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There Is No Plan B

By: writerotica



PREFACE

The following is a "true story of my imagination" and is based on an incredible MILF I met recently at a wedding. This woman was unbelievably hot and had every man (and woman) at the wedding reception staring at her! She was there with her husband and son. Her husband seemed more interested in discussing politics and world affairs than in his wife. And her son seemed more interested in his mom than in anything else! The woman herself was in her mid-forties, with a beautiful face, an incredible body and huge tits. She was exactly as described below. Maybe it was my crazy mind moving in overdrive, but I swore that each time she danced with her son, there was a flirtatious twinkle in her eye, and a boner in his pants. At least, it served as great inspiration for this fantasy, which I decided to tell from the son's point of view. And a shout out to Lime for taking time to read over the story and helping to improve it! Enjoy!

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I remember precisely the moment when the notion to fuck my mother occurred to me. I was hanging out with my best friend, Tom, at the student union center. We had just finished our sociology class, and he was telling me about this news story he had heard of a mother and son who were fighting an incest charge. Apparently, they were happy together and didn't believe society or the law had any say in their life together.

The story made me realize that there are some people who believe that incest, when consensual and between adults, may be okay. I wondered how my Mother thought about it? After years of beating off in her panties, I decided to found out. And so, I began to formulate my plan. I decided the best approach to seduce her would be when she was vulnerable, meaning drunk. And, the only time she really drank heavily was at functions, like weddings and such. Luckily, we had a wedding coming up across the state, and like we'd done before, my father, mother and I would be reserving hotel rooms for the night. My plan was simple, really. Since my father usually drank way too much at events like this, I figured; I would play the polite son and help him back to the room so that she could continue to have fun. This would help me put my plan into action while at the same time make her think I was a great son. Not that my mom needed convincing of that. Even in my apathy toward school, work and life in general, she made an effort to see the positive things about me. Oh how I ached to show her what a great son I was by sinking my nine-inch cock into her! But I digress. As far as my plan went, I figured instead of putting him in their room, I could simply toss him in my room. Fortunately our rooms were in the same hotel where the reception was held, so it was just a matter of going up to our floors, and we were there. I would then sneak back into their hotel room, crawl into their bed and wait for her, pretending to be Dad. It was perfect, I thought!

And so, the weekend of the event finally arrived. After a short delay with our flight, we arrived at the hotel Friday evening and checked into our rooms. Mine was a single, smoking room with a king size bed. Theirs was a suite just across from mine. After a great dinner at the hotel restaurant and a drink at the lounge, the three of us retired for the big event the next day.

On Saturday we attended the wedding ceremony. It was a beautiful affair, and my mother looked absolutely angelic in her cream-colored dress and matching ribbon holding up her hair. My father was dressed in his typical black suit and tie, the same outfit he usually wore to work, weddings, funerals; you name it. He had also insisted I put on a suit for the ceremony, but as soon as we returned to the hotel rooms to freshen up before the reception, I changed. Ready to go, I made my way to my parent's room to check in.

Upon entering, my cock nearly blew its load at the sight of my mother. She had changed into a slinky, sequined red dress and matching pumps. Her dark brown hair now tumbled down to her shoulders and framed her beautiful face. Some light eye shadow and liner only served to enhance her dark, smoky eyes. And her lips were full and luscious below her small nose and high cheekbones. Most women went through series of plastic surgeries to get what my mother had naturally, as a result of a German father and Italian mother. But as beautiful as my mother's face was, her pendulous, D-cup tits were beyond description! They seemed to beg release in the form fitting dress, and the cleavage was substantial enough to give any guy an instant hard-on. I wasn't sure if she had a bra on or not cause her tits jiggled as she walked, only adding to the torture. 

My father was still in his black suit but had decided to change his tie. All he needed was one glance at me through the mirror, and he was on my ass.

"Is that what you're wearing?" he asked. Without waiting for a response, he yelled to my mother, all the while continuing to fix his tie in the mirror. "Cees," he said referring to my mother, whose name was Cecilia. "do you see what your son is wearing?" he added.

My mother rushed to me from their bedroom, as if to save me from the big bad wolf. "Jake, leave him alone. Kids now-a-days don't dress up anymore," she said reaching over and adjusting the collar of my blue polo shirt. Standing in the suite's living room with her, I noticed that her tits were only inches from my face, and I couldn't resist glancing down at them. "You like my necklace?" she whispered. Her question interrupted my thoughts as I looked up at her and wondering if Dad had heard her in the next room? She was staring at me and smiling. Flustered, I glanced down at her necklace to find a sparkling, red teardrop pendant that hung low enough to settle into the crease of her glistening cleavage. I looked back at her and smiled a little smile.

"Yeah," was all I could muster.

"Jesus, Cees," my father cut in, "at least make him tuck that shirt in," he added obviously annoyed at my mom for coming to my defense.

"He looks fine," my mother said once again as she winked and returned to her make-up. Finished with his tie, my father turned and stared at me once again.

"A polo shirt, kakis and tennis shoes," he said disgustedly. "Jesus. When I was your age, I was always in a suit and tie, just as you see me now," he added and walked into the bathroom. I glanced one last time at my mother before leaving their room. She was applying lip liner to her already pouty, beautiful lips. The thought of getting back at my father by fucking his wife sent pre-come oozing from my cock. I had a strong desire to masturbate, but I held off, saving the delivery, instead, for mom.

As we entered the reception hall, all eyes turned to stare at mom. The expression of desire on every man's face was priceless, as was the look of envy in every woman. We found some seats near friends of mom and dad, and as always, I was immediately bored stiff. There were a few hot women, but none could hold a candle to my mother. Like every man at our table, my eyes kept returning to her cleavage. Her tits, at times, seemed ready to pop out, and every man seemed to be holding their breath anxiously awaiting the moment. Every man, that is, except for my father. He immediately started downing highballs and talking about the state of world affairs, particularly the world economy. As Chief Financial officer of a shipbuilding company, I guess you could say finance was his life. And in a way, I should be grateful to the bastard and his company for it was while he was based in Italy, at the company's headquarters, that he met my mom. 

She was a young, beautiful woman that sparked memories of Sophia Loren, from what my Father has said. I had no idea who Sophia Loren was until I did a search on the web. My mother was far-and-away sexier, in my opinion! Her rather sheltered life didn't help her see through my father, and so at twenty-two, she married him. A year later, I arrived. And now, nineteen years later, she was even more attractive than ever, and my father, at fifty-seven, seemed less and less interested in mom and more interested in his work. At least, his money kept us living a very good life. So, yes, I suppose I am grateful to the son of a bitch. 

My mother's favorite drink was wine, and she wasted no time ordering her usual glass of merlot. I, on the other hand, stuck with beer. As we ate, everybody made conversation except for me. A few people tried to talk to me, but I kept the conversations short. Once dinner was over, the tables were cleared and the lights were dimmed. The band moved from soft jazz to a funky blues tune. It was the signal to start dancing. The floor crowded quickly as my mother begged my father to dance. Like always, he simply continued his conversation as if he hadn't even heard her. She suddenly turned and grabbled my hand.

"Come on, Jason, let's dance," she said as she pulled me to the dance floor. I'm not much of a dancer, but I tried harder for my mom. She acted like no one else was on the dance floor except her and me, as she moved up against me and then backed away. All the while, her eyes rarely left mine and her smile was inviting as always. Her tits swayed and bounced now and then, as I fought to keep from popping a boner. The song ended, and we returned to our table. Rather, I returned to my table, as my mother found another dance partner, and another, and another. The entire time, her empty wine glass was constantly refilled.

By nightfall, my father had rolled up his sleeves and was engaged in heated debates with other men. Five empty highball glasses surrounded him, as his speech began to slur and his eyes began to turn bloodshot. My mother, too, seemed to look like she was getting a strong buzz on, as her eyes glazed over and her giggles increased. Each time she'd return to the table panting, as she sipped on her drink and rested momentarily. Her sweaty tits looked marvelous. I had been slowly nursing one drink after another to keep me feeling good, but rationale. At around eleven p.m., the band played only the third slow song of the night, and not wanting to waste it, my mother led me to the floor again. Her eyes rolled as we wandered past my dad, who didn't even notice us in his pontificating. She led us into the middle of the crowded dance floor pressed herself against me as our bodies began swaying to the melody.

Her heavy-lidded, yet sparkling, eyes looked deep into mine as she smiled and said, "You're bored aren't you?"

"It's that obvious?" I asked doing my best to sound disinterested in the wedding. Truthfully, I could have stayed there all night if we could dance like this the whole time!

"It's that obvious!" she said and giggled. Her arms pulled me tighter, as her tits pushed up against my chest. "It's just as well," she added, "we should wrap things up anyway by the look of your father."

I yawned intentionally to feign my boredom. "You know, mom," I began. "You're having such a good time, and I'm bored out of my mind, so why don't I take dad back to your room? He'll be out in no time, and I'm bushed myself. You shouldn't stop having fun because of that asshole."

"Jason!" my mother gasped, "don't call your father that!" Then she relaxed and her smile returned. "You'd do that for me, honey? You'd do that for mommy?"

"Sure," I responded.

"Thanks, honey," she replied. "That would be great!" she added as the slow song came to an end. As we separated, she said, "I'm gonna get another drink. Wanna join me?"

"Nah," I replied, "I think it's time for Dad and me to head up."

"Okay," she said. "Thanks again," she added. "Oh...and honey?" she called. I turned back to her to hear her say, "I owe you one!" 

She smiled. And my cock twitched.

As she made her way to the bar, I helped dad gather himself. His captive audience seemed relieved as I put his arm around my shoulder and led him to the elevators. Once on our floor, I led dad directly to my room. He was so drunk that he didn't even notice as I dumped him on my bed. He was snoring within seconds. I did him the favor of taking his shoes off and throwing the comforter over his slumped body, but not before grabbing his room's key card. He was snoring loudly now, as I whispered, "Sweet dreams dad," and shut the door.

In my mom and dad's room, I stripped naked and threw my clothes under the bed. I fixed myself a drink as I fondled my mother's bras and teddies. My cock was semi-hard when I noticed a pair of underwear crumpled on the floor. She must've changed her underwear when she changed for the reception. I grabbed it and inhaled. The musky scent brought me to full staff as I gently stroked my cock. I licked the heavy-scented panties and almost came. I threw them down and decided to crawl into bed. I laid in bed for what seemed like hours stroking my cock slowly.

At around one thirty in the morning, I heard the elevator bell, and my mother's voice saying her goodbye to neighboring partygoers. As her voice neared the door, I was stricken with a sense of panic. I realized that I had no Plan B! What if my mother discovered me immediately? What would I say? What would I do? Before I could think, the door lock unlocked, and I swung around with my back to the door. The covers were nearly over my head. I had left the smaller, bathroom light turned on, and now, I could see her shadow dancing across the wall, as she entered and shut the door.

"Phew!" she said. "That family of yours sure knows how to party!" she added. Her shadow disappeared as her distant voice came from the bathroom. "I can't remember the last time I danced so much!" she said as she returned and began to strip. In her intoxicated state, she thought the body that lay sleeping was her husband. I watched as her shadow disrobed removing first the dress, followed by her bra and finally her panties. My rod was as hard as steel and oozing pre-come as I watched my mother's shadow squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples. "I'm so horny, I could fuck a football team," she slurred, as she turned off the light and crawled into bed. Immediately, she slithered up to me and rubbed her breasts against my back. I could feel her bush against my skin as she rubbed a leg over my backside. Her hand reached down and found my hard cock. "Oh my," she whispered. "What do we have here?" she said as she stroked my cock slowly and kissed my shoulder. "Hmmm," she moaned and disappeared under the covers. Moments later, my mother slipped my cock into her mouth! She still believed I was dad, as she tried to suck my cock right off! I couldn't help let a moan escape as I took a chance and turned onto my back. I held my mother's head through the covers as it bobbed up and down on my cock. I was thankful that my dad and I had similar builds. I was also hoping we had similar cocks. My mother seemed not to notice that it was her son's cock she was devouring, as I moaned once again.

Suddenly, she shifted around into a sixty-nine and dropped her soaked pussy onto my face! "Eat me, Jake honey. I need relief!" she begged. I stared at my mother's pussy as it glistened inches above me. Before I could stick my tongue out, she lowered it even further, smothering me with it. As I French-kissed her nether lips, I dipped my tongue into her juicy hole savoring the sweet nectar of my mother's pussy. "Ugh!" she groaned loudly. "Oh, yes...that's it sweetheart, lick my pussy!" she whispered loudly, as she moved her pussy back and forth across my tongue. I grabbed her ass and spread the cheeks as I licked and nibbled her clit. I gently shoved the tip of my index finger into the opening of her asshole as I continued to lick. She wailed, "Ah!!!!" and increased her sucking motion on my cock. Her blowjob was fantastic, one of the best I have ever had, and I feared coming too soon. I increased my attack on her slit as I twirled the tip of my finger around inside her asshole. "Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK! That feels so fucking good!!!". She gasped a moment before adding, "When did you become an ass man?" And, she resumed sucking my dick. Her hands massaged my balls as her tongue swirled around the head and sucked any pre-come that bubbled forth. I was getting close – very close. My balls rose into my scrotum, and sensing this, my mother stopped.

She'd had enough foreplay and suddenly turned around. "Fuck me, Jake, you mother fucker!" she begged breathlessly. For a moment, I panicked. I fully expected her to recognize me and leap off of my cock in shock. Luckily for me, the alcohol she had consumed and the darkness helped conceal my identity, as she impaled herself on my nine-inch rod. "Ugh...yes...that...feels good!" she gasped steadying herself with her hands on my stomach as she rose up and down on my cock. "Mmmm!!!....oh!!!!" was all she muttered as she increased her pumping action. Every time she rose, she'd use her pussy muscles to squeeze my cock! Man, this woman could fuck!!! I found that I was losing control quickly as my hips rose up to meet her every thrust.

Suddenly, she leaned over and kissed me. Her tongue demanded entry into my mouth as it twirled with my tongue. I kept my eyes open and prayed that she'd keep her eyes closed. But they opened. And in the mist of pumping up and down on my cock and sucking on my tongue, my mother recognized the fact that it was not her husband she was fucking, but her son! She broke the kiss and screamed, "Oh my God!" while subconsciously continuing to pump up and down on my cock. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" she repeated as her pumping stopped. Sensing that she was about to leap off of me, I did the first thing that came to mind and flipped us over so that she was beneath me in a missionary position, the act causing us to detach. Without hesitating, I easily slipped my engorged cock back inside her. She let out a small moan before looking up at me. "What...What are you doing?" she asked. Her eyes wide and her tone one of bewilderment, but she had made no attempt to pull my cock from inside her.

"Mom, please don't be mad...please!" I said in an intentionally pleading voice, but all the while, I slowly and deliberately kept my cock moving, ever so slowly, in and out of her. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long!" I said. "I dreamed of this moment! I've lost count of how many times I've jacked off thinking about you!" My cock continued it's very slow but deliberate movement. 

"But...but...your Father. Oh my God! Your father!!!" she yelled. 

"Don't worry!" I whispered and hushed her with an index finger to her lips, the same index finger that had been in her asshole! "Dad is out cold! I dumped him off in my bed!" I added.

Upon hearing that, her mouth gaped open. "You little fuck! " she whispered loudly. "You planned this, didn't you?" she asked. For a second, I could have sworn her lips turned up into a smile.

I couldn't resist a smile myself. "I planned this months ago," as I punctuated my words with deep, hard thrusts. "It's...better...than...I...dreamed," I gasped as I massaged a breast and tweaked a nipple. She closed her eyes and shook her head from left to right.

"No...no....no," she pleaded, "this isn't right. You're fucking your own mother! It's not right!"

"Says who, Mom?" I snapped back!

"Says...everyone...that's who!" she responded.

"Fuck everyone!" I said, now slamming my hips in to her!

"But...hmmph...we can't...hmmph....hmmph," she grunted with each thrust.

"Tell me this doesn't feel good, mom?" I asked. My fingers pinching her thick nipple as I continued slamming into her. "Tell me!" I screamed!

"Hmmph...hmmph...hmmph," she grunted but said nothing. Her eyes remained closed.

"Then how can something so good be so wrong, mom?" I whispered.

Her eyes opened. "But...your...hmmph...fath...er," she whispered and looked into my eyes.

I slowed my movement down and gently kissed her. My thumb rubbed gently across her nipple, as she gazed into my eyes. I kissed her again, and this time, I felt her tongue pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted my mother's tongue. We French-kissed passionately, as I increased my tempo again.


There Is No Plan B Ch. 02







There Is No Plan B Ch. 02



Upon hearing her words, Jason grabbed his Mother's head, shut his eyes and started fucking her mouth, without thinking. He drove his cock deep, as Cecilia gagged "Hmmmph....ugh....mmmph...ah...ugh!!!" she garbled as Jason seemed lost in lust, as he held on to his mother's head and furiously drove his cock in and out of her mouth.

"Ah, fuck! Suck my cock, Mom!" he screamed. "I'm almost there!"

"Mmmmph!!!!" Saliva leaked from the corners of Cecilia's mouth as she relinquished all control to her son who fucked her mouth mercilessly, for a long minute before slowing down and driving his cock slowly all the way down Cecilia's throat! 

"Ugh!!! Yeah! That's it, Mom. Take it all!" he yelled as he felt his mother relax her throat muscles and deep throat him. Cecilia gagged again but managed to take her son's enormous cock entirely down her throat. Her eyes watered as her nose touched his pubic hair. Jason deep-throated his Mom several more times before a torrent of cum let loose into her mouth! "Ah!!!! Fuck! I'm cumming, Mom. Drink it! Drink your son's juice!" he screamed as shot after shot came flying out of his cock and down his mother's throat. Mother and son, both, stood motionless save for Jason's cock twitching, buried completely in his Mother's mouth. The remaining drops of his cum oozed from its tip and trickled down her throat. 

Cecilia swallowed her son's cum without losing a drop, as she savored the slimy fluid that left a tangy but pleasant taste in her mouth. "Mmmmm," she murmured as he eased his grip on her hair. "Mmmm....mmmm!....mmmmm!!" she continued to murmur. Jason slowly slid his cock out of his Mom's mouth and gazed down at her. Her eyes were teary and her mascara smeared as she laid herself back onto the hood of the Spider. She licked her lips as she spread her legs impossibly wide. The metal felt cold against her sweaty body as her hair, wet from perspiration, stuck to her cheeks.

"Fuck, that was un-fucking-believable, Mom!" he said in the silence. "You love my cum, don't you?" he added.

Cecilia was too horny to answer his question. Instead, she peeled her pussy lips apart and said, "I need you to fuck me right now, Jae!" Her glistening lips opened in invitation to her son's cock. "Please! Get hard again for Mommy, Jason!" she teased, hoping to accelerate her son's return to hardness. A hand rubbed her pussy as another pinched a stiff nipple. She slipped a finger into her pussy and continued, "Mommy's all wet for you! Mommy's pussy is hungry for her son's big, stiff cock!" Her finger continued slipping in and out of her pussy.

Jason had been stroking his cock back to hardness, and in no time, found himself stiff and oozing pre-cum. He leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of his mother's head and kissed her. Her mouth opened as his tongue coiled around hers. His newly hardened cock slid easily into his mother's warm, wet pussy. 

"Mmmm!" Cecilia moaned her content as her son's cock sunk all the way to its base. He slowly pulled back before driving it back deeply. He reached up and grabbed a handful of his mother's breast, pinching the nipple hard. "Ugh!!!" Cecilia moaned again, as her son's head settled itself next to hers. Her mouth kissed his neck as she whispered in his ear. "Oh, baby! Mommy just loves her son's big cock inside her. Fuck me! Fuck me on your father's car. Fuck your mother on your father's car, baby! Fuck him and his car! Your mommy's pussy is wet only for you, son!!" The words having the desired effect on her son as he grunted and increased the tempo.

"Ugh!" Jason groaned. His head buried in his mother's neck as he continued pinching her nipple and squeezing her breast. 

"I went to confession today and couldn't get your cock out of my mind," she managed to gasp out. 

"Ugh!!!!" Jason grunted again as he pushed himself up and stared down at his mother. His cock pistoned in and out of her pussy.

"My baby boy," Cecilia gasped looking up into her son's eyes. "Fuck your mother! Fill your father's wife with your cum!" she added as she raised her feet into the air. Her legs forming a V as Jason fucked her furiously. "Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!" she began to scream as she closed her eyes at the beginning sensations of her orgasm.

"Ugh!" Jason grunted and said, "I'm almost there mom!!"

"Me too, Jae....me too!!" She gasped.

"Oh, Mom! I'm cumming!!!" He groaned. "I'm...cumming!!!" 

"Oh! Oh! Me too, honey! I'm there with you, too! Cum with mommy! Cum in Mommy! Ah!!!! Fuck!!!!!" Cecilia screamed as she relinquished control to her second orgasm.

"Ugh!!!" Jason screamed with her and plunged one last time into his mother. His cock twitched as he came violently into his mother. "Fuck!!!!!" He added. His cock twitching as the final few jets of cum spewed out.

"Aaah!!!!" his mom groaned in pleasure as her pussy contracted around her son's cock. She could feel the wonderful sensation of his cock twitching as her pussy milked her son's cock juice. "Mmmmmm," she moaned into his neck as Jason collapsed on top of her. His cock shriveling inside her. 

"Fuck," he whispered.

"Mmmmm," was all Cecilia could mutter.

Jason raised his head and kissed his mother passionately. Their tongues dueling as he gently caressed a nipple. When the kiss broke, he said, "So, was confession about us?"

"Mmmm Hmmm," she moaned. "I didn't tell Father Thomasini that it was my son I was fucking, but I just couldn't help picture your wonderful cock fucking me as I was telling him of my affair with a younger man," she said. 

"What was your penance?" 

"One hundred Hail Mary," she responded.

Jason laughed. "Shit, should be more like ten thousand, if he knew the truth!"

"I know," Cecilia said somewhat seriously. "This is so sinful!"

"That's why it is good," Jason replied. "You're fucking your son," he continued. "The mere thought of that makes you wet, doesn't it?"

Cecilia's eyes closed and her smile returned as she moaned her affirmation, "Mmmm". Jason's cock began to harden again inside her.

"You ready to go again?" Jason asked.

"You bet," she replied. "But this time, I want you to fuck me from behind!"

Jason looked at his Mother incredulously. "Who are you?" he asked.

Cecilia laughed and whispered, "You have no idea, darling!"

Jason laughed as he pulled out of his Mom, flipped her over so that she was lying on her stomach atop the car and quickly re-entered her to maintain his growing hardness.

"Hmmm," Cecilia moaned as her son's huge cock felt twice as big from behind. 

Jason picked up speed as he reached down and grabbed his Mother's hair pulling her back into him. Their hips slapping against one another, as Cecilia grunted with every thrust. This time, they fucked in silence letting the sounds of wet flesh and skin against skin bring them to climax. When he sensed he was close, he warned his Mom.

"Ugh! I'm there, Mom! I'm gonna cum!" he yelled as he continued to slam into his Mother from behind. Each backward thrust brought a yank of her hair.

The slight pain Cecilia felt each time she was pulled back only added to the tingling in her pussy as she felt Jason's cock drive into her. Jason let go of her hair and grabbed both of her hips as his tempo increased. Sensing he was close, she flipped her hair back and turned to stare at him. Staring at each other, she whispered encouragement. "Come on, son. Fuck me! Fuck your naughty Mommy! Mommy wants to feel your cum again, baby! Cum inside me!" she added licking her lips sensually.

"Agh!!! Fuck!!!!" Jason moaned suddenly and buried his cock into his mother.

Cecilia could feel her son's cock twitching inside her causing her own orgasm to trigger. "Ah, Jason, honey!! Mommy's cumming...a-gain!!!" she screamed as her pussy contracted around Jason's twitching cock. "Fuck!!!" she wailed!

"Ugh!!!" he responded simultaneously. The final stages of his orgasm ending as he watched his mother's sweat-covered body tremble slightly. Finally, he collapsed on top of her as she lay, face down, onto the hood of the car.

After a few minutes of rest, Cecilia spoke. "Well, you got your wish," she murmured.

"What's that?" he replied disengaging and rising.

She turned into a sitting position with her legs casually spread and said, "You fucked your Mother on your Father's Maserati!" as she twirled a curl of hair. A wicked gleam filled her eyes.

"Yeah," he replied and then added, "I guess you can say we christened the Maserati!"

Cecilia gave a hearty laugh.

"I'm gonna shower," Jason said heading naked toward the door to the kitchen. "What's for dinner?" he asked.

"Manicotti," Cecilia answered.

"And cannoli for dessert?" Jason asked.

"Sure, if you want," Cecilia replied, "or you could have more of your Mother's bare pussy!"

Jason smiled. "My Mother's pussy sounds tastier!" he replied.

"Good!" she quipped, "cuz I want more of my son's cock for dessert!"

Jason looked back at his Mom from the top of the steps to find her still atop the car, legs spread, a finger twirling her hair, and the other hand petting her bare pussy. A wicked smile across her face as her mascara-smeared eyes danced with her son's.

Jason's cock twitched. "You really like this don't you, Mom?" he asked, somewhat bewildered by the slutty image across from him.

Cecilia's guilt was gone. All that remained was a sexy, mature woman horny for her teenage son's giant cock. She smiled and said, "You have no idea, son. Get ready for the ride of your life!"

"Alright!" Jason muttered and went into the house.

Cecelia continued twirling her hair and petting her well fucked and newly bare pussy. Cecilia laughed as a drop or two of her son's semen leaked out of her pussy and on to her Husband's car. Cecilia stood, gathered her clothes and walked into the house, leaving her son's cum to dry on the precious Maserati.





There Is No Plan B Ch. 02



Jason didn't answer but instead looked into his glass of wine as he swirled it.

Cecilia continued, "Because, honey, you need to know the plan and be aware that we can't behave like this when he's around."

Jason stared at his Mom as if trying to figure something out. "So, you don't think we can fuck around with Dad here?"

Cecilia looked at her son incredulously. "No!"

Jason continued staring at her and smiled.

"No!!" she said louder!

"Okay," Jason said matter-of-factly and looked back at his glass for a moment before returning his gaze toward his mom. A smile still spread across his face.

Cecilia chose to ignore him and continued, "As I was saying, your father returns Friday, and Saturday, we have the annual tri-state CFO Association dinner, and it's our turn to sponsor it."

"So?"

"So? So...you have to be here and be presentable. I'll probably need your help hosting, even though your father is having the entire affair catered. Like our other parties, honey, he's put you in charge of the valet and the musicians."

"Fine," Jason replied as he stood and retrieved the bottle of Merlot from the kitchen counter.

"Mom?" he said refilling their glasses. 

"Yeah, honey?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," Cecilia answered.

"Why no more kids?"

"What?" Cecilia replied somewhat confused.

"Why don't I have any brothers or sisters? Why did you and dad not have any more kids?"

Cecilia steeled herself as she recalled painful memories. "After you were born, honey, I got pregnant again but the child was stillborn. It affected your father...changed him. He became an introvert with me, almost seeming to 'blame' me, or something, without ever outright saying it. He swore that we would have no more children. "

"But you? You...wanted more?" 

Cecilia lowered her head and shrugged. "I wouldn't have minded more," she whispered and looked back up at Jason, her eyes misty.

"Why didn't you just pull one over him?" Jason asked thinking of how he would handle his father.

Cecilia's eyes grew teary and a single tear ran down her cheek, as she whispered, "Your father forced me to get my tubes tied, Jason. I can't have any more children. I haven't been able to for a long, long time."

Jason was speechless as he stared at his mother. His mind was numb at the revelation that his father had forced his mom into doing something he knew she did not want to do. "Fucking asshole!" he screamed in disgust. "He didn't even give you a choice, did he?" he added standing and pacing.

"Honey, it's just as well," Cecilia said quickly trying to defuse the moment as she wiped her tear, grabbed Jason's hand and led him back into his seat. "Look how little time he spent with you! It would have been like that with all the children!" she added, keeping her emotions in tact. "I feel guilty enough for his mistreatment of you, honey. More children would've simply made things worse for everybody."

Jason stared at his beautiful and tragic mother and felt like crying. But for her sake, he didn't. Instead, he hugged her tightly.

Cecilia hugged Jason back but wanted to move away from the painful memories, so she changed the subject as she rose and moved to the kitchen. "Can you put some dinner music on?" she asked as she began to set the table.

Jason spent a few minutes perusing the family music collection while his Mother finished setting the table. He finally settled on some sultry R&B tinged with a bit of jazz. The husky voiced female singer singing something about no ordinary love.

"Good choice," Cecilia said with a wink upon his return. She set the manicotti on the table. After serving her son and herself, Mother and son began to eat, as the music played.

After an hour of enjoyable conversation and incredible food, dinner was over as another jazz CD played on from the multi-disc, high-end player. This time, a smooth, jazz guitar filled the room. Cecilia stood, retrieved another bottle of wine and handed it to Jason to open. Like a seasoned sommelier, Jason opened the bottle and refilled their glasses. After letting the wonderful meal settle and finishing another glass of wine each, Mother and son were feeling no pain as their eyes began to glaze over. They continued to chat, talking about everything from sexual positions, to Italy, to Jason's classes at the local university. Before they realized it, the music was over and the silence was deafening.

"That was an awesome meal, Mom."

"Thanks, honey. How 'bout helping me to clear the table?"

"How 'bout, instead, you get the music going again, and I'll clear the table?"

"Okay!" Cecilia said, standing and scurrying to the music collection.

Jason admired his mom's well-toned legs and ass peeking from under her robe as she perused the music. Cecilia placed several CDs into the player before hitting play. Immediately, the repeated drumbeat and languid guitar of a slow, sensual, blues song began to emanate from hidden wall speakers, as a female voice sang about her lover.

Cecilia turned and began to sway to the bluesy beat as she gazed lustfully at her son. Forgetting about clearing the table, Jason took a seat. The singer moaned of a lover making her feel like a river ran through her thighs as Cecilia continued to dance and sway around the living room. Slowly, she untied her robe and let it slide to the floor. The song continued its rhythmic beat as Cecilia turned and bent, giving Jason a view of his mother's bare pussy from behind, as she ran two fingers through her slit, making sure her son could see her fingers slide into the crack of her ass and back out. She turned back to face her son again as she continued to sway and dance, making her way toward where Jason was seated at the dining room table. She brought her hands up to her tits and massaged them as she squatted and rose, as the singer continued her lustful tale, asking her lover to tie her up and fuck her. Cecilia was now a few feet from her son as she cupped a breast and brought it to her lips, her tongue snaking out and licking its turgid tip as she let it go and brought her hand back down to her bald pussy. Two fingers ran through her now soaked slit as she reached her son. The blues song finished and the random play went immediately into another sultry tune. This time, a gravely voiced blues singer from Texas groaned about waking up to find a cowgirl riding him mercilessly. 

Jason had gotten nearly hard watching his mother's show, but Cecilia wanted him fully hard for fucking, so she squatted and without touching her son's cock with her hands, simply engulfed him and sucked as she rested her hands upon his thighs. Her brown, sultry eyes stared up into her son's as she moved her head back and forth over is cock, picking up speed along with the electric guitar solo. After a few minutes of sucking voraciously and the singer continuing his lament of mending a broken heart with meaningless sex, Cecilia stood and shoved her son further into his chair, straddling him. With the bluesy, rhythmic beat filling the room loudly, Cecilia reached down and, holding her son's cock, slid her soaked, bald pussy easily over his large cock until she was fully impaled. With her son's cock stuffed fully inside her, Cecilia rested momentarily as her eyes rolled back into her head, as Jason growled. Slowly, she began to raise herself up and down on Jason's cock as her pussy creamed with every downward thrust that rubbed across her clit. Soon, Jason's cock glistened with his mother's pussy juice and the lubrication allowed Cecilia to increase her tempo as she rode her son hotly. 

Jason savored the feeling of his Mom's pussy wrapped around his cock as he felt her pussy muscles contracting and squeezing his cock as it moved in and out. He opened his eyes and was met with her tits only inches from his mouth, their nipples hard and aching to be sucked. Jason leaned forward and sucked on a nipple as he tried to massage the other breast while his mother rode his cock furiously.

"Oh, yeah, baby!" Cecilia moaned. "Suck my tit, son. Suck mommy's nipple as I fuck your big, hard cock! Oh! Oh!!"

"Ugh!" Jason moaned into his mother's breast as the constant manipulations of his mother's pussy on his cock brought him closer and closer to orgasm! "Fuck, Mom!! Your pussy feels so good!! I'm not sure how long I can last!"

"Yes, baby! Cum for Mommy!! Cum inside me!! Let me feel your cum!!!" Cecilia screamed, as the music had moved into a fast-paced electric blues song talking about drinking and fucking! Cecilia's tits bounced wildly up and down as she continued fucking her son's cock for a few minutes more, before Jason finally reached orgasm.

"Yeah! Fuck!!! I'm there, Mom!! I'm gonna cum!!! Now!!! Fuck!!!!!!" Jason screamed burying himself in his mom and holding her steady as his cock flexed uncontrollably inside her pussy!

"Ah!!!! Fuck, Jason!!! Mommy's cumming again!! Ah!!!!! Cum for mommy! I can feel your cum shooting inside me!!!" Cecilia screamed just before kissing her son passionately. Hear hair, wet from perspiration, stuck to her cheek as she drove her tongue into her son's mouth and allowed him to suck it as her orgasm shook her to the core!!

Cecilia's contracting pussy and flexing muscles milked every drop of cum from her son's cock. The control she had over her pussy muscles was so amazing that Jason remained hard inside his mother. So, just as her orgasm began to subside he began to move her up and down over his cock again. Understanding what was happening as she felt his cock remain hard inside her, Cecilia picked up the pace again. Staring into her son's eyes, she hissed, "fuck mommy again, baby", moving furiously again up and down over Jason's cock, savoring its feeling each time she impaled herself on it. "Ugh!" she gasped each time she slammed down onto his cock.

Jason reached up and grabbed his mother's pendulous breasts again as she rode him. Sensing his need, she brought a nipple to his mouth, and he sucked voraciously. "Ah!!!" she moaned, running her hands through his hair and picking up the tempo. "Oh...my baby boy!!! My boy's big cock fucking his mommy!!! Fuck me, you mother fucker!!!" Cecilia gasped as she moved rapidly up and down on her son's cock. Her movements were unknowingly in time with the pounding music.

"Ugh! Yeah! Fuck me, Mom! Ride my cock, you slut!"

"Oh, yeah! Fuck me, baby! Bite my nipple!! Make me cum!!"

Mother and son fucked with abandonment, as hot, salty, Texas blues continued to fill the room. After what seemed like forever, Jason finally mumbled that he was close again.

"Yes, cum for mommy, baby! Tell me when you're gonna come!!!" Cecilia screamed, as an electric guitar wailed its Texas-blues based solo.

"Ugh, fuck....right now!!" Jason screamed as Cecilia leaped off her son and squatted, taking hold of Jason's cock and aiming it at her face, as she stroked it!"

"Cum all over my face!!" she gasped as the first shot of her son's cum blasted out of his cock and landed on her lips. Cecilia stroked her son's cock rapidly, as more shots of cum blasted out of Jason's cock, hitting Cecilia in the nose, eye, and lips again, before she finally slipped the head between her lips and swallowed any remaining fluid. The taste lingered on her tongue, causing her to moan in appreciation. "Mmmm!" 

At last, Jason's orgasm ended, and he slumped back into the chair. He stared at his mom, her face covered in his cum. Cecilia grinned at her son as she squatted back and used a finger to scoop up all the cum on her face and slip it onto her tongue. She savored its taste as she stared at her son lustfully. "Mmmm!" she moaned again. "I just looove the taste of my son's cum!" she teased and swallowed the last drop.

Jason smiled and leaned forward to kiss his mother. They kissed long and hard before Cecilia broke the kiss to catch her breath, whispering, "Would Jae-jae like to come into mommy's bedroom and fuck her all night long?"

Jason smiled and stood, replying, "Lead the way."

Cecilia smiled and rose, taking hold of her son by his cock and leading him toward the bedroom she shared with her husband. There, Jason and his mom fucked and sucked into the wee hours of the morning, until exhausted, they fell into a deep and dream-filled slumber. Jason dreamt of a faceless woman eating his mother's pussy. Cecilia dreamt of Jason and another man fucking her pussy and her ass at the same time, as her husband was forced to watch.

They slept until late morning, when the streaming sunlight and a painful hard-on woke Jason. He stared at his beautiful mother as she lay sleeping, her outstretched legs spread conveniently as her bare pussy begged attention. Jason stroked his cock for a few minutes before deciding to wake her by eating her pussy. Slipping between her thighs, Jason began to lovingly lick his mom's pussy, digging his tongue between the folds of her pussy.

Cecilia Ritt awoke to a wonderfully pleasant sensation shooting through her groin. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she gazed between her thighs to find her son staring up at her, as he expertly ate her pussy. She grinned and moaned, "Mmmm!", running a hand through her son's hair. 

Jason stopped momentarily and grinning, said, "I wanted breakfast in bed."

Cecilia laughed heartily as she pulled her son's head back into her pussy, closing her eyes momentarily and moaning her contentment. "Mommy'll serve you breakfast in bed every morning, if you want!" she whispered.

"Mmmm," Jason groaned and added wryly, "sounds good. Besides, a boy should have breakfast before going to class, or else he can't focus!" 

"Ohhh!!!" Cecilia moaned loudly, arching her back and whispering, "God, the thought of you sitting in your college class, next to your classmates, listening to your lecture with the taste of your mommy's pussy lingering on your tongue drives me wild! Yeah, eat my pussy, son!" 

"Mmmm!!!" Jason groaned into his mother's pussy as his tongue did amazing things to it.

Just as Cecilia felt the initial stirring of her orgasm, the telephone on the bedside table rang. Cecilia's eyes shot open, momentarily disoriented by the sound. Realizing it was the phone, Cecilia reached over and answered it, as her son slowed his efforts but continued eating her pussy.

"Hello?" Cecilia said, resting back on to the pillow and staring down into her son's eyes between her thighs.

"Cees?" Jake, her husband's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Jake!" she said in surprise, rising on to her elbows for support and staring down at her son, as she noticed the increase in his efforts after hearing it was his father on the phone.

"You awake? What time is it over there?" her husband asked.

Cecilia struggled to maintain her composure as her pussy spasmed. Glancing at the clock radio, she replied, "almost eight," before a slight moan escaped her lips.

"You okay?" Jake asked, hearing her groan.

"Uhm, yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit under the weather is all," Cecilia replied running her free hand through her son's hair, at times seeming to push it away and others pulling him into her.

"Is the caterer all set for the party?"

"No, I haven't had a chance to call yet"

"Jesus, Cees!!" Her husband exploded. "What the hell have you been doing?"

Jason could hear his father screaming into the phone. Annoyed, Jason dragged his tongue softly up his mom's pussy, slipping a finger into her hole, while exposing her clit and covering it with his mouth.

Cecilia arched her back and tried pulling back from her son, as another moan softly escaped from her. "I...I...just don't feel well, Jake," she gasped, "don't worry. I'll take care of it!"

"Well, you better, Cees. You know how I feel about these shitty parties. I don't want anything to go wrong! We have..."

"I know, I know!!" Cecilia said, raising her own voice, her Italian accent more noticeable because of her anger. "Don't worry!! I'll take care of it!!" She added, caressing her son's hair and grinning at him. "I'm going to have breakfast first and then take care of it!" she added, winking at Jason.

"Fine, fine!" Jake replied, ready to move on to the next topic and itching to get off the phone.

"How's Jason?"

"He's fine," Cecilia replied, again grinning at her son. "You know," she added, "he's really quite responsible. You just don't see it. He's looking after his mother quite well!"

Jason continued eating his mom's pussy, trying desperately to bring her to orgasm.

"Responsible? The boy has no meaning of the word!! Is he there? Put him on. I want to talk to him about his responsibilities for the party," Jake said.

"He's eating breakfast," Cecilia replied, barely able to contain herself from bursting into laughter.

"So? Put him on. I..."

"Jake, let the poor boy eat in peace, will you?" she said, squeezing her thighs around her son's head and locking her ankles atop his back, as she pulled him hard into her pussy.

Jason moaned loudly and Cecilia's eyes grew wide in fear, but Jake was too caught up in the moment to have heard.

"You know," he screamed into the phone again, "it's because you let him do whatever he wants that he's so irresponsible..."

"Jake," Cecilia rudely interrupted, "is there anything else?"

Jake fumed into the phone but said nothing for a few seconds. Then, he simply whispered, "No...no, I'm gonna get going, I..."

"Fine," Cecilia interrupted again. "Call from the airport."

"Fine," Jake replied annoyed at his wife's attitude and simply ended the conversation, "Bye."

"Bye." Cecilia said and hung up the phone, noticing the caller ID read 'Amsterdam Call' when Jake was supposed to be in London. With her suspicions of infidelity rising again, she unwrapped her legs from around Jason's head and pulled on his hair, signaling she wanted him to move up next to her.

"What was that all about?" Jason asked, crawling up and over his mother.

"Fuck him," Cecilia said, her anger growing. "Come fuck me, son. Fuck your father's wife!!" She hissed grabbing her son's semi-hard cock and rubbing it across her slit momentarily before slipping it into her pussy.

The warm, moist sensation caused Jason's cock to grow fully hard in his mother's pussy as he settled himself atop her and began moving it in and out.

Mother and son fucked silently, as Cecilia wrapped her legs around her son's back and locked her ankles, pulling him into her, as she envisioned fucking her son in front of her husband. The thought brought a moan from her lips, as she closed her eyes and grinned in satisfaction, suddenly not caring why her husband was in Amsterdam.



There Is No Plan B Ch. 03







There Is No Plan B Ch. 03



Cecilia's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her son standing naked at her bedroom door. She immediately glanced at her husband who was snoring loudly. Relieved and satisfied that her husband would not wake, Cecilia turned toward the doorway to find her son stroking his big cock with the panties she had removed just before sex with her husband. They had been laying near the entrance, allowing Jason to bend and pick them up easily. Cecilia smiled her wicked grin and spread her legs, reaching down and peeling her pussy lips apart for her son's gaze. At the sight of his mom's glistening and moist pussy, Jason increased the tempo of his strokes. Cecilia began fingering herself for her son, rubbing her clit and pistoning a finger in and out of her juicy pussy. Suddenly, she threw her head back momentarily and stifled a moan as her orgasm hit her from no where. "Hmmmph!!!" she groaned quietly staring at her son, as Jason came simultaneously into her panties. Gazing at her son through heavy-lidded eyes of lust, Cecilia licked her fingers lovingly and smiled at her son. Jason smiled also and turned to head back to his bedroom. Cecilia pulled the covers over her and joined her husband in deep sleep. Jason did the same in his bed.

The following day was the day of the big Chief Financial Officers Association party. Cecilia looked stunning in a one-piece black sleeveless Armani dress that came down to just above her knees. Much to her son's disappointment, the dress was cut high around the neck, showing no cleavage whatsoever, but it was very snug; thus, showed off his mother's ample breasts quite nicely. With thoughts of sex with her son running through her mind like the blood running her veins, Cecilia made sure to wear black thigh-high hose and garter belt underneath her dress, in case she had the opportunity to fuck her son. At the last moment, while she was dressing that morning, she had decided to forgo her panties. Moderate, 3-inch spiked heels finished her attire. Her hair and make-up was similar in style to that of the wedding reception a couple weeks earlier. Her dark brown hair tumbled loosely to her shoulders. Overall, her make-up was applied very lightly, with the exception of heavy and dark ruby lipstick and lip liner. Her eye liner had also gone on a bit heavier than normal, bringing out her smoky, dark eyes and contrasting her shimmering white smile! Jason thought his mother looked stunning. He loved what he perceived as a "come fuck me" look whenever she made herself up. But the beauty of it – and what made her even more attractive to men and her son – was that she was totally oblivious to it, believing that she did not possess these stunning qualities, only usually found among rare natural beauties!

Jason, himself, had put on a suit, causing his dad to actually remark that perhaps there was hope for him, yet. Cecilia had winked and smiled at her son after his father's wise-ass remark, reminding Jason of the fact that his father had no clue that Jason was fucking his mother. After running down the details of the night with the leader of the five person musical ensemble, Jason found himself wandering outside to where the valet attendants were huddled. Upon seeing Jason, his friend Tom broke from the crowd and met him halfway up his lawn.

"Hey man, this looks like another rockin' Ritt party!" Tom said, greeting Jason with a fist-to-fist handshake.

"I doubt it. This is gonna be another one of my dad's fucking boring parties," Jason replied.

"Yeah, but your dad's parties always bring out the rich MILFs, man! I swear, man, I think they'd eat me alive from the stares I get, when I help these ladies from their Benz and Beemers!" Tom added. Tom was a very handsome guy, standing perhaps six feet and weighing a respectable two hundred pounds. He had been the starting quarterback of his high school football team, and his perpetually messy hair and ingratiating smile gave him a boyish appearance that belied his twenty years of life. It was no surprise that rich, vain wives of wealthy men would peg him for a good romp in the sack, and on a few occasions, he had obliged one or two. 

"Yeah, I guess that's a bonus," Jason said, noticing that the party seemed to be jumping into gear, as the Mercedes, Lexus and Jags began pulling into the half-circular driveway of the home, stopping in front of the house where the valet had taken up residence. Amongst the sixty and eighty thousand dollar automobiles, a modest Saab convertible pulled up. The driver exited and spoke briefly with the attendant taking her car.

"Ho-ly...fu-ckin...shit! Check out that piece of ass!" Tom whispered, adding, "They broke the mold with her, man!" 

"Yeah, too bad she's a bitch!" Jason responded.

"You know her?" Tom said, somewhat surprised.

"She's my dad's secretary, Cindy! Dad doesn't go anywhere or do anything without her!" Jason added. The twenty-four year old Administrative Assistant looked incredible! Her blonde hair was full of golden locks that cascaded down to her mid-back, its dark roots betraying her faux color. The five foot, two inch young woman stood three inches taller due to black stiletto pumps covering her tiny feet. Natural hose made her golden tanned legs look incredibly sexy as they traveled up under an extremely tight black skirt that ended at mid-thigh. Her fake breasts were plump and pert, showing a gapped cleavage under a black sleeveless blouse with steep neckline. Over the blouse, she sported a short jacket to match the skirt, buttoned just enough to give hints to what lay beneath it. Her small, brown eyes gave the impression of someone who was always thinking, always conniving. But her mascara gave them life as her eyelashes fluttered while she spoke.

"How old is she?" Tom asked, watching the young woman make her way up the courtyard toward them.

"I dunno," Jason replied, "twenty-five, twenty-six?"

"Hi Jae-jae!!" Cindy said, in a condescending tone covered with fake politeness.

"Hey," was all Jason said in return.

"My, my, you look more like your father each day!" Cindy added, winking.

Tom nudged Jason. "Oh, hey, this is my friend, Tom!" Jason said introducing his friend.

Cindy glanced at Tom briefly, cracked a smile for a mere second and turned back to Jason, saying, "Let's catch up later tonight, okay?"

"Sure," Jason replied, lying, and looking away.

Cindy turned and walked into the home as Jason glanced at the line of cars piling in the driveway, while Tom watched Cindy make her way into the house. "Mm..mm..mm. That is one damn fine piece of ass, Jae. You should hit that! She was awfully sweet on you, man!"

Jason glared at his friend for the ludicrous comment. "Dude, my dad's her boss. Of course she's gonna be sweet on me! I've got better things to spend my time on," Jason said, as he turned and walked away from his friend. "I'll catch up with you later!" He said glancing back at Tom briefly before heading back inside.

"Alright man, later!" Tom said staring at Jason with an incredulous look, puzzled by Jason's complacent attitude toward Cindy. The fact was, Jason had long suspected that Cindy was fucking his Dad, and the thought of what it would do to his mom, should she find out, made him despise his dad and his secretary. As Jason made his way into the house, he found his mother in the kitchen arguing with the caterer, a fat, balding man in a chef's outfit.

"What do you mean, you couldn't get the Feuillatte?" Cecilia screamed in her thick accent. "I specifically requested the Nicolas Feuillatte 1996 Grand Cuvee Palmes d' Or!"

"But I'm sorry, Mrs. Ritt," the caterer said, submissively. "My supplier couldn't get that particular champagne. I assure you this one is just as good!" He said, holding up an obvious substitute.

"Then you need a better supplier!" Cecilia retorted, gesturing wildly and shaking her head in disgust as she spotted Jason walking toward her.

"What's going on?" Jason asked.

"The caterer fucked up the champagne order!" Cecilia replied, more in an effort to throw it up again in the caterer's face, who seemingly cowered at every word. "Can you imagine the field day your father will have with me if he finds out I didn't get his favorite champagne? The one thing he insisted on with the caterer was that the 1996 Grand Cuvee Palmes d' Or be served! Dio aiutami, if he finds out!" She said in Italian, asking the Lord to help her, should Jake discover the mishap.

Jason turned to the caterer. "There's nothing you can do?"

"I'm sorry sir, you are?" the caterer asked, hesitant to involve more people than necessary in this dilemma.

"He's my son, shithead!" Cecilia yelled, her accent thickening as her frustration grew.

"Mom, calm down!" Jason said, holding back a laugh at the comment. "What about Louie?" He asked rhetorically to his mom, and then turning to the caterer said, "Louie DeSallo. He's a commercial beverage supplier on the east side. Can you call him? He's a friend of the family and has always come through for us."

"I'm sorry, sir. I cannot use any other suppliers other than those I have a contract with," the caterer said despondently.

"Jesu mio!!!" Cecilia gasped the blasphemous reference in Italian. She grabbed her purse off of the kitchen counter and walked away from the caterer, yelling back at her son to get going with her. "Andiamo, Jae-Jae! Let's go see Louie!"

Less than five minutes later, mother and son were speeding on the freeway heading across town. They had sneaked out, having given strict orders to the caterer that Jake not find out about the champagne situation or where they were headed. They were in Jason's Audi, humming along at eighty miles per hour in the left lane, when Cecilia spoke.

"Jesus, I can't believe that caterer! Can you believe that caterer?" She said incredulously.

Jason peered at his mom and smiled. "Don't worry, Mom. It'll work out." 

"How can you be so relaxed, Jae?" His mother asked, suddenly inquisitive of his laid-back nature in all this.

"I fuck my mom to relax myself!" Jason said, grinning at his mom. Cecilia punched her son playfully in the shoulder, before he added, "and I listen to this stuff!". He turned on his car stereo and pushed the CD button. Immediately, the thundering sounds of kick drums pierced Cecilia's stomach, as grinding guitars sawed through her mind. The song quickly turned into an abrasive, angry, melding of musical instruments that somehow worked, coming together in pounding beats and thrashing guitars that filled the car's cabin at ear piercing levels. Jason sped up to ninety, as Cecilia found herself sweating; her breathing quickening. The music throbbed within her as the singer screamed nearly unintelligibly about feeling alive.

Cecilia squirmed in her seat, her pussy moistening as the kick drum rumbled through the seat and into her stomach. The music was so raw, so angry, that it made her horny. Horny for her son's cock! She glanced at her son who stared at the road ahead of him. Her eyes turned lustful as he turned and met her stare. She grinned.

"What?" Jason mouthed. He noticed the look on his mother's face had turned from anger to the look she got just before he fucked her. Her breathing grew heavy as her chest heaved to the pounding metal music.

Suddenly, she shifted closer toward Jason and said loud enough to be heard above the music, "Just drive!" Then, she leaned over and unzipped her son's fly. Fishing his huge cock out, she immediately took it into her mouth and began to blow him.

Jason was at a loss for words, as his foot instinctively pressed on the gas, raising the car's speed to nearly one-hundred miles per hour, as his mother bobbed up and down on his cock, lathering it with spit and moaning under the thundering music, as her son's cock throbbed across her lips. She sucked his cock with earnest, as Jason moved a hand from the steering wheel to the back of her head. Grabbing a handful of hair, he assisted in moving her head up and down.

"Keep your hands on the wheel!" She managed to scream between sucks, and Jason returned his hand to the steering wheel, while his mother bobbed on his cock, sucking for all she was worth.

After a few minutes, Jason began to feel his seed rising from deep within, as he yelled to his mom. "I'm getting close!!!" Cecilia increased her efforts, which brought Jason's orgasm roaring to its peak. "Ugh, fuck!!! I'm...cu-mming!!!" he yelled, as the thundering metal music continued, adding to the intense action. Just as his seed spilled into his mother's mouth, a siren bellowed behind them. Glancing in the rear view mirror, Jason saw a police car following them. "Fuck!!!!" he screamed again, as his mother sucked his juices entirely from his cock, and zipped him up, oblivious to the police car behind them.

Just as Jason pulled to the side of the freeway, his mother rose back into a seated position and wondered why they had stopped. Looking behind them, she groaned "Shit! It's a good thing I swallowed your cum!" She quipped. As the officer approached the vehicle, Jason glanced at his mom, who was smacking and licking her lips. "Mmmm!!!" she moaned in satisfaction and winked, just as Jason slid the window down.

Ten minutes later and with two citations for speeding and driving erratically, Jason was back on the road. His mother promised to take care of his tickets, and vowed that next time she felt like sucking her son's cock in his car, she'd make sure they were stopped. He had smirked when the officer had asked his mom for her name, and she had replied that she was his mother, as the officer glanced at her lustfully. The whole episode had only served to turn her on even more. And now, with the music off, she shuffled up against her son and licked his ear sexily, whispering, "Find a place to park!"

Jason alternated glances between the road and his mom before asking, "Why?"

"Mommy needs your cock inside her right now, that's why!" she yelled, raising her skirt to reveal her bare and moist pussy, framed within the garter belts holding her stockings up. She ran her fingers through her lips and teased, "Please, Jae-jae? Hurry!!" She sucked her slime covered index finger and winked.

Luckily, Jason knew the east side, to which they had arrived, as this was where he commuted to college, so he drove until he found a familiar spot. He pulled in and parked in a very small parking lot. The lot belonged to the university's Audiology Department, which, Jason surmised, was closed for the weekend. It was surrounded on one side by the building and the rest of the sides by clumps of small trees, which provided privacy.

Cecilia waisted no time fishing her son's cock out and sucking it a few times to help it get hard, relishing in the pre-cum that oozed onto her tongue. Then straddling him, she impaled herself on his big cock. "Ugh!!!" She groaned, her eyes fluttering. "Oh, fuck! That's what mommy needs to calm down!!" She said before driving her tongue deep inside her son's mouth and moving up and down on his cock. Each time she settled herself down onto her son, the car's steering wheel hit her tailbone, causing pain and pleasure to shoot through her simultaneously. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" She wailed with each thrust, as Jason unzipped her dress from behind and freed her pendulous, braless breasts. Slipping a nipple between his lips, he sucked his mother's breasts as she fucked him mercilessly! "Oh, yes, sweety!! Suck mommy's tits!! That's it!! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Mmmm!" She gasped reaching up and holding him by the head to her bosom as she continued riding him.

After what seemed like fifteen or twenty minutes, Cecilia orgasmed together with her son. He shot his seed into his mother for the second time within the hour. The first time, dumping his load into her mouth and this time, shot ropes of cum deep inside her pussy. His mother screamed at the feel of her son's giant cock flexing in orgasm. "Yes, Jae-jae!!! I'm...cum-ming!!! Mommy's cumming!!!!!" She screamed, impaling herself onto his cock and squeezing her cunt muscles to ecstasy! 

"Ah!!!!!!" They both screamed one last time in unison!

When they had finished, Cecilia lay slumped over her son, as he lovingly licked her nipples. "Mmmm," She muttered raising her head and kissing her son hotly, licking his teeth and gums with her tongue as his own tongue danced inside her mouth. 

"Mmmm," they both moaned into each other's mouth before the kiss broke.

"Feel better?" Jason asked sarcastically.

"Mmmm, yes! Mommy feels much better!!"

They laughed before separating and adjusting their clothes and appearance. They were a few blocks from Louie's warehouse, so in ten minutes, they were there. They had placed a distress call to him, and he was waiting for them with their order. 

"Thank you so much, Louie! We knew we could count on you!!" Cecilia said.

"Hey, no problem, Mrs. Ritt," Louie said in his street-tough accent. "But you know, all you had to do was call me, and I would've delivered this right away!! You're one of my best customers and..."

"I know, I know!" Cecilia replied, interrupting, "but I didn't want my husband finding out and couldn't take the chance of him seeing your truck at the house! Just stuff as many cases as you can in my son's trunk and in the back seat. If we need more, we'll call you later tonight to deliver, when my husband is drunk out of his mind!" She said rather annoyingly.

"Sure, Mrs. Ritt, whatever you say." Louie replied, as he and his workers secretly gawked at Cecilia's body, ogling her breasts and licking their lips. Little did they know that her son, standing innocently near them, had just emptied his cum inside her mouth and pussy. Jason smiled to himself as he noticed their lustful gazes. As usual, Cecilia didn't seem to notice and went on to pay for the order and finalize the details. 

When they were finished, mother and son made their way back to the house, where the party was now in full swing. They parked the car behind the house, near the kitchen entrance and directed the caterer to take care of the champagne. They made their way through the front door where they spotted Cindy laughing in agreement and generally flirting with her boss, as he told tales of financial successes and windfalls during his career to a group of partygoers. As usual, he had a firm grip on a highball. Jason glanced at his mom who stood gazing at Cindy making a fool of herself, obviously flirting and trying to impress her boss, Cecilia's husband.

"You okay?" Jason asked his mom.

Cecilia stared at her husband and Cindy for another long second before turning to her son and rolling her eyes. "Of 'course!" She said, with no feeling. "I need a drink!" She added moving away. But Jason wasn't so sure that Cecilia hadn't felt a pang of hurt upon seeing her husband with a beautiful twenty-five year old on his arm. Jason lost himself in the crowd, as the party got into full swing.

As the evening wound down, the older partygoers began to head home, leaving the thirty and forty something crowd to pick up the tempo. The orchestra had kicked it up a notch, moving into lighter contemporary classical pieces from the likes of Copland and Mahler. Bored, Jason wandered aimlessly through the crowd, and now, he stood next to the buffet table, a beer in his hand. He perused the crowd noticing everyone's demeanor and gestures as they enjoyed the party. His gaze came to Cindy, who had removed the conservative jacket to show off her sweaty cleavage. Jason's eyes moved from her breasts to her eyes, which met his stare. She smiled wickedly, knowing he had been staring at her breasts. Cindy winked as Jason ignored her and continued looking around the room. As he looked around, his mind kept returning to his father's secretary. He remembered how, earlier in the evening, he had caught his father's hand caressing her ass as they listened to a colleague tell a tale. And how she had maintained her composure, making no effort to stop him. Jason suddenly felt sick at the thought and made his way to the bar for another drink.




There Is No Plan B Ch. 03



"Another, please," he said to the bartender, handing him the empty beer bottle he had just finished. The bartender opened a fresh bottle and placed it front of Jason on a beverage napkin. "Thanks," Jason said, slipping a five dollar bill in the bartender's tip jar.

"Thank you, Mr. Ritt!" the bartender replied.

Just then, Cecilia came up smiling at her son. Her eyes were glazed over, showing the effects of a strong buzz. In front of the bartender, Cecilia spoke. "Jason, honey, I promised your dad's colleague, John whats his name, a bottle of the San Greggorio wine I love so much," she said. "I want to show that wine snob that the southern Italians can make good wine, too!" she continued, nearly slurring her words. Then she added, "Won't you be a dear and come help your mother find it, please?"

Jason glanced briefly at the bartender who was listening and gazing lustfully at Cecilia. The bartender noticed Jason's stare and turned immediately away. Jason looked at his mother, who was still gazing lustfully into her son's eyes. Well, at least Jason knew her stare was lustful! "Sure, mom," he said just above a whisper, "lead the way!"

Jason and his mom exited the main party room and made their way down to the basement, which led to the two thousand bottle, temperature-controlled, oak wine cellar that Jake had custom installed soon after they purchased the hundred year old home. Jason thought it odd that his mother was turning off each light behind them as he turned on each new light ahead of her. At the cellar door, Jason walked into the pitch-black room ahead of his mom. He turned on the light, thinking this one would remain on. But behind him, his mother turned the light off, as Jason turned toward her, confused. Checking to make sure it was unlocked first, Jason's mother then shut the door to the cellar, throwing it into complete darkness save for a sliver of light coming from the basement stair well and into the cellar through a small window built into the cellar and which looked out into the rest of the vast basement. Jake had installed the window for emergencies, in case anyone ever locked themselves in the room accidentally. Cecilia sauntered up to her son and kissed him hotly. Her tongue danced in his mouth as she rubbed her body shamelessly against him. Breaking the kiss, she said hoarsely, "I'm so horny, Jae-jae. I can't get your juicy cock out of my mind! Mommy needs to feel it inside her, again!" She turned, raised her dress to her waist and bent over, supporting herself against a wine rack. "Hurry, baby! We can't be gone long!!" She had flipped her hair and turned to stare back at him, running her fingers through her pussy lips. "Please!!!" she begged.

Jason hurriedly unzipped his pants and fished out his hardening cock. His mother licked her lips and groaned as she felt the head of his cock along her slit. "Mmmm," his mother moaned, adding, "don't tease me baby! Please!! Stick your cock inside mommy's pussy!!"

Just as Jason's cock had fully hardened, and he was about to drive it into his mother, they heard laughter from the basement stares. Instinctually, mother and son froze. Even though the lights in the wine cellar were off and the door was shut, Cecilia's heart was suddenly beating wildly. To anyone's eyes, there was no one present in the cellar, but nevertheless and with bated breath, Jason and his mother gazed at the basement stares through the window of the wine cellar. Leaning slightly away from the window, so that their bodies were mostly out of sight, they peered through the sparkling clean glass. Jason was still behind his mom, with his arms around her waist, as his half hardening cock nudged her backside.

"Shhhh!" whispered Cecilia to her son, upon feeling his cock against her asscheek. Jason was momentarily amused, as if his cock touching her would announce their presence! Suddenly, through the bottom of the basement stairs, Jake Ritt and his secretary, Cindy, appeared, giggling and laughing as Jake nuzzled her neck and felt her breasts.

Jake and Cindy remained in the dark, letting the light from the basement stair well light their way. "Over here!" Jake slurred, as he led Cindy to a huge, commercial-style, stainless steel table the Ritts often used to make traditional Italian delicacies like homemade sausage, bread and other delights. While they certainly had the money to afford buying such things, the nostalgic tradition of making them from scratch pleased Cecilia, reminding her of home. And so, once or twice a year, she would invite her Italian friends over and open up the basement for the festivity of making these homemade delights. Now, the spotless table held Cindy as she laid back upon its cold metal and squealed at the sudden feeling!

"Shhhh!" Jake said, laughing, "or my wife will catch me!!" he said slurring his words. "She'll make fucking sausage out of me!" He said, sarcastically. He struggled to maintain his balance, as he unzipped his fly, watching Cindy pull her dress up and release her tits from the restraint of her push-up bra. Panting, she ripped her frilly panties clean off to reveal a clean-shaven pussy, except for a tiny patch just above her clit. Jake stroked his cock as he watched Cindy massage a breast with one hand and run her other hand through her pussy as she gazed lustfully at her boss and spoke.

"Hurry, baby! I'm so fucking horny!" she whispered.

"You know what I like to hear, don't ya! C'mon! Say it!!" Jake said, roughly grabbing his secretary by the thighs and slamming his hard cock into her pussy.

"Ah!!!!" Cindy groaned from the impact, before coquettishly accommodating his request. "Yeah, daddy! That's it!! Fuck me with your big cock!!! Fuck your little girl hard daddy!!"

"Daddy?" thought Jason, as his cock began to harden from the action he was witnessing and hearing.

"Mmmm," Jake groaned, "you know the game I like, don't you?"

Jason couldn't believe his ears, as his father drove his cock into his secretary's wet pussy. 

"Yeah, daddy! Yeah! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard!!" Cindy gasped, trying to keep her voice down, as she played with her fake but plump tits.

Jason glanced at his mom. In the sliver of light, he could see her face. Her eyes were moist as she quietly and secretly watched her husband fuck his secretary.

"Mom?" Jason whispered, concerned.

"Shhhh!" Cecilia whispered back, moving her hand back to his cock and stroking it. Jason's semi-hard cock quickly hardened, and Cecilia rubbed it against her juicy pussy, signaling to her son to continue what they had started.

Jason loved the idea of fucking his mom just a few feet away from his dad. He unzipped his mother's dress and freed her braless breasts. Wrapping his arm around her and massaging a breast with one hand, he used his other hand to sink his huge cock slowly into his mother.

"Mmmmph!" Cecilia groaned quietly, closing her eyes momentarily before opening them to continue watching her husband and Cindy.

"Yeah, daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your daughter!!! Slam your big daddy cock into me!!!" Cindy gasped, urging her boss on as he pounded his cock inside her.

"Ugh!!" Jake groaned, growing fatigued but continuing his efforts. "Fuck, you're tight tonight. Been a while, huh?" Jake grunted between gasps.

"You're...the...only...man...for...me...daddy!" Cindy gasped, continuing the game. 

In the cellar, Jason was now slowly but rhythmically driving his cock in and out of his mother's pussy from behind, as she grunted with each thrust, continuing to support herself against the rack. Both watched Jake and Cindy fucking through the window, as Jason pinched his mother's nipples from behind.

"Ah!!! That's it, baby!!! Pinch mommy's nipple!!! Fuck me, honey!! Fuck me like your bastard father is fucking his secretary!!!" Cecilia mumbled a whisper, her eyes riveted to her husband and his secretary.

"Fuck! I'm close!!!" Jason whispered, his cock flexed as his orgasm approached. "I'm getting close, mom!!"

In the basement, Cindy strummed her clit as she continued uttering obscenities and encouragement to her boss. "Fuck me, Daddy!!! C'mon, Daddy! Fuck me, hard!! I'm gonna cum, daddy!! I'm gonna cum all over my daddy's cock!!" she hissed quietly, arching her back, as her orgasm approached.

"Fuck, I'm cumming, mom!!!" Jason uttered in the cellar.

"Mmmph!!!" Cecilia groaned, feeling her son's cock twitch and going over the edge herself. "Me too, honey!! Me too!! Ah!!!!!" She gasped, as Jason drove into his mother one last time and held his cock deep inside her. "Mmmm!!!!" she gasped, biting her bottom lip to stifle a scream.

"I'm cumming, daddy!!! Yes! Yes!! I'm cumming!!!"

"Ugh!!!" Jake groaned one last time as he drove into his secretary and shot rope after rope of salty cum into her womb. "Fuck!!!! I'm cum-ming!!!!"

"Yes, daddy!!! Cum inside your daughter!!!" Cindy continued with the game, as her orgasm peaked. "Ugh!!! Fuck!!! I'm cumming!!!" She gasped, as Jake covered her mouth with his to quiet her.

In the wine cellar, Jason slumped over his mother, as his cum-covered cock grew flaccid inside her. Both continued staring at the action beyond the window, where Jake Ritt slowly and reluctantly withdrew his cock from his secretary's pussy and pulled up his underwear and pants. Cindy used her torn panties to wipe her pussy before lowering her dress and placing the sticky undergarment in her clutch, which she carried everywhere.

Mother and son watched as Jake and Cindy cleaned themselves up, before Cindy walked up the stairs and back to the party. Jake hung around, checking his watch repeatedly until, after about ten minutes, he, too, made his way up the stairs and back to the party. Cecilia broke free from her son and straightened out. Jason did the same. Once they were both tidy, Cecilia turned on the light and, without hesitation, grabbed the wine bottle promised to their friend.

"I thought you needed help finding that?" Jason quipped.

"I lied," Cecilia said, walking toward the door, but stopping first next to her son and adding, "I just needed a good fuck from my son!" She smiled and kissed him lightly before heading out the door. Jason could tell her mood had changed to one of annoyance and anger that would be directed at her husband. She looked back at him through the window and smiled before heading up the stairs. Jason waited a few minutes and then retreated back to the party, which was coming to an end.

The final guest left the party at around one in the morning, and the staff began their clean-up efforts. Cecilia was making her rounds to each vendor to make sure payment terms were finalized, while Jake sat slumped in a recliner, continuing to drink. Inspired by the orchestra in attendance that evening, he had put some classical music on the stereo and was, now, conducting a phantom orchestra from his seat, an imaginary wand in his hand, as he waved his arm wildly, mimicking a conductor.

Jason watched his father with disgust. One hour earlier, Cindy had slipped Jason the tongue when she innocently hugged and kissed him goodbye, whispering "call me sometime" before walking out the front door. Jason couldn't believe the slut, who had just fucked his father, was now hitting on him! He had said nothing to her in response, and now he sat in a dining room table chair, silently nursing another beer, as his gaze shifted from his father to his mother. He was amazed at how quickly she had sobered up to take control of directing the end of the party. He watched as one-by-one, each vendor left: The valet, the orchestra, and finally the caterer, bartender and wait staff. Satisfied that payments were all taken care of, Cecilia walked passed her husband heading toward the kitchen, throwing him a disgusted look of contempt.

"Go to bed, you drunk!" She said in her pleasant accent. Jake continued conducting his phantom orchestra and just stared at her annoyingly, as she walked past. Cecilia walked past her son and grinned, tussling his hair and adding, "Want to help your mother clean up?"

"Isn't that what cleaning services are for?" Jason said sarcastically.

"Yes. I'm not doing much. I'm not tired yet, so I just want to pick up a bit. C'mon, it's therapeutic. It gets my mind off of things," she said, reaching the kitchen sink and shooting a grin back at her son. "You can start by helping the drunk bastard over there to bed!!" She added loud enough for her husband to hear.

"Go to hell!" Jake slurred loudly. "I'm conducting..." he added before losing his train of thought and waving his imaginary wand.

"C'mon dad," Jason said, reaching his father and helping him up. 

"You did an excellent job with the music, tonight Jae-jae! Excellento!!!" Jake mumbled as his son helped him up the stairs and to the master bedroom.

Jason couldn't help recall this same scenario a week or so earlier at the wedding reception, when he used his father's intoxicated state to help him seduce his mother. Jason grinned to himself, before replying, "Thanks." Upon reaching the master bedroom that his mother and father shared, Jake turned and slapped his son lightly on the cheek before mumbling, "Your mother says you're a good boy. I don't see it, but if she's happy, then I'm happy!!" he said laughing at himself. Jason just stood staring at the man making a fool of himself. "So go be a good boy and help your mother!!" Jake slurred, gesturing with his hand toward the kitchen; fighting to maintain his balance.

"Go to bed, Dad," Jason simply replied. Jake turned and stumbled toward the bed. He attempted to remove his tie before losing his balance and collapsing on the bed. He was out within seconds.

Back in the kitchen, Jason began helping his mother, as she asked, "How is he?"

"Out cold. A fucking earthquake won't wake him!"

"Good," Cecilia said matter-of-factly, as she wiped her hands and moved into her son's arms. The house was now empty save for the three family members. Cecilia kissed her son hotly first, before whispering seductively, "mommy wants you to do her a favor."

"Oh yeah?" Jason grunted, returning his mother's kisses and adding, "What's that?"

Cecilia's voice dropped to a whisper as she said, "I want you to fuck mommy up the ass!" And with that, she nibbled on her son's earlobe before rubbing his cock through his pants.

"What? Right now? Here?" Jason said, his cock hardening as his mother turned and raised her hair, signaling for him to help her with her zipper. 

"Yes," she simply replied, shimmying out of her dress and standing only in heels, hose and garter belt. Her naked breasts hung perfectly, as their nipple hardened at her son's stare after she turned back.

"What brought this on?" Jason asked, watching his mother kneel, unbuckle and shed his pants and underwear in one fell swoop.

"Your father did," she replied, adding venomously, "that no good son of a bitch! I'll show him!!" She rose and stroked her son's cock. "What better way to get back at him than to let his son fuck his wife up the ass?" She hissed. "Besides, isn't that what you've been wanting to do to mommy?"

Jason's cock was fully hard now as his mother helped him remove the rest of his clothes. "Well....yeah....but....are you sure? Now?"

"Yes!" His mother replied curtly! 

"Okay, okay!" Jason responded, holding back an amused laugh at his mother's insistence.

Once naked, Cecilia retreated to the dining room table and laid back. "Eat me, first, honey! Make mommy's pussy nice and wet first!" she said, as Jason knelt and dove into his mother's moist pussy, which she now kept shaved for her son. Cecilia made no effort to keep her voice down, as she groaned and moaned in delight of her son's actions. After a few moments, she grabbed a handful of her son's hair and gasped, "Lick my asshole, honey. Mommy's nice and clean down there. Lick it and get it ready for your hard cock!!" Cecilia pulled her legs back and spread them impossibly wide, opening up her puckered nether region to her son's delight.

"Ugh, fuck!" Jason mumbled, thinking his cock would explode upon hearing his mother's words, while he trailed his tongue from her slit to her rosebud, licking the wrinkled edge before stabbing it repeatedly.

"Oh, fuck!!" Cecilia gasped, running one hand through her hair and another over her breast. "Yeah, baby!! That's it!! Lick momma's asshole!!! Get it nice and moist for your big cock!!! Mommy can't wait to feel her baby boy's cock up her ass!!"

"Mmmmph!!!" Jake mumbled as he stabbed his tongue deep into his mother's rectum before spotting the butter dish just next to her on the table. Reaching over, he sunk two fingers into it and brought them to her pink hole. He smothered her rectum with the quickly melting fat as he licked and sucked her clit.

"Oh!! Fuck, baby!!! What are you doing to mommy? Yes, I like that!!! Mmmmm," Cecilia moaned, unaware of the butter being spread across her hole.

Once the area was lubricated and his fingers were coated, Jason easily slipped his index finger into his mother's asshole, stopping at the second knuckle, while licking and sucking her pussy frenetically!

"Ah!!!! Fuck!!! Yes!!!!! That's it, Jae-Jae!!! That's it!!! Finger mommy's asshole!!!! Slide your finger in and out!!!! Oh, fuck!!!!"

Up the stairs and in the master bedroom, Jake Ritt snored loudly, passed out from his love of highballs. His wife's echoes urging their son to finger her asshole carried into the bedroom, but he was oblivious to them.

Jason continued eating his mom's pussy as he slowly slid a second finger into her asshole, opening her up in preparation for his cock!

"Oh my god!!! Ugh!!! Fuck!!!!" Cecilia screamed, as she grasped a handful of her son's hair and hissed at him!!! "Yes! Yes!! You fucking bastard!! You fucking mother fucker!!! Fuck mommy's asshole harder!! Harder!! I want you to fuck my ass hard!!!! Ugh!!!!!" She screamed again, biting her lip and nearly passing out from the overwhelming feeling of fullness and desire! When she couldn't stand it any longer, she rose and turned, bending over against the edge of the table and laying face down on it. She reached back and spread her cheeks apart with her hands, as she gave a slutty look at her son and hissed, "C'mon, sweetheart!!! It's time!!! Fuck your mother's ass!! I want it hard and fast!!!!"

Across town, in an elegant one-bedroom apartment, located among rolling hills smattered with trees, Cindy panicked. The wet panties she had torn off were nowhere to be found! She was rummaging through her purse and retracing her steps in the apartment since coming home, but it was no use. They were gone! Her heart beat wildly as she thought about where they might be and what to do. Perhaps, Jake had secretly retrieved them for keepsake? Or maybe, they had fallen out, which on one hand would be bad, but then again, no one would know to whom they belonged, except maybe Jake. And he sure as hell wouldn't talk. Cindy exhaled deeply and began to undress, deciding it wasn't worth worrying about. She cleansed her face and slipped into bed, glad she could sleep in the next morning.

"Oh, fuck, yeah baby!!! Fuck mommy's ass!!! Fuck it hard!!! That's it!! That's it!!! Fuck me, Jae-Jae!!! Fuck mommy's ass harder!!"

Jason slammed into his mother, as his cock pulled tightly against her sphincter wall with every retreat. The alcohol and the events she'd witnessed earlier in the evening had turned her into a woman possessed, as she begged her son to cum deep inside her asshole.

"Cum for mommy, baby!!! Cum inside my ass!!! I wanna feel you cumming deep inside me!!!!"

"Fuck!!" Jason gasped. "I'm gonna cum!!! I'm gonna....fuck!!! I'm cumming mom!!!!" Jason screamed, as his cock tried desperately to flex inside her tight anal opening. The sensation overwhelmed Cecilia, who had been strumming her clit, and it sent her over the edge too.

Mother and son screamed, as load after load of copious semen filled Cecilia's anal cavity. Her son dripped with sweat as he tightly gripped his mother's hips. Cecilia herself shook uncontrollably as shivers ran through her body, causing her rectum to contract and her son's cock to flex yet again and again in response. The contracting rectum and flexing cock tagged teamed off of each other, resulting in one of the most intense and longest orgasm mother and son had ever experienced, with anyone!




There Is No Plan B



The kiss broke and my mother moaned, "Oh, honey...hmmph...this is so wrong but it...hmmph...feels so good," she said. "Your father never filled me like this...hmmph," she added. Her hips began to move in time with mine, as I began to massage her tit again. "Oh...," she moaned again and then whispered, "fuck me, son!"

And with those words, the taboo was broken. My mother and I fucked with abandonment! I plowed into her as she met my every thrust!

"Say it again, mom!" I said breathlessly! "I wanna hear it again!"

"Ugh...ugh...ugh...fuck me!" she said. "Fuck...hmmph...your mommy, son! Ugh..fuck me good and hard! Hmmph! She wrapped her legs around my back and her arms around my neck.

"Ugh!" I screamed. "I'm getting close, mom," I said closing my eyes and concentrating on fucking my mother.

"Yeah, baby, come for mommy!" she whispered. "Let mommy feel your come, honey! Mommy's....ugh...gonna come....too!!!"

"Ugh....ugh...ugh!!!!" I moaned as my final thrust slammed into her and held my cock buried deep into her. My cock began to twitch. "Ugh!!!!!!!!" I moaned, my toes curling.

"Ahhhh!!!! Yes!....I'm coming!!!!" my mother screamed with me as her pussy spasmed around my cock. "Mommy can feel you coming! Ah!!!!!"

My cock continued to twitch inside of her as shot after shot of come blasted into her! My hand squeezed her breast tightly as our open mouths locked onto one another. Our tongues dancing frantically, as slobber ran down my mother's chin. Her sweaty hair plastered against her forehead as her cheeks turned rosy with her orgasm.

At last, the orgasms subsided as I slumped over my mother. Our tongues continued to caress each other, as my mother moaned into my mouth. "Mmmm," she moaned and then breaking the kiss. "Oh, honey, that was fucking incredible!" she whispered.

I kissed her again and said, "Yeah, it was, wasn't it?"

She smiled and kissed me back, "I never knew fucking my son would feel so good!"

"So we can do this again?" I asked.

"Only if you're game," she answered.

"I am," I replied. "Are you?"

And with that, she kissed me gently. The whispered, "Yes. I'm up for continuing to fuck my son whenever he wants, wherever he wants, however he wants." 

"Even on Dad's Maserati?" I asked somewhat sarcastically.

She laughed a hearty laugh and said, "Particularly on Dad's Maserati!"

I kissed her, as my cock began to harden again.

"Honey, I would love to fuck again, but it's late and we need to be careful," she said. "Your father wakes up around five in the morning and it's three already!"

I slowed down my pace and reluctantly pulled out. Her pussy making a squishing noise as my cock plopped out. She grinned and said, "Oh my god. My pussy only does that when it's been well fucked! Congratulations, son! You've given your mother one of the best fucks of her life!" I smiled and stroked my cock. "No!" She said. "Get out of here and go back to your room! You better have a story for your father in case he asks you why he was in your room. I don't think he'd like it if you told him 'because I was in your room fucking mom'!"

"Okay, okay!" I replied as I retrieved my clothes from under the bed and dressed. Before leaving, I kissed my mom again and pinched her nipple. She watched me as I waved and left the room. The door shut with a thud.

Back in the room, Cecilia turned to her side and pulled the covers over herself. A smile spread across her face as the knowledge of having duped her son was realized. She had known all along that it was he, not her husband.

The thought that she had just fucked her own son sent shivers to her groin. And she couldn't wait to do it again.