The Available Mom Chapter 14

Chapter 14

"Mgck! Ghck! Mgck! Ghck! Mgck! Ghck!" I said as drool ran out of my mouth while I worked Alex's cock with my throat. One of his hands was in my hair on the top of my head, the other was on the base of his cock, holding it straight up while my face pistoned on him in a steady motion.

He sat on the edge of the bed. Tristan was beside him, holding his wet, erect cock in one hand and watching me throating his younger brother's dick.

Tears ran down my cheeks from the strain in my eyes and I could barely make out the faces of my sons as they occasionally came into view. It all felt so good. So right. My head was warm and I was slightly dizzy from my head moving up and down like this, but I couldn't stop. I needed it too much.

Tristan had slept with me the night after our date and I was up early to make breakfast. I slipped on a robe and was still wearing my thong from the night before, I went into the hallway. Alex came out of the hallway restroom at the same time. We said good morning and he gave me a hug. I could feel his usual morning erection and after sucking on my breast, I led him into the bedroom where Tristan was just waking up.

Now I was on my knees going back and forth between their morning hardons. On this particular morning, there was something about the way they held my hair and as much as I loved lavishing their dicks with affection with my mouth, tongue and lips, there was something very sweet, earnest and erotic about trying to use mostly my throat this morning.

I let them control the pace and my head as they wanted, just using my hands to steady myself on their bare thighs. I was leaning mostly forward, my knees were back a bit, my ass out, still in the thong as Alex held me by the hair and guided me up and down on him.

"Yes, Mommy," he moaned as he pushed my head down. His swollen dick went down my throat and he held it there.

"Mgck! Ghck!" I replied. Spit ran down my chin and all over his balls.

He held me for another second and then let my head up and his cock slid out of my open mouth. "I love you, Mommy," he said to me sweetly, his voice almost a whisper.

I took a deep, steadying breath. I wiped my face with my hand and looked up at him. I felt like a beautiful mess. "I love y--"

Tristan took my hair and moved me to his dick, cutting me off as he used my hair to bob my face up and down on his cock.

"Mgck! Ghck! Mgck! Ghck! Mgck! Ghck!" I gurgled in grateful reply. That sounded like "I love you too" to me. I closed my eyes and just focused on the collective sensations of Tristan's dick hitting that deep place in my throat, the spit running down his cock from my mouth, the scent of his base each time my nose hit his pubic hair and the feeling of pure love being exchanged between myself and my boys. Skin on skin.

I loved the way they were sharing me, each of them having me on their cock as well as enjoying watching their brother with me. This situation was every mom's dream and I didn't want it to end. Going back and forth, being able to intimately love each son, one at a time while the other patiently waited was so fulfilling.

"That is so hot," Alex said. I assumed (and hoped) he was taking pictures or videos of this. These would be part of our new family album. I arched my back, kept my ass out just in case. I wanted to look my best.

As I bobbed up and down on Tristan's dick I imagined our new digital picture frames full of images like this playing on repeat for us to celebrate as a family.

Tristan pushed my head all the way down and his dickhead pushed down my throat. My nose pressed into his pubic hair with a gentle tickle and he held me there. I couldn't breathe. I didn't need to. This was pure connection. I basked in this position, listening to my son's heavy, pleasure-filled breathing. Then he pulled my head back up.

"Gah!" I blurted as Tristan pulled me off of his wet erection.

He leaned forward and kissed my cheek and then my lips. I licked at his mouth, my lips still tingling from all the stimulation. I knew spit was all over my chin and my eyes were constantly watering. I felt so loved.

"Here, Mom," Alex said as he moved me over to him. Using my hair, he led me up higher on my knees and pushed his dick between my breasts. I instinctively pressed them together and looked up at him and smiled as he began to fuck my tits.

"Mommy's here. Mommy's here," I said to him.

Alex groaned in pleasure then he began to buck his hips.

I knew what was coming. "Yes, baby. Give me that fucking load. Please, honey. Cum all over Mommy," I begged.

Suddenly warm liquid and goo spurted up from his dick all over my chin, mouth and face. Alex kept bucking his hips as he shot all his morning cum all over me.

Almost immediately after he was done, Tristan had me face him as he turned my head roughly by the hair sending chills down my spine and to my toes. "Please look at me, Mom," he said, "Please look up at me."

I looked up at him in time to see his cockhead spew a large rope all over my face as he stroked himself. I did my best to keep looking as he groaned and continued to cum all over my face, eyes and hair.

"Yes, Mom! I love you so much!" he moaned as he kept working himself to be sure everything was on me.

I realized that I had subconsciously moved one hand down my thong to rub my clit and my other hand just gripped my left tit. Warmth covered my face and internal warmth ran through my body as I had a small orgasm from rubbing myself off while my sons came all over me. This was the perfect way for me to start my day.

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"How is Tristan?" Mike asked over the phone.

I was sitting in a chair in the bathroom resting in front of my mirrored vanity. Cum was all over my face, hair, chin, neck and running down my naked tits. I had not felt this beautiful since my wedding day. Mike had called almost as soon as both boys went to other rooms to shower and get ready for the day. I was in no hurry as all I had to do was go to the gym for a workout and then meet Caleb for our date in the afternoon.

"He is doing ok," I said. "Turns out Erika is dating someone else." I wiped a thick drop from my chin and sucked it off my index finger.

"Ouch," Mike said. "Can't say I am surprised if I am honest."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I held my tits together and smiled, enjoying the sensation of the drying, viscous goo on them. I truly felt beautiful and loved this morning.

"He just falls for girls so easily and you know how girls can be," Mike said.

"Well I think he learned a lot from this one," I replied, ignoring my husband's unnecessary blanket statement over all women. "He is going to be fine. I know it." I stood up and looked at the thong. It had held up so well from Tristan yanking on it while he fucked me last night. It was definitely worth the money.

"I hope so," Mike said.

"How did your meeting go by the way? I didn't get to ask you yesterday," I asked. I leaned over and picked up the teddy on the floor. I had to remember to get it dry cleaned. Probably the thong as well. Some of his cum was all over it and I was so wet that the small fabric felt a bit dried and almost crunchy. I thought about Tristan pumping his cum into me from behind. He was so deep. It felt so good.

Mike was telling me about his meeting, but I wasn't really listening. I looked at the box of condoms and frowned. I shook my head and put them away. I wasn't going to insist upon them, I couldn't. I didn't want them. But I needed to get on some kind of birth control. As Mike went on about his meeting, I sent a message to my doctor for a prescription. If anything, that was the sensible thing to do until I sat the boys down and we talked it through. I also messaged her about morning after pills or something, but I had never used them. It all felt surreal and needlessly complicated.

"Don't be lazy," I muttered.

"What was that?" Miked asked.

"Oh, nothing, keep going. Honey," I said, realizing that I was completely spacing out while my husband was talking to me.

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"Great workout today ladies!" The usual meathead said with a clap.

I sat on the floor, stretching my arms up over my head. He was right, stupid as he was, it was a great work out. I felt very centered. I felt rejuvenated. Being with Alex and Tristan this morning was so sweet, I was so lucky and so happy.

I leaned forward and stretched my lower back and took a very slow breath. Life was feeling so full suddenly and in such a good way. Not more than a week ago I was worried about not seeing my sons except for obligatory family dinners and then, just being alone with Mike traveling so much. Even then, I didn't know how much he would be gone and I was still worried about it. I needed to talk to him about his traveling and his promotion. But maybe it was too late. It was a conversation that should have happened 15 years ago if not 20. That wasn't fair to him. Was it?

But this thought didn't impact my happiness. I felt so good. Almost every day I was seeing at least one of my sons and were truly connecting. We were connecting in ways that I never believed was possible. Watching how good Tristan and Alex were together this morning was an example of something amazing that was happening. I also wondered if cum did something for skin because I felt more moisturized and fresh than I had in a very long time. In the same way that breast milk was this amazing natural wonder, I began to consider that semen was too. That was a fun thought.

I noticed Meathead looking at me. I smiled at him and then focused on stretching. I didn't really care about him or give him much thought. But I did hope that he jerked off to me on occasion. There were other women, cuter than me in this class, but a girl can hope.

I think I am a sex addict.

"Whatever," I mumbled to myself as I stood up. I preferred the term "Sexually awakened." Or something.

I had received a quick response from my doctor's office that she had put in a prescription. Thank goodness for online medicine. I wasn't sure if I was excited to talk about how and why I might be getting pregnant with my doctor of 25 years. She was the one that delivered David and Caleb.

I left the gym and went to my car, glancing at my phone to be sure I had enough time to get ready. Caleb and I were going to meet at his job and then go out after that. He said he had, "ideas," which was very Caleb.

He was the date I was most nervous about. I was excited because we had connected so well recently. But he was hard for me to figure out and I hoped that what I bought to wear was the right thing. As confident as I was, I still had doubts about myself with Caleb.

"I am his mother," I said to myself. "I know what he needs."

My phone buzzed from a text. It was from Alex.

It was a message with an attachment that said: From this morning.

I smiled and clicked on the attachment. A second later the video loaded and my smile grew bigger as things came into view.

I was on my knees in front of Tristan's open legs, his hand was tangled in the hair on the top of my head as he pushed my open mouth down and up on his very wet cock. "Mgck!" came from my mouth as I went all the way down on him. My face was almost against his body, his balls were wet and glistening against my chin. I was leaning almost all the way over, my ass out and my tits swung from the motion. I could make out the bulge of his dickhead and how neck and throat muscles working. Then a "Ghck!" came from my mouth as well as some drool as he pulled my head back up. His shaft was wet from my mouth. I could almost make out the edge of his cockhead before he pushed my head down again.

The video ended. It really was as sweet and special as I felt like it was. It felt like a family picture that really turned out.

Me: Alex! I love it. Thank you for sharing this with me.

Alex: You're welcome Mom. I love you! Hope you have a great day!

I set my phone down and sighed. Alex was so sweet.

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I looked in the mirror and fixed a tiny smudge of lip liner on my bottom lip. I wore a red, almost auburn dress that was tighter on the top that gave a healthy "hint" of cleavage. The dress was more of a sexy mom dress that I would have worn going out with Mike to a work event. That was pretty much all our dates were anymore.

Underneath the dress I had a red bra with some lift and a cute snap on the front. This was definitely more of a "tits forward" dress in the sense that, well, this bra made my tits look great. I had a red garter belt underneath with some snaps to some slightly dark leggings and some very cute red shoes. I also had a barely there red string thong that went perfectly with the belt. I looked in the mirror one more time and then remembered the pills I had picked up from the pharmacy.

The birth control pills I would start tomorrow and I tossed the morning after pills in my purse. It felt good, like a step in the right direction of responsibility.

My phone rang. It was Mike. "Hi Mike," I said as I continued to fiddle with my outfit. I looked cute, perhaps too sexy to be meeting my son at work.

"Hey hon!" Mike said. "What are you up to?"

"Just going to meet Caleb for dinner," I said checking the time. "I have like five minutes before I need to go."

"Wow, you really are having date nights with the boys," Mike said in genuine surprise.

"Why is that so surprising?" I asked. I lifted the skirt of the dress and bit and smiled. The leggings and the belt were super cute. The salesgirl had assured me that the belt was very durable. That was important.

"I guess I shouldn't be," Mike said. "I guess when I am home we barely see the bunch."

"Maybe that is because you try to hound them on what they need to be doing with their lives," I said as a half joke. I turned around and flipped up my dress so I could look at my ass. The way it was framed with the belt and the thong was lovely. I snapped a quick picture over my shoulder.

"Well I am their father," he said.

"So what's up?" I asked him. I sent the picture to Alex and Tristan with a message.

Me: Do you think Caleb will like this?

"Heading to a client dinner," Mike said. "I was just feeling like we haven't talked too much lately other than quick check ins. Are you doing ok?"

I took one more picture and touched it up with the editor on my phone. "Yes, I am doing just fine" I replied. "I appreciate you asking.

"I know this promotion thing came up and I said yes without talking it through with you," He said. "I guess I was assuming you would be excited. The boys are all out of the house--mostly and hopefully Alex will be soon. Then you could just come and see me in Paris."

I frowned. "You did say yes too fast, if I am honest. I have never held you back Mike, but I do want to feel like a partner and not a passenger."

He laughed. "Well how does the Paris thing sound?"

I noted that he did not apologize. "It could be fun. Maybe as a vacation," I replied.

"Honey, we are free now. I mean once Alex figures out how to live on his own. It can be more than a vacation," Mike said.

"Mike, I know they don't live under our roof. But I am still the boys' mother. I feel a responsibility toward them to be available. I have spent 25 years being available to them, caring for them and being the one they can come to," I said suddenly smiling at the "come to" comment. Every mom needs to know her sons jerk off to her. "I am not sure I can just up and leave for weeks or a month at a time," I continued. "Not yet at least."

He was quiet for a minute. "Well, I think in a few weeks you will change your mind," he said. "I will be sending you pictures of Paris and you will miss me too much."

"You might be right," I replied. "But thanks for bringing it up and at least asking how I felt."

"Of course," Mike said. "So did you--"

"I didn't get the lingerie yet, sorry," I said trying not to be annoyed. "I may just get something from around town."

"Ok," he replied, sensing my irritation. "I just want that night to be special, you know?"

"It will," I said. "I need to go now. I don't want to be late."

"I love you," Mike said.

"I love you too," I replied and hung up.

I got my keys and headed out the door to meet my son.

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"So how is work?" I asked Caleb.

We sat at a high table at a bar not far from his job. We were in a part of town that I never went to and I rather enjoyed how Caleb treated me when I picked him up. He chose to drive, which I loved and he kept looking at me with hungry eyes. When we arrived at the bar, he held my hand and I felt very much like his girlfriend and his mother. Now as we sat together, he had his hand almost possessively on my knee and his other hand sipping a beer.

"It is fine," Caleb replied. "Hoenstly I just haven't been that motivated lately."

I knew he took some days off to be at home and this was his second day back. "You will get back into the swing of it," I said. "But I don't think you take time enough away if I am honest."

He nodded thoughtfully. "I have been thinking about that actually, Mom," he said. "Just seeing you and the brothers has made me realize that I was a bit more disconnected than I want to be."

"There are seasons for things, sweetie," I said. "You can't order and control everything in your life. But it is good that you feel like it is time for an adjustment. That's all you can do."

He nodded. "How do you do it?" He asked me.

"Do what? Look this beautiful? I can tell you it takes a lot of work," I said with a laugh.

He laughed with me and then said, "You have always been beautiful, Mom. What I mean is how do you do this with Dad?"

I looked at him thoughtfully then asked, "Do what exactly?"

"So he called me today. He told me about the whole Paris thing as if this was the greatest thing to have happened. I am sitting at my desk and listening to him and all I can think about is you," he squeezed my knee firmly. "I have been super excited about seeing you all day. Seriously excited. And here is my Dad telling me that the best thing that has happened is he gets to go to another country, away from you."

I nodded but didn't say anything.

"Two weeks ago, I would have understood him a bit better. Opportunities are rare and we need to grab them when they show up. But, there are all kinds of opportunities and I guess I just want to be sure I am grabbing the right one," he said to me. "A little more money for time away from family isn't the right one. Especially if it is time away from you, Mom. It makes no sense."

I smiled at him. "Well I appreciate you saying that first of all. Second, I love the word 'grab' when you say it. Just keep that in mind. Third, things don't often change or happen all at once. If you keep going North, but at some point veer just a little bit, over time you will be on a very different part of the map than just North. I think that is how it has been with your father and I. Somewhere along the way he made some decisions for us and then it was for him and us and slowly, it feels like it is more for him."

Caleb looked at me in surprise.

"What?!"

"I was expecting you to defend him like you always do," Caleb said. "It actually makes me happy that what is happening with Dad isn't something you want."

I put my hand on top of his on my knee. "I didn't say I didn't want it. Honestly, with everything that is happening it might be easier."

"Do you think we need to tell him about all of this?" Caleb asked.

I bit my lip thoughtfully and then said, "I don't think so. There is only one scenario that I can think of that would make sense for me to talk to him about it."

Caleb nodded, "If you got pregnant."

I nodded to him. Caleb never needed much explanation, I always assumed he was smarter and more thoughtful than I was or anyone else I knew. I was usually right. "I haven't really addressed all of you about this. A little bit with Alex, but that wasn't really a discussion that he was ready for."

Caleb nodded. "What do you want, Mom?"

"Right now, I am just so happy and grateful for what has happened. I felt like I was losing you guys to the world. Sometimes I wonder if I really want a baby or if that is just a reaction to all my boys being grown up and leaving me," I said sadly.

Caleb slid his hand a bit up my thigh and gripped it.

I felt a hotness move through me and butterflies in my stomach.

"I understand why you would say that," he said. "If I am honest, you did almost lose me to my job and the world or whatever. But not anymore. You have my full attention."

"What about other girls and..." I said.

He squeezed my thigh tighter. Grabbed it. "Mom, you are the woman. Everyone else is silly, petty and shallow as far as I am concerned."

He was so intense. It was intoxicating. "Well that is sweet to hear," I said playfully. I shifted in my seat, noticing I was getting wet. Of course. "But how would you feel? If I got pregnant from all of this?"

His eyes didn't waver. "If that is what you wanted then I would be excited. I am not sure what relationship I would have with a baby. That makes my head spin. But I am not going anywhere, Mom."

"Well until I discuss it openly with all four of you then I think we need to be a bit more careful," I said. "I don't want to be surprised I guess."

Caleb smiled at me.

"What?!" I asked with a maternal flirtiness.

"Well, I guess that means I am going to have to fuck you in the ass tonight," he said dropping his smile.

"I am available," I said with a smile.

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"Ugh," my face was pressed to the bathroom stall as we shifted to find the right position.

Caleb was behind me, sitting on the toilet seat. The back of my dress was pulled up and he was half kissing and half biting my left ass cheek. My outfit under the dress drove him wild and now he was just, for lack of a better term, worshipping my ass.

He kissed, bit, squeezed, slapped and licked my ass cheeks, teasing the string of my thong over my tight asshole. His tongue traced the string and danced over my tight pucker sending tingles all through me. I was a mess of goosebumps by the time he was french kissing my ass.

I tried not to groan as we heard a man using the urinal right next to the stall. I covered my mouth as I felt my son start to tongue fuck my asshole. With my free hand I reached back and grabbed at his hair, trying to push him somehow more between my ass cheeks.

Caleb moved with urgency, knowing there wasn't a lot of time or room for a prolonged encounter in the stall. He stood up behind me and worked his cock head past my thong and then against my asshole. Knowing my ass was being used like this by my son sent chills over me.

He pressed against me but the angle was hard, making us both just want it more. He tried again but his dick slipped away.

Finally I had him sit on the toilet and I simply slid back, felt his cock on my hole and then sat down. I gasped as sensations of my body clenching his hot, hard cock ran through me.

He put his hands on my hips and moved me down until I was on his lap, his cock all the way up my ass. I felt his face against my back and we both just sat there for a moment. This was pure connection.

I moved my hands down to my ass cheeks and tried to spread more for him as I pushed down with all my weight trying to see if there was any way to be closer. His hand clutched my hips and pushed down at the same time. My body clenched him and I arched my back, sitting up straight, every nerve ending in me was tingling.

Caleb gave out a breath that he must have been holding and started to move me with his hand, almost in a circle.

"Ah!" I let out a small gasp as I used my legs to move up and down as he moved me in a circle. The sensation was overwhelming and I closed my eyes, just focusing on how good this felt and how quiet I needed to be at the same time. I wanted to tell Caleb that this is what Mommy's butt was for and how much I loved his cock in my ass. But as we moved together, I could tell that he knew.

I moved up and down slowly, my calves working in my shoes and his hands moved to my butt cheeks to help me move up and down on him. I felt his hot breath against my back and sweat ran down my legs. Up and down, up and down, up and down, my ass pistoning on my son's cock.

He grabbed my cheeks and moved me faster and with more urgency. We found a new rhythm, ephasized by the soft "Pft","Pft","Pft","Pft""Pft" of my ass against him. I felt his grip on me tighten and I knew he had reached that perfect point of no return. I kept bouncing on his dick and then he squeezed me, let out a breath and hot viscous fluid spewed up into my asshole. I kept moving, clenching him as hard as I could, wanting it to last as long as possible. "Pft","Pft","Pft","Pft" and then he held me on him and put his forehead against my back.

As my son held me, his cock and cum still up my ass and I leaned against him in the bathroom stall, I realized this was one of the sweetest, most romantic encounters I had ever experienced.

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"Ah! Ah! Ah!" I moaned, my eyes fixed on a wedding picture of Mike and I. I was on all fours, ass out and arms straight down, wearing my red bra, garter belt and the thong was pulled way to the side.

Caleb was behind me, his dick in my ass again, pausing after thrusting me hard and fast. He was pacing himself, not wanting to cum too fast. The tip of his dick was lodged in my ass and he was rubbing and slapping my butt cheeks as I gripped him with the ring of my hole.

After fucking in the bar, we spent more time there, then played some pool and had more drinks. Caleb treated me wonderfully as his mother and girl friend, unrestrained in giving me sweet affection in public. We discussed the pregnancy issue a bit more, but he defaulted to asking me again and again about what I truly wanted. That was a fair question.

When we went back to his job so he could get his car, there was the possibility that I would go to his place. But we decided we would come home to watch a movie instead. We lasted about five minutes before kissing on the couch and now my dress was off and he was behind me with his dick in my ass.

Caleb was very controlled, intensive and passionate. He grabbed me and handled me as he fucked me. He would move me to a position and then fuck me hard until I was cumming or seeing stars and then he would stop, always edging himself but somehow pushing me over the edge. I loved the way he handled me here, in the living room with family pictures all around. Taking my son's cock in the ass with Mike's picture nearby felt fitting with our conversation of Mike choosing money and his career over being with me. I was not spiteful in any way or upset. I did still love MIke and the life we did share. But as Caleb turned me around, almost folded me and pushed his swollen cock again into my ass, I looked at the picture of Mike and knew that I didn't need to be in Paris, essentially watching him work. I needed to be here with my boys doing exactly what I had been doing.

I was facing up now, my head on the floor, my chin almost to my chest and my lower back and ass were up against the couch. My legs were next to my head and I looked up at Caleb as he gripped his cock in one hand and moved me how he needed me. He looked down at me with dominance, lust and love. Even in this position I felt his respect and his love as he looked down at my asshole and pussy right there on display.

"I love you, Mom," he said to me.

"I love you too, honey," I replied.

He turned, facing the couch and pushed his cock into my ass again. He held me hips and fucked down into me. My ass clenched him as best as I could, my tits jiggling in my face as I looked up at him fucking me. Though he moved in such a controlled, edging manner, I could see that Caleb was free right now to be with me and to use me as he needed to. I felt so close to him.

He thrust into me hard and fast and then stopped himself and pulled out again. His dick dripped with precum. He leaned forward and started to suck on my pussy, his tongue finding my clit.

"Ah! Fuck!" I cried out as I was utterly helpless in this position as he ate my pussy.

"Mmm," he moaned as he pulled off my pussy and licked it, then shifting to my asshole. He gripped my ass and started to fuck it with his tongue.

I lay there, overwhelmed as Caleb devoured me. I knew I was having small orgasms and the sensitive ring of my asshole was almost over stimulated from all the affection. I wiggled my hips and moved, but he clutched me harder and continued to lick my ass, his chin mashing against my clit and making me crazy. I clawed and grabbed at the carpet as I bucked my hips and shook.

Finally he got off of me and I rolled onto the floor and onto my side. I was panting and sucking in air. My body was wracked with exhaustion and pleasure. I knew I would be sore in several places tomorrow. Had I known I was going to be doing this, I wouldn't have gone to the gym.

Caleb got on the floor next to me, his dick still hard as he didn't let himself cum yet. "Mom," he whispered.

"Yes baby," I replied with a tired smile.

"I want to clean off my cock and then have sex with you," He said to me. He was not being intense, but being vulnerable. "I won't let myself finish in you, I will finish in your ass. But I just want to be with you in the other way too."

I smiled at him and touched his cheek. He was so thoughtful and more in control than I was. I wondered how he got to be like that. "Yes, baby," I replied. "I would love that."

He got up and went into the bathroom to clean himself off.

I sat up and leaned against the couch looking over the room. I felt surrounded by the love of my other boys in all the pictures through the years. I loved that they knew I was here with Caleb, sharing me and loving me and us together. I looked over to the picture of Mike and I, a new kind of anchor point in the room for me and I thought about how Mike had no idea what was happening and how, at some point along the way, had chosen to be happy outside of us. I hoped that wouldn't always be the case.

I smiled at my son walking back toward me. His cock swaying and his body glistening with sweat. His dick belonged inside me. My ass was going to be sore after tonight, but I would absolutely do it again. If I was Alex's cock sucker, then Mommy's ass was for Caleb to fuck. My ass absolutely and 100% needed to be fucked.

"All clean," Caleb said as he got on the couch with me.

I lay my head on his shoulder and gripped his wet cock by the base. "I love you, honey," I said to him.

"I love you too, Mom," he replied.

"So I never got a chance to ask you," I said with a smile as I sat up straight, adjusting my bra and straightening the garter belt, clips and stockings. "What do you think of this little outfit?"

He looked at me. His eyes went down to my chest, then lower and seemed to encircle me. "Mom," he said finally, "You sitting here like that, holding my cock at the same time and asking me that question is absolute fantasy."

"You are sweet," I said and then laughed. I kept gripping his dick. I started to stroke it. "Tell me all about it."

He shifted his position and took a breath in response to my hand on him, stroking him slowly. "Mom, you are the sole reason that I am an ass man. Do you remember those red pajama bottoms that you used to have?"

I kept my hand on his cock, moving it slowly. "Yes," I said and then looked at him incredulously. "Those ones your father gave me for Christmas for some reason? Those?"

He laughed and nodded. "Yes. Those. I remember you were wearing them and making us waffles. You reached up to get something and I could see that you were wearing a thong. The strings or straps or whatever were visible and I could not unsee that."

I kept stroking him. "Keep going," I said to him.

"I remember you pulling them up unconsciously and I just kept looking at your ass. Its like I realized I was seeing your ass cheeks underneath the fabric and, you were so hot," he said.

"So what did you do when you saw Mommy's ass?" I asked him, getting more turned on as I stroked my son.

He looked at me with deep lust. He was letting me in fully. "I used to jerk off thinking about it. A lot. I would find pictures of women in thongs or in a catalog, those ones you would get in the mail, and I would put your face on them and make myself cum to them."

I moved closer to him, my hand still working his cock. The thought of Caleb stroking to my ass took over my mind. I wore short shorts, yoga pants and all manner of clothing over the years around my boys and the realization that Caleb was looking at my ass and jerking off to me filled me with desire for him. The maternal side of me wanted to comfort him, not wanting him to do that alone, the sex crazed side of me wanted to hear more. I loved his lust for me. "What else?" I asked him.

He let out another breath and then said, "I snuck into your room and I would find one of your thongs in your drawer." He took another breath then continued, "Then I-I would wrap them around my cock and pretend I was fucking you."

"You have already fucked me in the ass tonight, Caleb," I said to him in a heavy lust-laced tone. "You are Mommy's butt fucker aren't you? Mommy's ass worshipper."

He nodded. His defenses were down completely. He was not holding himself back or trying to be controlling. He just looked at me. My son, confessing deep things to his mother.

"Caleb," I said as I pressed myself more against him. "I love how you have taken care of and used Mommy's ass. Yes, honey, I said 'used.' I love that. I love that you have been looking at me like that for so long and I want it." I gripped his dick very tight. "I want to wear things for you. Just for you, my butt fucker. No more fantasies, Caleb. From now on, just tell Mommy what you need. I will not say no."

He nodded to me. He took another breath as I kept stroking him.

"Tell me what you want right now, Caleb," I said to him in a maternal tone as I shook his cock by the base. "Tell Mommy what you want and I will do it." I pressed my lips to his ear and said, "I will doing anything you fucking want."

Caleb looked into my eyes with complete lust. I could see all his need to control, to edge, to be patient--all of it being let go. Unleashed. He looked me over again with no reservation and no hesitation.

"Mom," he said with quiet intensity. "I want you to crawl over there--to Dad's chair. Crawl very slowly."

I let go of his dick and slid down to my knees. I turned my back to him and then leaned forward very slowly. I knew the way the belt, snaps, thong and stockings looked framed the flesh of my ass and upper thighs beautifully. I began to crawl away towards Mike's chair very slowly, with my back arched, my ass up and I looked straight ahead.

I could feel Caleb's eyes on me. I could feel the soft fabric of the string thong going right down the middle of my asshole and the tiny patch of fabric hiding, but teasing him with my pussy. I hoped this view would be the background on his phone someday.

I knew Caleb was strong, intense and controlled. But in this moment, I also felt fully like his mother. I knew my son. I knew him in his most vulnerable state. I knew him as my ass worshipping little butt fucker. As I crawled, I could picture him jerking off to me over the years, load after load of his precious cum all in dedication to me. I pictured him choking his dick with one of my thongs and cumming all over himself. I pictured him fucking my ass in the bar today and then again tonight and I knew this was the relationship we both needed.

I made it to the chair and stopped, on all fours with my ass still facing him. I smiled at Mike's empty chair and felt as if we were going to do all of this in front of him. "One of your sons is going to do things to me that you never could," I thought towards imaginary Mike in the chair. "I am his available Mommy."

Caleb got up and walked toward me. I heard and could feel his slow footsteps as I knew he was continuing to look me over. He got behind me and I felt his hand on my ass cheek. "Mom?" he said to me, his voice almost trembling.

"Yes baby?" I replied, still looking straight ahead.

"I love you so much," He said, his fingers tracing the string of the thong. "I--I really need to do something with you."

"Do it," I said firmly.

He slid down my thong and pulled it off slowly. I was fully exposed to him now. He moved beside me and held it out in front of my face, holding it by the strings and the patch dangling in front of me. The patch was dark with wetness and likely some of his cum from earlier that had run out of my ass.

"Open your mouth," he said to me.

I opened my mouth.

He pushed the patch into my mouth and then pulled the string out to either side. In every way it was like a bridle.

I clenched my teeth against it as I bit down, holding it in place. I kept looking at Mike's empty chair, my back arched and ass out toward my son.

Caleb got behind me, his cock teasing my asshole. But he pushed it lower and into my hungry pussy. If my pussy was a mouth, I wanted to deep throat my son's cock. He pushed into me all the way to the hilt, then he wrapped the thong string around his hands until it was very tight.

My head went back and I felt the pull against my mouth and cheek as he tugged on it.

Then he started to fuck me.

He started slow, even and careful. His hips slapping my ass and his cock pushing into my warm, very wet pussy. He pulled on my thong and that kept my head up, ass out and back arched.

I felt so beautiful like this, fully on display for my son, red bra, garter belt, leggings and his cock ramming into me from behind. This is what it was to be Caleb's mother: on display for him, ass up, holes ready for him.

He grunted and began to fuck me faster, pulling harder on the strings and putting more pressure on my mouth and faced. Drool started to run out of my mouth as he thrust. His dick driving so deep into me.

"Hnnmm," I said into the cloth in my mouth as my son fucked me from behind. An orgasm hit me almost from nowhere and I almost fell forward. I grunted from somewhere in my throat and shook as I climaxed.

I knew what Caleb was going to do, but I didn't want him to. I didn't want this to stop or change or edge. I needed to make him lose control.

I started to slam my ass back against him as he thrust, trying to urge him faster. I felt his whole cock in me again and again.

"Oh fuck, Mom," he said. "Oh fuck. Your fucking ass. You are so beautiful. Ah!"

I kept slamming back against him, my back arched, my ass on display, my head back as he yanked the bridle or fabric in my mouth.

I felt his eyes on my asshole as I fucked him and he fucked me back.

"Ah! Fuck! Mom!" he groaned.

One of my tits swung out of my bra. I kept slamming back on his dick, again and again. His cock pistoning into me hungrily feeding my pussy its meat.

"Mom," he said. "Mom, I'm getting close..." his voice was almost desperate.

I knew that he wanted to pull out. He said he would finish in my ass. But I knew at this moment, neither of us wanted that. I felt a caution somewhere in the back of my mind, but I fucked Caleb's cock as he fucked me from behind and all the caution was gone.

Our bodies slammed together and Caleb started to groan. I knew he was at the edge and I needed him to go over. All the way. I needed everything. I needed those years of jerking off to all come out right now into me. Mommy needed everything from his balls. I slammed against him, chomping at the fabric in my mouth, my ass slamming him.

I felt him staring down at my asshole. Exactly as he needed to.

"Fuck!" he cried out and he erupted in me.

I felt him deep inside me. Pumping what he had into my deepest place. I kept pushing back, willing him to empty himself.

"Ah! AH!" He cried and he yanked on the thong hard. My head went back. My arms almost left the ground as he pulled. His cock was as deep as it would go, and spurting its perfection into me

I was almost sitting back on him when he let go of the thong. The elastic was stretched and it slung back heavily on either side of my face. "Gah," I spit it out and immediately began to shush at Caleb. His hands were on my sides, holding me up as I was impaled by his cock. I wasn't sure I had ever had a cock so deep in my pussy before. "Stay right there, baby. Stay right fucking there in Mommy," I said between breaths.

I looked back to the empty chair in front of me as I sat back on my son's cumming and spent cock. Caleb's cum was deep in me and held in place by his perfect tip. I looked at the empty chair and in my mind I resolved on what it was that I truly wanted.