Author's note: I wrote the first story as a request from one of my sexting buddies. I am neither a son nor a mother, so I wasn't sure how well it would turn out. This story was not meant to have a second part, but you all gave me such wonderful feedback from the first part, I thought I should give you what you want! Thanks for all the feedback, and keep it coming! I love it:) So here is part two:
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I opened my eyes and immediately closed them again. I squinted open one eye slowly. The light was shining straight through the blinds directly into my eye. My room was on the other side of the house so I was not used to the morning sun. Sun glaring in my sleepy eyes was a distinctly less appealing wake up call than the day before. I sighed as I remembered the sensation of waking up to a mouth on my cock. I realized I was already hard. I moved my hand under the blanket to jack off, then I remembered I was still alone in the house with Mom.
We had spent the last week and a half fucking our brains out. I had never met such a sex hungry woman, and it was my own mom! The weirdness took a couple days to wear off, but now it just felt normal to be in a big house with my mom for days and days on end. I had not left the house once yet. Why would I? Mom cooked all the food I could eat and anytime I got the slightest thought of wanting to fuck, she was right there and more than willing to sate that appetite as well.
Just as often as I propositioned her, she would come find me and insist I satisfy her. Thinking about this blissful time made my dick even harder. That and the smell of bacon wafting up from the kitchen made me throw the blankets aside and head downstairs. I didn't bother to put on any clothes and my hard cock bounced as I went down the stairs. Turning the corner into the kitchen, I smiled as I saw Mom standing in front of the stove.
She wore one of my dad's button up shirts with the sleeves rolled up, but nothing else. I could see the swooping curves of her ass under the hem of the shirt. She was tall for a woman so the shirt didn't completely cover her. I felt my mind thickening with the lust I had come to know so well since the end of my semester. I walked straight over to her, put my hands on her hips to slide up under the shirt a little and pulled her tight against me. My hard-on pressed firmly between us as an unspoken invitation. I closed my mouth on her neck and even bit a little, I had come to learn this was a quick way to make my slutty mom wet.
"Mmmmm." She hummed appreciatively as she reached behind my head to grip my hair. "You have to eat something first son, then we can play..." I groaned and flopped down into a chair like a sulky teenager. "No attitude." She said as she passed a plate in front of me. She sat down with her own plate next to me.
As I cut into my pancakes, I could see the slopes of her heavy breasts in the unbuttoned V of my dad's shirt. I couldn't look away as I automatically pushed food into my mouth. One hunger was dwarfing the other as all I could think about was burying my face between Mom's tits while I buried something else between her thighs...
"Honey..." The sound of her voice snapped my attention back to her face. I paused with a bite of pancake halfway to my open mouth.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"We need to talk about a few things." She sounded very serious. My heart sank. Had she decided that what we were doing was wrong and we had to stop? Fuck!
"Your sister gets home in a couple days. We will have to be much more discreet. I know the little routine we have gotten used to the last couple weeks has been... really nice." Here she smiled widely. Then she reached out and touched my bare knee. My skin tingled at the touch of her fingers.
"But..." she continued, the smile fading. "After we enjoy the next few days, I we will have to keep this as a nice memory, OK? Your sister comes home the day after tomorrow and then your father a week later. Elise is only 18. This is too much for her. And your father..." She trailed off with a worried look on her face. I knew she was thinking about the contract. I was pretty sure there was nothing in there about fucking their son in their own bed.
"It's OK Mom. I get it." I couldn't hide the fact that I was disappointed. What did I think was going to happen? My sister would get home and I would just continue to sleep in Mom and Dad's bed? Duh! No.
She sat back in her chair, looking relieved. "Good. Now that that is clear, I have a surprise for you..." A devilish smirk came to her face now. That mere expression made my dick jump and get hard again. I smiled back, waiting for the explanation.
"So, Alan called me this week. He wanted me tonight. Now, that is a tough situation because he is my dom, so I have to come to him when he wants me. I had to tell him that you were home and what we were doing. I had to give a reason to say no." I had a sudden stab of fear at the thought that someone knew what we were doing. Mom saw my anxiety and continued, "Don't worry, he likes the idea. In fact..." she paused for effect she looked excited but also a little apprehensive.
"He has instructed me to bring you with me tonight. I don't know what he has planned, but he is a very imaginative man." I was frozen. I didn't know what to think. I didn't even know what this meant. Would he tie me up and ass fuck me or something? I was not cool with that. I could see the ratio of excitement to anxiety shift more toward anxiety in my mom's face.
"He is completely straight, Honey. He won't touch you, I promise. The thing is, he is very respectful and we always make sure everyone knows what we are and are not comfortable with before we start playing." I was still dubious.
"You have a choice here. You can stay here, you can come and just watch, or you can let Alan bring you into his scene for tonight. Nothing will happen that you are uncomfortable with and we can stop whenever you want. Don't make a decision now, just think about it today, then you can decide later, OK?" I just nodded.
