18 comments/ 743681 views/ 181 favorites A Mom Models For Her Son By: ahungson Maggie was shopping for underwear. Usually she went for plain white cotton ones, nothing fancy. Functional, she thought. As she made her selections, she lingered in the part of the store that specialized in more revealing underwear, thongs, teddies and g-strings. She fingered the material. It was sheer and lacy, basically see through. She couldn't believe women actually wore these; it was like wearing nothing at all. "Would you like to try that on in your size?" Maggie blushed. The sales associate was male. That was new to her, men working in women's intimate apparel. How things had changed! "This would look great with your figure," he said, picking out a black lace thong and bra. What the hell, she thought. She still had plenty of time. She disappeared into the fitting room with her selection. The associate had been right. The thong and bra made her look like a sex goddess. She still had a good body for a woman her age, better than most. Why was she hiding it? Her friend Jean had told her she should embrace her curves. She also liked how the thong and bra felt, how the string of the panties ran up her butt and was tight over her pussy lips. It made her feel sexy and wanted. Maggie paid for them at the checkout. "Hot date?" the cashier said. Maggie blushed. Sure. If staying home and cooking dinner for her husband and son qualified as a hot date. Drew was already home from school when she pulled into the driveway. "Hi mom." "Hi hun." "What did you get?" "Oh nothing," she said, trying to hide her purchases. "Come on show me. I know you're lying. Victoria's Secret. Very nice. I didn't know you shopped there." "Well, normally I don't." "Get anything nice?" "Just granny panties." "Let me see." "No Drew!" But it was too late. He had already pulled the bag away from her. Drew's mouth fell open. "Wow. That's hot." "Stop you're making me blush," Maggie said. "I didn't know you wore that kind of stuff, mom." "I don't. It was silly of me, really. Give them back. I'll go back to the store tomorrow and return them." Drew held the panties and bra away from her. "Like hell you are. This is definitely a keeper." Suddenly Maggie felt less embarrassed. "You think?" she said. Drew nodded. "You should try them on." "You mean right here?" Drew nodded. "All right," she said. "But you have to promise not to make fun. Your mother isn't 18 anymore, you know." Drew raised his right hand. "Scout's honor." "O.K. Give me a minute to change." She took the bag into the bathroom. She took a long hard look at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe what she was doing. Had it been this long since a man had shown an interest in what she wore? Whatever, she thought and undressed and slid on the thong and bra. A little tight, she thought, but it was fine. She also put on a pair of high heels to complete the outfit. Drew let out a wolf whistle when she came out of the bathroom. His eyes lit up. She felt self conscious at first, but encouraged by son's stares she started traipsing around the living room with the confidence and poise of a showgirl. "You approve?" she said. Drew was speechless. All he could do was nod. He knew his mom had a great body but this only confirmed it. He could her dark nipples poking through the fabric and the dark area in her panties where her pubic hair was. He was getting hard. She noticed the effect she was having on her son and she thought, "This old girl still has it." After this, she could never go back to white granny panties. She felt too sexy and powerful. "Can I feel the material?" Drew asked. "I guess." Drew held out his hand and touched the underside of her breast. Maggie shuddered with delight. "Mmm soft," Drew said. "Feels soft," Maggie said. Emboldened by his mother's purring, he rubber her over her panties. She moaned. Drew drew back his finger. It was moist with his mother's juices. When she wasn't looking, he put his finger up to his mouth and sucked it clean. It tasted musty and sweet. A car pulled into the driveway. "Damnit," she said. "Your father's home. I need to get dressed and hide these." During dinner, Jim asked his wife how was shopping. "It was fine," Maggie said. She looked over to her son, hoping he would keep his mouth shut. He did. Her secret was safe. That night lying bed Drew thought about his mother and the outfit she had modeled for it. It didn't take long for him to get hard. He grabbed his shaft and started stroking. He couldn't believe he was jacking off to his mom. When it was over, he had never creamed so much in his life. Given the effect she had had on Drew, Maggie thought she'd expand her wardrobe. She went back to the store the next day. The same male sales associate was there. "Back for more?" Maggie nodded. He showed her a black g-string. "This one is very popular," he said. "It'll drive your husband crazy." How about my son? Will it drive him crazy? she wanted to ask. Facing the fitting room mirror, she turned around and looked at herself over her shoulder. The g-string emphasized the roundness of her ass. Damn, she looked sexy, she thought. Drew will love this. Drew got home early from school. He went into his mother's bathroom and saw her thong and bra hanging out of the laundry hamper. He put the thong up to his face. Mmm. He could smell his mother's warm and heady scent. Pure pleasure. He wrapped it around his cock and stroked himself against the fabric until he came into the gusset of the panties. Just then he could hear his mother come in the front door. "Drew? Are you home yet?" He went downstairs to meet her. "I have a surprise for you," she said and dangled the bag from Victoria's Secret. Drew gulped. "I hope you like it," she said. She went into the bathroom and changed. She might as well have stepped out naked, so little did the g-string leave to the imagination. Drew was floored. He didn't mind the dark tuft of pubic hair that was showing. Most of all he loved how curvy and round and juicy her ass was. "This is even better than yesterday." "You think?" she said. "Your mother isn't too old to be wearing this?" "Hell no," Drew said. He was hard again. "There's only one problem," he said. "What?" she inquired. "The bra doesn't match." "It doesn't?" "No. You should take it off." "Honey," she admonished. "You don't want to see your mother's old tits." "Of course I do. You could be on the cover of Playboy." "That's very flattering but I don't believe you. "Please." "O.K. Close your eyes." When he did, she unhooked her bra. "All right. You can open them now." When he did, he saw his half naked mother standing before him, covering up a breast in each hand. They were way too big to be completely concealed by each hand. Only her nipples were out of sight. Drew was speechless. "This is all you get to see," she said. "Come on, mom, lower your hands. Please." "That's not fair. I'm half naked and you're still fully dressed." "O.K. mom, I'll level the playing field." Drew started unbuttoning his shirt. Maggie watched lecherously as her son stripped down to his boxers shorts. He had a great body and Maggie could tell from the bulge in his crotch that he was hung like a horse. "Will you show me your breasts now?" Drew asked. "But you're still dressed," Maggie said. Drew lowered his boxers and kicked them at the ankles. "Happy now?" he said, cocking a hand on his hips and standing fully naked before his mother. His penis was engorged, not fully erect, but hard enough to give Maggie a preview of his length and girth. Maggie licked her lips. "O.K. A Deal's a deal," she said and lowered her hands, revealing her breasts in all their glory. They were big and full and hung heavy. "Do you like them?" she said Drew nodded. He was growing bigger by the second. What had started as mild erection had by now evolved into a full blown hard on. Drew was fully erect and he wasn't bashful. Maggie caught herself staring, thinking of all the things she'd like to do with it. And the fact that boys his age could stay hard for hours, and not turn over and fall asleep like her husband, drove her wild. Drew took a step closer to his mother. "What are you doing?" she said. "Trust me." He was standing toe to toe with her, but not fully touching. "Can I feel them?" "I don't see why not," she said. His hands reached out and cupped each breast beneath the swell. He weighed each tit in his hand, feeling their heavy sag. Maggie was loving every minute of it, though she tried hard not to betray her feelings. She wanted to show some restraint. As long as she did she felt she wasn't crossing the line with her son. She shuddered as his fingers grew increasingly tiny concentric circles around her areolas. Her nipples hardened and her pussy was dripping. She could feel herself letting go and desire taking over. It was in this moment of heady passion that Drew leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. At first she didn't know what was going on, so fast her head was spinning, but as soon as she did she locked lips with him and filled his mouth with her tongue. She couldn't remember the last time she French kissed someone, let alone her own son who was standing before her naked, fully erect. To kiss her Drew had edged closer and now his cock was pressing up against her stomach. It was rock hard and it was coating her with precum. She reached down and grabbed it by the base. Drew became completely still, powerless in her grasp. She smiled, cognizant of her power over him, and slowly began to stroke him. Her fingertips barely reached around the shaft, yet she seemed to coax an even harder erection from him. In between moans Drew said, "Mom this is amazing." "Shhh," she said. "Be quiet and let me do my job." "Your job?" "Yes, my job to keep my son happy and satisfied. Are you happy and satisfied?" "Oh yes. More than ever." "Well, brace yourself, there's more." What was she talking about. This was amazing. What more could there be? Maggie lowered herself to her knees, her son's dick inches from her face. She cupped his heavy balls in her hand and stared in amazement at the long shiny shaft. There was enough there to make any woman happy. She stroked the shaft up and down, squeezing out a fat drop of precum which she licked with the tip of her tongue. Drew looked down and caught his mother's eye. She had a wild lustful look and she ran her tongue up and down the shaft. Drew's knees almost buckled under the weight of his pleasure. "It's been a long time since I've given a proper blow job," she said. "How am I doing so far?" "You're doing great," Drew said. As he said this, the head of his cock disappeared inside her mouth. She purred and he felt his body tingle. She worked the shaft as she sucked on the head like a lolly. Just then the sound of car pulling into the driveway could be heard. "Shit," his mother said. "Your dad again. Quick get dressed." She ran up to her room to cover herself up and the front door opened and her husband said, "Honey, I'm home." It was torture for Drew to sit through dinner across from his mom who only hours ago was on her knees worshipping his cock. They exchanged shy glances and smiles. When dinner was over Drew said, "I'll help with the dishes, mom." "No son, that's my job," Jim said. Maggie said, "Honey, why don't you relax? You've had such a long day. Drew and I can finish up." "Fine. Knock yourselves out. I'm going to take a shower." Yes! Drew thought. He followed his mother in the kitchen carrying plates. As soon as the door swung shut behind them, they locked into a deep passionate embrace and kissed. "Should we finish what we started? Maggie said. "We should," Drew said. She unzipped his fly and his cock sprang out. He had been nursing a boner throughout dinner. "Wow it looks even bigger than before," she said. "This is going to be my desert." Drew came quickly and unceremoniously, filling the back of her mouth with rope after rope of hot cum. Maggie tilted her head back and gargled before swallowing it all. Drew was spent. "Thanks mom." "No problem dear. Now help me clean up these dishes." The next day Drew came home early from school, hoping to catch his mother alone before. All day he had been fantasizing about her. The blowjob she had given him in the kitchen felt like a dream, not quite real. For a minute, he wondered whether it had ever happened at all or whether it was a product of his overactive and horny imagination. "Mom?" "I'm up here honey." He followed the sound of her voice up to her bedroom. She was leaning in the doorway of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a g-string. Immediately Drew got a hard on. "I've been waiting for you," she said. "Come here, let me show you something." She opened up the laundry hamper and showed him the soiled panties he had come into. "Did you do this?" For a second Drew thought he was in trouble. Sheepishly, he nodded. "I thought so," she said. "Am I in trouble?" "No," she said, grinding her thigh against his crotch. "I want you to break in all my new underwear like that." Drew gulped as his mother bent forward and slid the g-string down her legs, through her ankles. Drew picked the underwear off the floor and brought it to his face. He undressed and sat down on the toilet seat as his mother, naked, watched. He wrapped the g-string around his erect shaft and used it, like a glove, to stroke himself. Within minutes, he came into the gusset of her panties. Quickly, she grabbed them back. "I don't want any of your cum going to waste," she said as she slid the g-string back on. Slowly, she could feel her cunt being saturated with her son's copious amounts of cum. Drew was still hard. Maggie pointed her curled toes at his hard on. "What are we going to do about that?" she said. Drew grinned, hoping his mother would go down on him, but she had other ideas. Grabbing his cock by the base, she led him to the marital bed. Her hips swayed left to right as she preceded him. Maggie sat on the bed. "No one's had sex on this bed for years," she said. "It needs to be broken in." Drew was standing before her, hard as a rock. Maggie looked up at him with starry eyes. "Are you sure you're ready for this? Are you ready to satisfy your mother's needs—I have lots of them?" Drew nodded. "Should I put on a condom?" Maggie shook her head. "No, I want to feel your cum inside me." Drew couldn't believe what he was hearing, nor what he was about he see: his mother rearing up her hind legs as she kneeled on the bed on all fours, exposing her lovely ass to him. She wagged her ass at him enticingly and pulled the string of her panties to the side. Her swollen pussy lips stared out at him. Drew got up behind her and grabbed her hips, sliding his cock up to the hilt. Being inside her felt like warm butter, all soft and warm. Drew moaned. Maggie looked back at her son over her shoulder. His face was frozen in pleasure. She began to rock her hips back and forth, slowly milking her son. Drew picked up the pace, his hips slamming against hers. "O God mom I'm going to cum." "Go head dear, fill me up. Fill your mother up with your juice." When he did, Drew collapsed exhausted on his mother's back. She gave him a chaste kiss on the cheeks and went into the bathroom to clean herself up. A Mom Models For Her Son Ch. 02 "How about these?" Drew said, holding a garter belt and stockings. "They could work," Maggie said. "I also need to get new underwear. I'm running out," she winked. Drew knew what she meant. Ever since they had started fooling around together, she had to change panties as much as twice a day, so often were they having sex. Drew followed his mother into a fitting room stall and locked the door behind him. There was barely enough room for both of them to stand up in it. They were chest to chest, inches away from each other. Drew was the one who initiated the kissing. Maggie draped her arms around her son's broad shoulders, as Drew gripped her at the waist. They sucked on each other's tongue and saliva until their mouths were dry, so intense was their longing. Maggie looked down at the raging hard on Drew had developed in his pants. "I think I need to get you home," she smiled. They paid for their new selections at the register and drove home together, Maggie massaging the bulge in her son's crotch all the way home. She delighted at the thought of all the cum that was building up in his balls. Once, after they hadn't had sex for an entire weekend, Drew had filled a shot glass to the brim with his cum. Maggie had licked her lips and swished around the contents of the glass before downing it in one full swoop. She loved her son's cum, loved how bitter and thick it tasted. When they got home, Maggie went straight to the bathroom and changed into her new outfit: stockings and garter belt. When she came out, Drew was lying on the marital bed, naked. Maggie got a real kick out of having sex with Drew on the very same bed in which she slept with her husband at night. The husband had no idea, even though once when she and Drew weren't careful Drew had cum in the sheets and they had forgotten to wash them. Maggie stood in the doorway of the bedroom, her hand cocked on her hip. "What do you think?" Drew's mouth was gaping. His cock, all nine inches of it, was fully erect. "I think you look amazing." Maggie smiled. "That's my boy." And she got in bed with him. She straddled him and rode him within an inch of his life, pausing whenever she knew he was close and then starting up again. This way, when he did cum, he would shoot loads upon loads. When Drew was spent, Maggie rolled off him and they lay in bed together staring at the ceiling. "Aren't you going to take your pill?" Drew asked. Maggie had been on the pill ever since Drew was born. But recently she had stopped taking it. "I think I want to have another child," Maggie said. "Does that scare you?" "It doesn't," Drew said. "It would make me the happiest man in the world." "Are you serious?" "I am." Maggie leaned over and kissed him. "You know having a baby is a lot of work." "You mean changing diapers," Drew said. "No," she said, circling his stomach with her finger. "In bed, I mean. You more have to do it several times to ensure conception." Drew gulped. "We'd have to do it while I'm ovulating." That was the problem. Their love making was sporadic and unplanned at best. They only did it when her husband was out of town or at work. Sometimes they would go weeks without having sex, which only made it all the more passionate when they did. "We'll have to go away for the weekend," she said. "And your father sure as hell can't come along." The thought of spending the weekend alone with his mother tantalized him. "When?" "I'll talk to your father. I'll see what I can do." Then she looked at her watch. "You know, he won't be home for another hour." Drew grinned. He was already hard again. Maggie convinced her husband that she was taking Drew away for the weekend to visit colleges. "That sounds like an excellent idea," the husband said. "When do we leave?" "I was thinking just Drew and I would go. You could stay here and relax. Have your friends over and play poker." He thought about it. "You know what, that sounds like a great idea. I haven't had a guy's night in ages. You're sweet to think of me that way." "No problem, dear. It's my pleasure." Maggie and Drew left on a Friday afternoon after work. They drove to a motel on the outskirts of town where no one would recognize them. Drew stayed in the car while Maggie asked about a room. When she came back to the car, she was all smiles. "What did you get?" Drew asked. "All they had left was the honeymooners' suite." "How appropriate." The room had a heart shaped bed, a Jacuzzi and ice cold champagne and strawberries. Drew popped the cork on the champagne and poured them two glasses. "To us," he said. "I'll drink to that," Maggie said. "I'm going to take a shower, all right sweetheart?" And she kissed him on the cheek. Maggie didn't bother closing the door to the bathroom and Drew watched her undress from the vantage point of the bed. She still had a great body, curvy enough to make any man drop to his knees. She pulled off her panties and Drew noticed that she had shaved. He was flattered that she had done that for him, although he didn't mind her dark tuft of pubic hair. In fact, he liked it. It made her seem more womanly, not like these plastic bimbos one sees on TV. She turned on the shower head and started to lather her breasts. They were large and heavy and pale, with areolas as wide as saucers. Drew loved that about her. He loved how her nipples filled his mouth. And once she started lactating, they would only grow bigger. Drew could look forward to that. She then directed her lathering to her nether regions, to her shaved pussy and heart shaped ass. Drew could eat off that ass. In fact, he enjoyed tonguing her asshole as much as her pussy. Sometimes, if he was lucky, she would let him in the backdoor. She liked it enough, she said, but it left her sore for days, so long and thick was Drew's shaft and so tight was her anus. In recent months, she had been trying to loosen it to accommodate Drew's large penis by exercising her sphincter muscles and playing with vibrators. The problem with anal sex, Maggie soon realized, was that once a man had a taste of it, he soon lost interest in other aspects of sex. And if she was going to get pregnant, anal sex would be of no help. "Honey, can you pass me a wash cloth?" Maggie shouted from the bathroom. "Why, of course, mom." He walked into the bathroom and passed the cloth over the top of the shower door. Maggie could tell he was staring. "You can stay if you want," she said. "I'd like that." He had been nursing a boner on the drive over. Maggie had refused to give him relief, however, wanting him to save up his energy and sperm for tonight. "Drew!" Maggie said. He had started to undress and was stepping into the shower with her. Her protests were in vain. He was no sooner standing naked beside her in the shower stall, his cock fully erect. "Can you get my back, sweetie?" And she turned her back to him. Drew started to rub the cloth over her shoulders and back, but he couldn't keep his eyes off her ass, glistening with soapy water. He took a step closer so his dick was pushing up against her ass cheeks. Maggie moaned. "Not there honey," she said. But Drew wasn't listening to her. He grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her forward so she was bent over. "Drew! I said no!" With the soapy water running between her ass, it was easy for Drew to negotiate his penis into her anal canal. The head pushed in past her tight sphincter easily enough, and the rest of his cock seemed to be swallowed up whole by her ass. He had never been in so deep. Maggie steadied herself against the shower door. Her knees almost buckled. "Drew, stop it," she said. But who was she kidding? She liked it as much as he did. Drew pumped in and out, staring down at his penis as it stretched out her pink pucker beyond belief. The exercising and vibrators had worked. She was more supple now, her anus just another cavity like her mouth and her pussy longing to be filled by his young man cock. "Oh Drew," Maggie said, fully giving in to the weight of his longing. "Fuck me in the asshole. Fuck it good." With one hand she reached underneath herself and cupped Drew's hanging balls. They were full and heavy. She massaged them as Drew neared orgasm. His breathing became faster, more shallow as he thrusted with greater urgency, wrapping his arms around his mother's waist like a dog in heat. This was not how Maggie had wanted to start their weekend, bent over in the shower, being fucked in the ass, especially when the person doing the ass fucking was her son. "Harder, Drew. Harder. Fuck me in the ass. Fuck me in the ass." Drew complied. He felt a small tingle in his balls as his cum worked its way up from his prostate, up the shaft, through his pee hole and into his mom's stretched asshole. Maggie felt the onslaught of cum in her ass like a great gushing. Drew moaned and he lay still, letting his mom squeeze every last drop out of him with her contracting asshole. His penis became flaccid and it popped out of her ass of its own accord. Drew was spent. Maggie straightened up and turned around and kissed Drew on the lips. "Thank you, honey. That was wonderful." "No, thank you." "Now, go lie down and rest. You'll need your energy for later tonight." Drew did as he was told. His head was swirling with pleasure. His mother had never let him cum in her ass until tonight. He realized that everything would change after this, that his mother for all intensive purposes would become not only his lover but also his wife. Once she let him cum in her ass and pussy, there was no turning back. Drew turned on the TV and watched a Seinfeld rerun. When his mother was done in the bathroom, she came out wearing a white terry cloth robe. "Come on, mister. Scoot over," she said, lowering herself onto the bed. She also took off the robe. Drew saw her heavy breasts hang as she bent down to pull back the covers. They got in bed together and turned off the TV and the lights. Maggie's hair smelled nice and her hairless body was smooth as silk. Drew nuzzled against her in the dark. "This is nice," she said. "Just the two of us." "I wish it could be like this all the time," he said. "You mean forever?" Drew nodded. "Maybe we shouldn't go back," Maggie said. "Maybe we shouldn't. We can start a life together, somewhere far away from here." "Do you really want that, Drew. Do you want me now and forever?" "I do," Drew said. "Oh honey," she said and kissed him on the forehead. "You're sweet." "What was that?" he said. "Give me a real kiss." "Okay," she said and their mouths opened and received each other's tongues. "How was that?" "Better," Drew said. Maggie could feel Drew harden underneath the sheets. It always flattered her that he became hard around her. Sometimes she would be doing the dishes and he would come up behind her and kiss the back of her neck and press his raging hard on into her backside. That usually spelled trouble. She never could resist his advances. Maggie reached down and tugged at his cock. It was bigger and harder than she ever remembered it. "Are you ready for round two?" she said. Drew stared into her eyes and nodded. "Tell me what I have to do." "Okay," she said. She pulled back the covers and put a pillow under her hips and lay down on her back. She pulled back her legs, revealing the creamy whiteness of her thighs. "I know this isn't the most exciting position, Drew. But it works best for conception." Drew knew what he had to do. He got on top of her. Her heavy breasts were flattened against his hard chest. Their faces were inches apart. Maggie was breathing hard. Drew leaned down and kissed her. Then Maggie could feel his nine inches penetrate her. She let out a gasp, which Drew silenced with another kiss. "Oh Drew you're so big," she said. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him close. Drew started pumping. This was the most romantic and passionate sex they had ever had. "I love mom," Drew said. "I love you too son. Now make mommy a baby." When Drew came, quietly and profusely, she held onto him and kept him on top of her and the two of them fell slept, locked in a permanent embrace. Drew woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and eggs. Maggie had brought him breakfast in bed. "Eat up," she said. "You need your protein." Drew ate, sitting up in bed as he watched his mother fix her hair in the mirror. First she bent down so her hair fell in a cascade toward the floor. When she straightened up, she flipped her hair over the back of her shoulders and pinned it back. Maggie caught Drew staring in the mirror. She smiled. "What are you looking at, mister?" she said. "You," he said and he put aside the plate of food. "You and how gorgeous you look." He walked up behind her so he was standing right behind her. Maggie was naked and Drew stared up and down at her body in the mirror and kissed her neck. Maggie blushed. She could feel his dick digging into her backside. Drew's hands run up and down the curves of her body, finally resting on her swollen breasts. They were big in Drew's hands and he squeezed them and massaged them. Maggie cocked her head to the side so she and Drew could kiss. She then reached around and grabbed Drew's cock at the base and started to stroke it. Drew moaned and part of his body went limp. Whenever his mother grabbed him there, he lost control. Maggie knew he wanted to fuck her ass again but she wasn't going to let him, not if she wanted a baby. She tugged harder at his cock and turned around so they were face to face. She looked up at him and kissed him while she continued to stroke his manhood. "You had your breakfast. Now I want mine," she said and she dropped to her knees in front of her son's cock. She wasted no time putting it in her mouth and pushing the head as far back as it would go into the back of her throat. Meanwhile, she stroked the base and massaged his swollen balls. When he came, she dutifully swallowed it all. Drew was speechless as she coaxed every last drop out of him. When she straightened up, she sighed and said, "That was a mistake. I should have made you cum in my pussy." "I'm sorry," Drew said. "It wasn't your fault. I guess I just got caught up in the moment. Besides, last night you filled me up good. I don't think anyone's ever cum that much inside me." This flattered Drew and he took her in his arms and hugged her. "I love you," he said. She looked up at him with misty eyes. "Did you really mean what you said last night about running away together?" Drew nodded. "I did. Any man would be crazy not to run away with you." "You're sweet," she said and noticed he was staring lasciviously at her breasts. "But you're thinking with your cock, not your heart." "How do you know mom? I've loved you more than you know. This isn't a one time thing. I've been fantasizing about you ever since I hit puberty. You're my ideal of feminine beauty. Other women can't even hold a candle close to her." Maggie blushed. "I always dreamed you'd say that. I used to feel bad that I had desires for you. I'd tell myself, Get a hold of yourself, he's your son for crying out loud." "I felt the same way mom. Every night after you tucked me in, I'd have a raging hard on for hours. I could only imagine what it would feel like to be in you." Drew picked her up and carried her back to the bed. "What are you doing?" she said. "Trust me," he said. She lay her head back, giving into her son's desires. He started in her ass. It was wet enough that it took his cock without difficulty. She didn't tell him to stop. It was pointless. If he wanted her ass, he would have her ass. She tried to clear her head and relax her sphincter as Drew slid every inch of himself inside. She had read that it helped to imagine herself exhaling through her asshole. She did and it seemed to open up her ass like never before. She could tell that Drew liked it, for he was pumping as he never had before inside her without regard to pain or pleasure. She couldn't stop him for she needed him, needed him more than she ever did in this moment. Just as she thought he was about to cum, he pulled out quickly and switched holes filling up your pussy. Seconds later, he came with a torrent inside her. She was stunned. It had all happened so fast. As Drew lay exhausted on top of her she rubbed his back. "That's a good sweetie," she said. "You filled mommy up good." They lay there, his flaccid penis still inside her, going limper by the second. She couldn't remember having fucked so often in a 24-hour period. Sure, her ass was sore but she loved every minute of it, loved how her son desired her. By now she had had all her cavities filled by her son's cum, the holy trinity, ass, mouth, pussy. If this didn't get her pregnant, she didn't know what would.