MOM LIKES IT ROUGH

November 7th. Sunday Night. 10:17 PM.

"Harder," Sarah begged.

Jack pumped into his wife, his body hovering over hers in the relative darkness of their bedroom.

"Harder!" she demanded loudly.

"Shhh!" he scolded her. "Do you want Mike to hear you?"

The forty-three-year-old mother temporarily lost her breath at the idea of their son hearing them. "Oh my God, that would be so hot! Make him hear us!"

"No, Sarah--"

"I want him worried about what you're doing to me!" she interrupted, grinning up at him. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her neck. "Choke me."

"Are you crazy?"

"Then slap me," she countered. "Hard."

He let out a loud huff. The forty-seven-year-old dad was tired of whatever phase his wife was going through. Did it even qualify as a phase at this point? She'd been obsessed with rough sex for the past three years despite the knowledge that he wasn't on board with her desires, and her constant nagging had grown exhausting.

"I'm not choking, slapping, or doing any of that stuff to you. Cut it out."

She pulled his limp hand off her throat and attempted to make him slap her face. He quickly yanked his arm away before she was able to do so.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, sliding out of her and rolling over to his side of the bed.

Sarah took a deep breath while gazing up at their bedroom ceiling. "Stop acting like I have something wrong with me."

"But there is something wrong with you. Normal women don't act this way."

She was so sick of being told that something was wrong with her. So what if she wanted to have rough sex? Was it really so crazy to spice up their love life and try new things? The sex that they had once or twice a month couldn't possibly be more vanilla. She was tired of being turned down, laughed at, and told to behave. Sometimes, she wanted to be more like the girls in the erotic novels she loved to read. Sometimes, she wanted to be bad.

"This all started when you got that dumb Kindle," Jack said. "At least I knew what you were reading back when you always had a paperback in your hand. Do you have any idea how strange it was for me when I discovered that my wife was reading porn? Sarah, that's not normal."

"Yes, it is," she argued.

"No, it isn't. And then you told me that you watch porn too. Am I married to a grown woman or a teenager? You constantly nag me for sex, you read and watch porn, and you want me to rough you up in bed. It's ridiculous!"

The blonde mom rolled her blue eyes. She couldn't control her sex drive. Yes, it'd always been higher than Jack's, but things kind of exploded after her fortieth birthday. Now, she was constantly horny.

Did her sex drive feel like a burden at times? Honestly? Yes, it did. But what guy didn't want to be married to a woman like her? She would come home after a long day and desperately crave to give her husband a blowjob, and he would act like it was some kind of hardship! It just didn't make any sense!

So, with her sexual needs not being attended to, she decided to direct her pent-up frustration elsewhere. She'd signed up for a gym membership two years ago and lost the extra twenty pounds that had bugged her for the last decade. She was five-foot-five and weighed just under one hundred and forty pounds. She was fit and still retained all her curves, but it was like Jack didn't even notice her plump backside or sizable breasts anymore.

"It could be really fun to try some new things in bed," she huffed, frustrated as ever. "I don't understand why you can't have an open mind. What's the harm in giving me a little slap? If you don't like it, then fine, but you won't even try it!"

Jack placed his hands on his beer belly before his right palm ran through the little remaining brown hair on his mostly bald head. "I don't need to slap my wife in the face to know that I wouldn't like it."

"No, it's--"

"I thought you were reading romance novels or something," he interrupted. "Never in a million years would I have guessed that it was graphic sexual stuff. What's the appeal of being dominated by some billionaire boss who acts like a jerk? It's disgusting."

"It's the appeal of being dominated--period. Lots of women love the idea of submitting to a powerful man. Sure, it's hot to think about that, but I want to submit to a man I love. Why's that so hard for you to grasp?"

"So, you want me to make more money?" he asked.

Sarah shot him a confused look from her spot in bed. "What? No, I don't care about money. The power fantasy for women is the same as the eighteen-year-old schoolgirl fantasy for men. It's something lavish and out there. It's just a fantasy. What I really want is for you to treat me like a slut in the bedroom."

He let out an exhausted groan.

"But I do!" she whined. "And I don't understand why you don't want that! What guy turns down blowjobs, by the way? Huh? It's fuckin' crazy, Jack!"

"Because I'm tired," he told her. "I work a ton of hours and I have to travel an entire week every month, so sometimes I just want to relax."

"Then work less," she proposed.

"I can't."

"That's such bullshit!" she argued. "Our mortgage is paid off and we don't have any debt. We have everything we need. Stop using that as an excuse!"

"It's not an excuse. What about retirement? Do you want to be working until you're seventy? I bust my butt to give us a good life. Sorry if that takes priority to your ridiculous sexual fantasies, but it does."

It drove her nuts how he couldn't see things her way. "What good is money when we're dead? It would be nice to leave Mike a nest egg, but our happiness is more important. We only have one life. We should enjoy it."

"God, this is a perfect example of how men and women are different," he remarked under his breath, rolling his eyes.

She didn't follow. "What?"

"Guys are always striving for more. I work hard, I've started side businesses, and I'm always thinking and trying to create new things. Women just go with the flow. There's no motivation or creativity in your gender."

"That's nonsense," she huffed, annoyed by his misogynistic perspective.

"Name something invented by a woman."

...

"Exactly," he laughed as a result of her silence. "Yeah, work is more important to me than sex, and that's why--"

"That's why, what?" Sarah asked, curious as to why he'd cut himself off.

"Nothing."

She refused to accept that for an answer. "Tell me what you were going to say."

"No, it'll hurt your feelings."

"I'm a big girl, I can handle it. Tell me," she said.

He turned his attention to the curious look on his wife's face. "That's why you're a secretary."

Her brow furrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Because you don't strive for anything greater," he explained. "No guy would work your job. We want bigger things while you girls just accept mediocrity. You'd rather sit around and read a book than work."

She should feel insulted from what she'd just heard, shouldn't she? The problem was that she didn't feel hurt at all. Jack was absolutely right. She loved going with the flow. She never desired much more than a decent job and a family, to be completely honest. She was a secretary for a small real estate company and had no intention of leaving. It paid decent money, provided health insurance for her family--and most importantly--it was a low-stress gig. She didn't see the problem with her lifestyle.

"Of course, I would rather read a book than work!" she laughed. "So would everyone else!"

"No, they wouldn't. I never would."

"Yeah, because you're the most neurotic person I've ever met," she continued to chuckle. "You can't even sit down and watch TV without pulling out your laptop or doing something on your phone. It isn't normal."

"Not normal?" he asked with his eyebrows raised. "Not normal is wanting to have sex in the shower because you saw some dumb movie with your friend the other week. What kind of trash are you watching where people are having shower sex, by the way?"

"The movie was goofy but that scene was really hot," she told him with a sly smile. "Sex in the shower doesn't sound awesome to you?"

He shook his head no.

"I don't know how else to tell you what I want at this point. I want to have rough, physical, aggressive sex. I want to be treated like a whore when we're inside our bedroom. It doesn't have to be all the time, but it needs to start happening. Oh, I found that article too!"

He watched her reach toward her nightstand and retrieve her phone. She scrolled for a few moments before handing it to him.

"Read that for me," she said.

Jack began reading silently.

"Out loud," she added.

"What's your favorite sexual position?" he mumbled. "Seventy-one percent of women say doggy style, while a whopping ninety-two percent of men prefer it in doggy as well. It turns out America's favorite sexual position is also the most primitive."

"I told you!" Sarah announced, proud and devious as always. "I didn't make that up! Everyone loves doggy style!"

"I don't."

Unfortunately, she knew that all too well. "I know. You and eight percent of men. I hate missionary sex. Like, you can't possibly understand how much I resent it. It literally does nothing for me. And when you're actually in the mood for sex, it's always in missionary. I fucking hate it!"

He handed her phone back to her. "Well, there's something else I've wanted to talk to you about too, and it's your potty mouth. Do you have to swear all the time? It's embarrassing to listen to you do it in front of strangers. And our son talks like you as well. It's so trashy."

"How about this? I'll swear less if you start fucking me properly."

He shook his head, a light groan escaping from his lips.

Sarah's playful tone rapidly changed. She was growing frustrated. "What do you want me to do then, Jack? Play with myself for the rest of my life? Let's go over the things you won't do."

"Can I just go to bed?"

"No!" she hissed sharply. "One, you won't go down on me. You haven't done it in three years! And I couldn't even tell you the last time you made me cum. Ten years, maybe? You know, I originally bought a vibrator way back when we first got married because of how much you traveled for work. I never would've imagined using it the way I currently do."

"Sarah--"

"It's fucking ridiculous!" she cut him off. "We'll have sex, you'll cum, and then you roll over and go to sleep. I pull out my vibrator and get myself off while my goddamn husband sleeps two feet away from me! That isn't right!"

He rolled his eyes.

"It isn't right, though!" she went on, beyond annoyed. This discussion was long-overdue. "I can't even comprehend the reverse happening. Do you know what I would do if you pulled out your dick and started masturbating? I would immediately give you a blowjob. And do you want to know why? Because you're my husband. It's my job to take care of you. Just like it's your job to take care of me."

"If you cum, you cum," he voiced. "Who cares how it happens?"

She shook her head in disbelief. Sometimes, she didn't understand his mindset at all. "Next, we only have sex in missionary, and it's like once a month. I want it seven days a week. We need to find a middle ground."

"You can't force me to be in the mood for sex," he reminded her. "If I'm not, I'm not. I can't control it."

She breezed past his rebuttal and moved ahead to her other concerns. "Next, I want to give you random blowjobs. I don't understand why you fight me on this. Why can't I give you head when I'm horny and I want a quick fix?"

"Because I'm trying to get stuff done."

"I'm not asking you to stop!" she told him. "Keep working on whatever! Pretend like I'm not even there or something! I love giving head!"

"Are we done?" he asked, fed up and ready for bed.

"How about you go down on me?"

He glanced in her direction reluctantly. "Now?"

"Yeah, now," she said with a smile, holding out hope that he would change for her.

"No, I need to go to bed. I have to wake up early tomorrow."

"Shocking..." she muttered under her breath sarcastically.

Sarah watched him turn off the light on his nightstand before closing his eyes, causing her to smirk with a devilish twinkle in her eyes. She was done holding back. The frustrated mom retrieved her vibrator from her nightstand and turned it to the highest setting. The loud buzzing from her sex toy quickly filled their bedroom.

She slid her pajama bottoms and panties down, and promptly found her clit with the purple buzzing head. She planned to make a production out of the next five minutes.

"Oh, fuck!" she moaned loudly.

Jack huffed and rolled over, now facing away from her.

"That feels so fucking good!" she cried again. "Make me cum, Daddy!"

"Mike is going to hear you," Jack commented.

"I don't care," she giggled, struggling to keep her eyes open from the overwhelming sensations. "I'm gonna cum so hard. Like a little fuckin' whore!"

He rolled his eyes and pulled the blankets over his head.

She'd gone through many phases over the past fifteen years. That's really how long she'd been responsible for getting herself off, after all. Jack seemed to tap out when it came to the bedroom around their five-year anniversary, and she'd been on her own ever since.

Her initial fantasies were tried-and-true. It'd been her biggest weakness since she was a little girl, and sometimes a woman never moves past certain cravings. She just couldn't help but love musicians. Few things got her off like one of her favorite artists--or primarily--a sexy lead singer from a band she loved. But then things began to change.

Movie stars soon followed, and she found herself dreaming of being a co-star in one of their latest summer blockbusters. Maybe she would hit it off with the hunky heartthrob and they would end up fooling around on set throughout the shoot? But Hollywood eventually gave way to professional athletes. This seemed to be around the time that her son was ten or eleven and always had a sports game or highlights playing on the TV, and she quickly realized how sexy quarterbacks were. They certainly didn't look so hot when she was growing up. Her long baths turned into exotic sessions consisting of fantasies about wearing her stud boyfriend's jersey while she waited at home for him to return from the big game.

But then she turned forty and her sex drive completely exploded.

Everyone and everything had been fair game over the past two and a half years. She'd masturbated to the package delivery guy, the college kid stocking shelves at the grocery store, and to a few of her son's teachers after meeting them at parent-teacher conference day. Even his fresh-out-of-college math teacher Ms. Thompson made an appearance during her alone time, but the guys from the gym had become the most popular item on the menu lately. Tall, lean, and muscular. Jocks with wide shoulders, defined biceps, and ripped abs had been her go-to poison of choice over the last twelve months.

But there was one jock who'd been on the outskirts of her fantasies over the past year. He lingered around, occasionally stepping in to make a quick appearance before scurrying away. He wasn't a meathead either. He was kind, caring, sweet, and just so happened to possess an athletic body that she loved so much. He was also the one guy who shouldn't be anywhere near her fantasies, but she couldn't control what did it for her. Maybe Jack was right? If you cum, you cum. It didn't matter how she got to the finish line. No, it only mattered that she got there.

"Oh my God, I'm such a slut!" she cried, her index finger in her mouth as the vibrator buzzed on her throbbing clit. "I'm gonna cum all over that big cock!"

A sexy body, a handsome face, and a big dick: he was everything she wanted in a man. He was charming and thoughtful, but also aggressive and rough. He was her perfect guy.

Tonight, in her fantasy, Sarah was her son's little slut.

Chapter 2 -- A Change of Plans

November 8th. Monday. 6:49 AM.

"Hey, sweetheart."

Mike looked up from his bowl of cereal. The brown-eyed, brown-haired, eighteen-year-old high school senior was dressed for school in a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt as he finished the remainder of his breakfast at the kitchen table. He was six-foot-one with an athletic build from years of sports and weight training, and the charismatic teen certainly never had a problem with the ladies.

"Hey, Mom," he smiled back.

Sarah fired up the coffee machine dressed in a black pencil skirt--which ran just past her knees--and a white button-up blouse. A pair of short black heels completed her stylish outfit. She normally missed both her son and husband in the mornings. Mike and Jack both left by seven o'clock, while she didn't need to be at work until eight-thirty.

But it was a different story one Monday a month. She would wake up early to drop her husband off at the airport before heading to work, and today was one of those Mondays. The timing couldn't have been better either. She could use a week apart from Jack. She was extremely agitated at the moment, and last night's conversation annoyed her more and more as she replayed it in her head.

Who the hell was he to criticize what she did for a living? She was a working mother who ran a household pretty much by herself. The only other person who contributed was Mike. Her son would handle the yard work while she kept the house clean and prepared the meals. Come to think of it, Jack didn't really do anything other than work.

"What are you doing up?"

Her head snapped around at the sound of her husband's voice. "Morning, Jack."

"What are you doing up?" he repeated, dressed in his sharp black business attire. "I told you that I don't need a ride."

She looked at him curiously. "When did you tell me that?"

"Last night," he said. "The company is sending drivers from now on. I told you this."

"No, you didn't," she said.

"Yeah, I did," he argued. "Your head is all over the place lately."

Sarah tried her best to remember. Did he tell her that he didn't need a ride? She honestly couldn't recall, but maybe he did? And, yeah, her head was definitely all over the place lately. In fact, it'd been all over the place for the past two and a half years. She desperately needed some good dick in her life.

He shuffled over to the coffee machine and swooped in to fill his cup. His phone buzzed in his pocket which caused him to pull it out and read the alert.

"The driver's here so I have to get going," he announced. He moved in front of Mike to capture his attention. "You know the drill, Mike. You call me if there are any problems, and don't do anything stupid until I get home."

Mike rolled his eyes as he waited for Dad to finish his speech. He must've heard it a million times by this point. 'Call me if there are any problems, don't do anything stupid until I get home, and make sure that nothing happens to your mother.' It was the same exact quote every time he left.

"Alright, I'll see you two next week," he said before heading out the door.

"Bye," he directed at his dad, caught off-guard from what he'd just heard. He hurried to look over at Mom. "What was that?"

She poured herself a cup of coffee and joined her son at the kitchen table. "What was what?"

"That," he repeated. "What Dad said."

She stared at him, waiting for him to clarify himself.

"He always tells me to make sure that nothing happens to you," Mike pointed out. "He's never not said that...except for today."

Sarah shrugged her shoulders.His eyes peered sharply as he picked up on her sense of uneasiness. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

He set his spoon down, allowing it to rest against the edge of his cereal bowl. "Did something happen between you two?"

"What?" she asked.

"Dad has never not told me to look after you, and you seem a little distant now too. Are you okay?"

"Of course."

"You would tell me if you weren't, right?" he checked. "You know that I'm always here for you."

"I know, baby," she smiled, lovestruck with her perfect angel--like always.

The two sat in silence for a few moments.

"Well, we had a bit of a fight last night," she finally admitted.

His demeanor turned extremely serious. "Dad didn't do something to you, did he?"

"No, of course not," she assured her worried son. "We just had an argument and it got a little more heated than usual."

"About what?"

She took a sip of her coffee before shooting him a look. "I can't tell you that."

"Is it personal?" he asked.

"Very," she told him.

"Okay, I can take a hint. And I know you understand this, but I'm always here if you need to talk to someone. I know that you have friends and stuff, but maybe they aren't around sometimes or something? Or maybe you want a man's advice or opinion? I don't care what the subject is. I'm never not here for you."

She smiled lovingly across the table. What Mike just told her didn't need to be said. She already knew it. There wasn't anyone on the planet who she felt more comfortable around than her perfect angel, but at the same time, he was an eighteen-year-old high schooler. He didn't need to be burdened by her problems.

Thirty seconds of silence passed before Sarah eventually cracked. She needed to get her problems off her chest.

"Dad and I aren't getting along so well lately."

He'd resumed eating his cereal, but swiftly dropped his spoon back into his bowl to give her his undivided attention. "Is that breaking news?"

She raised her eyebrows.

"Mom, you and Dad not getting along isn't exactly shocking to me," he told her. "I don't think I've ever seen you guys actually enjoy being around each other."

"No, we do."

"You do?" he questioned. "Maybe I'm wrong then? You've met Kevin's parents, right?"

"Yeah, we sat next to them at your football banquet last year. They're super nice."

"They're awesome," he agreed. "Kevin's parents are best friends. I always thought that was a corny thing people said. You know, to marry your best friend, but I've never seen anything like those two. They literally can't get enough of being around each other. Mr. B grabs Mrs. B's ass right in front of us all the time when we're at Kevin's house, and Mrs. B acts all embarrassed, but you can tell that she loves it. They're so into each other."

Sarah smiled, and while the girl in her couldn't get enough of what sounded like a modern-day love story, the woman in her was extraordinarily jealous. She would kill for a husband who couldn't keep his hands off of her.

"And I don't want to sound like a dick or anything, but I've come home after being at Kevin's house for the day, and it's like you and Dad are roommates or something. I don't think I've ever even seen you two kiss. Hell, Dad didn't even say a real goodbye to you when he just left."

She certainly couldn't call her son a liar.

"I've always thought that's just how you guys were or something, but as I've gotten older, I've started to think that maybe you two don't really like one another," he gave his honest thoughts.

She took a deep breath. She didn't want to admit it, but he was right. She never had an over-the-top loving marriage. Jack had been somewhat cold and distant for a long time, and he seemed to move further away mentally, emotionally, and especially physically as the years passed. Actually admitting her unfortunate reality to her own son wasn't so easy, however.

"Listen, we don't need to talk about it," he said, her look of stress causing him to not push the envelope further. "I just want you to know that I'm here if you change your mind."

She was done beating around the bush. Mike wasn't a little kid; he was a man. He could handle hearing what she had to say. She desperately needed to tell someone about her biggest problem, and she couldn't think of anyone she trusted more than the love of her life.

"Dad isn't taking care of me."

He stared across the table, not fully understanding what she meant. "Not taking care of you? What does that mean?"

"He isn't taking care of me," she repeated quietly. "You know..."

He took a deep gulp as it finally made sense to him. He never would've imagined having such a conversation with his own mother. "Um...like, sexually?"

She nodded slowly while her eyes refused to leave the oak table below.

He attempted to calculate his next move. "Um...do you want me...to uh...talk to him?"

Her head immediately shot up in a panic. "No!"

"Mom, it's okay," he tried his best to calm her. "Maybe something's off and he's embarrassed to tell you?"

"You can't say anything to him!" she demanded, her voice unusually strict. "He can't know that we had this conversation!"

"I won't say anything," he promised. "Maybe his testosterone levels are low or something, though? He's getting close to fifty. That stuff probably starts happening around his age."

"No, baby, it's not that."

"Listen, Mom, you're very beautiful, but this is part of life," he continued. "I'm sure Dad would love to be all over you, but nature is cruel sometimes."

"No, sweetheart, you don't understand. It's--"

Her words were cut short by Mike's phone alarm going off.

"Shit, I have to get going," he told his mother. "I can be late if you need to talk, though. You just have to write me a note saying that I had a dentist appointment or something."

"No, baby, it's fine," she said. "Go to school."

"Are you sure? Mom, you take priority over everything. If you need to talk right now, then I'll talk."

"I love you," she reminded him, gazing proudly at the unbelievably perfect young man who she'd raised. "I really do, but I'm fine. Honestly. Go to school."

He tossed his drawstring bag that he used as a backpack over his shoulder, picked up his basketball bag, and headed for the door.

"I have practice after school so I'll be home around five. I'll see ya for dinner."

"Sounds like a date," she said.

"See ya later. Love you, Mom!" he shouted before closing the front door.

"Love you too!" she hollered back.

Sarah closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had no idea what to do.

Chapter 3 -- A Conversation Over Pizza

Later That Same Day. 5:20 PM.

Mike arrived home with a pizza box in hand. Mom texted him during practice to let him know that she'd ordered under his name, so he stopped by their favorite pizza joint on his way home and picked up dinner. He couldn't help but be surprised to receive such a text. Mom was always so good about eating healthy--especially over the past few years--so maybe she was too tired to cook today?

He plopped the box down on the dining room table and listened for any trace of noise. The house was silent.

"You home!?" he shouted.

A light rumble sounded from above before conceding to footsteps on the stairs. Moments later, he was greeted by his mother who'd yet to change out of her work attire. She reached out and handed him a twenty dollar bill.

"It's alright, I got it."

"Are you crazy?" she laughed. "You're not buying dinner. Take it!"

He accepted the money and slipped it into his pocket. "I have to be honest. Pizza sounded really good."

I know, right?" she agreed with a grin.

Sarah disappeared into the kitchen before returning with two plates in hand. Her son took a seat at the end of the table and she sat in the chair next to him. A now opened pizza box found its way between them.

"Oh, I got something!" Mike announced as he scrambled to pick up his backpack and dug around inside. "Crap, where did I put it?"

She took a bite of the cheesy, greasy, and remarkably unhealthy slice of pizza in her hand, when her eyes suddenly moved down to the table thanks to Mike tossing a stack of papers in front of her.

"I did a little research during seventh-period study hall," he told her. "I went to the computer lab and printed out all kinds of information on low testosterone and erectile dysfunction."

Sarah closed her eyes and took a deep breath. He was still hung up on this?

"Listen, I can't say anything to Dad. There's no way that he would want me knowing about this, and I wouldn't wish this shit on my worst enemy either. It sounds horrifying. It only took like ten minutes before I searched to see if ED is hereditary, and thank God that it isn't. Mom, you can't ever criticize or make nasty remarks to him about his situation either. This shit is emasculating enough already, so the last thing he needs is to be mocked for it."

"No, sweetheart--"

"I think I know the main causes," he interrupted. "It says high stress, poor diet, and certain types of medications are all leading factors of ED. Dad has all of those! The low testosterone thing is something out of his control, but they have supplements for that. So, he can get all of this fixed!"

She smiled while shaking her head. "Baby, your father isn't interested in me."

"Yeah, because of his situation, but he can fix that."

"No, that's not why," she shook her head again. "He's pretty much always been like this. We never went through a period of sexual craziness even back when we were dating. Not only have our sex drives never matched up, but they've drastically grown apart as the years have gone by."

"They've grown apart?" he asked, hesitant and full of uncertainty. He never imagined being privy to such sensitive information.

"Sweetheart, my sex drive is insane," she admitted bluntly. "I don't know what happened. It was always high, but it's completely out of control now, and it's been that way for close to three years at this point."

The young man gulped in a fit of untimely panic. Dad couldn't keep up with Mom's high sex drive? Really? That was the last explanation he'd ever expected to hear.

"So, it's definitely not Dad's testosterone levels," she chuckled. "He just isn't into me sexually. It was manageable back when I was younger, but it's becoming much harder to deal with now."

"How's that possible?" he asked.

"How is what possible?"

"How can he not be into you?" he clarified himself. "It doesn't make any sense."

She took another bite of her pizza as she looked in his direction, not understanding his confusion.

"Mom, you're extremely attractive," he confessed sheepishly. "How can't he be into you?"

Her formerly confused look was replaced with an ear-to-ear smile. She was over the moon. "You think I'm attractive?"

"Are you serious? Um...yeah. Me and every other guy on the planet thinks so."

Her cheeks turned bright red.

"Listen, I didn't want to say anything because I'm your son and you're my mom, but maybe you need to hear it? Especially since I always assumed that Dad told you this stuff. That doesn't seem to be the case after what I've found out today, though."

She eagerly awaited to discover what was on his mind.

He finished the last bite of his pizza and looked back at his mother. "I've always thought that you were very pretty, and I don't want you to think that I gawk at you or anything, but your body has really changed over the past couple years. There's a total difference from before you started eating better and working out."

Sarah struggled to control her excitement. "Oh my God, that means so much to me, baby!"

"Well, it's the truth, but something happened like a month ago. Or maybe it was a little longer? I'm not totally sure. Again, I don't sit around and stare at you or anything, but I do live with you. And I see you every day too, so it's tough to not occasionally glance in your direction."

"That's fine," she said with a big smile. "Hey, I'd be lying if I didn't admit to checking you out from time to time."

His eyebrows perked up.

"What?" she laughed. "What am I supposed to do? I live with a good-looking guy who just so happens to have all kinds of muscles. So, yeah, you better believe that I help myself to a peek when you wear a tank top or decide against a shirt altogether."

He wasn't sure what to say. Was it incredibly inappropriate to discover that his mother viewed him in a sexual manner? Absolutely. But did it qualify as the single most amazing thing that he'd ever heard? Without a doubt.

"I don't feel so bad about what I'm about to say anymore," he laughed along with her. "I don't know if you remember, but we had a conversation at the kitchen table back when you decided that you wanted to start living healthier."

"I absolutely remember," Sarah said.

"You do?" he asked, surprised that she recalled such a seemingly insignificant moment. "We went over things to eat, exercises, and stuff like that. I vividly remember telling you to not avoid lifting weights, but you were hesitant about it. You thought it would make you look bulky and masculine."

She remembered their conversation like it happened yesterday.

"The changes in your body have been amazing," he went on. "They really have. You've lost weight, you're healthier, and I've never told you this, but your skin has a glow to it now. I'm pretty sure that's from how healthy you eat."

Her jaw was on the floor. "A glow!?"

"Yeah, you look brighter and more youthful. It's really incredible."

"Why didn't you ever say anything!?" she asked, her energetic feet tapping repeatedly on the floor. "Oh my God, a glow!?"

"I didn't say anything because it's supposed to be Dad's job to tell you stuff like that," he said with a big smile, overjoyed to bring such a level of happiness to his incredible mother's life. "It seemed like an inappropriate thing for me to bring up. Well, it used to. It won't seem out of line after what I'm about to tell you."

She stared into her son's brown eyes, anxious to hear what he had to say.

"I was sitting in the family room watching TV like a month ago, and you walked in wearing a tight pair of yoga pants. Once again, you always look great, but something caught my eye."

She bit her lower lip. Something about this was so fun and exciting!

"Your butt," he smiled.

"My butt?" she questioned, beyond surprised.

"Yeah, it was crazy," he went on, lost in his vivid recollection. "I thought that maybe it was your pants or something. So, the next morning you came into the kitchen all dressed for work, wearing this really nice beige skirt. You turned around to get coffee, and just like the night before, my eyes locked on your backside. I know how inappropriate that sounds. I really do, and I'm honestly not some pervert who gawks at his mom or anything either. It's just hard not to notice."

"What about my butt caught your attention?" she asked nervously.

"Everything," he confessed. "The lift it had, the shape of it, the size: just everything. And I kept noticing it after that day as well. Honestly, I saw it when you came into the room a few minutes ago too. You look unbelievable. I've wanted to say something for a long time but it didn't seem like my place. You deserve to hear it, though. Did you change something?"

She wanted to scream. She wanted to run over to her son and give him a big hug. She wanted to do a million different things, but at the moment, all she could do was smile with joy.

"I started lifting weights!" she announced, almost yelling.

Mike threw his hands in the air. "I knew it! When did you start?"

"Two months ago!" she answered proudly, her voice full of pep and energy. "You can really notice a difference?"

"Mom, it's crazy. This is why I told you not to avoid weights. It does wonders."

"I know..." she groaned. "Believe me, I wish I would've started a long time ago. I totally feel a difference, but I didn't know it was visibly noticeable!"

The young man nodded his head, thrilled to be able to put a smile on Mom's face. "Every guy in your life notices. Your boss, people who see you on a daily basis at stores or whatever, and especially Dad can see the change. I guarantee it. You're making a lot of men in the world happy."

Sarah's smile couldn't possibly be bigger. "Okay, I really only used the cardio machines at the gym, and all that stuff is on the top floor, but I can see down into the free weights on the lower floor while I'm using the treadmill. There's this one girl who's always down there who looks unbelievable. Her butt and legs are insane. One day, I was filling up my water bottle at the fountain when she suddenly walked behind me to get a drink. I almost didn't say anything because I was worried about being rude, but I decided to anyway. I told her how amazing she looks and I asked what her secret was, and guess what?"

"What?" Mike asked.

"She showed me her entire lower-body workout! She took me through the whole thing, explained to me how to do different lifts and what parts of the body it targets, and everything!"

"Is she a trainer?" he inquired.

"No, she's an x-ray technician. She's just super nice! So, I started doing her workout three days a week. I got her a gift card to a coffee shop as a thank you, and she was all excited because she loves green tea."

"That's awesome," he told her, helping himself to another slice of pizza. "Listen, you were a ten before you started working out, but you're like a fifteen now."

Her eyebrows perked up in surprise.

"You really are," he reiterated his claim, grinning slightly. "Maybe there's something wrong with Dad mentally? I can't explain why he doesn't maul you like six hours a day. Have you guys tried spicing things up? Maybe getting a little kinky or something?"

She burst into laughter.

"What?" Mike asked. "I'm being serious. Twenty years is a long time to be married to someone. Maybe try some role-play or stuff?"

Her laughter grew with each passing second.

"I don't see what's so funny," he said.

"Sweetheart, can I be honest with you?" she asked, still getting a kick out of his comment.

"We aren't being honest? I mean, Mom, I never could've imagined having this discussion with you."

"Yeah, I guess we are being really honest," she agreed. "Here's the deal. Not only has my sex drive exploded over the past few years, but the type of sex I want has changed too."

He took a deep gulp. Holy shit, Mom planned to talk about the kind of sex she wanted? He could barely see straight as he did his best to maintain his composure!

"I've always liked aggressive sex while Dad has been more passive and soft. Now, there's nothing wrong with the occasional romantic evening, but nine out of ten times, I want to be ravished."

He was speechless.

"I want to be thrown against the wall, I want to be slapped and choked, and I want someone to spit in my face!"

He had no idea what to say.

"And I've told Dad about all of this," she went on voicing her frustrations. "I tried to get him to choke and slap me last night. He won't even have sex with me doggy style. Everything has to be missionary. You're a guy. Don't you like doggy style?"

He barely managed to nod. He was completely flabbergasted.

"Is that your favorite position?" she asked.

He nodded again hesitantly.

"See, you like doggy style because you're a man!" she shouted, emphasizing her words with a clenched fist. "God, Dad constantly turns down my blowjobs too! What kind of guy does that? Why would that be a problem?"

"He turns down...blowjobs?" Mike asked, baffled by the single most ridiculous statement that he'd ever heard in his eighteen years of life.

"Yeah, all the time!" she huffed. Even thinking about Jack annoyed her. "Did you ever turn down a blowjob from Rachel?"Mom was referring to his ex-girlfriend who he'd broken up with a few months ago. The answer to her question was a resounding no.

He shook his head.

"Obviously!" she pointed out, throwing her hands in the air. "I don't even need his full attention! I told him to continue working on his laptop or whatever. I just want to play with him for a while."

Mike swallowed but his mouth was completely dry. This was his mom? This amazing, incredible, gorgeous woman who he'd known for eighteen years was actually sexually insatiable? What the hell was wrong with Dad!?

"I uh...I um...have to take a shower," he told his mother, pointing at his sweaty t-shirt from his two-hour long basketball practice. He was more eager to escape her presence and regroup than anything. "Leave the pizza out. I'm going to have some more after."

"Sure thing, baby," she said.

Chapter 4 -- The Proposal

Mike stared at the showerwall for five motionless minutes before even reaching for the shampoo. He still couldn't believe what he'd heard. Part of him regretted not hanging around with Mom for longer, but he had to bail on their conversation, and excusing himself to take a shower seemed like the best way to escape.

He couldn't deny that Mom had gotten sexier to him as the years went by. That wasn't how it was supposed to work, right? He'd gone through a girlfriend, countless numbers of favorite porn stars, and several different go-to sexual fetishes, but one thing remained the same. No matter what changed in his life, the woman he desired more than anyone in the world stayed constant. His lust for his mother never swayed.

He finally finished his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist before heading for his bedroom. Where was he supposed to go from here? Dad obviously wasn't taking care of Mom, and she made that one hundred percent clear at dinner earlier. Did she bring up her sex life for a specific reason, or was it only to vent? And what about her remark regarding her desire for rough sex? She wanted to be choked and slapped? His own mother?

What he really needed to do was masturbate. He had to clear his mind and forget all about the conversation they had at the dining room table fifteen minutes ago. He just needed to put the past behind him.

"Hey, sweetheart."

Mike jumped the moment he heard her angelic voice. Sitting on the edge of his bed, dressed in the same black pencil skirt and white button-up blouse that she had on earlier, was his mother.

"Uh, hey," he greeted her nervously, clenching his towel tighter. It was all that covered him.

"Whatcha up to?" she asked.

"Um...I have to do home-home-homework," he stammered, rattled in familiar fashion to earlier.

"Do you have a lot of it?"

"I have enough of it," he answered after taking a deep gulp.

"Why don't you take a seat?"

He glanced around the room. "Where?"

She pointed directly across from the edge of the bed that she sat on.

He glanced at the wooden computer chair she obviously referred to before turning his attention back to his mother. "Can you leave for a minute so I can get dressed?"

"Just take a seat," she said with a warm smile. "You're fine like that."

He walked over to his chair and sat down, his eyes wandering everywhere except to the woman sitting on his bed.

"I meant what I said earlier."

He finally looked at her. "What?"

"About rough sex," she clarified. "I want to be treated like a whore in bed."

He stared straight-ahead with his mouth agape.

"And I'm all out of options," she continued. "Your father won't come around and give me what I want. Now, I'm sure that I could find a guy to cheat on him with, but I don't want that. I still love Dad, but I'm forty-three years old now. I feel like I deserve some sexual satisfaction at this point in my life. Don't you agree?"

He nodded, cautious as ever. Where was she going with their discussion?

"And I don't want some fling. I don't want a guy from the gym or some dating app to mess around with. I want someone who I love and care about, because I need trust in order to do the stuff I want. There are three men on the planet who I completely trust. The first is Grandpa, next is Dad, and do you know who the third is?"

He knew the answer to her question, but he couldn't manage to respond. Mom wanted to be treated like a whore in bed? It was the single most shocking revelation of his life.

"You," she confirmed with a grin. "And having some fun with you doesn't seem like cheating to me. Well, maybe it is, but I'm able to look past it. You aren't a random guy. You're the love of my life. So, who better to get what I need from?"

"Um--"

"I've thought about this for a while," she cut off his hesitation. "I honestly wouldn't approach you if I didn't think you were up for it. Sweetheart, I look at you and part of me still sees a little boy, because I'm your mother. I'll always see my little angel when I gaze at your handsome face, but you aren't a boy anymore, are you? No, you're tall, strong, and full of muscles. I've watched you play football and basketball for twelve years. You're aggressive, athletic, and unafraid of anything. I mean, look at your face now! You have a sexy five o'clock shadow, and you start getting scruff within a few days if you don't shave. You're a man now! My man! Every part of me knows that you can do this."

"Wha-wha-what is it-it you want?" he asked with a stutter.

"I want to give you a blowjob."

Mike lost his breath.

"We can start with that," she told her son. "Let's take things slow. If you like it, then we can go further. If not, I won't bug you. I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I want you to enjoy this. You see, baby, I--"

"I'm in."

Sarah couldn't help but be taken aback slightly. She stared at the stud who'd just interrupted her and put an end to her rambling. "What?"

"I'm in," he repeated, suddenly confident.

A big smile grew on her face. "You are?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Really? That easily?"

"The hottest woman on the planet just offered me a blowjob," he put it bluntly. "What am I going to say? No?"

She couldn't believe how excited she felt. What did her amazing son just call her? "The hottest woman on the planet?"

"Yeah, you heard me," he nodded, stone-faced. "And I can't say no to you. If this is what you want, then I'm in. I'm not going to sit here and act like some martyr, though. I want this too."

"You want this?"

"Absolutely," he told her, his eyes descending her perfect body. "For quite a while."

Sarah felt herself grow flustered. She expected to have to beg for him to see things her way, but she didn't have to at all. Not only was he up for this, but he wanted it too!

"We need to go over something first."

Her focus left her son's still damp and muscular body, and moved north to his handsome face. "What's on your mind, honey?"

"I understand what you want. Rachel was the same way."

A shocked expression washed over her face. "She was!?"

"Yeah, you never would've guessed, right?" he chuckled.

It didn't take long before she laughed along with him. "Never in a million years would I've expected that innocent-looking girl to have a wild side."

"Oh, she had a wild side, alright," he said, shaking his head as reflected on his ex-girlfriend. "I never got to explore it as much as I wanted to, though. Actually, we didn't get to do nearly as much as I wanted to. It's tough when you're both young and live at home. We did mess around enough over the summer, though. It was easier when we had the house to ourselves."

Sarah had always liked Rachel. In fact, she was pretty bummed when she found out that her son and his girlfriend had broken up, but at the same time, high school relationships rarely lasted long.

"What was she into?"

"Just the norm at first," he answered. "You know, hair-pulling, light choking, and she liked aggressive sex."

Her eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. That was her son's definition of normal sex!? Hair-pulling and choking? She found him! She found her perfect guy!

"Her fantasies got pretty wild once she got more comfortable with me, though," he went on. "We really didn't get a chance to do a lot of the stuff, but like I said earlier, it's tough when you have to sneak around to have sex."

"What did she fantasize about?"

"She had rape fantasies," Mike admitted.

Sarah gulped.

"She told me that her ultimate fantasy was me in a ski mask, sneaking into her house, and pretending to rape her."

"Did you guys do that?" she questioned, stunned.

"No, I wasn't comfortable with it. Maybe if we were married for twenty years and I completely trusted her, but she was a high school girl new to the world of sex. It seemed like too much."

"Absolutely," she agreed. "I'm happy you realized that."

"I'm telling you this because I want you to know that your fantasies are normal," he explained. "Rachel showed me a website where this huge community of people discuss their sexual taboos. People are into some crazy shit, Mom. It's just that most of them aren't comfortable enough to tell anyone in real life. Wanting this is normal. It isn't weird or anything."

She hated herself for ever considering the possibility of him letting her down. When had he in the past? Her baby had always been there for her, and now was certainly no exception. There was only one man who could satisfy her sexually, and she had no doubt that her stud son would do exactly that.

"And we need a safeword."

She sent a curious glance his way. "A safeword?"

"Yeah, a safeword is--"

"I know what a safeword is," she interjected with a laugh. "I'm just surprised that you think we need one. Honey, it's a blowjob."

"It's a blowjob today," he grinned. "Who knows what it'll be tomorrow?"

She bit her lower lip instinctively. She'd been wet from the moment her son started his shower and she headed up to his room to put her plan in motion, but she was soaked by this point. Her dream was coming true.

"Okay, how about banana?" she offered.

"Banana works. I can't imagine that either of us would say that by mistake. Everything instantly stops if either of us says banana, got it?"

She nodded in agreement. "You ready?"

"One last thing."

She rolled her eyes.

"Just let me say it," he laughed, his cock stirring as a result of her unmistakable anticipation. She wanted this even more than him. "I might call you some crazy shit. Some of it might be nasty, or mean, or whatever. I'm going to do some stuff and treat you in ways that I never have in the past. I don't mean anything by it, though, okay?"

Sarah didn't know whether to scream in excitement, run over and hug him, or cry tears of joy from the relief that she currently felt. Every little thing that she wanted was second nature for Mike. Jack wouldn't even swear, but her son preemptively apologized for the awful things he planned to call her! She could barely control her delight!

"I'm doing it because you want it. It is what you want, right?"

She couldn't confirm her desires fast enough. "Yes, I want it!"

"You're positive? You're sure it isn't something that you'd prefer to remain a fantasy?"

"No!" she shouted. "I'm positive I want this!"

"Okay," he said with a smile full of lust. "Mom, I love you more than anyone in the world. I'm sure it sounds corny, but I would take a bullet for you. I honestly would. You're that important to me. So, if I call you a slut or something, it's because I think you want it. No part of me actually thinks you're a slut. I need you to understand that. It's just role-play."

Her mouth dropped the moment that she heard the word slut come out of his mouth, and she was in no hurry to collect her hanging jaw. "You're going to call me a slut?"

"Do you not want me to?"

"Call me that!" she begged, her bare feet tapping rapidly on the hardwood floor. "Please don't hold back at all! Call me anything you want!"

He locked eyes with her. "Go grab my pillow."

She hopped off the mattress and hurried around the bed to retrieve his pillow. She immediately looked back for directions.

"Right here," he pointed at his feet.

She hustled over with a big grin and came to a stop just inches in front of him.

"Drop it," he told her.

She placed the pillow at his feet.

"Where are your heels, by the way?" he inquired.

"Downstairs. Do you want me to get 'em?"

He debated with himself for a moment while he considered his options. "Do you have anything sluttier?"

She riffled through her shoe collection in her head. It wasn't exactly an easy task either. If there was one thing that she loved shopping for, it was shoes. She had more than she could count.

"I have a pair of six-inch black stiletto heels."

His eyes lit up. "Really? I've never seen those."

"I've never worn 'em. I'm not totally sure why I bought 'em, to be honest. They seem too crazy to wear in public."

Mike gazed into her eyes, waiting for her to get with the program.

"Do you want me to get 'em?" she asked.

"Absolutely!"

She hustled toward his door before a loud voice caused her to stop.

"Wait!"

She peered back at her son with her profile-view facing him. His eyes tracked her body. He started along her thighs, silently praised her perky butt, moved to her shapely hips and slim waist, helped himself to a long gander at her impressive bust, and eventually landed on her youthful face.

"Okay, go get 'em," he said after admiring the perfect ten who would be sucking his cock in a matter of minutes.

She vanished from the doorframe and skipped down the hallway for her bedroom.

Chapter 5 -- The Blowjob

Mike took a quick look around his room. He had to be missing something. He still struggled to comprehend the situation as his brain tried to process what was about to happen. Mom scurried off to her bedroom to put on a pair of six-inch high heels so she could give him a blowjob. A freakin' blowjob! This wasn't some fantasy. It really happened! But what was he forgetting?

Of course!

He was seated in his computer chair with half a hard-on under his bath towel. How could he have almost blown this? The greatest moment in his life prior to today occurred four months ago. Rachel sent him a text on a Thursday night in July, letting him know that her parents had gone out to dinner and a movie. Twenty minutes later, he was receiving his first blowjob, but his initial step into the world of oral sex wasn't the most memorable moment of the night.

It was his ex-girlfriend's reaction.

Now, Mike didn't have a porn dick. He wasn't packing a foot-long monster or anything like that, but he was always happy with what he had. He still remembered the look on Rachel's face when she tugged down his jeans for the first time. She was a virgin at the time--and not yet desensitized by a world of porn or other men--the perky high school knockout was blown away by what she saw. Mike had above-average girth and length, and his ex made a habit of reminding him about his rather impressive physical features. She obviously picked up on how much he loved hearing her fawn over his size as well. What guy didn't?

That moment in Rachel's bedroom happened because he was hard as a rock when Rachel tugged down his jeans and boxers. How couldn't he have been? It was five excruciating months of making out and feeling each other up before he finally got some real action. He was ready to explode the second he stepped inside her bedroom that summer night, and it was only proven by the forty seconds that he managed to last before he erupted in her mouth. It definitely didn't qualify as a shining moment in his sexual history.

He slipped his hand under his towel and gave his rapidly-growing cock a few firm strokes. Seconds later, he was completely hard. Mom wasn't a high school virgin. She was a forty-three-year-old woman. He had no knowledge of her sex life prior to Dad, but she'd probably seen a few dicks in her day, and he wasn't delusional enough to think that he could get a reaction from her that rivaled one of Rachel. But what if he did? What if she was stunned by what she saw? He couldn't pass up on the chance to find out.

His elbows found the wooden arms of his chair as he leaned back in his seat nonchalantly, allowing his throbbing member to pitch a large tent under his towel. He gave his biceps a few flexes, eager to look his best for when Mom returned. There was nothing more he could do from this point forward. He was ready to go.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

He grinned as his ears picked up on the sound of high heels tapping on the hardwood floor in the hallway. She was coming! She was coming in a pair of slutty heels just for him! His eyes shot in the direction of the door, eagerly awaiting the arrival of his gorgeous mother.

"These aren't the easiest to walk in," Sarah giggled as she stepped inside her son's bedroom. "I do like--whoa!"

He cracked a slight smile but managed to keep his cool for the most part. Mom's eyes were locked on his hidden erection.

"Well, it looks like someone's ready to go," she remarked with a twinkle in her eye. Somehow, she loved her perfect angel even more than usual at the moment.

"That's what you do to me," he added causally, doing his best to stay in character. Mom didn't want an overexcited teenager. She desired a confident guy who knew what he wanted, and he would do his damnedest to be that man for her.

She took a step in his direction before stopping. Her eyes found her son's face as she waited for directions.

"Lose a few buttons on your shirt."

She immediately undid the top three buttons on her blouse, revealing the upper part of her white lace bra. A small amount of cleavage was now visible and she wanted it that way. She felt like such a tease. Her slutty high heels, tight black skirt, and hint of her large breasts were now exposed. How many times had Mike thought about her this way? But she didn't want to get naked for him just yet. No, she wanted to drive him wild for a little longer.

"You're so fuckin' sexy."

She gasped after hearing his words. How could she pretend to be a tease? Her son's compliments meant the world to her!

Her line of sight left his face, moved down his defined chest and chiseled abs, before once again settling on the large tent pitched under his white bath towel. She couldn't possibly be wetter.

"Really?" she asked shyly.

"So sexy," he reiterated. "I stand behind what I said earlier. You're the sexiest woman on the planet."

"What do you like about me so much?" she asked sheepishly, glancing down at the floor.

"Everything. Your amazing personality, how nice and kind you are, and your amazing sense of humor. But, Mom, then we get to that ridiculous body."

She'd never loved someone so much.

"Your toned legs, that insane ass, and those big fuckin' tits. And then we top it all off with your gorgeous face. Every guy who's seen you over the past couple years would kill to trade spots with me right now. I would bet everything I have on that too. Guys go home and jerk-off to you."

She finally made eye contact with her son. "You think so?"

"You're a lot of guy's fantasy girl, but do you want to know something?"

"What's that?" she asked.

"You belong to me," he grinned.

She moved in front of him and dropped to her knees on his pillow. A big hand gave her a stop sign before she could reach for his towel.

Mike had a few more questions he wanted answered first. "Have you ever thought about this before?"

"Thought about what?" she asked. "You?"

"Yeah, have you ever thought about fooling around?"

She gazed up at the stud sitting in front of her. It didn't feel right to hold back from revealing her true feelings. She was about to give him a blowjob, for God's sake! It was time to let Mike know exactly how much she wanted him."Dad hasn't made me cum in ages. I honestly couldn't tell you the last time he did. Actually, I'll go ahead and tell you exactly how things work with us. Your father and I have boring sex once or twice a month--and two times a month is if things are crazy. He cums, rolls over, and falls asleep. He's usually out within five minutes. After he slides off of me, I grab my vibrator and get myself off. It's been that way for probably fifteen years, but here's the thing. About three years ago, I started playing with myself right in front of him even when we weren't having sex. I thought that maybe it would get him interested or light a fire inside of him, but it didn't. So, pretty much every night, he lays in bed and works on his computer, and I play with myself two feet to the left of him."

Mike was at a loss for words. It wasn't a secret that his parents' relationship wasn't great, but he never expected to hear something so depressing.

"I also play with myself pretty much every weekday morning," she disclosed all of her secrets. "I like that the two of you are both out of the house when I wake up. It gives me a little private time to get loud."

He didn't know whether to smile or scream. Somehow, his incredible mother continued to amaze him.

"But, back to my nightly routine. Now, I obviously need something to help get me off when Dad is sleeping next to me. I do like my erotic novels, but they're a commitment. Sometimes, I just want to cum fast, you know? So, I've had some go-to guys over the years. It originally started with some of my favorite rock stars, moved to movie stars, and then I went through a major quarterback phase."

"A quarterback phase?" he asked with his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, I've always had a thing for jocks," she told him with a mischievous smirk. "And before I knew it, I was all about the guys at the gym."

He wasn't a fan of hearing that. Mom fantasizing about celebrities that she would never meet was one thing, but actual guys who she saw multiple times a week was a different story.

"It seemed to begin around the time I decided to start eating healthier and working out," she explained. "Maybe it was a subconscious thing? You know, being attracted to the thing I value the most? A bunch of different guys would make their way into my alone time. I've had all kinds of fantasies about doing stuff with them, but this one guy in particular just wouldn't go away. In fact, I got to know him pretty well."

Okay, he really wasn't happy about that. Mom shouldn't be talking to college-aged jocks to begin with, let alone flirting with them! The last thing he wanted was for someone to take advantage of his mother!

"He's tall, athletic, and really sexy. He has abs and big biceps, but he's a total sweetheart too. He's the nicest, kindest, most amazing guy I've ever met, and I can't get enough of being around him."

He seethed with fury. "You're fucking some guy from the gym!?"

"What?" she laughed, rolling her eyes. "I'm talking about you, dumbass!"

It took his mind a moment to process her answer before it registered to him. Relief flooded his formerly angry body. "Ooooooh, because the way you made it sound--"

"I know how I made it sound," she interrupted, giggling at her hunky son. "I did that on purpose to tease you. I don't think about the guys from the gym. No, I think about you, baby."

He'd never been harder than he was at this very moment. "Are you serious?"

"Mm-hmm. I can't even tell you how many times you've made me cum. You've given me hundreds of orgasms--maybe even thousands. You want to know what gets me off so much? When I think about you when Dad is right next to me."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah," she nodded, reflecting on her nightly ritual. "Dad falls asleep pretty quickly and he snores really loud, so I always know when he's completely out. Do you want to know what I do when I'm positive that he's asleep?"

"What do you do?" he asked. Every part of him wanted to grab his cock and stroke it, but it didn't feel right with Mom right in front of him.

"I moan your name," she told him. "Part of me wants you to hear it, but your room is all the way down the hallway. That's always been a fantasy of mine. That you masturbate to my moaning. God, I talk about all the stuff I want you to do to me."

He didn't care any longer. His hand found his throbbing pole and stroked it slowly over his towel. "What do you talk about?"

"How I want to gag and choke on your big cock," she said, her eyes locked on the way that he played with himself. "How I want you to bend me over every countertop, sofa, and bed in the house. How I want you to treat me like a little slut. Baby, I've never cum harder than when you're fucking me in my fantasies."

His heart raced as he gazed down at the world's most amazing woman. He couldn't take it any longer. He had something extremely important to ask.

"When's the last time you had some real dick?"

Her brow furrowed. "What qualifies as real dick?"

He leaned back again, allowing his elbows to rest on the arms of the chair. "What's under this towel qualifies as real dick," he answered, his voice budding with confidence.

Her blue eyes shifted back to her son's covered erection. "I've never seen anything like that."

"I think it's time we change that."

She shot him an innocent smile as her tone turned to a girlish titter. "Can I see your cock, baby?"

He responded with a single nod.

Mom's soft hands traced along his legs and worked up his thighs slowly. Her fingers ran over the damp cotton before finding the top of his towel. She pulled it to the sides, allowing the material to drop to each side of the chair.

And as the towel dropped, so did her jaw.

"Oh...my...God..."

He couldn't recall Rachel's reaction any longer. It'd seemed so vivid and memorable just five minutes ago, but his ex-girlfriend's face was permanently replaced by his new reality. Mom was stunned! His forty-three-year-old mom was shocked from what she stared at! He'd never felt more confident than he did right now, because he finally knew what it was like to be a king!

"That's huge," she gasped, her eyes transfixed on the one part of her son that she'd never imagined actually seeing prior to today. "I mean, I always imagined that it would be big, but that's really big.

"Bigger than Dad?"

She started to laugh as she looked up at his face. "Bigger than Dad? Sweetheart, you and Dad aren't even in the same ballpark."

Well, it was official.

Mike could die a happy man.

She lowered her eyes back down to the big, fat, shiny head of her son's cock which glistened with precum. Everything about him was large. His balls, dick, and all his muscles possessed an equal level of immense masculinity. It was the complete opposite of her pudgy husband, but enough about Jack. She had a different guy all to herself for the next week, and she planned to make every moment with him special.

She allowed the tip of her index finger to gaze over his leaking cock and collect a sample of his pre-seminal fluid. She pulled her finger back, watching a trail of the sticky substance come along with her. She couldn't wait any longer. She needed to taste him.

Her finger slipped inside her mouth and her eyes promptly lit up. "You taste yummy!"

She expected plenty of reactions after her comment. Shock would be her bet for the most likely. What guy wouldn't be overjoyed to hear a woman tell him how good he tasted? Or maybe he would have something naughty to say in return? Perhaps her dirtiness would encourage her son to join in on the fun? That would be amazing! She knew that there was a nasty streak somewhere inside her little angel, and while he'd told her that he would get raunchy with her, she still waited to experience it personally.

Suddenly, she didn't have to wait any longer.

A big hand reached out and gripped the back of her blonde head. Her body willingly allowed itself to be controlled, euphoric at the feel of her son pulling her toward him. Her mouth opened as she accepted the throbbing head of his cock inside her warm mouth with a smile.

"Fuck yeah, Mom..."

She lost all control after hearing him moan. Sarah bobbed up and down on his towering pole, allowing her sloppy spit to coat every inch of his thick meat. She needed more sounds to escape from her baby's lips. She didn't want him to think about cheerleaders, cute classmates, or porn stars while sitting in math class. Nope, she wanted him to think about her. Sarah desired to be the woman on his mind, and she would make sure that she was his dream girl by the time she left his bedroom.

Mike's hand rested on top of his mother's head as he allowed her to give him the best blowjob of his life. It wasn't even comparable to the way Rachel gave head. Half of his cock disappeared each and every time Mom's mouth effortlessly descended his member. Everything was so wet and warm. Her mouth resembled a hot washcloth wrapped around his dick, and he found himself overtaken by the sudden urge to see how far that warmth could sink.

He cautiously nudged her head deeper with his hand, resulting in Mom immediately going limp in his grasp. Not only was she okay with this, but she made it very clear that she wanted it. Suddenly, he possessed complete control over her mouth. It was a sense of power very foreign to him.

He pushed down and felt the warmth of her throat engulf his cock. Inch by inch, her nose worked toward the base of his manhood as her sloppy saliva coated his dick, and her throat grew tighter as he explored further. Every additional inch journeyed inside her throat cemented her status as his girl. Mom belonged to him.

His right hand gave her one last nudge downward, causing the tip of her nose to press into his trimmed pubic hair. He still couldn't believe what he was experiencing. His entire cock was lodged down his mother's throat as she knelt before him obediently! And he held her in place without a fight! Seconds ticked by as her hands remained placed on the exposed skin of his thighs--allowing him to control the situation--before he finally felt her hands fidget on his legs in desperation for air.

He relaxed his grip.

Mom's head sprang upward, eager to collect as much air as her lungs could possibly absorb. The odd part was that she didn't want to breathe. The frantic urge to be dominated consumed her body, and she wanted nothing more than to choke on her baby's big cock.

"Again!" she begged.

This time, both of Mike's hands gripped his mother's head and thrust her onto his cock roughly, allowing her to deepthroat him in one swift motion. A dizziness fogged his mind as he continued to hold her in place. This wouldn't be a one-time thing. He was positive of it. He had no idea how often they would mess around before Dad got home on Sunday night, but the idea of this never happening again was almost too much to comprehend. He refused to allow such madness to welcome itself to his world.

How long had she been down there? Fifteen seconds? Maybe twenty? How could his mother be so unbelievable? As if she couldn't be a sweeter, kinder, more gentle human being than she already was, now she was an absolute freak in the bedroom too. He was lovestruck.

A light tap on his right thigh caused him to ease his grip on her head.

She came back up for air with a smitten expression plastered across her face. "Baby, I--"

"Move back," Mike cut her off.

Her look of love swiftly changed to curiosity. "What?"

"Move back," he repeated, pointing at the floor.

Sarah slid a few feet back from the chair, dragging the pillow along with her. She glanced back at Mike to see why he'd changed her position, and her heart skipped a beat once she realized what she had in store for herself. Things were about to get even better.

The high school senior stood up and approached his mother. Now, this is how he really wanted her: down on the ground while he stood over her. And she had to want this too, right? She yearned to be dominated and controlled in bed, so what better way to show who called the shots than by establishing his position of authority?

His big hand stroked the length of his thick meat, causing Mom to lower her lips to his nuts. Her tongue ran the length of his ball sack as he moved his stiff cock to her face and gently pressed down with his thumb.

"Oh my God," Mom giggled, removing his balls from her mouth to relay a very important observation. "It's as big as my head!"

She wasn't lying. He gazed down at Mom with his cock pressed against her pretty face. It ran past her mouth, along her nose, and came to rest at the very top of her forehead. Her pretty blue eyes gazed up at him seductively from the sides of his dick.

She gave his balls another quick lick before dragging her tongue along the underside of his thick shaft, soon engulfing his member between her lips once again. Both her hands found his manhood as she simultaneously stroked and sucked her new favorite part of her stud son. She could play with him for hours.

He wasn't totally sure how his next words would be interpreted, to be honest. Mom wasn't the type of girl to laugh at him or dismiss something he said, though. Every embarrassing question that he'd asked over the years had always been met with sincerity and love, so he decided to stop second-guessing himself. He would just say it.

"Good girl."

Her grip of his big cock tightened as her blowjob morphed to a furious pace. Good girl? Her son called her a good girl!?

"Just like that," he moaned, feeling his cock growing closer to what would undoubtedly be a mind-blowing orgasm. "Daddy loves that pretty mouth."

Her hold loosened as she pulled off of him. Her baby referred to himself as Daddy? Really? Her eyes darted to the hardwood floor below while she attempted to process what she'd just heard. Nothing about his comment was right. Not only did she have a dad, but he was also the best grandpa in the world, so she struggled to understand why she felt so excited.

Was it a dominance thing? Sure, part of her wanted to be submissive, but maybe she underestimated how badly she desired to be controlled? Daddy represented the ultimate authority figure, and at this moment in her son's bedroom, Sarah had an epiphany.

She wanted to be Daddy's little girl.

"Say that again."

"Say what?" he asked. "The daddy thing?"

She nodded, eyeing the muscular hunk towering over her. "And call me your little girl."

He was like a kid in a candy shop. "Earn it."

She wrapped her hands around his cock and worked her mouth on his thick shaft like never before. Drool fell from the sides of his dick and smeared her skirt and work blouse. Never in her life had she experienced a state of sexual lust like the one she was currently caught up in.

He placed his hands on her head and watched her instantly go limp again. She moved her butt back and her palms hit the floor in order to give him complete control of her body. Light pumps soon gave way to feverish thrusts as he used his mother's mouth like a pussy. The sounds of aggressive gagging and choking filled the room, only encouraging him to fuck her throat rougher. He quickly approached the end of the line.

He pulled out and stroked his cock--throbbing and covered in her saliva--just inches from her pretty face. "Great job today."

Screw fantasies and dreams! She had real memories to think about now! She was in heaven!

"I'm very proud of you," he continued, feeding off her lustful look as she gazed up at him. "You made Daddy very happy."

Her heart raced as she realized that she had a new fetish. Shower sex had taken a back seat to being daddy's little girl, and she craved nothing more than to hear it again.

"Thank you, Daddy," she giggled playfully in a schoolgirl voice. "I love making you happy."

"And you know what? I'm going to let you decide where your big reward goes since you were such a good girl."

He pushed all of her buttons. Even his lingo was intoxicating. His cum was her reward? It really was, wasn't it? She'd set the wheels in motion, worked hard to bring Mike right to the edge, and now it was time to finish him off. It felt right to look at her son's ultimate gift as a prize.

Unfortunately, Jack always had a problem with another one of her fantasies. He complained about it being degrading and disgusting. God, her husband was such a bore in the bedroom! It wasn't degrading or disgusting at all! It was hot, and she was positive that Mike would agree.

"I want a facial!" she announced excitedly.

The teen's dominant demeanor quickly vanished. "What?"

"I want a facial! I want you to cum all over my face!"

"Are you serious?" he gulped, nervous and perhaps a little stunned.

"I want to be your little cumslut!"

"Holy shit," he gasped under his breath.

Was her baby not up for such a level of kink? But she was so positive that he would love it! What if he decided to act like his father? What if he found her fantasies gross and off-putting too?

"Is that a problem, sweetheart?" she asked, praying that he wouldn't let her down.

"Fuck no," he responded after getting himself back into character. "I'm going to cover that pretty face. And it's Daddy, by the way."

He wasn't anything like his father! In fact, he was the complete opposite! He was perfect! "How do you want me, Daddy?"

"Palms flat on the ground," he instructed.

She followed his directions, placing her hands flat on the hardwood floor. Her knees remained on his pillow and she raised her butt to give him a better view of her clothed backside.

"Just like that," he smiled. "Close your eyes and open your mouth."

She shut her eyes and opened her mouth, extending her tongue as far as possible. The sexually deprived mother of one was eager to be someone's fantasy girl--even if that man happened to be her son.

Mike couldn't get over the sight he was seeing. "You're so fuckin' hot. You ready?"

"So ready," she confirmed, her fingers wiggling with anticipation. "Give it to me."

The first burst of cum rocketed out of his cock and ran a line straight down the middle of his mother's face. It started in her wavy blonde hair, trailed along her nose, painted a path on her accepting tongue, and ended down on her chin. A small amount tickled off her face and landed on her blouse and cute skirt below, and he was just getting started.

The next rope followed a similar path of its predecessor, but this one traveled over her right eye. A third powerful shot of semen joined the party and splashed onto her nose, before numbers four and five landed on each of her respective cheeks. He squeezed his cock firmly, causing a small wad of sperm to drizzle out and collect on her tongue.

He was drained, Mom was completely covered, and something about the situation both looked and felt right to him.

"Can I open my eyes?" she asked with a giggle, beyond smitten.

"One second," he told her as he used his thumb to carefully wipe away a puddle of thick cum from her eye. "You're good now."

She opened her eyes with a big smile. "I feel covered."

"You are," he remarked. He moved his cock back to her mouth where she immediately wrapped her lips around it, eager to suck every drop from his manhood.

He plopped down in his computer chair after she finally released him from her grasp. He could masturbate ten times a day or receive five blowjobs in a row from his ex-girlfriend and immediately be ready to go again, but not with Mom. He couldn't believe it, but he was positive that he would experience sexual downtime for the first time in his life. How couldn't he? He'd just cum harder than ever!

Sarah sprang to her feet and dashed out of the room, her high heels clicking and clacking the entire way down the hallway.

He could take a guess regarding what awaited him, and it would only further confirm how much he loved his mother. The fun that Mom was having was by far the sexiest part of everything to him. It was also obvious that she didn't do this exclusively for him. Her fantasies were equally as dirty and perverted as his! It was amazing!