Chapitre 2074: @3
Of all the cocks Breanna had fucked her life, this one stood alone. This man stood alone. It wasn't the fact she was certain his muscular body and her shapely figure looked sexier together than any other two bodies in human history. There was a unique connection and love for her son she knew she could never experience with another man. For Spencer, this was the moment he would've traded anything in the world to feel.
"Ready?" Her son nodded, and Breanna dug her nails into his shoulder blades as she rocked back slightly. Her vaginal muscles squeezed his cock, and he responded by pulling out and thrusting in. Hard. "Ahhh!"
Breanna said nothing other than, "Oh, god, fuck me..." The drawers of the metal desk rattled and clanged, as their wet genitals loudly slapped and flexed together. Spencer threw his whole body into each thrust like it was his last. It wasn't making love or technically sound, but at this point, Breanna just desperately needed to be fucked, and she would never complain about a relentless, slutty pounding.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Uhhh, yeah!"
Spencer replied in grunts, and shoved his hands under his mom's ass and held her by the cheeks. He winced when his mom lunged with her upper body and sank her teeth into his neck.
It started as a release of pent-up emotion, but then Breanna decided she wanted to leave her mark. She wanted everyone to see the proof of what she had done. She wanted Spencer to remember whose son he was.
The mother and son fucked deeply. At times, Spencer found the strength to lift Breanna off the desk and hold her in the air for more leverage. All of the power came from Spencer's muscles, but all of the sensual friction came from Breanna's experienced pussy.
Watching his mom bounce up and down on his dick was mind-blowing, but knowing she wanted it just as badly as he did made it special beyond words. Sometimes he could see she was just holding on with her eyes closed and savoring the sex. He didn't know what to do other than to keep going.
Victims of human nature, the mother and son fucked to the beat of the music pulsing through the walls. With each electronic thump, Breanna's butt smacked down on the desk and Spencer's cock thrust deep inside her gushing pussy. Their bodies clapped together while the desk shook.
The room echoed with their high gasps and low growls. They didn't care if anyone outside could hear.
"This feels so good. You're so hot!"
"Oh, yeah?!" Breanna proudly beamed. "I love you talking dirty to me."
"Umff! You really know how to ride a dick," he tried. But his mom was much better.
"Yeah? You like your mommy being a sexy slut, riding your cock like this?"
"Oh my god..."
"Ohhh, fuck! You feel so good inside me."
"Ahh!"
"Mmm, fuck! Pull my fucking hair and tell me how bad you wanna cum in me!"
Spencer could tell her dirty talk was just as much for her as it was for him, and her high moans and sharp gasps were taking over his mind. He summoned all of his strength so he could hold his mom by one arm while using the other to tug on her blonde braid. "I wanna cum in you so fucking bad, mom! I love you. I wanna fucking cum in you every day."
Breanna sultrily whispered in his ear, "You will. No matter what, Spencer, I swear to fucking god you will."
The mother knew how to adjust herself on a cock to deliver the most pleasure to herself, and she did just that. She wanted to orgasm while riding her son -- both because the sex was the greatest high and most intimate experience she had ever had and because she loved her son more than anything and wanted him to remember forever how happy he had made her.
With a twist and clench of her vaginal muscles, her son's veiny shaft created endless friction on her inner walls. To avoid sending him over the edge with her, Breanna didn't announce she was about to squirt on his cock. When Spencer bucked again, she released. A flood of pent-up emotion and cum surged and gushed from deep within her pussy. Breanna's brain flashed like a strobe, as she wailed loudly and muttered indecipherable words into his ear.
Shocked and panicked, Spencer stopped thrusting. His mom trembled and tensed in his arms, and dug her nails painfully into his shoulder blades. She was stronger yet more vulnerable than he had ever seen her, and he was humbled for her to be in his arms. "Keep going," he heard her cry, so he instantly returned to pounding her as powerfully as he could.
The initial wave of the climax passed, and Breanna gasped for oxygen. Her blue eyes were distant and watery as she savored the pleasure and wiggled her clenching, pedicured toes.
When the tremors subsided and conscious thoughts returned, Breanna smiled. And then she laughed. She laughed surreally in recognition of what she had just done. After a sweet kiss on the cheek, she told her son he could rest.
The smacking sounds had stopped, and the mom and son gazed at each other. It was a new gaze for a new relationship. As their chests heaved together and they held each other, they each were overcome with a strange and profound feeling that for the first time, they were truly mother and son.
"Fuck, that was good," Breanna finally uttered, falling back into her daze. She pecked his lips. "You made me cum, hehe!"
"Yeah, I know! But, uh... I still need to cum. I'm gonna do it right in your pussy," Spencer grinned, kissing her lips as she kissed him back.
"I'm well aware you need to cum... But I'm the woman and your mom... So I get to decide where it's best for you to cum." She planted a hot kiss on his lips, and then one on his neck, and then one on his chest.
Spencer was paralyzed as his mom crippled him with sensual kisses down his body and unblinking eye contact. She pushed him back from the desk, and any illusions he had about how much control he had during the pounding disappeared. When her lips met his cock, he whined at the ceiling. His entire length disappeared into the wet warmth, and his testicles nuzzled into her warm chin.
After reminding him what she could do for him, Breanna began sucking the top of his thick shaft. She wagged her tongue under his head to taste their combined scent.
Within seconds, Spencer was fighting off convulsion. He could feel his mom hit every pleasure point as if she had done so countless times before.
The son opened his squinting eyes for just long enough to meet his mom's confident, certain stare. He had her permission. "AAAGH!" His body seized as he locked onto his steady, beautiful mom.
When it was time to seal her lips, Breanna playfully beamed up at her son and offered her flattened, pink tongue instead. The look on his face when he fired his first load was one she would never forget. Rope after rope of molten, salty goo landed on her tongue and deep in her mouth. Her firm grasp held his jerking cock steady, and she supportively pumped it.
The strain around Spencer's eyes loosened, and he was able to watch the rest of his cum ooze onto his mom's tongue in peace. "Wow, wow, wow...."
The moment he was drained completely, her hand left his deflating cock and she sat back on her heels. Before he could say anything, she pinched the puddle on her tongue and pulled it into the air, letting it drip back down onto her tongue. "That's- That's- I love when you did that at Mr. Commons' house, but with..." Spencer was excited but could hardly speak. Fortunately, his mom was well ahead of him.
She sexily swallowed his load and sighed, "You seriously think I'd forget how much you liked when I had fun with cum?"
"Well, I..."
"I'm so disappointed..." Breanna rose to her feet and kissed her son. They giggled together while they made out again. "And guess what? We just fucked!"
Spencer and Breanna smiled dazedly and held each other's sides, both thrilled, both in love, both overwhelmed, and both knowing they didn't feel the full gravity of what they had done yet.
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Redressing was a quiet affair. The server room was dark and cast in purple again. As the shock slowly wore off, the mom and son were beginning to internalize what had happened, along with the permanent consequences.
Spencer squeezed back into his underwear and tight pants. Breanna was back in her costume except for her thong. It was soaked beyond salvation, and she knew she would have to drive home with it stashed in her bag.
Despite being fully dressed -- well, as clothed as they were when they had entered -- they lingered in the small backroom. They both seemed to realize that as soon as they left, what they had done would become real.
Spencer was picking at his fingers when his mom suddenly took his hand and smiled. "Let's go home."
They re-emerged into the cavernous pit of noise, people, and screams, and they pushed their way to the front door. As promised, Breanna tipped the seated bouncer an extra hundred dollars. Her hand slid in and out of his pocket so quickly, by the time it registered to him that someone had touched his dick, Breanna and Spencer were walking down the sidewalk, holding hands and snickering. The sky was black, and neither knew the time or cared.
"Are you ever going to text that guy again?" Spencer asked.
"Who, Mark? If you have the balls to ask me on a date here next year."
Spencer straightened his spine, tightened his wrist, and took control of their pace back to the car. Breanna looked fondly at her growing man.
*****12
Their bodies were exhausted, and the thought of a three-hour car ride home through the dark made their eyelids feel heavier and their shoulders hunch forward. Still, the mother and son set off anyway.
It didn't take long for Spencer's staring to reinvigorate them. After stopping at traffic lights to kiss, then to make out, and then to feel each other's bodies, they came to a stop in a dirt turn-out on the side Interstate 5, about twenty miles outside San Diego.
The sex was loud and clunky in the cramped backseat bench of the SUV. They had been suffering from racing minds and raging hormones, so they put each other at ease with quick sex that ended with Spencer spurting onto his mom's flat tummy.
With their naked bodies slowly rising and falling, and their combined juices dripping down their thighs and onto Spencer's shirt laid beneath them, the mother and son gazed at the faint stars through the moonroof.
Spencer could hardly believe he was being held by his mom, that his head was nestled on her warm breasts, and her fingers were motheringly but romantically twirling in his hair. But he felt at peace. Somewhat,
"How are we gonna handle this at home?"
"Hmm? What do you mean?"
"Like, hiding this from dad." Spencer lifted his head, breathing ominously. But his mom oddly chuckled and rolled her eyes.
"Your dad knows."
"What?!" Spencer shot up straight, shaking his head. "No, he doesn't!"
"Yes, he does. Of course, he does," she grinned. "I admit I'm good, but I don't think I would've gotten away with something like this. Ever since I told him you were the one spying at Mr. Common's house, and that you tried blackmailing me into sex, he's been just as excited as I am, hehe!"
"Dad loves you. He'd never allow you to do this. He'd never let me do this," Spencer loudly argued.
Breanna's smile was smug but forgiving. "You're right, he does love me. And I love him. That's why he lets me have fun. And because he loves you, too, he was pretty excited about my idea to have sex with you."
The son stared, and the mother added, "He loves the idea of other men having me... just like you do. You're definitely your father's son."
"Stop!" Spencer pushed his ears in, desperate to think clearly. He was flustered and confused, unsure what to believe. It was so easy for his mom to lie to and torment men to get what she wanted. He refused to fall for it again, especially for something so difficult to untangle.
"Honey, I'm not--"
"Stop! You're just saying this because, even though you completed your part of the deal, you're afraid I'm gonna use what happened today as leverage. You think I'm gonna blackmail you again. So, you want me to think it's no big deal and that he knows."
The mother swept sweaty strands of hair from her entertained face. "Oh, really?"
"Yeah! I know what you're doing."
"Hmm..." she shrugged. "Well, if you really feel that way, when we get home, you and I can sit your dad down and tell him what we did. Every sexy detail. Trust me, he'll love it. He loves hearing about it every time."
As convincing as his mom's acting was, Spencer knew her story was bullshit. He had factual evidence that no lie could undo. "I know what you're doing, mom. I saw you cheat at Mr. Common's party. You--"
"Haha!" Laughter filled the stale cabin. "Honey, I wasn't cheating. I--"
"No. No! Don't say it was a swingers' party or something like that. I know it wasn't. I saw what you did."
The laughter didn't stop, as Breanna seemed to love the inquisition, pinned down by her son's weight on her thighs. "Spence, listen to me! I told you right away, you didn't see what you think you saw. That was a swingers' party. Malcolm and Jeanine throw them all the time. They call them 'cocktail' parties because it's a bunch of cock chasing tail..." she waved her hand. "That, and it's better than writing 'swinging party' in an email. It's corny but pretty clever." After her son failed to laugh at the pun, Breanna added, "We've been going to them since you went off to school. We've gone to pretty much every one. I've been getting dicked down by strangers for much longer than that though."
Spencer could only stare at the leather seats and shake his head. "No, no, no. You're being all... you right now. I saw what happened. You waited till dad went to the bathroom, then you started dancing with those guys. And you were the only one dancing with a random person. Everyone else was with their partner. It was only you!" Spencer charged.
"First of all, he wasn't a random person. His name's Jeremy. He and his wife go to all the parties, too. We see them literally every two weeks. Secondly, you have no idea what was going on. You just looked through a window for a few minutes." Breanna propped herself up on her elbows. "At every party either three men or three women get to pick a partner first. Obviously, the person they want has to agree to it, but pretty much everyone always plays along. You saw me on a Guys' Choice night, Spencer. And, as I'm sure you can imagine, guys like to choose me. And by this point they pretty much all know the dancefloor is where I like to be picked up, haha!"
Breanna relaxed her chin and spoke calmly, "Spencer... think about it. Your dad knows guys are going to pick me. He walked away. One interested guy came up, but he was too nervous to ask me. Another guy had the balls to walk right up and tell me what he wanted. And I happily gave it to him."
The low, shadowy bushes outside the tinted window rustled in the breeze. Admittedly, Spencer was starting to second-guess himself. The problem was that his mom had tricked him so many times before, he had good reason to doubt her. She seemed comfortable under him, not able to move. She was interested and attractive, exactly as she'd want to appear. "Okay... Then explain why those men didn't come over til dad went to the bathroom. If everyone there knew it was a swingers' party, why would they care if dad was there?"
"Because of the rules."
"What rules?"
"The house rules, to keep everything fun and safe. Some are pretty dumb, but some are important. Anyway, because of some problems in the past — Cough! Always the husbands. Cough! — Jeanine made the rule that you have to head into another room if your partner is getting picked up. That's why your dad left. And if he went into the bathroom, then I guess he actually had to go to the bathroom, haha! Now that I think about it, he did seem pretty relaxed when he came back to check on me. Maybe he just jerked off."
As waves of shadows and light swept over the contours of his mom's face from the distant headlights, Spencer swelled with a sense of control and vindication. Finally, he had caught his mom in a lie she couldn't wiggle out of. "He went to the bathroom before any guy came up to you..." The son smiled. "I saw you. You spent the whole time looking around to make sure dad couldn't see you. You rushed through the blowjob. Then you told the guy to keep quiet! Obviously, you weren't so fine with dad knowing then. Obviously, you weren't okay with-- You weren't--"
His mom's belting laughter echoed through the car, and her body shook under his weight. Her head rolled back, and she surprisingly sat up and pulled his neck down to plant a kiss on his lips, swirling her tongue around his.
"Ahh-ah!" She regained her breathing and looked up lovingly with glistening eyes, stroking his cheek. "Spence, you have the best brain in the family, but sometimes you outthink your common sense. Maybe you should stick to computer investigations."
Her comment came off more admiring than insulting. And Spencer looked lost.
"Honey, think about it... We go to those parties all the time. Playtime starts around 9:30 every time. Your dad knows I get picked right away every time. It actually pisses a lot of the other women off," Breanna snickered. She could see the gears churning in her son's head.
"Your dad knows the drill. He loves it. It's like Christmas morning to him. He gets all excited, looking around to see who's giving me the 'fuck-me' eyes," she spoke with a reminiscent voice. "All that secret sneaking around with Jeremy? That was just me being a little naughty. Jeremy walked up behind me and told me he wanted to pound me, so I told him he had to earn it."
Breanna brattily bit her cheek and studied her son's quiet reaction. "He started grinding on me, it got really hot really quickly, and I told him I wanted to suck the soul out of his cock," she chuckled bashfully.
"Anyway, there's this rule. The men came up with it — big surprise — that you can only hook up with someone once before moving on, 'so more people can get to know each other.' Really, they just made the rule so they'd have a better chance of having fun with the hot women they wanted. Anyway, that's why I didn't want anyone to see me with Jeremy. I still wanted him to pound me like he promised without any of the women who hate me to pitch a fit and try to get me kicked out for breaking the rules."
The air was still, except for the humming road noise. Spencer moved his lips. "But, like..."
"Spencer. I wasn't hiding from your dad. Your father was literally the one person in the entire house I would've been fine with seeing me do that."
Reality began to set in for the nineteen-year-old, and he blushed in embarrassment, realizing how dumb and childish he had to seem to his mom. Her story made sense, much more sense than the story he had been telling himself. The son realized where they were... together, alone, naked, entangled, covered in each other's sweat and fluids, breathing in the stale steam and smell of each other's sex. How could this possibly happen if his mom hadn't planned it this way?
Why didn't she just tell you the truth from the beginning? Spencer wondered with frustration. But he knew why. If she told him, he wouldn't have believed it, and he would've been confused like he was now. Playing along with what he already believed was much simpler for his mom, and probably a lot more fun.
Why would she blow that guy in a room full of people, then? Why wouldn't she just slip out and get a room with him? But Spencer already knew why she chose to do it. It was mind-numbingly hot.
"So..." he finally said, "did you and Jeremy still end up...?"
"Oh, my god!" His mom rolled her eyes, covering her laughing face.
"What?"
"Of course, that's your question!"She was shaking her head, and Spencer didn't understand. "What do you mean? What's wrong with asking that? You said--"
"Nothing, nothing, nothing!" Breanna lunged and kissed him again, loudly. "Nothing's wrong with asking that, it's just... You," she beamed, holding her forehead against his.
Suddenly, Spencer felt very small and vulnerable in his mom's big, blue eyes, smiling deeply, omnipotently into his. He swallowed dryly and breathed, feeling his ears in her warm hands.
Their mouths met again, locking their lips and tongues slowly before breaking apart. Breanna's blonde head fell back onto the dark seat, more at peace than before. "After you left, I danced with your father a little more. Then he went off again, to chat with some cutie and give me my space. Then Jeremy came back, we danced again, then he took me to a bedroom, bent me over the bed, and pounded me just like he promised. There was a mirror in the room, so I got to watch him slide all eleven inches inside me. Then we watched each other fuck the other like crazy until he jizzed all over my ass."
Her slight giggle at the end did something to Spencer. He simply inhaled sharply, which drew his mom's full attention.
"I tell your father every detail of what I do. Every time. He loves it. I can do it for you, too..."
Spencer gulped again. There was no longer a doubt in his mind. "You're serious. You're not kidding. Dad knows. About all of this? Even that you were gonna have sex with me?!"
"Of course." She suddenly popped up excitedly, smacking his thigh. "Here, scoot!"
Spencer got off and watched his mom bend over and dig into the center console up in front.
"Here..." she awkwardly stumbled back and plopped down next to him. She offered a white envelope between her fingers. "I wasn't allowed to read it," she feigned offense, biting her smile. "He told me to give this to you 'if, and only if your date is successful and he seems accepting of our marital arrangement.'"
His mom's impression was terrible, yet somehow spot-on. Spencer chuckled and said yes to the envelope, tearing it open nervously. He unfolded the yellow legal paper, instantly recognizing his dad's handwriting and his words.
"Hello Spencer,
Congrats on your big day!
I'm sure you feel like the luckiest man in the world right now, and I don't want to take too much time from your special day. Your mother is the most beautiful, caring, sexy, intelligent, talented, and loving partner any man could ask for, and I hope you appreciate every moment you get to share with her.
While I know this evolution of your relationship will bring you two closer as mother and son, I also hope it will help you and I bond more as father and son. I am proud and thrilled to be sharing the best part of me with you.
By now, your mother has explained our marital arrangement to you. Recent events have caused me to re-examine our arrangement, my role as a husband and father, your growth as a man, and the love in our family. After deep discussion, your mother and I agree we both want you to join us as an equal partner in our sexual relationship."
Spencer stopped reading and looked over the tall, yellow paper. His mom was sucking her lips like she was trying to contain her excitement. Though her eyes were uncharacteristically anxious. He could tell she wanted to lean over and read the letter to learn what his dad wrote, but she had just enough discipline and respect to act casual.
With shortened breaths and warm head swelling with questions, Spencer returned to the long letter.
"Whether you realize it or not, today was a day of great trust. Never before had your mother engaged with other men without me present. She went with you to a new city and a new environment to be vulnerable with strangers, and she entrusted you with her safety, comfort, and happiness. Whether you realize it or not, you had to fulfill my responsibilities as her partner. If you are reading this letter, you did your mother and me proud.
None of this needs to be decided or even considered today. Over the coming weeks, I encourage you to let your mom introduce you to more of my responsibilities and privileges of being her partner. I also encourage you to consider the potential negative consequences. Then, if and when you decide you are ready, we can all sit down and discuss how to build a new relationship as a family. I have no doubt you and I can work together to share your mom in a way that leads to all three of us being happier than we ever thought possible.
All that aside, I can't help but think what a poor father I would be if I failed to give my son advice for his big date! I know you might be reading this too late, but the advice will be just as good tomorrow.
Firstly, your mother's sexiest asset is her brain (though her breasts are a close second, hah!). She enjoys nothing more than sexually manipulating men. My advice is to fight it. You will never win, but she will love the challenge, and you will enjoy the reward.
Secondly, listen to all of her advice and instruction. Not only is she more experienced, she understands your needs more than you do, and she is also your mother!
Thirdly, you may have already noticed how your mother gravitates toward well-hung gentlemen when swinging. Never forget that swinging for your mom is about novelty, physical pleasure, and knowing I (and now you) will find it sexy. Stimulate her mind, and you will turn her on more than any random man ever could.
Finally, you may have noticed how your mother has not let any man finish inside her vagina, including you. We have rules for trusted people who can finish in her mouth, but only I am allowed to finish in her vagina without protection. My advice to you, when you are done reading this letter, is to look your mom in the eye and say exactly this:
'Hey, mom, Dad says while I'm deciding if I want to be your partner, I have his permission to cum in your perfect pussy as much as I want. Can I please have your permission, too? I'd love to fuck you until I shoot a hot load in your pussy right now!'
(See where that gets you!)
Spencer, I hope you savor every moment of today and every moment you get to spend with your mother from here forward. She loves you more than you will ever know.
Love,
Dad
P.S. I may not have seen it yet, but according to your mother, the video you recorded of her treating a man to the time of his life at Mr. Common's cocktail party is rather exciting! Going forward, let's continue to record those moments and share them for all three of us to appreciate. (If you were not able to today, I understand. This morning I asked your mother to record any moments she could, but she may have been too focused getting ready for her date!)"
In the darkened cabin, Breanna could hear the shakiness in her son's labored breaths, and she could see the ripples in the yellow notepad paper caused by his trembling hands. His forehead and blank eyes reappeared, as he seemed lost in the depths of his mind. Breanna didn't know what her husband wrote, but knowing him and their conversations, she had an idea.
"So... What does it say?" she finally caved. Her son was silent, and her gaze fell to his lap. "Um..." she giggled lightly. "I'm guessing it was gooood?"
With a boyish smile, Spencer burned red and looked at his feet. "Yeaahhh," he said, his voice wavering. He wanted to ask his mom the question his dad prepared for him, but he couldn't. He was suddenly nervous again, hands sweating. And it felt weird to ask such a significant question with someone else's words.
"I know that's a private letter, but do you wanna talk about any of it?"
Folding and creasing the paper around two lines of small, neat text, Spencer held it up to his mom. "He told me to ask you this..." He watched her eyebrow cock in curiosity, and then the other joined it in surprise.
"You have a good dad," Breanna smiled, and Spencer nodded in agreement. They read each other's eyes before romantically locking lips again.
As Spencer poked his tongue out, Breanna pulled away and pushed her lips against his ear. Whispering with a hot, soft breath, she advised, "I know you have a question you want to ask me. And I really wanna hear it. But it's getting late, and we have a long drive back. If we stop every time we wanna fuck or make out, we will never get home." She snickered, as did Spencer. "So... How about this... Tomorrow morning, when my boobs are properly cleaned, I'll wake you up with a special surprise, and then I'll teach you the right ways to suck a woman's nipples. And then... you can ask me whatever question you want."
His arms and fingers flexed and gripped tighter and tighter until Spencer grunted. "God! I love you, Mom." He pushed his lips onto hers and lid the length of his tongue into her mouth. Hers greeted him fanatically.
All Breanna wanted to do was tell her son she loved him too, but she couldn't bring herself to pull her tongue from his mouth.
The blonde mother sat up higher and swung her leg over her son, kneeling over him on the cushioned seats, letting him pull her in as tightly as he could. She finally broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, grabbing his cock as she guided it into her soft, wet pussy lips.
It was the longest drive of their lives.
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