Mom Makes a New Acquaintance in Part 4
My mother's bedroom surveillance system was captivating me on this particular day. DeAndre, a well-built African American man who was nearly two decades younger than my mom, pulled up to her house around morning time. The two of them had sex the entire day, only momentarily interrupting the action for a bite to eat, a cigarette or a trip to the restroom.
The next day, my mother planned to visit my father - her past spouse - after a long time. This didn't, however, stop her from indulging in the sexual pleasures DeAndre could offer her.
Their sexual escapades varied between intense and frantic positions and gentler, more loving ones. During their intimate moments, they sometimes whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears as they locked lips and quietly inserted his massive penis into her.
With an ongoing plan to create porn and share it online, they had cameras in the room. These plans eventually fizzled out, which led to my decision to focus on each second they had together.
With his back straight, he grabbed her ankles, forcing her thighs further apart. Their rough lovemaking became louder as he pushed deeper into her.
"Sweetheart, I'm going to miss your pussy," he murmured.
"I do too, baby. Makes me want to enjoy you as much as possible tonight," she replied.
"Heh, it'll be a nightmare for you to walk to my dad after I'm done with you," he teased.
"DeAndre! You're bad."
"Yeah? You're enjoying it, right?"
"I am. Keep going, fuck me," she responded fervently.
The couple had already had quite a few grueling sessions of sex. Her third intense orgasm rang out loudly throughout the room. Still, there was one more round left in them before they had to leave for the club.
As she got back on her feet and smoked another cigarette, DeAndre lay down, allowing Linda to straddle him. She wore the Monroe Belly ring I'd gifted her the day before. It was a sultry accessory that emphasized her age, but there was something sensual about her appearing like a coquette from her 20s.
Maintaining healthy practices and have been exercising with DeAndre, my mom's fitness level was astonishing for a woman in her 60s. Her toned body and devouring libido made her look like an adult film star ready to perform. Despite the high levels of arousal that came from observing my parents' final intimate moments, my heart ached for the time to pass.
"Boo, I can feel you getting close," she said with a flirtatious accent.
"Just hang on there," he told her. "Keep riding."
She bounced her ass up and down vigorously on his groin.
"C'mon, baby, I need your cum!" she urged.
"You're a big porn star," DeAndre laughed breathlessly.
"Yes! YES! YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" she wailed, reaching her orgasm.
He held her hips and thrust his dick inside her - rhythmically pumping spurts of semen inside her. The sight sent me over the edge, with my body trembling and itching for relief.
She hopped off him and leaned down to clean up his penis with her mouth.
"Beautiful, you are." DeAndre leaned in for one last kiss.
"Thank you," she said blushing. "My son picked it out for me."
"He definitely has great taste," he added.
I nodded, still feeling an overwhelming sense of pride. A day prior, I took my mom on a shopping spree to refresh her look. We bought stylish clothes and accessories and later went to her salon, where I paid for a new hairdo, longer nails, longer eyelashes, and more fullness in her cheeks. I even got to be the first one to kiss her new lips after dropping her off.
"We should head out, honey."
I hated when they left the room, distancing themselves from their cameras. That was my window into their world. I'd secretly invaded their home twice while they were having sex, but it was safer to observe them from a distance, and I'd gotten used to it. Was this the impact of porn on my mind? I was just another man who skipped risks in life, choosing instead to masturbate in front of a screen. No. There had to be another way. I'd taken my mom on a date the day before. No phones, no screens. She kissed me when she dropped me off, and teased me throughout the day. She even asked me to adjust the straps of her thong bikini at the tanning salon to help her with her tan lines. Spying on her seemed senseless. I could have her... but she still belonged to my dad. Crap. Spying on her this one last time in her bedroom was all I had. Watching her with my father made me want to throw up. I was unsure if she would tape their sex, but even if she did, I had no desire to view it. DeAndre was an ideal substitute for me to observe her having sex, wishing it were my own cock pleasing her.
Following their showering together, DeAndre was the first to return to the bedroom and dress. It was unsurprising that he had easily seduced my mom. He possessed everything: big muscles, well-defined abs, a nice smile, confidence, charm, and, of course, a large penis. It astounded me that she planned to break up with him, at least following their last night of passionate sex. He put on a dark, button-down shirt and a pair of tight white pants and fresh sneakers before spraying on cologne.
The moment I'd been waiting for was right about 45 minutes later. I started to breathe heavily as I heard my mom's high heels approaching the bedroom. I almost climaxed when I saw her. There was no delicate way to describe it: she resembled a prostitute. She was wearing the leopard print onesie I'd purchased for her, which hugged her buttocks snuggly, making them seem even larger and plumper than usual. It wiggled freely in the thin, elastic material as she walked, indicating she wore a thong. There was a cutout around her navel, showcasing her toned stomach and navel ring. Skinny straps held the top of it up, which created a deep V, exposing an enticing amount of cleavage. The outline of her nipples poking through the top confirmed she was bra-less. The outfit was excellently paired with a pair of open toe, slingback platform heels with a matching leopard skin pattern. Her feet were embellished with anklets and toe rings.
Her face was a masterpiece. Heavy eye shadow, eyeliner, and thickly penciled eyebrows surpassed her fake lashes at the salon. Her improved lips, now deserving of the "cock-sucking lips" descriptor, were popping out from the dark lip liner and ruddy red lipstick she wore, as well as her new Monroe piercing. The large hoop earrings I'd bought for her dangled from her ears, each measuring 4 inches in diameter, with additional pairs of 3-inch hoops.
DeAndre kept silent as he approached her. He simply ran his hands over her ass, then her breasts. He kissed her neck, avoiding ruining her makeup.
Her hands played teasingly with his erect penis, which bulged through his pants.
"Ready to go, sweetheart?" she asked.
"Hell yeah, let's go."
She gathered her cigarettes into her glittery handbag and they left.
I'd intended to watch the sex scenes they'd recorded throughout the past weeks to pass the time until they came home to have sex, but my curiosity and lust overpowered me. I needed to see them in public together. I needed to know where they were headed.
"Hey Mom, what's your day like?" I texted her.
"Not too shabby. Me and DeAndre are on our way to a club."
"Which club?" I asked.
"It's called Deviance. I've never been there before."
"Cool! Well I hope you have a great time."
"Yes, I will. Thanks for asking about me, honey. Thanks for yesterday too. I had a fantastic time!"
"I did as well! Are you wearing any of the outfits I bought you?"
"You bet! The leopard print onesie and heels."
"DeAndre must like those."
"He does lol"
I exited the spot of deviant behavior quickly. My mobile device relayed to me that this new establishment was housed downtown, a place I hadn't experienced since I abandoned the club scene nearly a decade ago. I went to the closest parking garage. As anticipated, it was quite full for a Saturday night. I proceeded to the third floors where I froze, on the verge of a panic attack. There stood DeAndre's green SUV, with its lights still on. It was bad enough that I took such a dramatically risky move coming here, but I hadn't even thought through the potential consequences. Taking into account this new realization, I slowly made my way to the fourth floor before stepping out of my vehicle. Cautiously, I donned a cap, a Covid mask, and sunglasses for anonymity. Feeling a bit more secure, I chose to use the stairs, conscious that my mother would always have persevered back in those high heels.
Reaching the ground level, a relieving sight emerged. A considerable queue congregated at the entrance. I haltered my steps before alighting across the road at a pavement cafe. Upon ordering a beer, I observed my mother out at the bar queue, hand in hand with DeAndre. A sparkling contrast in the ocean of interracial couples, she rested effortlessly atop her title as a beautiful prize. In my eyes, she dwarfed the rest of the younger women there. Her exquisiteness was captivating, and the thrilled stares from nearby onlookers confirmed the sentiment. They frequently indulged in shared laughs, locked in intimate kisses, and playful flirtation which enticed some resentment from the homely women.
The turn came, and the bouncer ushered my mother and DeAndre inside without requesting payment. My sense of relief heightened at witnessing adequate monitoring on his part. The club bore a comparatively normal ambiance for a club.
I grappled with the decision to join the pair, yet my fear of being identified halted my progress. The wistful fantasy of observing my liberated mother express her renewed sexuality through her corporeal dance inside lingered, but the dangers seemed too risky. Instead, I sat back at the cafe and ordered another drink, awaiting what potential erotic showcases my mother had in store for me from the corner of my eye.
I ventured on my path back home, imagining the wicked scenes playing out before me - my mother, once a reserved woman, yet now an embodiment of a liberated MILF, rightly commanding her man's attention.
Once home, I proceeded to my computer, mesmerized by footage of her sashaying towards the bedroom adorned in her seductive tease of a costume. This beautifully confident, liberated woman, I believed, had been reformed through our experiences. Despite my copious longing for her, the pride I felt for knowing that I had aided her journey was priceless. That suçess gave birth to the realization that my mother now rivaled porn stars, her newfound freedom bringing not just sheer exhibitionism but relentless bravery. The wife and mother I had grown up with had transformed into a sexual diva, in control of her gorgeous body.
Suddenly, a phone notification chimed. The club's cameras had linked to my mother's mobile device at the odd hour of 11 p.m. I thought that couple would've stayed until the early hours. Instead, I was happily rewarded with my late-night show.
They darted into the bedroom, locked in an intense kiss, leaving no room for doubt that they now intended a sexual affair. My mother moved to the side, stepping into view for a cigarette, giving DeAndre the opportunity to pinch her behind. Her arousal motivated by drink, she struck a posture that unquestionably encouraged him.
The bar staff escorted them home, and they quickly progressed to their bedroom. Her upper body stripped, revealing a meter-long panty underneath, she guided him towards the bed, undid his belt, and swiftly removed his pants for his cock. She wickedly devoured his penis, making an expression that beamed with hunger.
"You've got quite the frenzied enthusiasm tonight, babe," her lover commented.
"Corner me, I'll maximize it, too. All of it, Dee," she responded.
He held her frame to support her as he stood up, and she threw her legs wide, allowing him generous access within. As my mother swung her hips in unison with him, guided by a primal thirst, I couldn't help but notice how desirable and aggressive her lesbian-esque performance had become. They maintained a fiery passion, animalistic from the start.
He gripped her buttocks tightly and thrust roughly into her. This went on for what felt like an eternity before she displayed a shocked expression, jerked her head back, uttered a screech, and released a stream of liquid on his stomach. Carrying her over to the bed, he placed her gently onto it while still inside, then initiated slow, methodical thrusts while in missionary position.
"Oh, I so needed that," she slurred.
"You think you can go back to living without this, babe?"
"It's going to be tough... I've been married for 40 years, though. I suppose I need to get back to reality," she sighed.
"Not before I unload in this pussy one final time," he remarked.
"Mmm hmm, yes please!"
They kissed and embraced for several minutes, before he moved her to the spooning position. I had a full view of the front of her body.
"So, Linda, what if you need some dick when you're back with your man? You know I keep it discreet," he suggested.
She just chuckled and shook her head.
He picked up the pace for a while, then retrieved her bullet vibrator from her nightstand and used it to stimulate her clitoris while intercourse. Eventually, he coaxed a lengthy, vocal orgasm out of her.
After she got her bearings, she shifted into the doggy style position.
"You're so good to me, DeAndre. I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me. You've changed my life," she remarked.
"We make a great couple. I'm really going to miss you, honey. I'll also miss this ass of yours," he added.
He thrust into her from behind, his hands squeezing her rear. She reached back and played with his scrotum with her fingernails.
"Are you about to fill your little whore's pussy with your semen tonight?"
"Yeah, baby. You'll never forget this big cock," he replied.
"Of course not, honey. I've had the best sex of my life with you," she stated.
He started grunting as he picked up the pace, and quickly reached climax inside her. He then pushed her into the prone position, kissing her deeply from the side, and erupted into her cervix with several spurts of semen. She wept as she moaned. When he was done and extracted, she flopped back onto her back.
"Kiss me..." she pleaded.
Their tongues swirled together in a final embrace. Just a minute or two later, he got up, dressed, and departed.
"See you at work," he commented.
"See you around, honey. Thank you..." she responded.
"Any time, baby," he winked. "Don't forget my offer."
She eyed him menacingly, "Buh-bye."
Just like that, he was gone. She removed her heels, lit a cigarette, and relaxed for a few moments, the "good dick glow" clearly visible on her face. When her cigarette was done, she put it out, took off her engagement ring (or wedding band), and stowed the cameras away, leaving just one visible, then the screen went dark. I knew she would do this to keep my dad in the dark about her fling with DeAndre. The blank screen represented the finality I'd been anticipating.
I felt somewhat melancholic, but also a feeling of clarity. She'd said it herself: It was time to return to reality. Was I truly more interested in her continuing her unfaithful ways for my own entertainment than in her uniting with my dad, a constant family structure I'd known my whole life? Of course not. Perhaps she needed her fling with DeAndre. Perhaps it was good for her to let loose and indulge herself, but she and my dad belonged together. I needed to focus on my own life and let her live hers. We'd soon all be part of a happy, loving family once more.
Two weeks had passed. I had no reason to believe that my mother would inform me of her resuming her relationship with my father, lest she shatter my optimism, so I had not questioned her about any romantic activities. I was satisfied to wait and let them determine their timing. Texting her from time to time, we'd chatted about innocuous topics. My imagination had been successfully discouraged from fantasizing about her lately, and I had stayed away from adult content as well. Would it be prudent for me to pursue a romantic relationship of my own? A farmer's market seemed like a better option than a place like Deviance.
Suddenly, there was a buzz from my phone. Thinking it was a message, I took it in hand. But instead, it was the spyware app reminding me of its existence. It seemed my mom had just sent a text: "Hi honey," addressed to DeAndre.
Read also:
- "Thirty Days of Incest: Day 4"
- Day 2: 30 Days of Incest
- Father, Child, and Aunt
- Surprise for Father's Birthday
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