My mind was spinning. ‘This can’t be happening.’ I thought to myself. ‘It’s adultery. It’s incest!’
Even so, I remained still, erection pressing against my pants. Even the way they spoke to each other was hot.
Brad took off mom’s panties and gave her vagina bush a little tap. He then grabbed her arms the same way he carried me into the room and pushed her onto her back. He rubbed his enormous penis against her bush, mom licking her lips, then he penetrated mom’s vagina to the point his own pubes were in friction against hers.
“Ooooh!” mom moaned.
Brad’s rhythm sped up, placing his hands under her buttocks and lifting her off the bed, causing the bed to rock. Mom supported herself by clutching the headboard. I squirmed in my seat, pondering whether I should rush out the door in embarrassment.
They changed positions. This time in the reverse cowgirl position. Facing me. Brad’s balls slapped against my mom’s vagina. I looked at mom in the face. She was looking at me with a sly grin on her face. I turned away in shame.
“Sam! You’re supposed to be learning here!” she bellowed.
I turned my head back. Brad’s huge penis accidentally popped out and a speck of pre-cum landed on my arm. Both mom and Brad laughed.
Brad sat up on the edge of the bed and mom slid off his penis. They had a sudden make-out session making pleasurable moans. Mom gave Brad a hand-job, her marriage ring and gold wristwatch blurring from the motion. Brad was fingering mom and playing with her bush, causing her to shiver.
Brad stood up, his penis inches from my face. Mom looked up at him lovingly, a look she had never given me or dad. Her hand gently caressed his arm, then he pulled her up. The couple, pretty much standing over me were in a passionate embrace. Brad’s penis was pressed against mom’s bush. Then out of nowhere, Brad grabbed her buttocks and lifted her off the ground. Mom’s leg narrowly missed my face.
“Haha, sorry sweetie!” mom told me.
He carried her to the other side of the room, mom smiling the whole time, and fucked her standing up. Mom looked almost petite against Brad’s muscular frame.
“Oh, god, Brad! Yes! Yessssssss!” mom squealed in delight. Her boobs bounced and chain necklace swayed from side to side.
“You like it, mom?” Brad smirked.
“Oh, Braaaad! George could… NEVER do this!”
Mom saying “Brad” in such a sultry way made my penis ache. I needed to release it from my pants. I momentarily hesitated, then I pulled down my pants.
I quickly regretted it, as they saw me grabbing my penis. Mom’s smile faded. She hopped off Brad’s penis and stormed across the bedroom to me. Her hands on her hips.
“Disgusting young man. Who said you could masturbate?” mom sternly said.
“I… uh…” I stammered.
“Come on mom, let him this one time.” Brad intervened. “He’s a growing man after all!”
‘Growing man?’ I thought. ‘I’m twenty-eight. Older than you!’
Mom turned to look at Brad, who was climbing onto the bed, then back to me. Her stern face softened.
“Ok, fine. Just this once!” mom said while ruffling my hair.