“No, don’t,” she said.
“Don’t what Mum? I…”
“Don’t cover yourself,” her grin was back but stayed a bit longer this time.
I don’t know why I chose this instant to be angry about the situation but I yelled, “What the fuck Mum, why did you come so early? You shouldn’t have…”
“I’m sorry baby, I couldn’t take the drilling at home any more, the noise was driving me mad so I thought I’d come round earlier, I never expected to be greeted in this way though.”
I was still angry, “Why the hell didn’t you call? Or ring the bell?”
“I did call but you were obviously otherwise… engaged,” she laughed at that.
I was more angry at myself than her but when she laughed it was always an infectious laugh that I couldn’t help joining in on.
“So how long have you and Carl been, you know?”
“Can I put some clothes on first before answering any of your questions?”
“Why? Look, sit here,” with that she pulled out a towel from my laundry basket and put it on the sofa, looking at the spot she just made for me as if it was ok for me to sit there naked in front of her with another man’s cum leaking from my plugged up arsehole.
“Mum!”
“Just sit down baby, I want to talk to you, you don’t need to cover up. It’s nothing I’ve not seen before anyway.”
Another flash of anger erupted, “You’ve not seen me with a massive toy in my arse and sperm leaking from me before!”
“I know, and I want to talk to you about it, you don’t have to be embarrassed. I’m not,” she said calmly.
I gave in and sat down, one hand still covering my shrunken wet cock, not daring to look in her direction.
“So, are you going to tell me how long it’s been going on for then?”
Carl and I were friends at school and started hanging out together from about the age of 14, nothing sexual happened between us back then. He moved away and we lost touch. We then randomly saw each other in town and were both pretty drunk. We were each with a group of friends but as the night went on it was just us two left. He came back to my place and we ended the night sucking each other in the 69 position on my living room floor, he stayed over and we basically spent the next two days fucking and sucking, since then it’s been pretty regular.
“We were about 22 when it started.”
“That’s a long time ago.”
“I know.” not wanting to say any more than I had to, I let her control the conversation.
“And does his wife know?”
My Mum knew Carl well because he was always coming round our house when we were kids, she also now knew his wife because of various family functions, barbeques and parties we had all attended over the years.
“No,” as far as I knew she didn’t but I couldn’t say for certain.
“You like it rough don’t you,” less of a question and more of an observation.
“Mum!”
“What? you do! it’s obvious. I was quite shocked when I walked in to see that baby.”
“Imagine how I felt when I saw you sitting on my sofa. How much did you see anyway?” I wasn’t sure at this point whether I wanted to know but I was starting to feel a bit more comfortable talking about it and even slightly aroused.