What Michael Knows Ch. 08

A slight pain was developing in her upper thighs as her son fucked her roughly. She knew the dining room table was going to leave a mark as it pressed deeply into her thighs every time he pushed his weight forward. She also didn't care. Not one fucking bit.

Jacob watched as her ass rippled with each drive forward. A few days ago, he was just a virgin obsessed with the idea of fucking his mother. But that only happened in his wildest dreams, not the very real present. As he gripped her tightly and pushed every rock-hard inch of his now dripping cock into her waiting pussy, he said a quiet "thank you" to Paula. His ex-girlfriend finding his story on his computer wasn't ideal, but it certainly worked out.

Without consciously deciding to do it, Stephanie was rocking back against her boy, matching his movement as she tried to force him deeper inside her. But seeing that pushed him to fuck her even faster, his balls continuing to slap hard against her pussy and sending electric shocks throughout her body. The smacking sounds of their bodies together should have worried the mother - gave her caution with her husband and other son also in the house. But she could only think about one thing: how to fuck Jacob's cock and how to fuck it harder.

Her pussy built up to an orgasm as one of his hands grabbed at her meaty ass. Moving her right arm in front of her, she tried to limit the sound coming from her by pressing her mouth tightly against the skin. It didn't work completely, but again, she was too far gone to the moment and was merely proud of herself for even trying.

Jacob could feel her pussy squeeze his cock deliciously and even though he was still pretty new at having sex, he could tell by the way her hips started to dance up and down frantically - along with the increasingly volume of her moans - that his mother was cumming around his cock. The knowledge of it made him smile, but the reactions of her body to her orgasm were too much for him to hold off.

"Gonna...cum..." he whispered out through clinched teeth.

Coming down from a strong orgasm, the mother's eyes shot open once she deciphered what her son said. Suddenly - and while it would be the first time during this affair, it would not be the last - the anxiety of her illicit activities returned in a hyper-specific manner. What should she do with his cum? Quickly, she did the only thing that made sense to her.

She pushed away from him, nearly throwing her son off-balance and into the floor, before turning in a flash - his cock leaving her pussy - and quickly engulfed him in her mouth. It took a matter of a couple of seconds, barely enough time for the whole thing to register on Jacob. But the transfer from pussy-to-mouth quickly prompted his cock to blow. It was the kind of dirty, slutty thing Stephanie didn't do for her husband, but would grow to love doing for her lover. Tasting her sweet juices mixed with his precum was a nice precursor to the torrent of his cum that blasted into her waiting mouth. With so much sex over the last 36 hours, the volume wasn't quite as large, but no matter. She enjoyed every bit of it.

Throughout their marriage, she never developed a taste for Nathan's cum. Occasionally, she would taste him out of the desire to give him something special for a birthday or romantic occasion. Increasingly, she would take the load in her mouth and later spit it out, cleaning her mouth with antiseptic mouthwash soon after. But with Jacob, she quickly found herself getting a rush of joy from swallowing his load.

Just minutes ago, she was trying to come up with the best way to tell her son it was over. Now, she was looking forward to the next time she could taste every ounce of his juice.

She drank a bit more Bailey's to mask the smell on her mouth as she told her son to take his ass to bed. She did the same soon after, slipping beside her husband. He stirred and murmured something before the soft snores returned. Next to her sleeping husband, the naughty wife caught herself smiling. Despite the alcohol, she hadn't washed away every bit of Jacob's taste. Her pussy rocked as she enjoyed that a little more.

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Present

Again, she was in the kitchen late at night thinking about what a slut mother she was.

But this time was different.

She was reveling in the knowledge of just how slutty of a mother she really was.

Stephanie wasn't struggling to find sleep. Rather, she was waiting for an appropriate time to indulge a second time in her new affair with Michael. It had been over 24 hours since the first time she felt his thick cock stretch her pussy before he blasted a load all over her face. The two didn't get much time alone after he returned following the game. His team lost, which made the chances they would win a spot in the regional playoffs less likely.

But his mother had a plan to make him smile. Softly, she climbed the steps to the second floor and entered the open door to her bedroom. After listening to Nathan's snoring for a few minutes and making sure Bella was fast asleep herself, she slowly seemed to skip toward the door. She had gotten quite adept at doing this. Probably not the best superhero power in the world, but leaving her husband in bed without him noticing you've left was still a unique skill.

Quietly, she moved to the doorway and grabbed the door. On the other hand of the door, she grabbed the knob and twisted it so when she closed it, it made less of a noise. Releasing the knob slowly, she moved down the hall. She was already quite aware of how wet her cunt was.

She stopped for a second to listen for any signs of life from Lyssa's room. Hearing none, she continued to Michael's room. His door was closed and she opened it without knocking. He was sleeping - shirtless - and turned away from her. She considering trying to wake him up with her mouth, but such things were easier when you weren't trying to avoid detection by being methodical and slow. Instead, she moved to the other side of the bed and shook his shoulder. Finally, after a few seconds, he opened his eyes hesitantly.

"Baby?" she whispered.

"What time is it?" he responded through a yawn.

Looking at his clock, she responded, "Nearly one."

He shook the cobwebs out and propped himself up on his elbow. "What's going on?"

She bent down to get closer, her ears listening for any other doors opening. "Well, I was wondering - if you're not too tired or busy - if you'd - and it's fine if you don't - would like to stick your big cock back into my dripping, wet pussy until I cream all over it. If it's not too much trouble." Her stammering was to keep things light, not because she worried about the answer she'd get.

His eyes widened. "Yeah?"

"Oh, fuck, yeah," she told him. "Now, to avoid the possibility of us being overheard by a siblings - because that happens as you know - let's go to the basement."

The irony wasn't lost on her son, even if his brain was still half-asleep. After all, while he knew his mother was engaging in an affair, it was overhearing her fucking Jacob in his room one night that made it abundantly clear who the affair was with. Michael threw the covers off and followed his mother as they both quietly moved down the hallway. He could feel the blood rushing to his dick as he watched his mother's ass, covered by a nightshirt, sashay from side-to-side as she walked in front of him.

After moving down the stairs, he couldn't deny it anymore and reached down to grab at her ass. She made a small yelping noise and gave him a half-dirty/half-pleased look. Following his mother's lead, they sped up to get to the door that led down the steps to the basement. A little bolder now, they moved down those steps quickly.

The basement wasn't completely finished and Stephanie swore every time she came down to do laundry, she was going to have a big yard sale and hire some contractors to turn the basement into something more usable. When Nathan and her settled on the house, they had big plans to put a guest room, a den, and maybe a game room/home gym downstairs. But kids and life had turned it into the land of forgotten toys, appliances, and home decor. The only reason she even came down the steps was to do laundry.

That is until her affair started with Jacob. The basement was often a perfect place to engage in sex when they were worried about being discovered. After all, they could easily hear any footsteps overhead and have plenty of time to get situated should her husband or another one of her children come looking for her. While Jacob and her didn't always escape to the basement for their trysts - there were only a few rooms in the house they hadn't fucked in actually - the basement became an easy go-to.

And it was why the futon was cleaner than it had any business being. She had used WD-40 to take away much of the squeaking and placed new sheets on it regularly. Being so close to the washer and dryer helped. She worried it would stand out, but outside of Christmas when the family came downstairs to uncover all of the decorations, it was rare that anyone else would adventure down the steps unless they, too, did laundry and they certainly didn't dawdle down here.

For his part, Michael couldn't remember the last time he came down the steps. It was a mess and he always made an excuse why he was too busy for it when his mother or father got a bee up their asses about cleaning it up and doing something with the sheer amount of useless shit they had down there.

He followed his mother over to the futon. Despite the basement being a bit cooler than the rest of the house, she took no time to remove her nightshirt and her panties quickly came off as well. Turning and eyeing her son with a grin, she sat down on the futon. He found himself marveling once again at her nude form and was again shocked that his plan to fuck his mother had worked so easily. Only a few weeks of trying to push the horny woman to open her legs for him were needed for it to become a reality.

The 18-year-old was about to push his boxers down when his mom reached out, curled her fingers into the waistband, and pulled him closer. Then, as if she had turned into an expert porn star, she moved forward to graze her teeth against his increasingly hard dick through the fabric. She kept her eyes glued in on him as she did it. He felt the pressure from her teeth, expertly given enough force to tantalize, but not hurt. It sent shivers down his spine.

Smiling, she started to push the underwear down. She loved this reveal - no matter if it were Nathan, Jacob, or her most recent lover, Michael. The way more-and-more of his hard cock was uncovered for her as she pushed the boxers lower made her heart flutter and her pussy moisten. And then, once the elastic band moved over the helmet, Michael's dick was freed and sprung up, smacking her in the chin. She laughed and pushed the boxers the rest of the way down - which was easier without his dick in the way. He stepped out of them and used his feet to push them to the side as she moved her head backwards a few inches to look at his cock.

She had to admit - her sons' tools just seemed like they got harder for her quicker than her husband's. He didn't need pharmaceutical help, but he also was rarely this raging hard even before things had really kicked off. Seeing Michael like this made her cunt further leak out and lubricate itself, conscious that such a well-sized dick would soon be pounding inside of her.

Moving her head closer, Stephanie extended her tongue and licked at the bottom side of the helmet, causing her son to catch his breath. A droplet of precum appeared and she couldn't help herself but to lick that up quickly. Moaning, she opened her mouth and swallowed Michael's cock for the first time - inch by inch. She almost felt a little guilty that all of her deep-throating training she learned to surprise Jacob was getting used on a different cock.

Almost guilty. But not really. He tasted too delicious to her for the guilt to be significant.

Michael had been with a number of women so getting his dick sucked was no new thing for him, but no former conquest had ever made his cock disappear from helmet-to-root so quickly and especially without warming up to it. He was astonished and immediately felt his knees weaken for a moment, but stayed strong as his mother slowly pulled back before again taking every inch into her mouth, slipping down her throat.

The mother was a little taken as Michael moved a strong hand to the back of her head. Not because she didn't enjoy having her face fucked, but because she didn't push the issue. But Michael wasn't one to ask and as her lips slid down over his veiny shaft, her son held her in place after forcing the last inch into her mouth. Fuck, she thought. Have I met my match?

His other hand gripped her head and instead of letting his mother control the action, he took over completely. His ass clinched as he force-fed his cock deep into her mouth, often holding her like that for a few seconds. Stephanie tried to breathe when she could, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

"You like that, Mom?" he hissed at her, pulling back until only the head of his penis was inside of her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, moaning and tasting more precum. Then he pushed forward once more before adding, "You like your son's cock? You like being my little whore, too?"

She wanted to tell him that she did. That she fucking loved it, in fact. She looked up at him as if her eyes could tell him to fuck her face harder before cumming deep within her waiting cunt. But she couldn't get a word out with her mouth and throat stuffed with cock.

The teenager picked up speed - unknowingly giving his mother the harder face fuck she so desired. She wanted to snake a hand down and play with her pussy, but was already struggling to keep her balance as he used her. Used, she thought. She was almost shocked with how much she loved the idea of being used. Her hands were on his legs instead of moving to her hungry cunt. Occasionally, she pushed on him when her air supply was cut off for too long. She didn't have to do that very often, though she was getting very lightheaded. And quite horny. She didn't want her son to come down her throat. Her pussy needed tending.

Michael closed his eyes and concentrated on how tight his mom's throat felt with his cock lodged deep in it. As he pushed as far as he could go once more and held there, his mom changed the game on him and licked his balls. His eyes shot open and he looked back down. If it was possible to deep throat a cock, lick his balls, and smile all at the same time, his mother was definitely doing it.

Pulling back, he whispered, "Fucking hell, Mom."

She moaned and despite wanting her cunt to be pounded, she reached her hands around to grasp her son's ass and pull him back to her. He nearly lost his balance by her sudden movement as his cock once again found the back of her throat. She had some primal need to impress the boy. Licking his balls once more, her pussy spasmed as he growled in response. She held him like that for a few moments before finally letting him go. He pulled back and completely escaped her mouth - a thick string of saliva connecting both of them before it finally broke.

Michael was almost speechless. He also was close to cumming and needed a break. But as his mom eyed him hungrily, it was clear she wasn't anxious for a break. With the futon down in its bed form, she laid back and opened her legs. Sliding a hand down, she toyed with her pussy for a moment before moving her now drenched fingers to her mouth. She made an audible moan around her fingers and closed her eyes, relishing in her own taste. She figured Michael, like Jacob, enjoyed the thought of her tasting her own juices.

She figured right.

As she opened her eyes, Michael was moving closer. She purred, "come fuck your momma," at him.

But he had other ideas. Or more, he needed more time or he would have came inside her pussy within a few strokes. When she saw his head duck between her thighs, Stephanie said, "That's okay, Michael. We don't have time. Just fuck..."

It was no use, however, as her son slid between her legs and began to lick at her juicy cunt. She kept whispering, "no," as her son's tongue slid up the folds of her pussy, pushing its way north to her engorged little clit. Partly, she told him no because of time issues. Also, because she considered a guy going down on her a very private act that she had to work up to. It was something she had to plan out the first few times. Fingering was fine, but eating her out was one of those things that spiked her insecurities. Michael, though, pushed right through her hesitation.

Only a few weeks before, she witnessed her son going down on one of his girlfriends. She envied the little minx then, but now, after some anxious few moments, she was starting to revel in her son's manipulations. Clearly, he was a good deal experienced at this and quickly had his mother squirming as his tongue slid around her clit - never directly touching the hyper-sensitive bud. Stephanie closed her eyes tightly, focusing on the pleasure her son was giving her. His tongue continued to swirl around her pussy, even going lower to slide into her waiting hole where the most rich of her pussy juices were. Her breathing was quickly becoming erratic as her son drove her crazy. As she felt a finger push its way into the canal, she couldn't help but moan loudly. Quickly, she placed a hand over her mouth, but her son never hesitated as he continued to push his mother closer and closer to orgasm.

He had never tasted a cunt so rich and yummy and Michael was no novice despite his age. She spasmed around his finger and, with a smile, he slid his middle finger into her to join his index one. She bucked on the futon and he held onto her leg with his other hand. Sliding his mouth up, he created a seal around her clit and sucked lightly, earning another bucking of his mother's hips that were wilder than the first one.

She started to let go and dirty things just escaped her mouth. "Mmmm, Michael...yes, lick your mother...make her cum...you dirty little motherfucker, make your mommyslut cum..."

Her hands moved up to grip the wooden armrests of the futon as her son slid a hand up to grab at her right breast. Her husband had ignored her tits since they had filled up with milk - more because they often hurt than out of disgust. Nevertheless, she enjoyed the feeling of her son desperately wanting to touch them and just doing it. She didn't even complain as he pinched her nipple, milk spurting through the air and back down on her like a sprinkler. He moaned into her cunt, licking and sucking faster. She looked down to see him eyeing her and then felt as he pushed her tit toward her head. At first, she was confused, but as he tried to angle the nipple toward her mouth, it became quite clear.

"Dirty little boy," she said with a smile. Bending her head, she licked at her nipple. The perversity of the whole thing - her son eating her pussy while she licked and now sucked at her nipple, tasting milk from reawakened milk ducks from having a child whose father was her other son - got to her. Releasing the fat nipple from her mouth, she told Michael that she was going to cum in his mouth. He found her clit, licking at it as his fingers slammed into her pussy over-and-over again.

"Oh, fuck! Yes!" She tried to keep her cries under control, though as her body began to shake, she couldn't be expected to keep control of anything happening anymore. She wasn't even aware of her back arching off the futon's cushion. Her son held onto her leg as he kept lapping up her juices that began to increase by the second. Her whole body seemed to explode, come back together, and explode again as tremors rocked her body from her toes to her hair. She gripped the futon's armrest hard - though she made no conscious effort to do so. Her legs went straight, painfully staying like that for several moments as the orgasm continued to wreck her body into shaking fits as her son never let up. His fingers were absolutely drenched and squishy sounds of her pussy being finger-fucked filled the basement along with her cries, moans, and spastic breathing.