0 comments/ 347732 views/ 54 favorites Anything For Mom By: naughtymom4321 Chapter 1: A Vacation To Remember Serena was furious. She was absolutely spitting nails mad, and anyone within a quarter mile of the house surely knew it. She vented her anger loudly and with abandon. She just knew this exact scenario was going to come up. She'd been a fool to hope otherwise, but ever the optimist, she'd tried. She'd spent so much time planning this vacation on a small but lively island in the Canadian Maritimes, hoping she might be able to somehow salvage her marriage and keep her small family unit intact. Every other time in the last two years she'd planned some sort of family getaway, her husband backed out, claiming a "business emergency". This time, she planned a vacation where it would be relatively hard to leave once there. She hoped she could have some time with her husband, maybe re-ignite the old spark they'd once felt. Maybe try to get her 18 year old son to make some sort of connection with his stepfather. All in all, just get away from the rat race and relax. At first, it seemed like it might actually happen. While hubby wasn't exactly thrilled to be going, he seemed accepting enough - no complaints voiced. Then he dropped his bombshell, mere hours before they were set to leave. Yet another, "unexpected business emergency" had come up and he couldn't go. That's when she went ballistic. Business emergency my ass! More like a chance to fuck that slut secretary of his! She thought. That's what it was, that's what it had always been. His slut of a secretary. She tore into her husband with venomous rage, lashing him mercilessly with her tongue. Finally, shaking with rage, tears spilling from her eyes, she'd stomped to her room and slammed the door shut. She sat on the bench in front of her vanity, forehead in the palm of her hand. Shortly, there was a small, tentative knock on her door. Before she could loose another verbal barrage, she heard her son Derek's voice, asking what was wrong. She sobbed again. She didn't want her son to see her like this, but she needed someone to talk to. "You might as well come on in," she said her voice still edged with anger and frustration. He did, gingerly stepping into her room. "You OK, Mom?" he asked gently, moving closer. "No! That asshole husband of mine did it again, backing out at the last minute. He didn't have the decency to say anything sooner, and I'll bet a year's pay he knew all along he wasn't going. There it goes again, everything messed up! I've already paid for everything." "That's OK, Mom." "No it isn't OK damn it! I'm tired of his fucking games. God, I was so looking forward to getting away for a couple of weeks, go somewhere quiet." Derek adored his mother, and seeing her so angry, frustrated, and disappointed, made his heart ache. He came up behind her and saw the tears trickling down her face. He hesitantly reached out and touched her shoulder, not sure what to say. Then a thought struck him. It sent a queer surge through him, and he blurted it out. "Well, maybe we can go anyway? He doesn't have to be there, he'd only make us miserable." Suddenly, his heart was pounding, his insides leaden. The chance to be alone with his mother was something he'd dreamed of and prayed for. She sighed but didn't answer right away. Of course it was the best option under the circumstances - a lot better than sitting here and stewing. "Oh, honey, why would you want to be alone with your old mother for two weeks?" If you only knew, he thought. "'Cause I love you and I know how important this is to you. I was kinda looking forward to going myself." This last was a bold-faced lie, but it sounded good. "Besides, you wanted this to be a family vacation, and to me we're the only real family." Bitterness suddenly welled up in Derek. "He's not part of our family, not to me." For a second, Derek thought he might have said too much. For years, he'd struggled to keep his feelings on the subject of his step-father in check for his mother's sake. It was getting harder to keep those feelings inside, and sometimes they slipped out. This time, he didn't regret it. "Besides, we can have fun, just the two of us." Serena sniffled, and a small smile appeared on her face. She looked back at her son. She was very much aware that he was her boy. She knew he'd never been happy that she'd gotten married, knew on some level it had been devastating to him, but he never complained. She'd always felt pangs of guilt for letting another man into their lives, yet at the time, it seemed so important that Derek have a father figure around, and she have a man for herself. Whatever his feelings about it, he remained her totally devoted mamma's boy. Now, looking back at her son, she saw an achingly beautiful young man who more and more often stirred feelings in her that were decidedly sexual, feelings which were at once frightening and thrilling. She looked at him for a long moment, searching his face. Yes, he was beautiful, and the adoration he felt for her was there to see. She suddenly felt a warm, pleasant flush wash over her. At last, she said, "Are you sure?' "Oh yeah I'm sure." She closed her eyes and laid her head back so it was resting on his chest. Oh yes, the flush she felt was undeniably sexual. "I should have known you were the only one I could ever really count on," she said softly. "Alright, We'll go, just you and me and we'll show that asshole we don't need him." To Derek, those words were sweet music. **** Serena was the quintessential Soccer Mom. Had a Madison Avenue agency been looking for someone to play the role in an ad campaign, she would have been a perfect fit. At 36, she was the right age. She was prettier than the average suburban soccer Mom, with her shoulder-length, curly blonde hair, bright green eyes, and a lush mouth, but she wasn't a stark beauty. At 5'4" and 130 or so pounds, she carried no extra weight, and she was blessed in that her build came naturally. The only regular exercise she got was vigorous walking several days a week. As with the Madison Avenue image of a soccer Mom, she had a career, and a successful one at that. Her father had made something of a name for himself in the local community as a property owner. When he died four years ago, he'd left her several apartment buildings and a decent sum of money. She suddenly found herself a landlord, and she quickly excelled in her new found career. She could be cold and ruthless bitch when she had to be. Along the way, she'd gotten her real estate license, and she began to dabble in buying and selling properties. It didn't take long before she was making a tidy income from her business dealings. She certainly wasn't rich, but she was successful enough that she could live decently, even without her husband's income. Derek was active in sports - soccer in the fall, wrestling in the winter, and baseball in the spring, and she was faithful about attending every one of his games. She made sure he always got to where he needed to be. She even drove that symbol of Soccer-Mom hood, a minivan. And of course, she was a member of the PTA and the school's athletic booster association. If you were to pass her on the street, or see her driving about town in her minivan, or see her in the local Wal-Mart, she might have drawn an extra look and a fleeting thought that she was really nice looking, but she wouldn't have stood out in your mind as anything exceptional, just a typical middle-class suburban mother. You wouldn't remember her 5 minutes after seeing her. Now she was driving down the interstate in her mini-van, Derek dozing in the passenger seat. The drive would be long, better than 5 hours just to reach the ferry that would carry them to the island. They'd had to get up at three in the morning. Now, the sun was just peaking over the horizon, and they were well on their way. She hoped they'd reach the Canadian border in time to be at the ferry before afternoon. Last night, after deciding to continue on with her vacation plans, she went to her husband and unleashed a final verbal broadside. "You can rot for all I care! We're going, and fuck you and the bitch that gave birth to you!" It felt good to let her anger flow freely. She looked over at her sleeping son, and smiled. She adored him. He'd always been the light of her life, and it was funny how he remained the only male she felt she could rely on, through thick and thin. It was impossible not to see how beautiful he was, how physically attractive he was. He wasn't all that big, certainly less than 6 feet tall and not an ounce more than 175, but he was built almost perfectly. Sleek and muscular without being muscle-bound, and in the last couple of years, he'd lost his adolescent angularity and awkwardness. He had her slightly curly blonde hair, which he always wore neat and short. He also had her bright green eyes. He had his father's strong, clean jaw line and elegant nose. Was it any wonder he stirred sexual feelings in her? She was, after all, a woman who'd always had passionate sexual appetites, and he was the kind of young man who'd stir any woman's desire. She stared at the highway unfolding before her and let her mind drift to sex. The problem with sex, as far as she was concerned, was simply that she never got enough. Sex is what first attracted her to Derek's father, and as far as she was concerned, the time she was with him was the most sexually satisfying time of her life. His father was every bit as good looking as Derek, and he was hung like a horse. His appetites matched hers, and for several months, it had been phenomenal. They fucked constantly, fucked like rabbits, four or five times a day. They tried anything and everything they could think of, different positions, dangerous and exciting places, anal, oral, they even found a couple of girls willing to join them for threesomes. It had been sheer paradise. Then, it ended almost instantly. She was pregnant. She thought Derek's father would be thrilled. She was certainly thrilled. She thought they were in love, and a child would be a welcome addition to their family. It wasn't to be. As good looking as he was, as passionate and loving and gentle as he could be, the instant he sniffed commitment, he vanished. Gone like the proverbial puff of smoke, leaving her to her own devices. She went from making passionate love multiple times a day to nothing at all literally overnight. Worse still was the abandonment, the devastating emotional blow to her soul, the realization she was on her own. She quickly struggled to get her mind on track and deal with her situation. She sublimated her intense sexual drive into preparing herself to bring a new life into the world and raise her as yet unborn child properly. Driving down the road, a memory welled up suddenly and without warning, something she hadn't thought about in many years. The sexual desires never really went away, even after Derek was born. In fact, when she fed him, the sensations nursing gave her, with his wet, toothless mouth suckling her nipple, were pleasurable. She often found herself looking forward to feeding time simply because of the pleasure it gave her She hadn't consciously thought of that in many years, and having it well up now jangled her nerves. She sighed and lit a cigarette, cracking the window so it wouldn't bother Derek. She tried to think of other things, but the image wouldn't go away. She shifted in her seat and felt rather than heard her cunt squish. She was wet, and the too familiar ache in her loins was back. In the years after Derek was born, she channeled her energies into raising him. He was the center of her life. She lavished love and affection on him, and he thrived on it. Her family, rather well-off by the standards of their community, ensured she and Derek had all the basics, nonetheless, she worked hard, getting her certification as a cosmetologist and building a reputation working out of a few small local salons. It was work she enjoyed and it was flexible enough to allow her to be heavily involved in Derek's life. Yet the sexual hunger never went away, at times becoming intolerable. When masturbating was no longer enough to make it bearable, she would go out and find someone to fuck. It was risky and she knew it, but sometimes there was no other choice. The men she fucked were not the kind of men she'd ever consider bringing home. They were tools to be used to take care of a need, and given the kind of men they were, it was a perfectly acceptable arrangement all around. It seemed the older she got, the sharper her sexual pangs became. Sometimes it seemed she was horny every waking second, her need a constant low-grade fever. Then she met Dan. He seemed different from the typical guy she'd tangle with in a one-night stand. He was good-looking, kind, sensitive, and a good lover in bed. He wasn't as passionate as Derek's father had been, but suddenly, her sexual needs were being tended to with pleasant frequency. He was close to her in age, and he was a successful businessman, which was especially appealing. She thought - hoped. Derek might do well with a strong male role-model to guide him. So, when Dan proposed, she accepted. She saw right from the beginning that Derek wasn't happy with the new arrangement. She supposed that was natural. Perhaps, she reasoned, it was just a phase, but Derek never did warm up to his step-father. He remained as devoted to her as ever, and she made sure she continued to lavish love and affection on him. While it wasn't perfect, it seemed workable. At first, things went well. They settled into a comfortable routine. While Dan wasn't nearly as sexually passionate and adventurous as she might have liked, he was good and attentive, and five times a week sure beat the hell out of five times a year (and that would have been an exceptional year!). It was after her father died and she inherited his business that things started to go downhill. It was especially noticeable after she became successful. Dan became more withdrawn, started spending more and more time at the office, and the lovemaking fell off until once a week was the norm. Serena seemed able to ignore the change. After all, she was busy with her own career and Derek's school and activities, and she'd learned very well over the lean years all about sublimating her desires. She wanted things to work out, so she tried to believe everything was alright. A little over a year ago, she got her first unmistakable warning that all wasn't well when Dan suddenly left a Disney World vacation to tend to a "business emergency" back home. He was vague about just what the emergency was, and she didn't press too hard (those things did happen). When it happened again during a winter skiing vacation, she started to suspect he was seeing someone on the side - his secretary was the prime suspect, a pretty little gold-digger Serena hated. Even more disturbing, she saw enough of his business paperwork to suspect that he was cooking the books. It was all very ominous. They fought more and more, and sex became a thing of the past. Still, she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, one last chance. This vacation was that last chance. Her worst fears were confirmed when he backed out last night. Now, it was simply a matter of how and when to end it. In her reverie, she almost missed the exit off the interstate. She muttered, "Oh shit," but she made it. She sighed and looked over at Derek again, still dozing next to her. There was the love of her life, the one constant, the one she could always count on. She felt a guilty pang. How much had she hurt him since she'd brought Dan into their lives? Sometimes, she felt she'd let him down in a fundamental way. Maybe it was good that things were working out this way. Perhaps she could use this time to make it up to him. Chapter 2 On the Boat The boat's horn sounded a long blast, the deck rumbled as the engines revved up, and suddenly they were moving. The big ferry slid from its moorings and backed into the harbor. They'd passed through customs and stopped at the currency exchange, and still made it to the ferry landing in plenty of time to make the 10 o'clock crossing. A line people were forming at the galley to purchase breakfast. She wasn't at all hungry, but what about Derek? He was standing next to her, staring out the window at the landscape scudding by. "Are you hungry, honey?" she asked. "Do you want to get something to eat?" He looked at her for a moment, knew she wasn't interested in food, and said, "Nah, I'm all set Mom." "Are you sure?" He was standing close to her, and she liked that. "Yeah, I'm all set." "Well, I'm going out onto the deck so I can have a cigarette. Want to come? Maybe we'll see a whale." "Sure, let's go. It's awful cramped in here." He opened the heavy door for her and she stepped over the transom onto the starboard deck. At first, it was as warm as was on land, but as she lead the way to the stern and stepped into the open, the breeze came off the cold Atlantic and it was impressively chilly. Serena shuddered, glad she'd put on her windbreaker. She shuddered, and said, "Ooo, chilly out here! They weren't kidding." She lit a cigarette and stepped to the rail, and he came up behind her. Just being alone with her like this was enough to make his cock begin to harden. Heart thudding, not sure how she would react, he put his hands on her waist and moved close to her. It was a light embrace, but definitely the embrace of a lover rather than a son. Serena gently pressed back against her son; let him embrace her, felt the subtle swell of his manhood against her bottom. It felt good. His arms were strong but gentle, the embrace very loving. Yes, it felt good. She was very much aware of his erection, and that, even more than the embrace, pleased her. He was young, so exceptionally good looking and he was aroused. There was really no better salve for a bruised ego than knowing she could stir such a beautiful young man. The ache in her loins intensified. It had been so long since she'd been fucked. She was aware that it was her own son who was stirring these feelings in her, and suddenly she thought I don't care! It felt so good to be held in such a loving, gentle embrace, to feel a man close to her. If it was her son, so be it. She rested back against him and said, staring out at the gray water surging past, "I'm sorry, honey." "What?" Derek said. "I'm sorry. I had such high hopes for this vacation." Derek rested his chin on her shoulder, not sure what to say. "You don't have to be sorry, Mom. I'd much rather spend a vacation with just you any day." Now his voice became heated, angry. "Who needs him, anyway? I never liked him. The way he treats you! I'd never treat you that way." And it was true. In his eyes, his mother was a near goddess, to be worshipped and pampered. If she'd only let him have a chance, he'd show her how she should be treated. He'd always been her boy - always. For the first 11 years of his life, it had been just the two of them. He never knew his biological father, and Serena rarely spoke of him, and that was just fine. For 11 glorious years, it was just the two of them, a sweet, loving, beautiful boy and his doting mother. She was lavish in her love and affection. There was never a time when the mere sight of his mother didn't stir wonderful aching feelings in him. For 11 glorious years, he was secure that he and his mother were in this world as one. Then it all seemed to collapse. For reasons an 11-year-old boy couldn't understand his mother suddenly brought a man into their universe. It was a shattering experience. He wasn't a stupid boy, and on a certain level he understood it was all perfectly reasonable. Women had husbands and boyfriends, that's the way the world worked. His mother was, after all, no different than other women. He had to accept it. If that's what she wanted, he wouldn't - couldn't - do anything that would make her upset. If she wanted him to accept this new arrangement, he would, but he didn't have to like it, and he didn't have to like the interloper who'd so brazenly pushed Derek from the throne beside his mother. Anything For Mom Ch. 03 Serena shifted her body and snuggled closer to Derek. She sought his eyes with hers. For a moment, before he looked shyly away, she saw awe in his beautiful green eyes. She smiled and gently caressed his cheek with her fingers. She lifted his chin so she could look into his eyes again, and this time he didn’t look away. Now she saw uncertainty underlying the wonder. She drew his lips to hers, kissed him softly. “My baby,” she murmured, her eyes searching his face. She brushed a strand of hair back on his forehead, looked back into his eyes. Serena understood that whatever happened next would be critical to where they went from now on. She had led her son over a line. She couldn’t undo that, even if she wanted to. They could never go back to where they were even 12 hours before – not now, not after this particular Pandora’s Box had been opened. For the briefest of moments, she felt a surge of panic, fed by instinctive guilt, well up in her. But it passed as quickly as it rose up. Guilt and shame would surely destroy both of them, and she would not allow those feelings to take over. The only other option was to nurture what they had created when their bodies joined. She continued caressing his face, searching him with her eyes. She could see that he was overwhelmed by what they had done, and he wasn’t emotionally prepared to do anything more than follow her down whatever path she chose. She kissed him again, this time dipping her tongue softly into his mouth. She pulled her lips away, but let her tongue linger and trace over his parted lips. He moved his hands tentatively over her back, instinctively stroking her soft skin lightly with the pads of his fingers. It sent a delicious shudder over her. “My precious baby,” she said softly. “That was wonderful.” The intensity of the experience left Derek emotionally vulnerable. In the moments after the ferocity of his orgasm faded, he felt frightened and uncertain. He half expected his mother to rise up in revulsion and scream out, “What have we done?” Instead, she turned to him and gathered him into her arms. Suddenly, he felt childlike, and it was a wonderful, warm, secure feeling, snuggled safely and intimately in his mother’s embrace. When she looked at him, he didn’t see revulsion or shame in her eyes. He saw love and happiness. He had made her happy, and more than anything else, that thrilled him. Now he sought her lips, and she kissed him deeply. When she pulled her lips away, he whispered, “Yes, it was wonderful.” He felt awkward and uncertain, but he understood instinctively it was what she wanted. “You’re so beautiful,” she said as she caressed him. He looked away shyly. “So are you.” “You’re beautiful and you’re my baby.” “Yes I am you’re baby.” The importance of what he said was not lost on Serena. She drew his face to hers and kissed him, her tongue darting into his mouth, finding his tongue and dancing with it. She pulled her lips away and drew his tongue out, sucking the tip until he shuddered. She laughed softly, playfully. “You like that,” she teased gently. “Uh huh.” She kissed his forehead, his cheeks, letting her tongue brush his soft skin. “That really was your first time?” she whispered. Derek hesitated briefly, decided honesty was best. “Uh huh, it really was.” Serena hugged him tightly, pressing her body against his, loving the way it felt to have him close to her. “I’m glad,” she said. “I never would have thought so. A beautiful young man like you, I’d think the girls would be drooling over you.” Derek shrugged uncomfortably, unsure where this was going. “Sort of. I mean, you know I’ve had girlfriends. It’s not like I never got close.” She smiled at his defensiveness and quickly kissed him. “It’s OK baby, I’m not criticizing. I’m just curious. You really are beautiful, and in this day and age I would think it would be almost automatic.” “Well, I have come close, twice. With Cindy and another girl you never met.” Serena remembered Cindy, a girl he’d dated with some degree of seriousness through his senior year in high school. “What happened?” she asked tenderly. “You can tell me.” “Well,” he said, hesitating. “Both times it got to the point where we about to do it. But then....I...ummm....I guess I’m too big, ‘cause they got scared and made me stop.” Serena smiled. “Well, you certainly are very well equipped,” she teased. “But it must have been terribly frustrating – to get so close, have your blood all up, then be pushed away.” “It was,” he admitted. “I’ll never do that to you. I’ll be your girlfriend,” she said playfully, “and you won’t have to worry about that.” Derek wasn’t sure how serious she was, but it was stimulating. His groin began to glow again, his cock responding. He slid his hand down her back and tentatively cupped her firm bottom. “You know, I’m glad now that it didn’t happen with either of them.” He was about to say something that, for him, was very profound, and he flushed nervously. “I’ve always dreamed that my first time would be with you, it’s something I’ve dreamed about for as long as I knew what sex was.” Serena gently nudged him with her body until he was on his back. She snaked one long, sleek leg over his leg, and pressed her sticky mound against his thigh. Propped on her elbow, she traced her fingers over his muscular chest and looked into his eyes. There was an innocent earnestness in face. She said tenderly, “I’m glad I’m the first one to have you. I wish I’d seen it sooner. I’ve spent the last few years so wrapped up in my own issues that I haven’t paid as much attention to you as I should have. But that won’t happen ever again. I promise.” She snuggled her mound against him, and found his cock with her hand. He was more erect than not, and the instant she lightly encircled her hand around him, he shuddered and grew. She slid her hand up and down, barely touching him at first, then taking his engorged head in her hand and lightly, teasingly massaged him. He moaned softly. “Oh mama,” he trembled. She brushed her parted lips over his, her tongue darting quickly to tease his tongue, and then she settled her mouth on his. She lightly ran her open palm up and down the underside of his rigid cock, making him tense up. When she pulled her mouth away with a wet smack, she murmured, “We can’t do anything about the past, but it doesn’t matter. We can do something about right now; we can make up for what might have been.” Derek was seized suddenly by an overwhelming need to be in his mother again, but under it, a fear gripped him. Earlier, the fear had been there, but his passion overwhelmed it. Now, he had to voice it. “Mom, I need to ask you something.” Serena sensed what was coming. She continued stroking him lightly. “Yes baby? Ask anything you want.” “Um, Mom, am I, like, going to get you pregnant or anything?” Serena gave a throaty laugh. “No baby. We don’t have to worry about anything like that. I had my tubes tied a long time ago, when you were very young. I decided you were the only baby I wanted. We have nothing to worry about except enjoying ourselves." “Thank God,” he sighed, his fear dissolving. Serena rolled onto her back, gently directing him on top. She parted her legs, and pulled him close. She kissed him again, her tongue snaking wickedly into his mouth. She moved restlessly, caressing him, tracing her tongue over his soft cheeks. Her passion was flowing easily, her hunger sharp and demanding. “I love to fuck,” she purred into his ear. “I love fucking more than anything else, especially someone as beautiful as you. Fuck me.” Oh God! When she talked like that it touched something primitive in him. Derek felt clumsy, even leaden, and a dream-like haze settled over him. His being seemed centered in his cock and balls. His muscles trembled and spasmed, his body ravaged by a surge of raw sexual energy. He clumsily climbed between her legs. Serena smiled at his awkwardness, at the primal forces driving him. She drew her legs back, used one hand to probe and expose her swollen glistening cunt, nudging her clit as she did. She was fully open for him, eager for his offering. “Fuck mommy,” she murmured. “Come to me.” Derek gasped, “Oh Mom!” He held his big, rigid cock in his hand and he went to her. It was like a dream where his fingers couldn’t dial the phone in a desperate situation. But he moved on lowering to her. Serena let him move without interference. She simply lifted her hips. With a shaky gasp, he nudged his throbbing head between her lips, moved to enter her. Panting, he managed to say, “Is that right, mommy? Am I in the right place.” Serena let out a thrilled cry as he parted her. “Oh yes baby! Exactly right! Perfect!” Derek fell onto his hands, and as he did, he instinctively thrust forward, burying his eager cock in her slick cunt. They both cried out as he slid into her, his cock embraced in the heated liquid silk of her pussy. Serena reached up and took his face in her hands, her eyes wild and passionate. “Fuck me!” she demanded, lifting to take all of him. He moved back and burst forward again, the head of his cock brushing roughly against her most intricate and tender inner spots, making her whole body spasm. Now he moved his hips in a sort of jerky rythym, his cock sliding in her tight grasp. Each stroke sent thrills of pure physical pleasure through her body. She watched his face melt into pure rapture, the sounds of his groans and gasps sweet music to her. Her own body arched and pulsed. “Ohhh Momma! Momma!” he panted. “I’m gonna cum! Can’t hold it!” She arched her head back. Her own orgasm boiled up from the depths of her pelvis, crashing in warm waves over her. She felt her entire being open to take his sperm. They both flailed their hips in a frantic dance. Derek collapsed inside as his spunk burst up his cock and into his mother. Thrust and pump, thrust and pump in incoherent waves, one after the other. When it was over, he hung on his hands and knees over her, shaking uncontrollably, his cock nestled in the sticky, gooey bath of her cunt. Serena was breathless, trembling. Had he been able to keep going, she would have cum again. But this was OK. She took his head in her hands and smiled up at him. The look of awe was on his face again. At last, he collapsed on her, his face buried between her breasts, and she lovingly embraced him with her arms and legs. They lay together for a long time, their breathing slowly becoming normal, savoring the afterglow of their passion. Derek’s mind raced with unconnected thoughts, unable to process what had happened today, but he felt good and drowsy under it all. It felt good to be in her arms. Serena was delighting in the image of Derek’s face at the moment of his orgasm. That look, the beatific ecstasy in his eyes, pleased her even more than her own orgasm pleased her. At last, Derek sensed it was time to get off her. It couldn’t be comfortable to have his full weight on her small body. Still, he was reluctant to leave her embrace. His cock had dwindled, but wasn’t quite flaccid. They both winced when he backed out, and as soon as he pulled free, sperm and nectar trickled from her in a rivulet and puddled on the bedsheets. He lay next to her, snuggling close, his hand resting just above her mound. “Did I do OK?” he asked a little timidly. Serena laughed. “Oh, baby, honey! You did just fine! I haven’t had such intense fucks in a long time – a very long time. Don’t worry baby, you’re wonderful. In time, I’ll teach you new things, but this is perfect right now.” Derek took her words in and rolled them around his mind. “In time, I’ll teach you new things.” The enormity of that statement struck him. A part of him still expected her to suddenly come to her senses and end what they were doing before it got completely out of hand. But what she was saying suggested she did not intend that today would be a one-time surrender to passion. Could it be? Serena sat up. “I need a cigarette,” she announced. “You don’t smoke, and I pray you never will, but I do, whether we like it or not, and it’s true, a cigarette after sex is perfect.” She rose from the bed gingerly. “Yikes,” she said looking at where she had lain. “I guess we made a mess.” The sheet had a large wet spot, with intriguing clumps of pearlescent semen spotted about the stain. Derek didn’t know what to say, so he just watched as she glided into the kitchen and got a cigarette. He lay on the bed naked, still somewhat shy about being so exposed yet, it excited him in a way he didn’t understand. Now that he’d had his first taste, now that his long dream was actually happening, he was in the grips of his hormones and his instincts. He liked the way she talked, so blatant and sexily coarse. No matter how much he’d fantasized about his mother as a sexual being, actually seeing and experiencing her that way was infinitely more stimulating. She climbed back onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard. “The cleaning lady is in for a surprise when she washes these sheets,” Serena said humorously. Derek chuckled. “I didn’t realize it would be so messy,” he said as he laid his head in her lap. She smiled and ran her free hand through his soft hair. “Messy is good, very good.” She took a drag from her cigarette as she looked down at him. A surge of intense love washed over her. She saw so much of his father in him: the beauty, the energy, the passion, and all the things that had drawn her to the man. But she saw none of his father’s flaws in Derek. It had taken her a long time to understand some of the things that drove Derek’s father. As passionate as he could be, there had always been casualness to his passion, a vague arrogance. As long as she could be a full-time and enthusiastic partner in passion, he was there. When their relationship suddenly demanded more, he was gone. She sensed none of that in Derek. She had always known his devotion to her was strong. In some ways, it was a little frightening. As things stood now, she was tapping that devotion for her own selfish needs. She sighed. Right now, that didn’t matter. She was every bit as carried by her primal lusts as Derek was, and now that they were unleashed, there was no use fighting them. Later would take care of itself. She stubbed out her cigarette and stretched contentedly before sliding down and gathering Derek in her embrace. “You really are so beautiful,” she said softly as they snuggled together. Derek blushed, thinking he’d never get tired of her saying that. He gently slid his hands up and down her back, stroking her lightly. She shuddered under his touch. Her skin was so soft. He traced his fingertips along the sleek contours of her back, over the firm rise of her ass and down the crease between her legs where she was hot and moist. She sighed happily, squirmed against him. He squeezed her upper thighs without actually touching her sex, and then drew his hands back up her side. He found her breasts with his hands, cupped them, marveling at their firmness. He stroked the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, making them erect and drawing a shuddery moan from her. He continued gently massaging her breasts, fascinated. Even as a young child, he’d been mesmerized by her breasts. He could remember times when seeing her in a particularly tight top would make his insides squirm in a way that was intensely pleasurable, yet beyond understanding. Hesitantly at first, he lowered his head and nuzzled between her breasts, still stroking her nipples with his thumbs. She was breathing hard. She lifted one breast, the nipple a hard pink ruby. He stuck his tongue out and flicked it, then suckled it into his mouth, stroking his tongue over it. She let out a loud moan. His cock immediately swelled to full, throbbing erection. He explored her with his mouth, rolling her nipple in his wet grasp, nipping softly, tugging. She buried her hands in his hair and restlessly combed her fingers over his head. “Mmmmmm,” she purred. “When you were a baby, sometimes it would make me so hot when you nursed, so hot I had to masturbate. And now it makes me even hotter. But I don’t have to masturbate,” she said as she reached down and took his pulsating cock in her hand. He pulled back, her nipple held lightly between his teeth, stretching her out before letting her slip away and snap back. She gasped harshly. “No you don’t,” he said. “Now,” she said as he hurried his mouth back to capture her again, “I can fuck you. And that’s just what I intend to do.” Derek suckled her, rolling the hard nubbin of her nipple with his tongue, and fleetingly wondered what her milk had tasted like. He wanted to be back in her again, back in her silky embrace. Serena stroked Derek’s cock, making him sigh and moan softly against her breast. He twirled his tongue around her nipple, snapped over it, and each move of his tongue sent bright beacons of warmth shuddering over her. He squeezed her other breast gently, again delighting in its fullness, then he slowly ran each finger over her nipple. She closed her eyes and arched forward, moaning softly. His touch was incredible, so loving and intimate. She wondered how he knew to suckle and fondle her breasts the way he was, exactly the way she found the most arousing. “My baby,” she whispered softly. “My sweet baby... Mommy’s baby.” She squeezed his shaft firmly, feeling the energy pulsing through him. His touch and his kisses were driving her wild. Her body pulsed with each throb of her heart. Her cunt swelled and flushed, sending a fresh flow of nectar surging out. She needed him again. Serena subtly used her body to nudge him onto his back. She pulled her shoulders back, her breast snapping wetly from his mouth, and it glistened in the dim light. Both were breathing hard, nearly panting. She let go of his cock and quickly straddled him. She looked down at him, her eyes ablaze, and saw again the awe mixed with naked lust on his face. Serena lifted her hips and moved over his cock. He reached between them and took his cock in his hand, a whining moan slipping from him. Serena slipped a hand between her own legs, gliding over her slippery, wet mound and spread her labia. Her insides spasmed hotly the instant she touched herself, and with a frantic, wavering moan, she thrust down to take him. The rounded, pulsing head of his cock crashed against her and she wriggled to take him. They both groaned as they came together, like two cars of a train coupling. “Oooohhh baby!” she gusted, lowering onto him. So big! So hard! He stretched her to the most delicious limits as she rocked her hips and impaled herself on him. She paused, rocking on him, and my God! Didn’t that touch some long hidden spots! Panting, Serena leaned forward onto her hands and knees. “You OK baby?” she said, her voice edged and raspy. “Oh Mom!” he whimpered, thrusting up. His hands automatically went up and cupped her breasts, and as he found them, she rocked her hips in slow strokes. Each up and down stroke sent shivers of intense pleasure rippling through her. She moaned and cried as she fucked him. Her first orgasm came quickly, bursting sharply through her like a jolt of electricity, and for a second, all she could do was bounce on him in short frantic spasms. The orgasm shuddered over her entire body, leaving her even more keyed up then before. Panting, she tossed her hair back and leaned forward so she was lying fully on him. He wrapped his arms around her, they kissed frantically, tongues wrestling, and their hips began flail. The short, instinctive movements drove both of them wild, his cock in her tight embrace with no room to move. Serena began to move her hips in short, rapid bounces, and Derek mirrored her. His cock was in her cunt as snugly as a cork in a bottle, yet fluid seeped out and spread between them. In a few seconds, they found a rythym, her bouncing on him, Derek pushing his hips up and down. They were still too overwhelmed by raw passion to do more than fuck with animal abandon. Anything For Mom Ch. 03 Bodies coupled, their moans grew in intensity, reaching a crescendo as they approached orgasm together. Serena’s loins swelled as though her pelvis was a balloon filling with hot fluid, filling, growing, until.... It ruptured in a surging burst, gushing over her in a series of long, tremulous gusts. She bounced, flailed, cried, and writhed with repeated ecstasy. Still, she was aware of her boy under her, and when he arched his head back and cried out, his balls exploding and sending a fresh geyser of sperm into her, an even more powerful orgasmic wave erupted over her. She could feel each ejaculation billow up his cock and splatter into her, filling her eager cunt. They bounced incoherently, whimpering, moaning, and writhing in a mad unison, bodies united as one. When it was over, they were again breathless, bodies hot and sheened in sweat. Serena collapsed on top of Derek, and he wrapped his arms around her. For a long time, she laid there, her mind spinning with bizarre, rapid thoughts and feelings. Her temples pounded and she could hear the throbbing rush of her pulse hammering in her head. Her whole being was suffused in wonderful, hypnotic warmth, and she just lay there in his arms as she came down from orbit. This time, she was spent. The warmth gave way to a pleasant drowsiness, and her thoughts, already dream-like, began to melt away into an even dreamier tangle. At last, she reluctantly lifted off him and rolled onto her side next to him. They instinctively snuggled together, not speaking, just enjoying. What was left to say? She just wanted him close so they could relish the simple pleasure of being together. It had been a long and incredible day. Finally, it all caught up with them. Serena lifted enough to gather the blankets and pull them up. She snuggled close to him, kissed him deeply. “I love you, Derek,” she whispered. “I love you, Mom,” he whispered back. At last, sleep took them both. Anything For Mom As he grew older, the ache he felt for his mother lessened not an iota. He worshipped her, even if she did bring someone else into their universe. As puberty blossomed on him, and he became aware of sex, the feelings he had for his mother took on a new urgency. At first he was ashamed of the things he felt, but he was helpless. She simply stirred those feelings in him. Once he discovered jerking off, his mother immediately became the sole object of his fantasies, and guilt was gone. He realized the rules of the world said boys weren't supposed to fuck their mothers, but he also knew it happened. He knew what incest meant, he knew sometimes, in some magical way, boys did fuck their mothers. But how did it happen? His feelings for her were as tangled as they were sexual, much deeper than wanting to simply fuck her. The ache he felt was genuine and idealistic, wrapped up in vaguely understood concepts such as Happiness, Devotion, Love. Many of his fantasies were somewhat perverted variations of being her Knight in Shining Armor. He was perceptive enough to know that things weren't going well between his mother and the man she'd made Derek's step-father (God! How he hated that word, and the man that went with it). He wanted to be the one who could somehow rescue her, save her and regain his rightful spot as the male at the center of her world. It didn't help that she really was good-looking, even in the eyes of his peers. More than once, friends made comments about how hot she was, only to be silenced by Derek's icy, cutting stare. He'd been so tempted on several occasions to do something that would let her know how he felt, but he never dared carry through. What stopped him was the fear of rejection. If he did something, and she stopped him, it would be even more devastating than before. The damage would be irrevocable and emasculating. So he suffered silently, hoping, dreaming, and praying. In the last year, a subtle but perceptible change had occurred in their relationship. Derek couldn't have articulated it, but he had a vague feeling she was looking at him differently. She became more affectionate and physical, nothing so dramatic that it screamed out, but she seemed to suddenly notice that he wasn't a little boy anymore. She seemed aware of him as a genuine male presence. When she first started talking about this vacation, Derek wasn't the least bit enthusiastic. He'd go because she wanted him to go, but the idea of 2 weeks on some island in the middle of nowhere with his step-father around and no real way to escape his presence was vaguely sickening. Then, mere hours ago, that all changed suddenly and sharply. Suddenly, it was just the two of them, and she was distressed. God! How he wanted to rescue her from her misery. Just a chance to show her how much he loved and worshipped her, a chance to show her he would treat her the way she ached and deserved to be treated. Now, out on the deck of the ferry, she was leaning back against him, her bottom nestled snugly against his crotch. There was no way she couldn't feel his erection, yet she didn't move away. That was encouraging. He wanted to do something, kiss her neck, whisper something romantic, anything, but the old fears haunted him. Instead, he slid his hands to her hips, felt her firm curves, not really aware that it was a rather brazen move. Still, she didn't move away. Instead, she subtly pushed back, snuggling her bottom even more firmly against his erection. Serena took a drag from her cigarette and closed her eyes. Yes, it felt very good. The fellow passengers who saw them at that moment likely saw an attractive couple in love, not giving the image a second thought. Be careful, she thought, he's just a boy and he's your son for Christ's sake. But he wants me and God help me, I want him. She knew where this was going, and if she had any desire to stop it, now was the time. She thought of that for a moment, realized it was almost inevitable. OK, she thought if it's going to happen, it's going to happen right. She took a final drag from her cigarette and pitched it over the side. She savored the moment. She felt his erection pressing against her, his hands on her hips, strong and loving. She could hear the swishing hiss of the ocean as the boat cut through the water, and under it all, the distant but powerful and rhythmic Wheerumpphhh-humph of the engines pushing it along. It was so much like the low, powerful vibration in her loins. She turned her face to him, almost inviting him to kiss her. She smiled and said, "I'm cold, let's go inside." Derek sighed, reluctant to let the moment slip away. But he said, "OK." He sensed he was closer to his dream than he'd ever been, and patience was what was called for. Once inside, she turned to him and said, "Are you hungry yet?" "Kind of." She opened her purse and fished out some money. "Here. Get yourself something to eat, and get me a cup of coffee. You know how I like it?" "Uh huh, cream and sugar." She smiled at him. "Perfect. I'll find us a table." She found a vacant table, amused to see chains dangling from the chairs and pad-eyes in the floor. Did it get that rough on the crossing? Not today. It was foggy and still, the ocean almost glass-calm. He came to the table carrying a hefty bacon-and-eggs breakfast and a single steaming mug of coffee on a tray. She took it, smiled at him, and said, "Thank you, honey." God! He was gorgeous! She shifted restlessly, aware that her cunt was very wet. "So, what's this place going to be like?" Derek said casually, needing to make conversation. He was a bit surprised at how many people were on the ferry, trying to get to a place he'd never even heard of. "I really don't know. I know it's laid back. I know they have some shops and stuff, but it's not spectacular. I hope we can do some whale watching, and maybe some hiking, but I don't know. They have a grocery store, and we have to find it and get there or we're going hungry. I want to get away from the grind. No phones or a computer, that's why I chose it. We'll just have to look and see and play it by ear." Derek bit into a piece of bacon and paused. "I'm glad it's just you and me. I think it'll be much more fun that way." Serena didn't say anything for a few seconds. "I think you're right," she said. "I think it's good that it worked out this way. We really need to... reconnect." Derek took the last bite of his breakfast and paused. What to say? "Yeah," he said, looking up. "I love you, Mom. More than you know." CHAPTER 3 CROSSING THE LINE It had been snowballing all day, moving along with an irresistible momentum of its own. The moment she locked the cabin door and drew the shades, she knew she had crossed the line. There could be no turning back now, not without causing irreparable damage. Not that what they were about to do wasn't without its own potential for disaster. Once it was done, there could be no taking it back, but in her heat, she didn't care about consequences. It was what they both wanted. She'd made her decision. Serena had never felt as totally sexually aroused as she felt at that moment. Her arousal engulfed her in a warm, drug-like embrace. Her loins were on fire, her pussy flushing and gushing in anticipation, her crotch so wet it was as though she'd peed herself. Her heart thudded heavily in her chest as she went to Derek and they slid into a passionate embrace. She found his mouth with hers, kissed him deeply, slipping her tongue in his mouth as she moved against him. His moves were awkward and raw, inexperienced, uncertain, yet passionate. He slid his hands down her butt, between her legs where she was so hot and wet, touching her in places and ways she hadn't been touched in a long while. He pulled her close, grinding his pelvis against hers, his cock painfully trapped by the confines of his jeans. She held his face in her hands as she kissed him with passion. Her tongue dipped in and out, and she moaned softly, hungrily deep in her throat. "Baby!" she half-whispered, half-spoke, holding his face in her hands and looking into his eyes. "Is this what you want?" "Ohhhh Mom!" he groaned. "You know it is. It's what I've always wanted." She looked at him briefly, and then kissed him again. "OK then," she panted. "Let's get naked." For his part, Derek was operating on pure instinct. His conscious mind was overwhelmed by the flood of powerful physical and emotional sensations wracking his young body and soul. Much as he had dreamt of how this moment might go, the reality found him shaking and unable to think clearly. He had no idea what to do when she said, "Let's get naked." Should he tear her clothes off, take them off slowly; take his own clothes off, let her undress herself? But Serena knew exactly what to do. As aroused as she was, she suddenly felt very much in control, and she liked it. She gently guided him the few steps to the small bedroom and made him sit down. Serena moved to him, tugged his shirt off, baring his sleek, smooth, muscular chest. Standing before him, she pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. She undid her bra, freeing her tender breasts. She cupped them, ran her thumbs over her nipples, sending a pleasant surging thrill through her. She moved closer, cupping and lifting her breast in offering, much as she had when he was a baby. He hesitated uncertainly, looked to her eyes. "Go ahead my love," she murmured thickly, taking his head lightly in her hands. "Suck them, just like when you were a baby." Her nipples were hard little jewels, and he found one with his lips, nuzzling in and taking her. In his fantasies, he always new exactly what to do, but now in reality, the enormity of what was happening left him trembling and clumsy. He was operating on instinct. He gathered her nipple into his mouth, stroked his tongue over it as he suckled. Serena closed her eyes, shuddered, and let out a long, low moan. She couldn't take much more of this. Her arousal was white hot, her entire body surging with lust. She pulled her breast from his mouth, leaned over and kissed him deeply, her tongue diving in to dance with his. "Lay back on the bed," she instructed. She slid her shorts and panties off in a single easy motion, kicking them aside. Her shaven mound and her thighs glistened with the nectar flowing from her throbbing cunt. He watched her, entranced, hardly able to move as she climbed on to the bed next to him. She leaned over to kiss him again, and as she did, she unbuttoned his jeans. "My baby," she murmured. "My sweet baby, this is your first time, isn't it?" Derek, panting, managed to moan, "Uh huh." She smiled and kissed him as she opened his jeans to pull them down. "That's good," she whispered. Several thoughts suddenly surged through her mind, all jumbled together, but each one was a truth she understood with sudden clarity. She was about to take her young son's virginity, and that was a very big deal. Hot as she was, he probably wasn't going to last long enough for her to really cum, but that was perfectly OK. This one would be for him; it would be his moment, something he would never, ever forget. She also knew that if she did it right, she would own him from this moment forward. She would ever after be able to have her way with him, physically and emotionally. This realization was actually the moment the seed of what would happen later that summer suddenly germinated. She got his shorts off and his cock suddenly burst from its confines. Serena gasped. She'd been reasonably sure that he was well-endowed, though she hadn't seen him naked in a long time. "Oh my!" she murmured, taking him lightly in her hand. His rigid, throbbing manhood felt good in her hand. "You are very nicely equipped!" He wasn't just big, he was BIG, as big as his father had been, and beautiful! His cock stood up straight and hard, as inviting a sight as she'd seen in a very long time. She looked from his cock to his face, and she saw from the way he was grimacing and squirming that she'd better be very careful. He was very close to popping. Now she climbed astraddle him, leaned over to kiss him deeply. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back passionately. His cock nudged against her mound as she hovered over him. They were both panting. "This is for you, my sweet baby," Serena cooed as she straightened up so she could take him. "Oh Mom, oh Mom! I love you!" Derek gasped. Her cunt was totally sopping, dripping wet when she reached down to spread her labia. She lowered herself carefully onto his cock. An electric thrill surged through her when their sexes touched. As big as he was, she took him easily. Once he penetrated her outer labia and entered her cunt, she lowered herself all the way, engulfing him. It was sheer, absolute Heaven. He filled her completely, the fit exquisitely tight. She paused a moment, sitting on his hips, every last fraction of his 10 inches in her, savoring the feel. Then she started fucking him. On her knees, leaned over on her hands, she was able to gyrate her hips and fuck him slow and hard. Riding him like that felt so exquisite, unlike any fuck she could remember. She had her first orgasm almost immediately, a shuddering wave of warmth shooting through her loins, and she cried out softly. Under her, her boy was moving frantically, his body wracked by things he'd never felt before. It was nothing like jerking off, nothing at all. The swirling, throbbing heat welled up from a deeper, much more primitive part of his being. He could feel things quivering inside, then letting go wondrously. "Oohhhhh! Ohhhhh! God! Mom! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna CUM!" he managed to gasp. He half expected her to lift off so his sperm wouldn't enter her forbidden, sacred cunt. Instead, panting heavily, her eyes intense, she said, "Give it to me, Cum for Mommy!" With an inarticulate grunt, He did just that. "Arrrgghhh! Ohhh!" he exploded. Serena fucked him in short, pulsing strokes, jerking her hips on his virginal cock. She could feel his huge wad of spunk surge up the shaft of his big cock and spurt into her, she could feel his sperm jet out into her cunt and surge hotly on and around her cervix, filling her. He bounced instinctively under her, body wracked by orgasmic spasms, crying out, blasting one hot wad of sperm after another into his mother's receptive cunt. He came in long, erupting waves, the volume of his ejaculation so great, and the fit of his cock in her cunt so tight, that large streams of their mingled passion squirted from her with each stroke. Suddenly, without warning, it all caught up with her and Serena was wracked by her own orgasmic wave, much more intense than the first. Feeling her son cum inside her, feeling his forbidden sperm drench her and his big cock fill her to the hilt as she rode him, hearing his gasping cries, pushed her over the edge. Her loins exploded with almost no warning, a white hot fireball of sheer, primal ecstasy. Her whole body, her whole being, seemed to clench up tightly, then suddenly let go, like a fully wound watch spring pulled from its casing. "Ooohhhh! GOD! Ooooohhh GOD!" she cried out as her body surged and spasmed. They dissolved into a frantic tangle, bodies coupled together and moving on instinct, both of them moaning incoherently. Derek's cock gave a final few heaves as he gave up the last of his sperm. Serena collapsed onto him, her body sheened in sweat, panting as though she'd run a mile, his young cock still in her and still hard. She lay on him for a long time, basking in the warm glow of passion momentarily sated, and the delicious feel of her son's body molded perfectly with hers. His cock was slow to dwindle, and that was good. It felt good to have him in her cunt. Later, there would be times when he would linger in her after fucking, and then they'd simply start fucking again without ever uncoupling. But not now, not this time. The enormity of what they'd just done drained her and she needed a little time to digest things. At last, she lifted her head and smiled at her boy. "You're beautiful, did you know that?" she smiled. Derek laughed softly. "So are you." Serena gingerly lifted her hips and slid off his half-hard cock, wincing at the exquisitely tender feel of breaking their coupling. Semen and nectar flowed from her pussy in a rivulet, delighting her. She lay on her side next to him, and they instinctively cuddled together in a warm, loving embrace. For Serena, really great sex could be a lot of things, many simultaneously. It could be romantic, passionate, frantic, crude, slow, fun, playful, all of that and more. But above all, it was interactive. She loved the myriad ways she and a good lover would interact and communicate during sex, verbally and non-verbally. There was a constant communication beyond the act itself. She never restrained her moans and cries, and she loved to talk during sex about whatever it was she and her lover were doing. It was no different in the time after. The best and most intimate communications she'd ever had came right after really good orgasms. It was the time when the emotional connection should be at its peak, when lovers were most open. Derek was about to learn that sexual shyness was not one of his mother's traits. TO BE CONTINUED Anything For My Baby Girl I laid in bed, listening to my parents yelling downstairs. They had been at this every day for the past few weeks, but I could never hear what they were fighting about. All I knew is that daddy was always grumpy in the morning from sleeping on the couch. They had ceased their fighting for a few days so we could celebrate my 18th birthday, but it started right up again a few days later. I heard the front door slam shut, signalling that one of them decided to stay at a friend's house. I sighed into my pillow. I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, meaning mommy was the one who left. I tried to stay quiet, hoping daddy wouldn't be grumpy with me too if he came in here. I watched the door and saw it open a tiny bit. "Baby girl, are you still up?" "Yes..." I mumbled, keeping the covers around my chin. He moved into my room more, closing the door behind him. "Did you hear mommy and I fighting again?" I nodded slowly and watched him sit down on the edge of my bed. "Do you know what we've been fighting about?" I shook my head and watched him carefully. He moved around, as if he was trying to get comfortable. "Well, you're getting older, and you'll be leaving soon... so daddy wants to have another baby." "Oh." I said quietly, not sure why he was explaining this to me. "But mommy doesn't want another baby." I nodded in understanding, but still a little confused. Daddy placed his hand on my waist, on top of the covers. "But you're 18 now, so you're an adult. And I was thinking... you would give daddy a baby." "M-me?" I asked, unsure. He nodded and gently rubbed my waist. I sat up and leaned against my headboard, a little nervous about what he was saying. "It would make daddy really happy, baby girl. It could be a gift to me when you leave." I liked making daddy happy. I liked it when he smiled. I didn't want him to be grumpy or sad because I wouldn't do this for him. "But we can't tell mommy, okay? You'll have to say the baby's daddy is a boy at school. Is that okay?" I sat and thought for a few minutes, not sure if I really wanted to do this. I didn't like lying to mommy, but I wanted daddy to be happy when I left. I slowly nodded my head, telling myself that making daddy happy is a good thing. He smiled at me and moved his hand from my waist. "Do you know how to make a baby?" We had learned about it in school, but that was a long time ago so I didn't really remember. I shook my head and watched him. "Well..." He stood up a bit and pulled down his pyjama pants, revealing the thing he uses to pee. I knew that's what it was because I've accidentally walked in on him a few times. I stared at it and realized it was bigger now, and it was standing up straight by itself. "Do you know what this is?" He asked, wrapping his hand around it and moving it up and down slowly. I shook my head again. "It's daddy's cock. You know what I'm going to do with it?" Once again I shook my head, unable to stop looking at it. "Daddy's gonna put it inside of you. It's going to feel really good for you and daddy." Inside if me? How would that work? I continued watching as he stroked it. The length of it was thick and there was a large vein on the bottom of it. It looked hard from what I could see. The head was purple like a plum, and it almost looked like a mushroom. "How does that make a baby?" I blurted out, looking at daddy's face. "Well, if you do certain things to daddy's cock, like put it inside of you, eventually this hot white cream will come out and it will go into your pussy. Then it will make a baby inside of you." I had heard some people at school talking about pussies once. They meant the part that I pee from. "It goes down there?" I pointed to my lower region. Daddy nodded. "But before we do that, daddy needs you to do something else for him." I nodded, now eager to make daddy happy. "You're gonna put daddy's cock in your mouth." I slowly nodded, letting daddy move so he was sitting with his back against the headboard. He took my hand and gently led me so I was sitting between his legs. He ran his fingers through my hair, encouraging me to move down further so I was almost laying down. My face was right next to his cock now. "Open your mouth, baby girl." I did as he said and watched him put the mushroom part of his cock between my lips. "You're going to suck on it, no teeth though. Just like a big lollypop." I wrapped my lips around the huge head, letting my tongue swirl around. I watched daddy moan, keeping his eyes on me. I continued doing this for a while, making daddy moan louder. "I want you to hollow your cheeks." 

I did, and watched him as he lifted his hips off the bed. His cock went further down my throat until it hit the back, making me gag a little. Daddy jerked forward a bit, squeezing his eyes shut. My lips were almost at the base of his cock, and he had his hands on the back of my head holding me there. "Stay right there, baby. Take daddy's cock." He said in a low, husky voice. He let go of my head and let me move back, taking a large amount of air into my lungs. Daddy watched me with a lopsided grin on his face. "How 'bout you suck on daddy's balls for a bit?" He said, lifting his cock so I could see his large balls. I nodded slowly and lowered myself back down. I gently sucked on one of daddy's balls, knowing that they can hurt sometimes. "Harder than that, baby girl." I pulled away and looked at him. "But what if I hurt you?" He chuckled before answering. "They only hurt if I get kicked there. You suck as hard you want on them." I bite my lip a little and went back to work. I sucked one of them into my mouth, surprised at how soft they were. I slurped at it when it started to slip out, making daddy moan even louder than before. I moved onto the other one, making sure get as much of it in my mouth as I could. Daddy tasted good. "Shit. You're gonna make daddy cum if you keep it up." Daddy pulled some of my hair and made me move away. I pouted because I liked sucking on daddy's balls. I liked knowing daddy was feeling good because of me. "I think you need to feel a little pleasure, baby girl. You want daddy to suck on your pussy for a while?" "Uhm, like put your mouth down there?" He smirked and nodded. I shrugged and nodded, thinking maybe it would feel good. Daddy helped me take my clothes off and told me to lay back where I was before. He moved down between my legs this time and spread them wide. "Look at that pink pussy. M'gonna devour you." He growled. I watched as he pressed his tongue to my slit, making me squeal. It felt so weird. He licked me a few times, sopping up some of the strange juices that has made my panties wet. "You taste amazing, baby girl." He mumbled, quickly getting back to work. His tongue traced my hole, making it contract. He kept licking and waited for me to relax before delving into me. I let out a high pitched yelp. It felt so good. Daddy wiggled his tongue around, licking inside of me. He kept doing this for a few minutes until I was moaning above him. "That's right baby, you make as much noise as you want. Daddy wants to hear him making you feel good." He moved away a bit and stared at my pussy. "Look at that clit." He cooed. "T-that what?" I asked nervously. "You're clit, baby, it's how daddy's going to make you feel extra good. You're going to cum for daddy, okay?" I didn't know what he meant but I nodded in agreement. Daddy used his fingers to spread my folds, letting him look at my pussy better. "Ou, look at it. Nice, and big, and swollen for daddy. I haven't even touched you yet, baby." I squealed again when he touched me. It felt different this time, like there was electricity moving through my hole body. Daddy rubbed circled against me down there, making my pussy and stomach feel really good. "Daddy, I feel weird." I said after a few minutes. "You're gonna cum, baby. Cum for daddy." He kept rubbing and eventually I felt my hole contracting over and over again. My legs shook slightly as daddy kept rubbing me. He kept rubbing me after I stopped shaking, but this time the feeling was even more intense. "You're sensitive aren't you? Your clit's even more swollen, baby girl. You want daddy to suck on it?" I didn't know if I did or not, all I knew is that I wanted to feel that again, so I nodded. Daddy covered my pussy with his mouth and started sucking, just like I did with his cock. I watched him as he took two of his fingers from underneath my thigh. After a few seconds I felt some pressure on my pussy, and then I felt his fingers inside of me. "Daddy, that feels good." I giggled. Daddy moved his fingers in and out of me, and it surprisingly made me feel even better. Daddy rubbed inside of me with with finger tips, making this weird feeling form in the pit of my stomach. Daddy kept slurping at my clit, taking it between his lips and rubbing his tongue against it harshly. After a few minutes of this, the feeling in my stomach and pussy was getting even more intense. Daddy rubbed me inside one more time and then I felt his fingers leaving me. I closed my eyes and screamed as a new feeling washed over me. I felt a burst of something and the sound of pee. I opened my eyes and say that daddy was all wet. "Good girl." He growled before attaching his mouth to my pussy. I screamed again at the feeling, my pussy being extra sensitive after whatever just happened. Daddy sucked up all the extra liquid and licked his lips as he pulled away. "I'm sorry for peeing." I let out quickly. "You didn't pee, baby, you squirted. Girls do that when they cum really hard." "Oh. I liked it..." I mumbled, feeling shy. Daddy grinned. "Good. Daddy will have to make you squirt again sometime." Daddy pulled his shirt over his head and put it in the pile with my clothes. "Are you ready for daddy to put a baby in you?" He asked, stroking his cock again as he watched me. I nodded, excited to make daddy happy. He moved to so he was hovering over me with his cock still in his hand. He rubbed the now even darker purple head over my clit, making me giggle at the feeling. "Daddy's gonna fill you up, baby. You're gonna love it." It was a strange feeling when daddy finally pushed his cock into me. He put it in the same place where his fingers were, but this time it stretched a lot more. I could feel myself squeezing his cock as he pushed in even more, filling me up, like he said. "Mm, daddy... I like this." I moaned. "My baby girl has a nice, tight pussy for daddy's cock." I nodded, feeling him push in even more. I know a lot of people say this was supposed to hurt apparently, and I felt a little bit of pain, but it just felt amazing. Daddy didn't move once he was all the way in. He let my pussy surround him and stretch. I could feel his head deep inside me, and his cock was starting to pulse. "Are we making a baby, daddy?" I asked innocently. "Not yet, baby girl. You just wait." After that daddy pulled his cock out a bit, making me whimper. He kept the head in and then buried himself in me again. He continued doing this, spreading me wider with each thrust. "How does that feel?" He asked, looking down at me. "Amazing, daddy. Why didn't mommy want this?" He chuckled and didn't answer me, instead he moved into me harder, letting his skin slap against mine. "Can you go even deeper daddy? That would feel great." Daddy pulled out of me completely. That wasn't what I wanted. "You'll have to turn over over onto your hands and knees, baby. Then daddy can fuck you real good." I did as he said and kneeled on my bed like a dog. I looked over my shoulder as daddy spread my legs wide for lots of access. "You want daddy to fuck you hard and deep, baby?" I nodded, knowing that it would probably feel really good. "And then you're gonna take all of daddy's cream deep in your pussy, right?" I nodded again. "Good girl." Daddy said, as he slapped my ass cheek. I yelped but then moaned at the burning sensation. Before I knew it daddy was one knee, pushing his cock into me again. I moaned when he went deeper than before. He started thrusting again, letting me feel him against my walls. "Daddy won't last long." He mumbled, squeezes my ass cheeks as me moved in and out. I felt him reach his arm around my waist and start rubbing me again. I looked down between my legs and saw him rubbing hard, probably trying to make me cum again. I moaned loudly and listened as our skin began to slap again. He removed his hand from my clit and focused on thrusting again. I moaned even louder when I felt his huge balls slapping against my clit. He was moving even faster now, obviously aware of the pleasure he was giving me. I felt daddy moving behind me, and soon I saw his other leg next to my waist, meaning he was squatting over me with his cock still deep inside of me. He gripped my hips tightly, continuing to thrust mercilessly, my clit throbbing as his balls slapped it harder and harder. "Daddy's gonna come, baby girl. You're ready for daddy's cum?" He asked, gripping the headboard above me. I nodded quickly, excited to feel his cream. Daddy gripped the headboard even tighter, pulling himself forward to he could go even deeper, if that was even possible. I screamed when he did, feeling a warm sensation inside of me. "Oh, daddy! Keep doing that daddy!" Daddy stayed there for a few minutes, moaning loudly as his cock spurted his cream inside of me. Daddy thrusted into me a few more times. "We have to make sure it's really deep. Gotta make sure we have a perfect baby." I nodded and moaned quietly as daddy kept thrusting. He finally stopped and I whimpered when he slowly pulled himself from me. "Move your hips up so it stays inside, baby." I did as he said and watched him sit next to me on the bed. His cock was getting smaller. "Did you like that, baby girl?" I nodded, unable to talk. "Daddy made you feel good, didn't he?" I nodded again and grinned. "Daddy can keep making you feel good. You might not have a baby in you yet, so we'll have to keep doing this to make sure."
 "Yes, daddy! I want to... will you suck my pussy more later?" Daddy smiled. "Of course I will, anything for my baby girl." Anything for My Mother “Six years is a long time.” I said it matter-of-factly, but inside I as stirred. Six years ago, my father had passed away after a short battle with cancer. He left behind two daughters, both married and in their early-twenties at the time, and a wife who was 42 at the time. My wife, Jessica, had that perky, slightly upturned nose that her mom and grandmother both had. I remember the first time I saw her in a bathing suit…it was actually a photograph that I’ve kept ever since. The Klement woman were blessed with elegance. They had no single outstanding feature, but they were perfectly proportioned and had and air of elegance without the haughty air of sophistication. My wife, Jessica, and I had been married for nearly two years when her father died, and we had been married 8 at the time of this story. I worshipped her body. Her hips were not slim, but they were not wide. They were well portioned and rounded. I often would sit at work and long for the feel of pulling her hips toward me as I entered her from behind. I was also taken by the curve of the small of her back, the delicate line of her jaw, the perfect size of her 38 C breasts in my hands and the musty aroma that aroused me whenever I had the pleasure of treating her to oral sex. When I first met her, my wife’s sister was a bit more trim and a bit more delicate than Jessie; however, over these years, my wife had become progressively more refined, slender and appealing to the eye. My sister had done the opposite. She had let herself go. My wife looked up from the papers she was grading for her 4th grade class and with a dreamy look on her face said, “I can’t imagine going that long without you.” I knew what she meant. Her sexual drive was unbelievable. I remember the first time she made love to me orally (you can’t call it oral sex…it was lovely). She had just surprised me in the family room of my parents house while everyone else was in the living room. We had sex almost anyplace you can possibly image over those 10 years. I remember the sensation of looking down at her on a Sunday afternoon in a closed, used car lot as she sucked on my penis from her knees…right there for anyone to see. My wife was a driven woman when it came to sex, and I suspected that her mother was as well. I had heard rumors about her sister and even her grandmother. Jessie’s mom, Cheryl looked like Jessies older sister. She was still elegant just filled out a little more. Her curves had really taken shape, and Cheryl knew how to handle herself. I had often wondered what it was like in Jessie’s parent’s bedroom when things really heated up. She had told me about coming home a little early from church one Sunday and hearing “wrestling” noises coming from the bedroom. “Elegant tigresses”…that described the Klement women. Jessie looked at me from across the room, and said, “I wonder why mom hasn’t been able to date since dad. Do you think she has some kind of mental block or misgivings about it?” “No way. Your mom is too self-confident and successful with her own business. She frightens men off because she’s substantial. You know all the hints she’s dropped over the years about being almost desperate for sex…and yes! I mean sex…not love! She went on one date with a loser, divorcee burnout, and no other bites.” “Does she need to change her appearance? Workout? Diet?” “Jessie, your mom is beautiful. If I weren’t married to you, and if I were 10 years older, I’d be doing everything I could to get in your mom’s pants. Shoot, I’d do it at my age… Remember, when you told me that you thought my dad was hot, and you looked forward to me at his age?” “Yeah.” “Well, I think your mom is hot. She reminds me of you, and I have always thought that both of you were women of extraordinary sexual essence. You both overpower me.” Jessie just stared at me. “I’m sorry for being so crude just now.” I felt slightly self-conscious as a man of the cloth. I had been an ordained minister for about 5 years in a large, successful church, and if my parishioners had heard this conversation… Well, who knows what! Jessie continued to stare. “Wow, you really think I’m all that?” “And your mother too.” Jessie said, “Yah know. I’d really like to help mom out. I’d like to find a man for her…even if he isn’t a keeper, maybe she could release some tension with a decent guy.” “Yeah…find a guy like that! Hah.” I went back to my reading, and Jessie back to her grading papers. After a while she murmured something about the right guy for the job, and I absently said, “I’d do it…If I were available.” Without looking up or really even realizing what I had said. I finished my chapter and glanced at Jessie, and she was looking intently at me. She quietly said, “What exactly constitutes adultery?” Two weeks later we were sitting in her mother’s living room on Christmas Eve: Jessie and I, Robert and Krystal (Jessie’s sister), and Cheryl. We were playing board games and watching television as we celebrated the Holiday. At about 9:00 Krystal and Robert went home, right next door, because she was pregnant and he was tired. Jessie and I had decided to stay the night with her mom in one of the three spare bedrooms. Jessie kinda has this thing about having sex at her mom’s house. There seems to be just a little bit of thrill attached that she can’t get anywhere else. This is especially true if we are making love in a communal room like the living room where her mom could walk in at any time. So, we tend to stay over whenever we get a chance. Cheryl got up and went to change into some night clothes, and that’s when Jessie sprung it on me. “I feel sorry for my mom. I want to help her out.” “Whatcha mean?” “What if I offered you to her?” She was talking super fast as she continued, “You already said you’d like it. I know you’d want to. I know she reminds you of me. I know she is sex starved. It wouldn’t mean anything but release. I wouldn’t be jealous. I just want to help my mom…” She trailed off, and watched me closely. I had sensed this was coming, and I was prepared. I looked up at her very slowly. Watched her intently or a minute. Then, “Ok. I’ll do what you want, but only because you want it.” I saw the joy of victory in her eyes followed immediately by a fear. She was terrified to tell her mother. I swiftly took my leave and retired to our bedroom. I figured she’d do better on her own. Thirty minutes later, Jessie opened the door and stepped into the dark room. She slipped silently under the blankets next to me and draped an arm over my chest as she snuggled up against me. She whispered into my ear, “I love you so much. You are more than I deserve.” I rolled my head toward her, and looked at her inquisitively. “Mom’s waiting for you in her bed.” She whispered. I laid still looking at Jessie for a minute, and then sat up. As I swung my feet off the edge of the bed and said, “I’ll be back in a while.” She caught my arm, and our eyes met. “Mom hasn’t had the pleasure of waking up next to a man in six years. Stay all night. I’ll be OK for one night.” I searched her face for any sign of anxiety, but there was only charity. I bent and kissed her on the cheek, and nodded, my cheek touching hers. “Ok, baby. See you tomorrow.” I silently left our room and walked through the front room and the dining room. I stood outside my mother’s bedroom door staring at it. I wasn’t sure how to handle this. Should I burst in with a blaze or glory? Should I swagger in like a Don Juan? Finally, I just opened the door and walked in. It was dark. She was lying on her side under the covers, and Cheryl didn’t look up. I thought that she was probably as scared and awkward about this as I was as I walked around to the other side of the bed. I slipped in under the covers as delicately as I could, and I moved very close to her without touching her. “Mom,” I said, “I love you, and I respect you. I want you to be happy. If you want me to leave, I will, but if you want this, I want it too.” I waited in silence. As a reply, she slowly shifted her body back towards me and we spooned. I stroked her arm and the few curls of her hair as I told her all about how beautiful she was and how she and her daughter both captivate me. She pressed harder against me, and my erection pressed against her anus pressed between her cheeks and wrapped in the silky material of her nighty. It felt just like Jessie. I was barely in control. I rolled Cheryl over and kept her legs together as I sat astride her pelvis. My legs held her hips tight. I leaned over so my chest rubbed slightly on her perked nipples, and my lips were inches from her. I kissed her on the cheek. I nuzzled her neck. I nipped at her ear with my teeth. I felt her breasts fully as my hands roamed up and down her abdomen. I felt her from the curve of her hips to the curve of her shoulders. I was just like I had imagined. As I loved her, I talked to her. “Mom, when was the last time you were truly loved? Does this feel good, mom? Mom, I love the feel of you breasts in my hands. Mom, your curved hips make me feel like you were born solely to have sex with me tonight…is it our destiny?” I had never called her “mom” until tonight. Tonight I wanted it to be more intimate and more tantalizing that anything she or I had ever experienced. Her movements became more exaggerated and desperate. She raked my back with her nails, and she pulled at my nipples. Jessie must have talked to her I thought. No one knows that I love to have my nipples sucked and pulled…that’s kinda kinky for a guy, but Jessie, and now her mom, is really into it. Cheryl tried more than once to spread her legs, but I’d have none of it and held her with my legs outside hers as I continued to sit astride her. I worshipped every inch of her upper body, and then I turned her over and worshipped her back. Somewhere along the way, I realized that she had lost her nighty and was as naked as me. My wife’s back muscles are a bit more pronounced than Cheryl’s, but Cheryl still had great form and poise. That curve of the small of her back was there just like Jessie’s. I moved down and lightly explored her buttocks and sphincter with both hands. She had obviously showered before going to bed, so I decided to lick her anus. She jolted as my tongue made contact deep between her cheeks as I held them apart. She thrust up at me as I pressed in. “Ohmygod! I’ve never… Please don’t stop.” I guess this was a first for her. I pulled her up to her knees, and her head was still buried in a pillow. I guided her hands to her butt cheeks and had her hold them apart for me. I explored her crack from end to end with my tongue, but I took great care not to touch her vulva. She pressed back at me every time I forced my tongue into her anus. I pressed hard to get about one inch into her. In no time, I had two and sometimes three fingers working her anus, and I could feel her trembling and sweating. Finally, I left her perfect backside and laid her prone again as I explored every part of her legs, ankles, feet and toes. I went down the back, turned her over and went up the front. As I approached the trimmed bush, anticipation was overwhelming her. She thrust up violently time and time again. As I lay next to her, she tried over and over to pull me onto her. She wanted to be taken and taken now! I kneeled next to her and guided her to bend her knees. As she lay on her back, arms stretched out eagle fashion and knees bent up, I put a hand on each knee and leaned down to look her in the eyes. “Mom, I really want to open you now, but I want to have to persuade you. I want to coax your legs open. I don’t want you to give it or to take me. Mom, I want to take you. I want you to feel taken.” Her eyes sparkled, as she refused to open her legs as I pressed outward on her knees. I moved to a kneeling position at her feet. I kissed her legs all over, and gently ran my hands over her legs and hips. I touched her just above the tempting velvet triangle and pressed my hands as far down her inner thighs as her closed legs would allow. As I gently loved her, she relaxed little by little until I was fully exploring her inner thighs and all around the vulva. I savored her skin with my hands and fingers, and I tasted her with my lips and tongue. Slowly, I kept moving her knees outward until she was completely spread wide open. Now, for the first time I touched just the curly hair around her vulva. I was careful not to touch her actual core until I was ready. I worked a hand up each inner thigh until I was just touching the outer labia. I gently pulled back and opened up her vestibule. I don’t think I had ever seen a woman so wide open…so wanton. She was ready and willing with total abandonment. She desperately tried to get me inside herself. I leaned forward and began to gently explore every minute trace of her vulva. I explored her outer labia and her inner labia. I thrust my tongue as deeply as I could into her vagina, and I explored the walls as best I could. Finally, my tongue and lips found her clitoris. She bucked against me, and tried to pull me upon her as to get my swollen member inside. I held her hands to her sides with my arms slid under her still bent knees, and when I felt like she couldn’t take it any more, I rolled to the side and pressed my body along side of her. She clawed at me, trying to force me to enter her outstretched legs, but I pulled her knees together just slightly. I put my left hand gently under her head and held her face toward mine. I pressed my chest against her side as I slid my right hand down to her distended vulva. I whispered into her ear very tenderly, but assuredly, “Mom, I know what you want, but I also know what you need. Trust me, mom. I’ll take care of you. Trust me. Mom, I know best….” She eyes had a wild look about them, and I could see the fire building as my hand massaged her vulva. I inserted two fingers into her vagina and arched them upward searching for that one special location. When I found her spot, I rubbed ever so gently with my fingers until the texture changed and her body reacted. She no longer had any will of her own. She completely belonged to me, and her body served my purposes. I rubbed faster and harder. Faster and harder. Faster and harder. Her arms clung around me as she climbed…higher and higher. Her stomach just above her vulva began to become red and splotched. She threw her head back and gyrated her body to the motion of my hand. With two fingers I had built her a new world. The red blotches on her skin spread over her body and her face even turned red. Her breathing was labored, and she forced her legs completely open. I had to wrap my legs around her right leg just to hang on. She tensed. She flung herself. She tensed. She flung her hips upward. She arched her back and lifted her body on her shoulders and feet. She flung her head back and let out a bone chilling scream like nothing I had ever heard. The scream didn’t stop; rather it trailed off slowly like a dying animal. I found it eerie…and I found it exciting. I wondered what Jessie was thinking when she heard her mother scream in uncontrolled ecstasy knowing that it was her own husband ravishing mom. My wife had experienced female ejaculation twice with me, but I’ve never seen what her mom did. It was as if she lost all bladder control. She soaked the bed. Cheryl flopped, down on the bed and kicked back up three times before she settled. She grabbed my head in her hands and pulled my face over hers. “Now!” She looked me wild in the eyes. “Now!” I maneuvered myself on my knees between her outstretched legs, and pulled her knees up to the bent position again. Her skin flinched at every touch. When my fingers touched her stomach she arched her back and strained her neck. I positioned my hands on the bed on each side of her waist just above the curve of her hips as I placed my weight on them. I pulled myself to her I level and looked directly into her eyes. I bent low and kissed her lightly on the lips, and with my lips still touching hers I said, “This is it mom. Are you sure you want to fuck me?” “I want you more than I ever wanted any man.” She responded to my vulgar talk by arching her pelvis toward me and pressing my face into her breasts. I rested on my elbows and softly kneaded her breasts with my now free hands. As I pressed forward I felt the heat and the moisture of her most intimate. As I easily pressed fully into her, I watched her eyes and she watched mine. We were together, alone, two and yet one as I full submerged my throbbing member into my mother. The feeling inside a woman who has climaxed like Cheryl had just climaxed is unlike anything in the world. The vagina and vulva are already swollen beyond her experience, and the slippery, slimy lubricant is replaced with a less viscous, drenching flow. The friction is greater. The tightness is greater, and every nerve ending is enhanced. I drove into her again and again leaving her completely and then returning with force. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms about my shoulders as I felt a tension building in her again. She rocked back and forth a few inches as she chanted softly in my ear, “ More. More. More. More…” As she started to shake and her fingernails dug into my shoulders, I thrust as far into her as I could and held it. I distinctly felt each vaginal muscle contract as her orgasm started at the core, and I felt as each muscle in her body contracted with the fierce shudder of indulgence. Her head dropped. Her arms fell away. Her legs swung away. She lay completely satiated beneath me. Her eyes were closed as she tried to catch her breath. My seed seeped out of my mother as I lay next to her, I on my stomach and her on her back. I was watching her face when she opened her eyes. She gazed at me for what seemed like an eternity. Her hand lightly brushed through my hair and she looked at the ceiling as she said, “Anything. I will do anything for you. You own me. Any time, any place, anything you want…I’m yours.” She looked at me. She yawned. “What can I do for you. Anything. I want to please you.” I reached out and cupped her breast in my hand. “Mom, I’ve always dreamed of being woken up in the morning by you sucking on my penis and letting me finish in your mouth. Jessie does that for me sometimes, but I find the thought of you doing that to be irresistible.” “I love fellatio…I would be honored.” She flashed me the eyes again and turned over so that I could spoon her as we went to sleep. When I did, my slightly erect penis pressed between her cheeks again, and I felt her hand reach back and stroke my thigh. “I’ve never been taken there, but I’d sure let you be the first.” “I’d be honored to have your ass…mom.” Anything For My Sons I would do anything for my sons. They are my life, and here is our story.... My name is Candy. I am a divorced mother of two strong, tall, muscular boys Billy & Jimmy. Billy is 21, and Jimmy just turned 20 a month ago. Both are out of school now, and both still are living at home. I am 44, and although not skinny, I look very good for my age. I was blessed with 38 dd's, and all through my life I could make heads turn when I walked by. I do have a bubble butt, but I had never heard any complaints from my occasional dates or my boys. I work as a waitress during the day at a local diner, and with the good tips I can support my two sons and myself. My boy's father left me when they were young. When he left me, he felt that family life was not for him, and one day he just left the boys and myself a goodby note and we never seen him again. One thing that the boys didn't inherit from their father, was the size of their dicks. My ex-husband was much smaller than my boys, who both have 8" and thick cocks. So I raised them by myself, and they always were there for me if I needed any chores or work around the house done. I dated men off and on but never really got serious with any of them. My boys have always been into sports, and both participate in local baseball and basketball teams. They are often coming home with their buddies from one of their teams, who I often would catch admiring my body, trying not to be noticed. I am flattered from their naughty leering, but what turns me on the most, are that my sons always had that lustful look in their eyes when they would be near me as well. And I often would go to my room at night and masturbate thinking of them lately. What caused me to start having sex with my sons occurred about 2 weeks ago. I had come home early as business at the diner was slow that day, and my boss left me go home early. I walked into the house, and as I went to the kitchen, I could hear my boys in the basement. We had a family room down there with a tv, pool table, and furniture. My boys often spent a lot of time down there, and often took their friends down there some nights to join them. I seldom went down there except to clean up or relax when I was alone, but otherwise, it was basically for my boys. As I walked past the basement door, I could hear the two of them talking. I stopped suddenly when I heard Jimmy telling Billy, "Our mom is hot! What I wouldn't give to fuck her and suck those big tits." Not to be outdone, Billy added, "Yeah, I would love to have her suck my cock. Hell, she could do both of us, I wouldn't complain!" I gasped as I listened to them talk about me, not knowing I was home. As I said, I spent some nights playing with my cunt thinking of them, but never before this did I seriously think about acting on it. I continued to listen as they continued to talk excitedly, and then I heard Billy tell Jimmy, "Maybe we should tease her, and see if she stops us. I am so hard right now thinking of seeing my mother naked." Jimmy said, "Maybe we both could double fuck her!" I knew this would be incest, but I have been really randy lately as I haven't dated for months. I thought about it some, then decided on how I could seduce my boys, and let them experience what they have only been fantasizing about up to now. So I tip-toed back to my door, and opened and slammed it hard. I walked back over to the kitchen and heard my sons bounding up the steps from the basement. "Hi mom, you are home early. I missed you mother," Billy said, then kissed my lips lightly. Jimmy also came up and kissed my cheek and added, "Glad you are home." Then I looked down and noticed my boys with huge hardons in their jeans. I told them, "I am going to make something to eat. Do either of you have plans tonight?" They both told me no, then I added, "Why don't the three of us go out to see a movie tonight?" I remembered we still had a Drive-In movie theater in our town. (I know there aren't many left, but we still had one.) "We can go to the drive-in tonight, and I heard they had a chick-flick", I said. They both high-fived each other, then said they couldn't wait. They went back to the basement and I plotted my seduction of my sons at the movies tonight. After dinner, I went up to get ready. To seduce them properly, I had to wear as little as possible. So I showered and put on a pair of daringly short daisy-dukes with my thong panties, and a tube top, which was about two sizes too small for my large breasts. We were going to an outdoor movie theater, and it would be just the three of us alone in our car. As I walked back into the kitchen, my two boys just stopped and gawked as they saw their hot mother not wearing a whole hell of a lot. "Wow mom, you look great!", they said simultaneously. I replied, "Want me to go put more clothes on guys, if you think this doesn't look right?" Both said that I was fine, urging me saying that we needed to get going and hoping that they could distract me from changing my mind and putting more clothes on. I grabbed some things and we headed to the movies. The boys sat in the back of the car as I drove to the theater. I could hear some whispering, but couldn't make out what they were saying. But knowing what I had heard them say in the basement earlier today, I had a pretty good idea it was about me and getting me naked. And I had every intention of letting them. But I knew it turned me on to take control of the seduction, and my thong panties were wet ever since I put them on, as I was so eager to fuck my boys tonight. When we paid to get in the drive-in, the girl looked in at me and her eyes got big as she saw the tube top barely covering my nipples. I smiled at her as we pulled in and found a spot in the back row. There weren't very many cars there, so we were alone. "So guys, want me to come back there and sit with you?" Jimmy said, Yeah mom, there is plenty of room!" I climbed out, and as I got in the back seat I got between the two boys. I knew when he said there was plenty of room, that it wouldn't be much more. Their thighs were tight against me as I told them to watch the movie. I wasn't going to do anything at first, but I was getting hot thinking that if they touched me, I would let them. I wanted to tease them a little first. Soon the movie started, and it was a chick flick. Barely clad cheerleaders were running around kissing and shaking their tits and asses. I peeked at my boys and noticed the huge bulges in their pants, wondering if it was the movie or me. But I just sat still, to see what they would do. Pretty soon I felt Billy move his hand on my thigh. I sat still as I guess Jimmy saw this and he did too. Then I moved a little bit and they quickly removed their hands and put them back into their laps. Then I told them, "I just can't seem to keep my tube top up, I think it's too small!" Jimmy and Billy looked over and stared at my tits, almost willing my top to slide off with their eyes. So not to disappoint them, I subtly shook my shoulders, and they gasped as they saw my tube top just hanging on my now hard nipples. So I went in for the kill, and raised my hands over me, and my tube top slipped to my lap. The boys eyes got as big as saucers, as I told them "Oops, damn this top, it never did really fit right!" I started to pretend to pull it up when Jimmy said, "You don't have to mom, your tits are beautiful." So I left the top laying in my lap, then I said,'Well boys, I got an idea. Pretend I am your date, now what would you do with your dates?" Then my boys each grabbed a boob, and started to feel and pinch my nipples. I started squirming as they explored the topless mother. I enjoyed them roughly pawing my tits, as when I was being handled or fucked rough, it always turned me on more. My panties were a sloppy mess, as I quickly put my arms around their shoulders, and guided their mouths to my breasts. They needed no more encouragement as each sucked in a nipple, and I egged them on. I was moaning and telling my boys to suck harder, as their lips and tongues explored each of my big tits. They were occupied with sucking my perked nipples, so I reached both my hands into their laps, feeling their cocks. It was the first time I realized how really big they were besides just seeing huge lumps. They groaned as they started to suck my nips harder. I unzipped their shorts, and they assisted me by shimmying out of them quickly. Then they pulled down their underwear, and two big boners popped up into my hands. I wrapped my hands around them, and started giving them each a hand job. I noticed the windows of the car were fogging up, but I didn't really care if anyone saw us anyways. I was going to have my boys, and no one could stop me. I knew this was incest, but I was so hot I didn't care. This was my life, and all I wanted was to make my boys happy. Then I leaned over and took Jimmy's cock into my mouth. He already had some precum dripping, so I lapped it up. Meanwhile, I felt Billy start pulling my daisy dukes off. I got on my knees to give him better access, and in no time I was divested of my shorts and thong. Now I concentrated on Jimmy, and I sucked him deep into my mouth, taking all 8" of his cock. "Suck my cock mom, oh that feels so good. Suck me off mom!, he cried out. I alternated between sucking his cock, then I'd lick up and down his shaft, then I'd suck and lick his huge balls. I hadn't forgot about Billy, and I jumped as his tongue entered my pussy. I was feeling myself reaching my climax as my son knew how to really eat my pussy, and while he had his face buried in my pussy, I came all over it. Jimmy couldn't take my deep throating his wonderful dick and he grabbed my head and spurted his ejaculations down my throat. I pulled up on it so i could taste his wonderful sperm, gulping and gagging while I rode out my orgasm with Billy, and sucked down every drop of Jimmy's cum. Billy was rustling about when I felt his cockhead now at the entrance to my pussy. I took my mouth off of Jimmy's cock and yelled back, "stick your big, beautiful cock in me Billy. Fuck your mother!" Then he slammed his cock into my gooey, sopping wet pussy. I fucked back at him as we worked up a rhythm, and I again went down and started sucking Jimmy again. Before long his cock was rigid and I just nibbled and sucked it, as I wanted him to fuck me next. But right now, Billy was doing a wonderful job slamming into my cunt, I was having one orgasm after another. I was the sandwich between my two boys, and I couldn't think of anyplace better to be. I fucked and sucked as my boys began to really pound both my mouth and cunt. Billy then grunted, "I am going to cum mom! I am fucking my mom, it's a dream come true!" I pulled off of Jimmy and told my other son to cum in my pussy. "Fill me with your seed Billy!" And he pulled me tight and didn't disappoint me. He shot inside of me and that wonderful feeling of having my pussy walls coated by my own son's cum made me climax harder than I ever had. I came so hard I actually saw stars, and meanwhile Jimmy was pawing my swinging tits, helping me over the edge, my mouth stretched around his cock. I collapsed on Jimmy, as Billy soon pulled out after, our mixed juices all over my pussy and ass, and dribbling onto his cock, as well as dribbling down my legs. I took a moment for a breath, then told Jimmy to sit up. I climbed over him, and Billy told me, "Man you have great tits mom. And you are a great fuck!" I grabbed Jimmy's cock and slowly descended down, inching that huge cock into my slippery cunt. I noticed Jimmy was a little bit wider than his brother, and I had never felt so full cock. I started to ride his dick as Billy got up and stood on the seat, then I slipped his cock into my mouth and gave him the same pleasure as I did his brother earlier. I could taste his spent cum mingled with my juices as I started to suck his cock in deep, while I continued to slam down on Jimmy's cock. The two boys kept encouraging me to make them cum, and I was not going to disappoint them. I felt so full of cock, as I felt so wonderful that my body felt like it was on fire. As I fucked and sucked my wonderful boys, I knew I would be their personal slut for as long as they wanted me. Before long, I felt another earth shattering orgasm take hold of me. Jimmy finally let loose in my cunt, and started to flood me with his hot spurts. He shot so much cum into me that it was running out of my pussy and all over him. I was still rapidly sucking Billy, when he grabbed my head and shot come into my mouth. I tried to hold it and savor it, but for a guy who had already cum once, he filled me with what seemed like a gallon of his manjuice. I gulped and sucked until he finally started going limp, savoring how delicious he tasted. I licked the last few traces of his seed of his cock, then I got up and did the same with Jimmy. We eventually just sat back, all still naked in the back seat as the movie was almost over. I gave each of their cocks one more squeeze, then told them "Your mom is your cock slut. I want you both to use me as much as you want!" "Thanks mom!, they replied, then they each kissed me deeply, tongues sliding deep into my mouth. Then I quickly wanted to get them home to my bed. "Well boys, time to go home, think you can get these cocks up and fuck me some more?" I asked. "You bet your ass mom!" they said in unison. And that is how it all started... Billy was up early as he rushed off to see his friends this morning. They were going to play some basketball in another town. I was in the kitchen just in my panties, as now that my boys and I are having sex regularly, we've all been walking around the house in various states of undress. I heard Jimmy come down as I figured he would be running off somewhere soon. I stood at the counter cleaning when he walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me, and kissed my neck. "Good morning mother, I love you", he told me. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my ass, and I reached around and found him naked. "Hi son, what do you want for breakfast?" I asked. Why mother, how about a blowjob?' I grinned, "My, are we horny for your mom already?" I turned around and he put his hand on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. I've grown accustomed to sucking and fucking my boys whenever they wanted, and I wouldn't deny my son now. I slipped my hand over his rock hard cock, and started to stroke it. "Want your mother to suck you off? Going to feed me your sweet cum?" "Yes mom, your mouth is so hot. Please blow me!" So, not diappointing my son, I slid his cock into my mouth, while I cupped those sperm filled balls. I pushed it to the back of my throat, and swallowed him whole. I had a lot of practice over the years giving blowjobs, so I was able to avoid gagging. But I also knew that sucking my two boys off was a severe challenge, because 8" dicks can be a mouthful. I teased him as I my mouth slid back and forth over the full length of his manhood. He was moaning and encouraging me when I pulled my mouth off , which surprised him. "Billy, I want to give you a surprise this morning". I got up and reached for the butter on the counter and handed it to him as I continued, "rub some butter on your cock and into my asshole." I saw his eyes light up as I added, "I am really in need of a good assfuck this morning Jimmy." I hadn't let my sons fuck my ass yet, but I figured it was time to let him have my last hole this morning that he hadn't had his cock in yet. "Wow mother, Your asshole looks so sexy. I can't wait to stick my cock in there!", he told me. Then he slid his buttered filled finger into my ass, as I leaned over the kitchen counter to give him better access, and he was throroughly working the butter around my anus. I was squirming on his fingers when I moaned, "You can fuck me now Jimmy, but take it easy until I get adjusted to it. It's been a long time since your momma had a cock in there, and never one as big as yours!" He got up and kissed me on the lips as I looked at him, then I felt his cock touching my anal ring. Slowly he pushed, and I felt his cockhead slip past my my sphincter. I grunted, as already I felt how far he was stretching my asshole. "Go ahead Jimmy, give me a little more", which he started to slide it in even further. The butter was slippery, but his girth was stretching me wider and it was giving me some pain. But I knew it would only be until I had grown accustomed to him inside of me. He then reached around me, and pulled on my nipples, and when he did that, I bucked my ass back and his whole cock slipped in deep. I groaned, but we just stood there a minute until I said, "Okay Jimmy, start off slow and then pick up speed when I tell you to." My obedient son was so gentle, and soon he was fucking my ass at a nice, slow pace. "Your ass is so tight mom, it feels so goooood!" Then I started to move my ass harder against him and told him to fuck me harder. He was molesting my tits and plunging into my bowels, and I was now feeling my cunt juices flowing as I was proud of taking all of my son's cock into my ass. I moaned and told Billy to fuck me harder, and the nerve endings in my asshole were driving me insane. He slipped one of his hands down to my pussy and started to finger fuck me as he rode my ass. "You are so wet Mother", he stated, "And I love your ass, but it's so tight I can't hold out much longer!" His fingers that were sawing away in my pussy brought me to an incredible orgasm, and when I pushed back into him, he exploded into my ass. I felt him spurting so much cum that I was feeling it slipping out of my asshole and down my legs. He continued to pump more loads in to me, and I writhed from the excitement. Finally, I collapsed on the counter, and he stayed inside my ass until he softened and slipped out. I then turned around, and got on my knees and licked him clean, tenderly licking and sucking his deflated member. I got up and I told him, "You fucked me so good son. Let's go have some breakfast." And that was how my wonderful day started. I was coming home from work and walked into my kitchen. Jimmy had left me a note letting me know that he was staying over at a friend's house tonight. He stays with him every so often, and I wasn't worried about him. I remembered this morning how he fucked my ass so good. As I was standing there, I heard some voices down in the basement. I walked over to the door and listened. I heard one of his friends who I knew as Pete, talking to my son saying, "Man your mother is hot. I saw her at the diner the other day and I want to fuck her so bad." Billy answered, "I know, she is a hot looking woman, isn't she?" Then I heard other voices of a few other boys telling Billy they would love to see me naked and gangbang me! I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but lewd thoughts crossed my mind and I ran my fingers under my skirt and rubbed my pussy. I kept listening as they started describing what they would do to me if they could. Billy finally said, "Just keep your dicks in your pants guys, I doubt my mother will let you fuck her. "I was glad he never mentioned that he was having sex with me during the last two weeks. I walked up to take a shower. I was so hot and bothered, that I could feel how wet my cunt was as I got into the shower, the juices running down my legs. I couldn't get the image out of my mind of imagining the boys fucking and sucking me as I played with my pussy until I came hard on my fingers. I finished my shower, put a little make-up on, and went into the bedroom. I stood at my full length mirror, and decided why not let Billy and his buddies have me. It was one of my fantasies that I never had fulfilled, and now was a better time than any to take care of those horny guys. I just slipped on my robe, and slipped on a pair of high heel shoes. My pussy spasmed as I thought about being practically naked when I walked down into the basement. Then I got my nerve up, and went to the kitchen and stood at the door. I heard them playing pool, so I walked down the steps into the basement. When the guys saw me, their eyes all lit up at seeing the object of their desire. Billy was surprised, but came over to me and kissed my cheek. I looked around, there was Billy and Pete, and 3 other boys from the basketball team. I didn't really know their names, but they all had those hot athletic bodies. All were in their 20's, and tall. Anything For My Sons "I hope you don't mind guys, but I was feeling a little lonely tonight. I figured maybe you could all keep me some company. They all stood around me in their shorts and basketball shirts, and I told them to go finish their pool game. They were getting pretty competitive as I sat on the sofa and watched. Billy and Pete were playing each other and I walked up to the pooltable. The guys were all watching me, as they had been doing the whole time I was down there with them. I told them, "Okay you two. Let's make this game more interesting. Who ever wins, I will do anything they asked. Billy stared at me, like he could see through my robe and he said "okay mom. Anything right?" I told them ,"Yes, anything." The boys racked the balls, and I sat down again, letting my robe slip open a little. The swell of my large breasts and almost one leg were bared. All 5 sets of eyes kept looking back at me, but I guess Pete was so distracted that Billy beat him easily. Billy smiled, then walked over to me. "Mom, we both know why you are down here, and I know you are naked under that robe You want us all, and you are about to get your wish", he said matter-of-factly. With that, he pulled me up from the sofa, and untied my robe. He slowly slipped it open and slid it off of me. The other four guys gasped as I stood there naked, only wearing high heels. Then I told them, "I'm yours tonight to do with me as you want. So get naked, so we can get started." Billy had already undressed while I was talking to his friends. I slipped to the floor and started licking his cock, as I watched the other guys whipping off their shorts and shirts. That was quite a sight, seeing four guys naked with hardons and only wearing shoes and socks. The image made my pussy gush, as I slid Billy's cock into my mouth. Soon, all the boys gravitated around me, and I was close up to 5 very hard pricks. I slipped off of Billy, and slipped Pete's cock into my mouth. "Oh Mrs. Birch, damn that feels so good. Suck me off!" He started to pump his hard cock into my mouth as I wrapped my hands around Billy's and another boy's cock. I removed my mouth from Petes dick, and moved to the next boy. I continued to suck each one, and moved around in a circle, spending some time to work them into a frenzy. I soon had all the guys rigid and ready to fuck me, and Billy pushed me onto my hands and knees, my ass in the air. Billy then climbed under my ass, and started licking my cunt. I squirmed as I felt one of the boys get behind me and pulled my asscheeks apart, and started licking my ass. I was squirming as two tongues and mouths worked me into a frenzy. Pete came up to my face, and I took his cock into my mouth. The other two boys, not to be outdone, climbed under me and started to suckle my tits and nipples. I couldn't believe how hot I was, cum flowing from my cunt into Billy's mouth as I seemed to be having one orgasm after another. I wrapped my hands around the two cocks of the boys sucking my tits, as Pete fed me his cock, fucking my face. I groaned as the tongue in my ass slid deep inside, bucking me down harder onto Billy's tongue. Then the boys pulled out, and I told Pete to lay on the floor. I climbed over him, and spread my cuntlips and slid down on his cock. He wasn't quite as big as Billy, but it was plenty for me. He sighed as my cunt enveloped his manhood. The other boys all had nice sized pricks too, so I knew whichever of my holes they were in, I'd be filled. I told Billy to come fuck my ass. I was so wet there from having it licked earlier, that Billy just slipped right in. I groaned as he was about as big as his brother, but since the ass fucking this morning, it didn't hurt as bad. I pulled one of the boys over and told him I wanted his cock in my mouth, and I grabbed the remaining two cocks and started jerking them off. I could just imagine the sight this must have looked like from an outside observer, but I do know it was better than any fantasy I ever dreamed of. The boys were soon fucking all three of my holes, I never felt so full in my life. Billy's cock felt so good in my ass and I guess because it was so tight, he was the first to cum. He shoved deep and shot hot cum into my asshole. I didn't have much time to enjoy it when the boy in my mouth shouted he was coming, and then copious amounts of sperm shot over my tongue and deep into my mouth. My mouth and ass were like a vacuum as it sucked my son and the boy in my mouth cocks dry. One of the boys that I was jerking off then replaced my son, and I felt another cock fill my ass. The boy that was in my mouth was soon replaced by the other boy who had been sucking my tit. I was surprised at how well Pete was fucking my pussy, he was just doing it slow and keeping me on edge the whole time. So there I was, so full of cock, all three of my holes filled to capacity. The boy in my mouth had a wider girth than even my son's cock, and although not as long, I worked it as best I could with my mouth stretched to capacity. Billy and the guy who had come in my mouth earlier were now under me sucking and nibbling on my tits. Then I felt the cock in my mouth grow even larger, and he started to spurt into my mouth. I felt Pete rise up, and started cumming and soon my pussy walls were awash, and I could feel my cunt being filled as he pumped so much of it into me. I guess it was too much for the guy in my ass with me pushing back at him, that he too filled my ass full of cum. My pussy spasmed, and with the two boys sucking my tits, I came so hard that I got so weak in my legs and arms, I just fell over onto the three boys and I felt them wrap their arms around me. Soon we untangled themselves, and I walked to the sofa. Each boy including Billy came over and I again sucked each cock until they each filled my mouth with cum. I must have drank a gallon of their loads tonight. My cunt and ass were sore, but I just laid there satisfied as the boys got dressed and all said goodby and left. Billy walked over and kissed me, and said, "That was the hottest thing I ever saw mom. And I loved fucking your ass." Then I whispered to him, " don't get too excited son, Jimmy had my ass this morning. So now, I am complete, both my boys had all my holes. " I loved my sons, and I would do anything for them...