Let the Fucking Begin Ch. 02 by noclaf,noclaf

Does she shave her pussy or leave it naturelle?

Does she make her back passage available?

Does she engage with more than one guy at a time?

Hopefully, I’ll find out.

As I made my way down the stairs, I noticed the lights were on in the kitchen and the aroma of lentil soup getting stronger.

Did I forget the lights on?

What about the smell of lentil soup?

I walked into the kitchen………

“Mom?”

“Mom……… What are you doing here?”

She started to walk towards me and said, “Hi, hon.” She planted a kiss on my cheek and then went back to the kitchen bench.

“I hope I didn’t wake you. I found you fast asleep and I didn’t want to disturb you.

“Out partying last night?” she asked me.

My mind was answering her question, but my mouth was not moving. I couldn’t speak. I was in a state of shock.

“You OK, sweetie? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

“N…… No, mom. Sorry. You just startled me. I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I thought you were at your work conference.” I forced myself to reply.

“It was a ‘seminar’, dear, not a conference. Come to think of it, is there a difference between a conference and a seminar?

“Anyways, yes, I was there, but I left a little early. Unfinished business back home.”

My mother is a structural engineer and is one of the senior engineers at her firm.

They specialize in the design and building of bridges.

She’s forever running from here to there, fixing problems with plans or construction.

She’s was probably called back to deal with a project mishap. Not unusual.

“Now, take a seat and we’ll have some dinner.

“I hope you’re hungry. I made us a hearty and healthy meal for tonight. Lentils, steamed veggies and dips.”

I sat down at the kitchen table.

When all the family is at home we sit in the dining room, but if there’s only a few for a meal, we use the kitchen table.

“Won’t be a second, dear,” she told me, “Just waiting for the vegetables.”

She had her back me.

I could not help it but to ogle at her body.

She was wearing a loose fitting sweat top and the Lycra leggings that she wears for yoga.

This is her typical comfort-home-wear. I have seen her in similar ensembles a thousand times and have never given it a second thought.

Today was a different matter.

The leggings revealed her shapely legs and her curvy buttocks.

I stared at her bum cheeks.

Nestled between those tight and well-rounded cheeks was her anal passage where my brother had the length of his cock inserted into.

It was only three days ago that Jason was fucking our mom’s arse and she was moaning with pleasure. I can still recall her face glowing with sexual satisfaction

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I started to get hard.

I moved the chair closer to the table so she wouldn’t notice.

It was mentally challenging to believe that this sweet and dear woman, whom I have loved and have always turned to for help, nurture and advice, had been involved in so many sexual escapades as I had seen in the videos.

I started to wonder what it would be like to part those cheeks and insert my cock into her arse.

I felt a little pre-cum escaping out of my penis.

My mouth was dry and my hormones were racing around like charged particles in a particle accelerator.

Is mom the one that will ask if I wanted to take part in the family activities?

If so, when will she do it?

How will she approach me?

Should I act surprised?

Shocked?

Happy?

Indifferent?

My thoughts were broken by my mother’s voice.

“I’m having a glass of red with the meal.” She then asked me, “Would you like a glass of wine as well, or shall I get my little man a beer?”

Feeling that my voice was about to crack under my excited state of mind, I mustered all of my strength to make my voice sound normal.

“Wine will be fine, thanks Mom.”

She turned around with wine bottle in one hand and a wine glass in the other and approached the table.

“This is a very nice drop. From New Zealand.

“Who would have thought the New Zealanders make such nice wine?”

She poured me a glass of wine and then went back to put the final touches to the meal.

I recall hearing Mom commenting on New Zealand wines, but my eyes were darting back and forth between the floor and where her upper legs met her torso.

I was trying to recall if I ever seen it before.

Maybe I had, but never gave it any notice.

Maybe not.

Either way, Mom had a very distinctive camel toe.

I could easily make out her pussy lips, parted by the seam of her yoga leggings.

All that I could imagine was the beautiful, hairy pussy that was been covered by the sheer fabric.

I found myself wondering what it would be like to smell and taste my mother’s pussy.

How would it feel to have my cock engulfed by her honey pot?

Lord, give me a break.

Take pity on me.

An image of God, came into my mind.

He was sitting on his large thrown, high above the clouds and looking down.

Looking at me.

“St Peter, come and take a look at this,” he said while laughing out loud.

I think that’s how tsunamis are formed, when God laughs out loud.

He points down below and they are now both watching me.

“I’ve made him so sexually uncomfortable and frustrated that his hormones are about to pop out of his skin.”

They both started to laugh.

Tsunami after tsunami after tsunami.

Pity to the Islanders, and New Zealanders, in the Pacific.

She placed the plates and bowls on the table and sat down.

“Where’s Dad?” realizing that my father was not present.

“He’s still at the resort. He will be back in a few days.

“I told him that he could stay there longer, but the charmer that he is, told me that he couldn’t stay without me.

“Actually, he should be out in the wilderness enjoying the fresh air and the cold, tonight. He and a few of the guys from the office went for an overnight hike in the mountains.”

She took a spoonful of her delicious lentil soup and then continued talking:

“They’re probably sitting around the campfire, about now, talking about girls.

“Men?”

“You’re all the same.”

Another spoonful and then she started, again:

“Talking about girls, I was sorry to hear about your breakup with Frec………With Freda.”

She was ready to say ‘Freckles’. I’m sure of it.

“It’s been, what now, about four or five weeks?” she inquired.

“About that,” I replied.

With a concerned motherly expression, she asked me if I was OK.

“It’s just one of those things, Mom. As I explained to you over the phone, we tried it out, but it didn’t seem to be working.

“We’re still friendly with each other. She’s a nice young lady which I now feel privileged to call a friend.”

“Don’t worry, dear, I’m sure you’ll find another young lady,” she said and continued eating.

It was then that I noticed her lips.

The lips that were wrapped around so many cocks in the videos.

The lips that were covered in cum.

My erection had started to deflate but now it was back up again.

What’s wrong with me?

Another tsunami somewhere in the Pacific.

After dinner, I cleared the table while Mom was enjoying her second glass of wine.

“Would you like some more wine, baby'” she offered.

It really was a very nice drop, so I asked for some more.

We were sitting across from each other and I noticed my mother shifting her weight on the chair, a number of times.

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