“Very nice,” the stranger whispered as he pulled Allison’s mouth from his penis with a loud pop. “That always takes the edge off.”
Chris saw a dazed look on his mother’s face as she sat back. Her lips were wet and there was a dribble of cum on her chin. The stranger reached over and wiped her lips with his finger and then fed it to her. Then he kissed her long and hard.
“Let’s go upstairs so I can fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Chris saw his mother smile as she stood up on wobbly legs. He suddenly realized that they would have to walk past him. He jumped up quickly, turned and almost stumbled before rushing toward the living room, slipping inside a second before they came out of the family room. When they were past him he peeked out to see them walking up the stairs. The stranger slipped his hand down his mother’s back and then under her tiny skirt. A second later his mother moaned and went up on her toes. The stranger’s arm started to move back and forth as they walked up the stairs. At the top they stopped to kiss again and he pulled up the back of her skirt to reveal her naked ass. He grasped the cheeks and opened them wide, pulling her to him tightly. Then they turned toward the bedroom.
Chris rushed out of the house closing the door as quietly as he could. When he got to his car and sat down he was trembling all over. He couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. It seemed like a dream. It couldn’t have been his mother in there… his sweet almost sexless mother sucking off a stranger. Never had he thought of her sexually… she was his mother. She had bathed him, changed his diapers, and rocked him to sleep at night. Now he had witnessed her engaged in a sex act with a stranger. It wasn’t something a son was supposed to ever witness. Yet, in spite of his revulsion, his penis pulsed in his pants.
As he sat silently in his car, he wondered what to do and where to go. He was angry, embarrassed, confused, and yes, still excited. He felt guilty that he had spied on his mother… yet she had no right to do what she had done… what she was doing right now in her bedroom. The though of that sent a chill through him. What were they doing now, he wondered? Were they fucking or was she sucking him again? “Nasty cock sucker… nasty cock sucker,” the words echoed over and over in his head. He knew that he had to get control of his emotions. He had to think… to sort everything out.
“You bitch,” he said out loud. “How could you do that to Dad… to me.” He slammed his hand on the steering wheel and felt the pain shoot up his arm. Suddenly he realized that he was still in the driveway and visible from the upstairs bedrooms. He quickly started the car and backed out of the driveway. Then he drove around aimlessly for several hours. Finally he found a spot down the street from his house and parked where he could see the driveway. The car was still there. He would wait until the stranger left and then he would confront his mother.
He put his head back and tried to clear the images from his mind. Unfortunately, they were imbedded there forever. He saw his mother’s mouth on the stranger’s penis, sucking him. He saw her pumping his shaft, milking him. He saw her swallowing his juice, swallowing the contents of his balls… his sperm… his semen. He saw her lips, wet with the stranger’s juice and the drops of cum on her chin. “Nasty cock sucker… nasty cock sucker.” Then her swollen sex lips flashed into his head. He saw her legs spread and the juice running from her hole. In spite of his seeming revulsion, his penis throbbed and squirted more pre-cum juice into his already saturated underwear.
Chris dozed off sometimes late that night. It was not a restful sleep, but one filled with images of sex. He saw the stranger’s face smiling in pleasure as his mother used her mouth on his penis. She sucked and pumped his shaft. She moaned in pleasure. His brain played it over and over again. Then at some point the image changed. It was no longer the stranger’s face in the dream with his mother, but his own. In the dream, surrounded with fog-like mist, he looked down at his mother’s head as she moved her mouth up and down on his shaft. He grabbed the braids and lifted her head, looking into her lust filled eyes before pushing her back down again. Her throat muscles caressed him, squeezing the length of his shaft. She took every inch of him into her throat. He saw her pretty eyes looking up and him… his penis was gone… it was all down her throat. His balls churned and he lifted his hips and pulled on her braids. His cum began to pour into her mouth. It came out like a never-ending stream… like a garden hose with a broken shut off valve. His mother sucked it all in, moving her hand to squeeze the last drops from his balls. Finally she pulled away and looked up at him. Her jaws were puffed out. “Are you my nasty cock sucking bitch?” he asked. In answer, she suddenly opened her mouth where all his sticky sperm lay pooled. “Oh God,” he moaned in his sleep and his balls pumped their contents into his shorts.
The sun was breaking the horizon when Chris awoke with a start. He wasn’t sure when he had dozed off or what had awakened him. For a moment he was confused, wondering where he was and what he was doing sleeping in his car. Suddenly it all came back in a rush… like a wave of grief that enveloped him in a shroud of darkness. His face paled, his stomach churned, making him feel like he might throw up. Maybe it hadn’t really happened. Maybe it had been a dream. If it was a dream, it had been very powerful and realistic. He could feel the wetness in his underwear and knew that he had climaxed in his sleep. It was just a dream wasn’t it?
But when he looked at the driveway of his house, he saw that the car was there: sitting there in mute testimony to the reality of his awful night. Then a moment later, the handsome stranger came out of the house and got into his car. Now he knew that it was true… his mother had really sucked the cock of a stranger and probably fucked him all night.
Chris watched as the black Mercedes backed out of the driveway and headed toward him. He slumped down in the seat and watched the smiling man drive by. He gritted his teeth in anger and thought for a moment about chasing after him. Instead he started his car and drove slowly down the street and into his driveway, parking his car where the strangers had been moments before.