I woke up the next morning earlier than usual to get an extra yoga session done in the morning. I wanted to look my absolute best by Halloween, but more importantly, I wanted to fuck Chris after I was all amped up from exercising. Normally, my workout was always in my bedroom, but with my husband still sleeping, I had to relocate to the basement. I also made sure to wear socks, in order to get my feet extra sweaty for Chris when he woke up! The cold basement air started out as such a bother, but quickly became inviting as my body warmed up from the exercises and I began sweating. By the time I finished, I was, like usual, covered in sweat. My new yoga pants were extremely moist and my t shirt had developed noticeable puddles as well. I took a few minutes to cool off, before heading upstairs to look for Chris.

“Good morning, honey!” I said, a little surprised to see him in the kitchen.

“Mom! I was afraid you were still sleeping.”

“You’re up a little early?!” I said with a smile.

“Well I was thinking of – oh my god! Mom, did you just do Yoga?!”

“Mhm. Mommy’s all sweaty from her workout. Is that okay?” I teased.

Chris instantly ran towards me, kissing me while his hands slid up my arms, gliding along my perspiration.

“Mom, you smell so fucking good!” he said, taking a sniff of my neck.

“Let’s go downstairs, honey!”

The returning coolness of the air felt incredible on my burning skin as we made our way towards the couch area. Chris passionately made out with me for a few seconds before his mouth moved to my neck, gently licking off some of my sweat as he did his best attempt to give me a hickey. His hands were now deep inside my yoga pants, massaging my sweat covered ass as he pushed me towards one of the leather recliners.

“Mom, lie down across both armrests with your ass facing me” he instructed.

Once I was in position, he got behind me and knelt down, kissing and nibbling my upper thigh as his hands searched for my waistband. Upon finding it, he pulled it down only slightly, so that it was scrunched up at the bottom of my ass, serving as support for my cheeks.

“Mom, you feel so sexy all slippery like this!” he said, jiggling my ass cheeks in front of him. He then massaged each cheek before gripping the sides to spread them. Recognizing what he wanted, I tried to lay as flat as I could across the recliner and did my best to present my ass towards him.

“Uuuuhhh, that smell’s so good!” he said, inhaling the scent of my sweaty asshole before hungrily pressing his tongue into it.

“Oooohh… Yes!” I moaned, my body shivering from his tongue. I was quickly becoming addicted to the feeling.

“Mom, you’re so fucking wet already!” he said, pushing his index and middle finger into my pussy while his other hand was playing with his cock.

“That’s because mommy’s still thinking about last night!”

My words reminded Chris as well and he began working his fingers in my asshole again, this time using the sweat from my workout as lube.

“You’re such a slut mom! My fingers are entering you so easily!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah? Wanna hear how big of a slut mommy is? She ordered a buttplug last night!” I smiled, turning back to see his reaction.

“Really? When does it get here?!”

“Hopefully today. So, maybe this afternoon, you can see how mommy’s ass feels! Do you want that? Do you want to fuck mommy’s ass?” I teased.

“Fuck YES!” he shouted, slapping my ass hard.

“Come on honey, we don’t have much time. I want you to fuck me now!”

With that, Chris pulled my yoga pants completely off and was inside my dripping wet pussy not a second later. As he furiously pumped into me, his thumb, like last night, was playing with my asshole, teasingly penetrating it as well. He continued to fuck into me for another minute before slowing down and slipping his cock out of my pussy and naughtily pressing it against my asshole, just lightly at first, waiting for my reaction.

“Be patient, honey! Mommy’s not ready for that big cock yet!” I said smiling.

“I know, I just couldn’t resist at least getting a preview!” he said, pushing his cock in just a little deeper until my asshole started giving way. “I can’t wait for this afternoon!”

“Mom, could you turn over?”

I did as Chris asked; turning onto my back with my ass resting on the armrest and my head supported by the other.

“You wore socks mom?!”

I giggled, knowing he would love it. “Mommy’s feet must be awfully stinky after the workout. Do you want a smell?” I asked, holding both my feet to his face.

Chris slowly took off my left sock and inhaled the scent of my toes.

“Auuggghh!” he moaned instinctively before lathering his tongue all over them.

“Do mommy’s feet taste salty?”

“Mmhmm!” he moaned, with his mouth too busy to answer. “Fuck!”

“Keep enjoying yourself honey, but mommy also wants that cock!”

With a look of surprise, Chris realized that he had been so distracted with my toes that he hadn’t even entered me yet.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry mom. I guess I got carried away!”

“There! Oh, fuck! You like that mom?!” he asked, pumping into me.

“YES! Mommy loves that cock!” I answered, rubbing my clit.

“Mom, you look so fucking sexy like this, all hot and sweaty!” he said with passion, fucking deep into my pussy with each thrust.

“Just for you honey; only for you! Now fuck mommy’s pussy!”

The armrest was at the perfect height for him, allowing him to fuck into me with full speed as our loud moans echoed through the basement. I couldn’t remember if I had even closed the door upstairs, but I didn’t care. Between Chris’ cock and his mouth around my toes, my pleasure senses were going into overload. I looked Into Chris’ eyes and saw the same thing.

“Where do you want to cum on mommy?” I panted.

“In your ass!” he shouted, almost cutting me off.

‘You want to cum in mommy’s tight little asshole?”

‘YES! Can I?”

Seeing the look in his eyes, how could I turn him down?!

“Go ahead honey! Cum in mommy’s virgin asshole!”

Chris immediately pulled himself out and lined his cock up with my ass, pushing the head of his cock inside. “OH FUCKK!!!” he moaned, releasing himself into me.

“That’s it honey! Give mommy your hot cum!”

“Oh my god! Mom that felt so good!” Chris said, after pulling out of me.

“You were barely in me honey!” I giggled at his enthusiasm.

“Even still! Mom you are so fucking hot! I can’t believe you let me do that!”

“I guess now you’ve cum in all three of mommy’s holes!”

Chris chuckled from my comment. “And mom, I hope I didn’t hurt you. I just…I just couldn’t help myself. Your ass looked so inviting” he said genuinely.

“It’s okay honey. I know you wouldn’t hurt mommy!”

Chris nodded his head and smiled, agreeing with my response.

I took a look at the time and saw that we were running really close; Chris would have to leave in less than five minutes. “I’m sorry honey! There’s not enough time for breakfast!”

“That’s okay. I’d rather do this every day then have breakfast” he answered.

“You shouldn’t say that! It’s important for you to have breakfast in the morning!”

“I think it’s more important for me to have this!” he said, grabbing my ass.

After a few more kisses, we said our goodbyes and Chris left for school. I, on the other hand, was a mess after yoga and fucking Chris in the morning and took a quick shower before taking caring of everyone else. Unlike most mornings, I took my daughter to school myself as I had to go buy her art supplies anyways. So after dropping her off, I headed for the mall.

Like I thought, none of the things were too difficult to find and it wasn’t long before I bought everything she asked for. When I got back home, I was overjoyed to see two packages by the front doorstep. I rushed inside and frantically tore them open to see my new toys. The blue latex one was just slightly smaller than the glass one, so I decided to start out with that first, at least until my ass got comfortable with the feeling of being full. After coating it generously with my spit, I slowly stuffed the plug into my ass, inch by inch, until it was all the way in. The initial feeling was definitely new and took getting used to. Just walking around was uncomfortable. I thought the best way to get accustomed was just carry on with the rest of my day, not paying any attention to it.

The idea was working well and by lunchtime, I had almost completely forgotten about it. With that, I felt it was a good idea to switch out the blue one and slid the glass plug in my ass. This time, it fit in much easier and it was noticeably more pleasurable! I kept it inside me even through my yoga session, giving me a constant reminder what my reward would be in a few short hours.

Once I was done, I took a warming bath to get myself ready for Chris. With the whole afternoon to fuck, I wanted to dress as slutty as I could for him.

So with about half an hour before he came back, I stepped into my closet to pick out my outfit. The first part was obvious and I quickly put on my just washed g string and bra set that Chris and I both loved. I made a note to myself to go back and get more; one sexy pair just wasn’t going to be enough with how often Chris and I went at it! Next, I opted to open my longer fishnets as it went better with the dresses. Just putting them on and feeling the texture on my skin already made me feel sluttier than I did in anything else.

I took a quick glance in the mirror and was satisfied with my start. The next choice was where I still wasn’t too sure about; the red or black dress. I tried on both to get another look at myself and was still conflicted. The black one made my tits look absolutely amazing, showing off so much cleavage. But the red dress, because I had insisted on getting a smaller size, left half my ass just hanging out. After some more back and forth, I decided that when in doubt, go with the dress that showed off what Chris loved most and slipped into the red one. One added benefit was that the dress complimented nicely with the black fishnets, making each other stand out more than if they were the same color.

I quickly fetched my high heels out and carefully put them on, not wanting to accidentally chip a nail. With my entire outfit complete, my makeup was next. I had always been blessed with really good skin and gone all natural most of my life, with many people refusing to believe that I didn’t wear any at all. But now, with the main goal to seduce my son, I began putting on a copious amount of eye shadow and mascara. The mascara made my eyelashes looked stunningly long, while the black and blue color of the eye shadow turned my normally innocent eyes into that of a cheap slut. I topped it all off with bright red lipstick, the same shade as my dress. I walked over to my full body mirror to get a good look and was extremely happy with what I saw. Anyone looking at the person in front of me would never, in a million years, peg me as an almost 40 year old housewife; everything about me screamed whore!

“Mommy’s waiting for you upstairs!” I texted to Chris, after I finished dolling myself up.

It was only a few minutes later that I heard the opening of the front door. Normally, I waited for Chris downstairs, but with all the time we (would hopefully) have, I stayed in my room, posing myself on my bed. As Chris’ footsteps sprinted up the stairs, my heartbeat became even faster.

“Mom! I – OH FUCK!” he shouted, cutting off his own words. “You look amazing!”

“Are you just going to stand there, honey? This pussy isn’t going to fuck itself!” I teased.

Chris walked cautiously towards me, tearing off his clothe along the way. Our lips met with pure lust as his hands explored up and down my legs, feeling the fabric of the fishnets. I knew what he wanted, but I also, selfishly, wanted to make sure he would last.

“Sit up honey, mommy needs your cock in her mouth first!”

I quickly got off the bed and dropped to my knees, hastily pulling off his jeans as my hands dug in his boxers for his cock. I smiled seductively at him, licking my bright red lips before gently taking his cock in my mouth. I bobbed myself slowly on him and gradually picked up speed, taking more and more of his cock inside me.

“Mom, you look like such a slut with my cock in your mouth!”

“Then treat mommy like one!” I teased.

Chris smiled back at me and grabbed my hair, shoving my head deep down on his cock. His action caught me off guard and I gagged loudly on him, causing Chris to react quickly and pull himself off. But before he could apologize, I shoved myself back onto him, making sure my throat opened enough this time.

“Oh Fuck, mom!” he said, as I squeezed my throat, massaging his cock. With him so deep inside me, I could feel a few tears dripping down my face. I took a quick glance in the mirror behind Chris and saw just how much of a slut I was! My mascara was smeared, creating streaking black marks down my cheeks while my hair was a mess from Chris roughly handling it. But seeing myself only made me even hungrier.

“Honey stand up! I want you to fuck mommy’s throat! I mean really fuck it!” I said, staring into Chris’ eyes.

Chris nodded and stood himself up. I positioned my mouth in front of him and waited until Chris drove himself forward, slamming his cock into me.

“Uuugghh” I moaned, from the contact with my throat.

Letting go of my hair, Chris grabbed the sides of my head and began to fuck me harder, shoving his cock as deep as he could in my mouth. By now, the tears were streaming down my face and I was gasping for every breath of air I could find, but I loved every second of it!

Through it all, I stared up at him, smiling as he abused my mouth.

“Oh Fuuucckkk!!” Chris moaned, holding my face on his cock as he unloaded his cum down my throat. When he finally let my head go and began to pull out, I refused to let him, leaning myself forward and keeping his cock in my mouth. I pushed him onto the bed and continued to suck for another few seconds before finally pulling my mouth back enough to see his cock covered with my saliva!

“Holy fuck mom!” he panted. “It felt like I was fucking your pussy!”

“It’s ready for you too, honey! When can you get that thing back up again?” I asked, spreading my pussy for him to see.

“Mom…is…is that your butt plug?” he asked, palming my ass to spin me towards him.

“Mommy’s ready for you!” I said, bending myself over to let him get a good look. Chris immediately pulled my plug out, causing a disappointing moan from me due to its absence. Luckily, it was quickly filled with Chris’ fingers.

“Oh yeah you are! It’s winking at me too!”

The feeling of fingers inside me took away any patience I still had; I needed Chris’ cock in me, either hole he wanted. I turned around and grabbed his semi-hard cock, giving it a few tugs before slipping it inside my mouth again. This time, I twirled my tongue around the shaft, trying to get it hard again.

“Lie down honey” I said, pushing Chris flat on his back. I momentarily broke off the blowjob so I could get on the bed too, getting myself into a 69 positon.

“Eat mommy’s pussy!” I said, returning my mouth on his cock. Chris eagerly obeyed and lapped at my pussy, causing me to suck him even harder. With everything going on, it only took a few seconds before Chris’ cock came back to life, filling my mouth fully again.

“Mom, I’m ready again” he said.

Before letting him in my ass, I wanted to make sure that it was going to be properly lubed first. So I sat upright, sitting my ass on Chris’ face with my thighs by the side of his head.

“Get mommy’s asshole ready!” I instructed, grinding it against his face. It only took another second before I felt Chris’ hands around my cheeks and his tongue probing inside my asshole.

“Just like that honey! Get in there!” I moaned. I wanted to stroke him as well, but I couldn’t reach. So instead, I shifted my legs away from my side and placed them on Chris’ body, allowing my feet, still in heels, to reach his cock. At first, my hands were supporting most of my weight, but it wasn’t long before I moved them away as well, allowing me to completely sit on Chris’ face! Any fear I had of Chris not being able to breathe was alleviated by his tongue continuing to fuck me and the loud sniffing sounds he was making with his nose. In fact, any attempt I made to relieve pressure on his face was instantly met with Chris’ hands pulling my ass back down, smothering his mouth with my asshole.

“Well if that’s what you want!” I said. I pulled my knees up towards me, cradling them in my arms and leaving all my weight completely on Chris’ face. He squirmed underneath me, and his hands were now at the bottom of my ass, trying to lift it up slightly instead of pulling me down.

“Oh no you don’t!” I giggled, pushing his hands away so that my ass could collapse back on his face again. I pinned both his wrists down by his side and grinded my ass on his face even more, all the while laughing loudly. I kept it up for another few seconds before returning my legs to the side and squatting myself up, finally giving him time to breath.

I heard Chris immediately gasp for air, huffing very loudly.

“Holy Fuck mom! That…felt amazing!” he said, still panting.

I got off and turned to kiss him. “Could you even breathe honey?” I asked innocently, tasting myself in Chris’ mouth.

I was just about ready to take the dress off when Chris stopped me, sitting himself up.

“Keep it on mom. It makes you look so sexy!” he said, pulling the straps off my shoulder to lick my nipples.

“Mommy, I’m home!” my daughter shouted from downstairs.

“Oh not now!” Chris groaned.

“Let me take care of it quickly!” I said, moving to the bedroom door, almost tripping over my heels.

“Mommy’s taking a bath, so just stay downstairs and work on your project. Ok?”

“Okay mom! Can I eat cookies?”

“Yes! Eat as many as you want!” I shouted, just glad to get rid of her. But even as I turned back to Chris, I knew that I was going to regret those words.

“Where were we?” I asked, returning to the bed.

As I kissed him, I guided Chris’ fingers to my ass, letting him open it up a little in preparation for his cock.

“Okay, honey! Mommy really needs you inside now!”

“How should we –“

“Stand up” I demanded. As Chris stood over the edge of the bed, I positioned myself on my knees in front of him and aligned my ass with his cock.

‘Slowly first, honey” I said, turning around to smile at him.

“Oooohhhh!” I moaned as Chris’ cock began entering my asshole. “Yes! Just hold it there honey!” I said when he was only halfway in.

“Fuck mom! Your ass is so tight!” he exclaimed. He was trying his best to stay still, but the feelings my ass gave his cock naturally caused him to rock forward gently.

My breathing increased and I was doing my best to get use to his cock. It was still slightly painful, but I could also feel the waves of pleasure starting to overtake all other sensations. Slowly, I backed myself into his cock, taking more of it in, but it was difficult. Even with the tongue fucking Chris gave me earlier, his cock was now reaching depths of my ass that required more lubrication for him to enter properly.

“Honey, fuck mommy’s pussy for a bit. Get that hard cock wet with mommy’s juices first!”

Chris did as instructed and reluctantly pulled out of my ass to enter my pussy with ease.

“It’s so much easier!” Chris chuckled as he gently fucked me.

I giggled with him, agreeing wholeheartedly. “Finger mommy’s asshole too! I want it to stay ready!”

As he thrust into me, I heard Chris distinctly suck his fingers, coating it with saliva before inserting his middle and index fingers easily into my ass.

“Uuughhh, just like that honey!” I exclaimed, biting down on the sheets in front of me. The feeling of both my holes filled was exhilarating.

“Ok, try again!”

Chris seemed just as eager and instantly abandoned my pussy for my asshole. This time he had no trouble getting most of his shaft in, and with the extra coating of my pussy juices, he was able to slide the rest of his length in without too much difficulty.

“Fuck mom! I’m all the way in!” he said, reconfirming by beliefs.

I hardly heard him, concentrating too much on controlling my breathing. I finally responded by gently fucking back into Chris, letting half his shaft slide out before my asshole engulfed it entirely again.

“Okay honey, start fucking mommy! It’s starting to feel really nice!” I exclaimed, turning my head back to smile at him.

Chris smiled back at me and grabbed my hips, and began thrusting into me with more speed. I kept my eyes on the mirror in front of us the whole time, and could see the sexual thirst on both our faces as our moans filled the room. I looked even more like a whore; the smeared mascara had dried and the dark trails that my tears made down my cheeks looked incredibly hot! My dress was still on me, bottled up around my lean stomach. The sight got me going more and I increased the paced, causing Chris to respond accordingly.

“FUUUCCKKK!” I screamed, as we fucked near full speed. The pain was completely gone, replaced by a euphoric feeling that I had never experienced before. To increase it more, I leaned my body forward, until my chest and head were flat on the bed, letting Chris’ cock move even deeper into my asshole.

“Mom! Uuughhh!” Chris muttered, pushing my lower back down even more. He was slamming himself fully into me now as I stayed completely still. My hands firmly gripped my bed sheet as I moaned loudly, doing nothing to cover up the volume.

“Mom, I’m not going to last much longer!” Chris stammered out through his panting. I looked into the mirror and could see the exhaustion on his face.

“It’s okay honey. Cum in mommy’s ass!” I yelled.

With that comment, Chris roughly pulled my body closer to him and after another few pumps, shot his load deep in my asshole. When I felt he was done, I pulled myself off him and quickly turned around, hungrily taking his cum covered cock in my mouth.

“Fuck mom!” he moaned, playing with my hair as I cleaned him up.

When I was done, I looked up and smiled at him. “I hope that was worth the wait?!” I teased.

Chris looked exhausted, sweat was pouring down his forehead and I could tell he had put all his effort into it.

“Mom, you look amazing in this position! Could I…could I take a picture?”

I smiled back at him, knowing exactly what the word “amazing” meant in this context. “Okay honey! But for your eyes only!”

“Of course mom!” he answered excitedly, scrambling to his jeans to pull out his phone. He returned in front of me and aimed his camera at me. I cooperated by smiling seductively into the lens. “Done?”

“Yeah! Look!” he exclaimed, handing his phone to me. I had to admit, I did look “amazing”! If we had shown this picture anyone else, my husband included, I’m not so sure they would be able to recognize it was me!

“I think something’s missing honey!” I teased, handing the phone back to him. I reached forward and grabbed his only semi hard cock, pulling him towards me so I could wrap my lips around it and looked back into his camera. Chris happily snapped another picture.

“Fuck mom! Thank you so much!”

I giggled as I stood up, looking at the picture along with Chris. “Nice!”

“Oh my god, honey! You have a whole album for me!” I exclaimed, reading the title of the folder.

“Yeah” he chuckled. “It’s mostly what you sent me yesterday, but I’m hoping to add to it” he said, looking at me.

“We will honey!!” I said, kissing him on the cheek.

I took a glance at the clock and saw it was close to four. “Do you want to go again?”

“Again?!” Chris exclaimed, bursting out with laughter. “I’m sorry mom, I can’t. I have to study for an exam” he chuckled.

“Okay honey” I giggled, realizing myself how crazy I sounded. “Do you want anything to eat while you study?”

“I’ll just eat some snacks, I think-“

“Nonsense! Mommy will make you something, let me just take a shower first!”

“Thanks mom. You never disappoint. And that” he said pointing to the bed, “was unbelievable!”

“Awww!, But I doubt you enjoyed it as much as mommy though!” I teased, sticking my tongue out playfully at him.

I loved how childish we could still be around each other as soon as the sex ended. It was almost as good as the sex itself, almost!

Chris quickly dressed and left my bedroom, while I headed for the shower for a much needed cleanup. I was originally looking forward to a long bath after losing my anal virginity, but I wanted to make sure Chris had his snack soon. I was actually feeling guiltier about interfering with Chris’ studies more than I did about fooling around behind my husband. My husband had his chances to prevent this from happening over the years, while I seldom gave Chris an option if I wanted his cock bad enough!

As I entered the kitchen, I was happy to see my daughter working quietly on her art project, with just the sound of the TV as the only background noise.

“How is it coming along sweetie?”

“Good! Oh mommy, were you watching a movie?”

“What do you mean?” I asked curiously.

“Well I heard some loud noises from upstairs” she said, pointing towards the ceiling.

“Yes! Just an action movie of sorts” I giggled. I guess I better tone the noise level down from now on.

“I thought you didn’t like action movies?”

“Well, usually no. But, this one I liked a lot!” I exclaimed, smiling at my daughter. “Anyways, how many cookies did eat young lady?!”

Jessie’s smile disappeared and she held her head down. “Just a few” she mumbled.

“Just a few huh?” I smiled, pointing at the half empty container on her table. “Well no more sweets until after you finish your project!”
I took the temporary silence from her as a chance to quickly finish making Chris’ snack and left back upstairs before she got the energy to fight back again.

“Hey honey! Mommy brought your food” I said, knocking on his door.

I heard the scuffling of Chris’ footsteps as he made his way to greet me. “Thanks, mom! Come in.”

“Do you still want to eat dinner later?” I asked, taking a seat on his bed.

Chris took a glance at the clock and saw it read 4:42. “I guess not. I have a lot to read over as well” he answered, taking a bite of his Panini.

“When’s your next study break?” I asked, smiling mischievously at him.

Chris chuckled as he ate his food. “Mom, I just started 15 minutes ago!”

“It doesn’t have to be now! But later? You can’t study the entire night!” I exclaimed, standing up to play with Chris’ hair.

As I waited for his response, I took a chip from his plate and brought it to Chris’ lips to feed him.

“I don’t know mom. But I’ll text you later?!” he asked, looking up at me.

“Ok honey!” I said, bending down to kiss him. I was just going to go for a short one, but when Chris didn’t break it off immediately, I started kissing him more deeply. As our lips continued their embrace, I took his plate and moved it onto his desk, giving me room to sit down on his lap.

“Mhm” Chris moaned softly.

I moved Chris’ right hand away from his books and onto my legs, guiding it towards my pussy.

“Mom, no!” he chuckled. “I really should study!”

“Don’t you want to fuck mommy’s ass again?!” I whispered into his ear.

“Fuck, mom! What are you doing to me?!”

I giggled loudly, moving my kisses to his neck. “Come on honey, mommy doesn’t have to start dinner for another 20 minutes. It’ll just be a quickie.”

“Ohhh” Chris moaned as I continued to kiss him. I could feel his cock getting hard, poking at my ass now!

“Got him!” I thought.

I kissed him for a few more seconds before getting off his lap and moving us both to his bed. I pushed Chris down first, and then crawled in next to him. “Get your pants off honey.”

As he undid his jeans, I undressed myself as well, taking off my sweats. When he was done, I instantly got on top of him and pulled my thong to the side as I guided his cock towards my ass. It went in a lot easier this time around and with no pain, just pure bliss.

“Ohhhh, YES!” I moaned, throwing my head back. Gradually, I sat myself up, squatting on my feet, and taking Chris’ entire cock in my ass. I started by just grinding myself on it, loosening my asshole up more.

When I felt comfortable enough, I began riding him, rocking myself up and down his cock. Because of the motion, I could actually hear the squishing noises of Chris’ cum for earlier in my ass.

“Fuck, honey! Your cock feels soooo good!” I exclaimed, bouncing myself up and down on him.

Chris surprised me by pulling my feet towards him, throwing off my balance and collapsing my weight on his cock.

“Fuck!!!!” I screamed from the impact. “Yes! Worship mommy’s feet!”

While Chris was busy sucking on my toes, I used my hands to support me as I fucked his cock. But the more I bounced on him, the wilder I got. Instead of just allowing Chris to continue at his own pleasure, I jammed my foot hard into his mouth, filling it with all my toes. Chris coughed immediately, caught off guard from my action. But when his licking returned, I only pushed my foot into his mouth even further, making him almost gag.

With his mouth completely full, Chris could only stare at me, his eyes opening wide, telling me he was about to cum. I slammed myself roughly back down on his cock, taking in every ounce of cum he could still offer. It was only when I felt his cock start to go soft, that I pulled my foot out of Chris’ mouth and moved myself off him.

We stared at each other for a few seconds, just sitting there recovering from it all. “So again?” I joked.

Chris only chuckled.

“Okay honey, I’ll let you get back to studying!” I said, giving him a kiss before getting off his bed.

“Come down for dinner if you want honey. Otherwise I can make you something later at night!”

“Thanks mom.”

For the rest of the night, I gave Chris a “break”, allowing him to focus on his studies. And while my husband was busy looking over documents and his phone, I spent time with my daughter, helping her with her project and reveling in her endless energy as a way to keep my mind off of Chris.

Over the rest of the week, Chris and I build up a good routine that kept us both satisfied enough, at least for now! I also made sure to stop by the lingerie store again to grab a few more sexy lingerie pieces. In the mornings, Chris and I would wake up an hour before his bus left to fuck in the living room. Some days I wore my pajamas and other days he would ask me the night before to change into my sexy lingerie or corset. Afterwards, I would cook him breakfast, like I always did, and we would chat at the same time. When he was almost done eating, I would give him a goodbye blowjob so that he didn’t go to school hard. In the afternoons, I started to make his snack before he got home so that once he got back, I would be waiting, usually dressed to the nine, and we would fuck anywhere I wanted; his room, the kitchen, or my master bedroom until my daughter came home. At night, while I watched TV with my husband, if I had the craving, I would promptly excuse myself and meet Chris in the bathroom, sucking him off again.

Overall it was amazing and we flirted constantly, even when we weren’t fully going at it. In the minute or so I had each day to call Chris down for dinner, we would make out in his room for as long as we could get away with. And even if my husband was around, I had no problem giving Chris’ cock a little squeeze whenever Charles’ head was turned away. Chris was a little hesitant at first, but seeing my own bold actions, he eased up on it as well; first by playfully grabbing my ass when only his sister was around, to working up the courage to do the same when his dad was in the room but not paying us any attention.

I was dreading the weekend again, when my husband sprang me with some news Friday night that excited me.

“So who’s going?”

“Just a few of the other families in our division. It’s kind of serving as a welcoming get together for a new guy as well” my husband answered.

“Shawn and Cindy will be there” he added.

I had met some of Charles’ co-workers and their families a few times over the years at gatherings like this, but I didn’t necessarily consider them as friends. They were more acquaintances than anything else.

“So we all have to go?” I asked, desperately hoping I would be able to stay home with Chris instead.

“Yeah. My boss wants all our families to be there as well” my husband answered.

“Okay. Tomorrow evening right?”

“Yup. Okay I’m going to turn in honey. Good night” my husband said, turning himself over to his side.

“This might be interesting” I thought. My mind went over various scenarios where I could get Chris alone, knowing that there were roomfuls of other guests nearby!

Most of Saturday was forgetful. Chris and I didn’t even get a chance to fool around in the morning as he woke up way too late. So instead of lying on a bed getting my holes filled one by one, I was stuck at the shopping center getting groceries for the week. But the closer it crept towards the evening, the more excited I got.

I had decided to wear a fairly routine blouse and dress to compliment my husband’s ordinary attire as well. But just to spice it up a little, I stuffed myself with my glass buttplug, determined to go the whole night with it in me! As I was fixing my hair in the master bathroom, I heard the familiar buzzing sound of my phone. But when I went to check, I realized that it wasn’t mine, but my husband’s. He had left it on the counter when he came in to shave.

“Dear. You just got a text. Sara wants to know when we’re getting there?” I yelled to my husband in the bedroom. Sara was Charles’ secretary, who started a few years ago. I only met her a few times, and aside from being fairly young, seemed nice enough.

“What are you doing with my phone?” my husband asked, with a slightly nervous tone.

“Nothing dear, you just left it here” I answered, focusing my attention back on my hair. “I’m going to go check on the kids and see if they’re ready.”

“Huh? Yeah, ok” my husband answered with a smile, as he busily responded to the text.

“Mommy! Do I look pretty?!” my daughter exclaimed, in her dress. At her age, she didn’t get the opportunity to dress up much and therefore savored every chance she got.

“Just like princess Elsa!” I answered with a smile. “Go show daddy!”

“Hmm!” my daughter nodded, running towards her father. I took advantage of the diversion to go to Chris’ room.

“You look nice honey!” I said, entering his open door. He wasn’t dressed too formal, just a dress shirt and khaki’s, but still a noticeable upgrade over the t-shirt and jeans I was used to seeing.

“Thanks mom” he said, turning his head to greet me. “Can you do my tie?”

“Of course!” I answered, walking up to him. As I approached him, we automatically kissed first, out of habit.

“There!” I said, putting the finishing touches on his tie. “Don’t you look handsome?! Is mommy going to have some competition?” I teased.

Chris chuckled. “No way, mom. No girl can compete with you!”

“Aww!” I exclaimed, grabbing his tie and pulling him in for a kiss. As our lips embraced, Chris’ hands moved to my tits.

“Not so rough honey! You’ll get wrinkles on mommy’s blouse! Here, play with my ass!” I said, hiking up my dress. It felt so hot making out with him, knowing Chris’ door was wide open and it wouldn’t take any effort for my husband to catch us!

“Mhm! Stick your finger in mommy!” I whispered.

Chris did as I asked, pushing me off him just enough to glide his hand in between our bodies, playing with my pussy as we made out.

“Come on let’s go daddy!” my daughter urged, her voice carrying all the way across the hallway. Almost simultaneously, the two of us moved in unison to Chris’ door, closing it when I pushed him against it.

“Chris! Dear! Are you guys ready?” my husband yelled from my bedroom.

We ignored him for a second, as we enjoyed ourselves. But when he inquired a second time a few seconds later, I reluctantly broke it off with Chris.

“Coming dear! Just fixing Chris’ tie” I yelled.

“Well! Everyone looks pretty good!” my husband exclaimed, taking a glance at all of us. “Alright let’s go!”

As we made our way to the car, I was surprised to smell the scent of cologne on Charles. It had been quite a while since I experience that aroma, I thought.

I had only been to Charles’ boss’ house once, and that was a few years ago. The drive there was quiet, especially as we entered their neighborhood where it was just mansion after mansion.

“Hey, there’s my man!” Charles’ boss Dylan exclaimed, greeting us at the door.

“”Good evening Dylan!” my husband answered. “These are my kids, Jessie and Chris. And you remember my wife” he said, introducing us.

“Of course! Come in, come in!” he said excitedly. “Jessie is it? There’s a few other girls here your age down in the basement. Go find them!” he said, pointing her in the direction.

“Yay!” Jessie screeched before she ran off.

“And Chris right? I see you got lucky to get your mother’s looks huh?!” he joked, nudging at my husband.

My husband laughed awkwardly. “I am glad of that one too.”

“Hello sir. Nice to meet you too” Chris answered, extending his hand for a handshake.

“Ah, a real greeting! I like this kid already!” he boasted loudly as he shook Chris’ hand energetically. “There’s a few kids here your age as well. Somewhere!” he said.

“I’ll find them sir. Thanks. Is there somewhere I can put my coat?”

“Oh! Where are my manners! Dani! Dani!” he screamed, looking into the kitchen. “I don’t know where my wife is, but you can put the coats upstairs in the first bedroom on the right.”

“I’ll take them mom” Chris said, extending his hand for our coats as well.

“Thanks honey!” I answered handing him mine and then my husband’s.

We spent the next few minutes mingling with a few of the other guests there. His mansion was indeed large, but given how many people there were, it shrunk the size noticeably. Some of the people I recognized, but there were plenty of new faces as well. Soon enough, I was split from my husband; me talking to the other ladies, while the men gathered in the kitchen over some beers. Instead of a formal dinner, there was mostly just finger food and snacks in order to encourage conversation amongst each other.

“Oh here she comes! Here she comes!”

“Everyone, this is Carrie. She and her husband just moved here last week!”

As I turned my attention to her, I was shocked! It was the woman from the mall that saw me and Chris kissing! When her eyes met mine, the same expression came over her face.

“Do…do you two know each other?” one of the ladies asked quizzically.

“No!” we both exclaimed, almost at the same time. I was terrified at first, but seeing her own reaction, I realized it was probably just as awkward for her. After all, if it ever came to it, it would be my word against hers.

“Just a familiar face” I said with a giggle, trying to keep the mood light. As the ladies continued their conversation, I could feel the icy cold stares coming from her. But instead of shying away like I once would’ve, I exerted my new found confidence and stared right back, trying to intimidate her as well. With our glares locked in a stalemate, I decided to relieve the tension and excused myself.

I went to look for my husband in the kitchen, in hopes of leaving soon, but he wasn’t there. I surprisingly found him on the couch of the living room, talking very exuberantly with his secretary. I watched them from far away, as they laughed and smiled at each other. But the longer I stared at their interaction; I began to realize that their relationship wasn’t so innocent as I once naively believed. As they chatted, Charles was touching her lightly, rubbing the hem of her skirt.

A mix of emotion immediately rushed through me. But surprisingly, jealousy wasn’t at the forefront. Neither was pain. More than anything else, it was enlightenment; as if a light bulb just went off in my head for why my husband and I were the way we are now. The signs were always there; gone a weekend each month for “business”, over the top protection of his laptop and phone, and now tonight. I had always just refused to believe that possibility that surely it couldn’t happen to my marriage. Yet, here we are, not only was Charles likely having an affair, but so was I.

It wasn’t for another few seconds that the anger began to rise as I stared at them flirt with each other. Angry at him, at myself, and all the time I wasted. In that moment, any remaining guilt I felt for my husband evaporated before my eyes. In fact, there was almost a sense of relief knowing that he was the one to betray me first. Did it atone for what I was doing with Chris? No, of course not. But I had gotten over that part already, accepted what I was doing was wrong but rationalized that as long as I did my other wifely duties things would still be the same between us, which was clearly fine with Charles.

A smirk subconsciously came across my face. “Too can play this game” I thought. I immediately reached for my phone to text Chris.

“Honey where are you?”

“Hanging out with some of the kids in the backyard. Why?”

“Mommy wants your cock now ; )”

“: ) Where?”

“Let’s meet upstairs!”

I took one last look at my husband, imprinting the picture of the two of them to my mind.

As I made my way upstairs, I noticed footsteps following up with me.

“Hey! Jenny right?” a woman’s voice yelled, following me into the second floor hallway. “You know who I am. You’re disgusting! You should be ashamed of yourself!” Carrie yelled, barely able to keep her voice down.

“Excuse me?” I responded angrily.

“You know what you did! That was your son! Your son! It was disgusting enough when I first saw you making out with someone that young, but to find out it’s your son! What’s wrong with you, you sick pervert!”

“Mind your own fucking business lady!” I shouted back, just as Chris rounded the corner, seeing the two us arguing,

“And you! You’re old enough to know what you’re doing! How can you do that with your own mother! Does your father know?”

Chris’ face went white, the same shade it was the night when my husband almost caught us.

“Listen lady!” I yelled back, refusing to use her name. “Stay out of MY family’s business! What I do with my son, is up to me and my son!” I shouted in anger. This bitch chose the wrong time to start a fight with me. I was still pissed at my husband and she was ruining my chance of angry fucking Chris.

“Why don’t I just go downstairs and –“

“tell everyone? You think they’ll believe you?!” I laughed mockingly at her. “You just got here. Your husband just started at the company. You want to risk all of that?”

The complexion on her face changed from anger to confusion to a hint of fear.

I was so riled up by her and what I saw earlier with my husband, that to piss her off more, I quickly moved past her to Chris, and pulled him in to kiss me.

She gasped immediately.

Chris’ lips were dead at first, still too scared to do anything, but I was determined to get him to respond. My tongue was digging deep into his mouth, forcing him to moan.

“Suck on mommy’s tongue!” I whispered seductively, but loud enough for her to hear. Chris stared at me for a second, but could tell from my eyes that I was serious. When his lips wrapped around my tongue, I couldn’t help but giggle, and moved our bodies to an angle so that she could get a clear look.

“If I want to make out with my son, then I’m going to make out with my son” I said, staring right at her. I went back to kissing Chris, and to my delight, he responded this time. My hand reached for Chris’ cock and I could feel it rock hard, fighting to be let loose of his khakis.

“And if I want to feel my son’s cock, then I’ll feel his cock” I said, unzipping him and squeezing my hand inside his pants, stroking him. Chris moaned audibly.

“You like that honey? You like mommy’s hand around your cock?”

“Yes” he mumbled as we continued to kiss.

“Just a bit louder honey! I want our audience member to hear too!” I said, staring right at her. Her face was dumbfounded, not saying anything or even moving.

“YES. I love your hand around my cock, mom” Chris said.

“Thanks honey!” I smiled, returning to kiss him. I took Chris’ hand and slipped it down the back of my dress to feel my bare ass, making sure she could see everything. It didn’t take long until his fingers found my buttplug, taking it slowly out of me and bringing it outside of my dress.

Her jaw somehow dropped even lower as she stared in shock at the toy. I smiled mischievously at her, taking the toy from Chris’ finger and bringing it to his mouth. Chris cooperated immediately, opening his mouth to suck on it.

“Do you like how mommy tastes?”

Chris nodded, a little shocked himself.

“Mommy likes it too!” I giggled, giving it a lick before returning to kiss him. But as I continued to make out with Chris, I noticed that she was staring at us now, not just in surprise, but out of curiosity.

“Oh my god! You’re getting turned on, aren’t you?” I exclaimed.

“No!” She shot back, dropping her eyes to the ground.

“Do you have a son?” I asked.

She glared at me, but nodded yes.

“Then don’t knock it until you’ve tried it!” I smiled.

“I’m going to have my son fuck me in the ass now. It was nice to meet you!” I said sarcastically, guiding Chris to one of the empty rooms at the end of the hall.

I didn’t turn my back to see her, but I just knew she was still standing there, trying to contemplate everything that happened. I had no idea what she was trying to achieve for calling me out like that, but I doubt she got the result she wanted.

“Holy Fuck mom! What the hell just happened?”

“Mommy was just being a bit naughty! When we were at the mall making out, she saw us. But I didn’t stop!” I giggled.

“What?! What if she -”

“She won’t. Didn’t you see how scared she was? Besides, I think if we went any longer she was about to cum on the spot!”

“Forget her. Mommy needs to be fucked!” I said, pushing him onto the bed. Chris was about to say something, but I covered his mouth with my hand.

“Shhh!”

I reached to the bottom of dress, pulling it up until it was bunched near my waist. “Taste how wet mommy is!” I said, turning around and shoving his face into my waiting pussy.

Chris pushed aside my thong and hungrily licked his way from my asshole to my pussy and back again. “Oh Yes!” I moaned, scooting myself back further into him. Chris had started in a sitting position, but my ass was pushing into his face so hard, that he was soon lying down flat on the bed. Once he was there, I moved myself onto the bed completely, sitting on Chris’ face.

“Do you like it when mommy smothers you like this?” I panted, wriggling my ass on his tongue.

The only response I got was mumbling sounds from Chris, as his mouth was surrounded by my ass. To give him some room to breathe, I started bouncing up and down on his face, as if I were riding it. Every time I came down, I was met with the feeling of Chris’ tongue, entering my asshole. When I felt satisfied, I landed down hard on him, sitting there for a few seconds before getting off of him.

As he laid there recovering his breath, I was busy stripping off his khakis.

“Mhm!” I moaned with Chris’ cock in my mouth. I didn’t want to go too heavy, as there was no doubt Chris wouldn’t last long and I really wanted to get fucked! So instead of the usual deepthroating that I had come to love, I focused mostly on sucking and slurping on his head, getting him ready but not sending him over the edge.

“Fuck mom! I can see people outside!” Chris grunted.

I took my mouth off him temporarily, turning around and standing up to see some guests in the backyard porch. One of them included my husband, but this time he was talking to his boss and other co-workers.

“Fuck me honey!” I said, propping myself on the window sill and presenting my pussy for him.

“Yes!” I moaned in response to him entering me. The outside was lit fairly brightly, but our room was completely dark and there was no way anyone would be able to see us; giving me the perfect chance to oversee everyone else as Chris fucked me from behind.

“Fuck mommy harder!” I instructed, as I bent myself lower, flattening my back as much as possible. I stared at my husband, utilizing my resent for him to fuel my sex drive as I rocked back on Chris’ cock.

“Fuck my ass too honey! Mommy wants it in her ass!” I exclaimed. Chris instantly began fingering my ass, getting it ready before he pulled out of my pussy.

“Fuck!” Chris shouted as he gradually slid himself in me.

I kept my eyes focused on my husband, watching his every move, wishing simultaneously that he would both look up and never look up at us. I wanted him to see me fucking his son, giving up my ass for him. I wanted him to see what he was missing out on, what he forfeited. Yet all at the same time, I knew that I would never let him know what I was doing. It was too hot doing all this behind his back! If I had the chance, I would’ve loved to call him on the phone, just to watch his face as he heard the sounds of me getting railed from behind.

Chris’ pumping was faster, now that my asshole had opened up for him. “OH YES! FUCK!” I moaned, as Chris pounded into me. “Don’t cum yet honey! Don’t you dare cum yet!” I said, turning my head to look at him.

Chris was breathing hard, panting along with each thrust. Yet, he saw the stern look in my eye, and managed to nod, never losing focus on his rhythm. He fucked me for another few minutes before he slowed down too much for my liking, so I pushed him off me. I turned around to embrace him for a kiss, but surprised him by jumping into his arms, collapsing both of us to the ground, with my on top of him.

“Tongue fuck me honey!” I commanded, sitting on his face again. This time I didn’t worry about being rough with him. I sat with my entire weight on his face, squeezing the side of his head with my thighs as he licked me.

“Deeper!” I yelled, forcing his tongue into my pussy as I gyrated myself roughly on his face. My hands were rubbing furiously on my clit, pushing me closer to an orgasm.

“Oh FUCK! YES! YES! YES! AHHHHHhh!” I screamed, reaching my climax. My pussy squirted wave after wave onto Chris’ face, flooding his mouth as I heard him choking. I looked down at him, laughing wildly at his expression.

“Mommy’s not done yet!”

I pushed his head flat on the ground and guided myself back to his cock, inserting it into my ass as my pussy was still too sensitive from my orgasm. I rode him hard, slamming my entire body weight up and down his cock. My moans got louder and louder until I had no choice but to stifle the sound into Chris’ mouth as I kissed him, pressing my body against his.

With this position, Chris began slapping my ass, knowing that I loved it.

“Fuck mommy back! Fuck mommy back!” I screamed at Chris, getting him to move his hips back at me as I grinded on his cock.

“Oh FUCK! YESSSS!” I screamed before I lost control of my body, twitching wildly on top of him as I climaxed again. Lost in my own orgasm, I didn’t even realize that Chris had cum as well, deep into my ass.

I slowly got off him and lied down next to him, just looking up at the ceiling together. I was beyond exhausted, but along with both orgasms, any hate I had for my husband began to dissipate as well.

“We should get dressed honey” I said, looking out at the window.

“Yeah” Chris said, without his usual post-fuck session energy.

“What’s wrong honey?”

“Huh? Nothing. It’s just what that woman said about dad. Kind of reminded me of…” he said letting his voice trail off.

I had never talked to Chris about how he felt about this, since both of us were so caught up in each other.

“You feel guilty about your dad?” I asked.

“I did more at first. But, I couldn’t stop myself, especially seeing how energetic you were about it too. But it lessened after I thought more about it. I doubt dad and you are…”

“How do you know?” I asked with a giggle.

“Well I see my friends’ parents and they hug and kiss each other. They always mention how some nights they’re alone at home because their parents are out together, like on a date” he answered seriously. “I never see you and dad do that stuff. Any of that stuff, not even holding hands. At least not for a long time.”

Even now, my son surprised me with just how smart and observant he was. “I wouldn’t feel too guilty for your father” I said, nodding my head out the window.

Chris walked up next to me to look for himself. Charles’ co-workers were gone now, replaced by his secretary as they were being touchy with each other again.

“You mean dad’s –“

“I don’t know. I’m not really sure I want to know” I said, with a smile. “Whatever’s the case, I’m pretty happy with how things are” I said, pulling him in for a kiss. “Sorry mommy got you so wet!”

“And just to let you know. Mommy’s only fucking you” I said with a smile.

“Who the fuck is that?” Chris exclaimed in anger, barely returning my kiss. “She’s got nothing on you mom.”

I smiled back at Chris. His words were so comforting. “Oh I wouldn’t hate her too much” I said, getting a surprised look from him.

“She might be the reason we’re fucking now!” I giggled, causing Chris to chuckle as well.

“Come on let’s get fixed up and head downstairs before someone comes up!”

I had Chris go down first, me following about a minute later. As I entered back into the living room, even in the midst of all the other bodies, my eyes very quickly found Carrie. She stared right back at me, standing with a group of ladies. I smiled at her, teasingly licking my index finger for her to see. The icy stare she had before no longer had the same fierce meaning behind it; she couldn’t intimidate me no matter what she did with her face.

As I made my way to the backyard towards my husband, I was surprised at how cool I felt. It seemed the angry fuck session with Chris really did help alleviate any built up emotion. When I approached them, I couldn’t help but smirk at their horrible attempt to separate themselves.

“Whatever” I thought. I wasn’t going to call them out on it or even bring it up with my husband. After all, it would spoil what Chris and I were doing. And I would much rather have my husband fooling around with this little hussy as long as I could with my son. Besides, there was no way they were going at it as hot and heavy as Chris and I!

“Hello Sara” I said coldly. I wonder how many dicks she had already sucked or was going to suck in order to move up her position.

Dear, do you think it’s about time to leave? I’m getting a little tired” I said.

“Oh uhm, yeah” he answered, checking his watch. “Ok, yeah Sara. We…uh…we can get to that on Monday” he stammered.

“Ok. Good night Mrs. Anderson, bye Charles” she replied, her eyes lingering on my husband’s face for a second.

It was an odd feeling, knowing that there was something clearly going on between those two yet, not entirely jealous of it; at least not in a husband-wife sort of way. I guess my husband had his way of coping with middle age as I did with mine.

We quickly gathered up Chris and Jessie before excusing ourselves and leaving for home. Aside from the quiet snoring of Jessie, who had amazingly tired herself out, the rest of the ride was quiet, even peaceful. My mind, instead of running through ideas on what my future held with Charles, was only focused on Chris. There wouldn’t be any inhibition between us anymore. Everything that I had once only fantasized about trying sexually, I was going to do with Chris, sooner or later. The thought made me look in the rearview mirror, watching him stare blankly out the window. I smiled subtly to myself.

Author’s note: I was originally going to slowly drop more hints on Jenny’s husband’s infidelity, but I felt that this was a better time to address it. As I have mentioned before, this story series was always intended to be a mother/son incest story and Charles will never be a huge part of the story. This may have been the most in depth I will mention of him. The next chapter will return to Jenny and Chris dominating more of the story and will give some previews of what’s to come in the second series. I will upload it either tomorrow or the day after, depending on when I can finish editing. Thanks and again I welcome all constructive comments and suggestions.

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