Gender: Female Age: 57 Location: New York
|Introduction: Mom's lust for a hot female co-worker threatens to expose her incestuous relations with her son.|
Sexting Mom, Ch. 4 of 4
I was dying to finger myself, but one thing after another kept me from being able to sneak off to the ladies' room and do it. It wasn't more than a week ago that I would have been revolted by the mere suggestion of someone masturbating in a public bathroom at their job, but at the moment it just about the only thing I could think about doing. I knew it was sick, but I honestly didn't want it any other way.
My phone buzzed, indicating an incoming text message, and my pussy reacted like one of Pavlov's drooling dogs.
just got home from school - wish you were here
I had a customer on hold, and two more in the waiting area, but I didn't care about them.
You're not jacking off, are you?
about 2 - wanna help?
I do, but I'm really busy at work. Can you hold off until I get home?
i'll try - but it will b hard...
That's the way I like it! LOL Be a good boy and save your cum for Mommy.
been thinking about ur butt all day - can i c it again 2nite?
I'll let you see whatever you want, sweetie, but right now I have to run.
alright - btw i still want 2 fuck u!
Behave yourself! I have to run some errands, so I'll be home after dinner.
ok - bye
I snapped my phone shut and quickly picked up my call that was on hold. The customer was angry, but my mind was too preoccupied with the anticipation of getting a mouthful of my son's cum straight from his cock later tonight to be bothered by this jerk's irate ranting. I had half a mind to skip meeting with Gina and the girls for a drink, and instead head directly home to my horny boy, but I was irresistibly intrigued by what that little sex kitten had on her mind.
And if all this wasn't enough, I was fucking dying to finger my pussy!
* * * * *
It was dollar margarita night at Diablo Jack's, and I was already down four bucks. As the chubby waitress wearing a tiny black t-shirt bent down to set my fifth candy-colored adult beverage in front of me, I couldn't keep me eyes off of her wobbling bosom practically spilling out of her v-neck. I watched her walk away and noticed for the first time how cute a muffin-top could be on the right girl.
"So," Gina's voice brought my attention back to her, "you like 'em with a little junk in the truck?"
"Stop it," I giggled like a giddy teenager and tried to hide my embarrassment with a big swig of my syrupy-sweet cocktail. "For goodness sake, I'm old enough to be her mother."
"Or mine." Gina said this with a leering look that I wasn't sure how to interpret.
The three other tellers who had come out for drinks were a bit uptight at first, especially with me--a manager--around, but after a couple margaritas we all loosened up. As will happen when you mix five women and alcohol, it didn't take long for the catty gossip to turn raunchy. While I made a comment here and there, mainly to show them that I wasn't some dried up, middle-aged prude, Gina acted as the instigator as far as keeping the conversation on sexual topics.
One by one the other girls had slipped away, rushing home to husbands or boyfriends, until it was just me and Gina lounging in the shadowy corner of the bar at this highly inauthentic TexMex themed restaurant. I knew Eric was waiting for me, but I couldn't seem to tear myself away from the increasingly alluring Gina.
"Besides," I said, trying hard not to slur my words, "I'm not really into women anyway."
"That's what you think." Her sly smile accentuated the seductive curve of her full lips. Lips that would feel amazing kissing their way up my inner thigh. "My theory is that we're all lesbians at heart, even if we don't know it yet."
"Have you ever been with another woman?" I asked, surprised by my sudden boldness. I suddenly understood exactly why they called it 'liquid courage.'
Gina took a long sip of her drink before answering. "I never told anyone before, but I did make out with a girl once at my high school graduation party." She played the shy confessor, but couldn't hide her delight at sharing this naughty secret with me. "We kissed, and she put her hand up under my shirt. It was hot. She let me rub her between her legs, but when I tried to unzip her jeans, she sorta freaked out and took off." Gina scooted her chair a little closer toward me and leaned in. "How about you? I bet you did some experimenting in college, am I right?"
"No!" I exclaimed with a laugh. "As a matter of fact, I was a virgin until my senior year of college. That's how wild I was!"
"You're such a liar," she laughed with me, slapping my shoulder playfully.
"Honest! Believe it or not, I've only been with three men in my whole life." I had no idea why I was telling her that. And, oddly enough, half my drink was gone already.
"No way!" Gina found this hilarious. "Three guys would have been a slow week for me during my slut phase."
"Your slut phase? When was that?"
She stopped laughing and looked at me with those big, beautiful eyes. She leaned in close to whisper in my ear. "Right now..."
Her warm breath on the side of my neck gave me the same kind of happy shivers I got when Eric and I were fooling around. I couldn't lie to myself any longer. I wanted this girl in the worst way. Straight, lesbian, bisexual--I didn't know what I was anymore, but I knew I had to have her.
Gina leaned back. Her every move reeked of sexuality. I wanted to see that trim little Italian body of hers naked. I had to know the shape of her nipples, what her pussy smelled like, what her tongue felt like on my clit. I wondered what she would sound like when I made her cum.
Even as these impure thoughts raced through my mind, I couldn't help thinking about poor Eric--waiting home all alone, having no idea where I was.
That's about when my mouth started saying things without consulting my brain.
"So you like to fuck?" I think I managed to shock her a little with that.
"I love to fuck." She drained the last of her mango margarita.
"Then maybe you can help me with a little problem."
"I'm listening." Gina signaled for the waitress to bring us two more. I should have objected, but I figured that I'd probably need another after what I was about to ask.
"I have a teenage son at home--"
"That's him. He's having a real difficult time right now controlling his...physical desires. His hormones are raging off the charts, and he's completely obsessed with having sex."
"He talks to you about sex?" I couldn't quite tell if she was appalled or intrigued. I had to be careful, but, as I finished off my own drink, my 'careful' cells weren't exactly operating at maximum capacity.
"Let's just say a mother has a way of knowing these things," I told her, attempting to be cryptic without lying.
Boobie McMuffintop delivered our next round of drinks, jiggling those huge juggs practically in my face. She probably should have cut us off by now, but Gina gave her a sultry "Thank you," with a wink and that seemed to give the waitress a bit of a charge. These kids today were something else.
"The thing of it is," I continued, "it's making him very moody, and I'm afraid the stress of it is distracting him from his schoolwork." This was basically true.
"So tell him to jerk off like every other teenage boy in the world."
"Believe me, there's plenty of that going on." I couldn't believe I was talking about this with someone I worked with. "I do his laundry and everything is a bit crusty, if you know what I mean!"
Gina and I both burst out in a gale of drunken laughter.
"Oh, my God, that is a riot!" she said, gasping for air.
"The thing is," I tried to pull myself back together, "I'm afraid he's going to just end up doing it with the first girl that will let him."
"What's wrong with that? You don't expect him to wait until his senior year of college like you did, do you?"
"Of course not. But I would like for his first time to be good, you know? Something he'll always remember...with someone who's experienced..."
A tiny part of my brain was screaming for me to shut up, but it was being drowned out by the rest of my increasingly warm body.
"So what are you gonna do?" Gina asked as she licked the salty rim of her glass.
"I was thinking that maybe you could..."
"I could...?" She was going to make me say it. The filthy vixen wanted to hear me say it.
"Well, sleep with him...I suppose..."
She broke out in a huge smile. "You want me to fuck your son?"
"Shhh!" I looked around to see if anyone had overheard, and we were suddenly both giggling again like a couple of fools.
"Seriously, Cheryl? Are you telling me that you want me to fuck that cute young boy of yours?"
"Yes, I guess I am."
This had to be wrong in so many ways, but my tequila-soaked wits couldn't come up with a single argument against it. She was young, and incredibly hot, and a self-described slut. Eric would absolutely love her. He would have so much more fun with her than with his creaky old mother. Sex with Gina would set him straight, and get his mind off of wanting to fuck me.
"No more margaritas for you, hon," she threatened amiably.
"So, is that a no?"
"Not necessarily." That look was back in her eye--like she was on the verge of leaning over and kissing me right on the lips. "I might consider doing a 16-year-old...with his mother's permission."
"He's a very good boy, and I know it's a huge thing to ask--a huge and very weird thing to ask--but it would mean a lot to him. And to me." The image of Gina naked with her legs in the air as my son rammed his cock into her flashed suddenly in my mind's eye. Oh, God, what was I doing? Just one more sip of my margarita, then no more booze for me.
"I'll do it," she announced decisively. My heart leapt, but my stomach did a nervous flip. "I'll do it on one condition."
She was suddenly close to me...very close.
"I will fuck your little boy, if you will fuck me." Then her lips touched mine.
My normal instinct would have been to pull away, but I let her kiss me and for a moment we were the only two people in a silent universe. It lasted for just a few seconds, but that kiss would stay with me forever.
"I-I don't understand," I stammered, confused and curiously excited.
"I will give your son the memory of a lifetime, but then I want you to get naked with me. Just the two of us."
"Me? Come on, you could have any girl you want..."
"Maybe, but I want you. I see you strutting around the bank every day, all buttoned-down and straight-laced. Your hair pulled up tight, your make-up just so, never a thing out of place. You drive me wild with that career-bitch thing you got going on."
The bar was doing a strange wavy thing, and I wasn't quite understanding every word she was saying, but I sure did like listening to her say it.
"Ever since I touched that girl's pussy through her pants all those years ago I've wanted to know what it was like to be with another woman. And I mean really be with her. I don't want some immature girl who's trying to figure out who she is. I need someone who has it all together and won't freak out on me and run away. I need it to be you."
"To tell you the truth, Gina...I've been thinking about your pussy all day." Holy shit, did I just say that out loud? "I want to taste you so bad." Now my lips were on hers.
"So, it's a deal?"
"If you fuck my son for me, you can do whatever you want with me."
Gina grabbed her wallet out of her purse, dropped a twenty dollar bill on the table, and stood.
"You're leaving?" I didn't understand what was happening.
"You son's home tonight, right?"
"Yes, but...you want to do it now?"
"The sooner I do your boy, the sooner I get to do you."
I stood unsteadily and located my own bag with some difficulty.
"It's a school night," I babbled as Gina led me toward the door, "and I have work in the morning. But I guess this would count as a special occasion, right?"
"As special as they come!"
* * * * *
I sat in the back of the cab, with Gina pressed near to me, and fumbled with my phone, attempting to send Eric a text.
On muy way home have a surpise for yo.u dont go to bed,
I hit send, and Gina took my phone away. She dropped it into her purse, and suddenly we were making out.
The brisk night air, and the wait for the taxi, had allowed me to ease back from the edge of being completely blitzed, but I was still very much feeling the effects. I couldn't remember ever being this not-in-control, and yet everything around me seemed sharper and more crisp.
Her hand was on my breast, squeezing tentatively at first, as if she was afraid I might object, then more aggressively when I didn't. Gina's thumb played over the contours of my nipple as it stiffened through the layers of my bra and blouse. Her tongue pushed past my lips and into my mouth. I couldn't remember the last time I had actually French kissed. I was so distracted with sucking her tongue that I hadn't realized that my hand was on one of Gina's big boobs.
The cabbie must have been enjoying the free show, but the fact that he might be watching didn't even faze me in the least. From a woman who would have been mortified being seen doing this with a man in the backseat of a cab, to a woman who would have a frantic, groping, lesbian, make-out session in front of a stranger. My life had become truly twisted.
There was so much going on all at once, I couldn't concentrate on any one single thing, but I knew it summed up to feeling incredible. I was actually kissing another woman. I didn't think it would be so very different, but it was worlds apart from anything I'd ever known before. It was softer, more teasing than insistent, more sharing than controlling. There was nothing to prove, no need to impress, just a mutual exchange of pleasure without one having to take from the other.
I found myself momentarily disappointed when the car came to a stop in front of my house, but then I remembered why we were there and couldn't wait to see the look on Eric's face when I presented him with his 'gift.'
Gina and I supported each other as we toddled up the walkway. It wasn't until the next day that I even thought to worry about the neighbors seeing me stumbling home half-drunk on a weeknight.
Gina followed me through the foyer and I stepped into the living room. The lovely sight of my handsome son Eric waiting for me on the sofa naked with a huge boner greeted me. He looked up at me with a roguish grin, which disappeared in an instant and was replaced with a look of horrified shock. Only then did it fully register that Gina was standing right beside me.
"Oh!" I squeaked, "sorry...I didn't...ah..." I caught a glimpse of Eric grabbing for a throw pillow to hide his naked erection as I turned and hid my eyes--like any normal mother would be expected to do.
"Mom!" Eric wailed in a panic. "What the heck?"
"Looks like someone wasn't expecting Mom to be home this early!" Gina chirped, clearly amused by the whole situation.
My sloshed brain was struggling to come up with something to say. I tried to turn Gina and get her to look away, but she resisted with a delighted giggle.
"Well, honey," I said to the wall, "this is your surprise. Her name is Gina."
"It's very nice to meet you," Gina said with a friendly twinkle in her voice. "You're even cuter than your picture."
"You got me a hooker?"
"No!" Oh, God, this was going all wrong. "She--"
Gina pinched my arm. "I prefer the term escort," she walked away from me toward Eric, "but you've got the basic idea."
"Yes...um...well, I thought it would be good for you to be able to have sex, you know?" I was talking a mile a minute and didn't quite know what I was saying. "And Gina is so beautiful, and sexy, and hot, that I thought you would really like her and she could help you, with it...the sex, I mean."
"Come on now," Gina interrupted him, "your mother owes me big for this. I don't usually do boys as young as you, but I made an exception for her. You don't want to disappoint your mother, do you?"
"No, but I..."
"You can turn around, Cheryl," Gina said. "Your boy is decent...mostly."
I took a peek and saw her sitting on the sofa next to Eric. He had the throw pillow planted firmly in his lap, and a stricken look on his face. I turned around and began thinking that I should call this whole thing off.
"I thought this would make you happy," I offered, worried that he would hate me for it instead.
"Do you want me to make you happy, Eric?" Gina nibbled his earlobe and raked her red, polished nails up his thigh toward the pillow.
I was so confused. My pussy was wet and wanting after the backseat of the cab. Seeing this gorgeous creature coiled up next to my naked son was turning me on like crazy. But the thought of her pleasing him gave me a pang of jealous resentment. He was mine. That hard cock he was hiding was mine. But it couldn't be. It was wrong of me to be thinking like that.
He was my son. Sure, it was fun what we had been doing--actually, something so much more than just fun--but I couldn't keep him only for myself. It would cripple him emotionally. How would he ever have a normal relationship if I tried to be the one to possess him? I wanted him to grow up, and fall in love, and know all the joys that came along with that. I had to be strong and let him experience another woman so he would know that there was so much more out there waiting for him, and he didn't have to settle for me.
"Is...is this really what you want, Mom?" I could hear the hurt in his voice, but I had to trust that he would understand as soon as Gina took him to places I probably never could.
The words stuck in my throat, as we looked at each other across the room. Gina listened intently, her eyes darting from him to me and back again. Did she suspect something more was going on here?
Her hand slipped under the pillow and Eric's body tensed.
"I promise I'll take good care of him," she purred. Eric was trying not to show it, but whatever her hand was doing under there was clearly having the desired effect.
"Eric, this may seem very strange to you now," I said, "but I think it would be for the best. Will you do this for me?"
I wanted him to say no, but I needed him to say yes.
Eric glanced over at Gina, really looking at her for the first time. His eyes traveled the length of her young, firm body. I knew he could smell her intoxicating perfume, and feel the warmth of her against him. Her cleavage beckoned. The long, sinuous curve of her stockinged calf suggested promises of so many more delights. Her tongue sliding across those painted lips erased his last lingering doubt.
Eric turned to me and gave a slow nod.
My heart dropped, but I forced a smile. Gina's smile was genuine. This was not going to be a chore for her--she was obviously looking forward to fucking my son for me.
"Okay, good," I said awkwardly. "Then I guess I'd better leave you two alone."
I crossed through the living room. Their eyes followed me, but neither said a word. I turned off the lamp on the end table as I passed, giving the room a more romantic ambiance. I felt like I should say something else, but I didn't know what it should be.
I made my best attempt at giving Eric an encouraging smile before heading down the hallway to my bedroom.
After closing the door behind me, I took off my shoes and paced around anxiously, chewing my lower lip. It was done, he made his choice and I'd accomplished what I needed to do. So why didn't I feel satisfied? Or at least relieved? Objectively, it probably wasn't an ideal solution, but it was the best I could do given the unusual circumstances I had allowed to develop between my son and me.
I began undressing. I'd just have to get into bed, wait for it all to be over with, and see if I did the right thing. I found I was still a bit unsteady on my feet as I stripped out of my panties. I thought I heard a sound from the living room. What were they doing out there?
Standing stock still, I listened, but couldn't hear anything. I went to my door and listened again. Still nothing. Very slowly, I turned the knob and opened the door just a crack. I could hear their voices. They were talking. Gina's high, soothing lilt interspersed with Eric's low baritone. I tried to make out what was being said, but couldn't pick up more than a word here or there. Then the conversation stopped.
I couldn't stand not knowing what was going on.
I grabbed my robe and snuck down the hall on tiptoe. I slowed as I neared the living room. Was that a moan I heard? I edged nearer until I could lean out just enough to see into the room.
They were on the sofa still. The pillow had been set aside, leaving Eric completely exposed. He was leaning back with his eyes closed. Gina's hand roamed over his chest, down over his belly, along his thigh, then back up to his cock. She traced her touch over his balls, and along his shaft. Was he enjoying it as much as when I had done that to him?
"How's that? Feeling a little more relaxed now?" Gina asked with serene ease. Eric nodded in response. She gathered her fingertips lightly around the head of his cock, like a little crown, and caressed it tenderly. "Would you like me to get naked for you?"
His eyes opened at that. "Yeah...I guess so."
"You don't sound very sure."
"No...I mean yes, I'm sure." He looked embarrassed but excited. I couldn't help but notice how cute his balls were, all scrunched up tight between his legs.
I had that feeling of being a low-down sneak once again, just like when I went snooping through Eric's phone that first time. I should have turned away and gone straight back to my room. I shouldn't have been intruding on this private moment between the two of them, but I was rooted to the spot. The very same spot, I realized, where Eric had stood when he spied on me masturbating not so many nights ago.
Gina kissed Eric on the cheek and got up from the sofa. I held my breath, suddenly aware that I was about to see the girl I'd been lusting after all week naked. I had a fleeting thought of barging in and stopping her before it went too far, but my perverse desires trumped my jealousy over the way Eric was looking at her with an avid hunger. I remained quiet and eased my hand through the opening of my robe to my very wet pussy.
She undid her ruffled, crimson blouse, taking special care with each button, not in any hurry at all. She shrugged it off and tossed it on the nearby chair. Her bra seemed huge, and yet it was barely able to contain her fabulous mounds of flesh. How did such a small girl end up with such big breasts? My finger pressed against my clit. I was dying to diddle it, but I was afraid they might somehow detect the motion, or hear the noise.
Gina walked around to the center of the room, putting the coffee table between Eric and her. She put one foot up on the table, leaned down and undid the two buttons at the bottom of her pant leg that came just below her knee. She repeated this with the other side. After pulling her belt out of the loops, she unfastened her Capri-pants, slowly unzipped them, and shimmied them down. Her thong was the same dusky rose color as her bra.
She bent as she slipped her pants down further to reveal that those weren't pantyhose she had on, but rather thigh-high stockings. I couldn't believe that anyone would dress like this for a normal day of work. She had apparently been expecting something to happen tonight, but it was unlikely that she knew she'd be pretending to be a prostitute for my son when she got dressed this morning. I reached around with my free hand, and teased my pussy from behind.
Gina carefully stepped out of her pants, leaving her shoes on--damn, this girl sure knew how to do sexy--and adjusted her stockings, giving both Eric and me a chance to feast on her exquisite form. I couldn't take my eyes off of her ass. It was easily twice the size of mine, but so perfectly in proportion that it almost hurt to try to take it all in. My finger wiggled into my warm hole.
"What do you think?" Gina cocked her hips alluringly, lifted her hands and fluffed out her hair.
"Very hot," Eric answered in a raspy voice. "You look like a Playboy model."
He was visibly enjoying the view based on the way his stiff cock was twitching and flexing, but one thing cooled my jealous fire. If it were me standing in front of him like that, he wouldn't have hesitated to jack his cock while looking at my body. It was a small consolation, but knowing that he was comfortable enough with me to do that was something I could cling to.
"You're pretty hot yourself," she said while running her hands down her body, and giving her hips a seductive turn that would make a stripper envious. "I think you must get it from your mother, am I right?"
"Um...I don't know..."
"She's a very sexy lady, wouldn't you say?" Gina turned and gave Eric an eyeful of her picture-perfect backside. I could practically see him thinking about what it would be like to slide his cock up and down between those cheeks of hers. Or maybe I was just projecting what I wanted to see.
"I guess." He shifted uncomfortably. "She's my mom, so I couldn't really say..."
Gina gave her butt a sharp spank before turning around to face him again. "Oh, come on, you know you've got a yummy mummy. You can't lie to me, young man."
What was she trying to do? She must have suspected something unusual was going on between us, and she was trying to get Eric to reveal just what it was exactly. The cagey minx. My heart beat a little faster, afraid that my shameful secret might be discovered. And not just by anyone--someone I worked with! The seriousness of the situation took away some of my alcohol-induced buzz, but did nothing to dull the needful throbbing building between my legs.
"Have you ever seen your mother naked?"
"No," Eric mumbled, unable to look her in the eye.
"If you tell me the truth, I'll take off my bra."
I was immediately torn between wanting him to keep quiet, and to tell her the truth.
He looked at those barely restrained globes of enchantment and gave in. "I saw her getting out of the shower once," he lied. Or was it a lie? Was my son also a peeping Tom?
"See, that wasn't so difficult, was it?" She reach behind and unhooked her bra, held it in place for a tantalizing few seconds, then pulled it away, unveiling her bare breasts.
I didn't have a great view, but from what I could see from the side, they were magnificent. Despite their size they barely sagged at all, even without the support of her bra. She turned away from me briefly, posing for Eric. When she turned the other way I could see how her areolas were large ovals tilting jauntily away from each other. They were a deep mocha color, and featured a pair of wide, stout nipples at the centers. My mouth watered.
"I got these from my mother," Gina joked and gave her tits a shake. "All natural. Like 'em?"
"They're awesome," my wide-eyed Eric croaked. He must have been thinking that he'd died and gone to boobie heaven.
"Do you want to touch them?" Gina teased.
"Yes...please." At least he remembered to be polite. Such a good boy.
She went to him. I tweaked my own nipples as I watched her moving with silky grace. She straddled his legs and sat down on his lap facing him. Gina took my son's hands and placed them on her tits. Eric's expression transformed. The fear and doubt melted away, leaving only jubilant fascination. He played with her tits and I played with mine.
Gina leaned forward and Eric took the cue. He began licking her big nipples and sucking her erect tips. That pang of jealousy was nagging at me again. Until that moment, my nipples had been the only ones he had ever felt on his lips. I reminded myself that I should be happy for him, and not so self-centered.
I could tell Gina's hands were at work out of my sight on his cock. She was likely stroking his hard prick and fondling his soft balls. Soon she would know what it was like to have him inside her.
"That feels so good," Gina breathed. She wasn't putting on an act; she was truly enjoying getting her tits sucked by my boy. "You really know how to make a girl happy, don't you?"
This must have embolden him, because next I saw his hands slide up her outer thighs, then reach around and grabbed hold of that Playboy ass of hers.
"Eric?" Gina cooed quietly. "Have you ever had your cock sucked?"
He paused suckling her for a moment to answer. "Yes, my mom--"
Eric stopped suddenly and my heart skipped a beat.
"Your mom...?" Gina prompted.
"Um..." he groped for a response. "My mom said I shouldn't do that until I was married."
Gina couldn't stop herself from laughing. "Is this the same mom that hired me to fuck you?" She clearly knew that there was something very strange going on between the two of us, but at least she didn't know the full extent of our illicit relationship. And that's how I wanted it to stay. "But, you should always listen to your mother, so...I now pronounce us husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
She took his face in her hands and kissed him on the lips. It was a long, sensual kiss. I was torn as I watched, unable to decide which I wanted more: to be in Gina's place, or in Eric's. My pussy was screaming for attention, but in order to stay hidden I couldn't go at it like I so desperately wanted to. I pressed my clit harder, attempting to relieve the ache, but that only seemed to intensify the unrelenting cravings.
"I don't want you to cum yet," she informed him, "so I'm only going to suck it a little, okay?"
She slithered down until she was on her knees. My view was blocked, but my imagination was able to fill in every little detail as I saw the way her head was moving in his laps. The sucking sounds, her muffled moans, the look of ecstasy on Eric's face; it was at once the most erotic thing I'd ever seen and completely maddening.
I was tempted to hurry back to my room and masturbate my pussy like a wild fiend, but I didn't want to miss a single thing. And so I continued to peep at my co-worker giving my son a blowjob as I stealthily touched myself. I wanted to run in there, push her aside, and take Eric's cock between my own lips and make him cum in Mommy's mouth. I bit my lower lip and stayed right where I was.
"How was that?" Gina asked.
"Really great," Eric groaned. "Keep going..."
"Oh, no." She licked the small bead of pre-cum from the tip of his dick. "This is just to get you warmed up. Do you think you're ready for my pussy, Eric?"
"I guess so."
"I prefer my men to be more sure than that."
"Yes...I'm ready for your pussy."
"That's more like it." She stood up and looked around. I quickly ducked back out of sight. "How about we go to your bedroom, would that be okay?"
"It's kind of messy."
"Well, since I'm not your mother, I don't care that you didn't clean your room. All I care about is getting you into a bed."
I tiptoed as fast as I could back down the hallway before I got caught. As soon as I eased my door closed, I could hear them coming down the hall. As they passed, there was a light series of clattering taps on my door, like maybe Gina had quickly drummed her fingernails on it as she went by. Was it a playful impulse? Or was she sending me a signal? She probably assumed I was awake, but did she know I had been spying on them?
The thrill, fear, envy, and excitement churned inside me all at once resulting in an antsy impulse that I didn't know how to satisfy. I took the opportunity to give my pussy the attention it was severely lacking. I tore open my robe and attacked my dripping cunt. Oh my God, it felt so good. I wanted to finish myself off right then and there, but I was keenly aware that Eric and Gina were at that same moment settling onto his bed.
I forced myself to stop assaulting my pussy and peeked out into the hallway. Moments later I was once again tiptoeing my way through my own house, this time toward Eric's bedroom. When I got there I was surprised to find that the door hadn't been shut all the way. One of them had left it like that on purpose, and I suspected it was Gina. Perhaps I wasn't as sneaky as I thought I was.
"...relax and let me put it on for you," I heard Gina's voice saying in comforting tones. I peeped through the crack. The room was dimly lit by the little sailboat lamp on Eric's dresser; the one he'd had since he was seven years old. I couldn't see the two of them directly, but I could see their reflection at the edge of the large mirror that was mounted on his bureau.
Eric was lying on his back, naked except for the condom that was now adorning his erection. Geez! I hadn't even thought of that! Thank goodness Gina was a responsible slut and apparently kept a ready supply with her at all times.
She was standing next to his bed, and I was once again struck at how amazing her body was. As bad as I wanted her before, that urge was now ten times stronger. She hooked her thumbs under the thin sides of her thong and slowly lowered them to unveil her completely bare pussy. It was shaved clean, and was easily the sexiest thing within a thousand mile radius. My hands went instinctively to my own crotch, but my stupid robe was getting in the way. In a quick fit of annoyance, I shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor behind me. If you had told me I would one day be standing in my hallway, completely naked, fingering myself and peeking at my son about to get fucked by a gorgeous nymph from my work, I would have called the cops and had you committed to an insane asylum. But, as it turns out, apparently I'm the one who's crazy.
"Wow, my thong is absolutely soaked," Gina giggled. "You've got me so excited for that nice cock of yours."
Eric's bed creaked a little as she climbed onto it. My heart beat faster, and I knew this was it. This was really going to happen. I couldn't bear to watch, but I couldn't make myself look away.
"Ready?" she checked in with him one more time.
He smiled and nodded.
Gina got on top, climbing onto him with a practiced nimbleness. I could see his cock jump, now only inches away from her young pussy. There was a lump in my throat, and I was becoming short of breath. What was happening to me?
This was what I decided. This was my whole plan, and it was coming together perfectly. I had been grossly irresponsible and had let myself go down a forbidden path. I had dragged my son down with me, and now his priorities were all out of whack when it came to women. He shouldn't be lusting after his own mother, he should be hot for girls like Gina. This would wake him up and get him to realize there I wasn't the only woman available to him. There was a world of better possibilities out there just waiting for him and his beautiful cock. I couldn't let my own sick sexual fixation on my son get in the way of his happiness.
Gina was kissing him again, lowering herself toward his latex-sheathed hard-on. My body flushed with a sudden heat, tears stung my eyes, and a panic like I'd never known before seized my chest. The tip of his erection touched her wet opening.
She was about to fuck my son. My boy. My cock!
I burst through the door, rushed into the room, and grabbed Eric's penis, yanking it away from Gina's pink flesh. Without thinking I pushed her, and she rolled off of Eric with a surprised shriek.
"Mom! What the hell are you doing?"
I had no idea what the hell was I doing! I stood there naked, holding Eric's cock in my fist. Gina was on her back on the bed next to him, covering her mouth with one hand, trying unsuccessfully to hide a look of scandalized shock.
"I'm sorry, Eric, but this isn't what I want. I thought it was for the best, but now I'm not sure." I tried to focus on my son, but it was next to impossible with Gina leaving her legs open like she was. God was a glorious pussy she had. "If this is what you want, then fine, I'll understand. But I have to be sure, sweetheart. Is this what you really want?"
"She's amazing, Mom, but I don't want to fuck her. I want to fuck you."
Gina let out a stunned gasp at hearing that. For me, those words had a completely different effect. The turmoil that had been making me so anxious all evening melted away in an instant. There was no doubt, no confusion, no guilt. I wasn't even the least bit ashamed that Gina, practically a stranger to me until tonight, was right there witnessing all of this. Without any inhibition whatsoever, I knew what I wanted.
I ripped the condom off of my son's erection, got on top of him, and plunged myself down onto him, burying his cock inside me.
And just like that, I came. The orgasm that had been struggling to be realized for the past hour exploded to life and flooded me with a sense of complete well-being of a kind that I hadn't known since I was an innocent young girl.
I didn't care that Gina was there. I didn't care if she stayed or went. All I cared about was my boy. My sweet, darling son. I gripped him tight with my inner muscles and rode him. He grasped my ass, his fingers digging into my skin, pulling me down onto him.
"That's it, baby, fuck Mommy's pussy," I whimpered, still feeling the undulating waves of my own orgasm ebbing through my body. "Let your big cock cum inside Mommy's pussy."
Seconds later Eric was lifting me off the bed, thrusting up into me, unleashing his orgasm deep inside me. He pushed, and strained, and forced as much of his cum as he could into my shuddering depths.
Eric collapsed down onto the bed, and I dropped down with him. I kissed his mouth, our tongues coming together in a frantic reunion. I pulled away and looked into my son's eyes.
"I love your penis so much."
Just then we heard a rapturous cry. Gina was still on the bed next to us! We looked over in time to see her bring herself off to a body quaking orgasm. Not only was she a slut, but she was a kinky slut! Her fingers were still buried in her pussy when she opened her eyes and saw us staring at her. A big smile spread across her pretty face.
"I knew there was something going on with you guys," she slid her fingers in and out of her pussy with casual intimacy. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my whole entire fucking life."
Now that my passionate mania had subsided, I became acutely conscious of the fact that my son's cock was still clutched in my pussy. I felt a hint of humiliation that I knew would only grow as the heat of the moment wore off.
"You weren't supposed to see that," I muttered, unable to take my eyes off her naked body.
"That's what made it so exciting." Gina pinched one of her nipples, as much for my benefit as her own. "And I want to see it again."
"You're not disgusted that I just had sex with my own son?"
She squirmed with undisguised arousal next to us.
"My deepest, darkest secret is that when I was seventeen I had a major crush on my dad." She twisted her nipple roughly as she talked. "I wanted him so bad. I would fantasize about seducing him every night when I played with myself. But I was never brave enough to actually go through with anything. I think it's mad sexy that you guys are really doing it."
"It's not something I'm exactly proud of."
"I've never seen anyone cum as fast as you two just did." She rolled onto her side, bringing her tits up against Eric's shoulder, and ran her hand over his chest, leaving a wet smear of her own pussy juices as she did. "It's obvious how horny you two are for each other. You both want to do it again, I can tell, and, besides, I already know your secret. I just want to watch, that's all."
I was more turned on now than I could imagine. I looked down at Eric. The poor boy barely knew which way was up with all that was happening.
"This was supposed to be a private thing between just you and me," I said, trying to keep my voice even. "It's up to you, sweetheart. Do you want Gina to stay or go?"
He took another look at that ridiculously sexy body of hers.
"If you're okay about it, I wouldn't mind if she stayed a little longer." He could tell from my sinful smile that I was very happy with his choice. "But could we maybe move to your bed, mom? I'm about to fall off the edge..."
It was true, he was ready to tumble over the side of his bed, and probably take me with him! That gave us a good laugh and cleared away much of the tension.
I lifted myself off of Eric's cock, which was still hard. A gush of semen spilled out of me. This elicited another gasp from Gina.
"I guess you're not worried about getting pregnant!"
"I'm not worried." I gave Eric a motherly pinch on the cheek as I climbed off of him.
"So fucking sexy," Gina whispered and then surprised us by taking Eric's sloppy hard-on into her mouth. She quickly sucked it clean, leaving no trace of the mixture of his sperm and my cum that coated it. And I thought I was nasty!
The three of us headed to my bedroom. Gina led the way in nothing but her high heels and stockings, looking every inch the porn star. Eric followed eagerly, his erection bouncing in cadence with his steps. I brought up the rear, merrily enjoying the view of their enticing bottoms. We must have been quite the sight as we paraded into my room, and piled onto the bed.
"It's too dark in here," Gina noted.
I had just the thing. I touched the sensor on the electric candle sitting on my nightstand that I'd gotten two Christmases ago but never had an occasion to use. The electronic flicker of the light simulated a flame nicely, and gave us all a flattering view of each other.
"That's better." Her eyes caressed Eric's naked body, then mine. She was like a kid in a candy store. "Eric, this time you should be on top of your mother, okay?"
It was very strange to have a third person in the bed while I was about to have sex, but it was even more bizarre that she was directing the action. In an odd way, though, it made it somewhat easier.
I complied with her wishes and settled into the center of the bed on my back with Gina to my left. Eric moved to get on top of me, and I opened my legs for him. It had been less than five minutes since he pulled out of me, and yet I was breathlessly anticipating feeling him enter me once more.
"Make sure you give your mother a kiss first," Gina advised.
Eric did as he was told, and brought his lips to mine. His kiss was warm and soft and full of love.
"Very nice. Now kiss her nipples."
When Eric moved down to my chest I looked over at my new bedmate. Her beautiful eyes were wide with rapt fascination. She toyed with her nipples as she watched my son suckle my breast. My hand only had to move a few inches before making contact with her thigh at the place where her stockings ended and her bare skin began. I'd never touched a woman like this before. She looked at me and gave me a conspiratorial smile.
"Do you like the way your son is sucking your tits?" she asked softly.
"Yes," I answered without hesitation. "He knows how to lick Mommy's nipples just the way I like it."
"You enjoy sucking your mother's titties, don't you?" Gina prompted.
"Yes," Eric responded, his lips moving against my slippery nub as he spoke. "I love sucking my mom's tits so much." He began suckling even harder.
"That looks so good," she panted. "Do you want to see your mother do the same to me?"
He glanced up at me. I didn't say anything, waiting to see what he would do. Without releasing me, he nodded.
"Tell her," Gina insisted.
He swallowed hard, and in a faltering voice said, "Mom, I want to see you suck her nipples."
Gina leaned toward me, and next thing I knew I had another woman's nipple in my mouth. And it was even better than I imagined. So buttery soft. I expected it would make me feel weird to do such a thing, but there was a soothing comfort to suckling her that felt perfectly natural.
Eric returned his lips to the tips of my breasts, never taking his adoring gaze from the sight of his own mother taking her first tentative steps into lesbian territory. I knew I shouldn't be doing this in front of him, but the significance of boundaries had become entirely lost to me.
Gina shifted, pulling one nipple away from me and presenting the other in its place. I greedily latched onto it and sucked at her contentedly.
"Cheryl," the way she said my name made it sound somehow dirty, "can I please use one of your dildos?"
I reluctantly let her slip from my mouth. "I...I don't have one," I admitted, feeling like a repressed prig.
"We'll have to fix that." She leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. "Until then, I guess I'll just have to use my fingers while I watch your son fuck you."
It was surreal to hear her say such a thing out loud, but at the same time it was incredibly arousing. I couldn't wait another second.
"Tell him," I pleaded.
"Eric, is your cock hard?" Gina asked unnecessarily.
He just grinned, then saw that she was waiting for an answer. "Yeah."
"Let me see."
He raised himself up, giving us both a tempting view of his unflagging erection.
"Perfect," Gina moaned. "What do you want to do with that big cock of yours?"
I knew what he'd say if it had been just the two of us, but he must have been feeling a bit unsure in front of Gina.
"You want to put your cock in your mother's pussy, don't you?"
"Yes...I want to fuck my mom with my cock," he said, becoming bolder.
Gina spread her legs, showing off her bald pussy in the dim light. Even from my poor vantage, I could make out her generous inner lips protruding from her swollen vulva. She snuggled a finger in between her long, fleshy flaps and rubbed herself.
"Is it okay with you, Eric, if I masturbate while I watch you make love to your mother?"
"It's very okay with me."
These two were killing me! As adorably sexy as this all was, I was about to lose my mind if I didn't something inside me soon!
"Good." She patted her pussy with a couple of light smacks, then got up onto her knees. "I want to make sure you take it nice and slow this time, so I'm going to help." She reached between Eric and me and took hold of his erection.
"First, make sure she's ready." Gina touched the head of his cock to my opening and swirled it around. "Feel how wet she is?"
"Yes," Eric breathed.
"But don't put it in yet. You have to tease her a little."
No! I didn't want any more teasing! I wanted his cock! My body writhed with mounting expectation. Gina directed the tip of his penis up the length of my slit and played it against my straining clit. God, that felt good...
"Look how excited you're making her," she giggled and dipped his cockhead back to my hole. "Be sure to spread your mother's juices all over her hot little pussy." She dragged his cock all around me down there, smearing my own juices everywhere, making me crazier by the second.
"It feels so good..." Eric groaned.
"Now she's ready for you to put it in." Gina was really getting into her role as Eric's sex guide. "But not all the way."
Yes! All the way! I wanted to scream, but instead allowed the torture to continue.
She circled Eric's cock around the threshold of my vagina, slowly zeroing in on my rapacious center. She wiggled him into me a centimeter at a time until I had just the head of his hard-on enveloped in my sopping wet recess.
"Let her feel it coming," Gina said huskily. "Let your mother know her pussy is about to be filled with her son's big, hard cock." She pulled him out, and I almost screamed in protest, but she slid him back into place after only a moment. "Is that what you want, Cheryl? Your son's penis all up inside your vagina?"
"Yes," I gasped. "Let him fuck me, Gina, please let him fuck me now..."
"Here it comes," she kissed me on the lips without letting go of his cock, which she held poised at my eager entrance. "Alright, Eric, you heard your mother, she wants you to fuck her now. Can you do that for her?"
"Yes." His curt answer revealed how agonizing her games were for him as well.
"Okay, then, nice and slow..." Gina flicked one of my stiff nipples with her tongue. "Start sliding your cock into your mother's pussy for me."
Eric obeyed, pushing his erection through her grasp and into me. I felt my opening stretch as he penetrated me, my hole forming a tight seal around his hardness. I could feel each inch of him as he eased forward. I could sense each moment as one cascaded into the next. The sounds, sights and smells were acutely distinct, yet blended together in a consummate mix of erotic exaltation.
"That's it," Gina coaxed him the remainder of the way in, moving her hand from him to me and spreading me open to better observe the spectacle of Eric's cock delving further into my intimate reaches. "Right back to where you came from. All the way in. Fill your mother's pussy with that big-boy cock of yours."
If the unique sensation of being made love to by my own son wasn't enough, Gina's salacious commentary boosted the thrill to unbelievable heights.
He held himself over me, propped up on outstretched arms, muscles taut. I pulled him down onto me. His naked body atop mine. His heat joining my own. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him even tighter into me. I hadn't felt this close with him since the moment he was born.
"Nice and slow, Eric," Gina whispered and withdrew her hand from between our tightly pressed bodies. "Out...almost all the way...yes...now in...deep as you can go...just like that...oh, God, yes..."
I couldn't have agreed with her more.
Nothing existed outside of that bed. Eric pulled himself back, then pushed forward once again. His hard shaft glided along my slick inner walls. I clenched my pussy around him, hugging his cock with all my strength. My son's cockhead brushed my deepest extents, and yet I wanted him to go farther still.
The mattress shook. Apparently Gina was unable to heed her own advice to take things slow and was masturbating herself with a reckless frenzy.
"Fuck her, Eric," she urged him in a breathless hush. "Fuck your mother. Fuck your mother's hot, wet, horny pussy!"
Eric gave me a few more slow thrusts, then increased his speed. I was ready for him. Ready for him to fuck me hard and proper. To do it to me like a man does a woman.
"I love you, Mom," he whispered and slammed himself into me to the hilt.
My fingers raked his back. "I love you, too, Eric."
His pace increased. I matched his pounding rhythm, bucking my hips up to meet his every thrust. Gina lost all restraint and was crying out with a staccato wail of self-induced pleasure. The liquid, fleshy slap of flesh against flesh filled the room.
"Harder, Eric," I begged. "Fuck Mommy harder!"
He pounded himself into me, pushing my legs as wide as they could go. I had my wish. With each punishing plunge of his cock, the tip jammed against the far end of my insides, sending an electric jolt of ecstasy rocketing through my middle and into my splintering brain before exploding in a shower of bright sparks. I'd never been this alive!
"Oh, God!" Gina called out. "Oh, my fucking God! I'm going to cum!"
"Me, too!" Eric added loudly. "I can't hold it anymore."
"Cum, baby!" I screamed, kissing his neck and shoulder. "Cum inside Mommy's cunt!"
Two seconds later he growled with primal release and rammed himself home. His body trembled in my arms as he emptied his cock into me. Gina's wail reached its peak.
"Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck, yes! YES! YEEEEE-S!"
The sound of Gina cumming next to me was enough to put me over the edge, even without Eric moving inside me. My pussy convulsed, clamping tight around his cock. The spasm spread outward. I lost all control over my body. An animal yelp of unadulterated joy erupted from me.
Eric forced his erection all the way in to me once more, and I was cumming again. My second orgasm interleaved with the residual tremors of my first and the cumulative result was even more powerful. I couldn't catch my breath, I couldn't feel my hands, I couldn't believe such a realm of physical gratification even existed.
The screaming, grunting, and wailing had faded away. It would have been silent but for the heavy panting; each of us struggling to catch our wind.
Eric kissed my cheek and rolled away. His soaked cock slithered out of me, leaving a gaping void.
Gina's sweaty body was close to mine. I reached over, blindly feeling for her wrist. When I found it, I pulled it away from her pussy and lifted her hand to my mouth. Her arm was heavy and weak, and she didn't resist. I licked her fingers, wet with her pungent essence. My first taste of another woman's pussy. I was almost too euphoric to grasp the significance of this.
I felt the fingers of her other hand probing between my legs, which remained splayed open. She once again tasted the blend of Eric's and my sex, then went back for more. This time she brought her fingers to my lips, and I languidly sucked the sperm and pussy cream from them.
Eric cuddled up against me, laying his hand on my tummy. Gina curled up at my other side, her hand resting atop my tufted mound. Somehow my reality had become better than anything I'd ever dared dream.
And it was all because I found those pictures of my son's naked cock on his cell phone.
* * * * *
There was a sound. I opened my eyes. Sleepy. Disoriented. A pale light flickered.
Gina was next to my bed, dressed. She took my phone from her purse and quietly placed it on my nightstand, then noticed I was awake.
She smiled and bent down, giving me a gentle kiss on the lips. Eric stirred next to me.
"I'm holding you to our deal," she whispered. "You still owe me." She kissed my bare nipple. "See you at work."
There was something I wanted to say. Something I needed to tell her. But she touched the sensor on the candle and all was darkness.
* * * * *
This time when I opened my eyes my bedroom was filled with morning light. Why on Earth was Eric texting me so early?
I felt the bed move and discovered he was still next to me. Asleep.
I flipped open my phone and checked the message.
Eric tellz me you learnd how to text!
Oh, shit! My daughter Amy! I'd completely forgotten--last night was supposed to be our weekly call.
Don't leave me out of d fun! Send me sum pix! Luv ya
Dear God...what had Eric told his sister?
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