9 comments/ 111145 views/ 59 favorites Love or Sex Ch. 01 By: fuzzybritches So I've found myself in the most interesting position of having sex with my mom, furthermore being in love with her. Interesting because this is not the relationship most sons have with their mother for many obvious reasons. Before I get into the dirty stuff I should start from the beginning and provide you with more details so you understand our situation. Mom had me at a the young age of fifteen, a sophomore in high school. Too young if you ask me, I'm certainly glad she didn't do anything, but I think if I were in the situation the outcome would be different. Granted I wasn't sexually active when I was fifteen, but I hope that if I was and the same situation happened to me I wouldn't be burdened with a child to raise while still being a child myself. So more about the beginning, like I said mom got knocked up when she was fifteen. She never revealed who the man was that got her pregnant. There are one of two options; she was raped and didn't want to turn him in, or the guy was over eighteen and therefore it was statutory rape. Either way I imagine my mother hates the man who got her pregnant and didn't want him to have anything to do with me. Half of me thanks her for that, the half that is in love with her and gets to have sex with her. The other half is almost curious about who my dad is and what life would have been like knowing him. In the end I think my mother made the proper decision, she had a great support system in my grandparents. They looked after me so she could finish high school and even go to college; great people and I love them very much. Mom got her degree in business management, kind of a general degree but it helped her land a great job almost as soon as she graduated. A little background information about me, I have a bit of a foot fetish. Nothing major, I don't NEED to have feet involved in sex to get off. I do love a woman in heels, lingerie, and I love thigh high stockings, but a naked woman on a bed is more than enough stimulation for me. Fortunate for me my mom has all those things, found that out before we began our relationship. I was a bit nosey when I was going through puberty and rummaging through my moms underthings provided plenty of material for when I rubbed one out in the bathroom. I don't have that need to jerk off with my moms panties thing, but I did fantasize about her when I was jerking off, her stuff was just the spark that lit my imagination. I've only ever had one girlfriend, not the hottest girl in the school but she was nice to me and we seemed to like each other. Enough that I lost my virginity to her, we even had sex a few times afterwards. She went away to college though and I decided to stay to help mom out, so that was the end of that. Not that I minded, it allowed me to concentrate on the woman I love, and gave me a little experience so I don't disappoint. I always kept a job, even though I didn't need to because mom's paycheck was more than enough for the both of us. I still felt it was important to help out where I could, that mainly meant money for me to purchase things for myself so I wouldn't have to ask mom. I also helped out around the house where I could, making dinner, grocery shopping, cleaning the place up. My mom and I have always had a very relaxed relationship around each other. When mom moved out of my grandparents place after she landed a great job after college she found a great place for us. In a great neighborhood and still close enough to my grandparents that I can go over there to visit. Because of the relative closeness in age between my mom and I she always brought a relaxed attitude towards sex and the human body. She gave me the sex talk and used real terms, never shied away from telling me what really happens, it was awkward but created an open environment for us to converse. With that openness it led to a personal openness, it led to us seeing each other in various stages of undress. Basically I've seen her naked and she's seen me naked, there has always been innocent flirting; a lingering hug, a kiss that seems to imply more. It would be one thing if you had one of those fat ugly moms, sorry if thats you, but my moms hot and not just because I love her. She's about 5'4" and has this great curvy body, C-cup boobs, and the most amazing ass and hips you've ever seen, porcelain skin, and long wavy black hair. More than just a sexual object my mom is a great person to talk to, I don't have many friends now, make that none that want to hang out with me outside of school. So if there wasn't some sort of group project that got me out of the house, the house is exactly where I stayed. I think this worried mom at first, but then she noticed that it really doesn't bother me. I am actually very happy with my life, I keep myself entertained with all the normal trappings that kids my age are into, namely video games. I also love reading and writing, I share my short stories on online forums and interact with people there. The most important thing is the time I get to spend with my mom, she works long hours most of the time, so when we get to just kick back and talk about the things that make us laugh its worth it all. Listening to my mom tell stories and the way she laughs gives me this feeling in my heart that can only be described as love. All this work, on both of our parts, doesn't go unnoticed by the opposite person. When one of us goes out of our way to do someone for the other we always show appreciation to them, even if its something small. The first night we had sex began like any other. It was a tuesday, and I didn't have to work till thursday, and I wasted the entire day in front of the TV. The most productive thing I did was taking a shower, I didn't even manage to get fully clothed. Just sat on the couch in my boxers taking in as much crappy daytime tv as I could. In walks my mom at around 6pm, home from work, and boy do I love this sight. Today mom was wearing a knee length black skirt, black thigh high stockings, black high heel pumps, and a white blouse. First I hear the sound of her heels on the hardwood floors and then I smell her perfume. "Have you been on the couch all day?" "Yup" "Lucky. I think I'll join you" Mom plops herself on the couch right next to me, not anything weird with that. She stretched her stocking covered legs across mine and kicks off her shoes letting them drop to the floor. This is all new to me, but like I said mom and I are not shy about physical affection so no suspicions are aroused. "What are we watching?" "Um, X-men. It's the only thing on." "Okay, I'll just relax here. Its been a long day." Now my attention is not even close to what's on the TV, my eyes are trained on her legs and feet. Watching her stretch her toes out while encased in those lovely stockings are all I can concentrate on. The way they slightly shimmer when they catch the light is one of the most beautiful and arousing sights. Evidenced by the fact that I'm sporting a stiffy, being pinned down by my moms legs. Surely she can tell, all I have on is a pair of boxers, and if i'm not mistaken she's gently rubbing my cock with her legs. By this time her knee length skirt is now hiked up to mid thigh and I can make out the very bottom of the band of her thigh highs. Now I have a bit of a problem, if I move even the slightest my dick will pop out of my shorts, but if I let her continue I'll be completely hard in a matter of minutes. What's my plan? Do I excuse myself to run to the bathroom and risk exposing myself to my mom in an aroused state? Or do I hope she just stops? I decide the best plan of action is to rest my hands on her legs, this should get her to stop rubbing my dick. And it does, but now I have my hands on my moms legs, her stocking covered legs, that I adore. This only proved to get me rock hard and in all this time I didn't once take my eyes off her legs or feet to pay attention to her or the TV. All this time she was staring at me, enjoying teasing me with what she knew was a weakness and pleasure of mine. "Someone's enjoying themselves!" I stammered around a half hearted semi-embarrassed apology. "Oh. Ha. Yeah...uh...sorry mom." "No worries, its a natural response from someone your age." She then shoots me this smirk, I couldn't tell for sure the meaning of it, but I knew it wasn't completely innocent. Fuck it, I'll press my luck, we'll start easy. I began to caress her calf, it felt great, smooth, silky, even better than I had imagined. Even better than that, no protest from mom, but I was scared to move any further north. I was also still enjoying the show she was putting on for me with her toes, still stretching them out from time to time, making a sort of web with the material of the stocking. At this point I'm rock hard and there is no hiding it, I know mom can feel it, and it's slowly creeping out of my shorts. All of a sudden mom rolls on her side, forcing her skirt that was at her mid thigh to be almost completely bunched up around her waist. If this wasn't the wave home then what I saw next certainly was. First I get a full view of her stocking tops, the band was black lace and the pattern was of hearts and roses. Then my view travels up and I see the tiniest bit of black fabric run up her backside. Of course I knew my mom wore underwear like this, g strings almost entirely, but it was still a shock to see her in them. My boxers could no longer contain my erection and with one muscle twitch it was free and standing proud. I paused all movement, and I noticed, so did mom. I could feel my heart pounding in my head. Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm fucked, did I misread the signals? Moms head is at such an angle that she can certainly see it. Fuck! "..." And just as I open my mouth to make an apology, mom stretches her legs with all the grace of a ballerina, pointed toes and all. Then she captures my dick in between her legs and just holds it there, giving a slight back and forth rubbing motion between her calves. This has restored my confidence and I start to run my hands all over her thighs, even getting past her stocking tops and feeling the warm silky smooth skin of her hips. My heart is still pounding, but from excitement and arousal not fear. I place my left hand on her right butt cheek and give it a firm squeeze. The only way I can describe it is perfect, just the right amount of muscle tone and give. I spend a considerable time fondling my moms ass because of its perfectness. All this time my mother has been silent, I know she's not asleep because she is still massaging my dick with her legs. But what's going on with her, why now? Its not like this is a gift for my 18th, that passed months ago. What could have caused this switch with her? Not that I'm complaining, I've been exploring my mother's body for the past forty five minutes. I'm going to press my luck a little further. I start by running my hands over her knees, lame start I know, but it gives me the only opening to get my hands between her legs. So I find a gap and slowly slide my hands up, and am met with no resistance, in fact she is slowly parting her legs so I can run my hand all the way up. As I get to the fabric of her g string I notice that its soaked completely through and I touch what I can only imagine to be her clit she reacts like a bolt of electricity shot through her body. She tensed up and let out a short quiet sigh. I begin rubbing the spot that caused this fantastic reaction and notice that she is slowly grinding against my hand, I don't even have to move it, she's doing all the work. I can feel her get even wetter, and grind a little harder to the point where I'm almost fingering her through her panties. "mom" I whisper "Yes baby" she moans "Can I go down on you? "Yes baby" she moans again. She lays on her back and spreads her legs, releasing its grip on my dick, and reveals the second sexiest thing I've ever seen. The material my mothers panties are made of, black lace thats almost completely see through. I can make out the tiny landing strip she shaves her pubic hair into. I position myself between her legs and reach under her to pull off her panties, she thrusts her hips up to give me a little help. I look at her and smile, but her eyes are closed and shes breathing heavy in anticipation. I lower my head and take in THE sexiest thing I've ever seen, the sight of my moms vagina, its perfect, tiny and bald except for the thin landing strip. The entire flatness of my tongue makes its way from the very bottom to the top of her clit, with the slightest flick after. She lets out a sigh of relief that manages to make me harder than I already am. I lick my middle and ring finger and slowly insert them, then curl them so as to better stimulate her G spot. While doing this mom is writhing around under me in a almost impatient manner, gyrating and humping the air. So I get to business. Using my tongue to concentrate on her clit, first tracing circles around it then using my lips to create a vacuum and sucking it a little further into my mouth and flicking it with the very tip of my tongue. Already my mother's moans are loud and showing signs that she's approaching her climax, but that's not what I want just yet. So I change the rhythm, and my fingers and tongue switch places. I can hear the instant change in her breathing and the moans changed to an Mmmm. I keep this pace for the next minute or so before I hear the Mmmm's changing back to moans and the pace of her breathing pick up. It's clear this orgasim is comming no matter what. So I once again switch finger and tongue positions and keep up a steady pace. "Oh god" she pants "Oh god baby" she moans "Oh god, I'm gonna..." With her feet resting on my shoulder I can feel her entire body get stiff, shes mouthing the word 'yes' but no sound is coming out. Her hip is thrust into the air and her hands are clenched into the couch cushion. The entire time I haven't broke contact, my tongue still flicking her clit with the same pace, and my fingers working at a fevered pace inside of her. From what seems like out of nowhere my moms entire body starts to go into convulsions and her legs clamp shut on my head, but I can feel her feet pushing on my shoulders. "OH GOD!" She screams at a volume that I think the neighbors might hear. "OH FUCK!" She pulls me out from between her legs and almost jumps back, her hips instinctively humping the air. Her eyes have long since rolled into the back of her head and her breathing is erratic. Body still shaking and no intelligible words coming from her mouth. All signs of a very powerful orgasim. As her breathing pattern returns to normal she begins to open her eyes and sees me staring at her with a very proud grin, and a very hard dick. She pops up and with one deft move pulls down my shorts and pushes me into a seated position on the couch and kneels between my legs. Then she grabs my balls with one hand, pulling and softly kneading them, and with the other she takes a firm grip on my dick, just leaving the head exposed. Taking it completely into her mouth and running her tongue all over it, kissing and licking every bit of the head. I let out in a low slow groan "Je-sus christ" and my head rests against the back of the couch. Mom releases her grip on my shaft and runs her tongue along every bit of it before she swallows two thirds of it. "Oh god in heaven. Mom that feels amazing. Now shes really getting into it, making all sorts of slurping noises while shes taking as much of me into her mouth. As I look down at her we catch eyes, she winks at me and she shoves my dick as far back into her mouth as she can. I let out the typical "Hnggg" sound as she licks my shaft with the head of my dick in the back of her throat. With my dick now covered in my moms saliva she places one hand at the base of my shaft and begins to jerk just the head with her free hand. "Oh god mom thats so fucking good" "You like that baby? You like when your mom sucks your dick? All I could muster was a very sincere "Yes" God this was the best blowjob I've ever gotten, her technique is amazing. She seems to know exactly what I want, right when I want it. Yet another reason why I love and am in love with this woman. "Good baby, I want you to cum just as hard as you made your mommy cum." She takes me back into her mouth, wraps her hand around my shaft and jerks me while her tongue massages the underside of my shaft. I can see her spit shining off my cock, and bobbing her head back and forth on me is almost enough to send me over the edge, its a surprise I didn't cum as soon as she touched me. But I think I've been holding out for something else. "Mom. I wanna to be inside you." She pulls her head away from my dick and replied. "Oh, you want to fuck your mommy huh?" The look in my eyes was all the answer she needed. She layed down on the couch with her legs spread and I crawled on top of her. "Be gentle with me baby, its been awhile since I last had sex." I nod and ready myself. With my dick in my hand I position it at her entrance and as the head pushes past her lips we both let out a gasp. The further I slid inside my mother the warmer, wetter and tighter it seemed to get. When all of me was inside her she put her hands at my side so she could control the initial pace. I looked into her eyes so she would know that I wasn't going to do any harm to her and slowly rocked back and forth, in and out. After she relaxed, it allowed me to pick up my pace, I grabbed her waist and marveled at the sight of my dick penetrating my mother. How it glistened with her wetness, feeling how unbelievably tight she is. God this is the greatest feeling in all the world. I'm snapped back to reality by the sight of my mother undoing her blouse, button by button I'm treated to the sight of a black lace bra that matches her black lace panties. She leans up to undo the clasp and lets free the most perfect pair of C-cup breasts ever. With each thrust they absorb some of the energy and move in an almost hypnotic circular pattern. She grabs them and starts pinching her nipples all while moaning some of the dirtiest things to ever come out her mouth. "Oh my god yes." "Fuck me baby." "Fuck your mommas pussy." With one hand grabbing her hip and the other holding her breast I oblige her and quicken my pace even more. At this point shes holding onto my waist making sure that with the end of each thrust she has taken all of me inside of her. I of course don't need this help because that's my goal, to be as deep inside of her as I can. Her hand then wanders from my waist to her clit, rubbing it quite furiously. Clearly shes got another orgasim approaching and wants to hurry it along. No complaint from me, watching her rub her clit while I'm inside her is even more of a turn on. This orgasim seemed to come on just as quickly as the other one did. In no time her entire body is rigid except for the one hand that is working in a clockwise direction on her clit. Her body begins to shake, not nearly as violently as the first, but enough that it was difficult to stay inside her. All sorts of obscenities fly from her mouth and she gyrates her hips in any and every direction. This time she doesn't push me off and quickly comes to and uses her hands to guide me back into a rhythm. She then pulls me close and takes my head in her hands and whispers in my ear "You fucked my pussy so well honey." This was all I needed to hear, it was T minus one minute to lift off, and I think mom could tell, because she ramped up the moaning and the dirty talk. "Oh god mom, I'm so close." "Good baby, I want you to cum." Whether she wanted it to happen or not I was past the point of no return. I adjusted my legs so that I could try and get even deeper inside of her, my pace was the fastest it had been all night and I was grunting like an animal. I could already tell that this was going to be the most powerful orgasim ever, my balls nearly ached with anticipation. All of the sensory input was telling me its time; I was fucking the love of my life, shes beautiful, her moaning was the most erotic thing I've ever heard. But I felt like there was one thing holding me back. Love or Sex Ch. 01 "Mom, I want to cum so bad." She caressed my face and said "Of course baby. Don't worry, it's safe." That was it, I heard that and the floodgates opened. With each thrust it felt like a gallon of cum shot out, my moans were loud and uncontrollable, and I didn't give a fuck who heard. I was thrusting so hard into my mother it felt amazing and I didn't want to pull out. Not that I could If I wanted to, her legs were wrapped around my back pulling me in deeper with each thrust. "Oh god I'm cumming" I shouted "Mmmmm" She cooed I released stream after stream inside of her and I just kept pumping away, even after my orgasim subsided. Eventually my strength gave out and I collapsed on top of her, both of us smiling like idiots after having the best sex of our lives. Mom planted the most sensual kiss on my lips, gave my butt a light slap and said she wanted to go and clean up. She got up, collected her clothes and made her way off to her bathroom. Before she left the room entirely I said "Um, mom." "Yes dear?" "This wasn't a onetime deal was it?" With the same smirk as before she replies simply "No" She saunters off back to her bathroom and cleans up. Relieved I lay back on the couch and replay the events, I put my hands behind my head and stare out at nothing with a smile on my face. So wrapped up in my thoughts I didn't notice my mom walk back into the room, the only thing that broke me out of my stupor was my moms giggle at my sight. I can only imagine how I looked; completely naked, covered in sweat and other drying fluids smiling like a dolt. She suggested that I also go and freshen up and she would order a pizza seeing that it was too late to and she was too exhausted to start cooking. I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror and am very happy with what I see. Nothing specific, just happy with what I see. After I'm mostly cleaned up I head back to my room to get some proper clothes on and sit at my desk and let all of what happened truly hit me. I imagine other people in this situation feel a little weird after crossing a boundary like that, but not me. I felt right, that everything was okay, and that I would finally be able to be with the woman I love. I made my way back to the living room where there was a slice of pizza waiting for me, along with the most beautiful woman on the couch. I sat down and she scooted next to me, so I naturally put my arm around her. We watched TV the rest of the night, flipping through the channels and making silly comments about the people on it. Both of us laughing like we always did. When the musical portion of the late night show we were watching came on mom said she was tired and off to bed. After tonights events I figured some rest would be good too. We made our way down the hallway and I turned towards my bedroom and I felt moms hand grab mine. She had an almost doe eyed look to her. Innocently she said "Sleep with me tonight?" I looked her in the eyes and returned her sensual kiss from before, and with a smile I said "Of course" Love or Sex Ch. 02 Leave comments, suggests, or feel free to contact me, as long as it's constructive I'll respond. Also if you have a fetish that you would like explored don't hesititate to speak up. Thanks for reading. Currently working on chapter 3 but hit a bit of writers block. --------------------------------------------- *beep beep* *beep beep* As I fumble around for my cell phone; because that's where that infernal noise came from, I find that I am in a foreign bed and a strange environment. Not so much a strange environment, just one that isn't mine, not my bedroom. Then it hits me, how could I possibly forget something so wonderful as last night. How did I not remember that I spent the night with the most amazing woman in the world and ended up falling asleep next to her, holding her in my arms. Now where is that damn phone and who the hell could be texting me? "Mom: Last night was amazing :* 10:31 AM" It most certainly was, and I regret that I forgot it for even one second, but reliving it in my head was great. "The best night of my life 10:33 AM" And that's the truth, it was the greatest night of my life. Everything I've ever dreamed of, and if I can count on her response to my question, there is so much more to look forward to. I look forward to spending many nights in this bed getting hot and sweaty. I look forward to spending time with my love, be it on the couch or out on the town. Come to think of it, going out might be difficult, we've lived in this city for some time now. Pretty sure someone would recognize us and wouldn't be too happy with it. *beep beep* *beep beep* "Mom: So far ;) 10:36AM" Hmmm, what has that little vixen got planned? Or is it just a promise of more fantastic sex? Either way looks like I've hit the jackpot. *beep beep* *beep beep* "Mom: College pamphlets on the kitchen table 10:37AM" Ah yes, I guess I should get that sorted out. After of course a shower, and breakfast, and some TV. How difficult could it be to choose what I want to do for the rest of my life? I mean I am 18, that's plenty old to figure that kind of stuff out right? No pressure. Actually I've pretty much got it figured out; I love writing so I'll just get a degree in English be a waiter and write on my time off. The local community college has a decent program, and because I'm a resident it'll be cheaper. No need to dorm either, I've got the perfect set-up here. From the few pamphlets mom left it looks as though she may want me to stay close as well. The rest of the day passed as normal, nothing spectacular happens. Take care of a few chores around the house sweeping, dishes, stuff like that. Did a bit of grocery shopping and picked up the clothes from the dry cleaner. Like I said, nothing particularly exciting. Mom will be home soon, better get dinner started. Roast chicken with roasted potatoes and carrots, sounds lovely, and if I get started soon it will be ready by the time mom gets home. Simple meal really, two chicken breasts with the skin, white potatoes and baby carrots. Heat the oven to 350, rub the chicken breasts with a little bacon grease and toss them in a foil lined pan. Cut the potatoes and carrots into quarters, cover them lightly in olive oil salt and pepper and put them in the pan with the chicken. Toss in the oven for about forty minutes, or until the chicken is done all the way through. In walks the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, she's only wearing her work clothes, but she is still a vision of beauty. Navy blue mid-thigh length skirt and a matching blue blazer, white button up blouse, nude stockings and four inch two-tone blue heels. A smile streaks across my face as she whiffs the air, noticing the smell of dinner. Perfect timing because dinner is ready and the counter is set; I portion out a chicken breast each and half the potatoes and carrots for each of us. The skin is perfectly crispy and the meat is perfectly juicy. As we eat we reminisce about the time that my grandfather tried to fix their old car. He spent days trying to figure out what the issue was, turns out it was the head gasket. Something he neglected to account for, after he exhausted all options for failure he figured the car was fixed and would be good to go. He started it up and BOOM! The hood of the car bowed slightly and the engine was all but destroyed, great times. Grandad fancied himself a handyman, but he was far from it, quite the opposite in fact. Broke many of the things he touched, always a joy to watch him try and fix something though. Amazing man he was, always had a smile on his face and was always willing to help anyone in need. I miss him dearly. Mom takes off to her room to change into something more comfortable, and by more comfortable that means something that is actually comfortable. Yoga pants and a t-shirt. We spend the rest of the night on the couch watching TV and doing our usual making fun of the people we see on random channels. The sound of our laughter fills the house and is just another affirmation that she's the one. As midnight rolls around we both encounter yawning fits and decide it best to get off to bed. We both get ready; me in my boxer shorts, and her in just my t shirt. I double check that the alarm on my phone is set for 8 am so I can make it to work by nine, mom sets hers for 7am so she can catch her train. Sleep comes quickly, almost as soon as our heads hit the pillows. The last thing I remember is me pulling her closer to me and she reciprocates by pushing her butt into my crotch. At what I can only assume to be the middle of the night I feel this warm sensation around my dick. My first thought was oh great I've gone and pissed myself, but as I opened my eyes I can see a head bobbing up and down under the sheets. That warm sensation is my mother's mouth wrapping itself around my dick, and her tongue running up and down my shaft. A quick glance at the clock reveals that it's two in the morning, not a bad time to get a bj. I'd like to enjoy this a bit more before I make it known that I'm awake, besides, this feeling is amazing. I can only slightly see what my mom is up to under the sheet as the moonlight shines through it and makes it semi transparent, but I can feel every bit of it. As shes cupping my balls her head is moving in a straight up and down motion and making her tongue stiff so that all of it caresses the entire underside of my head. "Mmmm, mom that feels great." I lift the sheet so that I can get a better view of her work, which has now changed from bobbing up and down to adding a twist of her head on each down stroke. With that comes the added sensation of her tongue going from side to side, bringing a slight twitch from me each time she does it. Her hand has moved from cupping my balls to jerking me off while she blows me, using the same motion as her head she twists her hand with each stroke. With a wet sounding pop mom releases my dick from her warm mouth replacing it with her thumb right where my head meets my shaft and drawing tiny circles in that area. Looking me in the eyes she says. "I need you to fuck me baby, I woke up so horny and you were already hard. I couldn't help myself." Who needs more of an invitation than that, from a beautiful woman no less. I nod, as if the fact that I was rock hard wasn't indication enough. Mom lays back, as she does her breasts jiggle, and I can see her tiny nipples making their presence known from under the t shirt. This seems to put me in a trance, I grab for them and begin to pinch and twist them through the fabric of the shirt. Lightly at first, but slowly increasing the pressure applied. While all that was happening mom took it on her own to rub her clit and finger herself at the same time. Moaning and grinding into her own fingers, making a sloppy shlicking sound. I lean in for a kiss and I can feel her hands grab for my dick. "I need you baby, I need you to fuck me. I need to cum so bad, please." Any other time I may have teased her a bit, maybe made her beg me to fuck her a bit more. Not this time though, this time I could see the desire in her eyes. It was more than just simple desire, it was an actual need, I could see her pleading with her eyes to be fucked. As if she would die if it wasn't me that made her cum, and with that I shoved the entire length of my dick into her not before kicking off my shorts. Mom threw her head back with her eyes closed and let out a loud gasp of relief, as if to say Finally! I enjoy the feeling of her warmth enveloping my cock for just a second, then I begin to fuck her like she wants. Slamming into her with enough force as I think she can take. I place one hand at the back of her neck and the other around her waist so I could control the speed and depth with each thrust. Mom grabs the back of her knees and pulls them back towards her, to give me even better access. Between her panting and moaning, and my grunting we manage to catch eyes and smile, we even let out a little laugh. That only lasted for a second, because I grabbed her ankles and put them on either side of my head, leaned forward and placed both of my hands on her waist. I started to fuck her as hard as I could. "Oh shit yes. Faster" She screams Now fucking her as fast and as hard as I can, the sound of my hips thrusting into her has barely faded before you can hear it again. She grabs my hips and I can feel her try and pull me into her harder and faster, but that would be impossible. I just can't move any faster. Her tits bounce in time with my rhythm, and her nipples are even harder than when we started. "Fuck me baby. Fuck me fuck me." She cries out She abandons the hope of trying to help me fuck her faster and harder and concentrates on her clit, rubbing it as fast as I'm pounding her, licking her fingers after every couple of minutes. I hold her knees together and push them down to her chest so I can try and fuck her just a little bit deeper. As I look down I can see how swollen her pussy is; if her pleading and moaning isn't an obvious sign of her desire the fact that her lips are red and puffy is a dead give away. "Oh God baby I just want to cum. I wanna cum so bad." At this point I'm running out of gas, my pace isn't as quick as it was when we started, and I think mom can tell. She's slowed down rubbing her clit to match the rhythm of my thrusts. "Lay down hun, I think I can take it from here." I lay down with my head at the foot of the bed and mom straddles me then inserts my dick into her waiting pussy. With both her hands on my chest she begins a slow grind, and releases a slow moan with each forward motion of her hips. With each thrust her pace seems to quicken as do the accompanying moans. Not wanting to feel left out in this process I grab her hips to help her grind into me more. This seems to do the trick because she is no longer paying attention to anything. The amount of obscenities seem to increase with each thrust. She's close I know it. "Oh god" "Oh shit" "Oh shit oh shit" "Fuck baby, fuck, fuck. YES." Now there are no audible words, she's just mouthing every swear word she knows. Slightly digging her nails into my chest, eyes closed, head down, and legs squeezing me tightly. She's only seconds away. With a whisper she states "I'm gonna fucking cum." As the last word leaves her mouth she tenses up and goes into the full throws of the most powerful orgasim I've ever seen. Her whole body shakes so bad that even her screams are affected by it, causing it to sound like she has a stutter. She buries her face into my chest and continues to hump me, with each wave I can feel the muscles inside her squeeze slightly and release. Her hair and my chest do their best to muffle her moans. The best I can do is hold on while it subsides and enjoy the ride. The screams and moans quickly turn into heavy breathing. "Haha, you okay mom? That was a good one huh?" Without a reply mom hops off me and swallows the entirety of my dick. "Ho-ly, Fu-king, God" At this pace I certainly won't last long. She's taking every bit of me in her throat and somehow sucking me as well. Watching her work without even the slightest bit of gagging I can feel quite a familiar feeling, one that announces that I'm going to cum. I grab her hair, not to force her down, but just to get a better view. I can see her nose flair every time she swallows my cock, and when she pulls away I can see how shiny it is from her spit. "Oh...Fuck...I'm Cumming!" I release into my moms mouth just as she takes all of me down her throat. Instinctively I thrust my hips upward, I can feel her hands on my waist pushing me back down. Still trapping my dick in her mouth. I grunt loudly with each blast of cum. A tiny bit escapes her lips but before it could make its way down my shaft she flicks her tongue out laps it up. Swallowing every last drop, mixed of course with some of her own juices. She kisses her way up to my chest and passes out, good thing because I was out cold seconds after I finished. And there we laid all night, in an incestious sweat heap, until the first alarm went off. Mom stumbles off to the shower and I crawl under the covers as I have about another hour before my alarm goes off. After what feels like only seconds passing my alarm goes off, fuck that shit, snooze. Six minutes later it goes off again, I guess this means I have to actually start my day. Shower, a bagel and off to work. My day goes on as expected, nothing exciting when you work at a pet food store. Stock the shelves, ring people up, and carry fifty pounds of dog food to someones car that's parked on the other side of the lot. All for minimum wage. At the very last minute before the store closed some jerk-off remembered they need cat food. One case wasn't good enough, they had to choose the different flavors, for christs sake they all smell like ass. All the employes are sitting behind the counter watching this fool try and make up his mind on what flavors his cat will like. After ten solid minutes of reading the ingredients he settles on a handful and brings them to the counter. pays in cash and leaves. This of course means we all have to stay while the manager rebalances the register, by the time we get out it's half past six. I hop in my car and head for home. Waiting for me when I get home is one of my favorite sights, a hot pizza and a beautiful woman. I grab a slice a drink and a seat at the counter and begin to mindlessly eat while mom watches me. "Hard day?" She asks "Just the usual" I say with a mouthful of pizza As I stare deeply into my slice I begin to ponder the events of the past days, not so much the sex part, but why it all began. Why now? What changed? What does it mean? I find myself lost in a search for answers in the pieces of pepperoni on my pizza. They are of little help, none to be exact. Certainly doesn't stop me from staring intently. I'm broken from my trance by mom. "Hun! Is everything alright? You seem, out of sorts." "Huh?! Oh. Yea. I'm fine. Just thinking is all." Truth is, I'm questioning our situation here, not for moral reasons, but for personal reasons. Do we want the same thing? Is she just in this for the sex or does she want more? The moral reasons can go fuck off, this is more than just having sex with my mother. The look of distraught is clear on my face, what's even clearer is that mom notices that there's something really troubling me. "Now I know somethings wrong with you and it wasn't just a long day at work. Out with it. What's on your mind?" I let out a sigh as I collect my thoughts and prepare myself for...actually I don't know what I'm preparing myself for. This could be a disaster. "Well, I've just been thinking. Thinking about what's going on with us, and I know its only been two days. It's been great, better than great actually. More than I could have ever hoped for. The sex has been phenomenal, the times spent in each others arms have been equally as great. It's just all so sudden. A bit confusing and overwhelming. I guess what I'm saying is...why?" Mom looked a bit taken aback by all this, I mean what eighteen year old boy doesn't want to have great sex with a hot woman. What heterosexual male questions sex with a woman of this caliber, they just try and hold on for the ride and hope it doesn't end too soon. This is different though, this is a matter of love, and that supersedes casual sex. Not that I'm complaining about having crazy hot sex, I would just like to know what's going on here. Mom looks at me, with her soft eyes, and I just melt. I want her to just hug me and kiss me on the forehead. She then reaches out and pats my hand and says "For a long time now you've been the man of the house. Even as a kid you would take care of things around the house so I wouldn't have to. On the weekends you would make yourself breakfast and watch TV so I could sleep in. You never gave me any trouble with school, never gave me any reason to worry about you. You got a job and contributed to some of the bills even though you didn't have to. Turns out you were the man I'd been looking for my whole life. A responsible, mature, but fun loving guy who makes me laugh. I just had to make sure what I'm feeling is genuine. Sweetie I love you, and have been in love with you for some time now." She could have just said that last sentence for all I care. I'm on cloud nine, the woman I love loves me back. What a magical feeling, there is no day better than this one. For the rest of the night I grin like a buffoon. Mom laughs every time she catches me looking at her with my ear to ear smile, but then kisses me each time, as lovers do. Love or Sex Ch. 03 Leave comments, questions, suggestions, constructive criticism. Or feel free to contact me directly! Enjoy -------------------------------------------------- Two months have passed since that first night, and they've been amazing. Wonderful sex, fantastic time together, we even manage to go out as a couple every now and then. No where too public of course, usually the movies, but it feels good to get out of the house and be normal. Well, as normal as the situation allows. I've chosen a school, the local community college, going to go the whole writers route. I even managed to make a few friends in my classes. To be honest I never expected to go to college, I just thought I would write and get paid to do it. Mom informed me that wasn't the way things worked in the real world, and that if she could finish college I for damn sure was gonna. I quit my job at the pet store, at mom's request, so I can concentrate on my studies. I did get a job on campus, helps kill the time I have between classes, and the schedule is flexible for when I need the time to study. Not that any of the classes are difficult, for the most part they're all freshman lit and english classes. For someone who spent a great deal of their time reading and writing it's going to be a breeze, in fact some of the books I've already read. Still it's always nice to have a few dollars in my pocket. The relationship between mom and I has changed slightly, from the mother son to the boyfriend girlfriend role. I very rarely call her mom, usually only when on the phone, around others, or during a particularly heated bout of sex. Generally I address her by her first name, Sara, or hun. There are times where we slip back into the mother son role, usually when I am asking for advice. The mother in her can't help but to come out, I of course don't mind, partly because it's sweet to see that side of her, but also because I genuinely need her input. Work has kept mom pretty busy, there's talk of a promotion and she's working her ass of to get it. Naturally I support her fully, this means that there has been a slowdown in the sex, but it won't be forever, and like I said I support her. I've taken on even more of the chores around the house so that she can concentrate on work. She spends most of her nights in the study doing work related things, I don't ask because she always looks so busy. I just let her know when dinner is ready, and clear the table when we're done. The weekends are our time to relax and catch up with each other, and this weekend was no different. Mom had been looking forward to gardening all week, and the lawn could certainly use some attention. At nine in the morning we hop out of bed, throw on some clothes that we don't mind getting dirty and get to it. Mom wore a big floppy sun hat old jeans and a tee while she pruned her rose bushes. I just got on a pair of jeans and my old work boots, no shirt as a summer of staying in was starting to show. I mowed the lawn while mom tended to the rest of her gardening, occasionally stopping to look at me or bird watch. She finished before I did and went inside to get us some ice water, just as she came out I finished up and joined her on the bench. We just sat there and marveled at a job well done and refreshed ourselves. We actually sat there and just chit chatted for a good twenty minutes about nothing in particular. Happy to enjoy each others company. The time came though when I got a good whiff of myself and thought it best to take a shower. I made my way to our bathroom turned on the water got undressed and hopped in. Seconds after I jump in I hear Sara open the door. "Alright if I jump in with you?" "Of course love." I responded Now I have seen this woman naked on many occasions, most of them involve my dick buried deep in her pussy, but plenty of other times too. None of those times prepared me for this; into the shower steps a woman who is almost glowing, presumably from sweat, but glowing nonetheless. My dick sprang to life, bobbing in time to my heartbeat, and I'm sure I had a similar deer in the headlights look. "Well well, it looks like I'm going to have to earn my shower." She says with a mischievous grin Before I had a chance to respond she crouches down, pinches her nipples, and wraps her tits around my dick. Slowly moving them in opposite directions of each other while staring deep into my eyes and biting her lower lip. "Mmmm baby, your dick feels so good between my tits." She moans Again, just as I'm about to respond she squishes her tits completely around my dick, still while pinching her nipples, and proceeds in a jerking motion. This combined with the hot water hitting my back is heaven. It's also doing exactly what she wanted, bringing me to climax, quickly. "Oh my god. Sara baby, I'm gonna cum." No sooner did I finish that sentence than the first stream of cum fires from my dick, hitting her on the bottom of her chin then splashing on either of her tits. The next two shots hit her right in the neck, giving her a lovely pearl necklace. Spent, I retreat to the far wall of the shower and watch her wash my cum off her tits. After Sara finishes washing up I recover from my orgasam and scrub the morining off of me. I dry off get dressed and walk out to the kitchen and see a turkey sandwich with chips and a cold beer waiting for me. "Perfect. Just what I need after all that. Thanks!" "What? A tit job in the shower?" Sara sarcastically replies "Well, yes, but mowing the lawn too." We both take our lunch outside to the bench we were sitting on earlier and admire our days work. Sara talked about what she wanted to do with the rose bushes and I offered my opinion even though I knew it meant very little. Sunday, generally, was our day to relax. This sunday was just like any other, relaxing. Sara got up first and put on a pot of coffee and made some bacon and eggs. The smell roused me from my sleep in our bed. I made my way to the kitchen to see my woman in her bra and thong making breakfast for the both of us. I grabbed a mug and poured myself a cup of coffee and enjoyed the view. "Hun can you put some bread in the toaster?" "Sure thing babe." While waiting for the toast to finish I watch Sara shift her weight from foot to foot I see that beautiful ass in a thong and think how lucky I am to land a woman like this. The toast pops up and I grab it from the toaster, put it on a plate and grab the butter from the fridge. Damn butters too hard so I nuke it for a few seconds so it will be spreadable by the time the bacon is done. After we finish breakfast, I wash the pans and Sara loads the dishwasher. We assume our normal positions on the couch; me seated upright and her nestled under my arm. Mind you she is still just in her bra and panties and I in just a pair of boxers. We only stray from the couch to take a shower or get something from the kitchen. We order dinner from our favorite Chinese take-out and pop in a movie. The night is spent in each others embrace, sneaking a few kisses in between lulls in the movie. Eleven o'clock rolls around, Sara yawns and says she's off to bed. I tell her I'll follow after I clean up the take-out boxes. As I walk into our bedroom I see my angel, she appears to be playing on her cell phone. The light from the phone illuminates her face and gives her an aura, one of utter beauty. I wish I could accurately describe it, but when I see her words fail me. She is just the most spectacular woman I have ever seen, and I share a bed with her, what could I have possibly done to deserve this? "You know it's creepy to just stand in the doorway and leer." She quips as she peers over the top of her phone Thats exactly what I was doing, leering, but can you blame me? This woman is a vision of perfection, even under the sheet I can tell that. Without a reply I climb on top of her and bestow upon her the most passionate kiss I can. The kind of kiss that lets her know that I love her. Our tongues flick across each other and our hands grab for each others faces, pulling them closer to the point where an atom would have difficulty passing. I pull away and stare into her eyes, past her eyes, I stare into her, the woman I love, and without uttering a single word I let her know she is the most important person in the world. She responds by pulling me back to her lips and kissing me while staring deeply into my eyes. My hands explore her body over the white sheet; passing over her firm breasts topped by an erect nipple each, touching on the flatness of her stomach and the magnificent curve of her hips. All the way down to her feet by way of her feminine thighs and lady like calves. She throws the sheet off of her and gives me a view of the most perfect naked body on this earth. I don't care who you have seen naked, I don't care what celebrity you've seen naked, it does not and will never compare to this. This woman has the body of an angel AND a god, it is the definition of feminine. All I could do was stare down, marvel, and think I am not worthy of something so perfect. Then came the words an unworthy man only hopes and prays he will hear. "Baby, I want to feel you inside me." Slowly I remove my boxer shorts, as if I was giving her time to reconsider her decision to have sex with me. My erect member bobs free from its cloth prison and the tip glistens with the shine of precum. She puts her hands at my sides and slowly pulls me in for another intimate embrace. The tip of my penis touches her vagina and I can feel the heat emanating from it. A very low moan escapes my mouth as our lips and tongues tango. Sara's wetness covers the head of my prick as it slowly moves from her clitoris to the bottom of her vaginal opening. "Please, please. I want you so badly baby." When has a mere mortal heard an angel utter words so passionate? How could I possibly deny her request, who am I to say no to someone so angelic? I have had sex with this woman dozens of times, seen her naked on countless occasions, but tonight is something different. It's like seeing her in a new light, like it's my first time all over again. "Sara. Baby. I love you so much." As I uttered those words the head of my penis passed her labia into her vagina. Feeling the warmth and wetness I couldn't help but let out a loud moan and close my eyes to take in this unbelievable sensation. The warmth of her pussy enveloped my shaft sending shivers up my spine, and also up the spine of the beautiful woman that lay beneath me. As the full length of my shaft entered my woman I had to hold it there for a moment to enjoy and take in the sight of what I was engaged in. Not so much the incest aspect, although that does play a small part in every sex session Sara and I have. The sight I was taking in was the stunning beauty of the woman below me and my dick buried deep inside of her. "Sara you feel amazing, better than amazing..." Thrusting my dick back and forth in her I could feel every velvety inch of her, I could feel her wetness covering my dick allowing me to increase my speed. I could see the look of sheer pleasure in her eyes and I'm sure she could see how much I enjoyed being inside of her. "Baby you feel amazing inside me, don't stop." She moaned This wasn't my plan, she has her legs wrapped around me and I am in heaven. Sara's arms are locked around my back forcing me to grind my hip into hers. I knew she did this because it helped her cum quicker.This wasn't what I wanted, at least not yet. So I broke free of her grasp and threw her legs over my shoulders, not once breaking the flow of my stroke. I thrust into her in this position with my hands on her shoulders, she was still as wet as ever and I continued fucking this beauty. The only sounds heard are of my dick entering and exiting my mother's wet pussy. Punctuated, of course, by our loud moans and the occasional swear of pleasure. Sara moved her legs back down into the traditional missionary position, this alerted me that she was ready to cum. Truth be told I was eager to cum as well. She pulled me in close, as she did before, and humped me as I ground my dick into her. "Mmmm baby I wanna cum so bad. Make your mommy cum." How could I say no to such a sensual request!? I ground my hips into her as I knew she loved it that way. Pressing almost all of my weight on top of her so she could feel my pubic bone against her clit. "Oh god I'm so close" She moans into my ear Sara sensually wrapped her hands around my neck to trap me into a position that would bring her to an orgasim. I continued my constant rhythm in and out of my mother to aide in her achieving her climax. "Oh god mom I'm gonna cum with you!" I grunted This seemed to trigger her orgasim early as her moans became excited and her breathing was labored. She dug her nails into my side, almost to the point of pain. I could feel her legs clamp against my waist and her hips buck with each wave. Her body shook with convulsions and she moaned in the most sexual way I have ever heard. With my final thrust I buried myself as deep into her pussy as I could. Each stream of my cum splashed against her cervix as I let out a loud visceral grunt for each one. I rolled off of her and we both just passed out, me with a mixture of my and my mothers fluids drying on my dick, and Sara with my load still inside of her. My alarm roused me from a wonderful sex induced slumber, as I turned it off I noticed I was alone. It being Monday Sara was already at work. There was a note from her on the nightstand that read: Morning Lover, Last night was amazing, I can't believe we just fell asleep afterwards. If you could change the fitted sheet and throw it in the wash? Your cum leaked out of me during the night. XOXO, Sara I figure I may as well strip the bed entirely as I'm sure our fluids got on more than just the fitted sheet. After the bed was taken care of I took a quick shower inhaled a bowl of cereal and took off to class. After my first class ended I had four hours to kill before the next one, this is the reason why I got the job at the campus bookstore. Most of the time it's not busy, so I just spend time talking to my co-workers or friends from class who make their way to get supplies. As my shift came to an end I did my normal rounds saying bye and was off to my next class. Freshman Lit, actually not as boring as you would think. We're discussing the most recent book we read, Gilgamesh, we all just give our opinions on the book. The professor is really cool, after we think we've got what the book was about he asks one question that sparks an even greater discussion. He somehow does this for every book we discuss, it is often very difficult to leave the class after it has finished, some students stay to further expand on the topic. My final class of the day is freshman algebra, now this class is a drag. I can't possibly think of a reason why I will need this in my everyday life. Instead of paying attention like I should be my mind drifts to Sara; what she's doing, what she might be wearing, and of course the fact that she's my mother and I've been fucking her for some time now. I find myself slightly aroused by the fact that none of the students around me have any idea that my girlfriend also happens to be my mother. If they knew that secret who knows what would happen. They could never understand the love I have for her, or how important she is to me. Snapped out of my daydreaming by the sound of everyone packing up their books I realize the class is already over. Looking at the whiteboard and all of the formulas written on it I am stunned by the fact that I have no idea what any of them are for. Making my way home I run down a mental checklist of things I have to do. The laundry needs to get done, emptying the dishwasher, vacuuming, I have to fit preparing dinner in there somewhere. Walking into the house I get started on the first task, the laundry, there was quite a bit of it. While the machine was going I continued on about my other tasks, vacuuming the whole house, taking a break only to switch the wash to the dryer and start a new load. I put all the dishes in their respective place and thought on dinner. It would have to be left overs as I still have to fold the laundry and a few chapters to read for class. I cracked open the newest book we were reading, The Monkey Wrench Gang, and found myself engrossed in it. So much so that I hadn't noticed the time, it was nearly 8:30pm. Where the hell was Sara? Just as that thought crossed my mind the house phone rang. "Hello?" "Sara, hun, where are you? It's late." "I know baby, and I'm sorry. I was in a meeting. I would have called. I'm on my way home now and I've got great news!" "Okay. I love you, see you when you get here." Sara walks in wearing a steel grey business pant suit with subtle white pinstripes that you would have missed if you weren't looking. A striking blue button up shirt underneath the blazer. Shiny black pantyhose and matte black three inch pumps. Personally I would have liked to see her in a skirt, but that's because I'm a leg man. "So what's this good news that kept you at the office so late?" "Well you know how I've been working my tail off in hopes of snagging that promotion? Well, I got it! Sort of. I have to go Set up the new office in Dallas first." "MOM THATS GREAT!" I shouted I jumped up and hugged her as tightly as I could. I was so happy for her, for us. "There is a bit of bad news, my flight for Dallas is tomorrow and I won't be back till Tuesday of next week." "That's not bad news, I was afraid you'd say you had to be away for a month or something like that." I replied That was sort of the truth. While I am truly happy and excited for her, I can't help but be a bit selfish and want her all to myself. This is a good thing though, proof that with hard work comes reward. I let Sara know that there were leftovers being reheated in the microwave and would be ready shortly. She went off and got changed and returned to a gourmet meal of beef lo mein and half a spring roll. Throughout the evening she told me about what her main responsibilities would be while she was setting up the new office. Surprisingly it didn't seem that difficult, she would basically be like a supervisor, but making sure that the people that were hired could actually do what they were hired to do. She would also leave someone as the acting manager when she left until they found someone to fill the position full time. "Well, I'm off to bed, early flight and all." She said as she gathered her plate "Go to bed hun, you've got to be up early, and I still have some reading to catch up on." I said taking her plate "Thanks, you're so good to me" And she planted a kiss on my forehead I loaded the plates in the dishwasher and took a stretched out position on the couch to knock out a few more chapters in my book. Before I knew it, it was already midnight and I had powered through four chapters. I made my way up the stairs, crawled into bed and pulled Sara close. I am awoken again from a peaceful slumber, this time by Sara's hands on my shoulder. "Honey, my cab is here, I'm leaving." She whispers so as not to startle me "Huh...wha? Okay I'll bring your suitcase out." I mumbled still half asleep "The driver already did it..." She kisses me on the forehead "...I'll call when I land..." She kisses me on the lips "...I love you." "Okay...be back soon...I love me too."I'll admit, this wasn't my finest goodbye, it was 6am though. Mom chuckled on her way out and the last thing I saw was her blow me a kiss and wink. I was asleep before she closed the bedroom door. My phone rang at about 9:30am, it was Sara, to say she'd landed. "Hi babe, just called to let you know I landed safely. I'm running to the car rental stand and then to check in at the hotel and then to the office. I'll skype you tonight, gotta run, Love you." Love or Sex Ch. 03 I wasn't able to get in a single word, not that it mattered, I had nothing of substance to say as I had only just woken up minutes ago. My Tuesday Thursday class didn't start till noon, so I usually just layed in bed until I could convince myself to get out. Freshman composition, basically they teach you how to write essays. I was already doing very well in this class so I often let my mind wander, and it helped in this class. Not so much that it was boring, but that it was an hour and a half long. Really not that bad for the only class of the day, and getting home by 2 was nice. I got home and wasted no time booting up my computer, loaded up my favorite game. Wasting hours playing I hadn't even noticed that it was about time to eat dinner, without Sara here I really didn't have to prepare anything. So a bowl of cereal and back to gaming. I had skype running in the background and moved it over to my second monitor just in case she called early. It wasn't until almost 9:30pm that mom rung me up on skype. I was reclined in my computer chair reading more of my book for class. I quickly accepted the video call and was delighted to see her face. "Hello beautiful!" I said with a huge smile on my face "Hello yourself handsome...is that a bowl of cereal? Did you just have cereal for dinner?" "Yes mom." And I stressed the mom part "Okay okay. So How was your day, how were classes?" "Meh, nothing exciting. How was your day? Just getting home?" As I noticed she was still in her blazer "Yes. I took the office out to dinner tonight to try and work on synergy" She put up air quotes and rolled her eyes when she said synergy "Sounds like a blast" I tried to sound as purposefully disinterested as I could "Yes loads...Hey wanna see something?" She said with a sly look on her face I replied with one eyebrow raised "sure." Sara stepped away from the desk she was sitting at and I got a full view of what she was wearing. What appeared to be a cutaway blazer, meaning you could not get the sides close enough to button them, even if you could there were no buttons. Under that was a dark blouse tucked into an A-line black skirt that ended at the knees. Beautiful shiny black thigh high stockings and what shocked me were a pair of five inch black slingback pumps. Sara bent over, so her ass was facing me, hiked up her skirt pulled down her tiny pink g-string and threw it at her laptop. With a sultry look in her eye she almost whispers "See anything you like?" "YES All of it!" I hastily reply Sara grabs her laptop, places it at the foot of the bed and sits up against the headboard. Spreading her legs wide making sure her skirt stays bunched around her waist and her heels were almost dug into the mattress. Next she unbuttoned her shirt revealing a floral pink shelf bra. I was shocked again to think that all day she had been walking around in this, it was the hottest thing ever. My prick slowly began to harden as I massaged it through my shorts, while I whispered dirty words of encouragement to Sara. She was not waiting for me however, she had already begun pinching and playing with her nipples and was two fingers deep into her own cunt. "God you're so hot Sara!" I moaned while stroking my dick in full view of the webcam "Baby, I've been horny all day, I wish you were here so you could fuck me..." She said as she pulled her sticky fingers from her cunt and used them to rub her clit "...talk dirty to me, tell me what you would do to me." Oh god! What wouldn't I do to her, if I was there I would want to do everything at the same time! "First I would burry my face between your legs and concentrate on your clit, sucking it into my mouth and flick it as fast as I could with my tongue. I would use my hands to play with your tiny little nipples. I would keep eating you right through your first orgasim." Sara's finger's pace picked up on her clit while she imagined I was doing everything I said to her. I had barely noticed that my pace had quickened as well. "Mmmm baby, if you were here I would let you climb on top of me and fuck my mouth till you sprayed your cum down my throat while I fingered my pussy." It's clear she was better at this than me, and the thought of my dick pounding my mothers face while she was fingering herself was now running through my mind. My attention turned back to Sara and I could see her eyes closed, head resting back on the headboard and she just kept whispering "I wish you were here" I was ready to cum, but I wanted to do it in time with hers, so I slowed my stroke on my shaft and took in the sight of my mother masturbating on a webcam for me. Her position has changed from being seated upright to slightly slouched down allowing a perfect view of the assault she was putting on her clit. So much so that her fluids were running down to her tight little asshole. And without a prompt her free hand wandered down and the middle finger plunged itself deep into her ass, not without a little difficulty at first. My eyes widened and my pupils dilated to let in as much of this arousing sight as it could. "Oh my fucking god I wish you were here baby, I'm gonna cum sooo baaad and I wish I was bouncing on your cock!" "I'm close too, I want to cum with you, just tell me when." I may have sounded a bit desperate but I wanted to release so badly. Sara's fingers were now working on her clit at a blinding pace, and her desire for this orgasam is clear. "Talk to me baby!" She moaned "Baby if I was there right now I would be the one making you cum. I'd be fucking your tight pussy while you moaned my name louder and louder. You would feel every inch of me pass through you with each stroke and I would feel your wet cunt squeeze my cock as you begged me to fuck you harder." "YES! THATS WHAT I NEED..." She screamed "...CUM WITH ME!" It took only two more strokes to fire my load while I watched my mother buck her hips into her own fingers and scream a prolonged, fuck, at the top of her lungs. Exhausted we both let out a collective sigh, then went into a bit of a laughing fit for no real reason. Noticing that I had gotten my cum on me from chest to belly I excuse myself to clean up and would return in a minute. Sara laughed and said she would do the same. I returned to see Sara laying on her stomach in a white cotton robe, I presumed she was nude under it, and her hair pulled back. She lifted her feet into view of the camera putting her into the pose, and to my delight she was still wearing her stockings. Arching her feet and separating her toes so that the nylon material would shine when it was hit by the light. She continued to do this while we chatted about our respective days and even let out a little smirk when she would catch me staring. What I don't think she noticed are the multiple screen shots I took and saved to my computer. This nightly ritual went on the entire time she was in Dallas; we would have our cybersex, get cleaned up, then talk about our day. She also managed to send me a few texts during the day, mainly picture messages; upskirt shots, bathroom mirror shots of her breasts pushed together, or her legs and feet encased in her nylons. While nothing will ever beat the real thing this was certainly the next best thing. Isn't modern technology great? Helping to strengthen incestious relationships no matter the physical distance. Love or Sex Ch. 04 As always, if you have any questions comments or constructive criticism please feel free to email or comment. Also I took the advice of many commenters and changed the way the story was written (No longer first person). Please leave or email any feedback -------------------------------------------------- Sara had known of her sons fondness of feet, especially when those feet are hers and covered in some form nylon. She knew he loved it when she wore high heels and lingerie, but loved all of that even more when it was covered up by a sexy dress that showed off her assets. So Sara decided to treat her son, it wasn't any sort of special occasion, she just felt like treating him to something nice, after all that's what people in relationships do for each other. She also loved the attention she got from him, and loved teasing him a little by dangling her heels, or stretching her toes while she was wearing stockings. Sara also loved the feeling of his eyes on her while she got dressed for work in the morning, it made her feel desired, a feeling she loved and craved. If i'm going to do this, I should do it right! Sara thought to herself. "The local mall should have everything I need." "What was that babe?" Eric called from the living room "Oh nothing, just talking to myself." She replied from the kitchen Sara laughed to herself then whispered "almost busted" As it was Friday they both relaxed on the couch, her with a glass of wine and him with a beer. They had a routine and it served them fine, they were quite comfortable in it. Relaxing on the couch sometimes getting drunk together and laughing the night away. While this might seem mundane to some; not going out at any chance they can, to them it was peace. They knew that the public would not approve of their relationship, regardless they are both solitary people and enjoy all the time they can spend together. "I'm going to run out to the mall tomorrow to pick up a few things, I'll probably head out early." Knowing that Eric was a typical man in this aspect, she was sure he would pass on a day of shopping. This didn't bother her one bit as it allowed her to carry out her plan unhindered. "Okay, have fun." He replied in a very uninterested way. Not that he didn't care what she was doing, just that a day of shopping particularly starting early is something that didn't interest him in the least. There was plenty of gaming to be done and also housework, not to mention homework. The night went as many other nights do for them, as previously stated, they spend a majority of their time on the couch watching TV. Sara's plan was to change this up, just a little. "I'm gonna head off to bed." Sara stated and kissed Eric on the head "Sure babe, I'll be up in a few." Eric replied, wanting to finish up the late night show they were watching. As the music portion of the show wrapped up Eric made sure the house was locked up, everything was in its place and all the lights were off. He made his way upstairs to the room he shared with his mother. As Eric opened the door to their room, slowly as to not disturb his sleeping mother, he saw his sleeping beauty. The moonlight shone in their room in such a way that it made white sheets semi see through. Perfect for sneaking a peak at a body he managed to ravage for the past couple of months. Sara's body was flawless, two pencil eraser sized nipples sat atop firm yet supple c-cup breasts. Curvy hips that support one of the most slappable asses on this planet. A flat stomach and a waist that gave her the most perfect hourglass figure. As Eric climbed into bed with his lady love he admired the naked body he was about to slide next to, and so did his penis. Straining against his boxers his dick begged for freedom, who was he to argue? Eric quickly removed his shorts and pulled his mother closer to him, and with great luck he managed to slide his prick between his mother's legs so that the shaft rested at the entrance to her vagina. "Mmmm...someones happy." She moaned with her eyes still closed "You're completely naked, and have the hottest body I've ever seen! It would be an insult if I wasn't hard" He half whispered to her with his hand on her hips Sara pushed her ass closer into Eric's waist and wiggled it a little, having the desired effect of spreading her labia open over his erect shaft. Eric's hands were busy exploring his mother's tits and nipples; squeezing and pinching, and pinching and squeezing. "Looks like I'm not the only one that's happy" Eric said in a slightly mocking tone "You're completely naked, and have the hottest body I've ever seen! It would be an insult if I wasn't wet." She said with a wink With that Eric pushed Sara onto her stomach, she instinctively pushed her ass up in the air a bit so he could have better access to the hole he was about to pound. Eric looked down at her ass and her soaking wet cunt, rubbed the head of his dick all over it and plunged in. The feeling was molten, he could feel all of her around his manhood. She could feel his heartbeat through her pussy and that excited her even further. "Oh god Sara, you're so wet!" He exclaimed with his eyes closed, head down and one hand on her shoulder "Your dick is so hard baby, I can feel it!" Eric started at a slow pace, but this is not what Sara wanted at all, she wanted to be fucked. So she reached back as far as she could and grabbed his ass, trying to pull it into her faster and harder. Not needing much more of a hint Eric thrust harder into his mother's cunt, grabbing her by her hip bones and putting one foot on the floor for leverage. "Fuck me baby, fuck your mama's pussy!" Every muscle in Eric's body flexed with each thrust, and Sara could feel his strong hands on her waist. She loved it! She loved being fucked hard by her young son. The taboo of it drove her wild. Her hands dug deep into the edge of the mattress while she was being pounded from behind by her eighteen year old son. She moaned so loud for her own son to fuck her pussy. With every thrust she could feel his cock drive in and out of her wet hole. "OH GOD YES! FUCK ME ERIC! FUCK ME" She screamed Eric obliged her, not that there was any discussion in the matter, they both wanted the same thing and neither were going to stop until they got it. Sara's fingers, now working on her clit rubbing from side to side, were drenched in her own wetness. Much like her son's balls that were slapping on her clit, or fingers when they got in the way. "Holy. Fucking. Shit." Sara exclaimed, or at least that's what Eric though she said. She had her head buried in her pillow and it muffled the words. No matter, because he knew her body language, he knew she was on the verge. He knew to keep his pace, don't change anything or she would lose her orgasam. What came next were just guttural, primal screams and moans. Sara's body looked like it was being exorcised of a demon. It shook, and bucked all over the place, so much so that Eric had a hard time remaining inside her. He could feel her toes tap at the small of his back sporadically, her arms flailed and as it subsided she twitched uncontrollably. "Holy fucking fuck" She said out of the side of her mouth, this time not with her face in the pillow. Eric was in complete awe, he had never seen his mother cum this hard before and even though he didn't get to cum, he was more satisfied now than if he did get to cum. He rolled off her and collapsed into the bed. "Don't you want to cum?" She inquired As she lay there with her head on his chest he responded "Nothing gives me more pleasure than pleasing you, and after what I just saw..." She interrupted "...what you just DID" "Yes. What I just did. I am satiated" She smiled, kissed him, and ran her hand along his body. Before she passed out one slight twitched ran throughout her body and startled them both. "Haha, after shock" She joked They both chuckled and drifted off to sleep. The next morning seemed as perfect as could be, a cool breeze blew through the windows, the sunshine followed it in and the birds were chirping away. After such an amazing night this morning complemented it. Sara looked over at the clock and it read 8:32AM, well its better than 6AM she thought. She hopped up, jumped in the shower, threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and headed off to the mall. The local mall had several high end boutiques in it, this of course meant that she would be spending a great deal of money. She figured, if she was going to spend some money, why not get the good stuff right? Right! She thought to herself. And while I'm at it why not get some other things I need as well? She continued to herself. While stores like Victoria's Secret were great, and she had plenty of things from them, they just weren't going to cut it for what she had in mind. There was one store she had not been in yet, because she knew how expensive it was, and that she would want everything in it. She decided today was the day, so she made her way to La Perla. As she walked in she noticed that the selection was far slimmer than she expected, but the prices were much higher than any other place she had been in. As Sara walked around, browsing at first, she was approached by an employee asking if she needed help. First stunned by the attractiveness of the woman, she was tall, almost 6 foot(1.8M), and slim with jet black arrow straight hair, down to her shoulders. She had an exotic face, but porcelain skin. Sara just stared into her steel grey eyes and felt her panties get slightly damp. "Ma'am, can I alp you wiz anyzing?" She said in an equally exotic accent. Sara's trance was broken, she cleared her throat "No, I'm finding everything just fine, thank you." Sara made her way over to the hosiery section, running her hands on the mannequin legs to see what felt the best. She now understood a little better about her sons fetish, nylons are sexy, they felt great in her hand, silky and soft. She could only imagine how they could feel on another woman. She definitely wanted pantyhose for tonight, seamless, sheer and black. She also grabbed a pair of stay-ups and garter belt stockings, white and nude, respectively. Next was a few bra and panty sets, and the first to catch her eye was a black shelf lift lace bra, it was beautiful and perfectly suited the night she had planned. She took the matching thong and garter along with another black and white set. Brought them up to the register and held her breath for the total. "One tousand, zix hundrad, twenty zix dollars and forty zents." The exotic looking woman that had offered to help her before said. Sara barely noticed the price, lost in the woman's eyes, as she handed her credit card over. One swipe and a signature later Sara walked out of the store with her purchases. "Shoes, shoes, I need shoes. Cute shoes, sexy shoes." There were several womens shoe stores in the mall, some of them were geared more towards teenagers, others had a more professional look. That's not what Sara wanted, she wanted Eric to see her in her outfit and drool over every aspect of it, to not be able to hold it in his pants. And some cheap pair of heels bought at some no name shop wasn't going to be able to do that, she knew she was going to have to spend even more money. There was a shoe store that sold all of the high end name brand heels, so Sara made her way there. The instant she walked in the store she was in love, she wanted every shoe they had there. There were all sorts of pumps, slingbacks, peep toes. Forgetting for a while why she was really there she tried on a few that caught her eye, one in particular. A nude pointed toe d'Orsay open side pump by Manolo Blahnik, she looked fantastic in them, they just have to come home with me she thought. So she carried them around while looking for the shoe she was going to wear tonight. "If I'm going to indulge his fantasy then why not show off my feet." She mused to herself "So a strappy sandal would be better for what I have in plan, he'll be able to look and fantasize as much as he wants." The Louboutin section had an amazing selection of strappy sandals, and a black one with the signature red sole and 5 inch(12.7cm) heel stood out. It was simple, but sexy. She didn't even have to try it on, she knew it would be the one. With the two boxes of shoes she marched up to the register, having done the math in her head she wasn't going to be surprised by the amount. That didn't mean that it wasn't a lot, at over eighteen hundred dollars it was certainly not a bargain. The cost seemed not to bother Sara, she was on a mission to please her lover by indulging in and taking part in his fetish, even enjoying it. Last on her list was a dress to wear, something short, black and ruched around the neckline. Now this description may have been a coincidence, or because that was the exact dress she was standing in front of in Macys, but she knew she had to get it. She flipped the price tag over and was pleasantly surprised by the relative cheapness of the dress. Less than half the cost of any of her other two purchases. As Sara walked towards her car the feeling of excitement grew in her, it started as something she was doing just for Eric. Now this was something she was doing for the both of them, a fetish she now believed she had. The next phase of her plan was to spend a night out, it had to be a place that was dark enough not to see what was going on under the table, but no so deserted that they were the only ones there. There was that jazz bar, it had a decent menu, and tables for couples. "Yes, the Jazz Spot would do just fine." She said while calling them for a reservation. Sara made the reservation for 8pm, that should give them plenty of time to flirt and tease each other. Sara would do a large portion of the teasing, but Eric knew how to get her wet, and she looked forward to that happening as well. By the time Sara got home it was past noon, Eric was awake and working on a paper in the office. She stood in the doorway and told him when their reservation was and to be sure he shaved and put on a suit. "yes dear." Eric responded without looking back "I'm serious babe, we have a reservation at eight and I want you to look nice." "Okay Okay. I'll shave, dress up, whatever you want." There was a little less than 7 hours to go before they were to get ready for their night out. It was killing Sara, she wanted to already be at the bar with her son, but she had to find things to busy herself until then. Because Eric did many of the chores around the house there wasn't much left to be done, so she plopped herself in front of the TV and aimlessly flipped through the channels. Nothing good at all was on, not that she could really pay attention if there was something on. Sara was formulating a plan in her head on how the night should go, what she should start with first and how far she was willing to take it in public. Figuring that things would go smoother the less she tried to micromanage the night Sara gave up on planning the night out in full. To occupy her time Sara decided to flirt a little with Eric, knowing that he was nose deep in a book or typing away on a paper for class made it fun. As she suspected he was in deep concentration on a paper for a lit class. From behind Sara pressed her tits against his back, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Eric took in her scent and let his mind wander to dirty dirty things. "Whatcha up to hun?" She knew full well what she was doing. "Well I was typing up a paper on the last book I read, but now I'm trying to remember how to words." Sara could see that she was causing a stir in his pants, something that she loved to see because it meant that he desired her. She knew he did, but it was always nice to have visual proof. Not wanting to cause too much of a distraction she backed off and returned to her previous task of wasting time. Before she left the room she inquired on whether or not he had masturbated, since he didn't get to cum last night. Eric turned in his chair and said "Nope, I figured that would be taken care of by you." "Don't worry baby, mommas gonna take good care of you tonight." Eric's cock instantly chubbed up and his mind flooded with thoughts of what his mother had in store for him. It couldn't be just run of the mill sex, well, their sex wasn't run of the mill, but it couldn't be just the ordinary. "OH DUH!" He exclaimed Sara asked him to shave and put on a suit, she certainly had something planned. How could he be so stupid, he thought. He turned back towards the computer to finish his paper, but the only thing on his mind was how turned on he was from what was going to happen tonight. Pitching a full tent in his shorts he sat back and thought about what he did to deserve this. Absent mindedly Eric made his way to the kitchen, perhaps to get a drink of water, or maybe because he wasn't really aware of what he was doing, just daydreaming. As he leaned on the counter staring off into space he was snapped back to reality with Sara standing in front of him. "Hey hun" he smiled Sara said nothing, she dropped to her knees, pulled his shorts down and shoved his cock in her mouth. Using her spit as a lubricant she jerked him off while just sucking on the head of his dick. "Mom" He panted "Your mouth is so wet." He drew out the so Sara just moaned with her sons cock in her mouth, running her tongue under his head. One hand jerking him off into her mouth and the other squeezing and massaging his balls. Deciding that she had enough of the easy stuff, she used both her hands and grabbed his ass as leverage. Forcing his entire prick in her mouth and down her throat, swaying her head gently back and forth as if she was saying 'no'. All Eric could muster were loud sighs and grunts, this pleased Sara as it meant she was doing the right thing. Eric began to pull out of his mother's throat, but she just chased it, wanting to keep it where it belonged. "I'm gonna cum." This was certainly not part of Sara's plan, even though she decided that she was not going to micromanage, having her son cum in her mouth right now would ruin her little fetish game. So she pulled away and looked up into his eyes while still on her knees and gave him an I'm sorry look. "Baby, I promise, I will make you cum so hard, just not yet." Sara could see the look in her son's eyes go from ecstasy, to disappointment, to acceptance. There was a slight smile that began on his face though, so she knew he understood that he was going to be rewarded if he was patient. And patient he was, Eric pulled up his shorts and made his way back to his paper. The hours went by painfully and slowly, both Eric and Sara were aroused to no end. Both thinking about what they wanted to do to each other, and both thinking about what the other would do to them. This didn't make the time go by any faster, and only fired each of them up. Any time they passed each other they could feel the electricity between them, wanting to jump on the other and ravage away. As the hour got close Sara and Eric made their way to the two bathrooms, Sara taking the bedroom and Eric the hall bathroom, they both started rather early so to compensate for this they took their time. Sara washed each part of her body diligently with her fragrant body wash. Next, carefully shaving her legs so she doesn't cut them along with completely removing her landing strip and making the entire area smooth as possible. While just a wall away Eric had already finished his shower and was now shaving, taking just as much care as his mother. Eric had a slight dilemma, what to wear. Funny as this usually happened to women, nonetheless he was still going to have to figure it out. He knew where they were going, but wasn't sure if a suit would be overkill, then again that IS what he was told to wear. Love or Sex Ch. 04 "So a suit it is. I guess." He said not so convinced Sara didn't have this problem, from the moment she left the mall she knew exactly what she was wearing. It was all laid out on the bed, first the pantyhose; she bunched them up and slid them over each foot then all the way up. Pinching and pulling so they were smooth over her legs and running a hand or two over them to make sure they are soft to the touch. Next is her lacy shelf lift bra, it did a fantastic job of pulling the girls together to provide great cleavage. Third was the black cocktail dress that had a slight V Neck and showed off the cleavage that the bra provide quite well. Looking in the mirror Sara thought the outfit was almost perfect, so she topped it off with the strappy sandals she had and looked herself over once more. "Perfect!" Eric was standing in the hallway when Sara stepped out of their room, and had he been a cartoon his mouth would have fell to the floor, broke through it and crashed with a thud in the basement. "wow...umm...you, you look...I mean you always look...but now you're even..." Eric continued to stamer like this for some time. "I take it you like what you see?" "Oh yes, yes yes yes!" He said as he approached her He wrapped his arms low around her waist and pulled her close, taking in her smell. She could feel the bulge in his pants grow with each second they spent in their embrace. Sara threw her arms around his neck and as he looked down he could see that her bra didn't cover all of her breasts and his dick lurched in response. "Lets go before you tear those pants in half." She laughed as she tossed her son the car keys. Like a gentleman Eric let his mom go first, maybe not so much because he was a gentlemen, but because he wanted to watch Sara's ass in her outfit. Her legs didn't go unnoticed either as they seemed to shimmer in her pantyhose, and he could hear them swish as she walked. The sound of her heels against the hardwood floor was like an erotic symphony to him, each step seemed to fill him with equal parts hornyness and joy. In the car all Eric could focus on was how the hemline of his mothers dress seemed to travel further and further north with each passing minute. It was already short to begin with but now she was dangerously close to exposing herself to him, not that it would be a problem. Sara noticed him noticing her, and of course she loved it, but she would much rather they get to the jazz place in one piece. "Mind the road baby." She gently remarked. Eric's eyes refocused on the road. Noticing that he wanted to run his eyes up and down her, she took his right hand placed it on her thigh and crossed her right leg over it. Using his free thumb he gently rubbed her thigh, and every so often giving it a firm squeeze. He loved the feeling of her pantyhose, he knew from just the touch of them they were different; they were softer, smoother, silkier. Sara noticed an uncontrollable smile on his face, knowing that he had this much pleasure from just touching her legs he would explode from what she planned to do to him later on tonight. The jazz place was about twenty minutes from where they lived, not far enough away that they could behave like a couple, but there was a good chance that no one they knew would be there. Even still they made sure to take every precaution they could; not holding hands or kissing, and keeping to the mother son role while in direct eye or ear shot of anyone. While seated at their table they made sure to sit close enough together, but not so close as to arouse suspicions. As the band began to play they both got lost in what a great performance of 'Take Five' they were doing. The waitress came over to take their order, they both had something simple off the menu. Sara could feel a hand on her knee, caressing both her and her pantyhose. She moved her legs apart so he could have complete access to her body, or at least the parts that were covered by the tablecloth. Eric continued to work his way up her legs, not aiming for a particular spot, but enjoying the sensation of his mother's legs encased in nylon. As the waitress brought the food Eric did not relent his grip on his mother's leg, but when he saw the burger he ordered he suddenly remembered he hadn't eaten anything today and dove into it with both hands. Sara noticed this, but wasn't offended because she was equally as hungry. After the food was taken away they got as close to cuddling as they could for a mother and son. Eric began the assault on his mother's legs again, but quickly moving up to her pussy. He turned to her, when he realized that she wasn't wearing any panties, with a look of shock and arousal. Sara decided it was her turn to do the teasing, so she trapped his hand on her cunt by crossing her legs. Next she slowly ran her hand up his leg to feel the bulge in his pants and noticing a slight wet spot where the head of his prick was leaking precum. She unzipped his pants and fished his dick out, no easy task as it was rock hard. Letting it stand at attention for a second, she pulled her hand away, spit it in a little and gave him a handjob by just jerking off the head of his dick. She could feel his fingers pressing against the fabric of her pantyhose, now soaked in her wetness. Every once and awhile Eric would let out a moan and Sara would have to look at him with a reminding glance that not only are they out in public, but the taboo of what they were doing. "Mmmm, mom, that feels so good." He whispered in her ear "Eric honey, tonight you are going to cum so much. I promise." She whispered back. With her sons cock still in her hand she reached under the tablecloth and moved the top of her pantyhose down so Eric could finger her. She also spread her legs wide just as he buried his middle finger in her wet cunt. She bit down hard on her bottom lip to suppress any noise that might escape. She could feel him rubbing the tip of his finger on her G spot, she could also feel an orgasam comming on. She didn't know how to react, she wanted to cum so bad, but she was in public, would she be able to hold it in? Fuck it, she thought, closed her eyes and rested her head on the wall. Quickly realizing that people could still see her she reopened her eyes and felt a surge of fluid rush around her sons finger. "Jesus christ mom, you're really wet!" Sara's hand was just resting on her sons cock, all she could think about was his finger inside her bringing her closer and closer to orgasam. At this point Sara's thighs and pantyhose were now completely soaked in her own wetness. She had abandoned even trying to jerk her son off and tried to spread her legs even further. "Eric, you're gonna make me cum." Eric's eyes scanned the crowd for anyone looking in their direction or the waitress, they were in the clear. The entire bar was concentrating on the band, and the band was really rocking out to a Jazz Rock fusion style pioneered by Miles Davis. "cum" He stated simply. Sara's eyes couldn't help but to roll into the back of her head while she experienced the build up to her first public orgasam. She could feel her sons finger drawing circles on her G spot while she slowly humped the knuckle of his finger that was pressed against her clit. The sounds of the people talking and cheering, the band playing, and her son finger fucking her was almost too much to handle. Her legs began to quake as she held on the the bench of the booth they were in, nearly pulling it off its foundation. The crowd leapt to its feet as the band really got into a swing, the wait staff was even cheering them on. All of this could have been a million miles away because Sara was going to cum no matter what. "Oh Jesus Eric, I'm cumming." Just as the band was nearing its finally so was Sara, her sons finger had brought her right over the edge. As the first wave of her orgasam hit she raised a hand and slammed it on the table, rattling their drinks and nearly pulling the tablecloth off. Fortunately this was just as the band hit its crescendo so it went wholly unnoticed. With a handful of tablecloth Sara rode out the rest of her orgasam, hightened by the public display of incest. Sara called for the check, paid, and they raced off to their car. As soon as they were on the highway she leaned over the center console, retrieved her sons cock from his pants again and shoved it in her mouth. Not wanting to be graceful or ladylike she began forcing her own head down on his member, gagging and producing copious amounts of saliva. She even managed to get his balls out and in her mouth while looking up at him. Sara ran her tongue all over his nutsack, sucking just like it was his dick. All she could think about was being fucked, having her sons amazing cock stuffed deep in her pussy. Then it dawned on her, she was indulging in her sons fetish, so she couldn't be greedy. After all, she spent a shit-ton of money on her outfit and wasn't going to let it go to waste. So she tore herself away from his dick, gently placed it back in his pants, and sat quietly for the remainder of the short car ride home. Upon pulling into the driveway the two of them couldn't get out of the car and into the house fast enough. As soon as they crossed the threshold they leapt into each others arms and started to make out, not so much passionately more like two horny teenagers. They were only able to get in a few words between taking breaths. "...Mmph...I loved sucking your cock in the car..." She could barely finish her sentence before her mouth was invaded by her sons tongue. "Sara you're so fucking perfe..." Before he could get out the final word he was thrust onto the couch and being stripped of his clothes. She then tossed him his cellphone with a wink. Still completely clothed Sara gets down on her knees between Eric's legs, gets a firm hold of his cock with one hand and plays with his nuts like Baoding balls with her other hand. "Eric baby, I've know for a long time that you've had a thing for lingerie, specifically any form of nylon. Be it stockings, pantyhose, or holdups." Eric blushed slightly at this statement. Noticing that she made him a little uncomfortable she chose her next words carefully. "...but its okay baby, I love it!" "You do!?" He replied shocked "Of course, those kind of things are hot. I even went to the mall today to pick out a new outfit for tonight." "Wow, thanks mom." The entire time they were talking Sara did not loosen her grip on her son's cock, she continued to stroke it while looking up at him. "And after spending half of the day looking and touching all of the sexy lingerie I can now say that I not only understand your fascination with it, but also share your fetish." The look on Eric's face was one of bewilderment, I mean, he knew that stuff was sexy, but he never expected another woman to think it was. The one time he hinted for his first girlfriend to try it, she just said how uncomfortable they were. He never pressed the issue any further after that. Now, the woman of his dreams is telling him that she shares in the same fetish he does, he couldn't get any luckier. If he only knew. Sara now removed Eric's penis from her grip, repositioned him so that he was sitting with his legs spread the long way on the couch and laid down opposite him with her heels resting delicately on his chest. "Take mommy's heels off baby, wouldn't want them to get messy, they were pretty expensive." Eric did as he was told, slowly sliding one pantyhosed foot out of the expensive strappy sandal. Sara spread her toes out so the pantyhose made a nylon web and ran it slowly from the top of Eric's face down to the tip of his dick, resting her sole on his shaft. While working his mother's other foot out of the heel he could feel her gently massaging his dick with her foot. The feeling of the nylon on his cock was amazing, the soft material against the skin of his dick was heavenly. After both of her feet were free she wasted no time in getting them on her sons rock hard cock. She scooted back so she could have more control, allowing her to bow her legs to the side and trap her sons cock between the arches of her feet. She fucked his dick with her nylon covered feet, watching it penetrate the arches like it was her pussy. While Eric's head leaned back, his hands rested at his sides; his right hand rested on his cellphone, that had a camera on it. Figuring this was why he was handed the phone and a wink, he started to record the process of his mother giving him a footjob. "Sara, that feels so good." He moaned "You like that baby? You like your momma's pantyhose covered feet stroking your cock?" "Oh christ yes!" "Then you're gonna love this!" Sara pulled her dress up to reveal to her son and his camera that not only was she not wearing any panties, but her pantyhose were seamless. This meant that her pussy could be seen as clear as day. To make this fact even better Sara's hands made their way under the fabric of her hose and with two fingers spread her lips open for the camera, using her middle finger to draw circles around her clit. She made sure to make a bit of a show for the camera, moaning eroticly, she also pulled her tits out so they could be seen. Not wanting to forget who she was doing this for she focused herself on her sons cock. Using the sole of one foot to press and rub it against the top of her other. "Mmm, don't you love how your dick looks being stroked by your mother's feet?" She asked with a sultry voice. Sara's technique was amazing, it seemed she know exactly what felt good and what she didn't need to bother with. In fact, she was enjoying herself just as much as her son was. She too loved the sight of her sons dick trapped between her nylon covered toes, she would wipe some of his precum off with her big toe, then bring it to her mouth and taste it. Then moan how great it tasted. Truth is she loved the taste, she loved the texture on her tongue of her sons fluids and her pantyhose. There was one thing she really wanted to see, her sons cum all over her feet. She wanted to rub her soles together and feel the sticky warmth of it permeating through the nylon fabric down to her skin. "Sara...Ugh...I don't know how much longer I can last." "Aww poor baby, is his mother's pantyhosed footjob too much for him?" She said in a sexy mocking tone. "Yes. Mom, you're so good at this. It feels too good." Eric moaned in complete ecstasy. Not wanting to make him wait any longer Sara pulled out all the stops. She grabbed his cock with her feet and wrapped her toes around it. Jerking it just like if she were using her hands. With her own hand she let two fingers dive deep into her pussy, making sure Eric could both see and was still recording. "Oh god mom, I'm gonna cum so fucking much!" "Thats right baby, cum all over my nylon feet." Eric's breathing became stronger and his hips started to match the motion of his mother's feet. He lifted his head up and stared right into his mothers eyes and saw her mouth the words 'cum for me baby' and in no time the first spurt of his cum shot straight up into the air. It landed almost directly where it came from and slid down and pooled between his dick and his mothers big toe. The next shot fired slightly to the left and more of it landed on her ankle, and the final spray of cum didn't quite have the power as the first but had almost the same volume, it managed to land on her sole near her heel. Eric let out a sigh that announced his satisfaction and watched Sara play with the cum on her feet. He watched as she made strings of cum from one foot to the other, then she pressed the soles of her feet together feeling the warm gooeyness pass through the material of her pantyhose and onto her skin. "You really came a lot hun." Spoken with a very pleased smile "Well I didn't cum last night, you blew me this afternoon, gave me a handy at the bar, then blew me again in the car. I'd say there was a bit of a back log." Sara's fingers never left her own pussy, and now her eyes were trained on her sons dick, again. Noticing that it had not gone down one bit she gave a sly smile to him. Eric cast his phone aside and tore a cunt sized hole in his mothers pantyhose, plunging his dick right in using whatever left over cum was still on it as lube. Sara let out a shriek of pleasure as she was finally going to get that fuck she wanted since the orgasam she had in the bar. Eric grabbed his mother's legs from behind the knee and pushed them up nearly to her ears. He began to fuck her as hard as he could, with each thrust she squirt a little fluid out, it ran out the sides of her cunt past her asshole and dripped on the couch cushion. Eric's thrusts were punishing and pleasurable, each one was noted with a caveman like grunt from him. All Sara could manage to say was 'Fuck' 'Me' 'Yes' this was only after each time Eric bottomed out in her. In one swift move, Eric lifted his mother and positioned her face down over the armrest of the couch with everything from her waist up still laying on the couch. He stood behind her and pushed her legs together and slid his cock back into her. Grabbing onto the waistband of her pantyhose like reigns he continued to pound away. Sara buried her face into the couch cushion to muffle her screams. Eric put one foot onto the armrest to give him better leverage and deeper penetration. "OH GOD ERIC THAT'S PERFECT!" Sara's orgasam came out of no where, and it shocked them both, all of a sudden she was writhing around screaming and swearing. She clenched her legs together instinctively, crossed her ankles and pushed back against her son as hard as she could. Just like his mother's orgasam, Eric's second seemed to catch him by surprise. Nearly as soon as Sara's orgasam stopped his started with no warning but a weakness in his knees. He thrust one final time into his mother's cunt, grabbed both of her pantyhose covered ass cheeks and let loose a flood of cum that coated the walls of his mothers pussy. Eric was barely able to stand, and his dick was going limp in his mother's warm wet pussy; that he just filled. Sara had a few tremors in her legs from being fucked exactly the way she wanted. As he pulled out a small amount of cum leaked out of her and made a *splat* sound as it hit the ground. They both had a good laugh at that. "A little help baby? I'm afraid if I try and walk i'll slip on all the cum on my feet." "Sure." He said with a smile. Pulling down her pantyhose he realized that this is yet another reason he is madly in love with this woman. She went out of her way to understand and indulge in his fantasy, and now it's her fetish too. "Looks like there's still a bit of a mess, i'll get you some paper towel." Eric quickly returned and wiped his mother's feet of his cum. He offered his hand to help her up and she took it, bending back down to grab her heels and soiled pantyhose. Both exhausted after an amazing night of sex they were in bed before they knew it, but before they were actually asleep Sara had a question to ask. "Hey hun, you still awake?" She asked "Yea babe, what's up?" She rolled over and rest her head on his chest "So you know how what we did tonight has been a fetish of yours for a while?" "Yea." He answered quizzically "Well do you think we could explore one of mine?" He replied quite enthusiastically "Of course, what is it?" "Well, um...I've always wanted to be someones sub. You know talking dirty, like degrading dirty, making me do things, calling you master. Even some BDSM stuff...so whatdya think?" "What do I think! What do I think!?" Sara was actually scared for a second. "...I fucking love the idea babe!" "You fucking asshole, I hate when you do that." She said while smiling and looking at him with big doe eyes. Love or Sex Ch. 04 "We can give it a shot tomorrow." As he yawned "Oh no. I don't think so. I still have more in store for you. Do you think I only got one outfit while I was out today?" Said through a mischievous grin The couple rolled over into the spoon position and drifted off to sleep. The next morning Eric found himself alone in bed, but greeted by the smell of bacon and coffee. What better way to be woken up, well there is at least one better way he thought to himself. So he hopped out of bed, brushed his teeth and made his way to the kitchen. He was greeted by a sight that would have given him a boner if he wasn't already sporting some morning wood. There was Sara in what looked like a black floral bra, he couldn't tell much detail from the back. A similar black garter belt with no panties and attached to those were nude stockings, and on her feet she wore 5 inch (12.7cm) black platform pumps. "Okay, this is probably the best way to be woken up." "Huh?" "Nothing babe." He said with a smirk. Sara served him scrambled eggs with bacon toast and a cup of coffee. While he enjoyed his breakfast Sara was under the table with his cock in her mouth. All he heard from her were slurping noises and moans when she occasionally took his dick out of her mouth. After he finished his breakfast he excused himself from the table and his mother's mouth, placed the dishes in the sink, retrieved Sara and gave her the biggest hug he could. "I love you baby." He said with all sincerity "I love you too honey, thats why all we're going to do today is fuck!" "Wow, thats it." He said sarcastically "Well, there will be plenty of footjobs, blowjobs, and handjobs too." The day went on like this for the incestious couple, dehydrating themselves of vital bodily fluids, usually on one another. Sara learned that she really did enjoy this new fetish of hers, and she loved that she could share it with her son. Eric learned that there really isn't anything he feels he has to hide sexualy from his woman. Now that they're both open with each other they can explore every fetish or desire they might have without worrying about being judged. Love or Sex Ch. 05 This story is rather long, almost three times as long as the previous one. With that said, a lot of the detail is from my personal experience with BDSM, so it may not be the exact definition. ***** After a weekend of fetish sex with her son, full of pantyhose, stockings, garter belts, high heels, foot jobs, cumshots and orgasms. Sara realized that she loved every bit of her sons fetish, so much so that it has become her own. She gets excited when pulling on a pair of pantyhose or stockings, takes notice how sexy her G-strings are, and loves the sound her heels make when she walks. More than just taking notice of these things, she has added them into their sex play, buying sexy lingerie and wearing it to bed just to spice up an already on fire sex life. Feeling on her own legs and feet when they are covered in nylon of any type, not just in front of her son, but at the office when no one was looking. Sending pictures of her nylon covered feet and legs to her son was an almost daily occurrence. Sara and Eric now had the same fetish, well, shared one of many to be explored in the future! It's been several weeks since Sara told her son about her desire to be a sub to him, and in that time Eric was devising a plan, researching and pricing out exactly what he needed. Reading up on exactly what a sub is, and what a Master demands from them. As it turns out the more he read the more it excited him. He found that anything a Master demands of his sub they must obey, or risk punishment. But it was more than just a punishment reward relationship, the sub actually enjoyed being degraded for their Masters pleasure, and would do anything to ensure that their Master was pleased with them. Eric didn't have quite the budget his mother had when she indulged in his fetish, but he sure wasn't going to skimp out just because of that. He searched around for the best websites with the best deals on the types of things he wanted to purchase. Things like an embroidered collar with an D ring that said "WHORE", A silver ring of "O", a riding crop, nipple clamps, nylon rope, a Hitachi Magic wand, anal beads and a jeweled butplug. The outfits included a naughty schoolgirl getup, complete with a super mini pleated skirt, thigh high fence net stockings and 4 inch (10.1cm) Mary Jane pumps. The other was a black crotch less fishnet body stocking and knee length strappy gladiator boots with a 4 inch (10.1cm) heel. He also managed to pick up a pair of crotch less panties for free because of the size of his order. While not in his initial plan, he was sure he could fit it into it somewhere. Content with his selections Eric placed his order and selected the shipping option that would coincide with when he was home. Next he sped off to the hardware store to pick up the lumber and accessories he would need to construct his incestuous sexual torture structures. Stashing them in the corner of the basement he knew his mother wouldn't venture into. Then he looked around. "When was the last time she actually spent any time down here?" He said aloud. In truth Sara rarely ventured to the basement, if she did it was just to grab a can of vegetables from the shelf at the very bottom of the stairs. Eric had very little to worry about, it's not that the basement was dirty or smelly, or mildewy, its just that it was the basement. It was used for storing things that you rarely use. With this renewed confidence Eric set about constructing his sexual torture/pleasure devices. Watching videos on YouTube on how to assemble them so they're sturdy, he toiled away till minutes before his mother came home from work. Although his construction was incomplete, it didn't bother him, he didn't plan on starting tonight anyway. Eric went to their bedroom and undressed, noticing quite a large amount of precum stained in his boxers. He wasn't surprised that he was aroused by the thought of what he had planned, but surprised that just the construction of it would arouse him. While he showered, penis stiff as a board, and imagined everything he would do to his mother while he had her restrained. The next few days progressed quite similar to this one, Eric spends all his free time constructing, perfecting and planning. After each day he's just a bit more excited than the last, noticing more and more precum in his shorts before his mother arrives home. Just like his mother realized with him, he realized that being the Dom to his Sub was hot, more than hot it was his fetish. While laying next to the woman he loved, he dreamed of Doming her. Making her his, owning her, controlling her. This seemed to inspire Eric, making him perfect his plans even more. Eric added rungs for Sara to hold on to while she was strapped to the saw horse; rungs for both her feet and hands. He drilled more holes so he could change the position of the rungs. He made the saw horse wider so Sara could lay her full weight on it, and added a small amount of padding to it. Even a way to control the magic wand to and from her clit. With each moment that passes he thinks of new things, new ways to restrain her, new ways of pleasuring himself and her at the same time. Eric decided that he would set his plan into motion on Friday morning, it being Thursday afternoon this left him with little time to make any further modifications. He stepped back from his creations to admire and inspect them. "As close to perfect as I'll get" Eric said. Now all he had to do was be the Master. And all he had to do to achieve this was remember how hard he got during the construction, how much precum leaked from his dick at just the thought of his mother restrained and at his will. It took no more than that to get Eric into the proper mindset, he knew exactly how the weekend was going to unfold. What he wanted, she would do, his word was law. Eric arranged everything to his liking. The St. Andrew's cross would be secured against the wall, but first he put down several large white sheets hanging from the ceiling and on the floor. The saw horse would be off to the side, on the border of the white sheet as it was easy enough to move. They were both covered with white sheets. Next he pulled over an old dresser, convenient because it allowed him to keep the outfits and sex toys in the drawers. He also planned to record portions of the session so the flat surface of the dresser top was perfect for his laptop. Finally he pulled over a chair for himself, but he set it slightly further back so he would remain in the dark. He felt this made him seem more in charge if he was giving commands from the shadows. The stage was set, all that remained was the time between now and tomorrow morning. FRIDAY Sara's alarm blared at 6:45AM. "Ugh..." Sara swiped at her phone, hoping that it would make the sound go away, and that she wouldn't have to get up and go to work. No chance of that. So she got up and trundled into the bathroom to start her shower. Eric was already awake, not because his mothers alarm woke him, but because he was excited to put his plan into motion. So while she was in the shower, he hopped out of bed and stood at the door to the bathroom to wait for his mother to walk out of it. Just as the bathroom door swung open Eric grabbed Sara firmly by the throat, her hands instinctively grabbed at his arm. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. "You are my property. Do you understand me bitch?" Sara quickly understood what was happening and nodded yes. That didn't remove the fact that she was still quite startled. "Good, now get on your knees, like the Whore you are." Sara quickly obeyed, she looked up to lock eyes but her gaze was averted. She hasn't done anything to prove herself worthy of being shown affection. So she awaited her next commands. Eric pulled off his boxers, grabbed his dick in one hand and unlocked his mother's phone with is other. "Put my balls in your mouth!" Sara did exactly as she was told. Eric then laid his erect dick on her face and took a picture of it. Then he proceeded to make it the background image of her phone. "From now on you will only call me Master, is that understood?" "yeff mafer" Sara said with a mouthful of her sons nutsack. Eric said sternly "No matter where we are, no matter who might hear you, you will call me master. Am I clear?" "yeff mafer" Sara said again, this time with saliva dripping down her chin. Sara could feel her pussy throbbing, she had never been this turned on in her life. But before she could enjoy it she received her next command. "Give me your right hand" Eric took her hand, then held in front of her face the silver Ring of O. "Do you know what this is?" Sara's eyes got wide with excitement and all she could do was nod her head yes. "Calm down slut! You haven't earned this, yet. But I want you to wear it today to remind you of your role." Eric took his balls out of his mothers mouth, pulled his shorts on and made his way to the kitchen. He called out before he left the bedroom. "Do your hair and makeup then come and find me." "Yes Master." Sara did exactly as she was told. Dried off, applied her makeup and fixed her hair. She then walked down the hallway to find her son in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. "Master, I've done my hair and makeup." "Very well than, follow me" Eric said this with a dismissive tone. He walked back to their bedroom and entered her closet, he threw a thin white button up shirt and a black skirt at her. She was startled, but caught both items. Next he tossed a pair of 5 inch (12.7cm) black pumps on the bed, then rummaged around in her drawer for a bra. He was looking for something that was completely inappropriate, but wouldn't get her in trouble...Eric paused. "Would a Dom really care if she got in trouble?" He thought to himself. Perhaps not, but getting her in trouble at work was not an idea that turned him on. So he continued digging, after all Sara did have some very sexy items in this drawer. He found a black bra with pink accents and decided this would do fine, so he tossed it at her just like all the others. As he walked out of the room he told her to get dressed. "Does Master want me to wear any pantyhose?" She called out as Eric left the room. Eric ignored her entirely, because it wasn't in his plan. He made his way into the basement to retrieve the crotch less panties from the dresser. With them in hand he made his way back to the bedroom, where Sara was just putting on her heels. "Put these on" as he tossed the panties to her. Sara was used to tiny panties, she wore G-strings all the time, but these had barely any material to them. One black string around the waist, and one on either side of her labia. There was a butterfly that hung from a chain that seemed to stop right on her clit. "I packed you something for lunch, don't open it till noon" Said with a raised eyebrow. "Thank you Master" she replied with a smile. "Now get moving or you'll be late for work" "Yes Master." Sara moved in to kiss Eric bye, as was her instinct, but he pulled away with a look on his face that said you should know better. "Sorry Master." She left knowing he wouldn't respond, and that she SHOULD have known better. She still has done nothing that proves herself. She did have the ring though, something that made her smile as she played with it. As she drove to work, she noticed things that slipped past her. How see through her shirt was, and how short her skirt was. While seated it came to only 4 inches from revealing the fact that you could see her panties, or lack thereof. Furthermore she could feel the breeze on her cunt. She also noticed that she fucking loved every aspect of it. While walking around at work she did notice a few extra stares. Also that the butterfly that dangled was now stuck to her damp pussy. Sara could hardly wait to see what she had for lunch, she knew it wasn't a sandwich. * Beep beep* *Beep beep* "Master: Its lunch time! 12:00pm" Sara must have missed when Eric changed his name in her phone. She dug through her briefcase and found a brown bag. Opening it up she finds a small dildo. "What does my master request of his slut? 12:01pm" "Master: Insert it into your filthy cunt, and leave it there till I say so. 12:03pm" "Yes Master. 12:03pm" Sara loved how dirty this was, how she would have this dildo inside her when people would be talking to her or while she was on the phone. She hiked her skirt up, and slid it right in. Carefully pulling her skirt back down and enjoying the feeling of the small but thick dildo. *Beep beep* *Beep beep* "Master: Show me. 12:11pm" Sara spread her legs as wide as she could under her desk, looked up quickly to see if anyone could see her and snapped a pic. "CAM001107.jpg Does this please my master? 12:13pm" "Master: Yes. You've done well my pet. 12:14pm" "Thank you Master. 12:14pm" In all the sexual excitement Sara had completely forgotten she hadn't eaten at all today. The walk to the cafeteria wasn't a long one by any means, but managing to keep the dildo inside her without any help from her panties was not going to be easy. Sara Stood up to compose herself, noticing that she had to squeeze her thighs to keep the dildo from slipping out. She had taken this walk a million times, but now she feels like all eyes are on her, each cubicle she passes her face flushes more. Several of her co-workers pass her and all she can muster is a guilty smile. She grabs one of the pre made sandwiches and a drink, pays and takes it back to her office. As she plops in her chair the dildo pushes in a bit further and she lets out an audible moan. "Everything okay?" Richard, a co-worker, asks from his cubicle. "Oh fine, just banged my knee" Sara lied. Sara spent the next hour and a half seated for fear of the dildo slipping out of her, no matter how tightly she held her thighs. People she managed came in on occasion to give her updates on the projects they were working on. Her own boss even stopped in just to say hi. Little did they know that she had a rubber dick buried deep in her cunt. She thought about that very fact as they were droning on about their day. *Beep beep* *Beep beep* "Master: How wet are you? 2:07pm" "CAM001108.jpg This wet Master. 2:08pm" Sara took a picture of the dildo half out of her pussy, this time not checking to see if she was being observed. The base had a ring of white grool around it, the rest was shiny from her wetness, and every fold of her pussy was covered in her own juices. "Master: Mmmm very good my pet, you may just earn that ring after all. 2:09pm" "Thank you Master. 2:09pm" Sara was beaming with pride, she had truly pleased her Master, and again, enjoyed every second of it. She let her mind wander as to what was in store for her for the weekend. She reminded herself that it didn't matter, she would be a good little whore and take everything her son could do to her. Snapped back to reality by the sound of her cell phone she noticed that she was grinding into her chair. "Master: Take the dildo out of your pussy and put it back in the bag. 2:42pm" "Yes Master. 2:42pm" The rest of Sara's day went by as normal, and after a meeting that could have been summed up in an email she decided she had enough work for today and packed up her things to head home early. She checked her phone as she walked to her car, it read 4:53pm. It took anywhere between forty five minutes to an hour to get home, depending on traffic and the lights. Before even setting off from the parking lot she texted her master to let him know that she was on her way home. About an hour later Sara pulled into her driveway, slightly annoyed with traffic. As she walked into the house she was greeted with a sexy sight, her son in a black suit with a white button up shirt and a thin black tie. He was seated at the kitchen table with his legs crossed. "Greetings Mast..." Before she could finish she was interrupted. "...Go get undressed." He said coldly. Sara did not hesitate or question, she walked back to their bedroom and removed every article of clothing she was wearing. Not one second after she was naked Eric walked in the door. "Give me the ring." With a bit of a broken heart Sara handed over the ring. Eric grabbed Sara by the hair at the base of her head and moved close to her ear. "We have a few errands to run tonight, if you prove yourself, the ring is yours" Sara's joy returned, all she had to do was be a dirty whore for her Master and she would be rewarded. While Sara was lost in her thoughts Eric turned his attention to her outfit for their errands. He opened her closet door and pulled out a short white skirt that she used for a beach cover up, a thin white V-neck tee, and flip flops. "Put these on" He ordered. She smiled "Yes Master" Eric watched his mother get dressed and marveled at her body, even as she covered it up. Although not covered as much as normal, the skirt is so short if she bends over anyone will see right up it. The tee is thin enough you can make out her nipples. "All dressed Master" Sara cheerfully stated. "Good, now bend over and spread your ass" "Mmm, yes Master" Sara cooed. Eric admired his mother's tight pink asshole for a moment, before he took the jeweled buttplug from his pocket and spit right on the same pink asshole. Eric slowly slid the plug into it. Sara, never having experienced anal before, took a second to warm up to this foreign object now invading her anus. Eric gave her no time to get used to the feeling. "Come on, we have a long night ahead of us." He said as he patted her butt. Eric took his mother's car keys and her briefcase and locked the house after her. They rode in silence to the first stop, the local pharmacy. A pharmacy Sara goes to quite often. "Go inside and buy condoms and lube." Eric said with a wicked smile. "Yes Master." Sara was just slightly apprehensive, not about purchasing these items, but this was a store in which she was known. But as she saw that Eric remained in the car she lost a bit of that apprehension. She knew exactly where the condoms and lube were, so she made a beeline for them. The AC was pumping, and her nipples responded making small tents in her shirt. Sara felt like more of a whore knowing that the man ringing her out could see her nipples, if he only knew of the butt plug in her ass and the fact she wasn't wearing any panties. With the purchase complete Sara got in the car, she noticed that the AC in the car had been lowered, she suspected Eric did this to maintain her erect nipples. She flashed him a wicked smile and tossed the bag of condoms and lube in the back seat. "Where to next Master?" she asked innocently. "I'm hungry, I would like..." Eric paused to make it sound like he was actually thinking "...an apple" This was an odd request, but as they got underway Sara began to think, the grocery stores are kept pretty cold as well. So she smiled and played along. As they arrived at the grocery store he turned to her and said. "Red delicious." She smiled and replied "Anything you wish Master." As the produce was at the front of the store this was going to be a quick trip. She grabbed the apple, popped it in a bag and went to go check out. With every step she noticed her body, maybe it was the fact that she wasn't wearing anything that supported her. But she loved how her tits and ass bounced after each step. Sara paid, walked out and hopped right into the car waiting for her. Handed the apple to Eric and they were on their way once again. Him munching on his apple, as she requested what the next stop was. He didn't reply so she decided not to ask again. After about ten minutes of silent driving they pull up across the street from a convenience store. Love or Sex Ch. 05 "I'm thirsty, go get me a water." "Of course Master." Sara began to run across the street but noticed that as soon as she did her skirt flew up and anyone who was paying attention would see her hairless pussy. So she walked the rest of the way, right into a group of teenagers hanging out at the entrance of the store. She heard cat calls and whistles the entire time, and could feel everyone's eyes on her, so she made her purchase quick and ran back across the street holding her skirt down. In the car Eric laughed at her quick escape. Even as Sara got in the car he was still chuckling. "Here you go Master" she said as she took a deep breath. Eric put the water in the cup holder and set off once again. At the next red light he grabbed her by the chin and turned her face to his. "Are you my naughty little whore?" he said in a gruff voice. "Yes Master!" She said desperately. He then pulled her hair back so hard she was staring at the ceiling of the car. "Are you going to be a filthy slut for me?" "I'll do anything you want Master!" She said even more desperately. *HONK! HONK!* The cars behind them were getting impatient as the light had turned green. Eric released his grip on his mother's hair and drove to their final destination. It was about 15 minutes away and it was already 8pm. Eric didn't want to rush his plans so he obeyed the speed limit. The traffic on the road started to lighten up, as most people we already home from work. Before long they arrived at the last stop, a church parking lot. "Get in the back seat." Sara climbed over the center console, showing her plugged asshole to anyone looking through the front windshield. *SLAP!* Eric's hand stung from how hard he slapped his mother's ass. She yelped both in pain and pleasure. A red hand print formed quickly on her rear. "Get your toy out." Sara had no trouble finding it, and almost before she was asked had it plunged deep inside her. She spread her legs wide to give her Master the perfect view of her act of perversion. "That's it you fucking slut, fuck yourself for me" Eric said while staring at the screen of his phone. Recording his mother's every move. Sara fucked her pussy with the dildo, not caring that she was in the parking lot of a church. She rubbed the dildo on her clit while staring into the camera. The windows had long since fogged up, and with the level of tint that was on them it would be difficult to see in anyway. Every once and awhile a car would pull into the lot to make a U turn. Their headlights would shine on Sara's face and light up the perspiration on her forehead. Eric put his phone away and got out of the car, walked over to the rear passenger side not facing the street and opened the door. Sara still had her legs wide open and dildo inside her. Eric offered her his hand to step out of the car. He took a seat and unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. "Get to work slut" Sara bent at the waist and greedily took her son's dick in her mouth, this time not caring about exposing herself to anyone who saw. She bobbed her head up and down trying to coax the cum out of her Master's cock. She then bent at the knees and fished behind Eric for the dildo, once she found it she plunged it back into her dripping cunt and moved it at the same pace at which she was sucking dick. "Look up at me Whore!" Sara's eyes shot up and squinted shut from the camera light. "You like that cock in your mouth?" Eric barked Sara popped her son's dick out her mouth to respond. "I love my Master's cock!" She shouted as she hugged his dick. Sara got back to work, forcing herself to take her son's dick deep in her throat with every stroke. When she pulled away she used her tongue to circle his shaft, when she went back down she stuck her tongue out so it would graze his balls when she deep throated him. Eric grabbed his pet by her hair to pull her off his dick. He could feel her resist, trying to keep her lips wrapped around his dick. But he had leverage and pulled harder. She relented and looked up at him and the camera. "Good work slut! But it's time to go home." "Okay Master." She was somewhat disappointed because she was enjoying the public taboo of sucking her sons dick in the parking lot of a church. They both got back in the car and made their way home. "I think you've quite earned this." Eric said as he handed the ring of "O" back to Sara. Once again her eyes lit up, she had pleased her Master by being a total slut. "Oh thank you Master!" She beamed as she slid the ring on. Almost in unison their stomachs growled from hunger. They hadn't eaten dinner, and it was already past nine pm. Eric stopped at another convenience store that made sandwiches. "Turkey, lettuce and a bit of mayo on a 6 inch and whatever you want" Eric flipped her a twenty and she was off. They both scarfed down their sandwiches in no time. "Master, tonight was amazing! Thank you so much" Sara said as they pulled into the garage. "Silly whore" Eric chuckled "That was just a warm up!" Sara didn't think she could get any wetter than she already was, but sure enough, just the thought of more sent a flood of fluid right to her cunt. She now had some running down her leg as they walked into the house. "On your knees you worthless cunt!" Eric barked the order. Sara obeyed, and tried to not seem too excited to be spoken to like that. "Follow me." He clapped his hand on his thigh as you would do to a dog to come. Sara followed him on her hands and knees to their bedroom. Where she was told to strip. Eric bent her over the bed, using his left hand to grab her hair and force her face into the mattress. With his right he gave her ass another good slap. This time on the other cheek, and grabbing hold of it. Sara moaned loudly into the comforter. Eric then used his left hand to spread her ass apart. Slowly he pulled the plug out and watched her sphincter expand around the business end of it. "Go wait by the basement door." Eric went back to the car to retrieve the items he made his pet purchase. Upon entering the house he found Sara waiting patiently on her knees. He walked past her and dropped the plastic bag with condoms and lube in her lap. Grabbing his laptop and separate webcam, that was capable of taking higher Def video, he made his way back to his obedient slave. Together they walked into the basement. "Go stand in the middle of the white sheet." Eric commanded her. "Yes Master." Sara stood in the middle of the sheet as told, watching her son set up his laptop and camera. Eric hit record and rummaged through the drawer looking for the slutty schoolgirl outfit. Finding it he instructed Sara to put it on. Sara spun around so her rear was facing the camera, she selected the black fence net stockings first. Bending at the waist so her pussy and ass were in clear view, she slowly slid them up her right leg. Smoothing them out as she went up. She did the same for her left leg, making sure to wiggle her toes for the camera. Next she choose the top, it was little more than a bandana with holes for her arms. Tying the top together in a bow below her tits, extra tight so her cleavage was exaggerated. The skirt was next, it was no bigger than a dish towel and bright red. Sara turned sideways and pulled the skirt up and feigned difficulty getting it over her ass. Pulling up on the skirt, under her ass, so that it jiggled her butt cheeks, she zipped it and made sure all the pleats were strait. Finally, stepping into her heels, the outfit was complete. Sara presented herself with her arms outstretched "Does this please you Master?" Eric stood up and reached in the drawer for her collar and slowly approached her. Keeping concealed what he had in his hands behind his back. "On your knees pet." Eric commanded in a stern voice while staring in her eyes. Sara slowly knelt down, sliding her hands down her Master's side, before resting on her feet. Not breaking eye contact. "Are you a filthy whore?" Eric inquired of her. "The filthiest Master! I'm YOUR dirty slut!" She said this with such sincerity, forgetting that this moment was being recorded. "Unzip my pants." Sara had an idea of what was going to happen, she thought it would be similar to what happened this morning after she got out of the shower. So she unzipped his pants, gently fished out his cock and balls. Taking his nuts into her mouth and resting his erect dick on her face. "Very good" he praised her "I have a gift for you." Instead of replying she encircled his nuts in her mouth with her tongue still locked in his gaze. Before her eyes was the embroidered collar. Her eyes scanned the word 'WHORE' and she loved it! She is a whore, but only for her son. And that thought made it even hotter. She wasn't just dating some guy who was doing this for her. She was fucking and being fucked by her son! It was her own flesh and blood that was standing before her as her Master. This was their fetish, another one in which they shared, and another one that strengthened their relationship. Eric put the collar on his pet, making sure it was tight enough that it didn't move around, but not so tight it choked her. All while she still had his balls in her mouth, she seemed to be a pro at this. "Do you understand what this means?" Sara nodded her head yes while sucking her son's nutsack like a pacifier. "Oh you do? Well then, tell me." Sara released Eric's balls from her mouth, spit on the tip of his dick and slowly jerked it. "My cunt belongs to you Master, to use as YOU need it. I am your cum dumpster, and cum slut of a mother. Your filthy whore who will do anything to please you." "That's almost perfect, but I am going to make you do everything!" Eric put his dick back in his pants, then walked over to the sawhorse and snatched the sheet off of it. Sara's eyes damn near sparkled like an Anime character at the sight. It's clear her fantasy and her sons fantasy are one in the same. Eric positioned the saw horse so he could bend his mother over it in view of the camera. He grabbed her hands and placed them on the sawhorse and forced her to bend at the waist. With her head resting on the padding of the sawhorse it forced her to expose her cunt and asshole. Leaving her there he returned to the dresser full of naughty objects, pulled out the anal beads, grabbed the lube put them next to the laptop and made his way back to Sara. "More than just your cunt belongs to me!" He said as he kneeled in front of her. "Yes Master! You're right! all of me belongs to you!" Sara added. Hoping she didn't disappoint her Master "ALL OF MY HOLES ARE FOR YOUR PLEASURE!" she shouted. "STAND UP YOU FUCKING SLUT!" Eric shouted as he grabbed Sara by the hair and ripped her from the sawhorse. "AHHHH!" she shouted in pain. Eric changed the position of the sawhorse so that the camera was looking down the length of it. "Get on Bitch!" Sara could see the rungs for both her hands and feet and climbed on. Eric left the scene to retrieve the nylon rope, and returned ready to strap her to the saw horse. He started with her waist, wrapping it five, six, seven, eight times around her and the sawhorse so that it looked like a rope cincher. He brought one length of the rope up over her head, ran it through the D ring in her collar and wrapped it around her wrists, binding them to the legs of the saw horse. With the other length he ran it to her ankles, binding them to the legs of the saw horse as well. Eric left the scene once again to retrieve the anal beads and lube, when he returned he knelt down by her face again. "Do you see these?" He let dangle the anal beads in front of her face. Three beads attached by a string, increasing in size, the smallest being the plug she wore earlier, to one inch (~2.6cm) in diameter. At the very end of the string there was an O ring that allowed the user to pull out the beads without having to go in and retrieve them. Sara's eyes just grew wide, other than tonight she had never experienced anything to do with her anus. Now she was going to be tested. Eric didn't wait for her response, he laid the beads on her back while he popped open the bottle of lube. Having a good idea that this was a virgin anus, a liberal amount was applied. He took his time, teasing her ass, dipping the very tip of his finger into her asshole. Testing how strong she would clench up against it. He then decided maybe it would be better if they had their first coating of lube from his whores mouth. So without a word he took them and forced them into her mouth, with just the O ring hanging out. While his whores mouth was full he took this time to tell her the rules, he thought for a second, there would only be one rule. "You..." He looked closer at her "...Are not allowed..." Even closer still "...To cum." Eric announced "Is that understood?!" "Mmm humph" It was almost impossible for Sara to nod as she was tied down, so the best she could do was mumble through the three anal beads that were stuffed in her mouth, and the rope that restrained her movement. "I need you to understand how important this is you fucking slut!" Eric pulled the beads out and rested them again on her back. "Repeat the order!" Eric commanded. "Yes Master, I am not to have an orgasm!" "THATS NOT WHAT I FUCKING SAID WHORE!" "SORRY MASTER!" "You said..." she took a breath "...I am not allowed to cum" "Very good, you understand what I am asking of you?!" He didn't wait for her reply. Instead he went back to the bottle of lube, applying more to her tight little ass. Using the smallest of the anal beads to tease her, almost fully inserting it just to see her asshole stretch around it. After he was content in the fact that there was plenty of lube in and on her ass he used his thumb to press in the first smallest bead. Pleased with how little resistance was put up the next bead was on its way into Sara's ass, with only slightly more difficulty than the previous one. The final bead would prove to be a challenge, while it wasn't massive, it certainly wasn't going to just pop in. "It'll fit Master! Make it fit!" Sara cheered on her son. With copious amounts of lube the largest of the beads found itself at the entrance of Sara's ass. Eric used both hands to spread her ass cheeks open while he used his thumbs to hold the bead in place. Without a word or muscle twitch Eric forced the last bead right into his mothers ass, allowing the plastic retrieval ring to just dangle. Sara let out a shriek that was equal parts pain, pleasure and surprise. Eric's pants seem to get tighter, his erection was straining to be let free, he wanted to plow his mother's cunt right there. It took all of his willpower to step away, take the Hitachi Magic wand out of the dresser and attach it to the saw horse. Not yet turning it on. Eric ran his hands through his mother's hair quite gently "Remember, don't you dare cum." "I won't Master, I promise, I'll be your good filthy whore." "You better be" He said as he positioned the Magic Wand so it was just touching his mother's clit. Switching the power to a medium setting. "Ohhhh that's nice" Sara moaned. She allowed herself this pleasure, grinding as best she could down into the head of the wand. Feeling the subtle vibrations through her body. Suddenly! *SLAP!* "AHHHHHH!" She screamed. A sharp stinging pain started on her right butt cheek and seemed to spread to her legs. Eric stood in front of her bending the riding crop in his hands, then running it over her face. "I knew you would enjoy the Magic Wand, so I got this to scare that dirty little orgasm away" Eric lightly tapped his mother on the face with it. He reached down and increased the speed to the next highest setting. He watched as Sara bit down on the padding and tried to push further down into the wand. *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* This time not as hard, but the combined force of the three strikes from the riding crop equaled the one from seconds ago. "Ahhhh! Yes Master, punish me!" Sara screamed. Eric ran the crop up and down Sara's body, letting her feel the leather tip on her skin. Each time he passed a sensitive spot he would give it a slap. Not hard, but enough to disrupt the pleasure Sara was receiving from the Magic Wand. "How badly do you want to cum?" Eric asked, knowing the answer. "Master, my cunt is on fire! I want to cum so badly!" She replied. Eric could take no more of the torture he was dishing out to his mother, he had to fuck her. Digging once again in the drawer he found the condoms that she purchased earlier. Stuffing one in his pocket he walked in front of her. "What does my whore want?" He said while staring in her eyes. "Your whore wants to be FUCKED Master" She replied with an urgency he hadn't seen before. Eric wanted a different perspective, one that allowed the camera to see more of what was going on, so he grabbed the sawhorse and rotated it 90 degrees. Now Sara's full body was in view of the camera, not just her ass. Without wasting any more time Eric had his pants around his ankles and his cock was bobbing in front of his mothers face. Her mouth was already open, hungrily waiting for it to invade her throat. As soon as the tip of her sons dick passed her lips she moaned, then gulped down as much of it as she could. "Yea, you like that!? You like having your face fucked!" He said while he slid his prick in and out of his mother's mouth. There was no way Sara could respond, with a mouth full of her sons cock, and every appendage tied to the sawhorse, all she could do was open her mouth and lick her son's balls when they came close enough. Eric was in heaven, he grabbed her by the back of her head and rhythmically fucked her face. Not being rough, but not gentile. It was time, he decided, long past time he fucked his whore. Standing in front of Sara was Eric, she watched the shine of her saliva on her son's dick, saliva she put there. She watched transfixed as he removed his remaining clothing, piece by piece, she knew what was coming. What she didn't expect is what came next. Eric pulled out a condom from the pocket of his pants, a condom from the very box she bought not several hours prior. Rolled it onto his dick and presented it to his restrained mother. "Master" She said in shock "You don't need to use that with me." "You are a filthy whore!" He said "You admitted it." "Yes, but I am your filthy whore, only yours" She said as she watched Eric walk behind her. She could feel the rubbery material part her pussy lips. As she felt her son's cock enter her, the moment was bittersweet. The combination of being filled with the dick she adored and craved all day, and the Magic wand at her cunt brought her sexual joy. The feeling of latex separating her and her lover reminded her that there was in fact something between them. "MASTER PLEASE! TAKE THE CONDOM OFF!" She begged. "Why!? You're a whore! A slut! A cumdumpster!" He mocked her, still while pumping her cunt "YES MASTER, BUT I AM ALL THAT FOR YOU, AND ONLY YOU!" Eric pressed most of his weight on her, leaning in to whisper into her ear. "why should I take this condom off?" He bit her neck, like a lion does to his lioness. "BECAUSE MASTER,YOU LOVE THE WAY MY CUNT FEELS. IT'S DRIPPING WET FOR YOU AND BECAUSE OF YOU. DON'T YOU WANT TO FEEL MY CUNT ON YOUR ROCK HARD COCK!" Eric had no intention of fucking Sara with a rubber on, he did however want to make her beg him to fuck her without it, and to see how she would respond to it. He withdrew from his mother and ripped the condom off, tossing it on Sara's head. Immediately plunging his dick deep into the warm, wet, tight hole he just pulled out of. Sara tried desperately to shake the condom from her head, not because she found it gross or degrading but because she saw it as something that came between them rather than drew them closer. With the help of Eric's thrusts and shaking her head the condom fell to the floor where she hoped it would stay. Love or Sex Ch. 05 "Oh GOD! Yes Master. FUCK! Pound your mother's cunt!" Sara held on to the rungs tightly as her son's body crashed against her with each thrust. The sawhorse creaked and moaned under their combined weight. Eric clutched tightly at the waistband of the red pleated micro mini skirt of the naughty school girl he had tied up. "OH GOD YES! FUCK ME ERIC!" She yelled "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU CALL ME?" He responded as his open palm landed squarely on her round ass. Still while not breaking rhythm. "I'M SORRY MASTER. YOU ARE MY OWNER!" Driven crazy by the Magic wand buzzing on her clit and her sons cock sliding in and out of her sopping cunt she almost wanted to misbehave so as not to climax. "I know you want to cum, you fucking whore, but you better not." Eric again laid his weight on her while still thrusting deep into her. "I won't Master, I promise!" Trying to reassure him. But she did want to cum, so badly, with the beads in her ass, the wand on her clit and her son savagely fucking her cunt it was the perfect recipe for a mind blowing orgasm. Eric grabbed the pull string to the beads and began teasing his mothers anus once again, pulling just to the point where her asshole began to stretch, then releasing the tension. He did this three or four more times before grabbing the camera so he could capture it. Sara's asshole still had a thin layer of lube on it, or was it sweat? Either way Eric would have much less difficulty getting the beads out than he did putting them in. As the first one was the largest he took his time, allowing her asshole to stretch slowly around it. Sara then teased Eric, by using her sphincter muscle to swallow the bead back into her. "Mmmm you naughty slut, you like having them in your ass don't you?" Eric said playfully. "They do feel nice." Eric pulled out the first and largest of the anal beads. Sara let out the sexiest moan and squeezed her cunt muscles on her sons dick. This reaction repeated each time a bead was pulled out, after the last one was out he withdrew himself from his mother's pussy. Placing the camera back on the dresser and the beads next to it, but bringing the lube back with him. Applying a generous amount to his cock he rubbed the tip of his dick on his mothers asshole. "Mmmm yes Master, I want it!" She cooed. Eric pushed into his mother's tight asshole and watched it stretch around him just like it did for the beads. Sara grabbed the rungs tighter and winced as nothing this large had ever entered her anally. He continued pushing more and more of his rock hard cock into his mother. "You're so big Master." She said through clenched teeth. "You like having a cock in your ass don't you!? "I love having your cock in me Master." The entire length of her sons dick was now resting in her virgin anus, well, no longer virgin. She could feel his heart beat through his dick. The intense vibrations from the Magic Wand causing her pussy to drool a constant stream of wetness. And the cool lube being poured on her stretched out asshole. "Fuck me Master, fuck my asshole!" Eric did just that, slowly at first, then picking up pace. Before long he was fucking his mother's ass like it was her cunt. She still winced each time, but it was out of pleasure and pain. She enjoyed the hurt of her asshole being stretched and violated. She could sense that Eric was no longer in control, that he was lost in ecstasy, and he was now fucking her to make himself cum. "That's it Master, fuck mommy's ass!" She said trying to push back and match his thrusts. "Fuck your whores asshole nice and hard!" Eric could barely hear what she was saying, he was blinded by his impending orgasm, his stamina was no match for her tight asshole. After a few strokes he was beyond the point of stopping. So with one last forceful push he buried his cock fully in Sara's rectum. She screamed, her ass burned from being filled and stretched by her son's dick. Not one part of him felt bad as he flooded her anal cavity with his jizz. Squirt after squirt he twitched each time. Out of breath he pulled out of his mother's ass, gave it a good slap and returned to his seat behind the camera. "Did you enjoy having your ass fucked?" He said while still panting. "I LOVED it Master, because I love pleasing YOU!" Eric turned off the laptop and released his mother. Helping her off the saw horse so she could stretch. "Thank you Master." She said for his kindness in helping her. He kissed her on the forehead and squeezed her butt. "What time is it Master?" "About 1:30am. You should get to bed, you've got another long day ahead of you." He said with a smirk as they both made their way to the bedroom. While Eric got ready for bed Sara just stood still, awaiting orders. "You can get cleaned up, but leave the stockings and collar on." He instructed while climbing under the covers. "And the ring?" She nervously asked. "That's yours" he was barely able to finish the sentence before he was snoring. Delighted, Sara stripped, and went to the bathroom to clean up. She wasn't prepared for how undignified it was too get cum out of her ass. Never the less she did her best and left the bathroom. Upon walking into their bedroom she saw her son sleeping peacefully, she leaned over and whispered in his ear. "i love you baby." Sara fell asleep just as quickly as Eric did. Saturday Sara woke to a lovely sight, the time, rarely was she able to sleep past 7:30 8:00 AM, even on the weekends. She wiped the sleep from her eyes again to make sure it wasn't blurring her vision. But the time was correct, it was 10:32 AM! Overjoyed by this news she gingerly got out of bed, as Eric was still fast asleep next to her. She made her way to the kitchen and put the coffee on, pulled the cast iron out and started on breakfast. "Hmmm what would Master like?" She thought "Bacon and eggs of course." Sara wasn't exactly dressed to make breakfast, she wasn't dressed to do anything really. Anything other than fuck. Never mind that, she would please her Master if it killed her. Not long after she flipped the bacon she heard the shower running. She had hoped that she would be further along with breakfast than just the beginning. The coffee maker beeped so she poured herself a cup and left a mug for Eric. In walked Eric, in just his towel, over his shoulder. Sara had to fight the urge to drop to her knees and milk her son's cock. "Smells good, whatcha making me?" He said as he stood behind her. Sara could feel the heat from Eric's body, it sent shivers all over hers. "An omelet" she replied in a shaky voice. Eric returned to the bedroom to get dressed and Sara continued fixing breakfast. Before long Eric was dressed and pouring himself a cup of coffee. Admiring his mother's mostly naked form. "Mmmmm that's a great ass." He wound up and gave it a light slap. "Ouch" she playfully joked, as she stuck it out again. Sara folded over the rather large omelet and set the table. "Master, will I be eating with you?" "Yes, that would be nice." Sara hopped back to the kitchen with joy, splitting the massive omelet in half and placing each half on a plate. Sara gave the larger, cheesiest, baconiest one to Eric and sat down. "So, tell me my pet, what did you think of last night?" Eric genuinely inquired "Master, I could not have described a more perfect night if I tried." "You do realize that it's only Saturday morning right? We still have the rest of the weekend to go, and I have much more in store for you." Eric didn't bother to listen to Sarah's response, there were two things on his mind. The amazing omelet that his mother made, and perfecting the plans he had for him and Sara. "...Master?! Master!?" "...Huh!? Yeah, what?" "What are your plans for us today Master?" She inquired. "Well MY plans are to relax and watch you do all my chores." The thought of doing chores didn't excite Sara at all. She did, for a second, think that this was Eric's way of getting out of doing them. She mulled over the remaining chores in her head while she washed the dishes. The action of scrubbing a dish made her tits jiggle, normally contained by a bra or a shirt, they were now free. And she could feel incestuous eyes all over them. "Mmmmmm I love these!" Eric said as he scooped her tits in his hand. Standing behind her he pressed his weight into her. Sara had to brace herself on the sink. "Umph. Does Master want to fuck his mommy over the sink?" "Sounds inviting, but we have more pressing matters." Eric released his grip on his mother's tits. "Go shower." He then gave Sara's butt a light slap. "As you wish Master." Eric followed Sara to the bedroom and began going through her drawers for an outfit. As she walked into the bathroom she tried to get a peek of what he was doing. Of course Eric already knew what he was going to pick out, he was just stalling. Sara took off her stockings and collar, then stepped into the shower. She soaped up her body to wash off the sweat they built up on it the night before. Rubbing her poof, with her fragrant soap all over her body. She spent considerable amount of time between her legs, dropping the poof and letting her fingers dance over her clit. "What's taking so long?!" Eric yelled. "I'm...uhh...shaving." Sara stopped her playtime and continued what she was supposed to be doing. Shaving. After she finished she dried off and presented herself for inspection. She saw laid out on the bed her outfit for the day, most of it was from the few items she had from Agent Provocateur, the Denver garter belt and the matching Denver bra. Both black and very see through lace. Black nylon stockings with a seam running down the back. Next she recognized a pair of mesh panties, she knew they were her sons favorite. To finish off this outfit was a pair of black 5 inch (12.7cm) pumps with an ankle strap. "This is a very naughty outfit Master. I love it!" Eric dangled the panties in front of his mother. "These first" he said. Eric watched as his mother put on the mesh thong, he watched as she slid it up her legs and as the tiny strip of fabric disappeared between her ass. When she turned around he could see right through the mesh to her bald pussy. "The bra" He said, taking in the sight of his mother doing his bidding. Sara put her arms through the bra straps. "Master, would you fasten the clasp?" Eric grabbed the two ends and carefully attached them. He then watched as his mother delicately reached into each cup and adjust her boob up a bit, then mashed them together and released them. They bounced perfectly. "Now the garter." Sara dropped the garter on the floor and stepped into it. She bent at the waist to pick it up, knowing that her pussy lips would press against the material of her thong and Eric would get an eye full. As she slid the garter up she took care that the straps were not getting tangled. Not needing any further directions as to what was next she grabbed the stockings and sat on the edge of the bed. Sticking one leg out and pointing her toe while she bunched up one of the nylons. Sara carefully pulled on the stocking, lining up the back seam perfectly. She repeated the same process with the other nylon. While still seated she took the heels in hand, pointed her toes and gently slid them on to each of her feet. "Now stand" Eric commanded. Sara stood, waiting for approval. "Something's missing...whore" he hinted. SHIT! She thought, she left the collar in the bathroom. "My collar Master..." She said with her head down "...It's in the bathroom, I'll get it!" As she turned towards the bathroom she got a slap on the ass that stung a bit. "Put it on, I'll be watching TV. Report to me when it's right." He said as he walked out of the room. Sara looked herself over in the full length mirror. She pushed her breasts together and pouted her lips. She grabbed a butt cheek in each hand and squeezed. Still firm, she thought. Sara had played with herself enough, so she grabbed her ring and reported to her Master. "Better sir?" "Much" He said with a smile "I think the dishwasher is full." "Right away Master!" Sara set about unloading the dishwasher. She bent at the waist with her legs spread apart to reach into it. If there were dishes that went high in a cupboard she pretended to have trouble so all the desirable parts would bounce and jiggle. None of this went unnoticed by Eric. "This room could stand to be vacuumed and my coffee could be topped off." "Okay Master!" She said cheerfully. First Sara took her son's cup. "Splash of milk and two sugars?" "Yup." Eric admired his mom's ass as she walked back to the kitchen. Enjoying the sound her heels made on the floor and the subtle swish sound her nylons made as she walked. And she walked with purpose, like a model on a runway. When Sara returned with the coffee she stood in front of him and bent over to give her son a fantastic view of her cleavage. She made her way to the closet to find the vacuum, although the floor was plenty clean she suspected Eric just wanted to watch her walk around. Sara plugged it in and pushed the vacuum over the floor, making sure that at all possible times her backside was presented to her Master. "I think that'll do. The bed needs to be made." "It certainly does Master, I'll take care of it!" After she put the vacuum away she skipped to the bedroom and stripped the bed. While bent over the bed she felt two fingers press lengthwise on her pussy. Instantly sending a small shock throughout her body and making her slightly damp. "Does my Master like what he sees?" She said in a sultry voice "You mean do I like seeing my mother's cunt while she obeys my commands? Yes, I love what I see!" Eric left the room while Sara continued making the bed. After she finished she made her way back to the living room. "On your knees." He commanded her Without a word Sara dropped to her knees between her son's legs and ran her hands on Eric's thighs. "Your panties, give them to me." Sara, while still on her knees, undid the clasps that held her stockings up and pulled her panties off and handed them to her Master. Then fastened her clasps. Sara slid her hands up Eric's leg to play with his dick, she found he was hard already. So she spit in her hand and jerked the tip of his dick under his shorts. "Take it out slut, you know what to do with it." He said while looking her in her eyes. Sara slid Eric's shorts down and wrapped her lips around his dick. She took it deep in her mouth, moaning as she sucked. Bobbing her head up and down as she grabbed his hips for leverage. She licked the shaft from tip to balls then back to the tip. Swallowing it in one move. She looked up at him while his dick was in her mouth, he had her panties around his nose. She reached up, took them and wrapped them around his shaft and jerked him off while sucking the tip of his dick. "Oh shit mom, that's so fucking hot!" Sara just moaned while looking him in the eyes. Eric could hold back his orgasm no longer. "Mom, I'm gonna..." Before he could finish the sentence he unleashed a flood of cum in his mother's mouth. And just like the true whore she was she deep throated him, allowing him to cum directly down her throat. "Mmmmm." Sara licked her lips as she stood up. Eric sat on the couch, out of breath, with his shorts around his ankles and his mother's panties still around his dick. "I'm starving." Eric said while trying to catch his breath. "I'll make you something Master!" Sara bounced away to the kitchen. "Chipotle. I want Chipotle." Sara paused "...okay Master." "You might want to pick up something for dinner at the grocery store." Eric looked at his mom "You might want to get changed too." He laughed In their bedroom Sara undressed as she was instructed, and put on what she thought would please her Master. A white T-shirt, black leggings and flip flops. Eric hadn't finished writing down his order before his mother walked out. Her outfit was almost completely see through, if the light hit it right. Eric had a wicked smile on his face as he handed her his order. She could feel his eyes seeing parts of her that are meant to be covered in public. "What about dinner?" She asked. "I'll let you figure that out." Sara left and headed to the grocery store first. She assumed that she would probably be in heels cooking so she tried to pick something that was quick but filling. Sloppy Joes sound quick and easy, so she made her way down the aisles containing the items she needed. Down each aisle she could feel eyes on her, she heard whispers. Her steps quickened, but with the increase in her pace her tits bounced more. Her ass swayed more. At the checkout she could see the cashier's eyes darting up and down from her crotch to her chest. She knew it was going to be no different at Chipotle, and she was right. It was located next to the campus so there were tons of college students there. As soon as she opened the door she felt all eyes on her. While all this was going on Eric was at home napping on the couch in post orgasmic bliss. Sara got back to her car loving the fact that she went out like this for her son, but wanting to cover up so no one else but her son sees her. As she walked through the door Eric nearly lunged at her for his meal, he sat at the table and began devouring it. Sara watched as she ate what she got for herself while putting away tonight's dinner. Eric finished his meal, quickly, and threw away the wrapper. Then returned to his usual position on the couch joined by his mother. As the hours drew by Sara could feel the urge boil up in her. She was desperate to have an orgasm, so she moved closer to her son. Placing a hand on his leg, rubbing it, getting closer and closer to his dick. Whispering in his ear. "Master, your whore wants to be fucked." With a sly smile "Are you making demands?" "No Master, it's a request. Please fuck me." Sara turned around and presented herself like a dog in heat. "I'm already wet Master, you just have to slide it in." She said while looking at him from between her legs. Eric ran his hands over his mother's ass. In truth he loved her in leggings or yoga pants just as much as stockings and heels. He yanked down the leggings and saw a string of her wetness run from her pussy to the crotch of the legging. He then spread her ass and ran his tongue on her asshole. "Ahh yes Master, that feels so good." As soon as she felt Eric's tongue push into her ass she became even wetter. Eric spent what seemed like an eternity to Sara, licking her ass. "Master please, Fuck ME please!" She begged. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back to him. And in a gruff tone whispered in her ear "You wanna get fucked slut?" "Yes Master!" "You wanna cum?" He said. "Yes Master!" "What did I say?" "You said I can't cum Master." She said dejected. "That's right. That dirty little cunt is for my pleasure, not yours. Do you understand?!" "Yes Master." She said in a quiet voice. Eric pushed her back down on the couch and forced his thumb in her cunt. She let out a loud sigh of pleasure. "Now I want to fuck." "Use me Master." She said cheerfully. "I had plans whore, and you disrupted them." He said with a scowl, but still fingering her. "I'm sorry Master." "You must be punished, slut." "Yes Master, punish your slutty mother." As they made their way back down to the basement Sara felt her excitement grow. Although she was nervous, as she didn't know what punishment he had in store. Once in the basement Sara took her position in the middle of the white sheet. Eric had his hand on the sheet covering the St. Andrews cross and ripped it down. Love or Sex Ch. 06 Another long one, but I think it's worth it. As always, please leave constructive criticism, ideas for future stories, or requests in the comments or email. ***** Barely 24 hours had passed before Sara and Eric were in each other's arms again. Not a moment after she was through the door she kicked off her heels and leapt into Eric's waiting lap. Eric was laying on the couch in just his boxer shorts, watching the video he took over the weekend. He finished editing it during the day and had planned the viewing for when his mother got home. "Ooofff..." He huffed when Sara's weight crashed on him. "Oh, sorry baby." She said in a sweet voice, while kissing him hello. "I've got your first performance all queued up." Eric hit play on the remote. To Sara's surprise it wasn't the first sex scene, it was a slide show of the texts they sent on Friday while she was at work. Along with the two pictures she sent him. "Mmmm I almost forgot about that." Sara said. She had her hand down her son's shorts slowly tugging on his dick. It didn't escape his notice that she was rubbing her nylon clad legs and feet on his, further exciting him. He had his left hand cupping her left butt cheek and gave it a squeeze. Her skirt was already short, but the action of leaping over the back of the couch onto her son hiked it up to the point where it bunched completely around her ass. "God! You have such a beautiful pussy." His remarks were directed towards the screen and the fervor with which she fucked herself with her toy. "Mmmm, I love the next scene." She said. Sara got down on her knees and swung Eric's legs around so she was between them. Wasting no time, as the scene had already started, she swallowed her son's cock. Pressing her nose against his pubic bone. Her fingers raced to her panties and she moved the pink mesh to the side and flicked her clit from side to side. "Mmm, shit that feels good." Eric said while watching his mother blow him on tv and in real life. She looked up into his eyes while she shoved two fingers in her cunt. Slowly she moved her head up and down on Eric's dick. "Jesus mom! Do you want me to cum before the end of the movie?" She removed his dick from her mouth to speak. "Oh fine, you take the fun out of everything." She winked at him and laid on his chest. She positioned herself in such a way that his dick was resting against her labia. "Mmm..." Eric bit his lip "...that sexy school girl outfit looks so hot on you." "You're such a pervert, making your mommy dress up like that..." She rubbed her pussy along the length of his shaft. "...I love it." She could see that he was enjoying the treatment, his eyes had rolled to the back of his head. "What other sexy outfits would you like to see me in?" She didn't stop rubbing her wet pussy along his hard shaft, and now his head was dangerously close to penetrating her. "Oh you know..." He was now matching her slow rhythm and his hands returned to her butt. "...sexy nurse, sexy teacher, sexy librarian, sexy secretary, sexy cop, sexy housewife." Sara reached back and with her index finger guided the head of her sons dick into her wet pussy and was able to slide all the way down on it. They both sucked in a breath of air and reveled in the beautiful taboo sensation. "Shit mom, you're so wet." He didn't bother moving as the wet furnace, that is his mothers pussy, around his cock felt amazing by itself. "And you're so hard." Moving her attention to what was on screen. "I loved how rough you were with me during this scene." Sara could feel Eric's erection throbbing inside her, so she wiggled down on it even more. All he could manage was groan at the sensation of being even deeper in his mother. "I can't take it any more, I have to fuck you!" He exclaimed. Eric stood up and Sara instinctually laid on her back with her legs spread, awaiting her son to enter her. "You dirty boy, you're gonna fuck your momma?" She said as innocently as possible, batting her eyelashes at him. Eric put his hand around her throat and tightened his grip, making his arm muscle bulge. Just seeing that Sara got even more aroused, she grabbed the back of her knees and pulled them up to her chin. With his free hand he positioned his prick at her dripping wet pussy. Just as the head of his dick was inside her he decided to look up. What he noticed was beyond arousing. He saw that she was still in her work clothes. It wasn't just the stockings that turned him on, or the tiny pink panties pulled to the side, or her skirt that was in a bunch around her waist, not the fact that she didn't bother to remove her blouse. It was all of it, but because instead of changing first she leapt into his arms. While noticing all of this he failed to notice that he had already began fucking her. "Yes baby, give it to me." She moaned. Eric's thrusts were punctuated by the sound of their flesh slapping together. He changed from grabbing her by the throat to cradling the back of her neck. This allowed him to pull her into him as he thrust into her. "Fuck yes baby, fuck me harder." She begged. Eric's dick, covered in his mother's juices, glistened by the light from the TV. Shouts and screams filled the air from both parties and from both film and real life. With each thrust he tried to bury himself deeper into her than before. Sara released the grip on her legs and allowed them to return to a more natural position. In doing so she was treated to the sight of her son's body covered in sweat, she watched as a bead ran from his neck and traveled down the valley between his abs. Just as it was about to fall into his belly button it dripped perfectly onto her clit. "Oh Jesus, Fuck Yes! I'm gonna cum." Sara shouted. Eric ran his hands up to her hair, he took hold and pulled. Her head forced back and on the verge of orgasm, her hands dug into the pillows on the couch. The soles of her feet were on Eric's ass adding only slightly more force to each thrust. "Cum on my dick you slut." He commanded. "Yes, yes. More." She cried out for more dirty talk. "Cum on your son's dick you filthy whore." "Yes! Please, more!" Her hands found his waist, and slipped from all the sweat. Eric clenched even harder on her hair. "You love having your cunt pounded by your son, don't you!" "Yes! Yes I do! I love it!" Sara's body twisted and contorted under the influence of ecstasy. Meanwhile Eric held her down at the hips and continued his assault in search of his own orgasm. The search wasn't a long one. "Oh Fuck." He groaned. Sara knew Eric was close. "Don't pull out baby." Eric melted into Sara's embrace, he cried soft grunts into her ear while he filled her with his seed. "That's it baby." She cooed while stroking his hair. Regaining his breath he pushed himself up on his elbows. "Looks like we're going to have to finish that movie later." Sara said with a smile. Eric withdrew himself from Sara, and she quickly cupped her hands over her pussy to prevent the cum from leaking out. While she trotted off to the bathroom to clean up, Eric gathered up her heels and his shorts. He heated up some pasta sauce and made pasta and set the table. While waiting for the pasta to cook he figured it would be better to be at the table fully dressed than in just his boxers. As he was walking into the bedroom Sara was walking out of the bathroom. "Hey there beautiful." He gave her bottom a playful slap. After they were both dressed they plated the pasta and sat down to a lovely family meal. "So what are you going to do while you're off for winter break?" Sara inquired of her son. "Probably lounge around the house all day." He smirked back at her. "I was thinking we could go on vacation?" "Well yea, that would be nice, where did you have in mind?" "I was thinking maybe Christmas in Paris? I have tons of vacation time saved up and they're always pushing me to take time. And I've always wanted to see Paris." "Well I'm sold..." Eric threw up his hands in celebration. "...Paris it is!" In the weeks that led up to their departure bags were packed, then unpacked. A list was made, and the bags were packed according to the list. The tsa website was checked and the bags were unpacked because the toiletry bag violated almost every liquid rule. Sara had gotten the approval for her vacation. Eric took on a few extra shifts at work to have some spending money while abroad. The two were on autopilot, going through their days just to get them out of the way. Then, while laying in bed, just a few days before they were due to depart, Eric said. "In a couple of days I'll be able to kiss you in public, hold your hand. We can be a normal couple." Sara smiled a big smile, kissed him and snuggled close. They quickly drifted off to sleep with dreams of an amazing vacation as a couple. The next morning, while getting ready for work. "You need a tux." "A tux? For what?" He said. "We're going to the most romantic city in the world, you better believe we're going out to eat somewhere classy!" "Oh, I just thought we were going to fuck the whole time." "Smartass." She retorted. "I mean we are, but you're still a smartass." The next day, after his classes were over, Eric headed to the mall to purchase a tux. There was a men's store located there, but as Eric had spent little to no time in the mall he had no idea where it was. Checking the map of the mall that was placed just after the entrance he found it and noticed it was at the opposite end. "Hey mom. at the mall looking for a tux. 4:58pm" While making his way towards the men's store he passed all manner of other types of stores. He counted five different perfume shops, seven women's shoe shops. Three different stores for undergarments, and two that were the same company. He also noted three candle shops and wondered how many different types of candles are there. The food court was almost a detour as the smells coming from them were enticing. Several burger joints, just as many Asian cuisine places, a hand full of sandwich shops and even a vegetarian one. Now wasn't the time for food, he could get that after, he continued on through the maze of stalls, stores and people till he got to the entrance of the men's store. Eric checked his phone for a reply from his mother. "Sara: Okay. Actually I'm on my way. Be there in 25mins." 5:12pm" "Sara: Oh, and check this out. CAM001111.jpg 5:13pm" Eric's eyes grew wide. What he saw was an upskirt picture. He could make out her stocking tops and could see as clear as day she wasn't wearing any panties. And if he wasn't mistaken he could see a glint of the jeweled butt plug. "Sweet baby Jesus that's hot! 5:20pm" She should be here shortly, he thought. He wandered around, touching the material of the different suits, not knowing exactly what he needed. "Hello sir, can I help you find anything?" A man in a nice steel grey suit asked. "Yes, umm, I'm looking for a tux." Eric said kind of nervously. "Okay, well do you know your measurements?" "No." He replied timidly. "Not a problem, step back here and we'll get you measured." While standing with his arms out and a strange man pulling a tape measure all around him Eric spotted his mother walking towards him. "Hi there, how goes it." She said while looking at the salesmen measure up her son. "Hi mom." Eric replied somewhat embarrassed. "So, what's the occasion for the tux?" The salesman asked. "He's got a hot date." Sara tried but couldn't contain her smile. "She must be a special lady to get this dressed up." The salesman looked up at Eric. "Yea. Heh. She's pretty special." Eric said, now blushing. "So I take it mom approves of her?" The salesman looked at Sara through the mirror behind Eric. "Oh yes, mom approves." The salesmen noticed that Sara bit the corner of her lip and raised her eyebrow devilishly at Eric. "So what kind of tux were you thinking?" The salesman asked. "Something traditional, I guess." Eric said as he shrugged his shoulders. The salesmen laughed. "Okay, how about I bring a few things over and you try them on and see what you like?" "I think that's a perfect idea." Sara replied. In no time the salesman returned with three different options to pick from. "Here, take these into the dressing room and try them on." He handed them to Eric and pointed them towards the dressing rooms. Before Eric even had his pants off Sara slid through the curtain. "Need some help?" She whispered. "Huh...wha!?...what are you doing in here?" "I came to give my man a little help." She whispered again, reaching down his boxers. Eric tried to fight her off. "Stop that." As he lightly slapped her hand away. Sara pouted. " Oh so you can fuck me in private but not in public?" Eric looked at her face and gave in without saying a word. Sara smiled and bent at the knees pulling his dick out through the hole in his boxers. Quickly she shoved it into her mouth, it wasn't fully hard but she would make sure to change that. "Oh yes." Eric mouthed the words as he put his hand on the back of his mother's head. He marveled with the way her head bobbed back and forth. And how wet she was able to make it without making too much noise. She clutched his balls and jerked the head of his dick with her free hand. "Oh yes." He mouthed again. He watched as she rubbed his dick on her outstretched tongue, still while fondling his balls and jerking the base of his dick. Without a word she rose up, ass first, spun around and stuck her ass out towards Eric. Putting her hands on either wall for support and spreading her legs as wide as the walls. Eric approached her, lifted her skirt (which confirmed that she indeed had the butt plug in), and slid easily into her. Already wet from wearing the butt plug nearly all day and blowing her son in a dressing room that only had a curtain for a door. "Damn baby, you're so wet." He whispered in her ear. Sara didn't respond, she just pressed harder against the cubicle wall and dipped her back lower. Eric didn't bother to wait for a reply either, he kept thrusting into her, slowly. With his hands on her hips he watched as his dick disappeared in his mother's wet cunt. He tugged gently on the plug and watched as her anus stretched around it, Sara turned her head around and bit her lip seductively at him. "Hows everything going in there?" The salesman asked. Both Sara and Eric froze in terror. "Pretty good, I'm just trying on the last one." Eric said "Okay, let me know if I can get you anything." As soon as he left the two picked up where they left off, it wasn't difficult because they only just stopped moving. Eric resumed sliding his prick into his mother, watching as it glistened in the fluorescent lighting. He squeezed her ass together and pulled it apart, he desperately wanted to slap it. Meanwhile Sara was pushing back against him with each thrust, there was a slight sound of flesh slapping together. Eric had to grab her by the waist to control her motion. Without warning Sara stood up, turned around and returned to her knees. She carefully grabbed Eric's dick and licked her juices off of every inch. She whispered "What do you want Master?" Eric raised an eyebrow. "I'll do whatever you want Master." Again, whispered. Eric got her up and moved her to the small bench that was in the room, spread her legs and handed her his phone. "Record yourself being a dirty whore." Sara positioned the phone against the wall on the bench and set the camera to front facing. She hit record and fingered herself while her son tried on the tuxes. First she started by drawing light circles over her clit. She glanced over at her son and noticed that he was having difficulty stuffing his dick into his boxers. Sara was now leaving a rather large puddle of her wetness on the bench, and the circles on her clit turned into three fingers rubbing furiously. Eric motioned for her to put her fingers inside her. She grabbed the phone and spun around, putting her feet on the floor. Just as she was about to plunge her already wet fingers into her cunt she saw Eric approach her, grab her by the ankles and lift and spread her legs. "Keep them up." He said. "Yes Master." Sara had her legs spread as wide and as high as she could, while having her fingers buried in her pussy. She aimed the camera from her point of view, so she could capture her son in the shot while she fucked herself with her fingers. They got just as wet as her sons dick did, and she thrust in just like he did. Each time she could hear her wetness, she also noticed the bulge in her son's pants and at times he would grab it and give it a tug. Eric took the phone from her and got on his knees mere inches from the action. "Now cum." He commanded. Sara's head went back and she concentrated on fucking herself. No longer having to worry about keeping everything in frame she used her free hand to go back to her clit. Eric licked them so they wouldn't be dry, and not seconds after, she was ready to cum. "May I cum master?" She said in a barely audible voice. He just nodded and she let nature happen. Her fingers swiped quickly over her clit, her other two fingers dug in deep and curled to find her G-spot. As soon as they hit it she flicked it back and forth with the same speed she was using on her clit. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." She mouthed the words "...yes, yes, yes." Sara's knees clamped in preventing her from moving her fingers over her clit, but Eric was able to spread them back just by touching them. Trembling, she spread her legs and removed her hands from her pussy, it was still pulsing and Eric was still recording. Eric chose a tux and brought it out, finding the salesman who helped him. "How quickly can I have this altered?" He asked. "Well, for a price we can have it finished by Friday afternoon." Sara chimed in behind Eric. "Thank you, we'll take it." Looking slightly frazzled. The salesman wrote them up, included the price of expedited tailoring. Sara paid and they were both on their way out the store. With each step she regained more of her composure. She had straightened her skirt out and smoothed out whatever hair was out of place. As they were close to the exit Sara noticed the store she went in to when she indulged in Eric's fetish. "Hey, I want to pop in here real quick." She said while making her way into the store. Eric was conflicted, on one hand he wanted to go in with her and see what she was buying. On the other it would look weird, a son going into a lingerie store with his mother, even more, being interested in what she was getting. He decided he would have to take this loss for the team, and found a bench outside of the store. As a consolation the bench offered an excellent view into the store. He saw Sara move about the store, looking at some panties and other bits of lingerie. The saleswoman who approached her was, admittedly, strikingly beautiful. He couldn't figure out where she was from just by her looks, and wasn't close enough to hear her speak. She was tall, and had the blackest hair he had ever seen, although it could have been because she was the fairest skinned person he'd ever seen. What he saw next amazed him, his mother became flustered talking to the woman. She nervously played with her own hair, and avoided eye contact. After some time of this school girl behavior she picked a few things paid and left the store. "What'd you get?" "Oh just a few pairs of panties." "What about her phone number, did you get that?" He said with a wicked grin. "What! Huh?! I don't even...I went in there to get...Oh I'm not even like that! I mean I'm not into her, or that. I mean women. I'm not into them." Love or Sex Ch. 06 "The lady doth protest too much, methinks." Sara glared at him for a second, but knew the truth. If she had to admit it, if just to herself, she was slightly curious. Not that the sex was bad with her son, just the opposite, it was phenomenal. But there was a part of her that wondered what it was like. The whole ride home she thought about it, about what it would be like. Could she share something like this with Eric? She shared all her other fantasies with him, couldn't hurt to at least have the discussion right? Sara had pulled her car into the driveway and just sat there. Staring at the garage door, more staring into and through the space that the garage occupied. The knock on her window startled her. "You coming in or what?" He said. Sara got out of the car and made her way to their bedroom to change. She seemed to be in a trance, but was preoccupied by the events at the mall. Before she knew it she was finished with dinner. "Did you even taste it?" Eric said in a sarcastic tone. "Huh? Oh yes, it was delicious sweetie, thank you." She got up to put her dish in the sink. "Hey..." He grabbed her arm and sat her back down. "...something is clearly on your mind. What's up?" "Oh nothing, last minute work stuff to handle before we take off." She was lying, but she didn't feel like she could bring up the topic so soon after it happened. She was more embarrassed than anything else. "Okay." He watched her suspiciously. "I'll take care of the dishes." Sara spent the rest of the night in the office, and any time Eric would even make a move towards her direction she would minimize the window she was in and bring up a different one. "I'm going to bed babe, I'll see you in the morning." Knowing something was bothering her he didn't wait for a response, he just made his way off to bed. Sara didn't make it to bed till almost one thirty. Sleep wasn't easy for either of them, they didn't cuddle to fall asleep like they normally did. They both tossed and turned, not able to get any amount of rest. Finally, at around five in the morning Sara spoke. "Baby, are you awake?" "Hmmm? Yea babe, what's up?" He said in a groggy voice. "Can I ask you something?" Eric groaned. "Sure babe, ask away." "Well, you know what happened today at the mall?" "Mmmhmm." He said with his eyes closed. "It got me thinking..." He interrupted her "...listen, I'm sorry I got on your case about that." "Well, thank you, but I wasn't looking for an apology." Eric's eyebrow raised, opening one eye. "My reaction was silly. After all we've shared, and all we've admitted to each other. I should have been able to tell you that I am slightly curious about what it's like." Sara was staring at the ceiling while talking. She had the sheet up to her chin and her sweaty palms gripped it tightly. "So what are you telling me? You want to lez out with the lingerie lady?" There was a subtle tone of bitterness in his voice at the thought of sharing his woman. "No. Baby, not at all. Anything! If anything is even done, I want it to be with you." "I've got to say, I'm not wild about the idea, but if you want to try it we can." "Eric, baby..." She rolled over so that she was in the crook of his arm. "...I'm not even sure I want to, I was just saying that I was curious about it." "Okay babe." He pulled her in close. "I love you." She squeezed him and laid her head on his chest. "Love you too." The next morning very little was said. They were both very tired, and rather anxious. Sara got ready for work as normal, and Eric got ready for class. "I'm off, I'll see you tonight." She said as she kissed him on his head. "Mmmhumph." He said with a mouth full of cereal. "Oh, I'll pick your tux up after work. Love you baby." She closed the door and was off. Eric sat at the table and went over in his head what happened last night. He realized that he was a bit selfish and insensitive. The woman he loves opened up to him about something she was clearly embarrassed about. As the day wore on, slowly, he lamented more and more over his response. "I've got to make this right." He thought to himself. After his classes were done he rushed straight off to a florist. Told them he needed something that says I'm sorry and I love you. The florist had just the thing in mind and would take about a half hour to assemble. While that was being done Eric went to a pharmacy to find a card. He decided not to do the typical grab any card off the shelf and go tactic. He was going for a blank on the inside so he could properly express his own sentiments. Eric found the right card, made his way back to the florist, paid and went home. Dearest Sara, I never meant to embarrass you, the last thing I ever want to do is betray the trust we have. As long as we are exploring together, side by side, I feel confident nothing can phase us. I love you more today than I did yesterday, and I'll love you more tomorrow than I do today. With all my love, Eric Sara arrived home to a scented candle lit, Eric rushed to greet her. "Hey, I got your..." she trailed off as she looked around at the dim light and inhaled the subtle scent of the clean linen candle. Eric took his tux from her and kissed her. "Thank you baby. I've drawn you a bath, why don't you go in and relax." Sara walked back to the bathroom, it was lit with votive candles. The bubbles in the bath were lavender, and as she tested the temperature of the water with her hand, she could feel the fizzing of the bath salts. Sara disrobed and gingerly got in the tub. Not long after, Eric walked into the bathroom carrying a tray. On it was a glass of wine and the card. He kissed her on the forehead, told her to take her time, and closed the door behind him, taking her clothes and leaving her a warmed robe. Sara took a sip of wine, laid it on the side of the tub and opened the card. She shed a single tear and smiled at how loved she felt. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Eric was plating their favorite Greek food from a place they both loved that he picked up prior to getting home. Eric had just set the flowers on the table when Sara walked out. Looking relaxed and holding her glass of wine. "Eric baby..." she set her wine glass down. "...that was such a sweet thing of you to say." She cradled his face in her hands and kissed him. "I'm sorry mom, I never meant to make you feel..." "Shhhhh, baby." She interrupted him. "Everything is okay." They both sat down to dinner, making pleasant small talk about their day. "I forgot to tell you, the name of the hotel we're staying in. Hotel Duquesne Eiffel, the room I booked looks out onto the Eiffel tower, from the bed." She smiled mischievously. "Wow, mom, that sounds expensive." "Well it wasn't cheap, but I think it's worth it." Sleep came surprisingly easy to the two, and the alarm was going off before they knew it. The journey through customs and immigration as well as the flight was typical of airline travel. The food was mediocre, the entertainment was terrible, and the other passengers were either sick or annoying. After getting through customs and retrieving their bags Sara hailed a cab, gave the driver the address and before they knew it they were in front of their hotel. Eric looked up and whistled. "This is a mighty nice place Sara." Sara approached the counter to check in. "Bonjour, vous avez une réservation?" The man behind the counter asked. "Uhhh, oui." Sara said. "Ah, you don't speak French?" The man said in a very thick French accent. "No, sorry." "It is okay, lucky for you I speak English." He said cheerfully. Both Sara and Eric smiled. "And who is the reservation under?" "Winters." In no time they were checked into their room and were escorted to it. Sara tipped the man, closed the door and lunged towards Eric. "Whoa baby!" He said as they both fell onto the bed. "I want you!" She said between each time she kissed a part of his body. "I want you too baby, but I'm stinky and smell like an airplane." "I don't care." She said while lifting his shirt off. "Lets take this to the shower." As he said that he scooped her up and whisked her away. The water wasn't even hot before the two were naked and making out under it. Sara reached behind her to adjust the temperature. They winced when it was too hot, yelped when it was too cold, but continued making out when it was perfect. Sara's hand found Eric's fully grown member, she squeezed and jerked it. Watching as the water cascaded off of it, falling in between them. "I want this inside me." He spun her around and pulled her arms around her back and held them there. Bound by her wrists he pushed on them forcing her tits to press against the glass. Eric pressed his weight, and dick, against her. It slid up, between the cheeks of her ass. "FUCK ME!" She said while bracing herself as best she could. Eric pressed the head of his prick on the lips of Sara's pussy. She wasted no time and pushed back until her son's dick was deep inside her. "AAAHHHH!" They both screamed in unison, from a slight bit of pain but a whole lot of pleasure. The water hit them both on the side and sprinkled out when their bodies came together. "Fuck mommy's pussy!" Sara had her head turned to the side with her tits still pressed against the glass. All Eric could muster was a grunt, he had his eyes trained on watching his prick slide in and out of his mother's slippery cunt. He released his grip on her hands and clutched her waist. "Yes baby. Nice and hard. Mommy needs it hard." Her voice dripped with desire and she tossed her hair back. Eric obliged and pulled her onto him as he thrust into her. "How does it feel baby? Tell momma what it's like." Eric slowed his pace and rested one hand on her ass. "It's so good, I'm so hard, and you're so wet." "Tell me more baby, be dirty." "Your cunt is on fire mom." "Just for you baby. Don't stop, keep talking." Sara matched Eric's slow rhythm. "I love that my mother is my slut..." "...YES!" She shouted, slowly increasing the pace. "I love feeling the parts of you no son should. That your pussy is mine and is always dripping wet. Waiting to be filled by my cock." "It's all yours." Sara mumbled, resting her head on the glass with her eyes closed. "You're my plaything. My toy. My whore." Eric emphasized the whore part. "I am! All yours." Sara's knees were now trembling. "Cum for me you fucking slut!" By this point Eric had resumed his pace from before. Sara's knees buckled and she collapsed to the floor of the shower, moaning and whimpering loudly while her cunt squirted it's warm clear fluid. "Youre not done yet, slut." "Yes Master." She looked up at him and saw him jerking off just inches from her face. She moved forward with her mouth open to taste him. He stopped her with his hand in her hair, he clutched tight. Her natural response was to sit there with her mouth open. Eric's natural response was to put his balls in her mouth while he jerked off in her face. "You dirty little whore, I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face." Just as he said that he pulled his balls from her mouth and shoved his cock right down it. Until he felt his dick bend slightly. Sara gagged in response but quickly adjusted to having his cock forced down her throat. After just a few thrusts Eric pulled out, held her head still and resumed jerking off in her face. "Mmmmm give it to me Master." She stuck her tongue out, waiting to taste her son's cum. With a great grunt Eric fired three thick ropes of his jizz right onto his mother's face, then pushed his cock back into her mouth so she could swallow the remaining still flowing from him. After they took a proper shower, which still consisted of touching, pinching, poking and prodding the sensitive bits of each other's bodies, they dried off and threw on one of the robes that were provided. Next they stood in front of the double French doors, opened them and walked out to the small balcony. What they saw was why Paris is called 'The City of Lights'. "Wow! This IS romantic." Eric said while pulling Sara in even closer to him. She looked up at him and smiled. "I can't wait to fuck you on this balcony looking at the Eiffel tower." "Well what's stopping you big boy." She winked and her hand disappeared under his robe. "For starters, I think I'm hungry. I also think I'm tired. Although I'm not sure of either. What time is it? What day is it!?" Sara laughed and hugged him. "A little jet lagged are we?" She laughed again. "It's about two in the morning, and it's Sunday." Eric tried to comprehend how they had lost a day. Sara could see the wheels in his head turning, and it wasn't that he didn't understand, it's that his jetlagged brain was running on fumes. He fell into bed and passed out seconds after his head hit the pillow. He woke to the sound of utensils on a plate and Sara at the foot of the bed eating while staring out at the Eiffel tower. "What time is it, did I lose another day?" He said while rubbing his face. "No silly, it's noon-ish, same day." She turned around. "Want some?" She stuck out a fork with fresh fruit. Eric opened and chewed it without knowing exactly what it was. "Mmm, delicious." He scrambled to the end of the bed to find that he had his own bowl of fruit. He inhaled it and licked his fingers. "So, what's the plan for today?" Sara had a map in front of her and she had highlighted some areas of interest. "Well I thought we could check out the Champs-Élysées first." "Okay. What's the shawms a-lezay?" Sara laughed at how badly he pronounced it. "No baby..." She pointed to the spelling of it on the map "...Champs-Élysées. And it's a very famous street..." She went on to describe why it's famous and what it means until Eric had a glazed over look on his face. "...It's got high end stores." "Oh. Well you should have said that. Any shops I'd like?" "Oh I can think of one or two." She said, quite flirtatiously. Eric and Sara both got ready and made their way to the street. They looked up the street, then down, then back at each other. "We'll fearless leader, this was your idea, you've got the lead." Eric said in a joking tone. Sara playfully slapped him on his abs then pulled out her phone and pulled up the map app. She was still in range of the hotels Wi-Fi so she found directions. "There's a metro station near by, just a few blocks in that direction." She pointed up the street and they were on their way. While walking to the metro the sudden realization that they were no longer in their home town hit them. Eric's hand found Sara's just as she was reaching for his, walking down the street smiling like goons. While seated on the subway car Eric put his arm around Sara, she nuzzled in close and squeezed his hand. He kissed her on the forehead and whispered in her ear. When they emerged from the metro their heads tilted skywords. The Arc de Triomphe towered above them. The cold December wind blew right through it, Eric pulled Sara close while they marveled at it. Sara gently pushed him in one direction, towards the stores she wanted to check out. While walking they looked like total tourists, but there were plenty of others there too so they mixed in pretty well. They didn't care either, because here they were anonymous. No one knew their secret so they could steal kisses from each other, hold hands, even get in a quick ass grab. They poked their heads in a few stores, just browsing. Sara had noticed a store down the way that was of interest to her. It was a lingerie store that would put many others to shame. As they walked in they were stunned by the sheer amount they had. And not cheap stuff either, all the material was quality, the workmanship was top notch and it had the price tag to match. "I feel like such a perv going into places like this." He said. Sara leaned over and whispered. "You are a perv, you're going to fuck your mother in something from here." She stood in front of a mannequin wearing an interesting corset. It was white, at least the mesh was, and a lot of it was mesh. All the floral lace, and stitching was black, along with the garter straps. It was almost entirely see through, and the only thing that made it a corset was the the boning that made it ridged. "Bonjour, puis-je vous aider?" An attractive saleswoman asked. "Bonjour. Umm, parlez-vous anglais?" Sara replied, slightly red in the face. "Ah, oui. I mean yes. How can I help you?" Her Parisian accent still shining through. "Well I really like this corset, but I'm not sure what color stockings to get with it. Do you have anything with back seams?" "Oh yes certainly, please follow me." Sara seemed to be in a trance from this woman, the way she spoke, her accent and the way she was dressed. Eric was looking over her while his mother was like a schoolgirl around her. The woman was attractive, not very tall, but with the heels she was wearing she was a little taller than Sara. She was wearing some form of nylons, but he couldn't tell as the black skirt wasn't tight enough to make out anything. While she wasn't busty, the dark red button up shirt was just a few buttons shy from being completely open. And whatever she was using to push her tits up and together gave her fantastic cleavage. Her hair was short, jaw length, jet black, cut at an angle and seemed to purposely cover half her face. Her skin was white, and remarkably blemish free. "What do you think hun?" Sara said to him. "Very nice, you should get them." Eric had been paying more attention to the saleswoman. "Perhaps you should try it on, see if your boyfriend likes it." This comment made them both smile. Sara walked towards the dressing rooms, she looked over her shoulder and saw Eric talking to the saleswoman. After a few minutes Sara poked her head from behind the curtain. "Baby, come see!" Eric excused himself from the conversation he was having with the saleswoman. As he walked past the curtain a devilish grin grew on his face. "Whatd'ya think?" "I think..." Eric pulled her in and ran his hands all over. "...that this is sexy as hell!" Sara giggled playfully. "Do you think I should get the panties to match?" "Certainly not." "Okay." She kissed him and their tongues danced across each other's. She could feel his erection through his jeans. "Mmmm I can't wait to have that in me." She thrust her hips to bump his. "Maybe just a taste?" Sara dropped to her knees and practically tore Eric's belt off. She unzipped his pants and grabbed his throbbing erection from it's cloth prison. She took his dick into her mouth, aggressively, as though she had fought hard for it. "Shit Sara, fuck that's good." Sara took her son's prick from her mouth. "Call me mommy." "Yes mommy." Eric grabbed the back of her head and forcefully made her swallow his prick. He flexed it while it was in the back of her throat. She gagged and tried to pull away, but Eric had a tight grip on her head. "I love having my dick in your throat mom, but now I'm gonna fuck your face." Slowly he pulled out until just the head of his dick was between her lips. He could feel her tongue bathing it, and every time she flicked the underside he flinched in pleasure. With a steady rhythm he slid his dick in and out of Sara's mouth, she readily accepted it, letting her tongue lavish her son's cock. They had been in the changing room for quite some time, much longer than it takes to try something on. That didn't bother them though, he had his mother on her knees and his dick in her mouth. She was dressed especially sexy, and had done it for him. "Excuse me. Is everything okay in there. Do you need help with anything else?" The saleswoman was now standing just beyond the curtain. Love or Sex Ch. 06 Eric vacated his dick from Sara's mouth. She cleared her throat and spoke. "Oh no, just fine." They giggled as this was the second time this happened. Sara changed, paid and they were back on their way window shopping. They past store after store, stopping in some, just pointing out cool and interesting things they saw. As time past the amount of bags they had grew, deciding that is was becoming a burden to carry them all they went back to the hotel to drop them off. In the elevator both their stomachs growled, rather loudly. "I could go for some food, how 'bout you?" Sara nodded her head in agreement. They placed the bags in the room and went to the front desk to inquire if there was a small cafe in the area. The man thought for a second and gave them directions to one within walking distance. They found the place and took a seat at one of the outdoor tables. A waiter came by, and took their orders. Although Eric had some trouble with the menu, but the waiter understood most of what he said. They spent a considerable amount of time sitting and chatting about things they would normally. Before they knew it, it was dinner time. "Well seeing that we're still here, wanna just order?" Sara asked Eric. "May as well." They were given a menu each and some time to make their decision. After countless questions like 'What does this mean?' Eric decided on what is basically beef stew, called Boeuf Bourguignonne (Authors note: if you haven't tried this, do. It's amazing). Sara's choice was Poulet Grille au Gingembre, which is grilled ginger chicken, and included a side of wild mushroom risotto. Eric and Sara, again, spent almost all of the night sitting and talking, enjoying the freedom of being out in public. When the bill came it was rather hefty, but they did spend almost half the day at the one cafe, they even became somewhat friendly with their waiter. They both knew what was waiting for them back at the hotel, hot and dirty incestual sex, but they were in no rush to get back there. For once, they got to enjoy what it's like to be a normal couple, and they weren't going to rush anything. They only had a week in the romantic city of lights and they weren't going to spoil it. Ultimately, of course, desire got the best of them and now being able to make out in public only increased the desire for each other. Without rushing, but not dawdling, they made their way back to the hotel. Once in the elevator Eric grabbed Sara, he pulled her in close and stared deep into her eyes. "I love you baby..." He said, not breaking eye contact. "...I love you too, so much..." "...I'm going to fuck you so good." Right after he said those words he kissed her deeply. His right hand wrapped low around her waist and his left went up into her hair to pull her close. The elevator beeped when they arrived at their floor, the door opened and they walked with a brisk pace to their room. With one swipe of the key card they were in and resumed their passionate embrace. They clutched at each other, pulling the other in as close as possible. Their lips were entangled. Sara broke the embrace to speak. "Let me go get changed." "No. I want to watch." Sara, diligently and purposefully, pulled out each item from each bag slowly. Laying them out gently on the couch. While Sara was busy unpacking Eric got up, making sure to not lose sight of her for anything more than a moment. He opened the double French doors and returned to the bed, on his way there he stripped completely of his clothes. He laid in the middle of the bed, completely naked, sporting a semi. He watched as she selected each item of clothing to put on. She chose the corset first, stepping into it. Because it was comprised mostly of mesh it required no zippers or clasps. However, once she got it up she still had to get her tits into it comfortably, and that process was a pleasure to watch. She, of course, knew this so would mash them together and double check, weather it was needed or not. Next were the stockings, while at the store she selected the sheer white ones with a white back seam. Putting them on was something she took pride in, especially when she knew Eric was watching. As always she bunched one up, taking as much care as she could to assure that the seam would line up when she pulled it up. She spread her legs wide when fastening the garter to them, again taking care that they were attached properly. The entire time she was doing this Eric remained in bed, dick stiff as a board and pointing straight up. He watched wide eyed as his mother slid the next of the stockings up her leg. Sara sat delicately on the couch to put on her heels. They were white open toe 10cm (~4in) with an ankle strap. She slid her toe into them and wiggled to get them situated. Eric couldn't help but touch himself watching her adjust the ankle strap. He wanted badly to leap from the bed and ravish her. Though time has proved that waiting for it makes it so much better. Sara stood up and posed with her hands in her hair, bunching it up. "What do you think?" Eric didn't respond, he slowly got off the bed and approached her. With his hand on her hips he pressed his lips against hers. Her response was to tilt her head to one side and part her lips for his tongue. She grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him deeper into the kiss. Eric pushed them towards the French doors and onto the balcony. They continued making out, their hands explored the other. "It's a bit chilly." Eric said. Sara looked down at his erection. "Doesn't seem to bother him." Her hands reached for it and squeezed the tip gently. "Whaddaya say we warm him up." As Sara spun around she placed her hands of the railing. She noticed a few people walking around but none had noticed them. Yet. Eric stepped up behind her, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her to him. His prick laid between her legs, she dripped with excitement right onto it. She grinded gently against him, feeling his head press up on her clit. She reached down and sandwiched it between her hands and soaking cunt. Eric inhaled a shallow breath in response. "Oh..." He stuttered. "...yes." Sara had begun rocking her hips so that her clit was stimulated by more of his shaft. All Eric could do was put his forehead on her neck and mumble how good it felt. With one hand on the railing and the other between her legs she quickened the pace. "I think I'm gonna cum..." She trailed off as her attention was on maintaining the friction of her son's cock on her clit. "Oh yes baby." Her knees started to tremble slightly. "I'm close." She whispered. Her hand was white from clutching at the railing. "Eric, baby. I'm cumming." To try and help Eric thrust forward and back a bit, but Sara needed no help. She screamed out. "Ahhhh!" Forgetting that she was on a balcony in the middle of Paris. "Fuck, fuck FUCK!" She rubbed the tip of Eric's head back and forth over her clit and cried out again. The sound of clapping was heard from the street below. "Bravo! Encore!" "OH SHIT!" Sara said. They both retreated to the room, closing the door, and burst out in laughter. "It WAS a stellar performance." Eric said with a sly smile. "I'll show you a performance!" She shoved him onto the couch and straddled him. Without any hesitation she grabbed his still stiff cock and plunged it deep into her wet pussy. "Ah! Fuck yes!" Eric said quickly, his hands grabbed her hips and initiated a rocking motion. Sara pulled his head into her cleavage and bucked back and forth on his lap. "Gesus ure so wet." Eric's words were muffled by her tits. "Huh?" She pushed his shoulders back and used them for leverage. Rocking harder and harder on her son. "I said...Oh yes that's good...I said Jesus you're so wet." Sara just grunted in response, she dug her nails into his arms and tried to get his dick deeper in her. He sucked his teeth. "Yes, fuck me mom." He slapped her ass to encourage her. "Oh shit baby, I'm gonna cum again." Sara maintained her pace, her nails still clenched in her son's arms. "Oh Fuck..." there was a pause where she held her breath. "...oh fuck..." Another pause. "Yes!" Sara's legs trembled and squeezed Eric, forcing her body up, she squirted her clear fluid over his chest. "YES! FUCK!" She shouted out. She felt his fingers flick across her clit, she was entirely too sensitive so she leapt off him and landed on the floor with her arms stretched out she laid back. Eric stood over her. "We're a long way from done." She sat up and impaled her face on his dick, still slick with her wetness, and took it to the hilt in one move. That made him tremble from pleasure a bit, but he grabbed the back of her head and pulled. Her nose was buried into his pubic region. Her body convulsed as she gagged, but she held strong. It was Eric who gave in, but that was only so he could fuck her face. "Mom, your mouth feels so good." Sara moaned in agreement, and with just the tip of her son's dick in her mouth she nodded up and down. Eric held on to either side of her head and slowly moved his prick in and out. Sara was more aggressive, so she again forced herself down on it. Swallowing his whole length before pulling away and repeating the action. Eric stood by and watched as his mother greedily inhaled his prick. Slurping and kissing and licking, worshipping it like the whore of a mother she is. When his dick wasn't in her mouth she was jerking the saliva soaked tip with her hands. He drank in the moment, and felt like his life could get no better. Without warning he grabbed Sara from under her arms and tossed her onto the bed. He put the back of her knees into the crook of his arm and pinned her legs back. He aimed his cock right at her waiting hole. "You wanna get fucked mom?!" "Oh yes, fuck me baby!" "Not good enough slut!" He grabbed her by the throat and leaned in close. "Make me believe it." Slowly he released his grip on her as he saw she wanted to speak. "I'm sorry Master, fuck your mom's cunt, fuck it nice and hard!" This was all the convincing that Eric needed, he resumed the position he had before and didn't wait to force his throbbing cock into her tight pussy. He threw his head back and moaned a sigh of relief as he entered her. He watched as his dick slid inch by inch into his mother's pussy. He watched as her nylon covered legs pulled him into her, and her heel dug into his butt cheek. He watched yet again as her hands grabbed for the bed sheets and balled them up in her hands. No greater sight could he see than his mother writhing in ecstasy below him. He regained control and pinned her legs back to the position when he started. "Tell me what you want?" He whispered in her ear. "I want my son to fuck me as hard as he can." She whispered back. Eric licked his lips and lightly bit down on his bottom lip. "That's so sexy when you do that." She remarked as her hand grabbed his balls, trying to spur him on. He wasted no more time and began pounding his mother's tight wet pussy. And wet it was, it had already covered his balls in her slick juices and increased the sound they made when they slapped on her ass. "Fuck me baby, you fuck me so good." She stretched her hands up over her head and with each thrust her tits, still contained by the corset, nearly hit her in the chin. Every muscle in Eric's body was flexed, and she watched how they rippled when he moved. She loved to see how his abs contracted, and how the sweat formed and fell down them. She watched as this sexy young man, her son, violated her. Even more, how she, his mother, dressed for him. Just the thought of buying a new piece of lingerie so her son could fuck her in made her wet. Sara was snapped back to reality when her legs were moved from being pinned down to having her heels on either side of her son's head. He folded his arms over her waist and pulled her to the edge of the bed, where he quickened the pace. Quite similar to the speed of a jackhammer. "Oh shit yes!" Her hands clutched at her breasts, squeezing them and mashing them together, pinching the nipple through the fabric. Eric pulled her arms under her tits and crossed them, once again enhancing her already plentiful cleavage. They were in danger of spilling out as they reacted to the pounding. Eric's hands slithered up her back, pressing his weight on her so her arms couldn't move. He grabbed two fist fulls of hair and pulled hard. "AHHHHH!" She screamed. He slammed into her hard, and each time he tried to push in deeper. Not wanting to be gentle he used his grip on her hair to bring her down harder on him. "Fuck me Eric, fuck your mom's pussy." She was on the verge of tears of ecstasy. "Oh my fucking god! I'm gonna cum again!" Eric pressed all his weight down on her just as she began her orgasm. All her muscles seemed to contract at the same time, but the next second they all relaxed. She moaned passionately and loudly without a care if anyone heard. While this was happening Eric never stopped the assault he was putting on her, he grunted deeply, feeling his mother's pussy spasm wildly on his dick. It seemed she got wetter, and it was more sensation than he could handle. So while his mother was still going through her orgasm, his begun. He ground his hip into her, trying to lodge himself deeper inside her. He sprayed jet after jet into her, groaning like a wild animal. After what seemed like a record setting duration for both orgasms the couple regained their composure. "Holy fuck that was hot!" Sara said as she wiped away her hair that was stuck to her face. She let her legs resume a more natural position. "Sure was, but we ain't finished." Eric pulled out and to his mother's surprise he was as hard as he was when they begun. "Eric, baby, I don't know if my pussy can take another pounding." "Oh don't worry, that's not where it's going." He spun her over and got her on all fours. He then spread her ass cheeks, spit right on her asshole, not that it needed any more lube the juices from her pussy had soaked that and the bedsheets below them. The head of his dick pressed on his mother's asshole, and for a second he didn't think he would get it in. He released one of her butt cheeks and grabbed his cock and plunged it deep into her ass. "Ah Fuck!" Her hands beat on the mattress. "Fuck! Eric, honey, your dick is so big. You can't fuck mommy's ass like it's her pussy." "What was that?" He asked. "I said you can't fuc..." just then he pushed hard into her. "Shit! Yes baby! Give it to me!" Sara's fingers found her cum filled pussy and dove in. The sound was very distinctive, much different from squish sound her son's prick made in it. She pounded away at her cunt while her son was pounding at her asshole, drips of cum would drop from her fingers onto the bedspread. Eric's prick stretched his mother's tiny asshole, but it was begging to be fucked Her fingers came in contact with her son's dick through the thin membrane that separated them. Feeling that, Eric was spurred on. He took her by the hips, put both feet on the bed so he was in a crouched position but still standing over her. Lowering nearly all of his weight on her, he allowed his prick to delve deeper into her backside. "Ugh, fuck that's deep." She was doing her best to accommodate the invasion. She felt his hands grip her and keep her stationary, and she knew this meant we would pick up the pace. True to his actions she felt his strong hard cock penetrate her asshole quicker. Eric watched, as best he could, how his mother's asshole clenched perfectly around his shaft. He was now pounding away at it like he was doing to her pussy. "Ah..." She sucked in air through her teeth. "...slow down baby." Opposite to her request he thrust deep hard and fast. "Ahhhh..." She whimpered. And wiggled her feet, causing her heels to fly off and dangle from the ankle strap. "...that hurt so good." Slowly he withdrew his prick from her anal cavity. Watching it pucker as he pulled the head out. Eric climbed down off the bed, Sara spun over and spread her legs for him. He grabbed her ankle and undid the straps, letting the shoes fall to the floor. Sara brought her feet together and pointed them straight up in the air, giving her ass the perfect heart shape. Eric mounted her, but his dick just laid on her pussy. His concern was with her nylon covered feet, he brought them to his nose and inhaled the slightly sweaty aroma. As he inhaled deeply he felt his mother's hands grab his dick and push it back against her asshole. She did notice that he was having a good time with her feet though. So to play along she pointed her toes, much like a ballerina, and rubbed them all over his face and up into his hair. All while still trying to stuff her son's prick back into her ass. "Honey, I don't think I can get it in on my own." She batted her eyelashes at him, while using her hands to spread open her ass cheeks. With a bit of spit in his hands he slid it down his prick and shoved it into her waiting hole. She half moaned and half whimpered in response. "Damn mom, your ass feels so good." He moved his hips into hers with a wave like motion, slowly, enjoying the sensation. "Come here baby." Sara stretched her arms out for an embrace, and Eric did just that. Slowly, but methodically, he humped her. Not pulling out all that much and not forcing himself inwards too hard. "Mmmm, that's it baby, let momma's ass take care of you." Her feet were pressed against his ass, caressing it with her nylon soles. "Oh god I'm close." He mumbled. "Does mommy's big boy want to empty his load in her mouth?" Her words dripped with desire. Eric could only nod yes. "Mmmm, okay baby. I'll tell you what, how 'bout you pound my ass till you're ready to cum, then I'll get on my knees and swallow every drop. How's that sound?" Eric sat up and grabbed her tits, he was already about to burst. He managed to last slightly longer than he expected, slamming into her, moaning loudly as his second orgasm approached. He pulled out and backed up without a word. Sara used her mother's intuition and knew her son was ready to cum, so she got on her knees and swallowed the dick that was just in her ass. As soon as the head of her son's dick hit the back of her throat she felt a warm spray shoot down. True to her word she swallowed every drop. Sara didn't release her son's prick from her mouth when he finished cumming. She pulled and sucked more, trying to get even the smallest possible amount left. "Ah, ah ah..." He tried to recoil but the vacuum she created was tight. "...too sensitive. It's too sensitive." It managed to pop out, and he ran to the bathroom. At least he tried. "Come here, I want that monster back in my mouth." She gave chase, and her son was the target. He hopped on the couch and leapt over the bed, begging her to stop through fits of laughter. "No, it's too sensitive." He rushed to the bathroom but couldn't get a hand on the door to close it in time. She slid in and grabbed the tip of Eric's cock. "Ah, ah ah. No, no no." Sara doubled over in laughter. "Don't like it when someone does it to you, huh, mister." She stuck her tongue out at him. As soon as she turned towards the shower he gave her ass a good slap, one that stung his hand equally as much as her ass. She yelped and turned around, raising her hand to return the blow. Eric dashed from the bathroom, laughing wickedly, dove into the bed and wrapped himself in the blankets like a burrito. Sara was on top of him in no time, struggling to find an opening in the covers. Alas, he was too well protected. "Fine..." She huffed. "...have it your way." Sauntering off towards the bathroom. Slowly undoing the garter straps and taking the stockings off with each step. Once she crossed the threshold of the bathroom she exited the corset and flung it into the room. Love or Sex Ch. 07 This was an idea I got writing my last story but couldn't figure how to incorporate it without it seeming forced. So I decided to make it into its own chapter. It's rather short in comparison to the rest, but that's the purpose. Also, if you don't have a panty fetish that includes masturbation with them move on, this story isn't for you. As always, any questions, comments, ideas please feel free to email or leave a message below. Thanks for reading and enjoy. ***** Several weeks have passed since Eric and Sara returned from their vacation. They settled back into a life of secrecy, back into their routine. Something that now seemed odd and foreign to them, no longer able to be themselves in public. They had slipped up a few times, grabbing for each other, but they felt they played it off rather smoothly. Other than a few minor missteps they had resumed their traditional roles that society expected of them. In view of the public of course, when home they were free to be themselves, and free they were. Sara was working just as hard as ever, she had long since been promoted. As with all promotions the amount of additional work is not equal to the bump in pay. So she found herself working earlier days and later nights just to keep up with the extra workload. The new semester had started for Eric, and the classes were more difficult. He spent more and more time going over notes from his lectures, more attention to the chapters he read, and more time proofreading essays. Not to mention he was in college algebra II, and barely understood what was going on. Both Sara and Eric had buckled down, dedicating nearly all their free time to their respective jobs or studies. This left precious little time for each other, they had managed to make the time on occasion, but in the back of their minds was work yet to be completed. As if this all wasn't enough, the Monday morning Sara walked into work her boss informed her that she has to head down to the Dallas office and interview new hires for the manager position. Her flight left the next day at six in the morning and she had interviews lined up for the whole day and half of the next. She sat at her desk, kicked off her heels and plowed through the day. Answering phone calls and emails as they came, checking in on her team, and attending meetings. In no time it was ten past five, normally she would stay till almost seven, but seeing as she had an early flight she packed up her laptop and headed home. Upon getting home she found her son lounging on the couch with a book in his hands. She cuddled up next to him and huffed as she kicked off her heels. "Long day?" He asked, looking over his book at his mother's head in his lap. She pouted and spoke in a childlike voice. "I have to go to the Dallas office tomorrow till Wednesday afternoon." "That's not too bad. Why do they need you there?" "I have to interview potential managers!" "I thought you got that all sorted out the last time you were down there?" He had now given up trying to finish reading. "I did, but they need a new one." She huffed. "Oh." He said while he stroked her hair and picked up where he left off in his book. Sara laid there in her son's lap for a while, comforted by his hand going through her hair. Until she felt her stomach growl. "Umm..." She started. Before she could finish. "...There's a roast in the oven and it'll be done in twenty minutes or so." He said without even looking away from his book. "You're the best!" She beamed, then trotted off to their bedroom and changed out of her work clothes and packed her bag for the following days. Sara set the table while Eric plated the food, all the while she unloaded about the things that pissed her off about her job. Eric didn't offer any advice, just agreeing with her when he got the chance to speak. He knew she didn't want him to solve her problems, just to listen to her bitch. At the table though, the conversation changed to more pleasant things, not anything specific but things other than general complaining about work/school. After a lovely meal they washed the dishes together, afterwards Sara excused herself. Admitting defeat against a long day, and preparing for the next few that were to come. Eric still had reading to catchup on so he spent the rest of the night doing just that, only retiring to the bedroom when he realized it was long past his bedtime. As he got into bed he assumed his usual position. Pulling his lover closer to him and drifting off to sleep. After what felt like minutes after falling asleep Sara found herself silencing her alarm and prying herself out of the warm cozy bed to get ready for the first of two long days. She showered and moved her things to the living room and Eric didn't budge. The taxi arrived and he was still peacefully asleep, she kissed him on the forehead and whispered her love in his ear. She was already in a cab in Dallas on her way to the office when she received a text from her son. "Eric: You should have woke me before you left :( 8:03am" "Sara: You were sleeping so well I didn't want to disturb you. 8:04am" "Eric: Miss you already :* 8:04am" "Sara: Aww, I miss you too baby. But I left you something in the hamper ;) 8:06am" Eric was still in bed, so he hopped out and lifted the top to the hamper. Sitting on top was a pair of red lacy boy short panties, the very same ones she wore in Paris. He snapped a pic and sent it to her. "Eric: These? CAM13008.jpg 8:08am" "Sara: Those'd be the ones, I had a little bit of fun in them this morning, can you tell? 8:11am" Eric touched them and could feel a slight bit of dampness still on them. "Eric: You must have had more than a bit of fun in them ;) 8:12am" "Sara: Hmmmm, maybe. Wanna do me a naughty favor? 8:12am" It was the morning, so he already had wood, it was made even harder by what he saw. His imagination was stoked even more for what she might be requesting. "Eric: Sure! 8:15am" "Sara: Wrap them around your dick for me? All day? 8:15am" "Eric: Anything for you, mom ;) 8:16am" Eric left them there at the top of the hamper, only to go and shower. After he dried off the first thing he grabbed were his mother's panties, he rubbed them along his shaft and squeezed his dick with them. He adjusted them so that the head of his prick was in the gusset of her panties, he instantly leaked precum and it mixed with her wetness. The lace caressed his balls and felt heavenly. He snapped another pic and sent it off to her. "Eric: How's this? CAM13010.jpg 8:48am" "Sara: Mmmm, you naughty boy. That's where mommas pussy goes. 8:50am" "Eric: It feels so good, but it's gonna be torture having this around my dick all day and not being able to do anything about it. 8:54am" "Sara: We can Skype tonight and I'll make the torture worth it ;) 8:59am" "Eric: You better :P 9:00am" Eric pulled on a baggy pair of jeans, a long t shirt and a big coat to try and cover the surprise hardons he was certain he would get throughout the day. He went through his day, sitting in classes distracted by his mother's panties wrapped around his prick. He felt the lace material caress the skin of his dick as he walked around campus, he was keenly aware of when he had an erection and would do his best to hide it. The end of the day seemed like it would never come, but he felt like he would at any second. In between classes he would send his mother pics of how soaked the gusset of her panties were with his precum. Short videos of him stroking off in the bathroom, his teeth were clenched to keep himself from exploding in them. He had a short shift working at the bookstore, and all he could think of was bending his mother over a stack of boxes in the back room and fucking her till he shot his load in her. When he was certain no one was looking he would give his dick a squeeze and shudder in a taboo ecstasy. Eric had a few minutes before his next class so he went to the campus center to grab a snack, spotting a few people he knew he sat down with them. They all remarked that he looked preoccupied, if they only knew he thought. They all walked to their next classes together, while his friends chatted about typical stuff, his mind was on only one thing. And that one thing was in his mind all through class, obviously he found it difficult to concentrate on the lecture. He did his best to take notes, but every once and a while he would squeeze his legs together to feel his mother's panties. After the class was over he rushed home, he wasn't exactly sure why, it's not like he was going to get relief once he got there. Sara's phone beeped, announcing she had a text message. "Eric: I need help with this CAM13015.jpg 4:47pm" Sara licked her lips at the sight of her delicate panties wrapped around her son's hard dick. "Sara: Just wait a bit longer and I promise you the wait will be worth it. 4:59pm" Eric, fighting every urge to relieve himself, plopped down on the couch and watched tv. For what seemed like hours he sat there mindlessly staring at the tv, in reality it was only forty five minutes. His phone rang and it was his mother! "Hello!" He excitedly shouted into the phone. "Hey babe, you sound eager!" She toyed with him. "Very eager mom, I need you." The sound of desperation was clear in his voice. "Why don't you jump on skype." She hung up the phone and readied her laptop. Eric bolted to his old room, flinging articles of his clothing along the way, by the time he got to his chair all that he had on were his briefs. He impatiently waited as his computer booted up, as soon as he was logged in he started skype and was already calling his mother. She greeted him with a motherly smile mixed with a lover's desire. "Let me see." Was all she said. He pulled his shorts down and his dick sprang free, almost flinging her panties off of it. He adjusted them back so that the head of his dick was resting in the soft gusset. "I'm not going to last long." He said as he very slowly stroked his dick. "Thats okay baby." She said as she laid back in bed, pulled her panties to the side and quickly found her clit. "Talk to me baby, tell me what it was like to have mommas panties around your dick all day." "It was torture, all I could think about was fucking you." He bit his lip and bunched his toes up to keep from cumming right away. "I'll be home tomorrow baby and you can pound my pussy all you like." "I need you now mom! I need to be inside you!" He begged. "You look so hot jerking off with your mother's panties. Tell me how they feel." By this point Sara had worked herself up and was on the verge of climax. "They're so soft, and I've been thinking about you in them all day." His breathing picked up even though he had a slow pace stroking his cock. "Oh my god I'm so close." "Cum for me baby, Cum in mommas panties." She had sunk two fingers into herself and used two others to flick her clit back and forth rapidly. "Oh shit yes!" He shouted. Gripping the shaft of his dick tightly, but still loose enough that he could feel the friction of the material pass over it. His eyes were shut tight as the first jet of cum flooded the gusset that covered his head. It shot out so strong and with such volume that it spurted out of the sides. He bucked his hips up in the air and grunted with each pulse. Sara watched as her panties were drowned in her son's jizz. She felt overcome with lust and allowed herself to be taken by her orgasm. As soon as she saw the second stream of cum flow from from her son's cock she stiffened up while waves of pleasure coursed through her body. By the time she finished Eric was panting, and the lower half of his body was covered in his cum. "Wanna go get cleaned up?" She said to him. "Not really." He said, slightly out of breath, sitting in the chair completely limp. "Shit mom, that was so good." "Anything for my man." She blew a kiss to him then excused herself to change. Eric saw this as a great opportunity to get cleaned up. When they both returned to the computer they talked about their day for a bit then chatted about whatever came up for most of the night. After they said good night Eric made his way to the bedroom, putting the soiled panties back into the hamper, and went to sleep. Eric woke the following day eager for his mother to return. She still had a half day in Dallas and a flight, and he still had three classes to get through. When Sara finally got home she tackled Eric in their bed and they proceeded to fuck all night long. ***** That's it for this chapter. Please tell me what you liked, didn't like in the comments below or by email.