Fighting to Fornicating

Next morning, over breakfast, Mum said we needed to talk. “Don’t ever do that again to me. I’m your mother, and you had no right to do that. It can never happen again, and nobody must ever know.” “I agree that it has to be our secret, but I’ll do it whenever I like.” “No, Anthony, absolutely not! I’m not discussing this any more.” “Whatever you say, I’m not going to stop. I know you enjoyed it, just as I did. I don’t care who else you go with, but I’ll have you when I want.” Mum stormed out, and I just sat there calmly, finishing my cereal.

I heard Mum go into the shower and then into her bedroom. I got up and opened her bedroom door as she was pulling on a pair of knickers. “Get out!” “I don’t think I will. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Mum seemed to think about it for a second, then continued getting dressed. Knickers, a bra, a dark blue skirt, and a striped blouse, and all the time I kept staring at her, enjoying both the view and her embarrassment.

She pushed past me, put on her shoes, and left the flat after slamming the door. I got ready for school and took my leisurely time to get there, just as the bell was ringing for assembly. I confess, I did find it a little hard to concentrate given all that had happened just the night before, but in the end, I found that thinking about my lessons helped me to get through the day. After school, I hung around with some mates, before going home. When I got home, everywhere was dark. There was a note from Mum telling me she’d left a curry and rice by the microwave and to heat them up when I was ready. I ate the meal, finished my homework, and watched some things I’d taped recently. About 9.30pm, I heard the lift ping. This was much earlier than normal, so even if I hadn’t been waiting for Mum, I’d have looked through the spyhole in case it was trouble.

I needn’t have worried. It was Mum and a very tall, very muscular, black man. I could see the longest cock I’d ever seen in my life in Mum’s mouth, and he was face fucking her. She had her hands on his arse trying to control him, but he was much too strong for her. Eventually, he pulled out and came all over her face and hair. Next thing, he’s pushed her against the wall, lifted her skirt, and his head is nuzzling her knickers. The spyhole wasn’t bad, but the fish-eye lens meant you lost some detail. Luckily, she was in the perfect position for me to watch. He used his fingers to move aside her knickers, and his head went back in. I knew he was tonguing her, but I couldn’t see that clearly. Every now and then, he’d stick some fingers in her and finger fuck her. It was obvious that Mum enjoyed that.

After about 15 minutes, he stood up, noticeably erect. I’d never seen a cock like that, except in porn, and I couldn’t imagine it fitting inside my Mum. He lifted her up against the wall, next to the lifts, and impaled her on his cock. His trousers were around his ankles, Mum’s legs were wrapped around his torso, and he was fucking her vigorously in a true knee-trembler. Either he was very good, or more likely, as he’d cum before, he would last longer, but the fuck lasted almost 15 minutes. Respect!

He ejaculated in her and withdrew, picking up his pants and trousers, as Mum rearranged herself. A few words, some kissing, and the guy took the lift as Mum staggered to our door. I guessed she must be paralytic again, judging by her movements.

But I was wrong. She was stone-cold sober. I opened the door, and the first thing she said, coldly, was “Did you enjoy that?” I grinned, and then she started to tell me off. “How dare you ever talk to me like you did at breakfast! What I do with my life, with my body, with my friends, is bugger all of your concern. You think you’re so clever, but I’ve seen this before with your father, this controlling nature and I won’t put up with it again.” I was staggered for a moment. I knew my parents had a stormy relationship, but I didn’t really know what went on behind their closed doors. Arguments and fights were just a normal part of growing up in our family.