Mature Addiction

In contrast to my previous incest story, I've tried to take a lighter, not so serious approach with this one, even though sex addiction is not a joke. I hope you enjoy the story. All characters taking part in any sexual activity are over 18.

***

"God damn, you're so fucking deep. Don't stop. Fuck me," Brenda moaned as her young lover Jaxen pounded her mature, eager and dripping wet pussy in a motel, as if there was no tomorrow.

She was on all fours in the middle of the bed, completely naked. Her heavy breasts swayed in the rhythm of Jaxen's thrusts and every time he pushed his cock into her, the tip hit the cervix, making her cry out in pleasure.

"Pull my hair. Fuck me like the cougar slut that I am," she screamed, to her own surprise. Never had she known there was this kind of sexual beast inside her, and she enjoyed every moment.

"I love your cunt," Jaxen praised her, enjoying the sight of Brenda's labia conforming around his hard shaft, following the cock's movement. She had what could be called a fat pussy; large, protruding labia and a hairy fat mound that flowed with love nectars. She was so wet that the friction was almost non-existent and made it possible for Jaxen to fuck her relentlessly.

He wetted his thumb in his mouth and started to marry it up with her dark rosebud that contracted, adapting as Jaxen drove his cock inside her again and again. As he touched her anus, the tight looking cavity relaxed, and it was easy for him to insert the finger.

"Oh, my fucking god... I'm so full. Finger my ass, just like that." She rammed her ass against Jaxen to get him deeper, then she orgasmed once more.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... I'm cumming again." This time, the orgasm was so strong that her legs gave in. She fell on the bed, trembling. Jaxen's cock popped out from her pussy with a loud squelch. He moved beside her, stroking his glistening organ furiously.

Brenda rolled onto her back, squeezing her big but soft tits together, sticking her tongue out. "Give me that warm, sticky cum... give me," she demanded, jiggling her breasts.

Jaxen whipped his dick faster and faster for a long time before the familiar feeling of approaching relief gripped his balls and several ropes of cum flew to Brenda's tits and face. Using her tongue and fingers, she scooped the seed into her mouth.

"My god, your sperm tastes good," she sighed.

"Thank you. It's my diet. I eat a lot of pineapple." Jaxen breathed heavily when the two sex craving individuals took a break.

This was their first meeting. Brenda, the recently divorced mother of two, had been living without sex for a long time and when she finally plucked up the courage to join a sex dating site, she had met with Jaxen.

Jaxen was younger than her own children, who were already in their thirties. But the way this gorgeous stud had wooed her, telling her how beautiful she was and how much he wanted her, had made her want to try sex with him.

She didn't regret it. Sex with Jaxen was something she had never experienced before, and she knew she didn't want this to be the first and last time.

"Could we do this again next weekend... If you are in the city?"

"Sure. That sounds good, although I haven't confirmed my work schedule yet," Jaxen answered vaguely, feeling Brenda's fingers wrapping around his shaft again.

They spent the next night and the following morning satisfying their sexual needs, fucking, sucking and licking, before parting their ways, but they didn't have sex the next weekend.

***

The next Friday, Jaxen parked his car in his parents' driveway, just in time for their small family BBQ. It was a cherished summer tradition.

If it were up to Jaxen, he would have met with Brenda, but this was something he couldn't slip away from anymore, even though he had been trying to come up with excuses all week. His father loved to barbecue, and it had been nearly two months since Jaxen's last visit, making this gathering particularly important.

As he walked to the back yard with his wife and her teenage kids, Jaxen cursed silently, "Oh, fuck. It's a small world."

He saw her sitting next to his mother, Vivienne, who had mentioned their new neighbor was joining, but he couldn't believe she was the same Brenda whose ass he probed with his thumb a week ago.

The previous weekend, Jaxen had told his wife he would be on a work trip. Instead, he had reserved a motel room on another side of the city to indulge his addiction to older women. This week, he had told Brenda he was in another city, working.

Jaxen was a mature addict. Impenitent cheater, who had destroyed his first marriage because he couldn't resist older women, who were eager to enjoy his 29-year-old hard cock, with which he gave them the love and attention they graved.

His mother knew about his urge and had tried to help him during the years. She offered to pay for therapy, but Jaxen had always convinced her that he could stop.

As they went to greet his father, Roger, he saw how Brenda looked at him. She explained something in an agitated manner to his mother, who was trying to calm her down. Jaxen didn't hear what she was saying, but it wasn't hard to guess; he had lied about his relationship status when she asked about it before their lustful weekend, so Brenda probably wanted to turn the BBQ party into a family dispute.

Vivienne rose, walking fast towards the house, gesturing him to follow.

"Mom wants to talk. I'll be right back," Jaxen said to his wife, Lily, when his mother hurried past them.

"Okay, we ain't going anywhere." Lily continued chatting with Roger. She was a mature woman herself, compared to Jaxen, and oblivious to her husband's needs. Her two kids had found company in Jaxen's sister's children, who came to spend a sunny day with their grandparents.

He avoided Brenda's gaze as he followed his mother into the house. Vivienne slammed the door shut. "Why? You said you had stopped."

Jaxen lifted a finger to his lips, glancing outside. She took a deep breath and lowered her voice. "Explain this to me, Jaxen. Please. You promised to stop and fix your relationship with Lily," she said.

"I'm sorry, Mom... but there isn't anything to fix. She just doesn't want sex often enough, and the little we have has changed into... I don't know... boring."

Vivienne sighed in exasperation. "Brenda was just telling me she thinks she's in love and that she had the best sex ever last weekend. Imagine my surprise when the young stud she couldn't see this weekend because he was 'working in another city'--and yes, I'm making air quotes as I say that--walked into my backyard with his wife."

All Jaxen heard was the word, the best. "Really? The best? Ever? Wow." He smiled, being proud of his performance. He had worked her properly during the weekend, so she should be satisfied.

"Jaxen." His mother slapped his arm. "This is serious. She's going to tell Lily. Do you understand?" She crossed her arms. "If you're not happy with your sex life with your wife, you need to leave her. Don't do the same mistake you did before," Vivienne said, referring to his first marriage.

"But I love her in my way." Jaxen argued. "She's a good wife and our relationship is doing well... not counting the sex, of course."

Vivienne pressed her hands to her face and sighed. "It doesn't work like that, Jaxen." She looked at her son, knowing very well why he acted the way he did, and continued. "... believe me, I know."

She thought about the right course of action for a second. "I'll give you one more chance. On Monday we will go to SAA meeting." When she saw Jaxen is about to protest, Vivienne raised her hand. "No buts. This isn't negotiable. If you don't agree, I'll let Brenda tell your wife right now."

Jaxen was calm. "I was just going to ask what SAA is?"

"Oh. It's sex addicts anonymous," his mother answered.

***

On Monday, Vivienne picked her son up, and they headed for the meeting. As an excuse to his wife, Jaxen had told Lily that he needed to help his mother to organize her extensive collection of antique thimbles before the appraisal.

Usually Jaxen was a good liar, but this time, as soon as he had said it, he knew how absurd it had sounded. Vivienne had an antique collection, but... well, it didn't matter since Lily hadn't really paid any attention to what her husband had said.

"You don't need to share on your first time. Just listen and try to reflect on what you hear in relation to your own addiction. You could learn something." His mother said when they arrived at the community center.

Jaxen wasn't keen to take part and was doubtful if he even wanted help, but his mother had left him a little choice. The bleak looking community hall, where the meeting was held, seemed like an appropriate venue for the gloomy but motley-looking crowd gathered to drink instant coffee from Styrofoam cups.

There were several folding chairs arranged in a loose circle. "See?" Vivien said. Her voice sounded a bit too bright as she nudged Jaxen forward. "Just like the knitting circle, only... less yarn."

Jaxen swallowed and his mouth felt suddenly dry. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, feeling the fabric stick to his neck. His gaze swept around, darting from a man with a surprisingly well-groomed beard intently studying his shoes, to a woman with kind eyes and a stack of pamphlets, to a younger guy furiously texting under the table.

The unspoken deeds of lust weight in the air as Jaxen's own shame curl tighter in his gut. "Mom," he hissed, leaning close to her ear, "are you sure about this? It smells like... regret in here."

Vivien chuckled, and that seemed entirely too robust for this depressed environment. She patted his arm. "Oh, darling, every community hall smells like regret at some point. It's a character. Now, come on, let's grab a seat."

She led him towards two empty chairs, her steps proud, as if she were entering a particularly interesting antique shop rather than a room full of people grappling with their demons.

Jaxen shuffled behind her, acutely aware of every creak of the floorboards under his sneakers. He felt like an alien in a business suit, utterly out of place.

"Good evening," an older woman with a gentle smile greeted them as they sat down. She had a name tag that read "Lolita--Group Facilitator." Jaxen coughed as he read the name, but Lolita didn't notice the irony. "Welcome. New faces are always welcome here."

"Thank you! I'm Vivien, and this is my son, Jaxen. He's... exploring options." She winked at Brenda, then nudged Jaxen. "Say hello, dear."

Jaxen managed a strangled "Hi." A blush crept up his cheeks, and he sank lower into his chair, wishing he could somehow blend into the beige wall behind him.

The thought of Vivien, his mother, sitting here, completely at ease, made the whole situation ten times more mortifying. Was this just another Monday night activity for her, like grocery shopping or calling the cable company?

He caught her eye, and she gave him a reassuring smile. It was a smile that said, we'll get through this together, trust me. Jaxen just sighed, a long, quiet expulsion of air, and tried to focus on the pattern of the linoleum floor.

He listened to the others share their stories and problems, but his thoughts ran elsewhere, mostly to the next possible opportunity to taste an experienced pussy. But when Lolita asked if anyone else wanted to share, Jaxen startled, as his mother raised her hand, asking for a turn to speak.

"Vivienne, please," Lolita said, her smile utterly unlike the perverse image the novel had burned into Jaxen's mind. He'd read that book, after all, and this was... different. He tried to stop his mother, thinking she would talk about him, but Vivienne ignored him and walked to the front.

"Hello everybody. I'm Vivienne. I'm a sex addict."

What the fuck? These were the only words occupying his mind as he heard what his mother said. Before, Jaxen hadn't paid much attention to what people had waffled, but now he leaned forward in his chair.

"I came here first time almost ten years ago." Vivienne raised her hand, showing a golden chip. "The inscription reads; from shame to grace." She let the words sink before continuing.

"Like I said, my first meeting was ten years ago, but the chip marks my eight years without extramarital sex." Everyone clapped their hands, including Jaxen. It must have been some type of primal, automatic response to the sound, he thought, as he noticed he was clapping along with others.

"I have walked the line you are balancing right now..." Vivienne went on talking about her past her son knew nothing about. She talked about the relapses she had faced when she started the program. Her words showed faith for the others, but Jaxen knew his mother's words were directed to him first. When Vivienne finished, Lolita thanked her, and she returned to her seat.

"Mom, why haven't you said anything before?"

"This is not something you share with your son," she said, taking his hand in support. They listened to two other speakers before they left. Vivienne drove to a cafe near Jaxen's home.

"Let's take a cup of coffee. We have a lot to talk about," she said, parking the car.

When the waiter brought their coffee, she sighed. "I didn't want to tell you this before, since it's something even Roger isn't fully aware of... I mean, the extent of it." Vivienne tasted her coffee and added sugar. "This tastes worse than the motor oil they served in the community hall, and that stuff was for --".

"Please, Mom." Jaxen stopped her babbling.

"Right. Okay. I meant to say I once was like you. I acted the same way," she began. "You know that when I met your father, I was young, only eighteen." Jaxen nodded. He had heard the story before.

"We married soon after we met and your sister was born only a year after that." Jaxen had an elder sister, who was born ten years before him. He had been a surprise addition to their family, and Vivienne had been almost thirty when Jaxen was born.

"When I married your father, I was inexperienced with men and sex, but I grew to love both. Roger never was a great lover, and because he's so much older, I felt... well unsatisfied. So, I started cheating. I never got caught, but it took a toll on our marriage, but I just couldn't stop. I saw it as my right to enjoy with others, since Roger wasn't giving me what I needed."

"Just like me," Jaxen interrupted. "I love older women and since Lily isn't giving me what I need, I think I have the right to enjoy--"

Before he managed to make more excuses, Vivienne stopped him. "It's still not right. We had children and responsibility to her and times were different. You don't have kids. Lily's children have a father, and you don't have any responsibilities to them. Stop making excuses."

Jaxen's enthusiasm waned. "Then how did you manage to stop, eventually?"

"It took years. After you were born, I had a time when I didn't indulge my needs, other than by myself, but eventually it started again. It wasn't until I was caught in bed with another man by my own mother, who came for a surprise visit, that I finally agreed to go to the first meeting and talk about things."

"Then you just stopped? Like that?" Jaxen said, disappointed. "I've tried, Mom, many times, but then I find myself searching for women again."

"I know. I went through all that myself. You just need to find a way to release that sexual energy and if Lily can't do it for you, you need to do it yourself."

"Don't you think I've tried the jerking off daily routine already?"

Vivienne smirked. "I will support you. If and when you feel like contacting someone, you call me and we talk. I will be your sponsor."

"Did you have a sponsor?"

"Yes, it was one older lady from the group and she supported me during the first years."

"How did you relieve the need, then?"

"I masturbated a lot. I still do. I play with those fake dicks on a daily basis. In fact," Vivienne leaned closer, a conspiratorial glint in her eye, "I'm what they call a dildo aficionado." Jaxen almost choked on his coffee, sputtering liquid onto the table. He went from pale to the color of a ripe tomato in seconds, the image of his mother cavorting with rubber cocks burning in his mind.

Vivienne saw his embarrassment and merely raised an eyebrow, clearly unbothered. "It's nothing to be ashamed about. The need is never going to go away completely. You need to find a way to release that energy and masturbating is a safe choice and won't hurt others."

She tasted the coffee again. "I can't drink this."

Jaxen changed his position. Suddenly, it wasn't easy for him to be so open about these things.

"So from now on... anytime, anywhere, no matter what time it is, you give a message or call me if you feel the urge and we talk."

"I guess I don't have a choice?"

"No. This is it Jaxen. If you want to save your marriage, you need to do as I say."

***

Couple of weeks later Vivienne had just parked her car in the garage and was getting out as her phone beeped. A WhatsApp message from Brenda. Vivienne read the message; You should look at this. Your son is at it again. She had pasted a link, which led to an adult dating site and into a young man's profile. When she saw the profile picture, she sat back in the car and closed the door.

The picture didn't lie; it was her son. Title announced; 29-year-old man looking for mature women aged 50 to 65. She skimmed through his profile and clicked more pictures tab. Her heart jumped. In one image, Jaxen was naked and his hard cock showed through a mirror.

"Oh my god," she gasped out loud, pressing her hand to her mouth. Her body's reply was involuntary and she couldn't stop it. The image of his son's stiff, beautiful penis stirred up reactions in her body she never thought would control her again.

Moistness invaded her pussy and without thinking it, she pressed her hand to her crotch, sighing quietly. What's happening Vivienne? She asked herself.

She would need to call Jaxen and ask him what this was all about, but before that, she needed to use her favorite dildo. Roger wasn't home, so she ran upstairs, closed the door and unlocked her nightstand drawer, which contained an enormous collection of unique shape and size fake organs.

She lowered her trousers and spread her legs, thrusting the veined plastic cock into her pussy. It slid in easily. She had always been a true super-soaker. When Sir Wigglebottom, as she called this particular dildo, hit her cervix, she cried out loud. Her mind was flooded with memories of all those young and older men that had filled her pussy so nicely all those years ago.

She tried to think back to a particular young man named Wally, who she had an affair with when she was 28. The young man had only been 18 at the time, but the cock he had, and how he had used it, was something she would never forget, no matter how many SAA meetings she would go through.

Still, she noticed that in her mind's eye it wasn't Wally sweating above her, but Jaxen and the gorgeous piece of meat she had just seen was filling her mature cunt. No matter how hard she tried to fight against the mental image, she couldn't stop it and before long, she came.

As the intense orgasm washed over her, she kept repeating her son's name. "Fill mommy's pussy with that cock, Jaxen." The orgasm she experienced was strong and small squirts of liquid spurted out of her cunt, wetting the sheets.

"Fuck. Fuck. Now I need to wash these again," she cursed when the orgasm passed. She stayed on her back, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what was happening, and decided she needed to confront Jaxen about his profile. She was supposed to help him, not fantasize about him.

Vivienne picked up her phone without even pulling on her pants. "Hi, Mom." Jaxen answered without a care in his voice. "I just left work."

She cut to the chase. "I saw you profile, Jaxen."

He went quiet, knowing he had only a few seconds to come up with an explanation. "What profile?" he asked, playing time.

"Don't Jaxen. You were supposed to call when you get the urge." Without even realizing it, she kept fingering her pussy as they spoke.

Vivienne could almost hear him thinking, before a submissive voice from the other end answered. "Its been only two weeks, Mom, and I already grave it so much. I've been doing as you told me, but it won't help."

Vivienne understood he was referring to masturbating. The thought forced her to swallow hard. Image of her son beating that beautiful piece of meat invaded her mind again. She felt she was losing control.

Trying to shake the images from her mind, she asked. "What about Lilly? Can't she help you at all?"

"Mom, she's of no use. I'm not having orgasms with her. I've had to fake them to stop the sex, because she can't take the pounding anymore."

Vivienne swallowed her sigh. Brenda had revealed to her how Jaxen had fucked her relentlessly. Pulling her hair, making her orgasm again and again. It had sounded just what she used to enjoy with her lovers.

She scooped the remnants of her self-control back together and tried to sound serious. "Don't lie to me, Jaxen. A man can't fake an orgasm."

"Oh, you think so? Well, I have found a way, believe it or not."

"Then you just need to masturbate more often. You can't keep going back to that site." She sounded almost angry.

"Okay, if that's what you want. I'll do it right now." Vivienne heard how the tires screeched as he pulled to the side of the road. "Fuck this. My hands are blistered already," he mumbled as he opened the seatbelt and pulled his cock out.

"You happy now, Mom? I've got my cock in my hand and I'm stroking."

"Just calm down and try to get that pressure released. You sound agitated, and that's not a good thing."

A long silence followed, and then a quiet sigh. He is doing it, Vivienne thought. "Good, Jaxen. Just like that. Think of some pleasant woman and get your relief." She tried to be supportive, but found it hard to come up with proper words that would fit this bizarre situation.

He moaned softly, and she heard the rhythmical soft thumping as her son stroked his cock. Again she noticed herself fingering her pussy, and she was leaking like a broken faucet.

"God damn, I need to fuck someone properly," Jaxen mumbled, but kept going.

"Yeah? Think about some mature pussy that's completely wet for you and you're fucking it, baby." Vivienne answered without thinking. She was sliding to the edge of the abyss.

"Oh, yeah... yes... I need that pussy, Mom. I need to sink my cock into it." His pace was quickening. So did Vivienne's fingers. She reached for the dildo again and pushed it inside. She moaned out loud.

"What did you say, Mom?" Jaxen panted.

"Nothing, just keep going," she answered, trying to control her moaning. The image of her son's cock filling her cunt was as clear as a crisp winter morning. For a few minutes they just panted into their phones; Jaxen beating his meat and Vivienne stuffing her pussy with Sir. Wigglebottom.

"Oh, fuck, Mom. I'm cumming," Jaxen sighed in his phone, as a huge load of cum stained his shirt.

"Yes, yes..." Vivienne moaned. "Give mommy your seed." Her pussy exploded into another orgasm, shaking her body. Juices spurted out of her and the phone slipped from her hand. She pressed her cunt with both hands, biting her lip.

Jaxen's voice brought her back to the world of the living. "Mom? Mom? Are you still there?"

She reached onto the floor and picked up her phone. "Yes, baby. I'm here."

"Are you okay? What happened?"

"Oh, nothing. I dropped my phone while trying to juggle with three bags of groceries. I went to the supermarket."

"You were unloading groceries while I was jerking off in a parking lot?"

"What else? What was a supposed to do?"

Jaxen was quiet for a second. "I don't know... I thought you... never mind."

Trying to change the subject, she asked. "You feeling better, baby?"

"I guess so. I don't know. It's not the same thing as... you know."

"I know, baby, but you need to practise control and this is the way to go. Give me a call the next time you feel the urge and remove that damn profile so my neighbor won't ask me about it again."

"Okay, Mom. Talk to you later."

Vivienne laid her phone on the night stand and looked around. The sheets were completely soaked. Her pants were still around her ankles and her pussy pulsated after the intense orgasm. She stood up and went to shower. Roger would be home soon.

***

Wednesday Vivienne picked Jaxen up, and they headed for the community hall. Lolita greeted them as they stepped among the other sex graved souls.

This time Jaxen could relate to them much better. The same bearded guy staring at his shoes no longer seemed as pained as Jaxen felt right now. In fact, he looked relaxed, whereas he felt ready to explode.

"Maybe you should share something this time?" His mother suggested.

Jaxen looked at her, dumbfounded. "Like what? That this isn't life anymore. That it's pure suffering... no, that in fact I feel like I'm being tortured. My balls are aching and my cock is constantly hard. I have permanent headaches because of all the blood loss in my brain, and taking aspirin just makes the erections stronger."

"Every woman looks like a walking pussy, even Lolita, over there," he said, pointing at the old lady. "... and she's close to her eighties."

Lolita saw Jaxen's gesture at her and returned a warm smile.

"You're exaggerating, Jaxen." His mother tried to calm him down.

"I wish I was and don't tell me you've been through this... you don't need to use loose cotton pants from morning to night to hide your hard on, cause you'll never know when the damn thing gets inflated.

"Okay, okay... I believe you." Vivienne looked around, hoping no one had heard the outburst. "You don't need to share, but we need to find a way to deal with this," she said, trying to appear calm, but inside she was going through the same battle as her son.

Ever since their phone sex session, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about his cock. She had saved Jaxen's picture and had been staring at it while using all her different dildos on her pussy that seemed to require constant fulfillment.

"I tell you what, baby. Your father is warming up his BBQ this weekend again. Why don't you, Lily, and the kids come to eat? Just to take your mind off things for a bit."

Jaxen looked at Vivienne questioningly. "Is Brenda coming also? I think she's the only one who could get 'my mind' off, and yes, I'm making air quotes so you understand what I mean."

"Don't be an ass. I'm trying to help you."

"Oh, are you offering to help me?" Jaxen kept pushing the limits, but his mother's ice cold gaze, that hit him after it had swept the others to see if anyone had heard, silenced him.

"Okay, whatever... if you think it will help." Jaxen succumbed.

They listened to others share their progress and problems, but neither of them asked to speak. Even Vivienne's thoughts ran elsewhere as she was face to face with her demons once again.

***

Saturday, the family was back together. The grill was burning hot, and Roger was running around wearing an apron. Lily helped him while the kids were glued to their cell phones, lost in the baffling, cacophonous world of whatever 'stupid game' was currently trending. Jaxen sat on the patio in his loose cotton pants, being sure that once this day was over he would go back to the dating site and find some granny to fuck.

Vivienne had tried to talk to him, but there wasn't much to say. She knew her own conviction to live a sexless life was hanging in the balance. She saw herself in Jaxen's shoes and knew what he was going through. It might not have been a good idea to sponsor her son after all.

"Vivienne, could you get me some barbecue seasoning from the kitchen?" Roger shouted to his wife through the smoke that covered the yard.

"Yes, honey. Just a second," she said, gesturing Jaxen to follow. He rose reluctantly as his cock was again at half-mast, and he didn't want it to be obvious to everyone.

"Are you okay, baby?" she asked when they got inside. "You seem to be having a hard time." She glanced down, her gaze snagging on the obvious swell in his pants. Since she knew that the joystick under that damn fabric was such a nice piece of designed pleasure, she couldn't help her own love box from getting wet.

"Yeah, you could say that... 'hard times create hard men.' Or how did it go? I don't remember it from all this blood loss."

"I think it was 'hard times create strong men', but whatever. Maybe you should visit the bathroom?" She realized she was suggesting.

Jaxen looked at his mother. "You serious? Now?"

"Yes, I'll cover for you. They won't notice that you're gone. I think it could help."

He reached into his pants, rearranging his 'tenant,' saying, "Why not?" before heading upstairs.

***

Vivienne took the seasoning to her husband and even though she had decided to help others to set the table, she noticed herself going back inside. Her heart pounded and pussy pulsated as she climbed the stairs.

"I'm just going to listen to him," she whispered to herself when she entered the bedroom, sneaking to the bathroom door and leaned against the wall. She heard Jaxen's smothered moans and the rhythmical, slippery sounds of his hand sliding along his hard, beautiful shaft. He was masturbating. Her heart thumped, and she felt her pussy getting hot and wet.

Jaxen had left the door ajar, not caring if anyone saw or hear what he was doing. Or likely that Vivienne would. She peeked inside and swallowed as she saw how her used panties covered Jaxen's face and his hand pumped his cock like a power sander working a piece of wood.

Then she stepped over the border.

She pushed the door open, walked to him and kneeled in front of her son. Jaxen didn't flinch or speak, but threw the panties from his face. He removed his hand from his cock, giving his mother space to do what she came to do.

Vivienne couldn't resist the sight. "Just this one time. I'll help you. This is for medicinal purposes only," she said, grabbing Jaxen's engorged organ, and wrapped her lips around the pulsating shaft.

"Fuck. I've missed sucking cock," she sighed and started swallowing her son's dick. As soon as she felt the hot, hard cock between her lips, all the emotions of lust, need and graving, she thought she had gotten over years ago, returned stronger than ever.

"Oh my god, Mom." He slid his fingers into Vivienne's hair, guiding her to suck his cock deeper.

Vivienne didn't need guidance. She took his entire cock into her mouth easily, and Jaxen felt the tip touch her throat. Vivienne didn't gag. She had maintained her oral pleasuring skills by deepthroating dildos regularly, so even when her son's cock was definitely above average length and girth, she had no problem taking it inside her mouth in its entirety.

"Fuck, Mom... you suck like a pro," Jaxen said as he watched saliva covering his shaft and his mother devouring him like no one had done before.

Vivienne slid her hand inside her panties and sank three fingers into her dripping pussy, moaning deeply. She was far over the edge already and in a free fall. Her cunt demanded cock, so when Jaxen said it, she didn't have the strength to resist.

"I have to fuck you, Mom."

"Yeah, okay," she said, like he had just asked to borrow the car.

She rose, dropped her panties, and pulled up the skirt, revealing her shaven pussy. Vivienne leaned against the sink and spread her legs.

"Fuck me like the whore that I am. Fuck me like you fucked Brenda. I want that."

Jaxen didn't waste time. He positioned his aching cock between his mother's labia and thrusted his dick inside the love canal that had given birth to him. Vivienne orgasmed immediately, squirting juices all over the bathroom carpet.

"God damn, Mom... that was fast," Jaxen said as he kept drilling her cunt.

"Shut up. It's been eight years since I had a cock like that inside me. Just keep going."

Jaxen grabbed her waist and did as he was told to do. Vivienne had one orgasm after another. It was like watching a conveyor belt bursting out wave after exhilarating wave, relentlessly crashing and receding, only to build again.

Jaxen had never felt anything so slippery and hot before, and just as he recognized the familiar itch in his balls, Roger's voice echoed from downstairs.

"Honey? I can't find the Wurst-Weenies. Did you even buy them?"

Now they both flinched. Vivienne pulled her panties back on and Jaxen tried to stuff his erection back into the boxers, which was difficult since the damn pole had never been so hard and slippery.

"His fucking weenies," Jaxen cursed.

"I'm coming, honey. Just a second. I think I might have put them in the freezer."

***

The next day Vivienne picked up Jaxen once again, but they didn't drive to meet Lolita in the community hall. Instead, she parked her car in front of a motel where a neon sign outside flickered with the frantic energy of a dying disco ball, promising 'VAC NCY!'.

"Remember what we agreed. It's just this one time, then we go back to SAA." Vivienne said to her son before they got out of the car.

"Yes, I remember. I think I'm ready to get better, as long as we can get the worst of the pressure off."

"You and me both," Vivienne assured as she pushed him inside.

The room Jaxen had reserved had that distinct aroma of yesterday's regret mixed with industrial-strength air freshener, but it didn't bother the mother-son couple who were in withdrawal and needed their favorite drug.

As soon as the door closed, Jaxen pushed his loose pants down and Vivien dropped to her knees, admiring the hard shaft in her hand.

"Mommy's good young cock," she mumbled, savoring the taste of his pre-cum with her tongue, before slowly making the entire organ disappear into his mouth like a magician.

"Is that good, Mom?" Jaxen sighed, holding on to his mother's head as he slowly moved his hips to meet the back of her throat.

"Yeah, I love your cock, Jaxen. Fuck Mommy's mouth." She breathed as the now glistening organ slid out of her mouth. The sight was so arousing to Jaxen that it made his balls curl up into tight sacks.

Jaxen aimed to please. He started fucking Vivienne's mouth and still couldn't believe how easily his mother took him balls deep. They kept their eyes fixed on each other all the time and both recognized the familiar, lustful gaze on each other; the one that could only be satisfied by fucking like animals.

Every once in a while he pulled his cock out and let his mother breathe, but stuffed his organ back in as soon as she had filled her lungs. Vivienne didn't resist. She had always loved sucking cock, and having Jaxen's young rod in her mouth was like an eight-year nightmare of never having a cock in there again, had come to an end. She enjoyed every second, every thrust, and kept having micro-orgasms as Jaxen used her mouth.

"You're such a good boy," she breathed as Jaxen pulled his cock out and told her to strip.

"You want to fuck Mommy?" Vivienne asked as she ripped her clothes off. Jaxen enjoyed seeing his mother fully naked for the first time and stroked his organ while she laid on her back and opened her pussy to him.

"I fuck you doggy," was all Jaxen was able to muster with the blood loss in his brain, but Vivienne understood he wanted to continue where they left off in the bathroom. She rolled to her stomach and rose on all fours, presenting her dripping cunt to him.

"Damn, that looks so good, Mom," he sighed, fitting his cock between her pussy lips with trembling hands. Jaxen inserted his overly enthusiastic flagpole into the ready-for-boarding amusement ride.

Now, in the proper position, Vivienne was able to finally feel his whole manhood inside him and it filled her hungry, mature cunt perfectly, just like Wally back in the day, but better. Hearing his son's panting behind her, she placed her hand to her full, but already a bit saggy breasts and pinched her nipples.

"Oh dear, oh my god, yeah," she screamed as the first wave of orgasms washed over her. The combination of young cock in her pussy and stimulation of the sensitive enthusiasm detectors had always put her over the edge.

"Is that good, Mom?"

"Perfect, baby. You fuck mommy so good," she told him in a shaky voice. The room filled with steady banging as the much-experienced bed gnawed when Jaxen worked on his mother. If anyone was staying in the room next to theirs, they wouldn't be wondering what was going on. In fact, they'd probably be taking notes.

The paint chipped off the wall as the headboard slammed into it with force as Jaxen thrusted in the final plunge before he came. The weeks of celibacy had worn away his stamina, but Vivienne didn't complain when she finally got her pussy filled with a young man's sperm after many years.

"Oh, baby. Fuck, give it to mommy," she moaned as the endless series of orgasms shook her body. When Jaxen dropped to his back to catch his breath, his mother devoured his cock again.

As he looked at how Vivienne kept him hard, sucking the shaft, licking his balls and stroking his organ, he knew he had met his match. His own mother was just as sexually insatiable as he was. He knew this wasn't their last time having sex. Jaxen took his time enjoying the cinematic study of human plumbing. His mother was a true cock-sucking fanatic, and it looked beautiful.

"Damn, Mom... bring your pussy here. I wanna 69 you." When Vivienne planted her shaven, mature cunt in front of his face, Jaxen went for it like a dying man reaches for a drop of water in the desert. He licked and swallowed everything that came out of her mother's bubbling fountain.

As she started to orgasm again, the small spurts of liquid that seemed to be endless made him think that for their next time he should bring his swimming goggles with him, but he didn't complain. Hearing his mother's stifled sighs, as she had her mouth full of cock, was arousing.

Her clit was hard and pointy, like a micro penis, and Jaxen was sucking it eagerly. Her outer labia rested on his face as he pushed his tongue as deep inside her as he could get and made his mother sigh out in pleasure. She produced even more of that sticky love nectar that was already covering his cheeks and forehead when she hit the peak again.

Vivienne moved downward along his body, leaving an easily traceable, wet mark on Jaxen's chest and stomach and inserted his cock into her pussy. She started to undulate on top of him like a cowgirl does, only reverse. Jaxen felt the familiar urge to probe her ass as he admired the rosebud. He licked his thumb and explored the entrance when she turned to him without slowing down.

"You don't need to do that... I want your cock in my ass next. Just let me get a couple of more these first class orgasms." She winked as she turned back and went wild.

***

It had been late when Jaxen got back home, but Lily hadn't questioned his excuse when he said he had been helping his mother again. It wasn't so far from the truth, anyway, Jaxen had thought when he said it. Lily was happy since her husband seemed to be more relaxed, in contrast to the constant nerve-wrecking behavior he had been showing during the last weeks.

Jaxen was savoring his mother's pussy aroma on his tongue before brushing his teeth, when he heard his phone beep. The message was from Vivienne:

Your father leaves in the morning with his competitive power walking group to train for a whole day. Maybe you could come and visit? ... we could talk.

Jaxen smiled. Thank god for his father's peculiar hobby. Roger and his friends trained like Olympic athletes for local "fun runs," wearing full spandex, drinking specialized protein shakes, and intensely scrutinizing each other's gait. Vivienne usually took him to one of his friends, where they would head to their training grounds.

Jaxen replied, Just tell me what time and I'll be there... and we can 'talk'. His cock woke up immediately at the thought that they would have the whole day to themselves tomorrow.

***

When Vivienne drove her car to their garage the next day after dropping Roger off to Larry's, she saw that Jaxen car was parked two houses down the road. He was already here and Vivienne knew he hadn't come to talk. She didn't want to talk either. She missed her son's cock already.

As Vivienne opened the front door, Jaxen was waiting for her in the hallway. They didn't say anything. Jaxen turned his mother around, opened his trousers, while Vivienne pushed down hers. She wasn't wearing panties. He pushed her against the wall, positioning his cock to her already wet entrance.

"Just do it... fuck me, Jaxen."

He took her hard against the wall. Vivienne screamed in pleasure as he pounded her from behind, pulling her sensitive nipples and kissing her neck. Her orgasms started as soon as he filled her.

They made love and fucked each other on the hallway floor, in the kitchen, on the dining table and in the living room and on the staircase, before ending up in her marital bed. Jaxen ate his mother's pussy, and she sucked his cock. He ravished her ass multiple times, and she took his cum inside her cunt or mouth just as many times.

"I've never had sex like this with anyone, Mom." Jaxen said as the sun was already beginning to set and he was still slowly sliding his cock inside Vivienne's eager pussy. She lay on her back and they were looking each other in the eyes.

"Me either, Jaxen. It's like we were made to have sex with each other," she answered and massaged her breasts. "Please, suck my nipples. I think I still have a few orgasms in me."

Jaxen leaned to take the still hard nipple into his mouth and when he sucked it between his lips, Vivienne came again and her pussy let out tiny spurts of liquid as she orgasmed.

"Jesus, Mom... you're still squirting all the time," Jaxen praised his mother.

"It's your cock, baby. It's --" she didn't have time to finish as they both heard the front door open and a voice shouting.

"Anyone home?" They got up fast.

"Fuck. His home already. I thought he was to be gone all day?" Jaxen said, looking for his pants and watching Vivienne put on her bra.

"Jaxen, we have been fucking all day. It's 6 pm already."

"God damn, almost eight hours." He couldn't believe it. "This is a record for me, Mom."

"Shut up and put your clothes on and get out of the window," she said, running downstairs.

When Vivienne got downstairs, Roger was nowhere to be seen.

"Hi, Vivienne," Larry, Roger's friend, greeted her. "You need to help me. Roger is in the car. He twisted his ankle."

"Oh. My god, what happened?" Vivienne asked.

"Nothing serious. We just tried to beat our record and Roger had some bad luck."

Vivienne followed Larry to his car where Roger lay in the back seat, still wearing his spandex, reeking sweat. She felt how Jaxen's cum flowed from her pussy as she helped Roger get out of the car.

Just as they managed to get Roger out, she saw Jaxen cramming out of a second-story window. For a second he was hanging on the ledge and his loose pants began to slowly flow down, revealing his ass before Jaxen fell into the bushes below.

God damn, he has a fine-looking ass, Vivienne thought, even though everything was getting out of her control. She thanked god that the men hadn't noticed anything.

Jaxen managed to get to his car unnoticed and drove home.

***

In the evening, Jaxen's phone beeped again.

That was too close. The message read. This must stop. We can't keep doing this. I'm going back to SAA and I hope you'll come with me. He read another message from his mother.

She was right, of course. This was crazy, but on the other hand sex with his mother had been the best sex of his life. For a moment he thought about declining and confessing that he wanted more of her delicious pussy, but decided to please her.

Okay. We will go there tomorrow. They have a meeting in the community hall.

***

Lolita was there to greet them as they walked into the grim hall once again. This time, they were both in need of a sponsor. All the way to the meeting Vivienne had thought how they could make their secret relationship work and Jaxen had just stared at his mother's breasts, trying to hide his nascent erection.

As the first speaker started, Vivienne felt Jaxen's touch on her thigh and she laid her hand over his. The blood rushed to their genitalia and instead of taking his hand away; she let him feel her. When his hand slid upwards, closer to her pussy, she turned to look into her son in his eyes. The moment their eyes fixed on each other, they both knew they wouldn't stop.

"Lets get out of here," Jaxen said and, taking his mother by her hand, they walked out.

The End

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