Bab 3268: RECIPE FOR SUCCESS
Judy Martin had two great loves in her life. The first was masturbation. The lack of pubic hair kept her sensitivity at highly insane levels. Judy's clit was so sensitive--and keep in mind that this was no 24/7-type of sensitivity, just whenever she was in the mood to rub one (or more) out--that she could make herself cum within two minutes. It's safe to say that if she masturbated for an hour, she would have thirty orgasms give or take without fail, and she loved the way her body responded to her touch.
The second love was for her cum. Judy's cum was thick, whitish, and very sticky, and it seemed the more she masturbated the thicker the globules became. She loved the taste of her cum. Initially, she had just scooped it out of her pussy with her fingers and licked them clean. However, while shopping one day she came upon a thickly rubberized child's spoon and purchased it with the hope of using it to dig deep within herself to extract as much cum as possible, and upon returning home she put it to use. This spoon, she found, was a godsend, and she never again masturbated without it by her side.
Judy loved watching porn, and her tastes were so diversified that, depending on the day, something new would turn her on. One day she stumbled upon incest porn, found a ten-minute clip titled "Mom and Son in Sixty-Nine." She watched it, felt herself becoming aroused, and masturbated. She found another titled, "Mom Fucks Drunk Son," and masturbated twice over that one. She came upon another still titled "Moms make the Best Lovers," and yes, she rubbed a few more out, in each case using her spoon afterwards to hungrily eat her sweet, thick cum. She decided that was enough videos for one day, but not necessarily enough porn, so she conducted searches for real incest stories between mothers and sons.
She found a website devoted to exactly that and skimmed a few stories. There were quite a lot of sons explaining how incestuous sex with their mothers began and others where the mothers were telling the stories. She found these fascinating, exciting, and by the time she was done she had convinced herself that she and her son Bradley were destined to become lovers. Just the thought of it lit a fire between her legs, and she cranked out four more orgasms before feeling sated.
As she ran the spoon inside her pussy, she wondered under what circumstances she could get him to comply with her desires. Just as she brought the spoon toward her open mouth she stopped, moved her hand back a little, and studied her cum. It really didn't have much of a scent, but she knew the taste was unique. Could this be the tool she needed to pull Bradley in? "We'll see," she said to herself before licking the spoon clean. "We'll see."
Bradley attended school at the local technical college. He was in his second semester studying to be a mechanic and this semester had him coming home around five-thirty every day. It was three o'clock now, so that gave Judy time enough to decide how to implement her plan. Dinner was already decided upon--fried chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, and green beans--so what could she do to introduce the new spice? She laughed at that a little, then decided it would be the perfect ruse. She would start out with a small amount, and if he noticed she would simply say it was a new spice.
Judy began dinner at four-thirty. She timed everything to be ready so that when Bradley walked through the door, all he'd need to do is wash his hands before sitting at the table. She still had not fully decided on how to introduce her cum to the meal. She could possibly drain the brine from the green beans and let them stew in some, but green beans had a distinct flavor of their own, which meant the differentiation in taste might be too noticeable. She supposed she could mix some in with the potatoes, but the flavor might get lost in the sheer volume and density. I know. The gravy! she thought to herself. Bradley had always liked her gravy, so perhaps changing the recipe would bring about a positive reaction from him.
Judy had made two cups of gravy, so she supposed a half a cup of cum would be a good amount with which to start. She grabbed a bowl and her baby spoon, pulled her shorts and panties off, and climbed onto the table. She moved her hips to the space where Bradley usually sat and began masturbating to the fantasy that he was eating her pussy for dinner. She was cumming at her regular two-minute intervals, but the fantasy excited her so much to the point that she was really gushing with every orgasm, and just as the clock approached five-twenty-seven, she had filled the bowl with the desired amount of cum. She gave one final swipe of the spoon inside of her, relishing in the warm, thick substance and she slid it into her mouth.
Judy pulled her clothes back on and then set herself to the task of mixing her cum in with the gravy. She used a spatula to rake out the cum into the pot, and then a whisk with which to blend it, the final result being that it had lost some of its viscosity but there was still a stickiness to it. She tasted the gravy but could not immediately discern a difference. She assumed that was because she had just eaten a spoonful of her cum in its purest form.
"Hey, Mom. I'm home," she heard Bradley announce.
"Dinner's ready, sweetheart. Go ahead and wash up," she called back to him.
Bradley did so, and upon entering the kitchen said, "I knew I smelled fried chicken."
"And green beans, and potatoes with gravy," Judy stated.
Bradley walked to the stove and kissed his mother on the cheek before grabbing a plate. He took two pieces of chicken--a breast and a thigh--two large spoonsful of potatoes, two large spoonsful of gravy, and a hearty helping of the green beans. He set his plate at the table, then fixed himself and his mother a glass of tea each before taking his seat. He did his impression of the Pope, making a cross in the air (this was the closest they came to praying), and then they began to eat.
Judy started with a few green beans to clear her palate, then moved to the gravy. Yes. There it was. It was barely detectable, but noticeable, nonetheless. She looked over at her son, who was just staring at the food on his plate. "Is something wrong, Bradley?"
"This isn't your usual gravy," he answered.
"What makes you say that?" she asked.
"Your usual gravy is a bit darker in color," he responded. "Does lighter in color mean a different
taste, because you know how much I love your gravy?"
"Why not just try it before making any decisions about it?" Judy prompted.
Bradley dipped his spoon into the gravy and brought it to his mouth. He allowed it to roll around his mouth, caressing each taste bud, before swallowing. He looked at his mother. Even as he worked his mouth open and closed. A puzzled look came upon his face. "So, what did you do to it? I mean, it's different, but it's really good. There's a taste there, though... It's on the back end. It's a bit sweet and... I don't know. It's familiar somehow."
"So, you like it?"
"Yeah, I do. What did you do to it?"
Thinking back to her earlier decision, Judy replied with, "The store was giving away free samples of a new spice today. It's called 'Mrs. J's Country Jamboree Mild Cajun Seasoning.'" Now, of course, Judy was Mrs. J, and she, of course, spelled her pronunciation of Country as CUNT-ry, but Bradley didn't need to know that. Not right now, anyway.
"Well, I like it," he responded before clearing the potatoes and gravy from his plate. As he got up to get a second helping, he said more to himself than his mother, "I wish I knew what that taste was. I can almost put my finger on it."
Judy had slipped a finger inside her shorts and rubbed her clit while thinking You can put your finger on this if you like, Bradley. She had to stop herself, though, as she felt an orgasm beginning to build within her, and it just wouldn't do for her son to see her cumming at the dinner table. Not yet, anyway.
"You know what?" Bradley said as he finished dousing his potatoes with more gravy. "I'm going to let my chicken stew in the gravy while I eat my sides."
"You don't like fried chicken stewed in gravy," Judy reminded him.
"What can I say?" he asked his mother. "This gravy is the shit."
Judy laughed as she said, "Have at it, then."
Bradley finished his sides, then retrieved his chicken. He slurped the gravy off it before eating it down to the bone. When he was done, he said, "Lord knows I'm not hungry, but that was so good I'd keep on eating just for the taste of it."
"Well, I guess I'll go by the store tomorrow and see if they have any of that seasoning for sale," Judy lied. "If nothing else, I'll just snag a few more of those sample packs."
It was all Judy could do to load the dishwasher while Bradley went to get his shower. Once done, he would follow his usual cycle of watching about an hour of television before studying for his next day's classes, at which point Judy could enter her room and rub one out. Hell, the way she was feeling at the moment, she'd need to rub out fifteen or twenty. Finally, with rubber coated spoon in hand, she made her way to her room. Her clit had been throbbing since dinner and her pussy was already soaking wet, so the first orgasm was achieved in a little less than thirty seconds. She spooned the cum from her pussy and deposited it in her mouth. That warm, sticky, and thick concoction immediately made her want to cum again, but she did her level best to maintain control, because control meant quiet, and she didn't want her son interrupting her. Not just yet, anyway. She had a two-week plan. After that, after she was sure he was hooked on her cum, then and only then would she reveal the truth and hopefully enjoy sex with him.
Judy awoke around eight and deliberated on what to fix for dinner tonight. Something simple, she thought to herself, yet something I can infuse with my cum. The simplest thing she could think of was burgers and fries. She decided to forego mayonnaise for her cum. What to do about the fries, though? Then she knew. "I'll mix some cum with some Yum-Yum sauce." She laughed at that, simply because she thought her cum to be yum-yum. It was settled, then.
As she made her way to the kitchen, Judy started thinking about all the different ways she could add her cum to a particular meal. She further wondered why she had not thought of doing this before, and not so much because of Bradley, but for herself. She poured a cup of coffee and sat at the table. She figured she'd need a full cup of cum for dinner tonight, and it needed to set in the fridge so as to maintain its thickness, which was already just shy of mayonnaise.
Bradley came into the kitchen, kissed his mother on the cheek, and took two bananas before making his way to the door. Judy finished her coffee and headed to her bathroom where she took care of her morning business before setting herself to the task of masturbating. It wouldn't take long for her to attain a full cup of cum, so she could be finished with it and take care of her other duties while waiting till five to start dinner.
After placing the bowl in the fridge, Judy started a load of clothes and vacuumed. She went ahead and cleaned the outside windows and did a little weeding in her garden before calling it a day at 1:30. She stripped her clothes off and jumped naked into the pool. It was so inviting and refreshing, and the tree growth ensured that no one would be peeping in on her. She spent just twenty minutes there before gathering her things and making her way inside. She left her clothes in the laundry room and headed to her room for a proper shower.
As much as she wanted to masturbate now, she willed herself not to. She wanted to wait till after dinner so she could masturbate over Bradley's reactions to "the spice." She laughed as she remembered that haunting whisper from Dune: "The Spice..."
The burgers were in the over at five, and at five-ten Judy started the fries. She fixed one burger for herself and two for her son. Hers would be a simple cheeseburger, with her cum as the only condiment. She would fix Bradley one the same way, then another with lettuce, tomato, onion, and pickles, and she would ensure his had lots of cum on both. As she waited for everything to cook, she readied the buns and the Yum-Yum sauce.
At five-thirty, as she slid the burgers on the buns and portioned out the fries, Bradley announced
his return home. A quick visit to the restroom and he was sitting at the table smelling his food. "Mmmmm. Fresh out of the frying pan," he said with a smile, then he raised a curious eyebrow.
"What?" Judy asked.
"Dost mine nose detect something different?" Bradley asked, then quickly answered himself before his mother could say a word. "It's that spice, isn't it?"
Judy smiled. "Eat up, McGruff."
Bradley looked between his two burgers, then chose the simple cheeseburger. He took a good bite of it, chewed about five times, then, with a mouthful of food, said, "God damn!" He finished chewing, swallowed, then said with a smile, "You got some more of that spice, didn't you?"
"You really like the stuff, huh?" Judy asked with a knowing smile. "I put some in the Yum-Yum sauce as well."
Bradley quickly grabbed the bottle and squirted some on his fries. He grabbed a few and popped them in his mouth. "Oh, wow," he said as he chewed. "This stuff makes everything taste better."
As Bradley went off to watch some TV, Judy made a quick visit to her room where she changed panties. Just seeing her son rave over her cum kept her pussy wet throughout dinner. She decided she should start wearing a panty liner to ensure this wouldn't happen again.
When Bradley went to study, Judy entered her shower, placed the showerhead on pulse, and bombarded her clit with vibration after deeply pounding vibration. She remained in a constant state of orgasm, finally crumpling to her knees, then her side, as her horniness finally gave way.
It was all she could do to actually take a shower, lightheaded as she was. Finish she did, though, and read a few chapters from a book before calling it a night. The following night was fried catfish filets, hushpuppies, and cheese grits. She had actually masturbated long enough to procure sixteen ounces of cum from herself. To do what she wanted, she'd need every bit of it.
After washing the fish, Judy dipped it in the bowl containing her cum. Once she was satisfied with the residue remaining on the fish, she would bread it and fry it. She mixed a little into the hushpuppy batter, and some into the cheese grits to ensure their creaminess, and the remainder would have a little tartar sauce mixed in. Yes, the tartar would be added to this. She wanted the taste of her cum to be the star of the show.
Bradley arrived home, made his way to the table, and sniffed in the air. A small smile played at his lips as he took his seat. He didn't even ask if his mother had used that spice; his nose already informed him of that. Judy spooned a small helping of her cum onto her plate, then set the bowl containing the remainder in front of her son. Bradley bit a piece of fish and said, "Ooh, this is good." He then slathered some "tartar sauce" on the fish and exclaimed, "But this is even better."
Bradley didn't eat like a man hungry after a long day. It was more like a pig at a trough trying to force as much food down its gullet as it possibly could. Once finished, he burped loudly, excused himself for doing so, then said, "I want you to stock up on this stuff, mom. I hate to say it, but dinner will never be the same if they take this stuff off the market."
"It does seem quite popular," Judy told her son, "but I don't think it's going anywhere anytime soon. If it looks that way, though, I promise to invest heavily in it." As Bradley ran his fingers through the bowl to get the last vestiges of tartar sauce, Judy wondered exactly how long it had taken her to become addicted to her own cum. It was too far back to remember, but she settled that it had been about as quickly as it seemed for Bradley.
Thursday night was spaghetti, and Judy had cum enough to give both herself and her son a good cupful as a topper in lieu of parmesan. She added it to their respective plates when Bradley entered and once at the table, he tried his best to eat slowly, but it seemed he had inhaled the food as opposed to eating it. In an act of kindness--for she had to break her son's heart by telling him there was no more spice remaining--Judy gave hers to him and fixed herself a plate devoid of their favorite condiment.
As Bradley licked his plate clean, he said, "Oh, yeah. Don't forget I'm going to Mayuki's tomorrow after school, so don't plan dinner for me."
"Where are you two going?" Judy asked with a pleasant, delightful air that masked a bit of jealousy over her son's involvement with the young woman. Bradley and Mayuki had been seeing one another for a couple of years now. Judy had met her, and she actually liked her, but at the moment the young woman seemed more like a roadblock than anything else.
"We're going to try that new steak joint out on Colomby Road," Bradley answered. Judy scrunched up her face and looked at her son cock-eyed. "What?"
"All I'm saying is you'd better hope they're using Mrs. J's seasoning as much as you've grown accustomed to it."
"Ooh, you're right," Bradley responded, a bit concerned. Then, "Oh, every place has its signature dish. I'm sure whatever they make will be great."
As Bradley left the kitchen to do his thing, Judy did hers. Once the kitchen was clean, she headed upstairs and took a shower. She had started out the evening with fantasies of telling her son that the sauce on his spaghetti was really her cum, to which he would fall before her begging for more, but once he had mentioned his girlfriend any desire to do so was gone. She instead read for about an hour and then called it a night.
The following morning Judy was miserable over her indifference to what the day could bring. There was absolutely nothing to do around the house or in the yard, nor did she need to do any shopping as it had been done earlier in the week. She had texted her friends and family and gave shout-outs over Facebook just two days ago, so no sense of urgency there. She sure as hell didn't feel like rubbing one out, but then her spirits brightened a little as she painted a worst-case scenario of Bradley just completely disregarding the food because it wasn't as she fixed it so he would decide to come home instead of staying the night with Mayuki.
Judy felt a bit more optimistic about the day, enough to ensure that Bradley had something nice waiting on him should he come home. She collected sixteen ounces of her cum and poured a no cook pack of chocolate mousse over it, then she blended it until it was rich and creamy. She tasted it, decided it was perfect, then divvied it out into two dessert bowls. She covered them with Saran Wrap, placed them in the fridge, then danced her way outside--stripping as she went--and plopped herself into the deep end of the pool. She felt wonderful and happy and carefree as she floated on her back for all of fifteen minutes, then she took to her chaise and let the sun dry her nude body.
Judy took a shower and treated herself to a movie and some Chinese, then it was back home again where boredom began attempting to ruin her day once more. She fought it by binging The Muppet Show of all things. She ate the remainder of her Chinese food--no need to bathe as she already had--then made her way upstairs. She was just twenty pages out from finishing her book, so she decided to read before calling it a night.
Even as all this had happened in Judy's life, things were going well for Bradley in his. He arrived at Mayuki's apartment just before five-thirty to be greeted by his girlfriend wearing a sexy nurse's uniform. They hadn't seen each other all week, so emotions and libidos were running high. Bradley wanted to ravage her body, but Mayuki made him promise oral now, and some good fucking when they returned from dinner. Bradley was cool with that, so he dropped trou and let his girlfriend suck his cock like no other woman had ever been able to.
Mayuki loved Bradley's cock. It was seven-and-a-half inches, which was nice, but he had one of those reddish-purple mushroom heads, and she loved the feel of it as her lips plopped around it. More than that, though, she loved deep throating him and the sensation of his fat cockhead stretching her esophagus. She had become quite adept at holding him there for long periods of time and had even trained herself to keep him there as his cock spasmed in orgasmic delight, sending his semen directly into her belly, which is what was currently happening.
Bradley was happy to find that Mayuki was not wearing panties. He parted her legs and looked at the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen. Her pussy was a khaki brown color with her inner labia possessing a rosy hue. He slid his tongue inside her and began to slowly lick her. About thirty seconds in, though, he stopped and began swirling the cream from her pussy around his mouth, allowing it to saturate his every taste bud. When she asked him what was wrong, he answered, "Something about this tastes familiar."
"I should hope so," Mayuki said a bit sarcastically. "You've been eating it for only two years now. Has a week without given your tongue amnesia?"
Bradley laughed. "Yeah, that must be it." He continued on in his duty to his girlfriend, and he did give her a couple of good orgasms in the twenty minutes he spent eating her pussy. Still, there was something hauntingly familiar about her taste.
Dinner was good. They both ordered a sixteen ounce ribeye, but Bradley chose French fries and asparagus as his sides while Mayuki went with the traditional baked potato and salad. It became apparent early on, though, that Judy's prophetic words rang true. The meal, in and of itself, was a 10/10, but Bradley had become so accustomed to the spice that nothing really tasted right without it. He asked his waitress if he could speak with the chef, promising to take just a minute as he understood how busy things were. The chef saw him, and Bradley asked about the spice, but the chef told him that not only did the restaurant not use Mrs. J's Country Jamboree Mild Cajun Seasoning, but he had never even heard of it. With that, he excused himself and returned to the kitchen as Bradley made his way back to the table.
"What was that all about?" Mayuki asked upon his return.
"Huh? Oh, I was just commending him on the meal," Bradley lied. "I slipped him a ten-spot and told him it was the best steak I've ever had." Mayuki smiled, nodded, and filled her mouth with another chunk of meat.
Bradley and Mayuki decided that they'd walk off the meal by window shopping at the mall. There was no real hurry to get back home seeing as to how their initial lust had already been sated. They would just pick up where they left off. Besides, they both were too full to entertain thoughts of sex at the moment. Even as they walked from store to store, though, Bradley had the feeling that something wasn't quite right. He was feeling a bit jittery. He was craving something, but he really didn't quite know what. He seemed to be getting a bit anxious as well. Mayuki finally noticed, "Bradley, you're sweating terribly." She pulled a tissue from her purse and dabbed at his forehead.
Bradley laughed. "Huh, must be the meat sweats."
Mayuki laughed a bit as well. It was a term both were familiar with as they enjoyed watching reruns of Man vs. Food. "Why don't we go back to my place? You can take a cool shower and we can chill or whatever." It sounded good to Bradley, so they did.
Mayuki joined Bradley in the shower. They took turns slowly bathing one another. There was no need to rush as both understood what they were building to. Somewhere in the middle of it all Bradley forgot about whatever it was that had been scratching at the back of his throat or mind or whatever. They finally exited, dried off, and made their way to her bed. Bradley wanted to begin with a sixty-nine, which was perfectly fine with Mayuki.
As she lovingly sucked his cock, he worshipfully gave service to her beautiful pussy. He actually felt like he was having some sort of out-of-body spiritual experience with it, and she must have as well because she cried out and dumped a large load of her warm, creamy cum in his mouth. Bradley instinctively pulled Mayuki's hips down, creating a seal around her pussy with his stretched lips. His tongue invaded her innermost being and he felt her pussy pulsate as she continued to cum.
Once she regained her composure, she lay there a few minutes longer, allowing Bradley to continue softly kissing and licking her pussy. She finally found the strength to turn and face him. She took his cock into her pussy and cinched down on it hard as she asked, "What the hell was that all about? You've never eaten my pussy like that before. Ever."
"I don't know," he answered truthfully. "Something just came over me."
"Whatever it was, just make sure it comes over you from here on out," Mayuki said as she slowly moved up and down on his cock.
"Oh, God!" Bradley moaned as he reveled in Mayuki's warmth and wetness. "Just like that. Nice and slow."
Mayuki knew "nice and slow" was not only the quickest way to get her boyfriend off, but also the method which gave him his most intense orgasms. He had just given her one hell of a nut, so she decided he had earned one for himself. She moved excruciatingly slow up and down the length of his cock. His eyes were closed, and his breathing had just begun to become erratic. She slid her arms around his neck and began kissing him. He embraced her in turn as he began to slowly match her rhythm. She slid her mouth from his lips and whispered, "Give me your cum, Bradley."
Bradley moved one hand to the back of Mayuki's head and the other to her perfect ass. He did everything he possibly could to ensure the entire length of his cock was buried deep in his girlfriend, then, within the space of three thrusts, he shouted, "Oh, fuck!" as he unleashed a torrent of cum into her, whitewashing her beautiful pink insides with injection after injection of hot semen. Mayuki jerked her hips back and forth, adding to Bradley's sensation while ensuring she milked every drop of cum he had to offer.
The two lay there out of breath and completely fulfilled. They said nothing. They kissed, smiled at one another, then Mayuki lay her head on Bradley's chest, and they fell asleep with his cock still inside her.
They awoke the next morning lying side-by-side. Bradley kissed Mayuki briefly, then moved to her small, pert breasts. He took a dark beige nipple in his mouth and began to suck it hard, lightly gnawing it the way she liked, then he moved to the other and did the same, before lifting her leg and sliding himself inside her. Mayuki loved this position if for no other reason than it allowed her to play with her clitty while Bradley fucked her.
She slid a hand between her legs and gently rubbed her clit. She allowed her fingers to caress Bradley's dick just long enough to make them wet, then she was right back on task again, rubbing her clit at intervals of slow, then fast, soft, then hard. She came, at which point he moved her to doggie style and used every ounce of energy at his command to fuck the living shit out of her. He banged her hard and fast for ten minutes before grunting his release like some great, primal man-thing.
Bradley eased himself from her and fell to his side, pulling her with him. They spooned in the afterglow of their congress, then he said, "Marry me."
She held up her left hand and said, "Sorry, lover boy, but I already have a man."
"Does Cracker Jacks still give out rings like that as prizes?" he asked with a laugh.
She turned, playfully slapped his shoulder, then kissed him. "We're going to be great together."
Judy had awakened a little past eight. She did not hear Bradley come in last night, and a quick look in his bedroom showed he had not slept there. She sighed, then decided she wasn't going to let that get her down. She fixed herself a cup of coffee and viewed her online subscription of USA Today, then it was off to the bathroom for her daily constitutionals. She began pulling clothes from her drawers but stopped mid-way through and made her way outside. She decided to begin her day with a swim.
She jumped in the pool and was immediately invigorated as the cool water baptized her. She swam for thirty good minutes before moving to her chaise. She lay out for the better part of an hour, then headed for the shower. It was a quick one--no masturbation today--and she dressed herself in a light cotton shirt and cotton shorts sans bra and panties. She made her way back to the kitchen while wondering what to do for dinner tonight. Will Bradley even be here? What if he spends another night with Mayuki? That really didn't matter for what she had decided on.
Footlong subs sounded good, and Philly cheesesteak--well, Philly cumsteak--seemed like the perfect choice. She decided she would need one-and-a-half cups of cum for this, six ounces mixed in with the beef and another three ounces drizzled over each of their sandwiches.
Judy got busy masturbating. Just the thought of her son hungrily eating her cum was enough to spur her on from one orgasm to the next, and when she began fantasizing that he was eating it directly from the source, she could actually feel her juices increasing in volume. She had procured the desired amount of cum in no time. She placed Saran Wrap around the bowl and hid it in the back of the fridge just in case her son returned home and his prying eyes should fall upon it. If they did, he would surely taste it, eat it, and she would have nothing with which to add to their dinner simply because she wouldn't have the time or privacy to mine more from herself.
Just as she closed the refrigerator door, she heard the front door open and Bradley announce his arrival. "I'm in the kitchen," she told him.
Bradley entered and kissed his mother on the cheek as he asked how her day was going. Before she could answer, though, he stopped, sniffed the air around him, and then asked, "What's that smell?"
"You smell that?" Judy asked, equal parts fear and excitement filling her mind.
Bradley sniffed again, then again, then he leaned in toward his mother and sniffed a third time. "Is that you?"
Judy gave a nervous laugh, then decided she needed to take control of the situation. Using the two fingers with which she had masturbated, she held them at her son's mouth and said, "Open
wide." He did, and she inserted them, the result of which being her pussy immediately becoming sloppy wet and jumping about thirty degrees in heat. Yeah, she'd definitely have to change her shorts when this was over.
Bradley swirled his tongue around his mother's fingers, then his eyes grew wide. "Is that the stuff?" he asked. "The spice?"
"In it's purest form," Judy answered. "I was preparing some for dinner tonight."
"Let me get a spoonful," Bradley almost whined.
"No, now. I'm making Philly Cheesesteak tonight. I need it for that." She thought for a second, then said, "Oh, I know." She opened the fridge and removed one of the bowls of chocolate mousse. She took a spoon from the drawer and handed both to her son as she said, "Here. Try this. I made it last night." Bradley eyed the mousse suspiciously. "What?"
"It's just that the spice is savory," Bradley said in way of explaining his hesitation. "How is it going to complement something sweet?"
"Just try it," Judy prompted him.
Bradley took one bite, and his tastebuds were overjoyed. His face resembled that of a heroin addict's when, after hours of doing without, he finally got his fix. "Oh, wow!" he exclaimed, and without another word he greedily ate the remainder of the mousse. So enraptured had he become over the experience that he did not immediately register the erection that even now was trying in vain to push itself free from his jeans.
Judy noticed, however, and without directly calling attention to the elephant trunk in the room simply said, "Honey, are you okay?"
It was at this point that Bradley did realize what was happening. He quickly set the empty bowl on the countertop and said, "It was delicious, Mom," before making a beeline to his room.
Judy smiled. Everything seemed to be going as planned. She felt something running down her leg, looked, and saw a glossy line of cum about mid-thigh. She scooped it up with a finger and deposited it in her mouth, then left to clean herself up.
Judy chose a dark green lacy thong, placed a panty shield in it, then slid it on. Lord knows she was horny, and the fact that she kept running a scenario of Bradley ripping those panties off her and immersing his face between her legs wasn't helping matters any. "Ah, fuck it!" she mumbled as she locked her door. She removed her clothing, crawled onto the bed, pulled her trusty little spoon from under her pillow, and began masturbating like some carnal demon had possessed her to do so. She had filled her mouth with the cotton shorts from earlier. Her scent and residue were thick in the fabric and helped add nuance to the whole experience while muffling her orgasmic cries. She masturbated for a whole hour, spooning out her cum and luxuriating in the warmth and consistency of it as she rolled it around her tongue. She went to the bathroom and wiped herself with a warm washcloth, then headed to the living room. She felt like some more Muppet Show.
Bradley exited his room. Upon entering, he had done everything he could think of to get his erection to go down, but to no avail. He was surprised at this considering he had had sex three times in the past eighteen or so hours. He finally resigned himself to do the only thing he thought would get rid of his wood, and that was to crank one out.
He was oblivious to that taste at the back of his throat as he pounded his pud. He was going all out, too, and in a little under five minutes he skeeted his jizz all over his belly. He lay there, waiting patiently for his erection to subside, but it never did. In fact, it lost none of its rigidity whatsoever. "What the fuck?" he asked himself. He sighed, shrugged his shoulders, gripped his cock, and started building toward another orgasm. It took about twenty minutes, and his cock was really hurting due to the amount of pressure with which he gripped it, but finally, finally two small spurts of semen shot from him followed by a tiny pool around his fingers. He lay there exhausted and a gooey mess. He took a quick shower, and by the time he was done his cock had deflated. He dressed, and, as I began the previous paragraph, he exited his room.
He made his way to his mother's room, stepped inside, and called her name. "I'm in the living room," he heard her call, so he turned to leave, but something caught his eye. It was a spoon, and not just any spoon but one of those thickly rubber tipped baby spoons. He wondered why such a thing would be in her room, on her bed. He picked it up, smelled it, raised a curious eyebrow, then slid it into his mouth. Recognition of whatever was on it was immediate. He quickly made his way to the living room and held it up. Judy's eyes got as big around as silver dollars.
"What's the meaning of this?" Bradley shouted. "It's okay for you to sneak a bite or two of the spice but it's off limits to me?"
Judy continued to coldly look on, then she burst into hysterical laughter. She laughed long and hard and loud, relieved that her son had not completely seen through the ruse. She finally was able to gain enough control to say, "You're right. You're right. I'm a hypocrite. Forgive me?"
"How about you let me go get some of that spice in the fridge?"
"How about there's one more mousse, and I'll let you have it if we call it even?" Judy countered.
Bradley weighed this, then said, "Okay, but no more sneaking."
They ate at their usual time of five-thirty, and needless to say the subs were a hit. Judy took her time and relished eat bite while Bradley devoured his in a matter of minutes. "I'm full, but I want more," he told his mother.
She knew she wouldn't be able to eat her entire sub, but she didn't want Bradley overstuffing himself, which is why she recommended, "Why don't you go ahead and eat your dessert?"
"Oh, yeah," Bradley said as he retrieved the second mousse from the fridge. This, same as his mother with her sandwich, he took his time with, enjoying every bite of the creamy concoction. Once he finished, he said to Judy, "What all do you know about this stuff. You know, the spice?"
"I'm not sure I know what you mean," she responded.
"I believe I'm literally addicted to it," Bradley told her. "I--" He stopped. He could feel his cock beginning to grow and harden again.
"What?" Judy asked.
"Have you noticed any side effects from eating it?"
Judy shrugged her shoulders and lightly shook her head as she placed the last bit of the first half of her sandwich in her mouth. She had already decided to let Bradley have the remainder for lunch tomorrow. After swallowing and drinking some soda, she responded with, "No. Nothing. I feel fine. It's just a spice."
Bradley sighed. "I don't know. I'm going to go chill out in my room, though," and with that, he rose and quickly turned so his mother wouldn't see his erection. "You can leave the dishes," he said as he walked away. "I'll come back and do them once this food has settled."
Judy stacked the plates and glasses next to the sink, wrapped the other half of the sandwich and placed it in the fridge, then decided to go for another swim. She put on the skimpiest bathing suit she had, a thong bottom and a top that barely covered her areola, then grabbed a towel and made her way outside. She dove in headfirst, and while under water she reached inside the thong and spread her labia. She had seen Bradley's erection and it turned her on to no end, thus the decision to swim again. She needed the cool water to return her to a somewhat normal state.
Bradley didn't want to do it. He had already beaten his dick like it had stolen from him, but his cock just wouldn't deflate. Resignedly, he began flogging it again, and twenty minutes later tiny jets of semen were sputtering from him. He washed up and was glad to see his pecker had dwindled to its normal state. He went to the kitchen and washed dishes.
He walked to the living room looking for his mother. He caught sight of movement beyond the sliding glass doors leading to the patio and saw his mother exiting the pool. He didn't know she owned a thong, and he could tell from this far away that her firm ass looked mighty nice in it. My God. Should I even be thinking that? he asked himself. Before his mind could conjure an answer, however, Judy turned and made her way to her chaise. "Shit!" Bradley whispered as he moved closer to the window. He saw his mother's areola fighting to stay within the parameters of their covering, just as he saw the thong bottom was cut short enough to show his mother had no pubic hair. He continued to stare at her even as she lay down and cocked her legs wide.
His dick was hard again, but this time he really wanted to milk a nut from it. He pulled it out and began jerking wildly, imaging what his mother's nipples and pussy might look like. "What the fuck?" Bradley said out loud, and then a tiny rivulet of semen dribbled down his hand.Judy was aware of her son watching her as she made her way to the chaise. She wouldn't show it, though. She lay down and cocked her legs wide and didn't move for several seconds, but then she raised her head a little and looked around, lay it back again, and slowly slid a hand between her legs. She slid two fingers inside her thong and rubbed her clit. She opened her eyes just a tad and saw Bradley beating his meat unmercifully. She quickened her pace, and a few seconds later gave a small cry as she came. She moved her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. She dared to look over to see if Bradley was still present, but he was gone.
Bradley washed the tiny amount of semen off his hands and seriously thought about cranking another one out. He didn't think it would take too long considering he still had the memory of his mother fresh on his mind. He decided against it, though, as he had really put his cock through the ringer over the past thirty-six hours. Even still, as She ate her own fucking cum raced through his head, his cock was already stiff again and begging for release. "Oh, what the hell," he said to himself as he lay on his bed. He didn't bother shutting his room door as the thought of his mom catching him in the act added more excitement to the act. In fact, that is what he fantasized over as he pounded away at his dick. She didn't catch him, not that there was enough time to do so as Bradley was cumming again within five minutes.
The following week was business as usual: Bradley went to school and Judy found more creative ways to implement her cum into their dinner. On Thursday, Bradley came home from school an hour and a half early as his last class had been canceled. He entered his mother's room and immediately heard the shower. He thought to try to get a peek at her but decided it was too risky. He went to the kitchen and found a bowl of some creamy white substance sitting on the counter next to the stove. He picked it up, smelled it, then dipped his finger in it and gave a taste. He immediately recognized it as the spice his mother had been using. Without a second thought, he grabbed a spoon and ate it all. It was good, of course, but in its raw form it was highly reminiscent of something, but he couldn't say what, exactly.
Not expecting her son to be home, Judy had dressed only in her panties and a cut-off tank top T. She made her way to the kitchen just as Bradley spooned the last bit of her cum into his mouth. "What are you doing?" she asked with equal parts surprise and incredulity.
Startled, Bradley quickly turned her way and opened his mouth to speak, but his words caught in his throat as he took in his mother's state of dress. Yes, his eyes immediately went to her crotch where he noticed her black lace thong, but they settled on her shirt, more specifically her nipples, which were rigid and poking through the thin, white, cottony material. He managed an, "Om..." but that was it.
"Did you really just eat all that?" Judy asked, giving little regard to where his eyes were focused. Truth be told, she had noticed the bulge in his pants.
"I... Uh..." and he finally moved his eyes upward to meet hers. "Sorry. It's just..."
Judy laughed as she moved forward. She took the bowl from him, ran her forefinger and middle finger through it, and placed them in her mouth. Bradley just stared, wide-eyed, as immediately the scene of his mother eating her own cum that exact same way filled his mind. He suddenly became aware of his hard-on as it throbbed in his pants. "Uh... I need to go," he said as he quickly made his way out of the kitchen.
"Well, we won't be having any of this with our dinner tonight," Judy called after him.
Bradley was going to head to his room. To masturbate? More than likely, but the words his mother spoke--and the scene that just transpired--placed him on a completely different mission. He headed for the door, to his car, and made his way to town. He stopped at the first grocery store he came to, went inside, and made his way to the spice and seasonings section. He paused as he tried to recall the name of... whatever his mother had called it. Mrs. J's... What? Shit. Let me think. Mrs. J's... Cajun something, wasn't it? Oh, yeah! Mrs. J's Country Jamboree Mild Cajun Seasoning. "Yeah," he said aloud as he began looking for it. He looked hard for fifteen minutes, and when he was convinced he must be overlooking it, he stopped a stocker and asked about it.
"Sorry, but I've never heard of it," the woman said.
"Could it be somewhere else?" Bradley asked.
"If by 'somewhere else' you mean a different store, then maybe, but we don't carry it."
Bradley thanked her and made his way to the next store where he was met with the same result. "Sorry, but I've been doing this for two years now. If we had something like that, I'd know."
So, off to the third store, and again, nothing. He tried convenience stores, Mom & Pop stores, and even that new place at the Mall, but no one carried it or had even heard of it. During all his driving, he began to wonder if the J in Mrs. J's actually stood for Judy.
Bradley made his way to Mayuki's apartment. He needed to talk with someone about his suspicions concerning his mother and her so-called spice, but the closer he got, the more he wondered if this were the kind of thing he should actually speak aloud. He knocked on her door, she opened it and greeted him, and on impulse Bradley scooped her into his arms, carried her to the couch, and dumped her onto it.
"Bradley, what...?" He said nothing. He pulled her shorts and panties down in one motion, spread her legs wide, and planted his tongue inside her. "Bradley! I... Oh, damn. Oh, baby. Whatever's gotten into you, don't stop." It was such a random and intense moment that Mayuki came in less than three minutes.
Bradley lapped at her cum, raised his head, and worked its taste over his tongue and through his mouth. His eyes grew wide. He looked at Mayuki and said, "Hers is thicker. Richer, too."
"Hers?" Mayuki near shouted. "'Hers,' who?"
"My mom," Bradley said as he stood, and without a word, he made his way through the door, to his car, and back home.
Judy hadn't bothered to put anything else on. She was comfortable as she was. Besides, she was still on a mission to entice her son into having sex with her, the thought of which made her wet between the legs. She had been musing over the fact that things would be coming to a head soon when Bradley arrived and began shouting, "Mom? Mom! Where are you?" He found her in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on a pizza. "What was in that stuff you kept giving me?" Before she could answer, he said, "It was your cum, wasn't it? And don't lie. I went to every god damned store in town and no one has ever heard of Mrs. J's... Whatever the fuck you called it."
Judy was a bit taken aback, still, she answered truthfully. "Yes, Bradley. It was my cum. I've been feeding it to you for the past couple of weeks now."
"Why?" Bradley pled more than asked.
"You liked it, didn't you?" Judy asked him. "I mean, you gobbled it up every time I set it before you." She gave a light laugh. "You just couldn't get enough of it. Like me. I love it, but you know that already, don't you? I mean, you were watching me the other day when I got myself off on the patio and licked my fingers clean."
"You... I..." Bradley was trying to make sense of everything his mother had just said and everything that she admitted had gone on for the past two weeks. Finally, he was able to force another, "Why?" past his lips.
"Come here," Judy said as she left the pizza on the counter and led her son to the living room. She made her way to the couch, removed her T-shirt and panties, lay down with her legs cocked open, and said, "Because I want you to want me, Bradley. I want you to eat my pussy. I want you to fuck me, and not just once, but over and over again."
Bradley just stared at his mother, his eyes moving from hers to her breasts to her shaved pussy and back again. He had to admit that she had a killer body, and the hard-on he was now sporting was a testament to the fact that right now, he wanted to fuck her as badly as she wanted it.
Judy placed her right hand between her legs, slightly inserted her fingers, and pulled them out, her thick cum glazing them ever so lightly. She held them out and said, "Here, Bradley. This is for you. It's always been for you."
Bradley tentatively moved forward and wrapped his lips around his mother's fingers. "Mmmm," he said as he sucked the cum from them.
"Come here, down here," Judy said as she lightly spanked her bald pussy. "You can have as much as you like."
That was all Bradley needed to hear. He positioned himself between his mother's legs, immersed his face in her pussy, and began eating it; slowly at first, which brought on a quick orgasm, then more aggressively, which brought on several more.
Judy lost count of how many orgasms she had, but she figured her son ate her out for a good twenty minutes. Now, however, it was her turn. "Bradley? Baby? I've given you plenty of cum over the past few weeks, now I'd like some of yours."
"Really?" Bradley asked, a bit astonished, but that didn't keep him from stripping down in no time flat. He lay back on the couch as Judy sat up. She wrapped her hand around his cock and began to lightly pump it up and down.
Bradley gave a light moan as Judy said, "It's so thick, Bradley. So beautiful." She wrapped her lips around it and sucked the head. Bradley jerked forcibly. He had had his cock sucked before; many times, but this was different. This was his mother sucking it, and it was the most awesome thing he ever experienced.
Judy paid special attention to the head of her son's cock, finger-fucking herself as she began taking more and more of him in her mouth. She was cumming in intervals of about forty-five seconds. They were little orgasms, but all the little ones were making a big, big mess. She removed her hand from her pussy and slathered her thick cream onto her son's cock before taking him deep into her throat. She felt her esophagus stretch to accommodate his large mushroom head, and as he moaned out in pleasure she came again, hard this time. It was all she could do to keep from biting his cock. She moved back up and began furiously pumping his dick as her tongue swirled around the head.
"Oh, Mom. It's coming. I'm fucking coming," and he blasted a super-sized load into his mother's mouth. He hadn't jerked off in about five days, so enough semen had built up to blast the back of his mother's head off, as the saying goes.
Judy mewed like a kitten as her mouth filled with her son's cum. She held it there as she waited for his cock to stop pulsating, then she came off his cock, swirled his cum through her mouth, swallowed, and gave a satisfying, "Ahhhh."
Bradley looked down at his still-hard cock in his mother's hand, then upon her beautiful face, and said, "I've got lots more where that came from."
Judy crawled up onto her son and said, "Yes, baby, but Mommy wants the next load in her pussy. Can you do that for me?" She had already impaled herself on his cock before he could answer. "Oh, Bradley. It feels so good inside me." She bent down and kissed her son on the mouth, then inserted her tongue.
Bradley was so turned by what was happening that he grabbed his mother's hips and began furiously banging his cock into her.
"Yes, baby. That's it. Stretch my pussy. Fill it with your cum."
"Oh, fuck!" Bradley screamed as he nutted inside his mother.
"Yes, baby. Yes," Judy shouted as her pussy became wetter and wetter, her cum intermingling
with that of her son's.
Bradley pulled his mother's mouth to his and kissed her long and deep. Upon pulling away, he said, "That is absolutely the best sex I ever had."
"Oh, really?" It wasn't Judy who asked. Unbeknownst to Bradley and his mother, Mayuki had entered the house and watched in horror as her boyfriend fucked his mother. She was shocked at first, and understandably so, but now she was infuriated over Bradley's declaration.
Bradley didn't know if he should push his mother off him and plead with his girlfriend to forgive him or to admit he was telling the truth. Lucky for him, his mother took control of the situation. "Mayuki, it's apparent that Bradley's cock is big enough to keep us both satisfied, and my mouth can do for you what it did for him."
"What?!?" Mayuki exclaimed with incredulity.
"Come here," Judy said in a soft voice, and for some reason Mayuki's legs began moving of their own volition, carrying her to Bradley and Judy's side. Judy sat up, took one of Mayuki's hands into her own, and pulled her down. Their lips met. Judy placed a hand on one of Mayuki's breasts and used her other to move one of Bradley's onto the other breast. She pulled away from Mayuki's mouth and said, "It's okay, Mayuki. You should be a part of this as well."
"I... But..."
"Here," Judy said as she removed herself from Bradley's cock. "It's dripping with my cum and his. Suck it clean for him." Judy placed a hand behind Mayuki's head and guided her mouth to her son's cock. Mayuki felt helpless, yet she couldn't deny this was all pretty exciting as well. She did as Judy suggested. She took her boyfriend's cock into her mouth and began to slowly suck it. "Yes, just like that," Judy said in coaching her. "That's how."
Bradley moaned less because of the sensation and more because he saw a threesome coming his way. He looked the question at his mother, who just smiled as she began removing Mayuki's clothes. First came the shirt, then the bra, followed by shorts and panties. Judy positioned herself behind Mayuki, spread her ass cheeks, and began licking the young Asian woman's anus. "Mmmmm," Mayuki moaned around Bradley's cock.
"Are you ready to fuck him?" Judy asked.
Mayuki removed her mouth from her boyfriend and answered, "Yes, ma'am."
Judy had the two of them stand. She lay on the couch, invited Mayuki to a sixty-nine, then motioned for Bradley to get behind them. This was the perfect position, for she could nibble on Mayuki's clit as she watched her son's fat cock stretch the girl's pussy. She intermittently moved from Mayuki's clit to her son's cock and balls, giving them both pleasure as she received her own. It was, for her, paradise.
Mayuki immediately noticed the scent of her boyfriend's cum mingled with that of Judy's. It was weirdly erotic and made her pussy wet. She reveled in the feel of Judy sucking her clit as Bradley pushed his bloated cock inside her. Her orgasm was immediate, and was a precursor to many more to come.
Mayuki's pussy, Bradley noticed, was hotter than it had ever been. He felt like it was baking his cock as he moved in and out of her. He could feel it palpitate as she came, and with his mother sucking his balls or running her lips across his shaft every now and again, he knew it wouldn't be long before he was spurting another load. The only question, as the feeling neared closer and closer, was where to put it. As if sensing this dilemma, Judy reached up and pulled her son's cock free from Mayuki's pussy, placed the head in her mouth, and jerked it until he came again. She held it, like before, luxuriating in the texture of her son's cum. She swallowed, then sighed with pleasure.
"Wow, Mom... Mayuki. Thanks."
Judy looked up at her son and smiled as Mayuki repositioned herself to look at them both. "Yeah, thank you, Mrs. Martin. I've always wanted to do a threesome, but I was scared I'd like it too much, you know, and now... well, I want more. With you."
Judy sat up and kissed Mayuki briefly. "You were wonderful, Mayuki. You as well, Bradley, and yes, we can do this as regularly as you like."
Bradley just smiled. Gone were any feelings of resentment he may have felt for his mother's trickery. The only thought in his mind right now was that he had to be the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet, and he hoped that would never change.
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