MY SON'S LAP

"You can't be serious?" I asked on the phone.

"Yeah, he has the flu," Sandra explained.

"But the party starts in two hours," I pointed out.

"I know," Sandra said, knowing how upset I was.

"Okay, I'll need to figure something out," I said.

"If I come up with anything, I'll let you know," Sandra promised, feeling terrible.

"Okay, see you soon," I said, hanging up.

"What's wrong?" Cody, my son, asked.

"The guy playing Santa has the flu," I said.

"I can do it," Cody said.

"You'd do that for me?" I asked.

"Sure, I'll be there anyway," my son said.

"You're a lifesaver," I said, disaster averted almost as quickly as it occurred.

"Anything for you, Mom," he said, as he glanced down at my feet.

I smiled, assuming that like his father, who had passed away this summer of cancer, had also been a nylon guy... perhaps Cody too was a nylon foot guy... perhaps even a nylon toe guy... like his father. I was currently wearing a robe, but with black thigh high stockings on underneath, I had always, always hated pantyhose... they were just so inconvenient... to go the washroom, for comfortable fucking... back when I got laid.

Truth be told, every Christmas since we opened our business twenty-eight years ago, Jake had been our Santa, he would give presents to all the kids of staff employees and often take photos with them and families.

Also, every year since we opened our business... Jake fucked me while wearing his Santa suit, since for some reason a Santa Suit turned me on. I'd even ridden his cock slyly while we were in a room full of people, by going commando to the party.

God, I missed him! At Christmas it was even worse. Not only did I miss him as a husband, as a business partner and a caring man... I also missed his cock. Toys were fine... they actually gave some decent orgasms, but nothing came close to a hard cock slamming in my pussy. Also, unlike many women, I loved sucking cock... I loved cum. Not having received any cum in half a year hadn't really fazed me, but as I thought about how every year I got a good fucking and often finished with swallowing his load... 90% of his loads had ended up going down my throat... like I said... I loved cum.

Truth be told, I'd swallowed at least a load a day throughout our entire relationship.

I wiggled my toes, wanting to see his reaction, which was one of almost completely staring, "Now I have to finish getting ready."

"Okay," Cody said. "Is the Santa suit here or at the office?"

"The office," I answered.

"Okay," he said, still snatching quick glances at my legs and feet.

"I'll be ready to go in fifteen," I said.

"I'll go warm up the car," he said. "Don't want to get your legs all chilled."

"Such a gentleman," I smiled, happy to have such a caring young man to look after me.

"I am the man of the house now," he said, the thing that was said to him the most at the funeral and pretty much ever since. He had an older sister, Valerie, but she was away at college and wouldn't be home until Christmas Eve.

"Yes, you are," I agreed, as I went to him and gave him a big hug. I was surprised as I embraced my son to feel his penis, his hard penis, against my leg... and it flinched.

I was surprised as I remained in the hug for a few seconds and felt a second flinch before I let go and said, "I'll be ready soon."

"Okay," he said, as I walked away... a little rattled at feeling my son's hard penis... even if it was only against my leg.

I finished doing my make-up... I slipped into my four-inch open-toe heels... always showcasing my toes to tease my husband when he was alive... I actually didn't own any closed toe shoes... and in a moment of impulse... one that had no source in rational thought... I slipped out of my panties... deciding to go commando like I had for the past ten plus Christmas parties.

My son, gentleman that he is, took my arm and led me to the car, the sidewalk slightly icy after a snowfall, opened the door and made sure I got in safely... and it was only as I sat down when I realized I was giving him a brief reveal that I was wearing thigh high stockings and not pantyhose, which I assumed he'd think I was wearing.

I realized this as he stared down at me, seemingly a little paralyzed, and looking directly at my raised leg.

I smiled, "You're just like your Dad."

"W-w-what?" Cody stammered, as I allowed him to take a good look at the top of my lace top stocking... for some reason enjoying the attention... even if it was from my son.

"You love nylons, don't you?" I asked, still not pushing my dress down to hide my sexy sheer stocking.

"What?" he repeated, breaking his stare from my nylon top to look up at me.

"Your Dad loved nylons," I explained. "It's why I've worn them very day for over twenty years."

"Oh," he said, clearly distracted by my sexy nylon choice.

Giving him way more information than necessary, I added, "But I hate pantyhose. So I only wear stockings with a garter-belt or thigh high stockings."

"Oh," he repeated, my very smart son said, still distracted by my leg. For a guy who had a 4.0 GPA, was also a receiver on the football team, a wrestler on the wrestling team and until recently was dating a college cheerleader... although that ended a couple of weeks ago.

"We'd better get going," I said. "I can't be late."

"Yeah, yeah, right," he nodded, shaking his head a little, seeming to take one more longing look at my nylon-clad leg before he closed the door.

He walked around and started driving. I asked, "So I don't want to ask questions you don't feel comfortable answering, but I do think it's important you know how much like your Dad you are."

"I am?"

"You look like him, you act like him, and you seem to have the same fetish."

"That's your fault."

"My fault?"

"Yeah, I've seen you wearing them every day."

It was my turn to say, "Oh."

"The worst part is almost no one wears them anymore," he said. "No girls my age, and not even many teachers, except for Mrs. Walker."

"Yeah, they're no longer considered in style," I said. "But some younger celebrities like Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, and Ariana Grande are wearing them." I'd noticed Ariana wearing black pantyhose throughout the entire blind auditions of the Voice.

"Yeah, it's like trying to find a needle in a haystack," he said.

I was about to make a joke about it being like finding a unicorn, when he continued, "It's one of the reasons I broke up with Amber."

"Really?" I asked, Amber a very pretty girl, although a bit of a diva.

"Yeah, she called my fetish weird and refused to wear them," he said.

"I found it weird at first," I said. "But once I started wearing them, I felt sexier in them."

'I've always found them super sexy," he said, which meant he was inadvertently calling my attire sexy.

"That's what your Dad thought too," I said.

"So Dad really liked them too?"

"Like isn't a strong enough word," I said. "He loved everything about them. The silky sheer feel. They way they looked on my legs. The way they showcased my toes."

"He especially liked your toes in nylons too?" he said, this surprising him even more.

"Yeah, truth be told, that was what he liked the best," I said.

"Wow," Cody said.

"Yeah, who would have thought that was hereditary," I shrugged.

"Huh," he said, processing this information.

We arrived at our office building, where we were on the seventh floor. I went to open my door, when he said, "Wait."

"Oh, I do like a man who knows when to take charge," I smiled, impressed by his strong demeanour, even as I realized I might have just given him an accidental hint that I was a natural submissive who'd obey almost any order his Dad had given give me in the past.

"Crawl under the table and suck my cock," he'd ordered at a five-star restaurant on our fifth date; he'd also told me to masturbate and come in a semi-crowded theatre at whatever Fast and Furious movie we were attending; to walk down the beach with a massive load of cum all over my face during our honeymoon in Mexico; "sit on my cock and act normal," he'd ordered the first time he fucked me while dressed as Santa... God, I missed him... his dominant persona... his ability to turn me into a cock-craving slut....

"Really?" he asked, as he opened his door.

"Yes, I mean a man who knows what it means to be a man," I said, realizing that didn't really cover my original assertion at all.

"Well, as I've been told almost every day for the last six months, I'm the man of the house," he said, closing his door and walking around.

"Fuck," I said to myself as I felt my pussy tingling... why the fuck was my pussy tingling?

He opened the door for me, extended his hand and said, "My lady."

"So smooth," I smiled. "I'm surprised you're ever single."

"Still looking for the right woman," he said, gently pulling me up.

"One who wears nylons," I added.

"Exactly," he nodded, offering his arm, which I took... my son acting so much like his father. "Think there will be any here tonight?"

"Actually, there will likely be a few," I said, as he headed into the building. "Although most are likely twice your age."

"I do like older women," he said.

"You do, do you?" I asked, as we were about to enter the building.

"They have more experience," he explained.

"That they do," I agreed, thinking the things I could show him if he wasn't my son.

"And they're more likely to wear nylons," he added, as we went through security.

I said Merry Christmas to Jimmy the security guard, and we headed to the elevator looking more like a couple, albeit a couple with a bit of an age gap... my son was eighteen, and I was forty-four.

"So what else do you like besides nylons and older women?" I asked.

"I'm not sure I should be telling my mother such things," he said, as he pressed the elevator button.

"We're both adults; tell me one thing, at least," I wheedled.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, tell your Momma a secret," I smiled.

"I like to be in control."

"In control?" I asked, even as I processed the obvious meaning behind this.

"Yeah, I like submissive older women."

"And you've been with a submissive older woman?" I asked teasingly, thinking he hadn't.

"Three," he said surprisingly, as the elevator door opened.

"Really?" I asked, curious and intrigued... again, he seemed to be just like his father.

"Two of them you know," he added, as we entered the elevator.

"Do tell," I said in a fun voice, my curiosity quadrupled from that revelation.

"I don't make a woman into my pet and tell," he refused reasonably but frustratingly.

"Your pet?" I asked, another term his father used on me often... a word that had instantly told me I was in for a night of some good fucking.

"Yeah," he said, not saying any more.

"Tell me who they are," I demanded.

"I don't train and tell," he said.

"Pet. Train," I said, "your good boy persona is losing some points."

"I never claimed to be a good boy," he said, as the elevator slowed down.

"Tell me," I repeated, dying to know. "Tell me who at least one of the pets I know is."

As the door opened, he answered, looking at me and murmuring, "Janet," and immediately turned and walked off.

Janet? My best friend Janet? Who was married with five kids, the youngest just three years old. No way!

"Get back here," I demanded, wanting some more answers.

"I've got to get into costume," he called back, heading to his father's old office... which still looked exactly the same as when he was alive... I hadn't had the nerve or desire to touch it at all.

"We're not done here," I said, shocked by what he'd said, shocked by his sudden persona change, and as I walked towards the party, shocked to feel wetness leaking out of my pussy... maybe I shouldn't have gone commando.

Cody kept walking as Sandra walked up to me and said, "You look amazing."

"As do you," I said, noticing she was in nylons... and older... as I wondered who the other person he was fucking was. Sandra was also single... so it wouldn't even be taboo... like Janet was.

"Let's get a drink, she said.

"Make mine a double," I said, my head spinning with information I didn't need to know, and yet which was making me confusingly horny.

Ten minutes later, I received a text from Cody: I need a hand with the costume.

I showed the text to Sandra saying, "You never stop being a parent."

'I'll go if you want," she offered, making me instantly think she might be fucking my son.

"No, no, I'll go," I said, finishing my drink. "Make sure there's another one of these waiting when I get back."

"That I can do," she said.

I went to my husband's office, it will always be my husband's office, even if I eventually start working out of it like I knew I'd have to do one day soon, and I knocked.

"Come in," he said.

I walked in and saw he had the entire suit on, although he'd be the slimmest Santa ever.

"Santa has been on quite a diet," I joked.

"Because I can't find the belly," he explained.

"I remember it ripped last year and was sent away to get fixed," I said, trying to recall where I saw it a couple months ago... thinking at the time how odd it was there. "I saw it a couple months ago somewhere."

"Any idea where?"

"I do, I just need to think," I said, as I wracked my brain. After a bit, I said, "Oh yes, it was in the filing room. On top of one of the filing cabinets."

"Okay, I'll go get it," he said.

"No, you wait here, we can't have any of the kids seeing Santa looking like he hasn't eaten all year," I said.

"Fair enough," he agreed.

I headed down the hall, found the right key, which took three tries since they all looked the same (I really should do something about that), got inside, grabbed the fat padding, and returned to my husband's office and saw Sandra there.

She seemed startled to see me, and I was oddly instantly envious of her as my suspicion grew, "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I figured you could use your drink now," she said, walking over to me holding a drink in each hand.

"Yeah, you know me so well," I said, now thinking my suspicions were way over the top. I tossed the fat padding to Cody as I grabbed the drink, "Do you need anything else?"

"Nope, I'm good," he said, as he caught it, but dropped it.

"Okay," I said. "I'll text you when to come out. The bag of toys is in the corner," pointing at the corner.

"Got it," he said.

"Thanks again," I said.

"Anything for you, Mom," he repeated from before, and although that was the second time he'd said that to me today, this time it somehow seemed to have a different connotation from the first time... or at least that's how I read it.

"He's so sweet," Sandra said.

"Yeah, he's really becoming the man I envisioned him becoming," I said, loud enough for him to hear as we headed out.

As we headed back to the party, I asked, trying to be a sly detective, "So, are you seeing anyone?"

"Nope," Sandra said.

"Not even any booty calls?" I asked, Sandra known for having a couple of guys on speed dial for whenever she got the itch... she'd even offered me one of them a couple of months ago to make sure I still got what I needed... at the time I wasn't at all interested... but at this moment, I'd definitely be willing for a one night stand with some stud with a big dick.

"Well, I have had a few of those," Sandra smiled.

"Anyone I know?" I asked.

"No," she said. "Why?"

"Well," I said, realizing I'd recently been inadvertently flirting with my son, or perhaps rather bluntly, "I think I may need to get laid."

"Yeah," she smiled.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I mean pretty soon."

"I'll see what I can do," she said.

"Thanks," I replied, downing my drink. "I mean I'm not desperate!"

"No?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, not completely desperate," I corrected myself.

"Young, our age, or a sugar daddy?" she asked.

"Sugar daddy?" I asked.

"Yeah, an older man who'll buy you nice things," she explained, as she raised her very nice bracelet for me to admire.

"Well, no sugar daddy," I said.

"Don't judge," she said. "They aren't usually great fucks, but they treat you like a goddess."

"I don't want to be treated like a goddess."

"No?"

"No, I need to get..." I said, looking around to see if anyone could hear us, then leaned in and whispered, "...fucked."

"I see," she smiled widely.

"So young, then," she said.

"Why young?" I asked.

"They don't always have style, but they can last all night and reload quickly," she explained.

"I see," I said, just as my son walked out in his Santa suit... rather serendipitously... looking oddly sexy... like his Dad always had... and I shook my head at my own inappropriate thoughts.

"They can fuck all night," she added.

"Nice," I said, loving the idea of a marathon fuck session.

"Ho-ho-ho," Cody said, a bag full of gifts slung over his shoulder.

"That's no way to address your mother," Sandra joked.

"Hey," I said. "I'm a wannabe ho!"

Cody's eyes went wide.

"Your mother needs to get laid," Sandra said bluntly.

"Sandra!" I gasped.

"You just told me that," Sandra protested.

"And you thought my son needed to know?" I asked.

"Shouldn't we get started?" Cody asked.

"Yes," I nodded giving Sandra a glare, "we should. Wait here. I'll call you in momentarily."

"Okay," he nodded.

I walked to the front of the room and greeted everyone, said a few nice seasonal words, and then asked theatrically, "Kids... have you been good this year?"

"Yes!" a few of them screamed.

"Well, let's find out if that's true," I said, "since I think someone very special is here!"

Cody walked in, bellowing in a deep tone that made him sound exactly like his Dad, "Ho-ho-ho, Merry Christmas!"

The kids went wild... like they always do... and my son played the role perfectly.

For the next hour, Cody had each kid sit on his lap, he chatted genially with them, got pictures taken, handed out candy canes and a present. The entire time I had mixed feelings. Every time I looked at Cody being Santa, I saw my husband. It was like he wasn't really gone.

It was so surreal... it was a moment when I felt like he was here with us.

Once the kids were sent to another floor where we'd hired babysitters to look after them, the party shifted from family to adult. The drinking got more excessive, the dancing a little dirtier, and the flirtations a little more obvious.

Me... I was tipsy, but not drunk; I wasn't just horny, but really fucking horny.

People were sitting on Cody's lap and getting their pictures taken... and for old times sake... I did what I did every year... just as I announced it was time for Name that Tune ... a game we also played every year since my husband had been a music buff... I sat on Santa's lap for a picture, once everyone else was done.

And just like many other years... as I lowered myself... my pussy was filled by a big cock!

My eyes went wide and I let out a loud gasp. The Santa suit had a fly opening I'd sewn into the pants years ago so my husband could quickly and easily slide his big cock into me while wearing the Santa outfit... so he could do exactly what my son had just done!

"You okay?" Amanda, one of my secretaries asked.

"Yeah, yeah," I said, as I remained frozen with my son's cock inside my pussy. I'd been in this positon before... on this very chair... with a cock in my pussy... while everyone else was oblivious... yet this time was very different.One, he was my son.

Two, I was suddenly committing incest.

Three, he was bigger than his father.

Four, I was both incredibly in awe and horny as fuck.

Five, I was frozen with indecision.

"What are you doing?" I hissed, even though I felt so full and only wanted to slowly grind on his cock.

Cody whispered, his breath hot against my ear, "Becoming the man of the house."

I felt his cock flinch like it had before, but this time it was inside me!

I bit my lip to not moan in this room full of my employees.

"This isn't right," I whispered, as the DJ I hired played the first song.

"Would it make you feel better if you knew Dad told me to do this?" he asked.

"Excuse me?" I said, that being the worst made up excuse ever, and yet I was also intrigued... since my son wasn't one to lie... yet, he wasn't one to slide his cock into his Mom's pussy either.

"You recall the letter Dad left for me that you gave me yesterday?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said doubtfully, but more in a reasonable tone. I had given my son a letter from Jake that he'd stressed to me a few days before he passed I was to give to Cody the day before the Christmas party. I'd thought at the time it was weird. He'd written and entrusted me with four other letters for Cody that made more sense. One for right after he passed, which I'd duly delivered. One for his next birthday, which had been in September. One for when he graduated from high school, which would be next June. And one on his wedding day.

"Yeah, when I read it, I couldn't believe what he told me to do, but he was very clear about it," he said, his cock twitching inside me.

"You'd better explain yourself very clearly and do it pretty quickly," I whispered, as I tried to act casual in a room full of employees while my son's cock was inside my pussy. It was always a rush to sit on Jake's cock in this same seat, while he was wearing the same Santa suit... would we get caught? Yet if we did get caught, although we never did, he was my husband, so we'd just seem like a couple of drunk people in love. On the other hand, if I was caught with my son's dick inside me, I couldn't even fathom the consequences... yet I also couldn't get off of him right now in any sly, inconspicuous way.

"Debbie, you should know this one," Nadine said, breaking into my thoughts.

"What?" I said, yanked out of my confusion. "Oh, oh, My Sweet Lord, George Harrison."

"Correct," the DJ said.

As it switched to the men's turn, I said tersely, "Explain. Now."

Cody whispered as the next song started, "Dad told me to do this in the letter."

"He did not," I denied. "He couldn't have!"

"But he did," he insisted. "I have the letter in my pocket to prove it, since I figured you wouldn't believe me."

"What exactly did he say?" I asked.

"That I was to slyly pull my dick out and let you sit on it through the secret opening that apparently you made for exactly that purpose," he explained.

As I processed this, Nadine said, "Pay attention. We're down one."

"Okay, okay," I said, trying to process my son's words. Words that seemed ludicrous and impossible, and yet there was something about his tone that said they were genuine. Two seconds into the song, I called out, "Louie Louie."

"That was too easy," Ned complained.

I shrugged while I leaned forward a bit, which stimulated my pussy, my desire to win briefly overriding my current predicament of accidentally committing incest, "Tie game."

"Not for long," Ned said, equally as competitive as I was.

"We shall see," I said ominously.

For the next ten minutes, I ignored my son's cock in my pussy... well 'ignore' is the wrong word... since he flinched inside me a couple of times... and I moved and stimulated myself a couple of times... yet I primarily focused on the game... anything to keep me from focusing on the sin I was participating in by not abandoning my son's cock.

Of course if I did, the others might easily spy my son's cock and put two and two together!

If I didn't, I was committing incest... although regardless of whether I got off of him or not, I'd already committed incest, and the longer I sat on his cock, the longer I was continuing to commit it.

And... although I hated to admit it... his cock in me felt really good.

"Tie game," the DJ announced. "So one final song, and since it's a tiebreaker, I'll take the first person who speaks up for their team. But if you get it wrong, the other team may take all the time in the world to answer."

"All right ladies," I said.

"It's all you, actually," a few women said, since I'd given the majority of our responses.

"All right, here it comes," the DJ said.

The song started, and I instantly barked, "Baker Street."

"Fuck," Ned cursed.

"The ladies win," the DJ said.

There were a bunch of feminine hoots and hollers as I leaned back and my son's cock stirred inside me.

"Good job, Mom," he said.

"Thanks, honey," I said, this feeling like I wasn't sitting on my son and his big cock, but my husband. It was like he was alive again, and gloriously inside me.

"Now, let's dance," the DJ said, as he played a great party song: Don't Stop Believin'.

Realizing there was a major problem with my son's story, I pointed out while people were dancing and drinking, and thus we were kind of left alone, "But you weren't even supposed to be Santa."

"I called the company and cancelled it," he answered.

"So, your Dad really did tell you do to this," I asked, it beginning to seem the case.

"Yeah, he said I was the man of the house now, and I had to take over every duty that office entailed," Cody explained.

"He didn't," I said, still processing that it seemed he'd done just that.

"I couldn't believe it at first either," he said. "But it was obvious he wanted you to be looked after in every way. The letter went into details about what you liked... that you only wear thigh highs, and that you usually went commando to this party."

"I didn't decide to do that until the very last second," I said.

"He told me to be ready to pull your panties aside if I had to," he said. "That's why I was so stunned when I saw you wearing thigh highs when you got in the car."

"And I thought I was just teasing you," I said.

"Oh, you were definitely teasing me," he said. "I almost came in my pants!"

"You did?"

"You know you've been my biggest stroke fantasy for my whole life," he said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, Mom," he said, his cock so deep inside me, "you're my ultimate woman."

"Oh, honey," I said, as I moved a little, making him moan and making my pussy tingle.

"I went back and forth all day over whether I could do this or not and I was pretty sure I couldn't, but the way you teased me at the house, the thigh high stockings and your somewhat flirty attitude, made me think maybe I could after all," he explained.

"If we're being honest," I admitted. "I was teasing you."

"You were?" he asked, as we'd both seemed to be baffled by what the other was saying and feeling.

"Yeah, and that wasn't right," I fessed up.

"So in other words," he said, his cock flinching deliberately inside me three times, "you were being a bad Mommy."

"Cody," I moaned softly, as his accusation sent waves through me.

"Say it," he whispered, his hot breath on my neck and ear.

"Yes," I admitted, as my natural submissive began to take over as did the pleasure growing inside me.

"Yes, what?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm a bad Mommy," I said, feeling like a bad Mommy, a bad girl... which felt so good.

"Dad also explained that you're very submissive, and you need a man who can take charge," he said, giving a bunch of flinches inside me.

"Oooooooh," I moaned, biting my lip.

"You like my cock in your pussy, don't you Mom?" he asked with more flinching... driving me wild.

"Cody," I moaned, looking around to see everyone was oblivious to the wicked naughtiness we were engaged in.

"Say it, Mom," he ordered. "Tell me you love your son's cock in your pussy."

"I don't know," I moaned, his flinching driving me wild. "This is sooooo wrong."

"But you love it, don't you, Mom?" he insisted.

"I shouldn't," I said, my pussy on fire.

"But you do, don't you?" he asked, pushing me to my limits.

"I don't know," I said, desperately trying to avoid admitting it. That I wanted to ride his cock so fucking bad!

"Say it, Mom, say it right now," he ordered.

"Fine, I do," I said.

"You do what?" he asked, pushing me the exact same way my husband always had.

"I love your cock in my pussy," I finally admitted, venturing even deeper into the twisted world of incestuous submission.

"Ride me slowly, Mom," he ordered.

"Here?" I asked.

"Yes, Mom," he said, his hot breath, his confident demeanor, and his cock continually flinching inside me driving me wild, and leeching away any remotely moral will.

"Okay," I agreed, not so much grinding, as ever so slowly drifting back and forth.

"Oh Mom, that's it," he moaned.

"I can't believe we're doing this," I moaned back ever so softly... an orgasm rising inside me... after half a year without cock, it wouldn't take much... especially with a cock as big as my son's.

"Me neither," he said, his tone sounding like he was as shocked and excited as I was.

"Does it feel good?" I asked.

"Yes, Mom, it feels so good," he said.

"You're so big," I said.

"Bigger than Dad?" he asked.

"Yeah, baby," I moaned, as I tried to go a little faster while acting casual... which was incredibly difficult.

"Fuck me, Mom, fuck your son's big cock," he urged.

"Oh son," I moaned, my orgasm rising somehow, even from this slow burn, hopefully undetectable fucking.

"Come on my cock, Mom," he whispered a couple minutes later, as I continued slowly grinding... wishing I could just bounce on his cock wildly, or better yet, have him bend me over a desk and fuck the shit out of me!

"Oh son, Mommy is close," I whimpered, knowing I'd have to really focus on controlling my orgasmic sounds... usually I was a screamer.

"Come Mom, come on your son's cock," he moaned, as I milked his cock the best that I could.

"Oh son, come inside Mommy too," I moaned, wanting, no needing, to feel his load explode inside me.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes, explode your big load inside Mommy's cunt," I moaned, so close... which meant my talk got even nastier, even though it had to remain quiet.

"Oh fuck, Mom," he groaned.

"Fill me with your big load, son, at least for now, and later on Mommy would also like a big load all over her face," I said wickedly, using the naughtier term 'Mommy', and hinting this wasn't going to be a one-time thing... plus also letting him know I loved facials.

"Oh God, he groaned, "I'm about to come."

"Fill Mommy's cunt, son, fill Mommy with a big fucking load of cum," I said wickedly, grinding a little faster.

"Ooooooooh," he groaned, as I felt his cock pulse, and then fill me with his warm seed.

"Yes, fill Mommy," I moaned, as his load spewing inside me triggered my own orgasm while I leaned back against him and allowed our mutual orgasms to cascade through us as his load filled me, and my cum leaked onto his cock.

We rested in place for a minute or so before Sandra came over, thankfully not arriving a couple minutes earlier, and said, "I know it's crazy, but in that Santa suit and the way you're resting on him, it really feels like Jake is here."

"It really feels like he is," I agreed, recalling I'd been sitting in this exact same position with a load inside me along with my husband's cock exactly a year ago.

"Well, are you ready to do Secret Santa?" Sandra asked.

"Yeah, sure," I agreed. "Just give me a couple of minutes."

"Okay," she nodded, after looking at us with a strangely perplexed look on her face.

She walked away and I said, "Ready to put your dick away?"

"Yeah," he agreed.

"On three," I said.

"Okay."

"One, two, three," I said, as I slowly got up, giving him time to tuck it back in its convenient hole.

I got up, feeling cum leaking out of me, as I glanced down to see a wet spot, but no cock.

"Go and change," I said.

"Okay," he nodded, and I walked away feeling cum leaking down my thigh... hoping the lace top stocking would stop the trail from going any further.

As I went to the table across the room where the presents were, it finally hit me... or it hit me again in a really raw way... I'd just fucked my son! In public! Committed incest! Willingly!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Yet my pussy was also still on fire.

During the next half hour, I was preoccupied... with Secret Santa. It's always so much fun. I received a bunch of candles and some massage oils.

The party continued, and I saw Cody chatting with one of our younger employees. My first feeling was jealousy.

My second feeling... also jealousy.

Two and a half drinks since my incestuous act, I was still horny... and I reacted impulsively. I texted Cody: Dad's office. NOW!

I watched my son like a creepy stalker.

As I inadvertently cock-blocked my son, I watched him check his phone. A moment later, I watched my son say something to Amanda and head out... to his Dad's office.

I slyly made my way towards my own office, chatting with a couple people along the way, before detouring into my husband's office at the last moment, slipping in, closing and locking the door.

Cody was sitting on top of his Dad's desk.

"Show me the letter," I demanded, trying to act like I was in charge.

He stood up, pulled it out of his pocket, walked over to me and handed it to me... it was obvious he wasn't sure what to say in the aftermath of our sinning.

I unfolded the letter and read it, as Cody stood there, obviously unsure of what to do.

Son,

What I'm about to write may shock you. Actually, it will shock you.

What I'm about to ask you to do is unorthodox and many would say it's wrong.

I want you to be the Santa during the staff Christmas Party. I want you to go commando underneath the suit, and as the night progresses, when your mother sits on your lap, which I'm sure she will, I want you to guide your cock into her pussy (don't worry, I'm quite confident she won't be wearing underwear, but if she is, quickly pull the crotch aside as you slide into your mother's pussy). You will likely only have one opportunity, so you must make it count.

Now I know this sounds crazy, but your Mom needs this.

Your mother is a submissive, and she needs a man who can take charge. Unfortunately, I know she won't move on once I'm gone, so you'll have to help her with that.

She will allow you to fuck her. She will become your submissive Mom who will obey every order you give her. She may deny it at first. She may briefly resist. But she will soon succumb, because she literally needs cock.

By the way, I know you have wanted to fuck your mother for some time now. I know you jerk off to your mother's legs.

Your mother only wears thigh high stockings, by the way.

Anyway, your father's last request is you do indeed become the man of the house. This means in every conceivable way.

So please do as I ask, and slide your cock inside your mother when she sits on your lap.

She will be surprised.

But she won't resist.

Love Dad

PS: She loves sucking cock, and she loves and craves cum.

I finished reading the letter in utter shock.

Cody hadn't been lying.

Jake wanted his son to look after me... including sexually.

Jake was right... I couldn't se myself ever being with another man... even though I'd mentioned to Sandra I needed to get laid.

Truth was, I'd been horny because of my son.

I turned around and looked at him.

He said, "I told you."

"I can't believe he wrote all that about me," I said, both angered and flattered. Angered because he hadn't told me he was planning this; flattered that deep down he knew me better than I knew myself... right until the end.

"I was pretty shocked," he said.

"Well," I said, walking up to him. "I can't deny anything your father said about me."

"So you're okay with it?" he asked.

For an answer, I lowered myself before him and squeezed his cock, which was hard as a rock. "Is this because of me?"

"Oooooh," he moaned.

"I'll take that as a yes," I said, and I fished out his cock.

"You're sure about this?" he asked.

"I wasn't until I read that letter," I said. "But yes, now I am."

I then took his cock in my mouth.

"Oh, God," he moaned.

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned on his cock and bobbed for a few more strokes. "Fuck, your cock is so fucking big!"

"I haven't had any complaints," he said.

"I bet," I said, as I licked his long thick shaft. "So is Nancy your other secret woman?"

"What? No," he denied, "although she's on my list."

"Your list?" I asked.

"MILFs I want to fuck," he explained.

"Was I on that list?" I asked, as I sucked a ball in my mouth.

"Oh," he moaned, "that's it, suck my balls."

"Was I?" I repeated.

"You were always at the top spot," he reported.

"Mmmmmm, I'd better always be," I said.

"Trust me," he said, as I switched to his other ball. "You're my ultimate conquest."

"And have you conquested me yet?" I asked, even though I knew 'conquested' wasn't a word.

"Oh, Mom," he said, "we're just getting started."

"We are, are we?" I asked coyly and sexily, looking adoringly up at him as I slithered my tongue back up his cock.

"According to Dad, you're a submissive little slut," he pointed out.

My eyes went wide... even as my pussy gushed... "I don't think he called me a slut," I pointed out and swirled my tongue around his cock head.

"It was inferred," he said.

"I suppose it was, at least to him," I said, as I continued to swirl my tongue around his cock head. "So what are you going to do to Mommy next?" I asked.

He slid his cock into my mouth, placed both of his hands on my head and fucked my mouth... just like his Dad had done so many times. To let him know how much I approved, I moaned on his cock.

"Oh fuck, I can't believe I'm face fucking you," Cody groaned.

I couldn't believe it either... I wasn't sure I'd ever be used like this again... I couldn't fathom being with another man except for my husband... he'd known that... so he did this.

Cody pulled out, pulled me up and kissed me passionately.

I melted into him, and for a couple minutes we just kissed. Passionately. Intensely. Romantically.

When he broke the kiss, he spun me around, bent me over the desk and slid his cock back into my pussy.

"Oh Cody, yes, fuck Mommy," I moaned, giving in 100% after reading the letter. I did need cock. I did need to get fucked. And... in essence... the closest I could ever come to finding a man like my husband was our son.

"I still can't believe this," he said as he slowly fucked me.

"I can," I moaned, "since your dick is deep inside Mommy."

"You love it, don't you?" he asked, as he seemed to go back and forth between shocked happiness and confident stud.

"I do," I admitted.

"What do you love?" he asked.

"My son's big cock in my pussy," I answered.

He said, as he began to fuck me faster, "So fucking good."

For a few minutes, my son fucked me.

Hard.

I came... twice... the second time I gave a muted scream not to alert the party guests, "I'm coming, you mother fucker."Oh fuck," he moaned when I said that.

"I want to swallow your cum, son," I said as my orgasm rose through me.

"I'm not going to last much longer," he warned as he hammered my flooding hole.

I pushed him back, spun around, dropped to my knees, and sucked his big cock, wet with my cum.

I sucked him like the cum-hungry slut I was.

"Oh my God, Mom," he moaned, and in maybe a dozen more hungry bobs, he unloaded his warm, salty cum in my mouth, and it slid down my throat.

I kept sucking, milking his cock of every drop of his delicious cum, until he finally pulled out a minute or two later.

"Wow," he said.

"Yeah, wow," I agreed.

He pulled me up and kissed me again.

I kissed him back.

When he broke the kiss, he smiled and said, "Wow."

"Yeah," I nodded, feeling such warmth as I looked into his eyes.

"So, now what?" he asked.

"We return to the party," I said.

"I mean after that," he said.

"Well, your mother needs a load of cum a day at least, and she usually enjoys a good fucking every day, "I said. "Think you can manage that?"

"Yes, or I'll die trying," he joked, looking relieved and thrilled.

"Well, that would be a fun way to die," I smiled.

"Indeed," he said.

He kissed me again, and we both got ourselves dressed and looking respectable.

Five minutes later I was back at the party, having a drink, and wondering what lay ahead.

Two minutes later, after taking my son Cody's load in my mouth and swallowing it down, I was walking to the bar to get another drink, when I had a sudden regret... not the obvious one that I'd just sucked and fucked my son... no, the regret was that I was still horny, so I wanted his cock back in my mouth and pussy. After more than six months of no dick since Jake had passed... plus another month or so when he'd been too sick and frail to make love... thus seven months with only my hands and toys to get me off... my high powered sexual libido was revved up, and I finally had someone to go to for relief.

I saw Cody walking back into the party, and my pussy tingled... which I knew was supposed to be wrong... reminded of just how wrong by the sweet aftertaste of my son's cum... a reminder of the ultimate sins I'd just committed.

The first time was an accident... at least on my part... but the second time I'd initiated it... the second time I'd willingly sucked my son's cock, then had asked him to fuck me again... and then I'd eagerly allowed him to deposit a load down my throat.

"You okay?" Janet asked me. "You look really flushed."

"It's hot in here," I answered, fanning my hand at my face.

"Is it?" she asked, looking a bit surprised.

"Maybe it's menopause," I joked, trying to cover up my recent indiscretions.

"Maybe," she said, as she gave me a look saying she didn't believe me.

"I need another drink," I said.

"Now that sounds like a plan," Janet agreed, and we headed to the bar.

As I sipped my drink, I processed all that had just transpired... still processing my surreal disbelief of all the scandalous things I'd done and experienced at this evening's Christmas party. I'd sucked and fucked my son. And my deceased husband had not only approved of this mother-and-son incest... he'd suggested it. Or rather, through a letter he'd written and had posthumously instructed me to give to Cody yesterday, he'd actually orchestrated it! ...I want you to be the Santa during the staff Christmas Party. I want you to go commando underneath the suit, and as the night progresses, when your mother sits on your lap, which I'm sure she will, I want you to guide your cock into her pussy... he couldn't have been any clearer than that! Especially when he'd gone on to explain to Cody how submissive I was, and had urged him to take total control of me whenever he wanted to have sex.

So now what? Could this incestuous boning really become a regular thing? Could Cody replace Jake in satisfying all my needs? Needs that had been unfulfilled ever since Jake had become terminally ill. And no matter how I spun it, the pleasurable sensations inside me were still lingering. Perhaps it was because I hadn't been fucked in many months, maybe it was the alcohol I'd been consuming tonight, or maybe it was how much Cody looked and acted like his father... especially tonight!

Regardless of the reasons, I was still horny, and I wanted more.

Yet I couldn't slip away again... Janet would catch on eventually... or we might get caught by one or more of my employees... which would be disastrous!

So patiently, well impatiently was more accurate, I waited for the party to end, since as the employer and host, I needed to be one of the last few people leaving here.

So I spent my time dancing with the ladies for a while, frequently looking around, trying to keep tabs on my son like a jealous high school girl worried her hot boyfriend might cheat on her, while also trying to figure out if one of the women here was the third MILF my son had said he was fucking.

As the evening wound down, I knew I was too tipsy to drive, so I asked Cody, "Are you up for driving us home?"

"Legally?" he asked.

"Yes, legally," I laughed, shaking my head.

"Then no," he said.

Eager to get home and fuck him again, I suggested, "I'll call an Uber."

"Sure," he agreed.

"For one o'clock?"

"Whenever you'd like to leave," he said.

"The sooner the better," I said, briefly and slyly squeezing his cock, "we have some unfinished business, and nothing like the kind that martial artist Beatrix Kiddo had all through the movie 'Kill Bill'."

"We do, do we?" he asked slyly.

"Yes, we do," I said in a sultry tone that made it pretty clear what I was expecting when we got home, wanting to fuck him again right now. Together we'd opened Pandora's box, and with my submissive nature reawakened, I was horny as fuck.

"I see," he said, acting pretty causal about it.

"You're the man of the house now," I reminded him. "So you have some new duties."

"Like fixing the dishwasher," he joked.

"Close; you will be working on some plumbing," I riposted.

"Not quite, you'll be working on a pipe," he countered. "And only one pipe."

"I'm warming up my pipe wrench right now," I said, opening and closing my mouth a few times, this lame repartee turning me on.

"Let me know when it's time to go," he said.

"Soon," I said. "Very soon."

I reached for my phone, booked an Uber, and got a reply saying it would be here in nine minutes.

I wished Janet and a few others who were heading out Merry Christmas yet again, and when the Uber was three minutes away, I locked up, took Cody's hand, and began walking.

He said, as we headed to the elevator, "Best Christmas party ever."

"Your surprise gift was very thoughtful," I said. "Exciting even!"

"I was hoping you'd like it!"

"It was exactly what I needed," I said as the elevator opened. "And if I'd had any idea it was an option, it would have been at the top of my wish list."

We stepped into the elevator, and once the doors had closed us in, I squeezed his cock and said, "And the perfect size, too."

"Suck it. Right now," he ordered.

"You're such bad boy," I mock scolded as I quickly obeyed, fishing his dick out for a quick suck. I had fond memories of sucking and being fucked in this same elevator by his father.

I bobbed for not even two dozen hungry bobs, before I felt the elevator slowing down.

I stood up, still stroking his cock and said, "To be continued."

"Definitely," he agreed.

He put his dick away just as the elevator doors opened. And we were walking out of the office building just as the Uber pulled up.

It looked full.

I pulled out my phone and saw that I'd chosen the Share option, and I'd only booked for one of us.

"Shit," I said.

I walked around to the driver and said, "I think I screwed up."

He offered, "If you can sit on your companion's lap, this can still work."

"Oh, you're a lifesaver!" I gushed, and I returned to my son. "Think you can handle your Mom sitting on your lap again for this ride?"

"It'll be a ride all right," he promised.

"Maybe it will, Cody," I said, as he opened the curbside backseat door for me, and a wicked idea began forming in my head... maybe I could get my son's dick back inside me before we arrived home.

He climbed in and sat down beside a guy and a girl, who looked like a couple in their early twenties.

I followed him inside, sat awkwardly down on my son's lap, and apologized to the good-looking couple, "Hey, sorry about the tight squeeze."

"No problem," the college-aged girl smiled at me.

"Thanks a bunch," I said, as I reached behind myself to close the door, which caused me to grind on my son's hard cock... which in turn caused me to let out a soft moan.

I closed the door, and the driver started driving.

"Hand me the seat belt, honey," I requested.

Cody did, and I leaned against him to my left to find the seatbelt... to wrap around both of us. After a few tries, and even some help from the girl seated in the middle, we concluded it wasn't going to work.

I felt my son's cock sliding into my pussy as I dropped back onto his lap... apparently he was thinking what I was thinking... it was great to have two perverse minds thinking so much alike.

Once again I let out a little moan... well... perhaps a tad more than a little one.

"Sorry, it's hard to get comfortable," I smiled, as I wiggled around a bit to settle the cock in my pussy.

"No problem," the girl said.

"So where are you two going?" I asked, trying to make casual conversation while I continued wriggling around ever so slightly.

"Home," the girl said.

"Makes sense," I said. "Where were you two before this?"

"My company's Christmas party," she answered.

"Us too," I said, this slow, ultra slow fucking quite frustrating, but better than not having a dick inside me at all.

"I may have had a little too much to drink," the girl giggled, clearly a little tipsy... and her cheeks quite red.

"Me too," I said again, as I began slowly grinding on my son's dick. After a pause, I gave Cody a kiss and told him, not caring who else was listening, "You're going to get very lucky when we get home."

He chuckled awkwardly.

"My man is getting seriously fucked tonight," I announced bluntly to all our companions.

"Lucky you," the girl said, looking at me with a perplexed look.

"Oh yeah, I'm one lucky lady," I said, as I kept slyly fucking. "He's less than half my age, so he can fuck all night."

"I don't know about all night," Cody finally spoke up.

"Then we'll just see how long you can go," I said, then asked as I leaned back into him, "What's your record number of loads in a day?"

"Jesus," the woman seated in the front passenger seat said, having been facing forward all this time.

"What?" I asked innocently. "I want a man who can reload often, quickly, and shoot bucketloads."

"You're disgusting," the woman sneered. The Uber driver just kept his head directed forward, and his eyes on the road.

The guy sitting across the seat from me said, "Twelve."

"I wasn't asking you, but I'm happy to hear it," I said, as I continued grinding on my son's cock... pretty sure I wouldn't get as many as twelve tonight... but at least two more... and at this rate, perhaps the next one even before leaving this Uber.

"Really?" the girl asked, looking intrigued.

"Yeah," he said. "I've never done twelve with a woman, but I've done twelve."

"Will you people puhleeze have some decorum?" the woman in the front demanded, clearly offended by this entire conversation.

"I've done as many as fifteen," my son said from underneath me, ignoring the prude in the front.

"Tonight could that include a big load of cum all over my face?" I asked, really looking forward to getting a massive facial... I loved the soothing sensation of a warm load splattering my skin. Plus, I truly believe cum is great for the complexion.

"Disgusting," the woman said, shaking her head disapprovingly.

"That sounds really hot," the guy said from the other side of the girl.

"Oh? Are you saying you'd like to squirt cum all over my face?" The girl sounded like she was part asking and part offering.

"Um, I..." he stammered, which made me realize they were a relatively new couple.

"I think you'd look really sexy with a big load on your pretty face," I said, as I began moving a little faster... becoming increasingly uncaring about discretion, since this conversation, the alcohol, the revelation that my 'boyfriend' and I were looking forward to lots of fucking tonight, and his dick already inside me, had gotten me horny as fuck.

"Thanks," she said.

"It's great for the complexion," I said.

"I've read that," she said.

"I'm Debbie," I introduced myself. "And this big dicked marathon stud is Cody."

Another dramatic sigh from the front seat.

"I'm Amanda, and this is Derek," the pretty blonde said.

"Nice to meet you," I smiled, offering her my hand.

"You too," Amanda said, shaking my hand, and I let out another moan.

"Do you mind if I lean forward and use your leg for balance?" I asked Amanda. "It's getting a little uncomfortable in this position."

"Sure," Amanda smiled.

I leaned over, knowing Derek would get a great side view of my left tit, as I placed both of my hands on her pantyhose-clad leg, thus allowing me to raise my butt a bit, and thus giving Cody's dick more room for fucking me.

"Oh, what nice nylons," I said.

"Yeah, Derek has a thing for them," Amanda said, as I slowly stroked one of my hands over her silky sheer leg, while Cody began slowly, and less slyly, to fuck me deeper and harder.

"Yeah, so does Cody," I said. "That's why I wear thigh highs for him. Easy access to my holes."

"I see," Amanda said. "Then I should buy some."

"You really should," Derek concurred.

"Yeah, then Derek can just bend you over and slide it right in," I said, as Cody continued slowly fucking me.

"And you can sit on his lap just about anywhere," Cody not so slyly added.

"Aren't you going to do anything about these creeps?" The exasperated woman in the front asked the driver.

"What would you like me to do?" he asked.

"You should kick them out of the car!" she demanded.

"Oooooh," I moaned. Cody's dick felt so good sliding in and out of me after the several minutes of slow tease when I was still seated fully on his lap.

"What for?" he asked.

"For being disgusting!"

"Just because you're not getting any dick, you shouldn't take that out on us," I said wickedly, letting out another moan.

"Jesus," she gasped again.

"And you shouldn't take the Lord's name in vain," I said, a sly smile on my face as I looked at Amanda. I then added, "Unless it's to glorify His Holy Name while your man fucks the shit out of you."

"He's fucking you right now, isn't he?" Amanda whispered in my ear.

I nodded.

"That's so fucking hot," she said.

"Kiss me," I said.

"Mmmmmmm, I'd love to," she purred, and she looked at her boyfriend, smiled, leaned towards my face and kissed me.

"You can't be serious," the woman in the front said. She'd twisted around in her seat and was now glaring right at us.

"Then stop watching," my son suggested.

"This is totally indecent," she wailed, not quite shouting.

"Then just turn back around and look straight ahead," Cody said.

"Pull over. Right now!" the woman ordered. "I want to get out."

Amanda and I had our tongues in each other's mouths.

"Right here?" The driver asked. "Ma'am, this isn't the safest area to be walking around in. Especially at night."

"Then please just go faster," the woman sighed dramatically.

"I obey the speed limit, ma'am," the driver said politely.

"Why don't you pull out Derek's dick?" I suggested in a whisper as I broke the kiss. It was a whisper I'm sure the driver heard, but not the loudmouthed prude in the passenger seat.

Truth be told, this adventure had gone to an extreme I'd never reached before. But after all those months of no dick, and the posthumous encouragement from my deceased husband for Cody and me to go crazy, and well, Pandora's pussy was now fully liberated from her hibernation, and I was making plans 100% with my libido. That, plus whatever Cody decided to require from me, and he was no slouch either.

"Really?" she asked. "You think I should?"

"Sure, go for it," I encouraged her with another moan, as Cody began fucking me faster, and I could see the tent in Derek's pants. "Just look at it... the poor guy's dick is rock hard."

"It really is," he agreed.

I braced my hands against the back of the driver's seat for even better balance, and to give Cody's dick even more room to pound into me. I watched as Amanda fished out her man's dick, saying, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Oh yes," I moaned.

"They're actually having sex back there," the woman shrieked with utter disgust and shock. "Kick them all out of the car!"

"That's a really nice cock," I said as Amanda pulled Derek's dick into view, and now I wasn't speaking at all softly. "Maybe you should fuck the bitch in the front seat with it. It's pretty clear she hasn't had any dick in a long time."

"That's Enough!" the woman snapped, turning completely around and shoving me. "I've had enough of this!"

"That's my tit," I objected, falling briefly onto Amanda. As I pushed my way back up, one hand on each seat back, I looked at the woman, who was in her forties like I was, and would be pretty if she didn't have that resting bitch look, "if you like women, we can make that happen too."

"Fuck you," she said.

"Sure, why not?" I smiled wickedly, glancing down to see Amanda was now sucking Derek's cock. "Or if you want, my man can fuck you while I eat your pussy."

"What's wrong with you?" she asked incredulously.

"Nothing really," I said. "Actually, I'm feeling pretty damn good right now."

She turned back around, and I moaned, "That's it baby, fuck me!"

"THERE! She just admitted they're having sex," she said triumphantly.

"So? What happens in the backseat stays in the backseat," the driver said, looking into the rear-view mirror and right at me. And winked.

I gave him a big smile.

"I'm going to lodge a complaint with your supervisor," she threatened.

"And we'll give you a glowing recommendation," I countered.

"You bet your sweet ass we will," Derek moaned.

"Fuck me, Derek," Amanda demanded, clearly as horny as I was. She unbuckled her seatbelt, got on her hands and knees facing me, hiked up her skirt, and pulled down her pantyhose and panties.

"Remember that thigh highs give your man easier access to your cunt," I pointed out.

"I'll be sure to pick some up tomorrow," she smiled, as Derek hurriedly got out of his seatbelt, knelt, and slid inside his woman. "Ooooh, yes."

"Harder, baby, fuck me harder," I demanded, and Cody obliged, with his hands on my hips and hard, deep thrusts.

And for the next two or three minutes, Derek openly pounded Amanda and Cody fucked me.

Moans echoed throughout the small Uber.

So did the sounds of bodies slamming together.

"I can't believe this," the prude wailed.

"What? That young men can fuck like rabbits?" I asked with a moan.

"No dignity," she said.

"Nope, I'm just craving cock," I said. "Or even some cunt."

"Jesus," she said again, shaking her head.

"Oh God," I moaned, since Cody was really hammering me, and was likely getting a great workout while doing so. "One he comes in me ma'am, I'm sure he can reload and take you right to heaven."

"Oh yes, fuck," Amanda moaned.

"Thank God," the woman in the front said as the Uber came to a stop.

"Is that a yes?" I asked playfully.

"You're nothing but a sick pervert," she accused, turning to glare right into my eyes.

"No, I'm just a slut for big, young cock," I said, looking her straight in the eyes.

She sighed as she undid her seatbelt and opened the door.

"Oh yes, God! So fucking good!" I groaned as loud and sensually as I could.

The woman exited, bellowed, "All of you people are disgusting!" and slammed the door so hard the entire car shook for a few seconds.

The driver said, looking into the mirror, "Someone can move to the front seat if they wish.""No, I'm good," I moaned, my bright red face only a few inches from him.

"So am I," Amanda also moaned, sounding like her orgasm was imminent.

"Okay, the customer is always right," he said, "most of them, anyway; but not the bitch who just left." He then turned his eyes back to the road and resumed driving... chuckling in amusement.

"Let's ride our men," I suggested.

"Fuck yeah," she agreed as I faced front and dropped back onto my son... and she followed suit on her man... as I let out a load moan. Since the driver was openly supporting our activities, there was no longer a need to hold anything back.

"Kiss me," I said to Amanda.

"Mmmmm, you boys want to see that?" she asked.

"Hell yeah," Cody said.

"Fuck yeah," Derek agreed.

"Unfortunately, I need to pay attention to my driving, but I'm all for it," added the driver. "My name's Rick, by the way."

"You're a real sweetheart, Rick," I said.

"Ditto," said Amanda.

We leaned into each other and kissed passionately, both of us with big dicks in our pussies. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and I returned the favour... getting even more charged up from the passionate, intimate raw kissing with this younger woman.

"So hot," Derek said.

As I broke the kiss I teased, "You should see me kissing her other lips."

"Oh, God!" Derek gasped.

"Just ride me," Cody ordered.

"You don't like the idea of watching me with another woman?" I asked, as I began bouncing harder on his dick.

"Oh, I fucking love it," he said, "but first I need to shoot a load up your wet pussy."

"Ditto," Derek said, as Amanda too began bouncing strenuously on her man's cock.

Moans... and groans... echoed throughout the car, as all four of our orgasms rose.

"Oh fuck," Amanda moaned loudly.

"Yes, fuck," Cody groaned.

"Come inside me baby, fill Mommy with that big load," I moaned, and then realizing what I'd just said and had potentially outed, I shrugged, "We like roleplaying."

"Kinky," Amanda moaned; she seemed close to coming.

"Holy fucking hot," Derek said.

"Oh yes, Mommy, ride my cock," Cody moaned. "I'm going to fill your pussy with a massive load."

"Fuck this driving shit, I'm watching!" said Rick the driver, and he drove close to the curb, halted the car, checked to make sure all the doors were locked, unfastened his seat belt, and turned around to direct his full attention to the live sex show going on in his back seat.

Not roleplaying at all, but wanting to feel his cock twitch and explode inside me, I moaned, "Yes son, fill Mommy's cunt with a big load of your cum!"

"Titties! Can I please see some titties?" Rick begged from the front seat.

"Do we take requests?" I asked Amanda.

"From Rick? I'm all for it!" she agreed,

So we both stripped to the waist, cupped our own respective breasts, and flaunted them for Rick, who by then must have gotten his cock out behind the seat back, judging by the rhythmic movements of his right shoulder.

"Oh fuck," Derek grunted as he spewed his load into his girlfriend's pussy.

"Oh yes," Amanda moaned, as she bounced on his cock, also coming.

"Fuck, I'm about to come, son," I declared, my orgasm imminent. Watching the young couple right next to us fucking and cumming was adding to the intensity of committing incest right in front of three sets of eyes.

"And I'm going to come up your wet cunt, Mommy slut," Cody added wickedly.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, finding the term 'Mommy slut' so exciting, as was the wicked thrill of committing such a so-called abomination with an audience.

"Come inside your Mom," Derek said, watching us as Amanda was now sitting astride his lap and leaning back against his torso, while enjoying her own orgasm.

"Yeah, fill your Mom's pussy," Amanda added, both of them really turned on by our 'roleplaying' incest.

"Jesus!" Rick gasped in a very different tone of voice from the one the prude woman had used.

"Oh fuck," Cody grunted as he unloaded into his mother.

"Yes, come in your Mommy," I moaned loudly. Feeling his cock twitching and filling my pussy was the trigger for yet another orgasm from my son's big dick. I collapsed back to rest against my son, as I enjoyed this wicked orgasm.

"That was fucking hot," Amanda said, as she remained sitting on her man's lap a couple minutes after we'd all come.

Both of us girls were now sitting astride our respective men's laps, and were thus presenting Rick with full frontals, complete with visible trickles of cum oozing out of our pussies around the cocks.

Rick's eyes were flitting around like a kid's in a candy shop.

"May I eat your cream pie?" I asked, wanting to show my son how nasty a slut his mother could be.

"Tempting," Amanda said, as Rick turned back around, buckled up, and resumed driving, "But this is for us."

"Well, at least let me have a taste," I said, not having dined on a pussy for a long time, and a cream pie for even longer.

"You're insatiable," Amanda smiled, as the car slowed down and stopped after travelling only a few more blocks. Recognizing the neighborhood, I realized this hot couple lived just a couple of blocks away from us.

I said, "you have no idea."

"But this is our stop," she said.

As she began climbing off Derek while buttoning up her blouse without bothering with her bra, I said, an idea for another wicked event popping into my head, "We live like two blocks away from here."

"Then we'll have to get back together another time," Amanda said, catching my drift, her cheeks still red from her orgasm.

"Yes, we definitely should," Derek said.

"I think we can make that happen," I smiled, wondering if Cody was up for a foursome... and I sensed he would be. "What do you think, honey?"

"Definitely," he agreed.

"It was a huge pleasure to meet you," Derek said, handing me a card with his girlfriend's name, and her phone number.

I glanced down to his cock, which was now deflated, but still sticking out of his pants. "Not as pleasurable as it could have been. But with this," I added, brandishing the card, "we can certainly arrange to pick up where we left off."

"Absolutely," Derek said.

Amanda opened the door, got out, and pulled up her panties and pantyhose. Even 'fully dressed' like that, it was obvious she'd been well fucked.

Derek put his dick away and followed Amanda out of the car.

I crawled off my son, over to the open door and demanded, "Get back here, Amanda. I still need a taste."

She looked around at the empty surroundings, and returned to me.

When she raised her dress, I pulled down her panties and pantyhose in one quick movement, leaned forward, and licked her glistening pussy.

It was only twenty seconds, perhaps thirty, while I enjoyed her sweet cocktail of pussy and cream pie, before she stepped away, bent down and kissed me. "It was really great to meet you."

"You too, sexy," I grinned.

Derek took her hand, Amanda closed the door, and they walked together up the driveway.

"So you also eat pussy?" My son asked, as I sat down beside him.

"Whenever I can," I answered.

That's very good to know," he said.

"Your mother will do pretty much anything you tell her to," I whispered sensually, not loudly enough for the Uber driver to hear.

"I'll be testing that," he said.

"You'd better," I said, excited about all the possibilities I'd thought had ended with the death of my husband.

Just as the Uber was about to leave, there was a knock on the window, which startled us both.

It was Amanda.

She opened the door and said, "Debbie and Cody, why don't you come in for a nightcap?"

"Honey, would you like to go in?" I asked.

Amanda took my hand and tugged. "I wasn't really asking."

"Then I guess we'd better get our asses inside and enjoy your hospitality," Cody said, as Amanda's eyes darted to his dick, which was still out.

"Oh? I think the hospitality will be mutual," Amanda smiled, reaching across and stroking his cock.

"We got out, and I said to the Uber man, "Thanks for the ride. I hope we didn't get you into any trouble."

He shrugged, and I saw he still had his dick out. "The pleasure was all mine."

"You two go inside, I'll be right there," I said.

"Hurry," Amanda said. "You and I have some unfinished business."

"Mmmmm," I smiled, as Amanda led Cody by his hard dick towards her house. "Roll down your window," I ordered.

"Yes ma'am," he said.

Once the window was down, I reached in, grasped his cock and began stroking it. "Did we do this to you?"

"Yeah," he groaned, his six-inch cock as hard as a rock.

"What a nice fat cock you have, grandma," I said. It wasn't really long, but it was very thick.

"Thanks, Red," he groaned as I jerked him off.

Deciding I was hungry for more cum, tonight being such a wonderful reawakening of my inner cum slut, I opened the door, knelt down, and took his cock into my mouth.

"Oh my," he groaned, as I devoured the entire cock.

I bobbed for only fifteen, perhaps twenty seconds, before he grunted and spewed his load into my mouth.

I smoothly swallowed his load and continued sucking until every last drop had been drained into my stomach. I then stood back up and said, "Thanks for a memorable ride."

"No, thank you," he turned it around, clearly in awe of all that had just happened.

"No problem," I said.

One last question," he said, just as I was turning to walk away.

"Yes?"

"Is he really your son?" he asked.

"Maybe, maybe not," I grinned as I turned and sauntered away... a creamy aftertaste in my mouth and looking forward to what was certain to be an amazing nightcap to an amazing night.I hurried into our new friends' house, slipped out of my heels, my feet quite sore, and proceeded into the living room, somewhat expecting some three-way action to have already started without me.

And I was right.

Amanda was already out of her dress, wearing only a bra, panties and pantyhose, on her knees with both cocks out... and with my son's in her mouth so she could clean my pussy cum off of it while she stroked her boyfriend.

I went over and offered, dropping to my knees in front of Derek and right beside Amanda, "Let me lend a hand."

Amanda released her hand and directed her complete focus to my son's dick. She briefly took it out of her mouth to say, "Your pussy tastes pretty good on your young man's dick."

"Only pretty good?" I asked with a cute little pout.

"I don't want to sound like I love how you taste," Amanda said, as I began to stroke her boyfriend's hard dick.

"What a shame! Because a bit later, I'm sure you'll have to suffer through tasting even more of it, directly from the source," I warned her playfully.

"Actually I can't wait," she grinned, and she took my son's cock back in her mouth.

As I stroked Derek's cock and licked his thick shaft, I smiled, "And perhaps you'd enjoy a mouth? Mine happens to be empty at the moment."

"I'd love that," he replied, and he pointed his cock towards my mouth.

"If you insist," I said, opening wide and taking his seven-inch member between my lips, I began sucking; and of course I could taste Amanda's pussy on it... just one more kinky and fun addition to one more kinky act tonight.

"Oh fuck," he groaned. "Do you two do things like this often?"

"Maybe in the future, but this evening is a first for us," Cody answered for us both, since my mouth was full. Then while both of us women bobbed on each other's significant other, he added. "Actually tonight was the first time we ever hooked up at all!"

"No way," Derek said.

"Yeah, it just kind of happened at our company Christmas party," Cody explained, which was true.

"How?" Derek asked curiously.

"Well, I was the Santa for the staff party this year, and a moment before she sat on my lap, I whipped out my cock and she sat down right on it," Cody said. "She found it quite a surprise!"

"No way," Derek said, and as I deep throated his cock and held it there tickling my tonsils, he groaned as he asked, "Wasn't she wearing any panties?"

"Nope," Cody said.

"And you knew that beforehand? How?" Derek asked, as I resumed my deep throat cock bobbing.

"Her husband had told me she always went commando at these parties," he said, so far telling the absolute truth... just not all of it.

"No way," Derek repeated, his shorthand response to his obvious shock at what he was hearing.

"Yeah, because of an illness, he's no longer able take care of her sexually, so he asked me to step in for him," Cody continued spinning his wild absolutely truthful but misleading tale.

I took his cock out of my mouth and added, "Which means going forward, Cody will be the one giving me dick whenever I want it."

"Although she may be impossible to keep up with," Cody laughed.

"She does seem insatiable," Derek observed as I swirled my tongue around his cock.

"You don't know the half of it," I embellished, before swallowing his cock back into my eager, experienced mouth.

"Shit," Derek moaned.

"Yeah, she can really suck a cock," Cody complimented me.

"Hey! What about me?" Amanda asked.

"You're a great cock sucker too," Cody said. Then showing his sexy dominant side, he ordered, "Now get back to sucking, woman, while we menfolk talk."

"I've never let anyone talk to me like that," Amanda objected.

So Cody stood up and demanded, "No? Do you want my dick or not?"

I quit sucking Derek to watch my son work his dominant magic... which I found particularly fascinating, because he was so much like his father! (We too had occasionally played with other people as a couple.)

"Yes," Amanda said.

Cody then slapped her cheek with his hard cock and ordered, "Then beg me for it." He next slid his cock all the way into her mouth and held it there until she gagged a little, and he then pulled out so she could start begging.

Amanda was clearly not used to a dominant man, yet like the submissive she may have been behind her surprise, she responded with a lust similar to mine, "Please Sir, let me suck your big cock!"

"Depends. Will you let me fuck your face?" Cody asked, and then didn't wait for a response, but just slid his cock into her open mouth, grabbed her head, and began face fucking her.

"That looks exciting! Want to do that to me?" I asked Derek.

"Uh, fuck yeah," he said, and he stood up, while watching his girlfriend getting used in a way she normally probably wasn't.

As he slid his cock into my mouth, timidly grabbed my skull and began tentatively face fucking me, Cody said breezily to him, "You see, all women behind their prim and proper exteriors are sluts. They just need a bit of encouragement at first."

"I don't know if I agree," Derek said.

"Trust me," Cody said. "Your hot piece of ass here is a nasty slut. And don't get offended, because I mean that as a compliment." He pulled his dick out of her mouth and asked, "Aren't you, Amanda?"

"I've never let anyone treat me this way," she replied.

"But you love it, don't you?" Cody asked.

"Kind of," Amanda answered, her tone indicating that she did, but she couldn't figure out why she did.

I pushed Kevin away from me and whispered to him, "Pay attention to how he's handling this; you'll learn a few useful things about your girlfriend." I then settled down on my heels so I could watch my masterful son work his magic.

"No one can 'kind of' like it," Cody said, sliding his dick back into her mouth and back out again. Just once.

"Fine then, I like it," Amanda said, frustrated.

"Get on the couch and bend over for me," Cody ordered.

Amanda looked over at me, and then up to Derek.

We just watched, waiting to see what she'd do. The decision to cross this line should really be up to her, after all. Although if Derek objected he could speak up; and if she went ahead without his objecting, he could hardly accuse her of cheating behind his back.

"Do it now, slut," Cody said. "I bet your pussy is soaked just from the thought of getting fucked by an eighteen-year-old stud."

"I'm sorry, honey," Amanda said to Derek, as she got up from her knees and onto the couch on her hands and knees.

I stood up, stripped off my dress and said to Derek, "You don't look like you mind what they're about to do, and neither do I. But if my man is fucking your girlfriend, then you're fucking me. How does that sound?"

"Hell yeah," Derek said, in a bit of a daze, as he watched my son rip a hole in his girlfriend's pantyhose, pull her panties to the side, and slide right in.

"She's fucking soaked," Cody reported, as I crouched on the couch beside Amanda.

"Oh fuck," Amanda moaned. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"What? Getting fucked?" I asked, as I bent over and wiggled my ass at Derek, who was still in a daze. All he could do was watch while Cody drilled his girlfriend. He didn't appear to mind, far from it, but he was stunned.

"Fucked by another man," she moaned, while my son had his hands on her hips and was really pounding her.

"I think your man is absolutely entranced by what you're doing," I said.

Amanda looked back to see the expression on Derek's face... which did indeed look entranced, but also horny. She urged him through a moan, "Fuck the MILF for me, sweetheart. I don't want to be the only one of us cheating."

"Yeah get that dick inside me," I demanded.

"Yeah right, sorry, this is all a little crazy," Derek said, as he got behind me, twitched my panties aside and slid right in. "But you're not cheating; you're magnificent!"

"She is, isn't she? And it isn't cheating if you're both doing it together. Plus, you're both even in the same room!" I pointed out. "That's called sharing, or swapping, or better yet, swinging."

"I guess," Amanda responded, as Cody was fucking her as hard as he could... his body slamming into her each time and making sounds that anyone in the world would recognize as fucking.

"Do me like my man is doing your girl," I demanded, since Derek was only slowly fucking me while he watched his girlfriend getting really railed.

"Uh, yeah, okay," Derek said, and he grabbed my hips and started pounding me better, but I still wouldn't call it really good.

"Oh fuck," Amanda moaned, my son's big dick slamming in her pussy, getting her really revved up.

"Do you like being my slut?" Cody asked her, and he reached up, grabbed her hair and pulled on it, not remotely slowing down.

Derek let out a little gasp that told me that wasn't something he'd ever call her. And then he gasped considerably louder when he heard her response!

"Oh yes, I love being your fucking slut," Amanda belted out, as euphoria overwhelmed her and the natural submissive side she might not have even known she had consumed her.

"Shit," Derek said, and he pounded into me while we both watched Cody fucking Amanda.

"So good," Amanda moaned, as she looked at me.

"He's fucking amazing, isn't he?" I asked her rhetorically, and I leaned over and kissed her.

And as we both got pounded from behind, we shared passionate kisses... it wasn't easy while we were being hammered... but we managed, if only haphazardly.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, looking at Derek with a lustful vulnerability, but obviously addressing Cody. "Don't stop!"

"Don't you dare come without my permission, slut," Cody ordered.

I found this dominant side of him so fucking hot. And in case it needs saying, I didn't feel the slightest bit of jealousy or possessiveness because of what he was doing. I didn't own him, and I looked forward to seeing him in action with the other three pet sluts he'd corralled before adding me to his stable tonight. On the other hand, he absolutely definitely positively owned me!

"But I'm about to burst!" she declared, so Cody instantly froze deep inside her. "Nooooooo," she whined with a desperation only a woman nearing orgasm could utter.

"Tell me what you are," Cody ordered, and he bucked his hips, but only once, piledriving himself even deeper inside her.

"Hey, you! Don't slow down," I demanded, since Derek had once again gotten distracted by what was happening to his girlfriend... I would have felt insulted if I didn't know how powerfully this unforeseen experience must be affecting both him and his woman.

"Oops! Sorry," he apologized.

"I'm a slut, and I'm your slut," Amanda declared, desperate for Cody to resume his hard fucking... desperate to achieve the orgasm that was lingering just out of her reach.

Cody bucked his hips three times, making her scream... and making me wish he was fucking me instead of Derek... who didn't understand the needs of his women, not even the woman his dick was inside of right now. Cody then began really hammering her.

"Yes, fuck me, please fuck me, give me that big young dick," Amanda bellowed, beginning to bounce back, meeting his deep thrusts.

Deciding to take matters into my own hands, or more accurately into my own honeypot, I began bouncing back on Derek, so I too could get off... his lack of any smooth fucking really frustrating me, and it wasn't getting me any closer to my own much-needed orgasm... while I watched the hottest sex I'd ever seen, from just foot or so away.

"You're now allowed to come, slut, so come all over my dick," Cody ordered a minute or so later.

"Oh yes, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, fuck!" she babbled out her imminent orgasm, obviously about to erupt.

"Now slut, come right fucking now," Cody ordered, giving her hair a ferocious yank as he slammed into her.

"Fuuuuuuuuck!" she screamed in both pain and ecstasy as her orgasm ripped through her... this one appearing to be a lot more intense than the one Derek had brought her to back in the Uber.

Watching Cody dominate her, watching her come... plus bouncing back on Derek's dick... was bringing me close to my own orgasm.

Cody kept drilling her throughout her orgasm, before he pulled out and ordered, "Spin around and get ready for my load all over your face."

"Good luck with that, she doesn't do facials," Derek scoffed, a moment before she whirled around and took his cock in her mouth. Derek gasped, "Well, fuck me!"

"No, remember?" I rebutted. "You're supposed to be fucking me!"

"Oh yeah, suck your pussy cum off my dick," Cody groaned.

Amanda bobbed like a starving Linda Lovelace, while I kept bouncing back to meet Derek's lack of constantly paced strokes.

Thirty seconds of frenetic porn queen cock sucking was all it took, before Cody pulled out and splattered a massive load all over the pretty woman's face.

"Holy shit," Derek blurted out, clearly shocked at the sight of his woman getting her face painted. Willingly!

"Yes," Amanda moaned as she felt the warm cream flooding her face.

"Come inside me," I demanded. "Fill me up."

"Really?" Derek asked.

"Yeah, I can't have kids anymore," I said. "So just dump your load in my pussy."

"All right," he said, finally focussing on me, while his woman took Cody's cock back in her mouth to retrieve any slow swimmers she could find... her face now lavishly coated with Cody's cum.

"Oh yeah, that's it, fuck me, fuck me harder," I demanded, as Derek was finally slamming into me, and I was gratefully bouncing back to drill his dick as deep as I possibly could.

Amanda, cum dripping down her face, looked across and urged, "Fill her pussy, baby."

"Oh yeah," he groaned, clearly close... while I wasn't as close.

Then I felt his cock twitching and his load filling me... the third load to go inside my greedy pussy tonight.

"Fuck!" grunted Derek.

I just let him fill my pussy and bided my time, knowing his lack of aggressiveness wasn't going to get me off.

Once he was spent, I gently pushed him away, grabbed Amanda, who was still on the couch and just arising upright, still on her knees, and tumbled backwards on the sofa while bringing her along for the ride and ordered, "Eat my cream pie, sexy girl."

Before she could say anything, although her eyes went a little wide again, I shoved her cum-coated face into my wet pussy.

There was a brief hesitation, before I felt her begin to lick.

"Oh yeah, eat that pussy," I moaned, as both of our men rose to their feet and watched... and Derek's eyes were even bigger than Amanda's had been a moment ago.

"Eat that MILF pussy, slut," Cody ordered... which provoked to a change in her approach.

At first she'd been tentative... timid... slow... but after a minute or so, once Cody had given her that order, she began licking faster... more aggressively... spearing her tongue as deep inside me as she could.

Derek turned to Cody and said, "I can't believe she didn't rip your balls right off when you called her a slut!"

Cody shrugged, "I have a knack for bringing out a woman's inner slut."

"How do you do it?" Derek asked.

"It's just a gift," he said, looking fondly down at me. "I can see through the façade."

"What façade?" Derek asked.

Amanda was really licking me now!

"Every woman needs a man who'll treat her like a lady in public and a slut in the bedroom," Cody explained. "A steady diet of either approach is unsatisfactory... treat her like a slut all the time and that's how people will see her, which is horrible; but a steady diet of 'whatever you want dear' in the bedroom and you're just a wuss."

"That hasn't been my experience," Derek said.

"You have to get past the exterior persona," Cody said. "Past the rigid stereotypes religion and society have dictated to both men and women. Harmful ideas like 'Always stand up for yourself right or wrong, or you're not a real man.' Or 'If you ever stand up for yourself, you're not a proper woman, you're just a bossy bitch'."

"I don't even know where I'd begin," Derek said.

"Finger me while you suck on my clit, my lesbian pet," I ordered, a term I often enjoyed in the erotica I read. Although I was almost always submissive with a man (but not tonight with Derek), during most of my lesbian encounters, I was in charge.

Amanda both fingered and sucked me while Cody continued his dissertation, "You need to keep your eyes open, and then push a woman hard as soon as she's in the heat of passion. That's when you'll learn if she's submissive."

"I see," Derek said, although I'm not sure he did.

"And most women are submissive," Cody added. "Especially older women."

"Oh, fuck yes, finger bang me, slut," I moaned, my orgasm finally rising in the wake of Derek's disappointing fuck.

"For example, you treated Debbie way too gently just now, when it was clear she wanted you to fuck the shit out of her," Cody said.

"I certainly did," I agreed.

"I was just so overwhelmed by Amanda allowing you to do things she'd never allowed me to do, that I couldn't focus on Debbie."

"I can understand that," Cody acknowledged. "What that was, is that she really needed the kind of slam dunk fucking you've always been too timid to give her."

"Yes Amanda, suck on my clit," I moaned loudly, my hand now on the back of her head and my orgasm imminent.

Her finger, or two of them actually, were pumping in and out of me furiously, as her lips sucked on my clit, and she even shook her head a bit.

"Oh fuck, your slut can really eat a pussy," I moaned.

"Come, slut," Cody said, slapping my tits. "Come all over our new slut."

"Our?" I asked.

"Yes. After tonight, she'll be delighted to come over to get fucked or to eat your pussy whenever we want," he said with complete confidence.

"Is that true, Amanda?" I asked, and even though I was so close to coming, I wanted to hear her response, so I raised her head just enough to see her cum-coated face.

"Yes Mistress, I'll be your slut anytime you like," she said through her lustful daze, before diving back into my pussy, and continuing to finger bang me while sucking on my clit.

"Oh yes! Eat me, fuck me, bitch!" I moaned, looking first at my son, and then at her stunned boyfriend as I grabbed the back of her head, and held her face planted against my pussy while I came. "Fuuuuuuuck!"

She pulled out her fingers, and hungrily lapped up my pussy juice while it gushed out of me, to coat her pretty face even more, and to flow into her hungry mouth.