Bab 2321: MOTHER'S SHAMEFUL URGE
"Daniel, what in the world do you think you're doing?" Tracey asked, barely containing her shock. She usually called her son Dan or Danny. Daniel was reserved for times like this when she needed to sound serious.
"What does it look like, Mom?"
The still young, single mother had simply been standing at the sink washing out the wine glasses from an evening with friends -- all single and divorced mothers close to her age who got together at one of their houses every week or so. The last of her friends had left about ten minutes before, and while she was standing at the sink, Daniel came up behind her, pressed his enormous, young body up against her from behind, and then reached around her and began fondling her braless tits through her dress.
"I can't even bring myself to say it," she retorted. "But I don't think I need to tell you how incredibly inappropriate this is."
At eighteen, Daniel stood six feet tall and was built like a muscular Adonis from his life of avid athletics. His hands were huge, and they managed to cup his mother's full, C cup-filling tits with ease, squeezing and kneading her heavy orbs through the thin material covering all but the rounded inner curves. It would have been a simple feat for Daniel to slip his hands inside his mother's lowcut dress and feel them without any fabric in the way, but he merely massaged her firm flesh through the dress. As bold as he was acting, his mother supposed there had to some boyish shyness still holding him back. She had no idea what had come over him. At the same time, she had no idea why she hadn't slapped his hands away.
"I think it's very appropriate," the brash young man told his mother. "You've got amazing tits, Mom. And I've been going crazy looking at them in this dress all night."
Tracy was wearing a purple, form-hugging dress with a short hemline and plunging, V shaped neckline. Danny was usually hovering nearby when his mother's friends came over to socialize. They were very good looking group of women, and they all doted on the boy when he showed up to flirt with them. Tracy knew a few of them would probably spread their legs for the young hulk at the drop of a hat, which only made her proud of her amazing son in ways she would never admit aloud.
"Well, you shouldn't be looking at your own mother that way," she reprimanded him. The problem for Tracy was that she had especially sensitive boobs, and feeling a pair of hands as big and strong as her son's fondling them was making her feel better than she should have.
"I can't help it," he told her, giving her heavy orbs a firm squeeze. "You look so good in this dress. You know, you're much hotter than any of your friends, and a couple of them are pretty hot, too."
Tracy felt herself blush at her son's compliment. At least her back was to him and he couldn't see, but by now there was no way he could miss the taut hardening of her nipples. And when her nipples got hard it was pretty much impossible to resist the feeling of a strong pair of hands on her tits. But her own son's hands? It was too wicked to even imagine, except that she wasn't imagining this.
"Sweetheart, I'm happy you think you have a good looking mother, but this is no way for a boy to express himself."
Daniel pressed his face into his mother's silky, dark brown hair and inhaled deeply, ignoring her admonishments. "Mmmm, Mom, you always smell so good."
He was pressing his body up even tighter, now pinning his mother between himself and the counter. Tracy was a pretty athletic woman herself, and she could have slipped her son's hold, but her hands wet. There were more wine glasses to finish washing. She had to get the job done, didn't she?
Then Tracy nearly froze with shock. Her son's cock was growing hard against her ass and he was grinding that rapidly swelling shaft against her firm, round buttocks. When she felt the sheer size of the boy's erection she reminded herself he wasn't really a boy anymore. This was a long, thick, rock hard man cock grinding against her body and making her pussy quiver with dripping heat.
"Daniel, this is wrong. Oh my god, it's just so wrong. You have to stop," Tracy protested.
But the fit, voluptuous mother never made a move to stop what was happening. If anything, she found herself pushing her tightly curved ass backward into her son's cock bulge. Her pussy was rapidly heating, leaving her mind in a blur.
"God, Mom, you feel amazing," Daniel moaned.
Now Tracy could feel the heat of his heavy breathing on her neck. His hands were practically mauling her firm tits and he started grasping at her swollen nipples through her dress. He never slipped his hands under the dress, despite the fact that she started wishing he would. She gasped in surprise when he readjusted his cock to an upright position and mashed his shaft into the cleft between her cheeks, dry humping the groove through her clothes.
"Daniel, no, ohhhh no, we have to stop this right now!" she cried.
But her heart was pounding wildly as her powerful son pinned her body tightly against the counter. He was starting to gasp heavily as he mashed and humped his cock against her ass, squeezing her tits ever tighter. His shaft felt enormous. If it weren't for their clothes her son's cock would probably be inside her. That would be a complete disaster no matter how hard he made his mother cum.
Tracy couldn't help imagining what those powerful thrusts would feel like if she had that cock in her pussy, though. He was grinding against her desperately, shoving her body against the counter and giving her an unforgettable demonstration of the intense power in his young hips.
"Oh god, Mom, fuck!" the boy growled deeply.
His big, hard body stiffened against her and Tracy could swear she felt the pulsing of his cock as a hot load of cum spewed from his shaft. At least he was cumming in his pants and not in his mother's pussy. But as he gave her a final kiss on the neck and pushed himself away, he left her leaning against the counter, breathless while her aching pussy dripped heavily into her panties.
By the time she turned around, Daniel was already walking through the kitchen doorway. If it weren't for the aching wetness between her legs, Tracy wouldn't be sure such an unbelievable thing even happened.
Hearing the sound of the shower turning on in the bathroom upstairs, Tracy went up quietly on still trembling legs. She went into Daniel's room and found the loose, drawstring pants and briefs he'd been wearing. Picking them up, she confirmed her worst fear. Both layers of clothing were soaked with cum. And the size of the wet spot was huge. She couldn't imagine how much spunk her boy must have squirted to soak both garments that much. She set them back down and tried to arrange them just as she found them, then snuck back out of the room.
Tracy didn't know how to face her son after what happened, and she was relieved he spent the rest of the night in his room. She found herself in her own room, pacing back and forth, trying to make sense of an event that simply defied all logic. How could her own son just come out of nowhere and manhandle her mother's body like he had the right to? And the way he'd humped his cock against her firm ass until he actually came was beyond comprehension. The woman's mind was in a whirl.
The more she tried to turn those recent events over in her mind, the more she just thought about the way Danny's big hands groped her tits. The way his cock felt grinding against her ass. She didn't want to feel that demanding ache he'd left her with. He was her son. She shouldn't be getting wet in her panties after the way he shoved her against the counter and got himself off against her body. Why didn't she just wrench herself out of his grasp and slap him right in the face? The only possible explanation was that she'd been without a man for much too long. The feeling of that big, hard cock throbbing with need for her was stronger than her sense of right and wrong.
While Tracy slipped out of her revealing dress, leaving herself naked except for the sodden panties she still had on, she told herself she should probably stop wearing outfits that showed off too much of her body in front of her son. Obviously, the boy was too horny to care that she was his own mother. She knew she had plenty of appeal to all kinds of guys, and it was natural for Daniel to want a woman as attractive and well-built as Tracy. But weren't most people supposed to have some built-in filter to keep them from responding to sexual urges for someone they're directly related to? Maybe Daniel's was wired the wrong way. But what did that say about her as she raked her fingertips over the wet gusset of her skimpy panties and thought about his hands on her tits?
Tracy brought her hands up to her tits and squeezed them. She toyed with her sensitive nipples, which only made the cloying drip in her pussy even worse. Yet it only made her think of Daniel's hands, so much bigger and stronger than her own. And the way he made her heart pound when he just grabbed her tits like he owned them. Her pussy was demanding attention as she went into her adjacent bathroom and slipped off her soaked panties, tossing them into her dirty laundry hamper.
She sat down on the toilet, leaned back and spread her legs. As she dragged her fingers up and down her slick pussy lips she breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, her son hadn't tried to touch her there. If he had she would have melt all around his fingers and there would've been nothing she could do about it. It was a wicked thing that she'd responded to her son's groping hands in a way she never responded to anyone else. And it wasn't simply the shock of his horny audacity. No. But there in the privacy of her bathroom, sitting on the toilet with her fingers stroking her wet, sensitive pussy lips, Tracy had to confess it had everything to do with those big, groping hands belonging to her son. Her Daniel. The boy she had loved and cared for like no one else in her life. And now he was showing his beautiful mother what a man she had raised.
Tracy let out a long, throaty sigh. Her fingers were now wet with her creamy secretions. She kept thinking about her son's amazing hands, his cock that felt so huge and powerful grinding against her. She could only imagine the sheer magnificence of Daniel's organ in the flesh. The way he would pulse and ache as his loving mother held his shaft. Stroking it for him. Making him moan with need for her. She was afraid to even imagine how that long, thick member would feel thrusting deep into the very same hole he was born from.
A delicious and irresistible pressure was building within Tracy's pussy. She pushed one hand underneath and began pumping a pair of fingers in and out of her slick hole while she vigorously rubbed her clit with the other hand. The memory of Daniel's impossibly swollen cock mashing into her ass, his cum spurting uncontrollably into his pants, was so vivid now. Working her pussy steadily with both hands. She gasped and started to cum harder than she'd cum in months, maybe years.
Only then did Tracy realize part of the pressure building inside her was from all the wine she'd had earlier, and before her climax peaked she lost control of her mind and body all at once. Suddenly, a burst of pee spurted out against her pumping finger. She was too far gone into her orgasm to stop and she just let everything go. She peed and came and wet her fingers as her body took its double relief. And it seemed as if the feeling of one thing magnified the other. Tracy came until her body was shaking and she left herself sitting breathless on the toilet with soaking wet hands.
As she leaned back and caught her breath, Tracy felt disgusted with herself. She didn't know when she'd felt so ashamed. At least it had only happened in total privacy and there was only herself to make her feel like the filthy creature she had to be. And yet, there was also a feeling of such content and satisfaction. However, it was one she could never allow herself to indulge in again.
She stood up, still feeling a little wobbly, and washed her hands three times, as if she could wash away the sordid thoughts that reduced her to such a shameful low. She then wet a face towel with warm water and thoroughly wiped her upper thighs and pussy clean, rubbing herself much harder than necessary, as if she deserved to punish herself for what she'd done.
After doing a hasty job of removing her makeup and washing her face, Tracy finally went to bed. She didn't usually sleep naked, but she was too distracted to think twice about it.
*
The next few days went by in a bizarre kind of fog, starting from the morning after Daniel first groped his mother in the kitchen. It was the first thing on Tracy's mind as soon as she woke up. She had trouble convincing herself it really happened, that it wasn't just some sordid sex dream she had after a few glasses of wine with her friends. But it happened. She knew it had, and she had no idea what to think about it. It was even worse remembering the way she'd fingered herself on the toilet and made herself pee and cum at the same time.
With the bright, morning light streaming in her window, Tracy decided it was all just some freak occurrence that would never repeat itself. It certainly wasn't Daniel's normal way of treating his mother. Circumstances had simply gotten the best of them. Everything would be the way it was before last night. She decided not to say anything about it to her son. It wasn't worth making more out of it than necessary and drawing their attention to something that should never have happened in the first place.
Even so, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to start dressing more conservatively around Daniel. This idea was a little disappointing, though. Tracy worked hard on getting her body to look the way it did, and she liked being able to show off the results. Besides, she'd been showing off her tits in lowcut outfits for years. Why should it suddenly be such a problem? Then again, she barely even owned any conservative looking clothes. It probably would've been worse to make any sudden changes, so Tracy didn't see the point of rushing out just to buy some frumpy outfits on purpose. She could take care of that whenever. For now, the best idea seemed to be to just keep going as if nothing happened. Let it blow over.
Her theory seemed to work, too. At least for most of the day. It helped that Daniel wasn't home for most of it. Tracy started out with a good, hour-long workout session in their makeshift gym setup in the basement. Exercise was like therapy or meditation for her, and when she went back upstairs to shower and change her mind felt rebooted. She wasn't even thinking about her son's lapse in normal behavior when she put on a light pink T shirt that covered her bust completely, but didn't bother putting on a bra. Then she pulled on a pair of black yoga pants without panties and a pair of flat-heeled sandals. It would be a comfortable outfit to work in, and if she had to do any video conferencing no one would be able to see she was going braless.
Tracy operated an independent accounting service and was able to do most of her work right from her home office. It made things that much easier for her when the pandemic swept through the country. At first, Daniel stayed home all the time except for going with his mother on market runs or trips for any other essentials. But several months in, they both had started to socialize again, being careful to stay in the groups of people and keeping to only small gatherings.
Daniel's mother trusted his word that he was being careful when he went out on his own. He was good about keeping up with his classes online, but he was still just eighteen and needed to get out of the house. He stopped going to parties for now, but would hang out with a small circle of friends or go to the neighborhood basketball court. Tracy never knew exactly what her son was doing while he was out, but she felt secure that he was staying careful and safe.
The drawback to Daniel keeping his own schedule was that his mother never knew when he might be in or out of the house. This made indulging in the private pleasures that kept her stress level under control a tricky proposition. Most of the time she felt relegated to the bath or shower, or a late night indulgence like the one she had last night. But it probably wasn't wise to try touching herself now. It would only bring back all those feelings for her audacious son that disgusted her if she thought about them too much.
She decided to call her friend, Sandra, to see if she felt like getting together for a late lunch. Out of all Tracy's friends, Sandra was the only one she could imagine confiding in about what happened with Daniel, but even the open-minded blonde would probably think she had lost her mind. What Tracy really needed was someone to help distract her. That should help keep her mind from wandering anywhere dangerous, so she picked up her phone and made the call.
*
Sandra's phone started to vibrate with an incoming call. She was on her knees between her son, Matt's, open legs, and she had his large, fully erect cock in her hand. Matt was slouched low on their living room couch with his shorts on the floor and the bottom of his T shirt lifted partway up his cobbled abs. The eighteen year old's eyes were on his beautiful, blonde mother as she paused to look at the screen of her phone on the coffee table. When she saw the familiar name, her hand paused in stroking her son's impressive cock, but she kept holding him as she smiled and looked over at Daniel sitting in the easy chair off to the side of the couch.
"It's your mother," she told Daniel with a coy smile. "I'm guessing she wants to get together."
Daniel was still rubbing his swollen cock through his shorts. Sandra and Matt had been letting him watch them play for the past few weeks, but this was the first time the mother and son couple had been interrupted this way. Daniel didn't say anything. He'd told Matt but not Sandra what happened at his house the night before, but he knew Sandra was aware of his feelings for his mother. Now he just waited to see what the blonde was going to do.
The blonde hit the green answer button on her phone, leaving it on the coffee table after setting it on speaker mode. "Hi Trace," she said, giving Daniel a teasing wink.
Daniel had been waiting for Sandra to start sucking her son's cock before taking his own out of his shorts, but with the blonde on the phone with his mother now he couldn't wait any longer. He pushed his shorts down past his balls and started stroking his rod slowly.
Sandra was taller than Tracy, with a generally more slender build yet had a heavy, round pair of tits at least as big as her brunette friend's. And she probably liked showing them off even more than Tracy. Today, Sandra was wearing a white miniskirt with a purple blouse that plunged all the way to her navel, leaving her braless tits mostly exposed. She leaned over and licked Matt's cock while they all listened to Tracy ask if she wanted to get together.
"I'd love to, Trace," Sandra told her friend. "But I'm really pretty busy with something here at home." She pulled her blouse all the way open to completely expose her big, smooth tits, then she gave the shaft of her son's cock a long, luxurious lick all the way up the shaft.
Daniel's dick was throbbing in the slow stroke of his fist. He couldn't believe Sandra was talking to his mother while playing with her son's cock. His best friend's cock. He loved watching Sandra perform with Matt, but it never failed to make him think more and more of his own, amazingly hot mother. She was the one who truly occupied the deepest recesses of his mind. But if he hadn't been watching Sandra play with Matt these last few weeks, he didn't think he would ever have lost him mind and grabbed his mother the way he did last night.Daniel and Matt had broken the ice a couple of months ago when it came to talking about their mothers. Sandra and Tracy were more than a healthy teen boy could ignore, even for their own sons. Then one day Matt admitted to Daniel that he and his mother started making each other feel good. It had been Sandra's idea to let Daniel watch. She'd had exhibitionist fantasies for years, and the past few weeks had been making her giddy with happy excitement to be able to suck and stroke dick even for an audience of one. Yet it also made her feel good to be able to express her deep love for her son openly. The rest of the time, when her husband was home, the mood around the house was somber and tense.
"Is it really that important?" Tracy asked. "Are you it's not something that could wait until later?"
Sandra gave Daniel another wink, then turned her eyes on Matt's cock as her hand slipped up and down his sturdy shaft.
"Hmm, no, I really don't think this can wait," the blonde told her friend. "It needs my immediate attention." On that, Sandra took the tip of her son's cock into her mouth and silently sucked the head.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Tracy's voice came from her phone speaker.
Sandra released Matt's cock. "All part of keeping a happy home, I guess. Is everything okay? You sound...I dunno...a little off."
Daniel knew exactly why his mother sounded so preoccupied, and a glance from Matt told him his friend understood, too. But then both boys couldn't keep from turning their attention back to Sandra as she kept her grip on her son's cock and waited for Tracy to respond.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that."
Sandra gave Matt's cock a long lick up his shaft before replying.
"Is everything okay?" the blonde asked.
Her expression was a little more serious now, but she kept her eyes on her son's cock as she casually stroked his shaft. Daniel was worried, too, wondering what his mother might say. Yet watching Sandra perform was making his cock throb as hard as it always did. With his mother's voice on the speaker it was almost like she was there with them, and that made the ache in Daniel's shaft even worse.
"Everything's, umm, fine, I guess," Tracy's dubious voice announced.
"Are you sure?" the blonde gave her an opening to continue, then she herself took Matt's cock back in her mouth and continued sucking him.
"I just need someone to commiserate with," Tracy said. "As another mother of a virile, handsome son."
This piqued Sandra's interest and she lifted her mouth off Matt's cock long to say, "Oh? Did something happen? Is everything okay?"
Daniel couldn't miss the blonde's glance as she went back to sucking his friend's cock. He kept stroking his rigid pole, wondering how much his mother was going to admit.
"I think so," Tracy said. "Oh, I don't know. It's probably easier for you since you have Jack. Matt has his father in the house as a role model."
Sandra released Matt's cock again. "He's hardly ever home," she told the other woman. "And trust me, it's much better here when he's gone."
As if to silently emphasize her point, Sandra rapidly flicked her tongue up and down the underside of her son's dick shaft. "Did Dan do something bad?" she added before taking Matt's organ back between her lips.
Daniel's heart raced. He realized he didn't care if his mother told Sandra what he did. Matt already knew, so that didn't matter at all. He started stroking his rod faster while his mother spent a minute avoiding a direct answer. The sound of his mother's voice was in his ear while his eyes were set straight on her friend's lips as the encircled her son's spit-soaked shaft.
"Not bad," Tracy finally said. "I mean, not too bad. More like surprising. Or, um, even a little shocking."
As hot as it was to watch a mother as sexy as Sandra suck her own son's cock, Daniel couldn't stop thinking about the way his mother's body had felt the night before. It sounded like she was close to revealing his bold behavior while he thought of the way her tits had felt, even through her dress. Her ass felt so firm, almost hard from the exercise she did every day, and shaped like a perfectly sculpted pair of bubbles. Seeing Sandra with Matt only made him want his own mother that much more. Besides, who deserved a woman as much as her own son? Matt and Sandra were visible proof.
Daniel and Matt both knew plenty of girls their age, and either of them could easily have their pick, but that day they opened up to each other they both agreed that no one affected them the way their mothers did. Daniel knew he'd taken his mother by surprise. He didn't know what he was thinking at the time. She'd just been standing at the sink and her ass and legs were driving him up the wall. She'd protested, of course, but she never tried to push him off. The pressure of his cock must've felt good to her. At the very least, she was curious despite her surprise.
"Shocking?" Sandra asked, lifting her head off Matt's cock once again. This time she gazed straight at Daniel, leveling a curious pair of eyes on him. There was an excited gleam in her eyes as she lowered them from the boy's face to his cock.
"Oh, I don't know if I should say shocking, but..." Tracy forced a laugh. "It's just a little crazy. I shouldn't even be talking about it. I'm sorry I bothered you when you have things to take care of there."
"Well, one really important thing," the blonde said, planting a silent kiss on her son's cock shaft.
The way Sandra then looked up at Matt made Daniel's cock ooze a drabble of precum. The blonde was fun and sexy when she performed in front of him, thoroughly loving the way she teased him, but the way she looked at Matt was like something he could never describe. He longed for his own mother to look at him that way. Like a man she wanted and needed in her life in every way.
Sandra started sucking Matt's hard on again while Tracy half stammered through a pretty heavily edited version of what happened in her kitchen the night before. She said Daniel had hugged her. Really hugged her. The way a man hugs a lover. Sandra paused in blowing her son to ask the other woman to be more specific. Matt was going crazy with his mother stopping and starting a blowjob every time she had to say something to Tracy. Daniel could tell his friend was wishing his mother hadn't answered the call.
"I -- I -- could feel his cock against me," Tracy confessed haltingly.
Sandra stopped sucking again and looked at Daniel with a wide-eyed grin. "Did it feel good?" the blonde asked her friend.
"Oh my god, what kind of question is that?" Tracy whipped back. "He's my son, Sandra."
Sandra laughed. "Yes, I already know he's your son. But you're avoiding the question, which makes me think the answer is yes."
"Oh god," Tracy broke down. "He was so hard. I tried to tell him how wrong it was, but I can't help how much I loved the way he held me and how good that big cock felt up against me. Oh my god, I have to be the worst mother in the world now."
Sandra giggled, still stroking Matt but looking at Daniel. "I don't think he'd agree with you."
Tracy couldn't help but laugh too. "This isn't funny, Sandra," she tried to insist, but then she asked if Matt had ever done anything like that to her.
"Hmmm, maybe we should get together and have a talk," the blonde told her. "How about tomorrow?"
"Sandra? Are you saying what I think?"
"Not on the phone, sweetie. This should be a face to face conversation."
"Oh my god," Tracy nearly moaned. But she agreed to meet her friend and they ended the call.
Sandra looked at Daniel again. "I think you've been a bad boy," she giggled.
Daniel actually blushed and Matt was grinning at him. Then Sandra went back to sucking her son's cock. She kept her lips sliding up and down the boy's thick, hard shaft steadily, going faster now that she wasn't trying to talk to Tracy. Matt was moaning with pleasure while Daniel was stroking his shaft hard and fast. And the moment his friend growled and arched his back, he knew Matt was filling his thirsty mother's mouth with warm cream. Daniel was thinking about his mother when he exploded and spurted cum all over his hand and the front of his T shirt.
Once Sandra made Matt cum, they practically forgot Daniel was even there. It happened the same way every time. The blonde mother got up and snuggled up to her son on the couch while held his mother protectively in his arms and buried his face in her silky hair. Daniel put his cock away and left them alone, not knowing how he was going to look his mother in the eye when he got back home.
While Sandra cuddled up with her son after Daniel was gone, she couldn't resist cupping his spent cock and balls in her hand, gently fondling them. This was one of her favorites things about the rapidly changing relationship she was forging with her son, that warm, glorious afterglow from giving him so much pleasure. No one else had ever made her feel the same way. Certainly not the boy's father. Not ever. It was a long time now, years, since her younger days when she first began transforming herself into a stunning object of pleasure. And as good as she became at pleasing men, the most pleasure was really for her. She loved every second of it.
Yet when she married Jack she probably surprised herself more than anyone that she remained faithful to him for all those years. Up until a few weeks ago when everything changed with Matt. As she looked back, it had been building for a long time. She'd obviously never really gotten over her deep-seated naughty streak, but the way her son held and kissed her after they played was like nothing she'd ever felt before. He certainly loved and craved the way she made him cum, and he was just as aroused as she was when she showed off in front of Daniel, but there was something so much deeper. He was her son, and he was completely devoted to her.
Once they were alone, they spent a long time just kissing. Matt cupped his mother's large tits in his hand while she continued to fondle his gradually recovering cock.
"Are you gonna tell Danny's mom about us?" he asked during a pause for breath.
"Yes, baby, I'm pretty sure I will. Is that okay with you?"
"I don't mind. I mean, Danny knows so why not his mom, too?"
"You knew there was something going on with them, didn't you?"
Matt smiled. "Yeah. They're like we were a couple months ago. Guys talk, you know."
"Hmm," the blonde smiled a little skeptically. "So do mothers."
Matt's cock was quickly returning to the hard, swollen state he was in when his mother was sucking him off in front of his friend. Sandra loved knowing he felt the same way about playing in front of Daniel that she did. For them, it wasn't about sharing her with the other boy, but being able to show someone else how they belonged to each other. It wasn't the kind of thing you could just tell anyone.
Sandra pulled her skirt around her hips and moved over Matt, straddling his lap. She reached down and held his cock while she lowered her wet pussy onto his shaft. Both mother and son groaned at the pleasure they shared over Sandra's hot sheath slipping down and swallowing up the boy's throbbing pole into her body.
"Why don't we fuck in front of Danny?" Matt asked, before his mother started to ride him. "Why only handjobs and blowjobs?"
"We have to keep a few things just for us, don't you think, baby?"
Sandra giggled girlishly as she began to rise and fall on that big, sturdy cock of her son's. It pleased her to no end to know he'd agree to pretty much anything while he had his beautiful mother riding his cock and rubbing her big, smooth tits in his face. It wasn't long before she was riding the boy hard and fast, using her whole body to milk his throbbing dick.
"Give Mommy that cum, baby," Sandra moaned. "I need it before your father gets home."
*
After her phone call with Sandra, Tracy left the house. She didn't have anywhere in particular to go, she simply needed to get away. Facing Daniel when he came home from wherever he'd gone didn't feel like a good option after Sandra hinted at something scandalous going on between her and her own son.
It wasn't Tracy's usual practice to go out without a bra or panties on, but she hadn't been thinking about anything other than Sandra's suggestive tone. It didn't make sense, but the way her friend had been so easily accepting of the way she confessed loving the way Daniel's cock had felt rubbing on her somehow made her feel even more ashamed of herself. Her face was flush with shame as she drove aimlessly, finding herself driving by a few of the spots where Daniel was likely to go. But he wasn't in any of them, not on the neighborhood basketball court or the public pool. Not at the park.
The next most likely place her son would have gone was to Matt's house, and that was the last place Tracy was going now. What if he'd actually been there when she was talking to Sandra? Could her son have any idea of whatever inappropriate activities the blonde had hinted at? He and Matt were as close as brothers so it wouldn't come as a huge surprise. Would Daniel have told Matt what he did to his own mother in the kitchen last night?
Tracy finally parked her minivan in a quiet area of the park and shut off the engine. She sat in her vehicle with the windows down and tried some of the meditation techniques she learned in her yoga class. She managed to calm down a little, but it was impossible to keep so many unsettling questions from plaguing her mind. It felt like torture to have to wait to the following day to get some concrete answers out of her friend.
At first, Tracy had thought the best way to deal the previous night's incident would be to pretend it had never happened, but now that hardly seemed possible. She would always be thinking about it, and probably Daniel would be, too. And for that matter, it was impossible not to keep wondering what Sandra must be doing with Matt. Would she actually go as far as letting him fuck her? Her own son? She was a married woman, unlike Tracy, even if Jack didn't treat his wife with any love or respect.
Matt was his father's total opposite. Tracy could see how much the handsome, muscular teen loved his mother. Now that she thought about it, she'd caught the boy looking at his sexy mother the way any healthy man looks a woman as desirable as Sandra. This only reminded the brunette of the times she'd seen the same look in her own son's eyes. She'd missed it before because it wasn't what a woman ever expected to see in the eyes of a young man she gave birth to.
The very thought was outrageous. It was lewd. Sordid. Forbidden in every sense. Yet did that only make her that much more desirable? Did it make her that much greater a conquest to a young man with a cock as lusty and powerful was the one she felt shoving up to her ass at the kitchen sink the night before?
The feeling of Daniel's cock and hands on her was so vivid in her mind now, and it was making her pussy churn with heat. She wished she could stop thinking about it, but instead she looked around to make sure no one was too close to her vehicle and then slipped her hand into her yoga pants. The crotch was already showing a damp stain where her pussy had been growing moist. Her last wax had only been a couple of days before and her pussy felt as smooth as silk. Daniel would love it. And now, his mother imagined the boy tasting her, eager to impress her by how far he could shove his tongue into her welcoming hole.
Tracy whimpered and fingered her flushed sex lips, then pushing a finger into her sheath. She imagined her son's perfect lips enclosing her clit and sucking that pearl like he needed her taste in his mouth just to live another day. Her yoga pants stretched around her pivoting hand as she thrust a finger in and out of her hole, day dreaming of the very thing she'd left the house to avoid. Her son. His cock. His hands and lips exploring his aching mother like he owned her.
A car suddenly passed behind Tracy's parking spot and jarred her out of her delicious daydream. She immediately pulled her hand out of her yoga pants and took a deep breath. Clearly, the woman wasn't in her right mind. She started the car before she gave herself another chance to get caught masturbating in the driver's seat right there in a public park. Besides, she had to face her son sooner or later. Avoiding him would only work for so long, and maybe there was a slim chance they could just pretend it all never happened. She could even cancel her lunch date with Sandra and pretend they never had that insane phone conversation.
Tracy knew she was only kidding herself, but it helped lessen the shame she was feeling as she drove back to her house. When she got back, Daniel was upstairs taking a shower. His mother felt relieved at being able to put off having to face him even for just a little while longer, even though she didn't think there was any way to sort out the kind of thoughts she'd been having. Maybe some things were just never meant to make sense.
Going into her office and checking for work related messages seemed a good way to distract herself. It worked for a while, but eventually she found herself staring blankly at her monitor while she thought about Daniel's hands on parts of her body a son is never supposed to feel. It made her nipples grow thick with sensation while her pussy tingled heatedly. That was when she suddenly felt his hands on her for real. He'd finished his shower and dressed, then came into her office while she was distracted and put his hands on her shoulders from behind. She nearly jumped out of her skin.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," Daniel said as he lightly massaged his mother's shoulders.
"Oh, it's okay. I guess I've just been a little on edge," she replied, knowing he couldn't miss her meaning.
"Me, too, I guess."
With his fingers digging into her shoulders, his thumbs worked against the knots of tension just below her neck. It felt wonderful and all she could do was let her body relax and utter a sigh.
"Ohh, Daniel, that feels wonderful." She very nearly moaned but caught herself just in time. Yet it was only making the hot, buzzing sensation in her nipples and pussy that much worse. Why didn't she make him stop? It would've been so easy just to stand up and break off the contact.
"You feel wonderful, Mom." He massaged her shoulders a while longer, coming dangerously close to turning his mother's body to mush. But then his hands slipped forward and down from her shoulders and he was massaging her tits through her T shirt. "I love it when you don't wear a bra," he told her. "You look so amazing. And you feel even better."
Once again, her son was only fondling her through her clothes. At least he hadn't shoved his hands inside her shirt, which would have been a simple feat. She should have pushed his hands away, but like the night before, she felt completely powerless to move. Her heart was beating so hard she was sure he could feel the wild pulse in her body.
"Daniel," she started, almost sounding calm from the way her son's hands were making her feel weak. "This isn't a good way to be touching your mother."
His fingers were digging carefully but insistently into the firm flesh of her sensitive orbs. It was so wrong, but her body responded as if it had a mind of its own. She found herself wishing the chair wasn't in the way so she could feel that big, strong cock of his surge to hardness against her body.
"I can stop if you really want me to," he said. "But I really don't want to. I see how amazing you look day after day and I can't help it."
"Baby, that's so sweet, but you're my son. This is so wrong, my love."
"Sandra says we can't help who we fall in love with."
Tracy froze for a moment. Was Daniel saying he was in love with his own mother? Now her mind started to spin. This was a wrinkle she never expected yet there was a warmth flowing through her mind and body that she'd never felt before. Still, she did her best to be a "sensible mother".
"Baby, you know I love you, too. So much," she sighed, powerless to resist his steady massage of her bulbous tits.
"Mom, I mean I'm in love with you. I want you. As a woman."
"Oh god, baby. I know I could love you that way so easily. But I'm your mother!" she hissed emphatically, even as her pussy flushed at the sound of his ardent words.
"If you don't want that kind of love from me you can always just push my hands off you. I'll never try to touch you like this again. You could've done it last night, too. But you didn't. I know you want me too, Mom."
Tracy just let the breath rush out of her body. When she didn't make a move to shove her son's hands away from her tits, he pushed them inside her shirt through the V neck and slipped them down over the bare flesh of her warm tits. He clutched her flesh firmly, squeezing and kneading her, searching for her throbbing nipples with his fingers.
"Ohhh, so wrong," the brunette sighed, leaning back as far as she could. The direct touch of her son's enormous hands set her skin on fire. "I love you so much, baby. Oh god, this is so wrong."
Daniel rolled and squeezed his mother's rigid nipples, forcing a hot rush of nectar into her slit. Without thinking twice about it, Tracy pushed a hand into her yoga pants and started rubbing her dew-trickling pussy. She knew Daniel could see every movement of her hand under her thin, stretchy yoga pants, but she didn't care. She wanted him to see how desperate he made her. He went on massaging her tits and stimulating her nipples while she worked her pussy with her fingers, finally pushing a pair into her hole and fucking herself until the voltage within her lush body built up to the point of exploding. Her back arched against the chair and her hips jerked uncontrollably against the hot, fast pump of her fingers.
Tracy came until she was breathless. Her hand was still stuck in her leggings another minute or two before she finally pulled it free and Daniel pulled his hands out from her T shirt. The afterglow of her climax was the only thing that kept her from freaking out over the shame she was feeling. It might've her fingers, but the powerful orgasm she'd just had was all about her son, and it was the best one she'd had since she could remember.
"Still think it's wrong, Mom?" Daniel asked, his hands back on her shoulders.
"Yes, baby. I love you more than anything in the world, but we can't let anything like that happen again. You can't put your hands inside Mommy's shirt again. Especially when I'm not wearing a bra, sweetheart."
"Hmmm, sure. I guess that's why you just fingered yourself," he replied.
Daniel left his mother's office before she had a chance to turn around and see the look on his face, not to mention the throbbingly hard cock she knew he must've had. She was exasperated by his confident sarcasm, but relieved she didn't have to face him right now. After this, it was impossible to pretend nothing happened. Not after masturbating right in front of him while she let him massage her tits. If only it hadn't felt so fucking amazing.
A little while later, Tracy found herself standing in the kitchen trying to think of something to put together for dinner, but her mind was everywhere but on cooking. Going out for dinner seemed like a much better idea. Taking Daniel to a neutral location would certainly be a better way to convince him that he was on a dangerous path, no matter what her crazy, blonde friend had been telling him.
She called upstairs to her son to suggest going out, and he shouted back that it sounded like a great idea. A couple of minutes later he came downstairs in a pair of shorts and a T shirt. Between Daniel's outfit and Tracy's yoga pants and T shirt with the over stretched V neck it didn't look like they could go anywhere too fancy, but Tracy knew a few places where they could have a nice dinner just as they were.
They got into Tracy's minivan and started driving, although she hadn't thought of exactly where to go yet. She drove aimlessly, wishing she could think of the right place for dinner to come up in the midst of all the other distractions clouding her mind. It hadn't been much more than an hour since she'd fingered herself with her son's hands groping under her shirt.
"Mom?" Daniel asked after a while. "Do you even know where we're going?"
Tracy ran through a series of possible excuses in her mind, but they all sounded feeble. Besides, it wasn't as if Daniel didn't know what was occupying the woman's mind. The kind of thing that had happened between them wasn't something you could just pretend hadn't and then try to go on as if everything was normal. She kept sneaking glances at her son's hands as they were splayed out on each of his muscular thighs, so close to that cock she knew only from feeling through her clothes.
The brunette finally realized there must be some reason she kept circling around the area of the park when she pulled in and took the road toward the duck pond. It was her favorite place to go when she was feeling stressed. It was also a place where she'd taken Daniel when she had something important to discuss with him. It was where she took him the time she had to tell him his father was leaving them on their own. He'd have to know she was taking their situation very seriously.
Tracy parked right in front of the pond and shut off the engine. There was about an hour of late day light left, and while the park wasn't exactly crowded there were still people out. Both mother and son unbuckled their seatbelts and Daniel leaned against his door, cocking one leg to the side in a careless position that drew his mother's attention in just the way she was trying so hard to avoid. Tracy now wished she'd changed into something else before leaving the house. The neckline of her shirt was still stretched out of shape from her son's hands groping inside it, and there was still a telltale shadow stain in the crotch of her yoga pants.
How had she ever let this happen, she asked herself. This wasn't the kind of person she was. It was so shameful and perverse.
"You're right," she finally replied to his question. "I don't really know where we're going. And more importantly, I don't know where we're going. Things have obviously been a little -- different -- lately, and they certainly can't keep going the way they have been."
Daniel was looking at his mother in the most unsettling way. The sordid desire in his eyes was blatantly obvious and he was making no effort to hide it. Tracy barely recognized her son. It was like he was turning into a completely different boy right in front of her. But he was no boy anymore. His big, muscular body was proof of that, and the cock she hadn't been able to stop imagining only confirmed it. And yet the fact that he seemed to be getting hard as she sat there looking between his carelessly spread legs was a stark reminder of his youthful exuberance.
Despite his brash confidence, Daniel was having a hard time getting his voice to work, but he finally managed.
"I've always liked looking at you, Mom," he told her with hesitation in his tone. "Who wouldn't? You're amazing. And the less you wear the more I look. It's not my fault you're the hottest and most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Tracy was too stunned to reply at first. No one had ever said things like that to her before, including her self-absorbed ex-husband. Daniel took a deep breath and kept going before giving his mother a chance to gather her wits and respond.
"You look amazing in anything you wear," he told her. "You have the best legs and ass I've ever seen. And, Mom -- seriously -- your tits are world class. Now that I've held them in my hands I can't stop thinking about them," the boy blurted out in one, long stream.
His mother stared at him with her heart hammering inside her chest. She was so ashamed of the nagging tingles of sensation her son's words had created in her pussy. But there was something else. It was a feeling that hadn't left her alone since the first time Daniel had grabbed her tits in the kitchen the night before. She felt admired in a way she'd forgotten was even possible.
"Daniel," she started, so unsure of what to say. But she had to say something. She had to put a stop to this now, before it only got worse. "It's perfectly natural to get aroused around an attractive woman, but I'm sure you'd be much more aroused by a girl your age."
Her son nodded thoughtfully, despite the excitement between his legs looking more prominent.
"That might be true for most guys," Daniel said. "But not for me or Matt. In case you haven't noticed, I don't go out with girls my age. I want something more. I want you, Mom."
Despite the boy's outrageous behavior recently, hearing him actually say the words gave his mother the most unsettling tingling sensation in her pussy. It was so shameful, yet the more she tried to set her mind against the reaction of her body the stronger the sensations became.
"There's nothing wrong with wanting an older woman, son," the brunette said in a shaky voice. "A lot of younger men..."
"Mom," he cut her off. "It's not about just fucking some older woman. I want you. Just you. I want you to be mine. And I mean completely. I'm in love with you, and I don't want you being with anyone but me."
"I love you, too, baby, but I'm your mother. Don't you see the problem?"
"I see a lot of things, Mom. I bet you'd love to know what I saw earlier today," he said, a taunting tone in his voice.
Tracy was afraid to ask. And then she was distracted by her son slowly pulling his zipper down.
"You know I was over at Matt's house today," he said.
He got his shorts open completely and pushed them down, letting his cock snap freely into the open. Tracy gasped softly. Now she knew exactly what she was feeling pressing up against her ass the night before.
"I watched Sandra suck Matt's cock," Daniel continued. He wrapped his hand around his thick shaft and started stroking it while his mother stared, speechless. "She was playing with his dick the whole time you were talking, Mom. I was right there."
Tracy couldn't fathom all the implications of what she was hearing. But what she was seeing right in front of her made everything else seem unimportant. Her own son was brandishing his big, naked cock before her eyes, and it was one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen. There was such a graceful flair to the sweep of the ridge of his head, and it was impressively long and thick. It was criss-crossed with pulsing veins, but not so much as to keep his shaft from looking sleek and smooth. He was shaved smooth all around the root, plus his balls. His mother couldn't control the intense quivering feeling in her pussy as she watched him proudly stroke his throbbing prize.
"I, ummm, suppose you want me to...suck that for you like Sandra did for Matt." Tracy could hardly believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. It was like someone else was speaking them.
"I do, Mom. I need it. I need you."
Tracy thought her son's words must be lulling her into some kind of lurid trance as she leaned over, bring her face down close to the ripe stalk jutting upright from between her son's legs. Daniel let go of his shaft and let his mother take it into her own hand. He moaned as she gripped his cock. His flesh was so hot it burned. She felt her face flush with shame. Her son was watching her every move which only made it worse.
"This is so bad," she said softly, but Daniel was touching her hair, stroking with his fingers. She looked up at his face and he was looking at her like she was the only woman in existence. That was when she knew he meant what he said, that there was really no other woman for him but her. It was sinful and perverse, but at that moment she never wanted another man, either. "I love you, baby," she told him. And then she took the ripe, round head of his cock into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it.
Daniel moaned and sighed with pleasure. Tracy sensed all the tension in her son's body going slack as she took more of his cock into her mouth. Shame broiled inside her as she drove her moist lips further onto his shaft. She should have been disgusted with herself, but all she could think about was the heat of that delicious cock flesh in her mouth. Her hand started to follow the up and down stroke of her lips and Daniel wove his fingers into his mother's satiny hair. He didn't try to push her head up and down. He simply followed the motion of her head with his hands while he gasped for air and groaned with need.
Tracy's heart was racing and her pussy was soaking the same yoga pants she'd fingered herself in just a couple of hour before. It had been ages since she had a hot, throbbing, sap-oozing cock in her mouth. She had always been a passionate cocksucker, and back in her heyday, Tracy had probably sucked around seventy-five dicks, a fact she had always kept from her ex. Sucking cock had always made the brunette's pussy drip with excitement, but sucking her son's cock wasn't even in the same solar system. The thought of her son watching Sandra suck Matt's cock was surreal, but she wanted to give her hot, precious boy something beyond anything he'd the blonde do for show.
"Mom, Mom, ohhhhhh fuck, Mom," Daniel was moaning over and over.
The sounds uttering from his throat kept his mother's pussy trickling with warm lady cream until her leggings were fully soaked all around her pussy. Tracy had fully intended to tease her son with her talented, if a little out of practice, mouth until he was out of his mind with lust. But she was in a daze just to have a throbbing cock in her mouth again. The fact it was Daniel's cock was quickly turning her into a cum hungry vixen. She plunged her mouth up and down his shaft with her head bobbing rapidly. Her son was gasping now and rocking his pole into her mouth as deeply as his position allowed.
Before much longer, Tracy felt her son's hands ball into fists in her hair, pulling at her fine locks until his cum started jetting into her mouth faster than she could swallow it all. Daniel growled and kept cumming as long as any man his mother could ever remember. When she finally released his satisfied cock and lifted her head there was excess cum dripping down her chin.
Tracy felt deep pangs of shame, yet somehow no regret, as her son gazed at her with his cum on her freshly fucked face.
"You loved it, didn't you," Daniel said once he caught his breath. "Admit it, Mom. You loved sucking that dick."
"Oh god, I'm so ashamed," she admitted. "But yes, baby. I never loved sucking any cock so much as yours. And you loved cumming in Mommy's mouth just as much. I know you did."
"Yes, Mom, I did. And I'm gonna love it more every time it happens, which is gonna be a lot from now on."
"Hmm, you sound pretty sure about that, baby."
"I am. Face it, Mom. This is why we belong together. You and me. You're my woman now. And I love you so much."
"Oh, darling, I love you too," Tracy cried, practically lurching across the console to throw her arms around her beautiful son and kiss him hungrily. Daniel's tongue slipped between her lips right away. She knew he couldn't miss the fact that the cum on her chin was getting on him now, too. It only made her want to kiss her lover even deeper. And yet the shame she was feeling also deepened when he pushed his hands under her shirt to caress the smooth, heavy tits underneath. She loved the way he touched her and finally realized the shame she felt in loving her own son this way was making her wet just as much as he was.
Tracy had all but forgotten they were in her parked minivan in a public park. At least it was nearly evening and there weren't many people around, but the possibility of being seen kissing her son like a slut at the beginning of a porn video was a constant possibility. Daniel was fondling her tits for the third time in less than twenty-four hours, and as she caressed his cock she could feel it growing hard again before it even went completely soft. His hands felt rough and aggressive while their tongues swirled within the open cavern of their joined lips.
One of Daniel's hands then traveled down the front of his mother's body and burrowed into the front of her leggings. She had one foot on the vehicle floor with the other knee on her seat. Before she knew it, her son's fingers were eagerly exploring the silken skin of her recently waxed pussy. She gasped into the boy's mouth as their kissing grew deeper and more intense. His fingers were sliding all over her perfectly bald mound and snaking down deeper into her yoga pants to slide over her leaking slit.
The moment Tracy felt Daniel's finger touching her hot pussy lips she suddenly broke off their long kiss and gasped. She tightened her grip on his fully revived hard on and gyrated her hips, encouraging his fingers to play and explore.
It had been years since Tracy had felt anyone's fingers on her pussy other than her own. Daniel's were so much bigger than hers, so much rougher and thicker. The aggressive rub of his fingers over slit was making her ooze in a steady flow.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh," she moaned, rocking her hips while her son boldly explored her slick slash. "It's so wrong, darling, but fuck, baby, it feels so good."
Daniel grunted in response. His cock felt so big and hard in her hand it was impossible to tell he'd just cum, except for the fact that his shaft was still wet from his climax. Tracy used the boy's own cum for stroke lube while he pushed a finger into her frothy hole. He started to fuck her with it and she could hardly draw breath. Then a second finger joined the first and his mother's hole felt so full. She gasped deeply and then buried her face into his neck and whimpered. The in and out stroke of his fingers kept rubbing over her G spot sending waves of pleasure flowing through every part of her body.
"This pussy is mine now, Mom," Daniel said in a low, growly tone his mother had never heard before. "You're my girl now and there won't ever be anyone else for me. And you're never gonna have anyone else, either. That cock in your hand right now is the only one you're ever gonna need."
"Ohhhh, Danny, I love you so much," she mewled against her son's neck.
"I love you too, Mom," the boy groaned intensely.
Not even the love they could now, finally, express to each other did anything to ease the feeling of shame Tracy had. Of course a mother and son should love each other, but that didn't mean he should be stroking the inner walls of the pussy that bore him toward an explosive burst of pleasure. But it was exactly for that very reason that the electric pulses jolting through her body felt so intense. If he could make her feel like this with his fingers she was almost afraid to imaging what his cock would do to her.
Tracy felt like her whole body was spinning as the depth charge erupted inside her. Her whole body shook from the uncontrollable climax. She kept his cock in her hand, holding onto his shoulder with the other while he took her mouth in another dizzying kiss.
The brunette now understood why Sandra had started fucking Matt. She even understood why the blonde would let Daniel watch them. It validated their relationship, like having a witness at a wedding ceremony, except that it must have driven their pleasure to a level few people ever experience.
After a brief recovery, Tracy got out of the driver's seat and went around to the side of the vehicle. She slid the rear door open and got in, lying back on the seat and pulling off her yoga pants while Daniel watched her. He was now stroking his swollen cock while his mother spread her shapely legs as far as she could. She teased her sodden slit with her fingers, gazing at her son's face as he stared at her open pussy."Get back here, baby, and take Mommy's pussy. Mark it and make it yours forever," she yowled in a feline voice she barely recognized as her own.
Daniel pushed off his shorts, then got out of the car wearing only his T shirt, his big, excited pole wagging before him. He climbed into the back with his mother and slid the door closed. There wasn't much room to move around, so when he got between his mother's open legs the underside of his cock was rubbing against his mother's slit. Tracy felt like the whole world had changed just from the simple touch of her son's cock against her dew-coated slit. She pulled her shirt up over her tits and played with her nipples as she took in the sight of her son hovering above her.
"Don't make me suffer, baby," the brunette cooed. "I need that cock in me now."
Daniel grinned and teased his mother, taking his cock in one hand and rubbing the tip across her clit without going inside her. Tracy moaned and pouted, but her son couldn't hold out the tease very long. He was just as eager as she was to bury his hard shank deep in her oozing hole. Pushing the fat dome of his rod past his mother's swollen sex lips, he finally gave a hard shove with his hips and drove himself into her body.
Tracy's eyes went wide with disbelief as she watched that huge bone gradually disappear into her sheath. Her son began slowly stroking the long, thick rod in and out of her pussy, his flesh growing wet and slick with her ooze. Soon he was pumping into her with steady thrusts. The car filled with the sound of the raspy sighs of pleasure and the wet slap of the boy's rigid dick in his mother's hole.
"Oh, Mom, fuck, you feel so good," he growled, pumping her harder and faster.
Tracy held her tits and invited her man to suckle her nipples while he fucked her. Daniel lapped and sucked hungrily at each of her thickly aroused nubs, pumping his rod into her core ever faster, ever harder, ever deeper.
The brunette didn't care if anyone walked by the car and saw them. She moaned deeply and started to cum all around her son's driving cock. He left her breathless, yet her body was on fire with joy as another climax rippled through her glorious body. Feeling the hot, orgasmic clench of her inner muscles, there was no way Daniel could last any longer. His powerful cock lunged and throbbed while his seed-filled cream burst from his rod, deep into his mother's long-neglected fuck hole.
It seemed to take forever to catch their breath. They spent a long time kissing and staring into each other's eyes with just as much love as awe. Tracy felt fully ashamed of herself now, and it made her smile at her lover while his cock was still embedded in her body. She never wanted to let him go. Nor would she ever let go of that feeling of shame for fucking her own son and loving every stroke of his magnificent cock. Her shame and her love for him were irreversibly woven together, as if it were all the same emotion.
She was his now. For better or worse. And for the first time in her life she truly understood how deep that part of the wedding vow could be.
The couple were far too disheveled now to go to a restaurant. On top of that, they reeked of sex, which only made them smile at each other like a pair of newlyweds on their honeymoon.
They got back in the front of the car and pulled their clothes back on. Tracy drove back to the house where they showered together. She then put together a dinner for the two of them while her son watched her with a sly grin on his handsome face. Every time his mother caught that rakish smirk it made her smile. She had never felt so thoroughly loved or soundly fucked.
That night they spent a lot of time talking about how they imagined they could make things work in a relationship they could only be open about with two other people. But Tracy was sure they'd eventually meet others who could understand their love. They finally went to bed in Tracy's room because it was more spacious.
Sometime in the middle of the night, Tracy awoke to Daniel's tongue exploring her pussy. He had his mother cumming again before he even pushed his cock back inside her and fucked her until they both came until they saw sparks.
As she fell back to sleep with Daniel spooning her, she thought about her lunch date with Sandra the next day. Now, the two friends would each have a similar story to tell.
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