My mom was always innocent woman; she would have ashamed by even the suggestion of cheating on my dad. But even so, there was always an edge of flirtatiousness to her, something dark, sexual and uncontrollable coursing through her, a depravity in her that she would never admit to, that she was afraid of more than anything else.
After all, there was a lot to lose. She was the popular mom, the princess in a bustling little American suburb, the woman with a great family, roles in the community, a board position on the PTA, respect and the envy of others. She had the American dream in the grasp of her silken manicured hands.
But I knew she had a freak side.
Even for the outgoing charismatic woman she was, even for the cool mom she was, she would be a little too talkative with me and my friends – She would linger around us when they came over, hanging over the conversation, inserting herself into them, sitting down with us on the couch, talking freely, accidentally touching up against one of us here and there, showing herself off her and there. She wouldn’t be upset at a dirty joke from us. She actually liked it more than any other kind of comment, she would smile coyly, rocking back her head with a knowing grin, a little giggle, a flush of excitement.
I knew she was flirting even if she would never admit it to herself. When the boys would come over, she would be invariably dressed in yoga pants and a loose white shirt, her breasts, bulging through inviting attention. Her hair would be thrown up into a provacative messy bun, a dyed blonde crown, hanging over and accentuating her gooey blue eyes. On their way out, she would give a hug to each of my friends, “So good to have you”, lingering a little too long, pressing a little too much into their prickling hard-ons.
I looked closely and I saw that my mother fucking loved the male attention, positively craved it. And there was a freak to her. I just didn’t know how deep it ran.
I wanted her. I was her son but I fucking wanted it.
And one weekend the opportunity arose.
My dad was out of town on business and it was a Saturday night. The day before, I had picked up the perfect date pill. Nothing too strong, nothing to knock a girl out completely, just something to relax and open her up, to bring up and out her deeper desires.
It was 10pm.
I went into her room.
“Mom, I’m inviting Alex and Shane over, is that OK?”.
“Of course it is, honey” she said smiling.
She was standing in a bath robe, just stepped out the room, her white skin, soft, clean and warm.
“You’re the best, Mom”
I walked over to give her a hug. I embraced and held her, grabbed her to me gently. As I held her, my cock was growing hard and beginning to throb into her.
“Honey!” she squealed softly and pulled away.
She smiled at me and then looked away.
“Can I get you a cup of tea, mom?”
“That would be wonderful honey, stepping up for your dad like a good boy”.
I walked out to make the cuppa.
In my pocket was the pill.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/unq31v/mommy_me_and_my_friends
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