A New Life - Sex Stories

A New Life

... was she thinking? Did she think I came home hoping, praying, I would get a show? "I am very sorry," I apologized again, before heading toward the stairs.

"What is she sorry about?" Braxton asked Amanda as he walked past me.

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, in earshot. I had wished Amanda would avoid the question, but at the same time, I had hoped she would tell him just to clear the air. I couldn't bear to listen, so I rushed upstairs and hid myself in my bedroom.

"We need to talk," Amanda said, just as I reached the top of the stairs.

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The sun peaked through the curtains as I awoke from a stressful night. It was a mostly sleepless night as I laid awake worrying about my son's reaction to his girlfriend telling him that his own mother perved on them the previous night. I could just imagine her telling him how I spied on him fucking his girlfriend. I tried playing a scenario in my mind of how my son would forgive me. However, the more I thought of excuses, the more the images of my son's rock-hard cock sliding easily in and out of Amanda's drench pussy. The sound of his balls slapping on her firm ass played in my head like a faint drum in tune with whimpers of ecstasy and heavy breathing. Before I realized it, I slid my index finger inside my panties, separating my lips. I leaned my head back as I allowed myself to be consumed by the re-play.

"Mom," I heard a voice say, immediately snapping be back. The door opened and in walked my son. He was ...

... once again wearing just a pair of thin gym shorts.

"Can I talk to you?"

Here it comes. Here comes the moment my son flipped on me. I instantly sat up in the bed, preparing for the lashing. I was too nervous to notice my hard nipples protruding through the transparent lingerie, until I noticed my son staring at them. I pulled the satin sheet over my chest.

"Amanda broke up with me this morning." Braxton said, as he sat on the edge of the bed.

I instantly felt a rush of heat come over me. I just knew it was my fault. What girl would want to date a guy with a pervy mother? "I am sorry, honey," I said, realizing that apologizing was becoming a new norm for me. Of all the scenarios that played through my head about the previous night never prepared me for what came next.

"She told me," Braxton began to explain. "Since she was going off to college in two weeks, that there was very little chance that a long-distance relationship would work." Braxton turned toward me, lifting his left leg on the bed.

Was she serious? Was that really her excuse? It wasn't that I watched them. Did she tell him about that too? "Is that all she said?" I nervously asked.

Braxton's expression became puzzled as he as asked, "Does that sound like bullshit to you?"

I barely listened to a word he said as my eyes drifted down his muscular body. I internally gasp when I realized the head of dick was peaking out the bottom of his shorts. It looked like a perfectly cut mushroom that was ...