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This story is about my Stepmother. 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 18, 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, because at this time I’d only heard about a supposed sex video she’d made, from unreliable sources.
I only suspected she might be unfaithful to Dad sometimes, not having seen anything myself to confirm it. Therefore all I had were my fantasies at this point, which I secretly enjoyed, but I still knew I’d be horrified if I ever discovered she’d had someone else than Dad in reality.
Mum used to see a certain optician, Mr. Miller, in his shop up the road. I’d never liked him at all, 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. Plus when the lights were dimmed for her tests, Mum would slip off her shoes as she sat in the chair, relaxing and rubbing a stockinged foot up her other leg suggestively.
She would laugh at his jokes and innuendo to her during the tests, even once giggling when his hand slipped from her shoulder and closed over her right breast through her top, before he moved to the light switch again! I’m sure I saw that happen, there in the dark!
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 us, as he’d gotten into a bad situation, and Mum needed her expensive spectacles replacing. I happened to be with her after shopping when she next saw her optician, so I was there when we sat before him at his desk in the office.
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 pontificated, lecturing her about it. This guy really was a self righteous bastard, and I was irked to see my Mum accepting his telling off.
When she kicked off her shoes and made very flirty body language to him, I felt hurt and uncomfortable. My annoyance was building up, and I felt a knot in my stomach.
Mum then told me to go and wait in the reception area, as they had to discuss business, as she put it.
I noticed as I left that they left his office by another door. I glimpsed inside as it opened. It was a little poky storeroom, with a high metal couch, cushioned in black rubber.
As it was near closing time with our appointment being the last, his assistant, a weighty black woman, was alone in the reception area, where I waited.
I sat nervous, pretending to be engrossed in a magazine. Soon I saw the woman 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.
Just audibly, I heard sounds from it.
I recognised the optician’s voice mumbling something and sounding very smug, along with Mum’s voice going, “Hugh! Ough! Ourrgh!”
At first, I was sure she must have been just laughing out loud at some joke of his. Then, I doubted that.
What was he actually doing to my Mum, in there?
The black woman smiled as she heard these sounds, then switched the intercom off after looking over at me and smirking in a manner I found uncomfortable.
Mum emerged maybe half an hour later, looking quite happy and normal. I assumed this couldn’t have been what I thought it was.
Mr. Miller 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.
Mz. B, his assistant, let us out, reiterating to Mum about the extra next week. She blew a loud raspberry at Mum after repeating that word, and to my surprise my Mum blushed very red at that! Mum denied to me that the woman meant anything by it.
I couldn’t help it, I drew scenes of Mum 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 found them during the week, as she’d 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. We were due to go and explain, after a bit of shopping. I noticed Mum always seemed to dress more tartily and provocatively than usual on visits to the optician.
Today she wore a flimsy white blouse otele gelen escort that 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 mini skirt. This 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 raunchy strumpet look.
She hardly looked at all like my respectable, churchgoing Mum!
I felt so embarrassed walking up the shopping centre with her. Men were making comments as she passed, saying things like, “Corr! I’d love to get up that!”
Everyone was staring at her, and their eyes were lingering on her bum, which was like two eggs in a wet cloth!
She seemed to ignore them, yet 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. She smiled nastily on our arrival, and asked if Mum and I had the payment today.
When told we didn’t, the negress smirked at Mum and said, “Well now, honey, I hope you are ready to have to pay our exxxtra!”
She sounded that last word lasciviously, drawing it out and widening her eyes mockingly, as if it meant something totally different and more lewd. If it did, Mr. Miller must have told her, and they’d obviously laughed at us about it!
As we sat before Mr. Miller again, he told us off once more, lecturing my Mum and saying, “Do you understand what this means, Teresa? I’m adding on the extra!”
Mum looked sheepishly up at him from under her curls and replied quietly, “Yes, Mr. Miller. I’m sorry. We’ll have to come to an arrangement!”
He waved his pen at her, very pompously. He always had this oversized metal pen, a big long thing that he used to sign things with. 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.
I still recall the smell of her perfume and the slight musky scent of her feet, as she popped off her warm footwear, and the way she pulled and straightened the nylon from it’s ruffled place between her toes. The sense of worry combined with sexual titillation as she kissed my cheek still moves me to this day.
Her crimson wet lips awoke my desire, before she pulled away, leaving me with a lurching stomach and sense of doom as she allowed Mr. Miller to lead her away.
The last thing I saw before the door shut was her ass quivering and clenching nervously in it’s tight clothing as Mr. Miller’s big hand roved over it.
I waited in silence. Suddenly, I heard the noises again, louder now that I was only on the other side of the door.
Mum’s voice was loudly groaning, “OURGH! UUGHH!”
Mr. Miller was grunting like a pig.
I didn’t know what to do. I walked around, worrying.
I looked through the office door window, into the reception room. The cheeky black girl 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.
Now she was alone, the receptionist 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 my 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 met my worried gaze!
Mr. Miller was standing with his back to me, his pants down, and his big ugly arse thrusting forward steadily, with Mum’s arms and legs showing 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. Her sexy toes clenched, waved and shook, sensually stroking 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 and the floor if I came.
He grunted as he fucked her, as he actually fucked my Mum, bonking her with long deep thrusts.
“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 pendik escort then a deafening pause infected the air.
Then she went, “UUUUuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhrrrrrrllllllllllll!”
She froze, with her feet tensing, stretching out the nylon between them, and one hand spread, shivering in the air!
Yes! It seemed she was coming. Unbelievable but true! 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, pulling her legs right up to her chest. For the first time, I saw her naked body. It was really sexy, with firm wobbling boobs, a hairy crotch, and nipples that stood up all red and excited.
I also saw he was still hard, maybe he hadn’t come yet. 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 even harder, to see how aroused she was by it.
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.
“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 some 60’s sex symbol.
He moved his hand down, putting the pen between her twitching buttocks. Then he touched it on her arsehole.
Suddenly, Mum let out a deafening groan, almost a roar, of mixed lust and indignation, as he pushed it up her arse!
I watched the lewd, shocking sight of Mum and the optician having a very rude sex session. He was in there with her, and Mum was lying back, offering her bare behind to him and his pen!
Mum actually went “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRGHHHH!”, as he shoved 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 creased arsehole twitch and stretch at his ministrations.
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. 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 lewdly like she was a prostitute, and waving her eyebrows suggestively. All the while she was looking back and forth from his face to the object being waggled in her arsehole!
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.
She was going, “Eeeehhh, Pfffft! Yyyyoooooo, Pffft! Yeeeeee, Pffft!”
He snarled in lust at that, “Woarrgh!”, and in his lust he really jiggled and shoved the pen around harder, right up her arse.
His other hand reached out to her tits now, crudely grabbing them and squeezing them alternately, with Mum’s red aroused nipples poking up between his fingers.
Her shockingly lewd behaviour for that big pervert was so weirdly erotic that I gasped, and held my breath, hoping I wasn’t seen or heard, as my sperm poured into my handkerchief. All this was making me shudder in ecstasy and humiliation, all at once, transfixed by this sight!
Her hand worked on his dick, expertly squeezing, pulling and rubbing, and now she panted out in rhythm, in time to her 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 with a splat across Mum’s aroused tits!
“YES!”, he snarled, as Mum giggled and wobbled her defiled, cum streaked, cheating tits in encouragement!
Oh my God, he was having my Mum in the dirtiest way in there, and I peeped on their secret, hot and peverted adultery!
“Ahh yes, do it, you dirty man!” she said, and she pointed his dick over her body, directing his jets over her navel and filling it up, then directing spurts over her crotch, splattering her pubic hair with his white juice.
Now 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, splattering and covering her cornhole. The pen 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 rus escort 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. I waited quietly, wondering what the extra he insisted on actually was.
Suddenly I heard him laugh loudly, and Mum said, “Ooohh, it’s gone right in! Ooohh God, how could you?” Soon I heard her groaning again, and him slapping something. So I risked a look at the window again, and saw that Mum was leaning side on, against the wall. He was behind her, shoving his cock into her, and slapping her arse. 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 to shag my Mum up her shithole! Worse, she’d ended up agreeing to it!
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 were probably going past outside, people who knew us, even. Friends, relatives, neighbours; all were unaware of what the local optician was doing to my Mum in there!
Under theirs and my Dad’s noses, was Mum’s lewd 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.
He growled as he fucked her arsehole.
“Hulllgh! Ullgh! Hullllgh!”
“Do you like it, Teresa?”
“Yes, Sir! Hooohh, Huuurrmmhh!”
She was tossing her head around in joy. I didn’t want to be seen if she turned this way, so I sat down again, leaving the window.
I waited there, I’m not sure how long, but hearing every grunt, slap and exclamation from them was both straining on my mind and very arousing. I got hard again. 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. Then she exclaimed, “Oooooohhh!”, and chuckled ripely!
I couldn’t be sure what I saw, with the dimmed view I had, but I thought I saw something!
No! It couldn’t be! Surely that wasn’t a little blob of Mum’s own SHIT, 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, “Ooommmmmmgghhhh!”, 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. 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 Mum 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, perhaps!
Mum said wasn’t it nice of Mr. Miller to let her have the glasses for free! She thanked him for being so kind! 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 again!
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 outside 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.
I was 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 that 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 sperm 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!
I’d be pleased to hear from anyone who’s had any experience of cuckolding Moms, from either the Mom, the cuckolded Stepson, or the external lover’s perspective, etc.
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