Mother Lust

Svetlana Mega

Mother Lust

Svetlana Mega

Taboo Dreams

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Don’t Ever Tell

"You can't ever tell."

I responded, "No, I will not."

"I mean it. If you do, we'll both be in so much trouble."

"I am aware," I informed her.

"I'm not sure you do."

Our position was unchanged at the front door, just inside the house. With her thumbs tucked into the waistband of her underpants, she stood there and stared at me. It would just take a little prodding to have her underwear slipping down her thighs.

I announced, "I promise," feeling a knot in my stomach from the suspense. Her pussy was almost within my line of sight. I just needed to persuade her that I would remain silent. I added, "I mean it," hoping she would finally do something.

Her face contorted into a look of uncertainty as she clenched her jaw and stared at me for what seemed like an eternity. The speaker expressed her desire to participate, but admitted uncertainty.

I swallowed, my heart racing with anguish. "Please," I sputtered.

"We can't touch. We can't do anything else."

She was almost ready to give it up until I heard about it. Her tone of voice shifted, as if she were about to agree.

"I know," I muttered while fiddling with the fly of my pants. "I just want to look."

A strict and uncompromising "No getting carried away and trying to grab me" was her warning. "I know what men are like. They'll say anything."

"No, I won't! I promise!"

She looked at me intently, trying to gauge my honesty. I had known this for as long as I could remember—that she would give me that look like she was looking for signs of deceit. It was her strong opinion that you should not.

My mom made an abrupt and startling movement, lowering her underwear to her knees, as she whispered the words again.

My mother reached behind her and undid her bra just as I was gasping for air and feeling the surge of excitement in my cock.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," my mom sighed. She went on to say, "If it weren't for Britny..."

I blurted out, "Oh sh*t," while staring at my mother's exposed breasts.

Her undergarments were dangling firmly between her knees as she stared at me, her breasts wobbling slightly after they had been unveiled. She urged, "Come on," as she thrust her chin. "Get it out. Get it over with."

"You're lovely," I moaned.

She blinked twice as her expression softened; clearly, my mother was impacted by what I said.

"Corry, come on," she whispered gently. "I've done it. This is what you wanted. Hurry up. We can't stay like this forever."

I uttered the words "I'd love it if we could" without realizing them before I said them.

My mom blurted out, "Stop mucking about," her voice dripping with uncertainty. "I feel silly. Embarrassed. This is wrong, and we shouldn't be like this together."

I freaked out at the way she said it and the expression on her face. For a while, I believed she was going to back out. An icy chill ran down my back as I imagined her underwear concealing the verdant triangle of her dense, black pubic bush. "No, please," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Don't be embarrassed."

Her words, "I'm your mother," failed miserably in assuaging my anxieties. "I shouldn't be so vulnerable in front of you," she pointed out. Dissimilar to this. It's filthy and sexually explicit. The only reason I let you see me was so you wouldn't go near Britny.

"I... I know," I stammered out, my voice barely audible.

"So get on with it," my mom said with an icy tone. She put her hands on her hips and closed her eyes, giving me the impression that she was sacrificing herself for my sake.

I yanked my jeans down to my knees, undid the zipper, and snapped the button. My underwear slipped down at the same time.

In response to my moan, she opened her eyes. As I cranked my dick, my gaze shifted from her bush to her ample, round breasts and their obvious nipples, absorbing every curve and curve of her feminine figure.

"Bloody hell," my mom muttered.

Hey there, mom!Looking at her expression, I let out a grunt.

Mother said, "You're very excited," while staring at my privates.

I informed her, "'Cos you're lovely," as I wrung my hands frantically, yanking on my member as the urges built up and the surge was about to peak.

"Do you mean that, Corry?" I said, seeing the same easing in her countenance as before I had said the same thing.My mom paused to collect herself. "Do you truly believe I'm beautiful?" she asked."

"Mum," I mumbled because I was at a loss for words; I was overwhelmed by my emotions and had trouble thinking clearly. As I wanked my size, my mother's luscious voluptuousness consumed me. She looked stunning, with her ash-blonde hair pulled back and her figure exposed to my ravenous gaze.

"Oh my goodness, are you coming?""

I groaned, snorted, and moaned as my mother stared at me, her face sagging with whatever it was that I was doing as I pressed my palm on my cock. She looked back at my face with a look of curiousity on her face.

"You are going to cum, holy cow!"I heard my mom shout, "Already!" before she squeaked it out.

The sight of my mother's lush pubic fur and her large swinging tits made me feel so excited that I couldn't control the sweet outrush of joy and thick, gooey ejaculate. By this point, my cock was in spasms, so I groaned and let it all go.

As my mother squealed my name, I felt three or four more spurts of sperm flick out from my member. The heated fluid continued to pour out in a random shower, with globules sparkling on the coir doormat and more spitting out onto the wooden floorboards of the corridor.

"You're causing quite a scene!"my mother yelled. Stop cumming on the floor, you nasty little pig!"

Even though I was unconcerned, I yet heard it. I felt an overwhelming surge of joy. I let go of all my worries and irritations as the jizm exploded out my cock and became engrossed in the intense pleasure.

I was about to stumble into the front door in a tangle of trousers, flailing limbs, and a swinging erection when the next reasonable idea occurred to me: my mother, with her enormous boobs jiggling, shoved me aside.

"Disgusting, repulsive, swine," my mom was shrieking. In order to dab at the spunk, she removed her underpants and got down on her knees. She said, "I should have known," her focus clearly on the job at hand. "It better not be ruined. It's better not to stain the wood."

I sputtered out, "I'm sorry," as a snotty thread of silvery cum dangled from my member.

My mother yelled out, "Go. Get away from me.". From her perch on the hardwood floor, she shot me an icy stare.

"But, mom," I began.

"I told you to go," my mom responded with her jaw tightly clamped. "We did it. I let you. It's over."

I attempted to object, but she scolded me. With her underpants clenched in her fist, my mother stood up, exuding an awe-inspiring combination of wrath and nakedness, and she gestured down the hallway towards the rear of the house.

My mom yelled out, "No! Don't even think about trying to communicate with me!" "I'm appalled. I'm ashamed. I shouldn't have done it. It was wrong and filthy. I'm your mother, Corry. Don't ever try to talk to me about what just happened. From my perspective, it didn't happen. I'm going to forget about it. Those last few minutes are erased."

My mom was sitting on my shoulder while she poured her heart out to me. In order to prevent myself from tripping and falling, I seized my jeans and lifted them up.

Next thing I knew, I was half way up the flight of stairs, my stomach churning with fear and confusion over what had just transpired.

"Please, mom," I uttered after a brief pause.

"No, go away. Leave me alone."

I simply said, "I'm sorry," to her.

"So am I," she reMikeed, reaching for her cardigan.

"Please," I pleaded, my voice on the verge of tears.

"Leave me alone. Go away, Corry."

"But I simply cannot let it remain in its current state," I pleaded.

With the cardigan hanging loosely and undone, revealing her gaping breasts, she said, "You'll have to. I don't want to talk about it." In order to cover her vulva, my mom tucked her skirt close to her body. "I don't even want to see you, Corry." She said, wanting to be left alone. Let me consider this. I must endeavor to comprehend it.

I was taken aback by her wrath as she yelled as she descended a few stairs.

Saying, "I'm sorry," I moved on.

Then I walked to my bedroom, my mind racing with thoughts about the future of my relationship with my mother, and I left her to deal with it. I was terrified and anxious.

My mother's friend, Britny, was the catalyst. It had started when Britny, a slim and attractive lady of 54, made it plain she was open to sex with me. We flirted and even shared a couple of secret kisses, during which Britny squeezed my dick through my clothes and pressed her lithe, athletic body against me. I would have fucked her, too. I was 19 years old and hot for my mother's friend, eager to get at her pussy. Britny was trim, whereas my mother is generously proportioned. She had tiny boobs and fantastic legs. Her bottom was shaped like a peach, an inverted heart, which she pointed at me, inviting me to touch as she smirked and crinkled her nose at me. The truth is, my mother caught us in a clinch. We were snogging in the kitchen, my hands all over Britny's backside, her supreme derriere encased in denim jeans molded tight to those globes. My mother spat venom, ire in her face and tone as she all but threw Britny out of the house before she scolded me for my impetuous stupidly.

My mom vented her anger, calling the woman a slut who would hurt her son's feelings. It would be wise for you to avoid her, Corry. I will tell you right now.

Despite my mother's cautions and threats, I was going to fuck Britny because the attraction of an adult pussy was too much to resist.

My mother yelled out, "No, you're not going," as soon as she saw me sneak out the door.

My fib was that I was going to Britny's house when in fact I was not.

My mom stood between me and the door and replied, "Yes, you are."

I became enraged and screamed at her for interfering with my plans. Britny was a divorcee. My mom had what kind of business? I was nineteen years old and fully grown up.

Corry, listen up: "You don't know her like I do," my mom warned. Put her out of your mind.

After we continued to bicker, my mom finally asked, "What can I do to ensure that you refrain from associating with Britny?""

As I beheld my mother's ample bust, encased in her crimson, button-front cardigan, long-repressed emotions resurfaced. "Show me your tits, and I'll wank off instead," I said.

It was a ridiculous and awful thing to say, and to be honest, I hadn't intended to. The promise of Britny's pussy aroused my sexual desire, prompting me to utter the words. I was just as shocked as my mother, horrified by what I'd blurted out as we stared at each other. Her shock was immediate.

Time seemed to stretch out as my mother closed her mouth and stared at my face in the most bizarre and bizarre experience of my life. Her countenance turned instantly predatory, and she held my gaze.

My mom finally murmured, "If that's what it takes."

Because I couldn't believe her, I stared in disbelief and asked, "What?"I let out a gasp.

I could see the resolve in my mom's eyes as she nodded rapidly and decisively twice. "I said, if that's what it takes."

"You don't mean it," I said, my voice barely audible, as waves of surreal feelings washed over me. I felt a mix of disbelief and an intense, almost overwhelming surge of sexual need.

"Oh, I do, Corry," my mom answered with an odd smile. "Do you wish to perceive me in that light?" Very well. All right. Sure, we can do it. At this very moment.

I thought my eyes were going to pop out of their sockets when he undid my mom's cardigan and exposed the tit-flesh hanging over her bra.

My mom threatened to expose more than just her tits when she reMikeed, "Tell you what, I'll just get naked." It seems reasonable to me. Would you be happy about that? Does it mean you won't see Britny?"

Determined and full of purpose, she let her skirt fall as she unzipped it.

Will it, then?"My mom pulled herself out of her skirt to ask," I said.

"Mom, what is....?"I let out a gasp.

With her thumbs tucked into her underwear waist, she gave me the evil eye and asked, "What's wrong with you?" Am I not going to do it?"

What? Are you going to do it?I uttered the words while my stomach churned with nausea.

"I will," my mom said. We stared at each other for a few seconds before she finally spoke up, saying, "You can't ever tell." Her expression betrayed her uncertainty as she paused and looked to me.

I responded, "No, I will not."

"Truly, I am. It would be disastrous for us both if you did that.

"I am aware," I informed her.

"I'm not sure you do."

Not long after that, I was staring at my mother in her nakedness and spitting come on the mat and hardwood floor.

My mother came knocking on my bedroom door two hours after I had been harassed.

She timidly muttered, "I'm sorry," with her eyes lowered.

My mother came knocking on my door as I lay on my bed, my mind racing with anxiety. "It's all right," I reassured her, since those seemed like the correct words to speak.

Grasping her toweling robe tightly by the lapels, my mother cautiously edged closer to the bed, her countenance taut as she gazed at my face and asked, "May I come in?""

I sat up and gave a nod.

My mom drew nearer. "Were you serious?"The question was posed by her.

"So what?"

"You said that I am beautiful," she said, her gaze returning to mine.

For a few seconds, my throat was choked with emotion as I beheld my mother's frailty.

"Yeah," I choked out.

Do you honestly believe that I am overweight?"

Her voice was hoarse and filled with doubt as she peered at the space between her feet and my position on the bed.

"Absolutely not," I responded.

Yet again, she raised her eyes to mine and said, "Well, I am a little bit podgy."

I responded, "You're still lovely," my stomach churning with anticipation.

"But you like Britny, and she's so fit."

"It's different," I reMikeed.

"It was good," my mom reMikeed.

I scowled and inquired, "Did you like it?" perplexed by her strategy shift. Enjoyed what?"

"What do you think, silly?" my mom asked with a scowl and an eye roll."

My anticipation grew as I mustered up the courage to dream. "You mean...?""

My mom looked timid as she nodded. "Yes, what transpired?" she asked. Our actions? What I observed.

I answered, "I liked it too," with a hint of embarrassment in my voice.

"We could do it again," my mother said, her expression mysterious and enigmatic. After a moment of silence, she smirked.

I took a deep breath, letting go of all the pent-up emotions. Time seemed to stand still as I felt reality compress around me. The world beyond my bedroom walls seemed to vanish, leaving only my mother and me.

With a nod, I took a deep breath.

"Now," my mom commanded.

I sighed as my mom allowed the robe to parachute down her back and land on the floor.

While my mother lay on her back with her shoulders supported by my pillows, I stood naked by the bed, admiring her beauty.

"That's it; wank it, Corry," my mom groaningly said. "Show me."

"I want to touch you," I whispered to her, my mouth watering with hunger for her flesh.

"My goodness, we really shouldn't," my mom exclaimed in shock.

Just say no. Things we shouldn't be doing are already happening.

As I yanked on my dickens, I watched my mother caress her vulva with my eyes darting all over her.

"You're doing that; I'm doing this," I continued, shoving my member at her.

Mother: "I'm afraid it won't stop if I let you touch me. You'll ask me to put it inside." Son: "I know you will."

"I want to," I whispered, my voice nearly choked by the overwhelming urge to sob.

By the way, Corry, my mom grooaned. With her fingers caressing her sex, she closed her eyes and jiggled her bosom. "I know. I want to, too."

"So what? Let's just do it," I moaned.

"Do you know what you're saying? Do you have any idea what that means?"

Words failed me as an answer. I curled in close and sucked on the nipple between my lips while continuing to work on my dick. My mom tightened her muscles for a second before she moaned and delicately pulled my face away from her breasts after I gasped.

My mom finally said, "Suck my tits," after a little delay. The devilment and fire were staring back at her. After that, she gave me the other breast while smiling at me. "Go on; suck my tits. I want you to do it."

As I scrambled into the bed, my mom let out a series of squeaks and giggles.

With a sigh, she said, "Oh, mm, yes, my darling boy," as I snorted and sniffed my way around a mouthful of breast flesh. "We're going to do it. I want you to fuck me."

So that I could focus on her face, I stepped away from my mom's breasts. Her face beamed with affection as she grinned at me. "I know we shouldn't, but I so want to feel you inside me. Just this once. Just one night. I know it'll change things between us forever, and if I'm honest, I don't really have a clue. The thing is, I love you, and I want it to happen. I don't care about tomorrow. I don't care how I might feel. It might be—well, it probably is a huge mistake," my mom said with a shrug and a sigh. "But right now, here with you, I just want to be loved."

Incredulous by the magnitude of the situation, I gazed at my mom. My need turned to kind emotion as I moved in and gently kissed her, releasing my cock in the process. We both hesitated for a second before my mom parted her lips and I felt her tongue enter into my mouth.

After that, it stopped making sense. Both of us let out gasps and snorts as we frantically searched for any tender flesh we could locate. My tongue writhed and swirled with hers as I knelt on my knees.

In a gulp, my mom told me, "Your dad was a big boy." I was shocked and stunned. "It appears that you may have inherited the trait," she said, her laughter bordering on inappropriate.

My desire intensified, and I moaned an obscenit statement like, "I'm going to smash you with it."

I couldn't believe you could say that to me, Corry. Please, don't be so disrespectful, my mother squealed.

I disregarded the correction and let loose with it. I muttered, "I want to fuck you," while ragging on my mom's breasts. "I just want to suck it in." Well, I'd love to plunk you. These enormous tits... Looking at your hairy cunt, I couldn't believe what I saw.

I would never have used that term if the rush hadn't been such an overwhelming force within me. At that point, I had lost all control and was consumed by intense need and hunger.

Oh my. My god. My mom said, "I don't believe what I'm doing." "I don't believe I'm listening to you say those things."

"I love you," I cried out as I held my mother's lifeless body in my hands.

She said, "Then show me," as she cranked my cock. "Don't just stick it in and start fucking. Don't just bang at me, darling. Take it slow at first. Love me. Let's take our time. Let's make it special."

I felt less desperate after hearing her say that. Wondering what would happen between my mom and myself, I ceased squeezing and groping.

My partner's face was the object of my horrified stare. "Can I do it? I mean, are we going to...?"

Gazing up at me, she clasped her lower lip between her teeth. After that, my mom gave me the silent OK and said, "If that's what you want, " as long as it's love and not just... more than simply fucking," she went on to say.

My feelings intensified once more. "It's love," I whispered.

"Then come here and let's make love."

We stared at each other as she turned, and I knelt down between her thighs.

"Okay, go ahead and take your time. Get off your high horse and walk a mile.

While she held my root, I lay across her, supported by one straight arm, and rubbed my mother's breasts.

"Um, yeah. Affirmative, I responded.

"Look at my face," my mom adamantly required. "I want to watch you."

As I stared at my lovely mother, I felt sick to my stomach since she was holding the bulb close to her.

“Oh my, Corry,” my mom whispered. My kid, you are. Why are we even here?"

"Loving," I whispered, fully aware that it was the perfect word.

As my mom worked her throat, she briefly closed her eyes and nodded.

As my mom said, "This is it," I knew she meant it. If I abandon you, there's no turning back the clock. Upon entering my body,

"I know," I said, subtly hinting at her sensitive side.

"No sweat," my mom warned. Take your time. Embrace me. Give it time to sink in, and I will yearn for you. As I shifted and experienced the molten hug, she let out a gasp.

Looking down, I could make out my mother's vulva and thick pubic bush encircling it as I was half my own length inside her body. Her labia were accommodating my length.

I dragged it all in, and she moaned.

"Remain still. I could feel you, my mom moaned.

"It's really inside you," I whispered as I gasped, fixing my gaze on her face.

My mom quickly nodded and reMikeed, "Oh, I know, that's quite some girth." "Jesus, my darling," she continued, casting a glance at our union. "Remain still. No, not just yet. Will you just remain there for a little while?"

Surrounded by my own mother, I breathed out, "I... I love you," overwhelmed by the immense experience.

This is our love for one another, my mom said. Then she started to move, her rump slipping over my cock as she slowly shifted. Oh my. "Fuck," my mom said in, grunting as she retreated inside at my length. "Kiss me," she said, her gaze fixed on mine. Much as your affection for me. Let loose the kisses like a girlfriend would.

"You are my girlfriend," I groaned with a flood of passionate feeling.

As our emotions flowed between us, we found ourselves kissing.

We shared passionate kisses and a beautiful, extended embrace. Sometimes I would stand tall, arms straight, staring down the path my mother's body was leading me. With deliberate slowness, I glided in and out. My mother's pubic bush was matted and damp from our shared need and arousal, and she was wet as well, her need slippery on my shaft. At other times, I would end up kissing my mom as passionately as if she were my lover instead of my son, while lying on my elbows. As my mother's pussy grabbed my dick and feelings flowed inside me, we gazed lovingly at one other and muttered endearments.

The temperature then began to rise. As the movements became more vigorous, my mom swayed from side to side, her fingers resting on my shoulders, and her legs crossed at the knees.

She nodded and said, "Uh-huh, yes," as if to push me. More quickly. I'm done. Pick a size that suits you. Can you please fuck me?

When she began to plot my downfall, I grooaned, saying, "God, mom."

Jeez, screw me. In a low voice, my mom said, "Use me." "It's done. Continue, my beloved. Go for it with all your might. Please, do it for me. As you would with Britny, fuck me. Give me an example of how you would hit her.

That angered me. For an instant, I was enthralled by my mother's expression and words, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.

My lust intensified, and I felt an overwhelming urge to pound my mother's cunt.

I blurted out, "Your big tits," as I wept over my mother's swaying breasts.

"Big tits and a wobbly bottom," my mom said, plunging up to meet me on the downstroke. "Fuck me and make my boobs roll." Then I'll settle for a German shepherd. Get behind me, please. Please slap my arse as you hold my hips.

She said those things, and I felt like I was smashing her pubic bone into the floor as I slammed into her. As I pounded away at my mother with strong, forceful strokes, she gasped and moaned, her pelvis moving. As we both let out snorts, she shrieked and I moaned. An intense look of emotion in my mother's eyes informed me she adored what I was doing as she stared at me with a wild expression that bordered on hatred.

As our bodies clashed, I moaned, "You're so fucking gorgeous." "You are loved by me. My heart aches for you. I don't want this to end, mum.

My mother fought off my advances as I vented my feelings. "Fuck me," she growled with an icy expression. "Please, just stop. Keep fucking away. She shouted out, "Oh, my darling!" while pointing to her privates with one hand. "Please, just maintain that precise way of doing things. Keep going. Stay on the go. Do not stop. I intend to cum. Oh, my darling big boy Corry. Keep going. It will be cum for me. Keep going, please. It will be cum for me. Oh no, mommy is about to cum!

While my mom diddled her clitter, I had to exert myself for at least another minute before she grumbled.

While the cramps started, my mom mumbled something like, "Fuck, oh fuck," without looking at anything.

As soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew she was there. My own release was set off by that deed.

"Mum," I gurgled as I dove far down. "Mum, I love you."

I proceeded to give my mother all that I had.

I touched Britny passionately up to my balls a week later after several in-depth chats and a few unexpected happenings. As I began to fuck, she lay on her back on my mother's bed, her curvy legs spread out before her, her lips curled around my mother's nipple, and she sniffed at my tit-flesh.

As I beheld her countenance, my mom beamed, and she said, "My two favorite people." She whispered, "My loves," as she leaned in for a kiss on my lips.

She Loves It

They were having a passionate encounter in the shepherd's cabin. With Mike following close behind, she spooned while lying on her side. She eagerly took hold of his member, ready to engage in passionate, passionate movement. Her huge breasts protruded from under her bra as her top hung loosely and unfastened. When she turned around to face Mike again, her skirt had already reached her waist, her legs were spread wide, and he could feel her tits in his palms.

While she was talking to Mike, her lips were moving. The voice was muted by the window, so I couldn't understand a word she said, but she appeared to be having a good time and clearly had a genuine want to be there. As I observed, she grinned at Mike before turning to Donny, who stood nearby with his cock in his fist; it was clear that no one had coerced her into being there.

With lust evident on his face, Donny caressed his length as he fixed his gaze on my mother.

As Mike relentlessly pleasured my mother, her hairless vulva and loose labia clinging to his shaft with each outward stroke, she uttered a word or two, Donny, urging him to draw nearer with a swift twist of one arm and another word or two.

Seeing my own mother sucking on Donny's cock while taking a fucking surprised, horrified, and strangely thrilled me.

For some days, I had sensed that something was amiss. Both Donny and Mike began to be evasive. I had never felt tension between us before, and there was something sinister about their expressions. Something about their actions made me feel like they were trying to hide something from me. In an effort to assuage my suspicions, I resorted to amateur surveillance, which was an awkward attempt at following that I managed to evade. The more I followed the path that eventually brought me to my house, the more mystified Donny's former VW Golf seemed.

It wasn't immediately apparent. They probably parked around the corner and walked home since my mom instructed them to. I was fortunate enough to find a parking spot a few doors down from the house, tucked into a gap. From there, I observed their rapid, animated, and gestural double-back. I watched as Donny and Mike disregarded the front door in favor of the driveway, which they then used to navigate around the house's flanks en route to the backyard.

My parents had rented out a shepherd's hut at the end of the garden as an AirBnB, so I cautiously followed their trail after a minute of perplexion. It was a stretch, considering none of us were criminal masterminds, but at first I thought they may be keeping something illegal in the hut. Next, I started to wonder if they were really up to no good if they hadn't included me. Looking around, I waited a moment. When I came to the realization that no one else had any business being there, skulking around, strange feelings washed over me. The invaders were Donny and Mike. Not I. There was still an air of secrecy around me, though. I realized I had to be cunning in my approach because something was happening.

Peeping through the window from the short balcony, the shock of it washed over me like a wave of cold water. As my mother snogged their faces and my friends pawed at her tits and buttocks, my brain fought against the reality of what I was seeing—my two best friends encircling her, their hands caressing her body as she alternated between kissing them, tongues swirling, and desire evident.

I struggled to comprehend what was happening and let out a gasp of shock and bewilderment.

As the shock swept over me, I collapsed onto the patio, my mind etched with the horrific afterimage. I moaned incoherently. While I ducked my head for a minute or two, I could picture my mom and my friends standing with her white shirt undone, boobs showing, and skirt tucked into her hips. As my mother cocked her head to slobber kiss Donny, she wore black high heels, a black suspender belt, and old-fashioned stockings, with Mike's fingers intertwined with hers.

With my pulse racing and my hands shaking, I mustered up the courage to sneak a peak over the parapet once more; this time, the focus was squarely on the kissing, and my mother was ski-poling the dicks of both my pals.

I let out a low sigh as a combination of shock, rage, and an intense rush of sexual need washed over me.

With strong internal denial, I plunged away once more, my breath coming in short spurts.

I find it hard to believe.

This is just not going to happen.

During the few seconds I crouched beneath the window, my mind turned over and over. I thought about my mother: kind, sweet, and generous. Always quick to laugh. Bright and enjoyable fun. I recognized she was pretty. Despite her being my mother, I knew, in a vague, distant, non-sexual way, that she had a certain aesthetic appeal as well as an engaging personality. She wasn't a skinny young thing. My mother was ripe and voluptuous. She was not exactly fat, but she did have a couple of layers of good-living padding on her body. Nevertheless, her figure had a feminine shape that was attractive. She had the legs, too. I'd seen a couple of tradesmen taking a look on more than one occasion. I'd heard the flirty banter back-and-forth. I was aware my mother was attractive to men, and while Donny an

I looked over and saw my mother in her sexywear as they kissed and groped in the shepherd's hut.

I couldn't help but wonder how meticulously they had planned it all. It certainly wasn't a spur-of-the-moment affair; after all, she did wear a white blouse and black skirt to work—basic corporate attire. But high heels and stockings? I found it unusual for her.

Then I remembered my dad and the rage building up inside me as a result of my mother's betrayal.

On top of that, she was juggling not one but two of them simultaneously.

"Jesus, fuck," I moaned, my mother's slutishness hitting me like a ton of bricks.

As I glanced over the sill again, I saw my mother taking Mike's cock. We were on the green sofa, almost square to the window, and it was all plain to see. My mother was leaning on one hip and an elbow, and Mike was working her back onto his dick with one hand, and his other hand was beneath her angled torso, with tit-flesh spilling over his fingers. Mike was grinning from ear to ear, and my mother looked up to Donny with an expression that betrayed her delight.

My mother's lips were pushed out by Donny's ample size as her hand worked its way down to the base of his cock.

Over the next twenty minutes, I alternated between looking into the hut and crouched on the patio's wooden boards. My thoughts were all over the place, confused and full of impressions and sensations. I was sick and furious at the horrible thing my mom was doing with my friends. I considered storming in, screaming and angry, and venting my frustration as they blabbered about apologies and shock. I could spit and snarl and maybe even throw a punch or two.

Everything came to mind, including the fact that my mom was riding Donny in the cowgirl position with the condom snug around his cock and her mouth full of Mike. I imagined my dad, blissfully unaware of his wife's sucking and fucking of two boys the same age as her son.

My mother was being given good news by Mike as he fucked her hard, with her eyes closed and her head hanging loose. I groaned in despair at the strange surge of sexual desire, but it was exciting to see her with my friends. Her big tits swung, and the spare flesh at her hips rippled as Mike curled low over her back, his teeth brushing against the nape of my mother's neck. Then I looked again and saw my mother's mouth hanging open, her eyes closed, and her head lolling loose as Mike gave her a doggy-style fuck.

Then, as they were kissing, Donny got to his feet and wanked at his dick, his fist clenching fast, while the bulb was squeezed into the condom. My mother's face betrayed her need as she bared her teeth and snarled something back at Mike over one shoulder.

As I observed, Mike rose to his feet, slapped my mother's bottom three times, and then cocked his head to look up at the ceiling.

"Shit," I said as the realization hit me that Mike was completely engrossed in the condom.

His anxious countenance betrayed his impending arrival, while my mother's expression shifted from excitement to astonishment as she leaned in to observe.

I gazed fixedly at the trembling teat and the condom laden with gooey ejaculate as Mike tightened his body, muscles relaxing, and his head drooping forward, the cock falling free.

My mother sat down while Mike flopped onto the couch. Then, with a smile on her face and her arms open wide, she leaned over and invited Donny to use her pussy.

Not long after that, Donny was already on top of my mom, flexing his buttocks as he fucked into her entrance; my mom folded her legs at the knees as she rolled her boobs.

Incredulous by seeing Mike's cum inside the condom and Donny's ferocity toward my mother, I ducked my head and sucked air.

I moaned and pawed my dick and said, "Oh my God."

I wanted to come, to jack my length and feel the joy as the frustration spewed from the eye in the bulb, and my cock was at its pinnacle, lustful and yawning, and there was a hollow hole in the pit of my stomach. I felt the want to masturbate.

My thoughts raced to my mother's exposed flesh and the way it moved as I clenched my cock, shocked once again that the sight of it could stimulate me to such an extreme. Neither could I believe how hard my dick was, nor could I accept the overwhelming want to touch myself.

As I peered through the window, I noticed that Donny had completed his task. He stood beside Mike, and they were both staring at my mother as she sat on the sofa, fingers exploring her vulva. My mother seemed to be in a state of intense pleasure, as she desperately attacked herself, occasionally rubbing her clitoral area and punctuating the action with two fingers that reached all the way to her knuckles. Meanwhile, my mother licked and rubbed her own tits, her expression revealing a grimace of anguished ecstasy.

As I watched her converse with my friends, I saw that my mom's lips moved largely in a scowl and that her nose wrinkled when she smiled at them. Then I witnessed her convulse, her squeal of excitement echoing to me as her eyes closed, her body trembling with joy as she reached her peak.

My mom writhed and stroked, her bosom swaying, for a good many seconds as she ascended to the pinnacle.

I watched as my mom leaned back, her legs flailing and her breath coming in heavy gasps as she peered at Mike and Donny.

Donny and Mike finished getting dressed after a little discussion.

My heart was still thumping, my cock squished into my jeans and boxers, and my head was filled with near-panic as I dove out of sight and scuttled around the side of the hut, being careful not to make a sound on the wooden slats on the patio as I went.

Footsteps echoed on the terrace, then faded as Donny and Mike made their way to the house; I could make out voices and fragments of animated conversation.

My heart was still racing, but it was noticeably calmer than it had been moments earlier as I waited, my limbs quivering from the adrenaline rush.

Years went by.

Just a moment.

Two.

There was no sign of my mom, and when I cautiously peered around the hut's corner, I could make out the sound of no one moving within.

She emerged at the exact moment that I mustered up the courage to approach the patio.

The sight of me caused my mother to freeze, experiencing a sudden surge of terror accompanied by astonishment.

Bobby, you scared the living daylights out of me, she exclaimed, her shocked voice hardly suppressing its words.

Her modesty-revealing skirt, suspender belt, bra, and buttoned shirt were all on full display as my mother moved to accommodate her, her honey-blonde hair somewhat disordered framing her face, and her eyes fixed on mine.

By saying, "Just checking the hut," my mother lied to me.

She looked back at the murder scene with a guilty smile on her face; in one hand she had a tiny leather purse, and in the other she had her cell phone and the key to the hut.

My mother was fluent in English and attended prestigious institutions thanks to the financial support of my maternal grandparents. My dad, on the other hand, is more grounded, just like my sister and I.

As soon as her gaze returned to me, my mom inquired, "What brings you to this place, Bobby?""

I blurted out, "I just saw Donny and Mike," completely unaware that it was part of my prepared statement.

My mom's eyes widened in shock.

Oh, really?"

She was trying very hard to seem innocent, calm, and unconcerned.

Anger and a deep desire to see my mother writhe compelled me to nod, and I felt a surge of intensity.

When I inquired about their purpose in this place, my mom just shrugged."

At my gaze, she said the words "Oh, Bobby," before releasing a heavy sigh.

"What?," I shrugged. Tell me why you're saying it that way."

“You won't want to ruin the surprise," my mom warned.

She was so beautiful that I had to stare.

To my surprise?"

My mom gave me the "mmm" signal. She spoke about your birthday.

"That's for next month," I stated.

"Yes, and by bringing it up now you'll ruin the surprise," my mom pouted and replied, "So be it."

I responded, "No," as my mom proceeded to relocate the patio.

She raised an eyebrow in surprise at my abrupt tone as she stared at me.

In my opinion, she was being dishonest.

With narrowed pupils, my mother warned me, "You be careful, Bobby."

To my surprise, I scoffed and exclaimed, "Me?" I need to exercise caution.

Anxiety flashed across my mother's face as she glanced back at the hut. Her throat clenched.

Her expression stiffened as she fixed her gaze on me, and a menacing light flashed behind her eyes.

"Just what have you been up to, Bobby?" she asked with an expression that matched her expression."

"Not much," I responded, my tone betraying my enthusiasm. "Just hanging around."

"Hanging around, where?" my mom said with a hint of suspicion."

Still furious enough to utter the words "Here, mom." I simply shrugged.

In her intense gaze, my mom's throat twitched once again. "Oh my God, Bobby, where...?"

Eyes wide, jaw open, she paused.

When she gasped, I smiled and asked, "What did you do?"

"What on earth did you do, mom?" I asked with a characteristic snort.

"Bobby, please, what do you think you know?"

The sight of her terrified face made me feel guilty and sympathetic, in addition to my shock and rage. At the spot where the top two buttons of her shirt were hanging loose, she began to flush, and her cheeks began to turn a shade of redder.

"It's more than you think," I reMikeed, cocking my head toward the window.

By keeping an eye on me, my mom swiveled her head.

Her face turned a fire engine red as she screamed, clearly horrified. "Bobby," she said. "You saw?"

As I gave the signal, a rush of feelings washed over me; I could almost feel my cock squished against my clothes as mental images of my mother with Mike and Donny flashed before my eyes. In my mind, I undressed my mother to her stockings and heels, and a strange mixture of shame and pleasure washed over me as I stared at her. As I thought of my mother's smooth, hairless vulva and how her cunt had grown to accommodate Mike and Donny's sizes, the dark cravings tightened like a visceral pressure.

"Oh my goodness," my mom said as I recalled the trembling and swaying of her flesh during our intimate encounter.

"Uh-huh, I saw," I murmured, hardly audible.

"Bobby, please..."

With a look of dread and worry on her face, my mom gasped.

"Oh my, what are you thinking?" she moaned.

A wave of mixed feelings washed over me, and I forced myself to swallow.

Mom was exclaiming, "Look!" before she spoke. She felt herself returning to the cabin as she turned to the door and said, "I really think we should talk about this." To paraphrase my mom, "Bobby, we have to."

My words, "What? In there?" caused her to halt.

"Why not?" my mom asked me while she shrugged her shoulders.

"Uh, you, on the sofa." I eventually spoke after staring wide-eyed for a while.

My mom sighed and mumbled an expletive as she shut her eyes.

"Jesus, why did I do it on my own doorstep?" she whispered under her breath.

Smiling, she asked, "Do you hate me, Bobby?" as she blinked and stared at me, her affection for my mom tinged with everything else.

Confusion over my emotions led me to shake my head. "No, of course not, mum."

Her chuckle was fragile and unsteady, and it came out of nowhere. "It must have been a hell of a shock."

I inhaled deeply and felt my cheeks swell as I let out a long sigh. "Um, yeah, a little," I responded.

My mom continued with a wink, "Your friends... Sorry, Bobby; I know I shouldn't have done it. Jesus, darling, when I think about it now... What you must have seen."

As I shut my eyes, a whirlwind of memories flooded my brain: the passionate kiss, their hands caressing her, and my mother's wanking of two cocks.

"What...? I mean, how much...? Sit, Bobby," my mom exclaimed, her frustration plainly visible in her wry voice. "How long were you there?"

As I stood at the base of the three-step wooden staircase leading up to the patio level, she turned her back to the door and stared down at me.

"I saw them when they got here," I informed them.

In response, my mom scowled and said, "Oh sh*t."

"I didn't look straight away," I responded, my voice filled with a sudden desire to save my mother any disgrace.

"Mm, but you saw... You must have seen..."

Under my breath, I muttered, "Yes, mom, I saw."

"God, I'm so ashamed, Bobby. Baby, I'm so, so sorry. I shouldn't have allowed it to happen. I should have had more self-control."

Something sinister was bubbling away in the recesses of my mind, and I couldn't shake the questions that were plaguing me.

In response to my question, "You had it all planned?" she pulled a different look.

"Yes. I had it planned. It was something I wanted to do." My mom then shrugged and sighed, a surrender motion.

"Fucking hell, mom," I exclaimed in astonishment and horror.

"Listen, Bobby," my mom said with a rebellious look in her eyes. "Don't you judge me, okay? You don't know me that way. I'm your mother, and I get that you've had an awful time. You're probably horrified. But there's more to me than being your mom. I'm just a person, Bobby. I have needs and wants. I'm just like everybody else."

“Oh, so Donny’s mom gets spit-roasted by his mates? Mike’s mom takes on a couple of guys while his dad’s at work.

The allegations came gushing out of my mouth like a volcano, and I spit them out while my mother stared at me with a crimson flush on her face.

"You disgusting, little shit," she hissed.

In response, I unleashed a tirade of profanity and sexual innuendo.

After crossing the patio three times, her heels pecking at each step, my mother finally reached the steps, halted in disdain, and twisted her lips in a display of true rage.

"Wow, you really think you have me under control," my mother scowled at me. "Bobby, you have no idea what the real world is like yet," she reMikeed, gesturing with her index finger at me.

She was pointing the mobile phone at my face while she swung the key, her finger acting like a pistol.

"You know fuck-all," my mom interjected. "Have you even dated seriously yet?""

My mother's expression mirrored the resentment I felt inside as I returned her intense gaze.

"That is none of your concern," I retorted angrily.

After that, there was complete quiet as we both gasped for breath.

My mom made a parley gesture with her outstretched hand.

Listen, Bobby, please. This isn't helping," my mom murmured, her voice trailing off. The cottage is ours; let's go inside. We should talk. Find out if I can make an effort to explain myself.

Seeing my mother's apologetic grin caused all my wrath to escape like a leaking balloon.

"Uh, yeah, alright," I responded.

Mom said, "Yes. God. Well," before heading out the door. "Come on," she beckoned as she entered.

My anxiety of entering the cabin caused me to pause and think. The frightening sight was still vividly associated with the sofa.

"Bobby, quit bringing it up," my mom called out.

I murmured, "Fuck it," as I lowered myself onto the first step.

Her phone rang as I entered the hut.

Before returning her attention to pressing the screen and holding the device to her ear, my mother stole a quick glimpse at me.

She said, "Hello, baby," and I overheard her.

As she listened to my father, she glanced over her shoulder at me, her expression unreadable.

Adding, "Mm-hmm," was my mom. "All is well here, darling."

My mother turned her back on me and waited for a moment before continuing. As if nothing had transpired, she continued to speak to her husband from less than a foot away, the spot where she had let Mike and Donny into her body, giving them access to her mouth and pussy.

Bobby is the one I'm speaking with, my mom explained.

She chuckled after another moment.

After saying the clichéd "I love you" to terminate the call, my mom added, "I'll talk to you later."

"Dad," I said.

My mom placed the keys and phone on the little table next to the couch and gave a little nod.

As she stared at me, she said the word right.

With her arms folded beneath her breasts, she turned to face me as she set the little leather bag beside her phone.

When my mom asked, "So, how do you feel?" she took me offguard.

A shrug was all I could muster. “I am not sure," I replied. "Shocked, I suppose."

After that, I took another break to think about how I was feeling.

"Like, it's not really you. You know?" I continued.

It was as if my mother was trying to understand what I had said since she pouted and frowned simultaneously.

"Mm, I suppose that makes a bit of sense," she responded. "Doing what I was doing... I suppose it's a difficult jump, mentally speaking, that is."

"It's a difficult jump, all right," I informed him.

With a look of disapproval, my mom rolled her eyes. She proceeded to say, "I'm sorry you saw it, Bobby."

Saying, "They're my friends," I responded. "Or at least they were."

The realization that Donny and Mike had fucked my mother began to seep into my thoughts. It dawned on me that they couldn't possibly keep it a secret. They intended to reveal it. There would be no doubt.

"How are you going to handle them? They're going to blab," I exclaimed, my voice trembling with distress. They're absolutely going to spill the beans.

My anxiety levels were rising.

My mom crossed her arms and leaned in for a closer look, then whispered, "Woah, Bobby, relax." She continued, "They won't; I promised them."

Her promise astounded me. You got them to swear?"

My mother's apparent lack of intelligence caused me to fixate on her for an extended period.

She shook her head in disapproval as I said, "There's absolutely no way they'll honor that commitment, mom."

As she put her hand on my shoulder, my mom stared at me with an expression I couldn't decipher.

"Well, I think they might keep it quiet," my mother murmured, her voice barely audible as she lingered in my eyes. "No, Bobby," she interrupted me just as I was about to answer. "I think you can trust me on that one."

I mumbled, "But how?" in my confusion."

My mom told me, "I've had a word with them." Set that aside before we began.

For some reason, I couldn't help but wonder, "How do you know?" How on earth are you certain?"

My mom took her hand off my shoulder and said, "I'll tell you later. I'm more concerned about you at this moment in time." You and I need to resolve this. Later on, we can discuss other topics.

"Other things?" I inquired, causing my mother to sigh with frustration."What other things?"

"Things at a time," she reMikeed. "First, I think you should calm down and take a few breaths."

As my anxiety levels skyrocketed, I paced restlessly around the cramped room. "Shit," I said, my stomach knotted with fear. "What a mess."

I made my way to the couch, reliving the image of my mom's hands caressing her clitoral area with two fingers before she inserted the third.

"You shagged them both," I moaned, casting my gaze towards my mother. Adding, "There," I pointed. "My friends. Behind dad's back."

Looking down at my mother, I felt a wave of shock wash over me; the magnitude of the situation was overwhelming.

"Umm, it seems like you're jumping to conclusions," my mom reMikeed.

I stammered out, "Oh, am I?" in disbelief.

My mom whispered, "Yes," before folding her arms once again. With an aggressive look on her face, she asked, "Who says I'm doing it behind your father's back?" which sent jolts down my spine.

It silenced me. I stared in disbelief as she made her small announcement.

"Oh, I'll admit that going with Donny and Mike wasn't the best decision," my mom went on to say, her arms lowering to her sides. According to her, "I really do blame myself," she added, half-shrugging. "I sometimes make unwise choices. It's not the first time I've"

My mother stopped talking because I'd said, "Weren't you the wisest of choices? What the fuck are you saying? Have you heard yourself, mom? This isn't about some dumb, bullshit decision... This is you... I'm with my friends... We engage in sexual activities simultaneously. They're both together! Now you're saying Dad knew? Really? What are the two of you involved in? Are you swingers or something? Do you go out dogging on weekends?"

I choked out a word as my mother pulled a face, revealing her displeasure once more.

That other part is true, though, Bobby. I was shocked when she shrugged and responded, "Well, dogging, no..."

Again, I was struck into silence and further perplexed.

"We've always been that way inclined," my mother said, her voice sounding distant. "It doesn't mean we don't love each other, Bobby." It was plain old sex, as you could see. Donny and Mike aren't the ones for me. No feelings are at play here.

As my mom continued talking, I sat on the couch and shook my head in shock.

"Listen, this might be uncomfortable and painful for you to hear. However, we have always endeavored to shield you and Emily from that aspect of the situation. We did our best to shield you from all that.

I just stared and shook my head inconsolably.

With a groan, my mom joined me in my seat.

"I've always had what you might call a high sexual drive," stated the woman.

Grumbling, I said, "No, mom, please," as her phone rang once again.

As I watched my mom send a message, I noticed that she tutted and ended the call.

After that, she muttered something like, "Please, just give me some space." and hung up the phone.

My mom returned her focus to me once she leaned over the arm of the sofa to set the phone down.

"Listen," she stated in a curt and serious tone. "We're going to set the record straight. Bobby, you are a grownup now. Extra points for spotting me in a highly precarious position. We must have a conversation about this. I will not release you from my care until I am certain that you are okay. I would prefer not to further irritate you. This must have been a horrible ordeal for you, and I worry that it could be difficult for you to open up to me about something so intimate and delicate. Sorry, Bobby, but that's life. Are you getting my message? "Did you understand?"

As my erection faded and my cheeks warmed, I gasped and nodded. I was dreading going, but I knew my mom would insist on seeing it through. Experience had taught me that she would not rest until she achieved her goal.

I moaned, "Oh, mom," as I buried my head in my hands and rested my elbows gently on my knees.

"Don't be so silly," my mother reprimanded me as if I were ten years younger. "Try and be grown up."

I let out another gasp as I realized how unfair that was.

"Don't bother me," I retorted, my anger building. "I haven't done anything wrong."

"Mm, you spied on me..."

The words "you're taking the piss" from my lips unspeakably. "I didn't spy on you. I found you. You, Donny, and Mike are to blame for this. Not me."

My mother sighed and shook her head slowly as I stared at her, growing increasingly angry and bewildered.

With a simple "I know," she moved on. "I understand. I'm having some trouble with this, too. Thinking back on what you must have seen,

While muttering something I failed to hear, my mother halted and grimaced.

My mom whispered, "Please don't hold it against me, Bobby. I was weak." I lost control.

When I learned my mom was harboring shame and remorse, I felt a whirlwind of sensitive emotions.

Her head rested against my as she let out a long sigh, and I drew her closer by putting an arm around her shoulder and drawing her in tight.

"It's all right," I informed him. "It'll be fine."

"Oh, Bobby," my mom whispered as she leaned her head on my shoulder.

Her body was contorted with her emotions, and I could sense the strain.

"Don't worry," I reassured her as I delicately kissed her crown. "I simply require some time to contemplate the matter. I must ascertain the outcome of Donny and Mike's actions.

"I'm pretty sure they won't blab," my mom responded, moving away from me.

Looking at her, I asked, "How are you so sure?""

"Well, your father would dismantle them, limb by limb," my mother reMikeed, her facial expression betraying her sardonic amusement. She rolled her eyes and grinned wickedly.

It was matter-of-fact and delivered with some humor behind it, but I knew it was probably true. I am not exactly sure what my father's occupation is. I know he's involved in imports and that he's in business, but I always sensed there was something shady going on, too. It's nothing more than a feeling—something instinctive I learned growing up on the periphery. My father has an aura of danger about him. I also know he has a temper. I once saw him knock a man out during what would have been a minor disagreement over a parking space at the local parade of shops. Someone pissed my dad off, and a very brief conversation ensued. The result was that my father, quick as a snake, reacted to a verbal insult with fast, effective, and unexpected violence. What I saw from the passenger seat in our car

My father did not answer verbally; in an instant, the man who seemed to be my father went from being completely silent to violently yelling and pointing as he drew near.

The other man was left reeling after that, but my dad strode casually into the business, carrying on as if he was used to knocking people off their feet with a single punch.

Might have been?

I have no idea.

Donny and Mike knew my dad and were wary of him, so it was reasonable for my mom to be confident that they would remain quiet. This led me to conclude that my dad must have punished them for fucking my mom.

"He probably would," I whispered to my mom.

With her eyes fixed on my countenance, my mom gave me a subtle nod.

"Now, speak to me, Bobby," she said quietly. "Let's get it all out in the open."

"I am unsure of your request," I shrugged.

With a sigh and a tightening of her jawline, my mom gave off an air of intrigue, playfulness, and secrecy; I could almost see the slyness in her countenance, as if she were having fun.

Then my mom changed positions and rubbed her rear end against the couch, which made me think of sexual things to do.

She expressed interest, "Mm, well, I wonder if you still love me."

It was her question, and her response was, "I frowned, puzzled."

You are still my mother, therefore of course I do, I told my mom. That will remain unchanged.

"Mm-hmm," my mom spoke up, "but, well, seeing me having all that sex with those two...?" I simply want to know your current opinion of me. You might be shocked. Perhaps this has horrified you. Seeing me act that way can possibly make you sick to your stomach. My mom proceeded to say, "My god, I had my skirt up, exposing my boobs," her voice trembling with shock. Bobby, you must have seen every inch of me. I am clumsy all around.

Her reMikes made me think of my own mother, with her huge bosom swinging with every thrust, and I had to force myself to swallow.

Uh, I witnessed everything," I murmured.

My mother inquired, "Like what?" and she averted her gaze, her expression concealing."Tell me, Bobby, what did you see?"

A smoldering heat spread across my cheeks. "You and them," I reMikeed.

"Describe it."

My cock stiffened again as an odd feeling surged through me as she stated it.

I said, "Mum," while suppressing a half-joke. "Come on, please, don't ask me that."

"Ah, Bobby, just tell me."

I gazed at my mom, forcing myself to ignore the shame and strange sexual tension I was feeling. "Mum," I replied, desperately trying to silence her. "I don't want to say anymore."

She wasn't impacted by it. My mom would not tolerate it.

In response to her question, "You saw me having full intercourse?" I let out a sigh.

"Yes," I said with a dramatic flourish. "With both of them. Is that what you want me to say? I saw you shagging both of my friends."

"I used my hands...? My mouth...?"

Resisting the temptation to go for my cock and begin wanking my way to sexual satisfaction, I forced myself to swallow firmly. My mind raced to the scene where my mom was sucking her cock, her expression distorted as Donny penetrated her mouth, and her eyes beaming with joy as Mike used his size on her pussy.

"Every single one of them, mom," I groanted as my dickens went into full-on tumescence.

"They used condoms," my mom informed me.

"Uh-huh, I saw."

My mom informed me, "That's something your dad is really strict about. I'm also not supposed to kiss," before continuing with a half-shrug. "But sometimes I get so excited..."

My stomach was a whirlwind of conflicting feelings. Her nonchalant, off-hand manner of saying it was terrible. I was under the impression that it was an extremely private arrangement between her and my dad, and I had no interest in finding out about it. Even if I was against it when I heard about it, I couldn't deny that I had sexual impulses. My mother's sexual allure was obvious to me; I witnessed her engaging in vigorous cockwork with Donny and Mike, and I could see the pleasure radiating off her face and body as she fucked onto their cocks, satisfying their desires and leaving the condoms drenched in ejaculate.

"The kissing is wrong," my mother said, as I struggled to comprehend the reactions in my body. "And your dad absolutely hates it; he says it's too close to emotion. He says kissing is for love."

Hearing my mother describe the kissing was the equivalent of a stomach punch to me. As I fantasized about planting a kiss on her lips, a wave of desire washed over me.

When I tried to talk, I gurgled meaningless gibberish due to my parched throat. After choking and sputtering, I choked out, "I know what he means."

I couldn't place the emotion on my mother's face as she stared at me. A mix of bewilderment and a gradual, hazy understanding washed over me as I watched: the expression was strikingly similar to my mother's when she was taking cock, and what I was witnessing was her own rekindled yearning.

My mom's voice was heavy as she uttered the words, "You do, do you, Bobby?"

Once more, I felt a sudden gag reflex. "Uh-huh," I uttered, my voice coming out as peculiar. "It does make some sense," I chimed in there. "Yeah, sex is personal, but... uh, I suppose I mean it's physical... I sort of get why kissing is for love."

"I love kissing," my mom whispered.

I felt a shiver run down my back as I briefly considered the possibility that my mother wanted me to kiss her while she stared at me. Without knowing why, I had a feeling the kiss wouldn't be the typical, caring display of affection from a mother. I perceived in my mother's eyes an emotional interaction characterized by kissing with tongues, which I interpreted as sexual desire.

My need spiked to a boiling point, and I muttered, "I didn't like seeing you kiss Donny and Mike."

My mom's eyes widened in shock. How come you don't like it, Bobby? Are you envious or something?"

"A little, yeah," I murmured while nodding. "I guess," I shrugged and took my gaze off my mom's face.

Our connection was electric, with an electric buzz and a snarl from my libido as I fantasized about snatching my mom and kissing her passionately. The world seemed to spin out of control, and we were both enveloped in a dreamy, bizarre sensation.

As she placed her hand on my knee, my mother crooned, "Oh, sweetheart. I love you." She groaned, "I don't love Donny and Mike."

I responded, "I know," my tone abruptly turning resentful.

My mom was staring at me as I stole a quick glimpse in her direction.

When she inquired, "What's wrong?" I shrugged once more."

That's all it is, I reMikeed.

Mom said, "You're jealous," and then she added, "It seems like you're interested in kissing me like they did, Bobby." That, I believe, is the root of your problem.

"Um, mom, no," I moaned.

A sultry glint in my mother's eyes as she crinkled her nose, smiled, and kept her lower lip between her teeth for a few seconds.

In her opinion, she did.

I softly murmured, "Mum," a combination of bewilderment and longing.

Once that was done, magic struck.

My mother inched closer, her thigh and hip brushing against mine, in an unfathomable, impossibility-filled instant that changed the course of my life.

She whispered, "Well, Bobby, you can kiss me if you want to." Our gazes met, and she spoke softly.

In the brief moments following her statement, I found it difficult to formulate a response; yet, an overwhelming sense of happiness overcame me.

As intense yearning sprang from within me, my heart raced and a rapid, frantic sound escaped my ears.

I asked my mother, "Mom, can I?" in a gasp."

"If you want to, baby," my mom responded, her smile maliciously directed at me.

My mother's body pliable and soft under my hands and fingers as I squeezed, her mouth brushing against mine; I swiveled around, stunned, and moved unconsciously, as if in an out-of-body experience, with a portion of my brain that could still think clearly watching.

Her groan reached my ears as she put her tongue in my mouth.

As our tongues made contact for the first time, my mother gasped and wiggled in my arms.

We both sighed and made little noises of pleasure as our sensations surged, and I reciprocated the kiss, my disbelief washing over me like a wave of heat.

"Touch me," my mom said after a second or two of silence. "My boobs," she added. "I know you want to feel them," Bobby added. The tits are nice, too.

While we shared another kiss, my mom snatched my hands and held them close to her chest.

With a groan, my mom said, "Mm-hmm, yes," as I stretched.

"Mom, I can't believe it," I exclaimed with a gasp.

"Calm down, stay silent. Caress my breasts and kiss me, please. I desire for us to love.

I kissed my mom with a mix of astonishment, joy, confusion, and intense desire. My arousal level skyrocketed as I pushed my tit-flesh through her clothes and bra, and I could feel my cock pulsing and seeping pre-cum into my underwear. I writhed in pain as I felt the cold snail-trail against my skin, and my desire for my mother's ripe body was nearly overwhelming.

I finally mustered up the courage to gasp and pull away from the kiss, asking my mom, "Could you remove your top, please?""

Looking down at my hands resting on her breasts, my mother gave me a curious look.

"My boobs?" she inquired, her brow furrowing in surprise."

My mouth dropped open as I said the words "uh-huh" in a mix of desperation and excitement.

Before she asked, "Do you like big tits, Bobby?" I caught a glimpse of her sly smile."

The magic of the kiss washed over me, and I was so enchanted that I froze.

My mom went on to say, "You're my son," in response to my silent confirmation. I know it's wrong, but I really want to do it, Bobby. Very mischievous... To be your mom, I am... I mean, come on, they're just breasts. I'd show them off if I went bikini-less on the beach.

I was at a loss for words; the only sound that escaped my mouth was a mangled croak and a moan. Meanwhile, my mom continued talking as she undid the buttons of her blouse, revealing her bosom that oozed out of her bra.

"And you've seen them before," my mother added with a tut and roll of her eyes. "When I was in here with those boys, you saw everything. "It doesn't really matter if..."

My mother shrugged the blouse to the crooks of her arms, compressing her large breasts with her biceps. The deep cleavage was a magnet for my eyes.

I gurgled, "Show me."

She chuckled, tutted, and rolled her eyes again, the gesture a throwback to years before. I'd done something amusing but annoying.

"God, don't be so impatient," my mother scolded.

"And take the blouse off," I said as she scooped her breasts free.

"Ooh, look who's giving orders," my mother said, eyes wide as she looked at me.

Desire had made me bold and reckless enough to urge my mother to go further.

"Now," I said, growling it out.

She slipped the blouse off. "All right. Hold your horses."

It was oddly domestic; her reactions were like an everyday scene where she showed me her naked breasts.

My mother tutted again, her eyes rolling and sighing.

"There," she said after reaching back to unclasp her bra. "Happy?"

My mother teased me with her eyes for a couple of seconds, her hands pressing the bra to her breasts until she let it fall away.

She chuckled and said, "Mm, well, somebody's impressed. What's the matter, Bobby? Have you never seen a lady's breasts before?"

My mother said it because I was staring as I let out a sigh, cheeks ballooning when I saw my own mother boobs swing free, their size and shape-setting desires swirling inside me.

"Oh," my mother added, half-gasping it out when I touched her. "Bobby, I didn't say anything about touching. "Goodness, you're very naughty."

The scolding was surreal, and the odd domesticity was once again at odds with what was happening. My mother was using phrases and a tone of voice that were more appropriate for a childish misdemeanor than her own adult son, who was groping her breasts.

"Mum, please," I gasped.

"Oh, all right," my mother said, indulgent. She smiled at me, still in that strange maternal style. "But just for a minute," she added, like I was fifteen years younger and asking to stay up late.

I stared, agog, at my mother's breasts, their weight in my palms, their spongy-firm texture, and the silky skin setting more pre-cum sipping from my cock

"Mm, that's actually very nice," my mother purred. "You've got a very good touch."

She shifted position, swiveling to present her frontage while actively thrusting her breasts at me.

"Go on; be firm," my mother drawled, a dreamy sigh following.

My mother closed her eyes, murmuring about how lovely it felt as I caressed her boobs, fingers kneading tit-flesh, lust boiling inside me.

She yipped in surprise when I dove in and lifted a breast so I could suck at the nipple.

"Bobby, you're very rude," she gasped.

"Please," I mumbled around a mouthful of breasts, mauling at them as I made my way to the other nipple.

In that same weird, indulgent voice, my mother sighed and said, "Oh, go on then. You obviously like them a lot."

"They're fantastic," I said, sighing it out. "Big," I muttered. "So heavy."

"You sounded like your father the first time he saw them," my mother said. "Went potty," she added. He couldn't keep his hands off them. With a wry chuckle, she concluded, "Just like you."

I sucked and squeezed my mother's breasts, feeling a level of excitement beyond anything I'd ever experienced, as she allowed me to indulge myself.

Then, after a minute, my mother said, "I suppose you're hard."

I looked up at her face, my hands still full of her boobs.

"Your cock," she added, pointing to the front of my jeans.

I shook my head. "Nuh-no," I stammered.

She knew I was lying. My mother looked at me after I said it, her expression showing she didn't believe me.

"Nonsense," she said with scorn in her tone. "I know you're hard, Bobby. My mother added, matter-of-fact, "Bound to be." "Your age, my boobs..."

"I'm sorry," I blurted, thinking I was in trouble.

My mother's eyes went wide as she asked, "Why be sorry?"

I let go of her breasts and moved along the sofa, putting six inches between us.

"I don't know," I stammered. "I thought you might be mad."

Her expression showed incredulity. "Why on Earth would I be mad?"

Feeling stupid, I shrugged and said, "Uh, I dunno. I just thought, "

"An erection, given the circumstances, is understandable," my mother said. "I'd be extremely surprised if you didn't have a stiffie for me. In fact, if anything, Bobby, I'd be insulted. I'd be worried you didn't find me attractive."

"I think you're attractive, mom," I gasped.

"Just because I have big knockers," my mother said.

I shook my head, desperate for her to understand. "It's not just that. You're really pretty... I think you're sexy."

"But you really like my big boobs."

"They're awesome, mom." I can't believe you let me touch."

"Mm, well, I shouldn't have done that," my mother said. "Or the kissing."

"Mum, don't say that," I said in a rush of concern.

I thought she was going to put them away, put the bra back on, and tell me we shouldn't bring it up again.

I thought so, but that's not what she did. Instead, through her devilish smirk, my mother said, "You do have a hard will, don't you, Bobby?"

After I nodded, the grin shifted to a wide smile, the eyes showing delight.

Then my mother said, "So, why don't you sort yourself out? You know, get it out and..."

I gawked as my mother mimed the action, her fist jerking in rhythmic movements.

"It's all right," she breathed. "You can do it in front of me. It's your hand. I'll just be watching."

I stared and managed to say, "You're kidding."

My mother shook her head in response. "No, Bobby. I'm not. "In fact," she added, shrugging. "It would even things out. You've watched me. I can watch you."

It crossed my mind to refuse. I couldn't believe my mother could suggest it. It was an unreal suggestion and difficult for me to absorb—wanking in front of my mother? I couldn't.

Then I saw the look on her face—something wild and primal in my mother's expression—which took me to my feet, fingers at my jeans, fumbling until I managed to work at the button and zip, shoving my jeans and boxers down together so my cock sprang out.

When the jib waggled and waved, my mother blurted a yelp.

"God," she gasped. "Darling, you really are excited for me."

I moaned and caressed my body, a sense of delight coursing through me. My attention was set on my mother as she stared at my cock.

"Oh, baby," my mother crooned. "That looks lovely. It's a gorgeous big cock."

With desperate need on my mind, I growled, "It's you. You made it happen. Your big-fucking-tits."

My arousal's heat melted away my inhibitions. I was wild for my mother, tugging on my dick as I savored the details of her large breasts and saucer areolae. I glanced at her face and caught her grinning at me.

"Don't pull it off," my mother quipped.

"I can't help it," I gasped. "You're so hot. You're sexy."

"Mm, keep talking," my mother said. "I like it."

"You're gorgeous, mom," I groaned.

My mother let out a sigh, her expression showing her own arousal as she squirmed and massaged her breasts.

"I'm wet," she said. "Seeing you do that is making me randy."

"Show me!" I groaned.

I was a couple of feet away from my mother. I was standing. I faced her, holding my cock in my fist, as she sat on the sofa, her tits bared, her gaze fixed on my hand as I extended my reach.

"I can't do that," my mother said, glancing at my face.

I groaned and gasped, "Why not? I already saw."

My mother looked at my cock, her cheeks ballooning as she blew out air, her eyes going back to my face.

"Because I can't trust myself," my mother said. "You doing that...? Me with no knickers on...? I'm afraid I'll ask you to put it in."

I inhaled deeply, shocked to hear her say it, and my desire surged as I imagined feeding my cock to my own mother's cunt.

"I just want to look," I groaned.

When my mother shook her head, her eyes full of fear, my need became urgent. "I don't dare, Bobby said. "I'm sure you'll want to go further if I show you."

"No, I promise," I said, teeth gritting against the urge to launch myself at my mother.

She closed her eyes and tightened her face as she muttered something I couldn't make out.

"You really do have to behave," my mother said when she looked at me. "I mean it, Bobby. If I take my knickers off, you have to promise not to push me."

Thrilled to hear my mother was close to giving in, I nodded and gasped, "Whatever you say, Mum, please, I just want to see."

"You need to come," my mother said with a nod to my cock. "If I show you, just wank and come."

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say. I promise, mom, I only want to see it."

As my mother got to her feet, she muttered, "God, I don't believe I'm—"

She didn't finish the sentence. Instead, my mother stood up, stared at me for a few seconds, shrugged, and then pushed her skirt to her knees. My gaze shifted to her shoes, briefly focusing on the stockings before moving to the vulva concealed within her underwear.

My mother smirked when I gasped out: "Mum, I love those stockings. You're like one of those old-fashioned pin-ups."

"Mm, charmer," she said through a grin. "You'll say anything to get me to drop my drawers. Typical man."

I gulped and added, "No, I mean it. You're gorgeous. So beautiful."

"That's because I'm in stockings and shoes, and I've got my tits out."

I glanced at my mother's breasts, those large orbs swaying as she stepped out of her skirt, graceful as a dancer in her high heels.

I asked, "Can I kiss you again?" I was wanking vigorously.

I witnessed my mother display a mixture of doubt and temptation.

I nodded when my mother asked, "Do you think that's a good idea?"

"I love kissing you," I said.

"Oh, all right. Come and kiss me," my mother said, holding her arms out in invitation.

I stepped into her embrace, my hands going to her breasts as we kissed, my desire flaring. As she pressed in close, I let my hands wander down to her buttocks, kneading my mother's bottom. Her boobs squished between us. My mother moaned and wriggled as I slid my cock between our bodies, causing the bulb to leak goo onto her tummy. The expeditionary hand was on my mother's rump, fingers pressing against her buttock, and a thrill of excitement surged through me as I realized that, despite only groping her bottom, the hand was actually inside her knickers! That seemed like another line we'd crossed. I thought getting beyond the barrier of her final piece of clothing would be too much for my mother to accept. It was in my head, mixed in with confusion, disbelief, and arousal, that I might be pushing too hard, and that daring to slip the hand into her underwear would be the last straw.

But it wasn't.

Instead of gasping out a rebuke, my mother squirmed in close, her body moving with sinuous energy, her tongue slipping and sliding with mine.

It went on for several seconds while I kissed my mother. Arousal spread across her stomach, and with a silvery trail staining the tops of one stocking, my mother pulled back from the kiss.

My mother stepped back, and my hand slipped out of her underwear.

"God, I'm so turned on," my mother breathed. "Kissing you... It's so naughty. Tongues... I'm just about naked, and you're standing there with that lovely big cock. I don't believe I'm behaving this way."

My gaze swept over my mother's body as I extended my reach. "Mum, fuck, I can't stop looking at you. You're terrific. I know it's just crazy, but please don't make me stop."

My mother's eyes went wide. "Oh, baby," she drawled as she smirked at me. "I'm not going to make you stop. It's gone this far; there's no point in stopping now. I'll just sit down," my mother said as she went to the sofa.

She settled, sitting down and shifting around so that she was half-reclined, her back wedged into the corner between the sofa arm and the upright back.

As I watched, fist working my length, my mother lifted her feet onto the sofa, legs falling apart, boobs jiggling as she teased the visible cleft outlined against her tight underwear where it covered her vulva.

My mother nodded to my cock, fingers working against her knickers as she teased her pussy through the fabric.

"I'm going to play a little while you want me to."

I moved closer to the sofa, wanking with one hand while I reached down to touch my mother's breasts.

"Yes, please touch them," my partner sighed.

She squirmed and gasped, a hand slipping into her knickers.

"Kiss me some more," she sighed, her underwear bulging like kittens in a sack.

I stared at where my mother was touching herself, my attention moving up to her face after a brief stop at her wobbling tits.

She stared at me with lust on her face, her expression feral and hungry.

"God, I'm so wet," my mother said, snarling it out, teeth bared.

She winced, gasping, one hand mauling tit-flesh while I gazed, the need to go further working inside me.

"Show me," I groaned, thrusting my chin. "Just pull your knickers to one side. I only want to see how wet you are."

My mother closed her eyes, gulping, before she set her hot-eyed stare on me again.

"Fucking perv," she muttered, yanking her underwear aside at the same time.

I gasped, awed by my mother's meaty labia, her fingers moving in quick circles at the apex of her slit for a few seconds before she splayed the ungainly folds to expose her scarlet, glistening core.

As she held herself open, I could see my mother's peehole above the mystery of her opening. Her clitoral area was a swollen pink bean, the flesh elastic inside my mother as she slipped a forefinger over the nub, labia stretching as she held herself wider, legs parting to what must have been their physical limits, my mother's large boobs jiggling as she moved.

"God, Bobby, your face," my mother muttered as she teased her clitoral area.

"Take them off," I moaned, lust swirling in the pit of my stomach.

My mother closed her eyes again, shaking her head as she muttered to herself. Internal conflict was obvious.

"Jesus," my mother muttered. "I shouldn't... I can't... Shit, I simply do not believe I'm doing all this."

While she was speaking, my mother was lifting her rear from the sofa to cover her buttocks with her undergarments. I stared, amazed, as she slid her underwear down to her ankles, and then she reclined, her legs going wide again.

"All right, there you are, Bobby. You got your own way."

My mother splayed herself again, revealing her pussy.

"That's where you came from," my mother mumbled, two fingers slipping into her opening. "I gave you life. You're looking at something you shouldn't ever see."

"Mum, I love you," I gasped.

"I just want it," my mother snarled at me. "This is as far as we go. You want yours, and I'll do mine. I need you to come. We can't keep doing this much longer, Bobby. I can't stand it. I need you here so we can both calm down."

I didn't ask permission. I just wanked my dick and moved in closer, leaning in to kiss my mother's mouth, a hand going to her breasts.

"Oh, Jesus, this is too dangerous," my mother gasped.

She said it, but don't stop me from touching her body. My mother squirmed and moaned, a hand working her vulva as I mauled her tits, tongues swirling during a long, heated, gasping kiss.

I stepped back, breaking the kiss so I could watch with my hand at my dick. By then, I was past the immediate urgency of a climax. As aroused as I was, I'd had enough practice wanking to porn, prolonging the exquisite agony while edging to the brink of orgasm, before I eased back and allowed my desire to cool. It was a trick I was close to mastering, something I'd spent hours, even days, practicing, a level of self-control I somehow managed to exercise despite the extreme provocation of my own mother's sexual allure and the wild, impossible situation we were engaged in.

"Fuck, mom, seeing you do this is just unreal," I said, focusing on her fingers working in and out of her body. I looked at her face, her eyes full of need and desire, her teeth bared in a silent snarl. "Incredible," I said, moaning.

As my mother worked her pussy, sometimes rubbing the bean, other times with two and even three stiff fingers fucking her opening, she kept gasping and muttering, "Ooh, ah, God, that's nice."

My mother's large boobs jiggled and rolled, her body tensing as she went at herself. She squirmed against the sofa.

"Oh, God, that's nice," my mother moaned, eyes on my face. "Bobby, oh God..."

She winced and closed her eyes, one hand pushing through her hair while her hips moved in her shirt, making rhythmic jerks.

Then my mother paused and held herself open, pussy stretched and labia pinned back against her inner thighs, while she looked at me with savage intensity in her expression.

"Listen," my mother started before she groaned and rubbed her clitoral area.

She wriggled on the sofa, legs wide, pussy exposed again as she gasped and pushed her fingers through her hair again.

"Look," my mother continued. After a brief pause, she added, "The thing is..." "I know I'm mad for saying this, but..."

My mother paused again, tutting as she rolled her eyes. Then she locked her gaze with mine, her body completely still as she showed off her pussy again.

I broke her stare, glancing down to her glistening center, committing the sight to memory: my mother's body exposed to my gaze, her cunt pink and hot, the bean swollen, and her inner thighs creamy smooth. I stared at her breasts, their size, and felt a surge of need rush through me. Her body, padded and rounded with indulgence, was the single most arousing sight I'd ever laid eyes on. I thought she was lovely—simply beautiful—with love and lust combining inside me.

Then, when I looked at her face, my mother said, "Before I change my mind, Bobby, why don't you bring that big cock over here?"

My mother moved with a quick thrust of her hips as she slid a finger into her opening, splaying her labia once again.

"I want to touch it," my mother said. "Bring it to me."

The seconds that followed were like a dream. I was still in shock from hearing her say it, my legs moving with a wooden stiffness like I was walking on stilts as I went towards the sofa.

As I moved in closer, my mother was staring at me, still in the same position: halfway reclined, legs wide, fingers at her folds.

We kissed, her hand going to my cock.

I gasped at the contact, her hand squeezing my girth.

My mother sighed as she slowly caressed me. She said, "My son." "My baby. Mm-hmm, my lovely, sweet, darling boy."

Despite the shock, I first squeezed my mother's breasts, my palm slipping over her soft, pillowy tummy. When my fingers found her labia, he moaned and squirmed.

"God, Bobby, that's my quim."

I nodded after she sighed it out. Our gazes locked, her own shock showing behind her eyes.

"I love you," I murmured, the words coming out without me thinking.

My mother nodded quickly and somehow urgently. "Yes, uh-huh, I know," she said.

"You're so gorgeous," I muttered, fingers down at her sodden vulva.

My mother groaned, "Baby, finger me!" She grabbed my wrist and pushed my hand against her body. "My clitter is inside me. Use your fingers, Bobby."

"I want to fuck your tits," I growled.

My mother nodded again, gasping as she said, "That's so wicked. It's bad, Bobby. We're getting too carried away."

When my mother squeezed my girth and worked her hand over the length, I groaned.

I climbed onto the couch to position myself over my mother. It was awkward and cumbersome, but I wanted to push my dick through her cleavage and fuck her tits.

I nodded when my mother asked, "You really want to fuck my tits?"

"Mum, please," I groaned.

She looked at me for a second or two, then nodded and said, "Take your jeans off, Bobby. They're going to get in the way. Take them off, and you can put that between my boobs."

I hauled my t-shirt off and threw it aside, eager to get out of my clothes. Excitement squeezed my guts as I toed the heels of my training shoes, mindless to everything I had ever known, my life on pause because my head was full of my mother. Nothing else mattered. I lived a lifetime in those few quick moments it took to get naked. I didn't care about anything else. My dad, my schooling, my future—none of it mattered. My only concern was to get my dick into my mother's cleavage. I wanted to fuck her tits and kiss her mouth. I wanted to taste her essence.

I wanted to experience love and lust with her.

When I was naked, I cranked my cock and moaned, "Can I come on your tits?"

"Filthy beast," my mother said through a grin. She was sitting upright, a hand between her legs as she slowly stroked her vulva, one hand cupping a breast. "Come closer," she murmured. "Come here and be naughty with me."

I groaned as I shuffled in close, standing as my mother pressed the outer flanks of her breasts with her palms, my cock enveloped in wobbly tit-flesh.

I worked my hips, pre-cum, making them slippy as I fucked my mother's cleavage.

"Bobby, put it in my mouth," I heard my mother say.

I had my eyes closed at the time, my cock sliding through my mother's cleavage, sensations so sweet as I squeezed the heavy orbs around my dick.

When I heard her say it, I opened my eyes, and I found her eyes flashing mischief again.

"Bring it up here," my mother said.

She opened her mouth, eager for the dome. Then the thrill of it hit me when I saw her lips pursed around the cockhead, her eyes set on my face, and her hand between her legs as she stirred her pussy. My mother gasped around her mouthful of cock, groans issuing forth while she rubbed at her sex, one hand at her breasts as she tweaked her nipples and massaged their size.

The words came out of her, like it was a surprise that she'd sucked my dick. "God, Bobby, I just sucked it," my mother said when my dick plopped free.

With astonishing speed, events had accelerated between us. It hadn't been many minutes since our confrontation outside the hut, and there we were, immersed in sin, kissing and touching, and her sucking my cock.

With all the excitement in me, I wanked my cock and looked at my mother.

"Open your legs," I growled.

"Oh, Bobby," my mother breathed as she reclined, her thighs parting to expose her vulva. "What are you going to do?"

I returned the oral favor. I went to my knees and moved between her shoes, my fingers holding her pussy open, labia pinned back, lust a visible dribble sliding from her opening.

My mother squeaked, then blurted a bestial grunt when I went in and probed her sex with my tongue.

"Uh, Bobby, fuck," she gasped, my tongue flicking her clitoral area.

"I want to taste you," I said, ducking back in to stir the honey, focusing on her opening as I wriggled in as deep as I could.

Then my mother squirmed and squeaked as I worked at her with my tongue, pleasure coming from her in bursts of sound, until she gasped and told me to kiss her mouth.

Before I reached her mouth, I went up and sucked her nipples. We kissed, with my mother holding my face, cheeks sandwiched between her palms, as she sucked at my tongue.

"I can taste my cunt," my mother growled.

It was shocking to hear that word coming from my mother. The look behind her eyes and the tone of her voice doubled the effect.

"Mum!" I gasped, was appalled, and was thrilled.

"God, Bobby," my mother murmured, a hand going through her hair.

I was standing a pace away from the sofa, looking down at my mother sprawled and gorgeous as she looked up at me, her expression feral, the look the same as only a few moments before when she'd told me she wanted to touch my cock. It was the same look and the same gestures—her fingers going through her hair again before she splayed her labia to show off her core.

I could see the conflict behind her eyes—a struggle going on inside my mother—as she closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Listen," she started before another pause.

Before she rubbed her clitoral area, she opened her eyes three times, her middle finger slipping into her opening.

My mother said, "I can't take it, Bobby, as she fingered and rubbed, her gaze fixed upon me." I think I knew this would happen. I was kidding myself. I thought I could control it. The fact is, darling, I can't. Right now, I don't feel like I care. I don't want to control it, Bobby. I can't fight it any more."

Then she held herself open again, exposing her intimacies.

"Come on," she breathed. "Come here. Come and fuck your mother."

I stepped in, feeling a strange sense of surrealism, as her arms reached up and her legs were folded at the knees. My mother invited me into the embrace with her smile and her body, tongues connecting as she shifted her rump back over the sofa to give me room. While I caressed my mother's breasts, I moved over her body with one straight arm in support, and she reached down for my cock.

"Oh, baby," my mother crooned as she stroked my length.

"I love you," I sighed, half in disbelief.

My mother quickly nodded. "Mm-hmm," she sighed. "Now you can show me."

As she inserted the bulb into her body, she gasped and squirmed, and my attention slipped to where my own mother's opening was being nudged.

I kissed her again, moaning into her open mouth when I felt the molten embrace around my girth.

"God, Bobby, you're inside me," my mother groaned.

Her expression was full of the same awe and wonder I felt bubbling inside me. It was an incredible, impossible moment. I was inside my mother; her pussy was accepting my size, and the thrill of it was sublime as tender emotions brought a gasp from me.

"Jesus, you're my son," my mother was saying in a tone of amazement. "Oh my God, Bobby. We're fucking."

Surrounded by dark urges, I gazed at her face. "No, we're not yet," I growled.

As I hovered over my mother, I shifted to get some leverage with my knees and hands. She was staring at me, the shock in her eyes as I moved in deep and gave her all the length.

My mother gasped and grunted, her eyes closing for a second as my balls nudged the crease between her buttocks.

I paused, savoring the moment as my mother's heat and wetness clenched around my girth.

My mother's eyes opened.

"Fuck, that's all the way in," she said through a dark chuckle.

I dove in to kiss her, moving my hips so that my cock slid out while the bulb stayed inside.

"And again," I growled, going in deep.

My mother groaned, her body in spasm, as I fed her pussy, my size.

"Mm-hmm, yes. Do it that way, baby," she muttered as she crinkled her nose at me. "Make it good. I want you to fuck me."

We kissed with heat and desire as we started to move together. I used a hand to touch her skin, the thrill of the experience bringing gasps and moans from me while my mother shunted her hips and eyes on me with that expression of hate, which showed she was enjoying the sin.

We rutted, both grunting and snorting, the pleasure down in my cock while I soaked up the detail of my mother's labia clinging to my shaft on the outstroke, her big tits rolling, her expression a mix of desire and love.

As we slowed it all down, we kissed, murmuring endearments, and love passed between us through our eyes.

I shook my head when my mother asked, "Can you believe it?"

"No," I said, looking at our conversation.

"No condom," my mother said. "That's not allowed." My mother stated this, followed by a burst of laughter. "And I'm not supposed to kiss," she added.

After she said it, my mother reached up and pulled me into the kiss. Then we were fucking again, hot and frantic, hands everywhere as we worked together, moaning and grunting our joy.

The kissing ended. My mother pushed on my chest.

"Spooning," she said. "Let's do it that way. Get behind me, Bobby."

We moved with urgency, standing so I could get onto the sofa, my hand on my dick because I needed to feel the pleasure, and my mother resting her rump on the couch so she could slide back after balancing her weight on one hip and elbow after kicking off the shoes

She groaned, her head lolling forward, when my size slipped into her body.

"Mm, baby, my tits," my mother gasped as we started to move. "Squeeze them," she urged. "Fuck me and squeeze my tits."

She was sitting up on an elbow, her legs wide, her uppermost leg draped over my thigh, and her hips angled to fuck me back onto my dick. I pushed one arm under her torso's bridge, scooping her swaying breasts, and the other arm went over the top.

My mother went crazy for it, her buttocks slap-thwacking against me, her bottom flattening out with each robust action, and her gasps and squeals loud as she craned around to stare at me.

"Uh, fuck me," she groaned. "Baby, fuck your mother."

"Ah, mom, sh*t," I gasped, hands full of her boobs. "Don't talk that way."

She smirked, showing her back harder. "Why not? You going to come?"

I nodded. "Yeah, but I don't want to. Not yet."

"I never want this to end," my mother said, her eyes flashing with need. "It's incredible, Bobby. We like this."

"I understand," I replied, fighting the impulse to burst out in her presence. "Mum, I adore spending time with you."

It was awkward, but my mother managed to crane around far enough to meet my kiss as I leaned in. We slowed to where we were hardly moving, her pelvis shifting just enough to keep some friction between us as we loved through the kiss.

"Baby, you can do it inside me," my mother murmured when the kissing stopped. She stared at me with adoration in her expression, and the same feelings were ballooning inside me.

"I love you," I sighed.

She nodded. "Mm, then love me until you arrive."

We started moving again, my mother shifting so she could use her hands against the edge of the sofa as she worked against my cock. We went through it in waves, sometimes fucking with desperate urgency, gasping and groaning, while other times we were moving in synch, with my mother looking back to smile at me.

During the frantic moments, I smacked a palm against my mother's bottom, flesh jiggling as her skin glowed pink.

My mother gasped, "Baby, yes, spank me." "I'm so slutty. I deserved it, Bobby. Those boys, now you... My son, my beautiful baby... I don't believe we're fucking."

My mother yelled and blurted out a delighted laugh when I smacked her again.

"You're a bad bitch," I growled, working my size into her body. "Gorgeous!" I gasped. "Oh my god, it was so freaking wrong seeing you fuck Donny and Mike."

My mother groaned, "I love the sex."

By then, she was rubbing her vulva, her breath going down in quick gasps as she excited herself.

"I need it, Bobby," my mother added.

She pressed herself against me, one hand scything her own breasts while I gripped her hip, my fingers digging into her spare flesh as I fucked vigorously. The need was in me. I was close.

"I've always needed sex," my mother said, gasping. "Cocks, Bobby. I always want cocks."

"You've got mine," I said, grunting it out.

Our bodies were slap-thwacking together, the surge bubbling in my core.

"Mum!" I moaned. "Fuck, mom, I'm going."

My mother went frantic after I sobbed out the warning. She moaned and snorted, shoving back as she snarled at me to smack her arse and pull her hair. She squealed and moaned, her fingers pointing at her pussy, her tits trembling in response.

"Do it," my mother urged through a groan. "I'll come as well... Oh, baby... My darling... Together, Bobby... We're going to--"

I held her hip and fucked in deep, the pulse going through my core.

My mother squealed when I told her I was there. She went berserk, sobbing and babbling nonsense words about love, sex, and how wonderful it felt.

I grunted inside as my mother sobbed, "Bobby, yes!" Baby, please... give me your love!"

I moaned and felt it rush from me, my mind full of how my semen would be bathing my own mother's cervix, the hot stuff pumping into her body.

My hands were full of her flesh; one under her body as I squeezed her tits, the other on her hip so I could pull her onto my cock. An atavistic need was working inside me, which made me desperate to give my mother all of my seed as deep as I could. It was instinct, but I wanted to pour my lust and love into my mother. I somehow claimed her, Mikeing her as my own. There was no coherent thought behind my actions. I was grappling with the need and desire to establish my mother's identity, while the idea of conceiving a child remained vague.

Then we were both groaning and gasping; my mother's body was in spasm as her own orgasm took her away.

We lay together, my cock inside her, as we both sucked in air. The shock of it on me, the disbelief it had caused, was strong inside my head.

"God, Bobby, that was intense," my mother murmured after some time.

When she lifted herself up onto an elbow so she could swivel around to look at me, I felt my dick slip free.

As she moved, my mother's eyes went wide. "Jesus, Bobby, how much did you give me?"

She had a hand between her legs; her fingers smeared with goo when she showed them to me.

"Fuck, there's spunk on the sofa," my mother said. She sat upright, her face tilted, and examined the carnage. "It's everywhere," she exclaimed, taking a deep breath. "That's never going to be clean."

I reached for my mother, feeling a strong need to kiss her.

She let me do it, returning the kiss, tutting, and rolling her eyes when we parted.

"Sofa's ruined," my mother said, oddly domestic. "Your father won't be happy. It's only a few months old."

I felt a stab of fear when my mother mentioned my dad.

"Shit, what are you going to tell him?"

I saw the smirk on my mother's face as she glanced over my shoulder.

I turned, fearful that my father was there with us, when I saw my mother looking past me.

"I'll say there's cum on the sofa," my mother said with a shrug.

I looked at her, relieved to see my dad wasn't in the hut.

"What? Are you going to tell him that it's Donny or Mike?"

My mother was reaching for her mobile phone as I said it. I looked down at the couch and saw dark stains on the fabric, spunk leaking from my mother, and the mollusc between her teeth sticky with gloop.

"Oh, I won't lie," my mother said.

I boggled—a cold-water shock like a tsunami wave—as I processed what she'd said.

"Mum, fuck!" I gasped. "You can't. What we just did... He'll kill us both."

"Mmm, no, probably not," my mother said. "He won't do that."

As she switched the phone on, I stared at my mother, her attention on the screen.

It puzzled me when she said, "You there?"

I glanced at her phone and asked, "Who are you talking to?"

"Your father," my mother said at the same moment her mobile rang.

I didn't get it. How could she be talking to my dad when her phone was still booting up?

"Yes, hello," my mother said into her phone.

I looked at her, my head full of confusion, while fear squeezed my guts.

My mother chuckled with her eyes on me as she said, "I know I've been naughty."

As she held the device to her ear, she paused, attentive.

Then she said, "Surprised me too. I didn't expect it to happen."

Another pause followed as I gawked at my mother.

"Odd," she said. "I'm shocked, you know?"

My mother held up a hand and shook her head, frowning at me when I tried to interject.

"I'm speaking to your father," she said.

She ignored me when I gurgled, "But mom..."

"It was the sexiest thing I've ever done," my mother was saying. She closed her eyes, sighing, demure with her knees together as she sat on the sofa, naked except for the stockings and suspender belt. "He was outside when I was in here with the boys," my mother breathed. "I guess I assumed it would be a joke," my mother said. You know, tease him a bit. But, well, Jason, you saw what happened."

My mother chuckled again, the sound rich and corrupt, as she looked at my face and the smirk on her lips.

She held my eyes, slowly nodding as my father spoke through the phone.

"I'll tell him. I think it'll take him time to process it, but we'll see what he says."

My mother paused again, nodding as she said, "Mm-hmm, I love you, too."

As she ended the call, I gasped, "Mum...? " What...?"

"Your father knows," she said, a leaden sinker of dread plummeting into the pit of my stomach.

She glanced at me while I stared at her, my mouth hanging slack.

"Cameras," my mother said when I asked how my father could know. "Sound, too," she added, pointing to three different parts of the room.

Astounded, I gurgled a response. "Cameras, mum? You're kidding."

My mother grinned and slowly shook her head. "Oh no, Bobby. I'm not. He was watching when I was in here with those boys. That was planned."

I boggled, stunned.

"The thing with you? Well, obviously, that wasn't part of what was supposed to happen. As I mentioned earlier, it spiraled out of control. I just couldn't help myself."

"Mum... Jesus," I said, groaning.

"It's all right," my mother was saying as I tried to make sense of it all. "Oh, I mean, he's as surprised as we are... He didn't expect to see us together... Of course not; he wouldn't. Would he, Bobby? We didn't have a clue what was going to happen."

I could hear her talking, and I understood the words; it was the reality I was struggling with.

When I asked, "He saw...?" my mother nodded, matter-of-fact.

She said, "And heard."

"Is he watching now? He's listening?"

My mother pouted and gave a half-shrug before she turned to look towards the corner near the door, eyes angled towards the ceiling. "He might be," she said. "Or he might be on his way home."

Fear, guilt, and a rush of anxiety surged inside me as I gasped, "Home?"

My mother nodded. "Mm-hmm, I think he's going to want to take it out on me. My mother added, "His frustration." "Seeing me with Donny and Mike will definitely turn him on," my mother added. Bobby may possess excessive information, yet his ardor intensifies after witnessing me with someone else. I was expecting sex from him anyway. The thing is, now...? He's going to find me with cum inside. That would have infuriated him, as is usually the case. But what he said on the phone was, "

My mother paused, the silence dragging on until I asked, "What did he say?"

My mother shrugged again, pouting before she said, "This could be something we could do together... You know... you... me... your father..."

I slumped back into the sofa, eyes on my mother, speechless at what I thought she was saying.

My mother grinned and opened her legs, a hand going to her sex.

"Mm, yes, I know," she breathed. "Absolute shocker, isn't it, Bobby?"

I gazed as my mother slowly teased her pussy, her fingers stirring my spunk.

"Let's see how it goes," my mother suggested. "But, maybe, I think it would be fun to have both of my men at the same time."

Lust

Sally was a young mother who was married and pregnant at the age of 19. At age 38, her tits were still rounded and firm, and the valley between them was narrow. They were full and tilted at the nipples, arching upwards when she stood. Her waist was very small, easily spanned by her husband's hands. Her curvy hips flowed into lovely long thighs and slender calves, and her ass was attractive and tight, well rounded, with silky smooth cheeks and a deep crack that drew plenty of admiring glances at the beach. Her puffy nether lips filled out the bottoms of the tiny bikinis she wore, and because she liked the way it felt, she kept her chest free of pubic hair.

Sally had been thinking about seducing her teenage son, Johnny, for some time. Ever since she went by his room one day and heard his moans as he masturbated, Sally had been contemplating seducing her teenage son, Johnny. She knew she didn't want all that delicious food to go to waste. Sally had grown up in an incestuous household—a little secret her husband had never found out—and knew that family sex was often the best.

The opportunity arose around Johnny's 18th birthday. Her husband, Dan, had to be away on business all week, and she knew Johnny was disappointed. If her plan worked, he wouldn't be disappointed for long.

On Sunday night, she told Johnny that he was going to have to wake her up every morning since her alarm wasn't working. She told him he had to make sure she was up, even if it meant coming into her bedroom and shaking her shoulder.

Monday morning, the seduction started. She had planned a slow process that she hoped would reach its climax, in more ways than one, on Thursday, which was Johnny’s birthday. Sally slept naked Sunday night, as always. When Johnny had to come in Monday to wake her up, the satin sheets made her nudity obvious. Johnny paused for a few moments, looking at his mother sleeping under the thin covers. Her 38-year-old body still looked firm, and her large breasts, easily visible under the satin, looked as perky as a woman years younger. Sally's blonde hair was spread across her pillow, framing her lovely, angelic face. Johnny soon realized he was growing erect as he stared, guiltily averting his eyes while he shook his mother's shoulder to wake her. Sally, who wasn't really sleeping, popped her eyes open and smiled up at him. She sneaked a quick glance at his crotch and was pleased to see the slight bulge showing his arousal.

"Thanks, honey," she murmured. "I might have slept all day."

"No p-p-problem, Mom," stammered Johnny, still feeling guilty. He quickly left the room.

"This is going to be easy," said Sally to herself.

The next morning, Sally made sure the sheets were wrapped tightly around her in a tangle when Johnny came in. The sleek satin closely enveloped her youthful body, clearly showing every curve. She might as well have been lying completely naked. Johnny paused even longer before he woke her, drinking in her beauty. This time he was fully erect by the time he left the room, and Sally heard him hurrying into the bathroom. She stole out of bed and slowly made her way to the bathroom door. Putting her ear up to the door, she listened closely to what Johnny was doing inside. Sally was rewarded minutes later with Johnny's groans as he masturbated himself to orgasm. She felt powerful, knowing that it was her body that caused her own son to jerk off. She lamented the day's waste but knew it wouldn't be long before she, not the toilet bowl, received his creamy spurts. She wasn't sure if she could hold out until Thursday.

On Wednesday morning, the sheets were in the same tangle, but Sally intentionally left one breast exposed. Johnny didn't know what to do; she could hear him gulping as he stared at the rosy nipple, which stuck out a beneficial half inch from her pillowy breast flesh. The young lad's cock was so hard it hurt as he tried to pull the covers up over her tit before he shook her shoulder. Sally had none of those things. She moved slightly as he tried, so that the other breast popped into view. She was now lying on her back, pretty much naked from her narrow waist upwards.

Johnny fled back to the door and tried knocking loudly, hoping to wake her without being right beside the bed. He thought she would appreciate the chance to cover up. Since Sally wasn't really asleep, this didn't work. She had stressed how important it was that she be woken up, so the obedient youth knew he had to wake her. His face turned crimson as he shook her shoulder, becoming even more red as she stretched, and his hand briefly rubbed against her breast. He pulled away like a scalded cat. She still didn't seem to be awake, though, so he shook her again, watching as her breasts slowly rolled as he shook her. It was an amazing sight for the young lad, and he almost came right then and there.

Sally stretched again and pretended to come awake. "Oh, Johnny, you wouldn't believe the dream I was having," she said huskily. "Why, Johnny, what's wrong? You're red as a beet."

"Um, um."

"What Johnny? What is it?" Sally pretended not to notice her nakedness.

"Um, your b-b-breasts, mom."

Sally looked down and feigned surprise. "Oh, sorry, Johnny. I guess I got all tangled up while dreaming. "When your father is away, I have the most erotic dreams."

"Mom!" gasped Johnny.

"Sorry again, Johnny; I'm still half asleep."

Johnny hurried from the room, and Sally heard the bathroom door close in a hurry. She didn't have to sneak this time; she was sure she knew what was going on in there. "He's not the only one who needs a little relief," she thought to herself, "as a matter of fact."

Noticing that Johnny had left her door ajar, she decided to wait and see if he came back for a quick peek. She threw the sheets to the floor and stretched her long, naked body, arching her back like a cat. Starting with her creamy, soft breasts, she began slowly arousing herself. Sally squeezed her titflesh firmly with each hand until the nipples stuck out even further than usual. "At least 3/4 of an inch," she thought proudly.

Slowly, she moved her right hand down over her belly, keeping the other one working her swollen mammaries. She patted her flat tummy, then sneaked her hand further down over her shaved mound until she could cup her wet cunt. She slid her feet apart, providing a clear view up between her legs, then eased a finger into her sopping pussycat and began slowly moving it in and out. Her left hand left her breasts and found her clitoris. Soon, three fingers from her right hand punished her gaping slit, while her left hand caressed her love button. She forgot all about Johnny for a while as she stuck her fingers as far up her frothy cunt as they would go. Her hips, moving with a mind of their own, were soon thrashing around on the bed as her orgasm got closer. She started moaning loudly, and her left hand became blurry as it stimulated her elongated clitoral area.

Johnny had finished in the bathroom more quickly than his mother thought. His guilt wouldn't let him jerk off. "It's my own mom," he thought to himself. "How can I come here thinking about my mom?"

He was heading back to his room, determined to get control of himself, when he passed Sally's room. He realized he hadn't pulled the door all the way closed and glanced in as he went by. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. His mother was splayed out on her bed, completely naked. In addition, she had both hands vigorously working away at her gaping cunt. Johnny couldn't help himself. He pulled his cock out of his boxer shorts and started slowly stroking it up and down. As his mother got more vocal, his hand moved faster and faster.

"OOH, AAH," she called out. "Oh, it's going to come; my cunt is going to come so fucking hard!" She quickly glanced at the doorway and noticed that her hand wasn't the only one blurring. Johnny's hand was moving so fast on his cock that it appeared to be everywhere at once. The size of his erect organ, as well as the knowledge that he was jerking off while staring at her, sent her over the edge. She started to quake as a mighty orgasm rocked her body, from her ankles to her eyebrows. As her head flew from side to side, her hair was flailing. Both hands are moving in unison now; her wanton cunt's desires took over all reason and brought her to the crashing climax she so desperately needed.

She wasn't the only one in the throes of ecstasy. Seconds after his sexy mother exploded in orgasm, Johnny did too. He had to pull his t-shirt down over his cock to catch all the jism spurting out of the end. His knees buckled, and he almost collapsed onto the floor.

By the time Sally calmed down, the doorway was empty. "I think we're all set for tomorrow," she mused. As she contemplated, a brief aftershock swept through her body.

When Sally got out of bed later that day, Johnny was gone. She stayed up late, waiting for him to return home, and became concerned when he didn't arrive at 1:00 a.m. "Did I push too fast?" she wondered. "Maybe he's afraid to come home."

She decided there was nothing she could do about it now and went off to bed. If he came home, she'd proceed with part four of her plan. If not, she'd find him, apologize, and sadly forget the whole thing.

Johnny was confused. He stayed out till after 2:00 and sneaked up to his room so his mom wouldn't wake up. His guilt was palpable, and he didn't know what he was going to do. The next morning, he slept through his alarm, waking up a half hour after he was supposed to wake Sally. He briefly forgot about the previous day's events, threw on his housecoat, and hurried down the corridor. He saw no point in knocking, so he burst into his mother's room and stopped dead in his tracks. She wasn't there. At least he couldn't see her. Sally had believed her son wasn't going to wake her, so she was in her ensuite bathroom. She came out behind him and saw him looking confusedly around the room. "He did come in!" she thought, and she felt instantly better. She was afraid she'd ruin their relationship for good. When she woke up and found he hadn't come in, she decided to forget her seduction plans.

The problem was that she was stark naked, and it wouldn't take long until her son turned and saw her standing there. What should she do? As Johnny slowly turned and saw his mother standing there in all her sumptuous glory, the decision was soon taken away. The events of the previous day swiftly resurfaced in his mind as he saw his mother standing before him, causing him to freeze. Not all of him froze, though. His 9-inch cock started to rise and, in no time, was sticking out through the front of his housecoat. That was all the incentive Sally needed. She quickly crossed the room, her tits jiggling like bowls of jelly, and hugged her son closely. Johnny could feel the heat from her heaving breasts through his gown, and he gasped as he felt her hand close around his erection.

"Mom?" he questioned.

Sally was afraid to say anything yet. She was scared that it could all still go wrong. Involuntarily, her hand started to move up and down on his cock while she stared into his eyes. After a few seconds, his questioning look turned into one of love and lust. She knew everything was going to be OK now.

"Happy Birthday, Johnny," she managed to say. "I hope you like your present, even though I didn’t have time to wrap it."

"Oh, Mom. I think this is the best present ever."

Now, Sally felt a deep sense of relief and began to move her hand more quickly over his hot cock. "Doesn't it feel better when someone else does this for you? I've heard you do this for yourself, Johnny. Since you arrived, I've heard your moans. I've been so upset when I thought about all that sweetness going to waste."

"Oh, Mom, you're so right. Nothing could feel better."

"Oh, I think you might change your mind about that before this day is over," Sally whispered, "but first I want to make you come this way."

Sally led Johnny, with his cock, to the king-sized bed. She tore off his dressing gown and pushed him flat on his back. Johnny lay there, unsure of what to do. His mother straddled his legs and took hold of his mighty cock once again. Her other hand stole towards her needy cunt, and she started slowly stimulating both of their organs.

Johnny didn't know where to look. His mother's heaving breasts looked delicious, but he'd never seen a shaved cunt up close before. Every detail lay exposed before him: the plump outer lips, the flowering, dew-coated inner lips, and the stiff clitoris were all available for his excited gaze. He decided to keep his eyes on the fascinating sight between his mother's long, slender legs, but that didn't mean he couldn't caress her pillowy tits with his hands.

"Oh, Johnny, oh, that's good, Johnny," his mother cried. "Squeeze those tits hard. Tweak those nipples, son; it feels so good." Sally started stroking faster. "Come for Mother; spurt your load, Johnny; spurt it."

Johnny thought he had died and gone to heaven. His whole body convulsed as he neared orgasm. "Milk it, mom. Milk that stiff cock."

Sally sobbed as she heard her son express his lust. She knew he was close. She also knew she couldn't let it go to waste. Her head bobbed down, and she looked right into his eyes, took the end of his fuck organ between her lips, and started to suck as hard as she could.

Johnny couldn't believe it. His own mom was sucking him for all she was worth. The sight of her lips curving around his cock and her cheeks caving in as she slurped sent him reeling. He screamed, grabbed her hair, thrust himself deep into her throat, and let go of the biggest load of his young life. Sally swallowed quickly, surprised at how deep she was able to take him. The sudden push had caught her by surprise, but her throat adjusted, and she felt the mighty gushes pulsing down, giving her a bellyful of creamy goodness.

Johnny felt like he was coming forever. Time and again, he deposited spurts of jism into his mother's vacuuming mouth. "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed. "Suck it all down for me, mom. My cock's coming into your sweet, warm mouth. Suck me!"

Sally did suck and swallow, but she couldn't keep it all down. Creamy whites leaked down the sides of her face as she stared deep into her spurting son's eyes. Soon his jerking thrusts stopped, and he collapsed, letting go of her long blonde hair. She mouthed his cock, keeping it hard. "It has more work to do yet," she murmured to herself. "The day is just beginning."

"How was that, Johnny?" Sally asked.

"Oh Mom! Un. Fucking. Believable."

Sally giggled and licked her lips. "That was quite a load you had ready for your mom, young man. And I thought you were avoiding me."

"Never again, Mom." I thought you'd be ashamed of the way I felt about you and your sexy body."

Sally gave his cock a quick squeeze to let him know how wrong he was. "How about repaying your horny mom? I didn't come yet."

"You mean it, Mom?" Johnny started easing his cock toward her gaping hole.

"Not so fast, young man," admonished Sally. "My love tunnel may be ravenous for your hard fuck-meat, but first you need a little training in pleasing a woman."

Sally climbed up her son's body until her cunt was right in front of his face. "Have you ever sucked a pussycat?" Johnny asked. Have you ever felt a gush of sweet juice all over your mouth?" Secretly, she hoped the answer was no. She wanted all of her son's best sexual experiences to be with her.

"Never Mom. But I'd sure like to try."

"Try it, Johnny." Slide that tongue into my slot as far as it will go. Use it like a little cock. With that tongue, fuck your mother's cunt."

Tentatively, Johnny brought his tongue out. He grabbed his mother's silky buttocks and dragged her gash closer to his mouth. Raising his head slightly, he buried his face into the very opening that had given him life, thrusting his tongue in and out like a cat licking the cream from the bottom of a bowl.

Sally shrieked. "You're a natural honey. Suck that cunt. Lick all around in there. " Oh, Johnny, it feels so good. So fucking good." Sally let him slurp and lick for a few more minutes, then covered his face with her frothy cream. "Now, Johnny, that little sharp knob at the top of my cunt deserves some attention. "Could you find it with your tongue?"

Johnny nodded, too excited to pull his face away from between her legs.

"OK son. Take that little bud in your mouth and suck on it like I sucked your cock a few minutes ago. Ooh, yes. It's just like that! Suck it and flick your tongue across it at the same time."

Johnny's hands were all slippery from his mother's juices, and he was having a difficult time holding on to her quivering ass. As he sought a better purchase, his middle finger found its way to her brown rosebud. Sally gave him a stern look, as if she had just experienced an electric shock. "Oh, Johnny, what was that? It felt so good!" Excited that he had found a way to please his mother, he pushed his finger inside her hot, buttery anus. Sally started bouncing so hard that he could hardly keep his mouth in place. "Oh Johnny! Stick that finger in deep and fuck my ass with it. Ooh, I've never had a finger in my ass before, but I know I'll want it again now that you've shown me how wonderful it can feel."

Johnny glowed with pride. He was more determined than ever to give his mom the best cuntlapping she'd had in her life. He sucked her love button into his mouth and started moving his finger in and out of her back entrance. He then put his other hand's three fingers together and inserted them into her slick cuntal channel. Using his hands like pistons, he worked his sexy mother into a frenzy. First, his right hand pushed deep into her cunt, then withdrew as his left hand forced his finger into her asshole. His hands sawed back and forth, while his mouth kept its delicious contact on her engorged clitoral area.

"Ahhhh!" Sally screamed. "Oh my God, Johnny! My cunt, my fucking cunt. It's going to happen." My fucking cunt is... is... coming. It's fucking coming." If Johnny's hands hadn't been buried deep in his mother's holes, he could never have kept his mouth on her dripping slit. As she shook in orgasm, Sally started bouncing her luscious ass almost a foot off the bed.

"I wonder what it would be like to have my cock in her when she comes like that?" thought Johnny. He became eager to find out. Surely, after all this, his mom wasn't going to deny him his deepest desire.

After what seemed like an hour, Sally's convulsing cunt finally started to relax as her orgasm subsided. Her eyelids fluttered as she strove to maintain consciousness. "What a glorious come," she muttered, making Johnny smile yet again.

"Oh Johnny. I bet your cock's as stiff as a rock."

"Sure, Mom," said Johnny proudly, "just look at it."

"Oh my gosh, Johnny, it's huge." It seems to have grown another inch longer. Is that because of me?" she questioned.

Johnny's throat was suddenly dry, and he could only nod. His eyes were glued to the sight of his mother's cunt, which seemed to pulse with a life of its own. It seemed to be beckoning his cock. Slowly, he moved his body up between his mother's legs. As his cock got closer to her cunt, Sally decided to tease him a bit.

"Johnny You're not planning anything else, are you? After all, we sucked each other off. Isn't that enough? You weren't planning to fuck your own mother, were you?"

The look in Johnny's eyes was too much for Sally. She knew she'd never denied him, but he looked so sad. He obviously believed the fun was over. Johnny didn't talk, but he did keep slowly moving his cock closer to the heaven it sought. Suddenly, he was so close that another millimeter would bring the leaking head of his erect cock into contact with Sally's outer cuntlips. Johnny stopped. He could never bring himself to force his mother to accept his cock inside the tunnel that had birthed him.

Seeing his uncertainty, Sally suddenly felt guilty. "It's OK, Johnny," she whispered. "I want this as much as you do. I want you to use my cunthole for its main purpose. I want to feel your hardness pushing inside me."

For Johnny, that was the last statement. Johnny inserted his member into his mother's wardrobe without waiting for her to reconsider. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It seemed at home there, as if it should remain forever. A frustrated Johnny squawked and rushed forward to give his amazing mom a bear hug. "Oh Mommm. My cock is inside you, inside your cunt."

Then Sally grinned. With a warm, damp vagina encircling his cock, Johnny's hesitations vanished. Your mom has a big heart, and I can sense it in Johnny. However, is that your sole intention for its use? If you gently squeeze it in and out, it will feel great.

"Are you certain, Mother?" Can you really believe you're inviting your own son into his mother's cunt and fucking you? In Johnny's mind, teasing could work in either direction. His mother seemed really excited to visit again.

"Well, I've already internalized what you said," Sally grumbled. Sally arched an eyebrow and said, "My cunt is also hungry for a taste." "Did you feel that, Johnny? Feel my horny hole begging for your jism?"

As Johnny flexed, his member contacted his mother's cuntal sheath, which was rippling with pleasure. "OK, Mom, hold on, 'cause I'm going to fuck you till you drop."

Johnny delicately removed his organ from hers, and Sally could feel the vacuum. He took it out, but the bloated tip was still inside. As he glanced below, he noticed his mother's cunt's lips pressing against the cock's ridge, right behind the head. He inserted his cock again with the same deliberate slowness, this time pushing up till his organ rubbed against Sally's arched clitoral area. The following time, he moved a little quicker, and soon enough, he was spitting out his cock at a rate that looked to surpass one hundred miles per hour.

Each thrust was met by Sally with an equal and opposite response. Keeping up with her powerful son pushed her hips through their paces, and she relished every moment of it. Her rear end sprung off the bed as he pressed down, giving her a powerful jolt of stimulation and penetration. "Oh, Johnny, you're so hard in there—so hard and deep in my mother's fuckhole." "Fuck that cunt hard, Johnny; fuck it as hard as you can. Make it come. Make it happen.

Johnny was even more startled to hear his mother speak like that. He wanted to gauge her reaction if he followed suit. While Johnny was speaking, he felt his climax coming on, but he wanted his mom to come first. "Move that ass, mom. Swivel those hips and take my mother's fucking cock deep inside. Use your cunt and make that cock spurt thick gobs of come." "Come all over that cock, Mom. Coat my dick with your slippery girly-come, just like you did my fingers."

While discussing his mother's previous arrival, Johnny had a revelation. He deftly traced his hand down her delicate hips and subtly placed it beneath her. The next time Sally lowered her ass, she felt Johnny's finger enter her anus. Mother shrieked as Johnny inserted his finger and cock simultaneously into her two holes. Rejoice, not suffer. "Oh God. Oh Johnny I'm coming. Your mother's cunt is coming hard. Fuck me, son; fuck both my holes. Ram that stiff pecker into my cunt. Ooooh, Johnny!"

As she moved her ass all over the bed, her rippling vagina firmly grasped Johnny's member, drawing him deeper into her embrace. Equally tight was the grip her rosebud asshole had on his finger. Her orgasm rolled in like a freight train that couldn't be stopped. The ecstasy spread throughout her body, starting at her cunt and ass. As she tossed her head from side to side, her hair whipped around, her ass humped, and her limbs flailed. Her only words were "Coming, coming, coming," which she repeated endlessly. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, nearly passing out from the overwhelming feelings her son was giving her. This was the most uncontrollable she had ever been.

Johnny's own impending climax was set off by his mother's orgasm. His creamy come began to pour into her writhing cunt. His body had taken over and wouldn't stop thrusting, even though he was afraid he might damage her. Over and over, Johnny's cock squirted as he pounded into her like a jackhammer. The intensity of his pleasure seemed to grow with each spurt, until he felt as if his head were about to explode. His breathing became labored, and he began to pant for air as if he were a fish out of water. As he dipped what seemed like a gallon of water into his mother's humping channel, he arched his back to dig himself deeper into her sticky hole.

Sally could feel every thick spurt as it struck her closet walls, even in the midst of her climax. She felt him pour in until she couldn't contain herself any longer. She felt his come seep out of her as she humped and wiggled, and it reached his pushing digit. The creamy substance slid down Johnny's finger and into her buttocks. She went into overdrive the instant he got his ass into her again, and she arched her back to extract every last drop of pleasure from it.

Almost simultaneously, they went limp after pushing themselves too far. With his cock softening and plopping out of her cunt, Johnny slouched down and rested his head on her plush breasts. It still shocked him that he had fucked his mother and that she wanted it as much as he did.

He embraced his mother tightly as he exclaimed, "Oh, Mom! What a fantastic birthday present!".

While whispering, Sally added, "Your birthday's just begun, too." His finger in her ass had sparked a myriad of new fantasies in her narcissistic mind, and the sensation was too wonderful to be a one-time event. "Let's go have breakfast; we need to build our strength back up after that amazing fuck."

As he began to put on his robe, Johnny stood up. "Son, let's not worry about clothes just yet," Sally whispered. "They'll just get in the way later."

As she strode out in front of her child, Sally spun around and wriggled her rear end. Her bosom fluttered as she pivoted to encourage him. It was a beautiful sight, and Johnny agreed with her that it was best to remain nude. Quickly, he pursued her.

Johnny seemed to be watching Sally as she leaned over to load the dishwasher after a substantial meal. Her attractive legs framed her cuntlips as she leaned over, and he could also enjoy the sight of her rosebud asshole. A low-volume Sally whispered, "I'll show him something I bet he's never seen before." Sally began to flex her anal ring, which she used to blink at her son like an eye, and said, "Let's see if he's ready for the next step." Johnny gaped in shock. Despite the allure of his mother's cunt, he couldn't help but think back on the time he stuck his finger inside her anus and felt how tight it had been. As his penis began to rise, he recoiled in his chair to avoid becoming trapped beneath the table.

Suddenly, Johnny's face turned red. Having naughty thoughts about his mother's back was as bad as fucking her cunt and mouth. Sally tried to understand his confusion by understanding his thoughts. When she asked, "Johnny?" he snapped out of his daze. "Johnny, what made you stick your finger in my ass when we were upstairs just now?"

"I don't know, Mom; it just seemed like the thing to do. Was it wrong?"

Johnny, there was absolutely no problem; in fact, I quite enjoyed it. It prompted me to contemplate:

I don't know, Mom. "Were they coming to the same conclusion?" Johnny inquired with a hint of optimism. "He silently pondered the matter.

"Well, it made me wonder how something bigger would feel in my ass." Sally thought she had assessed the situation accurately, and his cock-twitching reaction validated her suspicion.

"How large do you believe would fit?" Johnny proceeded to tease. "

To be honest, I'm not sure. To find out what works, retrieve the KY jelly from the restroom.

Johnny sprinted to the restroom and back, his cock bouncing against his stomach the whole time. He dared not think about what lay next.

Sally leaned over the kitchen table, stretched her long legs, and glanced back over her shoulder as she said, "Squirt some on your hand, lover, and lube me up good."

Johnny massaged his mother's ass-pucker with a large glob of jelly, and then, after a few minutes, inserted a finger and began a light fucking motion, saying, "That fits pretty easily, Mom; I think something bigger will go in."

Sally offered him a banana from the table and said, "Try this now." He nodded, and Sally added, "I think so too, honey."

Johnny wasn't exactly planning on using a banana, but he had to give in to his mother's demands. He coated the fruit with slippery jelly and brought it up to her side. Observing her son's expression, Sally thought, "If this goes in, my cock is next." And she was right. Johnny focused on gently inserting the banana's end into Sally's ass, trying not to hurt her. They were both surprised by how smoothly it glided into her buttery opening. Sally managed to hide her discomfort from her teenage son, who wanted her cock in there just as much as he did.

Her voice trailed off when she said, "I bet your cock is really hard after watching it take the banana so easily." Johnny, wouldn't you love to slide your long cock in there next?

Johnny stutter-spoken, "You b-b-bet Mom." "That is, if you're comfortable with it."

"It sure is, lover. Give me your man meat; give it to me right up my horny ass."

Sally lewdly spread herself out on the table for her child, pulling her ass cheeks apart. As he gulped, Johnny drew forward, his cock almost touching the crinkle of her anus. As her son's firm cock started to press against her searing ring, Sally gasped and held her breath. As Johnny watched his mother's back begin to embrace him, his eyes widened in shock. The ring gradually loosened its grip before finally giving up. His member entered his mother's private area. He persisted in applying gentle pressure without pausing, and before he knew it, his entire pecker was wedged into that narrow gap.

Sally began to buck the table as Johnny said, "Stroke that ass now; fuck that ass with your hard meat." Sally had never experienced the sensation of a firm cock up her ass before, but she was amazed by how comfortable it was. Get your mom to come over, pour your heavy cream on top, and then wait for me to return.

"Mom, I understand. As the adolescent began to carefully move his cock in and out of his mother's tight hole, the unbearable heat emanating from her ass made him vow to fuck the asshole till the cows came home.

My arse won't crack under the strain, my darling. Take it easy, as you did when you rode my cunt before, Johnny. Do what's right by that shit-chute. Mash the meat into it.

In an effort to satisfy his mother's incessant demands, Johnny gripped her ass cheeks and spread them wider apart, making it easier for himself to thrust his hips with longer, faster strokes. "I'll make your ass good, Mom; I'll make you come good," he said, his voice dripping with frustration.

Sally enjoyed the idea of her son riding her ass. She wondered why she had waited so long to encounter a cock in this way. It was wonderful, and she could practically feel him going all the way to her belly. She massaged her erect clitoral area with her right hand while her son's hands were free. Her left hand also found its way to her cunt, and she shoved three fingers up that slippery hole, making her ass even tighter for her teenage son. In no time at all, she felt the beginnings of her approaching orgasm. "Oh my, Johnny, I just can't help it. My privates are smoldering. In a second, I'll be right over there.

Johnny unleashed his pent-up energy in a burst of powerful thrusts, sending his mother careening off the edge. Sally let out a long, loud scream as her body trembled with pleasure. She began to flail about on the table, gasping for air, as her young son repeatedly drove his cock into her ass. Her emotions overwhelmed her, and she lost control, letting out squeals and cries.

Suddenly, Johnny screamed out, "Here it comes, Mom; here comes the thick cream you wanted." As Johnny furiously pounded Sally's asshole, she fell nearly comatose across the table. "Here it is, right up your tight fucking ass," Johnny hissed angrily as his cock began to spray blood into his mother's rear orifice. "Take my spunk, Mom; take it up into your bowels," Johnny said with pleasure.

Sally thought she had reached her limit, but the intense surges of her son's milky discharge propelled her to new heights. Johnny feared her scream would scare away their neighbors, but Sally reappeared, flailing about as if possessed. She was, in fact, possessed by her desire for her son, who is still quite young. "Oh my god, Johnny. Why did we wait so long to do this? You're an excellent fuck; on a frequent basis, I long for the sensation of your firm cock in one of my holes. However, we must take extreme care to ensure that your father remains unaware.

"My mother, O my. I promise to protect your privacy if we are able to do this again.

Yes, we will repeat it. The moment is not yet perfect, though. At the moment, your mom is exhausted and might use some sleep. OK lover? How about we take a nap in my room?

"Okay, Mom." Johnny considered going for another round, but he chose the long haul over the short. He was so exhausted that he dozed off the moment his head hit the pillow in his parents' bed, completely oblivious to his exhaustion.

After a few hours of sleep, Johnny noticed he was alone and heard the water running in the shower. The thought of his mother standing naked in the water roused an old urge, and he began to gently stroke his member before deciding he didn't need to satisfy himself in that way anymore. He grabbed a towel and hurried to the restroom.

Johnny, your dad called you just now," Sally said as she peered out the door as she heard it open. Leave the airport behind him; he's heading home. We need to tidy up, so he has no idea what's been happening.

After Johnny's disappointment, Sally felt sorry for him and said, "If we move quickly, we should be able to squeeze that cock a little bit." Johnny had hoped for one more fuck before his father arrived. However, you'd better get here quickly.

“Oh, Mom, could we?” "Oh, Mom, could we?" Johnny inquired, feeling his dickey swelling once more. "

After what felt like an eternity, Sally finally got an answer that made her smile. "Sit down on the toilet lid, and I'll give you a suck you'll long remember."

Sally sat down in front of Johnny, protecting her privacy from the cold floor with a towel. Leaning forward, she inserted the flared cockknob into her mouth, delicately flicking the sensitive underside with her tongue. Johnny sat down and scooted his hips forward, allowing his mother full access to his private parts.

"My gosh, Mom, that's great. What a wonderful little cocksucker you are.

For reasons that should be readily apparent, Sally was unable to respond verbally. Instead, she locked eyes with her son and began bobbing her head from side to side, each time lasting only a few inches. What truly captivated her, though, was the sensation of the cock head—so smooth and powerful—that she longed to experience again. This time, she wanted his knob to lay on her tongue, allowing her to savor every last drop of his creamy load. Realizing she needed to get him off her feet quickly, Sally decided to test whether his preferences were similar to hers.

While Johnny was distracted by his big-titted mother's skilled sucking, he was unaware of Sally's finger lubricating her cunt and then sneaking it up to his posterior. "Mom? I'm sorry, I didn't notice." "What's happening?" he inquired."

Sally swiftly responded by pushing him. Her finger, drenched in juice, discovered the opening and slipped inside his clenching asshole. "Mom! My darling mother! Johnny let out a horrified cry.

Sally guessed it wouldn't take long now before he let loose, and she was ready based on his reaction. She bobbed her head quickly a few more times until she felt the head of her horny son's cock expanding in her mouth. Pulling back until only the end was inside, she sucked mightily and was rewarded with a huge gush of sweet taste. Johnny tried to thrust deep like before, but Sally pulled back, keeping just the knob of his spurting cock in her suctioning mouth. She started to moan as she tasted his creamy delivery. Dropping her hand to her cunt, she had to rub her clitoral area only a couple of times before she too felt a sweet release. As she approached, Sally humped her ass and began squealing around her son's cock, leaving him in awe. "Oh, Mom, you're right. This sucking will stay with me for a long time.

"Mmm, me neither," Sally mumbled, removing the deflating cock from her mouth while rinsing off the remnants with her tongue. "But hurry now; get in the shower and get rinsed off." Your dad is on his way home.

Johnny lingered over his mother's naked body on the floor for a while before tearing his eyes away and leaping into the shower at the sound of the front door opening. Sally sprinted to the bedroom to get dressed and make the bed, and she finally looked forward to her husband's next out-of-town trip.

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