Mother offers 18-year-old son her last remaining hole
The next three weeks were a whirlwind of sex.
That first night (after my crazy threesome with my Mom and my new MILF girlfriend Miranda), after a good nap to recover, I made it to the TV station half an hour early.
Security wouldn’t believe me so I had to text Miranda, who came and pulled me inside, her tongue greeting me as soon as we cleared the door.
She entwined her fingers with mine and led me into the news studio where I was promptly introduced to her ex, Mark.
“Mark, this is my new boyfriend Curtis,” she said, her arm hooked in mine.
Mark looked at me with such disdain I was rather nervous. Ignoring me completely as a threat, he replied to Miranda, “Isn’t he a bit young for you?”
“Isn’t Brittany a little dumb for you?” she countered sharply.
“Whatever,” he said, walking away having totally dismissed me from any importance. I was inclined to return the assessment, no matter how many times I’d seen his professional charm on TV.
Miranda’s smile was big as she pulled me into her dressing room for a quick blow job. As soon as the door was closed, my fantasy jerk-off woman for all these years was on her knees, devouring my cock. Once she had swallowed my seed, she stood back up and kissed me sweetly, her tongue darting between my lips, the last remnants of my cum returned to me for recycling.
I watched the show live, which was surprisingly boring yet frantic, and once it was done Mark marched up to me for a face to face.
“How old are you, kid?” he asked, sizing me up.
“You know she’s just using you, right?”
I shrugged. “Well, if that’s true there could be worse things to be used for.”
He ignored my jibe and just went to threatening me. “I don’t want to see you around here again.”
Miranda showed up just as Mark was poking me in the chest with his finger to emphasize his point and I was doing my best to look unimpressed. Miranda joked, “Mark, you already had your chance with me. Leave my lover boy alone.”
He sarcastically agreed, “‘Boy’ is the right word.”
Miranda shot back. “Be careful about your word choices, tiny. Curtis is a real man and unlike someone I could mention he can get it up more than once. On that note Curtis, let’s see how many times you can get it up today. So far your count is four if I recall. Ready for one or two more?”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me along as I blushed like an embarrassed schoolboy. Once we were in her room she closed the door and tore off my clothes. “Curtis, I am so fucking horny. I want you in me right now.”
Like a kid in a candy shop, I grabbed at everything. I squeezed her ass, I cupped her breasts and I slid a finger inside my dream woman’s wet pussy. Each action had her moaning like a porn star and gasping like she was down to her last breath.
Once we were on her couch, I dove between her legs and sampled her heavenly taste. On first contact her moans increased and they continued as I eagerly lapped her pussy. I don’t know if I was that good or she was just that horny, maybe both, but she came hard only a couple of minutes in. As soon as she was done, she straddled my rock-hard cock (number five of the day) and bounced up and down on it. She easily devoured all eight inches and I just watched in complete awe as my most frequent stroke fantasy other than my Mother rode me. She purred, “Do you like this, Curtis?”
“Fuck yes,” I moaned.
“I love your quick recovery time, stud,” she moaned.
Acting studly, my confidence brimming, I bragged, “I can go all night.”
She smiled, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. I’ve just hit my sexual prime and I crave cock constantly.”
My balls bubbling from the reality that Miranda Collington was my girlfriend and was riding my cock with reckless abandon, I grunted, “I’m not going to last much longer on this go-around.”
I expected her to get off me, but instead she bounced faster as she begged, “Then fill my cunt with your cum, baby. I want to feel it explode inside me. Come baby, come for Miranda!”
I needed no further encouragement as I shot my load deep inside her. She didn’t miss a beat as she continued riding my cock, milking every last drop of my cum. Finally getting off me, she knelt down and kissed me passionately. One would think I’d be spent after five loads today, two in my Mom and three more in Miranda, but my cock never faltered.
We chatted for a few minutes, where I learned Mark’s wedding was to be in Las Vegas and she wanted me to accompany her for a four-day trip. I couldn’t believe my past twenty-four hours: I’d first fucked my beautiful Mom last night and I’d begun fucking a local celebrity today. Life couldn’t get better than this…could it?
One more lengthy fuck and I headed home, exhausted with my cock raw. Even at my horniest I don’t think I’d ever even stroked myself six times in one day. I crashed in my bed still dressed and fell into a deep sleep.
I was awakened the next morning by my Mother’s lips wrapped around my cock. That is easily the best way in the world to be awakened…a blow job from your Mother. Even though I’d shot six loads the day before, it didn’t take long to get me stirring. Once I was awake, Mom straddled me and her hot lava engulfed my just awakened cock and she said, “I hope Miranda didn’t wear you out, I need some quality time with my son.”
“Like you promised, she’s a minx,” I moaned as Mom bounced up and down on my cock, “but I’ll always have time for you, Mom.”
“You say the sweetest things,” she purred, squeezing her breasts together and leaning forward. I took a stiff nipple in my mouth and bit down gently.
She let out a soft moan and teased, “Don’t leave any incriminating evidence.”
I bit harder and teased back, “Is my Mommy-slut telling me what to do?”
She moaned, “Yes, I am. Now fuck me, big boy.”
Never one to refuse such a request, I began bucking my ass up, my cock pistoning inside her like a well-oiled machine. Her luscious breasts bounced in my face and her moans of pleasure increased proportionately. “Oh god baby, fuck Mommy. Your cock feels so good in Mommy!”
Her constant reference to being my Mommy only made it hotter, a constant reminder of the taboo act we both were participating in so eagerly.
“You love my cock, don’t you, Mommy?” I asked.
“I fucking do love it, son. I can’t get enough of your big stiff cock,” she moaned, as I continued to fuck her.
Getting tired from this position, I ordered, “On all fours, Mommy. I’m going to fuck you like a dog, like you’re my pet…my pet Mommy.”
“Oh God, Curtis. That is so fucking hot,” my sexy Mother replied, obeying my order and getting on all fours.
Getting behind her beautifully tight ass, I put my hands on her hips and allowed my cock to roam and tease, rubbing against her lips, but not inside her. Mom, who’s never been overly patient demanded, “Shove your cock in me, Curtis, now!”
I spanked her ass gently before sliding my cock inside my Mother’s warm cauldron. “Sooooo demanding, Mom.”
“Aaaah, fuck, yes,” she moaned the instant I filled her. “I can’t believe how good you feel inside me, son.”
“Right back atcha, Mom.”
My first load of the morning never came quickly and this time was no different. But after some serious hardcore fucking of my Mom, I felt my balls boiling and I warned, “I’m going to come soon, Mom.”
With lightning speed, my Mom turned around and devoured my cock with her perfect cock sucking lips. She furiously bobbed back and forth like the eager slut she was and I rewarded her with a very full load of cum! Dear God, that was good! Much more slowly now but swallowing every drop, she continued bobbing up and down on my cock until I asked her to stop, the sensations now making me have to pee.
When I returned from the washroom my sexy Mother was lying in my bed waiting for me. She said, strangely like an insecure teenager, “Don’t you forget about your Mother’s needs, now that you’re spending so much time with your boyhood fantasy girl.”
I corrected her. “Oh Mom, you were my first and you still are my most constant boyhood fantasy girl.”
She slapped my shoulder playfully. “I bet you say that to all the older women you fuck.”
I kissed her tenderly, with the passion of a man in love, gentle, intimate and yet still with the lust that had long accompanied my feelings for her. Breaking the kiss I said, “Mom, I love you.”
“I love you too, son,” she answered.
I stood up, suddenly hungry for breakfast and said, “Did you know the wedding is in Vegas?”
“I do now,” she quipped.
“I’m not even old enough to get into the bars and casinos,” I pointed out.
My Mother, always the witty one, quipped back, “But you are old enough to get into Miranda.”
“Touché,” I replied, still basking in my good fortune.
Mom got up and said, “Go shower; I’ll make my well-hung boy some breakfast.”
“You really are the best mother in the world,” I complimented.
Walking over to me and grabbing my semi-erect cock, she leaned over and warned it, “And don’t you forget it.” She gave me one last tug for emphasis and disappeared.
I put on hold my attempt to find out more about Ellie’s past relationship with my mother since I was focused on Miranda and the upcoming wedding, which had become a full-time job. Miranda paraded me around at work, flaunting me in front of her ex every chance she got and playing with my trombone over and over again.
A few days later I had just finished fucking Miranda in her dressing room, which had become a daily routine, when she said, “I’m going to buy our airline tickets tomorrow. You’re still good with coming?”
I replied with sexual innuendo, “I love coming with you.”
“Oh you dirty boy,” she teased.
Throwing an idea out there, I asked, “What would you think of having Mom and Ellie join us?”
She asked, pouting like a schoolgirl, “What, I’m not enough for you?”
“On the contrary! But we both care about my Mom and she clearly misses being with Ellie and needs to be pushed past the point of no return and well…what happens in Vegas…I just have a feeling we can do her some good.”
Her devious smile crossing her radiant just-fucked face, she asked, “You want to play lesbian matchmaker with your married Mom?”
“Well, that’s an interesting way to put it,” I reflected with a grin. “Nothing ventured…”
“You know that Ellie used to Domme your Mom, right?”
“Mom said if she ever gave in to Ellie again it would be impossible ever to break free again, and that’s pretty much all she said.”
“Tell you what, I love the idea. But how are we going to get Ellie to go along?”
“I already thought of that. You invite her as your ‘plus one’ and later on she’ll be pleasantly surprised to see Mom and me on the plane too.”
“Hmmm… and I assume you have a plan for while we’re up in the air?” she guessed, her hand slowly stroking my already growing cock.
“Only one: fucking. But in my head if we have a cast of four, I have a million different variants,” I admitted.
“Do you want to fuck Ellie?” Miranda asked.
“Well…” I began, knowing answering such a question was dangerous.
“It’s ok, baby,” Miranda said, “I’d love to see you fuck her. I’d also love to play with her as well.”
“That will be a pleasant surprise for Mom once she gets past her fears,” I said, as I tapped my cock on Miranda’s sweet lips.
“I’ll make the arrangements tomorrow,” she promised before taking my cock back in her mouth.
The next day, a few days since I’d first fucked my mother, she came up to me in the kitchen as I was getting ready to go meet up with Miranda. Her hand went onto my cock while Dad was in the other room watching the 5:00 news, and she pouted, “Have you forgotten about Mommy?”
My stiff cock gave its own answer as I moaned softly, “God no, Mom. As you can tell, I’m always ready to assist you in any way possible.”
She unzipped and opened the front of my pants and fished out my cock. She stroked it quickly. “Fuck, do I want this in me.” Surprising me, she lifted up her sundress to show me her hot and ready playground, then bent over the counter and whispered, “Fuck me, Curtis.”
“But Dad is right in the next room,” I protested.
“Do as your mother asks,” she ordered quietly.
Since Dad had gotten home from his trip Mom had given me a quick BJ in the bathroom while Dad was downstairs, she’d daringly rubbed my cock with her foot during supper a couple of times as well, but we hadn’t ever fucked while Dad was in the house.
“You sure?” I asked, still nervous about getting caught, even as her tight, shapely bent-over ass had me raring to go.
“Yes, fuck your Mommy, Curtis, fuck me now!” she begged, albeit in a whisper.
Obeying my Mother like a good son always should, I grabbed her hips and easily penetrated her very wet pussy.
I limited myself to slow strokes although they were deep, still pretty scared of getting caught by Dad while I was fucking Mom. Mom’s moans were quiet and controlled, unlike the loud, animated slut she was when we were alone.
We continued to fuck for three minutes or so, but then the phone rang. My Dad never answered the phone and it was here in the kitchen, anyway.
Mom cursed under her breath, “For fuck sakes,” and went to the phone, reluctantly allowing me to slip out of her. Picking up the receiver, she rolled her eyes. “Hi Mom.”
Knowing this would be a long conversation, I put my cock back in my pants and winked at Mom, whose red cheeks would have been incriminating CSI evidence of our crime. She said, “Mom, give me a second. Curtis is just leaving.”
Mom set the phone down and came over to me. She whispered in my ear, her hand firmly on my stiff cock, “Don’t forgot about Mommy while you’re out gallivanting with Miranda.”
“Of course, not Mom. You’ll always be my first choice.”
She kissed my lips, shoving her tongue in my mouth, before saying, “And don’t you ever forget it.”
I quipped, “How could I Mom, you’re my MILF slut. You’re family.”
She smiled and mocked being my authority figure, “Don’t you dare call your Mother a slut, young man… unless you’re inside me. Fuck, I wish your Dad was gone. I guess I’ll have to fuck him tonight.”
“Oh, the sacrifices,” I mocked.
“Don’t get me started,” she sighed, before asking, “Have you fucked Miranda in the ass yet?”
“No,” I admitted, even though the thought had crossed my mind when she was bent over and I was fucking her in her favorite position, the submissive doggy style.
“Have you fucked anybody in the ass, son? Ever?” she asked, still rubbing my cock through my jeans.
“Noooooooo,” I moaned.
“Well, tomorrow your Dad is heading out of town again and mine is going to be the first rosebud you ever pluck. Is that understood?”
“Yes indeed, Mom,” I agreed, very enthusiastically.
“Good, so tomorrow is mine, all day, understood?” she commanded with one final squeeze.
“Yes, Mommy,” I replied.
I watched her saunter away, flaunting her sexy wiggle. She went to the phone and resumed talking to her Mother seconds after promising her son her ass. My life was fucking amazing!
I headed out to see Miranda again.
When I arrived at the studio Mark confronted me in the parking lot. He’d clearly been waiting to intercept me. “I thought I warned you to stay away from Miranda.”
I replied, “Aren’t you getting married to someone else? I’d think such a commitment would veto any such territorialism.”
“Don’t get smart with me,” Mark threatened.
“Or what?” I asked.
“Don’t mess with me.”
I sidestepped him and resumed walking, tossing back over my shoulder, “I’m not here to mess with you. I’m here to mess with Miranda, over and over again.”
“You fucking punk,” he retorted impotently, as I walked into the studio.
Mark did seem to carry some weight around here and I wondered if he could do anything to restrict my access to the station. But I shrugged off any concerns for now and went to shoot my usual pre-show load between Miranda’s perfect cock sucking lips. As soon as I entered her dressing room she smiled and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.
I eventually told her about my encounter outside and Miranda cursed, “Fuck! He just won’t grow up! Fucking men, they don’t know what they’ve got till they lose it.”
I asked, a bit worried about the answer, “You don’t want to get back with him, do you?”
“I’d rather become celibate, and you know how much I love sex,” she replied, before her angry expression morphed into mischievous. “But two can play at that game.”
“What do you have in mind?” I asked. Her face looked scary and I was glad she knew I was on her side!
“You shall see. But you’ll have to wait for your blow job until right before air time.”
I shrugged, “Whatever suits you’re fancy.”
We talked about the Vegas trip for a while and she confirmed Ellie was coming along and Miranda planned to talk to my Mom tomorrow. Miranda smiled, “Your devious plan to get your Mom to submit herself to a Mistress while you and I spectate is almost in place.”
“Don’t forget, the plan also includes my fucking Ellie,” I added.
“That will be yours to orchestrate, although if you need my help, just tell me what to do. But don’t you go getting me jealous. I already have to share you with your Mom,” Miranda teased, falling to her knees.
She took my cock in her mouth and after a couple of deep bobs asked, “Was your car recently parked in your Mom’s garage?”
I laughed at the horrendous visual. “Yes, we fucked for a few minutes in the kitchen while Dad was in the living room. But the phone rang.”
“Oh, you poor boy. You didn’t get to come in your Mom,” she mocked, before asking, “Will I do?”
I grabbed her head and led her mouth back to my raging hard-on. “Yes, baby, you’ll more than do.”
Ten minutes later, which is as long as I could usually last in the sauna of lust that was Miranda’s mouth, I began shooting my cum.
Unlike her usual swallow-every-drop routine, she opened wide and caught my ropes of cum like they were basketballs arcing into her basket. Once I was done, she closed up, stood up and silently left the room.
Curious as hell, I pulled my pants up and followed my devious girlfriend into the studio. She went directly to Mark, who was seated at the anchor’s desk and leaned forward, her mouth open to show her mouthful of cum to her ex.
He went beet red as Miranda ostentatiously swallowed it all. I was just close enough to hear her say, “Remember when that was your pre-show routine?”
“What the fuck, Miranda?” Mark questioned.
Miranda, now openly mad, threatened for all to hear, “Leave my boyfriend the fuck alone!”
“‘Boy’ is right,” he quipped back confidently.
Miranda laughed, a knife dripping with scorn, “Don’t you dare judge him, Mr. Can’t-get-it up-for-round-two-without-a-nap.”The others in the room couldn’t help but let out quiet appreciative chuckles as Miranda turned and stalked away, leaving a red-faced Mark utterly speechless, probably for the first time in his egotistical life.
Miranda walked right up to me and shoved her tongue down my throat for all to see. I could taste myself on her tongue but was thrilled to finally receive the public affection she hadn’t given me until this very moment.
Mark glared at me and I smugly winked back at him, not a care in the world.
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