I was pissed on my way home from the Perez's.
Wicked pissed.
So pissed I wasn't thinking.
That's an important detail because, as you can imagine, for the Club to work properly everyone involved had to respect
certain schedules and that usually meant that when one son was out 'taking care of business'. . . someone else was at his
place taking care of some other business. It was an unspoken agreement. And as Susan so cheerfully pointed out, it was her
son Bruce who was currently the guy 'taking care' of my mother's business.
I wasn't thinking, so I didn't notice his car parked a block away. I wasn't thinking, so I didn't remember about Dad working
late or my sister at a sleepover. I wasn't thinking -- and I came in the front door -- so I didn't notice the 'signal' on
the back door.
Wearing only boxers and a t-shirt (thanks to my mad dash out of the Perez's house) I was trying to make it to my room as
quietly as possible.
I was halfway up the front stairs before I noticed a familiar sound . . . the sound of a woman's pleasure. I froze on the
stairs as the half-heard noise stopped. I heard a muffled, "Hello?"
My mom's voice. Nervous.
"Someone home?"
Slow agonizing seconds ticked by. I heard a faint giggle and the creak of a mattress spring.
I began to take slow, silent steps up the stairs.
The house was dark except for the shaft of light from the door to my parent's bedroom falling on the hallway carpet.
Hasn't anyone ever heard of closing the goddamn door?
I stood at the top of the stairs and peered through the minute opening.
I've only met a handful of people who've actually seen their mother being fucked. Mom and Dad get careless, or a single mom
and her boyfriend forget what time somebody acutally get's home from soccer practice. Still, it's the kind of thing most of
us go through life trying NOT to see . . . or even fucking imagine. And even in those rare cases, you never end up actually
seeing it. It's all 'Oh shit!' and slamming doors or throwing the sheets over themselves. You don't see the act itself. Not
all of it . . . in all it's sweaty, kinky, tawdry glory.
Except for me.
As I stared through the crack in the door I saw everything. Bruce Townsend was the high school quarterback. Tall, lean,
six-pack abs -- the whole deal. And now I was standing in the fucking hallway watching as he sat on the edge of my parents
bed while my mother -- down on her knees on the floor -- lowered her head into his fucking lap. And then watched some more as
her head began to bob up . . . and down . . . hungrily on his big fat dick. Watched as he ran his fingers through her dark
brunette shoulder-length curls. Watched him push her head down further onto his prick.
You think it would make you sick. You think it would make you puke right there on the rug or run in and throw your fist
through his face. It didn't though. It just made me watch.
My mother, wearing a purple nightie, was working his rod like a champ. Bruce wasn't the longest but he had one majorly thick
dick and it was crowned with the most swollen, enormous, flaring cockhead I have ever seen.
He moaned, "Mmm Tracy, that's so good. Fuck, I swear this is the best head you've ever given me."
Without even coming up for air I watched as she slipped the straps off of her shoulders, revealing her ample tits. They were
round and pale with big round nipples. Hard nipples. Jeezus, I can't actually be checking out my mom's fucking tits, can I?
She pulled his johnson out of her mouth and rubbed the head on one of her nipples as she gazed up at him.
No. This isn't fucking happening. My fucking dick is not getting hard watching this.
But it was.
"You give me so much to work with" she purred "But nobody sucks Bruce's amazing, beautiful cock better than I do." Grasping
his throbbing fuckstick in her hand she leaned forward and licked his fat ball sack.
My dick was straining against my boxers. I covered it with my hand unconsciously.
She climbed into bed and Bruce began sucking on her tits as they groped one another. He climbed on top of her and she
giggled again.
Oh, no.
Here it comes.
Her hands slid down his back until they covered his ass. She gave him a double
handed squeeze.
"Oh, baby. I want you in me so bad."
From my angle I could only see his back and ass and her legs wrapped around his waist. I saw him reach down between his legs
and his hips thrust.
"Mmmmmmmmmm."
He was in her.
My cock literally burst through the fly of my boxers. I grasped it in my hand.
Bruce started to fuck her with long deep strokes.
"Mmm. Ohh. Mmm. Yes. Ahhhhh. Faster. Yeah. Oh yes. Yessssss."
Her feet dangled in the air as he pumped her. My hand began to slide up and down my own hard shaft.
"Oh fuck. Give it to me Bruce."
The faster he fucked her the faster I stroked.
"Ahh. Ahh. Yeah baby! Ohmigod your dick feels so good. I want to feel your dick so deep in my pussy!"
He had one of her legs up on his shoulder now, her hand squeezing his shoulder so hard her knuckles were white.
"Oh yeah. Roll me over."
She got onto her hands and knees, their bodies now sideways to me across the bed allowing me to see all of it. He entered
her again and her head sank to the mattress. "Oh goooooood your dick feels so goooood!" I watched as his hips slammed into
her round curvy ass, fucking my mother with his Coke-can cock. The purple nightie still clung to her waist and her tits
jiggled and swung wildly as he pounded away.
My hand eagerly worked between my legs, milking my engorged member for all it was worth. This is what I was after all. A
guy who went around fucking other peoples wives . . . and mothers. The kid who gave the neighborhood soccer-moms the fuck of
a lifetime whenever and however they wanted it.
"Ohhhhhhhh I'm -- gonna -- oh god yes -- I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmminggggggggggg!!!!" my mother yelled.
My dick spasmed unexpectedly in my hand, shooting a white stream of cum which splashed against the door and fell onto the
carpet as I stoked vigourously, knees shaking.
"Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuck -- meeeeeeeee!"
I rubbed away the stream on the rug with my bare foot as Bruce fuck-fuck-fucked my mother all the way through her trembling
orgasm. As I turned to run and hide I heard the prelude to his own finish: "Right now! Oh, I want you to cum so deep in my
pussy right now. Right-- fucking --now!" I heard him groan hard and loud as he came (that, I didn't need to see) as I tip-
toed down the stairs and slipped outside into the garage and into my car.
I sat there in numb silence. I heard the back door open and close. I heard the shower go on upstairs. Minutes later I
heard the TV go on in the living room.
Like I said before, I've only known a few people who've seen their mothers getting fucked. Nobody I know, no one, has ever
watched them brought to a trembling, screaming, scorching-hot fucking orgasm right in front of you on their hands and knees.
Oh well.
Welcome to the Club.
More to come. . . | 
I bow to your story writing...
