The sexual adventures of Lacey and Ricky – Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Caught with my pants down

So, here we are. Mom is riding me, cowgirl style. She just had an orgasm and had got a little noisy. Lacey must have come into the house, looking for me, because we heard her calling my name. How much did she hear? What is she thinking? I am still balls deep in my mother. Now what do I do? My mind is racing through the options, but they are very few. Should I act like I am not home? No, I love Lacey and cannot deceive her. It would never work anyway.

“Just a minute” I call out as mom dismounts from my penis and climbs out of my bed. It creaks with the movement, and I can see she is still trembling from her orgasm. I feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, my heart is pounding in my head, and my dick is shrinking rapidly. I get up and scramble to get some clothes on. Mom wraps the towel around herself and hurries into my bathroom. Her feet pounding on the floor as she runs.

“Hi, Lacey,” I say as I emerge from my room. I cannot meet her gaze. “Are you here alone?” she asks, probing. “No,” I reply, “mom’s here.” I answer honestly. Lacey and I sit down together on the couch. I sneak a peek out of the corner of my eye at her. Now she cannot look at me. Oh boy, this is bad. How much did she hear? Mom is stuck in my bedroom with only her panties. I get the feeling that I smell like sex. We are well and truly busted. I might as well be honest and tell Lacey the truth. She might hate me for it and think that I am a creep, but I don’t think that she would tell anyone else. The only problem is that I swore to my mother that I would never tell.

The silence was becoming awkward. Lacey took me by the hand, looked into my eyes and asked, “Is there something that you are not telling me?” I cannot tell her the truth, and I cannot lie to her. What am I supposed to do? Looking into her face it seems that there is a trace of amusement while at the same time she is trying to be serious. “Lacey,” I finally say, “I am not sure what to tell you. I will never lie to you, but there is something that you do not know and I am not free to tell you.” Lacey is looking past me and I follow her gaze. Laying discarded on the patio floor I plainly see mom’s yoga pants and sports bra.

At that moment my bedroom door opens and mom steps out. She is wearing a pair of my stretchy jogging pants and one of my tee shirts. It is way too tight for her, especially without a bra. Our eyes follow her as she walks over to the couch and sits down beside Lacey. We both wait expectantly for mom to say something. She clears her throat and pauses before speaking. She looks directly at Lacey, head high and full of confidence. “So I know this might be difficult for you to understand, and I am not sure how to tell you, but I have always believed that honesty is the best policy. So here it is; What you are probably suspecting is almost exactly what is happening. Ricky and I are having sex, Lacey. Ricky loves you very much, and he also loves me. Do you understand what I am saying?” We pause to let the words sink in. My head is spinning and I feel faint.

Looking at Lacey, she is difficult to read. Her mouth is ajar as if she is about to say something, but cannot get the words out. She is looking at mom, then at me, then back at mom. Finally she turns to me, and her eyes are brimming with tears. “Please be honest with me, Ricky. Do you really love me, or is it just the sex?”

This is not hard for me to answer, “Lacey, we have been friends for a very long time. I have never lied to you or tried to mislead you. I love you with all of my heart. I always will. But I also love my mother, and I love her in a sexual way, too. I love each of you with all of my heart. I understand that doesn’t make any sense, but it is true.” Lacey thought about it for just a beat, then she smiled, threw her arms around me and began crying in earnest. They are happy tears. I look over at mom. She let out a long breath and smiled in relief.

We embraced for a long time. Mom quietly got up and went to her room to clean up and change clothes. “How long has this been going on? I mean between you and your mom?” Lacey asked. I handed her a box of tissues and she wiped at her tears. “Not long,” I answered “We started when you were gone to California, and this is the second time we, uuhh, you know.” I stammered, unable to utter the words aloud.

“Wow”, Lacey said, “that is quite something. I always knew that the relationship you had with your mom was special. I had no idea it would develop to this.” she added.

“Are you grossed out by what we are doing?” I asked timidly. Lacey looked down and said “So I guess that I have a confession to make. Do you remember the night you came to my house to watch my brother, Allen, and and his girlfriend, Amber, have sex?” “Well, yeah. I remember” I replied. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you the details of how it all came about. I got into our hot tub with Allen and Amber to cause trouble. They were making out and I interrupted them. I ended up taking my top off and started fooling around with Amber and then with my brother. I touched his cock and then sucked on it. Then Allen started fooling around with me while I was eating out Amber. He removed my bottom and was messing around with me down there. Suddenly I realized he was behind me about to fuck me. I freaked out because I did not want to lose my virginity to him. Amber got mad at Allen for messing with his little sister and thought he had penetrated me. She thought he had raped me. I had to convince her that had not happened. She thought Allen owed me something, so I asked to watch them fuck.” She covered her mouth and giggled at the thought.

“So, you were fooling around with your brother?” I asked. “And that’s not all.” Lacey added. “In California I tried having a little fun by being a cock tease to my Uncle Steve. Things got a little out of hand and we did some fooling around. I mean like heavy petting. And more than once.” She confessed. “You messing around with your mother does not bother me except one thing. I am not in love with my brother or my Uncle Steve. I fooled around with them for the sexual thrill of it. But your relationship with your mother is different. Do you know what I mean? You are in love with your mother. That feels threatening to me.” and Lacey began to cry again. “I have not been able to make love to you, but your mother has. And you will always be comparing me to your mom. There is no way that I can compete with her.” Now the tears really began to flow.

I took Lacey in my arms and let her cry for a while. When the tears began to diminish I held her out so I could look right into her eyes. The flush of her face made the patches of freckles on her cheeks stand out. Her red, full lips were pursed into a pout, and her green eyes were bright with tears. She just looked so damn gorgeous. “Lacey, you are special to me. Even though I love my mother, I will always love you too. The relationship with my mom is a little different. Mom needs me right now because she has no one else. She is lonely and misses my dad. Someday she will find someone new and our relationship will change. She might not need me in the same way again.