Son Catches Mom

Emily entered kicking off her heels, hung up her sweater, placed her purse and keys on the table by the front door, turned to see her husband sitting on the sofa.

"Why are you home so early?"

"I didn't go to work today," Doug replied, taking a sip of beer before setting it on the coffee table.

"Come here and sit-down Emily, I've got something important to say."

Concerned, I walked over and sat next to him, he twisted slightly to look at me.

"I've taken this week off to get several things done, I've rented an apartment and I moved my stuff there today."

I had a stunned expression.

Doug went on.

"We both know we've grown apart over the years. Remember a couple years back, when our bedroom activities became rather routine and we discussed ways to spice things up.

I asked you to explore, our friends agreed to swap, but you declined and became even more complacent towards sex."

Another swig of his beer.

"Emily, it shouldn't come as a shock to you; we haven't had sex in nearly two years; you quizzed me whether I was having an affair and I'm prepared to confess I have."

I asked.

"Do I know her, and how long have you been sleeping with her?"

"No, you wouldn't know her, I met Paula when I was car shopping, this weekend will be our one-year anniversary."

He picked up his beer took a chug,

"In fact, that's why I got an apartment, she's moving in with me to commemorate our first anniversary."

He drained his beer.

"I haven't been working out of town like I told you, the company didn't send me anywhere, I was sleeping at Paula's on those occasions."

I remained calm and casual but inside I was ecstatic that he'd found someone and was moving out.

I bit my tongue about my past and thought it best not to tell him about my secret life; this didn't seem like the time to reveal the truth; it wouldn't make any difference.

I did a quick flashback to how we got to this point; he did offer to swap with our friends but for me it was slightly different than his perception.

Back then he wasn't satisfying me sexually and my attempts to teach him failed, he didn't change so I went looking, long before he offered to swap.

I started an online profile, I had several afternoon delights, one nighters, and a few flings.

I discovered the immense pleasure I derived from threesomes and for the past year had been hooking up with married couples at least once a week.

I kept it a secret all this time, no need to tell him, I'd maintain the ruse, if he caught me so be it, we'd deal with it then.

Doug took a deep breath.

"I went to the bank and signed over the house, also the lawyers and started divorce proceedings. We don't need to waste money on lawyers, I'm leaving you the house, all I want is to move on, start fresh without conflict."

Playing along as if I didn't know what to do.

"You're walking away from 20 years of marriage for someone you met a year ago?"

I went into the kitchen for a beer, Doug followed.

"Yes, Emily, my connection with Paula is stronger than anything I ever felt with you; sex with her is even better than what we had in our early years. Emily, you're an alluring woman, but you need to relax your inhibitions, be less of a prude, you really need to explore the joy of sex."

I chuckled to myself, reached for a beer, and saw the bottle of wine, changed my mind, and grabbed the wine.

Doug leaned against the counter.

"Your indifference to sex was the main reason we stopped loving each other and why I looked elsewhere."

Doug gave me a hug, kissed my forehead.

"Emily, I wish you the best, I truly hope you find someone that makes you happy."

He walked out.

I wasn't broken; I knew it was eventually going to happen.

He was right, we had grown apart, we no longer needed to pretend.

He obviously had no idea I'd moved on years ago but couldn't afford to live alone, so I stayed and started a secret life.

He was so wrong about my inhibitions; I never had inhibitions towards sex; I just simply gave up on him; he didn't meet my needs I found others that did.

I took the bottle of red wine and a goblet to the sofa to ponder what's next.

I poured a glass took a sip, lifted my top, and removed my bra, with a sigh of relief, tossed them across to the armchair.

Another sip and I settled into the corner of the sofa with thoughts about how alone I'd be when Ryan moves out.

Ryan, our 20-year-old son was still living in the basement, in his second year of college, he'd told me at breakfast he was going out after his football game today and likely not coming home.

I ordered take-out, was on my second glass of wine, pondering, should I sell the house and move into a small apartment?

Should I begin looking for a compatible companion?

Male or female?

Oooo, maybe I could become a third in a throuple, sell the house and move in with them?

No, I preferred the idea of no routine in my sex life, I enjoyed my abundance of diverse sexual encounters, every couple seemed to refresh my desires.

Every escapade had some element of newness.

I felt a twinge in my loins at that thought and considered calling Blair and Valerie. They were the couple Doug first arranged to swap with, little did he know we'd been secretly fucking occasionally ever since, without him.

I decided to first check my AFF page, opened my laptop, I had 4 messages and 3 notifications.

One was from the middle-aged couple curious to explore, I had been recently chatting with, I authored a request to meet.

'Husband moved out, there's room in my bed for 2 more, I have a gap that needs filling, do you know anyone that might be interested?'

They weren't online, so I set my laptop on the coffee table.

Food arrived, I ate and drank, the wine bottle began to empty as I pondered my future.

I recalled what my husband of 22 years said earlier; 'relax your inhibitions, explore the joy of sex and find someone to make you happy'.

I chuckled at his naivety; he had no idea I already found the joy of sex and discovered one person couldn't make me happy.

I decided to start right away to enjoy my freedom, I picked up my laptop.

I changed my AFF profile to 'divorced' and sent requests to everyone I'd been chatting with, then scrolled my 'new matches.'

There were several posts that got my juices flowing, so much so that I went to my dresser and got out a slim chrome vibrator and an 8"realistic black dildo.

I dug under my winter sweaters and rifled through the several porn movies that we'd bought years ago, one of our first attempt to try and spice things up.

I chose my favorite, an FFM threesome with a black man.

***

Meanwhile my son Ryan was in a bar across town celebrating the win over the only undefeated team in the league with a few teammates.

"Ryan, congratulations on player of the game, a new personal best for yards, and carrying for 2 touchdowns. You get to choose, buy a round, or have everyone buy you a drink."

"Thanks J. J. but you get credit for the win too, 2 endzone catches, it was a great game."

We did the chest bump, man hug, slapping each other on the back.

"Well, there's seven of you, so of course I'd prefer to have 4 beers and 3 shots rather than buy seven beverages."

It was near midnight, Ryan was tipsy, he took an Uber home as he figured he was too drunk to walk, let alone drive.

He went around to the back of the house because he wanted to grab a couple bottles of water from the fridge before going to his room downstairs.

As he got to the patio doors, he saw the blue glow, the TV was still on, so he quietly opened the sliding door, expecting his parents to be watching a movie and hoping to get a water and get downstairs without being interrogated.

He got the water and before opening the basement door he saw it was a porn playing, he couldn't see anyone in the other room.

He instantly got a stiffy watching the MFF threesome action on the screen.

Thinking mom and dad must have gotten a little bit excited, became too promiscuous to turn the TV off before heading to bed.

Ryan decided to watch a bit.

A Black man was propped up against the headboard; he was fondling the breasts of a well-endowed blonde gal leaning back against him while a redhead was dining at the 'Y.'

Ryan unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, released his hard-on and began finger and thumb stroking it. He wriggled his hips and the denim fell to his ankles, he kicked them aside and moved towards the sofa, eyes riveted to the T. V. screen, fist squeezing and stroking his erection.

When he rounded the end of the couch, he saw his mom stretched out, naked, left leg bent against the back of the sofa, right foot on the floor, left hand twisting her dark brown stiff nipples.

Breathing hard, leisurely gliding a humming, silver toy through her lips and around her clit, a quick dip in and out of her pussy making slurping, squishing sounds, then back to buzz on her pearl.

Ryan wasn't a virgin, second year of college, and a star football player, he'd bedded a few of the cheerleaders, several willing classmates and even nameless football fans, some under the bleachers, some shared in the locker room after a game.

They were all young and nubile, he was peering down, ogling his mom, she wasn't a youthful hard body, she looked softer, sexier, much more alluring.

She was splayed out, tempting, she peered up at Ryan with a lustful, hungry expression.

Ryan wasn't sure what to say or do and just stood there, cock in hand, eyes wide and mouth agape.

I pulled the secretion slick vibrator out, which created a slurping sound, dropped it on the floor, outstretched my arms, and waggled my fingers beckoning Ryan to me.

"C'mere Ryan, your dad moved out today, he called me a prude, told me I needed to change my sexual inhibitions."

Ryan was horny as hell, he couldn't turn down such a salacious invitation, he let go of his erection and yanked his shirt over his head and moved between his mother's outstretched legs.

"Uh, I don't have a condom."

"No need, I had my tubes tied years ago."

He settled between my thighs; my hand positioned his cockhead to where the toy had been. Hot, hard like steel, blunt, promising, I rubbed his tip against my clit, moaned, then nudged his hardness to my entrance and arched up.

"Mom, you're so much hotter and wetter than the gals I've been with."

My hands went to his muscular firm buttocks and pulled him to me so his nob wedged in.

"Ryan, don't call me mom right now," I managed in a panting voice.

Ryan writhed, just his purplish nob entered my pulsing pussy, barely in, paused.

I twerked quickly, making his cockhead bob in and out of my sopping wet opening, stimulating the abundant amount of tingling nerve receptors located at my entrance.

"What should I call you?"

I pulled his face to me, kissed him hard.

"Just fuck me like your favorite girl."

He wedged in, slow, tentative, filling me inch by inch, his girth and youthful hardness was exquisite.

He pushed deep, sunk until I felt his balls touch my perineum. I tightened my vaginal muscles to squeeze him.

He slowly withdrew until only his tip kept him in position without needing guidance to return.

He remained motionless, peered at me with dark eyes.

In a teasing voice and mischievous grin Ryan asked.

"Tell me how much you want this."

I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, hands on his shoulder blades.

"Oh, my gawd Ryan fuck me, I want it bad."

I had been playing for over an hour; I desperately desired a climax.

Groaning, writhing in anticipation, arching to him, nails raking his back, urging him on.

"I want your awesome thick, hard cock plunging feverishly in my cunt, make me moan and beg and keep going until you fill me with your jizz."

I thrust up to him, tightened my cunt muscles.

"I want you to fuck me until I scream."

I growled and bit his shoulder.

Ryan started slow, and sensual, maintained a methodical pace and occasionally an extra forceful jab to mash our pubic bones together.

"Oh, gaawwd yesss." I moaned, matching his rhythm.

I was close and needy, I bucked wildly, too aggressive, he came out, the sensation of his corona exiting damn near finished me but made me more wanton.

Gasping, I hastily reached down, rubbed his nob over my clit several times, pushing me to the precipice before guiding him back in.

"Do it, fuck me fast and furious, I'm right there. Fuck me, Ryan."

I clawed his back, clenching my muscles.

He stopped.

"Say it MOM, beg me MOM."

Holy shit, I was on the cusp, my internal vibrations already started and my son is teasing me, making me beg, hot damn it was wild.

"Ryan, please, I want your big hard cock ramming in my soaking cunt, fuck me, I'mm cumming, hurreee; paahh, aahh, aahhllleeze."

My desire and need escalated even further as he did that barely in, nob bobbing as he attempted to pinch my clit with his right hand and he harshly twisted and tugged my nipples.

"Oh fuuu-uuuck!"

My eyes rolled back, my body tingling, my orgasm began.

He resumed, repeating his deep shove in, a slight pause and then almost out, our rhythm synched. Each stroke and thrust, demonstrated brutal efficiency, I was quivering, my body overcome with sensations.

He was good, way better than most men, I only wish I had a cunt to eat while he pounded me.

That sent me spiralling, my nails left red streaks on his back, writhing, heaving, my hips rose to meet him, when he bottomed out, I groaned.

"Yes, Ryan, fuck me, uh huh, just like that, I, I'mm cuuu-uuumming."

I clawed his back, bucked, bit his shoulder, let out an animal like growl as his feral plunging pleasure consumed me.

He quickened his pace, the sweat began as he pumped into me, relentless in an insatiable need for his release.

I trembled beneath him, my body tightening, my breath came in ragged gasps.

He thrust harder and faster; I clamped on tight; he grunted both our bodies stiffened; I was in the midst of a marvelous multiple.

We both froze, quivering, panting, trembling, locked together in the most forbidden way possible.

My internal muscles clenching unconsciously as his sweat-soaked body spasmed sporadically on top of mine.

My son was no longer a boy, he had become a man, a man with a decent sized rock-hard cock that I craved to feel more of.

"Holleeee fuck Ryan, that was damn good. You were great."

Ryan was still hard, I squeezed him tight, my pulsing pussy muscles milking his boner.

I wasn't done; he hadn't quenched my thirst; it was an awesome appetizer.

"I want more." I kissed him feverously.

"Me too." He growled and he elevated my ankles.

He became a beast, well, an excellent balance of gentleman and beast.

Short jabs, just his head, corona rubbing through my entrance, quickly building my peak to a breaking point.

A sheen of sweat covered his young muscular body, my fingers mapping his muscles.

Steady increase of pace and depth, he fucked me like a ravenous dog in heat.

"My sexy horny mother, loves my cock in her cunt, doesn't she?"

His dirty talk was something new, it had a profound effect on me, a claiming, dominate vibe, extremely enticing and intoxicating.

I peered up at him full of lust.

"I sure as fuck do, you have a fantastic cock and you definitely know how to use it."

Relentless, sweaty skin slapping, squishing sounds mixed with panting permeated the room, adding to our incestual carnal activities.

"Fuck your mom Ryan, make your wanton mother cum."

I undulated frantically; my climax started.

Fornicating like lovers reunited after a long absence, until I was shaking, clenching, groaning.

"Fuck your slutty mother, bang her hard."

I had several sensational peaks, each time I was on the cusp, he changed positions, keeping my teetering for well more than 1/2 hour.

I'd never considered most of the positions he put me in and a bit surprised I was flexible enough.

I was upside down, head on the floor, looking up at his scrotum, my back against the sofa, he was standing in front of me, holding my ass cheeks wide.

His right thumb rubbing the puckered flesh of my anus, left hand jiggling my clit.

His cock pounding downward into my pulsing pussy.

He invaded my back door with his thumb, that exciting invasion triggered my explosion, a mere moment and it was plunging furiously in my anus.

Sensational, a tumultuous orgasm ripped through me like summer thunderstorm, bright flashes, and vibrating quaking.

My muscles clenched hard, a rush of heat flooded out, my eyes rolled back, face contorted, I trembled in waves beneath him.

It must have been a beat; I possibly blacked out.

"Are you ok?" He quizzed.

Gasping I responded.

"I'm ok, oh my fucking gawd, that was so damn good!"

He exited both gaping holes and helped me up, leaning back on the sofa.

We embraced and kissed; he cupped my sensitive boobs and delicately nibbled a nipple.

"Good, I'm far from done, I've still got a load of sperm for you."

"Mmmm, that sounds great, let's move to the bedroom."

I pushed him onto the bed, mounted him, starting with slow hip rolls at first, savoring the fullness as I writhed, then full length strokes, revelling every inch of the slide, feeling the friction as I rose and fell, steady, deeper, harder, quicker.

I moaned wantonly, his hands skillfully fondling my tits, his hips bucked to meet mine, the raw animalistic act stripped away all pretense, only our basic primal needs mattered as we ground genitals together.

I leaned way back, found the angle that hit my magical spot, making me buck wilder, groan louder, he repeated precise pokes, over and over, building our ravenous hunger.

Caught in a whirlwind of lust, unable to escape the relentless pull of the longing, pushed to the point of no return, savoring every second of the exquisite torture. Deliciously torn between the sweet agony of that inevitable end and the sinful hope that it lasts just a bit longer.

My moans turned to whimpering cries, I slowed, he hastened.

He rolled us over, taking control, claiming me.

I arched my body to him, my hips elevated, a hypnotic rhythm, welcoming the beautiful brutal pace of his thrusts as he ravaged my body, we moved in perfect harmony, primal synchronization.

Ryan groaned my name.

"Juleeahh."

My real name, and it sounded beautiful, he thrust twice more, hard, and followed me to euphoria, hips jerking, dick twitching, spilling his seed deep inside me.

We stayed like that, sweaty, tangled, breathing each others air, until the shaking stopped and normal breathing returned.

Afterward, he didn't exit, he held me, kissed my forehead, whispered.

"I love you, Mom."

Those words shot through me with a sobering chill.

I didn't know what came next, would guilt arrive?

Regret?

Fear?

In that moment of anguish, he wrapped his arms around me, with his heartbeat against mine,

"I've wanted to fuck you, the ultimate display of love."

I felt a strange, terrifying peace.

Then it dissipated, I totally dismissed the taboo stigma of incest, of course we loved each other and this was indeed how to show it.

There's no shame in sharing love the best way possible.

I snuggled closer.

"I love you too son, and I would not want it any other way."

I kissed him intimately.

***

When I woke the next morning, his eyes were lovingly peering at me, the corners of his mouth curved upwards.

"Mom, you look extremely sexy, even with your hair dishevelled and tangled from sweaty sex."

I swear a lump caught in my throat, I couldn't speak, his words evoked tears.

I lifted my trembling hand and laid it on his cheek.

My eyes closed as he kissed me, soft, tentative at first, a light brush of lips, seemingly asking permission, unsure if intimacy would be accepted this morning.

I slipped my tongue past his lips and caressed the back of his neck.

He kissed down my neck, across my collarbone, then took one stiff nipple between his lips, sucked gently, then harder.

His hand slid lower, grazed across my belly, through my trimmed pubes.

"Oh, gawd Ryan, you're good."

My left leg came up and rested on his hip; his hand slithered between my thighs.

I was already quite wet down there and as his fingers edged my soaked and swollen sensitive vertical lips, I bowed into his tender touch.

"Gawd, Ryan, you sure know what you're doing, how does someone so young become so skilful?"

"Experience, being a college football star helps, I have gals coming on to me, I can't go anywhere on campus without getting hit on and watching online tutorials."

He gasped when my fingers enclosed around his soft shaft, squeezed, and stroked, stiffening his erection as I tenderly tugged.

He circled my tiny kernel with slow, perfect pressure, my breath hitched, I rolled my hips like I'd been waiting years for that contact.

An elongated moan escaped as I arched to his hand and I tightened our embrace.

I was well on my way to euphoria again, his fingers slipped between my lower lips as his tongue parted my upper, he explored my mouth and I shivered, something unique flooded me.

My insistent handiwork had Ryan rock hard, my thumb smeared the oozing precum over his highly sensitive nob.

I fluidly repositioned so I was straddling him, hovered, and provocatively rubbed his hardon through my soaked, smooth, inner flaps, teasingly tapping his nob on my clit.

His hands covered my boobs and kneaded delightfully.

I guided his rigid rod to where his fingers just were, his pecker pressed past my labia and wedged me open, my eyes rolled back and I groaned as I leisurely lowered, his massive member filling me magnificently.

I took a brief pause, made a deliberate circular motion, making sure I wasn't missing out on any of his solid shaft.

I began a sloth like, hip rolling steady stroke.

Ryan surged upward, placed both palms on my bare waist, slid higher, skimmed along my curves, to cup my breasts with a reverence that made me groan his name.

Thumbs brushed my pebbled areoles, gently rolled my taut nipples.

His mouth found mine again, as he rolled me over, we kissed through the build, sloppy and desperate.

Adjusting his angle as he stroked, knowing exactly how to stimulate my G.

His hands went under my bum a finger injected past my sphincter.

I came hard, sudden, my warm wet walls pulsing around my son's dick, my back arching off the mattress.

Snarling his name.

Still trembling, he flipped me over, elevated my butt, parted my cheeks and with a firm shove injected himself fully up my ass in one tremendously thrilling thrust.

"GGGEEEE-EEEE-UUUHHH-UUUUZZZZ!"

Only a few furious deep strokes and he grunted, twitched, and jerked, hands gripping my glutes, one more powerful plunge forced me flat on the bed.

He lifted his upper body and with another grunt, drove even deeper.

Held firm, deep until he finished, then with a loud gasp, rolled aside.

We were both panting and sweaty.

I was staring at the ceiling, revelling in the blissful aftermath, satiated.

My son has made me aware that young cock is harder and more likely to be attached to an energetic, enthusiastic, athletic body, capable of stamina far exceeding what I'd come accustomed to.

I need to change my AFF profile again, I prefer threesomes but I should offer myself to young couples. Young horny men, with hard bodies and rock-hard rods and curious women who are eager, wanting guidance to better sex.

"What now Mom?"

"Well, your dad's moved out, there's room in my bed, "I'm open to sharing it with you."

He put his arm under me, rolled me to him.

"Were you aware dad was cheating?"

I snuggled in my head against his chest I toyed with his tiny nipple.

"I suspected but really didn't care; in our early years I tried to teach him how to better make love to me as he didn't satisfy me. He was complacent so I moved on years ago."

I rested my right leg across his.

"You're dad was totally oblivious to me having an online profile, I was cheating on him long before he was."

I twisted to kiss Ryan's cheek.

"I prefer threesomes."

"Threesomes, eh?"

Ryan's voice became excited.

"Mom, my best friend J. J. has commented more than once that you're a MILF, I think you'd enjoy him."

I was twirling Ryan's pubes in my fingers; I imagined the feeling of 2 young cocks DPing me.

I got a jolt of excitement, meandered my fingers down to pet his penis.

"Mmmm, I've never done a two-man threesome, have you?"

"I've never done any threesomes; I've done gang bangs and orgies at frat parties."

Two young studs, I conjured several scenarios, the thought had me excitedly desirous.

"Do I know J. J.?"

I lightly scraped my fingernails around Ryan's corona.

Ryan's arm under my neck, curled, his fingers massaged my right boob.

"The starting wide receiver."

His finger roused my nipple; my fingers were creating a stiffening response also.

"The tall muscular Black guy?"

Ryan rolled onto his side.

"Yes."

My thoughts raced, a big black boner, mmm hmmm, my mouth watered, my loins twitched.

His tongue flicked my sensitive nipple; a finger slipped between my velvety flaps and wiggled my pearl.

"Mmmm, I love the tender way you touch me; I enjoy anal, never done a DP, I'm interested."

I arch to him.

"Does JJ live at home?"

Ryan slips two fingers in and his thumb rubs my nub.

"He's from Texas, here on a scholarship, lives in the dorm."

I curl my fingers around and squeeze his woody.

"Invite him over for a home cooked meal, but don't mention anything about my intentions to fuck him."

I eagerly tug on Ryan's rod, envisioning how large JJ's big black dick might be.

With an animalistic growl Ryan positioned himself tween my thighs, plunged his entire massive cock between my dripping labia, stretching me, filling me, I gasped, head falling back, my hands gripped my tits and my legs wrapped around his waist.

As Ryan profusely pounded, I wondered if he might have a bit of jealousy and I could create a bit of competitiveness between him and JJ.

"OHH GAA--AAWWD RYAAAN, SOOO GUUU-UUUD!"

"UHH HUH, FUUU-UUCK YOOOO MAMMMMAAAAH!"

***

We never dressed; we ordered take out.

Ryan was taking a shower, I changed my AFF Profile, 'Tigress' an insatiable, bisexual, sexy 40-year-old seeking discreet happily married couples seeking fun times without commitment.

ALSO seeking young couples desiring an experienced milf to teach them.

CAUTION: Have been accused of leaving claw and bite marks.