JUST ONCE, NEVER-ENDING

DAY ONE: COMPROMISING POSITION

I blackmailed my mom.

I did it on a whim when I caught her in a compromising position. At the time, it was also an effective way to circumvent her livid disposition that arose from my duplicitous judgment.

It all began when I entered her bedroom without knocking. She was laying on the bed wearing a robe, but the bottom half was parted.

Naked from the waist down, her thighs were widely opened.

With a vibrator in hand, she was pleasuring herself and was moaning with her eyes closed.

I had my phone in hand and did something stupid. Well, perhaps it wasn't so foolish now that I think about it, I guess it depends on perspective.

I took a picture of her masturbating.

Not a smart move if you forget to turn the flash off.

Yeah, a burst of light in a dim room did alert my mom to an intruder.

Her eyes immediately popped open and the reaction was what you'd expect.

Her knees snapped together while she scrambled to close her robe and she yelled, "What the fuck, Chad!"

"The door wasn't locked," I replied.

The noise produced from the vibrator in her hand made for an awkward conversation.

Her face blushed as she franticly twisted the bottom to turn it off.

Tossing the device under the covers, she retorted, "And you didn't have the decency to knock?"

Her angry chastisement stemmed more from embarrassment, but she was right. I should have been more conscientious for her privacy and been a gentleman.

Buffeted by guilt, I said, "I'm sorry. I'll knock next time. I'm going back to my room."

I turned and placed my hand on the doorknob.

"What did you do?" my mom said with an accusatorial tone.

I turned back to look at her, my expression was guilty of a travesty.

I've learned by experience from my girlfriend that women have this unusual ability to read a man's mind based on his countenance. Moms are even more efficient at reading their sons like they have a built-in guilt detector. In this instant, circumstance, a flash of light, and a cellphone with a camera that was noticeable in my hand made it easy for her to deduce that I'd done something deplorable.

Her eyes narrowed, she headily rasped, "I'm your mother, how could you?"

Truly, my stomach did wrench at that specific moment. I was caught committing an appalling act and my back was against the wall.

Then she demanded, "Delete that picture right now!"

Perhaps it was the tone of desperation in her voice that triggered me.

"Why would I? Maybe I'll send it to your friends. Perhaps I'll email blast it to your church group. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

She huffed, "You're blackmailing me?"

Okay, for clarity, I wasn't thinking of that when I threatened her. It was primarily to get her off my back. She put the idea in my head and my thoughts became perverse. When my mind drifted to the gutter, I began thinking of how far I could push her.

"Yeah, I'm blackmailing you," I replied.

For a moment, she stared at me with a red face and a slack jaw.

She then said, "You can't be serious. You'd do that to your mother?"

I sheepishly smiled and replied, "I have a picture of you with your legs spread and a vibrator half-buried in your hole. That gives me leverage. How desperate are you to keep it out of circulation?"

"Chad, what do you what? A game console? A computer for college? A new car? Tell me and I'll pay for it. Then you'll delete that damn picture from your phone."

I said, "How about a hand-job and you don't stop until I pop."

It was obvious that I'd taken her off-guard. She began stuttering and then coughed to clear her throat.

With a furrowed brow and her eyes narrowed on me, she exclaimed, "Did you just say you want me to jerk you off?"

"Yes. Until I ejaculate. I have an explicit picture of you, my payment should be of equivalent significance."

"Oh hell no. I didn't raise a perv. I'm your mom, that's sick. You've lost your mind. You're playing me. Pick something reasonable," she replied.

I decided to bluff by placing my hand on the doorknob. I then said, "It's no joke. You're not taking me seriously. As soon as I step through this door, I'm bombing the picture out. I'll let you explain it to your churchy friends."

"Chad, this is ridiculous."

I replied, "Okay, I'm out of here," as I opened the door and took one step out.

"Wait," she blathered out in desperation.

I closed the door and turned back to face her.

She glared at me and said, "You'll delete the picture in front of me when I'm done?"

I kept my expression blank, but I was nervous and shocked by her reply. Her last statement was more than a consideration and I must admit it intrigued me.

I said, "Of course I will. I'm not out to hurt you."

"You need to swear that this will never be discussed. Not one fucking word to anyone. Do you hear me?" she demanded.

"Do you think I'm crazy? My lips are sealed, I promise."

She rose to her knees and mumbled, "I can't believe I'm agreeing to do this."

It was as if she read my mind again because I was thinking the same damn thing. Frankly, I was scared and wasn't so sure I could go through with it.

I was about to say that I was teasing her and would just delete the picture.

Then she said, "Chad, drop your pants and underwear. It'll be easier than yanking it from the fly."

Yeah, my mom said that. Perhaps in a more casual tone than expected and now I was the one taken off-guard. I was her son and it wasn't like she hadn't seen me naked before. Although, I wasn't a little kid taking a bath and much had changed since then.

"Are you going to do it or not?" she said.

I stuttered, "Y...Ye...Yea...Yeah, give me a second."

My mom gawked at me and I was unnerved by it.

At this moment, I felt like the one being blackmailed. I'd somehow backed myself in a corner and felt obligated to follow through with the obscenity.

After I placed my cell phone on the dresser, I hesitantly removed my shoes, trousers, and boxers and then stood there like a fool staring back at her.

Truly, she wasn't smiling, and she had no desire to do this. Seeing her son naked from the waist down wasn't sexually arousing to her, it was the opposite. She was repulsed by the idea and it showed on her expression, but she oddly took the blackmail to heart and felt coerced to follow through. She was being tasked to perform a sexual act on her son it distressed her.

She huffed and then said, "I'm not stooping on a dirty floor. Crawl up on the bed and get on your knees. Don't make this difficult for me or I'll change my mind and take my chances."

I'd gone this far, and I admit I had a legitimate curiosity as to whether my mom would fondle me or chicken out at the last instant. For that matter, would I even allow her to do it or would I freak out and find myself in an awkward predicament?

I clambered up on the bed and shuffled forward on my knees until I was five feet away and facing her.

I could have ended this now by telling her the blackmail was a sham to see how far she'd go, but when I saw her busty cleavage and a shadowy nipple from the parted dangle of her robe it kind of jinxed that idea and I kept my mouth shut.

She grimaced and then whined, "Chad, I'm your damn mother and your penis is hard already. What the hell?"

Well, in truth, it didn't get rock solid until she approached me which is why she made that comment. Acquiring an erection when my mom came within proximity was difficult to explain and somewhat shameful.

I replied, "I don't control my dick. What do you want me to say?"

"You shouldn't have a boner is all I'm saying," she exclaimed.

Yeah, her response required me to give her a "what the fuck," look so I did.

I replied, "Are you going keep appraising my rigidity or do the deed?"

She returned the same expression I had given her a moment ago and mumbled, "This is so wrong."

She reached out and clasped the shaft in her right hand. As she began slowly yanking my dick, her face expressed distaste and she turned her head to avoid looking at it.

When she felt my member twitch and throb in her hand, she grimaced and muttered, "Oh my god, you're turned on by this."

I said, "It's obvious and the point of this activity. Remember you can't stop until I ejaculate. I'm going to edge this for as long as possible."

She pivoted her head back and glared at me. She then heatedly said, "You're going to do what?"

When she first touched my dick, I'd thought I'd be as squeamish as she was, but having her hand wrapped around my shank had a calming effect and my arousal inspired a vulgar image in my mind. Since she wasn't matching expectations, I decided to up the ante by manipulating her.

I replied, "You're not performing with much enthusiasm and my dick knows it. I'm going to try and hold off the urge just to humiliate you. There is a way to speed this up, but you won't like it."

She huffed and then replied, "Jerking you off was our agreement. What are you suggesting?"

"If you put it in your mouth and looked up at me with pouty eyes, that would damn sure speed up the process."

"You're asking me to suck your cock?" she retorted.

"No. I'm giving you an alternative that will shorten the time you'll have to spend with that nauseated expression on your face. It's your choice."

"Chad, that's taking this too far. Not happening."

"Then keep up your lackluster tugging. I'm sure I'll feel the need eventually," I replied.

She snapped, "Oh, hell no, I'm not spending all day on the bed fondling your penis. This needs to end."

Her hand movements intensified with full stokes to the top of the head and gentle twists of the shank. She also dropped her other hand to my balls to kneed them with encouragement.

I kept my mouth shut because I knew without a doubt that commenting on her hasty eagerness would temper the momentum and perhaps put an abrupt end to progressing from here.

She glared at me to appraise whether her actions were having any positive effect to bring this deplorable deed to a conclusion.

"Damn it, Chad, fucking come already," she grumbled.

She pivoted her head down to look at my cock. She stared at the bulbous head as her hand frenziedly frolicked along the length.

Her shoulders quivered once as her face crinkled before she raised her head to look at me. With a stern stare, she said, "Don't you dare come in my mouth. Do you understand?"

Wide-eyed from her remark, I hastily replied, "Yeah, yeah...I'll let you know."

She pivoted at the waist and lowered her head. I watched her mouth gape and hesitantly envelop the knob for a brief instant before she jerked and pulled back.

With a scowl of distasteful, she smacked her lips and said, "Did you cum already?"

I had to reply to that one. I said, "You'd know if I did. You're tasting pre-cum. Have you never given dad a blowjob?"

Ah, yeah, she gave me one of those looks that conveyed I'd said too much.

She snapped, "I'm not discussing my sex life with you. And yes, many times."

"Then what's the problem? Look you've already slurped it off the tip. Not promising I won't leak, but if you slobber when you do it, you probably won't taste it."

Mom glared at me for a moment. It was clear my reply wasn't helpful, and her patience was running thin.

She huffed and then broke eye contact as she lowered her head once again.

This wasn't my first time receiving a blowjob. My girlfriend did it on a few occasions, but I confess she is a novice compared to my mother. With an enthusiastic approach, my mom was determined to conclude this shameful task as quickly as possible.

She bobbed, slobbered, and licked while tugging the base of my shank and playing with my balls. She performed like a calibrated dick sucking machine with years of experience that contained greasy gears perfectly meshed to work with efficiency.

I was so pleasured by her eager mouth that I was distracted and forgot to warn her. Having not ejaculated in a few days, I had a full load and it jetted out as a copious thick stream followed a final short burst that trumpeted the emptying of my balls.

I'd made a dreadful mistake that I would later regret.

I quipped, "Oh shit," with a hesitant downward tilt of my head.

Looking down at my mom with guilt and a queasy expression, I was at a loss for words.

She stared back at me with her eyes broadly opened.

For a few moments, her mouth encircled the girth of my cock as her mind wrangled with what had just occurred.

When her eyes suddenly narrowed on me and her face turned red, I knew then that she had figured it out. After purging of my penis from her oral cavity, it remained wide open and her complexion paled as her face crinkled up to express disgust.

A layer of cum rested like a thick gooey carpet on her tongue and pooled on the bottom part of her lip where it dribbled over to trickle down to her chin.

She awkwardly shrieked, "Uw ame in my ouf, how cud uw!" with a cupped hand hovering under her jaw to catch droplets of sticky semen.

I interpreted that as "You came in my mouth, how could you!" and yes, observing a gelatinous sludge of ejaculate dribbling from my mother's mouth did make me cringe.

She scrambled off the bed in a mad rush and dashed through the bathroom door.

Oddly, there was nothing but silence.

After a minute, I said, "Are you okay?"

That's when she began spitting into the sink and running water.

The timing of it was weird. It would be a couple of days before it made sense to me.

Gathering my nerve, I yelled, "I'm sorry!"

The sounds of her gurgling with mouth wash echoed from the open door.

Knowing she was pissed, I thought it best to get dressed quickly so I crawled off the bed and snatched my boxers off the floor.

I had just finished buckling my belt when she appeared in the bathroom doorway.

My mom calmly said, "Get your phone, socks, and shoes, and get the hell out of my bedroom. No discussion. I don't want you anywhere near me for a while. And delete that picture as promised."

My expectation was a furious confrontation. I was prepared to handle that, but when she spoke with a motherly tone as if I'd simply borrowed the car without permission, that gave me cause for concern.

"We need to talk about this," I said.

She pointed a finger towards the door and said, "Out of my room. We're not speaking about this ever. It never happened."

What bothered me was the fact that it did happen. This wasn't something I could just sweep under the rug and disregard. I observed anxiety in her expression and knew this wasn't a forgettable moment for her either. I was convinced that she would eventually implode, and I feared the repercussions of that. I was determined to discuss it with her to alleviate the troublesome burden of guilt from my mind.

I decided to let it go for now and did as she asked. I rushed to my bedroom.

After closing the door, I sat on the bed and sulked with worry.

***

A few hours later after stewing with my thoughts, I decided to make another attempt to talk with her.

Her bedroom door was closed.

I damn sure wasn't entering unannounced this time. I was about to knock when I heard a faint noise resonate from the opening at the bottom of the door.

I put my ear to the wooden surface. The hollow-core provided an acoustical barrier that reverberated the sound from the interior bedroom.

I heard a muffled buzzing sound barely audible.

Then my mom moaned.

I impulsively broadened my eyes and stumbled back from the door.

Although an unnerving thought rambled in my mind that instant, I shrugged it off as my mom relieving stress provoked by the demoralizing event from earlier. After all, I did interrupt her before she had time to finish.

I returned to my room to grab my keys and then drove to visit my 22-year-old girlfriend named Jen.

***

DAY TWO: REPERCUSSIONS

It was morning. I got dressed for class and then walked to the kitchen.

Mom was there preparing breakfast.

I boldly walked up to her and said, "Hi."

She turned to me and stared for a moment before saying, "Do you want eggs?"

"Are we going to discuss what happened?" I said.

With panic evident in her eyes, she rasped, "Keep your voice down. Your father is getting dressed for work. No, it doesn't require a discussion."

She glared at me while the hand holding the spatula began shaking.

I gently clasped her arm to hold it steady and whispered, "Mom, you're freaking out. It's obvious you're troubled by it. Why won't you talk to me so we can work this out?"

She pulled her arm from my grasp and immediately turned back to the stove.

I watched her frenziedly scrabble the eggs she was cooking.

With her back to me, she mumbled, "Chad, quit staring at me. It was just once, never again, and never to be spoken about. Let it go, I'm fine."

I exclaimed, "No, it's clear you're not. Dad likes his eggs over-easy and you just scrambled the shit out of them. You're avoiding me for some reason. We need to talk about it. I won't be comfortable until I'm confident you're okay."

"Okay with what?" dad said as he walked into the kitchen.

Mom jerked and the spatula flew from her hand onto the stovetop. A small amount of egg dropped to the surface and splattered.

I casually turned to look at him and replied, "I decided to stay home today to help mom around the house. I asked her if it was okay."

Dad exclaimed, "Skipping classes to help with chores, that's highly unusual for you."

"I want to spend time with mom," I replied.

My mother dramatically turned to face me. She glared at me with tightly pressed lips.

Dad chuckled and then said, "Ah, I see now. You two quarreled. That explains why she was tossing and turning in her sleep last night. I doubt she got a wink of rest. It must have been a bad one. Lorene, perhaps spending time with Chad to talk it out wouldn't be a bad thing."

"Exactly," I said with a smile.

She huffed and immediately turned back to the stove and then said, "Sure."

As we sat at the table eating breakfast, mom's conversation consisted of an occasional grunt when responding to my dad's statements or dropping a "Hum," to show interest. Otherwise, she was distant with her gaze locked on her plate, my dad, or the floor. It was evident she was intentionally trying to avoid looking at me. That was not a good sign.

After breakfast, dad left to go to work.

Sitting across from her at the table, I said, "You're troubled about yesterday. We must talk about it."

Mom gave me a stern look and stood up. She snapped, "Never to be discussed ever, we agreed. It's over, please let it go."

She didn't allow me to respond. Leaving the soiled dishes and plates on the table, she hastily left the dining room and scurried down the hallway.

I heard a loud thud as she slammed her bedroom door.

This was my punishment for ejaculating in her mouth. She was avoiding the topic on purpose to provoke misery, so I'd torture myself with concern.

I sat pondering what to do next and then decided I needed to leave the house. I strolled around the mall for a few hours to give her space without my obnoxious presence to trouble her.

***

At noon I drove back home having reached a decision. If she refused to talk to me, I'd just confront her and blabber out what I needed to say and apologize for my actions. I hoped that she'd eventually forgive me for what I'd done.

When I entered the house, I noticed all the dishes on the table had been removed and the kitchen was spotless. Even the floor had been mopped.

Finding her absent in the front part of the house, I crept down the hallway to her bedroom door.

Now with an agenda and determined to follow through, I briskly entered her bedroom without knocking.

Mom stood next to the bed folding clothes and stacking them.

As I entered, she glared at me and then her eyes narrowed.

She angrily retorted, "You did it again. No knock, not even a verbal warning. What were you expecting to find this time? Is this your routine now?"

"I'm here to talk to you and you're going to listen," I replied.

She tossed a towel onto the bed and began walking towards me.

Stopping five feet away, she snatched the hem of her blouse and took it off. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts bounced when she forcefully threw the top to the floor.

She said, "You're not here to discuss anything. You want to blackmail me again. Well, here's my boobs, get a good look at them. Knowing you, your dick is already hard."

My prick wasn't even registering arousal until she told me to look at her knockers. Let's just say confining an erection wearing jeans is a bit uncomfortable. I wasn't looking forward to hearing her remarks about it if she noticed. I needed her to put her blouse back on.

I said, "Seriously, I'm only here to talk, not to ogle your tits. Please put your shirt back on."

Mom then cupped her bosoms with both hands and jiggled them for effect. Pointing the nipples towards me in a vulgar manner, she replied, "Oh, so your mom's boobies aren't good enough for you. My pervert son wants the whole package, is that it?"

When she released her breasts and moved her hands to the waistband of her pants, I said, "What are you doing?"

She dropped her pants to the floor and raised an eyebrow while staring at the tented rise at my crotch.

Stepping out of them, she demanded, "Take your picture. Humiliate me like you did yesterday."

Not exactly how I expected this encounter to go. I got the impression she was trying to prove a point, but I hadn't figured out what that was yet.

Gawking at my mom's nudity with a protuberant fixture in my jeans made me nervous and uncomfortable.

My mom loudly said, "Well Chad, I'm completely naked now. Take the damn picture. Blackmail me. Looking at the boner bulging in your pants, it's clear that you want me on my knees sucking your dick again."

"That's not it at all. What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, no, you can't feign ignorance. You want nothing more than to plunge the plump tip of your cock between your mother's lips, I'm sure of it. Be perverse, take a nasty picture of me. Or do you prefer your mother on the bed spreading her legs? Is that it?"

I replied, "Now you're the one being ridiculous."

Mom yelled, "Chad, take the fucking picture. Blackmail me to suck your god-damn prick. Do it!"

It took me this long to figure out that this wasn't intended to teach me a lesson. My mom was legitimately demanding that I blackmail her with a picture because she needed an excuse to give me a blowjob.

I gave in to the pressure and pulled my phone out. After snapping a picture of her standing naked, I debated with myself the morality for a son keeping such a photo for masturbation material only.

That was a short-lived deliberation that ended with no conclusion. My mother didn't even wait to discuss terms related to deleting it. She didn't seem to care and had already decided on the required task beforehand.

Reading my expression and noticing my jittery movement towards the door, my mom said, "Don't you dare move," and then she dropped to her knees in front of me.

As she frenziedly unbuckled my pants, I said, "Are you going to explain any of this?"

She abruptly replied, "You've blackmailed me, I have no choice."

I quipped, "Is this a creepy sex game? Have you lost your mind? Are you going to explain why you're doing this?"

Mom slid my pants and underwear to the floor and made me step out of them.

Clasping my chubby hard dick in her hand, she exhaled a breath and looked up at me.

She then said, "I was never upset with you."

"You avoided me, refused to talk. I don't understand."

"I was distraught with myself. I enjoyed it too damn much. There's your answer."

Not the response I expected from my mother. Last night, she showed no evidence of joy, quite the opposite. Her disclosure prompted me with inappropriate questions.

She observed my expression and said, "Chad, please don't make this difficult for me. I've humiliated myself enough over this, yet here I am with your penis in my hand once again. Please, for my sake, let's not go there."

I was perplexed by how calm she was compared to last night. She began naturally jerking me with none of the signs of revulsion she expressed yesterday."

Since I was already rigid, she funneled my cock into her mouth without hesitation and immediately began bobbing her head on it.

After slithering her tongue from the bottom to the top, she pulled back to eye the length of my dick. Appraising the plump head and the girth of my shaft, she quietly giggled and mumbled to herself, "Why is he always so hard for me?"

She tilted her gaze up and caught me staring down at her. She blushed and then slurped prick into her orifice and went back to work.

Yeah, her statement gave me a tingling chill, but it inclined towards the creepy side.

I was enjoying the pleasure and placed my hands on both sides of her head to row with her movements.

She panicked and purged my prick from her mouth and quickly demanded, "Remove your hands. I'm not a slut."

I stuttered out, "But—"

She said, "If you must place them somewhere, grope my breasts. You can play with my nipples, I'd like that. Crouch down on your knees and I'll reposition myself so you can reach them."

My mother had an odd sense as to what classified her as a slut. Placing my hands on her head made her feel nasty, but molesting her boobs seemed natural to her. Yes, I was getting the impression she was being quirkier than usual.

I didn't even bother to argue that point and lowered myself to my knees as asked.

Yesterday when we did this it was an entirely different dynamic. She was covered with a robe and even with her mouth around my cock, it didn't have the atmosphere of being sexual. Although I was aroused and got off on it, I viewed the mess as simply a distasteful prank that forced my mother to perform a seedy task. There was no sensual connotations or lust associated with it.

Today was an entirely different matter. My mom was naked, and I had my hands outstretched cupping her breasts. It radiated a sexual vibe that couldn't be ignored. Being that the woman was my mother made this situation awkward and perverse. But I must admit, something about the nature of that very fact did stir me up inside and provoked feelings I'd never considered before. I'd never once got a boner in the presence of her until yesterday. Now it was a natural reaction that I had no control over. She made my dick hard and there was no denying that.

Her breasts were soft like large silk balloons filled with weighty water, but perhaps meaty plump melons describe them better. Just touching her in this manner was surging a tingle along my spine and producing an urge that I refused to recognize out of fear for it signified.

To avoid those dreadful thoughts, I focused on action and moved my hands to tease her nipples with finger twists and light strokes to stimulate her with pleasure. I wanted to give back what she was willingly giving me.

Mom emitted a soft rumbling groan and closed her eyes.

She then removed her left hand from my scrotum, and it quickly disappeared between her legs.

I broadened my eyes as the flexing muscles in her shoulder and arm broadcasted what she was doing.

My mom was pleasuring herself while sucking my penis. It was surreal, but it was happening, and I felt the reality of it bobbing and moaning on my prick.

The faster her hand worked her pussy the more rapid her head bobbed on my dick. And the nastier she behaved the more frenzied I molested her breasts. We were feeding each other, and our actions were escalating.

She was excessively slobbering and producing hungry lustful type noises with her mouth. My groans were getting louder to match the rising surge of pressure in my groin.

My mother was unwarily getting us both off at the same time.

I knew I couldn't hold it and gave her a warning, "Mom, I'm fucking coming!"

She stopped bobbing her head, but she tightly crimped her lips around my girth instead of removing it.

I looked down at her the instant I unloaded.

Her cheeks hallowed to create a vacuum while her fingers wildly banged her twat.

As my seed creamed her mouth, she savored it and then her mouth widened with my dick still in it. Her body began jerking with short bursts and she emitted animalistic sounds congruent with her powerful orgasm.

As it faded, she opened her glossy eyes and focused. She pulled back showing her mouth as an oval hole filled with sticky semen and a trail that glistened at the back her throat. She snapped her oral cavity closed and crimped her lips tight.

Breathing through her nose, she glared at me, but this time her eyes glittered with lust.

She then rolled to her side and crimped her hands between her thighs. Her body tensed like she was experiencing another climax.

As it subsided, she crawled over to the side of the bed.

I said, "Are we done?"

Her mouth was still closed with an ample amount of jizz muzzling any attempt to speak.

She steadied herself with an arm braced against the bed and stood up.

Raising a finger to convey to me to wait, she rushed to the bathroom.

I heard her spitting cum into the sink, but the sounds were spaced out. With a mouth full of her son's ejaculate, I expected she'd be in a rush to expel it as fast as possible. I didn't understand why she didn't just swallow it.

After a gurgling rinse, my mother came back out with a towel wrap to conceal her nudity.

She replied, "Yes, we're done. I expect you to delete that picture along with the other one. I'm sure you haven't done that yet. Seriously, I don't want those circulated or find myself on the internet branded a web-whore for the world to gawk at forever."

"You don't want to talk about what just happen?"

"Chad why do you need to talk about it? That was the last time. We can never do that again. I'm your mother. We need to dial it back to that."

"You're so confusing. So that's it?" I replied.

"Did you have expectations for something else? I gave you two blowjobs in two days. I say that's enough. No more discussion about this, especially around your father. If you're still horny get dressed and go have sex with your girlfriend. That can never happen with us."

"I never brought that up, I'm not expecting what you're inferring. Screw it, okay, we're done, and I'll never bring up again."

I didn't bother putting my pants on. I snatched my clothes off the floor and rushed out the door.

Breathing heavily, I pressed my back up against the hallway wall and muttered, "What the fuck just happened?"

***

DAY THREE: CHANGE OF HEART

I walked into the kitchen finding my mother fixing breakfast.

I greeted her as usual and stood at the counter.

She turned and smiled at me. "Good morning," she cheerfully said.

I replied, "Wow, you're in good spirits today. You must have slept well."

"Actually, no, I'm a mess and you know why," she bluntly exclaimed.

This time I had to remind her by whispering, "We're not supposed to discuss it ever. That's your rule. Dad can walk in here any minute. You said it was over, remember?"

She timidly nodded her head without a reply and then turned back to the stove.

Dad strolled into the kitchen carrying his briefcase. He walked up to mom and kissed her on the cheek and then said, "Hon, I'm sorry, I have a meeting this morning. I'm in a hurry, so I'll just skip breakfast. They're providing pastries and coffee, I'll eat there."

"Dear, are you sure? It's almost ready, won't take but a minute," she replied.

"I'm sure. Don't worry, I'm coming home early so we can you know, have some quality time with Mrs. Frisky," he said and then tickled her waist.

As her torso wiggled, she giggled and said, "Hon, stop tickling me. You know it makes me tingly."

Shocked by their exchange, I almost blubbered something out and had to crimp my lips closed.

As dad turned from her, he gave me a wink and said, "You can't keep missing classes. I drove by yesterday on my way to a meeting and your car was still parked in the driveway. But you're a man now, so I don't have much say in it."

"O—kay," I hesitantly replied.

Once I heard the front door close, I said with an accusation, "Is there something I should know?"

She said, "Is that a tone of jealousy I hear in your voice? You sound foolish, he's my husband and your father. Yes, a wife usually has sex with her spouse. Doe's that trouble you?"

I stared at her. When she pointed it out, it was then that I realized how just how stupid my response was. "Mom, you're right, it's none of my business. I don't know why I said it that way. Does he know what we did?"

She walked up to me and placed her hands on my chest. "No, he has no idea. If he did, we'd all be arguing right now or worse. I made him happy last night, which why he's so giddy."

I gasped as she pressed herself against me. Her face was flushed, and her breath was heavy and quick.

The expression she gave me was recognizable. It was the same one from yesterday when my dick in her mouth.

"Mom—what are you doing?" I said.

Without warning, she lunged and kissed me on the lips. Her heart was rapidly beating against my chest.

Just as quickly, she pulled back and replied, "I flubbed up everything. I'm confused, about you, our relationship, my lurid behavior, and my emotions are all over the board. I've not been myself, I can't sleep, I barely eat, and I'm jittery all the time. What I said yesterday, I was wrong."

Feeling uncomfortable, I grabbed her hips and pushed her back to create space and then replied, "No, you were right. You're my mom. I did have the urge to go further and it was inappropriate. Ending it there was the right decision."

She moved back against me and placed her face close to mine. Staring into my eyes, she said, "Chad, I had a change of heart. I don't want it to end. The truth, pleasuring you inadvertently stimulated me. I don't understand it, but now I'm always horny. I only pushed you away to try and end it, but it's only driving me mad."

I replied, "Mom, I need clarity. I have a girlfriend and I plan to marry her. I don't know how this works. If I'm always popping a load in your mouth, well, because you seem to like that, Jen will become wary. She's was upset with me last night because I wasn't in the mood after what we did. Are you asking for permission to give me blowjobs?"

"Yes, I wouldn't confess to it otherwise. But nothing more than that. We can make this work, I'm sure of it."

"So, you're willing to suck my dick every day?"

"Well, perhaps not that frequent, but sure, if that's what you want, well, at least until you marry. It'll be awkward continuing the activity once you had a wife."

"What about dad?"

"Nothing changes. We remain discreet. Your father likes my new friskiness. To be frank, he's questioned it and was suspicious. But let me be clear, there's no competition between you two. If this becomes a problem, I'll have no choice but to cease our inappropriate fling and suffer through it."

"What now?"

She grinned at me and then dropped to her knees.

I exclaimed, "You're doing this in the kitchen?"

"Are you complaining?" she replied while unbuckling my jeans.

"Is this how it's going to work?"

My mom chuckled and said, "Yes, silly. If mommy's in the mood, whether you're in the shower, on your bed, in your car, I expect cooperation."

"But you said you are always horny now."

"Then you're a lucky guy. I'm not going to abuse you. Only when appropriate and discreet. We must be careful. Argh, take off your pants, leave your shirt on."

As soon as I dropped my pants, she lunged in to swallow my shaft.

"Oh mom, oh geez, I can't believe you get off doing this."

She slurped and mumbled with my prick in her mouth, "Get used to it."

That's when I heard the front door open.

I turned to look.

I quickly pressed my hands down on mom's head and whispered, "Stay down, keep sucking, it's dad. The counter is hiding you, but if he walks around it, we're toast."

Mom was in panic mode and with her mouth full of dick, her words were muffled.

"Quiet or he'll hear you," I quietly rasped.

Dad strolled up to the counter and said, "Where's your mom? Why are you still here?"

Mom jerked from hearing his voice and then resumed sucking my prick to calm her nerves.

I replied, "She's in the bathroom. I can ask you the same question."

There were loud slurps followed by a series of wet smacking sounds.

He said, "I forgot my keys to my office. What's that noise?"

I held my composure by a thread and replied, "Mom's got the dishwasher running."

"Remind me to get that checked. It's noisier than usual," he exclaimed.

"S...Su...Sur...Sure thing," I stuttered and then locked my eyes on the keys lying on this side of the counter.

Dad exclaimed, "Son, you're looking pale and you're shaking. You're not sick, are you?"

As he moved to come around the counter to get his keys, I awkwardly reached over and snagged them into my hand.

"Here are your keys," I said, and tossed them in an arch further than intended.

Dad gave me a dirty look and walked over to retrieve the keys from the floor.

He said, "You're acting weird. You could have just handed them to me. Ask your mom to check your temperature, you're sweating. Also, tell her we'll have to reschedule. I won't be home early after all. Something came up at work. I'll call if it changes."

"Oh yeah, oh, oh, oh geez," I blabbered out as mom licked along the shaft of my cock while tickling my balls.

Dad gave me a weird look and mumbled, "I don't have time for this."

He then shook his head and left.

"He's gone," I said with relief.

My mom hastily stood and dropped her pajama pants to the floor.

Broadening my eyes, I said, "What are you doing?"

With her feet shoulder-width, she bent over the counter, and said, "Chad, absolutely no penetration, no exceptions. But there's no issue with you rubbing the head of your cock along my slit. Please, son, I need this bad."

"You can't be serious," I quipped.

"How often do I bend over and show you my pussy? Of course, I'm serious. I'm desperate to feel you up against me. It's a compromise. You better hurry before I feel humiliated and change my mind."

"This is so not like you. If you're allowing it, then heck, yes, I'll do it for you."

Mom was already gaping and wet. Her labia lips were plump and swollen and her clit was protuberant and thick. She was obviously in heat with no indication she'd ever cool down.

Grabbing my shank, I moved in behind her.

When the tip of my dick touched her soft flesh, she shuddered.

She abruptly mumbled, "Oh baby," and lowered her right hand between her legs to tease her clit.

I rubbed the head of my cock along her moist hole and said, "Is this what you what?"

She gyrated to the pleasing touch and moaned.

Roughly within half a minute, she showed frustration and reached between her legs for my dick.

She rounded the top part with two fingers and began wiggling the head all around her twat to hit the spots that pleasured her.

Drifting into state dreamy bliss, she impulsively centered my cock and tried to slip it in.

I immediately panicked and pried her fingers off.

"Mom, what are you doing? You said no penetration. Do you even realize that you were pushing me in?" I said.

She frenziedly shook her head and clench her fingers on the hand that was braced upon the counter.

She groaned from disappointment and loudly replied, "Damn it, this was a mistake."

"You want me to stop?" I replied.

"No—I want you to get a condom," she frantically pleaded.

"Jen keeps them in her purse. I don't have any here."

She rambled, "Shit, shit, shit..."

"Are you asking me to have sex with you?"

"Damn it, yes. Just once, never again. Please fuck me just this one time, I'll never ask again. I need you so bad."

"Mom, you're fevered and not thinking straight. Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Can you remember to pull out?"

"Yes, I can do that."

She exclaimed, "Chad, I need to be sure. I'm not on birth control and I'm ovulating. No matter what, you cannot come in me. I'm taking a big risk, I know that. I'm serious, do you understand?"

I said, "Yes, I promise I'll pull out."

"Please baby, fuck mommy hard and fierce. That's how I like it. Don't worry about hurting me and no holding back."

I'd never seen my mother so passionate and flighty. She wasn't in heat; she was the fire. At this instant, nothing could put out the flames, not even if my dad came back through the door and caught us in the act. She'd probably tell him to wait for his turn.

I penetrated her with a full thrust because she wanted the whole rod at once.

She tensed up and then wailed, "Oh, my god!"

Her hands clenched and then thumped the countertop.

Tightly gripping her hips for leverage, I began banging into her twat at a fast pace.

Mom shuffled her legs wider and begged, "Harder!"

I cooperated with her plea and pummeled my prick into her at a mad pace.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes..." she shrilled.

After about eight minutes of non-stop pounding, sweat beaded on her curvy back and gleamed wetly upon the countertop.

She vigorously rolled her pelvis back and forth to clash her pussy against my pubic mound. As our flesh repeatedly butted, resounding wet smacks echoed and increased in frequency.

I quickly released one of her hips to raise my hand to wipe the sweat dripping from my forehead. Clamping it back to her waist, I resumed my fervent pace and grunted with each deep thrust and rebound.

I'd never had rough sweaty sex with any woman before today.

The act wasn't new to my mom, it was her favorite way of doing it. But as my dad aged, he lost the energy to keep it up. For years she had to manage to do it the normal humdrum way. It bored her. I had the endurance to give mom the most vicious hard fucking she'd ever experienced, and I even surprised myself by finding myself capable of doing it.

Four minutes later, my mom stretched both hands out on the counter to anchor herself and clenched her fists tight.

Her head rolled and shook from delirium as she squealed.

She then screeched, "I'm gonna come. Oh baby!"

Her body tensed and her legs shook.

She wailed, "Argh," and clasped her thighs tightly together.

Her pussy crimped my cock tight causing friction. With undulating movements of her pelvis, she began tugging the shaft in a manner that was encouraging ejaculation.

A rising panic manifested when I felt her quiver and lock my dick tight between her crack.

She was unwarily forcing me to do what she most feared.

I was close to a climaxing and had no choice but to brace my hands against her ass and push myself back with great effort.

I was just in time to purge my dick from her vagina.

Yanking my cock above her ass, I freely jetted cum onto her back.

Catching my breath, I said, "I pulled out, but I made a mess on your ass."

Mom remained folded over the counter with her face wedged between her hands. Her body erratically twitched and her legs wobbled.

I said, "Are you crying?"

"Yes," she mumbled into her hands.

"Did I hurt you?" I replied with concern.

She rose from the counter and turned to face me. She had tears in her eyes and she sheepishly smiled.

Her hand dropped and enveloped my semi-rigid dick. Gently yanking it, she smiled and said, "Oh, my baby boy, far from it. You got mommy off as no man has ever done. This is elated joy and you don't know how much I love you right now."

Draping her other arm over my shoulder, she pulled me close and kissed tenderly on my lips.

After a few moments, she pulled back and grabbed a rag from the sink. She handed it to me and said, "Please wipe up your mess. I'm too weak and jittery and not sure I can reach it all."

She bent back over the counter like she wanted to do it again. I could see her fingers merrily playing with herself between her legs.

As I wiped the hump of her back, I said, "Can I touch you?"

She tilted her head back and smiled. She then replied, "You don't have to ask for permission. If you're discreet, you can molest mommy's pussy anytime you feel like it."

Since this had begun, I'd never once touched her with my hand. I was eager to do so and reached between her legs. Her pussy was soft, sloppy wet and dripping. I thrust a finger into her, and she gyrated on it.

She moaned and murmured, "You're going to be a busy young man keeping mommy satisfied."

I chuckled and replied, "That was the best sex ever. You were right, restricting it to just once made it special. We can put it behind us now and move on."

Mom rose from the counter and turned to look at me. She expressed shock and confusion when she said, "Just once?"

***

DAY FOUR: THE AFFAIR

My dad and mom argued last night. It was about sex, so I stayed as far away from including myself in that subject as possible. Dad had angrily stormed from the house and didn't return. He'd done it before, so it wasn't new, and he always came back the next day with flowers and an apology.

This time I had a reason to worry. With our recent sexual antics, it was possible that dad found out or perhaps had suspicions based on deductions related to our odd behavior and yeah, the lusty looks we recklessly gave each other without realizing it probably didn't help.

I feared that the argument stemmed from that and maybe my mom foolishly told him everything. If so, our whole world was about to crumble.

I went to the kitchen and she wasn't there preparing breakfast. It was her normal routine and now I was concerned.

I rushed to her bedroom door and without knocking, I entered.

She lay on the bed naked with her legs widely spread. She'd shaved her pussy bare and it gaped and glistened with wetness.

She kneaded her breasts as she watched me.

As I approached, she raised a nipple to her mouth and began licking it and hummed, "Yummy," followed by a giggle.

These past few days, I've seen her fully nude up close, so I wasn't overly shocked to find her this way. But I was stunned to find her postured in a vulgar position befitting a prostitute seducing a john.

She smiled and said, "I hoped you'd dash in here without knocking when you didn't find me in the kitchen."

"You've been waiting for me? What's going on? I know you had an argument with dad and then he left. And why are you posed like a centerfold for a Hustler magazine?"

"Chad, you don't find mommy sexy?"

"You've surpassed sexy; the needle is pointing to nasty and trashy. Is this a seduction? If so, you have my attention."

"Let's not talk about your father. Here and now, I want you to take pictures of me."

"What?"

"You heard me," she purred while lowering her hand to her pussy. Angling two fingers into an upside-down V, she breached the opening wider and moaned for effect.

I admit, my dick was hardening.

Like the second day, she wasn't giving me an option. I also had a good idea of where this was going. However, after her argument with dad, I didn't understand why she was doing this. We'd agreed to restrict our interaction to oral copulation only, so this invitation was a head-scratcher.

I took my phone out and took a picture.

"More," she said, "When mommy makes a raunchy pose, you snap them."

She then flipped onto her stomach. As she raised her ass towards the camera, her hand appeared between her legs and with two fingers parting her plump rosy lips to show the teardrop shape entrance to her vagina.

"Mom, what are you doing?" I said while framing a closeup of her crack from behind.

"I thought it was obvious. I'm providing material so you can blackmail me into submission."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying this, but it's a bit extreme. Couldn't we just agree to do whatever it is you have in mind."

"Son, with what I'm giving you, I'll be coerced to be your slut forever. I'm giving you the keys to the kingdom to use me however and whenever you desire. The anguish of having to make immoral decisions is excruciating. I prefer having no say in the matter which is why I'm doing this."

"Seriously, that's what this is all about. What happened to, just once, never-again?"

Mom rolled onto her back once again, but she closed her legs and stretched them out.

She then sat up on the bed and crossed her arms.

She glared at me and replied, "I'm making it every day and never-ending going forward. Since the first day, I've become addicted to the taboo. It's made me sexually obsessed to the point that I'm insatiably horny all the time. I'm a junkie that needs her fix and only you can provide it."

"And what happens if I refuse? You said so yourself that this was wrong. I've got a girlfriend, I have plans for the future. I can't stay home having sex with you all the time. Yesterday, we almost got caught. It'll eventually happen if we keep this up."

"If you deny me, I'll tell your father everything with no care for consequence."

My jaw dropped and I lowered the arm holding the phone. I said, "You're blackmailing me over incest?"

She teared up and exclaimed, "If you break my heart—"

"I deeply apologize for what I did to you the other day with the blackmail. If I'd known what it would do to you, I'd have picked, buying me a new car as the objective. I wasn't even sincere when I did it. I was turned on, you played to the game, and I went with it."

"No, Chad, I'm sorry, I'd never hurt you. I'd never tell anyone our secret. How I feel, well, it's complex and confusing. I'm sexually attracted to my adult son. How does a mother deal with that? It's driven me to do and say impulsive things that are abnormal."

"So—now the deal is, you want to be my whore to use however I want?"

"Eh, yes, within reason of course. Don't fucking abuse me," she said.

"If I agree, I need to change the terms. You'll have to settle for bitch on the side and sex will be infrequent. Jen is my woman. I can't have you messing up my relationship with her. The occasional roleplay where you play the slut, I'm down with that with the utmost discretion. When I get married, this all ends. You revert to behaving like my mom, hugging is okay, but sucking my dick has to stop."

"God, yes, please. That's exactly what I want."

"And you can live with that? What about dad?"

"Without reservation. As for your father, yes, there's a problem. So severe that it may not be rectifiable. I screwed up."

"Mom, what did you do?"

"After having intercourse with you that morning, I wasn't in the mood to copulate with him last night. He smelled sex on me, and the argument escalated. He had suspicions because of my behavior, ah, but not about us. He accused me of having an affair."

"And?"

"I got angry that he would even suggest it. But then I thought about you and what we did. I was upset and I foolishly blurted out that I was seeing someone. That's when he stormed out. I'm unsure what happens next. Our sex life has been sparse for a long time, and our marriage has taken a hit because of it. I pleasure myself often which is why you caught me in the act."

"Mom, you've got to fix this. You say you'll do anything I ask, well, I'm telling you to make amends and bring dad back home. Make him happy again."

"And how do you suggest I do that?"

"Be his slut like you're doing with me. You're frisky and that turns him on. You guys had sex because of it. Seduce him, be sexy, heck just be the wife. You can have us both and he never needs to know."

Her eyes lit up and she excitedly replied, "I can do that. Whoring myself to both of you would be exhausting, but I'm willing to fix this. I'll call him after we're done and try to work it out. But right now, I need my fix. Take your clothes off."

"I don't have any condoms, remember."

"You pulled out yesterday. Can you do it again?"

"And it almost didn't happen. You were climaxing and you closed your thighs and tightened your pussy around my dick. I had to push back against your ass just to pull out," I said while removing my shirt.

She chuckled and replied, "Oh my, I didn't know. I guess I was excited. What if I said I'd take my chances and not worry about it?"

"I'd say you're being foolish. You'd allow your son to ejaculate in your twat? Have you lost your marbles?"

"No, I had time to think about it. The possibility arouses me which is why I'm willing to be reckless. Both you and your father will ejaculate in me. If I get pregnant, it will be either you or him. The default presumption will always be that he's the father. None of us will ever know the truth."

I dropped my pants and underwear to the floor and replied, "You're giving me no say in this."

"I desire the experience of you coming inside me. The titillation produced by the possibility that my son could impregnate me, oh Jesus, Chad, it makes me so horny."

"You've changed and not in a good way. I won't lie, the thought of ejaculating in my mother, well, it's so morbid that it does make my dick hard."

"Then you'll do it?"

"Creampie my mom? You've talked me into it. You're so worked up by the idea that I'll use it and drive you crazy with lust," I replied.

Mom replied, "I'm already beyond redemption, it won't take much," and then she eagerly scooted down to lay on her back. Separating her thighs, she curled a finger to invite me for sex.

I crawled naked upon the bed and straddled her chest. With the head of my dick pointed at her mouth, she took the initiative and began sucking it.

I was already hard; this was simply foreplay to make her feel like a slut.

After four minutes of fellatio, she became so excited that she pleaded with me to bang her hard.

Shuffling between her legs, I wedge the tip of my cock between her pussy lips and hesitated.

I said, "I expect you to be nasty all the time. Since you're so desperate to be naughty, I want to hear you beg me to impregnate you."

To make her delirious, I rubbed the head of my prick up and down her gash while tickling her clit. I enticed her with whispers, "Your son's going to fill your twat full. You desire that more than anything else."

My words stimulated her obsession and made her quiver. The very thought of me creaming her snatch was now a switch that put her libido in overdrive.

Mom pivoted her eyes down to view my thick shaft poised at the entrance to her baby-maker. Just the anticipation had her pussy inflamed with the lips puffy and flushed red. The woman was literally in heat and needed a mate to procreate.

She shivered and cried, "You're holding back on purpose. You have no idea what that's doing to me!"

I replied, "You're juicing, and your pussy is palpitating like crazy, so that's a pretty good indication. I've got you so worked up. You're going to hate me for this when it's over, but you asked for it. What do you desire from your son?"

My mom had reached a state that made her frantic. She hastily rose forward and clamped her hands tightly to my arms cutting off circulation. Wide-eyed, she stared at me with a fierce gaze and screamed, "Give me a baby!"

I used my mother's sexual frenzy to morph her stimulating idea that was just a trivial pursuit and forged it into her sole fixation.

I plunged my dick into her.

Her hole was so wet, that it was an effortless thrust with no friction.

"You need to tighten that pussy, mom. You're too damn wet and I can hardly feel it. If you want my seed, you need to milk my cock for it."

She barked, "You've turned your mother into skanky cum slut!"

The truth of that was that it didn't require much effort. She practically owned that title since day one. I was simply amplifying her fetish and solidifying it in her mind, and she knew that which was why she was freaking out.

What had changed my mother wasn't the act of sucking my dick. It began when I mistakenly came in her mouth. The minute of silence on day one was her staring into the mirror over the sink. She had observed her son's gooey cum deposited in mass on her tongue and she had orgasmed on the spot. It was so impactive that it psychologically altered her, manifested a craving, and made her always horny.

And here I was screwing her up even more.

"Oh, Chad, breed me, please!" she screamed.

I replied, "You have to work for it. I told you, you're too damn wet. I'm not feeling the love."

That was the moment my mom made a conscious effort to work her vagina.

I felt her tunnel clinch my cock tight. It wasn't the only thing it was doing. I felt it oscillating along the shaft, pulsing in tune with the throbbing flesh of my prick.

She began gyrating her pelvis causing her crimping crack to tug my shaft in a milking action. She was littering encouraging me to ejaculate by force like she did yesterday.

Mom was sexually elated and fanatical for breeding.

I only hoped I didn't make a mistake by encouraging her desire beyond her previous infatuation.

She shrieked, "Father me a baby!"

My mother was now focused on one simple function. She relinquished all thought of pleasure. Those sensations were nothing more than a tool to make her pussy work my dick for the sole purpose of ejaculation.

Her eyes were wide with the appearance of a wild animal. It was as if she'd reverted to some primitive bestial state of mind where her only purpose was for mating with an alpha. She twisted, gyrated, and undulated her pelvis while her snatch made love to my cock.

I'd never experienced these sensations before, but it was ecstasy. My mother was effectively surging me towards that glorious climax.

I rammed into her hard and deep using her body like fuck-meat. It's what she wanted. It was one of many kinks that turned her on.

Her meaty knockers jiggled wildly on her chest.

If I wasn't propped up on my hands and forced to position myself at an angle that allowed me to ram her hard, I'd drop my mouth to ravish her tits.

Our genitals continuously smacked together producing movements like a high revving one-piston engine hammering into its associated oily housing.

Our groans, moans, and grunts were loud, mixed, and frequent.

The king-sized bed was now a rickety rack with a mattress producing vociferous squeaks with its headboard was continuously banging up against the wall.

I suddenly thrust deep and smacked the head of my dick violently against my mom's cervix. It was dramatic enough to cause her to yelp from discomfort.

I tensed up and immediately spewed a virulent stream of cum that splattered against her wall and piled up as a thick gooey cream that mixed with her juices.

Broad-eyed with a wide-open mouth, my mom's body twitched. She uttered "Ahh," with a jerk followed by another and one more after that. Her pussy clenched tight as her body tensed.

I felt her legs stiffen and then kick out with a spasm.

That was just the orgasm that occurred the instant she felt me creampie her.

The proceeding one happened when I kissed her on the mouth.

Her arms flew up and enveloped my head to press me close and then her tongue flickered and intertwined with mine. It stimulated her and she climaxed once again.

I rose off her and then rolled to my side next to her.

Propping my head in my hand, I stared at her as she gazed at the ceiling while catching her breath. Her frenzied demeanor had dissipated once her obsession had been fulfilled.

She then turned her head to gawk at me as I looked back at her. Reaching between her legs, she giggled and then grinned.

She teased, "You emptied your balls in me."

She then raised her hand to show a gooey white film coating her fingers. "Your semen is frosty white, probably fertile as hell. I hope you impregnated me. I'm not even sure I want your dad's seed after this. You've ruined me."

I replied, "I gave you what you wanted. Are you complaining?"

She placed her hand gently on my chest and smiled. "Not at all. We've discussed having another child. I just never imagined that my son could be the father. Which is weird because you'd also be the older brother."

"That's too freaky to contemplate and it gives me cause to rethink what we're doing."

"I'm sorry, but it's the truth. You knew it would be messy when you agreed to it. Seriously, I don't feel guilty for what we did, quite the opposite. I feel your cum leaking out of me and I'm stimulated by it. I wouldn't be opposed to being mounted like a dog and be creampied again."

"Oh no. I'm spent not counting exhausted. Using you roughly takes a lot out of me, including my spunk."

"So, what now? You can molest me on the bed if you like, or perhaps you prefer taking more pictures. If not those options, maybe you'll enjoy watching me pleasure myself. I'm still horny."

"Jesus, mom, you are a cum slut. How about we take a shower, get dressed, and then you make breakfast. You know, a normal routine. We can't always be fucking. I've missed classes and I've got to make up for that. How about you focus on fixing the problem you created with dad. If you're desperate for sex, he's the one you need to impress."

"Yes, I know. I'm not sure I want him back. He makes it difficult for us to be together. But I promised I'd call him and fix our marriage, so I'll do as you asked. I just don't know how to approach it."

"Don't tell him the truth about us. Don't even associate my name in the mix. Tell him you spoke out of anger because he accused you of an affair and that you said what you said to hurt him. Make sure he believes you weren't seeing anyone. And then have make-up sex and behave like the slut you've become."

***

At around 1:00 PM, I was in the living room studying for an exam when my dad came home.

He had a bouquet in hand and a smile on his face.

That was a good indication that my mom had kept her promise.

I was also relieved for several reasons and glad to see him. My mom had become hyper-sexed and insatiable. Those two characteristics were a dreadful combination when her sole fixation was me. I hoped that dad would provide a distraction and perhaps shift her desires back to him. They had only to mend their grievances and have sex again. I was rather sure dad was in for a wild ride that he'd never experienced before.

My dad glanced at me as he came in, but he was so enamored with his wife at that moment that he didn't acknowledge me. I watched him dash down the hallway to the bedroom where she waited for him.

Thankfully, she had showered to clean the scent of sex from earlier this morning. This was not an easy task as my mom had grown accustomed to my smell. She had a cum fetish, specifically mine, and was reluctant to wash it from her crack. Entirely my fault for putting that infatuation in her head.

I do admit, I did have a ting of jealousy knowing that my dad was in the bedroom with my mom. To feel resentful for my father for being with my mother was absurd, but that's what I experienced when he came through the door.

I had to refocus my thoughts on my girlfriend. Jen was the one I needed to reconnect with. My mother was ruining my relationship and it had only been four days.

I tried to study but my mind wasn't on it. I dropped everything and called Jen at her work to arrange a romantic night with just us.

Yes, I had a mess on my hands, and I made it worse when I spent time with Jen that night.

Like my mom, Jen had a knack for interpreting my expressions. She knew I was preoccupied with worry over something because I wasn't as chatty as usual. Thankfully, she couldn't read my mind, or I'd be in serious trouble minus a girlfriend.

Oh, we had sex that night. But my head was in a bubble and when I looked at Jen, I saw my mother laying there on the bed. I made a grievous error by fucking her rough like I did my mom.

I'll just say, not all women like raunchy hard-pounding fucking. Treating her like a slut didn't go off so well. She was a lady and being manhandled like a whore was a clear tipoff that something had changed.

Between that and my odd behavior, these were obvious clues that gave her the impression I'd had sex with another woman. Like my mom, she'd acquired the same guilt radar and read my blimpy face to the exact coordinate.

We argued and she kicked me out of her apartment. All she wanted was for me to provide answers, explain my behavior and to tell her the truth. That was never going to happen.

Demoralized by our breakup, I sulked all the way home. Jen was the woman I planned to marry, and I truly loved her. My goal was now to put my effort into fixing my relationship with the woman I deeply cared for. It meant I had to lie through my teeth and deflect. I simply needed to devise a rational story that she'd believe.

I returned home and found a note on the table.

My parents had left on an unscheduled vacation to mend their relationship. At least that was good news to balance out the bad.

They'd be gone for a week.

Overall, this was positive. It gave me a breather from mom and time to get caught up with my college courses. It also gave me a whole week to try to woo Jen back to me.

***

ONE WEEK LATER: MY MOM THE WHORE

A week later, it was Friday evening when my parents returned from their impromptu excursion.

They were happier than I'd ever seen them. Energetic and romantically reengaged, they flirted and kissed in front of me with no regard for impropriety.

I even caught my dad touching her breast and reaching under her skirt while in proximity to me. Perhaps he assumed I wasn't looking, or he didn't care, but for him to do it in front of me showed something unusual had occurred.

Their interaction with each other was enough to determine that their marriage had been patched and they were more passionate than before.

One thing was certain, mom's conduct was even more promiscuous and sluttier than when she left. And dad appeared captivated and in love with the harlot she'd become.

They were behaving like a horny young couple uninhibited and unrepentant.

When dad went to the bedroom to unpack, I approached my mom in the kitchen and said, "Just wow. You guys are freaking adorable together. So where did you guys go? I've never seen him so lovey-dovey."

Mom seized me in an embrace and lunged her mouth on top of mine. Her wet tongue wiggled wildly between my lips and frolicked lustfully in my mouth. She was breathing heavily and was sliding both arms across my back.

My eyes were broad, and I was near panicking.

She snatched my hand and then thrust it under her flowery skirt.

I tried to pull away, but she pressed me close with the arm that was clutching my back.

She planted my hand firmly on her bare mound and with our mouths still interlocked, she mumbled, "Pleasure me."

Having fixed my relationship with Jen, I truly wasn't in the mood to finger my mom.

I jerked my hand from her clutch and stepped back from her.

I then rasped, "What the hell is wrong with you? What if dad caught us kissing with my hand placed where it shouldn't be?"

Mom replied, "I suspect we'd have difficulty explaining it. Why are you so upset? You didn't miss me?"

"I screwed up with Jen and I just got her back. I lied to her and I'm not feeling good about it. I'd hoped you'd have the hots for dad and give me a break."

"You told me I could have you both. I'm horny and I missed you."

I exclaimed, "That's obvious and you're even more lustful than before. What happened to you and where did you go?"

"A resort that we devoted very little time. There was a convention next door at another hotel, and we spent most of our time there. He refused to go at first, but I talked him into it."

"A convention?"

"A swinger's gathering to be precise. Oh, my god, Chad, we met a lot of nice people."

I was shocked.

She chuckled and said, "Yes, it wasn't a dance convention. Your father was downright livid at first and tried to pull me out of there. I told him I was only curious, which I was. He gave in when I reiterated that there was no harm in just talking to people dabbling in that unique lifestyle."

"You're blushing. You guys did more than talk, you participated. That's incredible."

"I manipulated your father. I intentionally selected a couple with a woman that fits the criteria that your dad is attracted to. When he couldn't stop staring at the wife, I encouraged an escalation that led to fucking. His mind became open to the indulgences that swinging offered. Our experience didn't end with that pair."

"And he let you have sex with other men?"

"Honey, your father got off on it. He even selected men that he wanted to watch me screw. We also participated in an orgy and let me tell yah, it wore us out."

"You've blown me away. What now?"

"Maybe experiencing a gangbang—"

"No, I mean, between you and dad."

Mom exclaimed, "Everything is fantastic, just spicier. But right now, I'm needing my fix."

"Here? Now? Dad's just down the hall. He could come in here any second. I don't want to screw this up with Jen. I'm not sure we should keep doing this."

"You can't just cut me off. I'll settle for a blowjob, but you must come in my mouth. Perhaps later we can fuck?" she said.

I replied, "Mom, you're so damn horny you're not getting what I'm trying to tell you. Bah, forget it, okay, when? This is Friday. You know dad doesn't go back to work until Monday."

"And you know what tomorrow is, right?"

"I have no clue. Where are you going with this?"

"It's game night and what does your father do?"

"He drinks beer and falls asleep on the couch."

"That's when we fuck. I've got a week's worth of abstinence without your dick. You need to make up for it."

My mouth dropped open.

***

Even after experiencing a debaucherous week of sex with a multitude of couples, it wasn't gratifying enough for mom. Sure, she got off on it, but even then, she desired more. Her adventure was missing the one crucial element capable of satiating her lust.

When she confessed to becoming addicted to the taboo, she literally meant that.

My mom loved me as her son, that relationship was solid. But there was another dynamic that had injected itself and made our connection awkward. She not only felt passion for me; she was now insanely in love with me.

Her affection for me conflicted with her desire to be with her husband. She kept up pretenses for the sake of her marriage and appearances, but she admitted her preference was for me as her lover. She said it was driving a wedge that was emotionally distancing her from my father.

Yeah, from one act of blackmail done on impulse that was meant to coerce my mom into jerking me off led to an inappropriate infatuation that created a boggled mess with no clear-cut solution.

Mom concluded that to avoid the discovery of our forbidden love, we must simply go about business as usual, be discreet, and do what we must to keep our sexual relationship secret.

She didn't read her memo.

The next day when dad was occupied by watching his football game, mom came into my bedroom to have sex.

I whispered, "Mom, you've lost your mind. You're wanting to fuck with the door open? For Christ's sake, dad's in the living room. He's not even asleep yet. Explain the definition of discretion for me. I think your dictionary is a different version from mine."

"I find the prospect of getting caught to be stimulating. I want to try, just once," she replied.

"Just once, never worked for you, remember. You said the same about me impregnating you. Next, you'll want to do it in public. Are you listening to yourself? If he hears us having sex, he will investigate. If he goes to the bathroom to piss, he'll pass by my door and get an eye full. You're insane."

"Then we do it with the door closed. Will that work?"

"If it's locked, then yes."

"At least compromise with an unlocked door. Give me something."

"I'm thinking you want him to catch us in the act. Are you trying to destroy your marriage on purpose? He's still my dad. I have no intention of hurting him. We lock the door and we keep quiet or you're not getting any dick."

"Damn it, agreed," she retorted.

I exclaimed, "This time we slow fuck and I'm slobbering all over your big titties this time."

"Oh, I'd love that," she softly purred.

We stripped naked and then crawled upon my bed.

Facing each other on our sides, I placed my right leg between hers to buttress my thigh against her pussy.

She dropped her left leg over my hip and pressed it against my rear while reaching to caress my cock to hardness.

Embracing, we kissed and groped each other to intensify the urge.

I broke the kiss to slither my tongue down her neck and then moved downward until centering on a breast.

As I slurped and licked a nipple, she undulated her pelvis and quietly moaned into my ear.

Clasping both boobs, I alternated from one nub to the other slobbering and teasing until she couldn't take it anymore.

She mumbled into my ear, "Chad, please put it in me, baby."

I rolled my mom to her back and moved between her thighs.

Grasping my prick once again, she wiggled the head into her hole.

I kneaded her plush boobs and slowly gyrated.

Grinding myself into her, I locked my eyes with hers.

Her mouth crimped tight to stifle herself from blurting out sounds of passion.

She glared back at me with broad eyes and gave a mellow grunt each time I thrust into her.

After five minutes of slow humping, she was delirious with lust. Rolling her pelvis to increase the momentum, she tightened her twat and gave my dick-loving tugs.

As her morbid cum fetish took control, she murmured into my ear, "Creampie me, sweety. I want your baby, not his, never. My pussy only belongs to you now."

Hearing my mom talk nasty like that was creepy, but it did stimulate me enough to intensify the movements of my pelvis.

I rose to brace myself upon my arms for added leverage and began pounding into her hard. Our silent fuck was disregarded as my yearning for her became fevered.

Mom bit her lower lip to shutter loud moans from reverberating out, but even then, she emitted loud grunts when our pubic mounds butted.

Feeling the heat intensify, she clasped her hands to my forearms and clinched them tight.

I rapidly ratcheted my prick into her and with one noisy grunt congruent with a deep thrust.

As I jetted semen into my mother's baby-maker, someone heavily pounded on my door.

***

FROM BAD TO WORSE

"Chad, open up, we need to talk!" my girlfriend yelled.

I blurted, "Jen," and panicked.

My mom and I scrabbled off the bed.

I loudly replied, "Wait a second."

Jen cried, "If you don't open this door right now, your dad will."

"Shit," mom cursed. "What do we do?"

"Hide in the closet, hurry," I replied and snatched her clothes off the floor followed by me thrusting the pile into her hands.

Now terrified of being caught, Mom rushed into the closet and muttered, "Close the door, my hands are full."

There was a jingling of the doorknob followed by three hard knocks before my dad said, "I'm using the key and coming in."

I snatched a sheet off the bed and blanketed it around me to cover my nudity.

As the door to my room opened, Jen rushed in to confront me while dad stood in the frame of the doorway to glare at me with his arms folded across his chest.

Jen poked me in the chest and yelled, "I heard you having sex with a woman. Who is she?"

What does a man do when they get caught with their pants down? They deny the accusation even when there's evidence in plain sight. I said the first thing that came to my mind, "There's nobody here, Jen."

She scuffled around me to place her hand over a large wet spot that blotted the sheeted mattress.

Her first word was, "Eww," followed by a factual statement, "You came in her," proceeded by the words I most feared, "Where is the bitch?"

I was stunned as I knew where this was going and stammered, "No," while trying to grab Jenn's arm as she rushed past me.

"You're hiding her in the closet," she said while parting the accordion-style doors like a curtain.

Jen screamed, "Your mother!"

Dad yelled, "What?" and dropped his arms to his sides.

Unnerved by that disclosure, I uttered, "It's not what you think."

Mom stepped from the closet covering herself with her hands, shame evident in her expression.

Dad heatedly replied, "It's exactly what it appears to be. Lorene, how could you? You had sex with your son."

Remaining mute, mom kept her head down and stared at the floor.

"It's not her fault. I blackmailed her to do it," I quickly injected to take the blame.

Both Jen and dad glared at me with an accusation that required an explanation.

My mother wasn't having it.

She abruptly said, "No one blackmailed anyone. I'm a willing participant. I won't allow Chad to take the blame for this. I'm responsible."

Their attention shifted to her.

She added, "Oh, yes, I fucked my biological son. More than once to be truthful. Now what? You're going to divorce me, send us to prison, shame us, destroy our futures? It happened. I have no regrets. Deal with it."

Dad stayed silent as he drew his eye to each of us, including Jen. His thoughts were deep and analytical as he compiled the series of events that had played out the past few weeks.

Jen's heart was broken. She was teary-eyed and couldn't take it anymore. Dispirited, she walked past my dad and into the hallway, but she stood there with her back against the wall looking back into the room. I expected her to leave as our relationship was likely a historical footnote at this point.

Now obstinate and resigning herself to fate, mom ceased covering herself and dropped the bundle of clothes to the floor.

Acknowledging her stubborn demeanor, dad crossed his arms and calmly said, "I see."

She glowered at him and replied, "Is that it? Explain how you plan to ruin us so I can go pack my bags and prepare for damnation."

Dad replied, "I'm downright angry and extremely hurt, but I'd never harm either of you. We're a family, no matter how disastrous. I'd never involve outsiders in personal matters. Oddly, this past week provided an eye-opening experience. I'm not a prude and I'm more openminded than you give me credit for."

I replied, "So, what are you saying?"

He exclaimed, "We mend our relationships. Severing them out of wraith and grief isn't the proper way to deal with this."

Mom replied, "You're applying a philosophical approach?"

"Lorene, I'm not letting either of you off easy. We've been harmed by your lack of judgment. There will be a reckoning to resolve this tragedy."

"And how do propose to do that?" mom said.

Dad dropped his arms to his side and turned to me. He then said, "Chad, you told me you planned to ask Jen to marry you after this semester ended. Does this appalling affair with your mother have to devastate your relationship with Jen?"

I replied, "I never intended to hurt her. I love her. There's no excuse for what we did. It just evolved and happened. I lied to Jen more than once. I doubt she will ever forgive me."

Shouldering my dad to the side, Jen briskly walked back into the bedroom and stood in front of me.

She was fuming and said, "Love me? You betrayed me by having an affair—argh, with your mother. Now I find out you were going to ask me to marry you. How can I ever trust you after this?"Dad quickly injected, "By punishing them."

Jen turned to look at my father and said, "What do you mean? You said you weren't going to hurt them. Right now, my heart is broken, so, I'll all in for retribution."

Nodding his head, he smiled and replied, "If you desire to castigate them, as I do, I have a solution, but it involves you agreeing to do something deplorable and obscene."

Again, my mom used her womanly ability to read a man's expression. She was shocked by the intuitive answer plastered on my father's face.

She barked, "Fred, you wouldn't?"

I wasn't as perceptive as my mom. I was confused by the conversation and said, "I'm not following."

Dad didn't even look at me. His attention was solely focused on Jen. He then said, "If you want Chad to suffer, how better to do that than to force him to watch you have sex with me."

"That's bullshit. You're not fucking my girlfriend!" I cried.

I placed my arm on Jen's shoulder to turn her to face me before this mess got out of hand.

To my horror, she pried my hand off and gave me a heated stare before turning back to engage my dad.

Jen replied, "Sex with you to punish him? It's a quirky solution. He hasn't even asked me to marry him yet. I'm an ex-girlfriend, we're not a couple anymore."

Dad glared at me and demanded, "Chad, if you truly love her and want to rectify what you've done, ask this woman to marry you here and now."

I snapped, "She just said it's over."

"As a bride, you mend what you've broken. As an ex-girlfriend, you lose her, and she becomes my willing slut and I'll fuck her anyway."

Jen exclaimed, "Your slut? Hold your damn horses, I didn't agree to do anything."

Dad replied, "Oh, I think you will if provided incentive. You've flirted with me on several occasions and I sensed an attraction. You ask for honesty, perhaps you should provide the same."

"Sure, I have an attraction to older men. Chad already knows that. I wasn't seducing you; I was being nice. How did you get from flirting too willing slut?"

Mom interjected, "Fred, you need to stop. Women don't just drop their panties for you on command. She's not part of this mess. Don't pull her into it."

Hoping to end this catastrophic escalation of absurdity, I calmly said, "Jen, will you marry me?"

She immediately replied, "Yes," which wasn't the answer I expected from someone I'd wronged.

I was perplexed and said, "After what I did, like that, you say, yes? So, we can put this behind us and go talk it out?"

Jen replied, "Nope. Your father is perceptive, he pegged me. His proposal appeals to me. Your new bride is having sex with her new daddy and you're both going to watch."

I was beside myself feeling a gut-wrenching illness. This wasn't punishment, it was lunacy.

And my mom was at the top of the list when she said, "At least use a condom. Jen keeps them in her purse."

I gave her a "what the fuck," look and yelled, "You're encouraging this? Has everyone lost their marbles?"

Then Jen exclaimed, "No condom. Since Chad played cum roulette with his mother, I'm going to be just as reckless."

Even my dad wasn't amendable to that and it showed on his expression. He'd not considered this when he came up with the idea. Agitated by her response, dad said, "Retribution is one thing, but I refuse to chance of impregnating my son's bride. That's a life sentence for you, not him. Jen, that's foolish, you must reconsider."

Jen replied, "Then no deal."

Dad then said, "Are you sure you want to be a member of this family knowing what you know? Although I find the prospect of ejaculating in my son's future wife to be intriguing, the whole caboodle does trouble me. I don't understand why you're so adamant."

I abruptly injected, "This conversation is freaking insane. Jen, what the hell's wrong with you? I know I hurt you, but even on your worse day, you don't behave like this."

Jen said, "Chad, have you ever once considered that I might be attracted to him. I don't always picture you in my mind when I masturbate. Perhaps I'm agreeing to this for other reasons than teaching you a lesson."

My mother exclaimed, "Oh, my Lord, she does have the hots for your father."

Jen swiveled her head to look at each of us and replied, "To be frank, when he suggested having sex to punish you, it did arouse me. Not something I'd instigate, but the door was opened. I prefer to participate as your bride, not his slut."

I replied, "So why did you agree to marry me if you prefer my dad."

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