A Loving Mother Ch. 03byHjarnbjardr©
Copyright 2011 Hjarnbjardr
Disclaimer: This story involves strong themes of incest and sex. All characters are legal adults. This story is presented for entertainment purposes only, and nothing in this story constitutes advice, an endorsement, or a suggestion of any kind.
My son's mouth hung wide open as he took in the sight before him. He'd come home early, walking through the front door to see my husband and I fucking on the couch. My husband lay on his back, my left leg across his body and pressed into the crack of the couch where the back pillows met the seat, while my right leg hung down and onto the floor. I was already shaking a bit from the effort of holding myself aloft while my husband rhythmically slid in and out of me, his swollen penis taking pleasure from my slick, tight vagina that gripped him like a nice tight glove as his cock easily slid in and out of me like a piston. I was in the perfect position for him, my legs spread wide and my body held stationary so that his penis could take its pleasure from the way my vagina engulfed him, so moist and tight around his needy member. I didn't want to move; in that moment, I was a piece of meat and my pleasure was to deliver carnal pleasure to my husband. I loved thinking of myself as his fuck-toy -- that my body was an object whose purpose was to both enrage and then subsequently satisfy his penis.
My job was to stay perfectly still while my husband's penis took its pleasure from my body. We were so lost in the ecstasy of our fornication that for a moment, we hardly noticed or cared that our son was suddenly standing right there. Or perhaps it was the fact that my son had recently started having incestuous sex with me, his own mother, on almost a daily basis. Though I knew that on one level it was wrong, I didn't care. It wasn't just that it felt wonderful when my son made his mommy cum by putting his big dick inside her, or how he ate his mommy's pretty little pussy with such enthusiasm, licking her labia and suckling her clit until his mommy's pussy juices covered his face. It was that my son's penis was so painfully erect and needed sex so bad that I couldn't possibly refuse him, when I had the power to satisfy his needs and relieve his tension. I don't care what anyone else might say. As his mother, my job is to make him feel better, and that's exactly what I was going to do so.
It had all started as a bit of a game -- a challenge between my son and myself to see who would back down first. I'd noticed that he seemed to be checking me out quite a bit when I was wearing my exercise leotard, so I'd started flaunting my body a little bit just to have some fun. I thought for sure he'd feel embarrassed and turn away, but it had the opposite effect instead. He seemed to be struggling with trying to look at me without being blatant about it. What started as me trying to be humorous about sexuality and make light of things, struck on a much deeper chord that I didn't know was there.
Unbeknownst to me, my eighteen year old son was still a virgin and desperate for sex. When I'd told my husband about my son's interest, he laughed it off, telling me to give the boy a piece if that's what he really wanted. I thought he was kidding, but the second time I brought it up he reinforced what he said the first time. He didn't care as long as it didn't affect him getting a piece. He even went on to say that the poor boy was in his sexual prime, and without a girlfriend, what did I expect if I was going to go walking around in skimpy revealing outfits. I guess he had a point.
Things quickly spiraled out of control with my son, each of us determined to show the other that we were the strong one -- that the other would back down first in a sort of game of sexual one-upsmanship that ensued between us. Yes, in hindsight, for a woman to play this game with a man was quite foolish, but I wasn't thinking clearly at the time. Talking soon lead to touching, and touching lead to me stripping naked and offering myself to him. Needless to say, my son, with an attractive woman's willing wet pussy rubbing against his raging erection, did the only thing any rational man would do in such a situation. He plunged it into me and fucked me. Without knowing it, I'd taken my son's virginity that night. We'd had sex every day since.
So, as my husband and I, fornicating busily on the couch, took notice of our son, I realized this was the first time there'd been more than two of us together. I was nervous at how my husband would react, since while he'd been away on his trip, my son had spent about half his waking hours with his penis inside me. It had felt wonderful, not only for the sexual aspects, but it also just felt good to open myself up to my son and let him use me for his pleasure. Knowing that he wanted me in that way, and to see the intense pleasure on his face as his penis claimed me, gave me an in describable thrill.
There was a moment of sudden silence as we stopped moving, my husband and son looking at each other, neither sure what to say. In that moment, as the three of us were seemingly frozen, the sudden stillness caused me to be keenly aware of the only movement -- my husband's rigid penis up inside my vagina, flexing inside me as he clenched and released his muscles causing his penis to repeatedly bulge inside my pussy. Feeling his penis bulging inside my body like that while everything else was seemingly frozen still was almost surrealistic, and it drove me mad with arousal.
"Well, don't just stand there. Get that thing out and come put it to use," my husband said, grinning. My son's eyes were riveted to the sight of my husbands cock disappearing into me as he slowly pressed it up into my tight slick vagina.
My son had a big grin on his face as he dropped his school bag, ran into the other room and then came right back. I couldn't believe my eyes at first -- my son set a small tripod up on one of the tables in the room, put his camera on it, and started it recording.
"You've got to be kidding me?" I said, almost laughing. "You're going to film your own mother having sex?"
"I'm going to film all of us having sex together," he corrected me with a grin.
"I can't believe this... you better not ever show this to anyone," I said, putting on the sexiest, sauciest look I could manage as I tossed my hair and looked at the camera. "Mommy needs a good fucking, baby. Can you be a good son and come give it to her?"
I'd never seen my son strip so fast. He was already hard by the time he got his clothes off, approaching me from behind.
"Damn, look at that thing," my husband said, gesturing toward my son's erection. My husband had an average penis, which had always suited me just fine, but my son was truly well endowed, at over seven inches long and at least a inch and a half thick.
"Just where do you think you're going to put that?" I asked as my son came up behind me.
My son chuckled, saying, "I'm going to fuck you in the ass, mom, and you're going to like every minute of it."
"Oh God," I said, suddenly overcome with the need to have my son's dick in my ass. I wanted my son to fuck my ass while my husband fucked my pussy. I shifted the angle of my hips slightly, presenting my anus to my son. My anus had begun to throb quite suddenly in anticipation of what it knew was coming. "Fuck mommy in the ass, baby," I said, handing my son the bottle of lube we'd had next to the couch.
"Hell yeah," my husband chimed in, reaching around to smack my ass with a nice hard thwack. "Fuck mommy's ass, son. Come on -- put your dick right in mommy's tight little butthole!"
A moment later, I felt the soft tip of my son's penis press against my anus, lubricating it, before beginning a slow but relentless pressure against my opening. I took a deep breath and exhaled, focusing all my effort on relaxing my sphincter and suddenly, almost without warning, my son's penis split me open, forcing its way up into my anus quite suddenly.
I cried out in both pain and pleasure. My rectum throbbed, being forcibly and mercilessly stretched wide open and filled with my son's angry throbbing penis which he then began to slide in and out of my aching asshole and that was now steadily throbbing. God, I loved being fucked in the ass!
"This is kind of weird, dad," my son said. "Our balls keep bumping together."
My husband played with my nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he replied, "I know, but tell me it isn't worth it? I mean, your mom is the finest damn piece a man could want. Look at her gorgeous toned legs, nice tits, and beautiful shaven pussy. And here we are, father and son, both fucking her at the same time and she's loving every minute of it. I think your mom has plenty enough pussy to go around for both of us, and she'd better get used to getting fucked in both holes like this."
"Hell yeah," my son said. "I want her pussy next time, though, dad, if that's OK?"
"Sure," my husband said. "But maybe you can fuck her from behind while she sucks my dick. You know, a fuck and suck combo. You want that, baby?" my husband said, squeezing and tugging on my nipples harder than I'd normally like but somehow in that moment it felt incredibly good, and I could feel an enormous orgasm building.
"God yes," was all I could say. "But can you two just shut up and fuck me?"
Then, the two of them fucked me together, my husband in my vagina and my son in my ass, both of them using me for their sexual pleasure together. I was lost in euphoria, and have no idea whose hands were on my breasts and clit as they worked me toward orgasm, both my holes full of their cocks. I'd never felt anything so wonderful in all my life. It wasn't long before they were both coming inside me, almost in unison, with my own orgasm following only a few seconds later.
When I came, it was the most powerful orgasm I could remember having in quite a while. For a woman to cum in that way, cocks in both her entrances as her pelvic muscles clamp down in orgasmic spasm, is the most wonderful feeling you could imagine. In that moment, both my men inside me as I came, I felt complete.
Over the next few weeks, we settled into a bit of a rhythm. My husband usually took me in the mornings, often in my pussy, but he'd increasingly begun fucking me in the ass. In fact he was the one who'd really initiated my anal sex fetish, and I'd come to truly love the feeling of his manhood up inside my bum, claiming me, stretching me, owning me, using me for his pleasure. He'd fuck me in the ass when he first woke up, then get ready and go to work.
Afterward, I'd go downstairs and have a cup of coffee while I waited for my son to get up. More often than not, he'd stumble down the stairs still half asleep with his morning erection making a major tentpole in his shorts. He'd come over to the couch, and I'd lay back and spread my legs. Then my son would position his erection at the entrance to my vagina, and he'd press his large penis into me as he lay his lean, muscular body down atop me, wrapping his arms tight around me and holding me close against him, our hot flesh pressed together as we took our time fornicating, my pussy enjoying the feeling of my son's penis inside me just as much as his manhood enjoyed the feeling of this mother's tight wet pussy gripping him tightly, working his cock as he slid in and out of me until finally we'd both cum, my son ejaculating up inside me. Most mornings we had sex like that, but if he was running late then I might just get down on my knees and suck his dick before he had to leave for class. I loved that my son would go to class with his penis feeling so nice from his mother having just given him a wonderful blow job!
At nights, my husband would usually have me again before bed, but at night it was different that the morning. Morning sex was about him getting off and cumming inside me. Evening sex almost always started with him going down on my pussy for a nice long while, and we really got into trying to please each other. My husband worked out, too, and had a nice body. He was a good looking man, and I enjoyed the way he could both take me for his pleasure, but then also be caring and considerate and make love to me.
After he went to bed, more often than not I'd go join my son for a while in the TV room, which more often than not resulted in my son's dick being inside me, our bodies sweaty as we'd have an almost aerobic sexual workout. I swear, he'd bend me and twist me and fuck me in just about every position you can imagine, as if he thought somehow my pussy would feel any different. But I loved being my son's fuck; I liked knowing that I was there to satisfy his penis. I loved knowing that my son was going to bed well sexed, and that I'd been able to give him that. I guess the truth is that I just really loved knowing how much he wanted me.
Friday nights, I belonged to my husband for the night. My body was at his beck and call. Usually my son had college parties to go to, so my husband and I would have a nice romantic dinner and then fuck like bunnies for an hour or longer. Then, Saturday night, I was my son's sex toy from dinner time on, and we'd usually even sleep together so that we could have both night-time sex and then morning sex on Sunday. My husband really didn't seem to mind; I think he liked having the bed to himself for a night, and the fact that his son was busy stuffing my various holes with his penis didn't worry him, since he knew he could have me again the very next day if he wanted. In fact, usually the next day he was quite energetic.
The best part, though, was Saturday and Sunday afternoons. Usually at least one of those days, we'd have family sex. It's hard for me, as a woman, to tell you how wonderful it is to be filled with both your men at once, and having them take you in all of your entrances. To see those big cocks bursting with arousal and the desire to be inside you and copulate with you, makes you feel so wonderful and alive and needed. I felt like a young woman all over again.
My soon began making video recordings of all our family sexual liaisons, and would go so far as to come do close-ups of our genitals as we had sex. My husband was all to eager to participate and happily made close up shots of me having sex with my son -- everything from the two of us laying naked together, to kissing each other, to fucking, with plenty of both distance and close-up shots from the same perspectives so you could clearly see that it was actually us, and then the close-up shots to show you what you really wanted to see -- us licking, sucking, and fucking every part of each other's bodies. My husband especially loved taking pictures of me sucking my son's dick, and of my son taking me up the ass while we both looked at the camera, my son's dick clearly and visibly going right into my butthole. And, of course, there was plenty of video of the three of us together.
I thought it was a little weird when my son also started asking me to do erotic photo shoots for him, but I figured you're only young once, so I did it anyway. Soon I was getting new lingerie and new toys just for the photos and video's we'd do -- once I got used to the idea, I really got into it and I think I got even more turned on by it than he did. In particular, he loved to have pictures of me wearing the jeweled buttplug. You may remember this from the earlier journal entries. It's a buttplug with a nice shiny gemstone on the end -- it really makes your anus look like something spectacular. Well my son loved to make me videos of me doing all sorts of various activities in short skirts and no panties, and he'd do shots up my skirt to show how I was wearing the shiny jeweled buttplug. I had no idea until much later that my husband and son had started a website and that I had a rapidly growing fan base who loved seeing me play with my pussy and butthole, and watch me get gang-banged by my husband and son.
I confess that there were days here and there -- though not many -- that I was tired, and would just as soon not have had a penis inside my body, thrusting at my innards. But my sex drive was on overdrive and this hesitation didn't last long. A nice warm tongue and soft mouth on my pussy got me going almost immediately every time, and the time or two it didn't, I just used a little extra lube and put out anyway. It wasn't like I was sick or anything. This was my job, or at least part of it. My husband went to work whether he felt like it or not, after all. A little pussy was the least I could do for him, given that I didn't even have to work. And my son, well, I didn't want him making the mistake of falling in lust, as opposed to falling in love, and my rationale for our continued fornication was that by satisfying him sexually, I was helping make sure that when he met someone special, it was about who she was, and not just the sex.
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Perhaps due in part to this new sexual awakening, I soon myself taking an interest in women that I'd never really had before. My friend Susan from aerobics soon became a bit of a fascination for me. She was young and attractive -- a classic blue-eyed blonde with big tits. Usually, after class, I'd just head to my car and go home, while she went to the locker room to shower and get dressed. Over the next few weeks of getting gang-banged by my husband and son, I also began flirting a bit with Susan to see if she showed any interest. I started getting the sense from her that she was interested, but women can be touchy-feely with each other sometimes anyway, so I needed to be a bit more bold.
One day I took a bag of clothes and toiletries with me, and after class, instead of leaving, went with Susan to the locker room. She asked about why I wasn't doing my usual routine, and I just told her that I was going the opposite direction after class and didn't want to have to go home. As we spoke, we both began undressing, though I suddenly found myself feeling self-conscious. Susan didn't seem to be, and we make small talk as the two of us stripped naked. Damn, she had an amazing body. She was toned from the aerobics, but she didn't really have the muscular look. She was curvaceous, with fair skin, long blonde hair, and the most wonderful set of large natural breasts I'd personally seen, crested by pink puffy nipples that quickly stood out at attention. "Sorry -- but it's cold in here!" she giggled, and I could see her glance at my nipples to see if they were hard, too. But the most wonderful thing was her bush; she had a thick bush of pubic hair atop her mound, but I could see that it ended abruptly at her sex and her puffy labia were shaven smooth. The sight of her labia made me start to literally salivate; I found myself becoming suddenly flush as I had to resist the urge to get down on my knees and bury my face between Susan's legs. I'd never been with a woman and I wanted to eat her pussy so bad I could hardly stand it.
I tried to be circumspect and not completely ogle her body, by turning and taking glances as I undressed. Because of this, I really couldn't quite tell whether she was checking me out as well or not, but I did my best to give her a show of my legs, and to thrust my breasts out prominently as I took off my top. I realized that Susan could have turned her back to me at any point and been more modest about how she undressed -- but she hadn't. She had unashamedly bared it all to me as we undressed, facing each other.
She grabbed her towel and headed for the shower, still making small talk as she did. Wow -- the sight of her lovely ass wiggling away from me was simply amazing. I could see why men liked women, I realized. I grabbed my towel and followed her, not having ever been inside the shower room.
Susan had closed the door behind her, which I found a bit odd, so I went ahead and opened it to walk in. She had a bit of a surprised look on her face, and I quickly saw why. It was a one-person shower! There was a small stool in the back of the shower, so I seized on the opportunity, saying, "It's so blessed cold out there, you don't mind if I wait right here do you?"