What Mom Knows Fucks Her Again

Summary: The day after Halloween son fucks his Mom and her friend.

Note 1: This is a sequel to the story What Mom Doesn't Know Will Fuck Her. Although this story can stand on its own, I highly recommend you read Part One before reading this one. But just in case:

Summary of Part 1: Eighteen-year-old Curtis attends a Halloween party in his absent Dad's costume and tricks his Mom into fucking him.

Note 2: A great big hug of gratitude goes to Estragon for his editing.

Note 3: Another 'thank you' goes to all who voted for part one and requested a sequel to a story I never intended to have a sequel. I hope you enjoy the further adventures of Curtis and his attractive Mother as they expand their horizons.

What Mom Knows Fucks Her Again

Have you ever woken up and let out a sigh as you realized the vivid, enthralling experience you remember so well was just a dream?

As I attempted to open my weary eyes, that was the exact empty feeling rolling through me. My dream had felt so real! I dreamt I had fucked my Mother last night...twice. It was the most intoxicating experience and the most alive I'd ever felt, so now, having to get up and face the real world, realizing it had only been a dream was completely devastating. Many of my fantasies have always been about fucking my ridiculously hot Mother, so such dreams weren't at all new, just how authentically real this one had felt was new. And like now, I had also woken up many times all sticky after an all-too-real dream.

But then the bed moved.

My eyes went deer-in-the-headlights big as I slowly rolled to my other side to look directly into the eyes of... of my Mother. My naked Mother! My naked Mother lying in bed next to her eighteen-year-old naked son! Me!

"Good morning, lover," she smiled and leaned in and kissed me. Not a dream this time, an unbelievably wonderful reality. My cock woke up and flexed his muscles. Time to go again? I'm ready! Breaking the kiss she reached down and grabbed my little man teasing, "It seems you're happy to see me." Totally unlike me, my Mother was relaxed and serene, easily taking in stride this scandalous awakening with all its taboo implications.

I stammered, thrilled it wasn't a dream, but at the same time nervous about what to do now, "I-I-It really h-h-happened?"

"Twice," she smiled, gently stroking my cock.

"Wow," I blurted out, sounding like a fool.

"Wow indeed," she responded and disappeared under the sheets. A second later I felt her lips wrapped around my cock. She slowly bobbed up and down, lavishing my cock with her warm saliva. I closed my eyes, still trying to process my good fortune and coming to grips with the reality that my Mother, now sober, now having had plenty of time to reconsider our incestuous tryst, was placidly sucking my cock with no regrets. The slow blowjob lasted for a few minutes as she seemed in no hurry to get me off. I was disappointed when I felt her perfect cock sucking mouth abandon its task as she returned above decks to face me.

She smiled and asked, "Is my big boy ready to fuck his Mommy?"

"Very much so," I responded suavely, or rather acting as suavely as I could, as I pushed my naked Mother onto her back and scrambled beneath the covers and between her legs.

"Oooh, I love a man who can take control," she purred.

I pulled her legs apart and buried my face in my Mom's cunt. I licked, probed and nibbled her sweet hole for a few minutes until her juices were flowing and she begged, "Please fuck me, son. Shove that big cock of yours in Mommy's cunt."

Feeling confident and sensing my Mom had an inner need for submission, I asked her, "Who's my slut?"

She didn't miss a beat, responding, "I'm your slut. Mommy is your little fuck toy."

I lifted her legs up high in the air, held them pushed together and ordered, "Then beg me to fuck you."

Her face flushed with excitement and horniness, she begged like a slut, like my slut, "Oh please son, shove that big hard cock in your Mommy. Shoot your cum deep inside your Mommy slut."

Her nasty words were too inviting to resist any longer and, still holding her ankles together, I easily slid my cock into her wet cunt.

As soon as my cock filled her pussy, she began moaning, "Oh yes son, fuck me. Fuck Mommy hard!"

Using her legs to balance, I leaned in and rammed her cunt. Deciding I wasn't making love to her this time but fucking her, I was relentless with my deep hard thrusts. I could feel my balls slap into her with each deep thrust and her moans escalated with each powerful stroke.

She got more animated as the hard pounding continued. "Oh god yes, Curtis, your cock feels so good inside Mommy," and "Yes, son, harder, fuck me harder," and "Your cock fills Mommy up so good, baby," and "Pound me baby, pound Mommy's cunt," and finally "Oh my God, yes son, you're making Mommy come, don't stop, baby, don't stop, fuuuuuuuck!!"

I wish I could say I came at the same time she did, but my morning orgasms take time. I kept hammering away at my Mother's soaking wet cunt throughout her orgasm. Once her orgasm had finished coursing through her body, I pulled out and presented her with my cock, sticky with her cum.

She asked, all demure, "Does my son want his Mother to suck his big hard cock?"

I responded smugly, "A better question is, 'Does my Mom want to suck her son's cock all coated with her cum?'"

She purred, reaching for my cock, "Hmmmmm, yummy."

After a couple of hand strokes, she took my cock back in her mouth. Unlike the sweet and slow wake-up call, this time she bobbed up and down with purpose. Watching my hot Mom suck my cock with such reckless eagerness was the hottest sight ever, and after only a few minutes I could feel my balls beginning to bubble.

Like a gentleman I warned, "I'm going to come soon, Mom."

Her left hand, gripping my ass, slithered to the crack and I was stunned when I felt her finger slide between my ass cheeks and stop at my rosebud. I was about to say something about that being a no fly zone when I felt her penetrate my ass. The violation was like an electric shock direct to my cock and I instantly felt my cum explode out of me and down my Mom's throat! She didn't slow down or remove the finger until long after every drop of my cum had been extracted by her perfect cock sucking mouth. At the same time, she pulled her finger out of my ass and took my cock out of her mouth, leaving me feeling empty but sated.

We both collapsed back onto my parents' bed. We both allowed silence to linger as we silently processed last night's and this morning's debauchery. We both knew we had changed everything!

Finally, I broke the silence by attempting to see where this could go after we got up today. "So, you and Miranda Collington?"

Her eyes went wide as she asked, "What do you know about her?"

"You're her Mistress. You pretty much offered her to me last night," I reminded her.

"Oh," she sighed, "I vaguely remember that now."

Pushing the envelope, I asked, "So is she the only one you play with?"

"Yes," she replied, before adding as if it explained something, "she's impossible to resist."

"I imagine," I joked, before stirring the pot some more, "And what about Ellie?"

"What about her?" my Mother asked defensively, rolling onto her side to give me a worried look.

"Well last night, when she thought I was Dad she gave me crap saying, 'Fuck Ted, I was that close to seducing your wife and you had to step in and ruin it!' The words kind of burned themselves into your innocent impressionable son's brain; I may be scarred for life!"

My Mother smiled as she said, "Poor baby, once we get our strength back would you like your Mommy to fuck you and make it all better?"

"Yes please Mommy; and while you're at it I have a skinned knee that could use some attention," I playfully joked.

We both kissed each other affectionately, chuckling, before Mom addressed the other subject, "Ellie said that, did she?"

"Yes, she made it sound like you two used to be lovers," I explained, "which, by the way, I've long suspected, and now that we're sharing all our secrets..." trying to get more out of her.

My Mom gave a cautious laugh. "Curtis, Ellie's and my history is very complicated."

Taking a major risk, but a calculated one based on my assumptions, I decided to take over. For starters I moved my hand down to her cunt and requested, "Tell me, Mommy."

She let out a sigh-moan and replied, "No, I can't."

My finger slid inside her cunt as I explained with a no-nonsense attitude, "I wasn't asking you to tell me Mom, I was telling you to."

Her face went red, and I knew I was right. She was submissive. She was my submissive. Mom weakly tried to resist the power shift with, "Curtis, please don't."

"Don't what, Mommy?" I asked, fingering her pussy slowly.

"Don't make me be your slut," she whimpered.

"You don't want to be my slut?" I enquired, my finger stopping deep inside her wet box.

Her breathing was getting heavier and she pleaded, "Curtis, I can't go there again. I've resisted for so long!"

Suddenly confused, I asked, very curious, "Resisted what for so long?"

"Being a slut," she moaned even as slut-like, she moved her ass back and forth trying to fuck herself with my finger.

"But you fuck Miranda," I pointed out.

"Yes, but I'm the one in charge in our relationship. She's my slut," my Mom explained.

I snatched my finger out.

Mom pleaded urgently, "Curtis, please don't stop, put it back in."

I put my sticky finger to her lips. "Shhhhhh, Mother. I think I figured this out. You were Ellie's slut in college, but once you met Dad you broke away from your submissive lifestyle and attempted to be a good, faithful, heterosexual wife happily ever after. I even bet Dad isn't dominant in the bedroom and before I showed up last night and distracted you with my big dick, you were weakening to Ellie's sexual advances, weren't you? Another thing burned into my impressionable young brain from last night is one of the first things you said to me last night when you still thought I was Dad was, 'You are soooooo lucky you showed up when you did; Ellie has me so fucking horny!' So Dad knows, right?"

"Yes," my Mom replied, flustered and frustrated, "Are you happy? I was Ellie's 'Personal Pleasure Pet', her words, all four years of college. But once I met your dad, I quit cold turkey until a crazy weekend in Vegas with Miranda last year."

I returned my hand to my Mom's wanton pussy and slid two fingers rather easily inside her drenched cunt. "So do you want to be Ellie's pleasure pet again?"

"No," my Mom answered. "Hell no."

"Why not?" I asked, beginning to pump her pussy with my fingers.

"Because although we stayed great friends after we quit our Mistress/slave relationship, she'd always warned me that when I came back to her, which she was confident I would some day, she would own me completely."

"What does such a declaration even mean?" I asked.

"Unlimited! I never submitted to find out what that meant in practice, but even back in college she was a very demanding lover," my Mother answered. Her soft smile implied she was reminiscing about a different time that she'd loved and still missed.

"Is she strictly a lesbian?" I asked, reflecting on the fact that I'd never seen her with a man, which is incredibly hard to believe for someone as hot and big-breasted as Ellie.

Mom, catching my real question, teased, all baby talk, "Does my wuvving sonsy wunsy want to fuck my best friendsy wendsy?"

"Well, in a perfect world I would watch you two in some hot lesbian action and then I'd join in."

"All men are the same," she joshed, shoving me playfully.

"So is she a dyke?"

"Not completely, but I've never seen her get what you could call excited about any man. She just fucks them and leaves them. Actually she treats sex with men like a chauvinistic man would treat women," my Mother concluded.

"Would she fuck me?" I asked bluntly.

My Mom considered this before responding cautiously, "Probably, but there would be strings attached."

"Strings?" I asked.

"Yep, she must always be in control. That's one of the reasons she doesn't keep any men for long; she burns them out."

"What would Ellie say if she knew what we did?" I asked, "or rather what we're doing?" trying to understand their relationship better.

"I don't know. But I'm sure she'd try to use it in some way to lure me back into her web of submission," she worried, her eyes showing a trepidation I seldom saw in her confident persona. It made me very curious to know lots of further details about what kind of relationship the two of them used to have.

Seeing my Mom's trepidation, I decided to let it go for now, even though I'd already decided to go and visit with Ellie at school later on today.

Instead, I decided to focus on the relationship Mom had owned up about this morning far more willingly. "So you and Miranda, hey?"

Her face went red as she explained, "Well, I missed a woman's touch, but knew going back to Ellie was way too dangerous for my marriage, so when a drunken Miranda hit on me three years ago at Gloria's Halloween party, I gave in to the long burning temptation, although not that night. We had some long talks, arranged to meet each other in Vegas with both of us dressed up to tease, and after quite a few cocktails and lots of flirting... one thing led to another and we hadn't even made it up to our room before she was between my legs in the elevator! She's a nymphomaniac and extremely submissive. Luckily, Ellie doesn't know about our secret trysts."

"And you think she'll fuck me?" I asked. "That would be amazing!"

"She will devour you whole, dear boy. She will literally fuck you to exhaustion," Mom promised. "And if you compliment her legs she'll be yours forever."

"Can you set it up?" I asked.

"Anything for my new fuck toy," she smiled, getting out of bed. "But I need to get ready for work."

I watched her disappear into her bathroom; I lay in my parents' bed, a variety of nasty upcoming fuck sessions scrolling through my head like trailers for porn movies.

*****

I was just arriving at Ellie's high school, my Alma Mater, when I received a text.

It was from Mom: Meet me at 847 Wisconsin Drive NOW!!!

I texted back: Why?

Mom's response: Miranda's house.

Although I was dying to talk to Ellie, it would have to wait. I adjusted the erect cock that had appeared awkwardly in my pants and started the longest twenty-minute drive of my life. My mind spun and spun with the upcoming possibility that I might get to fuck Miranda Collington, the pantyhose-wearing dream girl of so many of my stroke sessions!

I arrived at the house and Mom's car was in the driveway. I parked and tried to tone down my anxiety. I took a few deep breaths and walked up to the door. It was opened a moment later by Miranda herself dressed in a black skirt, matching pantyhose and a blue blouse. She looked like she was ready to deliver her weather report tonight.

Her radiant smile greeted me. "Come on in Curtis, I've heard a lot about you."

I walked in, still really nervous, and followed her into her living room. Mom was there and greeted me. "Hi, Curtis."

Unsure what Mom had in mind, or what she may have told Miranda, I played it casual. "Hi, Mom."

Miranda sat on the couch and I sat on a lone chair as Mom explained, "I was just telling Miranda here that you're her biggest fan."

I blushed.

Miranda patted an open spot on the couch invitingly and asked, "Is that so?"

I glanced at Mom who gave an affirmative nod, so nervously, like a virgin approaching a prostitute, I walked over to the couch.

As I sat down in the designated hot seat Miranda's hand went instantly to my leg, her voice dripping with seduction, "So tell Miranda, what do you like most about me?"

Her hand ever-so-slowly moving up my leg was a major distraction as I stammered, "Um-I-I-I grew up obsessed with your legs. I have a nylon fetish and you were one of the only women on the planet that always wore them."

"Ah-um," my Mom pointed out.

I smiled, "Well, other than my hot Mom, who is probably to blame for my fetish."

"So you want to touch my nylons?" Miranda asked.

I nodded my head like some lovelorn boy.

She took my wrist and placed my hand on her knee.

"And your Mother was telling me about your little charade last night, Mr. Beast." she began. "But don't just park there stud, roam."

My confidence, despite the surreal situation, began to grow and I slowly moved my hand up her leg, my fingers tracing around on her sexy nylon-slick thigh.

Her hand wasn't roaming, it was hovering... until it landed directly on my erection. "Hmmm, nice! Alexis wasn't exaggerating."

I let out an incontrollable moan. Wanting to replicate her aggressiveness and sensing nothing but encouragement from her, I reached her pantyhose-covered crotch and cautiously cupped her pussy.

She apologised! "Sorry, if I'd known I'd be entertaining guests, I would have worn stockings...for easier access."

I let out another aroused moan. I looked at Mom, who was smiling perversely, enjoying the torment of my uncertainty but also my progress.

There was a moment of silence as we each had our hands on the other's private parts through clothing.

The silence was broken when Miranda said, "So, young stud, your mom also told me that you really want to fuck me."

I let out a shocked moan.

"Is that true, Curtis?" she asked, giving my cock a squeeze, as she leaned over and bit my ear.

Weakly, I replied, "Yes, ma'am."

"Ma'am? Ma'am is for old people. Am I old?" she asked, pouting.

I stammered, attempting to rectify any insult, "No, sorry, you're one hot bitch."

She burst out laughing, "From one extreme to another!"

I apologized again, seeing my fantasy come true beginning to fall apart. "Sorry, I...."

Thankfully Miranda herself rescued me as I was shut up by her lips pressing against mine as she kissed me long and hard! I closed my eyes, losing myself in her. I felt hands unbuttoning my jeans. Once my cock was released from its cocoon, it sprang to life and while I was still kissing Miranda, I was surprised to feel a mouth wrap around it. I opened my eyes to see my Mother sucking my cock in front of TV personality Miranda Collington!

Miranda broke the kiss and watched the incestuous act with fascination. "I never would have believed it," she acknowledged in wonder, standing up.

I watched her unzip her skirt, mesmerized. She allowed it to drift down her legs, showcasing her perfect legs in black pantyhose. Holding my gaze with hers, although mine kept flickering downward, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse as my Mother just as slowly sucked my cock.

The two working together had me in fits: a striptease by my fantasy older woman while my other fantasy woman, Mom, sucked my cock. It was completely enthralling!

Soon Miranda was only in pantyhose and a bra. I noticed she wasn't wearing panties.

Noticing me noticing she smiled. "I haven't worn panties since I was a teenager."

She slowly sauntered over to me, leaned her chest close to my face and asked, her hands cupping her bra, "Can you help me with this?"

I reached behind her back and fumbled with her bra strap. After a few seconds of frustration, it popped open and her perky breasts were revealed to me. Instinctively, I leaned forward and took a large, erect nipple into my mouth.

Her pantyhose-covered leg touching mine, her breast in my mouth and my Mom's slow but superb cock sucking were too much and I unexpectedly shot a load of cum down my Mother's throat.