This is a slow build. Best is to read the chapters in order. Any contructive feed back is of course welcome.
Chapter 05
Before dinner, Lucas had given him a call, asking about the therapist.
Sam had told him it went well and Lucas seemed pleased to hear it.
“Yeah, me and the wife sometimes book her when we feel we need an extra spice,” he joked and sniggered over the phone.
While Sam was on the phone he heard Yvette talking to someone at the front door. When he finished his call he went to see who it was and saw Lucas’ wife Georgina chatting it up with his mother.
She gave Sam a nod, “Well I’ve gotta be going! See you later,” she said and left.
Yvette had a large pot in her hands, “Look what Georgina came with,” she smiled, “I think it’s a casserole.”
It smelled great and Yvette made them each a serving. The food was still warm.
During dinner she leaned in closer to Sam and told him in a low voice, “Georgina gave me the heads up on what’s what in the neighbourhood,” his mother looked around as if there would be someone eves dropping on them and continued, “The lady with the dog, the neighbours across and behind us and the security guards are the biggest snitches.”
His mother leaned back, satisfied in having gotten a scoop.
She continued to tell Sam everything that Georgina had told her. Apparently the firm had a very strict and conservative view on how employees should live their lives, No one in the neighbourhood had ever had a divorce. If the slightest disturbance in a relationship was reported to the higher ups, the therapist would be sent to mend the relationship.
Sam was flabbergasted to hear that when Lucas and Goergina first had moved here, they’d gotten the same treatment as Yvette and Sam got.
But they quickly figured out which ones were the ones reporting back to ‘HQ’ and made sure to always show their affection when these people were around.
The security guard makes his rounds at 11 p.m. and 5 a.m. in his car, checking all the houses and what goes on. That’s why no curtains are allowed.
Georgina had told Yvette that it felt strange in the beginning, to always have to have sex at a certain time each night, but she had gotten used to it and kind of liked it now.
Sam sat in awe at all this information. He had suspected something like it. The curtains, people all of a sudden being very concerned with his love life etc.
That explained a lot. But he was also a bit relieved. This meant that no one was suspecting his marriage to be fake, it was just that ‘they’ wanted to see affection to feel that the relationship was ‘healthy’.
“But that’s great mom,” Sam whispered, “the neighbour out back must’ve seen us earlier and reported back that we were.. well, you know…,” Sam trailed off, feeling a bit embarrassed again.
He had been ‘pumping’ his sexy mom from behind on the couch! And just the thought of that happening got him feeling hot again.
“Yeah, but to be sure, we should adopt Georgina and Lucas’ routine too I think,” his mother answered with a concerned look, “But I don’t know how much the security guard can see through our window really,” she took on a thoughtful look.
“We’ll have to figure something out.”
They finished their dinner and Yvette blathered on about things she wanted to put on shelves and what kinds of carpets they should have. Sam had trouble following the conversation. His mind was constantly dragging him back to the image of his mothers well formed waist and butt and his own hard rod sliding underneath it earlier.
He could still sense the feeling of her slippery thighs rubbing against his cock. Sam couldn’t help it, he got hard again.
To hide his erection he stayed seated whilst his mother cleared the table. He felt bad about not helping, but he was a bit concerned about how she might react.
A part of him was wanting her to notice his erect condition with the hope that she again would offer to help him out. But another part of him was afraid that she might not… and that would very much crush his ego and dream.
His plan was to sneak to the bathroom and jerk off when he got the chance, but his mother had other plans. When she’d finished clearing the table and putting away the dishes, she grabbed his hand and insisted on them watching some TV on the sofa.
Sam hesitated as she tugged at his arm.
“What’s wrong son?” she asked with that concerned motherly look.
Sam couldn’t get the words out and just looked down.
His mother quickly got the jist.
“I see,” she cooed, “Don’t worry. That’ll come to good use tonight when we have to trick the security guard in bed,” she said and forced him along to the living room.
Sam felt foolish. Being led by the hand, his hard dick making an obvious tent in his pants.
“You just sit down and relax sweetie. I’ll get us some drinks,” she said and sashayed back to the kitchen. Sam covered his strained crotch with the blanket on the sofa and tried to find a film they could watch.
As his mother came back, with a drink in each hand, Sam could see how her eyes went straight for his groin but looked disappointed when she noticed he’d covered himself.
Or maybe Sam was imagining things…
They spent the rest of the evening watching some film and sipping on their drinks. Yvette refilled them both twice and got a bit closer to him everytime. By the end of the movie she was leaning her head on his shoulder and holding on to his forearm between them.
Her touch was so sensual and soft. For a few moments she felt like his real wife, almost.
Sam worked hard to not constantly peek down her ample cleavage.
As the movie drew to an end he was dreading the inevitable… bedtime. The time was about 10:15 p.m. and that security guard was supposed to make his rounds at 11.
When the movie ended, Sam was quick to make his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for bed. His dick was aching and really needed a release. But it was as if his mother had read his mind.
“Don’t touch yourself Sam. Save it for bed,” she half hollered after him, a slight giggle seeping through.
Sam didn’t know what to do with himself. He pretended not to hear what she had said and rushed off to the bathroom.
Once there he had to let his raging boner loose. It was at bursting point. It was, as always, pointing at a harsh angle towards the roof. Sam took a grip on it. All of his primal instincts wanted to give it a few strokes, but he was sure he’d come straight away if he did.
Did his mother really mean what she said? Was she just kidding? How did she know he was rushing to the bathroom to jack off? How were they gonna fake sex now so the security guard would see it?
Was that even legal - to spy on your employees in the privacy of their own homes?
The flurry of thoughts and questions calmed his hardness down a little. Sam brushed his teeth and made his way to the bedroom.
Luckily his mother was still washing up glasses in the kitchen, so he didn’t have to expose his swollen member to her as he got undressed and slipped under the covers.
He kept his underwear on. He still hadn’t found his boxer briefs from the other day, and these fashionable tanga briefs he was wearing now worked mostly as a cradle for his ballsack. most of his hard dick was out. But at least the waist band of the underwear kept his dick a bit pressed against his stomach and didn’t let it stick out as much as if he’d been naked.
Sam was looking out the window and the dark street. Only lit up by a few quaint street lamps here and there. The security guard must be able to see straight into their bed. If he had binoculars he could surely even make out details. Maybe if he had his back to the window and they just made the ‘motions’ it would look real enough for him to be satisfied with how their love life was going, Sam thought to himself as he heard his mother washing up in the bathroom.
Yvette came waltzing in and dropped her clothes. Apart from her minute panties, she was totally naked. Her large, firm breasts made her look even more naked. There was so much enticing flesh swaying around as she moved. Sam got an eyeful again.
“It’s almost time,” Yvette said to him in a low voice, as if someone was listening in, “I was thinking that you could be on top of me, and if I had my legs up, any peeping Tom’s could see that we were faking it,” she said and commenced to forcefully slide in under Sam.
Sam moved up on his elbows to make room for her. She pulled him on top of her and raised her legs over his hips.
“Now you just have to make the motions and it’ll look like we were making love,” she whispered.
Sam felt her strong thighs clamping at his sides, “What? Now?” he whispered back.
“Yeah, well… I don’t know exactly when the guard will come by,” Yvette said defensively.
Sam was holding his upper body away on straight arms, but he could still feel the lower part of his mother’s impressive breasts against his upper belly. His hips were raised up but with every little motion that made the mattress bounce a little, he felt the underside of his bursting dick brush against the pantie clad pussy mound of his vixen mother under him.
This did nothing to help him. His dick started to twitch and every twitch was like it slapped at her bulging panties.
“Sorry, I…,” he began…
“Don’t worry, com’on now,” she said hurriedly and pulled his hips down with her thighs.
The whole hard width of him now embedded itself on her pussy. It felt as if he had laid it down in a sausage bun. Heat was emanating from her and planting itself into his hard on.
Yvette began tugging at his arms and bouncing her hips impatiently.
Sam went along. Partly on purpose and partly on instinct.
He began grinding his large part against the soft valley it was in. He felt the fabric of her panties being pulled and pushed along with his slow thrusting.
The sensations going through his penis were outer worldly, only the bizarre situation of it all kept him from climaxing. It was torture.
He hadn’t really noticed at first, but under him, his mother was panting and breathing rapidly. She had a strong hold on his arms and her hips were working hard to meet up with his pushes.
Looking down, he had to admire her massive breasts spilling out over her whole upper body. Her darker areolas and nipples flowing in irregular circles along with the motions their bodies were making.
As his mother’s gyrating became more intense Sam's thrusting followed suit.
His pushes were laden with more weight now and his pulling along her meaty soft mound became longer.
Sam was sure this would look very real to anyone watching them. Hell, it felt kind of real even.
Yvette was now breathing in short, shallow inhales. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes were shut tight. Suddenly he felt her nails dig into his arms and her legs wrap fiercely around his waist, pulling his hips hard onto her. He could feel how the underside of his hard on sank in between her wet folds!
Sam was no longer in control. The moment he realized that his mother had cum, he came himself!
He wanted to pull away, but was held in place by the primitive strength of a woman that is on the peak of her orgasm. Instead, he felt himself squirt hard, and again… and again.
Sam groaned of tormented pleasure as he saw rope after rope of his cum laying liquid lines all over his mothers prominent breasts.
Some droplets even landed on her cheek!
They laid in this fixed position for a while. Time was not possible to calculate now.
But after unmeasured moments, Sam felt her legs loosen up around him and fall to the sides. Her knees still bent up.
It was hard to distinguish where his body ended and hers began down there, but he could undoubtedly feel the flesh surrounding the underside of his still pulsating dick gripping at it.
Yvette had her head turned sideways and was gasping for air still.
Sam quickly came back to planet earth and lifted some of his weight off her.
His mother’s arms had let go of their grip on his and her chest was heaving. His cum dripping off the sides of them.
Sam felt an embarrassed chill, “Mom… I’m sorry! I couldn’t hold it in!”
His mother tried to speak several times and finally she said, “That’s alright Sam. It was my fault. I got carried away,” in an exhausted voice.
Sam laid himself on the side of her and she soon found her bearings.
“Wow? You really came alot,” she said in a way that sounded like a compliment.
“Yeah, I’m sorry…,” Sam said meekly again. He felt his dick still twitching against his mother’s steaming thigh. Looking down he observed how her panties had ridden way up into her pussy. Her smooth labia totally engulfed the lower part of them.
Yvette sat herself up, her breasts were soaked. She grabbed a packet of wet wipes on the bedtable and wiped herself off.
Sam could only lay there and feel a bit embarrassed. That was really a show of poor self control, he thought to himself. He had really made a mess. But his mom didn’t seem bothered in any way.
She had soon wiped up all of his ejaculation and laid herself down on the pillow beside him again. Sam was anxiously waiting for her next words.
“Did the guard see us?” she then asked hopefully as she tried to gander out the window over Sam’s shoulder.
“Ehm… I don’t know. I hope so,” he replied.
“Hmm.. we’ll have to keep at it,” she proclaimed and made herself comfortable beside him under the covers.
The heat under there was blazing. Sam’s dick had now shrunk down to its normal, still impressive, size and was laying heavily over his mother’s thigh. He felt a few trickles still dripping out of its head. He hoped she wouldn’t notice.
He fell asleep with his arm around her head and her body pushed up against the side of him.