Two Weeks
A revelation incites a mother-son project.
FRIDAY:
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Rebecca Jefferson kissed her husband, Dwight. She nuzzled his patchily bearded chin with her nose, her one hand rubbing his flabby chest, and her other the lump in his groin. He may have been well past his prime, but he was all hers. Now if only she could get him to give her another baby.
"Good morning, sexy," she muttered in the sexiest voice she could muster.
"Hmmm...???" he muttered sleepily.
"How about we work on making that baby?"
"Huhhh...?" he asked briefly before returning to snoring.
Louder this time. "I said..."
Five minutes later, she stepped out of bed, grumbling. Feeling chilly in the late November morning, she threw on her pink robe over the sexy blue baby-doll that had failed her, and tied it taut. Shaking her head as she took one last glance at the snoring man on the bed, she slowly closed the door shut and began quietly shuffling her way to the stairs. At the bottom, she smelled coffee and saw her son, Roman, waiting at the island as soon as she got to the doorway.
He was standing and sipping his coffee with his back to her, wearing his usual tank-top and boxers. As usual, she took a primrose moment to enjoy the thick, rippling muscles of the back, shoulders, glutes, and thighs of her robust young man. Her mind couldn't help but imagine the muscles being put to vigorous use as he plowed whatever cheerleader of the month he brought to his room. Her imagination only had to provide the visuals, as she had heard the audio track just last afternoon. She could not have imagined that any man, especially after the demands of a rigorous football practice, could beat up a pussy so consistently and for so long. The steady pounding of a headboard laid the rhythm base, the plateaus of the whines and moans of a coed filled the sound, and the loud thwacks and shrill screams punctuated several climaxes.
Being a cool mom, she had always been amenable to his trysts, just as long as he, one, used protection, and, two, his father never found out. With time, at her behest, he had delineated more and more details of his couplings to her rapt, encouraging attention.
Still, he had never done the deed while she was in the house. Yesterday was the first time that the 18-yr old had given her a live recording of just what he had been up to. Later, just before Dwight's arrival, still sweaty and reeking from the dizzying musk of a good fuck, the boy stood close to her, towering above her. Far too turned on by her son's sex life, she had tried to defuse the tension with a joke.
"Well, I really enjoyed your recording session."
Rebecca couldn't help but shudder as she remembered his answer, delivered with a look that she would never forget.
"Well... good. It was an audition tape I made expressly for you. Did I make the cut?"
Aside from its flirtatious effect, the boys remark referred to his perennial scheme of replacing his father as her breeder. It had started as a jejune comment, sprouted into a recurring inside joke, and eventually a shared fantasy. Yet, while she enjoyed the thrill associated with, for example, the discovery of multiple, nearly bursting used condoms in his trash, she would never take the final step. She was Dwight's and he was hers.
But that didn't mean that she couldn't sample the goods. Glancing once more at the empty stairs to make sure they were alone, she untied her pink robe and walked into the kitchen slowly.
"Good morning sweetie," she announced.
"Hey mom... oh wow..." the teen began to mutter and gawk at her as soon as he turned around.
Rebecca's ears pinkened as her eyes looked towards the boy's boxers and found the rapidly growing bulge she expected.
"Eyes up here, Your Hardness," she giggled, teasing him.
"S- sorry. You just look really sexy, that's all."
"You're a sweetheart. You don't look... bad yourself," she trailed off, her eyes having moved onto his bulging arms.
"Thanks," the teen muttered as his mother slipped into his embrace, his nose in her red hair. "Mmm... you smell good too."
"So do you sweetheart..." Rebecca muttered, her forehead pressed against his shapely pectoral. Despite being two decades older, she always felt like a little girl in the arms of the well-built teen. He had slipped his hands into her robe and was luxuriating in sampling the fabric of her baby-doll. She kept her eyes peeled for the stairs; however many ways she rationalized these increasingly frequent embraces, Dwight likely would not agree.
"Is dad coming downstairs?"
"No... he's still asleep."
Roman laughed as he looked down at his mother, "Guess it must have been all that baby making sex."
Rebecca looked up at him and scowled in disapproval, even as she couldn't help but snort. "Oh ha ha. Don't be mean to your father. He had a long week."
"What an idiot..." the boy muttered as the boy stroked and groped the cellulite of her exposed buttocks.
"Roman!" she gasped disapprovingly. Her racing heart felt like it would beat out of her chest.
"God... and on the Friday off on a long weekend too." The teen's green eyes pierced into hers, "I wouldn't let my girl out of bed at least until noon."
"Why not?" the housewife whispered, her heart racing as the boy's fingers played with her panty straps. Poking out of his boxers, the teen's fat pussy-spreader throbbed vigorously against her tummy rolls. Despite being inexcusably familiar with the sensation of her son's fat glans weeping hot precum onto her bellybutton, Rebecca still found her son's endowment bewildering.
"Because if we're trying to make a baby, I'm going to make sure we succeed."
"Oh.. I see... this is about that hare-brained idea of yours."
"Of ours. You're just too chicken."
Rebecca pouted at the boy's toothy grin and pushed him away.
"You're too much..." she muttered as she opened the refrigerator.
"What? You know you wanna try me out..." the teen asked as his eyes goggled at his bent over mother's plump posterior, her robe parted courteously for his viewing pleasure.
"You rascal. We can't do that."
"Why not?"
Rebecca put down the last of the ingredients to look at him. "Um, because I'm married to your father, Romeo, and we made a promise to be faithful to one another. Until death do us part?"
The boy's face hardened and he looked away for a moment, conflicted.
"What?" she asked, surprised by the severity on the teen's usually jocular face.
He then made eye contact with her again, "What if he didn't keep up his end of the promise?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know his secretary, Megan?"
"The redhead?"
"Yeah. He's been... well..."
"What?"
"Fucking her."
"Wha-? This isn't funny, Roman."
"Unfortunately, I'm not joking."
"I don't believe you."
"I have proof."
Rebecca studied the pictures on the phone, her eyes wide and her lips pursed as she flipped through what must have been at least 50 pictures. She wasn't sure how much time passed, but soon she heard Dwight creaking down the stairs.
Dwight neared the bottom of the stairs to find the two redheads both entranced by a phone screen.
"Good morning! What are you guys looking at?"
Ignoring the squeeze in her chest that felt like a heart attack, Rebecca slowly looked up and smiled, "Oh, nothing."
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SATURDAY:
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Roman stood at the door, feeling like he was going crazy. Recently, he had drawn up the courage to finally show the mother he'd longed to fuck for years the evidence of his father's longstanding infidelity. She had responded with surprising equanimity. She made her usually incredible French toast with love and care, and the remainder of breakfast went accordingly. Afterwards, he got picked up by a friend and left his parents to their day off. When he returned late that night, he found his parents congenial over a delicious dinner his mother had prepared. After his father became smashed from the wine at dinner, she had wordlessly walked him up the stairs and put him in bed with Roman's help.
As they walked out of the master bedroom, he tried to come on to her as per their ritual. However, she pushed him away and shook her head. Before she walked away, she had only said that she needed to think. He went to bed, but did not sleep much, and even heard his mother sneak back up the stairs and into the bedroom on Saturday morning. His ploy had backfired; his mother now wanted nothing to do with him.
Fortunately, his luck changed after breakfast, when they wished Dwight well on his weekend camping trip.
His mother watched as the car went out of sight before closing all the blinds and locking the door. He would never forget the look in his eyes as she turned to him and said two sentences to him:
"Give me five minutes. Knock and then come into your bedroom."
Heart pounding and cock throbbing, Roman knocked on the door.
"Come in," he heard his mother reply.
Roman swung open the door and walked into the room. His eyes went wide.
His mother was on all fours on the bed, her completely naked ass in the air. Gone were the pink robe and slippers she had been sporting so recently. He could hear his heart thud in his ears as his eyes feasted on her uncensored labia, puckered asshole, and shapely buttocks.
"Oh my god... mom?"
Rebecca turned around to look at him, her face horizontal, framed by her loose red hair. She blushed almost immediately. She asked him demurely: "are you just gonna stand there staring all day, or are you come help me make a baby like you offered?"
Roman smiled, shuddering with excitement at her question. He quickly shucked his shorts, revealing his underwear, now bulging with his diamond cutter.
"Fuck yes."
Rebecca couldn't help but stare as the teen slowly shed his tight boxers, letting his monstrous shaft spring up. His dark T-shirt was ample contrast to the pale shaft, wrapped in tortuous, dark blue veins. The head, a deep, angry purple, throbbed and drooled menacingly in anticipation of its impending task. As he approached her, the boy stroked his hard-on with the bulging muscles of his right arm and the sizeable muscles in his thighs flexed with each step. The handsome, freckled, boyish face of her sweet baby contrasted with the rippling six-pack and throbbing pussy-stretcher of the stud coming to breed her. A deep pit formed in her stomach and she had to look away.
Was she making a mistake? Sure, Dwight had broken his vows to her, but should she? No - fuck Dwight. She had to get even. And she wanted a baby, damn it.
The boy climbed onto the bed as he shucked his T-shirt, almost drooling. Almost by instinct, he traced the pale, smooth skin of the buttocks before him as they tapered down towards a winking butthole and swollen, dark labia. Thanks to his many prior girlfriends, it a familiar preamble to the delectable ritual that followed. However, even though it was flabbier and less defined than what he was accustomed to, this one felt particularly sublime. Certainly, he had never been harder.
"God, you're beautiful, mom."
Rebecca didn't know her face could get this hot. "Umm... thank you, sweetheart... ummm.. I've been wond-... umm I mean... oh! What are you doing?"
"Making sure you're wet..." the boy muttered as he used the flesh of his index finger to gently stroke her already sodden opening.
"That's... mmm... gossshhhh... there's lube on the desk... ohhh fuckkk..." she moaned, surprised by the teen's expert touch.
"More never hurts. Although... doesn't look like I'll have to work too hard."
"Shut up..." Rebecca parried, giving him a light donkey kick, his joke greatly lightening her heavy heart. She said sarcastically, "You're going to make me change my mind..."
"Sorry... sorry..." the boy chuckled. Both of them knew, however, that he was not wrong. He lubed up his truncheon and placed the head at her outer walls, stroking them before entry. "Ready?"
"Y-yeah... wait! Are you sure you wanna go through with this? There's no going back you know... what about the ethics of the situation?" She muttered looking back at him with a concerned look he had known for years.
The lad sighed and rolled his in a manner that was equally familiar to her. Heated about the interruption of his upcoming penetration he couldn't help himself.
"Are you fucking kidding me??? God yes! Fuck ethics - I really really want this. I just need to know you're good."
She giggled, "Language..."
"Sorry..."
She smiled at him, "It's cute how excited you are." She looked away again and straightened herself on all fours, staring at the wall as she took a deep breath. "Okay. I'm good. Go ahead."
The lad wasted no time pushing the glans into her opening, relishing the warm, wet pressure. The partners couldn't both help but hiss at the contact. The lad continued after the intense feeling subsided. Before long, he felt the resistance rise, causing him to push a little harder. Soon a few inches slipped in until the glans again knocked against another resistance.
"OHH!!!" Rebecca's left palm instinctively shot out behind her and pressed against the lad's hard abs.
"Are you okay?" the boy paused.
"Yes, yes... sorry... just surprised. Try again."
The teen tried again, his head swimming from excitement. He fed his mother the first few inches of his thick erection, relishing her mellifluous moans and whimpers.
Rebecca felt like she could barely breathe. Her pussy was on fire as it stretched to house the largest glans that had ever come knocking. She was glad that she was wetter than she could ever remember, and as the lad slowly massaged her walls, the pressure and discomfort melted into a pleasant warmth that grew stronger and stronger.
The teen licked his lips and his eyes rolled back in his head as his fever-pitched cock was being coiled by warm, tight, and forbidden pussy. Punctuated by the sounds of his groans and her sharp breaths, the pleasure slowly engulfed more and more of his shaft. Soon he felt a quick squeeze that pushed him out, causing a clear froth of fluids to drip down Rebecca's thigh.
"Oooooh!!!" Rebecca grunted as she fell to the bed, her hips shaking involuntarily. She gulped in air as she felt relief from the intense sensations that had just come before. Soon she felt the warm head of her son's dong at her clit as he smacked it against her. This caused the paroxysm to return and made her hiss.
"Ssshhh!!! WOW... what... was...that?"
"I donno... girls like it when I do that after they push me out."
"God... it was kinda like an orgasm... but... I donno..."
"Yeah, maybe..."
"Jesussss... fuck... how those little coeds of yours take this fucking thing I don't know."
"Language."
"Shut up," she donkey kicked the teen again as he chuckled. She couldn't help but laugh either.
"Okay, okay..." he lined up the head against her opening once more. "Ready again?"
"Jeez.. yeah I guess... go slow..."
"Yes ma'am..." the boy sighed as he slowly slid back into the warmth of her tightness. The stamina he had cultivated from his precocious experience nearly failed him and he was so close to emptying his painfully swollen balls. What if this were the only time he could partake of this forbidden pleasure? No. He would at least make her come - his bold seduction would be worth it if she kept coming back for more. He squeezed his pelvic floor and reined in his jit with gritted teeth.
While the son did his best to keep the union going, the mother was overwhelmed with sensation. Clutching the bedsheets, her face red against the mattress, she didn't know how much longer she could take this.
"Fuckkkk... ohhhhh.... ughhhh... I feel... oh! Like a... fucking... virgin again... argghhh..."
The teen had been staring at their union, hypnotized by how his mother's pink labia clutched his thick pipe every time he withdrew, leaving a trail of white, frothy fluid on the pale shaft. The formidable diamond-cutter would then slowly sink back inside, stopping only when it'd feel a spasm of resistance and hear the accompanying yelp as it bored through. The combination of the sight of her pale moon-shaped ass, the heady smell, her increasingly vulgar talk, and the frequent spasms upon his penis made him finally close his eyes, as the sensation was nearly too much.
"Godd... mommmmm... I can't..."
"Ughhhhh.... Romann..... ohhhhh... I'mmmmm... uhhhh... OHHHH!!!!" Rebecca's groans loudened until she screamed.
Roman grunted as his mother began to desperately rut her hips against him, her walls squeezing his over-sensitized schlong relentlessly with each spasm of her intense climax. He could no longer hold back the volume of baby batter that had been simmering in his balls. Just as his screaming mother began spraying him with her own love juices, the first rope jutted out of the teen's over-sensitized vas deferens, making him throw back his head and roar.
"AUGGHH!!!"
The teen's lifechanging orgasm shattered his mind, and his gentle thrusts became more bestial as he mated. The painful distension of innards, filtered through an already mind-bending orgasm, wracked the housewife's body in spasm after spasm, making her scream shrill murder with each one. The teen's grunts eventually turned into whimpers as the pleasurable ropes of jizm would not cease spurting out from his yawning piss-hole. On and on it went, with the desperate fornication slowing only gradually until it collapsed in a heap.
The spasming vagina finally evicted its ferocious invader, the now stretched-out hole oozing the frothy result of its recent fucking. Roman's spear, covered bulb to a few inches above the base in same white fluid, still throbbed at full size, even as its tip still spurted the final ebbs of its climax. As is customary for lads his age, he was ready to fuck again.
The housewife rolled to her side in a fetal position as the surfeit seed slowly trickled out her and onto the inside of her thighs. The teen's mind desperately tried to capture the erotic scene. She still panted into the pillow, but as the adrenergic drive cooled, tears began to well in her eyes. She could only mutter one sentence.
"I want to be alone right now."
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SUNDAY:
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Rebecca woke up when she felt the morning light in her eyes. She reached over to her husband's side before realizing he was still gone for the weekend. Then, she remembered the pictures of his infidelity, and what he had done. Then, as she sat up, she then noticed the soreness in her core, and remembered what she had done. Feeling a deep pang of guilt, she couldn't help but ring him.
"Hello?" Dwight replied over a fuzzy connection. There was the sound of laughter from a group of guys.
"Good morning, honey."
"Good morning, babe... so... what's up?"
"I... nothing. I just wanted to hear your voice."
"Sweetie, if it's nothing important, then I better get back to it. I'll see you later today?"
Rebecca pressed her palm to the phone as she couldn't help but croak out a deep sob. Weakly, she muttered, "Okay, hon. I lov-. Goodbye."
"Wait, babe are you okay?"
"Yeah." Rebecca intoned coldly as she ended the call and threw the phone aside. Suddenly, she heard her door knocking. She wiped away her tears and sat up.
"Come in."
"Good morning, mom," the boy opened the door and, garbed in his usual boxers and shirt, walked in with a tray.
"What is this?"
"Breakfast."
Rebecca couldn't stop laughing as she looked at the shoddily cooked meal.
"What? You didn't say a word to me for the rest of the day - I was worried that... I donno," the boy shrugged as he set the tray on the table beside her, sitting down on the bed beside her.
Her heart ached as the lad's face fell a bit. She touched his face with the palm of her left hand, her pink nails lightly stroking his fine, red beard.
"Aww... sweetie, no I'm okay, I promise. After all, I'm the real adult here, and I agreed to this little idea of yours."
"Was it so bad?"
"No! No... I mean... it was just... a lot."
"It was pretty exciting..." the teen muttered, smiling with a dreamy expression.
Rebecca giggled. The boy never failed to lift her spirits.
"What? It wasn't?"
"Of course it was, silly. You just make me laugh, that's all."
"I love making you laugh."
By now, the two of their lips were just inches apart and green eyes gazed into green eyes. Roman closed the gap and pressed his lips to hers. Even as she sighed her moral defeat, she couldn't help but kiss him back. Finding her enthusiastic, the teen couldn't help but slip his tongue into her mouth. Having practiced through innocuous kisses that lasted longer and longer over the years, the coupled shared their first unbridled embrace. The teen's hands had journeyed from her bare thighs, up into her nightie, and around her bare waist.
"Mmmm... ohh... Romann..."
Rebecca felt the gentle massage of warm fingers on the areas just outside her mons, relieving the residual soreness from the opening up the day before. Without interrupting the massage, the skilled lad soon had climbed onto the bed and was now pushing his mother onto her back. Before long, the housewife felt her son's barrel through his boxers pressing against her underwear.
"W-wait..."
Roman briefly broke their kiss, his eyes gazing into hers.
"What? I know you want this too..."
"I- I... we're just doing this for the... baby, remember? We can't make a habit of this, sweetie... it's not... right..."
Roman began kissing and nuzzling the soft of her neck as he fed the head of his breeder out of his shorts, under his mother's thong, and against her opening.
"Mmmm... yes, exactly... it's for the baby... like I said, I want to make sure we succeed..."
Rebecca felt dizzy. Her heart was racing faster than she thought possible and her drenched sanctum yearned for the thick battering ram prodding at her gates. Suddenly, the fat head popped in without warning, bringing along a few thick inches, stretching her already sore pussy.
"Yeow!" the jolt of pain brought Rebecca's senses back and she pushed him away.
"Sorry..." the lad sighed, panting.
"It's okay..." Rebecca muttered, trying not to look at the massive erection throbbing just under the hem of his shirt. "Like I said... it's just a... lot. I don't know if it's right..."
"I mean... we already had sex, what's the problem?" the boy pouted, clearly frustrated.
"Well, that's just it... you've already given me the baby..."
"I appreciate the vote of confidence, but we both know that there's no way of knowing."
"Well, I'll check in two weeks, and then we'll know."
"Okay, and if then it doesn't work out, we can try again??"
Rebecca had to giggle again at the eagerness in his eyes, "Wow... you almost sound like it you want us to fail?"
"What? No! I just- I meant-"
Rebecca mussed his hair, smiling gently at him, "I'm just teasing kiddo. I get it... I know you've been attracted to me for a while. What horny teenage boy would pass up an opportunity to ball his mother?"
"Is it just me? Don't you want me too?"
The vulnerability on the boy's face mixed with the sexuality every pore of him oozed made her chest ache. She had to look away, "Babyy... that's not... I don't... I just don't know... your father..."
Roman gently grasped her freckled face, compelling her green eyes to gaze into his, "Fuck him - he's a cheater. I know it's not just me. Tell me I'm wrong and I'll get out of here right now."
"You're not wrong... but I'm your mother... we can't..."
"It's just for two weeks. Just for the baby. Like you said," the boy grasped her small hand in his and began laying gentle kisses on the back.
"Just two weeks?" Rebecca whispered, shivering from the kisses that had now moved up her arm and onto her shoulders.
"Yeah... we may never get a chance to do this again... don't you want to make some good memories?" the boy muttered, as his lips now moved down her flank and was soon at her groin.
Rebecca heard the boy inhale deeply and groan before laying down kisses against her thong that made her tingle. She felt the thong slide down and her nightie slide up, and soon the experienced youth was kissing her unprotected vulva and gentle lapping at her sex with his tongue. Unaccustomed to cunnilingus in her marriage, the sensation initially made the leery housewife stiffen, but the warm pleasure building in her nether regions slowly dissolved her defenses and she melted.
"Ohhh Romann... waitt... your father's coming ba... ohhh..."
"Mmmm... mommm... you taste and smell so good..."
"Ssssss.... oooohh... babyyy... feels goodd..." Rebecca whimpered, scratching her son's scalp with her pink fingernails as he ate her out.
Roman lapped hungrily at the forbidden, sour juices that flowed for him. While he'd always enjoyed the taste of pussy, there was something rich, yet familiar about one that had birthed him into the world. He too briefly wondered when his father was coming back from his trip, before leaving it to fate and returning to his possibly-once-in-a lifetime opportunity. After all, how could he pass up hearing the same honeyed voice that had sung him lullabies now sing him tributes of ecstasy? Sure enough, within a few minutes, he smiled triumphantly as he heard her shriek and felt her walls spasm around his long tongue, buried deep inside her vault.
"Roman!!! Mmmmpphhhh!!!!!"
Once the housewife's climax passed, she returned to her plateau as her eager teenager relished the juice she'd made for him and worked to send her to her next climax. Half an hour later, Rebecca's sweaty face and chest were a beet red as she whined the latest of her rising pleasure into the nook of her left arm. Her right arm clutched her marital bedsheets from the torture of ravishment. Below, between her shaking legs and bucking ass, lay her son, now completely nude. He ignored the cramping in his mouth as he gave as much pressure to the contact between his tongue and her sex as possible, letting her hump against him. Before long, the teen was relieved to hear his mother's orgasmic screams, his own sex throbbing patiently to be tagged into the morning's proceedings. As her climax went on and on, he began to plan the next steps.
"Ohhhh myyyyy GODDD!!! Mmpphhh!!!"
Rebecca's vision faded as she squealed into the pillow and her hips bucked with the fading waves of orgasm. She saw Roman push up her nightie until everything south of her belly button was completely exposed, but lacked the presence of mind to comment. Only when she felt the teenager's thick breeder stretch her open did she speak.
"Ohmygosh! Ohhhh... babyyy..." she moaned softly, surprised that the previous pain was gone.
"Mommm... you feel so goodd..." the teen rasped, as he slowly slid in deeper into the drenched pussy.
"Oh fuckk... ngghh..." Rebecca groaned as the boy slowly went deeper. Her right hand reflexively reached out against his stomach, stopping his progress.
Roman gently grasped her hand, "Don't hold me back. Trust me."
"Okay... please be gentle... you're huge..." the housewife whimpered, as she felt the boy's lean abdominals ripple under her touch. She pulled back and began gently massaging her mons, increasingly flushed and swollen from her slowly building arousal.
"When you say more, I'll give you more."
Still embedded within, the teen climbed over his mother until they were in standard missionary. He continued to thrust slowly in and out, limiting his depth to what she was comfortable with. He began nuzzling her neck and sucking at it, leaving faint, pink hickeys.
With a thick sugar-stick expertly dicking down her sanctum, the feeling of a large, manly body pressing her into the mattress, and tender kisses, Rebecca slowly became lost in a libertine trance. She sought the youth's lips with her own, and soon they were locked in a passionate French kiss. Mother or not, she had to hand it to her boy; he knew what he was doing.
Indeed, Roman continued to press his mother's depths, feeling her slowly relax and encompass more and more of him. Before long, he felt her deep spot open and her caution slowly dissolve into need.
"Deeper..." Rebecca whined as she felt something deep within her awaken. It was hungry and it needed to be filled.
Obliging, the lad pushed her legs back onto her and got onto his knees. In this modified missionary, the lad continued to gently push more and more of his billy-club into the overstretched gash.
Rebecca didn't realize it was possible to be worked so deeply. The sensation was overwhelming; it was almost too much to bear. With knitted brow and gritted teeth, she watched with wide eyes as the teen's enormous probe slowly continued to somehow disappear into a pussy that felt like it was already about to burst. Eventually, the progress of the pale shaft would stop just as the thick cap of the battering ram began to push at her resistance, making her gasp and cry out. After he was satisfied with the progress, the teen would, just as slowly, withdraw, the freshly lubricated inch of shaft freeing itself from the squeezing, prolapsing cavern.
Neither partner knew how much time had passed, but eventually, Roman's balls gently pressed against his mother's butthole. Rebecca's eyes rolled into the back of her head. Both were drenched in sweat and flushed pink from the arousal, their ample juices making their union slick. He rolled his hip, causing his glans to massage his mother's anterior fornix, the sensation making him groan. The intense sensations were just too much, and the hardest orgasm of her life struck Rebecca without warning.
"DEEEEP!!! Uhhh... fuckkkk... ROMAN... oh! Ohh god... ohhh.... ohhhhh...oohhhh my fucking god yes! Fuck fuck FUCCKKK!!!!! I'M COMINGG!!!!"
The teen smiled through gritted teeth and blinked away the sweat in his brow as his mother's whole body announced her chart-topping orgasm. He steadily continued deep-grinding the pussy that wrapped around him tightly in intense spasms, his sweaty forehead touching hers as she groaned and grunted breathlessly. Eventually, the spasms pushed him out and his partner retracted to the fetal position, shaking. Her newly stretched out vagina oozed the frothy result of their copulation and her orgasm onto the bed.
"Ohhhh... goddddd...." Rebecca whimpered as her pelvis shook from the overwhelming paroxysms. His knees making deep dents where her husband usually slept, her son gently rubbed the head of his cock against her opening as it oozed her cum, patiently waiting for her assent to resume his labor of love. Instead, her cellphone blared the personalized ringtone for her husband.
"Ah fuck.. it's dad..." the teen groused as his mother pushed him away and sat up, wrapping herself in the sheet, as if suddenly naked.
Rebecca took a deep breath in through her nose and tried to calm herself as she let it out through her mouth. She tried not to think about what Dwight would say if he were a fly on the wall right now.
"Ahem... um... oh hi honey..."
"Hey babe. I'm gonna head over now."
"No!" Rebecca yelled, almost instinctively. She tempered her tone, "Wait, so early?"
Dwight responded warily, "Yeahh... I just want to make sure you're okay. Why what's up?"
"Nono nothing... I'm fine baby, don't leave your friends."
"It's okay, I'm already in the car with the key in the ignition. See you home for lunch!"
"Oh! Um... yeah... okay, see you then."
Roman watched his mother end the call and put the phone back on the desk, "Aw... he's coming back early, huh?"
"Yes, he just left the place, so it'll be about 90 minutes."
"Excellent... plenty of time to finish..." the lad grabbed the sheet from her shoulders and threw it aside, revealing her sex-flushed body. He gently put her on her back and placed his weeping glans against the stretched-open vagina. This time, when he pushed, he slid in with minimal force.
Rebecca felt like her consciousness had lapsed over the last 30 seconds. Whatever resistance and panic she had was crumbling in her hunger to be fucked again.
"Wait, no... ohhhh... babyyy... your father."
"I'm not giving up my shot today to fulfill my promise to you - I'm going to fill you up, mom," the teen said reassuringly. While the roiling in his balls confirmed this was most certainly true, he left out the part where he also wouldn't let anyone steal away even one extra minute of getting to fuck the matriarch and make her come repeatedly, harder than she ever had, in her wedding bed. He fucked her with slow, short, smooth strokes, helping her build her arousal before he plumbed her depths for her climax. The steady pace of their obscene union made a squelching sound that punctuated the quiet room.
"Ohhh... fucckkkkk..." Rebecca whined, as her hands transitioned from pushing on his abs to massaging them encouragingly. Within a minute, her eyes were again rolled into the back of her head once more as she felt the teen's balls slap against her ass.
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MONDAY:
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"Godd... it felt like... the deepest massage. Like... a knot in me relaxing that I didn't know was there..." Rebecca said dreamily, lying back on the creaky twin bed as she sighed into the phone.
"Yep... pretty good description. No wonder your voice is hoarse, sweetie."
"It is, isn't it? It was like... he cast a spell. Even with Dwight on his way, I let him... finish inside me. I... finished a few more times too..."
"Atta boy, Roman. Definitely been there. Let me guess... spontaneous laundry day afterwards?"
"Haha... yep. Had to... the sheets were... drenched."
"Teenage sons and their middle-aged moms will do that. Did Dwight comment on the smell?"
"No, but thank god for Febreeze - at first, the bedroom stank like Roman's room after having his girlfriends over. Not that Dwight's smell's that acute. All he asked about was the tray with cold French toast on it."
"Haha - idiot. Well, I for one am so happy for you Becca. I told you Dwight's no good. And that Roman's... delicious."
"I donno, Krissie... I'm way in over my head here..." she muttered, staring at the discoloration of the wall behind the headboard from the repeated trauma.
"Yeah, it's pretty intense. Wait until you're used to it enough to let him really go at it."
The thought made Rebecca's heart race and she tried to put it out of her mind. "Uhhh... well, it's just... I... isn't it wrong?"
"Isn't it wrong to lie about how you really feel?"
"Yeah, but what about our oaths?"
"Well... part of that deal is keeping us satisfied. Sounds like Dwight got lazy like Doug did by the end. Are we wrong to seek fulfillment? Worse, he's cheating on you!"
The front door slammed shut. She heard her son's voice: "I'm home!"
"Oh shit, I think he's home again."
"Oh boy... from what you've described of your current outfit, bet you five bucks he'll be bulging in those shorts of his when he sees you."
"Kristen! This was your suggestion!"
"What?! I agree with Roman. You've already done the deed and made the pact for him to get you pregnant, right? You might as well just get to work and enjoy it, honey."
"This is nuts... no son should hear his mother... scream like I did yesterday..."
"Unf... any son who can make his mother scream deserves to. Fuck I'm turned on - now I've gotta go find Garrett too. Let's not waste anymore time prattling on and go get that good dick."
"Oh my god! You're absurd! This stays between us right?"
'Well of course. What's our unofficial town motto?"
"I'll keep your secret, if you keep mine."
"Bingo. Bye hon."
Rebecca walked out of the teenager's bedroom to the top of the stairs. She yelled, "I'm up here. Come to your room!" She returned to the room and sat down on the bed, awkwardly trying to position herself sexily while trying not to nervously fidget with the silk fabric. Within moments, she heard someone bounding up the stairs.
"There you are... damn...."
Rebecca blushed as her son gawked at her, wondering if she really could collect those five bucks from Kristen. Her pink negligee, a neglected anniversary gift that was basically transparent, and the omission of any underwear had produced the expected bulge, throbbing obviously even through boxers and denim jeans. As she stood up, the lad could see everything through the garment, from the large pink areolae hanging off her sagging breasts, to pale stomach folds around her belly button, to the light fuzz overlying her swollen mound.
"Hi sweetie... I feel so silly... this was Mrs. Bunker's idea."
"Silly?! God damn mom, you are so fucking hot..." the teen opined as he walked up to her.
"Thank you sweetie..." she giggled, very pleased at his reaction. Kristen knew her well. She wrapped her arms around him, looked up into his face, and slowly touched her lips to his.
With the weekend's practice behind them, the couple slowly transitioned into a passionate French kiss and heavy petting. With only brief pauses in their tongue-lock, Rebecca had the teen's jeans and boxers pooling around his ankles and his shirt hanging off the chair within a minute.
"Mmm... fuckkk... mmm... baby... your body..." Rebecca moaned in between kisses as her hands ran over his rippling lats and abdomen.
"Ughh... mommmm... I want in you..." the teen rasped, his glans wetting the thin fabric of the negligee as it prodded her belly button, searing the flab of her middle-aged stomach.
"Patience!" She giggled and pushed the teen back onto the bed.
"Ugh, I can't wait! I want to fuck you as long as I can, mom." the teen griped as he sat at the edge of the bed, resting back on the palms of his hands and jutting forward his pelvis. His thick, long shaft bobbed invitingly.
Rebecca laughed, "While I love it sweetheart, your... endowment is pretty intense sweetheart. I don't know how much I can take."
"It'll get easier with time."
"Yeah maybe..." Rebecca muttered. She couldn't help but lick her lips as she gazed at the specimen that her changed her life recently.
"Wanna taste?"
"Like... a blowjob?"
"Yeah?"
"I donno... it isn't technically part of baby making," Rebecca countered half-heartedly, even as she fell to her knees.
"Well, technically, neither were your orgasms," the teen said, grinning.
"Shut up..." Rebecca pouted at him, her small left hand grasping the middle of the cock, with over an inch between her thumb and fingers. She pulled down gently, making the fat glans stand up proudly, drooling clear lubricant down the shaft.
"Mmm... feels good..." the boy moaned at the coolness of her hands and the metal of her wedding ring. "Like I said earlier, nothing wrong with making some... mmm... amazing memories."
Rebecca instinctively began stroking the shaft with her left hand, always happy to please her little boy, "You're giving me too much credit... I'm actually pretty inexperienced."
"You and dad don't...?"
"No... he doesn't like it - comes too fast."
"Well, you know I won't."
"Cocky as always..." she teased, although she couldn't refute him. Sunday's events had given her personal a taste of the teen's preternatural stamina. The housewife placed her right hand gently on the lad's glans and pulled downwards, coating the shaft with the boy's ample lubrication, until it met her left. She observed the amount of cock that lay outside her hands and wondered how it had all fit inside her the day before.
"Ohh momm..." the teen groaned as he watched his mother stroke his cock, her pert eyes belying both her unfamiliarity and her excitement. Her bimanual handjob reminded the boy of the time he had watched her churn butter when she chaperoned one of his field trips to the prairie reenactment, down to the way she twisted her fists on the pole. Just like that time, he was hypnotized by the undulating movements of her breasts, although his younger self could have never imagined her in a pink negligee pleasuring him in his own bedroom after school.
"Babyy..." Rebecca cooed, staring at the enormous pecker just inches away from her, as she intently pleasured her son with both of her hands now gliding expertly to cover the whole shaft. The soft squelching noise of the handjob, the boy's moans and pants, and her own heavy breathing were the only sounds in the room. She relished the strain in his handsome face, especially as she twisted both of her hands about his sensitive tip.
Soon, the desire to please him and her curiosity got the best of her. Placing her hands taut against the base of his penis, she brought it close and licked the ventral surface, from middle to tip. She was rewarded with a salty flavor and an accompanying groan of approval from the teenager.
"Aw fuckkk... god that's hot..." the teen moaned as his mother pleasured him. The same thick lips that had puckered up every morning to kiss him goodbye before school now stretched over his fat glans, drool and precum dripping from their corners. The surreal vision was too hot, and he had to close his eyes and reassert control.
Rebecca slowly moved her head back and forth with a gently twisting motion, massaging the tip of the boy's shaft with her lips while her tongue lathered the glans, claiming its bubbling precum. When the effort of stretching her mouth open made her jaw sore, she released the cock and continued placing tender kisses down the ventral surface. Once rested, she returned the boy's tender glans into the loving embrace of her lips. The musky, virile smell and the boy's tortured reactions made her dizzy and horny; she was shocked to find, despite her growing breathlessness, her sustained enthusiasm for the task.
His mother's awkward but sincere ministrations, combined with the sheer taboo of the situation, had the teenager groaning and squirming like it was his first blowjob all over again. The boy started gently thrusting in his hips into her mouth, and suddenly, thoughtlessly, he placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed down. It was only when he heard her cough and pull back did he realize his mistake.
"Fuck! Sorry, mom..."
Rebecca panted and coughed, eyes red and watering. "It's... *cough*... okay..." After a few moments, she caught her breath, and was happy to have her head clear again. "We're getting too distracted anyway - let's not forget our primary mission. Your father'll be home soon."
Roman cursed at himself silently for ruining the sublime experience, but as he watched his mother climb onto the bed and straddle him, he couldn't really be mad. Within seconds, she had the head of his breeder at her opening and slowly began to sit down.
"Ohhh... Romannn..."
Dwight pulled into the driveway next to his wife's car. He looked into the empty living room, frowning. He had been expecting his wife smiling at him, like virtually every other time he had come home early. It was just another unusual behavior for her ever since he had left for the camping trip. Was it something he had said?
He closed the front door and hung up his keys, shucking his shoes. He walked into the kitchen and found no one there either. "Rebecca? Roman?"
Just then, he heard a faint noise from above. Had the house not been so quiet, he would have missed it. Perhaps they were upstairs. As he approached the stairs, the sound grew louder, a repetitive, knocking sound. When he began climbing the creaky stairs, the sound stopped. It sounded like it had been coming from Roman's room.
Meanwhile, Roman was trying to be quiet as possible as he heard the footsteps thunder up the stairs. He gently released his mother's left tit from his mouth and removed his left hand from her flushed, sweaty chest. He heard the door knock.
"Roman?"
"Hey dad."
"Have you seen your mother?"
Roman looked up at his completely naked, sweaty, and sex-flushed mother. She was sitting atop him, her thighs digging into the bed on both sides of his pelvis, with her snatch stuffed to the brim with his cock. Her eyes were wide and she had covered her mouth with her hand.
"Uh..." Roman stalled as Rebecca urgently pointed outside. He continued, "Oh... uh I think she went for a walk."
"Oh, all right. Guess I'll take a shower until she comes back. By the way, what are you doing in there? I keep hearing noises."
"Oh just doing some exercises... glute thrusts," Roman said for his father to hear. He sneered as he rolled his hips upward, massaging his mother's deep spot.
Rebecca's eyes grew wide and fluttered. She grabbed a pillow and moaned into it until the intense sensation passed and then slapped the boy, whispering angrily to him, "What are you doing?! Idiot!"
"Sounds good son. See ya later."
His plodding footsteps continued to disappear in the hallway before both mother and son heaved a sigh of relief.
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TUESDAY:
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Roman shut the front door as he shucked off his shoes.
"I'm home!"
Within seconds, Rebecca appeared in the foyer, wearing her tied-up pink robe, her hair up in a ponytail. She had the dreaded look of petulance that Roman had seen many times before, with the crossed arms to go along with it.
"You're late."
"Sorry, mom! I missed the bus - Troy had to drop me off after he finished flirting with Holly. So... um... in my room again? I padded the wall behind the headboard so there won't be any sound... except what we make, of course."
"Why'd you miss the bus?"
"Umm..."
"It's another one of those girls, isn't it?"
"Yeah..."
Rebecca frowned and looked away, "I don't know. Your dad could be home any minute. He almost caught us yesterday!"
"Okay, maybe we just need a venue change - how about the granny flat? I've... used it before, and it's pretty secure."
"No. I know you have, and it's not," Rebecca groused, although she couldn't help but take pleasure in the lad's surprise. "Yeah, I'm still your mom. Besides, we're still remodeling that into a new office. There's nowhere safe, Roman - can you imagine what your dad would do if he caught us?!"
"He can do whatever he likes... as long as he stops interrupting us..." Roman sighed, rock hard in anticipation, as he looked down at voluptuous woman he had secretly desired for years, and had come to know intimately over the last few days.
"That's not funny..." Rebecca scowled and turned away. "I think he's already suspicious something's up. I knew this was a bad idea!"
"Woah woah... sorry... I was just kidding. Look, I don't think he has any idea," Roman soothed her as he turned her back towards him and took her in his arms. Towering over her, he kissed her with a confidence borne of having slaked her pussy. His hand stroked the skin of her upper back through her robe and began to massage her trapezius.
"I... mmm... that feels good..." Rebecca sighed.
Soon, they were locked in a passionate French kiss. Between kisses, the boy expertly pulled his mother with him to the piano room, backing up until he felt cool leather on the back of his legs. He sat back onto the couch, bridging slightly to pull down his shorts and boxers to free his throbbing manhood.
Rebecca licked her lips as her eyes feasted on her favorite new toy, and accessory rippling abs and muscular thighs. She pulled up the hem of her robe, exposing her pantyless loins, and walked forward until her legs straddled her son's. She sat down gently, hissing as she felt the hot cock squash underneath her swollen labia. She began grinding her hips slowly, using the barrel of the thick erection to massage her moist introitus. She placed her arms over his shoulders and bunched up until their faces were just an inch apart.
"God... you are such a bad influence."
"I'm so sorry," the boy muttered sardonically, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Wow, the contrition is written all over your face," Rebecca teased, smiling at her handsome son's flirtatious grin, before she pressed her lips to his again. She moaned as she gently sat down, his glans burrowing its way in.
"Ohh mommm..."
Rebecca slowly moved up and down, using the lad's fat knob to dig a fuck tunnel for the rest of him. Their embrace went on for minutes, her tongue dancing with his, her skin cooling his wandering hands, and her pussy drooling lubricant as she humped him. When she had taken him halfway, she shivered and a sensation radiated out from her core into her spine and her body. Sweaty and panting, she gently grinded him at this depth, taking a little break.
"Mmmm... we haven't... ohh... sat together here in so long,"
"Yeah... fuck you're wet, mom... we can hear the car from here."
"What... ohhhhh... are we going to say when father does get here, mister?
"Mmm... we'll just say you're playing your sonatas. One of those concerts you used to do for me."
"I'm so out of practice."
"Bet you could be tickling those ivories in no time."
The boy gently grasped her hips and pulled down slowly. She gasped sharply as she felt her pouch reaccomodate to the latter half of her boy's size. The rapidly entering mass displaced air, making her queef. Already, it had become easier and easier to take her son's cock; she hadn't even needed his oral gifts today. Before long, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt her buttocks touch his muscular thighs.
"FUCK!!! Ugghh... you fill me up... ohhhh... sooo muchh. Feels... uggh... like you're tickling my ovaries instead, stud... urrrggghh..." Rebecca groaned as she gingerly used the lad's fat glans to stir her deepest parts with rolling motions of her hips.
Thirty minutes later, the same glans drooled precum as it squeezed out by a spasm of its now familiar host. Her pink-tinged chest clearly visible through the barely donned robe, Rebecca whined at the sense of emptiness as her right hand desperately reached below her. When it grasped the fat, slime-covered cock, she aimed it at her opening and sat down once more, now in the reverse cowgirl position her son had requested. As her eyes rolled in her head once again, her right hand returned to her son's thigh, its French tipped nails digging into the rippling muscles to deal with the intense sensations. Her triceps flexed and relaxed as used both arms to control her slow thrusts up and down.
"Ohhhh... babyyyy... mmm... yesss yesssss... oh fuck sweetieee... it feels so goooddd..."
Roman was entranced by the heart shaped ass undulating before him. He was quite familiar with it, having imagined it intently through a multitude of skirts and mom-jeans, while he listened to his personal concerts. He never expected, however, to see it unclothed, cellulitic, and sweaty, as it clapped against his abs. The camel-toe that he had been lucky to glimpse on occasions when Rebecca was feeling generous now hugged the base of his thick dong, leaving a slimy white trail with each upstroke.
"Ohhh fuckk... mommm... I'm gonna blow."
"Ohh mee too... sweetieeee..." Rebecca whined frantically.
Just then, the familiar sound of Dwight's car pulling into the driveway interrupted their tryst.
"Ah fuck..." the teen muttered.
Rebecca's heart began racing. She immediately stood up, her pussy briefly prolapsing as it squeezed out its recent guest, a translucent string of liquid still joining them.
The front door unlocked. Dwight sang out, "I'm home!"
As Dwight put away his keys, Roman stood up and quickly pulled up his boxers and shorts. He pulled one of the couch pillows onto his crotch, trying to hide the absurd, throbbing bulge in his fly. His underwear was already soaked with the fuckfluid on his cock and he hoped the moisture wouldn't reach his shorts.
Meanwhile, Rebecca frantically tied down her robe as she sat onto the piano bench and opened up the keys. She managed to tie up the robe just as her husband entered the piano room.
"Oh there you guys are... what are you doing in here?"
Shaking off her pre-orgasmic jitters, Rebecca began nonchalantly playing arpeggios, trying to sink into her robe, so that her husband wouldn't note the obvious sex flush on her face and chest, "Oh... Roman wanted to hear me play for a bit. Home early again huh?"
"Megan had to leave early... I'm kinda useless without her."
Rebecca slammed two diminished chords on the keyboard before standing up. "I see. Well I'm going to take a shower," she stated sternly before heading for the stairs.
Roman watched as his father followed his mother, stammering pleasantries. He shook his head at his father's obliviousness. He sighed away the tension and excitement of again nearly being caught, and stood up, still bulging in his shorts. He rearranged the pillows and was about to leave the room, when he noted the shiny evidence of their lovemaking that his mother had dripped onto the shiny piano bench. He quickly wiped it away and smiled.
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WEDNESDAY:
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Fifteen. That was Rebecca's count for the number of times the blond waif in the cheerleader costume had casually touched her son during their short conversation. As she watched them embrace, his enormous frame ensconcing the tiny co-ed, Rebecca squeezed the parking brake until her knuckles went white.
"Thanks for picking me up, mom," her handsome teen said as he opened the door. He was dressed in a sleeveless jersey that showed off his bulging deltoids and arms.
"My pleasure sweetheart. So... who was that?" Rebecca asked, trying to be casual as she drove onto the main road.
"Who?"
"That blond girl in the cheerleader costume you were talking to."
"Oh, that's Kelsey."
"Kelsey, huh. So this is why you missed the bus yesterday, huh?"
The teen grinned, shrugging his shoulders, "Maybe."
"I see. Are you fucking her?"
"Not yet... she invited me over this weekend... who knows what'll happen?"
"Yeah right..." Rebecca huffed, nostrils flared.
"Hmmm... is somebody jealous?"
Rebecca mocked indignance, "How dare you? Why would I be jealous of some JV waif? I used Pleasant High's varsity captain my junior and senior year, you know?"
"Woah... really? No way..."
"You don't believe me?"
"Prove it," Roman challenged her.
Thirty minutes later, the top of Rebecca's high school cheerleading outfit was bunched up against her neck, revealing her naked, bouncing breasts. She also was wearing the knee-high socks that went with the costume. Her left leg lay flat on the bed, and she was currently pulling back her right, trying to touch her chest with the fabric-covered knee. The skirt of the costume had been pulled up to her waist. Below, her pussy was fully visible and currently being fucked with abandon by a thick teenage cock.
"S-see? I'm still... oooff.... f-flexible. Oh... FUCK!" The angle let the boy's dig even deeper against his mother's fornix, making her howl with pleasure.
"Ughh... that's so fucking hot, mom..." the teen groaned, his eyes wide, trying to take in the incredibly sexy sight before him. His left knee was dug into his bedsheets as a steady anchor. His right foot was planted onto the bed, powering the strokes that were making his balls thwack against his mother's mound.
Rebecca's own eyes were trying to capture the sight of the nude stud fucking her. The boy's already prodigious muscles were unusually pumped from the practice and he reeked of sweat and masculine musk. The lad's post-practice stench had been a turn-on for Rebecca since her youth; it reminded her of the way Robbie Matthews helped her "stretch" Thursday afternoons at his house after their teams had to share the same field. The memory was now being replaced, more than twenty years later, with another high school football jock that was better endowed and a much better lay.
"Ah! Ah! Ooooh... eek! Oh fuck! Babbyyyy... I'm... I'M..." Rebecca's cries accelerated and glissandoed into a higher pitch as her climax approached. Her son reached down and pressed his lips to hers just as her orgasm hit and she screamed into his lips. "MMMMMPHHH!!!"
The teen gritted his teeth and fucked hard to give his matron the best climax possible. The thwacks of their desperate rut became wetter and sloshed as the frothy mix of their union began to bubble with fresh woman-cum. The housewife's intense orgasm made her walls push out the youth's breeder after the peak of the climax and she began to quake. Eventually her moans and cries softened to heavy panting before she finally caught her breath.
"Oh fuckk... you wonderful boy... now come up here... now let me show you the other thing I'm gonna beat that little bitch Kelsey at."
The boy wasted no time in shuffling up until his dong covered the midline of his mother's sweaty face. Rebecca stared at the enormous shaft, just inches away from her face, smelling of the sour but heady stench of their copulation. The whole pole was covered in whitish rings of fluid that her ecstasy had produced. Without a thought, she began licking the base of the shaft. The salty, musky flavor made her take another lick, and then another, and soon she had her hands wrapped around the base of the shaft as she lathered the cock with her tongue. Before long, she had her lips stretched around his glans stroking back and forth as her tongue lashed the underside of the head.
"Ohh goddd... mommmm..." the boy rasped. As his mother's stretched open lips slobbered over his knob, her big green eyes looking at him full of love, he could barely even remember Kelsey's name.
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THURSDAY:
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"Thanks for picking me again, mom," Roman said as he clicked his seatbelt.
Rebecca drove out of the pickup area. "Didn't feel like taking the bus today? Not like you had after school stuff today."
"Maybe I just wanted to see you," the teen muttered as he placed his hand on the hemline of her short skirt.
Rebecca was giddy to see that her combo blue skirt and tightly-fitting gray blouse with a plunging neckline had successfully captured the teenage stud's attention, but she continued to play it cool: "Very smooth, Romeo. Does little Kelsey know you're saying things like this to other girls?"
"She doesn't mind if I say it to my mom..." the teen whispered, even as his hands snuck under her skirt and caressed her thighs.
"That's because she doesn't know the type of things that you do with your mom."
Roman laughed, "That's true."
"Where is she anyway? I was surprised not to see her fondling you today." Rebecca had her eyes on the road, but her hand and her mind were currently centered on the bulge in the boy's jeans.
Roman laughed, "She has debate club today. And we've got a date this weekend, anyway. So you really don't mind me seeing her?"
"Look... I'm your mom, I'll always be possessive of you. But, no kiddo, I'm happy you've got a great sex life - certainly, I'm very happy about the practice you've gotten."
"Thanks, mom. Although... I wouldn't mind some more practice..." the teen gently redirected his mother's free hand to his tented crotch.
"God does this thing ever take a break?" Rebecca asked, fishing the erection out of the fly of his jeans.
"Ughh... not around you, momm..." the boy groaned as he watched his purple glans ooze lubricant just above his mother's clutching fist.
"You don't have to flatter me, Romeo... you're already getting a handjob."
"Well, maybe I'm hoping for more," the teen grinned suggestively as his own fingers now played with her panties.
"Oh no you don't, mister," Rebecca wagged her finger, "it's really late and your dad's expecting us home soon."
Ten minutes later, Rebecca's fingers gripped the leather of the backseat, her arms straight, supporting her torso as she rocked her hips in tune with the massive teenage boner pounding her snatch doggy style. Her long, red hair swayed back and forth, a few strands stuck to her sweaty face, as she looked back to watch the glistening abs of the teen stud behind her.
"Ooooooh!!!," she squealed, "Don't you stopp.... fuck me!!"
The teen grinned through clenched teeth and slapped the already red skin of her buttocks. Then, just below her bunched-up skirt and on the side of her pulled-aside panties, his fingers dug in for grip. He then began to slam into his lover with steady thrusts. With each one, his thick plum paused just past her introitus at the beginning, drilled through inches and inches of sodden housewife pussy, and stopped only at the deep spot he had been the first to discover. On and on it went as he licked his lips and reveled in the thrill of feeling his own mother's orgasmic contractions and her desperate shrieks of relief.
"ROMANNNNN!!!! OHMYGOSSSSSHH!!!!!!"
The minivan bounced back and forth comedically and the housewife's scream pierced the empty back parking lot of the library. Roman was the one who had suggested the location; with the noise from his copulations falling on empty buildings at this time of day, it had served him well. Unfortunately, someone was watching and listening to the proceedings from the second floor window.
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FRIDAY:
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"You're sure? You have to be fucking sure!"
"I'm so sorry, Dwight. I... wouldn't have called if I weren't sure. I'd recognize your old, beige Mercury Villager anywhere, but the plates gave it away. And... I saw a red-headed woman get out of the car to finish dressing up and then drive away."
"God she brought Roman home super late - I knew something was up! What color was her dress?"
"Blue top, gray skirt?"
"Oh god."
"I'm so sorry man." Alex tried the leave out the sheer length and raucousness of the affair. Whoever was seeing to Rebecca had done so with great ardor and great endurance. And, if her wails of ecstasy to were to be believed, she was quite a fan.
Dwight wailed out loud, "Oh god! Alex! How could I have let it happen? I'm going to be sick!"
"I'm so sorry man. I never thought Rebecca would... I mean she loves you..."
"Who was the asshole with her?!! Did you see the motherfucker??!"
Roman grinned as his mother sped away from the school, her hands already massaging his lady-killer though his shorts.
"So, feeling sick, huh?" she smiled at him disbelievingly.
"Oh yeah - I've got Ebola for sure."
"Smartass," she smacked him on the arm. "I donno how I feel about you missing school for your... afterschool project. We have all weekend again, remember?" she muttered, even as she undid his shorts and boxers.
"No, we don't. Dad texted me. He told me to cancel all my weekend plans for some 'family time'."
"Wait, what?!" Rebecca was now gently stroking her son with a tight fist.
Roman sighed, shivering from the cool metal of his mother's wedding ring, "Ohhh yessss... umm... no I donno that's what he texted me."
"No he's got that business trip of his. I'm sure he wouldn't miss an opportunity to fuck that slut of his."
Roman noted his mother's mothers fury as manifested by her tightened grip and accelerated pace, both of which his penis greatly appreciated. "Ughhh... that feels good... no he said that he cancelled it."
"Fuck."
"Yeah... so anyway, that's why I called out sick."
"I see. So you're planning to make up for Saturday and Sunday?"
"Yeahh..."
"I donno... with how much you've been... planting every session, I donno if you'll be able to make up the difference."
"Just you wait and see."
"Oh yeah? I'm not gonna wear you out before your big day with Kelsey this Sunday?"
"Oh trust me, there's no fear of that."
"Wow, cocky. So I can look forward to nonstop sex for 6 or so hours before your idiot father comes home?" Rebecca asked demurely, her face hot as she imagined what her day was going to look like.
"Yep... ohh fuckk..." the teen sighed as he watched his mother's long, pink nails lovingly scratch his nutsack before returning to pamper his shaft. "I'm not gonna let you out of bed..."
Through the entirely pleasurable car ride, to when he watched his mother guide him by his cock up the stairs, her ass sashaying invitingly in the blue skirt, to her stripping buck naked and dropping to her knees in his bedroom, Roman couldn't help but stop thinking. "Man this beats second period." Now, through clouding vision, Roman stared at his mother's luscious lips, sloppily stroking up and down his pole, leaving a trace color of lipstick on his pale shaft.
After she was breathless from spoiling her baby boy, her throat ragged and her jaw sore, she looked upon newly lubricated shaft and smiled. "I've always wanted to try this..." she giggled as she dropped his now lubricated dong between her breasts and pressed. She began to move up and down, relishing the scorching heat of the slickened teen breeder as it slid within her bosom.
"Oh fuck... that feels good... dad really is an... ugghh... idiot if he hasn't let you try before...ughhh..." the teen groaned as he began thrusting his diamond-cutter through her cleavage.
Rebecca bounced eagerly, huffing with effort as she milked the lad's dong in between her mammaries, "Well duh - he's way too... small... hufff... for this..."
Roman sighed with pride as his mother confirmed another triumph over her father. As he looked forward to the afternoon of balling his mother, he wondered how many times he'd get to come in her.
Late that night, Roman replayed in his mind the unbelievable day of non-stop maternal sex. Despite his demanding physical routine for sports and sex, he was quite sore. Since he had secured hours and hours of privacy and every tussle with his mother might be his last, the teen gave it his all; for each of his ball-draining powerful orgasms, he gave his mother a multitude of screaming and spraying climaxes as he fucked her hard, deep, and nonstop. Just as the boy's mind reconstructed the image of his panting mother's stretched, swollen, pink pussy bubbling his thick white semen, Roman heard a knock on his door. His heart started to race. Maybe his mother had put his father to sleep and was hoping for a record fifth injection of baby batter for the day. Well, he had napped after their exhausting hours of copulation, and was raring to go again. Cock already throbbing, he skipped to the door and opened it. His face fell when he saw his father standing outside.
"Hey... son... sorry to bug you so late..."
"Oh... hey dad... where's mom?"
"She's sleeping - I haven't seen her this tired in a while. Not sure why."
Roman smiled proudly, very well aware of the reason. "So... what's up?"
"Hey... so... your mom... picked you up this week, right?"
"Oh. Uh... yeah... she... uh... got me a few times."
"Did you... uh... was she ever late picking you up?"
Roman paused, trying to stay calm. "Noo... not really... why do you ask?"
"I just... I... just..." Dwight couldn't help it and began blubbering.
Roman rolled his eyes, placing a sympathetic hand on the bald man's shoulders, "What's up?"
"Your mom's a whore! That's what!" Dwight whispered angrily.
Roman swallowed the urge to punch the hypocrite in the face. "What the fuck are you talking about? What are you saying?!"
"Alex... Mr Stone... he saw your mother... FORNICATING! in the library parking lot!"
"Shit."
"Shit is right! That whore sat in front of me all dinner and smiled like she had nothing to hide!"
"Ugh, enough dad. Do you know who the guy is?"
"No, I was hoping you would! I can't believe your mother would do this to me! I'm going to kill her!" Dwight roared.
Roman sighed as he realized he had no choice. "Mom knows about you and Megan."
Dwight was taken aback, "Wha-?"
"Yeah."
"Oh fuck... what is happening?? Oh fuck... wait how do you know?"
"Uh... she told me."
"And you didn't say anything?!"
"What the fuck was I supposed to say?!"
Dwight fell to his knees and began weeping, "Oh goddd! I don't believe it. I've destroyed my family!! Oh godd... what do I doooo??? I gotta... I gotta..."
Roman shook his head in the dark, disgusted by the sight before him. He smiled as a thought came to him.
"Well... maybe you should look at the bright side?"
"Wha? Bright... side?" Dwight sobbed, looking up.
"Yeah. Sounds like you're both even."
"That's true... but... your mother..."
"All she cares is about the baby. Once she's pregnant, it'll all be okay."
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SATURDAY:
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Roman woke with a start. He had been dreaming of the most delectable blowjob, and he realized that his dream had come true. He looked down to see a redhead with bed-head worshipping his morning wood.
"Mom?" the boy asked, bleary-eyed, registering 4 AM on the alarm clock.
"Hi studly..." Rebecca muttered sleepily, licking the base of his cock with her tongue. "Good morning," she smiled sweetly, before wrapping her lips around the base of the fat glans, using her tongue to massage the entire sensitive head. Her heart filled with joy as she witnessed the surprise in her boy's face melt into agonized ecstasy; when his eyes lidded and his head dropped back onto the pillow, she lovingly fondled the plum-sized testicles, telling them to wake and brew their potent crop for her.
"I thought you said no sex this weekend..." the boy grinned.
Rebecca smiled as she slapped his thigh, "Shut up. Can you deliver a performance like yesterday and not expect me to ask for an encore?"
"Do you see me complaining over here?"
The housewife playfully scowled at him, as she took a deep breath, steadied the shaft, and then dove downwards. Her gag increasingly less sensitive, she began to swallow the lad, letting the vibrations of her throat tickle his glans.
"Aw fuckk... that's good... wait... what about dad?" Roman stopped himself from saying more. Although he felt a responsibility to share the prior night's conversation, he could also never forgive himself for getting in the way of such a splendid blowjob.
She popped him out of her mouth again, this time stroking the whole length of the pole with both of her hands as she spoke, "He's out. He stayed up late and got super drunk last night. What a souse. He won't wake up for a while as long as we're quiet. You've got all morning to fuck me, stud - you just gotta do it nice and slow, so we're quiet. Also because I am incredibly, incredibly sore."
"Sorry..." the boy said sheepishly as his mother shook a bottle of lubricant.
"Are you kidding me? Never apologize after fucking like that. But, for now, none of yesterday's wild bonobo sex, okay?" She smiled sweetly as she lovingly kissed the ventral surface of his veiny shaft and then took him back into her throat.
"Ummm... okayy... actually... uggghh mommmm... fuckk..." the teen groaned, his reservations evaporating.
By the time the clock read 6 AM, Rebecca was flat on her back on the teen's bed. Her hands clutched her lower calves as they pulled her legs back almost to her face. The teen's own hands dug into the pink, sweaty flesh of the back of her thighs, pinning them down as he slowly fucked her standing on the floor. From spelunking deep in her guts, to stretching just her opening, and back to her womb took almost a whole minute. The torturously slow pace had made him able to fuck her nonstop without coming and he too was dripping with sweat from the endurance event. He was glad to have laid a towel down onto his bed - the volume of lubricant, sweat, his precum, and her cum that dripped from their obscene union had almost soaked the thick fabric.
Rebecca, meanwhile was out of her mind. Thin clumps of sweaty red hair covered her equally red face, making her look insane. She was biting a pillow, panting continuously until the boy's deep-stroke made her howl. Since his most recent one was just one stroke shy of her next climax, she couldn't help but yell.
"Ahhnn... ahhnn... mmmpphhh... mmmpph... MMMPHHH... OHH SHITT!!!"
"Shhh!!" the boy exclaimed quietly, even as his hips powered the relentless churning of her depths. He replaced the pillow she had dropped with his hand.
"MMMPHHHH!!!MMMPHHHHH!!!" she moaned piteously as the paroxysms wracked her whole pelvis.
"Sorry... fuckk... I wish he were gone... I like hearing you scream when you come around my... yessss I can feel it... ohhhh fuckkkk...."
The boy's words faded as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The pleasurable contractions of orgasm, the evidence of another victory around his cock, was nothing less than sublime. He let himself have the victory and opened the floodgates before his balls.
"Urgghhhhh I'm comingggggg.... fuckkkkk...." the boy groaned and rattled. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his glutes risked a slightly rougher deepstroke as his soul left his body, one thick white rope at a time, into his mother's womb.
Rebecca wailed into his hand, not really even caring if she were heard as the boy's more strenous pace drove her orgasm into overdrive. After nearly two minutes of intense ecstasy, he revealed her red, sweaty face and mussed hair. His ejaculatory spasms finally at bay, the teen had paused with only the cum-bubbling tip inside, allowing the noise to subside. She whimpered for more.
"Fuckk... so good... babyyyyy... I need it deep again... pleasseee"
"I know you do... but fuck mom... we're gonna evicted. I'm worried dad's gonna hear."
"Fuck him - he doesn't suspect a thing."
"Actually..."
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SUNDAY:
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Rebecca stared at the television. Her husband was commenting nonstop on the football game that was on it, but she heard none of it. Her mind was focused on only one thing and soon she heard him open the front door. Within moments, Roman appeared in the living room.
"Hey guys..." Roman asked, nominally looking at his father, but really only interested in his mother. Since his revelation of his father's knowledge of her infidelity yesterday, she had grown quiet in the same way when this had all began. Due to his father's interference, they had not seen each other all day, and he had been far too excited at the thought of plowing Kelsey's sexy little body to be too concerned with the matter. Having just done that at her house, he now returned, as did his concerns.
"Hey son," Dwight muttered, his eyes not moving from the television. The bags under his eyes belied his recent burden of knowledge, but his dead-eyed stare into the television was proof enough that the man suspected nothing of what was going on right under his nose.
"Hi baby!" To Roman's surprise, Rebecca beamed flirtatiously at him. She lifted the blanket on her lap, revealing her homey plaid button up and jeans, and patted the empty seat on the couch next to her.
Roman happily obliged, sitting down close next to her. When she gave him a motherly hug, he divined from the breasts squashing against his arm that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"How was your... date?" Rebecca asked, inhaling deeply of the musk of teenage copulation that clearly emanated from her son. Smoking had dulled Dwight's scent of smell, but she couldn't believe he could ignore the bouquet of girl-cum that clearly emanated from their son's groin.
"Oh it was good. We..." Roman looked briefly at his occupied father, surprised that his mother's hand was already stroking his member through his jeans, "uh... played some games."
"Oh yeah? What kind of games?" Rebecca asked, her breath growing heavier, as she grasped his hand and placed it on her crotch.
"Um... corn hole..." The teen was not going to miss out on some heavy petting, and he politely responded by slipping his hands into her jeans. As he felt around, he noted two key pieces of information that made him beam. She wasn't wearing any panties, and she was soaking wet. She had been waiting for him.
"Ohhhh... you've always been so goood at that..." she said, almost in a whisper.
Dwight may have missed the arousal in his wife's voice, but Roman had heard that breathless sound from her enough times the last week to know what she wanted. "Well, um... do you think you can... still help me with that... thing upstairs?"
Rebecca looked at him nervously, even as her heart raced with anticipation, "Now? I don't wanna abandon your dad - I told him I'd watch the game with him."
If Dwight registered the comment, he didn't show it.
"Looks like dad's okay with it. Shall we?"
"Oh yes we shall..."
The couple pulled the blanket aside and started walking away. Suddenly, Dwight interrupted them.
"Where are you guys going?"
"Oh... uh... mom was going to help me with my... homework..."
"Oh okay," Dwight muttered as his attention returned to his weekly escape. He felt safe and unchallenged in his domain, the walls of the house a psychic barrier to the asshole that was balling his wife.
Roman was relieved to see his father already ignoring them for the TV as his mother led him by his hand up the stairs. His heart raced with excitement at the familiar sight, as even her mom jeans couldn't hide the sashaying buttocks that he was to be clapping very soon.
"A-are you sure about this mom? Is it safe now that he's suspicious?"
Rebecca giggled, "Your father's an idiot. Look at what he's missed so far. Besides, isn't it exciting to see what we can get away with?"
"Yeah..." the teen said dizzily.
As she locked the door to his bedroom behind her, Rebecca whispered something into his ear only a select few sons ever hear.
"You make mommy's heart race, you know?"
"And Joe Wright fumbles the ball! What a missed opportunity, Dave!"
"DAMN!" shouted Dwight.
Just as his hands were smacking the couch in frustration, his wife's hand smacked their son's bucking ass. The red fingernails of her left hand dug desperately into the teen's muscular glutes, while the ones of her left scratched his soft hair lovingly. Roman's head buried in her neck, just as his other head buried deep in her womb. She moaned and cooed, trying to be as quiet as possible, as the room was already filled with the sound of the slaps of their rutting and the wet sounds of his enormous erection sluicing repeatedly into and out of her tight muff. The padding behind the headboard had really made his room a nearly hermetic paradise for a spontaneous incestuous coupling.
"Ohhh... ohhh my baby... ohh my sweetiee... ooooooh yesss deep just like tha... oh my... go... MMMMPPHHH!!!"
Rebecca screamed into her son's pectoral as her entirety of her womanhood twisted and spasmed around its invader, gushing its approbation. The steely dong continued to expertly churn the housewife's pussy through her orgasm, allowing her no rest. Wiping his sweaty brow as he fucked his partner through her orgasm, Roman looked up briefly at the stream of the game on his computer to see how much time he had left before he had to blow. Just then he saw his father's favorite quarter get sacked.
"OHHH!!! Damn that tackle's gotta hurt. Look at the way the defense just dominated! Wright fans gotta be cursing just about now."
Dave stared flabbergasted at the failed play of his team. They were a touchdown behind in the last quarter and had just lost the ball.
"FUCK ME!"
Rebecca wailed, her nails clutching her son's rippling obliques as he now fucked her as vigorously as he could without making a ruckus. The game was in its final minute and the boy was determined to seed her today; he'd even faked his orgasm with Kelsey to make sure he didn't waste a drop in a condom. Their foreheads touched, and Rebecca's eyes bored into his, signaling her impending climax and for him to empty his balls deep inside her. She soon had her wish.
"Arrugghhh... I'm coming!"
The teen groaned and grunted as his DNA cannon fired salvo after salvo into his mother's spasming womb. He threw his head back and grunted quietly through gritted teeth, just as his mother screamed into his shoulder. Just as he felt the warm, liquid result of their mutual orgasm splash onto his balls, his vision fading from the pleasure, he saw his father's favorite defender completely outmaneuvered by the opposing running back.
"And that's the nail in the coffin, Dave! No joy for Bears fans today!"
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MONDAY:
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Rebecca flipped the French toast onto the uncooked side, enjoying the burst of cinnamon fragrance. The sizzling sounds were all that punctuated the mechanical groaning of the washer she had loaded prior. Soon, she heard footsteps racing down the stairs. Before long, Roman entered the foyer, dressed in a blue shirt and his usual boxers, already loaded with a throbbing erection.
"Good morning baby. Ooh! Is that for m.... mmmmph... mmmmm..."
The boy had wasted no time in pressing his lips to hers. His strong hands hungrily squeezed and grasped her body, while his bulge demandingly knocked at her panties through her nightie.
"I need you..." the teen rasped briefly before his tongue returned to wrestling his mother's. His hand had now moved in between her legs, and could already sense the telltale heat and moisture of her arousal.
"Ohh! Hey... wait... mmm your father... food's... gonna burn..."
The lad broke their kiss and turned her back around until she faced the pan. As she listened carefully for her husband's footsteps and turned off the heat to keep the food from burning, she felt his warm lips move from the back of her neck, to her exposed shoulders, and onto her lower back, covered by the thin fabric. Soon she heard his knees drop to the floor as she felt the hem of the nightie rise and her panties fall. She felt warm kisses up her thigh that made her shiver, before she felt her son nuzzle her vulva, sniffing deeply.
"Mmmm... fuckkk mommm... you smell so good..."
"Babyyy... wait... until... after school... ohhh fuckkk..." Rebecca groaned as her son began lashing her pussy wtih his tongue.
"We'll be quick... just a little bit..." the boy sighed between licks.
"Oh Romannn....", she moaned, her eyelids and attention towards the stairs slowly dimming despite her best efforts.
"Rebecca?" Dwight asked as he entered the empty kitchen.
There was nobody there. Even more strangely, his customary French toast was not on the table. It still sat in the pan, unusually overcooked. He grabbed a plate and slid the piece of slightly burnt toast onto the plate, poured his customary cup of maple syrup and butter, and dug in.
Rebecca sat on the washer, biting her lips trying to stay quiet. Her face and chest were flushed pink, and her pink toe nails clenched tightly on either side of her son's thrusting glutes. Her hand grasped the back of the boy's shirt as he slowly slid his morning wood in and out of her sopping snatch, bulb to balls. Increasingly attuned to fucking her son, Rebecca now squeezed her walls without warning to test the stoic teen's discipline. Although he kept back his orgasm, he couldn't help but having his eyes roll back into his head.
"Oh mommmm..." he groaned, unable to let the whine escape from his lips.
"Roman?" Dwight asked as he heard a noise from the laundry room. Only the steady churning hum of the washer replied.
"Shh!!!" Rebecca giggled, finger to her lips, as her fear rushed through her body. It was exhilarating to be this close to her cuckold. The boy had made her a fellow addict to nearly being found out, even if she couldn't rationally fathom the horrifying events that would follow.
Dwight put the dishes in the sink and soaked them. Then he gathered his things and walked towards the laundry room.
Roman now suckled on his mother's nipple to keep quiet through her torturous cock massage, using his right hand to mobilize the breast towards his lips. His other hand grasped the flab of her love handles, holding her in place as he pushed in deep.
Suddenly, the sound of the garage door opening made the couple gasp and separate from their embrace - they had lost track of time. Dwight must have been in the antechamber that connected the laundry room and the garage. To their horror, the knob to the laundry room began to turn - it did not have a lock.
Roman quickly grabbed the doorknob and pushed against the door, his strength the only thing preventing his father from seeing his son's throbbing erection bobbing in the air, shiny with his wife's precum.
"What the- is someone in there?"
Roman stared wide-eyed at Rebecca. Now practiced at infidelity, Rebecca calmly shouted over the ruckus of the washer.
"Hi sweetie - it's me."
"There you are - I was calling for you, couldn't you hear me?"
"No, sorry hon," she answered truthfully.
"Where's Roman? He's going to miss the bus."
"Umm... he must be late getting ready... I'll drop him off if he misses the bus."
"He better not - kid needs to learn some responsibility. You mother him too much, Becca. Can you open the door? I want to kiss you goodbye."
"Um... uh... sorry honey... there's just too little space with the laundry baskets, I can't open the door."
The silence that ensued seemed like an eternity. "Okay... I love you. See you tonight."
"I love you too. Have a good day at work."
Only when the closing garage door's mechanical grinding came to a stop did the couple finally relax.
"Shit. Sorry mom... guess you were right about waiting..." the teen said sheepishly as he tucked away his erection in his boxers. "I'll get ready real quick - I think I can still make the bus."
Rebecca grabbed his cock from his pants and gently tugged him back to her, her eyes piercing into his. "What do you think you're doing? Did I raise you to leave a woman hanging like this?"
Roman couldn't help but smile, "No..."
"That's right. Forgot the bus and come fill up mommy's pussy."
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TUESDAY:
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Dwight chugged the entire beer, much to Alex's amazement.
"Woah dude. You might wanna slow down."
"Fuck that - we're getting drunk tonight. Shit... so what do you think I should do man?"
"I think since you both cheated, you should just lay all the cards on the table. Like a reset? Maybe work on that baby she's been wanting?"
"You're right. I donno tho man... trust is going to be so hard to develop. I mean fuck - maybe it's crazy, but what if she's pregnant with this asshole's kid? I'll be caught dead before I raise another man's child!"
"I doubt it. I think Rebecca's confused... but she's not stupid. She knows you'll kill her if the kid doesn't look like you."
"That's true."
"Look, if you're really that worried about it ask her to take a pregnancy test. That should do it right? I mean since what I saw, from what you've told me, there's pretty much no way she's had an opportunity to cheat without you or your boy knowing. If you make amends Dwight, I'm sure she's gonna be faithful again, and you can breathe easy about any little bun you put in her oven. She's just like any woman - she just wants her man."
"Yeah."
"By the way... don't take this the wrong way, but do you think it's smart to be here with me dude? Shouldn't you be home with Rebecca?"
"Nah, don't worry. I told Roman to stay home and keep an eye on her. Like you said, he's a good lad - hell, he'll probably help me kill the motherfucker if I ever find out who he is."
"Where do you think you're going mister?"
Roman looked up from his phone and was shocked to see his mother standing at the door, completely naked. Her hand clutched the doorknob as she faced him, smiling a wicked smile.
"Mom! Woah... dad's home!"
The housewife approached him and confidently placed her hand upon his jeans, "Nope. He's getting a drink with the guys; he won't be back until late. You didn't answer my question."
"Oh... uh... I was gonna meet up with... uh... a friend..." the teen stammered as he felt his loins throb.
Rebecca used her free hand to fish out a packet of condoms from his left pocket, "Oh wow... looks like a really good friend, huh? Is her name Kelsey?"
The teen's head swam as his erection swelled to its peak, "Ye- yess..."
"Didn't we make a rule years ago that no hanging out with friends until all of your chores are done?"
"What? Chores?" Roman bemusedly tried to recall a conversation from nearly a decade ago about his household responsibilities. "Wednesdays... I already took out the trash."
"No, not the trash." Rebecca smiled widely and began to run his hands over his chest, "You forgot your most important task..."
Five minutes later, Roman did his best to send out a text with his right hand.
"HEY BABE. SRY CAN'T MAKE IT TONITE."
His phone jingled soon after, "WHAT?! :( MY PARENTS ARE GONE AGAIN! I WANT A REPEAT OF THIS WEEKEND. WE'RE GONNA MISS OUT ON A GOOD TIME."
"SRY... NEEDED TO HELP MY MOM WITH SOMETHING. RAINCHECK?"
"UGH... SUCH A MOMMAS BOY. OKAY. WELL HERES WHAT UR MISSING."
Roman's phone registered a picture of a blonde co-ed lying prone on her bed, fully naked. While the sight would have normally had the horny teenager furiously masturbating, his dong was presently receiving the massage of a lifetime in the back of his mother's throat. Throwing the phone aside, the teen groaned as his left fist clutched his mother's hair, enjoying her preparation of the simmering crop in his balls that he was charged to plant in her.
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WEDNESDAY:
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Roman gritted his teeth and roared, blinking away the sweat in his eyes as he gave it his all. His thighs and glutes ached from the effort, but he finally finished the last repetition of his squat and racked the bar.
"Good work, Jefferson! If you ever get tired of throwing the ball, we'd love to have you on defense next season."
"Haha thanks coach."
"Don't thank me... thank your momma for whatever she's feeding you. Speakin' of which, look who's watching."
Roman looked out of the glass windows of the gym to see his mother smiling and waving at him. She wore a pink sweater with a low-cut neckline that made more than one of his teammates' eyes glaze over.
"Well, there's my ride - better get going," Roman said as he picked up his gym bag.
"Yeah you better, Jefferson. Don't take this the wrong way boy, but your daddy's one hell of a lucky man."
"Oh, I know, coach," the teen smiled and winked as he shut the door behind him.
As they walked to the car, Rebecca's arms curled around her son's massive forearm. She saw Kelsey off to the side doing risque cheerleading moves, clearly hoping for Roman's attention. As she watched the girl's ploy fail, Rebecca tightened her grip on her son's arm and grinned sardonically at the teenage girl.
"I didn't know you were so strong. God knows where you get it from. I bet you could lift even me," Rebecca whispered into her son's ear, relishing one last look at the cheerleader's jealous face before leaving her behind them.
Roman laughed, "Of course, I could - you're tiny!"
"Psh... no, I'm a... lot of woman."
"Doesn't matter - bet I could do it, no problem."
"Prove it," she challenged him with a flirtatious smile as she shut the car door.
Twenty minutes later, Rebecca's back was pressed against the door to Roman's bedroom, her pink sweater now pulled up to reveal her pendulous breasts. Her legs were spread open, the back of her knees resting on her son's bulging forearms. True to his word, the lad held her up in the air on his arms, his face buried in her neck. Covered in sweat from practice and this newfound effort, his buttocks were a blur as he fucked her hard. Rebecca's right hand clutched her boy's head while the fingers of her left dug into his deltoid, and before long, her pants and squeals turned into a scream.
"I'M COMING!!!"
An intense orgasm coursed through the housewife as her pussy spasmed around its meaty guest, eventually squeezing it out. The large cock flopped downwards until it pointed at the floor, causing the maternal jus that had been soaking it to spill out the floor. As his mother shook from her orgasm, the teen felt that he had proved his point and walked her to his bed, before dropping her gently onto the mattres.
"So... s-so s-strong... ohhhhhh fuckkkk," Rebecca struggled to get the words out.
Head swimming, the teenager gave his mother only a moment's rest before before wordlessly penetrating her again. For the next thirty minutes, the football player would fully demonstrate to his mother the full extent of his virility and vigor. [he fucks her real good].
During the rising action of one of these climaxes, the couple was despondent to hear the telltale sound of a car pulling into the garage.
"Ahh... fuck..." Roman muttered as he withdrew his shiny pussy-prodder from his partner, ready to initiate their quick cleaning protocol.
Rebecca had other ideas. So close to her climax, she had no intention of letting her faithless husband get in the way of her much-needed pussy churning. She grasped the teen's shaft and pulled him back.
"No... let's finish."
"Are you sure?"
The housewife rubbed the teen's engorged gland in the entrance of her vault. As she squeezed the dong, she begged him in a voice that would have toppled a monk.
"Ohh... babbbyyy... put it back innn... pleaseeee..."
Roman wasted no time arguing and began pounding his partner hard. As he heard the garage door close, his mother's voice became shrill.
"Ohhh... I'm gonnna commmmeee... o-over... YOURR... FUCKKKKK!!!! MMMPHHHHH!!!!"
Roman's eyes rolled back into his head as his mother's orgasmic contractions squeezed and massaged his cock. Taking her cue, he grabbed another pillow and groaned into it as he emptied the contents of his balls deep inside her.
Sweaty, red, and panting, the couple slowed their rut just as they heard footsteps thundering up the stairs. Completely calm, Rebecca smiled at her son as she placed a finger to her lips.
"Rebecca? Roman? Where are you guys?" Dwight now yelled, the panic in his voice bouncing around the walls of his castle.
"In here..." Rebecca intoned casually from Roman's room as she pulled her sweater back on before attending to her skirt.
"Oh..." Dwight sighed, his voice filled with relief. "I thought you guys were gone."
"Nope, just here, dad." Roman followed his mother's lead, now dressed again in his workout jersey and shorts. He threw his sheets and comforter over the wet, sordid evidence of their recent fuck.
"Wait... what are you guys doing in there?"
"Oh... nothing. Mom was just helping me with some stuff from school."
"Oh uh... cool. Let me see!"
Roman's eyes grew wide and he looked to his mother. She smiled at him and, to his shock, walked to the door and opened it.
"Hey guys... woah... is it just me or does it smell super... funky in here? And what, did you have football practice too, Becca?" Dwight snorted, commenting on his wife's sweaty, disheveled disposition.
Rebecca masked her pure contempt for his stupid joke and laughed. Dwight smiled proudly, unaware that she was laughing more at his situation. After all, he stood a foot away from the cock that and within the room where his wife's pussy had been stuffed to the brim with jizm just minutes ago.
"Sorta - Roman was showing me some of his exercises and I was trying to follow along. It was... exhausting... but a lot of fun."
"Nice. Wanna show me some?"
Both mother and son couldn't help but chuckle. Dwight asked, befuddled, "Haha what? Am I missing the punchline?"
"No, no dad. It's just... not your thing."
"Yeah? Your old man's still got it."
Rebecca laughed again, bringing a smile to Dwight's face. Making his pretty wife laugh had always been one of his life's great pleasures, and he had grown so complacent. The moment strengthened his resolve to save his marriage. He paid no mind to her seemingly benign retort.
"Oh honey... bless your heart."
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THURSDAY:
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"Can we talk?" Dwight asked suddenly, turning to his wife. They were seated in bed with the covers on.
"What?" Rebecca asked, somewhat annoyed to snapped out of her daydream.
Dwight swallowed hard, trying not to think about the fact that her wife was almost certainly daydreaming about being balled by someone he probably didn't even know. "I... I... let's just say it out loud."
"Say what out loud?"
"That... that... that we're both being unfaithful!"
Dwight was slightly surprised to see his wife completely unshaken. The mask of anger that she then adorned, however, was more expected.
"Oh, that. Well... what DO you want to talk about? Maybe we should talk about Megan? Hmmm?!"
Dwight blushed, his face hot. "Well... uh... well uh what about the guy you were fucking behind the library?!"
"What about that guy?"
"Who is he?!"
"Nobody. Why does it matter? The point is I was unfaithful. Just following your lead there."
"Wha?! I!" Dwight had to pause, before reconsidering his moral high ground. "So it's nothing serious?"
"Why do you care?"
"Why do I care?!" an exasperated Dwight asked rhetorically. "I love you baby! You're my wife! We're married."
"What's the point of a marriage if it can't even make a baby?"
"That's not fair! W-W... We don't know why it isn't working! It's been years, Rebecca!"
"You're the one that never got tested! And you don't even try anymore!"
"I... I..." Dwight sighed, knowing that he had no good response. He grasped her hand and looked into her eyes "You're right. No more excuses. But... I can."
"What?" Rebecca asked, her eyebrow raising.
"Becca - I love you. I.... I want to change. Let's go back to how it was. No more cheating. And... yes.. let's try more."
Rebecca broke down in tears.
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FRIDAY:
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Dwight took a swig of the bitter swill that passed for coffee as he rushed to finish the report. He heard the door knock.
"Come in!" he said, irritated at being distracted.
The wreath-covered door opened, revealing a pretty red-head dressed in a tight red sweater. She reminded him of a younger Rebecca, although she didn't come close to his wife's voluptuousness.
"Hey, Megan."
"Hey Mr. Jefferson. Since the retreat was cancelled for this weekend, a couple of us were going for drinks... did you want to come?" Megan smiled, batting her eyelashes at the man who had probably bought her a grand's worth of drinks.
"No... uh... sorry... I... I'm taking my wife out to dinner tonight."
"Oh, I see..." the redhead scowled. "Anything I can help you with, Mr. Jefferson?"
"Uh... no that's all. Have a good night," he smiled awkwardly as the redhead turned around and slammed the door.
Part of Dwight cursed at himself. Megan had been a revelation after the blows of middle age. But tight pussy was no replacement for family. He had involved his son in his deceptions. Worst of all, his wife was a loving, gorgeous woman, and he nearly lost her in the process. He had failed as a husband. He had failed as a father.
But fortunately, there was still time to right things. After a tough pillow talk with his wife, she had agreed to a reconciliation. Even more surprisingly, she had agreed to take a pregnancy test - the last thing he wanted was to raise another man's child.
Thus, even with his life in crisis, Dwight smiled as he grasped this last thread of hope. He returned to the report, eager to finish so he could be home with his family.
Meanwhile, Dwight's family was in no such hurry. Since about thirty seconds after he left for the morning, the front door had been locked and double bolted. Upstairs, the door to the master bedroom was wide open. On the floor, lay scattered the boxers and panties that his son and wife had slept in. They had shucked them in the morning while Rebecca called the school to check her son out for the day. It had definitely been worth the trouble.
"Yessssss!!! Come in meeeee!!!" Rebecca growled, her head making deep dents in the same pillow she had laid on when she and her hubby had their supposed reconciliation the night prior. She'd made sure her son's naked ass had sat on her husband's while she worshipped his penis and let him fuck her throat.
"Augghh... fuckkkk... oh god... mom... ARRGGGHH!!!"
The teen's pale spear rapidly pistoned in and out of the housewife's snatch, squeezing out the ropes of its latest orgasm. As it withdrew, the pink muscles prolapsed slightly, stretched around the shaft's absurd girth. The poor lad groaned and howled through gritted teeth as he fucked through the intense sensations of the orgasm, his mother grinning wickedly at him as she used her now practiced coital muscles to relentlessly massage his tender sausage.
Frothy, thick semen pooled down the housewife's taint, slowly dripping down into her asshole, as the lad's plunger pulled out the excess crop. Unlike a week ago, Rebecca had omitted her post-coital hip elevation to increase the chances of her pregnancy, and now much of the fruit of the boy's toil had dripped onto the towel she had placed under her buttocks. Instead, barring short bathroom breaks and a big lunch to replenish his energy stores, she'd made sure that her young stud had been pounding her insides without rest. Also in another one of many firsts in a long time, she had stopped worrying about getting pregnant; her focus rested entirely on pleasure, and now she was about to be racked by what must have been her twentieth mind-bending orgasm.
"Ughhh... fuckk... you fill me up so much each time... ohhhhh.... myyy babyyyy... don't stop babyyy... oohhhhh GODDD you're gonna make me come again!" she whined, her voice growing more hysterical.
Roman gritted his teeth through the post-orgasm sensitivity on his dong, eager to satisfy his parent once again. He dug his fists and knees deep into the bed as immovable anchors for his large, powerful glutes, and lifted his lower torso before beginning the athletic pace of a hard. With each thrust, his abs clapped against the back of her pale thighs. He growled and grunted.
"Come on! Yeahhh!! Come on that cock! Fuck!! Give it to me!!"
On each side of her her son's enormous shoulders, Rebecca's small feet flexed hard, her toes curled. Her hands desperately grasped his elbows, trying to dissipate the intense sensations within her. By now, her voice was a shrill squeak - the lad had reduced her to one of his schoolgirls.
"Fuckk!!! Eeek!! Ohhhhh!! Yeahhh... oh goddd... make me... come again... OHHH!!! I'M COMINGGGG!!!"
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SATURDAY:
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Rebecca stared at the pregnancy test as she sat on the closed toilet seat. It was the third one she had taken that morning that told her the same thing, but she just couldn't believe it.
Dwight burst through the door, unable to wait any longer. She threw the tests into the trash behind the toilet quickly.
"There you are... so, what's the verdict?"
"Negative."
Dwight couldn't help but sigh with relief. He stepped close to her and placed an arm on her shoulder, "Thank... thank you for doing that for me honey. I'm sorry I asked."
"It's okay. It's my fault."
"No... it's not... it's mine. Like you said, I should be trying harder..." he said empathetically, while trying to peek into the basket. He had heard the answer he had wanted, but it was always good to check - he'd have to return later.
"You mean that?" Rebecca asked, stepping up from the john and looking into her husband's eyes. She placed her hands on his chest, occluding his forward progress.
"Yes... in fact... how about we work on it right now?"
"Now? Roman's in the house."
"So what? Let him hear that his old man's still got it."
Dwight was always happy to make his wife laugh, but he didn't understand why she was cracking up. She did always think he was hilarious.
"You won't regret this. Give me two weeks, and I'll turn those minuses into pluses."
Rebecca sighed deeply and then smiled, "Okay, let's do it."
Roman snuck into the bathroom from his bedroom and looked in the trash. The bag was empty except for three plastic strips. He could see two blue pluses on one of them. As instructed, he collected the bag and replaced it with an identical bag that his mother had handed him earlier that morning. Suddenly, he heard the door close behind him. He turned around to see his mother unfurling her robe to show him her nude form.
"Hiii baby," she beamed as she sashayed up to him, threw her arms around him, and kissed him. Her tits squashed against his T-shirt and her mound pressed against the already growing bulge in his shorts. Without interrupting their embrace, she also turned on the shower.
"Wait... I thought you and dad..."
"Ugh... don't remind me. No, he's waiting in the bedroom. I told him I had to freshen up. So did Mrs. Anderson ask why I asked her to pee on three pregnancy tests and give them to her?"
"Nope. She's one hell of a friend, mom."
"Yup."
"So... positive, huh?
"Yes!!! Thank you sweetheart!" Rebecca beamed at him, kissing his face between each word.
"As promised. So, guess you don't need me anymore huh?"
Rebecca smiled naughtily as she rubbed her plump labia against the throbbing glans that protruded from the lad's waistband, "Now where did you get that idea from? Look... you're already getting me wetter than your father ever could. And, wasn't it you that said that there's no harm in... how'd you put it... making some good memories? Why limit it to two weeks? I'd like to... make memories all year long."
Roman leered back as he dug his fingers into the pale flesh of the ass he had now clapped innumerable times, "I'd like that too. But wait, what will father think?"
"As far as father knows, mother had a negative test today."
"Oh no... negative. Didn't we say something about me owing you a plus sign?."
"Oh dang... guess we'll just have to keep trying," Rebecca chuckled as she dropped onto her knees bathroom mat.
Dwight crept out of the room, tucking away his semi-flaccid penis into his underwear. He heard the shower and walked to the door. He knocked softly.
"Hey hon, where'd you go? Rebecca?"
Roman's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt his mother's nose grace his treasure trail. Balls deep, the teen couldn't help but groan as the vibrations massaged the whole of his tender shaft. It made his toes curl into the boxers pooled onto the floor.
"Rebecca?" Dwight said, a little louder this time.
Rebecca backed up off the shaft, now shiny from the mucus of her throat. She giggled softly as she placed a finger on her lips, imploring him to be quiet.
"Oh sorry sweetheart - I just wanted to freshen up a little before we start," she muttered quickly, returning her attentions to now sucking on her son's nutsack before licking the whole underside of his shaft with her tongue.
"Okay... I love you," Dwight muttered. Ten seconds went by and only the shower was to be heard. Perhaps she had not heard him. Louder this time. "Baby? I think it's going to be a good two weeks. I have a good feeling about this."
Rebecca looked up at her son as she laid loving kisses on the base of the shaft that had made her come more times in the last two weeks than she had in her whole marriage. Eyes full of passionate love, she smiled up at her son as she spoke to her husband between two of her smooches.
"Oh me too."