A Mother's Fantasies Ch. 02

The other makes a non committal reply. I hear John say, "Pick the slut up."

I shiver as the other puts his arms under me and lifts me up with little difficulty. I shiver as his hands touch my skin. It's there again, that little tingle, that chemical reaction when his flesh touches my flesh. It's HIM! It's THE COCK!

I am being carried through the cabin. I am set down on the bed. Two sets of hands take my arms and I am again handcuffed to the bedposts! This is not how John and I normally wind down our game. I shiver with anticipation and I confess, some fear. I am highly aroused, but I am also so sore. I don't know how much more fucking I can take.

I am surprised when I realize they aren't going to secure my legs. HIS hands run up and down my leg, and then I feel him climb between my thighs, his hands spreading them wide as he moves up my body. I feel his erection, THE COCK, wedged between my swollen, widespread lips. I give a little start as I feel him kissing me, little, gentle kisses, beginning with my belly and working upwards. His lips kiss my breasts. I groan as his tongue reaches out and licks my bruised nipples. His warm, wet flesh feels so good. He continues upward until he can nuzzle my neck.

I feel his hips move. He rises up, by now familiar with my naked body. THE COCK presses into my cunt hole, battered and weary, but still aroused by this long, thick penis and the man it belongs to. I work my hips up to meet his easy thrust and he is in me, oh god, yes, THE COCK is in me, sinking deep, filling me up. My whole body seems to be clenching. I raise my knees back, spreading them, opening myself up more for him, wanting, needing more of THE COCK in me. I hook my feet around his ankles. I lack the strength to do more.

It is so right, so perfect. I love the way this man fucks me! I need to find out who he is. I love my husband, but I know there is no way I can live without this man and THE COCK now that I know of its existence. I will travel new paths of sluttiness to be fucked by him.

I am on the edge of cumming. My nipples feel like they're about to explode and there is a fiery cauldron between my legs. My cunt is so hot I cannot believe I'm not scalding his cock. Suddenly hands are working on my other face. It's not my lover, his hands are on my tits and hip.

The mask resists. The leather clings with a mix of heat and sweat to my face. I cry out as he yanks it off, my pony tail coming undone in a sweaty unkempt, cum tinged tangle. I blink and squint my eyes, trying to gasp for breath even as I feet myself reaching the moment of orgasm. I am gasping for breath and then my eyes focus and I find myself looking into my own son's eyes!

Time stands still. I am handcuffed naked to a bed, Jessie, my own eighteen year old son between my thighs, his cock, THE COCK, buried to the hilt in my cunt. I am covered in cum and stunk like a whore the morning after a political convention. I am revealed for the slut I am. I completely understand my physical reaction to my son's touch all evening. It is completely natural. I am responding to the flesh that is my flesh, made within my own body. This is a fantasy come true.

Yes, I have long dreamed of fucking my son. In the confines of our bedroom, John and I had talked about it, roleplayed Mom seducing her son and becoming his slut many times. I cannot explain why it never occurred to me that my husband might eventually make this fantasy come true.

A heartbeat comes and goes. I can feel Jessie's pulse within his cock. Another heartbeat as he stares into his mother's sweaty, no doubt manic face. Neither of us move to separate. I don't want to and the look on my son's face told me he is happy right where he is, buried deep in his mother's cunt.

"Mom..." Jessie begins.

"I love you too," I finish for him. I lift my head and kiss him quick, finding the strength to lift my legs up and encircle his hips, tightening my grip on him. "Please, Jessie, Fuck me. Fuck your slut mother hard right now!"

Another heartbeat, another pulse from his cock, and I am gone. My orgasm simply materializes and I am in the throes of passionate pleasure. Some small, still intelligent part of me begins rejoicing as I realize that Jessie is obeying his mother and that once more he is fucking me.

Another remotely coherent part of me is aware of John standing next to the bed, looking down at us with an expression that is a mix of arousal and amusement. He is still clothed, but his cock is forming a large tent in his trousers. I try once or twice to say thank you, but it's all I can do to just moan as my Jessie fucks me, each stroke becoming more powerful and quick.

Suddenly, I am crying. Not just tears or cries of pleasure, but sobbing, bawling with the floodgates open. The sheer enormity of the moment coming so soon after such an intense gangbang is just overwhelming. I'm not upset or angry, but simply overcome from the sheer wonderfulness as I realize that forever more my world is permanently changed. My greatest, most hidden fantasy is now reality.

My son knows me as the utter slut I was and completely accepts and wants me as a cockslut. Jessie slows down and looks down at me concerned. I shake my head and fling my cunt upwards. "Don't stop, baby!" I manage to say between sobs and gasps for breath. "I love you! I love your cock. Fuck me, fuck Mommy hard. Mommy likes, loves to get fucked hard!

Jessie smiles and obliges me. He begins to fuck me fast and furiously. He leans in and kisses the tears off my face and then kisses me on my cum stained lips, his tongue hungrily playing with mine. I moan and cry against his lips, my orgasm building and building. Pleasure washes through my body and seems to grow with every thrust of his thick meaty cock.

Jessie's cock, tempered from cumming so many times already this evening seems to be able to go on forever. My orgasm waxes and wanes, but never completely fades away as my son fucks me and fucks me and fucks me. Our bodies are awash in sweat, mixing with all the cum smeared all over my body. We smell like the pure essence of sex, of man and woman FUCKING!

When I am able, I hold him with my legs, trying to keep him deep inside me. At other times as my orgasm is a raging inferno that seems to be consuming me, I am helpless, legs all askew, completely helpless as my son relentless pounds my cunt with his wonderful cock.

"You love it, don't you, Mom? You're my slut now, my momslut," Jessie moans as he fucks me, his eyes rarely leaving my face, apparently enjoying the looks of ecstasy I am displaying, all thanks to him. "I love you, Mom! My whoremom, fuckslut Mom. I love fucking your sonfucking cunt!"

My son's words only add fuel to the fire that is my orgasm. All my soreness, all my pain fade away as I give my all to my Jessie. I am his, heart and soul, surrendering my body to him completely.

Jessie's thrusts become more frantic and I realize he is going to cum even before he moans, "I need to cum, Mom!"

John's voice pierces the solitary world that only my son and I occupy. "Now where does your Mom need your cum, Jess?" John laughs and says, "Where does a slutcunt like your mother deserve your seed?"

Jessie nods and then I cry out as Jessie suddenly withdrew from my cunt, my quivering, aching muscles trying in vain to clasp him, keep him inside me. Moaning, Jessie scrambles over me on his knees, his naked butt sliding over my heaving, meaty tits as my hard nipples scrape against the flesh of his cheeks.

My son doesn't even have to stroke himself. I open my mouth wide, my tongue out to catch his precious seed and I guess that seeing his mother act like such a cumslut is enough to send him over the edge because his cockhead swells up and then like a dike springing a leak, his pissslit begins spraying cum all over my face.

There is something so nasty, so humiliating and yet satisfying to have a man cum on your face. To experience those wonderful, quick, powerful bursts of hot steamy sperm splattering against your skin, almost like liquid fire which trickles down your face, over your nose, your lips, falling off your chin to splash on your tits. It's pungent aroma filling your nostrils even as you begin to taste it, thick globs of sweet and salty semen that splattered on your tongue or are sprayed directly into your mouth.

I so badly want to have Jessie's cum in my womb and I knew that soon I will have that pleasure again, but I also savor the feel of being a total slut that glories in wearing her lover's cum on her face. I know that many cum facials from my son are in my future. I will insist on it.

Jessie stops cumming and I lick his cock clean before I realize we are alone in the bedroom. Jessie scoots down until he is resting in the missionary position again. "Where's your father, baby?" I ask my son as he alternates between kissing me and running his finger over my face, scooping up spatters of semen for me to lick from his fingers.

Jessie just smiles and says, "I love you, Mom."

When my breathing seems somewhat close to normal, Jessie climbs off me and using a set of keys on the bedside table, he releases me. I go to hug my lover son, but he just says, "Not yet, Mom," and holds up my leash. I try to control my trembling as he puts the leash on me and then says in a confident, commanding tone that makes my cunt wet anew, "Heel, Mom."

I fall to my hands and knees and allow my son to walk me out of the room. He leads me to the living room where my husband sits naked on the couch. John's cock, bless his heart is stiff and angry looking and I marvel that my husband has held out for so long after watching me being gang fucked by Jessie and his companions.

"Suck me, slut!" my husband commands. I crawl across the floor and up between John's strong thighs. Precum oozes from his slit and I run my tongue slowly over it, drawing a happy sigh from my husband. As I begin to suck John's cock, Jessie handcuffs my hands behind my back even as his father mutters, "Yessss. Hands only, my Shellyslut."

I know my husband deserves a long and loving blowjob as just the first installment in thanking him for what has happened this evening and I set about making it good for him. As I suck my husband's throbbing cock, he begins to tell me about the evening. John tells me how he had planned this night with Jessie for several weeks. He tells me how thrilled Jessie had been to hear of my naughty fantasies and how Jessie had confessed to him his dreams of fucking his mother.

John tells how Jessie was stunned, but excited to learn of our games and my sluttish behavior that we had done a good job hiding from our son all these years. As I feverishly suck my husband's cock, my cunt growing wetter with each passing moment, John speaks of how he and Jessie have come up with the plan for Jessie and his friends to gangbang a MILF with John's help. "I don't know if they know it's you, Shelly, I think Walton suspects, but the twins, they were just happy to have a cunt slut to fuck."

My moans are muffled by John's cock as I realize who else was fucking me this evening. Walton is Clint Walton, Jessie's best friend, a tall African American teenager and my pussy quivers as I realize he has that lovely long cock that touched me so deeply. The twins can only be the Delano twins, David and Daniel, who also have been friends and classmates of Jessie for as long as I can remember. I can even guess that David, the "evil" twin is the titty torturer.

I'm about to orgasm without any more stimulation that the knowledge that these neighborhood boys, who's diapers I used to change and who I used to make cookies and Kool-Aid for when they'd come in from playing have just finished fucking me within an inch of my life.

"You were perfect, Shelly. You fulfilled every bit of your potential as a cockloving slut, the whore I always knew you could be," John murmurs, his hand caressing my cheek as I suck him. "I couldn't love you more than I did tonight!" he said as his voice grows strained and then he groans as all the cum built up from the night's nasty games gushes from his cock and into my mouth.

My wonderful husband's cum is a flood and even with all my cocksucking talents, I barely manage to swallow it all. I glance over at Jessie who is kneeling nearby, his cock red, but half erect. He is grinning from ear to ear. I drink John's cum, treasuring every tasty drop.

As John recovers from my ministrations, Jessie releases me from my cuffs and leads me to the kitchen where my son warms up some food left over from earlier. I fall to the food ravenous after a night's fucking. Shortly, John joins us and to my surprise he is completely dressed.

My husband tosses a set of keys to our son. "There you go, Jess. Keys to the place and to all the various, um, toys." John smiles at me lovingly and comes over and kisses me, his tongue probing into my mouth. He turns and hugs Jessie. He walks over to the kitchen door and turns around and smiles again at both of us.

"From now on, Jessie and I are on equal terms. He is as much your husband as I am. He has the same right to fuck you and treat you like the slut you are as I do." I groaned at the implications of his words. John chuckles and says, "Hell, you give Father Ryan as good a blowjob as you just gave me, he'll probably make it official." He turns to open the door.

"Honey, wait," I say, a bit confused. "Where are you going?"

John winks at us and says, "Consider this your honeymoon. Spend the weekend and really get to know each other."

Jessie is grinning and has moved behind me, his hands rubbing my weary shoulders. "But, John. What, where are you going?"

"I've got an invitation to spend the weekend with Sharon and Bill. I can't wait to tell them about you and Jessie. I'm sure we'll all be spending time together soon." I nodded, almost wishing we were going along. They were two of our dearest friends and often swing partners. I would give almost anything to see Sharon's face when she heard about me and Jessie. John blew me a kiss and said, "I love you two so much. Jessie, take good care of your mother."

The pure lust evident in my son's voice when he replies, "Yes, sir," has my cunt leaking cream all over again. John leaves us then and things get quite for a while. I finish eating while stealing glances at my son.

I start to speak, but Jessie puts a finger to my lips and whispers, "Shhhh." He undoes my leash and then pulls me to my feet. I squeal when he sweeps me off my feet and carries me like a bridegroom carrying his bride through the cabin. In the bathroom, he has a soapy tub of hot water waiting for me. Gently, he sets me down in it.

Words seem unnecessary as I soak my weary body in the tub while my son dotes on me. He gently washes my body from head to toe, giving me a shampoo that has me leaking cunt cream into the water. After what seems hours of luxuriating in the soapy bath, Jessie lifts me out and gently towels me off.

I am swaying from exhaustion, only my aching desires for Jessie's cock, swinging out in front of him, all hard and stiff, keeping me awake. Jessie again picks me up and takes me to the bedroom. He sits me down gently and then stretches out on his back, his long, thick dick standing proudly up.

In a suddenly soft voice, my son says, "Mom, I've been dying to eat your pussy."

I smile, my heart bursting with love and I climb up beside him, but as I straddle my son's face, I murmur something Sharon had once told me, "Girls have pussies, son. Slut's, especially sonfucking sluts, have cunts."

The last thing I remember that night is my son's tongue softly dancing over my cunt flesh, teasing my clitoris and sending me into one last wonderful orgasm as I swallow yet another thick load of his semen. When I awake, it is in my son's arms. I have never felt safer than I do at that moment.

It is a new day. It is the first day of the rest of my life. I move upwards, my nipples, sore but erect, dragging across my son's chest, as I go to kiss him. It is the first day of the rest of my life and as I reach down to discover Jessie's cock already hard, I can't wait to start living it.

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It always comes without warning and I never pick up the phone expecting it. My day is spent doing my work in my little cubicle, processing claims and compiling data and whenever the phone rings, it's with the expectation of it being either a doctor with a question about billing or administration with another request for information. When the phone begins its annoying loud chirp, I pick it up without a glance. "This is Shelly in Claims. How may I help you?"

"The cabin. Five o'clock," my son's voice whispers, no, commands before hanging up before I can say anything. Before I manage to set the phone down, I am wet. The fire between my legs is but a spark when I first hear his voice and by the time he stops speaking, I am on fire between my thighs. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, shivering as I do so. I glance at the clock. It's ten till three. Quitting time cannot get here soon enough.

The End.