Kyle lay his hands lightly over mom’s lush hair, not believing what he was seeing and feeling. He held his head back and at an angle to get the best look possible, and he pulled a handful of hair away from her face so he could see his hard cock disappearing into his mom’s pretty mouth.
Mom pulled her mouth back, her lush lips stretched against him, until no more than the tip lay between her lips. And then she plunged back down.
Kyle threw his head back and moaned at the ceiling while mom serviced his dick, her head bobbing up and down wildly. The sensation was pure heaven.
Then they both heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door open down the hall. Carl’s heavy footsteps followed.
With one hand Kyle pushed on his mom’s head to keep her in place and stop her from moving, and with the other he gathered what he could of the blanket and threw it over her nude body.
Dad came walking woozily down the hallway and back into the living room. He stood in back of the sofa, just far enough away that Kyle didn’t think he could see the bulging blanket that shrouded mom on his lap.
Carl looked in an unfocused way toward the T.V. screen as though to decide whether there was anything there that required further watching. The T.V. show continued playing but none of them had any idea what was going on.
Carl pointed vaguely at the television.
“Did she ever find out what she was looking for?” he asked.
Kyle had no idea what his dad was talking about, but he decided to play along.
“Yeah, dad,” he said. “I think she’s right on top of it.” It was all he could think to say.
“Yeah, well,” Carl said, “That Angel always gets what she wants.”
“Yes she does,” Kyle said, trying to keep his voice steady.
Carl looked around the room.
“Where’s your mom?” he asked.
“Ahhh,” said Kyle, “I think she went to the laundry room to get something.” He was winging it.
That seemed to satisfy Carl, who wasn’t thinking clearly. He turned and headed toward his bedroom. He swayed a little as he walked.
“I’m going to bed,” he said. “Don’t turn the show off on account of me. You two just keep doing what you’re doing. See you in the morning.”
“We will, dad,” Kyle said. “Good night!”
When his dad’s lumbering footsteps grew quieter and Kyle could hear his parents’ bedroom door being closed, he threw the blanket off mom.
She looked up at him, still as a mouse, eyes wide, red lips still wrapped around his thick cock.
Kyle stared at his mom for almost a minute as she tended sweetly to him.
“Sit up, mom,” he said.
Mom was naked in front but the dress and bra still clung to her back. Kyle pulled them off her. Then he pulled off his shirt and threw off his shorts and briefs in a quick motion.
Kyle and Maddy sat naked together. Their bodies shone with a light film of sweat in the dim, flickering light coming from the television. The rest of the room lay in darkness.
“I can’t stand it anymore, mom,” Kyle said, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. “I have to fuck you.”
Maddy stared at her son, naked. Her breasts heaved with her deep breaths. An hour earlier it would have been unthinkable to hear what he just said to her, and she could not have imagined sitting naked with her son as she was now. But a lot could happen in an hour. Maddy knew now that he would fuck her, and she wanted him to fuck her.