I Got Caught by Mom
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - "Oh," I faintly heard mom gasp. My eyes fluttered open to see mom now standing, her eyes riveted to my cock as the last of my load dribbled from the tip and slid down my shaft, coating my hand. She was wearing the same sundress, and I let my eyes travel over her. The barely hidden swell of her breasts, the slight pooch of her belly, and the hint of firm thighs just under the hemline.
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Before I could say another word, mom opened my bedroom door and slipped out. I stayed kneeling for a moment, the thought of jerking off in my mind. No, I wasn’t going to jerk off. There would be nothing until my cock was buried between those thighs, I thought.
Mom and I got together twice more over the next two weeks. Each time they were more intense, but each time she finished her orgasm, she skirted quickly out of my room before I could say or do anything.
To say I was frustrated was an understatement, but I bided my time. I knew that eventually something had to give. It did, but in a surprising way.
Dad had a wedding one Saturday, and while mom usually helped the women’s group with the meal, she was recovering from a cold the previous day. Dad agreed it might not be best to not infect the congregation and newlywed couple; so mom stayed home.
I had settled into a chair on the deck with my IPad, thinking I would give mom some quiet to rest. Only a few minutes later the sliding door opened and mom came out with two glasses of ice tea.
She was wearing that blue fluffy robe again, and I wondered if the being “sick” had been to be alone with me. I soon discovered I was right, but for a different reason.
“We need to talk.” Mom said as she settled in the chair beside mine.
“OK” I nodded.
“Things are ... escalating.” She said hesitantly.
I thought of the hot hand jobs she had given me, and the taste of her juices. I knew she was right; if things continued there was only one end to all of this. I sat silent waiting for her to continue.
“There are some things you need to know,” she said with a heavy sigh. “I don’t know how much your sister or brother remembers” she took a sip of her tea.
“But all of this” she waved her hand in the air. “Isn’t how it once was. In fact it isn’t even how it was supposed to be.” She frowned.
“What do you mean?” I was confused.
“Before your father found God. Mom said carefully. “When you father and I first married, things were ... well just different.”
“What do you mean different?” I was getting curious.
“For one thing, your father could fuck like an animal.” She turned and looked at me.
I wasn’t sure which I was more shocked at; the bluntness of my mother and her language, or the thought my father actually could fuck. I just stared at her in surprise.
“How do you think we had three children barely a year apart?” Mom half smiled back. “We fucked in the bedroom; in the living room; God even the shower. He was insatiable.” She told me.
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