"Mom-Son": A Love Story





A mom inadvertently falls in love with her son.


Summary: A mom inadvertently falls in love with her son.

Note: This is a NUDE DAY 2014 contest story so please vote.

Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991, Robert and goamz86 for editing.

"Mom-Son": A Love Story

It was a couple of days after my son's eighteenth birthday when I realized I wanted to have sex with him.

I know...I know...it is completely wrong, sick and twisted...I told myself the same thing at first.

To explain my strange sexual hunger, my son, Paul, is a complete ringer for his father, Darren, who died in a car accident when Paul was only three. He had the same blue eyes, the same blonde hair and the same dazzling smile.

I had known these facts for years, but as he turned from an adolescent to a man it became even more apparent.

That all said, I had never considered sex with him at all until I accidentally walked in on him sitting at his computer as he stroked his cock. I could argue it wasn't him I wanted, but just a cock to pound away the cobwebs of my long neglected pussy. Yet, the reality is, putting the pieces together of his good looks, his exact replica voice and his identical big cock, it was definitely him I wanted...it was like I could relive my late teenage years when I originally started dating Darren...or in a morbid sense relive my marriage to the only person I had ever truly loved.

I apologized profusely for not knocking, and it was obvious that Paul was as embarrassed as I was. Yet, that night I couldn't stop replaying the brief encounter in my mind. At first I was mortified by what I saw...then as I laid in bed trying to fall asleep, my mind began playing tricks on me. Every time I closed my eyes and began to try and reach slumber, my son stroking his completely erect, thick cock popped into my head. I would immediately jolt up and shake my head for thinking such an inappropriate thought...yet as soon as I laid back down and closed my eyes the exact same scene would repeat itself...I was in the incest version of the Groundhog Day movie. Eventually, out of sheer exhaustion, I fell asleep. Obviously, it wasn't a great night's sleep.

The next morning, Paul and I pretended it didn't happen, but, of course, you can't erase the past, and an unacknowledged awkwardness began between us.

Over the next month, even as my morals argued it was completely wrong...my too long ignored libido screamed it was okay. I began pleasuring myself while imagining my vibrator was Paul's cock fucking me. I sucked my dildo imagining it was Paul's cock I was sucking.

Whenever I looked at Paul, I saw Darren.

Whenever I talked to Paul, I heard Darren.

It became unhealthy and obsessive, and it soon began to consume all my thoughts and dreams.

I regressed to my teen years as I began, inadvertently at first, attempting to entice my son, like I had his father all those years ago.

Although I wasn't as thin as my perfect body cheerleading days, I was still in decent shape. Sure I could lose a few pounds, but who couldn't? The beginning of grey was showing up in my black as night hair, but so far I hadn't thought it showed enough to dye it. I had always been slightly chubby, being big-boned like my father, thus I had large, all natural, 38DD breasts and a wide ass. Conversely though, I have long thin legs which had both breast men and leg men often checking me out.

For the record, I had dated a few men over the years, a couple even potentially going further, yet none were Darren. Thus, I always found a way to end the relationship before it got to the moving stage. I realized I already had the perfect man in the house...it was now time to make it happen.

I began wearing shorter skirts at home, tighter blouses and heels...the things that had always got me what I wanted from men. Although my son did seem to notice my ample cleavage, I realized even if he was interested sexually in me he was way too shy to make a move...especially since I was his mother.

So at supper one day, six weeks since first seeing his cock, I decided to ask questions and learn more about his preferences.

At the table, I started by asking the usual question, "What did you learn today?"

He responded like he always did, with the teenage staple answer to almost any question asked by a parent, "Nothing."

I quoted, "Why do I pay school taxes then?"

He responded making my mouth drop open, the irony dripping, "So I can learn that some think Hamlet and his mother had an incestuous relationship."

I gasped. My son had brought out the very topic I was planning to try to get to in less than thirty seconds. Did he too know what I was feeling? What I was wanting? Did he want me as much as I wanted him?

I joked composing myself, "Apparently, the message of Hamlet has changed since I was in school."

Paul continued, "No, the message is still about religion, revenge and becoming a man, but if you read deeper into the words of Shakespeare it seems clear that Hamlet and his mom were having a sexual relationship."

I joked again, this time trying to see where his head was about the idea of incest, as I asked, "So you're telling me that according to Shakespeare to become a man you have to sleep with your mother?"

The words out...I realized I had just asked my son the most leading question ever.

His face went red as he stammered, "I'm not saying that, Shakespeare was."

"Do you concur?" I asked, dying to hear his answer...his nervous red cheeks adorable...my pussy sopping wet, I waited a long time to let the idea of incest between him and I linger in his mind before I added, allowing him to save face, "That Shakespeare wrote about incest."

"According to Mrs. Walker, incest back in Shakespeare's time was quite common among both royalty and the peasant classes, so it wouldn't be uncommon for a playwright to write about it," he answered.

I asked, again shifting my strategy to test the waters of his interest, "If incest was once common, did Mrs. Walker discuss when incest became inappropriate?"

Paul shook his head no. "It was a rather brief discussion actually. She just mentioned that if you go to college some professors go much deeper into the subtext of the play and the possible incestuous relationship between Hamlet and his mother."

"I see," I said smiling, adding one more subtle hint, "it's interesting how life always goes full circle."

Paul asked, "What do you mean?"

"In Hamlet, I don't completely recall the plot but I remember a speech about going full circle in life and death," I shrugged, before adding, fishing for a compliment, "but that was a long, long, time ago."

"Oh, mom, you just turned forty," he countered.

"I feel fifty, I countered, with a heavy sigh.

"Oh Mom, you're still a very beautiful woman," he replied, unable to maintain eye contact with me. Was I making him uncomfortable? Was I turning him on?

"Thank you, son," I said, standing up, walking over to him, bending down and giving him a big hug. I made sure my ample breasts pressed into him and that my perfume lingered. I bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek, before adding, "You're so sweet, just like your dad."

Returning to my seat and sitting down, I noticed he was beet red and clearly overwhelmed by what just occurred.

The rest of the meal we chatted about his upcoming graduation, his summer job at the college library and college...although I asked questions, I am not sure I heard many of the answers as I pondered the reality that the seed for incest had been planted and now I had to help nurture it.

Now completely obsessed with my son, so compulsively obsessed with the idea of committing incest, I started researching just how common incest was and is in today's society.

The more I read, the more I came to see both the pros and cons of having an intimate relationship with my son.

I learned: Throughout history incest was very common among a diverse range of groups particularity the peasants, rural folk and poor people. I also learned that royalty and the very wealthy also participated in it and some secret societies existed for the pleasure of family relations.

Cousin incest is very common even now and almost half the states even allow for first cousins to marry (even though some of these states still prohibit same-sex marriage which is interesting).

Stats also suggest that almost everyone knows someone who has been involved in incest whether it be full-blooded siblings, parents and children, grandparents and their grandchildren, aunts/uncles and nieces/nephews and so forth. Based on that theory, I wondered who I knew who would have participated in an incestuous relationship.

Although not a massive number, ten percent of people surveyed in their early twenties will confide in anonymous surveys that they have been a part of a consensual sexual situation with a sibling.

Also, on the website Literotica the most common search is for incest stories, all the most read stories are incest and mother-son relationships are the most read about erotica stories on the internet. There is even a taboo movie series that creates fictional films of incestuous relationships. Going further incest is the most ignored, or least talked about, taboo even though it has always existed in history, mythology, fiction and so forth.

Many studies have also proven that people are usually attracted to people who look like themselves and thus family members are often sexually attracted to each other but ignore these feelings because of society's standards. (Although Paul looked more like his father, he had my eyes and my cheekbones).

Lastly, a theory called Genetic Sexual Attraction explains the shockingly high incest interactions of family members who do not know they are related. Studies conclude that half of all first introductions of biological relatives lead to sexual attraction and almost a quarter will conclude in a sexual relationship. With rising divorce rates, one-night stands, adoption, and embryo donations this number continues to increase.

After this fascinating research session, my cunt was begging for attention, so I pulled up Literotica and did a search for incest stories and couldn't believe the massive amount of stories about incestuous relationships. There were brother-sister, aunt-nephew, dad-daughter, and mom-son. There were also quite a few mom-daughter stories and other same sex variations. I redefined my search to mom and son and began reading. Although they were fiction, the stories drew me in as I imagined I was the mother and Paul the son. After a few stories, I brought myself to an intense orgasm.

The next day, I went online and read a forum full of people who admitted to having incestuous sex. Eventually I came across one that stirred me:

I started having sex with my son just after his eighteenth birthday. As he grew from teenager to man I couldn't believe how much he resembled his deceased father. When he wore a tux for his prom, I knew I wanted him. I researched the morality of incestuous sex, I chatted online with women who had had sex with their son and decided that for his nineteenth birthday I would give him the present that it seemed many boys fantasized about...his mom. We have been lovers ever since. Although we are not man and wife legally, we act like a married couple. Kennedy

Her story resonated in me as it was the exact same emotions I was feeling. I clicked on her name and was thrilled to see I could contact her by email.

Curious to know more, I emailed her:

Kennedy, I hope I am not being forward, but having read your brief declaration of your intimate relationship with your son, I was hoping for advice. I too want to have sex with my son. I too have lost my husband. I too see my husband in my son's looks, voice and mannerisms. Can you give me advice on how to cross the line? Eager Mother

Pressing send, I went back to Literotica to read a few more stories before heading to work.

Getting back from work around ten at night after a long day at the hospital, where I am a nurse, I slipped out of my shoes and went to check on Paul.

I unbuttoned another button on my blouse before I knocked on his door and said, "Can I come in?"

"Sure," he said.

I stepped into his room and found him on his bed reading a book. "How was your day, honey?"

"Riveting," he sarcastically responded, looking at me.

"Is that an SAT word," I joked going to his bed.

"I don't think so," he shrugged, seemingly looking down at my legs as I walked towards him.

"What are you reading?" I asked, reaching him and sitting on the edge of his bed.

"A Fault in Our Stars," he answered, "I need to finish reading it before the movie comes out later this month."

"Cool," I said. I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek again, before adding, "It was a long day, I'm going to go shower."

"Okay, Mom," he nodded, his cheeks again going red. Obviously my kiss either turned him on or embarrassed him. I was dying to know which.

I stood up and headed to the door. Stopping, I turned around, noticing he was again looking down at my legs. Curious if I was correct, I sighed, "Darn pantyhose," and returned to the bed, put my foot on the end of the bed, bent over and fixed my nylon at the toes.

Although he returned to his book when I looked at him, it was obvious he was checking out my legs. I wondered if he was a leg man. Darren had been a breast man. He would spend hours playing with my breasts. He even loved fucking them with a generous amount of lube. Although he came in my cunt sometimes, and my mouth sometimes, more often than not he finished by pumping his cock in between my tits.

Standing back up and heading out, again stopping at the door, I turned around and again he quickly glanced away. I said, with just a hint of sexiness, "Good night, honey."

"G-g-goodnight, Mom," he briefly stammered.

Leaving his room, I was suddenly confident of two things:

One: he was a leg man

Two: I did turn him on

This newfound knowledge exciting me greatly, I went to the shower and pleasured myself like I occasionally did with the powerful shower head while thinking of Paul fucking me.

In my room, dressed only in my robe, I opened my laptop to check if I had gotten a response from Kennedy. A chill of excitement went up my spine as I clicked on her reply.

Hi, Thank you for the e-mail. I remember when I was in your situation.

My mixed emotions.

I was his mother I shouldn't feel this way.

Incest is wrong.

I will go to Hell.

Yet, the more I denied my own feelings (and can your own feelings be wrong?), the more I fantasized about my son.

I resisted for months, self-destructing the relationship I was currently in with a good man...he just wasn't my son.

In the end, I decided to take the risk and have been in the most loving, most sensual and most sexually satisfying relationship of my life ever since...and that includes my husband who I loved with all my heart.

Sex should be with someone you love and care about and although society frowns on it (although it was once very common), the reality is your own flesh and blood, whether that be son, daughter, mom, father, aunt, uncle, niece, nephew or any other blood relative is someone close to your heart and thus a logical person to be intimate with.

In conclusion, don't be ashamed by your feelings, as I mentioned before what you feel in your heart can't be wrong (no matter what society says); that said, we moved to another state when we decided to live as lovers where no one knows we are biological mother and son.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

Kennedy On yahoo as momplussoneequalsfun (I know it is silly but I thought it was humorous at the time)

I read the email three times and, exhausted, decided I would respond tomorrow. I shut down my computer and went to bed...wondering what the odds were that Paul could remotely feel for me the way I felt for him.

.....

The next morning, I responded to her e-mail:

Kennedy Thank you very much for your encouraging response.

I felt overwhelming guilt for having sexual feelings for my son, which were slightly dissipated by my online readings...yet being in a similar situation myself (my husband died when my son was three), I feel much more at ease with my feelings after reading your e-mail.

My question is: How did you go from these early yearnings to eventually having sex with your son?

I hope that is not too personal of a question to ask. If it is I apologize for being so presumptuous as to ask it.

Courtney

This time I signed my name, no longer ashamed by my feelings.

I cleaned the house for a bit, and talked to Mom on the phone before I headed into work where my thoughts of incest faded into the back of my mind while the demands of the job took over.

That night, I again was exhausted, and I again decided to check on Paul, who this time was on his computer playing some online game and didn't even hear me knock.

Entering, I startled him as he had his gaming headphones on. "Mom! Crap, you scared the heck out of me."

"I thought I'd let you know I'm home," I said, going to his bed and taking off my shoes.

He turned away from his game, which I took as flattery, as he watched me. I joked, "I think it's time to get you a girlfriend."

"Why?" He asked, trying to maintain eye contact with me and yet on more than one occasion taking quick, he thought unnoticeable, glimpses of my legs.

"When I was your age I was going to parties, meeting boys and well," I shrugged, as I took my first shoe off, "you know."

"What?" my adorable, but innocent son asked, clearly unable to focus on my words.

"Making out," I answered. "Plus, I met your dad when I was eighteen, too."

"You did?" He asked, "You've never told me how you and Dad met."

"It was lust at first sight," I joked, as I tossed my second shoe on the ground and collapsed backwards onto his bed.

"W-w-what?" He stammered, clearly distracted by both my words and my legs.

I rolled onto my side to face him, my legs stacked onto each other, and said, "You're eighteen, I guess you're old enough to hear this, if you can handle your old bag of a mother telling you about her young, wild days."





I noticed him adjust himself, which made me smile knowing the impact I was having on him. He said, "Mom, you're not old. You're only forty and look even younger."

"Over twice the age of the girls in your school," I pointed out.

Being the sweetheart he is, and a man way beyond his years, he countered, "Oh Mom, you still look like you are in your twenties."

"Oh, I love you for lying to me," I smiled, wiggling my toes.

"I'm not lying," he replied.

"So do you want to hear the story of how your father and I met?" I asked.

"Of course," he nodded.

"It's a bit spicy. I don't want you to lose respect for your mother. I was a lot different in high school than I am now," I warned, wanting him to want to hear about his mom's sex life.

"I'll never lose respect for you Mom," He answered.

"Even if you learn your mother was kind of a slut in her younger years?" I asked, frankly, trying to plant more seeds of my eagerness.

"Mom!" He gasped.

"Well, I was," I admitted, sitting back up.

"I can't believe you called yourself a slut," he said, clearly surprised.

Standing up, I said laughing, "Maybe you're right, hearing about your mother's slut days is probably in the way too much information category for any son."

He didn't say anything as I sensed he wasn't sure how to respond next. It was obvious he wanted to hear more and yet just as obvious that he couldn't possibly verbalize such a want because of his shyness.

I added, moving towards him, "I'm sorry about talking about my sex life. It's just that it's been a long, long, long, time."

He still seemed verbally paralyzed as I reached him, bent down, my very ample cleavage staring him in the face and gave him a kiss on the cheek, but unlike last time a bit closer to his lips.

Standing back up, I went and grabbed my shoes, bending over to give him a good long look at my ass, before getting ready to leave and saying, pointing to the screen, "I think you died."

He turned around and said, "Shoot, I forgot I was playing."

"Good night," I smiled, leaving him alone again...I hoped he would masturbate about me.

I went to my room, got undressed, grabbed the massage vibrator I had bought at a sex party held a few months ago by a fellow nurse, pulled up Literotica on my iPad and began reading more mother-son stories. My libido firing up after a long period of neglect, since I had begun fantasizing about Paul it didn't take long to get myself off as I imagined Paul as the son and me the mom in each story I read.

After my orgasm, I fell asleep almost instantly...my far-fetched fantasy beginning to seem plausible.

I was awakened early by a call from work asking me to come in and do a double shift.

Which led to a three day stretch where I mostly just worked and slept, without once having time to read my emails or do more than have an exhausted zombie-like talk with Paul.

That was followed by Paul's graduation day, with my parents coming down to see their first grandchild graduate. It ended up being a week of family and fun and, although I occasionally looked at Paul with inappropriate feelings, for the most part the idea of incest dissipated. Then came graduation and Paul wearing a tux. As soon as I first saw him in his tux, all the memories of Darren and our wedding came flooding back. I didn't see my son, but again I saw a man I was in love with.

All throughout the ceremony, dinner and family time, I kept looking at Paul as not just my son who had just graduated high school, but as a boy who was now a man who I could spend the rest of my life with. It was ridiculous, but the more I tried to push the idea away, the more I thought that way.

Having purposely avoided an email that had been in my inbox for a few days, once the evening of partying had ended, and I was three sheets to the wind, I logged into my email and finally read her response to my question.

Courtney Thank you for replying with your name. As I mentioned before there is nothing to be ashamed of. Your feelings are your feelings...regardless of whether you decide to act on them.

As for how Jimmy and I ended up lovers. After a few weeks of hints, touching and subtle flirting, I went onto his computer to search what he did online; hoping for hints of what turned him on. I was surprised he spent the majority of his time online not looking up porn (I just assumed that is what all teenage boys do). What I did find helped me cross the invisible line between mother and lover. He had a massive collection of photos of sons and moms having sex both as images or cartoons (I didn't know sex cartoons existed, but since have learned that there is cartoon sex for almost everything). With this knowledge that he too was interested in incest, and presumably with me, I decided the hell with it and came up with a plan.

At our house, Friday night had always been a movie night tradition back when my husband was still alive and we had kept it up even after his death. So the plan was to watch a porn film with him...then an even better idea popped into my head.

I, like you, had spent a lot of time on the internet dealing with my conflicting emotions and had found a website that made professional incest films. I went to the website and spent over an hour reading the descriptions and watching the trailers to quite a few films before choosing three (it was buy two get one free so I figured might as well). The titles were interesting and, I hoped, left no doubt to Jimmy of Mommy's willingness. They were: Pet Mommy Cheerleading for my son Mom, stockings and me These titles appealed to me because I am submissive, my son was the school quarterback and his girlfriend at the time was a cheerleader, and I loved wearing pantyhose (my legs are my best asset, as I have small breasts, and pantyhose only enhanced their visual appeal).

I eagerly waited for two weeks for them to arrive, the long weekend making it take longer even though I chose expedited shipping. When they did, I immediately popped one in and watched it. Three orgasms later, I was ready to go for broke.

On Friday, I stayed dressed in my work outfit. I am a secretary for an oil company that expects professional wear always (no casual Fridays for us) and knowing I would be seducing my son that night, I bought new thigh high silk stockings (over twenty bucks but they paid off with huge dividends), wore a black skirt, red blouse and a black blazer. I looked very good, truth be told, and got a few compliments during the day. I also had gone to the adult store across town and bought a cheerleader's outfit, including sexy crotchless pantyhose.

I told Jimmy that Mommy had chosen the movie this week and that it was something a bit edgier than usual. I had watched 'Pet Mommy' first and has also watched 'Mom, stockings and me' the night before in preparation of what I planned.

So it was 'Cheerleading for my Son' I had chosen for the final seduction. I was already sitting, my legs on the coffee table, the tops of my thigh high stockings visible, when he came in with popcorn and soda. I patted the seat beside me and said, "Come cozy up with Mom."

He did, but not before taking a long look my nylon clad legs.

Once he was seated, I warned, "The movie I chose is a little different."

"Okay," he nodded, with a look of curiosity.

"But your eighteen and I want you and me to be able to watch anything," I continued, surprising him by moving my legs off the coffee table and onto his lap...directly onto his cock, which was definitely hard. I asked, remote in hand, "Could you please rub Mommy's feet? I had a LONG, HARD, day."

His eyes went big, but he indeed massaged my feet. I asked, "Ready for a movie that will change your life?"

"Sure," he said, staring at my feet as he was massaging them.

I had already got it in place, after the title, in hopes of speeding up the process, but without giving away everything before the film started. Pressing play, I realized there was no turning back now.

I won't bore you with the details, but after watching fifteen minutes of the movie, long enough for the mom, dressed in a cheerleader outfit, to drop to her knees and get her son ready for the big game (his girlfriend unavailable to do the pre-game ritual), I excused myself for a moment.

I returned a couple of minutes later in a tight cheerleading outfit, with pom poms and crotchless pantyhose for easy access to my cunt and ass.

On the television, the mom was bobbing hungrily on her son's cock as I asked, posing in front of him, "Does my son want some personal motivation?"

His eyes went wide, as I dropped to my knees in front of him and squeezed his stiff cock through his pants. "Is this hard because of Mommy?"

He stammered, "Y-y-yes."

"Does my son want Mommy to suck his cock?" I asked, looking up at him as I rubbed his cock, more determined than ever to make this happen.

"M-M-Mom!" He moaned.

I fished out his cock, taking his lack of protest as a yes. Once I had his cock out, I moaned, "Mmmmmm, what a beautiful cock." Before, he could respond, I took his cock in my mouth.

I won't bore you with the rest of the details...as this has gone on way longer than I meant to (and got myself all worked up), but after swallowing his first load in only a couple of minutes, he went down on me and we fucked long into the night.

I apologize if this is way too much information...but reminiscing about it really got me drawn back into that special moment.

If you have my more questions please let me know...

Kennedy

.....

My pussy was on fire after reading Kennedy's thorough story of her seduction of her son and I found myself wishing she had given me more details. I closed my eyes and pleasured myself imagining it was me in a cheerleading outfit and my son was the one being seduced. Not surprisingly, I came rather quickly.

I replied back, once I had recovered:

Kennedy, Thank you so much for the detailed, and inspiring story...you didn't bore me and I would have loved to have read the rest of the story. Besides helping me with my own seduction of my son, it brought me to a glorious orgasm. I think I will have to find some of those movies!

How did he respond after you took his cock in your mouth? Was there any reluctance from him? How did you deal with your actions the morning after?

Thanks again for your support.

Courtney

Unfortunately, the next few days I barely saw Paul as he began work and I worked a lot of doubles as summer holidays started. Curious if my son maybe had a nylon fetish, which would explain his constant glances down at my legs, I tried testing it out by wearing them around the house.

So over the next few days, I always wore nylons and it was quite apparent they were a distraction to him.

I also went online and downloaded some incest videos. Watching the previews and reading the summaries had my pussy on fire and it took all my will power to not get myself off before choosing the videos.

There were videos of all combinations of incest, but I focused on mom-son incest. I read a few summaries before finding one I knew I had to get:

Nurse Mommy A mother nurses her son back to health after a sports injury.

I clicked on the preview and it was a nurse who looked, oddly enough, a lot like me in the traditional nurse's white outfit checking on her son...checking his pulse on his arm and then on his cock. It flashed to her sucking him, then riding him and getting a full facial before the brief thirty second preview ended with the nurse saying, "I hope Mommy made you feel better."

My pussy instantly tingled as I clicked on the 'add to basket' button.

I ended up buying two more, I don't know why, 'Nurse Mommy' was obviously the perfect choice:

'Making Mommy Mine' was a video about a son seducing his mom and making her his slut. (the idea of him seducing me instead of the other way around turned me on)

'Backdoor Mommy' was, not surprisingly, a video in which her son took her anal cherry (the idea of having anal sex, another thing I had never done, with my son somehow made me wet...even though I had always refused to do it with Darren).

I ordered the videos and downloaded them to my computer...because of their size and my slow computer, it took all night.

The next few days again flew by with work. It wasn't until a few days after I had responded that I got another email from Kennedy:

Hi my sweet partner in incest, I was worried I had offended you when I didn't get a response for so long. I'm happy to know you enjoyed the story...it is completely true.

How is your seduction going? Is your son a Mother-fucker yet? Oh how I love that term!!!

In regards to your questions: Once I deep throated his cock, I just bobbed hungrily without looking up until he shot his load down my throat in only a couple of minutes. When I was done, I asked if he enjoyed Mommy's motivational approach and he stammered, 'It was amazing'. I asked if there was anything else I could do to motivate him and to my surprise and excitement he took control. He tossed me onto the couch, buried his face in my pussy and ate me to orgasm. He then fucked me long and hard while telling me he planned on making me his pet mommy which only enhanced my euphoria as I came again and again.

Next morning, I woke up to a cock in my mouth to tell you the truth...so there was no awkwardness...just an acknowledgement of our new relationship.

Jimmy understands all my sexual needs: to be used as a slut, yet to be loved. The sentence seems like an oxymoron I suppose, yet it is exactly who I am. I love being called his mommy-slut in the throes of passion. I love having him grab my hair as he fills my pussy or ass with his cock; I also love the intimacy of having his arms wrapped around me as I drift into slumber regardless of whether it is just after he filled me with his cum or we just went to bed as the loving couple we are.

In the end, I got to have my cake and eat it too...both physically and metaphorically.

Good luck in becoming a Mommy-slut or whatever you hope to have in your relationship with your son.

Love Kennedy

My pussy again burning with lust after reading her response, I quickly responded:

Kennedy, Thank you again for your response. Every time I read your responses I get horny as hell. I want to do this...NO...I NEED to do this! I am going to try soon, but still don't know how to cross that final frontier.

Courtney

I clicked on my movie files and selected Making Mommy Mine. As I slowly teased my pussy, wanting this orgasm to build slowly, I watched the action in the video:

"Mom, come in here," the son bellowed from his bedroom...butt-naked and completely hard.

The mother came in and froze when she saw her son naked. "Bruce, what are you doing?"

"Giving you what you want," he answered.

"Excuse me?" The mom asked, even as she kept taking glimpses of her son's hard cock.

"I've been on your computer," he revealed. "I have checked your browser history."

"Bruce, that is my private computer," she said, even as her cheeks went redder...even as she continued to glance down at his cock.

"Do you want to be my Mommy-slut or not?" He asked, bluntly, as he began stroking his cock.

"Bruce, please," she protested weakly (her acting was not why she was hired, obviously).

"Please, what, Mommy-slut?" he smirked.

"Bruce, I'm your Mother!" she said, pointing out the obvious.

"Yes, that is why I called you Mommy-slut and not just slut," he responded smugly.

"Bruce," she began, but was cut off.

"Knees, Mother," he ordered.

Just the thought of hearing those words from Paul sent a chill up my back.

She stared at him for a moment, obviously for dramatic effect, before she reluctantly lowered herself to the floor.

"Good, Mommy-slut," he purred. "Crawl to me."

Again there was a brief moment of hesitation, before she wordlessly obeyed the order and began crawling to her well-endowed son.

"Do you know what day it is, Mommy-slut?" He asked, looking down at her once she reached him.

"No," she whispered, clearly ashamed of what was transpiring even though it was her fantasy.

"It's National Nude Day," he revealed.

"Oh," she said, staring at his cock, which was now directly in front of her face.

"So, shouldn't you be naked?" He asked.

"You want to see me naked?" She asked, seemingly surprised, which was odd considering he was already naked and she was already on her knees.

"It's Nude Day," he said, "of course I expect you nude."

She remained on all fours, clearly unsure what to do next.

"Stand up," he ordered.

She obeyed.

"Strip for me," he instructed.

Hands trembling, just like mine were as I watched the incestuous act, she unbuttoned her blouse. Once undone, she hesitated.

He reached over and helped her take off her blouse. Now in her bra, which held in a pair of large fake tits, he ordered, "Bra, too."

Again there was a brief hesitation as she stared into his eyes, before she moved her hands behind her back, unclasped her bra and let it fall to the ground, revealing her perfectly sculpted breasts.





He cupped them and said, "Do you know how long I have wanted to suck on these, Mommy-slut?"

She moaned as he leaned forward and took his mother's nipple in his mouth. After a few seconds, finally giving in to the act, she instructed, "Yes, baby, suck on Mommy's titties."

He moved from one to the other, squeezing them together, as he kissed, nibbled and bit her breasts and nipples.

After a couple of minutes of concentrated attention on his mom's breasts, he ordered, "Now let's see the rest of you."

Her reluctance faded, she unzipped her jeans, tugged them off, took off her socks and stood in front of her son in only a pair of blue panties.

"Those too," he instructed. "I want to see my Mommy-slut's cunt."

She asked, now flirty, as she slid her last remaining piece of clothing down her legs, "What does my son plan to do with his Mommy?"

"Make you my personal plaything," he answered, as he put his hands on her shoulders and guided her back to her knees.

She took his cock in her hand, and asked, "Does my son want Mommy to suck his cock?"

"A better question," he countered, "is do you want to become an obedient Mommy-slut?"

"God, yes," she moaned, as did I simultaneously, my orgasm close.

"I will expect complete obedience," he continued, taking his cock and moving its mushroom top around his mom's lips.

"Yes, Master," she replied, obviously completely drawn in to the idea of being submissive to her son.

"I'll expect unlimited access to all three of your holes," he continued, as he shoved his cock in her mouth.

Slobber sounds echoed as he roughly face-fucked his mother. I had never had someone do that to me, nor had I wanted to, but seeing it happen made me curious.

He pulled out and asked, "Does my Mommy-slut give me unlimited access to her pretty mouth, her shaved pussy and her beautiful ass?"

"God, yes," she agreed eagerly, as she began rubbing herself.

He went to the bed, lied down, then ordered, "Come ride your Master, Mommy-slut."

She quickly obeyed, while I began quickly frigging myself, my orgasm now dying to erupt.

As she bounced up and down on his cock, I closed my eyes and listened to the moans, as I imagined it was me riding Paul...me becoming a Mommy-slut.

Seconds later, my orgasm hit and I screamed, "Yes, Paaaaul."

A few minutes later, my orgasm having subsided, an idea popped into my head. Nude Day was coming soon and although my idea came from a porno film, I figured it just may work.

For the next couple of weeks, until Nude Day, I was on a roller coaster of emotion and anxiety. When up, I couldn't wait until Nude Day to attempt the final seduction of Paul. When down, I questioned my sanity and moral integrity at my constant obsession. I said as much to Kennedy during a chat, having had a couple during the past week as she continued to strangely be my rock as I wavered back and forth between fantasy and reality.

Momplusoneequalsfun: are you excited about tomorrow?

Curiousmom: one minute I am, the next I chastise myself.

Momplusoneequalsfun: you're so cute

Curiousmom: thanks?

Momplusoneequalsfun: I just remember feeling the exact same way before Jimmy's and my first time

Curiousmom: how did you deal with the conflicting emotions?

Momplusoneequalsfun: alcohol

Curiousmom: seriously?

Momplusoneequalsfun: yes, a couple of cocktails relaxed me substantially

Curiousmom: I may have to drink scotch to get to that state

Momplusoneequalsfun: it is considered a sure fire panty remover

Curiousmom: it often lowered my standards in college lol

Momplusoneequalsfun: ah memories

Curiousmom: do you have any regrets?

Momplusoneequalsfun: only in that generally we have to keep our mother-son relationship a secret even though our relationship as a younger guy dating an older woman is common knowledge in our community

Curiousmom: does anyone in your community know the truth?

Momplusoneequalsfun: no, which is frustrating, always living a lie...yet the overwhelming love I have for Jimmy overrides the secret I must keep

Curiousmom: that must be frustrating

Momplusoneequalsfun: it used to be. At first it really gnawed on me as I wanted to share all my feelings with someone, a girlfriend for example, but couldn't...thank God for the Internet

Curiousmom: are there lots of women like us?

Momplusoneequalsfun: more than I ever could have imagined and quadruple that if u include all the women who fantasize about it

The thought that I wasn't some sick, twisted pervert and there were others like me either fantasizing or actually doing it made me feel better.

Curiousmom: wow!!!

Momplusoneequalsfun: and times it by nine if you factor in that 90 percent of boys and men fantasize about some sort of sexual relationship with their mother

Curiousmom: 90?

Momplusoneequalsfun: and I think that is a low estimate

Curiousmom: really?

Momplusoneequalsfun: it's completely logical if you think about it. There are tons of theories on it

Based on Paul's attention to me the past few weeks, I knew I got him horny...but this too enhanced my comfort with the decision I had already made...to seduce my son tomorrow on Nude Day.

Curiousmom: crazy, so you think there is over a 90 percent likelihood that Paul has fantasized having sex with me

Momplusoneequalsfun: closer to a 100

Suddenly the thought of my brother wanting to fuck my mom popped into my head.

Curiousmom: so my brother likely wanted to have sex with his mother

Momplusoneequalsfun: yep

Curiousmom: wow

Momplusoneequalsfun: the other thing that has been very therapeutic is Walden Island

Curiousmom: what is Walden Island

Momplusoneequalsfun: an incest resort

Curiousmom: no way

Momplusoneequalsfun: there are a few secluded incest retreats in the world, but of the few Jimmy and I have been to it is the best

The thought of a resort that catered to families who committed incest seemed surreal and yet instantly I wanted to go to it....with Paul.

Curiousmom: you're serious

Momplusoneequalsfun: I don't joke about incest

Curiousmom: every time I talk to u I learn something new that shocks the shit out of me

Momplusoneequalsfun: if you're interested in meeting, Jimmy and I are going there in early August

A rush coursed through my body at the offer. I would love to meet others who were living the incest lifestyle (was lifestyle the right word?). Plus, I was super curious to meet Kennedy and Jimmy.

Curiousmom: really?

Momplusoneequalsfun: u have to have a personal invite to come to the resort, but once u come u r a forever member

Curiousmom: u have me curious

Momplusoneequalsfun: finish your seduction and I will make sure to get u an invite

Curiousmom: k

Momplusoneequalsfun: Jimmy just got home and is trying to shove his cock in my mouth

I gasped. I imagined she was just saying that to shock me, but the visual of Paul doing the same thing to me popped into my head.

Curiousmom: that is so hot

Momplusoneequalsfun: a little distracting truthfully

Curiousmom: I bet it is

Momplusoneequalsfun: sorry mommy-slut has a mouthful of cock; so tell me mommy-slut r u going to fuck your son

I gasped, it was Jimmy messaging to me; I was talking to a son who fucked his mother. I paused, unsure what to say...this somehow feeling more surreal talking to him.

Curiousmom: I am thinking about it

Momplusoneequalsfun: u just need to let him know and then like my mommy-slut u can have a mouthful of cock

Curiousmom: I wish I did at the moment

Momplusoneequalsfun: well then seduce your son and u will have a live in cock available at all times

Curiousmom: u make it sound so simple

Momplusoneequalsfun: it is...I know 4 sure ur son wants to bang u

Curiousmom: how can u be so sure?

Momplusoneequalsfun: because I'm a son and I have never met a guy who hasn't thought about it, fantasized about it and obsessed over it

Curiousmom: I hope you are right

Momplusoneequalsfun: the only concern for u is understanding that once u open Pandora's Box there is no closing it

I realized he was right; what if Paul was repulsed by my offer? What if after we committed incest, I decided I didn't want to do it any more?

Curiousmom: that is a very good point

Momplusoneequalsfun: good luck, Mom has got my cock nice and hard and it's definitely time to fuck her

Curiousmom: oh my...that is so hot

Momplusoneequalsfun: want to watch?

I froze. The thought of watching incest live had pussy juice gushing into my panties. Yet, was he serious?

Curiousmom: pardon?

Momplusoneequalsfun: do u have Skype?

Curiousmom: yes

Momplusoneequalsfun: Mom trusts u and says if u want to see the reward for crossing the line with your son u can watch us

I couldn't believe the offer. I desperately wanted to watch, yet if we Skype'd there would not only be a face to the email, but she would have my face. What if she revealed my dirty secrets? After a brief consideration, I just sensed that she would never do that.

Curiousmom: u would do that?

Momplusoneequalsfun: of course, but be warned we r very verbal when in the throes of passion...plus Mom would love to meet u...she doesn't get to be her true self with many people

Curiousmom: okay, I'm in

Momplusoneequalsfun: great give me a minute to get everything ready

We exchanged Skype addresses and a couple of minutes later, trepidation coursing through my very being, I was staring at a women a lot like me...completely and utterly normal. She was pretty, slim, and looked like your typical next door neighbour. No way would I have ever guessed she was a woman who had sex with her son.

As if reading my mind, she said, "I'm not what you expected."

"I really didn't know what to expect," I replied, before adding with a playful smile, "although you don't look to have the massive fake breasts all the moms do in the videos you got me addicted to."

She laughed, actually it was more of a snort which somehow made her more real to me, "These tiny puppies are all natural."

"I wish mine were smaller," I admitted. My 38DD's are a heavy load to carry.

"Let's see them," came a male voice from behind,

Kennedy smiled apologetically, "You don't have to if you don't want to."

After a brief pause, I shrugged, feeling somehow completely comfortable with her, "While in Rome."

"Romans were incest crazy," Kennedy smiled, as I took off my blouse and bra. "Wow, Jimmy would drown himself in those."

Suddenly Jimmy popped into the picture, "Those are some big cans." Jimmy was a good looking man with a couple tattoos.

"He is so eloquent," Kennedy said, shaking her head apologetically.

"Boys, what can you do?" I joked.

"Fuck them," Jimmy said, standing back up, showing only his bottom half, particularly his six inch erect cock, in view. "Come show our new friend your cocksucking skills, Mommy-slut."

Kennedy winked at me, dropped to her knees and took her son's cock in her mouth. Reading Literotica stories was hot, reading forums intriguing and watching online films sexy, but watching a real, authentic act of incest, was the biggest turn on of my life.

Jimmy groaned, "That's it Mommy-slut, deep throat my cock."

I watched Kennedy do just that, easily devouring all six inches with each deep thrust.

My hand went to my cunt, slowly rubbing myself while I watched the taboo act. Kennedy moaned on his cock, slobbering noises only enhancing the authenticity. She loved sucking cock...her son's cock.

A couple of minutes later, Jimmy asked, "What does Mommy-slut want?"

Kennedy allowed his cock to slide out of her mouth, looked up at Jimmy and said, "I want my son's big hard cock in Mommy's cunt."

"What about her ass?" Jimmy questioned.

"My holes are yours," Kennedy replied without hesitation.

"Bend over and stare at our new Mommy-slut, while I bang you from behind," Jimmy ordered.

"Yes, baby," Kennedy eagerly agreed, standing up, bending over, and now staring directly at me. She asked, smiling, "Enjoying the show?"

"God, yes," I moaned, fingering myself wishing I was her.

"This can be you, Courtney," she suggested.

"I know," I nodded.

"Do you want to make your son a Mother-fucker?" she asked.

"God, yes," I repeated, the idea dominating my every thought.

"Fuuuck, yes, Jimmy," Kennedy screamed, as she got filled with cock.

I wondered which hole, but got my answer, as Kennedy got animated, while staring at me the whole time, "That's it baby, fuck Mommy's ass."

I had never had a cock in my ass, never wanted to, but hearing her moans of pleasure, watching her facial expressions of joy, the idea suddenly seemed intriguing. I asked, "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Nooooo," she moaned, as her son fucked her hard, the picture shaking with each thrust. "It's the ultimate act of submission."

After a few more deep thrusts, she added, "Although it took a while to get used to."

Jimmy quipped, "You screamed like hell the first time I buried my cock in your ass."

"That's because I wasn't used to having your big snake pounding it," Kennedy chuckled looking back at her son.

"I can't fathom it feeling good," I said, although her heavy breathing and moans of euphoria sure made a good counter-argument.

Looking back at me, she explained, "Ohhhh, it takes a few times to get used to it and I recommend lube, lots and lots of lube."

"Memo taken," I joked, wondering if I would ever let Paul or any other man sodomize me. Before today, the idea never would have even crossed my mind, but now...well...I no longer knew what my sexual restrictions were.

"Beg, Mommy-slut." Jimmy demanded, "beg for your asshole to be reamed."

Although I loved watching, listening to her moans of pleasure, I wasn't a big fan of his aggressive approach...I wanted to make love to Paul, not be his personal fuck-toy...although maybe I could have both.

She begged, clearly close to reaching orgasm, "Yes, baby, fuck Mommy's ass, show our new friend how big a slut I am for you."

"Come for her, Mommy-slut, come from getting your ass reamed," Jimmy demanded, fucking her so hard from behind I could hear the slapping of skin as he fucked her.

"Oh yes, baby, make mommy your ass slut," Kennedy moaned, her breathing getting heavier as she stared at me.

I couldn't believe I said it, but I was so intoxicated, I added, while frantically fingering myself, "Yes, Kennedy, come for me. Come like the Mommy-sluts we are."

"Ohhhhhh fuuuuck," she screamed, as her orgasm hit.

I followed suit a few seconds later, "Yeeeeeesssss."

A few moments later, Jimmy grunted, moved Kennedy out of the way, his cock now staring me in the face, "Here it comes Mommy-slut, open that hungry mouth of yours." I instantly obeyed, opening my mouth wide, eager to taste his cum.

He stroked his cock furiously and soon the computer screen was coated with his cum as he gave me a virtual facial. I was frustrated as I wanted to taste his cum and was so drawn into the moment I leaned forward and licked my computer screen.

Kennedy did too, getting the real goo as our lips met virtually. I had never kissed a girl, but if she would have actually been there in front of me, I would have melted into her. Our tongues shared the cum as we cleaned the computer screen of every drop of Jimmy's seed.

"I think she is ready," Jimmy acknowledged.

Kennedy, looking into my eyes as she backed up a bit, nodded, "She is definitely ready."

I leaned back too, "That was intense."

"Just wait until we meet in person," she smiled, hinting that she was bisexual.

I smiled back, caught in the moment, "I hope that will be soon."

"August 17th is when we are heading to Walden Island if you want to join us," she said, extending another invitation to this exclusive incest island.

"I will definitely be there," already planning to take time off, I still had three weeks of vacation time not yet used.

"But you got to get banged by your son first," Jimmy added, as his cock, still hard, reappeared on the screen.

Kennedy added, as she began stroking his cock, "Be warned, young men have a lot more stamina and expect it regularly."

"I hope so," I nodded, not even remembering the last time I had had a real cock in me.

"Still one more hole to fill, Mommy-slut," Jimmy said, just as I heard a door slam downstairs.

My eyes wide, I stammered, "I-I-I have to go."

"You should let him come and watch," Jimmy suggested, shoving his cock in his mom's mouth, a cock that was last in her ass.

"Maybe after I finish what I started," I agreed, grabbing my blouse, my bra still on the floor.

"Later, alligator," he quipped.

I closed my laptop, got dressed and headed downstairs to greet my son, wondering if I smelt of sex when a sudden idea popped into my head.

He was just heading into the kitchen when I walked up and gave him a big hug and greeted him like I used to do to my husband, "Hi, honey, how was your day?"

"Surprisingly boring," he answered when I let him go.

"Well, I am going to order pizza and I think I need to finish the story about your dad and I," I said with a smile.

"You did leave me hanging," he said.

"I'll tell you all about it, but be warned it isn't PG-13," I teased.

"Thankfully, I'm not thirteen," he countered, glancing down to my nylon-clad legs.

"Sooooooooo true," I purred, my flirtatious tone not even remotely hidden, as I went to the phone and ordered pizza.

Half an hour later, the pizza arrived and as we ate on the couch side-by-side while watching Wheel of Fortune I decided to add more hints of my willingness for incest by retelling the story of his dad and me.

"So, I promised you a story," I began.

"You have me curious," he said, "I can't fathom you being wild."

I pouted, "Why, because I'm a boring wet rag?"

"No, it's just you're my mom," he answered, which wasn't really an answer.

"Well trust me, your mother is a lot more than meets the eye," I smiled, the innuendo implied not likely obvious to Paul.

"Okay," Paul nodded, clearly unsure where this was going.

"So I was dating Wally when I met your dad," I began, remembering how crazy that night was. I wasn't necessarily a slut back in high school and college, but I also wasn't a prude. I liked sucking cock, I liked getting fucked, I liked being wanted. Yet, I didn't sleep around when dating someone, I just didn't date someone for a long time.





"You cheated on someone to hook up with dad?" he asked, a look of shock on his face...his sweet mother a cheater.

"Not really," I answered, before adding, "but it wasn't a normal situation either."

"You have me confused," he said.

"Let me tell the whole story and it will make sense," I promised, as I realized I had never told anyone the complete story of how I met my husband (although it is a lot simpler than How I Met Your Mother).

"Sorry, you just have me curious," he said, "you seldom mention Dad."

"I don't?" I asked, realizing I suppose that was true.

"Not really," he nodded.

"Well, I will change that," I said, "for starters, you and your dad are a lot alike."

"We are?" he asked.

"Oh, God yes," I smiled, putting my hand on his leg subtly. "You have the same eyes, same smile, same laugh, same voice and, truth be told, the same body."

"Really?" he asked.

"Take off your glasses," I suggested, as I pulled out my phone. Once he did, I snapped a photo and stood up and grabbed a frame with a photo of Darren a few months before he passed and brought it back to the couch. I said, showing him the two photos, "Twins."

He laughed, "I think you need glasses."

"Oh honey," I said sweetly, "you're too hard on yourself, you're a very good looking young man and like your dad, you will be well sought after in college."

"Unlikely," he replied.

"Trust me, in college girls are looking for more than just the football quarterback."

"If you say so," he said, not really believing me.

"Maybe the story of your father and I will give you some confidence," I suggested, before continuing, "So it was a Halloween party and, being college, that meant it was dress like a slut and get away with it night. So to tease the crap out of Wally, who had a thing for superheroes, I dressed in a very skimpy Batgirl outfit, my identity partially hidden by the mask. Now Wally was a bit of a computer dork, back when computers were really a career opportunity. The party we went to was full of who today's youth would call nerds and geeks. I was having my own self-image crisis, sick of dating really good looking, buff, jocks who treated me like crap...thus I began dating a nice guy...Wally."

Paul joked, "That sure doesn't happen at my high school."

"College honey, everything changes in college," I smiled, again squeezing his leg tenderly. "Anyways, after a fair amount of wine and some scotch, which always lowers my inhibitions, Wally and I ended up having a quickie in the bathroom."

Paul gasped, "Mom!"

"Honey, you are eighteen and old enough to have such a conversation. Your father would have had the sex talk a couple of years ago with you if he was alive."

"I have the internet," he pointed out.

"I'm sure you do," I said, teasingly, making him blush. "Anyways, it may have been my inebriated state, it may have been the fact that Wally got off but I didn't, or it could have been how cute your father looked in his Batman suit, but I walked over to him and said."

I paused, wanting to see if Paul was listening.

"What did you say?" he asked excitedly.

"Before I continue," I said, "will you do me a favour?"

"Sure," Paul nodded.

"My feet are killing me," I said, "I wore four inch heels all day."

"That is crazy," he said.

"I know," I smiled, "the things we do to look good for men."

He asked, suddenly looking jealous, I thought, "Who were you wearing heels for?"

"No one particular," I shrugged. After a moment, I asked, "Will you massage my feet for me, honey?"

His eyes went big with a look of excitement as I repositioned myself to put my stocking-clad feet on his lap.

He tried to regain his composure as he said, "Sure, Mom," then began massaging my right foot.

"That feels so nice," I said softly, partly to tease him, but also because it was true.

"So what did you say to Dad?" Paul asked, as he stared at my feet and legs.

"You may never see your old Mother the same," I warned.

"I'll always see you as my Mother," he said.

That deflated me briefly, as I hoped he would see me as a lot more than his mother tomorrow, so I said, "I hope you can see me as more than just your Mother."

"What do you mean?" Paul asked, confused.

"Oh nothing," I sighed. "It's just that, well, sometimes I feel so old."

"Mom, you're forty, that is not even mid-life yet," he comforted me.

"I know, I know," I replied, "it just seems that I have shrivelled up inside."

"You should be dating," he suggested.

I sighed, "I just can't find anyone who is remotely as good for me as your father was." I then added the innuendo with what I had planned for tomorrow, "plus, I already have the perfect man in the house." After a lengthy silence as I allowed my words to marinate in Paul's mind, I continued, "So I walked up to your dad-to-be and asked him 'Does Batman want to fuck Batgirl?'"

"Mom!" he gasped, although he continued massaging my foot.

"I told you I would surprise you," I said, before asking, "Can you do my other foot, too?"

He switched feet as I continued, "I didn't even wait for an answer before I grabbed his hand and led him back to the room I had just been in." I paused, Paul's face of shock telling me he wasn't ready for such detailed information about his mother's sex life. I stammered, suddenly feeling guilty, "I-I-I'm s-s-sorry Paul, I have said too much."

I quickly stood up, even though I was really enjoying the foot massage.

He stood up to and said, "It's okay, Mom."

I smiled, "I'm sorry, it's just I don't have anyone to talk to about your dad."

"I understand," he said sincerely and pulled me into a hug.

As our bodies crashed together, I felt his very stiff cock poking at my leg. I briefly pondered just dropping to my knees, pulling out his cock and devouring it whole, yet I was no longer sure he wanted to have sex with me. Although he was definitely hard, and he practically drooled over my legs and massaging my feet, his verbal response of shock to my story conflicted with the physical evidence.

Breaking the hug, I looked up at him, Paul was over six feet tall like his father, and said, "I love you, son."

"I love you too, Mom," he smiled back.

Deciding to take one more risk before the evening was over, I leaned forward and briefly kissed him on the lips, then said, "I'm going to go and take a bath."

"Okay," he said, looking bewildered, I sensed, with conflicting feelings towards his mother.

In the bath, I hoped I had left enough hints, created enough intrigue and stirred enough sexual lust that tomorrow my plan would come to fruition. I had doubts, more than I had before the conversation, but the more I thought about it, the more I believed he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to fuck him. I just had to give him the ultimate, no doubt about it, green light, and that I would do tomorrow.

After my bath, which included a very lengthy intimate encounter with my shower head, I spent a couple hours in my room watching television and trying not to overthink what had just transpired or worry about tomorrow. At bedtime, I knocked on Paul's door and after being allowed in asked, "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"I have no plans," he answered, already in bed, under the sheets, his cheeks red.

"Excellent," I said, "tomorrow, you're all mine."

"Okay," he said, looking at me strangely.

"Trust me," I smiled. Walking over to his bed, I leaned in and kissed him on the lips again, this time lingering just a millisecond longer, making sure my breasts were directly in his point of view, "I have a very full day ahead for you."

"W-w-what do you have planned?" he stammered.

"Oh, that's a surprise," I smiled, glancing towards his crotch area every so slyly, before standing up and heading towards the door.

At the door, I turned and asked, "Did you know tomorrow is National Nude Day?"

"I didn't know such a day existed," he said.

"Now you do," I shrugged and left him to finish what I likely interrupted.

I went to bed excited and nervous about tomorrow...but I decided that the seeds were planted and all I had to do now was let it grow.

.....

I woke up next morning, surprisingly, after ten o'clock...I seldom slept past eight. I lay in bed a few minutes as I contemplated whether or not I was really going to go through with my plan. I pondered the decision by making a mental pros and cons list:

Pros:

-I loved Paul

-I could finally feel the intimacy I had long searched for

-Incest was the ultimate form of love

-I wanted to share everything with Paul

-I desperately wanted him

Cons:

-Lust is a sin

-I would forever change the mother-son relationship with my son

-It was morally wrong

-What if Paul rejected my advances?

-I could lose everything

-Religion?

The religious piece I hadn't really considered, even while at church the past few weeks. I grabbed my robe, grabbed the laptop and logged on, I searched online for religious philosophy on incest. Although I read extremes from both sides, a few things stood out that made me feel comfortable I wouldn't burn in hell for my lust:

-Although the bible definitely doesn't promote incest, Adan and Eve had the same DNA and would clearly be considered brother and sister today.

-Abraham and Sarah were brother and sister.

-All animals started one male, one female, which means all life began through incest.

-Which theoretically implied that every relationship in the world is incestuous if you followed the many, many generations.

Those thoughts made me feel comfortable with my decision to sleep with my son, then I read the following that made me feel that fate was guiding me to finish my seduction today on Nude Day:

-God wanted all people to be nudists, thus another day that celebrates God is Nude Day.

I took a deep breath, I dropped my robe and walked to Paul's room. His door was open and I realized he was already up. I paused, suddenly wondering if not being in his room was a sign I wasn't supposed to do this. I was still contemplating my next move when I jumped from Paul's words.

"Mom!" Paul gasped from behind me.

I turned around, completely naked, allowing my son to see my firm breasts and trimmed pussy, "Good morning, Paul. Happy Nude Day."

He stammered, clearly shocked by seeing me naked, "Y-y-you too."

I smiled, "I hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable, but now that you're eighteen I believe you are old enough to celebrate Nude Day the way it was originally meant to be celebrated."

He stared at me. Clearly unsure what to say, what to do.

Being the aggressor, I walked the few feet to him, and asked, "Are you going to join your Mother in celebrating Nude Day?"

"S-s-sure," he stammered, unable to make eye contact with me.

"Great," I smiled cheerfully, "get undressed and come join me for breakfast."

"O-o-okay," he stuttered, as I walked past him and towards the kitchen.

I put an apron on to protect my front as I began making bacon and eggs, put kept my ass completely visible. I was half done making breakfast when Paul joined me, naked, except in a towel. I didn't question it, deciding to wait until I was done making breakfast. I asked, "How was your sleep?"

"All right," he answered, sitting down at the table.

"Did you finish reading that book?" I asked, trying to make small talk to make him more comfortable in this clearly surreal situation.

"Yes, it was amazing," he said, his voice more like himself. He did love talking about literature.

"How so?" I asked, my ass still in complete view for him.

"The author just created two realistic teenagers," he answered.

"Interesting," I nodded, "when does the movie come out?"

"Next Friday," he answered.

"Maybe I should read it and we can go together," I suggested.

"That would be great," he said.

"It's a date," I quipped, playfully.

I finished making breakfast, made two plates and joined Paul at the table.

I stood back up, took off the apron and tossed it on the counter, before sitting back down, my breasts now in full view for Paul while he ate.

I said, "I hope you are okay with this Paul. I personally feel so liberated being allowed to show this body that God created."

"It's a little strange," he admitted.

"I know, I know," I agreed, wanting to make him comfortable. "But in truth you have seen me naked many times when you were young."

He didn't say anything and we ate in silence as I pondered my next approach.

Once done eating, I stood up and asked, "If you want I will put something on to make you more comfortable."

His face beet red, he nodded, "That may be a good idea."

I smiled, and said, "Be right back."

I quickly went to my room, grabbed a pair of thigh high stockings and put them on. I was going to go back downstairs to finish the seduction, but suddenly realized my bedroom was a much more logical location.

I called out, "Paul would you come to my room please?"

I waited, trepidation no longer there, but instead an insatiable hunger to quench my thirst...in reality my body had been in the desert of sexual denial for so long and Paul was the mirage of satisfaction I planned to make real.

He walked into my room, still in his towel, and froze, seeing that I was still, for all reality's sake, naked.

I smiled, sat on the edge of my bed, crossed my nylon clad legs and asked, "Is this better?"

He was literally speechless. Actually, if my seduction was a cartoon he would have been Roger Rabbit when he sees Jessica walking in all sultry as his mouth was dropped wide open.

Deciding it was now or never, I continued, "I know you're a leg man, and I am pretty sure you are a nylons man too, am I right?"

"I-I-I guess," he stammered, paralysed in shock as, I hoped, I was making his fantasy a reality.

"I see you have a towel on still." I smiled, swinging my foot, wanting to draw him hypnotically to me.

"Um," he vaguely replied, greatly distracted by my feet, legs and nudity.

"Drop your towel, Paul," I instructed, before adding, "let Mommy see how big a man you have become."

He was trembling as he stammered, looking down, his face beet red, "I-I-I can't."

"Why, baby?" I asked, my tone dripping with sexuality.

"I-I-I'm hard," he admitted.

"Are you hard because of Mommy?" I asked, standing up and walking towards him.

"Y-y-yes," he stuttered, looking ashamed.

Reaching him, I admitted, "Paul, my pussy is soaking wet...for you." I leaned forward and kissed him. The kiss, at first, was awkward as our lips touched and he stood frozen like a statue. But like the prince whose kiss wakes up Snow White, my kiss eventually brought to life my son. He began kissing back, although with nervous apprehension.

I whispered, "I love you, Paul and I want to show you just how much." I dropped to my knees, tugged his towel which fell harmlessly to the floor and I was staring at his nice, thick eight inch stiff cock.

Paul was staring down at me, still with the same this-can't-really-be-happening-to-me look. I smiled up as I grabbed his cock and said, "Have you ever dreamt of this happening, Paul?"

"Goddddd, yes," he moaned at my touch.

"How about this?" I asked, as I slid my tongue from the top of his cock down his shaft.

"Ohhhh," he whimpered.

"Or this?" I continued, as I sucked one of his balls into my mouth,

"Mom," he moaned, unable to complete a sentence, which flattered me. I was turning my academically inclined son into a blubbering fool.

I found the other ball and replicated the attention, before slithering slowly back up his shaft. "Or this?" I questioned, as I swirled my tongue around his mushroom top without actually putting his cock in my mouth.

"Mom, I'm g-g-going to coooo," he grunted a warning but it was too late as I was surprised by a full load of his cum on my tongue, lips, and nose.

Wanting to make sure he wasn't embarrassed by his quick trigger, I purred, "Mmmmmm, yummy," and took his cock into my mouth to retrieve the rest of his cum, as his cock continued to pulse.

"Aaaaaah," he moaned, as I sucked his cock slowly, milking every last drop of his cum.

A minute later, I allowed his cock to slip out of my mouth. I stood up, his cum on my face and asked, "Have you ever fantasized about coming on Mommy's face?"

He nodded.

"What else have you fantasized about?" I asked, as I grabbed both his hands and moved them to my breasts. "Ever wanted to play with Mommy's titties?"

"Mom, I, um, yes," he answered, still unable to finish a complete thought.

"Go ahead, baby, suck on Mommy's titties," I offered.

He didn't speak, his eyes still big, as he leaned forward and took my right nipple in his mouth.

"That's it baby, your mouth feels so good on Mommy's titties," I moaned, for some reason getting more turned on using words like 'Mommy' and 'titties'.

He swirled his tongue around my nipple, he sucked it between his lips, and then, slithering his tongue across my breast, between my tits and then to my left nipple, he replicated the hungry attention.

"Paul, I love what you're doing," I moaned, which was the truth...my nipples being one of my erogenous zones that really got me going.

I instructed Paul, a little while later, "Come join Mommy on the bed, baby." I took his hand and led him to my king sized bed.

Reaching the bed, I hopped on the edge of the bed and asked, "What else did you fantasize about, son?"

Paul surprised me as he dropped to his knees and took my left foot into his hands. He then took my nylon-clad toes into his mouth. I had never had my foot or toes pleasured before, other than a foot massage, and was surprised how gentle, soothing and yet erotic it was. I moaned, "That's it baby, suck on Mommy's toes."

He sucked each toe through the sheer nylon, then replicated the action on my other foot.

"Oh God, son, you are getting Mommy very horny," I moaned, his soft tenderness amazing and yet an undeniable tease. I wanted his cock in me.

Paul finally spoke, his wit finally returning, "What else has Mommy fantasized?"

"Everything, baby, kissing you, sucking you and..." I paused, "fucking you."

"Well," he said, standing back up, his cock still as hard as it was when I first dropped in front of him, "we have kissed and you have sucked me."

I answered coyly, as I moved my stocking-clad feet to his cock, trying, slightly awkwardly, to stroke his cock with both my feet, "I guess that only leaves one thing."

He surprised me again, as he grabbed my feet, and began using them to masturbate his cock. "Mom, I have wanted to do this for so long."

"Me too, baby," I moaned, "you remind me so much of your father."

"And I want to be your man," Paul said, as he allowed my feet to drop as he moved into me and kissed me. This time there was no tentativeness, but instead a sweet passion that slowly built in urgency into a hungry lust.

My cunt dying for attention, I broke the kiss, and begged, "Please son, please fuck Mommy."

He smiled, "I can't believe this is happening."

"Me either," I smiled back, opening my legs wide and offering my cunt for his pleasure.

Instead of sliding his cock inside me, he dropped back to his knees and began kissing my thigh.

"Oh baby, stop teasing Mommy," I whined, desperately wanting his cock inside me.

"All in good time," he countered, as he continued splattering my body with kisses. Each kiss got closer to my burning cunt. Reaching my pussy, his hot breath so full of promise, he lingered for a moment before moving away and repeating the butterfly kisses down my other thigh.

"Babbbbbby," I whimpered, "please stop teasing me. I have waited so long for this."

"For what?" he asked, as he slowly moved back towards my nether regions.

"To make love to you baby," I admitted, before adding, with a sly smile, "or to have you fuck me hard...either or."





He laughed for the first time, as he moved directly to my cunt, "We can do both, Mom, but first I want to taste you."

His tongue parted my wet pussy lips and I moaned, "Mmmmm, that feels so good, son."

"You taste so good," he complimented back.

His tongue was amazing. I hadn't had a man between my legs licking me in years and in seconds I could feel my orgasm already building. He explored my cunt like some sort of pussy archeologist, searching every crevice of my cunt. I moaned, "This obviously isn't your first time eating cunt, baby."

He sucked my clit between his lips making my whole body tremble before he let go and admitted, surprising me again, "Chess camp girls are very outgoing."

"Oh myyy," I moaned, the thought of Paul having sex at chess camp a crazy visual.

"Plus, if...we...are...revealing...secrets," he added flicking my clit with his tongue between each word, "I...lost...my...virginity...to...."

He stopped, again taking my clit between his lips, making me moan loudly as I fell onto my back, "Tooooo whooooo."

"You sure you want to know?" he teased, replicating my earlier story teasing, adding, "I'd hate for you to know that I am not just the innocent nerdy son you think I am."

"Oh, you naughty boy," I moaned, frustrated by his teasing tongue and words and somewhat disappointed that I wouldn't be his first.

"You didn't answer the question," he pointed out, as he slid a finger inside my inferno.

"Aaaahh, God," I screamed, "yes, I want to know who you fucked first instead of me."

"She is a good friend of yours," he continued, as his finger explored inside me like a snake meandering around.

"Whooooo?" I questioned, knowing my orgasm was getting close.

He revealed the name, "Mrs. Bell," and simultaneously found my g-spot, while putting excess pressure on my clit.

"Whaaaaat?" I screamed, as my orgasm hit me like a hammer, as did his revelation that his first fuck was my best friend, and neighbor, Laurie Bell.

He shook his head sideways, creating wave after wave of euphoria as the most intense orgasm I can ever remember having cascaded through me like constant waves hitting the shore.

When he finally backed away from my still twitching cunt, he stood up, smiled looking down at me, his face shiny with my cum, "I have wanted to do that for a long, long time."

"Well," I said, trying to recapture my breath, still laying on my back, "I hope it was worth the wait, son."

He climbed onto the bed, laid beside me and kissed me. This time it was soft and tender, romantic like two lovers would do. He kissed my upper lip, my lower lip and then both. I melted into his touch just like I used to with his father.

When he broke the kiss, I asked, with a playful smile, "Enjoying Nude Day?"

"It is easily the best Nude Day of my life," he quipped back with a smile.

"Not the best day of your life?" I pouted back.

"Times infinity," he said back, quoting my response whenever Darren used to respond to how much he loved me all those years ago.

I gasped, "Oh, my God."

"What?" He asked, the look on my face probably worrisome.

"You are just the twin of your father," I said, adding, "in looks, personality, and voice."

He stared at me with his blue eyes, so sweet, sincere, and insecure as he asked, "So you see Dad when you look at me?"

"Oh honey," I smiled, his insecurity only adding to his sexiness, "Although you have so many of your father's traits, I still see you."

I leaned in and kissed him again. After a brief kiss, I said, "Honey, I love you. First as a son, but strangely, hopefully, as a lover."

"I love you too, Mom," he admitted.

I glanced down and saw that his cock was still rock hard and ready for action, "So you've been fucking a married woman?" I questioned raising my eyebrow.

He smiled, "Sometimes, she is very needy."

"I know someone else who is very needy," I retorted, reaching for his cock.

"So I see," he agreed.

"I want to know all about how you and my best friend ended up lovers," I said, slowly stroking his cock, "but right now I have other needs to be fulfilled."

"I don't fuck and tell," he quipped.

"That better be true," I countered, as I pushed him onto his back, straddled him and lowered my cunt onto his stiff missile.

"God, Mommmm," he moaned, as my cunt swallowed his cock.

"God, indeed," I agreed, as all eight inches widened my long neglected cunt. "I can't remember that last time I had a cock inside me."

"Me either," he joked.

"Hmmm, does my boy go both ways?" I asked playfully, as I began slowly riding his cock.

"God, no," he responded, appalled by the accusation.

I laughed, "Good, I want my man to focus on pleasing me."

"That I'll do," he promised, leaning up to suck on my breasts as I continued slowly riding his cock.

The next few minutes were slowly building the pleasure. I was making love to him as he splattered my breasts with kisses and nibbles. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have him inside me; it was even better than I had imagined.

As my second orgasm finally began to build, I got slightly aggressive, putting my hands on his chest as I began riding him faster.

"That's it, Mom, ride me," he groaned.

"As you wish," I smiled back, beginning to bounce on his cock taking all of it inside me.

As my own breathing increased, Paul began bucking up, meeting my downward bounces.

"Oh yes, baby, fuck Mommy," I moaned, as the thrusts made his cock go even deeper inside me.

A few more bounces and he startled me, as in one swift move, he flipped me over onto my back, grabbed my ankles, held them towards my ears and slammed his cock in me.

"Fuuuuuuck," I screamed, as he began fucking me hard and fast. The helpless position also brought enhanced pleasure as it allowed him to reach new depths inside me.

After just a few strokes, his body slamming into mine with each deep thrust, I was babbling like the raging hungry slut I was at the moment. "Yes, baby, fuck Mommy, fuck her hard," and "Shit, baby, your cock feels so good in me," and "Pound my cunt, baby," and "Harder, baby," and finally, as my second orgasm of the day exploded through me, I screamed, "Yesssss, fuckkk me, you Mother-fuckerrrrrrrrrr."

He continued fucking me throughout my orgasm until he warned, "I'm going to come soon."

"Where do you want to come, baby?" I asked, willing to allow him to spray his seed in or on me.

He surprised me when he responded, his own breathing getting erratic, "Beg me to fill your cunt, Mom."

"Oh, you dirty boy," I moaned, not even able to remember what it felt like to have come explode inside me. "Fill Mommy with your cum, baby."

"Oh yes, Mom," he grunted, sweat dripping down his forehead, as he continued pounding me, "I lovvve you," he screamed as he filled my cunt.

"I love you, too," I whimpered back as I felt his cum spray my cunt walls.

He slowed down, continuing to slowly fuck me, allowing every last drop of cum to end up inside me.

When he finally pulled out, I, without hesitation, quickly moved myself to take his cock back in my mouth. I just needed to have to it in my mouth.

"Oh, God," he groaned, as I slowly deep throated him, impressed I could get all eight inches in me.

After a couple minutes, I took it out of my mouth and asked, "So how many times can you get this missile fired up?"

"A few more that's for sure," he said.

"Well, I think today I want to find out just how many times you can reload that thing," I smiled, as I took his cock back into my mouth.

I began bobbing, switching from taking just a couple inches back and forth to deep throating him, he said, "Fuck Mom, even Mrs. Bell can't deep throat me."

A strange sense of pride chilled me as I indeed wanted to be his best lover, but also his best cocksucker. I wanted to do everything with him: swallow his load, take facials, feel his cum on my tits, feel my cunt be sprayed and, eventually, allow him to take my anal cherry. I wanted to do everything with him, regretting that I never gave myself completely to Darren when he was alive.

I sucked his cock for an eternity, worshipping his cock completely until I finally felt his cum spray down my throat...his cum instantly a welcomed addiction.

We both lay in bed, a couple of minutes later, my head resting on his shoulder as he cuddled me. I suggested, "Why don't we take a nap so we can both reenergize our batteries."

"Sure," Paul said, kissing the back of my head.

"I really do love you, son," I said, feeling a sense of serenity unlike any I could ever recall.

"I love you too, Mom," he offered back.

As I moved my nylon feet up and down his leg, I asked, "Does wearing nylons count on Nude Day?"

"For our version of Nude Day, definitely," he agreed, as I saw his cock, which had finally shrunk, start to grow yet again.

My foot went to his cock as I asked, "One more time before the nap?"

He said, as he rolled on top of me, this time going to fuck me in the missionary position, "If you insist."

As his cock, only half hard at the moment, slid inside me I moaned, "Ohhh, son, I insist."

THE END

Do you want to read about Paul and Courtney's incestuous journey?

About Courtney's first time having anal sex?

About their exotic trip to the exclusive incest island?

About Courtney having her first lesbian experience with her best friend Laurie?

Or does this story end just fine as it is.

As always...thanks for reading...

Jasmine June 2014





"Mom-Son": A Romantic Date





Day after mother-son incest consummation they on a date.


Summary: Day after mother-son incest consummation he takes her on a date.

Note: Although it isn't critical to read the first chapter of this story ("Mom-Son": A Love Story), it likely wouldn't hurt. In case you don't have time to do that or just want a refresher of how they came to commit incest here is a brief primer:

A couple days after her son Paul's 18th birthday, she walked in on him masturbating...this moment triggered her curiosity in incest, Her husband had died three years earlier and Paul was a dead ringer for him. She researched incest, chatted online with a woman who was sleeping with her son, read stories of mother-son relationships and even watched incest movies. This led to her decision to seduce her son.

This story takes place the day after the mother and son make love.

Thanks: To MAB7991, Robert, and goamz86 for editing.

"Mom-Son": A Romantic Date

Once you open Pandora's Box there is no turning back; conversely, once you let your son fuck your box there is DEFINITELY no turning back.

I had seduced my son, and after a lengthy night of love making...where lust overwhelmed common sense...I woke up to the aftermath of my decision.

I would like to say I felt guilt at committing incest or at least a shred of remorse...but that would be a lie. I felt completely at peace with my decision and looking at him so peaceful and innocent after depositing five loads in me the day before, I felt undeniable love. It was like I had my husband back in a morbid way, yet a much more energetic and virile version of him.

Also, I rationalized it rather simply. I loved my son with all my heart, and giving him my body was a natural extension of our mother-son relationship as I continued to nurture him in a new, unique way.

As he began to move, slowly waking up, I decided to wake him up in the best way possible. I slithered under the sheets, found his flaccid cock, we had both fallen asleep naked, and took it in my mouth. Feeling his beautiful cock slowly grow in my mouth was a surreal sensation, yet it felt so natural.

He was almost completely hard in my mouth before he finally spoke with a soft chuckle, "This is the best wake-up call you have ever given me."

Taking his cock out of my mouth, I suggested, "This may become a new tradition."

"I couldn't concur more," he chuckled, as I returned to his now fully erect cock.

I continued a slow blow job, lavishly enjoying having his cock in my mouth. Part of me wanted to straddle him and ride him, while the other half of me just wanted to savour his steel in my mouth.

After a couple more minutes of slow pleasing, Paul groaned, "Feels so good, Mom."

I moaned on his cock in response as I continued the slow, soothing blow job.

"I can't believe how great your mouth feels," he complimented.

I replied, momentarily taking his cock out of my mouth, "I can't believe I waited so long."

"Well, I think we are making up for lost time," he joked.

"That we are," I agreed, as I deep throated him.

"Oh God, Mom," he groaned, "you're so amazing."

My natural reaction was to speed up to get him off, yet I wanted to make love to his cock with my mouth, so I continued the same slow up and down.

A couple more minutes, his breathing increasing, I felt his legs stiffen as he moaned, "I'm going to come soon."

Another urge to speed up, yet I refrained and just continued bobbing slowly until I felt his cum leak out of his cock and into my mouth. I couldn't believe how much cum was in his balls already after he had shot five loads yesterday, but I milked and swallowed every drop of my breakfast cum.

I continued until I was sure there was nothing left to retrieve, before taking his cock out of my mouth and crawling back up beside him.

I ended up on his shoulder as he said, "Mom, I love you so much."

"Because I just swallowed your yummy load?" I asked teasingly.

"Well that, and the five I deposited in and on you yesterday," he added, giving me a playful tit-for-tat.

"I'm just your personal cum bucket now, am I?" I questioned, giving him a big pout.

He pulled me in and kissed me, tender and soft, which had my pussy tingling.

Breaking the kiss, he said, "I plan to show you how much you mean to me tonight."

"What? Are you going to take my ass?" I asked, something that both petrified and intrigued me.

"Oh, I plan to take that ass of yours," he nodded, before adding, after kissing me again, "but tonight is about treating you the way you should be treated."

"You have me curious," I said, not sure what he meant.

"And then you will be curious all day," he said, kissing me again, before getting up and going to the washroom.

I watched his tight ass until it disappeared in the washroom before getting up and stretching. My tummy growled, apparently a load of cum was not enough for breakfast. So I grabbed a robe and headed down to make French toast.

We had a nice breakfast together, neither of us talking about last night, and then he said. "I expect you dressed to the nines at 3:00."

"Why?" I asked.

"I'm taking you out," he answered.

"Where?" I questioned.

"That is for me to know and you to wonder about all day," he shrugged.

"You know I hate surprises," I whined.

"I know," he smirked.

"How dressed up is dressed up?" I asked.

"Imagine going to a five star restaurant," he replied.

"In Cutsville?" I laughed, our nicest restaurant a two stars establishment.

"I didn't say we were staying in Cutsville," he pointed out.

"Just tell me," I pleaded, moving to him and putting my hand on his cock.

"No cock for you," he said, in the exact same tone as the soup Nazi in that Seinfeld episode.

"You're quoting Seinfeld at me!" I gasped.

"Just be dressed sexy and ready to go out," he said.

"Fine!" I huffed, frustrated to have to wait all day to find out what he had planned.

"I know it will drive you crazy," he laughed, as he headed out of the kitchen.

"You're just like your father," I called back after him. Darren also loved to surprise me, but first by teasing me relentlessly. For example, giving me Christmas hints in November. I remember searching the whole house looking for a gift he teased me about, but I never found it as he knew I would search for it. It ended up being plane tickets to Jamaica that had us flying out on the twenty-sixth.

All day, I wondered what he had planned. Where were we going? Obviously to the city, but what did he have in mind? What should I wear?

Deciding that if he wanted me dressed to the nines I was going to go all out (I never had a reason to dress up anymore). I called my hair dresser for an emergency hairdo, booked a pedicure and manicure and drove to the lingerie store for some new sexy lingerie to wear for tonight. I would look ravishing and decadent on the outside tonight, but underneath I would be dressed like an insatiable slut ready for pleasure.

When I got home at 2:30, I put on my new lingerie, which included a black sexy camisole, a black thong, and black silk seamed stockings. I also purchased new four inch fuck me heels. Once dressed, I looked pretty amazing. On the outside classy and sexy, yet underneath slutty and ready to fuck my son.

Paul got home a couple of minutes before three, saw me and stammered, "W-w-wow!"

"You approve?" I asked coyly.

"You look stunning," he complimented.

"You should see what's underneath this," I teased, moving to him and reaching for his cock.

"God, Mom," he said, "I'd love to fuck you here and now, but we've got to get going."

"You sure there is no time for a quickie?" I purred, biting his ear, while giving his cock a firm squeeze through his pants.

"I don't...well...um," he stammered distracted by my double teasing.

I then quit both and said, "Its okay, I probably shouldn't mess up this look anyway."

"You tease," he said.

"And dressed to please," I quipped.

He laughed as he said, "I just got to get ready. Give me five minutes."

"This took all day and you can get ready in five minutes?" I questioned.

"The nature of the beast," he shrugged.

"Looking forward to a little beauty and your beast," I seductively said.

"Mom, you really are insatiable," he smiled.

"We just opened Pandora's Box and now that it is open, it is wide open," I pointed out.

"That it is," he said, going to his room.

Ten minutes later, we were in the car and he was driving. I asked, curious, as he was dressed in a suit and tie, "Where are we going?"

"Out," he answered, elusively.

"You're just like your father," I sighed, repeating the accusation.

"Like father like son," he quipped.

We chatted about life for the next forty minutes as he drove us to the city. As we arrived, he asked, "Ever been to Winston's?"

"You got us into Winston's?" I gasped. Winston's was a five star, celebrity filled restaurant.

"I have connections," he shrugged.

"Who?" I asked, still in awe. Even though he mentioned a five star restaurant earlier today, Winston's never popped into my head.

"I can't give away all my secrets," he smiled.

"And how can you afford it?" I asked.

"Online computer support is surprisingly lucrative," he answered.

"I'm in awe," I said, having never been to such a place before.

"The night is just starting, Courtney," he said putting his hand on my leg.

"I'm Courtney now?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Tonight we are not mother and son," he answered.

"This is a date?" I asked, suddenly flattered.

"That's the plan." He nodded. "You deserve to be wined and dined. To be treated like the lovely woman you are"

"Oh, Paul," I said, my heart melting. "It's been so long since I've been on a real date."

"I know," he nodded. "Tonight is a new beginning"

"I think yesterday was," I quipped, thinking of all the times we had had sex.

"Fair enough," he laughed, looking at me while at a red light. "You're the most beautiful woman in the world, Mom."

"I thought I was Courtney?" I teased, putting my hand in his.

"Sorry, hard habit to break," he admitted.

"But you're my inspiration," I joked.

"What?" He asked, not catching my Chicago reference.

"Never mind," I smiled, "Thank you so much for this."

"You deserve the world," he answered.

"I already have it," I smiled back, as we pulled into the restaurant.

We pulled up, where a valet took the car and Paul came to me, offered me his arm and led me into the elegant five star restaurant. I felt decadent and rich, beautiful and wanted...something I hadn't felt in a long time.

Once inside, Paul said to the beautiful young maître d, "A reservation for Silver."

The woman looked down and said, "Oh, Mr. James wants to meet you."

"Oh, okay," Paul said, slightly surprised. As the woman walked away, Paul explained, "I've done some computer work for them."

"Oh," I nodded, as he answered the question I had been wondering.

Paul took his hand in mine and I couldn't help but feel like a high school girl again. I squeezed his hand and waited contently.

A good looking bald man came to us a couple of minutes later and greeted, "So you're Paul."

"I am," Paul nodded, shaking hands.

"You were a life saver," he said.

"I'm happy I could help," Paul responded, before adding, "and thank you for getting me a table at the last minute."

"It's the least I could do," the man said, before adding, "Tonight, everything is on the house, for you and your lovely lady, so enjoy."

"You don't have to do that," Paul said, while I blushed at the compliment.

"I don't," he laughed. "but I can."

Paul laughed, "Well, thank you."

"No, thank you," he said, before turning to the maître d' and adding, "Take the couple to table seven."

"Yes, Mr. James," she nodded.

"Enjoy your evening," Mr. James said to both of us.

"We will," both Paul and I said in unison.

"Follow me Mr. Silver," the maître d said.

Soon we were at the table and I looked around. I noticed almost instantly that I was one of the oldest women here. Most tables had an older man dressed in a suit and tie with a much younger woman dressed elegantly. It was quickly apparent that Paul and I were the exception to the elite upper class world. Ironically, dressed as I was, with a man I loved, I didn't feel threatened or insecure...I felt like I fit in. I was slightly disappointed there were no recognizable celebrities, but in the end tonight was about Paul and I and not about celebrity sightseeing.

A ridiculously big breasted waitress came and took our drink order and then Paul and I chatted.

"So, surprised?" Paul asked.

"Are our waitress's breasts massive?" I quipped.

"I didn't notice," Paul shrugged, not looking around at all, but keeping his gaze on me.

"I'm twice the age of most of the woman here," I pointed out.

"Yet, you're still the hottest one here," he countered.

"When did you become so smooth?" I asked, flattered by his attention to me, especially when there were so many radiant, beautiful, model like women all around him.

"Some things just come naturally," he shrugged.

"Oh, I like how you come naturally," I teased, slipping my foot out of my heel and moving my foot to his crotch.

He blushed and stammered, "O-o-oh, God."

"My date isn't hard?" I pouted.

"I will be soon," he responded, moving his hand to adjust his assumedly growing cock.

"Good," I smiled, rubbing my stocking-clad foot on his cock. "I want you ready and willing the moment we have an opportunity."

"You're insatiable," he groaned, just as the waitress came with our drinks.

I gave one last firm push and moved my foot away.

We ordered food, chatted about life, avoiding again anything sexual even as the sexual tension simmered just below the surface.

As we were finishing our meals, Paul said, "Look who just came in."

I turned to see it was Hugh Grant. Notting Hill is my favourite movie and Hugh Grant one of my favourite actors...his accent always turns me on. "Oh my God, oh my God," I repeated, like a giddy teenager seeing Justin Bieber.

"Want to meet him?" Paul asked.

"How?" I said, as Hugh Grant sat down at a table directly across from us.

"I'll ask him?" he shrugged, standing up. "Although I will refer to you as my Mom and not my date for this brief exchange."

"Yes, son," I nodded, not able to believe how confident he had become; only just yesterday, he had been my shy reserved son. I wondered if his fucking me had created a new confidence in him, or if I just had been oblivious to this.

"I'll be right back," he said, walking directly to the table where Hugh Grant was with a pretty younger woman. Again, the exact opposite May-December relationship than the one my son and I now had.

I watched in awe as my son began talking with Hugh Grant. After a minute, Hugh Grant nodded, stood up and walked over to me. My cunt instantly dampened even before he was in front of me.

Reaching me, Hugh Grant extended his hand and said, his accent making my panties dampen even more, "Hi, it's nice to meet you, Courtney."

I stammered, "It-it-it's nice to meet you too," feeling like a high school girl again.

"Your son here tells me he is taking you out on the town tonight to celebrate all you have done for him," he said.

Instantly, a naughty thought of all that I had done for him yesterday popped into my head. Yet, I said, "I have a very good son."

"Stand up Mom, I'll take a picture of you two," Paul offered.

"Oh, okay," I nodded, so star-struck that I really wasn't processing at normal speed. I stood up and almost stumbled, my legs feeling like jelly. Hugh Grant caught me, wrapped his arm around me and posed for the photo.

Paul took a couple photos and Hugh Grant then said, "It was a pleasure meeting you."

The way he said pleasure made me want to give him pleasure, but I smiled and said, getting slightly flirty, "Oh, the pleasure was all mine."

"Have a great night," he smiled, kissed me on the cheek and returned to his table.

The whole interaction between Hugh Grant and I didn't even last two minutes, yet it felt like time stood still. I sat back down and said, "Thank you so much."

Mocking me, he replied, "Oh, the pleasure was all mine."

"Brat," I shot back.

He handed me the phone and I looked at the photo. It was amazingly perfect. This night was amazingly perfect. My son was amazingly perfect.

"Shoot, we need to get going," he said, looking at his watch.

"Why?" I asked, handing him his phone back.

"Our next stop starts in half an hour," he said, waving the waitress over.

"Where?" I asked, apparently sticking to one word answers.

"For me to know," he began.

"And me to find out. Yeah, yeah," I sighed, "not a big fan of this side of your father."

"What side are you a fan of?" He said, his tone seductive.

"Almost everything else," I countered, implying the obvious, just as the waitress arrived.

Dessert done, we headed out of the restaurant. Once outside, he offered me his arm. I put my arm inside his as he led me away from where our car was parked.

I asked, even though I assumed he wasn't going to tell me, "Where are we going?"

"Yep," he answered, ignoring the question, keeping it a surprise.

I sighed, "For someone who is guaranteed to get lucky tonight, you sure are not helping your cause with all these secrets."

"Really? I thought I was being romantic." He countered with a sly smile.

"Romantic and annoying," I countered.

"I'll take that," he chuckled as we turned the corner and I instantly knew where we were going.

"We're going to Mamma Mia?" I asked, seeing the bright lights of the Capital Theatre.

"Either that, or the strip club down the road," he quipped.

"I'd be okay with either," I quipped back.

"Good to know," he smiled, sliding his hand into mine. "But for now let's go see the play you always talk about."

"It's just the movie was so terrible. Seriously, I love Meryl Streep, but she can't sing and don't get me started on Pierce Brosnan being cast," I ranted, still unable to fathom Hollywood wrecking the movie so badly.

"I know," he laughed "This is an amateur production."

"At least I bet they will be able to sing," I said.

"I hope so," he agreed, as we reached the theatre entrance.

"This is the perfect night," I said, amazed by how well he knew me.

"And you, the perfect women," he added, as we entered the theatre.

Once inside, I said, "I need to use the ladies room."

"And I need to get the tickets," he said. He leaned in and gave me a soft kiss. Although it was gentle and short, it felt exhilarating to commit incest in front of a theatre full of unknowing patrons.

A few minutes later, we were walking up the stairs to the second level, where he had yet another surprise for me. As we reached the balcony, I realized we had our own private seats...and they were excellent.

I asked, as we sat down, "Did you do work for the theatre too?"

"Nope. Craigslist and luck," he answered.

"Well, every time I think I can't be surprised anymore," I said, feeling amazed and significant.

He took my hand just as the lights dimmed. We watched the first act in comfortable silence. I enjoyed it, yet I couldn't help but have a growing desire to surprise him. As the second act started, after I downed a glass of wine to get some liquid courage, I decided it was my turn to surprise him. I decided to put him 'Under Attack'. I fished out his cock and began slowly stroking it as the first song played.

He groaned as I stroked his beautiful cock until it was hard.

As they sang 'One of Us', I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. I slowly bobbed up and down throughout the song...wanting to tease him, but not allow him to come.

"Shit, Mom, this is wild," he groaned.

I sat back up and asked, as the song ended, "Enjoying the show?"





"Both of them," he smiled.

I leaned back in my chair, shifted my body, slipped out of my heels, moved my feet to his stiff rod and began giving him a stocking foot job.

"Shit," he whimpered, as I slowly stroked his cock throughout the performance of 'SOS'. He grunted, "I think I may have to have my own SOS."

"No coming yet," I teased, moving my foot to his mouth.

He took my stocking toes in his mouth as he massaged my foot simultaneously. I realized that if anyone looked up at our private box, they would see a stocking-clad leg in the air. After a few more seconds, I returned to stroking his cock for the remainder of the song with my feet. I decided then and there I was going to fuck my son, here and now. I couldn't wait any longer, my insatiable hunger overriding common sense.

"I love you, Mom," he groaned, as the song ended.

"Then you are really going to like this," I promised, standing up, straddling his legs, tugging my thong to the side and lowering myself on his erect missile.

"Mommmmmm," he moaned, shocked by what I had just done.

"What? Your mother does know," I playfully quipped, as the actors broke into the fun 'Does Your Mother Know?'

"Shit, Mom," he groaned.

"I thought I was Courtney, tonight," I moaned back.

"You're my everything," he romantically retorted, as I watched the show while my son's cock was buried deep inside me.

I just sat on Paul for the next few numbers, occasionally moving my ass back and forth to tease him and in turn me.

It wasn't until the encore, when they broke into 'Dancing Queen' some forty minutes after I had straddled his cock, with lots of slow teasing, did I lean forward, against the balcony rail, and demanded, "Make me a fucking queen, baby."

Paul didn't need to be told twice. Obviously forty minutes of having his cock stuck in my oven, he was ready to cook.

He began fucking me slowly, clearly concerned about drawing attention to us.

"You bad boy, fucking a hot MILF in public," I moaned, wanting to be fucked hard, so I began bucking back to meet his strokes.

"Oh God, Mom," he groaned.

"Fuck me, baby, fuck your Mommy while all these well-dressed couples are oblivious," I said, getting turned on even more by the kinky reality of what we were doing.

"I'm going to come any second," he warned, as clearly I had overheated him while I kept him on broil the past forty minutes."

"Cunt or mouth?" I asked.

"Mouth, Mommy," he groaned.

I turned around, and dropped to my knees just in time to get his first spray directly on my face.

"Sorrrrry," he groaned, as he gave me an accidental facial, the second spray shooting directly in my open mouth.

After one more rope hit me in the chin, I took his cock back in my mouth and lavishly finished what I started, my own pussy still on fire and begging attention.

He said, a few seconds later, "Sit up, let me get you off now."

"You don't have to," I said, even though I was dying to come.

"Sit back on your chair and enjoy the rest of the show," he ordered, somewhat firmly.

"Yes, sir," I joked, as I obeyed.

I watched as he dropped to his knees, went under my dress and buried his face in my pussy. I moaned on contact, knowing my orgasm was already near eruption. As the show came to a climactic end, so did I, as I moaned, biting my lips so as to not alert the entire theatre, "Mamma Mia."

He laughed as he continued licking my cum.

A moment later, he sat back up, just as the crowd all stood to applaud the actors. We stood up too, both of our faces coated with each other's cum. It was ludicrous and beautiful.

He took my hand and asked, surprising me again, "Truth or dare?"

"Well, the truth is already incredibly crazy so I'll take dare," I answered, curious where he was going with this.

"I dare you to keep my cum on your face until we get home," he said, surprising me yet again.

"You dirty boy," I smirked, the idea both incredibly twisted and naughty, yet a little extreme.

"It's just a fantasy I've always had," he explained.

"To come all over your mother's face and then strut her around as a slut?" I quipped, although my tone implied I was teasing him.

"Honestly," he said, "Yes, that's exactly the fantasy."

"Well, I've been pretty good at trying to make all your fantasies true so far, no point backing down now," I replied, the idea so naughty, it made my cunt tingle.

He took my hand and asked, "Shall we?"

"You're the man," I said, loving giving myself to him completely, seeing him not as my son, but as my lover and protector.

"And you're my woman," he replied, not in the barbarian way one might usually say it in a dominant man-woman relationship.

He led me out of the private box and down the stairs, I had no idea what I looked like. Did I have a big gob of cum that was obvious on my face? Had it dried already? Was my make-up still immaculate? I felt slightly self-conscious, and I wondered if every person we passed saw the cum all over my face and if they thought me a whore. Yet, being with Paul, hand in hand, I didn't give a flying fuck what anyone else here thought of me, I was in love with him and would do anything, and I do mean anything, to please him.

A woman did give a couple double take that convinced me the cum on my face was noticeable, but I just kept smiling as we walked out of the theatre and into the lovely summer air.

We returned to the car and started driving home. Once we were on the highway, Paul asked, "Did you enjoy our date?"

"It was a perfect night, except I just realized something," I said, with a smile.

"What's that?" he asked, with concern, clearly wanting this night to be perfect.

"I didn't get any dessert," I revealed, fishing out his cock, pulling it out and taking it in my mouth while he drove.

He moaned instantly.

After a minute of getting him fully erect, I took his cock out of my mouth and said, "Now don't get us killed while I have my dessert."

"Okay," he chuckled, as I took his cock back in my mouth. "Although it would be the best way to die."

THE END

Due to many requests...coming in spring or summer of 2017... part 3...

"Mom-Son": Anal Virginity





"Mom-Son": Anal Virginity





Mom gives her final virginity... her ass... to her nerd son.


Note: This is the third part of a romantic journey between mother and son. As always, I suggest you read or reread the first two parts, but here is a quick primer to get you up to date.

Part 1: "Mom-Son:" A Love Story

A couple days after her son Paul's 18th birthday, she walked in on him masturbating...this moment triggered her curiosity in incest. Her husband had died when Paul was three, and her son had grown into a dead ringer for him. She researched incest, chatted online with a woman who was sleeping with her own son, read stories of mother-son relationships and even watched incest movies. This led to her decision to seduce her son.

Part 2: "Mom-Son": A Romantic Date

The next day, after their incestuous night together, Paul surprises his mother by taking her out for a romantic date (not as Mom and son, but as lovers) where they enjoy a meal at a five star restaurant and attend the musical 'Mamma Mia' where they use their private balcony to have some pretty hot sex.

Thanks: Tex Beethoven, Robert, Dave and Wayne for editing this story.

Thanks also to: All the votes, comments and e-mails about this series. They made me go back and re-read it and realize there was indeed more to write about Courtney and Paul. So almost three years after part two was posted, here finally is part 3 with a vision of adding a few more parts if people enjoy this chapter and wish to continue along the journey I have begun with this series.

ANAL VIRGINITY

It was the morning after date night... I had already swallowed a morning load for breakfast from my son and was now home alone... which suddenly felt lonely after two nights of sexual euphoria with my perfect man... my son. In the past fifteen years I had spent many mornings alone, but now that my son Paul had become my live-in lover, I suddenly felt lonely when he wasn't with me.

It was also lonely not because the house was empty... I was used to that... no, it was lonely because I had no one to share my news with. I had found the perfect man... one I already loved. I should be able to share this happiness with family and friends... yet, I couldn't.

I couldn't even share it with Laurie, my best friend, both of us now sharing the same secret... we were both sinning by fucking my son (me committing incest and she committing adultery). I wanted to confront her about this, still not knowing how it had all started, but I couldn't decide if I was mad or jealous or even approving... especially that she had taken his virginity. Plus, although her actions were wrong, they weren't illegal... like mine were.

On the one hand, it's likely better he lost his virginity to someone who wasn't his mother... even if Laurie was the same age as me. In the same vein, it was good that his first time had been with someone I knew was a caring woman, and as the mother of two she obviously had some sexual experience, so must have been an adequate mentor at the very least.

On the other hand, I was envious of her as I had wanted to be the one to take his virginity, as strange as that sounded... but now I didn't see him as only my son, but as my son and lover.

So although I usually would have shared this exciting news that I'd found a man with Laurie... I couldn't.

Which was frustrating.

So... deciding I needed to share this with someone, I went to the one person I knew wouldn't judge me: Kennedy.

Momplusoneequalsfun: Hi, I got big news.

I stared at the screen waiting for a response... wanting to feel the validation from your friends that usually comes from the excitement of a new relationship.

Was Kennedy a friend?

She definitely had become a confidante in the past while... a soul mate in whom my trust was cemented when I watched her suck her son's cock on Skype before taking it in the ass.

Thankfully, she responded quickly.

Momplusoneequalsfun: Did you do it????? :)

Curiousmom: I did... a lot! :)

It felt so liberating to tell someone who understood and wasn't going to judge me or call the police!

Momplusoneequalsfun: And??? Was it all you fantasized?

Curiousmom: and more... he has stamina.

Momplusoneequalsfun: the perks of a young stud.

Curiousmom: and he can be both sweet and dominant.

Momplusoneequalsfun: Mine hasn't really figured out the sweet part yet.

I retold, in detail, the past 36 hours from seducing him in my bedroom wearing only thigh highs to date night, meeting Hugh Grant, learning I wasn't his first, and the kinky sex at Mamma Mia.

Momplusoneequalsfun: Wow! That sounds epic.

Curiousmom: I can't fathom how it could be any better.

Momplusoneequalsfun: Oh the first time, the first weeks are amazing... but later on it gets even better.

Curiousmom: Is better even possible?

Momplusoneequalsfun: Oh trust me... being a full-time Mommy-slut is exhilarating and can almost become a full-time job.

I laughed to myself.

Curiousmom: Well he sure reloads quickly.

Momplusoneequalsfun: Plus, wait until you come to the resort. You'll find a whole new level of intimacy... especially when you meet other mothers who accept and even share your way of life.

Curiousmom: I can't imagine such a place.

Momplusoneequalsfun: I couldn't either... but they exist... and are accepting without reservation... understanding without criticism.

Curiousmom: I need that. I'm so happy right now, but I have no one to tell.

Momplusoneequalsfun: Besides me, of course :)

Curiousmom: Sorry! I meant family.

Momplusoneequalsfun: I understand.

Curiousmom: So anal? Any advice???

Momplusoneequalsfun: Simple: alcohol and lube.

Curiousmom: Really?

Momplusoneequalsfun: I'm serious. Get a few drinks into you first. Then have him finger your ass with one finger, then two and eventually three until your ass is well gaped.

Curiousmom: Gaped?

Momplusoneequalsfun: Yeah, it's opening your asshole up slowly so that there is less intense pain the first time he penetrates you. There will still be a fair amount of discomfort... although don't kid yourself, the first time will hurt... for a while... but once you let go and get used to having a cock slamming your asshole you will be a new woman... even more submissive, as you will have welcomed your son into the most taboo of holes.

Curiousmom: That makes sense. I already offered it to him in the heat of the moment, kind of a futures option, but now I'm quite nervous... although in theory I still want to do it.

Momplusoneequalsfun: Do you have an adult store nearby?

Curiousmom: One a few blocks away and another one across town.

Momplusoneequalsfun: I would HIGHLY recommend that you go to one and purchase an anal starter kit and lube. I recommend a quality lube as it will make things way easier.

Realizing that was a great idea I said as much.

Curiousmom: That's a good idea.

Momplusoneequalsfun: I wish I would have. Start with a three pack. One will be really small and you will find it goes in easy. The second will cause discomfort and takes some time to get used to. The third one will seem unfathomable to ever fit in your ass... but with time it will... although I would focus on the second one. You can also ask for help from a saleswoman.

Curiousmom: I can't fathom asking someone for help.

Momplusoneequalsfun: it's a sex toy store. Trust me they have been asked much more difficult, kinky and shocking questions.

Curiousmom: I guess.

Momplusoneequalsfun: I have to get going... but again I highly recommend the anal toys. Go in and ask for help. Don't be shy... after all you are now a submissive cum slut for your son and you need to be comfortable with that. If you can't ask a saleslady in a sex shop for advice, how will you handle it when he begins requiring you to do stuff in public?

Curiousmom: You mean like wearing his cum all over my face while we left the theatre?

Momplusoneequalsfun: You went that far already? You go, girl!

Curiousmom: I am a son fucker!

Momplusoneequalsfun: And you need to become a three-hole cum bucket! You need to become everything for him.

Curiousmom: I understand.

Momplusoneequalsfun: By the way, congratulations and welcome to the secret world of Mommy-sluts.

Curiousmom: It's an honour!

Momplusoneequalsfun: Indeed it is.

I logged out and decided to follow her advice. After finishing my coffee, I headed to the adult store across town, not wanting to end up accidentally bumping into someone I knew.

Once there, I walked inside nervously... I imagine like an underage boy going into a strip club. Once inside I was surprised by how nice it was... I had somehow imagined a dingy, dirty place with creepy men everywhere. It was more like a well maintained variety store, light and airy and clean. Of course once you noticed the varieties of items on display you knew you weren't in Kmart!

The place had a couple of women looking at lingerie, one man in a suit looking at anal toys (which made me wonder if they were for him or a lover) and a saleswoman dressed in a nice business skirt and blouse. Hot pink hosiery added a sexy touch to her otherwise conservative apparel.

She was helping the two women, so I walked around in awe of the technical advancements in the world of toys since my college years. The vibrator section alone had a couple hundred options, in every length and girth, in a variety of shapes from old school sleek flesh tone vibrator, to 'C' shaped, to black no-way-that-fucker-would-ever-fit-in-me, to unique, like one called a Rabbit. Intrigued, I inspected the rabbit closely. It had a variety of speeds and pulsations and seemed to vibrate on the inside as well as the clit.

Although I had come here to buy anal toys, I decided I was also going to enhance my sex toy collection... doubling it to two with the rabbit. I was contemplating colour, not that it mattered, when a voice startled me from behind... enough that I actually dropped the box. "May I help you?"

Instantly I was flustered, I stammered, "I-I-I was just looking."

"That rabbit is a great choice," the pretty woman said as she bent down to pick up the box... which allowed me to see the tops of her stockings... the hot pinks were thigh highs.

She stood back up and asked, "When was the last time you bought a new vibrator?"

"When the first Bush was in office," I joked, although it was the truth.

"Ohhhh," she nodded. "Then this will certainly change your sex life."

I thought to myself, I changed my life a couple of days ago when I seduced and fucked my son. Of course, I didn't say that. Instead, I nodded, "Actually, I did come here with the intention of changing my sex life."

"In what way?" she asked politely.

Deciding fuck it, I replied, "I'm considering anal sex."

"With a man or a woman?" she asked, not at all surprised by the real reason I was here. I most definitely hadn't shocked her, but the other way around. It hadn't ever occurred to me that two women could have anal sex, but with the proper toys I guessed it would be possible. Intriguing!

"A man," I answered, curious why it would make any difference.

"Nice!" she nodded, not batting an eyelash, "please follow me."

I did and soon we were in the anal section... where I instantly realized why she had asked man or woman when I saw dozens of strap-on cocks in a variety of colours and sizes and a pretty blonde girl who barely looked old enough to be here examining the big one in her hand.

I was curious who she would be buying that for... who would she be fucking... before we ended up in another section with a wall of toys.

"I'm assuming you've never had anal sex before?" she asked.

"No," I admitted.

"Ever use your finger?"

"No."

"Okay, so you need a starter kit," she said, unflappably all business as she moved to the right a bit and grabbed a package. "This is the best starter kit. It has five sizes and comes with a large tube of lube."

"Okay," I said, taking the package that had five sizes from barely bigger than a pinky finger to 'what the fuck'.

"The biggest one is a bit ambitious," she smiled as if reading my mind.

"Who would ever use that?" I asked.

"You'd be surprised," she replied. "Some women and men are size sluts." Men too? Wow!

"I'm definitely surprised," I nodded with a wicked smile, before adding, thinking of my son's big cock, "Although I do enjoy big things."

"Don't we all," she agreed. After a pause, she asked, "Are you looking for anything else?"

"I think this is a good start," I said, before asking, "Is this good lube?"

"One of the best," she said.

"Great," I smiled.

Ten minutes later, I was back in my car with anal toys, a new vibrator, a pair of crotchless pantyhose and a sexy cheerleader outfit two sizes too small, as I had a fun plan to let my son fuck a cheerleader... me.

I won't bore you with the details because there are a couple of life changing episodes I can hardly wait to tell you about. Suffice it to say that over the next couple of days I sucked my son, I fucked my son, I discovered the joys of the rabbit and while he wasn't looking I prepared my ass for his big dick. The first butt plug was so small that I immediately went to butt plug two which was definitely a new experience.

It felt weird inserting it inside me.

It felt really weird walking around with it inside me.

It felt really, really weird sitting down with it inside me.

Yet, once the pain faded... once I got accustomed to it... I wanted to go even bigger.

The next morning, after getting my new breakfast shake... a full load of oyster-flavoured creamy cum, I whispered to him, "Tonight, I'm going to make two of your fantasies come true."

"You're going to dyke out with Laurie?" He asked playfully.

"You'd like that?" I asked, my hand rubbing his chest. "Watching Mommy munching cunt?"

"God, yes," he nodded.

"You'd really want to watch me sixty-nine with my best friend?" I asked, acting shocked.

"I want to do everything with you, Mom," he smiled, leaning up and kissing me.

We kissed for a couple of minutes before I said, "I love you, son."

"I love you too, Mom," he said back.

"And maybe I'll explore my lesbian side for you," I said, the idea oddly getting my cunt wet. I straddled his still hard cock (God I loved the quick recovery time of a young, virile, man).

"Does that idea get you all excited?" he asked, as I engulfed his cock.

"Maybe," I shrugged playfully, as I began riding him.

"She's expecting me to come over tomorrow," he said, as I leaned forward and put both my hands on his chest as I began fucking him.

"I'm not enough for you?" I asked, in a teasing tone, although deep down it was a serious question. The reality was that after just a few days of my son being my lover, I already couldn't fathom a future without him... even though... dreams aside... it was likely not a long term solution. I pushed the depressing thought out of my head as I began riding him faster.

"Oh, you're definitely enough for me," he smiled, as he watched me ride him.

"Remember that," I moaned, beginning to really ride him. "Your dick is mine."

"You did tailor it to your own specifications," he joked.

"Yes, I did," I agreed, closing my eyes and letting the pleasure build within me.

A few minutes later, after multiple orgasms for myself, my son's second load of the morning filled my cunt. It was then I realized that today he would have deposited a load in each of my three holes when I gave him my ass tonight.

"God, Mom, you're going to wear me out before the day even starts," he joked, as he got off the bed.

"Then maybe you should just stay home all day and rest up for me," I joked.

"This weekend we'll discover how many loads I can shoot in one day," he announced.

"Do you promise?" I asked, curious how many times he could fuck me in one day.

"That is a promise I can guarantee," he said, as he headed out to have a shower.

"I'm expecting double digits," I called out, excited about tonight and finding out the difference between having something lodged in my ass (the third size now what I was becoming comfortable with) and having an actual someone fucking your ass.

Later that day, Laurie called, asking if I wanted to go to the movies this weekend. I agreed, unsure both about whether I was going to let her know I knew, and also whether I could actually have sex with her.

I would do anything for Paul.

ANYTHING!!!

And if he wanted me to have sex with my best friend...I would... I mean, he already had. Plus, ever since I'd crossed the line of mom and son... I had become willing to cross any line.

Sucking my son's cock... check.

Fucking my son... check.

Falling in lust and in love with my son... check.

Training my asshole to be fucked by my son... check.

Willingly being sodomized by my son... in progress.

Having lesbian sex with my best friend... under consideration.

Going to an incest getaway island... being researched.

So with the number three butt plug in my ass, I logged in to chat with Kennedy.

Curiousmom: You available?

I waited a few minutes before she responded.

Momplusoneequalsfun: Sorry, I was just taking a morning pounding.

Curiousmom: Been there, done that.

Momplusoneequalsfun: Two peas in a pod.

Curiousmom: Like mother, like mother.

Momplusoneequalsfun: So given up that back door yet?

Curiousmom: Tonight!!!

Momplusoneequalsfun: You'll love it.

Curiousmom: I'm pretty excited.

Momplusoneequalsfun: It will add another level of trust and intimacy between you and your son.

Curiousmom: I want to give him My Everything.

Momplusoneequalsfun: That is the ultimate euphoria and ultimate purpose of a mother.

Curiousmom: So I'm learning.

Momplusoneequalsfun: Acceptance is the key.

Curiousmom: I've accepted it. Truthfully, I can't imagine not being with him anymore.

Momplusoneequalsfun: There is no purer love than one between a mother and a son.

Curiousmom: On that note, what do I have to do to get to go to one of these Incest island getaways?

Momplusoneequalsfun: Do you want to go with us?

Curiousmom: Definitely!!!

Momplusoneequalsfun: Great! I can get you added to the list, but to ensure confidentiality you will have to make a video of you and your son that will be sent to the secret society to use as both security that you don't 'out' the group and as your family's introduction to the community.

I read that and paused. That seemed excessive.

Curiousmom: A porn video?

Momplusoneequalsfun: Yes. I know it sounds scary, but trust me... it isn't. First, it's only for leverage in case you ever decided to out the group (which I know you wouldn't want to do) and second, it's a lot of fun. They'll give you a plot and you can flesh it out so to speak into an actual porn scene.





Curiousmom: Really?

Momplusoneequalsfun: Yes, I played a nurse who had to nurse my son back to health. They will even send you the costume to wear and a script to go by (although you can play with the script). TRUST ME... it is a lot of fun!!!

Curiousmom: That sounds a little nerve wracking.

Momplusoneequalsfun: I understand. But it's a condition that must be met before you're allowed onto the island. Every member there has made at least one video.

Curiousmom: At least one?

Momplusoneequalsfun: Yes, there is also a secret internet portal for the society that has every video posted online to watch while at the island. And there are also a few made while there by people who enjoy that. If you really get into it, there's a video of the month club where your family makes videos and swaps them with other member families.

Curiousmom: Have you made more than one?

Momplusoneequalsfun: No, but we've talked about it.

Curiousmom: Maybe we could do one called Two Mothers.

As soon as I sent it, I realized what I'd just done! She'd never even hinted at us doing anything intimate together! Although there had been that time recently when we'd simultaneously licked Jimmy's cum off our respective computer screens. In my case it had been totally virtual, but it had almost been as if I were licking his sperm off her face, and I had really gotten into it. Fortunately I was worried about nothing: she was immediately on board.

Momplusoneequalsfun: That would be real fun!!

My cunt on fire, I decided to go all in.

Curiousmom: Please sign me up!

Momplusoneequalsfun: Will do. And just for the record, when we meet I plan to get double penetrated by our sons and have you eat their cream pies. We four are going to have a lot of fun, Courtney!

My cunt gushed.

Curiousmom: I'd better get double penetrated too.

Momplusoneequalsfun: Only after me.

Curiousmom: Are we going to 69 in between?

Momplusoneequalsfun: Only if you beg, my pet.

Curiousmom: I'll be your lesbian pet in a heartbeat.

Momplusoneequalsfun: I'm keeping you to that.

Curiousmom: I can't wait to be buried between your legs lapping up our sons' cum.

Momplusoneequalsfun: You'll be doing more than just lapping up their cum.

Curiousmom: Promises, promises.

Momplusoneequalsfun: Oh, I'm going to make you crave my cunt all weekend. Tease... satisfy, tease... satisfy, you won't know whether you're cumming or going!

Curiousmom: Between being dp'd.

Momplusoneequalsfun: And recording our orgy.

Curiousmom: Well and of course that.

Momplusoneequalsfun: Horny?

Curiousmom: Am I an incest slut?

Momplusoneequalsfun: Lol. Want to play with me?

Curiousmom: God, yes.

Momplusoneequalsfun: I don't want to wear you out too much before your first sodomy.

Curiousmom: Oh, I think I can get myself all revved up

Momplusoneequalsfun: With no place to go.

Curiousmom: A Meat Loaf reference... delicious. Of course, I was hoping for a little paradise by the bedroom light.

Momplusoneequalsfun: Meet me on Skype.

Curiousmom: with bells on.

Momplusoneequalsfun: You better mean with stockings on.

Curiousmom: Yes, ma'am.

Momplusoneequalsfun: Good pet.

She logged out before I could respond to the term 'pet' which made my cunt gush.

I couldn't believe how she had turned me into such a lust hungry bimbo so easily. Although I was considering seducing, perhaps dominating, my best friend, with Kennedy I knew she was in charge and I was to obey. It just seemed natural. With her, it seemed right.

I quickly changed into a cute black teddy, that didn't even attempt to hide my large 38DD tits and matching black thigh highs and thong before I logged onto Skype... giddy with excitement.

After a pause, she answered and I was staring at her. Her smallish tits were in clear view... her nipples hard... like mine.

I asked, "Is that a dried load of cum on your face?"

She smiled, "I often have a load of cum still on me somewhere. Sometimes more than one."

"I swallowed my first breakfast treat and then had a second deposited deep in my womb," I admitted.

"And you will become a three hole cum deposit tonight," she added, not saying it in a dirty way, but in a matter of fact sort of way. Even in a congratulatory way.

"I can't wait," I admitted... and I couldn't. I wanted that dick in my ass now!

"Until then, let's start your training as my lesbian pet," she said, before adding, "let's see those huge titties."

I used to hate them being called 'titties' when my husband had called them that back in the day, but when she called them that it turned me on and I remembered using the same word when seducing my son that first night. Also, although I knew I had a great mouth-watering pair of tits... I wasn't one to usually flaunt them... except with my son of course. And before a few days ago, there was no way I would ever show my tits to someone online... yet, I didn't hesitate. I simply shrugged off the nightie I had worn for perhaps two minutes.

"Shit, those girls defy gravity," Kennedy said, staring at my tits.

"They are a back aching miracle," I joked.

"I can't wait to suck on those titties," she said.

"I can't wait to have you sucking on them just before your son tit fucks me," I added.

"He'll love that," she nodded. "He can't do that too well with these little things."

"I'm sure you make it up with your other assets," I complimented.

"Especially with one ass-et," she laughed, turning around and wiggling her ass as she stressed the term 'ass', revealing she was completely naked except for a pair of white thigh highs.

"I imagine so," I nodded, checking out her perfect ass.

"So have you ever been with a woman?" she asked.

"No," I admitted, before adding, "but I have been curious. I'm even thinking of seducing my best friend who is also fucking my son."

"Oh my, how soap opera-ish," she laughed.

"Yeah, just trying to figure out how to go about it," I said.

"Just call her out on it and see how she reacts," Kennedy suggested.

"She'll be mortified I know," I said, already visualizing Laurie's cheeks going red with embarrassment and tears of guilt streaming down her face.

"Which will be a perfect reason for her to do anything to make it up to you," she suggested with a sly smile.

"I can't imagine it would be that easy," I said. "I don't want to ruin our friendship either."

"Did she think of that when she fucked your son?" Kennedy asked bluntly.

"I guess not," I responded, suddenly more annoyed at my best friend for not thinking about my feelings before doing something like fucking her best friend's son.

"Maybe you need to go there with a strap-on and show her who's boss," she suggested.

I laughed, "I saw a younger girl buying one when I was purchasing my anal starter kit and wondered when I would ever need one of those."

"Well, besides for making your best friend your slut, for when you come to the island. There is always an evening devoted to a full scale optional gay/lesbian orgy."

"No way!" I gasped.

"Oh yes, everything goes," she added. "You'll see dads fuck their sons, sons fuck their dads, grandsons get pegged by grandmothers, full family orgies and pretty much anything else you can imagine."

"I hadn't even imagined most of those," I said in awe.

"It's the most exhilarating free place. The only place where you can be yourself with no judgement, only support," Kennedy explained.

"I can't wait," I said.

"Me too," she nodded.

"Now, show me that sweet snatch of yours," Kennedy instructed.

"I like the alliteration," I replied, as I, without hesitation, tugged my panties down quickly and repositioned myself so I could spread my legs and show her my shaved snatch.

"Very nice," she nodded, with approval. "I see your slippery slit is already wet."

"What can I say? Every time I chat with you my twitchy twat is soaked in two seconds flat," I admitted, trying to sound clever and dirty.

"Well then, show me what you've always done once we finished our conversations," she instructed.

"Well, before I went shopping a few days ago, I'd use my fingers. But now I've discovered advancements in technology and love my rabbit," I said, even as I moved my left hand to my pussy.

"Oh that bunny is worth the money," Kennedy joked, enjoying the rhyme, before adding, "go get it."

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded, excited to have it doing its double pleasure on the inside and out.

"Good girl," she nodded, as I stood up and went and grabbed my already well-used new toy.

When I returned a moment later, I sat back down, again spread my legs and showed the toy to her.

"Nice," she nodded, before showing me hers, "I have one too."

"Whoa," I gasped. "I didn't know they made them that big."

"Ten inches," she nodded, as I watched her turn it on and slide the entire long toy inside her pussy.

"Oh my," I moaned softly.

"With toys, size matters," Kennedy smiled. "With my son, it's about just being his submissive slut, his three hole cum deposit, his cock sucker, his personal morning wake-up call, his Mommy slut."

Each naughty term made my cunt twitch as I turned my rabbit on and slid it easily inside my sopping wet fuck hole.

"Tell me what you are," Kennedy ordered.

I paused for a second, unsure what she meant before I realized the obvious. "A Mommy slut who will do whatever her son wants whenever he wants it."

"More," she instructed, with a moan, as she held the ten inch rabbit inside her. I could see her vulva vibrating from the inside.

"I'm a Mommy pet, a Mommy slut, a Mommy cum bucket, a Mommy submissive slave," I listed, each item making both of us more excited.

"More."

"A full time three-hole, twenty-four hour always open parking lot for his cock," I said, trying to come up with new ways of saying the same thing.

"And what if he wants others to park their limousines in your garage?" Kennedy asked, continuing with the metaphor.

"I like to think I could accommodate up to three nice long limousines at once," I moaned, the idea of being triple-teamed suddenly a turn-on.

"Oh, we'll be able to keep your garage full all weekend," she promised. "We'll need a parking valet outside your bedroom door to control the traffic."

"Ohhhhh," I moaned, my orgasm already building.

"Remove the rabbit," she ordered suddenly.

I was surprised, but obeyed.

"Good girl," Kennedy smiled, before adding, "I see your arm rests are leather."

"Um, yeah," I nodded, looking at them.

"Get up and ride your arm rest to orgasm, my little slut," she ordered.

I had never considered that as a possibility, but the possibility now awakened, I didn't hesitate. Partly out of horniness, partly out of obedience, and partly out of the new kinky do-anything me, I instantly obeyed... although I quickly realized it was quite awkward.

I had one foot on the floor, then I had to bend my other knee and angle my body awkwardly, so I could both straddle the creative new fuck toy and be able to grind it... all while a number three butt plug remained lodged in my anus. Oh yes, and the camera angle. I didn't want Kennedy to miss a thing!

As I finally got into a position that was somewhat comfortable and began rubbing my pussy on the leather fabric, Kennedy purred, "That's it, my little slut. Ride yourself like a desperate Mommy slut."

"Oh yes," I moaned, her words enhancing the pleasure beginning to rekindle after the sudden withdrawal of the rabbit.

"When we meet you're going to dine on cream pies from my cunt, and then chug my full flood," Kennedy continued.

"Yes, you'll make me your full service slut," I moaned, the idea of licking male cum out of a pussy suddenly utterly compelling. Almost as exhilarating as being in the actual presence of and completely under the control of this imaginative and demanding dominatrix.

"Then you can suck your son's cock while my son pounds your ass and I wear a strap-on to pound your cunt," she continued.

"Ooooooh," I moaned, the idea of three cocks at once suddenly at the top of my bucket list... well, after giving up my anal virginity to my son later tonight.

"Maybe we'll set you up for a train ride," she suggested.

"A train ride?" I asked, unfamiliar with the term... although I was definitely enjoying this ride.

"Yeah, where you get fucked by guy after guy, each depositing their load in you," Kennedy said. "It's the ultimate ride."

"You've done that?" I asked, the idea kind of hot, but also a bit crazy.

"Yeah, twice," she nodded, before adding, "last time I had over thirty loads deposited in me."

"Oh my," I said, with a moan, that many cocks in a row unfathomable.

"It was pretty wild," she agreed, before adding, "next time I'll have you retrieve every load out of me."

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned both because that was wickedly wild and also because rubbing myself on the arm rest was getting me off... it was also making the butt plug in my ass move around a bit. I had nerve endings back there, and they were becoming very happy.

"You want to be my cream pie slut?" Kennedy asked, as she began to pump her cunt quickly with her rabbit.

"Oh yes, I'll do whatever you tell me to," I declared, finding the idea of being blindly allowed to just let go and obediently give in completely to my inner slut completely exhilarating.

"Come for me, my slut," Kennedy ordered, as she too approached orgasm.

Both of us then focused on our own self-induced orgasms: Kennedy fucking herself with a rabbit vibrator and me humping an arm rest... oh how quickly I had leapt from prim and proper to wild and wicked!

And in another minute, we both came within seconds of each other, me first as an intense orgasm erupted out of me and coated the leather arm rest with a shiny gleam.

We both remained silent as we allowed our orgasms to take their course and then still remained silent as we recovered and regained our breath.

Finally, Kennedy spoke. "That was fucking the hottest fucking thing I have watched in a long fucking while."

"Besides committing countless acts of incest, it's the wildest thing I've done in decades," I smiled.

"It's only the beginning, my sexy slut."

"Promises, promises," I playfully responded, feeling so comfortable with this relative stranger.

"Oh trust me," she smiled, "I don't make promises I can't keep."

I then watched as she sucked her own juices off the rabbit.

Feeling wicked, I got off the chair, bent down so my butt plug filled ass was staring directly at the camera as I too licked up my own juices... mine a rather large puddle on my arm rest.

"I can't wait to fuck that ass," Kennedy said from behind me.

"I can't wait to have you and your son ream my shit hole," I responded crudely.

"We're going to get along famously," Kennedy laughed, as I turned back around to study the face of this caring, demanding woman. This brand new, but already very intimate, friend.

We chatted, both remaining naked, for a few more minutes about generic life things before going our separate ways. She was heading to work and I was heading for a bath.

.....

The contentment and satiation of our encounter gradually wore off and because of my fixation on my expectations for the evening, the afternoon became an excruciating nightmare as the clock seemed to be broken... the minutes passing so slowly until it was time for Paul to come home.

I also was imbibing a few drinks... as recommended by Kennedy: alcohol and lube.

I desperately wanted to surprise Paul.

I eagerly wanted to give him my anal virginity.

I hungrily wanted to take his entire dick up my virgin ass.

I was dressed in the two-sizes-too-small cheerleading outfit, so my voluptuous tits and my hard nipples were clearly in view.

I was wearing a pair of mocha crotchless sheer silk pantyhose, and still had my third size butt plug lodged in my ass.

It would stay there until my son replaced it with his much more impressive back door plug.

I was making dinner when Paul arrived home. I called out, "Honey, I'm in the kitchen," already acting like he was not my son but my man.

A moment later, he walked into the kitchen and gasped, "WOW!" was all he could muster.

"Like?" I asked, giving him a sultry pose.

"Love," he nodded, still not moving, just checking me out from head to toe.

"I'm here tonight to cheer you on," I smiled, as I walked over to him.

"Cheer me on for what?" he asked.

My hand reached for his cock, already growing, as I replied, "Cheer as you complete a mandatory final step towards mastering the skill of pleasing Mommy."

"Oh," he groaned, before countering, "I thought I had already gotten an A in that."

"Don't you want an A-plus?" I questioned, as I dropped to my knees and fished out his cock.

"I'm always open to earning extra credit," he said, before I devoured his now hard cock.

I bobbed on his cock for a couple of minutes, my head spinning with the reality that I was about to take my first cock ever in my ass and that it would be my own son who sodomized me first. He would be the one who got to take my anal virginity, which added to the surreal reality.

I stood back up and asked, "Can you help Mommy with something?"

"Always," he added, before adding, "but I thought you were just helping me with something."

I smiled, as I faced away from him, put my hands on the kitchen table, bent over and asked, "Mommy feels really full. Can you check out my ass for me?"

He walked to me and gasped a second time when he saw the butt plug lodged in my asshole.

"Mom," he smiled, as he caressed my silky-clad ass, quickly recovering from the surprise, "I think I've discovered the difficulty."

"What is it?" I asked, playing stupid.

"What does it feel like when I do this?" he asked, tapping gently on the end of the butt plug with a knuckle.

"A knock at the door?"

"Exactly. The wrong tool seems to be buried in your ass," he diagnosed.

"The wrong tool?" I asked innocently, even as I reached for the lube I had conveniently left on the table for us.

"Definitely," he said, "but fortunately, I've had training as a plumber, and a trained professional is now at your service. Knock, knock," as I again felt a knock at my back door, then felt his hands give my ass a firm squeeze before he withdrew the butt plug from where it had been parked all day.

"Oh," I moaned, "there was something back there?"

"Yes, but now your back door looks like it needs some tender loving care from a new visitor," he said, as I felt his hands slide down my leg before I felt his tongue rimming my gaping asshole.

"Oh, son," I moaned, "that feels so good."

"I need to make sure it's okay," he said.

"Yes darling, kiss Mommy's boo boo aww better," I replied little girlishly, surprised by how nice and relaxing it felt to have a tongue licking my ass... although it was just a tease for what I really wanted... his big dick pounding away in my shit hole.

And for a couple of minutes, Paul licked and probed my asshole with his tongue while he simultaneously began teasing my clit and pussy lips with his fingers. The double pleasure, like the rabbit, quickly had me overheating and needing dick.





I moaned, as I handed him the lube, "Please, baby, take Mommy's anal virginity."

"You sure?" he asked, even as he took the bottle.

"I've been wearing that plug all day to prepare my ass for your big dick, baby," I explained. "I want to be Your Everything, son. And I want to do everything with you."

"Oh God, Mom, I love you so much," he said, as he surprised me by spinning me around and kissing me.

The kiss started soft and intimate.

And lasted that way for a few minutes... where nothing else mattered but the sweet tenderness of a gentle, endless kiss.

His tongue explored mine.

My tongue explored his.

The kiss became passionate.

The kiss led to urgency as our hands began to roam all over each other's body as I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it down his arms while never allowing our lips to break contact.

He cupped my breasts.

He squeezed and caressed my pantyhose clad ass.

He slid a finger inside my tempted twat.

Finally lust overwhelmed me and I had to break the kiss. I grabbed the lube he had put down earlier, poured what seemed like gallons into my left hand and lathered his raging rod, making him moan.

I then bent back over the kitchen table and simply said, "Please son, fuck Mommy's asshole with your big dick."

"Those are words I've fantasized about your saying a million times, but never fathomed ever hearing," he said, as he moved behind me.

"I'm serious, Paul," I said, looking back at him. "I want to be Your Everything. Your loving mother... your intimate lover... your dirty three-hole fuck slut."

"Oh God," he groaned at my words, likely the last phrase really getting him going.

"Now sodomize your Mommy," I demanded, as I felt his dick poking against my entrance. "The time for door-knocking is over, Mr. Plumber. Come the fuck IN!!"

"Okay," he said, still clearly nervous.

"Just slide it in, baby," I coaxed, before adding, "I can handle a little pain. I did have you sliding out of my cunt eighteen years ago."

He laughed, "and now I can go back inside you whenever I want," he countered, as he slid his cock into my suddenly non-virgin ass.

"Ooooooooooh," I moaned, as his thick long cock both widened my asshole slightly and also went deeper than any of the three butt plugs I'd used.

A pleasure... a pain... blended together... creating a sensation that was unlike anything I had ever felt before.

My son's cock was buried in my ass.

I was officially a three-hole Mommy fuck slut.

"You okay?" he asked, as his hand rubbed my back, as his body rested on me... his entire cock inside my bowels.

"I'm perfect," I answered, which was the only description I could come up with.

"Yes you are," he replied tenderly, before he moved his hands to my hips and began to slowly fuck me.

"Ohhhhhh," I moaned, as his cock began to move in and out of me... the pleasure quickly growing as the slight pain began to fade away... happy I'd had three glasses of wine, which had relaxed me greatly, "Yes, son, your cock feels so good."

"Your ass is so tight," he groaned.

"Well, it's been waiting for you for decades," I replied back. "You're going boldly where no man has gone before."

And then for a couple of minutes my son slowly ass fucked me.

Long, slow strokes in and out.

Slow building pleasure awakening like the flicker of a tiny flame and growing into a fire.

Once the pain was non-existent, once only the pleasure remained, I finally begged, wanting to feel my son's body slamming into me, feel my son's cock pounding my ass, "Please, baby, fuck Mommy's ass. Mommy wants her tight asshole pounded. Mommy wants to feel her son deposit his load deep in her bowels. Mommy wants to be your three-hole cum bucket."

He joked, just before he began to increase his pace, "I hope I can still come on your beautiful face and huge perfect tits."

"Oooooh," I moaned, as the speed increased, "you can shoot your cum anywhere you want in or on or all over Mommy."

"Mmmmmm," he groaned, "so many places to shoot."

"Shoot away, baby," I replied, "but I want this load in Mommy's ass."

"I think I can do that," he said, as he began fucking me even faster.

"Yes, yes, fuck Mommy's ass," I screamed, the faster fucking as exhilarating as I had imagined it. The thrill of giving my virgin ass to my son a once in a lifetime moment, and one I wanted to enjoy to the fullest.

And he did, as he furiously thrust in and out of my ass.

"More, baby, slam into my shit hole," I demanded, wanting to be ass fucked as hard as possible.

He then held my hips firmly and slammed into me.

"Fuck!!!" I screamed, as the deep thrust reached new depths in me, creating an intense pleasure and pain at once that consumed my very being.

For a couple minutes, he teased the hell out of me, bucking forward into me so hard the kitchen table was hitting the wall... but then pausing.

It drove me nuts.

I begged, "Paul, don't tease your anal Mommy slut, fuck her."

"I want this to last as long as possible," he said, saying what I had been thinking earlier, which is when I realized why he was slowing down and shifting to this slower, but stimulating fucking.

"Me too, baby," I moaned. "I want your dick in me all the time. I want to deep throat that cock and swallow every drop of your cum. I want to ride your cock and feel your load erupt inside me. I want to be bathed in your cum. I want to feel you fuck my ass until I come like a cheap porn star."

"Oh God, Mom," he groaned, my dirty talk obviously turning him on as he began to fuck my ass faster again... although he also fucked me harder... our bodies colliding into each other, the sound of two bodies slapping into one another the only sound other than our increasingly heavy breathing and moans.

Wanting to come from my first sodomy and feeling the orgasm bubbling underneath but not bubbling over, I used one hand to lean against the table to handle the hard deep thrusts and the other went underneath it so I could rub myself.

There was no more talking.

He fucked my ass hard, deep and fast.

He groaned with each rough thrust.

I moaned with each deep drilling.

And after a couple dozen more hard thrusts, my own orgasm so close to eruption, he grunted and I felt the surreal feeling of cum exploding in my usually only-going-out hole.

The feeling sent chills through my body and somehow triggered my orgasm and I screamed, as we came together, "Yes, Mommy fucker!"

I could feel great gushes of my cunt cum cascading down my legs as I came hard as I was fucked hard and filled with my son's cum.

Paul kept fucking my ass, although more slowly now, as we both enjoyed the afterglow of our glorious fuck session.

When he pulled out a minute later, I stood back up and gasped breathlessly, as I felt some of his cum leaking out of my ass, which made me feel so slutty, "Wow! That was intense."

"That was the most amazing thing ever," he said, also out of breath, looking at me in awe.

"It was so intense I didn't even end up getting to play slutty cheerleader who hears the smart nerd kid has a big cock and seduces him," I said, having been so overcome with lust I had to have his cock in my ass so badly and so soon.

"Well, maybe after I shower we can play that one," he said.

"How about we make it a bath?" I questioned flirtatiously.

"Together?" he asked, still kind of sweet and innocent considering he had now fucked all three of my holes.

"Definitely together," I answered, taking his hand and leading him to the Jacuzzi tub in my bedroom bathroom.

The end... for now.

Coming in the future if enough want to read it:



Best Friend Threesome

Courtney confronts her best friend and has her first lesbian experience and then her first threesome.

Cum-a-thon(how many loads in one day)

Courtney learns the amount of times her son can come in a day.

Home Video

The application is filled out and the video is made for entry into Incest Island.



Incest Island

They go to Incest Island.





