Cheating Mom 3

“Is next week really the last time you’ll have to screw him?” I asked my mom as she was giving me a hand job on her bed.

“That’s what we agreed, 20 times. And believe me, I’ve constantly reminded him about that and made sure he kept his word.”

My mom replied casually as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and we were just a normal mother and son having a friendly conversation; but of course that isn’t the case here. She was still in her professional attire from the waist up, but naked from the waist down as she continued pleasuring me with her hand. Her vagina was still soaking with my saliva from me having just performed oral sex on her.

This was our little ritual for the past three months after I had first discovered that my mother was having an affair with her boss in order to save her job. She never told me when she was going to see him next, but it was obvious whenever she did. She would come home from work early wearing one of her more expensive outfits, her hair and make up would be a mess, and she would always blush whenever I tried talking to her.

There was one area we never explored though- sex. Soon after we started this, she made it clear that sex between us was something that would never be considered. And by the look in her eyes, I knew how serious she was about that. She was already doing me a huge service by gratifying my sexual needs and letting me gratify hers. And I didn’t want to mess that up by trying to push things further than my mom was willing to go. So we stayed content with what we had with each other and made the best of a bad situation.

***HER LAST DAY***

Monday morning- it was the last day she would ever have to have sex with her boss again. It was a huge relief for both of us because we no longer had to worry about him putting our family in jeopardy. But at the same time, a part of me didn’t want it to be over. Because if it was over between them, it would mean it would be over with me and my mom as well.

***

The garage door opened at around 2 pm that afternoon. It was around an hour later than when she normally came home after seeing him, but I didn’t think much of it as it was their last time together.

“So how was it?” I said in a teasing manner as soon as she walked through the door. I expected her to be excited today, but the opposite was true. She looked like an emotional wreck and was in a horrible mood.

She tried brushing me off and said, “I’m sorry, I can’t right now. Not today.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked her, feeling confused over how she was acting.

“I know I owe you an explanation but I don’t want to talk about it right now…”

“Don’t want to talk about it? Out of everything that’s happened these past few months and all that we’ve done with each other?”

She had a look on her face as if she knew that arguing about this was pointless, and she replied, “Fine…he…he sodomized me. We were having sex, he turned me over and pressed himself against me there, I told him to stop and he didn’t listen. He pushed himself inside me and covered my mouth when I started to scream…I was so stupid to ever get started with him in the first place…”

She nearly burst into tears when she said that.

I was completely shocked by what she had just said. Sodomized her? I could only imagine how much pain she must have been in considering how big he is and how much she already has to deal with just having vaginal sex.

“Oh god…I don’t know what to say right now…” I told her. “What do you want to do? Do you want to report him to the police?”

“No. I’ll be fine. Really…I’ve gone through too much just to let everything get out in the open at the last moment.”

I placed my hand on my mother’s shoulder in a small attempt to comfort her. Then almost without thinking, I began undoing her pants.

“What are you doing?” she asked. “I told you I’m not in the mood for this right now.”

“I need to see it.”

She made no effort to resist as I pulled her pants down and turned her around. She bent over and held onto a nearby table and I was able to get a good look at her by spreading her cheeks.