Motherfucker

Daulton's parents Don and Julia started out with a mobile car detailing service. 20 years in business and Don now owns and operates a car wash and detailing shop and still offers a home service.

Julia does the books but no longer works at the shop.

Daulton would be returning to college this fall.

Daulton volunteered to help with dishes and clean up after supper. Don got a cold beer and went to watch the game. I had just put the last of the dishes in the sink as he put the condiments in the cupboard.

"Mom I'm breaking up with Chloe."

He picked up a drying towel.

I placed the first dish into the drain pan.

"Oh why, you two have been dating a long time?"

"Donna's locker is near mine, she received a text and I noticed her crying, her gramma died, so I hugged her to console her. Chloe saw us and freaked out, yelling at me, she never asked what or why, just started screaming, calling me a cheater in front of everyone."

He picked up a dish and started drying it.

"We're not married, we only recently had sex and she's fucking jealous for no reason."

He put that dish away picked up the next.

"I don't ever intend to marry, I doubt I could spend my whole life with just one person."

"I mean were animals, thousands of years have proved very few species are monogamous, humans are not one. Most marriages end because of sexual affairs."

He traded dishes.

"I'm gonna do what makes me happy, I'll not live by parameters and standards made by others, too many remain in an unhappy relationships and so many stay at a job they dislike their entire life, not me."

"I see it with you," wiping a bowl, "you and dad don't seem connected anymore. You used to be intimate, holding hands when walking, kissing in the kitchen, cuddling on the sofa. Teasing each other with fond touches."

He put the dishes he dried away, leaning on the counter, waiting for me to get ahead.

"Neither of you seem happy, Mom, the sparkle in your eyes is gone, you guys hardly even talk anymore."

Julia, passing her son another dish.

"Well, you're right it happens, we've grown apart, not much exciting to talk about, I guess."

"And sex?"

I stared at my son, mind swirling, what prompted that.

"What?"

He nonchalantly asked.

"Do you and dad still have sex?"

Hesitant, but a mother always needs to communicate open and honestly with a child, no matter the awkward circumstances whenever sex questions arrive, they need to be dealt with.

"Well not often, for some time now."

Daulton leaned his butt against the counter, staring off in the distance as he dried the same plate for well over a minute, quietly as if not knowing he's saying it out loud.

"If I had a partner as sexy and vibrant as you, I can't imagine I could keep my hands off them."

Daulton placed the plate on the shelf and picked up another.

"Mom are you beyond getting horny?"

I took a deep breath.

"No, but we don't excite each other sexually anymore."

"Ya, that's what I was saying, we're not monogamous."

He again stared off into space, turned to me.

"Mom, if you're not satisfied, why not move on, get a divorce, or at least have an affair, get satisfied, be happy?"

He put that dish away and grazed his mom's wrist as she placed a large bowl in the rack.

His fingertips intentionally roamed up her forearm.

"Would you get sexually excited if I caressed your fine, smooth skin?"

I stood frozen, staring at the pot I was holding, pulse climbing while processing the weight of what my young son was actually suggesting.

He took one small step closer, our legs touching.

I set the pot down because my mind was reeling, processing my lewd feelings, my hand no longer felt steady.

"I know you are my mom but I notice you, you're body is more enticing than any girls my age. The mesmerizing way you move, the way you look when you don't think anyone's watching. I keep wondering what your skin feels like, it looks so soft and hot, I crave to run my fingers over your bare flesh. Just once, just a little to compare to younger girls."

Silence filled the kitchen; his words were destroying my reasons for reluctance.

The responsible answer was obvious; it sat right there on my tongue. All I had to do was say no and reinforce that incest was taboo, that line shouldn't be crossed but his touch already made my heart rate skyrocket.

I was still processing when I heard myself ask a different question.

"Where?"

His breathing changed.

"Right here, right now, let me feel the skin on your legs?"

He put down the dishtowel.

"I've been fantasizing about you for weeks. I desperately want to know what your skin feels like under my hands."

His confession was so specific it made heat crawl up my neck, it was the tipping point. I should have walked out of the kitchen; I should have told him this conversation was over, but I couldn't. I was more aroused than I'd been in months. I now craved to be touched as well.

I wiped my hands, leaned back against the counter, and gripped the edge of it with both hands.

"This is a bad idea; if your father..."

"Dad only leaves his recliner when it's time to go to bed; he always calls you to fetch his beer and snacks."

Daulton closed the remaining distance slowly, giving me ample time to stop him, I didn't. It had been years since anyone looked at me like he was. I could see the yearning in his eyes, the tension in his jaw and the way his pulse throbbed at the base of his throat.

His hands hovered near my hips without touching, my breath caught, anticipating his touch I felt a rush of excitement course through me.

He rested his palms on my hips, his breath hot on my neck, I shivered in anticipation of an earlobe nibble.

The sound he made was low and almost relieved as our cheeks touched.

Almost under his breath. "Just a little."

His hands slid lower, his palms warm and slightly unsteady settling on the bare flesh below my baggy shorts, on the outside of my thighs.

For a beat, he just held them there, breathing as if the reality of the contact needed time to register.

"Do you want me to continue?"

I inhaled sharply, gave the smallest nod.

He slid lower, moved behind my knees, then upward, learning the shape of me with a focus that made my stomach pull tight.

When his thumbs reached the hem of my shorts, he paused. His hands slid higher, tentative, slipped under the fabric, slowly upward, over the curve of my ass, to cup my bum.

"Mmmm,"

A gentle squeeze made me moan and he hesitated a beat. I gasped my heart pounding, I couldn't have told him to stop, that squeeze awakened sleeping nerve sensors. I would become the aggressor if he didn't continue.

"Your skin is so smooth and warm, just like I expected, I sense your excitement."

His contact remained careful, he parted my cheeks, a finger brushed across my wrinkled skin, almost reverent, I quivered, it went under and lightly grazed my lips. The effect on my body was anything but calm, I shivered, my knees weakened, my nipples stiffened and I secreted even more.

He drifted down, fingers delicately caressed the back of my legs.

Butterflies fluttered in my belly, my breathing turned shallow, my eyes closed as he massaged the erogenous area behind my knees.

Daulton sank to his knees, the new position let him roam both hands down over my calves to my ankles.

He had my body buzzing, I felt his breath on my thighs, I glanced down, his face was close, right there, if I arched at all, my crotch would be in contact.

His nose barely an inch away, he inhaled audibly.

"I can smell your excitement."

He brushed his nose against the centre of my shorts, wiggled in an attempt to part my camel toe, looked up at me, whatever he saw in my face made his eyes sparkle. His hands roamed all the way up to the edge of my shorts again.

He leaned down and pressed his mouth to the inside of my mid thigh. The kiss was soft, sensual, salacious, sinful; it sent an electrical current reverberating through me. He licked the length of his tongue higher, then kissed that spot, then licked a short distance higher and kissed again, then higher. Each contact was deliberate, as if he were mapping every place he had stared at for weeks.

By the time his mouth reached the tingling soft skin just below the hem of my shorts, I was teetering on the cusp.

He licked the crease of my upper thigh from my hip to my crotch, right next to my puffy mons pubis. He blew hot breath on my camel toe.

My hands moved from the counter to his head.

"Daulton, no, uh..." I had to stop him, another moment and I'd be wailing his name as I climaxed.

"Please, just a little taste, your scent is so enticing, much stronger than any girls I've gone down on, let me savor your flavor, I need to know."

His voice whiny, like he'd used since he could talk, to get his way.

He peered up at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Pleeeeze?"

He murmured, his cheek against my thigh, his breath going under my shorts, warm on my genitals.

I succumbed, my fingers entangled into his hair.

His fingers hooked into the bottom of my shorts and eased them aside. The cool air of the kitchen touched skin that was rarely uncovered. His warm breath, breathing heat against me, countered the coolness, he made a rough sound in his throat and kissed me firmly lips on lips. He gingerly sucked my labia into his mouth as he kneaded my bum.

His tongue flicked, the tentative careful version of this escapade disappearing fast, a wanton hunger taking over, my hips arched, head fell back, eyes closed, a helpless sound escaped me. That sound broke something open in both of us. He stopped sucking my fleshy flaps, stood up suddenly, took my face in his hands and kissed me fiercely. The kiss was hungry and unsteady, my secretions shared as his tongue urgently searched my mouth.

His hand slid inside the back of my shorts, gripping my bare ass pulling me against him so I could feel how hard he had gotten.

Daulton rocked against me, his thigh between mine.

"I know I said, just a little, I guess I lied, I got carried away, you are so damn sexy and I'm so horny I need to feel myself inside you."

I was in a similar state, I pulled him to me, feverishly kissed him back, grinding myself unabashed against his erection.

I murmured as I writhed.

"It's been far too long since I was this horny, yes I want your hardness to fill me."

He stepped back, breathing hard, hands flexing at his sides like he didn't trust himself to keep them off me.

He stated.

"Good, i felt, i tasted so I'm going to leave now, while I still can, a quickie won't quench either of us, we don't want dad to catch us fornicating."

He left, I was leaning against the counter panting, horny as fuck. The kitchen smelled like sex, it was me, wetter than ever, I definitely wanted him to continue, I was beyond caring if we got caught.

He paused at the doorway, glanced back.

"Maybe tomorrow, you should know I'm not going to stop wanting to fuck you." He grinned mischievously. "I know you want it too."

"I do, so don't leave me hanging."

Then he was gone. I stayed leaning against the counter for a long time afterward, pulse still racing, the ghost of his hands and mouth still alive on my skin.

Was this his plan all along, tease me, make so frikkin horny?

I needed relief, as I passed them in the living room.

I'm going to shower."

Licking my lips, staring seductively at Daulton, leaving it linger as an invitation.

I went directly to my bedroom, hurriedly undressed, got my 7" suction cup dildo to take into the shower.

I was so damn horny I sat on the toilet, stretched out my legs, and plunged the fake phallus fully in, I started cumming immediately. My left hand was a blur on my clit as I fervently thrusted the dildo with my right. I had to bite the meaty part of my left hand to stifle my wails as I gave myself a massive multiple.

***

Next A. M.

I donned a halter top and short skirt, no underclothes, I intended to continue last nights sinful encounter with Daulton.

I was at the counter buttering toast when Daulton arrived.

He pressed up behind me.

"Dad gone to work?"

"Yup, he mentioned he had a full day booked, even called Gerry to help."

His hands wrapped around my waist; one went up and squeezed my boob, one went down. I moaned, ecstatic that he also wanted to continue where we let off last night.

His hand went under my skirt, between my thighs and slid a finger through my wet slit. He turned me, I gasped as his hands aggressively gripping the smooth skin of my ass as his hungry mouth ravaged my neck.

He possessively pulled me to him, wantonly my hips bucked to meet his, the raw carnal act stripped away all pretense only our primal need remained as we ground together.

With an animalistic growl he hiked me onto the counter, lowered his sweats, widened my knees, and without any preliminaries, plunged between my dripping labia, his massive cock stretching me open.

I lowered my halter top, wrapped my legs around him and pulled his face to my tit.

A deep shove, a slight pause and then a slow slide almost out, repetitively continuing a methodical pace, metronome like, sensual, brutally efficient, while lovingly mouthing and massaging my boobs.

"Your cunt feels even better than I anticipated, soft, snug and so damn hot."

His vulgarity added to the sinful nature of our fornication.

I forgot how rock hard a young man's cock is, I raked my nails along his back leaving red streaks urging him on as the feral pleasure consumed us both.

"Oh, gawd Daulton, you feel so damn good, I'm cumming already."

My orgasm was intense and once my vaginal muscles contracted around him and I quivered, he went wild, shorter, hard quick strokes. I was still vibrating when he held deep, grunted, and twitched, filling my cunt with spurts of warm cream.

He immediately dropped to his knees and with unabashed enthusiasm began noisily slurping, licking our combined juices.

My swollen labia had never been so sensitive, nobody ever gnawed my pussy so soon after an orgasm. His oral proficiency kept me climaxing for several minutes.

When Daulton rose. "Wow, incredible." I huffed and he hugged me tenderly and we kissed intimately.

We exchanged several compliments while I cooked him bacon and eggs.

Watching him eat, I savored my coffee, relished in the blissful aftermath, remaining horny anticipating more.

"Daulton, it's now me that's not going to stop wanting you." I grinned mischievously. "I know you want more too."

He was still eating when I heard the dryer buzzer, I forgot I started a load of laundry before breakfast.

I ruffled his hair and kissed the back of his neck as I passed him heading for the laundry room.

A few minutes later I returned with a basket of clothes to fold.

Daulton took the basket from me, dropped it beside the door, lifted my arms, pinned me against the wall. His body rocked between my thighs, his pelvis ground against my crotch, his junk rubbing my pussy through the fabric of our clothes. A forceful, ravenous, steamy French kiss.

Aggressively grinding his cock against my vulva, the salacious dirty friction driving me wild. I whimpered, his dark animalistic dominance, boosted my lustful hunger to surge even greater.

"Take me Daulton, fuck me like you did in your wildest fantasy."

His right hand roamed under my top, palm cupped my breast, fingers tweaking my protruding sensitive nipple.

He dropped his sweats, allowing his erection freedom, raised my skirt, pressed against me.

He elevated my right leg, guided his shaft between my soaked lips, and wedged me open, and sunk fully.

"Oh, my gaawd, sooo gguu-uuud!"

It was exquisite, my walls throbbed and I was instantly spiraling towards an orgasm.

"Oh, fuck yes, take me, ram me."

We slid to the floor, me on top of him, a tangle of limbs and lust. He teasingly circled my areoles with his tongue and rolled my nipples between his teeth, his hands helping my momentum riding him.

Our skin soon became sweat slick and our combined thrusting made slapping sounds that mixed with my incessant moans and panting.

My hands roamed his sweat drenched chest and abs feeling his firm, powerful muscles, the heat of my desire burning through me like a fever.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex when I clenched my butt muscles and writhed on him, we climaxed simultaneously.

We tremored and gasped, quivered and panted, bucked, and sighed for several beats.

It was erotic euphoria, I mashed my mouth to his and our tongues swirled feverishly.

Laying there in my son's warm embrace, relishing in afterglow, I had revelation, a change in thinking.

"Daulton, you've reawakened my libido, made me happy, you also made me think about my marriage."

I snuggled to his chest.

"I've not been happy, nor satisfied for far too long, so why not move on, I'm going to tell Don tonight I want a divorce."

I wrapped my fingers around his sticky soft shaft, nuzzled his neck.

"That means there will be a vacancy in my bed."