Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/Fa, Consensual, Slut Wife, Incest, Mother, Son, Gang Bang, Interracial,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A man finds out a secret his mom has kept from him for over 20 year and realizes how it could have changed his life so dramatically.
Benny and I have known each other since grade school. We haven't hung out much lately, what with my wife and kid and Benny being the confirmed bachelor so I was pleasantly surprised to get his call. I always gave him crap about he never married because he was secretly gay. Of course, given our past, that would be a hard sell. We had both slept with a lot of women back in the day.
Benny was obviously excited, "You won't believe who I fucked last night? Someone you and I wanted to fuck since Junior High. Hell, I bet you still think of her." He paused long enough to take a breath. "Me and a couple buddies from work met up with her at this cougar bar. She fucked all three of us dry as this creepy dude she was with sat and watched. I told her you were her biggest fan back in the day. She would really like to meet you. She didn't remember me but she will definitely remember you."
I admit he had my curiosity peeked, "So who is it?"
"You are going to have to come out with me to find out. She says she will be there again Tuesday."
I reminded him I was married now, but he countered with "Hey, you don't have to fuck her, although I don't see you turning this one down."
He didn't need to twist my arm too much. It had been a while since I went out on the town without the wife in tow. So, I made up an excuse of having to go out of town for a couple of days for work. I wasn't planning on doing anything bad, after all and I could actually make some sales calls so it wasn't even lying.
When we got to the bar, we made our way to a corner table. As we got to the table a blonde woman in her mid-50's turned to face me. Her little black dress left little to the imagination. She was well built. As we made eye contact, I don't know who was more shocked, her or me. She was with a guy I met once a few weeks earlier. Since her and dad divorced, she never stayed too long with one guy.
"Bill, you remember Jake, my son." Bill grinned like he had just won the lottery, the old pervert. Benny was grinning ear to ear, but I knew him well enough to know that he truly thought he was being there for me.
Mom leaned in and hugged Benny, as if he had just dropped in back at home. She stepped back, "Ok. Now I remember you. I guess it took seeing you together for it to click." Apparently, him and two guys fucking her for several hours didn't connect the dots. That thought made me smile for some reason.
I had seen my mom a couple of weeks earlier when she stopped over at the house. She brought more presents for her grandchild. Normally we would hug like her and Benny had just done, but I found myself hesitating.
Finally, she spoke, "So I guess this couldn't be more awkward. So you're the guy who always wanted to fuck me?"
Without really thinking, I just nodded my head, "Yeah. That would be me."
The bar was loud and no one said anything for several minutes. Finally, Benny asks Bill if he could help him get the next round. Benny was always a good wing-man. Bill hesitated, but a look from my mom sent him on his way. They quickly melted into the crowd as they made their way towards the bar.
Mom leaned in and spoke so only I could hear. "You don't realize it but I WAS your first fuck. Four loads in four hours as I recall. That would have been, let's see... 20 years ago?"
That got my attention, "Huh?"
She continued, "Remember the night you and Freddy camped out in the back yard?"
"You woke up to find a girl in the tent and Freddy was throwing her an amazing fuck with that big black cock. Remember?"
I sat in stunned silence. How could I ever forget that night, but how did she know about it?
Then she told me, "That was your momma you climbed up on." She laughed, "I was in no position to say anything, so I just went with it."
"Wow", was all I could come up with.
"Even without your glasses, I don't see how you didn't recognize me. Or my voice. How many times did I yell out 'Fuck me, Junior'?"
Only Mom calls me Junior and only during certain times, such as when I got in trouble or did something she really liked or was proud of. Until she said it, I never made the connection.
She smiled as she remembered the moment, "It's a wonder your dad didn't hear me. You guys had me going."
I was feeling a bit stupid, "I was just happy to have a girl willing to make out with me."
She laughed even more as she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, "Sorry Baby but you were so clueless. I don't know if trying to shove your tongue down my throat would be classified as making out. Plus you were a bit rough on my boobs. I had a couple of bruises for a week after. I told your dad I bumped into a cupboard door."
"Gosh, I'm sorry." Here we were talking about how we had sex and I revert to a three year old – "Gosh".
She leaned in and put her head on my shoulder, "I'm sure you're a much better kisser now."
I kissed her on top of her blonde head.
We both sat remembering that night. "Hell, you even commented on how good I smelled. Here, smell. I still wear that same perfume." She leaned in so I could smell her neck. It was that smell. The smell that was always my mom.
"I finally managed to sneak out of the tent just as dawn was breaking. I thought for sure your dad would be waiting for me at the door. Luckily he wasn't." And then two minutes later, you both come straggling in from the back yard. Didn't you think it strange I was sitting up smoking a cigarette?"
"Yea, I guess so. I think that was the first time I had ever seen you smoke", the memory came back as if it had just happened.
"No. Actually I had a couple between rounds out in the tent. Remember?" she smiled.
"Oh yea. I guess you did. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that it was you. Weird, right?"
"Not for me really. I have always known what happened." She looked concerned, "Should I have not told you?"
Sensing her discomfort, I responded quickly, "Oh, no. I'm glad you told me. It's just a lot to take in. Why did you never tell me before?"
"Up until tonight, I never knew you had those sort of feelings towards me. I assumed you would think I was weird."
I thought for a moment, "Yea, I see your point."
After a few seconds of silence she started laughing again.
I looked at her, a bit on the defense, "What?"
"It's nothing really. I just remembered something that I haven't thought about for a while."
"And?" I asked.
She hesitated, then began, "I just was remembering what happened after I left the tent." She looked at me to try to explain, "Freddy always wore that Packer's shirt, remember?"
"Yea, he was a big Green Bay fan. So?" I was not sure where this was going.
She continued, "When I crawled out of that tent finally, I couldn't find my clothes so I just grabbed his shirt in case the neighbors saw me. It would be hard enough to explain why I was leaving the tent at 5AM, let alone naked. You didn't notice that when you came inside, I was sitting there wearing that shirt – with nothing else I might add."
I was trying to remember but had nothing.
"When you came out of the bathroom, Freddy had the shirt back on and I was wearing one of your dad's dress shirts I grabbed from the dirty clothes basket. I hadn't had time to even button it."
"Ok. I guess I really was clueless. In my defense, I had just had my first piece of ass." I smiled, and she smiled back. It was all so surreal.
"Well, my clothes were still in the tent. So I told Freddy to throw them out once it got light enough to see, which he did. You were snoring away when I came out to get them but Freddy was awake and waiting. He tried to get me back in the tent, and I actually thought about it, but by then it was almost full daylight and we had had enough close calls. Plus I am sure Mr. Johnson was probably up and looking by then."
Mom leaned in and whispered into my ear, "I was just thinking that if I had gotten back in the tent, I am sure you would have noticed. Just think how things may have changed between us? Once the cat left the bag, and knowing now how you felt, who knows what would have happened? Imagine how different the last twenty years would have been. We would have fucked a lot I think."
That brought a whole new slant to the conversation. I sat and contemplated that for several seconds. If only...
Then another thought struck me, "Wait a sec. How many times did you fuck Freddy and who else did you fuck that I know?"
She pointed to the crowd as I could just make out Benny's head above the rest. "Our drinks are on their way. I guess we will have to have that discussion another time."
She sat back as Bill and Benny returned with fresh drinks. We all sat there silently sipping our drinks, watching the people around us. When the round was over, Bill spoke up for the first time, "So, should we get out of here?"
Mom looked to me, "Is that what you want?"
I stood, reaching out my hand to her. She took it and stood up, giving me a hug. I held her close as we made our way to the exit. Mom got in the front seat between Benny and me. Bill followed in his car, or at least tried. Mom said to lose him so we did. We made our way across town, to a hotel.