Getting Caught Having Sex… By Your Mum
When I was in my early twenties I would come home on the breaks from college. Of course, I’m no saint or anything like that, my mom and step dad had raised several other boys older then me, all his sons. The house had experienced its share of – interesting – things. Back in the late seventies it had been quite the party pad, so my turn as a young adult really was not so different. Only it was, in a lot of ways because my mom never was able to tell the older boys to behave like gentlemen without getting scoffed at. I had the tendency of listening to her and respecting her opinion.
Bringing home a date on a lazy Sunday afternoon to a pool party was pretty accepted. No one seemed to mind too much. My local dates knew me from high school and were pretty well known around the house. One thing I will say is that my step dad was a heavy drinker, and usually by mid afternoon was passed out on the back sofa under the AC. Most of the time we just closed the door and let him be, usually with the TV on to keep him company.
Many of the guests would leave shortly thereafter, bellies full of BBQ and beer. My mom would head to the kitchen to clean up while I made sure the BBQ and the backyard were picked up. My date often stayed to help and we’d swim in the pool afterwards as the sun went down. Well, there was this one time, the sunset was just so perfect, and the water was just so warm that me and my date started making out on the far side of the pool, kind of behind some of the shrubs. Neither of us had much thought about getting caught, as my mom usually did not come back out.
So we’re kissing and rubbing each other in the water, and I mention how great it would be to have sex in the pool. My date had never done that before, although I had some minor experience with it. I get a general consensus that sex right then, in the pool, would be awesome. We’re both pretty turned on by the idea, and the groping going on is involving quite a bit of fingering under the hems of the bathing suits we’re wearing. Both of us are enjoying the action, although getting nude makes it that much better. We’re a entwined mass of arms and legs and open mouth kisses and neither of us is paying much heed to anything else. I’m doing some finger work and my date is really into it, tugging on my ear with teeth, pulling lightly on my hair, thrusting back against my hand. What gets my attention is the feeling of something cold and folded hitting my arm. I turn my head and notice it’s a condom packet floating in arms reach.
I looked over to see my mom just clearing the back door, on her way back inside.
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