My mother the famous author – part 4

The week after the weekend of my seventeenth birthday, when I had sex for the first time with my mother, with Anna the housekeeper and with Nancy my mother’s friend, my life slowly returned to something resembling normal. Well, normal . . . it was really more me gradually getting used to the new situation at home. The Monday after that fateful weekend I went to school again as if nothing had happened, but when I came home in the afternoon Anna didn’t give me a cup of tea, as I had been used to, but a really nice blow job. While I was shooting my sperm deep into her throat, I realized that I was one lucky bastard. Most kids in my class had to make do with porn mags and endless wanking, of maybe once in a while clumsily messing around with a girl their own age, while I had to adult women at my disposal at home to do the most horny things imaginable with.
The days went by and many things had also stayed the same in spite of everything. My mother, when she was home at night, would still often fuck her biker friends and I was still peeping at her when that happened. She told me that she got a big thrill from the fact that the men who were with her at such times, didn’t know that her son was secretly watching them.
Mother still had plenty attention for me though and I didn’t have much to complain about. I still did my mother regularly and Anna even more often and every now and then Nancy would drop by and then I did her. Nancy was really my favourite and I wished that she’d stop by more often.
On a Friday, when I came home from school, I found my mother at home. She’d just returned from a trip to Germany to promote her latest book and sat, wearing nothing but a red bikini top and an amazingly short denim skirt, in the kitchen sipping a glass of wine. “How was school?” she asked.
“You don’t want to know,” I grumbled, “I failed my Latin test.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” mother said, “there are worse things in the world than failing Latin.”
I sighed. “I know, but I studied really hard for it . . . so I’m pissed that I failed it.”
“I understand that,” my mother said in an understanding voice, “but I think that I can cheer you up. I invited some people over this weekend for an enormous orgy.”
I gave her a questioning look.
“Yes, the weather is nice, so it seemed like fun to organise an orgy in the garden.”
“What exactly do you mean by an orgy?”
“Well, you know, just a whole bunch of horny people together and everything goes but nothing is mandatory.”
“Is Nancy coming too?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
“Yes,” mother smiled, “Nancy is coming too. You’re really fond of her, aren’t you?’
“Yes,” I answered, feeling a little caught, “I really do like her.”
“She likes you too, don’t worry. She told me everything about what the two of you did together last Tuesday and believe me, she enjoyed it every bit as much as you did.”
It really felt good, hearing that. “Who else are coming?” I asked.
“Some friends of mine, both male and female . . . it’s going to be so horny. I get wet just thinking about it . . .” Mother got up and stood in front of me. “Shall we take a little test drive?” she said in a sighing voice, while her hands wandered to unfasten her skirt. That was something she didn’t need say twice and within moments we were fucking hard. I took her in a really exciting way while she was sitting on the kitchen-dresser. I plunged my prick so hard into her cunt that with every thrust my balls clattered against her pussy lips. It was a really horny fuck we shared and after I had planted my sperm deep in her womb I felt very satisfied.
Not much later the housekeeper served dinner. After that my mother went out to, as she said, be the object of a nice gang bang at the hangout of the motorcycle guys again. Ripe Anna and I therefore had the mansion to ourselves for the night and we played a game that over the past weeks had become something of a Friday evening tradition: we put a skin flick on in the living room and subsequently tried to imitate everything that was being done in the movie. As always this led to a lot of amusing and horny situations and we both experienced a couple of good orgasms, even when I wasn’t completely focused this time. I kept thinking about what my mother had said about tomorrow’s orgy and I couldn’t wait for everything that was going to happen the next day.
That Saturday I awoke at about noon. I got out of bed, took a shower, put on a robe and went downstairs, where I found Anna in the kitchen. The housekeeper was casually dressed in black pants and a grey shirt. “Morning,” I greeted her.
“Morning, Peter,” she said, “your mother is already in the garden. I’m going to be here for a while to welcome the guests.”
I nodded and walked to the garden. The mansion was surrounded by a large garden that, apart from a small terrazzo section directly adjacent to the house, where some garden chairs and a table were situated, was really nothing but an enormous lawn. The garden was surrounded by a thick hedge of foliage about three metres in height. When, as a small child, I had asked my mother why the hedge was so high, she’d said that she didn’t want strangers to see what was going on in her garden. I had thought that a bit odd at the time, but now I fully understood . . .
The weather was nice and my mother sat in one of the garden chairs enjoying the sun. Aside from a pair of sunglasses she was completely naked. I noticed there were some additional tables with assorted foods and drinks. Apparently my mother had called a caterer to provide refreshments for her guests. When I noticed how much food and drink there was, I started to wonder exactly how many people my mother had invited.
“There,” my mother said as soon as she saw me, “finally awake, sleepyhead?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I mumbled, “you know I like to sleep in on weekends.”
“I turned in much later than you yesterday and yet I was up again much earlier,” mother grinned.