I wouldn’t deny myself; there was no reason to deny myself. I wanted what Milla had. I wanted to be fucked. And Todd was here to fuck me.
And, at the prospect of fucking my son, fucking him over and over, fucking him morning noon, at-night, fucking him in the house, in the car, when his father was at the office or at home, a spasm shot through my cunt and a massive climax tore through my body, devoured me, electrified my skin.
“Aaaaaaaahhhhhh…..Ah! Ah! Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh. Ugh, ahhh, ugh, ugh, oh ffffuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.”
I jerked wildly, my cunt clamped clasped clinched, his balls contracted, and he came, and he kept coming, pouring waves of himself inside me, inundating me with cum, marking the place he’d been conceived, the place where he’d been born, knowing I’d never say no again.
We stumbled backwards, knocked over the ironing board, fell on the bed. I rolled to my side, moaned in disappointment when his cock pulled out of me.
“You okay?”
It was my husband. Was he coming up the stairs? No, his voice had echoed up the staircase, his tone more polite than concerned.
Carefully modulating my voice, I said, “Yes dear, why do you ask?”
“I thought I heard a crash.”
“Sorry Dad, that was me. I knocked over Mom’s iron.”
“You up Todd? Sleeping late after a date with a college girl? Be careful with the iron, you don’t want to hurt your mother.”
“Wouldn’t think of it Dad.”
I rolled into my son’s arms, kissed him, and said, “You can fuck all the college girls you want, as long as you leave enough for me.”
* * * * *
We lay there awhile, enjoying each other’s bodies, but I had things to do. I kissed my son, went to the bathroom, combed my hair, put on lipstick. I smelled of Todd, but when next I stood by my husband I wanted to smell of Todd, have his sweat on my skin, his seed inside me.
Downstairs it was halftime. My husband turned to me. “You okay, you look flushed.”
As a drop of my son’s cum slithered down my leg I touched my cheek, as if curious, and said, “I feel fine. I’ve got to go shopping, Pam’s coming for dinner. I figure we’ll eat about 6:00, so you can catch the late game.”
“That would be great, thanks for being so thoughtful.”
My son came down the stairs, stood next to me, squeezed my ass.
I said, “Just trying to be a good dutiful wife…,” leaned into my son, kissed his cheek, squeezed his butt, “…and mother.”
“Son, wanna watch the game?”
Todd looked at me, I nodded my head.
“Sure Dad, William and are I going to hang with Marco, but I got half an hour, but first let me walk Mom to the car.”
“You do that son.”
In the driveway Todd and I exchanged a long steamy kiss. I wondered if Milla was watching.
* * * * *
After dinner Pam and I were standing in the driveway.
“Mom, you’re in a good mood. What’s up?”
What’s up, my lovely daughter, is that your brother fucked me twice today, finishing up about thirty minutes before you got here, that’s what’s up. He’s even better than you said he was. You’re damn right I’m in a good mood, best I can remember.
That would be fun to say, but, on second thought, probably shouldn’t.