Wrong Number Series


Wrong Number (4.31)	Mom misdials son with video chat, reveals a secret.	 Incest/Taboo 	02/13/20

 
Wrong Number Ch. 02     Mom invites her son to watch again.    	 Incest/Taboo 	04/21/20


Wrong Number Ch. 03 (4.18)	Mom gets worked up and her husband shows up from work.  New	 Incest/Taboo 	04/26/20


Wrong Number Ch. 04 (x.xx)	Greg learns something new about his mother.  New	 Incest/Taboo 	04/29/20


Wrong Number Ch. 05 (x.xx)	Greg's mother knows about his snapshots.  New	 Incest/Taboo 	04/30/20


Wrong Number Ch. 06 (4.28)	Greg learns that he might be part of a bigger plan.  New	 Incest/Taboo 	05/02/20


Wrong Number Ch. 07 (4.18)	Will it always be just teasing?  New	 Incest/Taboo 	05/05/20


Wrong Number Ch. 08-12 (x.xx)	A video chat leads to a game changing moment for them.  New	 Incest/Taboo 	05/09/20


Wrong Number Ch. 13-17 (4.14)	Mom and Greg get closer, but he learns a paternal secret.  New	 Incest/Taboo 	05/16/20

 
Wrong Number Ch. 18-21 (4.19)	Mother and son come up with a plan.	 Incest/Taboo 	06/21/20


Wrong Number Ch. 22-25 (x.xx)	Mother and son finally share their bodies and souls.  New	 Incest/Taboo 	07/08/20



Wrong Number
by WriterMatt ©




01



Greg Moore sat quietly at his desk as he continued his homework. He was eagerly awaiting his High School graduation and at nineteen years old, it was long overdue. He struggled to not be distracted by his phone like his generation were prone to be. He finally gave into his addiction by putting down his pencil and picking up his phone.

Since he was home alone, he opened the browser on his phone and began to direct it to his favorite porn site. As he used his thumb to put in the address, he slid his pants down and dug into his boxers to free his cock. He began to browse the video thumbnails and stroke his hardening cock when he got a video phone call.

He cursed the caller, "Damnit, Mom!"

He accepted the call expecting it to be in error. When the video stabilized, he saw a chair filling up a large portion of a small room facing him. There were boxes and file cabinets lining the sides of the room. Greg was about to hang up when a man entered the scene and sat in the chair. His shirt was on but his cock was rock hard and bobbed up and down until he settled into the chair. The man's fingers were soon wrapped around his cock, keeping it hard.

Greg's cock was going flaccid and he once again went to terminate the call when a woman entered the scene completely nude. She walked in and turned to face the man. Greg's eyes shifted around as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. His eyes narrowed as he looked harder at the details that made up the woman. He rapidly scanned her hair color, face, body type, and skin tone. It took him a few seconds before it clicked.

"MOM!?" he mouthed, but no sound escaped.

Nancy Moore spread her legs, bent at the waste and took the man's cock in her mouth. Greg's cock began to rise again, despite the kink show being played out in front of him. He could see the lips of her pussy and her ass hole as her upper body began to rhythmically move up and down.

"Fuck! Was that Dad? Why am I seeing this?" he asked himself

Regardless, he continued stroking his cock. Once the man's cock was slick with her Saliva, Nancy stood up straight and stepped up, straddling the man's legs. She said something inaudible to Greg, but the man responded to her. He gripped his cock with one hand and placed his other on her hip, guiding her down onto him. She sank slowly down until not an inch of his shaft or balls were visible and began to ride his cock.

Greg leaned back in his chair and was furiously stroking his cock watching his mother, Nancy, fuck the man who could be his father or a complete stranger. He cursed the distance her phone was from them fucking. He wanted to watch a more detailed show. As his mother rose up, you could see most of the man's cock before she would sink back down. This went on for several minutes before she got up and turned around.

She repeated the same actions, sinking down on the man's cock while his hands were on her hips. Greg knew his orgasm was not far off as he was able to see his mother's tits and her well-trimmed pubic hair. He watched his mother tweak her nipples and rub her clit as she bounced up and down on his cock.

"Come on, Mom. Let me see you cum," he whispered to the empty room.

He continued to jerk his hard cock watching the scene unfold on the phone. After a short while of watching this strange cock emerge from and disappear into his mother's pussy, he watched his mother pull the cock out and make several quick strokes. Greg was able to see his mother's belly get soaked with the man's cum.

He was almost there himself. It was the moment he saw the dark hair on her pussy get soaked with the stranger's semen that he began to shoot his load. There was nowhere to catch it, so he pointed the head toward his chest and came all over his shirt.

As he recovered, he went to end the call only to see the horrified look on his mother's face as she realized she invited the wrong person to watch.



02


This is chapter two in this series. Chapter one was my entry into the 750-word challenge. This chapter, along with the chapters that follow, will each be 750 words each (Title to end). Some may have what you're looking for while others may be a tease. The end of this series is not in sight, so I hope you enjoy each chapter as they come.

Wrong Number

Chapter Two

Greg sat in his chair, dismayed at being caught watching his mother cheat on his father. Questions remained, though, about who was the intended recipient of the video call.

Later that evening, the family of three sat in silence at the table as they ate dinner. Greg's father would leave shortly after for his evening poker game, leaving him and his mother alone in the house. While eating, he looked to his mother for any sign that she would even acknowledge his presence, but there was none. She remained silent until his father left. He took that moment to excuse himself from the table and go to his room.

"I won't deal with silence on this issue forever," he thought as he threw himself onto the bed.

He conjured several ways to break the silence between them and try to resolve the issue when the answer came to him via a buzzing phone.

"I know you saw me," she texted.

He was debating his response for minutes when another text came through.

"If you're going to ignore me, at least turn off your read receipts."

"I don't know what to say to you, Mom," he replied swiftly.

Nothing.

As he waited for her response, he pulled up a mother-son video from his favorite porn site and pulled his hardening cock out of his pants.

In true parent fashion, he received a response just as he was ready to get into the action on his screen. The response wasn't what he had in mind. It was another video call. He tucked his cock away and answered the call.

"Did you cum watching me have sex?" she asked immediately.

Apparently not one for small talk, she dove right in. He joined the party.

"Who were you having sex with? It wasn't Dad."

"That's none of your business," she angrily replied.

"It became my business the minute you brought me into whatever fucked up thing you have going on," he responded in kind.

"Don't you curse at me!" she said, bringing her phone close to her face.

"I'm not doing this over the phone," he demanded before ending the call.

He slammed his phone down onto his bed and sped toward the family room where he found her on the couch.

He stopped in the middle of the room and began to berate her, "How is it that you're mad at me when you're the one who called me and invited me to watch you fuck some random guy?"

She stood up and approached him threateningly, "I will tell you what happened after you answer my fucking question! Did you cum watching me have sex?"

"Oh, now who's the hypocrite?"

His mother resigned her position and sat on the couch.

"I just wanted to know if you came watching me," she muttered.

Greg stood there looking at her, but his mind was reliving the video he masturbated to earlier that day. When he was finished, he focused on his mother who was staring at his crotch.

"Greg!" she nearly shouted.

"What?"

"I asked you," she said loudly before her eyes shifted to the left and right as if checking to make sure no one was watching them before whispering, "why do you have an erection?"

He looked down and noticed a significant bulge in his pants.

"I..."

"Shhh!" she hissed, "I don't want to see that!"

"Then don't look," he retorted quickly.

She stood up and came face to face with her son.

"You liked watching me, didn't you? You masturbated while watching me!" she said with a hint of a smirk on her face.

Embarrassed, he sat quickly in the chair behind him and crossed his arms in his lap, hiding his hard cock from his mother. She sat on the couch and locked eyes with him and waited until he seemed to be done with his smartass remarks.

"Since it's obvious you came while watching me, I might as well tell you that the call you got was supposed to go to your father."

Greg's eyes opened widely, "He knows!?"

His mother leaned forward, "He set it up!"

She rested back into the couch to see what kind of sarcasm would spew from his mouth after hearing that. Since there was none, she continued.

"I surprise him with those, so he doesn't know you watched me today. Would you like to watch me again?" she dared ask her son.

"Yes."

He felt defeated yet energized with desire.



03




This is chapter three in this series. Chapter one was my entry into the 750-word challenge. This chapter, along with the ones before and after it will each be 750 words each (Title to end). Some may have what you're looking for while others may be a tease. The end of this series is not in sight, so I hope you enjoy each chapter as they come.

Wrong Number

Chapter Three

Greg's mother walked from the room without acknowledging his reply. She hid the smile on her face as she walked to her room.

"Should I give him a solo show or was watching me with an iron rod of a cock in my pussy what he preferred," she wondered to herself.

It wasn't time for bed, but she had an itch that needed relieving. As soon as the door to her bedroom closed, she was kicking off her shoes and unbuttoning her jeans in a frenzy. When she was finally naked from the waist down after nearly tripping over the clothing gathered at her ankles, she fell into her bed and fumbled with the drawer in her nightstand. As she removed the white, bubble-textured vibrator, she heard the door to her son's room slam shut.

"He's going to jerk his cock," she thought to herself.

She turned the device on to its lowest setting and pressed it against one of her nipples. Her shoulders shook as a shudder ran down her body.

"He's going to cum thinking of me sitting on a hard cock and bouncing up and down on it," she whispered.

She trailed the latex cock down her body until the tip rested above the hood that protected her clit. She squirmed, rotating her hips side to side as she pressed it harder against her love button. She continued thinking of what her son might be doing in his room while she masturbated herself thinking of him.

"Gimme your cock," she said to a nameless person.

"Push it deep inside me," she begged as she began to slip her toy into her pussy.

She stifled her moan as the toy disappeared in her depths. She nearly wanted Greg to burst into her room with the same energy that he confronted her with in the living room. She wanted to see his furled eyebrows as he violently removed his clothes and got between her legs.

"This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" she imagined him asking.

She took the toy from her pussy and pushed it back in, imagining his fleshy cock was the thing penetrating her.

"I want it so bad," she grunted as she fucked herself.

She turned her head as she masturbated and imagined her husband sitting in a chair next to the bed, rubbing his hardening cock. She opened her mouth, inviting him to shove it down her throat. She wanted to be spit-roasted for the first time ever.

She snapped out of her fantasy as she began to feel her pending orgasm grow in intensity. Her free hand manipulated her clit as she pushed the fake cock in and out of her with growing speed.

"Cumming," she whispered out loud.

The muscles in her stomach tensed up and her hips raised up off the bed as she jammed the vibrator in her pussy one more time. Her other hand was a blur as she took the final step over the ledge.

Her mouth opened to express her pleasure to the world but nothing came out. Her eyes were clenched shut as her torso writhed back and forth.

"Cumming!" she whispered again. Her voice was broken and nearly unintelligible.

She finally collapsed on the bed with her toy still buried inside her. She lay on the bed catching her breath when a voice came from the closet. Her eyes flew open in a flash and her face turned red with sudden embarrassment.

"Holy fuck, was that Jim or Greg? Who is in my room?" she wondered.

Her husband finally appeared from the closet. He had removed his shirt and his pants were falling to the floor as she observed his stiff cock make an appearance. For a man his age, he was wildly attractive. He had a full head of graying hair with a matching goatee. He was just a little thicker than slim, but she could trace the faint outline of the muscles on his chest and abs.

They had a magnificent sex life and she was just recently able to expand her side of it. Jim had brought home a bombshell brunette he had been banging at the office to share with his wife months prior. It was that night that Monica planted the idea in her head.

"How did it go?" he asked as he walked toward the bed, stroking his average sized cock

"He wants to watch me again," she said with a welcoming smile.



04


This is chapter four in this series. Chapter one was my entry into the 750-word challenge. This chapter, along with the ones before and after it will each be 750 words each (Title to end). Some may have what you're looking for while others may be a tease. The end of this series is not in sight, so I hope you enjoy each chapter as they come.

Wrong Number

Chapter Four

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Several days passed before Greg found himself at home alone while his parents were at work. He was searching for jobs online while listening to music at the desk in his room. Thoughts of the discussion that took place between his mother and him days earlier were nearly absent from his mind. He bobbed his head to the music blaring into his ears by the headphones he was using. His afternoon changed dramatically when the music stopped, and his ring tone began to play in his ears.

"Oh shit, it's Mom," he thought.

He watched the screen of the phone for a few seconds before his finger pressed the button to accept the facetime call.

The video opened with a view of an office. It looked unused as the desk had nothing on it and the chair was pushed in. The camera was quite a distance away. Regardless, he felt his cock begin to harden and he lazily fumbled with the opening of his pajama bottoms to free it.

"Give me a just a minute," he heard a female voice say, but it wasn't his mother.

He began to gently stroke his cock as he leaned back in his chair, waiting for someone to appear. Almost two minutes passed when a dark haired female walked from behind the camera into the frame. Her back was to him and he watched as she lifted her skirt. When she made it to the desk, she had her skirt hiked up to her hips and hooked her thumbs into her panties and pushed them down her legs. With a kick of her foot, the panties flew out of frame.

"Who is that?" he thought, "I thought I would be seeing Mom again."

The woman in the video kept her skirt lifted and sat on the short edge of the desk.

"I'm ready," she announced.

"Man, I don't want to watch Dad bang out some chick," he said to himself.

His disappointment was soon changed to shock when his mother walked into the picture from the same place the mystery woman did. She stopped a few feet away from the camera and disrobed completely. First, her shirt was pulled off and clumsily thrown onto the floor. Her bra quickly joined it. Greg fumbled with his phone and began to take screenshots of his mother stripping. As he took pictures, she was pushing her pants and panties down together. She left them pooled on the floor as the made her way to the woman sitting on the desk.

"Damnit, why didn't she turn around?" he wondered.

When his mother arrived in front of the other woman, she was ordered to her knees. The woman on the desk stiffly pointed her finger to the ground between her legs.

"No fucking way," he said enthusiastically.

As the speed of his masturbating increased, he watched his mother get on her knees. Her head disappeared between the woman's legs and her hands went up and cupped the strange woman's tits. He watched his mother's head move up and down in a movement he recognized. He knew she was licking that woman's pussy from bottom to top.

He felt his orgasm approach and held off to see what else was going to happen. The woman put her hand on the back of his mother's head and pulled her closer.

"We don't have much time. I want to cum, too," she said to his mom.

Knowing there was not going to be much time before the woman came, he increased his stroking. Minutes went by and he finally came.

"I'm going to cum on your ass as you lick her pussy," he said, bringing him over the edge.

The first shot of cum was powerful and landed on his neck. The second and third created a pool of cum on his shirt while the rest dribbled down his cock. The woman clenched her fist around his mother's hair as she came. Her legs shook a little but enough for him to know his mother finished the job.

When it was over, the mystery woman gathered her clothes and left while his mother approached the phone. He watched her naked body come into full view. Suddenly, her face came into view.

"You should probably turn off your microphone if you're going to fantasize about cumming on my ass," she said with a smirk before ending the call.

His heart raced with the realization that his mother now knew.



05


This is chapter five in this series. Chapter one was my entry into the 750-word challenge. This chapter, along with the ones before and after it will each be 750 words each (Title to end). Some may have what you're looking for while others may be a tease. The end of this series is not in sight, so I hope you enjoy each chapter as they come.

Wrong Number

Chapter Five

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He flipped through the images he was able to save of his naked mother as he jerked his cock again. He typically wasn't able to cum back to back, but he knew it was possible as he stared at his mother's bare ass. He was also fueled by the prospect his mother knew his side of their argument was a smoke show. He would fuck his mother given the chance and now she knew it.

While it took a bit longer to cum the second time, it still happened faster than he would have thought. More of his baby batter pooled in the same spot as the rest had on his shirt while more dribbled down his cock to join the drying clump that was already there. He yanked off his headphone and headed directly to the shower to clean up.

The images of what he saw happen in that office were engrained in his mind. He stayed in his room replaying it over and over while trying to figure out what was happening.

"Why is Mom so willing to put herself on display for me like that. It took almost no effort for it to happen," he thought.

He opened his phone and flipped through the screenshots he took of his mother again. Again, he pulled out his cock and stroked it. He imagined he was the one sitting on the edge of the desk watching his mother's head bob up and down in his cock before shooting his load down her throat.

"Swallow it," he grunted as he turned slightly to the side.

His cum gathered on the towel he used after his shower and he was quick to stuff his dick back in his pants and ball up the towel when he heard a knock on his door.

"Yeah?" he shouted as he stuffed the towel into his hamper.

There was no answer.

"Come in."

The door opened and his mother walked in wearing her pajamas and a robe. The expression on her face would not have revealed to anyone that anything odd had happened between them. She closed the door behind her and walked in. She pulled her phone from the pocket on her robe and began swiping up and down, left and right.

"What are you doing?" Greg shyly asked his mother.

Just as he finished asking, his phone lit up with a text message.

"I'm sure you'll find that much better in quality than the snapshots you took of me earlier," she said to him as she turned back toward the door. "Dinner is ready"

She walked away as he opened the text message from her. His heart raced as he saw a thumbnail view of his mother naked. He tapped on the picture to open it to full screen. He felt his cock begin to harden immediately. There was his mother standing in front of her full-length mirror in her room. She had absolutely nothing on. One hand was holding the phone while the other was wrapped around her midsection.

She was beautiful. She was just shorter than him. Her breasts were the size of oranges and hung just a little. They were probably very perky before she had him. She had a little weight around her belly, and he knew she was self-conscious about it. Her dark brown hair gathered over one shoulder and ended just above the nipple on one of her tits. Her pussy was completely shaved, and she stood with her legs opened slightly.

He zoomed in and looked at the lips between her legs. He wanted to suck them into his mouth.

"Stop gawking and come to dinner," his mother whispered from his door.

He jumped slightly, tossing his phone onto his bed and made his way to the kitchen, following her. When he arrived, his father was already seated, and his mother took her normal place at the table. The food was already on the table and Greg took his normal seat. The conversation between his parents was normal when his father turned to him.

"Anything interesting happen today?"

He did his best to not let on that he watched his mother lick another woman's pussy.

"No, I put in a few applications today. Should probably hear from someone soon," he casually mentioned.

His father nodded approvingly, "Good. I've got to go back to work for a bit tonight. You and your mother can relax. I hear she had a challenging day today."




06




This is chapter six in this series. Chapter one was my entry into the 750-word challenge. This chapter, along with the ones before and after it will each be 750 words each (Title to end). Some may have what you're looking for while others may be a tease. The end of this series is not in sight, so I hope you enjoy each chapter as they come. I'll also add that I have no definitive end in mind. If you make a suggestion in the comments, it might come to fruition!

Wrong Number

Chapter Six

He looked at his mother with panic written all over his face. She opened her eyes a little wider and shook her head back and forth just slightly. He directed his eyes to his plate and finished his meal quickly.

"Alright, I'm headed back. I should be back before midnight," his father said as he dumped his dishes into the sink.

He put his hands on his wife's shoulders and leaned in to kiss her cheek before leaving. Greg got up almost as soon as his father walked out of the house. He put his own dishes in the sink and went to his room.

He hid his phone in the desk drawer and turned on his gaming system. As he attempted to play, he could hear the phone buzzing in the drawer from repeated text messages. He ignored each one and eventually put on his headphones to rid himself of the reminder that his mother was probably trying to coax him into the living room.

"Why is she even doing all this?" he wondered to himself.

He didn't answer his own question. He was focused on the battle that raged on the television screen in front of him.

"Ha! Go back to school, nub!" he said to himself each time he killed an opponent.

Greg successfully absorbed himself into his game when the door to his room flew open. His mother stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. He jumped back, partially removing his headphones. He stared at her and immediately became confrontational.

"What the fuck, Mom?" he yelled.

She stepped into the room and looked at the screen. She seemed to let out a sigh of relief as if she expected him to have her picture put up on the big screen while he masturbated to it.

"Don't say that to me!" she demanded. "I tried yelling for you to come help me with the dishes, then I tried texting. Why are you ignoring me?"

Greg removed his headphones completely and stood up, "I'm not ignoring you! I'm trying to figure out what has gotten into you!"

She looked at the screen again, "It looks like you're playing video games."

He rolled his eyes and was about to speak.

"I fucking told you," she hissed as she jumped toward him, "don't ever roll your eyes at me!"

He narrowed his eyes at his mother as he remembered the previous confrontation they had. They never spoke to each other like that before and he started to believe she was doing it on purpose. He wanted to play along. He used the few inches of height he had on her to try to intimidate her.

"You don't get to tell me what to do," he said, pointing an angry finger at her face, "You call me to watch you fuck random people then send me beautiful pictures of you..."

He tried to be genuinely angry with her, but as soon as he called her beautiful, his heart melted. She put her hand around his wrist and used her other hand to loosen his tight fist. She intertwined her fingers with his.

"You think I'm beautiful?" she said in a low voice.

She was looking directly into his eyes. She pulled his other hand up and did the same with their other hands.

"Yes," he muttered, looking at the floor.

"Did you like seeing me with a woman?" she asked, trying to get him to look at her face.

He simply nodded.

"That was Monica," she whispered.

Greg picked his head up and looked her as he tried to remember where he knew that name from. As he continued thinking, his mother confirmed what was coming.

"Yes, her. You met her a few months ago."

"Are you guys swingers?" he asked.

"Not in the traditional sense," she replied.

It seemed she was waiting for him to ask the right question. He thought about what her response could mean. He asked the only question that kept popping into his mind.

"Am I what makes it not traditional?"

She smiled widely, "You are a smart one, Greg. Yes. You have a role to play if you want," she said, releasing his hand and grabbing his crotch. "It feels like you do."

Greg looked down as his mother massaged his cock through his pants. He pushed forward just slightly before looking up at her, "What do you want me to do?"



07


This is chapter seven in this series. Chapter one was my entry into the 750-word challenge. This chapter, along with the ones before and after it will each be 750 words each (Title to end). Some may have what you're looking for while others may be a tease. The end of this series is not in sight, so I hope you enjoy each chapter as they come. I'll also add that I have no definitive end in mind. If you make a suggestion in the comments, it might come to fruition!

Wrong Number


Chapter Seven


She took a handful of his cotton pajamas in her hand with his cock and stroked him.

"I want you to talk to me when you watch me next time," she whispered to him.

He didn't say anything before she released him and walked out of the room. She closed the door behind him as he stood there with cock straining to get released. He dropped his pants, walked to the desk and pulled his phone out. He eagerly opened the picture his mother sent to him early. His cock pointed the way to his bed and he fell backward onto it, rubbing his shaft before he even got comfortable.

He zoomed in on her pussy just as a new notification popped up.

"Are you masturbating right now?" his mother asked.

He thought about taking a video of him jerking off and sending it to her when he was done. Then he thought about video chatting with her so she could watch. She spent a lot of time teasing him, though.

He opened the camera on his phone and took a picture. It was just his fingers wrapped around his pole and little else. She couldn't see his balls nor the head of his cock.

He grinned widely as he sent it to her and resumed getting himself off. The picture of his naked mother came back on the screen and his imagined his cock sliding easily into her juicy pussy. He pumped his hips to the timing of his fist, pretending his mother was riding him. He was about to cum when he pulled up his shirt and pointed the tip of his cock against his stomach.

Each shot added to the pool of cum that gathered on his skin. When he was done, he snapped another picture. There was just his sperm with a hair here and there, no other identifying parts. He smiled again as he sent the picture to her. The read receipt immediately notified him that she had seen it. He imagined her sitting on the couch in the living room with her legs spread wide rubbing her pussy as she watched the pictures come in. He could send more, but he determined she had seen enough for one night.

Two could play her game.

He soaked up the cum with another towel and recovered his strength before getting up on his feet again. He put on the missing clothes and realized just then how many times he jerked his cock to thoughts of his mother that day.

"Four times in a day," he chastised himself. "Now I have to shower again."

He snatched up the towels containing his dried seed and went to put them in the wash before heading to the shower. On a hunch, he walked past the bathroom and peered into his mother's room. He arrived in just enough time to see her putting her robe back on. She wore nothing underneath that time, and he was able to catch a glimpse of her ass.

"Get a good look?" she asked without turning to look at him.

He looked into the mirror next to her and could see her looking at him through that. He spit the first thing out that came to mind.

"Not yet," he causally uttered as he walked toward the bathroom. He heard her giggle as he entered the bathroom and closed the door loudly.

"I can't believe I just said that to her," he thought, leaning against the door.

He went to take hold of his cock again but released it.

"I'm going to be raw tomorrow if I keep it up," he thought.

He got the water going and got his shower, wondering what the end result of everything was. He wanted to fuck her but didn't know why she was going out of her way to simply toy with him.

"What if she gets off knowing that I'm jerking off to her?" he asked himself.

He wanted to know more and was determined to get answers that night. He dried off, went to his room to change and headed to the living room where his mother was sitting cross-legged on the sofa reading a book. All her gems were tucked away out of view of his eyes. He sat down on the other end and turned to look at her.

"Will it always just be teasing?" he asked sincerely.

She turned the page of her book and casually said, "Nope."



08




Due to recent feedback, I've compromised. Each Paragraph will continue to be 750 words each, but several chapters will be posted at a time. This is the first batch.

Wrong Number


Chapter Eight


Greg was expecting a little more dialog than just a simple, one-word answer. He sat there and stared at her, waiting to see if she would say more. When she didn't, he thought of more questions to try and get to the bottom of what was happening between them.

"Why do you want me to watch you?" he asked in a near whisper.

She turned another page then turned to look at him, "I like it."

He was getting irritated. Just as he felt his mood change, he recognized a pattern in their discussions. He decided to test the waters.

"You like it? Do you get off knowing your son is watching you fuck someone?" he asked aggressively.

She set her book down, "What have I told you about using that language with me?"

"Well, I don't seem to get answers any other way."

She turned slightly toward him, "You'll get answers when I decided you need them."

"How long until you decide I need them?" he asked, getting more agitated.

She looked down at his crotch and was about to speak before he cut her off, "You keep staring at my dick. Do you want it or something?"

Her brow furled and she responded in his tone, "You're the one who can't stop jerking off watching me."

He felt his cock stir. His mind went back to the picture she sent him earlier and he began to casually massage the tip through his pants. He knew if the pattern of their discussion went on much longer, he was going to get horny and make a bad decision.

"And you're the one who sent me a nude picture of you to jerk off to," he said.

She chuckled a little, "I didn't tell you to masturbate to me, you decided that the moment you saw what I was doing that first video chat."

She was going to win that argument unless something drastic happened. Greg looked his mother over and decided to take a slight risk.

"You seem to like knowing I cum watching you," he said with slight reservation.

"So, what if I do?" she posed.

He turned around in his seat and placed his feet on the floor but maintained eye contact with his mother. After a short pause, he quickly pushed his pants down, revealing his hard cock to his mother for the first time. He wrapped his hand around it and pumped it slowly up and down.

"Is this what you wanted, Mom?" he asked, staring into her eyes.

She locked eyes with him and let him masturbate in front of her in silence.

"You want to see my cum firsthand?" he asked hesitantly.

She set her book down and turned to face him completely. She adjusted her clothing so that he couldn't get a sneak peek.

"I think you want me to see it," she said, staring him down.

His paced quickened and he imagined her opening her robe and joining him in getting off. He decided to take another risk.

"I want to see your boobs, Mom," he whispered weakly to her.

"Not yet, baby," she whispered back.

"When, Mom?"

"You'll know when," was all she could manage to say.

She wanted to succumb to her ultimate wishes but remained a statue as she stared at him. He maintained his lock on her as he felt himself about to cum.

"I'm going to cum," he grunted.

"Do it all over your shirt," she nearly begged.

He pulled his dick closer to him and stroked faster, "Watch me, Mom."

Both of their eyes looked at his cock as he was just about to cum. Just as he felt the first load begin to arrive, he squeezed his hand around the base of his cock.

"Now!"

The first load shot onto his shirt and his mother made an audible sigh. He looked at her eyes and saw how focused she was on the white fluid spewing from the tip of his cock. Each burst he let out resulted in another pleasant sigh from her. When he was done, he fell back onto the couch and looked at the pool of sperm that had gathered on his shirt. He looked at it, then to his mother.

"It's time for you to go to your room," she said, still staring at the load on his shirt, soaking into the surrounding fabric.

"Can I watch you again tomorrow?"

"We'll see. Go clean up."



Chapter Nine


The next day, Greg got up early in hopes to catch his mother before she went to work. He regrettably did not get up in time. When he got to the kitchen and realized he missed her, he was about to walk away before he noticed a note on the table. He picked it up.

"Let's have a conversation this afternoon," was all it said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked out loud.

He crumpled up the paper and threw it into the trash and headed back to his room. He was frustrated with her lack of candor about what was happening, and he didn't like being a pawn in her game. The more he thought about it, the more irate he became. He decided to play video games to avoid the situation as he did the night before but this time, he kept his phone on his lap.

Hours went by before he heard anything from his mother. Unlike the two times before, she texted him a warning.

"I'm going to call you soon. Have your headphones in. I have a special treat for you."

He disconnected the Bluetooth connection to his console game and connected it to his phone. Minutes went by before he the call finally came.

The video was initially dark, but soon focused enough for him to tell the camera was being pointed between a woman's legs as she sat in an office chair. She had on a black skirt with matching black panties, it seemed. His mother's voice came through the headset.

"Do you like what you see?" she whispered. Her voice was almost too shallow to understand.

He could barely hear her over the background noises in her office.

"I do like it. Who is it?" he asked.

"It's me," she whispered again.

He realized what was happening and moved to his bed. His pants came off in the process and he plopped down onto the sheets.

"I like it so far," he said.

"You think I'm going to show you more?" she queried.

He wanted to give her motivation to show him what he wanted to see.

"I'm masturbating right now, Mom," he advised her.

A few moments later, he saw her hand dip between her legs. She pulled her skirt up just a little to give herself better access and she spread her legs a little wider.

"I want to see more," he begged.

She used a single finger to trace her slit over her panties.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

"Being under your desk."

"I can hear you breathing louder. Turn up your microphone."

He did as she asked and then began to slightly exaggerate his pleasure.

"Pull your panties to one side, Mom. I want to see it."

"What do you want to see, baby?"

His hand flew up and down his cock in anticipation of her response to his next words.

"I want to see your pussy," he whispered loudly into the mic.

She put two fingers into the lining of the crotch of her panties and slowly to one side. She kept it pulled as she began to speak.

"Yes, he said to have that ready at noon," she said, obviously talking to a co-worker.

"If only they knew what you were showing your son, Mom," Greg said.

She continued talking to her co-worker as one of her fingers rubbed her bare pussy up and down.

"Ok, I'll see you at the meeting then," she said before returning her focus to her son. "What would you like to do while under my desk?"

"Lick you," he said, feeling his orgasm approach.

At that, she pressed a finger slightly inside her.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum," he announced.

He heard his mother sigh wistfully as he grunted while shot after shot of his cum flew into the air and landed on his shirt.

"Now I need to go to the lady's room," she said before abruptly disconnecting the call.

"What the fuck! When is this torture going to end?" he thought to himself. He didn't bother removing his shirt. He knew he was going to get off at least one more time before his mother got home. Instead, he lay there thinking of her in a stall of the workplace restroom rubbing her pussy while she thought about him cumming.

"Maybe that's all she ever wants from me?" he wondered, "Maybe she just wants to watch me cum and be done."



Chapter Ten


Greg ended up masturbating again that afternoon before his mother arrived home. He'd seen a side of his mother he had not thought was going to be possible, even with their new situation. When he finally came again, he put his soiled clothes in the laundry room and decided to shower before his mother came home.

As he soaked in the shower, the curtain slowly began to open. He was initially startled, but realized it was his mother.

"Can I help you, Mom?" he asked.

He rinsed the soap from his body and turned to look at her.

"Just looking," she casually commented.

He was aware his cock was growing in her presence. She glanced down to watch for a moment before looking back at him.

"You don't have to stop on my account," she said with a smile.

"You like to watch me, Mom?" he asked as he finished rinsing off.

"I think it's only fair, right? You saw me today. Shouldn't I get to see you?"

He realized the scales were uneven. He reached for his body wash and soaped up his hands before applying the soapy lubricant to his cock.

"I saw you in a video. You're seeing me in person," he said as he gently stroked his cock in front of his mother.

She looked down at his cock then back to his face.

"Are you asking me something, Greg?"

She knew he was asking her to get naked as she watched him jerk off.

"I think I've earned some live action nudity," he replied, speeding the pace of his strokes.

Her face turned to one of deep thought, as if she was debating what to show him.

"You think you've earned something?" she asked, playing her game with him.

He stepped closer to her while still rubbing his cock, "This isn't going to be a one-way game, Mom."

She marveled at his bold approach to her.

"Oh, do explain, Greg," she said. If she had a thought of revealing anything, it was gone.

He grinned slightly and stepped even closer to her. He was surprised at his sexual resiliency. He knew another orgasm was possible and would be coming soon.

"I don't think I have to, Lisa."

He nearly surprised himself as he took another bold step and altered the game. The look of shock on his mother's face was priceless. He saw the weakness she displayed and went in for the kill.

"You can finish me if you like," he suggested.

She felt like he turned her world upside down and she no longer had the upper hand. She felt she needed to regain her control of the situation, but nothing was coming to mind. The grin on his face widened. He reached out and took her wrist in his hand and brought her hand to his cock.

"Wrap your fingers around it, Lisa."

Every time he uttered her name, she felt she lost more footing. She wrapped her fingers around his cock but refused to stroke her son.

"Back and forth," he instructed her.

She didn't move. Her eyes remained fixed on her hand as it was wrapped around her son's cock. The game was fun to her and while she had a goal in mind, she realized in that moment that she wasn't prepared for what she had planned out for her and her son.

He began to think twice about what he thought she was building to.

"Mom?" he asked hesitantly.

Her eyes met his and she looked lost. Mother and son stood frozen in time as they both re-evaluated their situation.

"Mom?"

She snapped out of her trance and released her grip on his cock.

"Greg! I'm... so sorry. I can't," she said before storming out of the bathroom.

He was left in shock as he didn't see that encounter ending that way. His energy subsided and he resumed his shower without cumming.

Both mother and son went to their respective rooms to reflect on what had transpired up to that point. Lisa was nearly in tears when her husband came home and walked into their room. He was already in the process of loosening his business attire when he noticed his wife was in dire straits.

"Babe, what's wrong?" he asked with genuine concern.

His question sent her over the edge. She began to sob and said, "I can't do it! I can't have sex with him!" before burying her face in her large pillow.



Chapter Eleven


Lisa woefully sobbed into the pillow she pulled tight against her chest. Her husband laid behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

"What happened?" he asked, feeling emotional himself.

She continued without answering him.

"Did Greg do something to hurt you?" he asked angrily.

She was quick to defend her son. She turned to face her husband, "Not even remotely," she said between sobs. "He played the game better than I did today and I lost my nerve."

She buried her face into her pillow again. Lisa began to berate herself for listening to Monica's suggestion that she seduce her son. She remembered her words, "Having sex with your son is an experience every mother should have!" She remembered being entranced by her words and the idea of it had merit at the time.

Lisa had given her husband permission to fuck Monica after they role played that scenario during an energetic romp in the sack. She met Monica while accompanying her husband to his business socials. Lisa remembered her being friendly and knew she probably was attracted to her husband. She was the one who brought up Monica during one of their extra-heated sexual escapades.

It was a lengthy discussion the following day about their sex life. They were both more than satisfied with their sex life, but also realized they wanted some adventure now that their son was of legal age. She gave him permission to seek her out and eventually bring her home. It was during that time that she experienced her first same-sex experience.

After a few threesomes with her new lovers, Monica broached the idea of Lisa seducing her son. Lisa initially rejected the idea, but then embraced the exciting concept. She decided it wasn't so bad as her son would have been a consenting adult and it wasn't like she was trying to have her son's child.

"What's the worst that could happen?" she convinced herself.

With that, she hatched a plan to seduce her son and moved forward with it until the moment in the shower where it became real.

"What can I do?" he asked his wife.

She continued to grip the pillow but turned to face her husband.

"I've ruined everything!" she lamented. "He's seen more of me than he should have, and I can't repair that!"

"I don't think he sees it that way, babe," her husband said as he comforted her.

She swiped her face against the pillow to dry the tears on her face.

"No one should see their mother in a sexual way," she said to him.

He knew she was right but proceeded to get her back on track. He knew, based on what she had said before that it was something she genuinely wanted.

"You love him, and he loves you. He's always loved you without doubt, question or reservation. You said he wants you in that way, so where is the problem?" he asked innocently.

She became agitated, "I touched his dick and that's when I realized I can't do it!"

"Was it the touch or was it something that was said that turned you away?" he asked.

She thought for a moment and came to the realization that perhaps it was a combination of factors that changed her mind. Calling her by her name was one thing and her touching him was another. Both contributed to her despair.

"He took over orally and physically. He called me by name," she admitted.

"So, he caught you off guard?"

Her husband's words spoke to her.

"Maybe I'm misreading things," she wondered to herself.

"I'll be right back," her husband said before getting off the bed and walking out of the room.

She laid in her bed thinking about what she had done and fell back into the tear-filled status she was in before. She found herself upset at herself more for losing her footing in the game than she was for even starting it.

She began to feel her mood lighten when her son walked into her room. He hesitantly knocked on the door before letting himself in. He walked up to her and she made no effort to hide her emotional state. He approached the bed and knelt beside it as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"Mom, you know I love you no matter what and that wouldn't change if our relationship went to the next level."

She opened her bloodshot eyes, "I love you, Greg."

"I love you too, Mom."



Chapter Twelve


He never enjoyed seeing his mother in despair but given everything that had been happening between them, he was worried things would reset back to where he was just the son of a mother who had a loving husband who provided everything she needed in bed.

His hand roamed from her head to her shoulders and further down her body until it rested on her hip.

"What are you upset about?" he asked.

His father came to get him. He didn't say what had happened to her. He told his son that she was upset and wanted him there to comfort her.

She sniffled before training her eyes to his, "I shouldn't have allowed any of this to happen and I've ruined everything."

He was confused. "What did you ruin, Mom?" he asked, halting the use of her first name.

She sat up slightly and looked beyond her son, "Please go close the door."

Greg went to close the door and sat next to his mother on the bed when he returned.

"What are you thinking about, Mom?"

She debated what to tell him. She sat thinking as she watched the minute changes in the expressions on his face.

"Mom?"

"Remember when I told you the woman I was with was Monica?"

He nodded.

"Well, let me go back further than that. You remember I told you that you were part of a bigger plan?"

He nodded again; unsure what things were about to be revealed to him.

"Your father and I have been adventurous for a little while now and Monica was our first venture into bringing someone else into our relationship."

"Ok," he said, not seeing anything amiss about that confession. "A lot of people do that."

"I know, Greg, listen," she started, "After a few sessions with her, she began to introduce new kinks into something we already enjoyed."

She wanted to see if he would guess what it was without having to make her say it out loud. When he didn't, she continued.

"One night, she admitted to having sex with her oldest son. She told me it would be an adventure that would never be matched by anything else."

Greg's face lit up as if everything in the world suddenly made sense.

"This is beginning to make more sense," he said.

"I would imagine so," she said, "and I was ok with giving it a try if I thought you would be interested. When I found out you were, I got bold and teased you a lot."

He chuckled at her, "yes, you did."

That brought a quick smile to her face, "It was all going so well I thought until just a little bit ago when you had me touch you in the shower."

"You touched me in my room, though?" he offered.

"It's not the same. I touched your skin and it shocked me back to the world as it should be, not some ridiculous fantasy!"

He squeezed her hip gently, "Mom, you showed me all of you. You teased and you were playful with me. How is all that ok but touching me like you just did be the worst thing?"

She put her hand under the covers and pressed it against his. She didn't have an answer to his question.

"Are you sure it's that or maybe because I'm the first guy you've touched since you met Dad?"

He recognized the illuminated lightbulb expression on her face and nodded approvingly. He waited for her to search for the words she wanted to use to respond.

She finally said, "I must be getting old, that never even occurred to me."

His hand began to drift slowly to her mound.

"No, Greg. That wasn't permission for you to touch me. I need more time."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, "Take your time, Mom. You started a game I still want to play regardless of the outcome. You know I'm interested in the homerun ending, but whatever you had in mind, I want to keep working to that end."

She grabbed his shirt and pulled his lips down to hers. She kissed him softly on the lips before releasing him.

"If I find myself ready to move forward, you'll be the first to know," she said, placing her hand on his cheek.

He leaned forward, stealing another kiss before walking out as his mother giggled at him.

Greg found his father in the living room, "I guess she is ok now."



Chapter Thirteen


All things considered, the next few days went by as they normally would have. Greg's parents came and went while he focused on his job search. His focus was on the search, but his thoughts often went back to his mother and the picture she sent him. In his mind, the game wasn't over and as far as he knew, the spot in the bigger picture his mother told him about was still unfilled.

He stared at the picture of his nude mother as questions without answers lingered in his mind. Instead of masturbating to her again, he decided he wanted more answers.

"Mom," he texted Lisa.

"Yes, baby?" she replied.

"Does Dad know what you've been doing?"

Her reply came after several minutes, "No."

He felt she wasn't being honest with him.

"Why did he come and get me when you were upset the other day?"

That was the last text he got. It wasn't marked at read and he knew she didn't turn off her read receipts. He reluctantly went back to his job search and eventually to his video games. Time drifted away from him and before he realized he had wasted hours playing, another text came in.

"Stay in your room until I call you, ok?"

He ran to the window and found his mother's car already in the driveway. He looked at the time and realized she was home early.

"Why?" he responded, smirking to himself.

"I said so, how about that?"

His smirk disappeared. That was a phrase he grew up hearing her say in the direst of circumstances. He knew not to push her buttons when any iteration of the phrase "I said so" was uttered to him.

"Ok," he responded.

She responded quickly with a winking emoji just after he heard the front door shut. He listened to her walk past his room and close her bedroom door. Not ten minutes later, he received another text.

"Go sit in the living room. I'll be out in a minute."

He rolled his eyes as he put his phone down and did as she asked. He hoped all the drama would result in him knowing more about what had been going on and if it would continue. He waited impatiently until he heard the squeak of her door as it opened.

"Are you in the living room?" she shouted from her door.

"Yes!"

Nothing more was said until she walked into the room. She dressed up for her son in an effort to regain the upper hand and move forward. She entered the room in khaki shorts and an oversized white undershirt. As soon as she sat, she removed the shirt, exposing her breasts to her son.

"I believe this is what you asked for the other day in the shower?"

He was staring at her chest and didn't hear a single word she said. She smiled widely at his immature response to her boobs being exposed. Her arm cupped a single breast and her hand wedged between them, pointing to her face. He blinked himself back to reality and apologized for staring.

"This is what you were asking for the other day? 'Live action nudity,' if I recall correctly."

He simply nodded, struggling to keep his eyes on hers.

"You asked me why your father came to get you? I don't know," she lied.

He allowed his eyes to drift to her chest as he responded, "Seems odd he would come get me when you were upset."

She put one arm along the length of the back of the couch while her other hand began to toy with one of her nipples.

"Is this what you really want to talk about?" she asked, trying to divert his line of questioning.

"Yes," he bluntly stated.

She was put off by his insistence to that line of questioning but allowed it.

"He tried to calm me, but I wouldn't answer his questions. I supposed he came to get you because you had been in the house before him," she lied again.

He thought for a moment, "He was with you when Monica said she had sex with her son?"

Lisa nodded.

"...and he doesn't know what you're doing?"

She shook her head, "Nope."

He slouched a little while still practically drooling over his mother's bare breasts. He considered every word she said.

"Will he eventually know?"

She leaned against him, letting her breast touch his arm, "Do you want him to?"



Chapter Fourteen


Greg didn't answer her. He was caught up in the moment and Lisa knew she pulled her son's strings once again. She looked down at the tent in his pants.

"You can take that out if you want," she whispered in his ear.

He turned to look at her.

"No, don't turn your head. Listen to the things I say to you."

He unzipped his pants.

"If you want this to continue, you will listen to everything I have to say. Understand?"

He nodded as he began to stroke himself.

"There's two paths we can take moving forward. The first is that we watch Monica and her son have sex."

When she paused, he knew it was time to ask questions.

"Like, in front of us?"

"Yes."

She knew he would pick that option. It seemed to her that he would imagine it more of an opportunity for him.

"If not her, then maybe Monica," she imagined him thinking. She just needed to arrange it.

He went to speak but she interrupted him, "The second option is I can inform your father what's going on and you could watch us."

She already knew her husband would enjoy a voyeur watching them. She pressed her breasts against his arm and could feel them jiggle as he stroked his cock.

"Can you take off your shorts, Mom?"

Everything was falling into place. Every inch of ground she lost in the shower was hers again.

"Will you cum for me if I do that for you?"

He simply nodded.

She got off the couch and stood in front of him. He looked her over and decided he had never seen a more beautiful sight.

"Go ahead. Unbutton them and pull them down," she whispered to him as she watched the precum begin to drip down the underside of his cock onto his fingers.

He eagerly leaned forward and went straight for the button.

"No," she said putting her hand on his, "you get to touch me a little, first."

She took his hands and placed them on her bare skin above her hips and moved them around.

"Caress me before you go straight to your goal."

He moved his hands over his mother's stomach, down her hips and over her smooth legs.

"Beautiful," he muttered to himself as he began to slide his hands up her shorts.

She slapped his hand, "Nuh-uh, mister."

He looked up at her and grinned as his hands went to the button of her shorts and he slowly undid them. He held the waist band and unzipped them only to find she wore no panties.

"Do you like that I'm not wearing panties for you?"

"Yes."

She grabbed his hands and pushed them down, allowing her shorts to go with them. When they were at her feet, she kicked them to the side and spread her legs slightly. Her hands roamed over her own body as her son resumed his masturbation.

"I want you so bad, Mom."

"I know, baby, but now is not the time."

"When?" he asked desperately.

"You'll know when I know. That's how it has to be. Now, cum for me Greg."

He leaned back to take her all in as she swayed her hips slowly side to side.

"Imagine your cock sliding inside me while my breasts are pressed against your face," she said, cupping one of her tits in her hand.

Greg groaned approvingly. He wasn't cumming as fast as she thought he would.

"Did you cum already today?"

"I was looking at your picture this morning in bed," he admitted.

"Here I am now, baby, you don't need that anymore."

He pace quickened as he felt his orgasm begin.

"I'm gonna cum," he whispered.

His hips lifted up off the couch and Lisa got on her knees in front of him.

"Point it toward these," she said, cupping both her breasts in her hands.

He pointed his cock toward her chest and shot his first load in the middle of her breasts.

"Yes, baby. Give me more."

Several gobs of cum later, she stood up and let him see it run between her breasts and down her stomach.

"I can cum again," he told her as he continued stroking.

"That's enough now. I need you to tell me how you want to move forward."

He didn't need to think about it, "I want to watch Monica and her son."

"I thought so," she said with a wink.



Chapter Fifteen


Greg went to clean up while his mother gathered her clothes and went to shower.

"I wonder if Monica and her son would be up for demonstrating the joy they share," she wondered to herself smiling.

She knew that witnessing that event would be what she needed to take Greg into her arms intimately for the first time and know it would be ok. She was happy to be in control again and even more delighted that she would be able to experience the joy that Monica repeatedly expressed that night about mother-son love making.

As Lisa showered, she became increasingly overjoyed at the idea of experiencing what her husband's lover described at the ultimate sexual adventure. She eagerly finished and didn't bother getting dressed. She laid in her bed naked and picked up her phone to call Monica. As she dialed the number with one hand, she allowed her other hand to roam her body starting with her nipples.

"Hi, Monica!" Lisa said as her hand began to drift down her body.

"Hey, Lisa, what's going on?" she said with some hesitation in her tone.

Lisa ran her fingers through the limited pubic hair she had on her mound, "I was just calling to see what's going on," she lied.

"Oh, things are good. Your husband stopped by this morning before work," she said.

Lisa rolled her eyes, "Yeah, did you two get a good fuck in before he went to work?"

She didn't mind her husband going to Monica for a fuck once in a while, but she didn't know why he never mentioned when he would be going to her. She thought their sex life would be enough for him that he wouldn't have to go to his whore in secret.

"It's good to have some dick first thing in the morning, especially from someone who comes over just to deliver that to you," she said.

"She's rubbing that in my fucking face," Lisa thought.

"I bet. He sometimes gives me a good fuck before work as well," she lied.

Monica moaned lightly.

"Speaking of moaning," Lisa said, "You know what I've been getting off on lately?"

Monica made a sound indicating she didn't know. She sounded preoccupied.

"Remember when you said fucking your son was the best thing ever?" Lisa said as her finger dipped between her inner lips.

"Oh yeah," Monica whispered.

"I'm rubbing my pussy right now thinking of Greg's dick sliding in and out of my pussy."

"Oh, fuck," Monica grunted.

"Are you rubbing your pussy, too?" Lisa asked.

"Mm-Hmm," Monica groaned.

"Me too. I've teased him a lot lately," Lisa said without revealing too much.

Monica cooed into the phone, "I bet he wants to fuck mommy."

"Mommy wants to fuck him," she admitted.

"That would be so hot," Monica groaned.

Lisa opened her eyes wide in panic.

"Watching me and Greg fuck?" she asked hesitantly.

"Watching a mother and son fuck period," Monica announced.

"Might be better than you fucking Tyler," Lisa offered.

Monica's tone seemed to dramatically change, "We never actually had sex, Lisa."

Lisa froze in terror, "You said you did?"

"It's a fantasy, Darling!" Monica mused.

Lisa was unable to pleasure herself any longer with the new truth being announced. She started everything with Greg with the understanding she would have a partner in crime. She was now too far into her mother-son exploration to stop and had nobody to back her up.

"Of course, it is," she said apprehensively.

Monica picked up on it.

"Are you fucking your son?" Monica asked aggressively.

Lisa lost her way once again. She had no idea how to move forward in such a situation. She decided to deny everything and at least satiate Monica before trying to figure out how to go forward considering what she had done already.

"Of course not," Lisa declared, "You put that fantasy in my head and I've been enjoying it since."

Lisa made a moaning sound into her phone to keep up appearances.

"It's delightful isn't it? I want to cum just thinking about it."

Lisa pushed past the awkwardness and continued to rub her pussy, "I want to feel his cock in me, Monica."

Monica's voice shook as she tried to mask her orgasm, "It will feel so good!"

"Cum for me, baby," Lisa said as she felt her own orgasm approach.

Lisa threw aside all her inhibitions and determined she was going to fuck her son no matter what.



Chapter Sixteen


"I'm going to cum," Lisa said without regard to Monica's orgasmic status.

Lisa's body began to shake as she imagined her son's cock plowing in and out of her pussy.

"Fuck me, Greg! Fuck me!" she absent-mindedly said.

"You want his cock in you, don't you?" Monica aked.

Lisa noted a lack of orgasmic bliss in Monica's tone, "Cum with me," she said as she reached the peak of her own orgasm.

"I already came, love," she lied.

Lisa rode out the remainder of her orgasm. All her apprehensions came flooding back to her. She breathed heavily into the phone, "It's a great fantasy."

"It is. Whenever I have a hard time cumming, I think of a young man fucking me," Monica said.

Just as Monica continued to reveal the lies she spread before, Lisa's husband entered the room. He stopped cold in the doorway watching his wife revel in her post-orgasmic bliss. He noted something was off and his face contorted, displaying the confusion.

Lisa held up a finger, indicating he should not say anything, "Have you thought of Tyler fucking you?"

Her husband looked even more confused as Lisa posed her question.

"If I've thought of it, it was simply to get through to a stubborn orgasm," Monica said plainly.

Lisa finally recovered from her orgasm, "I thought you were being serious when you said you and Tyler had sex."

"Darling, that was just fantasy!" she said again, mocking Lisa.

Lisa's face lost all its color again being reminded of the truth. She was speechless, pulling the phone from her ear and staring at the screen.

"What?" her husband asked quietly.

"Of course, it is!" she managed to get out without revealing the betrayal she felt.

"It's a good one, though," Monica added.

"It is. My husband just got home so I'm going to let you go," Lisa said, still trying to come to grips with the reality of what just happened.

"Ok, see ya!"

Lisa hung up the phone and gently laid it on her naked chest before she began to cry. Her husband approached her and sat next to her on the bed.

"What happened?" he asked thoughtfully.

"She told me it was all just a fantasy and I thought it was real!" his wife cried.

He looked just as confused, "She never did it with her Tyler?"

She shook her head violently, "No! I've fucked it all up again! I knew I shouldn't have started anything!"

He petted her hair, trying to calm her down.

"What's the harm in just going for it?" he asked.

She sobbed a bit longer before answering her husband, "If it's going to happen, he's going to have to be the one to do it. I can't."

She sniffled and sobbed lightly to herself, "I'm going to sleep. I can't see him anymore tonight."

"Do you want me to do anything to help him along?" he asked.

She sat partially up and glared at him, "You mean do I want you to go tell him he should make a move and fuck me?"

He instantly regretted his question, "It was just a question."

"It was a shitty one," she said, rolling over.

He eventually got up and showered in the master bathroom, giving his wife time to fall asleep. When he was done, she had pulled the covers over her and was fast asleep. He put on some night clothes and took his phone to the living room where he plopped down on the cushion and turned on the TV. He didn't bother paying attention to what channel it was. Instead, he pulled out his phone.

"She didn't take what you said very well. She won't continue unless Greg starts something with her and I think it would have to be the final act. No more games," he sent Monica in a text.

Minutes went by before his mistress responded, "Sounds like you need to have a little talk with him."

"I will. I wasn't expecting her to call you tonight."

"Neither was I. I didn't have much time to make sure my happy face was on," she replied.

She smirked at his phone, "Everything will be over soon."

"Then we can fuck whenever we want!" she replied excitedly.

"Yeah! Then maybe I'll actually give you those good morning fucks."

Monica replied simply with a mischievous emoji before he locked his phone.

He started to flip the channel when Greg announced, "What's going to be over soon, Dad?"



Chapter Seventeen


His father spun around in his seat quickly and looked almost as pale as Lisa did when she realized Monica never slept with her son.

"What do you mean?" he asked, hoping his son didn't see everything.

Greg huffed at his father before coming around to sit opposite him in the love seat.

"I saw the while exchange, Dad. Why are you setting Mom up?" he inquired angrily.

"I'm not setting her up at all!" he responded defensively.

Greg opened the photos on his phone and began reading from the picture he took oh his father's phone.

"Stop! I know what I wrote."

"Then explain it to me and tell me how you're not setting up my Mother!"

He stared at his son for a long time becoming angry himself, "You won't understand!"

"Maybe if you put it into small words," he said making a tiny gesture with his fingers, "I might get it."

He didn't respond despite becoming enraged at his son's arrogance.

"Fine, I'll ask questions and you can try to answer them," he said continuing his condescending tone.

"Why was Mom upset in her room?"

His father leaned back in his seat, "Monica told her she didn't actually have sex with her son."

Greg's appearance remained unphased by that information, "Why did she say she did?"

There was a long pause while his father searched for an answer, "It was fantasy. One day you'll know what pillow talk is."

"Don't fucking start! That is not what's going on here!" he loudly demanded. "Tell me why you're pushing Mom to get close with me."

"I'm not pushing her," he responded quickly and with some remorse in his tone.

Greg looked at his phone again and began to read, "...and I think it will have to be the final act. What exactly is that supposed to mean. Mom said you two had a gran plan and that I was a part of it. Monica didn't simply offer that idea up on her own, did she?"

Greg hadn't put all the pieces together but the more he accused his father of something sinister, the more he began to see what could have been happening.

"That's ridiculous. What other reason could she have for saying that? Either she did and it was a fantasy she wanted us to go for or it was pillow talk. There's no other possibility."

Greg thought about what he could have been missing when something dawned on him, "No? What is happening, then that will 'soon be over,'" he said reading into his phone again. "You're setting Mom up for something bad and I want to know what it is."

His father shook his head and snickered at him, "You have no idea what you're talking about."

Greg was instantly enraged and lunged toward his father, snatching his phone from his lap, "Maybe this will have some answers." His father began to grab him and fight for the phone.

"If you have nothing to hide," Greg said loudly, dodging every attempt by his father to subdue him, "then why are you fighting me for it."

Greg was taller and in better shape than his father. It wasn't child's play keeping him at bay, but it wasn't strenuous. He eventually got tired of messing around.

"STOP IT!" he yelled loudly at his father. His voice echoed through the entire house. "Now, Mom is going to get up and you're going to tell her what you refused to tell me!"

He chuckled to himself as he watched fear enter his father. He'd never seen that man afraid of anything and he knew whatever plans he had made with Monica were close, if not completely ruined. Sure enough, only a minute went by before Lisa came running from her room, tying her robe close together as she entered the living room.

"What the hell is going on?" she said loudly.

Greg's father backed away defeated while Greg moved close to his Mother, "Dad has something going on between him and Monica and I'm trying to figure out what it is."

He handed his mother his own phone while gripping his father's tightly, "Read the picture."

She read it several times before coming to the same conclusion as her son, "What is this about, Ray?"

His arms felt limp to his sides. He looked at Greg then to his wife.

"It's still early, you had a nap," he said nodding to his wife, "Can we talk about this?"



Chapter Eighteen


The trio sat at the table and Ray began to spill the beans.

"Greg, I'm sure your mother told you we recently became adventurous," he stated looking at his son. Greg nodded affirming the statement. "What she didn't tell you and is just now going to learn is that Monica was not the first woman I was adventurous with."

He stopped there to let it sink in. He first looked at Greg who didn't quite understand what he was saying. Lisa, however, knew exactly what it meant.

"You asshole," Lisa grunted angrily at her husband.

Greg looked at his mother before realizing his father just confessed to cheating.

"What does that have to do with any of this?" Greg asked.

"Yeah, Ray."

He let out a deep sigh, "It has everything to do with Monica since it was her daughter."

He exhaled again and slouched in the chair having revealed a partial truth.

"So?" Greg asked, getting impatient.

"Well," his father said, sitting upright again, "Monica caught us."

"Wait," Lisa said, pointing her finger harshly at her husband, "Lynn is only seventeen!"

Ray shook his head vehemently, "No, she turned eighteen a while ago. She was my server at a company outing we had a while back and I left my number on the receipt to see if I would get lucky."

"So, fuck me, right? I was so easily cast away like that?" Lisa demanded, her voice cracking as she spoke.

"We had already started talking about including others," he said, trying to justify his actions.

"Dad--," Greg started before his mother interrupted.

"INCLUDING!" she cried out, "It wasn't permission for you to go find a whore!" Lisa yelled.

Greg put his hand on his Mother's lap, "That's mostly what I was going to say."

Lisa put her hand over her son's hand. Greg was pleased that his father was getting what was coming to him. He began to think that was going to be the big finish, but then he realized there was a plot to unravel.

"How does Monica fit into this, Dad?" Greg asked.

"She caught us," he replied plainly.

"Idiot," Lisa hissed at her husband, "You probably fucked her in her mother's house. Did you think she owned that place at eighteen? Dumbass."

Greg leaned over and whispered something to his mother which caused her to pout in her chair.

"So," Greg said as he paused trying to put the scenario together, "she caught you two and then what? Did she blackmail you?"

Ray shifted uncomfortably in his chair, "Not at first. She threw a fit, screaming at Lynn until she had enough and walked out of the house. That's when she turned her attention to me."

"You just stood there and took it," Lisa grumbled.

Ray had the audacity to look annoyed at his wife. Greg came unhinged.

"You don't get to look annoyed! Look what you did to her!" Greg shouted. His mother squeezed his hand gently. He looked down at his mother and came into a brilliant idea.

"Nevermind," Greg said. "You should probably not sleep here tonight," he added as he looked at his mother again. He gave her a small wink. "We can resume this conversation tomorrow some time."

Ray wanted to demand where he was supposed to go, but he didn't want to hear anything about him going to his whore again. Without another word, he went to his room and gathered his things. He walked solemnly out the front door and left.

"What are you doing?" Lisa whispered to her son.

Greg sat down, grinning from ear to ear, "Do you remember how this whole thing started?"

"Yes. You watched me with another man over video chat," she said, still unsure where her son was going.

"That was part of the plan, right? A plan to get me involved in your adventures?"

Lisa nodded.

"Adventures he was supposed to be a part of?" he asked, his grin widening and his tone becoming energetic.

"Why don't we involve him in it?"

Lisa was almost sure she knew what her son was proposing but wanted to make sure.

"You mean bring him back here tomorrow and just... do it?"

Greg chuckled, "Why don't we mis-dial him and make him watch us?" he offered excitedly.

Lisa smirked, "You are definitely my child. You want to do that tomorrow?"

"I think it would be the best time, but we might have to practice a little tonight, though."



Chapter Nineteen


Lisa looked a bit overwhelmed with the idea her son offered, "Practice?"

"Before we get to that, do you think I never noticed what you were doing when you argued with me?"

His mother was genuinely confused, "What do you mean?"

"I think you like being manhandled," he suggested.

She smirked at her son again, "What makes you think that?"

Greg took a dominant stance against his mother, "`Cause when I tell you how fucking ridiculous you're being sometimes," he began as his mother stood and approached him.

"What the fuck have I told you about cursing at me?" she predictably asked.

Greg took a chance and enacted his plan. He lunged at her and pushed her to the counter before spinning her around.

"Is this what you were provoking me for, Mom?" he asked as his fingers slowly wrapped around her neck.

"What are you doing, Greg?" she asked, knowing the time had come.

"What I think you've been wanting for some time right, Mom?"

She jerked herself around and faced him, "We'll have your practice session tonight. What you just did, though, is what you will do at the start of the call."

Greg smiled widely at the realization that he was finally going to fuck the woman he'd been getting off to and also that she understood his intentions for the evening and the next day. His thoughts of what the evening held for him took him away from reality for some time until his mother brought him back.

She cleared her throat loudly, "If I may have your attention, please."

He focused on her as he took in the new, delightful sight. She had opened her robe completely and was holding it behind her hands that were firmly placed on her hips. Greg went from one fantasy world to another where his mother stood naked before him once again.

"Good!" she said as she shrugged her robe off her shoulders. "I think it's your turn."

Greg looked dumbfounded and stood silent.

"Greg?" his mother prodded him.

He snapped back to his reality once again and began to remove his clothes. As he did, his mother began to lay out the plan.

"This is where everything will happen," she said as she waved her hand around the room. "We will start off looking like a confrontation is in place."

"It seems that does something for both of us," Greg interrupted.

She smirked at her son. "It does. Then you will do just what you did earlier. Understand?"

Her son nodded.

"Now, we need to learn a bit about each other beside what we already know. Come with me to my room and we'll learn together."

Greg happily followed his mother to her room but was sadly disappointed when he got there.

"I know what you're thinking and unfortunately, tonight is not the night. Today we will learn about the intimate side of our lives so that tomorrow," she said, pausing purposefully for dramatic effect, "when the moment does come, we won't mess it up by learning."

They spent the first part of their evening exploring the mental side of their sexual lives. Lisa explained in great detail the sex life she experienced up until they committed to start exploring sex with other people. She explained in equal detail that conversation that brought them into a new world of exploration. Greg laid out his minimal experience to his mother and seem embarrassed explaining it all to her.

The rest of the evening they explored each other's bodies. She would take his hand and show him where and how to touch her. She hid how much his touch was turning her on. In her head, she enjoyed being a woman in that moment. With the exception of her hardened nipples, which she could play off as a cold breeze, her heat was hidden from her son. Greg could not hide his. Lisa giggled he tried to reciprocate holding her hand to his body where he enjoyed it.

She did not allow him to touch her mound but all he seemed to want her to do was touch his cock. While her hands ineffectively stroked him, he had a thought.

"What if it wasn't Dad we called tomorrow?"

She turned to look at him suspiciously.

"What if we get more details from him and called Monica instead?"

She thought for a moment, "That could work, too. We'll have to have a contingency plan just in case."



Chapter Twenty


They went to their own beds that night and each of them thought about what might transpire the next day. She played every conceivable scenario in her head and fell asleep unsatisfied. On the other hand, he jerked his cock thinking of him sliding into his mother for the first time the next day.

The following morning, Lisa woke and took a long shower. Unlike the previous night, her thoughts drifted away from the methodology of the day and she imagined the event that her son had built up in his mind to be the pinnacle of their relationship as mother and son.

"Is it so bad that I do this?" she thought as her hand slithered between her legs.

She used the detachable shower head to get herself off before she shaved herself clean and put on the outfit she intended to wear for their world premier video. She met her son in the kitchen where he had prepared breakfast and would start their day.

"Are you ready?" he asked his mother.

She sat at the table with her food and nodded at him as she began to eat her meal. He dialed his father's phone and it rang several times before he picked up.

"Hello?" his father said quietly.

"I have an idea," Greg told him. He got no reply as he expected. He knew there would be some animosity between him and his father. "I need to know some more information about how Monica tried to blackmail you to know if it will work."

There was a long pause before he acknowledged his son with a simple grunt.

"Monica caught you with her daughter Lynn. What is she blackmailing you to do?"

His father cleared his throat, "It's simple, really," he started hesitantly. He went on to explain the circumstances of the situation he found himself in with great and unnecessary detail.

Lisa stared at her son with her mouth agape, unable to utter a word about what she just heard.

Greg put a finger up to his mother, indicating he had it covered.

"So, you were going to record us or something?"

Ray sighed loudly, "That was the plan."

"She was going to use that to manipulate you and possibly us?" Greg asked patiently.

"Yes."

Greg nodded to his mother, "Here's what's going to happen. We're going to go to where you are and we're going to call Monica. Does she use her phone to answer video calls?"

"She uses her laptop for Skype and obviously her phone for facetime."

"Send me your location and we'll be there when we get there," Greg told his father before hanging up abruptly.

Lisa was impressed with her son's handling of every aspect of the situation. She also looked at him in a different light. She watched his closer than she had, and she could feel herself getting wet thinking of what was going to happen that day. The plans they laid out began to evolve in her head.

"Mom," Greg started before Lisa interrupted him.

"You've handled everything so smoothly until now. It's my turn. Go get changed. We're going there now."

He looked at his mother in confusion. She was either eager to get it all over with or she had become just as eager as Greg was as the thought of mother and son finally having sex. Regardless, he hurried into a new set of clothes and met his mother at the door.

"Everything that happens from this point forward is what I want. Keep that in mind," she told him as she took his hand and led him out the door to the car.

Ray was more than thirty minutes away, so she had plenty of time to ensure her son was in on the new plan.

"You got it all?" she asked.

"Yep, sounds solid. You want to start it as soon as we walk in?"

Lisa stared at her son as he paid attention to the road. He turned to look at her and smiled, thinking she was admiring her child. In fact, she was building up the courage to take the next step. She stared at him a while longer before putting her hand on his knee. She slid her hand up his leg and watched the reaction on his face.

"It's so you can fuck me and not cum sooner than either of us want. We have a show to put on, right?" Lisa stated before continuing.



Chapter Twenty-One


Lisa found the tab of her son's zipper and gently pulled on it.

"Mom," Greg whispered, trying to remain focused on the road.

She didn't answer him. When the zipper was as far down as she could get it, she reached up and yanked his undershirt from his pants. He could feel his cock growing while his mother fumbled trying to get it free. She finally opened the button and was able to snake her hand into the opening of his boxers and free his cock.

"Mom," he whispered again.

Lisa opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around her son's cock, taking most of it in her mouth. Her tongue slithered around his shaft as her lips traveled toward the base of it. She wrapped her fingers around the base and bobbed her head up and down.

"Oh, fuck," Greg grunted.

His mother took her mouth away from her son's cock, "Pay attention to the road. If you're going to cum, do it in my mouth, ok?"

He looked down at her as if verify if what he heard was what she said.

"Pay attention!" she giggled, pointing out the windshield.

He snapped his head and she went back to work. Her hand slid up and down his shaft a few times before she took the head of his cock back in her mouth. Greg could hear the muffled sound of slurping coming from his lap.

Greg relished in the knowledge that not only was he getting his dick sucked in the car, but that it was his mother doing it. His mind drifted to what they would be doing soon. He went through the entire playbook right to the point where he imagined bending his mother over the bed and sliding his cock into her pussy.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum, Mom."

She heard the hum of the engine increase just before the first blast of her son's cum splashed in her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and milked his cock for the rest of the sperm his balls were ready to deliver.

Greg recovered and normalized his speed on the road as his mother continued to stroke his softening cock. She swallowed her son's load, ensuring a small amount remained in her mouth.

"If that was a taste of what's to come, pun intended, then I am looking forward to spending all the time I can with you."

His mother tucked his cock back into his pants and sat upright in her seat just in time to see they were about to pull into the hotel her husband got the night before. Greg slowly maneuvered around the parking lot until he came to a stop next to his father's car.

"Last chance to back out," Greg told his mother as he put his car into park.

Lisa looked out at the door that her husband was cowering behind.

"I'm tired of waiting," she said as she opened the door.

They made their way to the room when suddenly, Lisa put herself between her son and his target.

"Remember, if it looks like she's going to try and record something, hang up!" she said to him nervously.

"Are you having second thoughts?"

"No. The risks are real, though, Greg," she responded.

"I know the risks are real, Mom. I got this."

She observed his demeanor.

"He doesn't look concerned at all," she thought. "He's going to fuck me and not think twice about it." Lisa smiled and gave him a little wink. "He's going to fuck me and I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

She turned, took her son's hand and walked with him to their future.

The door flung open after a single knock. Ray stood out of the way as Greg and Lisa walked in like it was their own home. Lisa could feel her heart rate increase dramatically as she knew she was minutes away from having her son's cock fill her pussy.

"So, how does this--," Ray began before Greg snatched his father's phone from the table.

Greg flipped through the phone until he was a touch away from sending Monica a video chat request. He turned to see his mother almost completely out of her clothes. She made her way to the bed. As she stood there, she glanced at her husband, then locked eyes with her son. She pushed her panties down to the floor and sat patiently on the bed.



Chapter Twenty-Two


"Here's goes," Greg said as he pushed the call button on his father's phone.

As soon as he heard the first ring, he shoved the phone into his father's hands, "You're going to record it as you watch."

There was no discussion. As soon as Monica picked up, Ray pointed the phone at his wife while he recorded. Greg was quickly out of his clothes and was standing in front of his mother with his hard cock pointing at her face. She looked up at him apprehensively.

"What the fuck? Where are you?" Monica said loudly.

Greg chuckled, knowing he was ruining Monica's plans.

"It's ok, Mom," he told her.

She smiled and opened her mouth while putting her hands on her son's ass. She pulled him closer to her while guiding his cock past her lips into her mouth. She closed her lips around his shaft, and he began to slowly push in and out.

"We have company, Mom. I might cum quickly," he lied.

They could all hear Monica's tone becoming more and more irate as she knew there was nothing she could do.

"Ray!" Monica shouted.

Nobody paid her any attention. Greg's hands were awkwardly massaging his mother's tits while she sucked him into her mouth. The only sounds in the air were the slurping and sucking sounds coming from the bed.

"You better be recording this and sending it to me like I told you to," Monica threatened.

Ray shifted his angle on the action so he could get a closeup of his wife's lips as they wrapped around his son's cock. He felt nauseated before at the thought of watching his wife fuck their son, but as time passed, he became aroused knowing it was just the beginning. Ray watched Monica's reaction to every suck and slurp and smiled widely knowing he was finally free from her threats.

"Are you recording this Ray? You know I can't do it," she whispered into the phone. He remained silent.

"Are you really that stupid?" she asked him. "You know all I have to do is send the movie of you fucking my daughter to your work and tell them all she is under-age. They'll fire you instantly without question. I told you there isn't a company in this country that will even begin to listen to your side."

Ray focused the video on his wife's face and zoomed in.

"I've already told them about your threats," Ray lied.

His wife looked into the camera and Ray shook his head quickly while mouthing "no" to his wife. She didn't fully understand what was happening, but she went with it.

Lisa pulled her son's cock out of her mouth and stroked it with her hand slowly, "I think it's time I feel this inside me for the first time."

Monica had continued shouting at Ray while he filmed, "You know you only fucked her because she looks like she's much younger. She may be eighteen, but even you had to check to be sure."

As Monica continued her threats, Lisa got on her back and opened her legs. A couple fingers diddled her pussy while her son climbed up and positioned himself.

"In-fucking-real," Monica said. She began to fumble around, frantically looking for something to record what was happening on her screen. As soon as Ray realized what she was doing, he panned the camera away from his wife and son.

"Make noise!" he mouthed and motioned to them. Ray got on the bed and put the microphone up to his wife's face.

"That's it. That's where the tip goes. Now, push it in slowly then back out. Do that over and over until you're all the way inside me," Lisa instructed loudly.

Ray couldn't contain his laughter as he heard Monica's sounds of frustration.

"You bitch! You couldn't keep your man around, so he came over here to fuck me and my daughter. How does that make you feel?" she said desperately.

"Feels good having his cock in me," Lisa retorted as she pointed to her son's dick inside her.

Ray nodded and slid down the bed. The screen lit back up as it captured his son's cock driving into his wife's pussy for the first time. Monica could hear the loud exhaling from both mother and son as they became one.

Ray noticed someone appear behind Monica and recognized them as her daughter. Just then, Greg knew he could turn the tables.



Chapter Twenty-Three


"I can't believe you would stand there and tell me that I only wanted your daughter because she looked young," Ray said.

Monica laughed, "You can't sit there and tell me there's any other reason!"

As Ray and Monica continued bickering, Lisa wrapped her arms around her son's neck as he pushed in and out of her.

"What are you thinking?" she asked him.

"I've waited a long time for this," he said. He didn't know whether to call her Mom or Lisa. He looked between their bodies. He watched her tits move to the rhythm of his cock pumping in and out of her.

"I know. I have too. Do you think this is a one-time thing?" she asked him.

He didn't know if it was her way of saying it was a one-time thing or if she was curious if he thought it was.

"I'm ok with it if it is, but I hope it's not," she said, continuing to push in and out of his mother.

She smiled widely and pulled him close to her. He felt her nipples press against his skin and smothered her neck with kisses.

"I want this right now..." she paused, "tomorrow, and the next day."

As mother and son confessed their passion for each other, Monica began to dig herself into a deeper trench.

"There couldn't be any other reason?" Ray asked.

"What other reason could there be? She's not had a boyfriend in years. You were the first one to give her a second glance in a long time," she stated boldly.

"Hmmmm," Ray said happily, "it sounds like you're just trying to find her a sugar daddy because you don't think anyone else could love her!"

Monica attempted to think about her response, but Ray decided his role in their lives was just about complete.

"Ahem," he said clearing his throat, "I'm going to save you from saying anything else your daughter who is standing behind you would resent you for."

Monica turned swiftly and the call suddenly ended. Ray smiled widely at the sudden turn of events. He set his phone down and turned his attention to his son and wife.

"Go deeper," his wife said to his son.

Greg pushed deeper and quickened his pace at the same time. Lisa met her husband's eyes as her face contorted in passion. She watched him watch them. She watched his hand glide over the growing bulge in his pants. Lisa saw him getting turned on.

"Let's trade positions," she suggested to her son.

He laid on his back and she mounted him, facing her husband.

"Now you can watch my ass as I slide up and down on your dick," she told him as she positioned him at her hole and began to slide down.

She exaggerated the expressions on her face as she felt her son filling her up again. She began to rise up and down and hold her tits in her hand as she teased her husband. She stared at his crotch and he watched her eyes as she did. Taking her stares as a suggestion, he opened his pants and pulled out his cock. He stroked it as he watched her ride his son.

The scene played out and looked how he imagined it would. His wife continued to let her hands roam over her body. She thought being with her son was going to be the pinnacle of her and her husband's sex life. She figured it would revitalize their sex life like nothing else had. Instead, she turned to face her son once again.

"What are we doing, Greg?" she asked her son as she laid on him.

"Something I think we both want, right?" he said, wondering if his mother was having second thoughts.

He began to pump his cock into his mother much faster than before. She was unable to catch her breath, let alone formulate and speak a coherent though.

"Yes, baby. Fuck me so hard," she whispered in his ear. "Cum inside me. Cum inside me, please, baby. I really need to feel it."

Ray sat in the corner of the room jerking off as he watched his son pound his cock into his mother. He was close to finishing when his phone vibrated on the table next to the chair. He looked over to it briefly and found it was Jessica, Monica's daughter who sent him a text.

"Where are you?" she asked.




Chapter Twenty-Four


Ray took his eyes off his wife and son's copulation to respond.

"I'm at a motel watching my son fuck my wife. Are you ok?" he asked.

"Where? I want to come be with you," she responded.

Ray smiled broadly at the possibilities. He gave her the address and said, "Hurry, or you might miss the show."

She said she would be on her way and he put the phone back down on the table. He wrapped his fingers around his cock again and stroked, hoping to cum quickly so when his girl toy got there, he would last longer. He got up and continued stroking his cock as he stood by the bed.

"Lisa, why don't you lay on your back and let me cum in your mouth before Jessica gets here," he bravely announced.

"What!? She's coming here?" Lisa said loudly.

Greg stopped thrusting his cock up into his mother's pussy as he couldn't believe what he heard either.

"What are you thinking?" Greg asked his father, "What if she brings her mother with her?"

Ray grinned, "Monica won't be bothering us anymore. Her daughter is coming to join the fun because I got her mother to say some pretty hurtful things while her daughter was standing behind her."

Lisa felt the weight on her shoulders lift slightly and began to rock back and forth on her son's cock once again. She wasn't thrilled with having a second person witness her incestuous acts, though.

"I don't like that she's coming over and you're not cumming in my mouth. This is your son's mouth now," she said, surprising even herself. "He's the only one who gets to shoot his load in here. In fact," she said loudly as she dismounted her son.

She didn't finish the statement and didn't need to. She got between his legs and stroked his cock while giving instructions. "I want you to cum in my mouth first, then later, you will cum in my pussy, ok?" she asked, ignoring Ray standing right next to them.

Greg nodded and relaxed as he felt his mother's mouth on his cock once again. He knew it would not be long.

"Her mouth is mine now," he happily thought.

He opened his eyes and looked at Ray, "Her pussy is mine now, too. You want a young cunt, well, you can fuck Jessica now."

Ray looked defeated and was about to walk away when Greg stopped him, "Watch me cum in her mouth, Ray."

He was no longer "Dad." He was just another guy anymore. Lisa took the hint and stroked his cock quickly while keeping her mouth open above it.

"Here it comes, Lisa," Greg told his mother. The first shot splattered against the roof of her mouth while the rest dribbled onto her tongue.

When she had his entire load in her mouth, she turned to show the pooled sperm to her husband before swallowing it in one gulp. Just like a slutty porn star, she showed him her empty mouth proudly.

"It's not so bad," she said, "maybe I should have let you do that a long time ago."

"It's your first time swallowing?" Greg asked his mother.

She nodded happily. He reached down and pulled her on top of him and planted his lips against hers. Ray was unhappy with how everything was turning out but couldn't blame either of them for it. He knew he fucked up when he fucked Jessica without his wife knowing. His cock shrunk without ever cumming in his wife's mouth or anywhere, for that matter.

"Let's go shower before round two," Greg whispered to his mother.

She continued to slowly and passionately kiss him all over his face.

"Lisa, I said let's go shower," he said sternly, remembering what turned her on.

Her lips curled into a smile as she purposefully didn't respond. He knew she was playing their game.

He took a handful of her hair and pulled her head up, "You don't have to fucking ignore me."

She furled her eyebrows in mock-anger, "Don't you use that language with me. I'll get up when I'm good and ready."

He tried to hold his expression but was simply overcome by them finally getting to be with one another. They both chuckled at each other as she retreated from her position. Ray watched them both walk to the shower nude as he waited for Jessica to arrive.

"What else could today bring?" he thought.




Chapter Twenty-Five


Jessica arrived while Lisa and Greg were in the shower. She came in and saw the bed was a mess and pouted.

"Did I miss it?"

"No, they're in the shower," he said as he looked her over. "Why don't you get out of those clothes?"

She smiled, "You always got straight to what you wanted, huh? Well, I have something for you."

She handed him an SD card and told him that on it was the video of her and her mother having sex.

"Now, the tables have turned in your favor."

He happily accepted it, set it on the chair as he stood up. He reached for her and pulled her close while attempting to get her clothes off.

"I want to fuck you in that bed before they come out," he told her.

"Ok," she said as she helped him take her clothes off.

Ray sat on the edge of the bed after removing his clothes and told her to get on her knees. She always followed his direction as she had only ever been with her mother and him a few times. She saw him as a father figure and treated him as such.

"You want me to suck on you, Daddy?" she asked with pouty eyes.

Ray nodded.

Just as she wrapped her hand around his cock and was about to wrap her lips around the tip, Lisa and Greg strolled out of the bathroom.

"Can't you two get a different room? This whole thing isn't even about you!" Lisa cried.

Greg considered the situation and comforted his mother, "It's ok. She's all he has now. We have each other and I'm not done having you."

She looked up into his eyes and nodded briefly before heading to the bed.

"Come and make love to me, Greg," she said as she held out her arms.

He practically jumped into bed and positioned himself between her legs. Lisa pulled the sheet over them as his cock slid into her pussy.

"Go nice and slow. I want to feel every inch of you while you fuck me," she told her son.

He continued pushing in as he loudly exhaled, "Fuck, you feel so amazing, Mom."

Jessica turned her eyes and watched Greg's sheet cladded ass move up and down while she sucked Ray's cock.

"You like watching them?" Ray asked.

She nodded as she sucked. Ray ripped the sheets off them, "Now you can really see it."

Jessica could see Greg's cock as it slipped in and out of Lisa's pussy. Meanwhile, Greg became irate.

"Let's go home and continue this, Lisa. It's clear he can't handle it," Greg said to his mother about Ray. "We'll have some peace and quiet to do what we like."

Lisa reluctantly agreed and they both got dressed while occasionally watching Jessica suck dick. They were about to walk out of the room when Lisa noticed the SD card.

"What is this?" she asked everyone.

Jessica went to snatch it from Lisa's hand, but Greg took it first.

"What's on it, Ray?" Greg asked his father.

"That's why I said we have nothing to worry about. It's a video of her," he said pointing at Jessica, "having sex with her mother."

"Oh, really," Greg stated as an idea formed in his head.

"Well, since you like banging her so much, why don't you just stay here and do it."

No other words needed to be said. Lisa watched the closing scene in the motel room as she closed the door. Jessica looked betrayed and Ray remained seated at the edge of the bed with his head hung low. Halfway to the car, Lisa turned and headed back to the room. She flung the door open and found them still where they were, in shock that she came back.

"You'll have papers to sign soon. If you want to make things difficult, we'll hand it over to the police and you'll lose the last thing you have. Don't come home," she said growing angrier at each word.

She went to close the door and heard Jessica burst into tears.

"It was his idea from the beginning," she told herself as she walked to the car, "now I finally have a say so in how this ends."

When she got into the car, her son was in the driver's seat with his pants to his knees, "How about you give me a blowjob for the ride home?"






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