Mom Against Involuntary Celibacy 04

Tyler opened his eyes and allowed himself a leisurely yawn. He shuffled under the sheet, noticing it stretch tightly over his naked body and also the one that lay next to him. As he turned from the side to lie on his back, his nascent morning wood poked through the taut covers. It formed a visible protrusion as it rapidly engorged to its full, throbbing hardness.

He smiled -- nay, he grinned: cheekily, from ear to ear -- as he felt the rush of blood filling his sizeable manhood. There was no surprise that he be in such a good mood; indeed, for the lucky eighteen-year-old boy it was all but totally expected. Nowadays, there was truly no better way for him to wake up than with a fully hard, raging erection.

"Geez," he let out, followed by a soft chuckle. "Rise and shine, huh?"

Like most guys his age, Tyler was often at the mercy of his relentlessly overactive hormones. But unlike many other guys his age, the horny teen didn't have to wrestle much with his youthful lusts and urges. He had a perfect outlet for his strong carnal desires, which he was permitted to take advantage of whensoever he pleased.

Shuffling again, more carefully this time, he slowly rotated his body so that it ended up on his other side. As he did that, he deftly maneuvered his jutting erection; it wedged itself between the shapely thighs of the gorgeous woman who lay with him in his bed. Biting his lip, as he felt the smoothness of her skin grazing his hard dick, he took a quiet breath and moved it up, little by little, until it finally rested against the palpable warmth and dampness of her slit.

There was a soft moan, something akin to a contented purr, and it made the boy pause and freeze momentarily. It soon became clear, however, that the woman was still fast asleep. She had her back turned to him, the thin sheet covering the enticing curve of her butt and the sleek lines of her legs.

That sumptuous butt was now gently pressing into Tyler's crotch. While her luscious pillows offered some meager resistance against his advances, they couldn't deter the eager young man from thrusting his hard-on along the glistening folds of her mature pussy.

He started it slow, gliding his long shaft along the dripping wetness, but ultimately the boy's composure couldn't last much longer. Though he had gained tremendous sexual experience in those last few weeks since losing his virginity, in the end he was still an excitable teenager who didn't pay much attention to anything besides his own pleasure.

As such, he quickly stopped caring about waking up his still-sleeping companion. Impatient hands embraced her voluptuous body, finding the large teardrops of her breasts and giving each one a groping squeeze. He relished the feeling of those perfectly firm yet pliant jugs: they yielded to his probing fingers and grazed the undersides of his palms with their surprisingly hard nipples.

Groaning lustfully, he snuggled even closer, practically draping his tall form over the shorter stature of this curvaceous beauty. He was stroking his throbbing erection between her thick thighs, rubbing it against the increasingly wet opening to her sizzling hot pussy.

Finally, in response to him wantonly taking liberties with her lush body, the woman let out a breathy gasp and a moan.

"Oh?... Oooh... T-Tyler?" her voice barely rose above his grunts. "Honey, oh... Is this...? Oh my!"

"Sorry, Mom, I... uh... I just couldn't help myself..."

There was another husky moan, which was then followed by a sultry, almost girlish giggle. "Aww, my poor boy! You really like your mom's body, huh?... Oooh... That's... that's fine... but let me do this first..."

As she said this, she steadied his thrusts with a hand which she swung over and placed on his muscular ass. She then grabbed her son's hard cock and gently guided it inside her, giving a soft whimper of delight when it speared her moist tunnel.

"Ahhh," he groaned, as her slick wetness enveloped his aching shaft. "Oh yeah! This is much better!"

She giggled again. "Of course it is! Your big cock is now inside... oh!... inside Mommy's little pussy. That huge stick of yours has gotten very used to it, hasn't it?"

Spooning her from behind, Tyler kept pushing his thick rod deep into the lusciously wet vagina of his smoking hot mom. He was quite distracted by the exquisite sensation of her loving embrace, as it massaged every inch of his rigid manhood, so he only grunted in response and continued to plow his mother's tight snatch.

Chelsea wasn't at all surprised by his singleminded enthusiasm. She had long since learned to expect it. Truthfully, she very much appreciated her son's eagerness, even though his appetite for sex could at times get seriously overwhelming. She had experienced it repeatedly, several times a day, over the course of those few intense weeks since the start of their incestuous relationship.

And she didn't regret it in the slightest. Indeed, his unbridled desires had only reassured her she was doing the right thing. When the mature stunner offered her voluptuous body to Tyler, it was under the assumption that it would protect him from the malicious online influences. After hearing about this threat from her best friend Kelly, Chelsea simply couldn't bear the thought that some awful, misogynistic creeps might turn her sweet but virginal boy into a full-blown, woman-hating incel.

And so she did the simplest, and in her mind the most obvious thing.

"Ooooh, yes!... Your cock... It's filling me so good!"

She had sex with her son.

"Fuck me, honey! Oooooh... That's right, fuck me deep!... Oh, oh, oh, oooh..."

And it wasn't just a one-time thing either.

"Ahhh... Keep fucking me, sweetie! Don't stop! Oh my god, I'm... I'm getting close..."

Quite the opposite, really.

To make sure Tyler would never feel celibate again, Chelsea had promised he would be able fuck her whenever he felt the urge. Her juicy MILF vagina, along with the rest of her voluptuous physique, was now his to use at all hours of the day and night.

Considering how frequently he'd been taking her up on that promise, the caring mother had to conclude her intervention couldn't have been more timely. Her sweet boy had been seriously starved for sex, and therefore at risk of falling into the incel rabbit hole, which meant she needed to work extra hard to keep the horny teenager satisfied.

"OOOOH! Yes! That's... that's it! I'm coming!... Your mom... is having a huge orgasm... on your amazing cock!"

Every single day, she had to work at it diligently -- and today was no exception.

"I'm... I'm coming, too, Mom!... Oh fuck! Here it goes!"

For many delightful moments, the mother-son couple writhed and groaned in the throes of a powerful release. Tyler filled his mom's pussy with many large spurts of his cream, over and over again, as they both shook from the savage force of their orgasms. The young man hugged his mother even more tightly, breathing hotly onto her neck while she moaned out his name in pure and utter bliss.

"Mmm," she purred eventually, her full lips curling in a cheeky smile. "Such a nice way to wake up... I just love feeling my son's big cock inside me!"

He chuckled. "I'm always happy to provide," he said suavely. "Anything for my beautiful Mom..."

She giggled when he kissed her cheek. "Oh, that's so sweet! You've grown into such a strapping young man, so confident and handsome..." She wiggled in his muscular arms, relishing their strong embrace, before closing her eyes and letting out a wistful sigh. "I think I'm going to miss it a lot, this thing we have going right now, once you figure out you don't really need your mom's 'help' anymore..."

He gave an uncertain grunt. "Huh? Mom? What are you saying...?"

"Well, you know," she said sullenly. "Once you get yourself a real girlfriend, and I'm sure it's going to happen soon, you won't be interested in fucking your old mom anymore... But that's okay, I knew it'd be like this eventually. I'm just saying I'm going to miss it."

He scoffed. "Mom, please! Not interested? That's just ridiculous! I'm never going to stop wanting to fuck... err, I mean, to make love to you!"

She sighed again. "Honey, I know you feel this way now, but trust me, when you meet the right girl --"

"And besides, I do have a few girlfriends already, don't I?" he reminded her, squeezing fleshy handfuls of her magnificent breasts. "Even if we're not counting you, Mom..."

She gasped. A shiver ran down her naked body, trailing over the smooth back and down to her firm, heart-shaped ass, then ending as a pleasant throb that emanated from her cum-filled pussy.

Tyler's cock was still in there. Its chubby shaft was fully lodged inside her flooded orifice, marking it as his property with the awesome power of his unyielding tumescence. But at the same time. the cocky stud didn't hesitate to mention those other women he'd been fucking... Instead of dampening her arousal, it only made Chelsea tremble with renewed lust for her virile son.

It wasn't just an empty boast either -- he really was fucking other mature hotties like her. Kelly and Courtney, two of his mother's longtime friends, were both regular recipients of Tyler's sizeable erection. Either of them would drop by pretty much every day, which invariably ended with both Chelsea and her friend getting thoroughly plowed by her studly son.

"Mmm, true, but that's different," she insisted. "You aren't, well, dating any of them..."

"Sure I am," he said with a chuckle. "I'm taking them to some very hot dates in my bed, with you as my chaperone!"

Again, the brash teenager was correct: daily threesomes were basically a normal occurrence in the Brooks' household. A couple of times, when both the perky brunette Kelly and the fit brown-haired goddess Courtney simultaneously tried to jump on Tyler's magnificent cock, his mom sorted it out by instigating a lurid session of four-way sex instead.

"Honey!" Chelsea exclaimed with a giggle. "Yes, I'm very proud of you handling us all like that... But I'm telling you, it's not the same. You need someone your own age, who has similar interests. Someone you can connect with on a deeper level than just, uh, you know..."

Letting out an impatient groan, Tyler rolled away on his back and sighed. His mostly erect cock popped out of his mother's pussy, slick with their combined juices, and twitched under the soaked bed sheet.

"But I want to keep fucking you, Mom," he admitted, "and yeah, Kelly and Courtney, too... There's no chick I know that's worth giving it all up!"

Chelsea turned around as well, smiling at her handsome son. With a sultry purr she sneaked her hand under the sheet and wrapped her fingers around his broad shaft, squeezing it gently.

She tittered when he gave a surprised moan. Stroking the hardening rod, she then spoke, "Well, sweetie, maybe you don't have to? I imagine there's plenty of girls who'd want to be with you regardless of your other, ahem, entanglements..." She applied more pressure to his thick cock, feeling it surge back to full hardness. "Oh, yes... A smart girl would surely understand that you are a virile man with some very large needs, and that you can only satisfy them with multiple different women."

Tyler blinked, his mother's words reaching his brain after a considerable delay. "Wow, Mom!" he gasped. "Do you really think I could get a girlfriend and still have sex with you and your friends?"

"Of course. Like I'm saying, you simply need to find the right girl," she said with a smile. "But if you're wondering how you could do that -- well, maybe it's easier than you think? Maybe all you have to do is meet someone you like, and then just bring her home and introduce her to Mommy..."

Another shocked gasp escaped the teenage boy's throat. He saw his mother wink at him seductively, before diving under the covers and pouncing on his recuperated hard-on. Soon, as he savored the exquisite feeling of her hot and wet mouth upon it, Tyler began seriously mulling over Mom's far-fetched but incredibly exciting suggestion.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, it wasn't long before the horny stud arrived at a satisfactory conclusion.

***

Leaving the metal door swinging behind her, the auburn-haired girl exited the bathroom stall and let out a soft sigh. She approached the sink and started washing her hands, using several pumps of liquid soap from a wall dispenser next to the tap.

Lathering her smooth hands, she looked studiously at her own reflection in the mirror. At first, there was a neutral expression on her face; it changed when she raised a scrutinizing eyebrow at a new, previously unseen freckle that had popped up on the ridge of her aquiline nose. It added to the rich constellation of tiny pips that spread across her soft cheeks, at times straying down to her lips and up beyond the smooth arch of her brow.

"Oh yeah, guess summer's coming soon," she mumbled to the tawny newcomer. "Will probably get a few more of these at this rate, with all the sun and practice out in the field..."

She shut off the water and dried her hands with a paper towel, crumpling it into a neat ball and tossing it in the bin. Before she left the bathroom, she allowed herself one last glance at the mirror and a brief smile to bend her glossy lips.

Paige wasn't exactly a breathtaking beauty. Still, her round and pleasant face, framed by bouncy curls the color of dark cinnabar, could easily be seen as quite pretty. Her emerald eyes were set deep within it, sparkling with shiny highlights; and her curiously pointy chin drew one's gaze to the naturally red, albeit rather thin lips, which made cute dimples in the corners of her mouth whenever she smiled.

She certainly had no problems attracting boys and men, even if it was partly thanks to her being a fit and athletic cheerleader. Having turned eighteen a good few months ago, her firm breasts had already grown to an ample size of more than a handful, enticing many interested glances from the opposite sex. Those would invariably turn into lustful stares whenever she turned around, as it would reveal her huge yet very shapely butt, honed by many hours of cheerleading practice, which she liked to show off in various tight pants and shorts.

All in all, the lovely redhead certainly didn't want for male attention. She indulged in it quite freely, in some ways fitting the stereotype of a slutty cheerleader who'd let most football players sink their cocks into her wet mouth or pussy. She didn't go steady with any of them, though, and was truthfully getting more and more bored of their massively inflated egos and annoyingly boastful attitudes.

It was partly for this reason that she and Tyler Brooks had a bit of a weird thing going on right now. He would sometimes help her with tougher subjects like math; his aptitude might have been nowhere near that of the smartest nerds, but at least he could explain things much more clearly to slower students like her.

Perhaps more importantly, Paige found him quite fun and likable. It also didn't hurt that the way she'd express her gratitude was rather enjoyable to both parties. His large and pulsing dick felt great to suck on after wrestling with quadratic equations, or whatever it was she needed him to explain. In all honesty, now that she knew what a nice and well-hung guy he was, she would probably take his cock if he simply asked her to; no qui pro quo necessary.

And maybe she wouldn't take it just in her mouth either.

"Okay, ten minutes until the bell," she murmured, checking the time on her phone. Before she put it away, she swiped to the selfie camera and fixed an unruly strand of hair she saw falling on her forehead. "Guess I'll just wait for him by the bike racks...?"

There was one problem she had with Tyler, though, and it seemed to have started only a few weeks ago. During that time the two of them hadn't really got together, not even once. This was in spite of Paige asking him many times for help, particularly with homework she didn't want to deal with when the weather was getting so nice outside. He'd always make an excuse, texting her that he was busy and later refusing to elaborate.

She began to feel like the guy was avoiding her on purpose. At one point she even asked him, straight up, if he had a girlfriend now who was sucking his cock instead. But he said no, he didn't date anyone, before scampering away and leaving her in a bind yet again.

It was getting really annoying. The stubborn redhead was now desperate enough -- well, almost -- to explicitly offer her eager and willing pussy to what she suspected was a still virginal guy. The only thing stopping her was the fact it'd make her feel too much like an actual whore.

"There you are!" she called to him as he approached, looking as though he was in some hurry. "Can we talk for a minute?"

Evidently a bit distracted, for he seemed to ignore her at first, Tyler had already started fiddling with the lock on his bike before he looked up and noticed her. She was leaning against the outer wall of the school building, trying to look casual to other students as she waved to grab his attention.

"Huh...?" He walked up to her, stopping within a few feet. "Hey, Paige. What's up?"

"Kinda wanted to ask you," she retorted, putting on a teasing smile. "It's been a while since we, you know -- studied..."

He raised a quirky eyebrow, his gaze sweeping down the curves of her fit and toned body. The shapely redhead wasn't dressed in an overtly provocative manner, not today that is, but the warm weather nonetheless asked for a somewhat sparse outfit.

Her choice had been a pleated, navy blue, mid-thigh skirt, which she paired with a thin blouse that ended above her slim waist. The push-up bra she wore, partly visible through the diaphanous material, molded her breasts into a nice cleavage, and the top buttons being undone guaranteed it'd garner just enough attention to straddle the fine line between tastefully enticing and unabashedly slutty.

It had certainly attracted Tyler's attention, if only for a moment. He quickly caught himself looking and yanked his eyes away from the luscious valley of smooth flesh.

"Uh, yeah, I guess," he said reluctantly. "I've been busy..."

"Yeah, I've heard that," she said, her brow furrowing. "Seems like you're a very busy guy now..."

He sighed. "Sorry, you know how, uh, how it is sometimes..."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, look, I'm not gonna be all nosy and stuff, because I really don't care -- like, seriously, I don't, not at all..." She cleared her throat before continuing, "But the thing is, we're not that far from the end of the school year, and I just fucking know that Mrs. Goodwin is gonna drop a surprise test on us any day now. And I bet she'll add a few extra questions from that probability crap, that I barely understand because I had no one to explain it to me properly..."

She blurted it all out rather quickly, taking a deep breath at the end. She saw Tyler looking at her still -- just looking, without saying anything. She wasn't sure if it was pity she saw in his eyes, or something else entirely, but at some points he let out another sigh and jammed his hands into the deep pockets of his khaki pants.

"Alright, fine," he said, and Paige thought a smile briefly curled his lips. "We can go over it sometime, like, hmm, let's say on Wednes--"

"How about now?"

He blinked. "Now...?"

"Yeah?" she half-asked, smirking, as she pushed herself off the wall and took a short step toward him. "What? Are you busy again? Oh, please.... For all I know, you're just gonna go home and jerk off before your mom comes --"

"What the hell?! Go fuck yourself, Paige!" he barked, backing off a step and starting to turn around.

Crap, she thought, I shouldn't have said that. "Sorry! I'm sorry, Ty, that was super bad and rude," she quickly apologized, "and like, totally uncalled for... Please! Don't go, okay? I really need your help! Pleeeeease?... Don't you want to, you know..." She beamed a huge, saccharine smile. "Well, the usual..."

He looked at her haughtily, squinting through half-lidded eyes. "The usual, huh?"

"Yeah! Like, well, you know what I mean..."

He scoffed dismissively. "Oh yeah?... Maybe I don't know what you mean. Maybe I need a reminder? Maybe I don't think 'the usual' is all that great anymore..."

She gasped, instinctively looking around as she said, "But, but... I'll suck you off!"

"Yeah," he said. "And?"

"And... and I'll take your whole big cock in my mouth!"

He chuckled. "Sure you will! And?"

"And... I let you cum in it?"

He closed the distance he'd just made, taking a decisive step in her direction.

"And?"

"And... and I'll swallow," she said huskily. "All of it."

"Anytime."

"Anytime," she repeated, then blinked. "Wait, what?"

"Anytime and anywhere I want," he said firmly. "School included."

A shocked gasp left her throat. "Fuck... Are you serious?" She tried to hold his gaze, which had somehow become almost unbearable in its intensity. "I... I... Fuck!... Okay, fine."

He smirked. "Fine what?"

"I... I'll suck your cock a-anytime you want," she promised, her voice getting shaky, then immediately added when she felt his piercing glare, "and anywhere... Yes, I will... But like, within reason, okay?"

"Hmpf," he scoffed in response. "We'll see... For now, maybe this will do." He spun in place and looked over his shoulder. "Coming?"

"Where?" she asked blankly. "Oh, right!"

She followed Tyler once he unlocked his bike, and as he wheeled it to the school's parking lot where she kept the car her parents had bought her. He strapped the bicycle to the roof rack and got in the passenger seat. He clicked the seat belt and surveyed the interior, but kept to himself any comments he might've had about her ride.

"So, uh... Where do we go?" she asked.

He turned to her with an assertive gaze, casting a clearly deliberate glance at the prominent swell of her breasts. A wide grin crept upon his handsome face as he then looked into her eyes again.

"My place," he said.

***

Later that same afternoon, Chelsea returned home from her regular Monday session of Pilates. She parked the car on the driveway, taking care not to rev the engine too much, and entered the house through the unlocked front door.

She wasn't being sneaky, not quite, though she had the naughty idea of giving her son something of a thrilling surprise. His bike was on the rack outside, so the busty blonde knew he'd already come home from school. She figured he was probably waiting for her, just like he would on most days, ready to plunder her wet pussy along with those of her sexy, mature friends.

From his point of view, this was a perfectly reasonable expectation. A post-workout stop at Chelsea's home had become a crucial element of the women's fitness routine. After each session of vigorous exercise, followed by numerous stretches of all their toned muscles, the trio of hot MILFs would invariably opt for additional, very intense stretching of their heavily oversexed vaginas.

Needless to say, Tyler had never refused to provide them with such an essential, neighborly service.

Today, however, his beautiful mother would be the only one to request it. Kelly had to bail on their usual afternoon threesome because she needed to deal with some minor emergency involving her fourth-grade son. Courtney, on the other hand, didn't normally attend their Pilates sessions at all, choosing instead to join their shared friend Miranda and spend the hour lifting weights at a different gym.

Although Kelly's absence was a bit of a letdown, Chelsea appreciated how it gave her some extra bonding time with her son. In truth, the mature woman already had a lot of that over the past weekend, and especially yesterday when she had the young stud all to herself. Though it would be much more accurate to say it was Tyler who had his sexy mom exactly where he wanted her: strutting around the house in only her bra and panties, then losing them in seconds whenever he felt like fucking her tight pussy.

A shiver went through Chelsea's spine when she recalled just one of their wild trysts. Her son caught her off-guard while she was moving around the laundry room, carrying what felt like half a bushel of clothes she were about to chuck into the washer. The heavy basket fell on the floor with a loud thud, spilling its contents all over the marbled ceramic tiles, when Tyler grabbed his irresistible mom from behind and pinned her against the wall.

She barely managed a yelp before he pulled down her tiny lace panties, his huge cock sinking into her soaked pussy as he started railing her with savage ferocity. She came almost immediately, shrieking in a breathless orgasm; the excitement of getting ravished by her studly son hit her in waves of raw, primal ecstasy. He hardly skipped a beat, and continued to pound his gorgeous and sexy mother, wringing climax after moaning climax from her spasming and shuddering body.

Then at last he came, too, jetting ounces of his thick cum. It sloshed deep inside her quivering womb, an abundant flood of her son's hot seed. It filled her to the brim and triggered one final orgasm, at which point she slumped and fell upon the soft heap of clothes on the floor. She blacked out shortly after, fainting from both ecstasy and exhaustion.

When the tired blonde woke up some length of time later, she was still lying on the same pile of dirty laundry. Though her nearly naked body was covered with a warm blanket, it was otherwise clear that Tyler had simply left her there. He must've walked away immediately, once he was done filling her MILF pussy, leaving the mature woman in the same spot he had found her.

In other words, Chelsea had let her cocky stud of a son use his mother as a veritable cum bucket -- and she realized this was by far the hottest thing she had ever done.

"Mmm, what a confident stud he's become," she purred, back in the present, as her lips curled in a mischievous smirk. "I should've told him off for this, of course, but damn..."

Secretly, Chelsea was more than a little proud. She also realized she definitely shouldered part of the 'blame' there. How did she not? She was driving the teenage boy absolutely nuts, teasing him with that incredibly voluptuous, smoking hot, lingerie-clad body of hers... Indeed, it was no surprise in the slightest that Tyler would simply take what his hot mom was offering. And because she had explicitly allowed it, promising him unfettered access to her matronly pussy, there was only one, blatantly obvious conclusion here.

She had been asking for it, loud and clear.

And, my goodness -- she was soooo going to ask for it again!

A subdued giggle left Chelsea's mouth, as she quietly walked up the stairs and wondered... Maybe this shouldn't be only a Sunday thing, then, for her to show off those amazing curves in outrageously skimpy underwear? What if she did it every day of the week? It would be all she'd wear anymore, and her sweet boy would definitely appreciate it.

"Hmm, but I would have to really think it through," she whispered, stifling another amused giggle. "Knowing Tyler, it could be way too much for my poor little pussy!"

But regardless of any long term plans, Chelsea had already decided she was going to sex things up for at least this afternoon and evening. Minding her steps, she tiptoed across the hall, then gently pushed the door which led to her cozy bedroom.

She mused which one of her barely-there bikinis she'd put over her feminine charms, under the pretense that she was going to take advantage of the late spring's warm and sunny weather. The shapely woman had a handful of rather bold sets already, but now she thought that perhaps it was time to take one of her girlfriends shopping, to get some really small and scandalous --

"Ahhh! Fuck! This is so good!"

Chelsea froze instantly. She hovered over the threshold to her bedroom, hand grabbing the door frame as she was startled by the sudden noise.

She recognized it at once: it was clearly her son Tyler. His loud, groaning cry was unmistakably sexual in nature, echoing through the hallway as it came from the boy's bedroom. She listened for a moment and heard several breathy grunts, but nothing more that would tell her about the exact nature of his current... activity.

"Honey?" she said in a whisper. "What's going on...?"

She swallowed with difficulty, backing off into the hallway. She gathered her thoughts, and although she wasn't typically a woman of surpassing intellect, in this case, where her beloved son was concerned, her brain immediately switched to a high gear and she worked things out very quickly.

"Okay, so that's my Tyler and -- who exactly?" she pondered, murmuring in a hush whisper. "Kelly's checking on her little guy Issac and his scraped knee, so she wouldn't get here before me even if she tried. Courtney's probably still in the gym with Miranda, and those two are total fitness freaks so she wouldn't quit early. And I'm here, obviously, so who's in there...?" She gasped then. "Oh no!"

The answer instantly became clear to Chelsea. It put a severe frown on her otherwise beautiful face.

Tyler wasn't in there with anyone -- he was masturbating. He must've grown restless and horny, his mom reasoned, and decided to take matters in his own hands. And apparently he hadn't quite finished yet, and was still jacking that huge cock of his, thick and hard, moving his manly hand over the veiny, lubed-up surface of his massive and throbbing dick, the one that always felt so good inside her dripping --

"Oh, settle down, you slut!" she scolded her own imagination. "This is my poor boy we're talking about here. If he's really, uh, doing it right now, then I need to stop him! Immediately!"

To any bystander, Chelsea's alarm might look like a massive overreaction. To her, however, the concern was quite serious and real.

When the doting mother first started having sex with her son, she did it with the express purpose of protecting him from online threats of misogyny and inceldom. She took it upon herself to ensure Tyler would never feel celibate again -- which, as it quickly turned out, meant she would satisfy every last one of his considerable sexual needs.

In the light of this, the fact he was currently masturbating could only be interpreted as Chelsea failing in her motherly duty. She hadn't been there when her son needed her the most, and neither were her friends who had previously offered their help. It was thus painfully clear that Tyler had no other choice: without a willing woman to fuck, he proceeded to stroke his beautiful hard cock all by himself.

Just like he'd been doing it before... Back when he was still a celibate virgin, woefully susceptible to all those bad influences coming from the internet. Chelsea thought she was keeping those looming threats at bay, but now it was abundantly clear that her optimism had been excessive, and perhaps even reckless.

Creeping through the hallway, she shook her head and sighed. She vowed, then and there, that she would never make the same mistake again.

"Hang in there, sweetie," she whispered under her breath. "Mommy's coming to help you!"

She closed in on her son's bedroom, ears peeled to listen for more breathy grunts. She did hear them, low and manly, but now there were some other sounds, too. They all seemed vaguely familiar, varied though they were, and among them Chelsea soon made out a particularly intriguing set of noises.

They were slick and sloshing -- the slithering sounds of slapping and squelching. They were much too loud to be made only with Tyler's hand stroking his erect penis. They were somehow more energetic than that, more passionate... And there was a rhythmic quality to them as well, for they repeated incessantly with a regularity of a metronome.

Chelsea froze again. This time, the emotion she felt was that of a massive relief. She had just realized what those noises were, and it put a wide smile on her lovely face.

"Oh, thank god! And to think I was so worried..."

She suppressed an amused giggle, which left her lips as a sultry purr. She was very pleased with her discovery, and it took a huge weight off the worried mother's shoulders.

Her son Tyler, that teenage stud she'd been living with under one roof, wasn't actually masturbating at all. Instead he was fucking someone, and quite vigorously at that! Those other sounds she heard, distinct from his manly grunts, were the lewd noises of his flesh slapping against some slut's naked ass!

Chelsea felt a rush of heated excitement, now that she knew she was eavesdropping on her son having sex. She had no intention of walking away, for an immense curiosity drove her lurching steps forward. She reached the door to his bedroom and carefully peeked through the keyhole. As expected, the view was not obstructed by a key; the lock on Tyler's door fell into complete disuse once he started fucking his own mom.

Straining one eye, she watched the lurid scene with rapt attention. The angle wasn't ideal, but she could see the action well enough.

And it was hot as hell.

"Fuck!" Tyler groaned. "Are you getting tighter or what?"

"I don't... Oh god!" gasped his young partner. "I... I think my pussy... is shaking..."

He chuckled. "Yeah, you're gonna cum now, don't you?"

"Oh... Oh fuck! Yes!... I'm... I'm coming... I'm... Oh god!... AAAAAAAAH! YEEEEES!"

Chelsea couldn't see it well, but it was obvious the girl was having a massive orgasm. The older woman watched her naked son pounding the lass from behind, his powerful buttocks tensing up to drive those deep, ceaseless thrusts into the young thing's sloshing wet pussy. He fucked her through the entirety of her shrieking climax, pushing his huge shaft inside her with robust and confident strokes.

He looked incredibly hot there, his mom thought, railing this young floozy. But where did he find her? Did he actually go and get himself a girlfriend already? That would be an impressive feat, considering they only talked about it this very morning!

"Ah, fuck," he grunted, a minute or two after her orgasm subsided, "I think I'm getting pretty close, too..."

"Noooo," the girl moaned, "don't cum yet! I need more... of your big cock!... Fuck me, Tyler! Keep fucking me with your huge dick!"

He chuckled again, slowing down the rhythmic thrusts of his hips. "You're such a slut, Paige! Such a hot... and naughty... slut," he said, punctuating his words with decisive slaps of the girl's firm buttocks. "You know this is the deal now, right? If you want my help with homework, or math, or whatever the fuck... ahh, yeah... then you're going to spread your legs for me every time!"

"Ooooh," she moaned in response, "yeeees... I'll fuck you! We can fuck... anytime you want... I don't even care... about fucking schoolwork... Ahhhhh!"

"Good," he said. "Then you're my girlfriend now. Which means... oh yeah!... Which means you're not fucking anyone else, understand?"

"Y-yes," she gasped desperately. "Just you, Tyler! Just you... and your massive..."

He laughed. "Good girl! You can cum again, if you want to..."

"I... Oooh... Fuck, I... I am, actually... Oh my god... OOOOOH!"

Needless to say, Chelsea was incredibly horny now. She was still eavesdropping outside his bedroom, her straining eye practically glued to the small keyhole.

Watching and listening to her son dominate this young strumpet had been an amazing turn-on. Underneath her casual clothes, the woman's voluptuous body was rapidly overheating with continued waves of surging arousal. Her pussy was a swamp now, copious juices seeping through the thin cotton panties, as her quivering snatch all but demanded immediate and very serious attention.

Chelsea decided she would give it exactly that.

"Ooh," she moaned softly, standing up and peeling off her pants and knickers. She did the same with her top and bra, revealing a luscious pair of heavy breasts that were topped with thick nubs of rock-hard nipples. Fully naked now, she slowly pressed on the doorknob and gently moved the door aside, creating an opening just wide enough for her to slip in.

"Yes, yes!... Keep fucking me, Tyler!... Oh, oh, oh... Oh, Jesus fuck, if you keep doing that..."

Now only a few feet away from the wildly mating couple, the horny mother took in the sheer lewdness of this outrageously pornographic scene. The lurid noises hit her with their full intensity, raw and primal, as her son's low grunts of restrained pleasure mixed with the girl's constant, ecstatic moans at the edge of another breathtaking orgasm.

Chelsea bit her lip as she tiptoed towards Tyler, lustful eyes practically glued to his strapping, sharply defined physique. Facing away from the door, the young man couldn't see his mom approaching him from behind, but she didn't want to startle her son by simply appearing in front of him out of the blue. So, she veered off a little and instead came from the side, hoping to smoothly enter his field of vision while he was focused on fucking the loudly moaning redhead.

It worked. Tyler blinked, stopped mid-thrust, and looked at his mother with a jaw hanging wide open.

"Mom...?" he asked in a sharp whisper.

She put a finger to her lips and smiled. She then motioned with her other hand, prompting the surprised stud to continue his present tryst. Although a little confused at first, he quickly resumed the motion of his hips; and when he noticed his mom stood there without a stitch of clothing, his face froze for a moment before it lit up with a wide grin.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!... Yes, fuck me, just like that!"

"Mom...?" he asked again, as his mother inched closer. His new girlfriend, constantly moaning and spewing enthusiastic words of encouragement, effectively drowned the sounds of his hushed whispers. "What are you doing?"

"Meeting your new girlfriend, it seems," Mom spoke hotly in his ear. "If I caught it right, her name is Paige...?"

He gasped. "You were listening?"

She giggled. "Would be hard not to!"

A quiet chuckle escaped his throat. "Okay, sure, but I don't think you should be here, Mom," he said worriedly. "She can't see you! I mean, not like this..."

"Shh!" She placed a finger on his parched lips. "Don't worry about it, son. Your Mommy knows what she's doing..."

Puzzled, he blinked at her and eventually nodded. She withdrew then, glancing at the sweat-slicked body of his lover and shooting him a sly wink.

Still fucking Paige, albeit now at a rather distracted pace, Tyler watched Chelsea in a wide-eyed amazement. His gorgeous and completely naked mom carefully climbed onto the bed beside him, making very little noise as her knees dented the soft mattress. She leaned forward and got on all fours, her heart-shaped butt sticking enticingly in the air; and then, slowly, with an effortlessly seductive flourish, she crawled like prowling wildcat towards the steadily rocking body of her son's new girlfriend.

"Hi there!" she said to her cheerfully, waving at the girl with a broad and warm smile. "You're Paige, right?... Oh, it's so good to meet you! I'm Chelsea, Tyler's mom. I have to admit he didn't really mention you very often, but since he obviously likes you a lot, I'm sure you and I will get along swimmingly!" She gave a playful giggle, shuffling slightly to offer Paige a slender hand to shake. "So -- besties?"

Eyes flying open and growing into large saucers, the startled and utterly bewildered girl let out a shocked gasp. As she stared at the older woman, who was still beaming a radiant smile, her hand moved on a reflex and joined Chelsea's in a weak handshake.

It was only a few seconds later, no doubt prolonged by Tyler's unceasing strokes, that her brain properly registered the totally bizarre encounter.

"Oh my god!" she cried. "Mrs.... Mrs. Brooks?!"

She got a soft chuckle in response, and soon her eyes grew even wider. She saw that the woman wasn't smiling at her so innocuously anymore. There was now a glint of mischief in her deeply blue eyes, as she was sensuously licking her full, puffy lips.

"Oh, but don't mind me, hun!" she purred. "Just focus on taking his big, hard cock! It feels amazing, doesn't it?"

The girl blinked, completely flabbergasted, just as the cock in question hit a sensitive spot in her pussy and knocked her out with another overpowering orgasm.

***

Coming back to her senses, Paige needed a good minute. That's how long it took her to shake off the blissful fog her body and mind were in. She took another minute to remember where she was and how she got there, but even then everything remained fuzzy and confusingly disjointed.

The girl simply couldn't make heads and tails of what had happened to her recently. On top of that, she was also very distracted by the pleasantly sore, softly throbbing muscles in her freshly fucked pussy.

"Ooooh," she quietly moaned into the soft pillow. As if in response, she heard a hearty chuckle coming from a masculine throat.

Her brain slowly picked up the pieces, shattered by the impact of her latest, totally overwhelming orgasm. But although the dazed redhead did remember the basics now, some things she'd recall just didn't make any sense...

What was certain was that she and Tyler went to his place together, ostensibly to study; but before she even opened her textbook and told him which part she didn't understand, he had already whipped out his hard cock and demanded that she blow it. This didn't faze her much, for she more or less expected it, so she had the thing in her mouth within seconds. She figured she would make him cum quickly, which should've been easy enough to do, and they'd get back to the actual 'study' part before long.

But that hadn't really worked at all. Somehow, despite turning harder than a steel girder, his large dick just didn't seem to cooperate. Her heartfelt ministrations, as she licked and sucked and slobbered over his rigid pole -- all along its length, and with all the eagerness of an experienced cocksucker she was -- simply weren't working the way she was used to. She actually thought he was holding back on purpose, but the constant groans of encouragement, spaced with breathy grunts, told her she was definitely doing this right.

Yet it had been minutes, and for some reason he still didn't cum. At the same time, his dirty talk and the lewd praise he lavished upon the kneeling girl, for being such a good slut with an amazingly hot mouth, were getting to Paige in just about the worst way. She found herself incredibly hot and bothered, her needy pussy turning into a sizzling hot furnace and practically squirming for urgent attention.

Her arousal reached its peak when the guy did finally come, more than she had expected, his massive cock spurting gobs and gobs of hot spunk directly down her quivering gullet. She barely managed to swallow everything, as he continued to unload for what felt like a whole minute; but in the end she was so horny and hungry for more that she polished his shaft clean, slurping every last drop of his thick and tasty seed.

But even though Paige did make Tyler cum, he wasn't actually done with her -- not by a long shot. And given how turned on the girl was herself, there was simply no way they would stop at this point, after only a mere blowjob.

He clearly knew this, too. He must've known how aroused she was because every word he said she obeyed without question.

He told her to take off her clothes, so she did. He said to get rid of the bra and panties, so she did. He pointed at the bed and told her to get on all fours, so she climbed on the mattress and stuck her massive butt high up in the air.

She scarcely had the time to take a breath before she felt a sudden intrusion. His turgid pillar parted her engorged labia and speared the depths of her dripping wet pussy. She groaned at its enormity, arching her back as it bottomed-out inside her, and yelped when his strong hands roughly grabbed her wide hips.

Before she knew it, the bold teenager was fucking her with deep and very vigorous strokes. It was shortly after that her memories became hazy, blending together into a blurry mirage of unending pleasure and multiple earth-shaking orgasms. In between those sharp peaks of ecstasy, she did remember pledging her spasming cunt to this dominant, obviously not-at-all virginal stud; and now, when she came down from such dizzying heights of carnal bliss, she stood by those vows one hundred percent.

But there was something else that started to emerge from the haze: something weird. It hardly made any sense... Before the young redhead felt her new boyfriend spurt himself inside her sopping wet pussy, she could've sworn that she heard, and maybe even saw --

"Oh, sweetie! Would you look at that?" said a feminine voice. "I think she's finally coming around!"

Oh god...

"Yeah, Mom, looks like she is..."

His mother?!

"Well, I'd say it's about time!" the same voice said, and its owner giggled. "So, how are you doing, hun? Still a little frazzled?... Don't worry, I totally understand! My boy can be quite a lot to handle, and I say this from some very extensive experience..."

Breathing a shocked gasp into the pillow, Paige jolted the tired and sore muscles in her body to flip over and lay limply on her back. With panicky eyes she swept her surroundings and quickly found the awesome sight of Tyler, her super exciting and really quite handsome lover. He watched her with a boyish smirk, pointing at her naked body with a slightly deflated, but still impressively long and chubby cock.

A shudder went through her spine, as she recalled the sensation of his massive instrument stretching her young and tight pussy. The pounding she'd received left it more than a little sore; but the warmth of his fresh cum, sloshing around and oozing out of her thoroughly fucked hole, was more than enough to soothe its tenderness and mellow the dull ache. Seeing her stud like this, casually flaunting his large manhood, filled her with a curious mixture of serene comfort and nervous anticipation.

But although his presence and attention heartened the auburn-haired girl, it didn't distract her completely from the fact there was someone else here, in this very bed, leaning over her supine body and beaming a wide smile.

"Mrs. Brooks...?" she asked weakly, eyes flicking over the woman's magnificent nude form. "You... you are..."

"Naked? Why yes, of course I am. Same as you, you naughty girl!" she said teasingly, giving a sultry giggle. "Why wouldn't we?... We are both in Tyler's big bed, and he's already fucked you so hard you literally passed out! Pretty amazing, huh? I hope it's gonna be my turn now, but of course it's all up to our young stud where he puts his huge cock next..."

She gazed longingly at the teenage hunk, looking down his athletic physique. Her lips curled in an impish smirk when she saw the rising shaft of his rapidly recovering erection.

"What?!" Paige blurted out in confusion. "Mrs... Mrs. Brooks --"

"Chelsea," she said in a silky voice, turning back to the girl with the same smirk and putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I told you, dear, there's no need to be so formal and stuffy. You are Tyler's girlfriend now, which means we both get to experience our stud's, ahem, prowess, and also share the work of keeping him fully satisfied! Isn't this just so exciting?"

Blinking rapidly, the bewildered girl glanced between the older woman and her son. The young man was sitting on the bed now, in all his nude glory. He sported a wildly amused grin, as he watched this incredibly arousing exchange between the two naked females. His shameless gaze fell on either of them repeatedly while his massive cock rose, now fully erect, its numerous throbbing veins pulsing obscenely on the rock-hard shaft.

"Mrs... I mean, Chelsea," said the younger girl, "what... what are you talking about? This is so weird! Are you telling me that Tyler is, uh, I'm not sure I wanna say it..."

"Fucking me?" the woman filled in, flashing her a disarmingly innocent smile. "Well, duh! Of course he is. Why do you think it's weird? I'm simply doing what's best for my son, and it just so happens that I absolutely love taking his big cock in my tight little pussy! And you know how it feels, too, and how awesome he is in bed, so is this really so surprising to you?"

Paige let out a quiet and very protracted gasp. "I... I don't know..." She slowly rose to her elbows, as Chelsea's reassuring hand still rested on her shoulder. Looking once again between the handsome boy and his gorgeous, mature mother, the young girl opened her mouth and exhaled a lump of hot air from her lungs. "Ugh, I'm just so confused right now..." She sighed. "Tyler?... Please say something! You just told me I'm your girlfriend, but now your mom is here and she says you are, uh... fucking her?"

His smile fading slightly, he gave Chelsea a brief glance and nodded. "Yeah, it's true: I am fucking Mom. And a few of her friends, too," he admitted. "But look, Paige, I always thought you were really hot, and also very fun to hang out with, and you were never mean to me or anything, and I just like you a lot, so, uh, yeah..." He paused, allowing himself a meaningful sweep of the redhead's fully exposed body. "What I'm saying is that yeah, totally, I want you to be my girlfriend! Do you?"

An intense blush came over her cutely freckled face. "Well, yes, I do... But what about"--she gestured sideways at Chelsea--"like, your mom, for starters? How's that supposed to work?"

He shrugged. "I don't see the problem. I think it's pretty obvious that Mom doesn't mind."

"Of course I don't!" Chelsea chimed in. "Not in the slightest. How could I object, or heaven forbid get jealous, when I know full well this is exactly what my studly son needs?"

"Huh?" Paige let out. "I don't get it... He needs what?"

The beautiful blonde gave a high-pitched titter, glancing meaningfully at her son's throbbing erection. She scooted closer to him and reached for it with her hand, barely wrapping her long fingers around the full extent of its rigid tumescence.

"Sex, obviously," she said with a grin, slowly jacking Tyler's engorged manhood. "He needs a lot of sex. And with multiple women, too... It's a really hard work, no pun intended, to keep my boy fully satisfied. I was honestly so glad when some of my friends chipped in, because the strain of taking his big cock several times a day..." She paused and giggled again, then switched hands to stroke said big cock with a little more vigor.

"Mmm, yes, it sure made things easier," she continued. "And now that he also has you, an actual girlfriend, it's got to be even better! You two will be spending a lot of time together, which means my son will always have someone to fuck when he needs it the most!" She gave yet another giggle. "See? Everything's going to work out just fine!"

Paige sat up straight, her green eyes going wide like saucers. She couldn't quite believe what those wide eyes were now seeing.

Tyler's mom was giving her son a lewd handjob, smearing the copious pre-cum all over his solid shaft. She was doing it with casual confidence, her movements smooth and very deliberate; she clearly had a lot of practice pleasuring her son's manhood. Based on what they had freely admitted, it wasn't even just her hands that she'd often use on his massive tool.

The girl swallowed. This was so crazy! How could this all happen?... Oh my -- did he do this? Was Tyler really such an awesome stud that even his own mother couldn't help but to succumb to his charms and confidence?

"Ugh, Mom, you gotta slow down," he said with a groan. "If you make me come now, then you'll have to wait, like, a few more minutes before I can fuck your pussy!"

"Oh! Well, thank you for being so considerate to your old mom," she said with a chuckle, slowing down the pace of her strokes and planting an affectionate kiss on his cheek. "I love you so much, Ty!"

Watching the mother-son duo, Paige's mouth hung wide open in astonishment. It would seem that her suspicions were pretty much on point. Tyler's mom simply hadn't been able to resist fucking him -- and, once she started, she apparently wasn't able to stop fucking him either.

Who could really blame her, though, when her son looked like a teenage hunk and fucked like a rutting stallion?... Just like Chelsea said it herself -- the fact they were having sex shouldn't be in any way surprising. Least of all to Paige, who had experienced firsthand the heady excitement of getting screwed, jizzed in, and absolutely dominated by the hung stud.

"So, what do you think?" he suddenly asked her, a cocky smirk plastered on his handsome face. "Are you ready to get on board, and have my mom eat all the cum that's leaking out of your pussy?"

"Honey!" Chelsea let out a playful gasp. "That's rather bold of you! How could you know whether I'm fine doing that?"

He laughed. "Because you've been more than happy to lick your friends' pussies after I came in them?... Come on! That's enough talking." He faced away from the blushing blonde and turned to the stunned redhead. "Alright, spread your legs, Paige! My mom's gonna clean you up now..."

Mouth still agape, the young woman was at a total loss for words. Her mind could barely comprehend what was happening, let alone formulate any sort of verbal response. She was utterly flabbergasted by the openly scandalous nature of the relationship between Tyler and his stunningly sexy mother. A dim thought continued to struggle at the back of her head, trying to tell her she should be outraged; but it had no hope of breaking through the horny girl's overwhelming, instinctual response and conclusion.

That it was all just -- So. Fucking. Hot!

What her mind could hardly fathom, Paige's body did on its own. She spread her legs wide, presenting to Chelsea a glistening pink snatch that was filled to the brim with her son's thick seed. Smiling gleefully, the mature blonde wasted no time before getting on all fours and diving straight for the delicious snack.

"Oooh," moaned the auburn-haired girl, as she felt a slurping tongue dig deep into her cum-soaked quim. "Mrs. Brooks.... Oooooh! I mean, Chelsea... Oh god, I never had anyone -- Ooooooh!"

She shuddered and came, falling back on the mattress with her head hitting the soft pillow. It was a short and relatively mild orgasm, merely a warm-up for the oral delights to come, but it served to give the girl a good taste of what it meant to truly get on board.

"Yup, just like that, Mom!" Tyler said with a chuckle, watching the lusciously swaying ass of his drop-dead gorgeous mother. "Now, let's see what I can do with your other end..."

He rose to his knees and grabbed his pulsing hard-on. Finding the juicy slit without fail, he lined the meaty shaft with the dripping wet opening to his mom's steamy vagina. He pushed in with one decisive thrust, his large balls grazing the woman's clit, and with both hands groping her large butt he started fucking her with confidence and relish.

His thrusts were long and deep: measured, but strong; and it wasn't long before Paige started feeling them, too. With every forceful stroke of his huge, rock-hard manhood, the dexterous tongue of his cunt-munching mother would reach ever deeper into the girl's cum-soaked tunnel. Soon she was moaning and writhing in ecstasy, taking frantic breaths amid Chelsea's ceaseless ministrations. Each of their naked, sexually charged bodies was well on the way to its own earth-shattering climax.

"Ah, feels great, as always," groaned the teenage stud, as he kept driving his cock into Mom's sizzling hot pussy. He threw his head back and enjoyed the feeling of her tight, soaking wet hole, as it shook and quivered around his wildly throbbing shaft. Face decorated with a broad smile, he then looked at his new girlfriend, who lay beyond his mother's curvaceous body. She writhed at the other end of their lurid chain of utterly debauched, shamelessly incestuous pleasure. "What about you, slut? Looks to me you're enjoying yourself there..."

Paige couldn't answer. She could hardly speak. Heck, as it stood now, she could barely even think. The sheer obscenity of it all -- this wild threesome, with Tyler and his smoking hot mom -- was driving the young redhead insane. Shaking from a stampede of crashing orgasms, as they rolled over her young and nubile body, it was all she could do to repeat a new pledge in her head.

She was Tyler's girlfriend now -- but more importantly, she was his own, personal slut.

His loyal cock-sleeve. His obedient cum bucket. His eager fucktoy, ready and willing, whom he could fuck anytime and anywhere he wanted.

She didn't mind he was fucking all those other women. She didn't mind he was fucking his own mom. She was ready to help them all with keeping the potent stud satisfied. She would serve him without question and worship his enormous manhood, coaxing as many loads as it's necessary to drain the cum from his massive balls.

"Ooooooh!" she cried out. "Oh god, I... I'm coming again... AAAAAAAAH!"

Paige was all that for Tyler now, and she was the happiest she'd ever been.