A Sexy Submissive Mother and her Dominant Teenage Son

This is a story of a woman who suffers the tragic loss of her husband, only to find her long-held desire to be dominated satisfied by her teenage son. Together they explore the roles of dominant and submissive, leading to pleasure through surrender that neither could have imagined.

This is a work of fiction and I have no desire to participate in incest or sex with a minor, nor do I condone it. Should you find yourself considering either please seek professional help.

As this is my first story I welcome your comments regardless of whether they are positive or negative. However if they are negative I ask you to consider two points. Firstly, this is my fantasy and if you feel it would have been better if I included this or excluded that, then you should write a story that reflects your preferences. Secondly, please be kind! There are far too many anonymous keyboard warriors, who post comments they would never convey in person, and this cowardice.

So I hope you enjoy my simple tale, and if I receive positive comments I will write another!

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I stood before the full-length mirror, carefully checking to ensure every detail was perfect before my lover arrived. My mother was Armenian and I inherited her olive complexion and jet-black hair, which was up in a high ponytail as Kyle preferred. My makeup was flawless, with mascara and glitter eye shadow framing my hazel eyes and gloss red lipstick providing the perfect pout. Large circular earrings dangled from my lobes, tiny diamantes that spelt the word SLUT glittering in the sunlight streaming through the window.

A studded leather collar was strapped around my neck, with slim chains that trailed down to the rings that pierced my nipples and clit-hood, something Kyle arranged soon after we started fucking. An indigo quarter-cup bra pushed my firm C-cup breasts upward, matched by G-string panties that framed my shaved pussy to perfection. I did a slow turn, careful not to stumble on my platform pumps with seven-inch spike heels, bending forward as I spread my cheeks to reveal the glass plug nestled tightly in my butt. I couldn’t resist a satisfied smile, knowing Kyle would love my look though he was unlikely to acknowledge it. The clock on the side table confirmed I had a few minutes so I walked downstairs, poured a glass of wine and sat on the lounge to wait, loving the decadent feeling of the thick plug pushing deeper under my modest weight.

Oh, I should mention the man fucking me in every imaginable way is my sixteen-year old son, so perhaps I should provide a little background as to how this situation unfolded.

I’m in my late-thirties and take care of my body, enjoying the way it draws admiring glances when I rock a tiny bikini at the local beach. Allan and I married in our early twenties and decided to start our family soon after, delighted to welcome the birth of our son. Complications with the delivery meant he would never have a brother or sister, something we regretted for some time. Being intelligent, career-minded people we rose the corporate ranks, enjoying the comforts of executive salaries without realizing single children have specific needs. We purchased a luxurious home, decorated it with taste and enjoyed driving prestige cars, dining out and regular overseas holidays. While we gave Kyle the love and attention we felt he needed, we overlooked a teenager developing a serious “couldn’t give a shit” attitude.

Six months ago Allan suffered a severe brain aneurysm which resulted in a massive stoke. For weeks he lay unresponsive in ICU, until I was faced with the heartbreaking decision to turn off his life-support with a final goodbye kiss. The partner I intended spending the rest of my life with was gone, and it took some time to accept I was a widow at a young age. Allan was everything I wanted, apart from in the bedroom. Sure, he was a considerate, attentive lover who went out of his away to ensure I was satisfied, but my needs had changed. In corporate life I was a senior executive responsible for over one thousand employees, but in the privacy of my home I wanted a lover who would take charge, do whatever he wanted and use me for his pleasure. We discussed this several times and he certainly tried, but it wasn’t in his nature to be the dominant partner I increasingly craved.

Once I had given myself time to grieve, I took the first hesitant steps to rebuild my life. Thankfully, we both had substantial insurance policies so there were no financial concerns, and I enjoyed my career and couldn’t imagine taking a step back. But I had time on my hands, slept in an empty bed, and the prospect of trawling through dating sites seemed pointless as most eligible men would lose interest as soon as I mentioned my teenage son. It seemed fate had tied my hands, or had it?

Initially I didn’t realize I was looking at Kyle differently, but certainly not in a sexual way. I found myself attracted to his attitude despite the off-hand and sometimes rude way he spoke to me. I made a point of spending time with him and at times he was pleasant company, others would see him ignore me and pay more attention to his cell or disappear into his room. As time passed, I found myself admiring him physically and, while I have a mother’s bias, he was an attractive young man. Tall with a handsomely masculine face, broad-shouldered and sporting a chiseled six-pack from school football.

Around two months ago I realized I was thinking of him sexually, looking beyond his casual rugged appearance and the persona that went with it. I started fantasizing about taking him as a lover, masturbating in the privacy of my bedroom as I envisaged his proud cock fucking me. My fantasies grew darker, imaging him taking me anally, tying me up and whipping me, and satisfying my desire to be dominated.

I began dressing provocatively, wearing short skirts and skimpy tops with no bra, hoping he’d sneak a surreptitious glance. I caught the occasional peek but nothing more, so I took every opportunity to brush against him or make a show of getting something from a high cupboard so my skirt would ride up, but my efforts were futile.

I checked his computer browser and knew he regularly visited porn sites, and with my level of frustration building decided to throw caution to the winds with a more direct approach. It was a Friday night and he’d gone to his room as usual, so I crept down the hall to see flickering light under the door. With no TV in his room this had to be his computer, so I went to my room and tore my clothes off, praying he was watching porn and not some harmless Youtube video. I slipped into a backless halter mini-dress with a plunging neckline, strapped on a pair of killer heels and strode back to his door. With trembling hands I opened the door to find him naked on his bed, watching porn while stroking his impressively thick, seven-inch cock.

I’m not sure what reaction I expected to my rude interruption, perhaps embarrassment or a mortified response to being caught, but what I received was blazing teenage anger.

“What the fuck Mom! You don’t get you should knock before you just barge in?” To my amazement he kept stroking his shaft and made no attempt to hide his screen or mute the sound. “Are you fucking bored or something? Did you figure you’d just walk in and watch me jack-off?”

His eyes locked on mine, his lips forming a sneer of derision as he waited for me to reply or leave, clearly not caring which. I had one chance to bring this back on track so I tried to mimic his sneer as I replied. “I’m just trying to figure out if you’re blind or just plain stupid. You keep disappearing into your room and there’s no surprise why, while I’ve been dressing in sexy clothes and giving you signals that I’m interested. But it seems you’d rather watch porn and jerk off when you could have the real thing? Seems like a dumb choice to me!”

His sneer was replaced by a look of confusion and I hoped I was back in control, the question was where this would go next? “Wha….what are you saying Mom? I mean, I noticed you were dressing different and……are you saying you’ve been trying to seduce me?”

I stood my ground and smiled. “So you’re not totally stupid, thank God for that! I was starting to believe you weren’t as intelligent as I thought. Of course I’ve been trying to seduce you, there’s no one else here!”

The on-screen action was finally ignored and his cock was shrinking so I walked over, put the computer on the side table, unwrapped his slick fingers and replaced them with mine. “Hmmm, it seems you’re losing interest, perhaps I can help.” Before he could regain control, I crouched down and took his semi-soft cock between my lips, caressing his oozing glans with my tongue as my hand started stroking. Finally I had him where I wanted, and I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.

“What the fuck?” He gasped. “Jesus Mom, you’re sucking my cock!”

I released my lip-lock to give a smoldering smile. “And you get an A for stating the obvious honey.” I teased, before resuming my incestuous work.

His cock was magnificent, growing longer and harder between my moist lips until I was sure he was not only a good inch longer than Allan’s satisfying organ, but thicker as well. I was euphoric, my eyes closed in sexual bliss as I sucked and stroked his wonderful flesh until I felt his glans nudge the entrance to my throat. Deep throat was something I mastered years ago so his now-firm length gave me no concerns, I merely took a deep breath, relaxed my muscles and took him into my throat until my lips brushed his heavy balls.

“Fuck, FUCKING JESUS!” He cried out. “Oh yeah, fuck yeah, suck it Mom! You keep sucking me like this and I’m gonna pump my wad straight down your throat!”

I paused for a second and looked up to see burning lust in his gaze, so I closed my eyes again and moaned around his shaft. “Hmmmmmmm!!” I resumed stroking, sucking and licking, increasing the tempo as I sought to bring him to the shuddering climax I craved so desperately. I wanted his scalding seed spraying into my mouth and deep into my throat. The house could have been burning down and I wouldn’t have missed a beat, nothing was going to stand between me and a bellyful of sweet teenage cum.

His hips started thrusting, driving his proud cock deeper into my throat and filling the room with slippery sounds. “Fucking hell! Gonna cum so hard Mom!”

I didn’t know if he was trying to warn me or was lost in the moment, but when I sensed his cock twitch I deep-throated him until my lips were locked around his root. “CUMMIIINNNNGGGGG!!!” He bellowed, so I grabbed his butt-cheeks and pulled him deeper, feeling his thick cum spray forcefully into my throat and burn its way down. Again and again he came, one strong rope after another pumping deep as his hands gripped my head, holding me in place while I drained his copious load.

I savored every viscous drop, maintaining my oral embrace until the final stuttering spurts signaled he had finished. I lifted my head slowly, teasing every inch of flesh as my lips carefully cleaned his still-firm shaft until he slipped free. When his eyes finally blinked open, I licked my lips sensuously and gave him a loving smile. “Very tasty honey, and I love how much cum you pumped into my throat. That was quite a load!”

I stood and stretched, smiling down as he breathed heavily while still looking totally confused. “I feel like a drink. If you enjoyed that, come down and we’ll talk about other things I can do for you. Or you could always go back to watching porn and jerking off, your choice.”

“Shit Mom, that was amazing!” He groaned. “I’ll be down, just…..give me a few minutes, ok?”

“Sure honey. Like I said, your choice.” I turned and walked out, exaggerating the sway of my hips like a catwalk model as I left.

He walked in a few minutes later, uncapping a bottle of juice to gulp it straight from the bottle before he sat opposite. “What the fuck’s gotten into you Mom? Are you taking some kind of female Viagra or something? I mean…..you just gave me a blow-job!”

I was still coming down from my euphoric state and smiled easily. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it? I’ve been told I give great head.”

He shook his head vehemently. “It was awesome, so fucking good, but….you’re my Mom!”

I leaned forward, my eyes locked on his. “If you got a hang-up about that maybe you’d better get over it. That is, if you want more.”

“More? Who wouldn’t want more of that? So how about you tell me what’s really going on here, because I have no fucking clue!” I suppressed the urge to grin knowing he was struggling to come to terms with the change in family dynamic. I took a sip of wine to steady my nerves, knowing how important my next words would be.

“It’s not that complicated really. Losing your father was terrible and I miss him every day, but I’m still young and I have needs. I can’t be a moping widow forever and Allan would want me to get on with my life. I thought about dating and singles websites, but you hear so many negative stories I didn’t feel comfortable trying. Plus, and I don’t want you feel guilty about this because it’s not your fault, most men looking for a new relationship don’t want someone else’s kid as part of the deal.”

He looked thoughtful as he considered that. “Yeah, I can see how that could be difficult, particularly with me around. But you’ve got your work and friends, is it really that difficult or are you just making excuses?”

“As far as work goes, I keep my private and professional lives separate because I’ve seen too many office relationships end badly, and normally one or both people have to leave. I love my career and I’ve worked hard to get to where I am, so I’m not going to do anything to jeopardize that. With friends, how lame would be if I start going round asking “Hey, do know any nice single men?” To me that’s pretty desperate.”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah, that would be pretty lame. So, you said there are other things you could do for me? You wanna expand on that? What did you have in mind?”

I swallowed nervously as this was where I went out on a limb without a safety net. “Well, you’re not seeing anyone at the moment? I mean, you and Jenny seemed pretty close a few months back, but I haven’t seen her for a while.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Didn’t work out. She reckoned I had a shit attitude.”

I couldn’t resist a knowing smile. “She could be right honey, you can be a bit arrogant sometimes. To answer your question, I’m not ready for a relationship but I enjoy great sex. But I don’t want to pick up some guy in a bar for an occasional quick fuck or blow job, I want something……deeper than that.”

I blushed and my pulse was racing so I paused to take a longer sip.

“Deeper? You’re talking in riddles and not making sense. You say you don’t want a relationship, but you don’t just want sex either?”

“You have no idea how difficult this is honey. What I want is…..a man who takes charge when it comes to sex. A man who will take what he wants whenever he’s in the mood. I’m responsible for over a thousand employees and make critical decisions every day, when I’m home I want someone else to be the boss and tell me what to do so I can just relax and enjoy it.”

“So you’re……what do they call it? A submissive or something? Sheeeit! And you want me to be that guy? Is that what you’re saying?”

I leaned across the table and took his hand, noting for once he didn’t pull away. “Yes, I’m a submissive and you can do anything you want honey, and I do mean anything. Any fantasy you’ve ever had, anything you’ve seen in a porn movie, I don’t care what it is. Don’t ask me if I want to do something or if what you’re doing is ok, just go for it.”

The familiar sneer reappeared and he pulled his hand away to sit back. “Yeah? Sorry Mom, I’ll call bullshit on that all night. You’ve got no idea what gets me off and I’ll bet you’d run a mile the first time I tried something…..unconventional.”

I smiled easily though my nerves were jumping off the charts. “It’s true I have no idea what your tastes are, but you don’t know about mine either.” What I didn’t say was, at his age he’d had sex and experimented with some basic things, but he wasn’t old enough to develop significant experience. “How about you tell me something you’d like to try, and I’ll tell you if I’m ok with that?”

He considered that for a moment until a salacious grin spread across his face. “Fine. I’ve always wanted to try anal sex, so I wanna fuck your tight little butt and blow a huge load deep in your ass. What do you say to that?” He sat back thinking he’d scored a touchdown, a look of triumph on his face.

I leaned forward and gave him a sexy smile. “What I’d say is, give me ten minutes to have a quick shower and grab some lube.”

His satisfied smirk disappeared as his jaw dropped in disbelief. “Are you serious? You’d…..actually let me fuck your ass?”

To reinforce the point I pushed my chair back and stood. “So am I going for a shower, or are you all show and no go?”

His grin returned and I started to realize he was a fast learner. “Oh, you’re going for a shower, but you might need a little longer. You can shave your cunt while you’re at it. If you seriously wanna be my fuck-toy, the pubes have gotta go.”

I was already loving the way he was thinking and smiled back. “Done, I’ll be back before you know it. Why don’t you watch some porn on the TV? If you’re going to fuck my ass, your cock needs to be really hard.”

I flew upstairs and rummaged through my drawer of sex toys, found my trusty bottle of lube and hurried into the bathroom. I stripped off and turned the taps on, immersing myself under the soothing spray before washing thoroughly. Stepping to the side I soaped my thin strip of pubic hair, took my razor and started shaving it off. It was difficult as my hands were trembling at the prospect of an incestuous ass fucking, and I could feel precum oozing down my thighs. I managed to complete my task, running my fingers across my freshly shaved skin to ensure I hadn’t missed a tiny tuft.

Satisfied, I uncapped the lube, poured a thick bead into my hand and started massaging my puckered butt. I slid one finger inside and then another, taking care not to scratch my clenching muscles with my nails as I thoroughly lubed my tight passage. I repeated this several times, knowing preparation was the key to enjoyable anal play, until I was confident I was squeaky-clean.

A final rinse and I toweled dry and slipped into my robe. I was halfway out the door before I remembered the lube, taking the bottle and heading down to find Kyle stroking his cock while he watched porn on our hundred-inch TV. The picture was amazing in Ultra HD and I doubted his little laptop would get much action in future.

I stood there waiting for him to tell me what to do, but he ignored me so I sat on the couch beside him. I’d missed the start so I wasn’t sure who the characters were supposed to be, not that adult movies have much of a plot, but a middle-aged man was busy pussy-fucking a woman around his own age, while a much younger man, perhaps his son, was driving an impressive piece of cock-meat into her clenching butt. She was obviously enjoying the attention, enthusiastically pleading with them to fuck her harder.

Kyle grinned across at me. “Maybe I should bring a friend home and give you a DP. One thick cock in your cunt and another deep in your ass.”

I grinned back. “Make it two friends honey; the other can fuck my face.”

“Shit, you really are a crazy cunt Mom. I never knew you were into this stuff!”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me son, but I get the feeling you’ll catch on fast.”

He turned to give me a lascivious smile that would become increasingly familiar. “Get busy lubing my cock, slut. There’s a dirty little butt I can’t wait to fuck!”

I uncapped the lube and poured another thick bead into my hand before spreading it over his ready cock. I should have been ashamed for using my son this way, but in truth I couldn’t care less. What I craved more than anything was to feel his bulbous head driving deep inside my most private place. My parents were quite conservative, so there was no way I could have gone on the pill when I discovered the joys of sex in my mid-teens. I soon learned anal sex was a great way to keep a boy interested without falling pregnant and besides, good girls didn’t do anal but I never aspired to be a good girl, bad girls got the guys!

Satisfied I had thoroughly lubed his cock, Kyle stood and led me over to the breakfast bar, pushing me forward until I was bent over at the waist. “Pull you cheeks open bitch. I want to see what I’m aiming at.”

I shivered and did as I was told, my body-heat spiking as I imagined how my puckered brown opening would look with its glistening smear of lube. I felt his slick head brush my ring, closing my eyes in blissful anticipation as I breathed deeply, willing my muscles to relax for the coming penetration. He gripped my waist firmly, pinching my flesh as he pushed forward until my hands clenched as his glans forced a pathway inside.

“Oh my God, your cock is huge!” I gasped.

“Too big for you slut?” He chuckled. “Too bad, I’m not backing out now.”

“Just…..go slow until I stretch a little….please?” I begged.

I should have known my plea would be ignored as he pushed forward again, using firm fucking strokes as he worked against the resistance of my protesting muscles.

“Jesus fucking Christ, that’s one tight little butt, but it’ll loosen up soon enough!” He acknowledged, fucking me with lust-fueled determination.

I did the only thing I could and willed my body to relax, working on my breathing and unclenching my hands as he sodomized me. He pulled back a little and paused for a moment, before I felt a cool sensation from more lube dribbling over his cock. My body finally accepted the futility of resistance and opened, allowing more of his steel-hard cock to penetrate me until his balls slapped softly against my dribbling cunt. Success at last and I was in heaven! A thousand sensations overwhelmed me, the feel of his thick cock stretching every fiber coupled with the mind-fuck of knowing my son was deep inside a place few had been.

“Yes, oh God YES!” I cried in delight. “You feel so good baby, so fucking good. Fuck me….fuck my dirty little butt and make me your bitch!”

He laughed so hard I could feel the vibrations through his cock as he settled into a deeper rhythmic fucking. “Oh, I’m gonna make you my bitch, the only question is whether you can handle it.”

Every thrust became easier as my body surrendered and I enjoyed every decadent second. My body was his for the taking and he seemed completely comfortable taking charge. This was what I had longed for, and I wondered what other delicious surprises would come over the weekend and beyond. One thing was sure, this was a great start!

“Fuck that ass honey.” I encouraged. “Fuck it hard and deep all night. I love it so much, feeling your beautiful cock stretching my tight butt!”

“You’re just a dirty cock-whore aren’t you? A sick little slut who can’t get enough cock!”

“Yes!” I shrieked. “I’m a filthy cock-whore, a total slut desperate to have your cock in all my holes. You can fuck my ass, my cunt and my face anytime you want baby. I’ll never get enough of this!”

I gave myself totally to the pure delight of indulgence, savoring every grinding thrust and feeling as if I was the filthiest whore on the planet. There was nothing better than this and I was going to enjoy every moment.

My blissful reverie continued for several minutes until it was interrupted by his simultaneous cry of “CUMMINGGGGG!!!!” and feeling his cock swell as the first powerful stream pumped deep into my clenching butt. His gushing cum sent me over the edge as I came again and again, my body shuddering as slick cum oozed from my sphincter and trailed down to my quivering pussy. A hedonistic scent teased my flared nostrils until finally, we were spent.

He stood motionless, I could sense the tension ebb from his body as his cock shrank, sliding ever-so-slowly back until the pressure of his load pushed him free. I lay there for a while, enjoying the warm bliss fade until suddenly he grabbed a handful of my hair, dragged me off the breakfast bar and pushed me to my knees.

I opened my eyes expecting to see him clutching a torn tuft of hair, but he just grinned down at me. “You’ve made a fucking mess of my cock, bitch. Clean it up, with your mouth!”

Shit! Ass to mouth? That was one of the few things I’d never done nor did I have any desire to, but in the back of my mind this annoying, strident voice lectured me. “You wanted this. You wanted him to take charge and now he has, so you have to do what he says!”

I managed a smile and prayed it was half-convincing, thankful I had been particular about cleaning myself in the shower. Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth as he thrust his hips forward, forcing his soiled, spent cock past my lips. My initial attempt was hesitant to the point I expected him to grab the back of my head and pull me deeper, but the taste wasn’t too bad and my reservations subsided. Feeling bolder, I started bathing his glans with my tongue, relaxing while telling myself it was all in my head and I needed to accept this was what I had asked for. As I cleaned him the earthy taste diminished and I took his full length in my mouth, his balls pressed against my chin as my enthusiasm grew and I sucked and licked harder. Finally he pulled back, gasping. “Fuck, you are full of surprises bitch. I figured there was no way you’d do that, or puke all over me if you tried!”

I grinned up at him, holding out my hand so he could help me up. “Maybe you’ll start believing me honey. I said you could do anything you wanted, and I meant it!”

He slid a firm hand behind my head and leaned down to kiss me, our tongues embracing to celebrate our decadent behavior. “You’re pretty fucking hot Mom.” He complimented after breaking our kiss. “I’m really looking forward to this weekend, you’ll be lucky if you can walk on Monday!”

We turned off the lights and headed upstairs and while part of me was disappointed he showed no interest in sharing my bed, that wasn’t what I really wanted. If he was comfortable sleeping alone that was fine, as long as kept fucking me the way he just had.

I slid between the sheets, laughing as I realized I was grinning in indulgent satisfaction. My final thought was ass to mouth? Box ticked, and it wasn’t that bad!

I slept better than I had in months and woke with the sun streaming through the windows. I stood and stretched, opening the window to allow the gentle spring breeze to waft through the room. On a whim I picked up my phone and scrolled through my playlist, picking a collection of rock tracks and dancing to the heavy beat. I went into the bathroom and enjoyed a long, hot shower, unable to resist the temptation of sliding two fingers into my pussy and bringing myself to a pleasant climax. I toweled dry, brushed my hair and applied make up to ensure I looked my best, before considering what to wear. Would Kyle prefer to see me naked or wearing something skimpy?

I rummaged through the closet with no clue what I was looking for, until I found an old cotton spaghetti-strap top. I slid it over my head and thought my braless boobs looked good but it still needed something, so I folded the hem up until a teasing glimpse of my tits were visible. Careful not to lose the fold I slid it over my head and rummaged through my drawers until I found a pair of sharp scissors. With it dramatically shortened-up I put it on again, grinning to see it should be slutty enough to get Kyle’s attention. I considered a pair of cut-off denim shorts and they looked great, but they were a pain to put on and take off so they went back in the drawer. Finally I settled on sexy G-string panties, slipped on a pair of heels and took my blaring cell downstairs.

Kyle was normally a late-riser on weekends, so I brewed a coffee and went into my office to check my emails and clear a few work tasks. Since Covid hit I’d been working from home unless there was a reason to go into the office. The upside was I didn’t have the forty-minute commute each way, the downside was a blurred separation between home and work that sometimes saw me on the computer until late. If last night was anything to go by, my time-management skills were going to be challenged from now on!

I made steady progress and lost track of time until my playlist reached the end, and I realized nearly two hours had passed. I was about to check on Kyle when he walked in and gave me a sheepish smile. “Dunno why, but I slept really well last night. Any chance of breakfast, I’ve got a serious appetite!”

Well, that was a welcome change, as normally he’d walk in complaining breakfast wasn’t on the table. I pushed my chair back and stood, enjoying his attentive look at my immodest clothing. “Come on then, I was just thinking I should wake you before breakfast becomes lunch.”

We walked into the kitchen and soon had eggs, sausages and hash browns sizzling away. It was another welcome surprise to see him setting the table and pouring glasses of juice before I turned back to ensure nothing was burning. A pair of muscular arms circled my waist and pulled me back against his groin. “Did my sexy cunt sleep well?” He whispered in my ear before giving my earlobe a playful nip that sent shivers down my spine.

“Your sexy cunt slept very well thanks, better than I have in ages though I have no idea why!” I teased, shamelessly grinding my butt against his crotch.

“Short memory problem. I can fix that easy.”

“Counting on it.” I agreed breathlessly. “Now go away before I serve charcoal.”

His hands slid under the hem of my shortened top, giving my nipples a long, firm squeeze. My boobs had always been extremely sensitive, in fact I could cum from nipple play alone when it was done well, but breakfast was ready and in danger of going from just right to burnt. “I’m loving this, honestly but….after breakfast ok? If today is going to be anything like last night you need to put some gas in the tank.”

He laughed and released his grip. “Ok, breakfast first, then I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t get up.”

“Promises, promises!” I laughed happily as I handed him a stacked plate.

We ate as if we hadn’t had a decent meal in days, and when I was finished I took a long sip of juice and sat back contentedly. A stomach full of food was a great start, and the promise of hot cum for dessert was a very pleasant prospect. Kyle amazed me by starting to clear the table, something I couldn’t ever recall him doing. He must have caught my quizzical expression.

“Come on you lazy slut, if I’m gonna fuck you on this table we need to put this shit away unless you want me to sweep it onto the floor.”

Needless to say I jumped to my feet, helping him clear and stack the dishwasher.

“Lose the panties!” He snapped and I hurried to slide them down my legs. “On your knees and get me hard.” He demanded, shrugging off his robe and dropping it on the floor.

I fell to my knees, carefully lifted his semi-soft cock and leaned forward to take it in my mouth. He’d made it clear this was a preliminary so I set about my task with gusto, sucking him deep into my mouth as my tongue caressed his rapidly growing shaft. In a minute or so I felt that wonderful hardness and was wondering whether to take him into my throat when he pushed me back.

He lifted me as if I were weightless, picking me up and dropping me on the table-top. A push against my shoulder had me lying back before he gripped my ankles, dragging me across the surface until my butt rested on the edge. He lifted my legs higher, bending them back until they were above my head.

“Hold them there.” He spat, waiting impatiently until I had one hand around each. “Spread ‘em…..wider…..wider…..that’s it, now, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

I wished I could see myself with his eyes, lying back with my legs spread as wide as they would go, my dripping pussy shamelessly displayed. The look on his face was my aphrodisiac, a look of intense, unbridled lust, and I knew I was in for a memorable fucking.

My cunt felt as if it was on fire, I was so hot and ready I had to have him inside me. He took a half-step forward, held his dripping glans against my pussy lips, and lunged forward.

His firm thrust drove the breath from my lungs and threatened to push me back across the table, my moist pussy stretching to take him. He paused for a second, as if savoring the moment, before fucking me with an intensity I had rarely experienced before. This was no gentle lovemaking session, it was primal animalistic fuck, and it was sooooooo good!

There was no way I could move to meet his body, nor did I want to. I was nothing more than a willing, compliant hole he would fuck until he was satisfied, I was in a state of total bliss! Again and again, his loaded balls slapped against me as he forced even more of this impressive length inside me, and my first orgasm wasn’t the normal trembling cum, it was close to an explosion.

“Fuck….cumming already!” I screamed in delight. “Oh fuck, sweet Jesus, you are fucking me so good honey. Give me that cock. Give that hard, cunt-fucking cock!”

“You fucking whore!” He raged back. “You complete fuck-pig! Fuck it bitch, fuck the cum right out of my cock!”

Desperate to satisfy him I bore down, using my muscles to clamp around his swollen shaft until I lost the battle for control as one gushing climax followed the next. I dissolved into a series of exquisite orgasms as his fucking bordered on brutal, thick liquid sounds impossible to ignore as my pussy flooded and I felt a growing pool of warmth under my butt. This was a breathtaking cunt-fuck and it was our first!

Drool ran from my lips as he ravaged me, and while I needed to tell him I couldn’t take much more it was impossible to speak. With one final lunge he pushed deep inside and starting pumping his load, each scalding spurt so strong I was sure I could feel it bruising the walls of my ravaged cunt.

Time and again he came until he stood still, groaning unintelligibly as his body shook. His cock lost its wonderful hardness and suddenly he was gone, leaving me empty as he collapsed to the floor breathing heavily. My hands slid from my ankles and I lowered my cramping legs, pushing myself back across the table until I could stretch out like a satisfied cat.

I drifted away to a warm peaceful place and have no idea how long I lay bathing in the afterglow. Finally I managed to push myself up, sitting on the edge of the table as viscous cream trickled slowly from my thoroughly fucked pussy. He was lying back with a contented expression on his young face. “Penny for your thoughts.” I said softly.

His eyes blinked and looked up at me. “I was just thinking…..every time we fuck it gets better and…..wondering when it’ll plateau out.”

I smirked in satisfaction, as it’s one thing to feel you had epic sex but even better when your partner agrees. “It’ll happen at some point.” I stated simply. “Then we’ll just have get….creative.”

“Fuck mom, I love you way you think.” He laughed.

“And I love you way you fuck honey! So, what would you like to do today?”

He stood and stretched as he looked outside. “Hey, how about we hit the beach? It’s an awesome day and I wouldn’t mind getting into the surf.”

At first I was disappointed, expecting he’d suggest indoor activities but it was a great day, we had plenty of time, and the chance to work on my tan was a pleasant prospect.

“Sure, why not?” I agreed. “Help me clean up and we can get dressed and go.”

Thirty minutes later we were in my car and ready to hit the road. Last year I bought a BMW convertible for days like this so I powered the roof down, loving the sun and breeze on my skin, pumped up the music and punched it through the gears. The salesman thought I was crazy when I insisted on the six-speed, but I learned on a stick-shift and loved driving! The traffic was light and our luck was in when we cruised into the parking lot just a family in a mini-van backed out, so we pulled straight into their spot.

Kyle grabbed the bag of drinks while I took the towels and we walked onto the warm sand, finding an area away from the crowds and noisy kids. We applied sunscreen to each other, Kyle spending a delicious amount of time on the parts of my boobs and butt not covered by my tiny string bikini, before we ran down to the water and plunged into the gentle surf. The water was cold at first but so refreshing, and we swam for a while before Kyle body-surfed a few of the larger waves. It was a perfect way to spend the morning.

When the waves died to a gentle swell we strolled back up the beach, spread our towels and lay back in the sun. I unzipped the cooler-bag and fumbled around until I found a couple of plastic glasses and the container I’d poured a half bottle of wine into. “Glass of wine honey?” I suggested.

He grinned. “You know you’re not supposed to bring alcohol onto the beach Mom.”

I feigned a look of surprise. “Who, me? I’ve just got this container with a cool drink in it, who’s going to know what it is?”

He laughed. “You’re behaving like a crazy teenager but sure, I’ll have a glass thanks.”

I poured and passed one over so we could enjoy a cleansing sip as we watched another set of breakers roll in. “How are you enjoying your weekend so far?” I asked with a knowing smile.

“Pretty fucking awesome.” He replied with a grin that matched mine. “But I’m still trying to figure out where this sex-crazed woman came from, ‘cause I have no freakin’ clue!”

“I’m just trying to get my life back on track honey.” I replied simply. “When your Dad passed away it took a while to figure out what I wanted, then I decided there was nothing to lose by going for it. I’m really happy with the way that turned out, but it makes me wonder about you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m so happy about this I can’t describe it, but I had no idea you’d be so….experienced, or have such a variety of things you’d be interested in. I was thinking I’d have to lead you along, you know, teach you different things and take it slow, but wow, I can’t believe how wrong I was!”

He laughed heartily. “Dunno about experience because Jenny is the only girl I’ve had sex with, and it wasn’t that great at first. She was the one who got me interested in porn, I mean, I’d looked at some stuff but nothing serious. She tried giving me head and it was kinda crap, then all of a sudden she got much better so I asked what the deal was. I was thinking maybe she was practicing with someone else, but she just laughed and said she learned by watching porn. So I started looking around and man, there’s some kinky shit out there. But I was hooked and it was hot jerking off watching. One thing for sure, watching porn is nothing compared to the real thing!”

I remembered watching porn when I was his age, though back then it was DVDs discreetly passed around at school. I had watched the occasional adult movie since, always with Allan as a lead-in to a pleasant bedroom session, but now it seemed I had some catching up to do.

I casually glanced around to make sure nobody was close before rolling on my side to face him. I took his hand in mine and slid it under the tiny triangle covering my pussy, seeing him grin in surprise as he started stroking my slit. “When you say kinky shit, would you care to elaborate?”

He took a moment to respond, feeling the first traces of pussy lube which made it easier to slide his finger inside. “You name it, it’s out there. Plenty of oral, anal, double penetrations, gang bangs, hell, there’s even chicks shoving massive dildos in their cunts.”

“Interesting.” I mused, finding it increasingly difficult to focus as a second digit joined the first in a gentle finger-fuck. “But that doesn’t sound that kinky. You can tell me if you’ve watched movies that are more extreme and I won’t get angry, I’m genuinely curious.”

He laughed. “Ok Mom, I watched one the other night and this girl was tongue-fucking a guy’s butt while she jacked his cock, and some of the wilder ones have fisting including in the butt, pissing, even girls having sex with dogs!”

A tremor rippled through my body as his lustful confession added to the pleasant sensations emanating from my increasingly wet pussy. “I’m not sure I could take your fist in my butt honey, and I’d have to think about sex with animals…..” I deliberately trailed off, waiting expectantly for his reaction.

Sure enough it didn’t take long. “Shit, are you saying you’d tongue my ass? And…..it’d be ok if I pissed on you?” He hissed in disbelief.

“Why don’t we go home and find out?” I smirked. “Maybe you could have a quick shower to wash the salt off.”

His hand slid free to quickly disappear down his trunks and rearrange his burgeoning cock. “Let’s go!” He enthused.

We gathered our things and headed up the beach, laying our towels on the seats as the black leather was way too hot for bare skin, before the tires chirped as I hit the gas. As soon as we arrived Kyle headed for the shower and I thought about joining him, before realizing I’d need another soon.

He walked back into the den with droplets of water still trailing down his skin and his perfect specimen dangling heavily. The breakfast bar was becoming his favorite place as he bent forward with his hands on the surface. “Get busy bitch, I want that tongue deep in my butt!”

I smiled in hedonistic anticipation as I knelt behind him, my hands spreading his muscular cheeks to provide a clear view of his puckered muscle. Many people don’t realize the anus is a highly erogenous area, perhaps because they think it’s a dirty place and don’t associate it with satisfying sex. I had no such hang-ups, particularly after my first experience with ass-to-mouth, and it seemed Kyle didn’t either as a long groan reached my ears the moment I brushed the tip of my tongue across his tight sphincter.

My second pass was slower and firmer, before I bathed the tight skin until it gleamed in the light. “Fucking loving this cunt, keep going!” He encouraged.

I knew his muscles would soon welcome my oral attention and sure enough, the natural resistance waned until the tip of my probing tongue slid inside. I felt him move above me, his chest resting on the bench leaving his hands free to pull his cheeks even further apart.

My hand snaked around his body until his hard, oozing cock was in my grasp. “That’s it bitch. Jack that cock and slide that slut-tongue up my ass!” I was happy to comply, my slippery tongue probing deeper as my hand spread his copious precum down the length of his shaft.

“Yeah slut, you’re doing me real good. Keep going like this and I’m gonna spray jizz everywhere.”

I pulled back momentarily. “I want it on my face honey, please? I want your hot cum all over my face!” I pleaded.

“Sure bitch, that’s no fucking problem.” He assured me.

I was desperate to have him paint my face in thick, dribbling cream, to feel it trickle down my skin in a portrait of decadent release, so I resumed my oral loving. His butt muscles had relaxed to the point my tongue was sliding deep inside, probing the walls of his passage as my hand stroked steadily.

I was becoming addicted to his responses, the way his cock grew longer and harder to every touch, while he struggled to remain still as my tongue explored a place no other had been. He was moaning continuous encouragement, using language many would find disgusting but only served to spur me on as I sought to bring him to an explosive climax.

“Fucking hell, so good cunt, so fucking good! You’re gonna get a cum-bath soon you butt-sucking whore!”

I increased my grip, sliding my hand right up to the tip of his glans before moving back until I brushed his gently swinging balls. His cock seemed to grow even thicker until he pushed himself up and swung round, almost bowling me over in his haste.

Knowing what was coming I sat back on my haunches, expectantly waiting as his hand replaced mine and became a blur of movement. “This what you want slut? You want me pump my load all over your pretty little butt-sucking face?”

“Yes!” I shrieked. “Oh God, YES! Give it to me baby, give me every last drop!”

The first shot took me by surprise, almost knocking me backward as it laid a thick stripe across my face. He kept stroking furiously, managing to spray each jet in a different place until his hot juice was dribbling down from my forehead, cheeks and nose. I leaned forward and opened my mouth, giving him a wanton invitation to coat my tongue with cum. Finally he started to lose intensity, his final release spattering across my breasts until a thick bead ran down my nipple before dripping onto my clenched thighs.

He grinned down at me in satisfaction, admiring his handiwork before he took a half-step closer and used his cock-head to smear his cream across my face. When he was done I leaned forward and took his softening member into my mouth, bathing it with the cum I kept inside. I slid back and swallowed, loving the way his jizz slid down my throat before cleaning him gently.

His hands were on my head guiding me, perhaps to ensure I didn’t move too quickly while I cleaned his sensitive cock. Finally he stepped back and I carefully wiped a bead of cum about to trickle into my eye. “Wow honey, that was one heck of a cum-bath!” I enthused happily.

He laughed. “You look like a total slut sitting there with cum dripping all over your face.”

“Then I must have done a great job. Did you enjoy having my tongue in your butt?”

“Fuck yeah.” He chuckled. “Felt kinda strange, but so good!”

I leaned back and spread my legs, loving the heat in his gaze as I trailed a lazy finger up my slit. This was what I had craved for so long, to have the freedom to behave like a total slut without judgement or criticism, just the pure enjoyment of being an instrument of pleasure. I slid one finger then a second inside, stretching the walls of my slippery pussy as I started finger-fucking myself.

He sat beside me watching, before dipping his head to take a cum-coated nipple in his mouth. He sucked it gently at first, gradually increasing the suction as my strawberry-bud grew longer in his mouth like a tiny cock. I felt his teeth graze my sensitive flesh before a brief, sharp bite.

“Oh yeah.” I hissed. “I like that!”

Another bite followed, this one longer and harder as his teeth dug into my flesh, and I was close to cumming when suddenly he sat up. My fingers were still busy as he leaned across to give my other nipple similar treatment, his tongue teasing me before one brief nip, followed by a firmer bite.

I trembled and shook as my fingers were bathed in warm, slippery cum so he bit me again, which drew a harder climax from my cunt. Growing more confident, he gripped my nipple firmly between his teeth and pulled back, stretching my nipple and breast until it felt as taut as a violin string.

He moved around my body, leaving playful nips on my shoulders, neck and ear lobes, each giving me shivers as a third finger burrowed inside me. I was cumming continuously and struggled not to collapse back onto the floor, but this was so good I didn’t want to move and risk losing the moment.

Working his way down, I felt his breath on my pussy lips as his hand wrap around mine, folding a fourth finger against the others and helping me slide it past my slick labia. With four fingers working in concert I was seriously stretched, muscles protesting as they reached their limit, but he showed no interest in any discomfort as he continued using my hand to fist myself.

“Stretch that cunt, get your whole fucking fist in there!” He snapped as his hand brutally forced more of mine inside my painfully stretched pussy.

“Not sure….I can!” I gasped through the pain.

His response was an evil laugh. “Of course you can slut. This is what you want isn’t it? You want to be treated like a filthy fuck-pig don’t you? GET….IT…..IN THERE!”

I was puffing and hissing as if in the final stages of birth, trying to stretch my cunt far beyond its limits as he crushed my thumb against my slippery fingers and kept pushing mercilessly. I was about to cry in defeat when, with one savage thrust, he managed to ram my quivering hand past the ring of resistance.

I felt numb from the waist down, struggling to comprehend I had actually taken my complete hand inside my quivering body. “Now isn’t that a sight?” He sneered. “My sweet mom with her whole fist inside her hot little cunt! How’s that feel whore?”

Ever so slowly my sense of feeling returned, knowing the worst was over and I had satisfied his domineering wish. “So….fucking…..stuffed!” Was all I could stammer.

His hand gripped my wrist like a vice, encouraging me to move. “They call it fist fucking bitch, so let’s see you fist that hot little cunt!”

Leaving my hand to its own devices his thumb peeled my clit hood back and started rubbing it firmly, grinding over the slick surface as I attempted to stuff my fist deeper. I felt his other hand force a path beneath mine until his finger spread my oozing juice over my puckered butt-hole, coating it with natures lube before pushing firmly inside my butt.

My senses were close to overload as I felt the tension in my pussy muscles, his strong thumb massaging my clit and his finger probing deep inside my butt. My body was being used in ways I could never have imagined, and I was delirious in delight. He didn’t care whether I was in pain or enjoying his demanding treatment, he was giving me everything I had wished for and so much more!

“Fuck that cunt bitch, push that fist deeper!” He growled and I struggled to comply.

A second finger slid past my clenching ring and bent at the tip until it scraped against my fist through the separating wall, and I came. This wasn’t a pleasant ripple that built to a crescendo, it was a tidal-wave of cum spraying over my hand as I forced it deeper. A second cum was followed by another and I was sobbing, laughing, gasping and screaming as my senses shutdown and I slumped back, unable to do anything other than breathe.

“Not bad slut. Not bad at all!” I heard him laugh as he moved back, allowing me to recover at my own leisurely pace. The beginnings of cramp in my forearm convinced me to pull my fist free, thankful it was far easier to pull back and I could feel my cunt gape, the muscles incapable of reverting to normal size. I lay back on the floor wondering why I had waited so long, but satisfied I had finally let the genie out of the bottle.

After several minutes I managed to get to my feet, walking into the kitchen to pour a tall glass of fruit juice which disappeared as I quenched my thirst.

Kyle was sitting on a chair watching me. “Did that scratch your itch?” He teased knowingly.

“For now.” I smiled in satisfaction. “But the day is still young.”

“Fucking crazy cunt!” He laughed. “Let me know what you’ve done with my mom when you figure it out.”

I stood before him with my hands on my hips. “You don’t like the new me?” I teased back. “Rather have the old one back?”

He gazed at me with wicked gleam in his eyes. “Can’t see her ever coming back, you’re enjoying this way too much!”

“You have no idea honey.” I replied honestly. “It’s hard to describe, but I just feel this amazing sense of freedom. It’s like…..the person I wanted to be was locked away somewhere, and now the door has been ripped open and I’m free to be who I want without worrying what anyone thinks. It’s exhilarating!”

He considered that for a moment, something I didn’t recall seeing and I wondered if our relationship was moving to another level. I mean, the sex side was a significant and obvious shift, but was there a deeper change happening?

“You sure surprised the hell out of me.” He acknowledged. “I mean, I had no freaking idea you could be like this. You were always just Mom and I never realized you had these secrets busting to get out. Did you and dad get into stuff like this?”

I considered his question as I walked into the kitchen and took a bottle of wine from the fridge, holding it up until he nodded and I poured two glasses. I passed his over and took a sip from mine. “It’s complicated honey. I wasn’t always like this, I guess I first realized I had this nagging need to be…..dominated…. a few years ago. I talked to your dad and he did try, but it just wasn’t in his nature. I think you’re either born with a dominant personality or you’re not, and he wasn’t. It was never a deal-breaker or something that had me thinking about divorce, I just tried to accept it wasn’t going to happen and move on. Even when he died I wasn’t thinking this was my chance, it just happened over time.”

“So what made you decide to jump me?” He asked in genuine interest. “That was a hell of a risk. Weren’t you shit-scared I’d tell you to fuck off and go see a shrink?”

“You have no idea!” I laughed loudly. “I was really worried but so horny too. I’d been thinking about taking a chance for weeks but kept chickening out. Finally I figured I just had to try, but I was petrified you’d think I’d lost my mind!”

He laughed at my passionate reply. “I was sure you had, but the idea of getting laid was kind of appealing, even if it meant fucking my Mom.”

“So, do you think I’m a good fuck?” I asked breathlessly.

“Nah.” He teased. “I think you’re a dynamite fuck. Now I’m wishing it happened sooner!”

“My bad, I’m kicking myself for the same reasons!” I assured him. “How do you feel about this now? I mean, our relationship has completely changed and it happened so fast. Are you ok with this, not having any reservations or regrets?”

Once again, he thought about my questions for a moment. “No, it’s cool. I guess it’ll take time to see how it goes, but I’d be crazy not to go with it. Knowing I can fuck you without bullshit limits is, what did you call it, exhilarating? Sure beats the hell out of jerking off!”

I smiled in satisfaction. “I’m so happy to hear you say that, because that’s precisely what I want. I want you to fuck me whenever you want, and I don’t care what you do.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s the part I’m still trying to get my head around. It’s one thing knowing I can fuck you anytime, but a whole other level when you say things like that. I know you mean it, but it’s still real strange. When I was fucking Jenny it was ok, but I was always wondering if she liked what we were doing. Knowing anything goes is way better.”

“I’d call that a win all round.” I assured him. “You can say goodbye to masturbating and I’m finally getting the kind of sex I’ve wanted for so long.”

He leaned forward intently. “You keep asking me what I want to do and what I’m into, but how about you Mom? What dirty little fantasies are hiding in your head? It’s time you evened things up a little.”

He sat back expectantly, waiting for me to bare my soul. “Well, I have a couple of fantasies I’ve never shared with anyone. When you said you’d invite a couple of friends to fuck me, that got me so wet! My pussy was dripping as it’s something I’ve never done, but I’ve fantasized about. The main drawback would be making sure they never told anyone, but young boys love to brag about their sexual exploits so that’d be almost impossible.”

“Maybe not.” He replied simply. “I’d take their cells and tell them if word got out I wouldn’t care who had the big mouth, neither of them would ever be invited back.”

It was my turn to consider his logical solution. “Actually…..that could work. Good thinking honey!”

“So what else Mom? You said you had a couple of fantasies.”

“Well, this one is more intense. I know it sounds crazy, but I keep having this dream a man breaks in when I’m alone and…..rapes me. I know he isn’t going to kill me, but he ties me up, slaps me around then rips my clothes off and fucks my mouth, pussy and ass before he leaves.”

Kyle whistled as his eyes flared. “That’s some fantasy Mom!” He breathed heavily. “Are you saying you want me to do that? Like a role-play thing?”

“I hadn’t thought that far, but how do you feel about that?” I asked leaning forward and watching his reaction intently. “Is it something you’d be willing to do?”

His response was an evil grin. “Have you got any handcuffs or bondage stuff?”

I stood and held out my hand. “Why don’t we go upstairs and see?”

I led him to my bedroom, opening a drawer to display my collection of adult toys. He pushed me aside and rummaged through the things I bought some time ago hoping Allan would use them on me. I appreciated he took his time, particularly as I doubted he’d used these before. I had a couple of dildos including one around twelve inches long and two inches thick which clearly piqued his interest, before moving through a couple of butt-lugs and nipple clips. He dangled a pair of handcuffs in my face, before inspecting an assortment of Velcro ties, a spreader bar and a leather-tipped riding crop.

“You are full of surprises Mom.” He whistled. “Most of these look brand new, you said Dad wasn’t that interested, but I sure am!”

“I was hoping you’d say that honey.” I breathed heavily, as I’d wondered what his reaction would be.

He turned to face me. “You said a part of your fantasy was to be slapped around, you wanna elaborate on that?”

I felt my face blushing and wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment or anticipation. “If you’re prepared to do this I want it to be realistic. I don’t want to finish covered in bruises, particularly on my face, but a rape scenario wouldn’t be convincing if you weren’t rough with me. Does that make sense?”

“I think so.” He said with an evil smirk before taking me by surprise. “I’m going out for a while, you might want to take a shower in an hour or so and dress in something you don’t want to wear again.”

I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it seemed he was going to fulfil my fantasy now, and as realistically as possible. My legs turned to jello and my pussy moistened, I was so ready and now he was going to make me wait? Sonofabitch!!!

I gulped and nodded but he was already walking away. The sound of the front door closing confirmed I was alone and I convinced my shaky legs to take me downstairs for another glass of wine. Having to wait was exquisite torture and I knew it was deliberate, so I sipped the wine and pondered the endless possibilities of how this would unfold. I had told him I wanted realism but left how to achieve it in his hands, my cunt was still oozing, this was going to be the longest hour of my life!

Finally the time ticked over and I went upstairs, going through my wardrobe until I settled for an old slip dress. It was suitably short with thin spaghetti-straps and looked reasonably sexy, but I hadn’t worn it in ages so it would be no loss. As an afterthought I picked a pair of heels that were a reasonable match and headed for my shower. The steaming spray was a welcome distraction as I carefully washed and toweled dry. I brushed my hair, slipped into the dress and heels, applied a little make-up and cherry lipstick, and I was ready.

I opened the door questioning whether I’d left the light on as it was dark, when suddenly I was dragged into the room before a muscular arm wrapped around my throat, pulling me back. A long carving knife appeared before a coarse voice growled in my ear.

“Gonna teach you a lesson about home security cunt, dumb fucking move leaving your door unlocked. I know there’s nobody else here, you expecting anyone home soon bitch?”

He was so convincing I shivered. “No, just me.” I gasped. “My son is away for the weekend. He won’t be home until tomorrow night.”

“So we’ve got plenty of time to have some fun.” He sneered, dragging me over to the dresser. “Put your hands behind your back and don’t fucking move!” He ordered, the cold steel cuffs snapping around my wrists before he pushed me into the middle of the room.

I trembled when I saw him, as the clothes were familiar but he looked menacing in a black balaclava that concealed his face. I was slipping deeper into my fantasy character. “What….what do you want?” I stammered. “I’ll do anything you want just….please don’t hurt me!”

He slapped me across the face and before I could react a stinging back-hander snapped my head the other way. “Oh, I’m gonna hurt you cunt, but if you be nice and do as I say I won’t kill you. But if you cross me, try to scream or do anything else I don’t like, I’ll cut you into little pieces, got it?”

I gulped and nodded. “Yes, I understand. I’ll do anything you want!”

He gripped my nipple through the thin fabric and crushed it between his thumb and forefinger until I groaned in pain. “Nice tits bitch, let’s have a better look.” He slid the knife between my breasts and sliced down until the dress was cut through, then cut the straps so it fell to the floor. “Not a bad body for an old cunt, much better than that bitch I raped last week, she was a fucking dog!”

His hand slid between my legs. “Spread ‘em!” He barked before sliding a finger up and down my slit. “Fuck me, you’re wet already, I think you’re enjoying this. Get down on the floor!”

I was wondering how to comply when a foot in the back pushed me roughly forward and, with my hands cuffed behind my back, I face-planted onto the carpet. No sooner had I hit the floor than he attacked me, firmly slapping my butt cheeks before he pulled them roughly apart. I felt his hot breath ripple across my skin before his mouth was all over my butt-hole, licking and biting my tender flesh. There was no teasing or gentle build-up, his tongue burrowed against the resistance of my tight hole forcing it’s way inside. The feel of his mouth on my butt had me on a fast-track to euphoria and I couldn’t prevent a squeal of delight. It seemed his probing tongue was everywhere and I bit my lip to prevent a plea to rape my tight ass slipping from my lips.

I wanted it so bad, my butt cheeks burning from his brutal slaps while inside was soothed by the constant probing of his pointed tongue. I was desperate to feel his dripping glans force a path inside and drive deep toward my bowel. His mouth left me and I prepared to take him, but it seemed he had other plans. I heard him walk across the room then return, a soft click preempting a dribble of cool lube he massaged across my ring before forcing a slippery finger inside, coating the walls of my butt.

I felt something press against my well-lubed ring but it wasn’t a thick cock-head, it was harder and more pointed. “Oh my God, what are you doing?” I gasped in surprise.

A malicious laugh teased my ears. “Ain’t it obvious bitch? I’m plugging your ass to give it a good stretching before I fuck it later. Nothing feels better than jamming my cock up a tight little butt. Ever been fucked in the ass before slut?”

“Oh no!” I cried out. “Please, not that, I’ll do anything else, just not there….PLEASE!”

A wicked slap across my tender butt ensured I’d have a mark that would take a while to fade. “I’m going there cunt, so get used to the idea. And I hope you didn’t take a dump recently, ‘cause it ain’t gonna taste good when you clean my wang with your mouth after!”

“You fucking animal!” I hissed, before shrieking in pain as he jammed the plug into my butt, brutally stretching it further than it was ready to go. “Owwww! Oh God, that hurts!”

He grabbed a handful of hair and yanked my head back, his face inches from mine. “You just don’t know when to shut it, do you cunt?” He roared, stuffing his sweaty jocks into my mouth. “That should keep you quiet!”

He moved back to give my butt a series of firm slaps before pushing my legs apart. I felt him shuffle forward and his slick glans pushed against my slit, sliding up and down to spread his oozing precum before he slammed forward, stretching my pussy against the pressure of the plug until his balls slapped against me.

“Now that’s a cunt ready for fucking.” He sneered. “You can bullshit you don’t want it but the body don’t lie slut, this sloppy hole’s primed for cock and that’s what it’s gonna get!”

He was right on the money though my reluctant character would never admit it, but deep down he was performing perfectly and I was delirious. With my butt and pussy stuffed my senses were amplified, and I could feel every ridge and ripple on his thick shaft as he took me, pulling back until I feared he would slip free, then driving deep inside until I had every magnificent inch. I prayed this would never end and my body betrayed my character by pushing back against him.

“Yeah bitch, that’s it. Fuck that cock, take it all, I told you this cunt was hot for fucking!”

I pushed back again, knowing I had it all but desperate for more, unable to tell him how much I craved it with my mouth stuffed full. I have no idea how long he fucked me, time had no relevance as I was his captive, his collection of holes to fuck until he’d had enough which I hoped was a long way off.

My face was lying in a growing pool of drool and I didn’t care, the friction in my pussy was my sole focal point until he quickened his pace and started grunting each time he slammed into me. “Fuck bitch, I’m gonna cum so hard you’re gonna be gargling cum any second! Mmmm…..yeah cunt, HERE…..IT…..COMES!”

I tried to hold back but it was pointless, he was fucking me so hard I dissolved into an intense series of orgasms that tore through my body. His final lunge drove me across the floor as his cock flared before a torrent of hot jizz filled my clenching pussy. That was the first of his gushes, and in seconds I could feel it seeping past his still-thrusting shaft and dribble down my thighs. Still he kept fucking and cumming until the pressure pushed a huge gob out with a farting sound. Normally I would have been mortified but today I couldn’t care less, as long as he kept pumping his seed.

Finally he finished, staying perfectly still until I felt his body shake and he collapsed back. As his cock slid free a louder liquid fart echoed and I dropped onto my side, my chest heaving from the unrelenting pounding. I couldn’t remember being so thoroughly fucked and the feeling was pure bliss!

I lay still, feeling the warmth of copious cum oozing from my thoroughly fucked cunt. I smiled as I wondered if I’d ever get the carpet clean, but that was a problem for later. I sensed he was standing over me as he reached down to reef his jocks from my mouth, allowing me to take deep breaths of cleansing air.

“I’m hungry cunt, you need to make me something to eat.”

“Sure…ok.” I stammered as he released the handcuffs, his strong hands sliding under my armpits and lifting me to my feet where I rubbed my wrists to restore the circulation. “I’m not sure what I have, can we go downstairs and I’ll see?”

“Cool, but before we do that……” He walked over to my drawer and picked up a pair of nipple clips. They had serrated teeth covered by some kind of plastic or rubber sleeve which he slid off and tossed carelessly on the floor. He gripped one nipple firmly, giving it a painful squeeze before twisting it around until it grew into a hard pink bud. He took one clip, placed it over my nipple, then allowed the jaws to snap shut causing me to yelp in pain as the sharp teeth bit into my tender flesh drawing a tiny bead of blood. He ignored my whimpering protest and repeated the treatment on my other nipple, twisting it even further until my legs started to give out, then snapped the second clip.

“That’s more like it.” He sneered, standing back to admire his handiwork before giving me a stinging swat on the butt with the riding crop. “Let’s get some food, I’m gonna need plenty of energy for what’s coming next.”

He followed me to the kitchen, casually flicking the crop against his hand. I opened the fridge and bent forward to see what I could prepare, jumping when the crop sliced across my butt. I spun round and gave him a withering glare. “Do you want something to eat or not?” I spat, receiving a wicked slice across each breast which made clips sting even more.

“Shut it cunt. When I want you to speak I’ll ask you a question. Hey, you got any booze in this dump?”

“Yes.” I replied meekly. “I’ve got some wine and I think there’s a bottle of bourbon in the den.”

“I’ll have a wine and you can have a bourbon.”

I raised a questioning eyebrow but led him into the den. He picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels and took me back where he poured what must have been three or four nips, handing me the glass.

I knew I’d be halfway drunk if I drank that much and said so. “That’s the whole idea slut, so you’d better start chugging.” He grinned. “Butt-fucking’s way better when you’re loose, so get it down.”

I took a long sip feeling it burn down my throat, found some steaks and quickly peeled some potatoes, sliding a dish of frozen peas in the microwave as he looked around. “So, just you and your son live here?”

“That’s right. Do you mind if I sit down? My legs are kind of wobbly.”

“Sure.” He replied easily. “As long as you don’t burn my steak it’s cool. How old is your son?”

“Sixteen and growing up fast.” I replied, wondering where this was going.

He took a sip from his glass. “Sixteen huh? With a cunt like yours you should be fucking him.”

“My sex life is none of your business.” My character snapped back, earning me another whipping across each nipple, which I was enjoying more each time he snapped the crop. “Yow! So….why do you say that, why would I fuck my underage son?” I persisted.

“Come on bitch, you can’t be that stupid!” He sneered. “Young cocks cum in buckets, are ready for more much faster than old wangs, and you can train ‘em to fuck just like you want. I’ll bet your kid would love to get between your legs and give you a serious pounding. Don’t tell me that hasn’t crossed your mind.”

I stood and checked on the steaks, turning them over before getting out plates and cutlery. “Cat got your tongue cunt?” He persisted. “Or was I close to the truth?”

“Whatever.” I replied lamely.

“Whatever? What kind of dumb-fuck answer is that?” He strode over and slashed my tits again, leaving a brutal welt across each. “Answer me or I’ll give my arm a good workout!”

“YOOOWWWW!!!” I squealed in genuine pain, though my pussy was getting wetter by the second. “Yes, I’m fucking him, I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’m fucking my son!”

He sat back down and leered. “I knew it, when you didn’t deny it first-up, I fucking knew it! Don’t feel bad cunt, you’d be amazed how many of the bitches I fuck are spreading their legs when they shouldn’t be. So, how long has this been going on and be honest, otherwise I might come back when he’s home, tie him up and let him watch how it’s really done.”

Dinner was in danger of burning so I turned off the stove and served, squirming on my seat to find a comfortable position for my plugged butt. He raised a questioning eyebrow so I picked up the thread of conversation. “It hasn’t been long, my husband died recently and I swear nothing was going on before that.”

“So, the bitch got an itch and decided to scratch it at home. I’d call that a smart choice, start bringing strangers home and he’s likely to act up a treat. How big is his cock? Is he a good fuck?”

I didn’t realise how hungry I was and chewed quickly so I could reply. “His cock is similar to yours and yes, he’s a surprisingly good fuck.”

“Good for you. You gone down on him? Sucked his cock until he blew his wad in your mouth?”

“Yes, I have.”

It was his turn to wait until he finished his mouthful, which gave me time to appreciate how well he was playing his role. “You know, normally when I plug a slut’s ass, she thrashes around squealing like a stuck pig for ages. They huff and puff ‘till their shitter stretches then they finally calm down, at least until I chuck my wang in there.” He paused for an evil chuckle. “I’m gonna give you one chance to answer my next question honestly, and if I even think you might be lying it’s gonna get real ugly. So, has his wiener been knocking on your back door?”

I lowered my head, hoping he would think I was embarrassed when I was trying to conceal an appreciative grin. “Yes, we’ve had anal sex, in fact I told him he could fuck my ass anytime he wants.”

He whistled. “I figured there was something different ‘bout you! So, baby boy gets to put his pecker in your pooper anytime he wants, and I’ll bet you just love a filthy butt-fuck don’t you?”

I looked up and locked eyes with him. “I love a dirty butt-fuck, I can’t think of anything I like more.”

“So when I fuck your tight little butt you’re gonna be honest and tell me how much you like it aren’t you whore? You’re not gonna act all pure and lily-white like you’ve never been there.”

“There’s no point is there.” I conceded with a coy smile. “I’ve admitted I do it and enjoy it so don’t worry, if you fuck me well, you’ll know, provided you don’t stuff your jocks back in my mouth.”

“Sheeeit!” He laughed through half a mouthful. “You ain’t half a confident little cunt are you?”

“I guess we’ll see.” I replied earnestly. “And I haven’t forgotten you’re in charge.”

“Smart move, but I’m still going to tie you up first.”

“You’re the boss.” I replied, squirming again as my butt twitched expectantly. Something told me has wasn’t just participating in my fantasy he may be immersed deeper than I, which opened a whole new world of possibilities!

We finished eating and I cleared the dishes in case he planned fucking me on the table, but he pushed back his chair, took me firmly by the arm and led me upstairs.

In the bedroom he put a couple of pillows in the middle of the bed. “That should get your butt at the right height. Face down on the bed bitch, and lie still while I get some things to make sure you don’t try to chicken out on me.” I lay down while he made another trip to the drawer, stretching my arms out as he cinched a strap around each wrist and secured them to the bedposts. My ankles were next and I was face down, spread-eagled when he wrenched my face up with a handful of hair.

He was stroking his cock with a lascivious smile. “Get me hard and wet slut, and the harder the better if you know what’s good for you!”

My lips spread, willing him to drive his burgeoning cock deep into my throat, which he proved happy to do. Knowing how good he’d feel deep in my butt I didn’t suck or lick it, I devoured it, sucking furiously as my tongue slid rapidly over every bump and hollow. A long growl encouraged me, not that I needed it, as I was more than ready to have the plug torn out and replaced with a rock-hard length of fuck-meat.

He pulled back and I whimpered, before he slapped my face as he thrust his glans past the entrance to my throat. Despite not being able to breathe, my tongue continued to tease and explore until he pulled back and I sucked a breath, before he thrust forward again. He settled into a decadent rhythm where his glans would push deep into my throat, hold for a while, then pull back to allow a quick breath before he slammed forward again.

I felt him change position so I sucked harder, determined to hold on until he was ready to tear my ass open. His firm hand brushed my butt and I felt pressure on the plug, twisting inside as he worked to pull it free. My butt didn’t make it easy as I’d been plugged for some time and my sphincter had locked around the thin shaft, but he increased pressure until I felt my butt gape when it slid free. Now all I needed was a thick muscular cock to take its place.

I heard the lube cap snap open and his hand working the viscous liquid over his weapon, then the bed dipped as he knelt between my legs. “Time to get down and dirty cunt, you ready for a serious butt-fucking?”

“Yes, oh God YES!” I shrieked as his slippery head rubbed against my half-open hole.

With one powerful lunge he entered me, and I enjoyed every inch of the decadent stretching as my body opened in surrender. “Fuck yeah, this ass is built for fucking. Loose enough to slide my cock in, tight enough to give a good grip. I’ll bet your kid blows buckets when he bangs your butt!”

“You have no idea.” I hissed. “Let’s see how hard you cum!”

My cheeky response saw my head jerk back when he grabbed my hair and I squealed in pain, though that soon passed when I realized he was using his firm grip to impale me on his throbbing shaft. My fantasy anal-rape was having a strange effect on my body, as my sphincter kept clamping down on his cock despite my efforts to relax and encourage deeper penetration. Kyle either didn’t mind or notice, as kept fucking me firmly as my pussy started oozing.

“This is what you want isn’t it, you sick slut. Your cunt’s so wet you’re soaking my balls! Admit it, a dirty fuck gets you off, and the dirtier the better.”

He wrenched my hair painfully. “Yes.” I gasped. “OH GOD, YES! This makes me cum every time, and soooo hard!” No sooner had the words left my lips than I came, a powerful spray bursting from my pussy and spattering over his skin. “Keep fucking me like this and I’ll keep cumming!”

Too easy cunt, too fucking easy!” He slammed into me again, threating to crash my face into the bed-head despite the secure ties. My brain switched modes, going from the imaginary captive to thoughtful woman as I realized I loved my son, but was hopelessly in lust with his cock. Every aspect was perfect, his length, glorious thickness, and the incredible hardness of youth. He was a virtuoso and my body was his instrument, and didn’t he know how to play!

“Sweet Jesus!” I cried. “Rape my filthy butt, fuck that ass and don’t ever stop. This is fucking unbelievable!”

He crouched down until his sweating chest lay on my back, still fucking as he reached down to give my nipples a crushing squeeze. “Oh fuck, that’s so good.” I groaned. “Crush them, tear them off, ARRGGGHHHH!” Another gushing spray flew from my dripping cunt, then another, and I was a drooling, incoherent fuck-toy.

My nipples were subject to exquisite torture and I prayed this would never end, but I felt his pace quicken and knew he was going to fill my quivering butt, and I was so ready to take it all.

“Fucking hell bitch, you’re sucking the cum outta my cock! HERE…IT…..COMES!” With one violent push he drove deeper than he had ever been and unloaded, soothing the walls of my ravaged ass with one powerful spray after another. I came with him, my body surrendering to the waves of his orgasm, pumping cum from one hole while he filled the other.

His weight crushed what little breath I had from my lungs, completely and blissfully spent. I wondered if this was the most intense climax ever as my body shivered and shook uncontrollably.

He was so deep it took some time for his softening cock to slide free, leaving me gaping again as a thick trail of cream slid slowly down to tease my saturated pussy. With a soft groan he rolled onto his back and I watched his chest rise and fall, both resting in the afterglow of hedonistic indulgence.

Finally his eyes opened and he looked over. “That was one epic fuck, bitch. You’ve got a body built for sin, and an attitude to match.”

My brain was scrambled and found it difficult to stay in character. “For someone who broke into my house, you’re not bad yourself!” I complimented. “Does this mean you’ll let me go now?”

He laughed heartily. “Shit no, shit being the operative word! Did you forget what I said you had to do after I fucked your tight little ass?”

I hadn’t and did my best to look concerned. “I hadn’t forgotten, I just thought because I didn’t resist or scream, maybe you’d let that slide.”

“As if.” He leered, moving closer to wrap his hand in my long hair. “A promise is a promise, so get busy and clean up the fucking mess you made of my wang!”

With the benefit of previous experience I knew ass-to-mouth wasn’t unpleasant, in fact it was a turn-on knowing I could do what so many others would find disgusting, so I locked my eyes on his and opened wide. He shuffled forward and placed his soiled glans on my tongue, allowing me to tongue-bathe it thoroughly before stuffing his soft cock in my mouth. My lips locked around him and I slowly worked over and around his shaft as he held my head up, moaning in appreciation.

My slow movements allowed me to clean him for several minutes until he pulled back and admired my handiwork. “Not bad cunt, not bad at all. I think that’s the best after-ass cleanup I’ve ever had.”

I was happy he was satisfied, but my bladder was demanding release. “That’s great but….do you think you could untie me please? I need to pee real bad.”

“Me too.” He agreed simply, moving around the bed releasing the ties. I stood unsteadily, trying to get some feeling back in my legs until the urge to pee became too strong. He followed me into the bathroom, grabbing my wrist as I went to sit on the toilet.

“In the bath cunt.” He snapped so I hurried to step in. “Lie back.” He instructed as he stepped into the other end, and I had an idea what was coming. “Now, piss!”

Despite my pressing need it was difficult to urinate with someone watching, but finally a few stuttering sprays preceded a desperately welcome release. He watched me intently, my golden pee pooling around his feet before disappearing down the drain while he stood with an easy grip on his cock. My eyes closed in relief before I felt warm piss spray across my tits and run down my stomach, my eyes blinking open as he raised his aim to my neck, and then my face. His need to pee matched mine as his stream grew stronger, arching across my face, my forehead, and saturating my hair. My first golden shower was a kinky delight as rivers of piss ran down my body until my skin glistened in the light. A salty aroma filled the room and still he kept showering me until a trembling cum rippled through my pussy.

When we finished he stepped into the shower and soaped his firm body before rinsing it clean, which looked somewhat bizarre as he was still wearing the balaclava. He stepped out a toweled dry, giving me an intense look. “Fun’s done cunt, give it fifteen minutes before you call the cops and I’ll know if you do it early. They won’t catch me, but I’ll be close enough to hear sirens and if I do I’m coming back to pay you another visit. This time I might bring some friends who’d have a great time with a hot slut like you.”

I returned his look with one of defiance, thrust my dripping tits out and put my hands on my hips. “Go get your cell.” I spat, seeing a wondering look on his face. “Go on, get it. I won’t move before you get back.”

He shrugged and walked out, coming back half-dressed with his phone. “Give it to me, please.”

He handed it over and I pretended to enter a new contact before handing it back. “I’m not calling the Police and I’ve put my number in. Next time you want to come over, give me a couple of days’ notice. I’ll arrange a sleepover for my son so we’ll have the house to ourselves.”

He whistled in surprise. “You are one crazy cunt but ok, I’ll give you a call.”

“You do that, and my name is Beth when you’re ready for another visit.”

“Ok butt-slut Beth, I’m outta here.” He turned and I waited until I heard the front door close, then moved into the shower to rinse the piss from my body and hair. I wondered if I should shower properly before realizing he would be back soon, at least I hoped he would be.

I went downstairs and poured a glass of wine, my sense of lust satisfied as I wondered how someone so young could fulfil my long-held desires so capably. The door opened and Kyle called out “Mom, I’m home!” and I rushed to meet him, throwing my arms around his neck as I kissed him passionately.

“That so amazing honey, thank you so much! Just…..incredible, unbelievable, and every other adjective you want to throw in. I am so happy, that was fucking awesome!”

He had the good grace to give me a sheepish grin. “You seemed to have a good time, but I wasn’t sure how you’d go with the shower.”

“It was so intense.” I gushed happily. “Kind of crazy but such a turn-on, I actually had a little cum when you pissed on me!”

We talked for some time, and I kept gushing about how convincing his character was until he stood and yawned. “I’m beat Mom so I’m going to bed, it must be late.”

I was feeling tired too, so I stood and turned off the light. “Me too. Don’t know if I can sleep because I’m still floating, but we’ll see!”

We went upstairs and he turned just past my door. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. Chris and Jim are coming over after lunch tomorrow. They think we’re going to watch football, I think you might tick that other box.” He grinned widely and went to his room, leaving me frozen in the hall.

I woke the next morning feeling refreshed and envigorated, my senses acutely receptive. I had a few minor aches and pains, particularly my nipples from the biting sting of the clips, but overall I was still in a state of post-euphoric bliss. My wonderful lover had exceeded my wildest expectations and I still had the day for more indulgent pleasure, it was going to be hard getting back to the regular grind tomorrow!

I stepped into the hall to see if Kyle was awake but his door was closed so I decided to shower and wash my hair, at least until I walked into my bathroom. It smelled rank, like an outdoor public toilet on a hot summer’s day, no question that was my first chore. I pulled out the cleaning kit and spent almost an hour scrubbing the bath, shower, tiles and vanity until they were spotless, finishing with plenty of air freshener until it smelled fresh and clean.

I stripped the bed and changed the linen, then found the carpet cleaner and scrubbed away the crusty cum from last night. Satisfied I’d taken care of everything I enjoyed a long hot shower, washing my hair before thoroughly cleaning my body. My pussy and butt were full of crusty cum but soon I felt as clean as the bathroom, so I dried my hair and put casual house clothes on.

Kyle poked his head in just as I was finishing. “Morning Mom. Man, I slept like a log. I reckon I would have slept through an earthquake!”

I walked over and gave him a long, tender kiss. “That makes two of us honey, I must have been really tired.” I winked.

“Any chance of breakfast? I’m so freaking hungry!”

“Well we can’t have that.” I laughed. “Let’s go and see what we’ve got.”

I cooked a huge breakfast while Kyle set the table and poured juice, and we ate hungrily until our bellies were full. I brewed coffee while Kyle had another juice.

“What time are your friends coming over honey?”

“Round one, the game starts at two.” He replied easily.

“Do I need to go the mall? Are we making lunch?”

“They’ll eat before they come over, maybe just some hot dogs, snacks and drinks?”

“Ok, I’ll need to make a quick trip to the mall, do you want to come?”

“Sure.” He surprisingly agreed. “Nothing better to do.”

“Great! That will help get me back faster, then I can get ready. I’m so looking forward to this but, are you really sure they won’t go to school tomorrow and start bragging they fucked your Mom?”

He leaned back and gave me a reassuring smile. “Relax Mom, I’ve got it covered.”

“Ok, if they’re coming at one we should get going.”

We hit the mall and didn’t waste time, picking up what we needed before Kyle suggested we get some beers. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” I questioned. “I’d hate to take a call from a mother angry her son came home drunk.”

“Just a couple of beers Mom, and I’ll make sure they don’t drink too much.”

“Oh WTF, ok. We’ll swing buy the liquor store.”

We got home and I unpacked the groceries while Kyle put the drinks in the fridge, then he walked behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back, grinding his groin against my butt. “Time you got ready.” He said simply.

“Sure, what do you want me to wear? I’ll have to have something on when your friends are dropped off, but I’m, guessing you’ll want me to change after their parents have gone.”

“Let’s go upstairs and I’ll pick something.”

He led the way and instructed me to strip, bending me forward over the bed while he went to the toy drawer. He found the plug and lube, dribbling a thick bead on the top of my butt crack before sliding the slippery fluid over and inside my tight entry.

“You need to be stretched before the fun starts, everyone rags Chris about the size of his cock.” He said before easing the bulbous head inside, my pussy already wet at the prospect of a cock larger than Kyle’s taking its place. I stayed motionless while he went through the wardrobe, finally picking a short wrap-around skirt and the spaghetti-strap top I had cut-down so it displayed the bottom of my tits. “This should get their attention, you can put something over it or change as soon as they’re here.”

“Ok honey, and good choice!” I grinned. There was no doubt jaws would drop when I walked in wearing an outfit that left so little to their imagination.

He left me to dress and I tried on my outfit, along with the obligatory heels, then I sat at the dresser and applied my makeup. My initial thought was to go for a truly slutty look but the boys’ parents were unlikely to approve so I toned it down. Besides, once the action started it would be messed-up in no time. Satisfied with my look I found a suitable dress that went over my revealing clothing and I was ready, in fact more than ready if my dribbling pussy was any guide. I went downstairs and found Kyle in the living room.

“Ready to rock?” He asked with a lascivious grin.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” I grinned back. “I can’t believe how wet I am!”

He walked over and slid a finger up my thigh until he reached my steaming cunt. “Yep, that’s what I call ready.”

“So, how’s this going to go?” I asked breathlessly.

“You can answer the door and show them in, then go wait in the kitchen. When they’re both here you can lose the dress, and I’ll call you to bring some drinks and we’ll take it from there.”

I nodded in agreement and sat to wait, trying to concentrate on the pre-game TV commentary while my body wanted something totally different. The doorbell rang and I opened it, seeing Chris and his father at the door. We exchanged the usual pleasantries before I showed Chris inside, heading to the kitchen to get a few things ready. Ten minutes later the bell chimed again and I went to greet Jim and his mother. After leading him in it was back to the kitchen to wait for Kyle’s summons, so nervous my legs were trembling until I sat on a stool.

I could hear the boys laughing and carrying on like regular teenagers, talking about the game and who was likely to win. I slid my dress off and fussed over a bowl of snacks, desperate for my nervous wait to end.

How would this go? I had no idea! Sure, they were horny teenage boys who’d jump at the chance to slide their virile cocks into a sweet teenage pussy, but would the thought of having sex with their friend’s mother turn them off and see them run for the door? It was the worst form of torture.

Finally Kyle called out. “Mom, can you bring some drinks please?”

“Coming right up honey!” I called back with a nervous tremor in my voice, standing with my body racked by tension as I picked up a tray and put three bottles of beer and the snacks on it, and walked in.

At first there was no reaction as they were watching the screen and chatting away, so I walked in front blocking their vision, sat the tray on the coffee table, and watched their jaws drop when they noticed my slutty appearance.

“What the fuck?” Chris gasped in amazement. “Oh shit, sorry Mrs Bailey. it’s just…..I gotta say that’s some outfit you’re wearing!”

I smiled down at him. “I wear what Kyle tells me to, in fact I do whatever he says as he’s the man of the house. And I do mean whatever.”

Jim gulped so loudly we heard it as his head snapped around to Kyle. “What’s going on bro? You know I always thought your mom was a hot MILF, but this is kinda weird!”

Kyle was the master of the pregnant pause as he opened a beer and took a long sip. “It’s like this. What Mom says is true and if you think she’s a hot MILF, you have no idea what a great fuck she is.” His enthusiastic praise had me blushing in delight. “She has a fantasy of fucking three guys, one in her mouth, one in her cunt, and one in her tight little ass. Bend over and show the guys Mom.” I faced the TV and bent forward so my tiny skirt rode up, then pulled my cheeks apart to display my plugged butt. “So, we can either watch the game, or fuck her until we can’t get it up anymore. What do you want to do?”

Jim gulped again. “Man, are you fucking serious? The three of us…..gang-banging your Mom?”

“That’s the plan.” He grinned. “Or would you rather watch the game?”

“Fuck that, I’m in!” He enthused as three pairs of eyes turned to Chris.

“I’m sure I’m fucking dreaming but I never want to wake up, count me in!”

“Ok.” Kyle grinned at me. “Give me your phones fellas. It’s nothing personal, but Mom and I agreed we won’t do this unless we were sure there’ll be no happy snaps or video to worry about. And it goes without saying if a word of this ever gets out I’ll hear about it, and I won’t care who couldn’t keep their trap shut, neither of you will ever be invited back, capiche?”

Two phones were handed over in a heartbeat with emphatic agreement to Kyle’s conditions.

“I’ll never breathe a word and that’s a promise!” Chris assured us.

“Me either!” Jim added.

My nerves were screaming but somehow I suppressed them and smiled. “Time you studs got naked and showed me what you’ve got.” I suggested as I knelt on the floor.

Clothes were thrown in all directions and I salivated looking at three muscular, toned bodies with impressive cocks growing rapidly. Chris’s cock was indeed larger than Kyle’s and must have been close to nine inches which had my pussy quivering in anticipation, while Jim’s was smaller but still impressive, this was going to be an unforgettable day!

They stood around me with Kyle in the centre, so I started jacking Chris and Jim before taking Kyle’s gorgeous fuck-meat in my mouth. I was deliriously happy as both my fantasies were going to be fulfilled in one weekend!

I moved from one to the other, a hard dripping cock in each hand and another between my lips, exploring different sizes and textures as I tried to give each boy equal tongue-time. Chris’s cock was exquisite, filling my mouth to the point I wished he would jam it into my throat and pump buckets of scalding cum into my stomach. Jim’s was unique as it twitched firmly every time my tongue grazed his glans, something I did often. Each drooled copious amounts or warm precum which spurred me to suck harder.

“This bitch gets off on dirty talk guys.” Kyle assured his friends. “So don’t be shy to tell her how she’s doing or what you want. Having fun cunt? How’s it feel having three hard cocks to play with?”

I allowed Jim’s rigid shaft to slip from my oral embrace. “It feels fucking fantastic honey, I’m going to have come up with a great way to thank you for this!”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something, now get your slut-mouth back to sucking and make it fucking good. Fellas, unless you’ve got a better idea I’m thinking we dump our first loads all over this whore’s face!”

I shivered at the prospect of three huge loads spraying over me and impaled my face on Jim’s shaft. I sucked him furiously with my tongue in constant motion, slithering over his shaft and wrapping around his dribbling purple head.

“Fucking hell, what a mouth!” He cried out. “Suck it bitch, suck it hard and deep and I’ll give you a fucking epic load.”

I was jacking Chris and Kyle firmly, my hands slick with greasy precum when Chris laughed heartily. “This slut sure is something and Kyle, I’m so fucking jealous you get to fuck her whenever you want!”

“Nothing like hot cunt on tap!” Kyle agreed.

“Shit, can’t hold back!” Jim cried out, his hands roughly gripping my head as he fucked my face. “Gonna……cum……any second!” He gasped before pulling back, jacking his rock-hard cock at blistering speed until I saw his piss-hole flare. His first spray rocked me back as he laid a thick stripe across my forehead, a second across my closed eyes, and another from cheek to cheek. I leaned forward and blinked my eyes open, parting my lips inviting him to pump some seed into my willing mouth. His next spurt just missed, leaving a trail on my upper lip, before he found the target and pumped the rest of his creamy juice into my mouth until it was dribbling down my chin.

He stumbled back to collapse on the couch so I attacked Chris’s impressively thick tool, desperate for another load. With one hand still jacking Kyle I devoured his friend, rocking forward to take his amazingly thick cockhead into my throat. I half-gagged the first time but that only made me more determined, so I took a deep breath and pushed forward again. After a few seconds I knew I could take him, but any self-congratulation was blown away by my desperate need.

My tongue was all over his shaft and my free hand hefted his balls, causing me to shiver when I felt their heavy weight. When he came, it was going to be a monster load!

“Un-fucking-believable!” He yelled. “This bitch is deep-throating me. I’ve never had anyone who could take it all!”

Kyle laughed. “Then show your appreciation by giving her a face-full!”

“No problem man, no fucking problem!” His large hands gripped my head as he fed me his cock so I held still, allowing him to fuck deep into my throat, before pulling back so I could snatch a quick breath. “Suck it cunt, keeping sucking it like that and I’m gonna cum so hard you’ll never wash it all off. Fucking epic head!”

My throat had stretched enough to take him, and allowing regular breaths made me comfortable I could take his throat-fucking for as long as he wanted, which wasn’t long. I felt his glans twitch in my throat so I gently massaged his balls.

“Yeah slut, fucking amazing mouth! Getting close now!” He cried out.

I was starting to think he was going to dump his load down my throat, a prospect that didn’t worry me in the slightest, when he stepped back to jack himself off and leered down at me. “Hope you like the color white you cock-sucker, ‘cause that’s what I’m gonna paint your face right…..about….. now!”

Again I leaned forward and opened my mouth and he didn’t disappoint, when he came it was like a fire hydrant! In seconds I had cum in my hair, on my eyebrows and running down my face. I had no idea when he last came but he had so much, dropping his aim to fill my mouth even more than Jim had. I held still and made no attempt to swallow, which would have been pointless as there was no way I could keep up, I simply allowed the excess to dribble down. My skimpy top was saturated and I savored the feeling of wet patches on my tits. When he was done he didn’t collapse as Jim had, he stayed on his feet in front of me.

“Open wide cunt, you should clean my cock before I fuck you again!” He sniggered and I swallowed quickly, still stroking Kyle’s hard cock.

Satisfied I’d given him a thorough cleaning Chris stepped back, which left Kyle to go in the first round. Surprisingly he didn’t feed me his cock, but lifted me to my feet. “Lose the clothes but keep the heels bitch, you’re a fucking mess!” He snapped.

As I was the only one who wasn’t naked I hurriedly slid the cum-covered top off before unwrapping my tiny skirt and tossing it across the floor. “Bend forward and put your hands on the coffee table cunt.”

I moved into place and watched him take a sip of beer before he walked behind me. His hand pawed my butt before gripping the plug, twisting it as he pulled it free. “If you’re gonna take Chris’s monster I’d better loosen you up first.”

“Oh yes please!” I gasped in delight.

Jim and Chris were still recovering and hurried round to watch as Kyle slid his slick glans up and down my butt-crack, lubing my puckered rosebud. The game had started but nobody was watching and I was excited being the center of attention. He pushed forward until his purple head slid inside, giving me time to stretch and get ready to take the rest of his hard rod.

“Sweet Jesus.” Jim said softly. “The only place I’ve seen anal is in porn, and now I’m watching it for real! Hey Chris, you ever had your boner up a chick’s ass?”

“Only once Bro, and she screamed so hard you’d have thought I’d split her in half. Needless to say I backed out in a hurry ‘cause I thought someone would call the cops!”

Kyle started fucking me gently while his friends watched my butt-hole stretch out as he pulled back and fold in when he pushed forward. “Chris, if you want a piece of this ass, I don’t see you having that problem today.” He laughed loudly.

“Epic, fucking epic.” Chris breathed heavily.

“Get ‘em hard boys.” I added huskily. “I love a hard cock in my butt so someone better be ready when Kyle’s shot his load!”

Kyle seemed to enjoy performing for an audience as much as I did and increased the tempo, pushing deeper with every thrust until his loaded balls slapped against my wet cunt.

“Oh God.” I groaned. “That feels so good baby, give me a great butt-fuck, I need it so bad!”

“No problem cunt, no problem at all.” He replied. “Who wants this hole next?”

Chris was the first to speak, or laugh more accurately. “I’m up.” He chuckled. “I swore I’d never go sloppy-seconds and now I’m tapping your shoulder saying hurry the fuck up!”

“Just don’t wear that sweet ass out.” Jim chimed in. “I’ll go super-sloppy thirds!”

I glanced around and saw both boys casually stroking their cocks, which were close to hard already! I closed my eyes and focused on my son’s perfect fucking. This was so wrong in more ways than I could count and I didn’t give a fuck, I was made to be treated like this and it was perfect. I was Kyle’s slut, his cum-bucket to fuck whenever and however he wanted, and every time he seemed to read me better, knowing just how to push the right buttons. He could piss on me, slap me around and share me with his friends and I would take whatever he gave me.

My ass had completely relaxed and he was fucking me easily, his hard cock driving deep in my back door and greasing the way with his pre-cum. His hands gripped my cheeks and wrenched them apart, giving his friends an even better view of our hedonistic behavior. My body was on fire, my breathing heavy as tiny sparks coursed through me.

“So good baby, so fucking good, getting close now.” I breathed heavily, every ridge and bump on his shaft triggering my senses until I shook as cum gushed from my quivering cunt. He kept fucking me and I kept coming, my juices forming a growing pool on the floor.

I sensed his cock grow thicker before he grabbed my hair and pulled me back hard, impaling me even deeper. “First load coming butt-slut!” He growled as his cock sprayed long and hard, unleashing a torrent of sweet fuck juice deep in my thoroughly stretched butt. That sent me over the edge and jizz exploded from my empty cunt. The wonderful scent of lustful fucking wafted up so I sucked it deep into my lungs as his cock slowly softened.

He pulled back and walked over for another sip of beer as I stayed bent over the coffee table with cum oozing from both holes. “Jim, lie down on the floor.” Kyle told his friend who hurried into position. “Now whore, straddle him and slide his cock in your cunt.” Was this when I finally fulfilled my fantasy? My God, I hoped so and knelt over Jim, stuffing his impressive cock deep into my waiting pussy. “Ok Chris, you know where you’re going.”

“Betcha fucking life buddy!” Chris replied happily, kneeling behind me and sliding his cock-head over my still gaping butt before he eased his massive head inside.

“God, it’s fucking huge!” I gasped. “Take it easy big boy, ok? Work it in there nice and easy because I need to stretch to take you both.”

He gave my butt a playful slap. “Too easy, but I’m not pulling out until I’ve shot my load!”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I breathlessly assured him, feeling him pull back a fraction before driving forward and forcing another inch inside. The feeling was so intense it was impossible to describe, I had a sizeable cock in my cunt and an even larger one working deep into my butt. Jim’s cock was stretching my pussy which made my ass feel incredibly tight, but I had wanted this for so long I wasn’t going to be denied. I breathed deeply, willing my body to relax while Chris continued thrusting. I was lucky he was a considerate lover as he patiently worked with me, feeling my hole open slowly allowing more of his cock inside.

Jim groaned below me. “Man, this feel so weird. I can actually feel your cock working in there!”

“I know.” Chris agreed. “We’ve both got decent wangs, I can’t believe a tiny bitch like this can take us both!”

In the meantime Kyle had moved and was standing in front of me. “Guess what happens next slut?”

“I get to….clean your cock….with my mouth.” I managed to stammer in time with Chris’s forceful thrusts.

“And you get a gold star.” He sneered, driving his soiled cock past my lips where my willful tongue started cleaning him.

“Ass to mouth?” Jim gasped looking up in shock. “I thought that only happened in porn? Nobody does that for real, I mean, there’s gotta be little bits of shit on it!”

“There is, and this slut does it.” Kyle replied with a knowing grin.

“Well, fuck meeeeee.” Jim groaned.

“Chris, how you going back there buddy?” Kyle asked.

“Bout halfway man.” He replied. Halfway? I couldn’t believe it as my butt already felt fuller than ever before.

“Keep going.” Kyle told him. “This whore isn’t gonna complain with a mouthful of butt-fuck cock.”

“Ain’t that the truth!” Chris laughed, driving another inch into my stuffed ass.

Finally Chris announced I’d taken his full length, something I already knew when his balls slapped my thighs. I was helpless, unable to move impaled on two rigid teenage cocks, but nature took its course and Jim started thrusting which Chris picked-up on, matching his friend’s movements as they fucked me in time.

I was in heaven with Kyle’s semi-hard cock in my mouth, Jim’s long shaft in my cunt and Chris’s monster deep in my ass. I had never been so thoroughly used and would have been happy if time really did stand still.

“Enjoying yourself slut?” Kyle read my mind and cupped my chin to lift my head. As I couldn’t speak I moaned loudly and gave him a lascivious wink. This was way beyond enjoyable.

Jim and Chris had a steady rhythm going and were fucking me senseless, two cocks driving in and out in perfect harmony. A stream of drool slid from my mouth and dripped down onto Jim’s face, something I should apologise for later though I doubted he’d worry too much. My stifled grunts teased Kyle’s cock every time Chris hit bottom, literally, as I doubted I could take a half-inch more.

I didn’t know how much more I could take as my senses were overloaded, not that I had any choice as I would continue to be fucked until I had taken two strong loads, and a third was likely as Kyle’s cock grew harder in my slutty mouth.

Chris was the first to lose control. “Fuck! CUMMIIINNNGGGG!” He cried out as rivers of cum pumped deep inside my clenching butt.

“Ahh Shit!” Jim groaned. “Me too!” His cock grew fatter and suddenly he was gushing cum into my slippery cunt while Chris continued shooting.

My body succumbed and took me over the edge, flooding my already full pussy as I bathed Jim’s pulsing cock.

I had been thoroughly fucked and just wanted to collapse, but Kyle was fucking my face with ruthless determination, seemingly spurred on by his friend’s release.

“Yeah. Oh yeah! Swallow this bitch!” He bellowed as he shot a solid wad into my mouth. I kept sucking and swallowing, desperate to have his soothing cream pour down my throat and quench my burning thirst. Streams of cum threatened to overwhelm me as I struggled to keep up, but somehow I did until his pumping cock stuttered and finally stopped.

A period of silence followed as we savored the bliss of our hedonistic behavior and our bodies sought a level of normality. The cocks in my ass, cunt and mouth softened to the whispers of deep breathing, until Chris slipped free before Jim followed, leaving me reamed and creamed.

Kyle pulled free and disappeared from sight, and I found the strength to lift my body off Jim’s and roll over to lie flat on the floor. My first triple-fuck had exceeded my wildest dreams and a satisfied grin assured my teenage lovers it had been brilliant, not that they were looking in their current state! I have no idea how much time passed and it was irrelevant anyway, the peace only broken by the TV commentary on the forgotten game.

Jim was the first to find his voice. “Man, that was the best fuck ever.” He groaned. “Kyle, I am so fucking jealous buddy, you Mom is so freaking hot!”

“Too true man.” Chris agreed. “I’ll never look at my Mom the same way after that, wishing she was like yours!”

Kyle laughed heartily. “No regrets about handing over your phones now guys?” To which he received positive replies. “Take a breather and let’s see what’s happening in the game. If you can get it up again, no reason why you can’t take another shot.”

“No fucking problem.” Jim breathed heavily. “I want a piece of that smokin’-hot ass and I don’t care who’s been there before!”

I grinned in salacious anticipation, as I had been wondering if the boys were done after two massive cums each. My body tingled knowing the fun wasn’t over by a long shot! We took a half-hour break and the boys caught up with the game while I sat on the floor recovering, drinking plenty of fluid in an attempt to rehydrate. I drifted away, my mind luxuriating in blissful replays of how I’d been used until I sensed someone standing close.

Chris appeared in my vision with a beer in his hand, grinning down at me. “You are one amazing fuck, how about you clean your butt off my wang while Jimmy-boy sucks on a cup of concrete and hardens up?”

I grinned as he knelt down. “That’s what I’m here for stud, give me a mouthful of that butt-fucker!”

He pushed forward and my lips parted as my wicked tongue got to it. His cock may have been soft but was still impressively thick, leaving just enough room for my tongue to slide around his bulbous head and down his shaft. I took my time, paying oral homage to the instrument that had fucked me so capably, bathing, cleaning, caressing and sucking until I felt his shaft start growing. I sucked harder, flicking my tongue over his purple crown until he rewarded me with a satisfied groan.

“Jeesssuuusss, this bitch never quits. She’s sucking the skin off my cock!”

I felt someone lifting my legs and breaking my lip-lock on Chris’s cock until they lay over a pair of shoulders. “Hey Kyle, chuck me a cushion will ya?” Jim called out.

Firm hands burrowed under my butt, lifting it to slide the cushion under before Jim laughed loudly. “Man, this slut’s got cum leaking from every fuck-hole she’s got. Hope she can take another load in her hot little butt!”

“One way to find out.” Kyle chuckled simply as Jim’s recovering cock slid over my back door.

After Chris’s monster had fucked deep in my butt taking Jim wouldn’t be a problem, and so it proved when he pushed forward and slid all the way in.

“Oh God, I love having my ass stuffed with cock!” I managed to groan.

“I think we get that.” Jim laughed as he started fucking my loose, slippery hole while my open mouth welcomed Chris’s cock back.

Having given me two wonderful loads each both boys had remarkable staying power, fucking me steadily until I was shivering through one orgasm after another. I have no idea how I managed to keep Chris’s cock locked between my lips, as Jim was steadily fucking my ravaged ass with a cock as hard as if it was his first of the day. Kyle told me later my eyes were closed with a blissful expression on my face, though I have no idea how he saw that with a thick cock fucking my mouth.

I heard Jim groan before he shot his load deep in my soiled butt, then Chris gasped he was cumming before spraying a steady stream into my waiting mouth. I did my best to suck Chris clean but I was done, collapsing on the floor so comprehensively fucked I wasn’t sure I could stand, and if anyone had another load for me it would have been like fucking a blow-up doll. Kyle had exceeded my wildest dreams and I looked forward to showing my gratitude, just not today!

I lay there for some time and heard Kyle suggest the boys have a quick shower and get dressed before their parents arrived. He slid my heels off, helped me stand and took me up to my bathroom, turned on the taps and pushed me under the soothing spray. The warm water partially invigorated me, at least to the point I felt I could stay on my feet, so I washed the cum from my hair and spent some time cleaning copious amounts from my pussy and butt.

By the time I dried my hair, dressed and went back downstairs the game was over and the boys were sitting on the couch as if it was a typical Sunday afternoon get-together. I made a strong coffee and drained it in minutes, deciding I needed a second hit of caffeine to prevent me going to sleep as soon as I sat down.

Chris walked over and gave a tender kiss, his eyes gleaming. “Mrs Bailey, you are so amazing I doubt I’ll ever meet a girl like you, but that won’t stop me looking, ‘cause if she’s out there I gotta find her! I’ll always remember today, and I’ll never say a word and that’s a promise.” He laughed heartily. “Hell, nobody would be believe me anyway, they’d just say I was full of shit!”

Jim followed him over and took my hand. “You are the hottest woman I’ve ever met and my lips are sealed too. I don’t know if this was one-time thing, but if you ever decide to do this again Kyle has my number, and I’ll be over before he hits the end-call button!” He turned to face Kyle. “And I’ll tell you to your face, I’m so fucking jealous I hate your guts!” He grinned.

Kyle sat back and smiled at his friends. “It’s been kinda wild but fuck, what a day! Hey, who won the game?”

“Who gives a shit?” Chris laughed as the doorbell rang.

I was still blushing at their effusive praise as I opened to door to see both boys’ parents standing there. They thanked me again before walking down the drive and finally Kyle and I were alone.

I poured two glasses of wine and collapsed onto the couch. “I am so totally fucked I don’t think I can move.” I groaned.

Kyle was still grinning. “So, how was your first triple Mom?”

I smiled, put my glass down, and found the energy to kneel with my hands behind my back in a gesture of complete submission.

“There are no words honey, nothing can describe how good this has been and how happy I am. I love you and I am yours, you own me completely, my body belongs to you. Now you really know you can fuck me however you want, or tell me who to fuck. We have done so much I’m not sure how much further we can go, but I’ll never forget this weekend and I hope you can think of other things we can try.”

He sat back and smiled. “We ticked a few boxes but I do have some thoughts. I think we need to expand your collection of toys, and do you think we’d have the money to turn one of the spare rooms into dungeon?”

My eyes flared and my mind raced at the possibilities. “If you can come up with a cost estimate I’ll find a way to make it happen honey!”

“Cool, and I think we should get a dog. A big, male dog.”

THE END

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