Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 28444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“Mom, what are you doing Saturday night?” I put on a forlorn act as if I was about to do something I didn’t want to. I know very well that Saturday night is the only night she allows herself to visit the old man she’s been fucking for the past three years. Well, except for the two days during the week when she’s cleaning his house.
She doesn’t know that I know. But once I needed her signature on something and the agency she works for had given me the address, as that’s where she was at that time of that particular day, which happened to be a Tuesday.
I’d rushed over there on lunch break and was relieved to see her old beat up car parked outside the nice little ranch-style house in the suburban neighborhood. I’d walked around the back, not wanting to be too forward. Mom had always griped about having to enter these people’s homes through the backdoor instead of the front like a servant, which technically is what she was.
So I made my way there past the garbage pails that were neatly stacked in a little alcove that kept them hidden from the street. The door was open, but the glass screen door was locked. I was about to ring the doorbell when I heard strange noises coming from inside like someone was hurt.
I peered around the screen with my heart in my lungs, thinking my mother was hurt inside and what a miracle it was that I’d come here at this particular time when I saw the two people on the couch. There was a burly man with greying hair standing behind my mother who was kneeling on the couch with her face turned, hands folded beneath her cheek.
It took me only a second to realize what I was looking at as the man pounded away at mom while they both grunted and cried out to each other. My loins throbbed, and my panties got wet right away. I remember standing there transfixed even though I couldn’t see anything but his upper body and her head and shoulders.
The noises she made told me she was enjoying herself, though, and I couldn’t believe that my prim and proper straitlaced mother was begging this stranger to fuck her harder along with some other colorful things. It was the first time I’d seen two people having sex, and I must say it had a profound effect on me.
Instead of filling me with disgust, it had filled me with a warm fuzzy feeling and a constant burn between my thighs. I’d eased away from the screen door, forgetting all about the papers I needed her to sign, there was no rush.
I must’ve been in a daze the rest of that day and night once mom got home. I remember staring at her as I saw her now in a different light. Of course, I never mentioned it to her, but that image was burnt into my brain for life. In fact, I’ve fucked myself to many an orgasm over that very image over the years and always cum hardest when I imagine the big burly man doing the same to me.
Chapter 4
Now, as I asked her that question, she looked at me a bit warily. “Why are you asking me that question?”
“Oh no reason, it’s just that they’re asking us, seniors, in the honors class to come into school that night for some kind of prep class before graduation.”
There’s no such thing, but since mom never graduated, I was banking on her just taking my word for it. Add the fact that I’ve never deceived her in such a way before, and I was hoping it would be an easy task.
“Oh, what time will you have to be there, and what time will you be finished?”
“I had to think fast. I didn’t foresee dinner going beyond a couple hours at least, and I don’t think Penny and her husband would want to take me home that very night and fuck me, though I wish.
“Well, we have to be there by seven, and I think it might run to nine, nine-thirty the latest.” She nodded her head, absently probably glad that I had something to do except sitting around here to wait for her to come back from her rendezvous.
I could see the wheels turning in her head. It would mean she could stay an extra hour or two with her lover instead of pretending that she’d gone off to clean a house like she always does. Seven is the time she’s usually coming home from his house, and I’m guessing he’s been begging her to stay longer maybe even overnight.
I know it’s because of me that she never has, another sacrifice she’s made, which made me feel awful for misleading her, but it was for her as well, wasn’t it? If I could make money doing this, wouldn’t it benefit her as well?