Thanks of Pete

Note : This story is completely fictional!

This story which I am about to narrate to you happened about six or seven years ago. I have not told another soul about what happened between me and my mother, the only reason I am doing this is because I cannot restrain it inside of me any longer. There have been some modifications that I have made because I do not remember every thing that happened.
This is probably the most bizarre thing I have said in my life but if it were not for my friend, I would never have had a chance of getting it on with my mother. It is bizarre is it not?

I was eighteen and I was in college, it was my second year there and it wasn’t so tough I had a lot of time on my hands and the syllabus was simple enough to get through. The college which I went to was not far away from my house it was around 25-30 kilometers away from my parent’s home, it wasn’t like I wanted to be close to home but it was a good college and by coincidence it was near my home town. I usually came home once every month or so just to catch up with my friends and stuff. It was in the middle or ending of May that I came home just as I did every month. I had barely been home three days when my father miserably told that he and my mother were separating, I asked my mother if this was true and she said it was, they both felt like it was no longer working and they needed to stop pretending. The only reason I got was that the love had disappeared between the two of them. My mother wanted to move away as soon as possible and she wanted to get a job so that she could start her life over. They told me that they had already filed for divorce in April but were very uncomfortable to tell me.

Heartbroken and depressed I went back to my college, my mother moved to an apartment about ten minutes away from fathers place. What I didn’t know at the time was she had moved into a building right next to another building in which one of my best friends lived. I later found out that he had seen her on the street and had helped her move her things inside. My friends name was Pete and we had been friends for the past 18 years or maybe more, he was working with his brother as a sales representative for air-conditioning units at their family store.

Pete was a good person I had known him very well, he didn’t go to college not because any institutes didn’t accept him but because their family had quite a fortune and he was interested in their business so he decided to stay back in town. My mother told me that she moved all the stuff and had done so using Pete’s pick up truck. She had moved out on a weekday to try and avoid my father while he was at work. I was happy that Pete was there for her to help her out since I couldn’t get out of class as I had my exams. I knew she wanted to get a job and start off fresh but for a woman who got married at the age of 18 and had a baby at 19 it was going to be difficult since my father always took care of her.
My mother was a very attractive woman although she was 37 she looked very young, she was tall about 5’7 or something, she had long blonde hair which flowed down to her lower back. She was not just good looking but she was also very sweet and loving. I knew she was having a very tough time without my father and the same went to my father, I was still hoping that they would get back together somehow soon hopefully.

It was after my exams were over that I finally had a chance to visit my parents and see how they were doing especially my mother. It was the middle of June when I called my parents and told them I was coming home to visit both of them. My father sounded really depressed and sad as he spoke on the phone but to my amazement, my mother seemed to be happy when she talked to me. I though she might be putting up an act to make me think everything was ok but I wasn’t sure she actually seemed happy. It had been maybe fifteen or twenty days since mom had moved into her new apartment.

I went to my mother’s house a day earlier than I had told her I was coming. I went to Pete’s house before I went to my mothers just to see how he was doing but he wasn’t home. Pete’s truck was parked just outside of his house but he was not home, I was a little surprised, as he was not answering his cell phone either, it kept going to voice mail whenever I called him. I decided to go to my mothers place after waiting for a while, I walked to her door and as I was just about to knock. I turned the knob to my surprise it was unlocked, the door was closed but It was unlocked. I walked into the house and just before I was about to yell out to my mother letting her know I was home I heard some loud moans and a slight squeaking noise coming from her room. I knew exactly what was happening I had hoped I was in the wrong house or it was my father she was with but I noticed my photo on the coffee table so it was here house.

Now I knew I had to leave right now, whatever she did was her business as the divorce was settled but I couldn’t resist the urge to see who it was, I was still hoping it was my father. Then as I moved closer to her bedroom to catch a peek, I heard a soft voice quickly say “Oh, yeah baby. Suck it harder.” I knew it wasn’t my father and now I felt my stomach turn inside out in repugnance. I could still not resist and I moved closer to see who it was. I closed in on the door and I was open about one third, I hugged the wall and moved close enough to shove my head in to catch a glimpse. What I saw was Pete standing next to the night stand while my mother kneeled down in front of him completely naked clutching his cock in her mouth and shoving it deeper and deeper like some common street whore.

The sight was unbearable seeing my mother kneel down to suck my best friends cock as she rubbed herself feverishly. All I could do was stare at them like a zombie, they couldn’t see me as they were facing each other away from the room and they were excessively occupied in their act. My mother rubbed herself furiously as she tried to shove more and more of his cock into her mouth. Pete had both his hand on my mom’s head pushing her further and further towards his crotch. Pete was breathing hard and gasping for air while my mother frantically tried to swallow him. She finally released her grip on his cock and couched loudly and took a deep and loud breath in, she looked at him and smiled as all her spit flowed down her mouth and towards her chest. Long sticky strands of spit flowed down like thick gobs of juice. She coughed as if she was sick but she wasn’t it was from deep throating him like an animal. She looked at him pulled his cock downwards and said “That’s enough lets fuck now Pete.” She got up to him, pulled his head towards her, and gave Pete a slutty french kiss. As she shoved her tongue deep into his mouth I had enough I just walked away, I could not bare the sight of Pete fucking my mother.

I walked out the door and as soon as I was out of her house I started running back to my car, I got in turned on the radio as loud as I could trying to think of something else but the image of my mother and Pete was stuck in my mind. I never thought this could happen and I never thought my mother would be so slutty acting like a regular side road whore. I always saw her as a conservative woman. I went back to the mental image of them, which was now permanently stored in my head, I stopped the car and shook my head vigorously but it was still there. I closed my eyes and there was the image of Pete burying his fat and chunky cock in my mother’s vagina right now, as I was thinking about all this as I drove around town meaninglessly I looked down and I had an erection on top of all that had happened I was now horny. I could not believe how my mother worked that cock; it was as if she a porn star or something, she moved it in and out like she was sex starved for years.
What surprised me a lot along with the obvious was that she had completely changed her appearance. She had gotten a new haircut, her long curly blonde hair was now short straight golden blonde hair. The last time I had seen her she had hair down to her ass. It had been the same way since like forever. My father had probably not seen her in this new condition as she lived in the far corners of the town away from our old house. I don’t know how he would react to seeing her new haircut not to mention her new interests.

I drove around for about an hour or so until I finally went to my father’s house, I could not possibly go back to my mothers now. I went into the house and there on the sofa sat my father watching T.V, He would have had a heart attack if he knew what my mother was doing only a couple of miles away. He welcomed me home with a hug, he asked me if I wanted something to drink, he asked me how I was. I pretended I was ok; I was most definitely not ok. He asked me if I had talked to my mother and how she was doing, I told him I hadn’t seen her or called her. I went to my room and I had to take a cold shower and lay on my bed to relax, my head was still confused and bewildered from all that had happened.

I went to sleep and decide the next day I was going to confront her about what I saw. I drove to her house first thing in the morning and this time I knocked on the door instead of just walking in. If Pete opened the door, I would have probably dropped down and died right there but fortunately, fortunately it was my mother. She gave me a hug and pulled me inside; she looked like she just finished taking a shower since her hair was wet. She asked me if I had my breakfast, I was quite and didn’t reply.
“Do you like my new haircut? I got it just yesterday, I really like it this way.” She said moving around in the kitchen.
“It’s nice.” I said in an unimpressed manner.
She then gave me a glass of orange juice to drink. She sat there In front of me on the couch; she was saying something I was not paying attention. She then yelled my name out a couple of times loudly this got me back down to earth. She asked me if everything was alright. I looked her straight in the eyes and asked, “How long have you and Pete been having sex?”

She turned as pale as a ghost and I saw some tears build up in her eyes as she tried to look at me.

"How… How did you know about that?" she managed to ask, visibly in distress.

I told her I had dropped by Saturday night and I had come into the house without knocking on the door. I told her I had some spare time and that’s why I had dropped in a day earlier than I had told her I was coming. She was very quite and she couldn’t look me in the eyes. She then looked up at me and asked, “What exactly did you see on Saturday?”
I told her I had seen enough and it made my stomach whirl around making me sick. I got enraged when I saw that image in my mind again and started yelling at her asking what was wrong with her and why she was doing this. She now got self-protective and yelled out, “What I do is my life, it’s none of your business what I do and who I do it with.”

I was surprised when I heard her say those words. I looked in astonishment when she managed to say, “I’m sorry I said that honey but you know I haven’t had any fun in my life for a long time. Your father and I did have a lot of fun a long time ago but it was a long time ago.”
“But you didn’t have to have sex with my best friend for that reason did you” I asked. I told her how miserable my father was and this only added to her suffering. She asked me to sit on the couch next to her now.
I asked her how long this has been happening, she answered, “It started a while after I saw him on the street, and He helped me get all my stuff from your father’s house. He is a very nice boy; I had to reward him for helping me out with all those things.”
I interrupted and said, “So you had sex with him?”
“No, No, No, I invited him over for lunch and he came over a few days later. We got to talking, we became good friends and things started off from there. We’ve only been doing it since last week, we did it the first time last Friday .”She said.
“I swear I had not intended for it to turn out the way it did, but I needed to experience a world which did not involve your father. I needed sex really bad, I needed it from a young man like Pete.” She continued.

“Pete has been a very physical and youthful man for me and I never intended for you to find out the way you did, he has kept me satisfied in all the sexual ways. I have done things I never imagined doing with your father.” She went.
Now I was even more disgusted than ever, the disgust was visible on my face. She moved over to me, lifted my head up, and asked what exactly it was that I saw. I said, “Ma, I’m trying to forget what happened yesterday and here you are telling me to narrate what I saw. What the hell happened to you?”
She went into places, which I thought she would never go when she started telling me about her needs not emotional but sexual. She said, “I needed to feel a young mans burning cock in my hand and in my body, I Got married to the only man I had sex with and I never got a chance to experiment sexually, your father and Pete are the same in size but Pete treats me a lot more different than your father did.”
“Ma, Pete Treated you like a whore when you were giving him a blow job.” I said repentantly.

“But that’s the way I want to be treated by a man, your father never used brute force with me, he was gentle a little too gentle, I was way too afraid to tell him how I wanted it.” She said, as I was almost ready to pass out.
I was getting rather upset hearing it all and then she shocked me by saying, "Look! I can fuck anyone I want! This is my house. If I want your friend to come over I'm going to invite him and have him fuck my brains out."

There was some silence between us and then she turned to me and said, "Are you jealous?"
I looked at her with my mouth wide open and just stared at her wide-eyed. She continued questioning me if I was jealous.

"Does it turn you on knowing that I fucked your friend? Did you like what you saw the other night?" she said. I don’t know what was wrong with her but I knew there was something very wrong. There was something wrong with me too because I could feel my cock mounting.

She then noticed the growing bulge in my crotch and said, "My God, you're hard."

“Is all this sexual talk turning you on?” she said moving closer to me on the couch. By the time she was finished saying that, she was right next to me.
She reached down towards me and planted her hand down on my lap only a couple of inches away form my penis. I lifted my head up and looked at her; she smiled at me as I felt her hand moving at a snail's pace towards my penis. She finally reached my penis after what seemed like an eternity, she slowly ran her hand against it as she moved towards the fly to unbuckle me.
I finally came down to reality and tried to push her hand away and get up, but she had already unzipped me and now she was clutching my cock as hard as she could. I was completely paralyzed when she did this, I couldn’t even move. She started to move her hand up and down slowly and then she quickened up her pace. I could feel my load build up in me I guess she felt it too as she stopped all of a sudden.

She had one hand on my cock and the other around my neck, she released my cock and pulled me towards her aggressively and gave me a deep French kiss. I responded to her and wedged my tongue as deep into her mouth as I possibly could. This was the most intense kiss I was ever involved in. she was amazing her tongue was doing wonders in my mouth I could barely keep up with her she was very aggressive. She got up from next to me and sat directly on my lap without ever stopping the kiss. She was now grinding her crotch and ass against my cock, she was wearing a black skirt, which was not too high, it was under her knees, and she was wearing a green top. She kept drudging herself against my cock. She finally stopped after about five or six minutes, reached down towards my cock, scraped some of my precum from my cock head, and brought it up to her mouth. She licked it with her tongue first and then she struck her whole finger in there.

"Mommy's boy tastes good," she said licking my jism off her fingers. My cock was twitching and shaking under her now. She got up off me and got down on her knees as I sat there on the sofa. She said, “Get ready.”

Then she knelt down and took my cock into her warm and wet mouth. I sat back on the couch as Mom bobbed her head up and down brutally, coating my prick with her saliva and my left over sperm. She kept going and going like an animal, she never even stopped to catch her breath. She looked up at me with my cock still in her mouth, smiled, and gave it a good flick from her tongue. She winked at me and went back down and started going at it more violently than before. My body started to stiffen up and I could feel another orgasm as it built up in my balls. I do not know how but she stopped just as I was ready to blow. She gripped my balls with her right hand scratched them with her fingernails.

She stood up and started to take off her green top, she was wearing a light cream-colored bra underneath her top. After she had removed her top, she reached down and started to work on her skirt. She was wearing the same colored panties too light cream, as she dropped her skirt down to the floor she slowly moved her hands over her long legs as she moved up. She smiled at me and asked, “What do you think, do I look good?”
I did not need to say anything my cock was giving enough responses by itself. Her hands moved behind and in a flash she had her bra on the floor now, it was incredible how her breasts looked they were not too big or too small they were of the perfect shape too. She moved her hands over her breast and played with her hard nipples, they stuck out like light brown grapes. She then slowly turned around and pulled her panties down, I got my first ever glimpse of my mothers asshole and vagina there. She spread her ass cheeks wide open to give me a better view of her puckered asshole. While giving me an excellent view of her asshole she said, "You know what your friend likes about me most of all?" She then pulled my left hand and put them on her cheeks, I felt her ass, and it was soft so incredibly soft it was almost too soft I felt I was going to damage it if I squeezed it too hard.

"What do you think?" she asked looking back at me. "Do you know how many times I've let your friend fuck me in the ass? I love having his big cock shoved up my asshole!" she said.
I did not know that Pete had fucked my mother in the ass, but now I didn’t feel angry or disgusted I felt something else, something good.
I was breathing heavily and my right fist was flying up and down my rock-hard prick, as my eyes were totally fixed on her asshole just two feet away.

"I took all of his cock up my ass on Saturday night," she said as if to torture me. "He fucked my ass two times! How do you like the fact that your own Mom took a cocks up her ass? Do you think I'm a slut? How many moms would do that?"
I looked at her as she turned around and said, “Mom, please don’t tell me what you did with Pete, I don’t like it.”
“I’m sorry honey I thought it would turn you on. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” She said apologetically.
I told her I liked the dirty talk but I didn’t like Pete being involved in it. She said ok and the turned around again.
She bent over farther and spread her ass cheeks ass wide as they could go, allowing her asshole to open up for my bulging eyes, and bulging prick.

"Your Mom's a slut!" she said wiggling her ass in my face. "Do you like this?" she asked. "I'm a whore! Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to fuck my ass?"

I'd finally had enough. I got up, grabbed her, and threw her on the couch. I knew she liked to be handled rough so I was as rough as possible. I got on top of her, lifted her up, and dropped her down as she laughed like a mad woman. I forced my dick into her she tried to help me by spreading her legs wide open. I shoved my cock into her sweltering hot pussy. She urged me to go farther and farther, she kept screaming and shouting my name aloud. She grabbed my ass cheeks and started to pull me deeper and deeper into her. I felt a sudden rush of liquid from her vagina as her pussy muscles started to tighten around my cock; I knew what it meant, she was having an orgasm. I fucked her faster and harder now knowing I was making her cum. I kept going for a couple of more deep thrusts and then released my own load into her. She was smiling now looking at me. I kept my cock in her as I shot my entire load into her I guess she liked it as she was squirming around under me. She looked very pleased and happy.

When I pulled out of her, I was still hard and slick with our combined juices. Seeing this, Mom looked up at me and whispered, "Wanna fuck my ass?"

I looked at her smiling and told, “Mom, my cock is a little tired now.”
As I finished saying this, she jumped up from underneath me and locked her lips against mine. Within a couple of minutes my cock was hard as rock and I was feeling rejuvenated now. I wanted to fuck her ass. I pulled myself away from her and managed to say, “I’m ready Ma.”
She quickly got on all fours on the couch and I got behind her to ease my slick cock up her back hole. Surprisingly it went in easily; I guess it was all thanks to Pete. I was soon fucking her ass good and hard.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried. "Fuck Mommy's ass!"

I fucked harder and faster, my balls slapping against her cunt as she screamed louder and louder. She really enjoyed it I guess. She wasn't kidding me earlier. Mom really loved anal. After several dozen strokes I screeched out that I was Cumming and Mom encouraged me to fill her ass up with my cum. I then shot my second load of the day, this one deep up her bowels. When I pulled out of her I collapsed on the couch and let my soiled, sagging cock fall on my thigh. Mom caught her breath and laid down next to me. She closed her eyes for a couple of seconds and the lifted her head and planted a kiss on my lips not a deep one but just a peck,

"That was incredible," she said.

"Hell yeah mom," I replied smiling.

After we rested a bit she asked, "Is this okay with you? Having sex with your Mom? Do you feel awkward?"

“ No mom, this is great," I replied. "Can we do it again, or was it a one time thing?"

“ On weekends, when you're home, whenever you want. Is that enough?" she asked.
“Yeah that’s good for me mom, what about Pete?” I asked.
She looked at me and asked me if I felt awkward about it. I replied by saying, “Yes Ma, I feel really awkward about it and dad seems really miserable without you.”
She asked me if my dad really was that depressed, I told her I wasn’t lying. She said, “I really do love your father and now that I have you to have fun with and experiment with I don’t think I’ll need Pete anymore.” “I just hope your father feels the same way I do about him, I now realize how much I really love him.” She said.

I was really hoping my father and mother would get back together and I now have the chance of fucking my cock crazy mother as much I wanted. In addition, Pete was now out of the picture. I was a little unhappy as I had just cheated on my girlfriend but I had to get over it. This thing with my mother was just sexual, she said she wanted to get back with my dad and dad definitely wanted to get back with mom.
I parents are now together again and Pete and I are close friends, I’m now twenty-five years old married and with a daughter. I live three blocks away from my parent’s home; I still have regular sex with my mother at least once every two days. Nobody in my family suspects anything at all. My mother still likes anal and she loves my cock more than my wife does, we are very happy now, all of us.

If you liked this depiction of my real life experience then mail me at wolf_man_rex [at] yahoo [dot] com