"Your Mum - Your Mum" an erotic sex story by cuckoldbob - Apr 10, 2008 - From Popular sex stories

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This is a secret I have kept to myself for years, about what my stepmother Teresa did one summer morning. Now, I think it's time I made all privy to this strange and lurid tale; the account of "Your Mum, Your Mum!"

Some months after the incident of "Teresa's Torture" [which will be in another story] when I was 18, it happened. Firstly, I heard some of the local 18 to 19 year olds talking about Mum and her secret porno film! Obviously the film had gotten out to certain local thugs, after Mum had made it with the gangsters, whoring herself to save us. The teenagers obviously knew them. That was obviously how they got to see it, and recognised MY MUM, that apparently prim and proper, middle class housewife they knew, from down the road!

A copy of a video titled "Teresa's Torture" was put in our mailbox one day, addressed to Mum, with a note telling her who had seen it. It said that if she wanted them to keep quiet about it and not let it get around to people such as Dad's bosses and colleagues, our friends and the neighbourhood too, they wanted something from her in return for their silence! At this time I hadn't seen any of the film, and Mum grabbed it from me along with the note before I could examine the video. The note was from a group of youngsters in their late teens who hung around the area causing trouble, being largely unemployed but getting their income from petty crime.

I'd guessed it was some sort of sex film she'd done, even back then; but Mum said I shouldn't ask about it, and pressed me to keep the note secret from Dad and everyone else. However, whenever she went shopping with me coming along to help too, we had to walk past the youths' den , which was a small clearing in a slightly wooded piece of wasteland, on the bank of an old disused raiway down a lane. I had noticed before in recent months, that whenever we went past them there, Mum would get wolf whistles and muttered innuendo from them. Even the girls, who were attractive but cheeky, hard-boiled types.

I'd heard the girls were bisexual, and had even been seen having lesbian orgies in there. I would always get an angry, indignant flush at the youths' comments to her, and complain bitterly about it back home. However, Mum forbade me to say anything back, and told me to cool it, saying it didn't bother her and that they were only baiting us. I uneasily agreed it would be silly to rise to the provocation.

Secretly though, I knew Mum was enjoying the attention, and I was very jealous but began secretly whacking off at night about it. Also, I noticed how she'd begun to dress much more sexily, even tartily, and would swing her hips more, on any day she was likely to pass by the gang. I always now neurotically plied her with questions about what happened, what they'd said etc, whenever she'd had to pass them on the lane without me. I'd be in a worried, harrassed state quite genuinely, but have a mysterious bulge in my pants too as I obsessively queried her!

One day when we went past, the youths were playing with a plastic ball that they were throwing to each other in the Den as we walked up the lane. Three of the girls were walking up behind us, having been to the shop for cigarettes. As we passed the den, a lad threw the ball out past us mischeviously and Mum picked it up. They insited Mum go into their den to give it back.

As she went in there to do so, the lads said, "Hey Teresa, can we talk to you for a minute?"

I waited a few seconds outside, then my temper rose and I began to storm off in a huff, but slowly and uneasily, dawdling for her to follow. I could hear them asking her "It's you, isn't it? You're in Teresa's Torture?"

The 3 girls were looking through the railings at Mum chatting with their mates, and I can't have gone fifty yards before the girls suddenly burst into laughter, and ambled after me, then called out.

The shortest girl shouted, "Bobby!" As I turned round she went, "The lads are asking your mum something!"

The second girl worsened it by adding in her common tarty accent, "Something DIRTY!"

The tall older girl of maybe 21, capped the taunt by pointing at me and shouting, "YOUR MUM! YOUR MUUUM, YYYOURR MMUUUUUMMMM!" To the tune of "Cuck-oo! Cuck-oo!"

I came running back all flustered and found Mum sitting, smiling, on a log among the five lads.

She giggled seeing my unease, then said as if it was all a lighthearted joke, "Bob, these nice lads have taken a bit of a fancy to me! They've asked me to take my clothes off for them!"