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Complex

By: clarkroberts



I sat nervously in the booth at the downtown diner watching the door. I pushed a rebellious lock of blonde hair out of my face. The bell jingled above the door and demanded my attention as I sipped my coffee. A middle aged man in a tweed blazer smiled at me in recognition when he made eye contact. He waved and approached my table.

"Mrs. Tate?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm Diane Tate," I replied. He smiled and extended his hand, "I'm Dr. Jones." 

I shook his hand and he sat down across the table from me. A waitress approached and he ordered coffee.

"Eric showed me a picture of you and may I say you are lovelier in person than your photo. I'm glad you agreed to meet with me this morning." He smiled and paused as the waitress placed his coffee in front of him. 

"Thank you." I said as he doctored his coffee with sugar and cream. The clanging of his spoon in the cup added to the buzz of the crowded diner. I was used to men complimenting me on my looks. I'm a typical blue-eyed blonde that stands 5'10" with a 34-30-36 figure.

He continued, "I know it's a bit unorthodox to ask to meet you in a public place instead of my office but I have something unorthodox to discuss with you. I thought discretion would be the most prudent course of action."

"I'm not sure I understand, Doctor. Why did you drive two hours from the university to meet with me?" I asked.

He took a sip of coffee and said, "As you may or may not know I've been counseling your son, Eric, since he started at the university last year."

"Is there something wrong with Eric?" I interrupted.

He looked at me grimly. "Yes, as a matter of fact there is...."

"What's wrong?" I demanded.

"Mrs. Tate, please give me a chance to explain." He waited for me to compose myself. "What I'm about telling you is highly unethical and illegal, as well, since Eric is 19 and no longer a minor. You may find what I'm about to reveal shocking so I will also remind you we are in public place, so please act accordingly."

I nodded to him, "I understand. Please, what's wrong with my baby?"

"That's part of it, Mrs. Tate. Eric isn't a baby any more he's a 19 year old man and has a man's need."

"What does he need?" I asked.

Doctor Jones looked me right in the eye and smiled, "In a word, sex."

"Oh" I blushed and glanced down at my coffee cup and stirred it absently with my spoon.

"Eric is suffering from the worst case of Oedipus Complex I have ever encountered in 25 years of practicing psychology."

"What?" I exclaimed. 

"I assume you know about Oedipus Complex?"

I nodded my head affirmatively and added, "It's where a son wants to have sex with his mother."

"Yes in its simplest terms but Eric's complex is more complex." He chuckled at his wording.

"Doctor is there something funny about my son's condition?" I scolded.

The smile erased from his face, "Sorry. Actually his case is quite severe. Let me explain, as you know most young boys outgrow their oedipal desires usually before they reach puberty. Eric's oedipal desire somehow has gotten crossed in with his sex drive."

"Wait, I don't understand? desires? drives?" I interposed.

"Yes, if for example you want to have sex with some movie star, that's a desire. It is usually controllable. And, while we may be disappointed we never have sex with said movie star we are not devastated. However, as you know drives are more demanding if not met, especially the sex drive."

"Let me see if I follow, the sex drive is a need to have sex and a sexual desire is wanting to have sex with a specific person."

He nodded positively, "Yes, that's more or less correct but with Eric his sex drive, his need as you so apply put it, is to have sex with a specific person, you." He looked me straight in the eye to judge my reaction. 

I returned his gaze and said, "I see, his wires are crossed. Is he crazy?"

"No, not yet but he is suffering from neurosis and if left untreated he very well may been driven insane."

Now it was my turn to look in the Doctor's eyes for confirmation, "How do we treat his neurosis?"

"Just to let you know I have already tried a number of treatments, to include using a sexual surrogate and all have failed."

"Sexual surrogate?" I asked raising my eyebrows.

Doctor Jones smiled as I zeroed in on that specific treatment. "Yes, I thought if Eric had sex with a mature woman, a woman close to your age, same hair, and same build that it might alleviate his symptoms. It failed miserably, he couldn't even get aroused and he was left more frustrated than when we started."

"My poor baby," I cooed and then, "What do you suggest now, Doctor?"

He looked around to ensure that no one was paying attention to us. "What I suggest is that you either have sex with your son or arrange for him to be placed in a mental institution."

My mouth dropped open. The buzz of the diner turned into a dull roar in my ears. I tried to comprehend what Doctor Jones was telling me. I closed my mouth gritted my teeth and shook my head negatively.

"I know its radical but I don't know what else to do. I have consulted with a couple of prominent colleagues about this case and they do agree that the only way to cure Eric of his neurosis is for you to have sex with him. Every other treatment will simply be addressing his symptoms." He sat back in the booth, crossed his arms and waited for my reaction.

I leaned forward and hissed, "Are you out of your mind? You are suggesting that I commit incest with my son. What right do you have to discuss my son with others?"

"Consulting other psychologists is a time-honored tradition. I never used Eric's or your name. All I said is I have a case....then explained it. So Eric's privacy has never been violated. That is until today, when I told you."

"Is that why you asked me to meet you without my husband, so you could tell me to have sex with my son?"

"No, I asked you here alone because I wasn't sure how you would react to Eric's condition let alone your husband's. I figured his mother would at least let me explain his condition and the reasons for it. You are aware that a part of the Oedipus Complex is Castration Anxiety, which plays into Eric's neurosis as well."

I sat back and began to calm down as Doctor Jones continued his clinical evaluation. "Castration Anxiety is the fear of emasculation in both the literal and metaphorical sense. According, to Freud, the male becomes anxious that his penis will be cut off by his rival, the father figure, as punishment for desiring the mother figure. So tell me Mrs. Tate how would Mr. Tate react to the news that his son wants to have sex with his wife?"

"Not very well I'm afraid." I replied simply, "Mike wouldn't like it."

The waitress sauntered by and refilled are coffee cups. The noise level began to dissipate as the morning breakfast crowd diminished.

"I'm not sure how I am suppose to react, myself." I began again. "You know it's quite a shock to hear that unless you perform this forbidden act with your son he'll go crazy. I really don't know how to take it." I took a drink of coffee and tried to clear my head.

"I sure it is a shock. I can see why Eric desires you. You are a beautiful woman. Eric mentioned that you were model?"

It was my turn to chuckled, "That was a long time ago, even before Eric was born. I modeled for a couple of local department stores, swimsuits, lingerie, dresses and even maternity clothes when I was pregnant with Eric. I work part-time at one of those department stores now."

"You kept copies of your work?"

"Yes, I have a portfolio of the various photo shots that were taken."

Dr. Jones nodded and rubbed his bearded chin, "Eric told me, he often masturbated to photos he stole from that portfolio. In fact, he still does."

"Oh my," I said as something deep within me began to stir. I felt a tinge of excitement at the thought of my photo arousing my son.

"He also said that you and your husband usually had sex every 2 weeks on a Saturday night."

My mouth dropped open again in shock, "How did he know that? Were we so predictable?"

"Mrs. Tate it isn't unusual for couples to develop routine sex habits after years of marriage."

"I see." I said still flummoxed.

"Do you know that just last year, Eric lied about spending the night over at a friend's house and then hid in your closet to watch you have sex on a Saturday? He masturbated into a pair of your worn panties while he watched."

My mouth dropped open again. I was afraid it would become unhinged if the revelations continued.

"He said the voyeur element coupled with the chance of getting caught was the most exciting sexual activity he has ever engaged."

I brought my knees together and squeezed as my own excitement moistened my pussy. I could picture Eric squatting in my closet watching me in the most intimate of moments fisting his cock in one hand and holding my panties in the other. I stifled a moan as I thought of him bringing my panties up to face to inhale deeply of my scent. I imagined his nostrils flaring as he abused himself faster as a frothy stream of cum erupted from his dick onto the gusset of my panties.

"Mrs. Tate? Are you all right?" asked Dr. Jones shaking my wrist from across the table.

My reverie broken all I could was whisper, "I'm fine." I picked up my coffee cup to hide behind it as I took a drink. I felt naughty.

"How do Eric and your husband get along?" 

"Not very well," I replied honestly.

"Eric is jealous that his father gets to have what he can't, that is also a part of his frustration and that frustration continues to grow. I can't tell you what to do, Mrs. Tate but something must be done."

I put my cup down, "If I were to agree to this, I don't how, I mean I have never thought of Eric as a sexual being. I mean I knew he had sex but I had never imagined sex with him."

Dr. Jones smiled at me reassuringly, "Here's what I would suggest. Drive up to the university this Saturday and rent a room at a hotel, I suggest the Belvedere, they have excellent room service. Invite Eric over for a candle light dinner in your room and seduce him."

"Just that simple?" I asked.

"Not completely, to be successful Eric must feel that you desire him as much as he desires you. If he thinks for a moment you're just letting him, umh, fuck you, pardon my Latin, it may drive him over the edge into insanity. Another thing you should be aware of is that Eric didn't develop this complex over night so I doubt that it will be cured in one night. If you have sexual relations with him, it will have to be more than once."

I remained still, turning things over in my mind. "I understand that Eric would get the symbolism of taking me on a Saturday instead of his father. But, the reality is that I have never flirted with my son, won't he be skeptical if I all of sudden I jumped in bed with him?"

"Yes, yes, I see your point. We must proceed carefully. Have you any suggestions?" he asked.

I pondered a moment."Perhaps if I went up on Friday and stayed thru Sunday, that would give me time to make it seem more natural. I can go to the football game with Eric on Saturday. I don't work this weekend and my husband usually plays golf on Saturday, he'll just play 36 instead of 18 with me gone."

"He won't be suspicious?"

"I doubt it. This hit me out of the blue I don't think he'll suspect that his son desires his wife and that his wife is actually contemplating giving-in to those desires. He knows I was speaking to you today. He...we thought it had to do with Eric's grades. I'll let him continue thinking that was why we met. I'll suggest I need to go to the university to get Eric to buckle down and fly right. Not a complete lie."

"How do you feel?" he changed the subject.

"What?"

"How do you feel? I'm a psychologist. I just gave you some very disturbing news and asked you to do an extraordinary thing. How do you feel about it?"

I looked at the bearded face across the table and replied honestly, "I'm confused, upset and excited all at the same time. Part of me is shocked that Eric has these taboo feelings for me. Another part of me is excited that my 19 year old son desires me a 38 year old woman. I feel guilty about cheating on my husband who I love very much. I feel guilty that if I don't cheat on husband my son will go crazy. My son, I also love very much."

Dr. Jones patted my hand and smiled at me reassuringly, "Those are perfectly normal feelings."

I said good-by to Dr. Jones and walked the few blocks to Draper's Department store where I worked. I was wearing a gray pants-suit and medium heels. The pants were a little snug and my swollen vulva sucked the crotch of my pants into my snatch giving me a nice camel-toe. Several men smiled at me when I caught them staring at my nethers. I smiled back enjoying the attention. I knew most men found me attractive but I never dreamed my own son would be one of them.

There were few customers and I was glad. It did give me time to think and plan for the weekend. The more I thought about it the more excited I became. 

Today was Wednesday, so I just had this evening and tomorrow to prepare. I called my husband and told him I would be late because I was working on a display that would be unveiled this weekend, not quite a lie.

After closing the store my friend Wanda stayed and helped me try on different sets of lingerie. She was 30 with a perfect 36-24-36 figure and red hair. We were alone in the store. This wasn't the first time we had stayed after closing time to play dress up.

"Have big plans for the weekend?" she asked as she snapped the back of a navy blue bra on me. It matched a pair of blue panties I already had on. 

"Sort of," I smiled as I turned around, "What do you think?" 

Wanda gently squeezed my boobs, one tit in each hand. I groaned with pleasure and stroked her flaming hair. She looked me in the eyes and kissed me, her tongue entering my mouth and wrestling with mine. 

Wanda broke our kiss. "I would go with either white or blue stockings, which do you think?"

"The blue I think." She grabbed a pair of blue stockings with a pretty floral pattern and knelt down on her knees to help me put them on. She pulled each one of them up my legs to my thighs.

Still on her knees she said, "Aren't you excited. Your scent is giving you away and driving me crazy."

I blushed as she slid the panties down my legs. I stepped out of them and then I moaned as she drove her tongue between my swollen labia into my cunt. I raised my leg and rested it on her shoulder giving her easier access. 

She brought a hand up and began to explore my pussy with two fingers working them in and out quickly. She teased my clit with her tongue as I spouted gibberish. She sensed I was close to orgasm and gently bit my clit while jamming two slick fingers up my ass. 

I screamed as white and red lights of pleasure exploded in my mind and my quim quivered with delight. I sank down next to her and gratefully kissed her, tasting my nectar on her lips. 

I broke our kiss and pulled her dress over her head. I unhooked her bra, exposing her fabulous breasts. I squeezed them both as she lay on her back. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked. She moaned. I worked my way down her torso kissing her belly and tonguing her heart-shaped naval ring. I ripped her panties from her perfect hips and smiled at her exposed flesh.

"You've shaved completely" I observed.

"It has been a while since we've played hasn't it. My husband liked it so much when I shaved it down to landing strip I thought he might get a kick out it being bald. He did. He fucked me so hard I walked bow-legged for a week." We both laughed. 

I worked a finger into her bald beaver and began teasing her clit from its hood with my tongue. Wanda began to hammer the carpeted floor with her fists as she began to wind-up. Her head shook from side to side and she bleated, "m-my, m-my puss-sssy" 

When I sensed she was close I returned the favor and gently bit down on her clit while ramming two wet fingers up her asshole. She thrashed in orgasmic delight.

Later that night after I got home I explained my weekend plans to visit Eric to my husband. He offered to accompany me but I assured him I could get our son straightened out on my own there was no need to cancel his Saturday golf game. He agreed and then arranged a second round of golf.

I left work early the next day and went to a spa to have my hair and nails done. I even followed Wanda's suggestion and got a Brazilian wax. It made me feel naughty and sexy at the same time. I knew my husband, Mike, would love my bald pussy. I hoped my son, Eric, would too.

I beat my husband home that night. After a soothing bubble bath I slipped on a pair of white thigh-high stockings and black stilettos. I wouldn't need any panties tonight. I covered up with a sheer white see-thru gown. I walked down the stairs as I heard the front door open.

My husband turned around after closing the door and dropped his brief case on the floor when he saw me on the stairs. I laughed and then I wrapped myself in his arms kissing him urgently.

He fell back against the door as our tongues groped. He pushed back against the door and then ripped my gown off of me. He took one of my 34B tits into his mouth and sucked on the nipple. I threw my head back and howled. He teased the other nipple with his tongue and it became so I hard it ached. 

I stripped him of his suit jacket and tie. He kicked off his shoes and torn his shirt off, buttons scattered and clinked on the tile floor. He noticed my bald pussy silhouetted between my stocking tops. He sunk a finger into my wetness and then drove in another. I stood with my legs splayed enjoying his manual ministrations as his palm pushed against my clit.

I dropped to my knees and undid his trousers, his rock-hard 7 inch cock jump into my face. I engulfed it into my mouth like a fiend. I sucked him hard and then spat out his cock to teased the head with my tongue. It pulsed in my hand as I ran my tongue up and down its length. 

"Awwh." He choked. I continued sucking on the head while stoking him faster. I squeezed his balls with my free hand and that sent him over the top. "I cumming!" he cried as his knees buckled. I smiled as I aimed his spurting cock at my breasts which he covered with his white goo.

I quickly wiped by tits clean with my discarded gown and led my husband into the living room by the hand. I glanced over my shoulder and smiled as he watched the globes of my ass swaying above my stocking tops. I flopped down on the couch and spread my legs invitingly. He watched me diddling my puss as he finished stripping. 

Mike dove into my shaven pussy. His tongue lapped at my swollen and wet labia while he worked two fingers into my dripping snatch. 

"I love you." I groaned thru the haze of pleasure while pushing his head further into my crotch. His tongue playfully tickled my butthole before moving to my clit. I mumbled incoherently as he continued to drive me to the brink.

He looked up from between my thighs and smiled. I knew what he was going to do by his wicked grin but still I wasn't prepared when his two sopping wet fingers invaded my wet asshole. I practically levitated off the couch as waves of pleasure poured over me in orgasm.

I had barely come back down to earth before he mounted me like a charger and began to pound my pussy with his thick rod. I scratched at his back and ass trying to get him into me deeper. He lifted himself up on his hands as he pounded away, the angle was just right and he began to stimulate my G-spot. 

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." I hollered. With one final thrust he sank into me and cummed. I could feel it coating my pussy and I joined him in orgasm biting into his shoulder in sexual bliss.

After we had recovered a bit he rolled off of me and lay on his back in the floor. "Man, baby, what got into you?"


Complex Ch. 02



I took a long hot bath before packing for my trip to visit my 19 year old son. I soaked for a while letting the warm water caress my well fucked body. My husband and I hadn't gone at it like we had last night since our honeymoon. I had had so many orgasms last night that my lower abdomen was sore. 

My eyes closed and I wondered if Mike had any suspicions. I had wanted to ease my guilt and had gotten lost in the lust. Now I wondered if he presumed the sudden sexual marathon was a cover-up for my illicit behavior. If he was dubious he didn't show it. I had smiled sleepily as he whistled happily while he tied a knot into his necktie. Mike had patted my ass and kissed my forehead when he left this morning for work.

The soapy water gurgled down the drain when I arose from the tub and dried off. I planned to travel in jeans and sweatshirt. I put on a new black cotton thong. I smiled at myself in the mirror. I liked the feel of the snug material in the crevasse of my ass which was still sore from last night's pounding. I decided not to wear a bra and slipped the sweatshirt over my head. 

After packing I called my husband on my cell phone to let him know I was leaving town. I felt a tinge of guilt when he said he loved me. I wished I could have told Mike about our son's condition and the need he possessed the need to have sex with me.

As I began the two hour journey to the university I thought about the things Dr. Jones talked of concerning my son's condition. Eric had a case of Oedipus Complex so bad that his desire for sex with me had become a part of his sex drive. Since he had not been able to satisfy this drive it had created a neurosis due to frustration. Dr. Jones had said I needed to have sex with my son in order to satisfy that drive and maybe ease his neurotic condition. 

I began to plan my seduction of Eric. I grinned wickedly as my thoughts turned to excitement. I unsnapped my jeans and pulled my thong up between my damp pussy lips. The soft cotton material stretched tight across my clit. A moan escaped me. I slipped my hand down the front of my thong pushing the material out of my cunt and thrust my middle finger into it. 

A car honked at me as I veered into the other lane. I quickly pulled my hand out of pants and swerved back into my own lane and then off to the side of the road. I was panting with fear and excitement. I put the car in park and rested my head on the steering wheel. The smell of sex and fear permeated the car.

I shoved my hand back down between my thighs determined to finish what I had started. I reached under my sweatshirt and gently twisted my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. 

I closed my eyes as I imagined Eric hiding in the closet watching me have sex with Mike, madly stoking his cock. I frantically pushed my palm against my clit while my fingers sawed in out of pussy. I pinched down on my nipple a little harder. My breathing came in spats. "Awwh Eric, Baby!" I howled as I finally pushed over the edge to orgasm.

Once my breathing returned to normal. I redid my jeans and put the car in drive and resumed my journey. I felt relaxed and sexy as I continued planning my seduction. I soon arrived at the Belvedere Hotel not far from Eric's university. I parked the car and checked into my room.

The room was spacious with a large king sized bed in the middle. I went into the bathroom to pee and was pleased that it had a large whirlpool bathtub. I let the tub fill with water as I called Mike to let him know I had arrived safely. I slipped into the water letting the warm water sooth my body. I giggled and said to myself, "I'd better be careful or I'll turn into a prune, taking two baths in a single day."

When I finished my bath I walked about the room wrapped in a terry-cloth robe and called Eric to let him know I was in town and inviting him to join me for super at the hotel's dining room. He said he would be right over. I told him the room number. I staged the room and waited. Within a few minutes there was a knock at my door.

Eric embraced me. I knew he could fill my braless breasts against his chest. I was sure I felt his hand brush my ass when he squeezed me tighter. I welcomed him into the room. 

I smiled at his back admiring his ass when walked past me. I smiled to his face as I looked into his blue eyes. I ruffled his sandy hair with my hand as I asked, "How are you son?"

"Fine," he replied. "Where's Dad? Why did you come alone?"

I lustfully looked over my son before answering. He stood six feet and was a solid 180 pounds of muscle. He was hot and I was sure he had plenty of college girls' tongues wagging. 

I cleared my throat hoping my voice wouldn't betray the yearning I had for my own son, "I came alone. Your father had a busy weekend planned so I decided to run up here on my own and check on you. Did you get tickets to the football game tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I got three because I thought Dad was coming. No big deal I doubt if the game is sold out anyway our opponents are pretty lame tomorrow." 

"Well, I better finish getting dressed so we can go eat." I said as I sashayed by him and back into the bathroom. I glanced into the dresser mirror just to make sure he was watching my ass. I smiled pleased that he was watching me. 

I left the bathroom door slightly a jar so he could watch me dress. He could watch me if he looked into the dresser mirror. It was angled in such a way that my reflection from the bathroom mirror would be clearly visible to him. 

Eric sat on the foot of the bed. I heard the bedsprings and I glanced quickly in the mirror as I opened my robe. It was angled so I could watch him in the dresser mirror. 

He looked around the room. I saw him pick up my black thong from the floor where I had left it for him to find. He brought it up to his nose inhaling my aroma. I could actually see his nostrils flare in the reflection of the mirror. I smiled as he stuffed my thong into his pocket. 

I caught a glimpse of Eric in the mirror and momentarily caught his eye as I dropped the robe. I stood in front of the mirror to give him a full frontal view of me. I saw him smile. I slipped on the blue thigh-high stockings giving Eric glimpses of my bald beaver before slipping my feet into my high heeled shoes. 

My panties were on the counter I picked them up and slipped them on. The panties were navy blue and brought out the color of my eyes. I ran my fingers around the leg holes in the back of my panties just on top of my butt to get the material out of my ass in the most lady-like fashion. The smile on his face let me know Eric was enjoying the show.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and ran my fingers thru my blonde hair fussing with it like women do. My arms were up giving him a show as my 34B breasts danced before his gaze. I cupped my tits with my hands and tweaked my nipples between my fingers. I wrapped the bra around my middle and clasped it. I then spun it round and placed each breast in a bra cup before slipping the straps over my shoulders. 

I then completely closed the door to retrieve my dress from the back of the door. I slipped it over my head. I adjusted my hair and opened the door. Eric was standing right outside the door when I opened it. He smiled at me and said, "You look beautiful Mom." I noticed the bulge in his jeans.

"Thank you, sweet heart." I said and gave him a peck on the cheek. 

We went down stairs to eat supper. The food was good and we lingered over supper talking about a variety of subjects. 

I remembered that Dr. Jones had mentioned that Eric had a picture of me from my modeling days. So I brought it up, "I was going thru my old modeling portfolio the other day and I noticed some of my photos were missing. I guess I lost them somewhere along the line. Do you remember it?"

"Yeah, I remember Mom. You looked so hot in those bikini pictures." He smiled and seemed to adjust himself under the table.

"Oh you're just saying that and it was a long time ago. I was your age when I was modeling."

Eric smiled at me and grabbed my hands in his, "You're still hot Mom. You look years younger than you think you do. The guys in here have been ogling you all night."

"Do you really think I'm hot, Baby?" I asked whimsically. 

He shook his head emphatically. 

I yawned, "Eric, I know it's not late but I'm tired. I didn't get much sleep last night. Why don't we call it a night and I'll see you in the morning. We'll meet here for brunch and then go to the game."

Eric couldn't hide his disappointment but I knew if I he didn't leave right now I would throw myself at him. I was afraid if I bedded him too soon it would do more damage than good in treating his Oedipus Complex. 

He walked me to the elevators. I gave him a hug and he pulled me into a tighter embrace. I could feel his erection pushing against my pubic bone. I gasped and then I felt his hand momentarily on my ass as he suddenly squeezed a cheek. I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and jumped into the elevator. The shocked look on his face made me giggle. 

Once I was back in my room I immediately peeled my dress off and hung it up. My cell phone rang, it was Mike. I answered the phone standing in my third-floor room between the bed and the window wearing my panties and bra. "Hello, lover," I cooed.

"What are you doing?"

"I just had supper with Eric, now I'm back in my room, getting ready for bed. How was your day?" 

As Mike ran thru the events of his day, I noticed movement across the street. Someone had just stepped back into the shadow of a parked van down on the street. I realized I was back-lit from the lamp on the night stand. I started to close the drapes when my Peeping-Tom was caught in the headlights of a passing car. It was my son. It was Eric.

"Oh my," I blurted out interrupting Mike.

"What's wrong?"

"There's a college boy on the street looking into my window." I said.

"Are you in danger? Are you safe? Call the front-desk."

I laughed. "I'm in no danger unless he can fly. I'm on the third floor. He's just getting a little show. I'm standing her in my panties and bra."

"Oh," he replied. "Maybe you should still call the front desk and have the little pervert ran off."

"You didn't say that last night when I gave the pizza boy a little show. If I remember correctly it kind of turned you on. Anyway you fucked me like you were turned on. You like it when I get a little slutty huh, Lover?"

"Just a bit," Mike admitted.

"Maybe I'll give this boy a show too," I purred. "Hang-on let put my cell phone on speaker." I pushed a button on the side of the phone and put it down on the window ledge. "Can you hear me, Mike?"

"Sure can." His voice carried an air of excitement.

My own excitement had begun to stir when I realized Eric was watching me from the street. I watched as he ducked from behind the van into the shadows of the alley.

"Let me tell what I'm wearing. I have on my navy blue panties and bra with matching thigh-high stockings. I still have my heels on too." I said huskily.

"Those heels make your ass look great. I wish I was there to kiss that beautiful butt. Let me get comfortable." I heard him unzip his trousers. "Continue," he commanded.

"My peeper is across the street hiding in an alley. I'm not sure but he's probably 20, around six-foot and solid. I guess he can see me real good with lamp on. Do you want me to give him a show Lover?"

Mike shuttered, "Ye-ss." I knew he was already stroking himself.

"Maybe I should just close the curtains." I teased.

"No" he whined. I laughed.

"Okay. I'm unhooking my bra. I dropped it on the floor. My tits feel better not being so confined. My nipples are hard, Baby. I'll tweak them. Awww! That feels so good. It gets a fire going in my belly. My puss is starting to dampen."

I smiled as I heard Mike's heavy breathing into the phone. I watched Eric unzip his jeans and begin to beat-off in the shadow of the alley.

"My admirer is masturbating," I reported to my husband. "I'm so turned on. I'm running my middle finger down the front of my panties. I can feel how damp my slit is getting thru the material. I'm going to need something hard in pussy soon, Baby."

"I love you, Diane." My husband choked.

"I need to cum. Do you need to cum, Baby?"

"Yes, oh yes," he whispered.

"Beat your meat, Baby while I slide my hand down my panties. I'm so wet. My admirer is really abusing himself now. Ohh! I got two fingers in my snatch, Baby. I'm pressing my palm against my clit. I'm going to cum. Cummmminngg!"

I leaned against the window. My bare breasts pushed against the glass. I saw Eric whip the panties he had snagged from my floor earlier from his pocket. 

He brought them up to his face to inhale my aroma and then he brought them down to his dick to ejaculate into them. Even Mike was letting me know over the phone that he too was cumming. I giggled and wondered how often a family had undergone a mutual orgasm.

I picked up the phone and said good night to Mike. I then waved out the window to Eric before I closed the drapes. I took off my stockings and slipped on a night shirt and got into bed. I slept with gracious gratification.

The next morning Eric arrived at the hotel dining room just after I ordered coffee. He was wearing jeans and a golden sweatshirt. Green and gold were the school colors. That's why I wore a green sweatshirt over my braless breasts. 

I also wore an extra tight pair of faded jeans. I made sure I had a respectable camel-toe revealed before I left my room. I wore a pair of black high heels that made my ass look almost edible.

"Mom you look hot," said Eric as he kissed me on my cheek.

"Thanks Baby." I patted his bottom before he sat down. He gave me quizzical look. "Did you sleep, well?" I asked.

"Yes, I was more relaxed than usual," he blushed. "How about you?"

"Oh, I finally got myself relaxed, too." I smiled and rubbed my foot up his inner calf. He choked on his coffee. "Are you okay, Baby?" I purred.

"Yeah," he squeaked.

We ate brunch and talked about what was going on at the campus. What he was learning and the grades he expected to earn. I asked him if there were any girls he was interested.

He shook his head no and said, "I just can't find one as pretty as you, Mom."

After we had finished eating we walked to the football stadium. He dropped down on one knee on the sidewalk and pretended to tie his shoe. I walked ahead a few paces letting him watch my ass gyrate in my tight jeans. I turned around giving him a full view of my camel-toed crotch. I held out my hand. He rose and jogged to me. We walked the rest of the way holding hands.

Once we found our seats I snuggled in next to Eric. His arm was draped over the armrest. I turned so my left breast lay on his forearm. He caught his breath when he realized I wasn't wearing a bra. I noticed goose-bumps dotting his arm. He tried to adjust himself without me noticing that he was getting hard. 

At half-time I got up to stretch. I turned and touched my toes practically pushing my ass into Eric's face. I glanced between my legs to watch Eric's reaction. He licked his lips hungrily. I knew he could make out the trace of my cunt lips through my jeans. "Nice ass, Mom," he whispered.

I stood back upright and asked, "What dear? I didn't quite hear you."

He mumbled something incoherent and excused himself to go to the concession stand. I saw him talking to a couple of boys when came back carrying a couple of bags of popcorn. All of sudden he punched one in the mouth who went down in a heap. Eric was trading punches with the other boy when several men from the crowd separated them.

I hurried over to the where the fight had occurred and wiggled my way into the crowd. Eric was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and glaring at the other boy. He was ready to start throwing fists again. I grabbed him by the hand and led him out of the crowd and out of the stadium.

When we were down the street I stopped and checked to see if he was still bleeding. He wasn't and most of the anger had left his eyes. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"What was that all about?"

"Nothing."

"Is this a new college ritual, guys just walking past each other and then start fighting?"

Eric chuckled and we began walking toward the hotel. "No it's not new. I remember Dad telling me stories of fighting guys over you."

I grabbed his arm and sidled up to him as we walked. "So you were fighting over me?"

"Yeah sort of."

"Sort of?" I asked.

"Yeah."

We arrived at the hotel. "You better come up to my room so I can clean you up."

Once we were in the room. I had him take his sweatshirt off and sit on the edge of the bathtub while I ran cold water over a washcloth. His naked chest revealed his well muscled pecks and thatch of hair in the middle of his chest. My boy was a man. I dapped the dried blood from the corner of his mouth careful not get it bleeding again. He watched me. I looked into his blue eyes.

"Why were you fighting over me?" I asked.

He looked away.

"Tell me Eric." I demanded.

"The one dude asked about the hot MILF that I was sitting with."

"MILF?" I interrupted.

"Mother I'd Like to Fuck. M-I-L-F." he explained.

"Oh." I blushed. 

"I said that's my mom, you asshole. The other dude said if she was my mom I'd be a motherfucker. So I hit him in the mouth."

"Does it bother you that men find me attractive?" I sat down on the tub next to him.

He hesitated and looked deeply into my eyes. "Yeah, I guess it does bother me."

"Why?" I asked rubbing his bare back I could feel his flesh tingle in response to my touch.

"Because I can never have you," a tear ran down his cheek. "I'll never be able to make love to you."

I wiped the tear from his cheek and pulled his face to mine. I kissed him passionately. My tongue invaded his mouth probing for his tongue.

He was startled and backed away from me, "Mom?"

I stood up and reached for his hand and said, "Come on." 

He took my hand and I lead him into the bed room. I walked in front of him, knowing he was watching my ass sling side to side in my tight jeans. I pushed him on the edge of the bed and whipped my green sweatshirt over my head and threw it on the floor. I knelt down in front of him bare breasted and undid his jeans. 

His hard cock sprang out and began spewing cum into my hand. 

"Awww, nooo!" Eric groaned. "I'm sorry, Mom. I'm so sorry." He flopped back on the bed and hid his face in his hands.

"Baby-boy, there's nothing to be sorry about." I said licking his cum off of my fingers. "I've been teasing you all day. Besides you're young there's plenty more where that came from. Kick off your shoes." 

Eric kicked off his shoes. I pulled his jeans and underwear off him. My son lay naked before. He was a handsome young man. I noticed that his dick hadn't gotten soft at all and protruded from a thick thatch of pubic hair. 

In fact Eric's dick was so hard and long that it touched his belly-button. It had to be niches long and was as thick as a soda bottle. My baby was a man, a big man.

I got on the bed next to him. I kissed him, this time he kissed me back. I kissed his neck and then his chest and then his belly. I giggled as it quivered with excitement. I kissed the purple helmet of his penis before licking the shaft. I sucked his ball sac into my mouth and was rewarded by hearing Eric moan in appreciation. I licked the shaft again before taking his dick into my mouth. I couldn't get the whole thing in so I sucked what I could and stroked the remainder. 

Eric whimpered as I sucked and jacked his dick with a rapidly increasing tempo. "I'mm, I'mm go'in, go-oo-ing to cum, Mom," he stuttered. 

I clamped down on his dick and took as much of it as I could into my throat. I gently squeezed his balls as he shot rope after rope of cum down my throat. I managed to swallow every bit of it.




Complex Ch. 02



After he was done I lay on back next to him. He leaned up on an elbow and he looked into my eyes. I returned his gaze and said, "I love you Son."

He smiled and said, "I love you too, Mom." He then kissed me lightly on my lips before quickly moving down to my breasts. He squeezed one while he sucked on the other. I ran my fingers thru his hair basking in the warmth of the moment. 

The bed creaked as he stood up. He pulled my heels off and then brought my feet up to his face to kiss. He softly licked between each painted toe before sucking on the largest one on each foot. I grasped a wad of bedspread in my hands and moaned loudly. No one had ever given my feet so much attention before and I found the feeling to be most pleasing.

He unsnapped my jeans and tugged them down my legs. He discarded them onto the floor. He smiled at me pleased that I wasn't wearing any panties. My bald beaver was slick with excitement. My labium was swollen with lust. I spread my legs for my son, beckoningly. He smiled again and said, "You have a beautiful pussy, Mom."

I watched as he lowered his face into my nether region. His nostrils flared as he picked up my scent. He kissed each thigh, teasing me. He grasped my buttocks in his strong hands and brought my pussy up to his mouth. His tongue assaulted the interior of my gushing chasm. I flung my head back and howled and pushed his head deeper into me. He gently bit my pussy lip before moving forward with his twirling tongue. He teased my clit from its hood. Now it was my turn to babble as waves of pleasure began to grow higher and higher.

He worked two fingers into my sodden puss. I was getting close. He pushed his thumb against my clit. "Aww!" I groaned and looked down at his hand buried in my quim. He smiled up at me and stretched to kiss me. I returned his kiss and flopped back down on the bed.

He pulled himself upward with his elbows as his hand continued to manipulate my pussy. The damn burst. Red and white light exploded across my brain as my climax tore thru my cunt, drenching his hand with my juices. I shook my head from side to side and wailed, "I love you Eric".

When I opened my eyes Eric was smiling down at me. "You know Mom, you are so fucking beautiful when you cum." I smiled up at him and kissed him. "Fuck me, Baby. Give me your big, hard cock."

My son rolled between my spread legs and entered me in one fell swoop. It took my breath away. His cock was huge and it filled me to the brim. I could fill his heavy balls resting against my butthole. He paused to let me adjust to his girth. He moaned delighted to feel the warmth of my wet velvety cunt. 

He slowly began to move his hips withdrawing his cock until just the head was in my hole. He then slowly pushed back down sliding his big dick back into the depths of my love box. He was long-dicking me. I moaned on the uptake and groaned when he plunged back down into me.

Eric began to pick up his pace and his strokes grew shorter. His pubic bone was wearing my clit to a nubbin and I was close to cumming again. I bit down on my lip hard hoping the pain would fight my orgasm off long enough for my son to cum with me. 

I started talking dirty to him, "Fuck me Baby. Fuck your Mommy. Fill my pussy with your jizz. Fuck me, you motherfucker."

He rose up on his arms and began to pound my pussy with abandon. With one final thrust he buried himself into me. I felt him bottom out against my cervix. I grabbed his ass to pull more of him into me as I felt his cum splashing against the walls of my vagina. He groaned with pleasure as he emptied his seed into me. It sent me over the top and I cummed on his massive cock. I wrapped my legs around his ass as he collapsed on top of me.

I gently stroked his hair and whispered, "I love you Baby. Mommy loves you."



Complex Ch. 03



"What now, Mom?" asked Eric pulling his softening cock out of me. 

We had just made love for the first time. His wet dick left a slick trail along my thigh as he rolled off of me. His cum streamed down the crack of my ass and puddled underneath me. 

He lay on his back and I cuddled up next to him. He wrapped his arm around me and I rested my blonde head on his chest. I momentarily listened to the rhythm of his heart beat before answering. "I'm not sure I know what you mean."

"We just had sex. Don't you think that kind of changes things?"

"I don't know. You're still my son and I love you. I'm still you're mother, do you still love me?"

"Gosh, yeah, I love you Mom." Eric squeezed me closer, "I love you more than ever. But what about Dad?"

"I still love him too, very much." I answered honestly.

"Then why?"

"Why what? Why did I make love to you?" I asked running my fingers thru his thatch of chest hair and then continued. "I love you. You said you were upset because you could never have me and I think you've been upset for a long time. I don't want you to be upset."

"So you gave me a mercy fuck?" He tried to push me away but I clung to him.

"No, I didn't throw you a mercy fuck." I spat the words out. He had made it sound so dirty. I glared at him. I knew deep down that my answer would have a large impact on the direction his Oedipus Complex took, whether he improved or slipped into neurosis. 

Finally I said, "I love you and I made love to you because I do love you. I don't want you to be frustrated. I got so turned on that you wanted me. That you needed me. That you desired me. You know a woman loves to be desired."

"What about Dad?" he asked anxiously.

"What are you asking? Am I going to leave your father? No. I love your father very much. I love you both very much. Can't I have you both? "

"Are you going to tell Dad?"

"I don't think so. What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

Eric seemed to relax. I kissed him. He kissed me back. His tongue pursuing mine. I propped up on my elbow and looked up and down my son's gorgeous body. He had a muscular six foot frame. I was still turned on. He began to squeeze my 34B breast. I purred and reached for his manhood. It stiffen in my hand.

I swung my leg over him and straddled him. I looked into his blue eyes that happily glimmered in anticipation. He began squeezing both breasts and gently pinching my nipples. I gasped. I leaned down and kissed him. I rose up and took his hard nine inch dick in my hand and lower my bald dripping pussy on to it, impaling myself on him. 

Eric groaned as my velvety vice gripped his enormous rod. I smiled and contracted my cunt muscles around his dick. His eyes widened with glee and he said, "Aw, Mom your pussy feels so good."

I slowly rose up on him until just the helmet of his penis was inside my puss before gliding back down on him. I would pause there sitting with his cock fully engulfed in my pussy. I could feel his balls resting against my butthole.

My cell phone buzzed on the nightstand. Eric's entire body grew rigid beneath me and his eyes amplified in a fight or flee repose. I assumed Eric's response was due to castration anxiety that the doctor said was part of his Oedipus Complex. I reached for the phone and looked at the caller ID before I answered it. It was my husband.

"Hello, Mike." Eric tried to push me off of him but I tightened my cunt muscles around his cock and he relented.

"I guess we won. The score was so lopsided at half-time we left. How was your golf game?"

My husband told me about his two rounds of golf he had played. I began to slide up and down on my son's monster cock in a slow tortuous pace. He relaxed slowly. I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning in delight.

"Oh, I think Eric understands he needs to settle down." I looked Eric straight in the eye, "I'm sure he'd enjoy his time here if he would just relax." He smiled back at me. 

"Yes, he has been showing me a good time." I was really feeling naughty, talking on the phone to my husband while fucking my son. 

"Okay. We'll probably go out this evening. I'll talk to you later." I clicked the phone shut and dropped it on the floor before Mike could tell me he loved me. 

I don't think my psyche could handle all the contrary messages. I loved my husband but I was being unfaithful to him. I loved my son so much I was committing incest. I don't think I could have handled hearing my husband tell me he loved me while I was in the act of fucking our son. 

I began to ride my son with a quickening pace while he squeezed my tits. I diddled my clit faster and faster. I felt Eric's dick began to expand he was getting closer to orgasm. I frigged myself harder. He grabbed my hips and pushed me down on top of him. His dick actually got bigger. He was buried deep inside me and I could feel jets of my son's jizz shoot into my womb.

The look of climatic bliss on my son's face was enough to send me over the edge. I arched my back and tilted my head back and howled. A psychedelic haze of white and red flashed before my eyes. My cunt contracted tighter around Eric in orgasmic release.

I fell off of Eric limply. He panted his thanks and love. We spooned and dozed in sated harmony. Our hunger finally razed us from our languor. We decided to clean up and go out for supper and maybe hit some of the college hotspots. 

Eric wanted to quickly jump into the shower but I preferred a warm soapy bath in the whirlpool tub. I convinced Eric a bath would be more enjoyable by leading him into the bathroom by his quickly hardening cock. We soaked for a short while in the warm water. The jets of turbulent water relaxed my aching muscles. 

I teased Eric by sucking his cock after washing it. He lifted his hips out of the water and groaned. I ran my tongue down the length of his dick. I giggled as it twitched in my hand. When he couldn't stand it anymore Eric lifted me out of the water and sat my ass on the edge of the tub. 

He rose up on his knees and after spreading my legs and entered me with one thrust. I grunted in response. I held on to his shoulders while he pounded my pussy. He was relentless as he worked his behemoth in out of me. He quicken his pace and I watched his face as he cummed. He had such a look of intense gratification on his face that I lost some of my guilty feelings. 

He kissed me before pulling out of me and sinking back into the soapy moving water. I began to think that perhaps Dr. Jones was right about Eric, that the only way to relieve his frustrated sex drive was for me to surrender myself to him. I smiled at my son, satisfied that our forbidden fortification would satiate his frustrations. 

After drying each other off, I shooed Eric out of the bathroom so I could put my make-up on and dress. After twenty minutes I heard him whine, "I'm going to pass out from starvation." I opened the door and was rewarded with Eric's mouth gaping open. "Do I pass inspection?" I asked.

He choked, "You look so hot, Mom."

I was wearing a blue bustier that brought out the blue of my eyes. I had on a black leather wrap around skirt over my thigh high black stockings and knee high black boots that had stiletto heels. The skirt went down to mid calf. I grabbed the matching leather jacket that went with the skirt and slipped it on. "Ready?" I asked. Eric just nodded his head.

We ate standing at the counter of nearby pizza joint. It was noisy and busy with college kids coming and going. I basked in the attention that I received from both the guys and gals. The guys looked at me lustfully and after giving me an ogling would nod at Eric acknowledging his claim to me. The girls would smack their guys on the shoulder when they realized they were giving me too much consideration or they would whisper jealously to each other about the, "blonde cougar at the counter."

"What's a cougar?" I asked.

Eric chuckled and then said, "It's an older woman who goes after a younger guy."

"Oh, I guess that is me then." I chuckled too.

Eric noticed the interest I was getting from both sexes and said, "You've caused quite a stir."

"Am I embarrassing you, Baby? I wanted to look attractive for you. We can leave. I can go change if you want. If you think I look too slutty." I responded brushing his sandy bangs from his face.

He smiled at me. "Are you kidding? I love how you look. You're so hot. I'd be attracted to you if you wore sweats and sneakers. It's kind of a turn-on to know that I'm with the woman all these guys want to be with and the girls wish they were."

I smiled back at Eric pleased. He was confident almost cocky a big change over his reaction at the football stadium this afternoon. He said a friend of his was throwing a party just around the corner and suggested we might check out the action there. I agreed and we left holding hands.

When we arrived at the party it was well under way with people scattered all over the house and the music blared. Eric led the way thru the crowd. He found the keg and got us each a plastic cup of beer. With the crush of people I was getting warm in the leather jacket so I slipped it off and put it on coat rack near the door. While I was near the door I noticed the two boys that Eric had gotten into a fight with at the football game arrived. I hoped another fight wouldn't break out.

Eric noticed them too and smiled at me when I returned to his side. He put his arm around my waist possessively and then he slipped his hand down to my butt, a sign to all the other males that this ass was taken. I smiled thinking how little the mating rituals had changed since I had been in college. Several acquaintances of Eric shook his hand or slapped his back as they moved thru the crowd recognizing his conquest.

A slow song began to play. Eric jostled me into the room that was acting as the dance floor. It was crowded with couples clinging to each other. There was no room and we could do little more than embrace each other and sway to the music. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on Eric's shoulder. He slid both hands across my ass and pulled me into him. I could feel his cock harden against my pelvic. I kissed his neck. I felt his dick twitch in his jeans. "I love you," I whispered.

He looked down at me and then kissed me hungrily, his tongue searching out mine. He broke our kiss and he panted, "Let's get out of here." 

I noticed Eric's adversaries had been watching us as he hustled me off the dance floor and out of the door. I barely had time to retrieve my jacket before Eric led me outside by my hand. I started to slip my jacket back on.

"Leave it off." Eric commanded.

"But I'm cold." I whined my nipples were hard and ached.

"No, you're hot, very fucking hot."

I complied and just slung the jacket over my shoulder by pushing my forefinger thru the label strap. My movement caused me to glance back and I saw we were being followed by the two boys. I looked at Eric with concern for our safety.

"Turn around Mom, I know they are there."

Eric was becoming quite the alpha male. He again wrapped his arm around me and slid his hand over my ass. He kept his hand on my ass as we walked down the sidewalk. He could feel my ass cheek sling side to side as we walked back to the hotel. I breathed a sigh of relief when we entered the lobby without incident.

After we crossed the threshold to my room I turned on the lamp next to the bed and hung up my jacket. Eric walked over to the window and opened the drapes all the way. He stood before the window with his arms folded across his chest. Suddenly he smiled and waved out the window.

"Eric what are you doing?" I asked.

"Come and see."

I walk over to the window and Eric pointed across the street to where the two boys are standing next to a parked car. They shot us the bird. We laugh and returned the gesture. Eric pulled me close and I snuggled up next to him. He seemed so in control, so manly. I was turned on and I feel myself dampen. My thong clung to my moistening labia. Eric turned into me moving his hand behind my blonde head pulled my face up to his kissing me deeply.

We were back lit from the lamp and the boys down on the street could see everything. In fact I noticed a couple of more boys had joined them when Eric broke our kiss. We stood sideways in front of the window. I looked into Eric's eyes they were filled with love and lust. He pushed down on my shoulder I knew what he wanted. I said, "They are watching." He nodded his head and said, "I know."

I submissively dropped to my knees in front of the window. I looked into my son's eyes. He watched as I unzipped his jeans and pulled his hard throbbing cock out. He sighed as my fingers encircled his penis and brought it to my mouth. I kissed the purple head and flicked my tongue into his piss slit. 

He gasped and I giggled. I ran my tongue down the length of his cock from the tip to the base and then from the base to the tip. He gasped again his cock jumped in my hand. I slowly engulfed as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me toward him while thrusting more of his cock down my throat. I gagged and spit him out.

Eric snatched me up by both my arms. I sprung up off my knees. He ripped the blue bustier from my body and threw it on the floor. My tits leaped free. He took a breast in each of his hands and began to squeeze. Then he bent his head down and sucked on each breast in turn, teasing the nipples between his teeth. It was my turn to sigh. 

He tore the wrap-around leather skirt from my hips and pushed me towards the window. My breasts were pressed against the cool pane. My nipples were so hard that I wondered if perhaps they might in fact cut glass. Eric knelt behind me and snatched my black thong down my legs. I looked down at my son as I gingerly stepped out of it my hand on his shoulder for balance. 

He pushed me back into position. Once again my breasts were resting against the cool glass as I leaned against the window. My hot skin against the cool glass created a vibrant sensation. A small crowd gathered below us and I can see faces looking up at me, faces with clear a view of my nakedness. They could see my bald pink pussy lips were highlighted by the black thigh-high stockings and knee-high boots. 

Eric spread my legs and I must have looked like I was ready to be frisked to the boys on the street. My son kissed each cheek of my butt and then he spread my ass checks. I moaned as he ran his tongue thru my wet pussy. Soon he had a finger and then another sawing into my sopping slit and his thump pushing against the hood of my clit. He flicked his tongue over the rosebud of my butthole. I groaned.

He continued his tongue torture of my nethers as the crowd grew outside the window. "I need your dick Baby. Give Mama your dick." I whined with baited breath.

Eric rose from his knees and finished stripping. His large cock danced when he threw his jeans on the floor and it swayed side to side as he walked behind me. He grabbed his cock with his hand and rubbed in up my slit and toward my asshole. I felt him stop there and begin to assert pressure. "Baby, no please. Put it my pussy. Fuck my pussy."

Unfazed Eric repositioned his cock and thrust his cock deep inside me. It took my breath away. He walked forward a step and he had his cock completely buried in my quim. In fact I was so completely impaled on his colossal cock that my feet were off the floor. I had never felt so full. He was already bottoming out. I screamed, "Aw ERIC, Baby!" as I cummed. My cunt contracted and clung to his cock like a wet vice.

He waited until my climatic spasms stopped and I caught my breath. I twisted around and rested a hand on his muscular chest and kissed him. 

"I love you Mom. I love your pussy." He panted. 

Eric slowly began to withdraw his dick to the tip. I moaned. He quickly shoved it back in to the hilt. I groaned. He began a steady pace and I responded with moans and groans. His dynamic dick angled just right at my G-spot. He gripped my hips for further penetration. After a bit his pace quickened and I felt his cock twitching. I knew he was getting close. I knew I was getting close too. I bit my lip.

"Are you going to cum, Baby? Are you going to cum in Mommy? Please Mommy's pussy with your cum."

My dirty talk was more than he could stand and with a final thrust that I thought was going to knock me thru window he pushed against my cervix and coated it with his cum. He arched his head back and bellowed like a bull. I could feel jet after jet of cum emptying into my quivering cunt. I was amazed at how much he had after our earlier romps. 

I yelped as he held me tight against him. His dick pushing at my G-spot goaded me over the orgasmic edge and I ejaculated too. A gush of liquid hit the floor and splattered on my boots. I was light-headed as flashes of white chased dashes of black in my mind. I slumped in Eric's strong arms his hands cupping my breasts. I was still skewered on his massive manhood.

Finally his limp dick slipped out of me and he turned me around and kissed me sweetly. The crowd got a good look at my ass and if they looked close enough they would have seen my son's cum leaking from my well fucked cunt.

"I love you, Mom. This has been better than I ever imagined."

He kissed me again with the contended look of a conqueror. I could hear applause from the street. We closed the drapes just as a police car pulled up to disperse the crowd with its blue lights flashing.



Complex Ch. 04



I started feeling guilty about my weekend romp with Eric as soon as I left my son's college. The sex had been great but I felt like I had betrayed my husband. I didn't know how Mike would react to the news of our son's Oedipus Complex, let alone to Dr. Jones' unorthodox treatment for the condition.

An idea flashed in my mind and then began to jell. At a highway rest stop not far from home I called my husband and told him I would get some Chinese takeout for us to eat for supper.

I had brought my overnight bag into the restroom with me and after hanging up my phone I fished out the green sweatshirt with my son's university logo on it. I turned it into a crop-top with a pair of scissors. I cut the sleeves out and discarded them. Then I chopped off the bottom just under the logo and I expanded the neck line by slicing it out to just above the logo. 

I took off my bra and slipped the newly modified sweatshirt on. It looked great. The yellow logo matched my blond hair. The new neckline was low enough to show my cleavage and let anyone who might be interested know that I wasn't wearing a bra over my big breasts. The shirt's new bottom was high enough to show my naval. I was proud of my flat stomach that I worked so hard to keep.

Once I was satisfied with my shirt I dug into my bag for a yellow and black plaid pleated miniskirt and put it on. My black thong immediately began to draw moisture from my dampening cunt and clung to the folds of my labia. Next I put on a pair of black knee high socks and my black stiletto heels. 

I retrieved a couple of rubber bands from my makeup kit and pulled my hair into matching pigtails. The final touch to complete the college-slut look was to put on just a tad too much make-up. I spun slowly around and carefully checked my appearance in the full-length mirror on the wall next to the door. I was 38 but could easily pass for a much younger woman especially in this slutty outfit. I picked up my things and got back on the road again.

I stopped at the Chinese restaurant to pickup our food. Several patrons welcomed me with wolf whistles and cat calls as I sauntered thru the establishment. I had always attracted men's attention and I had always enjoyed their consideration but I had never so wantonly craved it or so bluntly sought it. I headed home to Mike puzzled by my slutty behavior. I wondered if my illicit behavior with Eric was changing me into some kind of deviant. 

After pulling into our driveway I sauntered up to the front door my heels clicked on the sidewalk and my hips seductively swayed from side to side. I waved to a neighbor out for his evening jog. I giggled when he ran into a parked car and cursed. 

"He should watch where he's going instead of watching me." I said none too loud, yet basking in the attention.

I knocked on the front door. Mike swung it open, "Forget your key dear?" He had heard the car pull into the driveway. His mouth flew open as he surveyed my sexy appearance.

"You order take-out, Mister?" I asked popping my hip and my chewing-gum simultaneously. 

Mike caught his breath, "Yeah sure. Who are you?"

I popped my gum again, "I'm Diane the Delivery Girl."

"Come-in Diane the Delivery Girl and I'll give you a tip." 

I walked into the foyer and put the sacks of food on the table under the hall mirror. Mike closed the door and approached me like a wolf advancing on a sheep. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled me into an embrace for a kiss. His mouth hungrily explored mine.

His hands fondled my tits and after he discovered I didn't have a bra on he raised my shirt up. He smiled as he exposed my breasts and then suckled them passionately. He sucked each breast in turn. My nipples hardened until they ached. He playfully bit and then tantalized them with his flickering tongue. I cooed like a kitten and ran my fingers thru his hair.

Mike leaned me back against the hall table. He reached beneath my skirt and ran his finger across the damp material of my thong. I raised my skirt for him as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his hard dick. He slipped his finger into the leg hole of my thong and pulled it aside. Having cleared the way he thrust his cock into the core of my wetness. My butt was barely resting on the table and he splayed my legs apart by pushing my knees up against my tits. I was afraid I would fall off of the table and I clung to Mike in desperation as he fucked me like a wild man.

I knew Mike wouldn't last long the way he was machine gunning his cock in and out of my pussy. "Fuck me, Mister. Fuck my slutty pussy." 

He groaned and then surprised me by pulling his throbbing cock out of my pussy. He began spewing his seed all over my thong as he fisted himself to completion. The white goo collided with the damp black material of my black panty. I smiled into his face as he was marked his territory. He kissed me when he finished. "I love you so much," he whispered.

"I love you too, Mike. Did you miss me?" I stood up and let my skirt fall back down over my soiled panties. 

Mike smiled and asked, "What was the inspiration for your little outfit? I really liked the pig-tails by the way."

"I thought you might." I giggled as I picked up the sacks of Chinese food surprised that they hadn't fallen off the table during my ravishment. I strolled into the kitchen with Mike in tow. "I saw all those college hotties slinging their asses around campus and thought you might like a little taste."

He laughed and slapped my butt as I filled our plates with rice and kung-pow chicken. "Diane, you are the only hottie for me."

I smiled back at Mike hoping it hid the guilt that was welling up within me. I wondered if my husband could sense my infidelity or that our son was now my lover.

Doctor Jones telephoned me a couple of days after I got home from my visit to my son. "How are you feeling Mrs. Tate?"

"I'm not sure, Dr. Jones." I said brushing one of my loose blond locks out of my face with my free hand. "I feel guilty about being unfaithful to my husband. I feel wick about sleeping with my son. I feel sexy and slutty all at the same time."

"These are perfectly normal feelings. I would be concerned if you weren't somewhat conflicted. I am convinced more than ever that you having sex with Eric was the correct course of action. I saw him today, and the progress he has made is remarkable."

"Will he ever get over his Oedipus Complex?"

"It's too early to tell. I'm not sure if he'll ever be over his complex but at least he is less frustrated and is no longer slipping into neurosis," explained the doctor. "Eric did not develop his Oedipus Complex over night neither will he get over it quickly. Do you fine sexual relations with your son, disagreeable?" 

I sighed, "No, I find it quite enjoyable." A tinge of excitement caressed my nethers as I reminisced about my son's sexual prowess.

Dr. Jones continued, "Mrs. Tate it is important that you do not let your physical relations with Eric devolve into a sexual duty you perform for his benefit. That kind of attitude would be more damaging than never have started having sex with him to begin with."

"I understand Doctor, like I said I enjoy sex with Eric. It is very gratifying. I don't feel like it's a duty. My encounters with Eric are very erotic. I would probably get more pleasure from them if I didn't feel so guilty about being unfaithful to my husband."

We talked for several more minutes and I did feel better after talking to Dr. Jones. I was relieved that Eric was making progress. I loved my son and found the tantalizing taboo sex with him highly satisfying. Dr. Jones offered me advice that would ease my guilt. I loved my husband and our sex life had become more pleasing since my peccadilloes had begun.

I made plans for a romantic evening with my husband for Friday night. I made reservations at the best restaurant in town and I was sure I could get Mike to take me dancing after dinner. 

The rest of the week flew by and Friday arrived quickly. I had an appointment at the spa to get my hair and nails done that morning. I also got another Brazilian wax job. I really liked my pussy bald it seemed more sensitive plus it drove Mike wild and Eric seemed it enjoyed too. 

After a light lunch I arrived at Draper's Department Store where I worked as a sales clerk. The warmth deep in my belly confirmed that I was anticipating the attention I would be getting from my husband later this evening. I was going to meet Mike in a bar just around the corner from his office after work, so I was already wearing my date attire.

My outfit was more professional than sexy but I thought Mike would find me appealing. I wore a navy blue knee-length skirt over a white garter belt with white stockings that had a floral pattern on them. My footwear was a pair of blue pumps with a reasonable heel. A simple white blouse completed the ensemble.

We did a brisk business during the afternoon so I had little time to daydream about the evening. I was re-hanging a couple of dresses back on the rack that had been rejected by a rather picky customer. I smiled pleased with the commission I would receive from the fussy woman. 

I felt a hand on my ass and spun around poised to slap the perpetrator. "Hi, Mom," it was my son Eric. He was wearing a smile from ear to ear.

"Eric, what are you doing here?" I asked pulling him close to me for a hug. He moved to kiss me. "Not here." I whispered and pushed him back to arm's length.

"I missed you, Mom, so I skipped my afternoon class and drove down to see you," he said with an expectant smile trying to pull me back into an embrace. "I couldn't wait to see you and I remember you said you'd be working today, so I thought I'd surprise you. Please Mom, I need you."

"I see." I said, "I'm due for a break. I just need to let Wanda know I'm leaving the sales floor."

After I told the other sales clerk I was taking a break I grabbed Eric by the hand and led him toward the store room in back of the store. I could feel Eric's eyes on my ass as we glided thru the racks of clothes on the way to the closet. I put a little extra sway in my step for his benefit. His desire for me made me feel sexy and wanted. My pussy became effusive with eagerness.

As soon as the door to the store room closed Eric spun me around and into his arms. He kissed me enthusiastically. He held me so close I could feel the hardness of his cock thru his jeans. I broke our kiss, "I don't have much time, Baby," I whispered excitedly. 

I stepped back from Eric and reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down. They clung to my wet pussy for just a second. The gusset adhered to my quim forcing the rest of the panty to stretch before relenting to my tug. I hiked my skirt up around my waist and bent over a box, presenting myself to my lover. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at my son in sweet submission. "Fuck me, Baby Boy."

Eric's nostrils flared as my aroma filled the small space of the store room. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his engorged manhood out and stepped behind me. He took it in his hand and slid it up and down my sopping slit a couple of times teasing me with it until I whined. "Hurry, Baby, fuck me. Fuck me now. Mama needs it." 

I thought I heard an intake of air from behind the boxes but Eric's sudden penetration into my pussy distracted me from further investigation. I moaned and my son momentarily paused allowing me to adjust to his size. He inched more of himself into me and soon my pussy was engulfing his entire length. Eric was buried into me up to the hilt and I groaned, "Mama, loves your hard cock, Baby Boy." 

He grabbed my hips firmly and began thrusting himself in and out, in and out at a rapid fire pace. "Your pussy feels so good, Mom," he choked.

Again I heard a noise. I glanced around the small room while Eric continued to hammer into me from behind. His full balls tapped against my clit, teasing it. I gasped when I spotted a pair of eyes shining white in the shadows of the store room. I caught a glint of red hair as our watcher changed position, it was Wanda. I relaxed knowing she would not betray my illicit liaison with my hung son and wondering how she had beaten us to the storeroom. 

I reached between my legs and dawdled my clit. Eric was banging away and I began to cum moaning like a bitch in heat. I blinked my eyes as reds and whites screamed thru my cerebrum. My cunt contracted around Eric's hard hummer. I felt his giant cock throb as he thrust it deep into me. He bottomed out on my cervix and coated it with his cum. He growled like a gratified bear. I reached between my legs and grasped his emptying balls and gently squeezed them milking more of his jizz into my womb.

We recovered from our mutual orgasm. I pulled my panties up from around my ankles and straighten my skirt. Eric replaced his cock and zipped his jeans. I patted his butt and said, "I love you Eric." He kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "I love you too, Mom." 

After checking our appearance I stuck my head out the door to ensure we could make good our escape. The way was clear so we hustled back onto the sales floor. I sent Eric home and told him he would have to entertain himself this evening because his father and I had plans for the evening. 

I heard couple of boxes noisily crashed to the floor of the store room. I heard a small howl and then a holler, "AWWW Gossh!" I laughed Wanda had just masturbated herself to orgasm. The floor manager hustled over to the racket and ripped the door open. Wanda walked out of the closet adjusting her dress with a flushed face. "I'm sorry, I knocked some boxes over. No worries, no damage," she panted.

Wanda made a beeline for me after the brief exchange with the floor manager. I sheepishly smiled at her. She glanced around to ensure no customers were around. "How long have you been fucking your son?" she asked. 

Briefly I explained Eric's Oedipus Complex and Dr. Jones suggested treatment. I told her about my weekend romp with my son. I was thankful that the flow of customers had dribbled down to one or two ladies that really didn't need our consideration.

"Wow" was all Wanda said after I had finished my story. 

"I feel so guilty," I sniffed trying to fight back a tear. Wanda patted my back. "I'm so wicked. I'm going to meet my husband for a romantic evening with my pussy full of my son's cum."

It helped to share my torment with Wanda. I loved my son and enjoyed the erotic encounters with him yet, I felt guilty about being unfaithful to husband. I was also aware that intercourse with my husband had greatly intensified due to my infidelity and I was unsure how to feel about that.

"You never considered those times we played as infidelity?" she asked inquiring about the lesbian liaisons we occasionally had after the store closed.

"No not really. I thought of them as more extracurricular enjoyment. I wasn't going to leave my husband and my marriage wasn't threatened." I answered honestly. 

"You're not going to leave Mike for Eric are you?"

"No, I love Mike deeply but I do think my marriage is threatened. I don't know how he would react to Eric's complex or the doctor's recommended treatment."

Wanda took me in her arms and held me. "You poor thing," she comforted.

Soon after I composed myself the store closed. "I'm going home and fuck my husband silly," said Wanda, "I'm going to fantasize that he has your son's horse cock too."

I went to the ladies room on the way out of the store. I douched and changed into a new pair of panties. I took off my blouse and removed my bra. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror and twinked my nipples. I pinched them between my thumb and forefinger they harden with eager excitement. I replaced my blouse my areolas were visible thru the thin white material. I fixed my hair and left the store.

Mike was waiting for me outside the bar. We decided to skip happy hour and go straight to the restaurant. It was just a short distance away so we walked holding hands like lovers do.

"How was your day?" he asked.

"Eric stopped by the store," I replied. "He's home for the weekend."

"Any particular reason he's back? You were just there?" inquired Mike.

I smiled and said. "He said he missed me, that's all."

"He's such a mama's boy."

I stopped on the street and faced Mike afraid he knew I was fucking our son. "What's that suppose to mean?" I snarled dropping his hand from mine ready to defend my clandestine coupling.

He stopped walking too and laughed. "Nothing bad, just stating a fact, dear that's all. Eric has always been dependent upon you. You're going to have to cut the apron strings someday. "

"Someday, I will." I said relieved that my secret was still safe. I held my hand out for my husband to hold. Mike caught it in his and we continued our stroll toward the restaurant. He was more right than he knew. Somehow I was going to have to find a way to wean my son from sex with me without driving him psychotic. 

We loafed on the way to the restaurant enjoying the cool autumn evening. We were seated almost immediately after our arrival. I looked across the table at my handsome husband enthralled with his confident charm as we ate. 

Mike noticed the dark outline of my areola revealed thru my white shirt. "I really like your blouse this evening." He grinned.

I rubbed my stocking covered calf against his leg. Mike smiled mischievously at me while lifting his full fork to his mouth. I took my shoe off and place my foot into his crotch and squeezed my toes around his hardening cock. He coughed on his food and said to the passing waiter, "Check please."

We had separate vehicles so I pulled my car into our garage and waited for Mike to park his car before getting out mine. I beat Mike to the door that led to the kitchen from the garage and pushed the button that shut the garage door. I went into the house found a note on the kitchen table from Eric. It said he was going out with friends and not to wait up for him. I suspected that he had already ensconced himself in our bedroom closet. I smiled wickedly. "Eric will be gone all night."

Mike turned the kitchen light off and followed me to the staircase that led up to the bedrooms. I reached behind me and unzipped my skirt. It fell to the floor. Mike picked it up and followed me up the stairs. I glanced over my shoulder to see how close he was following me then I wiggled my panty covered butt in his face. He beamed at me catching a whiff of my excitement and said, "You've been quite randy all night." 

I giggled and threw my blouse onto his head as I topped the stairs. He laughed and pulled it off. I had gained a couple of steps on him and waited for him in our bedroom near our king-size bed. When he was in the doorway I pulled my panties down to my ankles. I paused bent over allowing Mike to feast on the sight of my exposed pussy and butt before stepping out of my panties. He stopped and whistled appreciatively.

After I straightened up and threw my panties on the floor next to the closet door. I had noticed it was cracked open when I came into the bedroom. I put my hand on my hip and struck a pose for my husband and my peeping son. 

"What do you think, Lover?" I asked my husband. I was naked expect for the white garter belt and attached white floral stockings along with my high-heels.

Mike's tented trousers let me know he appreciated my appearance. He entered the room and kissed me in one fell swoop. I noticed that my panties had disappeared from the floor. The theft confirmed my suspension that Eric was hiding in the closet. 

"Let's leave the light on Lover. I want to watch you fuck me." I suggested. 

Mike knead my big breasts before sucking a harden nipple into his mouth. I gasped as it took my breath away. I ran my fingers through his hair as he ran a couple of fingers between my drenched labia. I exhaled another gasp as he poked two fingers into my quivering quim. He pressed his palm against my clit. I excitedly but gently bit into his shoulder. I stripped Mike while he continued to finger me. 




Complex Ch. 04



I broke away long enough to hang up his suit. I opened the closet door blocking Mike's view to the inside of the closet with my naked body. While I was occupied with the hanger I felt the wet tongue of my son slither into my soppy slit. I moaned and grabbed the closet pole for support. Eric stifled a snigger in the dark closet and jammed two fingers quickly in and out of my cunt. I murmured with ecstasy.

"Are you okay?" asked Mike from across the room.

"Fine," I buzzed and spun slowly around without closing the closet door completely. 

I draped myself over the bed with my butt pointed up in the air and my legs spread wide. Mike took the hint and kissed each cheek of my butt before slipping his tongue into my rosebud. I let out groan of gratification. He lathered my bung hole until it was almost as wet as my pussy.

Mike stood behind me and entered my gushing gapping gash. "Aw, Mike." I moaned as he buried himself into me up his balls. "Your pussy is so great," he groaned.

He began plunging into my pussy like a man possessed. His balls hammered at the hood of my clit sending shockwaves of pleasure thru me. 

Mike suddenly pulled his meaty dick out of my pussy. I found the sudden emptiness tormenting. He guided his thick dick dripping with my wetness to my puckered anus and pushed. I clutched the bedspread and screamed in uncomfortable delight. He paused allowing me to grow accustomed to his girth and seating himself fully into my fanny. I panted as waves of pain and pleasure coursed thru my body.

"Fuuck mee," I squealed.

Mike slowly began to withdraw his dick sliding it out until just the tip remained battling my sphincter. Then he glided it back into me. He enjoyed long-dicking me. He got a rhythm going and soon he was plunging into me with reckless abandon. I began diddling my clit teasing it from its hood.

My orgasm was building just as Mike's was building. I howled when I beat him to it. White light shot thru me and I screamed with ecstasy. Mike reached down and pulled me up into a more classic doggy position by my hair. My back arched allowing Mike to penetrate my backside deeper. He shot his load deep into my belly. He bawled like a bull as his balls emptied their contents into me. "I love you Diane," he said throatily. 

He softened and my sphincter pushed him out me. He fell over on the bed. I snuggled up to him cooing with contentment. Soon he was softly snoring in sated slumber. I rolled over and turned out the light. I watched the closet door open and heard Eric shuffle across the carpet and out the bedroom door. 

I waited a while longer to make sure Mike was fully a sleep before I got up. I slipped a flimsy blue dressing gown over my naked body. I had pulled my stockings and garter off soon after Mike had fallen asleep. I tip-toed out the door and closed it behind me. 

The bathroom door opened and Eric jerked me into it. My son pulled me to him and kissed my lips. His tongue assaulted my opened mouth. "That was so hot, Mom. I love the look on your face when you cum."

Eric was standing nude, his long cock arched back toward his belly button. He bent his head down and sucked my already hard nipples. He impatiently lifted me up on the bathroom counter. I vulgarly spread my legs for him. He placed his hands behind my knees and pushed them toward my big breasts. 

The movement force Mike's cum to dribble out of my ass. Eric saw it and smiled at me. He grabbed his cock and pointed the head at my butthole. I shook my head negatively, "That's just your Dad's." 

He looked for a moment into my eyes. I saw a glimmer of understanding as he propelled his prick into my soaked snatch. Eric whimpered as my velvety vice clutched his cock. He was excited and pounded my pussy with a steady pace. I loved watching his big boner work in and out of me glistening with my wetness.

I loved the countenance on Eric's face as he fucked me. I reached down between our coupled bodies and began to give my clit some consideration. Soon I was thrashing my legs as an orgasm ripped thru my cunt. "Aw, that's good Baby Boy," I sighed.

Eric began to quicken his tempo and I whispered wanton words of lust to him. "Fuck me baby. Mama loves your big dick." With a final jab he buried his dick into me and shot a big load of cum into my palpated pussy. The look of utter contentment on his face gave me great joy. I hugged him close and patted his ass. "I love you." 

He smiled even more broadly, "I love you too Mom." 

He began fucking me again. Eric's dick hadn't softened at all he was still very much aroused and amorous. I gulped as he once again began pounding my pussy. I leaned back against the mirror and watched his dick drive in and out of me. I watched his face contort with exhilaration.

Eric emptied his balls into me shooting his spunk into my well serviced cunt. He breathed heavily as he pulled out of me. A stream of his white jism chased his retreating dick out of me and trickled down my butthole mixing with Mike's deposited load. He kissed me once again and helped me off the counter. I kissed him good night and he went to his bed room and I retreated to mine.

After a night of troubled dreams I was awoken the next morning by Mike sucking my tit. "Good morning, Beautiful," he smiled.

"Hey, Handsome," I replied groggily. "I'm not beautiful, my make-up is a mess, my hair is worse and I smell funky."

He looked down at me with a glimmer in his eye, "I love you just the way you are and I want you now."

He rolled over on top of me and I spread my legs in response. He entered my sloppy pussy and began slowly thrusting his dick. My gooey wetness clamped onto his thickness. I exhaled a blissful sigh. He kissed me despite my morning dragon breath. I wrapped my arms around him and hooked my heels behind his thighs. 

Mike made love to me unhurriedly and I whispered naughty expressions of encouragement and endearment into his ear. He rose up on his arms and began pleasantly pummeling my exploited pussy. "Cum in me, Baby. Cum in me," and I squealed when he did.

We jumped into the shower and scrubbed on each other. I didn't feel so foul after my shower. After drying off I wrapped a towel around my wet hair and slipped on a pair of white French-cut panties. I put on one of Mike's blue button-up shirts and pair of anklet socks because my feet were cold.

While Mike dressed for his golf game I padded downstairs and made us both breakfast Eric was still sleeping and I smiled pleasantly as I tip-toed past his closed door. His desire for me had seemed insatiable but I was confident that he left our coupling with his lust appeased.

My body was relaxed and sated after a night of sex. Mike's erotic attention this morning made me feel loved and accepted. I grinned amorously at Mike as he finished his coffee. He put his cup in the sink and kissed me good-bye. "See you later sexy," he said affectionately and slapped my panty clad ass.

The garage door noisily clanged closed announcing Mike's departure. I turned and stuck my hands into the warm dish water to finish the breakfast dishes. Morning sunshine came thru the window in front of the sink. Its warmth completed my delightful mood.

"You are so sexy, Mom." Eric said from the kitchen door.

"Oh, go on. I must look a sight with my hair up in a towel and your Dad's old shirt on." I turned to him and immediately noticed his tented shorts. He was fresh from the shower and wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes. "Do you want some breakfast?" I asked.

"I'm serious Mom. You are so sexy. It really turns me on to see you dressed in just panties and a shirt. That's always been the sexiest outfit you've wore around the house. I don't want breakfast I want you."

He walked to the sink and embraced me. "Oh." was all I could muster. He began kissing my mouth and my neck. He pulled the towel from my head. I pushed my wet locks from my face. He smiled at me. "I love you, Mom."

Eric unbuttoned my shirt but left it on me. He squeezed one breast while sucking on the other. I tilted my head back and whimpered. I reached down into his shorts and pulled his dick out. It was rock hard. I started to drop to my knees but Eric stopped me. He had other plans. He backed away from me and scrutinized me. One flap of the shirt covered one breast, the other was exposed its nipple hard and glistened wet. My damp panties clung to the folds of my pussy. I watched him ogle me.

"You are so sexy," choked Eric. He backed me against the table until my butt encountered the wood. I rose up on my tip toes and rested my cheeks on the table. Eric pushed me down until my back was resting flat on the table. I lay still as he flipped the shirt flaps off of my breasts exposing them to his gaze. He reached down and cuddled a tit in his hand. He squeezed it and then gently pinched the nipple. I inhaled sharply with pleasure. "You're so hot, Mom. I love looking at you."

Eric ran a finger down my panty-clad slit. I raise my hips and he pulled my panties off. It took my breath away. I watched as he pulled his big cock from his shorts. He stepped between my spread legs and ran his mammoth member up and down my gash. He flashed me a roguish grin. "I'm going to fuck you, Mom."

"Yes, Baby Boy, fuck me." I whined expectantly.

He pushed the helmet of his cock into my trembling pussy. I gasp. He teased me by just sawing his dick-head back and forth barely inside of me until I complained, "Give it to me. Give it all to me, Eric." He laughed and pushed the rest of his cock into me until I could feel his balls resting against my butthole. 

"That's it." I grunted. He paused allowing my overindulged pussy to adjust to his size. He slowly withdrew his cock until just the tip was resting between my puffy pussy lips. His dick is saturated with my excitement. He slowly and teasingly pressed it back into me until he bottomed out. I moaned when he withdrew his cock and groaned when he slammed it back into me.

Eric put a hand on each hip and took a firm grip. My fingers tightened on the edge of the table. I knew he is about to bust loose and he didn't disappointment. He began to piston into me with powerful strokes. I began to howl like a wolf while he hammered away at me. 

I diddled my clit which just excited Eric more as he fucked me. Soon I was thrashing my legs and stammering obscenities as an orgasm exploded thru me. My cunt clutched at Eric's dick and he again increased his tempo.

I could tell he was close to climax. I could feel his dick thicken and I encouraged him. "Cum for Mommy. Cum for Mommy." 

Eric ripped his huge cock from my cunt and jerked himself a couple of times soon ropes of jizz splat onto my belly from between my tits to the top of my vulva. He grunted as the last drops of goo hit my clit.

"I love you Mom." He smiled satisfied.

"I love you too Baby, boy."



Complex Ch. 05



I called Dr. Jones after Eric returned to college from his weekend visit. I was so conflicted I feared for my own mental health. 

"How are you doing, Mrs. Tate?" asked the Doctor.

"Not very well," I replied. "I'm on an emotional pendulum swinging from adulterous guilt to thrilling taboo ecstasy. In the past couple of weeks I've gone from a conventional wife who had sex a couple of times a month with her husband to a sex-crazed nymph who drops her panties repeatedly for her son. I've went from normal to deviant to pervert."

"What do you mean by pervert?"

"Doctor, I have discovered that I like to have people watch me have sex." I said.

I further explained about flashing the pizza delivery boy, masturbating in front of an open window for my son to watch, having sex with my son in front of open window, having sex with my son while Wanda watched from the shadows and how turned I was to know Eric was hiding in the closet watching me have sex with his father.

"What's wrong with me, Doctor?" I cried.

"You still get sexually aroused even if no one is watching?" he asked in return.

"It seems I'm aroused all the time whether anyone is watching or not." I answered.

"You may be experiencing martymachlia which may be causing a slight case of parahilia. It is hardly a perverted mental disorder more like a form of hyper-exhibitionism." He reassured me.

"What's martymachlia and parahilia?" 

The Doctor noticed the concern in my voice and chuckled, "Martymachlia simply means you get sexually aroused when other people watch you have sex and parahilia means you are distressed by that sexual arousal. But there is no reason to be concerned sense you can get aroused when people are not watching. Are there any other behaviors you are concerned with?"

"What a relief, I thought I might be losing my mind. Other than fucking my son for his Oedipus Complex I guess the rest of my behavior would be considered acceptable. Although, I'm not sleeping very well, I have strange dreams."

Dr. Jones seemed to perk-up on the other end of the telephone. "What kind of dreams?"

"It's been the same one for the past couple of nights. I'm lying on the ground and my hands are tied to a horse and my feet are tied to another horse. My husband is riding one horse and my son is riding the other. They are pulling in different directions. They are pulling me apart."

"This is very disturbing," said the Doctor with trepidation. "I'm afraid we have a dilemma. On a sub-conscious level you feel that you are being pulled in two. One direction is towards your husband the other direction is towards your son. I'm afraid that if you continue to have sex with your son, your own mental health is at risk."

"What about Eric? Didn't you say that once we began this course of action that an abrupt end to sexual relations with him would push him into psychosis?"

"That's the dilemma. If you continue to have sex with your son you risk psychosis. If don't continue to have sex with your son you risk his psychosis."

"Oh my," was all I could say. I bit my lip and pushed an unruly lock of blond hair out of my face. "What do I need to do?"

"I think your husband must be told of Eric's condition and what you are doing to alleviate that condition."

"I'm not sure how he will react, Doctor." I hesitated.

"Perhaps I should have included him when I told you of Eric's condition. I made a mistake by not taking your mental condition into consideration. I'm sorry."

"I didn't tell him either Doctor. I just started fucking our son behind his back." I sniffled and then the dam burst and I was crying like child who had been caught with its hand in the cookie jar.

After I settled down Dr. Jones continued, "The reason you feel so conflicted is because you feel like you are being unfaithful to the husband you love deeply. The only way to ease that guilt is to tell him not only what you have been doing but why. I'm afraid if you continue having sexual relations with your son behind your husband's back that it will be very detrimental to your mental health. Perhaps I should meet with him alone and explain it to him."

"No Doctor, I went to the dance. I'll pay the fiddler. I'll tell him." I said. I hung up the phone and padded in my socks toward the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. I was in need of some comfort so I called Wanda.

Wanda hurried over to my house after I called her. She had been on the way to the gym so she was dressed in gray cotton gym pants and with a gray tank top. It was mid-morning so I was still in my robe and panties. We sat on the couch in the living room drinking coffee. 

"How you doing Diane?" she asked finally running her manicured nails thru her red hair.

"Not so hot." I confessed. "I've been having these dreams about Eric and Mike, they are pulling me apart. Doctor Jones says I have to tell Mike about Eric's condition and what I've been doing about it or I'll go crazy."

"You poor thing," cooed Wanda as she rubbed my back. "What can I do to help?"

"I just need a little consoling." I whispered weakly. 

Wanda took the hint and slipped her hand under my robe and gently massaged my breast. I rubbed her cheek with my hand before bringing her face to mine. I kissed her open mouthed. Her tongue searched out mine. My robe fell away and Wanda began sucking on one nipple while gently pinching the other. 

"That feels so good." I whimpered.

I lay back on the couch and Wanda pulled my panties off. I ran my finger thru my moistening gash as I watch Wanda strip. She had beautiful big breasts, a slim waist and luscious hairless labia. She sat bare bottomed on the couch and dove face first between my lewdly spread legs. I ran my fingers thru her copper locks and ground her face into my excited pussy. Her tongue tunneled into my wetness.

Soon she had two fingers speedily stabbing in and out of my slit. I cried out in pleasure. She looked up from my crotch and smiled. Her flickering tongue teased my clit from its hood. I grasped the couch cushions and yammered incoherently as Wanda drove me delirious with her manipulations. 

"Diane your scent is delectable," she teased. 

I just moaned in response as she fingered me incessantly. "Mmmyy pusssy," I whined nearing my peak.

Wanda smiled at me. She withdrew her fingers from my pussy and jabbed them up my ass and bit lightly on my exposed clitoris. I howled in blissful release as waves of ecstasy crashed thru my body. I arched my back as yellow and white light exploded in my brain.

"Feel better now, Diane?" 

I panted, "Gosh, yes." 

Diane giggled and then lay back on the couch opposite me. She rolled a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. A finger from her free hand glided between the folds of glistening labia. She purred.

I rose up and kissed her mouth tasting my nectar on her lips. I moved down to her breasts and momentarily squeezed and sucked on them. I gently bit into a nipple and was rewarded with Wanda's sudden intake of breathe. I kissed my way down her taut belly and tongued her naval ring before moving now to the cleft between her legs. Her pussy was opened like a rose petal and I darted my tongue into her like bee's stinger.

My fingers burrowed into her wetness while my tongue tantalized her clit. Wanda shook her head slowly from side to side with revelry. I jack hammered my fingers in and out her while she twisted her nipples violently. She groaned expecting gratification. When she began to babble incomprehensively I suddenly withdrew my two fingers from her twat and shoved them up her butthole. She screamed at the violation and climaxed. 

Wanda left to get ready for work. I was off so I spent the rest of the day planning how I was going to tell my husband about our son's Oedipus Complex and my illicit liaisons with him. I decided that it would be best if we talked after supper.

Mike came home after work and we ate a quick supper. I listened as he told me about his day. I suggested we go into the den for coffee after we had finished eating.

"What's going on?" he asked. "You've been pretty quite all night."

"I talked to Dr. Jones today." I answered after sipping my coffee.

"Oh, is everything all right?" his voice disclosed his concern. He put his cup down on the saucer.

"Not really." I couldn't prevent a tear from rolling down my face.

Mike started to get up and comfort me but I shook my head negatively. "Stay where you are I have some shocking things to tell you."

"What is it, Diane?"

"As you know Eric has been seeing Dr. Jones."

"Is there something wrong with Eric?" interrupted Mike.

I frowned at him. "Just be quite until I get thru this, please let me finish, okay?"

Mike simply nodded at me so I continued. "Eric has an extreme case of Oedipus Complex..."

"What?" Mike shouted. "What do you mean?"

"You know what Oedipus Complex is, right?" Mike shook his head, so I said. "Dr. Jones has diagnosed Eric with Oedipus Complex so bad that it is causing him to have neurosis."

I paused to gage Mike's response. He just looked at me bewildered so I continued to explain. "Dr. Jones suggested that the best therapy for Eric was for me to have sex with him"

"What kind of quack is this Doctor?" Mike exploded.

"Mike please, this isn't easy." He calmed momentarily. "My mental health is in jeopardy as well as your son's."

"Now I'm really confused." Mike said throwing up his hands.

"Settle down. It's important that you understand how you act in response to this news your reaction will affect me. Dr. Jones thinks I'm on the verge of a breakdown."

"Why?"

"Because I've been having sex with Eric," I confessed and the tears ran down my face like a river. "I'm so sorry that I was unfaithful Mike but, I'm not sorry that I had sex with Eric. He has improved and as long as he is improving I will continue to have sex with him. I just can't do it behind your back any more I can't live with the guilt."

I sat silently waiting for Mike to respond. He sat in his own silence as he processed the information I had just revealed to him. Finally he asked, "The weekend you went up to the university?"

"Yeah, that was the first time." I dapped my eyes with a hanky sure that my mascara ran down my face.

"I assume you were afraid to tell me."

"Yes, I didn't know how you might react. You know Castration Anxiety is a very real part of Oedipus Complex." I sniffled.

"I wouldn't castrate my own son," he barked.

"I know not physically but symbolically or emotionally you might. You probably wouldn't have been aware of it. Eric was so emotionally fragile I just couldn't take that chance."

Mike stood up from his overstuffed chair and held out his hand to me. I put my hand in his and he helped me stand. He embraced and I cried on his shoulder. My mascara and makeup stained his shirt. He sat back down and pulled me on to his lap. He let me cry myself out.

Finally he said, "I'm sorry Diane. I'm sorry you had to carry this burden alone." He hugged me close and I cried some more.

"I'm sorry Mike." I finally sniffled. "I never meant to hurt you."

"I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt but what really hurts is that you didn't feel like you could tell me what was wrong with our son."

"I didn't know how you would react." I whined.

"That's just it, you should have, and that's my fault. After all the years we've been married you should know me well enough to figure out how I would react. Even to something like this."

"What now?" I asked, once again wiping my face with my hanky.

"I love you and I love our son. You tell me. What does the esteemed Dr. Jones suggest?"

"He said once I started having sex with Eric I would probably have to continue for awhile. He has his sexual desire wired into his sex drive." I explained.

Mike looked at me confused, "What does that mean?"

"Dr. Jones says that Oedipus Complex is a fairly common sexual desire but most boys outgrow it but somehow Eric's desire for me, his mother, got wired into his sex drive. As you know sex drive is the need to have sex and the sex drive is stronger than any sexual desire. Basically Eric's sex drive is to have sex with me and just me. If that drive isn't met then he'll go crazy from frustration."

"I see and what about your mental health?"

"Dr. Jones said that my problem was guilt and once I told you what I was doing I shouldn't suffer any more problems." I said flatly.

"So where does that leave us?" he asked.

"I love you Mike and I love Eric. I guess I'm asking for my cake and eat it too. My own sexual desires have skyrocketed. Can't I have you both? Can't you share me with Eric?"

Mike sat silently thinking. "So what you are saying is that you've been fucking Eric out of some kind of motherly duty and you've been fucking me out of guilt?"

I sat and grabbed Mike's face in my hands, "I never had sex with you out of guilt. I felt guilty about having sex behind your back. I love you and I love making love to you. You are an exciting and erotic lover." I kissed him on the lips.

"You should know that my sexual liaisons with Eric weren't performed out of duty. Dr. Jones said that would be worse than not engaging in sexual relations at all."

"So you want me to share you with my son?"

I leaned back against Mike and hid my face in his shoulder, "Yes, I do."

Mike squeezed me tight. "I love you Diane. I'll do whatever you need me to do."

"Make love to me Mike."

He lifted me in his arms and carried me upstairs to our room. He laid me on our king-size bed. I watch him as he stripped. He threw his discarded clothes onto the floor. He stood naked before me. His dick erect with anticipation. 

I sat up so Mike could pull my black-check housedress off of me. I unhooked my bra and threw it on the pile of clothes in the floor. I lay back down and raised my hips. Mike ripped my panties down and tossed them with the other clothes.

The bed squeaked as Mike crawled on to it. I spread my legs invitingly. Mike ran his tongue up my inner thigh from knee to my vulva. It was wet with desire. He looked at it and smiled. "You have beautiful pussy, Diane. I love you."

He split my slit with his tongue while squeezing a breast with his hand. I pulled the nipple of my other tit. My wetness flowed from of my pussy and around my butthole. Mike began working two fingers in and out of my box while tantalizing my bud with his tongue. I was screeching like a cat.

Suddenly Mike stabbed his soaking wet fingers up my puckered butt and lifted me off the bed and towards his mouth. I screamed and ripped at the bedspread with my hands. Orgasmic shock waves pulsed thru my body as reds, whites and yellows ricocheted thru my brain. Mike tore his fingers out of my ass and I fell back on the bed gasping for air. 

Mike entered me driving his dick deep into me with a single thrust. He paused as I adjusted to the sudden invasion. He kissed me. I tasted my nectar on his lips and tongue. His tongue wrestled with mine. I was panting like a dog, "Fuck me, Mike, fuck me." 

He rose up on his arms and plunged into me. He began to pound my pussy as if he were trying to nail my ass to the mattress. I could feel his balls as they smacked against my butthole again and again. He was angling so his pubic bone grated against my clit. It was an electrical contact and I felt another orgasm building. Mike pushed his head down and took a nipple in his mouth and sucked it hard and gently bit it. Another orgasm tore thru my body and once again I was screaming and raking Mike's back with my fingernails. 

I grabbed Mike's ass and pulled more of him into me. My pussy clutched his cock as it contracted in orgasmic delight. It was more than Mike could stand and he plunged into me as far as he could and began to cum. I could feel the powerful jets of jizz as they hit the silky walls of my cunt.

He softened and pulled out of me by rolling over on his back. I snuggled up to him and said, "I love you."

He hugged me closer and said, "I love you too, Diane."

We cuddled and caressed each other in post-colitis bliss. Mike broke the silence, "So sex with Eric has made you more libidinous?"

"I guess. I feel aroused most of the time. I'm sorry I let our sex life dwindle down to just a couple of times of month." I said running my fingers thru his chest hair.

"It's not just the frequency but the kinkiness too. I'm not complaining, I'm just curious, do you do kinky things with Eric?"

"Don't you think having sex with your son is more scandalous than salacious? I would say that maybe I've become more imaginative." I replied.

We kissed and basked in the warmth of the moment. I walked my fingers down Mike's torso and began stroking his still wet dick. He began to stiffen. "I only give my ass to you."

"What?" 

"Eric doesn't get my butt that's yours and only yours."

I felt Mike's cock jump to attention. I rolled over onto my knees and seized the headboard of the bed. "Fuck my ass, Mike. Fuck my ass until I cum."

Mike rolled over onto his knees and lovingly kissed each cheek of my butt. He mounted me from behind driving his dick into my sopping snatch. He slid his length out until just the head was barely in the entrance before he slowly slipped it back into me up to his balls. His pubic hair tickled my butt. 

His tantalizing tempo was gratifying torture. I moaned and watched over my shoulder as Mike pulled his dick out of my cunt and took it in his hand and rubbed it against my butthole. He looked me in the eye and I nodded. "Do it, Mike fuck my ass," I hissed with excitement.

He pushed his wet hard dick into my pucker. I groaned as pain momentarily gripped me. I knew it wouldn't last and it didn't. Soon Mike was pounding pleasurably into my butt. I groaned louder as he picked up the pace. He stabbed his dick into me faster and faster. 

Mike roughly grabbed my hair and pulled my head back forcing me to arch my back. The angle of his dick changed and it began poking my G-spot from the underside. After a couple of quick violent thrusts I climaxed as shades of purple screamed all the way through my mind. He pushed his dick into my butt as far as it would go and shot his wad deep into my belly. 

I slept that night contented with blissful dreams. My guilt had been relieved and my marriage was intact. In fact Mike said he loved me more than ever. Our sex life was better than ever and I looked forward to more exciting adventures.

Eric was coming home for the weekend again and I wanted to make it special. I had to work late Friday and I warned Eric to stay away from the store. I was afraid that we might get caught if we pressed our luck too much. Mike beat Eric home and ordered a pizza for both of them. They ate it and watched a video.

Eric jumped up as soon as he heard the garage door open. He met me in the garage and I smiled at him as I got out of the car. "How are you dear? Where's your father?" I asked.

"He's asleep in his chair and I need you," he replied. He pulled me close and kissed me full on the mouth his tongue searching for mine. He squeezed my breast thru my dress.

"Here? Now?" I asked.

Eric nodded. I sighed and undid the belt on my dress and let it fall to floor. I had on a gray dress with buttons down the front. I began to unbutton it. Luckily my bra had a catch on the front as well and I unhooked it. I opened my dress to flash Eric. He smiled as he gazed at my bare breasts, black panties and black thigh-high stockings. I saw the bulge in his jeans and smiled at him.

He pushed me back on the hood of the car. I could feel the heat rise from the engine my own body heat mixed with it. I lay back and saw that Mike was peaking around the kitchen door. He smiled at me. I smiled back. My eyes glazed over as Eric yanked my panties off my raised hips. He had to tug at them as they clung to my wet bald pussy. He groaned as he brought them up to his face and inhaled my bouquet. He shoved them into his pocket. 




Complex Ch. 05



Eric was excited he simply unzipped his jeans and pulled his monster cock out. With a single thrust Eric entered me and buried himself into my pussy. I moaned as I felt his hardness gliding in and out of me. I pulled at my nipples. Eric held my ankles and forced me to spread my legs wider to accommodate more of him. 

"You are so hot, Mom," he choked as he began to pound my pussy with urgency.

I whimpered and diddled my clit rubbing it rapidly. I orgasm with a shout and my cunt contracted and clutched at Eric's cock. He bottomed out against my cervix and shot his load. 

"Feel better now, Baby Boy?" I cooed. 

He smiled and said, "Gosh, yes. Thanks Mom." He pulled out of me and helped me off the hood of the car.

After we adjusted our clothing we went into the house. Mike wasn't in his chair and I wasn't sure where he had disappeared. I told Eric I was going to grab a shower and go to bed. He kissed me good night. I went into my bedroom and locked the door. I could hear the shower running and guessed that Mike was already in it. I quickly stripped and joined him.

I opened the shower's glass door. "Are you okay?" I asked.

Mike pulled me into an embrace I could feel his hard-on poking at my torso. He kissed me deeply as warm water cascaded off of us. "Eric, is right, you are hot. I love the way your face looks when you cum."

"Are you sure you will be able to handle sharing me with your son?" I asked searching his face for a clue of his feelings.

He smiled at me and said, "I love you. I love my son. I can handle it." He soaped my breasts gently pinching my nipples to hardness. I soaped my hands and began tugging at Mike's turgid cock. He turned me around and entered my cunt from behind in a single stroke. It took my breath away. Mike was stirred up and wasted no time in pummeling my pussy with determination. 

"Fuck me Mike" I cried. My breasts were pushed against the glass of shower door. My nipples flatten against the glass when Mike pushed in and they sprung back when he pulled back. 

Suddenly, he pulled completely out of me. I stood on my tip-toes and bent slightly at the waist to allow Mike the access he sought. I turned my head and watched as Mike pushed his soapy hard cock into my puckered butthole. 

I screeched in pain and pleasure Mike paused allowing me to adjust to his seated girth. When he felt me relax, he pulled me back by my wet hair forcing my back to arch. He pistoned his dick in and out of my ass his cock was angled just right at the underside of my G-spot. Mike was becoming an expert at anal intercourse. 

I groaned as Mike picked up his pace. I buffeted my clit and screamed as I ejaculated. Hot liquid splattered on the shower floor and splashed against our ankles. Mike interred his cock deep in my ass and cummed into my innards. He moaned my name as he climaxed.

We went to bed after our shower. Once again I slept the sated sleep of the satisfied my dreams were blissful fantasies of fulfillment. Mike snored softly spooned against my back with my breasts warmly cupped in his hands.

Saturday I gave a honey-do list to Mike and Eric to keep them occupied until the afternoon football games began on the television. I was radiatant as I watched my boys work together raking leaves in the backyard just outside the kitchen window. 

After lunch my boys settled in the den to watch football. I disappeared into my bedroom and changed my outfit. I locked the door just in case one of my horny men came searching for a quickie. I stripped out of my faded jeans and shabby sweater. 

I slipped on pair of pretty pink panties that were a size too small. I glanced into the mirror pleased at how the material molded to the folds of quickly dampening pussy. I ran a finger down my plainly visible slit. "That's the spot." I cooed at my reflection. 

I turned and peeked at my butt satisfied that the pink material infested my crack. My cheeks peeked from under the leg holes. I put on Eric's old black football jersey with white number 12 on it. I knotted it above my navel and slide on a pair of pink high heels. I winked at myself in mirror.

I meandered downstairs and into the kitchen. I fetched two beers from the refrigerator and headed into the den. I swung my hips seductively as I crossed the threshold to the room. "You boys need a beer?" I asked.

Mike whistled from his easy chair and he patted my butt as I sat his beer down on the end table. "Looking good, Doll." I smiled pleased that he was willing to share me with our son.

Eric kept looking at me and then over to Mike. He wasn't sure what to say or think. "Thanks," he mumbled and picked up the beer bottle from the table next to his chair. He looked at me with lust as he chugged the cold liquid. 

I blocked his view of the television and asked, "Don't you like my outfit, Eric? Do I look sporty?" I popped my hip and watched as he focused on my swollen vulva which was clearly visible to him thru my panties.

He caught his breath and wheezed, "Very sexy, Mom." He glanced over at Mike to gage his reaction to his comment. 

Mike caught the cue and turned off the television before he added, "Your Mom sure is sexy. My dick is so hard it hurts. Does your mother make your dick hard, Eric?"

Eric spewed beer from his mouth all over the carpet. "Eric! You made a mess for me to clean up." I pouted and untied the knot of the football jersey. I pulled it off revealing my naked breasts. My nipples were already hard with excitement. 

I got on my hands and knees and scrubbed the carpet with the jersey. I was directly in front of Eric and he was getting a clear view my barely covered pussy and ass. Mike watched as my tits swung to and fro. I glanced over my shoulder at Eric. His dick was tenting his shorts and he nervously looked between my swaying backside and his father.

"Do you want fuck your sexy mother, Eric?" asked Mike an exhilarating enthusiasm coursed thru his voice. Poor Eric just nodded his head speechless response.

"Then fuck her, son. Fuck her."

The erotic excitement was electrical in the den. My husband was urging my son to fuck me in front of him my plan had worked. Eric dropped to the floor and rolled me onto my back. I smiled up at my handsome son before he kissed me hungrily. I raised my hips as he ripped my panties off of me and threw them aside. He jerked his own shorts off his gigantic cock sprung from between his legs.

I spread my legs provocatively splaying my pussy open for my son. I grabbed his dick and tugged it a couple of times before I guided his behemoth into my gushing gash. He went into me up to his balls. I gasped with pleasure. 

I looked over at Mike he had picked up my discarded panties and held them up to his nose inhaling my aroma. He grinned and quitely watched us. I silently mouthed to him, "I love you." I was glad he was enjoying the scene. It made me happy that he was a part of this and there was no longer any reason for me to feel guilty about having sex with my son.

Eric began to pummel my pussy with abandonment. He groaned, "Your pussy feels so good, Mom. I love it." 

I clawed at my son's ass pulling him deeper into me. "Fuck me, Baby. Fuck Mommy's pussy."

My naughty words set Eric off. He plunged deep into me and emptied himself into me with a throaty moan. I could feel his cum gushing against the wet walls of my pussy. He lay still on top of me unsure what to do. I patted his bare ass, "Mama loves her Baby Boy." 

Eric spun off of me and lay next to me on his back on the side furthest from his father. He was still unsure. I looked over at Mike his sweatpants were tented from his erection. I was surprised he hadn't masturbated while Eric and I fucked. Eric was still hard, fucking his mother in front of his father had to be the most exciting thing he had ever done and his dick was ready for more.

I rolled over on top of Eric and straddled him. I leaned forward and kissed my son. "Mama loves your big dick Baby." He squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples as I impaled myself on his hard cock. He growled with ecstasy. 

"Strip and get over here, Mike." I commanded. He quickly took off his clothes and joined Eric and me. I looked up at him glaze eyed. He looked down at me with lust. "Feed me your dick, Lover." 

Mike smiled as his cock passed thru my parted lips. I sucked the head of his dick while Eric continued to maul my tits. His hard dick was buried in my cunt. Mike grabbed the back of head and forced more of his dick into my mouth. I was lost in the eroticism of the moment. I spit out Mike's dick and grasped it with my hand and ran my tongue up and down its length. It pulsed in my hand and I giggled. 

When I was satisfied I had his dick wet enough I said to him with husky excitement, "In my ass Mike, in my ass." 

He dropped to the floor behind me. My butthole was already soaked with my own juices and Eric's cum that had escaped from my cunt. I contracted my pussy around Eric's dick as Mike worked his thick dick into my ass. I groaned as Mike penetrated my puckered butthole.

We all paused after Mike had his dick seated in my ass. The erotic ecstasy we all felt was mind boggling each of us could feel the other. I was enthralled in a paradise of pleasure.

I looked down at my son and kissed him, "I love you, Eric." I turned my head back and kissed my husband, "I love you, Mike." They both told me they loved me in unison and I said, "Now fuck me boys just fuck me."

They soon established a rhythm. One would slide outward and the other would glide inward. I could feel their chunky dicks inside me separated by the walls of my innards. I had never felt so full, so alive, so loved. 

Mike's dick was poking at my G-spot from the underside. When he thrust into me the forward motion ground my clit into Eric's pubic bone. Shockwaves of glee cascaded thru me with each stroke. I was stammering incoherently as the ripples of pleasure began to surge. I howled like a banshee when I ejaculated juices all over Eric as reds and whites screamed thru my brain. 

My over the top orgasm was more than Eric could take and as my pussy clutched his cock he climaxed. I could feel his throbbing dick spit jizz all over the inside of cunt. Eric's pulsating dick must have affected Mike because his cock began to spasm in my ass and he shot his load into my backside. Mike bellowed like a bull.

After we came down from our passionate plateau the three of us spent the rest of day talking about our unique situation concerning Eric's Oedipus Complex and how we were going to deal with it as a family. We were all very sated.