236302564 and You Thought This Would Be Easy

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Ok let's start with the completely boring part. Yes, it has been a long time since I've written anything. No, this is not a sequel to anything I've written previously. Yes my spelling, punctuation, grammar, and sentence structure are atrocious (It is wonder I've ever held employment). No, I don't' write Shakespeare, Iwrite porn, if you want enlightenment or culture, this is the wrong place on the Internet. Yes I welcome feedback and am willing to work with and editor, if and

when I can find one that will put up with me, as again I am slow to write. Apparently benji4lyf has agreed to give it shot and has agree to edit others that Iwill be finishing, as well as some new ones I am currently writing. This one inparticular has likely two more parts to it, one for sure - Sorry it's long.No, there are no parts of this that are real or based on any past, present or future experiences, as that would be slightly twisted. By way of an excuse pleasebe reminded that; Oedipus has been around for a long time and I am not the first to write about it (But if it helps you this can all be put down as being the product of a sick and demented mind and we can leave it at that). Again I write PORN, there is nothing genuine or morally right about it. The images are over thetop and decidedly unreal, if not cartoonish in nature. There are no consequences to what I write; no bad things are going to happen to the people I write about

unless it helps the story. That being said, there is no safe sex as this is notREAL so please do not leave me ten page diatribes on the merits of sexual abstinence, horrors of AIDS, sexual abuse or whatever you may feel you need to tell me to justify that you've read my story and now feel guilty.Lastly the characters in this story are FICTICIOUS so they are NOT real and subsequently are of the age they need to be to make all the legal people happy (Typically that is 18 & UP but if they need to be (Older, than they are - Its fiction)."Did you see it?" My husband asked me again for what seemed like the fiftieth time that evening.All day he seemed in awe of what had occurred this afternoon and had asked me on several occasions to reaffirm to him that he hadn't dreamt the whole thing. The now 'Infamous Pool Incident' had indeed occurred and the impact it had on me an

d my family was going to be life changing, we just didn't know it at the time. It was Michael's Year End Bash, he threw one every year just before the end of school as a 'Congratulations We Survived' kind of event. It originally started out as just a few close friends in grade nine but with each progressive year, moreand more kids were invited. His first party had eight kids, five boys, and three girls.The original plan was for four and four but one girl couldn't make it, which left a spot open for Michael's younger cousin Joel, who was a year behind. Joel was pretty athletic which allowed him to keep up with the boys but he was rather immature, a trait that only became more pronounced as he aged. This most recent party had been originally planned for twelve guests but soon blossomed into sixteen. Then a week before the party was to happen, Michael came to me and asked if t

here could be a few more kids added.Knowing this likely his last party as he and his classmates were graduating "Sure baby, as many as you want. It's likely your last hurrah," I said jokingly.Well, a few more soon became twenty, and twenty quickly became thirty-two, thirty-three if you included Michael's cousin Joel, who always seemed to get himselfinvited. So with a guest list as long as your arm, and a week to go we kicked into high gear and put the party together. I had some help from Michael and his father but that was limited as his dad was working long hours and Michael was in school. Needless to say the whole thing came together well and there was plenty of food, snacks, and music to go around, along with some ever present but not overbearing adult supervision.So everyone was mingling well and the kids were getting along fine when Joel broke out the water pistols, or should I say cannons, that I'd hidden away in the p

ool shed. Needless to say they were soon filled with icy cold water, thanks to Joel and he was making every effort to spray the more well endowed girls directly in the front of whatever flimsy excuse for a shirt they were wearing.


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Now some of the smarter girls were wearing their bathing suits underneath theirshirts, while others weren't, you get the picture. At that point it was time for the adult supervision to kick in and I asked Michael to help me bring his cousin in line. Joel like his father has difficulty taking direction from women so some male support on my side was appreciated. Roger had just got back from running an errand, so as I went to enlist him into our cause, Michael stepped up his assault on Joel's mayhem by threatening to drown him in the pool if he didn't sett

le. Well of course Joel pushed the point and amazingly Michael got a hold of him, even though Joel is somewhat stockier than Michael and as quick as you please, Joel was sent head long into the pool.Everyone of course cheered jubilantly and I had thought all was said and done. Roger had arrived and cautioned both boys to put an end to it and that seemed tohave taken care of things or at least I thought it did. I had even taken the time to confront Joel and let him know enough was enough and if he kept it up he'dsoon be going. Well apparently being admonished by his aunt wasn't a strong enough message or maybe it was too much because things were about to go south quickly. Joel, does not like to be put in his place by anyone, let alone a female so later he took advantage of a quiet moment in the party when people were talking to run up behind his cousin and pants him in front of everyone. For a full minute

you could have heard a pin drop.My son was naked from the waist down and his extraordinary equipment was on display for one and all to see. There were some 'Ooohs' and a few 'Ahhs,' a couple of 'Oh my gods,' one 'Holy fuck,' more than one chuckle and a definite 'I'm going to fucking kill you' from my son. Joel ran for his life and left the party quickly, running all the way home forgetting his parent's car in the process. I received a call from his mom, Judy shortly thereafter asking if it was safe to havehim pick up the car or should she come and get it herself. For the sake of the family I said I'd bring it to them and Roger would follow behind me to bring me back home.This brings us back to the moment at hand; my husband and I are getting ready for bed. Roger was already in bed wearing the bottoms of his pyjamas and I had just come out of the bathroom wearing the top. We often went to bed that way, and h

ad done so since the early days of our marriage, he had found it sexy from the time of our honeymoon and it just seemed to have stuck. It was now this ritual we never let go of, the only change was if I was having my period, then I wore panties, but typically I wore just the top. What few nighties I did have were of the more risqué type, that were meant to entice, although I think I looked rather enticing as it was in a pyjama top. Generally when I shopped for bedclothes, I bought large men's pyjamas, long sleeved and that was it, that's what we wore to bed.So here we were getting ready for bed. I had just come out of the shower, driedmy self off, wrapped a towel around my head like a turban and was putting on mytop, doing up the buttons. My husband sitting in bed waiting for me, obsessing,he couldn't seem to let go of what he and I and everyone else saw during the party; my son naked from the waist down, fully exposed and on display sporting a rather large, possibly extraordinarily large, although flaccid penis. Although the incident probably happened in less than a minute from beginning to end it did seem much longer. The global pause of the crowd seemed embarrassingly long and the moment felt like it had held still in time."God he's hung!" My husband continued.The excitement in his voice was almost palatable; he was exuding an intense curiosity about what we had all witnessed, a morbid fascination if you will. Not too dissimilar from driving by a car wreck, you don't want to look but you just have too."Yes baby I know," I replied in answer my voice trying to downplay my husband'senthusiasm.I thought if I could just normalize the incident we could just move past it, wit

hout any undo harm. But even in my thinking I was referring to today's event as'The Incident' the harm had already occurred and I just didn't know it yet."Did you see it?" He repeated sounding as though he would be more fascinated wit


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h context of my answer than my simple acknowledgement of the fact.My husband seemed to be attempting to judge the impact this was having on me, it was apparent that it had, had an impact on him. At the time I didn't think theimpact to me was as far great as it was to him, I was soon to find out differently."How could I not babe?" Again my voice was calm and matter-of-fact."We all saw it!" I said as I walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge.

Roger didn't really appear to be looking at me as he spoke. He was in some far off place, recounting the events of the day over and over again."But did you really get a look at it?" He asked once again."Yes baby I did," Was my response.It was simple and to the point, I find when he gets like this it's the best wayto deal with him. No emphasis on tone or phrasing, just straight and to the point. Any build up in my voice one way or the other would simply cause him to further react."I mean, my god did you really see it!" His emphasis on the word 'IT' was undeniable.He was clearly becoming obsessed with what had happened this afternoon at the pool party. He was in awe of his son's apparent size and quite frankly without bei

ng too overly dramatic, it was big."Yes baby I saw it," I said still trying to down play the issue and just normalize the situation I crawled into bed beside him, I was fussing with my earrings and was taking them out to put them by my night-stand.Seeing that I was having difficulty, he came up behind me and began to take them out for me, first the left and than the right. This was sort of a manipulationon my part, as this little ritual was usually an indication that we were going to have sex. I had thought if I could get him focused on something else, we could end this conversation and go to bed, but to no avail."It was big wasn't it," He asked really not expecting an answer that would be contrary to his observation. Hell, there really was no way to rebuke what we had seen, what everyone had seen for that matter."Yes baby it was big," I confirmed again, reassuring him once more that he was r

ight, it was big my son, our son was rather hung.I turned to face him, taking my hair out of the towel and letting it fall to the floor. He always loved this look on me, fresh from the shower, hair looking wet and sexy. I pulled my pyjama top down, causing the material to pull firmly against my breast, exposing my ample cleavage as a means to entice him away from this topic. My nipples began to poke out hard against the material indicating my arousal."My god and it wasn't even hard!" He said has he lay back, nestling his head into the pillow while staring straight up at the ceiling.I couldn't believe that he was ignoring my cues and staying singularly focused on this one issue. I was going to have to be more direct and actually initiate the first move."No baby our son got pants in front of all his friends and he wasn't sporting an erection," My god the man was a moron. How is getting pants'd in front of yourfriends a turn on for most teenage boys."Do you think he's a virgin?" Asked my husband innocently."I don't know Roger why don't you ask him!" Now I was getting annoyed.But it was clear that my tone wasn't registering, as this conversation didn't appear to have an end to it. Roger was becoming more obsessed. He'd always had a weird fascination with larger than normal penises, well that is to say when we watched porn together, it always featured the more well endowed actors vs. those that might be consider more normal in their... size."My god I wonder how often he gets laid?" Continued my husband."Roger Kemp that is enough!" I replied feeling a little frazzled by this discussion.

"You are talking about Michael, our son," I said finally trying to bring an endto this topic.For a second Roger appeared to have halted the discussion and he turned onto his


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side, blinked his eyes and looked at me seriously and said, "I know he's our son but my god the boy is hung like a porn star, better even. Think about it Kate, with a dick like that he must be a legend and he's only eighteen!"I just stared blankly at him as he continued, "God what girl wouldn't want a piece of that?"This was a trap that I didn't see it coming. Later when I looked back on it I would realize that this was the very moment things began to change, but at the tim

e my motherly instincts took over and I became protective."Look Roger, Michael is just a boy and yes he is a boy with a rather large... penis, but he is still a boy,""Girls his age are simply that, girls. They don't know what they want, they don't have experience and a boy with a rather large... penis, is not what you at the age of forty-two think it is," I continued down this vein trying to set my husband straight.I was hoping he'd join me on a path that might be more conducive to supporting our son, rather than overly glamorizing his 'Equipment', "most girls Michael's age have had limited encounters with boys and something that... size, it's kind of intimidating on your first attempt,""Michael may not have actually encountered someone brave enough to attempt such

a feat without having had more experience or at the very least multiple partners," I continued. To think that a young girls Michael's age would be willing to have something like that shoved inside her was a bit naïve on my dear husband's part.Roger remained quiet as I spoke and allowed me to go on. Had I known it was allpart of his twisted little plan I probably wouldn't have preceded as I did. Well they say hindsight is always 20/20 and without its benefit, I continued down this path blinded to what lay ahead of me."Besides," I went on, "Just because you have the best equipment in the game doesn't mean you know how to use it or, that you're the best player,"Of course my husband wasn't going to leave it there. He was too caught up in his single minded pursuit, getting side tracked as most men do, becoming fixated with one angle of discussion, sex.

"Is that the voice of experience speaking?" He asked a sly smile across his face."How did this conversation become about me?" I questioned. I was becoming more than a little frustrated and my blood was beginning to boil, "We were talking about Michael.""Yes I know but you seem to have answers I haven't considered, so I was wondering from whence this information came? Knowledge gathered through observation? Personal experience? Or are you just guessing?" God I hated when he waxed philosophical. As much as I loved my husband he could be an arrogant Son-of-Bitch when he wanted to be and this was proving to be no different."Look all I'm saying is that he does have the equipment you might think everyone wants," I looked at him knowing he wasn't able to get beyond the visual he'd seen this morning,"But without the right kind of practice, it maybe more of a curse than you'd like to think,""A curse, really. Are you sure?" Again that sly smile on his face appeared."Yes of course I'm sure. That's a rather large... a... weapon, he has between his legs," I reiterated what we both knew, "And I doubt there are any girls his age with the experience needed to handle something like that, let alone teach himhow to use it and use it well. Quite frankly that takes a woman not a girl,""And you don't think he's tried to use that thing on any of the girls that seemto clamour around him all the time; Becky, Cindy, Kay lee, Rachel," He listed just a small number of the girls that Michael had either dated or been close to over his high school life, "With not one of those girls has had the pleasure of that tool?"My husband was right. One of those girls had to have at least sampled some of my

son's length, whether fully or half-heartedly. My own heart ached for him, recalling his embarrassment this afternoon when all had been revealed. What if, I couldn't help but worry, he had experiences that weren't as flattering to his ego


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as you might think. What if his size made him more of a freak, than a god amongmen or more to the point boys? Boys who had no clear idea what a cock like thatcould do to or for a woman, if employed correctly.Not all women mind you, but enough of us that either secretly fantasized about larger men or have had the pleasure of experiencing them. Especially if the men knew how to use, oh the sexual doors they could open that others couldn't."Well they may have tried it, but I don't believe for an instant they'd have bee

n able to help him master it," I said emphatically.I was beginning to feel a mixture of things that ranged from custodial and protective, right through to possessive and jealous, almost covetous, "That would take someone with far more experience than any of those girls have.""Really, so we're talking a woman vs. a girl than?" My husband was being smug and it was having the effect he knew it would, the manipulative bastard."Well I would think so..." and before I finished my sentence I knew he'd playedme."Fine I'll hook him up with an escort for a graduation present and he'll get the practice he needs,"He smiled and reached for his cell phone, "Jamie will know just who to call.""You'll do nothing of the sort! No sleaze bag whore is going to get within a mil

e of my son!" Jamie was my husbands younger brother, Joel's dad and I had no doubt he'd know just exactly who to call."Well I wasn't thinking a mile but from what I saw this afternoon it look to bearound ten maybe twelve inches, What do you think?" the smile on my husbands face was devious and broad."I think you're goading me, is what I think," I replied knowing full well he'd got me roused and he'd done it on purpose. We had some of our best sex when I was in this state and he knew it. In fact I was betting he was counting on it."Well it was fucking huge wasn't it," he said with a smile. Moving in closer tome, closing the distance between our bodies, I could feel the heat coming off him and knew where this was headed. Roger had a few tells when it came to sex andthis was one of them."Yes it was," I affirmed.

"It was fucking huge," And thick, I thought to myself, nice and thick, oh my god was it thick.It didn't occur to me until later but I began to swear, which is one of my 'tells' when it came to wanting sex and Roger knew that one well. Suddenly I was horny, hornier than I had been in a long time. There is something unique about my frustration level, and me sometimes when I get frustrated I get horny. So given the futility of the discussion I'd been having with my husband I was definitely frustrated and therefore aroused.And this arousal brought on by my husband's incessant obsession with the size of my sons cock had me raging with a frustration I couldn't pinpoint. Before I knew what was happening he had his hand behind my head and brought me in for a kiss. He held my head tightly; making sure the kiss was tight and passionate. Our mouths sought each other as if trying to chew and consume the other. My tongue searched out his, as I suck and bit his lips. Soon both my hands held his face close to mine and I couldn't get enough of his taste and smell but I wanted more. The kiss continued and progressed as Roger leaned back into the bed against his pillows. I moved forward with him, straddling his legs, not wanting our mouths topart.I needed him, wanted him, and craved him. I pressed my forehead to his, my eyeshalf lidded and took the opportunity to breathe and get my bearings. Breathing deeply through my mouth, my firm breast rising and falling with the intake of air, I could feel my nipples hardening like diamonds, pointing proudly on my full firm breasts. My cleavage fully exposed with tiny beads of sweat beginning to form, Roger leaned forward and kissed my neck. His hands pulling open my pyjama shirt as he began to suck his way down to first my right and then my left nipple. H

e sucked and bit them, driving crazy as only he can. Over the years he has become very proficient at using the sensitivity of my nipples to get me to acquiesceto his sexual desires.


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So he began to work his way back up my neck to my mouth, while twisting my nipples between his fingers. This always drives me crazy and quickly leads to me demonstrating my love for him in overly amorous ways. Looking down through my half lidded eyes, I saw his cock poking through his pyjamas. It was firm and hard andlooked as though it ached to be touched, held, licked and sucked. I reached forit and found the head wet and slippery with his pre-cum."Arrgh, fuck," he moaned as my hand encompassed his erection.

I held it firmly and began to stroke his length. It was thick and hard and pulsed in my hand. It is amazing to me how something like a cock can feel both hard as steel and velvety soft at the same time. The head was wet and slick with pre-cum, I ran my thumb across the tip, and over the slit where I knew it would be the most sensitive. Around and around my thumb went in tiny circles, driving him crazy with desire. Ever so gently I used the nail of my thumb to slightly rack tiny scratches across the tip, playing with the slit that would readily expel it's precious load from his ever tightening balls. My husband's hips began to involuntarily pump."God I want you," I groaned as I stroked him.His right hand went between my legs and found my split. I was soaked and I could smell my scent as it began to fill the room. Soon the entire room would smell l

ike sex. God I loved that smell, so raw and intimate, nothing else smells like that and there is no way to dismiss it as anything but what it is. So many timeshad I smelt that smell on my girlfriends after lunch. Some had met their husbands while others hadn't. That smell so sexy and gorgeous is a dead give away signalling an afternoon of passion."My god you're wet baby," Roger groaned as he continued to press the folds of my sex, finding both my hot slick opening and the hard nub that is my clit, poking out from under its protective hood. Then he found my clit ring, which he dutifully began to flick back and forth. The stimulation was amazing and I knew I'd be cumming soon.Getting that clit ring was the best thing I had ever done. On a whim we had gone into a tattoo shop while holidaying in Vegas (What happens in Vegas...). I hadalways wanted a Tramp Stamp, this was before everyone had one, and we were looki

ng through the books at the different things other people had gotten done, whenwe came across a book with piercings. Seeing all the different types made be extraordinarily horny and soon I was engaged in a conversation with one of the girls behind the counter (that is a story for another time).Well given her experience and her promise of heighten states of arousal, I picked out the very things she had done. I got the works, Tramp Stamp, Nipple Piercings, and Clit Ring. The people in the shop thought I was crazy and tried to caution me but the girl behind the counter looked so sexy with her additions, I couldn't not do the same. Although the initial maintenance was a bit hard and I was sore, (let me tell you nipples are tough). So yes I was more than a little tender, well more like sensitive afterwards, but I had no regrets and Christ that clit ring drove me crazy. There would be occasions I would find myself standing in the grocery isle horny as fuck, because the little bead on that ring had been wrecking havoc on my clit. I'm telling you, I've had morning than one orgasm standing in the check out isle."Fuck I love this piercing," Roger groaned, as I squeezed his cock tighter to show my appreciation of his probing fingers. His cock was becoming slick with hisown pre-cum."I know you do baby, I know you do," I hissed as he continued to play with my soaking maw. I teasingly looked at him eyes lidded, "That's not all you love, is it?""No baby I love this hot wet pussy that's attached to it too and those firm fucking breasts, as well as that hot nasty mouth of yours," He continued as he drove two fingers deep into my channel. I humped his had like it was a beautiful hard cock. Writhing back and forth on his palm, dying to get more of him inside me,

"Where are your nipple rings?""In my jewellery box?" I said questioningly.I sometimes don't wear my nipple rings, as was the case today, I didn't think ha


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ving my nipples popping out I front of all of Michael's friends would have beentoo appropriate. My inner slut on the other hand, won't ever let me take out that hood piercing, that metal bar travels so beautifully along the length of my clit and so expertly increases my arousal, it's a wonder people can't smell my pussy wherever I go; who knows maybe they do?"Get them!" He commanded and I dutifully responded. I was going to be his full-blown slut tonight and he knew it. My clit ring, my nipple rings all being stimul

ated, fuck! I immediately got up off the bed and went to my dresser. Opening myjewellery box I found the little box I keep them in, I have three pairs, two sets of hoops and one barbel set. I took off my pyjama top, letting it fall to thefloor.Roger was watching me in the mirror. My back to him he starred at my ass, hips,and narrow waist, the deep tan of my skin and no tan lines. He looked at me in the mirror as I pinched my nipple and began to insert the nipple rings. God he loves to watch me do this, as it is usually a precursor to very hot, very rough sex. I put on the black onyx hoops that draw attention to my nice soft brown nipples and make them stand out even more than they already do, he loves this pair and likes to pull hard on them on the rare times I wear them They are so noticeable through my clothing that when I do wear them he knows it's and indication I wa

nt sex. They are a little heavier and the gage is thicker, so I certainly notice them more especially when I'm horny. Well let's just say I like to fuck as it is, and being decked out like this makes me want to fuck even more.I returned to the bed and centred myself over my husband. I grabbed his hand and placed it back on my wetness. My cunt was dripping and our bed would be soakedin the morning. Leaning forward I took his cock in my hand again and began to stroke him firmly, deliberately squeezing him hard enough to make him moan, as mygrip was tight to the point of causing him pain. I wanted fucking."God baby I need you," My hips were moving back and forth, grinding on his hand, simulating what I had fully intended to be doing to his cock."You need me or do you need a big fucking cock?" he smirked as he spoke, inserting his fingers deeper inside me, finding my G-spot. If he wasn't careful I would be squirting all over him in a minute.

"Both!" I exclaimed knowing full well where he was trying to lead me,"What is it you like about this nasty mouth of mine, the things I say or the things I do?""Both," he replied in kind.When we got going like this, we are both so nasty, and say things that push ourboundaries. We get so noisy it's a wonder the neighbours don't complain. Maybe they don't because they like the auditory show, who knows?"You're making me horny baby. So horny," I panted as I brought my mouth to his and kissed him deeply.God he was a good kisser. His tongue danced in my mouth hungrily, exploring me,just as I did him. Our mouths devouring each other as we sucked bit and chewed each other's lips. It so desperately reminded me of just how well my husband could eat pussy. He was a great fuck, there was no getting around that, his cock could work magic, but that tongue of his was possessed. I sucked his tongue like it was a little cock, showing him how desperate I was for him and just how incredibly horny I had become."I need you to fuck me babe," I pleaded, looking him in the eyes as both my hands now held his head, forcing him to focus on my face.He looked at me squarely and said, "You need to finish sucking my cock,"His left hand came up to the back of my head and began to push it down towards his groin. I gave him only modest resistance as his ever-hard cock came into view. Opening my mouth to accept the head of his cock and greedily suck his shaft deeper into my throat, groaning with pleasure as I took him. My tongue lathered his length; if I could I would saw lo him whole."That's it suck my cock baby," he encouraged, his balls tightened and his shaftflexed in my throat.

"Suck my cock while you think of that nice big cock between your son's legs," He was pushing me hard, testing my limits and I was getting so horny, I was sure I would cum at any the moment. His barrage of dirty talk was unrelenting and I lo


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ved everything I was hearing."Take it all the way to the back of your throat," He groaned as I engulfed him completely, "I bet no one has ever been able to do that for him?""I bet he's never been able to have one of those girls suck his cock completely, not like his mother does!" He was pushing me more and more; driving us to an abyss I wasn't sure we were ready for,"I bet he's never really buried himself completely in a woman before?"

"You've had big cocks before haven't you babe?" Yes I'd had big cocks before. He knew that. When we were younger he'd made me fuck three of his friends. He then slutted me out at a party, when we were both drunk and stoned, it had been a long time ago and we were very young. We almost didn't come back from that one, mostly because I think he slipped me something during that party but I think we pushed the boundaries of our sex life a little farther than either of us was ready to deal with at the time.We don't talk about that experience too often, it was very intense. I'm just thankful this was before the days of posting all your exploits on the Internet, god I'd never live that down. To this day I can't remember how many people I fucked that night, but I was covered in love bites and cum the next day. Some of the hickeys took weeks to heal. Some one had bit my pussy, my whole pussy. I had teet

h marks. Roger had an erection all week, and wanted to fuck me every minute of the day. I felt like I had cum leaking out of my ass and pussy for days. I didn't fuck him again for three weeks and went to the clinic for six months afterwards, just to make sure I didn't contract anything. I think the nurses there had thought I was a college prostitute."You've been able to suck them deeply and take them into your throat haven't you?" My husband taunted. Oh yes he knew about my chequered past and at times likethis, he loved to flaunt it. He loved to rub my experimentation in my face, hell it was our experimenting together but the way he talked you'd think it was allme."Why you've had more than one cock at a time haven't you babe?" I groaned loudly when he revisited that particular moment in our lives, god we were young and foolish.

The first time with his friends I had actually enjoyed it. Truth be told I enjoyed it all three times it happened and honestly I knew he was jealous that none of them had ever included him. He had been in the room when they were happening and was getting laid by some other college tightly at the time but he had never been one of my partners."That's it take my cock and show me what a beautiful cocksucker you are," he demanded and I responded with a practiced affinity he knew all too well."All the way you nasty bitch!" Roger reached over my back and cupped my ass, his hand tracing the curve of my spine as it lead to my firm ass. I am proud of myass. It is firm and round, each cheek it's own separate globe with a beautifully defined crack. His fingers came to the parting of my cheeks as he sought my delicate rosebud. Sliding further he reached the crevasse that was my sopping cunt."Fuck you're so fucking wet!" He acknowledged what I already was well aware of,I was thoroughly soaked. My crotch and thighs glistened with my own juices and the sheet below me was quickly becoming a lake dedicated to the burning desire of my aching pussy.Again I groaned loudly as his index finger slid into my fold, "Aaarrrghhh...!"I pulled my head from his gorgeous cock, "More... Slide more in me... Ohhhh, Fuck!!""Look how wet you are, thinking about that big cock while you suck on your husband's?" he goaded me continually as my arousal soared to ever continuing heights."You're such a nasty little bitch aren't you?" He continued, his fingers were making squelching noises as they thoroughly abused my gash, "You going to make mecum down your throat, bitch?""You going to take my cum and show me what a nasty bitch you are?" Roger loved i

t when I gave him head. He said it was one on the most erotic things he'd ever witnessed, "Oh god yes that's it use your tongue,""Burry my dick all the way to the back of you throat!" I took him as deeply as I


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could. Taking a cock down my throat has always been so fucking nasty to me. Itgives me a true slutty feeling. It is one of the most emotionally intense experiences I can share with my lover. It opens me up emotionally on such a deep wanton level, which often leads to some of the nastiest sex I've had."God you such a wanton slut. I should pimp you out bitch?" Roger was definitelypushing it now, "You'd like that wouldn't you if I pimped you out?"For some reason instead of being shocked and appalled by what he was saying, I w

as elated. I wanted to hear him say more, debase me more, not be cruel, but definitely push my whore button."Yeah that's it you're such a nasty bitch," I was deep throating his cock now. Taking him fully into my throat, so much so my tongue was actually licking his balls as my nose pressed against his groin."Oh god baby take my cock!""Yes make me cum and then I'll pimp you out babe," he said nearing his climax."Take my cum and I'll pimp you out to that big nasty cock down the hall," Rogerhad no idea what he was saying. If he came at that very moment all of this talkwould stop. Men will say the craziest things when they've got a killer erectionbetween their legs."You know you want it," For a split second I almost took his cock out of my mout

h and gave him the answer he so desperately wanted to hear. I was horny and getting hornier and Roger my psychopathic husband wasn't seeming to want to allow me to cum."You know you want to fuck that big nasty cock, and you don't care who it belongs too do you," He was right I was beginning to become immersed in his incestuous coercion.My lust was being piqued ever higher with no respite in sight. The intense micro orgasms he was giving me were continuously bringing me to the edge without carrying me over. The burning in my clit and the vacancy deep in my cunt was creating an ache in my lower abdomen. I hadn't felt anything like this in years, not since before the children were born when the desire to have them outweighed all reason. I somehow felt incomplete and needed some intangible thing to again make me whole. My husband was making me insane and insatiable all at the same time.

"That's it!" He pumped his hand in and out of me, "Turn our son into a true mother-fucker,""Shut up and fuck me you bastard and make me cum or I'm going to fuck more cockthan you care to think about!" I scolded him in my passion.He had no idea what he was about to unleash. This was no longer playing and teasing; this was becoming all too serious. I was considering doing the things he was implying. I was going to transgress boundaries that should never be considered. Thoughts were running through my head that were beyond what he was devilishlyalluding too. I was willingly considering going far beyond what my husband was cooking up in his twisted brain."That's my slut," Roger said as he continued to manipulate my clit. He was veryadept at bringing me to the edge and holding me there. I still can't tell you whether I like it or hate it when he does this to me, my body screams for releasebut my mind knows that the build up will make the whole experience more intense."You want that big cock don't you? You want that hard fucking thing sawing in and out of you, don't you? Answer me bitch!""Push your luck fucker, push your luck and just see what I do," I threatened trying to gain some semblance of control, but he and I both knew I was lost to my lust.I can't imagine that Roger had any idea what doors he was opening. Doors that should never be opened, sometimes women do have bonds with their sons that are different than those of their daughters, different and more immersed in other darker things than any of us want to consider."How much longer can you ride the edge before your need to cum outweighs your better judgement?" Roger was taking us to that slippery slope and I wasn't fully s

ure I could keep us away from it."Roger you need to let me cum baby," I pleaded with him. I placed my forehead to his and looked deeply in his eyes. I knew if he let me cum, if he gave me that


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intense orgasm my body was so desperately craving we could get past this momentand would look back and laugh at how crazy we became. I would be able to convince him it was merely role-play and nothing more."You can't leave me like this Roger, you can't make me this vulnerable baby, it's not fair," There were tears in my eyes as I spoke. The series of micro orgasms seemed to be connecting into one long burning charge of energy. This was rather like the quick and sharp inhales that come before you sneeze, but with no sneez

e was in sight."Look how wet you are baby girl!" He was grinning from ear to ear.He had no idea how far I was, how close to gone I was. The urgency I was feeling was immense and over powering. It was driving me to considering things I wouldn't even dare to consider. I was in heat. As primal and vulgar as that may sound, my body, my mind, my whole being wanted sex, wanted to fuck and be fucked and at that particular moment it wasn't too choosy."God you need a cock inside you don't you?" Our eyes were locked on each other.Wordlessly I was trying to convey the depth of emotion I was feeling. I could not articulate what was happening inside my body. I needed release. I was on the verge of a passion that was becoming embroiled in desperation and anger."You need a big nasty cock sliding inside you, stretching that beautiful tight p

ussy of yours don't you?"He was pushing me. He was fingering my clit and sliding his fingers in and out of me, spreading my juices all over my groin. The smell of my cunt flooded the room. I was an enraged woman seeking the solace of a man and he was playing games. Gone are the days of the caveman and here are the days of the Goddess Warrior.I will take what I want and not wait for a man to laden me with shame and misery. I will claim what is mine. I will fuck. I will fuck whom I want, when I want and how I want. I will fuck."You know I do baby. You know I need to feel more than just your fingers. You have to fuck me baby, you have too," I was reaching out to him, giving him the last desperate hints of where I was emotionally. I was pleading with him to take me,To take the woman before him and revel in the sexual bliss I was capable of giving him.

"I do baby?" he questioned. He was still playing games, trying to manipulate mein some perverse power play that made him feel dominant."I have to fuck you," I said. I was sincere in that moment. I had to fuck him. I knew if we didn't consummate this act now, we would change the nature of our relationship irrevocably."Are you sure baby? You sure it has to be me fucking you?" Again with the games, the power he thought he had. This was no longer a game, a role-play between lovers. I was gone. I was considering breaking a significant taboo and there was no coming back from that. God my husband was such a fool."You're so hot right now. Why I bet any really nice big cock would do, don't you?""Roger stop it!" I said, "You, we can't go there,""Go where baby?" He smiled as he spoke, "Where can't we go?"Roger continued to manipulate my body, expertly stimulating me, as only he knewhow. My ecstasy was driving me crazy, each plateau higher than the next. We kissed and sucked each other's mouths, necks, and torsos. Just when I thought my frustration would take the better part of my experience, incurring my anger ratherthan my lust, Roger would concentrate on another part of me pushing my sexual heat forward."I don't understand, is there some place we can't take our love?""Roger, that's not fair, don't do this to me," I was a mess. He continued to touch me and caress me as he spoke, each moment heightening my arousal, "I know where you want me to go and we can't go there baby, we can't take it that far,""Far baby?" His arrogance was becoming obnoxious, "How far?""Oh god Roger, please you keep bringing me to the edge and pulling back, you kno

w I can't do this for too long, you know what will happen!" He had his index and middle finger of his right hand buried deep inside me as his thumb continued to play with my clit.


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I couldn't believe how wet I was, how soaked the sheet beneath me had become. It was becoming harder and harder to keep my eyes focused. My breasts sat firm onmy chest, rising and falling with my excitement, my nipples harder than they had ever been, erect diamond nubs that ached to be pulled, bitten, twisted, something. I was on my knees before him on the bed, thighs spread wide apart providinghim with complete and full access to my core, quivering in this maddening lust.My body covered in perspiration, my hair matted, my mouth open breathing deeply.

My cunt screaming at me for release, I ached."What will happen baby?" Roger looked at me with a feigned seriousness,"Will something happen?""Oh fuck. Oh Gaaaawwddd!" I screamed grinding my hips on his hand, "Fuck Roger.Fuck you, you bastard!""What's the matter baby? What's happening?" again he smiled that devilish smile."Make me cum! Don't stop! Don't hold me there!" I growled."Why not baby? Why can't I hold you there?""Because..." I was panting heavily now. Soon I wouldn't be coherent at all. My ability to articulate myself clearly would be compromised and all reasoning and logic would leave me."Ohhhh Gaaawddd!! Ahhhh, Ffffuuuuccckkkk!! Oh you bastard, you fucking bastard!!

" Each phrase came in rapid succession of the other. I reached forward with both hands and grabbed his forearm in a vain attempt to force him to make me cum. My body shook and I began to cry as I felt no release."What baby? What do you need?" Roger's voice sounded compassionate and caring on the surface but in reality he was far from it.In a moment of lust driven clarity I looked him square in the eyes and spoke ina guttural tone, "I need a cock! I need a cock fucking me!"My voice was forceful and serious, "I need a cock in me fucking. Making me cum!"And just to clarify exactly where I was and how I felt at that particular moment I forcefully said, "I can't take any more of these micro orgasm!""A cock baby, where are we going to get you a cock?" Roger was smug. He thoughthe had me. He thought I was a slave to my desire and that he held the key to how it was run.

"Yours baby. Please put yours inside me! Fuck me with your cock!" I was giving him this last chance to move away from the precipice. Each time I spoke I made sure to emphasize the word 'Your'. He had no idea what he was asking, no idea where this road he was heading us down was leading. And before he succumbed to P.E.R. (Post Ejaculation Remorse) I was going to move him as far away from it as I could."Sorry baby you have to finish sucking my cock be for I can do that. You know the rules," His right hand slowed its manipulation of my sex, while his left cameup to my neck and began to move my head down."Don't do this Roger, this is big... Don't go this far," I could feel my heart ache at where we were headed. Roger was pushing me too hard and I was going to lose myself to this level of lust. There was a darker me that wanted to entertainthe desire he was alluding to. There was deviously, sickening part of me that ached for and accepted this path, the path I would never return from."You are my bitch and you will do as I say..." Those words hit as no others had. Just at that moment my will broke and I resigned myself to a fate my husband could not fathom."Roger, I'm telling you this will backfire. This will go farther than you want.You can't see what you're asking me to do," It was hopeless and I knew even as I spoke those words that there was no turning back."I'm asking you to suck my cock bitch and then to get fucked by the biggest cock you can find!""There will be no coming back from that Roger. I will not be the same woman afterwards. Playing is one thing, doing is another," My voice had lost all resistance. If he pushed this it would happen, my commitment to this act would be resolut

e and complete."You know the rules..." He repeated once again."I know the rules Roger and so do you..." My cunt was wet and soaked and he cont


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inued to finger my pussy and play with my excited clit, "We have not discussed where this could lead, I told you that I am exposed and open here!"Roger just smiled and laughed as he held me. One hand holding the back of my neck firmly, not allowing me to move away from him, the other had buried in my pussy, continuously bringing closer and closer to my orgasm, only to let off just enough to keep me on the edge."Yes baby you are open to taking a big cock up your tiny cunt. You will take it

and you will like it and you will relish in the thrill of it," Roger spoke witha finality that he did not understand, his lust filled fugue kept him obliviousto the consequences of our next steps."Fuck you Roger, fuck you!" The last of my resistance fled and I was resolved to his wish, as it had now become mine."No bitch suck me and then fuck you, " No sooner had he said that then he forcefully pushed my head down on his cock.Like the whore he wanted me to be I open my mouth and took it. I immediately dove down on his cock and took him deeply into my mouth and then down my throat. Iswallowed his cock completely to the base; I was now the mother whore we both wanted."Oh god you're good," he moaned freely, "So fucking good!"

"That's it slut take my cock, take my cum and suck me like the whore you are!" With every fibre of my being I complied with his expectations. I took his cock deeply, covering it with my saliva making it glisten and shine."Is that what you want baby, you want a whore for a wife," I asked as I pulled my mouth from his cock. I was gasping for breath and sucking back my own spit mixed with copious amounts of my husband's pre-cum."You want a slut in your bedroom!" I stared at him directly, my eyes firmly locked on his, awaiting confirmation."A nasty fucking cunt who doesn't care who or what she fucks," I added."Yes that it, that what I want. A bitch! My bitch!""Careful babe you push me too far and there will be no coming back from this," The warning was soft and non-compelling."Oh bitch! you have no idea what I want,"

"Well why don't you lie back and I'll give you what you're asking for and more," Now the devious smile was upon my face and without him realizing it the tableshad turned."Oh god baby spread out before me, just like that, you are such a sexy man," Roger lay back on the bed getting comfortable as he waited for my compliance Positioning himself in the middle of the bed he rested his head on his pillow, "Move down a little lower,""Baby look at your cock its so hard for me," I began to stroke his thick shaft,grasping it firmly, squeezing it just the way I know he loves. My thumb ran across the head of his cock, as I came to the tip, smearing his pre-cum over his sensitive gland."Baby I need to get the lube out of the drawer," I told him."God yes please," purred my husband.Leaving him briefly on the bed I went to the top drawer in my husband's dresser. We used it to house all of our kinky little pass times, our lubes, toys, and other various sundries that we had accumulated over the years. In my right hand Iheld the lube and in my left, which I kept behind my back, I held my salvation.Crossing over to the bed I straddled him, my head facing away from his as though we were going to sixty-nine with me on top. Sitting upright on his chest I pushed him back and placed my legs on either side of him, my shins and ankles pressing down on his arms. Leaning forward I place the bottle of lube between his legs and begin to stroke his hard cock."What else do you have there?" he asked, taking note of the weight of the itemsplaced between his legs. Sitting up so that I partially impaired his view I poured some lube into my hand and over the head of his cock.

"Christ, that's cold!" he exclaimed.I quickly took his thick cock in my hand and began to stroke his length. Using both hands I continued to stroke his shaft making it slick and shiny. My fingers


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and hands travelled down his length and over his tight scrotal sac that housed the cum, that was boiling and aching for release. Holding them in my palms, feeling their weight, I bent forward and licked his shaft from root to tip. This exposed my severely wet pussy to my husband."God you're so wet. Your cunt is glistening,""You've got me hornier than I've ever been!""You're such a slut,"

"You'll soon see," With that said I quickly leaned back bringing my sodden pussy to my husband's hot awaiting mouth.As I did I brought with me my salvation. A number of years ago Roger had gotteninto a mild SM&BD phase and he purchased two sets of regulation police handcuffs. With both of these in my hands I sat comfortably atop his face smothering himwith my sex. As planned he was doing what he always did when we adopted this position, he was holding onto the rails of the headboard. Men are nothing if not predictable. In one swift motion I cuffed first his right and than his left had to the headboard of our bed.Sitting back upright I held myself in place enjoying the squirming sensation ofmy husband's slightly panic motions. He continued to struggle briefly but soon resigned himself to the task of eating my already sensitive pussy. It was however

too late as I had other plans set for what would soon become of my delicate flower.I stood up and walked to the door grabbing my Terri-cloth Housecoat hanging there. I put it on and removed the belt around the waist. Making a loop in the one end I secured it around Roger's right ankle and then firmly fastened the other end to the foot board. Returning to the door I found Roger's matching housecoat and took the belt from it securing his left leg, all this among various complaints and egregious protests."What the fuck are you doing???" Roger exclaimed, his alarm quiet evident in his tone."Just a sec I'm not quite done," I said as I returned to the infamous top drawer. Reaching inside, I grabbed one of my favourite devices from back in our B&D days, my husband's cock ring, "Here this will keep you nice and ready should I dec

ide to return,"I turned and the opened the door."Where are you going?" The urgency in Roger's voice was plainly evident."I'm going down the hall to fuck our son; you know the one with the really big dick," I said.The liberation those words brought at that very moment was unreal. I couldn't believe how committed I was at that very moment to something that earlier had both frightened and appalled me. But now this electric charge coursed through my body and I was enthralled at the very thought of what I was about to do."Oh my god!" Roger said his voice had the quality of quiet resignation that youvery rarely hear in someone of his stature. He had thought he was in charge of me, in charge of what happened to me sexually inside our marriage. Now he was finding out that it was merely a façade, a pretext of what was only allowed on the surface but not deep in my core, my being."Well that's what you wanted isn't it?" I said, my tone forceful and steadfast."It certainly seems to be what your hard cock wanted," His cock was still erect, not that the cock ring allowed it to soften any time soon, which indicated hisextreme arousal. We had talked of these types of fantasies before. Fantasies that involved multiple partners, of me being shared or passed around, treated likea slut and whored out to nameless others.But now, this time it was different. I was not a hapless victim of the more powerful man in my life. No this time I was completely in charge and the choices were mine as was the path before me. I was not thrust upon it, I was choosing it. Choosing it in spite of my husband, in spite of what other might think or say, Iwas making this choice because I wanted it, needed it, craved it.

"You better hope he has condoms in his room," I smiled as I spoke."Why?""Well because I don't and ever since your vasectomy I've not had to think about


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birth control,""Oh my god you're going to let him cum in you?""Well I'm certainly not going to stop him if that's what he wants to do,""Oh, fuck!""Oh fuck is right, are you ready for this?"I left the door open as I walked down the hall. I would not be hiding anything from my husband. No, he would hear everything that happened down the hall, as it

happened. I would likely not be hiding anything from anyone; it's hard to hide the swell of a pregnant belly or the beaming smile of an impending expectant father.I wasn't sure what I was doing. All I knew at the time was that I was horny, more horny than I had ever been thanks to my husband and I really wanted to be fucked. Moreover I wanted to be fucked by a big dick and the closest available one was a mere ten paces down the hall. At this point what trepidation I had vanished, again thanks to the maniacal manipulation of my husband. He had seen our son get pants earlier in the day, as did I, and all of my son's friends who had cometo his annual year end bash. And now all my husband could think about was the size of our son's cock. Mind you even though it was flaccid, it was quite large, larger than my husband was hard and my husband's no slouch.

So as I approached Michael's bedroom door, my heart pounding in my chest, legs vibrating with lust and desire, I thought I could hear what sounded like crying.In that instant I panicked, my heart cracked and I opened the door thinking he had been more scarred from this afternoons incident than I had originally thought. I wanted to rush in there and sooth him, comfort him and tell him it was ok, everything would be alright. The instinct to protect my baby burned in me."Michael? Michael are you up baby? Are you ok?" I stated as I pushed open the door and rushed in, not prepared for what I would encounter. He didn't hear me, he'll he didn't even notice I had entered the room.The scene before me was surreal. Michael was on his bed, lying on his back, muscular legs spread, his covers pulled down past his waist exposing the flat washboard abs of his stomach, which was covered in a sheen of sweat, his broad chest heaving, his head thrown back, eyes closed as he stroked his magnificent cock wit

h his right hand. My god it was big.It had to be almost as thick as a pop can; I'd never seen anything like it in my life. And long, if he had laid it across his stomach instead of up in the air as it was, it would've been way past his belly button; it looked like it could touch his chin. I couldn't imagine how he kept something like that hidden from usfor all these years. God forgive me but I had to have that thing inside me, stretching me, pushing me to my limits, that's what my husband had wanted and now it's what I wanted.His hands were slick, and shine in the light as was his cock. He had obviously been masturbating with a lube of some kind to produce that kind of shine. Everything glisten, even his balls, which were shaved. At first I didn't see any pubichair, but as he slid his up and down his gorgeous shaft I noticed he had a small tuft just at the base of his cock, god it was sexy. I wanted to lick and suck his entire length, hold his balls in my mouth, suck the head of his cock as it expelled the sensual fluids that would soon be filling every orifice I had.He was lost in the moment as he stroked his shaft. His right hand sliding up and down, from the base of his balls to the bulbous head. His left hand was at that end of his cock squeezing it tightly in what was likely an attempt to prolong his impending orgasm. A barrage of dirty talk was escaping his lips and I couldn't believe what he was saying, it both thrilled and frightened me. I could feel my nipples harden as I looked on, my pussy was already a sopping mess and for aninstant I thought the site of him would make me cum."Oh fuck mom, take my cock. God that's it suck my cock like you do dad's."Yes, he was lost in what appeared to be a sensory over load, "Oh god yes, take that big cock get it ready for you. You know you want it. Fuck it like dad said y

ou would."It was evident he had been listening to his father's and my sex talk and it hadhim riled beyond belief, as he continued his sexual tirade, "Fuck it all the way


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in you like a slut, like my slut."By the tone of his voice and his choice of words, I could see that apples didn't fall too far from the tree. "Yeah my slut. That's it, that's it. Be my slut. Be my slut mom, my slut mom. Oh god. Oh god yeah!"And the scary thing about all of this was that I liked it, I wanted it and it had me oh so very aroused. My cunt had never been wetter and my nipples were so hard they hurt. I couldn't wait to fulfill his desires, to be his slut, to have hi

m buried deep inside me, driving wild with his phallus. I wanted this, no I needed this, I would be his wanton whore, if that's what he wished. He was so caught up in what he was doing he was unaware that I had breached the door and was now starring at him as he stroked that huge phallus.I was mesmerized, transfixed, focused on that magnificent pillar of flesh. It had to be at least twelve inches long at least, there was no way it was shorter than a foot and as I said almost as thick as a pop can, I knew I would just be able to get my hand around it and thankfully take at least some of him in my mouthand hopefully down my throat. He did have a bottle of lube on his night stand, which he had used to slick his cock up to, masturbate with. Oh god did it shine in the limited light of his room. It looked even more ominous than the time I had first seen it at the pool.

I wanted to walk in and drop my housecoat and climb onto his bed. I wanted to take his cock in my hands as I straddled him and slide him deep inside me. My sick bastard of a husband was right, I wanted to fuck my son. I wanted his big beautiful cock fucking me until I couldn't walk straight or until he could no longerget it up, which I was hoping would take a very long time. I knew there would be no coming back from this and I was at once excited by that prospect and scared.I backed out of his room and shut the door. I tried to ensure the handle made as little noise as possible as the door shut into place. Steeling my nerves I took a deep breath and knocked. "Michael are you up?""Yes, I'm up mom," He sounded startled and I could hear him shuffling and fumbling around. He would most definitely be trying to make himself presentable for fear I would simply walk in once I had announced myself. Unlike his father I had long given up that practice, which was likely why I had no idea of his monstrous

appendage."Can I come in baby?" I tried to keep my voice steady and controlled in an attempt hide from giving off any sign of the nervous tension I was feeling at my core. I took a deep breath and steadied myself as I waited for his reply."I'm in bed mom.""We're you sleeping?""No." He was at least being honest. I wondered how honest he'd be once I entered his room. Could we both be honest and admit what it was we secretly desired from the other. I knew I was certainly going to try."So can I come in baby, please?""Yes, ok." He was clearly uncomfortable. I don't know whether it was from the events of the day or the fact that he was in bed, naked under his sheets and I'd just interrupted him masturbating about his mom. I imagine it was a combination of both. I came out from behind the door and entered his room. I could smell theteenage musk of boys as I entered. I knew that smell, sweat, puberty, and cum. I could definitely smell cum, strong virile boy cum. I must have been too overwhelmed the first time I opened his door to notice. However, this time upon entering his room I noticed the ever-present scent and truth be told, it made me wet."Baby are you alright?" I asked my voice trembling as I approached his bed. Thebutterflies in my stomach were working overtime. I knew that once I entered hisroom there would be no stopping what was about to happen, Roger had got me so worked up, my nerves had me all over the place but my resolve was unshaken. I wasalso a little panic stricken trying to tease apart the jumble of emotions I wasfeeling. By the time I fully entered his room and was at the edge of his bed mylegs were shaking. I was excited, apprehensive, scared, frantic, feverish, lustf

ul, wanting, and horny all at once, I needed to sit.He was so large; I couldn't get the image out of my head. I mean I knew he was big, I had seen him earlier in the day but Not as I had a mere minute ago. The tr


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uth was, up close his cock was intimidating. However this time it was a different matter entirely, he was sitting up in bed with the sheet pulled up, covering his waist. He had his knees drawn up and slightly apart so that his sheet tentedout between his legs; he was desperately trying to hide his erection. I knew hewas hoping that this blind he was creating hid his engorged member and gave it time to reduce in size. I on the other hand had no intention of allowing that possibility to occur. Frankly I was of the mindset to do everything in my power to

make that magnificent specimen even more noticeable. Sitting as I approached, the sheet covering his body, knees bent as they were he looked guilty. His attempt to hide his erection failed, I knew he was still hard and I would make him harder."May I sit down?" I needed to sit, I was so nervous.. I needed to breathe and regulate my breathing so that I could both converse and plan my seduction. Truthfully I wasn't as prepared as I would've liked, we had a number of barriers in the way, not to mention the greatest taboo of being mother and son."Umm, well I was just about to go to sleep really," His lie sounded unconvincing but I knew if I pushed it he'd crack.I sat close beside him allowing my presence to be full and complete. My terry cloth robe opened at the top, giving visual access to my fairly substantial breast

. I knew my cleavage was on display and I did nothing to hide it from him, in fact I wanted him looking at it, the more distracted he was the more he would letdown his guard. I crossed my legs fully exposing my calf, most of my knee and some of my thigh, letting anyone present glean that I was in all likelihood nakedunderneath. In the back of my mind I wondered if he could smell my arousal, I knew I could. All this I was hoping would add to my arsenal of wiles."Really, you look wide awake?""Ah, well, I ah, I was going to read a bit and than go to bed.""Oh really? What book?""Ah well..." He began to scramble and reached over to his night stand opening the drawer as if to grab some imaginary book. His hands were shaking and it was clear he was nervous, I had caught him off guard and he was struggling for composure. As he pulled the drawer open the first thing that came into view was the lar

ge bottle of lube. The flip top lid was open and bottle itself looked to be slick and wet, covered with some of its contents. The look on his face was priceless. His eyes were as big as saucers. In that moment I had him and I decided I wasn't going to let him go."Oh, that's the lube your father likes to use too.""Wha.. What?""When your father masturbates or has me jerk him off, that's the lube he likes to use," I said. "You two have similar tastes in lube, I wonder what else you might both share a taste for?""I uh, I uh. Uhm...""Look honey you don't have to be embarrassed and you needn't lie. Besides I cansee from the residue on your hands and the smears on your sheets and pillows that you've been using a lube, and quite recently I might add."I could tell Michael was flabbergasted and if I weren't careful I would lose him to his mortification. I had to find a way to bring him in, to bridge the distance between the Michael of a few moments ago, fantasizing about fucking his mother, with the one I was facing right now, the embarrassed and overwhelm son. I decided that fortune favoured the brave and my next move was in all likelihood thebravest or craziest thing I had ever done. I took his hand. And before he coulddo anything, pull it back, voice a protest, I kissed it."Baby it's ok don't worry," I said kissing it again. And then a third and fourth time, the last time I allowed my tongue to come out and ever so delicately lick two of his fingers. "I like this lube too, the way it feels, the way it tastes, how it makes everything so slick and wet. Things just slide better don't you think?"

"What?""They slide better. Things covered in lube slide better than things that aren't?" I smiled, "At least that's what I've found."


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I reached into the drawer and took out the lube. I could tell he had been in a rush when he put it to the drawer; not only was the lid not closed but the bottle was still slick on the outside, a clear indication that he had recently been using it. In one hand I held the lube, in the other I held his hand."Oh my, the bottle is all slippery. I'm getting it all over my hands," I giggled my best girly laugh. I tipped the bottle over and squeezed some of the contents onto my hand, the one that held his. "See how slick it is."

"You know when your done using it you should really close the lid. Unless of course you really weren't finished using it?"I put the bottle in my lap, not closing the lid as if to emphasize my point. I deliberately began to rub some of the liquid from my hand onto his, almost as though I was simply massaging his hand and nothing more. I used tiny circular motions, using both my thumbs to massage the back of his hand and then his palm and thumb. The pressure I applied was definitely more sensual than therapeutic. As Igently caressed his palm and thumb I moved onto his fingers. With the fingers of my hand as I began to stretch out his hand opening his palm. It was my intent to demonstrate visually for him how dainty and small my hand was compared to his. I was showing him how his fingers were so much longer and thicker than his, how his hand could encompass mine, dominate it, grasp and take hold of it at will.

Soon I began to trace my fingers along his in this way I could caress each finger as though it were a tiny cock."Mmmm, so smooth," I said as I lifted his hand closer to my mouth and then sucked the tips of his index and middle fingers ever so gingerly."And the taste..." I let those words linger as I continued my ministrations, massaging, stroking his hand."Feels good doesn't it?" He nodded, he was now speechless and his uncomfortability with the moment gave way to a reluctant acquiescence. I Pulled his arm forward from him towards me, bringing his hand closer to my cleavage."Sit up baby don't slouch." He did as he was told, lost in the moment, not really cognizant of the fact that as he moved up in his bed and his arm came forward, his covers began to fall away from him revealing his smooth chest and washboard abs. I on the other hand was very aware of what lay before me. My husband had d

one too good of a job, he wanted me aroused and overly stimulated, he wanted mecompromised and emotionally open for possibilities I would never under any other circumstances considered and I was. At that moment I brought his hand to my mouth again and bit and sucked his thumb. That's when I saw it. His cock, that magnificent length of flesh, moved under the sheet. From that moment on he was aroused and he was mine."Michael?""Yes.""You're an adult now," I said, choosing my words carefully, trying not sound admonishing. I was still rubbing his hand as I spoke and closing the gap between us so that we were less than a foot apart. "I'd like to have a frank discussion with you, if that's ok?""Alright.""I need you to be honest with me, can you do that baby?" I looked him deeply inthe eyes closing the gap between us even more."Uhm, I think so, I mean I'll try.""Have you ever heard when your father and I are being intimate?""What do you mean?" I could tell he was a little embarrassed and somewhat uncomfortable with the question. He shifted in his bed and unconsciously pulled at his sheets. He so reminded me of when he was younger in that instant, you knew right away we were have an uncomfortable conversation, he looked like he wanted to jump out of his skin."You're an adult now..." I repeated. "We can talk about anything?""We can?" he hesitated."Yes baby we can."

"It's just a little difficult to get use to.""Ok then, our room is right down the hall..." I let my words hang in the air, as I looked Michael in the eyes. I wanted to make sure I held his stare for a mome


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nt before I continued. I didn't want to lose the momentum I had come in with, Iwas intent on getting laid and there was nothing going to stop me. My husband had worked me up too much for me to stop now. "And I know we are none too quiet. So do you ever hear us?""Uhm, well..." His words became stuck in his throat and I watched him swallow hard before he proceeded. "Sometimes, yeah.""Well that's embarrassing," I said blushing as I spoke. I continued to rub his a

nd stroke his hand as we spoke."Sometimes, we just get caught up in the moment. Do you hear anything in particular?""What do you mean?""Do you hear anything?" I repeated. "Do you hear me?""You?""Yes, do you hear me?""Sometimes.""Can you make out what we're saying or do you just know we're having sex?" He almost froze when I said the word sex. I wondered what he would've done had I said 'fucking' instead. I moved up on the bed and was now kneeling on the bed facing him. My housecoat parted nicely exposing both my knees and upper thighs. For a

woman my age I did have nice legs and a firm shapely ass. There was no way Michael wasn't going to be fucking me; he just didn't know it yet."Sometimes.""Sometimes?" I questioned. "What do you hear... Sometimes?"I leaned in closer to him holding his hand, bringing it to my chest. I placed it between my firm round breast and held it tight as I moved ever closer. Our faces were mere inches apart."Well it depends, sometimes I can hear what your saying but mostly I just know you're having sex."He was having a hard time maintaining eye contact with me. He kept wanting to look away. He was looking down at his hand, at where I was pressing it, I knew hecould feel the firmness of my breast, the heat of my skin. He could smell my perfume and I'm pretty sure he could begin to smell my arousal.

"Do you hear one of us more than the other?" I asked in hushed tones.Our heads began to dance from side to side as we spoke. It was a circular dancethat lovers do with their mouths before they kiss. I could his apprehension as well as my own. We were getting close to that moment. The moment when you know your next move changes everything. Like crossing the Rubicon there would be no turning back, the point of no return."Well actually I hear you mostly," His tone was hushed, his words coming in breaths. I could see that snake between his legs beginning to grow. Beginning to manifest itself more and more. Its prominence was distinctly noticeable. He was blushing as he spoke."Oh, hmmm." Well that was a little more embarrassing than I'd like but it opened the door to where I wanted to go. With my face reddened I asked my next question. "What have you heard?"Now he blushed fully and his erection was unmistakeable. He was hard and he wasturned on but more to the point he was the man that was going to fuck me."Really mom, you want me to tell you?"My nose was touching his nose, my mouth mere fractions from his our lops all but touching."I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know.""Ok. I've heard you moan quite a lot and use the F word frequently. And you are..." He paused and looked away for a moment. "Very... descriptive about what is happening to you or what you'd like to happen to you.""Yes that sounds like me," I smiled as I spoke. "I am nothing if not an active partner."And with that I kissed him hard on the mouth. Hard and firm as a lover. This was

no mother son kiss, this was lust filled and provocative, promising more, much, much more. I pulled away for a moment and then continued to speak."I think a partner should participate fully in what is happening in the bedroom,


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don't you?" it was rhetorical and we both knew it. "I think I need more lube?"I reached over and grabbed the lube I had just put down on his night stand. This allowed my housecoat to open as I did so, exposing more of my cleavage and firm breast. There was no way Michael would not know I was naked underneath the fuzzy garment. His was fully between my breast and I was pushing him to grasp them firmly, which he did readily."I'm not one of these women who just sits back and takes what she's given. One n

eeds to take control of one's own sexual gratification. It takes two to tango,"I deliberately squeezed too much lube out onto my hand. Then looking him straight in the eye I pulled back his sheet with my left hand and grabbed his amazing cock with my right. "Oh Michael I'm so sorry. I seemed to have spilled all this lube onto your cock."He moaned loudly as I began to stroke his growing erection. Before he could sayor do anything I moved in closer, my now lube covered palm slid down his shaft to his tight balls. They were shaved smooth just the way I like them. He felt sohot in my hand, his cock quickly began to become engorged, swelling to its fullhardening length."I really like this lube, don't you?""Mom!" he was startled. I took the opportunity to be more forward and kissed him

full again on the mouth driving my tongue deep. His tongue met mine and our kiss ignited our lust. As I began to stroke his cock, he began to squeeze and feelthe firmness of my tits, quickly finding my hard nipples and squeezing them between his thumbs and forefingers. That's when he noticed."Mmmmom," he moaned into my mouth. "Your nipples are pierced!""Yes baby they are," I moaned back acknowledging his recent find. "And that's not all."I continued to stroke his cock with my right hand but with my left I guided hishand to my naked crotch."Oh god!" He exclaimed.For a moment it occurred to me that my forward advances, my piercings, my forthright attitude, might repulse him and that could work against me. But that of course that was not the case. His hand began to gently explore my sex, splaying my

lips open and finding that nasty little piece of steel that drove me crazy. Hiships began to move of their own volition as he gradually made fuck motions, thrusting his cock through my grasp, I had his large appendage firmly in hand. He wasn't quite as thick as a pop can but near enough and he was for sure closer to 12-inches in length, than he was to 8 inches. In fact I would not be surprised if he exceeded the 12-inch mark."Are you ok with that baby?""Oh god yes. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen." He took that moment to look at and assessed my proud chest, my full firm breast with their hard pierced nipples. I couldn't wait until he saw my beautifully shave pussy; with its pink folds and pierced clit hood, it was magnificent, even if I did say so myself. For now I had to settle for his probing fingers.Within moments of his thrusting his cock into my hand he began to respond in kind to my kisses. Soon his tongue was meeting my tongue and we were no longer kissing as mother and son. We were on our way to becoming lovers and I was so ok with this new change in our relationship. I knew my son was going to be fucking meon a regular basis."Are you a virgin?""No.""You seem surprised I'd ask that question." Breaking our kiss, I looked at him quizzically."You are aware that you have a rather large penis?" it was rhetorical, I reallydidn't expect an answer. Of course he knew, how could he not. But I decided to continue down this vein. "That it is well... Bigger than most women are accustomed to."

He continued to look at me as though my question had little relevance on whether he was a virgin or not. In truth he was theoretically right but being a women and remembering what it was like to be young, I knew that a cock that size would


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likely scare the bravest of teenage girls."And you know that young girls may not have the experience needed to handle something like that.""You just might need to find someone with a little more experience, if you knowwhat I mean." I sat mesmerized as his cock began to grow even bigger; it filledout and took shape. I had expected it to be big, but up close as I was now, left me astonished.

"Well mom, I lost my virginity a while ago.""You did? Mind if I ask to whom?" I was puzzled as to who this might be."If I tell you, do you promise not to get mad?" He stopped his ministrations, which had me disappointed, but I was curious as to how he lost his virginity."Ok," I apprehensively replied, deciding I would hear him out as best I could."It was Kylie Gleason's mom.""Janice?" I don't know whether I wanted to cry or kill him in that moment. But I stifled my immediate response and allowed him to proceed with his story. He knew I was angry, as I gripped his cock more firmly than before. I just hoped he knew I wasn't angry with him, disappointed maybe but not angry."Kylie and I had tried on several occasions but it we weren't really that successful."

"What do you mean by not successful?""I mean," he hesitated. "I was too big for her.""Oh." Well that I understood, after seeing the size of his cock. I was beginning to wonder if he'd be too big for me. This beautifully large thing I held in myhand both frightened and fascinated me."So anyway, we had done a fair amount of heavy petting and I had felt her up lots. We'd given each other head lots too. She was eager to take me inside her butwas scared.""Well you are a rather big boy." Was my retort as I continued to stroke him."Mom!""It's the truth Michael, I mean you're likely every women's fantasy but very few women's reality." I smiled and began rubbing my thumb across the head of his shaft in circular motions. Both the lube and his precum had him slick and the head

flared at my caress. "Continue with your story, I'm interested.""Ok so we had tried once and I had gotten the head and about three inches inside her but that was it."His candid discussion was making me wetter. It took every ounce of strength I had not to jump him there and then. "Well that's no little feat. Good for her."He smiled when I said that and blushed. Like it or not I could tell he was proud of his size and it seemed he was proud that I was proud. In reality I was morethan proud, I was down right ecstatic I wanted to brag to the world that my sonwas hung better than any porn star. That this big hunk of man flesh was going to be ploughing its way inside me, that I was going to be a slave to my lust but who could you share that with. God I was hungry with anticipation."So, she had apparently told her mom, as they talk about everything, which I didn't know." He seemed to blush at this moment."Anyway one day about six months ago, I had gone over to pick up Kylie only to find out she wasn't home. She had gone out with her dad, Mr. & Mrs. Gleason are divorced, so when her father picks her up it's a big deal."I sat quietly listening to his story, my blood boiled. That bitch got her handson my baby. There are just some thing's just don't change, mother bears and their cubs, are one of them. Now you can judge me all you want because I was fully intending on doing exactly what she had done, but still."Mom!""What?" his voice startled me, as I was lost in thought."You're squeezing kinda hard.""Oh, sorry." I apologized and relaxed my grip. This time I put both hands around his shaft, one above the other. Even with two hands on his shaft there was stil

l more cock. I had to fight the urge to suck the head deep into my mouth. "Keepgoing baby.""So anyway, Mrs. Gleason asked if she could talk to me and I said sure. She aske


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d if we could sit in the Rec Room and I was good with that, so I came in the house and we went to the basement."He was starting to redden a little as he recounted his tale, no doubt remembering where he ended up and wondering what I might be thinking about that. This story was probably difficult enough for him to tell by itself, let alone be tellingit to me. Especially since I wasn't letting go of his cock."She got me a pop and herself a glass of wine."

"Glass of wine," I said a little sarcastically. Again I was having a hard time keeping my emotions in tact. It was plainly evident that I was dealing with my own jealousies. The impulse proved too much and I dove my head forward taking hiscock into my mouth. I sucked him deeply tasting his pre-cum and feeling his shaft fill my mouth as the head of his cock pressed against the back of my throat. I bobbed up and down gently pushing him deeper, holding him at the point of my gag reflex, attempting to breathe through it."Mmmwwuhh!" I pulled my head up and off releasing his cock, which now glistenedwith my saliva. My eyes water and my mascara was likely running. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth hard against his, kissing him and sucking his tongue into my mouth."Oh fuck mom!"

"I just couldn't help it." My words were heavily punctuated by gasps for breath."Do you want me to continue?" His eyes were bulging and he was noticeably excited by what I had just done."Yes, tell me the story of how this Bitch took you virginity.""Mom?""Well?" I looked at him quizzically. "I'm a little jealous.""Should I continue?""Yes," I said gripping his gorgeous cock even tighter.He was smiling at the knowledge that I was jealous. The smug little bastard wastaking pleasure in the fact that his mother was jealous. I knew right then and there I was in trouble. Glorious, amazing, sexually devious, trouble."Ok then," he continued. "The conversation started out about Kylie and I, and how serious we were becoming and her concerns for her daughter. I told her that I

respected her daughter and that she needn't worry.""Well I'm glad you're respectful of the girl," I acknowledged. I reached up with one hand and wiped my tearing eyes, first one then the other. All the while never letting go of his amazing cock."Well that's when Mrs. Gleason told me that she and Kylie talked about everything and that she knew we were experimenting but had come to an impasse." At this point he looked down."An impasse?" I echoed questioningly and then remembered what he had said abouttheir first sexual attempt. "Oh, yeah sorry. Didn't make the connection at first."That's when Michael laughed. "Yeah, I really didn't know what she was talking about either, until she said, 'Kylie said you've tried to fuck but your cock is just too damn big.' That took me for a loop mom.""It would me too," I said. I looked down at his hard prick, it was damn big, itwas amazingly damn big and I was going to have it in me or die trying."She told me Kylie didn't use those exact words but that was the crux of the matter. Then she asked is it true?" He became very quiet at this point and I wasn't sure if he was going to continue with his story. Then he started to blush, "I said is what true. And she said 'is your cock really that big.' And well one thing lead to another and well I ended up fucking Mrs. Gleason, uhm, Janice. In fact I fucked her twice that time and then again later a few more times.""How many exactly," I asked."Uhm, well two more times," He replied."Are you still fucking her?" I was extremely jealous in that moment. More than I had ever been with any other boyfriend I had ever had.

"No.""Good!" I exclaimed, "Because you're going to be fucking me and I'm not going to be sharing this cock with any other slutty bitch that thinks she might want a p


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iece of this thing between your legs.""So we're going to have sex?""Yes baby we're going to have sex, lots and lots of sex. You're going to fuck me. You're going to fuck me and I'm going to fuck you and then we're going to make love. Oh are we ever going to make love. Do you understand me?"Throughout this whole time I had continued to stroke his cock. I was squeezing it tight between both my hands. I had applied more lube and had gotten it slick.

The large head was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum and his balls were nice and tight."Do you think you can handle this?""I know I want to.""Baby if we do this, you're going to see a side of mommy you've never seen before.""Remember, I've heard you and dad having sex before mom, I know how you get.""Baby there's a side of me you haven't seen or heard before. Before you were born mommy did some wild things. And if we do this baby, mommy is not going hold back. She's going to let all the walls down.""What do you mean mom?""What I mean is that this is a pretty big taboo were talking about, it's not as

easy as your father thinks it is to cross and come back from.""Dad knows about this?""Yes he knows, but he doesn't know.""I'm not sure what you're saying mom.""I'm saying that only lovers do what we're going to do and only special lovers are going to do the things I'll want you to do to me. Michael, I'm going to expect you to do things and try things that you've never even considered doing to a girl.""What kind of things?""Mommy needs a man to be her equal, to let her go places and do things that arescary at first, but to also bring her back to where she belongs," I knew he wasconfused and that it would take time, but I would teach him. He would be my lover; my man and I would give myself completely to him. There would be nothing left

for anyone else no matter what we did or how far we went, what boundaries we pushed, if he did it right I would always be his and only his."Can you be strong for me. Michael?""I think so.""Michael I need you to know so. Your father thinks that being in charge of a women means that you dominate and dictate what happens in the bedroom. Part of that is true but the most important part, the part that your father doesn't get is when and how to open doors.""Open doors?""Yes Michael opening doors. This

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