Jessica and Caleb have a unique mother/son relationship. They are loving son, doting mother and longtime kinky lovers.
WARNING!
This story contains incest, anal sex, lesbianism, bisexuality and probably a few other kinks and perversions. If
ANY
of these offend you, move on!
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The strident sound of the doorbell pulled 30 year old Caleb Moore from a sound sleep. Groggy, he sat up in bed and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He fumbled in the darkness for his cell phone. The display said it was 2:30 am. "Who the fuck is that," he grumbled?
The bell rang again as he sat up on the side of the bed. "Okay! Okay! I'm coming," he yelled at the door. Since he usually slept naked, he grabbed his mid thigh silk robe from the back of the overstuffed chair in his large bedroom and tied it loosely.
He stretched, his hands above his head, as he made his way from his bedroom with its waist high walls, through the open plan living area of his lakefront home to the front door. He half expected who it was. Still, he sighed with resignation when he opened the door. His mother was leaning on the door sill preparing to ring the bell again.
"Mom! What the hell? It's 2:30 am!"
Forty eight year old Jessica Adams swayed drunkenly as she blearily eyed her tall muscular son. His skin had a light permanent tan, the result of having a White father. She pushed past him in a miasma of Creed Royal Mayfair perfume, gin and the faint odor of marijuana. Her Oscar De La Renta classic sheath cocktail dress in a gradient ombré hugged her full hips. It was sleeveless with the hem stopping fashionably just above the knee. Her matching strappy 4" CFM heels clicked unevenly as she stumbled across his hardwood floor. Her carefully manicured toe and finger nails were painted a pearlescent pink.
Ruefully, Caleb shook his head as he watched the soft sway of his mother's hips as she moved past him and into his living room. He marveled at the miracles a Brazilian butt lift, breast augmentation and other surgical nips and tucks did for his mother's body and face.
Her D cup breasts and round sensual ass were proportional at 38". Her 28" waist gave her an overall hourglass figure. Her triangular face was smooth and unlined with wide set eyes, and fashionable bee stung lips. Typical of her Creole heritage, her complexion was coffee latte... with lots of latte!
"I just left him! He just doesn't understand me darling."
"Who doesn't understand you?' Caleb followed his mother as she walked over to his bar.
"Sergio! Who else! I need a drink!"
Jessica, never Jessie, had a penchant for young men with foreign sound names. She collected them like she had her three husbands. They were like accessories to finish off a designer dress as she made the rounds of the cocktail parties, charity events, and the other activities of the idle rich. Her wealth was the result of generous settlements with her ex-husbands.
"Mom, you don't need anything else to drink!" He leaned over and inhaled. "Or smoke! Where is Sergio?"
She sat at the bar and crossed her legs unladylike with one ankle on her knee. She wore black patterned nylons. He caught a glimpse of mauve lace panties. Around her son she dropped her sophisticated airs. She became what she was: a bayou urchin with a huge sexual appetite and a magnet for wealthy men.
"Sergio? OH! Sergio! I left him at a cocktail party! He just doesn't understand me! Fix me a dry martini! Nobody makes them like you do!"
"Mom, the last thing you need is...!"
"Please, baby, please!" Jessica pouted using her little girl voice. She scooted forward on the stool, her arms extended. Her dress road up, barely covering her nether regions.
Caleb sighed, stepped between her outstretched arms and embraced his inebriated mother.
"I'm going to call you an Uber and send you home!" He broke the embrace, stepped back, and pulled his cell phone from the pocket of his robe.
Jessica slid off the stool. Her dress slid up around her waist. Caleb paused dialing. He could see her lace sheer panties covered a bald pussy.
"When did you get rid of the landing strip?"
"Do you like my pussy bald?" She held the hem of her dress up with one hand and pulled the gusset of her panties to the side. Her butterfly labia gleamed wetly. "I decided to get a bikini wax!"
Caleb stopped dialing and walked over to where his mother stood leaning against the barstool. He cupped pussy, his index finger slipped between her folds. He wriggled it around then took it out, stuck it in his mouth, sucked her juices off his fingers then offered his finger to her to finish. With a lopsided drunken grin, Jessica took her son's finger in her mouth and sensuously sucked it. Their eyes were locked on each other.
"Mom, you know I just love your pussy!"
"Mmm! You naughty boy!" She leaned forward and cupped her son's cock through his robe, running her open palm over it. "Now fix me that drink!"
He sighed and walked behind the bar. He poured gin into the shaker along with ice. Caleb looked at his mother leaning on the end of the bar. Her dress was still up around her waist, her butterfly pussy lips gleaming wetly. He smiled at her, whispered vermouth over the shaker, stirred it and poured her drink.
"While you drink that, I'll call an Uber for you."
Jessica took a sip of her drink. "Aww pooh! You're no fun! Why can't I stay here tonight?"
"Mom, that would be the fourth time this month. You're practically living here."
She looked at him and smiled. "Would that be so bad?"
"Yes, it would! We agreed years ago to live our separate lives. Lately, I've become your booty call! Every time you get drunk, or break up with a boyfriend or both, you come here and we fuck."
Jessica walked behind the bar. She sat her glass on the bar, stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around her son's neck. She was barely 5' 2", fully a foot shorter than her 200 pound son. "You don't like fucking your mother," she simpered.
"Mom, you're an incredibly fuck! I love everything about sex with you. But you can't just wander in here, fuck me and go back to the flavor of the moment. I'm tired of being a stand in for your boyfriends."
Her hand slid between them. She pushed aside his robe and took his cock in her hand. She stroked it slowly. Jessica stood on her toes and kissed him passionately, her tongue outlining his lips. Caleb gently pushed her away.
"You know you're the most important person in my life." Jessica tried to kiss her son again.
"Mom! Stop it! You know you know where this always leads."
"I won't mind! I love the way you pound my pussy!"
Jessica sank to her knees. She smiled up at her son as she pushed aside his robe and took his cock in her hand. Using both of her hands, one just above the other, she stroked it slowly, her fingers unable to touch around it. Still looking up at her son, she pushed back the foreskin. Slowly, with exquisite patience, she licked the length of Caleb's cock from his balls to his glans and back again. Her tongue was almost prehensile, grasping and turning around its girth as she made love to his tool. She treated it like a large chocolate all day sucker, running the flat of her tongue up and down its length. She savored its familiar taste and feel. Each time she reached his glans she puckered her lips and lavished it with kisses, tonguing the slit. She sat back on her heels, still stroking his tool.
"Do you like it when mommy makes love to your cock?"
He grabbed a handful of her hair and roughly pulled her head back. "You know you're the best cocksucker ever." His cock was streaked with her bright red lipstick. Her lips glistened wetly with her saliva and his pre-cum.
Shocks of pain and pleasure coursed through her body. Her cunt pulsed. "Better than that red headed White bitch you've been dating?"
He released her hair. Jessica swayed drunkenly nearly keeling over as she knelt on the floor in front of him. Her large chest heaved. A sheen of perspiration covered her face giving her a wanton look. There was no doubt he loved her and she loved him.
However, he decided their on again off again affair had to end. It prevented both of them from moving on with their lives. Tonight was as good as any to tell her.
Jessica leaned in and blew her warm breath lightly on his wet shiny cock, sending shivers up Caleb's spine. And then there was that! The sex was incredible! It always had been.
She took the first two sensitive inches of her son's cock in her mouth. She bobbed slowly, her lips, applying light pressure to the nerve packed area around his glans. His moans and the tremors of his body told her she was pleasing him.
His hand resting on her head, Caleb looked down at his mother's head bobbing slowly on his tool. Her eyes were up cast, watching him, her lips puckered around his dick. Her cocksucking skills were incredible. Long ago, she taught him how to suck cock. Back in the day they often they shared cocks and pussy.
He recalled a few years back when they took a life style Caribbean cruise. They met the Kranes, Amelia and John. They hit it off immediately. John and his wife were bisexual like Jessica and Caleb. For most of the cruise they swapped partners. He still had incredible memories of 69ing with John, his mouth full of his amazingly large cock, while it spewed a seemingly endless stream of cum into his mouth. On the same bed his mother and Amelia noisily ate each other out. The contrast of his mother's coffee with cream complexion on Amelia's pale freckled skin was astounding.
He looked down at his mother lavishing his dick. He was not sure what he enjoyed most, fucking her or watching her being fucked. He remembered holding his mother's hand as he fucked Amelia while John fucked Jessica next to him. After he and John came, they swapped. Caleb licked Jessica's pussy clean while John did the same to his wife. The taste of another man's cum in his mother's pussy was a heady nectar he never got tired of drinking. Long ago, he realized in addition to being mother and son, they were sybarites. They loved the hedonism of unrestricted sex.
"Fuck! You had better stop before I cum!"