“I… I… I think,” was all I could say. D had to finish my sentence. “I think he agrees. I mean you did make him cum in his pants.” Oh fuck. I can’t believe she told mom that. “I mean, he’s all wet. See?,” she said as her hand left my crotch and a dark moist spot appeared between my legs.
“Mmmom… I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was…” But mom abruptly spoke.
“It’s okay, honey. I think I’d better go. Thank you D for all your help,” Mom said as she rushed out of the room. I heard mom fumbling with what I think was her coat and heard the front door open then close.
D laughed and commented to me as I heard mom’s car drive away,”See I told you your mother was also a woman. I bet you never thought she could have done that to you.”
I felt so embarrassed and ashamed. I came watching my mother. “I’m a horrible, horrible person,” I said.
“Why?” D asked. “Because your mom got you excited? That was the whole point of this. I would have thought I married a gay guy if you hadn’t gotten turned on by that.”
“But that was my mother. My own flesh and blood. I’m not supposed to see her doing what she did. It was so wrong for my body to respond to her like that.”
“You’re human also, Dudley Do Right,” D told me. “So clear those thoughts out of your head and stop worrying over something that made you feel good, and just accept the fact your mom is hot to you.”
I let out a loaded sigh and D grabbed my hand before I could stand up.
“Soo. Say it… ‘My mom is hot.'”
I know my wife and knew I was in a losing battle over this. So I responded.
“Okay. Okay. My mom is hot,” I said nonchalantly.
“No. No. No. No. Say it like you accept the fact she’s hot. Try again.”
“My mom’s hot,” I said with a little more reassurance.
“More… Put some feeling behind it.”
“My mom’s hot!”
“I don’t believe you.”
D’s teasing had gotten me annoyed and excited, and out of the blue I just went crazy.
“Mom’s a hot fucking cunt! With a great tight ass that’s just begging to be grabbed!”
D went silent and looked surprised.
“Okay. I guess I believe you now.”
“Sorry,” I said, as I got up to change out of my wet pants.
“Wait,” D said as she grabbed my arm and halted me. “I want to feel your cock before you clean yourself up.” And she walked up to me and plunged her hand down into my sticky pants. I felt her hand toying and squishing around my prick and then down to my balls. “I love feeling your dripping dick in my fingers. I don’t know why, Randy, but realizing your mom’s dancing got you off is getting me hot.”
“Honey, please,” I said, as her fingers worked my dick back to life. Harder and faster D stroked until my big fat prick was ready for business.
I grabbed D tight and pushed my lips to hers. My hips pushed against her hand and I felt D wrap a leg around mine.
Her hips pushed against me as her pussy rubbed up against my thigh. I could feel the heat pour out of her mound. My wife had become horny and I knew my husbandly duties were being called out.
I wasted no time unzipping her jeans and letting them puddle below us. D also had mine off in a flash along with the sticky briefs.