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And You Thought This Would Be Easy 02

By: syd_v63



Ok before anyone starts saying anything crazy like: What your proposing is biologically impossible... The physiology of women doesn't allow for that... or My God can't this guy write anything but porn... The answer to all your questions are... Probably, I know, and No. This is fiction, and just like comic books depict over the top characters that none of us can ever grow up to be, I write fictional porn that exceeds norms. So upfront I am apologizing for my shortcomings – Grammar, Punctuation, Typo's, Spelling errors, and sentence structure – Just pick one and put it in the comments section. I have an Editor now goes by the name of benj4lyf, he's given this the once over and I'm just going to leave it at that, you and I both know he had his work cut out for him.

If you have read any of my other stuff, you know my faults and you know my particular writing biases. Ok that being said if the material I write offends, move on. There is a lot of crap on the Internet and if this isn't your particular flavour of crap, go find it, I'm sure its out there.

Now to the powers that be: all characters in this story are the ages they are supposed to be to make this stuff acceptable and palatable (Generally that's 18 & Up). Secondly none of this is real and none of this is based on anything that is real. Oedipus crap has been around since the dawn of time... Hell they wrote a play about it (The Greeks are just plain crazy). Further this isn't Shakespeare so please don't go looking for it in the pages I write, you'd offend me, you'd offend the Bard and you'll end up offending yourself. 

Ok I'm done with my rant, so if you're still with me then continue reading. Oh yeah and one final thing. There is a first part to this story so you might want to read it before you read this, it's called: And You Thought This Would be (Easy) you might want read it first to understand how we got to this moment in time, or not strictly up to you.





I wasn't sure what I was doing. All I knew at the time was that I was horny, more horny than I had ever been thanks to my husband and I really wanted to be fucked. Moreover I wanted to be fucked by a big dick and the closest available one was a mere ten paces down the hall. At this point what trepidation I had vanished, again thanks to the maniacal manipulation of my husband. He had seen our son get pants earlier in the day, as did I, and all of my son's friends who had come to his annual year end bash. And now all my husband could think about was the size of our son's cock. Mind you even though it was flaccid, it was quite large, larger than my husband was hard and my husband's no slouch.

So as I approached Michael's bedroom door, my heart pounding in my chest, legs vibrating with lust and desire, I thought I could hear what sounded like crying. In that instant I panicked, my heart cracked and I opened the door thinking he had been more scarred from this afternoons incident than I had originally thought. I wanted to rush in there and sooth him, comfort him and tell him it was ok, everything would be alright. The instinct to protect my baby burned in me.

"Michael? Michael are you up baby? Are you ok?" I stated as I pushed open the door and rushed in, not prepared for what I would encounter. He didn't hear me, he'll he didn't even notice I had entered the room.

The scene before me was surreal. Michael was on his bed, lying on his back, muscular legs spread, his covers pulled down past his waist exposing the flat washboard abs of his stomach, which was covered in a sheen of sweat, his broad chest heaving, his head thrown back, eyes closed as he stroked his magnificent cock with his right hand. My god it was big. 

It had to be almost as thick as a pop can; I'd never seen anything like it in my life. And long, if he had laid it across his stomach instead of up in the air as it was, it would've been way past his belly button; it looked like it could touch his chin. I couldn't imagine how he kept something like that hidden from us for all these years. God forgive me but I had to have that thing inside me, stretching me, pushing me to my limits, that's what my husband had wanted and now it's what I wanted.

His hands were slick, and shine in the light as was his cock. He had obviously been masturbating with a lube of some kind to produce that kind of shine. Everything glisten, even his balls, which were shaved. At first I didn't see any pubic hair, but as he slid his up and down his gorgeous shaft I noticed he had a small tuft just at the base of his cock, god it was sexy. I wanted to lick and suck his entire length, hold his balls in my mouth, suck the head of his cock as it expelled the sensual fluids that would soon be filling every orifice I had.

He was lost in the moment as he stroked his shaft. His right hand sliding up and down, from the base of his balls to the bulbous head. His left hand was at that end of his cock squeezing it tightly in what was likely an attempt to prolong his impending orgasm. A barrage of dirty talk was escaping his lips and I couldn't believe what he was saying, it both thrilled and frightened me. I could feel my nipples harden as I looked on, my pussy was already a sopping mess and for an instant I thought the site of him would make me cum.

"Oh fuck mom, take my cock. God that's it suck my cock like you do dad's."

Yes, he was lost in what appeared to be a sensory over load, "Oh god yes, take that big cock get it ready for you. You know you want it. Fuck it like dad said you would."

It was evident he had been listening to his father's and my sex talk and it had him riled beyond belief, as he continued his sexual tirade, "Fuck it all the way in you like a slut, like my slut."

By the tone of his voice and his choice of words, I could see that apples didn't fall too far from the tree. "Yeah my slut. That's it, that's it. Be my slut. Be my slut mom, my slut mom. Oh god. Oh god yeah!"

And the scary thing about all of this was that I liked it, I wanted it and it had me oh so very aroused. My cunt had never been wetter and my nipples were so hard they hurt. I couldn't wait to fulfill his desires, to be his slut, to have him buried deep inside me, driving wild with his phallus. I wanted this, no I needed this, I would be his wanton whore, if that's what he wished. He was so caught up in what he was doing he was unaware that I had breached the door and was now starring at him as he stroked that huge phallus. 

I was mesmerized, transfixed, focused on that magnificent pillar of flesh. It had to be at least twelve inches long at least, there was no way it was shorter than a foot and as I said almost as thick as a pop can, I knew I would just be able to get my hand around it and thankfully take at least some of him in my mouth and hopefully down my throat. He did have a bottle of lube on his night stand, which he had used to slick his cock up to, masturbate with. Oh god did it shine in the limited light of his room. It looked even more ominous than the time I had first seen it at the pool. 

I wanted to walk in and drop my housecoat and climb onto his bed. I wanted to take his cock in my hands as I straddled him and slide him deep inside me. My sick bastard of a husband was right, I wanted to fuck my son. I wanted his big beautiful cock fucking me until I couldn't walk straight or until he could no longer get it up, which I was hoping would take a very long time. I knew there would be no coming back from this and I was at once excited by that prospect and scared.

I backed out of his room and shut the door. I tried to ensure the handle made as little noise as possible as the door shut into place. Steeling my nerves I took a deep breath and knocked. "Michael are you up?"

"Yes, I'm up mom," He sounded startled and I could hear him shuffling and fumbling around. He would most definitely be trying to make himself presentable for fear I would simply walk in once I had announced myself. Unlike his father I had long given up that practice, which was likely why I had no idea of his monstrous appendage.

"Can I come in baby?" I tried to keep my voice steady and controlled in an attempt hide from giving off any sign of the nervous tension I was feeling at my core. I took a deep breath and steadied myself as I waited for his reply.

"I'm in bed mom."

"We're you sleeping?"

"No." He was at least being honest. I wondered how honest he'd be once I entered his room. Could we both be honest and admit what it was we secretly desired from the other. I knew I was certainly going to try.

"So can I come in baby, please?"

"Yes, ok." He was clearly uncomfortable. I don't know whether it was from the events of the day or the fact that he was in bed, naked under his sheets and I'd just interrupted him masturbating about his mom. I imagine it was a combination of both. I came out from behind the door and entered his room. I could smell the teenage musk of boys as I entered. I knew that smell, sweat, puberty, and cum. I could definitely smell cum, strong virile boy cum. I must have been too overwhelmed the first time I opened his door to notice. However, this time upon entering his room I noticed the ever-present scent and truth be told, it made me wet.

"Baby are you alright?" I asked my voice trembling as I approached his bed. The butterflies in my stomach were working overtime. I knew that once I entered his room there would be no stopping what was about to happen, Roger had got me so worked up, my nerves had me all over the place but my resolve was unshaken. I was also a little panic stricken trying to tease apart the jumble of emotions I was feeling. By the time I fully entered his room and was at the edge of his bed my legs were shaking. I was excited, apprehensive, scared, frantic, feverish, lustful, wanting, and horny all at once, I needed to sit. 

He was so large; I couldn't get the image out of my head. I mean I knew he was big, I had seen him earlier in the day but Not as I had a mere minute ago. The truth was, up close his cock was intimidating. However this time it was a different matter entirely, he was sitting up in bed with the sheet pulled up, covering his waist. He had his knees drawn up and slightly apart so that his sheet tented out between his legs; he was desperately trying to hide his erection. I knew he was hoping that this blind he was creating hid his engorged member and gave it time to reduce in size. I on the other hand had no intention of allowing that possibility to occur. Frankly I was of the mindset to do everything in my power to make that magnificent specimen even more noticeable. Sitting as I approached, the sheet covering his body, knees bent as they were he looked guilty. His attempt to hide his erection failed, I knew he was still hard and I would make him harder.

"May I sit down?" I needed to sit, I was so nervous.. I needed to breathe and regulate my breathing so that I could both converse and plan my seduction. Truthfully I wasn't as prepared as I would've liked, we had a number of barriers in the way, not to mention the greatest taboo of being mother and son.

"Umm, well I was just about to go to sleep really," His lie sounded unconvincing but I knew if I pushed it he'd crack. 

I sat close beside him allowing my presence to be full and complete. My terry cloth robe opened at the top, giving visual access to my fairly substantial breast. I knew my cleavage was on display and I did nothing to hide it from him, in fact I wanted him looking at it, the more distracted he was the more he would let down his guard. I crossed my legs fully exposing my calf, most of my knee and some of my thigh, letting anyone present glean that I was in all likelihood naked underneath. In the back of my mind I wondered if he could smell my arousal, I knew I could. All this I was hoping would add to my arsenal of wiles.

"Really, you look wide awake?"

"Ah, well, I ah, I was going to read a bit and than go to bed."

"Oh really? What book?"

"Ah well..." He began to scramble and reached over to his night stand opening the drawer as if to grab some imaginary book. His hands were shaking and it was clear he was nervous, I had caught him off guard and he was struggling for composure. As he pulled the drawer open the first thing that came into view was the large bottle of lube. The flip top lid was open and bottle itself looked to be slick and wet, covered with some of its contents. The look on his face was priceless. His eyes were as big as saucers. In that moment I had him and I decided I wasn't going to let him go.

"Oh, that's the lube your father likes to use too."

"Wha.. What?"

"When your father masturbates or has me jerk him off, that's the lube he likes to use," I said. "You two have similar tastes in lube, I wonder what else you might both share a taste for?"

"I uh, I uh. Uhm..."

"Look honey you don't have to be embarrassed and you needn't lie. Besides I can see from the residue on your hands and the smears on your sheets and pillows that you've been using a lube, and quite recently I might add."

I could tell Michael was flabbergasted and if I weren't careful I would lose him to his mortification. I had to find a way to bring him in, to bridge the distance between the Michael of a few moments ago, fantasizing about fucking his mother, with the one I was facing right now, the embarrassed and overwhelm son. I decided that fortune favoured the brave and my next move was in all likelihood the bravest or craziest thing I had ever done. I took his hand. And before he could do anything, pull it back, voice a protest, I kissed it.

"Baby it's ok don't worry," I said kissing it again. And then a third and fourth time, the last time I allowed my tongue to come out and ever so delicately lick two of his fingers. "I like this lube too, the way it feels, the way it tastes, how it makes everything so slick and wet. Things just slide better don't you think?"

"What?"

"They slide better. Things covered in lube slide better than things that aren't?" I smiled, "At least that's what I've found."

I reached into the drawer and took out the lube. I could tell he had been in a rush when he put it to the drawer; not only was the lid not closed but the bottle was still slick on the outside, a clear indication that he had recently been using it. In one hand I held the lube, in the other I held his hand.

"Oh my, the bottle is all slippery. I'm getting it all over my hands," I giggled my best girly laugh. I tipped the bottle over and squeezed some of the contents onto my hand, the one that held his. "See how slick it is."

"You know when your done using it you should really close the lid. Unless of course you really weren't finished using it?"

I put the bottle in my lap, not closing the lid as if to emphasize my point. I deliberately began to rub some of the liquid from my hand onto his, almost as though I was simply massaging his hand and nothing more. I used tiny circular motions, using both my thumbs to massage the back of his hand and then his palm and thumb. The pressure I applied was definitely more sensual than therapeutic. As I gently caressed his palm and thumb I moved onto his fingers. With the fingers of my hand as I began to stretch out his hand opening his palm. It was my intent to demonstrate visually for him how dainty and small my hand was compared to his. I was showing him how his fingers were so much longer and thicker than his, how his hand could encompass mine, dominate it, grasp and take hold of it at will. Soon I began to trace my fingers along his in this way I could caress each finger as though it were a tiny cock.

"Mmmm, so smooth," I said as I lifted his hand closer to my mouth and then sucked the tips of his index and middle fingers ever so gingerly.

"And the taste..." I let those words linger as I continued my ministrations, massaging, stroking his hand.

"Feels good doesn't it?" He nodded, he was now speechless and his uncomfortability with the moment gave way to a reluctant acquiescence. I Pulled his arm forward from him towards me, bringing his hand closer to my cleavage.

"Sit up baby don't slouch." He did as he was told, lost in the moment, not really cognizant of the fact that as he moved up in his bed and his arm came forward, his covers began to fall away from him revealing his smooth chest and washboard abs. I on the other hand was very aware of what lay before me. My husband had done too good of a job, he wanted me aroused and overly stimulated, he wanted me compromised and emotionally open for possibilities I would never under any other circumstances considered and I was. At that moment I brought his hand to my mouth again and bit and sucked his thumb. That's when I saw it. His cock, that magnificent length of flesh, moved under the sheet. From that moment on he was aroused and he was mine.

"Michael?"

"Yes."

"You're an adult now," I said, choosing my words carefully, trying not sound admonishing. I was still rubbing his hand as I spoke and closing the gap between us so that we were less than a foot apart. "I'd like to have a frank discussion with you, if that's ok?"

"Alright."

"I need you to be honest with me, can you do that baby?" I looked him deeply in the eyes closing the gap between us even more.

"Uhm, I think so, I mean I'll try."

"Have you ever heard when your father and I are being intimate?"

"What do you mean?" I could tell he was a little embarrassed and somewhat uncomfortable with the question. He shifted in his bed and unconsciously pulled at his sheets. He so reminded me of when he was younger in that instant, you knew right away we were have an uncomfortable conversation, he looked like he wanted to jump out of his skin.

"You're an adult now..." I repeated. "We can talk about anything?"

"We can?" he hesitated.

"Yes baby we can."

"It's just a little difficult to get use to."

"Ok then, our room is right down the hall..." I let my words hang in the air, as I looked Michael in the eyes. I wanted to make sure I held his stare for a moment before I continued. I didn't want to lose the momentum I had come in with, I was intent on getting laid and there was nothing going to stop me. My husband had worked me up too much for me to stop now. "And I know we are none too quiet. So do you ever hear us?"

"Uhm, well..." His words became stuck in his throat and I watched him swallow hard before he proceeded. "Sometimes, yeah."

"Well that's embarrassing," I said blushing as I spoke. I continued to rub his and stroke his hand as we spoke. 

"Sometimes, we just get caught up in the moment. Do you hear anything in particular?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you hear anything?" I repeated. "Do you hear me?"

"You?"

"Yes, do you hear me?"

"Sometimes."

"Can you make out what we're saying or do you just know we're having sex?" He almost froze when I said the word sex. I wondered what he would've done had I said 'fucking' instead. I moved up on the bed and was now kneeling on the bed facing him. My housecoat parted nicely exposing both my knees and upper thighs. For a woman my age I did have nice legs and a firm shapely ass. There was no way Michael wasn't going to be fucking me; he just didn't know it yet.

"Sometimes."

"Sometimes?" I questioned. "What do you hear... Sometimes?"

I leaned in closer to him holding his hand, bringing it to my chest. I placed it between my firm round breast and held it tight as I moved ever closer. Our faces were mere inches apart.

"Well it depends, sometimes I can hear what your saying but mostly I just know you're having sex." 

He was having a hard time maintaining eye contact with me. He kept wanting to look away. He was looking down at his hand, at where I was pressing it, I knew he could feel the firmness of my breast, the heat of my skin. He could smell my perfume and I'm pretty sure he could begin to smell my arousal.


And You Thought This Would Be Easy 02



"Do you hear one of us more than the other?" I asked in hushed tones. 

Our heads began to dance from side to side as we spoke. It was a circular dance that lovers do with their mouths before they kiss. I could his apprehension as well as my own. We were getting close to that moment. The moment when you know your next move changes everything. Like crossing the Rubicon there would be no turning back, the point of no return.

"Well actually I hear you mostly," His tone was hushed, his words coming in breaths. I could see that snake between his legs beginning to grow. Beginning to manifest itself more and more. Its prominence was distinctly noticeable. He was blushing as he spoke.

"Oh, hmmm." Well that was a little more embarrassing than I'd like but it opened the door to where I wanted to go. With my face reddened I asked my next question. "What have you heard?"

Now he blushed fully and his erection was unmistakeable. He was hard and he was turned on but more to the point he was the man that was going to fuck me.

"Really mom, you want me to tell you?"

My nose was touching his nose, my mouth mere fractions from his our lops all but touching.

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know."

"Ok. I've heard you moan quite a lot and use the F word frequently. And you are..." He paused and looked away for a moment. "Very... descriptive about what is happening to you or what you'd like to happen to you."

"Yes that sounds like me," I smiled as I spoke. "I am nothing if not an active partner."

And with that I kissed him hard on the mouth. Hard and firm as a lover. This was no mother son kiss, this was lust filled and provocative, promising more, much, much more. I pulled away for a moment and then continued to speak.

"I think a partner should participate fully in what is happening in the bedroom, don't you?" it was rhetorical and we both knew it. "I think I need more lube?"

I reached over and grabbed the lube I had just put down on his night stand. This allowed my housecoat to open as I did so, exposing more of my cleavage and firm breast. There was no way Michael would not know I was naked underneath the fuzzy garment. His was fully between my breast and I was pushing him to grasp them firmly, which he did readily.

"I'm not one of these women who just sits back and takes what she's given. One needs to take control of one's own sexual gratification. It takes two to tango," I deliberately squeezed too much lube out onto my hand. Then looking him straight in the eye I pulled back his sheet with my left hand and grabbed his amazing cock with my right. "Oh Michael I'm so sorry. I seemed to have spilled all this lube onto your cock."

He moaned loudly as I began to stroke his growing erection. Before he could say or do anything I moved in closer, my now lube covered palm slid down his shaft to his tight balls. They were shaved smooth just the way I like them. He felt so hot in my hand, his cock quickly began to become engorged, swelling to its full hardening length.

"I really like this lube, don't you?"

"Mom!" he was startled. I took the opportunity to be more forward and kissed him full again on the mouth driving my tongue deep. His tongue met mine and our kiss ignited our lust. As I began to stroke his cock, he began to squeeze and feel the firmness of my tits, quickly finding my hard nipples and squeezing them between his thumbs and forefingers. That's when he noticed.

"Mmmmom," he moaned into my mouth. "Your nipples are pierced!"

"Yes baby they are," I moaned back acknowledging his recent find. "And that's not all."

I continued to stroke his cock with my right hand but with my left I guided his hand to my naked crotch.

"Oh god!" He exclaimed.

For a moment it occurred to me that my forward advances, my piercings, my forthright attitude, might repulse him and that could work against me. But that of course that was not the case. His hand began to gently explore my sex, splaying my lips open and finding that nasty little piece of steel that drove me crazy. His hips began to move of their own volition as he gradually made fuck motions, thrusting his cock through my grasp, I had his large appendage firmly in hand. He wasn't quite as thick as a pop can but near enough and he was for sure closer to 12-inches in length, than he was to 8 inches. In fact I would not be surprised if he exceeded the 12-inch mark.

"Are you ok with that baby?"

"Oh god yes. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen." He took that moment to look at and assessed my proud chest, my full firm breast with their hard pierced nipples. I couldn't wait until he saw my beautifully shave pussy; with its pink folds and pierced clit hood, it was magnificent, even if I did say so myself. For now I had to settle for his probing fingers.

Within moments of his thrusting his cock into my hand he began to respond in kind to my kisses. Soon his tongue was meeting my tongue and we were no longer kissing as mother and son. We were on our way to becoming lovers and I was so ok with this new change in our relationship. I knew my son was going to be fucking me on a regular basis.

"Are you a virgin?"

"No."

"You seem surprised I'd ask that question." Breaking our kiss, I looked at him quizzically. 

"You are aware that you have a rather large penis?" it was rhetorical, I really didn't expect an answer. Of course he knew, how could he not. But I decided to continue down this vein. "That it is well... Bigger than most women are accustomed to."

He continued to look at me as though my question had little relevance on whether he was a virgin or not. In truth he was theoretically right but being a women and remembering what it was like to be young, I knew that a cock that size would likely scare the bravest of teenage girls.

"And you know that young girls may not have the experience needed to handle something like that."

"You just might need to find someone with a little more experience, if you know what I mean." I sat mesmerized as his cock began to grow even bigger; it filled out and took shape. I had expected it to be big, but up close as I was now, left me astonished.

"Well mom, I lost my virginity a while ago."

"You did? Mind if I ask to whom?" I was puzzled as to who this might be.

"If I tell you, do you promise not to get mad?" He stopped his ministrations, which had me disappointed, but I was curious as to how he lost his virginity.

"Ok," I apprehensively replied, deciding I would hear him out as best I could.

"It was Kylie Gleason's mom."

"Janice?" I don't know whether I wanted to cry or kill him in that moment. But I stifled my immediate response and allowed him to proceed with his story. He knew I was angry, as I gripped his cock more firmly than before. I just hoped he knew I wasn't angry with him, disappointed maybe but not angry.

"Kylie and I had tried on several occasions but it we weren't really that successful."

"What do you mean by not successful?"

"I mean," he hesitated. "I was too big for her."

"Oh." Well that I understood, after seeing the size of his cock. I was beginning to wonder if he'd be too big for me. This beautifully large thing I held in my hand both frightened and fascinated me.

"So anyway, we had done a fair amount of heavy petting and I had felt her up lots. We'd given each other head lots too. She was eager to take me inside her but was scared."

"Well you are a rather big boy." Was my retort as I continued to stroke him.

"Mom!"

"It's the truth Michael, I mean you're likely every women's fantasy but very few women's reality." I smiled and began rubbing my thumb across the head of his shaft in circular motions. Both the lube and his precum had him slick and the head flared at my caress. "Continue with your story, I'm interested."

"Ok so we had tried once and I had gotten the head and about three inches inside her but that was it."

His candid discussion was making me wetter. It took every ounce of strength I had not to jump him there and then. "Well that's no little feat. Good for her."

He smiled when I said that and blushed. Like it or not I could tell he was proud of his size and it seemed he was proud that I was proud. In reality I was more than proud, I was down right ecstatic I wanted to brag to the world that my son was hung better than any porn star. That this big hunk of man flesh was going to be ploughing its way inside me, that I was going to be a slave to my lust but who could you share that with. God I was hungry with anticipation.

"So, she had apparently told her mom, as they talk about everything, which I didn't know." He seemed to blush at this moment.

"Anyway one day about six months ago, I had gone over to pick up Kylie only to find out she wasn't home. She had gone out with her dad, Mr. & Mrs. Gleason are divorced, so when her father picks her up it's a big deal."

I sat quietly listening to his story, my blood boiled. That bitch got her hands on my baby. There are just some thing's just don't change, mother bears and their cubs, are one of them. Now you can judge me all you want because I was fully intending on doing exactly what she had done, but still.

"Mom!"

"What?" his voice startled me, as I was lost in thought.

"You're squeezing kinda hard."

"Oh, sorry." I apologized and relaxed my grip. This time I put both hands around his shaft, one above the other. Even with two hands on his shaft there was still more cock. I had to fight the urge to suck the head deep into my mouth. "Keep going baby."

"So anyway, Mrs. Gleason asked if she could talk to me and I said sure. She asked if we could sit in the Rec Room and I was good with that, so I came in the house and we went to the basement."

He was starting to redden a little as he recounted his tale, no doubt remembering where he ended up and wondering what I might be thinking about that. This story was probably difficult enough for him to tell by itself, let alone be telling it to me. Especially since I wasn't letting go of his cock.

"She got me a pop and herself a glass of wine."

"Glass of wine," I said a little sarcastically. Again I was having a hard time keeping my emotions in tact. It was plainly evident that I was dealing with my own jealousies. The impulse proved too much and I dove my head forward taking his cock into my mouth. I sucked him deeply tasting his pre-cum and feeling his shaft fill my mouth as the head of his cock pressed against the back of my throat. I bobbed up and down gently pushing him deeper, holding him at the point of my gag reflex, attempting to breathe through it.

"Mmmwwuhh!" I pulled my head up and off releasing his cock, which now glistened with my saliva. My eyes water and my mascara was likely running. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth hard against his, kissing him and sucking his tongue into my mouth.

"Oh fuck mom!"

"I just couldn't help it." My words were heavily punctuated by gasps for breath.

"Do you want me to continue?" His eyes were bulging and he was noticeably excited by what I had just done.

"Yes, tell me the story of how this Bitch took you virginity."

"Mom?"

"Well?" I looked at him quizzically. "I'm a little jealous."

"Should I continue?"

"Yes," I said gripping his gorgeous cock even tighter.

He was smiling at the knowledge that I was jealous. The smug little bastard was taking pleasure in the fact that his mother was jealous. I knew right then and there I was in trouble. Glorious, amazing, sexually devious, trouble.

"Ok then," he continued. "The conversation started out about Kylie and I, and how serious we were becoming and her concerns for her daughter. I told her that I respected her daughter and that she needn't worry."

"Well I'm glad you're respectful of the girl," I acknowledged. I reached up with one hand and wiped my tearing eyes, first one then the other. All the while never letting go of his amazing cock.

"Well that's when Mrs. Gleason told me that she and Kylie talked about everything and that she knew we were experimenting but had come to an impasse." At this point he looked down.

"An impasse?" I echoed questioningly and then remembered what he had said about their first sexual attempt. "Oh, yeah sorry. Didn't make the connection at first."

That's when Michael laughed. "Yeah, I really didn't know what she was talking about either, until she said, 'Kylie said you've tried to fuck but your cock is just too damn big.' That took me for a loop mom."

"It would me too," I said. I looked down at his hard prick, it was damn big, it was amazingly damn big and I was going to have it in me or die trying.

"She told me Kylie didn't use those exact words but that was the crux of the matter. Then she asked is it true?" He became very quiet at this point and I wasn't sure if he was going to continue with his story. Then he started to blush, "I said is what true. And she said 'is your cock really that big.' And well one thing lead to another and well I ended up fucking Mrs. Gleason, uhm, Janice. In fact I fucked her twice that time and then again later a few more times."

"How many exactly," I asked.

"Uhm, well two more times," He replied.

"Are you still fucking her?" I was extremely jealous in that moment. More than I had ever been with any other boyfriend I had ever had.

"No."

"Good!" I exclaimed, "Because you're going to be fucking me and I'm not going to be sharing this cock with any other slutty bitch that thinks she might want a piece of this thing between your legs."

"So we're going to have sex?"

"Yes baby we're going to have sex, lots and lots of sex. You're going to fuck me. You're going to fuck me and I'm going to fuck you and then we're going to make love. Oh are we ever going to make love. Do you understand me?"

Throughout this whole time I had continued to stroke his cock. I was squeezing it tight between both my hands. I had applied more lube and had gotten it slick. The large head was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum and his balls were nice and tight.

"Do you think you can handle this?"

"I know I want to."

"Baby if we do this, you're going to see a side of mommy you've never seen before."

"Remember, I've heard you and dad having sex before mom, I know how you get."

"Baby there's a side of me you haven't seen or heard before. Before you were born mommy did some wild things. And if we do this baby, mommy is not going hold back. She's going to let all the walls down."

"What do you mean mom?"

"What I mean is that this is a pretty big taboo were talking about, it's not as easy as your father thinks it is to cross and come back from."

"Dad knows about this?"

"Yes he knows, but he doesn't know."

"I'm not sure what you're saying mom."

"I'm saying that only lovers do what we're going to do and only special lovers are going to do the things I'll want you to do to me. Michael, I'm going to expect you to do things and try things that you've never even considered doing to a girl."

"What kind of things?"

"Mommy needs a man to be her equal, to let her go places and do things that are scary at first, but to also bring her back to where she belongs," I knew he was confused and that it would take time, but I would teach him. He would be my lover; my man and I would give myself completely to him. There would be nothing left for anyone else no matter what we did or how far we went, what boundaries we pushed, if he did it right I would always be his and only his.

"Can you be strong for me. Michael?"

"I think so."

"Michael I need you to know so. Your father thinks that being in charge of a women means that you dominate and dictate what happens in the bedroom. Part of that is true but the most important part, the part that your father doesn't get is when and how to open doors."

"Open doors?"

"Yes Michael opening doors. This door in fact is one your father opened without understanding the ramifications for him, for me, for us as a couple and now for you."

"I'm not sure I'm following mom. It sounds like something bad has happened."

"Well that depends on your perspective. I'm going to fuck my son. My son is going to fuck me and become my lover. I don't take random lovers. I have bonding issues with the people I fuck. Your father forgot that."

"Bonding issues?"

"Michael when we are done things will be different between us. They will never be the same. I will still be your mother and you will be my son but our level of intimacy will have changed. You will have seen me in a very raw emotional state. When I have sex I have to give part of myself to the other person. I have to share something deeply meaningful to me. I can't explain it Michael, you will have to experience it to understand but once I do this we will be different. 

"Our bond to each other will change and at that point you will have a decision to make. You will either decide to accept me, and this new relationship or reject me. There will be no middle ground here. This I know about myself and I am being desperately honest with you here. Your father has forgotten this and it has changed the nature of my relationship with him."

"Mom are you going to leave dad?"

"Sexually as my dominant partner... Yes." I said, I was being honest, as honest as I possibly could be at the time. I had no idea where this path would lead us. Perhaps to our destruction and perhaps to mutual amazing bliss.

"As my husband, partner, and head of the household and the father of my child... No"

It was Michael's turn to look at me quizzically.

"You Michael, if you are willing, are going to become my lover. You are going to be my mate, my man and that means I am yours. Yours to have, to use, to abuse if you want, but you must always take care of me and keep me safe. Safe from the world and safe from myself."

"Safe from yourself?"

"Yes baby, from myself," I looked at him critically now, judging if he was actually ready for what was ahead of him, it was a lot. 

"I'm here at your father's request initially. He sent me thinking that he was having his subordinate bitch do his bidding."

"Okay..."

"What he didn't key into was that his Bitch told him she was vulnerable here and that he needed to be careful where he was pushing her to go. He didn't put in any safety precautions, he just went with his lust."

"Alright..."

"Well baby," I looked at Michael making sure we had good eye contact. "Pushing boundaries is always important and it is always illuminating but one doesn't jump out of an airplane without a parachute. Everyone needs to be safe."

"So sending you to me was like being without a parachute?"

"Exactly Michael. I had feelings for you, fantasy's I couldn't explain, nor were they ones we'd ever explored before. We hadn't tested the water and I tried to tell your father I wasn't ready to go this far. That if I did do as he asked, I wasn't sure what the outcome might be, that this was too big of a risk."

"And he sent you anyway?"

"I'm here aren't I?"

"Yes you are."

And with that I removed my housecoat and let it fall to the floor. I pulled his sheets back exposing him fully. We were now both naked. God he was sexy. I moved in beside him and grabbed one of his pillows, placing it behind my head. I got myself comfortable, spread my beautifully tanned long legs and laid back. My firm tits with their hard pierced nipples stood proudly on my chest waiting in anticipation of his mouth and hands. I slowly moved my hand down to my sex and gently fingered myself, spreading my inner labia apart, exposing my clit and clit ring. God I was wet.

"The first time you take me I want you on top. We need to get to know each other and that's the best way."

"And the second time?"

"The second time can be different but the third and fourth time or maybe the fifth or sixth time needs to be from behind. I need you to dominate me once or twice and that's one of my favourite positions. I like to be be taken hard and fucked ruthlessly from behind."




And You Thought This Would Be Easy 02



"Oh my god mom!"

"I told you, there is a side of me you have never seen before and this is it," I smiled from ear to ear, both excited and proud of where we were headed. My son was going to be my lover and I couldn't wait. "Now get on top of me."

Another time I would want him to eat me. Another time I would want more foreplay, another time I would want intrigue, but not this time. This time I wanted that big cock stuffed inside me as far as it could go. I'd lubed it up and now I wanted it plunging the very depths of me.

"That's it," My tone was calm and relaxed as I reassured him. 

To say he was nervous was putting it mildly. His inexperience was plainly evident; there was no way he could not be seen as a novice. I could feel him trembling and it did more to endear him to me than he could imagine. His fear and apprehension filled his mind with thoughts of inadequacies and shortcomings. Again there were no inadequacies evident, in point of fact nothing could be further from the truth. Other than his inexperience, which over time would fade into memory, much in the same way ones initial inexperience riding a bicycle fades over time, he had nothing to worry about. 

What he brought to this encounter was more than adequate, certainly more than his father brought. Physically he brought more than his fair share of surpluses, the deficits he brought were minor. He was above me looking down, watching as I took charge. He had never been more aroused. He rubbed his erect cock against my opening, allowing my fluids to lubricate the head of his penis completely. I could feel his body shaking as fought the urge to plunge forward into the cavity that was my sex.

"Easy baby," I said reaching down to guide his erection in. "Just the head. See, just like that."

Holding his hard cock firmly in my hand I moved it in a circular motion over the lips of my pussy causing it to flower. I was deliciously wet and he was extraordinarily hard. Round and round I went, first clockwise then counter clockwise, ensuring that the bulbous head was completely coated. The slick, slippery feeling was amazing for both of us, I could tell by his continual moaning. Quickly the entire head was covered with my essence and my lips blossomed open, exposing the entrance of my vagina.

"Take it slow," I reassured him as the head of his cock became increasingly soaked with my fluids. Quickly I became more open to the advance of the firm thick rod in my hand. The lips of my pussy splayed open, the mouth of my pussy accepting the head of his cock further into my body.

"Now a little more, feel how wet it is?" He nodded in appreciation of my statement. I was indeed wet. He was holding back, afraid to speak. It took all of his concentration to ensure he didn't explode right there and then.

"You're so tight mom and so wet."

"I know baby, I know."

"In and out gently, slowly at first, get use it," My tone was gentle, yet instructive. The head of his cock was totally saturated with my fluids and was becoming fully enveloped in my opening.

"Ok deeper," Almost before I indicated he could, he was committed, pushing into me attempting to insert himself more fully, more completely. His anxiousness and exhilaration getting the better of him, he attempted to embed himself deeper.

"Owe, easy baby not that deep, you're a big boy," My admonishment was gentle yet firm. I held him tight with my legs, squeezing his sides, slowing his progress by holding him tighter. My right hand was pressed firmly against his abdomen, setting the limit of his depth. I would take him utterly and absolutely but it would be at my pace and it would be pleasurable for both of us.

"Ok right there, in and out, with a nice steady rhythm," He began to move his cock in and out of me at the pace I had set. At first only half his cock was in me and soon he had three quarters of his shaft inside me. The sensation was magnificent, almost to the point of overwhelming.

"Ok now come closer," he hesitated and looked down at the point of our connection.

"Look at me," I wanted this to be perfect. I knew if I set the tone for the amount of pleasure we could both receive he would be just as committed as I was.

"That's right, put your forehead to my forehead," I kissed him and he returned the kiss, deeply, passionately.

"Nose to nose baby," We continued to kiss as his cock moved in and out of me stretching me, opening me. God he was thick, beautifully thick.

"Steady rhythm, keep going," I encouraged, moving my hips in circular motions, fucking him back, increasing both our pleasure.

"God that feels good," He stated as his cock pressed further. He was taking me farther than any man ever had and he had no idea. He was a natural.

"Breathe with me baby," I instructed. "Timing your breaths with your lover is a good way to reinforce the bonding that is happening between you."

What he didn't know was that with each thrust I was becoming more and more bonded to him. At that very moment I knew I was falling for my son. Falling in a way no mother should ever fall. His cock, his magnificent cock was making me feel and think things I had never considered. Bearing his child, being his wife, being his girlfriend, life without his father, cuckolding his father or being his mistress while he was married. My lust and love combined and I was lost.

"Ok now deeper," I needed to fuck. Fucking would focus my mind and take me away from these crazy thoughts.

"Deeper," I said. "Deeper!"

I wanted him to pound me with his cock. I wanted him to stretch me and reshape my pussy to better fit his amazing prick.

"Deeper!"

"Oh god I'm going to cum," And I was, much sooner than I expected. My orgasm seemed to come out of nowhere. He plunged into me and triggered something almost immediately.

"Oh fuck baby you're making me cum already."

"Ok keep going don't stop. Fuck me through my cum," I was becoming frantic. My orgasm was upon me before I knew it. It flooded my body. My muscles spasmed and my entire body arched back. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. This was a different kind of orgasm. My crotch burned and the heat radiated out through my stomach and down my legs at the same time. My hands and feet tingled and my nipples ached.

"My nipples, pinch my nipples!" He did. "No! Harder, harder!"

"Arghhhh! Bite them. Bite them!" He did.

"Hard!" He did.

"That's it yes... Oh fuck, I'm cumming again!'

"Oh god, oh thank you, thank you baby oh thank you..." I held his head as I convulsed again. Soon I had to let go, my body writhing as I shuddered and trembled, clutching the sheets beneath me.. But once I settled I held him again and looked at this man whom nineteen years ago came forth from the place he now entered and seemed to command.

"Ok give me the rest of your cock. I want all of it!" I was frantic in my plea. I needed this done. I needed to feel him completely inside me. I needed my lover to take my body, it was open for him. Open for him to have, to take, to make his and I was oh so good with that.

"All the way," I couldn't tell that those were my words, my voice sounded so different in this moment.

"All the way baby," I pleaded, desperately wanting to feel him tight against me.

"Give me all you got."

"Are you sure?" He sounded so cautious, so caring in that moment. The concern in his voice evident.

"Yes baby I want all of you," I said. "I want you back where you belong, inside of me."

"Mom, even Janice... Mrs. Gleason couldn't take all of me."

"Well I can and I will," I was emphatic I was confident I could take him and I needed him to take me. "How much could she handle?"

"About what you have so far. About the first eight inches."

I looked down between us and noticed the wet mark on his cock indicating how much of him had been in me. I had to ask, I never thought I was going to but I had ask now.

"Just how big is your cock?" My voice was quiet but not tentative. I may have been cautious but I wasn't vacillating in any way. I was going to have him completely inside me.

He blushed and looked embarrassed. "Michael, all boys, men for that matter have measured."

"Thirteen and a half inches."

"Oh," I hadn't really considered that it was over the twelve inch mark. I mean I speculated but really thought it was under that or at that point but not over that. Soon I would have over a foot of cock inside me. It was daunting. With eight inches in me that meant there was seven and half left to go, that was almost another whole cock.

"Oh my!" I looked at him and with complete conviction said, "I don't care what that bitch couldn't take, I'm taking all of you. I'm your bitch now and you fucking me with all of you cock. All the time, every time."

Those were brave words, frighteningly brave word. My only thought now was 'I hope I can do this more than once.'

"Oh God!" I screamed as he pushed forward past the wet mark that signified his previous maximum penetration. He continued forward and my pussy gave way letting him in deeper than I had ever had anyone before.

I winced and he stopped. He looked at me pensively, our eyes meeting and holding each other. He was just as scared as I was, he had never been this far inside a women before.

"Yeah don't stop," I reassured him, placing both my hands at the side of his face. I focused on that beautiful face, those gorgeous eyes and that bright, bright smile. "In and out like before, each time a little deeper."

"Oh fuck," the moan escaped me involuntarily. I didn't want to frighten him so I bit my lip and nodded.

"Oh fuck," it was his turn to moan.

"All the way," He went deeper I now had about three quarters of him inside me, but there was more to go, at least another five inches and god he was thick. I can't tell you what a thick cock is like, length can be uncomfortable and painful, but thick. Thick is always nice.

"Deep," I breathed in on that thrust.

"Deep baby!" Another thrust it was amazing. More and more of him went in me, stretched me, ruined me for others, for his father. I was his now and I would always be his.

"Don't stop."

"Fuck I'm going to cum! Shit fuck I'm going to cum again!!"

Again I couldn't believe it, I was cumming again. My body vibrated, my stomach convulsed. I could see the indentation, the outline of his huge cock. He was past my belly button. I was cumming hard. My legs shot out straight, my toes pointed and then curled. My hands grabbed his arms to hold on and I knew my nails were digging into him. I knew I'd likely be drawing blood, but I didn't care, I was cumming.

"God yes oh fuck baby, fuck. Oh god I love you, kiss me, god kiss me while I cum."

He leaned forward and kissed me hard and passionately. My soul was his. In that single kiss he took all that I had. I would never leave my son. He held still until the spasm of my orgasm ended and then with a reassuring nod from me, he pressed forward.

Suddenly he was at the end. The head of his cock hit the back of my pussy. He was pressed up against my cervix.

"It's ok," I reassured him. "That's just my cervix"

"Keep pumping," I looked at him seriously, attempting to relieve his hesitancy his apprehension was very apparent.

"You can do it," again I reassured him and he began gently moving in and out of me. The feeling of that thick cock sliding into me and then back out was electrifying. Every nerve ending in my vagina was on fire, the pleasure was overwhelming. I reached behind him and grabbed his perfectly round ass and pulled him into me, god it was amazing.

"Don't let it stop you!" I begged as I realized I wanted all of him inside me, whatever he was pushing against, my cervix, the back of my pussy, it was taking my breath away. My mind and body became singularly focused. I wanted to be fucked.

"Stretch it."

"Stretch it out!" At this point I didn't care. I so wanted to be completely fucked. 

I was crazy with lust. His cock was inside me, stretching me, he was thick and hard and he was my son and he was fucking me. I was hornier than I had ever been, I was in lust and in love, bonded in a way I'd never been bonded to anyone before. This was my lover and he was going to have me. He was going to have all of me. From this moment on I was his and I wanted him and everyone around me to know it. Fuck'em.

"Harder," I said and meant it.

He began to respond and drove into me with ever steadier force. I don't think I'd ever been as wet as I was, my cunt lubricated itself accordingly, almost knowing that this big cock needed all the help it could get to complete its task.

"Hard!" Again he responded, increasing the pressure and strength of his thrusts. Whatever hesitancy he had was gone and he was now a machine, plunging into me with great strength and force. I love it.

"Hard!" I screamed.

"Harder!"

"Yes!" More of that magnificent cock penetrated me, opened me, violated me in was that were too pleasurable to describe. The mixture of slight pain and pleasure were bringing out a side of me I'd never really explored before.

"Yes!"

"That's..." My eyes rolled into the back of my head. My body began to arch, whatever he was hitting was causing a reaction inside me different from what I'd felt previously.

"Yes, that it!"

"Oh god!" Something happened. Something I had never felt. A give? A tear? It wasn't painful really. It hurt. A sharp quick pain but then it stopped and it felt good. Incredibly good.

"Oh god!" Another orgasm. How many was this now? I didn't think I could cum this many times. I'd never cum this many times.

"I'm fucking cumming again. Oh Christ I can't take it. Oh fuck, oh fuck."

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" He kept fucking me. He was relentless. In and out and in and out. His cock rammed me, stretched me, fucked me. There are no words to describe what was happening to me. Everything I've said up until now pales. My orgasms before this were nothing. 

My sex life before this was minuscule.. I might as well have been a virginal bride on her wedding night. Nothing prepared me for what was happening. I always knew sex was good. It was great as a matter of fact. I liked sex, as much if not more than some men I knew. I liked to fuck and be fucked. I didn't shy away from sex, I loved it, all of it. Vaginal, oral, anal, masturbation, toys, everything about sex was good to me. But this was amazing.

Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me." And he did.

"Oh god, what is that mom?" His voice was shocked as he felt what I felt.

"You're pushing past," I informed him as best I could. I didn't know really what was happening but I was swallowing more of his cock, that I knew for sure.

"Oh my god you're pushing..." MY back arched involuntarily, meeting his thrust. My legs spread wide. I reached out with my hands and grabbed my legs opening myself up to him, literally doing the splits. He had full access to me, nothing would stop him from taking everything I had.

"Pushing past!"

"So deep. Fuck my cunt. Fuck it," I don't think he had ever heard me talk that way before. But whether it shocked him or not I couldn't tell. It certainly spurred him on as he began to thrust harder and harder into, ruining me for all others. He was taking what was his, claiming me for his own. Taking his Bitch, his women, his lover, his mother.

"So deep..."

"I'm so full," I hugged and kissed him hard, harder then I had yet. He kissed me back, our mouths devouring each other. His thrusting never wavered as he took me deeply. My son was magnificent, it that moment he was the lover I had always wanted and was soon on his way to becoming all I wanted.

"Oh god," he moaned as his balls nestled fully against me. He was in me, deeply, completely all the way.

"Slam it!" I encouraged not wanting this moment to wane. The energy we were sharing was intense. Soon he began to move in and out of me more easily; there was less and less resistance with each thrust. The fullness I felt was glorious, his cock was thick and hard and it hit places I didn't know existed.

"Oh god, mom. Oh god," His mouth was just above mine, we were millimetres apart. His breath was flowing into my breath, at one point I wasn't sure where he ended and I began. It felt as though we were melding together at our groins.

"Break it," I demanded as the bulbous head of his erection pushed into my cervix. From that moment on no other man would service me as my son did that night. I was his and he was mine.

"Oh fuck," my screams and cries were deliriously wild, signifying my complete supplication. "Oh fuck!"

"You fucker..." Michael bore down on me, his thrusts stretching beyond my limits. I could see the delicious face of ecstasy take him as my body gave in to his demands.

"Ahh," I could no longer put words together, my body and mind were overwhelmed with joy and ecstasy.

"Ahhh!" I continued. "Arghhhh!"

"Oh my go, my god, my god..." finally I looked into Michael's eyes, my love for him changed in that moment, my son was my man, my lover, my mate.

"Oh god," he moaned back at me, kissing me deeply, devouring me again and again with each delicious thrust and spearing of his cock.

"You've done it!" My cunt gushed and his cock head plunged deeper into me than anything I had ever known. "You're past my cervix!"

"Oh fuck," he growled as he continued to fuck me hammering himself into me.

"Fuck!" he announced his balls slapping my ass, time and time again.

"No. Oh no, not again. Agai... oh god again. You fucking... oh you fucking bastard..." I grabbed his head with both hands bringing our mouths together once again. 

"You're making me cum."

The room filled with the sounds of our lovemaking. Slap, slap, slap our bodies came together again and again. It was only at this moment that I briefly thought of my husband down the hall. He was tied to our bed listening to his son taking me, owning me, ripping from him in a savage and sexual frenzy that I gladly accepted. I was my son's concubine; his woman and I would gladly announce that to the world.

"You're in my womb," I announced to my son, staring at him deeply. Our eyes lock together in that moment, true lovers, a man and women locked in the most erotic and sensual of embraces.

"Fuck me!" I screamed as bliss overtook me. "Fuck me in my womb!"

"Oh god mom," Michael moaned. "Oh god, I love you."

His breathing was fast but regular, evenly paced. He was in this for the long haul, he was fucking me like a marathoner, steady, strong and deep.

"In my womb baby!" I encouraged him. "In my womb..."

"I'm cuming," I proclaimed. "I'm cuming..."

"Oh god," he responded. "Oh yes!"

"Oh fuck," My groin was on fire. I couldn't believe it was happening again.

"Make me cum"

"Make me cum!"

"That's it..."

"That's it you bastard!" With every thrust, every stab and insertion he claimed me.

"Oh"

"Oh!"

"I'm cummming," I was over the edge again, gone. "Oh fuck I'm cuuummming!"

"Oh god," he moaned. I knew he could feel my vaginal canal spasming, squeezing the vary length of his cock. This was my birth canal, the very path he had travelled oh so many years ago. Now he was travelling it again and soon his seed would complete the journey and we would be full circle.

"Oh," my moaning took the better of me. "Oh god!"

"Oh I love you..." I declared.

"Oh god I love you... Oh my fucking god," My heart was his and would be his. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, mom."

"I'm yours!" I shouted, knowing that my voice would travel throughout the house. Knowing that others would hear my declaration and know I now belonged to another.

"All yours baby," I said smiling. "Yours to fuck!"

"Oh god!" He moaned acknowledging what I was saying to him.

"I'm going to cum mom," It was his turn to pronounce to me.

"That's it baby cum for me, cum for mommy," I encouraged.




And You Thought This Would Be Easy 03



Ok I know it's been a while but like I've said before I'm not really a prolific writer. Now apologies up front for not working on other projects but you go where the Muse takes you. Special thanks to "The Dude" for the editing on this piece, we'll see if we can keep the Grammar Police at Bay.

Again everyone person depicted in all my stories are eighteen years of age or older. Nothing written is real, that would be weird. Fantasy is just that, fantasy and Oedipus Stories have been around for centuries so I make no apologies there. The author neither condones nor encourages any of the actions depicted within this tale. This is more Porn than it is anything else so if you're looking for Tolstoy, Chekhov or Dostoyevsky, well you've come to the wrong place.

And so we begin.

*****

What am I doing? Who does this? How could I have fallen so far, willingly? All these and many more questions were busily travelling through my brain. None of them were receiving an answer of any measure. It had been three weeks since my fall from grace and my slide, if you could call it that, took the form of a full on plummet. 'The Plummet' as it were began from the moment I left my son's room and returned to my marital bed.

Roger was asleep upon my arrival, still firmly secured as I had left him. As I gently began to untie his ankles, releasing him from his night's confinement he awoke. "Did you even think of me last night?"

"Sometimes," I replied softly continuing to unfasten the terricloth ties from the foot board.

"Well?"

"Well what?" I looked at him giving him no indication I knew what he was alluding to.

"Tell me what happened."

"What do you want to know?" I relented.

"You fuck him?"

"Weren't you listening?" I asked feeling somewhat annoyed at the directness of the question. I had just finished releasing both his feet and was now looking in the nightstand for the keys to the handcuffs. I wondered to myself how he managed to sleep at all trussed up as he was. Once I found the key I approached the bed, it seemed odd us having this conversation. It was like we were discussing the weather or some other immaterial thing that had no relevance to us or our relationship.

As he began to sit up in the bed, rubbing his wrists and then his ankles he replied to my question. "A little bit."

"Well then, you know we weren't watching TV." The sarcasm and anger were dripping from my voice. I was angry with him. Moreover, I was feeling guilt and that guilt was driving my anger. Roger got up and stood, then immediately headed to the bathroom. I guess a night spent tied to the bed probably had some significant downsides.

I heard the toilet flush and then Roger returned, he grabbed his pajama bottoms and pulled them on before he walked over to his bureau and took out a T-shirt. He didn't even acknowledge that I was wearing my house coat and nothing else.

"Is he up?"

"He's been up and has left," I replied. "I thought it best he be gone when I woke you. I think we have a lot to talk about."

Roger immediately left our room and headed down the hall. He opened Michael's door and peered into the room. As you can imagine it was in complete disarray.

"Jesus Christ, Rachel, what happened in there?"

"What do you think happened in here?" I don't know if I was more annoyed with his questioning or confused at his response. His entire composure threw me.

"My god, look at this room, it's trashed." He was right, it was trashed. There were no sheets on the bed, really. The fitted sheet had come off sometime during the night and was never returned. Most of the pillows remained and a single sheet was draped over one corner of the bed. There was a pillow and a blanket on the dresser that I hoped Roger ignored or didn't notice, as I wasn't really feeling like explaining how they got there. The room definitely looked used and, embarrassingly enough, still smelt of sex.

"Alright you've seen the room, that's enough. Let's just shut the door, shall we?" I said in my most matronly of voices. I could feel my embarrassment rising the longer we stood there. It was of course at that point that Roger did the unthinkable; he walked in.

"Roger, get out of there," I admonished. "Jesus Christ."

All at once I felt embarrassed and prepubescent. Like some high school girl caught doing something shameful, but the fact was I didn't feel ashamed. At that moment I felt angry and betrayed. He had put this into motion. He had played his ever manipulative game and set things to flight. I wanted to yell at him, to strike out at him; after all he had driven me to this, had pushed me. Hell, he had gone out of his way to see this happen, so fuck him.

Just as I was about to say something more severe, he turned and looked at me in shock. For the first time it was actually sinking in. In that very instant, reality and fantasy collided and he had to reconcile these two desperately differing perceptions, each with its own set of precepts. Fantasy can be anything wild and broad with little or no fear of repercussions. Reality is truth and fact, mired in consequence, decision and choice, requiring ownership and acceptance. And now he was faced with all of that.

"I fucked him, alright? I fucked our son!"

Now facing me fully, the look on his face was strange. I'm not sure what I had expected, rage, anger, hurt, sorrow, I don't know, but what I saw was none of those. What I saw could only be described as arrousal.

"Did he cum in you?" he breathed the question almost as if he were afraid to ask.

"Don't you get it Roger? I fucked him. I fucked Michael! I've been fucking him all night and this morning too," I looked at Roger as I spoke, my face ashen, my eyes wide. "I've changed the very nature of our relationship, we can't go back now. We can't go back to what we were."

He didn't seem to understand the gravity of what I was saying. He was too lost in his own lust.

"Is that what you want? Do you want to go back to what you were?"

"Yes, part of me does," I said as I turned to face him. "I'm still his mom. I nursed him, I raised him, he came from me."

I looked down as I spoke. I surveyed my body. I could see streaks of Michael's cum on my stomach, thighs and breasts. I could still feel where his hands held me, squeezed me, pinched, probed and massaged me. Again my nipples began to harden of their own volition, giving away my arousal. "This is so much to handle right now and I don't know if I can. I think we may have gone too far."

"You said only part of you wanted to," Roger spoke tentatively.

"Yes, part of me did want to, does want to." I caught myself as I spoke and hearing my words knowing they were untrue.

"But part of you doesn't want to. Part of wants something else, thinks something else. What does that part of you want?" Roger knew he would regret the answer to this question even as he asked it.

"Oh god, Roger, I don't know. I mean I do know, but I don't know." I was so hesitant at this point, worried that telling him the truth would hurt him but wanting to tell him the truth because I desperately needed him to know.

"Tell me. Tell me about that part. Tell about what you think you don't know."

"I can't," I thought I would cry as I began to speak.

"What do you mean you can't?"

"It'll hurt too much."

"It'll hurt too much? Hurt who, too much? Hurt you?"

"No, Roger. Hurt you." My eyes watered as spoke to him. The emotions I was feeling were difficult to capture singularly. There was this jumble of thoughts and feelings all mixed together into one mess which was difficult enough to articulate without the added pressure placed on me by my husband's incessant need.

"Tell me, I need to know."

"Tell you what Roger? Tell you I'm a slut. Tell you I'm a whore," my voice radiated lust and sex, almost vibrating as I spoke. "Tell you I liked what happened, what happens, and I want to do it again."

Slowly, I backed away from our son's room. Roger pursued. We moved down the hall, me in my housecoat, which was open allowing partial glimpses of my nude body beneath. A flash of thigh, a hint breast, followed by a peek at my bare sex, all seemed to further entice and draw my husband away from my son's room and toward me.

"I like fucking him and I think he likes fucking me, and I want to fuck him again and again and again." My heartfelt passion was almost intimidating. "He's going to fuck my tits, fuck my mouth, fuck my cunt and fuck my ass, and I'm going to cum every time he does. Every time. Are those the things you want to know?"

"Yes." The reply was as simple as it was brief. Yes, he wanted to know all those things. He craved knowing, needed to know, and got off on knowing. God help us both it was sexy, hot, nasty, even as it was devastating; he knew and I knew it. He wanted to know, he wanted to hear, he wanted to watch, I knew it, it had always been a voyeuristic fantasy of his. I could tell he was in a quandary, his emotions were a mess, he must have felt defeated in a sense and virile in another, as reviled as he felt or should've felt, he also felt aroused and horny. 

Roger was rock hard and from the look in his eyes I knew he wanted to fuck me, to stick his raging hard on deep inside me and fuck me until he had nothing left. He wanted to flood me with his seed. He knew I was wet with cum that wasn't his, he knew my pussy had been fucked by a larger, thicker cock but still he wanted to penetrate my depths and feel my silky smooth folds. He wanted to ravage me as much as he wanted to make love to me. In a sick, distorted way he wanted to reclaim what was his, to mark it with his seed. Isn't that why a penis head is shaped the way it is? Shovel shaped so that it can scoop out cum vying for my eggs. So how could I tell him no? How could I let him know that what was once his, was now and forever beyond his ability to reclaim. So in that moment I resolved to fuck him. I resolved to let him cling to a hope I knew was lost. I still loved him, he was still my husband, but he was no longer my man.

We had slowly migrated back down the hall and were standing at the threshold of our bedroom. I knew as soon as we crossed that imaginary line, the one that represents more than what it physically is, a simple entranceway into a sleeping quarters. Yes, he would want me in the worse way; he would buy into the imaginary in its representation and want to reclaim what was his. It was then that I fully intended to reclaim my own power in this relationship. It was my pussy, my cunt, my sex, my vagina, and I would fuck who I pleased.

"Now my mouth still tastes like cock and I have three loads of cum in my cunt, so are you going to fuck me or am I just going soak the sheets and waste all this sex and love juice?" I moved onto the bed, opened my housecoat and exposed myself completely. 

"Oh baby, you are such a slut." He said as he got between my legs. It was like he couldn't believe his eyes; I was fabulously exposed and waiting to be taken. The mouth of my cunt gapped open. It was soaked with sex juices and the heady aroma flooded both of our senses making his cock stiffen even more and his balls tight, while my pussy just flooded.

"Oh god I need to be inside you." He exclaimed. He held himself at my opening, appearing full of pent up anxiety and trepidation. Once he did this, once he entered me and confirmed that it was real, that I'd been fuck by another man, stretched by a larger cock and inseminated with virile potent sperm, there was no turning back. He had fantasized about this and I knew it. He had thought long and hard about this moment, rehearsed it in his mind, role-played it, masturbated to it and now he was going to experience it for real. Our only hope would be that it was everything he had envisioned.

"Come on you bastard! You turned me into this, you made me explore this side of myself, you wanted it real. Well, it doesn't get any more real than this." I stared at him, daring him to take the next step.

"Stick your cock in that nasty stretched out pussy, feel all the cum floating around in there. He stretched me out good, you bastard, just like you wanted; I am a whore now, a fucking whore, so fuck me!"

Roger drove his cock deep into my thoroughly fucked out pussy. One quick hard thrust and he was all the way inside me. His shaft slid in, slick and smooth, meeting no resistance, stopping only when his pubic bone ground into mine. He moaned loudly signifying both his pleasure and disappointment. His cock was enveloped in my vagina, warm, soft and wet like liquid sex.

"Ahhh, ffuuuck," he groaned which match my own guttural response. "Ohhh, fuck me baby. Fuck me."

Usually when we had done this in the past, the head of his cock would rest against my cervix. This time our sex was going to be much different. Only my vaginal walls smothered Roger's cock; my cervix was pushed deeper into my body. He knew what this signified; the depth of our son's previous penetration had re-shaped my pussy. His cock was bigger than his father's, I knew it, and now he knew it. Michael surpassed him in both length and girth. After all we had both seen it that day at the pool party; maybe he'd never seen it hard, but he'd seen it. Roger's lust was overpowering as he leaned forward to kiss me, our mouths devouring each other. He was desperate to take me, to make me his again. As if to acknowledge this I greedily began to kiss him back, to suck his lips and tongue, our mouths in a frenzy of passion.

"That's right baby you're all the way in me now." I moved my hips in tight circular motions, grinding my pubic bone into his, every once in a while I would thrust up lifting my ass off the ground, rocking his cock in the socket of my cunt. There is nothing more erotic than the feel of a lover pressed firmly against your body. My breasts were mashed up tight against his chest. His arms wrapped around me, holding me. His hands exploring my body, moving up my sides and back down, touching and feeling me, sending electric shocks of pleasure throughout my body. I spread my legs wide to give him access to me, to push himself as deeply into me as he could, letting him know that I would swallow him whole if I could.

"Oh god you're really stretched. So fucking sloppy, so fucking sloppy."

"Yes baby, yes I am. And I'm going to continue to be stretched for quite awhile." We continued to kiss as we spoke, or bodies writhing and twisting in a glorious sexual knot. "I've been thoroughly fucked, baby, and filled with cum, just like you wanted."

I continued to move my hips in circular motions, pressing our groins together in order to increase the friction we both needed to feel in that moment. I loved the feel of his body next to mine, but moreover I wanted him to feel what it was like to have me after I'd be fucked so thoroughly by our son. The thought of it was more erotic than anything I had previously experienced.

"Are you going to fuck him again?"

"Yes baby, I am." I answered. There was no hesitation in my voice. Once I was conflicted and my mind plagued with guilt, remorse, anger and disappointment not mention some self-loathing. But right now, in this moment and in the presence of my husband, naked as I was, I didn't care. I had simply rationalized my love for both men, the father and the son. So my answer was easy, I was alive with sexual energy and the answer was easy. "Yes, I'm going to fuck him again, and suck him again. We're going to explore each other's bodies and press each other's limits. I will teach him and he will teach me."

"Oh my god." Roger began thrusting wildly into me now, his hips moving rapidly. He was a raging fuck machine, pistoning his cock in and out of me. He wasn't looking for release; I don't think he could have cum at that moment anyway, although he was highly aroused, his body needed more and so did mine. We were fucking for the sake of fucking. His body was vibrating all over, we had heard about tantric sex before and that an orgasm if delayed and held long enough could be different, close to metaphysical. We had originally thought that was simply bullshit, but in this moment I was a convert: Here we were rhythmically pounding and writhing against each other, his cock going in and out of me, the slick sound of sex filling my ears; we were blissfully unaware of anything else. I knew he would deal with everything else later, right now he just needed to fuck me and I needed to fuck him. Nothing else mattered at that moment but the continual rapture and pleasure of fucking. We were lost in this moment, to this moment, and both he and I knew it.

"When?" He huffed loudly in a voice that sounded as though it came from outside his body. His cock stroking in and out of me, the sloshing sound of our fucking filling my ears, the smell of sex flooding the room. My orgasm was building deeply inside of me, each contraction causing my aching uterus to spasm. Soon my cervix would thrust itself against my vaginal wall in an attempt scoop up the potent sperm that saturated my womb. I knew Roger had no viable sperm left to give me and what sperm that was left would be my son's. My body was electric, my nipples hard pressing into his chest, my hips opening wide. I was getting ready to breed.

"Tomorrow, tonight, later today, after I'm done fucking you." I meant every word of it, I would fuck Michael again, and again and again for as long as he wanted to slide his beautiful cock into me I would let him. I would take his potent sperm into my fertile womb without a care, knowing too well the potential outcome. "I'm going to go into his room and suck that magnificent cock of his. I'm going to fuck him and he's going to be my lover."

"And then what?"

"Well I might just take a day or two off work." I smiled at him, knowing that, that was exactly what I was going to do. In all likelihood I'd take more than a few days off.

Roger continued to fuck me while we spoke. The talk only served to arouse him more. We were both high on sex, drunk with endorphins. I had been in a continued state of arousal throughout the whole night and now it was the next day.

"Are you going to fuck him all day?"

"Is that what you want baby, for me to fuck him all day?" A mischievous smile returning to my face. I was beginning to like the idea of two lovers, of two cocks whose only purpose was to serve me. "You want me to take him inside me and fuck him like I'm fucking you. As a lover?"

"Will you fuck me after?" His thrusting never abated, even as he asked this very loaded question. I would fuck him, of course I would fuck him but it would never be the same as it was. Michael was now my lover, not his father.

"Yes baby, of course I will." I said my hand reaching up to caress and sooth his brow. "You need to make me cum now, baby. It's getting late and we have a long day ahead of us. Make me cum and add your cum to his, you know you want to, now mix your seed with your son's."

That was it; I took him over the edge. I had taken his fantasy and blew it apart. In fact I had turned it inside out and upside down. Roger was completely caught up in this new and heightened sexuality. I felt beautiful and feminine, which seemed to have him enthralled. His cock raged inside my sex. The continual motion of our fucking bringing us both to the edge, pushing us to greater heights, I was beginning to worry about what I might say or do next.

"Oh fuck you, bitch, you're going to make me cum."

"Fuck me, baby, fuck my used cunt." I encouraged knowing he would not be able to hold back any longer. Frankly neither would I, my orgasm was right there sitting as if waiting for something to push it/me over the edge. And then there it was.

"Oh god, you're going to make cum." Roger groaned and his cock spasmed and began flooding me with rope after rope of his seed.

"Of course I am, baby, that's what a good whore does: she makes her men cum." And then it happened my orgasm hit and radiated out from the centre of my sex. My legs trembled and my stomach fluttered uncontrollably. I grabbed roger's shoulders and dug in with my nails, scoring his skin deeply. "Fuucck, you bastard!!"




And You Thought This Would Be Easy 03



Wave after wave took me and I knew I would be exhausted. I'd spent the better part of half a day fucking and being fucked. It was glorious and amazing and I'd do it again and again from now on; I knew it with a certainty that was absolute in its conviction. I also knew that the next time Michael and I were intimate we would be making love, not just simply fucking. 

"Is that what you are now? A whore?" Roger asked as he slowly moved his cock in and out of me now. In moments he would lose his erection but at this moment he was still hard and his cock continued to give me pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, baby, it's too late for you to second guess that. You whored me out." I said in exhausted overtones. It was too late, this night had changed everything: It had changed my relationship with my husband, it had changed my relationship with my son, and, moreover, it had changed how I viewed myself. I was no longer a passive sexual partner and I don't think I would ever be again. Sure I might be submissive, and there was part of me that would like to explore that with my son, but I would never be passive again. I would now dictate where and how I wanted my sex life to go. If I wanted to be slutty I would, and if I wanted to submissive I would. But, most importantly, if I wanted my son I was going to have him.

"And he's now one of your men? One of your lovers? You're his and he's yours?"

"That's right baby I'm his. I love you but I'm his, you'll need to ok with that." I looked down at my husband's wilting cock as it left the warmth of my sex. It was covered with the remnants of our encounter but moreover I knew my son's seed also coated my husband's sex and I knew what the truth of that realization was. "And by the way... I think I maybe pregnant."