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A grin appeared on her gorgeous face.

He wouldn't last much longer. The entire scenario was too overwhelming. Everything from Mom's clothes still being partially on, to her being bent over the bathroom sink, to watching her every reaction in the mirror, to controlling her neck with a leash was equally as surreal. And she seemed even more ecstatic the longer they went at it--if that was even possible.

The forty-three-year-old mom's eyes couldn't leave the reflection of the jock behind her. The front of his thick brown hair was wet with sweat, and his face was full of passionate lust. Every pump inside her resulted in a grunt out of her son which partially drowned out her own moans. She'd read about the feeling of being stretched and pushed to the limit before. Her romance novels loved to describe that part of the sexual experience. There was never a lack of details when the situation involved an innocent young virgin who gets her world rocked by a stud businessman. The authors would spend page after page detailing how their protagonist could never go back to their wimpy boyfriend or husband after what they'd been through. How could they? Their world had been turned upside down by the last person they'd ever expected, and while Sarah always dismissed those parts of her stories as fiction, she quickly learned how true they actually were.

Mike gave his mother one last deep stroke before dropping the leash and pulling out. "Get down on your knees."

She spun at the sound of his voice and immediately fell to her knees in front of him. His cock moved to her lips and she rushed to separate them, allowing his thick manhood to push inside her welcoming mouth. The first splash of cum hit her tongue, and a never-ending flow of her son's seed followed.

Fifteen seconds later, he was done.

She opened her full mouth to show how much had collected inside. Her lips quickly closed as she deposited her son's load into her stomach before moving back to his cock to clean him off.

"I thought you were going to cum inside me."

Mike finally snapped out of his orgasmic haze. His eyes darted around the bathroom as he attempted to regain his bearings. Nothing had ever come close to what he'd just experienced. The sex, the situation, and his orgasm were all indescribable. He felt drained and exhausted. He could use a nap and it was barely five o'clock! But that was the effect that his mother seemed to have on him.

Even this morning left him feeling less than one hundred percent when he arrived at school. Mom not only pulled his cum out, but she seemed to take his essence as well. A piece of him was captured by his amazing mother after each and every sexual encounter they shared, and he was more than happy to let her have it.

"I don't want to get you all messy," he said, gazing down at her with a smirk. "We're just getting started."

She looked at his partially flaccid manhood. "I think I drained you, baby."

"You tend to do that," he laughed. "I'll be ready again in fifteen minutes. Besides, I don't need to be hard for what I have planned next."

She sent a curious glance his way.

The young man's shoulder found the bathroom wall as he propped himself against it to stay upright. His legs and knees felt rather wobbly at the moment. "You see, Mom, this part of you drives me nuts, and not in a good way."

Panic immediately swept through her.

"Everything is about Dad, myself, your friends, and on, and on, and on," he said. "It's never about you. You're so unselfish. Now, listen, don't get me wrong, it's an amazing quality to have, but it makes me mad sometimes. It's like you sacrifice your personal joy to help everyone around you."

"But I like making you happy."

He stared down at his mother lovingly. "I know. You really are the best, but let's think about the past few days for a second. It's been all about me. The blowjobs and even the sex we just had, which was amazing by the way--"

"You ain't kidding," Sarah chimed in.

"It was about me. I came, just like I've cum each and every time we've messed around."

"As you should," she jumped in again. "I love making you happy. I don't think you understand what it does for me."

"Oh, I get it, but I don't think you understand what making you happy does for me. A thanks from you makes my day. That's why I do so much stuff around here. I love putting a smile on your pretty face."

Every compliment caused her to glow. She couldn't get enough of him.

He unhooked her leash. "So, it's time for things to be about you. How's that sound?"

Maybe her son was right? Perhaps it was time for things to start being about her? It's not like it could be a bad thing.

"Sounds like a plan, baby," she said as she stood to her feet. He signaled for her to follow him. "Where are we going?"

"Upstairs," he answered.

Chapter 9 -- All About Mom

Sarah clenched down on the wrinkled polyester bed sheets that covered her son's mattress. She hadn't spent longer than a few minutes at one time in Mike's bedroom since they repainted his walls and ceiling last summer, and those two layers of white paint had held up awfully well--at least from what she could see. Her mind didn't exactly fire on all cylinders at the moment.

Her dress was somewhere on the bedroom floor and her thong remained in the upstairs hallway. The journey from the downstairs bathroom to Mike's upstairs bedroom wasn't the smoothest. They'd hit a few speed bumps along the way--like when she turned to make sure that Mike was still behind her, only to have her back pushed against the downstairs closet door. A pair of loving lips showered her with kisses until she eventually managed to wiggle out of his hold and hurry up the stairs. That mission was derailed when her back was pinned against the upstairs closet door and Mike dropped to her knees in front of her. Her thong was pulled down, her right leg was placed on his masculine shoulder, and his mouth moved to the one place where she'd never expected it to be.

Her pussy.

But that magic moment when his tongue grazed over her throbbing clit for the very first time occurred almost fifty minutes ago. It took place after she'd turned to walk toward her bedroom, soon to have a hand clamp around her forearm and pull her in the opposite direction. It was also in that moment when she realized that she'd never been happier in her life.

Something about being in her son's bedroom felt so sexy to her. And while her room was bigger and came equipped with a king-size mattress, being led to her perfect angel's room by the hand took her back to her youth. It returned her to the days of messing around with her high school boyfriend the instant his parents left the house. She felt naughty and mischievous, but she also felt innocent and timid when she allowed herself to be controlled. She felt like a little girl at the mercy of her daddy.

But she wasn't at the mercy of anyone right now. No, right now, Sarah was in heaven.

Four orgasms! Her son had made her cum four times in fifty minutes! Yes, he took the occasional break to move to another part of her body. He seemed to have a thing for the back of her knees and she quickly found a new hotspot on her body. Both of the creases on those never-before-explored parts of her legs were wet thanks to a mixture of his tongue and lips.

His mouth moved further south to examine each of her ten toes before sliding back up the length of her smooth legs. Her tummy was the next in line to experience his mouth before her sensitive nipples received their time in the spotlight. It was heaven on earth.

But he spent the majority of his time focused on her clit, and she never knew that oral sex could be so good.

A warmth shot through her toes as her eyes bolted opened. Again!? It would happen again!? But how!?

The boiling sensation moved into her shins and soon her thighs were on fire. His tongue never stopped dancing with her pussy as the warmth overtook her body. Suddenly, the heat was in her stomach--deep in her stomach. Deeper than it'd been the previous four times. Deeper than it'd ever been. Deeper than she knew was possible.

Her chest was on fire before someone tossed her entire body into a frying pan. Everything was warm. So, so, so warm.

And then Sarah exploded.

His tongue paused for a split-second as he smiled, but he quickly moved his mouth back to Mom's clit to guide her along the next sixty seconds of intense pleasure. Five times! He made Mom cum five times! And she'd screamed even louder with her latest eruption. He was a king!

Two little hands gripped his hair and pulled him into her soaked pussy. God, he couldn't get over how much she loved this. Her hips squirmed, her legs shook, and her body convulsed on his mattress. His mattress! He'd experienced thousands of fantasies involving Mom in this very bed throughout the years, but now he actually had her. Not only did he have her, but he was capable of bringing the ultimate pleasure to the most incredible woman in the world. Life really didn't get better than this.

It took almost an entire minute before Sarah regained control over her motor skills.

"I love you."

He pulled back with a big smile. His attention shifted from her glistening and completely hairless pussy, along her perfect body, and finally to her face where she stared up at his bedroom ceiling. She was overwhelmed by bliss.

"I sure hope that you love me," he laughed.

"No, sweetheart, I really, really, really love you," she said with a disheveled giggle. "I still can't believe that happened. Five times! You made me cum five times! Dad hasn't made me cum five times in the past fifteen years! Oh my God, you're amazing!"

His fingers traced along her fit tummy until he ended his journey at her chest. He squeezed her bountiful breasts before he pinched both of her erect nipples. She finally had a man who couldn't get enough of her body, and she was eager to bring all of his fantasies to life. Her angel deserved it.

"I can't think of anyone who deserves it more than you," he told her. "Something has been on my mind for a few days, though. Actually, I can't get it out of my head."

Her satisfied smile came into view as she lifted her head off the pillow. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing like that. You told me something at the dinner table on Monday that I've been thinking about constantly. It was about the type of sex you want."

"Doggy!" she shouted, having left her manners at the door. "Oh my God, it's time! You're going to bend me over your bed, right? That's what you said yesterday!"

"Well, actually--"

"That's what you said!" she interrupted him, her voice full of eagerness.

"I know, but I had something else in mind."

She sat on her butt with her back resting against the headboard of his bed. "No! No! No! No! No! You said that you would bend me over your bed! You said that you would get rough with me! Really rough!"

He jumped off the mattress and headed over to his closet, quickly returning with a pillow in hand.

"What's that for?"

He shot his mother a smile. "Not doggy."

"No!" Mom shouted. "What the hell, Michael!? You promised!"

Mike started laughing.

"This isn't funny! You have no idea how long I've wanted this! Years! Longer than that! Decades! You promised!"

He soaked in the sight which was his mother. Completely naked with the exception of her amazing black platform heels, her flawless pussy shining thanks to a combination of his mouth and her natural juices, and her blonde hair chaotic from five earth-shattering oral orgasms. She was an adorable mess.

"You're cute when you pout."

She glared at him. "This isn't funny!"

"You really are," he repeated with a smirk. "You can't not be sexy. It just isn't possible."

This wasn't funny for her. Honestly, it was awful! All of her fantasies over the past forty-eight hours involved her being bent over something. It really didn't matter if it was the sofa, a bed, or even a countertop! She just wanted her son behind her!

Jack never wanted to get behind her, and then Mike promised her doggy style! Not just doggy style, but rough, aggressive, physical doggy style sex! Their unexpected romp in the bathroom from an hour ago was hot, but he specifically promised that he would bend her over his bed, and now he was going back on his guarantee!

"Do you want me to quote what you said last night?" she asked. "You said 'I'm gonna fuckin' destroy you.'"

"I--"

"That's what you said! I'm not making it up!" she continued to rant and rave. "You're lying to me, baby!"

Her brown-haired son shook his head. "Just let me explain--"

"No, this is bullshit!"

He'd grown tired of being constantly interrupted. "Be quiet."

"No, baby, this--"

"Stop!" he demanded.

Sarah immediately shut her mouth.

"Jesus, just give me a second, okay?" he chuckled. "We're going to do doggy. I'm going to bend you over my bed just like I promised."

Her formerly upset look swiftly changed. Suddenly, she was all smiles.

He took a deep breath at the sight of his mother relaxing. "I want to try something else with you first. Now, Rachel loved this. I stumbled across it online one night and she went crazy when I did it with her the first time. To be honest, she went crazy every time."

She couldn't help but be intrigued. "What did you guys do?"

He moved to the foot of the bed and motioned her closer. She promptly scurried along his mattress and looked to him for instructions.

"On your back."

"God, I hate missionary," she huffed dramatically.

"Just get on your back," he laughed. "You're so hardheaded sometimes."

She flipped over onto her back while her legs dangled off the edge of the bed, but not before she rolled her eyes. "Fine, let's just get it over with. That way we can get to the real fun."

If Mike wasn't motivated before, then now he was on a mission to show his mother just how wrong she really was.

"Lift your butt up a little bit."

She raised her head off the sheets. "What? Why?"

"Stop asking so many questions. Just lift your butt up."

She followed his instructions and felt the soft cotton of a pillow placed under her backside. Her hips were now elevated slightly as she patiently waited for Mike to move past whatever he attempted to do. The sooner he finished his game, the sooner they could get to the main event.

He stood at the foot of the bed--his feet on the hardwood floor--while his thighs pressed against the edge of his mattress as he took control of both his mother's legs and placed them on his shoulders. He took a peek at the sexy high heels next to both sides of his head. Ever so slowly, he rubbed his stiff erection against her slick pussy lips.

Sarah did her best to hide her excitement. What exactly was this? It sure the hell wasn't like any type of missionary sex that she'd ever experienced. The past two decades of her life consisted of being smothered by Jack's big beer belly for the thirty seconds that he would last, but what she currently felt didn't remind her of what she unfortunately had access to fifteen or so times a year. Her son's chiseled abs, wide shoulders, bulging biceps, and handsome face were a very welcoming sight. Perhaps missionary could be fun, after all?

He pushed back inside her for the second time in the past hour, and was immediately overcome by a familiar sense of ecstasy. Everything about Mom was perfect. The way that her soft breasts bounced with every movement, how tight she felt, and especially her moans. It was what he craved constantly.

Only a few inches of his throbbing manhood disappeared inside her with each stroke. It was a difficult battle, but he successfully fought the temptation to fuck her as hard and deep as he could, and her dumbfounded expression encouraged him to keep at it. He wanted to change her world.

Her head perked up to look at her son. She was beyond baffled. "What is this?"

"It's missionary sex," he replied with a big grin.

"This isn't missionary," she pointed out. "I don't know what this is."

His left hand kept her right leg on his shoulder, but his right hand moved to her clean-shaven pussy. His index and middle finger gently massaged her clit as his cock continued its journey inside his favorite place on the planet.

Her head found the bed sheets again, while her hips squirmed with every mild thrust from her son's big dick. Once again, she found herself staring straight up at his ceiling. "Baby, what is this?"

"I told you, it's missionary," he laughed. "Okay, do you want to know what it really is?"

A loud moan from between his mother's pouty lips made her response extremely clear.

"Now, you may or may not know this--and chances are you don't because it doesn't sound like Dad knows what he's doing--but the G-Spot is located about two to two and a half inches inside you. So, regular missionary sex may seem blah in your opinion, but the pillow I put under her butt creates an angle for me to hit your G-Spot. And you're so turned on from the oral I gave you earlier that I knew you would feel it immediately."

She struggled to focus. Somehow, her baby had opened her mind to an entirely new world of sex.

"These short strokes are hitting the perfect spot, aren't they?" he asked. "And me playing with your clit while your G-Spot is stimulated creates an overwhelming experience. At least it always did for Rachel."

"It-it-it-it is," she stammered, preparing herself for the ride of her life.

He couldn't help but laugh at his disarrayed mother. "It sure sounds like it. You see, Mom, I'm really into sex. Not only actual sexual acts, but reading and learning about it. There's so much stuff on the internet to discover. I never would've known about this pillow trick if not for browsing a sex tips website on night. Nothing does it for me like making a woman I care about cum. It's an unmatched feeling when I see you wiggle and fidget around on my bed because of something I'm doing to you."

The warmth in her toes returned. This couldn't possibly be happening. Not during sex! Even her boyfriends before Jack couldn't make her cum during intercourse! She needed to relax and free herself. Whatever happened, happened. She just had to let everything go.

"How ya holding up there, Mom? Getting pretty close? Because you're starting to writhe around like you always do before you cum. God, do I fuckin' love seeing that. You gonna cum for Daddy?"

Hearing her son refer to himself as Daddy propelled the sweltering excitement throughout her insides. Suddenly, a lit torch was dropped down her throat once more, and that fire began to burn deep in her stomach before it spread to every nook and cranny of her being. It wasn't like any of her previous orgasms. There was something different about feeling her son inside her. They were connected on a deeper level than when she received oral sex. In a way, it was like they absorbed one another's souls, and she was done holding back.

Her body shook as a loud screech echoed in the bedroom. The back of her platform heels attempted to pull her son deeper inside her, and he somehow picked up on her desperate attempt to bring him closer. His short strokes were replaced by deep, long, loving pumps as she continued to cum all over his manhood. His hand moved away from her clit and grabbed onto her hip. He never stopped pounding her convulsing body until she finally came down from her powerful orgasm minutes later.

He had a simple question for his mother. "Still hate missionary?"

Her eyes finally opened. Everything seemed brighter. The white of the ceiling, the blue of the bed sheets, and the sexy brown hair on Mike's head were all more vivid to her. Everything was more alive. Her world had been changed.

She parted her lips but nothing came out. She didn't know what to say, to be honest. Her tongue was tied and she found herself reverting back to her most primal instincts."I'll do whatever you want."

He let out a loud laugh as he rubbed his cock against her glistening vaginal lips.

"I'm serious," she told him firmly, finally collecting herself. "Any position you want, baby. I'll do it. Oh my God, that was unreal."

"Well, I think that someone still wants me to bend their sexy ass over my bed."

"YES!" she screamed. She would be up for anything, but she still wanted her favorite position.

He moved to the side of his bed with a grin. "Alright, let's go."

She bolted off the bed and quickly buried her chest and stomach into his sheets. Her fit legs were aided by six inches of high-heeled goodness, and her butt gave him an inviting wiggle. The left side of her face pressed against the bed, allowing her to keep an eye on the stud behind her, and she was surprised to find a curious look on his face.

"I have an idea."

"What is it?" she asked, interested in whatever he had on his mind.

"I want to tie your arms together."

She didn't show a second of hesitation in her response. "Yes!"

Seconds later, he used one of his t-shirts to handcuff her wrists behind her back. He squeezed the knot tightly and took a step back to reflect on the sight in front of him.

Mom wasn't just in a submissive position anymore. Now, she was helpless. She was vulnerably bent over his bed and completely at his mercy. Something about her new circumstances made his already harder-than-ever dick throb. Maybe he liked being a dominant guy more than he realized?

"Try to move your arms."

Mom attempted to separate her wrists but they didn't budge. She was locked in.

"It's not too tight, is it?" he checked.

"It's perfect," she responded. "Everything is so perfect."

"Look at my little slut. Bent over my bed like a good girl. No one's coming to help you now. You're all mine."

Her skin tingled. She wouldn't trade places with anyone in the world at this very moment. Her son was right. She was bent over his bed like a good girl, and he could do anything that he wanted. It was paradise.

"I've been a bad girl, Daddy," she whined.

"Oh, is that right?" he asked. He gave her perky butt a few firm whacks with his hard cock. "What's my little girl been up to?"

Her cadence had been replaced by that of a childlike pout. She no longer spoke like a forty-three-year-old woman. Now, she resembled a little girl. "I've been touching myself."

His hand replaced his cock as he squeezed her plump ass, allowing his fingers to absorb her backside. "Without my permission?"

"Without your permission. I'm sorry, Daddy. I can't help it."

He let out a disappointed huff. "And why's that?"

"Because I'm a slut," she answered, unable to hide the pep and energy in her voice when she said it. "And I think I need to be punished."

"So do I," he agreed with a grin. "Apologize."

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"That's not good enough," he remarked.

His open palm crashed against her ass, immediately turning the light skin on her butt bright red.

"AHHH!" she yelped, surprised by his impressive strength and aggression. "I'm sorry, Daddy, but I did something else too. Something really bad."

He stared down at the side of his mother's face, making sure that she didn't catch him rolling his eyes. He was well-aware of the game she wanted to play. Mom didn't just want to get fucked, but she wanted to role-play as well.

"Oh yeah? What did you do now?"

She buried her face into the bed sheets to hide her smirk. "I've been thinking about other boys."

"Is my little girl boy-crazy?"

"Maybe?" she pouted playfully. "I can't help it, though, Daddy. I'm just so horny all the time. My classmates, teachers, and all the boys in the neighborhood get me sooooooo excited."

His big hand slammed into her ass even harder this time.

"FUCK!!!" she shouted as her right leg bent momentarily due to the stinging in her ass. But it was a good pain. It was a pain that made her feel alive. It was a pain that she desperately craved more of.

"My little girl shouldn't be thinking about other boys."

"But I do," Mom continued to whine. "I think about doing stuff with them. They all want to take me out, Daddy. I don't want to be a prude."

This time, his hand found her other butt-cheek and hammered into it with more force than his previous two slaps combined.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!" Sarah screamed, her entire lower-body scathing in pain.

Panic set in for Mike. He immediately regretted how hard he'd smacked her. "Shit, are you alright?"

A few seconds of silence passed before Mom's right eye turned back to him, exposing half her face again. "I played with one of the boys."

"Mom, I'm being serious! Are you okay? That was way harder than I should've hit you!"

"I gave him a blowjob," she told him with a grin. "I thought it would make him like me more."

"Mom, seriously, cut it out for a minute!" he said, attempting to bring her back to reality. "You're okay, right?"

"He told me that my daddy wouldn't be happy if you found out what I did," she went on, completely lost in character. "And do you want to know what I told him?"

He stared down at her.

"I said, 'Fuck what my daddy thinks.'"

The one visible blue eye on Mom's face said a million different things. It told him how much she loved him, how great of a son he was, and how she would do anything for him, but it also told him how badly she wanted this. An uncontrollable lust radiated from her eye, and he soaked up every drop. He needed to be a man for her.

He pushed his cock inside his mother and began pumping roughly.

It only took a handful of seconds for her world to be rearranged. This situation didn't seem possible just seventy-two hours ago. Bent over a bed with a collar around her neck and her arms tied behind her back was stuff of masturbatory fantasies--not reality--but here she was, being driven into helplessly by the last person she ever would've imagined ravishing her sexually. But now the prospect of this never happening again became an impossibility to her. The fullness that filled her insides was incomparable to anything she'd ever experienced. The calloused hands gripping her hips made her feel tiny and vulnerable. Having her arms locked behind her back resulted in a susceptible sense of lust to flow throughout her body. She finally had everything she wanted. She finally had a real man.

His strong thrusts paused temporarily as he reached out to retrieve the leather leash that dangled off his bed. He found the lock and snapped it around the metal buckle on his mother's collar. It was time to really step things up. He was ready to get a little wild.

His movements grew more intense as he choked up on the leash and snapped Mom's neck back roughly. Suddenly, he stared down into her hungry eyes which were desperate to be defiled. His head hovered over her face, beads of sweat falling from his hair and dripping down onto her cheeks and forehead. He'd never felt more at home.

"I'm taking you whenever I want," he reminded her.

Her piercing blue eyes stared up at him. Her look was sex-crazed and charged with desire and passion, and her demeanor encouraged him to leave his childhood in the past. He was a man now.

"Guess what will happen when you're sitting on the couch with Dad?"

The loud sounds of skin smacking skin acted as the only answer when Sarah attempted to respond. Having her collar pulled back restricted her breathing, but she didn't plan to mention it. It was exactly what she wanted.

"Wha-wha-what will you do, Da-Daddy?"

"I'm going to sit right next to you and pull you onto my lap," he grunted down at her, his voice swarming with testosterone. "Because you're my girl now."

She couldn't recall the last time she felt so worked up. She itched with excitement. "Wha-what if I'm in-in bed with your father?"

He yanked back on the leash harder, sending a clear message as to who he thought that she belonged to now.

"Maybe I'll swing by and pay you guys a visit some night?" he asked himself.

She couldn't hide her lustful grin.

"And maybe I'll grab a handful of her beautiful blonde hair, yank you off your bed, and drag you into my room?" Mike told his mother while sweat poured off his face. "So you can spend the night with a real man."

"What wou-wou-would Dad think a-a-a-a-about that?" she questioned, unable to speak smoothly due to the rough manner in which he fucked her. She could barely breathe!

He lowered his lips mere inches from her mouth. "Fuck what Dad thinks."

He found her lips with his own mouth and their tongues tangled, joining each other in the forbidden dance that both had grown to love so much over the past few days. He wrapped his hands around her petite neck as he dropped the leash to the mattress below. She didn't need to be choked by leather anymore. Now, she had real hands to do it.

He broke off their kiss. The mother and son attempted to speak to each other through their eyes. Whimpers, grunts, and passionate moans were the only verbal communication in the sweltering bedroom as the electricity from their bodies raised the temperature around them. They were animals in heat.

His heavy balls slammed into her clit with every vicious movement forward courtesy of his hips and powerful lower-body. "This is my pussy, isn't it?"

"It's all-all yours, Da-Da-Daddy," she struggled to answer thanks to his hands clamping even tighter around her neck. "Sp-sp-sp-spit!"

A long string of spit fell toward Mom's already parted and accepting lips. The strand of saliva hung in the air, seemingly defying gravity. Her lips moved together as she desperately slurped in an attempt to retrieve her baby's precious fluid. Every single bit of him was a gift, and she refused to allow any part of him to fall to the sheets below.

She finally latched onto his treasured drool and it quickly vanished into her throat, down her esophagus, and joined the salad that she had for lunch in her stomach. But she wanted more.

"Again!"

Mike found more spit in his throat but paused before sending it in his mother's direction. His thrusts inside her gripping pussy slowed, and his hands loosened around her neck as he stared into her eyes.

Her lips were sealed shut.

"Open up," he instructed.

Mom's mouth didn't move.

"It's kind of tough to spit into your mouth if it's shut," he chuckled. "You awake down there?"

Her lips finally separated, but it wasn't to accept his saliva. Instead, she had something to tell him. "Spit in my face."

His brow immediately furrowed. "What?"

"I want you to spit in my face," she repeated.

Now, he was the hesitant one. "Um...are you...uh...sure you want that?"

This wasn't the guy that she craved. The passive look in his eyes was the absolute last thing that she wanted to see. She immediately found herself longing for the confident stare of the stud she worshiped. She needed her man back.

"Your little girl wants to be a slut."

Mike couldn't conceal his concern. "You're sure this isn't too much?"

"We'll just have to find out, won't we?" she asked with a giggle.

And just like that, he returned to his rightful position of authority. Something about Mom's tone lit a fire in him. Tonight, he would discover how far she truly wanted to be pushed. He called the shots while in her presence, and it was time for him to act like the man she wanted.

He locked his hands around her neck--pressing against the firm leather of her collar--and watched as a smile swept across his mother's pretty face. Well, it was pretty now. He had a feeling that it wouldn't be so beautiful in a matter of moments.

He searched deep in his throat for a thick wad of spit, and sent it sailing toward her face. It hammered into her right cheek and caused saliva to rocket in all directions. His previously dolled-up and innocent-looking mother now resembled a slutty mess, and she couldn't possibly appear happier.

"Rub it in!" Mom begged.

His right hand briefly left her neck to fulfill her fantasy. He spread the vicious substance along her smooth skin, allowing her to soak in his fluids. She possessed a euphoric look. It was an expression of complete happiness, and it wasn't hard to figure out why she was so pleased. He'd treated her like the bad little girl that she wanted to be in bed, and he couldn't get enough of how excited he'd made her.

He let go of her neck and carefully lowered her head down to the mattress. "I'll be right back. Don't move."

"No! Where are you going!?"

Footsteps sounded as her son's voice grew more distant. "I'll be back in a second! Don't move!"

She felt so lonely and vacant. All of her satisfaction had vanished, along with the intoxicating aura that her son carried around with him everywhere he went. His presence created a sense of zen for her. Even when things were bad with Jack, a quick peek in Mike's direction would make everything better, and her desire for him had multiplied tenfold after what they'd experienced together.

He wasn't just her son anymore. Now, he was so much more than that. He was her lover, her soulmate, and her daddy. He was the man responsible for her sexual bliss, but he was gone! He was gone and she didn't know when he would return!

The sound of loud footsteps from the upstairs hallway filled her with excitement. Seconds later, she could feel it. Mike's energy had returned and her insides promptly tingled as a result. She couldn't see him with her face buried in the sheets, but could absolutely feel him. Her reason for living was back in her newfound world of sexual bliss.

"Move your legs apart a little."

A hand on her butt guided his request as her legs were now shoulder-width apart. His manhood sank into her once again, still fighting through her natural resistance which had yet to become accustomed to his thick size. She turned her face to look behind her, but something caused her to stop.

It was a foot.

With his hands still locked on her voluptuous hips and his left foot remaining on the ground, Mike had a rather risky idea running through his mind. He had to thank a certain adult male performer for bringing this sexual position to his attention. It was something he never did with Rachel, and to be completely honest, he never imagined doing it with any girl either. But then again, he never planned on walking a woman through a house on a leash either. Mom wasn't a typical woman. She was special, and if she wanted it rough, then he would get rough with her.

His right foot landed up on the mattress, just inches from the side of Mom's face. He remained hesitant, though. The sole of his foot found her cheek gently as he waited for the green light. He needed her complete approval.

"OH MY GOD, YES!!!"

It was exactly what he needed. The extremely enthusiastic reply from the gorgeous blonde bent over his bed caused his foot to press down on the side of her face. He drove her head into his mattress as his intense pumping once again resumed. It finally clicked for him. Not only did Mom really love rough sex, but so did he.

"You're my little slut, aren't you?"

A wetness tickled the rugged skin on the bottom of his foot. He turned his leg to remove the pressure from her face. He needed to check and make sure that Mom was okay, and he could only smile at what he saw.

Mom licked the sole of his foot.

"I'm your little slut," she smiled back at him. "Put your foot back on my face and push hard! Please, Daddy!"

His smile vanished and was quickly replaced by the cocky grin that Mom loved so much. His foot rested on the mattress, just inches from where she wanted it. He didn't plan to make it that easy for her.

"You're going to have to do better than that," he said.

"I wasn't being totally honest when I told you about my fantasies."

His big cock came to rest inside her snug pussy. "What?"

"Remember when I told you about my fantasies?" she asked. "About how I think of you when I play with myself?"

He nodded.

"I really do think about you," she told him. "Actually, I probably think about you more than I admitted; and, well, our fun usually wraps up with really messy facials. God, do I love having you cover me! This morning was so hot! Baby, I played with myself for like an hour after you went to school. I was almost late for work because I completely lost track of time, and I didn't clean up before I got myself off either. I grabbed my vibrator before I returned to your room and hopped into your bed. I came three times with your cum all over my face!"

Love wasn't even the proper word to describe his feelings toward his mother anymore. He was absolutely obsessed with her.

Sarah dropped her voice to a childlike whimper once again. It was clear that she couldn't get enough of being her son's little fucktoy. "But my fantasies don't always end with facials."

He attempted to control himself as Mom's perfect pussy slowly slid the length of his motionless cock. She was the one who did the work now, and he still couldn't believe that he'd lasted so long. The blowjob from this morning and the quickie in the bathroom an hour ago definitely helped, but it was no secret that he was approaching the end. It would be quite a while before he reached the point where he could last as long as he wanted with her. She just drove him too crazy.

"How do they end?" he asked.

"Sometimes, you cum inside me," she answered with a wicked purr.

He smiled back at her. How crazy was that? His own mother fantasized about him cumming inside her? It was insane!

"And...I uh...do have this one fantasy."

His eyes squinted sharply as a result of her sudden nervous demeanor.

"Promise me that you won't think it's weird."

"Of course, I won't think it's weird," he assured her. "What's your fantasy?"

She looked away from him, staring at the bed instead. "I um...I think about you cumming inside me, but sometimes...I..I think..."

He waited anxiously.

"I think about you getting me pregnant."

He pressed down on her face with her foot and drove it into the bed. Two strong hands locked around her hips and his lower-body rocketed forward, putting an end to Mom's playful antics. It was time for him to take control again. Fantasy or not, that was the single hottest thing he'd ever heard, and he planned to show his incredible mother how much she meant to him.

Her loud yelps and moans were muffled from a combination of the bottom of his foot and the bed sheets. He didn't hold back any longer. Every motion forward was an attempt to impale her. Every rough thrust was made with the intent to give her something that she'd never felt before. He refused to allow Mom to go look for some other guy. He didn't even want her to think about another man. There was no need. She slept under the same roof as a guy who could play out each and every one of her fantasies, and he would live out his own desires in the process.

Fuck romance novels. Sarah's days of reading the work of a homely female author who'd probably never experienced good sex were over. Hell, maybe she would try writing erotica herself? She had a feeling that she would be a seasoned veteran in the world of rough sex before the week was over, and maybe she could help out all the women in their forties who weren't being properly taken care of as well? But something told her that she wouldn't have too much free time after today.

His grunts made her giddy. Her son's deep and rugged voice caused her to feel like so much more of a woman. She didn't have a boy rocking her world; she had a man. She had a ripped, aggressive, athletic jock with a big dick all to herself, but an unforeseen warmth swiftly captured her attention. It couldn't possibly be what she thought it was.

Her clit was only touched when Mike's big balls occasionally thudded against her pussy, but it didn't happen every time he thrust forward. Her arms were tied behind her back and his hands were still locked on her hips, so what caused the prickly feeling all over her skin then? She needed clitoral stimulation to orgasm. Even the pillow sex trick that he'd showed her earlier resulted in her cumming because his fingers rubbed her clit while they enjoyed each other's bodies, but this was different. This was a warmth not only in her stomach, but deep in her soul.She suddenly felt like she'd been thrown into a five-hundred degree oven.

Everything tingled, then it scorched, and now a feeling of paralysis overtook her body as she convulsed helplessly. A tsunami of pleasure washed over her limp being. Bombs exploded inside her as unimaginable screams of pleasure and disbelief poured from between her lips. She opened her eyes and only saw darkness--not the bottom of her son's foot or the blue of the bed sheets--but black. Was she in a different world? Had everything changed? The previous forty seconds of heaven made her feel like a new woman. She was no longer a forty-three-year-old mother of one. Now, she was now a sexually liberated goddess who'd discovered her soulmate.

Her eyes shut and quickly reopened. The peachy bottom of Mike's foot was vivid and colorful. The blue of the bed sheets was rich and eloquent. She was full even though she hadn't eaten in close to six hours. She was quenched despite not being able to recall her last glass of water. Sarah was high on love, orgasmic bliss, and mutual pleasure. Seven orgasms in a little over an hour had taken her to the peaks of sexual euphoria, and her only interest involved returning the favor to her man. He had to experience nirvana. His mind needed to be opened to the same level of entitlement that she'd just reached.

Mike couldn't hold out any longer. He slammed roughly into Mom, his cock finding its way as deep inside her seemingly silk-coated vagina as it could, and filled her with his incestuous seed. Powerful sensation after sensation exploded from the tip of his steel pole as his foot simultaneously pressed down harder due to the overwhelming bliss he experienced. Rachel, masturbating, or even edging: nothing had made him feel like this. His worries and concerns were exorcised out of his body with every potent explosion of semen from his throbbing manhood.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it ended.

His foot left Mom's face and retook its original place on the hardwood floor, but something that he said to her yesterday played in his head repeatedly. He would stay inside her. He wanted her to feel him and remember what he did to her, and he certainly wasn't in any hurry to leave.

As amazing as her previous orgasms felt, knowing that she brought her son the ultimate joy gave Sarah even more pleasure. His warm seed that soaked her insides signaled a connection on an unbreakable level. Their relationship had always been like steel, but tonight cemented an eternal bond between the two. She'd completely accepted him, and he'd given himself to her unconditionally. She'd never felt closer to another entity in her life.

He pulled out slowly and reluctantly, watching in awe as a seemingly endless flow of cum poured from Mom's hole. Semen coated her vaginal lips and continued to drip down to join the river of fluids that had collected below. His DNA was not only on her pussy, but it was deep inside it. She was his.

"Don't move," he demanded.

The horrific sound of footsteps leaving the room had become all-too-familiar for her, but she knew that he would return. She waited patiently with the left side of her face still buried in the comfortable mattress. The glowing world around her had yet to dim. Was this still somehow part of her earth-shattering orgasm from minutes ago, or was it a sign of how things would be from now on? Would Mike's computer desk always be such an intense shade of amber, or would her surroundings eventually return to the ways of old? She would ponder her questions later.

Because Mike was coming back.

Her arms were untied and her neck was pulled back by her leash as she allowed her son to control her. He yanked her off the bed and she stumbled backward, crashing into her baby, who caught her without a problem.

"You okay?" he checked.

She gazed up into his warm eyes and nodded. Of course, she was okay. Her legs were weak, her body was exhausted, and everything still felt hot, but she was in the grasp of the most intoxicating man in the world. How couldn't she be great?

She shifted her attention down to the floor where she expected to see a mess of cum on the hardwood, but it was completely clean.

She looked up at the handsome face attached to the muscular body that she couldn't get enough of. "Where is it?"

"Do you want to go for a walk?" he asked, yet to release her from his grasp.

She couldn't possibly be more confused. How could his cum just disappear? She rubbed her pussy and all of her fingers possessed a coating of semen, reaffirming that she hadn't imagined the greatest sex of her life. It really happened, so how was the evidence gone?

"Come on," he said after tugging on the leash.

Sarah sank to her knees and found herself in a familiar position as she crawled behind her son. They ventured out of his room and down the hallway where she expected to be taken downstairs. Instead, he pushed her closed-bedroom door open.

Her eyes immediately picked up on the one out-of-place object in her room. A particular metallic bowl with green and orange designs had been placed to the side of her bed, and the sight of her name in hot pink jumped out at her even more than before. The bowl hadn't changed, though. No, it was her world that was still more lucid and sharp.

He led her into the room and came to a stop at the side of his parents' bed. He turned his head and gave her a slight nod, encouraging her to move closer.

Her hands and knees thudded on the hardwood floor as her mission toward her bowl grew closer. Why had he motioned her toward the bowl? And why was it in her bedroom at all? She finally stopped just inches from the silver dish and gasped loudly.

It was full of cum.

The bottom of the surface wasn't visible thanks to a layer of thick white seed. Everything briskly made sense to her. He'd told her to move her legs apart, stay in place, and wait for his return back in his bedroom, and she quickly learned that his words had very real meaning.

He'd disappeared to retrieve her bowl and placed it on the floor between her legs. He'd pulled out of her pussy and waited as his precious fluids dripped out of her and collected inside the dish. It was his final gift to her: a bowl full of her favorite person. She sent a big smile his way before turning her attention to her dinner.

Sarah lapped up her son's cum like a dog.

This was it. She finally found her much-desired state of submission. It was compliance, obedience, and deference. She didn't want to ask anymore. Instead, she wanted to be told. She yearned to be led rather than lead. She was treated like a queen outside of the bedroom. She was the star of her son's life and that would never change, but she wanted nothing more than to be his personal slut inside his bedroom. She was his little toy to play with, and as much as she loved licking up her son's treat with her tongue, the rest of her wanted to taste him too badly to wait.

She picked up the bowl with her hands and eagerly slurped up his seed.

"I've never seen a dog do that," Mike laughed.

She polished the bowl clean and crawled over to Mike as he leaned against the bedroom wall. She gripped the base of his manhood and squeezed toward the head, dying to find another drop to suck out of him. The tip of his manhood turned white, revealing the very last of him that had yet to be drained.

She wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked him dry.

He stumbled over to his parents' bed and plopped down on the mattress. He'd never felt so sexually satisfied in his life. It didn't take long for Mom to hop up and join him, and her pouty lips wasted little time wrapping around his semi-hard dick as she put the finishing touches on her mission to extract every last drop out of him.

Moments later, the side of her face rested against her son's fit midsection. "Greatest night of my life."

"Mine too," Mike agreed with a big smile.

"Seven orgasms! Seven! Do you have any idea how crazy that is? And can we talk about that foot thing for a minute?"

He could only laugh at some of the crazy things that he'd done. "I had a feeling you would like it."

"Like it? It was insane! Baby, you're unbelievable in bed!"

His face couldn't glow any brighter. No compliment would ever come close to what he'd just heard.

"I just...I really don't know what to say," she struggled to convey her feelings. "Like, you blew away my expectations. I've never felt like this. I've never felt anything like this! It was so amazing!"

He ran his hand through his mother's blonde hair. Slime and drool from his spit dripped off her pretty face and stuck to his abs, and part of him loved that. He was absolutely everywhere. Inside her, on her, and covering her face at the same time: he'd claimed Mom for his own.

She gazed into her son's masculine eyes. "You need to eat dinner. Anything you want. Just name it."

He took a moment to think. "French toast sounds good."

"French toast it is!" she declared. "How much?"

"A lot."

"A big stack of french toast for my man," she smiled. "How about this? I'm going to jump in the shower real quick, and then I'll get started on dinner after. You can take a shower while I'm cooking, and there will be a big plate of french toast waiting for you when you're done."

"That sounds perfect."

"Now, I know this doesn't need to be said, but the pregnancy thing was obviously a fantasy," she spoke up. "I mean, I'm sure that was probably weird for you to hear."

"Hey, if it gets you off, then it gets you off. Nothing is weird in my book. Just like how you know I obviously respect Dad. The stuff I said about owning you is the same as the pregnancy thing. It's just hot to say in the heat of the moment."

She planted a big kiss on his stomach. How could one man understand her so well? "My perfect angel. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Mom."

Sarah rolled off the bed and skipped out of the room with an unprecedented pep in her step. Even the idea of cooking for her baby excited her more than usual. She just wanted to make him happy after what he'd done for her. He deserved it!

She hurried into the bathroom and turned on the water. She needed to speed things along. Her man was hungry, after all!

Five Minutes Later.

Her plan to hurry things along had failed. She'd simply stood in the shower for the past five minutes, staring blankly at the wall while the warm water washed over her. She'd removed her collar before stepping into the tub, and she couldn't help but notice the bright red ring around her throat. Mike's handprints joined the marks left by her collar as well and she could only smile. It was a reminder of what he'd done to her.

Her hair went in a million different directions, spit covered her face, cum leaked from her pussy and ran down her legs, and she'd never been happier. She'd yet to stop reflecting on the past ninety minutes of her life. Part of her didn't want to move. She desired nothing more than to stand right in the middle of the shower and bask in the reality of her new sex life. Everything was perfect.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the shower curtain opening.

"Well, hello there," she giggled after looking to see who'd joined her.

A naked Mike stepped inside the shower and moved next to his mother. His fingers ran through her long, wet, blonde locks that were covered with soapy suds. "Need a hand?"

She smiled and turned her back to him, allowing him to wash her hair. Such an experience had never occurred in her twenty-eight combined years of dating and marriage. No one had ever taken the level of interest in her that Mike had--let alone display such a level of affection. He seriously washed her hair for her? Every minute in his presence made her melt faster in his hands. She always knew that she would do anything for her little boy, but it'd become abundantly clear that she would do anything for her man as well.

He moved her under the shower head and allowed the water to rinse her off. Her pretty blonde head sparkled as the last remnants of their wild evening together was cleaned. Her perfect body glistened from the water. Messy or clean, he honestly didn't care. Mom was perfect and he loved her in every way.

She was clean...for now.

His left hand gripped her shoulder as he rubbed his hard cock against her pussy. He reached in front of her and turned the handle, causing water to pour out even hotter than before.

"Again?" she asked with her eyebrows raised. She certainly hadn't expected something so soon. Didn't he need time to rebound?

"I remember seeing shower sex on someone's list of fantasies."

She temporarily lost her breath. How did she forget? Shower sex was her number one fantasy for years, but Mike presence in the tub with her didn't ring any bells about the items on her sexual bucket list. But then again, her mind wasn't all there. Her orgasmic high had yet to wear off.

He pushed inside her and couldn't believe the shock of electricity which consumed him. Multiple orgasms and she still felt like heaven, but he didn't plan to be rough and aggressive like before. Instead, he would be slow and sensual. Plus, he had a few things he wanted to discuss.

"I shut the door and closed the window."

She glanced back curiously. "What?"

The shower curtain was yanked open courtesy of her son, exposing the two to the bathroom. Thick sheets of steam danced in the air, creating a sauna-like environment.

"How good do we look?" he asked.

She admired their reflection in the bathroom mirror. The dense fog limited her vision, but it didn't completely blind her. A powerful stud stood before her, and her fit body looked extra sexy thanks to the glistening water. The surrounding haze added to the already sensual atmosphere.

Her outstretched hands pressed against the bathroom wall. "We look perfect."

He gripped onto her luscious hips before leaning forward into her ear. "Where did this fantasy come from?"

"The movies," she answered with a sheepish smile. The softer, more loving side of Mike was something that she could see herself growing to love. Yes, she would want to be treated like a slut nine times out of ten, but she definitely didn't mind his tender side.

"The movies? What movie?"

She continued to stare at their captivating reflection in the mirror, water hitting her breasts as her son pumped into her from behind. "Fifty Shades of Grey."

His passionate strokes came to a sudden stop. "Are you serious? You watch that dumb stuff?"

"Hey, Christian Grey doesn't have anything on you," she pointed out. "You would teach him a thing or two."

"Fuckin' right I would," he whispered into her ear. He resumed his movement as his pumps quickly grew in strength. "What a naughty girl you are going to see that at the movies. You were probably all wet and messy in your seat, weren't you?"

"Yeah..." she giggled.

"Such a bad girl. All you little sluts probably wanted to play with yourselves in the theater. Did you touch yourself?"

"I wanted to," she admitted honestly. "So did Lisa."

His eyebrows perked up. The soft sex from mere moments ago had turned into rough standing doggy. "Lisa? Your sexy friend wanted to touch herself too?"

Her whimpers made it awfully difficult to respond, but she wouldn't allow her pleasure to stop her. "My-my-my sexy friend?"

"I've always had a thing for Lisa," he grunted into her ear. "She's probably a bad girl too, just like you. It's pretty obvious that her husband isn't getting the job done either."

Her son was absolutely correct about that. Lisa was the only person she knew who was more sexually frustrated than herself. At least she got some action from her husband once or twice a month. Lisa didn't get sex at all!

A previously unexplored fantasy popped into his head. "Maybe you should give her a call? Invite her over for some fun."

"Li-Li-Lisa?"

"What if she's our threesome girl? Maybe I'll watch you two make out with each other...over the head of my cock." He moved away from her ear and gave her the vicious type of pounding that she loved so much.

Was Lisa their threesome girl? Sarah had never considered doing anything sexual with her best friend of over ten years, but she couldn't fault her baby for having a crush on her bestie. Lisa was a busty brunette with a fun personality to match, and now the idea of sharing Mike with her turned her on more than she'd ever expected.

It looked like she had a new fantasy to add to her ever-growing list.

Chapter 10 -- A Guilty Conscience

November 14th. Monday Evening. 6:07 PM.

Sarah checked the broccoli and cheese soup on the stove. The greatest week of her life officially wrapped up last night when Jack arrived home from the airport. Now, her sexless lifestyle returned until her husband went out of town again in three weeks. The idea of messing around with Mike while Jack was at work or sleeping wasn't something that she was necessarily comfortable with. Unfortunately, the sad truth was that she was currently burdened by an immense sense of guilt.

She was a cheater.

She'd made a commitment twenty years ago to a man she loved, and she still loved him if she was being honest. Sure, it was hard to explain why she had such strong feelings for her husband--who seemingly didn't want anything to do with her--but she did. Maybe it was a sense of familiarity? Or perhaps it was because he'd given her the most incredible son in the world? Whatever it was, she still had feelings for the guy who worked on his laptop at the kitchen table, oblivious to any of the shenanigans that had taken place while he was out of town.

And boy, did some shenanigans take place.

Thursday. Breakfast in bed with a blowjob started the day; and raw, relentless, passionate sex filled the better part of the six hours after Mike returned home from basketball practice. Dinner didn't take place until close to midnight due to their inability to keep their hands off of each other. The shower, both bedrooms, the basement, kitchen, and the living room all turned into sexual playgrounds.

She even dressed in an array of outfits at the encouragement of her son! Apparently, he wanted a fashion show after taking a peek inside her closet. At first, she was surprised by the rather odd request, but the girl in her wouldn't turn down the chance to play dress-up, and the two ended up going at it after each and every one of her bedroom runway walks.

Friday. Mike's team had a basketball game against their rival school on Friday night. Like always, she was in attendance, but a few things changed on this particular day. Primarily, her decision to not wake him with a blowjob in bed. She wanted her man at full-strength for the big game and he certainly didn't disappoint. He played great, his team won, and she eagerly awaited him at home with a big plate of pasta when he walked through the door.

But that was just the start of things.

She threw his sweaty basketball jersey into the washer before leading him up to her bedroom where the shower curtain had been draped over the bed. Lit candles created the perfect environment for a deep, sensual oil massage over the course of the next hour. She slipped away halfway through her massage to toss his jersey into the dryer, and then returned to retrieve it after she wrapped up their session.

The massage took place for a few reasons. One, Mike needed it. All of his working out and basketball resulted in sore muscles and bumps and bruises. She needed to rub all of his nagging pains away, but her primary reason involved keeping him in tip-top shape. Her stud couldn't experience back pain or sore joints. She wanted him ready to go twenty-four seven. It was a lot to ask of him, but she would work her hardest to keep him in peak condition.She returned from the basement with a surprise at the conclusion of their massage, and the look on his face melted her heart. She'd never seen him so excited. It was the exact reaction that she so badly desired.

She'd strutted back into her bedroom in a pair of white silhouette heels and Mike's white basketball jersey, and it didn't take long for her to give him the best blowjob of his life. But as much as she loved having his throbbing meat between her pouty lips, what he did after he discovered that his basketball jersey was her only item of clothing caused him to take her to heaven. He bent her over the side of the bed and she knew exactly what was on his mind as his thick meat sank inside her. There had to be something so primal about seeing her wearing his jersey. And she could feel it too! She was owned!

They went through an entire forty-ounce bottle of oil that night.

Saturday. The past four days had been all about animalistic lust, so Saturday was a drastic change from the previous ninety-six hours. The two spent the better part of the afternoon hiking through their hometown's mountainous surroundings that they sometimes took for granted. Their journey ended at a hidden waterfall in the deepest part of a relatively unexplored valley, but it didn't really hit home for her until the moment she felt his strong arm wrap around her shoulder and pull her closer while they gazed at the magnificent view. She experienced the deepest connection of her life. No amount of foreplay, sex, or excitement had ever matched her level of love. She was cherished and protected. The hours of conversation they had while hiking wasn't one-sided like it always was with Jack. Mike was truly interested in what she had to say, and she wanted nothing more than to spend every waking minute with him.

They swung by a hot dog stand on their way home and enjoyed dinner on one of the picnic tables outside of the shack. Memories of her adolescence flooded her mind every time she gazed across the table at her son, but at the same time, she knew what she was. She was a forty-three-year-old woman--not a teenager--but he didn't make her feel that way. He made her feel youthful and alive. They weren't at some overpriced restaurant where they had to wait forty minutes to be seated. Instead, they ate the way that high school and college couples did, and she couldn't get enough of that aura of youth.

Mike surprised her again when he took her to the movies instead of heading home after their meal. Was she his high school girlfriend, his wife, or his mother at this point? Maybe she was a combination of all three? And while Sarah loved all of the romantic--and most importantly thoughtful gestures--she couldn't exactly control herself. The twenty minute ride home consisted of her sucking his cock while he was behind the wheel, and the two eventually pulled into an empty parking lot in order to fool around in the backseat of his car. Saturday was her favorite day in her forty-three years on the planet.

Breakfast in bed with a blowjob was how she greeted her baby when he opened his eyes on Sunday morning. The two messed around a few times in the afternoon, but a sense of depression quickly sank in for her when she realized that Jack was returning home. A matter of hours were all that separated her from her regular life, but reality set in for her as well. She'd committed infidelity.

She couldn't take it anymore.

"I had an affair while you were gone."

Jack's eyes left his computer for the first time in over an hour. "What?"

Sarah's line of sight shifted to the same kitchen floor that she'd crawled across just days ago. "I had an affair while you were gone."

...

...

She peeked up to see her husband staring at her. She had to explain herself. "I'm sorry. I just...I...you never touch me! Well, you do, but it's like once a month! You aren't open to giving me what I want, you never seem interested in me, and it's like being around me is some kind of inconvenience for you! I just--"

"Who is he?" Jack interrupted, never raising his voice.

"Does it matter?"

"Does it matter who my wife cheated on me with?" he asked. "Yeah, it does."

"You know him."

He took a deep breath as he prepared himself for anything. "I know him?"

She nodded, avoiding eye contact once again. "Yes."

He pondered the situation for a moment before asking, "Who is he?"

"I'm sorry, okay?" she apologized, her voice quivering as she spoke. "I feel so guilty. You're my husband and I broke your trust."

"Who is he?"

She glanced over at the oven, dreading the can of worms that she was about to open. "Mike..."

"Mike? Who's Mike?"

"Mike," she repeated.

Jack was confused. "I don't know a Mike."

She finally looked up and gazed into her husband's brown eyes. "Our son."

Suddenly, Jack's serious look was replaced by a smile. "Oh, that's a good one!"

"No, Jack, I'm serious."

"Mike!" he exclaimed as his guffaw grew in strength. "That's funny. Sick, but funny. Wow, you almost had me there for a minute!"

Her puzzled expression had yet to change. "I'm not joking."

Slowly but surely, his smile shrank. His wife's constantly worried expression caused him to consider the possibility that something had actually happened. "Wait, did you really cheat on me?"

"With Mike," she told him again.

"You did something with our son? Something...sexual?" he questioned, panic starting to set in.

"We did a lot of things," she confessed shyly.

"You need to tell me that this is a joke, Sarah."

...

...

His wife's decision to stare at the floor revealed the gravity of the situation. "Jesus Christ!"

"What am I supposed to do, Jack?" she shouted. "It's not like you left me any options!"

"Mike!!! Get down here!!!" he screamed upstairs.

Her guilt-ridden face changed to horror. What had she just done? "No, It wasn't his fault! He was just trying to help me!"

Footsteps sounded from above before the noise of hurried stomping filled the kitchen. Seconds later, their son joined them in the kitchen.

"Sit," Jack instructed his son.

Mike took a seat across the table.

Jack decided to get right to the point. "I know what you and your mother have been up to."

The high school senior instantly turned to his mom, completely flabbergasted. He quickly spun back around to face Dad. "I-I...it wasn't anything...uh...personal. I just--"

"You had sex with your mother?" Jack interrupted.

Mike gulped but his mouth was dry. It sounded pretty bad when he heard it out loud. "We um... We..."

Jack wasn't in the mood for games. "It's a yes or no answer, son. Did you and Mom have sex when I was gone?"

The teen's eyes were on the kitchen table below him. "Yeah..."

"You had sex?" Dad asked again. "Say it so I'm positive that I'm not misunderstanding anything."

"We had sex," Mike admitted, meek as ever. He couldn't believe the situation that he found himself in.

Jack stood up and walked out of the back of the house, disappearing into the backyard.

"You told him!?"

Sarah immediately bolted back to her son. "I had to."

"What!? Why!? Mom, oh my God!"

"Baby, it'll be fine," she said in an attempt to relax his nerves.

"It'll be fine? It'll be fine!?" he yelled. "What!? No, it won't! He's going to lose his mind!"

"Dad isn't like that."

He looked around the kitchen, frantic. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! I need to get a knife or something."

"A knife!?"

"He's going to try to kill me!" Mike shouted as he bolted out of his seat. "I need something to protect myself! Go upstairs and lock your bedroom door!"

She hurried out of her chair and moved in front of the drawer that held the silverware. "Sit down! No one is going to try to kill anyone. Sweetheart, relax."

He sat back in his seat, running his hands through his thick hair. "He's going to do something. Mom, he knows that we messed around! He's not just going to walk in here and be fine with it!"

"And he's not going to try to kill you either!" Mom told him. "Yes, maybe there will be some yelling and stuff, but we'll work through it. It'll all blow over."

He was dumbfounded. "It'll blow over? Really? Is that what you think? Dad just found out that his son has been fucking his wife. Do you honestly think that will just blow over?"

Her attempt to answer his rather sarcastic question was cut short by her husband making his way back into the house. Jack found his original seat in front of his laptop, appearing to be deep in thought.

A few moments of silence passed.

"How was it?"

The mother and son couldn't be more confused from what had come out of Jack's mouth.

"The sex," Jack clarified, his steady tone never swaying. "How was it?"

Sarah decided to take the lead. "Amazing."

"He's into the same stuff that you are?"

Her look possessed a healthy mix of joy and confusion. Jack was so cool and collected as he sat in front of his computer. There was no yelling, fighting, or even disappointment. It was a bizarre reaction.

She decided to be as honest as she could. "We're into the exact same stuff."

"The rough things too? Mike's into that?"

She nodded.

He looked at his son. "You're honestly into that stuff? You weren't just doing it for her?"

"I'm into it..." Mike answered cautiously, still unsettled by Dad's lack of passion and rage.

Jack took another moment to process the situation before he shocked everyone in the room. "I'm fine with it."

Sarah's brain nearly exploded. "What!?"

"I'm fine with it," Jack reaffirmed. "Listen, I can't keep up with you--obviously. Now, I don't have any interest in keeping up with you either. We've gone over that before. I'm busy, I have other stuff going on, and sex isn't as important to me as it is to you."

Sarah and Mike both couldn't believe what they were hearing.

"Mike is a good-looking, fit, eighteen-year-old jock. Something tells me that he can match your insane sex drive," Jack continued. "Sarah, I know that I can be distant at times. I know that I haven't made an attempt to give you what you want. I'm sorry. I do love you. I always have and I always will, but I can't give you what you need in bed. I would be furious right now if you cheated on me with literally any other guy. However, knowing that Mike took care of you doesn't bug me."

He decided to reassure his worried son. "It's fine."

The teen still wasn't sold. "I uh--"

"It's fine," Jack interrupted. "Really. It is. I'm okay with it."

Mike still couldn't get over what he'd heard. "You are?"

"You're taking care of Mom. How can I get mad about that?" he asked his son. "Here's how things will work from now on. From this moment forward, Mom's your girlfriend."

Mike's jaw dropped.

"It's your job to take her out, do things with her, and to fulfill all of her sexual needs," he went on. "Now, I'll obviously give you money, and I want you to treat her to dinner and surprise her with gifts from time to time. School and sports need to stay a priority for you, but Mom will be part of your daily routine from now on. I assume that you're good with that?"

"Am I good with that?" Mike laughed. He spun and observed the ear-to-ear smile on Mom's face. "Does that sound good to you?"

"It sounds amazing," she answered.

He looked back at Dad. "Can we like...um...mess around...whenever? Because we've kind of been going at it anywhere and everywhere."

"Yeah, don't pay me any concern," Jack said. "Just keep doing the stuff that you two have been up to while I was gone. Although, Mom is still your mother. I know that I don't have to tell you this, but you still need to treat her with respect. Just like I'm still your dad and that will never change. You're just a little more to Mom now."

Mike's newly-acquired smile matched that of his mother. "This is so fuckin' awesome. What if I want to make out with Mom right now? Is that cool?"

Jack looked back at his computer. "Fine with me."

Mike smiled at Mom and he didn't have to say a word. She was already on her way over. Moments later, she sat on his lap and the two kissed passionately--just like they had so many times over the past week.

He broke off their affection and gazed into the pretty blue eyes that he loved so much. "My girlfriend, huh?"

"Your girlfriend," she smirked before her tongue reached out and gave his lips a little lick. "Does my boyfriend want his big cock sucked?"

He glanced over at his father who seemed lost in his work. This was really happening! He had twenty-four seven, guilt-free access to the most unbelievable woman alive from this moment forward! He could take her out on dates and fool around whenever he wanted! Not only was he encouraged to do so, but Dad told him it was his job!

He whispered into Mom's ear and watched her beautiful face swiftly light up with excitement. She jumped out of his lap and scrambled out of the kitchen and upstairs to her room.

"Thanks, Dad."

Jack nodded as he remained focused on his work.

"She's fuckin' amazing," Mike went on. "You're a lucky guy. I mean, she's the most incredible girl ever."

He took a peek at his son. His look of disagreement was impossible to miss. "Yeah...she's a good woman."

"She's more than that. God, she's so unbelievable. I'm going to be completely honest with you. I felt guilty all week. Don't get me wrong, it was the greatest six days of my life; but you're my dad, and I love you. It didn't feel right, but Mom's needs come before everything else. I could never say no to her. I'm just happy that you not only know about it, but you're on board with it too. It's a huge relief."

The sound of footsteps distracted Jack before he could manage to continue his conversation with his son, and what he saw caused a look of confusion to immediately sweep across his face. "Really?"

Sarah and Mike exchanged grins.

"Daddy's girl?" he asked, pointing at the black collar wrapped around his wife's neck. "Where did you get that from?"

"It was a present from Mike," she told him before catching herself. "Excuse me, it was a present from Daddy. Now, I'd love to chat about it, but my daddy needs his blowjob."

She dropped to her knees, tugged her son's athletic shorts down to his knees, and accepted his hard cock between her lips.

Jack tried his hardest to focus on his work, but it was rather difficult with what he was hearing. Maybe Sarah hadn't exaggerated when she talked about some of her more outlandish fantasies? The conversation he currently listened to was quite the eye opener.

"Anytime I want," Mike moaned while Mom was busy doing what she did best. "You're going to be a good girl and keep Daddy happy, aren't you?"

Her tongue slid along his thick shaft before she gazed up at him. "Of course, that's my job. To keep my daddy happy."

"Give me that fuckin' mouth," he grunted as he grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and pushed her head down on his rock-hard erection. "Daddy's little cock hungry slut."

Sounds of choking filled the kitchen as Sarah kneeled before her son obediently and allowed him to use her throat. There was no more guilt or frustration. She now had a lifetime of fun and attention in store for her. Her little angel would always be there for her, and she had zero doubt that she would always be there for him as well. They were a match made in heaven.

"Can I get some money, Dad?"

Jack's baffled eyes left the sight of his wife being blissfully face-fucked, and moved to the guy seated next to him. "Money?"

"Yeah, I want to take Mom out to dinner tonight," Mike said.

Sarah may as well have been living a dream. First, she could openly worship the love of her life whenever she wanted. Second, her baby wanted to spend all of his free time with her! It was heaven!

Jack retrieved his wallet and slid a trio of twenties in front of his son.

"Give Lisa a call."

She pulled off of her son's perfect dick and gazed into his eyes. "Lisa?"

"Yep, she's coming to dinner with us," Mike told her.

Selfishly, Sarah wanted her angel all to herself, but she was responsible for his latest decision, wasn't she? She'd raised a perfect gentleman, after all. Only a guy like her son would invite his mother's best friend to dinner. He was so thoughtful. And--

Sarah's jaw abruptly dropped.

Memories rushed back from their first time together in the shower. While her angel was certainly a gentleman, his offer to invite her girlfriend to dinner wasn't made with innocent intentions. No, he had something naughty on his mind, and his wicked look confirmed her hunch. Tonight, her baby wanted to be bad.

She jumped to her feet and bolted for the stairs, eager to get her phone that was up in her bedroom.

"Tell Lisa to wear something sexy!" Mike yelled as he listened to his mother bolt upstairs. "I want to see her big fuckin' tits!"

She ran into her bedroom and called her bestie. She didn't need to be instructed regarding her wardrobe because she knew exactly what her son wanted to see when it came to her outfit. She would show plenty of skin tonight, her girlfriend would wear something exceptionally provocative after she relayed her invitation to dinner with a mysterious stud, and Mike would totally seduce her BFF over a good meal.

A few hours from now, she would share Mike with her girlfriend. She could help Lisa's complete lack of a sex life, Mike would get to live every guy's fantasy, and she would be responsible for the big smile on his handsome face. Hey, it was what she lived for at the end of the day. Mike may have been her man now, but he would always be her little angel. She just wanted to make him happy.