All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
The house was quiet when Nick entered, silently closing the front door behind him. He crept into the kitchen. The stairs to the basement were as dark as the rest of the house. His dad must have gone to bed. Nick was about to do the same when he heard his mother clearing her throat in the living room. He changed course, not sure if he was in trouble. He was technically allowed to go out Friday nights, but he had left without telling anyone.
"I saw you outside with her, Nicky." Kate felt a bit giddy. This was a moment straight out of her fantasies. She tried to reel it back in. It was no time for fooling around, not with her husband upstairs.
"Oh ... well ..." Nick saw her reclining by the bay window. "With Maggie?"
"Of course. Unless you were spending time with some other girlfriend." Kate's lips curved in a faint smile.
"You and Maggie are my only girlfriends."
A quick shiver moved through Kate's body. Her vagina flooded her panties. He was pressing her buttons. "Don't talk like that with your father home." She beckoned him over. "So, what were you and Maggie up to?"
Nick breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't going to have to lie to her directly. Even so, he hated the omission. "Like, you want a play-by-play?" Nick sat next to her and felt her hand on his thigh.
"I would have thought you'd had enough for the day after what we did." She suddenly wished her bottom wasn't so sore. "But you weren't satisfied? You had to go to Maggie for more?"
"I thought you just said not to talk about it with Dad -"
Kate put a finger on his lips. "Sometimes I have trouble following my own rules. Tell me about tonight."
"Okay." Sitting in the dark, feeling her weight against his side, he told her about his time with Maggie. He left out the parts about Enki and his sister.
"She spit your stuff out?" Kate curled her lip like Nick was describing something faintly disgusting.
"You ... um ... must have spit when you first started doing that." Nick squirmed in his seat. Despite all they'd done, he was still uncomfortable talking about sex with her. "I mean ... Maggie's eighteen -"
"You're eighteen too, sweetie." Kate leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "And I've seen you drink my stuff straight from my pussy."
"Yeah ... good point." His dick had done yeoman's work that day, but even so it began to swell again. "You said 'pussy,' Mom."
"I've been hanging out with a dirty-mouthed teenager." Kate giggled and moved her hand up his thigh. She could feel his hardness growing. "Even after everything that's happened to you today, you still want more. Is it because she spit? Do you need someone to swallow?" She slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
"I don't
someone
to swallow
,
I need
you
to swallow." He could see her expression go slack in the lamplight that fell through the window.
"How is it you always know just what to say?" She pulled his pants down, followed by his underwear. A rich, earthy aroma rose to her nostrils. "You smell like sperm, Nicky." She inhaled deeply. "You're ripe with the cum your girlfriend refused to swallow. I love it." Her hands held the base of his penis, it was still sticky. She almost swooned. "The cider frau cares for all in her orchard." Kate's bad German accent reappeared. She bent lower and took him into her mouth, moaning at the taste of the cum his girlfriend had left for her.
"Wow ... Mom ... Maggie can only get the head in her mouth ... but you can get the whole ... ugh ... thing ... down your throat." Nick put his hand on the back of her head, feeling her take him with long, urgent strokes.
She gurgled and moaned as she worked. "Gggggghhhhhhhhh ... mmmppppphhhhhhhh." She forgot that they were right in front of the window. She forgot about her husband. She forgot about everything but making her magnificent son cum one last time on that monumental day.
"I'm ... going to drown you ... in cum ... Mom." Nick pushed on her head a little, guiding her rhythm.
Kate's body shuddered. Her vagina was a waterfall.
"I'm going to ..." Nick stopped when a light turned on upstairs.
Feeling her son's sudden tension, Kate pulled her mouth off him with a slurp. She was breathing hard. "What is ... it?" But then she saw the light, too.
"Katie? You down there?" Fred called from out of sight.
Mother and son froze, her hands still on his dick. They both stared toward the staircase, waiting for Fred to appear.
"Katie?" Fred called again.
Nick nudged his mother and quickly pulled up his pants. "Say something," he whispered.
"Yes, dear. I'm ... here." Kate was still panting, searching for the right words. Somehow, she didn't think that Fred would handle the truth well.
Sorry dear, I was just sucking off our son in a competition I'm having with his girlfriend. Go back to bed so I can finish him.
That wouldn't work. "I couldn't sleep, so I was up when Nick got home." She looked at him. Half-truths often made better lies than those cut from whole cloth. "He slipped out with his new girlfriend tonight, and I was discussing it with him."
"Good for you, Nick. That Maggie is a hottie." Fred's voice echoed down the stairs. "Don't grill him too hard, Katie. Give the boy some privacy. I'm going back to bed."
"Good night, Fred." Kate put her hand to her rapidly rising and falling chest. "I'm supposed to be teaching you about responsibility. That was dumb. I'm sorry, Nicky."
"My fault, too." Nick's heart raced. If his dad had walked down those stairs, he was sure there would have been trouble.
"I'm your mother. I need to protect you from these sorts of mistakes. I need ..." Her hand moved back to his lap. "You're still hard."
"I can't help it."
"Well, here's our chance to be smarter." She stood and pulled him to his feet. "Let's go to the bathroom and lock the door. He won't ever know." She walked slowly out of the living room.
"Um ... okay." Nick followed her. Soon, she was sitting on the toilet, deep-throating him again. Nick watched her pretty face twist while she moaned and hummed on his cock while his idiot father was upstairs. His old man was probably wondering why she was taking so long to debrief him about his date. When he came, she gripped his hips tightly and gulped it all down. It was a perfect day. As his mom freshened up bent over the sink, he watched her round ass through half-lidded eyes. Maybe something they'd done had satisfied Enki's last riddle. He'd solved one before by accident. It would be nice to finally be rid of Enki. Nick thought he could handle his life on his own from now on.
Kate gargled some water and spit it into the sink. She turned toward him, her face freshly washed. "Are you going to stand there with your thing hanging out all night, or are you going to take a shower? I can't imagine what you'd smell like tomorrow without one." Although she did try and imagine it.
