Cheating Mom:2

I took my time heading home that afternoon as I was still trying to process everything; what I had just witnessed, what I had just taken part in, and the feeling of guilt. But no matter how guilty I felt for participating in the sexual blackmailing of my mother, I knew it wouldn’t be the end of it for me. The feeling was almost unbearable. Watching their affair up close and seeing them having sex together gave me a thrill the likes of which I had never experienced before. It was a feeling of sexual excitement which I never knew existed.

Mom was home when I arrived. I didn’t see her, but as I went upstairs, she yelled a quick hello from her bedroom as she was about to shower, just to let me know she was there.

I closed the door in my room and laid on my bed. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had just watched an hour ago. I thought of my sweet and caring mother being sexually ravaged by her black boss. I took her panties out of my pocket and started examining them for the first time. I smelled them, taking in its musty odor. It was obvious that she was sexually aroused while heading over to the hotel.

That’s when I felt my penis growing again, took it out, and starting masturbating for the second time that afternoon while holding her undergarment and thinking about her. For the next few minutes, I kept stroking myself remembering how she sucked that giant cock and got fucked by it. As I was still masturbating, I held her panties to my face where I continued smelling it and rubbing the insides against my face and lips. I then brought it down and began rubbing her soft panties against the head of my penis, imagining how her thick pubic hairs and labia were pressing against it for the entire morning. I finally came inside her panties thinking about my own mom, but for the first time, the guilt was no longer there.

***EVERYTHING IS REVEALED***

Suddenly, the door bell rang.

“Sweetie! Can you go get that for me! I’m expecting a package!” My mom yelled from her room, after having just gotten out of the shower.

I quickly shoved her now cum filled panties underneath my pillow before running to go get the door. Mom was right, it was her package.

“You’re right, it was the clothes you ordered!” I said loudly so she could hear me.

I then headed back up the stares towards her room. Only she wasn’t in her room, she was in my room, sitting on my bed. She was wearing nothing but a white bath robe and was holding the panties I had carelessly shoved under my pillow. She didn’t look at me as I stood in there in horror, instead, she kept her eyes down at the panties in her hands with her lips quivering as if she were about to cry. It felt like an eternity before one of us finally spoke.

“You never were very good at hiding your things,” she said with her voice trembling.

“Mom…I’m so sorry…”

“Where did you get this?…Where!?” she yelled after I didn’t immediately respond.

“Okay…I’ll start from the beginning,” I said in a disarming tone, walking slowly towards her and sitting next to her on my bed. “It was when I went to go bring you lunch the other day, I saw you leaving the office with him. It just didn’t feel right, so I followed both of you and saw that you went to a motel and saw what you did inside. Deep down, I couldn’t allow it to continue for the sake of our family, and I couldn’t speak to you about it either. So I went to go talk to him in his office when you stayed home the next day. He told me about your job, and what you did for him so he wouldn’t lay you off, and what you had to keep doing for him. We talked for a while and made an arrangement where I had to hide in the closet earlier today at the hotel and watch the whole thing so he would agree to see you fewer times. I’m sorry for doing this.”

“What…How?…You watched us!?!” she yelled, doing her best to fight back her tears. “Why the hell would watch us!?! I’m your mother! Oh god, I feel like I want to throw up right now. And this doesn’t explain why there’s sperm in my panties?”

She had me stumped, and she knew it looking right in my eyes.

All I could muster was a simple, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? That’s it?! I know you well enough to know when you aren’t giving me the whole story mister. So you’re telling me that he just invited you there, and now there’s cum on my panties laying underneath your pillow? There has to be more to this.”

“I…I was aroused by what I saw the first time. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. There, I said it.”

A sudden look of guilt came over her, and she no longer looked mad, “Aroused by what you saw? Now there’s a phrase I never thought I’d hear my own son say about me. How could this have happened?”

“I don’t know, it just did. I’ve always had a thing for older women…and, well…interracial sex has always made me curious. So…it just happened.”

“You really enjoyed watching this whole thing didn’t you? Much more than you’re willing to admit. That’s probably why he invited you in the first place.