You Beautiful Nymphomaniac

Mom's visit was unexpected. She and Dad had come to Ann Arbor many times before, usually staying in a hotel at the edge of town. But this time Mom would come by herself. Normally, my parents gave me a week or two notice. This time, Mom called me only the afternoon before, asking me if she could crash at the house, which I rented with a bunch of guys. I was hesitant, the group was pretty raucous on the weekends. But what was I going to tell her? No? Of course not. I did decide to keep her out of the house as much as possible. I didn't want her to see too much that would prompt her to ask questions about what went on at college.

She must have sensed that I knew her visit was unusual.

"I just need to get away from things," she said. "Hard couple of weeks at work. I want to unwind at the bookstores and stuff."

That made sense. Normally when she visited, she went browsing for books or checking out the art houses and coffee shops around the college town. She's a high school English teacher, so she likes crap like that. A lot of middle aged people converge on Ann Arbor from the Detroit suburbs every weekend for the same reason.

Though Mom isn't the typical middle aged woman. She's only 44. She and Dad were college sweethearts, and they had me only a couple of years after they finished school and got married. And she looks a lot younger than her age. She's tiny, 5'0" in heels. Her straight black hair doesn't have a trace of gray. Her skin is clear and smooth as polished ivory. Her fine featured Irish and Korean face hasn't a single line, not even on the corners of her almond eyes. Put a baseball cap and sunglasses on her, you might even think she was a teenager. She's invariably carded when she orders a drink. Sometimes people would take her to be my sister, Kim. That always flatters her.

I greeted her by the door when she arrived and whisked her away upstairs to my room. The house was pretty calm and clean, but I didn't want her lingering because of what she might see or overhear. Drinking starts pretty early on a Friday afternoon. There would be a full party by 8 or so.

I plopped her duffle bag on the floor. Immediately she asked, "Do we have privacy here? We need to talk."

My heart sank. It sounded like trouble. I had no idea what it could be. Was grandma sick? Mom and Dad discussed having another child using fertility treatments before the clock ran out, maybe it was something related to that.

"Yeah, Mom, no one can hear anything," I assured her.

"OK," Mom said. "I don't know how to tell you this, so let me just come out and say it. Your father has been cheating on me."

I never expected anything like that.

"How do you know?" I said, instantly regretting that I sounded like I doubted her.

"Michael, I wouldn't have told you if I wasn't sure."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"That's alright," she said. "I know you are just trying to understand. He had been acting funny for a few months. He would stay at work later than usual, always making up excuses. He would get texts on his phone and then leave the room to answer them. And, I don't know how to tell you this..."

"Anything," I said.

"Sometimes he was reluctant to get intimate," she said. "Like he wasn't in the mood. When he was in the mood, sometimes his...volume...wasn't what it was normally."

"You mean?" I asked.

"Yeah."

Mom is frank, but I never imagined that she would ever talk about Dad's semen output.

"So one day he called and said that he was going to be late," Mom continued. "I asked my friend Lauren if I could borrow her truck. I told her I wanted to get some stuff at Home Depot, but of course it was so your father wouldn't recognize me."

"You tailed him?"

"Yeah, he left work at the normal time alright, early in fact," she said. "I stayed a few cars behind him. He drove to Madison Park. A woman got out of her car and got into his."

"I had no idea Dad would ever do something like that," I said.

"Neither did I," Mom said, starting to cry.

"There, there," I said, pulling her face into my chest. Tears dropped on my shirt. "Did you see who it was?"

"Kristin Johnson," Mom said in a wail. "That whore!"

That must have stung even more. Kristin was the boss's trophy wife. She's tall and curvy with enormous tits. The opposite of Mom.

"Did you confront Dad?" I asked.

"No," Mom said. "Not yet. I wanted to tell you first. To see what you thought."

"Did you tell Kim?"

"No," Mom said. "It would destroy her. She and Dad are so close."

"Are you going to divorce him?"

"I don't know," she said. "I came here to think. To sort everything out."

Mom washed her face in the bathroom and we headed out to eat. Dinner was somber. When we got back, I rushed her up to my room. Already, a few guys were hanging out and some girls were over.

We got ready for bed. I turned my head as Mom put on her pajamas. She got into bed with me, pulled my arm around herself, and squeezed it tight. We slept like that. It was nice.

Chapter 2

I have an unusual habit, or maybe you can call it a condition since it's beyond my control. When I am sleeping, I get erections and grind them into the mattress. Sometimes I'm humping my bed when I wake up. It got so bad I was getting friction burns on my cockhead. Placing a pillow near my crotch helps.

I woke up the night of Mom's visit disoriented for a second that I wasn't in bed alone. Then I realized to my horror that I had been grinding my dick into Mom's butt while she was sleeping. I pulled my crotch away. My dick had been nestled right in her crack. Did she realize what I was doing? She was snoring. Probably not. And even if she did, she could plainly tell that I was only sleeping, right?

I pulled my arm away and she woke up a little. I went out to the can with a raging boner. It was about 3 A.M., and there was still plenty of activity coming from my roommates downstairs. When I got back to the room, the hallway light from the open door shined on Mom. Her pajamas were wedged in her buns. My heart thumped. I must have been really going at it. Surely, she felt something.

I got back into bed. And once again, she pulled my arm around her. I was relieved. Even if she knew what I was doing, at least she realized it wasn't intentional. Before I drifted to sleep, I took care to put a little distance between my pecker and Mom's ass.

When we woke up early the next morning, the house was quiet. All the degenerates were asleep. Mom and I both got a quick shower in. I had half a mind to tell her about how I grind my crotch when I sleep, but I figured it best to leave it alone. She didn't say anything, so I didn't mention it.

We talked about Dad over breakfast. She had a dilemma. She didn't have the courage to confront him about his affair. She obviously didn't want him to continue the extramarital relationship either.

"Maybe he fucked her in our bed last night," she stewed.

"I think you have to confront him," I said. "I'll support you any way I can."

We parted ways. Mom went shopping. I headed to the library. She was going to report back to the house at 6 and we would go have dinner.

All day, I couldn't get the idea of humping Mom's buns out of my mind. Part of me wished I wasn't sleeping through the experience. I even fantasized about doing it again. That thought made me feel guilty. I considered ducking into the library bathroom to rub one out, but I would be thinking about Mom while I was doing it, and I didn't want to cross that line. I would get over these fantasies, I figured.

When I did get back to the house to meet Mom, I checked in with the guys to see what was going on the night before.

"It was kind of boring, we just watched sports and drank beer," Jake said. He organizes all the activities, knows a thousand girls, and generally calls the shots in our house. We all defer to his authority.

"Tonight we'll have a shindig," he said. "We didn't get a chance to meet your mom yet. You should bring her around to meet the guys."

"Alright," I said. "But I don't know if I want her to see what goes on here."

"We'll be on our best behavior," he promised.

We weren't on our best behavior the weekend before. Jake had a few girls over. One stripped down to her panties right in the living room. She gave us all lap dances...and then blowjobs. We were all sitting around with our dicks out as she went from one dude to the next. The other girls in the living room cheered her on.

That's the kind of thing I didn't want Mom to find out about. So when she returned, I greeted her by the door with the intention of spiriting her up the stairs.

But Jake intercepted us.

"This must be your mom. I have been hearing so much about you," he said. "You're every bit as lovely as Mike described you."

He had his charm. It was no wonder he had so many numbers stored on his phone.

"Why, thank you," Mom said. "Marsha."

"Jake," he said, putting out his hand. "I can't believe such a big lug like Mike came out of such a petite lady like yourself."

"He was a little smaller back then," she laughed, shaking his hand.

"We're having a little get together later," he said. "Don't be a stranger. It'll give you a chance to meet everybody."

"That would be nice," she said.

That went well, though a little weird with him commenting on how I must have been too big for her uterus. But she found it amusing. She was even bashful during the exchange, I thought. Still, I wasn't sure I wanted her to hang around downstairs too long if we were having girls over. But perhaps earlier in the evening, before things really got underway, wouldn't be so bad.

Back in my room, she insisted on changing even though I thought the jeans and t-shirt she was wearing were perfectly fine. We were going to a fancy Mediterranean place and she wanted to dress up. I turned my head while she changed.

"No peeking," she said. "I'm kidding. I don't know why you're so modest. How do I look?"

"Marvelous," I said.

I wasn't lying. She had put on a tight, black dress that hugged her curves. The fabric was so snug against her skin that her navel made a little indentation. Her perky breasts sported a little line of cleavage. I haven't seen her gussied up like this since I was in high school and she was going out with Dad.

"I figure since I packed it, I might as well use it," she said.

After Mom touched up her makeup we were off. Walking into the restaurant and finding our table I couldn't help but sneak peeks at the tush I had been thinking about all day. I never appreciated until that weekend what a perfect little heart shaped bottom Mom had. How could Dad cheat? I knew I wouldn't. Was it appropriate for a son to think about his mother that way? I always realized Mom was pretty. But suddenly I could look at her from the perspective of a regular man and she was indeed a very striking woman. It was wholesome for a son to hold his mother in such high esteem, I rationalized.

Mom's mood had lightened up considerably since the morning. She didn't talk about Dad at all, and I didn't bring him up. I wondered if she came to some kind of decision that she was happy about. Instead of her problems, she talked about her adventures around campus and the books that she bought. To my dismay, she brought up how eager she was to meet the guys at the house. She even said that Jake "was cute". I didn't know if she meant that in a charming friend of mine sort of way or in another way. The thought crossed my mind that maybe the attention she got from Jake made her feel attractive. She needed that this week.

Chapter 3

I was anxious as I drove back to the house, but I wanted to hyperventilate when we pulled up and went inside. The place was in full party mode. They had music going and Christmas lights strung around the ceiling that gave the house a discotheque vibe. All the guys, eight including me, were in attendance as well as a few of their friends and a good half dozen girls who showed up. A keg was set up and everybody had Solo cups in their hands. Luckily, it was still a fairly normal college party at this point.

"This takes me back," Mom remarked.

I almost died when Jake greeted us. He had his "orgy attire" on. That's an outfit consisting of sandals, a Speedo, and an open kimono. The Speedo barely contained his impressive package. The robe accentuated his hairy, muscular torso. When he wore this outfit, it meant that he was on the prowl. I wondered what Mom was thinking.

"Marsha, I'm delighted to see you came back to us," he said. "Allow me to get you a drink."

He poured out a beer in a Solo cup and handed it to her.

"I haven't had one of these in years," she said.

"Oh, I'm sure it wasn't that long ago," Jake replied.

Mom was unfazed by Jake's outfit. In fact, she happily told him about the restaurant we went to like there was nothing unusual about his appearance.

I spotted Sarah. She's a busty girl I hooked up with a couple of times. Heck, half of the guys in the house did. A devious plan struck me. What if I put Mom to bed, snuck back down to the party, and found a way to fool around with Sarah somewhere? I was so incredibly horny, I popped several boners at dinner. I really needed some relief. Even a blowjob out by the bushes would have been a big help. But I had to leave Mom alone for a few moments. Things were going pleasantly between Mom and Jake, so I figured I would try it.

"I'm going to say high to Sarah," I said.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Mom probed.

"Kind of," I admitted, not wanting to get into details.

"Go ahead," Jake said. "I'll take your Mom around and introduce her to the guys like I promised."

Sarah was in a cluster with a couple of her friends and two of the guys from the house. I went over and got in the circle. They were gossiping about people I knew. I looked over, and son of a gun, Jake really did lead my Mom around the room to introduce her to everybody. I couldn't hear what they were saying over the noise other than things like "Mike's Mom?" during the introductions.

I was waiting for my chance to cut Sarah off from the herd and ask her if she would be around later. Meanwhile, Mom and Jake squeezed onto a crowded sofa. I was alarmed that Mom was going to stay longer, but at least it would give me more time to try to talk to Sarah.

I shifted my position in the group to keep a clear line of sight to what Mom and Jake were up to. They were having quite a discussion. Mom's eyes kept opening wide and she covered her gaping mouth with her hand like she was surprised by what she was hearing. Mom's eyes searched for me and we made eye contact. Crap! Jake was telling her about some of the goings on around the house. I would be in trouble later.

To make matters worse, Sarah gathered her things.

"I gotta go," she said. "I promised I would meet a friend at another party."

"I'm sorry to see you go," I said. "I was hoping that we could hang out."

"Me too," she said. "Next time."

I was so locked in with Sarah, I had forgotten about Mom for a few minutes. I looked over, and my heart skipped a beat. Mom and Jake were getting cozy. He had his arm resting on the back of the sofa with his hand on her shoulder. She was fumbling with the fabric of his kimono. Could it be?

I watched longer, not paying attention to anything else at the party. Mom and Jake's faces drifted closer as they talked. My heart raced. I wanted to swoop her out of there before she did something she would regret. But my curiosity to see how much further this could go stopped me.

And then it happened. They leaned in, closed their eyes, and kissed. I wanted to drop through the floor. She was cheating on Dad with one of my friends right in front of me. Mom's eyes darted around the room and found me. She knew I knew what she was doing.

She kissed Jake again, this time deeper. Their lips opened and their tongues lashed. His hand was on her knee. As they continued to make out, his hand slid further up her thigh until it slipped under her skirt. She felt his hairy chest.

By now a couple of the guys were wise to what was going on. They looked at Mom and Jake and then at me. I could only imagine what they were thinking.

Mom and Jake broke their kiss and she raised her finger as if to say "I'll be right back." She got up and marched right over to me, maintaining eye contact the whole way.

"I'm not drunk or anything like that," she said in my ear. "I only had that one beer. I have my wits about me. I have thought this through and have made my decision."

"I understand," I said. I didn't, really, but it seemed like the right thing to say. I suspected I knew why she was doing it.

"But do me a favor," she said. "Stay close."

"I will," I promised.

Mom found her place again on the sofa where Jake was waiting for her. It didn't take them long to pick up where they left off. Now Jake was laying his hands on Mom's tits through her dress. She was feeling the bulge that developed in his Speedo. I couldn't believe I was watching Mom being sexual with someone other than Dad. Heck, I had never seen her get sexual with Dad.

Mom and Jake were putting on a spectacle. People were gawking and grinning. Why was she doing this in front of everybody? Why was she doing this in front of me? She already decided to fuck him. Why didn't they just go find a room? And what was I supposed to do when they did get up to go? She told me to stay close. Was I expected to go upstairs and listen from outside the door?

Jake talked in Mom's ear. She nodded and I could see her mouth "OK". She kissed his chest and then worked her way down to his belly until she got to his crotch. I heard gasps in the room as Mom reached into Jake's Speedo and pulled out his dick. She wrapped her hand around the shaft. She twirled her tongue around the tip and took the cockhead between her lips. Jake stroked her head as she went down on him.

My heart was pumping so hard it made my body shake. I had to put my hand on the wall to steady myself. I wasn't affected just from the shock and embarrassment at what Mom was doing in front of all my friends. I was jealous. Now I knew the indignancy that Mom felt when she caught Dad having his affair. At the same time, I noticed that I had an erection straining against my jeans. Watching my mother behave this way was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.

They got to their feet. It was finally time for them to go. Jake reached down, wrapped his arms around her, and swept her up off the floor like a newlywed. His cock was still exposed, poking up several inches above his waist band. "Yee Haw!" he hollered as he tossed her over his shoulder like a caveman. He nodded towards two of the guys who were watching, Aaron and Bill, and cocked his head as if to say "follow me." He had done this before. Jake liked to share, and Mom apparently would be no exception. Aaron and Bill jumped out of their seats. Did she realize? A little disoriented from being tossed over Jake's shoulder, Mom's eyes searched for and finally found me. She hooked her finger and beckoned me, mouthing the word "Come!" Maybe she did know what was about to happen. Maybe Jake had proposed it even before Mom took me aside and declared that she made her decision. Maybe it was what he whispered in her ear.

We climbed the stairs, Aaron and Bill leading the way, Jake carrying Mom, and me bringing up the rear. At the top of the stairs, Mom said, "Mike's room." Mom looked down at me, it was quieter in the stairwell, and whispered "come in with us." Now my head was really spinning. I would watch the entire thing. Was I her bodyguard in case things got out of hand? Did she just want me to witness?

Chapter 4

We filed into the room. I shut the door behind us and stood against it so no one else could come in. Jake regarded me for a second.

"Mike's here?" he said, puzzled. "Alright."