Son and Mom dominate Mom’s submissive best friend, Family taboo, incest stories, After a lengthy bath, an oral orgasm at the tongue of my son, and another orgasm as he fucked my pussy before depositing a load all over my face, we lay in my bed together as I asked, the cum still on me, wearing it like a badge of honour, “So how did you end up fucking my best friend?”
He laughed, “You’re still stuck on that?”
“More curious than stuck,” I responded bluntly.
“Am I hearing a tinge of jealousy?” He asked.
“Truth?” I asked, shifting to vulnerable.
“Always,” he smiled warmly.
“I am a bit jealous I wasn’t your first,” I admitted. Then added, “And I’ll be jealous of whomever you’re with next.”
“Well that will be you,” he smiled. “It’s a bit silly to be jealous of yourself.”
“I’m serious,” I said. “This has been amazing and easily the best sex I’ve ever had. But I know it can’t go on forever.”
“Why not?” he asked, clearly as infatuated by fucking his mother as I was fucking my son. The difference of course being the best years of his life were still ahead of him.
I laughed, “You’re cute in your naivety.”
“You’re hot with cum all over your face,” he countered.
“That was quite the load,” I laughed, touching my face to feel the wads of cum just beginning to dry.
“My barrel is always fully loaded,” he joked, stroking his somehow still hard cock.
“And I have targets you are more than welcome to use for target practise any time you want,” I replied, playing along with the metaphor.
He smiled, before saying softly, “If I would have imagined this could possibly happen I would have rejected Laurie’s advances.”
“So she seduced you?” I questioned, still super curious how my married best friend had ended up taking my son’s virginity.
“You can ask her,” he said.
“You’re not going to tell me?” I asked, annoyed.
“Nope,” he said. “A man doesn’t fuck his mom’s best friend and tell.”
“You already did,” I pointed out.
“Well, a man doesn’t fuck his mom’s best friend and share all the details,” he corrected.
“Fine,” I sighed.
“I know that means it isn’t fine,” he said. “But I’m okay with that.”
“Brat,” I said, even as I straddled him.
“So I’m told on good authority,” he shrugged.
“I’m going to make that bitch my cunt licking slut tomorrow,” I declared.
“I want to watch,” he said.
“You can join in, too,” I added, as I began bouncing on his cock.
“Awesome,” he said, as he began bucking up to meet my downward bounces.
Fifteen minutes and a few positions later and I got one last load for the night deep in my ass… I fell asleep naked and in my son’s arms, his cum leaking out of my ass.
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Next morning, I woke my son up with a morning blow job, swallowing his creamy breakfast treat.
For breakfast I made him an omelette with a side of cunt.
We showered together, where we both had our second orgasms of the morning.
I texted Laurie and invited her over for coffee at 11. She responded she would love that.
Paul, sitting beside me, texted from his own phone: I expect you in thigh highs, no bra or panties for the day as I may be stopping over to pound your tight asshole.
She texted back: I’m having coffee with your mom at 11.
As I watched over his shoulder, he replied: So?
Can I get dressed in that attire after I get back from visiting your mother?she pleaded.
He texted back: Dress like the slut you are right fucking now if you want my dick again.
She immediately gave in with an apology: Sorry! I’ll do as I’m told.
“Wow, you really have her whipped,” I approved.
“She’ll do anything for my cock,” he admitted, as he texted: Good, because I may even have a third for you today to give you that DP you want so bad.
“I can’t wait to see how she responds to that,” I said, knowing the third was me.
She texted back: I can’t wait!!
“Holy shit, I expected some sort of resistance,” I said.
He said, “She’s admitted she has a fantasy of getting DP’d, filled air tight and gangbanged.”
“Any hints she is a cunt muncher too?” I asked.
“I never thought about asking,” he said.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to find out,” I said.
“If I tell her to, she will,” he said confidently.
“Will she do anything for your cock?”
“I’ve fucked her in her bedroom while her husband was downstairs, I’ve made her walk into the house with cum all over her face and I came in her ass before she went to church and I made her go without underwear,” he revealed.
“You really are a hot mother fucker, aren’t you?”
“Guilty as charged,” he smiled. “I’ll even get her to suck my cock and take it in the ass while you’re here.”
“No way.”
“And you can watch,” he said, picking up his phone.
“How?”
“I’ll hide my phone in the bathroom and you can go to a website I set up and watch. It will be a live feed but only for you,” he explained.
“Cool,” I nodded, as I added, “I should get ready for her to come over.”
“And I’ll get ready for her to come over too,” he said playfully, reaching for my phone.
She arrived dressed in a sundress and thigh highs. I too was in a sundress and thigh highs, both of us in impractical nylons for a hot afternoon.
Both of us wearing what Paul expected us to.
Only one of us knowing the other’s secrets.
She seemed nervous. Partly because she was dressed a little too skimpily for a coffee visit and I imagine she was concerned that Paul might somehow out her.
We chatted for twenty minutes about generic nothingness like we always did before I asked, “So why the thigh high stockings?”
“Pardon?” she asked.
“I can see the tops of your stockings,” I pointed.
“Oh, um, just dressing up for when Wally gets home,” she lied.
“I see,” I nodded.
I lifted up my dress to show her I was wearing some too and said, “I guess we both think alike.”
“And who are you dressed up for?” she asked.
“My new man,” I revealed.
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