A Free Use Mom Ch. 01

"Good god Sarah," I whispered, "Again with that fucking book!"

She ignored me however and walked out, closing the door behind her. Realizing I couldn't -- and didn't want to -- stop her, I laid back down and closed my eyes. Naturally, I was too wound up to fall back asleep and so I was basically waiting for her to return.

It seemed like forever, although it was only about ten minutes. When she stumbled back in, still stark naked and fresh spunk dripping from her freshly fucked twat, I simply gawked at her. I still couldn't believe she was letting Eric fuck her. The lucky bastard!

After she'd let me have a good look at her, she grinned down at my morning erection. For a moment, I thought that she was going to offer me sloppy seconds... but no such luck. Sarah just walked into the kitchen, leaving me to fend for myself.

I started tugging my dick, while I weighed my options for a few minutes. I didn't just want to jack off by myself again, so I took off my jeans -- which I had slept in -- and tiptoed into the kitchen as well, my huge cock leading the way. When Sarah noticed me coming in, she grinned down at the sight of my throbbing erection.

"Want a handjob?" she surprised me, as she put down whatever she was holding.

"Yes please," I replied, now stepping out of my boxers. She smirked, got down on her knees and slowly started stroking my huge dong.

She didn't say another word and just looked up into my eyes, as she stroked my cock, in a steady, almost clinical pace. She didn't put it in her mouth, didn't caress my balls or touch me anywhere else for the next four minutes.

"Oh fuck," I moaned. Despite it being detached and uninspired, her stroking eventually did have the desired result. Sarah casually pointed my dick down at the floor and made sure none of my sperm ended up anywhere on her body.

When I was done, she let go of my now shrunken dick and condescendingly patted my left knee to let me know that we were done. She got up and walked into the kitchen, where she promptly washed her hands -- not giving me another look.

Then, she started making coffee. I stumbled back into the living room and slumped down on the couch to process everything that had happened. A few minutes later, Eric came down and walked into the living room, wearing nothing but his pajama shorts -- in which his half-hard dick was clearly visible, by the way.

"Uh hi dad," he said, surprised to see me sitting there, naked from the waist down.

"Hi," I replied, putting my right hand on my dick to cover it up. We just looked at one another for several long, awkward seconds.

Before either one of us could think of something clever to say, Sarah came out of the kitchen, still butt naked.

"Hi baby," she said cheerfully.

"Hi mom," Eric grinned, glancing her up and down, a big smile on his face.

"You horny?" she asked, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel.

"Uh..." he hesitated for a moment, glancing over at me, "Yeah."

"You wanna fuck me?" she blurted out, throwing the kitchen towel on the nearest piece of furniture, which happened to be the dining room table, and walked towards him.

"Shit," he sighed, almost inaudibly, stumped that she was coming onto him, right in front of me. His cock, meanwhile, had grown so big that it actually started pushing the waistband of his pajama shorts away from his skin.

"Keep an eye on breakfast for me, will ya?" Sarah chuckled, mocking me, as we all realized that there was absolutely nothing for me to do. As she passed by a flabbergasted Eric on her way towards the hallway, she gently touched his ridiculously fat cock through his shorts -- making him quiver with lust.

Eric rushed after her and the two of them dashed up the stairs. A few seconds later, I heard his bedroom door close. I wrapped my hand around my soft dick and started tugging it as I listened intently to the two of them moaning and grunting.

Unsurprisingly, it didn't take long for Eric to cum -- pretty hard too, judging from how hard he was howling and screaming. Once he'd cum, I guess there was no point in Sarah sticking around -- as she promptly left his room and came prancing down the stairs.

"He needs a few minutes," she grinned casually, as she passed me by on her way back to the kitchen, where she started whipping some eggs. Stumped, I just sat there -- still tugging my dick -- for about four minutes, trying to figure out my next course of action.

"That ought to do it," Sarah said, glancing at her watch, as she marched out of the kitchen. She walked past me once again and headed back up the stairs, returning to Eric's room. Mere seconds later, the fucking sounds started up again. And because she'd left the door open this time -- most likely intentional -- they were a lot clearer and louder than before.

Delirious with envious lust, I snuck into the hallway, so I could hear them even better, while furiously pumping my dick.

I could hear Sarah groaning, "Oh yeah, fuck mommy honey... fuck me... that's it... fuck me... harder... oh yeah... are you cumming? Yeah, that's it... pump it all into me... oooooh yeah."

She probably knew I was listening and was therefore laying it on a little thick, but that didn't stop me from shooting another massive load of gooey cum, all over the hallway floor. It was such a powerful climax that I was trembling on my legs for quite a few minutes afterwards.

I was still leaning against the nearest wall, catching my breath, when Sarah came walking down the stairs, still naked -- with Eric's cum all over her face. She chuckled when she saw me standing there with a flaccid, leaking cock, taking great pleasure in the fact that I had wasted my cum on the hallway floor.

She ostentatiously tiptoed around my cum, making it crystal clear that she wanted absolutely no contact with it, while Eric's disgusting goo was running down her cheeks. As she walked back into the kitchen, I used some toilet paper from the nearby toilet to clean up my load and then slumped back onto the couch again.

I started watching TV, although I wasn't the least bit focused. I was just staring idly at the screen, while my mind was racing with dozens of questions and doubts. Especially the fact that she apparently didn't mind walking around the house with Eric's cum on her slut face, bothered me greatly.

I didn't quite know how to approach her or what to say or do next, so I just sat there, contemplating my predicament and feeling sorry for myself. About ten minutes later, Eric suddenly barged in, stark naked and sporting another massive boner.

He ignored me and just continued onwards into the kitchen, slowly pumping his fat cock. After a bit of whispering, I started hearing fast rubbing sounds. I didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. Barely a minute and a half later, the rubbing stopped and Eric let out a deep, passionate grunt.

About ten seconds later, he walked back out the same way he came -- now with a spent, flaccid dick. I foolishly assumed Sarah had 'simply' swallowed his load or had taken it on an insignificant part of her body somewhere. Imagine my surprise when she came swaggering out of the kitchen with her face completely covered with another load of sperm.

"Jeez Sarah," I whispered, "You're just letting him cum in your face whenever he wants now?"

"Well," she chuckled as she sat down next to me on the couch, "I wouldn't be much of a free use whore if I didn't, now would I?"

My cock flexed when I heard her say that. She had a point.

"Why don't you get on your knees?" she whispered softly, not the least bit uncomfortable with how she looked apparently. I was too baffled and way too horny to disobey her, so I started pumping my dick while I sank to my knees.

She grinned as she watched me staring up at her face.

"Does it bother you?" she asked, "Eric's sperm in my face?"

I nodded, pumping my hard cock furiously.

"A lot?" she asked, suppressing a grin.

"You... you hate facials," I stammered, exaggerating greatly. It wasn't as if I had never cum in her face before -- or that she didn't enjoy the humiliation -- it was just that that sort of thing was usually reserved for very special occasions. Not so much for Eric, apparently...

"I do," she replied, playing along, "I really do... from you!"

That's when I arched my back and shot my load across the living room floor.

"Yeah, that's it," she chuckled, mocking me, "All over the floor, you silly twat!"

That comment made me convulse even harder. She grinned and softly caressed my hair as I continued emptying my balls.

When we were done, she simply returned to the kitchen and went to finish her famous bacon and eggs breakfast paninis. She didn't bother with putting her clothes back on, nor with cleaning Eric's spunk of her slut face, so our time together at the breakfast table was quite different than usual.

Eric cupped her tits and touched her clit a few times -- probably just to spite me, and not because he was horny. He had had his fun -- three times -- and wasn't looking for any more action. So, aside for the twenty minutes we spent eating together, we didn't see Eric for the rest of the morning, or afternoon.

After clearing the table, Sarah joined me on the couch to watch TV -- she still wasn't wearing any clothes. We cuddled and kissed, and she let me cup her tits and play with her clit for a bit, but I was quickly turned down whenever I tried to initiate something more.

She however, was apparently allowed to stroke and suck my cock whenever it suited her, without ever having to make me cum. She did that about a dozen times over the course of the next four hours -- playing with my dick until it was maddeningly big and hard, and then letting me go flaccid again.

Around 3pm, after we were done binge-watching our favorite tv-show, she straddled me and passionately dry humped me for nearly ten minutes. When I was finally about cum, she quickly dismounted me and rushed out, giggling cruelly. Realizing I wasn't going to get any relief from her anywhere in the foreseeable future, I promptly got on my knees and jacked off right then and there, pathetically spurting my pent-up load all over the living room floor.

Afterwards, I headed upstairs to take a quick shower. Unfortunately, Sarah had already claimed the bathroom by locking herself inside. With very few options remaining, I put on some sweat pants and a hoodie and went for one of my runs.

When I returned, a little under an hour later, I headed straight for the bathroom to finally take that shower. When I was done, I walked out and passed by Eric's room. The door was open, but there was no sign of him -- or Sarah for that matter.

After getting dressed, I nervously headed down, wondering what they were up to. I found them sitting at the dinner table. Contrary to our usual seats, Sarah was sitting next to Eric, both of them looking in my direction.

Even from five meters away, it was obvious that my wife was stroking our son's massive erection. As I approached them, Eric started fidgeting in his seat, clearly nervous of performing right in front of me. Sarah however, was clearly less concerned.

"It's okay hon... just think of him as a cuckold," she whispered in his ear, loud enough for me to hear. Well, if my dick hadn't been hard already, it sure as hell would have been now. Still a bit apprehensive, Eric let her continue jacking him off as he stared at me while I was walking up to the table.

As I stared down at my wife's hand rubbing his fat cock up and down, I asked, trying to act as normal as possible, "Hey guys, what's up?"

"Nothing much, just giving your son a handjob, right here at the dinner table!" she stated, openly testing me.

Eric moaned as he stared down at his massive, purple cock getting pumped. As I grabbed my own dong and gave it a gentle, first squeeze, Sarah slowly bent her head down and engulfed our son's dick with her slut mouth -- sucking it enthusiastically.

A bit shocked, but realizing I couldn't stop this anymore -- and that's assuming I even wanted to -- I just sat there. After about a minute, Sarah poked her head back up and wiped her mouth with the back of her right hand.

"Had a good run?" she asked casually, as she resumed rubbing Eric's dick.

"Uh yeah," I stammered, "I went..."

"That's nice," she interrupted me, contemptuously, "Look, Ben... Eric and I have been talking and we feel that we're ready for the next phase of Keisha's book."

"There's... there's a next phase?"

"Of course there is, you little twat," she chuckled, openly degrading me, as she reached for the book and opened it with her free hand, at the position of her bookmark.

"Let's see," she whispered, reading from the page before her, checking off some sort of twisted list, "I've sucked him off and swallowed his cum, I've fucked him and taken his cum in my bare cunt... we've established a new dominance in the household... and last but not least, I've taken a facial... and a disgusting one at that!"

"So, what exactly comes next in that stupid book of yours?" I asked, not completely sure I wanted to know -- but wanting to appear confident enough to ask questions.

She glanced over at Eric and grinned, pausing for dramatic effect.

"Sleeping arrangements," she said, turning the page -- starting a new chapter in the damned book.

"Huh?" I whispered, confused.

"As I am now, for all intents and purposes, Eric's free use whore, it's a little inappropriate for you and me to share a bed any longer."

"Share a... are you kidding me?" I blurted out.

"Afraid not," she replied as she took her hand off Eric's massive cock and slowly lifted her ass off her seat. Then, as she looked me straight in the eye, she moved her ass over to our son's lap and slowly pushed herself down on his fat cock.

"I can't sleep next to you anymore?" I asked, shocked. I couldn't believe that she was mounting him right in front of me.

"Can you imagine how awkward [moan] it would be for Eric to come into our room and have his [grunt] way with me, when you're there [moan] too," she gasped as his huge tip slipped into her twat.

"I am not switching rooms with Eric!" I said, trying to sound strict and resolute.

"Oh, you're not [moan] switching rooms. Eric still [moan] needs his own room. He needs a place [grunt] to unwind, where he can get [moan] some privacy," she whispered.

"Then... what?" I inquired carefully, my right hand slowly pumping my own fat dick.

"Guest room," Sarah shrieked as she slammed her ass down, forcing Eric's fat cock all the way in her pussy.

"The guest room?" I gasped, shocked, "You can't be serious!"

"Oh [moan] but [moan] I am," she groaned as she sat up, leaning her back against our son's chest and grinding her raunchy twat onto his cock, fucking him slowly, but ever so deep.

"But... there's no bed," I pointed out.

"I know," she gasped excitedly, fighting a wide grin, as she started fucking Eric even faster, having to bite her lip -- as she was probably picturing me in there.

"You'd have me sleep on the floor?" I asked, jacking off.

"Oh yeah, come on [moan]... whine about it," she grunted, putting one hand on the table for support, while she groped her big tits with the other.

I gawked at her in disbelief. I couldn't believe how mean and nasty she was being. And although she never looked at my cock, she must have realized how fucking horny I was.

"It's making you hard [moan] just thinking about it [moan] isn't it?" she grunted.

Embarrassed, I didn't say a word and just nodded my head as I pumped my mammoth cock, realizing I wasn't going to last much longer.

"Keisha [moan] was right about you," she chuckled, "You're such a [moan] fucking loser!"

"Whe... when is... is this happening?" I stammered, ignoring her spiteful insult.

"Right [moan] after Eric is done with his whore," she grinned, fucking him like a pro.

"What? Today?" I reacted, shocked.

"Yesss," she hissed, really excited, "I can't wait to kick you out!'

Then, while she kept slamming her pussy up and down his big dick, she turned her head towards Eric and grunted, "And then, you [moan] can come and fuck mommy like [moan] the bitch she is, whenever you [moan] want... even in the [moan] middle of the night!'

Eric gasped, shocked by Sarah's foul mouth and started shuddering. Recognizing the onset of his climax, she quickly dismounted him and dropped to her knees, under the table. A few moments later, Eric hung his head back and closed his eyes, moaning and panting.

That was it for me. I couldn't hold back any longer. I moaned and violently convulsed in my seat, shooting my gooey load onto the floor. Neither of them even bothered to look up. They just didn't give a flying fuck -- about me, my orgasm, or my sperm.

Meanwhile, Sarah tirelessly kept bobbing her head up and down his throbbing cock. I just watched as Eric enjoyed my wife's amazing cock sucking skills. And even though I had just cum -- quite spectacularly, I might add -- I couldn't help but be envious of him.

He was probably getting one of the best blowjobs of his young life, after having been balls deep in her warm, loving twat. And judging from how things were progressing with this wretched book, he would soon have exclusive rights on her. Not just on her cunt and mouth, but also on the rest of her -- her hands, tits...

After finishing him off and swallowing all of his spunk, Sarah continued sucking and licking his cock and balls for the longest time. As I gawked at the scene, I couldn't help but wonder -- or fear -- how much worse things were going to get...