9 comments/ 132202 views/ 57 favorites The Other Side of Mom By: Cuda_Candy Becky and I had just been to one of those free concerts the town puts on over on the common. It's usually local talent but tonight drew a pretty good crowd. I knew one of the performers and he was one of the better guitar players in the area. I had taken lessons from him when I was around 12 and had developed into a good guitar player myself so after the concert we waited around to meet with him and let him know I was accepted to Music College starting in the fall. The traffic was heavier than usual also and I didn't want to get Becky back home late. I knew her parents would be waiting up for her and I hate to have to explain myself if I don't have her home on time. Becky and I were both 18 and had just graduated high school. She had been excepted to a business college about two hours away while I would pursue music near by and would be living at home. I pulled up to her house right at 11:00. There was no time for any fooling around in the car, not that we do anything too heavy anyway. Her parents are strict and I guess some of that rubs off on Becky. What few advances I have made are met with resistance. "We'll have a good time after I'm out of the house," she tells me. With a girl as good as Becky, believe me I can wait. Her parents thanked me for getting her home on time and I left for home. I got home around 11: 30, a little later than usual. I figured my mom had most likely gone to bed so I tried my best to be as quiet as possible. I hung my jacket up and went through the living room toward the kitchen to get something wet to drink when out of the corner of my eye I noticed a faint light down the hall. The door to my mom's room was open just a bit. Maybe she's reading I thought and I went down to let her know I was home. About half way I stopped. I thought I could hear voices coming from her room but it was hard to tell so I softly crept silently up to her door. They weren't voices but low moaning sounds. Was my mom...? Naw. I tried to peek through the small opening but it wasn't opened quite enough. With my index finger I eased the door open just enough to get a clear view of her bed. The reading light over the bed was on and I could see my mother on her back with her legs up on the headboard running a red dildo between her legs. My eyes grew like saucers seeing the scene before me. My mom, laying there naked sucking on her left nipple while fucking herself with a plastic vibrator. I watched for some time as my cock grew in my pants. Jeez, this was so hot but at the same time, it was my mom. I knew I shouldn't be seeing this but I couldn't take my eyes away. She finally started shaking and tightening up and I knew she had cum. I started shaking myself, I was so nervous at the thought of being caught. I eased my way back down the hall and into the kitchen where I started making a little more noise and soon my mom came into the kitchen. "Oh, you're home," she said. "Yea, I just got in." "How did it go tonight," she asked. "Great! And there was a good crowd there." "ThatÕs good," she said kissing me on the cheek." Don't forget to turn out he light before you go to bed." "I'm turning in now," I answered. "Have a good night." Phew, at least she didn't know I was at her bedroom door. I made my way to my room and closed the door behind me. I got undressed and lay naked on my bed envisioning the sight of my mom in her most private moment while stroking the length of my hard cock. My mom, though 40 years old, was in great shape and quite attractive but I guess I never really noticed being her son and all. Moms never have sex, let alone masturbate. Well, I guess I can throw that theory out the window. Sons aren't supposed to think of their moms in this way but I couldn't get the picture out of my mind. I looked down at my hardness and stroked faster as my pre-cum glistened in the dim light. Suddenly, it wasn't my mom any more. It was a beautiful woman satisfying her nasty thoughts with a 10 inch dildo. A slut who's only object is to get her pussy off and probably thinking of me as she does it. My balls tightened and ropes of cum unleashed themselves from my engorged member. Spurt after spurt covered my chest and stomach. I lay breathless for several minutes when the realization hit me that I just blew my load while thinking of my mom but I didn't care. I wanted to see her again. I wanted to see her fuck herself. I wanted her to do it for me. I wanted to fuck her. I laid my head back and tried to envision my mom's hot wet pussy engulfing my steel hard dick as I drifted off to sleep. Mom was up before me the next morning sipping a coffee when I came into the kitchen. "Good morning, sleepy head." she said. "Morning," I answered reaching for the orange juice. "I'm going to need the car today and you said you were going to mow the lawn. I should be back by dinner time. Do you have a date with Becky tonight?" "No," I answered. "She's going up to the lake with her mom and dad and won't be back 'til tomorrow." "Well, a bunch of us are going to help clean up the old railroad station and get it ready to be turned it into a senior center. I'll be back early enough if you do want the car tonight," she explained. She took off around 10:00 and I got out the lawnmower. It only takes me an hour to get this job done but I always think about inventing a grass that never needs mowing. With the lawn out of the way I stripped down and got in the shower, getting the dirt and sweat off me before spending the rest of the day with absolutely nothing to do. Then I thought what the heck, Mom's not home. I can walk around the house nude all day if I want. I threw my towel in the laundry and strolled bare assed into the hallway. There was a feeling of freedom as I went from room to room stark naked and nobody knew. I could even jerk off in the middle of the living room and nobody knows. I sat on the couch flipping my flaccid member when my thoughts turned to my mom's masturbation scene from the night before. My cock quickly went to its erect state and I started stroking to keep it there. I never go into my mom's bedroom but I got to wondering just how big her tits really were. I went down the hall and into her room, heading straight for her dresser draws. Hmmm, 36C. That's pretty good I thought. Her panties were in the same draw towards the back and I decided to explore a little further. I took out a pair and the silky feel in my hand only made my hard cock tingle more. I wrapped them around my shaft and began jacking, all the time picturing mom with her vibrator. I put the panties back the way I found them and went on a hunt for that red object she had buried in her the night before. It wasn't hard to find sitting in the night stand draw next to the bed but the surprise was all the other sex items that were there with it. Two other vibrators along with several books and magazines depicting some real raunchy action. My cock was so hard at this point, I had to blow this load. I carefully put everything back and left the room thinking I could cum in the bathroom sink. As I entered the bathroom, I saw the laundry hamper and knew there must be a pair of mom's dirty panties inside. There they were, right near the top. I grabbed them with my left hand and pressed the soiled crotch to my face while jacking off with my right hand. The smell of my mom's pussy was intoxicating and seemed to grow stronger the closer I got to tossing this load. I watched myself in the mirror and felt so nasty in what I was doing. My balls tightened and I could feel the rush of thick hot cum as it ran the length of my shaft and coated the inside of the sink. I pushed the crotch of mom's panties into my mouth and tasted the sweet juicy nectar my mom had left for me. My knees buckled and I braced myself on the sink trying to gain my composure. I had never cum that hard and it was all for my mother. It felt so nasty and I liked it. Mom got home around 5:00 carrying a couple of buckets of chicken. "Thought you might want some super," she said setting it on the kitchen table. "Did you have fun while I was gone?" If she only knew. "Well, I got the lawn mowed. Other than that it was pretty dull around here." I woofed down the chicken and thanked her for bring it home. She knew it's one of my favorites. "I was going to head off to the mall if that's okay." "That's fine," she responded. "I might to go to bed early." I wandered around the mall for a while looking at sporting goods and newly released CDs until I was bored silly. I wished Becky were with me. I always have fun with her whether we do something or not. I just like holding her hand or making out down at the park. I wonder if she masturbates when she thinks about me. I wonder if she masturbates like my mom. Maybe she has a vibrator! Naw, her parents would banish her from the earth if they found out she had one. Still, the thought of her playing with herself was getting me hard and I headed back to the car. I got home about 9:00 and mom was still up. I got a soda and sat with her for awhile until the movie she was watching was over. "I have no idea what that movie was all about," I said. "Well, you had to see it from the beginning. It was about a woman whose husband was running around with all the neighborsÕ wives. One of the wives killed him and she got the blame but the detective figured the whole thing out and.............." "Okay, that's about all I wanted to know. I don't know why you watch these lady channel movies. They all have the same plot." "I don't know. I find them somewhat interesting. Now, I'm going to bed. Going through that old railroad station today has worn me out. Don't forget to turn everything off when youÕre done." "Yea, I will. I'm going to turn in soon myself." I stayed up for another half hour thinking about Becky and stroking myself a little through my jeans. I was getting horny so I took to the bedroom figuring I'd jack-off while looking at Becky's picture. Then I had the idea of checking in on my mom and seeing if she was as horny as the night before. I peeked out my bedroom door and down the hall. I could see the light was on through the cracked open door. I snuck down the hall while getting my hard cock out of my underwear. I didn't want to fumble around by the door. I peered in but the bed was empty. Then to my shock and horror, the door swung open and there was my mom totally naked. She screamed and backed up. "What are you doing?" she demanded as she grabbed her robe. "I just wanted to say good night. I was going to bed." "Say good night?" she sternly said. "With an erect penis sticking out of your underwear?" "Well, I was going to put it back before............." "Don't lie to me Michael. You were spying on me, weren't you?" she demanded to know. "Well, no. I mean..................." "Then you tell me what this is all about." I sat on the edge of her bed and wanted to cry. I was so nervous I put my head in my hands. "Well?" she said staring at me. Nothing I could make up was going to be believed so I just blurted out the truth. "Last night I came home and I guess you didn't hear me come in so I came down here to tell you I was home and I saw you through the crack in the door and you were masturbating with a red vibrator. I didn't want to scare you or anything so I just watched and..... I don't know. It got me kind of excited and I wondered if you were doing the same thing tonight." You could cut the silence with a knife. I just stared at the floor with my face in my hands. "How long were you watching me?" she finally asked. "I don't know...... 5 or 10 minutes. Until you were done," I whimpered. More silence as my mom tried to formulate a response. "You know even older women and, yes even moms; have some naughty feelings once in a while. I know boys your age get excited seeing dirty pictures or even being on a date with a girl they like. It's human nature. When you were younger I never gave you the old "birds and the bees" lecture. I guess I should have but I figured you'd learn on your own through friends at school or just figure out what comes naturally. Can I ask you a question?" I kept staring at the floor as I nodded. "Have you had sex with Becky?" "No!" I said firmly. "She wants to wait and I want to respect that." Mom smiled. "You're a good boy and I'm proud of you. Look, I'm not mad at you. It's just that you startled me at the door just now." "I'm sorry." I said getting up." I didn't mean to hurt you or scare you or anything like that." Mom took my hand and sat me back down on the bed again. "Tell me, I know you must have enjoyed watching me. Did you go back to your room and masturbate?" I shamefully nodded. "Yea." "Show me. Show me what you did," she ordered. "Huh?" was all I could come up with. "Show me how you masturbated. After all, you saw me. It's only fair that I see you." I was stunned. I didn't know what to do. "Do you need some help?" she asked. I quickly put my hands over my crotch. "Don't worry. I'm not going to do it for you," she said in a smart tone. "I mean this kind of help," as she untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. She spread her legs and started rubbing her pussy with her hand as my hardness quickly returned. Mom smiled at my excitement. "Now, take it out and show me what you did." I exposed my hard-on to her and started stroking all the while staring at her wet pussy. I didn't know if I would be able to cum in front of her. "Come on," she commanded, "All the way. I want to see you cum." She reached under the pillow and grasped her red dildo and ran it back and forth over her pussy before shoving it deep into her slippery hole. I pounded away at my engorged rod until........... Aaaaarrrrrrrgghhh, Ohhhhh yeaaaa. My cum shot from my cock and landed...somewhere. Mom took in the whole scene. "Yea, Oh yea, that's what I want to see, that nice thick cum." I fell back on the bed, exhausted. Mom laid down next to me with the dildo still inside her. She swirled her finger through what little cum landed on my stomach and licked it off. "That's what I wanted to see she smiled. Now go to your room, and remember if you ever want to watch mommy again its okay. Just don't scare the crap out of me. In fact, anything to do with sex, you can come to me first. Anything! Do you understand?" I nodded. "Thanks mom." "Now, go to bed," and with that I went out the door. When I awoke in the morning, I could smell the coffee cooking and I was afraid to go out of my room with my mom there. I lay in bed for what must have been an hour thinking about what happened the night before when I heard a light knock on the door. "Mike? Are you up?" "Yea," I nervously said. The door opened and my mom came in wearing her robe. She sat on the bed next to me. "Look, about last night. I don't want you to be mad at me or even worse, scared of me. I assumed that's why you weren't coming out of your room. I know boys get curious and I guess it's tempting to sneak a peek when you can so I want you to know it's okay. You know, when I was your age I saw my mom and dad doing it on the living room couch. I watched them for a while and they never knew." "Grandma!" I said with shock. "Yes. Grandmas and grandpas have sex too you know." "I know but.............." "I watched from the top of the stairs and when they were done I ran back to my bed and masturbated until I came so I guess I understand how you felt. You felt like I felt years ago but I guess I forgot. It must have been exciting for you and I shouldn't have acted the way I did. I didn't want to scare you." Her hand reached down and started caressing my inner thigh. "You'll probably be having sex with Becky sooner than you think. Will you be ready for that day?" "I hope so. I think I'm ready now but I'll wait for her," I answered as my mom's hand moved up to my groin. She put her feet up on the bed and rested her head on my shoulder. "I remember my first time," she told me, "When Kevin Ross fucked me in the back seat of his car." I was listening but my mind was really on her hand rubbing my cock through the sheets. I was getting hard even though I was trying not to. "His cock was so big," she continued," and I knew I wanted it right there. I sucked him for a while before sitting on his lap and taking it all in. I don't think I ever felt anything so good. When he told me he was cumming I quickly got off him and I watched as his cum spewed all over the back of the car....... sort of like yours did last night in my room." I was rock hard by now and mom's hand was working back and forth on my cock. "Have you and Becky had any kind of contact?" she asked. "Well, I put my hand up her sweatshirt once but she said we better not until she moved out and she took my hand away. We like to go down to the park and make out." "YouÕre lucky to have a nice girl like her and I think she's lucky to have you. She'll really feel lucky when she finds out you have this in your pants. This is a little bigger than average you know. "Mom threw the sheets off me exposing my hardness. "Do you know how long it's been since I had any sex?" I didn't say anything as mom started jacking me off. "Since your father and I divorced and probably a year before that," she said while her eyes were fixed on my cock. She kissed my chest and kept moving down to my stomach and finally to my engorged cock where she kissed the head several times before taking it into her wanting mouth. "Oh yea," I moaned. "You like that don't you Michael?" she whispered and went back to her oral game, sucking and twirling her tongue around my shaft as I began to thrust my hips in time with her mouth. She finally took her mouth away and straddled my hips. Taking her right hand, she guided my cock into her wet hole and slid down its entire length. Her eyes closed as she began bouncing up and down and my hips again started moving to the same rhythm. She straightened her back and looked up. I instinctively reached for her tits and began squeezing her erect nipples. Her moans got louder with every thrust from my forceful hips. "Oh yea! Fuck me. Fuck me good Michael, Oh Fuck mommy's wet fucking hole. Oh shit let me know when you're going to cum." she moaned. I pounded as deep as I could feel her pussy sliding up and down my shaft. I was on the edge of cumming and tried to hold back as best I could but it was no use. ÒOh shit mom. I'm gonnaÕ cum! " She quickly spun off me and landed on her knees. Wrapping her fingers around my now glistening fuck pole, she took shaft and all into her mouth as I pumped stream after stream of my hot jism across her tongue and into her throat. Mom held the load in her mouth for a moment before swallowing and looking up at me. She started to say something but her head fell back on my stomach. After catching our breaths finally got the words out. "My God, I wanted you so bad. I hardly slept last night thinking about you fucking me." "I thought the same thing, mom but I didn't know how you'd feel." "Well, now you know." We fucked again that afternoon on the living room floor and later that night there was a light knock on my bedroom door. "I'm going to masturbate tonight. Did you want to watch?" "I got a better idea. Why don't we watch each other," I said returning her smile. The Other Side of Mom Ch. 02 Since writing this story I have been asked by many to continue the sage. This wasn't part of my original plan however I found it kind of fun to revisit the characters. To the new reader my suggestion would be to read part one to become familiar with the who's who in all of this. Comments welcome. Enjoy........... Over the next few weeks mom and I continued our intimate activities, usually in her bedroom. She would share stories and fantasies while all the time masturbating, much to the pleasure of us both. She loved seeing my hard-on and would always shout words of encouragement as I stroked my cock until my cum shot in powerful bursts onto her stomach. She would then scoop it into her mouth and tell me how good it tasted. "It's because you eat a lot of fruit," she told me. I don't know what that had to do with anything, but I have since heard that pineapple enhances the flavor of semen so maybe she was right. I got to thinking of mom and what she must have been like when she was younger. She was always the aggressor in our little "get togethers". I guess I was still too shy to initiate anything. Whenever I looked at porn on the computer, I would think to myself......"Gee, would mom do this or would mom do that?" For that matter, would Becky do it? I hated to think of my mom as a slut, but sometimes the way she acted and the things she told me, led me to believe she was pretty hot back in the day. Around mid-July, I was returning home after spending the day at the beach with Becky and our friends, Jim and Allyson. Becky was wearing a new two piece and I spent the entire time fighting a hard-on. Upon returning home, I came through the front door and was curious about all the banging and thumping coming from the hallway. "Is that you, Michael?" mom shouted. I went into the hall. "Yea, It's me. What are you doing?" There was mom, up on a stepladder. The access door to the attic was open and she was trying to get a box through the opening. "Let me get that for you," I insisted. "No, I can get it. Just take it from me when I pass it down so it doesn't fall on the floor." I positioned myself while holding the ladder and getting a nice view up mom's robe. Between the two of us we managed to get the dusty, cobweb-covered box down. She took the box into the kitchen and started cleaning it off, while I put the ladder away. "So, what's in the box?" I questioned. "It's all my memories from high school....I hope. Sue Benton called this morning. She was one of my best friends in high school and wanted me to go to her last minute reunion this weekend. Well, it's not really a high school reunion, just five or six of us from the cheerleading squad. Ah, there it is. My old cheerleader uniform," Mom said, holding up a royal blue mini skirt. "What's the matter?" "Oh, nothing," I laughed. "I was just trying to picture you jumping up and down with pom-poms at a football game!" The more I thought about it, the harder I laughed. "Does that thing still fit you?" "I hope so. I'm pretty much the same size I was in high school." Mom opened her robe, giving me another clear view of her pussy, and started to step into her skirt. "Hmm. It does seem a little tighter than I remember but....... it sorta fits." I sat down at the kitchen table to hide the bulge in my shorts. "You're like one of those old soldiers who thinks they're going to fit into their uniform after fifty years. Are there panties that go with that?" "Ummmm,Yep! Here they are." She threw her robe over a chair and struggled to get the panties over her hips. When she finally got them on, I pointed out how her pussy hair seemed to protrude somewhat around the crotch area. "I guess I could use a trim. Ahh, maybe I'll just bring it as a reminder since I'm the only one who still hung on to her uniform. Now I need a shower after getting that box down. Look at this; I've got cobwebs in my hair!" I went and sat on the living room couch. Between Becky's new bathing suit and glimpses of mom's pussy, I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I should have talked mom into shaving her pussy, I thought. Like most of those models I look at on the computer. Boy, that would be something. I started stroking my already hard cock while thinking of Becky. She must have shaved her pussy or at least given it a good trimming to get into that bikini bottom. My thoughts were interrupted by hearing mom going back into the bathroom and starting the shower. Jeez, I had to get off and now. I don't know what came over me, but I just threw caution to the wind. I stripped off my clothes and headed for the bathroom. Pushing the door open, I could see the blurry form of my mom through the frosted glass slider. She was bent over with her hair covered with shampoo. "Michael? Is that you?" she queried. "Yeah, it's only me mom." "What are you doing?" "I thought you might need a little help." I said, pushing open the glass slider. "What are you doing?" she again asked. "You just relax, mom," I said, stepping into the shower tub. "I'm just gonna wash your back." "Well, I don't want to get soap in my eyes." I placed my left hand on her back and rubbed in a circular motion while stroking my hardening cock with my soapy free hand. "Mmmmm," she murmured as I kept up her back wash. "I'm glad you like it, mom. I think maybe you might like this too," I said, and slid my hand between her legs to caress her cunt. I concentrated on every detail of her hair covered folds, before sliding the middle finger of my right hand into her moist hole. "Ooooo Michael," she gasped and braced herself with her hands against the shower wall. Her half rinsed hair hung over the front of her head and she tried to get the suds out with one hand while keeping the other on the wall for balance. I worked faster, pounding my finger into her. My cock was rock hard by this time, and I wanted more of this nasty action. I replaced one finger with two and continued fucking her juicy hole. Mom moaned and her knees buckled under the intense pleasure. I knew she was loving it. She backed up a step and lowered her hands, grasping the edge of the shower tub as I continued jackhammering her cunt, now with three fingers. Her tits swung freely with every thrust of my hand and this just added to the filthy lust that had taken over my body. "Oh God, Michael. Don't stop." "Oh, I won't mom." With the shower beating down on both of us, I backed my fingers out of her pussy and then returned them, this time making sure my index finger went deep into her ass. I fucked both holes simultaneously, stroking faster and harder as my lust grew. "Oh God", she shouted. "Yes. Fuck my ass. Oh Michael, I want you there." Mom reached back with one hand and grabbed her butt, giving me better access to her now begging asshole. I continued this nasty activity for quite some time, until I felt my greedy cock needed to get off. I stepped back a bit, grabbed her hips, and taking my cock in hand, drove my rigid member into mom's slippery hole. By this time, she was pounding the wall and begging for more. I had a perfect view of mom's cunt as it took a pounding from my engorged fuck stick. I decided to add to this lewd scene by pushing my thumb as deep as I could into her ass. "OH FUCK!" she yelled. I could feel her hand under my cock as she frigged her clit. I knew she was close and I drove harder and faster into both her holes until I felt the rush of cum race through my cock shaft and coat her insides. Mom went still for a few seconds then started shaking violently. "OH FUCK!!" she yelled again. "FUCK......FUCK.....Oh fuck." I put my arms around her waist to prevent her from falling and lowered her to her knees. She kept shaking and mumbling incoherently as I lightly caressed her tits and nipples. We laid on the floor of the tub for several minutes while the shower spray rained upon us. Mom was breathing pretty heavy, but soon got her composure and gave me her hand. "Help me out of here," she mumbled. I got her out of the tub where she placed a towel on the toilet seat cover and sat down. She held her head and stared at the floor until she got some more of her strength back. "Where did you learn that?" she said, still in a daze. "Mom. I'm 18 and have a computer." I smiled. "I think I need to lie down." she said, and walked to her room still dripping wet. Within a half an hour I heard mom stirring. She was in her bra and panties, packing her bags for her weekend away. "I'll be needing the car this weekend. I hope you and Becky didn't have any big plans. I know it's short notice, but I really need to get away." I hadn't made any plans with Becky yet, but I figured maybe we could double with Jim and Allyson if it wasn't too late. I called Jim, but he wasn't going to be around this weekend, so I called Becky and told her I wouldn't be having the car and that any plans she might have had for the weekend were off. She was a little disappointed, but understood and said that we'll just have to talk on the phone. After dinner, I retired to my room to practice a few riffs on the guitar. It was around nine o'clock when mom knocked on my door. "Did you call Jim? Maybe you and Becky could double with him." "Yea, I called him. He can't get the car tomorrow night and Saturday he and his dad are going to the ball game. I told Becky and she's okay with everything," I responded. Mom sat next to me on the bed. "You know, you really took me by surprise earlier in the shower. Were you that horny or just getting back at me for taking the car this weekend?" she smiled. "Naw, I was thinking about Becky. She got a new bathing suit and looks great in it." On Friday afternoon I helped mom get the groceries out of the car. She bought enough to feed the neighborhood, and before she left I had to listen to the list of instructions: no parties, make sure the stove is turned off, close the windows if it rains.... I just stared at her. "Mom...I think I can handle it." "Well, I'm just making sure. I'll see you Sunday," and with that she got in the car and drove away. Within ten minutes, I was bored silly. I opened my pants and thought of Becky while lightly jerking my cock. We could have been parking tonight. I got on my computer and looked for pictures of naked girls, hoping to find one that looked like her, but there never was. A few looked sort of similar, so I stared at them and wondered if Becky had nipples like that.... Hmmmm, maybe........ Of course most of these models have shaved pussies and I was sure Becky's wasn't. Her parents were too strict.... Not that they'd ever know anyway. I pictured in my head what her pussy might look like and checked out those that I thought were the best match. God, I was so hard, but I couldn't cum now. I had the whole night ahead of me. I fixed myself some dinner and it wasn't until around 7:30 that I wandered into my room and decided to call Becky. "Hello?" came her mother's voice. "Hi Mrs. Hewett. Is Becky home?" "Oh, hi Mike. She's about somewhere. Let me get her." A few seconds later Becky was on the line. "Oooooo. I was hoping you'd call." "Why? What's up?" I asked. "Well....... nothing really. I was kinda bummed that we couldn't go out tonight 'cause I really wanted to talk to you." "We can talk on the phone." "Not really. It's not something I can talk about over the phone." My heart sank. "Is everything okay with us?" She must have sensed the panic in my voice. "Oh, it's nothing like that. I got a few family things to get off my chest and you're the only one I can talk to," she whispered. "Oh, whew!....... Well, I was just thinking about you and wondered how your day was." "My mom and I went to the mall and..............." I was hoping to get her talking. I opened my pants and started stroking as I listened to her sweet voice. Something about a blue sweater.... I don't know what she was talking about. I just wanted to hear her talk. I ran my fingers slowly from the base of my shaft up to the head and then back down again before squeezing the base of my shaft as hard as I could and watching the veins protrude as my cock was at its hardest state. Then, pulling upward, I forced several drops of pre-cum to the tip and watched it glisten as it ran over the head. Becky continued to make small talk and every so often I surmised there was a question to which I answered with a "yep!" When she laughed, I'd laughed along with her, but her words weren't as important as her voice. I jacked harder, saying all sorts of nasty things in my head. Telling her how much I want to fuck her, how I wanted her to watch me cum. My balls tightened and my cock swelled slightly as I had reached my peak. Rope after rope of hot cum splashed onto my chest and stomach. At that moment, I realized I had nothing to clean up with and I could only watch as the fresh sperm ran toward my waist and into my pubic hair. "What happened? Mike, are you there?" Becky questioned. "Huh? Oh yeah, ahhh, the wheel on my chair got stuck and I almost tipped over." "Did it break?" "Nah! Just got stuck is all." "Well, I better get off now," She sighed. "Will you call me tomorrow?" "You know I will," I told her. "Okay..lov...... ahh, talk to you then." We said our goodbyes and I fell back in my chair. Between Becky on the phone, and a little jerk off session, I was still dizzy and had to take a few minutes to gain my composure. I finally cleaned up and made my way into the living room to watch some show about UFOs, until I fell asleep on the couch. I was up around 8:00 but waited 'til 9:30 before starting the lawnmower. It was going to be hot and I thought it would be a good idea to get the mowing done before the sun got too high. I was putting the mower away and getting out the hedge clippers when a strange car pulled into the driveway. Another lost soul wants directions I thought as the car door opened. I was surprised to see it was Becky getting out of the car. "Hey! Where did you get the car?" "It's my mother's. She always keeps it in the garage so you've probably never seen it. I told her I wanted to pick up a few more things at the mall and that you wanted to come with me. She said it was okay, so here I am. We got a few hours, that's if you want me around. "Are you kidding? All I think about is having you around." She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Me too," she said. I closed the garage door and we headed up the stairs to the living room. "You want something to drink?" I asked. "No. I'm okay for now." "Well let me get in the shower. My mom would kill me if I sat anywhere and got this dirt around the house. I'll be right out. Make yourself at home." Jeez. Becky and I alone in the house. I was getting a hard-on thinking about it, but I knew that was as far as it would go. I couldn't complain, however. She was kind, thoughtful, great sense of humor, honor roll student, and she liked me. The sex will come in time, I thought. After a good scrubbing down, I turned off the shower and slightly opened the sliding shower door to get my towel. "You looking for this?" I heard Becky laugh. I peered around the slider and she was standing in the doorway holding my towel. "Hey, give me that!" I smiled back. "You'll have to come and get it," she said in a teasing way. In about half a second, I formulated what was happening here. Either I could spend the next five minutes begging for my towel or I could just turn the table. I opened the shower door, stepped out and walked straight toward her. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she threw the towel at me and ran down the hall. I left the door open and started drying off. I could see her shadow on the wall in the hallway as she tiptoed back toward the door. "You don't have to peek. You already saw me," I said, putting the towel around my waist and stepping into the hall. Her eyes were still wide and she was red with embarrassment as she laughed through her hand covered mouth. "I didn't know you were going to do that!" I'm sure you didn't," I said putting my hand around her shoulder. Okay, let me give you the tour. That's the bathroom. You already saw that. My mom's bedroom just beyond on the left. This is the living room and the kitchen to the back and down this end is my bedroom and a small storage room on the right." We walked to my bedroom and opened the door. "So, this is Mike's private den." she giggled. I got a pair of underwear from out of the drawer. "Briefs, I wear briefs." I said holding them up. Becky looked away as I dropped my towel. "I thought you'd like to know since you now know everything else about me." I laughed. "I'm sorry. I was just trying to be...." "Hey! Don't be sorry," I interrupted. "I thought it was kind of funny." I finished dressing and we went to the living room. "You want that drink now?" "That sounds good," she answered. We sat on the couch sipping our sodas. "So, what's this story you wanted to tell me?" Becky got serious and thought for a minute. "Aww...it can wait." "If you don't tell me now, you'll never get it out," I said. She stared at her soda on the coffee table then looked at me. I thought she was going to cry, but she held back, "My mom and dad are getting a divorce." "Jeez, I thought they seemed happy what few times I've seen them," I said. "Yeah well, it's all a front. My father gets to drinking and then takes out his anger on my mother and me." "Has he hit you?" I said with concern. "No, but I think he's hit my mom a few times. I don't know. I haven't got the full story from her yet. My father thinks that boys ask me out just so they can get into my pants and last week when you got me home ten minutes late because of the traffic, he went off on me, ranting about how you must have gotten the screwing you were after. I told him it wasn't true and that I didn't have to listen to any of this. I went to bed crying, but my mom stayed up and defended me, telling him he shouldn't talk to me like that. I think he hit her, but I'm not sure. I cried myself to sleep while they were still arguing. The next morning I got up and heard the front door slam. I assumed he was going to work so I went to the bathroom then went down to the cellar to get some of my clothes out on the drier. I was in the laundry room when I heard the front door slam again and my father came down over the cellar stairs. I turned out the light in the laundry room and peeked through the door. He was over by his work bench where he dropped his pants and started masturbating using my panties that I wore the night before. I got scared thinking if he knew I was here watching he'd have my head. He kept masturbating until he came in the wastebasket. Then he wiped his penis with my panties and went back upstairs. I heard the front door slam again and ran upstairs in time to see him drive away." "I went in to check on my mom and I told her what just happened. She took my hand and sat me on the bed, telling me she knew and that several times she had found a pair of my panties under his pillow. She told me that whenever I had a date he would get up in the night and check my panties to see if they were stained. I didn't say anything, but I knew what she was telling me was true. That's why when we go parking I could never get too heavy with you, knowing he'd kill me if he thought we were having sex." I sat there dumbfounded. I couldn't believe this was the home I brought Becky to after our dates. "Wow!" I said. "Becky, I'm so sorry." "Well, I hope it's over now. He was served papers yesterday and has to stay away from the house. Mom and I went to the mall yesterday while he cleared out his stuff and he was gone when we got home." I could see it was hard for her to tell me all of this and she even looked a little frightened. I took her in my arms. "My God, Becky. I don't want anything to happen to you and I don't ever want to lose you." The Other Side of Mom Ch. 02 We embraced and started some deep, passionate kissing. This was nothing like being in the car at the park. I felt an emotion in her I hadn't felt before. My cock awakened and sprang into its hardened state. She squeezed me tighter as she fell back on the couch and pulled me on top of her. I applied kisses to her neck and cheek before returning to her open mouth. Our tongues fought back and forth as Becky's breathing got heavier. I placed my hand under her sweatshirt and started feeling her breast through her bra. She let out a soft moan and pulled her shirt up further, giving my hand more freedom. I kneaded her right breast for a bit until I knew I had to get to her nipple. I started to push her bra up but she took my hand away and unfastened it from the front. That's pretty convenient I thought, as I pushed the cup to the side. Her nipple was hard and surrounded by a light brown areola, nothing like I imagined or like the pictures I had seen on the computer. My mouth went right to its mark and my tongue swirled around her nipple several times before taking it all in and gently sucking. I was rock hard at this point and Becky must have realized it. She lifted my head and looked at me. "Let's go to your bedroom," she whispered. I held her hand as we walked down the short hall and turned into my room. I sat on the bed and watched her as we both stripped down to our underwear. We laid on the bed and Becky's hand went right to my hardness, feeling its length through the cotton briefs. "Mike? Please be careful with me." "I'd never do anything to hurt you." I whispered. She smiled and cupped her tit, inviting me back to her erect nipple. I sucked and nibbled lightly as my right hand inched across her stomach and found its way under the waist band of her light blue lace panties. She was unshaven, but the hairs were relatively short. Maybe she just uses scissors, I thought. I placed my entire hand over her puffy cunt lips and could feel that she was soaked. Parting her lips with my middle finger, I slid my hand up until I met with her swollen clit. I teased the hard bud and Becky fell back on the pillow, releasing a deep breath. I needed her now and thought I would cum without even being touched. I got to my knees, removed my briefs and slid her panties off, tossing them on the chair. I reversed positions as Becky's legs spread without any direction from me. I buried my face in her dark brown bush and eagerly started licking her slit. I could see that the sheets between her legs were already wet with the juice that was beyond the reach of my tongue. This was it. I had to fuck her now. I started to move when I felt her hand clamp around my cock and she ran two fingers over the head. They glided through the pre-cum that I was producing before she let go. As I swung my feet around, I caught a glimpse of her licking my fluid off her digits. I positioned myself between her legs and, grasping my shaft, I looked her in the eyes. She took my shoulder in her hand and mouthed the words. "Fuck me". I placed my cock at the entrance to her warm, moist crevasse and eased forward. It took no effort at all to part the hair-covered lips and slip into her virgin hole. Becky gave a loud moan and grabbed my other shoulder as my firm member slowly eased its way into her. "Oooohhhh. Fuck me, Mike. Fuck me," she said loudly as I quickened the pace. I could hear the squishing of her hot lubricant with every down stroke. Her nails dug into my shoulders and her heels went up over my hips. I knew I couldn't last nor could Becky for that matter. Her eyes rolled back and her body stiffened. She remained like that for five to ten seconds before her body gave in. "OH FUCK!" She yelled. "FUCK ME. OH FUCK. DON'T STOP." Obeying her words here wasn't an option. I felt my balls tighten and the rush of sperm running through my shaft. I pulled out of Becky as fast as I could, not knowing if she was on any kind of birth control. Wads of the white, creamy fluid burst forward covering her tits and stomach. She opened one eye in time to see the remaining drops trickle from my cock hole and onto her furry mound. My arms gave way and I collapsed on top of her, pushing my tongue between her lips and giving a passionate kiss. "I love you Mike," she said softly. "And I love you too Becky." After a few minutes I worked up enough strength to get up. "I better clean you up," I said, reaching for the roll of paper towels. Becky, being curious, picked up a few drops of cum with her finger and licked it into her mouth. "Taste alright?" I asked. "Yeah!" she smiled. "But it's yours so I knew it would." "C'mon, we're going to need a shower." We took our first shower together, which was incredible. I washed her tits and stomach, while she attended to my hard again cock with her soapy hand. I was ready for her again, but I knew she had to be home soon so I tried to curb my thoughts. I got the stained sheets into the wash and then we talked for a bit before Becky called her mother and told her she'd pick up a pizza on the way home. We stood by the door and kissed. "Can I see you tomorrow?" she asked. "First see if you can get the car. If so, I'll be here all day," I said. Becky left and I went in the house. I was on cloud nine. I picked up my guitar and I can assure the reader that I never played better than I did that day.