What Mom Knows Fucks Her Ass

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I continued to fuck my mother for three minutes or so when the phone rang. My Dad never answered the phone and it was in the kitchen anyway.

Mom cursed under her breath, “For fuck sakes,” and went to the phone reluctantly allowing me to slip out of her. Answering the phone, she rolled her eyes. “Hi Mom.”

Knowing that this would be a long conversation, I put my cock back in my pants, and winked at Mom, whose red cheeks would have been excellent CSI evidence of our crime. She said, “Mom, give me a second. Curtis is just leaving.”

Mom put the phone down and came over to me. She whispered in my ear, her hand firmly on my still stiff cock, “Don’t forgot about Mommy while you are out gallivanting with Miranda.”

“Of course, not Mom. You will always be my first choice.”

She kissed me on the lips, shoving her tongue in my mouth, before saying, “And don’t you ever forget it.”

I quipped, “How could I Mom, you are my MILF slut.”

She smiled and mocked authority, “Don’t you use such language with me, unless you are in me. Fuck, I wish your Dad was gone. I guess I will have to fuck him tonight.”

“Oh, the sacrifices,” I mocked.

“Don’t get me started,” she sighed, before asking, “Have you fucked Miranda in the ass yet?”

“No,” I admitted, even though the thought had crossed my mind when she was bent over and I was fucking her in her favorite position, the submissive doggy style.

“Have you fucked anybody in the ass, son?” she asked, rubbing my cock firmly in my jeans.

“Noooooooo,” I moaned.

“Well, tomorrow your Dad is heading out of town and I am going to be your first. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mom,” I agreed, very enthusiastically.

“Good, so tomorrow you are mine, all day, understood?” she asked with one final squeeze.

“Yes, Mommy,” I replied.

I watched her saunter, purposely using her sexy wiggle. She went to the phone and began talking to her Mother, seconds after promising her son her ass. My life was fucking amazing.

…..

I headed out and to see Miranda again.

When I arrived at the studio Mark confronted me in the parking lot. He had clearly been waiting for me. “I thought I warned you to stay away from Miranda.”

I replied, “Are you not getting married to someone else? I think such a commitment prevents you from any such authority.”

“Don’t get smart with me,” Mark threatened.

“Or what?” I asked.

“Don’t mess with me.”

I walked past him and countered, smugly. “I am not here to mess with you. I am here to mess with Miranda, over and over again.”

“You fucking punk,” he began, as I walked into the studio.

Confused at the guy’s threats, I shrugged them off and went to shoot my usual pre-load show in Miranda’s perfect cocksucking lips. As soon as I entered her room, she smiled and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.

I eventually told her about my encounter and Miranda cursed, “Fuck. He just won’t grow up. Fucking men they don’t know what they got till they lose it.”

I asked, although I was scared of the answer, “You don’t want to get back with him do you?”

“I’d rather remain celibate and you know how much I love sex,” she replied, before her anger shifted into mischief. “Oh, but two can play at that game.”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked curious.

“You will see. But I will have to wait to swallow your cum until right before show time.”

I shrugged, “Whatever suits your fancy.”

We talked about the Vegas trio for a while and Ellie was in and she planned to talk to my Mom tomorrow. Miranda smiled, “Your devious plan to get your Mom to be a dyke to a Mistress while you watch is almost all in place.”

“Don’t forget, the plan also includes fucking Ellie too,” I added.

“Don’t you be getting me jealous. I already have to share you with your Mom,” Miranda teased, falling to her knees.

She took my cock in her mouth and after a couple of deep bobs asked, “Was your car recently parked in your Mom’s garage?”

I laughed at the horrendous visual. “Yes, we fucked for a few minutes in the kitchen while Dad was in the living room. But the phone rang.”

“Oh you poor boy. You didn’t get to come in your Mom,” she mocked, before asking, “Will I do?”

I grabbed her head and lead her mouth back to my raging hard-on. “Yes, baby, you will more than do.”

Ten minutes later, which is as long as I usually lasted in the sauna of lust that was Miranda’s mouth I began shooting my cum in her mouth.

Unlike her usual swallow every drop routine, she moved back and caught my cum like a basket. Once done, she stood up and left the room.

Curious as hell, I pulled my pants up and followed my devious girlfriend, who went directly to Mark, seated at the anchor’s table and leaned forward her mouth open, apparently showing her mouthful of my cum to her ex.

He went red as Miranda clearly swallowed it all. I was just in earshot enough for her to say, “Remember when that was your pre-show routine?”

“What the fuck, Miranda?” Mark questioned.

Miranda, now mad, threatened, “Leave my boyfriend alone.”

“Boy is right,” he quipped back confidently.

Miranda laughed, a laugh dripping with scorn, “Don’t you dare judge, Mr.-Can’t-get-it up-for-round-two-without-a-nap.”

Others in the room couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh as Miranda turned and walked away, leaving a red faced Mark utterly speechless, probably for the first time in his egotistical life.

Miranda walked right to me and shoved her tongue down my throat for all to see. I could taste myself on her tongue, but was thrilled to finally have the public affection she had not given me until this second.

Mark glared at me and I smugly winked back at him.

Miranda and I fucked after the show for a lengthy hot marathon session where I deposited two more loads in her, one in her pussy and another in her mouth.

As I was getting ready to head home for the night, I mentioned, “I am going to stay and hang out with Mom tomorrow, sexy.”

“You are, are you? You are such a mother-fucker,” she teased.

I retorted, “Jealous?”

She shrugged, “Maybe.” As she kissed me goodbye she threw me for a loop as she finished with, “Of course, the question is, am I jealous of your Mom for getting to fuck you or jealous of you for getting to fuck your Mom?”

…..

The next day, Dad left for an overnight meeting somewhere and I replaced him in my Mother’s bed. I had just deposited a load in my Mom’s cunt to start the morning when she informed me, “Hey baby, I am coming to Vegas with you.”

Acting surprised, I said, “Really? How did that transpire?”

“Didn’t Miranda tell you?”

“No, but we don’t do a lot of talking when we are together,” I joked.

“You are such a male slut,” Mom joked.

I corrected, “When a girl fucks more than one guy she is a slut. When a man is scoring with two women he is a stud. Unfair I know, but those are the rules of society. I don’t make them, I just follow them.”

Slapping me playfully, she questioned, “Are you calling me a slut?”

As my finger traced her firm breasts, I answered, “You are my slut, Mom.”

“Well then,” she began straddling my still semi-erect cock, “if I am going to be labelled a slut, I better make it worthwhile.”

“Slut away, Mom,” I replied, watching her engulf my cock and begin riding me.

Another deposit inside my Mom, her eager pussy this time, and I already had visions of going for the triple play in one day: mouth, pussy and ass. Like the cycle in baseball the last one is always the hardest to complete.

As we lay there in the morning, both of us in after-sex glow, Mom said, “We are going to go out for supper tonight as mother and son and then come back here for a very, very, special night.”

“I can’t wait,” I replied.

School was a bitch as the thought of a date with Mom and the promised ass fuck was all I could think about. I was a walking erection with a mind of goo all day. I returned home and there was a note on the kitchen table.

Son,

Sorry, but I had a last minute call for a house to show. I will have to meet you at the restaurant at six. I booked us a table at Rizzo’s.

Love

Mom

Wow, Rizzos was the classiest restaurant in the city and therefore meant suit and tie. I went to my room and my suit was already laid out on the bed. I went and had a nice shower and got ready, making sure to look my best for my date with Mom. At the last minute, I decided to go commando; never know when I may have to release the beast in a flash. I finished getting ready and sped to Rizzo’s. I arrived ten minutes early and was led to my table.

I waited a bundle of excitement at what Mom had promised me. Mom, being Mom, arrived fifteen minutes late, which was fifteen minutes early for her, but all was forgiven the Moment I saw her. Her hair was down, which I loved, but it was the gold cocktail dress, that stopped just below the knee, and the mocha colored stockings, my favorite shade of nylon, that had my cock on full alert and begging to be released.

Mom hugged me, tight enough that she could feel my attention and asked, “Is that for me?”

“All eight inches of it,” I flirted back.

“I can’t wait,” she responded, giving my cock a subtle squeeze before I moved around and pulled out her chair like a gentleman. “Oh, how sweet! But you don’t have to impress me baby; you are definitely getting laid tonight.”

I replied, “It’s the small things Mom, they are always the first to go when a relationship begins to falter.”

My Mom, suddenly in reflection mode, agreed, “No truer words have ever been spoken.”

I returned to my chair just as our waiter arrived. He took our drink orders after taking more than a subtle glance at my Mom’s generous cleavage.

Once he was gone, I pointed out, “Mom, he was staring right down your dress.”

“Was he?” she asked, oblivious to the distraction her beauty still caused many, many men.

“Indeed he was. Of course, who could blame him? You are easily the sexiest person here.”

“You and flattery, I told you, you are definitely getting laid tonight. Actually, I am hoping to go for the Trifecta all in one evening.”

“Trifecta?” I questioned.

“Yes, where you shoot a load of your white stuff in each of my three special places,” my mother informed me, her stocking-clad foot now on my crotch.

“Oh fuck Mom, my first load may end up in my pants if you keep teasing me,” I admitted, my balls already begging to be shot.

Her foot stayed there, not moving, as the waiter brought our starter salads. My hand rubbed gently the top of my Mom’s foot, the silk nylon the greatest feeling in the world.

As we ate our salads, Mom asked, “Ever had a foot job, baby?”

“No,” I answered, after a brief realization that I never had. Pam, my ex, had rubbed her stocking feet all over my body in a sensual foot massage of sorts, but her foot only rubbed my cock.

“Well, then obviously you have never had a stocking-clad foot job,” my Mom deduced.

“Apparently,” I agreed, “are you offering?”

As her foot tapped on my cock, she shrugged with a devilish smile, “Well, we already have a Trifecta to complete, but maybe we can fit that in. Seeing your cock squirt it’s cum all over my stockings would be pretty hot, don’t you think?”

“Shit Mom, I am not going to make it much longer,” I admitted, thinking I might come like I did when I started my self-exploration when I was younger, just by touch.

She smiled, “Don’t you dare waste that precious cum.”

The waiter returned with our meals and Mom thankfully relented, moving her foot away. We ate our dinners and discussed non-sexual things like school, Mom’s job, and plans for a summer trip to see the grandparents. If anyone was listening there would be no evidence of our sexual relationship, the taboo sin we were planning to commit very soon.