6 comments/ 59984 views/ 32 favorites Watching Mom Ch. 01 By: Trapeze Before reading: This is Chapter 1 of a larger story. The full story will primarily contain themes of voyeurism, but will also include some bisexual exploration (male-on-male). If you are repulsed by that, this is a fair warning. There is no male-on-male contact in this particular chapter, but I will include a disclaimer on the chapters that do contain it, in case you wish to simply skip over them. Chapter 1 Music To My Ears Things were not going well for me. I was always a terrible student in high school. I ditched school when I could and slept in class when I couldn't. I should've known it wouldn't be any different when I started going to the community college up the road. I had spent weeks trying to convince my mom that I could live on my own in a studio apartment near the college, that I can go to school full-time while easily paying the $475/month rent with the money I can make delivering pizzas a few hours a week. You may not know it, but boy do those tips really add up. I don't want to keep boring you with the details, but long story short: I never got a job, I lost all drive to attend classes in the first month, flunked out, and had to move back in with my mother, tail between my legs. All that talk about me being able to handle independence was a colossal joke. I am a 19-year-old loser living with 46-year-old mom. My mother divorced my dad when I was young. I see my dad once in a while, but he lives pretty far out of town. I don't spend more than a few nights at his place because well, no offense to my dad, but he can't afford another mouth to feed, and he's not exactly much fun to be around. Anyways, my mom never remarried. She became very focused on her real estate career and she has done quite well for herself, but her dedication to her work is probably the reason she has only dated a handful of men after the divorce, and the longest any of those relationships lasted was a few months shy of a year. Her boyfriends were always her age, held respectful jobs, and had typical hobbies and interests. Her boyfriends were nothing special... that is, until J.R. came along. My first time "meeting" J.R. was after my mom's first date with him. She got dolled up as she usually does for dates, left the house alone around 6 pm, and I sat at home keeping myself entertained with video games in my room, occasionally helping myself to some snacks in the kitchen. Around 10 pm I figured I should make an early night of it because I had to get up at a reasonable hour the next day to start applying for shitty jobs. I turned off the TV, turned off the lights and hopped in bed. Minutes later, I heard the car pull up. I didn't think anything of it until I heard two voices exiting the car. Keep in mind, first dates for my mom always ended with the two exchanging a friendly kiss (or so I'm told) in the parking lot of whatever fancy restaurant they went to, and heading back to their respective homes and scheduling a second date (or not). Bringing her date to our house generally didn't happen until they've been dating for at least a month. Needless to say, she likes to take things slow. So I couldn't help but peek out my window, which overlooks the driveway, to see who she was bringing home on the first date. J.R. is a slightly older man. His hair has grayed and he has just a little bit of a pudgy gut. He dresses well and looks pretty well-groomed. His voice is a bit deep as well. That was about as much as I could glean from him from watching and listening out my window, but keeping my head fairly low. Only, it was J.R. stepping out of the driver's seat, and opening the passenger side door like a gentleman to let my mom out. After she stepped out and he closed the door, J.R. gently pushed her up against the side of the car with his body and started running his hands all over her. Mom was giggling like crazy. I could tell she had a bit to drink that night. J.R. quickly silenced her giggling when he slipped his tongue in her mouth, turning giggles into little moans. He had one hand practically mauling one of her breasts, and his other was squeezing her ass. Their little session ended quickly as they headed into the house. I sat by my bedroom to eavesdrop. I wasn't sure exactly why I was so interested, but I wasn't about to stop and question it. "Honey, my friend J.R. had a little too much to drink so I gave him a lift and I'm letting him crash here!" She shouted up the stairs after coming into the house. That was bullshit because if that was the case, she'd had driven him to HIS place. And, you know, I saw that J.R. was the one driving. I didn't reply. "Shhh, Carol, he's probably asleep, you goofball." I heard J.R. mutter. After what I can only imagine was some more playful groping and giggling, I heard my mom's bedroom door slam. I never had much luck with the girls, but of course I always considered myself as having a normal sexuality, and yet I could not begin to comprehend why my dick got so hard and so fast at the realization that my mom is about to get plowed after a first date a few yards away from me. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my face. I was going crazy. I waited a few minutes after that door shut, opened my door slowly, and began slowly, stealthily crawling my way downstairs, across the house, and towards my mom's bedroom door, being careful not to cause any creaking sounds. I got quite good at that from the many times I snuck out of the house in the middle of the night to hang out with friends. I wouldn't dare try to open that door. As long as I've lived there, I've always known it to be the creakiest door in the house. You could probably breathe on it and it would creak. I heard the sound of bodies rolling around her bed, the rustling of the sheets. I could hear my mom's heavy breathing. Then I heard the rattling of the bed frame and the sound of flesh slapping together. Then came her moans. I was rubbing myself outside her door. My cock was so engorged, it hurt. But I couldn't stop myself. My mom's moans turned to deep, almost animalistic grunts as the rattling of the bed intensified and became accompanied by a very loud, repetitive knocking sound. My mom was getting fucked so hard, the big heavy slab of wood that is the headboard was being relentlessly slammed into the wall like it was nothing. I crept away from the door and into the living room, which shares a wall with my mom's bedroom, and is also the wall against which that bed is positioned. I found the spot on my side of that wall where the knocking sound was loudest. I pressed my ear against it. Holy shit, I could feel the wall bump every time the headboard hit it. Her grunts and moans were so distinct, I could tell her face was mere inches from my ear with only some drywall in between, while this J.R. guy was pounding her from behind. I took my ear off the wall, pressed my whole back against the wall, pulled down my pants and started furiously jacking off to the feeling of the wall thumping and vibrating from the hard fuck my mom was receiving. I knew it was fucked up but nothing could have turned me on more in that moment, not internet porn, not a nude photo of my biggest crush from high school, nothing. I finished in a matter of seconds, a personal record for me by far. Of course, they weren't done yet. I returned to the bedroom door, sat down, and listened to them for another 20 or 30 minutes. Granted, he wasn't banging her hard for the whole duration, but my mom made it pretty clear she was having the time of her life by how, uh... "vocal" she was in there. Watching Mom Ch. 02 Scott was home, in his room, nervously clicking through the university's menu system on the internet. Today was the day the professor had said the grades would be posted. Though confident he did well in a couple of his classes, he was borderline on several more, so he was a bit apprehensive about the final outcome. The fact that he was sweating out whether he was getting an A or a B and not whether he was passing or failing didn't make a lot of difference to him, He had a perfect A average for the first semester and he didn't want to lose that straight A average. Clueless to the plight of many other students who were looking at the grades to find out if they flunked out, Scott clicked the final button and waited as slowly the grades appeared. In a short time that seemed like an eternity to Scott, he watched as A after A popped up on the screen. Suddenly it was over and his nervousness subsided, he had all As. Rightly proud of himself, he sent the image of the grades to his printer and waited for the report to print. After a few moments, he grabbed the report and headed out of his room and walked down the corridor to his mother's room. He noticed the door was slightly opened, so he knocked lightly and then opened the door but didn't see his mother. Stepping into the room he heard a noise from the bathroom and was about to turn and head back to his room, but noticing the door was open, he moved a bit closer. The sound he had heard was the shower running and from where he stood he could see through the glass shower surround. He mother was standing in the shower with one leg propped up as she shaved. Dropping the printout with his grades, he just stood and watched. Feeling his cock begin to harden he saw his mother slowly pull the razor up from her ankles over her calves. As she finished there, she moved up, pulling the razor over her outer thighs. He reached down adjusting himself as he saw her move over the front of her thighs and then up the soft inner thighs all the way up to just beneath her pussy. She must have already done the other leg because as she finished she stood up straight and washed the excess soap off the razor. Scott watched his mother hang the razor up on the shower caddy and then turn to face. She seemed to jump a bit when she obviously noticed him, but instead of covering up, she paused a moment, letting Scott see her body once again. She then reached back to the shower caddy, grabbed her razor and then soaped up her pubic hair. While Scott watched, his mother shaved off the triangle of pubic hair and then carefully pulled the razor over and around her pussy. Scott's mother turned back to the water cascading out of the shower head and rinsed off her pussy, rubbing one hand up and down between her legs. She then rinsed off the razor, hung it on the shower caddy, turned off the water and slid the shower door open. "Scott, hand me a towel will you please," she said, pointing to the towel hanging just inches from her hand. Slowly moving into the bathroom, Scott stared at his mother, naked and dripping as he grabbed at the towel and handed it to her. He watched as she pulled the towel through her hair, her breasts bouncing a bit as she vigorously dried her hair. She then wrapped the towel around her head and looked at Scott saying, "Could you hand me the other towel." When Scott reached around his mother to grab the other towel she grabbed his head and guided it to her breast. As he began sucking her nipple, she grabbed the towel off the rack and clumsily dried herself off a bit before dropping the towel to the floor. She then took Scott's head and pushed it gently downward, feeling his mouth and tongue run down her body, over the sensitive skin where she had recently shaved and then onto the delicate lips of her pussy. Pushing his tongue between her lips, he tasted the tangy, salty taste of his mother for the first time. As she tossed her head back and moved one of her feet onto the toilet seat cover Scott pushed his tongue as deep into his mother as he could. He then pulled back a bit, sliding his tongue up between her lips until he found her clit. Slipping the nub between his lips, he ran his tongue back and forth over the tip of it while pushing two fingers into her wet opening. Scott felt his mother begin to move her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy onto his face as he sucked and licked her clit, moving faster and faster as his mother began to moan. He slipped a third finger into her wet pussy and sucked her clit, running his tongue in tiny circles over its tip. Feeling her hands gently caress his head, Scott moved his mouth from her clit, pulled his fingers out of her and just let her grind herself all over his face. In just a moment, she pushed hard against him, her pussy lips preventing him from breathing. Shoving his fingers back into her, he then felt her come as her pussy began pulsing over his fingers. When she finally released his head, he took a deep breath and ran his free hand over his eyebrows, wiping away some of her wetness. After a while, when the pulsations subsided inside his mother's pussy he pulled out his fingers, licked her cum off of them and then stood up. His mom grabbed his head again and she kissed him, running her tongue over his lips and then over his face as she licked her wetness from his face. Just as Scott felt his mother's hand slid down to his hard cock and squeeze him through his pants they heard the front door open. "It's your sister, quick hurry back to your room, we'll do something about this later," his mother said, releasing his cock and grabbing a towel. Scott rushed out of the room, closing her door and stepping into the living room just as his sister put her purse on the small table by the front door. "Hey sis, look here, I got straight As," he said, waving the print out he had grabbed as he left his mother's room. Whirling a finger in the air she said, "Well big deal you nerd, when are you going to do anything risky or exciting?" "Oh I don't know, you might really be surprised," he replied. "Yeah, right," she said, walking past him and heading toward her room. Watching Mom Ch. 02 Chapter 2 Mom Like I've Never Seen Her The next morning I made sure to stay in bed until I could hear them leave the house. I wasn't about to go through the awkwardness of being officially introduced to this guy for the first time while I was eating a bowl of cereal and he was walking around in a bathrobe as if to say "Hi, I'm J.R. and I fucked your mom last night. Nice to meet you!" I watched out my window as they both hopped in the car so she could drive him hove. Walking into my mom's bedroom, I saw a spot on the wall behind the bed's headboard where the paint had chipped off and the drywall was beaten in almost to the point of breaking through it entirely. The next few weeks were more or less back to normal. Mom continued to go out on dates with J.R., only she wouldn't bring him to our house afterwards. Instead she would prepare a casserole or something during the day and leave it in the fridge so I could help myself to it for dinner, saying she wouldn't be back until the next day. Her spending the night somewhere else never used to mean anything to me. She did it occasionally when she was dating when I was young and didn't know what sex meant, and even after I hit puberty, it just meant I had the house to myself and could do whatever I wanted, maybe even invite my friends over. But after that night, it took on a new meaning for me. She might know deep down that I know what goes on when she spends the night at her date's house, but little does she know that it's now at the forefront of my mind when she's gone. And I love it. Finally my mom was ready for me to meet J.R. She invited him over to our house for dinner, the same way I met her boyfriends in the past. Up close he was quite suave, confident, and had a firm handshake. His hands were pretty big compared mine, and he had some thick, hairy arms. Over the course of dinner, I learned that he works in real estate like my mom, but in commercial real estate instead of residential. I know enough about the business to understand that he must make quite a bit of money. After dinner we all sat in the living room and watched a movie. By the time it was done, the hour was late and I excused myself to bed. I wasn't actually tired, but that was the idea. I faked a lot of yawns and even shuffled upstairs like I was ready to pass out. Mom said that she and J.R. were going to stay up a little longer to have a glass of wine. I closed the door to my bedroom and hit the lights, making sure the toggling sound was loud enough for them to hear it. I sat by my door, flipping through a magazine with a reading light to stay occupied, waiting to hear them go to bed. I had been reading for a good hour plus change when I started hearing footsteps coming up the stairs, where my room was. I scrambled into bed as quietly as possible, threw the covers over myself, closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. I know exactly what I look and sound like when I sleep. I left my mouth open just a little bit and faked a sort of half-snore-half-heavy-breathing that is typical for me when I'm sleeping like a log. Sure enough, my door opened slowly. There was about a ten-second pause. "He's out cold." I heard Mom whisper. "Very good." J.R. said. The door closed gently. Whatever they were about to do, I had a good feeling that they weren't going to be concerned about waking me up with any noise, nor were they expecting me to wake up on my own during the night. I've always been a very deep sleeper, and Mom knows that. I don't even wake up to pee. When I was younger, I even slept through the smoke detector blaring after a shelf caught on fire because my mom left a candle burning on it overnight. Something told me that my mom has communicated to J.R. about my inability to wake up. I figured it was why they were so loud on that first night. I let a few minutes pass for good measure then went back to sitting next to my door, listening harder this time. I heard the sit back down on our squeaky leather couch in the living room, and I heard the TV come on again, this time just playing late cheesy late night infomercials. There was no way they went back to living room just to learn about a blender. Sure enough, I could hear "mmmm" and "ohhhh" over the sound of the infomercial, only this time it was definitely coming from J.R. Perhaps he wanted some background noise just for good measure. I snuck out of my room. The whole house was dark. I practically low-crawled down the stairs in complete silence. I had the stealth of some special forces commando but unlike a special forces commando, I could barely control my excitement. My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking. J.R.'s voice was getting clearer as I was closing in. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, the only light in the house was the TV, and I could see its ambient, flickering glow on the walls just outside the living room. By now I was at the last corner, the only corner between my eyes and the two lovebirds, just a few feet away. I began sticking my head around the corner as slowly as I could. I took it one centimeter at a time. This is it, I thought to myself. Around the corner was the leather couch, facing towards the TV, but away from me. J.R. was slouching back on the couch. In his lap was my mom's head, bobbing up and down on J.R.'s cock. I worried that if she looked up she would be able to see me, but it soon became clear that her attention was completely focused on sucking this man's cock like her life depended on it. By the slurping noises, it sounded like quite a messy blowjob she was giving. There was a brief pause in J.R.'s moans of enjoyment, when he turned his head to stare at something in the living room, I couldn't tell what it was, as there wasn't anything particularly interesting where he was looking. He then turned his head back to my mom, who was still going to town on his cock. In a jarring change of pace, he grabbed a fistful of my mom's hair and forcefully yanked her off of his cock and gave her a swift, open-handed slap across her face. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He leaned down to her, clutching her hair with one hand and clamping down on her lower jaw with his other. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he hissed. "Y-yes sir" she replied back, trembling a little. "Well then you'd better fucking earn it, cunt." With his hand on the back of her head, he took the liberty of shoving Mom's mouth back down on his cock, this time using his broad hands to aggressively force her head's up-and-down motions, like she was a ragdoll. Mom was making a lot of slurping and gagging noises as his cock was plunging into her throat. Every time J.R. pushed her head back down, he made sure not to stop pushing until her lips met his pelvis. I've seen guys try this sort of thing in porn, and I noticed that in the amateur porn, the girl struggles a lot and desperately pushes back to try and cough and gasp for air. But Mom was deepthroating this guy like a porn star, and didn't attempt to resist him. She was letting him control her body until he was done with it. The forced throatjob went on for three minutes or so, with J.R. periodically lifting her head off to let her exhale once and inhale once, then continued facefucking her without skipping a beat. He eventually pulled her head off, leaned down to her and commanded her: "Take a deep breath, bitch." Mom inhaled deeply and audibly, after which J.R. practically slammed her mouth and throat all the way back down on his cock, and then locked her in place with his arms and hands. I could hear Mom letting out muffled gurgling and gagging noises as her throat stuffed with a cock that refused to pull out. He held her like that for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually Mom's hands started pushing on J.R.'s thighs. NOW she was struggling. But J.R. held her head down with one hand, and used the other hand to swat away her hands as she tried to push back. I could hear Mom making her best attempts to whine, whimper, and squeal with an esophagus full of dick. J.R. let her struggle desperately for about 10 more seconds until he yanked her head back. Mom was gasping like she just narrowly avoided drowning. It was dark, but I could barely make out a long string of saliva hanging off of her chin. "Goooood girrrl," he cooed, like he was talking to a toddler or a dog, "now turn around and bend over." I ducked back around my corner just in case any of them might see me while they're shifting around. I slowly started to peek back at them once I heard Mom moaning. J.R. had bent Mom over the coffee table and was slowly fucking her from behind. Both of them were now facing the TV and had their backs to me. His pace was so slow, it was hard to tell that he was penetrating her at all. Then, for the first time in my life, I heard my own mother talk dirty. "Harder... fuck me harder." J.R. pulled out. "You forgot 'please' and 'sir'" he said, sounding disappointed. Mom stammered "I-I'm sorry, sir, I didn't m-mean to-" "An ungrateful fucktoy bitch must be put in her place," he interrupted, "tonight, if you want me to fuck you harder, you have to ask nicely for it, and you have to 'pay' for it. Five spanks. And I will double it every time you ask." Mom nodded her head. J.R. raised his hand about as far up as it would go, then whipped it down faster than I've ever seen. His hand walloped her right ass cheek hard enough that it sent an ear-piercing "SMACK" noise throughout the entire house, loud enough to make me jump a little. Mom let out a gasp of pure shock as her whole body lurched forward a little. He raised his hand again, and delivered the exact same slap to her other cheek. Mom whimpered a little. He continued until he finished five slaps as I stood watching from behind, wincing with every sharp smack and seeing Mom's flesh ripple out from J.R.'s brutal punishment. "This is so loud... I'm afraid we might wake Ryan up." Mom said, after mustering the ability to speak coherently. J.R. laughed. "Trust me, you don't need to worry about THAT." He said as he slid back into her and continued to fuck her. I was a little confused as to what was so funny. He fucked her for a few minutes before Mom made her request. "Please fuck me harder, sir." She said. As promised, he started wailing on her ass with his open palm, giving her ten whacks, each one just as powerful as the last and showing no signs of going easy. With every blow, Mom squealed like a helpless animal. Her whole body was quivering. I got spanked as a kid but if I was spanked like THIS, I could have made a strong case for abuse. J.R. slipped his cock back into Mom and was now giving her pretty hard thrusts. Mom grunted and moaned as J.R.'s hips collided with her soft, round ass over and over. I still stood watching from around the corner, stroking my dick and not wanting this to end. "I-I'm g-gonna c-cum," Mom grunted, her voice shaking with each hard thrust, "I-I'm c-cum-ming!" Her body shivered violently as she grunted and convulsed in climax. "F-ffffff-uhhhHHCK!" This was no fake. My mom had truly been reduced to a pathetic, trembling mess by this man's fucking. I saw her head hang and her body start to slump over the coffee table in exhaustion. J.R. then smacked her ass the hardest I've seen, the sound was almost like a gunshot. It startled Mom and caused her to whip her head back up, at which moment J.R. seized the opportunity to grab her hair and yank on it until her head and body were back in the up position. "I'm not fucking done with you, slut." he spat. He grabbed her hips and clamped down hard as he started pounding her even harder and rougher, well beyond the limit of what I imagine most women would be comfortable with. Mom was gripping the coffee table for dear life as the force of J.R.'s thrusts was rocking her whole body back and forth. Mom was panting and squealing louder than ever. The coffee table was now sliding back and forth and grinding loudly into the hardwood flooring, with Mom holding on and being relentlessly fucked. "I'm cumming inside you, whore." he said. He kicked it up as a notch in his finale as the magazines and TV remotes were now falling off the violently rattling coffee table, and their wine glasses fell off as well and made loud shattering noises as they hit the floor. He let out a long, deep groan as he pumped his load into my mom before my very eyes. With both of them having orgasms, I didn't anticipate there being much more to watch, and I didn't want to risk them spotting me when they leave the living room on their way to the bedroom, so I retreated back to my bedroom with a rock hard dick dangling uncomfortably between my legs. I rubbed one out as soon as I got in bed, replaying the scenes in my head of my mother acting like a cheap sex slave and J.R. treating her like one. After I blew my load, I could hear glass shards being swept up. Watching Mom Ch. 03 After the brief, acrimonious conversation with his sister, Scott headed back to his bedroom. Closing the door behind him, he sat down on his bed playing the scene with his mother as she stepped out of the shower in his head over and over. His cock, which had immediately softened when he argued with his sister, was hard once again. Remembering how it felt the first time he watched his mother, the time she was with her half-ass boyfriend Jason and Scott got caught watching them from his mother's closet. It all seemed so oddly natural as she had Scott join Jason and her in the bed. She let Scott fuck her that afternoon and the memory of that sensation still burned in his mind. It was even a turn on for Scott to watch Jason go down on mom and eat her cream pie. Seeing Jason's face glittering, spotted white with Scott's sperm was really strange and arousing. Letting the images of that afternoon join with the memories of maybe forty five minutes ago when he kneeled down and ate her newly shaved pussy, Scott opened his pants and began to stroke himself. It was beginning to feel pretty good and he was about to rush into his bathroom to grab something so he could clean up after he came when he heard his sister say something to their mom and then rush out the front door. With his hard cock still sticking out of his pants, he moved over to the window and watched his sister drive away. Almost immediately he heard a quick knock on his door and then his mother slipped into the room. Scott just stood there not even trying to cover himself up as his mother said, "She'll be gone for just a few minutes, but I didn't want to leave you like this." She walked over to him and grasped his cock, stroking it firmly. "Were you jacking off thinking about what we just did?" Scott nodded. Smiling she said, "It was nice, I only wish we could have some more time so we could really make love." "But it's not right is it?" "What's not right?" she asked. "Us, the two of us doing this. It's not..." "Shhh, don't make it so complicated. When you were little I held you, rubbed your stomach and you liked it. Now you're older and well, I know how to make you feel good and you know how to make me feel good." "But..." "Look, when you get a girlfriend, when you fall in love you can move on and do these things with her, but now, why not just enjoy ourselves. We're just making each other feel good, we're just getting close to each other." "It's just not..." he stopped as she held a finger to his lips. When he stopped he watched her kneel down and run her tongue along the length of his as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. Scott arched his back pushing his hips forward and watched his cock slowly disappear into his mother's mouth. He felt her immediately begin to suck him hard as she took a hand and began stroking his shaft up and down. Just as he began moving his hips back and forth, shoving himself into her mouth, she paused and then pulled her mouth off him and said, "Go over and sit on the bed, ti will be easier that way." Kicking off his pants, Scott moved over to the bed and sat down. His mother followed, moving her hands to his bare knees and spreading them apart. Scott watched as she ran her fingernails gently down his thighs and then took his cock in both hands. Stroking him vigorously she moved her head down and touched her tongue to the tip of his cock where some precum had pooled. Leaning back and resting on his elbows behind him, he watched as she continued stroking moving her mouth over the end of her hand so as her hands moved up and down on him, her mouth followed, letting the head of his cock slip between her lips. She continued like that for a few moments and then she moved one hand to his balls and moved her mouth over him taking him deep into her mouth. Scott felt her sucking hard as one hand continued to stroke his shaft and the other toyed with his balls. He lifted his ass up off the bed, trying to push himself deeper into her mouth. Quickly the combined sensations of her sucking him, her fingers on his balls and her hand stroking his shaft overwhelmed him and he moaned loudly, spurting his cum into her mouth. His mom eased up a bit, just holding her mouth over him as she worked his cum out of his cock with her hand, milking his quickly softening erection. As she swallowed the last few droplets from him she got up, kissed him on the lips and then headed to his door. He watched her slip out of his room and then close the door behind her. Scott got his pants back on just in time to hear his sister pull up into the driveway. Watching Mom Ch. 03 Chapter 3 Tit for Tat (Disclaimer: This chapter will involve gay oral contact) As time went on, J.R. and my mom continued going seeing each other but were now alternating between going to his place and going to ours. I would say it was split fifty-fifty. As you can probably expect, there were nights where they fucked at our place, and I sat outside the door and listened, but unfortunately the sex sounded pretty much typical: the bed shook, they moaned a little, they finished, they went to sleep. Mom was steadily integrating J.R. into our family more and more. He was gradually becoming like a stepfather, only they weren't married. We would all go out to restaurants, movie theaters, festivals together. J.R. would occasionally take it upon himself to cook breakfast for me and Mom, or shoot the shit with me about various things, like how the job hunt was going. It was even getting to the point where he was spending multiple consecutive days here, bringing changes of clothes, a toothbrush, etc. The previous week, I bought a video camera via online shopping. As a young, unemployed guy, I knew I shouldn't be spending money frivolously on non-necessities but this newfound obsession of mine had really taken control of me. They hadn't had sex in plain view since I previously mentioned, but if it was going to happen again, I wanted some fucking footage... literally. I did a lot of shopping around and managed to find one that could get fairly good color footage in poor light, plus an IR option if I had to shoot in total darkness. The lens mechanics were nice and quiet too. I didn't want to blow my cover by them hearing the sound that is typical of many cameras - the electric whirring sound of the motor that operates the zoom and focus. Of course, it wasn't a cheap buy but I knew what I wanted and nothing could stop me. Yesterday I found the package at the doorstep, so I unpacked it and hid it in my sock drawer. One weekend, after the three of us finished lunch at our place, Mom left the house to go do some grocery shopping and pick up dry cleaning. She was going to be a few hours. J.R. said he was going to hang back here because he needs to make some business calls to his clients and he'd rather do them in peace. This was the first time J.R. would ever be alone in the house with me. Not too longer after Mom's car pulled out, J.R. called to me from down the hall. "Hey Ryan, can you give me a hand with something over here, buddy?" When I found him in he was standing in the bathroom. As soon as I stepped in, he grabbed me by the shirt collar and pulled me in. He turned me around and locked my hands behind my back. I tried to resist but I am a weak, lanky guy, and he was strong and quick. He kicked at the back of my knees and forced me to kneel in from the toilet, at which point he flipped up the lid and forced my head into the water. I thrashed around but to no avail, as the man must have known a thing or two about wrestling. He pulled my head out. My head and hair were drenched and dripping toilet water everywhere. "You're a little fucking perv, you piece of shit." He barked at me. "W-what?!" I asked as he shoved my head back into the bowl, holding me in there a little longer before he pulled me back out. "I know you were watching us in the living room, goon, I could see the reflection of your ugly face from that window in the living room," he said, "so tell me, do you get off peeping at your mom or peeping at me?" "I don't know what you're talking abo—" I could already feel his hand starting to push me back in. "Wait, wait!" I shouted. He stopped pushing. "Both." I said in the most ashamed tone. "Say it. I want to hear you say what gets you off." He ordered. I stalled for a few seconds. He lost patience and started pushing my head towards the water again. Again, I got him to stop. "I get off watching you and Mom fuck." "That's what I thought." He tossed me a towel to wipe down my face. He started washing his hands like he was done with me. I wasn't sure where we were supposed to go from here. I stood back up and he opened the door. As I tried walking out, he pushed me against the wall. "Listen to me, you creep. You're going to stay quiet about all of this. From now on, if you're going to watch or even LISTEN to me porking your mom, it's going to be on MY terms, and it's not going to free. If you have a problem with any part of that, I'll be happy to tell your mom all about how you stood and watched us with your dick in your hand," he elaborated "I'll tell her about the camera too. With everything I have on you so far, if you cross me, I sure hope you have another place to live when it's all over." "You said it's not free... what does that mean? What do you want?" I asked. "You'll find out soon enough, kiddo," he said, "now go take a shower, you're fucking disgusting." I took a hot shower in the upstairs bathroom and went to my room to throw on a fresh set of clothes. As I was getting dressed, J.R. slipped a note under my door. It read: "At 6:30 AM tomorrow, tell your mom that you are headed to an early job interview downtown. Leave by car and park it a few blocks away, away from sight. Wait until 7:00. Walk back to the house and come in QUIETLY through the sliding glass door in the kitchen. Go to your room, close the door, and stay there. No questions." ... I woke up to the sound my alarm at 5:30 AM and went downstairs for a bowl of cereal. My mom was already awake, as she her job requires her to be somewhat of an early bird. J.R. was also up, of course, sipping a mug of coffee. Mom was understandably curious as to why I'm up so early, and as instructed, I made up a story about a 7:30 job interview that's 45 minutes away. At 6:30, she kissed me on the cheek and I drove away. I parked my car on some side street that I knew wasn't in the path of my mom's commute to work. As I sat in my car and waited for 7:00 to roll around, I couldn't stop thinking about mom kissing me on the cheek, considering those lips have certainly been around J.R.'s cock a few times, and were maybe even glazed with his cum as well. When it was time, I got out of my car and walked back to my house, making sure to a little "reconnaissance" to make sure nobody in the house could see me. Sure enough, Mom was nowhere to be seen, though her car was still there. I slid the sliding glass door open one inch at a time and entered the kitchen/dining area. I could hear giggling from my mom's bedroom. I crept over to the closed door and listened. "Come on, J.R., I have to be at work soon!" my mom said in a playful voice. "Don't worry babe, I love a good quickie. I'll make it worth your while." he said. I remembered that I was instructed to head directly to my room, so I did. I shut the door and waited. About twenty minutes later I could hear the bedroom door open, followed by the loud footsteps of my mom's heels across the floor. I could tell she was in a hurry. "Do you have work today, J.R.?" Mom called back to the bedroom. "Yeah, but I don't need to be in the office until nine-ish." He replied. I could hear Mom hurry out the door and peel out the driveway. Then came the sound of footsteps up the stairs. I sat on my bed, heart racing, wondering what J.R. could possibly have planned now that the sex is over and Mom has left. Without so much as a knock, I saw my door swing open. Standing in the doorway was J.R. And he was stark naked. My jaw dropped. Without hesitation he marched directly over to me within about two feet of me. His bare chest was covered in a thick layer of curly gray hair, including his gut. His cock, dangling in front of me, was astonishingly huge. I never got a good idea of how big it was when I last watched him with my mom because it was so dark. At that moment, it was flaccid, but it must have been about 7 inches long, and thick as vacuum hose. I got chills trying to picture what it looks like fully erect. Unlike the rest of his body, his groin, cock, and balls were shaven like a porn star, but of course, his junk looked approximately what I'd imagine an old man's junk looks like. His cock had sort of a weathered look to it, and his ball hung low. But make no mistake, he was hung like a horse. His cock was glossy and wet. I looked up at him, speechless. "I just dumped a big load in your mother. You're going to clean me off. That will be your first 'payment'." He said. I sat there contemplating what I was getting into, and whether or not this was even worth it. He didn't give me time to think as he lost patience again and shouted at me in a booming voice: "Get on your knees and SUCK. THIS. NOW." J.R. was perhaps the most intimidating man I've ever met, and I knew what he was physically capable of. I reluctantly put my mouth on the man's massive cock. He groaned as my warm mouth engulfed it. I could taste the mixture of the man's residual semen and mom's juices. Which was which, I couldn't tell, being as inexperienced as I am. I licked and sucked the cum off of his cock, and he made sure I didn't miss the cum that coated his balls. "There, it's clean now. Are you done?" I said. "You missed a spot." He said, pointing to a spot on his shaft. I sighed, and put my mouth back on his dick, just wanting to get this over with. But as soon as my lips passed over the head of his cock, he grabbed my head and slowly pulled me in further. I could now feel his cock getting harder in my mouth. He continued to move my head back and forth. He wasn't throat-fucking me like he did to my mom, but still, this clearly wasn't just a "cleaning" job – he wasn't going to let me go until he finished. His cock got fully erect, and I couldn't tell how long it was by now, but I could tell it was a monster, judging by the way there was still a good four or five inches of length left on it each time the head stopped at the beginning of my throat. My lips were getting stretched thin and my jaw was getting very tired due to the sheer girth of his rod. I couldn't believe this was the thing that my mom took all the way down her throat. I couldn't believe this was the thing that pounds my mom like a jackhammer. I didn't appreciate him turning what was supposed to be a quick cum-lapping into a full-on blowjob, but I wasn't about to argue with him. He was blackmailing me, and honestly, I did still want to watch more of him and my mom fucking. If this was what I'm supposed to do, then so be it. It wasn't so bad, after all. I've tasted worse things. J.R. took his hands off my head and let me do the work. He knew that I got the message, and that I wasn't going to wriggle out of this at the first chance. I was more or less under his control. I had never given a blowjob before and I wasn't sure what I was doing. All I knew was that I could try to keep teeth out of it and, I don't know, use my tongue or something. I wasn't hearing any complaints on my first though. His groans started to get louder. I assumed he was getting to ready to blow his load. I took my mouth off of his cock to ask him a quick question. "Are you going to, um, do it in my mouth? Should I swallow it or something?" J.R. was not happy. He pushed me back onto his cock again, this time really trying to jam it in my throat. "What did I tell you, bitch? On MY terms! If I want to bust in your throat, then I'm going to fucking do it and I don't have to give you a goddamn heads up. You just do as you're fucking told and don't stop until I say!" He continued to push his cock into my mouth. He was very persistent in trying to get it down my throat, but my gag reflex wasn't letting it happen. Finally he reached the edge. He pulled his cock out and commanded my to open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue, and I complied. He spurted cum so thick and voluminous it was coming out in ropes. It felt very warm as it squirted onto my face, hitting my chin, nose, cheeks, upper lip, and forehead. I guess it would easier to tell you the parts of my face that weren't covered in old man seed: none of it got in my mouth. "Huh. Looks like I didn't have very good aim today," said J.R. "well, swallow it." "How am I supposed to swallow it? There isn't any in my mouth." I questioned. "You're right. Well, I'm sure you'll figure something out. I can wait." He said, giving me a long stare and a wink. It clicked in my head what he wanted. This man is really into humiliation. I took my finger and started wiping the cum off parts of my face, then licking it off my fingers and swallowing. "Verrry gooood," He said, condescendingly. "Your mom thinks it's finger-licking good too." I thought I was done when I got the last glob of semen off my face, but he pointed back to his cock, which still had some hanging off the end of it. He made me lick the last drop slowly and dramatically, starting my tongue from the bottom of his balls and licking straight upwards, catching that last drop and then finishing off my giving the head of his cock a little kiss. "So when do I get to, you know, watch?" I asked. "I'll let you know, creep, just be patient." J.R. exited my room to get dressed and leave for work, leaving me on my knees in a daze, with my face still covered in film of cum residue. My jaw was sore and my tongue was numb from exhaustion. Watching Mom Ch. 04 Chapter 4 Monster under the bed A handful of typical days went by with nothing particularly interesting happening. J.R. was becoming more and more a part of the household, just short of selling his own house and moving in. One morning, though, Mom was taking her morning shower and I was sleeping in my room. I was rudely awakened by J.R. pounding on my door. He didn't come in, he just slipped another note under my door. "You did well last week, so tonight you're going to watch. Well, I can't say you're going to have the best seats in the house, but it's a start. I know for a fact your mom will be working late tonight. Call her at 6 PM and tell her your friend is throwing a small party and that you're going to spend the night. Drive your car a few blocks away like last time and come back to the house. No need to sneak in, the front door will be unlocked. We'll go from there." I'm not going to bore you again going through the steps of making up a story for mom, moving my car, etc. Suffice to say, six o'clock rolled around and I started following J.R.'s instructions. I walked back to the house and nobody was home, until J.R.'s car pulled into the driveway, coming back from work. He walked into the house as I was sitting patiently at the kitchen table, twiddling my thumbs. He loosened his tie and hung his expensive jacket up in a closet. He reached into refrigerator and pulled out a turkey sandwich covered in plastic wrap, and set it front of me with a cup of coffee. "Eat this, drink that, then take a piss if you need to," he said. "where you're going, the last thing we need is a noisy stomach, snoring, or you fidgeting around." I ate, drank, and emptied my bladder. He then led me to Mom's bedroom. I was starting to assume he was going to hide me somewhere in there so I could watch, but where? The closet? The bathroom? As I was standing next to the bed, he left the room for a minute and came back with a roll of duct tape. "I'm not taking any chances of you making noises, kid." he said as he tore off a piece and stuck it over my mouth. By now I was wondering if he had tricked me and was just getting me alone so he could use me again. "Lay on the floor and scoot yourself under the bed." He ordered. I felt more at ease as I realized what the plan was. My mom's bed frame is quite the piece of fine woodworking. Four wooden legs raise it off the ground, providing enough clearance underneath for a person to lay flat underneath it. I shuffled my way to just below the center of the bed. It looked like J.R. had the courtesy to get all the dust out from underneath. What troubled me, however, was that the bed didn't have a skirt to hide the underside. I could tell that with my position, a standing observer anywhere in the room wouldn't be able to see me, but who knows what would happen if my mom were to bend down to pick something up off the floor. An outside chance, sure, but the extra concealment couldn't have hurt. J.R. left the room briefly again and returned. He told me to stick my arms out to the side. When I did, I saw that he was holding rope. He went to both sides of the bed, tying my hands to the wooden slats above me. I looked at him with a pouty face. I at least wanted my hands free to touch myself. He looked back at me at said "My terms. No fidgeting. When it's time, I'll let you out." With me stuck under the bed and out of sight, J.R. started cooking dinner to surprise my mom when she got home from work. Time really slows to a crawl when you're under a bed. It didn't take that long for my mom to come home, but hours passed (which felt like months) while they took their sweetass time having a couple's dinner, drinking wine, and even watching an entire chick flick. Finally they stumbled into the bedroom, giggling and groping each other. I could only see their feet, which were kicking off their shoes. I watched the slats of the bed bow in just a little as they hopped onto the bed. I heard J.R.'s fly unzip followed by Mom's suckling sounds. The blowjob lasted a few minutes, punctuated by Mom's gurgling and gagging noises. I never knew my mom to be this much of a slut for cock that she would go through this much trouble to please a man. The blowjob was over presumably when J.R. felt his cock was thoroughly lubricated by Mom's spit. The bed shifted as they hopped off. I saw both pairs of feet as they were now standing next to the bed. Mom's feet were standing closest to the bed, facing me. J.R. was standing behind her. I saw Mom's blouse and bra fall to the floor off to the side. I heard her belt unbuckling and watched as my Mom's pants dropped to the floor, followed by a flimsy pair of black panties. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. The whole time J.R. hadn't yet taken anything off besides his shoes. It was like Mom was undressing for J.R., putting on a little show as he watched. Mom turned to face J.R. Mom: "Please fuck me, sir." J.R.: "I don't think you really want it." Mom: "I do, I really want you to fuck me, sir." J.R.: "Ehh, I'm just not feeling it." Mom dropped to her knees on the hard floor and began saying things that I previously couldn't imagine being said by the woman who raised me and pampered me. Mom: "Please sir, I'm begging you. I need you to fuck me. I'm crazy for your cock. I am your slave. I am your bitch. I am your warm wet cock sleeve. I am yours to use any time and any place. Every hole of mine is yours and yours only to do with what you please. I will do anything for your cock. I will suck your cock to the base, I will lick your feet clean, I will tongue your ass deep, and I will humiliate myself for you if it means this slut's pussy will be fucked deep with her king's massive cock!" J.R. didn't speak, he just started to calmly undress himself. Mom turned towards the bed and bent over it, feet on the floor and torso resting on the bed. I saw her feet part by more than a yard as he spread her legs wide for J.R. Mom gasped as J.R. buried his dick into her from behind. "Ohhhh god, FFFUCK it's been too long!" she moaned as he started pumping in and out of her, causing her legs to shake with the thrusting. This was driving me crazy. I thought my mom was a kinky whore after seeing her in the living room but not like this. Not with this much intensity. My craze was getting the best of me. Tom apparently didn't know much about tying knots, because I wriggled my hands free from the ropes. I had to get a peek, and with Mom's upper half on top of the bed and her lower half hanging off of it, this was the perfect opportunity to do so unnoticed. Using my hands and feet, I quietly rotated myself 90 degrees and pushed myself head first towards the two pairs of feet. My head emerged from under the bed, facing upwards to see the glorious sight. I was looking directly up at my mom's pussy being split wide by J.R.'s beast of a cock! His low-hanging balls were swinging wildly and occasionally slapping against Mom's thighs. J.R. was furiously but skillfully ravaging Mom, as with each thrust, his cock pulled almost all the way out, just exposing part of the head, then swiftly diving back in until his cock completely disappeared into my mother's hole, giving her the entire length every time without fail. Mom's thighs, her pussy, J.R.'s cock and balls were all damp and glistening with sweat and sex juice, the smell of which filled the room. Breathing it in almost gave me a high. J.R. soon spotted me stealing a peek and we made eye contact. He quietly lifted one foot up and rested it on my face while drilling Mom. Message received. I slid myself back underneath. J.R. put my mom all the way on top of the bed and climbed back into it, so I no longer saw any feet. I wasn't sure what position they took, but whatever it was, I could tell my mom was getting fucked no less rough than before, just by staring at the slats underneath the mattress. Over and over, they bowed downwards under the raw force of their love-making, almost touching my nose before springing back up again. I could even hear the crackling sound that wood makes as it starts to crack and split. I knew they could both hear it too but I had learned by now that when they get going, nothing can stop them. Assuming nobody else was in the house, Mom was yelping and shouting all kinds of filth while J.R. nailed her. "Ahhh yyyes! Fuck me daddy! Treat me like the cockslut that I am! Use my pussy!" she was screaming, as well as other things along similar lines. J.R. huffed and puffed, and with a labored groan, it was obvious that he was blowing a load in my mom. The movement of the bed stopped and I heard J.R. slump onto one side of the bed. J.R. let out a sigh of satisfaction and said "Ahhh, that was fuckin' great." "Awww but Jay... I haven't cum yet!" Mom said in a playful tone. He yawned and said "Mmhmm, that's nice, honey." Mom went "Hmmph!" like a pouting little girl, and I watched her feet hit the floor as the hopped out of bed. "You're mean!" she huffed. "Ah-ah-ah, watch your tone, young lady." He teased. "Yessir... I'll make sure to please my king more adequately next time." Hearing the things that come out of your mother's mouth when you're not around is something I kind of wish all sons and daughters should experience. It could shatter everything you thought you knew about your mom's modesty. Hearing it in this setting – in the same room with her as she surrenders her body to another man – is certainly an added bonus. I don't even need to remind you how arousing the taboo was. A fair amount of cum had now dribbled down Mom's leg like candle wax, right down to her ankle where I could see. She turned and walked to the bathroom and closed the door. Soon I heard the shower turn on. J.R. got out of bed and poked his head under the bed. "Okay, now get the fuck out of here." he whispered. "It's only 11 o'clock and I'm not supposed to 'come home' until tomorrow! Where am I supposed to go?" I asked, keeping my voice down. "I don't fucking care, figure it out. Time's up." He hissed. I scooted out and took the ropes with me. I snuck back out of the house and took my car to a mostly empty parking lot to sleep the rest of the night.