He asked for time off from college, two days a week for two weeks. He promised it wouldn’t affect his work, so it was granted. So for the following two weeks Mark would take Tuesdays and Thursdays off to track, or trail his mother if she went out. Nothing happened in the first week, and Mark began to doubt his suspicions.
Then, in the second week, he followed her to the gas station, he watched her fill her car up, or rather the attendant did, and he seemed very personal and up close. His mother was also very friendly, and he could see her nodding when he asked her something, she looked at her watch, they spoke some more and his mother left.
Now Mark knew something was going on but what? He checked the time, it was 4.30pm, ‘this guy would be leaving work soon,’ he told himself, ‘I’ll wait and see.’ He saw the guy hurry out of the station at 5.15, he was washed and dressed in street clothes, he jumped into his car and drove off with Mark behind him. Sure enough 10 minutes later he pulled on to his parents drive and got out.
He ran to the door, opened it and went in, Mark was astonished, his mother would never let any one enter the house like that. He parked his car around the corner and walked back. He silently let himself in, no one was around, then he heard a clump, and giggles from upstairs. He quickly climbed them but stayed silent, now he was certain his mother was having it off with some one!
The door was open of course, there was no need to close it, Mark peered through the crack in the door and saw his mother on the bed, and the young man preparing for what could only be sex. They were almost naked; his mother was already nearly undressed waiting for him. And both excited and hurrying to get on with it. Mark fumed, ‘how fucking dare she!’
He strode into the room grabbed the man, and threw him across it, where he hit the wall hard, going up to him, he kicked him hard in the ribs, yelling. “Get out you scum bag, leave right now or I will fucking kill you! He roared. The man was terrified, mumbling and apologising; he got up and ran away.
Mark turned to his mother laying there with her tits exposed and nipples hard. All she had on was a skimpy thong, she was so shocked, she couldn’t move or speak. The look in her eyes was of sheer terror and shame.
“What the hell are you doing mom, why are you shagging someone like that, he can’t be much older than me!” he shouted, clearly upset. Sarah had seemed to forget she was nearly naked, she gabbled about something, her luscious body moving in time with her stuttering words.
Marks own eyes had fastened on her glorious tits and nipples, the bump of her pussy was pronounced, the lips of the aroused gash was clearly evident. Her fabulous lips were blood red with arousal still unsatisfied. His own prick hardened; suddenly he could feel the pressure from it. His youthful horny body took in the sight of his beautiful mother. The one he had grown up with, knowing every man she met wanted to seduce her.
His prick was becoming uncontrollable, “You want sex with a younger guy mom, is that it, are you a cradle snatcher mom, are you? Dad can’t do it for you any more hey, is that it? He can’t cut it in bed now mom hey? You need young blood mom, young flesh, nice hard young cock, is that it mom!” he was yelling at her. Sarah was mortified, she had been caught just as she had feared she would, but for her son to be the catcher, it destroyed her equilibrium.