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If you do not believe it happens, well…fuck you! If you deny that you have never thought about it, well…fuck you again. Might be a given that choices can be made, but circumstances help dictate which fork in the road one might take. So if those circumstances make the choice one that might not be the one you take, fuck you thrice. If you judge without ever taking that rod into your fire…keep going on fucking yourself. Because my choice is my choice, and all the consequences it brings, I accept that. There might be a tinge of regret here and there…but that is to be expected.

The circumstances, of which there are many, are mostly of my own doing.

Outwardly, I am a bit of a narcissist. Take it for what it is. I have the goods and not afraid to flaunt it. Have since my early teens and now at barely over forty, still physically slay it. Anyone that says that someone over forty should not wear a string bikini on a beach…well, fuck you. My 35 “C” cups, my 25 “ waist, and my 36” hips say otherwise. My body makes people turn their heads, towards me, not away…males from sixteen to sixty respond. Do not care what you think…so…well, fuck you.

Unfortunately, or should I say fortunately, my narcissism and my physical attributes allowed for the former to be fed by a ***********ion based on a moments desire. Those moments of desire have been have been numerous through out my almost twenty year marriage. Another words, I fucked around. There was somewhat of a hiatus when my children were born, and did try to use a little discretion while they were in their formidable years. But some of that faded during their teenage years.

That is where the circumstance started to pile up. Five or so years ago, my husband found out about one of my indiscretions. Almost lost my meal ticket. Believe when he looked around, he still looked at me as being steak compared to the hamburger available on the market. Whatever…told him I would not embarrass him again…What he did not know was that I found another medium to help satisfy my narcissism…personal blog porno web sites that allowed me to post selfies, while getting accolades as to my physical proclivities. The other caveat of me indulging for my own selfish wants, is that those sites opened my awareness to possible deviant sexuality that turned me on. Started to fascinate about all kinds of taboo, such as group sex, getting gang banged, incestuous stuff, and other topics.

Again…don’t judge, if you do, fuck you!

All this incentivized , or should I say desensitized me. It was not long before the call of the wild overwhelmed my fear of the threat of losing my marriage. I was on the prowl and my indiscretions came back. With an additional caveat, I enjoyed having a camera (sometimes just the one on a phone if it was totally unplanned) record the events for my future posterity. Not only did this indulge me as a tool of self-stimulation through visual memory, but my voyeur instincts by posting some of my escapades on line. Granted, I usually edited them enough so the casual viewer would have a hard time making a connection.

Sometimes that was awful hard though, maybe the facial distortions of having a swollen cock in my mouth was enough, or only showing me get stuffed in the vagina by a large, hard dick…but when getting caught up in the spurt of the moment…well, it was hard to hide the fact of my mouth over spilling with some guys cum or my cunt splayed open with jizz pouring from the gapping hole.

Still, I also relied on having a disconnect between my inner whore and my public presentation. Though my style of attire might lean towards accentuating my physical attributes with a hint of sexuality, my demeanor leaned way towards social conservatism. I enjoyed the feeling that I was that hot, sexy woman that you could not touch. Which was also one of my rules, nobody close enough to connect to my social circle.

But in the back of my mind, I kind of knew that someone somewhere would make a connection. Especially since my needs were starting to become an obsession.

So I knew it was coming, did not expect the source, and certainly did not expect what the damage control ended up to be.

But happen it did…the first blip was relayed to me through a text.

An “uh oh caught!” caption below a grainy picture of two naked people coupled in the missionary position. The background looked vaguely familiar, too grainy to actually confirm, but looked as though someone took the photo from outside through the screen window.

My initial reaction was actually one of humor; thought one of my partners might have managed to swipe a frame from my phone. Or they were showing off one of their own…I laughed it off as a feeble attempt to turn me on and get back between my thighs. Not recognizing the phone number…I put it in the back of my mind. Heck, did not even mentally confirm whether or not that I was one of the participants, and the background did not have enough detail to define one the places that I had my liaisons most often.

So I went along, my merry way…spent hours that week addicted to web sites that catered to spy cams and such. Twice that week I had to seek out relief.

First one was in the back of a car, in a church parking lot with some hot looking guy that joined me for lunch at the mall. He made the mistake of sitting at the next table…and I was in full cougar mood. A little cleavage, a dropped napkin, a seemingly innocent uh oh moment, a laugh, and out to the car…he was a good choice. Fucked him dry…. took three times. Then I had to let him go, he needed to pick up his young children from day care.

Second one was in my most often used domicile. This is our guest room, which is separated from the rest of the house by the family room, and with an access directly to the outside of the garage. It is where my parents stay when they are in town. Lets them have privacy and allows them to come and go without disrupting the household. Very rarely did anyone from the immediate family ever go there, besides me. It is my fuck room, my own private fuck room. Even the computer in the room is my own private viewing station…to watch fucking!

Anyway, the guy I caught…a young guy in his mid twenties, at the most, and a delivery driver from a different city, made the mistake of thinking the side door by the garage was the best place to make a delivery. He stood outside in the rain for twenty minutes before I heard the banging on the door. I was in the shower and about to relieve myself manually when I heard the banging. Being interrupted being so close, pissed me off a bit.

Just grabbing a robe and almost running to the other side of the house did not help in keeping me totally covered…and I did not care.

When I pulled the door open and saw the shocked expression on this cute kid’s face…I followed his eyes to my completely exposed right tit.

Could not help myself, his expression was priceless. I let out a small chortle.

With a fluidity of movement that even shocked me, my left hand came up and grabbed him by the shirt pulling him into the hallway…”jeez”, I said, “Get the fuck out of the rain”.

As I pulled him in he started to verbally resist, “I…I…ma’am…uh, just need you to sign this…I have to go to lunch…what…what do you…”

He did not have time to finish, I was on a mission and cut him off, “I want you to fuck me right now…right after you eat my cunt. Do you understand?”

It wasn’t a question…it was a directive. His eyes were the size of saucers and his mouth hung open.

“I’ll take that as a yes” I said more to myself as I continued to pull him into the guest room.

I turned around at the foot of the bed, dropped my robe and pushed his shoulders down until he was kneeling on the ground in front of me. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it between my legs as I laid back on the bed…the first feeling of his tongue against my clit was electric.

Did not take long for me to orgasm…a wet one. I held his head back for a moment…”take your clothes off and fuck me…NOW!’

He was on me in seconds, felt him start to penetrate…not the biggest dick in the pond, but right now, big enough.

He almost immediately started to act like a jackhammer. Had to turn up my own internal wick, he would not sustain this long. But the audacity of the moment increased my own sense of urgency and I was rising to the occasion…but not soon enough…he started to spasm…alternately thrusting and freezing as I felt hot jolts of jizz pulsate into my cunt.

Fuck…I was so…so close…”Fuck!…Fuck!” I yelled as I clasped the bed linen in my hands beside me…he semi collapsed on me.

No…no, this is not how it was going to end…the little fucker was not going to be through, I was not done with him.

I grabbed him by the hair and in one swift movement…spun him on to his back. I rolled over and up on my knees…then straddled his head.

“Listen fucker…I am not done with you yet…” and then I laughing said, “here’s your fucking lunch”.

A squatted full force down on his mouth with my cum soaked pussy.

There was a moment nothing happened…then I felt a little movement. Apparently my ass was pinching his nose shut and he had to open his mouth to breath…it was all I needed. I rocked back and forth slightly, spreading my pussy lips open.

Then I felt his tongue…he was catching on…I could not help myself, “That’s it little bitch…yes…eat that pussy…clean that fucker”.

I grabbed his semi hard dick and yanked it hard…his mouth opened wide in reaction. I pushed more of his spent jizz into his mouth.

Did this three…maybe four times, and the little fuckers cock was starting to harden…and my own orgasm was starting to develop. Felt the sucking of his mouth pull out any remaining jizz…then he gave my clit a lick…a suck, I was now the one without the control….my hips were hammering up and down…I was fucking this kids face…and then I exploded.

Took a moment or so to recover, a wave of passive satisfaction allowing me to catch me breath. The young guy underneath me, well not so much as he wiggled his head trying to gasp for air. But his dick was still hard and waving like a flagpole.

I knew what to do with it…I spun around and settled my cunt on his protrusion, allowing for full penetration. From this position, I controlled everything, even his hands on my tits…a slow, satisfying fuck lasting long enough to build myself to a rocking crescendo.

Whether from the strenuous physical expenditure or a combination of that and the mental release, I was almost sedated as I rolled off of him. Trailing a string of his goo from my well fucked cunt. I lay next to him…and then absent mindedly commented, “you know what I need now?”

Not really expecting anything, but he must have read my mind as his tongue slowly massaged my gash. The smile of satisfaction of feeding him his lunch slowly spread across my face.

A half hour later…fully satisfied and cleaned well, I told him it was time to go. He got up and started to get dressed…he somehow looked more than just a bit tentative.

“Why don’t you give me your phone number…maybe….well, you never know” I said in an almost patronizing voice.

His face brightened immensely, and pulled a pen and paper out of his pocket. After handing me his number….he spun and was off.

Put the paper under the keyboard of my computer, wondered if I would ever use it.

Scooped up my bathrobe and headed down the hallway intent on finishing the shower that I had started a couple of hours ago, maybe longer.

I must have been longer, as I turned from one hallway to the one towards my bedroom, the front door popped open.

In came my son Kyle, and two of his buddies right behind him.

And there I was, like a deer caught in headlights, I froze clutching my robe with one hand to keep it from opening since the belt was god knows where.

The expression on Kyle’s face was not one of surprise, but one of those snarky, humorous ones when one would catch another in a compromising position.

He smiled ear to ear…his two buddies trying to position their heads around him to see…well it was obvious what they wanted to see was me.

“Mom…so nice to meet me at the door like this…” He laughed quietly; as he walked towards me with his hands outstretched, “give me a hug”.

I should have just turned and walked away…but something in me told me that is what he would expect and then turn it into an embarrassing reaction on my part.

After taking one step back, I held my ground…then opened my arms as he put his around me. Gave him a short, hard hug and then backed away trying to regain clasping the robe shut.

Noticed my son’s nostrils flaring…just a little and then a bit more. There was a curious expression on his face.

It hit me…he smelled sex.

Turned to make an exit…robe somehow caught on the floor lamp next to me, as I turned it pulled one side of the robe open.

Kyle and his buddies got an eyeful of the entire length of half my naked body. I quickly closed and made an exit.

All I heard behind me was a collective “wow”.

Any embarrassment was fleeting at the most; instead humor enveloped and then turned to the devious thought of my inner voyeur.

If that bothers someone, oh well…fuck you.

Internally, our family never shied away from the preponderance of media sexual connotation. We never inhibited our children based on entertainment ratings, whether sex was implied or expressed in movies, magazines, or what not…we did not shield them from it as the idea was that curiosity was a greater motivation than exposure. So if a question was asked, it was answered…but both my husband and myself usually responded with answers more based on a sense of levity than seriousness.

So if we were all watching a movie and there was nudity, or even actual sex, the comments from one or all of the children hardly raised an eyebrow.

Kyle might say, “nice rack” in regards to an actress’s assets…and we might or might not agree. The same thing as if Kayla would make the comment about some guy being “hung”, we would all agree or not. Not that we did it with vulgarity, but most often with a sense of being humorous. Even lately…our thirteen, soon to be fourteen, youngest daughter, Kellie, has surprised us with comments. It seems as though as she is moving from a training bra to the real thing that she is becoming aware…

So…the incident with Kyle and his buddies was not that big of a deal…or so I thought.

Later that same day, after a good long shower, and doing a few other things that kept my preoccupied, I walked into the kitchen with Kayla sitting at the table.

When she saw me, she had this Cheshire cat grin on her face.

“What? What the heck are you looking at?” I said while quickly scanning myself thinking something was out of place.

“Heard about you flashing Kyle and his buddies today…getting a little risqué aren’t we?”

I laughed, “ Yeah…I guess…it was an accident, probably will give them nightmares”.

“Doubt it…probably will give them sore wrists.” Kayla laughed.

Would guess that some people would be shocked if their sixteen year old daughter would make a comment like that, but as stated earlier, we have an enlightened, humorous view of implications pertaining to sexuality. It was funny.

“Really…an old woman strutting her stuff?” I knew better but wanted to hear it.

“Yeah…right Mom, those guys have been drooling at the sight of you since they figured out what that thing is hanging between their legs”.

Cannot dispute it, flattery works on me. “Thanks hon, but think it was your brother that got the most of it.”

“Don’t think that matters to him, Mom”, Kayla said as she pushed herself away from the table and walked out of the room.

A shutter came over me as the vision of Kyle smiling at me while he quickly scanned my half naked torso when the robe caught flashed through my mind.

The matter soon passed from my consciousness. The week passed without incident and as Friday rolled around, made through my period without even concerned about that interfering with my lifestyle. This is especially true with factoring the caveat of “out of sight, is out of mind”. Kyle and his father were going to a ball game that night and Kayla was staying at friends…. that just left Kellie and I for the evening.

Had a great evening with my youngest daughter, the opportunity to have quality time alone with her was rare in that we are all pulled different ways and as a young teen, she showed more interest in kids her own age than hanging out with me.

That being said, even when it was hours after the game ended and Ken and Kyle did not get home, I was not upset in the least.

I was just a little perturbed though when Ken woke me up to drunkenly apologize for something that was totally incoherent…and then tried to make amends sexually. Not only was I not in the mood, but he was apparently in no shape to even attempt it. And he stunk to high heaven…and not just from booze…it was more than that. When I pushed him off of me, could swear that he reeked of that bittersweet smell of sex.

Needless to say…I let him have the bed to himself and finished the night in the guest room.

Saturday was an odd day, Ken got up late nursing a hang over, and he avoided me the entire day. Acted as if he was either guilty or afraid of me.

Kyle on the other hand…he was strange in the opposite way. He was overly jovial as if there was some big juicy secret he knew and nobody else did. He as also acting in a teasing, playful way, to the extent that as I walked passed him once, he patted me on the butt.

“What the hell?” I turned, shocked by his touch. Not that he ever did that before, but never with even a slight squeeze.

He laughed slightly, “Just wanted to see if it was as firm as it looked.”

“For crying out loud Kyle…I’m your mother”.

“Yeah…I know”. He just smiled and then gave me a wink.

“You’re insufferable”. I just walked away wondering what got into him.

That night, Ken went to bed early…he was going golfing in the morning. Kellie was heading to a friends house in the morning, and Kayla was staying another night at her friends.

Thought I might be stuck with Kyle, but he said he was going out.

I jokingly mentioned that I felt sorry for any girl he might be with. My thoughts that he seemed so sexually charged all day.

He laughed, “Don’t worry Mom…saving it for you”.

“Geez…just stop it, what has gotten into you?” then my memory flashed back to me flashing him. Is that what was doing it?

“Nothing Mom, “ he winked, “it is what is going to be getting into you”.

He laughed as he walked out the door.

Chapter 2

Left to my own devices as the night went on, and becoming bored, somehow I ended up in front of my computer in the guest room. Without realizing it, my interest seemed to skewer from my penchant of leaning towards the cougar sites to cursory looks at taboo sites. Predominately looked at sites that elicited the provocation of possible incest. Not until after I coordinated a fantasy with my visual that gave me a self-induced orgasm did a wave of guilt permeate my consciousness.

Took over an hour once I went to bed to fall asleep to Ken’s cadence of snoring…

Sunday arrived bright and sunny, Ken left at dawn for his golf outing and did not expect to get back until well after dinner that night. Kellie was picked up shortly after and also said that she would get back around her school night curfew…or 10 PM. Had no idea when Kayla was going to get back and presumed Kyle would do his normal mid day sleep in.

Of all things…I decided to go to church. Just felt a need to go, maybe second guessing all that had happened in the last couple of days warranted it.

Half way into the service, my phone vibrated. Nobody could hear it and believe nobody noticed. So I took a glance. It was a picture of me riding the delivery boy…I was lifted off of him just enough to see an inch or so of his dick between me and his body…I was clutching his hands against my tits and my face had a determined look.

Underneath the picture, the caption, “Ah ha! Caught again! This might be fun!”

Almost lost my composure but did not, held my breath long enough. Then it hit me…the little red light above the computer screen was still on when the delivery boy left. I shut it off without saving anything…so how?

Almost in a panic, I left church and went straight to our guest room. Started the computer and ran the diagnostics, I have an app that cleans browsing history and unsaved downloads every day…nothing showed up. Then did a complete computer scan and nothing came up. Somehow, someone had hacked at least one picture from my computer…I tried to calm down and evaluate just who that might be. It had to be someone in my blog group. Granted, I have posted many similar type pictures on the blog, but I did it, not someone else. I felt almost violated, intimidated, and a slight loss of controlling my privacy.

If this became public…how could I face my friends, my associates, my family?

I tried to mentally shake it off, and made a determination that I would find the culprit and put an end to it before any damage was done.

It would not take long.

Storming out of the guest room and turning into the family room…there was Kyle. He was sitting almost spread eagle in the middle of the couch, wearing just loose basketball shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt. His arms were up on the back of the couch with a remote in one hand and a phone in the other.

He faced his phone in my direct and snapped a picture.

“Damn Mom, you look pretty hot…probably got the pastor all nice and horny”. Kyle said in a very flat monotone voice.

I was dressed in a shorter basic red dress that did cling a bit, but was nowhere close to being provocative. So what the hell was he talking about? I could feel anger rising in me as it was not too far from the surface.

Kyle thumbed his phone…then the phone in my hand vibrated.

I looked down…my jaw dropped. There was a split picture…me dressed as I was, with the caption “before” and the other half, me on my back naked with someone’s face between my thighs…the caption “after”.

Could feel the emotion bring a “what the fuck” to my mouth.

Just as Kyle hit the volume of the TV playing to the side of me…the grunts, groans, and verbal expletives drowning me out.

It was me on the screen…just at the moment of climaxing…the delivery boy underneath me.

The perverted, peeping Tom was my son. It hit me like a brick.

The authority of being the parent overwhelmed me.

“You are spying on your own MOTHER!” I screamed. “You give me everything you got…or else.”

“Or else what Mom?” Kyle said in a very calm voice.

“Or else…well you can’t let this get out…I am serious, do you have any idea as to what this can do…to our family, to our standing in the community, to me?”

“Yes…I do” Kyle again calmly replied a smirk on his face.

“Well…then give me your phone and show me were this all can be deleted” I demanded.

“No…think I will hang on to it”.

“Listen Kyle…what I might have done is wrong…but this could be devastating…I mean your Dad…your sisters.” Then I made my mistake, “What would it take for you to make this go away?”

He paused and looked at the TV, dropped the remote and grabbed his crotch. It was obvious that whatever was under the silky shorts had some size to it. He looked back up at me; he could not have had a bigger smile.

The implication was clear…

“No…absolutely no…I am you mother for Christ’s sake…ABSOLUTELY NO!”

He just kept rubbing himself and smiling…alternately looking me in the eye, then towards his hand, then the screen of the TV…and then back to my eyes.

“NO…what the fuck is wrong with you? I am YOUR MOTHER!”

He just nodded and smiled…then said, “Yeah…makes it even better, doesn’t it?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Last night…you could not get enough of fantasizing about us doing it. Look” he nodded towards the TV.

There I was, from a different angle…shit there must be more than one camera in the guest room other than the monitor one. I was leaning back in the chair, my legs up over the arms, my one hand furiously rubbing between my legs and my other squeezing and rubbing my tits. The picture on the screen….a woman…obviously older with a young guy banging her.

“That is sick…” I breathlessly said.

“You did not think so last night, apparently”.

“That is not real…it is just make believe…you can’t think that I think it is real…”.

“Mom…you do not get it, it is not whether or not you think it is real, it is what I think”. He sounded like some schoolteacher talking to a pupil.

“Listen…it is not going to happen, you need help”. Even I felt like that was a plea.

Kyle began thumbing his phone…anxiety rose in me.

“What are you doing?”

“Thought I would share this with Debby.”

Debby is my best friend at work and the straightest lace in a shoe…she would not only disown me, quite sure she would find a way to get me fired.

“No…no wait…WAIT! There has to be a way to work this out”. I pleaded.

Kyle had his hand clasped around his penis through his shorts…it appeared almost too large to be real. It was probably the material of his shorts and underwear…why did I even mentally go there? Was I actually contemplating unconsciously of capitulating to…

“Yes…yes there is…come here”. Kyle said as he motioned me directly in front of him.

Fine I thought…maybe all he wants is more of what I gave him the other day…a flash.

I could deal with that mentally…in fact, the thought of him jerking off and having wet dreams over me actually made a corner of my mouth rise. I walked directly between his legs…even with his knees on each side of my lower thighs.

He looked towards the bottom of my dress and nodded his head up.

Yup, I thought that is what he wants…big frick’n deal. I lifted my dress up above my waist. There were my pink bikini panties, the only thing covering my freshly trimmed pubic area. The idea of turn about hit me…will give him the shock of his perverted life…I reached and pulled my panties down…my exposed pussy just a foot or so from his face.

His reaction was not what I expected.

He just smiled and looked directly at my exposed crotch, nodded and reached down to pull my panties to the floor. I had to step out of them or fall…my high heels still on my feet.

Kyle looked back up, “the rest of it Mom”.

What the fuck…that wasn’t enough? Gave him an uninhibited view of where he came from…what else?

“I love how you mentally resist Mom…makes it so much sweeter when you finally realize that you will still do what I want”.

I reached behind and unzipped my dress and slipped it off. Did not wait for the next and dropped my bra…there I was, completely naked in front of my son.

“Hope you enjoy it” I said sarcastically.

“I do, I do….and I am sure that eventually you will too” he said in a very devious tone.

Sure enough, I noticed him thumbing the phone he was getting multiple pictures. Damn him…

I felt his hand on my lower abdomen; the touch causing me to suck in a bit…then he softly moved his hand up my body.

“Hey…looking is one thing…touching is another…that is not part of the deal”, I almost coughed out as his hand messaged first one breast and then the other.

‘What deal?” he cocked his head to the side, “I did not agree to a specific deal”.

His hand cascaded down across my stomach, paused on the mound above my slit…then he slipped a finger between my labia…I jerked…his finger inserted into me…then another.

I wanted to get away…but no, I am not going to be intimidated by him…I pushed my crotch towards him. His smile broadened…and he inserted a third finger moving them in and out. If he was not my kid, I would have called him a bastard…but I can’t he is just my deviant offspring. It hit me…I probably deserve this.

“Why don’t you kneel right here in front of me…believe that would be nice, don’t you?

“Why would it be nice?” I answered, but for some reason I lowered my self to my knees, my forearms resting on his upper thighs.

He was still stroking himself through his shorts…that impossibly large appendage only a few inches away from me.

Without disturbing how he was positioned, he pulled his shirt over his head….the ripples of his stomach square in front of me, a light line of hair noticeable from his belly button and disappearing into the top of his shorts.

Something in me caused me to bite my lower lip and then touch my upper lip with my tongue. It was a habit I had when I perceived that there was something I wanted but did not outwardly admit it.

“I’ll let you do the honors Mom, “ he made a motion that was not misinterpreted.

Fuck it, I thought…if I am naked, so can he be. I pulled his shorts down.

He did not have any underwear on.

The material was not giving me a false impression…my kid’s dick was as thick as my wrist and at least three quarters as long as my forearm…the encyclopedia of dicks I had over the years flipped through my brain. Came up with only a few of the hundred or so that I have had the pleasure with that might compete in size of this one. Ken, his father, was lucky to have two thirds of this one.

The pause must have triggered Kyle’s sense of humor.

“Mom…hey Mom…your eyes are popping out of your head…watch out for incoming flies” he laughed….

Did not realize that I was unconsciously leaning closer and moving my head down. My hands were on top of is upper thighs just an inch or so one either side of his penis.

He shifted slightly, the tips of my fingers coursing through enough of his pubic hair to touch the base of his dick. I did not move…do not know if I could have if I wanted to. I was being mesmerized by my own son’s dick. In fact, it was no longer registering that it was Kyle’s dick…it was just a beautifully large proportioned cock that needed to be investigated.

Kyle used his hand to stand it up…the head almost touching my lips…like he was teasing.

His other hand pressed lightly on the back of my head…

Fuck that…I opened my mouth, in fact stretched it as I brought the head of his dick into my mouth. My tongue rolling over the entire head, piercing the slit on the top…the sweet flavor of male pre-cum sending a signal straight to my cunt.

I went down on it…working it at the entrance of my throat…I was determined to get it all the way in…I just had to. I choked, then gagged, brought it out enough to get some air…then licked it from stem to stern….back into my throat, expending my larynx…fuck it was past my nasal passage…wondered if I could reach the top of my stomach…it was cutting off my air, but did not want to give it up…but I had to, just to catch my breath…then back all the way in.

Kyle now had his hands on the side of my head, almost guiding the process, mine were busy exploring his testicles. Massaging them in the hopes of generating a load worthy of his cock.

He started to stiffen…I was going to go all the way…what ever my son was going to give up, I was going to take it.

But he stopped…pulled me by the hair up off his dick…my mouth emitting a smacking, vacuum sound as it fought not to release his cock.

Kyle held my head up…my mouth feeling as if it was stretched permanently, a big smile on his face.

He looked down, I followed…his magnificent cock standing straight up almost to the bottom of his sternum…

“Time to take me home Mom…” his smile one of anticipation.

That comment momentarily brought me back to reality…it is one thing, well at least that is what I tried to tell myself, to have oral sex with that beautiful dick. But…to have it back in the spot it originated from…that is an entirely weird situation.

My resistance was apparently mental…my body already made the decision. I climbed up on Kyle, he rubbed my soaked cunt lips with the head of his cock as I lowered myself…I have a lot of experience at this and used it all to savor each and every millimeter.

Using one hand to steady myself using Kyle’s shoulder the other guided his hard penis, sliding the globe of the head across my slowly spreading vagina, moving it delicately to nub my clitoris…fuck…that familiar spark of lust permeated my body, the animal instinct overwhelming any smidgen of propriety.

Lowering myself slightly, could feel his large head separate and open me…the first pressure of his head causing me to straighten my spine…I lowered another inch or so…then pulled up a smidgen only to push down a couple more inches. My brain was screaming, drowning out any possible resistance…my body wanted this appendage in it more than any thing, more than even possibly life right now.

It was as if this large, fat cock, was intended for this place. Every part of it, and I mean all of it felt like it was made for my orifice. The thought of it being attached to my son only increased the desire…that again overwhelmed the self-contention of me being morally a creep…the song from “Radiohead” started to bang in my head as my lust drove my hips up and down…my cunt relishing the firm resistance of each thrust.

Hardly noticed that Kyle had one hand on my hip as I rose and fell, then oscillating at both apexes of my trajectory. His other hand taking its pleasure with either tit, squeezing his mother’s tits, massaging them, and rolling my nipples that had become super sensitive and hard.

The animal in me was not to be denied and the welling up the intended outcome was rushing to a conclusion…felt like a volcano was getting ready to burst within me….my eyes had no focus, my breathing flared my nostrils…there was not enough oxygen in the air…I was about to cum…it was right there…

Kyle held me tight under my tits, lifting me to where only the end of his dick was still in me. My body tried to drive down, but could not…

“Fuck….FUCK!” I screamed, “I…I am about to CUM!…NOW!” I snorted and pushed again…but in futility.

“No…no you aren’t, not until I let you”. Kyle was looking me dead in the eye.

Could feel the wildness recede from my eyes…the flaring and snorting of my nostrils slowly abating. My cunt…my entire being…the frustration beginning to well up. I have never been denied an orgasm…never. But here it was…the first time, and the realization it was my own kid that was denying it, hit me like a brick.

The indignity of what I just did, the guilt of my wonton actions seeped in. I felt the need to disengage…to run and hide, to put it behind me. I attempted to rise…Kyle thrust upward…his engorged cock totally immersed into me, the length and breadth causing the air to be forced out of my lungs.

The strength of the thrust caused my entire body to levitate momentarily, then I came down…again the air forced out of my body by that stiff appendage pushing my internal organs against the diaphragm, separation my abdomen from my lungs.

“Now we fuck…” Kyle said in an authoritarian voice.

The indiscretions of my actions that just moments ago were driven by lust, that lust somehow had melted away.

I feeling of violation waved over me as I felt Kyle’s large appendage filling me internally.

That sense of violation only increased as Kyle clasped my hips with his hands and slowly started thrusting on his own….very methodically and with determination.

Might be impossible to understand as to my rabid lust turning into being contained and then thrown away to be replaced by someone or something taking complete control over you.

But that is what was happening. I slowly let him take complete charge of what was happening…it was not over just a minute or two….but continually over the course of time…maybe a half hour or more.

My body at first started to react due to my brain telling me that it would be over sooner if you capitulated….but then something changed internally, it was as if I was being broken, reformed, and then renewed…wired completely differently.

I now understand how a wild horse is broken and trained…I am that horse.

The feeling began to rise again, different in that I was reacting to his input, not mine…relying on his thrusting, his oscillations, his rhythm.

Pushed my chest out…offering my tits, my nipples to him. He bit hard around one of my areolas…the pain sharp and almost debilitating, but my reaction was to moan and push more of my tit into his mouth. Even as I felt the blood form from his teeth puncturing my skin… I was not thrown into a need of self-defense. At this moment, I knew that I had succumbed…he could do anything to me and I felt I deserved it.

His attention to my tits as he continued to drive into me lasted quite some time. When he finally pulled his mouth away from my chest…both my tits were covered with bite marks with blood drops emitting from the punctures…the bruising from his hickey’s beginning to form.

The thought of completely capitulating initiated a spark…internally my libido of lust was turning back on…but it would be under his control…not mine.

You would think that the pain of my wounds would have an affect differently, but I realized I was calm and collective with a content smile, as I looked into Kyle’s eyes.

He smiled back, and his lips parted…I took it as an invitation. I kissed him, first softly then with more determination, my tongue reaching deep within his mouth.

Our embrace continued as the crescendo of his thrusts slightly increased, the force of each a little more.

My body reacted in kind…to replicate his desire…not for me necessarily…but for him.

He broke the embrace…”Do I have you?”

“What do you mean?” I almost was at a whisper.

“Do I own you…”

“Right now…yes”. I grunted, his thrusts had increased and so was my lust…so he really did “own me”.

“No…forever…” he now grunted, as his thrusts became erratic.

My body knew, it was time…had to meet his…my mouth opened…”Yes…Yes…forever…do it”.

“Argh…ARGH!” grunted from his mouth as his hips pushed so hard he lifted me…his cock pulsating against the walls of my vagina…the first volley of his seed was so strong I could feel it course through his cock where it was locked by my vaginal muscles.

My own orgasm hit me…harder than anyone I have ever felt….but only internally, my mouth hanging open with an almost breathless reaction…my eyes lost all focus…but did not make any other verbal expression. My body was racked with convulsions…all internal.

His cock continued to pulsate…sending more and more of his seed into me…so much so that it was starting to inhibit my vaginal grip on the based of his cock. I kagled harder…milking him…extending his orgasm…and having another mild one myself.

Collapsing against him as our motions slowed to a stop….his dick still filling me, I whispered…”Thank you”.

Do not know why…it just came out.

As I slowly extricated myself from his cock…my cunt felt has though it had, had a truck pulled out of my vagina. My lips were hyper extended and the colder air rushed into the gapping hole left by the large size of him.

I took a step back…a gush of Kyle’s cum cascaded rolled down both of my thighs.

His cock, still engorged, but soft, plopped against his thigh…coated with both his and my cum.

For whatever reason, I transfixed on that shiny, cum covered appendage of my son.

My attention, my focus, must have done something to Kyle…his satisfying smile was offset by a twinkle in his eye.

“Ok mother…why don’t you lay down on the coach…” He said as he stood up, taking my hands and guiding me to the couch.

No man can recover that fast…so was he just being nice?

He placed me on my back, ran his hands down the side of my torso, so softly it was almost a tickle…my skin actually turning to goose bumps. Then he pulled me until my head went over the edge.

That large, cum soaked cock dangled directly above me…he was not through with me.

“Mom…you are the first female that managed to get that much of me in their mouth…let’s see if we can get it in all the way”, Kyle said as he slithered the end of it from my chin to my lips.

“Open up…” again with the sound of authority.

I sequenced…bending my head back over the edge; my mouth accepted the head of his cock. Fortunately, he was still semi soft…because he unceremoniously thrust his hips forward, his cock penetrating my throat.

All the cum and vaginal fluids must have made it easier…he started to fuck my throat.

And not softly…but with force…his scrotum slapping my forehead…then my nose…then against my lips.

All of him was going deep into my larynx…I could feel him expand my throat when holding one hand on my neck. This was the epitome of the term “deep throat”…he was in me on this end as far as he was just a little while ago on the other.

There was no way any sound could be made by me, and I was concentrating on getting enough air between thrusts, so my sexual arousal was relatively limited.

Until Kyle did something that was totally unexpected, this would change everything….

Felt him take one of my legs and place it up on the back of the couch…my legs spread wide, the gapping hole of my pussy, dripping of my son’s semen…while he continued to, well…fuck my face.

Something touched my clit….I jerked…then I felt it again. My clit felt as if something was pulling it…a vacuum of sorts.

Holy SHIT! Kyle was eating me out. The rush of my sexuality came back, tempered only by the though that it had to be him first. My hands reached around the back of his thighs and I began to assist him in his thrusts.

Kyle’s oral manipulations had every nerve waiting in anticipation.

I promised myself that I would hold out as long as it takes.

How long that was, was lost on me…but when I felt him go rigid…he grabbed my pussy hard at the same time his cock pulsed and the warm gush of his cum started to squirt down my throat…him grabbing my cunt caused me to again have an orgasm.

It was amazing how much cum my son could generate, on one of his thrusts…it backed up in my throat and ended up snorting out of one of my nostrils…that was a first.

He finished up…making sure that I had his dick clean and allowing it to go flaccid.

Standing up over me and looking down, I wondered what more he had for me….but he walked away. I was exhausted…and fell asleep.

Do not know how long I was out, but a car door slamming outside startled me.

I was still on the couch, totally naked…the area around my crotch throbbing…my throat sore as hell, and my jaw almost locked. Reaching down between my legs, the area around my pussy was highly sensitive to the touch and my hand came away covered in clumpy white goo.

Damn…had to make an exit fast. Rolled on to my feet but any quick get away would be futile, my upper thighs felt like jelly. Picking up my clothes almost caused me to nose dive to the floor. Still managed to get down the hallway to my bedroom before the garage door opened.

The scent of cum permeated the air…some of which was emanating from my mouth, but also the trail that I was leaving from the stream down my leg. As quickly as possible made my way to the bathroom and got into the shower, dropping my clothes on the floor.

Just managed to get under the water when I heard Ken call out.

I tried to respond that I was in the shower, but it was as if I had laryngitis…it was more of a croak than words.

Thankfully when Ken opened the bedroom door, he realized I was in the shower and yelled never mind. Then he said something about having to pick up one of the girls.

That was a “phew” moment. Took a long shower, and douched as best I could with how sore I was…believed that I had dodged a bullet.

Then I looked in the mirror as I dried off…my chest, both my tits…those bite marks were real and not going anywhere for a while, neither were the hickey’s…but the big chock was…There was writing on my body…and circles, and a couple arrows.

Took me a second or two to translate them in reverse…”I am my son’s whore”…”This is where I put my cum” written on my inner thigh with an arrow pointing between my legs. And then another one, in larger letters, just below my belly button…”This body is property of Kyle” with a circle drawn around my mound and pussy.

I quickly tried to scrub it off…it was not going anywhere. Most likely he used the laundry marker…shit, guess this was one way to keep me covered up.

Since I generally slept in the nude…quite sure Ken would notice me in pajamas. I would have to figure something out.

None of this was as debilitating as the stretched throat and jaw muscles, had to wonder how I was to communicate…especially in regards to confronting Kyle. This was too much…it had to stop.

Chapter 3

Thankfully, Kyle had disappeared at least for the rest of the day…and was out the door to school before I even was ready for work the next day.

That whole day I was in recovery mode, in the morning it was easier to use head and hand movements to communicate than try to croak out a few words, but by the afternoon I was sufficient at hoarsely speaking a few words at a time.

The need to put what had happened yesterday behind me was paramount in my priorities…but still no Kyle, he avoided making any contact with me. It did not help that to keep my physical blemishes hidden, I had to be the first to bed and the first out of the house.

The week rolled into Wednesday, the markers still perfectly legible but lightening…and the hickey’s were slowly subsiding into yellowish obscurity, even though there were scabs on the bite marks, the irritation around them was gone. Felt has though by the weekend at least my upper torso would be close to normal…the writing might take a little bit more time. This healing also was tempering my anger at my son…and somehow validating my reaction based on self-victimization.

Over night, I woke up covered in sweat…it was dream…no it was a nightmare…well maybe not from how wet my vagina was. The dream was of Kyle having his way with me…in all my orifices…including anally. The one area that has been off limits to anyone…it has never been violated, my ass was still a virgin…in my dream I had begged Kyle to take it…and just before I woke up, I had rolled over in my dream and my belly was swollen as if I was almost full term pregnant.

The words, “This body belongs to Kyle” was tattooed in *********** under my extruded belly…. written in marker on my belly, “Kyle’s baby”.

Took me a minute to catch my breath…what did it mean? The baby thing brought me back to reality though…at forty years old, do not think getting pregnant was in the cards. Also, no way was I going to give up my ass…to anyone. The other stuff…well it was too late for that, he already had those.

The next day at work, the dream kept coming back…unconsciously I even searched for information about over 40 pregnancies. Why, I do not know…but then, by my own mistake, I left the browser on. My boss and friend saw it.

“Don’t tell me you are pregnant?” I heard Debby ask over my shoulder.

Startling me, “No…absolutely not…I…” my fingers quickly searched for the delete key.

“That is ok…I know how it is, always wanted to have more children too. Just running out of time”.

“Debby, I already have three…”

“I know, but that timing thing. It bothers me everyday and if I could, I think under the right circumstances…well”.

“Yeah but, you are a couple of years younger than I am…so…”

“Yeah, thirty eight is so much younger than forty….got it. Never mind though, I understand the urge…”

Debby’s husband is a good fifteen years older than her and had testicular cancer about five six years ago that not only made him impotent, but they had to be surgically removed. It was devastating to her as it was just as they were trying to have another child.

My motivation for looking up pregnancy at closer to my age had nothing to do with that, at least that is what I told myself.

It was just because of last night’s dream…a fantasy…not reality.

Debby walked away smiling funny.

Later that day, when the tedium of the day caused me to daydream, had the mindless thought that if Ken is or was built like Kyle… there would have been a heck of a lot more opportunities to expand the family. Which led me to unconsciously think about my erratic breathing due to Kyle’s size and thrust…not realizing that I apparently was actually making short deep breaths. Of course, Debby had just walked up unannounced.

“Gee…what’s with you today, are you having an orgasm?” Debby humorously said as she startled me by her presence.

“Uh…no, no”, I quickly blurted as my face flushed in embarrassment.

“I don’t know…looking up pregnancy…then breathing exercises…what is up?”

“Nothing…nothing”, and then knowing she would just keep it up, “Just had a dream last night…I mean, a nightmare…that I was standing in front of a mirror with a full term pregnant belly”.

“Uh…really? Does anyone else know about this?”

Then I somehow made a linguistic blunder, not even realizing the details, “No…nope, did not mention it to Kyle”.

Debby made a funny face, and waited a moment, “ You mean Ken…don’t you?”

“Yeah….oh shit…I meant Ken…did I really say Kyle? Uh…no… don’t think so” I said with a nervous laugh.

Debby nodded, gave me a wink, and then went back to what she was doing.

My brain quickly reviewed my previous thoughts and actions, was there any other Freudian slips?

As the day progressed, and especially on the way home, there seemed to be a bit of anger welling up within me as to Kyle. The trickery and then falling to his extortion…then worse yet, marking my body…that kid was showing disrespect. I was determined to get this straightened out…and I was not happy with him.

Unfortunately, he must have been avoiding me. Kyle was not around the entire evening…nor did I see him for more than a few minutes in the next couple of days. And, as the marks on my breasts went away along with the writing on my body fading to almost nothing…so did my urgency to have a talk with Kyle.

That we did, what we did the past weekend, did not become less of a point of mental anguish, but the actions were being tempered by the passing days. And that I got suckered into his blackmail, well that will not work again, so I told myself.

Friday’s I work half day, did not know that Kyle also had a half-day of school.

When I walked into the house, he was sitting on the couch…wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts and a smirk.

I looked at him with the sternest eyes I could muster while setting my purse and keys down on the desk. “We need to talk”, stated the best I could with purpose.

“We do?” he said jokingly.

“Yes…this is serious”.

“Have you decided to come clean and let the world know that you are a slut?”

“Don’t talk like that…I am not a…” could not say it, “a…. what you said.”

“Do you like whore better?”

“Listen…I am not going to be blackmailed by you…so you will just have to stop it”.

“So…you do not have a problem of sharing to the world that I own your ass?” he went from a light banter to a very serious tone.

At that moment…our central sound system clicked on…I hear his voice…then mine almost breathlessly acknowledging him…

Shit! He recorded what happened last week.

“That is not going to work,” I said with a determination that even surprised me.

He just looked at me as his smile just broadened. “Here, in case you forgot…check out the trailer of the movie I made”.

Turned my head towards the big screen TV, there were snippets of movie frames of me doing things…doing those things to Kyle last week with the accompanying sound track behind it.

“You would not dare…you fucking little asshole”. I was pissed.

“Try me bitch…this is not a game…this is for real”, he sounded even more pissed than me…and he just called my bluff.

The tone of his voice was overwhelming, there was no compromise in it, but I had to try.

“Ok…what is it going to take? We have to put this behind us”, my voice trailed off.

“Told you last week…nothing has changed. I own your ass.”

I closed my eyes and exhaled…this was going nowhere. Turned to walk away.

“Where do you think you are going?” Kyle snapped.

“I am not going to discuss this anymore”.

“You are right…get over here…I want to fuck you right now”.

“WHAT?” I was being indignant, “ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS?” This is not going to happen.

“Really?” The TV switched to Utube and he was uploading an attachment.

“Whoa…wait a minute…you can’t”.

He grabbed his crotch with his free hand and nodded.

Goddamn it I thought…this just cannot be happening. But my feet started to move and my hands raised the bottom of my dress.

“You don’t have to take off your dress…just your panties…and just for the record, do not want you wearing panties anymore. Do you understand?”

“Argh”, I grunted and nodded, with no intention of actually not wearing panties “anymore”.

Kyle pushed his shorts down…that massive hunk of dick was in full erection.

I mentally tried to hasten myself knowing that this just might be a struggle if I am dry. I slowly pulled my panties off and gave my self a rub trying to initiate as much lube as possible.

“No…I want you to feel every part of me…get up here”.

I bit my lower lip as I straddled him.

The head of his cock put pressure against my vagina, which was not nearly close to being ready. Kyle did not care…he drove his hips upward. The pressure turned to pain as he forced himself into me…each slight movement felt like a huge sandpaper cylinder was being shoved up me.

The pressure, the force, the tightness…pain caused a yelp to exit from my throat…even as he bottomed out against my internal organs.

He allowed me to lift, just slightly, but enough to notice my cunt was starting to flow…the friction turning more into heat and less like the sandpaper.

Kyle kept pounding into me…not the slow and building crescendo he did last weekend, but as if he turned into a commercial jackhammer. He was showing no mercy as he tried to split me in two…to drive his cock completely through me.

The heat turned into a burning sensation…it needed to be cooled, but he was not letting up. The thought was that I might die being skewered by my own son’s cock…it seemed to go on forever…before finally stiffening…his jets of cum surging and seething into the depths of my cavity. This kid’s volume was more than any two men I ever fucked…it filled me, but due to the size of his cock his jizz was forced around it…even though I was only beginning to start the climb to a sexual climax, I still had a satisfaction of not only surviving but getting him off with such a copious amount.

A thought flashed through my mind…if I was not on the pill…there was absolutely no way his seed would not have fertilized me…the picture of my swollen belly floated through my consciousness.

Just as I caught my breath, still impaled on his dick…the front door burst open. I turned my head just in time to see the confused expression on my youngest daughter’s face.

My first reaction was to jump off…but in a nano second realized that still having my dress on was camouflaging her brother’s dick imbedded deep within me. It might have been an awkward scenario…but there might be an opportunity for plausible deniability if it came to that.

“Hey sis”, Kyle spoke without a hint of any anxiety.

“Hey… what’s going on?” Kellie asked nonchalantly while starting to climb the stairs as if it was normal to see her mother sitting face to face on the lap of her older brother.

“Mom was showing me a new position,” he hesitated and then, “a new position to hold me down.”

“Yeah…sure…”, she said as if this was just a common occurrence.

Then she disappeared.

It was unbelievable…here I was with my son’s cock stuck up my pussy, his cum seeping out and my youngest daughter just blows off what had to be a very compromising position. My panties were sitting in the middle of the living room floor and Kyle’s shorts were down around his ankles. And she never caught on???

Kyle let out a little laugh, I could not help but react the same way….but when I tried to dismount. He shook his head in a negative.

“We’re not done, bitch….I have another load to give you…”, he calmly said.

His hands ran up my thighs and softly guided my next motions…he wanted me to do all the work.

I gyrated slowly, then would rise and fall….over and over again.

Not only wanting to get him off as fast as possible, but the entire prospect of almost getting caught raised my sense of desire…

Kyle’s hand slid around my thigh…his thumb finding my clit as I moved his shaft up and down in me.

The sandpaper feeling was gone, the burning being replaced by the heat of lust…I could not stop myself…everything being accentuated by the taboo of my act, and by being so close to being caught.

Kyle must have felt the same way…just ten or fifteen minutes my movements started to accelerate….and then it flooded me, the surge of an orgasm…just at the right moment…just as Kyle let out his second burst of seed.

He raised me by my hips…a torrent of cum slopped out of my gapping cunt. Kyle stuck a hand under my dripping pussy…filling his cupped hand.

My legs felt wobbly…causing me to almost stumble, but instead went down to my knees in front of him…he extended his cupped hand.

The opaque slurry of his cum filled the cavity of his palm…the thought of whether he was going to make me wear it or consume it crossed my mind. I decided to take the latter way…I sucked the puddle out of his hand and licked it clean.

“Ha…that is what I like to see…my slave understanding the need to please me”, he had a content smile spread across his face.

An unexpected flash of warmth shivered through my body as licked and swallowed the remaining remnants of his gunk stuck to the roof of my mouth.

Chapter 4

An hour later, as I was standing in the shower…using the remote showerhead to blast the remaining clumps of his semen out of my vagina…it hit me that maybe if I just would be more compliant as an enabler instead of resisting that Kyle just might get tired of using me as his…well, in his terms, his fuck bag.

Drying myself off, and then opening the shower door…there was Kyle.

The thought of any need to cover myself never entered my mind…apparently my psyche had adjusted to any impropriety of exposing myself to my son.

Kyle held up simple cotton “T” dress and a pair of sandals, nothing else.

The “T” dress is the article of clothing that I would only wear lounging around the house and feeling sexy. Without any underwear, the material did little to hide my figure…in fact the last time I wore it, I remember the affect it had on Kyle and one of his buddies…

“Mom…throw this on and let’s go…we have an appointment…it is about an hour away and will not be able to get there tomorrow…let’s go”.

“Where…for what?” I was again blind-sided.

“Doesn’t matter to you…other than to remind you of what you are”. Kyle jerked his thumb towards the door.

Told myself to be compliant… to facilitate him, to make him bored with me. I pulled the cotton dress over my head and stepped into the sandals. Only slightly concerned about possibly being in public in what amounted to almost total view of my nipples, tits, and to be honest when the material stretched just the right way…the slit of my cunt could be detected.

If his intent was to show off his slut mom, he got it.

I led Kyle out of my room and down the hallway just as Kellie came towards us.

“Holy shit mom….you look sexy…very laid back, cas