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Mom Went to Work Ch. 02

I went in the back door, which enters the kitchen, and was immediately surrounded by Moms arms. Shit! I should have checked out the front of the house.

Mom was hugging me tightly and saying, "OH, Thank God you're alright!"

Then she stepped back and I could see tears in her eyes.

"Why did you run off? Mom asked holding my hands. "When I found you were gone, I was worried sick."

"I had a bad night and went riding around." I said.

"Well, now you're home." Mom said and hugged me again. "Do you want me to fix you something to eat?"

"No, I'm not really hungry, Mom." But, I was hungry, hungry for answers, to all of the questions in my mind, hungry for an explanation of last night's events.

Mom poured us both a cup of tea and said, "Have some tea with me and let's talk."

Yeah, Mom let's talk, I thought. I'm scared that my happy uneventful life is over! Scared of my folks getting a divorce! Scared that Dad is going to punish me severely for my sneaking and peeping!

Mom came over and set the tea down, hugged my head to her chest, causing more confusion. And then she sat down across from me.

That was actually when I noticed Mom. When my ear hit her chest, my nose hit a tit and the back of my head hit the other tit. Mom wasn't braless under her light blue cotton blouse.

She was wearing a knee length skirt the same color as the blouse with her legs covered by very light brown nylons. She had light brown flat sole sandals on her small feet. Her hair was neatly styled and there didn't seem to be any makeup on her pretty face.

"Well," Mom began, "it seems everybody in this family, except your sister of course, had a very emotional night last night." Her eyes were bright and her lips formed a gentle smile. She was holding her cup in both hands as she looked in my eyes, checking for a reaction.

In that pause, I sipped my tea, as I thought, 'Emotional isn't exactly what I'm thinking.' Outright turmoil was running through my mind.

"Why did you have to take that job? I said lowly, not realizing I said it out loud.

Mom reached out and took my hand. "Me too, I've asked that too." Mom said. "But, you know, that job just made everything happen sooner." Mom then winked.

That winking was driving me crazy.

"Let me, kind of, start at the beginning." Mom said as she gently squeezed my hand.

"You, of course, know Donna Mitchell. Donna and I had been getting friendlier at school functions, talking more and more. Our conversations progressed to more personal topics. This threw me off as Donna just doesn't project this in her demeanor.

Slowly, I realized that there is more to this woman than she presents to the public. And then, one day, I went to the new SuperCenter on the other side of town.

I saw Donna there and she was dressed very different than usual. At first I thought it was just someone that looked like her. As I watched and moved closer, I saw clearly that this gorgeous woman was Donna. So, I said, "Donna! You... look fan...tastic!" Donna' head jerked toward me and she was flustered. She said, "Oh Patti, it's you!" Clearly, surprised, as she touched her throat and her stomach pulled tight. I knew instantly that she was startled and embarrassed. I went on about how good she looked and told her she should dress like that all of the time. We then shopped together as Donna told me part of her secret. "I would never dress like this around home.

This is my private life. My -- Very -- Private - Life." She made me promise that I would never tell anyone that I saw her like that.

"More, tea?" I asked, interrupting Mom.

"Yes, please." Mom replied.

As I got the tea Mom continued. "After meeting and talking to Donna that afternoon, I decided that I was going to find out about her, "Very Private Life."

Nothing happened for a while. I was delivering some material to be printed for the Mayors Antidrug Program when I saw Donna at a little sidewalk café. She was accompanied by a nice looking man in a suit. I simply got a coke and watched for a while. I noticed that Donna had removed her right shoe and her foot was up between his legs. This startled me and I thought Donna was a prostitute.

They finished eating and left. I followed them and they went to the office complex at the City Center. As you know, I go to the City Center quite often in my volunteer work. I wondered why I had never seen her there.

A couple of days later we were all at a school function and I was able to talk to Donna again. I mentioned seeing her and the gentleman at the café. She blushed and went, "Oh My." She asked if she could call me later as she didn't want to talk about it then.

When she called, she explained that it was just lunch with her boss at her "Private Life Job." I told her that I saw her foot, and she said she would have to explain over time because it was just too complicated to give an immediate answer. Well! She wasn't a prostitute which relieved me.

As I set the tea on the table, I asked, "Is that when you started talking to her more on the phone?"

"Why, yes it was." Mom responded, quizzically. Adding, "I forgot how observant you are." Again she winked.

Those winks were perturbing me.

Mom continued, telling me about how Donna was slowly over time explaining that she kept her home life and work life separate. Her home life was maintained as "Prim and Proper," without deviation. Her work life, however, was hers to enjoy as much as possible.

Mom and Donna thought alike in that. But, Mom couldn't see doing the double life act. Donna had said that she didn't want her work activities to affect her home and society standing. She wanted to give her daughter a simple life that was as stable and accepted by the community as possible.

As time went on Donna talked Mom into thinking about employment. She told Mom that she knew Mom would like working where she did. Mom kept busy with her volunteer and political work which didn't tie her down and allowed her to be constantly available to her family. Family was important to Mom.

Slowly the two women became confidants, revealing their thoughts to each other. Donna drew Moms sexual fantasies out.

I started squirming because this was exciting me.

Mom noticed and said, "Let's stop for now and get some air?"

That was fine with me.

Mom said, "Let's go for a ride." As she stood and left the kitchen she put her hand on my shoulder and dragged it softly across my neck. I got goose bumps at her touch. As we drove down the street Mom asked if there was anyplace in particular I wanted to go. Telling her no, I settled back in the seat. Mom drove out of town and was taking it nice and slow down a back road. I completely relaxed and fell asleep. The next thing I know, Mom is gently caressing my forehead and whispering my name.

"William, William, wake up honey, we're home."

I looked up into Moms smiling eyes, and then looking down her blouse, I said, "Gee Mom, I'm sorry I went to sleep on ya." Since I didn't sleep the night before it caught up with me in the car.

Mom said, "Come on inside." And she took my arm and pulled me up.

I shook the sleep from my head and followed Mom inside. I went to the bathroom and then into the kitchen for a coke.

Mom came up behind me and slipped her arms around my waist. I froze. Then she whispered in my ear, "Aren't you wondering how I knew about you're spying?" Her hands were now on my chest, fingers spread, pulling me into her. Her tits were pressing into my back and her warm breath on my neck had me trembling. I was weak. Mom then released me and said, "Come on."

I meekly followed Mom to the closet.

Mom opened the door and said, "You weren't very clean about it. I noticed dust on the clothes." She reached up and brushed dust off of the hanging garments. After cleaning up I started thinking of where the dust could be coming from, so I started looking around. Pointing at the shoe shelf I had made, she said, "I noticed the paint was wearing off the front. Then I noticed shoe prints."

Yep, the shoes on the shelves left sliding marks not imprints. Boy was I dumb.

"So looking up at the ceiling, I couldn't see anything out of place, but I noticed the plaque you made hanging on the wall." She was pointing at it. "I climbed up and moved the plaque and dust fell. So I raised it up and saw the hole in the wall. Still curious I removed the plaque and stood up so I could look in the hole. I was shocked, I could see into the living room, plainly and clearly.

Then I remembered the etched mirror you hung on the living room wall, and it hit me, a two way mirror. I went to the living room and looked at the mirror and then looked around the living room, thinking, what could you, be watching. You were watching me and your father having sex flashed in my mind. I put the plaque back, cleaned up, and finished my work thinking about being watched, watched by my son."

"Mom, I...I...I'm sorry." I stammered.

Mom reached up and caressed my cheek. "Shhhh," she said, "It's all right." "Didn't you notice that your father and I didn't do it in the living room very much, for a while?" Mom asked.

I could barely answer, "Yes."

Mom continued, "The thought of you watching, concerned me for a while, and then, it started turning me on. And then, you bought your father that etched "Ford" mirror. I listened to you convincing him to hang it where it is. Curious, I thought. Sure enough, when I checked the closet and saw your sisters' plaque, I knew you were not giving up. And, I was really turned on thinking about you watching.

I started thinking about you watching, and how I could put on a show for you. That's when I began putting mirrors in strategic locations. It wasn't easy keeping things decorative and functioning the way I wanted at the same time. It took me several tries to get them right. I decided that your father and I would do something sexual at every opportunity."

I threw my empty coke in the hallway trash can. I didn't notice that Mom removed her bra as I did.

"And, Oh yeah," Mom added, "when you're in your sneaky place, make sure you close the door and turn off the light." I had a puzzled look on my face, so Mom said, "If there is light behind you, those you're spying on can see you."

"I didn't know that!" I said, shocked at the revelation.

Mom chuckled and said, "Let's sit down. Get us something to drink and bring it to the living room."

Mom didn't say what, so I grabbed cokes and hurried to the living room. Mom was sitting in a chair and patted the couch for me to sit there. Mom grabbed her coke and leaned back, as she swung her feet up on the coffee table. I looked at her legs and smiled.

Mom continued about Donna. "As time went on Donna kept the suggestions going about my working. Especially, my working at the company, she worked. I just didn't want to put in forty hours at the same job everyday. I liked being able to do different things and seeing different people. I had many friends that I could see regularly. Donna didn't give up easily and she kept up easy pressure.

I began to think of some things we could use the extra money for. Like sending your sister to the Boarding School that offered her the extended math lessons, this summer. Letting you take that Canadian trip you wanted. Your father and I could buy that little cabin we talked about.

A - und, there were the sexual things, I thought about."

"You mean the sex at work?" I asked questioningly.

"Noooo, the fantasies I had about your watching." Mom replied. "I started thinking about things to do and how to do them. Slowly, I did things with your Father to deliberately excite you. The effects it had on your Father brought us closer. Your Father always was excited by me and now my actions were turning him on more. It was no longer a quick hand job in the car, but a blowjob. I would flash him in public. I would touch him in public. And your Father was responding to me more and more. His added attention, especially at home, was making my adventurous spirit grow."

With her feet on the coffee table, leaning back in the chair, arms at her sides, holding her coke in her lap. It hit me as I looked at Mom, 'She's braless. When did she take her bra off?' I asked myself. 'She wasn't braless as she told me about finding my "Spying Spots". Whenever she did it, she was fast about it. I'm staring, uh oh, look away.' Mom noticed and adjusted herself in the chair.

"I also started giving you the opportunity to see me in various stages of undress. I would walk from the bathroom instead of darting from it. I would hold the towel in front of me, leaving my back and ass exposed, instead of wrapping up. Many times, I wore large neckline tops, because I knew they gave a better view looking down them. I also bent over more so you could look, but I seldom caught you looking.

Many times I was pantyless at breakfast with a short nightshirt on. Partly for your Father and partly for you, because I knew when I reached up or bent over my ass and pussy could be seen. It seemed to me that you just weren't interested as I hardly ever caught you watching."

"Oh, I was watching, Mom!" I blurted out.

"Oh, really, what did you see?" Mom responded.

"I liked the breakfasts most of all. Those nighties and short night shirts always had me excited. It was damn hard to not stare. There were a few times that I saw you leaving the bathroom. One time in particular, I saw you walking from the bathroom naked. I saw you from behind and from the front as you walked." Mom was smiling real big and moving her feet.

"You caught the frontal view in the hall dressing mirror, didn't you?" Mom said.

"How did you know?" I said, quizzically.

Laughing, Mom said, "Why do you think I put it there?"

Checking the clock Mom said she could use a nap and I probably could too, since I fell asleep in the car. We had enough time to get a nap before Dad got home. So, off to our respective bedrooms we went.

After laying down and falling into a nice dream, I groggily opened me eyes to see Mom standing naked in my doorway. I didn't know if it was a dream or real. Either way I went back to sleep and had an unbelievable dream.

Dad woke me up, which scared the shit out of me. I jumped up at the sound of his voice and he said, "Down boy, the boogeyman's not going to get you." I was still nervous about last night.

I don't know why but Dads are always more of a threat than Moms. My tension and fear eased up during supper as the three of us acted and interacted normally. Last night didn't happen.

After supper, Dad reminded me that my chores weren't done. I dutifully went about doing the work that was expected of me. A couple of times, I thought someone was watching me. I looked around but saw no one and I continued working. I finished up and went to my room but before I could settle in Dad popped his head in and said he had rented a movie. "If you want to watch it with us, come on." He said. I said that I was checking out a new video game and would pass. And so I played DOOM until bedtime.

As I lay in my bed ready for sleep I thought, "Whew, things aren't falling apart after all. Mom is explaining herself and Dad is the happy guy he always was." Then I fell asleep.

At breakfast I was looking for some of Moms flashing but didn't see much. She had on one of her "House Blouses" as she called them. She was braless but the blouse prevented any view of her tits. And yes she was wearing panties, not sexy ones but white cotton ones. With breakfast over, Mom walked Dad to his car. I was disappointed but life does go on. There would be other opportunities to see Mom. I just didn't know it would be in a few minutes.

When Mom came back in she stopped in the doorway and asked, "Aren't you supposed to work at the recycling center today?"

"Oh, Shit!" I said. "I forgot all about it!"

"You better hurry up, it's a long ride." Mom said as she "Mooned" me. Then she turned around and her blouse was open barely covering her tits. Further down was that tuft of hair on her mound. Then as she disappeared she said, "You have to go and I have housework to do."

I wanted to stay home but knew I was expected to go. "One fulfills their obligations." I thought about that tease all day. I ended up working longer than expected and got home late for supper.

After supper a friend called and I went to his house for the evening. When I got home Mom was already in bed and Dad was finishing up with some work on Moms car.

By the time I got up, Dad was gone and Mom was cleaning up. I got leavings and watched Mom. Mom said, "Oh, your friend Carol called. She's trying to get bodies for something or other, and wanted me to tell you to come over."

"Carol and her projects," I said. "She's always trying to get everybody involved in something."

"She sounds like a nice girl, you should go over." Mom said.

That's when I noticed I could see through Moms top.

"Go ahead and go over to Carol' house. You need to spend time with your friends." Mom said as she stroked my head.

And those tits were right there.

I went to Carol' and found that I made number eight. Carol took us to some old couple's house to cleanup and fix things. We finished up around one and I rode around a while before going home. When I got home Mom asked what we did and I told her about the old couple. Then I asked, "Why do old people insist on paying for everything?"

Mom said, "It's probably because they had it hard in their life and they feel nothing's free."

I slowly asked a question I wasn't sure I should ask, "Mom the stuff on that video, I mean, is what you did normal?"

"Normal," Mom said with a raised eyebrow and a smile,

"Let's see. You know Mrs. Willson, she drives to the city two or three times a week to shop for a fuck. She shops around until someone picks her up and then she goes with them and fucks as much as she can. Well, she has AIDS, and now she has to explain it to her five kids and husband.

And, Mrs. Addison, she drives to the interstate and prostitutes to truckers. She's been arrested twice.

The preachers' wife, Virginia Anne, has a circle of lady friends. A video of them found its way to the internet.

Ms. Turney at school does web cam sex. How many of the kids at school live with their original parents?"

Thinking a minute, I said, "Not many."

"Oh, they are not swingers! Or wife swappers!" Mom said, sarcastically. They just divorce every four, five or ten years, and marry new meat. I can think of four women in this county that each has four kids and each kid has a different father. It's all legal, they're not swinging.

Normal! There isn't any such thing! There is just what people do until they cross the line of legal and illegal.

The feelings we are having and the direction it is taking us are considered both illegal and immoral. On the illegal side, I feel someone has to be hurt for it to be truly illegal. It's not hurting me, so, if you say it's hurting you, then it stops right now."

I stammered, "I don't feel hurt."

"On the immoral side," Mom continued, "God made us this way and God doesn't make mistakes! If he didn't want us to be this way he wouldn't have made us this way. Besides, Men wrote all of the religious writings and those writings are so full of inconsistencies there is no clear path! And God wouldn't be inconsistent! That is my view! But, if you say we stop, we stop right now!

I'm staring at the vision of Moms tits through her blouse.

Mom's smiling and says, "You got pretty dirty. You should take a shower." Then she turned me around and pushed me into the hallway.

After my shower I went to the kitchen for a coke. Mom was cooking supper and Dad would be home any time.

Mom stopped cooking and said, "I better put more clothes on."

As I looked up, Mom turned letting her blouse slide down her arms. She was naked and walking without stopping out of the kitchen. She grabbed the door jam with her right hand and her blouse was hanging from her wrist. Talk about a quick look. Mom had just flashed me.
She was back as quick as she left. She was now wearing a house dress that covered her completely from knees to shoulders. I was setting the table and thinking of trying to "cop-a-feel." But, I heard Dad coming through the door. The rest of the day was uneventful and "normal."

Mom went to work the next day because it was payday. I found a pair of Moms panties hanging on the bathroom door. Mom is quite neat so this was unusual. Did she just forget or did she leave them on purpose? I held them to my face and inhaled deeply savoring Moms fragrance. Them I pulled my pud and made sure I came where the panties cradled Moms pussy.

I called a buddy and we went riding around town. I asked him outright if he heard about any teacher posing on the web. He smiled from ear to ear and said, "Ms. Turney." He told me that he new a couple of guys that whispered about her all the time. He asked what was going on and they showed him one night. He said she never shows her face but there are things to identify her. The most obvious is the birthmark on her shoulder. It looks like a little angel.

Then he said she always wears the same necklace and bracelet or watch she wore to school that day. He kept saying that she never shows her face. "Man, I wish she would show her face." He would say.

He told me some of the stuff she would do and it had the boys jerking for her.

He told me how to get to her webcam without paying or telling who you were. We passed the day with riding, swimming, talking and going to his house to slip a look at his Dads porn collection.

I went home well before Mom or Dad would be home. I was messing around in the living room and spotted a disk between the DVD player and the Sat Receiver. I picked it up and it was Moms video.

I became apprehensive and looked around quickly. Then I thought, copy it. I went to my room and started copying the disk when I heard someone. My heart stopped as I listened, thinking, "I'm caught." Someone knocked on the door and I checked to see who it was. It was a couple of those religious people that go around to peoples houses to convert them. I didn't answer the door and watched until they left.

I had just finished copying the disk and was returning it to the living room when Mom walked in. Quickly holding the disk out of sight, I froze.

Mom smiled and said, "Hi, There."

I shuffled around and moved as Mom passed by me heading down the hall. I quickly put the disk back and went to my room, sweating, over just about being caught.

Mom called me and said she forget a sack in the car and asked me to get it for her. I got the sack and brought it in to the kitchen and put it on the counter.

When I turned around, Mom said, "William, I have something for you." And she slowly removed her blouse. My mouth opened and I stammered, "Ah...Ah...Ah." "Like them do you," she giggled and slowly walked over to me. Her tits shook so beautifully.

"Ohhhh, Mmmmy." I muttered. As Mom reached me she took my hands and guided them to those wonderful tits.

I went, "OH!" And Mom sighed, put her arms on my shoulders and crossed her hands behind my head, and said, "Go ahead and feel them. That is what you want, isn't it?" Not sure I rubbed them gently with my hands. They were better than I imagined. Moms' nipples hardened and stuck way out.

I was hard. Those tits of my dreams were in my hands and, "They felt wonderful!" Easily, I pinched a nipple and Mom said, "Mmmm, your hands feel so good."

Then Mom grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I looked pleadingly into her eyes. She put my hands back, closed her eyes and sighed deeply. I bent forward and kissed a nipple. Mom moaned and I kissed the other one. Mom now had her hand on the back of my head gently holding me in place. Her other hand was caressing my back.

Each time I sucked Mom moaned. I don't know if it was my imagination or what, but, I thought I was getting milk. Oh! God! It felt good. After letting me suck a bit, Mom pulled me up and pressed those now wet tits into my chest. My arms went around her and I gently rubbed her back. With both hands holding my head she kissed me passionately. I came in my pants, shaking as I did so. Mom stepped back smiling. I stammered, "O...O...Oh, Shit!"

"You came in your pants, didn't you?" Mom stated. And she stepped in and gave me a quick kiss, poking me with those tits again. "That's OK, it happens sometimes. We need to quit now, so you go clean up and I'll get supper ready." ... "Your father will be home soon. Let's keep this to ourselves for now. Our little secret."

Your damn right I'll keep this a secret, I said to myself. Damn, I hope that wasn't it. I want MORE! For some reason I thought Dad would magically know what Mom and I did. So I was really nervous when Dad got home. I listened intently, hopeing I wasn't in trouble. All I heard was him asking, "Where's William?" Mom told him I was in my room. "Whew, Dads not mad," I thought.

At supper everything was normal with no hint of me and Mom today. When supper was over Dad reminded me to clean up. Life, as usual.

Nothing else happened that night. I stayed in my room and tried to play video games while my thoughts were of those fantastic tits. The way they felt in my hands, in my mouth. I was in heaven.

Mom told me of my viewing mistakes and she wasn't mad. She actually liked the fact that I was watching her. She said so. She even helped set things up for better watching which turned her on.

And then, OH "Shit!" she showed me her tits and put my hands on them. My dreams were coming true. Would there be more? I hoped so. I had wet dreams all night. I woke up after them and looked around to return to reality.

We all ate breakfast and talked as usual. When breakfast was over I started cleaning up and Mom walked Dad to the car.

Mom walked into the kitchen as I was finishing up and said, "We need to talk some more, don't we?"

I answered, "Yes," and added, "Tea?"

"Yes, please," Mom said as she sat down.

I brought the tea over and sat across from Mom.

"William," Mom chuckled, "William." As I looked in her eyes, slowly coming back to reality, she said, "You were staring at my tits.

Blushing, I said, "I'm sorry"

"That's OK Honey." She said. "Here, I'll give you something to look at while we talk." Then Mom unhooked and removed her bra without exposing herself.

Her t-shirt clung to her tits like a second skin. I could actually see her dark aureole through the material. And her nipples were pushing the material out.

Mom gave her chest a quick shake and giggled. As her tits stopped shaking, Mom said, "OK! Calm down boy. We need to finish our talk."

She then proceeded with, "Where was I? Oh yeah, Donna had finally gotten me to confide my fantasies, or at least, some of them. We started talking more and more on the phone. It proceeded to the point that Donna told me of her day at work. I accused her of making it up. Donna said, "Well, it could be a fantasy, or it might just be the truth. And, if it is the truth, wouldn't that be the best place to work?"

And she added, "Let me tell you what happened the day you saw me at the café. My boss and I went back to work and he called me into his office. He told me to remove my panties and come over to sit in front of him, on another chair. As I sat down, he dropped his pants and shorts. He told me to raise my skirt and use my foot again. I promptly did as told. As my toes touched his balls he started getting hard. I gently caressed his cock and worked my toes up and down his rapidly hardening shaft. A droplet appeared at the head of it and I massaged it with the ball of my foot.

My boss was leaning back and moaning. He then looked at my foot playing with his cock and said, "Use both feet." I then used both feet to work on his dick and balls.

From that point on he never took his eyes off of my feet. He was soon moaning and fucking my feet as they went up and down his shaft.

When he stiffened for ejaculation, I pulled his cock toward me and his first shot made it all the way to my panty covered pussy. A spurt, down my legs and finally finishing up with several globs on my toes, his cock pulsing in my feet, he finished up.

He was sitting there breathing hard and said, "That was intense."

I was still gently rubbing his now soft cock with cum soaked feet.

"Don't clean up," he said, "I want you like that all day." I put my heels back on, pulled down my skirt and went back to work.

Every so often, he would call me into his office and say, "Show me." I would put my foot on his desk in front of him. He could clearly see my, cum soaked toes and nylons around the thin straps of my heels. I would then slowly pull my skirt up to my waist so he could see the trail of dried cum up my legs to my pussy.

He always said, "Good, very good." Twice, he called me in to show another boss. And they said they would have to try that some time."

I told Donna that was a good story and she replied, "I have pictures."

One day Donna asked if I could go with her to a "Truck Stop" out of town. She didn't want to go there alone and she needed to meet a truck with some packages. I said I would and we met at the SuperCenter.

She jumped in my car and we drove to the truck stop. Donna bought lunch and we ate and talked until a guy walked up and asked if one of us was Ms. Mitchell.

I pointed at Donna and she raised her hand. He said he had some packages for her and asked her to pull around to the back of his truck. Well, I was driving, not Donna. So off we went.

As we pulled around to the truck parking area Donna said, "Now do you see why I don't like coming here alone?" The packages filled the trunk and back seat. The driver had Donna sign for them and gave her a copy of the bill.

Donna said, "Lets not go back yet," as I pulled away.

We went back inside and ordered more coffee. Donna said, "I really need to "Thank You" for helping me."

I told her to think nothing of it as she slipped under the table. I said, "Donna! What are you doing?" as I felt her hands on my thighs. Looking around quickly, I realized that we were in a back booth and no one could see us. Just then the waitress walked up with our coffee. She asked if my friend had left and I said, "Not exactly," trying not to squirm.

The waitress smiled and left as Donna was pulling me to the edge of the seat. I let out a low scream as Donna pulled on my panties. She had them off in a flash and stuck her hand up at me to take them. I grabbed them and stuck them in my purse, looking around nervously. Donna started licking my pussy and even though nervous, I responded.

Your Father ate my pussy at a restaurant once, but this wasn't your Father. It was feeling so good, and I moved forward a little more and slumped down a bit. I came biting on my finger so people wouldn't hear. Donna kissed her way down my thighs and popped back up on the seat.

I straightened up as Donna said, "You are so sweet. My boss will love licking your pussy off of my face. I told him you saw us that day at the café."

My car was full of packages so I had to take them to her office. Donna went inside to get help and returned with the same man, her boss, she was with at the café. He unloaded the boxes as Donna and I watched. When he finished, Donna pointed at me and said. "This is the friend I told you about. I've just eaten her pussy and it's all over my face."

Her boss inhaled deeply around her face and then looking at me said, "She smells heavenly." I was blushing deeply and fidgeting to leave, when he kissed Donna and started licking her face. "Ummmm, good." He said and wiped Donna' face with a tissue. Now, I was really nervous and moving to leave. But, Donna was kneeling down and unzipping his pants.

I froze thinking, "Is she really going to suck this mans cock in front of me?"

Her hand reached inside and retrieved his cock. She quickly licked the end of it and sucked it in her mouth. Donna' boss moaned and I watched as she sucked him to hardness.

She was mouthing his cock slowly and deliberately while looking straight into my eyes. I was mesmerized by the sight. Shortly his cock pulsed and he grunted. Still looking into my eyes Donna' lips, mouth, and throat were taking it all. Then after what seemed like an hour her lips released his cock. She put it back and zipped him up.

He turned and walked away as Donna said, "Job benefits are wonderful here." I couldn't believe what I had just seen. Donna guided me to my car and I took her back to the SuperCenter.

I drove home as fast as I could, took a shower, and passed out playing with my pussy."

I was staring straight ahead and didn't even see Mom get up. She had removed her skirt and was standing next to me with a bare pussy. As she gently turned my head, I came to, looking into her pussy. I was open mouthed and speechless looking at it.

Finally, Mom said, "Something wrong, William?"

Looking up I said, "OH, NO. Nothing wrong Mom. I...I just don't know what to do."

Mom moved a little closer and I could smell her pussy. The fragrance had me spellbound. I moved my face closer and my nose touched her pubic hair. I was lost, time was standing still. Slowly, my vision returned, as I felt Mom gently stroking the back of my head. I realized then that my tongue was slowly licking the top of her pussy. Mom was moaning lowly, obviously enjoying the movements of my tongue. I didn't want this to stop, lost in the emotional and physical sensations. Mom tasted so good. Then she slowly moved her hand between my tongue and that delicious pussy.

When the contact was broken Mom raised my chin and said "Let's get more comfortable." She stood me up and kissed me before taking my hand and leading me to the couch.

She sat down pulling me to my knees and quickly kissed me before leaning back into the couch. She had placed my hands on her thighs and with lust in her eyes said, "Go ahead, and eat me. Eat mommy's pussy."

I started rubbing my face on her thighs and softly kissing her smooth skin as I worked toward that spot I wanted badly. Mom's hands were in my hair rubbing my head and gently pulling me into her.

When I finally kissed her pussy Mom moaned loudly and pushed it up into my mouth.

All I knew was, I wanted to kiss, lick, and suck the whole thing. I started at the bottom and slowly licked up one outer lip, and then I quickly trailed the tip of my tongue down across and licked up the other outer lip.

Mom' pussy got real wet and she was moaning, "Yes. Yes. Yes. Eat Mommy's pussy."

I flattened my tongue on the bottom of her pussy and licked slowly up the center. Her outer lips puffed up and the inner lips I had just parted were bright red.

There was liquid oozing out at the bottom of the opening and I licked it up. It tasted smooth and lingered on my tongue.

I started licking and sucking at different spots along those engorged lips, before finally licking hard on her clit.

Mom shook rapidly and pulled my mouth into her, locking me in place. Her pussy gushed on my face.

"I made Mom cum!"

When Mom relaxed I licked up that tasty fluid and went back to doing what I had been dreaming of for some time.

I didn't want to ever stop. The emotions and sensations had me delirious. I moved my hands slowly up Moms stomach as I kept my mouth and tongue working on her delicious pussy.

As my hands went further up Moms body she was rolling her hips moving her pussy all over my face. I could barely keep up with her.

I moved my hands to her sides as she put her feet on my shoulders. Then she dropped her knees and her pussy became even more accessible.

I continued my actions, actions I enjoyed every moment of, slowing only to give long sucks on her clit.

Now it seemed like Mom was in a constant orgasm and the fluid flowed more than I could keep up with.

My hands were on the sides of Moms tits. Mom moaned, "Yes. Yes. Knead them. Pull them."

As I covered them with my hands Mom moaned and rolled her hips. I had noticed that Mom would thrust her pussy forward when I would stick my tongue in her pussy and lick up, curling my tongue up in the top of the slit and then licking up and over her clit.

Mom was fucking my tongue. If I pulled her nipples while doing it Mom had orgasm after orgasm.

I was hard as a rock, with my dick confined in my pants. The pressure was killing me.

Mom finally took my hands and moved them down away from her tits and gently pushed my face from her pussy as she said, "I can't take any more," weakly.

My face was covered with her cum and my hands were trying to free my throbbing dick. Mom was smiling at me as I said in a lust filled voice dick in hand, "Help me."

Mom said, "We can't fuck, yet. But I'll suck you off." And with that she got up and pushed me down on the couch.

As her lips parted and my dick entered her mouth I came uncontrollably. Mom quickly sank down on my dick and sucked hard while tickling my balls. As my spasms subsided Mom slowly eased my dick out of her mouth with her hand and said, "Mmmm delicious, I'm feeding you right." Then she added, "That was too quick you deserve a good blowjob after pleasing me the way you did."

I wasn't completely soft and Mom started working her talented mouth on me. In a few minutes she had me coming in her mouth again, this time looking me in the eyes as I shot spurt after spurt.

I was watching with lust filled eyes as my Mom sucked cum from my dick again. I started to lean up but Mom pushed me back and playing with my dick started kissing my inner thighs, the folds of my legs and my balls. I was hard again as Mom licked under my balls to my asshole.

I jerked and Mom snickered. She worked her way to the tip of my dick and swirled her tongue around it.

"Oh Man, How many times have I dreamed about her doing this," I thought.

Mom licked the head of my dick and opened her mouth slipping it inside. She flicked her tongue around the underside and slowly twisted her head. Looking me in the eyes she again worked her lips down my dick as her tongue massaged the underside.

I was getting harder due to the expert way she used her mouth. And it was driving me to another orgasm. Mom kept her eyes on mine as my entire length went into her mouth and her chin touched my balls.

I flinched as I thought I was going to cum again. But, Mom squeezed the base of my dick with her fingers and held still. She stopped my orgasm and slowly backed her mouth up my dick. When her lips touched the head she sucked and worked her tongue. Then she again started down my shaft. It was absolutely wild.

I now had my hand in Moms hair and was rubbing her head. Over and over she repeated her movements until I said, "Oh God! Mom I gotta cum. Please let me cum. I can't take it any more."

Mom let go of my dick and moved her head up and down slowly. I stiffened in orgasm and Mom pushed her face down on me working her lips, jaw, and throat.

I was now trying to fuck Moms face. It felt like I wasn't going to stop cuming. Jerking while my eyes went back and I went limp.

As I opened my eyes Mom was sucking the head of my now limp dick, getting the last drops.

I said, "I Love You." Mom said, "I Love You too Honey."

As I leaned forward to stand up Mom grabbed and kissed me. Then she whispered in my ear, "I hope you liked your blowjob. You deserved it after the way you ate my pussy."

"Oh God Yes, anytime you want Mom, any time you want."
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