Taking Mrs. Farrell

Ginny Halworth

Ginny came to a shuddering climax as the video came to an end. Oh yeah. Those were the days, she thought as she lay back, her breath ragged and her heart pounding. What she wouldn't give...

Ginny turned her head as she caught a slight movement from the corner of her eye. The bedroom door. Someone had been watching. Dan was off on a business trip. That only left...

She heard the loose board in the hallway creak and called out. "Craig? Honey, is that you?"

There was no answer as Ginny got up and slipped her robe on. Looking into the hall, she noticed Craig's door closing softly. "Craig?"

The thought that her son might have seen her masturbating excited her in a strange sort of way. Ginny had always been an exhibitionist of sorts and things had been pretty dull around here since Dan's friend Pete had moved away and Johnny had gotten himself hitched. What if...

Her shower forgotten amidst the thoughts that were forming in her mind, Ginny walked over to Craig's bedroom. "Craig?" she queried as her hand found and turned the knob to open the door.
 
I hurried back to my room, softly closing the door behind me. My heart pounded in my chest, my mind trying to understand what I had just witnessed.

My mom, in a video with two men. What the hell was that ?

I fell face-down onto my bed, clutching the pillow.

I tried to rationalize what I had seen. Tried to find a logical, reasonable explanation.

I felt sick to my stomach, revisiting the images I had seen. Mom sucking cock and being fucked by another man...at the same time.

The woman that had raised me !!! The conservative housewife that I had known my whole life !!!

Tears began streaming down my cheeks.

And then something strange started happening....

The visions and images started becoming somehow...sickeningly exciting....

Disgusted and shocked by my reaction, I noticed a strange sexual desire beginning to spread through my body.

I forced my face deeper into the pillow, wanting the images to go away...wanting the strange longing to go away even more...
 
Oh no !! This can't be happening. She's my mom !!

I dropped the photos and quickly pulled my shorts back up. Sweat streamed down my forehead, asI gathered the pictures and stuffed them under a stack of papers.

I tried to gather myself, wondering what the hell mom had been up to, but afraid to find out. Taking a deep breath, I climb the stairs, trying to act normally.

Walking through the empty kitchen, I enter the living room, the smell of mom's cooking filling the air. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her, sitting on the couch.

"Smells great," I say, my voice sounding awkward and shaky.
"You're the best cook ever."

I move quickly to chair nearest the tv and drop my head, pretending to be too hungry to speak. My mind keeps seeing the photos of mom. Naked, legs spread, breasts exposed...

I try to eat, but can barely hold down my food...
 
I took a bite my hand a little shaky as I lifted the fork to my lips. I heard him come up...

'Smells great. You're the best cook ever.'

I chuckled after I swallowed and glanced towards him, unable to hold his gaze mine turned back to the blank TV.

"Thanks hon. I fixed your favorite."

I kept it short my finger fiddling with the fork, sort of toying with my food.

"How bout you turn on a video, k hon?"
 
Ginny Halworth

Ginny let herself into Craig's room. "Craig? Honey?" she repeated quietly as she walked over to where he was lying face down on the bed. Sitting down on the edge, she placed her hand on his shoulder to push Craig over onto his side. Ginny knew he had at least 'heard' the video and she had a pretty good idea that he had seen some of it and her, too.

Her son never seemed to have girlfriends like his friends did. It made her wonder how much Craig actually knew about sex. God! He could even be a virgin for all she knew. The thought of explaining the 'birds and the bees' to him was really turning her on.

Wasn't that wrong? Maybe. Then again... he had to learn somewhere, didn't he? Better at home with someone who loved him than with some bimbo in the back of a car. Besides... she didn't need him going around impregnating half the girls in town, and her tubes had been tied long ago.

It didn't take much to convince herself that this was the right thing to do. Smiling, Ginny reached out to caress her son's face. "Craig? I know you saw the video and probably what I was doing as well... I think we should talk about it. Don't you?"
 
I heard my door open and felt mom as she sat down on the bed. My mind was still reeling from what I had just witnessed and I couldn't understand my reaction. On the one hand, I was completely repulsed that my mother was fucking two men on the video. But on the other hand, I was turned on by the idea.


"Craig? I know you saw the video and probably what I was doing as well... I think we should talk about it. Don't you?"

Taking a deep breath, I rolled onto my side, wiping away the tears that had escaped from my eyes. The smell of her perfume comforted me. She had worn the same brand for as long as I could remember and always felt safe surrounded by her scent.

I tried to smile, but still felt uneasy...

"I don't understand," I said weakly. "Don't you love dad ?"

My eyes met hers...begging for an answer...
 
Trying to hide my erection, I walk over to the VCR and put in a tape. Pressing play, I walk back over to the chair and pretend to have an interest in the movie, but all I can see are the photos of mom.

Staring straight ahead, afraid to look at mom, I begin eating dispite the large knot that has formed in my stomach.

"MMM, this is great !" I say awkwardly, trying to regain my composure. "You are definitely the best cook in the whole world."
 
Ginny Halworth

"Don't you love dad?" Craig asked as he rolled over to face me. Considering what he had seen and heard, Ginny felt that it was best to be totally honest. Especially if...

"Why of course I do," she answered after a few moments. "It's just that he could never give me all that I wanted... needed. Do you understand?"

Craig looked at his mother in a way that led her to believe that he still didn't understand.

"Craig... Some people are just more sexually active than others. Some people need more sex than others. Your father is a good man, but he doesn't keep me satisfied. So I get what I need where ever I can find it. Pete and Johnny did me good... real good. But there hasn't been anyone like them around for a while now and your dad is away on business so much lately. Now do you understand?"

Ginny's hand was on Craig's arm, rubbing up and down as she waited for his answer.
 
I watched as the dreary screen came to life. I had no idea what movie it was. It didn't really matter as long is it kept us distracted. My mind and body were somewhat of a scramble at the moment, all mixed together and I hardly knew what end was up. Staring down at my food spreading the different items apart with my fork, as my mind tried to sort through the mess my life now was. I really wanted to call Craig, to get this straightened out, cancel his tutoring. I wanted to cry out to the world what I'd done and beg it's forgivness but I couldn't... that would cost me everything.

My heart sank as I remembered what happened when even the rumor went out I was cheating on my husband... so many years ago. The news was everywhere, every gossip in town was on the phone to hear the latest. Then i hadn't cared. Armand showed me a whole new life, and I had loved it. My eyes shifted to the side to take in the frame of my handsome son, a constand reminder of Armand... It's amazing that hasn't gotten out either... guess no one ever noticed. But then again, no one had ever known him. But Gid looked neither like me nor his father. So tall dark and handsome. Perfect. I felt myself sigh as I watched him nervously fidgeting in his chair, I wondered what was wrong.

'You are definitely the best cook in the whole world.'

I smiled sweetly but didn't fail to catch the quiver in his voice.

"Thanks hon..."

I glanced to the TV then back to him feeling myself slip easily back into mother mode,

"Is something wrong baby?"
 
I listened intently as mom spoke, trying to understand what she was saying. The feelings of betrayal, disgust, anger all welled up inside as I thought about my mother having sex with those other men. The woman who raised me...my mom...was telling me things that I couldn't believe.

My mind, confused, tried desperately to rebuild the image I had always held for my mom. But somehow I couldn't clear the images I had just seen...my mother sucking another man's cock and being fucked by a second... The scene was deeply disturbing...but also sickly exciting.

"D..d..does dad know about any of this ?" I asked weakly.
"I..I.. mean were there other men ?"

The questions began flowing. I had so many, but feared the answers to most.

Looking up at her, she somehow looked different...as if a mask had been removed and I was really seeing her for the first time.

God, she was beautiful...and...and...sexy

And the feel of her hand on my arm....

Oh shit, this is my mom...what am I thinking ?
 
I tried desperately to concentrate on the movie, hoping that the confused, sick feelings that I was experiencing would somehow go away. I picked at my food, trying to decide if I should confront mom with my discovery. Wondering how she would react if I just went down and got the photos.

Her words interrupted my thought pattern, startling me for a second.

"Is something wrong baby?"

I jumped slightly at the sound of her voice, grasping for the right response.

"Ummmm I don't know mom. I just kind of feel weird, that's all."

As I heard my words, I knew I had made a mistake. Mom, being mom, would definitely investigate further and how would I respond ?

"Well I just saw some pretty hot photos of you and can't help wondering what it would be like to fuck your brains out."

I almost chuckled as the thought ripped accross my conscious mind. But deep down inside I knew that I had to find a way to resolve the situation.
 
After a short pause his response was quick,


"Ummmm I don't know mom. I just kind of feel weird, that's all."

Something that resembled panic crossed his handsome features after he said it. I furrowed my brows and moved from the couch to crouch by the side of the chair. I let my hand drape on his back consolingly.

"You can tell me honey. Anything at all, you can tell me..."

I began to rub his back gently in the way a mother would and should but he kind of pulled from my touch.
 
Mom approached and knelt beside me. As she bent forward, I got a quick glimpse of her cleavage, her blouse parting slightly to allow me a firsthand view of her small freckled breasts. Even though she wore a bra, my imagination and the fresh memory of the photos allowed me to complete the picture.

Her gentle hand began rubbing my back and the uneasy feeling welling up inside began to cloud my judgement. I tried to act as naturally as possible, under the circumstances, but I knew that something very different was happening between us and wasn't sure I knew how to stop it.

"You can tell me honey. Anything at all, you can tell me..."

Her words, so comforting and "motherly" only added to the guilt that I felt over my sexual desires. I mean this was my mom, for God's sake !

As she knelt by my side, I began to envision something so evil...so nasty...so wrong. I could imagine her lowering her head and taking my cock inside of her soft warm mouth. The sensation of her moist tongue sliding along the length of my shaft....

I tried to clear the image from my mind. Wanting to break away and run up to my room. But something kept me there. Something new that found the taboo images extremely exciting.

"Well," I started, "I'm not sure how to say this, mom."

I looked down into her soft eyes and reached out to touch her face.

"You've got to promise not to be angry with me..."
 
She smiled,

"Of course, I wouldn't be angry with you for anything?"

Her eyes slid acrossed those handsome figures, her breathing quickened. If anything she would be upset with herself, look at the way she was acting... towards her son! She shook her head softly at herself then looked back up to him. His eyes were confused and distracted as they tried to avoid her own.
 
"Well...." I said, trying to muster enough courage to say what I was thinking. The photos continued flashing through my mind. Mom, naked, lying back...eyes closed...hands touching herself...

"Um....I know dad is away an awful lot, mom." My cock throbbed incessantly in my pants, the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. "I mean...it must be awful hard on you..."

I tried to clear my mind and string together a coherent sentence, my eyes glancing down at my mom...wondering what she must be thinking. Trying to lock my eyes onto hers, but occassionally trying to catch another glimpse of her breasts.

"You know...being a woman and all...."

I knew my words made no sense, but I tried to find a way to ask without being too pushy.

"And having needs...um..."

I looked into her eyes...searching for a sign that she understood what I was asking, but seeing only confusion.

"Gosh there must be tons of guys coming on to you... I mean would you....did you ??"

I stopped, not able to finish my thought, my mom kneeling beside me still rubbing my back. But now a strange look on her face...Oh shit !! What have I done ??
 
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