When my husband Mark began to mention we should visit my mothers more often, I didn't think too much of it, but did kind of question why, as he and my mom weren't exactly the best of friends. However it gave me the chance to visit my sister, who lives only ten minutes from my mom. The thing is Mark and Molly my sister definitely don't get on, so I always go round on my own, leaving Mark with my mom for a couple of hours.
We'd been doing the drive over for about five months when on visiting Molly, I found out she wasn't well. So instead of catching anything, I told my sister I'd see her another time and headed back to my moms house.
Entering, I heard the distinct sounds of sex, and thought my mom must have gone out and Mark was watching porn. Just about to step into the lounge, I saw movement and heard my mom say "Oh yeh, fuck me like that". Moving closer, I peeked around the open door and saw my mom knelt up on the rug infront of her fire naked. Behind her was my husband and he too was naked. Leaning onto her back half stood up, half squatting down he was thrusting his cock into my moms asshole from behind.
I'm supposed to say now how pissed off I was. How angry I was, and how I wanted to run in and beat my husband and my mom. It didn't happen that way. It didn't happen that way at all.
Mom, my sister and I lost my dad six years ago. Since then my mom hadn't had any guys around, and I knew from things I'd heard from Molly, my mom and dad were very sexually active. So seeing my husbands cock sliding in and out of my moms asshole, and hearing the obvious delight and pleasure in her voice and moans, I actually felt relief and an overwhelming feeling of love towards them both.
Watching them fuck so beautifully together, I didn't become turned on as such, but I did feel a type of sexual longing for my mom to enjoy Mark's cock as much as I do. On and on he fucked her from behind. And I watched as my own mother orgasmed once and then as Mark began to thrust harder and deeper up her asshole, she climaxed again.
Knowing Mark and his "sounds" I knew he was close.
What happened next will stay in my memory forever. Mark pulled out of my moms asshole, spun her around and just as he put his cock to her mouth to receive his cum, she saw me.
It was too late and Mark came filling her mouth. Still looking at me with Mark telling her to, my mom swallowed my husbands cum. Looking down at where she sat, I smiled at my mom, put my right index finger to my lips and walked out.
It was half an hour later when I walked back in, and they were both dressed and drinking coffee in the kitchen. Mark kissed me and said we should go soon. All my mother did was smile at me and look away embarrassed.
Nothing was said about what I'd seen before or as we left, but I did whisper to my mom, I'd speak to her the following day.
We did talk, and talked for hours over the phone. I realized just how lonely my mom was then and how much she missed the physical side of her marriage to my dad. Throughout our conversation, I couldn't get the image of Mark fucking her asshole out of my head. So I told her how I'd felt watching them fuck and how and what would happen from then on.
It's now been five months since I saw my husband fucking my mom, and my mom and me have become so close since. We talk about everything, and I do mean everything she and Mark do together. He still doesn't know I know, but then I'm fine with him staying in the dark for now.
It's a family situation that will and could last for as long as I'm married to Mark, or they stop fucking on their own behalf. Mark and I still have sex, lots of sex and more probably than I want. I'm not saying our situation is for everyone and not everyone would accept it. But then I loved my mom long before I was married to mark, and I'll still love her no matter what. Sharing my husband with her isn't a burden to me, nor is it as I see it, in any way compromising our marriage. If anything, my mom's helping me by keeping him sexually happy within my family. And besides with his large cock, he's got enough for the both of us.