Nick was 28, supposed to be happily married. Although his wife Linda was sweet and understanding, there was a lot that was lacking in his sex life. His wife could not satisfy his strong sex-urge.
Yes, he was unfaithful to his wife. But all his flings were casual. "I cannot help myself," he reasoned, "I know I am over-sexed. I am like an addict, needing the daily fix." He needed variety and he indulged in all kinds of sex acts regularly, including gay sex, to satisfy his insatiable sex-drive. That was his secret life. From the time of his high school days, he knew he was bi. He loved sucking on long, hard, thick ones. He loved the taste of cum in his mouth; to feel it running down his face. It also felt great to be sucked by a guy, much better than a blow-job by the female.
His mother, Rebecca, was only 17 when Nick was born out-of-wedlock. He never knew who his father was and never wanted to find out. His mother gave him a lot of love when growing up and that was all he wanted. She married his step-father Norman when Nick was three years old. He simply ignored him and still does. And Nick cared less. Norman was a workaholic and it appeared his first and perhaps only love was his work. He provided for his wife and step-son a comfortable home and a good lifestyle. So, Rebecca stuck-on to him but found sexual fulfillment outside marriage.
Rebecca was an attractive woman. Her 36" breasts, with a slim waist and wide hips made her irresistible to hot-blooded men, including Nick. As a teenager he used to spy on his mother through a slit in the bathroom door while she showered. His eyes were always fixed on her huge boobs, while he vigorously rubbed his erect rod while watching his naked mother. Rebecca always wore figure-hugging, low cut dresses. Nick used to make it a habit to rub against her tempting round boobs, making it look like it was accidental.
Yes, Nick found his mother sexually attractive and fantasized seducing her and fucking her. But they have remained only fantasies..
One day Rebecca unexpectedly called Nick on a Sunday night. "Hello darling, it's me," she said. "Mom, are you OK, your voice is blurred. Have you been drinking," Nick asked. "Well, yes. But I am not drunk. I can still think. Norman is out of town on some business matter; his been away for 10 days and as usual I am all alone. Can you come over to spend the night with me," she cooed, "I need some one to talk to. Otherwise I think I will go mad."
In fifteen minutes Nick was at his mother's door step. Linda never made a fuss when he told her that he was going to his mother's place, which was close-by. She knew how much Nick cared for his mother.
Rebecca opened the door and hugged her son closely. Mother and son were very close. Her long dark hair was disheveled and her face was flushed. She was wearing a light blue shirt reaching up to her knees and it was obvious there was nothing underneath. The top buttons of the shirt were undone up to the point where her breasts parted. Nick sneaked a glance at her as she bent to sit down, exposing her huge hanging boobs under the shirt. He found that he was getting a hard-on. He was wearing a pair of long shorts and a T-shirt, as it was summer and rather warm even in the evening.
Nick crossed his legs, one on top of the other, as he did not want his mother to see the bulge between his legs, as he sat opposite her. Rebecca's shirt had climbed up when she sat down, exposing well-rounded creamy, long thighs. She was bare-footed. Rebecca sat back comfortably, with her feet slightly apart, she did not cross them, and started running her hand through her long hair, while sipping her drink.
