Mark sorted through what he thought was mainly junk and came across two shoeboxes hidden behind other boxes in a corner. They were tied together with a pink ribbon and seemed out of place. Unlike the other stuff, they didn’t have much dust on them.
Mark found his book, but he was drawn back to the shoeboxes.
In the first box were a red dress, black bra, thong, garter belt, and stockings. The other items in the box were a dildo and a tube of lube.
The second box contained a white tank top and a micro denim skirt. No underwear, but there were two computer discs.
Mark took the boxes with him to his bedroom. He put them in his wardrobe and hid them under other boxes that were already in there.
After dinner, Mark made the excuse he wanted to study and went to his bedroom. He turned his computer on and retrieved one of the discs. There were two files on it, both movies.
When the first one began, Mark couldn’t believe his eyes. Donna, his mother, was sitting on a bed wearing the red body-hugging dress and black stockings.
Mark’s first thought was it was a porn movie, but he couldn’t believe his mother would do such a thing. He watched as Donna did a short interview during which she said her name was Belle.
Then the voice behind the camera asked, “Okay, Belle, why don’t you show us your body?”
Mark’s hand went into his pants as he watched his mother strip naked. All except her garter-belt and stockings. The interviewer asked her to leave them on. Then Mark was treated to an exhibition he couldn’t believe. His mother flaunted herself. She was spreading her legs unashamedly. Teasing her clit and fingering herself.
The cameraman got into the action. A hand came into shot. It felt Donna’s tits and tweaked her nipples, and then two fingers joined Donna’s, one in her pussy.
Mark managed to free his cock and grab a t-shirt just in time because his cock erupted, unloading the contents of his balls into the shirt.
When he looked back at the computer screen, a guy was lying on the bed, and his mother was bouncing on his cock, cowgirl style. Mark’s cock grew again, and as he watched his mother fucking this guy, Mark beat his cock with his hand.
Mark watched the second video. It was in a different location and a solo by Donna fingering herself and using the dildo.
After watching those two, Mark had to get the other disc out and see what was on that. There were three short videos on it. All three began with Donna in the tank-top and mini skirt, nothing else. They were straight porn movies. In two, she was fucked by a guy, though a different one in each movie. The third Donna sucked and fucked two men. Again different suitors to any of the other movies.
As the last movie finished, Mark was pulling his dick again, and he was soon shooting his cum into the shirt again.
Mark didn’t see his mother until the following afternoon. He watched her going about her business, but in his eyes, she was naked. Her pert little tits jiggling as she walked, and Mark wondered if her hairy pussy was wet and wanting.
That evening Mark watched each movie twice. As he laid in bed jerking himself off, he wondered if there were more discs around and just how many men had fucked his mother.
The next day Mark’s father was out of town on business. Mark decided early on he wanted to say something to Donna. He had chances, but when it came to it, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. Then mid-morning, Mark was in his room. The door was open, and Donna brought some towels in for Mark.
“Are you okay, Honey? You have been very quiet this morning,” Donna said, laying the towels on Mark’s bed.
Mark told Donna he was alright it was just that he was trying to sort some stuff out. Donna asked if she could help, but Mark wouldn’t elaborate.
“If you want to talk, just let me know. That’s what mothers are for,” Donna said, and she headed for the door.
Just as Donna reached the door, Mark blurted out, “I found the boxes, and the discs, Belle.”
Donna stopped dead. She looked upwards and then turned around, “What did you say?”
Mark repeated what he had just told Donna.
Donna rushed away, and Mark heard noises in the loft.
“Where are they?” Donna snapped when she came back.
Mark told Donna the boxes were in his wardrobe and that one disc was by his computer and the other in the computer.
“Get the boxes and give them to me,” Donna ordered Mark. He got the boxes and Donna the discs. Then Donna stormed out of the bedroom.
Mark thought it was best not to antagonize his mother, so he stayed in his room.
About five, there was a knock on Mark’s bedroom door. It opened, and Donna said, “I just got a call from your father. He got tied up and won’t be home tonight. I have steaks out. Will you barbeque them, and I will do the rest?”
It wasn’t the best tone in Donna’s voice, but it was better than earlier.
“We will eat about seven then,” Donna suggested.
Mark stayed in his room for about another hour and then ventured downstairs. Donna was sitting at the table on the patio with a beer in her hand.
“Can I join you?” Mark mumbled nervously.
Donna starred at Mark, steely-eyed for a few seconds, “Get yourself a beer and fire up the barbeque,” Donna said in her normal voice, much to the delight of Mark.
Mark cooked the steaks, making sure Donna’s was just the way she liked it. They talked, but it was still a little strained conversation. Things got better while they ate, and Donna congratulated Mark on her steak several times.
Mark replenished the chili bin, and they drank two or three more beers each.
“What did you think of them?” Donna asked out of the blue.
“I will if you tell me why,” Mark answered.
Donna thought for a moment, “It is difficult to explain why I did the first one. Boredom may be from the same old sex. The others because I enjoyed the first one. Each guy is different.”
Mark took a deep breath and confessed, “I have been jerking off to them.” Mark paused and then asked, “Are you bored now?”
“No,” Donna said. “What I am now is very horny. But if you are suggesting what I think you are, I am not sure is it right.”
“These men you had sex with, how long did you know them?” Mark asked.
“I didn’t. I met them at the shoot, but you are my son,” Donna argued. “It’s different.”
They sat in silence for at least a minute, looking at each other. Donna put her beer down, “We will clear this lot up in the morning,” and she walked into the house.
Mark followed his mother through the living room down the hall up the stairs to his parent’s bedroom. Donna didn’t turn around or say anything. She just began taking her clothes off.
When Donna reached behind her back to unfasten her bra, Mark said, “Wait, can I do that?”
Donna looked over her shoulder and smiled. Mark took that as a ‘yes’ and unfastened his mother’s bra, and Donna let it fall to the floor, and then she turned around.
A wave of warmth swept through Mark’s body as he looked at Donna’s pert breasts and hard nipples. She waited for Mark to make a move, but he just stood there staring, so she stepped to Mark and helped him out of his teeshirt and then his pants and shorts.
“Would you like me to suck your cock?” Donna asked.
Mark nodded, and Donna sank to her knees. Mark closed his eyes and groaned softly as Donna sucked his dick expertly. Her skills were too much for Mark. He couldn’t take it and pushed his hips forward and shot his load into Donna’s mouth.
Mark was distraught, but Donna took it in her stride and didn’t make a fuss.
“It happens,” Donna said, and then she told Mark to lay on the bed.
Mark got on the bed, and Donna removed her panties. She climbed on the bed and said, “Your turn,” and then Donna straddled Mark’s face.
Donna gasped. For the first time in her life, she was brought to an orgasm with a tongue.
Mark knew what he had done. Donna had screamed out her pleasure, and his face was soaked.
It gave Mark a confidence he had never known. He rolled Donna over and drove his cock into Donna’s cunt. Mark took charge, and Donna didn’t complain. She let Mark do whatever he wanted and enjoyed every second.
When it came time, and she felt Mark’s cock throbbing inside her, Donna clenched her cunt muscles and enjoyed the feeling of her son’s cum filling her.
It wasn’t the end. Mark’s cock stayed hard, and they fucked each other to exhaustion before falling asleep.
It was just after two when Donna was woken by the sensation of Mark’s cock. He was spooning Donna and entering her from behind. Donna waited until she knew she had Mark’s entire cock inside her before letting him know she was awake.
“Mmm, that feels so good, Honey. I’m not used to this sort of attention during the night,” Donna told Mark.
Mark put his hand over Donna and cupped her breast in his hand. He snuggled even closer to Donna, and she was sure he went a little deeper into her.
“How many movies have you made, Mom?” Mark asked.
Donna moved, and Mark’s cock slipped out of her. She turned around to face Mark, “Later. Maybe. Right now, I want your cock.”
Mark rolled Donna onto her back and sank his dick into her. Donna felt like a naughty teenager again as Mark pummelled her cunt, and she came four times before Mark filled her with cum again.
Mark’s eyes opened again at six-ten. Donna already had her lips around his morning wood. As soon as she saw he was awake, she jumped on his dick and fucked him, cowgirl. Mark’s hands stopped Donna’s tits from bouncing until he took one hand away and slapped her thigh. Seeing the one bouncing again, Mark took his other hand away and watched Donna’s tits jiggling.
Donna leaned forward, and for the first time, she kissed Mark on the lips. When she pulled away, she said, “God, I love your cock. I wish your father could fuck like you.”
“And you have a fantastic body, Mom. Great tits and a beautiful tight cunt,” Mark complimented his mother.
Donna froze, “That’s not nice. To call your mother’s vagina that.”
Mark thought he had said the wrong thing, but then Donna asked, “Do you really think I am tight.”
Mark only nodded just in case he was in trouble.
“Well then,” Donna said. “With a compliment like that, I can forgive you for calling it a cunt.”
Mark didn’t know what to think, but then Donna smiled, and that broke into a laugh.
Mark half sat and grabbed Donna, “You fucking bitch,” he said, and he started laughing.
“There you go again with that foul language,” Donna said, and she pushed on Mark’s shoulders until he was flat on the bed again.
Mark reached up and tweaked Donna’s erect nipple. “Ouch,” Donna screeched. She half-closed her eyes, “You little cunt,” she said, and then she pulled Mark’s nipple until he squealed.
They began laughing again and trying to tug at each other. They rolled around the bed, abusing each other with the foulest of language. Donna was getting the better of Mark, but then he managed to lay over her and hold her arms above her head.
Donna wasn’t struggling, so Mark released Donna’s hands. He moved back a little and knelt between Donna’s legs. Donna left her arms over her head. She was out of breath from playing, and Mark watched her chest heave, then he grabbed two pillows and told Donna to lift her ass.
“Why should I?” Donna said cheekily, and she remained lying on the bed with a smirk on her face.
“Because if you don’t, I am going to grab a handful of your cunt hair and pull you up with it.”
Donna tested Mark’s patience, but she arched her back when he seized hold of her pubic hair. Mark put the pillows under Donna, and then he drove his cock into Donna’s pussy.
“Take it out. Take it out,” Donna yelled.
Mark was reluctant, but when he withdrew, a shower of Donna’s juices followed. He jabbed his cock back in and pulled out with the same result. Donna sprayed Mark’s cock and his thighs as well as her own, and the pillows and sheets absorbed their fair share of fluid.
Remarkably it happened a third time, but not as dramatically.
Donna and Mark were both amazed at what had happened, and they were both energized to have the best and most satisfying sex session they had together.
When it was over, Donna headed to the bathroom. After she had showered, Mark asked Donna to remain naked. Donna agreed as long as Mark did the same. After changing the sheets, they went downstairs and had breakfast.
Mark stayed home, and until mid-afternoon, they never stopped touching each other’s bodies, and they fucked three more times.
When they began on their fourth time, it was almost a disaster. They were on their way to Mark’s bedroom but didn’t make it. Mark had Donna pinned against the wall, and they heard the front door open.
It was Mark’s father.
Donna rushed to her bedroom and put some clothes on. Then she headed downstairs to greet her husband. Smiling, pantyless, and smelling of Mark and sex.
