He’d just watched the show, now he was paying for the highlights? That was better than fucking his wife? He didn’t seem to think this odd. Maybe it was me. No, that’s false modesty, it wasn’t me. It was him.
I was tired of doing the right thing.
“How long is the program dear?’
“Two hours, why?”
“Just curious, these wrestling shows certainly give you your bang for the buck.”
Pleased I’d said something positive about wrestling he said, “I never thought of it that way; you’re right.”
I kissed him atop the head, said “I’m going upstairs, do some work, I’ll see you after the show.”
* * * * *
I turned the upstairs hallway light off, tapped Todd’s door with a finger tip, not wanting to startle him, and said, “It’s Mom, your Dad’s downstairs.”
I heard movement, heard the blinds close, then my son’s voice, “What do you want?”
“Are they doing it?”
“Yes.”
“Let me in, I want to see.”
“Is the hallway light off?”
“Yes.”
“Mom, are you sure?”
“Yep.”
He opened the door, ushered me in, pointed to the foot of the bed, said, “That’s the best place to watch.”
“How long have they been at it?”
“Awhile. They’d started before I got here.”
I sat, he sat behind me, one of his legs running down the side of my body, the other folded between us. William — the kid had a great ass — was sprawled between his mother’s legs, eating her pussy.
I said, “We shouldn’t be watching.”
“No, we shouldn’t.”
“It’s bad.”
“It’s worse than bad, its wicked, we should be punished.”
I said, “You’re not helping, you know that?”
“Sorry, I’ll try harder next time.”
“Okay, now promise, this is our secret.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell.”
Milla’s eyes were closed, she was taking deep long breaths through her mouth; one hand rested loosely on her son’s shoulder, the other was on her breast, thumbing her nipple. Her lithe body undulated in long sexy waves.
“William loves eating her pussy, he can’t seem to get enough.”
I turned my head, looked over my shoulder. “Where did you learn to talk like that?”
“Sorry Mom, a couple of old friends, bad influences, I’ve stopped hanging with them, but I’d understand if you want to wash my mouth out with soap.”
I looked back out the window. William’s face was glued to Milla’s pussy, eating her with undisguised fervor. Milla, in turn, was rocking her ass, pushing her sex into William’s voracious mouth. Todd was right, this kid loved eating pussy and, from the look of it, he was damn good. I guess it comes with commitment, and practice.
“Good, you need to get rid of bad influences.”
William slid his hand under his head and fingered Milla’s sex.
“I’ll try.”
William covered Milla’s unoccupied breast with his free hand, squeezed the flushed flesh. She arched her back, filled his hand with tit-flesh.
What would it be like to be eaten with that kind of intensity?
Then Todd’s voice, seemingly out of nowhere, “Mom I need to shift position, my leg is falling asleep.”
I leaned forward, he straightened out his leg. I was sitting between his legs, my back resting on his chest, his hands atop my thighs.
Milla, fingers in William’s hair, holding him to her sex, was jerking her hips. William was up to the task; only a man stumbling out of a desert would drink with a rapacity that equaled his.