The Sleepwalker Ch. 02

Schaka©

This the sequel to The Sleepwalker. For the most part, it is a standalone story. Nevertheless, reading the first part would increase your understanding of the characters.

As opposed to the normal incest story, I want to explore the complexities of relationships. Because of that, I want to issue a warning:

This story and its subsequent chapters will include male bi-sexual content. If you are offended by this do not read this story!!

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Josh woke to the burr of his cell phone. He rolled to the edge of his king sized platform bed, grabbed the phone and checked the caller ID. It was his mom.

"Morning, mom"

"Good morning, Baby! I just wanted to thank you for a great wedding present!"

Josh smiled to himself as he recalled the 3some with his mother and her best friend, Sue Allen. It was a memorable evening. "You are very welcome, mom! How is the bridegroom?"

Carol frowned as she thought about her answer. Jon was upstairs still sleeping. She was married 24 hours and the only sex she had was a mind-blowing experience with her son. Gingerly, she crossed her full legs. There was a pleasurable soreness to her ass and pussy. Josh had fucked her hard and well. "He is still in bed. What are your plans for the day?"

Josh considered his answer. His first thought was that he wished to continue where they left off last night. After years of estrangement, he and his mom had reconciled. The fact that the reconciliation also included sex was not lost on him. "No plans for today, mom. I'll probably knock around the apartment."

Carol stood and walked to the sink to rinse her coffee cup. Her open mid-thigh silk robe flowed back across her breasts. It caused her nipples to sting. She recalled Sue Allen and Josh nibbling on them last night, her wedding night, while her newly anointed husband snored drunkenly in the next room. "Mmm, I may stop by later on!"

Josh rolled from his bed naked and padded around the waist high partition that separated his bed from his office. He walked past his desk and into the bathroom. He had to piss like a racehorse. He held his phone with one hand and took his cock in hand with the other. The faint aroma of sex wafted from his loins. He needed a shower and quick he thought as a thick yellow stream of urine splashed noisily into the toilet. "What about your husband, Jon, what will he think?"

"Are you peeing," Carol asked as the sound of splashing water came over her phone?

"Yes, mom, I had to go bad!"

"Ummm, baby I wish I could be there to hold it for you!"

John frowned as his mother uttered those words. As good as the sex was last night, he wondered if he wanted an ongoing sexual relationship with his mother. It was incest. Discovery would be devastating. He sighed. "Mom last night was great but where is this going?"

Carol turned and leaned against the kitchen sink. She took one large breast in her hand. She squeezed it firmly and then let her hand slide out to her tender nipple. She pulled hard on the nipple, relishing the pain. Her pinkish pebble sized nipple swelled to the size small grapes. She recalled the mantra Josh's father made her chant some many years ago. The mantra that she intoned while Josh had pounded her pussy that first night. "Pain and pleasure! Pleasure and pain. There is no difference!"

"Josh, we need to talk for sure! We need to work out who we are and where this might ended up. But I want to say right up front, I have no regrets."

"Mom, let me get cleaned up." He shook the last drops from his cock and flushed the toilet. As he walked back into the bedroom, he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was 10:30 am. Sunday morning. "If you can get away, maybe we could meet for lunch?"

Carol's heart jumped at the prospect of seeing her son. "Honey, I've see Jon like this before. He is down for the count. What about Allen's Bistro? You know the place in the park right by the lake?"

"Sounds good, Mom! Say about 12:30"

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He stood for a moment staring out of his bedroom door into the living area. The furniture could at best described as wholesale specials. He had brought the tufted green couch with him from school. Why he never understood. It was stained with the cum of himself and the many coeds who he fucked on it. In front of it was a butcher-block coffee table with an old lava lamp he picked up at a garage sale. The end table was an elaborated carved black Chinese looking affair with red highlights. The one new item was a black leather easy boy he recently added. Off to the left on the balcony was the lone strap lawn chair.

It was emblematic of his life. Disparate events thrown together. To that, he added sex with his mom. Another thing kind of thrown into his life. He recalled that time many years ago when he walked into her room just after one of her lover's left. He almost fucked her then. Instead, he sprayed his load all over her face and tits. He ran out of the house and out of her life. He felt himself getting hard. He casually grabbed his dick and stroked it slowly. It was not love then, it was sex. It was not love last night either. Who was this woman he treated like a $2 whore?

The doorbell ringing drew him out of his reverie. Who was that? He was not expecting anyone. The few women he dealt with were casual relationships. Never meant to be more than a date and a fuck. None of them would stop by unannounced. He stepped into the doorway leading to the living room and called out "Yes? Who is it?'

Muffled by the door and the distance he heard: "it's Susan Allen, Josh. Open up!"

And then there was that, he thought. A 60-year-old cougar with a cuckold for a husband. The day of his mother's wedding, he fucked her first in the laundry room. Then later she had sucked his dick clean right after he fucked his mother's ass. At 30, he had fucked his mother then had a 3some with her and her married friend. His cock got rigidly hard as the image of him pounding his mom's ass while she licked Sue's pussy and Sue sucked on his balls. "Just a minute," he called. Josh stepped back into his bedroom, grabbed an old terry cloth robe from the door hanger.

As he walked across the room, he slipped it on and tied it around his waist. He was dimly aware that his hard cock formed a significant tent in the knee length robe. What the hell, he thought; I have fucked her twice in 24 hours. There was no need for false modesty. He opened the door and was shocked to see Susan Allen and her husband, Trevor standing at his door.

Susan looked summery in a silk white pantsuit. It flowed easily from her slim waist down her long legs. Greyish white mules finished the journey. From the waist up, the matching blouse shimmered in the back lit sunlight. It made the blouse semitransparent, revealing the outline of her small pert nipples. Josh could just see the pinkness of her nipples. Next to and slightly behind her, Trevor wore tan canvas boat shoes, khakis of a slightly darker color and plaid shirt. The casualness of their dress emphasized their wealth. Trevor was slightly shorter than Sue's 5' 8" or so. Although not fat by any means, he appeared so next to Sue's willowy model like body.

"Well," Sue chuckled, "are you going to invite us in?"

Josh stepped back. Holding the door with one hand, he extended the other. "Please, please, come in" What the fuck was this about, he thought. His stomach turned as he recalled the wedding barbecue. When Trevor had imperiously asked Sue where she had been. He thought then she was going to tell him that she just finished fucking Josh in the laundry room. Then she humiliated him by making him admit she forced him to suck off the male dancer at Carol's bachelorette party.

Susan breezed in with Trevor trailing behind. Josh noticed that Trevor's nose turned up as he scanned the eclectic living room. Josh indicated the ratty couch. "Please have a seat. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Sue floated down to the couch in a move that a runway model would envy. She was a very self-assured woman. At 60, she was aware for her sexuality and used it to offset any the signs of aging. At 64, Trevor's deeply tanned face was heavily lined. He was jowly with significant turkey waddle on his neck. His mouth was pursed as if he had just sucked a sour lemon. Above that mouth, a meticulously trimmed and waxed mingled grey black mustache perched. His hair was also mingled grey and coifed professionally. Every hair had a place and stayed there. In contrast to his wife's elegant perch, sitting back comfortably on the couch, her husband sat on the edge of the couch both feet planted firmly on the floor. He gave the impression that he feared it might collapse at any moment.

"We were in the area and decide to drop by to invite you to a dinner party this weekend."

Josh smiled inwardly at this casual lie. A phone call or an email would have accomplished the same purpose. It was also obvious the Trevor was uncomfortable being here.

"Why thank you, I'll try to make it!"

"It's for Carol and Jon. I know you want to be there for your mom and newly minted step dad."

Josh caught Sue's dismissive tone for Jon.

"Also, I told Trevor how hard you fucked me in the laundry room and how big your cock was. I wanted him to see what a real man looked like."

Josh froze. His eyes moved from Sue's smirk to Trevor's frown. Adrenalin pumped into his veins as the fight or flight syndrome kicked in. Was this crazy bitch trying to get him killed?

"I told Trevor," Sue continued, "that you took charge. I really had no choice! You sat me on that washing machine and fucked the shit out of me!"

Josh fixed his eyes on Trevor. This man's wife had just informed him that she fucked another man and that man was standing right in front of him. To paraphrase from an old western movie: Them's fighting words! Yet Trevor sat quietly. The only indication of any tension from her husband was beads of sweat on his forehead and a slight tremor of his lower lip.

"I'm not sure where all of this is going," Josh offered.

Sue beckoned Josh to come closer. Josh realized that this was designed to humiliate Trevor. If she were trying to inform him of her peccadillos, she would have told him of the 3some and the depths her submission. No, her game was control. He knew that in most dominants there was a submissive side.

Josh stepped closer. Sue reached up and undid the frayed belt on Josh's robe. As Josh kept a wary eye on Trevor, Sue's delicate hand tried to cup Josh's balls. They were as large as ostrich eggs, overflowing her small hands. Sue leaned forward. Her tongue licked out and caressed Josh's considerable length. She let the tip of her tongue travel the circumference of Josh's mushroom head. She moaned softly as he began to harden, the head taking on a deep purple color.

Sue leaned back and turned to look at her husband. "This is what a real cock looks like Trevor. This cock filled...! Ohhhh!"

Josh large hand grabbed the nape of Sue's neck. He roughly pulled her to him. With the other, he positioned his rapidly hardening tool at her mouth. "Bitch, stop talking and start sucking!" Josh forced two inches of dick into Sue's painted lips. The pink coral of her lipstick smeared his cock as he gripped her head in both hands and head fucked her. Sue's faced turned red and she made gurgling sounds as Josh's tool filled her mouth and bruised her throat.

Josh's eyes moved from Sue's bright red face to Trevor's. Trevor was torn between watching his wife suck another man's cock right in front of him and looking away in shame. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes.

"This is how your bitch likes it, man! She likes to be used." He noticed Sue was gagging, having trouble breathing. He pulled completely out of her mouth. Sue dropped to all fours, gagging and coughing, trying to get her breath. "She is just an old slut, my slut! If had more time I would make you watch me fuck her and then make you lick her clean." He grabbed Sue' by her pixie cut and pulled her head back.

"Open your mouth"

Obediently, Susan opened her mouth and looked up smiling at Josh. "You treat me so bad and I love it so much!"

Josh began stroking his cock over Sue's face. Sweat poured from his face. He groaned as his orgasm overtook him. Rope after rope of hot sperm hit first on Carol's forehead then dribbled over her nose and finally her mouth.

"Come here, Trevor" Meekly he stood and walked to where his wife knelt covered in Josh's come, licking her lips.

"Kiss me, Trevor" He knelt and tentatively pecked as his wife's come cover lips. Sue grabbed his head and forced her tongue in his mouth. When they finished kissing some of Josh's come had transferred to Trevor's face

Josh smiled as he watched the tableaux of the married couple making out below his still dripping cock. He watched as they stood his come on both of their faces.

"May we use your bathroom," Sue asked with a smile.

Josh pointed toward his bedroom. Trevor, head bowed, followed Sue into the bathroom. Josh sat in his easy chair and reflected on the radical changes that were occurring in his life. In less than 48 hours he had fucked his mother, had a 3some with her and Sue. Now he had jacked off on Sue's face while her husband watched. He could hear the water running in the bathroom. They exited the bathroom a few minutes later. They both had washed their faces; Sue had reapplied her makeup and looked the part of an idle wealthy dowager. Trevor would not meet Josh's eyes but moved quickly to the door.

Sue followed him, pausing to grab Josh's now soft cock. She stood on her toes and pecked him lightly on the lips while her husband watched pensively.

"I'll see you at the dinner party," she breathed. "Let's go Trevor"

* * *

Carol Cambreaux Taylor stepped from the cab in front of Allen's Garden Bistro. The sweltering heat was a physical force causing her to falter under its onslaught. As she moved toward the small footbridge leading across the rill that meandered through the restaurant, she was glad she had dressed for the heat. The denim blue Chambray dress she wore was lightweight and moved easily. As she approached the glass entryway, she saw the reflection of a 50-year-old woman who was a trifle overweight. The dress was loose enough to deemphasize the belly pooch she was developing. It stopped a 1-1/2" above her knees. Short enough to show off what she thought were her best feature, her legs. They were still relatively slim although fuller than had been in years past. But my ass is too big, she thought, as she watched the dress move rhythmically with the shifting of her hips. Self-consciously, her hand strayed to her hips, smoothing out the dress, and then to her flame red hair, sitting in a school marm bun on top of her head.

Her stomach quivered like a teenager on a first date. In some ways it was. She and Josh were estranged for twelve years. She contacted him, told him she was remarrying and to ask him to give her away. Events had cascaded relentless from that simple request. He had nearly stripped her naked in his SUV on the ride from her bachelorette party to her home. Then the incredible way he had taken her anally on her bed. She felt herself getting moist as she recalled the vicious slaps to her ass and her final total capitulation as he ass fucked her into submission. She wondered if his claim of being under the influence of sleeping pills and alcohol were valid.

Then there was her wedding night when he took her and Sue with her new husband sleeping drunk in the next room. The moistness became a flood. He was so masterful! She was glad she decided to wear panties, if you could call that wisp of powder blue thong panties.

The door attendant open the door, ushering her into the air-conditioned chill of the restaurant. "Good afternoon, Madam! Welcome to Allen's Garden Bistro! Will you be dining alone?"

"No...Umm...no, I am meeting my...!"

"Carol, Carol Cambreaux, it is so good to see you!" Allen Krane was a force of nature as he moved from the relative gloom of the restaurant proper to the sunlit foyer of his restaurant. He enveloped her in a massive bear hug and kissed her firmly on the mouth.

"Al, it is so good to see you!" Carol was a breathless at the effusiveness of the restaurant owner's greeting. However, she knew he put himself totally into everything he did, including his lovemaking.

Back in the day, her husband shared her with Allen and other men. Over time, the relationship with Allen evolved into a group marriage. In the year prior to her getting pregnant, the three of them had shared a bed nightly. Her pussy quivered as she recalled Allen's almost trip hammer pounding of her ass and pussy compared Josh Sr. slow methodical long dicking.

Shortly after Josh Jr was born, Josh Sr. was killed driving drunk on the mountain road. He stormed out of the house after he and Allen had a drunken argument about Josh Jr's paternity. She shared her grief and her bed with Allen. Then when Josh Jr was two, she turned down the last of Allen's repeated marriage proposals. They drifted apart.

Allen disappeared for several years. Rumor had it that he was travelling in the Orient. A few years back he had returned to town and opened this restaurant. His love of cooking made it an overnight success.

Allen turned to an Asian appearing man who trailed in his wake. "Chandra, Chandra, there is no charge for anything Mrs. Cambreaux wants. I personally will prepare her meal! Surely you are not dining alone?"

Overwhelmed, Carol laughed and held up one hand to get a word in. "First, it's not Mrs., Cambreaux anymore. It is Mrs. Taylor. I was married two days ago. And...!"

Allen's wide smile froze as the import of Carol's statement hit him. "Then you will be dining with your husband?"

Missing the change in Allen's demeanor completely, Carol said; "No my son Josh will be joining me!"

Allen Krane's demeanor took on an air of bemusement. "Josh! Josh is coming to my restaurant!" I haven't seen him since he was...!" Allen's extended his hand palm down indicating Josh's height when he last saw him.

"Well, he is thirty and an architect now. He gave me away at my wedding!"

Allen indulged in a moment of reverie. He and Josh Sr. had argued about just whose son Josh was. Carol got pregnant while Josh Sr was away on one of his many business trips. The night Josh Sr died; they were drinking heavily. Allen wanted DNA testing to determine paternity. Josh Sr refused and stormed out of the house.

"I can't wait to see him," Allen said quietly. "Chandra, give them the private dining room on the island." He turned to Carol. "At great expense, I maintain an air conditioned semi secluded cove dining area for special guests. I personally will pick the wines and prepare the meal." He delivered that with an elaborate flourish and deep waist bow.

"And, perhaps, I might join you for a glass of wine? I would love to see my...your son!"

"Why certainly, Allen!" Carol tittered. She caught Allen's slip.

A blast of furnace like air assaulted the trio as the door opened. Before the doorman could repeat his well-practiced welcome, Carol, blushing furiously, "Josh!"

Her tall sandy haired son's appearance complimented his mom's. He wore starched and pressed designer jeans with a short sleeve tan shirt.

With a practiced eye, Josh surveyed the scene. Carol looked particularly hot. The denim dress caressed her ample ass and breasts. He felt a stirring in his pants as he thought about how good his dick felt in that tight ass. His eyes passed quickly over the door attendant to the large sandy haired man standing next to his mother. He seemed familiar. Josh had been to this restaurant before but this was the first time he saw this man.

"Hi mom!" Josh embraced his mother warmly. He resisted the urge to kiss her on the lips, placing a light kiss on her forehead. As he looked over her head at the large man, it seemed to Josh that his eyes glistened, almost as if he was going to cry.

"Josh, I want you to meet a longtime family friend and the owner of this Bistro, Allen Krane!"

Josh extended his hand and Allen took it in a firm grip. Allen was startled by how similar they looked. "Pleased to meet you!" Josh said politely.

"And I you," Allen said. "But we met many years ago. In fact I used to change your diapers." There was a sadness to Allen's tone as he shared this information.

"Allen knew your father," Carol added somewhat nervously. Although she knew, there would be no secrets between her and Josh, the type of relationship the three of them had was not something she wanted to explore just yet.

Josh thought he detected an undertone of...something. Before he could analyze it, Allen jumped in. "Chandra, take my guests to the island grotto. I must go to the kitchen and prepare something special."

"The Island" was a private dining room created by Allen for special guests. It was actually an outdoor garden covered by canvas with trees and flora artfully concealing the walls. The stream that meandered throughout the restaurant circled the island and looped back to the foyer. From the restaurant proper, trees and bushes shielded the dining room. The table that the maître de showed Josh and Carol to was covered by a pergola laden with tropical flowers. White sand covered the area around the dining area.

Deftly, Chandra helped Carol into chair, then stepped smoothly to Josh's, and held his for him to sit next to her. They would eat facing the simulated beach. He moved quickly to a bottle of Pinot Grigio chilling in the bucket. As he poured the chilled wine, he informed them he personally would be their server. Chandra turned to the warmer, pulled out two dishes and sat them on the table in front of them.

Indicating the dish to the left, Chandra identified it as an Artichoke dip; the one on the right was a Tuscan salad. A large tray of warm focaccia bread was in the middle. He indicated a small panel between them but under the table. To insure their privacy, a green light would glow when the next course was arriving. The effect was that they were the only two people on a tropical island.

They both took a sip of wine as the waiter moved away. Carol broke off a piece of bread and dipped it delicately in the dip. "Mmm, baby, this is really good!" She dipped her bread again and offered it to her son. Josh leaned over a nibbled a morsel from her fingers.

"That is good!" Josh broke off a piece of the bread and scooped up a portion of the seasoned tomatoes in the sweet and sour vinaigrette. He took a bite and then offered it to Carol. "Try this!"

She placed one hand on her son's, leaned over and took a delicate bite. "Delicious!" Her tongue licked her lips to remove the oily vinaigrette.

"Mmm, I like how you use your tongue," Josh teased.

Carol laughed and took a sip of her wine. "If you only knew," she laughed.

They held each other's eyes for a moment. Then Josh offered a toast. They clicked glasses and drained them. He refilled the glasses. For the next few moments, they alternated feeding each other and sipping their wine.

"Mom, where is all of this going?"

Carol took a sip of her wine and turned to face her son. Her dress rode up revealing most of her tanned thighs. "I have been and always will be your mother. The fact... that...that we added sex to that relationship does complicate it but also extends it" Carol let one hand drop to her son's thigh. She squeezed it affectionately.

They both sipped their wines. Josh refilled first his mother's glass then his.

Josh's hand dropped to his mother's knee. He stroked it lovingly. "Perhaps I should start our new relationship by making a confession. The reason I left twelve years ago is that I almost fucked you while you were drunk. I did come all over your face and tits."

Carol's eyes widened in surprise. Before she could respond, the green light came on. A few moments later Chandra brought in a warm platter of sliced Orange Herbed Chicken on a bed of roasted vegetables. He removed the empty bottle of wine and replaced it with a bottle Amontillado Sherry. He removed their used glasses and the appetizers. He poured a glass of the sherry for each of them.

"Bon A petit!" He bowed and disappeared into the trees.

"I know I wasn't a good mother. After your father died, my life spun out of control." She wanted to add the fact that Allen left but thought better of it.

They sipped the sherry, appreciating the delicate bouquet. Josh took his mother's plate and added a portion of each dish to her plate. Then he prepared his.

Carol watched with affection as he served her. The eroticism of the moment, them feeding each other was not lost on either of them. It added an element of intimacy.

"I had no idea," Carol said, "I knew I wasn't a good mother. When I woke up the next day, I thought...!"

"I know you thought it was your date!" Josh's hand moved to the inside of Carol's thigh.

Carol's hand lay comfortably on Josh's upper thigh. The side of it brushed lightly against his semi hard cock. "I ...I have had many men in my life."

Josh shushed her. He cut a piece of the chicken, picked it up with his fingers and offered it to her. Carol let her tongue lightly lick his fingers before taking the chicken in her teeth. She chewed slowly as she watched her son take a piece of chicken and place it in his mouth.

"We don't need to rehash what happened. We just need to decide where we go from here!"

Josh's hand moved up Carol's inner thigh. When he went to speak, Carol raised her hand palm out. "Let me finish. You have been honest with me and I will be honest with you."

They exchanged feeding each other as Carol related the story of her and her husband's swinging life style. She told him about the many men she had during and after her marriage. She finished by telling him about Allen. The green light cam on.

They looked down and discovered that had finished the sherry and the entree. They shared a lassitude brought on by the alcohol and the excellent food. Unconsciously, their hands had moved up each other's thighs. The side of Carol's brushed her son's semi hard erection as his touched the sodden mess of her soaked panties as he gently stroked her inner thigh.

Chandra walked and removed the last course. He remove the empty wine bottle. He set a chilled dish of the sherbet dessert by each of them. He removed the empty sherry bottle and replaced it with a bottle of Prosecco. He poured a glass for each, bowed and backed out of the room.

Carol and Josh were feeling the effects of the wine. They leaned toward each other and let their lips touch lightly. Josh looked down and saw his mother's hand stroking his cock as she took a spoonful of the sherbet. His own hand was lightly rubbing her panty-clad vulva. The gurgling of the stream, the aroma of the excellent food and the scent of Carol's increasing arousal added to the eroticism of the scene

"What...what about Jon?" Josh's tongue was getting a little thick with the wine.

Carol sipped delicately at her wine. She took a spoonful of sherbet and offered it to her son. As he ate, her hand stroked her son's crotch. She turned to face him. She unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Under the table, she began to stroke it slowly. "Jon is my husband. Ours is a marriage more of convenice than of love. But when it comes to sex, he has a particular fetish; it does not involve fucking me!"

Josh groaned as his mom's hand casual stroked his rigid cock. He turned and lightly kissed her. When he pushed up on the hem of her dress, she raised her hips. Josh pushed the hem of her dress up to her waist. He leaned over and kissed the inside of his mother's thigh.

"Oh Jesus, baby! That feels so good!"

Josh hooked his thumbs in the band of her thing and pulled them down to her ankles. When she went to kick them away Josh said, "Give them to me"

Carol smiled broadly. She reached under the table, retrieved her soaked panties and handed them to her son. He took them, held them to his nose and inhaled deeply then he stuffed them in his pocket. He took a sip of wine and a bite of food. Then he palmed his mom's pussy, letting his middle finger enter her dripping wet sex.

They continued to eat, sip wine and play with each other.

"Mom, you need to stop," Josh groaned, "If I come now I will ruin my pants and everyone will know!"

Carol scooted back and turned sideways. She smiled devilishly. "Well there is one way to prevent that!"

She leaned over and took her son in her mouth. Aware that they had little time before the next and final course, she bobbed furiously on her son's enormous cock. She managed to get half of his nine inches in her mouth. One day, one day soon, she thought, I want to take him completely down my throat. For now, she began to hum, a technique she used many times before. She knew it would hasten his orgasm.

Josh closed his eyes. Involuntarily his hips pumped, driving his cock into his mother's expert mouth. Neither of them saw the green light come on. Chandra stepped through the trees that hid the entrance to the kitchen. He witnessed the woman's head bobbing furiously on the young man's cock. He could see and hear the young man's arousal. The slurping sounds of the woman competed with the gurgling of the brook. Discretely, he stepped back into the kitchen.

Josh exploded into Carol's mouth. The force was like a fire hose, forcing its way deep in his mother's throat. Carol throat expanded and contracted as she tried to swallow every drop of this precious fluid, this life giving sperm. Inevitably, some squirted out of the sides of her mouth. As josh's ragged breath began to calm, Carol raised up from under the table, she took her napkin from the table and dapped delicately at her chin and the corners of her mouth. She watched with a deep and abiding love as her son recovered his composure. He leaned over and kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth, sharing his ejaculate.

Chandra stepped through the trees and coughed quietly. The lovers parted, embarrassed by their actions.

"Mr. Krane will have an after dinner aperitif with you.. I hope EVERYTHING has been satisfactory!"

"Chandra, it has been amazing," Josh breathed.

"Yes," Carol added, "it was quite tasty and very filling"

Taking her double meaning, Chandra bowed and backed toward the door.

Josh turned to his mother and kissed her again. "Mom, you are impossible! Giving me a blowjob in a public place! Naughty girl!" he laughed.

"Darling, I would do the same on the busiest corner in town at high noon and sell tickets. I don't care who knows how much I love you!"

A germ of an idea entered Carol's mind. There was another way she could show her love. Could she do it? Was she too old? She made a mental note to see her gynecologist.

Allen burst through the trees. In his hand, he carried a bottle of his homemade aperitif. They share the almond flavored liqueur and reminisced about old times.

"By the way," Allen offered, "this liqueur has a base of THC, the active ingredient in marijuana. As an after dinner drink, it aids digestion."

Josh sipped the flavorful drink.

"Allen, I told Josh that you might be his father!"

Allen's eyes moved quickly from one smiling face to the other. He smiled broadly and refilled their onyx cups. He stood and offered a toast. "To my son and to the love of my life!"

* * *

Carol sat in the air-conditioned comfort of Josh's Acadia as he drove her home. Her dress was around her waist, her legs spread and her son idly fingered her pussy. The dashboard clock read 4:45.Their lunch had taken more than 4 hours.

She had a rosy glow brought on by the, a fabulous lunch, the THC laced aperitif and the most important man in her life sitting next to her.

"Back when I was a girl, the cars had bench seats. A girl could show her appreciation by giving a guy a blowjob as he drove"

"Mom, if you gave me another blowjob like the one you gave me in the Bistro, I might wrap this thing around a light pole!"

They were still laughing when Josh pulled into the semi-circular drive in front of her home.

"Id invite you in but Jon is probably home. In addition, it is just the day after our wedding! I may have to perform wifely duties."

"You never did tell me what his fetish was."

"Next time when we have more time!"

Josh stepped from the SUV and walked around to help his mother out. She turned, her dress still around her waist, revealing her wet neatly trimmed reddish pubic mound.

Josh looked around, then bent and French kissed her pussy. Carol's hips thrust forward. "You naughty boy," she groaned. He smiled, stepped back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He grabbed her around the waist and helped her to the paved driveway. "Have you ever been completely shaved he asked?

Carol laughed. "Like my hair, my bush has many styles. Do you want me to shave it?"

'No, I want to do it!"

"Now who is being naughty," Carol laughed.

She stepped to the pavement, pulling her dress down to cover her nakedness. Carol nodded and smiled as she moved toward the door to the house. Josh watched the rhythmic movement of his mom's hip as she moved to and through the door. She blew him a kiss as he pulled around the drive and back into the streets, heading home.

***

Jon was sitting by the pool with a drink when Carol returned. He was on his fifth gin and tonic. The fact that he was still conscious and able to communicate was a testament to his high alcohol tolerance. He glanced up as Carol walked onto the lanai.

"Want me to fix you one, lover?" Jon held up his glass.

"Not right now, Darling, Josh and I had wine with lunch. I think I have had my limit. But let me change and I might join you for one"

Carol moved through the house and up the short stairs to her bedroom. She stripped off her dress. She undid her bra and tossed it in the hamper. She flinched as her hand touched her swollen, tender clit. I should have gone home with Josh, she thought. She realized she was becoming addicted to sex with her son. Not just the physical act, but things like making out in the restaurant, him fingering her in the car. They were moving into a relationship that was sexual, not just a sexual relationship. She knew that. She also knew that if there was anyway humanly possible, she was going to have his baby.

Carol decided not to shower. Jon like the musk of an aroused pussy, even though he lacked the patience to get her really aroused...like her son did. She rummaged through her lingerie drawer and found some black boy shorts. She stepped into them and slid them up her legs and over her full mature hips, relishing the feel. It felt good to be a woman, especially a woman in love. She strode over to the nightstand, opened the door and pulled out the 10" strap on.

She smiled as she surveyed her and Jon's favorite toy. Just as she told Josh, Jon did not fuck her that often. However, what she did not tell Josh yet was that Jon loved to be ass fucked! She stepped into the harness, slid the tool over her hips and pressed the Velcro strip to secure it. She turned to the mirror and smiled at the monster that hung to just above her knees. She walked out the door and down the stairs. She moved across the living room and out on to the lanai.

Jon turned and saw his wife standing there, the massive strap on hanging between her legs. His eyes widened and he licked his lips in anticipation

"Get naked and on your knees, bitch, you know what time it is"

Jon rose unsteadily to his feet. He wobbled as he slid his shorts down and stepped out of them, his eyes glued to the huge strap on. He watched in anticipation as Carol poured Astroglide on it and stroked it over their love toy.

"Kneel over the hassock, you slut, I want that fat ass!"

"Yes, mommy," Jon said meekly. He knelt, his thighs pressed against the side of the hassock. He leaned over his large belly firmly against the warm leather.

Carol walked up behind him. She took one hand and parted his ass cheeks. She held the Astroglide just above his waiting ass and dribbled it over his twitching anus. A thick sweat broke out all over his body. It carried the odor of years of gin. Carol's nose wrinkled as she took her middle finger and slipped it into Jon's anus.

"Oh shit. Mommy," he moaned.

Carol poured more lube on her finger as in moved in and out of Jon's well-used hole.

"Whose bitch are you?" Carol's voice was deep and sultry.

"I'm your bitch, mommy!"

Carol positioned the strap on at the entrance to Jon's bowels. She pushed gently letting the tip slip effortlessly into Jon's anus. Jon groaned loudly. She felt the resistance of the inner ring and pressed again sliding the massive tool into the depths of Jon's bowels. She stopped but Jon began sliding back and forth on the tool. His moans filled the air. Carol smacked his ass smartly, "Faster!"

Saliva drooled from Jon's mouth as he rode the strap on. His cock hardened to its full 6" and began to drip pre cum. Carol smacked his ass again and added a slight thrusting motion. She looked up over the sweating Jon at the pool and the lawn beyond. She fantasized that she was on her knees and her son was pounding her anus. This was for Jon. She got a visceral pleasure from being in control but no sexual satisfaction from doing it.

Jon's thrusting became more urgent as his orgasm neared. Carol leaned over his back, reached down, and grasped his cock. She yanked it hard several times. Jon mewled and began shooting his seed on the red terrazzo tile of the lanai. His thrusting slowed and he collapsed on the hassock. Carol undid the Velcro and let the harness drop to her knees. She held it in Jon's ass as she stepped out of the harness, moved to the front of Jon She lay back on the warm tile, and scooted forward until her pussy was at his mouth. "Lick me," she ordered.

Like the well-trained sub that he was, Jon licked his mistress' steaming hot cunt. He managed to get a hand under him to hold the dildo in his ass while he licked her to orgasm. As her hips pumped, forcing her pussy against her husband's mouth, Carol could still taste her son's sperm in her mouth. It caused her to thrust even harder against Jon's mouth. I love him, she thought, I love him so much!

***

"I'm not sure I like where our marriage is going." Trevor sat in a tufted lounger sat against the wall opposite their marriage bed.

"I'm sorry, Trevor, I was distracted. What did you say?" Susan was seated at her vanity doing her nails. The vanity was a rectangular mirror with soft fluorescent lighting.

"Look, I know we discussed this cuckold thing, but we are going too far!"

Susan held her hand up and studied her nails. She heard him the first time but wanted time to formulate an answer. The last five years had been tumultuous. After she went through menopause, her sex drive had dropped to zero. She and Trevor had many arguments because she was just not interested! Then her doctor described a cream for her to use. Not only had her libido returned but also she tended to be more aggressive. When Trevor had trouble keeping up, she had taken a series of lovers, all young men. Trevor found out.

They discussed divorce. Then, tacitly, they had involved into a relationship where he knew she had lovers but chose not to make it an issue. A subtle role reversal began to occur. She became the dominant one. Dominant to the point that she openly had sex with others. Then she induced Trevor to watch. At first, it was videos she would have her lovers take while they had sex. Then they had a spare bedroom remodeled so that Trevor could be in the adjacent room and watch. Finally, she allowed him in the room but could only watch.

Making him suck that male stripper's cock at Carol's bachelorette party was a first. Something snapped in her. Maybe it was the cream. Maybe it was his imperious behavior. He had watched her suck a cock before.

After he stormed into the party room and demanded that everyone leave, she threatened to leave him. As the stripper gathered his paraphernalia to leave, an idea popped in her head. She told him to finish what she started or she would leave. Trevor was defiant. He refused. As she paid the stripper, she told him she wanted him for the night.

Finally, humiliated, Trevor had sucked the stripper's cock. Afterwards he laid in her arms and cried. She promised him should would never ask him to do that again, but he must never embarrassed her like that.

"Trevor, I promised won't have to suck a cock again!"

Trevor colored deeply. At 64, he still exercised enough to maintain a reasonable body tone. The humiliation he experienced when he sucked that guy's cock was tempered by the odd feelings he felt. He did not exactly like it, but it pleased Sue. And it was not that bad! "I'm more concerned about young Josh Cambreaux! You seem unusually attracted to him!"

Susan knew there was truth in what her husband said. What Trevor did not know was that the 3some with Carol and Josh was a seminal event in her life. She was confused about why that event affected her so. God knows she had her share of young lovers. Moreover, there were the occasional bi encounters. However, to be part on an incestuous relationship, to actually watch and be a part of Carol and Josh's incest triggered something in her. She had never had children. However, if she had...she felt herself getting aroused at the thought of sex with the issue of her womb. That would never happen. However, she would experience it vicariously through Josh and Carol. She shivered as she recalled laying under them, watching Josh violate his mother's ass while Carol ate her pussy. Then the unthinkable! She actually pulled his cock from Carol's ass and sucked it! She felt the bile rise in her mouth as revulsion shot through her. It was filthy, disgusting and something she had never done before. At the same time, she knew she would do it again, wanted to do it again.

Trevor was only half-right. Carol was unusually attracted to Josh AND Carol!

Sue stood and walked over to her husband. She stripped off her robe revealing her pert little breasts. She knelt in front of him and smiled up at him. She slowly took his flaccid member and kissed the head.

"Baby, I love our arrangement. Nobody is going to take me away from you!"

She took her husband in her mouth and swallowed his cock. As he hardened, she could feel the head touch the back of her throat as his balls bounced on her chin. Her pussy twitched as she recalled only being able to get the head of Josh's cock in her mouth. She would have to work on that. She looked up at Trevor's closed eyes and sweating face. She spanked her face with his tool, knowing that would drive him over the edge. He spurted, covering her face in a weak colorless liquid. She rose and kissed her loving husband. Then she took her fingers and wiped his ejaculated over her face. She sucked her finger and then offered them to her husband. A slight smile played across her lips as she watched him hungrily clean her fingers.