Breeding My Cheating Mom's Body

I can't believe I forgot to bring it.

It was a short walk home, but the Summer heat was unbearable. The thought of walking all the way back to Donovan's house even worse.

If dad weren't on that weekend long business trip, I could have phoned Mom and asked her to drop it off. And what's up with Donovan anyway? I get he thinks my mom's hot, but he didn't have to go into all that detail...

Will made it to the front door, and let himself in.

"I hope you're ready for the fucking of a lifetime!" came a woman's voice.

A gentle breeze shut the door behind him. Will's mom, Olivia, covered in lacey lingerie, a very full glass of wine in each hand, spun around to face the door.

"Because I sure as hell know I a-"

The smug grin on her face jolted into terror.

"Will?!"

"Mom?!"

The pieces fell into place.

"Who were you expecting?!" He yelled.

"You weren't supposed to be home until Sunday! What are you doing here?!"

Olivia tried desperately to change the topic.

"I live here!"

"No excuse! Now hurry off back to Donovan's or you can forget about your birthday present!"

As Olivia hurried over to Will, he couldn't help but notice how much more his mother's breasts bounced with each step when she wasn't wearing her usual 32D bra. The lace cardigan was slightly too small for her, she'd gotten the right size to show off her thin waist, but the chest area was too tight. The edges of her cardigan pressed tight, indenting into her breasts just along her puffy nipples. They didn't make clothes in proportions for women like her, but somehow that made it hotter.

Will snapped out of it.

"Hey!", he retorted, "I know what's going on!"

"Will please, please honey you don't understand!"

A devious plot formed in Will's mind, he could blackmail his mom into getting him the best birthday present ever.

"Oh I know exactly what you're up to", a nefarious grin couldn't help but appear on Will's face.

"Sweetie just, please, don't tell your father, please!"

"What's in it for me?"

Olivia's face was plastered with panic, Will could see a billion thoughts racing through her mind as she tried to find some way out of this situation.

"Here!" Olivia yelped awkwardly, pushing one of her two hefty wine glasses into Will's hands.

"I'll let you have this glass of wine!", she tried to not sound like she was begging, "So be a good son and PLEASE let this go!"

That's it? Some wine? No no no, Will knew he could at least get the newest game console out of this.

"You'll have to do better than that, Mom. Think about what could happen, there'll be lawyers and divorce hearings and all sorts of bureaucratic things!"

Olivia trembled in her lingerie, eyes wide. A few seconds passed in silence but for Olivia's quickened, fearful breathing. Will looked down. He noticed how close they were, their bodies just an inch apart. Donovan wasn't wrong, really, Olivia was something special. From her dainty feet perched in high heels half a size too big for her, to her voluptuous thighs wrapped in lace garter, Olivia was still very much in her prime as a woman, despite being a mother of one. Will's eyes wandered further up, noting the black and red lace thong holding on for dear life around his mother's certified birth giving hips. She'd shaved. Will's eyes continued upwards. Olivia's waist came in like an arrow, pointing towards her breasts. He gulped, and she noticed. Olivia tilted her head, then slowly pressed her body closer, against Will's. Olivia noticed something else, something hard. Will felt the intensity of his mom's stare, and he worked up the courage to meet her gaze.

"You're still a virgin, aren't you?"

"Um..."

Another gulp.

"I can change that. I'll be your birthday present."

This has to be a joke, right? Donovan probably set this whole thing up, I bet he's hiding around the corner with a camera.

"Hah, yeah, okay." Will agreed, in joking disbelief as he braced himself for Donavan to jump out and laugh.

"You've got yourself a deal, kid!" Olivia stepped back, perked up and brought her glass to her lips.

With newfound determination, she threw her head back and downed the hearty glass of wine in seconds, almost as if she were showing off. A streak of red escaped her mouth as she drank, running down her chin and dripping onto her cleavage, then between each breast down her sternum. She tossed her head back down and wiped her chin, gave Will a proud, almost gloating smile and dropped to her knees.

Very funny, now hurry up with the cameras, thought Will.

He decided it would be a good idea to down his rather hefty drink too, before Donavan jumped out, then placed his glass aside. Olivia's head rested at perfect level with Will's pants zipper, she reached out with her gentle hands...

Very...

...and unleashed the beast.

...funny?

He felt the heat of his mom's breath against his cock, her mouth parted and lips a deep red, not more than an inch away. Slowly, she pulled down the rest of Will's pants, neither of them really sure whether this was really happening. Cupping her son's balls in her left hand, she held Will's shaft in her right and gave his cock a gentle, loving kiss. It'd been such a hot day, and Will had been sweating. He worried that such a strong smell of cock would be a problem, but Olivia pressed her face harder against Will's dick and took a deep breath in through her nose. Her chest visibly reddened, her face covered itself in a heavy blush and her eyelids lowered ever so slightly, as if she were in a hypnotic trance. Will's mom stuck out her tongue and guided it up along her son's balls, to base of her son's shaft, all the way up to the very tip of her son's dick. Up and down, teasingly for what must have been at least five minutes, she dragged her tongue along Will's cock. After a few minutes and some agitated sighs from Will, Olivia looked up at him, their eyes meeting, as she parted her lips and guided her son's virgin penis into her warm, wet mouth. Will looked away, flustered. Olivia pulled her head back and let Will's spit-covered penis slide out, wrapping her teeth with her lips to not hurt him, then pushed her head forward and slid it back in. Back and forth, over and over, on and on, Will's mom pressed his dick entirely down her throat, her nose burying itself into his pubic hair. Will leaned back against the door, beginning to thrust forward each time. Olivia occasionally withdrew, letting Will's cock out so she could catch some breath. She made sure to keep stroking his cock anytime it was outside her mouth, she knew to be consistent, she had experience. Olivia rarely gagged, no matter how deep Will pushed his dick into her. Not much of a gag reflex. Will placed his hands on his mom's head, handling her by her hair, taking more control. He pulled her face in as he thrust, and pushed it away when he pulled back, the tip of his dick sliding along the roof of her mouth.

With each motion, Olivia's breasts swayed within their lace confines, begging to be released from their prison. Olivia, seemingly agreeing with Will's private observation, made a noise he thought would have been a giggle if his mom's mouth weren't preoccupied with something else. Olivia let go of Will's cock and took off her cardigan, careful to keep Will's member seated firmly in her mouth, wrapped in her tongue, bobbing back and forth. Her breasts were free, and they were full. The cardigan had been holding them up, but on their own they relaxed into a much more natural, comfortable position. Olivia's nipples were puffy and pink, her areolas bigger than what Will had seen in pictures of other women. The summer heat left a veil of sweat on Olivia's boobs that occasionally glistened when the afternoon Sun caught it at the right angle. He could smell his mom's sweat, it was sweet like fruit, while his own smelled pungent and musky, almost piercing. Will kept pushing and pulling his mom's head back and forth over his cock, her tongue sliding over the full length of Will's member with each thrust. After some time, Olivia leaned back and her son's cock making a popping sound as it left her mouth, breaking the suction. She was breathing heavier now, her chest visibly rising and falling. She took her hands and cupped each of her tits, leaned in and gave her son his first tit-job. The contrast between the hardness of his cock and the softness of her breasts was like night and day. Tilting her head down, Will's mom pressed tight as she brought her breasts up, wrapping her son's penis in bliss, and back down, bringing her lips to the tip of Will's dick for a gentle kiss each time. Up and down again, rubbing his cock against both tits and her sternum with each thrust. The sweat on Olivia's breasts mixed itself with the saliva she'd left on Will's cock, keeping everything lubricated. The scent of cock mixed with the pheromones coming from Olivia, and slowly the house filled itself with the smell of sex. As Olivia's saliva ran down Will's cock and dripped off his balls onto her thighs, she kept spitting more onto her tits and his dick, making sure there was never too much friction.

The sight was getting a bit much. Will moved his one hand down onto Olivia's cheek, getting her attention. She looked up at him, still seemingly entranced. A few seconds passed as they simply stared at each other, both almost in a daze. Will couldn't think of anything to say, so Olivia took the lead. She stood up, placing her hands on Will's shoulders as she spun them around, swapping positions. Olivia was now standing with her back against the front door, with Will ahead, facing her. Olivia turned on the spot to face the door, then pressed her ass against Will's pelvis and nudged him a few steps backwards, so she could bend herself over. Will took a moment to admire just how perfectly proportioned his mom was. It stood to reason that having certified birth giving hips meant having a plump but tight ass, full but not at all too much. From behind you could still manage to see a hint of her breasts, if she raised her arms up. The ridge of her back was covered in the same sheen of sweat. It was a wonder how she stayed in shape and kept her hourglass figure, when all the other moms in the neighborhood had turned into variations of pears, apples and oranges. She did a lot of yoga, though something told Will that it must have been genetic too.

Olivia pressed herself back up against Will's cock, expectantly, no, almost desperately. Having spent the last fifteen or so minutes on her knees, licking up the precum off her son's cock, she needed some pleasure for herself. Her red and black thong was soaked, she was sure she'd have to wash it later. She'd been ready to have sex today, she'd been waiting for it, planned it. Olivia ventured a glance back at Will, eyebrows raised. After a second, Will pulled his eyes away from the soft rounded ass presenting itself to him. Olivia stared, and Will took this as his cue as he yanked his mom's thong to the right, with maybe a bit too much force as he heard some of the fabric splitting. Olivia gasped and straightened her back, but Will promptly used one hand to lift his mother's hips, bringing her pussy level with his cock, and pressed the underside of his shaft up against her vulva. Olivia tried to gasp again, but her lungs were as full of air as they could get. Will didn't have the guts to go straight in, instead just keeping his cock pressed up against her ass. He ran his hands from Olivia's shoulders, slowly, down to her hips, and started rubbing his shaft up and down against her vulva. It was soft, and smooth as silk. She'd done a thorough job of shaving herself. The flesh around her vagina puffed out, almost swollen, pink, and her vaginal lips were a deep red like her mouth. There was plenty of precum from Will to complement how wet his mother was, and all the spit helped too. Lubrication was no issue. Up and down, Will kept rubbing his cock against her vulva, his hands occasionally sliding down to her thighs and back up again.

Olivia's hand reached back to grab her son's dick, she'd had enough waiting. She leaned forward a touch, straightened Will's cock and with an abrupt motion, guided it straight into her. A strained breath escaped Olivia's mouth, as if pushed out by Will's cock entering her. She was tighter than she had any right being, and even with the Summer heat as a backdrop, he couldn't help but be surprised by how hot the inside of her pussy was. Slowly, firmly, Will pushed himself forward, planting his dick as deep as it'd go, anchoring itself, his tip no doubt reaching her cervix. Olivia wobbled, another clenched breath, then stabilized herself by placing her hands on the door in front of her. He kept himself deep in her for a second, savoring the moment. Olivia bit her lip as Will pulled back and, like a piston, began pumping himself back into her. In and out, over and over. Olivia's tits were hanging free, swaying back and forth with each thrust. Will couldn't help but compare them to a cow's udder. Will pulled back and thrusted again, and again, deeper and deeper, harder and harder as Olivia's whole body was pushed forward and away before pleadingly pressing itself back against him each time. Will's mind began to empty as the areas of higher thought in his brain gave way to more primal instincts. Thoughts about hanging out with his friends or his upcoming birthday simply fell away as he gazed at his mom's ass, at her back and at her small hands pressed up against the door. He felt himself getting warmer and warmer, and any feelings of nervousness were dissolving away. Or maybe it was the wine. Come to think of it, his mom was s a bit of a light weight when it comes to alcohol, and she'd downed a rather tall glass of wine in a rather short amount of time. Will chanced a look at her face.

"You know", Olivia said, sounding rather tipsy, "You're not an only child by choice. I've been trying to make you a sibling for years now!"

She took a second to grind Will's cock a bit deeper, as if the most important thing in the world was was to get him an inch closer to her uterus.

"And it's not me! The doctors say I'm as fertile as a field in Spring, but your Dad's just not up to the task, doesn't want anymore kids. He gave up years ago!"

Will gripped his mom's ass tighter, his fingers digging into each cheek, leaving hand shaped marks as he pushed himself deeper and deeper with each thrust.

"You know, I think I deserve another birthday present." Will spoke up.

He found himself a lot more confident than normal. Was it the wine? Or was it that he'd lost his virginity? Olivia seemed to like it, she arched her back ever so slightly in response to his assertiveness.

"I can't think", Olivia panted, "Of anything more, to give you."

Will reached one hand forward to clamp down on one of his mom's tits, his grip tight enough that Olivia gave out a yelp.

"You better think of something, or you'll be getting some very angry phone calls from Dad tomorrow."

Olivia was biting her lip harder now, almost enough to break the skin, trying her best to think of something, anything to please Will.

They both paused, Olivia dropped her head down. Will's penis sat throbbing inside his mom, her knees shaking. She had an idea.

"For your birthday", Olivia turned her head just enough to catch Will's gaze, "Let's make you a sibling."

The doorbell rang.

Olivia shot up in surprise, her vaginal walls tensing and gripping Will's cock, managing to almost pull him forward as she stood up ever so slightly. Someone was outside, just past the thin wooden door that Will had his mom's body pressed up against.

Olivia brought one finger to her mouth, "Shhhh".

Will leaned forward over his mother, his chest pressing against her back, bringing his face towards the small fish-eye lens of the door, to see who was on the other side. Some guy, he didn't recognize him. He glanced at his mom, who was wearing an expression he could only describe as a mixture of "mortified" and "in need of breeding". He thought for a second, and knew it was the man his mother was cheating on his dad with. Will stood up straight, and gripped his mom's hips, tight, anger building inside him. He still felt a sense of betrayal that his mom would threaten to break apart the family. But it was because his dad gave up on her. Olivia had been trying, but Will's Dad wasn't interested. She'd been trying to give Will a little brother or sister, she'd been trying to grow the family. Olivia let out a small pained squeal, and Will realized he was probably really hurting his mom with how hard he'd been digging his fingers into her hips.

He let up, and Olivia started rocking, ever so slowly, back and forth. Really? There's someone less than a foot in front of you, and you're still this desperate to get dicked? She gave a hard thrust backwards with her hips, and Will must have poked something important because Olivia immediately rang out in a pleasured moan. Will's hand moved almost instinctively, shooting out to grab and cover his mom's mouth, silencing the moan as it left her mouth. The man a foot away tilted his head, and brought himself up against the door's peep hole. Olivia kept grinding, pushing out more muffled moans. Will promptly tightened his grip to shut her up, and inadvertently yanked her head backwards, tilting just enough that she was now gazing back at Will. Their eyes were locked. Olivia's whole body quivered, and her eyelids lowered slightly as her mouth tried and failed to let out an even louder moan. Will could still see the man staring at the peep hole from his peripheral vision, but couldn't tell if he'd seen them. Will's eyes simply couldn't leave Olivia's, not even to confirm whether they'd been caught. Will stared into his tipsy, desperately horny mother's eyes for long seconds, her pupils dilated and her cheeks red. Olivia tried to thrust her hips back again, and this time Will didn't stop her. Slowly, gently, he reciprocated. It was a much more passionate thing, to press your dick so deep into someone so slowly, the whole time staring into each other's eyes. They had to be quiet, there was someone within arm's reach, separated by a simple piece of wood. Will's mind began to empty again, his body going on autopilot.

The man outside stepped back, took a deep breath, sighed, then stormed off. Will let go of his mom's head, and she gasped for air. The door wasn't the best place to fuck, this was evident. What if the mailman came next? Olivia stood up as Will pulled his cock out of her. She slowly turned towards Will, flustered, looking like she was about to cum just from Will seeing the state she was in. There were hand prints all over her body from where Will had taken hold of her, precum was running down her legs between her thighs, her hair was all ruffled and strands hung out over her face. Will took a look around and decided the sofa in the lounge would be adequate. He took a step forward, grabbed Olivia just behind her hips by her ass, and lifted her off her feet. One of her high heels slipped off and clattered to the floor. In a few strides, he carried her to the lounge and dumped her on her back, on the sofa. She cautiously spread her legs, just a bit at first, but then as wide as she could, pleading for more. She was obviously embarrassed, but at this point she absolutely had to have more.

Will grabbed her by her thighs and pulled her so her ass was on the edge of the sofa, where he could fuck her more conveniently. Looking up, the curtains were only drawn halfway across the lounge windows, looking out over the driveway. If someone came to the house and peered through the window, they'd still catch the mother and son in their taboo act, but he didn't care to wait anymore. Will locked eyes with Olivia, leaned over her, grabbed both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head into the sofa. It probably hurt her to have her arms at that angle, but Will didn't care. With his other hand he guided his throbbing cock back where it belonged: deep in his mother's pussy. Olivia let out another moan, as she arched her back. Will took the hand that had just guided his cock, and brought it halfway underneath Olivia's arched back, firmly grasping her waist. Like this he could easily push her around. She wasn't a big person, in fact besides her big tits and full ass, she was almost petite.