A Little Mistaken Identity

Literotic asexstories – A Little Mistaken Identity by DevlinMea,DevlinMea June after his high school graduation was definitely turning into Vince’s favorite month ever. He had a lot of time on his hands, few responsibilities, and with the nice weather he could spend all day at the pool. That was one of his favorite pastimes… looking at all the beautiful women dressed in practically nothing. His hormones were really raging and he didn’t even have a girlfriend.

His dad was at work today, so he and his mom, Emmanuelle, were in the house alone. His mom… now there was a woman he enjoyed looking at. She’d been married to his dad for 20 years or so and she still was really hot. Her body was so perfect… womanly, with shapely breasts, and a tight ass… and she worked out all the time. Today she was wearing a tight, spandex, striped tank top and tight shorts as she cleaned around the house. She never overtly dressed slutty… but she definitely dressed to attract attention. Her curves and shape were very much on display today… and most every day.

He made sure he kept an eye on her whenever he could. At the moment, he was considering what he wanted to do for the day and was just sitting in the living room looking over his social media. His mom was in the kitchen, cleaning something or other… he didn’t care what. All he cared about was seeing her move about, bending over to pick something up… whatever. He appreciated anything she did where he could get a good look at her without her noticing.

Days like today gave him an ever-present erection.

He was lost reading a message from one of his friends when, out of the blue, the doorbell rang, followed quickly by an urgent knocking at the door. His mom walked out of the kitchen drying her hands with a dish towel. She looked at him, wondering who it was and what it could be about.

Emmanuelle opened the door and was surprised by the explosive entrance of another woman, who grabbed her throat, pushed her against the wall, and kicked the door closed behind her. She held a large knife up so that Emmanuelle got a good look at it.

“What are you…?” Emmanuelle tried to ask as the woman’s hand closed on her throat. “Who…?” Emmanuelle grabbed the woman’s arm but wasn’t strong enough to release her grip.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” the woman spat angrily. She slid the side of the knife against Emmanuelle’s cheek, making sure she saw just how deadly the woman could be. “You’re older than I expected for a slut. But as long as someone is willing to fuck you, what do you care? Am I right?”

“I… what are you talking about?” Emmanuelle asked, scared.

The woman smiled, an evil, cold smile. “You’re fucking my husband, bitch, that’s what I’m talking about,” she said.

Emmanuelle was dumbstruck. She had no idea what the woman was saying… she never cheated on her husband. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please,” the woman said, squeezing her hand around Emmanuelle’s neck even tighter. “Don’t try to lie or talk your way out of this, slut. I know the truth. I’ve known for a while. I just wanted a little more evidence to be absolutely sure.” The woman looked down Emmanuelle’s body, appreciatively, and licked her lips slowly.

“And you know,” she said, sliding the back of the knife over Emmanuelle’s breast and nipple, “I’m not mad. I’m not even upset. What I feel is disrespected. I know my husband’s a dog. He’s always been that way. I’m just wondering what it is about an old slut like you that’s keeping him entertained. And if he’s going to fuck around, then damnit I’m going to get my share, too.” She moved her face very close to Emmanuelle’s until they were practically nose to nose. “And you’re just the piece of ass I need.”

She looked down Emmanuelle’s body, tracing the knife tip down with her gaze. “Damn… this outfit looks nice on you. It squeezes in those big tits and ass just right, doesn’t it? I mean, look at that cleavage.” She slid the knife inside the neckline of Emmanuelle’s tank top, sliding the blade through the thin material like butter right between her breasts. “Better hold still. I wouldn’t want to slip now. Let’s get these off. Can’t be a slut if you’re wearing clothes.” The knife was extremely sharp, cutting through the material of her tank top and bra easily until they fell to the floor, completely exposing Emmanuelle’s upper body. Then she slid it into the waist band of her shorts and sliced them, too, making them fall until Emmanuelle was only wearing her panties.

The woman still held Emmanuelle against the wall by her throat as she inspected her handiwork and the naked woman she controlled. “Ooh… nice slutty panties… my husband buy them for you?” Emmanuelle always wore G-strings with a little bit of material covering her pussy. The woman grabbed the lacy material and pulled it up, pulling the material against Emmanuelle’s clit, and moved it around until it slid perfectly between her labia.

Emmanuelle let out a whimper as she felt the pleasurable pressure against her clit. Then, with a quick flick, her panties were sliced off, too, falling to the floor.

“Let’s see what we have down here,” the woman said, sliding her hand over Emmanuelle’s stomach and palming her crotch. “Figures… shaved.” Her fingertips teased along her wetness, sliding just inside her wet folds. She smiled at Emmanuelle when she felt how excited she was. “Only a slut like you would enjoy this. Don’t get your hopes up, bitch. This will not be over quickly. I… am not my husband… the great one pump chump. Understand?”

Emmanuelle closed her eyes as the woman’s fingers forced their way between her legs and penetrated her, one finger sliding deep inside. “Yes,” she groaned, answering the question.

“We’re going to have a good time together. I’m going to play until I don’t want to play any more.” The woman laughed, sending chills down Emmanuelle’s spine. “God! Such a wet pussy. Are you always this wet? I bet you’re always waiting for the next cock to come along. You just can’t wait for it.” She pushed a second and then third finger into Emmanuelle wetness, thrusting as deep as she could. “Three fingers? Really? You’re so fucking loose! How many cocks have you fucked? I bet I could get my whole hand up there.”

The woman slid her fingers in and out, teasing Emmanuelle’s pussy so perfectly that Emmanuelle didn’t know if she wanted the woman to stop or not. She couldn’t believe how her body was reacting to this.

“I bet you love pussy, too, don’t you?” she asked. She used one hand to unfasten her shorts and push them down her legs as she used her other arm to hold Emmanuelle in place. Then she stood back a step. “Now… what you’re going to do… is get down on your knees… and eat my pussy. Right now,” she said, pointing her finger down.

“But this is a mistake,” Emmanuelle protested. She was so scared and confused. This woman was so wrong! She never cheated with her husband, or anyone’s husband for that matter.

“Don’t make me say it twice,” the woman said, turning the knife in front of Emmanuelle’s face menacingly.

Emmanuelle slowly slid to the floor until she was on her knees, looking down, dejected, her spirit broken… her body, though, was aroused.

“Look at me,” the woman said as she moved closer again, forcing Emmanuelle to look up at her. “Open your mouth… stick out your tongue.” Emmanuelle did as ordered and the woman pushed her hips into her face. “Mmm… good girl. You better lick it. And you better fucking make me cum.” The woman moved her hips a little, encouraging Emmanuelle to lick her clit just as she needed. “Show me what a good little slut you are. Aw, that’s it. Eat that fucking pussy. Oh yeah… just what I thought… you’re good at that. Yeah… just like that. You’ve done this before, huh? Oh, I know you have, because you’re a fucking slut. And sluts do everything.”

Emmanuelle closed her eyes, trying to think of something else, trying to figure out a way out of this situation. She’d never been with a woman before, so this was all new to her. But she couldn’t believe… that it made her feel… good.

“Look at me… look at me,” the woman said, forcing her to open her eyes again. “Mmhmm… lick that pussy good,” she moaned. “You love that taste, don’t you? You love the taste of pussy.” Emmanuelle didn’t say anything, just kept her tongue moving a little, hoping it would be enough. “Tell me you love my pussy!” the woman said loudly.

“I… I love your pussy,” Emmanuelle whispered robotically. She wanted to it be a lie. But… she couldn’t help but feel that this was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced.

The woman smiled and shook her head. “God, you’re just a little fuck toy aren’t you?”

“Mom? What’s going on?” Vince said loudly as he entered the hallway. His mom had been gone for longer than he expected and he wondered if something was wrong. Good thing, too, he thought, seeing the woman standing, holding a large knife on his mom while she knelt on the floor, her face in the woman’s crotch. “What the hell? Get away from her!” he yelled moving forward to defend Emmanuelle.

The woman put the knife on Emmanuelle’s head, threateningly. “One step closer and I’m going to make a big hole in her,” she said.

“Listen to her, honey,” Emmanuelle said urgently, looking at him. She was so scared of getting cut. “Just… just do what she says. It’ll be ok. It’s just a… misunderstanding.”

Vince stopped several steps away from them, his hands on his head as he looked at them helplessly. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His mom was on her knees, completely naked. Her tits were better than he’d even imagined and they were right there.

“Wow! Now this is interesting,” the woman laughed. “Maybe this is why you’re so wet. Were you fucking him?” the woman asked.

“No! He’s my son!” Emmanuelle said, surprised that the woman would even think of such a thing.

“You’re fucking your son?” she laughed. “You are such a slut!”

Emmanuelle huffed and looked down. This woman was horrible. Suddenly the woman grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled up to make her stand.

“Back into the living room,” she said as Emmanuelle rose to her feet. Vince didn’t move, though. “Now!” she yelled. Making him jerk alert.

They moved down the hallway, Vince in the lead, backing up slowly, the woman pulling Emmanuelle by her hair, holding the knife at her throat.

“You… sit right there,” she said, pointing to the recliner. She pulled Emmanuelle to the other side of the sitting area, towards the couch. “We’ll get all nice and comfy right here.” The woman sat down, spread her knees, and pulled Emmanuelle to sit on the edge of the couch between them, facing Vince.

The woman set the knife down beside her and wrapped her hands around Emmanuelle, under her arms. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them firmly, pulling Emmanuelle into her. “Wow, your tits are huge! So soft and squeezable. Definitely more than a handful! And your nipples are hard already?” she said, pinching and pulling them. “You must like what I’m doing to you,” she giggled.

“No,” Emmanuelle said softly, denying the fact that her body indeed loved the woman’s demanding touch.

“Yeah right.” The woman looked at Vince and saw the desire in his eyes. He obviously was loving what she was doing to his poor mom. “Don’t you just want to suck on them?” she asked him.

Vince hesitated. “Uh… I, uh…”

“Of course you do. Every boy wants to suck on big titties like these. I’m sure all you have to do is ask, too. Isn’t that right mommy?”

No, that wasn’t right, Emmanuelle thought, but didn’t answer. She looked down, unable to look at Vince. She knew it felt so good, but this was her son. She’d never… encourage anything of the sort.

The woman dropped one hand back to Emmanuelle’s thigh, pulling on it to open her legs wider. Her hand immediately moved to her pussy, quickly finding her clit and making quick circles over it.

“Oh… does that feel good mommy?” she asked Emmanuelle. “Am I making your pussy wet? I think it already was,” she laughed. “You’re a fucking horny slut, you know that?” The woman then slid two fingers into her pussy and began fingering her, her palm slapping her clit with every thrust. Emmanuelle’s juices dripped from her pussy, making sloshing sounds. “Wow… you’re really getting turned on by this.”

“Oh… yes,” Emmanuelle moaned so softly, forgetting where she was and what was happening. Her pussy was humming, the pleasure quickly building.

The woman stopped and slid her fingers out, raising her hand to show her wet fingers to Emmanuelle and Vince. “I bet you’d love to taste that, wouldn’t you?” she asked Vince. “Just imagine what her pretty little pussy tastes like.”

Vince closed his mouth and breathed hard, noticing that he was holding his breath all along. The sight before him made him too excited to even think. He felt his cock pressing uncomfortably against the front of his pants and used a hand to adjust it’s position.

The woman smiled, her eyes twinkling as she looked down at his crotch. “Aw, your little boy is getting a woody,” she said, giggling. “I guess it is kind of naughty of you to tease him like this, huh mommy? You never thought he’d see you so naked and horny, huh, getting your pussy fingered? I bet you wonder what his cock looks like. Let’s find out.” The woman looked at Vince and commanded him. “Take your clothes off.”

“What? My clothes?” he stammered.

“Just… just do what she says, Vince,” Emmanuelle said, on one hand afraid of what the woman would do it she was denied… but on the other hand, in the deep recesses of her perverted mind, she wondered what his cock looked like.

Vince pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, then rose and unfastened his jeans. He pulled each leg free and tossed them with his shirt. He stood wearing only his boxers, his hands in front of his crotch to hide his obvious erection.

“Go on… those too,” the woman demanded, indicating his boxers.

Vince pulled them down and kicked them aside, his hands quickly moving back to hide his cock.

“Now… pull your hands away,” the woman commanded. “This is some mommy and me time. Show mommy what you’ve got.”

Vince was too shy to move. He looked down at the ground and blushed crimson.

“Get your hands out of the way!” the woman demanded loudly. “Stand up… nice and tall.”

Vince, scared, moved his hands away, exposing himself to these two women. And the knowledge that they saw him, that they appreciated what they saw, made him even harder.

“Ooh… that’s a nice cock, isn’t it mommy?” the woman said in Emmanuelle’s ear. “Mmm, I think it’s throbbing. That’s mouthwatering isn’t it.” Both of the women looked at Vince’s stiff cock, but Emmanuelle looked away quickly. She couldn’t believe how just looking at it made her pussy tingle. How could she want her son’s cock like that?

“Stroke it for mommy,” the woman said, returning her fingers to Emmanuelle’s pussy. “Go on! You keep stroking it while mommy watches.” Vince wrapped his hand around his shaft and slid it up and down, slowly. He was so hard… so excited. “But don’t you dare cum,” the woman threatened. “You cum and I’ll make sure you lick it all up before I cut your balls off.”

Vince blushed even more as he stood there, cock in hand, stroking it in front of his mom. He looked away from them, wishing they’d suddenly disappear. Emmanuelle was embarrassed to, and looked down, trying not to look at him.

“You look nervous,” the woman said. “Why are you so nervous? It’s a beautiful thing between mommy and son.”

“No it’s not,” Emmanuelle whispered in protest, making the woman laugh.

“So, this is the way I see it. I get what I want, as you’ve seen. And I figure, son, we can help each other.” Her fingers moved faster in circles around Emmanuelle’s clit, making her moan softly. “I want to punish your mother here… and I know you want to fuck her. We can help each other out. What do you say?”

Vince hesitated. He couldn’t believe an opportunity like this was presenting itself. But… it was being offered by some psycho woman.

“Of course,” she giggled, “it’s either you help me, or I cut off your balls.”

“Wha…? Um… yeah…” Vince stammered, suddenly afraid. He felt his balls jerk at the mention of their removal.

“Oh! Perfect!” she said, smiling.

Vince looked away, nervous again. He stopped stroking his cock and covered himself again in embarrassment.

“Oh please… you think I don’t know you check your mother out? All boys do. Always trying to get a look at her when she’s naked. Look at me!” she commanded and Vince obeyed. He licked his lips wishing he could be somewhere else. “Yeah… I see how you look at her even now. Looking at her… curves. And her big titties.” The woman grabbed and lifted Emmanuelle’s breasts, showing them off to Vince. “I bet you like these big titties… they’re so soft. Bet you never get to see them just like this.”

Vince looked at his mom as the woman put her on display. No… he’d never seen her looking like this. She looked scared, but there was something more. She looked… excited. And seeing the woman touching her so intimately, excited Vince. It reminded him of the porn videos he’d watched again and again.

“Your mommy and I are going to make sure you get the fucking you deserve today. Isn’t that right mommy?” Emmanuelle shook her head and looked down. How could the woman do this to them? “So… I think to start, it’s time you get a taste of mommy’s pussy. What do you think? I promise… once you do… you’re going to be addicted. You’ll want to eat it a lot!”

The woman moved her hand down to Emmanuelle’s thigh again, pulling on it to make sure it was wide open. Then she moved her hand down and, with her fingers, opened Emmanuelle’s pussy for Vince’s viewing pleasure.

“I think it’ll be a really nice arrangement for both of you, because I know she loves to fuck.”

Vince stood there, looking down… looking anywhere but at his mother’s exposed pussy.

“I see how hard your cock is,” the woman giggled. “Don’t try to resist this… it’s not going to work. Every man wants to have a sexy woman in his life. I think it’s time to experience what you’re going to get to enjoy from now on. The rest of your life. Now… get on your knees… come here… and lick her pussy.”

Vince didn’t move. His mouth felt so dry and he blushed a deep crimson.

“Hey!” the woman said loudly, startling him, shaking him up, making him look at her. “Why are you hesitating? Get over here now and lick that pussy. You know I’m going to get my way. I always do. So you might as well just throw your hands up and do it. I know you want to taste it. And I know you want to fuck it. So no more resistance. Get down here now!”

Emmanuelle couldn’t even look at him. “Just… do what she says, baby. It’ll be alright.”

“See, even your mommy wants your cock.”

Vince felt as if he had no choice. He slowly dropped to his knees and began crawling on all fours the few feet forward.

“Mmmm, I like watching you crawl across the floor like that. Did you sniff your way over?” she asked, giggling, as Vince stopped a foot from the couch… and his mom’s pussy. “You like that smell, don’t you? The smell of a wet and ready pussy. Now it’s time for you to have a taste of what you’ve always wanted. Don’t be shy. This is going to be the perfect thing for you. Such a sloppy, slutty pussy.”

Vince moved even closer, his face now just a few inches from his mom’s pussy. Her scent filled his nostrils… a scent that he’d never smelled before. A scent that fueled his desires.

“Yeah… get in there. Everybody else has fucked it, you might as well, too. Look at your mommy’s clit!” she said, using her fingers to expose the little nub to him. “She’s ready to come out and play. Just one little lick… right there…”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to his mom as they met eyes, then moved forward and extended his tongue, touching her pussy for the first time. The tip touched her exposed clit. Emmanuelle shuddered, feeling the warm heat of his mouth against her for the first time.

“Oh… yes,” the woman said happily, cheering him on as he began to lick a little more. “Slow now… work that tongue. Oh… I bet that feels so good, huh mommy? Take your time.”

Emmanuelle let out a little whimper as the pleasure she didn’t want to feel started to overwhelm her. She wished her body didn’t betray her so easily, but this was so… incredibly erotic. Her husband didn’t lick her pussy. He thought it was gross. So this was, in a perverted way, a treat for her. One that she was quickly wanting more of.

“See?” the woman said as both felt Emmanuelle shiver. “She loves it when you lick her like that. Oh… yeah… looks so good… watching your tongue swirling around her clit. I love it! And she does too! Look at that! Just imagine… you’re gonna fuck that pussy in just a few minutes. You’re gonna fuck it so good. And then you’re going to do it again… and again. Any time you want. From now on. You’re gonna be spending a lot of time at home with mommy’s pussy.”

Vince had never licked a pussy before, and was pleasantly surprised he was able to please his mom. This was definitely wrong and perverted, but it was something he’d fantasized about and masturbated to many, many times.

Emmanuelle moaned again as his tongue slid between her labia, sliding inside her pussy for the first time. “Mmm… oh God…”

“Oh… yeah,” the woman encouraged him. “That’s it, stick that tongue up deep inside her pussy.”

“Oh… oh,” Emmanuelle moaned, the pleasure building and building. “Ooh… mmm, yeah.”

“You like the way she tastes don’t you?” the woman said. “I can see it in your eyes. And the more you taste, the more addicted you’re going to be. Don’t stop. Yeah, that’s it… Oh, she likes that. Flick your tongue on her clit.”

“Oh!” Emmanuelle groaned more loudly this time.

“Uh huh… oh yeah… I’m gonna make sure she cums in your mouth before she cums on your cock, so don’t stop.”

Emmanuelle started to move her hips. She was getting close now. She wished she wouldn’t, but this wasn’t anything she could control. Vince had done his job well and she was going to cum.

“Ooh… yeah… right there,” the woman said as Emmanuelle’s body went stiff and her hips lifted up into Vince’s face. She came, moaning loudly, her juices pouring from her pussy all over Vince’s face and mouth.

Vince backed away, licking his lips, loving her taste. He slid the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping it clean.

“Oh, yes!” the woman cheered. “I fucking loved watching the look in your eyes when she came in your mouth. Wow… that was so hot! But now… on to better things, boy!”

Vince looked up at her, not understanding what she wanted next.

“I’m going to make sure you drain your balls into her. You’re going to give her every last drop. Now… stand up. I think it’s time she tasted you.”

As commanded, Vince stood, his cock harder than ever and bobbed in front of him. Both women looked at it.

“Mommy here needs to put her mouth on that amazing cock you have. Mommy? Have you ever told your son how great his cock is?”

Emmanuelle looked away again, knowing that just seeing his cock was exciting her again. And that just wasn’t right. Besides, she really didn’t want to give this woman, this intruder, any more pleasure.

“Well… you really need to do that.” The woman pushed Emmanuelle so that she was moved to her knees, right in front of Vince. Her face was perfectly placed right in front of his erection. “Just look at how amazing and hard his cock is for you. Go ahead, hold it.”

Only a little begrudgingly, Emmanuelle lifted her hands and gently grabbed his shaft, holding it gently, feeling it pulse.

“Tell him how much you love it,” the woman commanded.

Emmanuelle hesitated for a moment. “I love it,” she whispered.

“Tell him how badly you want it.”

Emmanuelle licked her lips. “I… I want it,” she admitted softly. It was more than just words to appease the woman. She meant it.

“Oh, I love watching it get harder and harder just from you touching it,” the woman said, excited too. “You’re definitely going to adore it as much as he adored your pussy. Kiss it.”

Emmanuelle licked her lips for a moment and then leaned forward and kissed the head.

“That’s nice… so loving, mommy,” the woman said. “Kiss it some more.”

Emmanuelle kissed it again and again, on the head and the shaft, showing her true appreciation for this marvelous, hard dick.

Vince groaned as he watched. This was better than he ever imagined.

“That was just perfect… showing such love… to your son’s cock,” the woman giggled. “Now… you need a taste. Lick it.”

Emmanuelle hesitated a moment, realizing that this was going to far. It was one thing to see her son’s cock… another to touch it… another to kiss it. And now, she was supposed to lick it? She shook her head, wishing this was under far different circumstances. She shouldn’t be doing this. But she extended her tongue and slid it on the underside of his shaft, right at the tip.

“Doesn’t that taste delicious?” the woman asked, holding Emmanuelle’s head to keep her from moving her head away. “I bet it does. Taste it again. Go ahead.”

Emmanuelle licked it again, this time licking more of the shaft. Her tongue moved up and down his length, from the base to the tip, making Vince groan.

“You like that, don’t you?” she asked Vince. “Don’t lie. I know you do.”

Vince, embarrassed, simply nodded. He did love this. He’d never had his cock touched like this before but he fantasized about it all the time.

“Yeah, I knew it. He can’t wait until your lips are wrapped around his cock! Go ahead. Suck on it.”

Emmanuelle moved the head to her lips and with only a small hesitation, slid him into her mouth.

“Yeah… my, my, my, my, you like that, too,” the woman said, encouraging her. “You love sucking dick!”

Emmanuelle slid him deep inside her mouth again and again, sucking and licking his shaft, making it sloppy wet with her saliva.

“Deeper,” the woman said, pushing her head towards Vince, encouraging her to take his cock all the way into her mouth. “Yeah… all the way down.” Emmanuelle gurgled as his cock hit the back of her throat, forcing her to relax it. “That’s the sound I want to hear. Suck it good… yeah.”

She let Emmanuelle suck on Vince for a couple minutes, watching both of them, amazed how much they let her have her way with no resistance now whatsoever.

“Here,” she said, pulling Emmanuelle back by her hair, pulling her up and onto the couch again. She positioned her so that she was laying on the couch, her upper back on the arm, her head hanging over it.

“Now… you come over here.” She moved Vince so that he was standing on the side of the couch, his cock so close to his mom’s mouth. The woman grabbed Vince’s shaft and pulled him forward, sliding him into Emmanuelle’s mouth once again.

Vince held still, his cock feeling so good contained in her warm, wet mouth. He could see her naked body below him, completely exposed. Her large breasts… her nipples hard and pointed… her pussy, with it’s little bush right above her clit. But the woman grabbed him from behind and pushed and pulled, making him fuck her mouth from above. He couldn’t believe how different and good this felt. He could actually see his cock sliding into her throat.

“God, it looks so fucking hot watching your cock slide into her mouth like that. You like that?” she asked Vince. “You like watching her suck you off?”

“Yes,” he panted, his breath coming quickly, his orgasm rising quickly.

“This just gets better and better. I bet he has a big, big load of cum for you,” the woman said, moving around in front of the couch. She grabbed one of Emmanuelle’s legs and pulled it, spreading her legs apart. Then put her hand on Emmanuelle’s clit, sliding over it, before sliding fingers into her. Vince could feel Emmanuelle’s groan deliciously vibrate his cock.

“I’m gonna help your relationship with your son get even better,” the woman said. “You’ll thank me later.” She slid two fingers into her and then rapidly fucked her with them, curling them up against her g-spot. “Mmmm… such a nice, wet pussy.” Emmanuelle groaned again around Vince’s cock. “Yeah… feel me finger that pussy. Wow… you just get wetter and tighter around my fingers. Yeah… let that pussy get all juicy and ready.”

Both Vince and the woman teased Emmanuelle until her legs shook more violently and she came again, coating the woman’s hand. “Ok… that’s enough,” she said. “I gotta see you fuck her. Come over here.”

Vince pulled free from Emmanuelle’s mouth and moved to where the woman wanted. She reached down and fondled his cock for a moment. “Mmm… I like seeing you all hard and raring to go for me. Did you like her mouth on you? Yeah? Well, I think it’s time you get your fuck on. Are you ready? Ready to be inside of that slutty pussy? That pretty pink pussy? Mmm, your cock’s getting harder and harder just looking at it. You are going to put all of your cum… every last drop… deep inside that pussy.”

She repositioned Emmanuelle so that her hips were on the end of the couch, her feet jutting into the air as she lay back on the cushion.

“There. She’s all ready for you. God that pussy is so wet!” she said, sliding a finger through Emmanuelle’s folds again as Vince got into position between her legs. He grabbed her legs and pulled, bringing her pussy more into range.

“Mmm, her slutty pussy is wide open and ready to take your cock,” she said as Vince put the head of his cock against her pussy lips. “Go on… fuck her.” He pressed inside, until he was completely buried inside her and groaned. This felt even better than her mouth. “That’s it… ah… that’s it. Oh, yeah… get right in there… Oh, yeah… fuck yeah,” she said as Vince fucked his mom.

“Your son’s cock is big, isn’t it?” the woman said as she walked around and sat on the couch beside Emmanuelle’s head. “Do you hear how much she likes it? Oh yeah, she does! She loves big fucking cocks in her pussy. And your cock looks so good inside of her. Go on. I want you to make her cum on your cock… and then I want you to cum deep inside of her.”

Vince stroked fast, feeling his balls burning with need. He needed to cum badly and he didn’t care where it went. “Fuck!” he yelled as he came, unable to hold it back any longer.

“Fuck yes!” the woman giggled. “Oh my… that was fast. But you’re not done yet… no,” she said, keeping his attention. “Keep fucking her. I know you’re still hard.”

Vince slowly started stroking again, sliding his still-hard cock in and out of his mom’s wetness. He built up speed, again, as the pleasure built even more rapidly this time. He grabbed both of her legs for leverage and began sliding in harder, slapping against her ass.

“Oh yeah, that’s it!” the woman cheered, enjoying his enthusiasm. “Fuck! That’s it, plow into her! Just like that. Make that slutty pussy yours. Fuck her good.”

The woman grabbed Emmanuelle’s breast, squeezed it, and then squeezed and pulled her nipple. “Beg for that cock, slut!” she ordered her.

“Yes, please…. please, please, please… give me that cock!” Emmanuelle panted. Her third orgasm was building rapidly.

“She wants it bad,” the woman said. “And you know you want to cum inside her. You can’t resist. She’s the best fuck you’ll ever have. Yeah… right there… you gonna cum on that cock, slut? Oh yeah, baby… take that cock!”

Emmanuelle was gasping and moaning as her orgasm started to overwhelm her. “Oh… yeah… you’re going to make me cum so hard… fuuuuuuuuck!” Emmanuelle came hard, her body spasming from the pleasure.

“Cum inside of her again… Do it boy… yeah… yeah…” she said, egging him on. Vince was right on the edge now, his mom’s orgasm making her pussy contract on him and squeeze him.

Suddenly, it overwhelmed him, and he came again, groaning. They could see little bits of his semen squeezing out from around his cock as he filled her up.

“Oh yeah, that’s it. What a good boy!” the woman said as she moved behind Vince. She pushed her body into him, making sure he didn’t move. “Yeah, baby… now that’s exactly what I wanted. We’re going to stay right here now… I want that cum to stay inside her as long as possible. We’ll just sit here and relax for a minute… maybe see if you get hard enough to fuck her again.”

Emmanuelle put her hands to her face, realizing what they had done. She’d been fucked by her son and now had her pussy full of his cum. What in the world? How did this happen?

“Why did you do this to us?” Emmanuelle asked.

“I told you,” the woman said. “Because you’re fucking my husband.”

“But,” Emmanuelle protested, almost crying. “I… I didn’t. Who in the hell is your husband?”

“Duh… Mike,” the woman said, starting to get upset again.

Emmanuelle searched her brain. “Mike? I… I don’t even know a Mike.”

“Yeah, right,” the woman said, not believing her. “And how do I know your name is Ann? I’m not stupid you know.”

“But… my… my name is Emmanuelle,” she said.

The woman now looked a little less certain. “Isn’t this 1241 Willow?” she asked.

“No… it’s 1240 Willow,” Emmanuelle and Vince said in unison. “1241 is across the street,” Emmanuelle added.

“Oh,” the woman said, backing up. She grabbed her shorts from the floor and put them back on. “Oops… wrong person. Have fun guys. It’s been real,” she said, quickly moving out the front door.

Vince was still fully embedded in Emmanuelle’s pussy as the two looked at each other in surprise and shock.

“What? What the fuck?” Emmanuelle said.

“She… she left. She just… left,” Vince said, looking towards the front door.

He looked down at Emmanuelle and suddenly felt embarrassed again. She looked away for a moment, getting embarrassed herself, but… still feeling aroused. What they did was wrong… so wrong… but…

“I, uh,” Vince said finally.

“I know… I know… me too,” Emmanuelle said, looking at him again. “It’s just… I shouldn’t… want… this.”

“I know… I’m sorry… I just couldn’t help myself,” he said.

“Don’t be sorry… don’t be sorry… baby,” she said, reassuring him. “It wasn’t our choice.”

He looked down at their joining, her pussy lips wrapped lovingly around his hard shaft, and after a pause, started pulling away, his still-hard cock sliding out, shining with their combined juices. But Emmanuelle wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled, pushing him back inside.

“No… don’t… don’t go… I…” she stammered, obviously confused. “Oh, God you feel so good,” she whispered as he buried himself fully into her again.

When she relaxed her legs, he then moved back again, sliding his cock out almost completely before she pulled him back inside her using her legs.

“Yeah?” Vince asked, startled. Wondering if she really wanted him inside her. Didn’t she want him out? Why wouldn’t she let him move go? Not that he minded. His cock felt so good inside her and he was so hard, ready to go again.

Emmanuelle nodded her head, looking a little scared and guilty, but flushed with desire. “Yeah.”

“Are you… sure?” Vince asked, pulling away again until his cock was nearly free.

She pulled him back again, squeezing him with her legs and digging her heels into his ass. “I… I don’t know… but…” And then she broke loose, the pleasure from his cock too much for her to take. She grabbed his arms and used her legs to leverage her hips forward and back. “Oh God, yes… do it. Just… fuck me!” she yelled.

And he did… for 2 more glorious orgasms.

That was the beginning of their wonderful relationship. After that day and for the rest of the summer, their relationship grew and flourished, sometimes even fucking several times a day. It wasn’t until Vince started college, moving 2 hours away, that things slowed down… but never ended.

They never saw the woman again. Emmanuelle wondered if she should go across the street and see what ever happened to Ann.

Years later, Vince smiled as he thought about how his life had changed. All because of a little mistaken identity.