Two Weeks

"Ooooooh!!!," she squealed, "Don't you stopp.... fuck me!!"

The teen grinned through clenched teeth and slapped the already red skin of her buttocks. Then, just below her bunched-up skirt and on the side of her pulled-aside panties, his fingers dug in for grip. He then began to slam into his lover with steady thrusts. With each one, his thick plum paused just past her introitus at the beginning, drilled through inches and inches of sodden housewife pussy, and stopped only at the deep spot he had been the first to discover. On and on it went as he licked his lips and reveled in the thrill of feeling his own mother's orgasmic contractions and her desperate shrieks of relief.

"ROMANNNNN!!!! OHMYGOSSSSSHH!!!!!!"

The minivan bounced back and forth comedically and the housewife's scream pierced the empty back parking lot of the library. Roman was the one who had suggested the location; with the noise from his copulations falling on empty buildings at this time of day, it had served him well. Unfortunately, someone was watching and listening to the proceedings from the second floor window.

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FRIDAY:

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"You're sure? You have to be fucking sure!"

"I'm so sorry, Dwight. I... wouldn't have called if I weren't sure. I'd recognize your old, beige Mercury Villager anywhere, but the plates gave it away. And... I saw a red-headed woman get out of the car to finish dressing up and then drive away."

"God she brought Roman home super late - I knew something was up! What color was her dress?"

"Blue top, gray skirt?"

"Oh god."

"I'm so sorry man." Alex tried the leave out the sheer length and raucousness of the affair. Whoever was seeing to Rebecca had done so with great ardor and great endurance. And, if her wails of ecstasy to were to be believed, she was quite a fan.

Dwight wailed out loud, "Oh god! Alex! How could I have let it happen? I'm going to be sick!"

"I'm so sorry man. I never thought Rebecca would... I mean she loves you..."

"Who was the asshole with her?!! Did you see the motherfucker??!"

Roman grinned as his mother sped away from the school, her hands already massaging his lady-killer though his shorts.

"So, feeling sick, huh?" she smiled at him disbelievingly.

"Oh yeah - I've got Ebola for sure."

"Smartass," she smacked him on the arm. "I donno how I feel about you missing school for your... afterschool project. We have all weekend again, remember?" she muttered, even as she undid his shorts and boxers.

"No, we don't. Dad texted me. He told me to cancel all my weekend plans for some 'family time'."

"Wait, what?!" Rebecca was now gently stroking her son with a tight fist.

Roman sighed, shivering from the cool metal of his mother's wedding ring, "Ohhh yessss... umm... no I donno that's what he texted me."

"No he's got that business trip of his. I'm sure he wouldn't miss an opportunity to fuck that slut of his."

Roman noted his mother's mothers fury as manifested by her tightened grip and accelerated pace, both of which his penis greatly appreciated. "Ughhh... that feels good... no he said that he cancelled it."

"Fuck."

"Yeah... so anyway, that's why I called out sick."

"I see. So you're planning to make up for Saturday and Sunday?"

"Yeahh..."

"I donno... with how much you've been... planting every session, I donno if you'll be able to make up the difference."

"Just you wait and see."

"Oh yeah? I'm not gonna wear you out before your big day with Kelsey this Sunday?"

"Oh trust me, there's no fear of that."

"Wow, cocky. So I can look forward to nonstop sex for 6 or so hours before your idiot father comes home?" Rebecca asked demurely, her face hot as she imagined what her day was going to look like.

"Yep... ohh fuckk..." the teen sighed as he watched his mother's long, pink nails lovingly scratch his nutsack before returning to pamper his shaft. "I'm not gonna let you out of bed..."

Through the entirely pleasurable car ride, to when he watched his mother guide him by his cock up the stairs, her ass sashaying invitingly in the blue skirt, to her stripping buck naked and dropping to her knees in his bedroom, Roman couldn't help but stop thinking. "Man this beats second period." Now, through clouding vision, Roman stared at his mother's luscious lips, sloppily stroking up and down his pole, leaving a trace color of lipstick on his pale shaft.

After she was breathless from spoiling her baby boy, her throat ragged and her jaw sore, she looked upon newly lubricated shaft and smiled. "I've always wanted to try this..." she giggled as she dropped his now lubricated dong between her breasts and pressed. She began to move up and down, relishing the scorching heat of the slickened teen breeder as it slid within her bosom.

"Oh fuck... that feels good... dad really is an... ugghh... idiot if he hasn't let you try before...ughhh..." the teen groaned as he began thrusting his diamond-cutter through her cleavage.

Rebecca bounced eagerly, huffing with effort as she milked the lad's dong in between her mammaries, "Well duh - he's way too... small... hufff... for this..."

Roman sighed with pride as his mother confirmed another triumph over her father. As he looked forward to the afternoon of balling his mother, he wondered how many times he'd get to come in her.

Late that night, Roman replayed in his mind the unbelievable day of non-stop maternal sex. Despite his demanding physical routine for sports and sex, he was quite sore. Since he had secured hours and hours of privacy and every tussle with his mother might be his last, the teen gave it his all; for each of his ball-draining powerful orgasms, he gave his mother a multitude of screaming and spraying climaxes as he fucked her hard, deep, and nonstop. Just as the boy's mind reconstructed the image of his panting mother's stretched, swollen, pink pussy bubbling his thick white semen, Roman heard a knock on his door. His heart started to race. Maybe his mother had put his father to sleep and was hoping for a record fifth injection of baby batter for the day. Well, he had napped after their exhausting hours of copulation, and was raring to go again. Cock already throbbing, he skipped to the door and opened it. His face fell when he saw his father standing outside.

"Hey... son... sorry to bug you so late..."

"Oh... hey dad... where's mom?"

"She's sleeping - I haven't seen her this tired in a while. Not sure why."

Roman smiled proudly, very well aware of the reason. "So... what's up?"

"Hey... so... your mom... picked you up this week, right?"

"Oh. Uh... yeah... she... uh... got me a few times."

"Did you... uh... was she ever late picking you up?"

Roman paused, trying to stay calm. "Noo... not really... why do you ask?"

"I just... I... just..." Dwight couldn't help it and began blubbering.

Roman rolled his eyes, placing a sympathetic hand on the bald man's shoulders, "What's up?"

"Your mom's a whore! That's what!" Dwight whispered angrily.

Roman swallowed the urge to punch the hypocrite in the face. "What the fuck are you talking about? What are you saying?!"

"Alex... Mr Stone... he saw your mother... FORNICATING! in the library parking lot!"

"Shit."

"Shit is right! That whore sat in front of me all dinner and smiled like she had nothing to hide!"

"Ugh, enough dad. Do you know who the guy is?"

"No, I was hoping you would! I can't believe your mother would do this to me! I'm going to kill her!" Dwight roared.

Roman sighed as he realized he had no choice. "Mom knows about you and Megan."

Dwight was taken aback, "Wha-?"

"Yeah."

"Oh fuck... what is happening?? Oh fuck... wait how do you know?"

"Uh... she told me."

"And you didn't say anything?!"

"What the fuck was I supposed to say?!"

Dwight fell to his knees and began weeping, "Oh goddd! I don't believe it. I've destroyed my family!! Oh godd... what do I doooo??? I gotta... I gotta..."

Roman shook his head in the dark, disgusted by the sight before him. He smiled as a thought came to him.

"Well... maybe you should look at the bright side?"

"Wha? Bright... side?" Dwight sobbed, looking up.

"Yeah. Sounds like you're both even."

"That's true... but... your mother..."

"All she cares is about the baby. Once she's pregnant, it'll all be okay."

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SATURDAY:

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Roman woke with a start. He had been dreaming of the most delectable blowjob, and he realized that his dream had come true. He looked down to see a redhead with bed-head worshipping his morning wood.

"Mom?" the boy asked, bleary-eyed, registering 4 AM on the alarm clock.

"Hi studly..." Rebecca muttered sleepily, licking the base of his cock with her tongue. "Good morning," she smiled sweetly, before wrapping her lips around the base of the fat glans, using her tongue to massage the entire sensitive head. Her heart filled with joy as she witnessed the surprise in her boy's face melt into agonized ecstasy; when his eyes lidded and his head dropped back onto the pillow, she lovingly fondled the plum-sized testicles, telling them to wake and brew their potent crop for her.

"I thought you said no sex this weekend..." the boy grinned.

Rebecca smiled as she slapped his thigh, "Shut up. Can you deliver a performance like yesterday and not expect me to ask for an encore?"

"Do you see me complaining over here?"

The housewife playfully scowled at him, as she took a deep breath, steadied the shaft, and then dove downwards. Her gag increasingly less sensitive, she began to swallow the lad, letting the vibrations of her throat tickle his glans.

"Aw fuckk... that's good... wait... what about dad?" Roman stopped himself from saying more. Although he felt a responsibility to share the prior night's conversation, he could also never forgive himself for getting in the way of such a splendid blowjob.

She popped him out of her mouth again, this time stroking the whole length of the pole with both of her hands as she spoke, "He's out. He stayed up late and got super drunk last night. What a souse. He won't wake up for a while as long as we're quiet. You've got all morning to fuck me, stud - you just gotta do it nice and slow, so we're quiet. Also because I am incredibly, incredibly sore."

"Sorry..." the boy said sheepishly as his mother shook a bottle of lubricant.

"Are you kidding me? Never apologize after fucking like that. But, for now, none of yesterday's wild bonobo sex, okay?" She smiled sweetly as she lovingly kissed the ventral surface of his veiny shaft and then took him back into her throat.

"Ummm... okayy... actually... uggghh mommmm... fuckk..." the teen groaned, his reservations evaporating.

By the time the clock read 6 AM, Rebecca was flat on her back on the teen's bed. Her hands clutched her lower calves as they pulled her legs back almost to her face. The teen's own hands dug into the pink, sweaty flesh of the back of her thighs, pinning them down as he slowly fucked her standing on the floor. From spelunking deep in her guts, to stretching just her opening, and back to her womb took almost a whole minute. The torturously slow pace had made him able to fuck her nonstop without coming and he too was dripping with sweat from the endurance event. He was glad to have laid a towel down onto his bed - the volume of lubricant, sweat, his precum, and her cum that dripped from their obscene union had almost soaked the thick fabric.

Rebecca, meanwhile was out of her mind. Thin clumps of sweaty red hair covered her equally red face, making her look insane. She was biting a pillow, panting continuously until the boy's deep-stroke made her howl. Since his most recent one was just one stroke shy of her next climax, she couldn't help but yell.

"Ahhnn... ahhnn... mmmpphhh... mmmpph... MMMPHHH... OHH SHITT!!!"

"Shhh!!" the boy exclaimed quietly, even as his hips powered the relentless churning of her depths. He replaced the pillow she had dropped with his hand.

"MMMPHHHH!!!MMMPHHHHH!!!" she moaned piteously as the paroxysms wracked her whole pelvis.

"Sorry... fuckk... I wish he were gone... I like hearing you scream when you come around my... yessss I can feel it... ohhhh fuckkkk...."

The boy's words faded as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The pleasurable contractions of orgasm, the evidence of another victory around his cock, was nothing less than sublime. He let himself have the victory and opened the floodgates before his balls.

"Urgghhhhh I'm comingggggg.... fuckkkkk...." the boy groaned and rattled. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his glutes risked a slightly rougher deepstroke as his soul left his body, one thick white rope at a time, into his mother's womb.

Rebecca wailed into his hand, not really even caring if she were heard as the boy's more strenous pace drove her orgasm into overdrive. After nearly two minutes of intense ecstasy, he revealed her red, sweaty face and mussed hair. His ejaculatory spasms finally at bay, the teen had paused with only the cum-bubbling tip inside, allowing the noise to subside. She whimpered for more.

"Fuckk... so good... babyyyyy... I need it deep again... pleasseee"

"I know you do... but fuck mom... we're gonna evicted. I'm worried dad's gonna hear."

"Fuck him - he doesn't suspect a thing."

"Actually..."

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SUNDAY:

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Rebecca stared at the television. Her husband was commenting nonstop on the football game that was on it, but she heard none of it. Her mind was focused on only one thing and soon she heard him open the front door. Within moments, Roman appeared in the living room.

"Hey guys..." Roman asked, nominally looking at his father, but really only interested in his mother. Since his revelation of his father's knowledge of her infidelity yesterday, she had grown quiet in the same way when this had all began. Due to his father's interference, they had not seen each other all day, and he had been far too excited at the thought of plowing Kelsey's sexy little body to be too concerned with the matter. Having just done that at her house, he now returned, as did his concerns.

"Hey son," Dwight muttered, his eyes not moving from the television. The bags under his eyes belied his recent burden of knowledge, but his dead-eyed stare into the television was proof enough that the man suspected nothing of what was going on right under his nose.

"Hi baby!" To Roman's surprise, Rebecca beamed flirtatiously at him. She lifted the blanket on her lap, revealing her homey plaid button up and jeans, and patted the empty seat on the couch next to her.

Roman happily obliged, sitting down close next to her. When she gave him a motherly hug, he divined from the breasts squashing against his arm that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"How was your... date?" Rebecca asked, inhaling deeply of the musk of teenage copulation that clearly emanated from her son. Smoking had dulled Dwight's scent of smell, but she couldn't believe he could ignore the bouquet of girl-cum that clearly emanated from their son's groin.

"Oh it was good. We..." Roman looked briefly at his occupied father, surprised that his mother's hand was already stroking his member through his jeans, "uh... played some games."

"Oh yeah? What kind of games?" Rebecca asked, her breath growing heavier, as she grasped his hand and placed it on her crotch.

"Um... corn hole..." The teen was not going to miss out on some heavy petting, and he politely responded by slipping his hands into her jeans. As he felt around, he noted two key pieces of information that made him beam. She wasn't wearing any panties, and she was soaking wet. She had been waiting for him.

"Ohhhh... you've always been so goood at that..." she said, almost in a whisper.

Dwight may have missed the arousal in his wife's voice, but Roman had heard that breathless sound from her enough times the last week to know what she wanted. "Well, um... do you think you can... still help me with that... thing upstairs?"

Rebecca looked at him nervously, even as her heart raced with anticipation, "Now? I don't wanna abandon your dad - I told him I'd watch the game with him."

If Dwight registered the comment, he didn't show it.

"Looks like dad's okay with it. Shall we?"

"Oh yes we shall..."

The couple pulled the blanket aside and started walking away. Suddenly, Dwight interrupted them.

"Where are you guys going?"

"Oh... uh... mom was going to help me with my... homework..."

"Oh okay," Dwight muttered as his attention returned to his weekly escape. He felt safe and unchallenged in his domain, the walls of the house a psychic barrier to the asshole that was balling his wife.

Roman was relieved to see his father already ignoring them for the TV as his mother led him by his hand up the stairs. His heart raced with excitement at the familiar sight, as even her mom jeans couldn't hide the sashaying buttocks that he was to be clapping very soon.

"A-are you sure about this mom? Is it safe now that he's suspicious?"

Rebecca giggled, "Your father's an idiot. Look at what he's missed so far. Besides, isn't it exciting to see what we can get away with?"

"Yeah..." the teen said dizzily.

As she locked the door to his bedroom behind her, Rebecca whispered something into his ear only a select few sons ever hear.

"You make mommy's heart race, you know?"

"And Joe Wright fumbles the ball! What a missed opportunity, Dave!"

"DAMN!" shouted Dwight.

Just as his hands were smacking the couch in frustration, his wife's hand smacked their son's bucking ass. The red fingernails of her left hand dug desperately into the teen's muscular glutes, while the ones of her left scratched his soft hair lovingly. Roman's head buried in her neck, just as his other head buried deep in her womb. She moaned and cooed, trying to be as quiet as possible, as the room was already filled with the sound of the slaps of their rutting and the wet sounds of his enormous erection sluicing repeatedly into and out of her tight muff. The padding behind the headboard had really made his room a nearly hermetic paradise for a spontaneous incestuous coupling.

"Ohhh... ohhh my baby... ohh my sweetiee... ooooooh yesss deep just like tha... oh my... go... MMMMPPHHH!!!"

Rebecca screamed into her son's pectoral as her entirety of her womanhood twisted and spasmed around its invader, gushing its approbation. The steely dong continued to expertly churn the housewife's pussy through her orgasm, allowing her no rest. Wiping his sweaty brow as he fucked his partner through her orgasm, Roman looked up briefly at the stream of the game on his computer to see how much time he had left before he had to blow. Just then he saw his father's favorite quarter get sacked.

"OHHH!!! Damn that tackle's gotta hurt. Look at the way the defense just dominated! Wright fans gotta be cursing just about now."

Dave stared flabbergasted at the failed play of his team. They were a touchdown behind in the last quarter and had just lost the ball.

"FUCK ME!"

Rebecca wailed, her nails clutching her son's rippling obliques as he now fucked her as vigorously as he could without making a ruckus. The game was in its final minute and the boy was determined to seed her today; he'd even faked his orgasm with Kelsey to make sure he didn't waste a drop in a condom. Their foreheads touched, and Rebecca's eyes bored into his, signaling her impending climax and for him to empty his balls deep inside her. She soon had her wish.

"Arrugghhh... I'm coming!"

The teen groaned and grunted as his DNA cannon fired salvo after salvo into his mother's spasming womb. He threw his head back and grunted quietly through gritted teeth, just as his mother screamed into his shoulder. Just as he felt the warm, liquid result of their mutual orgasm splash onto his balls, his vision fading from the pleasure, he saw his father's favorite defender completely outmaneuvered by the opposing running back.