Truth or Dare with My… Mom? Ch. 03

Literotic asexstories – Truth or Dare with My… Mom? Ch. 03 by BiscuitHammer,BiscuitHammer Truth or Dare With My… MOM?

Disclaimer: All characters engaging in active sexual activity are at least 18 years of age. Reviews and constructive criticisms welcome, flames and critiques of no substance will be snickered at and deleted. Enjoy!

Author’s Note: This is a slow-burn story. Buckle in for a long ride if you intend to read.

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Chapter III- I Didn’t Know I’d Been Waiting All This Time…

I felt the sunlight streaming in the window through the filter of lacy curtains, kissing my skin. I felt someone holding me close, a soft, warm body pressed to me.

Then I remembered that I was lying on my side, with mom embracing me, equally nude.

What a night… no- what a day that had been.

The fun dares, the intimate truths, the blushing moments when we exposed our deepest desires and secrets to one another… the kissing, the caressing… getting off on one another… me breastfeeding so that we could bond like we did when I was newly born…

Our shared intense dislike for my father…

I’m not kidding, mom and I had done just about every sexual thing possible except fuck or pleasure one another with hands and mouths. Hell, I used my cock to tease her clit until she came, and I’ve cum all over her pussy at least twice.

Were we going to fuck? I didn’t know. Mom and I had somehow kept that line, and if we never crossed it, my life was still amazing as it was right now. Who could ask for this sort of deep and intense relationship with their mom?

I realized I’d given myself a hardon thinking about all this stuff once I’d woken up, and it was lodged between mom’s thighs, nestled against her warm pussy and poking out behind her tight ass. I also realized that my hands were on her butt cheeks, holding her to me. It felt like the most natural thing in the world between us at this point. I hoped she always wanted to sleep like this, because I know I’d never get tired of it.

Mom’s eyes were still closed, but she let out a tiny giggle.

“Does that thing ever go down?” she asked in a quiet voice dancing with humour. She wiggled and squirmed a little, massaging my cock with her thighs and pussy and making me shiver at the delicious sensation. I was still stunned about her giving me a thigh job last night before we went to sleep. Words couldn’t adequately describe how incredible that had been.

She opened her eyes and looked me now, her face so close to mine that our noses were touching. The scent of her breath caressed my senses. This amazing, wonderful woman that I was privileged to call mom was squashed up against me in the most intimate of embraces. It felt so right.

“Good morning, baby,” she whispered, reaching up and caressing my cheek while looking into my eyes. Her brown eyes held my gaze, I was lost in them, and I think she knew it. “Kisses for mommy?”

I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers, kissing mom lovingly. I pulled her in close, both of us ignoring my rampaging erection, as had become our habit at this point. We knew he’d be there, we paid him no mind until it was time to banish him. Mom sighed through the kiss, nestling into me, warm and soft.

Mom was still kissing me when she rolled, bringing me on top of her, my weight pressing her into the bed. Clearly, she loved the feeling of my body covering hers, and I had to agree, it was pretty wonderful. She also shifted around so that my erection wasn’t poked down between her thighs, but was flattened between us against her pussy and my stomach.

“That more comfy, big boy?” she asked with a mischievous smile.

“Now that I’m lying on the world’s most perfect body pillow? Hell yeah,” I said with a grin. Mom giggled again and squirmed her pussy against me before we shared another kiss. We finally broke it and she sighed happily.

“I’m so happy this weekend isn’t over yet,” she said, stroking my cheek. “Are you gonna sleep in here with me from now on, darling?”

“I was hoping you’d ask, I wasn’t gonna assume,” I replied, nodding. “I wanna wake up every morning like this, mom.”

“Me too,” she agreed rather seriously, also nodding. “I mean, if you bring a girl home, I suppose I could put up with you using your own room for a night…”

“Hey, you’ve got it easy,” I pointed out, still holding her. “If you bring a dude home, I’m gonna be in my room, glowering and thinking about how unworthy he is to be with you, and how he’s getting you all dirty.”

Mom burst into snickers beneath me, wrapping her legs around my waist to hold herself in place. This smooshed me down against her even harder, which did nothing to calm my erection. Her eyes were glistening with mirth when she looked up at me, her hands now on my butt.

“So no guy except you out there is worthy of me, is that it?” she quipped, giving my cheeks a squeeze.

“Y’gotta admit, mom, none of ’em have been recently,” I said simply. “I figure they’ve gotta at least approach me for awesomeness before I don’t chase them out the door.”

“Jesus, I’ll never get to date a man again,” mom made a show of muttering. “Well… what if I bring a woman home? Now that you know I’m bi, I’ll feel better about doing that.”

I shrugged. “I don’t mind what you do with women, as long as she doesn’t hurt you. Then you’ll just go fuck her mother.”

“And if she’s not a meanie?” mom asked, still holding my butt.

“Then hopefully she won’t mind me knowing, or seeing her in the morning, and it won’t interfere with, well… this.”

Mom’s eyes got serious again. “Baby, I told you, I’m not giving this up. I don’t care how much I like a girl, she won’t be interfering with this. I’ve rediscovered the most wonderful bond with you, and nothing means more to me than that.”

“Hope she likes sharing then,” I said with a wicked grin.

More unrestrained giggles from mom, until she was almost shaking beneath me. She was almost wheezing, and not because my weight was holding her down. There were tears in her eyes.

“Oh my God…” she gasped, still laughing. “Did you really just suggest that I should share my son with a potential girlfriend?”

I hadn’t meant it that way, but that’s how mom took it. And it occurred to me that I probably shouldn’t discourage her line of thinking. I shrugged. “Whatever it takes to keep what I have with you, mom.”

“You will, baby, you have my word,” she assured us both before pulling me down into another kiss. We kissed lovingly for some minutes before I felt her wince. “Ugh, gotta pee. You coming, my love?”

I nodded. Maybe taking a slash would calm the beast. But seeing as how I was likely to be twisted up with mom on the toilet, I doubted it. All the same, I pushed myself up away and we both snickered at the sticky peeling sound between us as our bodies parted.

“Jesus, that was obscene,” mom laughed. “All that cum between us overnight, I’m surprised it was that easy to get us apart. I was worried we’d need solvent to unglue my cunt from your cock.”

“I can think of worse places to be stuck to,” I said easily as I got off the bed and then helped her up. Yep, we reeked of old sex, that was for sure. I know mom’d want a shower as soon as we were done peeing, and I couldn’t blame her, honestly. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom attached to her bedroom. She smiled as she plunked down and began maneuvering me into position in front of her.

“One of these days, we’ll have to try this with me sitting on you,” she mused, pulling me close, the back of her thighs perched over my quads and her knees hanging behind. “But for that to work, the monster would need to be at rest.”

“Not sure you want me draining the lizard inside you,” I laughed, hoping I was being absurd in response to her concern.

Mom just shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’d done that with a guy, baby.”

I shivered and leaned in, resting my face on her shoulder. “Holy shit, you’re awesome, mom.”

She gave me a wry smirk. “Why, because I’ve let a guy pee in my pussy and my ass before? Not exactly a rare kink, you know. Have you done that with a girl?”

I shook my head. “Y’got me beat there, mom.”

“Well, I’m willing to bet not many other moms let their darling boys pee on their womanhood while tangled up on the toilet,” she concluded airily. “I guess I am pretty awesome that way.”

She took a breath and put her arms around my shoulders, smiling at me. “I know you’re gonna end up touching and grazing me, Aaron, don’t worry about it. Just don’t try to make me cum like last night, I’m not ready for another orgasm just yet.”

I nodded. “That’s fine, mom.”

“I am, however, always open to all sorts of deep good-morning kissies,” she purred, giving me a sly smile before pressing her lips to mine and initiating a deep kiss with me. Mom and I kissed while we both relaxed enough to start our business. Mom peed on my erection, while I jetted my stream against her pussy and clit, making her shiver. She shivered and moaned into my mouth, making her kiss me harder. Her tits were squashed to my chest, her fingers clenching on my back.

Tongues found one another, snaking and slithering around. Our good-morning kiss had become a good-morning make-out, and we had no excuses like sugary lips or anything to blame it on. We just wanted to fuck one another’s mouths with our tongues.

The kiss got sloppy, I noticed. Mom was kissing a certain way that made her drool, and once I felt how she was doing it, I began to as well. The result was that our mouths and chins were shining with our saliva, and it was dripping down onto her tits and my chest. We kissed harder, fingers kneading one another’s skin now, and I could feel mom’s nails on my back as well.

Mom broke the kiss, breathing heavily as she looked at me through half-closed eyes. Her tongue was still out of her mouth, glistening and drooling. I’m sure mine was as well. My heart was pounding and my erection throbbing. I seemed to have stopped peeing, but I was so into the kiss with mom that I hadn’t really noticed. I couldn’t feel mom peeing either.

“Fucking Hell,” she panted, still looking at me. “You are so wasted on stupid teenage girls if that’s how you kiss, Aaron. Please tell me you like kissing mommy and you’ll keep doing that with me.”

“Mom, nobody’s ever come close to kissing me the way you do,” I assured her, meaning. “I mean, you literally fucked my mouth with your tongue. It was the most amazing thing. Yeah, whenever and wherever you want, I’ll share those kisses with you.”

“Stick your tongue out, baby,” she breathed, her brown eyes fairly blazing with desire. “Stick it out straight, I wanna try something.”

I did as she asked and mom captured my tongue between her lips, almost sucking it in. She then began bobbing back and forth on it, like she was sucking on a cock, the two of us once again drooling saliva onto our bodies. She must’ve done that for almost a minute before she pulled back, looking very pleased.

“Been a while since I’ve done that, and not with many boys,” she said, smiling naughtily. “Tongue fucks are kinda erotic and very personal. Don’t know why, but they are.”

“No argument here,” I agreed. I’d loved the feel of it and hoped she’d let me do it to her at some point. I could tell we were both done peeing, and I sidled backward until I was off the toilet and standing. Mom giggled as my erection swayed in her face.

“Hey, cutie,” she cooed, talking to my cock. “Let’s get you cleaned off, shall we?”

Mom stood and then moved into the shower, getting the water ready while I found yet another set of towels for us. I joined her and we moved into our now natural and easy rhythm, embracing one another and just holding tight under the deluge. Our lips met for another kiss as the water sloughed the night’s activities away. I hope the water took it’s time.

“Mmmmm,” mom murmured through our kiss. “Love me?”

“Wholeheartedly, mom,” I answered, lost in her kiss.

“All of me?”

“Every bit of you.”

“Good, mommy loves every bit of you too, my sweet boy,” she sighed. My erection was flattened between us, and we just ignored him, even if we could feel him throbbing for attention. “Let mommy wash you down…”

Mom pulled me out of the water and then moved behind me. She put some of her cleansing gel in her hands, then began smearing it all over my back, down over my ass (which she took some time squeezing and kissing, giggling all the while), and down to my feet, much as she’d done before. Then she wiggled around to the front and lathered me up there. Confronted with my cock, she snickered and then drizzled cleanser onto her magnificent tits.

I moaned as mom enveloped my erection between her breasts, squirming them around and massaging him until there was so much lather you almost couldn’t see him. I leaned back against the wall, not sure my legs would hold me up.

“Ooh, my little man likes that, does he?” she asked in a teasing voice.

“Yeah, but keep it up and I’m napalming your face, mom,” I gasped, my eyes closed.

“Promises, promises,” she sighed, finally releasing my member from her tits and continuing to work her way up, using her breasts to get the cleanser on where possible. She was in front of me again, squirming her knockers against my chest, and her pussy against my cock.

“Your turn to do me, baby,” she whispered.

I took a deep breath and began my task, starting behind her, as she had done for me, lathering her back before moving down to her ass. I took my time, making her giggle as I gave it squeezes, massages those tight, amazing cheeks in circles, and gave it kisses. I stood back up and pressed my cock against her, making it disappear between her cheeks and began grinding around.

“Mmmmm,” she purred, reaching back and up to put her arms around my neck while she slithered her ass back against me and my hands found her tits, fondling them. “You sure know how to show a girl a good time, Aaron…”

Before I just lost it and pushed her down on the shower floor to fuck her, I knelt and lathered up her legs. I moved to the front and worked my way up her body.

Confronted with her pussy now, mom smirked and watched to see what I’d do. Did I use my hand? I didn’t have my protective washcloth this time, so I had to think this through.

Mom’s eyes widened as I used my hand to push her back against the wall. I pulled her lower body slightly forward, her hips tilted toward me. With wide eyes, she watched as I placed myself between her legs and pressed my cockhead against her pussylips. I started dragging the engorged head up and down, from the fourchette to her clit, which was peeking out from its hood by now. Mom was decidedly turned on.

She groaned, closing her eyes, pressing her head back and flattening her hands against the shower wall. Her body trembled as I smeared cleanser all over her most intimate part with my most intimate. I had to stop, though, because I was sure one of us was going to lose it and just thrust forward, and that couldn’t be undone or ignored. I let her stand up straight and then massaged her tits with my hands, lathering them up but good.

Finally, we stepped under the water together and rinsed away all the cleanser, leaving us both sparkling clean. Our bodies, anyway, I couldn’t say that much for our behaviour or our souls. Once we’d rinsed off, we fell into another embrace, just holding one another body to body and dancing in a very slow circle beneath the water. Time meant nothing to me.

It must’ve meant something to my stomach, though, because it rumbled and mom burst out laughing.

“I almost forgot, I was so swept away,” she cackled, patting my belly. “It takes lot of food for a sex machine like my little boy to keep up all the good work, doesn’t it? C’mon, baby, let’s go feed ourselves…”

Mom turned off the water and we stepped out, drying one another before heading out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Neither of us had any need for clothes; nudity together was the expectation and all we desired this weekend.

“Wow, this bedroom really does smell like sex,” mom said, sniffing the air. I did the same, but it wasn’t as acute for me as it clearly was for her. She claimed to have never lost what she called her ‘pregnancy nose’, and it was probably why I could never successfully hide a stash of weed from her in the house. She always found it and I got an amused lecture after she’d gotten rid of it. “Open the window please, baby.”

I walked over and opened her window, letting in the warm, summer morning air. Mom was stripping the bed, the sheets of which were no doubt rather sticky and messy, given that we’d slept in our sweat and cum overnight. There was gonna be a lot of laundry by the time this weekend ended. Mom took me by the hand and led me downstairs.

“Wanna have nude breakfast on the verandah?” she asked, smiling at me as she prepped coffee and then her mimosas. “I can put up the mosquito netting to give a feel of more privacy.”

“We could do that,” I said, nodding. “But it might feel even more naughty and thrilling if we don’t use the netting, just exposing ourselves. Pretty sure our neighbours can’t see onto the verandah anyway.”

Mom gave me an amused smirk. “You little kinkster, Aaron. You really are my son. Okay, big boy, no netting, just naked mom and naked son having breakfast in nature.”

“Hey, maybe we can have a picnic lunch behind the shed,” I posited, feeling brave. Mom giggled and nodded eagerly. I guess that was a yes. “Whose turn is it for truth or dare, mom?”

“Damned if I know, baby,” she admitted with a shrug. “But it’s ladies first in polite society, so I guess you can ask me. I’m refreshed from last night, so I’m game for anything that won’t make me burn breakfast.”

I watched her from behind as she prepped our morning fare. She walked over to the fridge and bent over to get inside, making sure I had an amazing view of her ass. She shifted back and forth from foot to foot, and even parted her legs so that I could see her smooth pussy.

“I might be in here for a second, Aaron, so you might wanna get closer so that I can hear you if you ask,” she called out from the fridge.

I smiled and moved closer, kneeling down so that her amazing ass was in my face. I put my hand on one of her cheeks to let her know how close I was, and she wiggled her butt against my palm in response.

“Truth or dare, mom?” I asked.

“Ummmmm…” she said, ruminating while taking her time looking for whatever. Hungry as I might have been, I was perfectly content to keep staring at her ass. “Truth.”

I nodded. I had a question I really wanted to ask, but knew I wouldn’t.

What do you want to do that we haven’t done yet?

I wouldn’t corner her like that. Forcing my mom to state what her limits her were so bluntly was not something I could do. Not only was it unfair to the most wonderful woman ever, it would probably sour the mood for the day, with mom always thinking about it. No. I had another fun troll question, to ask, though.

“Have you ever had a chance to mess around with a dick larger than mine?” I asked, smirking.

There was a pause in the activity in the fridge, and then mom looked back at me. “Baby, that’s an awful question to ask!”

Seemingly as a chiding, she bumped her ass back against my face lightly. Damned if my nose didn’t go between the cheeks and my mouth might have touched her pussy. But then she leaned in farther into the fridge and sighed.

“Yes, baby,” she confessed, clearly not liking the answer. “A few times, just not in recent years. Back when I was younger, in college. And then about about five years ago, there was a black guy that I-”

She stopped talking and backed out of the fridge, holding the items she needed as she stood up. She walked over to the counter and put them down before turning to look at me. She leaned back against the counter and then crooked her finger, beckoning me closer. I stood up and moved to her. Mom put her hands on my hips and pulled my erect cock against her, pressed into her pussy. The look in her eyes was a serious one.

“Aaron,” she said quietly, but the tone was motherly and loving, as well as serious. “Keep in mind you have a pleasantly large dick, decidedly bigger than average. Size queens lie if they say that can’t feel less than eight inches. That’s just slags mouthing off. And yes, I’ve had some large dicks in me. But this…”

She now squirmed her pussy against my manhood to emphasize.

“Any girl out there is lucky to have you bury this monster in any hole they have available,” she cooed, her fingernails actually tracing up and down the side of my shaft. Holy shit, mom was sort of touching my cock. Yes, she was assuring me of something, but still, she was touching me, with no barriers. I almost swooned at how much this woman must have loved me to do this.

“I might’ve played around with other large dicks, baby,” she whispered, “But not a one out there has ever meant as much to me.”

I blushed and looked down, greeted by the sight of not only her large tits, but also her fingernails touching me.

“Something you want to say?” she asked, a hint of a smile on her face.

“Sounds dumb,” I mumbled, blushing harder and feeling very embarrassed.

“I think we’re beyond feeling dumb saying things after this weekend, honey,” mom pointed out, smiling lovingly. “Say anything.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’ve never loved a pussy more.”

Mom’s eyes shone as she smiled, the smile becoming a small smirk. “I guess they have become pretty good friends, haven’t they?” she quipped, parting her legs enough to catch my cock between her netherlips and then squirming a little, showing me she was wet. Then she backed up and what she did next almost knocked me out.

“I’m not kidding, Aaron,” she assured me, actually putting her hand on my cock and wrapping her fingers around it. “Whatever girl you finally end up with, luckiest girl in the world. Not only because you have a big dick, but you’re a considerate lover, clearly, and a gentleman. You’ll see to her pleasure and respect her, not just beat her up with this thing.”

Her hand left my dick and she wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me close, her lips brushing against mine as she whispered.

“You make me wish I was eighteen again…” she said before kissing me lovingly. I just held her by her hips and kissed her back, lost in the revelations and the affection she clearly felt for me. She ended the kiss and smiled. “Now go set up the verandah for our breakfast while I finish here and also think up an awkward revenge question for you.”

“Yes, mom,” I laughed as I turned and headed outdoors, but not before mom gave me a pop on the butt with her palm. I was now naked outside, and it felt slightly awkward, probably because mom wasn’t with me. I looked around and came to the conclusion that she was right- our neighbours couldn’t readily see us here on our deck without going to some lengths, like using a trampoline to see over the fences. It made me feel better about our other nude activities out here as well.

I set up the table, bringing dishes and cutlery out. When I was in the kitchen, I’d occasionally stop and just watch mom, who was at the stove, clearly making bacon, eggs, and hash browns. Looks like it was a greasy breakfast kind of morning, and I couldn’t blame her.

“Aren’t you saving that for breakfast?” I asked, watching as she sipped her mimosa while cooking.

“I’ll just have another then, maybe six,” she said simply with a shrug. “I’m allowed. Actually, sweetie, would you get another bottle of bubbly ready, please?”

“Gotta admit, I love day drinking with you, mom!” I laughed as I retrieved another bottle from the chiller.

“You think I’m fun now, you oughta see me when I’m wasted,” she quipped, smiling back at me and winking while giving her ass a wiggle. “I develop a speech impediment, I forget how to say ‘no’, just like that little whore Gina. So I’ve gotta be around people I trust before getting shit-faced.”

What she was implying was obvious. She wanted to trust me.

“Should we get shit-faced today, mom?” I asked. “It’s Sunday, and the last day of our special weekend.”

She kept making food, but she was obviously thinking my suggestion through. “That might be fun, Aaron. You sure you’re ready to watch mommy cut loose?”

“I can’t think of anything I’d rather see, to be honest,” I said honestly. “I mean, she just gets more and more amazing with every moment so far this weekend.”

“Goodness,” she said, fanning herself at the praise. “Keep building me up like that and I’ll fall short before long, baby. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

I stepped up behind her, nestling into her body, my hard cock between her ass cheeks as I wrapped my arms around her waist. Mom closed her eyes and pushed back into me, her hand coming up to caress my cheek. Her eyes were closed.

“Mom,” I said quietly but honestly. “You have never disappointed me, and you won’t ever in a million years. Never doubt that.”

“I never will, Aaron,” she replied in the softest of voices, her eyes still closed as she nuzzled her cheek to mine. “Ever, my love…”

She tilted her head up and we kissed lovingly for some moments before she needed to return her attention to the food, and I went back to setting up the little table outside. There was a small canopy over the table, and the bugs were starting to come out, so I put up the netting anyway, even if our neighbours couldn’t see us.

Plates, cutlery, coffee, mimosas… I’d even placed an arrangement of flowers in the center of the table. I returned into the living room and retrieved the TV trays, which I would use as a staging area for our food once it was ready. I was looking forward to treating mom like a lady first thing in the morning.

“Oh, my goodness, darling,” mom said as she opened the screen door and came out, pausing as she saw the effort I’d gone to. “For little old me?”

“Who else would deserve this?” I asked, feeling proud when I saw her reaction and how impressed she was. “Just let me know when the food is ready and then you get to sit while I bring it all out.”

“I came out to tell you that it was, actually,” she stated.

“In that case…” I began, coming over and taking her hand. I led her through the netting and then pulled out her chair, gesturing for her to sit.

“What, you’re not going to say ‘milady’, as you sit me down?” she teased while she eased onto her chair.

“Sure, just let me pack on forty pounds of flub, grow a bad beard, wear a fedora and carry a cheap katana on my back first,” I snorted, making her giggle.

“I get that reference,” she laughed as I slid her in. “I have a friend who teaches high school and she sees her idiot teen boys try that look out. Thank you, baby. Is it too slutty to give you a kiss to thank you?”

I shook my head and leaned in. Mom put one of her hands on the back of my neck and kissed me, deeply. We held it for some seconds, and mom even pushed her tongue into my mouth. She ended the kiss and I went inside to get the food. After two trips, I had it all set up for us on the trays, easily accessible next to the table. Once I was sitting, mom held up her champagne glass, toasting me with her mimosa.

“To my lovely boy, and to the sexiest mom-son weekend ever,” she announced.

“To the most wonderful mom to ever live,” I replied, clinking my glass against hers. We both drained our glasses and mom made another mimosa for each of us while I portioned out the food.

“We might as well kill this bottle,” she said, pouring liberally. “If we intend to get fucked up today, no sense in holding back. And I made the breakfast extra greasy and yummy to help with that.”

“I see that,” I replied with a grin, noticing how wonderfully bad for me breakfast looked. “While I clean up all this, it’ll be your job to get all the booze ready, okay?”

“Deal,” mom said before digging into her breakfast with gusto. “Truth or dare, baby?”

I paused to think. “Dare.”

She smiled at me slyly and then sat back in her chair, holding up her champagne glass and then starting to tip it.

“Oops,” she said, smirking. “I dare you to come and lick the mimosa off mommy’s tits,” she said as the fizzing liquid hit her skin and began trickling down.

I stood and came around the table. Mom was still set into it, but she stayed leaning back, exposing her large breasts to me. I knelt next to her and began licking and sucking on her tits readily, not holding back. Mom was clearly daring me to treat her tits the ways I treated the tits of other girls, not some gentle suckling. This wasn’t mom-son bonding. This was sexual foreplay tit stuff.

Mom groaned and craned her neck back, her hand resting gently on the back of my head, her fingers in my hair. She leaned in to me slightly, allowing me easier access to her farther breast, and I lapped and sucked on that one hungrily too. Mom was squirming in her chair, but she kept her legs closed.

“I think some might’ve trickled down onto my stomach, Aaron,” she breathed.

I moved down, lapping at her smooth skin, until I reached just above her mound. I couldn’t go lower because of her legs being closed. More than that, mom hadn’t invited me to. I knew that. I finished and then sat up straight, sighing and nodding, happy with my work.

“Mmmm, good boy,” she cooed, stroking my cheek. “Has a girl ever licked champagne off your chest before, honey?”

“Well no,” I admitted, blushing slightly. “I might’ve let a girl snort a line off my abs at a party, though.”

Mom raised an eyebrow for a moment and turned her head slightly as she assessed me. Another sly smile. “But you’ve never done that yourself, I can tell. You were just at a party and being accommodating. Was she your date?”

“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “I was going stag at that party, and I’d just fucked her. I was just letting her have some fun.”

“So considerate,” she said, caressing my cheek again. “I guess mommy’ll have to be the one who licks champagne off that sexy chest of yours.”

We dug into our food again, and mom kept filling our mimosas up. We only got three glasses each, but they were gone quickly, by the time we’d finished breakfast. Mom pushed her chair back and stretched out a little, basking in the sun that filtered through the netting. I looked at her lovely body, some of which was still a little sticky and shiny from my tongue lapping up the fizzy mimosa she’d poured on herself.

“Mmmmmm…” she sighed happily, stretching her arms over her head, which thrust her tits up for my benefit. “Greasy breakfasts are the best, but I’ll gonna need about thirty hard-earned orgasms to work all those calories off.”

One of her hands trailed lazily down her body and found her pussy, which she caressed as if no one was watching.

“So you’ll load up the dishwasher and so on while I prep the day’s booze?” she asked, smiling at me while she strummed her pussy casually. I couldn’t tell her how much it meant to me that she was completely comfortable doing that in front of me now. It’s like I thought nothing of sporting a hardon anymore, or jacking off in front of her. She liked it.

I nodded as I stood, my erection pointing at her as I started gathering up plates. “That’s the plan. I should only need about fifteen minutes.”

“Well, just don’t let Aaron junior go anywhere,” she cooed, patting the side of my dick with the flat of her fingers when I was within reach. “Can’t leave him out of today’s festivities, any more than we can leave out Tiger Lilly, right?”

I had to put down the collection of plates, because I almost doubled over laughing. “Tiger Lilly?”

“That’s what I call her these days,” mom said simply, still stroking Tiger Lilly. “She’s had other names. During my big slut phase in college, I called her the UN, because it played hosts to foreign guests and was open to any ethnicity.”

“I like it,” I said, recovering and beginning to clean up again. “What else have you called her since she came into play?”

“Oh, her first name was ‘Hoo-Hoo’ or ‘Noo-Noo’,” mom said, smirking as she remembered something. “That’s what your aunt Tracy called her. I called her pussy ‘Gigi’, and we used to have little jousting matches, slamming Noo-Noo and Gigi together. Loooooong time ago.”

“Nice, what else?”

“Ohhhh, let’s see…” mom mused, looking up and tapping her finger against her cheek as she made a show of thinking. “There was some lummox in high school who thought he was all that, called his dick the Monster Truck. So I named her ‘Maximum Destruction’. Turned out he wasn’t all that once I was done with him.”

I was laughing. “So she’s always had a name?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” mom said, standing up finally. “For about a year when I was seeing your father, I got lazy and just called her my Twinkle, because I was referring to her so often, and she was the star at every party. I can’t believe I’m admitting what a slut I was to my teenage son.”

I put down the plates and turned to hold her, my hands on her hips and just close enough that her nipples were kissing my chest. I smiled. “Mom, never, ever be embarrassed about that, and never be afraid to tell me. It doesn’t make you a slut. Only call yourself that if it turns you on to say it, but never be derogatory, especially with me. I think it’s amazing that you were so liberated and did exactly what you wanted.”

She bit her lip as she looked into my eyes. “Really, Aaron?”

“Mom, if I sleep with a hundred girls, that makes me the fuckin’ man,” I pointed out. “I’ve never bought into that keys and locks bullshit. When you tell me all these things, I don’t see a slut, or a loose woman, I see a powerful woman who fucks who she wants to fuck. That’s power. I’m in awe, mom.”

Mom pressed her forehead to mine, her eyes closed as she held me close.

“No wonder I’m in love…” she whispered, barely audible. She looked up and smiled now. “Get going, Tiger Lilly and I have a lot of booze to pick out.”

She turned and wiggled into the house, making sure I was watching. I snapped myself out of my haze and went back to my bussing before taking everything back inside. I resisted the urge to hurry and do a sloppy job, cleaning everything well enough to go in the dishwasher and taking care of the cookware. Soon enough, everything was in order and I called out for mom.

“In here, baby!”

I went to the lounge and found mom standing in front of the coffee table, looking at the collection of bottles she’d assembled. Beer, cognac, more champagne, red wine, liqueurs meant for mixing, along with orange juice and various bottles of pop.

“Wow, we are gonna get so fucked up,” I breathed, shaking my head as I approached.

“I know, right?” mom agreed, sounding very pleased. “And when we get the inevitable hangovers, well, I have a guaranteed cure. I learned about it from my friend who teaches high school. It’s pickle brine, you just drink a glass of the brine straight and it kills the worst hangovers in no time flat.”

“That sounds awful,” I said, making a face. “Who gave her that brilliant idea?”

“Her two favourite professors from university, apparently,” mom said, shrugging. “I doubt she’d lead me astray, you know?”

“No, but if you vouch for it, then I’ll believe it,” I said. “So where’re we doing this?”

“Well, we haven’t been in the hot tub yet today,” she mused. “Let’s start there, shall we?”

I nodded and helped her start carrying out the various bottles, followed by all the glasses we’d need. Wine glasses, champagne glasses, tumblers, shot glasses… you’d swear we were going to be hosting a party by the time we had everything laid out on the tables and surfaces around the tub.

Mom turned on the jets, which rumbled to life, and she tied her brown hair back in a braid. She giggled as she saw me staring, because what red-blooded man doesn’t stare dumbly when a woman is tying her hair back?

Then she started to clamber into the tub, but she began by bending low and then slinging one leg over into the water, spreading her hips wide and exposing her wet, pink pussy and her little knot to me.

“Oh, goodness, I seem to be stuck,” she said in a dramatic, girly voice. “Aaron, be a dear and give me a boost?”

I chuckled and moved in close, putting my hands on her shapely ass cheeks and giving them a squeeze. Mom moaned in pleasure, arching her ass just a little.

“Pull ’em apart, honey,” she sighed, her eyes closed. “Give mommy a stretch.”

I nodded and them changed my grip so that my fingers were between her cheeks, getting purchase. Then I slowly, gently pulled them apart, mesmerized by the sight of her pink knot stretching sideways. Mom groaned, squirming at the welcome sensation. Her pussy was pulling wider as well, and she was so fucking wet.

“Gnnnnnn,” she sighed. “Stings so good…”

Finally I stopped stretching her and just eased her into the tub by her butt. Mom sank down into the water, exhaling as she settled in, right next to her favourite jet, Steele.

“Why’d you pick that name for your fave jet, mom?” I asked as I climbed in and sat down opposite her.

“It’s also the favourite jet of a friend of mine,” she said, smiling wistfully. “She’s our lawyer, and she made sure I got everything in the divorce with your father. Her last name is Remington, so calling the jet ‘Steele’ was just kind of my sassy tribute to her. We shared the hot tub the night after the settlement to toast my victory.”

“I remember her, I think her name’s Janet,” I mused. “Brunette, very assertive, wears killer power suits. She dropped by about three or four years ago. Did you lez out with her too?”

“No,” mom said, shaking her head while I grinned. “Wouldn’t mind one bit, gotta say. She’s a big perv and doesn’t mind teasing girls, but she’s straight. The only girl she does that sort of thing with is a friend of hers, they’ve been besties since their uni days in the eighties. And even then, they mostly just kiss and snuggle naked, she says. But we watched each other get off on Steele.”

“Still a great tribute to her, that name,” I said. “What’s your first drink, mom? Pick your poison.”

“I’ve actually got an idea for that,” mom said, smiling. “Open one of the bottles of bubbly, Aaron, and we’re just gonna drink right from it. Pass it back and forth. We shouldn’t let it get too warm anyway, right?”

“I’m in,” I said simply, getting up and letting mom giggle as she watched my cock wobble back and forth, still erect as requested. I popped the cork and mom sighed and shook her head.

“I got really fucked up one night at a party and someone shot me right in the cunt with a champagne cork,” she told me. “I shrieked so loud that I’m amazed the cops didn’t show up. God, that was pain. I’m amazed it didn’t somehow go right inside and through me. I can’t begin to imagine how much worse it would be a guy, getting one of those corks at high speed in the nuts.”

“I don’t even wanna think about it,” I admitted as I passed her the bottle and then sat down. Mom took a stiff pull from the bottle and then passed it to me. I took a drink and passed it back to her. It wasn’t long before we’d finished it off. Mom opted for me to crack open two beers this time.

“Truth or dare, mom?” I asked. It was her turn.

“Mmmm, truth,” she said after pondering for a few moments. “There’s still so many nasty, kinky and perverted things I’ve done that I haven’t told you, and the game gives me the courage to do them.”

“The more shit-faced we get, the less likely we’ll need the game,” I pointed out.

“Primarily because we’ll have forgotten we’re playing it,” mom laughed. “Anyway, ask.”

I gave it some thought. “Here we go… what are the things you won’t do during sex?”

“Oh, thank God,” mom breathed, almost exhaling in relief. “That’s easy, but the list is embarrassingly small. “Scat, drinking piss or willingly getting it on my face, blood play, heavy S&M… once it’s not feeling good, I’m out. I don’t do that sort of thing just to push the boundaries of excess.”

“That it?” I asked.

“Well, and I wouldn’t fuck a dead body either, but who needs to say that?” mom said with a shrug.

“True enough,” I laughed as I took a swig of my nice, cold beer. “Some things are just implicit. Your turn.”

“Truth or dare, baby?”

“Eh, truth.”

“What’s your favourite music to fuck to?” she queried.

“Hmmmm, depends on the mood,” I said, mulling it over. “If I’m romancing her, usually something soft, and I try to make sure she likes it. I try to find out what music the girl likes before I bed her for that reason.”

“So considerate,” mom sighed, smiling at me with adoration in her eyes. “So what if it’s wild, jungle monkey sex? What’s your preference?”

I smirked. “Honestly? This Shit Will Fuck You Up by Combichrist.”

“Oh, that would be fun,” mom laughed. “I love that song, never fucked to it, though. Bucket list!”

“What about you?” I asked. “What does my mom like to fuck to?”

“I guess I’m like you, sometimes I like to know what he or she likes first, get the mood right,” she answered. “Right now I’m in an old-school rap phase, LL Cool J and his ilk. Stuff from my youth. I think I was ten when that song came out.”

“My mom, the rap bunny,” I chuckled. I drained my beer and stood up to get another. Mom shook her head as my dick wobbled close to her face, still hard.

“That thing is ridiculous,” she muttered, eyeing it. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you have priapism.”

“Nah, just totally amazing stamina and staying power,” I quipped, a bit of a boast. She raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Truth or dare, mom?”

“Dare,” she said readily.

“Right,” I said, reaching over and picking up my phone. “I dare you to let me take video of my dick tapping and slapping around your face, thirty seconds.”

Mom eyes widened and then she burst out laughing. “Aaron!”

“What?” I reasoned. “You’ve got your dare, lady. You gonna welch?”

Mom needed to finish snickering before she could answer. “You know I’m not gonna, young man. But oh God, am I gonna get you back…”

She straightened herself out, sitting up straight with her legs shut and her hands in her lap. She looked up at me, her eyes glinting with what I could only describe as eagerness. “Ready and waiting, sir.”

I fired up my camera and hit the record function, the picture centered on her. “Give us an intro, mom.”

“Hi,” she said cheerfully. “Julie Zane here, and I’m about to let my wonderful little boy Aaron slap his hard cock all over my face for thirty seconds. Whoever watches this, enjoy!”

It wasn’t lost on me that she said ‘whoever watches this’, but it might’ve just been hyperbole, the heat of the moment, not to mention sounding good for the camera. Mom closed her eyes and I moved in close, taking hold of my rock-hard dick. I wasn’t about to be timid, since mom had given me such a great intro. My cock appeared on the screen, and I began tapping the swollen head all over her face. Mom kept her eyes closed but moaned.

She almost broke down giggling when I bopped her on the tip of the nose.

I was a little more forceful when I tapped her cheeks and chin with both the head and the hard shaft, but gentler when I touched her eyes or her nose. As a coup de grâce at the thirty-second mark, I tapped the head against her lips, holding it there for a split second. Mom made a noise and puckered her lips to give it a kiss before I pulled it away.

“That’s thirty seconds,” I sighed, stepping back and still filming her for the reaction. She was almost glowing, I guess she really enjoyed it. “How was that, mom?”

“Mmmm, been a while since I’ve done that,” she said happily. “At least not without a bukkake shower after.”

I laughed while mom giggled. I sent the video to her phone and leaned back against the edge of the hot tub, letting her see my body, and my erection.

“Has my little boy ever slapped a girl’s face with his cock before?” she asked, a wicked smile on her face.

“Not like that,” I said. “A silly tap here or there, but nothing like what you just allowed me to do, and that was a lot more fun, no lie.”

“Mmmm, I’m glad,” she said, looking and cupping her breasts before caressing them. We finished our drinks and then mom had me pour cognac for us. We lounged and discussed some of the naughty things we’d both done, comparing notes and laughing about similarities when we found them, which was surprisingly often.

“We should go inside, I’m overheating a li’l,” mom said finally, sipping her drink. “I’ve got an idea, if you’re game.”

I nodded. “Anything you want, mom.”

“Well,” she began, giving me a sly smile. “The big TV in the lounge… you said it can be online, but it’s also behind our firewall, yes?”

“Why, are we gonna watch some illegal porn?” I asked, grinning.

“Not just any porn, baby,” she said, speaking quietly and blushing a little. “I thought… I thought maybe we could show each other some of the porn we’ve each made.”

I paused for a moment. “You wanna see my porn?”

More blushing. “I… yes. I’m curious now. And I’ve spent so much time confessing to so many things I’ve done in the past, I feel like I owe it to you, in a sense, to show you. I don’t know if that makes sense.”

“Very little of this weekend has, mom, but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t been amazing and perfect,” I said with a shrug. “And now that I think of it, showin’ you might be kind of a naughty turn-on.”

“It gives me a tingle too, wanting to show you,” she breathed, smiling down at the churning water. “Kiss me, baby, and then we’ll go inside.”

I stepped forward and gathered mom in my eyes. Her lips pressed to mine, and we kissed one another lovingly. One of my hands found hers and our fingers knotted. Something about this felt very intimate, even more so than my hands on her waist or her butt. It felt like something lovers would do. And not even just lovers, but a couple.

I liked it.

“Mmmm,” mom purred through the kiss, squirming her pussy against my cock, which was flattened between us. “Gotta love a young man’s staying power…”

We ended the kiss and got out of the tub. Mom turned off the jets and pulled the screen over it while I began gathering up bottles and cups, shuttling them inside. It took me two trips, and when I had brought everything into the lounge, mom was waiting for me. She still looked a little embarrassed, and it was amazing how cute she was. I wish I could’ve taken a pic.

“So, um…” she began. “How do we play this stuff on our big screen? Just a USB hookup to our laptops?”

I nodded. “That’ll work. If you want, I’ll set it all up while you get our drinks in order.”

Mom nodded and began pondering our options while I trotted upstairs, retrieving both laptops and USB cables. I brought them back down and found another tray to set them up on while mom was still working on the drinks.

“Truth or dare, mom?” I asked while I was fiddling with the cable.

“Ummmm, truth,” she said finally. “You’re about to see a lot of porn of me, so maybe the dares are best left until after, when you know what I’m capable of.”

“Fair,” I laughed. “Okay, ummm… what’s the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done when I was close by and unaware? Not counting our bedrooms being close to one another. But like, could’ve been caught by me.”

“Oh, wow,” mom said, pausing with the drinks and needing to ponder. “That’s a long list, baby. Sometimes my partners and I intentionally did things nearby you, just for the thrill of potentially getting caught.”

“Well, just a few examples you think I’ll laugh about and be scandalized by,” I suggested.

“Hmmmm,” mom pondered. “Well, Tracy and I fucked one another at the last birthday party you had that she attended.”

“Holy shit!” I laughed. “Was that when you two were ‘grabbing supplies’ in the closet and were gone for half an hour? With my party just on the other side of the door?”

Mom blushed and nodded. “And another time, you were sitting with Gina in the hot tub and started getting it on. My date and I were standing here in the kitchen at the screen door and watched with the lights out so you couldn’t see us. He fucked me good and hard while she was bouncing on your lap.”

“You were watching me have sex?” I asked.

“I… was watching Gina, really,” mom confessed, blushing deeper still. “Pity she turned out to be a slag, she was kinda hot.”

“I’d’ve shared her with you if I’d known, mom,” I said easily. “Lay another on me.”

“Well, your dad and I rutted a lot when you were little and sleeping in the room with us, but that’s pretty standard parent stuff,” she said with a shrug. “A few years ago during one of our movie nights, you fell asleep on the floor and Connie Beckham and I went at it here on the couch. We didn’t have the patience to move you, we were too horny and needed to fuck.”

“Glad to know you never let me stand in the way of a good time,” I chuckled as I stood up. “There we go, both hooked in. You’re on HDMI2 and I’m on 3. Now what?”

Mom sat on the chesterfield silently, still blushing. She had her knees together and her hands folded on top of them. She seemed strangely modest after the past two days we’d spent together. “You’re not going to think I’m weird if I ask you a question, Aaron?”

“Of course not, mom,” I said, coming over to her. I knelt in front of her so that my hardon wasn’t waggling in her face and clasped my hands over hers. “Just ask.”

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. “I… want you to copy my files onto your laptop.”

I blinked. “You do? That’s your private stuff, mom, your memories and your life.”

“I know,” she said, trying to not turn crimson. “But I want it to be available to you now. I realized late yesterday how important it was for me to share my past with you. All of it. That way, it isn’t just legend or mythology for you. It’s… living history. I want to be comfortable with you knowing all those things about me, and I don’t know if I ever truly would be if I didn’t make them available to you for your leisure. Does that make sense?”

“Well, insofar as moms generally don’t show their sons the porn they’ve made in ages past, yeah, it makes total sense, mom,” I said, nodding. “I mean, yeah, I suppose having it at my fingertips to access as I please makes me feel special.”

Mom looked at me now and smirked a little. “Not just more porn to add to your spank bank, is it?”

“Oh, it’ll be that too, but so much more,” I told her, pulling her up to her feet, still holding her hands and looking down into her eyes. The head of my dick barely touched her stomach. Neither of us cared. “Like you said, getting to know you, and it becomes living history. I’ll… I’ll see how you fuck, how you give blowjobs, how you scissor girls and eat pussy… the legend comes to life and I live in awe.”

Mom blushed and looked away. “That’s just silly.”

“No, it’s my choice about who and what I live in awe of,” I said firmly. “And that’s you, mom. I’ve always loved and admired you, but this weekend has made me so acutely aware of how lucky I am. So yes, I’ll copy your files onto my laptop. But you have to do the same with mine.”

She smiled slyly. “So I can watch my little boy’s homemade porn and be jealous of all the little sluts he’s fucked?”

“Something like that,” I laughed. “C’mon, I’ll need you to access your laptop anyway before we settle in.”

Mom joined me at the laptops and keyed in her password. She took a deep breath and then went to a folder, the encrypted one. It had a fairly bland, generic title, but it no doubt meant something to her. Once she double-clicked on it, the screen asked for a password. I turned my head and politely looked somewhere else while mom began keying in a very long password.

“Only a teacher could commit a password that long to memory,” I laughed.

“I remember all my kids’ birthdays, so this isn’t too big a challenge,” she sighed. “But the password is almost as long as all those birthday numbers in a row, I swear.”

“I thought you were putting in pi,” I quipped, making her turn her head to smirk at me before pinching my butt. She finally finished and then exhaled, sitting back on her heels and gestured.

“There we go, baby,” she said, gesturing to the screen. “My entire sordid life exposed to you. Do what thou wilt, child of mine.”

Without much ado, I simply connected our two laptops by a cable then then did a copy-pasta from her drive to mine.

I watched as the progress reader began to tick by slowly.

“Damn, this may be a bit,” I chuckled, causing mom to give me a look. “It’s actually calling for an hour. You really were naughty, mom. Not that I object.”

“More drinking time to calm my frazzled nerves, I guess,” mom said as she got up and went to sit, pouring a glass of cognac for herself and knocking it back.

“C’mon, mom, nothing to be embarrassed about,” I said easily, joining her on the chesterfield. I put my hand on hers, which was on her lap. “I’ve seen inside you and we’ve peed and cum on one another.”

“I know,” she said quietly, smiling and giving my hand a squeeze. “Still, almost nobody ever sees this stuff except me. Nobody’s seen it all.”

“Not even aunt Tracy?” I asked, a little surprised.

“Well, only because Tracy hasn’t seen some of the newer stuff,” mom admitted. “But yes, your aunt I would share all this with. You’re the only person aside from me who will see it all, Aaron. It’s… it’s feels like the world’s biggest risk to me. You’ll see why soon enough. But I need to do this with you.”

“I love you, mom,” I whispered, leaning in and kissing her cheek.

Mom smiled. “I love you too, big man.”

She poured some more cognac and took a good sip. Then she turned her head and smiled at me, beckoning me to lean in. She pressed her lips to mine in a kiss before opening them. She pushed the cognac into my mouth, sighing as she did so. A little escaped the seal of our lips, pattering onto her ample breasts. I swallowed the offering and ended the kiss before leaning down to lick and suck the stray droplets off her tits. Mom gently clutched my head and moaned.

I sat up and grinned at her. Mom glanced down at my lap. “How you haven’t exploded yet or just fainted from constant blood loss is beyond me, child.”

I guess the early-morning constant flow of booze was getting to me. I leaned against the back of the chesterfield, my arms behind my head and my cock standing at full mast. “Yeah, what can I say, I’ve got staying power,” I said smugly. “Pity lesser men than me.”

Mom stared at me, amusement glinting in her eyes and a tiny crook at the corner of her mouth as she smirked. “Well, somebody’s full of himself.”

“Hey, lots of girls have complimented me, I see no point in false modesty,” I drawled lazily, as if I was speaking some deep truth of the universe.

Mom was still giving me her amused look. “Truth or dare?”

“Mmmm, dare…” I said carelessly.

“Okay, tough guy,” she said, her smile taking on an evil quality, sitting up straight and making sure her hair was still in its braid. She took her phone and set it up to face us on the small table where the liquor was before hitting ‘Record’. “I dare you not to cum…”

My eyes widened as I watched her slide off the couch and get on her knees, pulling my legs apart. What the Hell was she doing?

“Mom?” I asked rather unsurely.

She ignored me, sidling in closer, keeping my legs apart with her soft body. I just stared wordlessly as she examined my cock, standing straight up and twitching right in front of her eyes.

My mind almost exploded when she put her hand around it and began to stroke.

I can’t really describe what I was feeling, it was such a mix of things- shock, panic, delight, desperation, desire… the sensation of her delicate but also assertive hand around my shaft, slowly moving up and down was so incredible. Was my mom really starting to jerk me off?

I stiffened and gasped as I felt her lips press to the head, kissing it. She leaned in, kissing up and down my length, her sultry brown eyes looking up at me all the while. Her tongue came up and touched my cock, then began long, slow licks from bottom to top.

And I legit thought I might just expire.

I shuddered as I felt mom’s wet tongue swirl around the head and then moaned uncontrollably as her lips enveloped it. Holy shit, mom was beginning to suck on my cock! While her hand stroked, along with the gentlest twisting motions, I felt her warm mouth begin to push, slowly working its way down my shaft, following the ring of her fingers. Her tongue fluttered inside her mouth, and she subtly increased the pressure.

I opened my eyes and dared to look down, greeted by mom still looking up at me, her mouth more than halfway down my erection. Those eyes glinted wickedly as they locked with mine, daring me to look away from this wondrous sight. Her naked body was between my legs and I pressed my thighs in almost involuntarily, as if to keep her in place. Not that mom was going anywhere, she clearly intended to make me cum.

She started bobbing up and down, making sure what part of my cock she’d taken in was nice and slippery. She hummed, vibrating her lips around my sensitive skin and making me whimper. After my casual boast, she was reducing me to a human slurry. Mom’s cocksucking skills were no joke, and she was daring me to somehow not cum.

I would never brag around her again.

Mom let out a guttural ‘Mmmmmm’ sound as she reached my root, her nose in my hair and my cock in her throat. She held me there for some seconds, proving beyond all shadow of a doubt that she’d done it.

Mom was deep-throating me. Fuck, mom deep-throated me! I might’ve tried to remember if anyone had done that before, but my mind was fragmenting at the moment, I couldn’t even remember my own name. Remembering to breathe was proving difficult. Never in my wildest dreams had I anticipated this.

She paused, slowly tilting her neck just enough to look up at me, my cock still completely lodged in her mouth and throat. Our eyes met, and I almost swooned. Somehow, I managed to summon the wherewithal to focus and let her do her thing. Had anything ever felt this good before? I couldn’t recall, there was only the now.

Mom began slowly bobbing up and down, moaning just a little as her lips and tongue massaged and tortured my cock. Her hand worked in flawless tandem with her mouth, a total assault on my senses and my genitals. The unreal pleasure was lancing along my nervous system, radiating out to every corner of my body. Even my fingers and toes were tingling. I tried not to writhe, but the only way to keep that from happening was to keep my body somehow rigid, as stiff as my dick. I failed, mom moaning in delight as my fingers clasped her head.

Mom took it slow, pulling back until only the head of my cock was in her mouth, and then pushing down until I was back in her throat. She was biding her time and making me crazy, certainly. Her hand flexed subtly around my shaft when it was not in her mouth, still twisting the slippery skin gently. It was utter Heaven, and I’d never felt the like. No girl had ever been as remotely skilled as mom. It wasn’t just a blowjob, she was fucking me with her mouth, moving me relentlessly toward a monumental orgasm.

Mom went into porn star mode, seemingly, because she began to move a little faster up and down, her wet mouth making those sloppy noises we sometimes hear in videos. Her eyes stayed locked on my face while she bobbed. I shuddered and gasped, pushing with my hips as she opened her mouth just wide enough to graze her way down my shaft with her teeth. The sensation splintered up my synapses, the noise I made rather embarrassing in response. I sounded like a kid whimpering.

I tried to breathe, thinking of other things that weren’t going to make me pop my cork. Mom’s blowjob was doing a good job of overriding my thought processes, however.

Hippo anuses… gunshot wounds… dad…

I don’t know if it was working, because mom was relentless, and I’d never felt anything quite this amazing in my entire life. Certainly no blowjob had ever come close. Pretty sure I was gonna turn myself inside out when I finally surrendered. If only-

“Baby?”

My eyes flicked open and I looked down at mom. She had stopped blowing me but was still using her hand to massage my cock rhythmically, keeping me at full mast. Her face indicated perhaps concern. “Are you okay?”

I hardly knew how to speak, but I answered her. “I… I guess… you’re just killin’ me, it feels so good.”

“But I’ve been sucking on your dick for about ten minutes now,” she said, also rather confused. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

My turn to look confused. “Wh- what? How long?”

“Ten minutes,” mom confirmed.

Holy shit, it barely felt like thirty seconds! She had me so delirious that I lost track of time!

“Mom,” I breathed, my whole body trembling. I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked down there, holding my cock in her hand and massaging me, her soft, lovely body touching mine. “I… I had no idea. But you dared me to not cum, so I was doing my best to… not…”

Now mom seemed rather stunned, and then the concern returned. “But baby, I want your cum.”

“You dared me,” I said, my mind whirling. No matter what she thought, I was so close.

Mom nodded. “Then I call off the dare, baby. You’ve won it. Now please let mommy make you cum.”

What felt like a sense of relief crashed over me as I realized I didn’t have to resist her exquisite torture anymore. I was free to succumb to it. I simply nodded.

The glint returned to her eye, a twinkle of excitement. She gave me a grin. “Cum soon, baby, as soon as you can, and as hard as you can. Give me everything, you’ve earned it.”

She almost dived back onto my cock, plunging her mouth down and deep-throating me instantly. I shook and groaned loudly, writhing as I let her take over and didn’t resist. It felt like mom was gonna suck my fillings out through my dick, I swear. Her humming and moaning had an eager quality, like she could hardly wait for her reward. Her renewed vigour was astonishing. And now that I wasn’t trying to hold off, I was only seconds away.

My trembling hips became bucking, and mom held on while I pumped against her face. I’m sure the noises I was making would be embarrassing when I heard them on the video later, but I was just about incoherent at this point. My hands gripped mom’s hair again, squeezing as I shook like I was having a seizure.

“Mom…” I grunted, although it sounded like a whimper to me.

Mom jammed her mouth down again as I began cumming, what felt like a fucking torrent of my cream erupting in her mouth, a geyser than barreled down her welcoming throat. The wet, warm eagerness she showed, her hand massaging and squeezing me so expertly, it sent reality hurtling away, and my world was spinning.

I collapsed back into the chesterfield, breathing heavily, my skin covered in sweat. Bliss rippled through my system, and my heart was pounding. I don’t think I’d ever cum that hard before.

Mom was still sucking, slowly and much more gently, her thumb squeezing up along that vein on the bottom of my cock as she teased the last of my cum out of me. She hummed and purred, her eyes closed as she enjoyed her reward for her magnificent efforts.

And once she was done, her mouth popped off of me and she surged backward, giving out an elated cry. My eyes widened as I watched her. Mom almost flopped down on her back on the thick rug, squealing in delight, her knees bent and her little feet kicking.

“YES!” she crowed. “Best blowjob EVER! Best jizz shot EVER! OHHHHH!”

“You okay, mom?” I asked. Had I broken her?

“Yes!” she said excitedly, surging up to kneel in front of me again. Her eyes were absolutely dancing. “That was, quite simply, the most amazing beej I’ve ever given, Aaron, and nobody has ever cum that hard before! That made my day! My week! My year! Oh, baby!”

I grunted and exhaled as mom threw herself against me in an enthusiastic hug, still squealing like a schoolgirl. More dazed than anything, I tiredly put my arms around her waist and just let her lie on top of me, laughing gaily. Not like I could do much of anything else at the moment. Mom wasn’t lying, though, that had been one of the great blowjobs of all time, I’m certain.

“Mmmmmm,” she murmured, pressing her lips to mine and kissing me happily.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou for letting me do that, honey. God, it’s been so long since I’ve been able to get that into it.”

“I ought be thanking you,” I breathed, still quite dazed. “I mean, you just about sucked my soul out through my dick, I’ve never had one even remotely close to that good before.”

I thought about it for a moment and then looked at her. “And… if I’m honest, probably better than any sex I’ve ever had. Just… wow, mom.”

Mom looked at me for several seconds before climbing up into my lap, leaning in close and hugging me, her warm body pressed to mine.

“Then I guess we’ll have to see about you repaying in kind at some point, baby,” she whispered in my ear so very softly. “But for now, let’s just enjoy this glorious bliss.”

No problem. I wasn’t ready to move anyway, still completely boneless. Mom just rested on top of me, purring and kissing my neck and face, whispering in my ear about what a good boy I was. I wasn’t about to contest it, and couldn’t have anyway. I still couldn’t believe that had happened. My mom, who was apparently the blowjob queen, had given me a blowjob so good that even she was proud of it.

She kissed her way down my body, finally kneeling between my legs again. She took hold of my limp cock, kissing it and caressing it gently. Inwardly, I was feeling disbelief as I watched. Was mom really doing this? Apparently doing things to my manhood was a new level we’d unlocked.

“Mmmm, there’s our little superstar,” she cooed, smiling in bliss and rubbing her cheek against my length. Her eyes were rather glazed, her kisses so very gentle on my shaft. “Good, good boy…”

She looked up at me and smiled dreamily. “Does my boy want me to wake him up like that every morning?”

I rested my head on the back of the chesterfield and closed my eyes. If I let her do that, I’d always be walking around with a dopey grin on my face. Morning blowjobs from mom?

“I’ll never walk straight again,” I sighed finally, making mom giggle before she went back to kissing my cock and slithering the tongue slowly around the head, just enjoying herself. It took me some minutes to come back to my senses, my mom staying between my legs the whole time. When I finally looked down at her, feeling more clear-headed, I just stared, enchanted by the sight of her.

I looked over at the computers, trying to see how the transfer was going. It looked like it was at roughly fifty percent, so we had time to kill yet.

“So, I was thinkin’,” mom said finally, putting her arms on my lap and resting her chin on her arms, looking up at me and finally giving my dick a rest. “We could rearrange downstairs, put a sturdy pole in the middle of the room, and another chesterfield… then mommy can practice her pole-dancing and lap-dancing skills for a willing audience?”

She gave me a quirky smile. “Know anyone who might wanna volunteer?”

I gave her a tired smirk in return. “Pretty sure all my friends would line up readily.”

“Brat!” she laughed, leaning in and giving my thigh a small bite, not far from my cock. It didn’t hurt, of course, since it was obviously a humorous chiding. She clambered back up into my lap and straddled me, her knees on either side of my hips and her arms around my shoulders. Her gooey pussy was pressed up to my sleeping dick.

“I’m sure we can think of someone else,” she purred, moving her hips in slow, rhythmic circles and squirming her womanhood against me. “Someone who is a lovely, attentive son, someone who is a total perv like his mommy, and who deserves all the bestest things from any girl he wants, but especially from her?”

Damned if I didn’t shiver because I felt him thickening and beginning to stir again. Mom’s power over my cock was bewitching. She giggled as she felt him come to life. She gave me a sly smile.

“You used to never want to go to sleep when you were little, you fought it and tried your best to stay awake,” she lilted, still grinding on my cock. “Looks like you passed that trait on to him, hm?”

“Gawd, mom,” I groaned, but only in weariness, not protest. I put my hands on her waist to hold her while she squirmed on me. “Only you could bring him back from the dead after that last performance. I swear, you’re some magical creature.”

“Being magical has never meant more to me,” she said softly, her eyes holding mine. “So are you my pole-dance and lap-dance volunteer, baby?”

I nodded. “I better be, because I sure as Hell don’t want it to be any other guy now, do I?”

Mom giggled and kissed me, still undulating her hips and waking up the beast. He grew and thickened, and before long, she’d given me another damn erection.

“Ah, much better,” she sighed happily. “I like it when he’s awake, gotta admit. If I’m gonna be wet all the time, the least we can do is keep him active, right?”

“People can’t necessarily tell if you’re wet and horny,” I pointed out.

Mom leaned in close, her lips barely touching mine as she spoke. Her pussy now slid up and down the underside of my shaft, from the base all the way to the tip.

“Does this feel like a woman who isn’t horny, young man?” she asked in a whisper. “This woman is always horny, and she loves to fuck, and fuck, and fuck…”

I shivered and pressed my forehead to hers, while mom continued to squirm. She was indeed very slippery and wet. Her fingers were pressing into my neck as she worked her pussy on me.

“Wanna feel mommy cum like this?” she asked in the quietest voice.

I pulled her closer and mom took that as a yes. She pushed in harder, and I could feel her clit bumping against the underside of my cockhead as she moved up and down my length. Mom sighed and started to moan, quietly at first, but then her voice grew louder. Her already warm body grew warmer against me, her skin getting wet with sweat. I wasn’t ready to cum by any means, but holy shit, this felt so good.

Mom was breathing heavily and panting now, a urgency in her squirming, definitely on a mission to cum with what she was doing. She almost seemed to be bouncing on my lap, my dick still flattened against my stomach while she ground on the underside of it.

She was trembling now, her breath ragged gasps, her fingernails starting to set into my skin. My hands slid down and grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing them and pulling her closer, supporting her while she fucked herself against me. Mom groaned as I grabbed her, and ground harder.

“Baby,” she squeaked, arching her spine, her neck craning back and her hair spilling down over my knees. She was shaking as she strained to hold on.

Then she surged in, mashing her mouth against mine and kissing me savagely. She moaned loudly and unashamedly through the kiss while she shuddered in my lap, her pussy bathing my cock and my midsection with her cum. I squeezed her cheeks harder in response, mom wailing into my mouth the whole time.

She sagged against me, trembling and breathing heavily, her body warm and wet with sweat. Her fingers flexed softly, almost feebly, against my neck while she kept herself pressed to me, her anchor to reality in the storm of bliss she was enduring. I could feel her lips pressing to my skin, whispering so very quietly, the words inaudible to me.

When she finally looked up, gazing into my eyes, hers were glazed, and full of what I could only call love.

“Aaron…” she murmured, still lost in my eyes. “I love you so much.”

“Love you too, mom,” I said back, still holding her. “Never doubt it.”

“How could I?” she breathed, burying her face in my shoulder and holding me tight. “Ever.”

She looked back over at the laptops, as if checking the progress of the transfer. “Still about fifteen minutes, right?”

I looked as well. “At this rate, yep.”

She give me a wicked little smirk, her arms still around my shoulders. “Don’t suppose you’d care to show off those oral skills that make all the girls crazy, would you? Let mommy test-drive them for herself?”

I raised an eyebrow. “You sure, mom?”

“I gave you the best blowjob on earth, didn’t I?” she reasoned. “You owe me.”

“Can’t argue with you there,” I breathed, nodding as I considered. “That was better than all the other blowjobs I’ve ever had combined. Uh, okay, where do you want it?”

Mom considered. “Should I just lay back here on the chesterfield and let you work your magic?”

“Mom, quit sayin’ that, in case I come up short,” I laughed. She poked my nose and slid back off my lap. Before I could stand up, she turned away from me, standing close and pulling her ass cheeks apart, exposing her wet pussy and her tiny knot to me.

“Take a look, baby,” she sighed, swaying just slightly, seductively. “Look at what mommy has waiting for you.”

I was mesmerized. I leaned in and my hands took hold of her cheeks, keeping them parted while her hands fell away. She bent forward, looking back at me while cupping her large breasts, her eyes heavily lidded. I stared, my thumbs so close to her slippery entrance. I pulled a little harder, spreading those divine cheeks a little wider, and mom moaned.

I leaned in and kissed right between her pussy and her pucker, that tender ridge of flesh, making her shudder and gasp.

“Aaron…” she whispered, squeezing her breasts harder.

“I guess settle down on the chesterfield, mom, and I’ll kneel,” I suggested. Mom stood up straight and turned, slowly, to face me. She stepped past me to the chesterfield, making sure her mound brushed across my face, while one of her hands grazed across my cheek. She eased herself down onto the cushions, slouching into them almost lazily. She was wearing a wicked little smile while she fondled her breasts.

Slowly, she parted her legs, spreading them until her pussy was shamelessly on display, glistening in the dim light of the room.

“Show me, baby,” she breathed, almost squirming as she fondled herself. “Show me how you get those little sluts to Heaven before the main event.”

I nodded and knelt between her legs, my heart thundering. Was I really about to lick my mom’s pussy until she came? I mean, yes, she’d sucked my cock and made me cum harder than I’d ever cum before from a blowjob or even most sex, but this… this seemed even more unreal to me.

As hard as it was to imagine her wanting to suck my dick and get me off, the idea what she’d want me to do the same to her was even harder to wrap my brain around. My mom, the coolest, sexiest woman I knew. Wanted me.

Wanted me.

I decided to get going and not disappoint her. Her pussy was waiting for me, the lips wet, her clit just visible. My head was almost spinning, but my raging hardon reminded me what I was meant to do, and it wasn’t just stare dumbly.

“I love you, mom,” I said as I moved in closed, bending down and beginning to kiss her exposed womanhood. Any trepidation I was feeling needed to vanish, because mom expected me to make her cum. And since she’d made me come so damn hard just minutes before, I couldn’t exactly hold back, could I?

Mom’s fingers were instantly in my hair as I began kissing her, and I felt her shudder, heard her groan. The scent of her arousal permeated me, making me dizzy again, but I kissed her, finally sliding my tongue out and beginning to tease it along the slit between her lips. Mom shivered and squirmed, her breath hitching and then coming in gasps. Her fingernails scraped along my scalp while those fingers also kneaded my hair, not letting go.

I found her clit and mom moaned shamelessly as I kissed and then flicked my tongue against it. I responded to the pressure of her hands, lapping over the little bud with my tongue, tasting her wetness, her arousal. Was this what mom tasted like? It was incredible. The more urgent her hands felt, the more pressure I used, the more I licked. When they relaxed, I backed up slightly, just letting her bask in the pleasure. It wasn’t like I was in a rush, right?

Mom’s wetness was all over my lower face, at least, initially. But then she was squirming, and before long, my entire face was glistening with her lust. Not that I minded, of course. I was determined to be the best oral orgasm I’d ever given a girl.

No.

A woman.

Mom seized up and gasped loudly as I sucked her clit into my mouth, my fingers now reaching into to play with her pussylips, massaging them gently and spreading them to the sides, giving her those little stretches she apparently loved. I rolled my tongue around her throbbing clit while mom began to writhe. She was trembling and sweating, her knees bending as she wriggled in the cushions.

“Fuck fuck fuck…” she hissed. “Gnnnnn, shit… uhhhhhhnnnn…”

I decided to ramp things up, and slid a finger inside mom’s pussy while I worked over her clit with my tongue. Mom yelped and thrashed, clamping her legs around me for a moment before going back to writhing.

“Mmmp! Mmmmmm…” she said in a muffled voice, and I realized she was sucking on one of her tits as I pleasured her, further adding to her stimulation. There was a desperate whimpering quality in her tone, her inner muscles squeezing around my finger, which was now sliding back and forth, or crooking inside and stroking along the upper wall.

Mom had somehow sidled down lower now, flat on her lower back, her ass almost hanging off the chesterfield, which granted me even easier access to her hot zones. One of my thumbs took over on her clit, touching and moving it around gently, while I leaned slightly lower, pulling the finger out and spearing my tongue inside her. Mom squealed, writhing from side to side, one of her hands gripping my hair as I assaulted her tight tunnel.

Lower down now, I could manage to look up her body, and see what mom was up to. She was back to fondling and sucking on her breasts again, her eyes closed as she nursed hungrily, squeezing and pulling on or twisting the nipple of the tit she wasn’t sucking at. She was squirming around me, her warmth surrounding me, her skin pink with arousal and shining with perspiration. I couldn’t believe how turned on she was, or how turned on by her I was. She was, quite simply, the most erotic thing I had ever seen.

I snaked my tongue around inside her, exploring and pushing as far in as I could get. Mom was clearly loving it, unable to form coherent words, because all the mumbling she was doing sounded like complete gibberish to me by that point. Then again, I wasn’t in the best position to hear her, what with her thighs enclosing me and all the other myriad sex sounds happening.

Tangy. Earthy. Even sweet? I was having trouble describing how mom tasted, but then, my brain was hardly processing solid thought at the moment, was it? I was supposed to be concentrating on giving her the orgasm of a lifetime, and that’s what I would do. I decided to play the final card in my deck, and I shifted around just slightly without mom noticing.

She shook and cried out as I slid my middle finger into her ass.

Mom was almost thrashing as I resumed tongue-fucking her pussy while my wiggled and moved my hand inside her incredibly tight back passage. I would push up with it, and I could feel the tip of the finger against my tongue as it pressed against the thin, sensitive membrane that separated the two tunnels. I massaged and probed, twisting the finger while my tongue was relentless in lapping and tasting her.

“Aaron!” mom called out, her body beginning to shake. I looked up and saw her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth twisted into a sexy snarl as she fought to hold on. I wasn’t going to let her, though, and I pushed my assault on her pleasure centers until she couldn’t take any more.

She grabbed my head, her fingers curling into my hair and pushing down as hard as she could while she pressed up desperately with her hips, virtually planking off the chesterfield. My face was mashed into her crotch, and I couldn’t see anything, but I could almost hear her teeth gritting.

Mom shrieked, thrashing around me, and then my face was getting incredibly wet. Mom was not only cumming, she was squirting. My face, my mouth… her fingernails were straking my scalp, but I barely noticed. I just kept licking, kept fucking her ass with my finger. Nothing would stop me until I’d given her the orgasm that matched the one she gave me.

Mom didn’t sag or fall back into the chesterfield, she collapsed. It felt as if her body were coming apart, like a skeleton collapsing into a pile of bones in old cartoons. I moved with her, still licking, still fingering. I wouldn’t stop until she gave me some indication that it was time. The taste of her pussy, her cum, was all I could think about, coating my mouth and my throat.

Her hands were finally caressing me again, and she seemed to have relaxed. Her fingers were still in my hair, but the touches were gentle, slow, and languid. I began to ease up, replacing my licks with kissing, tiny pecks on her clit while I pushed my thumb gently into her pussy, not depriving her of the sensation entirely, while my middle finger simply stayed still inside her ass.

I looked up and she was smiling down at me, her face radiating what I could only call bliss.

“Come up and let mommy kiss you, baby,” she cooed, eyes shining with love. Feel free to keep those fingers where they are, though…”

I nodded and leaned back before coming up onto the chesterfield, sitting beside mom and nestling into her, both of us positioned so that my fingers were still easily inside her. Mom squished into me, her tits against my chest as she kissed me, deeply, lovingly. I shivered as I felt her hand find my hard cock and wrap around it gently.

“Mmmmmm,” she sighed through our kiss, her eyes closed. Her hand was stroking my shaft, an expression of affection, not an attempt to get me off. “Best… oral… orgasm… ever…”

“For real, mom?” I asked, my fingers still inside her. “It’s okay if it wasn’t-”

“Baby,” she murmured, pecking at my lips while she spoke. “Mommy isn’t lying. You absolutely rocked her world. You gave mommy the best oral orgasm she’s ever had, hands down. Even Tracy didn’t ever match that.”

I shuddered, humbled at the thought. Mom had given me the best beej of my life, so maybe this was fair, but it still stunned me to think a punk kid like me could’ve done that for her. She was goddam sex queen, after all. Who was I in this universe?

Mom started to lie down, and I went with her, the two of us nestling on our sides into each other. I was still fingering mom while she stroked my cock gently, and we shared a loving kiss. Tongues tangled slowly, just letting one another know how loved they were. And boy, did I feel loved.

“Mmmm, can you feel your fingers touching through me, my love?” she asked through the kiss. I paused long enough to feel around, and indeed I managed to press the tips of the two fingers together through her.

Mom jumped and then giggled, shivering and squirming as I tapped the two fingertips together gently.

“You brat,” she giggled through the kiss. “You and Tracy, always gotta push the limits, don’t you?”

“Not sure I’ve found yours yet, mom,” I replied, smirking and kissing her nose. “And the day’s still young.”

“Your finger feels so good in my ass, baby,” she whispered, caressing my cheek with her free hand while the other still stroked my dick gently. “Mommy loves anal and anal play. I always have. Always loved having things in my butt, as far back as I can recall.”

I nodded. “At some point, I’ll have to give you the tenpin.”

Mom raised an eyebrow. “Oh, God, is that the one where I lie on my stomach and then you put your thumb in my ass and two fingers in my cunt, like a bowling ball?”

I nodded and mom dissolved into snicker fits, her entire body jiggling against me so hard that she even had to stop massaging my cock. She kept my fingers in her, but wiggled up until my face was secured between her tits. She squirmed them around, smirking at me.

“You’re such a funny, good, and naughty boy, Aaron,” she sighed, holding me. She smelled like a woman who had cum, and it was Heaven. I could’ve stayed buried in her tits forever. “I can’t tell you how much I love you.”

She put her fingers under my chin and then lifted it so that I was looking up into her soft brown eyes, which were shining. “And I’ve always been in love with you, baby. You’ve always been my everything.”

I smiled. “Is it weird at all if I say it back?”

She shook her head.

“Then I guess I’ve always been in love with you, mom,” I said, my feelings swirling in confusion. How exactly did I mean this? “I guess every boy does, but… who’s ever had a more perfect mom than you?”

We were leaning in to kiss again when there was a ping! sound from my laptop indicating the transfer was finished, and my files were transferred to hers.

And mom broke down giggling at the timing.

“Even the electronics agree with you, Aaron,” she quipped, still laughing. She moved around until my fingers came out of her, and she was getting out of the way. At least I thought she was. She was on all fours sideways and kneeling over me. She had her hands on my thighs while she leaned down and pushed her mouth down my cock, humming in delight as she did it. I shuddered and moaned, my hand closest to her ass fondling it gently and then strumming over her gooey pussy.

Mom finally came up for air and then moved aside while I went to check on the transfers. Sure enough, they were both completed. All of mom’s files were now on my drive, unencrypted, while my files were sitting on hers. I picked up the remote and turned around, pausing as I saw mom knocking back an entire glass of cognac. She exhaled loudly as she finished and looked at me.

“It’s gonna take a lot of liquid courage for me to get through this next part, baby,” she said, filling both our glasses. “And we did say we were gonna get fucked up, right?”

“True dat,” I said, nodding as I came over and got my glass from mom. I followed her example and just knocked it back. We wouldn’t get shit-faced by moderating ourselves, would we?

“So how are we gonna do this?” I asked as I sat down.

Mom considered. “Well, sitting side by side on the couch seems boring and amateurish, the only plus being that it’d be relatively easy to jerk you off while you play with my pussy. But it’s way more intimate for you to spoon behind me, isn’t it? And we can still talk about what we’re watching.”

“I like it,” I agreed, letting mom move out of the way while I lay against the back of the chesterfield on my side, facing out. Mom giggled when she saw Aaron Jr pointing ahead of me, but then got down and snuggled in close, facing out from me. My cock was once again speared between her thighs and poking out from between them. She reached down and caressed the visible head softly for a moment before smiling back at me.

“Truth or dare, my love?” she asked while my hand came around underneath to rest on one of her breasts, cupping it.

“Dare,” I said simply.

“Okay,” she replied, nodding. “I dare you to show me your naughtiest video.”

“Okie-dokes,” I mused, thinking about it. “How about…”

I used the universal remote, which was now synced up with my laptop, to find my folder of homemade porn, and started sifting though the folder choices.

“Not many folders,” mom observed, her hand on top of mind while it caressed her breast gently.

“I’m probably just lazy about categorizing,” I said with a shrug. “I’m pretty sure you have sub-folders within sub-folders within folders, everything OCD categorized.”

“It’s true,” mom snickered. “By date and type of sex act. Tracy has her own folder, for instance, but it’s cross-indexed with the Lesbian folder. Oooh, you have a solo folder?”

I almost blushed. “I have a few videos of me jerking off. I don’t really watch them, but some of my girlfriends like receiving them on occasion.”

“Show me one before you get to the naughtiest video,” mom said rather eagerly, reaching down to fondle my cock to make her point. “Show me my little boy in action.”

Here we go… I thought as I clicked on one of the MP4s in the Solo folder.

Mom watched intently, while I watched mom. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates. I was resolutely not looking, but I could hear myself panting and moaning.

“I don’t even remember those sheets, Aaron,” she breathed, watching rapt before turning her head enough to smirk at me. “How the Hell old were you?”

Her attention was drawn back to the screen by a loud groan. “Oooh, money shot!” she laughed, squeezing my dick between her legs. “He’s been a big boy for a while now, hasn’t he?”

“Mom, it’s just the two of us and you’re still somehow embarrassing me,” I sighed, thankful that the video was over. “Y’ready for my naughtiest moment?”

Mom nodded, looking at the screen intently. I found the video in a folder and hit ‘Play’.

“Oohhhhhhhhhh, niiiiiiiiice,” mom said quietly as she watched me going at it with two girls. “When was this?”

“Just before end of fall semester,” I replied, watching. One of the girls was sitting on my face, facing down my body, while the other was impaled on my cock, moaning lustily and bouncing up and down. They were leaning in and kissing one another hungrily, fondling each other’s tits. “Recognize them?”

“Uhhhh, the one girl spiked on your dick is named Lori, but I can’t place the other one,” she said, squinting at the screen. “She’s Asian, though.”

“Yeah, that’s Anna,” I confirmed, nodding. “Watch this now.”

Mom watched intently as Lori turned herself around and now leaned backward so that she was supporting herself on her hands and her feet, while Anna had removed herself from my face and crawled down to take hold of my cock. She sucked on it for several seconds before she held it steady and then Lori moaned loudly as she sank down, taking me in her ass.

“Brave girl,” mom said, squirming as she watched. Anna was licking at Lori’s pussy as the redhead went up and down on me, her ass on display and distended by my tool. “Lookit her go.”

“Yeah, Lori was a real butt slut, always had been,” I agreed. “She hated Gina, so any chance she got to stick it to her was a win. I didn’t mind too much, especially if Anna was along for the ride, so to speak.”

Mom was glued to the action on the big screen, watching in awe and delight as both Anna and Lori got on all fours, their cute butts in the air. I took turns fucking each of them in the ass, moving back and forth between them several times.

“That’s the anal roulette you were telling me about,” mom said, her voice little more than a whisper, her fingers stroking along my cock slowly, almost absently. “That looks so amazing, baby. Who won?”

“I don’t even remember,” I chuckled. “I don’t think they knew either, look at them making out while I drill them.”

“Slutty girls,” mom snickered. “But so lucky. Is this your naughtiest?”

I shrugged. “Maybe? I think the anal roulette kinda makes it, you know?”

“Maybe show me a few others, see what crops up,” mom suggested. So I did, and it took a few minutes. Since I’d recorded most of the stuff on my phone, none of the clips were super long. A few were several minutes, but most were a minute or two, a few of them hasty, done on the spot.

“Oh, my,” she said quietly as she watched one, then turned her head to look up at me. “Not exactly new to the sex game, are you?”

I shrugged. “Pretty obvious I didn’t know what I was doin’, though.”

She smiled and puckered her lips. I leaned in and kissed her, lovingly. I pressed the ‘Pause’ button since we weren’t paying attention to the screen at the moment, then put the controller down and filled my hands with mom. She turned into me, her front pressed to mine. Our tongues tangled and she gently fondled and stroked my cock while I fondled her pussylips with my fingers.

“Mmmmmm,” she hummed through the kiss. “Reach behind me and grab one of the liquor bottles, baby…”

I don’t even know which one I grabbed, at least until I brought it over. It was Irish cream, and mom took it from me and swigged right from the bottle. She then pressed her mouth to mine, kissing me deeply as she rolled on top of me, passing the Irish cream into my mouth. We passed it back and forth until it was gone, our kisses now tasting like whisky and cream. We’d forgotten the TV for now, groping one another as we made out.

Mom shivered as the head of my cock touched her pussylips.

We were both breathing heavily when she broke the kiss, looking down into my eyes, her face flushed. “You ready to see mommy act like a depraved slut, baby?” she asked, her voice trembling.

I smiled rather evilly. “I dare you to show me what you looked like when you’re being a depraved slut, mom.”

I guess this bolstered her somehow, with the framework of our Truth or Dare game, but she nodded and then settled down in front of me again, my cock camped between her thighs and resting under her sopping pussy. Mom had seen how to use the controller on the laptops and now was operating it. She opened her folder on my laptop and began scrolling through it. She highlighted one folder and seemed to pause, hesitant.

I looked at the folder. It was titled ‘BAD’.

“There it is, baby,” she breathed. “All my sluttiest and most depraved moments are in there.”

“Open it and hit play, mom,” I said, nodding and then holding her close.

Mom swallowed but then reached forward and hit the Play button. The video player program would simply cycle through them in order, whatever mom had done to them.

I watched, dumbfounded, as the screen showed mom’s hips and pussy, scissored with a pair of hips and a pussy that looked pretty much exactly the same. The panting that was happening matched the action on the screen, the two smooth cunts mashing and grinding. Mom and Aunt Tracy were whispering and grunting obscene things to one another.

“We didn’t have cellphones,” mom said, her voice seeming distant. I watched, rapt, as they ground their pussies together, holding one another by the wrists and tugging, bringing them closer together.

Which brought up a question.

“Mom, who’s filming?” I asked curiously.

“To be honest, honey, I don’t even remember,” mom murmured, her eyes glued to the screen. We watched as she and Aunt Tracy sort of sat up, leaning back on their hands and then began to not grind, but pull back and then slam their hips together, pussies hitting one another with increasing force. They both gasped and whimpered as they duelled, seeing who could last the longest.

“We loved one another, but cunt-busting was kind of a competition for us,” mom said quietly. “We’d bash ’em together, see who gave first. The person who won had the bragging rights, but we always cared for one another and kissed each other’s boo-boos better afterward. Sometimes, we even just hugged close, crying and apologizing for hurting each other.”

“Pussies are a lot tougher than dicks,” I admitted, still watching them ram their crotches together. Mom seemed to win the round we were playing, because Tracy finally gave in. “Anybody did that to me, I’d fuckin’ die, they’d break my dick.”

Mom giggled. “I never did understand the whole ‘grow some balls’ statement. Balls are soft and weak. It should be ‘grow a vagina’, because these things can take a pounding.”

I laughed and reach down to cup mom’s pussy, giving it a squeeze. Mom shivered and giggled, squirming back against me. I brought my hand back up to her tits and we continued watching.

Mom’s amateur orgy video showed up, and she wasn’t kidding, it was next to impossible to tell it was her. If I hadn’t become so intimately familiar with her body recently, I never would have guessed, really. She was wearing a radioactive pink wig, and some baroque-style half mask that concealed her upper face and parts of her cheeks.

The other reason it was hard to recognize here was all the movement and writhing going on. Mom was gasping and moaning shamelessly (something I also could now recognize), probably because she was getting railed by three guys at once. Sure enough, as she’d told me the day before, she was lying on top of some dude, her legs pulled wide. He was pushing in and out of her ass from beneath, while another guy was kneeling and sawing back and forth, his cock deep in her pussy. Mom’s mouth was latched onto another dude, and she was sucking the dick like it was the last thing she’d ever have in her mouth. Her moans were almost feverish in their need.

“Holy shit, mom,” I breathed quietly, stunned by what I was being allowed to witness.

“I know,” she almost croaked, her skin red with embarrassment. “Horrible, right?”

“Are you kidding?” I almost blurted. “You’re a fucking sex machine, mom, a goddess! Three guys, all at once? And you’re not slowing down or being dominated.”

The guy in her ass moaned and pushed up, shuddering, and he was clearly cumming inside her. Seconds later, the lucky bastard in her pussy busted, filling her with cream. Mom was gently tugging on the sac of the guy in her mouth, and he popped seconds later, almost whimpering as he nutted, mom swallowing it greedily.

“Dayum,” I said, glued to the screen. “Lucky bastards…”

“I can’t believe you’re seeing me like that,” mom moaned, putting her face in her hand. I reached up and pushed my hand inside hers and then took her gently by the chin. Mom didn’t resist all that much when I tilted her face up to look at the screen.

“You just dominated three guys, mom,” I said firmly. “You made them all cum within seconds of one another. How many women can do that?”

She smiled back at me wanly. “Not disgusting?”

“Mom, if I get off three girls, I’m a god. Guys who don’t like that you can do that are insecure boys who will never deserve a woman like you. Ever. You’re amazing, and I’m in awe.”

“I’m so lucky to have you for a son,” she sighed before going back to watching. There was more churning around, and soon mom was straddling a girl and grinding on her while she sucked the cum off the guy who had just fucked her. Mom never showed signs of slowing up, just taking all the pleasure she could get, wearing it like a crown.

The video ended and mom seemed really tense. Whatever was coming up had her nervous.

“This is it, baby,” she said, her voice an anxious whisper. “This is where you decide you mom went too far and you turn away from me.”

I didn’t bother placating her with little assurances or anything. I just let the statement hang. I wasn’t torturing her, I simply decided that my words after this video were what counted, not anything I said before. I’d let her ride it out and then tell her what I thought.

I know mom had told me what the video was, but it was still stunning to see mom actually doing it. I watched silently, hoping she couldn’t see my eyes widening in what basically amounted to shock. It wasn’t a very long video, only a few minutes, but by the end, mom was a trembling wreck in my arms.

“Mom?” I asked. With shaking hands, she paused the video. She looked back at me, her eyes wet with fear.

“Yes, baby?”

I smiled. “Play it again.”

Her eyes almost spiralled in her head and she restrained a sob before smiling and nodding. I held her tight and then let her play it again. I let her feel my hands roving all over her body now, caressing her and appreciating her. Mom seemed to be trembling in relief as we watched this scandalous video. I leaned in and whispered to her, making her giggle. I even started making little sound effects, and mom almost peed laughing.

“Stoppit!” she gasped, her body shaking as she laughed. She finally moved on to the next video, and it was her in a high school outfit, getting it on with a young man. They’d stripped one another and were making out before getting into a trembling sixty-nine.

“There’s something we haven’t tried yet,” she mused, before looking at me. “I dare you to sixty-nine with me, Aaron.”

“Y’don’t need to dare me twice,” I said, grinning. Mom put this video on a loop, and then she was clambering on top of me, facing down my body as I laid on my back. She snuggled in right quick and wasted no time getting acquainted with Aaron Jr again. Her gooey, messy pussy was in my face, just hovering over my lips. The heady aroma of her arousal made my crazy, and my cock throbbed in need.

Mom took hold of my erection and began stroking slowly and gently, humming happily to herself as she just observed me. Eager as I was to prove that making her cum hard had not been a fluke, she didn’t seem to be in any rush, so I would match her pace. She was settled down enough that kissing her pussy was easy. My lips touched her clit and she squeaked and then giggled, looking back at me and wiggling her mushy netherlips against my mouth.

I kissed and licked gently, paying attention to the entire apparatus. Long, slow licks of my tongue, from her clit to her fourchette, my fingers caressing her raphe and even her little knot. Mom cooed and sighed as she kissed and stroked my dick. Her mouth enveloped the head, tongue swirling around lovingly. Once I was good and wet, she pushed her mouth down a little farther, then began bobbing slowly.

Concentrating on pleasuring mom would help me keep from busting too early, because what she was doing felt incredibly good. Mom was a Jedi at this, clearly, and had been for a long time. I would do my best to make sure that she felt as good as she was making me feel, to give her another mind-blowing orgasm. If she didn’t deserve them, nobody did.

“Mmmmmmmm…” mom said as she pushed her way down my length, getting close to deep-throating me. I groaned in response and then pushed my tongue through her lips and into her pussy. Mom shuddered around me, but kept going on her own task. I felt her mouth going up and down on me, my shaft throbbing in her grip. I couldn’t remember feeling anything so amazing.

Was it because it was my mom?

I went slow, just enjoying myself and letting her enjoy herself. Mom shuddered and let out a gasp as I began using my tongue to form letters and spell words inside her, a little trick I’d picked up. She looked back at me again, smirking and then smiling warmly as she felt what I was doing.

“I love you too, baby,” she said softly before going back to work on me. I guess mom knew that trick too. Made sense, it wasn’t like my generation invented the damn move, right? Or hers, for that matter. I just felt bad for anyone who had to try and use Chinese characters to do this.

I should learn Morse code, I thought. Long licks, short licks… see if mom could figure that out.

It felt like she was settling down onto me a little more, which spread her wider, and if it was intentional, then I had a pretty good idea what she was after. One of my hands moved up and then my middle finger began caressing around her puckered knot. Mom moaned loudly on me and then squirmed against the digit. Yep, that’s what she wanted. And I gave it to her.

Mom’s mouth popped off my cock and she let out a guttural groan, pushing back as the finger slid deep into her ass. She shuddered and clenched around it, pumping my dick with her fist while she adjusted. Even that felt amazing.

“Gnnnnn!” she grunted, panting shamelessly. “Yes, baby, like that… you’re gonna make mommy cum so hard… keep it up…”

She went at my cock again, hungrily. I felt her push down on it all the way to the root, deep-throating me. Then she began bobbing up and down at a steady rhythm, holding my dick at the base. Her other hand was fondling my balls, not distracting me from the pleasure, but enhancing it. Most girls didn’t know what to do with them, but mom clearly did. It made me love her more.

My tongue was slithering around inside her or massaging her clit while my finger probed her ass. She was getting wetter, which was impressive, given how wet she was already. Mom’s mouth left my member and she reached over to grab one of the bottles. She pressed it to her lips and took several stiff swigs before going back to work. I could feel something different on the sensitive skin, and it must have been the alcohol. It was trickling down me, and mom was lapping at it, letting none go to waste.

And that gave me an idea.

I took one of the open bottles, the champagne one, and drained it, still fingering mom’s ass with my other hand. She clearly thought nothing of it, since she’d done the same and we were supposed to be getting fucked up. She just kept at what she was doing, which was giving me an amazing blowjob.

Until she seized up when she felt me insert the opening and then much of the champagne bottle into her pussy.

She pushed up on her hands and her head whipped around to look at me, eyes wide in shock. I smiled back at her casually, pushing the bottle in a little farther, and she grunted, her hands clenching while she lowered her head, squeezing her eyes shut. Her whole body trembled.

“Naughty…” she rasped, still trembling. “I haven’t even shown you that video yet…”

Thankfully, the bottle was a sturdy one, and I didn’t have to worry about her squeezing around it. Almost involuntarily, mom began moving against the bottle taking it in and out of her. I watched in awe as her pussy swallowed much of the neck, her netherlips splitting around it, her clit exposed below. Then she pulled away, the green glass glistening with her wetness.

She finally looked back at me again. “Let’s switch positions…”

She clambered off me for a moment, groaning as the bottle left her pussy, and then I got up as well. Mom hastily got down on the chesterfield and laid out, one leg hanging off the side. She held her arms out to me, a pleading look in her eyes. “Bring that cock here, baby.”

I nodded and then straddled her chest, my manhood in her face again while I knelt over her. Her mouth latched around my dick almost instantly, and then she was bobbing back and forth, moaning like it was the last meal she’d ever eat. Meanwhile, one of her hands found mine, the one holding the bottle, and guided it back and between her legs. She used her fingers to line up the bottle with her opening before spreading her lips apart.

Slowly, gently, I pushed the mouth and the neck of the bottle back inside her. Mom groaned loudly and shamelessly around my cock as the bottle invaded her depths. Gripping the bottle firmly by the base, I began slowly pushing it in and out, fucking my mom with it. She was concentrating on sucking my dick, but I could tell this was really getting to her. Her body was sweating and trembling as she squirmed her hips against the bottle.

It wasn’t long before I was in as bad shape as mom, sweating and desperate to cum. I may have been fucking her with the bottle, but she was just about sucking my teeth out through my dick. Mom no doubt felt it in my body language, pumping my hips against her face and gasping. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, taking her mouth off me long enough to ask a question, even while her hand jerked me.

“You ready to cum, baby?” she asked breathily, her eyes glazed with lust. I nodded my response, trying to hold on. “My good boy’s going to cum for mommy?”

“Yes,” I gasped, beginning to strain, the warm tingling starting to creep along my nerves. “Mom, lemme cum on your tits, please… I wanna cum on your tits…”

Mom nodded hastily, eagerly, and released my cock before pushing her breasts up and together, awaiting me. I grabbed my hand, jerking furiously, remembering to push the bottle inside mom. She mewled loudly, bucking her hips. I strained and groaned, feeling the cum rush up my dick before plastering itself all over mom’s large, gorgeous tits.

She keened and began cumming, writhing beneath me as I pinned her body with mine. I was still spurting cum on her breasts, glazing them and even nailing her collarbone.

We were both panting, our chests heaving as we got past the climaxes and started to cum down. I gently withdrew the bottle from mom’s pussy, looking backward and thrilling to the sight of her pink, inner lips pulling against the glass, as if not wanting to let go. Mom shuddered and then whimpered as the bottle left her, and then I simply let it drop to the carpet. I almost sagged, I felt so deliciously spent.

I looked down at mom, who was gazing up at me, face flushed and her eyes so very full of love. She took my cock in her hands and then started kissing and licking, cleaning it off. Her other hand was busy as well, the fingers finding all the cum and then sliding it into one location as a pearly, sticky pool. Once she’d released my dick, she began scooping up the cum and then almost shoving it into her mouth, eating it greedily. She hummed contentedly, loving the taste. I just watched, enchanted by the sight of my lovely, sexual, wanton mother showing me her innermost desires.

Once the mess was cleaned from her chest, I got off her and she sat up, rotating her neck and shoulders. I grabbed a bottle of beer and drained it, while mom drank cognac right from the bottle. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at me, grinning. “Sooooooo?”

“Mom, you know there’s no words,” I laughed. “I had to fuck you with a bottle just to try and keep up.”

“Yes, and that was wonderful, I’m glad you did it,” she said, nodding before her held up a finger. “But, having been the recipient of your tongue-fucking skills as well, I feel the need to tell you that I would’ve cum all over your handsome face if you’d kept that up too, you know. Probably would’ve drowned you by squirting.”

She glanced at my dick and smirked. “Still only half-down, hm? Not hard, but swollen.”

“Your fault, mom,” I said, shrugging. “He doesn’t want to miss anything, y’know?”

Mom giggled and then stood up, wobbling slightly. I took her hand and she steadied herself, taking a deep breath. “Okay, I’m good now. Lemme just go get the stickum off my tits here…”

I walked her out to the kitchen and she went to the sink, where she turned on the water and started to lave off her chest, as well as her hands. I moved in close and hugged her, my body pressing to hers. Mom moaned quietly and pressed back into me, letting me feel her warmth. I just held her until she was finished and had dried her hands. Then we walked back into the lounge.

“Mmmm, still so much booze to get through,” she sighed as she sat, picking up a bottle of beer and knocking it back. She put it down and looked at me, taking a deep breath while I stood near her. “But, I…”

“Mom, go on,” I prompted, nodding. “Whatever you need to say, do it.”

She seemed hesitant. “I’m buzzed, Aaron, but still sober. I’m not clouded by alcohol, and I’m wondering if I need to stop for a bit.”

“Why?”

Her gaze was a serious one. “Because… baby, there’s really only one dare I’ve got left for you at this point.”

I knew what she meant, and it had been on my mind for virtually two days. Still, it chilled me with the realization. We’d reached this moment.

“I wouldn’t want you to think you’d taken advantage of me when I was drunk and vulnerable,” she added, and the thought was a troubling one, even now.

“And I…” she said, faltering before smiling up at me somewhat weakly. “I just want you to know, there’s no penalty for welching on this one.”

I closed my eyes. I had a decision to make. But whatever my choice, I wasn’t going to hurt mom. She was my everything, after all, and I loved her. She’d given me life, she’d fed me, she’d raised me, she’d taught me to be my best self, and my own person.

And here she was, naked and worried, my cum so very recently on her, her pussy fucked by a bottle I had put in her and made her orgasm with. We’d been drinking and drinking, and daring one another to do things, and it had come to a head. Here.

“Mom,” I said, kneeling in front of her and taking her hands in mine, looking into her lovely brown eyes. I couldn’t help but smile. “I’d have to want to welch, and I’m in no danger of that. I was terrified of daring you, but I would let you welch penalty-free, y’know.”

Mom pressed her forehead to mine, her eyes closed. “It can’t be undone, baby. Once it’s happened, it’s…”

“The greatest moment of my life, I know,” I quipped, nodding. “Mom, I can survive not fucking you, but I’d rather live my best life by fucking you.”

She finally smiled. “I want you to fuck me too, Aaron. And I want to fuck you…”

Then she frowned a little. “But that’s not what I am to you, right? Just a fuck?”

“Is that what I’d be to you?” I teased, sliding my hand between mom’s legs and pressing a finger on her clit, making her squeak and jump.

“Maybe I don’t want you to fuck me,” she sniffed. “Maybe I don’t want to fuck you. Maybe I want to make love and be made love to.”

“Mom, I’ve seen your most private videos now,” I laughed, making her blush. “You love to fuck. You said that during your lap dance. But every time I fuck you, mom, I’m also making love to you. Because you have to love a person to make love to them.”

I took her hands in mine. “And I love you so much, mom.”

“I love you too, Aaron,” she said quietly, her eyes shining. “I always have.”

We kissed. It was love. Deep and unending, and promising us both so much more. We’d decided we were going to take that final step and become one. To fuck, to make love. We both trembled at the realization. Going back on it now didn’t seem possible. Not to me, and I doubted to her.

The kiss deepened, and we held one another tight, tongues tangled. Mom sidled forward enough that her pussy squashed against my cock. Soon, we would be closer still, with me deep inside her. We’d be fucking. We’d be making love.

She ended the kiss and looked at me. “Where, baby?”

I hardly knew what to think. Where on earth was the perfect place to make love to my mom for the first time? Here in the lounge, where we’d confessed to so much? In the jacuzzi? Did I fuck her in her bed, or in her shower?

On the dining room table?

Mom smiled, seeing my dilemma and sharing it. “I’m having a hard time deciding where, too. But I guess at the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter, does it. What’s important to me is that I’m making love to my little boy, my wonderful Aaron…”

Maybe the where was predicated on the ‘how’, actually. Were we going to make love? Were we going to fuck like animals?

“Well, why settle for one location?” I said finally.

Mom blinked. “You mean, do it a bunch of places? I guess eventually, yes, but I’m not sure I get what you’re driving at.”

“You love me, right mom?” I asked. She nodded. “And I love you. And we’ve both admitted, that, well… we’re in love, right?”

“I’ve always been in love with you, baby,” she confirmed. “Not in the grand romance for the ages way, necessarily, but I’m so very in love with my little boy as a mommy.”

“Let’s be in love this time,” I said, forming the idea in my head as I spoke. “The laughing, the breathless kissing, the rushing around the house to do it in one more place, babbling all the while about how much we love one another.”

“That sounds amazing, Aaron,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “We don’t stop fucking and making love until we’ve defiled just about every spot in the house. Can you go that long?”

“I’ll do my damnedest, mom,” I said readily, nodding. She seemed to be getting more excited with each passing moment, and I admit, I was too. My cock was already swelling at the thought of finally being inside her.

“One thing, though,” she added, pausing and thinking.

“What’s that?”

“It’ll be our first time,” mom pointed out. “We’ve got to record this as much as possible. I mean, we’ve recorded us peeing together, you cock-slapping me, me sucking your dick, you eating my pussy, masturbation… this is our crowning moment, baby. I want to remember it forever, to have it forever.”

“Actually, yeah,” I agreed, nodding. “Well, we’ve got two phones, there’s the waterproof camera you keep out with the jacuzzi…”

“And I have a very nice video camera I keep for naughty occasions,” mom admitted, smiling and blushing. “I’ll probably need to put in a fresh memory card, though, the other one’s pretty full, I was lazy and didn’t transfer stuff over to my laptop yet.”

“This is a great idea, mom,” I laughed. “So we’re gonna act like two crazy teenagers, having sex all over the house.”

She nodded, eagerly I might add. “That way, we can get lovemaking and crazy sex done in one shot. Our first time. Let’s do it!”

Mom picked up a bottle of red wine and gorfed about half of it before putting it down on the table. “Let’s go, big boy, get that mighty dick up!”

It may have sounded like the onus was on me to do this, but mom had other ideas, clearly, because she dropped to her knees and slid my cock into her mouth, sucking on it willfully. It didn’t take long at all before I had a raging hardon, and she laughed and swept up her phone.

“Get yours and let’s go!” she called, dashing out of the room. “We’re starting upstairs, but I need the waterproof cam!”

I picked up the bottle she’d drunk from and drained the other half. We were gonna be so messed up later. I just hoped that I managed to fuck her as much as she needed before I was too drunk to perform. My first time with mom, I didn’t need to be pushing rope. I’d hurried outside and retrieved the camera and found mom waiting at the bottom of the stairs for me, almost bouncing in excitement.

“Y’ready, baby?” she asked eagerly, her brown eyes flashing. I nodded and she laughed gaily as she began to hurry up the stairs. I grabbed one of her ass cheeks as she ran in front of me and she squealed before giggling as she began running. I caught up to her at the top of the stairs, spun her and pinned her to the wall with my body, my raging erection pressed up against her sticky pussy. She was breathing heavily, her eyes wild with delight.

“Gonna fuck me, baby?” she panted, squirming against me shamelessly and making me crazy. “Is that big fucking cock of yours going up inside mommy’s cunt?”

“It is,” I said readily, doing my own squirming against her, both of us going nuts in anticipation because we knew we were going to fuck. To make love. To go at it, no holds barred until we’d thoroughly pleasured one another. “I’m gonna fuck you until you’re screaming, mom.”

“Yeah?” she gasped, feeling the head of my cock between her pussylips, sliding up and down. “You gonna put it in me right here? Just shove it up inside me?”

I almost wildly did, determined to plunge deep inside her, but mom was suddenly off like a bullet, dashing down the hallway toward her room.

“Only if you catch me, little boy!” she called out, laughing.

I muttered and ran after her, my hardon swinging wildly in front of me. By the time I turned into her room, mom was already setting up and bracing her cellphone, hitting ‘Record’. She looked at me now, her expression one of sheer excitement.

“The other cameras!” she practically gasped from the other side of the room, the bed between us. She was already getting her special lube, not that we really needed it. But we would be using it. “Get them ready, Aaron! We need this recorded! Keep your phone handy for close-ups!”

I already had the stand for the waterproof camera with me and set the apparatus up quickly, making sure it was pointed at the bed and started recording. Mom had found her fancy new video camera and was doing the same thing. I could feel my heart pounding, almost throbbing in time with my cock. I swear, my entire body was almost aching in need. I don’t recall ever being this excited.