“Okay,” I said. “Do you need some Pepto-Bismol?”
“Sure,” she said desperately, anything to make me go away, as Paul pulled out, spun her around and instantly splattered her face with cum, although I couldn’t see anything because of the fucking angle.
I quickly grabbed the Pepto-Bismol from my bedroom and returned a moment later. Paul had moved away and my phone was now showing me a cum covered Laurie. Fuck, that looked hot.
I knocked on the door again, “I have the Pepto.”
Paul shoved his cock in her mouth for a few seconds.
Not cutting her any slack I asked, “Laurie?”
Paul pulled out and she said, “I’m okay, I’ll be down in a couple of minutes. Just need to clean up.”
“Um, okay,” I said, sounding confused. “I’ll be downstairs.”
“Okay,” she answered, before taking Paul’s cock back in her mouth.
I returned to the kitchen and turned the volume up. “That was fun,” Paul said, as he pulled out.
Laurie stood up and said, as she scooped a big wad of his cum off her face, “I was terrified.”
“And yet you obeyed,” he said.
“Did I have a choice?” she asked looking into the mirror.
“You always have a choice,” Paul shrugged, grabbing a towel. “But the choice is always between my cock or not my cock.”
She sighed as she began to wipe away the evidence, “And I’ll always take your cock.”
“I know you will,” he smiled. “Be back here at three for your DP.”
“Here?” she asked her eyes going big.
“Yeah, Mom is going to an afternoon movie with some work friend,” he lied. “Won’t be back until seven as they are going out for dinner afterwards.”
“Oh, okay,” she nodded.
“Now get downstairs before Mom gets suspicious,” he ordered, slapping her ass hard.
“You’re so bad,” she said, shaking her head.
A couple minutes later she was back downstairs, and we finished our coffee. I didn’t push her any further. Instead I envisioned what was going to happen later this afternoon.
Once she left, I headed out… I had some toy shopping to do.
…
I went and bought a strap-on, some handcuffs, a wall dildo, some anal lube, and a new vibrator called a rabbit. But it was the strap-on I was most excited about as I planned to DP her with my son.
So at three-fifteen, still dressed in a sundress and thigh highs, a garishly coloured shopping bag sporting a ‘Pervs Я Us’ logo in my hand, I slyly opened my front door. Paul had texted me when Laurie arrived, promptly at three.
If he had followed through with his plan, right now she would be on my bed getting fucked… blindfolded.
I crept silently into the house, stripped except for my silk pull-ups, pulled out a strap-on and headed to my bedroom… almost feeling like a kid on Christmas morning. Before I had learned about incest and talked to Kennedy I was just a prim and proper lonely mom. Now I was a son fucker and about to have lesbian sex and a threesome with him. Crazy, but true.
I stopped at my open door as she begged, “Oh God yes, fuck Mommy with your big fuck stick.”
“You’re such a dirty Mommy-slut,” he said, as he pounded her from behind.
I’m not going to lie, it was pretty hot. Laurie was naked except thigh high stockings and a blindfold.