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Part 4
My mom and I both sat naked on my bed, covered in the sweat of our first fuck together and in utter silence. Peter had made it clear to my mom that he now considered her part of 'the deal' and then simply walked out having watched our entire fuck session. I didn't know where to begin and Mom seemed so shocked by what had just happened, between her and me and with Peter, that she simply sat there.
I knew I had to say something. I wanted her to know that I hadn't set her up just to save myself from Peter 'spilling the beans' about catching me wanking. I had set her up, yes, but it was because I wanted her so bad. I thought she was the most gorgeous, sexiest woman on the planet and the fact that she was my own mother just added to the lust I felt for her. Sure Peter had driven the situation, but I was a willing partner.
I started to talk and told her that I loved her and that I didn't mean to do anything to hurt her. I just wanted her so bad and Peter had given me the opportunity.
Mom interrupted me, "So what's this deal you have going with Peter? Have you done some sort of trade with me?" she said.
"No, no," I said, "I wouldn't trade you like some $10 crack whore. It's just Peter saw an opportunity to make it happen."
"What opportunity?" she asked. "Why and how the hell is Peter involved in this?"
I knew that I had no choice but to come clean about Peter and me. I told my mom that Peter had caught me in his room going through his stuff and had kinda blackmailed me into subsequent events.
Mom said, "If all that happened was Peter catching you going through his bag, then why didn't you tell me? Sure it's a bad thing to do to a guest, to go through their personal belongings, but I wouldn't have been too mad. I have to admit that on occasion I have done it myself," she said.
Mom clearly knew there was more to it than just my snooping. I decided to tell her everything, from start to finish. For god sake, we had just fucked each other. Surely she wasn't going to be too concerned that I had been caught wanking over Peter's porn mags.
I started to recount the events that had led up to us fucking. Mom made me go into every detail -- how I had reacted, how I had frigged myself on command, how I had twice left Peter's room dripping in spunk, and finally how this had led to Peter and I setting Mom up to find the incest mag and my fucking her. Mom was obviously getting turned on again as I recounted the story. She asked me what it had been like to masturbate in front of a stranger, what it felt like to have Peter come all over me, and to describe in detail my thoughts of fucking her as I had performed for Peter. As I did so, Mom's right hand started gently massaging her clit whilst her left hand caressed her breasts and nipples.
"Oh god, it's just all so sexy," she said. "Just the thought of what's been going on under my nose."
I was getting hard again as I recounted my story. Mom grabbed by cock and pulled up and down on the shaft.
"Fuck me son. Fuck me again, please," she begged. I leaned across and inserted my index finger into her cunt and began to finger-fuck her. "How do you want me?" she said.
I held her small hips and turned her on her stomach. "Over the side of the bed... doggy," I responded.
Mom gently slid off the bed and onto her knees with her shoulders and arms stretched over the bed. I massaged the moisture left from our last fuck over the head of my cock and knelt behind her. Her cunt was moist and dripping my first load down her inner thigh. Her arsehole was beautifully exposed to me. I placed my thumb against her arsehole and my dick on her pussy lips. Then I inserted my thumb into her beautiful arse and my cock into her pussy at the same time. Mom bucked at this double penetration, then relaxed and let me enter her slowly and softly. Once my dick was fully in her she told me to fuck her hard and fast.
"Hard, fast and dirty is how I always want our sex to be," she said as I started to pump her frantically. "What we've now got together is never going to stop, not even when Peter is a distant memory. I love you fucking me and I want it to continue. Who knows what adventures we may have in the future together and maybe, from time to time, with our paying guests."
I couldn't believe my luck. Not only did Mom want me now, in the heat of the moment, she wanted to make it a regular thing. I hadn't even considered getting other guests involved in the future but Mom's mind was already thinking ahead.
I pumped as hard and as fast as I could into my mom with both my dick and thumb. With my other hand I massaged her little titties. She bucked and swore as she reached orgasm after orgasm. Once again I didn't last long but that was the way Mom seemed to like it. I shouted that I was cumming.
"Not inside me!" Mom shouted. "I want you to spray my back and arse with your spunk. Cover me with your juices."
I pulled out and wanked the last few strokes to a fantastic orgasm. I couldn't believe how much spunk I was producing. Spurt after spurt covered my mom's back and arse and dripped down between her thighs.
Mom rolled over and sat on the floor. "We must do whatever Peter wants of us during his stay with us," she panted. "We can't afford to have him talk to your father and spoil everything," she insisted.
As Mom started to get up and gather her clothes I couldn't resist taking a leaf from Peter's book. "Don't get dressed or cleaned up," I said. "I want you to walk out of here and down the corridor to your room just as you are, naked and dripping in spunk."
"I can't do that son," she said. "What if any of our other guests were to see me?"
"That's the whole point," I said. "The risk of it all and, anyway, we only have two other guests at the moment so the chances of being seen are only small. Now go for it Mom, and don't run. I want you to walk slowly down the corridor, dripping my cum all the way to your room."
Mom did just as instructed and we both then waited in anticipation of Peter's next instructions. Hopefully we would not have to wait too long.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 5
