Chapter 7

On Sunday, Dad invited some friends and neighbors for a pot-luck barbeque. It was a small party, less than twenty people. I always found it interesting that the women would gather in the house to chat and prepare food in the kitchen, while the men would stand around the grill and talk about cars and sports. I liked a couple soccer teams at that time in my life, Argentina and another I don’t remember. And I could enjoy watching women’s basketball, but most sports and cars didn’t do much for me.

I saw my father walk to the shed. Janice’s husband, Dan, went with him. I headed over but halted when I overheard Dad ask, “Do you ever get the feeling that Janice is cheating on you?” I immediately dived behind the shed. Fortunately, Dad had leaned towards Dan, drawing focus to him. Neither noticed me. I put my ear to the thin, metal wall. They entered with a clatter. Dan answered my dad.

“My wife is the most trustworthy woman on the planet. She sits at home and reads sexy stories on her laptop. She tries to get me to read them, but whoa, they’re too spicy for my taste.”

“Yeah,” My father agreed. “Once a week is plenty. Sue tried to overdo it once, but she only confused things. She’s happier now that we returned to our Friday routine.”

“A friend of mine, Dennis, you’ve met him - handles customer calls. He actually didn’t believe me about Janice. He asked my permission to hire a private detective. After a week of surveillance, all he got was boring photos of her reading on her laptop. The spiciest bit in the PI’s report was catching her masturbating while reading. Thankfully he didn’t take a picture of that!

“Or did he?” My dad laughed.

“I don’t want to know.” Dan countered. “Why do you ask, Ralph? Things okay at your place?”

“Okay enough, I guess.” Dad scratched his neck. Susan is acting a little different, like I’m not doing enough for her. She won’t say it. Hell, I pay for everything around here. But I caught her masturbating last night. Sex, once or twice a week is pretty good for folks our age. Don’t you think?

“Twice or three times, maybe.” Dan sounded a little tired. “We’re in our thirties, Ralph. Our time for sowing oats is behind us. Occasional cheating, to get away from the humdrum of marriage, may not be kosher, but sometimes you have to break a moral code or go nuts.

“Really? You?” Dad was surprised by Dan’s hint of infidelity.

“Not really. I just go to a special massage place every five or seven months. They give an honest massage, but you can buy special service when you need a break from the wife.” Dan hedged. “I mean handjobs or blowjobs. Not sure if they do more, but I never asked.”

“That’s not my thing, Dan, but it sounds like you’re playing it pretty safe. Nah, I should probably just man up and accept that Susan needs a little extra loving. I wouldn’t hate her for cheating, if it was rare, like you do, but I’m sure she isn’t. Susan wouldn’t want to deal with the secrecy required. She’s a timid thing regarding sex. I’d know in an instant if she really was cheating.

I crept away, heart cringing. In my head, my mind was exploding. Janice’s stories were just shit she read on the internet! I felt cheated, even though, without her stories, I might never have gotten into Mom’s sexual graces ... which would now be more difficult to take advantage of if Dad started paying her more attention in bed!

The afternoon crawled from one hour to the next. I couldn’t hide in my room to avoid Janice, because I had to entertain the other kids. I considered some of the girls present, but only one was older than thirteen, Tamela. She kept to her parents, real shy for her age. I noticed they gave her a lot of hugs and kisses.

I played some phone games with a couple guys older than me, but they were just being polite. I was just a kid to them. Funny how a year or two separates teenagers like sharp knives.

At one point, Janice walked past. She winked at me, but that was all. I got a little angry, even though I knew that it was dumb to be angry. She was like Mom, trying to enjoy sex that she couldn’t get from her husband. My realization seeded a daring plan in my mind.

The party ended at nightfall. Mom, Dad, and I started cleaning up. I cornered Mom in the kitchen when she went to wrap up left-over salad. Dad was outside scraping black gunk off of the grill. My hand immediately went up her skirt. She looked around the room, nervous and blushing, but she didn’t stop me. I played inside her panties. “Are you hungry?”

“Careful, your father could come in.”

“Maybe, but you didn’t answer my question.” Her clit was full and wanton. I pinched it.

She squealed. “Aaaa!” But not loudly. She was getting better at stifling when I accosted her, and Dad was nearby. “I’m not very hungry.” She looked at the tent in my pants.

“That salad will wilt in the fridge. You better eat it.” I tore off the plastic wrap she had just applied to the ceramic bowl.

“The salad?” I’d surprised her.

“Yeah, Mom, but you have to work to squirt dressing over it.” I unzipped my pants and let my hard prick flop into the kitchen atmosphere. Planning to avenge Janice’s lies had made me as horny as a rhino. “Crouch down, hold the bowl, and wank me until I cum on your salad.”

“But Eddie, you don’t come as quickly as you used to.” She meant from handjobs. When I made her blow me, I could cum in under a minute. Her eyes kept darting to the window. Just out of sight, Dad was scraping the cooling grill with a wire brush.

“Don’t make excuses when I’ve got your clit in a vice.” I growled but pulled my hand out of her skirt.

“Sorry.” Grimacing, she crouched low and held the salad bowl in front of my cock’s head. Her other hand gripped my straining length and began rubbing.

“Yeah, Mom. Like that.” I felt wonderful. Watching my mother beneath me, pulling on my dick because I told her, filled me with confidence and daring. I reached over her trembling form and jerking arm, to open the kitchen window.

“Eddie! Your father might hear!” Mom froze.

“Maybe I don’t care. You better hurry, or he’ll find us for sure.” I goaded her. “If you stop, I’ll tell him you were molesting me.” I would never do that, but when Mom was in her submissive state, she believed anything was possible.

“Okay!” She hissed, and her arm resumed masturbating at double speed. I groaned. “Yeah, Mo-om. Feels good! Don’t stop again. I need to talk with Dad.”

“Oh, no.” She dreaded what I would say.

“HEY, Dad. How long are you gonna be out there?”

“What? Eddie?” Dad’s voice made Mom flinch. Her jerking hand squeezed for a moment.

“You’ve been scraping that thing forever!”

“Yeah,” He grunted. “It didn’t get cleaned last time. I wonder who was slacking after our last barbecue?”

“Sorry. Maybe I should take over.” I whispered downward. “Keep it up, Mom. I’m gonna cum soon.”

What’s your mother doing?”

“No!” Mom’s face scrunched inward, but she shifted the bowl closer to the ruddy tip peeking out of her flashing hand, hoping I would cum in the next few seconds.

“She’s going to eat the last of the salad. I’m helping her make a special dressing.”

“Huh? We got tons of dressings! The refrigerator door is packed with them.”

“Nothing like this, Dad. It’s something I really want to get rid of.”

“As long as your mother is okay with it.”

I grinned at the woman who bore me, now almost on her knees before me, wanking my prick like crazy. “Tell Dad h-how you really feel about jerking o-off your son - to splash your s-salad with fresh cum.” Oh gods! Betraying my spunk slave mother was the best drug! I didn’t care how it rattled my speech.

Mom’s face got red with anger, but she didn’t have a choice. She surprised me by taking her anger out on Dad. “I’d be MORE okay with it, if YOU had picked out a salad dressing! Now it’s too late, and I have to make our son happy!”

Sweet habaneros! Mom’s admission was so close to the truth, I cringed a little. I also could feel my approaching orgasm. “Uhhhh!” I grunted. “Momma.”

She hissed at me. “Are you going to cum, Eddie?”

“Yeah, Mom. Gods, this is fucked up. I’m gonna soak that fricken salad!”

“And you’re going to make me eat it, right?”

“I’m going to stuff it down your throat! Nnnggghhh!” I groaned.

“You’re the worst, Eddie, making your mother jerk you off and forcing me to eat your cum!” She knew how to play me.

“FUUUCK!!! DAAAADDD!!!” My torso wrenched forward. My cock pushed free of my mother’s pounding hand. The tip opened wide, and a gusher of boiling cum burst forth!

Mom’s jaw dropped, hearing my outburst. The arm holding her salad shook like crazy. My piss hole shot hot bolts of fresh cum. Their heat semi-wilted the leaves. Despite me calling out for my father, she forced herself to catch every drop!

“What’s the matter?!” Dad called to us. I barely heard him drop the brush onto the grill as he bolted for the back door.

“Don’t stop, Mom. I’ve been backed up all day - after hearing about Janice.” The salad bowl slipped in her hands, but she was resigned to obeying me.

The doorknob rattled. I had locked it before making Mom do my bidding. “What’s happening in there?” Dad cried.

My ejaculation was happening. Thick, gooey bolts of cum, were followed by a stream of creamy semen. “Aaahhhhh!” I groaned. “Just a second, Dad. Mom almost dropped the bowl, but she caught every bit of the salad and dressing!”

“Nobody’s hurt?”

“Just Mom’s pride.” I shook the last drops of cum from my dick and zipped up. “I’ll let you in.”

“No, Eddie. NO!” She hissed up at me, cowering in front of a cupboard door below the formica countertop.

I grinned. “You need to eat it, Mom. Now, while it’s fresh. Too bad you don’t have a fork.” She stood up shaking as I headed to the door and unlocked it.

“Hey, Dad. Sorry we worried you.” I opened it without getting in his way.

“It’s all right.” He shook his head and scanned the kitchen. “Susan! What are you doing?”

Mom stood like a statue, holding the salad bowl with her left hand. Her right hand plucked out gooey leaves and inserted them into her guilt ridden expression. She chewed the cum covered bits with a minimum of jawing. “Th-this dressing i-is delicious!” She gulped.

Dad noticed the sticky mess on her hands. “For goodness sake, woman. Get a fork.”

“I’ll finish brushing the grill, Dad. Make sure Mom eats every drop. I know how you hate to waste food.”

Dad went to bed early, exhausted from hosting the party. I made Mom, ignoring her exhaustion, come into my room. I explained how Janice had been deceiving to us for months.

Mom pulled her face off of my new erection. “That lying bitch! -- I wouldn’t be in this situation if she hadn’t-”

“Hush, Mom. Get back to sucking me.” I ordered.

She was torn between the humiliation of me commanding her to service her son’s sexual desires, and the very real pleasure she took from serving, when I allowed her to cum.

I pulled her head back over my longer lasting prick. “Don’t interrupt me, Cocksucker.” I then revealed my crazy plan, step by daring step. “We’re gonna turn the bitch’s lies into truth...”

Later that night, I listened at my parent’s door but heard nothing. I was hoping that Mom would jump his bones. For eating my cum in front of him, and for sucking me to a second, great climax, I allowed her to get off however she wanted. I listened for a while, wondering if I’d missed something. Their doorknob was locked. I crept back to my bed and mentally reviewed my plan for Janice.

I asked Mom about them the next morning. She blushed but frowned. “What your father and I do is our private business.”

“You don’t look happy about it.”

Mom sighed. “He tried...”

Everything was ready by Tuesday. Janice arrived soon after I returned from high school. I met her at the door. “Mom’s a little behind, getting the coffee ready. Come on in!” I escorted her to the dining table and sat next to her. The aroma of brewing coffee made the house more pleasant.

“I don’t see Susan.” She cocked her head a little.

“Hmm.” I mumbled. “Maybe she’s out in the shed.” I pulled something from my pocket, but kept it in a fist. “I like your stories a lot, Janice. I want to hear more.”

She blushed, “I’m surprised your Mom lets you listen.”

“She likes that I ask questions. She doesn’t want me to get answers from my friends at school.”

“That’s sensible.”

“Can you answer one?” I asked in full earnest.

“Don’t you want to wait for your Mom?”

“I could, but I got a girlfriend recently-”

“That’s wonderful!” Janice bounced.

“Yeah, and I really like her, but I think she’s into some of the kinky stuff you like.”

“Oh? And how would you know that so soon?” It was a fair question. I had to improvise. “I used her computer and found some naughty links.”

“Ah, I guess there really is no privacy anymore.”

“Anyway, I want her to like me, so I read some stuff but I need your help.”

“Um,” She was immediately uncomfortable with how the conversation was proceeding. “Maybe we should wait for you mom.”