I knew my boyfriend was fooling around with his mom, and I loved it - Part 4: She let me watch

Mrs. Lawson spent most of the day like nothing had happened—like her face hadn’t been covered in her son’s cum right in front of me. She baked chocolate chip cookies. She sat on the dock and read a book under the sun. She smiled affectionately when I kissed Dave.

Once only, she asked if I was upset with her for sharing my boyfriend behind my back. When I said no—“I’ve been fantasizing about this for months”—she hugged me. And when she stopped hugging me, she walked out onto the deck, passing Dave, sliding one slow hand down the bulge in his shorts. She shot me a wink while she touched my man. As if to say: “I’m doing this for you too, Emily. But remember: he’s mine.”

I buried my head in my hands and whined. What else could I do? Everything she did turned me on. Mrs. Lawson the mom and Mrs. Lawson the seductress were not two separate people: she was always adoring, beautiful, and completely in charge. I quivered between my thighs like her palm had grazed my own body.

Dave and I whispered in bed that night, electric with excitement. “I can’t believe this is really happening with your actual mom,” “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier,” “It’s okay, I love it,” “Are you sure you want this,” “Are you sure,” “Yes,” and “Definitely yes.”

“She looked so good naked,” I said under my breath while Dave kissed my neck and grabbed handfuls of my tits through my t-shirt. (Emo readers will be pleased to know: it was a My Chemical Romance tee.) “Her skin was so smooth… Her nipples were perfect. So little and pink on those big… mmm… heavy…”

“Like yours,” Dave whispered, gnawing at my earlobe, jaw, neck. He unclasped my bra and groaned happily when his palms grazed my nipples.

“You think I look like her?” I swallowed hard, flustered by the highest compliment. Images of myself living her life flashed through my mind: making dinner in an apron that hugs my waistline; trembling underneath my son while he fucks me behind his girlfriend’s back; smiling when the guys across the lake whistle at my body; kneeling on the bathroom floor for cum.

In reality, I dragged my palm slowly across his cock through his boxers, wondering if my caresses could compete with Mrs. Lawson’s. I could barely contain my smile: his cock started fighting out of those shorts.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, “while you teach me how to fuck like her.”

Dave smiled into our kiss and shook his head. “She wants to teach you herself. I told her we’d wait.” He gripped the back of my hair and pulled me away from his lips, staring intensely. My heart knocked hard inside my chest. “But maybe if you ask her, she’ll give you permission.”

I should have been furious.

Instead, wetness crept along my thighs.

“Dave…” I said, grinding involuntarily and anxiously against him, “I’ve never been so turned on in my life. It scares me.”

I wasn’t being dramatic. In those days, I didn’t know that something as fleeting as sex, or as taboo as incest, could occupy my thoughts all day and night. I worried: What if I can’t go back to normal? What if I keep craving more?

However prescient those thoughts may have been, they dissipated when we heard Mrs. Lawson arguing on the phone in the next room.

Her agitated voice carried through the thin walls: “How was I supposed to know you’d be home tonight? You’re never home, you’re always out with… Hello? Hello?” There was a faint dial tone, a moment of silence, and the heartbreaking sound of the world’s sweetest mom, sniffling.

I threw some panties on and followed Dave to the lounge room, where we found her on the couch, hands over her face. It was almost darker inside than outside. There was a loon call from the lake, and some crickets on the moonlit deck, and the sound of someone trying not to cry. Dave put his arm over her shoulder and asked if she was okay. She insisted it was nothing. I brought her a tissue, and her grateful smile almost made me cry, too.

“Your dad can be such a bastard,” she told Dave. The only explanation we got.

“Was that about me?” he asked. “Does dad know?”

“No, sweetheart. It’s not you.” She wiped her eyes and smiled up at him, fixing a rogue strand of his hair that had fallen over his forehead. “It’s the same old problems for years and years. Thank god he gave me you.”

Dave wrapped her up in a protective hug. She reached for my hand and pulled me into their embrace. “I’m sorry for being so silly,” she said to me. It was the first and maybe only time I saw her blush.

I shook my head. “You’re not silly,” I said. “You’re one of the strongest, most amazing women I’ve ever known.” Her embarrassment doubled, but I continued: “I’m serious. I want to be just like you. You’re supermom.” That knocked a giggle out of her. I pointed to Dave. “Did you see how much he came today? Only supermom could make a man cum that much.”

Mrs. Lawson laughed, resting her head against my chest. I had an intrusive thought about her kissing me on her way back up. Dave laughed too, clearly proud of me for lifting her mood.

“Dad’s an idiot,” he said. “He’s never appreciated what he’s got.”

Our compliments hit like a knockout punch: Mrs. Lawson looked dotingly at me, then at her son. She pet the back of his head, and with one last sniffle, pressed her plush lips to his.

One kiss became two, then three. She gave him her tongue, inching it forward for slow, lingering return trips. I stared longingly next to them as their mouths parted more, opening wider, taking and giving more tongue, getting hungrier for each other. Dave grabbed her hip to pull her in tight, and Mrs. Lawson sucked a deep breath through her nose as his firm, shirtless chest squashed her softness between them.

I didn’t realize I was doing it, but I groped my own breast—like I was trying to feel exactly what she felt. She reached for my face, rubbing one thumb across my cheek while they made out. When he grabbed her ass, I nearly moaned. I had to cover my mouth to keep quiet.

Dave opened one eye to look up and down my desperate body, drinking up my lust like it was his own. He gave her bottom lip a little gnaw and said, “Sleep in our bed tonight, mom.”

She cooed. “Of course, baby.” She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing all her gloriously pale curves, propped inside a deep purple bra. She up-and-downed me in my t-shirt and panties, smiling and self-satisfied when she noticed my hand against my breast. My eyes begged her: for a “good girl,” or a “beautiful,” or even the reassurance that she liked watching me cum that morning. Instead, she stood up and teased me without mercy: with silence and sex.

She pulled her tights down around her ankles, bending her ass just inches from my face. Her cheeks were large, firm, round, and so painfully close. The sweet scent of her wet pussy washed over me through her thong. I was salivating—truly salivating so much I swallowed out of necessity—imagining her juices on my tongue. I wanted to hold her hips, bury my face between her cheeks, show her I could please her just like Dave if she taught me how… but I wouldn’t dare move without her orders.

Dave’s big hand gripped as much of that cheek as it could, and together they walked towards the bedroom, Mrs. Lawson’s meaty thighs trailing away into the dark.

I sat alone, mouth probably hanging open in awe. I was prepared to sit there and listen to them fuck all night when she said, “Come, Emily. You’ve been so patient.” A pale hand reached through the dark door frame, waiting to be held. Her voice was quiet: “I want to teach you how to love him.”

I latched onto her arm in seconds.

In bed, she cuddled Dave chest to chest, mouth to mouth, while I lay next to her and watched, tingling all over. A few stray rays of moonlight turned the bed into a blur of immaculate white sheets and soft, writhing flesh. She pulled me against her warm, groped curves: until I was spooning the woman of my dirtiest dreams. I was so close to her perfection I could smell the floral perfume, spritzed behind her ears. So close that when Dave pulled her thong down—inch by inch, down over the hills of her plush, pale ass—his thumbs grazed my thighs on his way. Mrs. Lawson tugged my hand in-between their kisses, and sucked my unworthy finger.

My hips twitched against her.

“Honey, you’re shaking!” she said, clasping my trembling hand.

I hadn’t even noticed. “Please keep going,” I said. “I’m so nervous. I’m so horny. I feel like I’m—” going to faint, but also—“I feel like I’m you, beside him. I want to learn what it’s like. Please teach me.”

She dropped a seductive giggle into Dave’s kisses, guiding my shaking hand down his abs.

“David tells me you haven’t been with many men,” she whispered, closing my grip around the base of Dave’s cock. She maintained a firm hold on my hand and pumped it slowly upwards, lathering her spit onto every inch through my fingers. Dave groaned happily and dug into her hips. “So you may not know that my son’s cock is large. One of the largest his mother has ever taken.”

“I love you,” he whispered.

I almost replied until she beat me to it, whispering: “I love you, too.”

She guided my hand back and forth over his cock as it throbbed in our hands. I gasped genuinely, feeling as though I was appreciating it for the first time. Mrs. Lawson was right—I was so inexperienced at twenty that I didn’t know how lucky I was with Dave. Looking back, I remember its impressive thickness and gentle upwards curve. I remember how effortlessly it found the back of my pussy whenever we fucked. How every thrust tenderized my G-spot, over, and over…

Mrs. Lawson was experienced. She already knew it all.

“Because he’s so big…” She slipped my fingers back into her mouth for another suck and a pleased “Mmm,” as she tasted him on my skin. “You both need to be nice and wet, or it might hurt.”

“It does hurt sometimes,” I said.

She ignored me, twisting my hands in circles as we pumped his cock. “Don’t just move up and down. Curl around him like this: watch how he reacts.” Dave twitched, moaning into her chest. He spanked her ass—so close I felt the air and echo against my thigh. I whimpered against Mrs. Lawson’s back. “See? Good girl! You’re going to make him cum early if you’re not careful.”

She giggled and pumped a little faster, torturing the two of us with Dave’s ecstasy. I closed my eyes and imagined I was mommy. Twisting around the base of my son’s cock, and back up. Teasing his balls with one quick grope. Tracing the veins on his shaft. I thought the fantasy alone made me tingle—but opening my eyes, I found Mrs. Lawson grinding back, slowly; ass nestling back against my wet panties.

“Hold on to your cum,” she whispered to Dave. “Not yet. Emily wants to see you bury it inside me.” Dave nodded with me, and buried his face in her breasts, practically panting. She took pity, slowing our shared circles around his hard, leaking tip. “Aww… I know, sweetheart. This is torture for you, isn’t it? I only wanted to show her your favorite for a few seconds. You’re doing such a good job holding back.”

Her tone wasn’t low or raspy, like the dominant women I’d seen in movies. She sounded sweet, and all the more seductive because of it. Her voice commanded everyone and everything in the room, so lovingly thick in the air that when she whispered, I could almost taste the honey in her voice. Mrs. Lawson had given up on being anyone but Mrs. Lawson long ago.

I felt my heartbeat pulsing in my clit. “I had no idea he liked those little circles on the head,” I said, breathing in her perfumed hair, meeting her slow grinds with my own. “Thank you for teaching me. I want to learn everything. Please.”

She gave my hand back and said, “Use those talented fingers on yourself now, sweetheart. David’s going to make love to me.” Her leg rose into the moonlight. She held her son’s face, making sure he felt loved; making sure he received every instruction. “And because he’s so big, he can take me right here on our sides. Are you flexible, Emily?”

My fingers were already on my clit as she wiggled her toes. I was flexible like Mrs. Lawson. Through clenched teeth, I said, “Mhm.”

She purred approvingly. “You’ll have to show me someday.”

Dave pushed his cock inside.

“I’m cumming,” I groaned. “I’m already cumming. Fuck, I didn’t mean to—…”

It wasn’t Dave that sent me over the edge. It wasn’t the sound of his balls hitting her thighs with a clap. Not even Mrs. Lawson’s ass, rippling backwards against me with every pump of his cock—rolling her curves against me over, and over—could make me cum that fast.

I came because I’ll have to show her, someday. I came because she wants to stare at my body, too.

Mrs. Lawson giggled through her moans and reached back to pet my masturbating hand. “That’s my girl. You really do love this! I never knew there was such an adventurous young woman buried behind that sweet face.”

When her hand left mine, my orgasm pushed me forward, pressing against her ass, wanting to be close, closer, closest.

She held Dave’s face and kissed him. “You picked a good girl, sweetheart.” He thrust harder. She whimpered, then whispered, “Fuck your mommy.”

Everything moved faster. His thrusts, each clap, her rippling, and her jolts backwards, pressed into my hips. Dave’s breath hitched. “Hold on—hold on, I…” He pulled his cock out, jaw dropped, huffing. “I almost…” And he thrust back inside, bedsprings creaking.

Mrs. Lawson looked back over her shoulder and smiled at me, inches from my lips. “I’d teach you how much he likes the word ‘mommy…’” she said, glancing at my mouth. Another moan escaped me. “But you already know it’s his favorite word.”

She held my gaze for a few silent seconds. If she had asked me to kiss her, I would have been happy with her lips and nothing else until sunrise. But something pulled her eyes away: something vibrating on the bedside table.

Bzzt.

She pushed Dave onto his back and straddled him, peering at her bedside cell phone. With a roll of her eyes, she read the caller ID: “Your father.”

A Nokia flip phone buzzed across the bedside table. While Dave gripped his mother’s hips, his dad kept buzzing. Bzzt. Nagging. Bzzt. Demanding attention while Dave throbbed against his mom’s pussy lips. Bzzt.

Mrs. Lawson was stern: “Both of you, quiet. David: don’t stop making love to me.”

I covered my mouth, breathing her scent off my palm. She was really going to answer. The unspoken title of my next lesson: affairs can be fun.