Learning Through Porn Ch. 08

"Max, whatever happens tonight, I want you to pretend like you don't notice it." Angela was cleaning up the dishes after dinner. She had her back turned to her son, who was wiping down the counters.

"What do you mean, Mom?" Max was genuinely curious. He had begun to realize that his mother had quite a kinky imagination, and he was game for anything she would suggest.

"You'll see," she replied. "Or rather, you'll pretend not to see, right?" She turned and gave her handsome son a million-watt smile. He shrugged, smiling.

Gus Johnson had expressed concerns over what was going on in his house. He knew how much he loved the sex. Christ, there was no doubt about that. His wife had never been so sexually voracious since she started playing around with Max. And God knows, Gus had encouraged it. But, still...

That scene last night, where he had fucked his boy's mouth with his cock while his wife had her pussy royally screwed by her son. That was too much. He had been cursing himself all night, and had finally gotten his guts up to express what he thought to Angela that afternoon.

She had been happily recreating the phone call between Max and his new girlfriend Kitty, giving him a "blow-by-blow," as she had put it, winking. Suddenly, he had to interrupt her. There was something too revolting about the whole mess. He was disgusted with himself.

"I thought all of this was going to stop, Angela," he had burst out.

"What do you mean," she had replied, a cautious look replacing her happiness. He had heaved a deep sigh, feeling an awful emptiness in his stomach, that feeling of dread when everything appears to be slipping away from you. He hadn't signed up for this.

"All of this crazy stuff!" He started pacing, not meeting his lovely wife's worried gaze. "I thought we were helping Max out here, not creating a forum for us to live out some twisted fantasy."

"Twisted," she said quietly. "Is that what you think of me?"

"No!" He paused, confused. "Maybe." She stared at him. "I mean, really, Angela, can you call this normal?"

"I thought that we believed that parenting called for extraordinary sacrifices. That we would do anything to ensure our child's happiness."

"Yes, but—"

"Don't you dare interrupt me," she said, her eyes flashing now, warming to her theme. "Yes, you are right that what we are doing isn't 'normal.' But no, you are wrong if you think that our helping Max out is really just a mask for fulfilling our own desires."

"I'm not so sure, Angela." He looked down at his feet, his face red. "Maybe you are as pure as you say. Only you can tell. But I fear my own tendencies..." He trailed off. Angela felt her anger drain away at the sight of his troubled face.

"Don't doubt yourself, honey," she said, more softly, coming next to him. "Don't doubt us. Trust in our abilities as parents. We've done a good job so far, haven't we?"

He looked at her, tears in his eyes. How could he explain how confused he was? How could he tell her how excited it made him to have her sleep with their son?

"Trust me, Gus. Trust ME." She pulled him against her, holding his head against her chest, stroking his hair. Oh, how he wanted to give in.

*****

Saturday was movie night for the Johnson family, a tradition that had gone back many years, ever since the demands of high school and career had caused many a family night to be postponed. Over time, it had become habit for Angela and Gus to sit together on the couch, while Max sat on the floor at their feet. It was easiest for everyone to have access to the big bowl of popcorn Angela always made.

Angela took a deep breath before entering the living room. She had to do this just right, or Gus would make trouble. She looked herself over, the long bathrobe she was used to wearing, the soft slippers. She looked the picture of suburban motherhood. Of course, underneath, well, that was the point, wasn't it? What was underneath. She was only beginning to understand in the last couple of days just what was underneath.

She picked up the big bowl and entered the living room. Gus looked at her and heaved a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, back to normal. Back to what he was used to. But he felt a little pang of sadness for what he was giving up at the same time. Max, for his part, just smiled at his mother.

She settled next to her husband, giving him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. Max sat at her feet as he usually did, reaching up over his shoulder for the occasional handful of popcorn. Gus cued up the movie with the remote control and got comfortable next to his wife. His normal wife, his normal son. His normal family. This is what he wanted, he was almost sure of it.

Angela was paying no attention to the movie. She was too engrossed in her own little drama. Her pussy already felt warm and wet, her nipples hard. In fact, she felt hot all over, and she loosened the tie on her bathrobe, pulling the upper part open to let air in around her shoulders.

Gus watched the movie, oblivious to the little squirming movements Angela was making next to him. But Max felt hyperaware, knowing that his mother was up to something behind him. Every move she made was registered in his brain. But he kept his attention forward, as he had promised his mother.

Angela let the slippers fall from her feet. Her toenails were painted a bright red, and she let them dangle right next to Max. Her bathrobe fell open around her legs, their long smooth shapes in his peripheral vision. She felt wanton, unhinged. She wanted her family to see her in all her sexuality. She wished there were people watching her perform, an audience to see her depravity.

The robe fell off of one shoulder, showing a thin black strap going down towards her breasts. She wondered how far she would get before Gus would notice. She hoped a little further, yet. She had to set the scene perfectly in order to entrap him. She sat still for a few moments, then carefully let the belt of the bathrobe loose. The robe now draped over her, only covering her middle from just above her breasts to just below her crotch.

With great care, she extracted her right arm from the sleeve of the robe, then the left. She leaned into her husband, laying an arm around his shoulders, her head on his chest. He absentmindedly kissed the top of her head. Angela looked down at his lap. He was wearing his usual pajama bottoms, which had a button flap in the front. She pictured what lay underneath, the dormant snake that had been her sole sexual joy for so many years.

She put her free hand on his stomach and gently caressed him, lovingly and lightly circling over his abdomen. Still so hard and manly, no incipient belly, no giving way to gut. She was feeling so hot, so needy. She wanted to hold his erection in her hand, to feel his desire.

Max could hear the rustling behind him, his imagination trying to fill in the details. What was going back there? And why was it so important that he pretend not to know what was going on?

In Gus' mind, his wife was just being affectionate. Not having taken in her gradual dishabille, he thought she was still modestly covered up. His hand patted her on the back, over the part still clothed in the robe.

But Angela was not satisfied. She squirmed a little bit, and the robe fell open in the front, now just draped over her right hip and across her back, held in place by her husband's hand. Her fingers slipped underneath his shirt, now on his skin. With skill, she insinuated her fingertips under the waist of his pajama bottoms, feeling the thicker hairs leading down to his groin.

Gus felt her hand reach under his pajamas, and suddenly his mind was in turmoil again. What was okay? What was normal, now? He chanced a peek at Max, who seemed completely caught up in the movie. Even if he looked back, he would only see his parents being affectionate, right? Nothing wrong with that. He stared fixedly at the screen, pretending indifference to Angela's advanced.

Angela nearly giggled aloud. How fucking cool was this? To be seducing her husband just behind her son's turned back. Her fingers reached further down, tangling in the dense forest of Gus' pubic hair, seeking lower and lower. She couldn't see Gus' face, but she knew he hadn't dared to look at her yet, for fear of breaking the spell.

Her fingertips grazed over the base of his cock. She could tell he was beginning to get an erection, because it felt thick and hot to her touch. Her hand was all the way inside his pants now, and she grasped him around the girth of his shaft.

"Ange—" he whispered.

"Shhh," she hissed, flipping his cock upwards to lie on his stomach. Her slim fingers tickled lightly along his rapidly growing length. In no time at all, she had him in a full erection, pulsing under her small hand. She squeezed gently, and started stroking him slowly and steadily.

Max could tell shenanigans were going on just feet away from him, but he manfully kept his eyes forward. He couldn't help but push things just a bit, however. He reached back without looking to get a handful of popcorn.

Angela watched Max reach back, but kept on stroking her husband's cock. Gus put his hand over hers urgently, but she shook it off. The questing hand found the bowl blindly and returned to its owner with its prize.

"Pretty exciting so far, huh, Dad?"

Gus nearly choked, but turned it into a cough when he realized his son was talking about the movie.

"Oh, uh, yeah, Max, sure."

"I think it's going to only get more thrilling as things move along," Angela murmured, her hand still moving up and down Gus' shaft. He moved his hand up her back, and suddenly found himself touching her bare skin. He looked down.

She was leaning against him, clad only in a fishnet chemise, black, with wide weave. Her breasts were completely visible, her hard nipples sticking out between the thin strips of fishnet cloth. Below, she had on a tiny sheer g-string without enough material to even cover the top of her pussy, let alone her pubic hair strip. Without his hand to hold it there, her maternal robe fell off of her body entirely. Instead of his modest wife, he had a sultry seductress stroking him off in his own living room.

"Fuck me," he gasped.

"What is it, Dad?" Max still didn't turn around.

"Oh, geez, sorry. Just remembered something I have to do tomorrow," he stammered, not wanting his son to turn around and see what was going on just behind him.

"Hold the bowl for a sec, Max?" Angela passed the bowl down to her son, who took it silently. She shifted around on the couch so that she was lying on her stomach, her fine ass in the air, the tiny string running between the cheeks doing nothing to hide anything. She let her hip touch against Max' head, and he leaned back into her. She undid the button of Gus' pajamas, and winked at him, pulling the flaps away from his cock.

He watched blindly as her head dipped into his lap. He felt her warm lips make contact with his straining erection, then his head was enveloped by her wonderful mouth, her tongue slurping against his hardness. He leaned back and closed his eyes. His hand fell onto his wife's back, then moved down, of its own accord, to caress her full ass.

She knew she had him, now. The sex was too powerful to resist. She loved the feel of him inside of her mouth, the soft skin, the pulsing veins, the hardness beneath the surface. She wanted to be a slut for him, fulfill all of his fantasies. She pulled back from his cock, a little string of saliva connecting her mouth to his glans, looking up at him with her intense green eyes, smiling wickedly.

"You like it so far?" Gus nodded.

"It's OK," Max said, deliberately mistaking her question. "I don't really like this actor. He's trying too hard, don't you think?"

"Too hard? I don't think that's possible," Angela giggled. Gus tentatively smiled back. Man, he must be the luckiest guy alive, he thought, as her head moved back down. This time, she took several inches of him inside, smacking her lips around him, letting her tongue wetly glide around his circumference.

"Wow, Mom, you must be pretty hungry, the way you're chowing down back there." She pulled back, her eyes sparkling now.

"Yeah, I guess I wasn't satisfied before, but now I've got enough to keep me occupied!"

Gus looked over his wife's hot little body, her slim waist, her curvy hips and sensuous ass. Why should he deny her anything, he wondered. Why not let her have what she wants? He let his fingers slip between her ass cheeks, pushing the g-string aside. Her valley was so soft, so hot. He loved the feel of each buttock pushing against his fingers from each side. He gently grasped the g-string and pulled, sawing it against her pussy.

"Mmmm..." she softly moaned around his shaft. Her saliva had lubricated his whole cock by this time, and she slipped her hand around the base, jacking him gently into her mouth.

He could smell her arousal. Couldn't Max smell it, too? Who cared? Nothing would stop him now. In fact, he pulled her hip over so that she had to turn on her side. His cock slipped out of his mouth and slapped wetly against Angela's cheek. Now her pussy was right behind Max' head. With his hand on her ass, he urged her forward until her upper thighs came into contact with her son again.

He was lost in lust. After all, what could be hotter than this? This silent play, the contact between mother and son. He pulled her fishnet chemise up to her waist so that only that briefest of g-strings separated her steaming wet gash from her son's head. He took his cock and rubbed it over her face, coating it with her own saliva and his pre-cum. Her eyes looked up at him adoringly.

"Angela, could you get me a beer?" She looked at him, and calmly nodded. She slipped her leg right next to Max, then stood up next to him, the fishnet chemise still around her waist. Gus watched her, standing there, his cock throbbing in his lap.

"Do you want anything, Max?" Gus held his breath. Would the boy look and see his nearly naked mother standing next to him?

"Sure, I'll take a glass of water, Mom."

"Would you rather have a beer?" She was pushing the limits of the game, she knew. But Max was a good boy.

"Wow, Mom, sure! Thanks for offering." She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the top of his head, and then turned to go to the kitchen. Just behind the sofa, she slipped her fingers into her panties and immersed them in the juices of her hot cunt. She reached over and trailed her wet fingers over Gus' cheek, marking him.

In the kitchen, her knees trembling, she allowed herself to touch herself for a few moments, then got the beers and returned to the living room, wobbling a little on unsteady legs. Gus had stretched out on the couch, his hard-on sticking straight into the air. Angela smoothly sat down behind Max again, her legs one on either side of him. For a second, she scooted her hips forward to make contact with the whole of her sex against the back of his neck.

"Mom! Did you drop some water on me or something?"

"What do you mean, Max?"

"Well, the back of my neck is suddenly wet," he said, reaching to feel the stickiness on his skin.

"Sorry, hon, I guess it was an accident." She got up on her husband and straddled his middle, her pussy slick against his cock. She started to rub back and forth on him, the sound of their organs rubbing together masked a little by the sounds of the movie. He reached up and felt her pert breasts through the fishnet, pulling roughly on her hard nipples. She groaned a little.

"Good beer, huh, Mom?"

"Too good for words," she purred, pushing up on her knees and taking her husband's erection in her hand, she pushed her panties to one side, exposing her extended labia. She sat back down, letting Gus' cock push between her lips, slowly settling down to feel his length travel deep inside her until she made contact with her ass on his thighs. Her left calf, alongside Gus' leg, pushed into Max head.

"Am I in your way, Mom?"

"No, just stay right where you are," she replied, putting a hand on his shoulder to steady herself as she perched on Gus' cock. She sighed happily, filled completely with her husband's hardness. Little thrills shot through her with every movement.

Gus looked up at his wife. Beyond fucking belief, that's what she was. And so hot, too. He recalled the way she had looked the night before, the sight of her sucking Max off. That had been hot, also. Hotter than he could ever have imagined. And what he needed.

"Max, could you help me out here?"

Gus' question surprised both Angela and Max.

"Uh, what do you need me to do, Dad?" Max still hadn't turned around.

"Turn off the fucking movie and help me out with your Mom. I think she needs another cock to make everything perfect, and I'd rather it was yours than anybody else's."

"Fuck, yeah," Max said, finally turning around and shucking his pajamas to reveal his own throbbing erection. "I love you, Dad."

"Make that two of us, Gus," Angela sighed, her green eyes brimming with tears, as she leaned over towards her son. She kept her eyes locked on her husband as she brought her face down to make contact with Max' cock. She extended her tongue and delicately licked from base to tip, ending with a swirl around the head. Gus watched her, panting, as she took their son's cock into her mouth.

"Mmmmm, it's too fucking sinful," she moaned, holding onto that staff with her hand as she ground her hips around Gus' cock.

"No, Angela," Gus said, holding her firmly around the waist and thrusting up into her pussy, "it's just right. I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Oh, honey," she cried, "ooooohh... are you sure it's not just your cock talking?" She pulled Max closer and went down on him again.

Gus moaned at the sight of all of that cock disappearing between his wife's red lips, her pretty face tight in concentration as she worked to make Max feel as good as possible. The erection seemed so huge next to her delicate features, so rude, so distended. As she pulled away again, drops of saliva and pre-cum dripped down onto Gus' chest.

"Well..." he looked deep into Angela's face. "I won't deny that my cock is making some pretty convincing arguments," he laughed. "But I trust you. And I love both of you. And if this is what you need, I need it, too."

"Oh, fuck!!!" Angela writhed on top of Gus, a sudden orgasm cresting over her, taking all of her wits with it. Gus had never felt so huge inside her, touching every bit of her pussy, stimulating every nerve ending. "Oh, shit, lover, oh GOD, I need to be filled up more, MORE!"

"You heard her, son," Gus said through clenched teeth, trying to stave off his own orgasm. "Get back there and fill her up!"

Max looked down at his father, and then at his still wriggling mother. He put a hand on her shoulder and urged her to lie forward on his father. Her ass came up into the air, showing off her pussy with Gus' cock still deep inside, and above it, partially covered by the string of her panties, was that inviting tiny dark hole. Kneeling, he brought his face towards the connection between his parents. Resting his chin on his Dad's thigh, he licked inwards to Angela's asshole, a spot he had known for the first time only a couple of nights before.

Angela shivered as his tongue made contact with her most secret spot. It rasped around, making her jump. He found it difficult to keep contact with her because she was so turned on she was moving all over the place. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down tight on his Dad's cock, and forced his tongue inside her, tasting deep within her rectum.

"Ooooohhh," Angela moaned. Gus was doing his best not to move at all, the stimulation he was receiving nearly overloading his own sensations. Finally, Max pulled away, and got up behind his mother. His cock, still wet from Angela's mouth, found its way between her magnificent ass cheeks and pushed against her little hole. With a pop, his head pushed inward, seating itself just inside the tight ring of muscles.