Chapter 3

I sat there catching my breath for another couple of minutes. I wanted to give my Mom and her friends time to leave the bookstore. I eventually pulled on my shorts and t-shirt and cautiously opened the door. The dimly lit hallway was empty, so I headed to the exit door. I slowly opened the door to the rest of the video arcade poking my head through to see if there was anyone in the hallway. I was in luck since there was no one there and none of the doors appeared to be opened. I cautiously walked into the main part of the store, hoping my Mom was gone. The only people in the store besides the clerk were a couple of old men.

I was just walking past the checkout counter when the woman smiled at me. “Have a good time?” she said, cocking an eyebrow at me, to let me know that it was a question.

I smiled at her. “Yeah.”

“If you’re interested...” She handed me a piece of paper. The handwriting read, “Brandi — 281-373-1497,” and there was a smiley face and a heart in purple ink.

I looked at it and her. I told her that I’d think about it. I could feel myself blush, as the clerk smiled at me again. “Bye,” I said, and I walked out the front door.

The parking lot was empty, so I jogged across the street to my waiting truck. I pulled out of the motel and headed to the highway. Along the way I stopped at a convenience store for a sports drink and some chips. I finally made it to my high school just before midnight. I admit to speeding, since I was a little late in leaving the bookstore. I pulled into the parking lot five minutes before the bus arrived. There were probably two-dozen parents waiting for the soccer team to come back.

When they did, I got out and grabbed Becky’s bag of gear as she got off the bus. She told me that they’d lost on penalty kicks, but that she had an assist on a goal. My girlfriend looked tired, so I didn’t say much when she curled up against the door of my truck and drifted off to sleep.

As I drove her home, I thought about the bookstore. I wondered if I still had the scent of sex on me. If I did, my girlfriend didn’t mention it or didn’t notice. After ten minutes, I pulled into Becky’s driveway. I grabbed her gear out of the back of the truck and walked her to her front door. I kissed her goodnight and then she was gone.

As I drove home, all I could think about was blowing my load in my mother and her friend. I pulled into the driveway and shut off the truck. I opened the front door quietly, but not like I was sneaking in. I poked my head in the garage and both of my parents’ cars were parked inside. Since my eldest sister’s car was gone, I figured that she was over at her friends.

I crept up the stairs, not wanting to make any noise. At the top of the stairs, I heard the creaking noise in my parents’ room. It took a few seconds, but I soon recognized the creaking sound of a bed being used for sex.

My mother is fucking whore, was the first thing that raced through my mind. First, she cheats on my dad and then she comes home and fucks him after getting two loads of cum blasted into her pussy. I didn’t really want to listen to the sounds of my parents fucking. I was tired.

I retreated into my bedroom and crawled under the covers. Surprisingly, I didn’t need to jerk off that night, and soon found myself falling asleep.

The next week at school was like the last. The only difference was that Becky had two soccer games, the first on Wednesday with her league team and the other on Friday afternoon. I ended up spending the entire day at the school. I watched Becky score the winning goal and then got on the bus to head to the football game. We didn’t do as well as the soccer team, losing by a touchdown. I played well, even sacked the quarterback once. However, our pass protection was bad, and the game was lost in the final two minutes on a deep pass.

By the time we made it back to the school, it was almost eleven. Both Becky and I agreed that we should cancel our post-game fuck until the next night, but we never did because the next night Becky’s grandma got really ill and her family headed out to Dallas early the next morning.

Eventually, I started back into a normal routine — classes, football practice, and going out with Becky.

At home it was different than before. I couldn’t help but look at my mom and daydream about her sucking my cock. On more than one occasion, I’d notice that she tended to bend at the waist while in the kitchen. That would instantly make my mind wander to dark places where I’d fuck her while bent over the dining room table.

It didn’t help that the PTA president kept coming over to work on the fundraising drive with my mom. I’d see the big diamond ring on her hand and my dick would start getting hard. I seemed to recall from my science class that a scientist had done an experiment with dogs and conditioned responses. I kind of chuckled to myself one time it got hard, thinking, I truly am a dog in heat.

The following weekend, my parents went out together on Friday and Saturday nights. On Friday they went out for dinner and then a movie. On Saturday they said they were going dancing and told my sisters and me to be home before our curfew.

Friday night, Becky and I went out with her cousins to a movie after my football game. Saturday, however, I ended up taking Becky to our favorite spot and fucking her. As I was pounding my girlfriend from behind, all I could think about was how different it felt from fucking my mother. Becky was tighter, having not given birth to three kids. It must be how the condom got in the way of the pure lust I had fucking my mother.

The next week was especially trying as my mother took two days off work at the end of the week. One day, I came home from school to find her wearing a tiny bikini, sitting by the pool. I had to hold my bookbag in front of me to hide the tent in my shorts. The fabric hid enough of her boobs, but not enough to prevent me from sinking into a daydream about them bouncing as I fucked her from behind.

At night though, after I finished my homework, it was a different story. I’d tell my folks that I was heading up to bed and then disappear into my room. Over the last month I’d found incest porn all over the internet. Memes of mothers and sons, point-of-view videos of mothers taking their sons’ cocks and stories of family lust. I imagined my mother doing all the things on the internet as I stroked my cock. I’d gotten to the point where I could stroke myself and blow my load and not get soft.

As Friday came, we played a cross-town rival at our school. We easily won the game and I made another tipped pass interception. I didn’t manage to score, but I did run it back for ten yards. As I drove home after the game, Becky gave me her special reward blowjob for intercepting the pass. I wanted to fuck her, but she needed to get home early as she had to leave for a weekend soccer tournament in San Antonio.

Saturday was much the same as the weekend prior. I mowed the lawn and the PTA president came over to discuss how the fundraising was coming along. As I pushed to mower around the back yard with a hardon, I wondered if my mother and her friends were going out.

Then, that night, “I’m going out with my friends tonight,” Mom said.

I must have looked like a fool, as I couldn’t do anything but smile.

“The guys and I are playing poker again. I won’t be home until after midnight since it’s going to be a big game,” Dad said.

This time the only person sitting on my shoulder was the little devil reminding me how good my mother’s pussy felt wrapped around my dick. The two hours between dinner and me leaving seemed to drag on. I watched TV instead of hiding in my room. I knew that if I hid in my room, I’d end up beating off and I wanted to save it for real pussy — my mother’s pussy.

I left at half-past seven, stopping to pick up a snack. Again, I pulled into the motel parking lot. And again, I backed into the spot I’d parked before. I ate my burrito and waited. It was about fifteen minutes before my mother and her friends pulled into the parking lot. I waited until five minutes to nine before climbing out of my truck.

After running across the street, I entered the store. The salesclerk was busy with another customer, so I kind of smiled at her and waved the invitation and headed back to the booths. I’d kept the piece of paper the clerk gave me last time. I’d worked on memorizing the numbers as I drove to the bookstore: 4 - 1 - 0 - 9.

I kept repeating the numbers in my head until I stood in front of the door with the lock. I pushed the numbers into the keypad and heard the door lock click. I opened the door, really not worried that anyone would see me, certain that my mother and her friends were making out with each other as they waited for the clock to strike nine.

I walked in the booth and there were four guys already inside. I pulled the invitation out of my pocket when another guy held up his. He asked, “What are we supposed to do?” I recognized the guy as from a rival school. I think I’d played baseball against him last Spring.

“This is a glory hole,” another guy said. “We’re supposed to stick our dicks through the hole in the wall.” He pointed to the hole in the wall.

“How do you know?” another asked.

The guy who’d pointed at the wall said, “Don’t you watch porn?”

One of the guys stood in the corner looking nervous. Like me, he had not said a word since entering the booth. Like a school bell signaling the start of class, my watch chimed the nine o’clock hour and the hand of the PTA president emerged through the hole in the wall.

As the first guy pulled out his dick and stuck it through the wall, I started to worry. I wondered if the woman that hands out the invitations hands out more than four at a time. I wondered if I’d be caught if there were suddenly five dicks going through the hole instead of four. Luckily, I didn’t have to worry. The quiet guy in the corner suddenly walked out the door, mumbling to himself.

Like the previous times, the first round was a few minutes of cock sucking for each of us. The guy that pointed out the glory hole, went second. Mr. Glory Hole would not shut up about getting his cock sucked by older women. I went last, since I’d gotten there last. It also gave me a change to size up my competition. Last time the black kid with the monster cock got my mother’s panties. I wanted to see if I was going to get them this time. As the third guy backed away, I saw that I had the largest dick in the room, so I was certain to be the one to fuck my mom.

I could tell when my mother was sucking my dick. All of her friends commented that they’d gotten lucky and recruited a big dick again. The PTA president commented that it was three times in a row they’d been so lucky.

“I LOVE BIG FUCKING DICKS.” It was my mother.

Like before, I was pushed back. The first guy stuck his dick back through the hole for longer oral sex. Over the next hour, Mr. Glory Hole would not shut up about getting his dick sucked or watching the rest of us ram our cocks into MILFs. Frankly, it got annoying, but thankfully he shut up when he lost all control and blew his load into the mouth of one of my mom’s friends.

When it was my turn, I felt warm mouths across my cock. Then I felt something cupping my balls and then cutting off the circulation at the base of my cock.

“She’s fucking at it again. Mandy, you big cock slut.”

Like before, my mother’s hand grasped my cock as she guided it to her pussy. I closed my eyes and imagined her bent over doggy style as my cock slid into her. The guys in the booth let out a kind of a cheer when I shook my head yes when asked if I was fucking one of them.

I lasted about fifteen minutes before I blew my load deep into my mother. Eager mouths licked my mom’s juices off my shaft. I backed away from the hole, my dick still rigid and adorned with a red satin G-string.

The guys took another round at the hole, each one calling out as they shot their load down the throat of my mother or one of her friends.

I stuck my dick through the hole again, and the women commented that I was still hard. Like before, a warm mouth and then a wet pussy engulfed my cock. This time, the PTA president said that she wanted some of my cock. I closed my eyes and pictured her bent over holding a tray of cookies while I fucked her. I fucked her through several orgasms.

Suddenly, her pussy was gone, and I could feel nothing on my cock. Then a hand wrapped around the base of my dick and I felt myself being wedged into a super tight pussy. It was the mystery woman.

I must have fucked her through at least four orgasms — she cried out and tried to break off my dick with her pelvic muscles that many times. Then, after her last scream, I felt my dick release from her tight grip.

I was out of breath, when my mother backed into my cock again. I knew it was her when I heard her say that she wanted another load of cum. I caught my second wind. I rocked my hips back and forth, sawing my cock into my mother’s wet hole.

It wasn’t long before Mom cried out in pleasure. “This is so fucking good,” she kept saying over and over again. A second, third, and fourth orgasm made my mother’s pussy convulse. Each time she proclaimed how good it was. “FUCKING GIVE ME YOUR SEED, STUD!” my mother shouted at the top of her lungs.

That was all I needed to break the dam. I pumped into her twice more and I knew there was no turning back. The next thrust unleashed a torrent of seed deep into my mother. I bit my lip and whimpered, as my load shot into her.