The True MILF Ch. 02

Alice was on autopilot. The taste of cum in her mouth was intoxicating. She had swallowed so much - her husband hadn't cum like that since their wedding night. She let her hand trace down her breast, feeling the sticky wetness of the cum she couldn't manage to swallow. Her hand kept going down, through the trail of cum, through her pubic hair, and found her wet slit. She felt a hand on her breast - no, she wouldn't think of whose hand, not now, when it felt so sweet. Rubbing another man's cum onto her clit, while her husband sat outside in the car, waiting with bated breath. Her head slumped onto the mattress, as the pleasure radiated from her groin.

"Liz..." it was his voice that snapped Alice out of it. Her son's voice. Calling her by the name she gave him when she thought he would be an anonymous bull. Her first cock since her marriage.

She withdrew. "Darren," she murmured, refusing to use his pseudonym, still covered in his cum, "we have to -"

"Dan, my name is Dan!" the desperation was palpable in his voice. She looked at him - his cock. Fuck, where had he gotten such a cock? It was at least two inches larger than his father's, and quite a bit thicker. It looked gorgeous.

"Sweety," she said gently, "none of this is your fault, but you have to realize... I did this because you were so desperate, but it wasn't right, I'm your mother."

"And?" Darren asked. "After this summer I won't be living with you two again. Dad wants you to fuck other guys, unless you were lying about that, and we're two consenting adults. I don't see the problem."

His father. Jack. Her husband of over twenty years. Fuck. How was she going to tell him about this? The though of keeping it secret obviously flashed through her mind, but she pushed it away just as instantly. This was too big. Too many implications for them as a family. She had to find a way to tell him.

"Honey, I need a moment to think. Please don't freak out. And don't worry. Again, you haven't done anything wrong. But give me a moment to go and figure things out." She got off her knees and wen to kiss him on the forehead, but became suddenly aware of her state. Her breasts swinging in front of her. Her pussy out, wearing nothing but thigh highs. She pushed it from her mind - she was his mother, and he needed comforting. She kissed him on the forehead, and walked away, trying not to be shy about her nakedness.

When the bathroom lights turned on she couldn't help but stare at herself in the mirror. She had long, dark brown, curly hair that went past her shoulders. Some of her son's cum had matted the strands together beside her shoulder. The cum on her chest and belly had dried, but she could feel it like a second skin, crackling as she moved.

She couldn't help it - she thought back the feeling of her son's cock pulsing in her mouth. It made her incredibly horny. She needed to think clearly. She tried pushing it away, but it kept coming back. She needed to think clearly. Her son had shown some wisdom in that, actually - when you needed release there was nothing much else to do. She grabbed a towel and draped it over the corner of the granite counter. She edged up to it, and stood on her tip toes, thrusting her hips forward so her clit would grind against the soft material. She braced her hand against the wall, feeling the pressure on her clit, feeling the strong muscles of her ass squeeze with each thrust as she drove herself forward. She didn't even try not too - she remembered the feeling of that cock, that enormous, lovely cock, its ridges passing her lips. The sensation of it on her tongue. The sensation of it parting her lips. She imagined the sensation as it parted other parts of her body.

The orgasm caught her by surprise. Only a moment of build, before the waves of pleasure were wracking her, her abs clenching as she thrust haphazardly onto the counter. Once the last of the contractions had passed, and she could catch her breath, she found she was thinking a bit more clearly. But she still couldn't deny the primal want that had been awakened.

She took her phone from the purse she had left here when she first walked in. "Jack..." she typed. "We need to talk."

--

The conversation went better than it had any right to. At first, Jack had demanded details - what had she done? What happened? Were they already done? He was so turned on, he told her. She didn't know what else to do - she wrote the truth. The man whose cock they had been imagining splitting her open for two weeks, the man that she had told him was going to be a better fuck than him the night before... that man was their son.

"Did you... do anything with him?" the text sat there, plain, without tone, but also without judgment. For the moment.

She decided to call, to explain, so they could hear each other's voices. She tried to stay quiet. She didn't want Darren to worry. She explained. How sorry for him she had felt. How much desire he had. He seemed in pain. She wanted to give him release.

Had she enjoyed it? Yes. Was she wet? Yes. Did she cum? Yes. Did he want to do more? Yes. Did she want to do more?

"...he's our son!" she whispered.

"That didn't answer the question." His voice was calm, understanding. "Let's say we can deal with all of that. Do you want to do more?"

"How would we possibly deal with all that?"

"I think we can set boundaries. Tell him we're his parents. There will be times you two do this thing together, and other than that, nothing changes. We'll still support him. He'll still follow our rules, and we hope, listen to his advice. He's right - you two are consenting adults, and he's basically out of the house already. He's grown up."

Alice's head was spinning. Were they really contemplating this? They discussed. And discussed. It was taking longer than she wanted - she didn't want Darren to stress. But they had to work out the details. Make sure they weren't being crazy. Make sure Jack wasn't just being so horny he was encouraging her to make a stupid, stupid mistake.

When the logistics died down, and they had both convinced themselves there was a way this could work, she started hearing an excitement in Jack's voice.

"So... you made him cum?" there was a catch in his voice.

"Yes," she couldn't help but smile, "baby, he came so much in my mouth, and I couldn't take it all. It's still all over my tits. I... I rubbed some if it on my pussy." There was no mistaking the moan she heard on the other side of the line. "But listen, I've got to, Darren's probably freaking out. I'll... I'll text you. When we're done.

She considered washing herself down - but what was the point. She looked around for something to cover up with, and grabbed a towel, stepping back into the room.

--

At first Darren had gotten worried. Then, briefly, excited - he couldn't help it, he pulled out the phone, and looked at the pictures she had sent him. His mother, using a fake name, 'Liz,' putting her tits and pussy on display. He started touching himself, and he heard a familiar sound - his mother's moans of pleasure. He had spent all summer hearing those sounds through a wall, and recognized them instantly. He had to stop touching himself. He didn't want to cum again. Not yet.

Next, he heard her voice. Quite clearly. As the conversation developed hope, then excitement, then thrill bloomed under his chest. He got himself under the covers. At least, the lower half. He stroked himself as his mom re-entered the room. Looking at her, in that cute little towel. Making sure she noticed the movement of his hand as she entered.

"Darren, honey," she said, settling down on the bed next to him, "could you stop that for a moment? We need to talk."

"You two think walls are magic, don't you?" he asked with a wry smile.

"What -?" Alice was bewildered.

"I heard you - at least most of it - almost every word you said. It's just a thin hotel wall! So I heard half of the conversation you just had, and I think I can guess at the other half. So let me summarize: we're consenting adults. You're also my parents. If this bleeds into any other part of our life, it stops. If I bring it up as a power play, or in argument, it stops. We check in regularly to make sure it's something we both want to do. If any of the three of us are uncomfortable in any way, we say so, and it stops. Did I miss anything?"

She thought for a moment. "No," she murmured, "I think that about covers it."

He leaned in. She leaned towards him. He closed the distance, and kissed her. Brief, tentative. Then fuller. Then hungrier. He worked down her neck, undoing her towel and letting it fall to the side. She still had her lingerie on.

"The only question," he breathed as he got to her nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it, "is are we Liz and Dan, or -"

"Darren," she moaned, answering the question. It seemed now that the decision had been made, she had given to herself fully. She felt malleable, willing, eager. His hand was on her thigh, slowly inching up. He could feel the heat of her sex radiating onto him. He touched it. She was wet, her juices already having ridden up to her clit, making her whole slit slippery and soft. He felt the entrance to her hole, and eased a finger in, then two.

Her fingers were tearing at his back, and she was panting. A carnal, humongous hunger filled his chest. He needed her. Now.

The urgency took him. He pushed her back into the bed, climbed between her legs. She clutched at his cock and guided him into her. He thrust. She gasped. He held her. She moaned. He started picking up the pace, and she through her hands to the side, grasping and tearing at the sheets.

She was so loud, moaning, and called his name. He clamped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes widened, but she her pussy clamped down on him, and she started bucking her hips against him. There was no rhythm to their movements. Only need, and desperation. He felt the buildup again. He couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop.

"Where-?" he managed, lifting his hands from her mouth.

"God, in me, in me, fill me up, fill me up with your cum."

She raised her legs wide in the air, inviting him deeper, then as his breathing got ragged, clamped around him, pulling him in, in, bucking against her every thrust.

Darren came. He couldn't help it. He didn't want to help it, but he couldn't make himself last any longer. He felt her pussy grasp onto him as he twitched inside of her, her fingers clawing lines down his back.

"Fuck... mom..." he grunted, as his balls finally spent themselves, emptying into her womb. That was the best orgasm he had ever had in his life. He moved to pull out, but her legs clamped onto him, her arms grasping his back. She ran her hands through his hair.

"Oh, Darren," she murmured into his ear. "That was amazing. Thank you, thank you... fuck... thank you."

--

Alice did eventually manage to let go of her son, though she was impressed to see that his cock had barely softened as he slid it out of her. He plopped onto the bed next to her, and she reached out and intertwined her fingers into his own. She pulled his hand to her mouth and kissed it. She felt so completely full of love.

"Mom..." he said. Why did hearing that turn her on so much? "Thank you. I needed that. Oh my god. But... I don't think you came?"

Truth be told, she hadn't. The sex was too hungry, and too disorganized, for her to be able to get herself off. She told him that, but that he shouldn't worry, it was absolutely amazing still.

"Oh, I'm not worried," he said casually. "I'm just figuring out how I'm going to finish the job."