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  Rating:
      Explicit
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  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Relationship:
      Original_Female_Character/Original_Male_Character
  Character:
      Original_Male_Character(s), Original_Female_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Mother-Son_Relationship, Cheating, Sex, Creampie, Silent_Protagonist,
      Original_Fiction, Parent/Child_Incest, Incest, Spanking, Flirting, Doggy
      Style, Dirty_Talk, Asphyxiation, Missionary_Position, Riding
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      Published: 2017-09-24 Updated: 2018-01-03 Chapters: 4/? Words: 9809
****** Mother Knows Best ******
by NoMoralsOrMorale
Summary
     While she loves her husband, her son is just so much better in the
     sack. That would be a problem, except for the fact that she doesn't
     mind having him on the side. It's their little secret. Original Work
     - Just trying out something new.
***** Another Late Night Intrusion *****
 
The door creaked open, light from the hallway flooding into the unlit room. The
figure in the doorway slowly stepped inside, knocking the door closed behind
her with her foot. She took slow strides towards the bed where a boy slept. He
had not woken up from her entrance, he must’ve been very tired. Regardless, she
didn’t feel bad about waking him up.
Taking a seat on the side of his bed, her hands gripped a shoulder each and
slowly shook. It took a few seconds, but eventually his eyes cracked open in a
daze. He groaned, bringing himself awake gradually, moving his arms to prop
himself up.
Her lips turned to a sly smile, her hands gripping the arms of the tired boy.
“Your dad is asleep.” She whispered sensually, moving her lips right beside his
ear. The boy shuddered to the sound of her low, hushed voice.
His eyes found hers in the darkness, her body slowly climbing over her son’s
body. She lifted one of her thick thighs to straddle his crotch, only dressed
in shorts. She donned a nightgown, one that could be claimed to be for midnight
adventures rather than visiting her son’s room, but to her, it was practically
one in the same.
“Your father got me all riled up, then fell asleep on his own.” She rolled her
eyes, her tongue running over her bottom lip. “So I guess it’s your job again.
You  always  satisfy me.”
Her fingers slowly ran down her nightgown, over the voluptuous body she often
teased him with when his father wasn’t around. Moving over the curves of her
breasts, the slight imperfections of her stomach, right down to her large
thighs. Curling her fingers up, she bunched up her nightgown and gradually
lifted it upwards, revealing more and more of the body she occasionally gifted
her son.
He watched intently, taking in the sight he loved so much. On the nights where
he didn’t see this, he craved it to the point of exhausting his imagination.
And she knows it. She loves it.
The nightgown rose over her head, her breasts bare and exposed. Not to mention
the rest of her naked body straddling the suddenly appearing bulge in his
shorts. A slight grind forward made his limbs quiver as she bit into her lower
lip. “Please, son. Fuck your mother till she cums.”
He nodded, already feeling short of breath just from the slight alone. His
hands slithered down his body to hook his thumbs around the waistline of the
shorts, lowering them, squeezing the shorts beneath her to release his erection
she’d created.
It didn’t take longer than three seconds for her hands to already be running up
and down the long shaft. “Now, this is much better than what I had to deal with
earlier.” She lifted herself up onto her knees and used her hand to position
his cock. She liked to take control, it was her duty as his mother.
Inhaling, she lowered herself downwards, taking in the cock of her son. “O-
Ooooh... You have no idea how hard it is to act like his son’s cock isn’t
better.” She grinned, pushing her hands down against his chest as her thighs
made contact with his pelvis. Taking in his entire cock, she found herself
smiling as wide as possible.
“You’re a good son.” She purred, lifting herself up again, dropping down and
feeling the shocks of pleasure ravage through her body. “A-And I’ve been
needing this cock in me!” She kept up her riding motions, letting his cock hit
her deepest parts as her eyes rolled back with ease. Even a woman with as much
sexual experience with her couldn’t handle her own son’s cock with ease.
His hands gripped her thighs, feeling the warmth of his mother, not just in his
palms, but all over his fat cock. Her pussy felt like it was squeezing down on
him, trying desperately to drain him and take his seed, but he wouldn’t allow
himself to cum until his mother finishes first.
The hands on his chest began to claw at him, feeling her head go blank with
each bounce on his cock. Her own son was bringing him closer to climax, much,
much faster than her own husband did. Her son hit all the right spots, his cock
was perfect for her. She tried not to drool, but couldn’t help it as small
drops of saliva ran down her chin while her body kept running on autopilot,
constantly wanting more of his cock.
“O-O-Oh God!” She cried out to the ceiling, almost hoping that her husband
wasn’t awake, but she didn’t exactly care about that anymore; her son’s cock
was the only thing she currently cared for. “You’re going to… M-Make me cum!”
She gasped, her nails digging into his skin as her thighs shook violently.
“Yes! Make me cum! Make me c-Ahhh!”
Her body almost went completely limp, only one hand holding her up from falling
onto her son. Her entire lower body was shaking and feeling the full brutal
force of an orgasm brought upon by her own flesh and blood. He was solely
focusing on her, the faces of pure bliss she made, the quivering hands and
thighs, and the intense tightness she still had gripping his cock inside of
her.
“-uck! Fuck!” Her large breasts caught his eye as they bounced in front of him,
throwing her head back as she was beginning to recover from the overpowering
pleasure and exhaustion of an orgasm. She tried her best to continue fucking
him, wanting to make her own son climax too. She didn’t want to have woken her
son just to make herself cum, that wasn’t fair.
She sped up, her body still trying to stabilise itself, but she was powering
through it. “Mmm…” She was starting to sweat, but she knew they wouldn’t be
going for much longer, the cock deep within her throbbing as the pleasure began
to make itself known.
“Oh… Cum, my son.” She bit harder into her lip, almost making herself bleed as
she got more and more excited at the thought of her son’s orgasm. The slapping
sounds of their sex became louder, yet she wasn’t going to stop until he was
finished. “You know you crave it, so cum.”
Almost as if on queue, his cock shuddered powerful, long spurts of cum poured
into the older woman as she bathed in the warmth flooding her. It wasn’t a
small amount either, he surely had been saving it up for the next time she
snuck into his bedroom like tonight. She slowed to a halt, resting on his cock
as she felt his fluids inside of her shift freely. “You know…” She spoke up
with a slowly growing, sly smile, much like earlier. “I think we forgot the
condom.”
She didn’t seem worried, she just giggled. Pulling herself off of him and
putting her nightgown back on. “Thanks for the wonderful night. There’s a
reason you’re my favourite person.”
He just stayed where he was, feeling exhausted, but so damn pleased. He always
liked his mother’s night surprises.
***** Mother’s Day *****
Chapter Notes
     Here's another chapter. I hope you guys liked the first, because I
     personally like this one even more. Let me know what you think!
 The youngest member of the household was the only member still actually inside
the household, the living room he lazily rested in lit up only by a television
set. It blared on about amazing sales and show reminders before returning to
the cartoon that was suppose to be airing. He wasn’t really watching it, at
least, not intently. He was waiting for the main woman in his life to return
home; his mother.
Some may call that sad, but if those people knew the ins and outs of their
relationship, they’d likely settle on the word twisted instead.
His mother and father had been out all day, celebrating Mother’s Day on a day
trip out to a spa and massage parlor. Some would say that Mother’s Day was for
the children to celebrate the mothers in their lives, but his father wanted to
celebrate too, which was fair, he thought.
They’d been gone since the morning, he only managed to get up in time to see
them off. She claimed they’d be back by six at the latest. Nearing nine, he was
starting to get a little concerned, but the cartoons on the screen distracted
him from thought.
Shortly after the next ad break, the door handle jiggled as the lock turned,
clicking and letting the front door open. His mother wandered in first, the
keys in her hand, while his father slowly sauntered through the living room,
his head swaying back and forth recklessly.
“Hi darling, I’ll talk to you in just a moment, I need to put your father to
bed.” She smiled, clearly pretending not to be a little agitated. “He’s had a
bit  too much to drink tonight.” Helping him along, his mother disappeared into
the darkened hallway of the house. He could hear her helping him into bed,
followed by the door closing behind her.
Soon enough, she emerged from the dark and sat down beside her son on the
couch. Without a word, she took off her black cardigan, leaving her upper half
only in a button up shirt, and he assumed a bra. “Sorry about that. After
leaving the spa, he wanted to celebrate with drinks. I think he forgot that I
had to drive so  he  drank and I watched for about two or three hours.” She
rolled her eyes with great exaggeration, something she was known for.
Her son just laughed and let his eyes slowly leave the TV screen in front of
him, drifting to his right. Seeing his mother bathed in moonlight wasn’t
exactly uncommon, but lately, it was most common when something more intimate
would occur. His heart began to speed up at just the thought.
“Anyway, how was your day?” She asked, staring at him too. In each other’s eyes
they knew they could never  just  be mother and son again, but they could
certainly be it when they needed to - which was most of the time.
He shrugged, realising at that moment that he had done almost nothing the
entire day, but wait for her return. It was  her  day after all, Mother’s Day,
yet she’d been gone since the sun rose.
She just nodded to his shrug, she could tell what he was thinking; perhaps it
was mother’s intuition. “But, y’know… I didn’t get to spend any time with my
boy today. That’s pretty much the point of the day too! Am I a bad mother, or
what?” She laughed, brushing her shoulder length hair back a bit. “At least we
still have tonight.” Her words continued, and her tone had begun to slightly
change. Most people wouldn’t be able to pick up on it, but he could. Her words
sounded… Inviting.
“And you know what?” Her voice lowered to a whisper. Even though the television
was booming, her words were crystal clear in his ears. His gaze deepened in
hers as her lips parted to answer her own question. “You still haven’t given me
a present.”
The slight giggle his own mother made at the end of that sentence sent thrills
up his arms, down his legs, and right to the point she wanted it to affect.
She moved along the couch, digging her knee into the cushion on his left, and
swinging her other knee to attack the cushion on his right. His mother was
sitting on his lap, strands of hair hanging down in front of her eyes as she
looked down at him, eyes like a predator. She lowered her head right to his
cheek and left a quick kiss, making sure saliva marked his skin. As her lips
passed by his cheek, they approached his ear. “I think I know what I want as
well.” His head felt light as his own mother gave him words that he never
thought she’d utter to him a year ago. “Do you want to give it to me?”
He nodded dazedly, his hands slowly moving up her thick thighs, still dressed
in her jeans from the ending day. Her lips travelled back around until their
lips met. She immediately made the kiss deeper, pushing down on him until his
head hit the couch cushions behind. Her tongue pressed into his mouth and
greeted with his. She had a lot more skill than him, having far more years of
experience behind her. At times, he got jealous of his father getting this
whenever he wanted.
As their lungs began to empty, she slowly withdrew. Saliva kept them connected
for moments longer, the strings between their lips and tongue breaking one by
one. “I’m sorry, darling, but like always, we have to rush the foreplay. We
don’t want your dad to find us, even if he is as drunk as a sailor.” He nodded,
wishing that one day, he could get the full experience of his mother in action,
but he couldn’t complain as she pushed off the couch and began unbuttoning her
shirt down until the second to last button. “That should do.” She winked.
The shirt still rested on her shoulders, barely, but gave enough room for her
large bust to be freed, once she got rid of her own bra, that is. He admired
his mother’s breasts, while she was an older woman by the standards of anyone
his age, her tits still had plenty of youth to them.
Almost timidly, he reached out to feel them. She stepped closer to make it
easier for him. They were soft in his palms as he caressed them with care. Each
time his fingers brushed over her erect nipples, she’d hold back a gasp. They
weren’t extremely sensitive, but that didn’t mean they didn’t feel good.
While he did all that, she took her time in unbuttoning her jeans, then
wriggling them down by swinging her hips. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that
he enjoyed the grown bodies of older woman by this point. Once the jeans
dropped, he got to see the panties she donned for the day, and they weren’t
just a usual pair, in fact, he hadn’t seen them before. Lingerie. Lacey and
revealing. Whoever massaged her today probably got to see a lot of her.
She stood up straight, removing his privilege of having two handfuls of her
generous bust, but gave him the sight of her ass; a sight that surely made his
pants tighter. The lace panties seemed thinner from behind, showing off the
shapely nature of her hips and ass. Bending forward, her thumbs dipped under
the waistline of her panties and began to pull, making sure her son got quite
the show.
Seeing her from behind like this gave him no choice but to start touching
himself. It was too good, and his desires had grown too strong. His hands
roamed over the painful bulge until he wanted more. Her swaying hips, the
wetness he managed to see in the dim light on her thighs, and the heart-
pounding shape of her body left him needing to pull down his shorts.
“I’m waiting~” She sang, dropping her hands to keep herself bent over the
coffee table. She wanted him now, in this position, in the living room. He
couldn’t say no to that. His father was surely asleep, far too drunk to stay
awake.
Her son got to his feet and placed a hand on her ass, his other hand gripping
his base to line it up. As he pressed his tip against her pussy, she bit into
her lip. “I’ve been wanting this present all day!” His hips pushed forward
enough to penetrate her with just the head of his cock. A pleasurable shiver
ran its way down her spine. “Mm…”
He moved his hand onto the other side of her hips, and slowly pushed forward
further. Each inch that found its way deeper inside of her caused her mouth to
drop more and more. She knew her son was bigger, but she didn’t know exact
measurements at all. Maybe a couple inches, but when he was completely inside
of her, it felt like double. He hit the deepest parts that her husband could
never hit, and that drove her mind wild. A feeling she continued to long for
until her and her son were alone.
She still loved her husband dearly, and still enjoyed sex between them, but
sometimes she just needed to feel that electricity deep within her again. She
managed to close her mouth just in time to stop drool from escaping as her son
pulled back and thrusted again, his hands keeping her mostly in place. The
large breasts that hung between her arms bounced with his powerful thrust.
Each time he found his pelvis banging into her ass, she would tense up. Her
most sensitive points being assaulted by waves of unrelenting pleasure and
satisfaction.
The sound of their skin slapping together became louder in their living room,
but the television managed to drown out most of the noise. What the television
failed to drown out was her voice. “C-Come on… Keep fucking me, son!” Her words
were breathy and heavy, her mature voice gaining a slight playful attitude. “H-
Ha-Harder!” She gasped, he complied. His fingers dug themselves into her hips,
really achieving a good grasp before more or less stopping his own hips, and
forcing her hips to fuck him. He stood still as his arms pulled and pushed her
on and off his cock again and again. This felt a lot rougher to her, her head
bobbing up and down recklessly. “Oh f-fuck!” She practically shouted. The shout
likely reached her bedroom, but she didn’t care at this point. It had been
years since her husband had been so rough with her. It felt good.
It felt really good.
She wanted more.
Yet, she stopped him. As he came to a halt, she made sure he didn’t pull out.
She looked over her shoulder and gave him a rather dopey smile, definitely on a
sex high. “Remember when you... Were just a boy… I had to spank you from time
to time for being  naughty …” She was out of breath, but he could make out her
words well enough. “Well… I think it’s time for you to get your payback…” She
winked before turning back towards the television she’d been facing before. She
gave him the go ahead to continue fucking her. The go ahead for him to continue
fucking his own mother. It gave him thrills, no doubt about that.
His hands forced her back against his pelvis, her sizable ass rippling to his
aggressive movement. Her eyes rolled back in an instant before one hand
released its grip on her hip and raised upwards before coming back down with
strength behind it. His hand hit her right cheek directly, causing a loud sound
to echo through the house. She gasped and held back noises as redness already
began to appear. “Fuck…”
The same hand immediately rose back up, casting a shadow on the wall behind
them from the bright television light. She anticipated it, but bracing for it
was hard to do when a thick cock is reaching your deepest areas.
It came down and released another alarming slap to rattle the household. It was
stupid to be doing this. Her husband and his father were home, and they were
just playing with fire.
The redness had grown, and the pain was stinging in the best way possible. She
wasn’t much of a masochist, but she did enjoy the occasional rough play, and
having this be her son’s first time doing such a thing, she was more than
excited by it.
He smacked her ass a few more times, then switched hands, all the while
pounding her from behind until her knees weakened and an orgasm began to brew
deep within her. “Oh fuck… Y-Yes… Spank me… Spank your mother…” She was
completely out of breath, her ass was a deep red, and her body was drowning in
ecstasy.
Her son wouldn’t let up until she came. The sounds caused his father to stir in
his sleep, but the black out drunk man wouldn’t wake that easily tonight. She
was drooling on the table, her hands too weak to hold her upper body anymore.
Her breasts pressed into the coffee table and her hair dishevelled. Her ass was
sore, but she was loving how far her son would go to obey her, even if she was
in the position of who would usually be considered the masochist.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop!” She spat wildly, seeing
her son’s reflection in the window that they forgot about, luckily it mostly
faced a fence. Watching her son behind her, punishing her ass and fucking her
with the biggest cock she’d ever taken, she was on cloud nine.
Then her orgasm came to make sure she’d remember this night. It was strong,
making her entire body shudder, causing her vision to go black and tongue to
loll out. She was making moans and unique sounds that he’d never heard her make
before. He wondered if his father had ever heard them too.
Her orgasm made her cunt tighter, embracing his cock with the passionate desire
to release his cum inside of her. Originally, they used a condom, but the whole
reason she fucked her son was for the pleasure, so why would they not feel the
best they could and fuck completely raw?
She was panting like a dog as her wetness travelled rapidly down her legs and
left spots on the carpet. He stopped spanking her abused ass as his orgasm
followed soon after his mother’s. He held onto her hips to stop his knees from
buckling as an overwhelming rush from within released from his thick cock and
flooded his mother’s womb. She felt it too judging by the gasp and quickly
succeeding moan. Her current open mouth curved into a bizarre smile, saliva
coating her lips and chin. Her son had made a right mess of her tonight.
“Ah… Ah… Boy, you sure came a lot… I can really feel it in me…” She sighed,
falling limp on the table. He slowly pulled out of her, to which she whined
quietly like a child. She seemed to forget who the adult is here. After
shuffling his pants and briefs back up, he collapsed back on the couch.
His mother gradually got up too, pulled up the lingerie panties and stepped out
of her jeans on the floor. She curled up on the couch, placing her head on his
lap and giggled. Her orgasmic high made her quite a bit different from her
usual self, but he liked it. It was something very few people got to see; he
should never have seen it as well, but here he was.
“You’re incredible.” She whispered, kissing the crotch of his pants her head
was resting against. “I needed that after dealing with your father for the past
three hours…” She stared up at her son for a moment longer and gave him a large
smile.
“Thanks for the wonderful Mother’s Day present.” She cooed, her hand running
over her stomach and onto the lacey valley between her thick thighs, rubbing
ever so gently to prove her appreciation. “This is my favourite present yet. I
wonder what you’ll give me next year.” The words left her mouth with a common
teasing tone.
The two of them sat in silence for a short passing moment before she spoke
again. “I’ll leave you to think about that, darling. I need to shower, maybe
you could think about that too~” She kissed his cheek and rolled off the couch,
scooping up her jeans, bra and cardigan as she moved towards the hallway. Even
in the darkness, he could see the redness he’d smacked into her ass, swaying
provocatively as she walked away. He certainly had a lot to think about
tonight.
***** Early Relaxation *****
Chapter Notes
     And here is the next chapter! Hope you enjoy this one, as I hope you
     enjoyed the previous. Let me know what you think so far!
 
School was over for the day; it had been for the last half hour as he returned
home. Locking the front door behind him, he lazily began his routine of putting
his things back in their places until tomorrow. Bag by the closet, workbooks on
the desk, earphones on the bedside table; the usual. He changed out of his
uniform to wash it, slipping into his casual lounging clothes. Once that was
all done and dusted, he slunk into the living room and turned on the
television.
Slouching on the sofa, he grabbed a controller for his gaming console and
watched it start up. His daily routine would have him continue whichever game
he was in the middle of playing previously. Loving a story that engrossed him,
he would play just about anything that would do just that. But only after
playing for fifteen minutes, the door handle on the front door began shaking
violently.
His heart rate spiked as the first thought was a robbery, but instead, the door
flung open and his mother stood on the other side. “Stupid key…” She muttered,
shoes clunking on the tiled floor by the door, stepping inside and letting the
door slam behind her, locking it again. It took her a few seconds to realise
her son was home, sitting in the living room with a controller in his hands and
eyes staring right at her.
“Oh, sorry darling.” She smiled softly, but he could tell she wasn’t exactly
happy today. “How was school?” Asking him, she leant on the back of the couch
and jiggled her high-heels off, dropping them behind the couch and stretching
her legs and feet.
He replied half-heartedly, giving a usual response most teenagers would give
their mothers about that topic. She nodded, not pushing any further. Her son
was curious though. It was only four in the afternoon, and she wouldn’t
normally finish until five. Bringing up the question, his mother rolled her
eyes and started her reply with a heavy sigh. “I’ve had such a shit day that I
snuck out early. My boss has been up my ass all day about this and that, not
giving me any room to breathe.”
The mentioning of her ass brought back a few memories of a couple nights ago,
blood beginning to pump through his body. “Not to mention how hot it is today,
and the AC is broken in the office. It’s ridiculous in there!” He listened
closely. That was one of his best attributes, being a wonderful listener.
His eyes then noticed her smirk. “And, you know… I was hoping you’d be home…”
Her voice changed its tone like it always did. She was breathing heavily, eyes
giving him a certain look that, at least to him, was indescribable. “I  really
need to relax. That massage has already gone to waste, but the most relaxing
thing I can think of, is right here.”
And there it was, bending over the back of the couch, her hand slid down his
covered chest to his stomach, stopping right before his lap. “Coming home an
hour early can have more perks than usual nowadays.” She whispered sensually.
He had to make a confession. His mother’s work attire had always turned him on.
The white button-up (like she wore on the weekend), but with the black pencil
skirt that ended around her knees. It may have been a crime to hide her thighs
so well, but it made it even better to see what was underneath.
“Your father shouldn’t be home for about an hour so how about it, son? Do you
want to fuck me?” Her words directly trickled into his ear, she could already
see his lounging pants pitching a tent. “I think that’s a yes~”
Her hands left his chest and stomach as she stepped around the couch and
crashed down next to him. “But because I’m  so exhausted  from work, I’ll also
need the support of the couch.” Her joking smile shined, but he knew she wasn’t
going to bend over for him like the other day. He didn’t mind, she normally
rode him anyway, so he knew he should give back a little more.
His mother rolled up her skirt to let him see her wondrous thighs and the
extremely soft panties she donned beneath. “Take them off for me, darling.” Her
words instructed him, and he followed so obediently. His hands ran over her
warm thighs, feeling as much as he could before moving around to hook his
fingers around the fabric and pull towards him. The valley he loved so much
became clear before his very eyes. There was a small amount of her wetness
dripping down her skin that he noticed, his lower half feeling excited too.
“You don’t have to stare so much. You might even make your own mother self-
conscious!” She laughed, her right foot tapping his thigh playfully. He nodded
awkwardly, moving the fabric until one leg slipped out. He left it simply
hanging on her left foot until she kicked it off, landing who knows where.
His casual lounging clothes were simply a light t-shirt and sweatpants, and now
he realised she was about to find out he never wore underwear after school. He
didn’t mind too much at the moment, it just meant quicker access.
He grabbed either side of his soft pants and nonchalantly shoved them
downwards. To his mother’s delight, his already erect cock sprung out right
before her eyes. She was sure she could feel herself getting wetter just from
the sight of it. “Oh come on, son… Hurry up before your father gets home.” He
nodded again, his hands holding her thick thighs apart as he stepped closer to
her warm valley.
The tip of his cock barely brushed over her wet pussy and she was already
shivering with joy. He spent a few seconds lining it up, but his eyes desired
to watch his own mother’s expression as he penetrated her. Just pressing the
head in, his mother’s lower lip quivered as she inhaled sharply, her eyes
looking straight at him too.
Pushing in a little bit further, her arms tensed, nails scratching the couch.
He moved in just another inch and let his head move closer to his mother’s. He
stopped for a moment, just to adjust his weight distribution so he wasn’t
putting too much of himself against his mother, but just that moment of pause
was enough to make her beg. “M-More…” It sounded meek, odd for his mother, but
she seemed as though she’d been longing for this all day. Perhaps, ever since
the weekend.
He complied and let his cock fill her pussy right to its limit. She gasped, her
thighs tensing like her arms. “Shit, I swear you keep getting bigger.” Her
words gave him a powerful boost in confidence, straightening himself as
beginning to develop a thrusting rhythm. “Ah, fuck…”
It didn’t take long for the wet slapping sounds to begin to ring in his ears
after every thrust. The couch was squeaking and occasionally moving backwards
as her hands left from the couch and quickly gripped his arms. That wasn’t all,
she pushed her head forward just a fraction to lock her son into a kiss. Not
just a kiss, but a messy kiss with poor aim. Saliva spread over their lips and
dripped down their chins. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, to which he
followed suit, but soon after she withdrew her tongue and closed her lips,
enveloping his tongue and slowly sucking as she pulled away. That alone made
him speed up with a large swelling of vigour from deep within.
She was panting, softly moaning her son’s name in between. Her tongue lolled
out as her eyes stared up at him, tears of pleasure welling up from the heated
excitement. She could feel sweat beading on the back of her neck, her body
reacting to his cock in all the right ways. He could tell she was getting
closer from the sudden tightness clamping down on his length. “Ah, ah… Son…
Fuck me…” Her panting was getting louder and louder as the pleasure from his
fat cock surged violently through her body.
“More! More!” She pleaded. “Make me cum!” Her words were much more than just
encouragement for him; they breathed life into his overwhelming thrusts. Her
pants and gasps gave him the confidence to let his mother have his all, and she
was brimming with ecstasy because of it.
Her toes curled as she suddenly wrapped her legs around her son’s waist,
keeping him close for as long as she needed him. He was more than fine with
this, this movement causing him to get even more passionate about this.
It was about this lust-filled point where she decided to let him in on one of
her favourite fetishes. It was something that she absolutely adored to do when
she was younger, having flings and living a rather promiscuous life before
settling down to make a family. It was extremely rare for her to bring this up
to her husband now, somewhat having sidelined it, but now her sex life was
brimming with new possibilities, she was far too excited to let it hide any
longer.
She had let him learn of her enjoyment of his hands against her ass, but there
was more to it than just spanking; she had a powerful kink for being punished.
Most sons would never want to hear about how their mother loves to be spanked
and whipped, choked and restricted, but she was positive that he’d be perfectly
happy finding that out.
With her blurry vision, she continued to stare at him, legs locked and body
feeling amazing. That’s when she told him what she wanted him to do. “Son,
choke me!” She cried out loudly, her body bucking just as she spoke as a
reaction to the brutal waves of pleasure drowning her body. Her son simply
looked at her, a touch hesitant. She kept her imperfect gaze upon him, her
supple thighs tightening around his hips. “Choke your mother… Please!”
Finishing with a gasp, he nervously nodded, unsure exactly how to go about
this, but he went for it. His hands found the warmth of her neck, fitting just
right beneath her chin and slowly applying pressure. The gradual limitation of
oxygen during such a demanding situation gave her stimulation unlike she’d felt
in a long time. Her body reacted as such by shuddering and shaking almost
violently after a minute of on and off choking.
Her head felt absurdly light, her body not getting what it needed, but getting
exactly what she wanted. “Oh, mmn…” She croaked out, tears beginning to fall
from the mind-numbing pleasure. He felt his cock begin to throb, signaling that
he was at his limit, however he would not cum before his own mother.
With her legs tensing and making for one final squeeze of his waist, she
attempted to gasp, failing miserably to do so. The small tears fluttering down
her cheeks were joined by more. Her chest shook as her body twisted against the
soft couch. She loved the image she was witnessing, her son deep inside of her,
arms like pillar wrapped snuggly around her throat as he panted, both knowing
he would soon fill her with his wonderfully hot cum. This sight made her orgasm
all the more paralysing.
Saliva coating her chin and hair a mess, her lower half quivered
uncontrollably. Her eyes rolled back as she found herself at the peak of her
climax. Her pussy gripped his cock to the point where it almost hurt, making
him feel impossibly large. To finish this experience off, she needed one final
thing; his seed.
Her hands slowly gripped his, pulling them gently away from her neck just for a
moment so she could speak. “Please…” Her mind was mostly blank at this point,
the only thoughts rushing through were about him, his amazing cock, and her
satisfaction. “Fill me up…”
She needed not to say another word as that tipped him over the edge, his body
trembling to the strength of his orgasm. His cock pulsated and made itself the
centre of attention as it began pouring his cum inside of his mother in large
spurts. It flooded towards her womb, bringing a sort of exciting warmth
directly where she  needed  it.
She almost squealed with how good it felt; how  right  it felt.
His thrusting slowed to a halt as he almost collapsed right onto his mostly
dressed, sweaty mother. Her legs were still wrapped around him and her arms
suddenly did the same, pulling him into an embrace. “What I would give to be
able to do this whenever I wanted.” She breathed right into his ear. He knew
she wouldn’t do ‘whatever’, but he had a feeling of empowerment rush through
him at that moment. An urge of dominance also made itself known to him.
His hands parted completely from her neck, hugging his mother the best he could
in her slumped posture. This simple cuddle lasted longer than either of them
anticipated, just regulating their hearts and feeling the passion they
surprisingly shared for one another in this twisted relationship of theirs.
They stayed like this for a good ten minutes, barely any words shared as they
simply smiled and felt each other’s warmth. During that time, his excitement
down below had returned to its normal size and their hearts had finally figured
out their normal pace.
Eventually he got to his feet and fixed up his pants. She struggled to get up
after being in such a position for a while, but once she did, she lightly
grabbed at the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer; really close. Her
forehead was almost touching his. He wasn’t sure if it would be a kiss, or
something else, but she just uttered a single question. “Did you enjoy choking
your own mother?”
His reply was simple. Yes.
Her coquettish smile tugged at his lust as she let her admiration of that
answer known. “Good to know.” Her eyes were clearly showing her desire for him
again already, but she knew she couldn’t act on it right now. “Well, I guess I
better freshen up for when your father gets home. I wonder if he’ll take me
tonight too~.” She loved teasing him, he knew that much. “Oh, but don’t worry!
I won’t just be thinking about him.” Her laugh echoed in his ears as she turned
towards the hallway. Just as she disappeared into the bathroom, the front door
handle began shaking. A curse was heard from the outside - due to the door not
unlocking properly - as the door finally opened. His father was home.
He knew nothing of what transpired only moments beforehand. It was for the best
to keep it that way.
The boy did manage to salvage a little souvenir from the ground, quickly before
his father noticed. A soft pair of his mother’s panties. Pocketing them
casually, he then awkwardly made his exit, disappearing to his own room until
dinner was ready.
***** A Pulled Pin *****
Chapter Notes
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 The girl stepped out of the house and waved a final goodbye before the door
shut behind her. As the clicking of the locked door sounded out, his mother
smiled in the kitchen. “So, that was your new girlfriend, huh? She seems nice
enough.” Her son nodded awkwardly, immediately trying to get out of the room
and retreat to his room to avoid any uncomfortable chatter with his own mother.
As he sped to his room, his mother was hot on his heels, not letting him shut
the door without letting her in first. His defeat was obvious, he knew his
mother wouldn’t let up without entry regardless.
“She’s cute. A real catch, kiddo.” His mother smirked, sitting down on his bed.
He chose to sit down at his desk. The fact that their sex had almost stopped
completely only a couple weeks after it had really started becoming commonplace
was what made things between them suddenly awkward. They had both been all for
it, but once a nice girl in his class confessed to him, he had to call it off
with his mother. It wouldn’t be right, and his mother accepted that. His mother
didn’t care about her, per se, it was more so that she cared about her son’s
feelings and respected that decision.
His mother lightly tousled her own hair and let herself fall down onto his bed.
“What did you two get up to today? Study? Oh, who am I kidding? I know what
teenagers get up to in their spare time.” She smirked, getting comfortable on
the mattress. The casual flowery dress she donned was beginning to ride up, but
she was clearly acting like she didn’t notice. “So, how was she? You can tell
me, right? We’ve gotten  pretty  comfortable with each other.” Her laugh was
cute;  ‘cuter than my girlfriend’s,’  he thought to himself.
“Her tits aren’t very big. Is that how you prefer them?” She outright said it.
His mother almost never spoke like this about anyone. It was strange…
Her hands rose up and played with her own breasts softly, pushing them up and
together. “I must’ve been a real disappointment then.” She pouted, provoking a
response from her son. He just didn’t want her to feel bad. The truth was, he
did prefer them bigger, but he wasn’t going to turn her down for something that
shallow. His new girlfriend was also rather short, so he could always hope
she’d get a growth spurt in two different areas.
“Oh, so you really do like mine.” His mother purred, rolling over to face him,
letting one of her straps slide down her arm. This didn’t reveal anything, but
it made her look all the more provocative. “Thanks for the confidence boost.”
Winking, she moved her arm beneath her bust, pushing them upwards again.
He looked away, staring at the wall in front of him. He feared that gazing upon
her too long would result in an unneeded tightness around his waist. “Anyway,
this isn’t about me! It’s about you, and her, getting it on~” She teased,
shifting her legs as she laid on her side. Her thighs separated as her dress
rose up just a tad higher, revealing more of her milky, bare thighs.
She watched her son gulp, a light sweat beginning to form over his neck and
along his brow. This sort of teasing is exactly what she wanted to do; and his
reaction is exactly what she hoped for.
“Was she better than me?” His mother smirked, the arm beneath her bust
readjusting just so her breasts would move again. He stayed silent and stiff,
the wall beginning to become very interesting. “Oh, come on! I know I’m teasing
you, but are you really not going to give me the gossip? I thought that’s the
least you could do after all we’ve been through.” She winked again, another
teasing tone.
She was somewhat right though, or at least that’s what he thought. However,
there was a different reason he was refusing to answer; more so, he felt
embarrassed to answer. Then it became clear to his mother, her eyes opening
wider and mouth creating an  O.
“You two didn’t do anything, did you?” She nodded to herself slowly. “Well,
that’s okay! I mean, you two haven’t been dating long at all, it was silly of
me to assume things like that. Maybe I was just a bit too forward when I was
your age.” It definitely sounded like she was trying to make her son feel
better about her ruthless teasing, and she was, but he was embarrassed about
something slightly different.
Then he told her. It was only a whisper, under his breath and facing a
different direction, but it was still clear to her. “You… Rejected her
advancements? Because you were thinking about me too much and it wasn’t fair on
her?” She repeated what he said in her own way, her mind taking in the
information and processing it as best as she could. She slowly rose off his
bed, taking to her feet. “That’s actually really respectable of you. I’m
proud.” She wrapped her arms around him from behind, leaning over the back of
the chair she’d walked to the rear of. “Not to mention, cute.”
Her following giggle send a strangely pleasant shiver down his spine. It
reminded him of when she talked sensually to him; something he missed greatly.
“So, you’ve been thinking about me too much, huh?” Her lips were practically
kissing his ear. “That’s rather naughty of you. I’m your mother, you know?” Her
mouth moved around to his other ear. “I suppose that’s my fault too, though.”
She confessed softly as her hands ran down his chest.
They moved down until his stomach, halting for she didn’t dare touch the
growing bulge in his jeans. Their sexual interactions had stopped out of
respect for him, but if he were to ask for her, she couldn’t deny her own son.
She never felt overly pleased with cheating on her husband, but she honestly
didn’t mind it too much if it were with her own son. He was an absolute
pleasure in bed, after all. However, she had to think about whether or not she
wanted her son to cheat on someone. After mulling it over late one night, she
decided as long as it was with her, it was okay.
Was this morally right? Of course not! Cheating is cheating, no matter who it’s
with. Not to mention, the family relation they share. Yet, she couldn’t help
but make the exception. The desires were too strong to ignore.
She kept her lips hovering around his ear, lightly tracing over his skin every
so often. His reactions were still stiff, but she could see him finding it hard
to resist. After half a minute passed in this one position, she felt enough was
enough and pushed away. She wasn’t going to force him into anything.
Straightening her back, she turned towards his bed again. Her plan was simply
to resume laying on his bed, but as she bent down to lie on the mattress, she
felt two hands wrap around her waist. Jumping upright, she lightly squeaked in
surprise. “Oh~? What’s gotten into you?” She muttered slyly.
His hands tightened as he pressed his face against her back. He was saying
something quietly, but she couldn’t quite hear. Something about teasing and
sexy was all she could make out. “Ah, well then. What do you want to do?”
He said one word, a little louder than before. You.
She couldn’t help but laugh at the somewhat cheesy, but  very  sexually charged
response. “I think I could help with that. But I do have two things to say,
darling. Firstly, your father is in the living room. There is only one very
thin wall between us. Is risking it worth it?” That question was actually more
towards herself than him, and even he knew it so his response was silence;
letting her think it over, but before that, she would ask him the second
question. “Are you sure you want to cheat on your girlfriend?”
This was a big question, a hefty thing to ask, but it was most certainly
necessary. If he did this, they’d both be cheating on someone with each other.
It was bad, but it felt so good. The more his mind thought about it, the more
he realised one sole thing. He needed his mother, more than ever. He had the
chance to take his girlfriend for the first time, yet because his mother’s
amazing body, cute sounds and overall eroticness was clouding his mind, he had
to turn her down for the day. He needed his mother, badly.
He responded with the obvious answer; a morally wrong one for sure. His hands
moved up to slowly grasp the large breasts that he’d been teased with only
moments ago. They felt so perfect in his hands, even with the dress in between.
Her mind was still thinking about the risk of having sex in broad daylight,
only a room away from her spouse. Sure, they’d had sex when they were in the
same house before, but it was either really late at night, or he was drunk as
hell. Plus, the only time in broad daylight was when he wasn’t home. This was
something new altogether.
Getting caught would mean widespread ruin across her whole life, not to mention
how her son would be treated from then on. So… Is it worth it? Her own question
coming back at her.
Her mind was far too foggy to think straight. She hadn’t had decent sex since
the last time she’d been with her son, and now the opportunity was back, she
was finding it hard to say anything but ‘Hell yes!’
She spun around, hands holding her son’s face and body before her lips
descended upon his. The kiss was so sudden, yet immediately intense, like both
parties had been craving it for years. It felt right and entirely natural.
Thoughts of his rather new girlfriend disappeared without a trace as her tongue
pushed apart his lips and meeting with his.
As the kiss began to get deeper, her grasp on his body pulled him closer as she
moved back, purposefully falling onto his bed. While he didn’t expect the fall,
he didn’t let it faze him, their lips staying locked as his body pressed up
against his mother’s voluptuous body, clad in a thin dress.
He moved his arms to lift himself up slightly, relieving pressure off of his
mother, not letting her lips or tongue move from his. Spreading her legs, she
made sure he was kneeling between her thighs before moving her legs around him,
making sure he couldn’t get anywhere but closer.
Their bodies were intertwined as their saliva managed to escape their lips.
Things were already messy morally, and they were just getting messier
physically. Although, despite how rapidly things were moving, that question
still persisted in her mind.
Regardless, she kept going forward, her hands gripping his shirt and forcefully
pulling it off, having to break their kiss only for a moment. She nearly
damaged the shirt, but that was the least of their worries. Hands immediately
moving to fondle his chest, she moaned into the kiss, feeling his hands
violently forcing up her dress further.
Both realised they didn’t have much time for fooling around - like always - so
they couldn’t be leisurely about this. Moving her sundress up to her stomach,
he felt around her panties, feeling a wetness already. His mother really wanted
him, just how much was getting more and more obvious too.
The kiss broke once more as he began fumbling with his jeans. She watched him
as she gazed at their position and cracked a wide smile. “You know, I can’t
help but fall in love with this sight every time.” The question about whether
or not she wanted to go through with this still rung clear in her head, but
with each passing second, it seemed less likely to get a concise and vivid
answer.
Is this worth it? The risk, the reward. The consequences. Having him only a
room away was what made this all the more terrifying. Her husband was the kind
of man to burst into a room whenever he wanted to, whether it was to share a
random piece of trivia he found out about, or if he needed to know where the
television remote was. That made it scary, he wasn’t currently preoccupied.
“Is this… Worth it?” She muttered quietly to herself, just quiet enough that
her son couldn’t hear. His jeans unzipped and his briefs were pushed down. Out
sprung his impressive erection and immediately pressed against her panties. His
mother gasped, her hands leaving small scratches over his chest.
He slowly moved her panties to one side, knowing full well this needed to be
done  now  if it were to ever happen. His head pressed against her pussy,
gradually thrusting inwards. Her walls were forced to spread to let his
overwhelming size in, something she’d almost forgotten about. His arms curled
around her thick thighs as he pushed right in, his entire length filling his
mother.
She looked at him with wide eyes shimmering sweetly. “This… This is so  fucking
worth it.” She bit into her bottom lip and her legs immediately locked him
inside. Her arms wrapped around his back, over his bare shoulders as her nails
lightly pressed into his skin. “Now son… Fuck your mother. We need to make up
for lost time.” Her whisper was so overly sexual, he felt his mind light on
fire. He pulled back as far as her locked legs would let him and slammed back
inside of her.
His mother almost let out a loud moan as her entire body shuddered, the bed
banging into the wall slightly. She wanted to tell him off, no point making
things any riskier, but her burning desire for more of her son’s rough pounding
overwhelmed her common sense. She also couldn’t find it to be anything but
humorous to be scolding her son while he’s completely inside of her, filling
her to the brim and hitting that deep spot reserved for him.
His hips moved back before bucking forward, send her head back, eyes fluttering
upwards, mouth dropping open with a low moan escaping, and nails leaving long
scratches along his back, much like how his front currently looks. The moan she
released certainly escaped the confines of the room, but she didn’t even think
about that at the moment. All her mind was focusing on was her son and his
incredible cock.
“M-More.” She demanded. “I want to feel you making me yours again.” Those
tender words seemed to get to him in one way or another, his own nails
beginning to dig into her wonderful thighs as he began developing a powerful
rhythm; a rhythm that was causing his bed to creak and his mother to gasp and
splutter out moans relentlessly.
He was willing to give his mother exactly what she asked of him. The thoughts
of that cute, innocent girl he was with earlier was now gone from his mind. His
mother, and her amazing body, was all that he could think of at the moment.
His thrusting got faster, making his mother sweat beneath him. Her breasts
bounced wildly to his pounding, but she couldn’t stop them, her hands were too
busy holding onto her son’s back desperately. She was aware her moans were
getting louder and louder, but when his cock hit that deep, she lost her mind.
Leaving deeper and more prominent markings on his back, she bucked her hips
helplessly back towards him, her legs tightening even further as she felt his
cock throbbing inside. It’d been a while, and this heated experience made him a
quicker shot than usual. He could feel himself getting closer and closer by the
thrust.
“Ah, please!” She used her hands to push down on his back, forcing him closer
as their lips connected. It was only brief before their positioning made it
hard to keep up for too long. “It’s felt like so long… Ah fuc-! S-Since you’ve
filled me up!” She groaned, writhing around on his bed. His father had surely
heard something by now, that terrified him, but he wouldn’t stop until he came.
Her lips loosely kissed around his neck, biting and licking haphazardly. She
was doing whatever came into her hazy mind, acting on impulse like a sex-fueled
animal. What was occurring was purely primal.
He muttered as her lips dared to leave a mark on his collar bone. He was going
to cum. His mother’s eyes lit up, scratching his shoulders and grinned. “I need
you to cum inside me.” She took a deep breath in the form of a sudden gasp as
his cock began twitching more violently in her deepest parts. “Make me yours.
Make me feel your warmth. Give me what I  need .” She was demanding, but he was
more than okay with it.
It only took a few more bed-shaking thrusts until his cock began flooding her
womb with his seed. She squealed, pushing her chest out as she felt his surge
of cum warm her body. She was in love with it. She was in love with her son in
more ways than she should. What was more or less just a desperate fling was
slowly becoming more than that.
One of her hands dropped to her stomach. “Holy fuck.” She outright swore, her
other hand running through her shoulder-length hair. “I think that’s the most
you’ve given me.” He wouldn’t doubt it, given the circumstances.
They were both panting, sweat lightly decorating their bodies. “I need a
shower! If your father wasn’t home, I’d let you in with me. Maybe even have a
round two if you were lucky. Too bad!” She poked her tongue out playfully
before bringing her lips to his again. This kiss was short lived, but it felt
relaxing, like the perfect finisher.
And that was it. They had to finish up. Going any longer was just tempting fate
and they’d both been sated for now. He did ask her if she wished to keep going
as she’d yet to climax, but his mother was almost certain she’d be having a low
level climax since he’d first thrust into her. Instead of telling him this, she
just teased him some more. “Well, maybe you can try to satisfy me later.”
Once they’d sorted themselves out, she decided it’d be best to sneak out the
window. “I never thought I’d need to sneak out the window of my own house. I
haven’t done something like this since I was your age.” She smirked, dropping
down from the first story window. Neither of them wanted her to open the door
and find her father outside, so she’d just pretend she was checking up on the
garden… Or something.
Later that night, she told her son that his father had heard everything. Before
the panic could set in, he realised she was smiling. Her lips curled into a
devilish grin, edging closer to him. In a hushed tone, she spoke, “He totally
thought you were just watching porn out loud.” The giggle that followed left
him red-faced, but he had to admit, it was far better than him knowing the
truth.
His mother really was a dirty minx.
Chapter End Notes
     This is my first post of the new year, so happy New Year! I hope you
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