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A Mother's Tail

By: bumblegrum



This is a story of dominance and submission in the context of mother/son incest. If any of these things offend you, please read no further. All characters and events in this story are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18.

I would like to thank my volunteer editor, Hatsuda, once again for his eagle eye and his helpful suggestions. 

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My name is Lyn Cox and I have no doubt that society would consider me depraved, perverted, corrupt, insane, even. Yet I love my son with a passion that many would call degenerate; even worse. He has become my master, my Dom and I revel in every moment of our relationship.

How this happened is a story of my slide into a wholly immoral bliss. When this started, my husband, Jay, and I had been married for 21 years; Jay was 50 and I was 40 with a 20 year old son, Corey. He was the apple of my eye; Jay claimed that I spoiled him, but there was never any suggestion of "spoiled brat" behaviour. He was a good kid, smart, funny, sensitive and very respectful towards me. He knew the boundaries and almost always stayed within them, and on the occasions he didn't, took his punishment, usually making a joke out of it. Corey is tall with a mop of curly black hair, pale skin and deep blue eyes. Well built and very fit -- not with rippling abs and a six pack, but he enjoyed long-distance running and cycling and he has enormous stamina.

His relationship with his father was a little different. It was not that Jay was in any sense unkind or abusive, more that he seemed to be in the background and leave much of Corey's upbringing to me. Both Jay and I were lawyers; I had an extensive criminal practice and a reputation for being particularly hard-nosed. Jay was a tax lawyer, much more conservative. We had met when he was a tutor in my law degree -- the attraction was instantaneous, and we married when I discovered I was pregnant with Corey.

From an early age, I had realised I had a submissive streak in my nature. My parents were demanding and insisted on obedience, and that became second nature to me. In my teenage years I sought guys who had a dominant streak, but they were more often abusive rather than truly dominant. But Jay knew what I needed and was prepared to provide it. In doing so, he was able to fulfil some of his own fantasies, namely having a submissive partner willing to do exactly what he wanted. He claimed that I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. 

I thought he might have been exaggerating, although I was quite tall, around 5'7" well built and with no fat at all. I worked out regularly to keep in shape, apart from anything else because of a physically demanding occupation. I always thought my 36C breasts were something special; Jay agreed, as he did about my long, well shaped legs terminating in a well padded bottom and a slim waist. All these complemented by an oval face with clear, pale skin, high cheekbones and a slightly retroussé nose. Glossy straight black hair down to my waist and cobalt blue eyes. 

Jay and I had never hidden our special sexual relationship from our son. When he judged that Corey would be able to understand, Jay gave him the usual "birds and bees" talk. He also said that he and I greatly enjoyed being together and might sometimes be rather noisy, but not to worry, everything was okay.

I believed Corey was aware of this activity although I suspect he had the standard attitude of not wanting to think about his parents having sex. Jay told me that, later in his teens, Corey became intrigued by hearing his mother refer to his father as "master" and asked him about it. Jay said that he found this mildly embarrassing, but told Corey in simple terms, that I was submissive. He explained this by telling him that his mother would do whatever he told her to do, and they both enjoyed playing this "game".

When he continued to show an interest in this submissive "game", Jay had told him that I found it an essential diversion from my stressful professional life.

"She's able to let go completely and allow me to control her totally," Jay had said. "Your mother is very good at what she does professionally. It's stressful and getting more so, but she needs a release from that continuing stress. We discussed this for a long time, and she told me she needed someone she could trust absolutely to be able to let go of all her inhibitions and be who she wants to be. That way, she could surrender herself to someone she could rely on and give that person complete control over her, letting go of all her responsibilities in her emotional life."

Jay understood this completely. The need for me to give up responsibility for myself and to have Jay take control had become a powerful motivation for me. I could abandon myself to him completely, give up all responsibility and even 'be nothing'. I wouldn't have to 'be myself' but just allow him to take control of my body and mind. Jay and I trusted each other totally, but I had a "safe word" which would guarantee that Jay would stop whatever he was doing if I couldn't handle it any more. I had never felt the need to use it.

Some time later, Corey and his father had a similar conversation although this one went somewhat deeper. Corey wanted to know about the locked door under the stairs—we lived in an old two storey house and there was a doorway under the stairs that we had always said led to an old storage area. Corey's curiosity had got the better of him.

Jay told me that he decided it was probably best that Corey understood all the details, although I was rather hesitant about it. Jay swore Corey to secrecy, not letting any of the details out of the house, then unlocked the door and took Corey down a short flight of stairs. He told me that Corey was astounded and could hardly believe his eyes. It was a small but well equipped BDSM "dungeon", complete with a bondage bed, St Andrew's cross, an array of paddles, floggers, whips, butt plugs and dildos.

Jay had explained that my submissiveness extended to bondage and discipline, and we both had a lot of fun in the "dungeon". He had added, which, in my opinion was rather too much information, that the sex afterwards was just fantastic.

For some time, Jay's and my relationship had been under some strain, and it seemed to be getting worse. I couldn't put my finger on it, and when I suggested it might be some form of midlife crisis, Jay became quite upset, and his dominance became more extreme.

It reached a point where I had been on the verge of using my "safe word"; on one occasion, I gasped, "Oh please, master, not so hard," as my Dom thrashed my bottom with his belt. I enjoyed being spanked when it generated a pulsating heat in my pussy, but this had been too hard and was cauterising all the pleasure.

He merely lashed me harder, saying, "You will take what I give you, bitch, and if you don't like it, too bad."

I demanded that Jay should sit down with me to work this out, and he confessed to having developed a voyeuristic habit and spent time on the net watching videos of men taking women hard. He told me he particularly liked videos about young men with older women, making them scream and beg.

"Jay, that's disgusting," I said. "How can you want to watch such stuff? I thought we had a pretty good sex life and now you want to watch this ... this ..."

"Lyn, you don't understand. You know I get really excited by the idea of domination, and seeing young studs dominate older women takes me back to my youth. Honey, I'm not as young as I used to be and this gives me a heap of vicarious pleasure. We still have a great sex life, and that shouldn't change, but watching these videos adds extra spice so far as I'm concerned."

"Jay, look, I need time to process this, but I think I understand, and I won't criticise you if this is what you really need."

A few months passed, and then Jay really blew me away. He had been tense and jumpy for a few days and as we were relaxing one evening, I asked him what was wrong.

"Nothing, honey, although you might think there is. I don't know how to wrap this up, so I'll come straight out. I want to see you with another guy."

I guessed, as my master, Jay could have ordered me to do this, but this was taking things a lot further than they had ever gone before.

"I see. You want to see your wife get fucked by another man. Am I reading you right?"

"Yeah, that's right, honey, but this is different from our Dom/sub relationship. That's really just a game, but this is serious stuff."

I was shocked. Being Jay's sub was more than just a game to me. It was a central part of my life, vital to my wellbeing. This was the way for me to be able to release the stress of my job by allowing him full control of my body to do whatever he needed with it. I had never realised that his view of our relationship was so different from mine.

"Let me think about this, Jay; it's a really big decision and I'm not sure if I can handle it."

He agreed, rather reluctantly, and over the next few days was extra attentive and extra generous to me.

The subject came up again, and Jay begged me to think seriously about it.

"You see, Lyn, this is becoming a powerful need. I don't mean that this should be a regular thing, I just want to see you taken and used by someone else, preferably a young stud. I just can't get this idea of older women being controlled by younger guys out of my mind."

I have to confess that I had thought of little else since Jay first raised the subject. It was starting to turn me on to think of Jay watching as I'm at the mercy of another guy who can do what he likes with me.

"Jay, if I agree to this, there have to be limits. He must not cause me any serious harm, and not break my skin in any way. He must respect my safe word, and at the end of the session, he walks away as if it never happened. What happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom, and that applies to the playroom as well. So he must respect that rule."

"Oh honey, that's just wonderful, but now the biggest hurdle is to find the right guy. I know there would be any number of men who would jump at the chance of being with someone as beautiful and sexy as you," I blushed, "but it's not a question of finding some guy at random, even off the net. The problem is, if it's anyone we know, confidentiality might be jeopardised."

"You're right, Jay, and it must be someone I'm okay with, not just some young jerk who is interested in sex with an older woman. I've got to know I can trust him." I knew that would narrow the field almost completely, but I wasn't going to compromise just for Jay to get his jollies.

A few days later, Jay approached me on the same subject, but this time he was tense and very hesitant. "I have an idea about seeing you with another guy, and it could work, but it's very dangerous and quite illegal."

I stayed silent, waiting for this revelation.

"Honey, it occurred to me that the obvious choice would be ... would be ... Corey."

I could hardly believe my ears. "Jay are you suggesting I should have sex with our own son?"

"I guess that's about it Lyn—but it makes sense. We can trust him, you've got a wonderful relationship with him, and I've seen the way he looks at you sometimes. There shouldn't be a problem."

"But he's our son, for god's sake. Apart from being totally illegal, it's also thoroughly immoral. And what is Corey going to think?"

"Well, illegal is only a problem if a complaint is laid, and I don't see that happening. And immoral depends on whether we can square our consciences. Are you telling me you've never wondered about how it would be to be up close and personal with Corey?"

I was still amazed by Jay's suggestion, but against my will, the idea started to seep into my mind. What would it be like to be with Corey in this way? The whole idea was completely corrupt and I should have given Jay a firm "No" there and then. But I couldn't get rid of the idea of Corey holding me and using his soft hands and mouth on me to excite me and drive me crazy. 

"Jay, I can't say I agree for one minute at the moment. Please give me a few days to think this over before I give you a final answer. Okay?"

"Deadline Saturday, okay, Lyn?"

I mumbled agreement and we left it at that.

I couldn't get this idea out of my mind, and I reached a point late in the week where I found myself masturbating with thoughts of Corey and I together as he used my body in ways that drove me to an explosive orgasm. The answer had to be "Yes", although I still had huge hesitations and concerns, particularly how Corey would react.

Jay and I caught up with Corey one evening the following week and outlined the position to him. We had become rather secretive in his presence as if there was some tension between us. 

Corey started the conversation, "Look, guys, please tell me what's going on? You both seem uptight, and if there's a problem, please don't shut me out."

Jay and I looked at each other, and I sighed and blushed. "Corey, this is so difficult I really don't know how to say this."

"Mum, is your marriage in trouble? Are you pregnant again? Does one of you have some dreadful disease? Please tell me; I need to know if something terrible is happening to the two people I love most."

"No, honey, it's nothing like that. Oh boy ... okay, I'd better jump straight in. As you know, your father and my sex life is ... well, shall we say, a little unconventional. Oh god, this is so hard well, your father has become increasingly voyeuristic and he has a kink, a fetish you might say; he wants to see me with another man. We've talked about this forever, but recently it's become a powerful need. Not ongoing, just once he wants to see me taken and used by someone else."

"Oh god, Mum that's incredible; how do you feel about that?"

We outlined the "rules of engagement" and acknowledged that the biggest hurdle would be finding the right guy.

"Yes, I see that," Corey responded. "Sounds like you have a real problem even if you do decide to go ahead with this crazy scheme."

"Up to a few weeks ago, I would have agreed. Then your father made a suggestion that I rejected out of hand at first, but in spite of it being both dangerous and illegal, it might work."

Corey raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

"Corey," I hesitated and then stammered, "we ... we'd like ... we'd like you to have sex with me so that your father can watch me being taken by another guy. We want you to be 'the other guy'."

Corey sat in stunned silence, his eyes wide. Eventually he managed to croak out, "You are serious, aren't you? This isn't just a put on to wind me up? You mean it?"

"Oh yes, honey, your father and I are completely serious. You are the one person we can trust absolutely, and we both believe that it will be a success for your father, I'll have an extra special treat being with my son—and I'll make sure that you have a night to remember."

"Holy shit, Mum; even apart from the incest angle, I can't imagine how Dad could let me loose on you, so to speak. Look, I'm ... well, my emotions are in turmoil. Can I please have 24 hours to give you an answer? But, what happens if I say 'No'?"

"Then we go back to square one, without any recriminations. I know this is almost unheard of, but the decision must be yours."

"Thanks, guys, I'll let you know tomorrow."

I was becoming increasingly tense about this whole project and worried that Corey would say "No" and even worse, report us to the authorities. But then he caught up with me after work the next day.

"Mum, are you sure you're okay with this? I mean, it is a very risky proposition, even though it is intensely exciting."

I looked at him with a mixture of uncertainty and fear coursing through me. "Honey, I think maybe you're the only person I can trust at this level. Corey, your father is changing in ways that I don't understand, and I'm afraid he thinks that our sex life is becoming, well, boring. He talks more and more about watching other people have sex, and I know he regularly visits porn sites on the 'net. It is affecting our relationship, and I'm hoping this experiment will help him to deal with his problems, whatever they are."

"He's becoming less and less communicative about sex and other stuff, and he's also starting to drink more than is good for him. And as I'm being absolutely honest with you, over the past year or so, the quality of our sex has steadily reduced."

"Okay, mum, I think I understand." He hesitated. "May I please ask one or two very personal questions at this stage?"

"Go ahead, honey."

"Do you shave your ... your pussy, and if not, do you think you could do that for me?"

"No, Corey, I don't, but I do sometimes have a full Brazilian wax—all off, and if you want that, I'll have it done for you."

"Great, Mum, and do you think you could have an enema late in the afternoon, please. You never know, we might want to ... "

I laughed and agreed.

"Now, what are you going to wear?"

"That's for us to know and for you to find out!"

"Mmm, I can hardly wait. But can I persuade you to wear your Poison perfume, please?"

"You bet, stud," I laughed again.

"If you're really sure about this, then I'm happy to be your partner for the evening. And, anyway, what normal red-blooded male could resist spending some time with someone as gorgeous as you."

I laughed. "Flattery will get you almost anywhere. Now, you can go tell your Dad; I think he's in his study—maybe looking at porn," I finished, feeling rather sad. 

I heard Jay whoop with joy after Corey had told him, and Jay and I had agreed that, if all systems were go, it would be on the following Friday evening at 7.00 pm in our room. The arrangement was that Corey would have exclusive use of me for a maximum of five hours, in the bedroom and/or the playroom, whichever was appropriate. After that, everything would return to normal

And that was it until Friday. Today was Wednesday, and the next two days were purgatory. I couldn't concentrate on anything in the meantime.

Friday arrived, seemingly about ten years later. I had showered and made up to Jay's instructions, and dressed as we had agreed. I wore a filmy black teddy and a shelf bra designed to lift my tits and project them out. I also wore tiny black panties, not quite a thong, but very revealing. My hair was pulled hard from my face and tied in a high pony tail, with my makeup emphasised but not exaggerated. My lips were painted Ferrari red, matching my nail polish, and I wore 5" black patent heels with smoky grey, seamed hose attached to a garter belt.

I felt horny and like a total slut—which I guess I was, but this lust was tempered with apprehension about how Corey would react and how he would treat me. If I had anything to do with it, he would be quite blown away, and I would be able to control most of what happened. 

Just before the appointed time, Jay put a soft leather collar round my neck and attached a lead, and at that moment the full realisation of what I was about to do hit home. I trembled with anticipation, but the bathroom where I was now waiting seemed cold and somehow ominous. I felt so humiliated knowing that, in a few minutes, Corey, my son, would control me and force me to accept his domination. And in spite of all of this uncertainty, I felt my nipples begin to harden and a dampness start to grow between my legs.

I heard a knock on the door to our bedroom, and my heart jumped into my mouth. Corey had arrived. Jay returned, and taking the leash, led me out into the bedroom. I stood looking at the floor without making any eye contact.

Jay handed the leash to Corey, saying, "The slut is yours for the next five hours. Use her in any way you choose within the rules."

"Wow, thank you, Dad." Corey removed the leash but left the collar in place. "Now, mother, look into my eyes."


A Mother's Tail



I did so, saying, "Yes, master" in a quiet, submissive voice.

"Let's get one thing clear. I am not your master; your master has been generous enough to lend you to me for this evening, but he remains your master. You are to address me as 'Sir'. Is that clear?

"Yes, Sir," I whispered. This was not quite what I expected. Corey had always been a warm, rather easy-going young man, but I sensed a difference. Now he sounded forceful as if demanding obedience from me. Maybe he was a natural Dom. 

He was dressed in a light cotton button-up shirt, boxers and roomy chinos with moccasins. And there was a warm, subtle aroma from his after-shave and essence of young, horny male that I found exciting.

He sat in the lounge chair and, looking straight into my eyes, demanded, "Come here, mother, get down on your hands and knees, remove my shoes and kiss my feet as a sign of your subjection to me."

I did so immediately, without any hesitation, as I knew that to disobey at this stage would ruin the experience. But somewhere inside me, I wanted, no, I needed to obey this young man, my son, who was making me fall under his influence. Maybe I wasn't quite as much in control as I thought.

"A good start, slut, now unzip my pants, take out my cock and give me a thorough tongue bath. Don't bother with deep throating, I just want to feel your soft, wet tongue all over my cock and balls, with just enough suction to bring me off."

His cock was straining with excitement, and as I took it out of his pants, I could feel the combination of hot softness and powerful rigidity. The dampness between my legs grew as I gazed at his perfect manhood. From what I had come to understand, the size and thickness were not extra special, although he was bigger than his father. And I didn't care; in any case, I never believed those stories about guys with ten inch cocks the diameter of a Coke can. What I most hoped was that he knew how to use what he'd got.

Rather surprisingly, Corey had shaved smooth round his cock and balls, and I stroked gently over his crotch, making him shiver with pleasure.

"Oh Sir, you have shaved yourself. Was that for me?"

"No, slut, it was for me. Querying me like that will earn you a punishment. Do a good job with your mouth and I might, just might, limit your punishment."

My turn to shiver now, wondering what sort of punishment he had in mind. Now it was time, and I took his cock in my soft warm hands and proceeded to lick up the shaft from base to tip, slowly, bathing it in my saliva. Reaching the tip, I licked off the drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit before I took the head in between my bright red lips creating a thoroughly degenerate picture of a mother sucking her son's cock. I sucked firmly before running my tongue down the side and then licked around his balls, taking them into my mouth one after the other, then repeating the treatment.

I could feel the tension start to grow in his abdomen and his balls draw up tight as he became increasingly aroused. He moaned in anticipation, longing to unload himself into my hot mouth, but trying to hold off to maximise his enjoyment. I murmured my excitement as I continued to lave him, hot and wet, driving his pleasure higher and harder. I felt a real sense of control now as his excitement grew, and he held my head on his cock, licking and sucking him towards a powerful release.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth, slut, be ready to take it all and swallow every drop." 

With that, the dam broke and he flooded my mouth. I suckled at his cock taking everything he had to offer and whimpering my appreciation softly as I tasted his slightly salty cum before swallowing it. I had filled my mouth with my son's semen, something completely unthinkable a few weeks ago. But now, in the depths of my depraved humiliation, I felt linked to him in a way that I couldn't explain, but wanted desperately to experience again. And again.

"Well, slut, tell me about taking my seed in your mouth. Does it please you?"

"Oh yes, Sir, it tastes delicious. If there was more for me, I would take as much as you have to give."

"Hmm. Very well, bitch. Now you must be punished for querying me about shaving around my cock. First, remove the teddy, the bra and the panties, but keep the stockings and pumps on. Do it slowly—do a striptease for me."

I knew I could produce an erotic result, lifting the teddy slowly over my head and pulling it against my tits for extra emphasis. It floated to the floor and I made short work of my bra which allowed my tits to stand free with the nipples hard and begging for attention. Then I slowly eased my dampened panties down my legs and, stepping out of them, I bent, showing the whole of my curvy bottom as I picked up my panties and threw them to Corey. He caught them and immediately held them to his nose, inhaling deeply. A slow smile lit up his face as he breathed in the evidence of my feminine arousal.

"Excellent, mother, now link your hands behind your head."

I did so, knowing this would cause my tits to stand out proud and thoroughly enticing. 

"Now revolve slowly so that I may inspect your exquisite bottom."

I continued to obey; and I knew that the juices of my arousal were starting to dribble down my legs from my smooth and naked pussy. More evidence of my depravity and humiliation, but I didn't care. I was falling under the spell of my son's control, and I could feel myself tensing with sexual excitement.

My son moved towards me purposefully, and with a sharp glint in his striking blue eyes. My tits quivered and my nipples, already two engorged pencil stubs ached as they awaited appropriate attention.

His thumbs grazed across my needy, swollen, pulsating nipples and lit an answering spark in my pussy.

"Like that, mother?"

I was so lost in sensation that I didn't answer; then he gripped each nipple hard and pulled and twisted them. The spark fanned into a flame.

"I asked you whether you liked that, mother?"

This time I gave a deep moan and was barely able to answer, "Yes, Sir, yes, please don't stop."

The humiliation burned again in my mind. My beautiful son manipulating his mother's tits for his own enjoyment, but creating a deep depraved need within her, a need for her son to dominate and control her. And that control had barely begun.

I couldn't resist the flood of sensation throughout my body. I screamed and writhed but made no attempt to get away. "Please, Sir, please hurt my nipples. It feels so good when you do that; there is a direct connection between my nipples and my pussy, and this is making me go quite weak wanting your hot cock in my needy cunt."

"Later, you horny bitch; I will give your pussy the attention it deserves. For now, come here and assume the position over my knees while I spank your bouncy bottom."

I moaned deep in my throat and draped myself over his lap. I felt so humiliated knowing my own son had me across his lap, my son, the boy I gave birth to, spanking my bare bottom, causing such emotions and forcing me to accept his domination. But I realised at that moment that this is what I needed so much—that I was his to command.

"How many strikes do you think you deserve, slut?"

"Would Sir be really generous and give me ten to each cheek, please?"

He started by stroking his hand over the soft contours of my bottom and working a finger between my cheeks. I moaned in desire as he stroked along my wet slit. Then, without any indication of what was to happen, his open hand came down hard and rapidly three times on each cheek. I squealed with the pain, but it was not only pain. His spanking spread hot pleasure throughout my body, centring on my cunt. He delivered another four to each cheek in rapid succession. Now my squeals turned to screams as I wriggled and writhed on his lap, trying to maximise the pleasure that was flooding through me.

The final three strong slaps were almost more than I could bear, but after the stinging subsided, the lust-driven response at the core of my being remained, a pulsing need deep inside me.

"Now, what do you have to say for yourself, mother?"

I turned my head and looked deep into his eyes. His eyes, oh god those eyes. They seemed to strip my soul naked in the way I had stripped my body such a short time ago.

"Thank you, sir, thank you for punishing this unworthy slut. I am so grateful for your willingness to show me what I have done wrong, and I shall not make that mistake again."

"Good. Now stand in front of me and kiss me as if you want me to fuck you—hard."

I did so, knowing that a kiss was so much more than just a mutual recognition between two people. So much more than his simple domination of my body. This could create a powerful bond between us as we each gave and took in a dance of lust, desire—and surrender. I knew this, and recognised what the consequences of that surrender might be. The relationships between myself, my husband and my son would be changed forever if I let go of my inhibitions completely for what was only a "one off" after all. 

I kissed him, my mouth soft, warm and inviting, although at first I tried consciously to hold back a little and not to let go too much, trying to avoid losing all control. But I think Corey sensed this as he worked his lips against mine, his tongue entering my mouth just a little to start with, and finding my tongue with his. My arms snaked round him, clinging to his body, my hands sliding up inside his shirt. As his mouth insisted, overpowering my feeble resistance, it seemed as if a sort of dam broke and I reacted strongly to the demands of his plundering mouth. 

I moaned deeply as we broke from the kiss, knowing that this wasn't just a game we were playing with me able to control the moves. Corey was wholly in charge and I had to obey. And I loved it.

"Now, slut, it is your turn to get fucked. On the bed next to me and you will straddle me and ride me to orgasm. That way I can get a good view of your delectable tits and torture them as we fuck."

"Yes Sir," I whimpered.

As if he needed to check my readiness, he ran his tongue along my soft waiting, liquid slit and I gasped with pleasure, wet with my own love juice.

Corey rolled onto his back, his cock rigid and straining upwards, ready to fill me to the brim. Kneeling beside him, I swung one leg across his hips, poising myself immediately over his enthusiastic cock. I lowered myself slowly until I just touched the tip, generating an electric charge in my pussy. I looked deeply into his eyes to see the excitement and need glowing there.

Corey demanded, "Lower yourself onto me, slut, until I am firmly embedded in you."

I hummed and whispered meaningless obscenities as his cock slowly disappeared into my hot, wet sheath. It must have happened too slowly for him as he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me all the way down until my naked pubis slapped against his. I screamed as he did so, a blend of surprise, excitement and just the smallest amount of erotic pain.

"Yes, oh god, yes. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sir," I moaned and writhed backwards and forwards and in a circular motion to gain maximum satisfaction for me, and to give him the pleasure that I had come to believe I needed to provide for my dominant son.

My tits bounced in front of his eyes. As I had hoped, deep in my now corrupted brain, he reached up, pinching and pulling my hard, eager nipples, generating excited screams as I hurtled towards an overwhelming orgasm.

"Oh god, Corey ... Corey ... I'm so close. Please fuck me hard and make me cum. Please ..." my last plea was little more than a whisper as bliss flowed through me and my climax grew inexorably.

"Yes, mother, cum with me. Cum when I fill your cunt with my seed."

With that, I reached the crest of my orgasm and sailed over it, screaming in release as my son first groaned and then shouted in triumph as he overwhelmed his own mother, taking her to places she had never been before.

During this beautiful visit to paradise, I hadn't taken a great deal of notice of my husband. But I did both see and hear that as I reached my own climax, Jay did so too. He had taken out his cock and was stroking it furiously, cumming with a deep, gut-wrenching moan as his son drove his wife into her own euphoria.

We all took a short while to recover, and Corey turned to his father saying, "I don't know about you, dad, but I could do with a drink."

"Good idea, son; brandy and soda, I think."

Then to me, "Slut, go and get us drinks; brandy and soda for your master, a can of soda for me and you may have a glass of whatever you want." I disappeared without a word, first guzzling down a large glass of white wine, then returning with the drinks.

As I approached the bedroom, I heard Jay ask, "How are you finding it?"

"It certainly has the most delicious tits and responds quickly and strongly to all my stimulation. I'm going to use its arse when it gets back, and we'll see how it likes that."

I walked in and handed them their drinks, trembling both at how they had referred to me in the third person as if I was just a thing, and the thought of Corey giving me anal sex.

"Now, mother, I'm going to use your arse. On the bed on your hands and knees so I can loosen you up a little. Get your head down on the bed so that your gorgeous bottom sticks right up in the air."

He started licking up my thighs to the junction of my legs and then rimmed around my sensitive little hole. I gasped and sobbed at this new and delicious sensation, but it caused me clench my rosebud in anticipation.

More surprises were to come as Corey rolled his tongue sideways and pushed into my arse as far as he could go. This was new and intensely erotic even though it added to my humiliation, and I squirmed and squealed with pleasure.

"Ooh yes, Sir, that feels so nice and squishy. Please would you honour me by doing it some more."

He pushed his tongue into me again, then withdrew and using a liberal amount of lube, inserted one finger, moving slowly past my clenching sphincter.

"Relax the muscle or the pain will be intense. Haven't you ever had anal before?"

"Yes, Sir, but not often and I'm scared it will hurt too much."

"Hmm, well relaxing your sphincter will help, some more stretching and plenty of lube should keep that to a minimum, but if you don't co-operate, I'll just shove my cock up your arse and you'll have to deal with the fire that will create."

I knew what to expect if I didn't relax. Sometimes, Jay had been less than gentle with me and my arse burned like fire as he ripped into me. So much so that I could hardly sit down and I avoided anal wherever I could. But I trusted Corey and prayed that he would be gentle with me.

I consciously relaxed as he inserted a second finger. It wasn't as bad as I'd feared but I moaned at this additional intrusion, although I felt a building excitement as the moment of truth came nearer.

Corey opened his fingers to stretch me, and then added a lot more lube and a third finger. My arse was now full of fingers and I squealed and writhed. It was a good feeling of fullness, and I needed to go to the final stage.

"I think I can take your cock now, Sir. Please fuck my arse."

"Yes, Corey, fuck the slut's arse and fuck it hard." My husband was getting heavily into the swing of this little experiment, and I felt just a frisson of concern.

By now I was primed and ready. Corey applied a generous amount of lube to my rosebud and to his cock and started to ease inside me. Now it was the real thing and not just my fingers, I screamed and my sphincter muscle clamped tight. He had obviously expected something like that, and slapped my bottom sharply on both cheeks. The sting diverted my attention from the real action and he was able to ease past the main barrier.

I gasped and groaned as he slowly insinuated his cock into me. I had never experienced this slow, steady invasion of my arse, no tearing rush, no searing pain, just a controlling potency, filling me and generating a forbidden lust for this penetration. I started to push backwards, encouraging him to fuck me steadily and deeply. This had the desired effect and my moans alternated with soft screams of passion as I built towards a delicious climax.

"Reach down and play with your clit, mother; give yourself over to total pleasure."

"Yes, oh god, yes—make my arse your own, you motherfucker," I shouted as I obeyed my new Dom, a climactic scream building in intensity as I neared my point of no return, my fingers working hard over my sensitive, pulsing clit.

Corey gasped and thrust hard into my arse and I could sense that he too was nearing climax. "God, you beautiful bitch, your arse is so hot, so tight, you're gonna make me cum so hard—I'm gonna fill your arse with my red hot jism."

My whole body shuddered, shaking and crying with the power of my building climax, suddenly losing all control as my orgasm thundered through me. The force of my convulsions was enough to trigger Corey's and he came hard with his cum flooding into my rectum with a shout of triumph.

I fell forward, and Corey's shrinking cock left my arse with a noticeable "plop".

He bounced off the bed and stared down at me with a stern expression. When he caught my eye apprehension chased away the blissful feeling generated by my wonderful orgasm.

"Please Sir, did I not please you?"

"Yes, slut, but your reference to me as a "motherfucker", while technically correct is grounds for severe punishment."

I trembled, partly with fear but more with anticipation of how my son would discipline me. "Oh I am so sorry, Sir; how will you punish me?"

"Father, may I get some equipment from the playroom, please," he asked with great formality.

He replied with unexpected vehemence, "Of course, son. Hurt the slut. Make her scream. Teach her respect." My concern over my husband's attitude started to grow, as Corey left the bedroom. He returned shortly after, carrying a lightweight spreader bar, some ankle cuffs and some cotton rope. There was something else which he hid from my prying gaze, and this in itself increased my sense of foreboding.

I had stayed lying on the bed when Corey ordered me to stand and then sit in an upright chair in the middle of the room. I was trembling with fear growing inside me and my eyes fastened on his, begging for mercy, but no words came.

Corey quickly arranged me as he wanted, using the lightweight spreader bar with attached cuffs to lock my wrists behind my neck. This had the effect of pushing me forward, and causing my quivering breasts to stand out proudly. Then he locked the ankle cuffs around the chair legs and my ankles, locking me in position so that I couldn't move from the chair.

During the whole process, I shuddered and whimpered. I was alarmed at what was happening to me and scared that my son would hurt me more than I could stand and that I might have to use my safe word. But I had a sense that if I did, Jay would become toweringly angry.

"Please, Sir, what will you do to me?" 

"I shall bind your breasts to engorge them and make them much more sensitive."

I gasped and moaned, "Oh god, I've never ... oh god."

Corey carefully looped the rope first around my chest, then around each breast, and around my shoulders before a final loop around my chest, tying it off behind my back.

"I need to be careful that the rope isn't so tight that it will cut off circulation, but tight enough to increase the sensitivity of your delicious nipples.," he commented while binding me into this harness.

When I was finished, he looked down at his handiwork as I writhed, fear etching into my face. Then he bent and ran his tongue slowly across my swollen nipples and I squealed; much more so when he bit gently into them, generating a flood of superb erotic pain.




A Mother's Tail



"Oh my god, Sir, what are you doing to me, I never realised ... what will happen to me? I've never ..."

"Well, well, slut, look what I've found," he teased, revealing the object that he'd hidden when he returned to the room.

"Oh god, oh god—it's ... it's ... it's a flogger." My voice cracked with fear.

"That's right, mother, now, beg me to flog your superb super-sensitive breasts."

"Oh god, no—no, I can't ... I've never ... you will hurt me too much. Please, I beg you, don't flog my breasts ... my nipples." I was almost incoherent with dread at what was about to happen to me, but I bit off the safe word, hoping for some mercy from my son.

"I've told you what will happen, now, beg me to flog you. You can use your safe word if you choose, but I suspect your master wouldn't be best pleased."

"No," shouted my husband. "Flog the bitch. Make her scream with pain. Do it hard so I can see her writhe and hear her beg for mercy."

I thought, I desperately hoped, that my son wouldn't be as brutal as Jay demanded. I hesitated and looked deep into Corey's eyes. I could see a confident control there and I also sensed an understanding that he would not harm or damage me. But I could also sense a growing impatience.

"Please Sir," I sobbed in final acceptance, desperation now pulsing through me, understanding that my safety was in my son's hands and cowering away from the anticipated first strike. There was nowhere else for me to hide, so like a good sub, I asked for my discipline. "I beg you, please use the flogger on my breasts. Punish me and hurt me. Please!"

He drew the tails of the flogger lightly across my tits, and I gasped at the unexpectedly sensuous sensation. A sudden flick of his wrist, caused the soft suede tails to strike my engorged nipples.

The effect was dramatic and immediate. I screamed and twitched as the strips struck my breasts. The flogging continued; and I writhed against the restraints, my head shaking, making my pony tail fly in all directions.

My screams became punctuated by loud, deep moans as the flogging continued because something totally unexpected was happening. At first, my nipples stung with the strikes, but as he continued they started to become hot, sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body, centring on my quivering cunt and generating a sexual tension unlike any other I'd ever experienced.

Corey paused in the flogging and wiped a finger along my pussy. It was flowing with my juices, the treatment generating a rising tension for me. He put his finger in my mouth and I licked and sucked it voraciously, entranced by the taste of myself, and rapidly descending into a black pit of desire and degradation. My own son had driven his mother into a forbidden but highly erotic realm, charged with an unnatural desire for him that wasn't going to go away.

"So, the naughty slut is getting off on her punishment, is she?"

"Oh god, this is getting me so worked up and the hot sensation in my tits is transmitting itself straight to my pussy. Oh please don't stop, Sir."

He resumed but the little rolling orgasms showing through my moans and gasps were only the beginning of what became one earth-shattering climax.

I moaned my disappointment when he stopped the flogging, but then screamed loudly when he produced a vibrator with a clit stimulator and inserted it into my drooling pussy. My screams turned into an almost continuous wail, punctuated by a torrent of meaningless words until I screamed, "I'm cumming, oh my god, I'm cumming." It was almost too much to cope with and I shook violently and went completely rigid as my orgasm thundered through me, radiating outwards in a fierce flame of release.

I slumped forward, apparently unconscious, and the next thing I remembered was lying on the bed while Corey gently massaged a soothing lotion into my breasts. As I recovered, tears started to flow, tears of gratitude, and I looked up at Corey, whispering, "Thank you, Sir, thank you so much." 

My father looked at this scene with disgust in his eyes. "You let her off much too lightly; I'd have flogged her until she passed out."

"As I remember it, father, she is my toy to use as I please, and this is how it pleases me." Jay huffed but said nothing more, although his increasingly harsh attitude had me worried.

I think Corey may have also felt some concern, as he sat in a lounge chair and looked straight at me.

"Come here, mother, and sit on my lap. We have around fifteen minutes until midnight. I'd like to just hold your gorgeous body close to me for a short while."

I almost danced across the room and dropped onto his lap, linking my arms around his neck while he held me around the waist. His hands gentled up to my tormented breasts, but his soft, caring touch sent waves of pleasure through my body, and I shuddered with delight.

I looked deep into his eyes and could see love, passion and warmth there. And something else, deeper, perhaps darker; something that I desperately wanted to explore, but I knew I couldn't do it in front of Jay.

So I settled for the tenderness of my son's embrace until his father declared, "Midnight. Time's up.'

One final sweet kiss before Corey replaced the leash on my collar and handed me back to Jay.

Corey left the room and I turned to Jay.

"I think that went quite well, Jay. Corey obeyed all the rules and I think we gave you a show that might have satisfied you."

"You bitch," he snarled. "You incestuous whore. You spent the whole time climbing all over your son, making out you were his mistress and lapping up his affection. You've never shown me anything like that attention."

I was horrified; how could this have gone so wrong. Of course I enjoyed Corey's attentions; he was unexpectedly mature and he treated me with respect and love even though some of the scenes were somewhat extreme. I felt safe with him and, yes, I did fall under his spell. One day, some young woman will get a fantastic lover and friend. But how was I going to deal with Jay's irrational jealousy?

"Jay, look, Corey obeyed all the rules. He didn't harm me in any way and I felt he respected me, regardless of what we were doing at the time."

"Don't try to excuse yourself, bitch. Admit it, you'd rather be with him than with me."

"No, Jay, you've got it all wrong. And, after all, it was your idea that we approach Corey, even though I had hesitations about it."

Jay's face went black with anger and he strode across the room and hit me once, hard across the face.

"Whore", he screamed. "I can't stand to be in the same room with you." And, so saying, he stormed out.

A little later I heard his car start up and I was left alone, tears streaming down my face, bitterly regretting that I'd ever been part of this crazy idea.

I slept badly that night, and was up early drinking coffee and pretending to read the paper when Corey bounced into the kitchen.

"Hi mum. How are you this bright and sunny morning? Boy, I went out like a light as soon as my head hit the pillow, and ..." He caught sight of my face, devoid of any makeup and showing a distinct bruise on my cheekbone. "Oh my god, mum, what happened?"

I burst into tears, hugging my arms around myself and rocking with the misery and sense of betrayal. Corey wrapped his arms around me but mercifully, said nothing until the emotional flood receded.

"He hit you, didn't he, the rotten bastard. He bashed you because he thought you were having too much fun."

I could only nod my head in agreement—words wouldn't come.

"I'm going to give him a taste of his own medicine. How dare he hit you, particularly as all this was his idea."

"No, Corey, don't. That will only make matters worse, and you're lowering yourself to his level. Please, just stay here and hold me, and I'll deal with your father in my own way."

Corey looked reluctant to agree, but he sat beside me and held me close, making soothing noises and promising to be there for me whatever happened.

"Just remember, I love you, mum, and I'll do anything I can to help you. Whatever it takes, just let me know. Okay?"

"Okay, sweetheart."

Corey stayed with me and fussed and pampered me until I laughed at him with genuine enjoyment and said, "Okay, you big ape. Thank you for your concern but I'm a big girl now. I reckon I can cope, so go out and meet your mates."

"Okay, mum," he grinned, "love you," and he left the house.

Now I started to worry about Jay. He hadn't returned after last night and I wondered how he was going to be when he did get back.

He finally returned in late afternoon and I could see straight away that he had been drinking. "Spend some quality time with your lover, did you?" he sneered and headed straight for the whisky decanter.

"Jay, we need to talk about this, otherwise it's going to damage our marriage."

"Listen, whore, you've already damaged our marriage and I can't see there's anything left. You've made it abundantly clear that you prefer your son to me, and I can't see any point in talking."

"No, Jay, please don't be like this," I begged and went to him, laying a hand on his arm.

"Don't touch me, you filthy bitch."

Then I made the mistake that altered all of our lives. "Jay, please calm down. I think you must've been drinking pretty heavily, so why don't you get to bed and sleep it off. Maybe in the ..."

I got no further and with a roar of rage, he grabbed me by one arm and dragged me out of the lounge and down the stairs into our "playroom". I had stumbled and almost fallen as he dragged me and I screamed in fear when I realised what he was going to do.

"Jay, for god's sake no. Please don't hurt me—I don't deserve this."

It made no difference. He dragged one wrist to an arm of the St Andrew's cross and locked it there. My struggles made no difference, and he locked up my other arm so I was facing away from him and into the cross. I was screaming and begging him, but he seemed deaf to anything I said. When I was locked in place, he ripped my tee shirt off and released my bra, then grabbed my struggling legs and pulled off my jeans and panties. I was now naked and completely at his mercy.

I could hear his heavy breathing as he yanked his belt off his pants, and then the torture began. He lashed at my bottom and my back with his belt, hard, unremitting strokes, screaming, "slut," "whore," "bitch" and other vicious insults, lashing into me with his belt. I screamed my "safe word" over and over, but all that achieved was savage laughter.

And then the world lurched sideways. I couldn't see the action, but I heard Corey come storming down the stairs yelling at his father.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing —have you gone completely mad?"

"I'm teaching this incestuous bitch a lesson she won't forget. I'm teaching her who makes the rules and what happens when you don't obey them. Now unless you want the same treatment, you interfering little prick, you'll get the hell out of here."

"According to my mother, my prick is a good bit bigger than yours, old man." Corey was deliberately provoking his father, and it worked.

"You've asked for it, boy," and out of the corner of my eye, I could see him swing his belt at Corey. But Corey was too fast and caught the belt in mid swing, yanking his father close to him and, by the sudden "whump" of air, guessed that he had hit his father in the solar plexus.

"Now, old man, let me give you some of your own medicine."

However, I heard Jay stumble up the stairs shouting, "Fuck the pair of you, I'm not staying in this snake pit one moment longer."

As soon as he left, Corey came to me and unlocked the cuffs, catching me in his arms as I slumped down.

"Oh god, mum, what has he done to you? Your back is a bloody mess; I think you ought to go to hospital."

"No, Corey, I don't want to advertise what has happened and the police will want to talk to your father, and this whole sorry mess will become public. Do you think you could carry me upstairs and see if you can clean me up?"

"Okay, mum, your call, but I don't want to wrap my arms around you, that might be too painful. So we're really only left with a piggyback or a fireman's lift. Which do you fancy?"

"Fireman's lift I think, honey, although it's rather undignified."

"Undignified, your bouncy butt," he chuckled and in spite of the pain, I had to laugh too.

Corey carried me to my bed and laid me gently on my stomach, then with warm water and antiseptic, swabbed and cleaned my back.

"There's a lot of bruising, mum, but in spite of some bleeding, not too many breaks in the skin. You're going to be very sore for a while, and you'll have to get used to sleeping on your tummy, but I'll make a good nurse."

I started to object but he silenced me quickly by gently stroking my bottom and saying, "Any cheek from you and I'll give this cheek the treatment. Got it?"

"Yes sir," I said submissively and Corey laughed.

I was awakened next morning at around 7.30 by persistent ringing on the door bell. I groaned at the thought of getting up but Corey beat me to it, and I could hear the murmur of conversation before Corey appeared looking white as a sheet and asking me to come down stairs. 

"Mrs Cox?" asked one of two police officers, and when I nodded in agreement, he asked me to sit. I lied, saying I had damaged my back with an over-enthusiastic workout and would prefer to stand.

"I'm very sorry to have to tell you that we believe your husband, Mr Jay Cox, was killed in a motor vehicle accident early this morning. The driver was travelling too fast on wet roads, didn't take a corner properly and hit a tree. I'm also sorry to have to tell you that his blood alcohol level was significantly above the legal limit. We will need a formal identification, but it won't be a pleasant experience."

"I'll do it, mum—I'll go now and get it over with; I'm sure there will be a lot of formalities to deal with.

The next weeks were a nightmare. The funeral, more paperwork than I ever imagined possible, condolences from family and friends and the grief at such a stupid loss. And grief tempered by an unhealthy amount of guilt on my part. Throughout this ordeal, Corey stood by my side to support me and I was eternally grateful to him.

A few days after the funeral with my back now improved a great deal, I was sitting alone, tormenting myself with guilt and with tears rolling down my face. Corey had been out and on returning, kneeled in front of me and took my hands in his.

"Okay, lovely lady, what's eating you?"

"Oh Corey, I feel so guilty; if I hadn't agreed to his stupid scheme, your father would still be alive."

"Okay, mum. One big issue is that he was drunk out of his mind. And this wasn't like Cary Grant in "North by Northwest". No-one held a gun to his head and forced him to drink. He made the choice and suffered the consequences. But just think what might have happened if you'd said 'No'—or, for that matter, if I'd said 'No'. And look what he did to you. I don't think he was rational that night; he lost his reason, but from everything you've told me, that was just a matter of time anyway. Mum, don't blame yourself for something you have no control over."

Tears flowed again, but this time they were tears of gratitude. "Corey, my dear sweet Corey, I don't know what I'd do without you. You're so good for me." I gave him a hard, fierce kiss on his mouth.

After this, our relationship started to become flirty and tactile. Corey had started to pat my bottom—he claimed that if I squeaked, it meant that I still hadn't healed properly, but he continued this gentle game after I was completely recovered. I, on the other hand, whistled appreciatively whenever I saw him without a shirt, and that, too, seemed to become more frequent. And we curled up together on the settee on cold evenings in front of an open fire, watching movies, eating popcorn and making obscene remarks about the actors.

I knew I was coming to depend heavily on Corey, and he seemed to reciprocate until it hit me like a freight train—I had become dependent on him. This gorgeous hunk of male animal I was sharing a house with was my own son! And I was having corrupt, salacious thoughts about him, about him doing things to me that no son should ever do to his mother, but the need grew within me until it became almost irresistible.

This was the problem. My work life was challenging, but my services were in high demand; I got results. But recently I thought I was starting to lose my edge, and I knew why. When Jay and I were together, I could lose myself in his sexual dominance and find the release I needed by giving him control over my body and emotions. I discounted his increasing harshness and abuse by rationalising my need for a master.

Now Jay was gone, the avenue of my release had disappeared and there seemed to be no alternative—except that one forbidden but totally overwhelming possibility, my son, Corey.

Could I? Would he? 

One evening I shut my eyes and jumped. We had been talking and laughing about a silly game show on TV and I reached out and trickled my fingers down his ear and along his jaw line. Corey became serious and his beautiful blue eyes locked onto mine.

"Be careful, mother, that you don't start something you can't finish."

All my senses seemed to become hypersensitive and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"Corey, I don't want to finish. Oh god, I want to start something that I can't control. I need to be able to let go completely. I need to be able to fall and to have you catch me. Corey, I need you so much, in the worst possible way. That Friday evening when we were together, you lit a flame in me that at first I couldn't blow out, and now I don't want to."

I paused, my breathing becoming shallow as I watched him, waiting almost with despair for him to reply.

"I think we need to talk, mum, so that there can be no possible misunderstanding between us. I want you to tell me, simply but clearly just exactly what you want from me."

This was the turning point; if I was honest with Corey, there could be no going back. If I hid my almost overpowering desires, my life would become just a pale shadow with no meaning."

"Corey, I need someone I can trust absolutely, and I hate to say this, but your father broke that trust. I know I can trust you; you've shown me that ever since I walked into the bedroom on that Friday night. Corey, I love you without hesitation, totally, but this has become so much more than just traditional love of a mother for her son. I need you in ways that most people would consider wholly and totally immoral, even insane. I want you to make love to me, to dominate me, to use my body for your enjoyment, knowing that when that happens, it gives me so much pleasure. Oh god, Corey, I want you to fuck me until I scream with ecstasy, and never stop doing it."

"I see, mum," he said as a small smile passed over his face. "Tell me, mum, what part of that Friday evening did you enjoy most?"

I could have said anything, but a flash of insight told me what he wanted to hear, and it helped that it was my absolute truth.

"Right at the end, honey, when you held me on your lap and touched and stroked me. I felt so safe, so loved that I wished it could go on forever."

"Good answer, mum, me too. So if you're serious about me controlling you, let's first try to recreate that scene. Strip for me, then come and undress me.

I jumped to my feet and tore my clothes off, my whole body trembling with desire. I met Corey half way across the room and pulled his tee over his head, then ran my nails down his hairless but so well defined chest, flicking at his nipples.

"Is that an invitation, mother?" he asked with a gleam in his eyes.

All I could do was to nod my head before, down on my knees, I slipped off his moccasins and, groaning deep in my throat, kissed his feet in submission. Then I tore open his jeans and dragged them down, leaving only the inescapable signs of his arousal, his beautiful, rigid cock and the damp patch on the front of his boxers. I slipped them slowly down his legs, inhaling his potent male aroma, and then looked up into his eyes as his met mine, powerful and demanding.




A Mother's Tale



I was 38 years old, the first time my sons and I fucked. My husband had passed away 15 years ago and I had raised two twin boys on my own. I didn't have much of a social life, between work and the attention that my boys craved I had no time for dating. I had gone out a couple of times in all those years but never had a steady relationship. Something about being a single mother always scared off the men that I had been seeing. It really didn't matter much to me though; I had never been one of those women that craved a lot of sexual attention and mostly preferred to do it myself when needed. Which to tell the truth wasn't very often, only about once a month would I have to masturbate and I always did it quickly with not that much enjoyment. It was always more of a chore to do this but if I didn't I'd never be able to get to sleep. 

When my boys turned 18 I began to date a man from work on a regular basis. The boys didn't need me at home as often and I didn't need to worry if they'd be all right. I could always tell that my two children never really liked the fact that I was out with someone other then them and I would never bring him home with me on nights that we would have sex. We would go to his place or to a hotel room. He was a charming man, standing around six-foot tall with dark black hair that was graying at the temples. His face had the roundness of a boy and his eyes were crystal blue. When he looked at you it was though he was looking into your soul. He reawakened my sexual desire and I was so happy about that. When we made love, and that was just what it was he never just fucked me, he knew exactly all the right spots to touch me and drive me insane with passion. It was the first time that I had enjoyed any type of sexual experience since my husband died. I was beginning to think that I was falling in love with this man and had made it a point to talk to my boys about it. 

My boys, Tommy and Adrian, had always been Momma's boys. They had always been very protective over my since they were tots and had never wanted my attention drawn from them at anytime in their life. Even then being as old as they were they would still crawl into bed with me to sleep if they had had a bad dream or were anxious about something they had to do in school the next day. I had never minded them doing this and would lay there with them, their arms wrapped around me tightly until they fell asleep, then I would move from the bed to the couch or go lay down in one of their bedrooms to fall asleep myself. It was so on the night that I was going to speak to them about the man I was dating that they both had climbed into bed with me. I probably should have been more conscience of what I was wearing as they grew older but had been laying with them for so long that I never thought about it. That night I was feeling pretty sexy so I had put on one of my satin teddies before laying down to read my novel not really thinking at all that they would come in to lay with me. I had planned to read a chapter or so then put on my robe and go to each one of their bedrooms separately to speak to them. 

As I lay there getting more and more into my book, I heard my bedroom door open and they both walked in wearing nothing but their briefs. I found this to be odd because most of the time they would not allow me to see them in just their underwear and always yelled at me if I so happened to open their bedroom doors while they were changing. I put down my book and watched as they both came to either side of the bed. They were handsome young men, having the same deep auburn color of my hair, piercing green eyes and build of body like their father. They were tall and muscular from the sports they played and I heard many girls swoon over them as we would walk down the street or in a department store. I was very proud of my boys and it hit me then that they would soon be leaving for college. They had both been accepted into a school many miles away from me and with the thought of this I began to cry. 

They both hurriedly came to me, wrapping their arms and legs around my body and putting their heads to my breast. Adrian asked me what was wrong and I told them how I had just now thought about the fact that they soon wouldn't be with me and I'd be all alone in this house. Tommy chuckled and asked about the guy from work. He said that I wouldn't be lonely with him around. I caught the sarcasm and pain in his voice as he told me this and reassured them that no one could ever take the place in my heart for them. That they would be mine always and forever and no one would come in between the love I had for them. With that said we were all quite for a minute but it was an uncomfortable silence. Something I had never experienced with them before. I started to notice the way they were laying on me and how I could feel their cocks growing hard.

I tried to move, to get them to loosen their grip on me and to get away from their hardness, which was making me uneasy. They held on to me tighter and I could not get out of their grasp. Adrian looked up at me and with a gleam in his eyes that I had never seen before he asked me if I could feel what I did to them both, if I could tell how aroused I made them. I tried to tell him that it wasn't my fault that I was their mother and they should not feel that way about me. I wanted them so badly to just go back to their rooms then and to leave me alone. Tommy told me then how beautiful I was and how badly they both wanted me especially when I'd wear the things I was wearing now. I looked down at myself and saw how the teddy clung to my breast, how the lace revealed my nipples and I could feel how the hem of it only came down right below my ass. 

I became very embarrassed and tried to apologize to them. Tommy interrupted by saying how they had saved themselves for just this occasion. They wanted me to take their virginity. He then told me how they had been with girls and how they would let them suck their dicks but never would they fuck them. Adrian began to tell me how they two would sit on one or the others' bed and jack each other off while talking about fucking me or how they would perform oral sex on each other. As they were telling me this I began to feel my juices bubbling up in my cunt. I was getting hot listening to how they would bring pleasure to each other while talking about me. I tried to tell myself that it wasn't right, I had to quite. These were my sons and I couldn't give them what they wanted. 

With all these thoughts going through my head I felt one of their lips began to lightly brush my neck. My eyes closed unwillingly and I began to moan. Both of them began to kiss my neck, cheeks, lips, and breast. So very light were their lips on my skin and I felt my body begin to flush all over and grow hotter with each touch. I placed my hands on each of their heads and gave in completely. I returned the kisses that they were bestowing on me. I returned their caress, bringing my hands down slowly over their backs, down around their hips to gently massage their cocks and balls over their underwear. Their hands moved down and as one rubbed my hard clit the other placed three fingers in my dripping pussy and began to fuck me. My own hands began to massage them hard with more urgency then before. My breath became shorter while my moans grew louder and longer. Though they were going so very slow I was already going to cum. As the orgasm hit my body I began to scream out how good my sons were making me cum and how much I loved them for it. As I began to calm down I opened my eyes and looked up at them. They were both smiling down at me, their own faces red with desire at what they had just done to their mother. 

They moved from me and took off their briefs. I looked at both of their organs and gasped as I saw how big they were. I knew that they father had been very well endowed but my sons were bigger then he had been. They both chuckled at my astonishment and moved back towards me. They came up to my head and kneeled over me. Their rods only inches away from my mouth. I brought my hands up and started to stroke them both. I sat up further on the bed and began to lick Tommy's cock. I took my tongue all around the head, moving in slow circles then turning my head to do the same to Adrian. I teased them with my tongue making their ecstasy grow. After doing this for awhile going back and forth between the two, Tommy grabbed the back of my head and put my mouth to his cock. He told me to suck it, that he had had enough of my playing. He plunged his tool into my mouth and began to fuck it hard. Holding onto my head the whole time, pumping his hips hard to get deep into my throat. 

As he fucked my mouth Adrian moved down and spread my legs. He crawled up between them, placing the head of his cock on my clit. He started to move his maleness over my flower. He did this for only a minute before slamming into my all to willing cunt. My moans of passion were muffled by Tommy's dick. I sucked down harder on him as I wrapped my legs around Adrian’s back to bring his cock deeper into my throbbing twat. With every thrust of Adrian’s dick I felt myself coming closer to another orgasm. My body began to shake and I felt the gush of my juices shoot out onto my son's rod. 

He pulled out after I was done cumming. Tommy did the same and they told me to move for a second. Tommy lay down where I had been and motioned me to get on top of him. I mounted him and slowly guided his cock into me, feeling every inch of him sliding into me almost made me cum again. He grabbed my shoulders and brought me down so that I laid flat against him. I felt Adrian move up behind me. I became scared. I realized then what he was about to do. It had been forever since I had had anal sex and Adrian was not experienced in it. I tried to pull away telling him I'd teach him how so that he would not hurt me but they would not listen. Tommy wrapped his strong arms around me as I felt Adrian begin to push his dick into my tight asshole. He did it fast and hard and I whimpered as the full length of him was shoved into me. He stopped and let me get used to it. As the pain subsided I began to rock back on him. With my movements telling him I was fine now he started to gently pull himself in and out of my ass while Tommy began to move underneath me. 

The feeling of both of their cocks filling me up drove me to the brink of insanity. I yelled out for them to fuck me harder. As they both slammed into me the first wave of the best orgasm I have ever had hit me. As my body shook and all of my fluids were released in gushing flows I felt both of my sons begin to cum too. The feeling of them both exploding into me, filling up both my ass and my pussy with their jism made me sick with passion. I didn't want it to stop. I wanted them to keep fucking me but they were spent at the moment. We laid together as always with me in the middle and them on either side of me calming down. Our breath and heartbeats slowing down. I looked at them both as they fell asleep happily. After that night Tommy and Adrian never left me. They went to a local college and I dumped the man I was seeing. I didn't need him anymore. My sons were more then enough to satisfy me from then on out.



A Mother's Tale



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If this were a fairy tale, it would start out with the words "In a cabin by a lake, Richard of Leeds..." Actually there is a cabin, a lake with a body in it, and a young man named Richard Claymore who was born in Leeds Maine. In the fairy tale, the young man and a woman fall in love. Richard and Vivian did fall in love. Reality intrudes and the center may not hold, because she is his mother. Illusion and reality blur when the tale is about you. And when you're living it, you're far from certain that it will end "happily ever after." I should know.

I guess it doesn't happen often but it does happen; that's why there are statistics. The odds against a mother and son becoming lovers are lots higher than the odds of someone getting killed in an automobile accident. 42,862 people were killed last year on the roads; my father was one. The driver wasn't speeding; he just couldn't stop. My father didn't stop; he just wasn't looking.

I was Eighteen and my mother Vivian was thirty-seven and neither of us was terribly unhappy when it happened. When a tyrant dies, there aren't many mourners. He left us both with remnants from years of subtle, and at times overt abuse...but with enough money to live on...and a cabin in the woods...not far from the lake.

We went to the cabin for a week after the funeral. It was early spring but there was still some snow on the ground. We had stocked up and ended up not going into town at all. 

For the first two days we prepared our meals, walked, read and talked, talked, talked. After exhausting the subject of what a bastard my father was, I asked my mother a question that led us into the unforeseen. I had seen very little affection pass between my parents and I was curious...maybe too curious. Perhaps what happened between us would have happened anyway but I remember the quiet space between the question and the answer. She could have brushed me off or told me off, but she just gave me a half-smile and looked into the black of my eyes and answered, "It wasn't very good Ricky, it wasn't very good at all...almost all of my orgasms came when he wasn't in the room." She laughed, and so did I after getting over the surprise of the intimacy she shared with me.

The tenor of our talk changed after that. We were conspiratorial allies. She shared and I shared. We were tied in a new way...her head rested against my shoulder in a new way...she held my hand as we walked...I looked at my mother...and I saw a woman. 

If this were a fairy tale, Vivian would be perfectly beautiful...she was close. Her legs were long at five foot seven. Her breasts, which had not escaped my attention even before that, were fuller than almost all of the 'natural' women I knew; and I had always heard what a pretty mother I had...and in my 'new' assessment, she was wonderfully rounded from behind.

In close proximity to her, I scrutinized her form, her movements, and her fragrant heat...all day long. I became an aggressive pursuer of my mother. I was determined to drive through the small psychological opening she had given me. My talk became filled with compliments and innuendo and I felt the pleasure she took in them. I had no idea how far I could go before I was rebuffed...or if I would be. 

The first night we held hands in a 'new' way, we had some wine and were watching an old horror film in black and white...certainly not a 'sexy' movie. After a few minutes I laid our hands in her lap. I pressed gently. I could feel the hair on her pussy through the satiny pajama bottoms she wore. I was sure she had no panties on. I thought my heart had moved to my neck as the pounding made it's way up to my temples. 

I wasn't sure what to do. If it were Janice or Carol, I would have done what I always did...but this was my mother. I turned to look at her face and I saw my own desire reflected back. I kissed her. Her two hands cradled my face as our lips met and the first kiss was soft and her gentle moan was covered by the sound of both of us breathing deeply through our noses. She kissed my eyes and when our lips met again her arms went around my neck and her tongue went into my mouth...my mother's tongue...in my mouth.

With her soft slippery tongue on mine, I was sure of one thing. I didn't want Carol or Janice and it had nothing to do with older or younger; I wanted her. I reached under the pajama top and the shock of her bare breast and erect nipple in the palm of my hand caused me to press hard against her mouth. I fondled my mother's satiny tit and pulled the long nipple a little too hard between my fingers. I started to think, "Are we really going to..." and then my mother pulled back and put her hands on my shoulders.

"Wait baby..." Had my pinching her nipple awakened her to the reality of what we were doing? At any rate, "no" was the answer to my unfinished question. "Honey...I ...I had too much wine...I'm sorry Ricky." She was obviously confused and I could see the flush of embarrassment across her chest. She said, "We'll talk in the morning." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and went to bed. I was left with more questions than answers...and a raging hard-on...a hard-on that wanted satisfaction in the most forbidden place...inside my mother. 

As I stroked up and down the longest distance I ever had to travel along the iron pipe my cock had become...I thought of my mother. I thought of her coming into my room to suck on her son's aching cock...she didn't. I thought of her coming in to spread her long legs to open the pussy her son would enter...she didn't. I thought of going in to her room and forcing my way into every one of her holes whether she wanted me to or not...I didn't. What I did do was cum so hard I thought it would hit the ceiling...I came with the taste of her tongue in my mouth and the feel of her breast in my hand.

The next morning at breakfast she was made up and dressed before I got down. I sat next to her and she looked at me with a warm loving smile that made me feel like there was no one I would rather be and then she said, "Richard, you didn't do anything wrong last night...because I...well...for a while I was also having ideas that...about things you just shouldn't do. You agree, don't you honey?" I didn't say anything...she looked so beautiful...I didn't know how to say, "No, I don't agree; I want to have sex with you, now...now...now."

So I fumbled and mumbled something that sounded like a sophomoric justification putting in things like "We're both adults and..."

She stopped me and said, "We're not just any two adults and...I don't want to...I'm sorry I let it get this far Richard...I love you more than anything and more than anyone I ever will but these things can't be."

I saw how adamant she was and I didn't want to push it to a point where her stance would solidify beyond any chance her mind changing, so I just said, "Okay mom but can we talk about this...it doesn't have to be now, or today, but at some point?" 

"Sure, we can talk." She said, "We can talk about anything you want to." She got up and gave me a kiss on the cheek saying, "I'm going for a walk...I'll see you in a little while." 

When she came back I gave her a hug and pushed my luck. I fully and deliberately let both hands slide across the sides of her breasts as we separated. She said, "Richard, please don't..." I looked into her eyes, without expression or apology. I thought of what she would taste like if my tongue were between her legs; I imagined it to be the taste of a ripe strawberry after not having eaten for a long time. I fantasized as I stood there and pictured her with one breast out of her misty-rose satin slip, black sheer stockings and my cock in her mouth.

They were the stockings she wore when I was young, not the pantyhose she wore now...if she wore anything at all. I remember sitting on the floor watching her dress. She was never nude but once as she changed her skirt with her back was to me, she told me to close my eyes. I didn't. She took off her panties and I saw her creamy ass. I was too young to understand my excitement but the vision stayed with me...the vision I called up as I approached her from behind with a stiff rod that I would push deep between her meaty globes. " Why are you looking at me like that Richard?" she said.

"Nothing..." I muttered. "Forget it." I went to my room and we hardly spoke until the next day. 

In the morning she was standing buy the stove and I thought of coming up behind her, kissing her neck and telling her how good everything smelled. Of course my cock would press against her ass and then she would slowly begin to push back...and grind...and soon I would pull down the thin cotton shorts she wore along with her panties and her legs would open and I would be up inside her juicy pussy and she would be telling me how wonderful it was and how much she wanted it and...and...and...

I did go up to her, stiffened by my thoughts, and told her how good everything smelled. When she felt the unmistakable hardness against her she turned and said, "Sit down". I sat as she turned off the flame. "This has got to end or I'm packing and we're leaving right now."

"Okay...sorry." My apology wasn't effusive but it was sincere. I guess I had a somewhat exasperated look on my face.

Mom said, "Look honey, I don't know if this will make any difference to you...you're a handsome boy...and if you were anyone except my son I would be thrilled that you're attracted to me...that way...but I just can't handle this...and I don't think you could either...so please don't pressure me anymore...I can't..."

I could see she was getting upset so I said I would stop. She suggested we stay and try to get back to the good time we were having before we "got off the track". So we did, for a while. I didn't really stop because whenever it wasn't forced, I steered the conversation to an intimate level. I told her about Carol and Janice, leaving in details but always conveying my dissatisfaction. She didn't seem to mind. 

The night we were working on our second bottle of wine I figured if she really didn't want anything to happen like the last time we drank, she wouldn't have. It made sense to me. When we were both pretty juiced I asked her what she looked for in a lover. She said, "You know, it's been so long I hardly remember but I guess, kindness." Then she laughed and said, "And someone who knows his way around the territory; how hard can it be to find the clit?" 

I said, "If I was your guy I'd make sure I brought a compass." We laughed together and an easy air pervaded the room. I said, "You know what I like best? I love touching woman all over for a long time before we make love." I'm no more evolved than most and it wasn't what I like best but I was winging it. I went into great detail and as I described each body part I looked at it on her. By the time I got to the legs I was talking about her legs and I said, "I'd lick up and down your thighs and kiss that tender spot that sends little lines of electricity to your pussy" I wasn't sure but I hoped it was true for her. 

Vivian was breathing harder and she said, "Oh that can make me..." Then she looked between my legs...she couldn't miss the bulge. "Oh God what am I doing talking about this stuff with you...I..."

There was half-hearted resistance to my first kiss and none to my second. Our hands roamed and explored each other through the long embrace. When we finally broke she said, "Do you have a condom? I'll kill you if you get me pregnant." I had one and put it on and as I stood before her she took my cock into her mouth. Within minutes she said, "Oh God..." and rolled it off so the bare meat and skin could fill her mouth. The last thing she said before I entered her pussy was, "Don't come in me baby...please don't come in me. I promised her I wouldn't as I sank my cock into my mother's drenched pussy. I went in deeper and could feel the walls of her channel on my cock...holding me...clenching me...milking me.

We made love together easily. I felt as if she were the wife I had made love to yesterday and would make love to tomorrow. Her hands never left my ass except when she wrapped her legs around me. Her sounds were musical. Each stroke of my cock into her elicited a note of pleasure. "Tell me what you like momma..."

Her answer surprised me, "Oh God Richard...in the ass...I like it in my ass...in my ass...Richard..." I had never had a woman that way and wasn't sure what to expect. I pulled out off her and she turned over burying her face in the pillow. I could hear the muffled sounds of her saying something like "Oh God...oh God..." She said it over and over until the head of my cock pushed into her stretched little hole and then she just said, OHHHhhhh..." I couldn't believe I would fit into that small space but despite the heat and the pressure I was able to penetrate her with the length of my cock. She lifted her face and as I began to work my cock in and out she let out a long exhale saying, "Yes that feels good...so good baby..." I'd never felt anything so tight around the width and length of my cock but it felt as good as anything I could imagine...and even better because it was my mother's ass that was doing it to me.

I approached orgasm quicker than I usually did and no wonder. I grabbed the rounded tops of my mother's ass and began pumping as fast and as hard as I could. I didn't expect it but my mother responded by screaming into the pillow and coming with me. As shot after shot of hot cum filled her ass she continued wailing. I couldn't imagine what it would have sounded like if the thick pillow didn't baffle it. I collapsed on her back and kissed her neck once before I heard her unwelcome scream.

Vivian pushed me off her and got up with her arms flailing and started yelling, "open-handed blows fell on me and before I could respond in any way, she left the room and slammed the door.

I wasn't sure what the hell was going on because in no way was that a one sided screwing. I may have started it but she sure had screwed back. I wanted to straighten the whole thing out...mainly because I wanted to do it again. I found her staring off, sitting on the couch with a blanket around her. She didn't say anything and I sat beside her. "Mom I..." I wasn't even sure what I was going to say before she cut me off.

"No...it's not you...it's me. I shouldn't have hit you...I just didn't know what to do with the feelings...I had just let my son...I guess it was easier to blame you than me...I'm sorry...oh love, it did that feel good...God...what am I going to do with you..."

I answered by kissing her and she sort of whimpered. I exposed her and gently guided her onto her back. I went to her pussy with my mouth and quickly lifted the hood with my tongue. After painting the swelling nub with the tip of my tongue I sucked her into my mouth. She said, "Ohh...I guess you don't need a compass, do you baby?" I kept sucking as I felt her hips begin to gyrate. I reached up for her bare breasts and massaged the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Releasing her clit from my mouth, I licked her folds and went up to kiss her. She licked and sucked my mouth and tongue until all traces of her juices were gone. I disingenuously told her, "If you want me to stop, I will."

She made a little noise and said, "No...be in me Richard...be inside me..." hearing the words as if they came out of my fantasy drove me. I entered her and my cock felt like a steel shaft. She was about to wrap her legs around me but I leaned back and lifted her long legs so I could get deeper access into her pussy. When the full length of me was in her she kept saying, "So deep...so deep baby..." We were both overtaken by the feelings and lost in them. There was nothing fancy; we just went at it. We did it until we couldn't hold back any more and it couldn't have been more than a second after the first jet of cum coated her channel when she said, "I'm coming Richard...I'm coming...OH...OH...oh...oh..." 

Anyway that's what I wished would have happened after the very first time I had her tit in my hand. What actually did occur was that she said, "Richard I'm sorry...that's never going to happen again...you can't touch me like that again. There's enough blame here to go around and I'm angry with both of us...maybe we should just go home."

I said, "fine but could we just take a last row around the lake to cool off and calm down?" She reluctantly agreed and we went down to the lake.

It was too early in the spring for any tourists so we were alone as I lazily rowed to the center of the lake. I pull in the oars and we drifted. I looked across at her lovely face in the sunshine and noticed how perfect her breasts looked in the thin sweater she wore. She wanted me to notice or she wouldn't have dressed that way, right? I reached across and took her soft tit into my hand. 

The last thing I remember was the ice chest coming toward my head. I must have blacked out for a minute...looking up through the cold water I can see the sun...that could be my mother swimming towards me...so far away...maybe it's better this way...maybe it's...maybe...



A Mother's Tale



A Mother's Tale....

She raised her son alone; his dad wanted no part of it. She struggled at first but would not change the life she chose for anything. He was her baby and she was proud of what she could give him and admired what a young man he was becoming. 

Over the years she never brought a man home, never in front of her son. She did have her one night stands or weekend getaways with men but she would never bring one home. If she did she wanted to discuss it with him.

Her son Charlie was turning 18 and she promised him and his best friend a vacation. They were discussing where to go and to make plans. They decided on a resort down in Florida, the activities were good and then they could spend a day at Universal. She went ahead and booked 2 rooms, one for her and the other for the boys.  The rules were simple, she would either shop or stay by the pool or get some spa treatments, and the boys could do whatever they wanted. They had to meet for breakfast and dinner was all she requested. She was dying for a mud bath and an oil massage, and the thought of oil in all her crevices. But what was turning her on was Charlie's friend Curtis; she was imaging him giving her that massage. She had Charlie when she was 17, at times she felt old but she was aging gracefully and Curtis would remind her at times she looked amazing.  The boys could do whatever they wanted. And she meant whatever, even sex. She trusted her son and his judgement.

The first night they all had dinner at the Olive Garden, the boys made plans to go and hit the strip. She told them to have fun and would see them for breakfast. So Mrs. B decided to go for a swim and then turn in, the drive was only 5 hours, but she wanted to loosen up, maybe she might even watch some porn. 

Just as Mrs. B decided to climb into bed, she heard her cell jingle. It was a text from her son; they were still out and would be back by 1am. She texted back to have fun! He replied that they hooked up with some girls. Be safe! Was the text she sent him.

To be young again, she thought! She climbed again back into bed and turned on the TV, she needed porn. She found her station and was listening to the pathetic dialogue and decided to mute it. Much better, she laid back and took her robe off, she was naked underneath. She stacked her pillows and started to relax and watch. Where do they find these guys? How do you apply for a position like that? His cock was better looking than his face, it was real nice. She started to play with her nipples and her hand trailed down to the top of her pussy. She began to rub it with two fingers; then took her whole hand and slid it down her pussy lips back and forth. She was watching the TV so intently she didn't hear the soft knock on the door. She had to stop what she was doing and strain herself to hear something, yup a knock. Who could it be? Maybe someone has the wrong door, they were persistent. She got up and put her robe on and went to turn on the light, and asked who was there.  She was shocked to see that it was Curtis. Her son was not with him, she assumed that something was wrong.

She quickly opened the door and asked what was wrong. Curtis stood there and quickly stepped inside. He put her mind at ease that Charlie was out with a girl and he would be back in a few hours. She asked why he wasn't with him. He was bored was all he said and he gazed upon the opening of her robe. Her breasts were putting on a show for him, without her realizing it. She tried to cover up and he stopped her.  Right now they were holding each other's hands at chest level and they were staring at each other.

She broke the ice first, what was he planning on doing? He forced her hands down and pushed her up against the wall and started to kiss her. She pushed him back but he backed off.  She was quite speechless, turned on but speechless. 

Then he started telling her how he wants her and to fuck her all night. The reason he and Charlie parted was so that he could come here and fuck her. He's been waiting for this for quite awhile. She didn't know what to say to that, definitely a compliment. 

She gave in, she wanted this to. She opened up her robe and he took her in his arms and kissed her hard. He had her against the wall and she raised one leg to get a better feel of his cock through his pants. He was hard already, she started to pull his jacket off. She was anxious to see his cock, their hands met at his belt buckle. As she was working on his buckle he pulled off his shirt. She was now rubbing his cock and his hands were all over her, stroking her arms and playing with her tits. They parted briefly and she started to walk back to the bed, grabbed the remote to shut off the TV.  He pulled off his pants and climbed into bed next to her.

His cock was rock solid, and standing at attention. A young cock she thought, could he go all night? There was pre cum on his cock, he was going to shoot soon. She pushed him down on the bed and her lips were on his cock. She had both hands at the base of his cock and started to suck up and down, with her saliva his cock was wet and she rubbed it all the way up. Such young cock, she could see that he could not control himself. She motioned him to get on top of her. He needed no more guidance. He pushed his cock inside her and then started to fuck her slowly then he picked up the pace, he was pushing harder and harder until finally he came. He apologized but she told him to rest because they had all night. 

She had to show him how to really please a woman, it was more than just fucking. All she kept thinking what was Curtis going to say to Charlie? She liked the fact that Curtis would tell her son how he could please a woman and he had an amazing night! If only he knew.

Curtis was now hard again, didn't take long which she was grateful for. He turned her over and started to give her a massage, he found some oil in the bathroom and applied it to her back. His hands felt amazing soft yet strong. He continued to rub her down and she could feel his cock getting harder it was resting against her ass. She moaned softly and spread her legs just a bit to tease him and maybe he would take the hint. His hands were now on her ass as he gently massaged it. She asked him if he was ready to put it in her ass, by his hesitation she sensed he was unsure. She would guide him and she turned around and could see he was fully aroused. She sucked him again, she couldn't get enough of it. When he became harder she disengaged and positioned herself with her ass in the air, her legs spread wide and her head on the bed. She told him he could do it, to gently enter inch by inch, and not to worry if she was screaming because that meant it felt good. Now she told him to put his hands on either side of her hips. Curtis slid in so easily, he was getting the hang of it. Now he started to pump her slowly, in and out and he could hear her moaning again with pleasure. This felt so good he thought and he started to pump faster into her, he was shocked at how easily his cock fit so nicely. She took it all in like a champ. He could see her put her fingers in her cunt and rub them, she was truly enjoying this. He grabbed her tits now and was pumping her faster and faster, now she was screaming and moaning louder. 

He shot his load in and collapsed on top of her, still inside her. She told him not to move yet and took his hand to her cunt and told him to finger her so she could come again.  Curtis was in heaven and did what he was told.



A Mother's Tale: The Day After



Curtis did not get back to his room until 4 a.m., and Charlie was already in bed passed out. All he could think of was what an amazing woman she was. They continued to fuck for another couple of hours. She seemed to like being taken from behind. They were fucking in the missionary position for a while and then she turned over got on all fours, feet on the floor bent over and her hands on the bed. Curtis didn't need any more guidance, he figured what she wanted and he was ready. His cocked slipped in quite easily he then put his hands on either side of her hips and then he started to move her body forward and backward onto his cock. He stood there just pumping her hard and then soft, he would move his hands from her hips to her tits and grab on to them squeeze them hard, teasing her nipples which become very erect, and this turned her on even more. Every time he pushed her back onto his cock he sometimes lingered a bit longer, this drove them both wild with excitement. 

They were both on the verge of exploding together, but she wanted him to cum on her face and tits. So when he was close he withdrew and she quickly got down on her knees and opened her mouth, waiting for it. Then as he continued to pump his cock she was talking to him ready for it, he finally came and she had her mouth open and waited for his cum to trickle down onto her face and tits. The drops that fell on her tits she rubbed them around her breasts and nipples. She took him in his mouth; she wanted to suck some out of it too. When she was done she got up and lay back on the bed exhausted but satisfied, Curtis soon joined her, his cock now limp from his drainage. They kissed some more and she held his cock in her hand. He just liked the fact that she was naked lying next to him after he was fucking her for the last few hours. His hand was on her ass as she was nestled into him, legs entwined. This continued until she told him to go as it was getting late. She too wanted more, but he needed to go.

With those visions that were replaying in his mind when he got back to the room, he wanted more too. He quickly jumped in the shower thinking of her and was anxious for tomorrow, he wanted to go back to her room now, and he was ready again!

The next morning Mrs. B was waiting downstairs as usual; she was having breakfast and waited for the boys to come down. She too was late after her night with Curtis, but knew that they wouldn't be up yet. Her hips were a bit sore but felt good, she seriously got a pounding of a life time, and with all that anal sex she felt good! She just wanted more. 

Her phone started to buzz; her son was up now and asking where she was. She texted back she was the pool and had secured a table and was waiting for them. He texted back that Curtis was still sleeping. Charlie arrived alone and before you knew it he was off grabbing his breakfast at the buffet. He joined his mom and they chatted over breakfast, when Curtis finally arrived. She was a little anxious to see him and a smile crept over her face, but she had to not look that happy to see him. Charlie was talking to her, but she did not hear a thing, her eyes were staring at Curtis's bare chest. She apologized; he wanted to know what the plans were for the day. It was agreed upon, a day to do whatever, then meet for dinner if they wanted to? She just wanted to soak up some sun and then just go to her room to nap, maybe go shopping. 

The guys decided to grab a game of beach volleyball, great way to meet chicks and have some fun. There were quite a few nets set up along the beach by their hotel room, they were going to try and get in on a couple of games. 

She was going to find her lounge chair but wanted lotion put on her back. Curtis ended up doing it since Charlie took off to get some information from the concierge and see what else was going on for activities. This gave Curtis some time to talk to Mrs. B as a woman/lover. She told him how much she enjoyed last night; a smile crept over his face. He complimented her too and asked prematurely when he could come to her room again. She commented how she would give anything to spend the whole day with him in that hotel room to enjoy him, his cock and room service. 

He put lotion on the back of her legs and envisioned them wrapped around him, his hands moved to her back and he untied her bikini top and he sensed her panic. He now was whispering in her ear and she eased up. Curtis had to stop, he tied her top back up, he was getting aroused and time was ticking. She turned halfway over and thanked him, she went to grab her bag and handed him her spare room card, in case he got bored was all she said. He pulled his shades on and smiled at her then left her to go meet Charlie. 

Hours passed, she got a little burnt going in and out of the pool, she tried to apply the suntan lotion herself but her arms could only reach so far. Her mind was drifting back to Curtis, and what she wanted to teach him and have her do to her. He was a quick learner that was for sure, she wondered if he ever done oral to a woman. She didn't want any distractions either. She began to think if this would continue when they got back home? With Charlie going to a college and living on campus and Curtis staying in town it certainly made it quite easy. They were so close but each of them had their own paths to do and she was certain they were both nervous but excited to start their new venture in life. She gathered her things and started to head back to her room. After stopping by some of the shops she headed up to her room, it was quiet so he wasn't here yet. 

The guys ended up playing a few games with teams and even ended up in the finals. They were both quite athletic and loved the challenge. They ended up having lunch with some of the people they met, numbers were exchanged and connections were being made. Charlie met a girl who was going to the same college as him and they seemed to hit it off. Curtis was also making friends but needed and wanted to go back to the hotel room. He excused himself from the group after lunch and was calling it a day. Charlie was staying with the new friend he made and would see him later maybe. 

Curtis made his way to her room; he was getting more excited as he approached it. After checking up and down the hallway he quickly slipped the card in and entered her room. He found her sleeping on the bed. He took off his clothes and slipped into next to her, he was a little tired and would enjoy just holding her, she stirred but he told her to rest for now.

She was having a good wet dream, his hands were everywhere on her body. She wanted him to focus on her pussy, so she gently took his hand and put it over her pussy. Now she started to teach him a few things, like slipping his fingers in and playing with her, feeling her wetness. She whispered to him if he wanted to cum on his hands, she would show him how to turn her on. He nodded in agreement as she told him to put his hand over hers. She spread her legs a bit, he was watching her pleasure herself and it was turning him on, they started to kiss as both their hands were in her. He kept massaging her up and down and his fingers now enjoying the feeling and the wetness. Meanwhile he noticed that she was playing with her nipples that were now erect; he moved his mouth to one of them while his hand was still inside her. He now became aware that she was reaching her orgasmic pleasure; muscles began to twitch and contract as she climaxed heavily. She yelled out Curtis's name and was surprised to hear his voice, and feel his hands still in her. Needless to say she quickly woke up and discovered that she did have an orgasm and felt Curtis' hand inside her still. She wasn't dreaming and what a great feeling to wake up to, she smiled a wicked smile.

Curtis was now rock solid but he enjoyed what he could do to her and more thrilling when she came in his hand, her wetness all over him. He took her pussy juices and put it on his cock; this made the stroking a lot easier. The feeling was out of this world! Mrs. B was watching him now and then joined him. She motioned him to sit up against the bed and he could watch her return the favour. He quickly grabbed her hips and pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. 

She pulled back and straddled him; she wanted him to experience her masturbating him. He had to admit it was hot watching, he noticed how aroused she was getting as she kept pumping him up and down. Her mouth was watering at the thought of sucking him, and she began to touch herself while she held his cock in her hand. He put his head back and enjoyed this pleasure he was receiving and even more arousing when he felt her mouth on his cock. Wow! He now watched as she sucked him deeply, she was now straddling his calves and he could feel her erect nipples on his legs. To get a better view he put her hair up to watch her suck and suck. She was moaning and telling him what a wonderful cock he had and he was certainly enjoying the view. Her lips were now on his balls and her tongue licked and sucked softly, she could feel them getting heavy and full. Then she got up and told him to fuck her, her hands on her breasts she was now ready and wanted him to explode in her. All she did was fall back on the bed and he quickly moved on top of her and inserted his throbbing cock into her. He had great leverage as his feet were at the headboard and acted like a spring for him to enter her faster and harder. He sucked and bit her nipples while she scratched his back and opened her legs wider. She grabbed his ass while he finally shot his load and came into her. Oohh the pleasures that they both shared!

He was still inside her and she enjoyed the feel of him. Their breathing slowed down and he withdrew and lay next to her. He trailed his hand along her curves; she was amazed and quite satisfied. She made the mistake of asking him what he was thinking. He kind of hesitated and she encouraged him to tell her. He was certainly fascinated by her sexual appetite and asked if there was anything she ever fantasized about. She admitted that her imagination was extreme sometimes but they were just fantasies, she never acted them out or pursued them. Why was he so curious? He just wanted to fulfill her fantasies. She was very sensual and had a nice healthy sexual appetite that should not go to waste. He went on to tell her what a magnificent woman she was and she should experience all her fantasies at some point in her life. She insisted she was quite happy at the moment. However Curtis was relentless, he asked and finally said that they should both reveal a fantasy to each other. She admitted that one of her fantasies were to have two men. One to take her from behind while sucking on another's cock. To her this was the biggest turn on; even more extreme was for both of them to fuck her simultaneously. But to find two men to agree to that was impossible. Curtis just looked at her and smiled, he said he had a friend who could help, who was well endowed. He would love to fulfill that fantasy if she ever wanted to explore it. She just smiled and asked if he had anyone in mind? He quickly replied that he did, a good friend by the name of Danny, he was 20 just a couple of years older than him. Danny had his first older woman at the age of 19 and he like it. Curtis would sit there for hours listening to him about his dates with older woman, twice his age. After hearing all the stories he too wanted to experiment in it. 

She was speechless and didn't know what or how to respond. Stay tuned for what happens next!