13 comments/ 42159 views/ 5 favorites Have I Found Utopia? By: qualitywheat Dear reader, this starts as a loving wife story, goes on to incest, then to lesbian, please beware. * I can't believe how far things have gone; or where I am now, it all started about 4 to 5 years or so ago. I am, or was, a normal happily married housewife, the obligatory 2 kids, happy household. I have all the trimmings, all possessions, and a life that a 'normal' housewife would lead. No debts, no worries, hub has a good job, I do, or have done all the mother things, attended school when required, attended all my PTA things. Have my own car, a full social life when I want it to be, I like gardening, changing the house around, this causes uproar when things aren't where they had been etc. I am Kit to all my friends and family, but was christened Katherine, I have no idea where Kit came from, but that's who I am. I wouldn't say I am beautiful, but I am quite good to look at. I can hold my own when it matters. I am 5ft 4" tall, good body, just turned 42 years old. Still like to think I can be sexy, when I want to be. (And that's where my problem lies). I still love all the girly things, soft lace, short skirts, skimpy underwear, stockings, the lot! I have a good face, nicely shaped, tilted nose, full lips, soft blonde hair, and my body is still sensitive, (very sensitive) to a touch, a kiss, a caress. I have had a couple of earlier dalliances in my married life, but it was opportunity that I did, nothing more. But now my life is in some turmoil to say the least. I started feeling horny, and then more and more horny about 5 years ago, I couldn't weigh it up. I had always had a good sex life, no issues of lack of it, until this started on me. I put up with it, until it grew in more and more intensity. I think it must have been my hormones? I was playing with myself in between making love with Mike. I bought a small dildo, and a vibrator. But as time went by they grew more and more useless. I wanted the real thing. It was good while they lasted; I fucked and was fucked by some serious men in my head, and I had been with gorgeous women of all persuasions in that time too. Big ones, black ones, eastern ones, Arabs, you name it, I was fucked, and better fucked by them all. But the time was approaching, and I knew it. To where, I would have to get the real thing somehow. I was becoming more and more desperate for cock, real cock. The fact that it wouldn't be my husband horrified me. Yes I know I had been unfaithful twice. But this was different, I was now actively thinking of finding more and different cock. I couldn't understand it, why was I getting like this? I would get aroused if we were in town shopping or what ever. I would find myself gazing at men and boys, checking their butts, their bodies, their faces. Imagining what their cocks would be like, would it be big, would it be nice and hard? I even had to go to the toilet a few times to relieve myself, because I had got them on my mind, thinking about their tongues in me, their cocks right up me, me on my knees servicing them. It was bad I know, but? And I wanted to be fucked right there and then! Then the day arrived when it happened, I had gone into town on my own, especially to try and find a man or a boy, though I was in fear of myself, I had no idea what to do really. I had to find someone who could give me what I wanted. I went to pubs, cafes, shops, and then into a Laundromat. And that's where I found my first one. I was ostentatiously checking the machines, pretending to see how they worked. But I was quietly checking out the 2 men in there. I settled for one of them, simply because he looked better than the other. He looked to be about 10 years younger than me, a good virile age I had decided. I stood near him, and said to him I was going to return and do some laundry, but wasn't sure how they worked. He gladly showed me, and soon we were chatting. I was attentive, and listened to what he told me and to what he said. I also made sure we had good eye contact. I had kept my wedding rings on; I wanted my selected man to know I wasn't hunting for a husband. But my rapt attention to him was a clear indicator of things in the offing. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this, but what surprised me more was, I was enjoying myself. My pussy was talking to me! We told each other all sorts of things, his name was Greg, and he told me he had an apartment close by. Things were getting better. Then I played what I hoped was to be my trump card! He said something funny, I laughed accordingly. Then I rested my hand on his knee, and looked him right in the eye. I think he got the message! 'Well,' he said, 'I'm about done here now; I'm going home and having a nice cup of coffee.' He told me, with I hope, was hope in his voice. 'What kind of coffee do you drink,' I asked. Not caring what it was, I was going to like it too! 'Ground coffee, and percolated, not like that muck you get in jars,' he told me confidently. 'Ooooh my favourite too,' I said softly. I was getting turned right on, simply by speaking not, what was in my mind! 'Well, if you like you can join me, there is plenty for two,' he told me. I wanted to drag him out and away, so I could get at him! 'I would love to Greg, I really would,' I almost brayed. I had checked him out properly now, he was clean, quite good looking and fairly muscular. I hoped he was hairy; my husband isn't, so that was one of my fantasies. We left and walked to his apartment. He led me in, I looked about me, it was clean and very tidy. 'Where is your wife?' I asked. 'I'm just divorced,' he said. And he left it at that. 'Mmmm,' I looked at him now. Then to break the ice, I stepped closer to him. 'Greg?' I whispered, 'you know I'm married?' I said, and lifted my wedding ring. 'Yes Kit, I know,' then he moved closer to me. That was the 2 second warning! The next one and I was in his arms, and he was in mine, and the fervent kissing led us, or rather me, to my goal. I wanted a fuck, and Greg, was the lucky man who was going to do it. And in return, I would give him everything he would want. He dragged me sort of, to his bedroom, thank god it was clean, I was desperate to be fucked, but I think I would have baulked at a dirty bed. We women all know what men can be like when it comes to hygiene don't we? We kissed, touched, groped, and felt our way, including getting my gear off, including him. He was hairy! Jesus was he hairy, he was covered in it, I immediately buried my face into his chest, he smelled good, and the hair tickled my nose and face terrifically. I had my hands on his prick and balls; he wasn't overly big, which was a little bit of a let down. I had been hoping for a whopper! But we can't have everything can we? But he was big enough for today's exercise, that's for sure. I jumped onto his bed, and pulled him onto me, I wanted him in me as soon as possible. But the cheeky sod hesitated, he was teasing me! He knew now how desperate I was, he had seen and sensed it in me. I looked at him, and I was a bit out of order, because I was annoyed with him, and I think it must have shown. Then he suddenly rammed it right into me. I thought he was going to break me in two. The suddenness of it took me by surprise. I orgasmed almost immediately, such was the rush of adrenalin that powered through me. I was in heaven, he was scratching my itch in real good style, it was wonderful. He fucked away at me as if it was him in need of this and not me, his loins slapped against mine, his prick dominated my thoughts. He held himself for as long as he could. Which was good news for me, I was having orgasms all the way. I held myself to him, and gave him all I could, I kissed him, bit him, scratched his back. It was as much as he needed from me. He kissed me, and then blew his lovely load right up my chute! I came right along with him. I at last felt sated; it had felt as though I had been given a life saving drink in a desert. I silently cried a little to myself, I had actually gone through with it, and although I felt bad for doing what I had done, I was satisfied beyond belief. I knew this would not be the last time! I stayed with him for another 2 hours. I gave him my best blow job; he fingered and slurped in and on my vagina. He shot a last load into my willing mouth; this day was one that would go down in the annals of my history. He told me Monday was always the best day for him, he worked nights, so was fully rested on that day, and Thursday too if I wanted. I left with his phone number, and a definite promise to call him again. I loved him for what he had done for me, above and beyond the call of duty. I never told him that I was just using him, but I suppose he didn't care though. He wasn't 10 years younger than me, he was 14. His bed would feel my hot married body a lot more, of that I was certain. But my first priority now was to buy condoms, I had to be careful, I didn't want pregnancy, and I didn't want to catch some thing either. I was on cloud 9 for days afterwards; even hubby asked me what had given me this enlightened mood. If he had only known his wife had been absolutely rocked by another man. But I had set my stall out now, until what it was that was making me this horny went away, I was on the available list! I didn't actively pursue anyone for a week, I went to see Greg again, and used the condoms, but it wasn't really comfortable to me? He fucked my arse, I wasn't happy about it, but I just felt so unsure of myself, I gave in. He did fuck me wholesale normally as well, and I was satisfied to the limit. But he seemed to becoming a little dominant. I didn't want that. So sadly, he was crossed off! He knew nothing about me, I had been careful about that. I went about things the way I had before, but with out success, I was beginning to believe that Greg had been a one off, and I was considering ringing him again. I had always thought that I could get any man I wanted, and maybe I can, but again maybe the conditions have to be right. And also maybe, it has to be me who gets chased, not the other way round? I was feeling that horniness again, the one that will not be denied. It seemed to me to be bordering on nymphomania! I wanted cocking again, and as soon as! I had noticed a tear in on of my curtains in the back room, and decided to change them. I had asked my hubby to do it, but he hadn't. So I got the steps out, set them up, and warily made my way up them. They were a bit wobbly, so I was very careful. As I got near to the top, the bell rang! Fuck! I thought. When I answered it, there was Mark, my son's friend. My pussy said hello before I did! Mark is a dark coloured boy; his heritage is African I believe. My mind assessed the situation in record time. He is good looking, and the same age as my son. Tallish, reasonably well built. Has a lovely personality, and is popular with everyone. 'Come in Mark,' I told him. 'Is John around Mrs Lowes?' he said. 'No he has work today,' I replied. 'Oh, ah well, I'll call later then if that's okay?' 'Yes, you can Mark, but wait a minute; can you give me a hand please?' 'Yes sure I can, anything for you Mrs Lowes,' did I hear something in his voice I wondered? 'I'm putting new curtains up, and I'm a bit unsteady on the steps, if you could hold them for me, I would be very grateful.' I told him. 'Yes,' said my pussy, 'I will be grateful too!' It told me. It heated up as walked in front of him; my mind was watching him, watching me. I sashayed my way to the steps. 'Mark, as I climb up will you hold me, so I don't fall?' I asked. 'Sure thing Mrs Lowes, it will be my pleasure,' he said. 'And mine,' chortled my pussy! 'Please Mark, call me Kit, Mrs Lowes sounds so old.' 'You, old? Never in this world, you are just too beautiful for that,' he told me. I blushed with pleasure! I started up them, 'hold onto me Mark,' I said. He put his hands on my hips, then I went up one step, his hands slid down to my thighs, my pussy yelled at me to stay still, 'let him feel you Kit!' It told me. I slightly turned away from him, his hands followed suit. 'Don't let go of me Mark, my life maybe in your hands!' I laughed. 'You have nothing to fear, Mark is here,' he said, and gave my thighs a squeeze. 'Ooooh,' I murmured. 'You alright, Mrs, sorry, Kit?' he asked me. 'Yes, just hold me honey, don't let go,' were my needs showing through, my desperation? 'You got it Kit,' then seemingly as an after thought, he said. 'And me!' I went up one more step; his hands were tight yet loose? One more step and his hands hit flesh; my shortish skirt had given him my soft skin. His hands felt smooth and strong, I shivered. 'You okay Kit?' he said very softly? Yes Mark,' I said. Then looking upwards, I said, 'just raise your hands a bit higher Mark, I'm don't feel too safe here.' 'Mmmm,' I heard, and then his hands slid up my legs, but inside my skirt, they were on my high thighs, or it felt that way! They didn't stop, he knew! He knew! They slid all the way up to my hips, and moved slowly and softly around me. He had sensed my consent, he was confident. I held onto the curtains now. I wasn't going to stop this. I was fully aroused; my pussy was jumping about trying to get out of my thong! I couldn't stop the, 'Oh oh Ooooh' escaping from my lips. He was gaining confidence, a hand found its way to my rounded arse. Then the other completed the coup de gras. It felt and touched my pussy lips. 'Yippee,' I heard it wail. The steps felt like they were rattling away to my trembling. Mark took control then, he started to pull me from them, and down into his arms, I leaned down to him, and slid mine around his neck, I whispered, 'Ooooh Mark, this feels so good baby, it really does.' As I slid down him, his already fully erect prick rubbed right up along my pussy lips, a small orgasm hit me. The darkness of his skin, the contrast to my milky white, my blonde hair wafting in his neck, it was a wondrous sight, and one that will stay with me for ever. I took control from him then, he is after all, a young man, he may have made love to a few girls, I didn't know. But I did know he won't have been around a sexy horny lovely like me before, of that I was positive. I kissed his neck, and told him he was gorgeous, well, I wasn't lying, he is! And this was going to be a first for me too, I had never made love, or been made love to, with or by a coloured man, or should I say, boy! It excited me further, if that was possible; I was already shivering with expectation. Would it be true, as they say it is, would he have a whopper? Would he be 10" as I have read about? Well the truth is as it turned out, he wasn't and isn't, but he had a bigger one than Greg, and it was bigger than my husband, in fact it was the biggest I had ever had, and he learned how to use it on me in 2 days! We fumbled, or rather he did, and I felt him tremble against me, he was excited, more than he should be, but he was young. He was in with a champ! He was a contender for sure, but this time, the contest was going to be a loss for him. Although I would suffer a heavy defeat the very next day! After much kissing, I loved his lips, thick heavy and succulent. I suggested we go upstairs, he followed willingly. I stopped at my jacket, where I had secreted my stash of condoms, and took 3 with me. In the bedroom, I started to undress him. What I wanted first, I was going to get! And that was his prick deep seated in my pussy. I got him on the bed, he was doing everything I said, and hinted at. A young pliant, and willing student for my pleasure. I pushed him onto his back, and got over him; I held his gorgeous black weapon in my hand and marvelled at it. It was a big mahogany log, and I knew what it contained! My temporary salvation! I leaned down and kissed it first, that made him jump! The condoms were left forgotten on the side of the bed in my desire to get his prick into me. Now the moment of truth, I popped my super hot pussy on it, and dropped own, oh believe me, it was fantastic, to feel a cock as big as his pushing my insides out of the way, shot me into an orgasm! I drove myself up and down; I was expecting him to cum quickly. And he didn't disappoint, he lurched upwards, grabbed my hips and lifted me right off the bed. His spunk was boiling hot as it filled me. My titanic orgasm followed his, I fell on him, I kissed him, giggled in appreciation, he had fucked me good, or I had fucked him, but his beautiful black heavy prick had done the job! I stayed where I was on top of him, he prick was still half hard, and my pussy took over then, it started contracting on him, and soon it was growing again. I rolled over with him, and off we went! He was flat on top of me, I was pinioned beneath him, and he fucked away at my giving cunt for all he was worth. I knew his expertise needed fine tuning, but all I wanted was to be fucked, and fucked hard. And him, bless him, fucked me with what could have been described as a vicious uncontrolled pounding. I loved it, and the orgasms it gave me. When he shot a second load, he relaxed, he was spent, I knew that. But he had satisfied me way beyond anything he could have thought of. But I wasn't going to tell him. I wanted this again, but control had to be kept of the situation. I had promised myself that no one would ever get me in my home. Yet here I was, limp, and laid on my bed, under a gorgeous black boy. Who had, unknowingly to him, fucked my brains out! 'Come on Mark, I'm sorry but you have to go, times getting on, people will be here soon.' 'Yes okay Kit. Kit, that was fantastic, can I see you again? Please?' I could see the fervent hope in his eyes. 'Yes Mark, you can, come tomorrow, be here for about 9:00 okay,' I told him as I kissed him softly. 'Or, better still,' I said, 'maybe I can come to you?' 'That will be just great Kit, my parents are out all day,' he said happily. 'Okay,' I said, 'I'll be at yours by 9, to 9:30.' One last loving kiss and I pushed him out of the door. That night my husband said, 'you seem to be in a good mood Kit, is there something you need to tell me?' He asked quizzically. I quickly denied that there was anything wrong. He laughed and said, 'oh that's good then, you are much nicer when you are happy, I prefer that about you.' My stomach churned with utter guilt. I did love him, but there again, did I? But what was I going to do? I decided there and then that I would not see Mark tomorrow. As I did breakfast the following morning, I was absently thinking of what to wear for Mark, I wanted to look and be, as sexy as I could ever be. So much for my resolve, my fanny was in control again. I was thinking of his big black log doing the business once more. God I am nothing but a cock hungry slut! I was at his house at 9:20, he let me in, and we were at each other before the door even shut. I was more than desperate to get that cock in me again. 'Mark, fuck me, and fuck me right now, or I will flatten you!' I ordered. He half pulled, and half carried me to his bedroom. I had my clothes off in no time, he was fractionally behind me. I hardly had time to get the condom on. Then he was on me and banging away to his, and mine hearts content, I was orgasming at the 2nd or 3rd bang. It was heaven. I had my arms and legs tight around him; I wanted to feel every muscle spasm of his young hard body as he hammered at me. He didn't last too long again, but the second one went on for ever, he literally crushed my wanton soaking puss. He was unstoppable, and I had no intention of even thinking it! My raging fanny was having its dreams fulfilled. This was turning out to be the best and hardest fucking fuck session I had ever endured. I had never even imagined that being fucked like this would ever be what I was delirious for. Have I Found Utopia? He got me onto my knees, head down, sheets stuffed in my mouth he went for gold, and he won by a country mile. He was starting to be too much for me, my fanny was beginning to let me know that enough was enough. Finally with a sort of guttural roar, he shot a mountain load of cum. His final ejaculation was as much as he could stand now. He had just about beaten himself, I know he had beaten me! I flopped face down on the bed, I wasn't with myself, I was somewhere else. Mark appeared at my face, his nose touching mine, I kissed him. He smiled weakly at me; I smiled just as weakly back. An arm went around me, we gelled together as one. I fell asleep, and I think he did. I looked at my watch as I came to. It was 2:00 in the afternoon; I had been asleep for 2 hours! I was astounded. But my body let me know why I had slept like that. I moved and my fanny complained, it was sore, very sore. I peered at Mark, and his huge dark brown eyes fastened on mine. 'Kit, you are wonderful, I can't begin to tell you how I feel about this.' He said. 'Oh oh,' I thought, 'I hope he doesn't tell me he loves me?' 'Kit, I am a lot younger than you, but please don't think that that makes a difference, because it doesn't, but I have a girlfriend, and I think I love her, so if you are looking for a relationship, then I'm sorry, I can't give you one?' I nearly cheered with joy. 'Mark,' I said, 'I'm not looking for anything, I love my husband believe it or not.' 'And before you say anything else, this is only a very definite short term thing, I won't be seeing you for much after this, so please, love your girlfriend, and not me.' He seemed to smile in relief, and rolled over onto his back. I dived and gobbled up his lovely soft sticky prick. 'Where's the condom?' I thought. It was still in me, it had come off, and was stuck, up at the top of my cum laden love hole! 'Morning after pill is required Mrs Lowes,' I told myself. I went at him as never before, I sucked and slurped, dragged at it, hoovered it, swallowed it, pulled at it. I wanted his cum in my mouth and down my throat. It took me a long time but I got it eventually, it was marvellous, cum from a beautiful black cock, all those crinkly black curls around his cock and balls. It made me cum myself, again! He fingered my arse as I did, but I warned him off, 'No go area,' I told him. At 3:00 I left him, I promised to call him soon, but we both knew I probably wouldn't. What I didn't know was, I was seen leaving. And the person seeing me called on him and wanted to know why I had been there. Mark had been unable to offer a plausible explanation. And he was subsequently given a good hiding in his own home. His assailant warned him, that if he went near me again, he would suffer consequences he didn't want to know about. I never learned of this until 2 months later. But as it happened, it never affected the following events that took place. My son John has been looking for a proper job for some time. He had a part time one, which took 3, 6hour days. The pay was minimal, but it gave him a little independence. I marvelled at him sometimes, he wasn't really a morning person, and he would rise, and wonder about as if in a trance until he woke up properly. I would laugh at him as he trolled the house. I was feeling horny again, I almost hated myself for being like I was, I had had the brainwave to go to the doctors. But unfortunately, this itch was in need of an urgent scratching! I was sat at my kitchen table, and still wearing my dressing gown, it's a short one and belted. Then I heard him get up. He half stumbled downstairs and walked into the kitchen in his PJ bottoms. He was yawning his head off. 'Wow,' I thought what a hunk I have for a son Then I saw it! His cock was sticking out of his PJs, it was 3/4 hard, a morning wood, I giggled to myself! My fanny took off. The urge to scratch was more than immense, I was looking at my son's morning stiffy, and it was just what the doctor ordered. I seemed to be floating up in the air, suddenly I was looking down at me and him, I could see his beauty. And without realising what I was doing. I rose from my chair and walked round the table. I approached him, asked him if he was okay? 'Yes Mom,' he muffily answered. 'Oh yes?' I said, 'and what's this then?' 'What's what?' 'This,' I said, as I took hold of his prick and squeezed it. 'Mom,' he gasped, Wha.... Oh Ooooh.' He was half turned away from me, so I nestled into his back, both arms around him now. I began to tease it, I squeezed, rubbed and held it, and it twitched and grew in my hand. It was getting harder and harder, I was already past the point of no return, I had a cock in my hands, and I wanted it somewhere else already! But I knew I just couldn't fuck him, not like that. I knew although that I wanted his prick in me, any prick really, but it was his that was in my hands wasn't it? But how was I to achieve it? I began wanking him; his prick was unbelievably as big, or bigger than Mark's. My left hand found his testicles, he was grunting, muffling, and moaning. I went on and on, 'Mom, mom,' he groaned. Until he stiffened into me, then shot a humungous load all down the front of the units in front of him. I regained my own senses when he did that. 'My god' I thought, 'what the fuck am I doing? He's my fucking son!' I hurriedly cleaned up his spunk. I plopped back down in my chair at the other side of the table. I was shell shocked! But my pussy was ablaze with arousal. It wanted scratching, now, and badly! Mark sprang to my mind. John was still sort of stood at the unit top, and half turned from me. I couldn't see his prick. If I had I would have run for my life, it had grown back to full proportions. He was rock hard and ready to go. And I was the one who he was going to give it to! His breathing eased, as mine did too. I was trying to think of someway of getting around this, something to say to ease the situation. But I was floundering, partly because my fanny was in revolt. I was staring at him, wondering what he would say, never mind me! That's when he turned around. His prick was sticking straight out and up, fully erect, and powerful looking. I was impressed. But then came to my senses yet again. John, for his part stood up straight, fixed me with some sort of look that I wasn't sure meant. Then stepped to the table, his look was one of lust. I knew that look; I had seen it many times. He was lusting for me, his mother! 'John,' I said urgently, 'please, calm down baby.' I said, rising slowly from my chair. But the look glazed, his prick was controlling him, just as my fanny had controlled me. 'John!' I said again, moving away from him and the table. He wanted me, he wanted a fuck, and I was in his view, and in his sights. I started for the hallway, then speeded up, he was on his way behind me. 'Jesus,' I thought, 'if he catches me, who knows what will happen?' I glanced over my shoulder to see him gaining. I shot for the stairs now, with him close behind. I ran up them squealing, why? I couldn't tell you. I was heading for the bathroom; there was a lock on that door. Then disaster, well, it was a sort of disaster for me anyway. As I neared the top stairs, he clipped my ankle, my feet crossed, and I went down on my knees second step down. My chest thudded down onto the landing carpet. John was over me in a millisecond, I felt a hand in the middle of my back that in effect, held me down. Then a movement at my rear end, a short tearing sound, it was my thong giving way to his tug on them. And then a baseball bat filled my fanny! 'Aaargh!' I screamed, he was in me, and his rock hard prick stuffed every crevice in my wide held gap! 'John, oh John, oh John, oh my god, oh jesus, oh John.' Was all that came out of me. 'Mmmmmph, Humph!' I throatily muttered, as he powered it in and out of me, 'Ooooh, John please baby, please?' What was I saying? Was I begging him to stop, or keep going? I knew from recent experience with Greg and Mark, that a young man's stamina was almost inexhaustible whilst in his second wind. And John, I was to find out, was no different. He fucked at me like a madman, I'm not sure if he realised it was his mother, who he was rifling with his bullet like prick. I orgasmed right there under him, I couldn't resist it. He suddenly slowed down, I wondered what was wrong, I found out there wasn't. He took hold of my waist and hips, and I was up in the air! He carried me with his fully loaded prick still tight in me. My legs were hanging down, and my body sagged a bit, but he never allowed me to drop. Now I found myself face down on my bed, and being thoroughly and resolutely fucked again by my powerful offspring. He hooked his hands under me and held my shoulders, I didn't care now that it was my boy who was making love to me, it was happening. My fanny had its requisite prick in it. His wonderful tool filled me. That's all me and pussy wanted. He was making me cum at regular intervals, and kept me on a high until he grabbed me in a death like grip. He was on his way, then his eruption. His belly and loins slapping on my arse was a fabulous fabulous feeling. His spunk washed up into my throat, I'm almost sure it got there; the strength of it was more that I had shared. It was orgasmic in itself. He happily, for me, held his weight up on his elbows now, he was beginning to crush me. As I felt myself coming down, he whispered to me. 'Mom, are you okay?' 'Yes honey' I replied, 'but I'm not too sure about today, this is something I never expected.' 'Nor me mom, nor me!' he replied. He slid sideways off me, and lay next to me, his arm around my waist, he looked closely at me, and said. 'Mom this is your entire fault you know?' 'Mine?' I questioned. 'Yes mom, yours, you were the one that did that to me downstairs, I am just returning the favour, though I would never have tried it with you.' He smiled at me. I had to grin then. 'Yes baby, you're right, the blame, if any, is to be laid, is squarely at my door okay?' 'Can we do this agin please mom,' he asked hopefully? 'I don't know honey, this shouldn't have happened babe, you must even know that?' I told him. 'Go and take a shower John,' I told him, I need to think about this. He looked a bit unhappy, but did as I said. He was back in moments, which must have been the quickest shower on record! In the short time I had had to think, I had decided nothing, nothing! I was up a gum tree! 'Okay,' I said, 'I am having one now.' 'Okay mom, I'll wait here for you.' He said somewhat hopefully, hoping I wasn't going to tell him to leave. I didn't, but maybe I should have done. I had a good shower, put a cap on my hair to stop it getting wet. Dried and powdered myself of, put on another robe, and made my way back to my room. I had decided we had to discuss this, it couldn't be allowed to happen again, it was wrong. He had to understand and see. I loved him too much to be the wrong side of his life; he had a lovely girlfriend, who was gorgeous. I had no right to do what I had done. My pussy would not be allowed to let this happen again, no way! I walked into my bedroom; he was laid on his back on my bed, the bed I share with his dad. His prick was stood straight up; he waved it at me and smiled. My fanny went into an immediate spasm. I lost control of it right off. I just stood and looked at his wondrous prick as he waved it at me. 'John,' I muttered quietly, 'please put it away.' I was failing badly, in fact I had failed, but as yet I was unaware of it. I went to the bed side, and made what can only be described as a more than feeble attempt to cover him up. But as I neared him and it, my hand went for it. I couldn't stop it. My fingers closed around it, at the same time as my pussy went into convulsions. I was hotter than hot, I was blazing with arousal, his prick mesmerised me, entranced me, and over powered me to a point of utter subjection. I shrugged of my robe, climbed on the bed, raised a shapely knee over him, and sank down on the marvellous steel pole of flesh. It pressed its way into me, and I was in heaven. It was the most fulfilling moment of my life. My husband is a good lover, Greg and Mark were/are fantastic, but none of them could compare to this. All 3 of them together couldn't touch this feeling I now had inside me. My orgasm blew me off him; I would have fallen over if he hadn't held me on him. His prick was the pillar of concrete that kept me upright, and in place! I wasn't able to focus properly, my orgasm shattered me. Then he suddenly threw me over and onto my back, and he began my complete demise. He hammered me; it was and remains to this day, the most fabulous fantastic shagging I have ever had. I heard a voice somewhere begging him to stop. But he didn't until he was ready to, and that happened when he shot his load. I felt a movement, it was him gripping me, while his primal needs were met, and finished. The next thing I knew was, he was laid at my side, I was held to him, both his arms keeping me. 'Oh mom, this is great, I love you so much mom, I really do.' He whispered. I tried to answer, but my voice didn't work. I had to wait until I recovered. When I did, I had to answer truthfully. 'Yes baby, it truly was, but we have to talk John, no one can ever be allowed to know about this, no one!' I told him. 'No one will ever know from me, I promise you with all my heart.' He said happily. 'What about Nikki?' I queried. 'I don't know mom, I'll have to think about things myself now.' He said. Then the biggest shock of my life, it just about mortified me. 'Mark, won't be bothering you again mom, I've seen to that.' He said forcefully. 'What do you mean?' I gurgled, he must know, I thought. 'I saw you leaving his house,' he said, 'so and went to ask him what you had been there for, he couldn't answer me, so I threatened him if he didn't tell me.' I was totally done for now? 'He told me he had chatted you up, and he had talked you into visiting him, that he had tried it on with you, but you had left before anything took place.' 'Oh god,' I thought, 'thank you Mark,' I said silently to myself. 'What did you say to him John?' I asked. 'I thumped him, and told him, that if he ever went near you again, I would kill him, so, you don't have to bother yourself anymore about him, okay?' My heart burst with pride, my son had defended me, but sadly he didn't know that his mother had been a slut for Marks big black cock, and that I had loved it. I prayed to myself, that this chapter was as closed as John had said it would be. 'John darling, you are my hero, thank you,' I said. Then a queer thought entered my head. We hadn't even kissed yet, we had made fabulous love, and yet no intimacy of that sort had passed between us. I thought to myself, what would it be like to kiss my son as my lover, and what it would be like to be kissed by him as my lover? I was still thinking this when he kissed me. It took me by surprise, but I kissed him back, it did feel odd, but as we kissed more and more, it became normal, natural, that kissing like this, is what we should do. I then started to become more amorous, and aroused as we went on. I was feeling his sticky cock. 'Mom,' he said, 'come on, shower.' He pointed to the bathroom, and rose from the bed. I saw the look in his eye that said he wanted it. I got up and followed him in. We had a great time in there; it sort of cemented the new relationship we had formed. I fingered and felt him every where, he did the same, and boy did I squeal when he jammed a finger into my rectum, I was facing the wall at the time, and could get off it. But then I just gave in, he wanted that? It was his, no question at all. When we dried each other off. I said to him. 'John, one last time baby, no one must find out darling?' 'You got it mom, no one, no one at all, I promise.' His kiss sealed the deal. We dressed and went downstairs after much feeling touching, kissing and cuddling; it was all beginning to feel as natural as it could be. The real test would be when his dad came home, how I would deal with looking at him, and thinking to myself. I have spent most of today having my brains fucked out by our son, your son Mike! But as it turned out everything went as usual, he was not as chatty as he usually was, but I never questioned him about it. John went out to meet his girlfriend Nikki, and I wondered if he would go through the same emotions as me? He told me later he did, but it went by too. The next day, I stayed in bed while Mike got ready and went to work. As soon as the door shut John was in bed with me. My pussy burst open like a flower in bright hot sunshine. Kissing me, his finger entered my hot pot, and I was up in the air. I wanted him in immediately, and he didn't disappoint. He fucked me with the same gusto as yesterday, it was heaven. He was as masterful as a man can be, he took complete control. I was more than happy with that. He could master me anytime was my honest opinion. Then the thought popped into my head. 'I want to suck you baby, I want to eat your cock, and drink your spunk!' I never said it, but I was going to do it, I again thought how it would be, sucking your own sons prick, and swallowing his balls into my open mouth? Wouldn't be much difference I thought, to him feeding on my nipples as he had when he had been a baby. This was electric; I loved giving in and in and in! We really were true lovers now, after making love, we loved, caressed, and held each other so tight, I told him of my love for him, and this. He reiterated the same to me. I went down on him for the first time, it was strange at first, knowing it was my baby's prick I was trying to get past my tonsils. But it developed into a real tongue lashing, I sucked him dry. The load he shot into me was dynamite, pure dynamite. And proudly, I never lost a drop, it all went lovingly down. After lunch, we went back to bed. And that's when I got fucked in my arse for the first of many times by him. He had got my baby oil from my dresser, and I knew as soon as I saw it in his hand, what he had in mind. I just turned over and raised my backside to him. He was so gentle; he was scared of hurting me. I was in love with his ways, his being. What a boy we had raised. I had to go back on the pill, such was our intensity of lovemaking, he was, and I was too, insatiable. I had been to my doctor, to ask about my sexual urgency. She told me it was hormonal, that I was heading early into the 'change', but it would pass and I would go back to 'normal' in time. That raised a laugh from me; she had no idea of what was, and what wasn't normal in my life now. John loved muffing me, I loved being under him, and attacking his prick as he attacked my feverish pussy, my climaxes were loud, full, and hard, sometimes I passed out from them. The hardest part for me came when; he had an arranged weekend away with Nikki. I hated him going with her, knowing she would be getting the benefit of his beautiful prick. But when he came back, I had had another surprising shock; Mike had been quiet for sometime now, withdrawn, in a quiet sort of way. He sat me down and gently told me that he was leaving me. He had formed a relationship with someone at work, and he had fallen in love with her. I was as shocked as I could be, but mixed in with the shock was glee. I would have John here all by myself, his older sister was at college. No more watching and waiting. He would share my bed with me. I told Mike, I was sorry that this had happened, but that I wouldn't stand in his way. He was happy I had taken it so well. He promised that he would support me, and not to worry. Have I Found Utopia? I helped him pack his things, I did my worrying wife bit, shed a tear or two, and stood at the door as he left. I cheered after his car pulled away, I was suddenly single, I could do what I wanted without having to worry about anything. 'Oh John my boy,' I thought, 'are you going to get a thumping when you get home my darling.' My fanny was in overdrive. He arrived home on the Sunday night, I dragged him straight upstairs, and we made love for most of the night, I got the battering my fanny needed, and hoped for. When we awoke in the morning the sun was streaming through the windows, as I told him about his dad. He was as shocked as I had been, but then he smiled, He knew, what I was, and had been thinking. His response was to force me onto my back, he got over me, pinned my arms with his knees. And then forced his prick into my mouth, I muffled a short protest. But he didn't allow it. 'Chew it, suck it, and eat it!' he ordered me. He yanked my hair, rearing my head up and further on his glistening prick. I did as told, nothing was going to stop this, I went at it as if I had been shot from a canon. He came after a while, his spunk overflowed from my mouth, but I got most of it. Then came the biggest shock of all, it turned me upside down. 'You know about me and Nikki mom, don't you?' he said. 'Know what baby?' I asked. 'That we, erm well, you know mom?' Yes baby, I know.' 'Well, we have talked, and what you don't know is that she likes girls as well, she loves me, but she likes girls too?' 'Wow John, that's a stunner, bit like her really?' I said, and laughed. 'Yes mom, she is.' He murmured. 'And...' I asked, waiting for more info. 'Well, she is having to leave home because of her dad, they don't get on, and she's asked me if she can move in here for a while?' Now I was proper stunned. I had been on the brink of having John to myself, and now this. 'But John, what about us?' I said. 'She understands, and as I said, she likes girls, and she loves you mom, you know that, what do you think?' 'WHAT!' I was amazed, not sure if I actually knew where this conversation was going. 'Am I guessing what you are saying John, she loves me? Are you saying, what I think you are saying?' 'No, really mom, she wants to talk to you, that's all.' 'But John, I have never even contemplated things like that.' I told him, I was lying too. 'Well,' he told me, 'she thinks you are, she told me you are up for it, spotted the signs is what she said. She can tell these things, and she's sure she's right, and mom, she nearly always is.' I was about to learn how clever and manipulative my son was. 'And she is beautiful, isn't she mom, even you have told me that, and that you think she is real sexy?' He said. 'Yes, she is everything you say, and yes, I have said that too.' I admitted, 'but John, I can't do that, not even for you, I'm sorry baby, but the answer is no.' 'Well, she is coming here tonight already; I told her it would be okay.' He said. 'And mom, there's one more thing, I told her about me and you, I had to, I can't lie to her, can I mom?' Stunned is another emotion that went through me. What I didn't know was that, I was going to be unable to resist John, he would have me over a barrel, and that I would consent and give in, again! My almost permanent itch was going to get all the scratching it would even need, and very soon. Nikki came, and John made himself scarce, we made small talk. Then she said. 'Has John mentioned anything to you Kit?' 'Yes Nikki, he has, and I'm not very happy about all this either,' I told her. I don't know where you've got this idea about me from?' 'No, I don't suppose you are overly pleased?' she said. 'But John and I have discussed it fully, I love him Kit, I really do, with all my heart, other wise, I wouldn't have let him talk me into this!' That was another bombshell! 'Let him talk you into this? Talk you into what? Is all this, his idea Nikki?' I was gobsmacked. 'Yes, he is a bit of a devil isn't he?' and giggled. But I'm sure you know that already? He really knows how to handle us doesn't he?' she laughed softly. She obviously knew more than she was letting on, it seemed to me, she knew everything! 'Oh my God Nikki, you know about us? 'He really has told you about us?' I asked incredulously. 'How do you feel about things like that, me and him for instance?' I asked quietly. 'I wasn't very happy at first,' she said, 'but he's convinced me, he loves me as much as he loves you, but what am I to do, if I want to keep him?' Then she hit me with another hammer blow. 'What will you do to keep him Kit Mmmm? What will you do?' she asked me pointedly. Now I was stumped! I had never thought of such an equation. 'Are you saying I might lose him to you, if I don't play ball, and say yes Nikki?' I said in disbelief. 'Maybe,' she said breathily. She put her arm around me to comfort me; I felt her hot breath on my neck. I had been close to a girl at school, but no one knew of that brief dalliance. 'Where is John Nikki? I think we need to talk.' I said a little heatedly. 'He'll be back later,' she whispered, she was moving in on me. I was beginning to feel like a rabbit in headlights. She was sat right up against me now, I hadn't noticed, but she was. And her arm was around my waist and hips, her other hand was now on my knee, slowly moving around. Her breath! Ooooh, it was such a sweet smell, and was washing over my face and neck. I shivered, I daren't look at her. My pussy was going into over drive again; I was dead in the water. It could smell relief from a thousand miles! 'Nikki,' I bleated quietly. 'Yes Kit?' 'Please?' I whispered. 'Don't worry Kit, I'm going to.' She said. 'Going to do what?' I asked woodenly. 'Please you,' she whispered into my neck, her lips touched me. I felt a ripple of orgasm run through my fanny, there was nothing I could do anymore, my pussy was in command now! Her free hand ran up my leg, up my body and cupped a tit, my nipple got squeezed and rolled, and I was under. Drowned in a sea of passion I hadn't felt since that day at school in the gym with Sally. Nikki pulled me backwards into the sofa, where she got her mouth in front of mine; I was now breathing her breath. Her fingers were devastating my nipples and me along with them. There was no way I could ever resist this now, I was a goner! Her beautiful big dark brown eyes turned my insides out! Her wonderfully arched brows seemed to quiz me. High cheekbones loomed into my view. Her full pouty lips were waiting for me, enticing me, luring me in. I went, all the way, it was like falling into a bottomless pit, from which I was to have no escape. 'Nikki,' I bleated one final time, before my capitulation became complete. I am a 40 year old mother of two, Sheila is now married and living away. And here I was being seduced like a young girl for the first time. Just the way Sally had done, all those years ago. I couldn't reconcile the rocket like strength of what was happening. Nikki had been right; she somehow had known that I still had latent lesbian tendencies. Her lips closed on mine, I felt a shockwave of power and emotion sweep from her and into me. I found myself leaning sideways onto the sofa, and down onto my back. Gone! She adjusted her to me, her fingers were undoing my blouse, I actually raised my backside so she could get at the zip on my skirt. I was summarily being divested of my clothes, along with my will. Now I was the willing flower in her garden, wanting, and needing the sustenance that she would offer me, feed me, and grow me. Why had I not let myself go down this route all my life, I would still have been the same person, but life's fulfilment would have been mine. Now there was flesh on flesh, we were becoming intertwined. Nikki was in the driving seat, she showed the way, I was the excited follower. Her finger tips were driving my nipples to distraction. Then she moved to my urgent fanny, her soft hands found me, I blew up in an amazing explosion of passion and lust, and arousal and then sublime satisfaction as my orgasm rode the waves around my quivering body. She hadn't stopped kissing me, or I her. My own hands were roaming her soft tender parts, I got her clit between my fingers, and she grunted and gruffed into my mouth as her own explosion took place. We were both happy and loving. Settling into each other, we rested, in a kind of way, both of us toying with each others bits; it was so gratifying, to look into another woman's eyes after all these years. I was a part of this now, whatever John and she decided, it would be good enough for me. Arms legs and lips interlocked, love had descended on me again, I had fallen out of love with my husband, fallen in love with my son John, my flesh and blood. Now here I was falling in love with his girlfriend. Who later, would become his wife? 'Come on Kit, let's go to bed okay?' she murmured. 'What about John?' I asked. 'Don't worry lover, he'll know where to find us,' she laughed loudly, and dragged me behind her. I started to pick up our clothes, but she stopped me. 'Let John find those, it will please him no end, to know where, and why we are.' She giggled. I dropped them and up the stairs we went arm in arm. We tumbled into bed, Nikki then blew my brains out by reaching into my side table and bringing out, and putting on a strap on double ended dildo! 'Nikki!' I protested, 'what's that doing in there? And what do you think...' I stopped speaking, it was obvious what it was doing in there, and it was more even obvious, what she intended doing with it! She was going to do me! 'Nikki, please?' I whispered, as I moved away across the bed. 'Now now Kit, don't be silly, just you get your lovely pussy over here, and I'll show you heaven. Now!' she ordered. I slid hesitantly back towards her, she kissed me, felt me and I was up in the air again. My pussy was hollering for it to be scratched, and scratched fucking good. Then she was over me, and the dildo filled me, it was different to John's super cock, but it felt so spongely terrific. To be in arms as soft and as encircling as hers was just so good. Nikki beat me half to death with it, I shot juice out of me like a fountain, and Nikki was the same, making me cum, made her cum just as much. I awoke hours later to find myself between her and John; he had come back, found us and got into bed. I felt so safe, wonderfully happy, and protected; nothing could ever take this away, nothing! The pills the doctor had given me finally worked, my urgent desperate need for cock waned, but it never took away my desire for John or Nikki, nothing would ever be able to dissipate that! Later that year we moved home, and now we live together as the happiest of families. I have my son, I have Nikki, and they have me. And now I am the proudest and most loving grandmother on the planet, to two gorgeous boys. And John and his wife are the proudest of parents.