[M4F] My Dear Promiscuous Mother

'Date.'

Even now, hours since it first spilled from your freshly crimson-coated lips, that single, damnable word echoes in my mind. You may have couched your plans for the evening in understated euphemisms, but your coyness was undercut by the fleeting wink that chases them. Were your words a warning to stay scarce tonight, or a teasing invitation to linger and see what wanders home? An unanswerable question, unlike your intentions for the night - brazenly displayed as they are upon your shapely figure before me.

It'd be an immodest outfit on one of my classmates, let alone my mother. Tight denim shorts that sat high on your hips, molded so taut to your curves that the top button can’t be fastened - a deliberate gap that offers a glimpse of the lacy underwear lurking beneath the blue denim. Your tee, clearly two sizes too small, exposes the smooth expanse of your stomach - forcing me to choose between staring at your bare skin or my college’s logo stretched across your breasts. It was low-cut, and sheer enough to flaunt the textured bra beneath. Stripes tonight.

It's an ensemble that screams "I’m getting Fucked tonight", and even repeated exposure to your wildly inappropriate wardrobe hasn't inured me to the sight of you wearing what helps you get laid without fail each time you go on one of your ’dates’.

That word again. Stifling any possibility of sleep as it ricochets through my mind amidst a cavalcade of vivid images. I picture you in some seedy campus bar, gleefully downing drink after drink bought by your ‘date’ - whose wayward hand creeps down from the small of your back to grope your ass through the tight denim of your shorts. I see you in an alleyway, with the same shorts now pulled low and stretched between your ankles, with a stranger now hilted deep inside your needy cunt as he pounds you roughly against the bricks. Or worse, in the passenger seat next to one of my friends, bent at the waist as you run your tongue down the length of his shaft and whisper sweet promises in the same voice you use with me.

Stirred from my reverie by the clumsy fumble of keys against the front door’s lock, followed by footsteps into the foyer. Creaking wood intermingles with your unmistakable, giddy giggle - the one you reserve for nights like this when you even manage to make it home at all. In the midnight silence, the noise is too loud, too reckless to be entirely accidental. It is a performative attempt at a surreptitious entrance, leaving me to wonder if you’ve been liquored up enough to be careless, or if this is a ploy to ensure your supposedly slumbering son knows exactly what you’re about to do.

The steady clack of your heels intersperses with the soft sound of leather loafers. A thud through the wall as the stealthy stroll to your bedroom is interrupted by an intermission of heavy petting in the hallway. Breathless, I listen in agony to the metallic rasp of a zipper coming undone. A soft thump as your back crashes against drywall amidst a flurry of kisses. I swear you're practically purring as I shiver at the the unmistakable sound of wet pussy meeting bold fingers pierces my bedroom wall. I can feel a flush of shame run through me - the sordid realization that I've heard this enough times to know what it sounds like when you're being fingered outside my door.

The two of you lingering longer than usual - enough that I begin to wonder if this ’date’ of yours is just going to fuck you right by my door. I can hear the friction of fabric from your clothes colliding, and the soft moans he stokes from your lips as his fingers sink deeper into your clenching cunt. But eventually the footsteps resume down the hallway and into your bedroom. Then your door shuts, with the heavy click of a lock echoing in the sudden silence.

For a moment, there's nothing but silence and my own ragged breathing. The slick sound of my cock grinding against my palm beneath the covers. I shouldn't, but I have, and I will.

It doesn't take long - not with the preamble in the hall, and likely a great deal many places more between your bedroom and wherever 'date' night was. There's a mewl of satisfaction, accompanying the whump of pants hitting the bedroom floor. Soft, slick sounds of a lapping tongue, indulging itself as it lathes flesh wet with reverent worship.

Then the rustles of sheets. The sound of a body being thrown across the bed. A yowl of pleasure - so familiar to my ears now that it triggers an instant throb in my growing hardness.

Carnal sounds of sex through the walls. Echoing in my mind and our shared home. Pummeling thrusts as flesh slams against flesh, amidst a cacophony of your mewling moans and cries of pleasure. There's no misleading myself, but I try to ignore how much I savor the sound of some faceless stranger screwing my own mother in the next room. Cheeks flushed red with shame, even as I arch my back in voyeuristic pleasure.

I hear a hiss spring from your lips. An unusual sound in what has become a secret routine for us. The svelte murmur of a man as fingers graze against his pecs, before gasping sharply as nails rake down his shoulders - grunting as the claw-like grip sinks into his ass. Then, pounding - no other word for it. Animalistic rutting as I imagine you pinned down upon your own bed, made to feel each inch of cock thrust into you. Yowling, hissing, practically a beast beneath him as he puts you through your paces.

I can't get over this - hearing my own mother get fucked. But I could leave, go drinking with friends, find someplace else to be on nights like this where you wink and tip your hand on what's to come.

Then why is it that the only place I want to be, on a night like this, is in my own bed?

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You are a sexually active mother, with a voyeur son. I'm intrigued by the idea of a guy listening through the wall and hearing his mom getting pounded by someone his age. As such, happy to write out any and all the characters in this particular story - the 'bull', the 'cuck' and everyone inbetween.

Let me know a little about your character and the dynamic you’d enjoy.

Limits: No Underage Characters