Becoming Free-use

Literotic asexstories – Becoming Free-use by Spinner_of_tails,Spinner_of_tails Hello, my beautiful readers.

Again, I feel the need to apologize to keep you waiting. When I get an idea for a story, I always feel the urge to finish it as soon as possible, to publish it for you all. Sadly, I’m not able to take the time I want to write, so finishing my stories take longer than I’d like. I’m available on X/twitter these days, so if you wanna chat about my work, feel free to comment or DM.

The following story is a spin-off from the story of Anna and Adam (if you’ve read the second chapter, you’ll recognize the protagonist of this story). I normally make my stories a mix or real life experiences and my imagination. This story however is completely made up, and any resemblance to any person, living or deceased, is pure coincidental.

Lastly, the usual caveats apply. All the characters in this story are at least 18 years old, and if you find themes like incest and/or exhibitionism offensive, stop reading right away. You have been warned.

If you’re still reading, I hope you’ll enjoy this. It is a labor of love, and feedback is, as always welcome.

Xoxo

Anna

BECOMING FREE-USE (or HOW I MET YOUR FATHER)

In hindsight, I might have seen it coming. Genetics are a powerful force after all, not just when it comes to appearance, but also personality-wise, and from what I’ve recently learned, what type of person people become attracted to.

First off though, introductions and a little background are in order, I suppose.

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My name is Amanda, and I’m a 41 year wife and mother. I’m about average height, and I have long, jet black hair. I’d say I have an about average body, apart from my huge G-cup breasts. I developed early, and as you might have guessed, growing large breasts at a young age, tends to draw the attention of just about every hot-blooded straight male. Despite a conservative upbringing, mainly enforced by my mother, I quickly learned what turns men on, and from the moment I became sexually active, I enjoyed the attention immensely. It’s not really what this story is about, but teasing older men became somewhat of a hobby of mine.

At first I was mostly an incorrigible tease, the idea of men going home to their wives or girlfriends, thinking about that busty, young girl they met earlier, made my late night masturbation sessions all the more enjoyable. It didn’t take long though, before I lost my virginity, and having a real cock inside me proved to be even better.

I’ll be coming back to those wild days later in the story, so to keep from repeating myself, I’ll be brief.

This care-free life went on for a while, when out of the blue, on my last semester of college I met Steven. Not only was he an amazing fuck, but he genuinely seemed to care for me, and despite some initial hesitation, we soon became an item. With our combined sex drives, I suppose it was inevitable that I became pregnant not long after graduation. To say that my parents reacted differently to the news would be the understatement of the century. My father George was so happy he cried, the first and only time I saw him weep openly, but my mother Susan had a complete hissy-fit and immediately set about making wedding plans. No grandchild of hers would be born out of wedlock.

I mentioned that my mother was extremely conservative, right? She was almost stereotypical in how she’d insist on thanking the Lord for our daily bread at every meal, reminding me and my brother how sinners burned in hell and constantly bemoaning the folly of today’s youth for not blindly accepting Jesus into their lives. If it wasn’t for me and my older brother Adam, I’d bet good money on her being a virgin.

During the pregnancy I had the love and support from Steven, and the unconditional support of my father. There was no doubt in my mind that my mother would disown me if I didn’t marry Steven, and since my father had been such a massive support all my life, I didn’t want to force him to choose between me or his wife. I also didn’t want to risk my child not being able to have a relationship with his or her grandparents.

When our child was old enough, my father had a friend that could get me a job at a day-care center for children with special needs. Even though Steven and his family were wealthy, I knew I wouldn’t have to work, but it felt good to know I would have a job if l wanted it. So when Steven, no doubt pressured by my mom, proposed, I said yes. I was happy enough with my life that even my mother’s moral condemnations about premarital sex didn’t get to me.

******

After I recovered from the pregnancy and giving birth to our son Josh, I began to regain a lot of my sexual urges. All my fears about having a child leading to Steven’s urges decreasing were put to rest, so it actually felt like everything had fallen into place. When Adam became old enough to attend daycare, I started to work a couple of hours a day. As I mentioned Steven and his family were wealthy enough that he really didn’t have to work, but he felt an obligation to administer the family wealth, so that it would remain for the coming generation as well.

I guess you could say Steven, Josh and I were a tight knit family. We never kept secrets from one another, and displays of affection were shared openly, and often. George helped out a lot, babysitting his grandchild when Steven and I needed some time to ourselves. In the privacy of our own home, Steven and I liked to indulge our exhibitionist tendencies. We didn’t want to mess Josh up too much though, so we had to curb them somewhat when Josh was around.

In hindsight, I guess I should have thanked George even more than I did, as his willingness to babysit allowed for me and George to keep our sex life as active as it was. Don’t worry, there’ll be more on that later, so I don’t want to reveal too much right now.

******

A lot of women say their sex drive peaks around their 40’s. Considering how active Steven and I were, I didn’t think it could get any worse. I was wrong. Josh turned 18 around the time when I turned 40, and by then I became really antsy if I didn’t get my daily dose. Thankfully, our daily routines allowed me and Steven time for a quick fuck before breakfast. Josh was studying at a local college, and still lived with us.

As I mentioned, we were a close knit family, and for several years, we’d had a tradition of watching TV together, every Friday night. We’d have some snacks, watch a movie and chat. Even though Josh was starting to spend more and more time with his friends, or out on dates, he also felt it was important to maintain the tradition, and it was on one of these Friday nights that life took a major turn for our little family.

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Friday evening, and we were all sitting on the couch together. Steven and Josh sat on either end, and I was in the middle, leaning against Steven, his arm around my neck, and my feet in Josh’s lap. Steven had moved his hand down my front, subtly caressing my left breast through the shirt I was wearing. My breasts are extremely sensitive, which Steven knew full well, his touch a discreet foreplay for later.

The movie we were watching ended, but since it was still early, we settled on watching some more TV. By happenstance, we ended up watching an episode of a series where a man tells the story of how he met his future wife. The story was a little confusing, and as character after character was introduced, I found myself thinking ‘well, she can’t be the one, or this will be a short series indeed’.

I sort of let my attention drift for a while, instead focusing on how nice it felt to still be able to spend a Friday evening with my loving husband and son. I guess I never thought much about it, he was indeed growing up to becoming a handsome young man.

“Hey mom, how did you and dad meet?” Josh asked during one of the commercial breaks. I blushed a little, as this wasn’t a story I had been prepared to tell my son. I cleared my throat as I tried to come up with a way of telling the story, without scarring Josh forever.

“Well, you see Josh,” I began. “I had what you can call a wild period, growing up,” I continued, speaking as calmly as I could. Josh just smiled at me, as if begging me to continue the story.

“Yeah,” Steven interrupted from behind me. “Your mom was, and still is quite a slut,” he added, chuckling. Josh gasped out loud, and I could see the anger welling up in his eyes. Ever the protective son, I thought to myself, and smiled, proud at how my son always rushed to defend his mother’s honour. When he was 9 years old, he had even gotten himself into a fist fight when a classmate had said I was old.

“Relax, sweetie,” I said calmly, before Josh had time to lash out at his father. “To me and your father, the word slut merely describes a woman who, not only accepts, but embraces having a high sex drive,” I told him. “In my mind, there’s nothing derogatory about it.” Josh listened, and seemed to consider my words for a while, and then nodded, the momentary tension gone as his anger subsided.

“So, you were a…. slut… when you met dad?” Josh asked eventually, clearly a little hesitant in using that word to describe his own mother.

“Yes, and I think you’re old enough to hear that I still am,” I said before I could stop myself. I don’t know if all mothers feel the same way, but I had always been able to read Josh like an open book, and thankfully, it didn’t seem like the revelation had scarred him in any discernible way. In fact, despite his best attempts to hide it, I didn’t even need to glance down at Josh’s crotch to see that he was getting aroused. That knowledge in itself sent a tingle of excitement down my spine.

“I hope you don’t hate your mother, for admitting this to you,” I asked tentatively, swallowing hard as I tried to push the thought of my son’s cock from my mind. Josh smiled at me, and I could see him regaining his confidence.

“I couldn’t possibly hate you, mom,” he said softly. “But there’s no way I’m going to accept you calling yourself old,” he added in that serious tone he always used when he spoke from the heart. In that moment, he looked so cute, defending his mother, but I remembered all those times in his youth, when he had used that serious tone, even as a toddler, and I couldn’t help but giggle.

The look on his face as I started to giggle was priceless, and I sat back up, and leaned forward closer to Josh.

“I love you, so fucking much, my son,” I said, and leaned in close, placing a loving kiss on Josh’s lips. It only lasted a fleeting moment, but I could swear I felt a twinge in his lips, as if he had to stop himself from parting his lips. As I mentioned earlier, we were a close knit family, and kissing on the lips was nothing out of the ordinary. I’m not ashamed to admit though, that earlier tingling sensation was fresh in my mind, and I had the same impulse, but thankfully the same restraint. I had long since gotten over the mental barrier of committing incest, but for some reason, that tingling sensation made me slightly uneasy. A part of me couldn’t help but feel that including my son in the naughtier parts of my life was wrong somehow.

I broke off the kiss, and sat back, once more leaning my back on Steven, letting him wrap his arm around me, his hand resting idly on my chest.

“So, anyway. Back to the story,” I said. “Many years ago, in a galaxy far, far away… Your mother was on a date, with this guy. He took me to a party, and that’s when I met your father,” I concluded, purposefully deciding to omit a lot of detail to spare Josh’s sensibilities.

Josh looked at me nonplussed. Then looked over at the TV. Then back at me again.

“That was a pretty lame story, mom,” he said, pointing at the TV, clearing expecting a more elaborate story, like the one we had just watched. Considering what we had watched was a multi-seasonal series, the comparison seemed a little unfair. For one, I wouldn’t have the time to tell Josh about all the guys I dated, until I met his father. For two, the story would mostly consist of details that most mothers feel uncomfortable sharing with their offspring.

I was about to tell him just that, when his phone beeped. He looked over at the screen, and grinned.

“Saved by the bell, mom,” he said, holding up his phone to emphasize his point. “My clan needs me, so I’ll head to my room,” he added. He might have told some details about the game, like the name of the game he was playing, and the clan he had joined, but my mind was suddenly preoccupied by the feeling of Steven’s cock pressing against my back. Had he become aroused by me talking to Josh about how we met? To be frank though, Steven’s sex drive was just as high as mine, and most of the time, it didn’t take much to get him going. Considering the details I had omitted to tell were naughty, and in some states illegal, I guess I couldn’t blame Steven for getting aroused by the trip down memory lane.

“You know,” I said, in a husky voice. “Josh probably has his headphones on in less than a minute, and he wouldn’t hear us from here,” I added, gently grabbing Steven’s hand, pressing it against my breast so he could feel my nipples stiffening. Josh’s line of questions had brought back fond memories, and had turned me on, more than I’d like to admit. Even though we’d had sex that morning, I felt that I needed Steven inside me again.

“I bet you a dollar that you need it more than I do,” Steven said, giving my breast a gentle squeeze. Before I continue, I suppose a bit of context is needed. Steven and I had this silly long held tradition of making bets, mostly daring each other to do, or refrain from doing things, often related to sex. For instance, Steven once bet that I wouldn’t be able to seduce a pretty, young girl in a lingerie store, and I had once bet him that he wouldn’t dare kiss the bride on the lips, at a wedding we attended a few years ago. The wager in these bets was always one dollar, and since Steven and I were both fiercely competitive, we often went to some pretty extreme lengths to win. At the time of this story, I think Steven was up on me by three or four dollars.

I couldn’t stop grinning, thinking there would be no way that I’d cave before Steven did. Throughout the years, it had seldom taken more than showing my naked body to drive him wild with desire.

“You’re on,” I replied, and pulled his hand away from my breast, before standing up, slowly taking my clothes off, smiling seductively at him. I wiggled my ass cheeks as I walked to our bedroom, with Steven walking behind me. To my surprise he didn’t make a move on me as we headed to bed, both of us electing to sleep naked.

******

I woke up before Steven the next day, and I was just about to turn to my beloved husband to give him a morning blow-job, when I remembered our bet. I reluctantly refrained from touching him, instead getting up to make breakfast. To tease him a little, I chose to forgo putting on lingerie, before putting on a bathrobe, as I walked downstairs to the kitchen.

I had just finished making some coffee, and fried some eggs and bacon as Josh entered the kitchen.

“Morning, mom,” he said, smiling as he looked at the food. I couldn’t help but smile back. Perhaps it was because of my ‘highly charged state’, but for the first time, I became aware that I was looking at him as a handsome young man, and not just my son. “I’m heading off to Eric’s place. Can I borrow your car?” Josh asked, interrupting my thoughts. Eric was one of Josh’s closest friends who lived across town.

“If you give mommy a kiss,” I replied, holding up my car keys, and pouting my lips. Josh never left the house without giving me a kiss or a hug, and he just smiled as he walked up to me, placing his lips against mine. As he did, he placed his hand on my hip, and I felt a familiar tingling sensation spread throughout my body. It took an effort of will to keep my body from shivering with delight, and thankfully he broke off the kiss before I grabbed him and pulled him against me. To this day, I’m not sure if he could see the look of arousal in my eyes, or if he knows how close I was to throwing myself into his arms, and force my tongue into his mouth.

“Thanks, mom,” Josh said, grabbing my keys. “Hey, you wanna do a repeat of yesterday? I’d love to have a movie night with you and dad tonight,” he said, as he walked towards the front door.

“I’d love that too, sweetie,” I replied, a little proud that my voice held, considering I was still a little turned on from yesterday.

“Cool, I’ll see you guys later,” Josh called out, before heading out, leaving his mother close to shaking with arousal. Damn. Why was I so horny? Couldn’t I last more than 24 hours without sex these days? And why where thoughts of fucking my son starting to enter my mind? For some reason, the fear of messing up my sons love-map prevented me from accepting a physical attraction to him. Instead I chose to blame Steven and that stupid bet he had forced me into.

Gosh, I needed to fuck. Badly. Winning that dollar from Steven seemed an impossible task in that moment.

******

I knew that I needed to keep my mind occupied with something else, and I spent the morning cleaning the kitchen, trying to think unsexy thoughts. I even had to refrain from teasing Steven, as merely thinking about it made my pussy tingle.

Time seemed to slow down to a crawl, and the whole day became torturous. I borrowed Steven’s car to drive to the gym to work off some of my frustration.

Normally I savored the looks I got from the young guys in the gym, grinning as I tried to imagine what they were fantasizing about. That day though, they all reminded me of Josh, and thinking about Josh made me think of the conversation we’d had the day before, so I came back home even more frustrated. The bet with Steven had implied that masturbation was off limits, so I couldn’t run up to the bedroom and use my toys to let off some steam.

I hadn’t spoken to my dad in a couple of days, so I decided to give him a call. At first I had just meant to call him to say hello.

“Listen, love,” dad said some 20 minutes into the call. “Even from a distance, I get the feeling something is wrong,” he said, his calm, deep voice soothing in a way I can’t even describe. Just hearing my father worry about the welfare of his grown up daughter, was enough to make my heart sing, bringing a smile to my face.

“No, dad,” I lied. He knew I had been somewhat ‘adventurous’ in my younger days, but I didn’t feel comfortable telling him that his precious daughter was just as wild, even in her 40’s, much less that she was frustrated that she had made a bet with her husband as to who would give up and beg for sex first. I guess telling your father that you’re so sexually frustrated that all it takes it a kiss from your son to turn you on, isn’t something most fathers are ready to hear. “I guess I’m just a little worn out,” I told him.

“The daughter I remember always seemed to feel better when she was cooking,” dad said, and I almost wanted to cry with joy. He always knew what to say to make me feel better, and if he’d been here, I would have hugged him. He was correct. I’d always loved cooking. I don’t know if it’s the smell, or what it is, but for some reason, making food brought a peace of mind to me.

“Have I told you I love you dad?” I asked, a wide smile spreading across my face, the earlier frustration washing off of me in a heartbeat.

“I know you do, and I love you too,” dad said, and I could hear his smile. “Give my love to Josh and Steven, sweetie,” he added. I told him to hug my mom for me, and we ended the call.

I’ve decided to make some lasagna for dinner. It’s a dish that takes some time preparing, but that day it was just what I needed, and by the end, I was singing merrily to a tune in my head. Frank Sinatra’s ‘My way’, if you wanna know. In fact, cooking dinner and singing made me so happy, I managed to push all thoughts of sexual frustration to the side for the moment. Josh came home just about in time for dinner, and thankfully, kissing him to welcome him home felt as natural as it had always been.

I told him to go get Steven, who was working in the basement, as I set the table, and we had a lovely dinner. To this day, I can’t say what it was, but I was suddenly having the best day of my life. Steven did his best to tease me during dinner, placing his hand on my thigh, making innuendos every now and then, but nothing got to me. I just smiled, happy to have two of the men in my life by my side.

******

After dinner, Josh and Steven volunteered to do the dishes, so we decided that I’d go upstairs and take a long, relaxing bath while they finished clearing the kitchen. Thinking that Steven was bound to cave in pretty soon, I decided to skip the bra, and put on a t-shirt and pajama pants after toweling off after the bath.

As I came downstairs, Steven and Josh had picked the movie for the evening, and we took our usual places on the couch, Steven and Josh on either end, with me in the middle, resting my back against Steven, his arm around me.

As we scrolled through our streaming services to find something to watch, Josh browsed past that same series we had watched the day before. He paused, and as I looked over at him, he had a look as if suddenly remembering something, and then smiled wide as he turned his head to look at me.

“Say, mom,” he said in a confident voice. “Last night you were saved by the bell, but I still wanna know. Did you really ditch your date at that party? You know, when you met dad for the first time?” Josh asked, and I swallowed hard. My mind raced, wondering how much I was prepared to tell him.

As a quick sidenote, Steven and I have had a really strong connection, for many years. It’s come to the point where if I look into his eyes, it’s almost as if we can speak telepathically.

As I wondered how much I should actually tell my son about that first meeting, I turned my head to look back at Steven. Steven’s eyes looked into mine, and I could almost hear his voice, telling me to go ahead, and be completely honest. I raised an eyebrow, as if asking him if he really meant that, and Steven nodded in reply.

“Hey guys,” Josh interrupted. “Are you doing that speaking without words thing again?” he asked, and I giggled. Growing up, Steven and I had used our connection to speak about surprise parties, birthday presents, and several other things that we didn’t want Josh to know about beforehand, which had infuriated our inquisitive son. I took a deep breath, and turned back to Josh, knowing that what I was about to tell him might mess up our relationship forever. We had always preached honesty and openness to him though, and I guess it was about to bite us in the ass.

“I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but have you heard of the term free-use?” I asked Josh, barely able to keep my voice steady. As much as Steven and I talked openly about our thoughts and feelings, we had never discussed how much we should tell Josh about our sex-life.

Josh seemed to nod at first, but as the implication of the question became clear to him, his eyes opened wide, and he just looked at me, dumbfounded.

“You see son,” Steven said, breaking the silence that followed. “All the women at that party were essentially free for any man to… Have fun with,” he added, and even though he spoke softly and confidently, I heard the nervousness in Steven’s tone as well. Clearly he was just as nervous as I was about sharing this information with Josh. Nevertheless, Josh had asked to peek into the proverbial Pandora’s box, and now the cat was out of the bag. I might be mixing up my metaphors, but I think you understand.

Josh sat silent for the longest moment. It might only have been a few seconds, but in that moment it felt like an eternity, and I could feel my heart beating in my chest. I was fully prepared for Josh to storm out of the room, or yell at us for our reckless behavior.

“Holy crap, mom. You really were a slut,” Josh said eventually, his reaction the surprise of a lifetime. He began to smile, and I let out a silent sigh of relief. In fact, even though I didn’t want to admit it, hearing Josh call me a slut, sent a tingle of arousal down my spine. Josh blushed, realizing what he had just said, and I could see definite signs of arousal in him as well. I didn’t quite know what to say, and the silence in the room made the tension all the more palpable.

“I… I need to use the bathroom,” Josh said nervously, perhaps sensing the tension, before getting up. “You guys pick a movie while I pee,” he added, before leaving the room.

“I think Josh likes the thought of his mother as a free-use slut,” Steven said soon after, echoing my own thoughts, and I couldn’t help but think back to yesterday, seeing the bulge in Josh’s pants. He barely finished the sentence, before moving his hand to my breast, giving it a loving squeeze. I bit my lower lip, as all the pent up frustration came back, the tingling sensation between my legs coming back with a vengeance.

I didn’t need to look at Steven to know he was smiling from ear to ear. He knew how horny I was, and even if he hadn’t known, my stiff nipples were clearly visible through my t-shirt.

“You think so?” I asked, still wondering to myself if the thought of josh fucking me turned him on, or if he was teasing me, in order to win our bet.

“You must have seen the hard-on he was sporting as he left, just now?” Steven said, chuckling, betraying nothing as to his motives for staying on the subject.

“Yeah, but still,” I said, thinking out loud, pretending not to notice Steven’s attention to my large, soft breasts. “It’s one thing to have a thing for an older woman, but it’s a whole other thing to stick your cock in your mommy’s pussy”, I added before I could stop myself, inadvertently letting Steven know I was thinking the same thing as him. To be completely honest though, a part of me knew I should let Josh develop his sexuality, independently of his mother, but that part was growing fainter and fainter. The kinkier, naughtier part of me couldn’t help but wonder what Josh’s cock would taste like.

“Don’t sell yourself short, baby,” Steven said softly, stepping up his teasing by pinching my left nipple. To this day I’m proud that I managed to keep myself from moaning, despite how horny I was. To be honest, if Steven would have asked, I would have jumped him, then and there. Regardless of the fact that Josh would be coming back any minute. Heck, in that moment, any cock would have been good enough.

“You could always put out a discreet feeler,” Steve added after a moment. I was about to ask what he meant, when he added “tell him who your date was. Then you’ll know his feelings on incest, without putting him on the spot”. Normally I would have told him he was crazy. Even though Josh legally was an adult, I would have thought him to be far too young to learn more about the debauched part of his mother’s life. That evening, I wasn’t thinking clearly though. Due to the frustration stemming from the bet with Steven, and his constant touching, I rationalized that Josh had reacted pretty maturely to hearing about his mother being free-use at a party. Maybe hearing that his mother indulged in incest wouldn’t scar him for life? After all, he was a young man, and guys his age were full of hormones. Was I trying to project some hidden shame onto my son?

I wanted to be angry at Steven. He clearly read my arousal, and was taking full advantage. He didn’t even take his hand away from my breast when Josh eventually returned. I could see Josh noticing what his father was doing, and the strain it took for him to keep his eyes away from it.

In my opinion Steven and I had pushed our luck to the breaking point, by telling our son what a wanton slut his mother had been back in the day. Of course, not much had changed since then, but I was pretty sure Josh didn’t need to know that. Then again, what if he did? What if he knew I had been thinking about his lovely cock pounding the living daylights out of me?

No!

Stop!

New topic, please..

Steven however wasn’t ready to let it go, and again I could almost hear the wicked grin in his voice.

“So, son. Where were we?” Steven said, casually. “Oh, that’s right. The party,” he added, and chuckled, no doubt thinking back to how our first meeting ended, with me on my back, my brother and future husband both jerking off, unloading on my face, pretty much at the same time.

Me on the other hand were running through a mix of emotions as I just sat there. I tried my best to not think too much on what happened at the party, as it would only fuel my already burning lust. If I hadn’t been so horny, I would have scolded Steven. It must be excruciatingly embarrassing for a son to have his parents talk so openly about sex. I’m sure his trip to the bathroom was to relieve himself, and now Steven was bringing it up again. Poor Josh. I looked at Josh, and to my surprise, he was smiling. From ear to ear. What was going on here?

“Oh, yeah,” Josh said, as if suddenly remembering something. “Your date. He must have been quite a guy, to bring a woman to such an event,” he added. Not only was Josh’s smile infectious, but I was suddenly remembering all those moments I shared with my brother, and my smile widened.

“He was,” I said, fighting down the sadness I felt, at not being able to see him anymore. Don’t worry, I’ll get back to that part later.

“Who was he again?” Steven asked suddenly. It appeared he was forcing this issue, and I took a deep breath, looking deep into Josh’s eyes. This was it. I knew this could make or break the relationship with my son. The rational part of my mind though, telling me that a son shouldn’t know just how wicked his mother really is, was a faint whisper. Steven’s hand on my breast, and my own sex addled brain had done its work, and if I was being honest, I wanted to see Josh’s reaction to what I was about to say.

“Well, this isn’t the easiest thing to admit, sweetie,” I said, speaking softly. Josh looked deep into my eyes, and I could see I had his full attention. It was bordering on comical how intently he was listening to my voice.

“You actually know him. It’s your uncle Adam,” I said after a moments silence. I held my breath, trying to look for any sign from Josh as to how he was reacting to this revelation. To my intense relief, at least he didn’t explode in rage.

He just sat there. It might only have been a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity, and I could feel my nervous heartbeat thundering in my chest.

Suddenly I caught Josh stealing a quick glance at my breasts again, and I fought down the urge to smile, knowing I had my son back with me. He actually started to blush, though I’m not sure if it’s because he knew I caught him glancing at his mother’s impressive mammaries, or if he was actually imagining me and Adam together.

Josh recovered quickly though, and looked back up at me. I almost laughed, partly from relief, as I saw that confident grin Josh always had when he was pretending to be casual about something pretty huge.

“Uncle Adam, you say?” Josh asked, the grin never leaving his face. “Well, I guess he does have a rugged charm, and I could see women falling for it,” he added. To this day I’m proud of how calm I managed to remain, merely smiling at my precious son, as he so casually accepted hearing that his mother had committed incest. I opened my mouth to speak, but Josh continued before I could even come up with something to say.

“So, you and uncle Adam were dating?” Josh asked, again so casually I began to think that Josh might be more accepting of incest than I had imagined. The naughtier parts of my mind, perhaps driven on by Steven’s constant groping hands, began to think that maybe this wasn’t the first time Josh’s thoughts had been on the subject of his mother’s sexuality. I swallowed hard to keep my voice from cracking, as I replied.

“We dated as often as circumstances allowed us to,” I said, and Josh’s face told me he understood how two siblings dating would be complicated. “Eventually Adam met Sophie, and Sophie pretty much put an end to me and Adam hanging out. I think she was jealous of how close we were, and I didn’t want to risk Adam’s relationship with her, so I ended the affair,” I said, speaking softly. It still stung a little, and I fought back the tear that threatened to form in the corner of my eye.

Steven knew the whole story from before, and respectfully stopped teasing my breasts. It was totally new to Josh though, and he sat in silence for a moment, absorbing what his mother had just confessed to him.

In a strange way, it felt good to open myself up to Josh, to let him know about my innermost feelings, and even though we had always been close, I never felt closer to him than in that moment. I almost wanted to reach out, and caress his cheek. In fact, I was about to, when his confident smile returned.

Oh, no.

Again, Josh’s apparent interest in my sex-life was both an embarrassment, but also extremely arousing.

“Soo… You dated both uncle Adam? And dad? At the same time?” Josh asked. Normally, I think most people would interpret the question as Josh asking me if I went on dates with Adam, and dates with Steven. I wasn’t in a normal state however.

“Yes, sometimes I dated them both at the same time,” I said before I could stop myself. I don’t think there was any doubt as to what that implied, and even in my hyper-aroused state I wondered if I had said too much. I looked at Josh, and even though I could see definite signs of arousal in his face as well, he took my reply with surprising calm.

“But you never hooked up with him, after he started dating Sophie?” Josh asked, and now it was my turn to blush. Steven was still caressing my breast, but had moved his hand under my shirt. He was openly kneading it, leaving no doubt to Josh’s mind as to what was going on.

“I did meet up with him one last time, but that was years ago now,” I said, before turning my head back to Steven. Once more I managed to contact him without speaking. What I was about to say was definitely something that Josh shouldn’t hear, but Steven just grinned as he leaned his head, so I could look into his eyes.

“I seriously need you to let go, baby,” my eyes told Steven. It felt like my entire body was shivering with arousal, and that the only thing that could make me sane again was to have Steven’s cock, or any cock for that matter, inside me, fucking me hard and senseless. It surely didn’t help feeling Steven’s rock hard cock poking me in the back. “I’m so horny I’m about to throw myself at Josh, unless we calm things down,” I added, to emphasize my point.

Thankfully Steven got the message, and stopped caressing my breast, though he kept his hand just below the large bulge in my shirt, and I took a deep breath, my mind racing trying to find something else to talk about, to keep me from jumping either of the handsome men sitting on the couch with me. Eventually I remembered that winter was fast approaching, and managed to smile at Josh.

“Anyway, sweetie,” I said to Josh, struggling to keep my voice even. “Christmas is right around the corner. What do you wish for this year?” I asked, breathing slowly, trying to look calm, but probably failing. I thought I saw a flicker of recognition in Josh’s eyes though, as if he understood that I needed to change the topic. Since he held my gaze, I wasn’t able to glance down at his crotch, but from the look in his eyes, I’d guess he was aroused as well, and happy to talk about something else for a moment.

“Now that you mention it,” Josh said, his eyes gleaming, as they always did when we were on the topic of him getting presents. I swear, in some regards, he’s still a 5 years old boy. The look in his eyes made me smile, and warmed my heart. For a moment, we were just a mother and son again, talking about innocent topics, like a mother and son should. “There’s a sequel to this game I’m playing. It’ll be released in a day or two. I’ll send you a link to where you can download it,” he continued enthusiastically. Then suddenly, he started to blush again, covering his crotch with his hands.

“Anyway… I… I think I need to go back to my room… to play my game,” Josh said hurriedly. I’m not really sure what happened to him, and I just sat there. I nodded to him, as he mumbled his good night, before quickly getting up. I might have been mistaken, but I thought I saw a quite impressive bulge in his pants as he stood up. The sight took me by surprise, and brought back all those thoughts I’d had all evening. In a split second, my body began to tingle again, and I decided I’d had enough.

******

As soon as Josh had left the room, I sat back up on the couch, and turned to Steven, who sat there, silently smiling, wearing only his boxers and a t-shirt. I knew I was seconds away from tearing his clothes off, giving myself to him, as countless times before.

“Listen, honey,” I said, my voice trembling. “I don’t care about our bet anymore. You win. I need you, so bad,” I added, reaching down and grabbing the hem on my shirt. I was about to lift it up and over my head, so Steven could have free access to my breasts, when he leaned forward, still smiling as he held my hands still, keeping me from taking my shirt off.

“Not yet, baby,” he said calmly. “I want you to go upstairs to our bedroom, take your clothes off, and then take the blindfold from your night stand and come back down here,” Steven continued. This would certainly not be the first time that he told me what to do, or that we used a blindfold. He knew both of those things were extremely arousing to me. I grinned, seeing the look in his eyes. Steven wanted me to be so turned on that I’d almost implode, before he granted me release. The orgasms I got when he teased me like that were always mind numbing, and this time I didn’t even stop to consider that the level or arousal I had reached already, meant that I would be loud. Like, waking the neighbors type of loud. I smiled back at Steven, and nodded eagerly.

“Good girl,” he said, with a wicked smile on his face.

“I’ll see you soon then,” I said, grinning to myself as I stood up, and walked upstairs.

Finally I would be rid of this frustration that had driven me to the brink of madness.

As I came closer to our bedroom, I walked past Josh’s room. I noticed his door was open. Just a smidge, but still open enough for me to hear the slightest whisper of a moaning sound emanating from his room. Was he masturbating? Given what had just been revealed to him, I’m guessing it would be no surprise. A mother can tell when her son needs to go relieve himself, after all. What was his cock like? I knew I’d never get to taste it, or feel it inside me, but maybe I could just sneak a peek inside his room? Just to get a quick look at what he was working with? Isn’t it a mother’s privilege to walk in on her son, as he jerks off, at least once?

I had walked up to his door, and even put my hand on the knob, before I managed to stop myself. If it took too long, Steven would come looking for me. I didn’t stop myself out of some sense of morality, thinking how Steven might react to me walking in on our son naked, in fact, I’m willing to bet Steven would only smile, and he would no doubt encourage whatever would be happening to continue along its course.

No, I stopped myself, because I didn’t want to wait any longer, not even to get a glimpse of Josh’s cock. I needed Steven to fuck me, as soon as humanly possible, so I let go of Josh’s door knob, and continued walking to the bedroom I shared with Steven. When I’m as aroused as I was in that moment, I tend to get pretty loud during sex, so there was no doubt in my mind that Josh would hear me when Steven fucked me, even with the distance to our living room. I didn’t mind it for one bit though, in fact, the idea of Josh hearing me scream in pleasure made me grin. Would he jerk off to the sound of his mother cumming? Probably. My only regret was not being able to watch him at the same time at Steven rammed his hard cock inside me. I made a mental note to drive Steven insane with lust some time soon, to make him horny enough to ask him if he’d want Josh to watch us. I guess I had decided that involving Josh more in our sex-life wouldn’t scar him. Considering how blatant Steven had been on the couch with his groping, I deduced that he had come to the same conclusion.