xxx-She Made Me Fuck My Son!

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By Lauren McAllister

It was the very best of times. Like getting out, after a long stay in rehab, and having that first drink! My anything-but-prodigal son was returning to the humble nest (and I do mean humble) for the entire spring holidays. Jacob had been industriously toiling away at college for almost six months. This was his first year at Berkley and I missed him more than that vibrator I shorted out in the bathtub. Since his father had scampered off with some big-titted pancake waitress and become a spinning instructor in Aspen (theoretically to work off all those free pancakes he’d been eating), we had become very close. Of course, in the microscopic two bedroom apartment I was forced to move into, I was very close to just about everything. If I took a deep breath, my ribcage would touch both walls.

Since Jake had been off enlarging his brain to the size of a Chevron 76 sign, I’d gotten into the kind of habits that a person gets into when they live alone. Walking naked around the apartment, farting at will, bathing on a “need to do” basis and having prolonged wank sessions in my living room. I had developed a whole sophisticated, bordering on Daedalean, autoerotic ritual in his absence. A glass of wine, some porn I’d downloaded from the internet on my flatscreen and a pair of indefatigable fingers between my legs. I’d watch some amateur cuckold encounters or a few threesome videos and slowly sip my wine. That left my good hand free to play with my tits through the first few venereal vignettes. After my tender nipples had received a thorough and exhaustive mauling, I would slide on down to my buttery mound. Perhaps a top up on the wine before really digging into the job at hand.

Now, it was time for some spit-roasting or double penetrations while I brought myself slowly, but deliberately to my first orgasm. I so enjoyed wanking that I didn’t want it to be over too quickly. The more anxious I got for the cum monkeys to start screaming between my legs, the slower I tried to go. Of course, at some point, you just lose all sense and reason and start beating on your clit like it’s your pancake-waitress-loving husband’s nutsack. By this point, the wine has been placed safely on a side table and my ring finger is up my ass as far as I can shove it before I explode. Then it is gloriously upon me. My spine tingles, my legs tense and my little twat hole clenches. I can feel my sphincter start to squeeze my knuckle and Bam!, this massive tsunami of sexual pleasure practically knocks me off the couch. All that waiting and holding back makes me feel like I’ve been love-punched in the cunt by Wladamir Klitschko. Good, holy God! My upper body is violently jerked forward over and over by these devastating contractions exploding like Firestone tires from clit to tits.

Then, I just lie there for a much-needed recuperative minute or so with my hand dripping in my snatch honey. After that, I right myself and have a couple more of sips of wine. The soothing warmth of the silky red liquid as it trickles down my throat gets me more than sufficiently primed for another round of spirited self-abuse. This goes on till I run out of videos or pass out from the merlot. Not exactly a roll in the sack with Brad Pitt but it gave me something to look forward to during the long dreary day.

That all changed, obviously, when Jake returned home and brought his new girlfriend with him. She must have been a relatively new girlfriend because, that whole first week, they fucked up a Jovian storm. It felt a little icky masturbating to the sound of them “going at it” but what choice did I have? Between the two of them, I was never alone long enough to whap out a ripe one and their grunts, moans, and mattress murdering more than hid the sound of my own pathetic DIY sex acts.

Not that I blame Jake for dipping his candle (even though the walls in my apartment are about the thickness of service station toilet paper). Sandra was an absolute stunner. He had really scored himself a honey. She had a pair of tits that even had me tingling a little between the legs (Okay I’ll admit it; there was a generous helping of girl-on-girl videos in my wine and wank catalog). Besides her eye-popping bodily appurtenances, Sandy was also a sweet, sweet person. I was loving her company during the day, as much as my son was loving her company at night. She was always ready to lend a hand in my micro-dot of a kitchen. I really appreciated the help but I was feeling really guilty about how much I was enjoying my arm brushing up against her bodacious funbags while we were cooking (not that I tried to avoid it).

By the third night, I was maniacally masturbating to the sound of Sandy’s moans and imagining that it was me causing them. Our kitchen collisions became more and more frequent. I had also begun to give her little pecks on the lips to thank her for helping out around the hovel. My unnuanced and totally inappropriate actions were quickly becoming the makings of a farce. I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off my adorable little houseguest (hugs, quick shoulder massages, any excuse to touch that magnificent body).

One morning (Jake was still asleep) Sandy was bent over, looking in the oven. She had this really short dress on and no underwear. The sight of her pert posterior must have short circuited my cerebral cortex because I unforgivably grabbed me a big handful of it.

“Boy,” I sighed, giving it a good jiggle “I wish I had a nice ass like this one again.”

Unimaginably, Sandra didn’t jump up and slap my face. In fact, she continued to let me brazenly knead her magnificent cheeks until I finally had the decency to stop.

“Nonsense,” she smiled. “Pull down your pajamas and bend over.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I had my jammies down around my knees before you could blink. Sandy gave it a delicate couple of taps and then dragged her palm over my shamelessly goose-bumped flesh. Every touch was sending humungous electrical charges shooting up my vaginal canal and setting my brain on fire.

“This is in excellent shape. Reminds me a little of a cheerleader I had a thing with back in high school.” Then she gave it a playful slap (More please!). “We’d better stop shamelessly fondling each other and get his lordship’s breakfast ready. He’ll be out here any second looking for food.”

The rest of the day, I was completely obsessed. Why did she tell me about that cheerleader in high school? Was it merely an innocent compliment about my butt or was she trying to tell me that also she liked girls? And even if she was bi – what did that mean? Only a batshit crazy horndog would consider banging her own son’s girlfriend. I needed therapy…or maybe an entire troupe of Chippendale’s dancers.

The next morning (after a serious night of whapping to the memory of our mutual tush touching) I greeted her in my old pom pom outfit. Could I have been anymore fucking obvious (BLUSH!).

“Guess what I found just sitting in a drawer,” I lied. It was in a storage locker in the basement of my apartment building. I had to brave rats and spiders, going through box after box to find it. “And it still fits!” This was almost true. I’d spent a good part of my evening letting out the waistband, but only by an inch or two.

“Well, rah rah girl!”

I was just about to lift the front of my pleated skirt and give her a little suggestive cheer when…

“What the hell are you dressed up like that for?”

Shit! Jake had woken up early for once. I covertly pulled down on front of my uniform so I didn’t accidentally give him and eyeful of my just-shaved vag.

“Your mother and I were just goofing around,” Sandra replied, pulling out the frying pan. “Eggs?”

The rest of my day was spent in misery, frustration, and confusion. That night they didn’t have sex…which meant that I couldn’t have sex because they’d hear me. By the next morning, I could hardly get my jaw open, I was so horny. Perhaps a nice, long hot, wank-tastic shower would help calm me down.

I was wrapped in a towel and just about to whip into the bathroom before everyone woke up when Sandra tapped me on the shoulder. I practically jumped out of my unsatisfied skin.

“Sorry,” she giggled. “Listen, Jakey and I have to go out as soon as he wakes up. Would it be okay if I shared the shower with you?”

“Share?!” Why that was way better than, “Can I take a quick shower first?”

“Ah, sure,” I replied, trying to hide the fact that my vagina was veritably undulating at the prospect. “After all, we’re both girls.”

Once inside my little bathroom, I dropped my towel and she whipped her t-shirt off the most perfect body I had ever seen. It was nigh on impossible not to just stand their and gape with my tongue hanging out. I quickly turned to start the water on to stop me from being so rude. When we stepped into that tiny tub together, I almost threw up on her, I was so nervous. Needless to say, not touching each other’s naked sudsy bodies in such a confined space was about as likely as finding an unopened beer bottle at Charlie Sheen’s house. If I’d have been a guy, I would have had the end of my dick stuck up my nose. I was psychotically aroused.

After a particularly homoerotic collision of naughty bits during our cramped ablutions, she put her hand up between me legs and caressed the puffy outer lips of my swollen twat. “I think about you when your son is fucking me,” she sighed.

Instead of being shocked and horrified, this absolutely rocked my Sapphic socks.

“And I think about you when my son is fucking you,” I sighed back.

The next thing I knew, I had my hands halfway up her ass, she was all over my tits and we were necking to beat the band.

There was a knock at the door.

“Are you going to be long? I have to piss.”

Goddamn that stupid dipshit asshole!

“We’ll be out in a second sweetie,” Sandra called out. She turned to me.

“Listen, I’m going to leave our bedroom door open tonight. I want you to look in on us.”

“What?”

“Please, just do it. I so want to see you watching me get as I get fucked.”

“But…”

Sandra put her hand between my legs again and rubbed my clit up and down with her soapy finger. It was paralyzing. I almost went off like a stick of dykey dynamite. “If you do this for me tonight, maybe we can have a much longer shower tomorrow.”

Knock! Knock!

“We’re coming!” I yelled.

“Mom? Are you in there too?”

Shit!

“Your mother’s having a shower while I get ready for our outing. Now, shut up or I’ll make you go pee down in the flower beds.

Just like I was instructed, I crept out of my room about midnight. Their door was slightly ajar like she said it would be. Despite all my completely valid apprehensions about this exceedingly inadvisable course of action, I violated just about every rule of motherhood and decency and peered in.

“What are we waiting for?” an anxious Jacob asked.

“Nothing baby,” she cooed as she saw me in the doorway. “Now, you just lie back and let me taste that big hard cock of yours.”

I hadn’t seen Jakie’s penis since he was about 7. It had grown some. Talk about having severe mixed feelings! Sandra looked directly into my eyes as she slowly licked up the length of his shaft and then put the end of my son’s knob into her mouth. And she kept right on looking at me as she bobbed her head up and down on it. Jake was moaning (I felt a little like moaning myself.) as she slurped and sucked away on his joint.

No matter how inappropriate the whole scene was, I was mesmerized. By the time he’d climbed on top of her, I had my hand down my pajama bottoms. Sandra positioned herself on the mattress so she could watch me masturbating while Jacob slammed his fuck-stick into her. The looks and gasps that she gave off as he avidly pumped her – the way her legs rapped around his ass, trying to pull his dick as far inside her as possible – It was all too much. I came like a grenade went off in my cunt. I let out this gigantic fucking yelp and ended up doubled-over on the carpet with these massive spasms charging up from my pulsating pussy. I could hardly to breathe from the intensity of the torso contractions. I had girlie squirted everywhere and was lying in a puddle of my own cum juice. Very attractive. That’s when I heard a familiar voice.

“MOM!?”

YIKES!

“It’s okay baby. Let me handle everything,” I heard Sandra say. I was too afraid to look up and face my indescribably ignominy, so I just remained a big soggy blob on the carpet. “She’s just lonely. You don’t want her to be lonely, do you? She’s your mother.”

“She was watching us do it, for Christ Sakes!”

“Everything is fine. She just wants to watch. You like to watch people fucking. We do it all the time on the internet and in the dorm.”

“But…”

“Come in here Sharon,” I heard her say. I forced myself to look up.

“Come sit beside us on the bed,” she beckoned. What exactly was the plan here? She started to stroke Jake’s cock, probably to keep him from thinking clearly. “You can watch us all you want.”

I knew that the last thing I should be doing was walking in that room but I did it anyway.

“Why don’t you take off those pajamas. They’re all wet.”

Cripes! Now I was naked in front of my son. And vise versa of course.
I sat on the edge of the bed and Jakie and me just weirdly looked each other’s genitals as Sandra started to suck on him again. The lighting was such that you could see every minor detail of the prurient and slobbery proceedings. She teased his balls unmercifully while she pushed his cock further and further into the back of her throat. As freaked out as Jakie was, the incredible blowjob was calming him down immensely. Hey, he was my son, but he was still a guy.

“Watch how his delicious dick slides inside me,” Sandra smiled as she pulled my boy’s knob back and forth between her thoroughly engorged vulva. She was now lying on her back and spread wide. Jesus, what a delicate and stunning pussy she had. It was all I could do not to push Jacob aside and dive in there face-first. As the tip of his schlong vanished into her hungry opening, I felt a “touch me!” twinge ripple up from my cock cave. I was so aroused, I thought I might spontaneously combust. Sandy kept leaking out these deep lusty sighs but never took her eyes off me watching her. Jake was raised up on his arms, enabling me to ogle his glistening shaft thundering in and out of her tumescent twat. Her plump lips squished and stretched with each thrust and withdrawal. My right hand drifted nervously down between my legs.

“Don’t be afraid to play with yourself,” Sandy whispered sexily as she put her hand on my upper thigh.

I really didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I was all over myself in seconds. Jacob and Sandra were now both intently watching me whap my wallet while they fucked each other. I didn’t hold back. I was smacking my slit silly and the harder I wanked it, the harder they fucked.

Boom! My cunt clenched into a singularity. It felt like someone was shooting me repeatedly in the stomach with a gigantic cum-gun. The contractions were absolutely gut-ripping. My eyes were blurry, my twat was spraying the entire mattress and my clit felt like it had swollen to the size of a barstool.

By now, the loving couple was thrashing around and making noises like demented zoo monkeys. Jake suddenly pulled his doowanger out of Sandra’s bright red pussy and started whacking on it. Sandy quickly scooched down, just in time for him to empty a giant load into her mouth. She pumped on his nutsack with her hand to drain every last molecule of his seed out of him. When he’d dropped off her, she rose up and gave me a huge soul kiss, bathing my lips and tongue in my own son’s sperm. Shamefully, I just kept on kissing her and ingesting some of his semen in the process. This girl was pure evil – but I loved her for it.

Somehow, Sandra convinced me to lie down with them. I mean, I was still naked for crying out loud…we all were. And there we lay, disgraced and debased me on one side, Sandra on the other and a very nervous Jakie in the middle. My tits were pressed up against his arm but I kept my pudding cup well away from his thigh. Well, you have to draw the line somewhere.

Reaching over to hold my hand, Sandy started to nibble at his neck. They started into some major mouth maneuvers as my arm was pulled onto my son’s stomach. After a few seconds, I felt myself being very slowly pushed downwards. Initially, I tried to pull back but she dug her nails gently but meaningfully into the back of my hand so I stopped resisting and let her drag me to my incestuous shame.

Jake’s penis was semi-soft and slippery, still coated in Sandra’s sweet cunt honey. The feel of his cock in my hand was intoxicating. I squished it and rolled it around in my hand and caressed his dewy balls (With the encouragement of Sandy, of course.). Gradually, it began to grow in my palm. Its increasing hardness sent forbidden shivers throughout my entire body. I refused to even look at the horrible thing I was doing until I felt Sandra’s cheek touch the side of my chugging fist. She was sucking on the end of his knob, while I rosined up his shaft. Jakie just lay there – probably worrying that if he moved, I’d come to my you-don’t-jerk-off-your-own-son senses and hightail it out of the room. Alas, I did not. Sandy pulled my head towards her and I willingly went. She plucked his joint out of her mouth and rubbed it across my lips. The next thing I knew, I was bobbing up and down on his Johnson while Sandra licked his nuts and scrotum. I could taste her vaginal dew on his shaft and the residue salty cum leaking out of the tip. The multiple questionable flavors and the hardness of his dick and the Oedipal horror of my actions had set my undulating pussy on fire. I hadn’t been this turned on since I got spit-roasted by my math teacher and his wife in high school. We traded his cock back and forth, sometimes soul kissing each other with the head of his penis in both our mouths at once. Sandy also had her other hand busy twiddling my twat to keep me as hot as a pizza oven while all of this absolutely filthy and unforgivable fellatio was transpiring.

I lay on my back with my legs spread open, fully exposing every tiny detail of my genitals. The experience was stomach turning. Jakie had his big hard-on in his palm and was rubbing it up and down my vulva, and pressing the glans against my hole. It was obvious that neither of us wanted to do this foul thing but Sandra just kept egging us on. Telling us what to do. I watched in horror as the head disappeared inside me. He flopped down on top of me and stuck his tongue in my mouth. We kissed deeply, both trying to take our minds off the fact that inch by inch; his cock was pushing its way up my vaginal canal. When I had been penetrated right up to the hilt, he paused, not wanting to continue. I placed my put my fingers gently on his temple to comfort him.

“That’s all right baby, you can do this. Just start fucking me. As soon as you put your spunk inside me, we can stop.” I started to slowly grind my pussy up and back, encouraging him to start humping. “Play with my tits sweetie; they’ll help get you in the mood.”

Eventually, he started to wanly move his pelvis. I wrapped my legs around him and met his every thrust, moaning like he was giving me the balling of a lifetime. Jake rose up on his arms as his pud-pounding increase in intensity and enthusiasm. I glanced down and could see he cock pistoning in and out of me and his balls bouncing off the inside of my thighs. Yikes! The first per-cum twinges started to spark about my clit. We looked deep and apologetically into each other’s eyes as the climactic surges grew between our legs. I could feel my cunt clench around his swollen cock. Lord forgive me I was about to climax!

Jacob emitted an enormous grunt as his familial spew splurted out of him and drenched my inner most reaches. He was jamming me really hard now, pushing every microscopic glob of his mung inside me. This set off an orgasmic eruption that almost knocked my teeth out. I was practically ripped apart by spasms so powerful, I almost fainted. Thrashing and writhing about underneath him, I was simply too overcome by cum bombs exploding throughout my torso to care. I grabbed his ass and milked every last clitoral throb out of him, grinding my pussy against his now deflating member. When my body finally stopped quivering, the shame set back in big time.

Jacob went limp on top of me with his face buried in the pillow. I don’t think he could bear to look at me. Sandra began to stroke his back and then leaned over to kiss me full on the mouth.

“You were great,” she sighed. “I came three times just watching you two.”

Jakie and I just lay there nakedly awkward and feeling defiled and dirty for what seemed like forever before I fell asleep. Waking up in the morning and facing my inexplicable actions was positively horrific.

When Jake fucked me on the couch that afternoon, I didn’t want to cum (I just wanted lie there until the ordeal was over) but I did anyway. Wow, did I ever! Over the next few days, Sandra forced us to perform the most lewd and obscene actions imaginable. I actually preferred it when we were made to do it doggie style because then I didn’t have to look him straight in the eyes at the exact moment he was filling up my cunt up with his salty seed (and yes, I had tasted it many times by then). If I’d been very good that day, Sandra would let me eat her out while Jacob finished up his business in the back of me.

After every sexual encounter, we would just lie there in embarrassed silence waiting for Sandy to tell us what to do next. I mean, what do you say to your own son after he’s just finished cumming up your ass?

I can’t say that I was sorry to see them go back to school. I was so traumatized and sickened by the whole seedy, contemptible affair, it took me several weeks before I could even masturbate again.

I’m still in contact with Sandra (though I don’t talk to Jacob much anymore). I send her the odd naked picture of me on my phone. In fact, she texted me just the other day. She says she’s dying to meet my daughter when Debbie gets back from Europe next month.

Copyright 2014 Lauren McAllister

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