Cole's Lessons Pt. 04

Cole strolled into the house at 3:15 to find his mother at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in her hand, wrapped in her bathrobe. She had removed the lipstick. He immediately sensed that she was most definitely NOT okay.

"Mom?"

"Cole, honey. Sit down." She could smell the sweat through his clothes and noticed that he was in his typical workout clothes--T-shirt, sandals, baggy gym shorts. Kim took the next few minutes to relate her Chloe encounter to him.

"What are we going to tell her, Cole?" It was not in keeping with her to defer such things, and Cole sensed the opportunity to help.

"Well, Mom, we just tell her the truth."

"The truth? Cole, sweety......" She began, but he interrupted her. "Mom, she said she'd keep this quiet, right? I'm guessing the least we owe her is the truth about what she saw, and then, let's just go from there and see what happens." His right hand was on her knee now. He had scooted his chair more closely to her, and they were nearly face-to-face.

"Cole, has it occurred to you that I might be pregnant with your child? I told you I was on top of my fertile cycle, and we both behaved irresponsibly."

"Yes, mother, it has."

"O. k., so--what--you're o. k. with that? Are you nuts? I'm supposed to be the responsible one. How in the hell did I let this happen?"

"Mom, stop. You're escalating. Just breathe." Cole took her hands in hers. "We both knew what we were doing. Well, at least we do now, and yes, I'm not just okay with it; I'm over the top about it."

Kim raised her head up. "Seriously, Cole. You don't know what you're saying."

"Oh, I don't, do I? Do you actually think I wasn't aware of the risks when you told me you were ovulating? Do you actually believe I didn't want to do this with you? Mom, you're amazing both as a mom and as a lover, and if you think I'm going to say I regret this, you're just kidding yourself."

Kim dropped her head into her lap. "Oh, Cole, baby. Stop. You don't know what you're saying."

"All right, Mom. Let's just see who's kidding who." He pulled out his cell phone, opened his texts, and said, "You're going to watch this with me."

"No, Cole, stop. Stop this."

"Nope. You open your eyes and watch, Mom." Cole pressed the play button, and his mother watched as 79 seconds of unadulterated lust and love replayed on his phone's screen. She saw her beauty. She remembered how she felt in that moment, and her mind drifted to the ecstasy she had shared with her son over the past 48 hours.

"Cole, that's just me, out of control, that's all." He was having none of it. "Well, Mom, then I'm also out of control, and we're going to be out of control together, I guess."

"What am I going to tell your father, hmmm? How am I supposed to tell him we committed incest, Cole? How do I tell him I'm in love with my son? How am I supposed to tell him that I'm carrying his son's baby? "

"We'll do it together, Mom, if that's what you want, or we don't have to tell him at all, if THAT'S what you want."

"I've never lied to him before, Cole." Kim was looking up at him, her eyes pleading for a sense of direction.

"We don't have to decide now, Mom. Let's just think about it for a bit, o. k.?"

Kim stood. "I really do need a shower, Cole."

Cole stood and gently hugged her. What Kim thought was his half-erection was just his penis bunched up in his shorts. "Mr. happy again, huh?" She gently pressed her hands into his shorts, noticing now that his unit was bunched up tight, almost curled into a ball.

"Cole? What the heck."

Cole smiled back at her, looking down. "I, uh, haven't changed out of my jockstrap, Mom. I saw your video and, well, you know, I thought..."

Time stood still for them both. Kim's prior influx of hormones hadn't gone anywhere since her interaction with Chloe; it was just repressed from her negative emotions. Now, in Cole's arms, how he smelled unlocked the door, and the awareness that he was still wearing his jockstrap after a 4-hour practice threw it wide open. Her body flushed.

"Cole, Sweety. Please don't." Her face flushed deeper. Her will weakened. She desperately wanted him to let her go, but she welcomed his arm parting her robe, gently opening the garment, starting to expose her nakedness to him again.

"You didn't shower yet, did you?"

It wasn't a question; he was taking control. He looked directly in her eyes. She melted. "No, honey, you asked me not to, remember." She felt her nipples stiffen as the cool air met them between her son's gently massaging fingers.

"Good girl." Cole's use of that phrase caused his mother's knees to weaken. Her son's comments made her feel 18 again. She leaned into him, feeling her pussy lips thicken. Such an alpha male. His praise made her want to do anything he asked.

"Mom, I was serious when I told you that, and quite frankly, it wasn't a question, so let's try again. I'm going to go out and get my duffel bag from the car. You have 5 minutes."

He retracted his hands from her waist, closed her robe, and kissed her cheek as he spoke the last phrase. "Lipstick. Nothing else, Mom. I'll be back in just a second." He turned to leave but paused. Turning back, he added to his last comment. "I like this video, Mom. If you want to put those shoes back on, that'd be o. k. too."

Kim watched from outside her body as her son closed the door behind him. She saw the sun on his curly locks, the tight ass bend as he opened the door and began rummaging in his car for his stuff.

That ass.

Her eyes focused on the deep crease V of his ass, and she felt her wetness surge.

Her fertility consumed her.

Pulling her eyes away from him, she dropped the robe on the floor and began a sure, steady walk to her bedroom. 2 minutes later, she had laced her strappy black shoes back in place, firmly tied around her ankles, and 10 seconds later, she was in the bathroom, her face pressed into the mirror as she recoated her lips with the deep, dark, glossy wax.

Putting the tube away, she was panting as she reclined back on the couch, her ass at the edge, her left foot down on the ground, her right foot held up high on the couch's back, causing her pussy lips to spread slightly and display their pink insides highlighted against her reddening labia.

Cole appeared in the doorway only moments later, locking the door behind him. Now out of the bright sunlight, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the living room lighting. When they did, he saw his mother's form spread across the couch facing him, the fingers of her left hand idly sliding over her clit, her right hand gently cupping her left breast, squeezing and pulling the distended nipple.

"Is this better, Cole?" Her breath was husky. Heavy. Lust-filled.

"Holy crap. Yes." Cole dropped his duffel as he moved to her, quickly sliding down to his knees after he dropped his shorts, pulling his T-shirt over his head and leaving both in a puddle. His hands were on his jockstrap and beginning to lower it when Kim took control.

"Stop, stud. We're going to do something different today, okay?"

Cole was enraptured but tentative. "Uh, o. k., Mom. What?" He was kneeling at her side, his eyes moving between her red lips and her busy hand on her breast.

"For one, you're going to slow down, mister." Kim lifted her body and, now sitting on the couch's edge, had one leg on either side of him. "I already love you, Cole. Now, I want to enjoy you, and that starts with taking our time."

Cole was staring at her lips. "Cole, honey, do you like Mommy's lips today?" She smiled as she whispered the phrase, putting her lips closer to his face.

"I do."

"Oh, good. Can Mommy have a soft kiss, honey?"

"Uh huh."

Kim put her son's hands onto her thighs as he straightened up on his knees, now face-to-face, and leaned in to give him the softest of pecks on his lips. "Mmmm, Cole. That was nice, but--can Mommy have another one?" She slipped her hand down and over his engorging shaft beneath the jockstrap. "I like what it does for you, Cole."

She leaned in, turned her head slightly to the right, and, draping her arms over his shoulders, gave him a longer kiss. It was enough to close their lips together, pressing lightly. Cole moaned. Kim backed out slightly, then quickly kissed him again, slightly harder, and when she backed out again, her tongue gently lapped his lips, warm and wet.

Cole exhaled and moved forward, searching for his mother's lips again, but she tightened her arms and held him back. "Nuh uh, Cole. Slowly, son. Relax, o. k. Mommy wants to feel you heat up for me, ok.? I want to explore you as much as you want to explore me."

"But, Mom?" Cole pleaded.

"Patience, o. k.? You have some more things to learn about women and about me, Cole. "For one," and she leaned back into the couch's soft back, her ass still at the edge, "you need to appreciate what you put me through today." Kim pushed her son's shoulders back slightly as she raised her spiked heels onto and inside the couch's cushion support frame, neatly splaying her legs out. She was nearly sitting, but her hips were thrust forward, and her legs caused her lips to open up.

"Down, Cole. I want you to smell me. I want you to smell us together. You need to taste me." Her right hand lifted up onto the top of his head, gently pushing him down. Her son's hands moved closer into her core, and he allowed his mother to press him over her erupting vaginal flower. His nose was just a millimeter above her valley, and she could hear him taking in her essence, deeply through his nose and into his lungs. It was pungent. Earthy. Musk. He could smell salt and hormones and sweat and his cum mixed in with his own sweat, all of which was mixed in with her own.

"Oh, fuck. Mom. You smell so amazing. So sexual." Kim's pussy pulsed with his words.

"Taste me, Cole. Please." He let his tongue touch her valley in the middle, then lowered his head to feel it slide down into her hole. Kim's jaw relaxed, and her eyes glazed over with the warm muscle probing her wetness. She rotated her hips in a wide, sweeping circle, feeling her labia press against his jawline. Cole responded by tonguing her gently in and out, then lifted his head, his tongue trailing wetly between her labia and ending just below her clit. Kim's hands squeezed his head tightly.

"Stop. There. Cole. Stop right there." He stopped his head, but his tongue made a lazy circle around her clit and ended up pushing it up from underneath. The lightning rod flashed its electricity, surging from her clit, through her flowing vaginal walls, up her core, and pulsing into her nipples. This was too much, too soon.

"OH MY GOD, COLE, STOP. PLEASE! WAIT!" Kim's thighs clamped around his head, begging him to stop, and despite the pressure and close confines, Cole relented.

"Breathe, Mommy." Cole took the moment to tease her. She could feel his breath between her labia, and with his tongue now removed, gently spread her legs again. "Cole, oh my god, Cole, wait." She thought she was controlling this, but now it was obvious who was going to lead.

"Do you like it when I lick your pussy button, Mom?" Cole spread her thighs open again, kissing her clit as he spoke the words.

"Oh, fuck. Cole. Wait. Wait, please. Please?" She was squirming from the waist up but held her hips perfectly still.

"I want another taste, Mommy. Please?" Cole extended his tongue and made a long, slow trail from her clit down to her hole, pressing firmly with his mouth, and let his tongue glide in and out of its quivering softness.

"Ohhhhgaaaawwwwdddd, Cole, Ohhhh." Kim moved both hands to soften her hardening nipples, squeezing and pulling them to decrease their overstimulated flesh, but only heightening it.

Cole talked into her pussy. "Oh, Mom. Your pussy tastes so good for me. I just want to spend all day here tasting you." Kim had thrown her head back. Her eyes glazed over, and she gave herself up to her son's oral skills.

"Cole. Fuck. So good. So good for Mommy. Good boy. Nice and slow now."

Kim's hands guided his head up to her clit again while her words guided his sexual psychology. "Gentle, Cole. Wet. Now, stop there and SLOWLY make a circle with your tongue." Cole complied, and his mother melted into the couch.

"Good boy, son. Very, very good for Mommy." Her hands applied pressure to his head, and her son's tongue trailed its hot, wet path to the bottom of her valley. She stopped him. "Same thing, Cole. Give Mommy a nice, slow circle with your tongue.

Cole did so.

"Good boy, but deeper now, Cole. Extend your tongue into me."

Cole pressed his mouth more tightly against her vaginal opening and pushed his tongue deeply into her hole, swirling light, creamy circles in the now-flowing juice. He lifted his head a bit, kissing her open hole and the red lips on either side.

His mother cooed her approval. "Oh, Cole--so very nice." Cole's arms slid down her thighs, and with both hands under her knees and his tongue back around her clit, he lifted her knees up, spreading them widely apart. Kim groaned again. The motion moved her ass forward towards her son, rotating it up, and Cole pressed her legs back to put her anal flower and her gaping love hole on full sexual display for him.

He kissed her hole gently again, sliding his hands to her ankles, and noticing the black strappy stilettos, he punctuated her sexual arousal. "I love you in these shoes, Mom. So slutty for me. So beautiful for your son when I get to eat your sweet pussy. Don't you think?"

Kim was teetering on her orgasm. It had been some time since David had gone down on her, not to mention with this erotic of a sexual experience. Her hands were mauling her breasts now, and she had the devil's smile across her face. Her son wasn't just an alpha male with a large cock; he could eat her out like no one had ever done. He was worshiping her pussy, her clit, and for the next half hour, she fell in love with the fact that he was teasing every drop of her juice from her as she opened herself up to him.

Cole noticed the wetness sliding over her lips and down her ass cheeks, so he took the natural next step.

"OHMYGODCOLE YES!" Kim's son had lowered his mouth, flattened his tongue, and slid down her slippery lips over her perineum. He was rubbing his tongue in slow, wet, hot circles around her asshole. "OHFUCKYESCOLE. OHMYGOD. OHMYGOD. COLE!"

The pressure of his tongue there set off her orgasm, and Kim's body shuddered as her pussy lips began quivering. The fluid poured from her, wetting her hole, then her labia, until her son could taste it dripping down to his mouth still sealed over her anal muscles. He felt her contract and quiver, so he opened his mouth, raised his tongue up, and licked long, fast strokes from her asshole to her clit, circling it 4 or 5 times, then back down, circling her ass 4 or 5 times, then back.

As her son orally pleasured her, Kim melted. She lowered every social guard she had up, and her basic, raw being flowed from her mouth into the space between them. If anyone who knew this loving wife and mother of two had heard this in polite society, they would have been shocked.

"I love it, Cole. I love feeling your soft tongue eating me out. I love your mouth and lips on my soft, tender pussy like this. Eat mommy's cum, son. Do you like how my creamy, fertile juices taste? Oh, fuck, Cole. Kiss my achy clit again. Lick her. Can you feel how open and wet Mommy's drippy cunt is for you right now? Can't you just wait to fill me up again with your sperm? I'm yours, son. You can have me anyway you want. Anytime. Anyhow."

Her eyes were softly closed as her sexuality dripped from her body into her son's mouth.

Kim cooed her appreciation, piercing the air of the empty house as her son's mouth and tongue rolled her orgasm through her for the next minute or so. Cole stopped on her clit, sucking it into his mouth, pulling and pushing it into her orgasm. Kim's voice stopped instantly, the nerves arresting any controlled function outside of her brain stem, and her vision narrowed. With no air coming in or going out, she was riding the highest of endorphin highs as her son racked her body.

She didn't pass out, but nearly so. When she finally got a small break between seemingly unending vaginal contractions, her hands gripped his head, pushing him violently back and out. Her thighs slammed shut, and she rolled into a fetal position on her left side, her head facing the bay windows out.

It was deathly quiet, still. Kim lay quivering as Cole stroked his mother's ass, smiling at her as she rode out her cum.

"Fuck, Cole. Where did you learn how to do that?" Her voice was a lusty whisper.

"You just taught me."

Kim smiled into the blanket below her face. "Oh, fucking hell, Cole. So good for Mommy."

"Do you need to rest, Mom?" His voice was genuinely concerned.

"Oh, no, you don't, Cole. We're just getting started." She unfolded her arms and rolled slightly to her right, putting her chest on display. "Come here." Cole lowered his head, and her hands gently folded into his hair on both sides. Kim had her first orgasm, but she was aware that Cole had not, and he was certainly still amped up.

"Do you want to kiss Mommy again?" The question was absurd. She was pulling him to her face as her dark red lips opened up, and they kissed deeply, as lovers do. Her cum had coated his mouth and face, and the smell that preceded the kiss made her nostrils flare almost as much as her red lips entwined with his put him in overdrive.

She didn't just kiss him. She was priming his sexual pump. Her kisses were soft, then hard, then wet and tender, then biting his tongue. She stopped and held his head still in front of her. "I want you to kiss me here, Cole." She lowered his head to her left breast. The strawberry nipples were twice their normal size and hard. Cole's mouth opened to let his tongue greet it first, then surrounded it with the heat of his open mouth.

Kim hissed her approval. "Ohhhhh.... yesssssssss... Cole..." She squirmed on the couch as he worshipped both breasts with his greedy lips and tongue. Kim lathered in the feeling. He was so good. So good to her. So good for her. Her left hand slipped off his shoulder and down to his torso, where his cock was straining for a release from the athletic garment he still wore.

"Up, Cole. Change seats with me."

Kim stood with Cole, and they rotated their bodies 180 degrees. She pushed him gently into the mattress. "Mommy wants a taste now, son. Do you mind?" She smiled at him, leaning in on her knees now, her hands sliding up his thighs and onto his abdomen.

"I love what you're keeping here for me, Cole. I love you, and I want you to know I love the fact that you have, in all likelihood, impregnated me. So much delicious cum in here for mommy. So much of your manly sperm in here for my womb." Her head was lying on his right thigh, staring at his covered cock beneath the material, while her right hand played gently over the stretch fabric above it. "I have always loved you, son. But now, I'm pretty sure I love you differently, like a man. Is that o. k.?"

She cocked her head up and gazed at her son. "Mom, I didn't think I could love you any more than I already did, but now I know I can. It's absolutely o. k. with me." His right hand set atop her head and slid down into her raven hair, stroking her back. They sat like that for a few moments, reflecting.

What had started out innocently enough had now bonded them in a much different way. Neither was in a hurry. Neither was afraid of the truth. Both knew that this was right for them, and both loved discovering more about each other.

After a few minutes, Kim was ready to re-engage her sexuality with her son. Her pussy was still swollen, aching again, and her body had recreated the heat from the smell of her son's testosterone so close to her mouth for the past few minutes. She knew he wanted her. Knew he needed her near. She wanted to give him this again.

"Mmmm, baby boy. Mommy wants a taste, okay?" She looked up again. Cole was smiling.

"Oh, wait, Cole. Hang on."

"Mom?" Cole was disappointed to see her stand, but watched with hunger as her naked form glided down the hallway into the bathroom. 1 minute later, she was back at the couch, kneeling in front of him. "Pretty sure I can do this without a mirror." Cole's cock was already aching, but it tripled when he saw her pull out the lipstick and straighten her back. He leaned forward, but she pushed him back. "Sit, Cole. Stay." She smiled at the reference to her little puppy boy.

Grasping both sides of his jockstrap, she spoke again. "Lift up." Cole flexed his back muscles to give her enough space to unroll the fabric down his thighs as he sat back, off his legs. It fell to the side on the floor.

"You do like watching this, right?" She spoke to him in a whisper as she produced the tube and made the tall wax cylinder appear right in front of him. Her left hand surrounded his engaged cock as her right hand brought the tip to her lips. With the skill of a movie star, she expertly coated both the bottom and top lip with a fresh coat of the testosterone-driving wax, smearing each lip over the other when she was through. "How do I look, son?" She was staring into his eyes. His eyes were as wide as plates, and his cock throbbed its appreciation before he could speak it.

He whispered to her. "Amazing."

"You're going to like this, Cole. Yesterday, I would have told you that Nancy could share this with you, but now, I want you to watch me." She reached over and found his jockstrap. It was cold and wet, but she moved it to her mouth, opened the inner cup so it pointed out, and gently began kissing it, leaving red kissy lip marks along the inside. She hummed her lust as she stuffed the very base of it into her mouth and sucked the juices out.

"So yummy, Cole." She smiled at him.

Setting it back on the floor, she pushed his left leg open, and reclining, her son lifted it onto the couch's support as she did before, opening up his crotch, exposing his ample balls, heavy with their expectation of his mother's oral ministrations.

Kim lowered her mouth to her son's right testicle. "Mommy loves how you taste right here, Cole." She opened her mouth, gently inhaling his sac, and swirled her tongue around it inside her mouth. It was Cole's turn to grunt and groan with each tongue lap, and Kim could taste the salty musk once again coating her tongue. It was so good. So good. She opened her mouth so the air could let it rise up to her brain stem above her soft palate, and she could let his male pheromones saturate her senses. Lowering her mouth again, she licked each tender space between his ball sac and his thighs, gently cleaning him, gently stroking him with her left hand, now unable to touch her fingers around its growing thickness.

"Mommy loves this, Cole. So manly. So much cum in here for my precious egg and my aching womb. I love that you have such heavy, heavy balls for me, and I absolutely love how full they are."

Cole was squirming in his seat. She leaned slightly to the right, cocked her head to the left, switched hands on his cock, and proceeded over the base of his shaft to his right side testicles and thigh, all the while talking and telling him how much she enjoyed his male, sexual cock.

For Cole, it was half erotic, half sensory overload, and fully insane. In between kisses over his scrotum, Kim noticed her right hand was getting slippery. Looking up, she could see the generous flow of her son's precum at the tip, gently spreading out and mixing where her thumb met his cock in its grip.

"Cole, honey. Open your eyes." Cole's head was back, but he moved it forward, opening his eyes, and stared down into his mother's face. Her lipstick was only slightly smeared, if at all. Her right hand softly gripped his shaft. Every vein was apparent on it, and his cockhead was a deep reddish purple. She was smiling up at him.

"Cole. Watch me now. I want you to watch me."

Cole stared in awe as his mother's pink tongue framed by those luscious red lips licked from the base of his balls to the base of his cock to the tip and stopped. She retracted her tongue, smiled again, and slipped her glowing red lips over his cock head, surrounding it with a warm wetness he couldn't describe if he had to. His balls instantly constricted and pulled up to his groin. Kim noticed, so she backed off, releasing him to the cold air.

"uh not... not so fast, young man." She was squeezing the base of his cock hard, kissing the shaft, calming him down.

"Cole. Calm yourself. Watch me now." Cole felt the urgency recede, and as it did, his mother's mouth again slipped over the knob and slathered his shaft with her tongue. More amazing than anything, he watched her make love to his cock as the urgency slipped into unending pleasure.

For the next several minutes, Kim licked and sucked and played with her son's cock while he bathed in her beauty and form. Her hands pushed his six-pack abs down when he thrust up, expertly edging him back and forth as only an experienced sexual mother could. She was learning from her son. Learning what he liked. Learning what she liked about him, and the list was unending.

"Cole. Up. Follow me." Cole felt her mouth leave, and though he reached for her head to continue, he had to follow her.

"I like how deep you were earlier today, Cole." Kim spoke, leading him around the back of the couch. "But the kitchen is not the place." She ended with her butt pressed into the back of the couch, her son standing in front of her. "Before we continue, I want one more taste, okay? Stand here."

Cole stood facing the couch, facing the bay windows, as his mother walked around the front of the couch. She climbed onto the couch but lay her back on the backrest in front of her son and, leaning back, lowered her head to his grip.

"You're a bit too hard right now, so I can't take you all the way if I'm in front of you, Cole, so this will have to work." As she spoke, she reached her left hand behind her son, grabbing his ass as her right hand directed his dripping cock to her mouth. When they connected, she lowered her neck further, now deeply curved over the couch's back with her head in line with her son's cock. She moved her right hand to his other ass cheek and began pulling him into her.

Cole got the message.

Before he could get in too far, she spoke up. "Gently, Cole, o. k. You're very big, but I want you to use me like this." She closed her mouth around his tip, relaxed her throat, and watched as Cole's hands gripped her waist just below her jutting breasts and began pushing his cock into her open mouth. Gently in, then gently out, repeating with a little more depth each time until his cockhead encountered the back of her throat.

Kim coughed, and her son began to back out, but her hands squeezed his ass, pulling him forward, and when he moved into her, she swallowed. Her son's impossibly thick cock slipped gently down her throat, and Cole gasped for air.

"Holy fucking shit, Mom. Fuck, you are so fucking sexy. I love how you can take me like this." He pressed into her mouth, but there was no further to go. She swallowed gently, letting him feel her mouth and throat muscles massage his entire length. Looking down her form, Cole saw her legs splayed widely apart, pushing her back into him. He thought to himself how supple her form was, how unbelievably sexual she looked in this moment.

Kim tapped his ass, and he slowly withdrew. When she could, she took in huge gulps of air, replenishing her body's need for oxygen. It only took a moment, and then she spoke more.

"Again, Cole. Use me." Cole pushed forward, and this time, he easily slipped down her throat, rooting his cock at her face. He thought about how tightly her nose was pressed against his balls and how much she must love how this felt. His cock was beginning to lose any pliability and was starting to thicken towards his own orgasm. He felt his balls contract again, pulling up. This was excruciatingly sexual.

Kim noticed it as well, and he retreated from her deep oral satisfaction. He stood there, motionless, as his mother spun over the couch, landing on her feet in front of him, and spreading them wide, gripped the couch's back.

"In me. Now."

Cole wasted no time. His cock was coated with her oral lubrication, and when his cockhead touched her gaping hole, he easily pressed in halfway or more, her tightness stopping any further advance.

"Fuck. Shit. Cole. You are SO FUCKING BIG. SO FUCKING THICK FOR ME, COLE. FUCK ME. JUST FUCK ME. NOW." Adjusting her stance, she pushed her chest off the couch back to lower it and give her son better access to the flowering depths.

Cole backed up, nearly out, gripped her hips tightly on either side, and pressed in again. Kim's mouth gaped open in the empty room as her son drove slowly into her vagina, the heat of his cock pressing her cuntal walls open, stretching them wide, sealing his shaft deeply within her. Kim wanted to scream again, but nothing would come out. He was that good. This was that good.

With his balls pressing onto her clit again, buried deep inside his mother's cunt, Cole let his right hand wander over her ass cheek and used his thumb to gently swirl circles around his mother's twinkling, pulsing asshole. Kim's eyes flew open wide, and she rocked her satisfaction into her son's thrusting meat time and time again.

One minute became twenty as mother and son mated there, in the living room, watching the yard and driveway through the expansive bay windows of their home. Kim's legs were dripping wet with her own flowing juices, significantly aided by her son's precum, and Cole's balls were soaked as well. Closely pulled into his scrotum, he was nearing the end.

In the driveway. Cole noticed it first. Chloe's car. He pumped deeply again into his mother. "Shit. Mom. Chloe." Before they could move, the car had stopped, and both occupants were exiting. The glare of the afternoon sun had obscured their view of the vehicle approaching, and they were only able to see it after they had parked on the concrete pad in front. Cole panicked. He froze, and in less than a second, Chloe's hand was on the door, threatening to open it.

Kim remembered that Cole had locked it, and judging by Chloe's hands trying to shade the sun and see it, she realized she couldn't. She did a quick inventory in her head of the other entrance doors to the house. All were locked, as was their habit, and only the car in the garage had the opener. For the moment, the entire house was locked.

Kim grinned an evil grin. "Don't stop, Cole. Not now. I want you to cum in me first."

"WHAT? You're kidding, right?" Cole was deep inside her, fully erect, but this was a real stress point.

"They can't see in, Cole, and the entire house is locked."

The scenario was scorching her mind. Her sitting at the table in her shorts, dripping her son's cum as her husband walked in. "You have a few moments to finish if you can, sweetie, and quite frankly, mommy wants your cum, and she wants it right now." She pushed back into Cole as she felt him start up again.

Kim's eyes went back to the bay window. Both Chloe and her husband had their hands up over their faces, trying to peer in. Chloe left, presumably to get her phone and call, so she knew a text or call was coming.

For Kim, this was the height of her taboo. So nasty and erotic. Her son was about to push yet another load of sweet, salty cum into her and she was staring at her husband just a few feet away as he searched to see inside their house.

"Do it, Cole. Daddy can't see you fucking Mommy, son. Fill Mommy's cunt with your sperm, baby. Fill me up like he can never do. Breed me better than he can, right here and now. Give mommy all of your hot, delicious seed so I can give us our baby, Cole." Her voice was loud enough to fill the room, but not so loud that anyone outside could hear.

The nasty talk made Cole's cock thicken completely, and the additional thickness pushed them both over the edge. Her son began a deep, pistoning fuck of her pussy. It was unrelenting and exactly what they both needed after such a long buildup.

Kim's vaginal walls rolled her orgasm as they locked down, once again sealing him in tightly, oozing her cream around him, and Cole grunted as each deep contraction of his scrotum drove his sperm into his mother yet again, basting her cervix in the hot musk from his balls. It felt endless, and Cole's ejaculation caught his breath, turning his head to the right.

Down the hallway.

Where Chloe had appeared at the back, side door and put her hands up to shield the light and now she most definitely COULD see in.

What she saw was Cole's ass pumping his mother's pussy full of his cum. She saw each muscle of his arms contract to pull her mother's sodden pussy into him as his glutes flexed and strained to pump their combined sex together. She saw the slight sweat he had, and when he backed out, she saw the considerable tool he was administering to their mother.

Cole froze, but his eyes locked onto her in his orgasm face. He was emptying his sperm into her as his sister watched, only a few feet away.

"Shit."

Kim knew something wasn't right. "What?"

Cole tried to keep her bent over there, but it all happened so fast. Kim backed up slightly with her son's erection still fully embedded deep within her, and peering past him, locked eyes with her daughter.

Busted.

Chloe had a front-row seat to this moment. There was no mistaking anything, and it all occurred in 3D, color-saturated, cinematic glory. She was literally less than 10' away from them, staring through the window.

Chloe's lips turned up in a slight smirk, then an open grin, and she pointed at the door handle below her, just inside.

Cole threw the towel on the couch over his dripping manhood as his mother jumped over the couch and buried herself inside the blankets. Her plan--feign a "little sick" so her husband would be none the wiser, but Chloe? Fuck. What to do NOW?

As Cole unlocked the door, Chloe stepped in. "Well, not-so-little brother, what's going on?" Her right hand descended to the obvious erection underneath the towel, far from fading yet, softly gripping it as Cole retreated. "Seems as though our timing is off today, hmmm?"

With a slight squeeze of his manhood, she passed the couch. "Hi, Mom."

"Hi, Chloe." Kim wanted to slink down and away into another world. Here she was, straining to put Cole's gross, sweaty T-shirt on under the blanket on the couch, no panties, no shorts, nothing. Just her strappy shoes and a T-shirt. She squeezed her thighs closely together..

"Um, Mom, I'm going to go let Dad in. Cole. Shower. Now. No need to make this any more obvious than it already is. Mom, do not move--I'm coming back to sit with you. Let's get Dad settled in before we have our little talk, okay?

"Thanks, sweetie." Kim's words were meek. Resigned. She stretched out under the blanket and kept her thighs closely squeezed together. This was an eruption waiting to happen if she even attempted to stand up. A small river was threatening to break loose, and this was decidedly NOT the place for it. If she wasn't already pregnant, her womb was going to soak in her son's cum for however long this took.

Cole exited the room, sheepishly, heading for the shower as Chloe opened the front door and turned away.

"Hi, honey!" Her husband was genuinely excited to see her. "Oh, no... Are you feeling okay? You look flushed. Are you running a fever?"

"Yeah, she is, Dad. She wasn't feeling well when I left, so I asked her to take a little nap. She said no, but it looks like the couch won." Chloe followed behind him, and lifting the blanket at her feet, slid herself under, expertly covering her mother's stiletto-clad feet and legs in the process.

"I'm very sorry, Hon. I just need to rest a bit, o. k.?" Kim was going with whatever lead Chloe gave her. Anything to keep from standing up.

"Very sorry to do this to you, Babe, but I have to finish the Morris account paperwork. You rest up. I'll be upstairs in the office for a bit." With that, he headed up the steps, briefcase in hand, and mother and daughter heard the upstairs door close.

"So, mother. What shall we talk about?" Chloe was holding the jockstrap from the floor, her hands idly flipping and stretching the material, her lipstick clearly visible.