Breaking Free Ch. 03

Emily stared through her windshield at Eric standing by the sidewalk; the look of pain in his face mirrored her own at that moment. She could feel the knot in her stomach as she tried to wave, slowly backing the car up. For two hours the pair had held each other tight, the words swinging between passion and anger, finally settling to resignation.

"Honey, I have to go back." Emily had told her son for what felt like the twentieth time.

"I don't see why" Eric retorted. "It isn't like he wants you, and I do."

"I know baby" his mother had said, stroking his cheek. "But, for now, I am still his wife. He expects me back today."

"Fuck him" Eric spat out, startling his mother with the venom in his voice. "All he fucking wants is someone to wash his clothes, cook his meals, and keep his damn house." Her son added. "You might as well be a servant in that house mom" he choked out.

All morning they had gone back and forth, as Emily tried to explain why she felt she had to return. Then, just as she started to pull out of the apartment parking lot, Eric had rushed to her open window; shoving his head inside her car.

When his lips crushed to hers, it was like the wind was sucked out of her entire body, more passion than she had ever felt in her entire life. Then, he had stared into her eyes; as his burned with a luster she had never seen a man have before.

"I love you Emily" Eric had said. "Know this" he told her "one day, I WILL have you."

As she headed for the interstate, his words rang in her ears. "Somehow baby" she whispered to the empty car "I have no doubt you will."

For the next three weeks the pair spent more time on the phone, than alone. If Eric wasn't calling his mother, she was calling him. They spent their time talking of their days, what they were doing, and each other. Eric often asked when his mother would return. Each time, she gave the same answer. "I can't just drive down there, I need a reason or he won't go for it."

They came to learn the others' schedule as well as they knew their own. Wednesday was his mothers' laundry day, and at lunch Eric slipped into the men's room at the lab. Sitting in a stall he pressed his mothers' number.

"Hi baby" his mother answered. "Is everything all right?"

"Yeah" Eric replied. "I was just thinking about you."

"At work" his mother softly laughed "such a bad boy."

"Are you doing the laundry?" Eric asked.

"Of course, it's Wednesday" she laughed back.

"God" Eric moaned as he pushed his slacks down to his knees. "I would love to have a pair of your panties right now."

"Oh Eric" his mother moaned into the phone.

"Of course" he said softly; "I'd rather have that wet cunt of yours on my face right now, my tongue buried in you."

"OH God" his mother groaned. "What are you doing?"

This time, Eric softly chuckled. "Sitting in a bathroom; stroking a very hard cock, talking to a hot and sexy woman."

"Oh God...please" his mother moaned back. "Don't...please"

Eric quickly flipped his phone around; aiming down at his groin he snapped a picture of his throbbing hard cock. Hitting send he resumed his stroking as he brought the phone back up.

"You want that mom...shoved deep inside you." He whispered.

"Ohhhhhhhh" came back over the phone, and he knew he had her.

"I want to drive it so fucking deep you will feel it in your womb" he half growled.

"Ohhhhh yesssssssssss" his mother moaned back.

"Is the washing machine running?" he asked her.

"Yes" his mother panted back.

"Press into the corner" he told her. "Shove that wet cunt in hard"

Emily tried to resist on the other end, but the strong male voice of her son drew her. Before she could even stop herself, she stepped forward and drove her pelvis into the vibrating machine.

"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she groaned into the phone.

"Fuck me mom" her sons' voice called to her. "Fuck my cock"

"Oh God...Oh Yes" Emily moaned as she humped the washing machine.

"Your son...fucking his fat cock into your wet cunt" her son egged her on.

"My son...my lover" Emily gasped back. "Fucking me...Oh God, fuck me baby. Fuck mommy good."

Eric could hear the rising passion in his mothers' voice as he drove her on. He could feel the pressure building in his own balls.

"That's it baby" his mother cooed. "Cum in me...fill mommy."

"I'm going to cum deep inside you" Eric moaned, as the heat hit a boiling point in his swirling balls.

As Emily heard the unmistakable sounds of her sons' orgasm through the phone, the vibrating machine pressed between her thighs triggered her own release.

"Oh God" she grunted. "Give me that baby batter"

The thought of his seed, pouring deep into his mothers' womb was too much for Eric. "Oh fuck, mommmmm" he moaned. He watched as his hot cum jetted from the tip of his cock and splattered against the cool metal walls of the bathroom stall. "Fucking going to breed you" he told her.

The idea of her son's hot and potent seed inside her tipped Emily over the edge. "Unnggggghhhhhhh" she wailed. Give it to meeeeeee" she cried. "Breed your mommy you sweet mother fucker" she gasped. She could feel her own hot juices gush down her thighs.

At night Eric lay in his bed, hating the empty apartment more and more. Everything reminded him of his mother and that fantastic week together. The bed where they had slept, the couch where he had made love to her while she talked to his father on the cell phone, even the pool and the vision of her in her bathing suit.

He had even reached a point where desperation made him consider going home for a visit, just to see his mother. Only the realization his father would be there held him back. It was finally his co-worker who provided his solution, to both his problems; the apartment and his mother.

When a member of his research team took a week off to get settled in his new home, Eric began to hatch a plan. Having a home was not something he had originally considered. Yet, the idea of having a place of their own; somewhere he and his mother could have total privacy, appealed to him. Perhaps then she would consider being with him, he thought.

He watched the home listings carefully over the fourth week, and by the time their first month of separation came to an end, he had placed a bid on a home in the Berkley Heights suburb of Atlanta.

Only, it wasn't Eric calling to ask his parents to help him move that changed things, once again, unwittingly, his father opened the door.

"I'm telling you boy" his father said over the phone to him "all this fucking singing and shit she keeps doing, she's driving me nuts."

Eric knew why his mother behaved this way now. Had his father not been the blind and ignorant ass he was; he might have seen past his self-centered world that something was different with his wife. Instead, he had called his son to bitch and complain once again.

"I am telling you" his father complained "I am sick of this shit. Sometimes..." But he left the sentence unfinished.

"Look dad" Eric told his father. "I would come and see you, talk to her, but I am getting ready to move to my own place, I just can't."

"About time you got moving boy" his father told him. "Do you good to have some bills and responsibility. Cut those fucking apron strings to your mother."

Eric gritted his teeth and held his tongue, he remained silent instead.

"Know what" his father suddenly cut in. "That's not a bad damn idea boy."

"What dad?" Eric asked.

"You have shit to do, mans' work like earning a living, even if it is playing with fucking grass and trees." His father went on. "How about if I send the cow down to you; it isn't like she does shit around here, the least she can do is hang some pictures and put some damn dishes away for her mommas' boy."

Eric bit back his acid reply "That's up to her, but I could use the help" he replied.

"Fucking mommas' boy" his father growled. "I'll talk to her tonight, tell her she needs to help her little pussy boy move."

Before Eric could reply, his father had hung up the phone. "Bastard" he whispered, breaking the connection.

Later that night, he sat on his couch, listening to his mothers' soft voice.

"He said you bought a house" Emily told her son. "Why didn't you say something to me before" she said softly.

"I wanted to surprise you, give you a reason to come back." Eric told her.

"Is it nice?" his mother asked.

"It doesn't have a pool" Erick chuckled "but it's got a nice deck off the living room and a hot tub." Eric's voice dropped lower "It has a huge master bedroom so you can scream to your hearts content, every time I shove my cock into you."

"Eric" Emily gasped at her son's words. "He's sitting in the room with me."

"You mean like when you stared at your sons thick cock on your phone" he goaded her.

"Oh Jesus" his mother whispered.

"He wants your ass out by the weekend" Eric told her. "I want your ass here by Saturday afternoon, got it."

"Yes dear" Emily whispered back.

"And mom" Eric told her calmly. "Don't worry about to many extras clothes. I don't figure on you being dressed most of the time you're here."

Emily shuddered at her sons' words, the idea of him ravishing her day after day like before sent shivers through her. Sitting on the couch only feet from her husband, she could feel her juices soaking into her panties.

At first she had been reluctant when her husband had told her his intentions. Then, while he had showered after work, she had found his cell phone. Something that a month before she would never had even considered; Emily went through his calls and messages.

The frenzied texts between him and his cheap bimbo had made the decision for her. How he would have the house to himself, her whining to be with him, and his telling her to have a bag packed by Saturday evening.

The fact that he was fucking his mistress in her bed...their marriage bed, brought the taste of bile to her throat. Have your cheap hussy, she had thought. I am going home to my son.

That weekend, following her GPS, Emily wound through the quiet streets of the suburb towards her destination. She was stunned as she looked around. The homes here dwarfed the modest house she shared back in Tennessee. Her son had grown into his own she thought, outdoing the father once again.

As she pulled into the driveway of the address Eric had given her, she stared out her windshield at the large brick house. Oh my God, she thought. The manicured lawns, the arched entryways, all gave it a surreal look to her. This couldn't be the right place she thought, and then she watched as Eric stepped out to stand waiting on the small landing at the front door.

He was shirtless, and her eyes were drawn to his broad chest, the gleam of sweat on his skin. She felt that tightness in her belly as she took in his form. She stepped out of the car and popped the truck for her bag, watching as he came down the short steps to meet her.

"I'll get your bag" Eric said as he headed to the back of her car.

"Aren't you going to give me a kiss" Emily asked.

Eric stopped and stared into her eyes. "If I kiss you, I will rape you right here in the driveway."

"Oh God" Emily murmured at the raw passion in his voice. How he could want her so badly still mystified her, but that his desire was so evident was easy to see. She quietly followed as he led her back through the front door.

Emily was amazed to find most of the furniture already in place, including some things she had never seen at the apartment. Eric had been very busy getting the house ready, she realized. As he set the suitcase on the floor next to the couch, she stepped to his side.

"Now can I...mmmpppfffffff" was all she got out.

Eric had turned to face his mother, and then pulled her into his grasp, his lips slamming down onto hers. As his tongue slid into her mouth, Emily felt every nerve ending in her body erupt. He knees nearly buckling as she returned the passion in his kiss.

"Oh God...oh baby" Emily moaned, feeling moist warm kisses traveling down her neck. She tilted her hips and felt his cock press into her thigh, hard and throbbing, it pulsed between them. Four weeks had felt like an eternity, and now she was back in his arms

She felt his hands slide up between their pressed bodies, his fingers finding the front of her blouse. She gave a small shriek as Eric gripped the front of her blouse, and then literally ripped the garment open. Buttons flew across the room as her bra encased breasts came into view. She couldn't help but shudder as she watched this almost animal side of her son come to the top.

With a second jerk, she felt her bra lifted above her now swaying breasts, the soft globes of flesh coming free as the cups of her bra were shoved almost to her neck.

"Eric...baby" she gasped. "Let me get undressed" she tried to tell him. She felt her sons' hot mouth latch onto one aching nipple, sucking it in. "Oh Goddddddddd" she moaned as her head rolled back.

As her son sucked and teased her hard nipples, his mouth moving from one to the other; she felt his other hand slide under the hem of her skirt and start gliding up between her thighs. She jumped as his hand came in contact with her soaked panties, one thick finger gliding between her thighs to follow the contour of her swollen lips.

"So fucking wet" her son groaned.

"Yessssssssssss" was all she could answer, as her own passion began to match his. God, he was like an animal, taking what he wanted; and what her son wanted...was her.

"Unnnnghhhhhhhhhh" Emily groaned, as she felt the gusset of her panties pulled to the side, and that thick, wonderful finger, driven deep into her folds. Her juices gushed out around the invading digit.

Feeling like she was on some wild roller coaster ride, Emily let her son direct her body. His finger pumped deep up into her as he raised his head to stare into her eyes. She was shocked at the blaze of sheer lust written in his eyes.

"I want you" was all Eric whispered.

"I'm yours" Emily could only surrender.

The fifty year old mother suddenly felt an emptiness as her son pulled his finger free from between her thighs. Then her eyes grew as she watched him raise it slowly and lick the evident juices from it right in front of her face.

"Oh fuckkk" Emily whispered as her juices trickled down her thighs

She put up no resistance as he turned her to face the back of the couch, one hand pressing into her back as he bent her forward. She looked back over her shoulder at this man, who was about to ravage her body when she hadn't been in his house more than five minutes.

"Are you going to fuck me?" she rasped back at him. "Is my baby going to fuck his mommy?" Her eyes dropped to his waist, she was surprised to see his jeans unsnapped and gaping open. Like a thick column of flesh, his cock jutted out the opening.

She watched as Eric raised the hem of her skirt, laying the cloth along her low back; as her ass now jutted back at him. Her panties pulled to the side, exposing her soaked cunt for him.

Eric lined the engorged head with his mothers' dripping opening. "Does this answer your question" he half growled. Then in one single stroke, drove his entire length deep into her.

"Fucckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk" Emily screamed, as she felt her body split open by her son. She felt every inch ram home inside her, until the bulbous head pressed against her cervix.

"Soooooo good" she moaned as he fit perfectly into her.

"God yes" Eric grunted behind her. "Fuck, I missed you."

Emily wiggled her bottom against his pelvis. "Show me" she moaned "fuck me."

As Eric slid back until only the head rested inside, she tried to steel herself. It was to no avail as he rammed himself back into her sucking pussy. Her knees finally giving way as she hung over the back of the couch.

"Ericcccccccccccc" his mother wailed as her walls expanded around him again and again.

Every blow of his hips making the cheeks of her ass shake as his body slammed into her. Emily could feel her juices dripping down her thighs as her son literally owned her body. His cock pounding relentless into her like a man possessed.

"Oh shit...oh fuck...going to cum..." Emily babbled as her son drove into her over and over. Five minutes to get in the house, and five minutes of his cock buried in her, and she was about to explode like a volcano.

Her sons' voice was hot in her ear. "Do it" he told her. "Come all over my cock. Come on..." he rammed harder into her "CUM."

Emily's eyes rolled back as sparks ignited behind her lids. "FUCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" she screamed at the top of her lungs, the sound bouncing off the living room walls.

Eric held his mothers' hips as her entire body went rigid. He felt a gush of her hot cream erupt around his buried cock; the cascade splattering to the wood floor between her spread feet.

"Oh God yes, fuck me." Emily moaned, as the waves in her belly rolled from one to the next. Her body was a continuous flow of cunt cream and pleasure. Dimly, she realized not only was he still fucking her, but he had yet to cum himself.

"Please" she whispered "Give it to me. Give mommy all your sweet cum."

"Is that what you want" his voice filled her ear. "You want your own sons' hot potent seed deep in your womb?"

The image of that small packet of pills in her purse flashed through her mind. He wouldn't, she thought. He didn't want to...Emily's mind blanked as the most violent orgasm she could recall ripped through her.

Eric held tight as his mother thrashed beneath him, a small trickle of her own drool dripping off her lips to fall to the couch.

Ramming his hips as hard as he could, pressing against the fleshy globes of her ass, he tried to bury himself as deep inside her as he could. "Then take it...mother" he rasped in her ear.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she felt Eric's cock swell in her belly, then jerk as a scalding hot rope washed her walls. One, and then two, and then THREE thick ropes pumped inside her; flooding her cavern with what felt like a gallon of his seed.

Barely over twenty minutes in his house, and already Emily was back in heaven. All thoughts of her husband, her past were gone. Only the man who leaned his sweat covered body over hers mattered now.

Breathing heavily, Eric withdrew his softening cock form his mothers' depths. She felt a glob of their mixed cream ooze down her inner thigh as he came free.

"Welcome home mom" her son whispered in her ear.

Emily was not surprised when her son informed her he had taken a week away from work to spend with her. Nothing about him surprised her anymore. The fact he did these things only ate into her resolve about what to do when the end of the week came again, as she knew it would.

For the next two days the pair never left the house. They didn't even bother getting dressed, unless you considered a pair of boxers, and transparent panties to be dressed. Emily lost track of how many times they ravaged each other. When Eric stepped into the shower with her the next morning, she knew what would happen. Sure enough, forty-five minutes later he stepped out, as his exhausted mother leaned against the cool tiles of the wall, her sons' hot cum dripping from between her spread thighs.

That night, she had woken him with a sloppy wet blowjob. Her lips sucking his thick pole until he filled her belly with his cream. Then, he had all but thrown her on her back and pounded into her, until he deposited another hot load deep inside her.

It was Tuesday that Eric gave his mother the shock of her life. He had risen from their new queen bed, to sit in the spare bedroom he had hastily converted to an office. There, he could work some of the computer data from the lab, and still be home.

Emily finished touching up her hair in the master bathroom, then reached for her purse sitting on the bathroom counter. She dug around inside, then began checking the countertop. Where were they, she wondered. She could have sworn she had left them in her purse.