My Stepmum and the Rude Optician!

MY STEPMUM AND THE RUDE OPTICIAN! This story is about my Stepmother; but she brought me up from a very young age, hence I always called and thought of her as Mum. This happened some years ago, when I was only about 17, young and naive, and had never seen sex except for some in dirty books from mates. This was what made me realize her secret rude side existed for sure [at this time I'd only heard about the "Video" from the 80's, from unreliable sources, and I only suspected she might be unfaithful to Dad sometimes, not having myself seen anything to confirm it. So, all I had were my fantasies, at this point, which I enjoyed, but I still felt I'd be horrified if I ever discovered she'd had someone else than him in reality. Anyway, she used to see a certain optician, Mr. Miller, in his shop up the road. I'd never liked him; having been there a couple of times in the past when we'd been for our eye tests and I didn't like his attitude; he was self-important, pompous and patronizing to both of us; and I guessed he fancied my Mum; the way he would fuss around her touching her unnecessarily made me squirm; and when the lights were dimmed for her test, Mum would slip off her shoes as she sat in the chair, relaxing and rubbing a stocking foot up her other leg, suggestively. She would laugh at his jokes and innuendo to her during the test, even once giggling when his hand slipped from her shoulder and [I'm sure I saw it, in the dark!] pat her right breast through her cardigan, as he moved to the light switch again! He was a very big man, professorial but powerful too, and I felt that somehow Mum was attracted to him. At one point in time, when Dad was away abroad, he wasn't sending any money home to her as he'd gotten into a bad situation and Mum needed her expensive specs replacing. I often [but not always] went with her to the optician, and so I was there when we sat across him at his desk in his office and Mum acted up to him to try and get them for free or at least so he would delay the need to pay till next time. He hummed and haahed and lectured her about it; he really was a self-righteous arse, and I was irked to see my Mum accepting his telling-off; and when she kicked off her shoes and made very flirty body-language to him I felt hurt and uncomfortable. They told me to go and wait in the reception area as they had to "discuss business"; but as I went they left his office by another door which I saw as it opened was a little pokey store-room with a high metal couch-thing, mattressed in black. As it was near closing time, our appointment being the last, his receptionist, a weighty black girl, was alone in there. I sat nervous, pretending to be engrossed in a magazine, then I saw her turn the volume down on the intercom and switch it on. She eyed me, to check I wasn't listening, then put her ear down to the speaker turning the sound slightly up. Then, just audibly, I heard sounds from it; Mum's voice going "Huggh!...Ough!..Ourrgh!" At first, I was sure she must have been just laughing out loud at some joke of his... but then, I doubted that. What WAS he doing to my Mum in there????? She emerged maybe half an hour later looking quite happy and normal so I assumed it couldn't have been what I thought it was. He said she'd better bring the money this time next week, or she'd have to pay "Extra" for the delay. Mum promised, sounding dubious about the extra but having to accept it. I couldn't help it, I drew scenes of her bonking the optician that night and wanked with them; masochistic feelings of both hate for him and lust for the sleazy idea of him taking advantage of my Mum overcame me. I drew pics of him having her in the test-chair,etc. I suspected she saw them as she cleaned my room while I was out one day and they'd been moved about! Well, next week came and Dad still hadn't sent the money so we were due to go and explain, after a bit of shopping. I noticed she always seemed to dress more tartily and provocatively than usual on visits to the optician, and today she wore a flimsy white blouse you could see her black lacy bra clearly through; a pair of black tights that had thick, tarty seams all up the backs of her legs, the highest heels I'd ever seen her wear, plus a tiny black stretch miniskirt that was so small you could see the tops of her legs where they joined into her buttocks! Her hair was newly permed and peroxided blonde too and she put on lots of make-up to finish her classy hooker-like appearance. She hardly looked like my respectable, churchgoing Mum anymore! I felt so embarrassed walking up the shopping centre with her; men were making comments as she passed, things like, "Corr!-I'd love to get up that!" and staring at her bum, which was like two eggs in a wet cloth! She seemed to ignore them, but she also smirked as I blushed angrily red and glared at the blokes, and she told me not to stare at the nice men! Mr. Miller's receptionist was again the only one there now, as she'd seen off the previous customer; and she asked if Mum had the payment today. When told she didn't, the negress said, "Well, hunn-ee, I hope you are ready to have to pay Exxxtra!" She sounded that last word lasciviously, drawing it out and widening her eyes somehow mockingly, as if it meant something totally different and lewd; and if it did, Mr. Miller must have told her, and they'd laughed at us about it! As we sat before Mr. Miller again, he told us off again, lecturing my Mum and saying, "Do you understand what this means? I'm adding on the EXTRA??" Mum looked sheepishly up at him from under her curls, and said, "Yes, Mr. Miller. I'm sorry. We'll have to... er... come to an arrangement." He waved his pen at her pompously; he always had this oversized metal pen, a big long thing that he used to sign things with, and as they got up to go into the side-room he took it with him. Mum let me stay in his office this time saying, "Don't worry, love, I've just got to try and get round Mr. Miller about the bill; you stay here, it'll be okay." She slipped of her shoes and left them with me along with the bags, telling me to look after them. They went in the side-room and locked the door. I waited in silence. Suddenly I heard the noises again, louder now as I was only on the other side of the door; Mum's voice groaning and "OURGH!"-"UUGHH!"-ing, and him grunting! I didn't know what to do; I walked around worrying; then I looked through the office-door window into Reception. The receptionist had the intercom on again listening to Mum and Mr.Miller as they were loud enough to be picked up by the unit on his desk; and now she was alone, the girl had a hand down her skirt, touching herself and smirking as she listened! I had to try and find out what was happening in there; surely Mum wasn't having SEX with him?? There was a small one-way mirror on the door they'd gone through, and I found if I switched his office lamp off, I could dimly see through it. WOW what a sight I saw! Mr. Miller was standing with his back to me, his pants down, and his arse thrusting forward steadily; and Mum's arms and legs showed round his back! The dirty big bastard was Fucking My Mum!! Her fingers clawed the air or clung to his grey-shirted shoulders, and her tights were almost off, rolled round her feet with the crotch of them between her ankles, and her sexy toes clenched, waved and shook and sensually stroked each other as her voice slowly became more urgent. My dick leapt to erection despite my hurt, and I had to take it out and put my handkerchief over it to prevent it messing my pants or the floor if I came. He grunted as he fucked her; as he Fucked my Mum, bonking her with long, deep thrusts; going "Unnh,Unnhh,Uhnnnnh!" He fucked in and out between her legs and made the couch she sat up upon shake and bang against the wall. Her cries built up to a crescendo,and then a deafening pause before she went, "UUUUuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhrrrrrrlllllllllllll!!!" with her feet tensing still, stretching out the nylon between them, and a hand spread, shivering, in the air! Yes.... it seemed she was coming. My mum, with the optician, behind Dad's back, was orgasming in abandon on Mr. Miller's dick!! When he pulled off her he turned to the side, and Mum lay back on the couch-thing, pulling her legs right up to her chest. For the first time, I saw her naked body; real sexy, with firm wobbling boobs, a hairy crotch, and nipples that stood up, all red and excited. But I also saw he was still hard, maybe he hadn't come yet; and his dick was a great big veiny thing, maybe 10 inches long with a foreskin that only just covered his huge onion-like knob-end. It still throbbed at her and I felt sick to my stomach to know he'd just used that huge sausage-dick on Mum; but my cock pulsed harder to see how aroused she was by it. Now I couldn't believe what happened next; he took hold of his large pen and Mum let him prod it on her bumcheeks while lecturing her about the unpaid bill. "Do you know what I'm gonna do to you Teresa?" He patronized. "Yes, Sir!" she chirped, widening her legs upward a bit and letting one hand reach back into her hair, posing for him like a 60's sex symbol. Then he moved his hand down, putting the pen between her buttocks... on to her arsehole... and she let out a deafening groan, almost a roar, of mixed lust and indignation as he PUSHED IT UP HER ARSEHOLE!! I watched the lewd, shocking sight of Mum and the optician having a very rude sex session with her lying back offering her bare behind to him and his pen... and she actually went "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRGHHHH!!!!" as he STUCK IT UP HER BUM!!! The optician shoved his pen up my Mum's Bum!! My stomach lurched as he began to waggle it around, wiggling it sideways, then up and down... and then twisting it around, making her surprisingly broad, dark and long-creased arsehole twitch and stretch at his ministrations, and she made moans of surprise and disgust but clear enjoyment as he did it! Keeping her legs up with one hand, she reached out for his dick with the other, and I saw her little dainty fingers take his shaft and begin to pull him off over her body. She skilfully wanked off the optician, as he turned, twisted and plugged the pen around up her bum! It was so rude, seeing Mum let him do it, even encouraging him by wanking him like a prostitute and waving her eyebrows, looking back and forth from his face to the object being waggled in her asshole, and smirking now at him, she blew raspberries and giggled about the thing stuck in her bung between her groans, as if she was shocked but liked it... "Eeeehhh-Pfffft! Yyyyoooooo-Pffft! Yeeeeee-pfft!" He snarled in lust at that, "Woarrgh!" and his hand really jiggled and shoved the pen around harder up her arse; his other hand reaching out to her tits now, and crudely grabbing and squeezing them alternately, with Mum's red aroused nipples poking up between his fingers. Her shockingly lewd behaviour for that big poncey perv was so weirdly erotic, I gasped and held my breath, hoping I wasn't seen or heard as my sperm poured into my handkerchief making me shudder in ecstasy and humiliation all at once, transfixed by the sight of them! Her hand worked on his dick expertly squeezing, pulling and rubbing, and soon she panted in rhythm "Huhh!-Huhh!-Huhh!" in time to the jerking-off. It was both the most disgusting sight I'd ever seen, yet the most arousing I'd ever seen. Suddenly his hand left the pen and a big jet of sperm shot out of him, landing SPLAT! across Mum's tits! "Ahh, yess, do it you dirty man!" she said, and she pointed his dick over her body directing his jets over her navel, filling it up, directing spurts over her crotch, splattering her pubic hair; and she smiled at him as she held him toward her bum to let all the rest of his sponk splurt and shoot down her bumcrack, spattering and covering her asshole and the pen that still quivered, unattended, embedded in her brown hole!! I thought that was it; so I hurriedly put myself away and sat down expecting their speedy emergence; but there was more. After some minutes, I heard him say, "And now, are you ready to give me the EXTRA, Teresa??" She replied, "Yes, Sir, I am ready." I still didn't get up, for fear of being seen at the window now; but soon I heard Mum groaning again and him slapping something. So I risked a look at the window again, and saw she was leaning side-on against the side wall and he was behind her, shoving his cock into her, and slapping her arse... and then, I saw the worst bit. She shifted a little and I saw his boner was right up her BUM!! Mum was taking the optician up the Arse!!! So that was the "Extra" that Mum had to pay!... and what the receptionist had mocked us about... He had demanded mum's Shithole!! It was a bit sick-making to watch his enormous veiny willy sliding into my Mum's brown bumhole right there in the otherwise-placid premises, amid the quiet and unsuspecting shopping-centre outside; people probably going past outside- people who knew us, even friends, relatives, neighbours... all unaware of what the local optician was doing to my Mum in there!! Under theirs and my Dad's noses, was Mum's affair with Mr. Miller! He had a hand round her waist pulling her back onto him and the other grabbing her blonde permed hair as he crudely shoved himself up her dirtbox, and he growled as he fucked her arsehole. "HulllGh!-UlllGh!-Hullllh!!!" She was tossing her head around in joy and I didn't want to be seen, so I sat down again, leaving the window. I waited there; I'm not sure how long, but hearing every grunt, moan, slap and exclamation of them was both straining on my mind and very arousing. I got hard again; and I risked another look when I heard the fucking sounds stop. Now he was stood there with Mum just turning round to kneel before him; she held his huge erection by the root near his balls and her free hand went down between her legs, rubbing herself on her hot hairy pussy. She let his foreskin roll back a bit; and then she exclaimed "OOooooohhh!" and chuckled ripely! Well, I couldn't be sure, with the dimmed view I had, but... No! It couldn't be! Surely there wasn't something THERE, was there, left there on his purple knob-end? Surely NOT! I hoped it wasn't, because Mum just opened her lips and went "OOOMMMMMmmmmmmgghhhh!!!" clamping them round his dick, and squeezed her cunt in deep joy! She sucked him deeply, and the sweet loving Mum I was used to certainly seemed to know how to suck a dick. He quickly tensed up and I saw his cock thud and throb in Mum's lips, and she sucked hard, swallowing deeply- he was shooting his sponk in her mouth. She moaned appreciatively, and slowly raunched her hips onto her hand, climaxing as she took his ejaculate on her tongue with her closed lips catching every drop. I heard them cleaning themselves up and soon they came out with her looking all happy again, and even Mr. Miller had a smirk on his face- very unusual for the patronizing, stuck-up bastard, except when he was around my Mum maybe. Mum said wasn't it nice of Mr. Miller to let her have the glasses for free! She thanked him for being so "kind!" [that's a laugh!] and I mumbled an answer when she insisted I thank him too! His negress assistant quickly waved a videotape at Mum as we passed her, saying, "Lovely FILM, Teresa!" I didn't catch the title on the cover but it looked like that was a photo of Mum topless with two great big cocks menacing her from each side and shoving their knobends on her tits! "What is THAT?" I asked, very shocked; but Mum said it was nothing, and not to take any notice. The black girl joked as she let us out that Mum might want to go out the "Backdoor" instead... and slapped Mum's bottom as she said so! Mum went red! Mum wouldn't answer my questions about why she went off alone with Mr. Miller,and denied anything personal had happened, even berating me for suspecting so! However, at bedtime that night I found Mum had left her used tights from that day, as-if-by-accident, just inside my bedroom door. I took them and during the night, I wanked like crazy with them, with my dick in the toes of her nylons and muttering "Ohhh,Mum! Ooolla,MUM!" as the scenes of her with Mr. Miller whirled round in my mind. Her with Mr Miller doing all those rude, dirty things, of the black girl's taunts, and of THAT VIDEO, whatever it was! Yes, I wanked in a tormented frenzy into the tights that Mum had fucked the optician in and recalled her sweating and groaning in passion! I'm sure I heard her laugh at one point from her room but I assumed it was just talking in her sleep, and she couldn't have heard me. Was she teasing me on purpose? I couldn't be sure. Anyway, she never said a thing about finding her tights all thick with my cum the next day! I've never forgotten that day; it revealed a lot about her to me and spurred on my secret thoughts of her. Remember... out there there's more than cuckolding wives, there's cuckolding moms too! 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