My Son's Cum Rag, part 6

My Son's Cum Rag, Part 6
By Kinkybelle

"Morning, Kim," Don, my father-in-law, greeted me as I emerged from the basement door into the kitchen. He gave me a friendly wink and went back to reading the newspaper. I couldn't help feeling like he somehow knew that less than ten minutes ago I had my son's cock jammed halfway down my throat. I was probably just being paranoid.

"Coffee's almost ready, dear," Julie, my mother-in-law, said in her usual cheery sing-song. "I'm making French toast for the boys. Put your orders in now if you want some."

"Count me in," Don piped up.

"Sure, I'll have a little," I added and sat down at the table.

As I watched Julie moving around the kitchen in her airy nightgown I was unable to reconcile the fact that I had just seen her pussy spread open with her current casual attitude. The woman had caught me 69ing her grandson, then masturbated herself to orgasm in front of the two of us, and here she was cooking up French toast as if nothing was out of the ordinary. It was all very surreal, but the truth was that I was as wet as ever because of it.

My husband Evan came shuffling in rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He went and gave his mother a hug and a smooch on the cheek. All very innocent, but I couldn't help but notice his hand on her hip during the exchange. Probably nothing, but it made me wonder.

"I was thinking," Evan said as he poured himself a cup of coffee, "that we could take a ride out to the lake and do some fishing."

"Count me in," Don piped up again. I had to smile. He was such an easy-going guy. Don was rarely one to lead the way, but he was always ready to join in the fun.

"Kim and I can pack a picnic lunch!" Julie offered enthusiastically. The woman wasn't even done cooking breakfast and she was already planning the next meal. I would be lucky if I had half her energy and enthusiasm when I got to be her age.

It wasn't long before Nick came up from his bedroom, and Timmy came down from his. Nick blushed when his grandmother extorted a kiss from him before placing his plate of French toast in front of him. Timmy, who had no idea Grandma was a horny exhibitionist, obliviously paid her price and commenced drowning his plate in syrup.

Our family breakfast would have seemed normal enough to a stranger, but I knew that four of the six of us were thinking about at least one other person in that room in an unwholesomely sexual way. And, based on the way I spotted my father-in-law glancing at my chest on more than one occasion, I would be willing to bet we were probably all thinking dirty thoughts.

It was a bright, warm day, and the lake was as scenic as ever. Sitting at the picnic table I closed my eyes and turned my face to the sun. After all the getting ready, driving, unpacking, and feeding of the troops it was nice to just be still and relax for a minute. I listened to Julie humming nearby as she puttered about cleaning up and putting things away. Timmy was down by the water's edge with his grandfather learning how to cast. Nick and his dad were playing horseshoes in the grassy field. The day couldn't have been more perfect.

"Are you mad at me?" Julie asked as she sat down across from me.

"No," I answered sincerely, but I still wasn't exactly sure how I did feel.

"I wouldn't blame you if you were," she sighed and gazed at our fishermen along with me. "I really did overstep my bounds. That was bad of me."

"I wouldn't mind knowing what brought it on."

She fidgeted for a bit, deciding what to say. "The way you and Nick were acting I could tell something was going on. I should have left you to have your fun without interfering." She fussed with paper napkin, tearing off little bits as she talked. "But I let myself get caught up in the thrill of discovering your secret and I couldn't resist wanting to be a part of it."

"I didn't mean to let it go as far as it has. I'm going to end it."

Julie didn't say anything for a few long moments. I knew she couldn't judge me on my transgressions, but I wanted to at least get some sort of absolution from her.

"I'm going to come right out and say it." She took a deep breath. "I've never told anyone, and nobody knows this outside of my husband and daughter, but when Evan was seventeen I also let myself go too far. I think about what he and I did together almost every day, but I haven't once regretted doing it."

"How far did you let it go?"

"It started with a little flirting, then some touching. Nothing too explicit, but we both knew what was behind it. One thing led to another, and one day I found myself showing him how a woman masturbates. I told myself that I was merely educating my son so that he would be more confident with his sexuality and with women, but I was getting as much, if not more, out of it than he was." Julie looked at me to see if I was really willing to hear more of the truth. "We graduated from there to oral sex, and before I knew it I was teaching my boy how to make love to a woman."

Even though this is what I had anticipated, it still came as a shock to hear it.

"So, you let Evan have sex with you? You're saying you two have had actual sexual intercourse."

"That's what I'm saying, my dear. I fucked my son." She shrugged in apology. "There's no other way to say it. Your husband fucked his mother."

"I'm sorry, I know it shouldn't be such a surprise after what I've been doing, but I never imagined he, or you, would do anything like that."

"We never told you because we thought you'd be the last person to accept family members having sex together…with your traditional, Korean upbringing and all. I never imagined I would one day find you deep-throating my grandson's cock."

I could feel the heat in my cheeks. Her words weren't an accusation, but meant as a good natured tease. Even so, it was hard not to react with a touch of shame.

"Are you and Evan still…"

"Oh, no. We stopped fooling around way back when he first met you."

"And you don't feel guilty about what you did?"

"Like I said, I don't have any regrets, but you can't help but feel guilty about it from time to time. I think that Evan turned out to be a good father, and a good husband, and I suspect a good lover. I have to believe that our intimate relations made him the man he is."

She was right. Evan was all those things, and more. Him having a sexual affair with his own mother as a teen didn't seem to have damaged him psychologically or emotionally. Maybe it was time for me to stop fretting about messing up my sons and simply enjoy the experience of introducing them to sex in the most loving and nurturing way possible. Society would never condone what I was doing, but I'd taught my boys everything else about life, why not this?

"I'm not mad at you," I said, reaching across the table and taking Julie's hand. "Though I am a little jealous that you were the one to give Nick his first blowjob."

"Oops."

"And…" I checked to make sure no one was near, "I have to admit that I really liked what happened this morning. I've never had sex in front of anyone before, and I've never seen another woman…doing what you did."

"I was afraid it might have been too much for you, but I was so turned on seeing you with your pussy in Nick's face I couldn't resist." She lowered her voice and leaned toward me. "My clit is getting hard now just thinking about it."

"I had no idea you were such a dirty old lady," I laughed, loving the way she was talking with me so openly about such intimate matters. We were always close, but never this close.

"And I had no idea that my reserved, conservative daughter-in-law was such a horny slut." She looked at me in a way I'd never known her to do before. It was a look of curious lust. I noticed that the way she was leaning forward brought the tips of her breasts to where they were just touching the edge of the picnic table. With the slightest movement she was able to rub them against the hard corner and stimulate herself here in the open without anyone being able to tell what she was doing. "So how long have you been getting naked with Nick?"

"With Nick it's been only about two weeks," I answered.

Julie's eyes narrowed. "Wait a minute…you're playing with Timmy's cock, too, aren't you?" She must have seen that my reaction confirmed her suspicion. "You are! Oh, you are a greedy whore. I love it!"

"It's not like I planned on it, but I found out Timmy has a thing for my dirty panties and, as you said, one thing led to another."

"I always knew he was going to grow up to be a little pervert. Now I'm the jealous one." She looked around, squirming a bit in her seat. "I'm sorry, but I can't take much more of this. We need to continue this conversation somewhere else." She stood and motioned for me to follow. "Let's go for a walk."

I wasn't sure exactly what she had in mind, but I followed her. We walked to the edge of the lake, then followed the shoreline away from the picnic area. In less than a minute we reached a place where the woods came right down to the water. After another couple minutes of picking our way through the trees and brush we stopped.

"This looks like a pretty spot," Julie said and sat down on the leaves, making herself comfortable.

She was right, it was a pretty spot. We could see out over the lake, but it would have been nearly impossible for anyone to see us. I sat down on the ground, still curious about what this was all about.

"Does Evan know that you're playing with the boys?" she asked.

"No. I've been sneaking around my own house and hiding it all from him."

"What about now that you know he would likely be more understanding about it know that you know he had sex with his mother?"

"I feel like such a pervert for molesting my boys, I don't know if I want to tell him."

"He's going to find out eventually, so I would advise you to be up front with him. I talked to Don before I did anything with Evan and it worked out very nicely for all of us."

"You're right. I need to talk to Evan about this." A though occurred to me. "Did you tell Don about me and Nick?"

"I might have mentioned that I'd had the pleasure of seeing our grandson with his tongue buried in his mom's cunt. I haven't seen the old boy get hard that fast in years. He's been hot for you ever since the first time Evan brought you home to meet us."

"That explains the looks he's been giving me all day."

"I'll tell him to stop drooling over you."

"You don't have to. I don't mind."

"My son and grandsons aren't enough, now you want to fuck my husband, too?"

"No! I…I…"

"I'm just teasing, don't get in a panic. To tell the truth, I'd love to see you and the old man doing it."

Julie unbuttoned her jeans and tucked her hand down into her pants.

"I'm sorry, dear, but is it okay if I touch myself while we talk? All this sex chat is making me so horny I can't help it."

"Well, I guess it's okay with me," I said with a touch of hesitation and looked around to make sure no one was coming our way.

"Don't worry, Don will make sure no one bothers us. You can join me if you like."

I watched her hand moving slowly beneath the crotch of her pants and was tempted, but it all seemed too strange. I couldn't just start fingering myself in front of my mother-in-law in the bright light of day with my family just on the other side of a thin veil of trees.

"How did it all start?" Julie asked once she saw that I was too reticent to touch myself along with her. "I want to hear everything, and don't hold back on the nasty parts."

I began from the beginning and told her how it started with Nick, then how Timmy and I got involved. The whole time she reclined in front of me with her hand down her pants working in slow circles. When I'd come to a particularly graphic part she would ask for more details, and when I used a word like "cock" or "pussy" she'd smile lewdly and work herself a little faster. It was one of the most bizarre things I'd ever been involved in, but it didn't take long before it made me horny as hell.

When I got to the part of the story where Nick caught me naked in the kitchen and I let him watch me get myself off, Julie moaned and pulled her hand out. I thought that maybe she had finished, but she only wanted more freedom. She pulled her pants down until they were below her knees opened her legs wide and resumed masturbating under my attentive watch.

"Oh, that feels so much better. There's nothing like feeling sunshine on your naked cunt."

I watched her spread her hairy outer lips and run her finger along the wet inner creases of her beautiful pussy. It suddenly seemed silly for me to be holding back the way I was. She'd already seen me naked, and I realized that it didn't really matter if anyone of my family caught me out her playing with myself. My father-in-law was the only one who hadn't seen me naked, and I had a funny feeling it was only a matter of time before he did.

I unzipped my pants and slid them down. I was going to leave my panties in place, then decided to just let it all hang out. I pulled down my panties and spread my legs. The dry leaves felt scratchy against my bare bottom, but the warm sun did feel good down there.

"Oh my," Julie whispered, "your pussy is beautiful."

"Um, thanks." It felt weird hearing my husband's mother complimenting my privates. "Your pussy is very nice looking, too."

"This old thing?" she laughed and spread herself wide open. "It has quite a few miles on it, but it still gets the job done."

I'd never had the desire to touch another woman's pussy, but seeing Julie splaying her lips apart like she was made me want to slip my fingers into her gaping hole and feel the soft, warm inside of her womanly orifice.

"Back to you naked on the bed and Nick stroking his cock to the sight of his mother's pussy," Julie prompted me as she buried two fingers in her furry twat.

I went on with the story, telling her how Nick had cum on my tits and rubbed his cock on my face. I told her how I let Timmy lick me and hump himself against my butt. It wasn't easy to tell it while being distracted by seeing this amazingly sexy older woman pleasuring herself. When I told her how I had been on my knees swallowing Nick's load the day before she couldn't hold back any more.

"You horny bitch," she groaned as her hand blurred back and forth over her clit. "That's so fucking hot. There's nothing better than eating your own son's cum, is there? Oh, oh, oooooh!"

She lifted herself off the ground, once again thrusting her hips in my direction. Not only was she making herself cum, but it was like she wanted to direct her orgasm toward me. Meanwhile, I was ready to go off myself seeing her let loose like she was. I began rubbing myself faster.

"That's it, sweetheart," Julie urged even as she was still coaxing her pussy through the tail end of her own climax. "Work that hot little cunt. Make it cum. Show me how you make that cunt cum."

Hearing the woman I had always thought was a sexually reserved religious lady spouting such filthy talk was turning me on in ways I never expected. I loved the way she was staring at my pussy as I fingered myself. I had apparently been bitten by the exhibitionism bug and couldn't get enough of showing off parts of me no one had ever seen except for my husband.

"My pussy feels so good," I muttered, feeling self-conscious about saying it aloud.

"I bet it does. Work that nasty cunt."

We sat facing each other, only a few feet apart. Julie was rubbing herself as she watched me. I was bringing myself toward climax as I stared fixedly between her legs. We were really doing this, outside, in the open, in front of each other. Masturbation was supposed to be a private thing. Something done alone, secretly. Something not to be spoken of because it was embarrassingly shameful and dirty. Something to feel guilty about, a weakness, a surrender to temptation, a base and immature self-gratification. And yet there we were, two grown women, mothers, exposing our naked twats to one another and frigging ourselves like a pair of sex-craving adolescent girls. It was gloriously liberating.

"I'm going to cum," I announced breathlessly. "Oh, shit, I'm fucking cumming. Watch me! Watch me make my pussy cum!"

I mimicked my mother-in-law's orgasmic style and lifted my convulsing pussy up and brandished it urgently in her direction. It felt good. Like I was putting my joyous collision of physical and emotional release on proud display. After squeezing every ounce of ecstasy from between my legs I sunk back onto the forest floor and drifted on the cloud of contentment.

I waited for those nagging feelings to begin to surface, but they never materialized. I had just masturbated with my mother-in-law, and I inexplicably didn't feel the least bit bad about it.

"That was the most fun I've had in a while," Julie said after a long quiet spell.

"I have to admit that I enjoyed it more than I would have imagined."

"Your boys are lucky they get to play with such a gorgeous pussy as that." Her voice was thick with an undisguised longing. "They're lucky they've both had a chance to taste it."

I peeked through half open lids to see Julie still focused on my pussy, slowly massaging her own sex. I found myself opening my legs once again to give her a better view.

"I feel pretty lucky myself," I said languidly, feeling limp and relaxed.

"Kim, I want to taste you," Julie said straight out.

She caught me off guard, but I felt a thrill go through me at the prospect of it. "But…I'm not a lesbian."

Julie smiled. "Letting a woman lick your pussy doesn't make you a lesbian, trust me."

My heart was suddenly thumping in my chest. I wanted it, but I didn't want to admit it. She moved toward me, and I stayed still – not encouraging her, but not resisting either.

"Just closer your eyes," she said, "and imagine it's Nick or Timmy down here."

A feathery kiss touched my leg just above the knee and my eyes closed. Her kisses quickly moved up my inner thigh until I could feel her breath on my pussy. She used her fingers to part my outer lips, then ran her tongue from the bottom of my hole to the tip of my clit.

My back arched and we both let out a moan of sublime fulfillment. My mother-in-law had just licked my cunt. The very thought of it was almost as arousing as the sensation. This was something I had never imagined, and had never wanted, but now that it was happening I didn't want it to stop.

She went to work, using her lips and tongue all over my pussy. These weren't the tentative fumblings of a first-timer, my mother-in-law was obviously well-practiced at eating pussy. I looked down and saw her head between my thighs, but it still didn't seem like it could be real. It was about then that she began lapping my clit while she slid two fingers inside me. It only took her a moment to find my g-spot and I was propelled to another plane of pleasure. In the building haze I realized that her oral technique was very similar to my husband's – which made sense since he learned by sucking his mother's pussy. Julie had taught him well, but the fact was that she was better at it than her son.

I reached down and put my hands on her head. Being able to touch her while she expertly drove me toward orgasm made me feel connected to her even more. Looking just beyond I could see her bare ass rising and falling rhythmically. Further beyond was the lake. A small boat had drifted into view about a hundred yards off. Two men were fishing from it. It was unlikely they could see us, but I suddenly felt very exposed. Julie put more pressure on just the right area inside my vagina and suddenly I found myself hoping they could see us. I wanted them to witness me getting my pussy sucked and fucked by another woman. I wanted their cocks to get hard and for them to jack off tonight to the memory of it.

My hips moved in tandem with the motions of Julies tongue. The sounds she was making told me she was enjoying this almost as much as me.

"Oh yeah, lick it," I said. "Lick my cunt, lick my horny fucking cunt."

This spurred her to increase her efforts and within seconds I was cumming on my mother-in-laws face. She sucked my clit right up to the point where she knew I wouldn't be able to take any more, but continued to massage my inner pussy until she had gotten everything out of me that I had. The spots of blue sky I could see through the trees spun with dazzling playfulness. As I floated without a care, my legs spread wide there on the forest floor, Julie kissed and caressed my sensitive pussy lovingly. There were few ideal moments in life, and this was definitely one of them.

"That was amazing," I said once I'd gathered enough energy to speak.

"I'm glad to hear it." She gave me one more kiss on my clit and stood, pulling her pants up. "I'm sure you'll return the favor one day, but for now we better get back before they send out a search party."

I brushed the leaves off my butt and managed to put myself back together despite my sex-muddled brain. We walked back to the picnic area and I found myself resisting the impulse to grab Julie's ass or slip my hand up under her shirt and feel her tits. She probably would have let me, but I kept telling myself I wasn't like "that." But I'd just permitted another woman to give me oral pleasure, so technically I was. If my new predilection for incest wasn't confusing enough, now I had deal with this new flood of homosexual urges.

When we got back I grabbed a beer and drank it quickly. I figured everyone would assume I was giddy from the alcohol rather than being high on orgasms. Julie, meanwhile, went straight over to her husband. She gave him a hug and a kiss while he held his fishing rod in one hand and her in the other. I noticed they kissed several times, which I thought was nice to see for a couple their age, then I realized where her mouth had been only minutes before.

My cheeks burned and I opened another beer. My heart thumped knowing that she was probably telling him what we had just done, and he was tasting my pussy on her lips. Instead of being properly mortified by this I was instead excited by it. I wondered if his cock was getting hard hearing about how his wife had sucked his daughter-in-laws cunt to orgasm in the woods.

Nick ambushed me from behind with a surprise hug.

"Hey, Mom!" His strong arms squeezed me tight. "You look super sexy today."

I almost choked on my beer. I looked to see that his father was far enough away that he wouldn't have been able to hear.

"Stop talking like that, you're going to get me in trouble."

"Come go swimming with me," he insisted, stuffing his mouth with potato chips.

"I didn't bring a suit."

"We can skinny dip!"

"Tempting, but no."

"Damn, that would be hot." He leered at me for a few moments, clearly undressing me with his eyes.

"You better get in the water quick," I suggested, "before everyone notices your boner."

With a grin he pulled off his t-shirt and ran down and jumped in the water just before Evan arrived and sat down next to me.

"What a perfect day," he sighed and stole my beer.

"Absolutely perfect," I agreed and leaned against him.

The rest of the day was fairly normal. I noticed my father-in-law eyeing me knowingly a few times. I don't recall him ever making a suggestive comment or even approaching the topic of sex in conversation, but he didn't seem shy about being caught looking at me the way he was. On the ride home I kept noticing my mother-in-law's lips as she talked. There was nothing particularly special about them, except the fact that they had been all over my pussy. When I realized that was true of most of the people in the car I felt like a complete nympho-slut. The tingling in my nipples, however, distracted me from worrying about it too much.

Before they left, Julie insisted that we all come to visit them at their place the next weekend. Don was prepared to beg off, probably thinking I wouldn't want to deal with his parents two weekends in a row, but I cheerfully accepted the invitation. I could tell Julie had something very inappropriate in mind, and I was dying to find out what it was.

I woke up the next morning feeling like I was ready to take on the world. I got the boys off to school, got a load of laundry going (including Nick's pile of DNA-infused towels), ran some errands, and even baked a pan of brownies all before noon. The only downside of my morning was that I was maddeningly horny the entire time.

I'd had more sex in the past week than I'd had in at least the three months prior, and yet I still wanted more. I made a mental note to look up sex addiction on the internet one of these days. I didn't want to do it while I was alone because I knew I'd be too tempted to look at porn instead, and I wanted to try to exercise some semblance of self-control. I was dying to hump Timmy's fuck-pillow, or diddle myself while sniffing Nick's cum rags, but I kept myself busy with chores. I knew that if I couldn't maintain some discipline that my life would quickly come crashing down around my ears. And that wouldn't be fun for any of us.

I picked Nick up early from school and took him to his doctor's appointment for a physical. This actually helped put me in a more stable state of mind. Even something so simple was enough put me into mother mode, distancing me from sexual partner mode. For a brief time I was able to think of myself as something other than a depraved pervert. This lasted until the drive home.

"The doctor said everything is good," I told him.

"Cool," he answered automatically, then smiled. "He wanted to know if I was sexually active yet."

"What did you tell him?"

"I asked if getting hummers from your mother counted as being sexually active."

My heart skipped a beat. "What!"

He couldn't keep a straight face, and broke out laughing. "Ha! You should see the look on your face."

"That's not funny!" I was so relieved that it was a joke that I couldn't help laughing at myself for reacting like that. "You keep that up and there won't be any more blowjobs for you until you get to college."

"I told the doctor I wasn't having sex yet, but I was pretty sure I would be soon." He waggled his eyebrows at me.

"Don't count on it, Romeo." I knew he was only being silly, but it didn't stop me from getting wet over his flirty manner. "Things have gone farther than I intended, and I was thinking we should consider dialing it back a bit."

"I vote for dialing it up."

"This isn't a democracy, mister. The original idea was that I wanted you to feel comfortable about your body and your sexual feelings, and to do that I told you it would be okay if you wanted to masturbate while I was around. It wasn't supposed to end up being like this."

He was quiet for a while. Too quiet.

I looked over and saw that he had his dick out.

"Put that thing away!"

"You just said the whole idea was for me to jerk off in front of you." He began jacking himself with exaggerated playfulness.

"Not in the car!" I reached over and pulled his hand away from his erection, and gave his cock a quick slap.

"Ooo! Do that again!"

"I'm not screwing around! Put your penis back in your pants right this minute, young man." We pulled up to a stop light and I was forced to cover his hard-on with my hand so the people next to us wouldn't see what was going on.

"Should I turn my head and cough."

"Don't try to get cute with me." I looked around, afraid a neighbor or a cop would be nearby. The light turned green and I got moving quickly.

By the time we got clear of traffic I realized that I was no longer covering his dick, but instead had it gripped in my hand. Damn, it felt nice to be able to hold my boy's cock like that. I tried to let go, but I couldn't. I gave him a few strokes. Neither of us said anything as we made our way home. All I wanted to do was pull over and suck him off right there on the side of the road. And I had been doing so well behaving myself all day!

I drove with one hand and played with my son's cock with the other until we got to our neighborhood.

"Alright, you got what you wanted, now put it away until we get in the house."

He took this as a promise of more to come, and did as I asked. We passed Michelle pushing her son along the sidewalk in a stroller. She waved when she saw us. If she had seen me molesting Nick's cock in the car word would have been all over the neighborhood within the hour.

Once we were in the house Nick grabbed the huge bulge in his pants. "Mom, you got me totally horny. We have to do something."

"Settle down, stud." I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Go downstairs and get ready. I'm going to freshen up and I'll be there in a minute to take care of that for you."

His smile lit up his face and he hurried down to his room. I went up to my bedroom and got undressed. We had over two hours before Timmy got home from school, so we could take our time today. I poked around in my special drawer and picked out what I wanted. I also decided to bring my vibrating dildo along with me, and headed down to Nick's bedroom.

I opened the door and found him in bed naked with a pronounced boner. He carefully set his laptop aside on his nightstand, sat up and stared as I posed in the doorway. I had on red high heels, white thigh-high stockings held up by a lacey white garter belt. My dark pussy hair was clearly visible through the sheer panties I had on. Up top I was wearing a little white half bra that lifted my tits and left my nipples exposed. It was the first time my son had ever seen his mother decked out in sexy lingerie, and judging by his wide eyes and open mouth he liked what he was seeing.

I turned and let him have a peek at the outfit from the back, wiggling my rear end invitingly as I did. I loved the look on his face. It felt good to be desired with such raw lust. Even though I still had a good sex life with my husband, after so many years of marriage there were almost no opportunities for me to get this kind of reaction from him. I know that I'm not some young, hot bikini model, but seeing my son ravishing me with his eyes made me feel like I was. He probably would be just as excited about any mostly naked lady in his bedroom, but in this case it was me he was salivating over.

"You like?" I asked shamelessly.

"Mom, you are the most fuckable thing I've ever seen!"

"Now, now, let's not get carried away, boner boy. We're just playing around here, okay? Remember, nothing serious, just a little naughty fun."

He nodded, licking his lips and looking me over for the tenth time. "I think I'm going to cum just looking at you."

"Go ahead, I want to see you jerk off to me." It was somewhat pathetic, a middle-aged woman feeding her own ego, but I couldn't resist. "Masturbate for Mommy."

Nick grabbed his cock and went to it. I continued to pose for him provocatively. Hands on my hips, tits thrust forward; sideways with a shy smile; leaning forward mouth open; bent over with my ass towards him. I would have felt foolish putting on such a display in front of my husband, but it was invigorating to be able to do it in front of my horny son.

"I'm gonna cum, Mom!"

"Already? But I haven't even shown off my pussy yet." I squatted down and pulled my flimsy panties up hard in the front so the fabric jammed up in my ass crack and deep into pussy slit. My shaved outer labia bulged to either side and Nick's cock began squirting. Three thin ropes of semen jetted through the air toward me and fell onto the carpet between us. I was sad it was going to waste like that, but I enjoyed seeing him ejaculate so powerfully over me.

"There's my boy," I giggled as he shuddered and shook. "Now don't move, I have something else I want to show you."

Nick sat there with a bemused smile on his face and his messy cock in his hand as I dashed out and grabbed my dildo I'd left on the shelf outside his room.

"Say hello to Mr. Pinkie," I joked as I made my way to his bed.

"You got a sex toy?"

"Oh, me and Mr. Pinkie go back a long way." I winked and climbed onto his bed. "I thought you might like to see what Mommy does when she's feeling extra horny." I licked the pointy tip of the rubber shaft. "I don't want to traumatize you though," I rubbed it around one of my nipples, "so if you don't want to watch your mother fuck herself with a big dildo, I won't force you to."

"Are you kidding, I'd love to see that!" he insisted strenuously.

"First, let me clean off that messy dick of yours. Come put your cock in Mommy's mouth."

He came right over, kneeling on the bed next to me, and offered me his cum spattered cock. I licked it, then opened up and took him in. It tasted so good. The feeling of his soft head on my tongue was better than anything. It probably sounds strange, but it still seemed like an undeserved privilege to be able to be able to suck my boy's cock.

I twisted the cap at the bottom of the long, pink dildo and it buzzed to life. Like one of Pavlov's dogs, as soon as I heard that sound my pussy began drooling in anticipation.

With a slow, steady hand I moved the vibrating toy down my body to my crotch. I opened my legs and passed the dildo over my waiting vulva. I could see Nick watching and holding his breath. I remembered, even though I had been alone, how embarrassed I was the first time I used the naughty device on myself. Now there I was about to use it in front of my son while suckling his penis.

I pulled my panties down, with some difficulty, then ran the vibrator up and down my slit. Once it was well lubricated with my natural juices, I aimed the bullet end toward my opening and pushed it into my hole. I moan at the feel of that first stretch and gradually inserted the buzzing phallus inside me. Each tiny bump gave me a thrill as it penetrated me further and further.

"Whoa…" Nick breathed in rapt fascination. "You're really putting it all in there. I didn't think it could fit."

I loved how everything was new for him. Porn was one thing, but to experience the real sights, smells, and tastes of sex was another. And I was lucky enough to be the one to give that to him. I wanted to believe that this was better for him than some inexperienced little teenaged girl who hadn't figured out her own body yet, much less what to do with a cock when she got ahold of one. I may not have been as tight and perky as a girl his age, but I like to think that I more than make up for it in experience.

Drawing the dildo out of me, I let him see how wet it had gotten. It glistened in the light for a moment before I slid it back in as far as I could. I popped his dick out of my sucking mouth.

"You like that, honey?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Fucking awesome, Mom. Is it okay if I get a closer look?"

He was so cute. "Of course, baby boy."

Nick quickly scooted down between my legs with his face as close as he could get it without risking being batted in the eye as I fucked myself. I pumped the toy in and out of my vagina, occasionally pulling it out and buzzing my clit for a few seconds before plunging it back into my hole. Nick's big goofy grin filled me with happiness.

I pinched my nipples and lost myself in the pleasure of masturbating for my son. My mind flashed to all the depraved things I'd done recently from letting little Timmy rub his cock against my ass, to being eaten out by my mother-in-law, to swallowing Nick's cum. It was a despicable collection of perverted acts that I never imagined I would even consider, much less actually perform. And yet I had, and I loved every one of them.

"Mommy's cumming!" I cried out. "Oh, my pussy! Fuck, yes!" I had a good long cum and then relaxed. I turned off the vibrator and let it fall from my hand. There was nothing like that foggy, floaty feeling after an orgasm.

I felt Nick fiddling around down between my legs. I remained still and let him have his fun. His fingers traced the contours of my womanly folds. His tongue explored my clit, my lips, and my well-worked hole. He wasn't trying to make me cum, he was just learning all the intricate ins and outs of a pussy. After fifteen minutes of probing and prodding, my son climbed up on top of me.

He kissed my cheek, then my lips. I kissed him back. His naked body was hot where my bare skin touched his. I kissed him again and gently pushed my tongue into his mouth. He was surprised at first, but was soon enjoying the game along with me. I was very conscious of his stiff cock rubbing against my mound. With the smallest of motions he could be inside of me. It's what my animal desire wanted, but my motherly sensibilities reminded me that I couldn't let things ever go that far. I'm sure Nicked wanted it too, but I had to be the responsible one and do the thinking for both of us. Losing his virginity to his mother would be a mistake he would come to regret for the rest of his life. I didn't want that for him.

"The doctor gave me something," he said after we'd been making out for a while. He reached over and opened the drawer of his nightstand and took out a pair of condoms.

"Why'd he give you those?" I asked despite the answer being obvious.

"Because of when I told him I was thinking about having sex soon." He looked me in the eye, grinding his hard-on against me. "Can we try them out?"

"Oh…um, I don't think so, sweetie. That's a big step. I'm not sure you're ready yet."

He looked down between our bodies. I was suddenly struck by how foolish I must have sounded.

"Mom, I've wanted to fuck you from the minute you talked to me about my cum rags. I think I probably even wanted to fuck you before then, but I didn't want to admit it."

"Oh, my dear, sweet baby." I caressed his earnest face and wanted so badly to give in to him. "We shouldn't do that. We shouldn't be doing any of this. I've been a very bad mother to let it go as far as we have. But I can't help…I like making you feel good, and seeing you happy."

"You're so sexy, Mom, and I love you so much."

Even though Julie had told me she had done it with Evan, and he turned out fine, I couldn't completely shake the fear of actually doing it with Nick for real.
"I love you, too. But I don't want to confuse you about the way you should love your mother and the way you should love a girlfriend or a wife. I'm worried I might have already screwed you up when it comes to that. I wish we could make love together, but I think we probably shouldn't. You understand that it's not because I don't want to, but it's for your own good."

Nick looked serious for a moment, then smiled. He kissed the tip of my nose and got up so he was kneeling between my open legs. I felt ridiculous lying there with my tits out and my pussy exposed after making that little speech.

"Okay, but can you at least show me how these things work so I'll know what to do when I'm with a real girl?"

"That I can do." I was so relieved that he took my refusal in stride that I was more than happy to show my boy how to put on a condom.

I opened the package of the generic-brand lubricated rubber, showed him which end was up, placed it over the tip of his pulsing erection, and carefully rolled it down the length of his shaft. He laughed, remarking about how funny his dick looked sheathed in rubber. I had to laugh, too. I hadn't seen a cock with a condom on it since I was dating Evan.

"Thanks for the lesson, Mom." He leaned over and kissed me.

Nick moved his weight forward, pushing me down until I was once again on my back. He French kissed me and we were making out again. As lovely as all the kissing was, putting that condom on Nick had recharged my horny meter. I wanted to get my pussy licked and suck his cock again. That's when I noticed something different.

Nick wasn't rubbing his hard-on over my mound like before. I could feel it against the inside of my thigh. The way his hips were moving was like he was trying to…

"Nick, sweetie, no," I insisted gently. "I said we can't do this."

"I love you, Mom, and I know you want it as much as me."

He gave his hips a turn and I could feel the tip of his cock brushing against my pussy lips.

"Nick, don't," I said more firmly, my heart racing. "Stop."

"I want to fuck you, Mom," he breathed heavily into my ear. "I want to fuck your pussy so bad."

His cock poked at me down there, missing my wet hole by the merest margin.

"We can't, Nick," I pleaded. "Not like this. Please don't."

"You want it, Mom. I'm sorry, but you do."

I tried to turn myself away, but he forced his weight down over me, pressing me to the bed. I pushed at his shoulders, but he took hold of my wrists and pinned my arms to either side of my head. It was the first time I realized how strong he was. It was suddenly apparent that I was no match for him physically. All I had to rely on was my authority as his parent.

"Nick, I'm still your mother! I'm telling you right now to stop this. I'm saying no. Do you understand, Nick? No!"

His next blind jab found its target. The head of my son's cock pushed into my opening. As soon as he understood he'd achieved his goal, he thrust his hips forward and rammed the length of his hard penis into my pussy hole.

"No! No!" I screamed out and struggled. Then I heard myself yelling, "Yes!" It was the last thing I wanted to say, but my mind was no longer in control. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"I'm sorry, Mom," he muttered and thrust again.

"It's okay, baby. It's okay. I want it. I want your cock. I want you inside me."

"It's so good," Nick whimpered, with another thrust.

"Fuck me, sweetheart. Fuck Mommy's pussy."

I wrapped my legs around his waist. I would have hugged him to me, but he was still holding my wrists tight.

"I love you so much, Mom."

He pumped himself in and out of me. This was really happening. My boy was fucking me. I could feel his balls just touch against my ass with each forward lunge. His breathing became fast. His cock filled me, and I squeezed him as hard as I could with my inner muscles.

"Your cock feels so good in Mommy's pussy."

His motions became uncontrolled and I could tell he was getting close already.

"I'm really doing it." His face was buried in the pillow next to my head. "I'm fucking you, Mom. I'm fucking your pussy. Holy shit, for real."

"Yes, Nick." I kissed his ear. "You're fucking me. You're fucking me so good. Don't stop!"

It was like a dream. Something that never should happen was happening. The child that I had raised for sixteen years had his cock inside me. The little boy that I fed, and bathed, and rocked to sleep was fucking me. This was the worst, most dreadful act a mother could perform with her son. And yet everything about it felt right. How could anyone understand? My whole life the very hint of any kind of incest was met with disgust and condemnation. It was a sin, an abomination, a violation of nature. But how could something so loving and intimate be so wrong? I never felt closer to Nick. Now that it was happening, I realized that I never wanted anything as much as this. All the guilt and denial became nothing more than wisps of foolish fancy. This was what mattered. This was real. My son between my legs, pushing himself deep into my most intimate places, his body heaving against mine, my baby joined once again with me in a way that I hadn't known since the moment they cut the cord. He was back inside of me, inside his mother, completing a circle that completed the two of us.

"I'm cumming," he said. His voice was straining in a way that I wondered if he was on the verge of crying. "I'm cumming, Mom."

"Me, too. Don't stop. Don't stop fucking Mommy."

He pounded into me harder. His arms straightened, lifting his upper body. A rush of cool air flowed across my bare tits. Nick was biting his lower lip, struggling to hold back, but losing the fight.

"I want you to cum, Nick. Fuck my cunt and cum. Fuck me!"

"I am. I'm fucking you, Mom. I'm fucking you! Cum with me! Cuuuummmm!"

Nick was going wild on top of me. I did everything I could to match his spastic, unpredictable thrusts. Just as he grunted with climactic release, I started to cum too. Our bodies and orgasms were in perfect harmony as we peaked together. I had done it – I had given my son his first fuck. And it was glorious.

His humping motion waned and became a slow gyration. His cock stirred around inside my soaking wet pussy. He rested his weight onto me, pressing his sweaty skin against mine. I could feel his heart beating fast against my breast. There was no sound except for the two of us sucking air for a time.

"My baby's not a virgin anymore," I whispered and nibbled his earlobe.

"That was the best thing I've ever done in my life," he chuckled.

"The good news is that it gets better."

"Impossible." Nick let go of my wrists and propped himself up, looking me in the eyes. "I'll never forget this, Mom. Thanks."

He said it with such heartfelt sincerity that my heart seemed to swell. "Stop it, you're going to make me cry." I squeezed his cheeks, giving him fish lips. "Now comes the tricky part. Getting the condom off without any toxic spills."

Nick was reluctant to pull out of me, but eventually he did. I had him lie on his back while I peeled the rubber off of his slightly softened erection. What a mess. The smell of his fresh seed, mixed with the scent of latex, lubricant, and pussy juice was a strange but enticing combination. I dropped the used condom on the floor and began sucking his cock clean. I couldn't seem to get enough of him. I'd never craved cum like this before, but since I started fooling around with Nick I'd become a hopeless addict.

"And that completes our sex ed lesson for today." I gave his ball sack a quick lick and sat up.

"Aw, Mom," he whined. "Not yet. Can't we do it again? We've still got an hour before Timmy gets home from school."

"I don't know…"

"Please! You look so hot in those stockings, and with those shoes you're like a mega porn star. I'm still super horny."

"Well, I suppose one more quick one wouldn't hurt." I swear his cock got fully hard again in an instant. Just one more benefit of having a young lover to play with.

He reached for his one remaining condom.

"Actually, why don't you save that one for another time?" I unhooked my half-a-bra and let my tits assume their natural poise, then I stretched out and spread my legs once more. "I think we should practice the pull-out technique. You might not always have a rubber handy, so you need to develop enough self-control to pull you cock out before you cum and end up a daddy."

"You want me to fuck you with nothing on?"

"Unless you don't want to…"

He was on top of me in a flash. I reached down and grasped his bouncing hard-on, guiding him back into my ready hole. With a single jab he was once again back inside.

"Ohh, snap. Now I know what you meant about it getting better, Mom."

"Feels different, doesn't it?" I clenched my pussy and squeezed his dick. "Start slow this time. No need to rush. Take your time and pay attention to every sensation."

Nick pulled most of the way out, then eased himself back in to the hilt.

"That's it, sweetheart. Let your cock slide in and out of Mommy's pussy nice and slow. When you feel like you're getting close, I want you to pull out and cum in my mouth. Understand?"

He nodded.

"It's not going to be as easy as it sounds." I pushed my hips up against him in time with his controlled strokes. "You're going to want to cum in my pussy, but you have to make yourself pull out and shoot your load down my throat."

"I will."

Nick dipped his face down to mine and kissed me. He might have just been trying to get me to shut up, but as soon as I felt his lips on mine I didn't care. His tongue sought out mine, and his cock filled me up again and again. This time he wasn't just fucking me – we were making love. I could feel him testing different approaches, shifting his body to find new angles. He pressed up high with short thrusts, then he came in low and turned his hips with each gentle penetration. I let him experiment, letting out a soft moan whenever he stumbled on a style that felt particularly good. The truth was that he didn't have to work very hard to please me – I was so turned on that no matter what he did I was sure to cum.

"Is this okay?" he asked at one point. His cock was pushed into me as far as it would go and he was only moving with tiny circular pushes, causing the tip of his dick to just brush to deepest part of my insides as well as putting pressure against my clit.

"It's wonderful, Nick," I told him truthfully. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

He took the compliment with a modest laugh and went back to finding more ways to move inside me. He kissed my neck and sent tingling shivers all through me. I wanted that feeling to go on and on. I hugged my boy and melted into the moment with him.

After several minutes he suddenly tensed up and stopped.

"Wait, don't move," he said in a choked voice. "I don't want to cum yet."

I did as he asked and remained stock still until the crisis passed. He began again slowly.

"You don't need to hold back," I assured him. "It's not like this is the only time you'll ever get to do this."

"Oh. Because I wasn't sure…if this was a one-time thing…or if you might not want to do it again…with me."

"Honey," I grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled him into me, "you can have Mommy's pussy whenever you want it. We can't let your brother or father know about it, of course, but you can fuck me as much and as often as you want. Don't hold back."

Nick took me at my word and was soon pumping away between my legs. In a matter of seconds I could sense another orgasm approaching. Everything else in the world faded away, and the only thing I was aware of was the feeling of my son's cock against the inner walls of my cunt. I let out a series of staccato moans each time he rammed himself home. And just like that I was cumming again. My body writhed under him, and the moment seemed to stretch beyond the normal limits of time.

Before I was completely done, Nick whipped his dick out of me, climbed up over me and shoved his slick cock toward my face. My brain was still adrift somewhere in la-la land, but my instincts prompted me to open my mouth. Just as the head of his cock passed my lips he began spurting. The thick, warm fluid hit the back of my throat and I began sucking him. I let him fill up my mouth, and when he had spilled his last measure of semen, that's when I swallowed. The gooey mass slid down my throat, leaving a heavy coating that I would savor for a while yet.

"Holy shit, Mom, that was too fucking awesome." He flopped over onto the bed next to me like a ragdoll – a ragdoll with a big, beautiful cock.

"You won't get an argument from me." I fanned myself with my hand. "That was some seriously good fucking."

"Better than Dad?"

"Ho, I'm not going there. Let's just say it's different with you than it is with your father."

"It feels so good. You guys must do it, like, every night."

"Not since we were first married," I laughed. "You'll find that life sometimes gets in the way and you forget the things that really matter."

"Are you and Dad going to fuck tonight?"

"I don't know, maybe. Why do you ask?"

He shrugged, and I didn't think he was going to answer. "I guess it's just hot thinking about you fucking both of us in the same day."

"Now that you mention it, I suppose it is…in a twisted way."

"This whole thing is pretty twisted, when you think about it."

I turned and snuggled against his naked body. "I don't want you to feel bad about what we're doing. If you have any doubts I want you to tell me. The last thing I want is to mess up your head with all of this sex stuff."

"No, I didn't mean it like that at all. I meant twisted in a good way."

I lifted my head and gave him a dubious look.

"You know what I mean, Mom," he tried to explain. "It's something I never thought could ever happen. How many guys are even lucky enough to have a sexy mom much less get to see her naked? Who would even guess that you and me were fucking? I even thought about some of my friends doing things like jerking off with their moms and it was too weird to picture, but here we are…"

"Yup," I agreed as I cupped his soft balls in my hand, "here we are."

While I played with his balls he reached over and toyed with one of my nipples. I was so relaxed and comfortable that I was about to fall asleep next to him. Just before I nodded off, Nick's voice roused me.

"One more time?"

The boy was insatiable. I moved my hand up and found his shaft was once again stiff.

"I guess we can't let this go to waste," I said and got on top of him. "But this time I'm going to fuck you."

I lowered myself down onto his naked cock and it slid into me so easily that you'd think we were custom made for each other. I rode my son and was cumming again minutes later. This time it was one of those slow-rolling, deep-down orgasms that you can feel from your guts right through to your spine. I then got my feet under me so I was squatting on his prick and bounced up and down the length of him until he grabbed my hips and lifted me off moments before he squirted a small load up onto my ass.

One more time turned into two more times after he rolled me over onto my back and jammed his cock back into my pussy. This time it took much longer, but he banged away relentlessly giving me two more mini-orgasms. When he finally got there himself he pulled out and shot one small, single spurt of clear fluid onto my belly. I'd apparently fucked the boy dry.

"Timmy's going to be home in ten minutes," I pointed out after we had a brief time to recover. "Let's get cleaned up and presentable." I forced myself off the bed and collected my discarded lingerie.

Nick rolled over in protest. I spanked his bare ass and scolded him to put some clothes on knowing he wouldn't and headed upstairs. As I went I could feel the jizz drying on various parts of my body. As I stood under the hot spray of the shower I wondered if my pussy would be sore the next day. It had been a while since I'd had that much sex all in one session. I was actually kind of hoping I would be. Once I was clean, dried, and dressed I almost felt like a normal suburban mother again.

That feeling lasted until I opened my bedroom door and found Timmy standing there wearing nothing but a pair of my panties, sporting a big smile and a little hard-on. A mother's work is never done…

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