Gary Johns: A Mother’s Mistakes

Allison was still rushing around when the doorbell rang.

Jason was at the door.

The sexy woman checked herself in the mirror one last time. The white blouse looked normal unless one saw it in the light. Then it would be apparent that she wasn’t wearing a bra and the silky material did nothing to hide her naked flesh. The tiny short skirt barely covered the cheeks of her ass and left a long expanse of bare thigh between the hem and the top of her nylons. The four-inch high heels emphasized and defined her long legs, all the way up her strong thighs where they disappeared under the pleated material. Off course she wasn’t wearing panties. At Jason’s orders she had put her hair into two braids that were held at the ends by pink ribbons. It all led to the appearance that she was a young and naughty schoolgirl… a naughty schoolgirl whose swollen and mature sex lips were dripping juice down her thighs as she walked down the stairs.

Chris used his cell phone to call home but gave up when he got the answering machine for the third time. He wanted to tell his mother that he was coming home tonight instead of staying with Jeff. He had come down with the flu and was sick in bed. Chris didn’t leave a message for his mother, assuming that she wasn’t home from work yet.

It was dark when he pulled into the driveway. There was a car sitting in front of the garage that he didn’t recognize it. He parked next to it and got out, wondering who was at the house since his Mom hadn’t said anything about a visitor.

The car was an expensive Mercedes model, sleek and black. That wasn’t unusual in their upscale neighborhood, but he still didn’t recognize it. He glanced inside but couldn’t see anything that would indicate who the car belonged to. When he looked at the house, there didn’t seem to be any lights on inside. A weird feeling suddenly came over him… almost a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. While he wasn’t a suspicious person by nature, something didn’t seem right.

He opened the front door and closed it again as quietly as possible. He then walked gently through the large foyer, glancing first into the kitchen and then the living room, finding no one there and no lights on in any room. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from down the hall in the vicinity of the family room. His heart skipped a beat as he slowed his pace and tiptoed closer to the noise. There it was again. It sounded like moans of pleasure. He halted for a moment before moving again, feeling like a sneak in his own house. Turning to the side, he placed his back against the wall and inched forward. Then he squatted down and moved his head far enough out to look into the room. Like all the other rooms, the family room was dark. However, a fire was roaring in the fireplace throwing eerie shadows onto the walls. A sudden gasp caught in his throat. On the sofa were two people. One of them was his mother… or at least he thought it was; her outfit was like nothing he had ever seen her wear. As his eyes adjusted, he realized with shock that it was in fact her. And, she was kissing someone that was definitely not his father.

"That was so naughty of you to take your panties off at your desk at work today," the guy said as he pulled his lips away with a loud smack.

"Yes, it was," Allison answered breathlessly.

Chris recognized the voice of his mother, but it sounded strange, almost meek. He strained his eyes at the embracing couple and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Up until that point of his life, he had never seen his mother as anything but his mother. Sure she was pretty… maybe even sexy, but she was his mother and sons don’t look at their mothers that way. Now, he saw her sitting on the sofa with a stranger, wearing… well he wasn’t sure what kind of outfit she was wearing… and kissing a stranger. She had on high heels, which he rarely saw her wear, a very short skirt, which she never wore, and a white blouse. Her hair was braided. She looked like a teenager. What the hell is going on, he wondered?

"Open your blouse for me," the man said.

Without protest, Allison began to unbutton her blouse.

Chris' eyes opened wide as he stared into the dimly lit room and watched his mother’s fingers open one button at a time until the blouse was hanging open by an inch or so, still hiding her breasts but revealing the insides swells. He almost passed out when the guy reached over and pushed open the blouse, exposing both of his mother’s breasts. Suddenly a log crackled in the fire and the resulting flare sent bright light into the room. The light flashed off her breasts, revealing the soft white flesh and hard brown nipples.

"Mmmmm, very nice," the stranger said and reached over to cup one orb in his palm. Then he took the nipple between his thumb and index finger and squeezed, bringing a gasp from Allison. "You like it when I squeeze your nipples hard, don’t you?" He squeezed harder.

Allison gasped again and hissed, "Yes," through clenched teeth.

"Spread your legs for me."

Allison obeyed, opening her legs as wide as she could, throwing the short skirt to the top of her thighs.

Fortunately the crackling of the fire continued to cover the gasps that slipped from Chris’s mouth. He couldn’t believe that he was staring at the bare crotch of his mother. Even more incredible, he saw that her sex lips were totally devoid of hair. The fireplace light showed a sparkle of juice on the obviously swollen inner lips. The outer lips were large, smooth, and puffy, unable to hold the inner lips inside.

Chris wasn’t naive about sex, but he was still a virgin, at least technically. He and his girlfriend, Melissa, had engaged in manual and oral sex… or at least he had performed oral sex on her… she refused to do it to him, but always accommodated him with a hand job. However, he had eaten her many times, which he loved to do, and therefore had learned a good bit about the female sex anatomy from up-close. But this was his mother’s sex he was staring at… it wasn’t right. In spite of that, incredibly, he began to get an erection.

The guy slipped his hand between Allison’s legs and began to rub her swollen lips. "Ah, very wet indeed. You are such a slut aren’t you Allison?"

"Yes, I’m a slut," Allison gasped as her hips began to move on the sofa. "Ohhhh!!!" she suddenly cried as a finger found her hole and slipped inside.

The guy bent his head and took one already hard nipple into his mouth.

Chris watched in shock and mortification as the stranger pumped his finger in and out of his mother’s willing hole. She spread her legs wider for him. He could hear the squishing sounds from his moving finger over the crackling fire, dissuading any doubts that he had with regard to her level of excitement or complicity.

For a long time the stranger worked on Allison, sucking one breast and then the other before adding another finger to her wet hole.

Allison’s cries grew louder as she drew near a climax. It didn’t take long since she had been worked up all day. Now, her hips lifted frantically from the sofa, taking his fingers as deeply as she could. "Yes, yes, yes," she gasped. "Oh God, I’m going to cum. Mmmmmmmm." Her body tensed and then began to convulse.

Chris watched with his mouth opened in amazement as his mother climaxed in front of him. He was stunned and shocked beyond belief. His head was spinning with so many feelings that he could hardly think. Yet, his penis throbbed and threatened to shoot off in his pants.