A family trip to the cabin uncovers some taboo secrets

“It needs to be…” he started, “to get the…” he paused looking at me. “It needs to be fat, so I feel it…”

I got down on my knees so that his dick was at my face. I slid the toy between his thighs, and pushed the head back into his asshole. I immediately felt him take it, deep into his rectum, his hole pulling it back in, taking ownership.

“Oh god that feels good…” he moaned, and jerked his hips, causing his cock to hit my lips.

I tasted his salty precum, and I couldn’t resist. I slid my mouth over him, taking my son’s head deep into my face. The ecstasy filled my every vein.

“Mom…”

I paused and looked up at my boy, his dick hanging out of my mouth.

I stared at him, his eyes locking on mine. I kept my face still as I massaged his shaft with my tongue.

I moved my hand up to his asshole and grabbed hold of his toy. I worked the steel in and out of him, as I felt his dick thrash into my closed mouth.

“Ugh…” he moaned.

I felt his cock pulsating on my tongue, so I rotated around, putting pressure on his shaft. I ran the tip of my tongue up around the head, tracing him, until I got to his piss-hole. I tongued him… tasting the sweet nectar… with a tinge of salt.

“I’m gonna cum…” he said pulling off of my tongue.

I grabbed back at him, holding onto his balls and cock. He spasmed in my hand, and like a drug fiend needing my fix, I took him back into my mouth.

His cum was good. It hit my inner cheek, tongue and back of my throat, as he shot load after load.

I continued sucking him as he went limp in my mouth. I looked up at him, his meat pouring out through my lips.

I reached behind him, grabbing at the steel plug. I pulled it, freeing it from his hole. I dropped his dick from my mouth, and tasted the soiled metal toy.

“Oh god…” my son said, and his dick flinched.

I looked up at my son, shame suddenly crossed my face. Steven saw it immediately, and bent over grabbing his briefs and pulling them up, covering himself.

I stayed there frozen, unable to think. Unable to focus. I was humiliated. Not by my son, but for my son. How could I do this? What had gotten into me? I wasn’t myself… I couldn’t be. Not me, the sweet loving, nurturing mother. I had become someone else entirely.

I felt my son’s hand grip mine, and I managed to regain focus. I looked at him, into has eyes right as he pulled the steel toy from my hand.

My god, I can’t believe I licked it and was still holding it.

“I’m sorry mom.”

I watched as Steven walked to his laptop and closed it. He left it where it was and walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

I felt my lip quiver and I bit it, holding back my tears.

I got up from my knees, and walked to my room. I didn’t know who I was, and how the rest of our lives would continue. I was exhausted and defeated. I laid down and I was out.

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I woke up to the sound of crunching snow. I managed to pull myself up out of my slumber, and look out through the bedroom window. It was Roger’s truck coming up the long drive.

I grabbed some sweats and a jacket and hurriedly put them on. When I made it downstairs to the loving room, Steven was standing there looking out the big picture window with a cup of coffee.

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