Becoming The Boys' Bitch - Ch. 02

Chapter 2 - A Son's Seed

Author's note: As with the first chapter, while this story is about incest, there are also depictions/descriptions of an open or swinger-ish lifestyle so if that bugs you, I wouldn't read this. All characters depicted are 18 or older, and as it should be obvious this is entirely fictional. Enjoy.

Well. It happened. I swallowed my son's cum. I put my mouth on his dick and sucked his seed out of him, gulping it down. I hadn't meant to, it wasn't on purpose. I kept telling myself I hadn't meant to. I had been stroking him, to relieve his pent up drive, but also to reward him for finishing his catch-up schoolwork a day early, and in the heat of the moment I realized I didn't have anything to clean his nut up with and so obviously the only sensible solution was to just let my own son, the young man that I had grown in my very own body a bit over 18 years ago, to just empty his balls right into my mouth. How practical. Entirely pragmatic.

God I loved it. I loved having cum in any hole, and I had yet to meet a load I didn't like the taste of. But my son's might have been the best I'd ever tasted. And I'd tasted more than a few in my time. Though happily married to Greg, father of my son, for 20 years, we had never been monogamous. I needed too much dick, he needed too much pussy, and it just wouldn't be fair to insist the other be the exclusive provider of that need. Until this very week, we had kept to one rule, that he couldn't fuck another woman's ass, and that I wouldn't let another man fuck mine. We kept that for each other, and it helped keep us grounded while we went off to get what we wanted from whomever we wanted. I had let him break that this week. Told Greg he could fuck Melanie's ass, a 24-year old sexy, successful saleswoman that was into older men and had enjoyed my husband a half dozen times before their current trip.

Had I offered up her backdoor as a payment for him being willing to let me take care of our son's need the only way either of us had come up with? Sure. Had I insisted he trash her tush to make him horny enough to accept my crazy plan? Certainly, men think with their balls most of the time anyway so what's wrong with putting that to use? Had I instructed him to shoot his load up her chute, breaking my one rule for him, knowing I was going to be breaking that same rule with our boy by the end of the week? Definitely not. Absolutely not. How could you accuse me of such a thing? I refused to consider the possibility.

I wanted more. I wanted him to cum again. I wanted it to fill my mouth. I didn't stop sucking even though he had stopped shooting. I felt his whole body twitch, my tongue teasing his overstimulated prick until his nerves calmed down. Settling in, willing to take however much time it needed, I went at his cock with a constant pace. I was stroking his balls with my right hand, using that light touch I knew my husband loved and that I had discovered he enjoyed as well. My left hand was roaming his body, relishing the feel of his firm muscles, the lithe tone of a reasonably in-shape teenager. He didn't go "for gains," but he and his friends did frequent the gym, so he didn't have much fat on him at all. I realized I might have to reassess my assumption they mostly went for the view.

"M-mom. Ahh" was all he could get out.

I didn't respond, just continued my rhythmic up-down on his beautiful penis. It was bigger than his father's, longer by about 2 inches I guessed, so I had to work a little harder to take the entire length. It wasn't the biggest dick I'd ever throated, but if it were much larger I would have to be in a different position to let it slide in. As it was I just had to focus on relaxing my throat muscles and suppressing that gag reflex every time his thick head popped back into it, breathing through my nose when I came up off it, and not choking on my own saliva.

"Ohh wow mom. If - ahh fuck - please don't stop. I wanna cum again."

That's my boy. God I loved hearing that. Of course he wanted to cum again. Aside from being a horny teen boy he was his father's son, and mine of course, and neither of us had gone more than a couple days without someone else getting us off in the more than 20 years we'd been married. The need to cum clearly ran in the family. In fact it had been so bad for Gregory Jr. that after he and his girlfriend had split, he had struggled so hard to focus on school that his grades tanked to the point he may have risked graduating. After some negotiation with his teachers, and the aforementioned negotiation with my husband, we had set up the plan to get him back on track. He would work over spring break on a hefty packet of assignments to get caught up and to boost his grades sufficiently to graduate - provided he stayed on his game the rest of the semester - and I would help him focus by jerking him off a few times a day. That had been the plan. Jerk him off. But my husband knew me. When I texted him Monday with a picture of a cum-soaked rag he asked if I had tasted our son's semen yet. He knew that was inevitable. Maybe he knew the rest of this was inevitable before I had even admitted it to myself.

So everything had gone exactly according to plan, with nothing but medically-necessary handjobs for my son to get him through his work, which he had finished a day early. Which is why he had just finished in my mouth. And was about to again.

"Mom I'm gonna cum, oh god I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Yeah, fuck, suck it out!"

That was the most assertive he had been so far, the dirtiest talk. It really had mostly been fairly straightforward until that point. Sure I had let him look at my tits a few times while I stroked him, sure I had put some porn on for our evening sessions, and a few times he had given some more specific direction on things to do to make it feel even better. This was more than that. It was so hot. My pussy was absolutely aching. Aching for his cock. For his seed to fill me up.

Pressing a finger back against his taint like he liked I had to back off his cock a little, otherwise I knew I would choke on his cum. This was his third load of the day, and at least the 10th just since Monday, but I knew my boy's balls by this point and they would not fail to produce a monster load. My left hand stopped its meandering of his sexy body and grabbed the base of his prick, pumping it up and down rapidly to jerk him into my mouth. I kept the suction applied, kept my tongue swirling around his swollen head as it pulsed, pumping another load into my mouth.

I closed my eyes and just focused on the feeling of his warm goo flooding my mouth. I was right, it was no smaller than the load he had just shot mere minutes before into my throat. I let it fill my mouth, coating my tongue, until finally I was at risk of letting it seep out of my lips. We couldn't have that. I gulped. His hot seed dropped into my belly, before a final shot splattered the roof of my mouth. Breathing hard through my nose, I opened my eyes and looked up at him, dick splitting my lips. He was breathing heavily too, mouth open, panting like a dog. I waited until his eyes opened, those sweet blue eyes of his, before squeezing the base of his rod and pushing the remnants of his nut up and out into my mouth, then swallowed a final time.

I finally pulled my mouth off with an obscene wet pop and a gasp. Our eyes were still locked on each others' as I wiped my mouth off on the back of my hand, skin now glistening mostly with saliva but probably a little bit of his cum too. I... wanted more? I wanted to keep going. I wanted to have my son cum in my mouth over and over again. I wanted it as much because he would feel good as because of my own proclivities. Considering his father's "abilities," his own previous statement that he usually masturbated multiple times a day, and our experience this week that he could easily get off three times a day with no decrease in his production... Well. Though he hadn't fucked me, and I was not getting ready to offer that yet, the final line in my mind had been crossed. My 18-year old son's sperm was in my stomach. What was the point in pretending? I wanted another load, he probably wanted to cum again. Why bother acting like we shouldn't both get what we want? His dick was still hard, though not completely. I guess twice in under five minutes will do that, even to a virile young man.

"Would you like to cum again honey?"

Again. Ask a dog if it wants a slice of cheese.

"Fuck yeah," he said, grabbing himself and pointing his dick at my face.

I smiled at his enthusiasm. Tempting to just go to town for another round but I had other thoughts. Plus I wanted to be more comfortable myself, rather than kneeling on the dining room floor next to the table. I stood up and reached a hand out to my son. Gregory took it and followed me into the living room. It didn't take a mother's special eyes on the back of her head to know he was staring at my ass. I could feel the gaze. Not to mention it was a good ass, and every man that saw it enjoyed the sight. We walked around in front of the couch and I turned and sat down on it, facing him standing there. Despite how much taller he was with me seated, his erection was pointed at my breasts rather than my mouth.

Biting my lip I leaned forward and grabbed my tits, squeezing them together around his rod, and started moving them up and down. He moaned softly and I looked up. He was staring at the fat tip of his cock disappearing between my breasts, then reappearing again. It was still slick with my spit, so it slid easily up and down.

"Is that good hon? You like mommy's tits?"

"Mmf, yeah mom. That feels so good. Your tits are awesome."

That wasn't the first time he'd said exactly that. Despite only being maybe 5 years younger than the youngest men I occasionally slept with, the fact that this sexy young man thought my tits were "awesome" was flattering. Not to mention that it was my son, at an age where nothing about mom is cool. I blushed but kept going, titfucking him. He was moaning quietly, keeping his hands at his sides. It occurred to me that my boobs were on his dick before he'd even felt them with his hands. Skipped second base and... well, considering this all started with hand-jobs, the baseball metaphors really didn't apply to the whole situation. We'd gone way out in left field from the start. Oh, maybe one did apply.

After a few minutes of just enjoying the feel of his hard rod between my soft breasts I asked him if he thought he would cum that way. He assured me he could, that he was actually getting kind of close, maybe another couple minutes. Though I hadn't really admitted it to myself, I had vowed no load of my son's would ever shoot outside of a willing hole again, unless it's what he wanted. I didn't delude myself that I was the only woman he would ever be with, but until he found another girl, I would make sure every ounce of sperm he produced found its place inside me.

"You can cum on my tits some other time," I assured him and his eyebrows went up excitedly at that prospect, "but for now, I need to swallow you again, taste you again. Would you like that?"

He nodded vigorously. I may not have been as flexible as I was at his age, but I was still pretty limber for 44. I scooted back on the couch and then flipped myself around so I was upside down, my ass up against the couch back, my back on the seat, and my head at the edge of it. There's that big piece. Right above my face. Woof.

I reached out and grabbed hold of his ass. Ooh it was firm. Pulling him towards me he took two little steps and his member rested on my face, balls on my forehead. He mostly smelled of spit and cum, but his balls had that slight musk that the down-under parts of a man gets. I grabbed his rod and stroked it, licking his balls a little, watching as they shifted up and down under the attention. I took a few deep breaths to relax myself.

"I want you to fuck my mouth."

I said it and then just opened my jaw, head leaning back so my throat was a straight line with my mouth. Just waiting.

"Oh shit," he said as he hurried to get himself into a position to do it.

Knees bent, he pointed his prick right at my waiting mouth and slid inside. He slid all the way inside. Eventually he would need to learn how to start slow, but I could handle it. And I couldn't blame him. Wave a piece of steak in front of a puppy and expect it to do anything other than wolf the steak down. He grabbed my chest, I suspected partially to support himself, but also because he just wanted to grab some tit. His hips started moving, fucking my mouth with his full 7.5 inches on each stroke. I just closed my eyes and let it happen, let him grope me with the clumsy hands of an inexperienced teenager, let him hump his mother's face. He was at least keeping a pretty steady pace, if a little rough, allowing me to time my breaths in and out when my esophagus wasn't blocked shut by my son's dick. It was stretching my throat open, I hadn't been throatfucked in a while. I hoped when he came he would pull back enough that I could taste it.

He did. With a few shouted "shit shit shit"'s he came, his hips stumbling in their rhythm, stopping only halfway in as his body tensed up, his balls pumping his fourth load of the day into my mouth. I opened my eyes, seeing how those balls were pulled tight up against his body. Fuck, I could see his cock swell just before each shot squirted into my mouth. It tasted just as good as it had the first time. And the second. Thick, sticky, salty and sweet. It made my throat tingle when I swallowed it. So warm. I was in a heaven I hadn't known existed.

Breathing hard he straightened his legs and pulled his dick out. I looked up and could just see his eyes to either side of that big pole. And the corners of his mouth. He was grinning. Gregory squeezed his base and I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth again and waited as he worked the last of his nut out of his cock and it dropped right back into the back of my throat. I had to close my mouth and swallow quickly to avoid choking, causing a little glob to land on my lips. I licked it up and greedily swallowed that too.

With a breathy "oof," I straightened myself upright on the couch and leaned back. I looked at my son, standing there with just his shirt on, penis sticking out in front of him. Not nearly as hard as before, maybe down at half mast and deflating a little with each heartbeat. He was wobbling a little, teetering back and forth.

"Did you like that honey?" I asked him, though I knew the answer.

"Yeah mom. That... that was amazing. I've... I've never done that before. That was fucking hot."

Though his face was flush from everything that had just happened, I saw it get a little redder with a blush.

"Good. I'm just glad it feels good."

"Yeah, it feels really good."

We were silent for a moment, me sitting naked on the couch, my son pantsless and half-erect in front of me, both just smiling in a daze at each other. I needed a break. I wasn't sure if he needed one, but I thought he should have one. Plus now I was extremely hungry and I figured he would be too. It's hard work making that much jizz, much less pumping it out. I stood up and stepped close to him, his dick pressing against my stomach. I could feel it starting to swell again. Mmf. Later you slut. I looked up at him. His eyes were so pretty.

"I really am proud of you honey," I said as I reached up to pat his cheek. "Now, I'm pretty hungry but absolutely do not feel like cooking. Chinese takeout?" He just nodded, not breaking eye contact with me. "I don't know if you have plans with your friends tonight, but I'm going to shower while we wait for dinner and then I was thinking..." Why did I hesitate? "I was thinking we could try and break your record tonight."

He groaned, and I definitely felt his cock twitch against my body then.

"Yeah mom," he said, his voice low and scratchy, mouth dry. "That'd be really cool."

"Ok, I'm gonna go shower. My card's in my purse on the kitchen counter, get me some veggie lo-mein. Unless you're too horny to focus on even that?" I smirked and reached down between us to squeeze his once-again throbbing erection.

Gregory grinned back at me but shook his head.

"Nah mom. I got it."

"Thanks honey. If I'm not back out when it gets here just come get me ok?"

He nodded and I walked away, leaving him with the tantalizing thought of seeing me in the shower. Again I could feel his eyes on my ass and I made sure to sway my hips a bit, exaggerate the motion. He had said his record was masturbating 7 times in one day, he had already cum 5 times, so that meant... I just needed to get him off 3 more times. Well. No biggie. I had a secret weapon up the sleeve I wasn't wearing. It wasn't really that secret, it was my pussy. I was going to get my son to fuck me silly. Maybe I'd get one more in the mouth first, just for the fun of it.

I texted Greg as I waited for the shower to get hot, letting him know how proud I was of Gregory, that he had finished all of his assignments a day early.

"Hey that's great! So what's he doing for the rest of the week?"

"Well tomorrow is really the only extra day. Not sure. Just ordered Chinese delivery, so I'm sure we'll discuss at dinner."

I tested the water temperature. Perfect. Phone buzzed. Damnit.

"Surprised you didn't say 'me'."

"GREG! :-O"

Shit. Did he know the whole time that is where it would end up? I didn't, or at least I didn't admit it to myself. I definitely didn't plan for it. I guess he knew me better than I knew myself. If I hadn't already been absolutely leaking between my thighs, his tacit approval of my son - his son - fucking me made me gush. I shook my head. Tacit isn't good enough. Greg and I are partners, and when it came to our sexual "outings" we kept nothing from each other. That's not to say we shared every sordid detail if the other wasn't present, but especially if we were doing something, or someone, new, we had clear discussions first. Generally. I suppose I had gone down on Gregory before truly getting the all clear from my husband.

"How would you feel if I had said that though?" I texted back.

His response was just a picture of his boner. From the background and bright sunlight he was sitting on the patio of the little bungalow we had initially rented for a family vacation. I saw the red tips of fingernails on his thigh, so I knew Melanie was there ready to get him sorted out. God what a horny family we all were. I was getting ready to say something else when I saw he was typing again.

"I don't think I want to hear details. Just tell me if it happens I guess."

I didn't need to hear him to know there was a tinge of discomfort there again. Reasonable, he is telling me it's ok to fuck my own son. It would be weird if he wasn't uncomfortable with it. Really he should be telling me how absolutely irresponsible and unacceptable that would be. Apparently not.

"Of course dear. I love you."

"Love you too."

I was going to get in the shower but had one more thought. I picked my phone back up.

"He tastes incredible."

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Though I routinely waxed, except for a small brown triangular patch on my mound, I spent some time with a razor just tidying up. My little pussy was nice and pink, my asshole was too. At least I thought so anyway. Shaving done, I felt myself up a bit, enjoying the smooth skin under my fingers as much as I enjoyed my fingers on the smooth skin surrounding both holes. I kept my long black hair up in a ponytail, sort of, doubled over a few times to keep it out of the water. I had washed it the night before and once it's wet, it took forever to dry. I nearly got lost and started fingering myself. Not that orgasming now would prevent me from doing so later, but I kind of wanted to keep myself pent up. I wanted to ride him hard, to goad him into railing me, using me. I was going to use my lust against him... for him? I didn't want to question it further.

Hopping out I dried myself off. Though it might have been fun to have Gregory come find me in the shower, have him watch me as I lathered myself up in soap, having him get in with me and - anyway, I was glad I had been quick enough despite the back and forth with my husband first. Once we started I didn't want anything to interrupt us until I had gotten what I wanted. What we both wanted. What my son needs. The quiet voice was still clinging on to the barest shred of justification. The hot itch between my thighs was its own justification.

I grabbed my phone off the counter, screen lighting up when I lifted it to show a notification. A photo from Greg. Eagerly I swiped in the unlock pattern and pulled the text up. I bit my lip. There again was the swirl of arousal tinged with jealousy. The photo was similar to the one my husband had sent me early in the week. Melanie's plump rump, held open with her hands. Instead of seeing my husband's cock buried in it, I could see that her hole was red and gaping, well and recently used. There were blobs of white seeping out of it. I don't think it was revenge, exactly. Certainly not meant maliciously. Just getting back at me for my last text to him which probably left Greg with a fairly identical mess of feelings that he had clearly taken out on Melanie's asshole. The jealousy faded quickly; the picture was hardly any different than their video call Monday night. I was getting used to the idea that anal sex was no longer exclusive between Greg and me. Which of course meant-

"Mom?" I heard Gregory call from the living room. "Dinner's here."

"Yep, be right out!" I called back.

I didn't spend too much time deciding what to wear. Though I had thoughts of some of the sexy lingerie I often wore to a hotel hookup, I decided to keep it simple. Tank top, it had bra cups sewn into it, and a black thong. Nothing else. Why bother getting dressed, he'd already seen me naked.

As it turned out, Gregory had the same thought. He was sitting at the dining room table already shoveling his chicken and rice into his mouth from the plastic container. He was shirtless, I could see that much, and I suspected he had nothing on below either, since it had been the other way around earlier. Ah, his pj pants were where we left them, crumpled on the floor next to the table. I smiled at him as I walked over and sat down at the table.

"Thanks for grabbing forks and napkins hon."

"Nff prffmff," he assured me around a mouthful of rice.

I smiled at him, blushing again as I caught him eyeing me up and down. He swallowed his mouthful.

"You look so hot."

"You're sweet."

"I mean it, you're like. Really sexy."

"Eat your dinner, hon," I said, smiling softly.

His earnestness was endearing. Again with that oddly pure near innocence of a teenager's arousal. Sure there was no subtlety to it, but there was no subterfuge either. He said what he felt, and what he felt was an undeniable lust towards his own mother. Pure. Innocent. Wholesome even. Yeah right. Still, his attention managed to set loose a few butterflies in my stomach. As I forked some lo mein out into a bowl he got back to his own dinner.

"So. Thoughts on how you want to spend your break? Plans with the boys?"

He looked at me with a smile. I knew that look. I blushed again.

"Aside from that you scoundrel," I lightly chided.

"Weelll. I was kinda thinking maybe some of the guys could come over tonight, stay here 'till Saturday? They're off too, so."

I frowned.

"Until Saturday? I- I don't know, Gregory. Won't you, you know." I didn't want to admit that I would need some attention from him by then. "Need some relief before then?"

"I kinda figured that if we did like you said, you know broke my record tonight. I'd probably be set for a little bit."

He shrugged, but now there was something devious in his eyes.

"Well. Think about this, if they stay until Saturday, that only gives us part of tonight and part of Saturday before your father gets home."

"Thought you said you'd handle him though?"

I frowned. "I did say that, and I will, but not. Honey we aren't going to be able to do like we did today much once he's home. Like we will tonight. It will be back to quick and occasional-" I really emphasized that word - "sessions to keep your mind focused on school."

He paused and apparently chose not to press it.

"Yeah, ok. I still think I'll be ok though, until Saturday. I haven't gotten to really hang out with the guys all week."

He wasn't pouting, but almost. How could I say no? I hadn't really been able to say no all week. If that was what my baby wanted, I would let him. Besides, it would be healthy for him to hang out with friends, instead of me. Whatever suspicion of deviousness I had vanished.

"Oh all right. You can have them over. No bedtime, obviously, but I want you boys quiet after midnight, ok?"

"Definitely! Thanks mom."

We continued our dinner mostly quietly, only the sounds of forks on plastic and ceramic. He had grabbed his phone and his thumb was zipping around it, texting his buddies about the weekend plans. Despite getting a head start, and his usual speed shoveling in food, his distraction meant I finished my dinner first. I waited until he was done, his eyes still on his phone which was buzzing intermittently, then grabbed his empty container and my mostly-empty bowl and headed into the kitchen. I glanced down as I went by and was treated to the sight I had hoped for. He was indeed naked, soft cock resting on top of his sack on the seat between his legs. Mmf.

I tossed his plastic takeout box and scraped the last forkfuls of my noodles into the trash, setting the bowl in the sink to deal with later. Walking back out I saw Gregory smiling and looking at me, leaning back in his chair. His cock was hard now, sticking straight up from his lap. It turned me on knowing I did that to him.

"Why don't we go to the couch," I said, stepping next to him and putting a hand on his shoulder.

I didn't hide the fact that I was staring at his crotch, though he didn't notice since he was staring at my crotch as well. He started to stand up, I assumed hopeful for a repeat of the afternoon. Tempting. But I had too much lo mein in my belly to take another facefucking just yet.

"Hold on, hold on. Why don't we go to the cooouch," I repeated, gently pressing down on his shoulder to keep him in his seat for a moment, "and watch a little TV to let this settle." I patted my stomach through the thin cloth of the tank top.

"Yeah ok. Sure thing mom."

I walked over to the couch, again swaying my hips to make sure he enjoyed the view, and heard the chair scooting around behind me, his feet shuffling on carpet as he followed. Sitting down on the couch, I did spread my legs in a very unladylike manner. If the blue thong I had been wearing this afternoon had been thin, the black one I had on now was even thinner. Almost a g-string. The black triangle of silky fabric narrowed to a single strip of cloth that rather than covering my pussy, ran down between my lips, spreading them. Only my clit and entrance were hidden. Gregory's cock jumped and he moaned as he walked by, looking right at me. God he was sexy.

He sat down next to me and I turned on the TV. We scrolled through the guide for a minute, both entirely disinterested in what was on. There was exactly one thing on our minds. Still, I really did need to let dinner settle for a bit. Finally we agreed on a house reno show, and came in halfway through which was perfect. Another thirty minutes and I figured I would be ready to go. A glance over to the young man at my right showed he was ready to go now. He wasn't trying to get handsy, at least, or sneakily slip an arm over me, or even ogle me too much. So, at least he was willing to be patient. I was certainly struggling with that myself.

Finally, the credits rolled. I looked over at him. He looked over at me. My eyes roamed over his body, and his did the same. I watched entranced as his cock came into view, rising up from between his legs, blood flowing into it to stiffen it, prepare it for me. For fucking me.

"Let's go to your bedroom," I whispered.

Gregory nodded enthusiastically and got up, leading the way. I was treated once more to his toned ass, the way the muscles in his back shifted as he walked. His legs were toned, too, lean. I was wet. I wanted him inside me, but I wanted a few other things first. I did have three orgasms to get him through.

"On the bed honey, lie on your back."

He just nodded again, following my instruction. I didn't bother giving him a strip tease this time, just pulling the tank top over my head and shimmying out of the thong, leaving both on the floor at the foot of the bed. Gregory was watching of course, one hand idly stroking himself. I walked around to the side of the bed, up near his head, and climbed up on it.

"Would you like to taste me?" I asked.

My voice was hoarse, my throat dry.

"God yes, mom, that'd be so fucking cool."

I giggled and then shuffled around on the bed so my face was directly above his, but upside down. I was looking into his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, and they were looking back in mine.

"You want to eat mommy's pussy?"

"Fuck yes."

"Want mommy to cum on your face?"

"FUCK yes."

I slowly crawled down the length of his body, dragging my tits across his face. Shivers went through me when he picked his head up and licked one of my nipples as it went by. He put his hands on my sides, trailing his fingers down my sides as I made my way towards my target, that meaty pole at his waist. My heart was in my throat, the dirty talk really hammering home the real nature of what I was doing, that in seconds my son would be licking the hole that birthed him.

"God, mom, your pussy looks so fucking hot."

I squealed as he grabbed my ass and went to town. Again, no subtlety. He did, however, find my clit easily and focused on it with his tongue, so he clearly wasn't totally inexperienced. I'm sure he'd gone down on his ex girlfriend some. My body shook and shivered as his tongue flicked it over and over, pressing against it, sending jolts of pleasure zipping through my nerves. Finally he let up, licking up my slit and pushing his tongue into my cunt. God it was divine, not that he had particular oral prowess, just the eroticism of my son eating me out after wanting him to touch me there all week, after denying to myself that I wanted him to touch me there all week.

Able to move again, I went to town on his cock with similar gusto. From this position I couldn't get the whole thing, but I enthusiastically slurped at it, sucking a good two thirds of it in, bobbing a few times up around the bulbous head, then back down as far as I could. I was too short to stay up on all fours and be able to both reach his dick and have my pussy planted on his face, so I was laying flat on his body, breasts pressed against his stomach. I was cupping his balls with one hand, stroking the third of his rod that my mouth couldn't reach with the other. It easily slid up and down, coated by the copious saliva I was slobbering all over his piece.

"Mmf!"

I tried to squeak again but couldn't, considering my mouth was full, when he planted his lips on my clit and sucked it in. I had to pause my own sucking, my son's dick half in my mouth, as he drove me to my peak. My whole body shuddered, shaking, as I came, waves of pleasure rolling over me like the tide, seeming to flow both up from my pussy and back down and out of it. He kept going, sucking, licking my clit, sending shockwave after shockwave of ecstasy coursing through me. Finally it was too much. I had to push myself up and let his cock fall out of my mouth with a wet slap against his stomach.

"Too much, Gregory, ease up." I pulled my crotch away from his face, breaking the connection of my lips to his with a wet sound.

"Sorry mom," he apologized from between my thighs. I could hear the grin on his face, though. "Hope it felt good."

"It felt amazing, baby, sometimes I just get really sensitive after." I took a second to catch my breath. "You can keep going, if you want, just lay off my clit for now ok?"

"Sure thing, mom."

I scooted back, pushing my pussy into his face again, and no sooner had he said it than I shivered. His tongue went straight for my hole, and his chin was still pressing against my clit, but it wasn't nearly as overpowering as it had been. I got back to what I had been doing, slurping my son's cock like a popsicle. I was breathing hard through my nose, with Gregory's tongue in my cooch and his cock in my mouth I was in heaven. Then it got even better.

"Ooh, yes baby. Mommy likes that," I crooned, taking a moment off his rod to get some air.

Gregory's tongue had wandered upwards from one hole to the other, now probing my booty. I wondered if he had rimmed his girlfriend before or if this was his first taste of ass. He seemed to like it, no qualms about shoving his tongue right up my butthole. I also wondered if he might enjoy the same; Greg didn't, and most men I slept with seemed more focused on putting their dicks in me than anything so it wasn't something I did often. But if it would make my son feel good, I would be willing. A mother always tells herself she would do anything for her son, though usually there's the unspoken caveat of "except sex." That caveat was long gone now, and though I still didn't really grasp the implications of what "anything" meant, I knew in my heart it was true.

Remembering that he liked pressure against his taint, I decided to test those waters. Still bobbing my head on his cock I slipped a hand underneath his sack, first pressing against the smooth skin below. He had been diligent about shaving all week, and had done a good job. I didn't mind hair on a man, but it did make it a little more pleasant when going down on him. I rubbed the little seam of skin that runs from just below the scrotum down to the asshole, and he moaned into mine. Gingerly I pushed a little farther until finally my fingertip brushed his backdoor. I felt it squeeze shut, then relax, crinkling against the pad of my finger. He didn't ask me to stop. In fact, his cockhead started to swell, the thick mushroom getting even thicker. I smirked internally as his tonguing of my own anus got more frantic. I didn't want to push too far, so I simply rested my fingertip there, pressed against but not into my son's asshole. I did pick up the pace on his rod, though, I knew he was close. I could see his balls pulling up towards his body and a series of muffled "mmf's" were coming up from between my cheeks.

Laying on top of him as I was, I felt his entire body tense up in the moment before he came. His tongue was frozen, buried in my butt, but his cock was alive, pulsing and twitching to shoot his sixth load of the day, the fourth in my mouth. It was definitely a smaller amount this time, which wasn't really a surprise as we were nearing his masturbation record. Even an 18 year old boy's balls, even seeming to have inherited the highly productive gene from his father, would be getting close to empty at this point. Close, but not there yet. There may not have been as much volume, but the three shots still came out with plenty of pressure, splattering against the roof of my mouth. It was just as salty sweet as his others had been, if a little more liquid in consistency. I moaned around his shaft, still bobbing my head to suck it out of him and hungrily swallow it down.

When he was done, another load in my belly, I rolled off of him. We were both panting. My chin was slick with spit. Looking down my body at him I could see his whole face was glistening, a mixture of his saliva and my own body's lubricant. After both of our chests seemed to stop heaving, catching our breaths, I turned myself around on his bed so I was laying next to him, facing the same direction.

"Did you like eating my booty?" I whispered as I draped a leg over his, my thigh brushing his mostly-soft cock, and trailing a finger idly around his chest.

"Fuck, yeah. That was so hot. You taste so good, mom."

I smiled at him, he turned and smiled at me. That's the only thing a mother needs, her son's genuine smile. And apparently his cum. Repeatedly. But mostly his smile. And especially his cum.

"I liked it too."

"I'm glad I could make you cum this time," he said.

I blushed.

"You're a sweet boy. I'm glad you could too," I said with a giggle. "Next time you eat me out - " I saw his blue eyes flash with arousal at the promise of a next time he would be buried between my thighs "you can put a finger in my ass too. Your tongue felt really good, but I like something that can go a little deeper."

I still wasn't admitting to myself that he would be fucking my butt before long, though some part of me obviously knew, the way I was leading him with that innuendo. We just lay there quietly for a few minutes, looking up and down each other's bodies, looking into each other's eyes, the way new lovers do. Decidedly not the way a mother and son do. Not exactly, not normally. There was an undertone of that in the way he looked at me, and I him, something that I never really saw from my other partners, not even Greg. Not that most of my partners were really lovers; hookups and fuckbuddies really. But there was a bond between mother and son that no other man could ever share with me. A level of trust and care formed from the womb, even if he was in a sassy "wouldn't be caught dead even hugging mom in public" teenager phase; though that seemed like it might be out the window, now that, you know. Mom was jerking him off and sucking his dick a lot. Probably not many moms would do that, though I can't imagine why. Probably made me the coolest mom, cooler than his friends' moms. I bet they never swallowed their son's sperm to make sure those boys could focus at school.

I didn't really want to think any more about what other moms did or did not do, and how that might reflect on my own parenting. I also did not want to think about swallowing my son's friends' sperm. I sort of did, but I didn't.

I kissed him. It was just an impulse, but once the thought was in my head there was no time between thinking it and doing it. I craned my neck forward and pressed my lips against his. I don't think he expected it, not that I did either, because he froze for a moment. Only a moment, though, then he turned his body to face mine and wrapped his arm around me. I melted into him, breasts pressed against his chest. His lips parted and I took the initiative, pushing my tongue in, swirling it around his, darting back and forth. Tasting him. Tasting me on him.

Our kisses were needy, sloppy. Passionate. Lips smashing against one another's, tongues dancing back and forth. It was a miracle we didn't hit our teeth together. His hand was on the small of my back, pulling me against him. My leg was over his, trying to make our bodies as close as they could be. I had my hand on the back of his head, caressing his neck. His was in my long black hair, stroking it, tugging it a little. We were making out with the abandon of teenagers just getting to do it for the first time, even though I was 25 years past being a teenager. It was new, it was wonderful. I didn't kiss many of my hookups, that wasn't what any of us were there for. Not on the mouth anyway. Somehow my love for my son grew through the exchange of spit, of heat between our bodies. All I wanted was for him to feel pleasure. Feel happy. Well, fortunately I had one thing guaranteed to make a horny 18 year old feel pleasure and happy. After noisily making out for a few minutes, moaning into each other's mouths, I could feel his rod pressing into my thigh. He was hard again, ready to go. I knew a little break was all my boy needed. He certainly was his father's son.

I finally broke our kiss, pulling back. His head moved with mine for a second, trying to prolong it. A string of our mixed spit bridged the gap between our lips for just a moment before breaking. I put a hand on his chest and pushed him back just a touch so I could look into his eyes again. His beautiful blue eyes.

"I need to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me, ok honey?"

"Uh yeah mom. Of course." His eyebrows furrowed at me. A mother asking for honesty usually never presaged anything good.

"No secrets between us anymore, right? You know I only want the best for you."

"Yeah."

"Did you and Carrie have sex? And I don't just mean oral."

I wasn't sure if he blushed, as red as his face already was from our passionate kissing. He looked away for a second. Despite the fact that we were both lying naked in his bed, that he had not only seen but tasted my most intimate parts, that I had been taking care of his needs all week, despite that it seemed talking about sex with mom was still something to cause embarrassment. I didn't push, this was all new territory for both of us. After a moment he looked back at me, no shame in his eyes.

"Yeah. Not like, all the time. But yeah we- we fucked."

I nodded. Good. Greg and I had both assumed they had gotten to that point when I found an open condom wrapper in a pocket of his jeans. Just like the little bit of alcohol we knew he and his buddies would sometimes sneak, we decided to leave it alone. At least he was being safe, that was all we could ask for. I just wanted to confirm. Despite the fact that the door to this had been opened about four orgasms ago, I did have a bit of a hangup thinking about the chance that I might be my son's first. A boy should lose his virginity to someone his own age, not his mother. But since he already had...

"Lie back again Gregory."

He just nodded and did as I asked. I reached down and squeezed his cock, rock hard again and throbbing. His eyes closed and he exhaled slowly as I stroked him. I didn't want to get him too close, though I suspected that we would have at least a little bit of time, considering that I was about get him to tie his record for orgasms in one day. Probably wouldn't shoot the moment his dick touched my pussy, although I thought that might be kind of cute if he did.

I straddled my son's waist and leaned over, my face above his, breasts hanging just below his chin. Gregory put his hands on my hips, running them up and down my sides. Gone was my trepidation, my second guessing. Gone the justification that I was just helping him get his grades back on track, gone the little voices arguing about whether or not this step was the step too far. As I looked into Gregory's eyes, I knew that I had the only justification I needed, and that was that I loved my son. Of course it helped that his dick and his balls were bigger than his father's. And as I looked, fire and electricity flowing in equal measure between us, I knew that no step could ever be a step too far again, not between us. If he wanted something, and I could give it, I would.

We didn't need words for me to know I had something he wanted. And I desperately wanted him to have it. Without taking my eyes off his I reached down between my legs to grab him and point him upwards towards his goal. My goal. My hole.

I sat back slowly, mouth open as his tip made contact. I bit my lip. My son bit his too. I kept lowering my hips onto him, taking more and more of his length inside me, inside the channel that birthed him. My son was back where he began.

At last I made it to the end. My clit was pressed against his crotch, my buttocks resting on his thighs. He was completely inside me. He was so damn hard. Like sitting on a steel beam but wrapped in a warm, soft layer of velvet. The whole time I was taking him, we didn't break eye contact. It was like he was more than just in my body, he was in my soul.

I held myself still for a moment, letting my body acclimate to his size, but also just savoring the sensation of fullness. Reveling in the increased connection between us. I smiled down at him and Gregory reached up, tenderly squeezing my breasts. I squealed when he pinched my nipples, body shifting reflexively to push my pelvis forward, causing his cock to hit new places inside me which just drove my pleasure even higher. Leaning down I kissed him again, tenderly this time, gently, though with no less passion than before.

"Mom... I love you," he said when I pulled back. "I mean like. I really love you."

My heart was more full than my pussy.

"I love you too, honey," I said, cupping his cheek, the cheek of my sweet angel boy.

That was enough sappiness. Now that all the lovey-dovey was out of the way, it was time to get down to the lust part. Flexing my thighs I lifted myself up off of him, careful not to pull too far and let him fall out of me, and slid back down, impaling myself on his meaty rod. I repeated the motion a half dozen times, each time taking him to the hilt in my cunt, ass thudding on his thighs.

"I know you love me, Gregory, but do you want me?"

He nodded. I shook my head.

"I need to hear it. Tell mommy you want her."

"I want you mom. I want you so bad."

I never got tired of hearing that from young men. Though most didn't include the "mom" part. It was good to be so desired at my age.

"What is it you want, baby? Tell me what you want."

"I- " he hesitated, seeming to struggle a bit with the dirty talk with his mother. "I want your tight pussy, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, mom. Fucking take my cock."

There it was. God that was hot. Who was I to deny my son what he so badly desired? I started riding him in earnest, alternating between slamming my snatch down on him with guttural, animalistic grunts and bucking my hips forward and back, grinding against him. His hands were still on my breasts but it seemed like he had forgotten them, more holding onto them than playing with them. I was really getting into it. I tossed my head, throwing my long black hair back over my shoulder as I rode him, rode my son.

"Yes baby. Give it to me. Give me that big dick."

I had a hand on his stomach to keep my balance. I was picking up pace. Gregory's chest was rising and falling faster and he kept turning his head side to side. I wondered which one of us would get there first. It didn't really matter, I was going to keep fucking him until we had both gotten off. He had started to really grind into me, pushing his hips up to meet my thighs as I slammed down on him. I felt his abs tense up under my hand, though I was also climbing my own peak. Looked like he would beat me to his climax, but not by a lot.

"That's it honey, fill me up. Fill mommy up with your cum," I panted, having to raise my voice over the slapping of my ass cheeks on his thighs.

"F-fuck. Fuck I'm cumming. Mom I'm cumming!"

Gregory's hips jerked upwards, shoving himself as far inside me as he could. I could feel him get bigger, feel his cock swell even more as his body pumped his seed inside my welcoming pussy. It only took a few more seconds, a few more rounds of slamming myself down onto him before I climaxed as well.

"God, yes, yes YES! Ah!"

I couldn't help but shout, the last sound out of my mouth a high pitched squeak cut off as my orgasm rolled through me. My eyes fluttered closed, my mind aware of nothing but the pressure against my clit, the fullness of his cock inside me, shooting the last ounce of cum deep. My son's cum. My sweet son's sweet seed filling my pussy, coating my insides white with their sticky warmth. I shuddered, I shivered, I rolled my head around, lost in my ecstasy. In the connection of the moment. I wondered why I hadn't done this sooner; what more basic expression of love could there be than sharing such an intimate and pleasurable moment? What more powerful proof of a mother's love for her son could there be than to take his essence, his seed inside herself? I wondered how often I might be sleeping in his bed, instead of the one I shared with my husband.

"Mm, Gregory. That was wonderful," I sighed, finally back in reality.

"For me too, that was incredible."

"Glad to hear it honey," I said, patting his arm and then laying down, resting my head on his chest.

He put one arm around me, the other idly stroking my hair. Our bodies were hot, I could feel the sweat pooling between us as we both regained our breath, simply basking in the post-coital glow. My mind wandered, sometimes feeling entirely devoid of anything, sometimes full of nothing but love for my son. Gregory didn't stay completely hard, but he stayed firm enough to remain inside me, keeping me feeling full and satisfied, keeping his seed sealed in. I don't know how long we stayed that way, maybe minutes? Maybe an hour? It was probably just a few minutes. I felt him shift underneath me.

"Uh, mom?"

"What is it sweetheart?"

"The guys will be here in like an hour."

I pushed myself up enough to glance over at the clock. It was 7pm, had we really only been in his room for barely an hour? Apparently. I thought for a moment, mentally tallying up since breakfast. Blushing I realized I had gotten my son off seven times. Seven loads, and only the first two were wasted in a towel, every drop of cum since was somewhere inside me. Most in my stomach, but now... Well. I had promised him we could try to beat his record. Pushing myself up so I could look at his face, trying very hard to keep my abs and other internal muscles relaxed so I didn't push him out of me.

"Whaddya think sweetie?" I asked him, grinning. "Is that enough time for you to give me one more? Break your record?"

The immediate swelling inside my groin told me the answer before his words did. It felt so good, having something thick but soft, just barely holding my hole open, swell and grow, stretching me, filling me again. It was rare my dalliances lasted long enough, or were with partners intimate enough, that the man might stay inside me while he recovered. It was a wonderful feeling.

"With pussy as good as yours? I know I can," he assured me, confidence and excitement in his voice.

"That's my boy," I said, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. "But this time I want you to fuck me. How does doggystyle sound?"

"Sounds awesome, mom. I'd love that."

Only slightly disappointed it meant letting him loose, I straightened up and swung my leg over to get off of him, groaning as he slid out, leaving me empty, needy. Like something was missing. I felt a bit of warm fluid dribble down my inner thigh. I didn't know if it was his or mine, but it didn't matter. On all fours, I scooted back to the edge of the bed, feet hanging off of it, while he eagerly got up and walked around behind me.

"You look so hot like that mom."

I probably should have been repulsed by that, by the fact that my son was staring at both of my holes and voicing his sexual attraction to me. But I couldn't. I couldn't feel that anymore, I was only flattered that he found me sexy. It turned me on. I looked over my shoulder at him, long black hair falling to the side on the bed.

"Whenever you're ready baby. You can go as slow as you want... or as hard as you want."

I did enjoy a bit of rough fucking after all. His eyes lit up. What 18 year old boy wouldn't be delighted to hear he could pound pussy as hard as he wanted? I turned back and rested my forehead on my crossed arms, arching my back to really spread myself, point my hot holes right at him. His thick head rubbed up and down my slit, still stiffening, not quite fully erect. I moaned every time it bumped my clit. Finally fully hard, he slid it up and pushed it inside me, the full length in one go. I was pretty wet, lubed both by my own body and his cum, and loosened up enough that it wasn't difficult to take him. It felt wonderful to have him inside me again, stretching me open, filling me up.

Unlike me in our first coupling, Gregory didn't bother savoring the feeling of being fully inside. He was a man on a mission and so he got to it. Hands on my hips, he started humping me like a horny dog. I cried out with the first hard thrust. It didn't hurt, he just literally fucked the sound out of me. It was accompanied by the loud slap of his hips against my ass, the quieter, wetter slap of his balls swinging forward to hit my slit.

He didn't go fast, but he did go hard, fucking me into the bed. He set a good pace, the rhythm almost hypnotizing. Not to say it was boring. Quite the contrary. I wasn't spacing out so much as floating in space. Comfortably lost on a sea of carnal lust.

For a few minutes, maybe five, maybe not quite, neither of us said anything. My son's room was filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, with guttural grunts and groans and the occasional huffed swear. I had a fleeting thought, wondering if he had ever fucked Carrie on his bed like this. She never spent the night but we gave them privacy. Still, Greg and I had never heard them fooling around, so I suspected I might actually be the first woman he fucked quite this long and this hard in his room.

"Mom, I -" he said through gritted teeth.

"Yes baby?"

"I'm gonna do it."

"Yes baby."

I had mostly been just letting him do the work this time, letting him fuck me how he wanted, but then I started to rock back, meeting his hips each time he slammed forward. His thrusts got faster and shorter, and his grip tightened on my ass cheeks.

Finally he slammed home. I could feel his whole body shuddering as his orgasm took him. I couldn't tell if he actually had any cum left or not, but even if his balls were empty his cock pulsed inside me like it was pumping a gallon of nut into me. I did feel a little warmer, a little wetter, so he must have had some left at least.

"Ooh yes baby, that's it. Let it all out inside me, fill me with your cum. Mmm, that's my boy, such a horny young man," I cooed at him, wiggling my ass just a bit.

It was a few seconds more before I felt him relax, then step back and pull out of me. Again I felt empty, almost hollow without him inside. It passed, though, because I knew I would be able to get him to fill me plenty. He would likely want it more frequently than I, and I didn't think Greg would be able to object, not after how our conversation had been going through the week.

"What's Dad's record?" he asked.

I had been unable to stop myself from asking my son that very question a few weeks prior, when he told me he usually jacked off a few times a day, and it caught him so off guard he'd answered. It was my turn to be caught off guard and answer.

"Nine."

I had just started to straighten up, intending to turn around, maybe give him a kiss before I went and took another shower so as to be presentable when his friends got there. Before I could even get sitting upright, I felt something. Something wet, something thick and hard poking at my asshole. I knew immediately it wasn't his tongue, it was much too firm for that.

Well. Why not? I had given my husband permission to break his end of our "no anal with others" rule, and while he hadn't given me the same, the way he had reacted every time I talked about the escalation between me and Gregory told me what I needed to know. I had already subconsciously decided that whatever my son wanted, I would give, without hesitation. Where just four days prior I was conflicted about just jerking Gregory off and would have balked at the idea of even giving him head, now that his hard, needy cock was pressed against my anus, I didn't hesitate to give myself up to him.

I bent back over and tried to breathe slowly, deep, allowing myself to relax. My asshole was no stranger to a good fucking, but Gregory was thicker than his father. He had licked me there some, but I hadn't expected it to go further and so I hadn't really prepared myself mentally to take something as big as his dick. I winced as his meaty member pressed inwards, starting to spread my anus wide, wider than anything I ever took back there.

"Is- is it ok, mom?" Gregory asked from behind me, as though he were asking if I would let him borrow the car or stay over at a friend's house.

"Of course, honey, you can do whatever you'd like."

At least he was going slow, inching his way between my cheeks and deep into my anus. God, he felt huge. I scrunched my eyes up and grabbed at the sheets but I didn't stop him, simply kept breathing and willing my body to relax and let him in. He was wet enough, coated in a slick combination of his own cum and my pussy's natural lubricant. Finally I felt his hips pressing into my butt again, his sack resting on my slit.

"Your asshole feels so good."

"Mmf... I'm so glad, sweetheart."

I gasped when he pulled out, significantly faster than he had gone in. It burned a little, the friction against my asshole. I could feel it stretching, pulling out with him. I reflexively spasmed, clamping down around him. That elicited a grunt, and then he was pushing inside again. In a few thrusts the pain ebbed, replaced with pleasure. I did like getting buttfucked, I was just used to it being from a cock a few inches shorter and a little less thick. Turned out I actually rather liked the extra length, liked how deep he could go. Though he definitely wasn't, it felt like his cocktip was poking my stomach every time he got down to the base.

Later I would discover that my son had never had anal before. It hadn't occurred to me to ask, I was far too lost in the drive to simply give him pleasure. It did make how short he lasted make a little more sense. It wasn't even as long as he had lasted in my pussy, the second time anyway. Despite being his 9th load of the day, he was probably humping my ass for maybe a minute before he let me know he was close.

"I'm gonna cum in your ass mom, god I'm getting close. Fuck, I can't believe I'm actually gonna cum up your butt."

There was that endearing quality of his lust again. Just pure, naive excitement at doing something fun and new. I smiled, though only the sheets on the bed beneath my face saw it. Grinning, delighted that my ass was so good it took hardly any time at all to pull another load out of the young man I had been pleasuring all week. I was a little surprised at first, but I reminded myself that while he was about to tie his father's record, Greg had only achieved that number with his hand; much easier to get there when someone else is working them out of you with all three of her holes.

"Fill my ass, baby, shoot that cum up mommy's butt!"

"Fuck, fuck, yeah I'm gonna shoot."

He was getting much more verbal than we had been before, getting dirtier with his dirty talk. I liked it and leaned into it.

"That's it Gregory, fill my asshole with your cum, let my ass drain those big young balls of yours."

"Fuck yeah," he shouted, thrusting faster into my backdoor, obviously climbing to his peak a little more slowly than he expected despite having already felt the tingle signifying his impending release. "Your ass is so tight, mom, it feels so good. You like it? You like having your son's fat cock in your naughty little butthole?"

Christ, I did. I loved it.

"Yes baby, it's so good. I love your thick cock, I need my son's jizz in my ass. Take mommy's ass, take my naughty ass with your big cock. It's your ass baby. You can fuck your mom however you want whenever you want. Fuck me FUCK ME!"

It may have just been dirty talk but as I said it I knew it was true. I meant every word.

"Shit!" was his final shouted exclamation and he did, he blew load number nine of the day (which made...20 for the week that I had worked out of him. Goddamn.) deep into my bowels.

I could feel it, the way his dickhead swelled and got even bigger inside my intestines, pulsing maybe a dozen times. Surely most of those were firing dry, right? There was no way he still had any semen left. It didn't matter, I had made my son orgasm with my ass, and that was an incredible feeling.

We were both breathing hard when he finally pulled out. I let out a hiss and a few whispered "shit, shit"s. Now that there was no longer the pleasure of being actively fucked, my brain was fully aware of the abuse my bootyhole had just taken and it was tender. Just a little stinging, not too bad, and completely worth it.

Gingerly, I got off of the bed. My legs were a little wobbly. Even though I hadn't climaxed a third time, our little fuck session easily rivaled any I had with the 20-something studs. Sometimes they lasted longer, sure, but not always. I turned around and looked up at my son. He had a goofy grin on his face. I guessed a day full of sex would do that to anyone, and realized I had a similar grin as well.

"Did you enjoy cumming in my ass, sweetheart?" I whispered, my tone full of love as though I were asking if he'd liked the birthday cake I made him.

"Yeah mom. It was great." he grinned down at me.

His genuine smile at something I had done for him, something I had given him, melted me. It didn't matter that the "something" was arguably the most depraved thing a mother could give her son. He was happy, I had made him happy, and so I was happy.

"Oh uh, I hope you liked it too," he said with a crooked smile.

I chuckled at the late consideration for the ass he just broke open and filled, but he sounded genuine. Stepping forward and stretching up on my toes I kissed him on the cheek, my bared nipples brushing against his chest. Leaving him standing there, lost in a post-nut haze, I went and picked up the top and thong I had worn earlier. It wouldn't do to leave those there for his friends. They'd probably give him an awful time if they knew what he was doing, I thought to myself.

"I'm going to go shower, and you probably should too. And then I'll let you boys alone for the rest of the night."

He just nodded.

"Don't forget, no bedtime but quiet after midnight. And I'll cook breakfast for everyone once you're up, ok?"

He nodded again. Shaking my head in amusement, I started heading out of my son's bedroom to go clean up. I paused in the doorway.

"Oh, and Gregory?"

I waited until he turned around and answered, "yeah, mom?"

"This hasn't been too bad of a spring break after all, I hope?"

"Oh, no way. It's been fucking great!"

I smiled and blew him a kiss, then did my best to walk rather than waddle back to my bedroom.

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I shut the door behind me and leaned back against it, eventually letting my legs give out and sliding down to sit on the floor. I glanced at the clock, 730pm. Well, I certainly wasn't going to need to read any saucy books to masturbate to before bed. After a few minutes, images of the evening flashing through my mind from the first taste of my son's seed to the last pulse of his cock inside my asshole, I stood up and walked over to the nightstand where I had left my phone.

Just one text from Greg, asking how we were doing that evening. I got a wicked idea, inspired largely by his own previous picture message. It would take a bit of doing, since I didn't have someone else to take it for me, but I went into the bathroom holding my phone.

Setting it on the floor, screen up, I opened the camera app and swapped it to the front facing camera. I squatted down over it, taking a little bit to get the positioning right. My pussy and my ass were both a bright pink from their use, and everything from my crotch to the top of my crack glistened with dried spit, or my cum, or Gregory's.

"I'll be damned, those weren't dry," I muttered as all of my moving around and spreading myself squeezed a little blob of white out from my anus.

Getting into position I quickly hit the button on the front of the screen, taking a few photos before it dropped from my behind and landed on the bathroom tile with a quiet splat. I picked the best one of them, one where I used my other hand to spread myself a little bit and both of my holes were visible and even open, the barest black point hidden in the folds of pink. I typed in "You should be proud of your son, he tied your record tonight. And not firing blanks!" Send.

I saw the message was received, and then read, and then... nothing.

Fuck, had I fucked up? Maybe. He knew Gregory and I were going to have sex, hell he probably knew before he even left for the week, but he didn't know that his son would be fucking his wife in the ass. Did he? I decided I couldn't dwell on whether he was mad or not, because what was more important was I had made my son happy. And I trusted Greg to tell me how he felt about it. So, left on read, I hopped in the shower to clean out three loads of cum from an eager 18 year old boy.

When I got out, there were several messages from my husband. The first was a photo of Melanie's face, absolutely covered in jizz. Long streaks of sticky white from chin to forehead stark on her dark red lipstick, blobs on her cheeks, her eyelids. The text with it read "Melanie thanks you for your contribution to this load."

The second message included a video. From the thumbnail I could see it would be Greg fucking her ass again. The text on that one: "But I think she may want you to apologize for your contribution to this one."

Still standing in the bathroom I clicked "play" and was treated to the filthiest dirty talk I had ever heard from my man as he railed Melanie's asshole. Despite not being as hung as his son, his dick was a perfect size for anal if you asked me. He was eliciting a lot of swear words with his speed and general vigorousness. There was a lot of "please daddy" or "use your baby girl" and "take it you cockwhore" or "nasty buttslut" going back and forth.

I immediately went to lay in bed and rubbed one out watching the 30 second clip on repeat. Exhausted and about to pass out for the night I texted back: "sorry not sorry"

The last thought in my mind before sleep took me, the musing barely even formed before fading was: had Greg told Melanie just who I was fucking?