Gender: Female Age: 57 Location: New York
|Introduction: Mom continues to explore with her sons|
My Son's Cum Rag, part 9
I was awakened by my husband's kiss. I opened my eyes and found him leaning over me, dressed in his suit, ready to leave for work. It's amazing how soundly you can sleep after being fucked to half-a-dozen body-quaking orgasms.
"See you when I get home," he said with a wink. It was what he said to me most mornings before leaving, but this time he sounded more excited than usual by the prospect.
I stretched, causing the bed sheet to shift and expose my naked tits. They were the same tits he'd been looking at for as long as he'd know me, but it seemed there was a little spark in his eye when he caught sight of my stiffening nipples. It was as if he was seeing them in a whole new light. Maybe it was just my imagination, but it still felt good to see my husband look at me like that.
"C'mon, buddy." Evan shook the motionless body on the bed next to me. "School."
Timmy groaned and buried his face deeper into my pillow. Evan shot me a smile and went to leave, then turned back and gave one of my nips a kiss and a quick suck before forcing himself to leave before it went any further. I watched him go with a pang of regret. I wanted him back in bed with me, naked and hard. I just wanted to stay in bed all day and fuck. I reached down between my legs to find that my pussy hair was stiff with dried cum. That fact sent a happy shiver through me.
I squeezed one of my sleeping son's bare butt cheeks. "Let's go, lover, go get in the shower and wash Mommy's pussy stink off that handsome dick of yours."
His only response was another plaintive groan. I tickled his back and thighs with my fingertips for a few minutes, thinking back to the night before when he was mounted on top of me. I could still almost feel the way his young, developing body struggled between my legs. His earnest thrusts pushed his growing penis as far as it could reach into my mature pussy. Now both my sons had lost their virginity to me. It was probably selfish of me, but that fact made me sinfully proud.
Timmy finally stirred. He rolled onto his side, displaying an urgent little hard-on. I looked at it longingly and found myself amused by the thought that I had yet to see my youngest son's cock when it was limp.
"Morning wood," he said as if he expected me to do something about it.
"You'll just have to save that for later," I told him regretfully. "Bus in twenty minutes."
He grumbled and climbed out of bed. Before he was halfway to the door I was seized with a naughty impulse. I turned onto my side and spread my ass.
"Before you go, come give Mommy's butthole a kiss."
Timmy turned and he was suddenly wide awake. He stared at my proffered backside for a second before his body kicked into gear. He dashed back to the bed and was French kissing my asshole with sincere passion. I giggled with delight at this newfound kink. I never would have guessed something so nasty would feel so amazing.
"Okay, okay, okay! That's enough, lover!" I had to push his face out of my ass crack. If I had let it go on any longer it would have turned into another full blown fuck-fest. "You've got eight minutes. Go!"
My son gave my asshole one more lick, gave me a playful love-bite on my rump, then ran naked to the shower. In that moment of contented bliss I didn't understand why this wasn't the way all families were. I understood the practical prohibitions against procreating with close family members, but why not be able to enjoy the people we love most at a more naturally intimate level? I was giving my boys a new kind of pleasure I never thought I could have. And they were opening up new realms of ecstasy for me that society would deny I should have. I reached around and touched my saliva-slicked asshole, recreating the sensation of my son's tongue exploring me back there. This was the way families should be.
By the time I woke up for the second time that morning I had the house to myself. I loved waking up naked. I teased my bare nipples and thought again about all the strange turns my sex life had taken over the past weeks. I suddenly remembered that we would all be going to visit Evan's parents that weekend. If I already didn't have more sex than I could handle between my husband and two sons, how was I going to deal with my horny mother-in-law and adorably randy father-in-law? Definitely problems I never expected to have.
After a nice long shower I was sorting through my underwear drawer. I found myself choosing what I was going to wear that day based on what I guessed Timmy would like most. Which pair of panties would best soak up my scent for him to enjoy later? I loved being a kinky mommy!
I was about to put on a bra, but then threw it back in the drawer. Panties would be enough for now. I headed downstairs in nothing but the red thong Timmy had chosen for me at Victoria's Secret the other day. I made myself a cup of tea and some toast, emptied the dishwasher, and picked up the living room. I'd never enjoyed my morning routine so much. My tits swayed freely as I went about my chores. It felt good when I'd bend over and they'd dangle loosely. I found myself purposely brushing my exposed nipples against various objects around the house just to feel the different textures and sensations. I also had to get used to wearing a thong.
It felt strange at first having something crammed up the length of my butt crack, like I had a huge wedgie. But it didn't take long before I stopped trying to adjust it and began enjoying the way it felt up in there. I liked how I could be wearing panties that left my cheeks naked. I couldn't resist checking out my rear end every time I passed a mirror. Of course, all I was doing was torturing myself.
At one point I somehow ended up humping my crotch against the corner of our coffee table and had to make myself stop. As fun as doing my housework naked was, it was only going to make me hornier than I already was. I was dying to masturbate, but once again I didn't want to release all that pent up sexual energy alone - I wanted to share it with my boys. I got dressed and headed to the gym.
Working out in a thong was another first for me, but I wanted to get it extra funky for my perverted panty-sniffing son. I usually had to drag myself through my workout routine, but I was feeling up and ready for anything. While I was exercising I never stopped thinking dirty thoughts about the other people around me. What would he say if he knew I was imagining sucking on his sweaty balls while he was doing bench presses? Would she like it if I was fingering her as she did those leg lifts? Was there anybody else there who had the pleasure of having their asshole licked in the last twenty-four hours? I admonished myself several times for having such depraved thoughts, but I couldn't seem to stop doing it. My mind and morals were being warped by all the illicit sex I was having. The scary thing was that I actually liked being so demented.
There was something about carrying around the secret of my incestuous sex with my sons that made me feel powerful in a way I'd never felt before. It's the opposite of what I would have expected, but knowing that I was capable of defying the considerable weight of social expectations gave me the confidence to put all other conventions in their proper perspective.
I watched a good-looking twenty-something guy curling dumbbells in front of the mirrors. He had on a snug pair of shorts, giving me a good impression of his well-shaped butt. I stared at him from my perch on the exercise bike I was pedaling. I checked out the reflection of his crotch in the mirror to see if I could spot any hint of his package. He noticed me eyeing him down there. Normally I would have instantly looked away, and probably escaped to the locker room if I thought he knew what I'd been doing. Instead, I was able to meet his eyes, offer a friendly smile, and go right back to checking out his goods. Twenty seconds later I noticed more than a hint of his package making itself obvious in his shorts just before he hurried off to the locker room himself.
It might not seem like much to many people, but I would never have even contemplated doing something like that a few weeks ago. Before, as a married woman, I would have thought such a thing was unquestionably wrong. But after the past couple weeks, a little friendly ogling or flirting with a stranger seemed like nothing more than a bit of innocent fun. I looked around and spotted a young hottie with a gorgeous rack and lustfully leered at her perky young tits until my timer went off. Which was probably a good thing since I was dangerously close to cumming all over that bicycle seat!
I thought about lingering around the locker room to see if I could catch a peek at those juicy tits while she was changing, but I had to run because I wanted to be ready for Nick when he got home from school. I had to keep my priorities straight.
Once I got home I changed into a casual outfit that would be easy to get out of quickly, put away the few things I had picked up at the store, and tidied up a little while I waited. When I heard the back door open my heart quickened and my pussy fluttered. I hurried from the living room to the kitchen to greet my stud, promising myself I would wait until we got downstairs to his bedroom before I yanked his pants down and began sucking his cock. I breezed in, ready to make a crudely filthy comment and stopped dead in my tracks.
"Mom, this is Kaylin," Nick quickly announced before I could say anything.
Standing next to him was a shapely red-headed girl with a shy smile holding her books demurely beneath her breasts. Breasts, which I must say, were anything but demure. The hottie at the gym had nothing on his little hussy. And, my God, the cleavage! I couldn't believe girls were allowed to walk around school showing that much of their boobs. No wonder boys couldn't focus on their studies these days!
"Hi, Mrs Richards, nice to meet you," Kaylin offered in a musical voice with a sincere smile.
Her sweetness was making it difficult to hate her - and I really wanted to hate her. I could see the desperation in Nick's eyes. He was practically willing me to like this little slut of his. I crushed down my unwarranted feelings of jealousy, and did my best.
"Hello, Kaylin. I hope you're here to help Nick study." I went and opened the 'fridge not knowing quite why. "He's going to end up in summer school if he's not careful."
She was about to correct me, but Nick jumped in. "Yeah, study. We have biology together and we're going to study for the test this week." Kaylin looked confused for a moment, then Nick nudged her and she nodded to confirm his obvious lie. Biology, indeed.
I pulled a pitcher out of the refrigerator. "Iced tea?"
"No, we're fine," Nick insisted. "Um, so, we're going to go down to my room and study now. Okay?"
My natural instinct was to laugh and tell him to dream on. But then my unnatural instinct took over and I bit my tongue. Before I had completely thought it through, I found myself playing along with my son's obvious designs to get this girl alone in his bedroom.
"Okay, as long as you two promise to behave yourselves."
Nick tried to cover his surprise that I was letting him get away with having a girl in his bedroom. "Um, yeah, we will, Mom," he spluttered and quickly ushered Kaylin toward the basement. She seemed embarrassed by the entire situation, which indicated to me that she had no intention of behaving herself with my boy.
I put away the iced tea, and fussed around with a few things in the kitchen that didn't need fussing with. I listened but couldn't hear any sounds from downstairs. They were probably just studying, but my dirty mind couldn't help wondering what else they might be getting up to. I thought about sneaking down the stairs and listening at his bedroom door, but the steps were too squeaky for me to get away with that. After a few more minutes of stalling I finally gave in to what I knew I was going to end up doing right from the beginning.
It was a beautiful day outside with only a few fluffy clouds floating beyond the treetops. It was warm with a faint breeze. I crept around to the backyard and stealthily approached Nick's bedroom window and peeked in. Nick was sitting on his bed, and Kaylin was inspecting the various do-dads on his shelf. Trophies, model planes, souvenirs from our various vacations. I could hear their voices, but not what they were saying. I suddenly felt silly and backed away.
What was wrong with me? I was basically having more sex than I knew what to do with, and yet there I was spying on my son and his little girlfriend in search of a cheap thrill. I knew my moral compass was in the process of being radically recalibrated, but I needed to exercise some sort of discretion. I noticed some branches had fallen into the yard. I picked them up and threw them over the back fence, then checked on my scraggly rose bushes that never managed to bloom. As I was headed back into the house I decided to take one more quick peek just to see.
Kaylin was sitting next to Nick. They were facing away from me and I could see Nick's hand lightly rubbing up and down her back. My boy was making his move. The sly devil. I decided to watch just for a minute, then leave them alone. I'm sure he'd tell me all about anything that might happen between them, so there was no need for me to spy. Kaylin leaned her head on his shoulder and my nipples tingled in response. I was a lost cause.
It took several more minutes, but they worked their way up to kissing. She was obviously inexperienced, though willing. She wasn't giving in too easily, either because she was playing hard to get or because she was nervous. My guess was this was the first time she'd done anything like this with a boy. I had to envy her.
It wasn't long before Nick eased her back onto the bed, never taking his lips from hers. She went down reluctantly, but was clearly yielding to him. I had to imagine she could feel the hard-on in his pants pressing against her thigh. I moved to the side, making sure they wouldn't spot me outside the window and continued peeping. Her hand found its way onto his hip. I don't know why, but the sight of it made my pussy tingle.
My prurient excitement, however, was still tainted with a twinge of jealousy. I had no intention of keeping Nick all to myself, but I didn't expect him to start playing with other girls so soon. There were so many things he hadn't yet tried with me, and I had so much more to teach him. How could he be interested in this inexperienced trollop? Nick suddenly rolled off Kaylin, reached into his backpack, pulled out his ringing cell phone and turned it off. I looked down at those bodacious melons barely contain in that shirt of hers and could see exactly why he'd be interested in her. And I really couldn't blame him one bit.
He said something that made her giggle sweetly and then they were once again lip-locked for several minutes. I remembered when making out seemed like the pinnacle of romance to me. Before I understood anything about sex, I had thought that kissing was the ultimate act of physical love two people could share. Boy was I surprised when I found out there was so much more! But before then I was happy to kiss and make out for ages. Crouching outside that window, I became aware that it was infinitely more fun participating than watching. I was about to make myself go when I noticed Nick's hand moving up her side. He was going for it. I bit my lip and watched in breathless anticipation.
Kaylin blocked his hand using her arm. He backed off. When her arm moved, he went on the offensive once again, slowly advancing toward his goal. Before he could get there she put her hand on his and pushed it down. The kissing went on unabated as the struggle played out. A minute later Nick was mounting another assault. She put up a token defense, shifting her body slightly, but Nick's hand reached the Promised Land. I saw him squeeze that big, bountiful breast and practically cheered for him like I was on the sidelines at one of his games.
Their kissing intensified as Nick massaged her tit over her shirt and bra. I couldn't hold back any longer. I stood, unbuttoned my jeans and yanked the zipper down. I silently knelt down next to the window and slipped my hand into my panties. My pussy was as hot and as wet as I knew it would be. It felt so good to slide my finger along the slick inner folds of my slit, and rub my aching clit. The sensible part of my brain was all in a tizzy about the catastrophic consequences of Kaylin noticing that her boyfriend's mother was spying on them and masturbating, but the horny part of my brain was in full control by that point. Good sense would have to take a backseat to my carnal lusts yet again.
"Mom? What're you doin' back here?" The sound of Timmy's voice nearly gave me a heart attack!
I automatically began scrambling for a lie to explain myself, then realized I didn't need one.
"I'm spying on your brother and his girlfriend," I admitted straight out.
He moved up behind me and looked over my shoulder. "And...?"
"And fingering my pussy."
"Sweet." He stayed behind me and peeked in the window. "Oh man, it's that red-haired chick with the knockers."
"Shhh, keep your voice down or they'll hear you."
"Look, he's totally feeling her up," Timmy whispered, sounding somewhat in awe of his big brother.
I heard his zipper go down behind me. I was about to tell him he could do that out here, but he was only following my lead, so I couldn't really say anything. He leaned against me to get a better look and I could feel the jerking motions of his body as he stroked himself. What a pair we made. I stopped thinking about it and went back to playing with myself and enjoying the weirdly erotic situation for what it was.
"She's grabbing Nick's butt," I whispered to Timmy.
"The way he's humping her leg he's probably going to cum in his pants any second." Timmy pressed his cock against my butt and humped himself against me to demonstrate his point. It was embarrassing being caught peeping, but it was certainly a lot of fun sharing it with someone just as perverted as I was.
"He's making a move," I said and pushed my ass back against my son's erection.
Nick drifted away from Kaylin's well-groped tit and moved down across her stomach. With a quick shift he tucked his hand into her crotch. She pressed her legs tighter together and squirmed. Nick fought to get deeper in, but she grabbed his wrist. Kaylin held him for a few moments, apparently debating whether or not to let him continue rubbing her pussy through her pants, then she firmly pulled his hand away.
"Oh, snap," Timmy wheezed in delight. "You see that? Ha, his balls are probably about to explode."
"What a little tease," I breathed and shoved a finger into my hole. "She wants it as bad as he does."
"No shit. Her panties must be soaking wet by now."
"I bet you'd love to be down there with them," I accused Timmy, wanting that for myself.
"Nope, I like it better out here with you." With that he tugged at the back of my jeans, causing them to fall off my hips.
"Stop that," I hissed as loud as I could manage safely. "Pull my pants back up, right now!"
"Whoa, nice thong, Mom." Timmy rubbed his prick against one of my bared butt cheeks. "Sex-ay!"
I couldn't fight it. He knew I was enjoying it as much as he was, so there was nothing I could do but enjoy it. Timmy grabbed onto my hips and humped himself against my backside while he looked over my shoulder at the wrestling match going on down on his brother's bed. Nick had given up trying to storm his objective and pursued another strategy. As they continued sucking face, he took her hand and delicately maneuvered it to his own crotch. I watched with growing trepidation, not know how she would react.
When her hand first made contact with his bulge it looked like she tried to pull back, but Nick held her hand in place. After a few seconds she relented and gripped him through his pants. He kept his hand over hers for a few more seconds, then reached for a handful of boob once again. Seeing her small, pale hand on my son's crotch was rapidly bringing me toward joyful completion. Timmy's dick grinding against my butt only accelerated the thrill.
"I'm going to cum," I whispered, biting my lip.
"Me, too." Timmy slid one hand up under my shirt and fondled one of my tits. That did it.
I swallowed the moan that rose in my throat and pressed my clit hard. Not being able to fully release all that orgasmic energy at once seemed to prolong my climax beyond normal limits. I silently spasmed there in the shade next to the window, three, four, then a fifth time. With my last restrained shudder, Timmy's fingers dug into my hip and tit and he pushed himself hard into me. I felt the warm squirts of cum shooting up between our bodies and begin dribbling down my skin as soon as they had landed. With his face against the back of my shoulder he managed not to make any noise either.
We remained still, Timmy clutching me from behind, and watched the young lovers petting each other over their clothes. It must have be a maddening mix of delight and frustration for poor Nick. He was clearly dying to get straight to the kind of good stuff he'd tried with me, but she wasn't ready to move that fast. I guess my lesson for him that day was going to be on blue balls: the cause and the cure.
Kaylin suddenly jumped. She went for her cell phone, checked who was calling and made a face. She answered it while Nick just lay there with an unsatisfied hard-on tenting the front of his pants. Even though I thought it looked cute, it also looked rather ridiculous if I'm being honest. She hung up and said something to Nick with a pouty face. I suspected she was telling him she had to go. She sat on the bed and they talked. There was a little bit of hand holding, and an occasional smooch, but mostly talk.
"Looks like the show's over, my little peeping Tom."
"More like peeping Tim."
"Ha, ha." I rolled my eyes. Why did all the men in this family think they were comedians?
The two of us carefully backed away and got our pants pulled up. Timmy took my hand and sucked the two fingers I'd had in my twat just a few moments earlier.
"Stop that," I said without much conviction. "Someone might see."
"Oh, now you're worried about someone seeing you?" He laughed at me and finished his after-school snack of Mommy's pussy fingers.
When he was done he gave me a quick kiss on the lips and headed for the driveway, basketball in hand. I got inside just before the two of them came slinking up the stairs. Even if I hadn't seen what they'd been doing I would have known by the flushed cheeks and the sheepish demeanors.
"Kaylin's sister is going to be here to pick her up in a few minutes," Nick explained as he herded her by me.
"It was nice meeting you," I said before they could escape. "I hope you come again." I couldn't resist putting a little extra emphasis on the word "come." Nick's eyes widened, but she didn't seem to notice.
"Bye," she offered weakly with a small wave and let Nick hurry her out the door.
Once they were gone, I went and flopped onto the sofa and turned on the TV. I remembered that I had Timmy's cum all over my left butt cheek under my pants, but I didn't feel like getting up to clean it off. Besides, I liked knowing it was there. In a little while I could hear the telltale sounds of Timmy and Nick playing one-on-one. The hoop was hung over the garage door, so each shot sent a resounding hum through the house. I used to find it annoying, but I'd grown to find it reassuring. I knew right where my boys were and what they were doing when I could hear that noise. I didn't want to think about the day I wouldn't hear that noise any more. The idea of that inevitability made much sadder than ever before. I flipped the channel and tried to forget about it and pay attention to whatever was making Judge Judy so angry.
It wasn't long before someone was tromping around in the kitchen. Nick came into the living room all sweaty, drinking from a big glass of ice water. He sat on the sofa despite there being plenty of other places he could sit. He wanted to be close to me.
"Where's Timmy?" I asked.
"Joey came over and they went somewhere on their bikes. Probably down to the playground."
It seemed strange that the boy I was making love to the night before was still going to playgrounds. I convinced myself that it was probably just a cover and he was really going someplace he shouldn't to cause some sort of juvenile mischief.
"How was your date?" I asked. "Did you get lucky?"
"It wasn't a date," he protested. "And, we didn't do nothing."
I gave him a look to let him know I didn't believe a word he was saying. "Nothing?"
"I made out with her a little."
"Well, that's something at least." I nudged his leg with my foot in an effort to chase away the gloomy look on his face. "You have to understand that not all girls are as slutty as your mother. She's probably never even seen a penis, much less know what to do with one. If you like this girl, then you have to take things slow and let her go at a pace that she's comfortable with."
"I know, but...it's just that..." He struggled to find the words. "Whatever."
"Not whatever. Tell me."
"I guess it's only that we do all this stuff and then stop before it gets anywhere. It's frustrating."
I rub his leg with my foot, trying to soothe him. "I know it is, but all you need to do is change the way you look at it. You're too focused on the end goal and you're forgetting to enjoy the ride. All that 'stuff' is part of what makes it good, not just the end result." I wasn't convincing him. "Remember that first day you jerked off for me?"
"Of course. That was great."
"Don't you think it was frustrating for me that I couldn't jump you right then and there, and fuck your brains out?"
"Back then I didn't even know you would even want to do that with me."
"The point is that we both had a lot of fun before we got around to doing it. Think of all the exciting things we did together before we got 'anywhere.'" I slid my foot into his lap and found his package with my heel.
"I wasn't thinking about it like that." He took a hold of my foot and rubbed it along his lengthening shaft. "It's okay, though, right? Me doing stuff with Kaylin. I mean, if it bothers you..." He trailed off, not completely willing to say he'd stop seeing her for my sake.
"I can't say I'm not a little jealous." I put a bit of threatening pressure on his balls. "But I want you to be with girls your own age. It wouldn't be fair to keep you all to myself." I could feel that his cock was at full attention. His hardness felt nice running up and down along my instep. "I'm just worried that you're not going to be interested my little titties anymore after you get to play with those monster juggs."
Nick laughed. "Juggs? I never heard them called that before." It was easy to forget how young and clueless he was. "Yeah, she's got a killer rack, but some of it is from her padded bra."
"How do you know she wears padded bras?"
"Um, because...I guess I kind of felt her up a little while we were making out."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. When are you going to learn you can't keep secrets from your mother?"
Instead of answering he yanked my sock off and began tickling my bare foot. I screamed in sudden surprise and tried to pull away. As soon as I got that foot free, he had my other one. In a matter of seconds my frisky son had denuded that one as well and was tickling ruthlessly. I squirmed and fought, squealing helplessly with laughter, but was unable to escape his torture.
"Stop! I'm going to pee my pants!"
This only made him redouble his efforts. My stomach began to ache from laughing, and I could barely catch my breath between gales of frantic shrieks of hysterics. He finally relented and I collapsed into a thankful pile of exhausted jelly. I was glad it was over, but disappointed at the same time. He still held my bare feet in his lap. We sat like that for a while as I caught my breath. Nick began to knead my feet with his strong hands.
"Mmm, that feels nice," I said, hoping to encourage him to continue.
I couldn't remember the last time anyone had given me a foot massage. We both turned our eyes to the TV, but neither of us was really watching what was on. Nick continued to rub, and I surrendered myself to his touch. That warm, sparkly glow suffused me. I'd always felt a close bond with Nick, especially with him being my first born, but our closeness had become so much deeper. There was a dimensionality to it that hadn't been there before - one that couldn't have been there because of the necessary barriers we had to maintain around one particular type of intimacy. Before I would have been overcome with poisonous guilt for the arousal I was feeling in that moment. A son rubbing his mother's feet may appear on the surface a perfectly innocent act, but the carnal desires it awoke in me were anything but innocent.
"I never noticed before how pretty your feet were," Nick commented.
He pressed his thumb up along the pad of my right foot, then singled out my second toe. He gave it a little tug and a wiggle. It made me twitter like a little girl. He repeated the gesture with each of my other piggies, then moved to my other foot and did the same. I felt like an empress being attended to by a devoted bed servant. He lifted my foot, leaned down and kissed the top of my it up close to my ankle. His kisses moved down and next thing I knew he was sucking on my big toe. It felt wonderful, but it once again triggered my tickle reflex and made me laugh.
"Don't you dare get me started again," I warned.
He kissed the tips of my other toes, then worked his way around to the underside. Nick kissed and licked my instep. The tickle was there, but the sensuality of what he was doing began to overpower my impulse to giggle.
"Nick, honey," I said, pressing against his hard-on. "Take your cock out for me. Please."
He quickly undid his pants and pulled his erection out, then went right back to kissing my foot. I rested my other foot against his naked cock. His hot flesh felt nice. I rubbed him up and down, surprised that I was able sense the way his skin moved over his shaft. Nick pushed up against my touch, increasing the pressure. He began sucking my big toe again and all ticklishness was gone. It became immediately obvious to me that if a blowjob felt anywhere near as good as that I could understand why the guys loved them so much.
With an urgent motion he grabbed my other ankle and positioned me so the soles of my feet were pressed together. He quickly turned his body so he was facing me. I wasn't sure what he was going to do until he slid his cock into the space made by my arches. My son held my ankles and began fucking my feet. Not only had I never done anything like that before, but I'd never even conceived of it being done. If I had known something so weird could feel so good I would have been fucking Evan with my feet all the time!
Nick stared down at the head of his cock poking out from between my feet then disappearing again. Between him and his brother I suspected that in time I was going to get every part of my body fucked in one way or another, even if I had no idea those parts were even fuckable. I let out a nice long moan to let him know how much I was enjoying this unexpectedly kinky interlude.
"You like that, sweetie? Rubbing your big cock on Mommy's feet?"
"So fucking good..." he panted. "So fucking good I'm going to cum."
"That's my boy, cum for Mommy."
He gave several powerful final thrusts and began spewing a fountain of jizz at me. Two big gobs of white goo landed on my wide open crotch and began soaking into my pants. Some landed on the sofa cushion. The remainder spilled out onto my bare feet, slathering my heels and instep with warm teen spunk. I wondered if I'd eventually get tired of that deliciously slimy feeling of fresh cum on my skin. I was inclined to doubt I ever would.
I waited for Nick to regain his wits. "Did that cheer you up?"
"A little." He grinned and relaxed back onto the sofa, finally releasing my feet back to my control.
"Only a little?" I tapped my big toe against his cummy pee-hole. "I hate it when my baby's not happy. Would a nice fuck help you forget about that naughty cockteasing girl of yours?"
"I guess it's worth a try," he sighed with mock resignation.
"Let's go down and do it on your bed." The idea of having sex with my son in his own bedroom made it feel extra dirty somehow. Especially since we'd be doing it on the same spot where that girl wouldn't give him what he wanted. Mommy would give her boy everything he wanted and more.
As soon as we got down to Nick's room we both quickly stripped. I went down on my knees and began sucking his cock. I could taste the remnants of his last orgasm. He was still mostly hard, but after a minute in my mouth he was back to maximum rigidity. I had no hard feelings against my husband, but the unquenchable resilience of a teenage cock was a true blessing.
I got onto my son's bed, stretched out on my back, and open my legs invitingly for him. He stood there staring at my pussy, tugging on his erection. I let him stare. Reaching down, I parted my outer lips, giving him a better view of my wet inner pinkness.
"I love the way you look at my cunt," I told him.
He smiled and met my eyes with his. "It's nice to look at." His gaze lowered once again and I spread myself a little wider. "I still can't believe sometimes that I really get to see it. I mean, I never thought I'd ever get to even see you naked, much less be able to look at your pussy like this."
"Did you think a lot about seeing me naked?"
"I don't know," Nick shrugged, "I guess." He fondled his balls for a moment then re-gripped his shaft, giving it a couple careful pulls. "I felt bad about it, so I tried not to. Guilty, maybe. Or more just weird for thinking about my mom in a sex kind of way."
"How about now?" I circled a finger around my aching clit. "Do you feel guilty about putting your cock inside your mom's pussy and filling it up with your cum?"
"Not really," he grinned. "No." He got onto the bed, kneeling between my legs, continuing to look down at my freely offered cunt. "You're really into all this, aren't you?"
"I didn't realize I was so obvious about it," I said innocently, getting a good laugh out of him. "I never imagined anything like this could ever happen, but I can honestly say I'm glad it did. I love seeing your cock and being able to touch it. I love having you back inside me. I love seeing you licking my pussy. I love eating your cum." I could hold back and jammed two fingers into my twitching hole. "So, yeah, I guess you could say I'm really into this."
"Do you think there are other moms that do this sort of thing?"
"I didn't before, but now I suspect there might be at least a few other mothers out there playing with their naughty sons."
He chuckled. "Mrs. Cordell and Todd, maybe?"
I burst out laughing picturing squat little Mrs. Cordell showing off her perfectly round body to her equally round son. "Maybe," I cackled, barely containing a snort. "As far as we know, they could be humping like a couple of sex-crazed weebles every chance they get."
"Speaking of humping..." Nick moved closer and aimed his stiff hard-on toward my ready hole.
He stroked the head of his dick up and down my soft pussy lips, spreading my wetness. The feel of the tip of my son's cock pressing against my pulsing clit inflamed my longing need to be penetrated. I had to have him inside me.
"Stop teasing and fuck your mother like a good boy," I groaned.
He continued teasing me. Nick leaned over and sucked up one of my nipples into his mouth. A new wave of pleasure washed over me, causing me to squirm beneath his naked boy. The end of his cock played at the opening of my vagina, tantalizingly close to giving me what I needed.
"I want you inside me, Nick." I grasped his buttocks and tried to force him into me. "I want your cock. Mommy's cunt wants your big, young cock so bad."
His mouth found my other nipple and the torment continued. I squeezed the strong, hard muscles of his ass and tried again to pull him into my desperately wet hole. I couldn't understand my straining need. I'd just been fucked the night before by two cocks, and there I was starving for my son's fuck meat like I hadn't had sex in months. Something was definitely different about me. Ever since I became intimate with my boys, my libido had gone through the roof. Maybe it was just because everything was new, and I would go back to normal in time. The problem was that I didn't really want to go back to normal.
Nick's cock slid along my engorged slit. The length of his harness rubbed along my clit. He sucked my tits like a pro. His skills had noticeably improved over the past week of practice. He had me on the verge of cumming and he hadn't even entered me yet. My son was becoming a lover.
"Fuck me, Nick," I begged. "I need your cock in my pussy...please, baby..."
He took his lips from my nipple and kissed me. His tongue slipped easily into my mouth and his naked body pressed down on mine. Flesh on flesh. And then I felt it. The head of his cock nestled into the hollow of my opening. My heart swelled. I had a brief sense of being a virgin about to be overtaken for the first time. I almost cried out with anticipation.
Nick shifted forward ever so slightly and pushed himself past my carnal threshold. "Yes," I whimpered, "all the way, baby, all the way in Mommy's pussy." I gripped his manly girth with my inner muscles, and luxuriated in the slow, inch-by-inch insertion of my son's cock into my cunt. How could this possibly feel so good? Something I've done thousands of times with my husband was now like some kind of new intoxicating drug I'd never known before. It had to be because it was my son.
By every societal measure what I was doing was wrong. For most of the world a mother making love to her son is a repugnant act of the most profound depravity imaginable. And yet there I was, by all accounts a normal suburban mother on my son's bed with my legs spread wide and his virile teen cock pushing deeper and deeper into my pussy. I was a criminal, a monster, a pervert of the lowest order. Despite all this, or maybe because of it, I'd never felt as uplifted and fulfilled in my life. Giving my body to my sons seemed so natural. More than natural, actually, it somehow seemed right. Right in a way that I couldn't quite put into words. Not right in terms of society, but right in a primal sense. It was almost as if my job as their mother would be incomplete if I were to send my boys out into the world without having properly taught them the joyous pleasures of sex and laid bare the mysteries of a woman's body. If nothing else, they would be able to face the world with a confidence and understanding that wouldn't have been possible if I'd denied the urges I had for them. Urges that I suspected most mothers have but are forced to suppress. As my son's cock reached as deeply inside me as it could, I wasn't suppressing anything.
"Oh, fuck, your cock feels so good inside me!" I teetered on the edge of a kind of elated delirium. "Mommy's cunt loves you so much...your cock is in my pussy...all the way in Mommy's pussy...you fill me up so good...I love you, baby...love you so much..."
We kissed passionately between each of my ecstatic declarations. I couldn't believe it had taken me so long to discover how much talking dirty intensified the sexual experience. I'd always been too self-conscious to open up like that with my husband, but with my sons I knew I had a sort of unconditional acceptance that allowed me to fully express myself without fear of judgment or ridicule. There were no power games between us, just base sexual gratification. It was perfect.
"Your pussy feels so good, Mom," Nick professed as he nibbled at my earlobe. He kissed my neck, lifting his hips, then plunging back into me. "It's so warm...and soft...and wet." His thrusts were slow and deliberate, but I could tell he was only barely in control. "I love fucking you so much. Your body is so sexy...and your tits...and your pussy...oh, damn, this feels fucking good!"
I matched each of his thrusts. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight against me. "There you go, baby, fuck that pussy nice and slow. Take your time. Mommy's cunt is all yours right now. You own this pussy, sweetie, it's just for you."
"Does it really feel good for you, Mom?" He pushed his cock as far as he could. "Do you like it the way I fuck you?"
"I do like it, Nick," I told him honestly. "You're really learning how to use your cock. There's more to sex than just sticking it in." I lost my breath for a moment as his body surged forward, propelling his erection to the hilt into my soft embrace. "But you're already figuring that out, aren't you?"
"I have the best teacher," he said before once again covering my mouth with his.
My mind flashed to when Nick first started being embarrassed when I'd kiss him or hug him in public, especially if his friends were around. He had even become squeamish about my private motherly displays of affection. It hurt my feelings a little, but I backed off, hoping it was just a phase. Apparently that phase was officially over. There seemed to be no expression of affection that he would shy away from. He couldn't contain himself any longer and began driving into me quicker and harder.
"Oh, yes," I moaned encouragingly, "give it to me. Give Mommy that big cock nice and hard!"
"I want to make you cum, Mom." He held himself above me, the muscles in his arms tense and bulging. "I want to fuck you and make your pussy cum."
"Keep going, baby, just like that." I became lost in the intensity of his eyes as he concentrated on putting all his energy into every powerful stroke. "You fuck Mommy so good...you're going to make me cum all over your cock."
I enjoyed the way my husband made love to me, and I had no complaints whatsoever, but the vigorous enthusiasm of my young son was a kind of fucking I hadn't enjoyed in many years. My whole body jolted with each forceful thrust. My tits bounced wildly in cadence with Nick's pounding hips. I gave myself up to his youthful strength, letting him possess me and became a helpless plaything beneath him. My growing cries of mounting exhilaration escaped by throat without restraint. Nick could hear just how good he was using his cock.
"Cum on my cock, Mom! Fuck me with your pussy!"
"Yes! I'm gonna cum! Make my pussy cum, baby! Fuck Mommy's cunt! Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, yes, yes, yeeeeeees!"
A guttural noise came out of me then like I'd never made before. It was something between a moan and a roar and perfectly expressed the savage orgasm that was overtaking me. An airy lightness suffused me and for a moment I ceased to exist as anything but an ethereal fog of pure unadulterated pleasure. Nick's labored voice brought me back into my body with a sudden rush that sent me into a tailspin of bliss all over again.
"I'm going to cum, Mom! Oh, shit, yes!"
"Do it, baby! Cum inside me! Cum in Mommy's pussy!"
His face flushed a deep crimson, and I could see each tendon standing out in his neck as he crossed over the tipping point into orgasm. His body spasmed and I knew at that moment he was flooding the deepest part of me with his vital sperm. He heaved and pushed his cock violently into my cunt. More cum was being ejected inside my tightly clenched vagina. There followed one more lunge and the last of what he had to offer was deposited at the altar of my womb.
He huffed and puffed atop me. His crisis was over, but the trickling thrill from my orgasm was still tracing its way through my veins. I closed my eyes and let myself be absorbed in the raw physical manifestation of my love for my son. Every mother who denied herself this experience was only living half a life. I thought there could be nothing more profoundly felt than my love for my boys, but since I headed down the path of incestuous indulgence I have I realized there was so much more than I ever could have conceived of. I was complete in a way I hadn't known was possible.
Nick and I quietly held each other for a long time. His breathing slowed. My pulse eased back to normal. The sweat of our bodies mingled. His penis remained unfailingly hard within me. I was content to lie there under him as long as we could. My fingertips traced lazy patterns across his broad back. He used to be my chubby cherub, and now I could feel the hard planes of muscle where there had once been baby fat. My little boy had become my young man. His cock stirred within me.
"I love you so much, Mom," he whispered hoarsely.
"I love you, too, sweetheart." I kissed his cheek. "I remember when you were born, and I held you in my arms, you were so tiny and I thought I couldn't love anything or anyone more than I loved you at that moment." I held his face in my hands. "But there was a way that I could love you more. I'm glad we found that out together."
He touched his lips tenderly to mine.
"Me, too." With a subtle movement of his hips, his cock shifted inside the fleshy grip of my pussy.
"If you keep doing that," I warned him, "you're going to make me cum again."
He kissed the tip of my nose playfully. "Good." Nick began moving with purpose, keeping himself pushed tightly into me, and had me cumming again in a matter of minutes.
I made love with my son for the rest of the afternoon. He asked if he could fuck me doggy style, and I coached him through his first try at that position. We then tried a sideways approach. It was a bit clumsy, but effective. By the time I was on top, riding his weakening hard-on, he was shooting blanks. He was game for one more attempt after that, but when we heard his father arriving home from work, we decided that we'd probably had enough for one session and got dressed.
Since I was otherwise occupied and didn't have anything ready for dinner we ordered Chinese food. Timmy arrived home just as it was being delivered and we all sat down to a boisterous meal. The boys were both eager to talk about school, and Nick's "date," and the trouble Timmy and his friends almost got into after they met up at the playground. Usually we had to practically torture this sort of information out of them at the dinner table, but now they were not only willing, but eager to share the details of their lives with us. I suppose once you begin exchanging precious bodily fluids with your parents, opening up about the details of your day becomes a whole lot easier.
As I was putting the dirty dishes in the sink, Timmy came and gave me a hug from behind. I thought he was just being sweet, right up until he grabbed my tits and gave them a couple squeezes. I panicked for an instant because Nick and Evan were right there, but then I realized it was okay. I let Timmy go ahead and feel me up in front of his brother and father, and continued rinsing the dishes.
Evan tossed some empty containers in the trash. He came and gave me a quick peck on the cheek then gave one of my tits a squeeze himself. The boys thought this was hilarious, and they were all still laughing over it as they trooped off to the living room to see what was on TV. It looked like I had to give up my expectations of respect around the house, but I honestly didn't mind. Maybe it would become an issue one of these days, but for now I was rather enjoying the explicit sexual harassment from my guys.
We all watched television together for a couple hours until I began dozing off on the sofa. Evan and I headed up to bed, leaving the boys in command of the remote. When we got into bed, Evan wanted to know about what had gone on before he got home. I told him that Nick and I had been going at it for at least a solid two hours. He wanted to hear all the details. It wasn't long before his dick was hard and he was slowly stroking himself as he listened to my blow-by-blow account. I pitched in and fondled his balls as I told him all the ways I'd been fucked by his son that afternoon.
Evan was ready to go at it before I was halfway through recounting the fun I'd had with Nick. I told him I didn't know if my pussy could handle any more cock. He was more than happy to just lick my hard-used cunt. Knowing another cock had been buried in my twat all afternoon seemed to make it all the more appetizing for him. I continued telling him about how Nick fucked me until his balls were dry, and got a pleasant orgasm for my efforts. As soon as he'd gotten me off, Evan got up on his knees and jacked off onto my pussy as I held it open for him. His warm spunk squirting onto my clit and into my gaping hole had a wonderful soothing effect. I was too relaxed and sleepy at that point to clean myself off or bother getting back into my pajamas. I fell asleep naked, sticky and contented.
Later, something woke me.
The room was dark. My eyes immediately drooped and closed. I felt movement and realized someone else was in bed with us. I was lying on my side and a naked body snuggled up behind me. From the size of the thing jabbing my behind I knew it was Timmy. I wanted to ask him what he was doing, but I dozed off before I could make myself form the words. It must have been only moments later when I was awakened by him playing with one of my nipples. It felt good, but I was too out of it to respond.
The world began to fade again. As I was dropping off I thought I smelled something...baby oil. How odd.
Awareness returned. Half awake, half dreaming. Timmy spooning me. Sleeping naked. My husband breathing heavily next to me. Timmy doing something with my bottom. That boy sure does love Mommy's rear end. Something poking around my asshole. A finger? A tongue? Something soft and wet pressing against my anus. Feels nice. Just lie here and enjoy it. Let him play.
Slippery. Something slippery pushing into my butthole. Feels weird. Tighten up. Timmy holds still. Sticking his finger in my ass? Relax. What's the harm? Let him finger my ass if he wants. Relax. So sleepy. Going in deeper. Seems thicker than a finger. What's he doing back there? God, it feels strange. And good. Seems longer than a finger. His hand on my thigh. His hips against my ass. Wait. He's not. He couldn't be. No.
"What're you doing?"
"What does it feel like?"
"It feels kinda like you've got your dick is in my ass."
I blinked and was fully awake. Timmy pulled back and pushed forward.
"Wait! Are you really fucking me in the ass right now? I didn't say you could do that."
"You didn't say I couldn't." He filled my butt with another long stroke.
"Stop. You can't do that there. I've never done anal sex before," I hissed. I wanted to yell it, but I didn't want to wake Evan. "Timmy, stop."
"Does it hurt?" He fucked himself into my asshole again.
I tried not to let my rising panic get the better of me. "It doesn't matter. That's not something I do."
"Why not?" He wiggled his cock around inside my rectum.
"I just don't. Now take it out of there. It's a disgusting thing to be doing."
"You let me lick it," Timmy whispered and continued pushing in and out of me from behind."
"Yes, but...but..." I didn't know how to answer that, mainly because I was too distracted by the fact that my son was in the process of taking my anal virginity.
"Does it feel good? Mom? Do you like it?"
I didn't want to admit that while the experience was completely alien to me, that it was beginning to feel good. Really good.
"I shouldn't be letting you do this," I mumbled weakly. "You shouldn't be fucking your mother in the ass."
"I've always wanted to do this to you," he said and drove his prick into me. "It's so tight, Mom. It's better than I thought it would be."
Despite my objections, I forced myself to relax and accept what was happening to me. "But it's so dirty. You can fuck my pussy all you want, you don't have to fuck me back there." There was no conviction behind my protests.
"I can tell you like it, Mom. Don't act like you don't."
"No...I...we shouldn't..." I bit my lip to hold back a moan, but it came despite my efforts to silence it.
Timmy was right, I did like it. Anal sex was something that had always repulsed me. I never stopped to determine why, it was just somehow ingrained in me. It did feel weird, that was true, but not in an entirely bad way. To be honest, it felt weird in an entirely good way. What had I been so afraid of all these years?
"We're really doing it, Mom," Timmy sputtered, giddy with his nasty achievement. "We're totally having awesome butt sex."
"Yes, but go slow," I cautioned. "Mommy's never had a cock in her asshole before."
"So fucking tight," he groaned and continued easing himself forward and back.
I focused on the new sensations my son's penis was opening up for me and made a conscious effort to savor the moment. Afterall, it's not every night that a girl gets to lose her virginity for the second time. His fingers dug into my hip and he worked to pull himself as far into my rear orifice as he could. Timmy let out a sigh of unbridled satisfaction.
That's when I realized what might be behind his heightened delight. I'd always done as much as I could to take care of my pussy - I'd long ago gotten into the habit of doing daily Kegel exercises - but there was no way around the fact that I had pushed two, slightly larger-than-average sized babies through there. I wasn't exactly loose, by any means, but I also didn't have the unspoiled vagina of a pristine teenager anymore. For Evan and Nick, their cocks were thick enough that I must have felt sufficiently tight down there, but not for little Timmy. His smaller dick must have been practically rattling around inside me like a teaspoon in an empty mayonnaise jar. Poor thing.
Timmy obviously was able to get off in my pussy just fine, but my ass had to be a perfect fit for his skinny 13-year-old prick. He must have had this whole thing planned out. He'd lubed his cock up with a liberal coating of baby oil, and crept into my bed when I was most vulnerable. I'm sure he knew I would object if he proposed anal sex while I was fully conscious. The little scamp had pulled of the perfect crime. And I was glad he did.
"You're the first one ever to fuck Mommy's asshole," I said and reached around to touch him. My hand settled on his thigh, feeling it flex rhythmically as he thrust into me again and again. "You're right, I do like it. I like feeling your cock in my ass."
"Mom," he breathed in a hushed tone, "can you say 'anus' for me?"
He caught me off guard with that unexpected request. "What? Why?"
"I don't know. I just want to see what it sounds like when you say it."
It seemed odd, but who was I to judge?
"You want me to say 'anus'?" I purred in the most seductive voice I could manage. I heard a soft noise of approval from him. "As in, you're fucking my anus so good right now, sweetie. I love feeling your cock going in and out of my anus."
"Oh, geez, yes!" He began pumping his dick into my asshole quicker.
"That's it, baby, fuck Mommy's dirty anus. Fuck it good and hard."
He grabbed me tighter and rammed himself home. He unleashed a series of restrained cries into my pillow behind me as his cock spurted a healthy load deep inside my ass. Evan stirred. All the commotion must have finally woken him up.
"Wha--" he mumbled, casting about in the dark for what woke him up.
"Shhh," I soothed him. "Timmy couldn't sleep so I'm letting him fuck me for a little bit until he gets tired. Go back to sleep."
Evan grunted and turned over. He probably wouldn't remember anything in the morning. I waited a minute until I heard his breathing to fall into that familiar pattern of sleep.
"Keep your cock right where it is. Can you do that for me?"
I parted my legs and touched myself. My pussy was sopping wet after my surprise butt-fucking.
"Keep your cock right there in Mommy's asshole," I cooed and began masturbating. "God, that feels so strange."
As I lay on my side - my fingers in my pussy, my youngest son's penis in my ass, and my dear husband sleeping next to me - I had to smile at the absurdity of my situation. I'd barely had a kinky impulse my entire life, and now my days were consumed by depraved acts of perversity. Sex had been just one small part of my life. It had been mysterious, romantic and exciting when I was younger, but over the years it had become little more than a convivial chore. Something to be done more out of habit than ardent desire. The brief zap of an occasional orgasm was a nice treat, but nothing more. I had let my sex life lag to a somewhat pathetic exercise of dull repetition.
Timmy couldn't hold still behind me. As I massaged my clit to a fully erect state, he began once again slowly humping himself into my butt. Even though he was small, I expected to be sore back there the next day. It seemed impossible that at my age I was having new sexual experiences for the very first time.
"Oh, God, you really are fucking my ass," I moaned, unable to enjoy it in silence. "You like that, don't you, sweetie? You like fucking Mommy's tight, virgin anus with your hard cock."
"I love it, Mom. I fucking love it."
"Keep going." My fingers rapidly strummed back and forth over my clit with increasing fervor. "Fuck my asshole, Timmy. Fuck your cock in Mommy's dirty, slutty asshole."
It's not that he needed to be told what to do, but it got me so much more turned on to hear myself talking dirty. And saying these filthy things to my son only amped up the thrill factor even more. I was no longer a normal mom. I had become a hopelessly degenerate pervert, and I never wanted to go back to the way I used to be. I had no choice but to accept my newly discovered aberrant predilections and enjoy them with my family as much as I could. The risks were frighteningly dangerous, but the rewards were too tempting to resist.
"Your ass is so awesome," Timmy said softly behind me. "I want to fuck it every day."
It sounded like a good idea to me at the time, but then again I wasn't in a very clear state of mind. The peculiar sensation of my son's narrow rod of stiff flesh probing tirelessly into my previously untried rear passage was becoming more and more arousing as I slowly got comfortable with it. I scolded myself for having let my insecurities hold me back all these years from enjoying this potential source of pleasure. I worked my pussy as fast as my hand could fly. My thoughts began to fragment as I approached my impending climax.
I had lost coherence. All I could do was fixate on the rigid cock reaming my asshole and the vigorous beating I was inflicting on my impassioned clit. Nothing mattered except what was happening between my legs at that moment. The only thing I wanted was to reach that alluring horizon of ecstasy. Almost there. So close. That bright line of promise.
"Fuck me, Timmy," I gasped. "Ram it in my ass! Ram your cock in Mommy's fucking asshole! Oh, God...Oh, shit...Oh, fuuuuuuuck!"
I crossed the line in a sublime instant of light and happiness. It was everything I ached for and more. My anus clenched tight around Timmy's cock and I would have worried that I might be hurting him if I wasn't a million miles away as I hurtled through all the colors of my orgasm. My pussy quivered with seismic tremors and I had to jam three fingers inside me to calm the wild spasms. I distantly heard Timmy groaning as he dumped yet another pubescent load of sperm-laden jism into my previously unviolated rectum. It was almost like he was marking his territory with cum. I was more than happy to let my darling boy claim my ass for his own.
"Wha's goin' on?" Evan started to sit up. "Wha happen'?"
"Nothing, sweetheart, lie back down." I guided my husband's head back onto his pillow. "Timmy just made me cum, that's all. Go back to sleep."
My whole body shuddered with an orgasmic aftershock. I could feel another one hovering just at the edge. I pressed the heel of my hand against my clit and stroked my fingers in and out of my palpitating cunt hole. My pussy felt hotter than it ever had before. Within moments a second orgasm swept through me and pulled the breath right out of me. I tried to stay quiet, but a yearning wheeze emanated from somewhere far down in my chest as I rose and fell at the mercy of this second climax.
Timmy and I remained still for a time, my anus molded around the modest girth of his oiled prick. After a few minutes he slowly drew himself out. It gave me the bizarre sensation that I had just gone to the bathroom there in my bed. I stifled my giggle and tried to appreciate the odd new feeling instead of shrinking away from it. I rolled over and hugged Timmy against my naked body. He hugged me back and let me hold him like that for a long while.
"Okay, my little stud muffin," I finally said and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "Go get in bed and I'll see you tomorrow."
"Aww, can't I sleep here with you?"
"Maybe some other night. I don't know if my ass could take any more tonight."
"I wouldn't do anything else, just sleep."
"We both know that would be impossible. One of us is bound to get horny sleeping naked next to each other, and it's a school night."
"Fine," he grumbled. He ducked his head down to my chest and gave one of my nipples a long hard suck. The little shit. I was just cooling down and now he was going to go and get me all worked up again.
I gently pulled him off my tit. "Make sure you wash your dick off with soap before you get back into bed."
"Yeah, right," he chuckled as he slipped from my side. "Night, Mom.
"Good night, sweetie."
I heard my bedroom door open. "And, um...thanks for letting me do it in your ass."
Such a little gentleman. "You're welcome, Timmy. I very much enjoyed having your penis in my anus." I could practically hear him grinning in the dark. He quietly closed my door. I listened but didn't hear any water running. My guess was that he was going to spend the rest of the night jerking off his soiled prick and reliving the experience of banging his mom's butthole for the first time. What a nasty boy I had.
As I began dozing off once again, I felt a trickle of cum leak out of my ass, run down over the back of my thigh, and onto the sheets. I told myself I should get up and clean myself out, but then decided I was too comfy. I'd slept in wet spots before. Plus, I kind of liked the idea that my ass was filled with Timmy's spunk. What a nasty mother he had.
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