It Started with a Tickle Fight

byInsideDesires©

Chapter 1

The summer was nearing its end, and it was a perfect Saturday afternoon for the Anderson family to spend frolicking around their bean-shaped swimming pool. The two men of the house were sparring at the edge, each trying to prove dominance over the other. Seth had youth, and his athletic frame, to his advantage, but his father seemed to be gaining the upper hand. Alyssa and her daughter were playing around in the water, egging on the competition. Krissy was rooting for her dad, but Alyssa was cheering for her husband and son; well, audibly that is, she was secretly on Seth's side.

Slightly off-balance, Robert was tossed off the side, and Seth dove in after him. Even though Robert was now an out of shape car salesman, he popped up quickly and dunked his agile son beneath him. Krissy attacked her father from behind, trying to pummel him under the water. She continued her efforts as her Brother swam to the side of the pool.

Watching his mother struggling to get on top of the floating aqua lounger, Seth couldn't help focusing on the outstanding exhibit presented before his eyes. Her tight round ass was glistening from the water beads trickling down her exquisitely shaped thighs. His appreciation was turned to her voluptuous breasts, sitting firm on her chest, as she laid back into the air cushion.

Being on his summer break from college, Seth hadn't had intercourse in over two months, and his hormones were out of control. He'd always found his mother attractive, she's a beautiful woman after all, but seeing her like this, caused him to gain an erection that could hold up a cement brick. He thanked the sky above because the water below was hiding his raging hard-on.

Alyssa saw her son staring at her body, even caught a glimmer of lechery, and her mind drifted off to a scene she witnessed the day before.

Seth had been swimming alone, keeping that body of his perfectly defined, and she was admiring him from the sunroom. While he was getting out of the pool, his swim trunks got caught on the ladder, pulling his shorts off down to his knees. With his impressive cock fully revealed, she began to desire the sight in her view. Salacious thoughts raced through her head, and she found herself wanting a further examination of his magnificent specimen.

Robert worked all hours, six days a week, at his father's car dealership. With no time for him to take care of her needs, she hadn't had sex even longer than Seth. Snapping back to reality, Alyssa decided it was a good time to go inside and clean up dishes still lingering in the dining area.

The kitchen window provided a perfect view of the backyard, and her gaze drifted to her son, preparing to take a jump off the diving board. Her husband was a good looking man, a little rounder in the middle, now that he's aged, but Seth outshined his father considerably. Sexual desires for her son overtook her motherly instincts, and she allowed her fingers to drift down her body into her bikini bottoms. Stimulating her clitoris, she continued to marvel at the display outside.

With her eyes now closed, Alyssa was lost in herself and almost didn't notice Seth opening the sliding glass door. Quickly pulling her hand away to the sink, she pretended to be finishing the dishes. Still aroused, she wished that her son was able to throw her on the floor and bring her to an explosive orgasm.

As Seth headed towards the stairwell, he turned his head around so he could get a good look at his mother's ass. Rather than going upstairs to take a shower, he decided to play a little joke with her. He slowly crept up to Alyssa and hugged her waist from behind. Seth lifted her into the air, turned her in his arms, and dropped her in front of him.

"You startled me. You little shit," Alyssa laughed.

She attempted to tickle his stomach, but he swatted her hands away and tickled her instead. Seth tickled and pinched all over her midsection, causing her to squirm and squeal. Alyssa turned around too quickly and had to catch her balance on the counter, bending slightly at the waist. Seth didn't stop his tickle attack and accidentally pinched his mom's butt. Alyssa yelped and did a little foot dance, but she showed no signs of anger. He took this as a sign to continue and started to play a little rougher.

After Seth pinched her ass, she was hoping he would take things further somehow. Alyssa managed to sneak past his fiddling fingers and spanked his behind. Dashing away, still giggling, she turned her head to see if he would chase her. She stopped at the bottom of the staircase and ran in place animatedly, taunting her son to come after her. Seth hopped into the air and took quick small steps towards her. Alyssa waited until his fingers got the small of her back before taking off up the stairs.

At this point, Seth wanted to see how much more he could get away with; He tickled her ass and the back of her thighs all the way up the staircase. At the top of the stairs, she stopped, turned towards him, and gave him a push just hard enough to push him down one stair. Continuing down the hallway, his mother stopped at her bedroom door and taunted him again.

Seth rushed to his mom and caught her as she entered the room. Giving her a gentle shove in the back sent them both falling onto the bed, and he resumed their playful fight. Seth's penis had been hardening throughout the ordeal, and now it was fully erect. He tried not touching her in the rear with it, but all her floundering made it extremely difficult.

Alyssa felt her son's bulge pressing into her as she was tossing around, and her nipples got hard from the attention. She stopped squirming and nestled her ass against his petrified wood, intensifying her prurience.

Because these desires had been so new to them, neither knew of the other's feelings until that moment.

Seth ceased tickling and pulled her body tight against his own. Removing his arm wrapped around her midsection, he traced his fingers up to her firm bosom, loving the feel of his mom's silky smooth skin. When she placed her hand on top of his, he thought she was going to end everything right there, but instead of pulling away, she helped him massage her breasts.

Alyssa rolled onto her back and slowly slid his hand down her stomach until he reached the top of her bikini bottoms. She pushed his fingers under the material covering her nether region and stopped when they reached the top of her garden.

Seth rose to his knees, so he could free his other arm, massaged her breasts, and gently stimulated her rose petal.

Alyssa walked two fingers up his package, hooked his elastic band, and tugged his shorts down his thighs. Seth's dick sprang out of its entrapment and slapped her forearm; Alyssa took a firm grasp of his hardware and slowly stroked it. Rising to her knees as well, she pressed his middle finger inside her flower.

Seth reached behind Alyssa's back and squeezed her asscheek; she reciprocated, pulling him in tight and rested her chin on his shoulder. Both of them fondled each other; small gasps escaping their lips.

Alyssa stopped stroking, removed Seth's hands, and stood up next to the foot of the bed. She patted the bed and motioned for her son to sit, which he obliged, then removed his swim trunks. Kneeling before him, she took his splendid equipment into her mouth, savoring the rich taste of his pre-cum. Hungering for its entirety, she devoured his apparatus, stopping when he was deep inside her neck. Tonguing the bottom of his shaft, she licked the length of it as she returned to the top. Focusing on the sensitive area on the underside of his manhood, she delicately teased his cockhead.

Alyssa stood up and took a couple of paces back, shimmied out of her bottoms, then shoved her son onto his back. Taking off her top, she threw her head from side to side and played with her nipples, giving Seth quite a show. She seductively clawed up the mattress until they were face to face, staring into each other's eyes. Alyssa sat up and turned over onto her side, mouth inches away from Seth's pilot. She scooted her hips towards his face, stopping when she felt his chin on her well-groomed airstrip landing.

Placing small kisses up her labia, Seth stopped at the top and gently licked his mother's gem. With his lips on her pink diamond, he began to roll his tongue, causing her pelvis to tremble. He suckled her small ruby, then let the tip of his tongue invade her opening. Sweet juices mixed with his saliva as he continued with his tender penetrations.

Alyssa was finding it challenging to focus on the solid extremity she had sliding back and forth inside her throat. She focused her concentration on taking her son all the way down her windpipe with each jounce of her head; Occasionally stopping at the top of his earthmoving machinery, she revolved her tongue around his hard hat. Without removing him from her mouth, she repositioned herself on top of him, gaining the ability to increase her rhythm.

They both were very close to climaxing when they heard the squeaky floorboard from the stairwell.

"Oh, shit, I almost forgot we're not alone," Alyssa panicked, "Only you and your father make that fucking stair squeak. Quick, hide under the bed."

Seth rolled off the side of the bed, landing on his stomach, and scurried underneath. Alyssa rushed into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stepped into the cold streams of water. Robert had one foot into the bedroom when Seth noticed his shorts lying next to his mother's bikini. Digging his fingers into the carpet, he pulled himself to the end of the bed and stretched his arm out as far as he could. He pinched the waistband and barely got the trunks out of sight before his father was a foot away from the mattress.

Robert poked his head through the bathroom entry and asked, "Honey, how long are you going to be? I want to take a quick shower; wash off all this damn chlorine."

Alyssa felt a wave of relief overtake her, but at the same time, she became even more aroused at the fact she was almost caught taking her son's load in her mouth. Seth's salty warning was so intoxicating that she wanted to swallow his entire emission. The water pulsing down her body was finally hot, but her legs didn't stop shivering; she had her clit between her fingers trying to reach the orgasm Robert denied her from.

Robert knocked on the glass wall, "Babe, did you hear me? Could you hurry up, I want to take a shower real fast?"

Alyssa thought to herself, "That fucking Robert ruined another chance for me to finish."

Chapter 2

Throughout the remainder of the afternoon, Seth and Alyssa found moments to caress each other here and there. A graze against her backside, a quick massage of his groin, they continued their sexual banter until supper time; Seth was enjoying it the most while he played with his mother right under his father's nose.

"Hey, Mom, I'll go ahead and make dinner," Seth announced, "Should I grill up this ready to eat thick kielbasa with a couple of artichokes, or would you prefer a tender steak and big baked potatoes?"

"They both sound mouth-watering," Alyssa replied while moving beside him.

Alyssa opened up the freezer door and said, "I knew I had a delicious pastry here, I'll make us some warm moist apple pie for dessert."

Robert offered up his opinion, "I know your Mom loves to dip artichoke hearts in melted butter."

Alyssa looked at Seth with a sly grin, "Yes, Son. I really do love to lick off hot butter from those steamy vegetables."

With the meal coming to an end, Robert's phone rang at the dinner table, and it seemed he received an unpleasant call.

Raising his voice, Robert cautioned, "Dad, if you're making me come in on my day off, I'm leaving early tomorrow. I get one fucking day a week to spend with my family, why the hell do we have other managers if I gotta cover everything anyway? I can't wait until you retire."

Trying to regain his composure, Robert left the table and went upstairs to put on a suit. He returned as the dishes were being rinsed, mumbling profanities to himself. Not even saying a word to his family, who were now clearing off the table, he went through the front door and slammed it behind him.

Krissy broke the silence that had crept into the room, "Hey Mom, can we watch a movie on Netflix?"

Alyssa stared at Seth, but spoke to her daughter, "Sure we can. You go ahead and find a movie, maybe a scary one, and I'm going to put on something more comfortable."

Alyssa walked up to her son and pinched his butt, whispering, "Maybe you should go get comfortable too."

When Alyssa was out of sight, Krissy skipped into the family room and started to shuffle through the available selections. Seth shed his jeans in the dining room and went to join Krissy, wearing only his t-shirt and boxers.

Alyssa came down the stairs wearing a satin pajama robe, with nothing else underneath. It was enticing but subtle enough to wear in front of her daughter.

Krissy had made a spot in front of the coffee table like she always does. Seth was sitting in the corner of the couch. Alyssa sat down on the middle cushion, not before lifting the bottom of her pretty pink nighty giving her son a glimpse of her ass. Krissy chose to watch the movie "Scream" and started it when her mom plopped onto the sofa. Within minutes, the ominous music began, and the two girls were preparing for their first terror.

Krissy yelped and turned around to see if her mother was scared as well. Alyssa had hopped out of her seat and landed on her son, wrapping her arm across his chest. Seth pulled the old school yawn move and allowed his mom to snuggle her head into his armpit, resting his hand on her ribcage. They were both grateful the movie started with action so early in the beginning.

Alyssa didn't waste any time putting her hand onto her son's groin, massaging his friend into an erection. Seth let his arm slip down her side, taking a firm grip of his mother's supple ass. He pulled up her robe so he could feel her lustrous skin. Alyssa wormed her fingers into the slit of his boxers and fished out his whale.

Speaking silently to his mom, Seth told her, "Mom, I need a better angle so I can play with you as well," then he said aloud, "Mother, why don't we throw a blanket over us like we used to?"

Alyssa stood up, went to the armchair, and grabbed the blanket draped over it. She returned to Seth on the couch and wrapped them up with the fleece covering. Alyssa put her elbow over his and took his mammoth back in her hand.

Seth placed his hand on her inner thigh and moved his fingers onto his mom's lower lips, working them open to massage her lotus blossom. They were engrossed in each other when the creepy music started up again.

With a yelp startling her instead of the movie, Alyssa jumped into her Seth's arms once more. Unfortunately, this removed his hand away from her dripping pucchi.

Deciding she would rather taste her son again, Alyssa pulled the blanket from the side to unleash his monster. She let her head drop towards his lap and took his member into her mouth. Seth leaned towards her rear end, placed a finger in the middle of her asscheeks, then slipped it into her wet opening. Alyssa kept her motions very slow and gentle, as to not make loud slurping sounds.

It wasn't long before the music started acting up again, and Seth knew another scary scene was coming soon. Removing his fingers from within his mother, he shifted his hips to get her attention. Alyssa wasn't paying any attention though; she was enjoying her son's artery buried in her throat. Seth slapped her ass, and she pulled away just in time to shove her face into his chest, pretending to be terrified from the movie.

They repeated this performance several times, always getting interrupted before either of them could get off. The movie was coming to an end, but Alyssa was determined to let her son finish inside her mouth. Seth could feel his sister getting ready to screech again and started to tap his mother's backside. Throwing caution to the wind, Alyssa increased her suction and bobbed her head faster.

It wasn't Krissy who startled them this time; Robert pushed the door open and entered the doorway. Alyssa popped up and sat back into the cushion, quickly putting the covers back in place. Robert was on autopilot, heading straight for the stairs and up to his bedroom.

The movie ended, and Alyssa whispered into Seth's ear, "Goddamnit, am I ever gonna get to taste your cum? Don't fall asleep; I'm sneaking into your bed tonight."

Chapter 3

Seth refrained from masturbating while taking a shower, getting nice and clean for the night's upcoming events. Eleven o'clock rolled around, and Seth was eagerly anticipating his mother's arrival. He felt like a child on Christmas Eve, waiting for the night to get over with so he could open up his presents. Seth couldn't stop moving around on his bed, trying to find the perfect position to be in for Alyssa's entrance. Should he stay under the sheets, or lay on top? Would she want to see him completely naked, or would she rather pull his underwear off himself?

Alyssa was lying on her back, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling through the darkness of her room. Knowing that her daughter was already sound asleep, she silently waited for the snores of her inattentive husband to begin. They couldn't have come soon enough, short quick snorts sounded in her ear, and she took this opportunity to sneak out of bed.

Standing in the dimly lit hallway, she made two catlike scratches down the center of her son's bedroom door.

Seth snapped his attention to the sounds on his door and managed to settle on top of his comforter. Flipping on the light switch, his mom entered inside and shut the door behind her. Still wearing the sexy pink nightie, he watched as she untied the lacy white belt and let her lingerie fall to the floor. He took in her creamy smooth skin, sumptuous breasts, and delectable nipples. His gaze followed her well-toned stomach leading into long, opulent legs.

Captivated, Alyssa paused to admire the imposing form lying down in front of her. Michelangelo couldn't have sculpted a better statue than the one now before her eyes. She drank in her son's muscle-bound chest, rippling abs, and his gorgeous cock. Moving in next to him, she straddled his waist and shifted her hips until the warmth of his groin radiated into her.

Holding her tightly, Seth's hands roamed over her body, adoring every inch until her ass was in his palms. His phallus began to stiffen, rising along the crack of her ass. Taking a grip of his handle, he pressed his auger at her opening and circled his toadstool around her strawberry. He pulled her hips down until his entire girth was inside her.

With her son's cock fully within her, Alyssa began to slowly grind her hips, forcing his long structure even deeper. She reached behind, placing her hands on the mattress beside his knees. Throwing her head back, she arched at her waist, causing her breasts to point towards the ceiling. Alyssa traveled up his shaft and gradually let herself fall back down, continuing at a steady pace.

The taut tunnel surrounding Seth's explorer sent shivers throughout his spine. In one quick motion, he flipped his mom underneath him and took the control away from her. Pinning her arms to the headboard, he resumed their spellbinding osculation. His thrusts became more powerful, causing the bed frame to knock against the walls. Perspiration formed on his brow, his breathing became cumbersome, and his nerve was swelling.

"Tell me when your ready, baby. I still want that hot butter in my belly, " Alyssa breathed.

Seth slowed his pummeling, "Of course, Mom, but I'm nowhere near ready; I'm not stopping until you have an earth-shattering orgasm."

Withdrawing completely, Seth turned his mother over and put her on all fours. He slid back inside and stopped halfway, letting himself throb within her. Slightly teasing her, he moved inch by inch, eliciting tingles through Alyssa's sweet spot. Putting his hands on the small of her back, he pulled her in slowly. Seth then went still, allowing her to rock back and forth into him.

Unexpectedly, there was a loud knock on his bedroom door, and Krissy's voice rang through the hallway, "What the hell are you doing in there, Seth?"

Vocalizing his disbelief, "Oh my god, you've gotta be fucking kidding me," he resumed, "Sorry, Sis. To be honest with you, I'm taking care of myself in here, and I forgot I wasn't alone. I won't let it get out of hand again."

"Ew, gross," she uttered with disgust, "Well, that's no fucking excuse, you woke me up dickhead."

Alyssa pushed Seth off of her, saying, "This can't be happening again. If we didn't wake up your father as well, her damn shriek certainly did."

She hurried to the door and pressed her ear upon it, listening to make sure the coast was clear. Hearing Krissy go into the upstairs bathroom, she left Seth and made a run for the kitchen; figuring a glass of water would be the best excuse if Robert checked on the commotion. Completely unsatisfied, she made her way up to her bedroom, not before stopping at Seth's door.

Making sure the bathroom was clear, Alyssa opened his door and whispered, "Remember, you promised to bring me to culmination before you. Until tomorrow, sweetie."

Chapter 4

Sunday morning came and went, leaving them both frustrated until around one o'clock. Krissy's first day of school was on Monday, and she had to make cinnamon rolls for her yearbook club. Alyssa and Seth sat behind the open kitchen counter, with Krissy on the opposite side in the cooking area.

Krissy was mumbling with irritation, "I don't know why I have to make these from scratch. Why can't I just make brownies from a box? This is gonna take me over thirty minutes just to prepare the stupid rolls. Mom, you have to stay with me and make sure I'm doing everything right."

"If I remember correctly, Mrs. Hendricks is the teacher in charge of the yearbook club," Seth explained, "She insists upon having everything homemade; wait until you get to try some of her fresh bread at the annual bake sale."

Reading the instructions aloud for her mother to hear, Krissy started pulling out the ingredients from the cupboards. Seth used this fortuitousness timing to his advantage.

He got off his chair, asking, "Mom, why don't you stand up, and I'll give you a nice shoulder massage?"

"How generous of you, Seth," she responded, "I'd love for you to massage me from behind. My shoulders really could use some firm attention."

Without delay, Alyssa stood up against the countertop, and Seth moved in behind her. Alyssa was wearing a very short sundress, backless with a floral design; Seth was in a white tank top and a pair of casual linen pants, held up with a drawstring.

Grabbing his mother's tush in both hands, Seth slid her dress up until her panties were visible to the sunlight. Palming her bare bottom, he squatted to the floor, taking her underwear with him. Lifting her feet, one after the other, he made her step out the white lacy thong. Standing up again, he made sure that she saw him put the undies into his pants pocket.

Seth breathed into her ear, "Mind if I keep these?"

Seth began kneading his mother's shoulders, turning her into putty in his hands. Veering his hands down her chest, he seized her excellent breasts and teased her nipples. Moving down to her hips, he pulled her backside into his groin, making her feel the erection that she caused. Noticing that Krissy was about to turn around and ask a question, he returned to Alyssa's shoulders.

"You sure have been super nice to Mom this weekend," Krissy observed, "Why aren't you this nice to her all the time? You even made dinner last night."

"I'm heading off to school on Wednesday, and I won't be back for three months," Seth continued, "I want to spend as much quality time with her as possible. You too, stinker, I planned on taking you out for ice cream when you're finished here."

With the convenience of the counter blocking everything below the top, Alyssa started grinding into the appendage nestled against her bum. Reaching behind her back, she pulled one of the strings attached to Seth's waistband and felt his pants drop to the floor. With her son's cock now freed, she tugged his sturdy pole, being careful not to draw attention to her motions. As soon as Krissy's back was turned again, she aggressively stroked the thick rod she was holding.

Seth took this moment to pull up his mother's dress once more, removed her grip, and guided his bulb across her rose petal. Slightly bending his knees, he inserted his stem into her flower and pushed until his entire stalk was in her. He established a slow rhythm, enjoying the feel of her enveloping venus. With his hands ascending her torso, he left one at her belly button, and the other went back to her lovely breasts. Seth placed his chin on Alyssa's shoulder and gently sucked at her earlobe.

Alyssa's moans were concealed within the deep tissue rub she was supposedly receiving. Rocking in harmony on her son's instrument sent waves of bliss inside her body. Testing the boundaries of what she could enshroud, Alyssa pushed harder into the oboe singing inside her. Coveting a deeper intensity, she met each of Seth's melodies with one of her own. That fucking little bitch Krissy just had to turn around again and ask some silly ass damn question. Alyssa immediately regretted her thoughts, but goddammit already.

"Mom, it says to let it rise. Where should I put the baking pans?"

Seth's hands went back to Alyssa's shoulders just in time for her to reply, "I usually set it on the windowsill; I think the sunlight gives it a better taste."

As Krissy did what was suggested, Seth quickly pulled up his pants while she wasn't looking. With a quick tie of his drawstrings, he put his hands back on his mother's shoulders.

"Alright, Bro, I'm gonna go get ready real quick and then we can go for frozen yogurt, not ice cream," Krissy noted as she headed out of the kitchen.

As soon as his Sister was clear from the kitchen, Seth, pardon the vulgarity, resumed fucking the shit out of his mother. He plowed her furiously, fucking her so hard her feet were lifting off the ground; she had to use both hands to brace herself on the countertop.

"Oh my god, Seth, you beautiful boy. I can't believe; I can't believe you're making me feel this good. Your father has never pleased me like this. Harder Son, harder. Ohhhh, yessss."

He had to stick the edge of his hand in her mouth to muffle the screams; then, all of a sudden, the front door opened, and Robert entered the doorway. Seth hurriedly pulled up his pants and sat on the stool.

Alyssa wanted to be shouting because of an orgasm, instead, it sounded, "Not again. This is fucking ridiculous. An extremely well spent thirty minutes, and this fucking happens."

Robert ran into the kitchen, shouting, "What happened, Alyssa? You sounded like a banshee getting stabbed in the heart."

Thinking quick on her feet, Alyssa replied, "We just spent over half an hour on Krissy's homemade cinnamon rolls, and they just fell resting in the sun. Seth promised to take her out for yogurt, so I guess I'm gonna have to fix them myself."

When Robert left the room, Alyssa almost scolded her son, "We sure as hell are going to do this again tonight, be ready!"

It was well past midnight, and Seth was still alone in his bed, utterly disappointed would be an understatement with how he felt right at that moment. Torturing himself with thoughts of his mother ravaging every part of his body, it took every ounce of strength to keep himself away from his dick; luckily, he had her panties to help relieve the stress. Not being able to withstand the sandbags on top of his eyelids, he drifted off into a delightful slumber.

Chapter 5

Unable to get a decent night's rest, because Robert refused to sleep, Alyssa woke up early and prepared a special breakfast. Knowing that she had the entire day with her son, there was a pep in her step as she made his biscuits and gravy, just how he liked it. The food got devoured in minutes, then it was time for Robert, and Krissy to head out. She made her pleasantries at the door as she saw them off. Alyssa walked over to the stairwell, where Seth was sitting on the bottom two steps and stopped in front of him at arm's length.

Grasping the back of Alyssa's thighs, Seth slid his hands up her smooth skin, searching for her panties; but didn't find any. Taking a firm grip of her posterior, he laid his back at a slant, making her walk up a step and straddle his head. Only letting go of his hold for a moment, he pulled the bottom of her dress over his head, and then returned his palms to her rear end. Without saying a word, he nudged her hips down until he could smell her sweet aroma. Using the tip of his tongue, he tasted his mother's ambrosia, relishing her delectable nectar.

With her son titillating her peach, she had to rest her weight on the stairs above his head. Suddenly, the tongue pleasing her ripe fruit darted deep within her, sending sent bolts of electricity throughout her flesh. Unable to stop herself, she started grinding her pussy in circles, trying to get his tongue even further inside her honey pot.

Alyssa cried out, "Holy fucking shit, I can't take anymore. You need to take me; you need to take me now."

Obeying his mother's command, he pushed her off his face and stood up to his feet. Picking Alyssa up in the air, Seth cradled her in his arms and carried her up the stairs.

With a sly grin on his face, Seth asked, "My room or yours?"

Unable to decide for herself, she answered, "Baby, you chose."

Seth carried her past the threshold, previously owned by his father, and laid her down on the bed he was now claiming for himself. After removing his clothes, he slithered between his Alyssa's legs and pushed her dress up to her neck, then off her shoulders. He promptly embedded his swollen mass inside of her awaiting crevasse. Seth's carnal side took over as gripped the headboard and thrust in and out of his mother like a crazed beast.

Alyssa hugged her arms around Seth's neck tightly and strangled her legs around his waist, causing her entire body to lift off the mattress. The strength behind her son's powerful tool drilling inside of her provoked palpitations within her heart and a multitude of small orgasms began to course through her inner core.

Knowing what had just occurred, Seth gradually slowed his pace until their bodies stopped quaking the bed. Remaining in her deathlock, he rolled to his back, pinning her legs underneath him. His body never separating from hers, he sat up straight, so she was sitting in his lap. With his arms now freed from the headboard, he returned her vigorous embrace and rocked her back and forth, his cock circling inside his mother's palace.

Returning to the world around her, Alyssa lightened the clasp around Seth's neck and kissed him on the lips. Jostling her hips into his groin, she affectionately made out deeply with her son. Right then and there, she realized this was the first true kiss she'd ever given her boy before, and he was now her lover. Unbeknownst to the lovers on the bed, there was a surprise coming their way.

Twenty minutes into Robert's drive to work, he spilled a whole cup of coffee down his shirt. Not having a replacement at the office, he had to turn around and go back home. When he reached the hallway leading to his bedroom, he heard groaning echo across the walls, moans that were loud enough to echo the sound of the creaking stairs. Slowing pacing to his door, he stopped to take a peek. His face went ghostly white with the scene he was now witnessing.

Robert was transfixed as he looked upon his wife, and son, fucking in his bed. The emotions flooding into his conscience stopped him dead in his tracks, and he just stood there. He watched them entwined as one, furiously gyrating in unison. From the mirror over his wife's dresser, he could see the two clearly as their tongues danced together. Noticing that Alyssa was removing herself from on top of their son, he quickly hid out of view.

He thought to himself, "Why in the fuck am I hiding?"

Assuming the two people betraying him finished, he peeked in again before confronting them. To his dismay, he saw Alyssa take Seth's massive erection in her hand and start to get back on the mattress with him. At that moment, something else betrayed him as well; his fucking junk got hard in his pants. As he continued to watch, he absentmindedly started to rub his puppet.

Alyssa didn't notice her husband as she straddled her son while facing the door. She guided Seth's magnificent piece of meat back inside her womb and resumed grinding on top of him. She found it hard to fathom the stamina her young man possessed; he'd been screwing her for almost an hour, and still had not cum. Riding his horse like a merry-go-round, and still desiring to taste his essence, she turned her slow pace into a gallop.

Robert could tell that his wife was unaware of his presence; she was floating off in cloud nine. He stood in the doorway, now completely naked, stroking his minion with abandon. Torn between disapproval and eroticism, he admitted to himself that he sincerely enjoyed seeing his wife's head thrown back with his son's oil rig pumping inside her. It wasn't long before he was close to completion, when he heard Seth begin to grunt loudly.

Seth growled, "Mom, I'm gonna cum!"

Alyssa hopped off his throbbing muscle, turned mid-air and stood at the foot of the bed. Grabbing under his knees, she dragged him to the end of the mattress and kneeled before her mighty prince. After milking her boy for a few moments, she inhaled his organ and sucked hard on his purple mushroom. His savory emission exploded like a volcano into the back of her throat. Pulling her head away, she watched as his seed shot in the air, landing in her open mouth. After the eruption subsided, Alyssa swallowed what resided in her mouth, rested his corona on her bottom lip, and let the remaining fluid drain down her tongue.

Alyssa kept cleaning up Seth's semen until the well was dry. She looked up to tell her son how pleased she was with him when something warm and wet hit the small of her back; she turned around for an explanation. The sight of her husband with his prick in his hand shocked her into a waking dream.

With his wife and son's eyes staring at him, Robert explained, "I came home for a fresh set of clothes."