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I licked my lips nonstop as I calmly made my way down the hallway. 'This is an excellent school, but I have no interest in seeing it, I only want to see a hunk in 1D, and no it isn't Pete. I can't wait, Joe, I want your hard cock inside me, and hopefully we'll have a little privacy,' I thought, keeping my eyes on the door. 'I'm just wearing a sexy short skirt and a spaghetti tank top too,' I thought before I halted at the door. 'I'm wearing a bra and thong though; I wouldn't want the other horny young adults to think I'm a slut. When it comes to you though, stud, you don't have to take me out, I'll just fuck you,' I thought, grinning.

I stood in front of the door for a moment as many other people saw me walking in both directions in the hall. I couldn't speak a word, or pay much attention to anyone or anything else.

'I feel so gitty that I can't even grab the door. As soon as I see Joe, I might attack him. Shit, I don't know, but my has my pussy drenched.'

I still peeked back and forth a few times. "There are a few sexy ladies here; I don't think he'd do anything with them though, not when he has his mom to give him head whenever he wants," I muttered before glancing back the door. "He's been in college for only a month, and he has come back home at least twenty times. It's only a half hour drive, but still, I think his hot mom has something to do with that. I feel like I'm back in college now, visiting my boyfriend for some fun. Maybe I can get him to cum on my hands this time, it is weird, but I crave it there. Maybe I want to wash my hands in it, who knows? I can picture myself doing it now."

I stayed silent for another minute, but from one second to the next the door opened. "Oh, hi, London," Pete greeted me.

I came back into reality and looked at him. "Hello, Pete," I giggled. "How are you?"

"I'm fine; I guess you're looking for Joe?"

"Yes, and I'd guess because you can't look at me in the eye, that you're still feeling awkward?"

"I'm sorry," he apologized, viewing my face. "Even though we've been seeing you two for a month now, it's still very taboo and so wrong that it is wonderful. I can't prove it to people, but we both have incredibly sexual and loving mothers."

"Thank you," I said before I pecked his cheek. "You know he's come home several times, but have you done the same?"

"Yes, many times, London. How's this for not being so awkward, my crazy mom has my balls getting blue."

"Good to know, where are you headed?"

"To the library, I just need a little studying time; that's all."

"And you have a pesky mom keeping you busy, right?"

"Very busy, London," he chuckled.

"That got you to smile, but are we okay, Pete? I mean, you and I haven't spoken much, I just thought we'd be past this uncomfortable thing between us. Is it only because we had sex a couple of times, or because we both know what's going on with all four of us now?"

"I don't know, London, I don't mean to make you feel bad, but you're dazzling, and my best friend's mom. Even though my mom is a sexual ninja, I still remember our time in the shower quite fondly. There were so many 'WTF' moments, but yet it happened, and regardless of how good it felt, it does come back to Joe and I helping you two cheat."

"Does your dad have even the slightest clue that your mom is having an affair with you?" I pondered, closing the gap.

"I highly doubt it, London," he moaned, breathing heavily while checking out my jugs.

"Would you like to see my tits, for old time sake?"

"No thank you, London, my mom's are the only ones I want to see," he declined, coming out the door. "Thanks for the offer though. Joe is in the shower, so have fun," he implored me, turning his head.

"Wait, Pete," I said, turning to him. "Just promise me, we're okay," I pleaded, taking his hand. "I may sound like a drama queen, but I do love you and your mom. I've been having sex with Joe, and I not only have a son, but an incredibly loving boyfriend too. Joe and I can only relate to you two, and if there is a wedge between us, I just fear that it might land us somewhere bad down the road, you know what I mean?"

"It's fine, London," he assured me, hugging me. "I'll get over it, but it's still weird."

I brought my head back. "Would you like to fuck me again? Of course with your mom and Joe's approval? Do you think you need to screw your feelings away so that you can replace them with good ones?" I asked before a pause. "Your dick likes the idea."

"Even if they both went for that, I don't know, London, but I'm gonna go now, enjoy having sex with Joe," he told me, turning around. "We're fine, I promise, London."

"Okay, I'll see you later then," I mentioned before heading into the room.

I took a deep breath and wiped my forehead. I didn't let a word drop, and then I peeked at the bathroom door. As I heard the water running, I began tiptoeing towards the door. All the while, it seemed so quiet that I listened to my heart beating.

"Oh, Mom, I love it when you give me head," I heard Joe moan.

"You naughty young man, I'm your mom, you shouldn't be thinking of me like that especially with the door slightly open," I giggled, approaching it. "I'm thrilled you are though," I muttered, grabbing the doorknob.

I opened it up and calmly made my way in there. "Oh, there is my handsome man, jacking off thinking of me. You don't even have the shower curtain closed all the way; you are a quite misbehaved young man, Joe: you're stroking your dick quickly with me on your mind. I certainly know there isn't a better way for a son to flatter their mom. Maybe that makes me sick, but it is true. I know that because I'm getting the urge to let my hand into my panties, Joe," I mumbled, letting it in there. "You have your head back and eyes closed, so you have no idea that I'm here. Well, you could, this isn't the first time we've had sex in your room. We haven't done it in the shower though, that could be hot, don't you think?" I whispered, playing with myself.

I could see his rod vividly and the rest of his body shaking around quite a bit too. That just made me want to bone him a lot more and move my hand all over my twat.

"Joe, I hope you like my juice on your tile floor, because it's plummeting down there. You do things to me and make me feel better than a whole new woman. Your attraction to me has made me a redefined MILF, and you have full access to me too."

"Just like that, Mom, keep sucking it that slowly and make me cum. I want to spread it to you so badly. You're the best mom in the world. I like Sandra, but you're number one. I can't think of another woman that can please me better than you. I love you, Mom."

I sucked my lips into my mouth and smiled as much as possible. Even as we had sex hundreds of times by then, the very sight of him demonstrating his love and lust for me made me melt.

"I love you too, Joe, I have a single tear on my cheek," I murmured before I brought my hand out.

I delivered my fingers to my mouth and let them dig in deep. I nearly gagged, but certainly enjoyed sucking my juice off them. I owed it to him, and couldn't be happier with that. I never could put my finger on why I felt attractions to him, but I was long past that though.

I had not only stuck toes in that pool; I had dived in there head first hundreds of times already. I certainly didn't know how to feel exactly, but my pussy and heart still won me over indeed, and I couldn't stop it to save my life.

I stood there and watched him for as long as he kept his eyes closed. I had my juice running off my hand and my wrist hurting quite a bit already as well. Although, I wasn't about to stop, because he was like viagra to me.

I pushed myself out there so to speak, I never made it a secret after that first night together that I found him to undeniably suave and loving, and evidently wanted him to get into my panties over and over again.

"You probably love thinking about getting your pecker sucked so much because I did give you another blow job that next day in your bedroom. Neither of us stripped, but I sucked on that, and then you shot my face," I giggled. "You didn't even mean to, but I didn't mind. Now get yourself off again and let your mommy see that white stuff blast out onto the shower floor. I've seen it several times before, but your horny mom wants to see it again. Shoot it, and then maybe you invite me in there with you, and I can make you let out some more cum. Don't you like the sound of that? I do, I can use my lips on my mouth or the ones I'm currently rubbing, it's up to you. I suppose I could just use my hands too if you'd fancy, dear remarkable son. We both know you surely enjoy yourself when we have sex, but I know you'd probably wouldn't let any other woman push you this much. I love you, and you love me unconditionally, even though I'm committing infidelity, you're more than ready for me every time we have sex. Every time we do, I know just how much I love you. It's wrong, we both know it, but it is so wrong that it's right. You know what I mean, I think cheating does, in fact, make it hotter. I'm not sure how you have managed to not cum, but I certainly commend you, dear son, you must have learned how to hold it from fucking me. Don't push yourself that hard; I want to see your load."

I watched for another minute while bitting on my bottom lip again. As time went on, I shook more and more. I tried my best to keep a lid on my mouth and pussy, but it was an uphill battle.

"Oh, shit, Mom, you're making me shoot again," he moaned, breathing heavily.

Needless to say, my eyes dropped down to his wood and my body vibrated as if I had an army of batteries within me.

"Yes, I love you, Mom," he let out, letting out his first two shots.

I cheesed as much as possible, but never stopped rubbing my twat either. My hand just went up another notch even if it was just going to be throughout Joe's orgasm. I watched him let loose five different shots which all instantly went to the drain.

I pushed off my flip flops. "You need a minute to calm down," I whispered, taking off my top. "I'll give you that, but then you're going to need to invite me in there," I mumbled, dropping my shorts as well. "I think I'll let you take off my bra and thong, Joe. I'm pretty sure it gets hotter that way," I murmured before stepping forward to the shower.

I made sure not to have the floor creak and made it, so he only needed to open his eyes to see me. I wasn't sure how long he needed, but I waited him out. As I did, I couldn't resist the temptation to stick my hand on into my thong.

'Oh, you're still rubbing it slowly, just like what I'm doing to my snatch, hunk. Come on, quit thinking of me, and just glance at me.'

"You're crazy, Mom. You're hot, but crazy."

"Yes, for you, Joe," I said.

"Oh, Mom," he let out, turning his head to me, but backing away. "I didn't know you were coming over."

"That would ruin the surprise," I pointed out, stepping even closer to him while smiling. "Don't you think?"

I let my arms up and let him soak in my body yet again.

"Wow, Mom, this means something considering that you never withhold sex, but you are dazzling. Even though we've had sex a thousand times now and I've seen every single inch of your body, you never fail to disappoint my eyes," he explained, letting them all over my body.

I let him have his moment, but then I placed my palms on both on his face. "Why don't you give your mommy a kiss?" I pondered before I pressed our lips together.

Our lips stayed together for over a minute as my hands didn't move or didn't touch me. I was sure I wooed him, so my son was frozen, but of course not his head though.

"I love you, Mom," he muttered while we kissed.

I giggled a little bit before I parted my lips a few seconds later. "I love you too, and I missed you."

"I know, it's been what, sixteen hours by now?"

"Seventeen, but who's counting? You aren't getting sick of me, are you?"

"No, of course not, you're stunning, to say the least, but could we at least just do something normal together, like split a pizza while watching TV?"

"Yes, I'm still your mom, I might be your girlfriend, but I'm your mom, Joe," I pointed out before I peeked down. "So, you are getting sick of me then? I know I've pushed you a little bit, but I'm crazy about you, son," I confessed, prior to looking back at him. "Do you want me to leave? I can leave. I already know things are awkward between Pete and me, so I'm sorry," I said before I kissed him and backed away.

"Wait, Mom," he said, coming out of the shower. "It's alright," he made clear, stopping in front of me and taking my hands. "I'm crazy about you too, and I know Pete thinks the world of his mom. This is just amazingly taboo, where the fire is so big, that it burns us. We know it's good, but, crap, Mom," he moaned before positioning his hands on my butt and lips back on mine for a few seconds. "Clearly the great things about you being my girlfriend are outshining the bad things. Fuck dad if he doesn't want to be a husband, you're a sexual woman and need to be satisfied. You might be in your forties now, but you don't look a day over twenty-five."

"Oh, you a sweet angel," I praised him, wrapping my arms around him. "Aren't you going to invite me in with you?"

"I should probably get this expensive bra and thong off you first; you don't want to get them wet."

"Good call."

He casually let his hands onto my bra clasp and undid it. He took it off me and dropped on the hard floor before lowering himself to his knees too. He grabbed onto my thong and brought it down to my feet. I stepped out of it and came into the shower with him.

I grabbed his hands and tugged him back to me. "I know this goes without saying, but I'm gonna say it anyway," I told him before letting my hands on his back. "You mean everything to me, Joe. I do mean everything; I've never felt the way I feel about you. When I'm at home or work I wonder what you're doing, are you ready to see me again? Do you know what I mean? I can't mentally force myself to kick you out of my mind. Promise me this: if I ever just become too clingy, or you need a day away from me, tell me. The last thing I want to do is drive you away. If you need some space or want to shag another woman, you can tell me. Remember: no matter how many times we have sex, I'll never stop being your mom. I'm never going to have another kid, so I have everything invested in you. If I push my luck too far, tell me."

"Okay, Mom, I read you loud and clear, but you're more than enough for me."

"Would you like me to make your masturbation fantasy a reality for you now?" I pondered, grabbing onto his cock with both hands.

"I won't say no to that."

"I didn't think you would, but will you please promise me something?"

"What?"

"Don't ever let us stop being us. That's what happened to your father and I. It didn't happen because of you or overnight, but he got sucked into his own world. We just drifted to the point where I'm not even sure he'd notice if I suddenly shaved my head or got breast reduction surgery."

"For the record, if either of those happened, I'd still find you to be irresistible."

"Good answer," I chuckled before lowering myself to my knees. "I know this might sound weird, but will you cum in my hands?"

"Why?"

"I oddly lust after it, I don't know why, but you'll do it for me, right?"

He nodded and blew me a kiss. I did the same, angled my head back towards his wood and stroked first a few times ever so slowly, so I made him shake. Although, neither of us said a word and smirked at each other. From one second to the next, I just opened my mouth and let his cock slide right in there.

"Once again, you're the best mom in the world," he exalted me, placing his hands on my head. "I know Sandra is a good dicksucker, but you pounce on her every time, Mom. I love you, I love you, and I love you some more. Those wet lips are dynamite."

I nodded and placed both hands on both sides of his member. I held it tight, but only let my lips go back and forth very calmly. It didn't matter because he still shook around a bit, but of course, made sure not to lose his balance.

'Yes, when your mommy has your dick in her mouth, you have to fight to keep it happening. I'm still your mom, so I'm gonna make you have cum sooner or later, or you'll go insane, won't you? I feel your hands vibrating on my head too, another clear sign of how much you love this.' 

I only had my lips making roughly two-inch movements, but that's all that was needed. Even if I didn't move them at all, I was sure Joe would still have his eyes locked with mine and his hands fondling my head too. I also used my tongue to massage the bottom of his schlong too, but it just added a little lighter fluid to an already burning bonfire.

Nevertheless, I certainly wanted it to burn, but not quite too much. I did that effortlessly as I had him moaning a bit. He failed to pull my hair too hard, but I surely knew it was always a possibility when it came to his wood becoming harder in my mouth.

"Holy shit, Pete and I have met a few different guys here, maybe we should tell them to have sex with their moms because it feels wonderful."

I nodded again, but let his dick out. "I think you should; we could always use another mother/son couple in our club," I mentioned, stroking it.

"Okay, Mom."

I took it back into my mouth without breaking eye contact. I kept my hands in the same place, and also sucked the same section of his pecker again. Although, he didn't place his hands back on my head.

'Yes, grab onto the towel bar there and hold it as I please you, hunk. Even though you get to have your middle-aged mom give you head all the time, it is still special every time, isn't it? Moms are not supposed to have sex with their sons, but yet we've done it a thousand times before. You're right, you have seen every inch of my body, but that's so because you're strangely attracted to me. It's nothing to be ashamed of, son, because I feel the same way about you. I love sucking on this prick, just slowly at first, but intensifying the pressure over time. The toll is coming over you, is it not? Is that why you're having trouble looking at me? That's alright; I love you anyway.'

"I'll never know what it's like to be married to dad, but you're too good for him. A beyond sexy and sweet woman like you should receive praise every single day, and if he skips even one, then he is a world class idiot. You're just at the opposite end of the spectrum, Mom, I swear. I don't care how great Pete thinks his mom is; you're better in every way."

I let my eyebrows go down and let his wood out. "Now, hold it," I objected, prior to rising with him. "I know you mean well, Joe, but you can't say that. She's not your mom, she is Pete's mother, and I know she has been wonderful to him even though we've only known them for a year now. You don't know how their mother/son relationship is. I'm saying this as a mom knowing full well they love each other dearly."

"Okay, Mom, I'm sorry."

"Don't be," I implored him, encasing my arms around him. "I'm still your mom, so I'm still teaching you things, it's nothing to be ashamed of, Joe. Sandra and I are just mothers; we're not trying to compete against each other. We want to love you two like no one else: our sons that we just happen to fuck," I reminded him, getting back down on my knees.

"I understand, Mom."

"Good," I added before taking his rod back into my mouth.

"I want to be your great son, not 100%, but at least enough that you'll love me completely unconditionally. I'm sorry if I get a little out of line, I guess I didn't know how much you loved being in the 'Mom' club. I can't be upset with you over that."

'Nor should you, but I get it. You're not thinking of them, but me. I'm wooing you just as you're doing the same for me. You're not thinking of them, and you're just making me your number one. That's nothing to be ashamed of.'

"I know what I said earlier, but please don't cut your hair, Mom. I love this long hair you have down here. I adore it in fact and surely makes you sexier than ever. Even it doesn't make your face prettier or make your tits sag a little less," he said before a short pause as he twitched somewhat. "I'm sorry; I do not mean that in a bad way."

I giggled a little bit, but didn't let his wood out.

"Okay, that won't happen again; I feel your teeth, Mom," he laughed.

Then his hands came up, but he took several strands of my hair with him. As it reached drenched status, he let it go right between his fingers. As he did, I allowed my lips to go a little faster. The results revealed themselves as he did pull my hair somewhat.

"You're beyond special to me, Mom, I'll praise you as much as I want. If it makes you feel better, I'll make sure I think of you and Sandra as equals. You're both exceptional ladies to Pete and me anyway. I'm sure if we could, Pete and I would fuck you for days straight. Even if we just flat out ran out of cum, we'd still keep going just because you both are undeniably elegant in every way. Does that sound better, I mentioned both of you?"

I giggled again, but once again, I didn't halt my pleasing. I kept it up and made Joe jiggle as if he was about to take off. He surely didn't, but I still felt the thrills surging throughout my body at the thought of it.

After a couple of minutes of eye contact, I closed my eyes and angled my head down too. So, I pushed myself a bit further to take more of his wood in my mouth. Although, I immediately heard him moan, so I yanked my lips back.

I let it out and stroked it with both hands. Our eyes met again, but we said nothing. I let his pecker back in and then out again quite a few times over a minute. I knew I resorted back to teasing him, but we both loved it.

He smiled at me unlike a son, but a sexual lover. Even though we already wrote it in stone, I found it refreshing to see it again. We just connected both as lovers and mother and son, and I couldn't be happier about that.

"Am I going to make you cum, Joe? Are you building up a good load from my hands?"

"Yes, Mom, but keep sucking on it for me."

"Then deal with this," I warned him before I let it back into my mouth.

My lips immediately ventured all the way back, so I had his entire cock in there.

"Oh, Mom. You're the mother of all mothers. Besides Sandra, who else would do this for their son?"  

'I won't answer, but it is a rhetorical question. Although, I can't fathom how we love each other this way, Joe. We just do. Obviously, we just needed to see each other to get the attraction, and then the rest is history,' I thought before I let my lips back again.

Our eyes met again, but he couldn't smile at that time. He featured a pained face again where I knew it felt so good, that it hurt. My lips began thrusting again, but that time I did it with a more significant gap on his rod.

'And you're always keeping me guessing how long you'll last too, son. You're shaking and breathing very heavily too. Are you about to shoot, Joe? Are you ready to give your mom your seed?'

I had no idea quite honestly, but he peeked at the door. "Mom, I think someone is here."

I let it out. "You live with Pete, remember?"

"He said he'd be out for at least a couple hours; I think it's someone else."

"Hello, Joe, it is your father visiting," we heard Josh say from outside the bathroom.

"Crap, dad is here, Mom," he alerted me, pulling the curtain.

"I know, just answer him," I added, letting his wood out for a second.

"I'm in the shower, Dad, just give me a minute," he said before peeking at me. "Mom quit it; let me get rid of him."

I shook my head no, but then we heard the door open.

"Dad, I'm in here showering, could you give me a minute please?"

"I'm sorry, dude, I just wanted to visit, but shit, I see woman's clothes on the ground," he laughed. "Do you have a woman in there, Joe?"

I shook my head yes.

"Yes, I do, dad, and I'm just not ready for you to meet her yet. Could you give us a few minutes?"

"I'm sorry," he chuckled, stepping towards the shower.

My heart began beating very hard, but then I heard the curtain move a little bit.

"Oh, is she down on her knees in front of you, man? Oh, fudge, you've been in college for a month now, and you already have a woman ready please you that way? Wow, that's solid, dude. Hello, whoever you are, I'm Josh. I'm sorry about this; I'm just a weird dad, I guess. I don't expect you to answer, but I'm sure Joe here will introduce you to his mom and me at some point. Maybe we could schedule some time to come over when you know we'll be showing up. I do certainly hope this won't scare you off though."

"Well, dad, maybe you could leave now, and that might make things better."

"I got you, Joe, I just wanted to pop in real quick, I'm still working hard with Pete's dad, but not too busy to visit my son in college. I'll catch you later, man, I love you."

"I love you too, Dad."

Josh pushed the curtain back, and we heard him walk out. We failed to say a word for a moment, but we listened to the door close to the dorm.

"Holy crap, you're nuts, Mom," he branded me, yanking me up with him. "That was like lava hot, dad was like three inches of curtain away from seeing you and catching us," he moaned before pasting his lips to mine.

'How many different ways can I say 'jackpot'?' I thought, placing my hands on his butt. 'My heart is about to jump out of my chest, but you'll catch it for me.'

After five minutes, he gently pushed my lips off his. "I've never felt to be so in love with you as I do now," he cried somewhat. "I was almost positive that we were toast, and I'd lose you."

I stole his hands and put them on my hooters. "You'll never lose me, Joe, because he is a moron. I have my clothes, sandals, and undergarments on the floor, and he didn't even recognize them. You'll never ever have to remember what these feel like because you're going to have full access to me forever. There is no need to cry, but I'm glad you did. It shows that your words do have meaning and true feelings," I made clear, lowering myself to my knees. "Now give my hands your seed," I demanded before I took his cock back into my mouth.

"Yes, that mouth is worth dying for, Mom. You're every single synonym of 'crazy' there is, I swear, but I love you like no one else," he moaned, placing his hands on my head.

I let my lips slide back and forth on his dick right away, and he did indeed begin pulling my hair. Although, I didn't mind at all, with his words out there, I'd let him rip my hair out, and I wouldn't say a word except 'I love you anyway'.

So, I just sucked the life out of his johnson and had him moaning like hell. I made sure to hold onto the base again, but that really only gave him more leverage so he could tug on my hair even more.

"Yes, move those lips again all over my johnson, Mom. I can't praise you enough, fuck what I said before, you are the best. You're better than Sandra, I'm not sorry, because it's true. You're ravishing, and I couldn't picture a better woman to be down on her knees in front of me. Maybe dad wouldn't like it, but shit, you're too good for him."

I giggled again, but failed to let his wood out. I closed my eyes yet again, pushed my lips all the way back to the base and sucked as hard as I possibly could.

"Yes, just like that, Mom. You'll get your cum, I promise. Feeling me shake so damn much must have gave that away, right? Well, shit, there isn't anything I won't do for you," he moaned, making my head vibrate.

I failed to let my lips back for even a second, because I wanted that seed, and I surely knew once had his orgasm, he'd love me even more. I knew he'd feel the experience again and remember why it felt so good to help me cheat.

"Oh, Mom, I have to cum now," he let out, rattling around.

I let his member out that time, stood up and put my hands out. "Would you do me the honors, son?"

"Yes, Mommy," he moaned, stroking his johnson with it aimed right at my palms.

He failed even to question my odd request; he just did it for me. We both eyeballed my hands, and from one second to the next, I witnessed him unleashing his mightly load right to them like a squirt gun.

It blasted on them, so a lot of it splashed off my hands and went elsewhere, but I didn't mind. I just loved the substance of it, what it felt like to have my son do that for me. Neither of us said a word as he came, but after he couldn't dole out another drop, I brought my hands up.

"Wow, that's a lot, Joe, you must really love me."

"You're not gonna ask me to lick your hands, are you?"

"You did say you'd do anything for me," I reminded him, placing my hands on my cheeks. "I wouldn't ask you to do that though. Just kiss me."

He did it automatically, and we both encased our arms around each other. We made out for another couple of minutes.

"If I'm crazy, then so are you, Joe," I moaned before parting my lips from his. "I'm head over heels in love with you, and I hope you return the favor." 

"I will, Mom, and would you like me to return the oral favor too?"

"I won't say no to that, but will you talk to Pete, I really don't anything to be weird between us?"

"Sure, but no promises," he alerted me, lowering himself to his knees. "I've also been studying up a little bit, so maybe I can make you feel good too," he informed me before letting his tongue out.

"There is nothing wrong with watching porn, but don't do it too much, only your mom should be getting you off like that," I warned him, placing my hands on his head. "Now lick that pussy like you mean it."

I watched him as he did just that for me. Just as he did for me, I caressed his head ever so slowly, but of course, the more pleasure he gave me, the more uncontrollable I'd become. He only gave my twat single lips going from bottom to top.

"I hope you don't mind that bush down there. Eating pussy is complicated, and the hair can become a distraction."

"It just makes you hotter, so it's a hurdle worth jumping over, Mom."

"Good answer," I added, pushing his face back to my slit. "Only a great son would do this for his mom. I only wonder if Pete does this for Sandra."

I watched him move his head around which meant his tongue rotated all over it as well. In less than a minute, he had it submerged with saliva, but of course, he kicked my juice pump into overdrive in the process.

He inserted the chills into my system and wooed me again, but with his tongue. He had eaten me out a handful of times, but he surely knew it was more complicated than sucking a dick. Although, that didn't stop him from trying.

"Lick it as much as you want, but make sure you remember to let it into my snatch too. It tickles, but it was a tease, and I want the full show the tease is coming from too, son."

He nodded and placed both hands on my cherry as well.

"Now you're copying me, but that's okay. Do what you need to do to get this MILF off."

He spread out my lips down there, but failed to insert his tongue in between them just yet. As he kept them separated, he kept giving those lips full and wet licks from bottom to top. I couldn't fault him at all, because I surely knew that only he could truly make himself great.

I praised him of course, but certainly wanted him to walk the walk on his own. We both knew he'd be so much more confident in the future. We also kept eye contact yet again; it assuredly made it a lot more intimate.

We knew we were genetically related, but it didn't stand in our way at all. We could please each other, love and brighten one another's days just with a glimpse. Although, as we had sex, it just came with all the contentment and sprinkled on some magic with it.

The physical delight was great all on it's own, but of course, the mental notes we both took based on incest made it so much better. I was sure either of us wouldn't ever want to stop, but of course, we'd always have hurdles to get over.

"Come on; I'm your ultimate MILF, Joe, take those lips into your mouth. It's the equivalent form of me deep throating you, that's all. I want it, won't you do that for me?"

"Yes, Mom, if you want me to eat my seed, I'll do it for you."

"Don't say that again, I might hold you to that."

He rose up with me, but kept his hands on my twat. "I'll do it because I love you, Mom. You're the only mom I'll ever have, and you've helped me prove just how much you can mean to me."

"You did the same for me, so I'll fulfill every single one of your sexual fantasies. Besides seeing me fuck Sandra again, what do you want?"

"I have no idea, but I'll keep you posted."

"Well, don't be embarrassed, Joe, even if you weren't my boyfriend, you'd still be my son so that I won't judge you."

He delivered another kiss and went back down to his knees. We didn't say a word to each other, because our feelings were made perfectly clear. He allowed his tongue to come onto my lips again gently, but that time he used just the tip of his tongue. I bit down on my bottom lip and twitched ever so slowly too.

He stopped after twenty seconds though. "I'll make sure by the time you're fifty; I'll be a pussy eating machine."

"You want to see me when I'm fifty?"

"I don't see why not," he added, placing his hands on my snatch again. "I love you, Mom, I can't say that enough," he made clear before he allowed his tongue in between my lips.

"And I can't say it enough either, Joe. I love you more than anyone or anything. You trump it all, and I have an idea of how anyone or anything could ever dethrone you. Feeling your tongue inside my slit is unworldly," I told him, prior to angling my head back. "Yes, let that tongue skate all over those pussy walls and get me off. Put your lips on mine down there, and spread out more salvia. Do it for the MILF, remember, the MILF is always right."

Even though his tongue made in between those lips, he failed to move it any faster. It worked better in my favor because it heightened the pleasure. The very tip did indeed do it's job of thrilling me without missing a beat.

"Did you learn this from porn?"

He nodded, but kept his head moving a bit to ensure his tongue had all the leverage it needed. After another minute, he let his tongue dig a little deeper in there which made his lips press onto mine down there.

I immediately felt the cooling sensation and rewarded him with a big jerk. That got him to smile again and press his lips even harder on my snatch. I felt his tongue even teasing my labia a bit, so he had me on his hook, and I was determined to stay on there forever.

I blew him kisses and mouthed, 'I love you,' several times as he performed the sexiest act I could think of by far. I had my juice plummeting out, but that didn't distract him at all. I didn't know if he even tried to drink it, but I didn't care.

Just the act said it all, but not so much the results. Joe's will to be with me pleased me to no end and filled my heart up to the threshold with hope. There was still no way to know the future, but he had me shedding tears by then.

With each passing second, I felt my defenses going down just a little bit, and no matter how much I fought, I knew I'd give out, just as he did. Little did I know when we started having sex, the incest thing could strengthen and weaken our defenses.

I moved quite a bit, but he moved right along with my cunt and kept going as the sexual ninja I seemed to be training him to be. Whether I was or not, he seemed to be working on his skills quite well, and I reaped the reward.

"The water might be getting cold now, but you're still hot as hell, Joe. Holy shit, I'm having sex with my son. My hung son and he is eager to please," I moaned before covering my face with both hands.

I couldn't look at him anymore because he was driving me bonkers. I had several more tears form on my face, but I also couldn't let him see them. I surely knew it wouldn't turn him off, but I still didn't want him to see me like that.

I maintained my position for a few more minutes, and he just kept going as if his life depended on it. I couldn't stop him, because I'd have to slap myself for doing so. I had no idea just how much porn he watched, but I certainly it was just him out to make me feel good.

The porn seemed to act as a guide for him to delight me. He nailed me completely, and I felt a sense of pride because he did come from me. I deposited that particular part of him so to speak, so I had to be proud of both of us.

Although, then he parted his tongue from my twat and peeked at me. "Mom, it is still difficult to make you cum. I've been eating you out for nearly ten minutes now, and I haven't made you shoot yet."

"Don't worry," I consoled him, bringing him up with me. "If you're eating out any woman, it is not about making her cum, it's about the effort. At least for the non-bitches," I disclosed to him, taking his cock in both hands. "With me, all you have to do is try, I love to be eaten out, but by my son, wow, that's a rush, dude. Don't fret; you'll make your mom cum, I do make myself available to you a whole lot, don't I?"

"Yes, Mom," he replied, placing his hands on my butt. "You do," he added before kissing me.

Our lips stayed together for a moment, and the water just kept running. Without parting his lips, I felt the head of his dick come onto my pussy lips. I had to giggle somewhat, but then he pushed his wood right into my pussy and then me onto the back wall.

"Joe, your member is inside my snatch now."

"I know, Mom," he moaned, placing his hands on my jugs. "I like fucking you," he mentioned, thrusting his schlong.

"You only like it?" I questioned, positioning my hands on his lower back.

"I'm sorry, I love it," he moaned, letting his chest rub onto my mine. "Dad doesn't deserve you, not one bit if he didn't even think the clothes on the ground were familiar. Not when you have these melons and beaver too, he is missing out big time. It is alwaysTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.