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NOTE: ALL PARTICIPANTS ARE CONSENTING ADULTS OVER 18 YEARS OLD.
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It was nearly six o'clock in the evening, but even after an hour of merciless pounding, Inga Dowling's depraved craving for her son's muscled body and his sweet, sweet cock was undimmed.
Dinner was at six thirty on the dot.
Every evening.
It was what Rick Dowling, her husband of 20 years, insisted on since their first year of marriage.
No changes, no surprises.
Well, no more surprises anyway.
Not after her first (and last) one.
That had been the only time she had deliberately fooled her husband.
But no more since then.
And she had kept to her vow.
Well, right up until Casey's seventeenth birthday, last year.
When his lithe, teenage frame flooded with hormones and he started showing the results of the punishing schedule of gym, football drills and even more weight lifting.
Casey had gone from a well developed, slim built teen into a solid bulky manly frame. One she had furtively lusted over as he approached his eighteen birthday.
Rick had taken Casey on a 'men only' camping trip on the weekend of his birthday.
Casey had returned with a noticeably closer bond to Rick who had encouraged him to start calling Rick by his first name.
This worried Inga no end.
"Don't stress out, mom." Casey had chuckled when she protested one morning at breakfast.
"He's a young man now. Gotta let him be independent. Show him he's growing up." Rick had smiled, giving Casey a good natured pat on the shoulder.
Rick had explained to Inga how he and Casey talked about 'man stuff' on the evenings the men both stayed up, sprawled out on the couch in the basement TV room.
Rick frequently urged her to go to bed, kissing her goodnight as she made her tired way upstairs.
Rick often did that; spending time with Casey, strengthening their bond, often last thing at night. Sometimes Rick left Casey's room first thing in the morning, slipping out to return to his wife's bed quietly at dawn.
Inga had secretly been pleased at this turn in events.
Rick thought Casey was his.
Only she knew the truth.
She knew that night of high school debauched passion with Brad and Rick had left her pregnant; but it was with Brad's baby.
And Brad had been sweet on Amy, well, apart from using other girls as casual fuck toys. So he was definitely not interested in fathering children outside of that relationship.
So Inga had been forced to made plans.
She had told no-one after Brad had frowned but said to her that he would take care of it. As if she was o more than a lost parcel that had been sent to the wrong address.
Inga chose to take matters into her own hands, luring a beer softened Rick to sleep with her again, then telling him she was pregnant.
With a hurried marriage soon afterwards the only fear that had plagued Inga was that her child would give her away, with a set of piercing grey eyes and raven hair.
Luckily, although Casey had the same grey eyes as Brad, he has his mother's fair hair colouring and smooth lithe body so no one questioned his parentage.
Not until puberty.
But puberty came on thick and fast, Casey's body bulked out, looking like a fair headed version of his high school football idol, Leo Mitchell.
And the illicit feelings she'd had for his biological father had grown and transferred to her son.
Which brought her mind back to her writhing body - to where she was now.
Pinned under her son in her own bed.
Fucking her son in the same bedroom she shared with her husband.
Her tanned legs, pinned straight up in the air by one of Casey's thick arms against his torso, his other hand pressed hard against her toned lower stomach, making her feel every inch of his thick eight inch cock as he pounded her pussy relentlessly.
"Unnnnnnng! Ah, oh mom! That's it. That's it. This is fuckin' awesome. You fuck so good!"
Casey's breathless grunts made Inga moan as she tried and failed to arch underneath him, tossing her head from side to side, her thick blonde waves thrashing on the soft pillow.
His veined, thick cock thrust harder and harder into the soft pussy beneath him as he pressed his feet against the bed's padded headboard for even better purchase.
"That's my lovely boy. My good boy. That's it. You fuck mommy so good. Take your mommy's pussy... own it. You're such a good boy for your mommy!"
Casey's mother was half delirious with lust, feeling the familiar tightening of her body as her legs lay against Casey's toned chest. Her toes curled, her fingers digging into the soft cotton sheets, her voice urging him to thrust harder, deeper.
Rick would be home soon.
Mr 'No deviations' from the plans -or weekly meal schedule.
So she needed to make this quick.
Casey released her legs, spreading them to look down and watch his cock, glazed with his mom's pussy juice, as it shuttled deep, in and out of his mother's slurping pussy.
Casey looked up finally smirking at his mother's face, eyes squeezed closed in ecstasy.
"Yeah. Oh fuck. Eyes on me, bitch." He commanded.
Then, when Inga's frenzied gaze stared into his intense grey eyes, he snarled, "Who owns this cunt? Who fucks you like the cum whore you are?"
Inga flinched but responded "You, baby. You do. I'm your slut. Your whore. I'm always wet for you. It's yours baby. All yours!"
Casey released her legs, leaning forward to rest on his elbows, sliding his hands under her shoulders, gripping them hard as he chased his release.
Inga moaned urgently as she stroked Casey's shoulder length mane of thick, bright blond hair. So bright, like her own corn silk soft tresses.
She kissed his shoulder, sliding her lips across and up his neck, gathering and pushing the waves of his hair to one side on his broad muscled shoulders, so she could press her flushed face against his sweaty neck, inhaling his musky smell and rubbing her face against the short, soft, buzz cut hair on that side of his head.
"Mommy let's her lovely boy fill her up like the stallion he is. Mommy spreads her legs for her own son, cos she needs this. I really really need it..." She panted, muttering, writhing with wanton urgently underneath her nineteen year old son.
There was a reason she had insisted Rick convince Casey to attend the local university.
And this was it.
Sneaking around Rick, to service his mother secretly whilst her husband worked and paid the bills was such a turn on.
