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Two weeks later I home to find Mom wearing the brown dress. She was oblivious to a stain that I spied right away but before I could call it to her attention, Dad noticed.
"You're not going out in that, are you?" he asked, pointing to the stain on the front of the dress.
I looked elsewhere because I knew exactly what the stain was and when it had been made. It was that time when Mom hadn't removed her clothes because Dad and his buddies were playing poker upstairs. I was fucking her with her legs bent right over and she had pulled my cock out and pointed it at her face. My thoughts returned to the present and my stupefied gaze to my father.
Mom hadn't answered him so he continued, "There's a big stain on it."
"I know," Mom replied.
"Well, if it won't come off, you should throw it away."
"It's good enough for around the house. What do you think, Ryan?"
Mom did a pirouette. I looked away, glanced back, and blushed. Fortunately, Dad had lost interest but Mom was greatly amused and later she teased me mercilessly with many shots up her skirt. She stretched one leg over the other to rub it, feigning an itch on her calf, then did the same a few minutes later with the inside of her thigh. I got getting pretty hot and bothered, partly because I remembered that on Dad's last poker night we had made pretty vanilla love so at my first opportunity I went upstairs to relive myself. However, Mom's actions and the stained dress promised something different this time and I couldn't let myself waste my spunk.
I returned downstairs to find both Dad and Mom gone. I hoped Mom had gone to the store or something and not out to visit a friend. Time passed, too much time for her to be at the store. Disappointed, I resigned myself to my hand and was about to go back upstairs to exercise it but looked out the window instead and saw Mom's car still in the driveway. That prompted a search upstairs but Mom wasn't waiting in bed as I had expected.
Worried but also a little excited, I went downstairs. Sure enough, the pocket door was cracked open a couple of inches. Now very excited, I turned off the light and approached the door. I started to open it but then decided to take my clothes off. If Mom was in there, I didn't want to spoil it by having to stop to get undressed.
Naked, I pulled the door open, stepped inside, and closed it behind me. The scent of perfume confirmed her presence. I followed my aching cock which, like a witching rod, led me directly to her. I knelt behind her and put my hands out to find her waist. They closed upon bare skin. Mom was naked and she was kneeling on a mat for protection against the hard, linoleum floor. Good idea, I thought, we didn't want Dad wondering why her knees were red.
I slipped my hands around Mom's waist and took the weight of her breasts. She had great tits. Not too big but not small either and topped with nice, thick nipples, the kind a guy likes to suck on. I lowered my mouth to the crook of her neck and nibbled as my fingers encircled her swollen nipples and pinched them, gently, then harder. I lifted her tits off her chest and rolled the nipples between thumbs and forefingers. I bit her neck lightly, then moved up to kiss her ear and lightly chewed it. Mom's neck rolled with pleasure and she rose up a little, just enough for my cock to slide under her slick pussy.
I nudged her feet apart and scooted closer, angling my cock up and into her pussy. Too eager to wait, I slid my shaft in, all the way until the root mashed against the softness of her ass. I released her left tit and grabbed her hair, tugging it down to lift her face. I twisted it back and plunged my tongue thickly into Mom's mouth, then rammed my cock in and out of her hard. I was determined to start this fuck with a bang.
I hammered Mom from behind, rocking her up and down my shaft. When I released her hair, she tossed herself forward but kept her haunches up high. I grabbed her hips and continued the pummeling. Tiring of that, I pulled her up to her feet but when she tried to straighten up I pushed her over and kept her bent almost double. I banged her like that, walking her around the room, turning only when we encountered a wall.
On one such occasion, I didn't steer Mom away but fucked her against the wall. I pulled her up straight, and flattened her against the wall, fucking gently at first but then doing her harder and harder. I pulled out and turned her back to the wall. She lifted a leg to ease my entry and then wrapped both around my waist once I got fully into gear. I finished her that way and fell back onto my haunches. I skittered back until I felt the pad and sat on it, wheezing to catch my breath.
Mom found me. She wasn't done. She tried to pull my face into her bush but I resisted. I did enough of that upstairs. Mom sank down beside me and took my cock into her hand. She started to jack me. I tried to fend her off, it being too soon, but she was persistent. I stopped protesting when her mouth closed over my knob and slid down my shaft. Her head bobbed up and down, reaching lower and lower until her lips closed around my root. She wiggled her head and slowly drew her mouth back until it popped off with a loud sound. Mom spit on my cock and recaptured it in her mouth.
She did that so many times, I lost count. Finally ready to fuck her again, I pushed her back and twisted to follow her. I tried to enter her but she grabbed my cock and pulled me up over her chest. She didn't let go until my cock was inside her mouth and then she stretched her arms around my ass and thighs, pulling me in.
Okay, that was fine by me. I started fucking Mom's face. When my cock had been slithering in and out of her mouth for quite a while, Mom started pulling it out and rubbing it around her cheeks and nose, even pressing the tip into an eye. I didn't get it at first but then I understood that she wanted me to lose my spunk on her face. Yeah, okay, I was ready for that too!
It didn't take much longer in Mom's mouth after that realization for me to unload on her face. Again, I wished it wasn't dark. I wanted to see her flinch and squint as my cum burst upon her face. Still, this was pretty good. I even held her head so she couldn't draw away though she was the one who had asked for it.
As soon as I finished, Mom pushed me up and twisted around onto her stomach. She grabbed my right hand and pulled it behind her, between her legs, then pushed, mashing my fingers against her sloppy wet pussy. The tips of two fingers slipped inside and Mom curled her hand around the others, squeezing them together, and pushed them into her cunt.
Oh yeah. You really liked that, didn't you? I thought, remembering the time I had fisted her.
I pushed my fingers into Mom's cunt until the wide part of my hand blocked further progress, then started twisting back and forth. I reached around to palm Mom's clit and swollen lips. Sooner than I would have thought possible, my hand popped through and I was fucking Mom with my wrist. She made animal-like sounds and twisted on the end of my arm like a fish on a hook, wild and frantic. It sounded like she was about to come but she went on like that for a long time.
I started to think it would never end and tried to do something different that would send her over the edge but nothing worked. There wasn't much I could do anyway. It was when I was lifting her high off the floor, and her ass was near my face, that I accidentally found the solution. Deciding to ease Mom back to the floor, I dropped my face faster than her body and it crashed into her ass. My tongue stuck out and slid sideways along the length her crack, and then back again. I thought Mom had been going wild before but that took her to a whole new level. Needing for this to end, I stopped exploring her crack and put my tongue right on her pucker hole, then forced it inside.
That did it. Mom wailed and wiggled frantically, her legs tensing and releasing, not relaxing, but straining hard, her cheeks tightening as she quivered with the effort. I jiggled my wrist and wiggled my tongue until her orgasm began to subside, ending in a whimper.
Afterward, while having a cup upstairs and waiting for a call to see if Dad needed a ride home, Mom casually mentioned that Mrs. Hancock had visited that afternoon. As usual, she wasn't getting along with her husband and was feeling depressed and neglected. Mom was worried about her friend, the youngest in their group, because she was afraid she would live through years of frustration like she had.
"Oops, did I really say that?" Mom covered her mouth and then reached out to put her other hand over mine on the table. "I should say, lately."
"I guess you just meant to say her puffed up husband isn't the man he thinks he is."
"I guess you could say that," Mom agreed. Neither of us pointed out the unvoiced reference to Dad, the guy who thought he was God's gift to women but couldn't satisfy the one woman he actually had.
"She does seem easily distracted," I said.
"Distracted?" Mom burst out laughing. Her eyes twinkled at me. "I guess you could say that, Mr. Socks."
"It was just one sock," I countered, protesting the plural reference.
"Whatever. Glenda was certainly—how did you say it?—distracted."
We both laughed but I was thinking that Mom's change of heart about visiting The Room might have something to do with Mrs. Hancock's visit. Mom's friend was lonely and that reminded her of how lonely she had been, for years, while Dad gawked at every woman he came across. To me, lonely meant horny. Thinking about Mrs. Hancock's situation had made Mom horny and I wanted to encourage that.
"But seriously," I said, "her situation is kind of sad."
The smile faded from Mom's face. "It is. It would be a shame for her to live through what others have, what I have, unnecessarily. She's not the kind to seek a divorce and I don't know that she could anyway. As far as I can tell, Bill doesn't fool around, he's just married to his career. He probably has no idea his wife is so unhappy."
"Maybe you should ask her over again. She probably needs someone to talk to."
Mom rubbed the back of my hand.
"You know, I think you're right. Sometimes you're very thoughtful."
I bet Mom wouldn't have said that if she knew I just thought having Mrs. Hancock around might make her horny. It had worked once so it might do so again.
*****
Mom had Mrs. Hancock over for coffee several times in the next two weeks and there was definitely an effect but it wasn't the one I had hoped for. Sex with Mom stopped almost completely. The few times I was home earlier than Dad either Mrs. Hancock was visiting or Mom wanted to talk about her. I could have taught Mrs. Hancock a thing or two about frustration.
"Glenda really does need an outlet," Mom was saying as I sat next to her on the couch, playing with her leg and trying to interest her in going upstairs for the thirty minutes we had before Dad got home.
"Yeah, an outlet," I muttered, scratching the top of Mom's leg just above the knee, 'accidentally' scraping the hem of her dress up to mid-thigh.
"She's pretty, isn't she?"
"Yeah, I guess so," I replied in a noncommittal tone.
I slipped my finger between Mom's thighs but she casually pulled my hand out and tossed it aside.
"She needs to have an affair. There's lots of men around here that would jump at the chance but they're married."
I was shocked at the casual way Mom spoke about a married woman having an affair and wondered if she had ever had an affair, or even more than one.
"She needs someone single, but discreet," Mom went on.
"Yeah, she needs to get fucked." I put my hand back between Mom's thighs and was surprised when she didn't push it away.
"That's a vulgar way of putting it, but yes, I guess she does need to get fucked."
I got my hand far enough up Mom's dress that I was able to scratch my fingertips across the front of her panties. I was elated because a finger across the front of her panties almost always removed Mom's resistance and this time was no different. She leaned back into the couch and I followed her, parting her relaxed legs continuing the conversation to cover up the fact that my fingers were now openly stroking her pussy.
"Too bad her son is too young," I said, hoping the suggestion would trigger a need to go upstairs.
"Yes, the easy solutions are often unavailable," Mom giggled.
"And they're usually the best ones," I whispered in her ear, cupping her entire pussy in the palm of my hand and pressing my longest finger along the length of her groove.
"That's true, baby," Mom whispered, her pelvis reacting to my touch. "Oh God, do you think she suspicious?"
The remark was strange and made no sense. Why would Mrs. Hancock be suspicious? I took it as a ploy to throw me off and kept Mom pressed against the couch when she tried to sit up.
"That might be why she looks at you the way she does wondering if that's why I've been so much happier lately."
"She'll have a long wait until her son can help her," I growled, sliding my hand up and pushing my fingers down inside Mom's panties. My longest finger slid easily through her moist lips and into her slick tunnel. Mom gasped and turned toward me, her arms circling around my neck. As her hips followed, I slipped a second finger into her cunt. By the time our kiss ended, I had all my fingers inside her, the way she liked it when she was downstairs.
"I guess," she panted, "unless…"
"Unless what?" I gasped as Mom reached into my pants and encircled my shaft with her soft fingers. She stroked it and used the soft pad of her thumb to rub the top of the helmet.
"Nothing," Mom said. She licked my ear and whispered hoarsely, the way she knew I liked to hear her speak, "Do you want to fuck me before your father gets home?" then added in a throatier voice, "before my husband comes home?"
I don't know why Mom referred to Dad as her husband. She had never done that before except for that one time in The Room with Dad and his friends outside. Pretending I was about to have another man's wife, which was technically true, was a surprising turn on for me. I guess it was just another example of how well Mom knew me. Her mind made sex with her hot and at that moment I knew I would never tire of her like my father had.
Mom didn't wait for an answer. She twisted sideways onto her back and pulled her knees way back as she spread her legs the way she knew I liked to have her.
"Like this, or do you want me from behind," she laughed, undoing my belt and pulling my cock toward her waiting pussy.
I was in her before she could get my zipper down all the way, holding her ankles to keep her legs up and spread wide. I hammered her eagerly and didn't wait for her to catch up. It was as if we were in The Room except it was daylight. Mom goaded me, yanking the side of my shirt and twisting her hips, squeezing my shaft mercilessly with her love muscle and growling in my ear.
"Fuck me, come on, fuck me before my husband comes home!"
Mom bent her knees and I leaned over her, still holding her ankles. I didn't last long. Within minutes I unloaded my spunk between her legs, which was a good thing because Dad came home not two minutes later. I wanted more but would have to wait. Thank the Lord it was Dad's poker night in two days. To keep Mom keyed up, I mentioned Mrs. Hancock several times over the next two days and flirted with her a lot. Talking about Mrs. Hancock definitely seemed to make Mom horny.
The day of Dad's poker night, Mom was especially responsive to my flirting. She wore a nice skirt and blouse that showed off her figure well. It wasn't the brown dress but with all the other signals Mom was throwing my way, I was sure a visit to The Room was on the menu. Or maybe, just maybe, she would let me hammer her on the couch again. The linoleum was getting hard on the knees, for both of us, even with a pad on it. Mom had been hot on the couch and if Dad hadn't been coming home I bet she would have let me bend her over the cushions and fuck her from behind right away while my cock was still covered in my cum.
Mom nudged me with her knee in the kitchen and pressed against my side when there was no need to be so close, letting the meaty side of her breast sag against my ribs. She even patted me on the bum twice when Dad wasn't looking though he was in the same room! The kicker was when she pulled me aside and told me to go upstairs and put on 'those sexy shorts, you know, the ones with the socks that Mrs. Hancock liked so much." I was in seventh heaven.
Dad was going out the door and I, perhaps too eager, was already approaching Mom.
"Your friend is here," Dad announced, then left, leaving the door open.
About to wrap my arms around Mom, I pulled up just as Mrs. Hancock appeared at the door.
"Am I too early?" she asked.
"No, you're just in time," Mom gushed, pulling her inside and shutting the front door. "I'm so glad you could come."
Mom held out her hand.
"Let me take your coat."
Mrs. Hancock was hesitant and glanced nervously at me before reluctantly unbuttoning her coat. She turned, making it easier for Mom to pull it off her arms.
"You look absolutely lovely in that dress," Mom said.
Mrs. Hancock blushed. "It's the one from the picture that you liked so much." She glanced at me and then looked back at Mom nervously. "Bill likes me to wear it at his company things. It's tacky, isn't it?"
"On the contrary, it's very elegant," Mom assured her.
"I wore a coat to hide it from Bill," Mrs. Hancock said, then explained further, "I had to leave before the babysitter arrived."
"You look very classy. Doesn't she, Ryan?"
Mom nudged Mrs. Hancock forward and she blushed again as I took in the dress. To say the dress looked great on her was an understatement. The black cocktail dress made her smaller breasts look inviting and the back was cut very low, exposing a long neck that was normally covered when her hair wasn't up like it was now. It ended just as the swell that swooped out to form her buttocks began. The dress completely transformed Mrs. Hancock's normally mousy presentation, at least by looks anyway.
"It's nice," I offered, thinking she looked hot as hell but still miffed by her arrival. I should be on my way downstairs to The Room or already at it on the couch with Mom. What the fuck was she doing here?
"We're so glad you could come," Mom slipped her arm around her friend's waist, a little possessively, I thought, "and get away from your husband for a night. Aren't we, Ryan."
The reference to 'husband' seemed unnecessary and its use prompted memories of how often Mom had been using it lately.
"Yes, we certainly are," I replied stiffly.
Mom held her friend in place, facing me, until Mrs. Hancock blushed and looked down. I regarded her calmly, still pissed that she was here. Her eyes had inadvertently locked on the front of my shorts and that triggered an involuntary response within me. I checked out the small tits that provided substance to the front of the dress. It was cut low and wide so I could easily see the sides of the small affairs. Yeah, she was quite fuckable. Maybe Mom was right and she really did need it. Man, I would never get so caught up in a career that I'd ignore something like this.
Mrs. Hancock seemed embarrassed to be standing in front of me so scantily clad and under such intense scrutiny, and yet strangely happy to be there. Mom followed Mrs. Hancock's gaze down to my shorts, looked up at me, and smiled.
"Well, why don't we have some coffee? Ryan, will you do serve us?"
I made coffee and put together a plate full of snacks while alternating between listening to Mrs. Hancock's conversation with Mom and complaining bitterly to myself about her presence . I was a little surprised that she was openly discussing intimate details about her private life with her husband when I was in the next room but I guess it was a continuation of the conversation she had been having with Mom for the past two weeks. Evidently, Mr. Hancock was even less a loverboy than I had thought. Christ, he hardly ever made love to his wife!
