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    What Mom doesn't know

    Until I read stories on Literotica, I had no idea how many sons had fantasies...or sometimes realities...of having sex with their Mother. I mean, it is not really a conversation one has with their buddies. Imagine this:

    "Dude, you know who I would really like to fuck?"

    "Anyone who moves, I imagine."

    "True. But do you know who my most constant late night focus of my daily stroke-fest sessions?"

    "Beth, the head cheerleader?"

    "She's in the top five, no doubt."

    "Well, who would be number one then?"

    "Promise you won't judge?"

    "No."

    "Seriously, this is really embarrassing."

    "Fine, I promise not to ridicule you too bad."

    "My Mom."

    "That's not so bad. I was expecting Big Bertha or Old Woman Burgess. First, your Mom is ridiculously hot and second I have stroked about my Mom many times."

    "You have?"

    "Of course, and my Mom is nowhere as hot as your Mom."

    "So it doesn't make me a freak?"

    "Oh it makes you a freak all right. A perverted little freak. But hey, at our age, every guy is a perverted little freak. Christ, even Hamlet supposedly had a thing with his Mother."

    ......

    Anyway, the point is simple. The older I got the more obsessed I became with the thought of sleeping with my Mother. My fantasies shifted from cheerleaders and hot blondes to my forty-three year old blue-eyed, chestnut-brown-haired Mother.

    She didn't help any either. She was a real estate agent and always dressed-up in skirts and heels. Both of which had become fetishes of mine, probably because I grew up seeing them on the hottest woman I knew. I was a sixteen when I started giving my Mom foot massages after a day at work. She always kept on her stockings and my cock always rose when her stocking-clad legs were on my lap. She had to have known what it did to me, but she never let on and it never went any further then a son giving his Mother a gentle foot massage.

    She also knew she was still hot. She flirted with my friends and loved the compliments my friends threw at her. She was a MILF and she knew it, and she revelled in it. That said, I never thought I would have the chance to do more than just her feet...and then Halloween occurred.

    Every Halloween my parents got dressed up as a sweet couple and went to some big party. Every year you could see their excitement for the big day. Mom's creative juices always came alive for Halloween too. She always designed and made the costumes, often starting months in advance. I can't recall all the outfits but do remember a few: Bonnie and Clyde with Mom dressed as a very hot flapper girl (Mom looked stunning in fishnets and the cute bob haircut), Fred and Wilma Flintstone, which had my dick thinking Bam Bam all night (to this day I still have a photo of Mom as Wilma hidden under my bed for stroke sessions), her fifties theme icons, Marilyn Monroe and James Dean (which I also have a picture of hidden for play time), and last year she was Princess Leia while Dad was Luke Skywalker (that kept my light-sabre erect for months). This year they were going as Beauty and the b**st. As always, Mom refused to reveal her costume until Halloween Eve.

    Now I have always been a believer in destiny or fate. And it could only have been through destiny that the dominos would have fallen the way they did...giving me the perfect opportunity to fuck my Mother. First off, my Dad phoned at five o'clock to tell Mom that due to late bargaining (my Dad is a high powered mediator...the guy you hire to end long standing feuds), he wasn't going to make it home in time, although he might get in late enough to meet her at the party. Mom was furious, because this was a night she always looked forward to, and had put hours upon hours into making the costumes perfect. Although clearly mad at Dad, she still planned to go to the party.

    A couple of hours later, Mom came downstairs in her Belle costume. My cock was instantly stiff. I have always secretly thought Belle was the hottest cartoon character, in the same way I think Betty is easily the hottest Archie girl. But my Mom dressed as Belle, in the blue dress, her hair exactly the same and the darkest brown pantyhose I have seen, other than Hooter's waitresses, was the sexiest moment of my young life.

    I did what I always seemed to do when talking to Mom. I complimented her. "Wow, Mom, you could be the real life Belle. This is your best costume yet."

    "You think so?" she asked, smiling and posing rather seductively.

    "I know so. Dad would have loved it."

    My Mom's smile faded. "I can't believe he ditched me, for a transportation union of all things."

    "I'm sure he will make it back."

    She shrugged, gave me a kiss on the cheek, like she always did. And she was off.

    All the stars lined up perfectly. Even the fact I was home in the first place was a long string of fateful moments. Now usually I go out to a Halloween party as well, but truthfully just didn't feel like it. I had been dumped a couple of weeks before by my girlfriend of eight months, Pamela, and didn't really want to see her. So I was watching "Halloween" for the umpteenth time when the phone rang.

    "Is your Mom still home?" dad asked.

    "She left an hour ago," I replied.

    "Shit," he swore, "was she mad?"

    "Think PMS time cubed and you may be close," I warned.

    "Double shit," he cursed, "I tried her cell and she didn't answer."

    I walked over to the kitchen and saw it sitting in the charger. "She wouldn't. It is being charged."

    "Triple shit," he swore, knowing he was indeed in deep shit. After a pause, "Well, can you leave her a note? This is going to be an all-nighter."

    "Shit," I repeated, which got a nervous chuckle.

    Mom was sexy, and caring, but you never wanted to be on her bad side.

    "I better get her some flowers," he rationalized. I noticed an address on a pad of paper in my Mom's handwriting and assumed that was where she was headed.

    "Better be a whole garden. This year's costumes were her best yet."

    We said our goodbyes and I returned to watching TV. About ten minutes later, a light bulb in my head flickered. A few seconds later the light bulb shoned bright as the sun.

    I went upstairs into my parents' room. Lying on the bed was Dad's b**st costume.

    I put it on and was shocked at how comfortable the costume was. My Mom had thought of everything as it even had two battery-powered mini-fans in it to keep you cool. I also noticed that she had created a velcro opening at the privates, so you could rake a piss without completely taking off the costume. I looked in the mirror. No one would have a clue it was me. I was the same height as my father; I had the same blue eyes as my father; and I had the same voice as my father. I went downstairs, grabbed the address, jumped into Dad's Mercedes and drove to the party.

    I arrived at the party a few minutes after eleven and was met at the door by my Mom's best friend Gloria, dressed in a Snow White costume. Her face brightened when she saw me. In her usual giddy voice, she said, "Thank God, you are here Ted, Alexis is really mad at you."

    "I know," I acknowledged, "That's why I hightailed it here."

    "She's had a few glasses of wine and you know how she gets when she gets into her wine," she warned me.

    Thinking about the few times I have seen my Mom intoxicated, usually on New Year's Eve, I recall my Mom bring extra touchy feely and very flirty, even with me. The sexual innuendo isn't remotely subtle. I responded, vaguely, "Tell me about it."

    Gloria, another of my MILF stroke fantasies, took my hand and led me into her house and downstairs into her party room. There were a dozen people there, all people I recognized from many of my parents' gatherings. It also seemed to be a Disney Princess themed party. The dark skinned Elma, who worked in real estate with my Mom, was ridiculously hot, dressed as Mulan. Mom's assistant, the chunky, but very pretty Cassidy, was wearing a too-tight Cinderella costume, but the blonde wig really brought out her blue eyes and dimples. The wife of Dad's partner, a trophy wife twenty years younger than him, was dressed as Ariel with mermaid legs and everything. Her vibrant red hair and hypnotic green eyes stood out even more in her mermaid costume. My dick was so stiff I desperately wanted to give it attention. My Dad's best friend's wife, Katie, six months pregnant, was dressed as sleeping Beauty. She looked incredibly uncomfortable in the ill-fitting costume. Wearing the always hot Jasmine outfit was my Mom's old college roommate, the big-busted high school teacher, Ellie. Whenever Mom and her got together they were incredibly touchy feely and I had many stroke fantasies of them in college munching on each other's cunts. When they are together they talked like drunken sailors and hint at a time when they were really crazy. Right now, my Mom, still in her fucking hot Belle costume, was sitting on Ellie's lap and giggling drunkenly. Her face was flushed in the same way Pamela was when she was horny from me fingering, licking or fucking her pussy. I couldn't see Ellie's hand and I wondered hopefully that my sick imagination was right. Just then one more girl walked in from the bathroom. My mouth dropped. It was our locally famous weather girl Miranda Collington. Dressed as Jessica Rabbit, who I don't think is a Disney princess, but who the fuck cares. Dressed in black thigh highs and I think five inch pumps, I looked at her and was weak at the knees.

    Miranda had been local weather girl since she was eighteen, back in 1988. She was famous for her long legs which were always, and I mean always, in pantyhose, which was pretty common in the eighties, but was incredibly rare in 2011. Like my Mother, she was a constant focus of my stroke sessions. Distracted by the sight of Miranda, I barely noticed when Gloria announced my arrival. "Look who has graced us with his presence."

    Everyone looked up and I was greeted warmly. My Mom got off the gorgeous Ellie and staggered towards me. She fell into me and hugged me tight. She slurred slightly, "You made it, honey."

    Attempting to sound just like my Father, I replied slyly, "Baby, I never planned to miss this."

    She grabbed my hand and whispered into my ear, "You are soooooo lucky you showed up, Ellie has me so fucking horny."

    My cock flinched at hearing my MILF Mother talking so slutty and confirming a long held assumption and stroke fantasy. Pushing the envelope, I asked, "How did she get you so horny, honey?"

    Mom just shrugged.

    Stunned by Mom's forwardness, I asked, "So what is the plan now?"

    Before my Mom could answer, with so many nasty possibilities spinning in my head, Gloria announced, "Charades time."

    My Mom smiled and said, "I guess your blow-job will have to wait." She gave a quick subtle squeeze of my already stiff and eager cock and wiggled away. My Mom sat back with Ellie and padded the couch implying I should join her. I obeyed, like an obedient puppy dog, sitting beside my Mom, who was back on Ellie's lap. I hummed and hawed whether I should put my hand on my Mom's silk stocking legs. The decision was made for me a minute later when Mom grabbed my hand and put it on her nylon leg. I had touched and massaged her nylon feet many times, always fantasizing of my hands being on her thighs and now it was happening. I just sat back and enjoyed the moment.

    The game started and it was couples. I vaguely watched as the other couples acted things out. When it was our turn, Gloria called me up and handed me a card, I looked at it. Mine was a quote: 'two heads are better than one.' I was happy to get an easy one. As soon as my time began I went to work and Mom quickly got it right.

    My Mom slyly added, her tone dripping in sexual innuendo, "I always thought two, even three, heads were better than one." Everyone laughed and Mom winked at me. The wink and hearing my Mother use such innuendo, made me want her even more.

    Ellie got up to go to the washroom and I sat back down beside my Mommy princess and she repositioned herself in such a way that she was leaning on me at an angle that completely hid what she was about to do. She slipped her hand inside my costume and fished my cock out of my underwear. I thought I might come right then, but luckily I didn't.

    She gave me an odd look and said, "Interesting."

    I asked, suddenly nervous, "How so?"

    There was a long silence where my Mom seemed to space out before asking me, seemingly sincere, as she gave a solid how-do-you-do squeeze, "Did I get you that hard, Baby?"

    Without hesitation I confirmed, "It's all you Alexis."

    Her smile went wide and she began to slyly and unknowingly give her son a hand job. "Baby, your cock is so fucking hard."

    She kept her hand slowly playing with my cock until Ellie returned to the couch. Mom gave one last squeeze before whispering, "We aren't done here, baby."

    I tried to calm down, my head spinning from the fact Mom was just playing with my cock. The next few minutes I watched others play charades and, now more confident, put my hand back on my Mom's thigh. I moved my hand up and down, gently, the touch of her pantyhose covered legs the ultimate tease. The sensual tease continued until it was Mom's turn to act.

    As soon as she looked at the card she laughed and gave me a wink. This led to yet another twitch down below. As soon as the time began, she made the film symbol and fell to her knees and crawled towards me. It was incredibly erotic. Once she got to me, she stood up and started dirty dancing in front of me. I was so in awe of my Mom's naughty moves I forgot we were playing a game. Her ass ground on my lap and I whimpered in pleasure. Suddenly the answer was obvious and I shouted-moaned Dirty Dancing. She stood up, squeezed my cock with her hand slyly, and flirted, "I hope you are ready for some dirty fucking, baby."

    One of the guys high-fived me after that comment and Mom leaned into me and whispered, "Meet me in the upstairs bathroom in a couple of minutes."

    My MILF Mom walked away and I took a deep breath. If I wanted, I could fuck my Mom. The majority of me was screaming 'Go for it', while my conscience reminded me she was my Mother and drunk and unaware that I was not her husband. My cock-head doing the thinking for me, I felt myself standing up and heading to the bathroom.

    At the door, I took one last deep breathe, one last brief hesitation, before I knocked on the door. Mom immediately opened the door and pulled me in.

    She smiled, making her even more beautiful and dropped to get knees. I watched, frozen in shock, while she pulled my fully-erect cock out of my the very convenient Velcro opening and took it in her mouth.

    While I enjoyed the best blow-job of my young life, I pondered the obvious fact that Mom thought she was sucking her husband's cock. I tried to get my head wrapped around this stunning development, but it was very difficult with Mom's lips wrapped around my cock. Pamela never gave me head for more than a couple of minutes, so Mom's eager blow-job was amazing. I just watched from above as my beautiful Mom bobbed up and down on my cock, devouring my dick whole.

    After only a couple of minutes of constant deep-throat cocksucking, I could feel my balls bubbling, I warned, "I'm going to come soon."

    She took her luscious lips off my cock and smiled, "Do you want me to swallow it Baby or would you like to jerk off and shoot your cum on my face?"

    I couldn't believe the choice I was just given. I had come in a couple of girls' mouths, but had never had a chance to be a part of every guy's fantasy, the porn movie finale. I mumbled like a first time teenager, worried I could have given myself away, "Can I come on your face?"

    She smiled, "Tell me when you are close, Baby." She took my cock back in her mouth and bopped back and forth, even with more reckless abandon than before.

    She sucked my cock furiously fast, seemingly desperate to get me off. It didn't take long before my balls were boiling and I moaned, "I'm gonna come soon."

    She took my cock out and jerked me off with her left hand. Her nasty words both shocked me and led to my final vision, "Come on, Baby, shoot that hot cum of yours all over my slutty face. Come on me, Baby, coat my face with your hot cum." I spasmed, and shot a pretty large load all over my Mom's beautiful face. My cum landed on her hair, her forehead, her nose and her chin. Once I finished spraying her face, she took my cock back in her mouth. After a couple of minutes, my cock was still fully erect. She took my cock out of her mouth and smiled, while standing back up, "Fuck I love your cock, baby."

    I replied, shocking myself, "And I love your cocksucking lips."

    She said, "We better get back, Baby. But when I get you home you owe me a good tongue lashing."

    I stammered, "O-o-of course," while pushing my still erect cock into my costume.

    Mom asked, while trying to clean my cum from her face, "Still hard, honey. What has got into you? You're like your old 18-year-old self."

    Wanting to end this conversation before she caught on to what she had just did, I answered, "You bring out the best in me, Honey," and opened the door, leaving her to finish freshening up.

    Returning to the party, all eyes looked at me. I went and grabbed a drink from the bar and Ellie came up behind me and whispered, "Fuck Ted, I was so close to seducing your wife."

    "What?" I asked, confused by the proclamation.

    "I am going to fuck her again one day, Ted, that is a promise," she guaranteed, before walking away and going directly to my Mom.

    The next hour was excruciating. All I wanted to do was get home and hopefully fuck my Mom. Instead we played bobbing for Barbie parts and actually, believe it or not, attempted to do the Thriller dance as a group, which was either damn funny or ridiculously absurd, depending on how you looked at it.

    Finally, my Mom, who had ignored me for the rest of the night, came over to me all flirty and asked, "So big boy, are you ready to take me home?"

    I briefly flinched, as big boy was the name she called me when I was young. I stammered, "L-l-let's go."

    She winked at me and said, "I'll meet you at the car in five."

    She gave my still rigid cock a squeeze and went to say her goodbyes. I did my thirty-second byes and waited outside. Each second felt like an eternity as I waited for my Mom to come and be an unknowing accomplice to i****t.

    Finally, she arrived and instead of getting in the car, grabbed my hand-paw, and led me to the back-yard. As soon as we were in a secluded spot, she lay on the grass, lifted up her skirt and begged, "Get down here, Baby, I need to come so fucking bad and I want that expert tongue munching on my pussy." She pulled her pantyhose apart ripping them open to reveal she was not wearing underwear, and I was now staring at my Mom's cunt.

    Realizing this was probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I tried to make every fantasy I ever had come true. Instead of diving into her glistening shaved pussy, with a sexy trimmed patch above, even better than I ever thought it would look, I took off her heels and took her stocking-covered foot into my hand and began to give her one of my famous foot massages. After I started doing it, I worried she would realize it was her son and not her husband.

    She moaned, "Oh Baby, that is so nice."

    Instead of talking, I lifted my head off just enough so I could take her stocking-clad toes in my mouth. Something I had fantasized doing to my Mother so many times.

    "Oh my Baby, that feels so fucking good," my Mom purred, her breathing changing slightly.

    I spent a few minutes kissing, licking, nibbling and massaging my mother's perfect silk-covered feet before I slowly moved up her leg, my tongue moving up, ever so softly, wanting this fantasy-come-true to never end. I reached her pussy, her scent giving away her excitement. My tongue grazed her clit and she involuntarily shook. She begged, "Please Baby, lick my cunt. I need to come so fucking bad."

    It took all my willpower to resist the temptation to bury my face in her pussy. Instead, I continued past her pussy and continued down her other leg.

    "Damn you, Baby, you are fucking driving me nuts," she whined.

    I smiled to myself and took her left foot in my hand and mouth. She moaned again and her begging turned to desperate pleading. "Please, that feels so good, you have got me sopping wet, baby. I need you so bad."

    No longer able to resist, I crawled between the legs of my beautiful Mother and buried my face in her pussy, as good as one could with a b**st head on. It was awkward, and slightly uncomfortable, but there was no way I was stopping licking the cunt I had fantasized for years. Her taste was heavenly and I used my abnormally wide tongue, something genetic I had got from my Father, and licked her puffy pussy lips. Her moans were loud and her body spasmed from my touch. Her juices flowed excessively like a constant stream. I sucked her clit into my mouth and she screamed, "Oh my God Baby, I fucking love your tongue. Shove your finger in, baby."

    I obliged her request slipping not one, but two fingers in her gaping cunt. As soon as my fingers were inside her beautifully tight cunt, she got overly animated, "Oh fuck, Baby, finger-fuck my box. Make me come all over your fingers."

    I pumped her pussy with two fingers while sucking and licking her clit. I felt her legs stiffen and knew her orgasm was imminent. I took my free hand and did something I saw on a porn movie last week. I slapped her clit with my hand. That was the final straw as she screamed "Yes, Baby, I'm coming, keep spanking your slut."

    Hearing her call herself my slut was surreally hot. I kept spanking and pumping till her orgasm finished its course. As soon as it had, she begged, "Fuck me Baby. Fuck me with that big hard cock of yours."

    It was like every fantasy I had ever had occurred in the same day. I quickly repositioned myself and slid my raging hard-on in her soaking wet cunt. It was heaven. Luckily, I had already come once or this would have been the shortest fantasy come true in history. She wrapped her stocking-clad legs around me and pulled me deeper inside her oasis of pleasure. I leaned forward and awkwardly kissed my Mother. She shoved her tongue in my mouth for a sloppy and passionate kiss. Getting aggressive, she surprised the shit out of me when she flipped me over onto my back and straddled me. She engulfed my cock and began riding me, leaning forward so her still very impressive breasts were in my face, barely covered by the thin costume. I desperately wanted to rip her shirt off and suck on them, like I had so many years ago, but my stupid costume prevented the fantasy from becoming reality. Instead, I watched mesmerized at my gorgeous Mother riding my cock with eager enthusiasm. A few minutes of hardcore bouncing and I knew I was going to come. I mumbled through the costume, "I'm gonna come soon, Mo...." I caught myself just in time and attempted a cover, getting aggressive, "Where does my slut want my cum?"

    I was surprised once again when she continued riding my cock and begged, "Come in me baby, fill my cunt with your hot seed."

    Such nasty talk was the final straw and I exploded my cum into my perfect slut Mother, a long-lived stroke fantasy coming true. She continued riding my cock, my cum coating her pussy walls. Finally spent, she got off my cock and took me back in her mouth, cleaning my cock with her amazing lips, something no other girl had ever done. After a couple of minutes, she quit cleansing my cock and collapsed beside me.

    She looked into my eyes, well my costume eyes, and complimented, "You have always been an amazing lover, but tonight was a new high."

    "You bring out the best in me," I slyly complimented.

    We lay there in silence for awhile before she suggested we head home. She left her vehicle at the party, as she was too drunk to drive and we went in my dad's Mercedes. Half way home, I felt Mom's hand on my leg and then fishing out my cock from my costume. I let out an involuntary moan when my cock, still hard, was released.

    I sped home, hoping to fuck my Mother one more time. For the remainder of the drive my Mother slowly stroked her son's cock.

    Once in the garage, Mom asked, "You're still hard, Baby, I can't remember the last time you could get it up twice, never mind three times."

    I replied, "It's your costume, Baby, it has brought out the a****l in me."

    She laughed, "Now you're being witty. What has gotten into you?"

    Feeling confident, "I don't know, but I know what wants to get into you."

    She giggled like a school-girl and purred, "You are such a bad boy."

    "The baddest," I confidently responded, getting out of the car and then going to the other side and picking up my Mother and carrying her in the house like the dominant man I currently felt. I carried her all the way to my parents' bedroom and tossed her onto the king-sized bed.

    My Mother, clearly very horny, a strange smug smile on her face, her voice syrupy sweet, "Do you want Mommy to suck your big cock, again?"

    I gasped. She knew it was me. I stammered, "W-w-what do you mean?"

    "Oh, Curtis, did you really think I couldn't tell the difference between my husband and son?" she asked, her voice still sexy, her hand reaching for my cock.

    I apologized, "I am so sorry, Mom. I didn't come to take advantage of you. I came because you looked so upset that Dad wasn't going to make it."

    Her smile never faded as she began stroking my hard as rock cock. "Baby, don't be sorry. I love your Dad, but he's gone so much, and even when he is home, he can never keep up with my sex drive. But you...."

    She took my cock into her mouth and, unlike last time, slowly sucked my cock. She made love to my cock with her mouth, slow and gentle. It lasted a few minutes before she took my cock out of her mouth. She asked, coyly, "Do you want to see Mommy's breasts?"

    "Y-y-yes," I stammered.

    She slowly, seductively, pulled her small costume over her head, releasing her still firm breasts. I stared in perverse awe at my Mom's perfect breasts. I was brought out of my sexual trance by my Mom attempting to take off my costume. "Well, son, don't just stand there. Let's get you out of that costume." Through some fumbling and stumbling, I was finally free from my secret identity and now only in my underwear in front of my Mom. Suddenly self-conscious, my confidence washed away with the costume off. My Mom, maybe sensing my insecurity, built me back up, "Has my baby boy been working out lately?"

    In one sentence, my confidence was back. I replied, attempting to be funny, "Yeah, trying to buff up for the ladies."

    She smiled, "Well, I know one lady you impressed." Her hands pulled off my underwear. She pulled me back onto the bed and onto our lips finally touched. Soft and tentative at first, the kissing became passionate and eager. Time stood still as we kissed like two horny teenagers. Without words we collapsed onto my parent's bed and ended up in my first ever sixty-nine. I was on my back my cock standing erect like a flagpole while my Mom straddled my face, her silk stocking-clad legs on each side of my head. Her glistening pussy lips were directly above me. I stared like one would a car crash, unable to look away.

    I felt my Mother's hand getting a grip of her son's cock and a few seconds later felt her mouth back on my cock, teasing my mushroom top. The slow rotating of her tongue around my cock was teasing heaven. I grabbed my Mother's firm ass and pulled her down, her pussy now in my face and began licking. I savoured each lick, her sweet juice as addicting as any d**g. As she got wetter, she began to get more aggressive on my cock. I lapped her juices like a man who had finally found water in a desert. I wanted to make Mommy come. I began to suck on her clit and pull it down and let it snap back. She took my cock out of her mouth and moaned, "Keep doing that Baby, Mommy loves that."

    She kept her hand on my cock, but as I repeated the clit pull, her moaning began to get very loud and she got animated. "Oh yes, Baby, your making Mommy feel so goooood," and "You are going to make Mommy come," and finally her moans so loud that I thought she may wake the neighbours, "Fuck Curtis I'm coming. My son is making me commmmmmmmmmmmmme."

    Her juices poured out of her pussy and onto my face and mouth. I continued lapping my Mom's pussy, eager to receive every last drop of her juice. As soon as her orgasm subsided, she turned around, straddled my cock and engulfed it completely. Are eyes met and she smiled, "Do you want to suck on Mommy's titties again, like you used to?"

    I moaned, her ass moving up and down on my cock, "Yes, Mommy."

    She leaned forward, dropping her left breast into my mouth. I sucked on my Mom's nipple and heard her moan from my touch. In this amazing position, my Mom fucked me forever. I moved from her left breast, to her right and back and forth while Mom continued to slowly milk my cock with her pussy. Somehow she tightened her cunt muscles around my cock, making it even tighter.

    She whispered, "I love fucking you, son. Your cock feels so good in my cunt. Do you like fucking Mommy?"

    I moaned, "I have wanted this forever, Mom. I have never felt such pleasure."

    My mom smiled, "You know this is just the beginning, Baby. We are going to do so many naughty things. What do you think of Miranda?"

    "She is the second hottest woman I know," I replied.

    "I better be the first," she teased, beginning to ride me faster.

    "Mom, you are perfection personified," I moaned.

    "Would you like to fuck Miranda?" my Mom asked.

    Surprised, I moaned, "Of course."

    "She and I have been playing on the side for years," my Mom revealed. "She is one amazing cunt muncher."

    "No way," I grunted, the revelation seemingly making my second greatest fantasy come true, not to mention the thought of my Mother as a lesbian was fucking hot.

    "Way," she joked, "and she loves young cock. She can go all night long. She is like the energizer bunny, she fucks all night long."

    "Oh my God," I moaned, "I can't believe it."

    Mom began bouncing on my cock taking it completely and said, "Believe it stud. She is my little sex kitten and she will eagerly be your plaything too. Now tell me when you are close Baby, I want to taste your sweet load."

    "Yes, Mommy," I moaned. Watching her ride me like a complete slut, her breasts bouncing in sweet unison, my balls began to bubble in a few minutes and I warned, "I'm gonna come soon, Mommy."

    Mom quickly got off and gobbled my cock whole, bobbing up and down clearly desperate to taste my seed. Her fast-paced bobbing was amazing and in less than a minute I was shooting my third load of the evening, the trifecta of coming: on her face, in her pussy and down her throat. Unlike most women, she swallowed my cum completely, and kept bobbing till long after the last drop had been extracted. Finally, she took my shrinking cock out of her mouth and collapsed beside me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.

    I whispered in her ear, "I love you, Mom."

    She turned around and looked into my eyes, "Curtis, I love you too." She kissed me again, sweet and gentle.

    She broke the kiss, looked back into my eyes and said, "I also love fucking you."

    I chuckled, "I love fucking you too, Mom."

    She let out a yawn and said, "Sorry Baby, you have fucked me to exhaustion. I need to crash. Will you stay in bed with me?"

    "Of course, Mom, I never want to let you go."

    She turned back around and I held her tight. In a couple of minutes I heard her soft snores and I too faded into darkness knowing that everything had changed.

    Have you ever woke up and let out a sigh as you realized you're vivid, enthralling experience was just a dream?

    As I attempted to open my weary eyes, that was the exact empty feeling that was rolling through me. My dream had felt so real. I dreamt I had fucked my Mother last night...twice. It was the most intoxicating real experience and the most alive I had ever felt, so realizing it was a dream was completely devastating. Many of my fantasies have been about fucking my ridiculously hot mother, so such dreams were not new, just how authentically real it felt was new. I had also woke up many times, all sticky after an all-too-real dream. It was then I was startled as the bed moved.

    My eyes went deer-in-the-headlights big as I slowly turned to my side to look directly into the eyes of my mother.

    "Good morning, lover," she smiled and leaned in and kissed me. My cock instantly woke up. Breaking the kiss, she teased, reaching down and grabbing my cock "It seems you are happy to see me."

    I stammered, both thrilled that it wasn't a dream, and at the same time nervous as what to do, "I-I-It really h-h-happened?"

    "Twice," she smiled, gently stroking my cock.

    "Wow," I blurted out, like a fool.

    "Wow indeed," she responded and disappeared under the sheets. A second later, I felt her lips wrapped around my cock. She slowly bobbed up and down, lavishing my cock with her saliva. I closed my eyes, still trying to process my good fortune and coming to grips with the reality that my mother, now sober, was sucking my cock. The slow blowjob lasted for a few minutes, as she seemed in no hurry to get me off. Disappointed, I felt her perfect cocksucking mouth leave my cock and she returned to face me.

    She smiled and asked, "Is my big boy ready to fuck his Mommy?"

    "Very much so," I responded, moving up and pushing my naked Mother onto her back.

    "Oooh, I love a man who can take control," she purred.

    I pulled her legs apart and buried my face in my Mom's cunt. I licked, probed and nibbled her sweet hole for a few minutes until her juices were flowing and she begged, "Please fuck me son. Shove that big cock of yours in Mommy's cunt."

    Feeling confident and sensing her need for submission, I asked her, "Who's my slut?"

    She didn't miss a beat, responding, "I'm your slut. Mommy is your little fuck-toy."

    I lifted her legs up high in the air, held them together pushed and ordered, "Beg me to fuck you."

    Her face flushed with excitement and horniness she begged like a slut, my slut, "Oh please son, shove that big hard cock in your Mommy. Shoot your cum deep inside your Mommy slut."

    Her nasty words were too much to resist any longer and, holding her ankles together, I easily slid my cock into her wet cunt.

    As soon as my cock filled her pussy, she began moaning, "Oh yes son, fuck me. Fuck Mommy hard."

    Using her legs to balance, I leaned in and rammed her cunt. Deciding I wasn't making love to her, but fucking her, I was relentless with my hard deep thrusts. I could feel my balls slap into her with each deep thrust and her moans escalated with each powerful stroke.

    She also got more animated as the hard pounding continued. "Oh god yes, Curtis, your cocks feels so good inside Mommy," and "Yes, son, harder, fuck me harder," and "Your cock fills Mommy up so good, baby," and "Pound me baby, pound Mommy's cunt," and finally "Oh my God, yes son, your making Mommy come, don't stop, baby, don't stop, fuuuuuuuck."

    I wish I could say I came at the same time she did, but my morning orgasms take time. I kept hammering away at my mother's soaking wet cunt throughout her orgasm. Once her orgasm had clearly finished coursing through her body, I pulled out and presented my cock, sticky, with her cum.

    She asked, all demure, "Does my son want his mother to suck his big hard cock?"

    I responded smugly, "A better question is does my Mom want to suck her son's cock that is coated with her cum?"

    She purred, reaching for my cock with her hand, "Hmmmmm, yummy."

    After a couple of strokes with her hand, she took my cock back in her mouth. Unlike the sweet and slow wake-up call, this time she bobbed up and down with purpose. Watching my hot Mom suck my cock with such reckless eagerness was the hottest sight ever and after only a few minutes I could feel my balls beginning to bubble.

    Like a gentleman, I warned, "I'm going to come soon, Mom."

    Her left hand, gripping my ass, slithered to the crack, and I was stunned when I felt her finger slide between my ass cheeks and stop at my rosebud. I was about to say something about that being a no touch zone when I felt her penetrate my ass. The violation was like an electric shock direct to my cock and I instantly felt my cum explode out of me and down my Mom's throat. She didn't slow down or remove the finger that was lodged in my ass until long after every drop of my cum had been extracted by her perfect cocksucking mouth. At the same time, she pulled out of my ass and took my cock out of her mouth, leaving me suddenly feeling empty.

    We both collapsed back onto my parent's bed. We both allowed silence to linger as we processed last night and this morning's debauchery.

    Finally, I broke the silence by attempting to see where this could go after today. "So, you and Miranda Collington?"

    Her eyes went wide as she asked, "How do you know about that?"

    "You pretty much offered her to me last night," I reminded her.

    "Oh," she sighed, "I vaguely remember that now."

    Pushing the envelope, I asked, "So is she the only one you play with?"

    "Yes," she replied, before adding as if giving an explanation, "she is impossible to resist."

    "I imagine," I joked, before trying to stir the pot, "What about Ellie?"

    "What about her?" my mother asked, rolling onto her side.

    "Well last night, when she thought I was Dad she gave me crap saying, "'Fuck Ted, I was so close to seducing your wife and promising she was going to fuck you again one day."

    My mother smiled as she said, clearly reminiscing about her past, "She did, did she?"

    "Yes, she made it sound like you two were lovers back in college," I explained, trying to get more out of her.

    My Mom gave a cautious laugh. "Curtis, Ellie and my history is very complicated."

    Taking a major risk, but a calculated one based on my assumptions, I moved my hand down to her cunt and asked, "Tell me, Mommy."

    She let out a sigh-moan and replied, "No, I can't."

    My finger slid inside her cunt as I explained, my tone implying a no-nonsense attitude, "I wasn't asking you to tell me, I was telling you to."

    Her face went red, and I instantly knew I was right. She was submissive. Mom weakly tried to resist the power shift, "Curtis, please don't."

    "Don't what, Mommy?" I asked, fingering her pussy slowly.

    "Don't make me your slut," she whimpered.

    "You don't want to be my slut?" I enquired, my finger stopping deep inside her wet box.

    Her breathing was getting heavier and she pleaded, "Curtis, I can't. I have resisted for so long."

    Suddenly confused, I asked, very curious, "Resisted what for so long?"

    "Being a slut," she moaned, as she moved her ass back and forth trying to fuck herself with my finger.

    "But you fuck Miranda," I pointed out.

    "Yes, but I am in charge in our relationship. She is my slut," my Mom explained.

    I pulled my finger out.

    Mom instantly pleaded, "Curtis, please don't stop, but it back in."

    I put my sticky finger to her lips. "Shhhhhh, Mother. I think I figured this out. You were Ellie's slut in college, but once you met Dad you broke away from your submissive lifestyle and attempted to be a good, faithful, heterosexual wife. I even bet Dad is not dominant in the bedroom and before I showed up last night, you were weakening to Ellie's sexual advances, weren't you?"

    "Yes," my Mom replied, flustered and frustrated, "Are you happy? I was Ellie's personal pleasure pet, her words, all four years of college. But once I met your dad, I quit cold turkey until a crazy weekend with Miranda in Vegas last year."

    I returned my hand to my Mom's wanton pussy and slid two fingers rather easily inside her drenched cunt. "So do you want to be Ellie's pleasure pet again?"

    "No," my Mom quickly answered.

    "Why?" I asked, beginning to pump her pussy with my fingers.

    "Because although we stayed great friends after we quit our odd relationship, she warned me back then that when I came back, which she was confident I would, she would own me completely."

    "What does such a declaration mean?" I asked.

    "I never submitted to find out, but she is a very demanding lover," my mother answered. Her slight smile implied she was reminiscing about a different time.

    "Is she strictly a lesbian?" I asked, reflecting on the fact that I had never seen her with a man, which is incredibly hard to believe for someone as hot and big breasted as Ellie.

    Mom, catching my real question, teased, "Does my son want to fuck my best friend?"

    "Well in a perfect world I would watch you two in some hot lesbian action and then I would join in."

    "All men are the same," she joked, pushing me playfully.

    "So is she a dyke?"

    "Not completely, but I have never seen her get to excited about any man. She just fucks them and leaves them. Actually she treats sex with men like a man," my Mother concluded.

    "Would she fuck me?" I asked bluntly.

    My Mom considered this before responding cautiously, "Probably, but it would come with strings attached."

    "Strings attached?" I asked.

    "Yes, she must always be in control. That is one of the reasons she doesn't keep men for long periods of time."

    "What would Ellie say if she knew what we did?" I asked, trying to understand their relationship better.

    "I don't know. But I am sure she would use it in some way to lure me back into her web of submission," Mom said, her eyes showing a trepidation I seldom saw in her confident persona. It made me very curious what kind of relationship the two of them used to have.

    Seeing my Mom's trepidation, I decided to let it go, even though I already knew I was going to go and see Ellie at school later today.

    Instead, I decide to focus on the sure thing Mom had mentioned last night. "So you and Miranda, hey?"

    Her face went red as she explained, "Well, I missed the woman's touch, but knew going back was way too dangerous for my marriage, so when a drunken Miranda hit on me three years ago at the same Halloween party, I gave in to the long burning temptation, although not that night. We ended up in Vegas one with both of us dressed up to tease, and after quite a few cocktails...one thing led to another and she was between my legs in the elevator. She is a nymphomaniac and extremely submissive. Luckily, somehow, Ellie does not know about our secret get-togethers."

    "And you think she will fuck me?" I asked.

    "She will devour you whole. She will literally fuck you to exhaustion," Mom promised. "And if you compliment her legs she will be yours instantly."

    "Can you set it up?" I asked.

    "Anything for my new fuck-toy," she smiled, getting out of bed. "But I need to get ready for work."

    I watched her disappear into her bathroom; I lay in my parent's bed, a variety of nasty upcoming fuck sessions still in my head like a porn movie.

    *****

    I was just arriving at Ellie's high school, my Alta Mater, when I received a text.

    It was from Mom.

    Meet me at 847 Wisconsin Drive NOW!!!

    I texted back.

    Why?

    My Mom's response:

    That is Miranda's house.

    Although I was dying to talk to Ellie, it would have to wait. I adjusted my erect cock that was stuck awkwardly in my pants and started the longest twenty-minute drive of my life. My mind spun and spun with the upcoming potential that I was going to get to fuck Miranda Collington, the pantyhose wearing dream girl of so many of my stroke sessions.

    I arrived at her house and Mom's car was in the driveway. I parked and was suddenly filled with anxiety. I took a few deep breaths and walked to the door. It was opened a moment later by Miranda dressed in a black skirt, matching pantyhose and a blue blouse. She looked like she was ready for work tonight.

    Her radiant smile greeted me. "Come on in, I have heard a lot about you."

    I walked in, still really nervous, and followed her into her living room. Mom was there and greeted me. "Hi, Curtis."

    Unsure what Mom had in mind, or what she may have told Miranda, I played it casual. "Hi, Mom."

    I sat on a lone chair as Mom explained, "I was just telling Miranda here that you were her biggest fan."

    I blushed.

    Miranda patted the open spot on the couch and asked, "Is that so?"

    I glanced at Mom who gave an affirmative nod and, nervously, like a virgin going to a prostitute, walked over to the couch.

    Sitting down, Miranda's hand went instantly to my leg, her voice dripping with seduction, "So tell Miranda, what do you like about me?"

    Her hand ever-so-slowly moving up my leg was a major distraction as I stammered, "Um-I-I-I grew up obsessed with your legs. I have a nylon fetish and you were one of the only women on the planet that always wore them."

    "Ah-um," my Mom pointed out.

    I smiled, "Well, other than my Mom, who is probably to blame for my fetish."

    "Do you want to touch my nylons?" Miranda asked.

    I nodded my head like some lovelorn boy.

    She grabbed my hand and placed it on her knee.

    "So your mother was telling me about your little charade last night," she began. "Don't just sit there stud, roam."

    My confidence, despite the surreal situation, began to grow and I slowly moved my hand up her leg.

    Her hand roamed too, landing directly on my cock. "Hmmm, nice. Your mother was not exaggerating."

    I let out an incontrollable moan. Trying to replicate her aggressiveness, I reached her pantyhose covered crotch. She explained, "Sorry, if I would have known I would be entertaining guests, I would have worn stockings...for easier access."

    I let out another moan. I looked at Mom, who was smiling perversely.

    There was a moment of silence, as we each had our hands on the other's private parts through our clothing.

    The silence was broken when Miranda said, "So, your mom told me that you really want to fuck me."

    I let out a shocked moan.

    "Is that true?" she asked, giving my cock a squeeze, as she leaned into me and bit my ear.

    Weakly, I replied, "Yes, ma'am."

    "Ma'am? Ma'am is for old people. Am I old?" she asked, pouting.

    I stammered, attempting to rectify any insult I unintentionally made, "No, sorry, you are one hot bitch."

    She burst out laughing, "From one extreme to another."

    I apologized again, seeing my fantasy come true beginning to fall apart. "Sorry, I...."

    I was thankfully shut up by her lips pressed against mine, as she kissed me hard. I felt her hands unbuttoning my jeans. Once my cock was released from it's cocoon, it sprang to life and I was surprised to feel a mouth wrap around it. I opened my eyes to see my mother sucking my cock in front of Miranda Collington.

    Miranda broke the kiss and watched the i****tuous act. "I never would have believed it," she acknowledged, standing up.

    I watched her unzip her skirt, mesmerized. She slowly allowed it to fall down her legs, showcasing her perfect legs in black pantyhose. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, as my mother just as slowly sucked my cock.

    The two working together had me in fits: a striptease by my fantasy older woman while my other fantasy woman, Mom, sucked my cock. It was completely enthralling.

    Soon Miranda was only in pantyhose and a bra. I noticed she was not wearing panties.

    Seeing me notice her lack of underwear, she smiled. "I haven't worn panties since I was a teenager."

    She slowly sauntered back to me, leaned in and asked, "Can you help me with this?"

    I reached behind her back and fumbled with her bra strap. After a few seconds of frustration, it popped open and her perky breasts were revealed to me. Instinctively, I leaned forward and took her large, erect nipple into my mouth.

    Her pantyhose-covered leg touching mine, her breast in my mouth and my Mom's slow but superb cocksucking were too much and I shot a load of my cum down my mother's throat.

    Miranda, seeing I had just come, said, "You better have a second load for me, stud."

    Mom got off her knees and got undressed herself. Once naked, except for stockings, she sat on the couch and took control. "Ok, enough of this silly foreplay. Miranda, let's get that pretty face of yours where it does its best work, between my legs."

    Miranda obeyed in a heartbeat and I watched in voyeuristic glee as Miranda Collington, the pantyhose wearing weather girl, crawled between Mom's stocking-clad legs and began licking her pussy.

    Mom continued in her drill sergeant role as she instructed, "And you, get behind her, rip open her pantyhose, and plug her cunt."

    Turned on by Mom's filthy mouth and watching my dream woman on her knees eating Mom's pussy, I quickly obeyed Mom's order.

    Kneeling behind Miranda Collington, I stared at her perfectly curved ass, worshipping her perfection.

    Mom joked, "Are you going to sit there and drool all day or are you going to fuck her?"

    I responded, trying to be witty, "Can't I do both?"

    "Touché," she moaned, Miranda obviously doing wonders with her tongue.

    I rubbed my hands over Miranda's pantyhose covered ass. Her pantyhose were the softest I had ever felt. I could have done this forever and been content, but I finally ripped her pantyhose apart to get access to her pussy.

    I surprised her and Mom, when instead of just burying my cock in her pussy, I laid on my back, crawled between her parted legs and attacked her pussy with my mouth.

    She let out a muffled moan when my lips touched her pussy lips. I couldn't believe how sweet she tasted and how wet she already was. Although awkward, I was determined to get her off with my tongue. I lapped at her wetness, slowly sliding my tongue between her pussy lips like I was painting them with a brush: long, wide, strokes, back and forth. I heard her breathing increase and decided to go for the kill. I reached up and took her swollen clit in my mouth and pulled down on it. She screamed into my Mom's pussy the moment I sucked her clit into my mouth. Knowing I had her close, I kept her clit in my mouth and pushed my face into her clit and pussy over and over again, literally fucking her with my face. Her moans increased and her legs buckled and her pussy crashed onto my face. She rubbed her cunt on my mouth, clearly desperate to release the orgasm building inside her. I just extended my tongue as best I could and tried to breathe as she literally fucked my face to orgasm. Knowing it was Miranda Collington riding my face was the second most exhilarating moment of my life, it would have been first if it hadn't been for what Mommy and I had done last night. Suddenly she bounced on my face a few times, my head bouncing off the floor with each bounce, and I was soon been cascaded with a downpour of her juice. The juice kept coming and coming, and I eagerly attempted to savour and retrieve every fucking delicious drop.

    Miranda finally crawled off me and collapsed to the floor. Her words filled me with a pride few men can ever have. "Holy fuck, that was the most intense orgasm of my life and I have had thousands of orgasms."

    Mom concurred. "I told you. Last night was the best sex if my life. You can see why I can't just stop like a good mother should."

    I revelled in the glow of such praise until my cock reminded me it still was raring to go. Suddenly brimming with a confidence I never had before, I flipped Miranda onto her side and slid my cock inside her from behind. From this angle she was so fucking tight, even after her orgasm.

    She moaned the minute my cock was buried in her and got animated, "Yes, fuck me big boy. Pound my tight pussy. Make me your slut."

    Her dirty mouth was both surprising, because she seemed so prim and proper on TV, and a major turn on.

    Having already come this morning with Mom and again with Mom's blow job twenty minutes ago, I was in for the long haul.

    I looked up at Mom, who was watching and playing with herself.

    Miranda's dirty mouth continued through the fucking. "Your big cock feels so fucking good in my hotbox," and "Hammer my cunt, drill me deeper," and "Fuck me in front of your mommy" and "Holy shit, Alexis, no wonder you can't resist him."

    I continued the deep hard thrusts, perspiration already dripping down my forehead, when she screamed, "Oh yes, I'm coming bad boy, I'm coming all over your beautiful cock."

    Her body spasmed like she was having an epileptic seizure as she ground her ass back on my cock taking all my stiff rod inside her.

    Once she was done her second orgasm, she pushed me on my back and straddled me. I watched in complete awe as my cock disappeared between her glistening pussy lips. Once all eight inches were gone, she began bouncing on my cock like a cowgirl riding a bull. She bounced up and down hard, determined to fill herself with my prick. I just lay back and watched her hot facial expressions and her breasts jiggling all over the place as she rode me. Making it even better, this hot mature woman did something with her cunt muscles that was so amazing. It was like she was milking my cock with her cunt. It was so intense and easily the most amazing pleasure I had ever felt while fucking someone.

    Suddenly she leaned forward, my cock staying lodged in her warmth, and she kissed me. At first it was gentle and sweet, but soon transitioned into a man and a woman becoming one. The whole time she slowly moved her ass up and down on my cock.

    She finally broke the kiss and said, ever-so-sweetly, completely opposite of her earlier nasty talk, "Come with me, baby. I want to feel your cum inside me as I come."

    She leaned forward and kissed me gently. The tender passion mixed with her still amazing tightness had my balls boiling. I reluctantly broke the sweet kiss and warned, "I'm going to come soon, Miranda."

    "Hold on, baby, I'm close too," she moaned. Her eyes bore into mine with a sweetness I couldn't explain. She then began the countdown.

    "10---9---8---7-not yet, baby--6---getting closer---5---I love your cock, baby---4---get ready---3---yes your cock fills me so completely---2---so close, baby, so close---1---yes, here it comes Baby, ready, set, come Curtis-the-Big-Cock-Mommy-Fucker, come inside me. Fill me with your hot cum."

    My balls were bubbling at five, but I held back using every last speck of resistance until she demanded I come. It was the most exhilarating orgasm of my life. It was like our bodies became one and our cum crashed together like waves off the Hawaiian coast.

    I let out a loud "Oh fucking God."

    She let out a similar "Fuck, fuck, yeeeeeees." She collapsed onto my chest and kissed me passionately as her orgasm spread through her. I could literally feel her body quiver on mine. It was so intimate; a feeling filled me I could not explain. I longed to just hold her.

    My Mother broke the intimate moment. "Well, that was fucking hot."

    The sex had gotten so intensely beautiful, that I forgot all about Mom even being there.

    Miranda looked up too and said, "I think I just found my date for Mark's wedding."

    I looked at her, confused.

    Mom attempted to fill me in. "Mark Appleton, Miranda's ex."

    Mark Appleton was the news anchor for the TV station Miranda worked for. "Oh," I said.

    Miranda explained, "The wedding is in three weeks and I have decided you will be my date."

    "I will?" I asked, trying to process the news.

    She took my still semi-erect cock in her hand and said, "and I won't take no for an answer."

    I stammered, not because I didn't want to, but more out of shock, "S-s-sure."

    She let go off my cock and stood up. "I would love to chat and play some more, but I need to get going to work."

    Thank God, I thought to myself, I needed time to recover.

    As Miranda got dressed, she continued, "Curtis, what is your cell number?"

    I gave it to her and she explained, "Curtis, I want to get to know you better over the next three weeks, we need to look like a couple at the wedding." Her skirt back on, she pulled me off the floor and explained, her hand back on my cock, "I will definitely make it worth your while."

    Her seductive smile and tone had me a complete bowl of jello. I tried to sound strong and manly. "Sure thing."

    She kissed me quickly and finished getting dressed. I too started getting dressed, as my mother said, "Bad news, Curtis."

    I turned to my Mom and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

    "Your Dad called a couple of hours ago. He will be home later tonight."

    "Oh," I replied, pondering how we would be able to keep up our little sexcapades.

    Mom stood up too, grabbing my cock through my pants. "So we will have to be more creative."

    "Whatever you say, Mom," I agreed, like a good son.

    "That is what I like to hear," she said, squeezing my cock one last time.

    We all finished getting dressed and said our goodbyes and as I was just getting ready to leave, Miranda gave me on last kiss and whispered in my ear, "I will text you later so you have my number. Any time you want me, just text me." She bit my ear and sauntered away.

    I adjusted my cock which somehow had grown again. I left the house and got to my car. I sat there for a few minutes attempting to process the craziness that was the last hour. I had fucked Miranda Collington! I had a date with Miranda Collington!

    Just as I went to drive away, my cell buzzed. I glanced at it.

    Miranda: U have my cell now. Anytime you need a place to warm up your cock, just give me a call.

    I smiled. I quickly texted back: How about now?

    I waited a minute and was rewarded by a text back.

    Miranda: U naughty boy. I will send you a special keepsake in a few seconds.

    A few seconds later another text came from her. It was jpg. I clicked on it and also shit myself. It was a picture of Miranda in white stockings and nothing else. Her legs spread open and her hand spreading was open her pussy lips.

    I was staring at it when I received another text.

    Miranda: I have hundreds of these, stud. I will send you on every day. P.S.This is one of my tamer ones.

    I gasped. I was in man heaven.

    I texted her back: OMG-you are perfection.

    She texted me back.

    Miranda: Play your cards right and you can fuck perfection any time you want.

    I decided not to respond and attempt to be aloof and strong. I drove home thinking if I died today I would die happy.

    As I drove home, my phone vibrated again, but I waited till I got home to check it.

    Once home, I checked the message, it was from Miranda.

    Miranda: I am still horny. U have five hours to recover. I expect you to meet me at 11 at the studio. If you want to watch the show live, come at 9.

    A second text came as I read this one.

    Miranda: Have you ever fucked someone in the ass?

    I gasped. I had tried on a couple times to convince my ex, Pamela, to try some backdoor play, but she wouldn't even remotely consider it. Now the woman I had fantasized over for years was implying I could fuck her ass.

    I decided I needed a long cold shower to calm down and a nap; I expected tonight might be a long one.

    Dad was home and greeted me as I ran inside. "Hey Curtis, how was last night?"

    I lied, "Uneventful."

    "Is she still mad at me?" he asked.

    I shrugged. "I don't think so, I covered for you pretty good."

    "Thanks son," he said, patting me on the back, "You always have my back."

    I held back a laugh, knowing that he didn't remotely catch on. With any luck, he never would.

    "I need to go take a nap, Dad, I have a late night date."

    He smiled, "Oh, to be young again."

    I went upstairs to my room and collapsed on my bed, wondering what tonight and the next three weeks would bring.


    The next three weeks were a whirlwind of sex.

    That night (after my crazy threesome with my Mom and my new older girlfriend), after a good nap to recover, I made it to the newscast half an hour early.

    Security wouldn't believe me so I had to text Miranda who came and pulled me inside, her tongue greeting me.

    She entwined her fingers with mine and led me into the studio where I was promptly introduced to her ex, Mark.

    "Mark, this is my new boyfriend, Curtis," she said, her arm hooked in mine.

    Mark looked at me with such disdain I was suddenly rather nervous. Ignoring me completely as a threat he turned to Miranda. "Isn't he a bit young for you?"

    "Isn't Brittany a little dumb for you?" she countered, sharply.

    "Whatever," he said, walking away.

    Her smile was big as she pulled me into her dressing room for a quick blow-job. As soon as the door was closed my fantasy jerk-off woman all these years was on her knees devouring my cock. Once she had swallowed my seed, she stood back up and kissed me sweetly, her tongue darting between my lips, the last remnants of my cum given back to me.

    I watched the show live, which was surprisingly boring and frantic, and once done I was face to face with Mark.

    "How old are you, k**?" he asked, sizing me up.

    "Eighteen."

    "You know she is just using you, right?"

    I shrugged. "Well, if that is true there could be worse things to be used for."

    He laughed awkwardly before threatening me. "I don't want to see you around here."

    Miranda showed up just as Mark poked me in the chest with his finger. Miranda joked, "Mark, you had your chance with me. Leave my boy alone."

    He sarcastically agreed, "Boy is the right word."

    Miranda shot back. "Be careful about your word choice, tiny. Curtis is a real man and unlike someone I won't mention can get it up more than once. On that note, Curtis let's see how many times you can get it up in one day. So far it is four if I recall."

    She grabbed my hand and pulled me along as I blushed like an embarrassed schoolboy. Once in her room she closed the door and tore of my clothes. "Curtis, I am so fucking horny. I want you in me now."

    Like a k** in a candy shop I grabbed at everything. I squeezed her ass, I cupped her breasts and I slid a finger inside my dream woman's wet pussy. Each action had her moaning like a porn star and gasping like she was down to her breath.

    Once on her couch, I dove between her legs and sampled her heavenly taste. On contact her moans increased and continued as I eagerly lapped her pussy. I don't know if I was that good or she was just that horny, maybe both, but she came hard only a couple of minutes in. As soon as she was done, she straddled my rock hard cock and bounced up and down on it. She easily devoured all eight inches with ease and I just watched, in complete awe, as my most common stroke fantasy, other than my Mother, rode me. She purred, "Do you like this, Curtis?"

    "Fuck yes," I moaned.

    "I love your quick recovery time, stud," she moaned.

    Acting studly, my confidence brimming, I replied, "I can go all night."

    She smiled, "Don't make promises you can't keep. I have just hit my sexual prime and I crave cock constantly."

    My balls bubbling from the reality that Miranda Collington was my girlfriend and was riding my cock with reckless abandon, I grunted, "I'm not going to last much longer."

    I expected her to get off me, but instead bounced faster as she begged, "Fill my cunt with your cum, baby. I want to feel your cum explode inside me. Come baby, come for Miranda."

    I needed no further encouragement as I shot my load deep inside her. She didn't miss a beat as she continued riding my cock, milking every last drop of my cum. Finally getting off me, she moved beside me and kissed me passionately. One would think I would be spent after five loads today, two in my Mom and three more in Miranda, but my cock never lowered.

    We chatted for a few minutes, where I learned the wedding was actually in Las Vegas and that she wanted me to come for a four-day trip. I couldn't believe my past twenty-four hours. I had fucked my beautiful Mom and I had begun fucking a local celebrity. Life could not get better than this...could it?

    One more lengthy fuck and I headed home exhausted with my cock raw. I don't think I even stroked myself six times in one day. I crashed in my bed, still dressed and fell into a deep sleep.

    .....

    I was awakened the next morning by my mother's lips wrapped around my cock. It is easily the best way in the world to be waked up...a blow-job from your mother. Even though I shot six loads the day before, it didn't take long to get me stirring. Once awake, Mom straddled me and allowed her hot lava to engulf my just wakened cock and said, "I hope Miranda didn't wear you out, I need some quality time with my son."

    "She is a minx," I moaned as Mom bounced up and down on my cock, but added, "But I will always have time for you, Mom."

    "You say the sweetest things," she purred, squeezing her breasts together and leaning forward. I took her stiff nipple in my mouth and bit gently.

    She let out a soft moan and teased, "Don't leave any incriminating evidence."

    I bit harder and teased back, "Is my Mommy-slut telling me what to do?"

    She moaned, "Yes, I am. Now fuck me, big boy."

    Never one to refuse such a request, I began bucking my ass up, my cock pistoning inside her like a well-oiled machine. Her luscious breasts bounced in my face and her moans of pleasure increased proportionately. "Oh god baby, fuck Mommy. Your cock feels so good in Mommy."

    Her constant reference to being my Mommy only made it hotter, a constant reminder of the taboo act we both were participating in so eagerly.

    "You love my cock don't you, Mommy?" I asked.

    "I fucking love it son. I can't get enough of your big stiff cock," she moaned, as I continued to fuck her.

    Getting tired from this position, I ordered, "On all fours Mommy. I am going to fuck you like a dog, like you're my pet...my pet Mommy."

    "Oh God, Curtis. That is so fucking hot," my sexy Mother replied, obeying my order and getting on all fours.

    Getting behind her beautifully tight ass, I put my hands on her hips and allowed my cock to roam and tease, rubbing against her lips, but not in her. Mom who has never been overly patient, demanded, "Shove your cock in me, Curtis, now!"

    I spanked her ass gently, before sliding my cock inside the burning warmth of my mother. "Sooooo demanding, Mom."

    "Aaaah, fuck, yes," she moaned the instant I filled her. "I can't believe how good you feel in me, son."

    "Right back at you, Mom."

    My first load of the morning usual came really quickly and this time was no different. Only a few minutes into my hardcore fucking of my Mom, I felt my balls boiling and I warned, "I'm going to come soon, Mom."

    In lightning speed, my Mom turned around and devoured my cock with her perfect cocksucking lips. She furiously bobbed back and forth like the eager slut she was and I rewarded her with a very full load of my cum. Swallowing every drop, she continued bobbing up and down on my cock until I asked her to stop, the sensation now making me have to pee.

    When I returned from the washroom, my sexy Mother was lying in my bed waiting for me. She said, strangely like a rather insecure teenager, "Don't you forget about your Mother's needs now that you will be spending so much time with your boyhood fantasy girl."

    I corrected her. "Oh Mom, you were my first and still are my most constant boyhood fantasy girl."

    She slapped me playfully. "I bet you say that to all the older women you fuck."

    I leaned and kissed her tenderly, with the passion of a man in love, gentle, intimate and yet still with the lust that accompanied my feelings for her. Breaking the kiss, I said, "Mom, I love you."

    "I love you too, son," she answered.

    I stood up, suddenly hungry for breakfast, and said, "Did you know the wedding is in Vegas?"

    "I do now," she quipped.

    "I'm not even old enough to get into the bars and casinos," I pointed out.

    My Mother, always the witty one, quipped back, "But you will be old enough to get into Miranda."

    "Touché," I replied, still bathing in my good fortune.

    Mom got up, and said, "Go shower, I will make my big boy some breakfast."

    "You really are the best mother in the world," I complimented.

    Walking to me and firmly grabbing my semi-erect cock, "And don't you forget it." She gave one last tug and disappeared.

    .....

    I put on hold my attempt to find out more about Ellie's past relationship with my mother, as I focused on Miranda and the upcoming wedding, which had become a full-time job. Miranda paraded me around at work, flaunting me in front of her ex every chance she got and played with my trombone over and over again.

    A few days later, I had just finished fucking Miranda in her dressing room, which had become a daily routine, when she said, "I am going to buy our airline tickets tomorrow. You are still good with coming?"

    I replied with sexual innuendo, "I love coming with you."

    "Oh you dirty boy," she teased.

    Throwing an idea out there, I asked, "What do you think of having Mom and Ellie join us?"

    She asked, pouting like a school girl, "What, I am not enough for you?"

    "On the contrary, Mom clearly misses being with Ellie and needs to be pushed past the point of no return and well...what happens in Vegas...."

    Her devious smile crossing her radiant just-fucked face, she asked, "You want to play lesbian matchmaker with your married Mom?"

    "Well, that is an interesting way to put it," I reflected with a grin.

    "You know that Ellie used to Domme your Mom right?"

    "Mom hasn't said much more than that if she ever gave into Ellie again it would be impossible to ever break free again."

    "Tell you what, I love the idea. But how are we going to get Ellie to go along?"

    "I already thought of that. You invite her as your 'plus one' and she will be pleasantly surprised when Mom and I are on the plane."

    "Hmmm and I assume you have a plan while we are up in the air?" she guessed, her hand slowly stroking my already growing cock.

    "In my head I have a million different variants," I admitted.

    "Do you want to fuck Ellie?" Miranda asked.

    "Well..." I began, knowing answering such a question was dangerous.

    "It's ok, baby," Miranda said, "I would love to see you fuck her. I would also love to play with her as well."

    "It will be a pleasant surprise for Mom," I said, as I tapped my cock on Miranda's sweet lips.

    "I will make arrangements tomorrow," she promised before taking my cock back in her mouth.

    .....

    The next day and few days since I had last fucked my mother, she came up to me in the kitchen as I was getting ready to go meet up with Miranda. Her hand went onto my cock while Dad was in the other room watching the news, and she pouted, "Have you forgot about Mommy?"

    My stiff cock gave its own answer as I moaned softly, "God no, Mom. I am always ready to assist you in any way possible."

    She unzipped my pants and fished out my cock. She stroked it quickly. "Fuck, I want your cock in me." Surprising me, she lifted up her sundress, bent over the counter and whispered, "Fuck me, Curtis."

    "But Dad is in the next room," I protested.

    "Do as your mother asks," she ordered.

    Mom had blown me in the bathroom quickly while Dad was downstairs, she had rubbed my cock with her foot during supper a couple of times as well, but we had never fucked while Dad was home.

    "You sure?" I asked, still unsure, even as her tight ass bent over had me raring to go.

    "Yes, fuck Mommy, Curtis, now!" she begged, with a whisper.

    Obeying my Mother like a good son should always do, I went behind her and easily penetrated her already very wet pussy.

    I did slow strokes, still pretty scared of getting caught by Dad fucking Mom. Mom's moans were quiet and controlled, unlike when we were alone and she was an animated slut.

    I continued to fuck my mother for three minutes or so when the phone rang. My Dad never answered the phone and it was in the kitchen anyway.

    Mom cursed under her breath, "For fuck sakes," and went to the phone reluctantly allowing me to slip out of her. Answering the phone, she rolled her eyes. "Hi Mom."

    Knowing that this would be a long conversation, I put my cock back in my pants, and winked at Mom, whose red cheeks would have been excellent CSI evidence of our crime. She said, "Mom, give me a second. Curtis is just leaving."

    Mom put the phone down and came over to me. She whispered in my ear, her hand firmly on my still stiff cock, "Don't forgot about Mommy while you are out gallivanting with Miranda."

    "Of course, not Mom. You will always be my first choice."

    She kissed me on the lips, shoving her tongue in my mouth, before saying, "And don't you ever forget it."

    I quipped, "How could I Mom, you are my MILF slut."

    She smiled and mocked authority, "Don't you use such language with me, unless you are in me. Fuck, I wish your Dad was gone. I guess I will have to fuck him tonight."

    "Oh, the sacrifices," I mocked.

    "Don't get me started," she sighed, before asking, "Have you fucked Miranda in the ass yet?"

    "No," I admitted, even though the thought had crossed my mind when she was bent over and I was fucking her in her favorite position, the submissive doggy style.

    "Have you fucked anybody in the ass, son?" she asked, rubbing my cock firmly in my jeans.

    "Noooooooo," I moaned.

    "Well, tomorrow your Dad is heading out of town and I am going to be your first. Is that understood?"

    "Yes, Mom," I agreed, very enthusiastically.

    "Good, so tomorrow you are mine, all day, understood?" she asked with one final squeeze.

    "Yes, Mommy," I replied.

    I watched her saunter, purposely using her sexy wiggle. She went to the phone and began talking to her Mother, seconds after promising her son her ass. My life was fucking amazing.

    .....

    I headed out and to see Miranda again.

    When I arrived at the studio Mark confronted me in the parking lot. He had clearly been waiting for me. "I thought I warned you to stay away from Miranda."

    I replied, "Are you not getting married to someone else? I think such a commitment prevents you from any such authority."

    "Don't get smart with me," Mark threatened.

    "Or what?" I asked.

    "Don't mess with me."

    I walked past him and countered, smugly. "I am not here to mess with you. I am here to mess with Miranda, over and over again."

    "You fucking punk," he began, as I walked into the studio.

    Confused at the guy's threats, I shrugged them off and went to shoot my usual pre-load show in Miranda's perfect cocksucking lips. As soon as I entered her room, she smiled and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.

    I eventually told her about my encounter and Miranda cursed, "Fuck. He just won't grow up. Fucking men they don't know what they got till they lose it."

    I asked, although I was scared of the answer, "You don't want to get back with him do you?"

    "I'd rather remain celibate and you know how much I love sex," she replied, before her anger shifted into mischief. "Oh, but two can play at that game."

    "What do you have in mind?" I asked curious.

    "You will see. But I will have to wait to swallow your cum until right before show time."

    I shrugged, "Whatever suits your fancy."

    We talked about the Vegas trio for a while and Ellie was in and she planned to talk to my Mom tomorrow. Miranda smiled, "Your devious plan to get your Mom to be a dyke to a Mistress while you watch is almost all in place."

    "Don't forget, the plan also includes fucking Ellie too," I added.

    "Don't you be getting me jealous. I already have to share you with your Mom," Miranda teased, falling to her knees.

    She took my cock in her mouth and after a couple of deep bobs asked, "Was your car recently parked in your Mom's garage?"

    I laughed at the horrendous visual. "Yes, we fucked for a few minutes in the kitchen while Dad was in the living room. But the phone rang."

    "Oh you poor boy. You didn't get to come in your Mom," she mocked, before asking, "Will I do?"

    I grabbed her head and lead her mouth back to my raging hard-on. "Yes, baby, you will more than do."

    Ten minutes later, which is as long as I usually lasted in the sauna of lust that was Miranda's mouth I began shooting my cum in her mouth.

    Unlike her usual swallow every drop routine, she moved back and caught my cum like a basket. Once done, she stood up and left the room.

    Curious as hell, I pulled my pants up and followed my devious girlfriend, who went directly to Mark, seated at the anchor's table and leaned forward her mouth open, apparently showing her mouthful of my cum to her ex.

    He went red as Miranda clearly swallowed it all. I was just in earshot enough for her to say, "Remember when that was your pre-show routine?"

    "What the fuck, Miranda?" Mark questioned.

    Miranda, now mad, threatened, "Leave my boyfriend alone."

    "Boy is right," he quipped back confidently.

    Miranda laughed, a laugh dripping with scorn, "Don't you dare judge, Mr.-Can't-get-it up-for-round-two-without-a-nap."

    Others in the room couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh as Miranda turned and walked away, leaving a red faced Mark utterly speechless, probably for the first time in his egotistical life.

    Miranda walked right to me and shoved her tongue down my throat for all to see. I could taste myself on her tongue, but was thrilled to finally have the public affection she had not given me until this second.

    Mark glared at me and I smugly winked back at him.

    Miranda and I fucked after the show for a lengthy hot marathon session where I deposited two more loads in her, one in her pussy and another in her mouth.

    As I was getting ready to head home for the night, I mentioned, "I am going to stay and hang out with Mom tomorrow, sexy."

    "You are, are you? You are such a mother-fucker," she teased.

    I retorted, "Jealous?"

    She shrugged, "Maybe." As she kissed me goodbye she threw me for a loop as she finished with, "Of course, the question is, am I jealous of your Mom for getting to fuck you or jealous of you for getting to fuck your Mom?"

    .....

    The next day, Dad left for an overnight meeting somewhere and I replaced him in my Mother's bed. I had just deposited a load in my Mom's cunt to start the morning when she informed me, "Hey baby, I am coming to Vegas with you."

    Acting surprised, I said, "Really? How did that transpire?"

    "Didn't Miranda tell you?"

    "No, but we don't do a lot of talking when we are together," I joked.

    "You are such a male slut," Mom joked.

    I corrected, "When a girl fucks more than one guy she is a slut. When a man is scoring with two women he is a stud. Unfair I know, but those are the rules of society. I don't make them, I just follow them."

    Slapping me playfully, she questioned, "Are you calling me a slut?"

    As my finger traced her firm breasts, I answered, "You are my slut, Mom."

    "Well then," she began straddling my still semi-erect cock, "if I am going to be labelled a slut, I better make it worthwhile."

    "Slut away, Mom," I replied, watching her engulf my cock and begin riding me.

    Another deposit inside my Mom, her eager pussy this time, and I already had visions of going for the triple play in one day: mouth, pussy and ass. Like the cycle in baseball the last one is always the hardest to complete.

    As we lay there in the morning, both of us in after-sex glow, Mom said, "We are going to go out for supper tonight as mother and son and then come back here for a very, very, special night."

    "I can't wait," I replied.

    School was a bitch as the thought of a date with Mom and the promised ass fuck was all I could think about. I was a walking erection with a mind of goo all day. I returned home and there was a note on the kitchen table.

    Son,

    Sorry, but I had a last minute call for a house to show. I will have to meet you at the restaurant at six. I booked us a table at Rizzo's.

    Love

    Mom

    Wow, Rizzos was the classiest restaurant in the city and therefore meant suit and tie. I went to my room and my suit was already laid out on the bed. I went and had a nice shower and got ready, making sure to look my best for my date with Mom. At the last minute, I decided to go commando; never know when I may have to release the b**st in a flash. I finished getting ready and sped to Rizzo's. I arrived ten minutes early and was led to my table.

    I waited a bundle of excitement at what Mom had promised me. Mom, being Mom, arrived fifteen minutes late, which was fifteen minutes early for her, but all was forgiven the Moment I saw her. Her hair was down, which I loved, but it was the gold cocktail dress, that stopped just below the knee, and the mocha colored stockings, my favorite shade of nylon, that had my cock on full alert and begging to be released.

    Mom hugged me, tight enough that she could feel my attention and asked, "Is that for me?"

    "All eight inches of it," I flirted back.

    "I can't wait," she responded, giving my cock a subtle squeeze before I moved around and pulled out her chair like a gentleman. "Oh, how sweet! But you don't have to impress me baby; you are definitely getting laid tonight."

    I replied, "It's the small things Mom, they are always the first to go when a relationship begins to falter."

    My Mom, suddenly in reflection mode, agreed, "No truer words have ever been spoken."

    I returned to my chair just as our waiter arrived. He took our drink orders after taking more than a subtle glance at my Mom's generous cleavage.

    Once he was gone, I pointed out, "Mom, he was staring right down your dress."

    "Was he?" she asked, oblivious to the distraction her beauty still caused many, many men.

    "Indeed he was. Of course, who could blame him? You are easily the sexiest person here."

    "You and flattery, I told you, you are definitely getting laid tonight. Actually, I am hoping to go for the Trifecta all in one evening."

    "Trifecta?" I questioned.

    "Yes, where you shoot a load of your white stuff in each of my three special places," my mother informed me, her stocking-clad foot now on my crotch.

    "Oh fuck Mom, my first load may end up in my pants if you keep teasing me," I admitted, my balls already begging to be shot.

    Her foot stayed there, not moving, as the waiter brought our starter salads. My hand rubbed gently the top of my Mom's foot, the silk nylon the greatest feeling in the world.

    As we ate our salads, Mom asked, "Ever had a foot job, baby?"

    "No," I answered, after a brief realization that I never had. Pam, my ex, had rubbed her stocking feet all over my body in a sensual foot massage of sorts, but her foot only rubbed my cock.

    "Well, then obviously you have never had a stocking-clad foot job," my Mom deduced.

    "Apparently," I agreed, "are you offering?"

    As her foot tapped on my cock, she shrugged with a devilish smile, "Well, we already have a Trifecta to complete, but maybe we can fit that in. Seeing your cock squirt it's cum all over my stockings would be pretty hot, don't you think?"

    "Shit Mom, I am not going to make it much longer," I admitted, thinking I might come like I did when I started my self-exploration when I was younger, just by touch.

    She smiled, "Don't you dare waste that precious cum."

    The waiter returned with our meals and Mom thankfully relented, moving her foot away. We ate our dinners and discussed non-sexual things like school, Mom's job, and plans for a summer trip to see the grandparents. If anyone was listening there would be no evidence of our sexual relationship, the taboo sin we were planning to commit very soon.

    Once dinner was done, my beautiful mother suggested, "I say we skip dessert and we find a place where I can get some dessert directly from the source."

    "Cheque," I quipped, knowing my hard cock, which had never shrunk throughout dinner, was not going to make it much longer before it begged for attention.

    We paid the bill and once we were outside, night time just beginning to set in, Mom asked, "Where did you park?"

    "In the underground parking."

    "Perfect" she smiled, grabbing my hand, our fingers entwined as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend and not mother and son. "Lead the way, baby." Just the way she said baby with such syrupy sexiness had my cock twitching.

    As we walked down the secluded stairs, Mom pulled on my hand. I stopped and looked at her. She pushed me against the wall, unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, fell to her knees and devoured me whole.

    I couldn't believe she would be so risky blowing me in a stairwell, but logically we would hear the door open and probably be able to cover up in time.

    Her warm mouth, her nasty teasing the past hour and the crazy setting all had me on the brink in record time. My balls were boiling when a door above us opened. I told Mom, "Someone's coming."

    She quit and said, "Well, then you better come soon," and devoured my cock again, oblivious to the reality that we were about to get caught.

    I closed my eyes, even as I heard steps above me, and allowed the oral sensation to take over. Within seconds, I shot a load of my sweet cum down my Mom's throat as the steps got incredibly close.

    They were almost upon us when Mom stood up and shoved her tongue in my mouth, swirling the last remnants of my cum back into my mouth. My cock was still out but hidden by Mom's body crushed against mine, hiding my cock seconds before a middle age couple dressed for the opera or some other fancy shindig walked past us. The woman's facial expression displayed clearly her disgust at such inappropriate displays of affection, while the man watched with a regretful look at a time long past for him.

    As soon as they were gone, Mom dropped back down to the floor and cleaned my cock, looking to retrieve any last minute escapees.

    Five minutes later, we were in my car when she asked, "Can we stop at the Love Boutique? I need some lube if you are going to drill my ass tonight."

    I gasped at my Mom's shocking blunt language, but of course pulled into the store a couple of minutes later. Once parked, I planned to stay in the car, but Mom asked, "Don't you want to come into the sex shop with me? Maybe pick out a costume for your mother to wear before you sodomize her?"

    Such nasty talk had my cock revving to go again and my imagination spinning in overdrive. I quickly unfastened my seat belt and followed Mom in, leading with my cock.

    As I entered the store, I realized I had never been in a sex shop. I had considered it a few times, but never had the guts to go in. Yet here I was with my mother shopping for lube to fuck her ass. I really had the best life in the world.

    Once in the store, I was like a k** on Christmas morning, so many sweet things that I didn't even know where to start. Mom went to the toys section and I followed. She grabbed some lube and tossed it to me, before looking at some other toys. I couldn't believe the variety. I was looking at the double-ended dildo in confused awe when Mom, holding a strap-on, said, "Would you like to see Miranda and me scissor fuck ourselves with that?"

    "I have no idea what that means, but yes."

    "And which strap-on should I buy for the next time your girlfriend and I play?" Mom asked while showing me two separate dildo cocks.

    I shrugged, "Well, Miranda likes them big."

    "Good call," my Mom concurred, returning both and grabbing a huge ten inch cock. "This will have her whimpering like the slut she is."

    "Mom, that is my girlfriend you are talking about."

    "Um, must I remind you she was my personal plaything first?" Mom smiled, tapping me on the head with the big cock.

    "Fair enough," I agreed, already imagining my Mom and my girlfriend in a variety of dirty situations.

    "Now let's go check out some costumes," she said, grabbing my hand and leading me to a corner of wall-to-wall costumes.

    "Wow," I said, overwhelmed by the many kinky fantasies I envisioned role playing with my mother. "I don't even know where to start."

    "Well, real role play is about creating real situations and becoming the costume," my sexy mother pointed out.

    "Ok," I said, unsure what she meant.

    "So, let's see," she paused, pursuing the many different options. "Ah-ha," she said, reaching up a bit and grabbing a cat woman costume. "Find the Batman costume, stud."

    I found it pretty easily, my mind already role playing ideas of Batman disciplining Catwoman. Mom put on the mask, and sauntered over to me seductively, parodying the old Adam West cartoon over the top action scenes, I used to watch on reruns, "So Batman, do you think you could BING BAM BOOM me into submission?"

    The innuendo had me weak at the knees as I tried to come up with a witty comeback.

    When I couldn't, she purred, actually purred, "What is it Batman, does the cat have your tongue?"

    She rubbed my stuff cock through my pants and teased, "Oh does Batman want to come out and play?"

    I moaned, unable to come up with a complete thought.

    She took the mask off and reached for another outfit. She grabbed a red outfit and disappeared into a change room. I looked at other outfits: princesses, nurse, Superwoman, Lady Gaga...every one creating a new fantasy for me.

    Mom came out in the skimpiest red outfit ever, her mocha coloured thigh high stocking tops completely visible. She walked over to me and teased, "Well, hello there Mr. Wolf, do you want to go back to my grandmother's house and eat me?"

    My mouth dropped open, my Mom's sexual implication so fucking naughty.

    Her hand slid down my chest, her finger like lightning and thunder to my cock. "Imagine helpless l'il ole me with a basket full of toys and no one to use them on me?"

    "Aaaah, fuck Mom," I moaned.

    "Does baby want to fuck Little Red Mommy Hood?" she asked, her hand again on my crotch.

    "Oh god, yes," I grunted, like a babbling fool.

    Mom looked around and quickly pulled me into the dressing room. She pulled out my cock, pushed me onto the sitting ledge of the small room and sat on my cock, engulfing it completely. Her wet warmth coated my cock and she bounced up and down eagerly, taking every inch of my cock with each downward bounce. My Mom was clearly really horny as I could feel her excess juice leaking onto my legs as our bodies collided. Her moans, although controlled because of our location, were becoming louder the longer she fucked me. I could tell she wanted to scream, to talk dirty, and the restrictive location was holding her back from the pure pleasure she usually received when we fucked.

    I whispered, trying to push her past the point of resistance, "Come for me Mommy, come like the son-fucker you are."

    "Aaah, fuck Curtis," she whispered back, "keep talking dirty to me. Treat me like your fucking personal sex-slut."

    I wanted to bend her over and take control, but the room didn't allow it, so I continued the sexual verbal assault of my perfect, beautiful, slut Mom. "Keep bouncing slut. Who owns that wet cunt of yours?"

    "You do," she moaned, loader than she meant to.

    "I do what?" I asked, slapping her ass.

    "Aaah, fuck, you own my cunt, baby."

    "And I can use it whenever I want, right Mommy?"

    "Oh fuck, yes, Curtis, I am always at your disposal," she moaned.

    "My personal live at home Mommy cum bucket."

    "Oh my fucking God, Curtis, yes, baby, more, I'm so close," she moaned, getting turned-on by the humiliation and taboo sin of fucking her son.

    "Come for me now, my Mommy-slut, come like the dirty, i****tuous, son-fucking whore you are," I demanded, my own orgasm incredibly close from my Mom's furiously ride.

    She began to scream and I covered her mouth as her orgasm quaked through her, almost simultaneously my cum exploded inside her. She didn't slow down, my cum filling her cunt as her juice leaked out. A minute later, she got off me, and said, "Shit, I should have worn panties, I am leaking like crazy."

    I laughed, as I saw her juice and my cum slithering down her leg.

    "Get out of here, before we get caught you dirty boy, you," she teased.

    I returned to the outfit area where an older woman, a sales-lady for the store, glared at me, obviously knowing what we had done, although I assumed she had no idea of the fact that i****t had just occurred in her store. I avoided eye contact and looked around for another outfit.

    Mom returned a Moment later, the outfit in hand and said to the older woman, ignoring her accusing eyes, "I think we will get this one, the Catwoman and Batman and one more."

    "Which one?" I asked, curiously.

    "That is for me to know and you to find out very, very soon," she teased. "Go to the car so I can pay for all this."

    I obeyed and waited in the car, bubbling with anticipation to complete the promised Trifecta.

    Mom returned and I drove us home. Mom said, "I can't stop leaking."

    I shrugged, "I can't believe we fucked in a stall of a sex shop."

    "I can't believe all those things you called me," she countered, seemingly offended.

    I quickly apologized, "Sorry Mom, I...."

    She slapped my knee. "Oh Curtis, you still are as gullible as you were when you were young. When I am revved up like that I want to be treated like a slut, it gets me off like nothing else. I can't explain it, but it is true. When you called me a live-in Mommy cum bucket it brought me over the top. And now I am leaking like a sieve."

    We pulled into the driveway and Mom smiled. "Think you can get it up one more time, son?"

    "Oh Mom, I can go and go and go. I am the Energizer fuck-bunny," I quipped.

    "Let's go and see if you can back those words up, stud." She smiled, getting out of the car.

    Once in the house, she took her bag of goodies with her and said, "I am going to shower and get into costume. Why don't you go shower too, and pour me some wine?"

    I did as suggested, taking a long hot shower, my cock never completely shrinking, the curiosity of what Mom had bought for tonight and the thought of fucking Mom's ass constantly spinning in my head.

    In my room, I got dressed again and noticed Miranda had texted me. I clicked on the text.

    Miranda: Have u banged Mommy's ass yet? Here is something for you to think about for our time together tomorrow. When I let you bang mine.

    I gasped. It was a picture of Miranda bent over holding her cheeks open and her enticing rosebud staring at me begging to be fucked.

    My cock was again in missile mode and I adjusted myself before heading to the kitchen to pour us some wine and put together a plate of appetizers.

    I had finished almost a full glass of wine when my Mom called out from the stairs, "Are there any Jedis down there?"

    Being the ultimate Star Wars geek, I was instantly curious and was not disappointed when I turned the corner to find Mom dressed exactly like Princess Leia, hair and all. In her hand was one of my collectible lightsabers. She seductively came down the stairs and quipped, "Well you won't have to be using your hands solo tonight, Jedi."

    She put the tip of my lightsaber in my mouth. "Any guess where I found this light saber?"

    I could smell my Mom's heavenly scent. She teased, "Of course, I would like a very different lightsaber in me, Jedi."

    "Oh, I think the force is with me, Princess," I quipped, confidently moving in and kissing my beautiful mother. Being aggressive, I pushed her against the wall and she whimpered. I demanded, "It is time to reward your Jedi."

    I pushed her to her knees, on the stairs, and she quickly unbuckled my pants and took my lightsaber in her hands. She quipped, "You sure were concealing a deadly weapon, my Jedi."

    "I think I have found the perfect place to hide it for safe keeping," I shot back, shoving my cock in her mouth. Unlike our last couple of times, I was much more aggressive, grabbing her sexy Princess Leia hair and pumping my cock in her sweet cocksucking lips. A couple of minutes of this and I ordered, "Go get on your bed, my slut."

    "Yes, sir," she replied, unable to conceal her true submissive nature once she had a taste of my dominance.

    I watched her stand up and turn around while I went and got the wine. I returned and she was on the bed as instructed. I handed her a glass of wine and I joined her on the bed. I asked, "Does Dad dominate you like you crave to be?"

    "No," she admitted, before adding, "I have hidden that naughty dirty part of me for years."

    "Why?" I asked, my hand moving to her white stocking-clad legs.

    "I am an adult now with responsibilities and I had to let go of my past," she weakly rationalized.

    "But you have always, subconsciously, craved submission. Wanted Dad to just take over and use you like a slut?"

    Mom nodded, and gulped her wine.

    Surprising her with my conversation shift, I asked, "So Mom, what really happened between you and Ellie?"

    In a heartbeat, her facial expression transformed from confident and sexy to shy and nervous. "Curtis, that was a long time ago."

    "I know," I pushed, my voice soft and tender, like a ther****t trying to draw out their patient's past. "But clearly you are not completely over it."

    "I am too," she said, attempting to be strong, "I have resisted the temptation for years."

    "Sorry," I said, trying a different route. "I meant you still have lingering feelings for Ellie."

    "Only being friends and not being drawn back into her web of seduction has been the hardest thing I have ever done and I probably would have succumbed on Halloween if you wouldn't have shown up and saved me," she explained, her hand falling onto my leg.

    "But why is she trying to get you back now after all these years?"

    "Well, you are old enough to not need a mother figure I assume," she pondered.

    "I have never needed a mother figure more than I do now," I quipped back.

    She laughed at my naughty implications. "Plus, she knows my relationship with your father has not been great. I even have wondered if she was not attempting to conspire with your father. Ellie's comment to you when she thought you were your father only enhances those suspicions."

    "But you still love Dad?" I asked, this conversation getting much heavier than I had originally planned.

    "I love him as a provider and as a person, but I no longer love love him, if that makes any sense," she explained, her facial expression showing her frustration with her married life.

    "So if that is the case why not go back to Ellie?" I questioned, getting the conversation I wanted to have back on track.

    Her hand just made small figure eights on my hand as she considered my question, a nervous habit of hers. "Well, I don't think you understand how domineering and demanding Ellie is."

    "Give me an example," I asked, trying to figure out my Mother's insecurity, when she was otherwise a very confident woman. My hand was now at her slightly wet and uncovered pussy, distracting her slightly.

    She was silent for a while as she seemed to be reminiscing her past with Ellie. "Well, as I mentioned. With Ellie it was clear that she was the Domme and I the sub. For example," she began, but stopped, struggling to put the experience into words. She explained, "You got to understand I was and probably still am in love with Ellie. But while she was comfortable with her sexuality, I was too weak to ever tell my parents of my sexual preference at the time. Being bi or a lesbian back then was a lot more socially condemned than now, when it is apparently in fashion."

    "So you loved Ellie," I asked, trying to open Mom up completely.

    "Unconditionally," she whispered, a tear forming in her eye.

    "But...."

    "But I also wanted a normal life. And I couldn't see how I could have that and be in a lesbian relationship. I wanted k**s, Ellie didn't. We were completely polar opposites in every imaginable way which made us great friends, amazing lovers, but a horrible couple."

    " And then you met Dad...."

    "And got pregnant with you and I just quit with Ellie cold turkey. She was furious at first, but she missed our friendship as much as I did, but eventually we moved on and pretended the past never happened. But the last year or so, Ellie has suddenly been giving subtle and not so subtle sexual hints, although never enough for me to be completely sure it was anything more than witty comments, until she gave herself away at the party."

    "How so?" I probed.

    "First, by her hands teasing me like she used to, slowly making me weak and vulnerable. By the way, I probably never would have ended up fucking you on Halloween night if she hadn't had me so fucking horny."

    I quipped, "I will have to thank her. Maybe get her a thank you card, something like 'Thank you for priming my Mom so I could fuck her'."

    Mom smiled and playfully slapped my hand before she continued, "Second, she kept making sexual innuendos which implied she wanted to make me her sub again. Third, of course, she admitted it to you when you were in costume." She paused, before adding, her facial expression showing her confusion, "I just can't figure out what Ellie and Ted were up to. We're they conspiring somehow? Why else would she say that to you when she thought you were Ted?"

    "Are you not worried that Ellie and Dad will talk about Halloween night and expose the truth?" I asked, realizing a potential problem.

    "I wasn't until now," she responded, a look of panic suddenly on her face.

    "We need to deal with Ellie," I suggested.

    "How so?" Mom asked cautiously.

    "Well, I am still working on that. But my idea does include you submitting to her again," I tossed out.

    "Why?" she asked, a clear mixture of nervousness, excitement and curiosity.

    My finger parted her very wet pussy lips. "Well, it is obvious you need it. It is obvious you crave it and I believe you regret the decision you made."

    "I don't regret it, I got you," Mom said, kissing me gently on the lips.

    "Well, that is a very good point, a very good point indeed," I concurred, "but be honest with me Mom. What are you scared of now?"

    "Her power," my Mom admitted.

    "How so?"

    "I can't say no to her. I was completely at her every whim and some of those whims were crazy."

    "You can't say that and not continue," I pointed out.

    "She loved to take risks, it was the only way she seemed to really get off," Mom explained.

    "Like what, Mom. You're being rather vague."

    "Well, there were many examples. They started simple. She fingered me to orgasm in a nearly empty theater. But then she did the same thing in a very full theater, where the older woman beside me couldn't help but notice what was happening. I was her personal live-in maid. I bathed her, I washed her hair, I made her meals, I even cleaned her cum-filled pussy the rare time she went on a date and got laid. She literally owned me. She continued to push the envelope too. Fucking me in the shared bathroom early in the morning with a strap-on, making me go down on her at a restaurant when the waiter disappeared, and even when she was President of the student union she would have me under the table between her legs the entire meeting. The bigger the threat of being caught, the bigger the thrill."

    "Well, that certainly explains your outrageous public adventures today," I pointed out.

    "I suppose so," she reflected. "I really hadn't thought about it, but the thought of getting caught is very exhilarating."

    "Agreed, but this just proves my point that you need Elle," I pointed out, before asking, "so how did you break free of her hold over you?"

    "Well, it was my wedding day that was the final straw. She made me eat her out minutes before I was married to your Dad and she fucked me in the honeymoon suite a couple of hours before your Dad and I consummated our marriage. It was clear that she wanted to still completely own me even if I was married, so I ended it. Even though I have been tempted for years, the craving to go back has only escalated this past year."

    "Wow," was all I could say.

    Mom added, "She joked during her first year of teaching how if I was still her lezzie-slut she would have had me under her desk during her parent-teacher interviews. I have many, many times fantasized about that suggestion becoming a reality."

    "Well, maybe you should," I suggested.

    Mom warned, "If I ever submit to her again, there will be no turning back."

    "Oh Mom you are too melodramatic."

    "No seriously. I know if I submit to her again that I won't have the will power to quit her again. I never felt more free than when I was completely Ellie's disposal, which makes no sense, but yet is how I felt."

    "Is that a bad thing?" I asked, before adding, "based on your soaking wet cunt I would think not."

    "Dammit Curtis, enough about making me a dyke and more about finishing our little adventure," Mom said, her hand going to my fully swollen member. "Hmmmmm, I see making your Mommy a submissive lesbian has got you nice and stiff."

    "Everything about you makes me go nice and stiff, Mom." I leaned in and kissed her. For the next few minutes we were not mother and son, but two passionate lovers who couldn't get enough of each other.

    Finally, Mom broke the kiss, took off my shirt and slithered down my body, splattering me with pecks of lust. She tongued my belly button, making a very useless part of my body an erogenous zone. When she got to my pants, she pulled then off and continued her exploration of my body: kissing my inner thigh, my legs, even my feet. When she moved back up to my cock, she resumed the role-play, "Is my Jedi ready to play?"

    Her tongue slid up my cock and I moaned, "Oh God, yes."

    She continued the oral tease, taking each of my balls in her mouth separately, before returning to my shaft. Finally, she engulfed my cock with her mouth for a brief minute before quitting and asking, "Is it time for the Trifecta?"

    I answered with actions as I flipped her on all fours and asked, "Where is the lube for my bottom slayer?"

    Mom pointed to the dresser and I quickly retrieved it. Mom said, "Lube my ass first, baby and finger me. Get me ready for that big hard cock of yours."

    I obeyed her request, lathering her puckered pink back door generously, before slowly sliding a finger in.

    She moaned and begged, "Now wiggle your finger around in there, son. Get Mommy's ass nice and wide for you."

    I again obeyed, moving my finger ever which way inside her, slowly loosening her incredibly tight ass. "Slide a second finger in baby, and do the same thing."

    I again obeyed, squeezing a second finger inside ever so slowly. Once two were in, she whimpered, "Now turn your wrist back and forth slowly, baby. Get it nice and gaped for your big cock."

    "Yes, Mommy," I replied, like a good son. Then I surprised her. While keeping my fingers in her ass, I slipped my cock inside her wet, wet cunt.

    She screamed, "Oh my God, Curtis, fuck that feels so good."

    I began pumping both her pussy and ass simultaneously with my cock and fingers. The sensation of the double pleasure was clearly driving my Mom wild, and her moans of ecstasy began increasing exponentially.

    "Oh God yes, fuck Curtis, fuck, Mommy. You have Mommy soooo close," she screamed, loud enough for the neighbors to call 911.

    I sped up the double assault on my Mom's pussy and ass eager to bring her to euphoria. The euphoria came Moments later when I felt her pussy tighten around my cock and her ass clamped around my fingers as she screamed, "I'm coming, you Mother-fucker, double-fuck Mommy, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

    She quivered uncontrollably with tremors of pleasure as her orgasm quaked through her entire being. Still breathing heavily, she begged, "My ass baby, fuck Mommy's ass with your big lightsaber."

    I slid my fingers out of her ass and moved my cock to her gaping rosebud. I hesitated and Mom leaned back onto my cock. I watched in youthful amazement as my cock slowly disappeared in Mom's ass. I couldn't believe how tight it was, like trying to fit on a glove a size too small. Mom continued pushing back and I could no longer she my cock. Mom moaned, "Is baby ready to fuck Mommy's ass?"

    "Oh God, yes," I moaned.

    "Pound me, son. Fuck Mommy's ass," she moaned back, wiggling her ass.

    I grabbed her hips and slowly began fucking her, getting used to the warm sensation of Mom's tight ass. After a couple of minutes of slow fucking, Mom demanded, "Harder baby, fuck my ass harder. Make me your Mommy-ass-slut."

    I obliged, no longer worried about hurting her. I began deep hard thrusts into her ass. Her screams increased as did her nasty language. "Oh fuck son, your cock feels so fucking good in Mommy's ass."

    I responded, "Does Mommy-slut like her baby's cock in her whore ass?"

    "Oh god, yes. Use Mommy baby," she whimpered.

    "Tell me you will obey me always," I demanded, a devious plan spinning in my head.

    "Oh god, yes baby, I'm yours baby," she replied, clearly getting into the submission to her son.

    "And I own all three of your cock holes?" I questioned, pushing the envelope.

    "Oh yes, baby, they are yours to use whenever or wherever you want, Mommy-fucker."

    "So you will never disobey me?" I asked.

    "Never, baby," she whimpered, as my deep hard thrusts penetrated her ass fully.

    I pulled out and ordered, "Ride my cock, Mommy. Ride your son's cock with your ass."

    She pushed me onto my back, her smile sexy as hell, and straddled my cock. "You want to watch Mommy while you fill my ass, don't you, you dirty boy?"

    I put my arms around my head and smiled, "I could watch you all day, Mom."

    She slowly lowered her ass onto my cock, biting on her lip, taking my cock back in her ass, but from this different position I could reach new depths in her ass. Her eyes closed as the last couple of inches filled her up. Once completely inside her, she opened her eyes and wiggled her ass on my cock. "Hmmm, baby, that feels so good."

    I smiled, "I love you Mom."

    "I love yoooou too, you naughty fucker," she moaned back, as I bucked my ass up, surprising her.

    She began riding my cock, her beautiful tits bouncing as she rode me. I watched memorized, every single fantasy of mine combined into this Moment. Mom dressed as Princess Leia, riding my cock in her ass was the epitome of sexual perversion. "Hmmmm, Mom, I do have a naughty plan for you when we are in Vegas."

    "You do, do you?" she moaned, beginning to ride my cock faster.

    "I do, indeed," I teased.

    "Are you going to tell Mommy?" she asked.

    "Of course," I replied, "when the Moment comes."

    "Damn you, Curtis. Tell me. You know I hate surprises," she demanded, now bouncing up and down on my cock like a nasty porn star.

    "Beg, bitch, beg to be my slut," I ordered.

    "Oh yes, baby, can Mommy be your slut?" she teased, all soft and seductive, a subtle pout on her lips. She added, "Your personal live in cum bucket, your complete submissive slave."

    "Who will never disobey me?"

    "Never," she moaned, really riding my cock now.

    "Ever?" I pushed.

    "Fuck, Curtis. You own me. I will do anything you say. I will suck your cock right in front of your Dad if you want," she declared.

    "Wow," I moaned, and began "I want...." But my balls were boiling, "I want...." I stammered, "Oh fuck, I want you to submit to Ellie."

    "Yes, Master," she moaned. "I will submit to her unconditionally. I will eat her cunt in her classroom. I will crawl on all fours like a dog for her. I will become her lez-slave. Is that what you want, baby, for me to be a little lesbian slave?"

    That was the final straw and my cum coated her asshole as she continued riding me. "Oh that is what you want, you dirty Mother-fucker. You want to make your Mommy a dyke, a lesbian slut who is forced to please cunt after cunt after cunt."

    "Oh yes, Mommy, yes, oh God," I moaned, my orgasm not wanting to end.

    "Aaaaaaaaah, fuck," Mom screamed, her own orgasm shuddering through her again. I tossed her onto her back in one swift move and buried my face in her sweet nectar, lapping up her cum as it squirted out of cunt. I spent a couple of minutes cleaning Mom before she pushed me away. "Stop baby, I can't take it anymore."

    I moved away and we cuddled both comfortable in the silence that followed such extreme ecstasy.

    Mom turned and looked into my eyes and asked, "So, you really want me to get back with Ellie?"

    "I think you want to, don't you?"

    "A small part of me has always wanted to, but I have always resisted the temptation. By being with Miranda and being in charge, I had got my pussy quota, but avoided the submissive trap I had once been involved in."

    "But, now?"

    "I will offer myself to her if that is what you want, but I can't even predict what she will want me to do."

    I shrugged, "Let me take care of that."

    "What do you mean?" She asked, curious.

    "Every female Domme like her needs a strong male Master," I answered cryptically.

    My Mom's eyes went big. "You are not seriously considering domming Ellie?"

    "The plan is already in motion," I smiled, standing up and pulling down my pants.

    My Mom smiled, "Well, you have me incredibly intrigued, but how will you even start such a plan."

    "Well, they say what happens in Vegas...."


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