"NGGHHH, NGGHHH, NGGHHH."
"AIIEEEE, AIIEEEE, AIIEEEE."
The sound of my son pounding it into my daughter-in-law got me wet as soon as I walked in the front door, but I wondered why they hadn't closed their door. I guessed that they hadn't expected me home so early, but then I hadn't expected to be fired in the middle of the morning for telling my boss to keep his slimy hands off me. I also wondered why she wouldn't get off her ass and get another job. Ever since she lost her job at the diner, she hadn't tried to find another one, deciding instead to milk her Unemployment Insurance benefits. If I only had someone to pound it into me like that all day long, I would stretch out the benefits as long as I could. But what was my son doing home so early? I hadn't seen his car. I was about to yell that I was home, so that they could close their door, when suddenly my blood ran cold. Debbie always had been a hot little number, and I thought maybe I had walked into something I wasn't supposed to know about.
I stole quietly down the hall toward the open door. Peeking around the corner, I saw the foot of the bed, Debbie on her back with her legs wrapped around his butt, pulling him into her. I saw his gonads swinging down under her legs-I hadn't seen my son naked like that since he was potty trained. His black pony tail swung as his body moved over hers. I watched as his body, supported on his muscular hairy legs, moved up and down on her. Their sounds of lust excited me. The picture of their body parts coupling and uncoupling with each stroke really turned me on.
The only apparent problem was that my son has brown hair, and what he has of it he wears in a Marine Corps crew cut. And his legs are like toothpicks. Who the hell was this man in bed with my daughter-in-law?
Pulling back quickly, I considered the alternatives: sneak back out, create a scene, or join the party. I'd had nothing to relieve me except my fingers and my magical buzzing toy since Joe had moved out to live with that little bitch, save an occasional evening with Betty next door, which wasn't all that great. Her body was ok, and she could really work her mouth, but there was no emotion. I was pretty sure that Debbie went both ways, but I had never tried with her out of respect for my son. I thought of my stupid ex-boss, who didn't realize that with just a little bit of finesse, we could have been stretched out on the convertible couch in his office at that very moment, or even better, with my feet in the stirrups. That would have been so nice. I could feel it just thinking about it. Oh, all you doctors are so damned arrogant. All the idiot had to do was to ask nicely and I was his. I decided that I had to let these two rolling around in my son's bed know that their conduct was no secret, and it would be more effective if I didn't raise my voice. At the same time, I was getting wetter and wetter.
I coughed. They both stopped moving, suspended in mid-stroke. After a second or two, Debbie raised up her head to look at me, while the mysterious stranger turned to look over his shoulder in my direction.
"Oh, hi, Mom. Er, this is Bud. What are you doing here so early?"
"I stopped here on my way to the Unemployment office. The S.O.B. wouldn't keep his hands off me. I dare him to try to screw up my benefits. I'll have his license."
"No. Gil's mother."
"Does your husband know about this?" Can you think of a sillier question I could have asked? I felt like a fool even as the words left my mouth.
"Actually, he's with my wife on the way to Atlanta for the weekend. The four of us arranged it last night. We've been swinging for a couple of months now. He and my wife dropped me off here this morning."
I was "shocked, shocked." Remember that old line from "Casablanca?" Anyway, my shock wasn't distress, just surprise.
"In that case, may I join you?"
Debbie smiled. "Only if we can use your bed. It's bigger."
"After you, children."
As they walked toward me on their way to my bedroom, both stark naked, I couldn't help noticing that Debbie's body was "ripe", though that was not really a surprise to me, and that Gil was "hung." I couldn't remember when I'd had one that size inside me, or even in my mouth. Well, well, it might be a very interesting morning before I went down to the Unemployment office.
So call me a slob, my bed wasn't made. Debbie sat on it, looking at me. Bud spoke, "I'd love to help you off with your clothes, but not if I have to call you Mom."
"Pat will do fine."
"This one's from before my time. Richard Nixon kept practicing oral sex; he was always trying to get it down Pat."
Looking at his prized possession, I said, "I don't think you're going to get that down this Pat, at least not completely."
Debbie grinned. "Don't worry, Mom, it fits."
I had real going-to-work clothing on, and I didn't want it messed up by foreplay removal, so I stripped myself, as slowly as I could, of course, right down to my bra and panties. "You can finish it now."
"Undressing you or what we were doing when you walked in on us?"
Debbie stood up and moved behind me, massaging my shoulders as Bud reached around me to unhook my bra. As it fell to the floor, Debbie's hands came off my shoulders and moved around my body, to caress my breasts. Her hands felt like I was wearing a soft bra. My already hard nipples expanded again. Bud knelt on the floor to roll down my panties. As I stepped out of them, he leaned forward to lick my slit. Debbie pushed him away. "Go sit and watch, Bud. Mom and I have things to do."
"Debbie, no; you're my son's wife."
"Mom, you're hot, you know it. Gil and I see how men look at you. And when you go over to Betty's place, we know the two of you are getting it on. You should see the look on your face when you come home. I told Gil the only reason I hadn't made a move on you was out of respect for him. Do you know what he said? He said he's been hot for you since he was about ten or eleven, but now he's grown up enough to realize that mothers are off limits. He said he had no problems with the two of us together; he'd actually like to watch."
"My son is hot for me?" As I said it, it occurred to me that I should have said "was", not "is", based on the way Debbie had phrased it. And that play on words made me think of the Presidential Pervert. "What's the definition of 'is' "? Stupid fool; you get caught, you apologize, that would have been the end of it. Anyway, I chose not to correct my grammatical error.
Neither did Debbie. "I'm hot for you too."
"But Gil's not here to watch." Note the feeble attempt to mix prudery and coquettry-is there such a word?
"Bud can report to him. Gil can watch next time. Come with me."
Debbie got on the bed, on her back, knees in the air, legs slightly spread. Her arms reached up, open, to welcome me. I hesitated, looking down at that delicious body, thinking that my son had excellent taste in women. I couldn't decide whether to lie on top of her or next to her. I chose next, and gently moving her arms aside, lay alongside her. Our mouths meshed and my hand went between her legs, slowly massaging her, feeling the dampness that makes a woman's body ready for a man, or for whatever else will go in there. Our breasts pressed against each other, hard, but less than the pressure you feel when you have a mammogram. I moved slightly to the side, one of my breasts sliding between both of hers, a more comfortable interlocking. She pressed one of her legs between mine and our hips moved in tandem as we rubbed each other toward orgasm. From the corner of my eye I could see Bud slowly stroking himself, his mouth ajar. This must have been a new sight for him, or maybe he was just enjoying the show.
Debbie stopped moving, and grabbed me to prevent my body from further massaging hers. "What's the matter?"
"I want to eat you first."
I rolled onto my back and said, "Why does either one of us have to go first?"
She grinned lewdly. Her kisses started at my lips and moved down my neck to my breasts. As she gave each nipple equal time, she began to turn her body, from parallel to perpendicular and then to parallel again, this time facing in the other direction. Continuing to nibble down my stomach, her mouth finally reached its goal, between my legs. At the same time, she lifted one leg over my head and sank her body down, presenting me with my own second favorite meal. Tongues wandered and explored, fingers plunged. Her lips found my clit and began to suck. I felt the sweat pouring off my body. Soon, all too soon, she lifted her mouth off my nether lips and whispered, "Together?" and I replied, "Yes." She pushed her head down and vigorously attacked my love tunnel.
Like a contortionist, I heaved my hips up into her face and my face into her loins, and instantly we were both screaming into each other's bodies, the sounds thus muffled by pubic hair but the excitement loud and clear. The moment of orgasm always makes me sob, my torso shaking. That morning was no exception, and as I lay collapsed under Debbie, her tongue kept working, my body shivering, until I had to force my hand between her mouth and my pussy. The only sound left was the heaving of our lungs, the panting of two marathon runners walking off their efforts after crossing the finish line.
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