Asing

All characters are over 18.

I'd love to hear from you. I'd love to know what you think of my stories. I am a novice writer, so apologies for silly mistakes or poor grammar.... etc. etc.

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I looked up at the bedroom door as Nick came rushing in because I screamed.

Just this morning he saw me with my wide open robe. My tits out and my shaven pussy on full display.

Now, my son is seeing me on the floor, completely naked and a large suction cupped dildo shoved deep in my cunt. Unlike this morning when I rushed to cover myself, I didn't have anything anywhere near me to do that. Besides being in the worst possible position, Nick thought I was hurt, so he threw himself to the floor to help.

It was only after he was on his knees by my head, that he figured out what was happening. Knowing I wasn't hurt or worse. Rather I was there trying to fuck myself silly.

"Mom?" What the hell is going on?" Nick asked more calmly than I could have.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." I answered while trying to ball myself up so he wouldn't see even more of me.

Nicked sighed and I couldn't tell what that meant.

"Are you hurt mom?"

"No." I mumbled and shook my head in shame.

"What can I do to help?" My son asked. My mind immediately split itself between the two thoughts. Was he just being a good son wanting to help his mom... or... Was he actually implying on helping me in a more sexual way?

"I'm sorry honey. Can you just go wait downstairs. Please?... We need to talk." I almost laughed at myself trying to be motherly just then. I mean, how fucked up was it to sound that way with a giant rubber dildo in me?

"Sure mom... sure."

Nick stood and left, I swear I heard him giggle just a little as he walked away.

With him out of the room, I moved. Taking my rubber dildo out of me and got up. I looked for my shorts and shirt and remembered that they were on the couch. I was annoyed at that. Anything that kept my focus off what my son and I were about to discuss.

I saw my thick plush robe hanging in the closet, not the silky thin one I wore this morning and grabbed it, putting it on, I tied it up securely. Into the bathroom I went and washed my face. I didn't know if there was any cum on me or not sucking off the pastor.

In the mirror, I saw my face, devoid of makeup. I looked tired and disheveled. My hair was a mess, just like the rest of me. I huffed and resigned myself to what was going to happen next.

Out of the bathroom, through my bedroom door and down the staircase I went. At the bottom of the stairs, I saw Nick on the couch, my earlier discarded clothes and my cell phone sat on the coffee table. I took a deep breath and moved to sit in the lounge chair that was angled but semi facing him.

"Are you okay mom?" Nick broke the silence.

"I'm okay... I think?"

"Can I get you something?" He was being kind.

"No.. I'm fine."

We just looked at each other and I was sure that neither of us wanted to have this talk. I thought he didn't really want to know and I didn't really want to say. But it had to happen. This would be an elephant in the room forever if we didn't.

"I just need to apologize first." I started but didn't know where to take it from there.

"About what mom?"

"Everything. What you saw this morning... just now... everything."

"Mom I.." Nick seemed like he didn't know what to say either.

I waited for him to finish his thought but he didn't.

"What? What do you want to know? I know this is weird but if we don't talk about it... it will be worse." I just put it out there, entirely open ended.

"I don't know where to start.. or what to ask."

"Yeah. I get it."

Looking at each other. We were both awkward as hell.

"I guess I should just explain then... yeah?"

"Okay."

I worked up the nerve to start.

"Friday... you remember our texts?"

"Sure mom."

"You and your sister both joking about me needing to get laid." My stomach dropped a little saying that out loud to my son. "Both of you said you'd help me with Tinder and I was more than a little embarrassed about being so clueless on the subject."

His eyes just stared.

"I didn't want to ask for help. I couldn't... and some things happened to my computer, so I..." I hesitated. Was I really going to bring up the picture on his computer? "I went to use yours."

Nick's face changed. I was sure he knew where this was going.

"I logged into your computer. I guessed your pin and... you should really change the pin." I was headed for it... and couldn't cross the finish line. Diverting to the pin as a way to deflect.

"You saw my computer screen?" Nick barely asked out loud.

"Yeah."

"Fuck."

Neither of us spoke quickly just then. Nick started the conversation again after a good ten seconds.

"I'm sorry you saw that. I don't know what to say."

"It's okay... really it's okay. I just didn't know that... that."

"Well I guess the cat's out of the bag now."

"Really honey, it's okay. I guess I just need to know."

He looked a little down, responding anyway. "What do you need to know mom?"

"Are you gay?"

"No. No... I'm not gay."

"But?"

"I'm pan-sexual mom."

I was confused. I didn't know what that meant.

"I like men and women... and trans. I am just very open minded when it comes to sex mom."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry you had to find out like this."

"I'm sorry I snooped on your computer."

"I don't really care mom, I just need to know you're okay with me being... me?"

"Honey, of course. I don't care what... who you prefer, I just want you to be happy."

"I know mom, I know... but it's not easy telling people that."

I felt so bad for my son. Coming out of the closet as... whatever that term was had to be difficult. I stood up and crossed over to the couch and hugged him. It made us both feel better and we held the hug for a good minute.

"You okay mom?"

"Yeah... you?"

We broke the hug.

"So I guess we're good then?"

"Yes... we're always good. You're my son and I'll always love you."

"I know mom."

I felt like the weight of the world was off my shoulders.

"So why was Jules here?" Nick asked and my heart sank again. I felt like the tables turned.

"Ummm."

We were at arms length still touching each other just a bit.

"Is it what I think?"

I didn't have an answer. I wasn't able to come up with a lie that made sense.

"It's okay if it is mom."

Nick gave me an out. He said he was okay with it. I just wasn't sure that I could admit it.

"If it's what I'm thinking... I guess I'd have say... good job mom. That's premium." Nick sort of chuckled.

"Premium?" I retorted.

"Yeah... like premium gas. Fuck she's hot... and those tits..." Nick realized he wasn't talking to one of his friends. He was saying this to his mother. "Shit.. sorry."

I chuckled at his reaction. I felt more at ease. Enough to open up about it.

"It was... what you were thinking it was. But I think I screwed it up." I admitted.

"How could you have screwed it up mom?"

"Long story."

"I have the time. I'm home for the night. I couldn't stay over Jesse's tonight, he has family coming in."

The unknown "Jesse" friend was brought up and I wanted to find out more. My buzz was long gone now and I needed a drink. So Jesse was put aside for now.

"Can we move this conversation to the kitchen?" I pleaded.

"Sure thing."

Nick stood and put his hand out to help me up. We entered the kitchen and he sat. I on the other hand opened the cabinet with the liquor and pulled out the brand new bottle of Blackberry Whiskey and two shot glasses.

Placing them on the table between us, I commanded him. "I bought... you pour."

"Really?"

"Yeah why not."

"You get mad every time you find out I was drinking though."

"Oh let it go. You're 19, at home for the night and it's not every day I find out my son is pansexual and my son finds out I fucked one his sister's friends."

Even I couldn't believe how blunt I was.

"Just pour the shots already."

Nick did as he was told. We touched our first shots together and we downed them. I made that whiskey face and Nick didn't flinch.

"That's good... What is this?"

"Blackberry Whiskey."

"I have to get me some of this."

He poured out two more.

"Not on my watch mister." I teased. We shot the second round just seconds later.

A little gasp that time from Nick.

"So can I ask?"

"Sure go ahead... if there is ever a night to ask anything... I'd say tonight is that night."

Nick laughed at that and poured again.

"Is my son trying to get me drunk?" I joked.

"I wouldn't mind that." He answered cheekily. His eyes flashed a little naughtiness, and I knew he liked our banter.

"What do you want to know?"

"How on god's green earth did you end up in bed with Jules?"

"Straight to the point are we?"

I downed my third and nudged Nick's glass towards him.

"You sure you're not the one trying to get me drunk?" It was his turn to ask.

"Maybe."

He drank.

I was flirting with my son. I just couldn't stop myself.

"Pour." I chuckled.

"Spill it mom. What happened?"

"I ran into her at dinner yesterday and she kind of... sort of flirted with me. It all kind of took off from there."

"Wow. You know I didn't know you were into women."

"There's a LOT you don't know."

"I bet there is." Nick shot his fourth shot and nudged my glass towards me this time.

Not to be outdone, I downed mine too.

"Well that either makes you bisexual or pansexual then." He informed me.

I could feel the shots start to hit me already. Four in just minutes. Not drunk, maybe even not a buzz, just a bit of light fuzz in the brain. We were drinking fast.

"Well if bisexual is just men and women and pan adds trans. ( I hiccuped and chuckled there) I might be pan, I just never met anyone trans."

"That's not exactly what that means, but close enough."

"I'd be good with anyone I was attracted too."

"Yeah... Your pan too. Like mother like son I guess."

"I'm good with that."

Nick looked at me and looked away like he was suddenly shy.

"What? What's the look for?"

He didn't answer, he poured another round. The bottle was almost empty already, it was pretty low.

"I'm sorry mom... I... can I be honest with you... like you won't judge?"

"Fuck... really? You're gonna get shy now? Say what you got to say. Put it all out there. Don't hold back now."

I could see Nick thinking if it was really safe to say what he wanted to say. If I'd blow up and freak out. Just like Jules when she confessed the whole mommy fetish she had with me. I was feeling good and I wasn't going to let anything break this feeling up.

"Come on Nick... just say it. Whatever it is, can't be worse that anything I've said or done this weekend." My inhibitions were gone again, at least now I wasn't sad or crying.

I drank my next shot and then nudged his forward again. Nick drank.

"You want me to go first? If you can't say what you want to say... I'll go first if that would make it easier for you."

He smiled at me and nodded. Adding, "That would make it way easier."

"Fine... I'll go first." I reached out to pour and almost knocked the bottle over. My son recovered it and emptied the bottle evenly in our shot glasses.

"You look so fucking hot sucking that cock. It made me jealous. And that reminds me..." I wasn't speaking well. "Who the fuck is that woman in the picture? Oh and that cock... Fuck... it looks just like your fathers!" I unloaded completely.

Nick's jaw just about dropped when he heard what I said.

"You're drunk mom."

"Only a little bit." I retorted and used my hand to show my finger and my thumb to mimic the idea.

"So you like that picture huh?"

"God yeah... That's what started my weekend nose dive."

Nick looked confused and I was sure he actually was.

"That woman is Mrs. Peterson... from church."

It was my turn to drop my jaw.

"The cock belongs to her husband. And I have no idea what dad's... dick.. looks like."

I laughed hard at everything he just said. I was trying to remember Mrs. Peterson. I wasn't sure I even knew her, I probably just saw her at church.

"Your father has a great cock. It's why I married him. You don't really need to know that. But I guess you do now."

"Yeah I guess I do now."

I realized I spat out my confession and Nick hadn't returned the favor.

"So it's your turn now. I want to hear what you were too scared to say."

Nick still looked troubled with saying what he wanted to say but he started anyway.

"I guess... well... This morning when I saw you naked... I mean."

I just watched him try and find the words. He still didn't want to tell me.

"What? You hated what you saw?"

"No, god no.. I... loved it."

"Come on, I'm your mom. I'm old. Nothing like the girls your age or... Jules. I wish I had her body."

I remembered Jules body and her cumming over my face and I shivered.

"I just couldn't stop thinking about you today."

Every woman loves hearing that. I smirked and pushed my flirting a little more.

"So that means you liked it then... yeah?" My mid western upbringing came up with the silly accent on "yeah?"

"Yeah. I know it's weird but.... you have such a great body!"

My mind was spinning. He was admitting he thought my 46 year old mom bod was sexy. I was his mom. And he liked what he saw. Just like Jules. Maybe my son had a mommy kink too?

"Thank you baby." I was a bit shy then but needed to hear more. " So your saying your mommy turns you on?"

His eyes were wide. I watched them drop to the cleavage in my robe. Almost as if he was trying to see through it.

"Can I tell you another secret?" I kept prodding, hoping to break him even more out of his shell.

"Please."

"Jules called me mommy. She wanted me to be her mommy."

I said it like it was an atom bomb. Sadly, it was an atom bomb that didn't explode the way I thought it would. I saw Nick's face. It didn't change.

"I was thinking that. When she called you mommy this morning."

"Oh."

He smiled at me with that devilish grin.

"I think that's.... pretty damn hot."

"Oh really."

"Yeah... I guess Jules and I like the same things."

I was getting turned on even more.

"Sweetheart, can you get the other bottle of whiskey?"

My son stood and walked around the table to the cabinet that held the liquor. My eyes immediately picked up the site of his huge cock tenting out his grey sweatpants.

When he bent down to retrieve the whiskey, I turned my chair to face him and pulled the two shot glasses close to me. He stood with the bottle and turned to me on an angle. Still a bit shy, trying to hide what couldn't be hidden.

"Come here. Bring it over to mommy."

He followed my instructions, holding the bottle down at his crotch attempting to hide his erection.

"Pour"

He had no choice but to move the bottle that was blocking my view. I didn't take my eyes of his tented pants as he took each glass, centered them and poured into them. He picked both up off the table and held one out for me.

"Thank you baby. You're so good to mommy."

I took the shot and downed it.

"Your turn."

I looked up at him as he took his. We both put our glasses down on the table. He was less than a foot away from me and I swear I saw his cock jump.

Every part of me wanted my son, especially my pussy. Fucking Jules as her "Mommy" opened my mind up but could I actually fuck my real son?

"I think I need to go to bed." After I said it, I wasn't sure what I meant.

Nick was standing there, his very large cock throbbing and bouncing in his grey sweatpants. Neither of us saying what I think we both knew and wanted. Our conversation went pretty far. Our drinking went even further. Yet... neither of us would say what we truly wanted.

"Let me help you to bed mom. You drank a lot."

He reached out and helped me off the chair. I wrapped my arm into his and Nick walked me to my bed.

Standing next to it, in my plush robe. He let go of me to finish the journey. As my son turned to leave the room, I slipped my robe off and sat on the bed. The lights went off and he just stood in the door facing away from me.

"All good mom?"

I moved my sheets and slid under the covers.

"Cold.."

He turned to see me fully covered.

"Need a cuddle to warm you up?" He offered.

My inhibitions were very low but still there. I needed an excuse and he gave me one.

"Would you?"

In the almost complete dark, I imagined him smiling at the opportunity but I couldn't see anything but a dim silhouette. I tried to focus on him.

When my son got next to the bed, I could see enough movement to tell he removed his shirt. I heard the clunk on his sneakers being discarded and then I was sure he took down his sweatpants.

Nick lifted the covers and slowly got into bed with me. I felt the bed move just a little and him shimmy his way towards me. His right arm grasped my side and he closed the gap. Wrapping his body around me.

Everything was clear to me. I was sure of what was happening. There was just no way to say it out loud.

Facing each other, my head against his shoulder and chest, barely above the sheet line. Nick slid his left arm under my head as a pillow. My tit's pressed on his belly and his very large, extremely erect and completely naked cock pressed into my torso.

My son held me close.... sharing his body heat with me to fight the coldness of air conditioned soft and silky cotton sheets.

So tenderly, Nick shifted his head and kissed my forehead.

I wanted nothing more than to attack him and make him use me. Instead, I rolled my body to be my son's little spoon.

Positioning my body to be sure his massive cock nestled into my ass and the arm that was over me held my chest.

I didn't put his hand on my tits but that is where it ended up.

If there is perfection in this world, just then may have been it for me. Or as close to it as I could hope for.

Ever so slightly I felt my son push his iron rod just a fraction of an inch and release.

It may have been involuntary or completely on purpose. Either way, I let out a soft moan to let him know that I felt his movement and it was welcome.

A second grind was just a bit more lengthy, with a little extra pressure. He pulled back again and I shivered at the feeling of his cockhead on me.

Another five seconds passed without him moving. I expected him to continue his motions but he ceased.

His cock flexed and pulsed. I felt him throb and thought he may be stopping himself from cumming.

It was my turn to push my ass onto him.

I didn't move just a fraction or even just an inch. I purposely raised and lowered my bottom over his cock. I pushed back hard enough to be very clear where I wanted him. For him to continue his motions.

I heard a groan of pleasure and my sons breath get heavier.

"Mom?"

I repeated my hip motion.

"Are you sure?" He inhaled deeply. "Mommy?"

I thrust back again and covered his hand on my tit, making him truly squeeze my breasts.

I grunted. It was the best I could do.

Nick understood.

I couldn't tell you how he moved or what he did in that next few seconds. Just that his lips were on my shoulder and his hand that just held my tits was now lifting one of my legs.

His huge hard dick was between my legs. He didn't try to enter me but I felt his tip, right at the entrance of my dripping wet mommy cunt.

"Mommy. Tell me it's okay."

I never wanted anything more than this.

"Fuck mommy! Please fuck mommy!"

I felt my pussy spreading and the thickest cock I've ever known enter me inch by inch.

"Ughhhhhhhhh." I couldn't stop my guttural release.