I took my time heading home that afternoon as I was still trying to process everything; what I had just witnessed, what I had just taken part in, and the feeling of guilt. But no matter how guilty I felt for participating in the sexual blackmailing of my mother, I knew it wouldn't be the end of it for me. The feeling was almost unbearable. Watching their affair up close and seeing them having sex together gave me a thrill the likes of which I had never experienced before. It was a feeling of sexual excitement which I never knew existed.

Mom was home when I arrived. I didn't see her, but as I went upstairs, she yelled a quick hello from her bedroom as she was about to shower, just to let me know she was there.

I closed the door in my room and laid on my bed. I couldn't stop thinking about what I had just watched an hour ago. I thought of my sweet and caring mother being sexually ravaged by her black boss. I took her panties out of my pocket and started examining them for the first time. I smelled them, taking in their musty odor. It was obvious that she was sexually aroused while heading over to the hotel.

That's when I felt my penis growing again, took it out, and started masturbating for the second time that afternoon while holding her undergarment and thinking about her. For the next few minutes, I kept stroking myself remembering how she sucked that giant cock and got fucked by it. As I was still masturbating, I held her panties to my face where I continued smelling it and rubbing the insides against my face and lips. I then brought it down and began rubbing her soft panties against the head of my penis, imagining how her thick pubic hairs and labia were pressing against it for the entire morning. I finally came inside her panties thinking about my own mom, but for the first time, the guilt was no longer there.

***EVERYTHING IS REVEALED***

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Sweetie! Can you go get that for me! I'm expecting a package!" my mom yelled from her room, after having just gotten out of the shower.

I quickly shoved her now cum filled panties underneath my pillow before running to go get the door. Mom was right, it was her package.

"You're right, it was the clothes you ordered!" I said loudly so she could hear me.

I then headed back up the stairs towards her room. Only she wasn't in her room, she was in my room, sitting on my bed. She was wearing nothing but a white bathrobe and was holding the panties I had carelessly shoved under my pillow. She didn't look at me as I stood in there in horror, instead, she kept her eyes down at the panties in her hands with her lips quivering as if she were about to cry. It felt like an eternity before one of us finally spoke.

"You never were very good at hiding your things," she said with her voice trembling.

"Mom...I'm so sorry..."

"Where did you get this? Where!?" she yelled after I didn't immediately respond.

"Okay...I'll start from the beginning," I said in a disarming tone, walking slowly towards her and sitting next to her on my bed. "It was when I went to go bring you lunch the other day, I saw you leaving the office with him. It just didn't feel right, so I followed both of you and saw that you went to a motel and saw what you did inside. Deep down, I couldn't allow it to continue for the sake of our family, and I couldn't speak to you about it either. So I went to go talk to him in his office when you stayed home the next day. He told me about your job, and what you did for him so he wouldn't lay you off, and what you had to keep doing for him. We talked for a while and made an arrangement where I had to hide in the closet earlier today at the hotel and watch the whole thing so he would agree to see you fewer times. I'm sorry for doing this."

"What...How? You watched us?!" she yelled, doing her best to fight back her tears. "Why the hell would watch us?! I'm your mother! Oh god, I feel like I want to throw up right now. And this doesn't explain why there's sperm in my panties?"

She had me stumped, and she knew it looking right in my eyes.

All I could muster was a simple, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? That's it?! I know you well enough to know when you aren't giving me the whole story mister. So you're telling me that he just invited you there, and now there's cum on my panties laying underneath your pillow? There has to be more to this."

"I...I was aroused by what I saw the first time. I couldn't stop thinking about it. There, I said it."

A sudden look of guilt came over her, and she no longer looked mad. "Aroused by what you saw? Now there's a phrase I never thought I'd hear my own son say about me. How could this have happened?"

"I don't know, it just did. I've always had a thing for older women...and, well...interracial sex has always made me curious. So...it just happened."

"You really enjoyed watching this whole thing, didn't you? Much more than you're willing to admit. That's probably why he invited you in the first place. And by the looks of my panties, you've pleasured yourself in them not too long ago," she said, figuring everything out.

I didn't reply and all I could do was to hold my head down in shame.

She reached over and held my hand and said, "I'm sorry about all of this. I really am. I never should have cheated on your father to try and save my job. You know I would NEVER want to hurt you guys and that I love you and your father more than anything else in this world. But at the time, I thought I did what I had to do; what was best for our family with this economy and all. But you should have come to me first rather than to him. Now I want you to swear to me that you'll no longer stay in contact with him, and that you will never spy on us in any way."

"I swear mom, I won't do it again," I assured her. "But I take it this means you'll still be seeing him after the way he treated you today..."

"Honey, I have to. I know it's a horrible situation for me and our family, but my career is at stake here. And he's already told me what he would do if I tried to back out or tell anyone. Neither of those options are risks I'm willing to take."

"I understand," I told her. "And...I don't know any other way to say this...but do you really think you'll be able to stop seeing him once this is over if you keep this up? I know it's a terrible thing to ask, but seeing the way you two kissed and talked to each other really got me wondering if you have feelings for him or not."

"Fair enough, since we're being completely honest with each other and it's regarding our family," she said, looking completely caught off guard from my question. "Truthfully, I had always considered him a good friend after all these years, before this happened. But now it seems like he's a completely different person with sex involved. He really has turned out to be a complete asshole. I really had no intention of this going any further than...you know...that time in his office which I'd rather not repeat. So no, I don't have any feelings for him and want nothing to do with him after this is over."

"And I'm sure his size has a lot to do with you not wanting to see him anymore right? Or was that the most enjoyable part for you?" I blurted out, before realizing how tasteless what I had just said to her was.

She raised her eyebrow and had half a smile on her face like she couldn't believe what I had just said, "Don't get cute with me young man. Just promise me again you won't tell a soul about any of this. You know our family would be ruined if word got out."

"I promise... but only if you tell me what it was like taking those 10 inches inside of you," I said with a playful smile as the mood of our conversation started to change.

"HA!" she laughed. "10 inches? Oh gosh, is that how big he is down there? I never bothered to ask. I just figured hearing its exact size would make me even more scared of it. But if you really want to know, every second he was in me hurt like hell."

"Is that all you're going to say about it? After all I've seen and this big secret I'm keeping for you? Come on mom, you can do better than that," I teased in a suggestive tone.

She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes at me, "Well, if you must know, it was excruciating-every second of it. I even felt him inside my stomach. And it doesn't exactly help that the guy who's using it on you only cares about his pleasure and not whether he's hurting you or not. But at the same time, I'll admit that it's also the reason I came so hard. I've never experienced anything close to that in my life...not that it's any of your business."

I took a deep breath after what I heard my own mother just say, and was suddenly becoming aroused again, "You felt that thing in your stomach? Jeez... I didn't even realize that was possible."

She then opened the lower part of her bathrobe and spread her legs open in my direction, revealing her hairy vagina with its gaping hole to me. Her vaginal opening was still clearly recovering from the hard fucking it had received earlier. Her dark labia was long and looked like it was hanging down around a hole which normally should have been closed.

"Do you believe me now?" she asked, as I was at a complete loss for words. "You know, normally you shouldn't be able to see an opening this big from a woman's vagina- not even close. He really did a number on me. I cried a lot after the first time we had sex thinking it would never go back to its regular size, and that your father would find out because of it. But it will, in another day it will go back to its normal size. But it's still pretty sore as we speak."

Without thinking, I reached over and put my hand on top of her vagina, feeling her pubic hairs across my hand- to which she abruptly slapped my hand and closed her robe.

"No touching," she said. "You've already seen more than any son ever should of his own mother."

I then got on my knees right between her legs and started rubbing her bare thighs with my hands, opening her bathrobe again in the process.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked in a concerned tone.

"Remember when I was young; whenever I would get a bruise you would always kiss it for me to make it feel better? Well, now I want to return the favor."

With that, I used my hands to part her legs further, revealing her vagina directly in front of my face. I started planting kisses around her crotch and then on her large clitoris, feeling her thick pubic hair on my lips. I took a good look at it for a moment- her vagina was beautiful. It had long brown lips but was bright pink on the inside and it was still very wet. I was even able to see deep inside of her body courtesy of her boss.

That's when I did it; I stuck my tongue inside of her. I felt the wetness and soft flesh of her vagina all across my tongue. Her wetness was seeping inside of my mouth as I began to suck on her vagina, feeling the thick size of her labia and clitoris across my lips. I heard her beginning to moan, and the harder she moaned, the harder I sucked and swirled my tongue around inside of her.

This must have gone on for a good 10 minutes as I became fully erect again. Feeling her hands rub across my hair and feeling her body squirm only added to my wanting to please her. Never in my life would I have imagined that the most aroused I would ever become while performing oral sex on a woman would be with my own mother of all people. I loved it. And I loved that she loved it. I felt her legs begin to tense up as she threw her back onto my bed and squeezed my blanket tightly- she was cumming.

A sudden rush of liquid from her vagina flowed into my mouth as she began to scream loudly. It was the same scream she wanted to let out at the hotel not long ago, but couldn't out of fear of others hearing. But in this house, it was just the two of us. I looked up at her to see her laying there in bliss. Her robe was almost completely open and I had a clear view of her right breast with its large brown nipple pointing up in the air. She suddenly sat up and closed the top of her robe. She looked confused as she sat there quietly, while I waited for her to say something.

"I need to go now," she said with a bewildered look on her face as she couldn't believe what had just happened between her and her son.

I took my hands off her legs as she stood up and closed her robe completely before leaving my room and heading back to hers. I then did the only thing I could do at this point- masturbate.

***THAT NIGHT IN MY ROOM***

Our family had dinner that night as if nothing had ever happened between us. I had assumed there would be a lot of tension or awkwardness between me and my mom, but there wasn't. We both avoided eye contact for a while, but beyond that, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

I cleaned the dishes afterwards before heading back to my room to use the internet, while my parents watched tv in the living room as usual.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door. It was my mother asking if she could come in.

"Hi," she said, sitting on my bed in the same spot as this afternoon. "I wanted to talk about what happened earlier. Look, I know we both enjoyed it, but it doesn't change the fact that it was wrong and that we should never do anything like that again. I know it's been an...interesting...day for the both of us, but on top of everything we've already talked about, I want you to make another promise to me- promise me that something like that would ever happen again between us. I need to hear you say it."

"Mom, I...I can't. I can't stop thinking about you since I saw you with him at the motel. And what we shared earlier today was something special. I've already kept my promise and emailed your boss telling him that I won't be watching anymore. So please, at least let us keep what we had earlier, just until you're done seeing him."

I reached out and held her hand.

"I can't believe I'm hearing this. My own son," she said, holding my hand in return.

"You've already said you enjoyed it. Please, mom, I won't tell anyone. Just until you're done seeing him, I'm already doing you a big favor by keeping this from dad."

She stood up with a hurt look on her face and prepared to walk out of the door. Without thinking, I got up wrapped my arms around her to stop her from leaving. I planted kisses all over her face as she tried as hard as she could to push me off.

"What are you doing? Let go," she said, wanting to yell, but couldn't, knowing that her husband would hear if she did.

I moved my kisses towards her lips. I felt her mouth open and that's when I immediately slipped my tongue inside her mouth the exact same way I stuck it in her vagina earlier. Her mouth felt as soft and as warm as her vagina did, but what made this so different was feeling her hard tongue flicker across mine for a brief moment.

She suddenly broke off the kiss and looked at me with her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"We'll continue this talk another time..." she said in a serious tone as she walked out of my room.

***A WEEK LATER***

A week had passed before anything new had happened. It seemed like we were both too afraid of bringing any of this up. She was afraid I might make another move, and I was afraid of ruining our relationship despite everything we had already done and told each other. I kept my promise of not contacting her boss again, though he emailed me twice asking if I was still interested.

The garage door suddenly opened at around 2 PM. At this hour, it could only be one person...

"So, what brings you home this early? You're never this early?" I asked with sarcasm.

"Oh cut it out you. And stop giving me that look," she replied with her face almost turning red.

She clearly had sex with him again. Her hair was a complete mess as was before. She was dressed in a nice outfit and her...