A New Life - Sex Stories

A New Life

... into full blown screams as my son, my darling son, my rock-hard son, drove deeper inside her. "Do you like it?" she asked, still looking at me.

At that moment, the cement broke, and I was able to pull myself away from the door. I hurried straight into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I didn't even bother touching the knob for hot water, because I definitely needed the cold shower that was about jolt my body and soul back to reality.

After the long cold shower, I headed downstairs to prepare dinner. My son's bedroom door was completely closed, so I assumed they were still in his room. I was not ready to see the girl whom my son just fucked into oblivion. When I turned the corner into the kitchen, I was met by a chipper blonde who wore the largest smile. She gleamed with satisfaction. I stopped in my tracks.

"Hey, Miss Lori," Amanda greeted me. Not surprised by my lack of ability to speak, she added, "Braxton and I are going make some dinner. Please join us." She reached toward me with a glass of wine. She had to take my hand and force my fingers around the glass.

"Hey, mom," Braxton said, as he dumped a box of pasta into a pot of boiling water. "It's not going to be anything fancy, but we'll cook for you tonight." He cocked his head to one side and then asked, "Is everything alright?"

I silently sat down in a chair at the round kitchen table. I sat nearest the door, in case I needed to run away. Even though, I had no idea where I would run to or how far I ...

... would have to go to avoid the interrogation of my watching the two of them. Nearly stuttering, I simply said, "Yes."

"I didn't hear you come in," my son said, as he stirred the sauce. "You must have had a rough workout." He added, suggesting a reason for my silence.

Amanda sat down to my left, propping her right foot on the seat with her. She wiggled her manicured toes as if I hadn't just seen them rubbing my son's ear twenty minutes earlier. She held a smile as she stared at me. "Have you done anything fun lately?" she asked, as if she wanted me to confess.

Braxton served me first. As he sat the plate down, I began to calm just a little. I figured if Amanda was going to say anything, she would have freaked out the moment she saw me. Or did she already tell my son? Does he know? Is that why he decided to cook me dinner? More questions and thoughts raced through my mind as they began eating as if nothing happened.

After dinner, Amanda and I cleaned the dishes as Braxton went off to do Braxton things. The awkward silence made me more nervous. "Umm," I mumbled, trying to break the silence. "Sorry," I stammered. Apologizing was the first thing I thought to do that made sense.

"I bet that was exciting, wasn't it?" Amanda inquired. She continued rinsing the plates as if what I did was normal. "You should have stayed a little longer," she said as she turned off the water. "You missed the best part."

I wiped my hands on a towel and hurried across the kitchen. What ...