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Bang Baby Bang

By: syd_v63



Editor: GaleWillow



Bang Baby Bang Ch. 02



I know the previous part to this story was a little long for some of you so for that I apologize but for those of you who requested more, here it is. I would especially like to thank my wonderful editor Gale Willow for all she has done on all my stories so far. Just knowing she will peruse my work and polish the rough edges has given me a greater confidence from which to write.

Chapter 6 (Everyone has an Oedipus complex, don't they? or Give it up dad cause mom just did)

Rachel and Michael spent the day in and out of bed. It was like they were different people, communicating on a very different level. They had talked about a number of things that morning, school, work, sports, and life in general. A significant portion of their conversation had been on Michael's choice of University. He had made his decision by comparing both athletic programs and academic opportunities. He wasn't foolish by any means, and knew that the only way to get ahead was through education, sport was a good in but the likelihood of playing professionally was slim. Rachel talked about her university experiences, although they were vastly different than his were going to likely be, she did hers part-time, was married and had, had a kid. It took her six years to do what most kids had done in four but regardless she came away with a degree in Business Administration. It also explained why Michael had no siblings; his parents were busy with their educations and fighting the stigma of being young parents. The conversation meandered through university life, class choices, the importance of studying, to parties, girls, and finally the conversation turned to sex.

"So I take it from your performance today that you're not a virgin?" She had a sly smile on her face as she spoke.

They were back in Michael's room; she was standing across from him, leaning against his desk, sipping from her coffee cup. She was still naked; she had been naked all morning, not bothering to dress because she was still planning on fucking him some more. Her nudity seemed natural, the whole sordid mess seemed natural, erotic and taboo sure but there was no guilt, no crazy emotional outbursts of fear or fright at what took place between them, all in all she felt exhilarated. To put it bluntly she felt like she was a teenager again and she was in love/lust with some hunky guy who if she played her cards right would be fucking her silly for a long time. So being in her son's room naked actually felt quite good, surprisingly. She had her left arm folded across her body just under her breasts, as she continued sipping her coffee, this pose accentuated her firm gorgeous tits which sat high on her chest, and her legs were crossed at the ankles, giving greater emphasis to her hips and thighs. Her beautiful hour glass frame overwhelmed him at times, especially given the view he had of that perfect little landing strip less than an inch wide that lead directly to his mother's tight pouty vaginal lips and heaven. If he bothered to look closer he would have noticed her heightened arousal, starting with the flush of her skin at her neck and breast, how it travelled down her center over the imperceptible curve of her stomach to her groin and her Venus Mons. The blush of her skin radiating out signifying the body's desire for sex and culminating at her vaginal lips that are moistening and becoming wet, indicating her readiness to copulate. But being young and inexperienced he couldn't get past her all over tan that accentuated her shapely look and help to highlight her shaved vaginal area, firm breasts with their silver dollar sized areolas and hard nipples.

"So, what was the question again?" Michael broke from his daydream, shaking his head slightly, causing his eyes to blink and refocus.

"Are you a virgin?" She repeated, smiling as she noted his reverie. It signified to her just how enthralled he was with her and she loved it.

"No, I'm not." Michael blushed again as he answered. He was sitting up in his bed drinking from the water bottle his mother had just handed him. She had come down the stairs from the kitchen naked, handed him the bottle of water, as though her naked appearance was an everyday occurrence. She turned and walked over to his desk, so he could watch that perfect ass of hers sway as she went. The image just kept playing over and over again in his mind, distracting him and making completely unfocused. Her body was toned and well muscled, firm and sexy. She again turned to face him leaning casually against the desk as though it was perfectly natural to be in his room without clothes. He stared at her agape eyes looking glazed over. 

"What?" She asked smiling at him knowing full well the effect her nudity was having on him. He was paused staring at her, his facial expression clearly indicating shock and awe.

"I just can't get over the fact that you're naked in my room." He said looking at her.

"Really, I'm naked in your room and that has you flabbergasted; the fact that you just fucked your mother hasn't blown your mind at all?" She continued to smirk, the fact that they had fucked did more than just blow her away, she was euphoric. Deep down she knew that she should be in turmoil, she should have misgivings and pangs of guilt but instead she was remarkably aroused and horny as hell. The sex she had just had with her son was better than anything she had experienced before. When she was upstairs making coffee and getting her son a bottle of water she found her mind wandering back to their time together this morning. She had never considered herself a size queen but after this morning she definitely was considering things differently. The size of his cock stretching her and penetrating her more deeply and thoroughly than anything ever had, push into her cervix wowed her beyond belief. Size wasn't the only thing that shocked her, she found herself turned on by the idea of incest. It added an erotic edge to their love making that she hadn't counted on and her son's staying power was just an added bonus. They had plenty of time before his father came home and she intended to make the most of it.

"Well yeah that has me blown away a bit for sure." He said looking down at his feet and rubbing his hand through his hair. He had always known his mother was hot. He had fought it though not willing to go there; he had even fought with his friends when they brought it up but after bumping into her when he came out of the shower well that changed everything, dramatically. Things were moving fast and he really didn't have time to assess their relationship. Their relationship that fact alone just began to sink in, he and his mother were in a relationship. "I really don't know what to think about that."

She smiled again at him and slowly sipped her coffee, very aware of her body. Her nipples were hard and erect standing out from the roundness of her firm breasts like pink eraser tips. She could feel herself becoming wet and knew she wanted to fuck him again. The question was would he want to fuck her again, she knew he'd likely fuck her again today that much was a given, but would he want to keep this going, would he want something more, would he want a relationship? "Well you'll just have to get used to it because I plan on being this way more often. Is there anything else you're having difficulty with?"

"Well I'm not really having a difficulty with it but I'm amazed that you shave." He smiled at her as he spoke; it was actually a real turn on for him.

"So do you apparently." She noted using her coffee cup to point towards her son's junk.

"Yeah, that's a left over from when I dated Jenny Roth."

"Well mine is more because I like the way it feels, especially when I get wet and have a nice hard cock sliding in and out of me." She watched his reaction as she spoke so wantonly. She could see his erection beginning to form under the sheet; boys are so easy she thought. "There is something about the feel of skin on skin. Especially, drenched, slick skin, that's become hard sliding on a sodden, sopping, sloppy wet, pussy needing to be fucked and sucked. Now that's a turn on don't you think?" 

Again she watched her son shift in the bed as his erection began to make itself known, his face reddening and his body shifting nervously in the bed. She would definitely be fucking him again today and if she was lucky, tomorrow and the day after.

"So when did you lose your virginity?" Rachel inquired, not sure she really wanted to hear the answer. But she felt sorry for his nervousness and wanted to keep the conversation going.

"Two years ago." He said straight out hoping that would be the end of it.

"And?" She let the questioning tone hang in the air.

"And it was Jenny Roth."

"Oh okay the one that liked you shaved, that makes sense. I remember her now; she was the one with the teeth." An odd pang of jealousy shot through her as soon as she heard the name. She felt very high school in her retort. Thinking to herself 'Oh my god what am I fifteen all over again, having a fit because my boyfriend dated other girls.'

"She had braces mom, they were the invisible ones. And it was just her front two teeth that were out of place."

"So braces and pubic hair, I get why she wanted you to shave." Rachel responded trying to get her jealousy in check. "Yeah well she was cute, even if her smile crooked. Did she shave too?"

"Yeah." His answer was short and sweet but somehow he knew his mother wasn't going to leave it like that.

"Was it a landing strip, just the edges or was she bald?"

"She was shaved bald."

"Did you like that?" She asked.

"Yes." Again his reply was brief.

"Do you like how I look?" She asked.

"Very much." He replied honestly.

"I like the way you look too." She blushed

"Thanks." He said.

"Would you like me bald?" She asked.

"If you want but I like the way you are now too." He was getting aroused and nervous all at the same time.

"So tell me more about this girl." Rachel saw her son's nervousness and taking pity on him decided to change the subject.

"What do you want to know?" He asked.

"What else did you like about her?" Again she could feel herself getting jealous anticipating the answer.

"I thought her smile was one of her best features." He replied.

"One of her best features, were there others, more sexual in their nature?"

"Well she did have a nice rack." He whispered under his breath as he looked down at his chest.

"I heard that. You always were a 'Boob Man' even when you were a baby. So was she your one and only?" She was smiling as she took in a deep breath asking the last question and shook her head allow her dark brown hair to cascade down her shoulders. She was doing her best to look enticing and provocative, after all she was thirty-eight and he was nineteen, girls his age had youth and perky tits on their side. Again with the jealousy, she really had to get that in check. She had no idea where this was coming from. Suddenly she was an insecure high school kid with a crush on some boy way out of her league. Or maybe she was in love with someone half her age and way out of her league. Either way her insecurity was causing her to feel threatened and this drove her need to secure her lover.

"No, she wasn't." Now he was feeling embarrassed, he wasn't too sure about sharing his sex life with others especially his mother. But given the recent change in their relationship he really didn't know how to respond so he settled for the truth.

"Oh really? I know this is a little late but you did use protection?" She hadn't even thought about Michael having an active sex life. Aside from the health risk associated with unprotected sex, her mind started to wander to other things, 'Oh god he's been with other girls, younger girls, beautiful hot girls with tight bodies... STOP IT!' She was going to make herself nuts.

"Yes mom. All the time." He reassured her.

"Well you didn't today." She was not only admonishing him but herself as well with that statement.

"Well things kind of got away from me here. You gotta admit this is a little crazy?" He replied not really knowing how to tell his mom that it was her lust that did him in, along with some crazy desire he really didn't know he had until recently. Cumming inside her was an extreme thrill he hadn't really thought of before. It wasn't just the feeling of skin on skin it was something more, something visceral that he couldn't place but the need to cum in her was strong and he wanted to do it again despite the risk. "It's not every day that my life goes wild like this."

"Well things get crazy for you and you forget to use a condom how does that happen? What if I'm pregnant?" It was only as she said it that the thought really began to sink in. Oddly she didn't seem as concerned as she thought she should, in fact she felt rather titillated and aroused by the idea of her own son knocking her up, it was an odd sensation and one she would have to revisit sometime. "What if you knocked me up?"

For his part Michael blushed at the thought. He really didn't know how to answer that question or whether it was a question as it seemed to be more of a statement. He did know that he tingled at the idea and it caused a surge of blood to stiffen his already hardened cock. He could feel the mushroom head of his prick flaring in what was most likely pride. To be prideful at what had just taken place between he and his mother seemed somehow diametrically opposite to what he should be feeling. He knew he should be feeling shame, embarrassment, shock, those types of emotions associated with breaking mores, and deeply entrenched values and yet he felt none of those things. He was highly aroused, excited, and gleeful even, and when his mother had said the word pregnant he felt exuberant and yes prideful, 'surely he was seriously fucked up' he thought. 

"So mister did you think about that when your prick was buried deep in my vagina? Did you think as you filled my womb with your cum that you could be knocking me up, did you?" She asked with no actual hint of condemnation in her voice. Nothing to indicate that she even was concerned, her tone might as well have been more easily placed around a discussion of what would you like for supper than the seriousness of being made pregnant by ones son.

"No." Was his straight out answer.

She put her coffee cup down and brought both her hands to her hips. Slowly she slid them over the slight roundness of her tummy, her arms coming together causing her breast to push together further exaggerating their fullness. Her erect nipples stood out proudly as her hands moved down toward her sex. There was nothing she was doing that she wasn't conscious of, she knew the impact these movements were having on her son. She chose her words.

"Look at my pretty pink cunny, it's still slick with your cum." Her hands were now on either side of her sex pressing gently enough to only slight expose her inner labia.

Michael's only response was an almost audible gulp and to continue to stare at his mother's shaved pussy.

"Your seed is inside me baby. Your cock was so tight against my cervix some of your cum must've got into my womb." The index finger of her right hand began to gently pull her lips apart exposing her wet inner folds and the hard nub of her clitoris.

"I don't think you really thought this through when you decided to bang me with that big hard cock of yours, did you she asked her hands still gently exploring her sex.

"AAHhh n-no no not really." He was becoming more nervous than aroused now. 

"Me neither, so if this happens again we're going to have to be more careful aren't we?" She said leaving every indication that this was in all likelihood going to happen again.

"Yes mom a lot more careful." He really wasn't sure that he wanted to be careful, in fact he was leaning more towards the 'Crying havoc and letting lose the dogs of war, damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead' kind of stuff that always got him in trouble when he was a kid.

"So how many times have you done the deed?" Seeing the need to change the mood she switched the direction of the conversation, her curiosity and her jealousy were getting the best of her.

"No one calls it the deed anymore." He said smiling at her as she came and sat on the bed.

"Well then how many times have you had sex?" She asked as she moved toward him, pulling back the covers and getting into bed with him. He spread his legs without thinking, as she slip in between them, as if they'd been lovers for years instead of hours. She was lying on her stomach, perched up by her elbows, her face inches away from his growing erection.

"I've had sex nine times, mom." His voice cracked as he spoke directly. He was trying to assert himself but her sensuality was something to contend with that he had never ever dealt with before. 

"All with the same girl?" She asked looking into his eyes as her fingers began to trace down the length of his shaft.

"N-No, not all with the same girl." This time his voice didn't crack as he spoke but his arousal was evident.

"So you've had nine lovers then?" She began to wrap her hand around his growing appendage, gently stroking it and bringing it back to life.

"No m-m-mom I've only been with th-th-three girls... and one woman." Her continued stroking of his shaft was really making it difficult to concentrate.

"Really and who was that?" She smiled, licking her lips as she spoke and gently placing a kiss on the head of his cock.

"You."

"Have any of these other girls... lovers, ever give you head?" She smiled squeezing his cock in her right hand and gently touching his balls with her left.

"Two." He was looking straight into eyes as they spoke.

"Have any of them ever been able to take it all?" There was a sparkle in her and a smile on her face as she spoke.

"No."

"Well then I guess you're in for a treat." And with that she smiled gave him a quick wink and parting her lovely lips in the shape of a perfect 'O', bent her head over and took half his cock immediately into her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around the head and then snaked its way down the shaft coating it with a thin film of saliva. His immediate reaction was a distinctively loud moan and his head tilted back as the pleasure of his mother's mouth on his hard shaft overwhelmed him send shock waves of pleasure throughout his body.

With a loud sucking pop she withdrew her head from his lap and with a deep gasping inhale of air, spoke. "There is an art to giving good head." She said as she continued stroking his cock while she looked at it admiringly.

"First thing a girl needs to know is when taking on a nice big cock is to take it slow." She emphasizing the words 'Take it slow.' With that she returned her attention to his hard member and casually licked the head and shaft. Still holding his cock in her right hand she began to slowly stroke it from the base to the tip.

"By the way." She paused and looked him straight in the eye before continuing, "That's just as important for you boys to know when servicing girls. No one wants Roger Ramjet zooming around down there all Wyllie-Nellie when they're getting head."

Again she enveloped the head of his shaft in her mouth, licking and sucking the tip, her tongue poking his urethra and twirling around the crown. The effect of this was to cause Michael to bring his head forward and stare directly in his mother's eyes. The look he gave her was a lust filled desire that sent chills down her spine, she knew her lover was going to fuck her senseless after this and she couldn't wait. She placed several gentle kisses on the tip before she spoke again. "Second most important thing to know is eye contact. In my experience this seems a little more important for men than it is women."

This time she stared directly into his eyes as she took him in her mouth, the effect was amazing, watching his face as she swallowed his cock. Her eyes were beautiful and bold as they showed both her passion, for what she was doing and her own desire. Just knowing it was her son's cock in her throat, a cock that had been buried deep in her pussy and was going to be buried there once again made her shiver with lust. Having his cock in her mouth, sliding over her tongue and down her throat, made her feel powerful and vulnerable all at the same time. The power came from watching his facial features as she took him, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his mouth open as if trying to say something but having the words stuck in his throat, the way his body twitched and jumped with every move of her tongue or gentle scrape of her teeth against the head and shaft of his cock. The vulnerability came from the feeling generated by his powerful cock. It was longer and thicker than anything she had ever experienced before. This was a large cock.




Bang Baby Bang Ch. 02



In and out of her mouth she slid his length, almost to the point of gagging. Several times she held him at the back of her throat, creating a powerful vacuum effect with her mouth and throat, around the head of his enormous penis. All the while looking directly into his eyes, even as hers became teary, causing her mascara to streak down her checks. While she was upstairs she had gone deliberately into her bathroom and applied it knowing full well she was going to suck his cock like this and that the mascara would run. The effect it produced was devastating. She looked part nasty wanton slut and part vulnerable, defenceless women force to accommodate the large throbbing cock of her lover which she dutifully did, added to her allure this had almost made Michael ejaculate then and there.

Pulling her mouth off his cock, she swallowed deeply, the saliva and precum that had accumulated in her mouth. She cleared her throat and spoke. "The next most important thing to keep in mind is to pay attention to all the parts." She began stroking his cock with both her hands now.

"The cock is more than just the shaft, it's the head." She stated emphatically as she began looking over his shaft with a more critical eye. "God you're big baby."

"The ridge just under the head is a good place to start." She pointed out as she pulled down on his cock, hard with both hands causing the whole thing to stand up straight and proud accentuating the large bulbous head as the skin of the shaft was pulled tight. The whole thing glistened with a shiny sheen of spit. His testicles were tight and bulging as she squeezed the base in an effort to ensure he didn't cum too soon, she had plans for this cock and they included satisfying her own physical needs as well. Her tongue traced the ridge of his crown completely sending shivers of ecstasy throughout his groin. If she hadn't squeezed the shaft as she did he surely would have erupted in her hand.

"This beautiful little whole at the tip is called the urethra. Watch what happens when I do this." She took her tongue and brought it to the tiny slit poking into it with the tip of her tongue. She began to wiggle her tongue back and forth, driving the tip into the hole. Immediately Michael's shaft flexed and his testicles contracted as shivers of delight travelled down his shaft. His hands immediately jerked forward and were on her head. She smiled as he gently held her face and then let go relaxing his body.

"Of course there's the shaft." She said, moving her tongue away from the tip and tracing down the entire length, leave a wonderful trail of saliva in its wake.

"The base." She spoke again just before her tongue travelled around the bottom of the shaft. His cock head felt magnificent as it gently rubbed against her forehead. She began to place her lips at the base and sucked, giving him firm kisses that were accentuated with audible sucking pops.

"Oh we can't forget the balls." She gently took each shaved testicles into her warm wet mouth. She held them there letting the heat from her mouth permeate each testicle. His body at first tighten in reactionary reflex, but then relaxed, that's when she began to gently suck.

"Ohhhh, god!" He moaned aloud as his back arched. His testicles gently falling from her mouth as his body shuddered in pleasure. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.

"Under the balls." No sooner had she said this, then her tongue began to swirl under his scrotum and move slowly south. There was a devious smile on her face as she licked the sensitive skin under his balls. The smile continued as she spoke. "This is called the perineum."

She began to delicately drawing little circles under his testicles with the tip of her tongue, up to and then over each one. At the same time she gripped his shaft tightly just under the head his cock with her right hand, her thumb began to lightly trace over the tip using the copious amounts of precum that gathered there as a lubricant. The slight tickling sensation of her tongue coupled with the movement of her thumb was bringing him to the edge very quickly.

"W-W-Where did you learn all th-th-this?" He asked as his body shivered with delight.

"Well in my day baby if you didn't want to lose your virginity you had to offer the boys something. This is what I had to offer, you like?"

"D-D-Definitely!" He sighed, knowing full well his mother must have been one hell of a Header Queen in her day. Surprisingly at this very moment that thought didn't really disturb him.

Rachel's continued to lick and suck his shaft and balls as she stroked his cock. Then taking pause she leaned forward.

"Oh and if the boy is really important to you and you really want to show him a good time, there's the anus." Again the smile returned to her face as she drove her tongue to the very spot she spoke of, driving her tongue deeply into his anus.

"Arrrgghhgh." Michael groaned and his knees flexed up, his mother's grip on his cock tightened as she squeeze the base. Her tongue pushed into his anus past the muscle of his sphincter. The thick warm muscle of her tongue invading his body, push deep and opening him up to the attack of tongue. No one had ever done that to him in all his life the effect was amazing. As she gripped his shaft tightly at the base she could feel the pulse of his prostate as it attempted to force his ejaculate from his balls up the shaft of his cock and out. Her grip remained tight and forced his cum to subside although the throbbing agony was almost as intensely pleasurable as it would have been had he spewed his cum all over his chest. Once his spasms subsided she spoke again.

"It is also important that you smile every once in a while. Look your lover in his eyes; let them know you like it, that you're having a good time too." Her own broad smile reinforced her love and passion for what they were doing.

"Use your hands and mouth at the same time. This not only increases his pleasure and changes up the sensations but it gives your jaw a rest. Not all boys cum quickly, some build up to it will others just pop." His eyes rolled into the back of his head as she spoke, he thought at that moment he would likely die of extreme pleasure if it was at all possible. Cumming and going at the same time.

"Oh the other most very important thing is saliva. Lubrication always makes things go well. Remember, the slicker the better." She immediately began to drool large amounts of saliva all over his cock causing the shaft to glisten. Her hand continued to slide up and down his length making him slick and wet. She then sat up on her knees, holding his cock in her right hand while her left gently grabbed and massaged his balls. She stroked him over and over feeling the tension in his body build again towards his climax. 

"Now you're girl, you're bitch, you're slut, whatever." Rachel said dismissively, still having trouble with her jealous nature. "She also needs to know one thing for certain, how to breathe. Choking and gagging may look fun and wild in porn but in real life it's usually a deal breaker."

"When I've decided it's time to try the whole thing I find it's best to take a deep breath just before I go. That way I can take a relaxing breath out when I've reached my maximum depth." She said grinning like the cat that ate the canary. She knew the term maximum depth made her son's eyes light up. It was at that point that her head dove straight down and she engulfed his cock, taking it almost to the base. His body tensed and arched up as he grabbed the sheets, fighting the urge to grab his mothers head and push it the rest of the way down his shaft. He had heard her reference to gagging but at this point he didn't much care, his selfish male ego wanted head and the urge to hold her head in place was quite strong.

Just before he reached the point of no return his mother came upright again releasing his cock from her throat. A mixture of her saliva and his precum glisten all over her face as her dark mascara ran down the sides of her cheeks. She allowed their combined juice to flow out over her bottom lip down her chin and to slowly spill over her succulent breasts. 'God she looked fantastic.' Michael thought to himself.

"The next to last thing to remember now is rhythm. It's important to develop a good rhythm. All these things need to come together in producing the ultimate blow job." And with that said down she went again just as far as the last time holding herself there for mere seconds and then coming back up for air. She held herself again for a moment catching her breath, both hands stroking his cock and then back down she went. She repeated this practice a total of six more times, each time taking more and more of his cock until the last occasion when she took his entire cock to the base. Her nose was pushed up hard against his groin as she held herself there longer than she had previously done. He could feel the back of her throat give and allow him access. Her tongue pressed hard against his shaft pulsing as she held herself in place, the feeling was extraordinary. Then suddenly with a loud gasp she was up and only slightly chocking. Again her eyes watered and her mascara ran, saliva and precum covered her chin as it cascaded down her neck to her breast. In any other circumstance her appearance would be appalling but just now, to Michael it was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed. Once she was able to catch her breath she spoke.

"I know I know I said no choking but I couldn't help it you have one fucking big cock." She smiled broadly as she wiped her chin. She was at that moment prideful on two separate levels. One was in her achievement at deep-throating her son's cock and the other was in her son's magnificent cock. After all she had a hand in creating it. 

"And finally," She spoke again taking more time to regulate her breathing, "there's partner participation." She looked directly at Michael. "Not really important for the girl but the boys seem to like it, let's them feel as if they're in charge of the whole thing."

With that said she reached forward and took Michael's hands in hers and brought them to her body. Now she was leaning over him and her breasts were easier to reach and hold. She placed both of his hands on each of her breasts and squeezed. Then leaving his hands there on her breast to continue squeezing her flesh, she brought her own to each side of Michael's head and kissed him more passionately than she had ever kissed anyone before. The eroticism of this kiss was apparent to both of them and to any observer the lust ridden exchange of lips, tongues and saliva would have either caused great personal arousal or embarrassment.

Michael could taste his precum on his mother's lips and wasn't immediately sure how to respond but the invasion of her tongue and the suction of her mouth and lips didn't give him much opportunity to protest, however futilely. It was in this kiss between two people who should never kiss like this that Michael and his mother fell in love. It was this kiss that doomed both of them to this path from which neither would ever want to leave. Whatever happened next they both wanted it and needed it, they could not be apart and were bonded not only as mother and son but as lovers. Rachel felt her heart move towards her son in a way she had never thought it could. He was becoming her lover and she his, there would be no denying how they felt towards each other. The difficulty now was going to be the rest of the world and more crucially how they were going to deal with her husband.

Quickly the worries of tomorrow faded as the lust of today took its place. Both mother and son were again lost in the sexual fervour that had become their life at this moment. Each wanted nothing more than the pleasure of the other and Rachel wanted her son to experience everything she had to offer.

"Now a good finesse player will add a few extras to her game, such as vocals." Rachel said as she pulled herself away from the kiss. Breaking away from Michael at that point was very difficult, she knew if she didn't she would just end up fucking him and this whole exercise was about the ultimate blow job, she'd fuck him later. She'd fuck him a lot later, over and over again.

Again sitting upright on her knees between her son's legs she composed herself for the task at hand. She began to stroke his beautiful cock and smiled at him wickedly. Then moving closer, bringing her face to his balls all the while smiling that wicked smile, she slowly sucked his left testicle into her mouth, held it there gently and released it only to then suck the other testicle into her mouth. After she released his other testicle she licked his shaft all the way to the tip, never breaking eye contact. She placed a soft kiss on the tip of his penis and then spoke.

"Ummm. Ohhh god baby you have such a big cock." Her stroking became more deliberate and her pace quickened. She again brought her mouth to the head of his cock and took his shaft into her mouth half way covering it with her saliva.

"I love how your dick tastes in my mouth." She said again sucking his cock a little deeper into her mouth combining all the skills she had outlined earlier, setting the pace, keeping eye contact, lots of lubrication and a perfect use of hands and mouth together. "Fuuck I can hardly wait till you cum. I'm going to swallow everything you have to give me."

Michael was going to go over the edge now he was too far gone to hold off. It had taken everything he had not to cum. In fact if it wasn't for his mom squeezing technique he would have blown his load a while ago.

"I'm going to make you fucking blow." And with that said Rachel dove onto his engorged cock and took him completely to the base. She reached over and grabbed Michael's right hand placing it on her head and pushed down indicating what she wanted him to do. Her head bobbed up and down on his shaft and Michael held her as she had shown. She then grabbed his other hand and brought to her head as well pushing down hard indicating to Michael to be more forceful, to which he did. The subsequent groan that escaped her mouth as he began to force her head up and down his shaft incited Michael further and he began to fuck himself in and out of his mother's mouth.

"Oh fuck. Oh you fucking slut, you cock sucking fuck slut you're going to make me cum you bitch!" Michael's shaft continued to slide in and out of his mother's mouth as her delight in the pleasure she was affording him became evident. In and out he went until he could take no more. And when she knew he was close, as close as he had ever been his mother had one more trick. She took her index finger brought it to his anus and pushed.

"FUUUuuuckkk!" He roared as his ejaculate coursed through his cock. His mother's finger had penetrated him where nothing before today ever had. She could feel his prostate spasm and she gently massaged it as his buttocks tightened and his orgasm soared. One two three large volleys of cum exited the head of his shaft blanketing her throat. On the third one she pulled up and brought his cock into her mouth so that she could taste him. For her this act solidified her love for him and now she would give him anything, her body was his to explore, her heart was his to love, and her soul was his to keep. For Michael he knew he could never give this up, his relationship with his mother had changed and he didn't care who knew it, if he could he stay this way forever because that's the way lovers think.



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Ok sorry for the long delay but life gets in the way sometimes and that's exactly what has happened in my case. I have appreciated the comments both critical and supportive (Although I suppose even the critical ones are supportive if seen through the right lens). For those of you who write you may or may not feel the same as I do but sequels can be quite difficult to write. Sometimes characters take on a life of their own and don't go where you initially intend other times stories fall flat and the ebb and flow of things just don't work as they initially did. Hats off to Ahabscribe he can write sequels and keep stories interesting. The other guy to read for sequels is frozenhero1 as he has kept his character going for a year (Happy B-Day Charlie & Miley). Oh yeah Kindred_Kravings now there was a good set of sequels.

Well enough for now on with the story: As always none of this is true, all characters are 18 years or older... yada, yada, yada.

This story contains explicit sex scenes between to consenting adults who happen to be related so if that's not your cup of tea don't read any further. On top of which this is fantasy however 'sick and wrong' it maybe so... The author in no way condones, accepts, argues for or encourages this type of activity in real life. And because it's fiction all the other potential consequences of real life don't apply... so always practice safe sex!!

Feedback is sought after on anything I write, after all how else do you improve. And I will try to write back, haven't always been good at that in the past so forgive me. Voting is good but if you're just going to complain about morality I think you're on the wrong website.

Oh and looking for an editor, if you're out there let me know.

Chapter 7

The Talk

Rachel was in the kitchen putting dishes away when Michael walked in. They had both showered and dressed, if you could call it that. Rachel was wearing one of Michael's sports jerseys and a pair of white cotton panties and Michael had on a T-shirt and a pair of boxers. For a summer day it was quite mild, with the promise of warming up later on that afternoon, so neither of them felt a need to wear more than was necessary. They had showered separately; Rachel felt that it would be the only way that either of them would get out of the shower with any hot water left. Showering together maybe romantic and very sensual but it didn't really lend itself to the practicalities of getting clean. So once dressed they each began to move through their morning routines like any other day.

Upon walking into the kitchen he immediately saw that his mom had set the table and the spot where he normally sat had a place setting with a plate with a sandwich on it. As she busied herself putting away the silverware, Michael couldn't help but notice the smell of her shampoo and the scent of her clean fresh skin which filled the kitchen, it gave him a warm contented feeling deep inside that he hadn't really noticed before. Her smells were everywhere throughout the house, the kitchen, the living room, her bedroom, he knew which rooms she frequented simply by the smell. Her hair was still wet and hung in dark curls across her shoulders and down her back. Although she had dried herself before getting dressed the jersey, his jersey, clung to her in all the right places accentuating the shape of her breast, the curve of her waist and the flare of her thigh. The jersey was barely long enough to cover her panties which peek through just below the hem. There was something remarkably sexy about this look, provocative yet understated. Her long shapely legs stood out even more and the fact that she was bare foot drove Michael instantly crazy as he openly stared at her.

"Sit down and eat, you'll need your strength." The inference was blatant and deliberate and caused Michael to startle before he spoke.

"Thanks for lunch," he said as he sat down at the kitchen table. Rachel had prepared a nice roast beef sandwich with lettuce, tomato, onion, mustard and mayo on a Kaiser roll, with a slice of mozzarella cheese. He had always been the envy of the other kids at school when he came with lunches like these. On occasion he actually sold or traded his lunch to kids for things of considerable value, CD's, Play Station or Xbox games you name he'd gotten it for a simple bagged lunch. 'Fuck people are crazy' he thought.

"You're welcome baby," she replied as she continued putting away dishes. "There's more if you want it."

Michael nodded his thanks as he began to stuff his mouth full of the roast beef sandwich. Rachel continued cleaning up the kitchen, wiping down the counter top and putting the utensils in the dishwasher. She went to the cupboard and took out two glasses and walked over to the fridge. Opening the door she took out the milk and poured herself and her son a glass which she promptly placed on the table for him. A routine she had done over and over again throughout Michael's life, she loved taking care of him, sometimes to the point of doting over him. The only difference this time was how provocatively she was dressed or more to the point undressed. As she placed his glass on the table her breast firmly rubbed up against his back, her hair dangle on his shoulder lightly touching his face, her hand held his shoulder firmly yet with a gentle loving pressure, these gestures were definitely different than before in their meaning and intent. She returned to the counter, placed her glass down and turning around promptly hopped up on the counter facing Michael. She didn't bother to cross her legs as personal modesty seemed a little silly now. Her legs were open, knees bent, gorgeous calves dangling in front of her; she definitely was at her best. This pose served to reveal her panty-clad sex, accent the flare of her hips, her tampering waist and full breast again she was hot and she knew the effect it was producing, God she was gorgeous. It was at that point that Michael realized that the very nature of his relationship with his mom was in fact changing. Here she was doing all the same things she had historically done but in a vastly different way. Now she was dressed in his jersey, wearing only a pair of white cotton panties, she was touching him, caressing him so much so that if he didn't quit focusing on her, he was going to have another erection to deal with. This was a significantly different turn.

He was her son and yet he felt different toward her. Sure some of the same feelings were there, he loved her but somehow it was different. He had mixed emotions. At some point he began to feel possessive, of course her ecstatic cries of joy and her emphatic statements that she was his, didn't dissuade him from this kind of thinking. If anything it drove him to be more possessive. And yet he knew there were boundaries in place, limits, things he could and could not do. Finally there was his father. He could not forget his father, he actually liked his dad, loved his dad and yet he was now competing with him over the same women, god this was twisted. So much so there was a part of him that was determined not to lose the competition.

"Mom?" Michael's voice was tentative as he spoke. There was an edgy nervousness to his tone. He sounded almost apprehensive.

"Yes," Rachel answered sensing the underlying nervousness in her son's voice.

"Have things changed between us?" he asked, his emotion mixed as he spoke. Part of him didn't want to hear the answer to this question. Part of him wanted things to be as they were and yet his heart wanted more.

"How do you mean?" She said not giving him a direct answer, wanting to see where he was going with this line of questioning.

Things of course had changed and would forever be different between them but just exactly how only these next few moments would tell. Of course she was his mom and as such she took care of him without thought, it was truly selfless. She made his lunch, washed his clothes, sometimes putting them away and frequently she picked up after him so that his father wouldn't be driven mad by the mess he left about. She was his mom, he had never really regarded her differently, not that he deliberately took advantage of her attending to him but the expectation was there, unwritten but there. A social code different from other social codes, she didn't take care of his father in the same way. With his father there was more give and take and less servitude, less obligation to mother. There were times when she certainly held his father to a different standard. Sure she may have loved him but she didn't mother him, far from it. So here is where Michael began to worry and not strictly from a selfish place, he knew he should do more and in fact he would do more, but he didn't want to lose the mother/son relationship he cherished and so dearly loved and appreciated.

They were at a crossroads for sure but the paths they were looking to travel down were not as simple as just going left, right or straight ahead and there was certainly no going back. They had said and done things that made everything different now, she had done things, said things and although she knew they did not fit social norms, she was too deeply affected by them to simply change her mind and pretend they had never happened. That line of thinking was too juvenile, too pedestrian. So he pondered her question, how did he mean exactly?

"I don't know? Have they changed, are we so different now?" he paused not knowing where to go. "Well I know we're still mother and son but we certainly are doing a few non-mother and son things don't you think?"

"Yes we are," she replied. "Michael, are you ok with what's happened between us?"

Rachel turned to face Michael; she knew this conversation was bound to happen sooner or later she had just thought that it would be a little later than this. For her part she really hadn't put together much in the way of analysing where their relationship was headed. In her heart she knew Michael would go off to school, find a girl, get married, create a life of his own, but in her fantasy, her rapid fire adrenalized sex talk, she was everything from seductress to sex slave and in that there seemed to be no thought of him not being there. She was his, he was hers on whatever level he deemed fit.

The next statement out of his mouth took Michael an enormous amount of personal strength to say. He didn't want to ruin what he had just experienced, he rather enjoyed it but at the same time he didn't want to lose what they had. He just didn't know how they could live with the duality of their relationship and his young mind couldn't put into words the complex set of emotions associated with that thought.

"Yes mom I am but what has happened between us does make things different, I feel different about you."

"Ok, how so?"

"I don't know just different, kinda possessive I guess. I don't want to lose you, I'm not sure I want to share you. I'm not sure about a lot of things."

"Baby how do you eat an elephant?"

"Not funny mom." That had been one of his mother's favourite sayings all through his life. How do you eat an elephant? As stupid as it sounded the answer was relatively simple, one bite at a time. In other words slow down you're getting way ahead of yourself. Take your time don't go so fast. It was her answer for the impatience of youth.

"Wow babe you're getting way ahead of yourself here. Where are you?" The concern in her voice now mimicking the look on her face as she began to feel real distress for her son and his current predicament, one she was partially responsible for.

"I don't know mom confused I guess." The more Michael thought about their relationship, the more he tried to put some perspective on it and the more overwhelmed he became. He had no frame of reference for what they were currently experiencing, two days ago she was his mom, plain and simple and his only goal was to see if he could get her to let him stay out later than he should or not have her catch on to the fact that he hadn't made his bed or taken out the garbage. Crazy fantasies were one thing but reality is a whole other set of circumstances.

"Ok then, do you want to stop?" The words were out before she knew she had said them. They sounded abrupt to her and almost gave away the pain she felt as she said them. Again it was her nurturing nature coming forward, wanting to protect her son from harm putting his concern ahead of hers. She knew what they were doing was frowned upon, some might say wrong or immoral but she couldn't help how she felt.

Michael felt panic hit him fast and hard, his stomach tightened and he froze. He didn't even contemplate stopping or ending what was going on between them he just wasn't sure what it meant or how to deal with it. Were he and his dad going to duke it out on the front lawn over his mother, were they going to share her, was his mother going to leave his father. Better yet, how did his mother feel toward him or about his dad now? It was a lot to process but the answer to her question was an emphatic, "No!"

No god help him he didn't want to stop, if anything he wanted more. He wanted it all. He wanted his mom the women who took care of him selflessly without thought. He wanted the nurturer, the supporter, the caregiver. And more importantly he wanted the desperate, wanton women who rock his world and brought him more unadulterated pleasure than he had ever imagined was possible. He wanted the nasty, slutty women who knew how to fuck, take cock, and give back as good as she got if not better.

"Alright then, neither do I," she said as simple as that. "Come here."

It was less of a command and more of a request but still Michael wasn't going to disregard it. He got up from the table and approached his mother. She was still sitting across from him on the counter. Her legs spread wider as he approached and her arms were opening to receive him in a hug.

"Look baby things have changed between us. They are going to be different. You can't enter into a sexual relationship with someone and expect things not to change."

Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled him in close and draped her arms over his neck. She smiled as she spoke, "Do you love me?"

"Yes."

"Good cause I love you too," she said in return. Her eyes stared deep into his as they spoke. Her nose and mouth mere fractions away from his face and lips, he could feel her warm breath on his face, smell her sweet scent, and she was intoxicating. He was relieved to hear her words, immensely relieved. Of all the emotions running through him that one was the strongest was his sense of relief.

"Are there other girls in your life?" She looked him square in the eye as she spoke, "Be honest."

The question threw him at first but he answered it anyway, "Yes."

"Well there is another man in mine too." She said, "And we both know who he is."

"I know that."

"Well, he's not going away any time soon." She said matter-of-factly.

"I know that too," he said. "And to be honest I don't want him to."

"Good." She continued to hold him not breaking eye contact as she spoke, "Do you find me sexy?"

"Oh god mom you don't know how much."

"Good cause I definitely find you sexy too," and with that she pulled him closer. Her panty-clad sex began to rub against his ever present bulge. They could both feel the heat generated from where their bodies touched. Her eyes stared into his, they were wide and open and unbelievably beautiful. Their lips and mouths almost touching as they spoke.

"Mom?" he said his voice beginning to shake.

"Yes baby?" her voice becoming seductive and her tone soft and deep as she spoke. Her lips caressed his in all but a kiss. He wanted to taste her mouth with his, press his lips to hers, touch her tongue with his tongue in a kiss that would make time stop.

"I'm getting horny." Michael turned red as he spoke, "I don't mean to but you're just..."

"Well," Rachel paused briefly before she next spoke. "That's because we've become lovers."

Her mouth opened as it came into contact with his. Their lips softly touched and then their tongues. Quickly what started as a gentle kiss became more forceful and deliberate. Rachel pulled him into her with a fluidity and sensuality that singled only one thing, her need to fuck.

Michael's body became rigid, a foundation upon which she could move and undulate against. Her hips began to writhe against his causing his cock to harden further and become even more erect, if that was possible. The bulge in his underwear was massive, threatening to rip through his boxers. Her breasts heaved upon her chest as she mashed them into his torso, her hard nipples poking him signalling her arousal. With her left hand she held the back of his head while her right slid between them in an attempt to excavate his cock from its cloth prison.

Breaking there kiss in a heavy breath she spoke, "Come here baby, come let me see it."

She immediately grabbed a hold of his raging weapon and pulled it free from its constraints. As soon as her hand came in contact with the head she felt the copious amount of precum emphasizing his arousal. This coupled with her own anticipation caused her to become wet and wanting. Gripping the shaft firmly she began to stroke his rigid member, rubbing her thumb across the dark purple mushroom head smearing his precum causing Michael to groan loudly.

With both hands Michael pulled his boxer's down over his hips and let them fall to the ground, fully releasing his sex. His hands wrapped around her hips pulling her close. He was fully locked in another kiss and didn't want it to end. Not only did his body ache at this moment but so did his heart. He wanted this women fully and completely, body and soul. "Fuck I want you."

Having been drawn him closer Rachel began to stroke his cock much more deliberately. The head wet with precum skin stretched and taut looked menacingly bigger than ever. The young virulent cock threatening to rip her apart as it pressed into her, wanting entry into that most forbidden of places. It felt like steel in her hands covered in soft velvet, smooth and soft to the touch yet unbreakable and rock hard. Their lips locked together in a passionate kiss, tongues deeply exploring each other's mouths. It took everything she had to pull her mouth away from his. "Do you want to fuck those other girls?"

"Not right now."

"At least you're honest," she smiled as she spoke.

"I'm not supposed to lie to my mother."

"No baby, no you're not." Again another smile came across her face as she placed her forehead to his and breathed in deep. The air around them now seemed electrically charged. The both exuded a sexual tension that threaten ignite the room if it wasn't soon quenched.

"I'm not supposed to fuck my mother either."

"No baby you're not supposed to fuck your mother, but you're going to." She smiled a devious smile now as she spoke, "Oh by god you're going to."

They continued to kiss and suck each other's mouths like ravenous wolves devouring their prey. Wet deep kisses of passion, like lovers who had been lost to each other for years and were only recently found.

"Oh and baby one of those times when you decide you're going to fuck one of those other girls" She paused to look deep in his eyes as she spoke so he knew she meant what she was saying. "I get to watch."

His excitement and arousal soared at hearing her words. He wasn't sure he had heard them right and his face was a mask of bewilderment.

"That's right baby I get to watch," she said as she continued to stroke his engorged penis, smearing his precum over the head and down the shaft. "I get to watch you fuck them with this big hard cock and stretch their tiny little pussy like you do mine."




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She smiled as she spoke in hushed terms, licking her lips, "And when you fill their wet dripping cunt with your cum I get to have that too."

She knew this kind of talk would bring him over the edge and make him want to ravish her. "Can you handle that baby, can you handle watching mommy eat and suck cum out some young tighty's pussy after you've filled it with your hot wet load?"

He pressed his cock into her panty clad pussy stretching the material pushing it into her wet centre. He was so hard he believed that he could actual push through the material ripping it as he entered her. He could feel her clit as it pressed against him signalling her own arousal. He pushed harder capturing her hand between his sex and causing her to let go of his cock. Immediately she brought it up to her mouth and began lick his fluids off her palm and from between her fingers.

The taste of his precum drove her wild and caused her pussy to flutter with anticipation. She was filled with so many desires at once. She wanted to fuck him, to stroke him, to suck him and to have him suck her. Fast, slow, long, short, hard or gentle she didn't care as long as she had him inside her somehow, mouth, tongue or fingers.

"You're going to make me cum!" she said in a forceful tone.

"Take my panties off! Take my panties off!" She had demanded more than asked and he complied. As her mouth pulled away from his to take in vital air he looked at her almost bewildered. They were both gasping and breathing deep. With both hands he reached for her panties and pulled them down over her hips. She placed both her hands on the counter, lifting herself up so that he had less trouble relieving her of the now cumbersome article of clothing. As flimsy as they were they impeded her desire and that was all that mattered, to have some part of him inside her now.

As he pulled her panties down he noticed that the gusset clung to her sex, which was thoroughly soaked from the flow of her arousal. He continued to pull them down across her thighs, over her knees to her ankles where she kicked them off and sent them flying across the room. Once free she repositioned herself on the counter bringing her right foot up to rest on the counters edge. She spread her legs apart with both hands giving him full access to her exposed sex. Her scent flooded the room and filled his senses, his arousal piqued beyond measure. Whether she pushed him or he dove, either way his head was buried between her legs faster than either of them thought possible. Immediately his mouth latched onto her sex, his tongue deeply exploring the orifice that caused them both extraordinary delights. He drank deeply from her centre lapping up her flow and adding his saliva to her already soaked cunt. Her hips moved and undulated with each probing movement of his tongue. His oral prowess amazed her and at that very moment she didn't know which she wanted more the huge thick piece of meat that hung menacingly between his legs or his insanely penetrating tongue.

"Fuck you bastard! God what you do to me." Rachel convulsed as she spoke her body reacting to what he was doing to her. Her body arching back, forcing her arms back behind her for support as her knees pulled up, her feet and ankles wrapping around Michael's head. Her breasts jutted outward on her chest, nipples hard as diamonds, her head and neck stretching back as her first orgasm took her.

Michael continued to lick her labia, her pussy opening to him like the most erotic flower. Copious amounts of fluid appeared to pour from her centre as he lavished her sex with soft succulent kisses. His tongue gently moved over the mouth of her sex down to her perineum and then ever so gently over the beautiful rosebud that leads to her darker passage.

Rachel's body tingled and vibrated as Michael sucked and licked her through her orgasm. Her mind was in a fog of ecstasy and wasn't quite registering where his ministration were exactly taking him. When his tongue did finally stop its progression she became vaguely aware of where he was stationed. The sudden but gentle warm piercing of his tongue into her anus brought about an unexpected second orgasm, much different from any she had ever experienced before.

"OOOHhh Gawdd!!" She groaned.

Sudden warmth radiated outward and down her thighs to her knees while at the same time travelling up and over her groin into her tummy and around her back. It was quickly followed by an almost intensely electric pleasure that crackled through her being again causing her to lunge forward wrapping her entire body around her lovers head and shoulders.

"Fuuuck!" Was the next word she spoke as her body convulsed again for second time. She held Michael tightly to her groin as the bliss and rapture of her orgasm took her. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her legs and thighs shaking and the warmth that travelled through her core began to become increasingly intense at her aperture of her sex.

The flood of liquid that gushed forth from her body both startled and amazed Michael when it happened. He had seen girls squirt on the internet before but had never experienced it. Unlike some he was not repulsed by his mother's carnal display of erotic rhapsody and joy but rather he revelled in it.

Michael became vaguely aware of the sobs that emanated from his mother's core. Her hands were at either side of his head as she gently pulled him away from her sex tilting his head up to look him in the eyes.

"I love you, I love you, I love you." Tears were in her eyes as she softly spoke. Gently she pulled him up to her mouth so that she could kiss him. Her deep gratification apparent as she licked and sucked his face of the copious fluids deposited there. Michael was unsure of what to do next, her actions appeared markedly different from her expression which looked both distraught and erotic at the same time, if that were possible.

"Are you ok?" he asked feebly.

"Oh god yes," she replied. "More than you know."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, no never." She held his head as she spoke and continued to cover his face with gentle kisses. "In fact not to sound too greedy but I want more."

"What?" He smiled as he spoke.

"God I love you. Now eat mee!!" She laughed and gently pushed his head down to where he came from.

Soon Michael had her writhing again as brought her to the edge of yet another orgasm. Good lord she was greedy for them. Just as she felt the tell-tale signs of her next orgasm the phone rang. With Pavlovian like reflexes she had the phone in her hands before she realized what she had done.

"Hello," her voice was deep and gasping for breath as she answered. Michael's tongue continued to spear the depths of her sex. The warm wet malleable muscle that is his tongue, thick and probing moved past her vaginal lips into the centre of her being. Delving deep it brings with it the delicious ecstasy of being penetrated sexually by your lover. She cannot help but gasp as she speaks into the phone.

"Yes dear I'm ok." Immediately Michael knew it was his father. Her tone change and she attempted to concentrate as she spoke. Like some mad man he redoubled his efforts to increase his mother's arousal. She was his right now how dare this intruder interrupt their pleasure. He moved up and over the mouth of her sex, his wet lips sliding gently over the hood of her clitoris. He could feel the ever hardening bud beginning grow and become pronounced. He half expected his mother to push him away as she spoke on the phone but instead she gently held his head in place not wanting him to leave her.

"What am I doing?" Rachel paused for a minute as a mischievous thought crossed her mind. Her arousal got the better of her and in an instant she decided to go with it, pressing the boundaries and limits of propriety.

"Well do you really want to know?" Again the pause in her voice gave evidence to the playfully naughty side of her personality. So long had she hidden and buried it behind the façade of the proper wife and mother she had always portrayed.

"I'm sitting on the kitchen counter in one of Michael's old sports jerseys and a pair of cotton panties." Suddenly Michael panicked at the mention of his name. His heart quicken, if that was at all possible as it had been pounding in his chest ever since he began devouring his mother. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through is body causing his muscles to tingle. His immediate reaction was to pull away but his mother's reaction was quite the opposite. She quickly placed the phone in the crook of her neck and with both hands pushed his head forward forcing his mouth to her sex. Her hands remained there gently holding his head, fingering his hair as she ground her cunt into his mouth.

"Actually my cotton panties are on the floor." At that point Michael wished he could hear the other side of the conversation. Rachel's breathing became more exaggerated as the pleasure she was feeling intensified.

"Well no I'm not worried about him catching me," she said flatly as she looked down at Michael caressing his head and holding him firmly in place. His tongue began to dance over her clit in a very fast figure eight pattern that drove her further to the edge.

"I think you might be more concerned with the fact that my lover has his head between my legs and is making me very wet and horny." Rachel knew that this autoerotic conversation needed arouse all three partners, herself included. She could hear her husband's voice crack with excitement as he began stutter as he spoke. Michael needed to be assured she had no plans to change the direction they were headed and she needed to play with her nasty side.

"What no I'm trying to pay attention but he just took my clit into his mouth. And baby you know how sensitive I get after I cum." Her description was more than accurate Michael had taken her clit into his mouth and was gently sucking the well lubricated little man in the row boat. His tongue danced across her clit ever so gently in a back and forth motion that became a blur of movement. This exquisite activity shot vibrating jolts of pleasure out Rachel's legs causing her toes to curl. A flood of her vaginal juice began to pour copiously from the mouth of her sex as Michael appeared to take it all as though he was dying of thirst.

"How many?" Michael could almost hear the smile in her voice as she spoke. "Two maybe three-ee-e."

Again there was silence as Rachel attempt to listened to her husband, however maybe not as intently as he would've liked.

"Oh fuck yes," she moaned into the phone as her lover's mouth began to bring her closer to release. "What, no he just inserted two fingers into me."

Michael had done just that. His tongue remained tightly fixed to her clit as the index and forefinger of his right hand probed the open mouth of her sex. If she wasn't wet before, she certainly was now. His hand became soaked with her essence and her scent filled his nostrils arousing him further, pushing back whatever inhibition he had left.

"Oh gaaawwwddd! Oooohh fuuck!" Again her lovers tongue pressed on her ever hardening clit as his fingers began to saw in and out of her body. "What baby, no I'm listening to you, yes he's going to make me cum."

Rachel's hips began to move and thrust forward on their own volition. Her legs shot forward and then squeezed together firmly holding Michael between her thighs. She could feel her orgasm radiating from her centre as the mix of emotions that accompanied it flooded her. Tears of joy blurred her vision as looked down at the young man that caused her heart to soar. It took her a minute to recover and hear exactly what the caller on the other end of the phone was saying.

"You wish you were here so you could watch," Rachel smiled at the thought of that. "Oh I don't know about that baby, do you think you could handle it? What if he wanted to fuck me?"

With that said Michael became wild in his efforts. Rachel had to bring her hand up to take the phone for fear she would drop it. She repositioned the phone to her other ear and with her right hand held Michael in place in an attempt to steady her impassioned lover. His magnificent tongue continuing to probe and lick her relentlessly, young and impatient his exuberance sometimes got away from him. Gently she moved his head from her centre in order to give her sensitive clit time to recover. "Easy there lover," she whispered.

She continued to hold his head for balance as his ministrations caused her to periodically lose her precarious perch on the counter. Sure it looked sexy sitting on the countertop legs spread wide, pussy dripping with your lover's head buried deep within your sex, but it didn't really lend itself to frantic passionate sexual congress. Hell if she wasn't careful she'd end falling breaking her arm and Michael's neck; now there's a story for the Paramedics.

"Does he want to fuck me? I don't know want me to ask him?" She looked down between her legs and saw Michael's head nodding quickly in affirmation. His mouth and tongue continued lick and suck but now more tenderly, more gently.

"He's nodding his head," she smiled as she spoke. "Where are you?"

"Oh, well then shut the door and lock it." Michael continued to lick and suck his mother's delicious twat. His father must be at work calling from his office. Michael knew his office was fairly large and rather private. He was after all on the twentieth floor, with no other large buildings around to have to worry about prying eyes.

"Are you comfortable baby? Again she paused before speaking waiting for an answer. "Ok, get your cock out for me and listen close while mommy gets fucked."

"Good boy." Michael was intensely curious as to what was being said on the other end on the line. He would have liked to hear both his parents talking but could guess by what his mother was saying just how the flow of the conversation went. "Are you stroking it? Good."

"Is he hard?" She paused a minute and giggled before she spoke, "What do you think baby he's eating my pussy how could he not be."

Rachel knew her husband's weaknesses and began playing to them. He wanted her to be forceful with him almost domineering but not quite. He wanted her to be gregarious and slutty to the point of being wantonly nasty and right now she wanted that as well. He wanted her to have a virile lover and get fucked by a really big cock and she also wanted that. He wanted to be there to watch and she was determined to provide him with the next best thing. A detailed description of her defilement as it was happening, not quite like being there but damn close.

"Yes he's big." She knew where this was going, he was so predictable. She didn't fancy herself to be a Size Queen she just like the fit of a cock inside her wet pussy. Size was never as important as skill.

"Bigger? Yes baby he's bigger... and yes thicker too." God he was much bigger and much thicker. Looking at his cock now she wondered how she had ever managed to fit it inside her.

"How much?" She knew he would ask, it always came down to size for him. "Oh baby do you really want to know?"

Of course he did he couldn't help it. Part of the fantasy for him was the thought of his wife receiving imaginable pleasure. Imaginable pleasures and countless orgasms, being completely taken and retaken, her pussy stretched and filled so that every nerve ending in her body tingled and hummed with sexual delight. If he could somehow retain the illusion that he commanded it, so much the better.

"Baby he's about twice as big and twice as thick." Michael hadn't known about his father's proportions and up to this point the thought had only been peripheral at best, however with his mother's statement he felt an extraordinary boost to his ego. 'The male ego was so fragile,' she thought. 'Boys should never share the shower in gym class.'

"Yes baby he's been in me before," her voice was teasing now deliberately. Michael was now standing up in front of her, his erection pointing up and away from his body at a forty-five degree angle, god it was magnificent.

"Do I want him in me again? Yes baby I do." She was being completely honest, she wanted him inside her again and again and again, it had been the most erotic experience of her life and she needed to feel that again. God did she ever, she was very horny now and describing what was happening, playing this deliciously devious game over the phone was making her even more horny, if that were at all possible.

"Baby you need to know something before we go there," she stroked Michael's cock back and forth as spoke into the phone while staring straight into his eyes.

"We don't have any condoms right now and I'm not on any protection yet." This had always been at the heart of the fantasy for her husband, bareback sex. Always the edge, always the risk, cross the line for the sake of pleasure and forget the consequences. Damn the torpedoes full steam ahead. She knew his answer before she spoke.

"Baby, are you sure? She paused, the last word of that sentence lingering in the air 'sure'. The silence between her next spoken words was deafening.

"What if he cums in me?" She had to put it out there, had to let him know. There could be consequences, repercussions some sort of aftermath.

"Oh honey I don't think he will and I'm not sure I want him to."

He had asked if he'd pull out Michael thought and his mother had said no. They were talking about him cumming inside his mother, not pulling out. This was a much deeper conversation and it was setting the ground work for where they were headed. He was going to be her lover, her real honest no holds barred lover and his father was going to consent to it all in that moment.



Bang Baby Bang Ch. 04



Alright, once more into the breach dear friends... Insert Standard Blurb Here.

As always none of this is true, all characters are 18 years or older. This story contains explicit sex scenes between to consenting adults who happen to be related so if you find that objectionable don't read further. The author in no way condones, accepts, argues for, endorses or encourages this type of activity in real life (It's just fantasy, however sick and wrong). OH YEAH, because it's fiction all the other potential consequences of real life don't apply... so in the real world always practice safe sex!!

Feedback is sought after on anything I write, after all how else do you improve. Voting is good but if you're just going to complain about morality I think you're on the wrong website. Lastly; yes I know I should get an Editor and that Grammar is not my friend. In answer to that question I have tried and had three volunteers none of which worked out for various reasons. Sorry this Chapter took so long but I am not a prolific writer and writing isn't all that I do.

Bottom line, please enjoy and Grammar Police... Have at it

Chapter 8

At Night Everything Changes

(4 a.m.)

The moon shone through the window illuminating the room in a soft but hauntingly incandescent light. Darkness muted the colours of everything in the room giving them an almost smoky black and white glow. Images not quite black or white appeared to be basked in a supple smooth grey.  All sharp edges and contrasts blended together making everything in the room appear less distinct. The only thing that stood out in the room was in the centre of the bed, two coupled bodies locked in a grippingly passionate embrace, oblivious to the world and its contrivances. Gone was the intense energy of electrified lust, the urgency of conquest, the immediacy of release which at one time drove the two to meet and couple where others knew better. In its place was passion, desire and above all else love.

All around the room were traces of force and movement, nothing placed carefully anywhere, clothing strewn across the floor where it had been thrown, ripped, pulled and torn from bodies intent on one goal; copulation. At one time the need for sex had dominated the atmosphere of this room. Release and surrender had been the protocol, greed and need the only driving goals but now the feel of the room had changed. The two bodies entwined in the centre of the bed, tightly embraced in a sensual, luxurious, sexy knot of arms, legs and skin sought neither release nor separation. Thrusts and jabs were replaced with sliding circular motions as sensual as dance, soft jazz or slow dirty blues. Sex was no longer the order of the day; it had been replaced with passion, desire and love.

"What am I going to do with you?" Rachel spoke softly to her lover as she gently kissed his forehead, nose and then mouth. "You have spoiled me for all others."

Her hair was matted to her forehead, her body glisten in sweat, and her skin tanned and supple glowed from the refreshing workout of sexual release. Her lover continued to slide his body along hers. His hard throbbing sex moving in and out of hers, causing sensual pleasures to course through both their bodies. The hard piercing sabre sliced slickly into her centre delving deeper than she had ever experienced before pushing its thankfully blunt end firmly against her cervix as he bottomed out inside her. She was gloriously filled and stretched to capacity, comfortably full and complete. The sights, sounds and smells of sex filled the room.

"There are others?" her lover replied softly as he gazed deeply into her eyes. They kissed again as his hips continued their in and out motion. Her legs spread opened wide to receive him allowing the flare of her hips to accept him further. Her legs wrapped around him holding him inside her body refusing to let him go. Each penetration bringing with it the glorious sensations of sexual pleasure and the anticipation of release.

"There are no others," she assured him quietly as she held him tighter to her pressing her body as close to his as she could get. It was a lie and they both knew it but neither wished to discuss it now, there would be time enough for that later. "There are no others."

Again the two lovers continued their sensual dance. Rachel spread herself wide to accommodate her lover, she was his now and she needed him to know it, if not by words than by actions. Her body opened and gave way to his, allowing him to take her again and again with every recurring plunge. Her mouth sought out his and their kiss ignited a passion that neither had known existed between the two. Deep in her heart Rachel was scared of the emotions she was feeling, the desire she was having towards her young lover. Her heart was his and she knew it but he was young and prone to foolishness as all young people are, he would not know what he held, what sacred trust had been passed on to him. Lovers of his age were inexperienced and self-centred. Sure in all likelihood he loved her, he even adored her but he would not be as deeply and passionately bonded to her as she was becoming to him. Her love in this short time was becoming obsessive and she knew it, which meant nothing but disaster for both of them. If she was not careful she would throw caution to the wind and risk everything for their passion. At this very moment he was buried deep inside her without benefit of protection. This would be the fifth, no sixth time she took him inside her within a twenty-four hour period without protection. Each time they had made love, fucked, rutted or tore into each other with abandon he had spent himself completely inside her. His ejaculate was always large and deep, leaving copious amounts of his seed deeply planted inside her unprotected womb. In every instance she had had an orgasm either before, during or after his release, causing her cervix to spasm and press down against her uterine wall in an attempt to capture and hold onto the valuable fluid deposited deep inside her body. Her body was becoming alive with the lust of wanting to be impregnated. The need for pregnancy had become a driving biological force pushing aside all reason. A baby lust was upon her if it could be called that and she would see it through if she was not careful. Her rational mind had nothing to say on the matter it was strictly biologic and her body craved the outcome of this copulation. Her womb wished to mate, to take her lover's seed deep inside her and create life. It did not care about age or other outside influences, all it wished for was that her hips spread wide and open, that the mouth of her sex stay wet and lubricated in order to receive the phallus it craved and that the seed that would impregnate her body regardless be planted deeply at the mouth of her cervix.

Their foreheads were pressed firmly against each other as they continued to fuck. Each breath coming from her was deep and steady, the intake of oxygen mixed with simultaneous gasp of pleasure as the thick truncheon he possessed moved in and out of her body. Their eyes were locked on each other, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, causing her breasts to look more pronounced as they sat high on her chest, nipples rock hard pointing straight out indicating her arousal.

"That's it baby fuck me," she moaned as he drove into her steadily. "Don't stop, just fuck me."

His body responded to her voice, the pace of his hips quickening as he bottomed out inside her with each beautifully aching thrust. He could feel her cunt continually grasping his cock. Her vaginal walls felt like velvet along the length of his shaft as he moved fluidly in and out of her. The bulbous head of his rigid cock repeatedly buffeted against her cervix, as he continue his delicious onslaught. In and out of her he slid, causing her womb to ache for his release.

"Oh god you drive me crazy I could fuck you all night," he stared directly at her, his eyes locked on hers as he spoke.

"You have," she replied kissing him passionately, her tongue invading his mouth, fervently duelling with his.  This served to elicited greater zeal from her young lover as she encircled his neck with her arms drawing him closer. God she was beautiful, her sharp jaw and nose highlighted her beauty. Her eyes, half lidded, sexily peering into his, her mouth soft and sensual everything about her aroused him.

"Oh god, oh god I don't want to cum. I just want to keep fucking you." His body had found the perfect rhythm which she matched stroke for stroke. Together they moved on the bed as one singular organic being, shifting positions like practiced dancers. Missionary, scissor, doggy, cowgirl, butterfly, each position moving and sliding into the next, each penetration deeper and more excruciatingly delicious than the last he had no idea how long they had been making love but if the sun had come up at that moment he would not have been surprised.

"You're making me cum baby, you're making me cum," her body convulsed as she spoke.

He could feel every detail of her sex pressing against him as she rode him through her orgasm. Her clit pressed hard into his pubic bone. His cock continued to slice in and out of her as she shuddered beneath him. Suddenly her body convulsed her back arched up; both her hands took hold of his tight round buttocks and held him deep as she came. The continual spasm of her hips increased their mutual pleasure locking them deeply in this moment of rapture.

"Fuuucckkk!" was all she could say, the word got stuck in her throat. She spread herself wide to receive him, his cock buried deep inside her began to flex, and she knew he would cum and release his seed even though he fought it.

"Cum. Cum in me baby," it was a cross between a request and a demand. "Honey cum in me its ok, I want this more than anything, as much as I want you."

In and back, in and back, in and back, three half thrust were all he could manage as she held him so tight. The slurping wet sound of her sex was like nothing he had ever heard before, it was carnal. The suck and pulling sensation went right to his balls as though she were attempting to draw out his seed. He reached down with both hands and firmly grabbed each breast and squeezed. Bringing his thumb and forefinger together he pinched both nipples hard and twisted cause her to groan deeply and release her hold of him. In that moment he reasserted himself as the dominant and she accepted the fucking she was going to get now. She wanted his seed; she was going to get it.

Chapter 9

A Morning Full of Surprises

(24 hours later...)

"That's it suck my cock."

Michael could feel the head of his cock push into her throat. He knew she could supress her gag reflex and take him to the root; every time she did he became more and more impressed. Although his experience was somewhat limited he knew it would never get any better than this.

"Oh god that's it, all the way baby, all the way."

With each plunge her mouth made down his shaft he fought the urge to cum, knowing that the longer he delayed the greater the end benefit would be, still it was a difficult challenge.

"Fuck that's good."

Each rise and fall, each slow descent; each soft caress was punctuated with inaudible sounds and he more felt then heard. Soon this began to change as she sensed his arousal peeking. Her pace quickened, and the soft slow descents became more deliberate, more urgent, punctuated now with loud slurping sounds the result of the copious amounts saliva mixed with precum that now covered his shaft and balls.

"You have got to be the greatest cocksucker going. Fuck your good."

The dirty talk and praised seemed to excite her more and she noticeably doubled her efforts after each point of praise. Like Pavlov's dog salivating at the ringing of a bell, she salivated and gorged herself on his magnificent cock after each word. Now he had his hand on her head, fingers entwined in her hair, tentatively tightening his grasp and taking a more commanding role in this sexual encounter.

"Fuck you bitch; you're going to make me cum."

Again her head bobbed up and down his shaft, her pace frenzied and wild. Her actions seemed to suggest that she couldn't seem to get enough of him. Up and down her mouth travelled as she took him deep into her throat, pass her gag reflex, pressing her lips and nose tightly against his pubic bone.

"What has gotten into you, wholly fuck!"

No sooner did he ask then she pulled her mouth of his raging hard on and spoke. A loud gasp of air accented just how forceful she had been at sucking his cock. Her face wet and covered with the slim of their engagement, she licked her lips and spoke, eyes glazed and staring at him. "I can taste her on your cock!"

It had done something to her, made her insatiable and wanton. She felt slutty and dirty and nasty all at the same time. She knew she should be repulsed by it but instead she was aroused, thrilled, her mind running wild with the images of Michael having sex with the young blonde bimbo that had come to her door earlier that morning, looking for her son, her lover, her man.

(18 hours before...)

When the doorbell rang Rachel was in her housecoat. She wasn't expecting anyone at eleven a.m. on a Saturday morning. She had just gotten out of the shower and was heading into the kitchen to prepare some sort of brunch for herself and her son Michael.

"I'll get it," she shouted out to Michael who was just finishing up in the shower himself.

"Ok thanks mom," was his cursory reply. This morning was bringing with it many surprises not the least of which would be who was at the front door. Things were changing in the Anderson household, some would be good and some would be different. At this moment for Rachel they seemed 'all good' as her son and his friends would say, she was pleased with the turn-of-events and the surprise she received this morning at quarter past ten was a perfect example of all good.

Michael woke up at ten and looked at the clock as the first step in getting his bearings. Four hours sleep he thought to himself, four hours sleep and I'm still running on a high. His immediate surroundings threw him as he hadn't woken up in his own bed. He could hear the shower running and his eyes focused on the bathroom door in his parent's room. It was slightly ajar and he could see steam coming from around the door. The bed he was sleeping in was a mess, the sheets were no longer tucked in and the comforter was partially on the floor. The fitted sheet had been pulled away from the bottom of the bed and there was only one pillow to be found which was currently cradling his head quite comfortably. Blinking his eyes several times he breathed in deep and stretched, the room smelled of sex.

He rose from the bed and walked naked towards the bathroom. As he peered around the door he could see the figure of a person inside the shower busily going through some sort of self grooming routine. He quietly pulled the curtain back and stepped in the shower.

"Jesus!" his mother jumped as she shouted the profanity. After last night he had grown accustom to hearing her say much more colourful words of expression. "Michael I damn near cut myself."

"What are you doing?" he asked with a sly smile.

"I'm shaving. What do you think I'm doing?" She continued to move through her routine as though he wasn't there. Her back was to him as she allowed the water to rinse the remnants of the foam away from her now smooth skin. 

"Well since you're in here you can hand me the shampoo," she told him, her voice full of playful tones as she chastised her son in mock admonishment. "And you can wash my hair while you're at it."

Michael handed her the shampoo and she quickly flipped the lid. She took his hand and poured what she felt was an appropriate amount of the shampoo in his palm. "Ok, now get to work my pretty." She was mocking the witch from the Wizard of Oz; she hadn't done that since he was little.

"I thought the witch wasn't supposed to get wet or she'd melt away," Michael said as he began to gently rub the liquid into her hair at the scalp. He allowed the foam and suds to form and spread the lather down her head and into her hair, massaging her head and neck as he went.

"The only things being washed away right now are my inhibitions," his mother informed him.

Rachel for her part was feeling more and more aroused as Michael massaged the shampoo into her hair. She had gotten up earlier than Michael as she was a little more use to late nights and early mornings. She decided that while he was sleeping she would take a shower and freshen up. Her underlying hope was the previous day's activities would continue, in which case she'd like to feel nice and fresh. As always she started by shaving her legs and arm pits and then became a little more brazen and shaved her entire pubic region bald. A few wild and kinky ideas raced through her head as she removed all the hair making her sex completely bald and smooth from front to back. It was as she was touching up her vaginal area that Michael came into the shower frightening her half out of her wits. Now that he was washing her hair from behind, she decided to use this opportunity to play. She began to seductively rub herself against him, grinding her buttock into his sex. The effect was almost instantaneous, his erection became quite pronounce as it was pressed between the two glorious half moons of her perfect ass.

"Mom, I don't think I can concentrate on the task at hand if you keep this up."

Rachel placed both her palms against the shower wall and used the leverage it gave her to grind her ass harder into Michael. Her hips moved back and forth and up and down his length in a sensual seductive figure eight that brought the tip of his penis from the mouth of her sex up and over her sexy little rosebud and through her firm round ass cheeks. Back and forth she continued this dance using the water from the shower and the suds from the shampoo as a sexually enticing as the opening salvo in her conquest of his raging hard on.

"Do you like the feel of my ass sliding along your cock baby?" her voice was a soft squeaky tease and it drove him crazy. His shaft continued to slide between the two halves of her perfect round ass. The bulbous head of his cock grazing over the dark rose bud of her anus caused electric shocks of pleasure to course through both their bodies.

"God mom you're driving me crazy. I can't be responsible for my actions if you keep this up."

"Why baby, whatever do you mean?" Her tone was playful and mischievous. She pushed hard into him trapping his now fully erect cock between her beautifully round buttocks.

"Oh fuck mom."

"You like that baby?" He pushed back harder into sliding his shaft back and forth through the crack of her ass. She knew she was pushing things too far and he wouldn't be able to control himself.

"I told you I won't be able to stop myself if you keep this up."

"What baby? Is mommy doing something nasty?" Her dirty talk always aroused him and drove him crazy. In a few moments she would have him exploding all over her round glistening ass.

"I'm going to do something nasty in a moment." His tone was deliberate and almost menacing if not foreboding.

"What would that be baby? What nasty thing would you do?" Her tone on the other hand sounded innocent and naïve, something she was far from being. She loved playing with him teasing him, it was something she enjoyed and missed dearly in her life, her other life before Michael.

"This!" and with that he thrust forward mercilessly hard, driving his cock deep into her ass a little more than half its terrible length.

"Oh fuck! You bastard!" The shock and pain she felt did two things to her almost simultaneously. First her body's protective reaction was to move forward and away from the painful onslaught. Second and this was the somewhat disturbing part, a rush of adrenaline surged through her giving her a heighten sense of arousal, causing her nipples to instantly harden, her sex to flood and her arms to fly forward placing her palms against the shower wall bracing herself so that she could push back.




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"That's it mom take my cock." Michael met his mother's shove fully, feeling the head of his cock falter and stall.

"Oh fuck. You fucking big dick bastard." She groaned as his cock pressed further into her ass. "God you're stretching me! My ass is on fire."

"Fuck mom you're so damn tight." His eyes rolled back as he couldn't believe the sensation he was feeling. He really enjoyed fucking her vaginally but this was good too. Different, not so much better but he would definitely be doing this again.

"Easy baby you really are big. Let me get use to you." Her ass was full of cock and as much as it hurt it strangely felt good too. She knew she would have to be careful he was much bigger than his father and definitely bigger than anything she had stuffed up her ass before.

"Fuck mom. Fuck!" his impatience was getting the best of him and he was finding it hard to be the considerate lover. He held his cock still allowing her to get use to his size but the burning desire to thrust was extremely compelling.

"Ok, ok slowly now. Just go slow and I'll tell you when to speed up." He was listening now which was good but she knew he'd take control soon. She only had a short time to set the pace and then he'd want to fuck.

Slowly his cock went deeper and the strokes began to be more deliberate and steady. He was definitely enjoying this. "Awww Fuck you're going to take it right up to my balls now." His tone was sounding more and more dominant.

"That's it baby more." She said encouraging him knowing his pace would increase soon and she would be into the fucking of her life. God where did he get the stamina? His strokes were more deliberate, smoother and quite controlled he was definitely becoming a masterful lover.

"Aw that's it, that's it take my cock." The warm water from the shower continued to pour over them making his mother's ass slick and shiny as he buried his cock deeply with her.

"More baby more," she pleaded as the sensation through her body became more and more pleasurable. Anal sex had never really been her thing but she had conceded in the past and allowed Michael's father to fuck this before but again like everything else with Michael the experience was again different, more pleasurable, and more intense.

"Faster fuck me faster!" His cock moved much more quickly now deep full strokes penetrating her so deeply. She had never felt this full of cock and she liked it. She was quickly becoming aware that she was becoming his and that both exhilarated and terrified her.

"Finger my clit. Fuck you bastard finger my clit!" She grabbed his hand from her hip and brought it forward to her sex. She pressed his finger into her and pushed hard grinding her clit. The erotic buzz from this act thrilled her; she was more aroused than she had ever been wanton, wild, and sexual.

"That's it baby make mommy your bitch fuck my ass!!" The words coming from her mouth seemed all at once alien. Who was this harlot, this desperate bitch who was whorishly fucking this young man? She met each thrust fully taking his cock deeply inside of her. She was his to do with as he pleased and she found that thought strangely arousing even if it did degrade her.

"I'm going to cum mom." He immediately held still after that announcement. But she wouldn't have it she pushed back hard and continued to fuck herself on his large appendage. "Oh you fucking bitch your ass is so fucking tight."

"It's ok baby, cum if you need to, mommy can take it." Again she continued to push back and grind her ass against him taking him deeply inside her, stretching her anal passage as she had her vaginal canal. He was her lover and her bod belong to him.

"Cum baby, cum for mommy." That was all it took, with those words he was done. She had learned a long time ago that she could control the duration and pace of sex by merely saying the right choice words at the right time.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck." He moaned and froze as his cock ejaculated deeply inside his mother ass. He knew he could never stay away from her he would be her lover and she his for the rest of their lives.

"Oh god baby I can feel you spurting in me. That's it cum for me make me yours. Make me yours." She pushed back hard driving his cock deep into her bowels. His pubic bone was pushed hard against her tail bone. His balls tightly pressed against her pussy. Her legs began to shake and she began to cum as well, a first for her she had never had an orgasm from anal sex before.

The house was air-conditioned which allowed her to wrap herself up snugly in the oversized housecoat.  

"Hi can I help you?" Rachel said as she looked at the beautiful young blonde girl standing before her. Right away Rachel found herself fighting the reflexive jealousy that coursed through her body. This girls wasn't much taller than Rachel, had an all over tan that was magnificently accentuated by the outfit she wore. Whoever she was she knew how to dress in a way that subtly put all of her best attributes forward, especially if she was trying to impress a boy. The white T-shirt she wore had blue striping on both shoulders with a matching blue stripe that went down the front. It traveled over her right breast drawing attention to its shape and firmness. The T-shirt had the shorter girl sleeves and a hoody that bunched up slightly as it draped down her back highlighting her blonde hair even more. Her faded hip hugger jeans 

"Is Michael home?"

"Yes he's just getting out of the shower," Rachel responded flatly. Her first response was to say she had the wrong house and slam the door shut

"Can I tell him whose calling?"

"Jessica"

So this is the girl.



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After the first wave passed Rachel came back to reality and regained her ability to speak. She knew she needed to reinforce what they were doing give her approval let him know this was ok. This was what she wanted from him. "Oh god baby, that's it fuck me! Fuck this bitch with the nasty wet pussy." Rachel was ecstatic. Finally Tony was fucking her. Not in an inexperienced teenage lover kind of way which was hot but in an adult male I know a little more about what I'm doing kind of way.

"That's it baby tell me more. Tell me more."

"I want sloppy fucking seconds." He was thrusting into her rapidly now. Both of his hands were holding her ankles as he continued to thrust in and out of her. He was stretching her wide apart and was rutting into her like some wild animal. When he wasn't talking he was grunting. Her cunt, for that what it was now, was engorged with arousal, it was wet and sloppy. His cock and balls were slick with her love juice. As he looked down at this gorgeous hot woman below him he was so in the moment that he began to believe the fantasy. She was a slut, a whore he was fucking who had already been fucked and after he was done she was going to go out and fuck again. She was a wild feral feline women exuding raw sexual energy and he was there to serve her and move on once he was done, once she was done.

Rachel couldn't believe the reaction she was getting from Tony. This was fucking. His hard cock was sliding in and out of her. It felt good and strong and rigid. She wanted to break it off and leave it inside her like this. The hard maleness of it made her feel sexual and feminine. Not in a soft demure kind of way but in an erotic wild way. Her pussy was wet and sloppy; its lips were plump and full. God her clit was hard she was almost afraid to touch fearing she would explode. Waves of pleasure moved through her body and radiated out. Her nipples were diamond hard points and she took them in each of her hands and twisted and pulled them. God she love the slight feeling of slight pain combined with pleasure that she got when she twisted them in her fingers.

"Oh my Tony you're going to make me cum." It came up on her suddenly. She knew it was there, her orgasm, but had thought it was still a little ways off. A heat began in the centre of her stomach and moved outward, then waves started almost like and itch you can't scratch, not quite a burning sensation but the warmth began to flood her body. Burning needles of fire and she was cumming, her orgasm hit and she began to cum.

"Oh fuck Tony don't stop baby keep fucking me. That's it honey make me cum baby make me cum. I'll be a bitch baby. I'll be a slut; you can have a whore cunt full of cum. Just don't stop fucking me, keep fucking me. That's it you prick make me cum and then add you cum to his."

That was all it took Tony couldn't take any more. Rachel vaginal walls began to spasm and grip his cock. Her body began to shake, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she exploded right before him. His stiff hard prick began couldn't take any more. The head of his cock was too sensitive and there was no stopping what was happening he was going to cum and cum hard. He began to spew rope after rope of cum into his lovely wife who in a matter of minutes went from bitch, slut, and whore back to his wife and he was lost in the beauty and raw sex appeal that was her.

They lay there exhausted. He was still on top of her breathing heavy, she below him, legs spread, arms above her head, her chest rising and falling as her body attempted to re-oxygenate itself. His cock slowly going flaccid and falling from her sex. There fluids pouring from her like when a cork leaves a bottle resting on its side. The room smelled of sex, god she loved that smell. It was the thing that turned her on the most. There was no escaping what happened in this room the smell gave it away. Even in the post coitus afterglow of an amazingly strong orgasm the smell mad her horny and clouded her judgement.

"Baby if I could find you a big cock would you take it?" He was nervous now. She had opened a door he had been afraid to open because he knew where it might lead, where he wanted it to go and it was nasty.

"If it meant you'd fuck the hell out of me just like you did tonight I might consider it." Her mind was still clouded and she wasn't done feeling horny. Her pussy throbbed at the loss of his cock. Oh she may be sore in the morning but right now in this moment she wasn't and if he could go again she'd consider it.

"Seriously?"

"Easy there tiger. Honey I love you. You are it for me and right now I'm very satisfied. If you want to go again and thinking of me taking on a big cock and having it shoved deep up my cunt will get you there then I'm your girl. But lover I just found you again and I'm keeping you." She tried to emphasize the 'you.' She didn't know where he was going and recognized she was too vulnerable to play. They were experimenting and she needed to keep things safe. The one thing she knew about her husband was that he was an all or nothing type of guy. And that sometimes lead him to jump into the deep water with his eyes closed.





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There she thought nice redirect. 'Focus on a task and mention his father and we can move forward. Everything is back to normal.'

Tony was home not twenty minutes later. As soon as he walked in the door Rachel grabbed him by the hand and dragged him into their bedroom. Shutting the door she immediately went for his belt and began to undo his pants. Getting frustrated with the buckle she swore. "Fuck. Get that thing undone now, I need you."

"Oh my whats gotten into you?" Tony wasn't resistive really, just taken aback by her very forthright presentation.

"Nothing, I tell you later... if you're lucky." She was on her knees looking up at him and then she stared straight ahead. His buckle was now undone so she undid the button to his pants, pulled the zipper down, letting his pants fall to the ground. She pulled his underwear down to his knees, grabbed hold of his cock and held it briefly in her hand. "There you are, come to momma."

Immediately she opened her mouth and took him completely. Soon he began to grow and harden, his length no longer fitting her mouth and pushing toward her throat. She released him with a gasp of air and licked and kissed the head and shaft, reassessing his size. Opening her mouth she took him again sucking and swallowing as she did. This time when his cock reached the back of her throat she held herself steady. Placing both hands on his hips she held him in place and pushed forward. He could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, where it seemed to stop. Amazingly Rachel continued forward and he could feel the head of his cock entering her throat. The sensation was incredible, she had given him head before of course but she had never taken him so deeply. Still she moved forward and stopped. He could hear her gag and begin to choke. She immediately backed off and brought her mouth off his shaft. With a gasp of air she spoke. "FUCK! Almost just a bit further and you'll be past my gag reflex. I'm going to make you cum so hard."

She began to lick his shaft again, breathing in his musky sent. She sucked and kissed the mushroom head of his cock making it swell and then swirled her tongue around the head, down his shaft and to his balls. Her right hand came away from his hip and began stroking the shaft of his cock which was slick with her saliva. She began a pattern of four quick strokes up and down his length, followed by three slow much more deliberate strokes which culminated with her rubbing her thumb across the sensitive head of his cock, smearing his precum over the tip of its bulbous head.

"I'm going to take you again, just relax and enjoy and don't fight it. I need this as much as you." Again both her hands went to his hips. She looked directly up at him staring into his eyes before she took him. Her mouth was hot and wet and so, so, soft. The shaft began to slide toward her throat, but this time didn't stop when the head reached the back. Instead it smoothly went into her throat pause only momentarily when she seemed to gag for a second. With consistent pressure she continued to push and push as his shaft went further down her throat. Finally her nose smushed up against his pubic hair, she opened her mouth wide and part of his scrotum went in her mouth. She had done it; she had swallowed all of his cock. The felling was absolutely amazing, incredible, and marvellous so unbelievable he had no words. She held her self there for a short time letting her throat relax and then pulled off of him.

"I want to do that again!" She gasped as she released his cock from her pleasure hold. "I want to do that again and when you cum don't pull out just cum. Don't even fucking tell me just use my throat."

Tony couldn't believe that this was his wife. She was like some sexually charged creature that was exuding sensuality and lust. Again she began the ritual of licking and sucking his cock, kissing the length of his shaft as she stroked him up and down. Several times she rubbed her thumb across the head as she stared at his cock like it was something she had never seen before. She was enthralled by what she was doing and experiencing. Part of her was proud of her ability to take his cock so completely and another part of her wanted a bigger cock, a different cock, one that would choke and gag her like no other.

Her head was again between his legs and her mouth was encompassing his entire shaft. Up and down she slid on his cock taking down her throat. Her speed increased and she became more adept she added new things, little twists and turns to elicit greater pleasure from her partner. Her tongue slid and twisted along his shaft, her teeth nibbled and bit gently. Her throat opened and expanded to accommodate his size and length. Soon she reached out for his hands and placed them on her head so that he could hold her while she sucked him and gave him pleasure. When that was enough for her she began to direct him more, having him push and pull her head up and down his length, faster and harder. She set the speed for him showing him just how rough he could be, she wouldn't break she could take it, she was an experienced whore.

"Oh fuck, oh god." Tony moaned as his cock experienced things he'd never imagined. "That's it, take me, take me bitch. Fucking take all I got. Fuck I love you."

And then it happened he could take no more he was going to cum. His cock got more rigid than it had been and began to swell. Tony began to hump his hips into her face. Rachel's right hand was stuffed down her pants and making exaggerated circles between her legs. Her left hand was at his hips helping her stay stable. When she felt his cock head expand and flex she shoved forward, taking his cock past her gag reflex and into her throat. She could feel him flexing, felt his testicles tightening against her chin and knew he was going to cum. At that precise moment she shoved three of her fingers deep into her snatch as far as they could go and pressed hard against her clit. Tony shot off like a rocket spurting rope after rope down her throat.

"Ahhh. FFuuuuck!" He cried as he shoved his hips forward.

Rachel too let out a guttural sound that was partly stifled by the cock in her mouth as she came. The feeling of the cum going down her throat and the knowledge that her husband was throat fucking her without a care made everyone of her whorish fantasies feel more vibrant and alive. She swallowed everything he had until his shaft quit pulsating in her mouth. She was gently massaging his balls as she slowly, achingly removed his flaccid cock from her mouth. She kissed and sucked him gently continuing to stroke him in her hand as she stood up. When they were face to face he grabbed her head and forcefully brought her mouth to his kissing her and tasting his own cum in her mouth. He loved it and was now lost to her. She was the most sluttish, sexiest thing he had ever seen and she allowed him to fuck her, he couldn't be more lucky.

As she gently pulled away from him she said. "Ok baby how bout we go clean up and you go make supper. You're barbecuing."

He looked at exhausted and befuddled. "Oh, ok well uh fuck, I guess I'm barbecuing"

Supper was good. The family all liked BBQ, most of all Tony. Rachel did the dishes while Tony put things away, it was nice.

"Why are we doing the dishes? Isn't that why we decided to have kids?" Tony commented sarcastically.

"Kid." Rachel corrected "And since your decision at forty was to get a vasectomy it's going to stay that way. Besides I gave him the night off."

In actuality Rachel was feeling somewhat ill-at-ease around Michael after this afternoon's incident and felt distance was the more appropriate response here. "Besides I thought we could share a glass of wine and talk."

Tony wasn't sure how to respond to that. It was so close to the 'We need to talk' line that usually came with the 'Ok I fucked up' feeling he didn't know where to go. Was this in response to the vasectomy that was two years ago.

"I was just tired of condoms and birth control or the worry and panic that came when you were late a couple of times." He stated, "Besides we're going to be 'Empty Nesters' soon."

"Relax baby you're not in trouble."

"Good." You could almost feel the sigh of relief that came with that declaration.

"I thought maybe you'd like to talk about last night."

'Fuck' he thought to himself, I was that far from being scot free. "Um, what is there uh, to uhm talk about really? I liked last night didn't you?"

"Yes I liked last night very much. So much so I showed you how much I liked it this morning. That is I actually let you feel how much I liked it." She had the most devilish smile on her face as she handed him his glass of wine. It was a Zinfandel, blush, not too dry. She was by no means a wine snob, she liked what she liked. A fruity flavour not overly sweet and with a nice aroma.

"So what do you think?"

"The wine? I like it. You've bought this before."

"Not the wine silly. You know what we're talking about."

"Where's Michael?"

"Upstairs and then he's going out. He said something about meeting up with Ronnie Allen."

"Didn't those two get into a fight?"

"That was three years ago."

"Seems to me Michael broke his nose. What the hell was that about again?"

"Some girl. Are you just trying to avoid talking tonight?"

"No." He replied looking at his glass of wine. Caught.

"Well what did you learn?"

"You like it rough?"

"Sometimes." She smiled at him. Again that mischievous look was in her eye. "You want me to be fucked by a rather large cock?"

"Uh, yeah sorta." He was blushing now, looking rather sheepish. Rather similar to how his son was not three hours ago.

"Sorta?" She pried.

"Ok, yeah I do." He countered. "You like dirty talk and nasty names."

"Yeah, a lot actually." That smile just wouldn't go away. "I like being loud and open about what is turning me on."

"You're kinda directive with it."

"Why whatever do you mean?" She replied, feigning innocence.

"Well you go beyond the 'that feels nice' and head full steam into the 'do more that, right there, harder, now do this' talk."

"Well a girl likes what a girl likes, what can I say." She was beautiful and exotic in this moment and it was turning him on completely.

"Apparently a lot when the mood strikes you." They both began to laugh at that last statement.

"So where do we go from here?" Rachel asked feeling a little guarded as it was her that had opened this door for the couple. She was worried about backlash from Tony as he had been very embarrassed about some of his desires. Now that they were out in the open he might just close himself off completely and she didn't want that at all.

"I don't know why?" Tony responded this was all new to him and he already felt exposed with what he had revealed about himself. He wasn't too sure where to go; if she wanted to put it all away he was willing to do so. He also knew that there was more stuff he wanted to explore he just couldn't bring himself to say it; hell what he had already brought up was hard enough.

"Well do we need ground rules?"

"Like?" He was open to anything but clearly was looking to her for direction.

"Well, I don't know. Are there any subjects that are taboo? Too sensitive, too out there for you?"

"As long it's with you I'm willing to try anything."

"Ok I can live with that?" Her smile return with a vengeance and the gleam in her eye struck him.

"So tell me are Sunday nights our only night to play?" He was being bold now and opening the door.

"Not if you don't want them to be? Why what did you have in mind?"

"Well this is all new to me and to be honest I would like to follow your lead."

"You mean to tell me the man that spread my legs apart and threw a fuck into me at three in the morning has no idea what he wants to do?"

"Well I didn't mean that exactly."

"Well what do you mean baby?" God she was playing with him and he knew it, for that matter so did she. He was embarrassed that's what he meant but he didn't know how to say. He was the man after all and he should take the lead but when some of your thoughts and ideas seem a little out there even to you, it's hard to state them without a little motivation or at the very least stimulation.

"I'm not as good at this as you are. I mean I know what I want to say but I can't move into it as quickly as you can."

"Oh so you need a little help getting started then?"

"Yes." He smiled back at her.

"Well then. Why didn't you say so tiger? I'm just the girl to get things going."

"I thought I did?" There was that smile of hers again god what was he getting himself into.

Again the sex was good. In fact it was better than it had been in awhile with the exception of the previous night. Both partners had amazing orgasms and both really enjoyed experiencing their partner in a different way. This night was tamer than the previous night but still held magic and revitalized their appreciation for one and other sexually.

"So how about Thursday night we plan for something special." Rachel spoke after they were done and were lying beside each other staring at the ceiling basking in the afterglow of their sex.

"Special? What do you mean?"

"Well I've had thoughts and plans for awhile know and would like to maybe spring some of them on you. And since I don't have to go in until noon on Friday I thought it'd be a good time to experiment."

"Experiment? Well ok as long as I'm not a complete guinea pig I'll try anything once." He said nervously. Looking up at the ceiling he began to let his mind wander. He was curious as to what she had in mind. "Ok. Thursday works for me, I have a late night Friday with work. Those Japanese clients are coming Friday at three, so we have a four o'clock presntation, dinner and drinks, set them up in the hotel and then two big proposals Saturday Morning. Then they fly out Sunday evening. So I won't be home until after eleven Friday and back out Saturday morning."

"Why don't you stay in town Friday and come back Saturday afternoon?"

"Well that does make more sense, I'll just be missing you that's all." That was legitimately true, he would miss her. He never did like being away from home and the six or seven times he had gone away on business, half the time he found a way to bring her along.

"That way I can give you a special send off and a welcome home party." She smiled at him, batting her eyes playfully.

He chuckled at her silliness, "I can hardly wait."

"Oh, you'll like this I think. Especially if I lace it with some of Sunday nights nasty undertones. You'll like it a lot."

"What do you have in mind?"

"I'm not telling you'll have to wait. Now let's get some sleep, I have a big day tomorrow and planning to do."

They kissed gently for a few minutes and then spooned each other until they fell asleep.