This is only one part of a longer story. Best is to read them all in order.
Constructive criticism is welcome.
Something moved.
Sam realized he was awake, but not why he had woken up. It was still dark outside.
His blurred mind was slowly sensing its surroundings. He felt his mother moving beside him.
Her body heat was intense beside him. Was she dreaming?
He could hear faint moans. Maybe a nightmare?
As his brain got more awake, Sam realized that her motions were rhythmic… and there was a subdued buzzing sound coming from under the covers.
It took much too long, but Sam finally put two and two together. His sexy mother was getting herself off… with her big, black toy. Right there under the covers, beside him.
He pretended to keep sleeping, enjoying the lustful sounds she was trying not to reveal.
Behind his closed eyes he could picture her, her small hand, pushing the base of that dildo into herself. Imagining how it was sunk in between her swollen pussy lips. How wet her insides must be.
Slowly a thought formed. His lips didn’t move, but in his thoughts, Sam grinned. She thought he was sleeping, innocently sleeping.
Sam turned on his side, towards her. To make it more believable he emitted a sleepy yawn. He never considered himself much of an actor, but…
His mother froze instantly and became still. It sounded like she was holding her breath.
Sam rustled again, as drowsily as he could he dragged his hand up to her chest. His hand found her far breast and he let his palm rest on top of it. Her big, stiff nipple, prominent under his palm.
He could feel his mother carefully trying to breathe, making her motions as undetectable as possible, trying not to risk him waking up.
In his ‘sleep’ he began slowly kneading her breast softly. Yvette gasped beside him. He felt her legs tremble down there. The only sound detectable was the muffled buzzing from the toy inserted in her most luscious spot.
Sam moved his leg up between her thighs and again made a sleepy moan to really sell it.
He pressed his muscular thigh in between his mothers rounded and soft legs.
When his leg pressed up far enough he felt the buzzing toy against his skin. The base of it was now trapped in his mother by his leg.
He felt her tremble beside him. Her breathing, less and less controlled but still trying to not budge.
On his skin he could feel wetness seeping from the base of the toy inserted into her swollen pussy. He could hear her faintly whimper.
Then she grabbed one of the extra pillows beside her and covered her face. From behind it he could hear a stifled squeal.
Her whole body tensed up as she climaxed beside him in bed.
Sam felt pleased inside. He made his mother cum. He paid some back to her. She had gotten him off so many times already, it was only right that she got some release too.
When her slow spasms ebbed out, Sam rolled his hips back and let his heavy leg slide off of her, but he kept his hand on her big breast. It felt so cozy to hold on to it.
He could sense her turning off the toy and heard a quiet squishy noise as she removed the dildo from her moist folds.
Yvette let out a deep and pleased sigh before she snuggled up to Sam’s ear, the heat of her lips was blistering. They both fell into a deep sleep.
In the morning Sam had to rush. Both he and his mother had been snoozing far too long.
Yvette excused herself for not getting up and making him breakfast but she did give him a loving and sensual kiss before he had to run.
Back at work, Sam had to relieve himself twice in the men’s room during the day. His mind kept wandering back to his incredible and sexy ‘wife’ waiting for him back home.
A new sort of normal settled into their schedule.
The next few days rolled on as follows. His mother would get up before him and have some breakfast ready. They often made sure to french kiss outside of the door before he left, making sure that either the neighbour lady from across or some passing car could see them.
Sam slaved away at the office and was then greeted by Yvette when he came home. She always had something suggestive on. Her tits threatening to fall out of her cleavages, or short skirts, showing off whatever sexy lingerie she was wearing. Either that or extremely tight tights, without any underwear on.
She seemed to enjoy tormenting Sam, knowingly making him hard as a rock and often being close to him, brushing her hot curves up against him without provocation.
In the evenings she would let him release himself between her always slippery thighs, making sure they were visible through a window. Once she even jerked him off in the shower. That was glorious, but Sam was puzzled with that one afterwards.
When they were in the shower, no neighbour spies could see them? Did she just do that of pure lust or did she get so into their fake marriage and sexy acting that she just forgot.
But Sam didn’t mention it or complain. He instead hoped it would happen again soon.
At night they always made sure to get to bed and commence some sexual act by 10 p.m so the security guard would have something to report back to whomever received that information. Mostly they did it missionary style with Sam on top, sliding his rock hard log over her slippery mound and pussy lips.
But one time they tried it with her on top. She sat on him and grinded wildly, flinging her head from side to side and making herself cum all over Sam’s sliding pole.
There were a few close calls when Sam’s swollen tip had bumped up against her opening. It was excruciatingly tempting. All Sam’s primitive mind wanted was to push into her wanting hole. But that would be the uncrossed line that they both so far had kept as their limit. But Sam did get the feeling that his mother was close to letting him press in. She probably wanted it as much as he did.
A couple of times he had woken up at 5 p.m. also, with his mother’s mouth licking and sucking his hard on to release while he pretended to sleep.
Sam lived in a passionate but exhausting paradise. He constantly had to fight his doubts away, his doubts telling him that this was too good to be true. This sexy love he had with his mother couldn’t possibly last. But he swallowed it down. He didn’t even want to think about it… but the fear was there.
One day during a coffee break, his neighbour buddy Lucas floated the idea of Sam and his wife coming over to them for a little ‘party’ on friday night.
Sam was positive at the invite, but thought that Lucas had put some kind of strange emphasis on the word ‘party’.
He asked a little about it and Lucas soon divulged that he and his wife Georgina were so-called swingers. He was quick to make it clear to Sam that he didn't mean to pressure him into something they might not be into, but was still wanting to extend the invitation.
Sam felt his cheeks get red and heard the blood rushing through his ears.
It was of course an awkward situation and he felt uneasy.
He was, as usual, horny as hell as it was near the end of the work day and he’d been fantasizing about what sensual getup his mother would be dressed in when he got home. And nowadays it was automatic that he would get a couple of climaxes during the evening and night. His body was already in gear and just waiting to get home to his sexy love.
He managed to slip out of the conversation and said he’d run it by the wife at home and let him know tomorrow. Sam now got nervous about what his mother’s reaction would be, but the thought of finally being able to push his cock into a woman was demanding inside of his head. And Gerogina was a hot woman, no doubt about that.
She wasn’t the vixen that his mother was, but Sam’s pent up urge to shove into a hot hole was at rage level now.
The only worry was how his sweet mother would react. The ride home was an anxious one. Sam thought of 6 different ways to pop the question.
When Sam gets home he is greeted by his mother. Today she’s dressed in a tight fitting polka dot dress. She had her hair set up in a ponytail, tied with a red ribbon and looked really cute. He gets a deep kiss from her before they close the door. This is their normal routine now. Making sure any spying neighbour can see them.
Normally this gets Sam aroused enough to have his stiffy start up and stay erect for the rest of the evening. But today he has other things on his mind.
He has to ask his mom about Lucas’ proposal.
While serving and eating dinner, Yvette of course notices that Sam isn’t his usual self.
Although she’s flirty and pushing up against him all the time, he hasn’t hardly responded even. When she laid down a napkin in his lap before dinner, she noticed that he wasn’t even hard.
“What’s wrong son? You seem distant,” she finally asked.
Sam had trouble finding the words, “Well… today at work, Lucas asked if.. we’ll if we wanted to come over on Friday,” he began, hoping that the words would come to him.
“Ok?” Yvette responded, sensing that there was more Sam wanted to say.
“The thing is… ,” Sam was now wishing for an exit. He kept his eyes glued to the plate in front of him, “...they are… swingers…”
A smile started growing on Yvette’s red lips.
“..and, well, they want to.. you know…. ,” Sam continued.
“...”swing?” his mother filled in.
“Yeah… and I don’t know if,” Sam looked up at his mother across the table and was a bit surprised at how calm she looked.
Yvette stood up and came over to his side of the table. She took his head gently and pressed it against her large, comforting breasts. Even through the fabric of her top, Sam could feel her stiff nipple against his heated cheek.
She held his head in both arms and rocked back and forth.
“Were you so worried about asking me that? That’s so sweet of you,” she said softly.
Sam and his mother then discussed the proposal. Yvette was probing to check if that was something Sam wanted or not before she disclosed her own thoughts.
She finally got Sam to admit that he was curious.
“You know, what we have is great mom, but… I really need to do it for real sooner or later. And with Georgina I can. This way we could keep what we have and still get some satisfaction, you know?” Sam finally admitted.
“Hey, I hear you darling. It’s not easy for me either, you know. Being so close to you all the time, but never really getting to have you in me… it gets pretty frustrating,” Yvette agreed.
Sam was relieved that she had the same thoughts as him and they both agreed that this would be a great solution to their pent up need to have real sex for real.
But he made sure to verify to his mother that he had no feelings for Georgina, he loved only her. His mother of course did the same back and was only interested in getting herself filled up for once. It was all purely carnal.
“But we will still need to keep up our charade,” Yvette said and ordered him out to the living room to find a nice film for them to cuddle to.
Sam instantly felt himself stiffen up now that the tension of asking his mother about Lucas' proposal was out of the way.
He quickly chose a film and sat himself down, waiting for his mother to finish clearing the table.
By force of habit he covered his bulging crotch with a blanket and was glad he had when his mom walked in minutes later.
Her white and red polka dot dress was the type that you could take the dress part around the hips off. And now his curvy mother walked in, with rolling hips, dressed only in the tight part of it. It was more like a leotard or a swimsuit than a dress. As she dimmed the lights and climbed into the sofa beside him, he could see that her tight body cover was the sort that you can unsnap in the crotch.
Sam’s mind went wild with sensual fantasies about her soft and pouting labia again.
His mother leaned in on him heavily, making him fall back towards the arm rest on his right side. She shuffled up alongside his body, her heavy breasts resting over his crotch and belly. She covered herself with the blanket and nestled into his arm.
She could surely feel his twitching boner against her big, soft mammeries.
And probably she did.
Because after a while she fidgeted under the blanket and Sam could hear the sound of her tights unsnapped below. He pretended to keep following the film even though he felt her dexterous little fingers unzip and open his pants.
As Sam looked down, Yvette explained that she was going to make herself more comfortable.
She yanked at her tights and pulled them up to let her breasts go free, “You’re thing is poking at me, so I thought I’ll just put it in a softer place,” she said as she wrestled his rock hard boner out from his pants and laid it between her breasts.
Although Sam's dick was really big, she still managed to totally cover it between her massive tits. Only his tip was poking out between her cleavage.
She pulled the blanket up to cover herself and laid her arm over her chest, trapping his thick erection between them.
While they kept watching the film, Yvette was slowly massaging him in between her breasts. Slow and short strokes. Now and then her fingers would softly stroke over his tip, sending excruciating jolts of pleasure through his spine.
As Sam’s heat was rising, he finally had to ask, “But mo.. dear, no one can see us now,” he whispered.
“This is just for you my love,” she whispered back, letting her fingers now constantly slide on and around the super sensitive tip of his penis.
Those words… this wasn’t even fake. This wasn’t an act for ‘spies’ to see. This wasn’t something she wanted to do. This was just them.
Just the thought of his sexy mother wanting to pleasure him, for his and her own sake sent Sam over the top.
“Mom.. I…”, was all he had to utter.
Yvette pulled the blanket over her head and dove down. Just as he felt his juices speeding towards his tip, he felt her wet mouth close around his glans.
His hips pressed forward and he felt her lips lock on around his corona. Yvette held her arm tightly around her breasts, keeping his long hard member stuck in between her meaty boobs and his head in her mouth.
Sam leaned back and let himself shoot his seed into her. Again and again.
He could hear her breathing through her nose under the blanket and feel her gulping down everything he was ejecting.
She stayed there, under the blanket for a long time, keeping his ebbing, hard on in her mouth. Her tongue was drawing slow circles around its tip, making him shudder in delight.
As the end credits of the film started rolling she finally let his cock out of its sexy prison and they made themselves ready for bed.