Caught

Like over half of my friends, I grew up in a single parent household. My parents divorced when I was little. I'd been living with mum for as long as I can remember. She must have gone without a lot. She often worked two part time jobs. We didn't have a lot but what you've never had, you don't miss. It might not sound great but some of my friends had it worse than me.

I decided early on that when I had the chance I wanted to help mum out. I got a Saturday job working in the warehouse of a DIY store. Unlike a lot of my classmates, I didn't go to university, I went to the local college. I wanted a trade, so I studied to become an electrician. College was great, more relaxed than school, more freedom and a lot more scope to fraternise with the opposite sex. I'd been to an all boys school. I was giving most of my money from the job to mum but kept enough back for the occasional night out.

It took me a while to find my feet in the dating game, having no experience of even talking to girls. A night out with some of the other students, to celebrate my nineteenth birthday, brought success. Not in the doing it on the first date scale, just some kissing and cuddling but I now had a girlfriend, my first ever. A fair bit behind my contemporaries but I didn't care about that. Mum was great, perhaps she thought I'd always be single. As things progressed, I brought Helen home and mum didn't mind at all if she stayed over, in my room. Having sex for the first time, in the comfort of my room was incredible.

Helen's sleepovers became a regular. We weren't noisy. It wasn't as though I was swinging from a chandelier or jumping off the wardrobe and even when both of us orgasmed, you'd be hard pressed to hear us, even if you were in the room with us. That became a problem. Hearing next to nothing, mum walked in on us more than once. Helen didn't always notice. I'd been at home long enough, for her to form the habit of just walking in. She'll have seen my duvet being ruffled as I had a wank, too. She always apologised to me afterwards.

Sadly my time with Helen didn't last as long as I'd hoped. I suppose it happens to all people my age, you think you've found the love of your life only to become disillusioned. My next, Mary, only lasted a couple of weeks.

I was feeling a bit down about the whole relationship scene. That's when Denise came into my life. A mate more than a girlfriend. She's on my course, with the same aim as me. Even she would agree that she's not the best looking. Short, not much over five feet tall, short brown hair, a little chubby with small tits and quite a large backside. She doesn't care what she looks like and neither do I. She's a great laugh, really fun to be with, particularly on a night out. As you can expect, she doesn't attract too much in the way of male attention. Although, she's occasionally been felt up by lesbians, even when she's out with me. That gives us both a bit of a giggle. We were having a few drinks on a Friday night, to round off the week, when I gave her my thoughts on getting dumped twice in short succession.

"Twice. I'm lucky if I get more than a one night stand. Actually, I'm ecstatic if I get fucked at all. I'm starting to consider that bird who just groped my arse."

"Puts me in my place."

A couple of beers turned in to lots. It doesn't take a huge leap of thought to see where this was going. Not rolling drunk but having drunk enough to be extremely merry, we ended up in my bed. It being a lot closer to the bar than Denise's place. We stumbled upstairs stripped down to our underwear and fell asleep under my duvet. It must have been in the early hours of the morning, still pitch black outside, that I was woken by some wiggling against my lap.

I came to, slowly. I think that both of us had been thrashing about in our beer fuelled slumber. I'd ended up wrapped around her back. She gave her bum a bit of a wiggle.

"Do us both a favour and shove it in."

Typical Denise. No romance, no sugar coating. I felt her moving as she pulled her knickers down. I poked my rather painful erection out of my boxers and moved close. Her fingers pushed my cock up and into her pussy. Spooning, I did my best to keep up a steady rhythm, without slipping out. An occasional brush of her fingers showed that she was rubbing herself. I'd at least learned enough to wait for her to cum before I did. Not at all out of character, she moaned, groaned and finally let out a loud,

"UWWWWWW."

She'd have drowned out any sound I made, had I made any at all.

"I'll take card payments for child maintenance."

My heart skipped a beat, maybe several. She waited a minute, then laughed.

"Don't panic. I'm on the pill. Don't want to miss out if anyone's willing to do me."

Despite the palpitations, I fell asleep almost as soon as I'd cum. I woke as it was getting light, with a splitting headache. Too much beer. I was alone. Had I dreamed it? No, some of Denise's clothes were on the floor. She came back into the bedroom, wearing just her knickers. The first time I've seen her small but perky boobs. She knows how to shock.

"Your mum is nice."

So, my new best mate had bumped into mum, while wandering topless, presumably in search of the toilet. It would have been fairly obvious to mum what we'd been doing. Denise just dressed, thanked me and said she'd see me on Monday. I'd not even made it out of bed before she'd left. I went for a shower, pulled on some jeans and a shirt and went searching for something to rehydrate. Mum had made me tea.

"New girlfriend?"

"No, just a friend. She's on the same course as me."

Mum didn't say anything, no judgement, no sarcastic comments, like pull the other one. She must have heard Denise.

Having sex, such as it was, did nothing to sour our friendship. We went out drinking together, nothing as heavy as that night. Actually, we were both trying to find out next true love. We failed, frequently. It often meant a night back at mine. It was during one of these nights, while we were having a rather nice 69, that things changed. I knew nothing about it. Denise, as was her way, wanted to call the shots. That meant me underneath, face buried in her hairy pussy and my head covered by her chunky thighs and large bum. You'd think it wasn't that great. Actually, I really enjoyed it. The first time I'd cum in a woman's mouth. She didn't seem bothered by that. Particularly as she got off three times. There was no fucking, just oral. That didn't make it any less incredible. As we lay side by side recovering she said.

"Your mum was watching."

"WHAT!"

"The door opened. She didn't just shut it. She stood and watched. I said she was nice. She's cool. My mum would have freaked seeing us doing that. Never wondered why I don't take you home?"

"I just thought it was too far away."

"Yeh, right. You'd be missing your toggle and two."

In the morning I was alone again. This time Denise returned fully naked. Like before, she dressed quickly and left.

Downstairs, there was a bit of an atmosphere as mum made us cups of tea. As we sat down to drink them she said,

"Interesting girl... Not shy, is she?.... A bit broad in the beam and really hairy.... Is that what you like?"

MUM!"

"You can't blame me for asking. You said she's not your girlfriend but that's not the first time she's stayed over. You're not just sleeping and not the first time she's given me an eyeful."

"And that's not the first time you've walked in unannounced."

"I didn't walk in. I just opened the door."

"Not heard of knocking?"

"Sorry, I just..... Anyway, Denise invited me to watch when she comes over again."

"SHE DID WHAT?"

"It's alright, I'm not going to.... Probably."

"Glad to hear it."

"I can't fail to hear it. Quite loud isn't she?"

"Can we drop this?"

Both of us qualified as electricians and we're working for different local companies. We've also both had a couple of relationships but nothing has stuck, so we continue to meet up. We still think of ourselves as each other's wing man, or woman in her case. More often than not, that ends up with us fucking. Mum might have said she wasn't going to watch but that hasn't stopped her. I think Denise actually likes mum's 'accidental' visits. I can't say that I'm the same. Having your mum watching your arse bouncing up and down on top of your best mate is awkward at best.

Denise and I are now really comfortable with each other. Neither of us see what we have in a romantic light. Yes, we get on great. We have a laugh. The sex is brilliant but we can't see ourselves living together. She's incredibly untidy and I'm a neat freak. I like to cook but she's a ready meal addict. Three minutes in a microwave is all it takes to satisfy that particular appetite. Her sexual one takes a bit longer. As it is, we're both getting plenty of sex. Neither of us see any harm in asking for exactly what we want. She gives amazing blowjobs and loves being eaten out. Her preference is to be fucked doggy style, so that she can rub her own clit. My finger technique is obviously not up to scratch. I'm not averse to giving her a good fucking from behind. Maybe mum is right, perhaps I like an arse with plenty to get hold of.

One night she asked me, "Can I stay here?"

"Problems?"

"Mum. I don't want to talk about it."

For once, in the morning, Denise hung around. I'm sure she didn't want to go home. We sat down with mum and discussed our options. I've stayed at home, so that I can maximise the money that I can give back to mum. Sleeping full time with Denise, was never going to be an option. Over time, my room would be full of her junk. Mum suggested the spare room. It was almost impossible to get in the door. It had been used as a dumping ground for years. The three of us spent the rest of the day clearing it out. Not large but somewhere for her to crash, if she needed it. After a quick trip home, she stayed for a couple of weeks. We gave her space as she was struggling with something, she didn't want to tell us about.

Over time, she appeared to have worked something out with her mother. She'd split the week between home and staying with us. Denise and mum seem to get on worryingly well. To the point where, when we were going to have sex, Denise would disappear to the toilet, 'forgetting' to close the door when she came back to bed. Denise appeared to be feeding what I'd come to think of as mum's fetish.

Did I mind? Yes, to a degree. Having your mother watch you suck and fuck isn't normal, in any universe. Having Denise facilitate it, didn't make it any less strange. However, mum had sacrificed the greater part of her life for me. Was this how she wanted to be repaid? I was handing her a substantial proportion of my wages but she didn't seem to be too bothered about the money. We'd never had much but didn't need much either. I wanted to find out. Denise had stayed over on Friday night. I got her to stay behind on Saturday morning, to have a talk with mum.

Breakfast time, isn't the ideal time to have a conversation like this. I'm not sure there ever is a correct time. Maybe the early hours of the morning when you are drunk or high. Perhaps when none of us would be in a fit state to remember what we'd said. I took the bull by the horns and came straight out with my assessment.

"I want to understand why this is happening, what you get out of it? You know it makes me uncomfortable. Maybe if I knew why you did it, I might be able to deal with it."

Mum thought for a minute. I don't suppose she was expecting her bacon sandwich to be accompanied by this discussion.

"Explaining it, is no easier than you experiencing it. I didn't want to admit it but I never liked having sex. For a long time, I thought there was something wrong with me. Maybe there is. When you brought Helen back and I saw you, it did more for the, than being with someone myself. I've no idea why. I know that you say that the two of you are just friends but seeing you two together gives me a lot of pleasure. Probably not what you want to hear but I use the memory."

"That's great. Hardly anyone wants to fuck me. Pardon my language. Yet you're flicking the bean, thinking about me. That's cool. Almost nobody thinks about me like that. Present company excepted." Denise said.

"Not exactly how I'd describe it and don't worry about the language. I know what it means."

"See. I told you your mum was cool." She said, looking at me.

It explained a lot. If I was a voyeur, I'm not sure I could resist getting off, while watching the action unfolding. Maybe that's not how she's wired. Perhaps she's self conscious about it or doesn't want to disrupt her viewing, or to be seen herself. The air had been cleared slightly. My sexual awakening, had flicked a switch for her. I felt a sense of responsibility. She appeared to need this. I don't suppose you can just find a couple and ask if you can watch them have sex. Denise was getting a kick out of it. I was enjoying the sex, I was just having issues with being watched. Being caught is different from knowing someone is watching. Particularly as mum had said she'd get herself off later. I didn't even want to think about the later. Although, Denise seemed keen to discuss it. I decided that discretion was the best option and went to do the food shopping.

Now I'm not so much being caught as being put on display. In one way I am caught, trapped by a set of circumstances. I feel a responsibility to look after mum, be that financially or emotionally. It cramps my style as far as dating goes. You can't really bring a girlfriend back and tell her that your mother will be watching. For now, that means that Denise is still a significant part of my life. We always use my room as true to form, there is so much mess in hers at our place, you can barely see the bed. As a threesome it's far from normal but I want to repay the massive debt I owe to mum, for what she's done for me. If that means, her watching me and Denise, then it's a price I'm willing to pay. At least for now. Denise has seen fit to demand that I do her doggy style. Not just that, she wants to do it facing the door. It was bad enough knowing mum was watching my arse going back and forward. Now, the two of us a looking right at her.

She might not masturbate while she watches but Denise's new obsession means that we get to see a bit more. I've seen her rubbing her thighs together and Denise even noticed her grinding against the door frame. I try to block it out but Denise plays up to it, making more noise if she sees something like that. As for me, I'm resigned to my fate.