This story is about my Stepmother; but she brought me
up from a very young age, hence I always called and
thought of her as Mum. This happened some years
ago, when I was only about 17, young and naive, and
had never seen sex, except for some in dirty books
from mates. This was what made me realise her secret
rude side existed for sure [at this time I'd only
heard about the "Video" from the 80's, from unreliable
sources, and I only suspected she might be unfaithful
to Dad sometimes, not having myself seen anything to
confirm it. So, all I had were my fantasies, at this
point, which I enjoyed, but I still felt I'd be
horrified if I ever discovered she'd had someone else
than him in reality.
Anyway, she used to see a certain optician,
Mr.Miller, in his shop up the road. I'd never liked
him; having been there a couple of times in the past,
when we'd been for our eye tests, and I didn't like
his attitude; he was self-important, pompous and
patronising, to both of us; and I guessed he fancied
my Mum; the way he would fuss around her, touching her
unnessecarily, made me squirm; and when the lights
were dimmed for her test, Mum would slip off her shoes
as she sat in the chair, relaxing and rubbing a
stocking foot up her other leg, suggestively.
She would laugh at his jokes and innuendo to her
during the test, even once giggling when his hand
slipped from her shoulder and [I'm sure I saw it, in
the dark!] pat her right breast through her cardigan,
as he moved to the light switch again! He was a very
big man, professorish but powerful too, and I felt
that somehow, Mum was attracted to him.
At one point in time, when Dad was away abroad, he
wasn't sending any money home to her, as he'd gotten
into a bad situation; and Mum needed her expensive
specs replacing. I often [but not always] went with
her to the optician, and so I was there when we sat
across him, at his desk in his office, and Mum acted
up to him, to try and get them for free, or at least
so he would delay the need to pay till next time.
He hummed and haahed, and lectured her about it; he
really was a self-righteous arse, and I was irked to
see my Mum accepting his telling-off; and when she
kicked off her shoes and made very flirty
body-language to him, I felt hurt and uncomfortable.
They told me to go and wait in the reception area, as
they had to "discuss business"; but as I went, they
left his office by another door, which I saw as it
opened, was a little pokey store-room, with a high
metal couch-thing, mattressed in black. As it was near
closing time, our appointment being the last, his
receptionist, a weighty black girl, was alone in
there.
I sat nervous, pretending to be engrossed in a
magazine, then I saw her turn the volume down on the
intercom, and switch it on. She eyed me, to check I
wasn't listening, then put her ear down to the
speaker, turning the sound slightly up. Then, just
audibly, I heard sounds from it; Mum's voice going
"Huggh!...Ough!..Ourrgh!"
At first, I was sure she must have been just laughing
out loud at some joke of his...but then, I doubted
that. What WAS he doing to my Mum, in there?????
She emerged maybe half an hour later, looking quite
happy and normal; so I assumed it couldn't have been
what I thought it was. He said she'd better bring the
money this time next week, or she'd have to pay
"Extra" for the delay. Mum promised, sounding dubious
about the extra, but having to accept it.
I couldn't help it, I drew scenes of her bonking the
optician that night, and wanked with them; masochistic
feelings of both hate for him and lust for the sleazy
idea of him taking advantage of my Mum overcame me. I
drew pics of him having her in the test-chair,etc. I
suspected she saw them, as she cleaned my room while I
was out one day, and they'd been moved about!
Well, next week came; and Dad still hadn't sent the
money; so we were due to go and explain, after a bit
of shopping. I noticed she always seemed to dress
more tartily and provocatively than usual, on visits
to the optician; and today she wore a flimsy white
blouse you could see her black lacy bra clearly
through; a pair of black tights that had thick, tarty
seams all up the backs of her legs, the highest heels
I'd ever seen her wear, plus a tiny black stretch
miniskirt that was so small you could see the tops of
her legs where they joined into her buttocks! Her hair
was newly permed and peroxided blonde too, and she put
on lots of make-up to finish her classy hooker-like
appearance. She hardly looked like my respectable,
churchgoing Mum anymore!
I felt so embarrassed walking up the shopping centre
with her; men were making comments as she passed,
things like, "Corr!-I'd love to get up that!" and
staring at her bum, which was like two eggs in a wet
cloth! She seemed to ignore them, but she also smirked
as I blushed angrily red and glared at the blokes, and
she told me not to stare at the nice men!
Mr.Miller's receptionist was again the only one there
now, as she'd seen off the previous customer; and she
asked if Mum had the payment today. When told she
didn't, the negress said, "Well, hunn-ee, I hope you
are ready to have to pay Exxxtra!"
She sounded that last word lasciviously, drawing it
out and widening her eyes somehow mockingly, as if it
meant something totally different and lewd; and if it
did, Mr.Miller must have told her, and they'd laughed
at us about it!
As we sat before Mr.Miller again, he told us off
again, lecturing my Mum and saying, "do you understand
what this means? I'm adding on the EXTRA??"
Mum looked sheepishly up at him from under her curls,
and said, "Yes, Mr.Miller. I'm sorry. We'll have
to...er...come to an arrangement."
He waved his pen at her, pompously; he always had
this oversized metal pen, a big long thing that he
used to sign things with, and as they got up to go
into the side-room, he took it with him. Mum let me
stay in his office this time, saying, "Don't worry,
love, I've just got to try and get round Mr.Miller
about the bill; you stay here, it'll be okay." She
slipped of her shoes and left them with me along with
the bags, telling me to look after them.
They went in the side-room, and locked the door. I
waited, in silence. Suddenly, I heard the noises
again, louder now I was only on the other side of the
door;
Mum's voice groaning and "OURGH!"-"UUGHH!"-ing,
and him grunting!
I didn't know what to do; I walked around, worrying;
then I looked through the office-door window, into
Reception. The receptionist had the intercom on again,
listening to Mum and Mr.Miller, as they were loud
enough to be picked up by the unit on his desk; and
now she was alone, the girl had a hand down her skirt,
touching herself and smirking as she listened!
I had to try and find out what was happening in
there; surely Mum wasn't having SEX with him??
There was a small one-way mirror on the door they'd
gone through, and I found if I switched his office
lamp off, I could dimly see through it. WOW,what a
sight I saw!
Mr.Miller was standing with his back to me, his pants
down, and his arse thrusting forward steadily; and
Mum's arms and legs showed round his back! The dirty
big bastard was Fucking My Mum!!
Her fingers clawed the air or clung to his
grey-shirted shoulders, and her tights were almost
off, rolled round her feet with the crotch of them
between her ankles, and her sexy toes clenched, waved
and shook and sensually stroked each other, as her
voice slowly became more urgent.
My dick leapt to erection, despite my hurt, and I had
to take it out and put my handkerchief over it, to
prevent it messing my pants or the floor if I came. He
grunted as he fucked her; as he Fucked my Mum, bonking
her with long, deep thrusts; going
"Unnh,Unnhh,Uhnnnnh!"
He fucked in and out between her legs and made the
couch she sat up upon shake and bang against the wall.
Her cries built up to a crescendo,and then a deafening
pause before she went,
"UUUUuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhrrrrrrlllllllllllll!!!"
with her feet tensing still, stretching out the nylon
between them, and a hand spread, shivering, in the
air! Yes....it seemed she was coming. My mum, with the
optician, behind Dad's back, was orgasming in abandon
on Mr.Miller's dick!!
When he pulled off her, he turned to the side, and
Mum lay back on the couch-thing, pulling her legs
right up to her chest. For the first time, I saw her
naked body; real sexy, with firm, wobbling boobs, a
hairy crotch, and nipples that stood up, all red and
excited. But I also saw he was still hard, maybe he
hadn't come yet; and his dick was a great big veiny
thing, maybe 10 inches long, with a foreskin that only
just covered his huge onion-like knob-end. It still
throbbed at her, and I felt sick to my stomach to know
he'd just used that huge sausage-dick on Mum; but my
cock pulsed harder, to see how aroused she was by it.
Now, I couldn't believe what happened next; he took
hold of his large pen, and Mum let him prod it on her
bumcheeks, while lecturing her about the unpaid bill.
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"Do you know what I'm gonna do to you, Teresa?" He
patronised.
"Yes,Sir!" she chirped, widening her legs upward a
bit, and letting one hand reach back into her hair,
posing for him like a 60's sex symbol. Then,he moved
his hand ,down, putting the pen between her
buttocks... on to her arsehole... and she let out a
deafening groan, almost a roar, of mixed lust and
indignation, as he PUSHED IT UP HER ARSEHOLE!!
I watched the lewd, shocking sight of Mum and the
optician having a very rude sex session;....with her
lying back, offering her bare behind to him and his
pen... and she actually went
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRGHHHH!!!!"
as he STUCK IT UP HER BUM!!!
The optician shoved his pen up my Mum's Bum!!
My stomach lurched as he began to waggle it around,
wiggling it sideways, then up and down...and then
twisting it around, making her surprisingly broad,
dark and long-creased arsehole twitch and stretch at
his ministrations, and she made moans of surprise and
disgust, but clear enjoyment, as he did it!
Keeping her legs up with one hand, she reached out
for his dick with the other, and I saw her little
dainty fingers take his shaft, and begin to pull him
off, over her body.
She skilfully wanked off the optician, as he turned,
twisted and plugged the pen around,up her bum! It was
so rude, seeing Mum let him do it, even encouraging
him by wanking him like a prostitute and waving her
eyebrows, looking back and forth from his face to the
object being waggled in her asshole, and smirking now
at him, she blew raspberries and giggled about the
thing stuck in her bung, between her groans, as if she
was shocked but liked it...
"Eeeehhh-Pfffft! Yyyyoooooo-Pffft! Yeeeeee-pfft!"
He snarled in lust at that, "Woarrgh!" and his hand
really jiggled and shoved the pen around harder, up
her arse; his other hand reaching out to her tits now,
and crudely grabbing and squeezing them, alternately,
with Mum's red aroused nipples poking up between his
fingers. Her shockingly lewd behaviour for that big
poncey perv was so weirdly erotic, I gasped, and held
my breath, hoping I wasn't seen or heard, as my sperm
poured into my handkerchief, making me shudder in
ecstasty and humiliation, all at once, transfixed by
the sight of them! Her hand worked on his dick,
expertly squeezing, pulling and rubbing, and soon she
panted in rhythm, "Huhh!-Huhh!-Huhh!" in time to the
jerkings-off.
It was both the most disgusting sight I'd ever seen,
yet the most arousing I'd ever seen.
Suddenly, his hand left the pen, and a big jet of
sperm shot out of him, landing SPLAT! across Mum's
tits! "Ahh, yess,do it, you dirty man!" she said, and
she pointed his dick over her body,directing his jets,
over her navel, filling it up, directing spurts over
her crotch, splattering her pubic hair; and she smiled
at him as she held him toward her bum, to let all the
rest of his sponk splurt and shoot down her bumcrack,
spattering and covering her asshole and the pen, that
still quivered, unattended, embedded in her brown
hole!!
I thought that was it; so I hurriedly put myself away
and sat down, expecting their speedy emergence; but
there was more. After some minutes, I heard him say,
"And now,are you ready to give me the EXTRA,
Teresa??"
She replied, "Yes,Sir, I am ready."
I still didn't get up, for fear of being seen, at the
window, now; but soon I heard Mum groaning again, and
him slapping something. So I risked a look at the
window again, and saw she was leaning side-on, against
the side wall, and he was behind her, shoving his cock
into her, and slapping her arse... and then, I saw the
worst bit.
She shifted a little, and I saw his boner was right
up her BUM!! Mum was taking the optician up the
Arse!!!
So that was the "Extra" that Mum had to pay!...and
what the receptionist had mocked us about...He had
demanded mum's Shithole!!
It was a bit sick-making, to watch his enormous,
veiny willy sliding into my Mum's brown bumhole, right
there in the otherwise-placid premises, amid the quiet
and unsuspecting shopping-centre outside; people
probably going past outside-people who knew us,
even-friends, relatives, neighbours...all unaware of
what the local optician was doing to my Mum in there!!
Under theirs and my Dad's noses, was Mum's affair with
Mr.Miller!
He had a hand round her waist, pulling her back onto
him, and the other grabbing her blonde permed hair, as
he crudely shoved himself up her dirtbox, and he
growled as he fucked her arsehole...
"HulllGh!-UlllGh!-Hullllh!!!"
She was tossing her head around in joy, and I didn't
want to be seen, so I sat down again, leaving the
window. I waited there; I'm not sure how long, but
hearing every grunt, moan, slap and exclamation of
them was both straining on my mind and very arousing.
I got hard again; and I risked another look, when I
heard the fucking sounds stop.
Now, he was stood there, with Mum just turning round
to kneel before him; she held his huge erection by the
root, near his balls; and her free hand went down
between her legs, rubbing herself on her hot hairy
pussy. She let his foreskin roll back a bit;and then
she exclaimed,"OOooooohhh!" and chuckled ripely!
Well, I couldn't be sure, with the dimmed view I had,
but... No! It couldn't be! Surely that wasn't a brown
blob of Mum's own POO, from her BUM, left there on his
purple knob-end? Surely NOT!
I hoped it wasn't, because Mum just opened her lips
and went, "OOOMMMMMmmmmmmgghhhh!!!" clamping them
round his dick, and squeezed her cunt in deep joy!
She sucked him deeply, and the sweet loving Mum I was
used to, certainly seemed to know how to suck a dick.
He quickly tensed up, and I saw his cock thud and
throb in Mum's lips, and she sucked hard, swallowing
deeply-he was shooting his sponk in her mouth.
She moaned appreciatively, and slowly raunched her
hips onto her hand, climaxing as she took his
ejaculate on her tongue, with her closed lips catching
every drop.
I heard them cleaning themselves up, and soon they
came out, with her looking all happy again, and even
Mr.Miller had a smirk on his face-very unusual for the
patronising, stuck-up bastard,-except when he was
around my Mum, maybe.
Mum said wasn't it nice of Mr.miller to let her have
the glasses for free! She thanked him for being so
"kind!" [that's a laugh!] and I mumbled an answer when
she insisted I thank him too!
The black girl joked as she let us out, that Mum might
want to go out the "Backdoor" instead...and slapped
Mum's bottom as she said so! Mum went red!
Mum wouldn't answer my questions about why she went
off alone with Mr. Miller,and denied anything personal
had happened, even berating me for suspecting so!
However, at bedtime that night, I found Mum had left
her used tights from that day , as-if-by-accident,
just inside my bedroom door. I took them, and during
the night, I wanked like crazy with them, with my dick
in the toes of her nylons, and muttering "Ohhh,Mum!
Ooolla,MUM!" as the scenes of her with Mr. Miller
whirled round in my mind. Yes, I wanked in a tormented
frenzy into the tights that Mum had fucked the
optician in, and recalled her sweating and groaning in
passion!
I'm sure I heard her laugh at one point, from her
room; but I assumed it was just talking in her sleep,
and she couldn't have heard me. Was she teasing me on
purpose? I couldn't be sure. Anyway, she never said a
thing about finding her tights all thick with my cum
the next day!
I've never forgotten that day; it revealed a lot
about her to me, and spurred on my secret thoughts of
her.
Remember...out there there's more than cuckolding
wives, there's cuckolding moms too!
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