Quiet for her Son

It wasn’t easy to do, but I had to. 

The problem was that my hot, long haired, big titted, beautiful Mother was having very loud sex, and her room and mine shared a wall. It had been difficult enough growing up with a woman who was both everything I could ever fantasize about, and having her be my Mom. But ever since my Mom’s work friend got her and Dad into kinky sex and the kink community, they had gotten louder and wilder with every passing week. It had started shortly after my 18th birthday, and it was only escalating.

One night when I was grabbing a drink from the fridge at 2am, my Mom walked out wearing one of my Dad’s oversized shirts and nothing else. She smiled at me, shot me a wink, and refilled a glass of water before walking back to her room. Her perfect ass swayed as she strolled away with the hottest gait that I’d ever seen. 

The next day, I quietly told her that I could hear her and Dad every time that they had sex lately, and that it was problematic for me. To my horror, she insisted on knowing exactly what that meant. And I tried my best to explain that sex noises were sex noises and that my brain couldn’t tell the difference between my Mom’s sex noises and anyone else's. I really did my best to try to frame it as having nothing to do with her. But I could tell from the “Oh really now”’s, and the “I see”’s, that she shot my way, that I wasn’t succeeding. Mom’s grin was set to maximum as she listened to me explain that it wasn’t about her specifically, but somehow, still intuited that it definitely was. 

It didn’t help that she was right.

Still, for the next week or two, I could tell that they tried. At first my Mom’s cries of pleasure would be cut off and go muffled. As if she had clapped her hand over her mouth at the last second. It was the little things like that. She was cry out some obscene thing about fucking her tight little cunt harder, and then her words would be low enough to be muffled for awhile. And when I heard her again, it felt like she was holding back. “Give it to me!”, instead of, “Give Mommy all that hot fucking cum!”

It helped. And it worked. And I was grateful. 

… at first. 

But there were signs that it wouldn’t last. For one, Mom got really interested in how much I’d heard the night after she had sex. And since my Parents had gotten into the kinky stuff, that was pretty much every night. She would ask me if she’d been quiet enough the night before at breakfast. Or she would tell me that she’d gone down on Dad in the bathroom right after dinner, and say she was checking in just to make sure that her blowjob hadn’t been too noisy. Basically, I’d traded one form of teasing for another. 

Until finally, one night, Mom started screaming out an orgasm. Her mouth got covered up, and about five minutes later when she moaned loudly and had it cut off halfway through, I heard her say, “No. I want him to hear me.” There was some dialogue then. Some back and forth that was too low for me to make out, but that had me almost pressing my ear to the wall in the attempt. 

Then it was like they had never attempted to be quiet. Loud, dirty dialogue and moans. Except that this time I was trying to listen instead of block it out. And this time, it was just them trying to tease one another, and get each other off. No. This time, I was included. 

“Do you think he’s figured out why I keep calling myself Mommy when I’m fucking you?” This was followed by a yelp and moan from Mom that had me picturing her getting a hard thrust in response. It wasn’t nearly the last Mommy comment. And it really had me thinking about all of the times that she’d said it in the past around Dad. I mean, sometimes he just called her Mom and she called him Dad. Product of raising kids who called them that. But she was right. That wasn’t something that normally carried into the bedroom. 

As the sex escalated, and the bed next door began creaking louder and faster, I heard Mom say in between moans that her REAL Son was right next door. And that if he, Dad, did a good job, he would get to hear her orgasm loud enough for her Son to hear. Multiple, loud, screaming, incredibly hot orgasms later, the sex seemed to finally be over. But Mom and Dad were still talking.
It was near to an argument, but not quiet. They were clearly disagreeing on something, but nothing that was escalating quite to the level of yelling yet. I wasn’t following, but I really wanted it to stop so that I could masturbate to everything I’d heard before it! 

Then I heard Mom say, “No. We both like it. I KNOW he likes it, and I’m done pretending. Done! Pretending!” 

Then a few seconds later, Mom’s fist pounded on the wall that separated out two bedrooms and I heard her loudly declare, “If my Son’s wants his Mother’s mouth plugged up while she is having sex, then he is welcome to take his cock out, come over here, and plug it up himself.” 

There was some more fairly tame arguing, and then I heard their light click off, and that was it. After 2 or 3 furious masturbation sessions, I finally fell asleep myself. The next morning, I bumped into Mom while she was drinking her morning coffee. Dad had already gone to work, and I wasn’t sure how, or even IF I should bring up what I’d heard last night. 

Turns out, I didn’t have to. I sat down for breakfast, and in between sips from her coffee cup, Mom just started explaining somethings. She told me that she’d learned that my Dad had a Mommy kink only recently, when they’d started getting into bondage and roleplay scenes. She then explained that she’d done it for him, thinking it was really weird, but it turned out that she really liked doing it. It was hot for her. 

She let me know that, when I’d confronted her, it had really opened her up to it even more. She’d started picturing me jerking off to the sound of her having sex, and it turned out that she liked the idea. And the more she teased me about it to test the waters, the more sure she was that I liked it too. So, the last 3 or so nights, she hadn’t been playing Dad’s Mom. Instead, she had been teasing him about how a real Mother Son scene was right under his nose. For several days, they had whispered and moaned about how if Mom got loud again, her real life Son would likely start jerking off to it. Then, last night, Mom had gotten sick of just talking about something that was so close she could taste it. 

After that, she got up, washed her coffee cup, and started going about her day. But, I did manage to catch her just before Dad got home for dinner. It took me about 9 hours, but I finally worked up the courage to ask her about some of what she’d said. Specifically, the stuff about, plugging her mouth. At that, Mom grinned. She looked proud of me, like she’d been waiting for me to ask, but didn’t think I actually would. 

After a second, she lowered her voice like we weren’t the only two people in the house, and told me something that I would never forget. Mom said, “Baby. If you hear your Mother having sex in the next room, and you are brave enough to walk in on your Dad and I… AND, ask to join in. I promise you. PROMISE YOU… That I will suck your cock better than you’ve ever had it sucked before. And if your Dad is going to complain, and pretend that he’s not into it. Then you can have my pussy instead.” 

Then she kissed me softly on my forehead and with a smile and a wink as she said, “Ears open kiddo. Wouldn’t wanna miss a golden opportunity, now would we?” 

 

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