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By Knight Mooves (kmooves@hotmail.com)

"Damn it. Why can't you ever wait for me to cum? All you have to do is be patient. Twenty years and you still don't know how to get me off. Some husband I married" my mother shouted. I hurried back to my room, as my mother would certainly be headed for the washroom after her weekly attempt at sex with my father.
I had been watching this routine since I was thirteen and five years later I still can't get enough of watching my mother having sex with dad. Every Friday night at 10 PM they would head to bed and try their best to get each other off. My dad was a hard worker and honest family man but a lousy lover. He had this habit of getting off within 90 seconds of penetrating my mom and this drove her out of her mind.
The activity usually led to my mother berating him for leaving her wet and frustrated. I on the other hand got off watching her undress and spread her legs for him. My mom has been the object of my fantasies throughout my teenage years. In fact I often masturbate myself to sleep thinking about her moaning and driving her hips into dad as she tries to meet his thrusts. She is a hot looking 41-year-old woman with sexy blond streaks in her hair, perky 36C breasts and a firm 5'7" body. She works out regularly and takes good care of her skin by applying her beauty cream religiously.
I am a fairly good-looking 19-year-old college student home for the summer. Over the course of the school year I dated a different girl every week and still continued to fantasize about my mother. It was a fantasy that simply consumed me.
I was lying in bed listening to my parents argue about this last failed attempt at good sex. This argument was particularly heated as my father was leaving on a oneweek business trip in the morning, which meant he would not be going to my cousins wedding tomorrow night. My mom hated going to big family functions alone. When dad insisted that I escort her to the wedding, I almost came in my pants. Mom and I had a good relationship but she had no idea I had sexual feelings for her. Her strong Catholic upbringing would make her stomach turn if she ever found out. I fell asleep that Friday night masturbating to the thought of being my mother's date in less than 24 hours.
It was a beautiful Saturday in July with clear blue skies and a cool breeze. Dad left for the airport earlier in the day and mom had gone to the hairdresser to get her hair and nails done. I just hung out in our pool imagining what it was going to be like to dance with mom. She got back at around three and headed straight for the shower while I freshened up downstairs. My date finally came down at about 4:30 and I just about made every limb in my body go numb. She had this tight black dress that fell just above the knee with a low cut neckline that gave her awesome cleavage. The tanned skin on her arms, legs, and face made the dress that much more stunning.
Mom also had tan colored nylon pantyhose with sexy black high heels that added at least 2 inches to her body. Her ass looked great in the dress. "What are you looking at?" she said not noticing the look of lust on my face. "You look ... real good," I responded.
"Yeah well, too bad your dad's not here to see this dress. I bought for him with the hope that it would turn ... oh, forget it." She wanted to turn on my dad with it and was disappointed that there was no man around to impress. This was going to be my night. I decided I was at some point in time going to put a move on my mom.
I occasionally glanced at her legs from the passenger seat as we drove to the wedding hall. If I could have only caressed her thighs while she drove! The drive took about thirty minutes and I had to do the kissy, kissy thing with my aunts when we got there.
I was in my first year of college and they still treated me like a kid. I could see a few men including my dad's brothers do a double take when they saw mom come in.
We joined some relatives at our table for what was to be a very average meal. I didn't care about the food though as my mind wondered how and when I was going to hit on mom. I figured I could ask her to dance at some point, maybe ask her to take a walk with me outside. I refused to believe this would not work. Any negative thoughts would surely make me lose the nerve I was so desperately trying to build up.
The band started playing at about 9 and I asked mom to join me on the dance floor. We danced to about 4 disco songs and worked up quite the sweat. On our way off the floor I put my arm around her waist and asked if she wanted a drink from the bar. She wanted a Scotch and I made sure to get a double. The July heat and the dancing made her drink that Ice-cold glass of Scotch in just a few sips.
I quickly got her another and then asked her to dance some more. This went on for about an hour when finally the lights dimmed and the first slow song of the evening came on. I made sure to get to her before anyone else did. The men in the room kept eyeing her legs through the silky pantyhose and would have jumped at the opportunity to get their hands on her. I put one hand in hers, the other around her waist and kept about 8 inches in between us.
We talked and laughed about how strange looking some of our relatives had become over the years. She seemed to be having a good time or maybe it was the booze making her giggly. Regardless, I could smell her sexy perfume at this distance and feel the heat emanating from her warm body.
The first slow song ended and another came on. "We should head back to the table," she said. I was not going to lose my one and only chance, it was time. "Oh come on mom, how often do I get the chance to dance this close with a stunningly beautiful older woman." My heart raced as the words exited my mouth. She gave me this weird look and laughed "save that crap for your girlfriends." Once again she began to walk away and I drew her back in. "Please mom. Just this one more." She reluctantly agreed and resumed the same position only this time I dropped both my arms down to her waist.
She uncomfortably placed her hands on my shoulders and tried to re-establish the distance between us. I began to slowly move in closer as the song progressed. We weren't talking anymore and she kept her head turned to the side trying not to look directly at me. The distance between us had diminished to a couple of inches. "This is nice mom," I said softly. All she did was mention how ridiculous my uncle looked in his cheap suit. She wasn't even paying attention to me. This had its advantages. On one hand she was oblivious to the hard-on in my pants, on the other I could probably pull her towards me without her noticing. I took a deep breath and went for broke by moving right up against her. The bulge in my pants was pressed up to her black dress.
I was lost in the sensation of having my cock right up against her sweet spot. Suddenly my mother pulled away and said, "What the fuck do you think your doing you pig. I'm your mother, not some cheap bimbo you're used to getting your way with. Now go sit down David and try hard not to let anyone see the crap you just pulled." I was mortified and headed straight for the door hoping to find some corner where no one would see me. My worst fears had come true, my fantasy shattered.
I stayed away from her the rest of the night and hitched a ride home with my cousin Gary. I lay in bed that night lost in thought. I would imagine her feel, her perfume and silky legs. Then suddenly she'd turn into my patronizing bitch of a mother and scold me. Damn it, it made me furious. I was 18 and she treated me like I was 8. Somehow, some way I needed to get back at her and regain my self-respect. I also knew the time had come; I needed to fuck her and put her in her place.

I woke up early that Sunday morning and went straight for the computer across from my bed. I entered my favorite chat room to see if "Cman" my cyber buddy was on. "Cman" was a 26-year-old Hollywood Cameraman that specialized in filming and editing. We often hit on the same women in the chat room and competed to see who would be the one cybering at the end of the night. We actually met a couple of times for beers at one of the local hangouts.
"Cman" would often teach me about the right way to go after a woman. He knew about my fantasy with mom and would often kid me about it. He claimed it was OK, that I would grow out of it. I told him about last night and how I needed his help to get back at her. He was the only 26-year-old I could trust for what I had in mind. I gave him my address and told him to be here at 3PM.
I tried to stay out of my mother's way that morning. When we eventually did run into each other, I apologized about what I had done and all she could do is tell me how terrible it was. " I know you're growing into a man David, but get a grip, I'm your mother. Now lets try to forget about it and move on." Later that day she put on her two-piece bikini and went out to sit by the pool. At about 2:30 I went out and offered to refill her ice tea.
Once in the house I pulled a couple of her sleeping pills out of the medicine cabinet and ground them into the drink. "Thank you David, I needed a cold refill" she said when I returned with the drink. "This California sun is dehydrating me." I went back into the house and watched from the window as the pills took effect.
The doorbell rang promptly at three and I asked "Cman" to come in and wait quietly in my bedroom. Things were moving along quickly now and I needed to put my plan into effect. I ran back out at about 3:15 and told my mom I had an electrician up stairs working on my video camera. She was upset that I would let a stranger in when she was not fully clothed and tried to get up so she could put some clothes on. The pills had made her wobbly and very drowsy.
"I think this sun really got to me Dave, help me to the house." I walked her back into the living room and sat her on the couch. I called "Cman" to come down so he could meet my mother. She sat there becoming more and more drowsy with each passing minute. "Cman" appeared with a video camera in hand and introduced himself. Mom tried to speak but was to overtaken with her inability to stay awake. I looked at my buddy and gave him the signal.
"You need a new Head on the camera Dave," he said. "In fact if you go buy one now at the electronics store, I'll have it all ready within the hour. I'll stay behind and clean the rest of the camera while you go to the store."
I looked at my mother and told her in a loud tone that I was going to the store. "Did you hear me mom, I won't be long. Just lie down" I shouted. She was almost completely passed out. I needed "Cman" to do his thing while she was at least semi-conscious. At my signal he quickly put the camera on a table facing the couch mom was lying on and hit the record button. I stood back behind the living room door and remained quite as I watched my buddy take a seat next to mom. He put one arm around her shoulders and the other on her thighs. He wasted no time grinding his hand into the thin fabric of her bikini bottom. My mother squirmed and mumbled something about wanting him to stop but he kept right on going. Her feeble resistance made her like a willing participant. "Cman" unhooked her top and let her tits drop.
God they were awesome. I wanted so badly to go touch them and put her nipples in my mouth. She tried to push his head back when he went for her breasts but it looked more like a playful, teasing type of push. "Cman" kept positioning her face away from the camera in order to conceal the look of agony that came over her every now and then. I motioned for him to hurry up as he began to remove her bottom. He picked up her legs, spread them and positioned mom on her back.
Her bush was there for the world to see. I wanted to pull my cock out and massage it but I couldn't in front of my friend. Instead I just watched in awe as he buried his face into her cunt and began lapping up her syrup. She let out a weak squeal and was by now almost asleep. I motioned to him that he should place her arms around his neck. "Cman" grabbed her arms and wrapped them around his neck, under his shirt so that they would not slip off. My mom looked like she was purposely holding his head against her pussy and driving his tongue deeper into her. Then he moved over her and began kissing mom while he unbuttoned his pants.
"Hey" I whispered, "no penetration, remember."
He gave me a sly smile and said, "forget it kid, I'm to far gone. Your mom is gonna have a pussy full of me in a few seconds." My heart raced and my mind was thinking fast. I knew mom was on the pill and there was little chance of pregnancy. I figured "Cman" was clean; he had been dating the same woman for 4 years. Regardless he had her legs up over his shoulders and his cock lined up against the entrance of her pussy.
In one powerful thrust he rammed his dick deep into her. My sleeping mother barely lifted her arms and let out another squeal. I watched my friend pump the woman of my dreams for about 10 minutes and then he unloaded inside of her.
He finally stood, pulled up his pants and turned the camera off. "Ok Dave, back to my place so we can edit this thing into an Oscar winning porno flick. Hey you don't mind that I let loose on your mom do you. I just couldn't hold back."
"Not at all, I enjoyed it and she deserved it for last night." I moved close to her and watched her sleeping. My hand was drawn to her nipples and caressed them softly. The smell of "Cman's" cum in her pussy permeated throughout the room. I slipped my fingers into her pussy and felt the sperm lined walls of her womb. Then my buddy reminded me that we needed to get her bikini back on and clean her up. We did and left for his studio where he did a masterful job of making the video look real. She looked like a woman who thoroughly enjoyed being fucked by a man other than her husband. I had him make a few copies for me and made sure to take the original back. I didn't want this in circulation. I had all the ammunition needed to blackmail my mother for many years to come.
Mom was taking a bath when I got home. I knocked on the door and asked if she was OK. What if she knew what had gone on, what if she was not completely asleep. Again I asked "Mom, everything OK?"
"Yeah, honey. I just dosed off for about 3 hours and now have a nap hangover. I just popped a couple Tylenol's and thought I'd relax in the tub."

"No problem mom" I replied in relief. "You just looked so out of it when I went out and was a little concerned. I'll go down and put some steaks on the grill."
"Thanks honey, I'll be down in a few."
We had a nice quiet dinner that night and it looked like mom was completely unaware of the events of the day. She did look very mellow and had a smile on the whole night. I went to bed early and watched the video of my mom getting fucked over and over. The next morning mom went to the grocery store, which gave me a chance to prepare the first screening of her debut performance. I was so scared and yet realized that I needed to be strong for this. She was going to want my head, literally. I needed to overpower her with selfconfidence and determination.
She came home at about noon and I helped her get the bags out of the car. When everything was put away I asked her to meet me in the living room for a chat. "What's wrong, you sounded serious. Don't tell me it's about the wedding because that's all forgotten."
"No it's not mom. Please sit. The doorbell rang this morning while you were away. There was no one at the door when I went to answer, only a box with this note." I handed her a type written note addressed to no one in particular that said, "Thanks for the good time. You can keep the tapes, their no good to me." I explained how I opened the box and found videotapes, which I viewed. The box had 15 copies of the same 20-minute tape.
"What on earth was on the tape?" she asked.
"Mom, you know what you do with your personal life is your business. I really don't want to question the way you live," I explained. She was looking at me now completely confused. "It's just that I feel a certain loyalty to the family and don't like watching dad being taken for a fool."
"What are you talking about" she asked. With a trembling hand I turned on the TV, hit the play button and held my breath. This moment would define the rest of our lives. An image of mom sitting on the couch with her white bikini appeared on the screen. Her eyes grew big and remained fixated on the TV. A man appeared from behind the camera and sat next to her. What happened next made her jaw drop, she went numb from head to toe. "What ... what ... what the fuck is that" she asked in a desperate panic. "Who the fuck is that, when did this happen ... what ... who?"
I felt horrible. She thought she was going out of her mind. I had to think back to the way she belittled me Saturday night to give me the strength to keep going. Mom came straight for me, ripped the remote out of my hands and then tore the tape out of the VCR. She had beads of sweat forming on her brow and began to shake uncontrollably. I very quietly stood back and allowed her to think this through. She couldn't remember that I was the one who let this man in. My mother had no clue who he was, when it happened and why she couldn't remember.
"Where were you yesterday?" she shouted.
"I was out all afternoon remember. You were busy screwing some stranger," I added.
"Screwing some ... I was fucking raped and I can't remember it," she cried out.
"Oh come on mom. You looked like you enjoyed every minute of it. Did you see a screaming woman raped on that tape? That was very consensual. The least you could do is take your affairs out of the house."
"Affair" she shouted back. "Get out!!! Get out of the house!!" She ran to her room crying with tape in hand. She would no doubt look at the rest of it in her room. I waited patiently in the kitchen for her to get a hold of herself. Mom came down 30 minutes later, her eyes were red with tears. "I'm calling the cops," she announced. Oh damn I thought. Time to move quickly.
"Mom sit down and think this through. You don't want this to get out do you? Rape, consensual, whatever, you should keep this quiet and hope he never comes back. Actually the fact that he sent all the copies of the tape probably means that he will never bother you again.
"The copies!!! I want them now" she demanded. "Not so fast mom. Listen to my proposal and you just may get out of this unscathed." I got up, held out my hand and asked her to join me in the living room. She was crying as she followed me on to the couch. I sat next to her and put my arms around her shoulders. I explained that we were the only ones who knew and had control of the copies. It's not like she was physically hurt. Again she asked for the copies and I finally let out my offer.
"I want to tell dad, but on the other hand don't want to see you hurt. I love and adore you. You know that." I squeezed her shoulders tighter now and pulled her to me for a hug. I could feel her breasts against my chest. "I won't tell anyone mom. I don't want to see you embarrassed in front of your friends and family, I promise not to tell and keep the tapes out of circulation if you just, help me."
She stopped her sobbing and looked up with her inquiring eyes fixed on mine. Her eyebrows assumed that position she normally got just before she blew her top. "What do you mean? What do you mean by help!" I gently placed my hand on her lap and gave her thigh a squeeze. "You know," I said. "I am a growing boy with needs and questions about the birds and the bees. Maybe you could be my sexual mentor."
I couldn't believe I got the words out of my mouth. This was the woman who would kick the crap out of me when I misbehaved and who had the power to ground me when I was younger. She sullenly got up, looked down and screamed "You are out of your sick mind you ... you ... bastard!" and ran back to her room. I left the house as I felt she needed to be alone to think about her options. I headed for a bar where I gulped down a few beers and contemplated what I had just done.