Archive name: The Lake .HTM (M/F, Cheat, Voyeur)

Authors name: Paula Wilson ([email protected])

Story title: The Lake

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Our family has gone to Pindus Lake for as long as I can remember and I was 17 last birthday. When I say our family, these days I mean myself and my mom, my dad and my kid brother Jake now holidayed separately.

It was my mom's idea. She believed that after sharing the same house for 50 weeks every year then to spend two weeks apart is reasonable and refreshing. It was more for her and dad, they’d been together for almost twenty years and I supposed they needed a little space from each other.

All this started when I was 14 and I remember how strange it was to wake up and not hear my brother shouted his head off or hearing my dad yelling at him to be quiet.

I had always thought of mom is really just a big sister. She looked so good, and nothing like the almost 40 years that she really was. I thought that she looked about 30, my dad said she looked about 35, by either calculation she didn't look her age.

So by this time, our third holiday of boys and girls separate, I was looking forward to the time we would spend together. Of course at almost 17 I had other things on my mind. I had inherited my mother's good looks, I am tall, blonde haired and blue eyed, with a thin waist, high breasts and long legs ending in my nice round buttocks. Even dad said that I reminded him of mom at the same age. I was flattered at that because I thought that if I looked as good at forty and after two kids as mom did, then that would be something.

So now you even have an idea what mom looks like, she's just a little heavier than I, rounder than I am and just a little shorter. She wears young clothes and her hair in a modern style. We do look like sisters and I am proud of the fact.

This year something changed our cosy little world, he was called Pete and he was gorgeous, at least I thought he was gorgeous, mom wasn't so sure but didn't say too much, just the usual about being careful, which was code for ‘do not get yourself pregnant’. I have to be honest and say here and now that I have no virgin, neither am I the college bike.

So on the second night of our holiday Pete and I went to the local town for a pizza and to maybe take in the movie. I was given a curfew from mom.

"I want your home by midnight." She had said her blue eyes twinkling as she spoke. "Not a minute later, and not a minute before, don't use me as an excuse if Pete turns out to be a bore."

So, Pete and I went into town, found a pizza and then the movie house. There is saying about wrapping paper and the gift inside, I don't remember it exactly but it described Geoff perfect. He was good looking and I mean good looking, but he was boring with a capital B. So I made my excuses and by about 1030 I was closing on our cabin. It was then that I remember what mom told me, no later than midnight and not a minute before. Of course she hadn't meant it, leastways the bit about not a minute before. She was cutting me some slack and I’d appreciated the gesture.

It was only when I was about ten meters or so from the door that I have the voices. One was mom and she was laughing, like she did after she'd been drinking, a little two loud and raucous. The other was a man, he sounded drunk as well. I knew that it wasn't my dad, so who was it? And why was mom drinking maybe even getting drunk, with another man?

I stopped and then listened; the voices were coming from the rear of the cabin where there was a small garden, big enough for a barbecue table and a few chairs.

"I have a teenage daughter, and she 17 years old," I heard my mother were laugh.

"Then you must have been very young when you had her." The man said in reply. “I can’t believe that you be old enough to have a teenage daughter.”

"Thank you." I heard my mom say. "Flattery will get you anywhere." She laughed again.

"Just when I'm hoping will happen." He replied.

I shuddered and almost bolted. I was listening to my mother and a complete stranger whilst they flirted, just like she did with my dad. I mean, you know that your parents are dead from the waist down, and that you never can quite imagine them actually doing the big deed. You know that they must still do it, but knowing and, and, well listening is stomach churning and now I was listening to my mother and a stranger flirting with each other.

I had a decision to make, I could walk away and pretend I had never been here, or I could burst in on them, or, or, I could just and here and listen and see what happened. The latter was a pretty low thing to do. I would be effectively spying on my mother and that wasn't easy thing to admit. Whilst I hesitated I stepped into the shadows of the cabin.

"Well you’ll have to try harder than that. Mom retorted.

"And you have my promise that I will try as hard is necessary." The man said in reply.

"I like hard." My mom said and I shuddered again. I had never heard her talk dirty or even suggestive, it would quite shock.

I still had a three-way decision to me. I could burst in on them, but I didn't have courage and also I didn't want to embarrass mom. So now I had a two-way decision, walk away or stay and see what happened. It had suddenly fallen silent and instantly my mind was made up. I couldn't just walk away; it was my mother, who I’d thought of as my very very best friend.

I crept around the side of the cabin; the garden unlike the cabin was brilliantly illuminated. I had stay in the shadows and was glad that I decided to wear some on my less brilliantly coloured clothing. I moved until I could see them. My first emotion was one of shock, the man was Rodney Murdoch, and a man of whom my mother had repeatedly said made her skin creep. He was our neighbour, had been for the last five years, and I had never noticed that he had fancied my mother.

They were close, not exactly touching, more trying not to touch. Mom was wearing a white halter top which tied at the front and a short skirt that if nothing else showed that she still had her legs. Murdoch, I couldn't call him Rodney, was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. He was tall man, curly hair and a dark complexion. I reckoned he was about mom’s age though I had never been good at judging the age of older men, whatever his age he was getting very close to my mother.

Then he was more than nearer, he was actually touching her, not anywhere rude, his hand was on her bare arm and she wasn't pulling away. Slowly he drew her closer until she literally folded into his arms and snuggled against his chest. My heart pounding so wildly that they had to hear me, but they didn't, they were to involve each other to consider that someone else, like a daughter, could be watching them.

Murdoch tilted my mothers head until her mouth was uplifted and then he kissed her and my mother, kissing him back. I thought of my father, and now he would react, can he would feel to know of his partner of almost 20 years was about to be unfaithful to him.

I closed my eyes, my chest was hurting and I was short of breath. I could hear them, the sounds of their kissing! I couldn't bring myself to look, at least not at first, and then my courage returned and I opened my eyes. They were still kissing, but now his hands were moving all over my mother and she was doing nothing to stop him. I watched as he started to stroke her body, to touch her breasts, her face, to run his hands over her pliant body.

"Come into the house." He gasped.

"Why?" She asked, but I knew that she was teasing.

"You know why!"

"I'd like you to tell me." My mother had her arms around his neck and offered up her mouth for another kiss. I had never seen mom really kiss anyone. I had never seen adults really, sexually, kissing each other. Now I was doing both at the same time. The good natured elder sister I’d always thought mom to be was in reality just a hungry and experienced female where sex was concerned. She was so casual and yet so obviously experienced, but then why shouldn’t she be?

"I have to screw you, I need to screw you.” Murdoch pleaded.

My mother laughed and kissed him again. "What about me? I might not want to screw with you. I am a happily married woman with a very attentive husband, if you understand my meaning."

"He's a very lucky man, to wake up next you every morning, very lucky indeed." He was stroking my mother’s hair; it was something she liked, something that my dad did. I didn't know if Murdoch knew this, or had stumbled across the fact, but he was hitting on my mom just when she was most vulnerable. It suddenly occurred to me that this might not be the first time they had done this, maybe I'd stumbled across something which had been happening for a long time.

"No chance of that I am afraid." My mother said the regret was obvious in her voice. "I don't think I could explain to Sally what you were doing there, although I doubt if she needs diagrams by now."

"So, how long do we have?" Murdoch asked.

"About an hour, you should come round early." My mother complained.

"Come inside, unless..."Murdoch left the sentence unfinished. Instead he stroked the top of the picnic table.

“No way, splinters in my behind as real passion killers.” My mother laughed.

“Sounds like you know from experience?” Murdoch rejoined.

“Let’s just say I spent an uncomfortable afternoon having the splinters pricked from my behind.” She laughed.

“Understanding husband.” Murdoch chortled.

“Who said it was my husband, now lead the way." My mother said.

He had his hand about her waist and began to steer her towards the cabin. She went with him and I followed. They went into the living room and folded onto the couch, he was all over her by now and she was doing nothing to stop him. I still hugged the shadows, drawn inexorably towards what was happening or was in going to happen. I think I could have played loud rock music and they wouldn't have heard me.

He was playing with her tits, rubbing his hand across them. Mom still had her top on and now Murdoch pulled the bow part, opening the top and freeing mom’s breasts. She wasn't wearing a brassier and her tits spilled into his hands, the nipples already hard.

I was seeing a side of my mother I had never seen before. I had seen her naked before but I had never seen her aroused and that was just what she was now.

She had her head back and her eyes closed, she was whispering things that I couldn't quite hear. I could guess though, as Murdoch's hand suddenly left her tits and moved between her splayed legs, her skirt was almost to her crotch and Murdoch had no difficulty in finding her mound. He began to rub his fingers up and down the entrance to her hidden valley.

If anything mom’s legs spread even wider and I could easily see the white crotch to her panties. Murdoch's hand lifted her skirt and now slid beneath the waistband of her panties. Mom said something, it was little more than a grunt, and then I knew where his hand had reached for she groaned and swore at him to hurry up.

Murdoch laughed, kissed mom on her mouth, a long languid kiss whilst all the time his fingers were playing with her sex. He was teasing her. I watched as she came more and more urgent in her movements. She was reacting into each pressure, each touch of his fingers, her hips jumped, rotated, danced to his tune.

Now she was struggling to unzip shorts, cursing him for not helping her. He just laughed and then with his free hand guided down his zipper. Slowly, he climbed to his feet and my sex befuddled mother pulled his shorts down.

I wanted to turn away, I wanted to walk away, no, I wanted to run away, but I didn't, I couldn't. Although I knew that what I was doing was wrong, I couldn't help myself, I had to stay in watch. It wasn't as if it was turning me on because it wasn't. It was just so dam hypnotic watching my mother as she committed adultery. It was almost as if I were participating, a silent and willing partner in her crime.

She had his cock in her hand and she was stroking it as she had stroked my hand when as a kid I'd gone running into her, tears in my eyes and seeking her attention.

"Like that?" She laughed softly, the first coherent words she had spoken in minutes.

"Oh yes!" He said.

"This?" I watched as my mother took Murdoch’s large, at least I thought it was large, cock into her mouth. She was giving him a blow job! I certainly was learning a great deal about my mother, a side of her that I had never seen before. I guessed that she was like this with my father; I had to believe that, otherwise how she was behaving with Murdoch was as another altogether darker Stephanie Burton. I had no way of knowing or of finding out as I had no intention of spying on her and my father.

As she slurped on his cock so Murdoch had stopped playing with her and was content just to ruffle her hair. This carried on for what seemed like hours but must have been only been a minute or two and then Murdoch called a halt.

"Enough." He gasped. "Much more and you'll ruin everything." He pushed her head back until his cock is fully withdrawn.

"Well?" My mother glanced at his cock and then down between her legs.

"My thoughts exactly." Murdoch laughed. He dropped to his knees between her legs and with one simple movement pulled her panties down. "Beautiful, you have a beautiful cunt! I could look at it for hours and hours." As he spoke he inserted two fingers inside her and rubbed his thumb across what I guessed was her clitoris.

"Fuck you!" My mother swore. "Why don't you just screw me?"

Mom’s pussy was pink glistening slash, with scarcely any pubic hair to conceal it. I could see Murdoch’s fingers as they went deeper and deeper inside her. I could see and almost hear how wet she was, how as he moved his fingers out of her, so her pussy seemed to cling to his fingers. Deliberately Murdoch replaced his fingers with the head of his cock at the entrance to her cunt.

"Get a rubber on that monster." She complained.

Murdoch fumbled in the pocket of his discarded shorts and then pulled out a small packet from which he pulled the rubber which he rolled down the hard stem of his cock.

"Satisfied?" He asked.

"Only when that is inside me!" My mother said crudely.

"Like this?" He asked as with one movement he buried his cock deep inside her.

"Just like that!" My mother grunted she started to much his thrusts with her own.

I was on my knees, still in the shadows. All the strength had fled from my legs and I couldn't stand any more. The scene before me was one of purely animalistic sex; there was neither love nor affection. It was simple physical gratification that they both sort. I could see his cock is it drove in and out of my mother. He said nothing, grunting in reply to her but nothing else. I could see his balls, the sack hanging between his legs, slapping against my mothers bum cheeks. If I had been watching anyone else but my mother this would have been in the most erotic experience of my life, instead I was caught between the eroticism and my mother.

"Harder!" She cried. "Harder, harder you fucking bastard!"

Murdoch seemed to redouble his efforts, and my mother was squealing her encouragement which suddenly turned into the beginning of her orgasm. I watched open mouthed as my mother's orgasm seemed to overwhelm her entire body. It seemed to last for ages, enveloping so completely that she was not even aware of Murdoch pulling his cock from inside her, turning her around and then entering her from behind.

This time it was Murdoch’s turn to climax. He shuddered, his hairy backside seemed to judder and then he collapsed across my mother’s almost naked back. It was over; from my concealed position I watched as they slowly recovered their senses and then began to get dressed. At first neither of them spoke a word and then when Murdoch returned from the bathroom, presumably having flushed the used rubber down the toilet, my mother, now dressed again turned towards him.

"You have to go." She said simply, practically. "Sally will be home soon and this place stinks."

"Can I see you again?" Murdoch asked.

“Of course." My mother replied. She was lighting the incense candles that she was so fond of, they smelled beautiful with the added bonus of concealing the smell of their sex. "Sally said that she wanted to spend tomorrow with a family that we met last year, they have a daughter her age. As soon as she leaves then I'll call you, we will have all day together, how does that sound? "

Murdoch swept my mother into his arms; his hands went immediately beneath her skirt. She didn't stop him as once more he stroked her buttocks, riding her skirt up to her waist as he so.

"You have a great arse." He said in appreciation.

"Why thank you sir for the compliment, and I can assure you that tomorrow you'll see a great deal of it. Now get out of here before my daughter arrives." Mom broke his embrace, a clear signal that the intimacy they had shared was over.

It was only then that I realized that Murdoch’s most obvious exit was via the garden and I was standing right in his way. In a panic my retraced my route until I was once more in front of the cabin.

I didn't see Murdoch leave but I waited five minutes and then entered the cabin. The place stunk of the candles and I can hear the shower running. Mom was making sure that she didn't carry the odour as well.

I helped myself to a glass of wine, pulled one for her and settled into the room where only a few minutes previously my mother had been fucking with her boyfriend. I made quite sure that I didn't sit anyway that they had fucked. Mom entered the room wearing a bathrobe and drying her hair.

"Have a nice time?" She asked.

I shook my head. "Good looking but boring with capital B."

"So you will not be seen him again?" My mother asked. I offered her the wine that I had poured her. "How was your evening?" I knew the answer already and I wanted to hear her version.

"Quiet, Mr. Wonderful came by, trying to convince me how gorgeous he is."

"Mr. Wonderful, just who is Mr. Wonderful?" I asked. I was trying to sound interested when what I actually wanted to do was to scream at her for betraying my dad and I suppose myself.

"Murdoch, you know, he is always sniffing around. I wish he would get a life or at least a girlfriend. He is so obvious, be careful because one day he sure to hit on you."

I had to admire her. She hadn't tried to conceal Murdoch's visit, just what had happened. Now, if anyone said anything, I would know about his visit and wouldn't be surprised or curious.

"Tomorrow, are you still seeing whatever her name is?" My mother began asked.

"Rebecca." I replied. "Yes I am, unless you want to do something, just the two of us." I already had made myself a mental note to ring Rebecca and rearrange the day.

"No, no you go and spend sometime with people your own age.”

"Sure, what if Mr. Wonderful comes around again?"

"I can handle him." I’d have sworn that she was smirking.

I already knew that, I have seen just how well she handled him and then how well he handled her. If they were going to see each other tomorrow, then I was going to be around.