An unwitting audience

Jared Thompson is not happy. His weekend had begun like any other; partying with his friends and a bunch of girls on Friday and Saturday. He’d finally fucked Ashley Tucci, one of the cheerleaders who’d been ducking his advances all year. The bitch had been amazingly pliable once she’d gotten **** in her system, and he’d taken full advantage of that.

She even let me fuck her up the ass. What kind of chick is nasty enough to let a guy do that right off the bat? But God man, her ass was so damn tight.

As he approaches the front door of his childhood home, the memory of what he’d done tastes like ash in his mouth. And he remembers why he drove all the way home from school even though he’d drunkenly told his mother that he might not be coming home for Christmas break. She’d been surprisingly cool about it. He’d thought for sure she’d argue with him. After all, Mom always seemed like she was lonely ever since the divorce, maybe even before when his parents’ marriage looked beyond saving even to him.

She’s probably just pretending not to care. One of the little mind games she learned as a therapist. Nah, as soon as I walk through the door Mom’ll have her arms around me in no time.

He smiles, his hand turning into a fist around his keys as he inserts them into the front door lock and twists. The front door opens with barely a sound, revealing the interior of the home he’d grown up in. Warm light spills from the kitchen and the hallway. He dimly notices that the upstairs lights are illuminated as well, but he decides to check the kitchen first to see if she’s downstairs.

Entering the kitchen, he stops when he notices the dress on the floor. And the bra and panties, left carelessly on the kitchen floor which his mother usually left spotless. His eyes widen.

Why would she take her clothes off downstairs?

He licks his lips as he stares at the garments on the floor. Unbidden, disgusting thoughts whisper through his mind, and he only barely resists grabbing his mother’s panties and giving them a quick whiff.

His mother had always been incredibly hot. Ever since he was young, his friends had always made excuses to go to his house just so they could see the voluptuous, alluring Sharon Thompson.

John was the worst of them, that perverted little nerd. He just couldn’t keep his eyes off her, even back then. Always staring at her when she'd bend over or adjust her shirt. It was so fucking annoying!

He shook his mind clear of his childhood friend. It wouldn’t do to dwell on someone he had no intention of ever meeting again.

Though...

He smiles lecherously.

I wouldn’t say no to meeting Mrs. Doe again. Or Tiffany.

He’d often thought about John’s mother and sister when he’d visited their house, and they had frequently starred in whatever scenarios his mind conjured up while he was masturbating.

I’m getting distracted.

He clenches his fists and takes a deep breath. His mind back in the present, he surveys his mother’s discarded clothes.

A lacy bra and a thong? Why’s Mom wearing stuff like that? It’s not like she’s dating anyone. She’d have told me.

There’d been a man or two his mother had tried to date after she and his father had divorced, but the relationships, if they could be called that, were so short.

For a brief moment, he pictures his mother wearing the sexy set of lingerie for him, an impish grin twisting at her plush lips as she wordlessly invites him into her room.

Stop it, fuck.

He squints his eyes shut. Still, he can’t help but think about her.

Mom must be so lonely cooped up here all the fucking time. It sucks that she would never even think about-

He bites his lip, silencing the thought.

Still, his limbs move without his input and within moments he is crouched in front of his mother’s discarded underwear. He looks around cautiously and listens. The floor above creaks slightly, and he smiles.

Good, she’s upstairs.

Slowly, he lifts his mother’s panties from the floor. The fabric is cold from being left out, but he quickly notices a dampness around the area that would have been covering her pussy.

Jesus, Mom. What have you been getting up to tonight?

His cock stirs even as his worried thoughts conjure up the image of his mother taking home a man tonight.

Reflexively, he glances upward, his eyes boring into the featureless white ceiling.

“Ah!” feminine voice cries out, so muffled he wonders if it’s just his imagination.

An impact soon follows. Then another.

He drops his mother’s panties and stands ramrod straight, disgust, jealousy, and irritation warring for dominance in his mind. In the end, he can’t help the flash of his mother on all fours on her bed as a man, probably bulky and in his forties, fucks her hard, sending her huge breasts quaking.

With an effort, he banishes the image, and is left wondering what it is he is going to do.

Well, this is awkward. Do I just… go upstairs and go to bed? What if she hears me? What if I hear her, and whoever she’s brought home with her, all night? I don’t want to deal with that shit.

He lets out a grumble. “Fuck. This was supposed to be an easy night. I was just gonna come home and go to sleep. Maybe I should just drive back and pretend I was never here.”

Yeah, and deal with another five-hour drive? No fucking thank you.

An idea comes to him then. He whips out his phone and tabs down his list of contacts until he finds the one he wants.

It picks up on the second ring.

“Jared? What’s up?” replies his friend Tyler Fernandez. Tyler and he were on the high school football team together. Both had gotten athletics scholarships, but had ended up going to different universities.

“Hey man. You going home for winter break?” he tries to keep his voice level to hide his hope.

“I’m in town right now,” is the immediate reply. “Why, you thinking about stopping by? My parents are in Florida until Tuesday so I’ve got the whole house to myself. My fridge is stocked and I even got some weed if you want some.”

He paces back and forth through the kitchen, his eyes flicking to his mother’s panties and bra. “Nah, my dumbass school **** tests us. Not gonna risk it. But I’ll definitely take some ****.”

His friend laughs.

“Fucking pussy. So, when you gonna drop by?” he says.

“How’s ten minutes from now sound, dickhead?” Jared grins. Another loud moan from upstairs wipes it off his face.

“Huh. I didn’t know you were back home already. But sure, man. That works,” Tyler says.

Thank god.

“Alright dude. I’ll be right there.”

“See ya.”

He hangs up with a click, letting out a sigh. Despite his situation, it feels good to have a plan. To know that he won’t have to try to sleep in the same house as his mother while she was getting dicked by some stranger.

“Oh, fuck yes! Deeper, John! Please!”

Enough already! Jesus! He snarls in disgust as he leaves, shutting the front door behind him, his mother’s voice echoing in his head tormentingly.

“Deeper, John!”

He thinks again about his childhood friend, but this time he pictures him as the one pounding in and out of his mother, and for the briefest moment he feels as if all the air has been sucked out of his lungs. Then he blinks and chuckles derisively, relief filling him.

Heh. Like that nerd could ever get a girl to even touch him. He never even had a girlfriend in high school. I bet he’s still a virgin.

Smiling cockily, he unlocks his car, starts it, and begins to pull away from the house. He casts one last look at the place he’d grown up in.

Weird that there’s not another car in the driveway or on the street. Maybe she picked the guy up? She must really like him then. Fuck. I gotta get out of here. I’ll come back in the morning and hopefully get some answers.

He pulls onto the street and presses on the gas pedal, speeding away from his house so fast the engine roars and his tires squeak on the asphalt.

“What the hell was that?” you say, your cock half-buried in Sharon’s impossibly tight ass. She’s braced with her hands against the wall, her juicy bubble butt jutting out towards you.

She looks back at you, an intensely aroused expression dominating her features. You’d never imagined when you went home with her tonight that she’d offer her ass to you, but you’d taken it with gusto. It’d been slow going at first, despite Sharon’s urging that you be rougher with her. You didn’t want to hurt her, and while she said she understood, there had been an undercurrent of frustration in her voice.

Soon, though, you’d worked half your cock into her ass and then two thirds and then, finally, you’d hilted yourself inside her, your abdomen pressing against her fat pale rear, squishing it outwards.

“Ungh, probably just some insecure loser who thinks the whole neighborhood needs to hear his ride. Don’t worry about it,” she says, her eyes gazing lovingly into yours. You love that look and have learned to revel in her affection for you, which seems to be growing by the minute. You can’t wait until she loves you to the exclusion of all else, even her own son Jared. Your old childhood friend. You wonder what he’d think if he could see you now, your cock now half-wedged inside his mother’s butt. A triumphant grin spreads across your face as you imagine his defeated, crestfallen expression quickly giving way to impotent rage.

“W-what’s so funny?” Sharon asks.

You shake your head.

“Nothing. I’m… oh god… just happy. That’s all. This feels fucking amazing.”

You press forward, squeezing your thick hard cock further into Sharon’s bowels, enjoying her little hisses and grunts and whimpers now that you know she’s not in any serious pain.

You grip her with one hand on her left hip. “How does it feel to be completely filled up?”

Her ass muscles clench around your cock as if begging you to paint her insides white.

“Oh… so good. Even better than I imagined!” her body shudders again and she screams. “Oh fuck!”

She bucks her hips against you, even though your length is completely buried with her. You oblige by pulling back and ramming into her again, beginning fuck her in earnest.

“Oh god! Oh shit! Fuck!” Varying vulgarities spill past her lips as you fuck her up the ass, and you let a wide grin dominate your face as you dominate her; this intelligent, reserved, articulate woman. The people she knows would probably never imagine she’d do something like this willingly, yet she has. You feel like beneath her exterior is a woman who imagined trying different things, but never had the opportunity or was afraid of rejection.

As you begin pounding into her, you swear to yourself that you’ll never make her feel like her husband did. You want her to feel comfortable with sharing everything with you, no matter how disturbing or taboo she feels her desires are.

She grunts gutturally and meets your thrusts enthusiastically. You see her tits jiggle and sway beneath her in time with your movements. You’ll never tire of that sight, nor of the achingly tight confines of her clenching asshole.

“I want to be on top now,” she says, looking back at you, her eyes glazed over with pure bliss.

You nod, and begin to pull out of her, but she mimics your movements, keeping you inside her until you’re up against the bed. Then she’s **** to let you pull out, and you do, your cockhead escaping her sphincter with an audible plorp. You sit down, and your eyes find her asshole, which is now stretched and gaping to the point that you can see inside her. She gives her anal ring a few experimental clenches, and you watch, amazed that she’s doing this in front of you.

“You like that?” she asks, and you say “yes.”

She turns to face you, and you marvel at nude body. Her large, perfect breasts. Her toned stomach. Her wide hips that seemed as if they’d been meant to help push more than one child out into the world. Her used pussy is still caked in your combined juices; she hasn’t bothered to wipe away any of your ejaculate that even now still dribbles down her inner thigh.

“Scooch back, will you?” She says with a smile, amusement and excitement and pure lust dancing in her eyes.

You do as she asks, laying your head against the pillow she’d used earlier. She crawls after you, her breasts swaying mesmerizingly as she approaches you slowly. She settles her thighs around your waist. As she looks down at you, her deft fingers find your cock and within moments she settles back, nudging your cockhead against the gaping ring of her asshole. She lets herself fall, and suddenly you’re inside her again surrounded by that impossible warmth, pleasure filling you. She screams as she hilts you. Her blue eyes swim with tears as her body shudders in orgasm, her ass muscles clenching your cock harder than ever before. You’ve lost count of how many she’s had tonight.

“Oh god!”

Then she rises. And then falls. Up and down. Up and down. Her breasts jiggle and quake as she begins fucking herself up and down your cock. Her hands press against your chest and yours rise to grope handfuls of her tits. She moans appreciatively as you squeeze and pinch her.

It’s then that you realize you’ve reached your breaking point.

“Sharon, I’m gonna cum!”

She nods rapidly, her eyes brimming with something akin to madness.

“Do it. Cum inside my asshole,” she whispers.

Your balls clench and moments later you’re emptying yourself inside her bowels.

The two of you moan as her clenches around you again, urging you deeper inside her as spurt after aching spurt of your hot cum is shot into her asshole.

She collapses against your sweaty chest, her hair clinging to you as you both pant with exhaustion. Fuck, what a workout. You don’t think you’ve ever exerted yourself like this before.

You kiss her on the top of her head.

“Mmm,” she moans, lifting her head to look at you. She holds your gaze for what seems like an eternity. “That was…”

“Incredible. The most amazing experience of my life,” you say.

She laughs.

“You’re sweet,” she coos, planting a short kiss on your lips. “I feel the same way. It’s like… a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders, you know?”

“Always happy to help,” you say, smirking, knowing she’s probably talking about her long-unfulfilled desires.

“Always?”

You nod. “Mhm. I’ll have you know I’m available to you at any time should you feel any sort of, um, what’s the word? Cravings? Yes, cravings.”

“I’ll hold you to that, John. God, what a night!” she shakes her head. She makes no move to get off your chest, but you don’t mind. You quite like the feeling of her huge soft breasts squashed against you. “Do you want anything? I can go down to the kitchen and whip something up if you’re hungry.”

Your mind conjures up an image of Sharon cooking for you in nothing but an apron. It occurs to you then that you can make that happen tonight if you want. But you’re tired and the thought of Sharon’s warm body not being pressed against yours makes you shiver.

You shake your head.

“Right now, all I want is you.” You poke her nose for emphasis, drawing a chuckle that makes her shake against you.

“Then I’ll stay,” she says, beaming at you. Then she settles down, resting her head against your chest. “Tomorrow morning I’ll make something for you.”

“I’d like that,” you say.

You’re silent for a few minutes.

“John?” she whispers.

“Mhm.”

“I lo-” she cuts herself off, and you hear her swallow. “You made me the happiest girl in the world tonight. I just wanted you to know that.”

You move your arm up to rub her back, pleased. This is your woman. Yours. And she knows it. You feel something, like some part of you you didn’t know existed has just molded itself into your psyche, strengthening you, making you more complete than you were before.

You’re not sure what to say, so you kiss her on the head again, and you feel her smile against you.

You reach over to the side and switch off the bedside lamps, plunging the room into darkness.

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