Chapter 249 Cock Teasing Mom(Taboo Sex):>Ep5

• "Maybe next time." The phrase sat in the back of my mind all the next day. What did mom mean by that? Was there to be a next time? And if there were would I fuck Monica if I had the chance? Silly question -of course I would - in a heartbeat! I had fantasies of mom, Monica and me on the same bed. Mom blond and tanned; Monica light skinned, freckled and with her long red hair - it would be a great contrast. But it was only fantasy and I knew it.
• My affair with my mother was not without an element of danger. We pretty much knew when to expect that dad would be coming home, but we sometimes got caught up in the heat of things and lost track of time. That was pretty much the case when two days after the Monica episode we were bouncing around on my bed when we heard dad's Kenworth pull up next to the house. Mom pushed me off her and made a mad dash for her bedroom. I watched as she took a large dildo out the bedside table and then ran back and closed the bedroom door. The front door slammed and I heard, "Honey, I'm home" and my mom hollered "I'm upstairs sweetie." My door was closed when dad came up the steps, but I could imagine what he saw when he opened his bedroom door and heard mom say, "Hurry up damn it, I expected you an hour ago." I could hear the noises coming from my parents bedroom and I thought that there was nothing in the world so cruel as to have a hot pussy suddenly pulled off of a hard cock and then have to listen to someone else fuck that same hot pussy. And then I had to laugh; who was I to deny my dad what was his, at least when he was home.
• I was hurting. Dad was home on one of his rare three-week layovers. Three weeks without pussy might not seem like a big thing to a lot of people, but I had gone overnight from virgin to two and sometimes three times a day, everyday and with dad home I was going through withdrawal. Mom could tell I was hurting, but she couldn't help. On Saturday morning I slept late and when I came downstairs I found Monica and her husband Dale having coffee with my folks. Monica's eyes followed me around the kitchen as I fixed myself some toast and cereal and whenever I looked over at her I got a little half smile almost like she was remembering my hands on her body. I sat at the breakfast bar and ate my breakfast and looked at her and I knew that if my dad and her husband weren't there I would have tried to fuck her. As I had that thought Monica looked over at me and blushed. Could she have read my mind?