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Jennifer's Surprise

By: JohnOne



My wife, Jennifer, is the most sexually exciting woman on the planet: at least for me. What makes her so wonderful is that there is nothing I cannot tell her, and there is nothing that she cannot tell me. One area in which this freedom is particularly useful is in our sex life. We can each share our own sexual fantasies with the other person. And, for me, it is incredibly exciting to be able to tell – in great, lucid detail – the woman, who is my best friend – all about the things that turn me on. And of course, I think it's impossible for me to hear her tell me of her fantasies without it setting off a prominent, and obvious biological reaction within myself. And, to make things even better, we always look for ways to bring our fantasies into our lovemaking. One such fantasy-become-reality was spanking. She loved being spanked – long and hard – and my penis throbbed with aching hardness whenever I had her naked body over my knee, squirming helplessly. 

About a month ago, after a wonderful two hour session of intense lovemaking my wife and I were lying together naked in bed and snuggling, as we both love to do, and I asked her if there was anything in her fantasies that she hadn't told me about yet. She told me that there was one thing and then preceded to tell me that she often fantasized about having wild, passionate sex with another woman. I immediately got a huge grin on my face and told her that watching her have sex with another woman was also one of my greatest fantasies. Even as her confession brought new life to my previously limp member and spawned yet another round of sexual fulfillment, my mind was already trying to think of a way to bring this latest fantasy to reality. About two weeks later, the opportunity presented itself.

My wife and I are both professors at the local University. I teach physics and she teaches biology. One day I was working in the lab with my assistant, a beautiful blonde graduate student named Stephanie. Stephanie and I had developed not only a good working relationship but also a friendship and we found it very easy to talk to each other. The interesting thing is, that, because of schedule differences, my wife had never met Stephanie even though she knew of her and of my friendship with her because we shared everything with each other. And Stephanie knew how much I loved my wife because I could never resist letting anyone know how wonderful a woman I was married to. Steph and I had been in a silly mood as we made adjustments on the equipment, setting up for an experiment we hoped to run the next day, and had been laughing and joking, when she suddenly looked at me and blurted out, "Why do you have to be so happily married? Do you have any idea how much I would love to fuck your brains out?" She said it seriously but with a smile, and it was natural for me to smile back as I easily replied, "Well, you would have to ask my wife's permission first." 

She laughed. "Oh I can just picture that, 'Hi, Jennifer, you've never met me before but I work with your husband and I was wondering if you would mind terribly if I fucked your husband?'"

Now, to tell the truth, when my wife had first told me about her fantasy I had Stephanie in mind as the one person, whom I actually knew, that I would love to see fuck my wife; but, of course, you generally don't just walk right up to a colleague -- especially one who has never shown any lesbian tendencies, and ask her if she would be willing to have sex with your wife. But then, again, you also don't generally have a beautiful woman friend of yours tell you out of the blue that she would like to fuck you either, so this seemed like the perfect opportunity to take a risk and see what happened.

"Well," I said, "under the right circumstances she might very well grant your requests. How serious are you in seeing if that would be a possibility?"

The look of disbelief on her face was evident, but her desire at a chance to have sex with me, and her curiosity, won out. "What would compel a woman who loves you as much as your wife obviously loves you to let another woman have sex with you?"

"Well, first of all, you need to understand that I can't make any promises about what she will say, but I think if you were willing to do something for us, there is a very strong possibility that she would see fit to reward you."

"And, what would I have to do?" she asked.

"Well," I half stammered, "you would… kind of… have to have sex with her."

Her eyes went wide and her mouth hung half open in surprise as she just looked at me for several seconds. Then she finally spoke, "You're serious, aren't you? You want me to have sex with your wife?"

"Well … yes, I would love to see you have sex with my wife, although I should warn you that, if I know my wife … well let's just say she gets very passionate." I smiled, feeling just a little self conscious about having broached the subject and wondering if this was going to mar the friendship I had developed with Stephanie. "You're not going to hate me now that I've mention this to you are you?"

"Well, I have to admit, I've never seriously thought about doing it with a woman and so this is kind of a shock. As far as hating you, though…" She got a little twinkle in her eye at that point and then finished her sentence: "I guess that depends on how good your wife is."

Friday night my wife and I both had lab classes at the college, but mine ended at 7 and hers ended an hour later, at 8. Normally I would hang around and we would go home together but tonight I had planned the surprise and so I left early taking Stephanie with me. I had told Jennifer that I was planning something when she got home. She knew enough to know that it would involve sex and had let me know repeatedly throughout the day how much she was looking forward to it – whatever "it" was.

When my wife got home there was a note waiting for her when she walked in the door, giving her instructions that she was to follow. Stephanie and I waited in another room. We took our clothes off when we saw my wife's car approaching. Seeing Stephanie naked and anticipating what was to come between her and my wife had me rock hard before I ever got my pants off.

The instructions to my wife told her to set her things aside and immediately take off all her clothes. Then she was to proceed over to the dining room table, which had been pulled out and placed in the middle our large living room. On the table were a blindfold, various spanking instruments and a bell. There was also a blanket folded up over the edge of the table to provide her a measure of comfort. She was to put on the blindfold, insuring that she could not see, position herself over the edge of the table for a spanking and then ring the bell to let me know she was ready. 

While she was doing all this, I was in the bedroom trying to control myself and a very horny Stephanie. Her eyes had locked onto my engorged member the moment I was out of my pants. She already had her hand between her legs providing herself with some anticipatory stimulation. Before I knew what was happening she dropped to her knees in front of me, grabbing my penis and started moving her mouth to engulf it. As difficult as it was to resist the immediate gratification, I grabbed her head and slowly, but firmly, pushed her away. Her bold move had me sweating and breathing heavily already; nevertheless, I managed to gulp out: "Remember the rules: you have to ask my wife first." I had meant it to sound strong and confident with an air of casualness that showed how in control I was. Instead, I think my voice cracked.

She rose to her feet, looking at me with a coy, mischievous smile: her goal having obviously been to unsettle me, she was now showing great delight in her accomplishment.

About then we heard the bell. I signaled for Stephanie to remain quiet and together we walked out to see my naked wife obediently draped over the table waiting to have her picture perfect bottom reddened by a good hard spanking.

Normally I would make her ask for her spanking: the verbiage usually being something like: "Will you please spank me very hard on my bare bottom?" However, normally she wouldn't be blindfolded and I could enjoy the look of mock shame on her face as I looked into her eyes. Besides, I was already over-eager to see her reaction when her true present was revealed; so tonight I skipped the ritual. Instead I walked up behind her and caressed her waiting ass, getting close enough to let the tip of my erection brush against her anus and the lips of her vagina. She let out a soft moan of pleasure. Then I moved away and picked up the paddle. I let it rest a moment against her luscious, inviting bottom, delighting in seeing her instantly tense up in anticipation of the spanking that was about to begin. Then I gave her 10 hard and fast swats, making her squirm and cry out at the sudden, painful assault. I paused, once again caressing her now pinkened ass, letting my fingers brush the wet opening to her vagina. Once again she murmured her pleasure.

At this point I gave the paddle to Stephanie and let her take over, being careful not to make any noise or movement that would betray to my wife that there was anyone else besides the two of us present. I could tell by the look on Steph's face that she was shocked at how hard I had spanked my wife; but, to my delight, when she took up the task, she put everything into it. She rained furious blow after furious blow on Jennifer's sore, red bottom. And the more Jennifer squirmed, cried and begged for mercy, the bigger the grin got on Stephanie's face. She was really getting into this.

After several minutes, she set the paddle down and began tenderly caressing the bottom that she had just so thoroughly blistered. Then she knelt behind my wife, and, after giving me a look that said, "Here goes nothing," she got on her knees behind my wife and began licking her pussy and clit.

Jennifer responded with loud moans, wriggling her ass as if to fuck the tongue that now ministered to her. Before long she spoke, in an earnest, pleading tone, "Please, John, lick my ass hole!"

Stephanie stopped, though she kept her hands on my wife's butt, and looked at me. (I had forgotten to warn her that this was an activity that both my wife and I found tremendously arousing.) Then she mouthed the words to me: "You owe me!" With that she turned and plunged her tongue vigorously between my wife's crack. Then she inserted her fingers into Jennifer's vagina and began finger-fucking her as she continued to delve her tongue into my wife's nether region.

Jennifer's screams of pleasure rose and I could tell she was approaching an orgasm. I grabbed Steph's head and pulled her away from my wife's anus, indicating that I did not want Jennifer to cum yet. Stephanie understood and stood up. With her hands she guided my wife to stand up, and, once standing, to turn around and face her. Gently but firmly she took hold of Jennifer's wrist, holding her hands down to her sides; then being careful to not let her breast touch my wife's and give away the surprise, she leaned in to kiss her passionately, invading my wife's mouth with her tongue. Jennifer's body slumped as if she were melting as she gave herself up to the kiss and moaned loudly. I noticed that Stephanie's breath was ragged, and that she was having a hard time not letting herself let out a moan that would betray her femininity to my unsuspecting wife. Finally, after several minutes of intense French kissing, Stephanie reluctantly broke off the kiss, lifted her hands to my wife's face and removed the blindfold.

The intensity of my wife's reaction was beyond description – not to mention beyond my wildest dreams. For the first few seconds she just stared into Stephanie's beautiful eyes as the reality of who had been kissing her and before that licking her asshole broke through to her stunned, lust-filled consciousness. Then she gave herself up completely to the lust that now so completely consumed her mind and body and attacked. 

With lightning speed she stepped forward and grabbed Stephanie behind her back pressing the other woman's naked flesh into her own and locking her mouth on Stephanie's to resume the impassioned kissing. Amidst the frantic kissing Jennifer was gasping loudly for breath as was Stephanie. Both women were moaning intensely but with a discernible difference: Stephanie's moans were the high pitched sounds of a submissive being overwhelmed by an overpowering aggressor; my wife's, though remaining distinctly and erotically feminine, were almost a growl, as of a ravenous animal filled with bloodlust attacking its prey.

I stood there watching with the biggest, hardest erection I think I have ever had. Not being willing to waste my cum on the floor I had to stop masturbating myself in order not to explode as the reality of what I was watching threatened to overwhelm me: My wife was intent on raping this other woman! And, except for the fact that Stephanie was a willing participant, I could think of no more appropriate word to describe what I was seeing.

My wife grabbed Stephanie's bottom with both of her hands and forcibly pulled her to herself, thrusting her own hips forward in imitation of a man fucking a woman. But it wasn't enough. Still locked together in passionate kissing my wife pushed Stephanie backwards across the room to fall on the sofa. With Stephanie on her back, my wife rolled off of her and grabbed Stephanie between her legs, pressing the palm of her hand forcibly into Stephanie's shaved, swollen mound. At the same time she placed her mouth over Stephanie's right breast and began sucking her nipple. Stephanie responded by spreading her legs wide and thrusting her hips forward into my wife's grasping hand and throwing back her head in the throws of anguished ecstasy. Her own right hand had found its way to my wife's bottom and was now moving around to bury her fingers in my wife's dripping sex. Both women were now finger-fucking each other, my wife's thumb also working to stimulate Stephanie's clit. Jennifer continued to suck Stephanie's nipple. Both women were moaning and thrusting to meet the frantic fucking of the other's fingers. They were obviously on the verge of cumming.

But my wife, still being a woman possessed and moving with impatient speed, apparently had a different picture of how they would share their orgasms for the first time. Pulling her sex-coated fingers out of Stephanie's vagina she took the woman by the shoulders and forced her to sit up. Stephanie let out a loud moan of frustration at the removal of my wife's fingers from her pussy and her thumb from her clit, but nevertheless obediently let Jennifer position her as she willed. 

Pulling Stephanie onto the floor she wordlessly positioned her onto her knees and pressed her shoulders down to indicate that she wished her to have her bottom sticking up in the air. She then moved around behind her, grabbed her ass cheeks, spread them wide and began licking Stephanie's asshole. Stephanie obviously enjoyed the sensation. "Oh God, yes! Lick my asshole the way I licked yours!" she cried out. She thrust her bottom backwards into my wife's mouth willing her tongue to penetrate her anus.

By now, I had carefully and cautiously resumed my own masturbating; moving my hand slowly to keep myself on the verge of orgasm without going over the edge. Seeing my naked wife on her knees with her own bottom prominently displayed as she passionately licked another woman's asshole was getting me so hot I could barely contain the contents that would soon be shooting from my penis. I couldn't decide where to focus my eyes. My wife's bottom sticking out, showing off her wonderful enticing asshole and her equally arousing and wet, swollen vagina as she licked a beautiful blondes asshole? The site of her tongue going in and out of Stephanie's tight back door? The smile of ecstasy on Stephanie's face as she continued to moan, breathing in shallow, gasping breaths as she struggled not to orgasm? The overall site of naked female flesh engaged with naked female flesh with its erotic curves and form? The sites and the sounds together engulfed me creating pleasure on a supernatural order.

After several minutes, Jennifer moved Stephanie onto her back and spread her legs. She then positioned herself so that her head was facing the opposite direction as she placed one leg between Stephanie's legs and moved forward to bring her mound into physical contact with Stephanie's own vagina and clitoris. Then she fucked her with unrestrained abandon. She intended to cum, sex-to-sex with the other woman.

Stephanie could tell that this was the way she would finally culminate her first sexual encounter with this other beautiful woman. She gave up any passiveness that she had had up to this point and fucked back with all the pent up energy of her passion. Both women thrusting and grinding their pelvises together in rapturous heat, their most intimate parts awash with the fluids that oozed out of their own bodies and those same fluids mixing together to coat the inner thighs and swollen mounds from which they sprang, the very mixing and sharing of those bodily fluids filling each with the rapture of intimacy, each feeling the hot aroused flesh of the other against her own flesh and coated with the lubrication of sex itself…

Finally I could remain the spectator for no longer. I stepped forward, cock in hand and, remaining standing, straddled the two woman. With an effort I aimed my penis downward against its own stiffness to direct where my semen would land.

Both women were screaming now without a care for who might hear.

The scent of their sexes wafted up in waves of heat to send me over the precipice of lust and desire. My sexual intoxication was complete and I could hold back no longer. I felt the surge of fluid rushing through my shaft in pulsing explosions of pleasure. I saw my creamy white cum fall on the thighs, belly and sex of the woman I loved beyond description and on the naked flesh of a beautiful friend in heat.

When they felt my sexual excretions raining down upon them the two women cried out and thrust their pussies and clits together allowing their bodies to go into spasms of release. I watched and saw liquid shooting out of both women's pussies as they came. The screams of their orgasms seemed to go on for minutes until finally they subsided and the two women collapsed in satisfied exhaustion.

Though I'm sure it was an effort for her to move, after a few seconds Jennifer moved to face Stephanie and tenderly kissed her on the mouth. She pulled back to look Stephanie in the eye and, after brushing a sweaty lock of hair away from her eyes, tenderly caressed Stephanie's cheek.

"Hi," she said with a smile, "I'm Jennifer."

Jennifer's Surprise



Chapter 1

Jennifer Smith couldn't wait to get home. The assistant sales-director got a phone call from her husband Tim during the day and she'd been feeling giddy ever since. It was a long working day, but Tim's phone call really made her feel better. She loved her husband very much, but in the last couple of years they've had their problems. Without either of them knowing it, they were both feeling dissatisfied with their sex-life, until at one point they had an argument which almost prompted a break-up, and they found out they had both been having the same problem. But ever since that moment they had been happy as can be, giving each other exactly what they unknowingly to their spouse had been craving all along. Taking their sexual frustration out on each other, in the most positive ways. They had two kids, a 19 year old son and a 21 year old daughter. Both of them had been out of the house recently, so with no one but each other around, they had to admit their marriage troubles, but thankfully it had worked out great. They were again having sex as if they just got married.

Their marriage seemed renewed and they started telling each other a number of their sexual fantasies, something which they didn't even do in the beginning, when the sex itself was enough. As if they were getting to know each other all over again, they had been experimenting. And whereas they both became workaholics, now they both couldn't wait to get home again.

So when Jennifer got a call from her husband at 2:32 pm, he told her he had a major surprise for her when she got home, something she would never believe was possible. He had let her on that it was something sexual, and this prompted Jennifer to start thinking about all the things she had been telling Tim lately, all the fantasies she'd had. All of them pretty wild and the kind of things that were not really doable. Did Tim manage to get something worked out to fulfill one of these fantasies? The thought of what it could be had Jennifer creaming in her panties. She tried controlling herself as she was wearing a skirt and the odors of hot, wet cunt would not exactly go unnoticed. At least it was already getting late in the afternoon and Jennifer managed to confine herself to her office pretending to be really busy and telling her co-workers she couldn't be disturbed. 

God, she had to open a window, as the fragrance of her pussy was filling the office and aside from that, she felt the panties were soaked and she could feel the moistness of the material against her butt cheeks that were squashed flat under her weight as she sat on her chair.

Having managed to hold out until 4:45 pm, she finished up in the office and got out. She wished everybody she came across a good day as she hurried to the exit, worried some of them might pick up the scent of a horny woman.

She got in her car in the parking garage and drove home.

Having finally come home, she closed the front door behind her and called out.

”Tim? Are you here?”

A voice from above answered.

”I'll be right down, Jenny.”

With a move unbecoming a lady, Jennifer reached under her skirt and pulled the wet panties from her crotch and out of the crack of her ass. Whatever it was that Tim wanted to surprise her with, it better be soon as she wanted out of these nasty clothes and she really needed to be pounded hard. She'd been gushing for hours now and it had been more than enough.

Tim came walking down the stairs with a grin on his face. He was so glad things were better between him and his wife. He looked her over as she was standing in the hallway and realized he would have been an idiot of humongous proportions had he let her walk out of their marriage. Her perfect shaped body, despite being 39 years old, dressed in a business-woman's outfit. A Grey jacket with white blouse, a grey skirt, wearing light brown stockings underneath and black heels. Her brown hair in a knot with a few long strands hanging loose along her temples in front of her ears. And wearing those librarian type glasses. She was noticeably shifting on her feet.

”Hi baby. How was work?”

”Oh fuck work, Tim. Tell me. What's my surprise?” Jennifer semi-demanded impatiently, again thinking quickly what it could be.

Could it be the food games, could it be he asked two of his black friends to give his wife a good hard fucking, or maybe he planned on filming her as she masturbated and posting it on some internet site. What else could it be, some of those other fantasies were pretty much impossible.

”Patience, patience, my dear,” Tim said. "First I want you to do something for me.”

”What is it?” Jennifer asked. 

”Before I show you your surprise, I want you to put this on.”

Tim reached inside his pockets and pulled out a black piece of cloth.

”I want you to be blindfolded so the surprise will be saved until the very last moment.”

”Oh come on, Tim. Don’t do this to me.”

”Sorry babe. No blindfold no surprise. I don't want you finding out what it is when you can still back out. I took a big chance getting this thing done for you and I want you to commit yourself. After all, you told me one night about this particular fantasy and I managed to make it a reality. I can't have you seeing what it is before hand and wimping out on me. So you'll have to put these on and do exactly as I say.”

Jennifer begrudgingly agreed, knowing Tim would never do anything to hurt her in any way, so she put the blindfold on.

”What now?” Jennifer asked as she stood blinded in the hallway.

”Now you come upstairs with me and we'll take it from there.”

Tim took her by the hand and guided his wife up the stairs and into their bedroom.

”Okay baby, we're here. Remember you have to do exactly as I tell you or it won't work. Do you understand?”

”Yes, I understand,” Jennifer said with short breath, not knowing what or who was in the room with them. She had never been so self-aware yet aroused at the same time. She was pretty sure that if there were someone in the room with them, he, she or they would be able to smell her secretions. And that thought alone made her "secrete" even more profusely.

”Honey,” Tim said as he stood somewhere a few yards away, “why don't you slowly take of your jacket and blouse.”

Without speaking, Jennifer unbuttoned her grey jacket until it came loose and she took them off, letting them drop. She now stood in her blouse. Her breasts seemed larger than life while her chest was heaving and her heart was pounding. No bra could hide the stiffness of her nipples right now, and it couldn't. Jennifer grabbed her blouse in her fingers, and slowly and carefully pulled it out of her skirt. She then slowly unbuttoned the blouse from bottom to top as nothing could be heard in the room but her heavy breathing. 

The last button was undone and the clothing hung loose. The midsection of her white bra was visible as well as the tasty cleavage it caused.

”Mmmm...That's great, hun,” Tim spoke. “Just take the blouse of so I can see your beautiful tits while you're still wearing your bra.”

Jennifer slid off her blouse and let it drop as the jacket before it.

She now stood with her skirt, her stockings, her panties, her heels and her bra. Nipples almost bursting through the material.

”By God, just look at those magnificent tits,” Jennifer heard Tim say. Was he talking to himself, or to someone else?

”They look so goddamn succulent. So supple. Nipples like pacifiers.”

It was silent for just a moment, and then Tim spoke to her again.

”Baby, Why don't you take off that skirt, and kick off those heels while you're at it. No reason to be uncomfortable now.”

Jennifer stepped out of her heels one by one, shoved them out of the way with her stocking-clad feet and then undid her skirt slowly. Her panties were so drenched by now they felt like a second, sticky, moist skin.

And then the skirt dropped at her feet. She knew now that if there was a person or persons present beside her husband, they could now see her in her lingerie. She was now standing blindfolded, in her bra, her soaking panties, a garter belt, and a pair of nylons. No doubt the panties were so wet they must be almost see-through, clinging to her crotch, the slit must be pretty much outlined by the wet material. The mere thought of being exposed like this to a possible third person, a stranger, was having an even more arousing effect on her. If there was somebody, that somebody could not only smell her sex, but see her so intimately, and even more intimately in a few moments.

”Just look at that,” Jennifer heard her husband say.

”Look at that body. Those tits, those legs, just look at that crotch. Those panties are so wet you can clearly see her pubic lips, those fat lips. 

Turn around, honey. Let me see your ass, your panty-clad ass.”

Jennifer turned around slowly, still not knowing what the hell was going to happen. 

”What a fucking hot ass, babe. The way those moist panties are clinging to your succulent ass cheeks. The way that material is partially pulled up in the crack of your ass. Those panties, when you take them off, would be a delicacy in themselves.”

”Take off your bra now, honey. Let me see those gorgeous tits of yours. Those hard, fat fucking nipples.”

Driven to greater lust by her husbands dirty language, Jennifer unclasped her bra, and dropped it, and felt her full breasts fall free, jiggling as they hung loose in their natural position, her nipples feeling as if they would pop off and shoot away.

She decided to become a little pro-active, and responded.

”Is that alright, baby? Can you get a good look at my hot tits now, hun? Do you see how hard and stiff my nipples are for you?”

”Oh fuck yes, baby. I can see alright. Just seeing them almost makes me go blind.”

”You know, Jenny baby. Only one more to go. You know what, don't you?”

”Yes, I do,” Jennifer groaned, trembling on her feet, waiting in anticipation for the revelation of her surprise. “My panties.”

”You’re right, Jenny. Your panties. Your dripping wet panties. Take them off, honey. Peel them off your sticky pussy and show me your cunt. Show me what smells so good, baby. Drag that sodden thing down your legs and show me that nice juicy beaver.”

”You want me to show it to you, baby?” Jennifer responded. “You want me to get rid of these wet panties and show you my cunt? I can't wait to show it to you.”

Jennifer inserted her thumbs into the sides of the waistband, and slowly pushed it down her hips. The crotch stuck to hers until the very last minute, until they finally let loose and the weight of the drenched things made it fall down quicker than it normally would. She stepped out of them and now stood completely naked -bar the stockings- in front of her husband, and who else might be there. Her perfectly shaped tits hung with their nipples pointing straight forward. And her fur-covered snatch, odorous, and tasty looking, was drooling along her inner thighs.

”Just look at that fucking cunt,” Tim spoke. “That juicy, dripping pussy. It looks so tasty, so eatable, so succulent. It looks like you could just dive in and suck for hours and still there would be plenty left.”

”Okay, Jenny. I think its time. I think you can take your blindfold off now and see your surprise. I hope you like it as much as I think you do. You sure told me that time how much you wanted it. Take off that blindfold and see what it is.”

Jennifer took of the blindfold, and the light were taking away her sight momentarily. She pinched her eyes, making them adjust until she could see normally again.

Then she found her surprise.

There was a guy lying on her bed, and it was not her husband. The guy was stark naked, and he was lying on the bed in the kind of pose that Jennifer had confessed to her husband was the one that turned her on the most. 

The naked man was lying back, leaning on his elbows, his legs spread wide.

His balls hung low in the hairy sack, hanging down between his thighs. His thick, powerful looking cock sticking straight up, its purple crown looking wide and fierce and glowing with pre-cum in the light. A full, thick bush of pubic hair at the base, hair that was growing abundantly. 

Jennifer looked up at his face as in some kind of distant reality she felt little streams of her juices rolling down her inner thighs. The naked man had a grin on his face.

And then the naked man spoke:

”Hi mom.”

Chapter 2 

“Remember that night that you confessed to me you had those fantasies about Mark? Well, honey, here is your surprise. You wanted your son, and I’m giving him to you.”

Tim’s words registered in Jennifer’s brain, but they seemed to come from a distance. It all seemed hazy. She had indeed confessed her incestuous desires to Tim one night, and it had turned him on immensely and they fucked like rabbits for the rest of the night.

But of all the fantasies she had, this surely had to be the one she expected least to ever happen. After all, what are the odds of a woman having sexual desires for her son, AND her husband respecting that, AND her son being willing, all at once.

Yet here he was, her son. Lying on her marriage bed, completely naked lying in a position he had to be in because her husband told him it made her mouth water. Conflicting thoughts were going through Jennifer’s mind. He was her son, this wasn’t supposed to happen, at least not out of fantasy; She should get dressed; She should feel ashamed; This was all just a dream.

Yet Jennifer’s perverted alter ego dismissed it all. She knew it was her son lying on her bed, yet that was exactly the reason why she didn’t want to get dressed, and instead of feeling ashamed she felt pure lust. Her juices were running down her thighs even more profusely than before, realizing she was standing naked in front of her son, delectable and pungent. She knew her own son could smell her cunt and she loved that fact. She knew he could look at her twat, see her matted bush and the pink slit in between, and she loved that fact. She was going to be an incestuous mother and fuck the shit out of her own son and she loved that fact. Her own husband was going to be present and would like it, and she loved that fact. Finally, Jennifer could be everything she really wanted to be. The kind of freak she was all along.

”Well, honey. Whatever it is that you feel like doing; go right ahead. After admitting your fantasy about Mark to me I told you how much it would turn me on to just watch you, so that’s what I’m gonna do for the time being.”

Again Jennifer heard what Tim said, but almost as if in a dream. She would thank him for his surprise later.

Jennifer looked at her son’s cock. It had to be at least 8 inches. And it was thicker than her husband’s cock. She made her eyes wander from top to bottom, her gaze going over the shiny purple head, drops of clear fluid running out the little piss-slit, then her gaze went down, down along his shaft, the shaft with a number of veins running through it. Then lower still, she gazed at his nutsack. Two egg sized balls hung low between his legs, the weight of them making the sack hang almost in front of his asshole. A black forest of hair obscuring the rest of his crack. 

Jennifer’s mouth had begun to water, and without even noticing it, her hands were leading their own lives. One hand was squeezing one of her tits, and rolling a stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger, another hand had disappeared between her legs, its fingers rubbing into the pink slit. Rubbing up and down, rubbing the sticky juices into her entire crotch, showing the delectable pink gash to her son as her fingers rubbed upward and the fingertips strummed her clit.

Aside from mouth-watering and playing her body with her hands, Jennifer was also groaning, a low rumble coming from the pit of her throat. Her hips were swaying as she kept ogling the powercock belonging to her own flesh and blood as her husband had silently settled himself into a chair, watching his wife, wondering what she would do first.

Mark was still grinning as his mother seemed to be in a world of her own, playing with her body as she stared at his cock as if hypnotized. He then threw oil on the fire by grabbing his cock in a hand and squeezing it, making the purple head bulge and a stream of pre-cum ooze from his piss-slit, coating the top of his index finger. Slowly he pumped up and down, making his balls jiggle and dance between his thighs, his foreskin playing peek-a-boo with the head of his cock. Jennifer’s fingers were now noisily and sloppily digging in and out of her leaking snatch. The rubbing fingers making the pubic hairs that were still relatively dry rustle, but making slurping and squishing sounds as they invaded her pussy hole. 

”My son,” Jennifer whispered dreamily. “My son is on my bed waiting for ME. And that cock…that gorgeous, big fucking cock is his.”

”That’s right, mom,” Mark told his fingering mother. “I’m waiting for you with this cock. It’s yours to do with as you please whenever you want it. Come take your son, mom. Come to your own flesh and blood and do whatever you want.”

Like a prowling leopard, Jennifer bent over and crawled onto the bed, crawling over her son’s legs until her face was close enough to his cock to smell his musk. She momentarily looked up, looking over the rim of her glasses into her son’s eyes. The look she exchanged with Mark was a mixed one. A look that betrayed not only the lust they were feeling for each other, but also the fact that both of them were aware that they were mother and son, and that that was precisely what caused this lust in the first place. The acts they were about to perform were between a mother and her son, and that’s what was going to make it so hot for them. 

Mark took his sticky hand away, leaving his cock shaft smeared with his pre-cum. Without much pause Jennifer then replaced his hand with hers. Her small, warm hand grabbed the shaft, feeling the stickiness. She felt the warmth of it, the power of it in the palm of her hand. She then pointed it toward her face, and settled her nose against the moist, sticky head of it. Then she inhaled powerfully, smelling the odor of her son’s cock in her very soul. She took it from her nose again, making and breaking small strands of pre-cum that connected his purple crown with the tip of her nose. Jennifer panted and so did Mark, as she then slowly moved her hand up and down in wonder, looking the tool in her hand over, watching it’s actions and movements from the tip to his balls as she slowly jerked him. Watching the balls dance up and down. Watching the piss slit open slightly and closing with each pump, making clear fluids ooze out and coating her index finger.

Feeling the skin of his shaft move up and down over his meat.

She let go for a moment and looked at the juices on her index finger. His pre-cum.

She then looked her son straight in the eye as she stuck out her tongue and dragged it along her finger with a passionately grimacing face, savoring its taste.

”So good,” she slithered.

She then took hold of the cock again and never letting go of her gaze into his eyes, started circling her tongue around the head of his cock, lapping up his pre-cum as it oozed out of his piss hole each time she squeezed his shaft.

Mark felt his mother’s tongue go around and over his sensitive cock-tip as she pumped him, and the tongue-lashing was driving him nuts. Her tongue was tickling him at the same time it was almost hurting him with pleasure. And all the while his thoughts kept repeating the same thing over and over again:




Jennifer's Surprise



“My mother’s tongue is licking my cock. My mother’s tongue is licking my cock.”

Being a true mother, she and her boy thought a lot alike, as she too was repeating the same phrase in her mind: “I’m licking my own son’s cock. I’m licking my own son’s cock.”

Mother and son were reveling in the incestuous deed with ultimate abandon, as Jennifer licked stream after stream of pre-cum from Mark’s purple head and at the same time pumping his dick with a tight grip. She enjoyed his smell as she dipped the tip of her tongue into his piss slit as deep as it would go, mini-fucking his piss slit with the tip of her tongue, using it to spoon out more of her son’s tasty dick liquids.

In the corner, Tim was sitting in a chair, his pants around his ankles, jerking his cock as he watched his wife enjoying their son.

Chapter 3 

As Jennifer’s tongue circled and slithered around the head of her son’s cock, she kept eye contact with him, connecting with her offspring in a place forbidden, a place where the minds of mother and son meet, not in the form of mother-son love, but in the form of pure, depraved, incestuous lust. A place where the boundaries of family vaporize, where the walls of taboo are broken down by a mother who wants nothing more than to fuck her own son and a son who wants to fuck his own mother. A place where even her husband and his father, Tim couldn’t get to.

Jennifer drew back her tongue inside her mouth, gathered a tongue-full of foamy saliva, and then licked around the head of her son’s cock again. The warm spit covered the purple head and ran in warm, sticky cascades down his shaft, until it gathered on the top of her hand. She then used it to smear her son’s entire cock with her drool, using it as lubrication as she continued pumping Mark as she kept licking and tasting his crown.

Jennifer drew back her head slowly, with the only thing connecting her tongue with the head of her son’s cock being a thick, white string of spit and pre-cum. Mark looked at it and his cock twitched in his mother’s hand.

”Oh Christ mom,” he groaned as his eyes rolled up and he laid his head down.

”Mmmm… You like that, don’t you baby? You like it when mommy spits and drools all over your nice hard cock while she jerks you off?” Jennifer lisped.

”I love it, mom. Your mouth feels so good on my dick. So wet and hot. You’ve got a wet and hot sucking mouth and I love it on my cock.”

”I know you do, Mark. How would you like it if I shove that nice, big juicy cock in my mouth and suck you ‘till you cum? Would you like that, SON?”

Jennifer put emphasis on that last word for extra effect as she tried sexing him up with not only her hand and mouth, but with her words as well.

”I would fucking love it, mom. I would love it if you would stick my cock in your mouth and suck me. Please suck my cock, mom. Suck me until I cum in your dirty mouth.”

”Mmmmm… I love it when you talk like that baby. It makes your mom feel really dirty, just how she likes to feel right now. Tell me more. Look right into my eyes and talk dirty to me, honey,” Jennifer oozed as her sticky hand made squishy sounds pumping her son’s hard tool.

”Oh mom. I want you to be a dirty slut for your son and stick my cock in your mouth. Shove my meat in your mouth and suck off your own son. Cover my dick in your saliva, mom. Jerk me off and suck my cock until I squirt your dirty mouth full of my jizz, and then you can drink your son’s cum like a real slut mother. Suck me until I empty my balls down your throat.”

”I’ll do it, baby. I’m gonna suck you and make you empty your balls in my mouth and then I’ll drink it all down. Just like a good slut mother is supposed to do for her son.”

Jennifer shoved her son’s cock into her mouth like a woman starved, and after moving her hand down to squeeze around the base, making his cock seem even harder and larger, she started bobbing her head up and down his dick like a chicken crazed on caffeine. Loud slurping noises filled the room as she had her red lips tightly wrapped around his shaft and forced her mouth up and down, taking him to her throat and back until her lips were just around the ridge of the cock head. As she slurped and sucked, she then also twisted her head from left to right, continuously corkscrewing her mouth over Mark’s cock. Mark drew his knees apart and further up, floundering on the bed under the administrations of his mother’s heated, sucking, slurping mouth. Jennifer used the opportunity to reached her other hand underneath his buttocks and rub her thumb over his anus. Shiny with bubbling spit, Mark’s cock disappeared over and over again into the hot, wet cavity of his mother’s mouth, plunging against her throat, coating her palate and tongue with his pre-cum. In between she took her mouth off his cock, planted her lower lip underneath the ridge of the head, dug her upper lip in the small ridge of his piss hole and sucked tightly on half of his crown as her tongue fluttered against the purple head on the side. Then she resumed the rough, wet and loud pistoning of her mouth over his cock. Mark grabbed his mother’s head with both hands, digging the tips of his fingers into the bun of brown hair on the back of her head. He loved the noises and feeling of her mouth and his dick and the feel of her thumb massaging his asshole. 

The experience made him wild and he felt his cum leaving his balls in surges.

”Mom, I’m going to cum. I can’t hold back any longer. I have to shoot.”

”Hmmm... Hmmm...” Jennifer moaned around the hardening dick, letting her son know she was ready for it. 

As if stuck with a knife, Mark screamed out. His mother had stuck her thumb all the way up his ass in one plunge and Jennifer opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as far as possible as she jerked her son to orgasm. She fingered his butt and pumped his cock as long ropes of white cum blasted into her mouth and across her tongue. Cumming as he’d never come before, he offloaded the juice from his balls into his mother’s mouth. His own mother’s mouth. No matter how many times he told himself, it still seemed a dream.

Jennifer on the other hand, even though she felt as if dreaming, reveled in feeling her son’s spunk splashing against her tongue, and feeling it blast with power against the roof of her mouth. She would never have imagined she would be taking her own son’s jizz into her mouth and having her thumb up his butt. She was going to have to thank her husband later by giving him the fuck of all fucks later tonight. 

But for now, she wanted to experience all of this. Tasting her son’s cum, and feeling it slide down her throat.

After Mark had shot all of his cock juice into his mother’s mouth, Jennifer gathered it inside her mouth, made it splash around inside and after enjoying the taste of his spunk, let the sticky juices slide down her throat. 

”Mmm... Your cum tastes so fucking good baby,” Jennifer told her son, after which she licked his softening cock clean, licking her sticky fingers clean and finally pulling her thumb from his ass.

As Mark puffed, Jennifer looked her son over. Laying flat on his back, his legs spread out, his reddish cock still relatively large, but soft laying on top of his nut sack with its empty balls. 

”I’m sorry mom,” Mark said surprisingly in between puffs.

”Why are you sorry, Mark?”

”That I came so soon. I couldn’t help it. You sucked me so good. And the fact that you’re my mother and I’d always fantasized about fucking you, I just couldn’t hold out.”

”Well, Mark, just because you emptied your balls doesn’t mean we’re done by a long shot. As a matter of fact, I pretty sure you still have an appetite and that’s good for me.”

Mark got up a bit, leaning on his elbows. “What do you mean?”

Jennifer moved her body around, so she was lying on her back. She spread her stocking clad legs wide and up, bent at the knees. She reached her arms down, making the tits squash against each other and the nipples bulge. Her hands down, her fingers moved through her thick brown bush, until with the tips of her fingers, she spread her labia wide open, and she showed a tasty looking, pink, juicy gash to her son. And underneath her wrinkled, brown asshole was twitching.

”I know what your cock tastes like and you came in my mouth,” Jennifer told her son with a smile on her face and she rubbed her fingers up and down her crotch.

”Now its time for you to know what mommy’s cunt tastes like and for me to cum in your mouth.”

”That’s why I told you your appetite is good for me, baby. Come over her and eat me out.”

”Come and eat mommy’s cunt, baby.”

Chapter 4 

Mark’s balls may have been drained for now, but they were already stirring as he looked at his mother lying on the bed. She was looking right at him with her brown eyes through those librarian’s glasses. That mousy look gave her natural good looks something wildly erotic to him, aside from her body and position of course. Jennifer, mousy or not, was lying on the bed looking like a wanton slut, just the way she wanted to be, and with the people she wanted to be a slut with. Her son was waiting for her, and her husband was sitting in the chair whacking his meat.

The mother of two supported her upper body on her elbows, her tits gleaming in the light, and her legs were spread and lifted, bent at the knees. Jennifer had a perverted “fuck your mother” look on her smiling face as she exposed her hairy cunt with its pink, sopping wet slit to her own son.

”Don’t just look at it, as much as I like it. Come and taste it, honey. Stick your tongue in mother’s cunt and eat me out,” Jennifer oozed like an anticipative whore.

Mark smelled his mother’s cunt from feet away. No surprise there since she’d been funking up the air where she went since she received that phone call this afternoon. But it was even more pungent now. He moved forward, and laid a warm hand on each of his mother’s inner thighs, pushing them apart even further. The movement caused Jennifer’s labia to spread simultaneously and her pink gash widened itself, leaking little streams of mommy cunt juice into the crack of her ass, and running over her pucker. The little pink clit stick its beautiful head, and the pubic hair directly around her slit was matted against her skin. It looked so funky and tasty to Mark he could no longer control himself.

He was going to taste the forbidden place of his own mother.

Mark dove forward with his face, buried his face in her sticky crotch and rotated it into her dripping wet cunt. He wanted his mother’s juices everywhere; all over his face. Jennifer moaned and giggled at the same time as her son made his face wet with her fuck juice. He reveled in the smell and the feel of the warm sticky wetness on his face and then he licked everywhere. The taste of his mother’s juices attacked his taste buds as his tongue investigated the taste and feel of every place of her snatch. The bush of pubic hair, the clit, the thick outer lips, the labia, the pink slit, even her asshole. He wanted to taste it all and know what it felt like under his tongue.

Jennifer curled her toes and bit her lower lip as she felt her son’s tongue on all her secret, forbidden places. Places that any “normal” mother would spend her life hiding from her children. She enjoyed it all. She enjoyed his hot breath washing over her privates, his tongue and lips on her clit, dipping into her slit, and even her son’s tongue delving momentarily into her ass crack. It was so deliciously nasty and depraved and she loved every minute of it. 

”Oh shit, baby. You make your mother feel so fucking hot. Lick it. Taste it. Lick and taste your mother’s hot wet cunt.”

Mark was tasting it from the moment his tongue had touched her crotch. He put his index fingers on her labia and spread her cunt wide open, exposing her pink gash more with its contracting pussy guts. It looked like a rose and Mark teased it with his tongue, then started dragging the flat of his tongue through her tasty gash, from asshole to clit, over and over again, slurping Jennifer’s waterfall of cuntal syrup out and going back for more.

”Oh Fuck. Jesus Christ. That’s it, son. Lick my cunt. Lick your mother’s hot cunt. Lick my slit, taste my hot juices. Make me cum on your hot tongue. Make my pussy cum all over your face, baby.”

Tim had left his chair and was now on his knees at the foot of the bed, where Jennifer’s head was resting. He was pawing at her fleshy tits and whispered nasty words into her ear.

”Do you like my surprise, baby? Do you like that your son, our son, is eating you out?”

”Fuck yeah,” Jennifer sighed in response. ”I fucking love it. It’s the best surprise you could have ever given me. Out of all the things you could have surprised me with, you gave me this one. I love it. My son is between my legs and eating me out. Tasting my juices. Tasting his own mother’s cunt. He’s so good, Tim. His tongue is so good on my fuckslit.”

”Put your thighs on his shoulders, baby. Put your thighs on his shoulders and hump your cunt in his face. Fuck your son’s mouth with your twat, baby. Feed him your fuck juices.”

Jennifer didn’t have to be told twice. She put her legs over his shoulders and locked them around his upper back. Then she started humping her son’s face, forcing her own drooling pussy tighter against his face, her slit tighter against his mouth and tongue. 

Tim from his position enjoyed the view. He saw two beautiful tits, and further away he saw a big brown bush of pubic hair and his son’s face behind it like a sun setting from the horizon. His nose buried in his mother’s triangle of fur. 

”Oh... Oh... Fuck,” Jennifer whimpered as she continued fucking Mark’s face with her loins. 

She humped up at him, lifting her ass from the bed to do so, using her legs on his back as a platform. She rotated her pelvis, rotating her juicy cunt into Mark’s face as he dipped his tongue into her opening.

”Oh yes, baby. Stick it in. Stick your tongue in my hole. Tongue-fuck me baby. Tongue-fuck your mother’s cunt. Fuck my cunt with your fucking tongue. Stick it in all the way.”

Driven on by his mother’s increasingly lewd choice of words, Mark forced his tongue into her tight, sucking pussy opening. Her cunt muscles sucked and pulled on his tongue as he drove it deeper and deeper into her pussy guts with each thrust. He bobbed his head and mashed his mouth between her cunt lips time and again, until he couldn’t get his tongue inside any further. This way he fucked his mother in the cunt for a while as she continued humping her crotch at his bobbing head. It made for a really hot and somewhat violent pussy eating.

As Mark’s tongue drew back he drew back strands of sticky pussy juices with it, which lowered between the two points of his tongue and her cunt like a thread of glue and then broke, before Mark thrust his tongue back into his mother’s snatch again. Within a matter of short time chin and neck were a sticky mess as were Jennifer’s ass cheeks and the mattress underneath. Mark then fused his mouth between her lips as hard and deep as he could and started slurping and sucking into her gash, sucking the fluids right out of her cunt. With muffled suction noises he feasted on the odorous beaver as Jennifer held her ass in the air and her crotched tightly squashed against his face.

”Aaaahhhhhhh,” she squealed in passion as she was being savagely sucked out.

”My clit, baby. Suck my clit. I want to cum in your face. Please, baby. Suck my clit and make me cum in your mouth. Make your mother cum in your fucking mouth.”

Mark drew his mouth from her slit, his mouth, cheeks and chin completely wet with his mother’s fragrant juices. He looked into her glassed eyes and started lapping at her pink clit with the tip of his tongue as Jennifer’s lower body convulsed with each touch.

”I will, mom,” Mark said as he looked her in the eye. ”I’ll suck your clit and I’ll keep sucking it until you cum in my mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want you to cum harder than you’ve ever cum, right in my face, right in my mouth.”

”I will. I will. Just do it, baby. Just take my clit in your mouth and suck it.”

Mark laid his lips over her little man-in-the-boat and started sucking it. He sucked on the little nub as inside his mouth his tongue kept toying with it. The tip of his tongue lapped at it, while his lips were sucking the clit hood inside his mouth. Then he let it go, before sucking it inside again. Time and time again. Sucking the clit hood inside and letting it wetly slip out again, while his tongue lapped at her clit. Mark slurped and licked and Jennifer’s body was shaking, her ass never touched the mattress again. She used the strength of her legs on her son’s back to keep her ass lifted and her cunt at his mouth and humped as he sucked.

”Ohh shittttttt,” Jennifer growled from the back of her throat with an animal like voice. ”Suck meeeeeeeee. I’m... I’m gonna cummmmm... Mark... Your mother... I’m gonna cum right in your fucking mouth. I’m gonna cum, baby. *slurp* Aaaahh... Here I cuuuuummmmm.”

Jennifer’s body stiffened and her cunt bashed hard into her son’s mouth. He knew why. So he sucked her clit into his mouth and kept it there as he licked away at it inside his mouth. He felt his chin getting wetter and realized his mother was cumming, her juices forcefully running out of her gash and coating everything along the way. His chin got washed as did the crack of her ass, and her juices were streaming down her tightly squeezed butt cheeks, until they were dripping down to the mattress. 

Jennifer made a lot of noise, but nothing was coherent anymore, and she let go of her secretions for a while until finally her ass lowered and stickily rested on the bed again.

She had her eyes closed and her arms around her husband’s neck as she panted.

Meanwhile Mark licked the wetness of her juices from her gash as her loins spasmed and the slit quivered around his tongue. He licked her juices from the cheeks of her ass and after he was done, he got on top of Jennifer and after she had opened her eyes and found herself staring into the eyes of her son, they kissed. 

They shared a passionate lip-locked tongue kiss to taste each other’s mouths, breathing into it and connected again in that place where a mother was not supposed to ever find her own son.

And they knew they were far from done for the night…



Jennifer's Surprise Pt. 02



Note: Part 1 consisted of the first four chapters. Those of you who have not read those, might want to do so before reading the following, 5th chapter.

Chapter 5

"I want you to fuck me."

Mark lifted his sticky face from his mother's loins and looked at her, seeing her look back at him, the lustful stare of her brown eyes piercing his.

Jennifer wanted to make sure her son knew what she had said, so she curled her upper lip in such a manner that her grimace betrayed how nasty the thoughts made her feel and how nasty she wanted Mark to see her be. She curled her upper lip as she rasped the words again while looking her son right in the eyes.

"I want you to fuck me, Mark. I want to you to fuck the shit outta me."

Jennifer felt a forceful shiver running through her chest as she spoke the words while rubbing one of her stocking clad feet along his lower back. Tim was playing with her tits and sucking her earlobes as she made her point to her son.

Mark climbed up his mother's body as his father retreated and then sat back in his chair, waiting for the next spectacle. Jennifer felt her son's flaccid cock scrape along her legs as he climbed further up until his face was aligned with hers. His hard chest squashed her soft pillowy breasts, and his eyes locked on hers like a missile. Mother and son connected by soul and lust as they tried whipping each other further and further into that place where being mother and son actually added tenfold to fucking like animals.

"Tell me again, mom. Tell me again want you want," Mark said softly.

Jennifer grinned and gave Mark what he wanted: "Fuck me! Fuck your hot slut mother! Stick that fat fucking cock in my nasty cunt and pound the piss out of it. I want to feel your dick rape my twat and your balls slap my ass. Do it, son. Shove that delicious meat up your whore-mom."

Mark's cock had turned hard as a rock again and he was already dripping pre-cum all over his mother's sodden snatch. His mother's words drove him crazy and he wanted to give her what she craved. So he grabbed his mother's legs under the knees and forced them up. Jennifer reached low and with one hand opened her pink gash wide and with another grabbed her son's cock and put it in place.

"Do it," Jennifer begged and Mark shoved hard, shoving home. His cock was enveloped by hot, moist velvet as his rod sank into his mother's depths. Jennifer groaned as she felt her son return to his birthplace. His cock drove deeper and deeper until his pubic bush was joined and entwined with the brown sodden bush of his mother. The root of his dick was enclosed by Jennifer's tight vice-like pussy and his nut sack pressed flat against her bunghole.

"I'm in, mom. I'm all the way in. My cock is all the way up you cunt."

"Oh shittt. Mark baby. I can feel it. I can feel your cock so deep. Please do it, son. Please fuck me hard. Fuck my cunt as hard as you can. Fuck the piss out of my cunt and make me cum all over your fucking cock."

Jennifer reached her arms around her son's shoulders and dug her heels into her son's ass. Mark felt the nylon scrape against the skin of his ass cheeks as he withdrew his schlong from the wet, searing depths of his mom's boiling snatch, and then pounded his cock back in to the root in one hard movement. The force made his mother gasp and squeal. Again he withdrew and powered back in. The slapping sound of his pelvis against that of his mother filled the room, his balls bashed against the sweaty crack of her ass.

"YESSSS. YESSS...," Jennifer screamed as her son pistoned into her hot sodden cunt with pure violence. She squeezed her pussy muscles around his shaft and milked him as he withdrew and drove back in, leaving more and more white froth as a ring around his veiny pole. Her fingertips dug into the flesh of his shoulders, her hot breath blew into his face, her thighs clamped around his hips and her nylon-clad heels bore down into his buttocks. Mark drew his ass back and his cock with it, and pounded back, little specks of sweat and cunt juice flying from their pounding crotches.

Mark held his mother's face in his hands as he looked through her glasses into her squinted eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, spittle collecting in the corners of her mouth.

Mark placed a few strands of brown hair behind her ears and locked his lips onto and around the full, wet lips of his mother. He felt her hot breath rush into his mouth, and their tongues started playing. As his mother's glasses got caught between their faces, their mouths devoured each other, their tongue wrestling savagely and mother and son tasted each other's oral fluids. Taking turns they sucked each other's tongues into their mouths and groaned heavily as they licked, sucked and bit each other's lips while their sweaty, hot cock and cunt were respectively fucking and sucking. The abundant juices made Mark's cock squish and they were coating his balls. Mark withdrew his face from his mother's and a few thin strands of spit were connected between their lips, until the distance made them break. Their lips and the corners of their mouths were wet as Mark kept humping his mom and the force of each thrust made the air rush from their lungs, escaping their mouths in pants.

"Ohh God you f..f..fuck me s..s..so g..good," Jennifer groaned as she laid her head back and took the slow but hard pounding her son was giving her.

Her heels left her son's ass and suspended in midair as she spread her legs a bit wider. Mark withdrew his cock for a moment and started rubbing the length of his shaft along his mother's squishy slit. Up and down, rubbing the underside of his cock over her knotted clit, shoving his cockhead through her dripping wet bush, making his balls rub over her slit as well. His whole crotch was becoming drenched with his mother's cuntal secretions and he enjoyed that thought. He was becoming so crazed with the thought of his mother's juices everywhere, that he even wetted a finger in her cunt, and then used the warm juice on his finger to coat his asshole as well. 

"Oh Christ, baby. Stop teasing me like that. Stick you cock back in my cunt and fuck me. Just fuck that cunt, son. Please," Jennifer begged as she had lifted her head and looked at her almost evilly grinning son.

"I'm gonna fuck you alright, mom. I'm gonna fuck your hot, wet cunt until it stays loose all by itself," Mark told his mother with a scowl as he dropped on top of his mother, shoved his cock to the root into the searing depths of her cock receptacle, grabbed her warm, soft, quivering butt cheeks into his hands as he reached back, and started lapping away at her mouth. Jennifer lapped back and their tongues were dueling frantically as Mark kneaded his mom's assbuns, pulling and pushing, stretching her crack and pushing her buttocks against each other. Her nipples poked almost painfully into the skin of his chest as they panted into each other's mouths. Meanwhile the young man pounded and pounded at his mother's wanton crotch, banging her needy gash hard and loud. Her toes curled inside the nylon of her stockings and her fingers were digging into the flesh of her son's shoulders and back. Thick drops of vaginal froth oozed into the crack of her ass, pleasurably tickling her butt hole as it passed. 

"I've got a secret to tell you, mom. Deborah (Mark's girlfriend) and I have role-played a little while having sex, and she's not above calling me 'Daddy', if you know what I mean."

"Nasty fucking whore" Jennifer gasped, the air pounded from her lungs by the relentlessly hard pounding her son was giving her. "And did she also play mommy and pretend she was me while you fucked her hot cunt, Mark? Did you two pretend you were sucking and fucking my cunt while you did it? Tell me, did you already imagine what it was like to shove that fat cock up your whore-mom's snatch when you were role playing?"

"Fuck yeah. She pretended to be you and told me to call her mom when she spread her legs for me and told me to eat her out. She even pulled her legs up and told me to eat out her ass pretending it was your ass I was eating out."

"You nasty mother fucker," Jennifer retorted with a lustful grin on her face, "thinking about me while you were drilling your tongue up your girlfriend's butt. And did she suck you off good, Mark? Did she make you feel hot, sucking your dick while you pretended she was me, huh? Did she cover your fat poker with her spit while you were thinking about me?"

"Jesus yes. She did. She slobbered all over my dick while I called her 'mom'. I think she even stuck her middle finger up my asshole while she did it. It was so fucking hot thinking it was your finger that was up my butt, mom."

At this point Jennifer grabbed Mark's ass with both hands, used one hand to pull one buttock away, and started rubbing her son's anus with the fingertips of her other hand.

"Jesus mom. That's it. Rub my pucker while I fuck your nasty mother cunt. I love feeling my own goddamn mother's fingers on my shit hole."

"Well then you're gonna love this, baby, " Jennifer groaned as she stuck her middle and index finger in her mouth to wet them with her spit, and then pushed them into her son's narrow butt hole. 

"OH FUCK", Mark cried out as he felt his mother's fingers sink into his backdoor, with her cunt simultaneously squeezing tightly around his dick.

"Do you like that, baby? Hmmmm? Do you like it when mother fucks your asshole with her fingers while you fuck her wet cunt? Do you like the feeling of having your own nasty mom drilling her fingers into your tight butt?"

"I'm gonna cum if you keep it up." Mark responded.

"Don't hold back for me, baby. I'll fuck your ass real good with my fingers; just cum in your mother's cunt, baby. Empty your delicious balls up my fucking pussy. Shoot your sperm up my snatch, son." 

With her legs wrapped around her son's thighs, Jennifer was swiftly and deeply drilling her fingers into her son's ass, feeling her offspring's sphincter squeeze them tightly. Mark was humping and pumping his groaning, sweating mother. His churning balls pressing flat against the sweaty crack of her ass, he kept shoving his meat up his mom's cunt to the root. 

Tim, meanwhile, was rapidly jerking his cock as he watched the perverted, incestuous spectacle taking place on his marital bed. He knew his wife would love him all the more for giving her the realization of one of her wildest fantasies, one of the few ones they had previously deemed damn near impossible to make real. But he succeeded in doing so anyway. 

And there they were, his wife and his son, fucking the living shit out of each other, no holds barred. 

The image of his wife viciously finger fucking her own son in the butt as he pounded his mother's oozing twat like a jackhammer, was one he would never forget. 

Even so, the idea of immortalizing all this by taking Polaroids or filming it with a video camera was a hot idea, one to remember for a possible next time.

"Motherfucker, I'm cumming," Mark yelled as he felt his balls twitch and pull, as the full, aching feeling of his mother's fingers sliding up and down his shit pipe added to the arousal. 

"Shoot it up me, you nasty motherfucker," Jennifer yelled in her son's face, and licking all over his face like a slut possessed. "Empty those fucking balls up your mother's fucking cunt, you perverted bastard. Gimme a record breaking flooding. Flood my nasty hot cunt with your spunk, baby. Oh Christ I'm cumming toooooooo….."

Mark shoved his meat up his mother's gash to the root and kept it there, tightly squeezing his asshole around her fingers as his cock started spewing his load into her milking, sucking vaginal hole. Jennifer sucked her son's tongue and bottom lip into her mouth and moaned as she felt a hot wave crash over her. She almost pinched her boy's dick off as she felt his warm cum fill her up. She curled her toes and with the first knuckle of her index and middle finger still imbedded in her son's butt, she squeezed the butt flesh with the rest of her hand.

The simultaneous climax of mother and son lasted well over a minute and during that time the voluntarily separate father had also cum, spewing his load all over his chest as he jerked himself to orgasm while watching his wife and son.

And with sounds of fast breathing and moaning, the family trio came down from what would be the best orgasm all three of them had ever had. And it would take over five minutes for any of them to make the first move. Mark's softening dick remained in his mother's quivering, sensitive slit; Jennifer's fingers were still in her son's ass minutes after, and Tim sat back with his softening cock slowly going down until it rested limply against his thigh.

The funk of fuck was unmistakable in the room.

After everything that had already happened, the three of them knew that fulfilling Jennifer's fantasy to spice up the sex life of her and her husband, would have a profound impact on their future as a family. 

They would no longer be like any other family, but they would no longer have it any other way.



Jennifer's Surprise Pt. 03



It had been days since Jennifer got her surprise from Tim, her husband. And what a lovely surprise it was. Jennifer had been called by her husband at work and told to get home as soon as she could, hinting that what was waiting for her was one of her sexual fantasies come true. As Jennifer finished work that day to the best of her abilities, all that went through her mind was what it could be, from the several fantasies she had admitted to having. 

It turned out the be the one fantasy that Jennifer figured to be the least possible, and maybe because of that fact, also the most erotic to her. It was her own 19 year old son Mark that had been lying completely naked on her marital bed, and had been witnessing his mother naughtily strip teasing when she was still blind folded and still had no idea what was happening. 

Normally, Jennifer would have been absolutely shocked at such a sight, and maybe fled from the house in a hysterical outcry. But in reality, she turned out to be hypnotized the moment she saw her own son lying there, completely naked and with a very juicy looking cock ready for action. 

The moment she saw it, she knew her fantasy would indeed come true and she would have no will power to deny herself this treat.

They had sucked, licked and fucked that evening, for hours; and they had said very nasty things to each other. Sexual things; perverted things. They never let go of the fact that they were mother and son but they actually used that information to whip each other up to even higher levels of arousal. And all that while her husband, his father, was watching and jacking off. 

The day after, and the day after that, Jennifer and Mark continued fucking each other silly.

They had fucked in missionary again, and they had also fucked in the doggie style position, in the cowgirl position (Jennifer riding on top facing Mark), the reverse cowgirl position (Jennifer riding on top facing his feet), and they had fucked in the spoon position. They had even fucked while standing, with Mark holding his mother up with his arms underneath her legs and Jennifer holding on to him around the neck like a monkey. Tim had at one point stuffed his cock in Jennifer's mouth as his son was again busy pounding her without mercy.

Today, Mark was yet again fucking Jennifer in doggie style, when a new proposition was made.

As his hips were smashing into his mother's ass, and his rock hard cock was drilling into Jennifer's buttery, dripping cunt like a piston, Mark heard his mother say the words.

"Please Mark. I want you to fuck my ass, baby. Please shove your cock up my butt."

Mark stopped pounding, and for a split second felt a yet not experienced level of perversity course through his body. Fuck his mother in the ass? Not in her cunt, but in her butt? How perverted would that be? Not to just have hot monkey sex with his own mom, but to actually stick his cock in that most intimate of holes. His mother wanted him there, to have him fuck her there.

He looked down at his mother, on hands and knees, sweating. He looked at the juicy, plump, round buttocks pressed against his hips and he looked between her cheeks, at the pucker of his mother's ass. It winked at him.

The brown, wrinkled anus of his mother was winking at him as if inviting him to give it a try. 

Suddenly he knew that he did not just want to fuck it; to stick his cock in it and screw his mother in the butt.

No, his increased interested in it told him he needed to know more about it. He needed to feel it with his fingers, he needed to smell it, maybe even taste it. The idea of fusing his lips to his mother's most intimate hole sent a thunderous shiver down his body, as if struck by 220 Volts of electricity.

"You want me to fuck your ass, mom?"

"Yessss..."

"You want me to stick my cock in that tight butt of yours and drill my fat dick in and out, just like I've been doing to your cunt?"

"Oh God, fuck yesss..."

"Your own son, mom. Are you saying you want your own son, your own flesh and blood, to fuck your asshole? To shove his meat up your shitter and pound it hard?"

"Baby, please..."

"Tell me, mom. Tell me if you're saying that you want your OWN SON, your OWN FLESH AND BLOOD, to fuck your ASSHOLE. That you want your OWN SON to shove his fat dick up your shitter and pound it hard."

Jennifer understood what her son wanted from her; that he wanted her to express as succinct as possible in words what her feelings were. If she could express what she felt, how hot she felt, he wanted her to find the words to use to express it.

"Christ yes. I do. I want my own son to shove his juicy, fat fucking cock up my horny shit hole and to fuck his mother in the ass harder than he's ever fucked anything before."

"Well mom, I don't think you're quite ready for it yet. Your asshole is not quite ready for such a relentless pounding, mom. What do you suppose I could do to prepare it for such a hard pounding; to make sure it will be able to handle it?"

"I don't know what you mean, baby?"

"Oh, but I think you do, mom. I think if you just think about it for a second, you know what I could do to make sure your ass is ready, to make sure it won't get...chafed, or something like that. Something to make it slicker, more slippery. You know what that could be, don't you mom?"

"Maybe...You could..."

"What, mom? I could what? What could I do? Tell me."

"Lick it..." Jennifer groaned and shivered as she said the words, knowing what they meant and how depraved it was.

"Lick what, mom? You'll have to be more specific. What do you want me to lick to make your ass ready?"

"My asshole, Mark. Goddamn it. Yessss... I want you to lick my asshole and make it wet so you can slide your cock in it and fuck me hard. Stick your tongue up your whore-mother's butt and make it slippery."

"If that's what you think is best, mom. If you want your own son to stick his tongue up your ass then that's what I'll have to do."

Mark retreated and his cock came out of his mother's cunt with an audible slurp, her red hot slit hanging open lewdly and a thick drop of pussy juice clinging to her clit, tickling it. Her asshole twitching in anticipation, Jennifer reached back with both hands while resting her upper body on her head and shoulders, and grabbed a meaty buttock in each hand, pulling them wide apart and stretching the humid crack of her ass. She panted into the pillow as she somehow 'felt' her son move into position. She felt it by the draft that his movements caused against her hyper sensitive snatch and the sudden appearance of his hot breath against her crotch area. 

The notion of being so utterly, nastily exposed to her very own son, his face near her naked cunt and ass, made Jennifer's slit quiver. To have the odors of her two most intimate orifices available to her own offspring made her feel deliciously wanton. Her son could do anything he wanted to his own mother's pussy and butt. He could touch them, smell them, taste them, and fuck them. As far as Jennifer was concerned, her pussy and ass belonged to him whenever they were having sex. 

Again a shiver went through her sweating body at the thought of it. 'Her cunt and ass belong to her own son to do with as he pleases,' Jennifer thought over and over again and reveled in the perversity of it. Feeling Mark's hot breath wash over her sensitive and worn out cunt and against the humid crack of her ass made her feel sexual beyond imagination. 

'Stick it in,' was all that went through her mind at one point. 'Stick your tongue up my butt. Stick your tongue up your mother's butt.'

But Mark was in no hurry. He was enjoying the moment for his own pleasure. He smelled his mother's cunt, its rose shaped opening contracting and relaxing and a bead of juice clinging lazily to her pink, swollen clit. He smelled the funky, intoxicating odor of her ass. At the height of passion Mark always understood what dogs found appealing about sniffing ass. 

The wrinkled anus of his mother contracted and relaxed as her pussy opening did simultaneously. As it contracted it pulled the dark, soft skin around her anus to the middle and the sphincter muscles bulged into a pucker. Then it relaxed until the slightest of openings was visible, giving a hint of its pink inside.

Mark smelled and sniffed like a horny dog; he smelled his mother's ass, breathing in the perverse scent of her butt and loving it. On the other end Jennifer bit her lower lip and grabbed hands full of pillow, knowing her son was smelling her down there, taking in the essence coming from her asshole. 

She squeezed her sphincter deliberately, inviting him. Inviting him to do anything he wanted. 

She could lay there and have her son smell her ass for hours, but she hoped he would start touching it soon. It didn't matter to her at that point if he would start touching it with his finger, his tongue or his cock. As long as he would touch it, and make the itch go away; to make her feel hot and whorish for having her son make some kind of skin contact with that nasty hole.

It was right at that moment that Mark gave her what she craved, by firmly planting his wet tongue right on top of her bung. Her head snapped back in a sudden surge of lust as she first felt the wetness and softness of her son's tongue pushing against her sensitive asshole. She clawed into her buttocks as she felt his warm facial cheeks pushing against her own hind cheeks, his hot breath coursing through the valley of her ass cleft, and his slick and slippery tongue circling around her anus. He tasted her now, Jennifer thought. He was actually tasting his own mother's ass. Jennifer sighed and bit into the pillow, pulling at it with her teeth, as she lost herself in passion with this new feeling and perversity. Her toes curled and her asshole snapped, trying to suck at the flat surface of her son's tongue as it lathered out a layer of spit onto Jennifer's pucker.

"Ohhhh....Goddddd..." Jennifer cried hoarsely into the pillow. "Oh baby, that feels so fucking good. Lick my ass, oh fuck."

Jennifer pulled her knees further up underneath her, making her round butt stick out more. She bent her lower back, spread her legs underneath and ground her ass back and up as to open up her crotch area even more to her son, hoping he wouldn't miss any spot. 

Mark was now licking from bottom to top through her butt cleft as if licking an ice cream cone. Starting at her cunt, he dragged the flat of his tongue upward until he ended up near her tailbone, leaving a thick trail of spit in the odorous crack of her ass. Jennifer could feel a cold draft against the wetness between her butt cheeks whenever Mark would momentarily take his face from between her quivering globes. But then she again felt the hotness of his breath and the wet warmth of his tongue washing over her needy anus. 

"Do you like it, mom? Do you like feeling your son's tongue licking your hot juicy ass? Do you like to feel me licking the crack of your ass? Such a nasty woman you are, mom. Pushing your ass back into your son's face, wanting to feel his tongue against your naked butt hole."

"Jesus, Mark. You lick my fucking asshole so good. Please keep doing it. Keep licking your mother's asshole. Taste it, baby. Taste mommy's shit hole. Your tongue feels so fucking hot on my ass."

"Do you want me to fuck it, mom? With my tongue? Do you want me to fuck your asshole with my tongue, mom? Drill my tongue deep into your butt and fuck it hard and fast and deep?"

"Oh fuck, yesss. Fuck my butt with your mouth, baby. With your tongue. Stick that tongue deep in my asshole, honey. Tongue fuck my ass, baby. Please."

"Pull your ass wide apart, mom," Mark ordered his mother. Jennifer did so, and her crack stretched out widely as did her anus which slightly opened up to expose the pink caverns inside. 

Mark pointed his tongue and drilled it into his mother's ass tunnel as deep as it would go, which was not very deep at this point, but deep enough to make Jennifer thrash on the bed as she felt her son's tongue invade her bowels. Accompanied with the squishing sounds of a spit-lubricated tongue forcing itself into a tight anus, Mark speared into his mother's shit pipe again and again, somehow being able to dig deeper and deeper with each thrust, his saliva acting as a guiding lubricant. At one point the retreat of his tongue would come with the sounds of a small plop as the vacuum was broken, and his mother's asshole would gape open and slowly close right until it was stretched out again by a new invasion of his tongue. Mark's face forced itself tightly between Jennifer's warm globes again and again, his nose pressed flatly against the humid crack of her ass, and his tongue would disappear deeper and deeper into his mother's backdoor, which itself was helping by sucking his tongue deeper as it entered. 

"Fuck my fucking asshole with your tongue, Mark," Jennifer screamed. "Butt fuck me with your nasty tongue. Drill it in, baby. Drill it in deep. Eat my juicy fucking ass, honey. Eat out mommy's nasty ass like a good boy. Oh fuckkkk...It's going so deep. Rim me good, baby. Rim your mother good. Can you feel my ass sucking on it, Mark? Can you feel my butt sucking your tongue in?"

Jennifer was beside herself with wanton lust and was spewing the most perverse obscenities she could manage to come up with. The pillow was soaked were her mouth was biting and licking it, and soaking up the drool that was dripping from her mouth as she floundered in her own cesspool of incestuous depravity.

Mark pulled his tongue from her gaping anus and spat into it, the wad of white, foamy spit running into the pink caverns behind her opening.

"You want my tongue in your ass, mom?" Mark asked mysteriously.

"Oh Mark, you know I do. Please stick it back in."

"Why don't you work for it now, mom?" Mark said with a grin on his face. 

"I'm gonna stick my tongue out, and you fuck it by humping my mouth with your ass. Fuck your own ass on my tongue, mom."

"Oh, you're mean, Mark. But I don't care. As long as you stick out your tongue as far as you can, I'll fuck it. If you want I'll hump your face like a real mother slut."

"I'm gonna stick my tongue out, mom. And if you want my tongue up your ass you better work that butt up against my face."

"I will," Jennifer groaned lustfully. "I'll fuck your face with my ass. Just stretch that tongue out as far as possible so I can feel it as deep as possible up my asshole."

As husband and father Tim was jacking off and watching in a chair somewhere in the room where he was usually forgotten by his wife and son as they played out their nasty fantasies, the perverted spectacle became ever transgressive. How could you describe the action of a mother on hands and knees, and naked on her marital bed, moving her body back and forth as fast as she could to fuck her own butt hole on her very own son's stationary, outstretched tongue? It was beyond merely the obscenity of a woman craving an ass rimming by working her own rump back and forth into a man's face. It was also beyond the depravity of a mother having her shitter eaten out by her own son. It was a combination of both which is more than the sum of its parts. A mother, who craves to feel of her very own son's tongue tunneling into her ass pucker so much that she moans as she moves her own ass into her son's steady face just so she can get to feel that pointed tongue spearing into her wanting backdoor. A mother doing all the work to get her son's tongue inside her bowels.

"Oh God, oh God..." Jennifer whined as she bumped her ass into her son's face. Her plump butt cheeks loudly slapped into Mark's cheeks and his spit laden tongue drilled into her tight ass tunnel as Jennifer forced her odorous crack against his mouth. 

"Keep your tongue out, baby. Keep it out far so I can fuck my butt with it. I wanna feel your tongue inside my shitbox so deeply I can't stand it. Can you feel my asshole squeeze your tongue, honey? Can you feel mommy's ass envelop and squeeze around your tongue?"

Mark, having more than he could take, wrapped his arms around his mother's thighs, pulled her ass as tightly into his face as he could, and used all the power his wet tongue could muster up to drill itself as deeply into his mother's anal caverns as it would go. Jennifer humped and rotated her butt against her son's face, and alternately squeezed and relaxed her sphincter muscles around his forcefully invading tongue. Muffled slurping sounds emanated from between Mark's mouth and his mother's invaded, sucking shit hole. 

Mark's tongue came from the gaping, slowly closing asshole with a slights plop and he told his mother to keep her ass stretched open, after which the 19 year old son spat a fat glob of warm spit onto his mother's twitching anus.

With a lustful grimace on her face, Jennifer tightly grabbed a soft butt globe in each hand and stretched her crack and asshole wide open, waiting for what was to come.

And she knew what was to come when she when her son's mushroom shaped cock knob pressing against the wrinkled rim of her asshole.

"OH FUCK, YEAH..." Jennifer screamed partially into her pillow, waiting for her son to invade her asshole with his fat cock.



Jennifer's Surprise Pt. 04



This is the final chapter of "Jennifer's Surprise". Please read all previous chapters for the full story.

Chapter 7

"Fuck my ass," Jennifer Smith was whimpering aloud, breathing and biting into the soft pillow beneath her head. The 39 year old glasses-wearing assistant sales-director, wife, and mother of two was positioned on her marital bed on hands and knees with her perfectly shaped ass in the air. Her husband Tim was sitting in a chair in the corner pumping his own meat, and her 19 year old son Mark was sitting on his knees behind her, about to insert his 8 incher into the only orifice belonging to this mother that he hadn't taken yet.

Mark had been fucking his mother in the presence of his father ever since that day earlier in the week when they had surprised Jennifer with the fulfillment of one of her greatest fantasies. The young man and his mom had been living out their fantasies in the subsequent days while Tim stayed clear for the most part. 

There were short periods during the days that Jennifer thought about how it had come to this. It was not too long ago, after all, that she and her husband barely had what could be called a successful marriage. Their sex life had gotten to be virtually non-existent. 

Was it this fact, perhaps, that initiated Jennifer to start paying attention to the physical development of her son? Was it her need for sexual release, and not getting it from her husband during the past few years, that had made the brunette watch her son with an eye that was not altogether 'motherly'? It was about a year ago that Jennifer had made herself cum deliberately whilst thinking about her son. She had been feeling guilty for a short period after that. But it wouldn't stop her from repeating it, until finally she stopped feeling guilty altogether about fantasizing about, and masturbating to thoughts of having sex with her boy.

After some heavy arguments and an emotional breakdown, Jennifer and Tim had finally gotten their issues out in the open, and the process of repairing their marriage had begun. To both their delight, the love they felt in the beginning came back in spades, and their bond became even more intimate than it ever was. 

When their mutual trust was earned back again, they had been revealing their innermost sexual fantasies and their sex life had never been better. 

Despite the fact that their marriage was back to being the way it used to be, and their bedroom antics fresh and revived, Jennifer did not stop having her secret fantasies. The gates had been opened, and there was no turning back. The mother was happier than she'd ever been the moment she had revealed her secret incestuous fantasies to Tim, and found out that rather than having a problem with it, it turned him on to no end. It felt like a big wave of liberation crashing over her.

In a declaration of sorts of his love for his wife, Tim had secretly been working on gauging his son on the subject of taboo love, and subsequently preparing Mark to fulfill his mother's fantasies. The rest is history.

Mark had been jerking off thinking about doing his very own mother for years. Ever since the boy had gotten into the rhythm of masturbating and fantasizing, images of his mother started running through his mind. He had always loved her dearly, but his mother's physical beauty also never went unnoticed with him. When sexual imagery started playing a part in his teenage life, he started noticing the curves of her body. His sister's body didn't exactly go unnoticed either, but it was his mother that did the trick more than anything.

He would pay attention in ways unbecoming a son, to the shape of her tits behind her shirts and sweaters, and at some point even her bra when he caught her coming out of the bathroom in just her underwear. That instance was the single greatest moment of his teenage years, as Jennifer's nipples were hard and were poking clearly through the material. Outside of seeing her tits bared, there was no way he would have gotten a better view of her fleshy boobs. 

Her ass didn't go unnoticed either. He would pay close attention to it when she would wiggle it while walking by, or when it was flattened as she sat down on a chair. At those moments, there was nothing he wanted more but to lay his hand on the seat of the chair, palm up, and feel his mother sit her soft rump down right on his upturned hand. 

There was basically nothing about his mother that went unnoticed from that period on. The shape of her tits and ass, even if covered by clothing, were enough to stimulate his hottest fantasies. The clothes she wore could add spice to them, especially when she decided to go to work wearing skirts and nylon stockings. He would have given anything to see his mother in those hot looking lingerie things. Those garter belts with the stockings attached to it with elastic bands. 

She could lick her lips and Mark would wonder how it would feel if she licked his lips instead. His fantasies about his mother turned gorgeous women that wear glasses and have their hair in a bun into a fetish or sorts. Thanks to his mother he would always find women like that hot somehow; the mousy-yet-good looking librarian types.

As the years of his teenage-dom passed by, he had also learned to sneak into his parents' bedroom, particularly when they were out of the house. He would look around and invade their privacy by checking out the cabinets and closet. He hit the jackpot one day when he found his mother's vibrator in a box in the back of the closet. 

His entire body trembling with excitement and suspense, he imagined the white object being shoved in and out of his mother's cunt. The surface pushing in the ridge of her vaginal opening, and making her labia wrap around the rod as she pushed the vibrating fuck stick into her wet, sucking hole. And then the surface of the vibrator, pulling the rim of her pussy-opening outward, and her labia moving aside again, as she pulled the buzzing cunt-poker out of her hairy snatch. In his mind, Mark could see his mother lying on her bed completely naked, wearing nothing but her glasses, her brown curly hair spread out on the pillow, and panting. She would squeeze a tit with one hand, twisting the dark, stiff nipple of it between thumb and index finger. And with the vibrator in her other hand, she would fuck herself hard and fast; the buzzing fuck-stick making squelching sounds as it slipped in and out of the hair framed slit. She would spread her luscious legs wide and pull her knees up toward her tits, thus exposing her whole crotch, from her knotted clit to her dark, wrinkled asshole twitching in the crack between her soft ass-globes. Her toes would curl as she would wrap both hands around the humming tool to poke it mercilessly into her sucking, sloshing twat. Her tits would be caught between her stretched arms and bulge outward, the nipples stiffer than normal. A grimace of self absorbed lust would take over her pretty face. The contrast between the 'librarian' look of his mother, and the expression on her face would be great. A beautiful, yet somewhat nerdy looking woman, and hot, masturbating slut both in one body. 

In his fantasy, Mark could almost smell it. The smell of his mother's pussy as it was being invaded time and time again by the battery powered sex tool. The scent of a hot, masturbating mother filling her bedroom. 

Mark had then wondered if he would be able to smell her; smell his mother, on her electric fuck buddy. He had held the white rod under his nose and although he couldn't compare it to anything he had known, he had smelled something on the thing that sent a shiver down his spine. Could have been more the idea of smelling his mother's cunt on the vibrator than the smell itself, but it had made his knees weak nonetheless. 

He had decided to take a little lick, just to find out if it tasted like...well, what was supposed to be pussy. But after a few licks he determined that he just had no real way of knowing what it was that he tasted, and whether it really was his mother's dried juice flavor. 

Ever since that day, Mark would often see, feel, smell and taste the thing. Just the notion that his mother was using it to fuck her needy, horny cunt had been more enough for him to get himself off playing around with it. He had loved the idea that the vibrator was rubbing against his cock and balls, and would then later be inside his mother. Somehow, it made him think that at least somehow, part of her pussy was making contact with his cock and balls, and part of his dick and balls were making contact with his mother's vagina.

Not having been satisfied with playing around with her vibrator, Mark would also often rummage around in the dirty clothes hamper, looking for treasures. During the years he would use both the dirty panties of his sister and his mother, but mostly his mother's, to jack off. Often he would either hold the inside of them under his nose, or turn them inside out and ball them up to stuff in his mouth while he pumped his cock thinking about eating her out. Other times he would turn them inside out and wrap them around his shaft to jack off with them. 

In the end, throughout the years before the present day, Mark would have turned out to have prepared himself for doing the real thing. The only thing missing had been his mother's actual participation. The thought of committing incest with his mom would not be new to him, and his father wouldn't need much to convince him after carefully telling the 19 year old about his mother's hidden desires. Quite the contrary, once Mark realized his dad wasn't kidding, he thought he had died and gone to heaven.  

His mother's secret fantasy had been to fuck her son; to fuck HIM. And his dad was asking him to fulfill her wish. If only both of his parents had known just how much it had been his fantasy as well.

"Please baby, shove your fat cock up into my butt. Fuck your mother hard and deep in the ass," Jennifer whimpered, looking back over her shoulder at her son. He was teasing her by rubbing the purple helmet of his prick across her needy anus several times, further coating it with the slimy lubricant oozing out of his flared piss-hole. 

Mark enjoyed watching how his practically begging mother was squeezing her anal muscles; making her sphincter contract and nip at his cock-head. It seemed to try catching his dome and drawing it into her bowels. 

He looked at his wanton mother looking desperately at him through the shiny glasses on her face, and started pushing the head of his dick into her shitter. Slowly the wrinkled rim of her anus yielded, and allowed his leaking mushroom tip entrance. Once the greatest circumference of his prick-head was past the tight anal ring, the rest of it slipped inside easily until his mother's ass opening closed tightly behind it. It felt like the head of his fuck-stick had been caught in a searing hot vice. His mother really needed to relax her anal muscles if he was to go all the way in.

"GODDDD..." Jennifer wailed, a mixture of pleasure and stinging pain shooting from her asshole through her whole rump. She felt as if she had her son's fist in her ass, rather than merely his admittedly wide, purple cock helmet. Thank God for him at least wetting her anal orifice with spit and pre-cum, and for the fact that his shaft was of slightly less girth than his dickhead. 

"Please move slowly, son," Jennifer groaned slowly feeling the pain subside and the pleasure of the fullness taking hold of her. "Take your time going deeper. Just, slowly move your lovely cock in and out to let me get used to feeling it slide around in my ass."

"Don't worry, mom," Mark put his mother at ease. "I want you to enjoy this as much as I do. I'll let you get used to my cock, and then I'll fuck your butt hard and make you beg me to slam it in and out of you."

Mark's words served both to relax his mother's nerves, as well as to get her back into feeling like a total, incestuous slut waiting for her very own son to relentlessly start hammering his cock into her shitter.

Slowly the 19 year old started moving his rod into his mother's back passage, the tightness of her anus around his shaft making it move inward with his tool until it was stretched inward to the max, after which Mark's pole would shove deeper into her ass canal, her sphincter moving further to the root of his dick. Just a half an inch, until Mark pulled back again, this time dragging the rim of her anus outward as it tightly clasped around his meat-stick. In again, and shoving an inch deeper than before. Out again. Slowly but surely, Mark was able to slide deeper into his mother's bowels, and simultaneously allowed her to get used to being filled up and stretched wide by the girth of her son's dick.

"Fuckkk... I feel so full. Your cock fills up my ass so good, son," the 39 year old mother croaked. "You can go a bit faster and deeper now, baby. You can fuck my ass faster and deeper now."

As Jennifer laid her head on the pillow, Mark grabbed the soft, warm globes of her butt tightly; kneading them and pulling them apart at the same time as he started fucking the tightly clasping hole in between with harder thrusts. The searing hot depths of his mother's anal caverns burned his dick with pleasure and the milking feeling of her ass chute around his rod making him feel as if being jerked off with a warm, soft glove. 

Mark felt the hot, squeezing rim of her anus drag up and down along the surface of his shaft, as he poked his prick in and out into his mother's bowels deeper and deeper. Only an inch or two more until the root of his cock would be within her sphincter, and his balls would be pressing into the sensitive surface surrounding her butthole. 

On hands and knees, panting and groaning in perverse delight, and her toes curling, Jennifer couldn't wait for her son to really start packing his meat into her dirt pipe relentlessly and quickly. Just the awesome feeling of having her ass stuffed and stretched to its limit with her own offspring's huge tool was enough to send nerve wracking shivers down her spine. She tried her best not to make her body convulse and thrash with the delightfulness of it. And when she finally felt the clammy, soft skin of Mark's ball sack press deliciously into the sensitive, stretched skin around her shit-opening, she knew he had tunneled his dick all the way into her ass orifice. 

"FUCK YEAH," Jennifer squealed with the knowledge and feeling of being filled to the brim with family cock. 

"Now fuck my butt really good and hard, baby," the passionate mother told her son with pure, incestuous lust in her eyes as she looked back at him over her shoulder. "Fuck mommy's ass hard and deep. Screw that fucking asshole. Screw my ass with your juicy, fat fucking cock. FUCK IT HARD"

"You want my cock fucking your hot ass, mom?" Mark asked rhetorically as he pushed and pulled his dong into his mother's buttery, gripping ass pipe with ever harder and faster lunges. "You want your own son fucking your hot, tight butt hard, deep and fast? You want to be your own son's filthy anal whore?"

"Oh God, yessss. I want to be my own son's anal whore. I don't want you to stop fucking me up the shitter, baby. Fuck mommy's asshole like it belongs to you to do with what you want. My ass is yours. Fuck your fucking fat cock up my butthole, son. Fuck it up there nice and deep. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."

Enjoying the filthy dialogue between them almost as much as the actual incestuous buggering, Jennifer and her son let go of all the usual taboo inhibitions a mother and son have when speaking to each other. Whatever came to mind and seemed good enough to add even more fuel to the perverted, incestuous fire was good enough to say. Mark could feel his cock throb just from hearing his mother say those nasty things alone. And saying them certainly made Jennifer feel deliciously lewd, and nasty enough to contract the sheath of her ass even more tightly around her son's pile-driving pecker. 

Fucking each other wasn't enough for the two of them. They had to convince each other just how much they really wanted it, by putting it into as filthy and descriptive words as possible and spit them out at each other. 

Outside of the sexual activities they loved each other as any mother and son. But the moment they stepped into the realm of sex, they turned into a whole different kind of mother and son. But they were always mother and son. They loved each other as family when not having sex, and they lusted for each other as family when they were having sex.

The smacking sounds of Mark's hips into his mother's bubbling ass cheeks filled the room, in which Tim, Mark's father and Jennifer's husband, had been all but forgotten as he masturbated, being perfectly content in seeing his formerly estranged wife living out one of her deepest fantasies. He loved her more now than he ever did, and knowing that she now trusted him enough to admit to such a potentially disturbing fantasy made him feel nothing but warmth for her. In turn, Jennifer now knew just how much she really loved her husband, having been able to confide in him this secret and others, and finding him willing to help her live them out as well. With everything that had happened since they found each other's love and trust again, everything that had happened in the past couple of days, and everything that was said between herself and her son, she loved her husband more than life itself, and she would reward him in more ways than one for the rest of their shared lives for having given her this gift.

Jennifer felt the blood in her heated cheeks, almost searing heat, as her pucker was invaded by the girth and length of her son's prick with speedy and deep strokes. She felt his muscular arms wrap around her waist and the side of his head against her back, the sweat on both their bodies mingling. He was no longer behind her on his knees, but standing on his feet and almost crouching instead, fucking her ass from behind almost like a dog fucking a bitch in heat. His head moved back and forth obscenely as he pistoned his cock into his mother's shithole. Every now and then he would retract it completely, the purple helmet shaped head of his cock slipping out of Jennifer's lewdly gaping anus, before sliding it back in to his balls again. The mother had adjusted to the anal rogering where she knew how to relax her ass muscles, so her son had little problem shafting the full length of his cock in and out. 

"Lay down on your stomach and spread you legs, mom," Mark ordered, and Jennifer complied. Loose strands of her brown hair matted to her sweaty neck and shoulders, she stretched out her legs and spread them wide, her toenails scraping along the sheet as she did, and laid down on her chest and belly, her tits squashed under her weight. Mark lay right on top of her back, his hips weighing down on her soft, sweaty buttocks, and used his legs to keep his mother's legs spread.

In this position he fucked down on her, his full balls slapping into the mattress as he continued pounding his cock into his mother's butt. 

Jennifer liked this position too. Her tingling clit and oozing cunt were pressing into the soft sheets and she felt the full weight of her son's body on top of her. She could hardly move an inch as Mark kept filling her ass-snatch with his power-tool. His moist pubic bush rustled into and against the sweaty cleft of her ass and the hair on his balls slid along the open, drooling slit of her twat as they flew up and down with Mark's thrusting motions. The stretched rim of her asshole was burning lovely, scorched as it was by the fast movements of her son's fat dick meat. The position almost felt as if she was being ass-raped, but with her permission. She would return the favor later and rape him with her ass. Turn around is fair play. 




Jennifer's Surprise Pt. 04



"Goddamn it, yeah. Rape my asshole. Rape it. Fuck my fucking ass with your fat, raping cock," Jennifer whimpered with muffled voice into the pillow. Mark pounded into his mother's flattened body savagely, his hips moving up and down very fast, his loins slamming into her rump. He licked her shoulders and neck and bit softly into them as well. 

Grabbing his mother around the waist, Mark lay on his side and pulled his mother with him, screwing his fucker into her hungry asshole in the spoon position. Jennifer wrapped her outer leg around her son's, arched her back and humped her butt back against her son as she felt his rock hard dick penetrate her sore anus with long strokes. With his arms around her, she turned her head and licked lewdly at her son's mouth. The desperate licks didn't go wasted on Mark, and he accepted his mother's warm, wet tongue between his lips, Frenching her as his hips continued smacking loudly into her ass from the rear. 

After a minute of sweaty screwing, however, the 39 year old brunette noticed her boy was starting to have some trouble keeping up the pace, the muscles in his hips possibly cramping.

Rolling over so that her son was lying on his back, Jennifer lay on top of his chest with her back. Lifting her upper body up by planting her hands back on the mattress on either side of her son's body, the mother fucked her own ass onto her son's cock-stalk, rotating and humping her hips on top of his. Mark didn't have to move much this way, and allowed his mom to fuck herself on him. 

He bent his knees while keeping his legs spread and his feet on the bed, and Jennifer planted a bare foot on top of each of her son's knees. Using her feet on her son's knees as a platform, she lifted her butt up and down from his hips, moving her own asshole up and down her son's fat shaft. 

"Fuck yes. Now I'm raping you, Mark. Now your mother is raping you. Don't do anything. Just lay there and let mommy fuck her asshole up and down your fat fucking cock," Jennifer panted as her hips flew up and down on his; the tight, sucking warmth of her shit chute sliding over her son's thick, veiny pole. 

Mark felt his mother's toes curl and dig into his knees as his prick was basically masturbated by his mother's moving asshole. Jennifer fucked her own shithole up and down over her son's upright hard-on, loving the feeling of the ridge of her son's cock-head sliding up and down on the inside, along the walls of her ass channel. She let the sucking sheath of her ass milk her son's dick as the movements of her body made her tits jiggle and forced the air from her lungs. She moved her right hand between her legs and shoved three fingers deep into her snatch. As her son's cock slid in and out of her butt, her three fingers slid in and out of the warm, wet, sucking depths of her cunt.

"Do you love it, baby? Do you love the way your mother is raping your cock with her ass? The way she is just using your delicious meat to fuck her own butt with? You love it, don't you? GOD, I love how your juicy dick feels in my asshole. I'm so fucking full with it. Your cock packs my shitter so full. Tell me how much you love it, Mark. Tell me how much you love feeling your mother fucking her own ass on your cock."

"You know I do, mom," responded Mark with a loud groan, feeling the cum boiling in his nuts. He didn't know much more he could take, but he would try to hold on a bit longer.

"You know I love feeling you fuck your own ass on my cock. I love everything. I love how your soft butt slams into my groin, how your tight sucking butthole clings to my shaft when you drag it up, and how it slides over my dick to the root when you push it down. I love how your toes are digging tightly into my knees because of how you feel in your ass. I don't think I've ever felt anything as hot and nasty and good as this, mom. I still can't believe we're doing this right now. I still can't believe you're sitting on top of me, with your hot asshole on my cock."

"Well, you better believe it, son, because this is no dream. Neither yours nor mine. You're really fucking your mother balls deep in her ass. Can you feel this?" 

Jennifer takes Mark's cock into her ass to the balls, and then uses her sphincter muscles to squeeze tightly around his root of his cock.

"That is me, squeezing you to let you know this is really happening."

Mark was moving his hips now, fucking up at his mother's ass as Jennifer was still trying to move her own hips up and down as best she could. Mark's balls were swinging up and down, occasionally slapping up against his mother's leaking cunt. The ass fucking was savage now, with Mark seemingly trying to reach all the way to his mother's throat, and Jennifer trying to get it there. The movements became so wild and fast, Jennifer's feet slipped off her son's knees. 

"Oh FUCKKK... That's it baby. Fuck your mother in the ass like a stud. Fuck my shithooooolleeee..." Jennifer whined loudly with a vibrating voice as the hammering of her son's cock into her rectum rammed the air from her lungs. The slapping sounds of Mark's pelvis pounding into his mother's butt cheeks filled the room to the point where maybe even the neighbors would be able to hear it if they listened carefully. But in this state neither Jennifer nor Mark could care less about anything other than their shameless, incestuous rutting. 

"I want to see your face, mom," Mark said during a short lull in their movements. "I want to look you in the eyes when I fuck your hot shithole. I want to fuck you in the ass where I can see your tits, your cunt and your face."

Jennifer, liking the idea, climbed off of her son, - her lewdly gaping asshole slipping off of her son's prick - , and lay on her back. The 39 year old mother shamelessly raised her knees up as far as they would go toward her spongy tit-orbs, and spread her legs wide apart, opening up her crotch for her son to do with as he pleased. Her cunt-slit was leaking profusely and the thick, brown bush framing her labia and clit was matted against her skin. Her inflamed, red anal rim hung slightly open, worked out and waiting for more forceful penetration. Jennifer wrapped her arms around her legs to keep them up and apart as she watched her son take his place between her thighs, cock in hand.

As Mark settled the head of his cock inside the now slightly gaping butthole of his mother, Jennifer licked her lips and said: "Shove it in, son. Shove that fat fucker right back in, deep in mommy's asshole. Fuck it in me, baby. I want to feel you stretch my butt wide open again. Cornhole mommy, baby. Cornhole your mother. Ram my pucker with your juicy, fat fucking pole."

Mark loved hearing those nasty words coming from his mother's mouth. Hearing his own mother say things like that to him sent a nerve wracking shiver down his spine and almost forced his cock to swell and his pre-cum to drool right out of his piss-hole without any physical stimulation.

His mother wanted to act and talk like a common, cock hungry slut with him, her own son, and it made fucking her even hotter and better than it already would be without the aural stimulation.

"You want this fucker up your butthole, mom? You want your son's fat dick up your shitbox? Here it is, mom. Here you have your son's pecker, drilling right into your ass," Mark responded with broken voice, before entering his mother's ass and shoving the entirety of his cock into her ass passage to the hilt. He stopped to make her feel the full length and girth by keeping it up her back door to the root, his ball sack pressed flat against the crack of her ass, before he started humping against her and fucking his mother in the rear end with long but fast strokes.

He grabbed one of his mother's bare feet in each hand, almost using them as rowing ores, as he continued screwing her rectum. 

Jennifer squeezed her soft tits as she and her son stared straight into each other's eyes, making a deep connection beyond the physical aspect of their depraved incestuous fucking. The mother deliberately milked her son's sliding fuck-rod with her anal muscles as their stare committed psychological incest. Not one shred of their whole being was being left out of the nature of their sexual activities, and to the degree that is was possible, the stare between mother and son's eyes was possibly more penetrating than Mark's cock into his mother's ass, and the nature of it possibly even more intimate.

Nothing but the creaking of the bed, and the panting of mother and son was heard for what seemed like hours, but were only minutes, until Jennifer softly spoke.

"I want you to cum in my ass. I want you to empty your balls inside your mother's ass. Please shoot your load up my butt, Mark. Shoot mommy's guts full of your cream."

The cum in his balls boiling, Mark heard his mother say it, and knew he could now drop his load. His mother had asked for it, and he had a hard time keeping up this long as it was. 

He let go of any restraints he had put on himself and the tempo of his movements, and just screwed into his mother's tightly clasping anus without slowing down. The sucking of his mother's ass-tube around his dick helped make a delicious warmth spread over his loins and through his pecker, and the 19 year old knew he was about a second away from blowing his wad.

"I'm cumming, mom. I'm cumming right up your ass. Here it comes. I'm gonna shoot my load up your aaaaaaaass... GOOOODDDD... FUUUCCCKKK...MOOOOOMMMMM" 

Mark's loins spasm'd as waves of hot jizz were shot into his mother's bowels. Jennifer curled her toes in her son's hands and she felt torrents of her son's warm spunk shoot up her ass pipe. She used her own fingers on her clit and cunt to bring herself to an orgasm as her darling son used the deep pocket of her rectum as a cum receptacle. 

"Babyyyyy... Cum in mommy's aaassss... Oh God, yeahhh... Shoot your hot spunk up my guts, son. I'm cumminggg... MOMMY'S CUMMIIIIIINNNGGGG..."

And from that point on, no more words were said. Mark and Jennifer were both limited to cries and whimpers of joy, as they each climaxed while locked into and onto each other's bodies. Mother and son had now enjoyed the most intimate sex between them they could think of.

Jennifer had given her ass to her son, and in the back of their minds they remembered that his father, her husband, had been a silent and willing spectator to it.

As Mark finished emptying his balls into Jennifer's back hole, and was now lying on top of his mother with the both of them panting and sweating, enjoying the bliss of the aftermath, both mother and son knew that as much as they had enjoyed this newfound relationship beyond the ordinary mother and son relationships most mothers and sons share, they had Tim to think for all of it. 

After everything that had happened over the past couple of days, Jennifer knew that despite the problems she and Tim have had in the past, she ended up finding out that she really did marry her soul mate. 

Their family would never be the same. But Tim, Jennifer and Mark wouldn't want it any other way.

Now the only thing for them to worry about, was how to keep their new, special relationship a secret from Tim and Jennifer's daughter, Mark's sister.

But that a whole other story.