1 Bump in the Night

I wasn't sure what the sound was at first that brought me out of sleep, I lay on my side staring at the dark bedroom waiting. There it was again; like a soft thump. I glanced at the glowing numbers on the digital clock on my nightstand; good God it was almost 2am.

I pulled back the covers gently, slipping out of bed. Not only did I not want to alert whoever or whatever made the noises, but I didn't want to wake my husband Carl.

Why would a grown woman investigate strange sounds in her house, and not send her husband? That was easy, you don't sent Clark Kent to the rescue. Well, he isn't quite Clark Kent...ok he is. Carl is a good man; a solid provider, a good father, and a loving husband of almost twenty years. Neanderthal man he isn't. I would shit myself if there was an aggressive bone in the man's body.

You could just think of a five foot two man, one hundred and fifty pounds, standing in his pajama pants telling you to stop or he'll what...scream like a little girl?

I passed my robe on the chair and slipped through the half open door of the bedroom, out into the hallway. I paused in the dark and waited again. There it was, that soft thump again, and it was coming from downstairs.

I slipped down the steps, making sure to pass the fourth one, knowing that thing creaked like a church floorboard. Once downstairs I glanced around and caught the flicker of light coming from the living room.

Was it a flashlight? Did we have a burglar? I slid the umbrella off the coat tree and slowly advanced on the archway leading from the main hall into the living room. Fearing the worst, I peeked just around the archway opening.

I damn near dropped the umbrella on the floor. The flickering wasn't a flashlight, but our big sixty-two inch high definition, wall mounted television. I caught the brief flash of people moving across the screen, some kind of movie, but my attention immediately focused on the sandy haired head poking above the couch.

God dammit it Darrin, I thought. Nineteen years old and brain dead; he was up watching television in the middle of the damned night. I took one step into the living room and froze; I watched Darrin reach out and lift a small bottle from the end table, and then what looked like squirt something into his lap. With a small thud he dropped the bottle back onto the glass top. Ok, that explained the sound.

Now to give the boy hell for scaring the shit out of me, I thought. I took one more step, and froze again; as this time my eyes locked on the television screen. I stared wide eyed as a massive cock slid between two fat pussy lips right before my eyes.

I admit, the cock was fucking huge; but I was stunned to watch as a young man not much older than Darrin himself, shove his dick into a platinum blonde with huge fake tits; who had to be at least my age if not older.

I could only stare as the young man began to pile drive into the older woman; and you could clearly tell by the look on her face that she was enjoying every stroke.

There was no sound coming from the television, which puzzled me. That was until Darrin turned and reached for the small bottle again. This time I saw the small headphones he was wearing covering his ears.

It was evident he was happily listening to this older whore taking a pounding, which meant he never heard the sound of the bottle on the glass table.

I watched as he squirted a second time. What the hell was he doing? Ok, I was half asleep, and my brain wasn't totally working. I took two more steps and looked over the back of the couch; was that ever a mistake.

I got the second shock of the night as my eyes fastened on what had to be at least eight or nine inches of fat cock. It glistened with baby oil, and Darrin's fist was pumping up and down it.

My nineteen year old son was masturbating to porn, on my living room wide screen television; and this forty year old mother did the unthinkable. I froze and watched that fist glide up and down that cock with a wet slurp.

When I saw his cock twitch in his grip, I felt the most astonishing thing; the gusset of my night gown was suddenly soaked as fluids leaked out of me. Jesus, I couldn't be getting turned on?

I glanced up at the television, and felt a new rush of fluids as I realized the couple on the screen had changed positions. The young man was now kneeling behind the older woman, and had mounted her like some animal. His hips were slapping away at her shaking ass; and I could faintly hear her screams as the sound leaked out of Darrin's headphones.

Carl is a wonderful man, I would never say otherwise. Like I said he didn't have an aggressive bone in his body, and that extended to the bedroom. Let's be realistic; women love the romantic passionate sex; but there are times, just some times, that every woman wants to know what it would be like to just be taken and fucked senseless.

I stared at the screen watching raptly as this young stallion just jack hammered into the poor woman's pussy, and then I heard Darrin grunt. The sound brought my eyes back down, and I was frozen to the spot, watching; as the thickest, longest rope of cum erupted from the tip of his cock.

It shot straight up and then splashed across his chest and belly, while his body heaved on the couch.

"Fuck" I whispered softly.

I felt a wrench in my own gut as I watched my son orgasm before my eyes. Horrified at my own reaction, I stumbled back from the couch and beat a hasty retreat to my bedroom.

Sliding under the covers next to Carl, I listened to his soft breathing as I continued to hear my son grunting thru his climax. I couldn't help it, I swear to God; images of that monster spewing its load filled my mind as my fingers filled my aching pussy. It wasn't more than two minutes and my body was wracked by a violent orgasm.

Guilt and shame ate at my mind the entire next day. Going to bed that night, I lay awake, unable to fall asleep. I tortured myself with what a bad mother I was, what a horrible wife I had become; until I heard the soft thump again.

I felt like a moth flying straight to the flame. I knew it was wrong, I knew it was forbidden. I knew that no good mother watched her son jerking off. I also knew every time I stood behind that couch and watched Darrin unload; it sent a fresh wash of juices down my thighs.

By the fourth night, I tried to get Carl to help relieve that ache between my thighs. Twenty minutes of gentle loving in the dark, hearing my husbands' soft sigh as he came; did nothing. If anything, it made the burning only greater.

It was the fifth night, a Monday; that Darrin upped the stakes. I don't know how he knew, but I must have made sounds or something. It was really beside the point; he just knew I was there.

Standing behind the couch, my hand down my soaked panties; I shook with fear when he spoke.

"You can sit down mom" Darrin said softly.

I almost ran from the living room in fear...almost. Like the transfixed moth, I drifted around the corner of the couch, and slowly eased down at the farthest point from him.

I didn't know what I wanted to look at more; my own son's hand gliding up and down his oil slick cock; or the older woman on the screen getting pounded into the wall by a stud half her age.

Darrin never took his eyes off the screen, which settled my nerves just a bit. I noticed one of the headphone covers was on an ear, while the other was down on his cheek. That must have been how he heard me, I realized.

I could feel the ache between my thighs as I watched Darrin stroke himself. God how badly I wanted to reach down between my legs and ram my fingers up my hungry pussy as I watched him.

I trembled as Darrin grunted softly. Then I felt a huge gush of fluids as he came.

"Mom" I heard him softly moan.

I quickly rose from the couch and beat a hasty retreat. Burrowing into my covers, trying to burn that single word out of my mind; my son had orgasmed, thinking of me.

Yes, I did it again. Lying there beside my unsuspecting husband, I frigged my soaking wet pussy until I pulsed with pleasure, softly moaning my sons name as tremors wracked my body.

I was horrified; I had become a base creature; I had masturbated to thoughts of my son; right beside my husband. True I hadn't had sex, but in my mind I had been as unfaithful as any woman could be.

The next two nights I closed the bedroom door, and hugged my pillow when the sounds of Darrin in the living room drifted up in the night. It was three nights later, Friday night, that Darrin once again upped the stakes.

We had just finished watching a movie together; Carl mentioned heading to bed, and Darrin rose from the easy chair.

"I'm heading to bed too" Darrin said to us.

"Night Dad" I watched as he stepped over to me.

Darrin leaned down and I felt his lips on my cheek, right at the corner of my mouth, just brushing mine.

"Night mom" he said softly. "Watching television alone...isn't as much fun."

I sat stunned as he walked from the living room. Dear God, had he just invited me? Could he be so brazen as to invite his mother to a masturbation session, where she was the object of the fantasies?

As I prepared for bed that night, I don't think I mentally registered the fact that instead of my usual nightly over-sized shirt and panties, I had put on one of my lighter night gowns.

It wasn't until I heard the thump, had slipped from my bed, and descended the stairs. When I entered the half lit living room, the flickering light from the television suddenly highlighted the thin baby doll I was wearing, and I suddenly realized my matching panties were gossamer thin.

I started to turn and leave when I heard Darrin.

"Please" he gave a soft plea.

I turned and slipped around the couch, slowly sliding into the cushion. I left one foot dangling on the floor, while my other leg was bent with the foot on the couch. That simple move opened the gap between my thighs, giving him an unobstructed view of my ultrathin panties.

I glanced over and saw a half flaccid cock in Darrin's grip. I watched with fascination as it hardened and filled out before my eyes. I swore I could see the veins pulse on that thick shaft.

"Me?" I whispered.

"Yes you." Darrin grunted back.

"Oh my God" I couldn't suppress the half moan.

Nor could I stop the hand that slowly glided down my belly; the fingers dipping inside the waistband of my panties. I couldn't even tell you what the movie was about, as I stared at his throbbing cock; feeling my fingers slide across my slick lips.

"Darrin" I gasped.

It was like parts of me I didn't recognize, were awakening inside me. I stared as this virile, strapping man; jerking a fat hard cock; one that had gotten hard...from me.

My fingers found my opening, and slid deep inside with a wet sucking noise. My hand began matching his motion, fucking myself in time to his pumping fist.

"Oh Jesus" I moaned as my belly tightened.

"Fuck mom" Darrin grunted.

"Yes baby" I moaned.

At the same time I watched thick wads erupt from his cock, I felt my own fluids flow out to soak the couch. I shuddered and trembled as I watched white cream coat his hand and drip down his shaft.

I wanted to turn and rub back to my bedroom, but it was as if my hand was glued between my drenched thighs. I could hear the wet sloshing as my fingers slowly slid in and out.

I was stunned to realize he was still rock hard; God he had just blown his hot cum all over his fist and that monster looked as hard as a steel pipe.

Darrin slowly shifted on the couch, turning to partially face me; by now my entire vision was filled with that enormous cock, watching his cum slick fist pumping up and down. I shivered as I felt the incredible urge to bend over and run my tongue the full length of him, tasting his cream.

"You're still hard" I stated the obvious.

"Because of you" Darrin panted.

I could see his eyes riveted between my thighs, I wondered how much could he really see. Without even thinking clearly, I reached down with my other hand and tugged the gusset of my soaked panties to the side. He now had a clear view as my slick cum covered fingers plowed in and out. I was never much of a shaver, and worried about the dark curls of hair that hid part of his view.

"Is that better?" I husked.

"Yes" Darrin grunted back.

"I don't shave..." I said hesitantly.

"Good" his voice this with lust interrupted me.

The movie was totally forgotten as we sat barely feet apart, pleasuring our bodies together. I had never seen a man masturbate or even orgasm before; Carl was always squeamish when I asked. Darrin seemed to delight in showing his body off, and at this point who was I to argue.

I saw his cock pulse and then jerk in his grip. My walls tightened around my probing fingers as I realized he was getting close a second time.

"Are you going to cum again?" I whispered.

"Yessssss" Darrin hissed back.

"Cum for me baby" I heard myself coo. God what had I become?

"Cum for your mother" I couldn't stop myself.

"Oh mom" I heard him softly mom.

"Oh God" I whispered almost in unison.

A river flowed between my thighs as I pumped his cock, feeling it spasm and swell in my grip. Mental images flood my brain, of me bent over sucking that fat cock into my mouth; of me straddling him, sliding my tight pussy down his cock.

I couldn't even tell you how long I sat there stroking him. I do know how it ended. I felt his hips start to pump up to meet my hand, and I began to pick up the pace.

"I'm going..." Darrin grunted.

"Cum for me" I panted back.

"Oh Jesus...oh fuck." Darrin grunted. Then he gave a soft whimper "mom".

I felt his already enormous cock swell, and then jerk in my grip. I couldn't tear my eyes away as this wad of spunk shot into the air and then coated my hand. God, a second rope and then a third rope pumped out of his body. It had been years since Carl had cum this much.

I looked up at his face and saw the most wonderful look of raw pleasure in his eyes. He wasn't watching the movie, he was staring at me. So much of the guilt I had been feeling ebbed away as I realized he wanted this as much as I did.

As his body began to settle back, I laid his still hard cock along his belly. I could hear him panting to catch his breath. Like I was hypnotized, I stared at my hand soaked in cum as I brought it higher. The scent filled my nostrils just as my tongue took a long swipe of that thick liquid.

Between the scent and the flavor of him; I felt a bolt rip from my tongue to my breasts, both my nipples turning into instant pebbles. The bolt then drove down, casing flexing spasms in my belly.

I moaned softly when it slammed into my groin, causing another hot gush of fluids to soak my robe under me. Darrin turned as he slid from the couch, and in only mere seconds he was kneeling between my spread thighs.

"Darrin...you can't..." God I struggled just to speak in my hazed state; and it didn't stop him anyway.

"Ffffuuccckkkkkkkk" I groaned as a hot mouth closed over my sodden lips.

My ass lifted off the couch as I ground my pelvis up at him. Carl was never much for oral; he considered it dirty and disgusting. The last time I had a mouth on me was over eight years ago when I had gotten him drunk.

My mind blanked for a few seconds as I felt a hot tongue pierce me, probing deep. Then my belly gave a gigantic wrench as fluids poured out of me. Reaching down I gripped his head, my nails almost clawing at his scalp.

Jesus he had only been down there one maybe two minutes, and he had me cumming like a fountain. I watched the young man on the screen mount the woman he had called his mother from behind. The thought that could be me rocketed through my brain.

Darrin hadn't stopped or barely slowed down. His tongue first probed my sticky depths, and then slid out pressing against my clit. My body was still climbing, even higher than my first orgasm.

Stunned I looked down and locked eyes with my son. There before me was the most obscene sight I had ever seen. My thighs spread lewdly wide; Darrin's face pressed into my matted pubic hair, slick with my juices.

"Darrin...baby...what are you..." I still couldn't formulate words as I shook and vibrated on the couch.

A brief flash of motherly common sense hit me at just how wrong this was swept through me. It was quickly crushed when two fat fingers slid up deep inside me; while hot lips captured my throbbing clit.

I wanted to throw my head back and scream, but knew my poor sleeping husband was upstairs. Instead I gurgled and whimpered my way through a mind breaking orgasm. I quivered and shook as my pussy cream poured into my sons' mouth, and I could hear him swallow.

It was the most obscene thing I had ever heard, and it made my orgasm drag on and on as he ravaged my pussy. When he finally pulled his face back and rocked back on his heels, I was a mass of jelly just panting on the couch.

I saw my juices drip from his chain, over half his face was covered in my cream. I could feel the damp couch cushion under my ass; both my robe and the couch were soaked from what had escaped his mouth.

I drifted my gaze down, and oh my God; that rampant huge cock stood proud as a steel bar from his groin as he crouched in front of me. I felt a spasm between my thighs as I stared at it; I wanted...

Shaking my head, trying to clear my mind of that obscene thought; I pulled myself from the couch. I staggered from the living room on wobbly legs, as quickly as I could move my body I rushed back to my bedroom. Throwing my wet cum soaked robe into the laundry hamper in the bathroom, I slid on my night shirt and slipped into bed.

I thought sleep would help, purge me of the thoughts inside my head. It only made things worse as dreams of Darrin and that hard cock pounding into me while I screamed my pleasure woke my sweat drenched body in the morning.

All that day I was in a constant state of arousal. It was as if my body couldn't get enough. I fingered myself to a massive orgasm in the shower; screaming Darrin's name as I exploded onto my hand.

By lunch I was stretched out on my bed, ramming the handle of my hair bush between my thighs, as I imagined that huge pole splitting me in half.

By the time I stood at the stove, desperately trying to focus on cooking, I could feel my juices soaking through my panties, and dripping down my thighs.

When Carl arrived home, it was that same familiar cold kiss on the cheek; I wanted to rage at him to ravage me right there; instead I watched him silently leave the kitchen, heading for his office.

Not more than fifteen minutes later I stood at the sink washing vegetables, as I heard the front door open and close. I tensed, waiting; but when nothing happened after a few moments, I breathed a sigh of relief, and lowered my guard.

I jerked upright as two powerful arms slid under mine; and two large paws enveloped my breasts through my blouse. I moaned as fingers pinched my suddenly rock hard nipples. The silliest though came into my mind.

I wasn't wearing a bra. Why wasn't I wearing a bra? I always wear a bra. Why wasn't I wearing my bra? Did I leave it off for him? My mind went back and forth in that instant.

Then warm moist lips descended on my neck, and a shiver shot through me. I felt them kissing down my neck, as an uncontrolled gush of fluids filled my panties.

"Do you know how bad I want to fuck you?" Darrin's voice rumbled in my ear.

"Darrin" was all I could gasp back.

I clung to the edge of the sink as he began to knead my breasts. I felt his hips shift, and then a hard thick cock press into the crease of my ass.

"That bad" his voice matched his actions.

"Oh God...Darrin...we can't...OOOhhhhhhh" my words were cut off as he tugged on my aching nipples.

I couldn't think clearly as my body lit on fire. What were those words; assertive and aggressive and strong? This was an alpha male behind me; and he made no bones about what he wanted.

"See you tonight mom" his words sent a bolt from my tortured nipples deep into my belly.

Then, as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone. I stood trembling at the sink; I couldn't even hold the pan as my hands shook so badly. Finally gaining control of my legs, I moved towards the stove. I was shocked to feel the wet squish between my thighs as my now soaked panties clung to me. God, I didn't know which was sicker; that my son had just molested me in broad daylight in our kitchen; or that I had loved every damn second of it.

All through the evening, it drove me insane that he was so calm, and almost indifferent. It was as if what had happened in the kitchen had been some dream of my fevered mind. This time when he left for bed, I almost screamed at his words.

"You're mine" his throaty voice whispered in my ear; after his warm lips grazed mine.

As I lay in bed, listening to Carl's even breathing, I vowed to not give in tonight. I startled when I heard that familiar bump from downstairs. God he was doing it again. I stared into the darkness, the image of that huge cock oiled and glistening in my mind; seeing his hand pumping up and down it.

After the second bump, I heard my heart hammering in my chest. I could feel the growing moistness between my thighs. As if my body had a mind of its own, I silently slid from under the covers.

I glanced at my husband as I dropped my night shirt on the floor by the bed. As I slipped into my robe and quietly padded to the stairs, I knew that poor docile Carl, was losing me; and to his own son at that.

I didn't even bother belting my robe as I descended to the living room. Why should I, he would want it open anyway. As I entered the living room, Darrin turned and looked at me.

"Good girl" he said softly.

God help me, I felt a shiver run down my spine while soft warmth filled my belly. Did it mean that much to me that I was pleasing him? I silently walked the few steps around the edge of the couch. For a moment I gazed at the television. He had the same movie from that first night on again. I watched as the platinum blonde knelt, swallowing the young man's cock. I could see the pleasure on both their faces as she serviced him.

I started to ease down onto the couch, when Darrin spoke again. "No" is single word froze me in place.

"Kneel down" his voice rumbled.

I didn't need to be told, I knew what he wanted. Without a sound, I knelt between his thighs; I could see the powerful muscles in his legs as he shifted to make room for me.

I couldn't tear my eyes away as I stared at that rampant monster between his thighs. God it looked magnificent.

"Suck it." His words pierced my numbed mind.

While my brain screamed at how humiliating this had to look, my body was already complying with his demand. I reached out my hands to hold his cock as I leaned my upper body forward, my mouth opening to meet his fat cock.

I was startled when Darrin reached down and gripped my wrists. He had instructed me to do this, and yet he was stopping me.

"No hands" his voice was soft but strong in the silence of the living room.

No hands, dear God. It had been over ten years since I had given Carl oral sex. He was barely over five inches. Now Darrin wanted me to give him my mouth without restraint, for this monster. Yet, even as my brain tried to find a way to refuse, it was already too late.

My hands rested on my thighs as my head continued its descent. As that purple swollen head slid into my mouth, it was as if my world exploded.

The smell hit me first, quickly followed by the taste as he slid deeper into my mouth. God help me, I was sucking my son; and fuck did he taste good.

"Mmmmmmmmm" I couldn't suppress the guttural moan as I slid down further.

My mouth slid down to about halfway, then pursing my lips around him I slid back up. I could feel his veins pulse against my tongue as I began to slowly bob my head up and down.

"Fucking tease" I heard Darrin mutter.

His fingers knotted in my hair, and felt his large hands holding the sides of my head tight. What was he...?

"I said. SUCK IT" his deep voice commanded again.

Suddenly he pulled down on my head, and over two thirds of that fat...thick...cock; slid to the back of my throat. I gagged as the head pressed against the back of my throat; but God help me there wasn't an ounce of resistance in me.

I could hear myself; gagging and softly choking; as spit dripped down my chin. I felt a hot gush of fluids between my thighs, as I knelt like a whore and devoured my son's hard cock.

A flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye startled me. I almost panicked, thinking Carl had discovered us; and then suddenly realized I was seeing the reflection of myself in the glass of the china cabinet along the wall.

I thought the images from before had been obscene, this out stripped them all. I stared to the side, watching as if it was happening to someone else, as Darrin fucked some older woman's throat.

The only thing was; that wasn't just some older woman; that was ME kneeling there. Just like in the movie playing behind me, I knelt there, letting my son use my mouth, use my body; for his pleasure.

Where Carl caressed, Darrin ravaged. Where Carl shared, Darrin took. Where Carl made love, Darrin fucked. For the first time in my life I knew what it was like to be taken; and I was having my own continuous orgasm from it.

I tried to breathe when he slid back, and then relax my throat as he pounded back in. When I felt my node bump into his pubic hair, I felt the thrill of victory. I had taken that whole monster down my throat.

The sensation of being deep throated must have been too much for Darrin. I heard him grunt as his ass slightly lifted off the couch.

"I'm going to cum...oh fuck mom." I heard his groan softly.

If I could have, I would have begged for his hot seed right then; I couldn't because I had nine inches of fat cock shoved down my throat. I gave the only sign I could.

"Nnngghhhmmpppfffff" I moaned around his cock

I was used to Carl's little spittle; so when Darrin's cock jerked inside my mouth; I was not prepared. God how can you prepare for a fountain of cream when it floods into your mouth?

I tried to swallow as I coughed and gagged around his huge load. Cum ran from the corners of my mouth.

His lips separated from mine and he held for a moment; staring into my eyes.

"Mine" he whispered.

That single word completed everything. He was claiming me. I was about to commit two of the biggest sins there was, and I didn't care. The words adultery and incest echoed through my brain as I felt him begin to slide inside my dripping hole.

"Darrin" I gurgled.

I could feel my walls stretching to fit his enormous cock; burning pleasure washing through my belly. I was doing it, I was fucking my son. As my ass drove back against the door, it struck me; I wasn't fucking my son; he was taking me.

We hadn't even made it the ten feet to his bed and we were copulating like animals. My nails dug into his shoulders as he delved deeper inside me than any man had ever been. I pushed back on his shoulders and stared down between our bodies. Dear God, I was already so full inside, yet I could clearly see that barely over half of his length was inside me.

Darrin shoved his hips forward; I felt his girth drag that fat dick along my clit; and settled completely inside me. My head snapped up at his sudden motion, and with a soft thump the back of my head banged softly against the door. Dimly I compared, I mean what woman wouldn't. Where the father would hesitate from my orgasm, it only seemed to fuel the son. Where the father would hesitate; the son took.

His hips pulled back and then pounded forward, slamming his cock deep inside me. Two strokes, it was only two strokes and my pussy exploded.

"Cumming" I grunted as pleasure washed over me.

Even as my pussy spasmed, dumping my hot cream all over his cock; I felt Darrin's hands slide down my body. He lifted my thighs until my legs wrapped around his waist.

With what seemed little effort he turned and took the few steps to the edge of his bed. It was such a new sensation; to cling to his muscular body, basically impaled on nine inches of cock. I was in sheer heaven as he slowly knelt, until my ass came to rest on the edge of the bed.

It was incredible, I don't know how he did it; but he managed to stay lodged in me even as he now knelt between my lewdly spread thighs. I thought he was going to lay me out on the bed like I had seen in his porn movies; instead he kept his arms wrapped around me, my body pressing into his.

Now more comfortably positioned on his knees; his hips began to move. I could hear the obscene sucking between our bodies as he powered in and out of my dripping pussy.

"Fuck me...fuck me..." I moaned as he took me.

My experience in the bedroom before had been one of soft grunting and darkness. Carl refused to leave a light on; and the couple of occasions I had tried using a bit of spicy language; he had complained how I acted like a street whore.

For Darrin it seemed the complete opposite. As I moaned for him to fuck me, his hips picked up speed and power. I could hear the slapping of our skin together as he rocked the bed. My nipples were dragging up and down his hard chest as he fucked into me like a possessed animal as I clung to him.

What had it been...three...four orgasms? I was losing count as I felt my belly start to tighten again. I could feel how deep he was stretching me, sending small electric bolts through my belly.

"God you're tight" Darrin whispered in my ear.

"You're fucking huge" I hissed back.

I stared into his dark eyes, watching the pleasure mount inside him. He was just as lost as I was; and I knew it.

"Motherfucker" I moaned softly.

"Such a slutty mother" his hot breath was on my neck.

"Oh God...fuck me baby..." I moaned, pulling him tighter. "Don't...stop...going...to...cum..." I grunted between powerful strokes.

"Cum on me mom" Darrin moaned.

"Darrin..." I moaned as my walls tightened.

"Take it mom...take my seed." I heard him growl.

I tightened my pelvis, squeezing my walls down on him. As I felt his thick cock pulse inside me, a giant heat filled my belly. Oh God, he was cumming...inside me.

I dimly heard a low guttural moan; and my body erupted. I clung to his frame like a deranged child as I twitched and shuddered. I felt my own juices flood out of me replaced by a second thick hot wad filling my gut.

"Yesssss" I moaned.

"Cummminnggg" Darrin moaned in unison with me.

It was twenty minutes later that I finally roused myself from my sons' bed. I could feel his thick seed seep between my swollen lips and begin to trickle down my sticky thighs.

"I love you" I whispered softly to his sleeping form as I slipped out of the door.

I didn't even take the time to clean myself as I slid into my side of the bed. I sighed softly, realizing Carl would never even notice. It was all right, I thought. Carl could consume himself with work and gold; I would consume myself being my son's slut.