Becoming My Mother's Lover (3 page)

I was jolted back to the show in front of me when Mom started groaning, “Oh, right there baby! Oh, yes, like that!” she paused to moan loudly then cried out, “Yes Kenny! Oh, suck that clit, harder! I…..Oh!”

Mom threw her head back and let out a loud wail I’m sure the people in the next cabins had to hear. And I whispered, “Goddamn” as I watched her clamp her thighs around dad’s head and start squirming on the railing.

He released another loud cry and I began breathing heavier as I saw the expression on her face, her mouth was open and her eyes were rolled back in her head as she moaned and thrust her hips into Dad’s face. Her fingers were still busy on her nipples and to my dismay; I could feel my cock beginning to swell. Mom’s groaning began to subside and as she released a soft sigh, I kept replaying her telling my father to suck her clit.

“Damn that felt good,” Mom said, and smiling down at Dad whispered, “You want your dirty girl to make you feel good baby?”

“You know I do.” Dad answered as he started playing with her tits again.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want you to get down on your knees and wrap those pretty little lips around my cock.” Dad told her.

Jesus, I thought. I was watching my parents act like they were in a porno. Mom giggled and whispered, “Hmmm, you know I love sucking cock.”

She had spoken in a sultry purr that caused my cock to twitch in my shorts. Her next move, turned that twitch into a lot more as when Mom slid off the railing and slowly down to her knees I became fully hard. Again I could only see the back of dad and…I shook my head in disbelief as Dad turned the chair to the left a little bit. Mom angled herself to stay between his legs and as he lifted his hips, pulled his shorts down. Mom smiled up at him and then with no hesitation, lowered her head into his lap.

From the angle they were at, I couldn’t see the actual act, but could see Mom’s blonde head bobbing slowly. Dad let his head lean back on the chair and sighed as my mother knelt between his legs blowing him. Mom started bobbing her head faster and I became aware of my cock starting to throb painfully in my shorts. That throbbing increased when my father grabbed Mom’s long hair in his hand and pulled it to the side. I caught a brief glimpse of her face and saw she was looking up at my father, her blue eyes wide as she had him completely engulfed in her mouth.

Mom lifted her head, but didn’t go back down again, instead she seemed to be waiting. Dad grabbed some of her hair with his other hand and I muttered, “Holy shit,” as holding her head still, dad began to fuck her mouth. Mom was making moaning noises around him loud enough for me to hear from where I was sitting. Dad stopped moving his hips and quickly standing up, Mom took a step back. Dad closed his legs and bracing her hands on his shoulders, Mom swung her leg over his, straddling him, and lowered herself down to his lap.

Mom let out a sexy purr as she settled down on my father and started slowly rocking back and forth. My hand had strayed down to my lap and I began to rub my cock through my shorts as I watched mom ride my father. She had begun to move faster, and lowering her head to his, started to kiss him. Dad’s hands were on her hips, and he was guiding her back and forth on his lap. Mom tossed her head back and as dad started to kiss her neck, released another long sensual moan. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted and I had the thought that she really was beautiful.

Not just beautiful, but damn sexy. I’d recently been getting into watching milf porn and mom was as hot if not hotter than any of them. I tried to tell myself to knock that off, but it wasn’t easy as I watched Dad begin to start sucking on her nipple. Mom put her feet down on the deck and started lifting herself up and down. This time it was Dad who moaned as Mom started driving down faster and harder. Mom was making little yelping noises that had my hand starting to move faster across my lap.

Mom wrapped her arms around dad’s shoulders and started bucking wildly on him. She was slamming down on him so hard I could hear their skin slapping together. Mom lifted up, then seemed to hesitate before dropping down again. This time she stayed on dads lap and started to move much more slowly. Dad had stopped moving his hips and Mom was starting to wiggle side to side on him. I thought she was teasing until I heard my father say, “I…I can’t finish, I…” he sighed disgustedly and I felt my erection beginning to fade. “Never mind Cynthia I…”

Mom stopped him with a finger to his lips and said, “No worries baby, this just gives me an excuse to be your dirty girl.” She slid off dad’s lap and got to her knees. Looking up at him, she licked her lips, “This way I get to taste it,” she said softly, and lowered her head to his lap.

Unlike before, Mom wasn’t teasing and her head was bobbing rapidly as she worked Dad with her mouth. Mom was moaning around him again and I could hear her making wet sloppy sounds as she sucked his cock. Dad started moaning and bucking his hips and Mom moved her head even faster. Dad gasped loudly and began thrusting his hips into mom’s descending mouth. My cock was back on the rise as I watched my mother slobbering on his cock like a porn star. Dad gasped and released a long loud moan and stopped moving his hips.

Mom moaned softly and began to bob her head slowly. Dad groaned and slumped back into his chair gasping for breath. Mom sat back on her knees and throwing her head back made a show of swallowing. She opened her mouth and said, “All gone!”

“Goddamn Cyn,” Dad panted, “You are a dirty little girl aren’t you?”

“I’m your girl baby.” Mom said and standing up sat on his lap and hugged him.

“I…I’m sorry I lost it,” dad said softly, “I…I just…”

“No worries Kenny.” Mom said, stroking his thinning hair. “You got your dirty little wife off nice and hard and you felt damn good.” She giggled, “Tasted good too.”

“You’re a good woman Cynthia,” dad said and kissed her softly.

“And you’re the best man I know.” Mom replied.

I put my head down and closed my eyes. I felt dirtier hearing them talk like this than I had watching them have sex.

“You tired baby?” Mom asked.

“Yeah, I think I need to lay down.”

Mom helped him pull his shorts up, then closed her robe. When he stood, she took his hand and they made their way towards the door. I pushed myself as far back in the room as I could so Mom wouldn’t see me. As they passed, dad looked over into the room. I doubted he could see me, but must have known I was there as he nodded in my direction. They passed my line of sight and just as the door closed I heard dad go into a long coughing jag.

Chapter Three

I was laying on my bed staring at the ceiling and wondering when dad was going to talk to me. As it had been all day, the image of my parents having sex kept running though my mind. That image was always accompanied by a feeling of guilt. Sadly that feeling wasn’t just over the fact that I’d watched, but because I had gone to my room afterwards and jerked off to the images of Mom’s perfect tits and the way she eagerly sank to her knees. I’d tried not to, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it and my cock was aching. I’d started stroking it thinking of some of the hot times I’d had with Jen, but her dark hair and eyes kept turning into Mom’s long blonde hair and baby blues.

Finally succumbing to it, I came hard to the visual of Mom on the railing, her legs around my father and her hands busy on her tits as she came. This morning I’d been too embarrassed to even look at her, and for that matter wouldn’t make eye contact with dad either. I could feel him staring at me several times, but pretended I didn’t notice. I’d gone out for a swim and lied on the beach for awhile. I’d dozed off in the warm sun and awoke to the feeling of someone sitting next to me.

I opened my eyes to see Mom sitting there smiling at me. She was wearing a red bikini that was as revealing as the black one from yesterday and I immediately looked away and could feel myself blushing. Mom asked if I were okay and I said maybe I’d gotten a little too much sun.She had then lied down next to me and arching her back, put her arms over her head and stretched. My eyes locked onto her small tits being pushed out and then trailed down her flat stomach. When they made their way to the thin strip of red material between her thighs, I’d had that image of her opening her legs for my father. I started to wonder if her pussy were as pink as her nipples.

Tearing my gaze from her, I muttered that I didn’t feel good and went back into the house. Mercifully dad was sleeping on the couch and I didn’t have to face him. I knew it would be a matter of time before he talked to me about last night and I wasn’t looking forward to it. For the life of me I didn’t know what he was thinking, unless the meds and his exhausted state had finally gotten to his mind. As if that thought had summoned him, I jumped at the sound of a knock at my door.

“Come on in.” I called out.

Dad came in, and closing the door behind him, made his way over to the bed.

“Got some time to talk?” he asked,

“Nah, can’t you see I’m busy?” I gave him a forced smile as I sat up and leaned against the headboard.

Dad sat down next to me and turning to face me asked “Well?”

“Well what?”

“Go ahead and ask me.”

“About what?” I asked, trying to pretend I didn’t know what he meant.

“About last night.” Dad pointed at me, “You have to be wondering why I had you watch Cynthia and I.”

I sighed, “Dad that was pretty damn awkward,” I put my hands out, “Why the hell would you want me to see that?”

“So you could see how hot Cynthia is, so you would think about her.”

“What?” I shook my head, “I…I think I just heard you wrong.”

Dad shook his head, “No, you heard me,” he pursed his lips in thought, then sighed, “Think I got ahead of myself though. I need to talk to you about something very important.”

“Go ahead, Dad.”

“Look Jason, whether we’re saying it out loud or not, we all know I don’t have a lot of time left.”

“You don’t know that
      
!” I said quickly, “They’re coming up with new things all the time and…”

I stopped when he reached out and put his hand over mine.

“No Jason,” he said softly, “I only have a few months tops and I want to talk about what happens after that.”

“You already told me,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “The insurance…”

“The financials are set,” he nodded. “I want to talk about something more important.”

“What’s that?”

“Jason, I want you to take care of your mother for me.”

“Of course!” I exclaimed. “I told you dad, I got one more year left in school and I’m going to look for a job here at home. I’m going to stay living with mom for as long as she needs me to.”

“I know you will,” he nodded, “But I need you to do more than that.”

“Like what?”

Again dad paused as if her were trying to pick his words. After a long silence he shrugged and said quietly, “Jason, I want you be with Cynthia.”

I shrugged back at him, “I think I just said I would stay with her, and why do you keep calling mom by her name?

“No, Jason, I mean…” he looked away “Be with her, as in…” he took a deep breath, “Jason I don’t want you to be with Cynthia as her son, but as her…lover.”

“I…” I leaned forward, “Now I know I didn’t hear that right.”

“Yes you did.” Dad squeezed my hand. “I want you to take care of her in every way Jason, I want you to not just share her house, but her bed and of course her heart. That’s why I want you to start thinking of her as Cynthia, not mom”

I sat there stunned, trying to figure out if this was a bizarre prank. Dad didn’t look as if he were kidding and with a sinking feeling in my stomach, I recalled how he had started this conversation; he wanted me to think of mom like…”

“Dad, that’s…” I put my hands up, “That’s just fucking sick!” I blurted out.

“Strange yes,” dad nodded, “But sick no. She…”

“She’s my goddamn mother!” I snapped at him. “For Christ’s sake dad, she’s going to be the only parent I have, I…” I trailed off and felt like an asshole, I shouldn’t have said that.

“I know Jason.” He said softly. “And you know what? You guys can be the best of both worlds; you can love each other in every way depending on how you feel.”

“Dad, that’s nuts…”

“Love is love Jason. Only thing that would be different is you could show your love physically.”

“I couldn’t do that.” I shook my head. “I don’t think of her that way!”

“Not before this week.” Dad said, “Not before last night. Don’t tell me she’s not hot Jason.”

“Dad please, I…”

Ignoring my protests, he continued, “Cynthia is a gorgeous woman, and an insatiable one. She’ll give you anything you want.” He gave me a sly smile, “
Anything”

“Knock it off!” I shouted at him, “I’m done with this bullshit! Why the hell would you even think of this?”

“I don’t want Cynthia to be alone.” He said quietly, remaining calm in the face of my yelling. “She’s too young and too attractive; she’s also too sweet and loving to go through life without someone to be sweet and loving to.”

“She won’t.” I told him, lowering my voice. “Like you said dad, look at her, she’ll be upset for awhile and should be, but sooner or later a nice guy will come around and…”

“You hope.”

“I know dad,” I nodded and tapped my chest. “Because, trust me, I’ll watch out for her and make sure he’s a good guy. I’ll see too it she’s with the right one.”

“You can do it by being that right one.” I started to speak, but he raised his hand, “Jason, this is pretty weird for me too and I’m screwing it up.”

“I don’t think there would be a way not to.” I rolled my eyes.

“You asked why I would think of this?” Dad waited and I nodded. “Jason, you know how Cynthia is.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, noticing how he was still avoiding calling her mom.

“She’s…” he sighed, “She’s kind of clingy and she’s, well, she’s needy.”

“I…” I stopped recalling how I had been thinking that yesterday. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“Good. You see how she acts, she knows I love her, knows you love her, but she always needs to hear it.”