Thread: Servicing mom (lowblow emma and foxy lady)

Angela jumped when her husband, John, entered the bedroom. She had expected him, but not so soon. How could he miss the look in her eyes and the relaxation of her facial muscles and whole body that always accompanied a deep, satisfying orgasm? How could he not notice the crumpled sheets that she was attempting to straighten or the stains of sperm and cunt fluid that were still damp where she and Mike had cavorted not more than a few minutes ago? How could he not notice the smell of sex that pervaded the room? But he showed no signs of noticing anything. He simply undressed and collapsed into the bed. She tossed her robe aside and stood looking at him. She wanted him to notice, but he took no notice. She wanted to grab his attention and let him know what she had done. It would only take a few seconds to tell him the truth. She imagined the words she would use. Youre impotent and useless to me. And now youre a cuckold too. Not only that, youre lying in his sperm right at this moment. Youve been replaced by a boy, a kid the same age as your son. A boy youve met and spoken to. And whats more, Tom knows all about it. Hes the one who arranged for his friend to come and fuck me tonight. And tomorrow all their friends at school will know. She relished those words as she slipped between the sheets and, as she did so, her cunt tightened, just as it had around Mikes pencil-thin cock. The very thought of impotence and cuckold was making her wet again. Making her eager to get him inside her again, and this time to stay calmer and keep him more under control. Should she text him to come tomorrow and to cum tomorrow too? Perhaps not, because she could already feel that her labia were sore from the unaccustomed rubbing they had just received. Some cold cream and a couple of days rest would do the trick. Then shed invite him over, just as soon as she was sure her husband would be out of the way. But then why bother? Why not invite him to stay and watch, see his own humiliation at first hand? These thoughts made her wetter still and she reached under the sheet and wiped away the juice that was trickling out. Her finger played idly with her clit, remembering the sharp bite Mike had given it. She clamped her thighs tight and dug her nail sharply into her clit. She knew she would not do or say any of these things that she imagined. She would leave John in ignorance, this man she loved and who had cared for her over the decades of their marriage and to whom she had been totally faithful, until this evening. She put out the light and tried to sleep, but her sleep was as fitful as Mikes, because she realised that she did not feel any guilt at what she had time. The next morning she sensed that Tom was hanging around eager to question his mother as soon as his father had left for work. Tom, she told him as soon as they heard the door shut, please dont ask me to go into details about last night. I know you want to find out and Im sure Mike will tell you something of what we did. I just want you to thank you for arranging for Mike to come to me. It was a very satisfactory evening from my point of view and I hope he enjoyed it too. But Tom wasnt being brushed off. Come on, mum, you cant leave it like that, all so clinical. Its too late to be coy. But she would not say more and he set off for school keen to learn what Mike would say at his debrief. At least, he reflected, mom hasnt asked him who he was servicing or what its like with her. But at that moment, that was exactly what his mother was wondering.