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As Mom and I prepared dinner together, we managed to keep things surprisingly civil; I kept both my hands and my eyes in check. Our conversation was light, filled with small talk, and for a moment, we slipped back into our usual mother-son dynamic. By the time dinner was ready, the clock showed it was past 9:30 PM, and I set the table while we continued chatting about everyday matters.Midway through our meal, Mom received a call from her workplace. They informed her that due to the storm's aftermath, the pet salon where she worked as a groomer would remain closed until further notice, giving her an unexpected break from work. The salon was well-known and highly respected in the city, offering her a good salary. Additionally, she supplemented her income by doing hairstyling on weekends near the same location. After Dad left us, we never faced significant financial struggles, as both she and I took on jobs to maintain our stability.Mom and I began our dinner, eating mostly in silence. However, it wasn't an awkward silence; rather, it was a comforting one. The gentle breeze of the winds rustled outside, offering a stark contrast to the ferocious storm that had dominated until this evening.After dinner, I took the empty plates and told Mom that I would handle the dishes. She gave me an appreciative peck on the lips and thanked me, as usual. She then headed upstairs to her room while I began washing the plates and utensils.It was nearly 10:30 PM by the time I finished. I left the kitchen and went upstairs. Passing by Mom's room, I noticed her door was slightly ajar. Peeking inside, I saw her lying on her stomach, scrolling through her phone. The hem of her nightgown had ridden up, revealing that she had taken off her panties, likely because they got wet from earlier.I quietly sneaked into her room, closing the door behind me. Getting closer, I could see her exposed pussy between her slightly spread legs. I was so captivated by the sight that I didn't watch where I was stepping, and my foot hit one of the bed's legs, causing me to wince in pain.The noise caught her attention, and she turned her head to see me rubbing my foot. "What are you doing here, mister?" she asked, amused.I let go of my foot as the pain subsided. "Just wanted to say good night," I told her, though that wasn't my only intention. The stupid bed leg had ruined my plan."Come here," she beckoned, turning to lie on her back and curling her knee up, causing her nightgown to rise even more, fully exposing her cunt. She knew exactly what she was doing.I climbed onto the bed, leaning into her embrace where the warmth of her body enveloped me. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders as I leaned in, capturing her lips in a sweet, slow kiss. The flavor was fresh and intense, likely from her having applied strawberry chapstick just moments before.We stayed like that for a good minute, with me lying on top of her, her arms around me, my legs grazing her exposed thighs, the heat from her pussy faintly touching my skin.I ended the long kiss but continued by giving her lips a series of small, lingering kisses, not wanting to stop tasting her sweet chapstick.She finally pulled away from my barrage of kisses, probably to catch her breath; I too was breathing heavily by that point. She whispered, "Goodnight, honey."I didn't reply with words; instead, I leaned back into her, starting to kiss her cheeks. She released a content sigh. I continued my kisses from her cheek to her lower jaw, gradually moving down to her neck, where the thin strap of her nightgown lay. I slid it off her shoulder and kissed her there as well, my lips never tiring of the raw taste of her skin. The scent of her shower gel still lingered, even after half a day had passed.Noticing no protest from Mom, I grabbed the neckline of her nightgown and slowly pulled it down, revealing her bare breasts, her nipples stiff and her areolas puffed up. I took one of her hard nipples, capturing the entire areola between my thumb and my index and middle fingers, mimicking the pose from the close-up nude she had sent me. I pinched her areola hard and pulled it upwards, causing her to groan from both pleasure and pain. I repeated the action, milking her like a cow."Baby, stop," I heard her say, but I didn't listen. I continued pulling on her nipple, my mouth moving down to her upper chest where the goosebumps felt heavenly against my lips."Honey, really, stop," she repeated, but I kept going, thinking she was in her 'protesting' mode again, secretly desiring me to continue against her will. My mouth lowered to her cleavage, my face nestling between her soft mounds.Just as I was about to take her nipple into my mouth, she spoke louder, "Oh god, stop, I have to pee," and I immediately pulled back, seeing her grin. She grabbed my shoulder, pulling away and sliding out of my embrace.She sat up, covering her chest by pulling her neckline up and adjusting her strap. She turned to me, "Go to your room and sleep," she said as she began walking towards the bathroom door. I got off the bed, my disappointment evident.I was about to leave when she paused at the bathroom door, turning back to me, "Unless, you wanna stay with me tonight," she offered. I quickly turned back to the bed, jumping onto it, the mattress bouncing me slightly.I lay back, putting my hands behind my head as if claiming the bed as my own, grinning at her. She laughed and entered the bathroom, closing the door.I grabbed the blanket, ready to cover myself when an idea struck me. I hooked my fingers into my boxers' waistband, pulling them down completely, then took off my shirt and draped the blanket over myself, leaving enough space for her to join me under it.She emerged from the bathroom moments later, still clad in her nightgown. I scooted to the side of the bed, lifting the blanket to make room for her. As she slid in, her body pressed against mine, and she looked at me with amusement. "Are you naked?" she asked."I am," I replied.Her smile widened, and she sat up. She grabbed the hem of her nightgown, pulling it over her head to reveal her large breasts, then tossed the garment aside. "Since you're naked, it's only fair I am too," she said, then lay back down, pulling the cover over us.Even though we were both completely naked under the same blanket, I couldn't see much of her. I asked for her phone, and she handed it to me without question. I then pulled the blanket over our heads, covering us from head to toe. Turning on the phone, the screen's light filled our makeshift tent, illuminating her breasts pressed together as she lay on her side, her stomach visible with the bellybutton piercing still in place. However, the light wasn't strong enough to reveal much below her waist.She looked at me through the dim light of the phone screen and smiled, "Hey there, sweetie," her hand reaching out to caress my chest.My hand instinctively moved to her breasts, my index finger circling her nipples. I looked back at her, "Hello, mommy."Then her thumb found my nipple, pressing gently, which surprised me as she began to rub it. Wow, it was a new sensation for me; I had never played with my own nipples before, not having considered it might feel good. But her touch sent tingles throughout my body.My finger left her nipple, sliding down her skin to her stomach, while her thumb remained on mine. I reached her bellybutton piercing, gently touching the jewel. Looking up at her, I asked, "When did you get this?"Her thumb momentarily left my nipple before she took it between her thumb and index finger, gently tweaking it. She answered, "I got this after I graduated college. I loved wearing the piercing, especially at the beach to show it off. But then I married your father, and he didn't like it. He said it was too slutty, so I had to take it out. I would still secretly wear it when I went out with Carol without him knowing." I kept caressing the jewel, wondering how Dad could not appreciate it; it was so hot. Fucking ungrateful bastard."I really like it. I think it's hot," I told her honestly, which made her smile broadly. Her fingers moved away from my nipple as she scooted closer, her naked body pressing against mine. Her bare breasts touched my skin, and I felt my flaccid cock resting just above her pussy mound.She hugged me tightly under the blanket, her hand caressing my hair. "Aww, baby. Mommy loves you so much, you know that? I'm so glad I have such an appreciative son," she whispered, her other hand sliding behind me to rest on one of my ass cheeks. "Mmh, and such a nice ass my baby boy has."Involuntarily, I let out a yawn, suddenly realizing how exhausted I was from the numerous orgasms I'd experienced today. She momentarily pulled away to look at me, and I worried she might be disappointed. But she simply smiled and asked, "Are you sleepy?""I'm sorry. It's just... well, I've never cum this much in one day, so I guess it's taken a toll on me," I explained.She gently caressed my cheek with a smile and leaned in to give me a peck on the lips. "It's okay, baby. Don't worry, go to sleep. Mommy will be right here beside you."I yawned again, snuggling closer to her. Even with her naked body pressed so close to mine, the day's releases prevented any further arousal, and it wasn't long before I fell into a deep sleep, cradled in her arms.*****The first thing I saw when I woke up was Mom lying facing me, the blanket now down below our thighs, exposing all of her. The usual chill in the air from the past three days was gone, thanks to the storm having passed. Mom was watching me, her gaze intent and careful. Had she been observing me sleep since she woke up? It seemed unlikely she had left the bed; her face still glowed, but there was no sign of moisture that would suggest she had brushed her teeth or washed her face.I scanned the room, realizing I was in her bedroom. It was noticeably larger than mine, as one would expect from a master bedroom. Her bed was wide enough to accommodate four people, and my mind wandered to all the wild possibilities we could explore in such space.When I glanced back at her face, I caught her eyes moving down to my crotch. Following her gaze, I saw my dick, hard and throbbing, a typical morning wood."Good morning, mommy," I said, breaking the silence. Her gaze immediately shifted back to mine. She moved closer, her body naturally radiating warmth, and I instinctively moved closer to her as well. When our faces were just inches apart, her hand traveled down to my crotch, gently grasping my throbbing member. Her touch made my cock twitch in her hand."Good morning to you too, honey," she whispered, as she slowly moved her fingers up and down my shaft, not quite jerking me off, but her touch was so skilled that I was already leaking precum.We closed the distance between our lips, engaging in a slow, passionate kiss. The breath from her mouth confirmed she hadn't brushed her teeth yet. Although the scent of her chapstick lingered, it didn't fully mask her morning breath. Oddly, I didn't mind it; if anything, the raw smell of her mouth and saliva only intensified my arousal. Was I really getting turned on by her morning breath? Yes, I was.When we parted from the kiss, I licked my lips, savoring the remnants of her chapstick's flavor. "Mmh, my baby boy has grown so big, hasn't he?" Mom asked in her sultry tone, her fingers occasionally brushing over my sensitive tip."Oh... fuck, that's... mommy, I'm really sensitive there," I whispered, her touch already making me whimper."You mean... here?" she asked, rubbing her thumb vigorously on my tip, my leaking precum providing natural lubrication as her finger moved against my sensitive skin.My hips jerked forward, and for just a moment, I felt my cock touch her exposed pussy lips, the realization nearly pushing me over the edge."God, fuck, I just felt my cock touch your pussy, mommy," I told her, watching her eyes darken with lust."Is that so? Did you like how your cock felt on mommy's cunt, baby?" she asked, grabbing my cock by the base and slowly moving it towards her, towards her exposed womanhood."Yes... I loved it. I loved how my cock felt on your pussy lips," I confessed, and just then, I felt the tip of my cock resting against the slit of her cunt. The sensation sent shivers down my spine; the way the tip nestled between her pussy lips had me inches away from sliding into her, but Mom held my cock firmly in place."You're not allowed to fuck mommy's cunt, baby boy," she cooed in a baby voice, as she began to brush the tip of my cock up and down her slit. My cock had never felt this good before. Her pussy lips were so soft, wet, and warm, and I wanted so badly to thrust forward and fuck her pussy senseless, but I was too entranced by the feeling to move. "So mommy is just gonna rub your cock on my wet, sloppy pussy. Up... and down... just like that," she continued, demonstrating exactly what she meant by sliding my tip up against her slit, and then down."Please, mommy... I wanna fuck your pussy. Just once, please," I begged pathetically, my legs already shaking as I felt an orgasm approaching."No," she told me firmly, the dominance in her tone making my cock twitch against her slit. "You'll stay still while mommy uses her baby boy's cock on her pussy and makes herself cum," she commanded with authority. The fact that she was only 'using' my cock, treating it as a mere tool for her own pleasure, was strangely arousing, causing more precum to leak and drip straight onto her pussy lips.After a few more seconds of her rubbing my cock on her slit, she moved it upward, and I felt my tip poke against a hard yet wet object. When I saw her jerk in response to the touch, I realized it was her clit. She started rubbing my tip against her clit, moving it up and down, and she let out a series of soft moans, her legs beginning to shake."Fuck... it's coming, baby... Mommy is gonna cum from using your cock, honey. Forgive mommy for treating you like a sex toy," she whimpered, thrusting her hips forward, which resulted in my tip pressing harder against her sensitive clit, and that was the final push. She thrust again, my tip slipping away from her clit, sliding just a little bit into her cunt, not fully penetrating but with my tip half inside her pussy lips.I felt a strong stream of squirt flow out of her cunt, covering my entire cock in her cum. Her legs shook ferociously, reminiscent of the trees during the storm. She kept breathing and groaning in pleasure while I stayed still, my cock still hard, resting between her now drenched pussy.Her breathing slowly subsided, followed by a long, satisfied sigh. She looked at me, caressing my cheek gently, "Sorry about that, baby," she whispered, her voice weak from exertion. Then her eyes drifted to our connected crotches, my cock's tip still nestled between her pussy lips, hard and throbbing. She looked back up at me, "Oh, sweetie. You didn't get any release. I'm so sorry, mommy didn't realize," and she separated our bodies, my tip immediately missing the warmth of her pussy lips.She moved to all fours, crawling towards my front, positioning herself between my legs. I lay back, my legs spread wide, my erection standing proud. She lowered her face to my groin, her back arched and her ass up in a pose that could have been straight out of a pornographic film.She took hold of my throbbing cock by the base, bringing it close to her face. Her breath felt like fire on my skin, making my member twitch again. Realizing what was about to happen, the anticipation was overwhelming, threatening to push me over the edge, but I held back, eager to see what Mom had in mind.She positioned her face near my balls, extending her tongue to touch the base of my cock from behind, then slowly slid it up along my throbbing member to the tip, licking away her own cum that had coated it. The sensation of her soft tongue against my cock was nothing less than euphoric, prompting a long groan from me. The pleasure was overwhelming, my cock begging for release.Once her mouth hovered over my tip, she stuck her tongue out again, swirling it gently and slowly around my sensitive skin, absorbing my constantly leaking precum.I then felt one of her hands grab my ass from below, her thumb pressing beside my ass crack. My position left my asshole exposed. She slowly slid her thumb to the side, into the crack, until it found my asshole and rested there.The combination of her wet tongue passionately swirling on my tip and her thumb touching my asshole demonstrated her skill in driving me wild. Then, I saw her part her lips and slowly slide the tip between them. Without warning, in one swift move, she engulfed my entire cock, all five and a half inches sliding into her warm, wet mouth, my tip touching her tonsils. As she did this, she pushed her thumb hard against my asshole, and that was it; my mind couldn't hold back, my vision blurred with pleasure. Massive ropes of cum sprayed out, directly into her mouth, filling it with my thick semen.She kept her mouth on my cock for what felt like an eternity, though only seconds passed, my cock twitching continuously, the sensation of my own cum evident as it coated around my member. She then sealed her lips tightly around my cock and slowly pulled up, ensuring not a drop would spill before loosening her grip. Her lips came off my spent cock with a slosh sound, and I couldn't believe how much cum I had released; her cheeks were practically bulging.But she neither swallowed nor spat it out. Her hand swiftly moved to my face, grabbing my jaw firmly, almost roughly, to keep my head in place. Without wasting a moment, she brought her face to mine. Her grip made my lips part slightly, and she pressed her lips against mine, connecting my mouth with the sloppy, sticky one filled with my cum. I immediately felt thick globs sliding into my mouth, and I had to resist the urge to gag. This was all too sudden. Sure, she had taken my cum into her mouth before, probably accustomed to it, but tasting my own cum was new to me. Although I had tasted a bit earlier in the day, this was overwhelming.She didn't pull back immediately; instead, we stayed like that, exchanging our cum-covered saliva, as if trying to dissolve the cum in our spit. She then sucked a larger amount of cum back into her mouth and broke our dirty kiss, leaving a small amount in mine. She swallowed with a loud gulp, then opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue to show no traces of cum remained.Her action indicated she expected me to do the same. So, I closed my eyes and reluctantly swallowed the small glob of cum. Surprisingly, it wasn't as bad as I thought; it was salty and a bit bitter but not enough to make me throw up. Once done, I too opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue to show her I had complied, and her bright smile told me she was pleased.She patted my cheek, almost with pride, for swallowing my own cum. The thought was both weird and amusing. "You did a good job, baby," she told me."Good job at eating my own cum?" I asked in a teasing tone, which made her grin."Yes. It was really hot to see you do that," she said as she slowly moved away from me. I watched her get out of bed, yawning loudly while stretching her arms above her head. She looked at me and continued, "I'm going to brush my teeth and then take a shower. Go to your room and do the same. It's past 9. We have to make breakfast.""Can't we go together in your bathroom? You can use the shower, and I'll take the bathtub. I've wanted to ask you to let me use it for a while," I asked hopefully. Not just because I wanted to perv on her—though that was part of it--but also because I genuinely wanted to try her bathtub."Maybe at night. Not now," she said, and my face immediately showed disappointment. She continued, "Oh, don't be so down, it's not like someone's going to steal my bathtub. Now go to your room before I ban you from ever setting foot in mine again," she said with a mock sternness."I hate you," I told her simply, getting off the bed and starting to put my boxers and shirt back on."I hate you too," she sang as she headed to her bathroom door. Looking back at me from the doorway, she instructed, "Close the door when you leave," and with that, she went inside her bathroom, closing the door.I sighed in disappointment as I dressed and left her room, closing the door behind me. In my room, I stripped again, thinking, what was the point of getting dressed anyway? I was a fucking dumbass. I then went to my bathroom.
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It felt incredibly soothing to take a hot shower after days of cold ones, particularly in the chill of the monsoon season. When I stepped out of the bathroom, the clock had just struck 10 AM. On any normal day, I'd be rushing off to school. It felt good to have a break from the place I called a hellhole; the only redeeming factor being my friends. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind if the storm had swept the entire school away.Anyway, I quickly got changed and left my room. Passing by Mom's door, I peeked in to see her bathroom door still closed with the shower running. Geez, do all women take this long to shower? I closed her door and headed downstairs.Mom had said we'd make breakfast together, but with her still in the shower, I assumed she'd take a while to get ready. I passed through the living room and went out to the backyard, opening the door to step onto the grass. Looking up, I saw the dark clouds still lingering in the sky, a sight I found quite delightful. I walked over to the pavilion and sat on the bench where Mom and I had been last night.My mind wandered back to the events that transpired right here, in the open, within potential view of our neighbors. The things she had said still sent tingles through my thoughts:
"Then do it, you motherfucker. Rape your mommy's cunt with those dirty fingers of yours."
"You're making me cum from finger raping my pussy."
Even in hardcore pornography, I hadn't encountered such degenerate dirty talk, and I've watched my fair share of porn. I wondered if Mom had a rape fantasy. From the way she explicitly spoke about going against her will, without her consent, and literally encouraging me to 'rape' her while she moaned like she was in heat, it certainly seemed like it. My mother, my sweet, gentle, kind, and always caring mother, was a complete freak, and I found myself loving her even more for it.It wasn't long before my twisted mind started contemplating what more degenerate activities I could indulge in with Mom. She definitely had some bizarre yet incredibly hot ideas, no doubt about it. If someone had told me a few days ago that I'd willingly swallow my own cum and even get a kick out of it, I probably would've called them a fucking weirdo. But now, having experienced it firsthand and enjoyed it, I found myself eagerly anticipating what other perverted acts she might introduce me to.It was hard to read her, certainly. One moment she'd whimper like a submissive under my touch, and the next, she'd grab my jaw tightly, kissing me with a mouthful of cum. I don't know much about BDSM or D/s dynamics, but I had an inkling of what a switch was. Maybe Mom was one, switching between dominant and submissive as she desired. Maybe I was one too. Although I enjoyed 'dominating' her, I found it far more arousing to surrender control to her.My thoughts were interrupted when Mom called for me from the living room. I stood up from the bench and made my way back through the backyard door, which could also be called the living room door from outside. I entered to see Mom wearing a pink off-shoulder frock, the hem just an inch above her knee, leaving her smooth legs enticingly exposed.As I approached, she headed to the kitchen, motioning for me to follow, which I did. This outfit didn't leave much for my eyes to feast on, except for her exposed shoulder and neck, which clearly wasn't enough to satisfy my perverse appetite.Mom asked what I'd like for breakfast, and I chose a sandwich. She told me to toast the bread while she handled the rest. She also pulled out a box of cereal for herself and the last carton of milk from the fridge, which reminded me of her mentioning last night that we needed to go to the local shops for groceries.It took us less than 20 minutes to prepare breakfast. She had made me a chicken sandwich using the leftover rotisserie chicken from last night's dinner, while she opted for just a bowl of cereal with some dried fruits. Eww, I thought. What pleasure do people find in eating that sweet abomination in the morning? Though, I doubted Mom's cereal was sweet; she maintains a good diet, which isn't surprising given how well she's kept her shape for her age.We set the plates and took our seats, Mom choosing to sit beside me for the second time. We began eating our breakfast. We were only two minutes in when, from the corner of my eye, I saw Mom take a spoonful of cereal, and as she put it in her mouth, a drop of milk escaped, landing right on her exposed collarbone.She was about to reach for a napkin to wipe it off when I grabbed her hand to stop her. I had a better idea. She looked at me curiously as I leaned in, the fresh scent of her shower gel enveloping me. I pressed my lips to the spilled milk drop and sucked it clean, hearing what I thought was a mix of a sigh and a moan from her.I slowly pulled away, looking at her, her eyes still closed. Guess she enjoyed it more than I thought. She opened her eyes to meet my gaze, giving me a sultry smile, and said, “Thanks, babe.”‘Babe’? That was new. She had never called me that before. Wasn’t it something reserved for lovers? Is that what we were now? Lovers? Given our new dynamic, the things we’ve done over the past couple of days, they certainly weren’t typical mother-son activities. Heck, she literally sucked my cock and swallowed my cum just an hour ago.I wondered what it would be like to actually date her. The thought itself was bizarre, even weirder than the acts we’d indulged in. Imagining her as my lover for real, I kinda liked the idea. Mom never really dated anyone after her divorce, and I don’t think she ever hooked up with anyone either. She devoted all her attention to working, taking care of me, and raising me, and I couldn’t even begin to express how grateful I am for having her as my mother. I wouldn’t trade her for anything.Did she ever feel the need to be with another man after Dad, I wondered. Is that why she let us get to this point, because she felt lonely and suppressed her desires? She certainly was a sexual dynamo, which made me wonder if she had done any of these things with Dad when they were married.As weird and pointless as it was to dwell on, the mere possibility that Mom had indulged in those degenerate acts with my dickhead of a dad sparked a pang of jealousy in me, even though they weren't together anymore, and it was me, at this moment, who had her attention, both emotionally and physically."You're welcome," I finally replied, turning my focus back to my sandwich. Mom was an excellent cook, no doubt about it; she had never once made me feel the need to crave food from restaurants or fast-food chains. She was skilled at whipping up everything from fast food to fancy meals. I even remembered how she had cooked an entire Indian platter for my birthday last year, and it took me the whole day to finish it all.I kept stealing glances at her, the sensation of her neck under my lips still fresh in my mind. She caught my eyes, and her usual grin spread across her face. She dipped her spoon into her cereal bowl, but instead of scooping up any cereal, she gathered only a spoonful of milk. Slowly, she brought it to her lips, pressing it against her closed mouth, and without opening it, she tilted the handle upward, causing all the milk to spill from her lips, trickle down her jaw, and slowly dribble toward her chest.I knew instantly what she was up to, and without needing any further cue, I leaned into her chest, sticking out my tongue to lick the dribbling path of milk. The liquid was sweetened, likely from the dried fruits in her cereal. I slowly lapped upward to her neck, pausing to gently suck on her smooth skin, drawing a clear moan from her. I felt her hand move to the back of my head, caressing my hair, encouraging me to continue. I made my way up, reaching her lower jaw, planting a few small kisses after sucking the milk clean. Then, I moved to her waiting lips, capturing them in a sweet, passionate, milk-flavored kiss. It was almost funny to think about it that way.I felt her lips part, allowing me to slide my tongue inside, brushing against hers. I swirled my tongue around, and she mirrored me, our tongues dancing together, small dribbles of saliva escaping our open mouths.Then, she grabbed my hair firmly, her grip clearly asserting her dominance, which I found increasingly addictive. She pulled my mouth away, both of us panting to catch our breath. She looked into my eyes, lust evident, and asked, "Do you want to nurse on mommy?"My mind went into overdrive at the mere mention of nursing, and in my lust-clouded head, I found myself questioning what she meant. Nurse on her? How? Did she still lactate? It couldn't be; if so, she would've lactated when I played with her breasts, and I had done so numerous times over the past three days. Still, curiosity piqued, I nodded yes, eager to see what she had in mind.She released my hair, bringing her hand to the neckline of her frock. She hooked her fingers in it and, with a swift motion, pulled it down to her stomach, the quick move making her breasts almost spring free like my throbbing cock, which was nearly pitching its own tent in my pants. With one hand, she grabbed the area just outside her areola, squeezing it to emphasize her already stiff nipple. With her other hand, she picked up the cereal bowl, bringing it toward her exposed breast. My eyes were glued to the mesmerizing sight as she slowly and sensually dipped her nipple into the milk-filled cereal, then submerged her entire areola. Not breaking eye contact with me, she began to stir the milk with her breast, the movement deliberate and provocative."The moment I pull my tit out of the bowl, I want your mouth on it, lips locked around it. I don't want any drop of milk to spill on my dress. Understood?" she asked, the sheer degeneracy of the act she demanded, combined with the dominance in her voice, nearly pushed me over the edge. I was in a trance, unable to speak, so I only nodded.Once she was satisfied that her nipple was thoroughly coated in milk after her sensual stirring, she pulled her breast out of the cereal bowl. Following her instructions, I quickly leaned in, opening my mouth to engulf her wet nipple along with her soaked areola. The fullness of her flesh filled my mouth, and I began sucking vigorously, almost like a hungry child nursing on its mother's breast milk.She brought her hand back to my hair, this time caressing it gently. She cooed, "There you go, baby. Drink to your heart's content. Mommy has plenty of milk," speaking in the nurturing tone a mother uses while feeding her infant, and I found this faux roleplay unbelievably arousing.I reached my hand to cup her other breast, mimicking a child's instinctive grasp, and gave it a gentle squeeze, earning an appreciative moan from her. She continued stroking my hair, and I kept sucking on her nipple even after it was completely cleansed of milk.I slowly pulled my mouth away with a loud 'pop', swirling my tongue around her glistening nipple, while tweaking her other nipple between my fingers, which made her bite her bottom lip, letting out soft moans. She reached her hand to my boxers' waistband, pulling them down to expose my throbbing cock, and immediately wrapped her fingers around it, her skilled touch making me leak precum within seconds.She pulled my head away from her nipple, depriving me of sucking on that cow udder, and brought her lips to mine, engaging in another passionate kiss as her hand began moving up and down my shaft. I grunted into her mouth, and she let out a mischievous chuckle in response. Breaking the kiss, she looked into my eyes and ordered, "Stand up." I obeyed without hesitation.She grabbed the cereal bowl, bringing it near my throbbing cock, and I watched as a drop of precum fell into it, her grin widening at the sight. She gripped the base of my cock firmly, then slowly dipped my tip into the milk, the warm liquid mixed with soft cereal crumbs sending an incredible sensation through me.This was degeneracy at its peak, no question. She had always taught me to appreciate food and not waste it, though we weren't really 'wasting' it now. She pulled my cock out of the bowl, the tip soaked in warm milk, a few tiny cereal chunks clinging to it. Then, locking eyes with me, she brought the cereal-flavored dick to her mouth—the thought was so absurd I let out a chuckle—and began sucking the milk and cereal off, her warm mouth and expert tongue skills pushing my teenage libido to the brink."Oh fuck, mommy, this is so... kinky," I moaned, grunting, "I'm gonna cum if you keep going like this."She slid her lips back, pulling my cock out with a 'pop', and continued stroking it slowly. "Don't hold yourself back, sweetie," she said, bringing the bowl back to my dick so that my throbbing, leaking cock hovered just a centimeter above the liquid, the heat from the warm milk teasing my sensitive skin. "When you feel like you're there, shove your cock straight inside and shoot your cum directly into the milk."HOLY FUCKING SHIT, this woman was unbelievably kinky. Who the hell even comes up with this? And I was no less of a sick pervert for finding this act hot as fuck. It wasn't long before I approached my orgasm; the obscenity was too much to bear. As instructed, I shoved my cock deep into the bowl, the warm milk providing the final push, and I felt my cum shoot out, mixing with the milk."Oh my god. This is absolutely degenerate. Fuck, this feels so good," I grunted as I felt my throbbing cock slowly empty its load into the bowl. Once I was completely spent, I pulled my cock slowly out of the warm milk, the tip dripping and soaked, and she immediately took it into her mouth, sucking off the milk and cleaning my cock.When she pulled it out, my dick was already flaccid, and I caught my breath, composing myself. It felt like with each passing moment, our dynamic grew more perverted and degenerate, and I eagerly anticipated the next twisted act she'd devise.Just then, we heard the doorbell ring, startling us both. I quickly pulled my boxers back up to my waist, and she hastily adjusted her frock, covering her breasts.This was odd; who could it be, I wondered. Sure, the storm had passed, and it wasn't unlikely for people to venture outside to see the damage, but we hadn't expected any visitors. She placed the cereal bowl on the table and headed to the front door to see who had arrived uninvited.
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After Mom went to check the door, I grabbed the last bite of my sandwich, shoving it into my mouth, followed by the glass of juice, which I gulped down in one go. I wasn't looking at the door when Mom opened it, but then I heard a woman's voice, "Hi, Thea, how have you been?" The voice asked, and I immediately recognized it. I had just talked to her on the phone yesterday.It was Carol.I stood up from my seat and approached as Mom let her in, giving her best friend a tight, affectionate hug. Still embraced, Mom exclaimed in surprise and joy, "Oh my god, Carol. What brings you here?" she asked."Oh, come on, Thea. Do I really need a reason to visit my bestie?" Carol questioned back. The sight of their voluptuous bodies pressed so closely together was certainly a feast for the eyes. She continued, "I really missed you. I wanted to drop by last night right after the storm passed, but Michael insisted I not go out that late at night." She released the hug, smiling at Mom, "Anyway, it's good to see yo- wait, why is your frock's neckline kinda wet? Did you spill something?"The question caught me off guard, and from the look on Mom's face, it surprised her too. Had I not been careful sucking the milk off when she pulled her breast out of the bowl? She had told me not to spill any on her frock. Well, can't really blame a guy when such an obscene, kinky sight is in front of you, especially when it's your own mother."Yeah, I was eating my cereal when the spoon slipped from my hand and dropped right into the bowl, and milk spilled all over my dress," she quickly came up with an excuse, shooting me a glance that clearly said, 'I told you to be careful.'I gave Mom an apologetic smile and rubbed the back of my neck, hoping she wasn't too pissed about the milk spill. As I moved closer, Carol's eyes shifted from Mom to me, her smile widening. She let go of Mom and approached me, and I took her in, my gaze roaming over her.She wasn't in her usual business suit; instead, she wore a blue 3/4 sleeve jacket with a black V-neck T-shirt underneath. The neckline dipped just enough to tease, offering a glimpse of her cleavage, a tempting preview of those busty tits. She had on matching blue jeans and high boots, looking modest yet radiating heat.I noticed the edges of her curly hair were dyed a deep burgundy, adding a wild edge to her look. My eyes then locked on her face—she was as beautiful as ever, her dark skin glowing, clearly taking care of herself, just like Mom. Her eyeliner was sharp, stretching far, making her eyes look fierce yet irresistibly alluring, like they could undress you with a glance.Then my gaze dropped to her lips. Fuck, they looked so soft, literally shining under the room's light, probably from her lip gloss, a stark contrast to Mom's usual strawberry chapstick. I immediately wanted to find out what flavor Carol's lip gloss was, imagining pressing my mouth against hers, tasting that glossy sheen. What made her lips even more enticing was the mole right below, at the corner of her mouth, cranking her beauty to a whole new level of sex appeal.I didn't realize until now that I was openly checking her out, right in front of her, but I couldn't pull my eyes away. I'd always stolen glances when I thought no one was looking, but now, after my newly awakened lust, I realized I had underestimated her. Carol wasn't just hot; no, she was a fucking sex bomb, bursting with potential for lust and depravity, and I wanted to be the one to set her off.I must've taken too long to reply, as Carol didn't get an immediate response from me. Honestly, I hadn't even noticed she had greeted me, too lost in her beauty. She raised one eyebrow, almost bemused, before her face broke into that teasing grin I knew all too well. I watched her glossy, thick lips part, those lips I wanted to taste, as she spoke."Thea, I think your son doesn't like me. This rude boy doesn't even bother speaking to me. It actually hurts my poor soul," she purred, her voice thick with tease, more so than even Mom. I could imagine those lips wrapping around something else, and the thought made my pulse race.I pulled myself together, realizing it might seem rude not to respond, even if she played it off as a joke. I flashed a smile and moved in close, opening my arms to wrap around her shoulders. She was shorter than Mom, probably just an inch taller than me, making it easy to hug her properly while standing, pressing my body against hers, her tits crashing on my chest, feeling the heat of her voluptuous body."Don't say that, I just..." I trailed off, my body taking over, my lips brushing her ear as I whispered, "...think you look fucking beautiful today, Carol." The bold move surprised both of us. Complimenting her wasn't new, but this whisper, so close, felt intimate, electric. The new dynamic with Mom had really unlocked something in me, hadn't it? And now, with Carol, I was already pushing boundaries.She slowly pulled away, the look of surprise clear on her face, and for a moment, I thought she might be upset, thinking it was weird. True, I could do this with Mom now without a second thought, but Carol wasn't Mom, and we weren't close on any intimate level. But then my worry melted away as her face settled into a grin, not the teasing kind, but an appreciative one, her eyes sparkling with something more."My god. You've become a bit of a charmer. Did the storm work some magic on you?" she purred, her voice low, and oh, if she only knew what kind of 'magic' the storm had unleashed in me and Mom. Fuck, standing this close, I could feel my cock stirring in my pants. I couldn't pinpoint Mom's shower gel scent, as alluring as it was, but Carol's? Cocoa, rich and warm, perfect for the dark-skinned goddess before me. I wanted so bad to bury my face between those tits, as big as Mom's. They really were best friends, huh.She glanced back at Mom, and I caught Mom watching us with keen interest, her gaze locked on every move, and for a moment, I thought she might be jealous seeing me in Carol's embrace, the idea inflating my ego like a balloon. Carol spoke, "You should keep your dear son under your watch, or I might steal him away from you," then turned back to me, shooting me a wink that felt like a fucking invitation. Holy shit, was she coming on to me?"Oh, he certainly wouldn't mind that," Mom spoke, closing the distance, her gaze still locked on us. She shifted her focus to me alone and asked, "Would you?" Yeah, she was a bit jealous, alright, and the thought gave my ego a fucking boost.Not wanting to upset her, I reluctantly pulled away from Carol, her cocoa scent already addicting as hell. I draped one arm over Mom's shoulder, pressing close. "Don't say that. I'll always be your son," I said, planting a kiss on her cheek before whispering low, so only she could hear, "And you'll always be my mommy." Her face immediately broke into a smile, and before we could break our side hug, Carol threw herself at us, ensnaring us in a three-way hug that nearly killed me. I was literally sandwiched between two pairs of tits, belonging to these absolutely drop-dead gorgeous MILFs. The mix of Carol's cocoa scent and Mom's shower gel was like a drug, almost as addictive as cocaine, though I'd never tried it.Carol dramatically sang, "I missed you guys so much," making Mom and me chuckle at her usual theatrics."It's been what, only 2 weeks since we last met. It's not like we haven't seen each other for 2 years," I said, my eyes glued to the way Carol and Mom's tits pressed together, my mind instantly painting a picture of their naked breasts mashed up, Mom's pale, milky white tits against Carol's dark, chocolatey ones. I imagined myself buried between them, suffocating in that paradise. What a way to go. And I'm pretty sure Mom had already caught me checking Carol out and staring at their pressed tits; she was always sharp at catching my wandering eyes."That's ridiculous. 2 weeks away from my sweet Thea feels like 2 decades," Carol sang in her dramatic tone before her gaze shifted to me, her voice turning teasing, "And I also can't forget about her handsome son." She pulled away, the close contact having tugged her V-neck T-shirt down a bit more, exposing a teasing expanse of cleavage. I was already obsessed with Mom's body, and now Carol was in the mix. This was gonna be the death of me.I saw Mom glance at the living room clock; it was nearing 11 AM. She then spoke, "I almost forgot, we have to go get some groceries. We're out of almost everything." I remembered, too; she had mentioned we'd hit the local shops for the task. She turned to Carol, "But I don't want you to feel left alone in the house."In response, Carol suggested to Mom, "Well, how about you go fetch the groceries, and Drew here can keep me company?" Her proposal brought a skeptical look to Mom's face, and I could tell she was worried we might get carried away, given our earlier closeness. Though I highly doubted it. Sure, I'd gotten bold enough to whisper intimately to Carol, and she seemed to like it, but I was way out of her league. I got this close with Mom because of our lifelong mother-son bond. Plus, Carol already had a husband, Michael, a good man despite his quiet nature, and I'm sure she loved him dearly.Then Mom composed herself, her face clearing of any doubt. I guess she realized I wasn't in the game to actually seduce Carol, which kinda deflated my previously inflated ego. She then asked me, "Honey, do you mind keeping her company?"Carol immediately chimed in for me, "Of course he doesn't mind," she said, pulling me into a side embrace, her cocoa scent flooding my senses again, making my cock twitch in my pants.I cleared my throat, feeling the heat of her body against mine. "Uh, yeah, sure. I don't mind," I replied to Mom.Mom sighed before adding, "I'm glad. I didn't want to leave her alone in my house; she might steal and run away.""You fucking bitch," Carol exclaimed, slapping Mom playfully on the arm, making Mom wince before slapping Carol back. Sometimes, they seemed less like friends and more like sisters, the way they'd argue, shove, and even hit each other, radiating pure sibling energy. I stepped in, pulling them apart, "Alright, ladies, calm down. We don't want the living room turning into a wrestling ring."Carol and Mom composed themselves, clearing their throats in unison. After that, Mom decided to head out. I gave her another kiss on the cheek, letting my lips linger a bit longer, feeling the warmth of her skin, before seeing her off at the door, watching her curves sway as she left, my mind already racing with what might happen with Carol alone.
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Once I saw Mom out the door, I headed back to the living room, where I found Carol flopping down on the couch with a loud thump, the mattress springs protesting under her weight, making her bounce a bit. Her breasts jiggled visibly through her T-shirt and jacket, their mass must be fucking incredible, I thought, almost hypnotizing."Do you want anything to drink?" I yelled to Carol as I gathered the dishes from the dining table. I noticed Mom's cereal bowl, still half-filled, and the fact that it had my cum mixed in with the milk was mind-blowing. I grabbed it too, along with the plates, and headed to the kitchen, dropping them in the sink before returning. Carol looked back from the couch, her eyes catching mine."What can you offer?" she asked, her voice carrying that playful lilt."Uh... water?" I replied, and immediately, Carol burst into a fit of laughter, her voice echoing through the room, rich and contagious. I couldn't help but smile, caught up in her amusement, my cheeks warming. I approached the couch and sat beside her, the scent of cocoa from her skin wrapping around me like a seductive fog. "Sorry, I would offer you tea or coffee, or juice, but as Mom said, we're out of groceries."She composed herself, wiping a tear from her eye, and put a hand on my shoulder, her touch sending an electric shiver down my spine. "Don't worry, Drew. I'm not that thirsty," she said, her tone dripping with double meaning, her eyes twinkling with mischief. I wondered if she meant it literally or if she was teasing me about something else, like maybe being thirsty for something more... personal. Her hand lingered, warm and heavy, and I felt my cock stirring, hoping she didn't notice the effect she had on me.I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the heat her touch had stirred. "Do you wanna watch a movie to pass the time until Mom returns?" I asked, getting a nod from her in return. I grabbed the remote, turning on the TV, the default news channel flickering on. I flipped through the channels until we found one playing a movie that caught her interest, then set the remote aside and leaned back into the couch. Her proximity was still distracting as hell, my senses buzzing with her cocoa scent. I stole a glance sideways at her chest, those massive tits proudly straining against her jacket, and my mind raced with the same filthy thoughts it had about Mom.What color were her nipples? Were they perky, puffy, or maybe inverted? What were her areolas like, and how did their shade contrast with her dark skin? God, how badly I wanted to latch onto those chocolatey milkers, suck them dry, and find out for myself.She suddenly turned towards me without warning, catching me red-handed checking her out, but she only smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "So, Drew, what did you and Thea do during the storm? How did you guys pass the time?" she asked, crossing one leg over the other, the movement making her ass look even more emphasized. Fuck, her ass must be bigger and rounder than Mom's, a fucking booty goddess, and I could feel my cock twitching at the thought of burying my face there."Uh, nothing special, really. We just chatted when we hung out on the couch watching TV, or during meals. I spent most of the day in my room," I lied, my voice shaky, trying to keep it cool. There was no way I could spill the truth—God forbid if she ever found out about us. Her best friend letting her own son dive into such intimate, incestuous acts. What would she think if she knew I made Mom cum by fingering her pussy out in the backyard, or that she sucked my cock this morning, swallowed my cum, and even made me taste it? Not to mention the filthy things we did to each other's asses, even if it was brief, it was still pure perversion.At my answer, she raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, maybe picking up on my nervous tone. I couldn't help it; improvising on the spot made it hard to speak without stammering. But before she could probe further, I turned it around, "What about you?" I asked, hoping to deflect."Oh god, don't even get me started with that. It was absolutely torturous. I was so bored out of my mind, and I also had to put up with Kayla's tantrums because she couldn't go out to buy her stupid fucking games. And then there's my boring ass husband; I asked him multiple times to do something fun, maybe play some indoor games with our daughter, or do a movie marathon as a family, but no, the gentleman's busy with his 'office work,' fucking what? Office work at home during the storm when everyone else in the state was cooped up doing nothing but being lazy bums. This is why I hate people who work from home. Listen to me, Drew, never in your life consider a work-from-home job; it might seem like a sweet deal at first, but it'll only steal your precious time away from your family when you start your own—" Holy fucking shit. I only asked her what she did during the storm, and now she was full-on venting to me. I mean, yeah, we've shared a lot before, but she seemed genuinely frustrated this time. Maybe she was hoping for some quality family time with her husband and daughter, and they weren't interested in indulging in those moments. It made me feel kinda bad for Carol; she was a beautiful, caring woman, and she didn't deserve to be neglected like that.Without thinking, I placed my hand on her shoulder to get her attention, and she stopped talking, turning to look at me. "Calm down, Carol. Take a breath. I'm sorry to hear you had to deal with that for three whole days, but it's okay, you're here with us right now; we can enjoy ourselves," I said, and wait, why did that last part sound kinda suggestive? 'Enjoy ourselves' huh, that definitely had an innuendo vibe, like we could get real cozy, maybe more than just talking.She seemed to calm down at that, taking a deep breath and exhaling. "I'm sorry, Drew. It's just... I do so much for them, yet they never give me their attention, neither of them. I know it's just how they are, and they like their personal space. But I'm their wife and mother, for god's sake. I deserve their time too," she said, suddenly looking so sad, the usual glow on her face dimming. I was so used to her energetic, teasing personality that seeing her like this upset me too, and I immediately wanted to comfort her, maybe even in ways that weren't so innocent."Come here," I said, leaning in, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her into a warm hug. Her cocoa scent filled my nostrils, her breasts pressing against my chest, soft and heavy, making my cock twitch. I brought my lips to her ear, whispering, "It's okay, don't be sad. I don't like seeing you like this," and then, driven by a mix of lust and comfort, I pressed my lips to her cheek, lingering a moment longer than necessary, feeling the heat of her skin. An act I rarely did with her; she always kissed my cheek to comfort or praise me, but I got flustered kissing back, only doing it when she gave me those puppy eyes or emotionally blackmailed me, even accusing me of being racist, all for a kiss on the cheek.I slowly pulled my lips away, not wanting to make this moment awkward, but at first, she didn't react. Then she smiled, a warm, appreciative smile, not teasing. "Thank you so much, Drew. I know I can always count on you when things get rough," she said, leaning in to kiss my cheek back. The feel of her thick, wet lips, likely from that lip gloss, was like fire on my skin, sending tingles through me, sparking perverted thoughts even in this wholesome moment, imagining those lips elsewhere, maybe wrapped around something more personal.I shook those dirty thoughts away, trying to focus. "So, how long are you here?" I asked, hoping she'd stay longer. I liked her company, despite her constant teasing, and now, with this new lust in me, I was even more eager to be around her. Sitting facing me, my eyes couldn't help but drift to her chest, to that teasing cleavage, practically begging my perverted mind to grab her T-shirt and rip it open, freeing those massive tits trapped inside, letting them bounce free for me to feast on.She caught my eyes again, following my gaze fixed on her breasts. She looked up at me, grinning, "Why? Are you bored with me already, Drew?" she asked, her tone thick with tease, back to her old self, and fuck, I was glad she wasn't sad anymore, but that tone was doing things to me, like daring me to test the waters, even though I knew I shouldn't. She wasn't Mom; I remembered when Mom got upset with me, I nearly had a breakdown, but if I upset Carol, god, I didn't even want to think about it. Once, I saw her in a heated argument with Kayla on her 17th birthday, drunk off her ass. Carol didn't care it was her daughter's special day; she gave Kayla an earful so ruthless I felt my own ears bleed. I couldn't risk getting on Carol's bad side, but then why did I feel like pushing it? She was teasing me, even after catching me checking her out, her eyes glinting with that challenge, like she wanted me to cross a line, to see how far I'd go with those big, fuckable tits within reach."Oh, I could never be bored in the company of such a fine lady," I said, throwing caution to the wind, letting my desires steer the ship into dangerous waters. Flirting with her? That idea was wild, too absurd, especially with a goddess like her who could make even the hottest guys at school tremble at her feet. But these urges were stubborn, craving to explore forbidden territory, and I was letting them take the wheel.At my bold remark, she only smirked, and fuck, even that expression was enough to drive anyone wild. "You really are a charmer, aren't you?" she asked, her voice low, inviting."Only with beauties like you," I shot back, my tone dripping with suggestion."Flattery will get you everywhere, handsome," she purred, her eyes glinting."Everywhere, huh?" I pushed, my question clearly suggestive, testing the limits, my cock already stirring in my pants.She faced me fully, crossing her legs, her jeans flexing impressively without tearing, and rested her elbow on her knee, her face in her palm, those glossy lips so close. "You're different," she told me simply, making me raise an eyebrow. Different how? Did she mean I was being too flirty, stepping over the line? Was she pissed somehow? Her expression didn't say so, though."Different how?" I asked, hoping I hadn't gone too far."I don't know. I can't pinpoint exactly what it is, but you've changed a bit," she said, her gaze locked on me, studying me with keen interest."What do you mean? I haven't changed, I'm still the same Drew you helped Mom raise.""No, you're not. You always got so nervous and flustered when I asked for a kiss, or remember that time you accidentally brushed my ass and kept apologizing without even looking at my face? But now, I don't see that in you.""I'm sorry if I crossed a line," I said, fearing she was upset with my advances."I don't mean it's a bad thing, Drew. When I say you've changed, I meant you've become confident. I like it on you." Wait, what? So not only was she not pissed, but she liked my confidence? Had I actually gained confidence? What she said about me being a nervous, flustered mess was spot on. I wondered if all those intimate moments with Mom, a goddess of beauty, had somehow made me more accustomed to female attention and their bodies. I mean, it was a good thing, right? I certainly don't think I'd be as nervous around girls now as I would've been a week ago."Thanks, I guess?" I wasn't sure how to respond to her observation, my mind still reeling. My eyes drifted to her chest again, her body leaning forward, making her cleavage more prominent, that dark cave between those fleshy mountains, a sight that made my mouth water."And you've become bolder with your ogling too," she said, catching me off guard, her grin widening. My eyes snapped up to meet hers, heart racing."What do you mean, Carol?" I asked, voice shaky."Well, when you used to check me out before, you at least tried to be sneaky, even though you weren't. But now, you're openly staring, no shame at all. That confidence is showing," she murmured, her voice warm, not a hint of displeasure, more like she enjoyed it."I... I'm, I'm sorry... I didn't—" I stammered, unable to come up with an excuse for staring at her tits, of course not; anything I said would paint me as a pervert."Stop being so worried. Where'd that confidence go suddenly, baby?" she whispered, her tone intimate, almost seductive. She let go of her face from her palm, lifting her elbow from her knees. Staring deep into my eyes, she started slipping off her jacket, revealing the sleeveless T-shirt underneath, her full arms on display, skin radiating heat. “I like you looking at me”. I gulped, feeling my dick twitch. She tossed the jacket to the corner of the couch, then grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it down, the neckline dipping lower, exposing more of her cleavage, the skin where her breasts met now clearly visible, inviting me to dive in."Wow," I let out without thinking, which made her chuckle mischievously, her laugh low and sultry."I see you like it," she purred, her voice now dripping with sultriness, just like Mom's, her eyes still locked on mine, burning into me. She stood on her knees, grabbing the waistband of her jeans, fingers toying with the button. "Do you want me to take it off as well, handsome?" she asked, her tone intimate, like she was offering me a forbidden treat.I couldn't speak. No way this was happening. Carol, the woman I'd crushed on since childhood, the black goddess whose body made heads turn on the street, was now stripping for me in my living room while Mom was out grocery shopping, clueless about this. "I... Carol, you're so—" I couldn't finish as her laughter cut me off, loud and maniacal, holding her stomach like it was the funniest shit she'd seen. This bitch, she was teasing me from the start, and I fell for it like a fucking idiot. Of course, I should've known better. This was Carol, the biggest tease I knew, our whole dynamic built on riling each other up. And I got so damn cocky, thinking I actually had a shot, all because I was doing obscene shit with Mom."You should look at your face," she gasped, trying to control her laughter. I just stared, not finding it funny at all, my ego bruised. All that talk about me being more confident, changing, was bullshit. I didn't say a word, just leaned back on the couch, avoiding her gaze.As her laughter died down, I kept my eyes away, feeling her stares boring into me."Hey," she called, voice softer. I didn't reply."Hey, Drew," still no response."Hey, pervert," okay, now she was pissing me off.I got off the couch without a word, and I heard her stand, following me. I was heading upstairs when she blocked my path, standing close, her body heat radiating. "Are you mad?" she asked, eyes searching mine."No, I'm not," I lied, clearly steamed."Bullshit," she called out."What's it to you?" I snapped, trying to push past, but she was stronger, holding me in place, her grip firm on my arm."Oh, come on, Drew. I was only kidding. We do that all the time, right?" she asked, and now I sensed a flicker of worry, like maybe she'd gone too far.I looked down at my feet, "You said I was more confident, and I thought maybe I was. It made me happy, but you were just lying.""That's not true. I meant what I said. You really are more confident now, I didn't lie to you about that," she whispered, pulling me into a hug, her breasts pressing against me, shattering my upset, her cocoa scent intoxicating. She brought her lips to my ear, breath hot, whispering, "I also meant it when I said I liked you looking at me, baby," and without waiting for my reaction, she sauntered back to the couch, focusing on the TV, leaving me dazed, my cock twitching, wondering if she was teasing again.Just then, I heard Carol's phone ring from the couch. She picked it up and started talking, but I was out of earshot, unable to catch her words. After a few moments, she hung up and glanced back, checking if I was still there. Spotting me, she called out, "Thea just called me. She asked you to head to the grocery shop near the 2nd block from here. Your old mom can't carry all that stuff on her own."I sighed, making my way through the living room. As I reached the front door, I heard Carol call after me, "What a prude child, leaving his poor old mother to do the labor of carrying those heavy bags in this burning heat.""You're the one who suggested I stay here and keep your ungrateful ass company. Also, it's fucking cloudy outside, what do you mean 'in this burning heat'?" My snap only made her laugh, and I sighed in defeat; this woman was too much. As sexy as she was, and as badly as I wanted to fuck her, she was still a pain in the ass.I opened the front door, looking back to the living room, trying to get back at her. I yelled, "Don't steal anything, or I'll report you for theft." And with that, without waiting for any of her comebacks, I stepped out and closed the door.
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I walked through the streets, the aftermath of the storm evident all around as my eyes scanned the area. Many trees had been uprooted, their fallen trunks blocking some roads, forcing cars to detour, which made the available routes more crowded and traffic-filled. Though there weren't many cars anyway, mostly corporate ones like garbage trucks, ambulances, and a few delivery bikes zipping by.The sidewalks were nearly deserted, with only a couple of people in sight. An old man walking his dog passed by, nice enough to wave a "hello," and I returned the greeting with a smile.The sky was still cloudy, though not as dense as it had been this morning when I woke up. There were a few breaks in the dark clouds where sunlight filtered through, casting patches of light on the damp streets.I continued my walk, passing the blocks until I spotted the local shop where Mom was supposed to be. I entered, and immediately saw her. She noticed me and called out, and I went over. She had done a lot of shopping, clearly not planning to venture out again for groceries until our housebound period ended.I helped by grabbing most of the bags, while she held two, one in each hand. We walked out of the shop, heading back towards our block."So, what did you and Carol do while I was gone?" Mom asked as we walked side by side."Just her usual teasing, you know how she is," I replied, my mind flashing back to her 'teasing,' though I fell for it hard. Still, her whisper afterwards, saying she liked me looking at her, lingered, leaving me unsure if she meant it or was still playing. Just thinking about it was making me horny, and the fact that I didn't get to cum after her teasing left me restless."Just that?" Mom asked, her tone almost accusing. Was she jealous again? She couldn't be. It's not like we did anything out of the ordinary."What do you mean?" I asked, feeling a bit on edge."Don't act dumb; I saw the way you were looking at her in the house, without any shame. And then the thing you whispered to her, you think I didn't hear that?" she said, and oh shit, I was busted. She wasn't just good at catching me peeking; apparently, she had razor-sharp hearing too."I mean... I just told her she looked beautiful—""Fucking beautiful," she corrected me immediately, her voice sharp.I sighed, defeated, though she didn't sound upset; there was a hint of something, but it hardly seemed like jealousy."Okay, you got me. But she really did look fucking beautiful today," I admitted truthfully, doubting she'd ever actually envy Carol; I knew they loved each other deeply. But I didn't want Mom to think I was throwing myself at any sexy woman just because they're 'fucking beautiful.' I glanced to the side, continuing, "Are you upset?" I asked, my voice softer, worried about her reaction.Her head snapped towards me, "What— no, of course not. I'm not upset that you were ogling her; I know she's an absolute feast for the eyes. When I was married to your dad, even he sometimes peeked at her, and Carol and I would later just laugh about it. Sometimes I even caught Michael looking at me, and Carol and I did the same, giggling over it." She told me, and I was pretty shocked. Dad used to check Carol out? Okay, he was an asshole, but I can't blame him for that. And Mom and Carol just laughed about it? And Michael used to check Mom out too? God, I didn't think he had it in him, barely speaking, let alone his eyes wandering from his own goddess of a wife, but again, I couldn't blame him either. To call Mom hot would be an understatement."Then what's the problem?" I asked, my eyes drifting to her chest, her tits bouncing wildly with each step, and that's when I realized she had gone out, in public, without a bra. The thought made my cock twitch in my pants.She let out a sigh. "It's just that, I don't want Carol to be weirded out by your advances. Looking was fine when you used to be sneaky; yeah, I caught you back then too. But doing it so openly and making bold remarks might make her uncomfortable." Wait, so the issue wasn't me checking her out or making bold comments, but the possibility that it might upset Carol? Does that mean Mom would be okay with it if Carol didn't mind? She did whisper she liked me looking at her, and the way she took off her jacket in front of me felt beyond our usual teasing.But I had to respect Mom's wishes and acknowledge her concerns, "Okay, I'll be careful from now on. I'm sorry," I told her, though I wasn't sure if I COULD actually be careful. My newly awakened lust had already pushed me to do things I'd never imagined."You don't have to be sorry, baby. It's perfectly fine to want to look at her. She's a sexy woman; I'd be worried if you didn't want to ogle her," she said, her words sending a jolt straight to my dick. Her calling Carol sexy was fucking hot. I gulped, and Mom caught my reaction, a grin spreading across her face, "I also saw how you stared at our tits when we all hugged in the living room." Fuck, I couldn't afford to get this horny in public. True, there were barely any people around, but it felt too risky. Yet, in the back of my twisted mind, the thrill of being so aroused out here, or even indulging in some obscene acts in the open, was unbelievably kinky, and I was already on the verge of losing control and cumming in my pants. The constant walking, with my throbbing cock rubbing against the fabric, didn't help either.When she saw I was too lost in my thoughts to respond, she spoke, "You know..." she trailed off, and I felt her move closer, still walking side by side, her scent of shower gel wrapping around me like a seductive fog. She brought her face to my ear, her breath hot, and whispered, "Carol's tits are one cup bigger than mine." I immediately felt precum leaking in my pants, the information shocking me and fueling my arousal. Carol's tits were bigger than Mom's? I mean, sure, I've never seen Carol's bare tits, god knows I wanted to so fucking bad, but I always thought they were the same size, at least from what I could tell when they stood side by side, clothed. I knew Carol had a bigger ass than Mom's, but bigger tits too? Holy fuck, I wanted to see them, squeeze those chocolatey melons, suck on them till she moaned."Mmh, you liked that, didn't you? The fact that your childhood crush has bigger boobies than your mommy," she whispered, and my head snapped to her face, lust and a grin clear as day. How the fuck did she know I had a crush on Carol? Who was this woman, exactly? And what else did she know about me? At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if she knew shit about me I didn't even realize. "And her ass. Mmh, fuck, she's got a big fucking ass, doesn't she, baby?" she purred. Why was she doing this to me in public? I couldn't take it anymore, my cock throbbing, rubbing against my pants with each step, but I couldn't do shit out here. And with Carol in our house, we couldn't get wild there either. Mom knew it, the fucking tease, driving me crazy.After a few minutes, we reached our front yard, approaching the door. Mom set one bag down to twist the knob, opening it for us before picking the bag back up. We walked into the house, passing through the living room, and saw Carol standing there, as if waiting for our return. I also noticed she was back in her jacket and she had put her boots back on, which she had taken off after greeting me earlier.She approached us, eyeing the bags in our hands. "God, Thea, did you shop for the entire block?" she asked, earning an eye roll from Mom. Then her smile faltered as she continued, "Michael just called me and said he needed me for something important. I have to go." I immediately felt a pang of disappointment at her leaving so soon, but the sick, perverted part of me was delighted, knowing it would leave Mom and me alone."What? You're leaving already? At least stay for lunch; it's past 12 PM, lunchtime," Mom tried to convince Carol to stay, clearly upset at her best friend's departure."I know, babe. But he said it was urgent, something to do with our upcoming trip," she explained, then she seemed to remember something. She continued, "Speaking of the trip, you guys are still invited. They’ll probably open all the service next week, so we should be good to go.”"Where are we even headed anyway?" Mom asked, and I was curious too."Michael's parents have a gorgeous beach house just outside the city. He's shown me pictures, and the interiors look absolutely stunning. I can't wait to see the exterior and explore around, not to mention the beach," Carol answered, and my mind immediately filled with images of Mom and Carol in bikinis, their giant tits on display, people walking by gawking, having their own twisted thoughts about their voluptuous and fuckable bodies, especially my own mother's, the idea disturbingly arousing, my cock already twitching.Mom's face lit up, clapping her hands together, excited as fuck, "Oh my god, wow. I've never been to a beach house before," she squealed, like a kid hyped for an amusement park, and fuck, it was cute as hell."I know, Thea. That's why I suggested you guys join us. Plus, I know those two will barely join in anything fun besides lounging inside or baking under the sun. You two will keep me great company," she said, then turned to me, a sly grin spreading, "Won't you, baby?" That was loaded, too suggestive to miss, and I'm sure Mom caught it too. I fantasized about all the ways I could keep this sexy black MILF goddess 'great company.’I pulled myself together, answering, "Yes, of course, we will," which only made her grin wider, like she knew exactly what I was thinking."Well, I'm gonna head out then. Take care, you two," she said, and we started saying our goodbyes. She began with Mom, walking over, wrapping her arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug, their bodies pressed so close Mom's cleavage practically spilled out of her frock, a sight already stirring my cock. Carol broke the hug, planting a kiss right at the corner of Mom's mouth, and fuck, it was one of the hottest things I'd seen, wishing I could watch them make out. My mind painted them smashing lips, Mom's wet, juicy, strawberry-flavored ones pressing deep against Carol's thick, glossy ones, imagining the filthy things they could do with those mouths. I was close to cumming just thinking about it.She pulled away from Mom, approaching me, my heart racing immediately. Her expression, that grin, those fierce eyes, told me she was up to no good. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug, her tits crushing against my chest, her cocoa scent invading all my senses. She brought those kissable, thick lips to my cheek, pressing them there, holding longer than usual, letting me feel every inch of their fullness, then I felt her lips part, a wet, soft tongue sliding against my skin, licking me. Yeah, this was new, not something she ever did. She pulled back, looking at me with those fierce eyes, lips curled into a smirk, that mole under them making her even sexier, leaving me dazed, my cock throbbing, wondering what the fuck just happened.Mom then walked Carol to the door, and I followed behind, my eyes glued to their swaying asses, each step a hypnotic dance. Carol stepped out, turning back once more, waving a last goodbye before heading out of the front yard.Mom started twisting the knob to close the door, but I couldn't hold back anymore. I reached from behind, crashing my chest against her back, my hands shooting to her tits, grabbing them both as I kneaded with need and hunger. The constant teasing from Carol earlier, then Mom talking about her best friend's body in public, and finally Carol's bold move right in front of Mom—it was all too much, and I couldn't stop myself now.The sudden action clearly surprised Mom, a loud gasp escaping her lips. She turned her head back as my hands continued their assault on her tits. "Baby, what are you doing?" she asked, playing dumb, like she didn't know anything."I can't take it anymore, mommy. You guys are driving me fucking wild," I nearly moaned, squeezing her tits harder, earning a pleasurable groan from her. I grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around. I seized the neckline of her frock and yanked it down in one swift move, her soft breasts springing free, those dark pink nipples and puffy areolas looking more inviting than ever. I squeezed both breasts in my palms, loving how her nipples and areolas popped out with each firm squeeze."Fuck, baby. Are you horny?" she asked, bringing her hand to caress my cheek. "Did my sweet baby boy get all worked up..." she trailed off, leaning down to my ear, whispering in that sultry tone, "...because of mommy's sexy best friend?" she finished, and my cock twitched, precum leaking, making me instinctively pinch her nipples hard, almost too hard, but she only moaned loudly."Shit, mommy, you're such a fucking tease," I growled, starting to rub her nipples with my thumbs, loving how swollen they were from the harsh pinch."And you're such a fucking pervert. You already ogle at mommy and molest her sexy body all the time, but that's not enough, is it? Now you're fantasizing about doing the same to my precious best friend?" she said, her hand leaving my cheek, sliding down my neck, over my chest, past my stomach, until it rested on my waistband, hooking her fingers in."You can't blame me. It's like you said, she's a sexy woman," I told her, watching as she slowly pulled my pants down, my throbbing cock springing free, the tip already glistening with precum, both of us looking down at it."Oh my, you're already at the edge. Mmh, do you like Carol that much, baby?" she asked, slowly wrapping her fingers around my needy cock, squeezing it as more drops of cum leaked out, dripping onto the floor."She's... fuck, she's really hot," I moaned as her fingers started moving back and forth on my shaft, agonizingly slow, like she was edging me on purpose. I continued, "Fuck, her body is so sexy and... so fucking slutty.""Mmmh, I know, sweetie. She's got such a fuckable body, doesn't she?" she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "The way her tits bounce with every move, her ass shaking with each step, like she's begging to be touched. She's one hot slut, huh?" Fuck, Mom just called Carol, her best friend, a slut. Every word spilling from this woman's mouth was a trigger to an exploding orgasm. My dick twitched hard, and Mom obviously noticed, her fingers wrapped around it. Her grin grew wider, eyes darkening with lust. "Oh, you liked that, huh? You liked when I called her a slut, didn't you, you dirty pervert?" she asked, her fingers picking up pace, my legs already shaking."Fuck, mom... you're gonna make me—" I couldn't finish, a pleasurable grunt cutting me off."What was that? I'm gonna what? Make you cum? Am I the one making you blow your load, or is it my slut of a friend who kept teasing you, right in front of me like the shameless whore she is?" she growled, her fingers now fisted tight, stroking me back and forth, my orgasm teetering on the edge."Fuck, oh god, mom... this is too much," I moaned pathetically, completely at her mercy. Dirty talk was hot, sure. The rape talk we did was fucking mind-blowing, sure. But degrading her own best friend for pleasure, how horny and degenerate did you have to be to get there? Her filthy, vulgar words were something my fucked-up side craved more, and I found myself wanting her to say the nastiest, most twisted shit she could muster.Mom then let go of my cock, and my hungry dick, already on the brink, missed her touch immediately. Both her hands went to the waistline of her leggings, pulling them down to her knees, revealing she wasn't wearing panties. Wait, so not only did she go out grocery shopping without a bra, but no panties either? Holy shit, Mom. I noticed a trail of liquid flowing from her crotch, dribbling down her thighs, and the scent of her cunt hit my nostrils like a drug as she lowered her leggings, wet and inviting, driving me wild.She turned, bending over, one hand pressed against the door, the other reaching back to pull an ass cheek apart, revealing her moist, dripping cunt, with a teasing peek at her brown puckered hole. My mouth watered; she looked like a porn star, posing like that, making me wonder if she'd finally let me fuck her. God, I wanted to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock, that soaking hole looking fuckable as hell."Three fingers," she demanded plainly. I raised an eyebrow, confused. She sighed, "I want you to shove three fingers in my pussy, thrust them in one go, no need to be gentle. Mommy wants it hard right now. Mommy's too horny for slow thrusts." She ordered, and who was I to refuse my goddess? I joined my fingers, thumb and pinky out, and pushed three digits into her pussy, thrusting deep, her hips jerking as she growled, pain and pleasure mixing. My fingers met her warm, wet insides, slippery as fuck."Ohhhh fuck, yes, baby. Just like that. Now start fucking mommy's pussy with those fingers, ram them in and out as hard as you can," she half-spoke, half-moaned. I saw her fist clench against the door, fingers digging into her ass. She was loving this, out of her mind.I complied, sliding out until just the tips were in, then slamming back, pulling out, thrusting in again, fast as hell, just like she wanted. The squelching was obscene, pussy juice spraying as I pounded her faster, my hand starting to ache from the speed."Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... oh god, fuck yes. Pound my pussy harder, you bastard. Abuse my fucking cunt with those fingers, you dirty motherfucker," she moaned, hips pushing back, insatiable. I wasn't even touching my dick, but it was twitching, leaking like a faucet."Am I a motherfucker, mommy?" I asked, the squelching intensifying, her arousal soaking my hand."Fuck yes, you are. You're fucking mommy's pussy with your fingers, so you're a motherfucker," she moaned, looking back, eyes locked with mine, sweat beading on her forehead.Something primal took over; I reached my other hand to her hair, grabbing a fistful, tugging hard, pulling her head back. I leaned in, mouth close to her ear, growling, "I wanna be a real motherfucker, mommy. I wanna fuck you, fuck your pussy, fuck your... mmmh... fuck your ass.""You wanna... fuck, god yes... you wanna fuck mommy's holes, baby? Wanna slide that throbbing cock into your slutty mother's incestuous snatch?" she gasped, grunts punctuating each word, her filthy words pushing me closer."Yes. I wanna shove this cock, the cock you made with your pussy, back into your pussy," I couldn't believe my mouth, but fuck, I was matching her."Only my... my pussy? What about my ass? You wanna put that... fuck, big throbbing cock... inside mommy's nasty shithole?" God, I was close. This woman was a dirty fucking bitch, and I craved every inch, every twisted thought in her head."Fuck, that too. I wanna feel my cock wrapped around that tight, dirty hole." This was too much. "Fuck, mommy. I can't hold it anymore. I need to cum so fucking bad. Please touch me," I nearly begged, not lying; it was unbearable."No," she said sternly, and my fingers paused at her rejection. She looked back, panting, sweat running down her face. "Make me cum first. I need it more. Now start moving your fingers," she ordered, authority dripping. Something stirred in me, primal, dangerous, rage filling my eyes.My hand left her hair, going to her throat, squeezing firmly, and she gasped, no protest. I started thrusting back into her cunt, fucking her harder, rage fueling my speed."God, yes... Fuck, just like that, now this is what... oh shit... what I wanted. God, you... finger fuck mommy's pussy so good," she moaned, hips meeting each thrust, legs shaking. The sight of her, moaning like that, against our front door—wait, our front door. My mind twisted."Mommy," I spoke loudly to grab her attention, normal tone useless now. She looked back, lips parted, moaning. "Open the door," I said simply.Her eyes widened, hips still rocking. "What?" she squealed as I curled my fingers inside, making her howl."Open the door. I'm gonna make you cum while you're exposed, exposed to anyone passing by the gate" I pushed, testing a new boundary, and she seemed too lost to deny.She didn't reply immediately, eyes on me, wondering if I was serious. I convinced her with more curling, thrusting, making her howl another loud moan. Her hand, holding her ass apart, let go, her cheek snapping back, squeezing my fingers tighter. With a trembling hand, from nerves and anticipation, she grabbed the knob, twisting, holding. I squeezed her throat harder, growling, "Open the fucking door."She swung it open, the chilly air hitting our heated bodies. We both looked ahead—our front yard, the gate at the end. Anyone passing could see this perverted act, Mom's tits out, pussy dripping from her son's fingers, and the thought, the thrill, was arousing on a whole new level.
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Dear readers,I'm writing this with a heavy heart and great disappointment. I regret to inform you that I've suffered a catastrophic loss - my phone, which contained the completed manuscript of my story, has been wiped clean, and I've lost all 18 remaining chapters.Despite my best efforts to recover the data, it seems irretrievable. I'm still trying to come to terms with this, and I'm struggling to find the motivation to restart from scratch.I know how invested some of you have become in Adrian and Cynthia's journey, and I'm deeply sorry to let you down. I had grown attached to the characters myself, and it's hard for me to accept that their story may remain untold.I appreciate your understanding and support during this difficult time. I'll take some time to reflect on my next steps, but for now, it seems our story has come to an abrupt end.However, I don't want to leave you completely disappointed! I'm already looking forward to starting my next writing project, and I promise to get back to writing as soon as possible. I have plenty of new ideas and stories to share, and I hope you'll join me on those future journeys.Thank you for reading, and I hope you'll give me another chance to entertain and engage you with my future stories.Sincerely,Drew
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Exciting news for those who liked my 'The Forbidden Dynamic' series! After months of considering it abandoned due to lost pre-written chapters, I've decided to revive the story. I couldn't bear leaving Cynthia and Adrian's journey unfinished, and I'm eager to continue their tale. This time, I'll introduce some new twists, but rest assured, the quality will remain unchanged. Please be patient as I've just begun writing, and I aim to complete multiple chapters before sharing them again. Thank you for your unwavering love and support – it means the world to me!
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The chilly air pouring in from the open door carried that post-storm bite, and I didn’t even need to peek around to know Mom’s plump nipples were getting teased by the cold gusts. But honestly, the view from behind was too damn hot to care—her naked body bent over, hands gripping the doorframe to hold herself up, cold sweat glistening across her back, all while I slammed my fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. It was a sight I couldn’t peel my eyes from.And the sheer fucked-up thrill of it? Here I was, finger-banging my own mom, her bare ass out for the world to see, the open door daring anyone passing the front gate to catch a glimpse they’d never forget. She was moaning like a bitch in heat, totally lost as my fingers wrecked her insides.My left hand, the one clamped tight around her throat, let go and slid down to her chest. I grabbed her left tit, squeezing it hard, then snagged her nipple between my fingers—rock-solid, just like I figured—and tugged it down. She let out a growl, a mix of pain and pleasure ripping through her, and fuck, it only made me want more.“Look out there, Mommy. See the front gate? What if someone—a neighbor—strolls by and catches you like this?” I said, keeping up the relentless assault on her pussy. The three fingers she’d demanded were pumping in and out of her slick, meaty canal, her sloppy walls gripping tight around them. My head was spinning with the possibilities I’d just thrown out there. I pictured it—some random stranger, a neighbor, hell, even one of my buddies, walking past the gate and glancing over. They’d see my sweet, depraved-as-fuck mom in all her glory: those huge, cow-like tits swinging with every thrust of my fingers, her hips bucking back, that twisted, blissed-out look on her face, her moans drifting faintly across the yard. Just imagining someone else witnessing her like this sent my arousal into overdrive, but I had to keep it together. I didn’t want to blow my load without even a hand on me, just because I was too damn horny to stop myself from cumming on the spot. Who was I fooling? I was a mess, desperate for release.Right after I said it, she followed my cue and stared straight ahead, her back to me, head up, peering out the open door toward the fenced gate. I could tell her mind was racing with the same wild thoughts—her silence and fixed gaze gave it away. She didn’t say a word, just kept looking, so I figured I’d drag an answer out of her myself. I snagged her nipple between my thumb and index finger and pinched—hard as fuck, hard enough to know it stung deep, judging by the way she damn near screamed.Her head whipped back toward me, but her hips didn’t miss a beat, still rocking to meet my thrusts. I saw her eyes were watery, and a flicker of worry hit me. Shit, had I gone too far and actually hurt her? But fuck, that look on her face—sweaty, teary-eyed, almost begging as she let out those soft moans and groans—it spurred me on, telling me to keep going, not back off.“Do you want that? Mmf, fuck yeah… you want Mommy to be… shit, shit… seen by others while she’s… mmhh, getting her cunt fucked by your fingers, baby?” she half-moaned, her words sending another jolt through my dick. Imagining it was one thing, but hearing her say it out loud? That was a whole new level of filthy hotness.“Yeah. I wanna show the whole damn world what a nasty slut you are, Mommy. Wanna let ‘em see what’s hiding under your clothes, how fucking fuckable you really are,” I moaned back, my head swimming with the words spilling out. Picturing her bare-ass naked in front of other people was fresh territory, but right then, it was one of the sexiest things I could think of.“Mmmh, oh my fucking God, yes, baby, keep slamming those fingers, you filthy boy,” she groaned loud, and part of me hoped the neighbors didn’t hear—though maybe I wanted them to. Her legs spread wider, her pussy walls clamping down hard, and I knew she was right on the edge. “You wanna show the world what a slut your Mommy is? Careful what you wish for, sweetheart—you might just get it.” What the hell did she mean? Was she actually down to flash herself to others? It was probably just a wild, horny thought in the heat of the moment, but damn, when she said it, my brain latched onto it like a lifeline. “Oh God… oh fuck, fuck, fuck, baby… Mommy’s so fucking close. Make Mommy cum, make me flood my pussy right here on the doorstep like an exhibitionist bitch,” she howled, and her words hit me harder than the cold wind rushing in.I pinched her nipple again, just as hard, no holding back. I stopped thrusting and shoved my fingers in as deep as they’d go, wiggling them fast to tease her from the inside. My digits danced against her slick walls, and I watched her back arch—fuck, what a sight, pure sex on display.I could tell what was about to hit—she was on the verge of squirting, and another filthy idea sparked in my head. I yanked my fingers out of her pussy in one quick move, and her head whipped back to me, a mix of shock and irritation flashing across her face.“What the fuck are you doing? Put those fingers back in me—I was so close,” she barked, half-scolding, half-begging. I lifted my right hand to my face, her juices coating my fingers, dripping off and splattering onto the floor. Our eyes locked as I slid those slick digits into my mouth, her tangy, salty taste exploding on my tongue. I caught her biting her bottom lip, though that annoyed glare still lingered. I couldn’t blame her—she’d been right on the edge, and I’d pulled the rug out. But I had something else in mind. I popped my fingers out with a wet smack and let go of her nipple with my other hand.“I wanna feel your pussy lips on my tip again, Mommy. Like this morning when you rubbed my cockhead to get yourself off,” I said, bold as hell, flashing back to how unreal it felt earlier—her warm, wet folds teasing my sensitive tip. I needed that again… and then some.I caught the way her pupils blew wide at my words, her soft, plump bottom lip—swollen from biting—slipping free from her teeth. A wicked grin spread across her face as she purred, “You wanna pseudo-fuck Mommy’s pussy again?” That sultry tone of hers hit me like a drug. Pseudo-fuck? Hell if I knew what that meant, but it didn’t matter. I slapped my left hand on her left ass cheek, spreading it wide, exposing both her holes as I grabbed my throbbing cock with my right hand. Her juices still coated my fingers, slick and warm, as I gripped the base and guided it toward her dripping cunt. The second I brushed her outer lips, the heat radiating off her was unreal—a dead giveaway of how worked up she was. And wet? She was soaked, like she’d just stepped out of a damn shower. She piped up again, “Careful, babe… mmmh, we don’t want that dick all the way inside Mommy, do we?” Yeah, we fucking did, but she’d drawn her line in the sand—no full-on fucking. So I just nodded quietly and played along.Her outer lips parted slightly when I nudged her slit, still stretched from the finger-pounding earlier. I eased my tip in, just halfway between her folds, and started sliding it up and down. Fuck, this felt way more intense than this morning—maybe ‘cause we were out here, door wide open, or maybe ‘cause I was so damn close to busting already. I was terrified I’d lose it and cum inside her pussy. Shit, I didn’t even wanna think about how she’d flip if that happened.“Oh, fuck, Mommy, your pussy’s so damn good,” I moaned, my left hand digging harder into her cheek on instinct, the pleasure so sharp it took everything not to just thrust in deep, no matter how many times she’d told me no.“Mmh, yeah, baby boy, just like that. Mommy’s got a sweet cunt, doesn’t she? Mmh, oh fuck, yeah she does. Mommy’s got a pussy dying to… mmh, get fucked by her baby boy’s nasty, incestuous cock, huh? Oh fuck, keep going, oh fuck… But… but we can’t, baby. You can’t slide that throbbing, hard, juicy cock into Mommy’s… fuck… Mommy’s cock-starved whore cunt. You can’t feel Mommy’s slutty walls wrapped… around that delicious meat of yours. You, oh God, you can’t feel Mommy cumming like a shameless tramp while… you’re buried deep in Mommy’s… fucking womb, you bad, bad boy.”Her dirty talk was driving me insane. Where the hell did she pull this shit from? Every word out of her mouth sounded like it was ripped from some ancient, forbidden book of lust, and I wanted to dive into every damn page. I slid my tip in a little further—more than halfway now—and she let out a loud, throaty moan.“Oh fuck… oh fuck, no, baby… don’t shove your cock in Mommy. You… fuck, you can’t do that,” she groaned, and for a split second, I wondered if I should just go for it. She’d loved the rape play earlier, getting off on me pushing past her protests. My head and dick were too far gone to weigh the fallout, so I nudged in more until my whole tip was inside her.The second It sank in, I felt it—her pussy clamped down hard, her hips jerked back, her head snapped up, and a gush of squirt blasted out, slamming against my cock. The vibration of it was too much, and my own dick and balls twitched like crazy.“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, yes… fuck, Mommy’s squirting… oh God, Mommy’s squirting with her baby boy’s cockhead in her cunt,” she moaned, her voice raw and wild.“Oh God, Mommy, I’m gonna cum too. Fuck, I’m gonna… shit… I’m gonna cum inside… your pussy,” I groaned hard, fighting to hold back, but the pleasure was overwhelming my inexperienced body.But just as I was about to get that sweet release I was dying for, she jerked her hips away, my tip sliding out of her while her orgasm kept rolling. She dropped to her knees, legs trembling from the high, her ragged breaths loud in my ears. I glanced down at my cock—precum oozing from the tip, the whole shaft twitching like it was screaming for relief.She twisted her head back, her eyes landing first on my cock, right at her level, then flicking up to meet mine. A smirk played on her lips, her breathing still heavy as she teased, “You dirty, dirty boy. Mommy told you not to cum inside, but you just couldn’t handle her sexy pussy, could you?” This woman—she’d gotten hers and now she was poking fun at me for almost losing it. Ruthless didn’t even cover it. I was starting to get pissed, irritation bubbling up, when she cut in again, “Come here, baby. Mommy’s gonna make her sweet boy cum with her boobies.”My eyes popped wide, and that creeping annoyance vanished in a flash. A tit fuck? For real? I caught her giggling, her gaze locked on how my dick jumped at her words.“Oh my, did that get you going, baby boy? You wanna fuck Mommy’s titties?” she cooed, her voice all soft and slutty at once. I was too floored to speak, so I just nodded. She braced a hand on the doorframe and pulled herself up, slipping back inside and shutting the door. Guess the post-orgasm haze had her second-guessing the whole “out in the open” thing. Fair enough—post-nut clarity hit me the same way every time.She grabbed my wrist, tugging me along as she headed for the living room, me stumbling behind her. We got to the couch, and she gave me a little shove, sending me flopping back onto it, legs spread wide, my rock-hard cock pointing straight up. She sank to her knees again, lining herself up with my throbbing tip.I stared, half out of it, as she brought both hands to her bare chest. Her palms cupped her tits, pushing them together and lifting them just enough to create a tight little gap underneath. It was simple, but fuck, there was something insanely hot about it—like that tiny space was made to be fucked, a perfect stand-in for a pussy.“Now, baby, Mommy wants you to slide that pretty cock between her boobies,” she cooed, inching closer on her knees. I jolted my hips forward, grabbing the base of my cock, and guided it toward that snug little under-cleavage hole, slipping it between her soft, milky mounds. The second her fleshy tits pressed against my pulsing shaft, it was pure bliss—euphoria hitting me hard. A moan slipped out before I could stop it, and she smirked, eating it up. “Mmh, you liking that, honey? You love how Mommy’s boobs feel hugging her baby boy’s dick?” she purred, squeezing her tits tighter and sliding them down slow against me, the friction damn near tipping me over.“Oh… oh fuck… yeah, I do, Mommy. God, I love feeling those milkers around my cock,” I groaned, my hips bucking forward on their own. I was desperate to cum, chasing that release like my life depended on it. She picked up the pace, gliding her tits up and down my shaft. When she slammed them down, my tip peeked out from her cleavage—a sight that could’ve cured anything wrong with me right then and there.Then she cranked it up a notch, dipping her head down. I watched a bead of spit gather on her lips before she stuck out her tongue, letting it drip right between her cleavage and onto my sensitive tip. The slick, wet slide of it sent a jolt through me, priming me for that long-overdue orgasm. I thrust my hips harder, and she matched me, picking up her rhythm.“You gonna cum, baby? Gonna blow from Mommy’s titfuck? Gonna paint Mommy’s cow tits with a nice cleavage creampie?” she teased in that sweet, babyish voice, and that was it—I was done for.My hips bucked wild, legs shaking like crazy, and she adjusted her cleavage just enough to keep my dick locked between her tits. I felt the cum shoot out, blasting inside her cleavage, making a sticky mess. My balls pulsed with every spurt as I groaned deep, the pleasure hitting me like a freight train.“Mmmh, yes, just like that, baby. Mommy can feel your hot cock creaming my titties. Yes, yes, give it to me, baby—give your slutty mom a big, juicy cleavage creampie,” she moaned, her voice egging me on as more cum leaked out, even after the main wave passed. My legs kept trembling as I sank back, hips dropping, every ounce of energy zapped from me in an instant. I sucked in heavy breaths, my orgasm finally winding down.She eased her tits up slow, keeping them pressed tight together, until my dick slid free from her cleavage and flopped onto the edge of the couch. Then she spread her breasts apart, shooting me a wicked look that drew my eyes straight to the mess I’d made. My cum was splattered all over the gap between her tits, coating the insides of her breasts, with a few thick drops sliding down from her chest to her stomach. Fuck, it was hot as hell.“Mmh, look at the mess you made, baby,” she cooed, glancing down at her cum-streaked chest. She let go of her right tit, her left hand still holding the other one aside, keeping that creamy chaos in full view. Then she started rubbing my cum across her skin—smearing it over her chest, her right breast, even up to her neck, like it was some kind of kinky lotion.Like she could read every damn twitch my body gave off, she knew exactly how her kinky little show was hitting me—and trust me, it was sparking some seriously filthy reactions. She brought that cum-smeared hand up to her face, locking eyes with me, and slid four fingers—leaving the thumb out—into her mouth. Her lips stretched wide around them, and the wet, sloppy sucking noises she made were pure sin. I could already feel a fresh wave of arousal creeping up fast.Then she shoved those fingers deep, gagging loud and rough—music to my damn ears—before yanking them out with a sharp gasp. The cum that’d been on her hand was gone, replaced by her shiny spit. She smirked at me, all smug, then dropped that same hand to my limp dick, still slick with my own load. She wrapped her fingers around it, scooping up as much cum as she could into her palm.I tracked her every move as that hand came up to my jaw, grabbing it tight. The sticky mess of my cum smeared across my skin, my lips puckering from her grip. She leaned in, and I met her halfway. Her soft, plump lips caught mine in a kiss—slow, sweet, but so fucking twisted, ‘cause I could taste my own cum on her tongue as it tangled with mine. Her spit carried that creamy flavor, and the whole nasty act had me moaning into her mouth. I caught her tongue between my lips as she stuck it out, and I started bobbing my head, sucking it like a damn blowjob. She let out a moan of her own, low and needy.After what felt like a solid stretch of minutes, I eased back, letting her tongue slip free from my grip. I ran my tongue over my lips, tasting the lingering hint of my own cum like it was something to savor. I didn’t wanna admit it, but after this morning—when she’d made me suck down thick globs of it straight from her mouth—this felt almost mild by comparison. And fuck, I was weirdly turned on by it now. The way my sexuality was flipping upside down so fast had me curious, but also a little freaked out about what kind of nasty shit I’d be craving down the line if we kept this up.Her licking the last bits of cum off her fingers snapped me out of my head. Those eyes—sharp and slutty—paired with the way her lips worked over her manicured fingers, could drop anyone to the floor. She popped them out with a wet smack and stood up, looking down at me.“We should probably wash this mess off…” she said, trailing off with a grin before adding, “…unless you’re into feeling dried cum all over your skin.” My mind flashed back to that time I’d passed out with cum still in my boxers, waking up to it all crusty. I shook it off quick and fired back.“You wish, you filthy woman,” I teased, hauling myself up.“Oh? You’re the one gobbling up his own cum like it’s a treat, and I’m the filthy one?” she shot back, smirking.“What the—gobbling up? You’re the one who shoved it in my mouth!” I protested.“And you lapped it up without even blinking,” she countered. Yeah, she had me there. I didn’t have a damn thing to say to that—she was dead right.My silence cracked her up, and she threw her arm over my shoulder, pulling her naked body tight against mine. Her soft breast pressed into my neck, thanks to our height difference, as she said, “Come on, let’s go. I’m dying for a cold shower after this mess. Oh, and you can hop in my bathtub since you’ve been itching to try it out.”My ears perked up at that. Hell yeah, I’d been dying to sink into her tub. It was almost laughable—living in this house my whole life and never once thinking about using her bathtub until all this wild shit started between us. I was genuinely pumped for it. Might not sound like much to some, but to me, that tub was like a mini pool, and I was ready to jump in. Well, maybe not jump—didn’t wanna crack my head open or anything.
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The evening was kicking in, the air getting cooler as dusk rolled around and the sun dipped low. I trailed Mom upstairs, my eyes glued to her bare ass. Every step she took gave me a teasing flash of her dripping pussy, her cheeks shifting up and down with each stair. I was already halfway to another hard-on—how the hell was that even possible? I’d just blown my load minutes ago. Before all this with her, I’d never bounced back this fast. Whatever she was doing, it was rewiring my body in ways I didn’t even get.We hit the top of the stairs and headed for her room. She pushed the door open, and we stepped in—both of us stark naked, sweaty, and sticky as hell. I glanced out her window and saw the sky darkening, heavy clouds creeping in. Looked like rain might be on the way. I could deal with that, but I was praying the storm wouldn’t come roaring back.Mom headed straight for the bathroom door, swinging it open and stepping inside. I followed right behind her. She twisted the knob on the tub to start the water, then turned to me and asked, “You want a regular bath or a bubble bath?” I had to choke down the excited squeak that almost slipped out.“Bubble bath, please,” I said, trying to play it cool. She just hummed and strolled over to the shower rack, loaded with all sorts of bottles—shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, soap, and, yep, the bubble liquid. She snagged that one and walked back to the tub, which was nearly brimming now. She shut off the water just before it spilled over, then squeezed a hefty dose of the bubble stuff into it, swirling it around with her hand.“For real? You’re gonna dunk your cum-covered hand into my first-ever bubble bath?” I teased, laying on a fake-serious tone that got a laugh out of her. She kept stirring, bubbles foaming up in the water, and I was practically buzzing with excitement. She glanced back at me with a smirk.“Don’t worry, the bubbles will melt away any trace of my baby boy’s cum. You won’t be soaking in your own mess,” she quipped, giggling at her own jab. She swished the water a bit longer, then pulled her hand out, now coated in bubbly suds that shimmered under the light. She brought it to her right tit—the one she’d smeared with my cum earlier—and started kneading it, eyes locked on me.My gaze zeroed in on her chest. The bubbly water made her tits gleam even more than my cum had, something about it making them look downright irresistible. Her fingers grazed that stiff, pink nipple, the areola sparkling with a few tiny bubbles clinging to it. And just like that—bam—I was hard again. Nice one, Adrian, good job.I stepped closer, edging toward her and the tub brimming with bubbles. My eyes locked with hers as I bent down, scooping up a handful of foam from the surface. Straightening up, I smeared it over her left tit, the slick water coating her dry skin, and she flashed me a smile. Her right hand kept working her other breast while I took care of the left.“Couldn’t let the right one hog all the attention and leave the left one jealous, so I figured I’d lend a hand,” I quipped, playing the smartass. She knew damn well I didn’t give a shit about her tits having feelings—I just wanted to grope them in that bubbly water. My thumb pressed over her nipple, digging into the areola harder than the surrounding flesh, and she let out a soft moan.“Mmh, how lucky am I to have such a thoughtful son,” she purred, leaning in to plant a quick, soft peck on my lips. She pulled back, and I smirked at her.“You’re the luckiest, having a son who appreciates you like I do,” I shot back, still hamming it up. Truth was, I was the lucky one—blessed with a fucking goddess of a mom who let me get away with all this. And from the grin on her face, she knew it too. Her free left hand—the one not busy squeezing her right tit since I’d taken over the left—slid down to my crotch. Her fingers wrapped tight around my freshly hard cock, giving it a solid grip. I glanced down and saw her peel back the foreskin, exposing that pink mushroom tip. Shit, why did that look kinda hot? Hold up—did I just call my own dick hot? What the hell was wrong with me?“Yes, I am. What a lucky mother to have such a sweet, caring…” she trailed off, dipping her head down to my level, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, “…and such a naughty, perverted son who can’t keep his hands off his own mother’s fuckable body.” Her voice sent shivers racing over my skin, zapping straight to my dick, making it twitch hard in her grasp.My free left hand—the one not latched onto her left tit—drifted down to her crotch. My fingers grazed her soaked outer pussy lips, still slick from her earlier squirt. I brushed against her hard clit, jutting out from her upper labia, and rubbed it firm, pulling a deeper, hungrier moan from her.“Mmh, fuck… just like that, baby,” she groaned, her fingers starting to slide back and forth along my pulsing cock as mine worked her sensitive little bud. “But… aren’t we supposed to… fuck… clean ourselves up?” she managed, eyes squeezed shut, both of us lost in the feel of each other.“Yeah, we were, but like you said, I just can’t keep my hands off my own mother’s fuckable body,” I whispered, voice thick with lust, before sliding my fingers off her clit and plunging two—the middle and ring—past her slit and into her wet hole. At the same time, I pinched her left nipple hard, and she sucked in a sharp hiss, followed by a guttural moan.“Ohhhh fuck, what you do to me, you naughty, naughty boy. Sliding your… fuck… fingers into Mommy’s pussy while… pinching her udders like this… you should be… oh God, fuck… you should be punished for making Mommy… so horny,” she panted, her words broken by ragged breaths as I buried my fingers deep and wiggled them inside, teasing her from within. That word—punished—caught my attention. Punish me? What was she getting at? Curiosity piqued, and with this twisted woman, I had to know more, so I pressed.“Punish me how, Mommy?” I asked, pitching my voice all soft and whiny like I was begging, twisting and curling my fingers in her cunt. Her hand sped up on my cock, those skilled fingers already pushing me dangerously close to busting right there in the bathroom.“Maybe I’ll put you… fuck, on my lap and… oh God… smack that sexy ass of yours ‘til… it’s bright red… and then, fuck your tight little… fuck, fuck… virgin asshole with my fingers,” she moaned out, her voice shaky and raw. I damn near tripped over the edge just hearing it. Spanked by her, then my ass finger-fucked? She’d grazed my hole before, but never full-on fucked it with her fingers—and she said fingers, plural. Part of me thought it was ridiculous—getting my ass spanked by a woman, let alone my own mom—but compared to the wild shit we’d already done, it wasn’t even that far out there.As my brain spun with the wild idea, her fingers slipped off my cock, and I was already silently pleading for her to come back to it. Then her hand slid behind me, grabbing one of my ass cheeks and giving it a solid squeeze. My fingers froze inside her pussy, and I looked up at her—she was staring down at me with a sly little grin.“What do you say, baby? Wanna get this sexy ass spanked and fucked by Mommy?” she whispered, that sultry tone of hers hitting me like a drug I couldn’t resist. Her fingers traced the crack between my cheeks, sliding slow and deliberate toward my asshole—the same one she’d just said she wanted to finger-fuck. The thought lit something primal inside me, and my voice got stuck, no words making it out.Her fingertips finally brushed lightly against my hole, rubbing soft and teasing. The feeling shot shivers down my spine, mixing with the chilly air, and goosebumps popped up all over me.“What’s wrong, sweetie? Don’t you want Mommy to play with this cute little shithole? Mommy really wants to, honey. I’ll take such good care of your starfish, I promise. It’ll feel sooooo good, baby boy,” she cooed in that low, whispery voice. The sheer madness and filth in her words cranked my heat up with every second. My head instantly conjured the scene—me bent over her lap, bare ass up and totally exposed, vulnerable as hell. I swallowed hard, imagining her slick, long fingers slipping inside me. Why the fuck was that thought making me so horny?“Mmh, you don’t have to say a word if you’re feeling shy, honey. The way your dick jumped at my idea tells me everything I need to know,” she whispered, her voice brimming with that smug confidence. I mentally cursed my dick for ratting me out so damn fast. Then her fingers slipped away from my ass, and she pulled back from me, a sly grin plastered across her face. “Anyway, hop in that tub. You don’t want the bubbles to fizzle out, do you? And I’m not squirting another drop of that bubble stuff—it’s fucking pricey, you know,” she tossed out, turning toward the shower. But I shot my hand out, snagging her wrist to stop her. She glanced back, one eyebrow arched.“Get in the tub with me? This monster of a bathtub’s got plenty of room for two,” I said, hoping she’d bite. I was dying to feel her body pressed up against mine in that slick, bubbly water. And luck was on my side—she smiled and nodded.I climbed into the tub first, settling into the corner with my legs spread, and told her to sit between them, back to me. She just smirked, not saying a thing, and stepped in. I didn’t miss the way her pussy lips parted as she lifted one leg over the edge, then the other, before easing down and pressing her back against my chest. She tilted her head back onto my shoulder, letting out a soft, satisfied sigh.“Mmmh, it’s been forever since I last took a bubble bath,” she murmured. The way she settled in plopped her ass right onto my throbbing cock—I could feel her cheeks hugging it from both sides, and fuck, it was pure heaven. I slid my hands up under her arms, grabbing her tits, the slippery bubble bath making them slick as I kneaded them.“Hard to believe. You’re seriously picking your lame shower over this slice of paradise?” I asked, keeping it light while my hands kept working her bubble-lathered tits. The sensation was unreal—her hard nipples grazing my palms, slipping against my skin like they were teasing me on purpose.“‘Slice of paradise’? For real?” she giggled, clearly tickled by how I’d hyped up what she probably saw as just a tub. Then came another soft, happy sigh—this one likely thanks to me pinching her nipples between my fingers, giving them a good tease. “Mmmh, I love when you do that,” she purred, twisting her head to plant a wet, open-lipped kiss on my cheek. She pulled back and settled her head on my shoulder again, soaking up the way I was working her tits and nipples as she tossed out, “So… you excited for the trip with Carol’s crew?”“Yeah, I am. Can’t wait for all the city services to get back up and running,” I said, keeping it real. I was genuinely pumped for it. Maybe it was the fact I’d been cooped up in this house for three straight days, but the idea of getting out of the city for a vacation was hitting harder than usual.“Of course you can’t wait. No way you’d miss a chance to eyeball my hot-as-hell best friend the whole trip,” she teased, letting out a little moan right after. My index fingers were tracing slow circles around her puffy areolas, pressing just enough to keep her going.“That’s… that’s not it. It’s just… we haven’t been on a vacation in forever,” I shot back. Sure, it was true we’d been stuck without a getaway for ages, but deep down, I wasn’t exactly mad about the extra shot at hanging around Carol either.“That’s bullshit and you know it… oh God, yes, keep going,” she moaned, seeing right through my half-assed lie like it was a wide-open window. Was there anything this woman couldn’t sniff out? I twisted her nipples between my thumb and index finger, squeezing them forward like I was trying to milk her for real.“Alright, alright, fine, jeez. Maybe I do wanna eyeball your hot-as-hell best friend. Can you blame me, though?” I shot back, bold as hell, giving her nipples a firmer pump.“Mmh, I sure can’t, sweetie. She’s a damn feast for the eyes—especially for horny ones like yours,” she said, her voice dipping into a moan as I kept up the attack on her nipples.We’d already settled earlier that she didn’t care if I checked out Carol or fantasized about her. Shit, she’d even trashed her own best friend in the heat of the moment herself, and that cracked open a door I couldn’t resist peeking through. I kept teasing her sensitive nubs with my fingers, then turned my head sideways, bringing my mouth right to her ear.“Mommy, can I ask you something?” I whispered, letting my breath graze her earlobe. It worked like a charm—she shivered against me.“What is it, baby?” she purred, slipping into a blissed-out haze as my hands played her tits like a pro and my lips snagged her soft earlobe, nibbling gently.“Have you ever seen Carol naked?” I asked, then flicked my tongue out, tracing her earlobe before dipping it inside, wiggling it slow. She gasped and moaned loud.“Fuck… yes… yes, I’ve seen her naked,” she admitted, and I mentally high-fived myself for getting her to spill so easy.“So, you’ve seen her tits?” I pressed, my lips brushing the side of her neck as they slid down to her collarbone, kissing and nibbling just enough to tease.“Mmh, you mean those cow-sized milkers even bigger than the ones you’re working over right now?” she purred, grinding her ass slow against my throbbing cock under the water.“Yeah, those are the ones,” I said, locked in.“Oh, yeah. I’ve seen her tits, and fuck, baby, they’re unreal. She’s like a damn cow begging to be milked dry,” she hummed, her words stoking the fire already blazing in me.“What’re her nipples like?” I pushed, dying to know what Carol’s got hiding under those fancy outfits.“Mmh, she’s got inverted nipples,” she said, and my dick twitched hard at that—real hard. She felt it too, letting out a low, sexy chuckle at how I reacted. “That’s right, baby. My best friend, your little childhood crush, has inverted nipples. You’d have to tease and suck those chocolatey nubs right out of their hiding spot, honey,” she whispered. The way she talked about sucking Carol’s nipples nearly had me blowing my load right there under the bubbles.“What’s her ass like?” I pressed, not about to let this goldmine of info on a woman I’d been drooling over forever stop at just her tits.“Mmh, you mean that dump truck she’s hauling around back there? Fuck, baby, you should’ve seen her twerking at college parties—the way it jiggled, I’d bet every guy in the room was dying to smack the hell out of that black ass and fuck her right there like the whore she is,” she purred. Her grinding on my cock was picking up, her hips rocking harder under the water. She was sliding back into that blissed-out zone, already tossing out “whore” for Carol again. Shit, hearing Mom trash her own best friend like this just to get off was next-level filthy, and I was loving her even more for it.“Was Carol a whore in college?” I whispered, my heart kicking up a notch when she didn’t answer right away. I worried I’d crossed a line, but then her hips started grinding even harder, a dead giveaway that the question was only revving her up more. So I doubled down. “Was your best friend a whore in college, Mommy?” I asked again, twisting her nipples with extra bite.“Fuck, oh God… yes, she was a fucking whore. She’d drag a different guy back every weekend, and… fuck… sometimes more than one… just for herself,” she moaned, whipping her head toward me and crashing her lips into mine in a greedy, starving kiss. That dirty scoop on Carol’s college days was almost too hot to handle. Picturing her hauling in a new guy—or guys—every weekend, getting railed, sandwiched between multiple dudes in some wild gangbang? It was a filthy, scorching mental image that had me burning up.We kept our lips locked, moving in perfect sync, and the way she kissed me—hard and desperate—made it damn clear she was turned on as hell spilling all that dirt about her best friend to her own son. Our spit swirled together in our mouths, a faint salty kick from my cum she’d tasted earlier still lingering, cranking my already wild arousal up even more. Then a new question hit me, one that made my heart nearly bust out of my chest. I debated asking it while we devoured each other’s mouths like starving animals. But the longer we went, the more my brain drowned in lust, until I didn’t give a shit about playing it safe anymore. I broke the kiss, staring into her eyes—those dark, lust-drunk orbs staring back.“What about you?” I whispered, my heartbeat so loud I could hear it thumping in my ears.“What about… me?” she teased, acting like she didn’t catch my drift. I let go of her right tit, dipping my free hand under the water to her crotch. Her legs were already spread wide, and I pressed my palm against her slit before pushing on.“Were you… a whore in college?” I asked, summoning every ounce of guts and lust pumping through me.She bit her bottom lip at my question, and fuck, I was beyond relieved she didn’t haul off and smack me. Her eyes stayed glued to mine, intense as hell. That plump lower lip slipped free from her teeth, and she murmured, “Ask me again, baby,” in that sultry, slutty whisper that dared me to keep going.“Were you a whore in college? Was my Mommy a slut?” I fired back, bold as shit, my thumb flicking fast over her clit. She moaned and groaned under the touch.“You… fuck, you wanna know if… Mommy was a whore like her best friend? If she dragged guys back to get fucked like… fuck… like some cheap slut?” she purred, every word dripping from those full lips like a damn hex, jacking up my twisted, forbidden lust.“Yes,” I whispered back. That’s all I could manage—my brain was too fogged up to string anything longer together.Instead of dropping an answer right off the bat, she leaned in, her soft, plump lips grazing my earlobe as she whispered, “I fucked Carol’s first boyfriend behind her back.” My eyes damn near popped out, and my heart felt like it was gonna punch through my chest. No way in hell I’d have seen that coming. Mom screwed Carol’s first boyfriend, and Carol didn’t even know her guy cheated with her own best friend? What the actual fuck?I couldn’t spit out a word—my brain was short-circuiting. Mom pulling something that shady should’ve turned me off, right? But nah, it didn’t. In my freshly warped head, that messed-up betrayal was… hot? What the hell was wrong with me?I finally scraped some words together and asked, “Does Carol know about this?” My fingers underwater started moving on autopilot, circling her pussy lips, pulling a moan from her.“Mmh, no, baby, she doesn’t, and please, don’t tell her. It was… fuck, it was a mistake. I know I shouldn’t have done it, but… God, I was so fucking hot for him. And that horny bastard wouldn’t stop flirting with me whenever Carol wasn’t around. Then, before we… oh yeah, keep going… before we knew it, I was getting my cunt stretched by my best friend’s boyfriend’s hard cock.”Too much? That didn’t even cover it. My body was heating up like molten lava in the cool air, right there in that chilly tub. Hearing her say it—her cunt stretched by her best friend’s boyfriend’s cock—was so twisted, so nasty, so fucked up, but it just poured more gas on my already raging, forbidden fire.“Fuck, you really are such a whore, aren’t you, Mommy?” I growled, sliding two fingers into her cunt—probably dripping wet if we weren’t already underwater. She moaned hard at the feel of it. “Fucking your own best friend’s boyfriend behind her back ‘cause your cunt was dying for some cheating cock, huh?” I pressed, too far gone to pull any punches.“Oh, fuck, fuck, yeah, you dirty boy, keep finger-fucking your Mommy like the motherfucker you are… oh God, yes, I’m a fucking whore and… fuck… my cunt was starving for that cheating cock of my best friend’s boyfriend. And fuck, oh yes… it felt so damn good,” she panted, her hips bucking underwater, sending little waves splashing over the tub’s edge.“Did you fuck Michael too? Tell me, you fucking slut. Did you fuck your best friend’s husband too?” I demanded, my lust-fogged brain screaming for answers to these twisted questions. I was dead sure she’d spill anything right then.“No… I never fucked Michael,” she said, and it sounded real, somehow. But I wasn’t done digging.“Did you want to?” I snarled, my fingers slamming into her cunt faster, harder.“Oh God, keep going… Mommy’s so close, baby,” she growled back.I stopped my fingers dead inside her and leaned in. “Did you ever want to fuck Michael after he married Carol?” I pushed again, sharper this time, pinning her with details.She locked eyes with me and whispered a soft “No,” but I could tell there was more coming. After a beat, her gaze softened, the lust fading for a second as she spoke quietly, “Yes, I fucked her first boyfriend, and I loved how wrong it felt. But I couldn’t stomach doing that to her again. You know she’s the closest thing I’ve got besides you—I couldn’t risk losing her if she ever found out. After that mess with her first boyfriend, I didn’t let myself even look at her other guys like that.”For some reason, that hit me soft. Yeah, hearing about her screwing around behind Carol’s back was hot as hell, but knowing how much she loved and valued Carol—how that one reckless college slip-up didn’t change that—eased something in me. People fuck up when they’re young and dumb, but it didn’t erase what they had.“I love you so much, Mommy. You know that?” I said soft, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. She smiled, letting out a little moan, and I smirked when I realized my fingers were still buried in her pussy. “And I love how your body jumps at my touch.”“Mmh, you’re one naughty boy,” she purred, leaning back into me, picking up that slow grind on my cock again. I was inching closer every second.“You’re the one who got her ‘cunt stretched’ by her best friend’s boyfriend, and I’m the naughty one?” I teased, starting to thrust my fingers in and out of her.“Mmh, fuck, baby, can we… not bring that up again?” she asked, though I had a hunch she didn’t really mind. Still, I didn’t push it right then—I had other stuff I wanted to dig into.“How many lovers did you have before marrying Dad?” I asked, instantly hooked the second the question slipped out.“Maybe three or four, I wasn’t really… mmmh… the dating type,” she moaned.“Yeah, right. You were more the ‘getting fucked by my best friend’s boyfriend’ type,” I teased again.“Oh, fuck, you’re not gonna… let me live that down, are you?” she groaned, sounding half-annoyed, which just made me laugh.“Alright, sorry, sorry,” I said, picking up the pace with my fingers as she matched me, grinding harder and sending more water sloshing over the tub’s edge. “Who was your… mmmh, first fuck, Mommy?” I asked, curiosity burning.“Mmh, you don’t… wanna know that, sweetie,” she teased. But hell yeah, I did. Her dodging it only made me itch for it more.“Please? I’ll do anything you want,” I blurted out. Shit, probably not my smartest move—God knows what twisted stuff she’d cook up—but I was too hooked to care. Curiosity might just kill this cat.“Mmh, anything?” she purred, grinding faster, her soft, meaty ass cheeks sliding firm against my throbbing cock in that slick water. It was pure fucking bliss.“Yes… fuck, yes, anything. Just tell me who… got to fuck my Mommy first,” I begged, desperate.She paused her hips, turning her head to lock eyes with me, then whispered in that sultry tone, “I was fucked by my teacher in middle school.” Boom—just like that, she dropped it casual as hell. Holy shit. For real? In middle school, by her teacher? Wait—hold up, how old was she?“How old were you?” I asked, heart pounding like a drum.Right then, she lifted her ass off me, and I instantly missed those plush cushions. Her hand dipped under the water, grabbing my aching cock and pressing the tip between her pussy lips, rubbing it back and forth. Then she whispered, “I was fourteen.”“Oh fuck,” I groaned, hips bucking on their own at that twisted, scorching bit of info. “Oh God, no fucking… way,” I panted, breath ragged.“Mmh, you like that, huh, baby? Yeah, your twitching dick’s spilling the beans. You sick little perv—you love hearing how Mommy got fucked by her teacher when she was a minor, don’t you?” she whispered, still teasing my tip against her lips. My balls twitched underwater—I was right there.“Oh my… fuck… that’s—” I stammered, but she cut me off.“That’s it, you filthy boy. Cum while I tell you how my… mmmh, oh yes… how my teacher fucked my virgin 14 year old pussy in the lecture hall. How much I loved that mature, married cock being my first,” she half-screamed. And that was it—I was gone. Ropes of cum shot out underwater, and I felt a faint pushback on my tip—pretty sure she was squirting too.We both came hard at the same time in that tub, panting like we’d run a marathon, breaths heavy and rough. She flopped her ass back onto my lap, my dick softening from the release. Her head dropped back onto my shoulder, and I slid my arms around her waist under the water. We just sat there like that for a few minutes, soaking in the afterglow, before finally dragging ourselves out to dry off.
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After our wild bathroom session, Mom and I toweled off, and I stood there watching her get dressed right in front of me. True to form, she skipped the bra and panties, slipping into a black nightgown made of some thin-ass fabric. Her nipples—still hard from the cold bath—poked right through it like they were putting on a show. The gown had these flimsy string straps and a deep V-neck that plunged low enough to flash almost half the sides of her tits from the front. The hem hit above her knees, too. Have I ever said she’s a goddamn goddess? ‘Cause she fucking is.We were both wiped out after the bathroom chaos—and the front-door madness before that. Mom said she was gonna crash in her room for a bit before tackling dinner, and I figured she’d earned some downtime. I didn’t push to stick around, just left her to it and headed out to change myself.As I stepped into my room, I caught the faint patter of rain. I wandered over to my window and peeked out—sure enough, a slow drizzle had kicked in, just like I’d figured earlier. At least there wasn’t any hint of a storm rolling up to trap us inside for another three days, right? Shit, I felt like I was tempting fate just thinking it.I turned away from the window, hit my closet, and threw on some skimpy boxers. Skipped the shirt—why bother? It’s not like we ever had guests crashing through the door, except maybe Carol every now and then. Doubt she’d swing by twice in one day, though. Not that I’d care if she caught me without a shirt—or pants, for that matter. And hell, I wouldn’t mind seeing her ditch hers either. Fuck, my brain zipped right back to the bathtub—Mom spilling all about Carol’s body, her college sexcapades, and that bombshell about screwing Carol’s boyfriend behind her back.Out of nowhere, I got this itch to talk to Carol. No clue why, but it hit me hard. I just wanted to chat, maybe tighten up whatever bond we had going. I couldn’t shake how she’d teased me in the living room earlier—it was stuck on repeat in my head. I was curious how far I could nudge her, though I figured it wouldn’t be much. She’s a hell of a woman. But Mom calling her a whore—such a dirty label for her own best friend—lit this fire in me to dig into just how much of a “whore” Carol really was.I plopped onto my bed, snagged my phone off the bedside table, and unlocked it. Scrolled to my contacts and found Carol’s number. Yeah, I had it—been sitting there forever—but I’d never thought to hit her up before. Pre-Mom-craziness, I was way too shy for that shit. Now? Different story. My finger hovered over her name before I tapped it. Calling felt risky—her personality was wild enough to throw me off, and I didn’t wanna trip over my words. Texting seemed safer. I hesitated, though. Would she think it’s weird, me texting out of the blue after years of radio silence even though I’d had her number all this time?I shoved the doubts aside. Screw it—what’s the worst that could happen? She might be busy and tell me to buzz off. I let out a loud huff, then a long breath, and typed:
“Hey, what’s up?”
Hit send. The double tick popped up—she was online. I stared at the screen for a solid two minutes, but no reply, not even a “seen.” A disappointed sigh slipped out as I tossed the phone next to me on the bed and flopped back, eyes on the ceiling. Yeah, probably shouldn’t have bothered. Might as well just crash.I shut my eyes, ready for a quick nap. The soft patter of rain tapping the window was like a damn lullaby—too soothing to resist, especially after busting twice in, what, half an hour? It was only hitting me now how wiped I was.But nah, fate wasn’t about to let me off that easy. Just as I started drifting, my phone pinged. I grabbed it faster than lightning, unlocked it, and saw Carol’s name lighting up the notification bar. I tapped straight into the inbox—two messages waiting.
“Wow, did the sun set in the east tonight? Fancy getting a text from you.”
“What made you hit me up out of nowhere like this? Not that I mind, though.”
My brain started racing with all the ways this could play out. She wasn’t busy and even said she didn’t mind me texting her—I was hyped for no damn reason. I’d talked to her face-to-face plenty, even flirted right in front of Mom earlier today. But texting? That felt… closer, somehow. Which didn’t even make sense. How the hell was tapping out messages more intimate than straight-up teasing her in the living room with Mom right there?I shoved that mess of thoughts aside and focused on what to say back. Couldn’t leave her hanging too long or she’d lose interest. I took a deep breath, told myself to chill. It’s fine, Adrian—you’re overthinking this. You’ve known Carol your whole life, got that chill best-friend vibe where you’re always poking at each other. Stick with the teasing, see where it takes you.
“Eh, I was just so bored and couldn’t find anything interesting to do so I thought I’d try chatting a bit. But if you’re a busy woman, I can hit you up another time.”
I hit send and immediately cringed. That didn’t sound teasing at all—what the fuck was that? It came off like I was guilt-tripping her into sticking around. Here I was thinking texting would be smoother than calling. Nice one.A few seconds later, my phone pinged again, and I swallowed hard, bracing for her reply to that trainwreck of a text I’d sent. One message popped up, then those three little dots started dancing underneath—she was typing more.
“Uhh… What are you talking about? All the service in the city is closed and there’s not anything to do in the house for me to be busy.”
Fucking idiot. How the hell did I blank on the fact that the whole town was shut down for the week? And I damn well knew she had two maids handling all the chores at her place. Now I was kicking myself for even texting her. I was straight-up embarrassing myself here. Then her second message rolled in, snapping me out of my spiral.
“Just admit that you wanted to talk to your beautiful auntie, you shy boy hehe”
Thank God—she didn’t grill me on my dumbass text and even tossed out some teasing of her own. I owed her for that save. It was the perfect opening to lean into, and I started typing fast.
“Hmm, maybe I did. Just couldn’t resist hitting you up after that stunt you pulled in the living room.”
I hit send, and a little ripple of nerves kicked in. Shit, did I jump the gun bringing up the living room thing so straight? Was she gonna be pissed? Too late now—she’d seen it, and I couldn’t zap it out of her head. Those typing dots popped up, and I was mentally chewing my nails, half-expecting a “That’s so inappropriate, Adrian.” But when her reply came through, “shocked” didn’t even cover it.
“Mm, aren’t you a naughty boy? You’ve gotten real bold these last few days. A flatterer too—honestly, I was the one resisting the urge to text you.”
My jaw damn near hit the bed. She flipped it right back on me, and I couldn’t tell if it was her usual teasing self or she was being serious, but too late to be cautious. I was already grinning like an idiot. Time to keep the ball rolling.
“Guess I’ve been leveling up lately. But you, resisting me? Didn’t know I had that kind of pull, especially not with a woman like you.”
I hit send, and yeah, that wasn’t teasing anymore—that was full-on flirting. Her last text had this vibe that egged me on, and I was dead-set on seeing how far I could stretch this without crossing her line.
“Woman like me, huh? Whatever do you mean by that, Drew?”
“Oh, nothing, I just meant a woman so gorgeous and, well, tempting, which is how I’ve always seen you.”
Shit, that felt like I was laying my cards out—like some half-assed confession. But the adrenaline pumping through me was too strong to let nerves pull me back. Those same nerves were the ones shoving me forward now.
“Oh my, tempting? First time anyone’s thrown that word at me. And you’ve always been tempted by me, is that what you’re saying, hmm?”
I could hear it in my head—not her usual teasing lilt, but that sultry purr she’d used in the living room when she let me sneak a peek at her cleavage. Fuck, my brain rewound straight to that moment—her tugging her t-shirt down, those dark, juicy melons damn near spilling out of the neckline, and that tease about peeling off her jeans. Shit, I was getting hard just texting her about it. A call would’ve wrecked me.But no way was I pumping the brakes now. She was clearly game for this flirty back-and-forth—otherwise, she’d have shut it down the second I brought up the living room. So, screw caution—I was flooring it. I typed fast.
“I don’t know a single soul who wouldn’t be tempted by you. You’re one of, if not the hottest woman I know.”
I caught myself before tacking on “along with Mom.” No clue how she’d take me calling Mom hot, even if it was true as hell—and she’d probably nod along anyway. The blue ticks lit up the second the text went through—she was right there, probably sprawled out with my chat open. That little sign of her interest just fueled me more.The typing dots popped up, and I held my breath, figuring her next reply was coming any second. But it wasn’t text—it was an attachment. A one-time-view photo. My heart did a quick flip. I tapped it, and holy shit.My dick twitched so hard it nearly ripped through my boxers. It was a horizontal selfie of Carol stretched out on her bed, flat on her back. She had on a nightgown kinda like Mom’s post-bath one, but this was strapless—pure white, with patches so sheer I could see through them, except where it counted over her boobs. The way she was lying made those dark tits pop against the deep V-neckline, the contrast with that white fabric hitting like a damn drug. Her curly hair with those burgundy tips spilled around her, framing the whole scene. And her face? Fuck me—she was biting her bottom lip, those thick, glossy lips screaming temptation, that little mole underneath them pulling me in like a trance.I was so locked into the photo that it didn’t even hit me right away—Carol, this drop-dead gorgeous Black goddess I’d been thirsting over forever, just sent me a sexy-ass pic smack in the middle of our chat.Another notification pinged, and I hesitated to click out of the photo. It being a one-time-view meant once it was gone, it was gone—no screenshots, no saving it. Fuck. Guess you can’t always get what you want, right? Like how I’d kill to fuck Mom and Carol… but whatever, focus. I grudgingly tapped out of the pic to check her text under the now-expired attachment.
“Tempting enough for you?”
Oh, she was all in on this. I was damn near thanking the universe for nudging me to text her when I did. Without that, I wouldn’t be here—even if it was just texting. And honestly, the text thing was saving my ass from tripping over my words every two seconds. I fired back quick.
“‘Tempting’ doesn’t even come close to describing what you looked like in that photo.”
Her reply hit like lightning.
“Then how would you describe me in that photo?”
I paused, fingers trembling as I typed, hovering over “send.” My throat tightened—this was about to be the boldest thing I’d thrown at her yet. But screw it, I was already this deep, and I was too fucking horny to play it safe. I hit send.
“Absolutely fuckable.”
Sweat was pouring off me as those blue ticks popped up the second my text went through. No typing dots showed up for a whole minute, and when they finally did, my nerves kicked into overdrive. Was she pissed? She had to be. I’d fucked up big time. She’d probably tell Mom, and yeah, Mom might just shrug it off with a “be careful” lecture, but what if Carol was creeped out? What if she stopped coming over or started hating me? That thought was a goddamn nightmare. Then the notification chime yanked me out of my freakout, and I checked her reply.
“Is that what you think of me? That I’m ‘absolutely fuckable’? Does your mommy know her son wants to fuck her best friend?”
My heart was hammering. She didn’t sound mad—maybe?—but her words still hit like a truck. Intimidating as hell. Was she upset? I hoped to God not. Even with the panic spiking, my dick kept twitching like it was daring me to push harder. Could I actually double down? She didn’t seem angry, but I was suddenly scared shitless of her for no reason. I was about to type some safe, backpedaling bullshit when another notification pinged. Another attachment. I swallowed loud and tapped it.I fucking moaned—out loud. Never in my life had a picture pulled that out of me. It was another selfie, but this time she was on her stomach, propped up on her elbows. The angle smashed her cleavage against the bed, giving me a mouthwatering view. But that wasn’t even the main event. It was her ass. The way she’d angled the camera and hiked her gown up to her stomach showed off a red thong, the tiny string disappearing between those massive, chocolate-cake cheeks. Holy shit, she was packing a dump truck back there. I knew her ass was big—Mom had said as much—but seeing it now? It was way fucking bigger than I’d ever pictured.Another notification chimed, but I honest-to-God didn’t want to click out of that pic. Even if I did, no way was it leaving my brain anytime soon. Then a second ping hit. Shit, I couldn’t keep her waiting. So, reluctantly—again—I tapped out of the photo, and there were two texts sitting under the expired attachment.
“What do you think? ‘Fuckable’ enough?”
“What, cat got your tongue, babe?”
Fuck, she was teasing me hard, and she had to know what she was doing to me. But I was past caring about what she might or might not know. I hammered out a reply, no filter.
“Fuck, Carol, you really are one sexy goddess. And that ass is worship-worthy, ngl.”
Screw holding back—I was done with that. She’d just sent me a damn near nude, unprompted, no begging required. That made it crystal clear I didn’t need to pussyfoot around anymore.
“Mmh, you’re funny, Drew. You do know I’m a married woman, right?”
Her reply popped up instantly, and I paused for a few beats, thinking it over. She didn’t sound mad—didn’t even seem to care she was hitched. Honestly, from what I’d seen, Michael barely gave her a glance. No small talk, no sneaking looks at that killer body—nothing. No surprise she was cool with diving into this kind of chat with someone who wasn’t her husband. I typed back.
“I do, but that doesn’t take away your sexiness or that delicious body of yours.”
“Oh? Delicious, huh? Do you like chocolate?”
“My favorite flavor there is.”
“I’m glad it is. And I hope you can handle dark chocolate. For now, I’ve gotta go start dinner. Talk to you later, ‘kay?”
Fuck, disappointment slammed me like a freight train. I didn’t want this to end—not with this boner screaming for relief. What was the point of having two maids if neither could cook? But that sour mood evaporated fast when another notification hit—an actual photo this time, not a one-time-view.She was standing sideways in front of a mirror, twisting just enough to flaunt that thong-clad ass. One hand hiked the gown’s hem up to show off those cheeks, the other holding the phone. Standing like that made her ass pop even more, and fuck—those long, sleek legs and thighs? I wanted to worship every inch. She’d sent a regular pic, not some disappearing tease. I could pull this up anytime. Ecstatic didn’t even cover it. Then another text dropped below it.
“A little something to keep you tempted. Bubye, Drew.”
I grinned like a total dumbass before firing off a quick “Bye” back. My hand flopped onto the bed with the phone, and I sucked in a deep breath. My heart was still hammering—only clocking it now. I was buzzing—excited, hot, horny, the works. My hand was just about to slide toward my crotch when the door creaked open. Mom poked her head in.“Hey, sweetie. Come downstairs, help me with dinner.”I ditched the phone on the bed, rolled off, and headed for the door. But instead of stepping out, I grabbed her hands, yanked her inside, and kicked the door shut. I pinned her against it and slammed my lips onto hers. She let out a little shriek—caught off guard for sure—but I didn’t care. That whole chat with Carol, those almost-nudes, had me revved up past reason. I needed to get off. Dinner could fucking wait.
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She was thrown off at first when I pounced, but it didn’t take long for her to melt into it—eyes shutting, leaning into me, kissing me back with fire. But I wasn’t just into it; I was fucking desperate. So out of control I didn’t even clock when my hands yanked the straps of her nightgown down, letting those massive tits spill out for me to grab. My fingers grazed her nipples, feeling them stiffen with every stroke. Her moans hummed into my mouth as the pleasure hit her sensitive spots, cranking my desperation and horniness through the roof.When I broke the kiss, we were both panting hard, breaths rough and ragged, spit trailing from our mouths. Her eyes hit me with a curious stare—no trace of that usual lust, which didn’t shock me much given how out-of-nowhere I’d come at her. I caught her gulp, loud and clear, her throat bobbing up and down. Call me insane, but that shit was hot as hell—what was wrong with me? She finally parted those wet, spit-slicked lips and whispered.“That was certainly a surprise, baby. What got you so worked up, hmm? Don’t you want dinner?” Her voice trembled a little, slipping out between soft gasps. Every breath she let out carried this mix of mint and smudged strawberry chapstick, hitting my nose like pure fucking bliss.“I don’t want dinner. I want you,” I growled, dropping her tits, snagging her hand, and damn near dragging her to the bed. I shoved her onto it and crawled over her, her fierce eyes locking onto mine—slowly shifting back to that lust-drunk look I’m hooked on. Her chest heaved, those mountain-sized tits rising and falling with every breath.I debated spilling the beans about my text fest with Carol. From how we’d talked about her before, I didn’t think Mom would flip—hell, she might even egg me on—but I couldn’t be 100% sure. Maybe all that Carol talk was just heat-of-the-moment shit, and she wouldn’t actually greenlight her best friend joining this twisted game. Or would she? When Mom gets horny, she turns into a whole different beast. I’d never forget the wild shit she’s pulled—making me gulp down my own cum, dipping my dick in her cereal and having me bust in it. That’s some next-level degenerate moves. So, letting me mess around with her slutty, sexy bestie? Probably tame by comparison.But that could wait. Right now, I needed Mom—bad. The fire in me was screaming to take charge, so I grabbed the hem of her gown and shoved it up to her stomach, baring her pussy. Those pink outer lips glistened, little streaks of wetness leaking out, showing she was just as worked up. Her eyes stayed glued to me, tracking every move with this intense curiosity. I locked my gaze with hers as I dropped my head toward her crotch. The second my face hovered over her entrance, her raw, musky scent slammed into me—pure lust and heat radiating off her.I slid both hands to her crotch, thumbs pressing on either side of her labia, peeling them apart slow. Her pussy was so wet that as I spread her, thin strings of juice stretched between her lips, snapping as they parted. It was like a damn orgasm for my eyes—if that’s even a thing. Her cunt opened up, revealing those dark pink, fleshy insides, her clit sticking out hard and proud like a tiny dick. I even caught it twitching—shit, I didn’t know it could do that. It really was like a mini cock.My adrenaline was spiking hard with what I had in mind next. I leaned in closer, her sex smell hitting stronger as the gap between my lips and her cunt shrank. When my lips finally met her pussy, her hips bucked like she’d been hit by a damn truck, smashing her sopping wet folds right into my face. The scent was so thick it almost spun my head, but no way was I punking out now. I pressed into her hips, diving headfirst into her pussy like it was a damn pool. First taste of her juices straight from the source, and I was hooked—hard. It wasn’t sweet like those online erotica stories bullshit about, all sugarcoated and fake. Nah, her pussy was tangy, musky, sweaty—stuff some might gag at if they weren’t a horny mess like me, totally lost to lust. I latched onto her lips like I was making out with them, slurping her juices the way I’d gone at her mouth.“Owww fuckkk, baby. I don’t know what… fuck, what came over you or… what made you, oh God keep licking there… what made you finally decide on eating me out but… thank fuck for whatever it is… Mmh fuck baby, right there, Mommy’s been… dying to feel that tongue on her fucking cunt. Mmh, keep licking Mommy’s pussy like a good boy.” Her voice, dripping with ecstasy, was like some magic spell egging me on. Right then, it hit me what a fucking idiot I’d been for not doing this sooner. All this time, I could’ve been eating her out, but I’d been stuck on her tits—not that I’m bitching about that. I love sucking those things, been doing it since I was a kid. But this? This wasn’t kid shit. Eating her pussy felt raw, intimate, on a whole other level.The wrinkled folds of her cunt lips felt like fucking paradise against my mouth, that gap between her labia blasting my nose with her raw, heavy scent, driving me to keep going as I lapped at her pussy. My tongue swirled around the wet, open cavern, those inner creases rubbing against my dripping tongue like a damn massage. Her hips lifted off the bed, back arching sharp, screaming how good it felt. Seeing her unravel like that—this sex goddess, my own mom, the kind of woman guys drool over—turning into a moaning, horny mess under my touch? That shit lit me up. Knowing I was the only one who got to work her body like this, it swelled my chest with pride and cranked my arousal to eleven.Then her hand slid into my hair, gripping the back of my head, shoving my face harder into her soaked pussy, begging me to dig in more. So I fucking did. I jammed my tongue deeper into her canal, swirling it wild, hitting every nerve I could find, making her howl like a banshee.“Oh God, yes, yes, just like that. Get that fucking tongue… deeper inside Mommy. Fuck, my naughty son’s such a… good cunt muncher, isn’t he? Mmh, yes, he is, oh God, he fucking is. Lapping at his… mother’s incestuous pussy like a hungry dog… yes, keep going, you dirty boy. Keep eating Mommy’s fuck tunnel.” Her words were pure filth, sexy beyond anything I could wrap my head around—her dirty talk blew every online story out of the water. And the fact she was my own mom? That just made me starve for her flesh even more.I yanked my tongue back into my mouth, tilting my head up just enough to catch her throbbing clit between my lips. I clamped down tight, sucking it like I did her nipples, and fuck, it hit her like a freight train. She growled deep, her grip on my hair tightening so hard it stung, but that little bite of pain just threw gas on my fire. I sucked harder, swirling my tongue around it in my mouth, easing off and then squeezing my lips around it again and again. Her hips and legs started quaking, and her words kept weaving their filthy spell over me.“Yes, baby, just like that. Suck on Mommy’s clit like… a fucking cock, you cocksucker… keep going, oh fucking God, I’m so close. Mommy’s so close, you dirty boy, get ready to drink up all of Mommy’s slutty juices.” My dick jumped weirdly at her calling me a cocksucker—why the hell did that make it twitch? No clue, and I didn’t give a shit right then. I kept working her clit, feeling it pulse against my lips as I pushed her closer to the edge.I wasn’t ready to let her finish yet—too soon, and I needed this to last ‘til I damn near exploded. So I let her clit go with a loud pop, pulling my mouth off her dripping pussy and sucking in a huge breath I didn’t even know I’d been holding. I’d been buried in her cunt for minutes, and my chest heaved as I lifted up to meet her eyes. The raw lust and hunger in them was undeniable.“Mommy,” I rasped, barely getting the word out between heavy breaths, my lungs still catching up. But I wasn’t done—I wanted more. “Please… sit on my face,” I finished, and she just grinned.“Happily,” she said, short and sweet. I flopped onto my back next to her as she sat up. My eyes tracked her as she grabbed the hem of her gown—already bunched at her waist—and yanked it up over her head, tossing it off the bed to the floor. Her whole body was bare now, and I couldn’t peel my gaze away. She swung one leg over me, straddling me on her knees, one on each side. Then she started scooting up toward my face, and soon I was staring straight at her gaping, dripping cunt. A single drop of her juice splashed onto my lips, and I licked it up like it was gold.I didn’t let her tease or drag it out—my hands shot to her hips, pulling her down fast until her pussy smothered my mouth. My tongue darted out, swirling into her hole as I shoved it deep. She started grinding on my face, one hand gripping my hair for balance. The other? It snaked back, finding my rock-hard cock tenting my boxers. She tugged the waistband down, and my throbbing dick sprang free.I moaned into her cunt the second her fingers wrapped around my shaft. She peeled back my foreskin, and I could feel my mushroom tip pulsing, begging for her. She started stroking me slow, up and down, while her hips picked up speed, grinding her pussy hard against my face. I slurped louder, spurred on by her hand on my cock, making these sloppy, dog-like lapping noises—just like she’d said. If she was a degenerate, I’d damn well live up to being her son, right?“Sweetie,” her voice cut through, and I flicked my eyes up to meet hers, my mouth still buried in her pussy. She was staring down at me as she went on, “You told me that… mmh, that you’d do anything if I told you who my… fuck, keep licking… who my first fuck was, right?” It slammed me back to the bathtub, her dropping that her first time was with her damn teacher when she was fucking fourteen. Shit, still unreal. And yeah, I’d promised her anything. Her grin told me she had something twisted in mind, and I was dying to know what this wild woman was cooking up. I nodded, tongue still working, and she lit up.I had no clue what she was after until her hips shifted forward—not grinding, but sliding up toward my forehead. My heart kicked into overdrive as it clicked. Her pussy slid past my nose, settling my nostrils right on her perineum, and my mouth? Smack on the rim of her asshole. Holy fuck, this was what she wanted? Me eating her ass?A couple days back, I’d flat-out told her no when she’d asked me to just sniff it, but now I was leaping past that straight to tonguing it. Weird thing was, I didn’t feel that same hesitation or disgust this time. Like I’d said before, every new dirty thing we did flipped some switch in me, and I’d already been worried about what I’d end up craving if we kept this up. So, no holding back now—I parted my lips, feeling them brush her wrinkly, taut asshole rim. My tongue eased out, tip grazing it, and fuck, my dick twitched hard in her hand. My tongue was on my mom’s goddamn asshole. The taste hit me like a freight train—musky, earthy, a little bitter, but mixed with this faint, pleasant soap vibe. She kept herself clean as hell down there, and that just egged me on. I pressed my tongue harder, locking my lips around her rim, licking at her asshole like a man possessed. She moaned loud and raw.“Mmmmh, oh fuck, yes, sweetie, that’s it. Eat Mommy’s fucking shithole, keep that tongue in Mommy’s turd pipe, you nasty boy. Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes, deeper, you dirty motherfucker. Fuck, it’s so good.” Her words were pure filth, unhinged—the way she called her asshole “shithole” and “turd pipe” lit me up in the most fucked-up way. Part of me almost felt ashamed for getting off on it. Almost. I was too horny to give a damn about shame right now.I flicked my tongue up and down her twitching hole, feeling it pulse under me. Every time it winked open for a split second, I shoved my tongue deeper into that nasty crevice, loving how her anus gripped it tight as I soaked in the raw, intense taste of her ass. One of her hands stayed locked in my hair, the other keeping that slow, torturous stroke on my cock—up and down, precum oozing like a damn faucet. I was close, and not just to busting—I just clocked how bad I needed to piss, but I clenched hard to hold it in.“Mmh, how does Mommy’s… ass taste, you naughty boy, hmm?” she purred. I just hummed into her asshole, mouth too busy to talk, and she let out this wicked, evil laugh that somehow turned me on more. “Aww, you can’t… speak, can you, baby? It’s okay, you don’t need to anyway. Your mouth belongs to Mommy’s asshole right now, doesn’t it, baby boy? It was made for tasting Mommy’s filthy hole, huh? Her poop tunnel. Her fart factory. Her—” I didn’t even catch the rest, lost in the haze. The scent and taste were fucking with me hard—yeah, I was into it, but it was spinning my head wild, teetering on blanking out. Her dirty talk didn’t help, just dumped more fuel on my fogged-up brain. Goddamn, the way she kept naming her asshole—she made it sound ten times nastier than it was, and I was devouring it like a lunatic.Then I snapped back a bit when her hand left my throbbing cock, making it twitch against nothing. Her hips lifted off my face, and I glanced up. She slid the hand that’d been stroking me down to her pussy, rubbing her clit hard and fast while the other kept its death grip on my hair.“Mommy’s about to cum, okay? She’s gonna squirt, right into your fucking mouth. So be a good boy, open wide and stick out that tongue like the hungry dog you are.” Her words hit like a command I couldn’t resist. I spread my lips as wide as they’d go, mouth gaping, tongue out—panting heavy ‘cause my nose was still buried under her, barely getting air. I looked like a damn dog for real. My eyes locked on her fingers working her clit, those outer pussy lips flapping a little with the motion. The sight was fucking breathtaking.Her legs started trembling fast, a dead-on sign her orgasm was about to hit hard. Her moans cranked up, louder every second. Then her pussy lips clenched tight, and she shifted her hips forward—not slamming her cunt onto my face like before, but close enough that my wet lips could feel the heat pouring off her drenched hole.“Yes, yes, it’s coming, baby. Keep that fucking mouth open, Mommy’s gonna squirt a lot in there, yeah? Take it like a good boy!” She screamed that last “good boy,” and a thick stream of her juices blasted out. The tight gap meant most of it—90% at least—shot straight into my mouth, the rest splattering around from how wild her squirt was. My tongue swapped the bitter tang of her asshole for the musky, sharp bite of her cum, flooding my mouth full. I was about to close up and swallow—didn’t even mind in the heat of it—but her voice cut in sharp.“Stop! Don’t swallow it, keep… keep your mouth open and hold Mommy’s juice… inside.” I did what she said, locking my mouth open. My ragged breaths made my chest heave, little drops of her cum leaking from the corners of my stretched lips. She lifted her hips off my face completely, and fuck, I weirdly missed her pussy’s scent already. She crawled back slow on her knees—I felt my throbbing dick graze her inner thigh as she moved over it. Couldn’t see much of what she was up to, stuck staring at the ceiling to keep her juices pooled In my mouth like she’d ordered.It didn’t take long to figure out what she was up to. My throbbing cock got hit with that unreal feeling of her lips clamping tight around the head, her fingers digging into the base to work the shaft harder. I bit back a loud moan—didn’t wanna spill the cum still pooling in my mouth—so I choked it down, tough as it was. But fuck, her lips were insane, like she’d had years of practice. My brain spun wild, picturing her sucking off that teacher, or Carol’s boyfriend—maybe even both at once. The image of her working their cocks sent my orgasm barreling closer.Her head bobbed, my dick slamming into her throat, that tight, wet grip feeling like fucking heaven. I couldn’t help it—my hips started humping up slow, chasing it. Then her other hand slid to my ass, a finger creeping between my cheeks to press on my asshole, flashing me back to this morning when she’d teased it with her thumb while deepthroating me. That memory snapped it—I grunted hard, no room to moan, and thick ropes of cum blasted out, firing straight down her throat. My breaths turned ragged as I unloaded, and she kept me buried deep, sucking down every drop.When my orgasm finally tapered off, she tightened her lips around my shaft and slid up slow, dragging along the veins, over the head, ‘til she popped off. The bed shifted as she moved, coming into view. Her cheeks bulged with my load, and she dropped her face down to mine. I knew her well enough by now to guess what was next. She parted her lips over my open mouth, letting my cum drip out, mixing with her juices still sitting there. The thick globs hit heavy, forcing more of her cum to spill over, soaking my cheeks and neck. This was nasty as hell—my cum swirling with hers in my mouth. When she’d emptied it all, she smirked.“Now, close your mouth, baby. Slowly, just like that.” I did it, easing my lips shut, more of her juice leaking out as they sealed, the slimy, sticky mess inside revolting but so damn filthy it turned me on. “Now, Mommy wants you to gargle all that mix of my baby boy’s cum and Mommy’s juices, alright?” Holy shit, this woman was on another level. I’d thought her dirty talk was wild before—what a fucking joke. I couldn’t say no, though. I started gargling like she said, the gross, weird sensation hitting every nerve, and that’s exactly why it was so goddamn hot.I kept gargling ‘til I was damn sure it was all mixed up, that nasty liquid’s texture feeling weird but somehow satisfying. Yeah, I was way past saving with this woman. When I stopped, signaling I was done, she grabbed my jaw, squeezing ‘til my lips puckered and some of the mix dribbled out. She dove down, slamming her lips into mine for the messiest, dirtiest kiss yet. Her mouth sucked at mine, pulling half the slimy load into hers—the wet, squelching sound of it sloshing between us was downright filthy.It felt like forever locked in that depraved mess before she finally pulled back, lips sealed tight with her share of the liquid. I stared up at her, my own mouth still full. She gave me a nod, pushing me to swallow, and I did—no second thoughts. The thick, slimy shit slid down my throat, sending a shiver through me. She grinned at her son’s twisted obedience. But she didn’t swallow hers. Instead, she hovered over me, parted her lips, and let it all spill out, pouring down onto my fucking face. I snapped my eyes shut as the mix drenched me, soaking my skin. Couldn’t believe what she was putting me through—humiliated by my own mom like this—but fuck if it didn’t turn me on more than it shamed me.She emptied her mouth onto me, and I cracked my eyes open, face dripping, the stuff trickling down to my bed. These sheets were done for after this shitshow. That grin stayed plastered on her face.“Mmh, you’re such a filthy boy for Mommy, aren’t you? I love my nasty boy so much,” she whispered, then stuck her tongue out long and slow, pressing it to my face. She started licking up the mess, dragging that soft, wet tongue over my skin. Fuck, having her pour that filthy mix on me was worth it just for this. I moaned loud, reveling in how damn good her tongue felt as she cleaned me up ‘til she was satisfied.She finally peeled her face off mine after a full minute, and I soaked up every damn second of it. She smiled down at me while I panted, a total wreck. Her hand slid to my cheek, stroking it soft and sweet—worlds away from the shameless shit she’d just put me through. My dick, soft now, lay flopped on my stomach like a worn-out snake. Her tits dangled low, nipples grazing my chest. I couldn’t even start to wrap my head around how fucking lucky I was to have her as my mom. Wouldn’t trade her for a damn thing.“So…” she started, my eyes locked on hers, “…wanna tell me what got you so fired up out of nowhere to jump me like that, hmm?” I let out a loud sigh. No dodging this one, and truth be told, I didn’t want to. I wanted her in on it. Time to spill the beans.
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I let out a hefty sigh after wrestling with the wrecked bedsheets. Yeah, I’d decided to swap them out after scrubbing my face clean of that mess while Mom got started on dinner. I’d spilled everything about my text spree with Carol—every word, those pics she sent—and Mom didn’t hit me with an instant reaction. Just said we’d hash it out after dinner since my horniness, sparked by Carol no less, had already thrown us off schedule.I kept the same boxers on—Mom’s blowjob skills were so unreal there wasn’t a single cum stain to worry about. Once the sheets were sorted, I plugged my phone into the charger on the bedside table. Something told me to keep it juiced up in case Carol and I got into another steamy chat, which felt damn likely now. I was kinda hyped, too. Hooking into something this close with my “childhood crush,” as Mom called her, and her sending me pics of that insane ass? Felt like a fever dream compared to this morning.After setting the phone down, I wandered to the window. Rain was still coming down steady, and I vibed with it—no storm bullshit, just the chill sound of water and that earthy smell that always hit nostalgic for some reason. I watched the streets glisten, puddles pooling in the road’s dips, soaking it in for a few minutes before heading downstairs.I stepped out, shut the door behind me, and trudged down to the living room. Peeked into the kitchen—Mom was still at the counter, stirring something in a pot. Too wiped to get handsy, I left her to it and flopped onto the couch, firing up the TV. Five minutes into some random movie already playing, Mom called me to help set the table. I killed the TV, dragged myself up, and got to work laying out plates. We sat down side by side, digging into our late dinner.Dinner passed quiet, no sparks, and we teamed up to wash and dry the dishes after. Then Mom pitched a late-night movie sesh—said we could crash on the couch together if it dragged too long. Who was I to say no to that? I nodded, and we plopped down. I handed her the remote, letting her pick. Predictably, she went for a rom-com—her and her damn high-school-girl obsession with them.“So, about this thing with Carol,” she started, barely a minute into the opening credits. I’d kept the volume low, the movie just a faint hum in the background. “You do realize she’s a married woman with a kid, right?” Same question Carol had tossed at me, but hers was playful—Mom sounded dead serious.“Yeah, I know. But you’ve seen how much her husband ignores her. Even Kayla barely gives her a glance. You think she deserves that?” I played it smart, leaning on how much Mom cared about Carol. I had to frame it right—Carol wasn’t just some fling; she was genuinely getting screwed over by neglect. And yeah, I felt for her. A woman like that shouldn’t be sidelined, especially not by her own husband. Michael had to be blind or something. If Carol were mine, I’d ditch my job just to stick by her 24/7—she’s that kind of woman.“Of course she doesn’t. No one does. I know firsthand how it stings when your dad started neglecting me, then cheated. I’d never wish that on anyone, especially my best friend. I get why she’s running with this—she’s ignored, and it’s pushing her. But you’ve gotta see the fallout if this blows up. She’d be branded a cheater, and you’d get slapped with ‘homewrecker.’” Shit, I hadn’t thought that far. I didn’t want “homewrecker” on my resume, and I sure as hell didn’t want Carol tagged as a cheater. But who’d even catch on? Michael and Kayla wouldn’t notice if she started acting shady—I’d seen how they barely register her. Still, I couldn’t just hit Mom with “no one’ll find out”—too risky. Had to play it slick.“Mom, can you tell me something? Are you mad about what I did with Carol? It’s cool if you are—I’d get it. I’d be pissed if you got cozy with someone else. If you want, I can act like it never happened, keep it at our usual teasing vibe.” I hoped I didn’t sound too scheming—Mom’s too sharp to miss that.“Nah, that’s not it. I’m not mad about what you two got into. Honestly… I think it’s kinda hot.” Jackpot—an opening, and I was diving in. I scooted closer, our thighs pressing tight, locking eyes with her.“Really? You think it’s hot, Mommy?” I whispered, dialing up the heat. I knew if I got her horny enough, she’d greenlight damn near anything—and letting me mess with her slutty bestie would barely register on her depravity scale.“Yes, it is, but that’s not the point. Just ‘cause I think it’s hot doesn’t make it okay for her to cheat—with my own son, no less. It’s too dicey. If she wasn’t married, I wouldn’t care. I don’t give a damn how Michael’d feel; I just don’t want yours or Carol’s rep trashed.” She had a solid case—I didn’t want our names dragged through the mud either. Though, if I’m real, my buddies wouldn’t shit on me for it; they’d probably choke on envy knowing I’d tapped my mom’s bombshell bestie. But I couldn’t say that to her. Instead, I leaned in, nuzzling my head into the crook of her neck, planting soft kisses there. She shivered—I grinned.“I know you’re worried, and I’m so thankful you care so much about me—about us. I love you so much, Mommy,” I murmured, lips brushing her neck and collarbone as my hand slid onto her bare thigh, stroking slow and easy.“Mmh, I love you too, sweetie. Mommy loves you the most, baby.” Her voice was softening, slipping lower, and I was hellbent on dragging her all the way down with me. I kissed up her neck, her throat, her jaw, her cheek, then nibbled her earlobe gentle before whispering.“Mommy, don’t you think it’d be so hot for Carol to sneak around behind her husband’s back and have some fun of her own?” My hand crept higher, inching toward her crotch, and she parted her legs, letting me in. I kept my lips pressed to her ear as I dropped the next line. “Besides… you got to fuck her boyfriend. Isn’t it only fair she gets to fuck your son?” She moaned at that, head tilting sideways, giving me room to kiss down her neck again. I snagged the strap of her gown, sliding it off her shoulder, then tugged the neckline down, freeing one of her tits. My hand cupped it, kneading slow and deliberate.“Fuck, is that it? You wanna fuck her, you naughty boy? Fuck my married best friend?” she moaned as I tweaked her nipple, feeling it stiffen between my fingers. Hell yeah, I was on the money—she was crumbling fast. Just had to play it smooth a little longer. I dipped my head to her chest, zeroing in on that bare tit. Letting go of her nipple—now hard as hell—I flicked my tongue out, swirling it around the tight nub, pulling a moan from her. I eased back a bit, glancing up to catch her staring down at me.“Yes, I do. Do you know anyone who wouldn’t want to fuck that woman?” I asked, then latched onto her nipple again. My other hand slid deeper between her thighs, finding her crotch. I traced her outer lips light and slow while sucking her nipple hard.“Mmh, oh yes, keep doing that, baby. Oh, honestly, I don’t know any man who… fuck… who wouldn’t wanna put his dick in her black snatch,” she half-said, half-moaned as I slipped a finger past her pussy lips. I clamped my mouth around her nipple, tugging it out—pulling, stretching ‘til it popped free with a wet smack that made her groan deep.“Or any woman who wouldn’t wanna eat that chocolatey cunt or have her own cunt eaten by those thick, glossy lips of hers, right?” I grinned as she bit her lip at my comeback. I’d pegged Mom as bisexual before, but did she have a thing for Carol? Guess we’d figure that out down the line.“Mmh, yeah, that’s right. Any woman, or man, would kill to… oh yes… to taste that pussy, baby. Fuck, baby, please go deeper in Mommy,” she moaned, unraveling fast under my hands. I slid a second finger in, pushing them deep into her slick, fleshy hole, swirling them around. Her hips jolted forward, chasing more.“Speaking of pussy…” I trailed off, starting to pump my fingers in and out, her breaths turning heavy with every thrust. “Remember in the bathtub when you told me how her body looked? I forgot to ask about her pussy. How does her pussy look, Mommy?” I picked up the pace slow, pulling more moans from her.“Oh, oh yes, fuck. God, her pussy is just as—no, even better than you’d… imagine. Shit, yes, I still remember seeing her black cunt up close… in the school locker room. Those, fuck, those dark cunt lips with that pink inside. It’s so fucking sexy, baby. Mmh, keep sliding those fingers in and out of Mommy’s pussy.” Damn, I tried picturing Carol’s pussy off Mom’s words—dark lips, pink insides. Too vague to nail down, but I wasn’t gonna press her for more. I had other moves to work her with.“Mmh, fuck, Mommy, that sounds like such a fuckable pussy, doesn’t it? Imagine my hard cock sliding inside her chocolatey cunt, past those dark lips, and into her pink insides.” She moaned loud at that, hips jerking as I sped up. My thumb crept to the hood of her pussy, finding her clit—probably screaming for attention by now.“Ohhhh, fuck fuck fuck, God, that’s so… so fucking hot,” she screamed the second I brushed her clit. Her legs splayed wide as they could go, my hand moving shamelessly under her gown’s hem, working her hard.“Yeah? You want to see it, don’t you, Mommy? You wanna see your son fuck your slutty best friend with his hard cock, don’t you? You want your son’s first time to be with a college whore whose pussy’s tasted God knows how many cocks, don’t you, you fucking slut?” I growled that last word with everything I had, and it hit. She bucked hard, slamming her knees shut, trapping my hand tight between her thighs.“Oh fuck fuck, I’m cumming, shit shit, oh God, yesssss,” she howled like a damn wolf as a gush of cum sprayed out, soaking my hand pinned by her legs. They shook like crazy as she rode the high, head thrown back, eyes shut, lost in every second of it while I eased my fingers to a stop inside her.I waited out her orgasm, letting it fade slow and steady. After a bit, her thighs loosened their death grip, and I slid my fingers out of her drenched pussy, pulling them free from her gown’s hem. They glistened, dripping with her juices. I locked eyes with her as I brought them to my mouth, slipping them past my lips, swirling my tongue around to lick up every drop. When I pulled them out, they were clean, and Mom smirked at me.“So, about the Carol thing,” I started, mirroring how she’d kicked off this talk. She sighed, gulping hard—probably still reeling from that orgasm.“There’s a condition,” she said, and my heart jumped. Wait, hold up—conditions first, no popping champagne yet. “She can’t know we’re messing around together. We can still fool around, if you even want to after getting a taste of that body of hers.” I threw my hand up to cut her off right there.“Don’t you dare say that. Yeah, she’s one of the hottest women I’ve ever seen, but you could line up a hundred Carols in front of me, and I’d still pick you every time.” Dead serious—Carol might be my ultimate wet dream, but Mom was Mom. No one could touch that. She giggled at my outburst.“Alright, alright, forgive me. So… we can keep going, but never when she’s around. Her radar’s as sharp as mine—maybe sharper—and she’d sniff out anything off. We’ve gotta play it tight. And also…” She leaned in close, voice dropping to a whisper, “…you’ll spill every dirty detail about what you two get up to when I’m around.” Then she pecked my lips soft, grabbed the remote, and killed the TV. Flopping onto her back on the couch, she raised both arms at me. “Come, cuddle with Mommy. We’ll sleep here tonight.” I grinned, crawling over and wrapping myself around her tight, burying my face in her chest—her bare tit doubling as my pillow.Holy shit, I’d just gotten Mom’s blessing to mess around with Carol. The excitement was off the charts, and sleep? Yeah, no way that was happening anytime soon with this buzzing through me.
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I stirred awake, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth, the soft rhythm of breathing filling my ears. That familiar scent hit me as I fought to crack my eyes open, still half-lost to sleep. Arms were slung around me, the thin fabric of her gown brushing my bare chest. My crotch pressed into something soft and plush, my head nestled between two cushy mounds I loved more than I’d ever admit. I pushed my hips forward, grinding harder against her, and her arms tightened around me in response, a sleepy, content hum slipping out.I tried yawning, but her tits smothered it, sinking my face deeper into that valley. Slowly, I pulled back, squinting as my eyes adjusted to waking up. When they finally focused, there they were—both her naked breasts, not just the one that’d been out when I’d crashed. The other must’ve slipped free overnight—or maybe she’d tugged it out herself. Didn’t matter; I wasn’t about to bitch about this view. Those massive, cow-like udders? No complaints here.I glanced up at her face—eyes shut, breathing steady, still knocked out cold. Her lips were parted, a little drool trailing down. Cute as hell. My gaze dropped lower—my crotch was smashed against hers, her gown’s hem hiked up so high it was this close to baring her pussy. Shit, if it’d ridden up all the way in our sleep, my morning wood would’ve been kissing her cunt right now. It was throbbing hard, and fuck, I wanted to feel her pussy on my tip again. Her deep sleep sparked a dirty idea.I slid a hand to my boxers’ waistband, easing my hips back just enough to tug it down and free my dick. Then I grabbed the hem of her gown, inching it up slow and careful ‘til her crotch was bare. Her legs were clamped shut in sleep, blocking a clear shot at her pussy, but I could still see those outer lips peeking out. I gripped the base of my pulsing cock, edging my hips closer, and gave her lips a light slap with it. The faint smack was pure music in the quiet morning. She hummed soft and shifted, rolling onto her back—cutting off my view of her tits and pussy. Disappointment hit, but then I clocked her ass—those thick, creamy cheeks. Last night’s ass-eating flashed back, and it felt like a damn dream. Never thought I’d go at someone’s asshole like that, let alone my own mom’s, but I wouldn’t trade it. Her being my first rimjob? Fucking perfect.I eased myself up from the couch’s edge, damn lucky I hadn’t rolled off in my sleep. Careful not to wake her, I slid off and dropped to my knees on the floor, right in front of that exposed ass. Fuck, the way her cheeks were mashed together, with just a tease of her cunt peeking out below—this woman couldn’t get any sexier or more fuckable than she was right now. Out cold, oblivious to how bad I wanted her, totally open. I lifted a hand slow, grabbed one cheek, and spread it from the other, getting an eyeful of her dark brown asshole. I’d gone to town on it last night, but I hadn’t really seen it then. Last time I got a good look was a couple days back, but it felt like forever ago—and I’d missed this filthy little hole more than I’d thought.I leaned in closer, that dark, wrinkled pucker pulling me like a damn magnet. Don’t know what the hell possessed me, but I pressed my nose right against it and took a deep sniff of her dirtiest hole. The raw stench slammed me—my dick twitched so hard it hurt. It was stronger, earthier, muskier than last night, probably ‘cause she hadn’t showered since then. I could even pick up the faint tang of dried juices from her squirting. All those smells mixed into this thick, dizzying hit that cranked my horniness way past where it’d been when I woke up.I pulled back, exhaling sharp, staring at that puckered rim. The brown wrinkles circling her anus—I brought my thumb up, pressing just beside it, spreading it wide. Her hole gaped easy under my touch, looking so damn filthy. Keeping it spread with one hand, I took the index finger of the other, slid it into my mouth, and coated it with spit, swirling my tongue ‘til it glistened. Pulled it out and pressed the slick tip right to her slightly open asshole, easing it in slow. She stirred, letting out a low groan, but didn’t shift—thank fuck. I kept going, sinking it deeper, watching it disappear bit by bit into her ass. Couldn’t believe I was fingering her goddamn asshole. I’d fucked her pussy with my fingers plenty, but this? First time, and shit—why the hell did I suddenly want to fuck her ass more than her cunt? What was up with me?“Mmh, you dirty boy,” her voice jolted me, but I didn’t pull back—kept my finger right where it was, maybe half a centimeter in. From her tone, she wasn’t mad. She reached back, grabbing the cheek I’d been holding and spread it wider—bolder than my cautious tug—giving me a better shot at her hole. “If you wanted to stick it up Mommy’s butt, you could’ve woken me up, baby. You should know by now I don’t mind butt stuff at all—quite the opposite, actually.” A little chuckle followed, egging me on.“Sorry, you looked so peaceful sleeping—I didn’t wanna wake you,” I said, then got back to it, pushing my index finger deeper. Her spread cheek gave me a clear shot, letting it slide into her rectum smooth. I stared, hooked, as it vanished into that tight, gaping hole.“Mmh, you shoved your finger… inside Mommy’s butthole and expected… fuck… her to stay asleep?” Fair point—her pussy could swallow multiple fingers no problem, but prying open her asshole? Of course she’d wake up. “But this is certainly… mmh, a nice way to wake up. Don’t be so cautious, baby, push it deeper. Mommy’s ass can take it—don’t worry, she’s got experience there too.” She capped it with a dirty chuckle. Fuck, my dick twitched hard at that. She’d done anal before? Who was the lucky fucker—Dad? Some guy from college or school? Picturing a classy woman like her taking it up the ass was a sick, filthy turn-on.I ditched the caution like she said and picked up the pace, shoving my finger in quicker. The tip sank deeper every second, her wrinkly rim clamping tight around it as I worked it in ‘til the whole damn index finger was buried in her ass. Shit, it looked obscene—my finger fully swallowed by her asshole.I wiggled my index finger inside her ass, feeling the warm, fleshy walls of her rectum grip it tight. She moaned, and fuck, I was turned on beyond reason. I wiggled faster, the sticky, slimy texture heating up my finger and sending my breathing into overdrive with twisted excitement. After a few seconds, I started pulling it out slow, her clamped rim dragging against it with this nasty friction. When it was free, her asshole stayed gaped for a solid few seconds before puckering shut. Mom turned her head, locking eyes with me.“Why don’t you smell that finger, baby?” she said. I lifted it—coated in a slick, sticky film, different from her pussy juice, straight from her ass’s depths. I brought it to my nose and sniffed. The stench hit hard—way dirtier than the sweaty musk I’d caught from the outside. This was raw, exactly what you’d expect from deep in there. Filthy as hell, but weirdly, it didn’t bug me like it should’ve. I glanced at Mom; she smirked back.“God, you are such a filthy woman,” I said, and her smirk only grew. She let go of her cheek, letting it slap back against the other, then sat up and turned to face me—those massive tits swinging into view again. She crawled toward me as I stayed on my knees. Leaning in close, she grabbed my wrist—the one that’d been working her ass—and held my gaze, that smirk locked in place.“You have no idea how filthy your mommy is, baby boy,” she whispered, voice dripping with seduction. She yanked my hand to her mouth, guiding my sticky index finger between her lips. My heart pounded as she sucked it in whole, her tongue swirling around it, lapping up every bit of her ass’s nasty juice with shameless hunger. She wasn’t kidding—I didn’t know the half of it. For all I knew, she’d barely scratched the surface of her depravity.“Can I put my tip inside your asshole, Mommy, just like I did with your pussy?” I asked, dead serious—I wanted it bad. My skinny finger had felt tight as hell in there; I couldn’t even fathom how insane my thicker mushroom head would feel. And knowing some other guy—or guys—had already claimed that ass? That gnawed at me. Sure, her pussy’s probably seen plenty of action given how she is, and she’d flat-out said no to fucking her there, but it just hit me—she might actually let me take her ass.She didn’t answer, just grinned wider. Bringing her palm to her face, she locked eyes with me and spat out a fat glob of morning spit—sloppy and thick. She nodded for me to stand, and I did. Then she wrapped that spit-slick hand around my throbbing cock, stroking it a few times to coat it fully. When she let go, it glistened. Turning her back to me, she planted her knees on the couch’s edge, shoving her ass right at my slick cock, back arched, upper body leaning forward—straight out of a porn mag. Both hands reached back, grabbing her cheeks and spreading them wide, her asshole winking at me.I gripped the base of my slick cock, heart hammering like crazy. Fuck, I was really doing this—pseudo-fucking her ass, like she’d called it. I stepped closer, pressing my spit-soaked tip against her slightly gaping hole, stretched from how hard she was pulling her cheeks apart. I pushed firm, and yeah, it resisted more than my finger had—way thicker, like I’d figured.“Mmh, ow God, keep pushing, baby. You’re… fuck, you’re doing so good. Keep pushing, Mommy can take it.” Her words lit a fire under me, and I pressed harder. Her asshole’s rim started giving way, stretching slow against the pressure, swallowing my tip bit by bit. I moaned—the tightness was unreal, out of this damn world. I kept going, watching her hole widen more, letting my cock sink in deeper. Half my tip was in, and I was already on the edge of busting.“Fuck, Mommy, such a tight fucking asshole. And you… mmfuck… you said you’ve got experience there?” I pushed more, the tip disappearing further.“Mmh, yes, Mommy does… have experience there. It’s just, oh fuck… it’s been real long since I… oh, it’s so good… since I last got fucked there,” she moaned. I watched as my whole mushroom head finally slipped inside. Fuck, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen—my tip completely buried in her ass, just the shaft sticking out. The grip of her rectum around my sensitive head was nothing I’d ever felt before—ten times tighter than her pussy, ten times more raw and intimate.My tip was finally in her ass, but it wasn’t enough—nowhere near it. I wasn’t done. I slid both hands forward, grabbing her hips on each side, and pushed forward. My cock started slipping past the tip, her tight asshole pulling me in smoother than I’d expected, probably stretched open from my head prying it apart.“Oh, oh fuck fuck, what—what’re you… fuck… what’re you doing?” she moaned, panting hard, twisting her head back to look at me, surprise all over her face. Shit, even like this—on all fours, back arched, my cock in her goddamn asshole—she was pure sex.“Please, Mommy, I can’t take it anymore. Let me… let me fuck your ass,” I begged, moaning desperate as I shoved my hips further, sinking my cock deeper, halfway in now.“No, no, baby… fuck, you can’t do that. You can’t… fuck Mommy’s ass,” she protested, but her hips didn’t budge an inch away from me.“But… your asshole feels… fuck, it feels so fucking tight and good, Mommy.”“I know, honey… oh fuck, baby… Mommy has such a tight, fuckable shithole. But you can’t… oh God… can’t fuck Mommy.”“Mommy, you told me… not to fuck your pussy. So I can fuck your… ass, right?” I scrambled for words, trying to twist this my way. No chance I was backing off now—I was hooked on this feeling, bad. I pushed deeper, most of my shaft buried in her rectum now.“I know what I’ve told you… but… fuck, we can’t do that. Please, baby… mmh, take your hard cock out of Mommy’s shithole,” she protested, but the way she said it—throwing out “hard cock” and “shithole” while acting like she didn’t want it—was bullshit. I could tell she was into it, and I was done with her fake resistance. My patience snapped, and I clamped my hands tight on her hips.“Okay, fine then. I won’t fuck you if you don’t want me to,” I growled. She shot me a surprised, curious look. I kept going, “I’m gonna fucking rape your ass, you slut.” With that, I slammed my hips forward hard, burying my cock balls-deep in her ass. She howled, pure ecstasy ripping out of her.“Ooohh, fuck, oh my fucking God… you’re so deep… inside Mommy’s fucking ass, you dirty bastard. You can’t… fuck… you can’t rape Mommy’s ass. Please don’t rape… your mother,” she moaned, but her tone screamed she was loving it—her “protests” were a damn game. I grinned, pulling my hips back a bit before ramming in again. Her asshole was loosening up, taking my cock easier now.“You can’t have such a… tight fucking asshole and expect me not to rape it. Any man would do that… Fuck, Mommy, you have… God, you have such a rapable ass.” I knew exactly how to talk to her by now, the filthy shit that’d get her going. The way she shoved her hips back into me proved I was nailing it.“Is that what you… fucking think, you sick son of a bitch? That I have an ass… made to… fuck… made to be raped?” she moaned, glancing back at me, lust dripping from her eyes. My dick twitched hard in her ass as I yanked my hips back and slammed them forward again.“That’s right. You’re one fuckable anal rape-slut, Mommy. Let me rape this… incestuous shit pipe of yours.” I started thrusting in and out steady, her asshole molding to my cock now, taking it like it was meant for this.“Then fucking do it, you fucking rapist of a son. Do it like you fucking… mean it,” she growled, pushing her upper body up to glare back at me with those wild, lust-soaked eyes. “Grab my… grab my hair and ass-rape your mother like the sick motherfucker you are.” That was it—I was gone. My hand shot forward, snagging her hair in a tight fist. She dropped her upper body back down as I yanked it hard, thrusting in and out like a damn machine. I couldn’t wrap my head around it—we’d tossed around this rape talk before, but doing it now, actually inside her? It was fucked up beyond belief and felt so goddamn good.“Fuck, get raped, you… fucking whore. Get raped by your… own fucking son.” I kept my grip iron-tight on her hair, twisting it around my fist for control, yanking it back with enough force to make her squeal—half pain, half pleasure—while I pounded her ass.“Yes, yes, yes, rape me, fucking ruin me, you bastard. How does… oh fuck… how does it feel to rape your own mother, huh?” she demanded, slamming her hips back into my thrusts. Her tight rectum hugged my throbbing cock like a glove, sliding against it in a way that felt like pure fucking heaven—I was teetering on the edge of blowing.“It’s so fucking good, Mommy. You were born… to be raped, weren’t you, you cunt?”“Yes, fuck, fuck, yes, your slut Mommy was… oh God, keep going… was born to be raped in the nasty shithole of hers.”“Yes, that’s right, you rape slut. From now on… you’ll get raped by your… own fucking son daily, won’t you?”“Mmh, you’re… fuck, you’re asking for permission to rape Mommy? If you ask for… mmh, fuck… ask for permission, then it wouldn’t be… much of a rape, would it?” She let out a little chuckle, then a loud moan. Shit, she was dead-on. The whole game was it being “against her will”—asking kinda fucked that up. Amateur move on my part.“Alright, you asked for it, you bitch,” I snarled, yanking her head back by the hair. She let out a sharp, pained screech before lifting her upper body to match the pull. I snaked my free hand around her neck, gripping her throat tight and squeezing. The hand in her hair let go, sliding to her front to clamp onto her tit, squeezing hard—not gentle at all—and she howled in pleasure.“Ohhh God, fuck, that’s it, this is… fuck… this is how you fucking do it. Fuck, I’m so close. I’m gonna cum from being raped… by my own son,” she cried, and I was right there with her, teetering on the edge, wanting us to blow together.“Is that right? You’re one filthy slut, huh? Cumming from getting raped in the ass. Mmh, you’re probably the type of bitch to wander into an alley late at night just to get raped,” I growled, ramping up my pace. My hips smacked her thick cheeks, balls slapping her pussy lips—it was overwhelming. “Fuck, I’m close too. Gonna… fuck… gonna cum inside your ass, Mommy.”“Do it, baby. Creampie Mommy’s poop hole,” she screamed, slamming her hips back hard against mine as I thrust forward. I felt her cum spray out, hot streams running down her legs onto mine, just as I unloaded ropes of cum deep into her rectum.That was hands-down the wildest orgasm I’d ever had—took a solid minute for it to fade as we stayed locked together, panting. I slid my softened cock out of her ass slow, a little glob of cum pooling around her still-gaping hole as she collapsed face-first onto the couch, heaving. I flopped onto my ass on the floor, then tipped back, sprawling out flat to catch my breath. Took a while to steady myself. When I sat up, Mom was perched on the couch, wiping sweat off her forehead before flashing me a worn-out smile.“That was something else. Getting creampied in the ass by my son this early wasn’t on my wishlist, but I’m glad it happened,” she said. I grinned back.It was only 6 a.m., so we figured we’d snag more sleep upstairs. We trudged up together, hit her room, and crashed on her bed, tangled up in each other. Sleep hit fast, dragging us both under.When I woke, the wall clock read past 9 a.m.—Mom was gone from the bed. She always woke earlier, and no sound from the bathroom meant she was downstairs, probably whipping up breakfast. I shuffled to my room, hopped in the shower, and swapped into fresh boxers. Grabbing my phone from the bedside table where it’d charged overnight, I unlocked it and shot Carol a quick “Hey.” One tick—she wasn’t online. No clue when she’d be up, so I’d check back later. I headed downstairs to track down Mom.
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By the time I hit the bottom of the stairs, I caught Mom wrapping up breakfast, pulling the pan off the heat to plate whatever she’d cooked. She’d showered too—rocking a light pink silk button-up pajama set that hugged her just right. Honestly, she could make a trash bag look stunning.She spotted me as I stepped into the kitchen and flashed a smile. I closed the gap, clocking how her nipples poked through that silky fabric. Fuck, I had to fight the urge to grab her top and rip those buttons off to free those tits.“Hey, sweetie, good morning—sleep well?” she asked as we pulled each other into a warm hug. My hands slid around her waist, tugging her close, her fresh shower gel scent hitting me like a drug. Her tits mashed against me, my chin practically resting on them thanks to our height difference. I eased back just enough, tipping up on my toes to catch her soft lips in a slow kiss. That strawberry chapstick taste filled my mouth as I sucked gently, earning a happy little hum from her before we broke apart.“Good morning, Mommy. Why didn’t you wake me? I could’ve helped with breakfast,” I said, gazing up at her, hands still parked on her waist. Couldn’t peel myself off her—her body was like a damn magnet, pulling me in no matter what.“Thanks for being such a sweet son, honey, but you earned that rest after what you pulled a few hours ago,” she said with a sly grin, yanking my mind right back to this morning. Fucking her—in the ass—and unloading inside? Still felt unreal.My hands slid down to her ass, grabbing both cheeks firm before giving them a good squeeze, then a quick double slap that pulled a playful chuckle from her. Fuck, I was already heating up. She had to be working some kind of spell on me—every time I got close, my body just lit up, no logic to it. I didn’t even clock when my hands slipped into her pajama bottoms to grope her bare ass, but she swatted them out fast.“Hold your horses, mister. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. I’d rather not burn energy on an empty stomach,” she said, half-scolding, half-teasing. I didn’t argue—helped her set the plates, and we dug into breakfast.We kept it light over the meal, tossing around dirty jokes no mom and son should be laughing at, cracking up together. Time flew. After, she suggested chilling in the backyard pavilion, and no way was I passing up more time with her. I nodded quick, told her to head out, and I’d catch up. She went for the living room door to the backyard while I bolted upstairs, snagged my phone and a loose tee from my room, threw it on, and hustled back down.Stepping outside, my bare feet hit the wet grass—must’ve rained a bit overnight while we were out cold. I made my way to the wooden pavilion where Mom was parked on a bench. I slid in next to her.“You brought your phone? That’s new—you never do that when we hang out,” she pointed out. True, even before all this craziness started, I’d always left it behind. But today, I had a reason.“Yeah, I texted Carol like half an hour ago. Wanted to see if she’d hit back,” I said, earning a grin from her. She scooted closer as I unlocked my phone, flipped on the data, and boom—a notification from Carol popped up. I tapped it, jumping straight to our chat.
“Morning, handsome. What’s up?”
Mom chuckled. “Wow, flirty,” she teased. I grinned back, then looked at the screen and typed.
“Oh, I was just thinking about you and wanted to talk. I really liked our last conversation.”
I hit send, and we traded a knowing smirk—both fully aware of the flirty back-and-forth with Carol, plus those pics she’d dropped. Less than a minute later, her reply popped up.
“Mmh, I enjoyed it too, babe. I hope you liked my little present at the end.”
We both knew damn well what “present” she meant—that mirror selfie showing off her unreal ass. And it being a regular photo, still sitting in my gallery? Felt like a damn dream.
“I’d be a lunatic, or gay, if I didn’t like that. I honestly can’t stop thinking about it ever since our chat. That fucking ass of yours is a feast for any pair of eyes.”
I hit send, catching Mom biting her bottom lip out of the corner of my eye as she watched me flirt so raw with her hot best friend. Knowing she might be getting off on this cranked my arousal up—my boxers were already tenting hard. Carol’s reply buzzed in almost instantly.
“And I can’t get over how naughty I am for doing this with my best friend’s son behind her and my husband’s back. And truth be told, I like how so not right it is.”
If only she knew Mom was in on it—not behind her back at all. Her husband, though? Totally clueless. I fucking loved that a woman like her was down to dive into this with someone way younger, sneaking around on Michael. Felt like I’d stumbled into some harem fantasy where the hero snags neglected, horny wives for himself. Huh, wish that was real. (It is, Adrian—you’re living it. Fourth wall smashed.)Carol liking how wrong this felt? Yeah, she was Mom’s best friend through and through. Mom had said the same damn thing about screwing Carol’s boyfriend—loving the twisted thrill of it. Now I was curious: had Carol ever stepped out on Michael before? I typed fast.
“Have you ever done anything behind Michael’s back before this? I won’t judge if you have—I’d get why.”
Blue ticks popped up—she’d seen it. But no typing dots followed, and for a second, I panicked. Did I fuck up with that question? She’d just said she liked the naughtiness of sneaking around with me—how could she be mad about me asking if she’d done it before?“Don’t worry, she’s not mad. I bet your bluntness threw her off, and she’s weighing if she should spill that to you,” Mom chimed in, reading my mind like always. This woman was damn near psychic.“Did she ever tell you if she’s been with anyone besides Michael?” I asked her. Duh—I could’ve just gone to Mom with this. They were best friends, practically sisters—had to have swapped their darkest secrets. Well, except maybe Mom keeping quiet about banging Carol’s boyfriend, but that made sense—she’d have a good reason to bury that one.“Oh, I’m not telling you if she doesn’t. I love you more than anything, but I promised her I’d take her secrets to my grave. Sorry, sweetheart,” Mom said, sealing it with a quick kiss. I didn’t mind—hell, it made me respect her more. No way was I gonna push her to spill. If Carol trusted me enough, and I hoped she did, she’d open up herself.After three or four minutes of nothing, I was about to text her again, ask if I’d overstepped. But just as my fingers hovered over the keyboard, those three dots popped up—she was typing. They danced longer than usual before her message finally dropped.“That’s a pretty bold question. And I probably would’ve blocked anyone asking me that if it wasn’t you, be grateful. And to answer your question, I hope you keep it to yourself because I trust you not to be judgmental. Only Thea knows about this. Although I haven’t had sex with anyone behind Michael’s back, there have been multiple make-out sessions, and even getting handsy as well. I know it’s wrong, but I told you how Michael’s been neglecting me for so long. I honestly didn’t know what to do to not feel alone. I’m sorry if I said too much.”Damn, that was a novel—no wonder it took her forever to type. My heart sank for her. I’d said it before, but a woman like Carol shouldn’t be ignored by her husband. I got it—why she’d let others kiss her, touch her, when Michael probably hadn’t in years. As bad as I felt, it also lit me up. Picturing her, a married goddess, sneaking off to lock lips with randoms, letting them feel her up—those massive tits, that round ass—fuck, whoever they were, they hit the jackpot.I was so deep in my filthy daydream I didn’t even notice Mom’s hand on my boner ‘til it was there, snapping me back. She grinned at me, rubbing my hard-on through the boxers.“Did her answer excite you, baby? Thinking about my sexy best friend getting groped and loving it? She’s one naughty bitch, isn’t she? Yeah, she is. Mmh, look how hard you are,” she purred, voice all sultry as she slipped her hand into my waistband and tugged my throbbing cock out. My mushroom head had already peeled free of the foreskin—that’s how stiff I was—and her moan at the sight confirmed she knew it too. “Fuck, just look at this fucker. Even your tip’s pulsing. Did imagining my best friend getting groped turn you on that much, hmm?” Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, stroking slow. Shit, I needed to reply to Carol, but her hand felt too damn good. Then her breath hit my ear as she leaned in close, whispering, “So just imagine how excited I was watching it happen right in front of me.”Holy fuck—that hit like a truck. Mom didn’t just know about Carol’s dirty little adventures; she’d been there, eyeballing her best friend getting kissed and groped. It was too much to process, and I was burning up.“Fuck, Mommy, this is… fuck, it’s too much, too fucking hot,” I moaned as her fingers sped up.“Mmh, yeah, baby, it was so fucking hot. Seeing those horny bastards groping my best friend on the dance floor, in the karaoke room—she let them, like the slut she is. Fuck, baby, Mommy’s getting wet just thinking back,” she moaned, stroking faster. Hearing her say it—how she watched Carol get felt up, how Carol went along with it—and calling her a slut? I was never getting used to it, it was dirty as hell, but it worked; my dick twitched hard. Then my brain spun another way. If Mom was there, loving the show like she said, did she join in? I knew how wild she got when horny—wouldn’t put it past her. Last time she went out with Carol, without me, was maybe a month ago. The thought of strangers groping my goddess of a mom too? That lit me up like a damn firework.“What about you, Mommy? Did you…” I trailed off, her hand pumping my throbbing cock so good it was already shoving me toward the edge. I had to hold out, though—I needed to know.“Did I what, baby? Did I join in on those makeout and groping sessions too?” The second she said it, my dick twitched hard in her grip, and she caught it—letting out a wicked chuckle. “Oh my, look how this little guy jumped at that, honey. Mmh, are you curious if Mommy let strangers grope her too, hmm?” She whispered, pausing the strokes. Her four fingers clamped tight around my shaft while her thumb started teasing my pulsing tip, ripping a loud “Fuck” out of me. That only fueled her more. “Mmh, yes, you are, aren’t you? You wanna know if Mommy let them molest her fuckable body. If they squeezed my tits, my ass, yeah?” Her words were like tossing gas on a bonfire. Then she leaned in again, whispering, “Or, you wanna know if Mommy let them fuck me? Let them fuck my ass, my fuck pussy, cum deep inside both holes.” That was it—I lost it. A scream tore out of me as thick ropes of cum blasted from my cock, splattering across the pavilion’s wooden floor. My hips bucked wild, my phone hit the deck—orgasm so intense it fucking wrecked me.My legs trembled for a bit as the orgasm faded, hips jerking back as I slumped straight on the bench. I glanced at Mom—she brought her hand to her face, thumb smeared with my cum from rubbing my tip as I blew. She sucked it clean without a second thought.“Sweet. That was a lot, and you made a mess on the floor too,” she said, smirking.“Yeah, sorry about that. Couldn’t hold it—too much,” I muttered, and her grin stretched wider. “But… did you… uh, actually do it?” I asked. In the heat of it, the thought was a fucking inferno, but now, post-nut clarity hit. I didn’t want anyone else touching her like I did. Yeah, it was hot as hell imagining her drawing lustful stares, but her body? That was mine to ravage. Shit, was I getting too possessive? She caught my face drop and lifted a hand to my cheek, stroking gentle.“Of course not, baby. I just said it ‘cause I knew it was driving you wild. Don’t look so down—it was just teasing,” she said, pulling me into a warm hug. I wrapped my arms around her, face sinking into the crook of her neck. “You never have to worry, sweetie. Mommy’s yours and always will be—you’re the only man she needs, okay? She won’t let anyone else touch her,” she soothed, her body heat wrapping me up in the chilly air. Then she leaned to my ear, whispering, “Unless you want her to,” before nipping my earlobe quick and soft. I squealed like a damn kid.She burst out laughing—hard. This woman was unreal. But wait—was she for real? She’d do it if I asked? That cracked open a whole mess of possibilities. I shook it off—later, not now. My eyes dropped to my phone on the floor, and it clicked. Shit, Carol—I was supposed to reply. What the hell, Mom? I snatched it up, unlocking the screen.
“What’s the matter? Didn’t like my answer?”
“Hey, Drew, are you okay? Did what I said upset you?”
“Fucking hell. I should’ve never told you anything. I’m sorry, forget about anything I said.”
Jesus, talk about jumping to conclusions. I told Mom, and she laughed even harder. Cursing her in my head, I fired off five texts to Carol, swearing I wasn’t mad—spun some bullshit about tripping down the stairs reading her message, and Mom patching up my “scraped knee.”After some back-and-forth, I finally convinced Carol I wasn’t pissed or judging her. I swore her secret was locked tight with me, and she even asked me not to spill to Mom that she’d told me—or tease her about it in front of her. Fair enough; Carol and I loved ribbing each other over embarrassing shit anyway.The chat mellowed out after that—tame stuff, just kicking back in the pavilion with Mom, soaking in the crisp air. Carol dropped that she’d already snagged tickets for me and Mom too. Mom let out a defeated sigh at that. She’s all about handling her own business, but with a loaded bestie like Carol, she couldn’t stop her from splashing cash on us. Carol also updated us on the city service kicking back up. It was Thursday—three days ‘til we’d head out to the beach house. Beach, huh? Hadn’t hit me ‘til now—ocean, blazing sun, and bikinis. Fuck yeah, that juiced me up even more. I’d never seen Mom or Carol in bikinis. This trip was shaping up to be the best damn vacation yet—I could feel it.
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I woke up Friday morning in Mom’s bed, eyes cracking open to the faint patter of rain outside—lighter than yesterday’s downpour. She was rummaging through her closet, and I stretched out, arms up, letting a loud yawn rip. It snagged her attention; she turned and hit me with a smile.“Hey there, sleepyhead. Good morning,” she said, hauling a stack of dresses and gowns over and dumping them next to me on the bed. I spotted the trolley bag leaning against the bed’s edge.“Good morning to you too. What’s got you so busy first thing?” I asked, propping myself up. She spun back to the closet, probably grabbing more stuff.“Well, Carol called a minute ago,” she shouted from inside. “Told us to start packing for the trip. So I’m sorting clothes first. Can you head to your room and pack your stuff too, sweetie? I’d do it, but my hands are full here, as you can see.” My ears perked—packing for the trip. Three days ‘til this long awaited beach getaway with Carol. Maybe not “long awaited”, it’d only been three days since she’d dropped the invitation, but I was already hyped as hell. Monday couldn’t come soon enough.“Don’t worry, Mommy, I’m not a kid anymore—I can pack my own stuff. You keep at what you’re doing,” I said. She approached me and straightened up, hands on hips, looming over me like a damn queen.“Hah, of course you’re not a kid. No kid fucks their momma in the ass, do they?” she fired back, all sass. My face went hot—why was I blushing? I could still feel how I’d railed her ass last night ‘til she was out cold. She kept going, “But you’ll always be my baby boy, remember that.”“Yes, of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way either,” I said, my eyes drifting to the stacks of clothes she’d folded on the bed. “Anyways, I don’t see any beach outfits here,” I pointed out. She caught my drift instantly, grinning as she leaned in close.“Aww, does my baby want to see his mommy in a sexy two-piece bikini, hmm?” she teased, planting a kiss on my lips. I savored it, trying to stretch it out, but she pulled back too soon.“Well, yeah. We’re going to a beach. What, you gonna wear a nightgown there?” I fired back with some sass of my own. My mind was already running wild—her and Carol strutting along the shore in bikinis. Two walking sex bombs; those outfits would probably shatter a few marriages.“Uh huh, no need to be a smart ass, darling. Otherwise you’re not getting to see what I have in store for you,” she teased, standing up straight. My ears shot up—what did she mean by that?“Wait, what? What do you mean? What is it?” I asked, practically bouncing like a kid in a candy store. My excitement pulled a soft chuckle from her. She turned back to the closet, digging around before pulling out a sundress and folding it, glancing at me as she answered.“All in good time. Be patient, baby. For now, get your ass to your room and do what I told you,” she said, putting on a mock stern tone. I slumped my head in mock defeat and trudged out of her room. In mine, I hit the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and jumped in the shower.Post-shower, I threw on sweatpants and a baggy tee, then got to work like she’d said. I raided my closet, stuffing clothes into my dinky little bag—nothing compared to Mom’s massive trolley. Mid-packing, my phone buzzed—someone calling. I dropped everything, darted to the bedside table, and snatched it up. Carol’s name glowed on the screen. My heart kicked into overdrive with a sudden wave of excitement.“Morning, Drew. I talked to Thea earlier. I hope she told you to pack up for the trip,” Carol’s rich voice purred through the phone, dripping with excitement about the getaway prep. Made sense—she barely got a glance from that asshole husband of hers. This trip was probably a lifeline, something to shake her loose.“Hey, Carol, morning to you too. Yeah, Mom told me to pack. I was right in the middle of it when you called.”“Oh, you’re busy. I can call back later then.”“No, wait. I’m glad you called. I wanted to… well, call you myself.”“Oh? Did you really? And why exactly did you want to call me, handsome?” Her voice flipped fast—from bubbly excitement to a sultry tease. Shit, if our past chats had been calls with that tone, I’d have been a mess every ten seconds.“Uh, well…” Fuck me, this is why I stuck to texting. I froze, flustered as hell. With Mom, I could roll with the dirty talk—our daily chaos had me seasoned. But Carol? This was uncharted territory, and I wasn’t used to her heat yet. Get it together, Adrian—don’t fuck this up. “Well, I wanted to ask how your packing’s going. Figured you’re already done since you nagged Mom about it.”“Well, yeah, I’m almost done,” she said, dragging out the “almost.” “But I can’t decide on which outfits I wanna bring. I called ‘cause I had a small request. I wanted your opinion.” That threw me—Carol asking for outfit advice? She’d never even asked Mom that, at least not around me. But damn, I was hooked.“Oh, sure. Can you send me your outfits? I’ll give you my honest take,” I said, earning a pleased little chuckle from her.“Okay, I’m cutting the call for a bit. There’s a bunch, and it’ll take a sec to snap pics of each. I’ll be back in a moment.” She hung up before I could reply. Uh, alright then—guess I’d wait.While waiting for Carol to ping me back, I wandered to the window and cracked it open. The soft rain had a calming feel, and I soaked in the cool breeze for a minute ‘til my phone chimed—multiple times. Snagging it, I unlocked the screen and dove into Carol’s chat, only to freeze, jaw damn near on the floor.Holy fucking shit. The “outfits” she’d mentioned? Not what I’d pictured. Every photo flooding my inbox was a bikini—all kinds. One-pieces, two-pieces, lacy ones, strapless ones. It was like a goddamn bikini warehouse in my messages. How many did she even own? Had to be at least 20 different sets here. No wonder she couldn’t pick—this was a week-long trip, not a fashion marathon. Packing all these would be overkill; she’d never get through all of them.Right then, my phone lit up with Carol’s name. I hit the pickup button and slapped it on speaker.“So? What do you think? I can’t decide which to bring. Will you be a darling and pick any five sets? I can’t haul all of them with me,” she said, that sultry edge still dripping from her voice.“Uh… wow, that’s… that’s a lot. I don’t even know where to start,” I stumbled out, sounding like a total dumbass. What’d you expect? This drop-dead gorgeous woman, who could out-style most supermodels, was asking me—a horny teenager—for my take. I was sweating like I’d been handed the keys to world peace or some shit.“Oh, come on. It’s not that hard, babe. Just imagine me in them and tell me which ones I’d look best in,” she said, blunt as hell. Fuck, okay—simple task, Adrian. Picture Carol in every single bikini and pick the best five. Yeah, simple my ass. How the hell was I supposed to handle this?“Umm, okay, can you give me a sec to think this through?” I asked, and she hit me with a casual “Sure.” I dove into the photos, scrolling through every damn bikini set. Shit, they were all sexy as hell and looked pricey—made sense for someone loaded like her to only grab top-tier stuff. I didn’t know jack about bikinis, but these screamed quality. For what felt like forever, my brain churned, picking apart each one. After five agonizing minutes—the most stressful of my life—I locked in my choices. I rattled off the five sets I’d picked, and Carol chimed in, all enthusiastic, about how “tasteful” I was. Couldn’t tell if she meant it or was just sparing my feelings. Either way, I was damn sure those sets would look unreal on her. Who was I kidding? She’d slay in any of ‘em.“Thanks for your service, good sir. I’ve been agonizing over this for the last hour. Glad I hit you up. Hope you’re pumped to see me in the sets you personally picked for me,” she said. Fuck, the way she phrased it—“personally picked”—like she’d wear them just ‘cause I chose them, like it was all for my eyes. Whoa, slow down, Adrian. Don’t get cocky—she just asked your opinion, not crowned you king. Chill the hell out, man.“Yeah, looking forward. Honestly, you’d look stunning in any of them, but I’m glad you asked for my opinion,” I said, keeping it polite and smooth. Glad? Hardly—that shit was stressful as fuck. The only relief was getting it over with. Still, I was damn hyped to see her in those sets. The ones I picked were skimpy even for bikinis, and no way was I not stoked to catch her like that.“Hehe, of course you are. Anyway, I gotta bounce. Wish I could’ve stuck around to chat longer, but I need to cram these sets into my trolley bag,” she said. Of-fucking-course—a trolley bag. Was that just a chick thing, hauling a massive suitcase for a trip? I thought it was a stereotype, but now I wasn’t so sure.We swapped quick goodbyes, and she hung up. I was about to ditch the phone when it pinged again. Another message from Carol. I opened it, and my dick damn near leapt—full-body mirror selfie, her in one of the five sets I’d picked. Red two-piece, string panties, the tiny top barely holding her massive tits, practically spilling out of my screen. That was fast. Wait—had she been naked this whole call? Picked a set right after I chose, slipped it on, and snapped this the second we hung up? Fuck, if I’d known, I could’ve pushed for something spicier. No clue if she’d go for it, but I could’ve tried.After that pic, horny didn’t even cover it—Carol had me lit the fuck up. I ditched my half-assed packing and bolted out of my room. Stepped into Mom’s—her trolley bag was zipped shut on the bed, clothes all packed. The sound of the shower running hit my ears; she was in there now. Well, shit—guess I’m hopping in for round two.
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Sunday snuck up on me like a damn ninja, and I was buzzing with excitement as tomorrow crept closer. The past couple of days had been a sweet blur—groping, smooching, and diving into our usual steamy shenanigans with Mom had me losing my mind in the best way. I’d just polished off breakfast, and Mom was wrapping up the last of her packing—tossing in her cosmetics, makeup, all that jazz. Oh, and some cherry-on-top news: the city services kicked back into gear a day earlier than we’d thought—starting today. They flipped the switch at midnight, and bam, companies and businesses were back in action.The school’s online portal was up and running too, so Mom shot an email to the principal about me skipping out for the trip. And that sleazy jackass? No way he’d say no to her. I’d caught him drooling over Mom at parent-teacher meetings more times than I could count, practically tripping over himself to flirt. Used to piss me off and make me cringe, but now? It’s just fucking funny to think about.I hopped on a call with my buddies, letting them know I’d be MIA from school for a week thanks to the trip. They lost their shit when I mentioned I was heading out with not just Mom, but her smoking-hot bestie, Carol, too. Their jealousy was comedy gold. If those horny idiots had any clue what I’d been up to with Mom—or the spicy new vibe brewing with Carol—they’d probably combust on the spot. I’d bet my ass on it.Mom also rang up the pet salon to tell the manager she’d be out for another week. Our little getaway was set to kick off tomorrow and run through next Sunday, with us rolling back home the following Monday. Shit, it just hit me—starting next Tuesday, I’d be back at school, Mom would be off to work, and our dirty little escapades would be squeezed into late nights or early mornings if I could drag myself out of bed with her. Then there’s my part-time gig. Mom’s always said I didn’t need to work while studying—her paycheck’s more than enough for us—but I’d pushed back, saying a little extra cash never hurt. Plus, her birthday’s next month. She’s turning 36, and I want to snag her something nice with my own money. Least I can do. Borrowing from her to buy her a gift? Hell no. I haven’t landed on what to get her yet, though. Eh, it’s a month off—I’ll sort it out later. She’ll love whatever I pick, I’m sure.I was thinking about kicking back in the pavilion when the doorbell chimed. Mom was just coming downstairs—probably done with the last of her packing—and called out, “Hey, can you grab the door?” So I strolled over, flipped the lock, and yanked it open. And there she was—Carol, in all her jaw-dropping glory. Last time I saw her was a few days back, maybe four or five, when she swung by after that storm cleared out. But holy shit, she still hit me like a freight train every time. The perfect sidekick to Mom’s goddess vibes.I couldn’t even muster a “hey” before I was lost in her. She rocked these teal high-waisted linen pants and a white tank top that barely skimmed past her belly button, showing off a killer slice of her dark midriff. That belly piercing? Not quite like the one Mom had on a few days ago—this one was bolder, classier, with a shiny white jewel popping against her skin. The tank wasn’t plunging or anything, but Carol’s rack didn’t need help standing out—those girls were loud and proud under the thin straps, her arms gleaming in the sunlight spilling through the door.“Hey, you done eye-banging me, or do I need to let myself in?” Her voice snapped me out of it, and my eyes shot up to hers. Fuck me, that face—those long lashes, those plump, glossy lips, that damn mole sitting pretty beneath them. And wait—new detail alert: a little hoop nose ring glinting on one side. Never seen her with that before, but goddamn, it cranked her hotness up to eleven, which I didn’t even think was possible.“Oi!” she barked, a little louder this time, and my head whipped up to lock eyes with her for real. She was grinning like she knew exactly what was up. I gave myself a mental smack. Chill out, Adrian, what’s your deal? This woman’s sent you half-naked pics and even hit you up for bikini advice—this freaking ebony queen. Your ego should be through the roof, not tripping over itself. Pull it together, moron.“Uh, hey, Carol. Good to see you. Oh, shit—come in, my bad,” I mumbled, fumbling like an idiot as I stepped aside to let her in. I shut the door behind her, and as she brushed past, she leaned in close and dropped her voice. “If you’re this flustered already, how’re you gonna survive seeing me in those bikinis you picked out?” That husky whisper sent a jolt down my spine. Fuck, Mom was just a few steps away—not that she’d mind our little flirt fest—as she finally peeked around the corner to see who’d shown up.“Carol!” Mom squealed, pure excitement in her voice as she rushed over. They crashed into this big, warm bestie hug—total Hallmark moment. Meanwhile, my eyes? Glued to the way their massive racks mashed together. Two sets of Mommy milkers in one room? That’s a goddamn hazard, and I was ready to dive headfirst into the danger zone.“Thea, my sweet girl, I missed you so much,” Carol purred in that girly tone she always used with Mom. It was honestly adorable—seeing this total smokeshow turn into a goofy little softie with her best friend. They peeled apart from the hug and planted quick pecks on each other’s cheeks. Man, I was over here wishing they’d just go for the lips already. Chill, Adrian, keep it in your damn pants.“Missed you too,” Mom said, stepping back as their racks finally separated—RIP to that glorious boob collision. “What’s up, though? Weren’t we meeting tomorrow to head out anyway?”“Yeah, totally,” Carol grinned, “but I figured I’d swing by and make sure you didn’t flake. You weren’t exactly the memory champ back in the day, so…” She let it hang with a teasing smirk, and Mom swatted her shoulder with a laugh.“Oh, please,” Mom shot back, sarcasm dripping. “Like we’re still kids or something.”“Obviously—you’re still my little baby,” Carol cooed again, puckering her lips up with exaggerated kissy noises. Mom just cracked up and shoved her off playfully. Seeing Carol this hyped was amazing—she was clearly stoked for the trip. She deserved this break big time. That neglectful jackass of a husband she’s still stuck with? Barely gives her the time of day. For a sec, I caught myself wishing I was her husb—nah, reel it in, dude!“So, what, no hug for me or something?” I piped up, flashing a grin like it was no big deal. See? Not that tough to play it cool around Carol. She was all giggles and cuteness right now—why the hell was I even sweating it?Mom caught my vibe and smirked—she knew damn well what I was angling for. Good thing I’d spilled the beans to her about everything, so I didn’t have to stress about flirting with Carol right in front of her. Carol shot me a sly grin too, peeling away from Mom and sauntering over. Her back was to Mom, so she bit her lip at me, probably thinking Mom would care. Ha, joke’s on her—she had no clue Mom was in on it. She stopped in front of me and threw her arms around me, those huge tits squashing against my chest. I swear I nearly lost it right there. That thin tank top? Made her boobs feel like freaking pillows compared to the last time she hugged me in something thicker. Don’t ask how I’ve got a mental catalog of her tit texture.I sucked in a deep breath, that cocoa scent of hers hitting me like a damn drug, drowning my senses. This time, I didn’t hold back—my arms slid around her waist, and I locked eyes with Mom over Carol’s shoulder. Mom bit her lip too, watching with this wicked, thrilled glint as her pervy son hugged her bestie, probably dreaming up all kinds of filthy shit.Still holding Mom’s gaze, I leaned in close and whispered in Carol’s ear, “You look fucking gorgeous, baby.” It was the first time I’d ever dropped a pet name like that on her, and she didn’t miss a beat—just let out a soft little laugh before murmuring back.“Bold as hell, huh? Well, bolder than last time I was here, anyway.” She eased back, tossing me a flirty wink before spinning around to face Mom. Mom quickly let go of her lip-biting act, swapping that wild, excited look for a casual smile as Carol turned.“Want me to whip you up something, hon?” Mom asked Carol. True to form, Carol didn’t hesitate—she straight-up told Mom what she wanted, like she was placing an order. Mom just grinned and didn’t argue. I jumped in, suggesting to Carol we could kick back with a movie while Mom handled the kitchen. Mom’s grin stretched wider from across the room as she headed off to cook.Carol and I plopped down on the living room couch, and I flicked on the TV. Sitting side by side, that cocoa scent of hers kept me wired—fuck, it was like a high I couldn’t shake. We were basically alone now; Mom wasn’t gonna barge in while she cooked, and knowing her, she’d probably drag it out on purpose after that grin she flashed. I was pumped—and horny as hell. I snuck a sideways glance at Carol, only to catch her already eyeing me with a sly little smirk. Time to break the ice.“So, you’re looking pretty stoked,” I said. “Big plans for the trip?”She lit up with a smile. “You don’t even know. I’ve been itching to ditch this damn city and get somewhere chill. That spot we’re hitting up? Perfect vibe to rinse off all this stress and bullshit neglect I’ve been drowning in.”“You deserve it,” I said, locking eyes with her and letting my hand slide onto her thigh. Even through those pants, I could feel how thick and juicy it was—fuck, those thighs were begging to clamp around my head.She slid her hand over mine, resting it there instead of yanking me off like I’d half-expected. My nerves settled fast. “I really do,” she said. “These last few days? First time in ages I’ve actually had something to look forward to. I’m hoping this trip shakes off this weird, lonely funk I’ve been stuck in.”“Hope it works,” I replied. “No one should feel like that—especially not a knockout like you.” Yeah, I was straight-up flirting, right there in my living room, with Mom just a few steps away in the kitchen. She flashed me a smile at that.“Thanks, babe. It feels good to be appreciated by someone,” she said, her thumb grazing the back of my hand. That little move lit a spark, nudging me to steer things into spicier waters.“Someone like you deserves to be appreciated top to bottom, inside and out,” I murmured, dropping my voice like I was hiding it from Mom. Had to keep up the act—Carol still didn’t know Mom was clued in on our little game. I didn’t love keeping her in the dark, but it wasn’t the right moment to spill. If shit kept flowing this smooth, I’d come clean myself soon enough.“I wish someone would actually appreciate me…” she let the words hang for a sec before leaning in close, her voice dropping to a whisper, “…inside and out.” Holy shit, this woman was pure fire. My dick jolted like it’d been shocked, and she clocked it instantly—Mom wasn’t kidding about her sharp-as-hell attention. “Well, damn, someone’s into that,” she teased with a low, sultry laugh.“You’re one sexy-ass babe, Carol,” I murmured back. “Been losing my mind all day, all night, over those pics you sent—imagining you in those bikinis.” She bit her lip again, and fuck, I wanted to sink my teeth into them for her.“Easy, tiger,” she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. “I’ll make sure you get an eyeful of this body in those bikinis.” Her hand tightened around mine, guiding it slow and deliberate up her thigh—higher, closer to the jackpot. My cock was pounding in my pants now. She parked my hand on her inner thigh, inches from her crotch. I was dying to slide it further, but I was legit frozen—heart hammering, breath coming in ragged bursts.My free hand wandered down to my own crotch, gripping the bulge I was sporting. Carol’s eyes tracked it, darkening as she watched me squeeze myself. She flicked a quick glance toward the kitchen—Mom was out of sight, probably on purpose—and then back to me, zeroing in on my hand creeping toward my waistband. Her stare was locked in, pure curiosity blazing. I was getting cockier by the second, and her not shutting me down? That just egged me on. I tugged my boxers down, letting my throbbing dick spring free. The second it popped out, Carol let out this raw, audible moan—fuck, it was the hottest sound I’d ever heard, and the first time I’d caught her making it.“Wow. Fuck. Baby, you’re… pulsing right now,” she said, stealing another quick peek toward the kitchen. Mom was still MIA—probably intentional—and Carol’s eyes snapped back to me, that lip caught between her teeth again.“Yeah,” I said, locking eyes with her. “And it’s all you. This hard-on? One hundred percent your fault.” I wrapped my hand around my shaft, dragging the foreskin back real slow, just to mess with her head a little more. That pink tip popped out, and I aimed it right at her. “Check it out, Carol. It’s waving hi,” I muttered, keeping my voice low and teasing.“Mmh, yeah, it sure is,” she whispered, her eyes glinting. “You mind if I say hi back?” Fuck, she was dead serious—I couldn’t believe this was going down. All I managed was a quick, “Go for it.”She shot another glance toward the kitchen—third time now. Man, if she only knew Mom was in on this, she wouldn’t be so paranoid. Convinced the coast was still clear, she slid back on the couch, then leaned in, zeroing in on my throbbing dick. I watched, heart pounding, as her face got closer—stopping just shy of it. “Hey there, little man,” she breathed, her warm breath teasing the tip.Her eyes flicked up to mine, holding my gaze as she puckered those lips—same cute move she’d pulled with Mom earlier—before pressing them hard against my cockhead. I threw my head back, a loud-ass moan ripping out of me, way noisier than hers. Those thick, glossy lips, all wrinkled up from the pucker, felt like fucking heaven—so soft, so intense. Crazy to think my dick got a taste of her lips before my mouth did, but I wasn’t mad about it. I looked down, her eyes still glued to mine as she pulled back with a wet, smacking kiss sound—pure pornographic shit. A fat drop of precum oozed out, and she didn’t miss it—swiped it up with her thumb, sat up straight, and licked it off her finger like it was nothing.Right then, I caught Mom coming back out of the corner of my eye. I fumbled, making a big show of stuffing my dick back in my pants. Carol clocked her too and snapped upright. Mom strolled in with a plate of pasta—Carol’s order—plus enough for me to have some, even though I’d just eaten breakfast not long ago.The three of us kicked back for the next hour, just shooting the shit. The girls dove into nonstop chatter, plotting out every damn thing they wanted to do on the trip. I just sat there quiet, letting them ramble on with their girly gossip about random people I’d never even heard of.Carol stuck around long enough to join us for lunch too, and Mom was over the moon having her bestie hang out longer than last time. It wasn’t until after 4 p.m. that Carol finally said she had to bounce—something about “final packing” for tomorrow. But this time, neither Mom nor I were bummed about her leaving. We all knew what was coming: the trip was damn near here.I let Mom walk Carol out to the front gate. She peeled off in her Mercedes—yeah, the woman was loaded as hell. Mom came back inside, and the second she hit the living room, she was on me like a wildcat.“You sneaky little shits,” she growled, eyes blazing with heat. “You think I didn’t catch what you two were up to?”“Carol thought she was slick,” I shot back with a grin. “But I figured you had a clue. I mean, you pretty much gave me the go-ahead.”“Guess I did,” she smirked. “So… spill it.”So I laid it all out—everything Carol and I got into on the couch while she was in the kitchen. Wasn’t a ton, just some flirty whispers and then her planting those lips on my dick. That last bit flipped a switch in Mom. She shoved me down onto the couch, climbed on top, straddling me with her legs on either side, and crashed her mouth into mine in this hungry, sloppy kiss. Fuck yeah, I was gonna soak up every second with Mom before we took off tomorrow.