Without any warning, my dad suddenly appeared at the kitchen’s edge.
“What’s going on in here?” He asked casually.
So he couldn’t see what we were doing. Mom stood back upright, but my cock stayed buried in her cunt.
“I thought I heard you moan Jenny. Are you okay?” Dad asked with concern.
Mom was quicker to answer him than I was.
“Jeremy just came in for a drink,” she nodded to the bottle on the counter dripping condensation down its sides, “and he surprised me with a hug, that’s all.”
Dad looked at us both, at mom then me standing behind her, my hands still on her shoulders. Mom spoke again.
“My neck is sore, so I asked if he could give me a … massage.”
I took this cue from her and began to rub my hands into her lower neck. With our other activities being unnoticed, I also jerked my hips forward, my pubic hairs buried in mom’s fleshy ass cheeks.
I heard mom’s faint gasp before she said, “Harder honey. That feels so good.”
I massaged her neck with exaggerated enthusiasm as I ground my dick forward again with more force.
“Oh yes! Just like that. You know how to make your mother feel better.”
I saw dad give us a strange look, but it didn’t appear that he realized anything. I pushed into mom again. She moaned out as my ‘massage’ covered for her vocal reactions to my stiff cock filling her pussy. While dad stood about eight feet away! He moved to the fridge and got a beer out. He gave us another stare, mom’s hands now atop mine.
“Yes dear, more of that! Right there! Oh yes!”
I felt mom was overdoing her mock and yet so real moaning. Dad shook his head and went back to the living room.
Mom and I stood without moving for a long minute before she took a step away from me, turned to take my arm in her grip, and pulled me out to the garage. Once the connecting house door was closed, she burst out laughing from the obvious nervous tension. There was a quiet emptiness in me, as if I had stared down death. I’m sure that wasn’t metaphorical either. I noticed my heart had been so frightened that it hadn’t even thought to beat faster. Maybe because most of my blood was still in my cock, which seemed unaffected, standing tall and wet from mom’s excitement.
“I can’t believe he didn’t realize what we were doing! And when you said harder, I almost had a stroke!”
“You gave me a stroke though! Be glad that he didn’t realize. That would have been the end for both of us! You did give it to me harder too! I almost screamed out right then!” She reached out and grabbed my dick and pulled me around her car that was parked there.
I followed willingly regardless of the hand gripping my member. Mom bent over the car’s hood, spreading her arms wide on the formed steel.
“Now finish what you started and fuck me good and hard!”
I needed no invitation, so I lifted her skirt, her panties still on her ass cheek, and slid back into her. With more distance between us and dad and the closed door also, I started to really give it to mom more enthusiastically. Her moaning came from her lips more freely, allowing herself to enjoy my pounding cock.