Mommy Feels Your Warm Cum

'Dude, you have to watch this video. You will cum, guaranteed.'

'Yeah right. I will check it out.'

I launched the video from my favorite porn site.

*

The video started out with the son skipping lunch to workout.

Workout clips to show his rock hard chest, abs, triceps and biceps garnering the attention of females and males at the club.

Back home, after a shower, he watched the afternoon news before hunger completely took him over.

'Time to check on her to see what's up for dinner,' he said out loud.

He ran up the stairs.

Her door was closed.

As he approached it, voices, more than one.

The voices stopped so he knocked on the door. No response.

He slowly opened the door halfway and peaked in.

Naked, she had a dildo in her pussy, a vibrator moving around her clit and an iPad in her hand.

'Oh my,' he said,

She heard him, dropped the iPad and vibrator.

She was watching a Daddy Daughter video.

She pulled the sheets on top of her.

'Sorry, sorry, sorry, so sorry Mom. O so sorry.' he said.

He turned to walk away.

'Mark, come here.'

She patted the bed next to her.

She sat up, the sheets pulled up to her neck.

He sat next to her.

'Mom, so sorry, so sorry, I should have waited for the OK.'

'Mark, stop it. I was... I was pre-occupied. I didn't hear your knock. I should have.'

She looked uncomfortable.

'Please look the other way Mark.'

'OK,' he said,

With his peripheral vision he saw her doing something under the sheets.

She said, 'Ok, I am done.'

He moved back to face her.

Then he saw the wet dildo on the night table.

It had to be twelve inches long with a set of big balls.

She pulled it out when he turned away.

He wondered how he would measure up to that big stick.

'Mark, the next time, if there is a next time, please don't enter if I don't respond. Text me or call me to get my attention if I am, you know, pre-occupied.'

'So sorry Mom, I get it. I will do that.'

'Come here, give me a hug.'

She moved forward towards him. The sheet dropped down slipping down to her stomach revealing her breasts.

They broke their long hug.

He stared wide-eyed at her breasts. She noticed.

'Oops, sorry Mark.'

She pulled the sheet back up.

'So what's up?' she asked.

'I was wondering what we were going to do for dinner.'

'What would you like to do? You have to be with Dad tomorrow night. So your pick.'

'This sounds boring, but what do you think about pizza and watch a movie in our home theater?'

'That doesn't sound boring at all. Sounds like fun, just us.'

'Sooo?' he asked.

'Someday Mark, you will learn how to order a pizza online.'

'Thanks Mom.'

Back in his room he thought back to the incident. When he was a little aroused. He thought about stroking his manhood. He was ashamed of himself. A son shouldn't feel that way about his mother.

*

After putting on their bed clothes, they settled in to the front row loveseat of their home theater.

The agreed the deep dish pizza was awesome. Mom had a couple of glasses of wine too.

They each chose a film to watch. Mom a 'chick' flick. Him, a Marvel action movie.

His screened his movie first. Credit to his Mom, she never looked bored.

He actually liked her film. It was funny, but had its' sad parts. Several of his favorite actresses in the movie.

In one of the partial nudity love scenes, Mom sniffled, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.

'Are you OK Mom?' he asked.

She held his hand.

'Yes, it's just I missed being in love. I miss having...'

She stopped.

'Mom, I don't know what to say.'

She went silent on him, taking a sip of wine then shifted in really close to him.

'Mark, could you kiss me?'

'Sure.'

He gave her a peck on the cheek.

She nuzzled in close.

'No, like a real kiss.'

He had no time to react. Her lips on his. Kissing him hard, arms wrapped around his back, pulling him in closer to her. His chest against her breasts.

She kept kissing but separated slightly to take his hand and slipped it inside her silk pajama top.

Her hand on top of his, making his hand squeeze her breast.

He broke free of her grip.

'Mom, what are you doing?'

'Just squeeze it, squeeze your Mommy's tit.'

He retracted his hand.

'I can't do that.'

She reacted quickly, moving his hand inside her pajama bottom, pushing it down on her pussy.

'Then touch me Mark, touch my pussy. Put your finger inside it. Help me out.'

She pressed one of his fingers barely inside her.

'Mom! What are you doing? What's wrong with you?'

She pulled her hand out and immediately slipped it into his pajama bottom. She quickly found his arousing penis and pulled it out.

'Let me take care of this then.'

While stroking it she moved her head down towards it.

'I am good at this. Mommy is very good at this.'

Her lips made it down to his cock head before he was able to twist away from her.

He stood up, his cock sticking straight out of his PJs.

She quickly kneeled in front of him and pulled down his pajama bottoms.

'I can do it on my knees if you prefer.'

She tried to grab his cock. With his bottoms wrapped around the bottom of my legs he backpedaled, stumbling, and tripped on a leg chair and fell on his back.

She crawled to him on her hands and knees.

'Mark, just lay there.'

She pulled off her bottoms and straddled his cock. She took it and guided it into her wet pussy.

'Yes, that's what Mommy really wants.'

She quickly moved up and down on his cock. He gave up and let her do what she wanted to do.

*

This was too good.

I applied lube on my cock as my stroking had worn off the first application. Then her dirty talk amped up.

*

'Oh, Mommy loves your cock. Please give Mommy your cum. I wanted my baby boys cum.'

'Yes baby, Mommy is going to cum on your cock. Give Mommy your cum. Let's cum together baby.'

She moved up to the point where she was only working the head. He was beating his fists on the floor grunting and groaning, his head wildly moving back and forth.

'Mommy, I am cumming. I am cumming in Mommy's pussy.'

He screams out, she does the same, their orgasms in sync.

*

Vigorously I stroked my cock, so close to cumming. This is so fucking erotic.

*

He screams out, 'Mommy, my cum is filling your pussy.'

*

That was it, I shot streams up and out landing on my bedsheets. I forgot to bring a towel.

More cum shooting out on me, my cock, my hand.

Man, that was so erotic. I don't remember an orgasm like that before.

My phone rang. Billy.

'So, what do you think?'

'Hot, one of the best porn videos I have seen.' I said.

'Thought you would like it. Did you... you know...'

'None of your business Billy.'

I was not going to tell him I masturbated and orgasmed watching it.

'Ok, well I did. So hot. Did you fantasize it was your Mom riding your cock?'

'Billy, that's crazy. No.'

'Yeah right. Not just a little bit? Your Mom on top of you working that big cock of yours. Your Mom is hot and sexy divorcee like mine. I bet she would welcome your cock in a minute, both are starved for sex.'

'OK, but that doesn't mean nothing, it's not appropriate.'

Billy paused for a minute and said, 'I have helped my Mom.'

I was puzzled.

'What does that mean?'

'She and I... well she and I... you know, uh, together... more than once. On top, on the bottom, doggy...'

'What! You are having sex with your Mom? That's disgusting.'

'Dude, it's not that awful. She needed a sexual release. It had been over a year. I kind of pushed her to it getting her drunk, then showed her some great porn videos. The last one a Mom and Son. That's when she let loose.'

'You are fucking disgusting Billy. i would never do that. Fuck my Mother? Are you crazy?'

I paused. I get it, he was trying to pull one over me.

'Nice try Billy. You almost had me.'

He said, 'I will send you photo, please delete it after you see it.'

Ding. a text with an attachment.

I opened it up and dropped my phone in shock.

A side view of Billy on a bed, his Mom sucking his cock.

I could hear him talking, i picked up the phone.

'... and I plan to show her this video. She is waiting for me. Gonna be a wild night. Once she gets going, there is no stopping her. I have a hard time keeping up with her.'

'Billy, too much information. I am deleting the photo now.'

'Cool, but here is one more.'

Ding. A text with attachment.

His Mom was riding him cowgirl. Her large breasts hanging down so low. His cock visible between them. She was on the upward portion of the plunge. Only his cock head in her pussy.

'Got it?'

'Yes.'

'Look at her tits. Her nipples are so big. I love sucking on them. She likes that too. Hot right?'

Do I tell him that I had fantasized it was his Mom on top of me in the other video? I always had an eye on her, she was hot MILF I used to get off on. I am a little bit jealous that he is actually fucking her.

'Billy, I think we are done. Go fuck your Mother.'

He said, 'Yes sir!'

I hung up. I didn't delete the latest photo. I restored the other one from the deleted folder. Good stuff for masturbating about my favorite MILF.

***

I plopped down on the couch next to Mom.

'What's for dinner tonight?' I asked.

'Mark, we have options! I can cook something, we can go out to eat or we can accept Claire's dinner invitation.'

Oh my god, Claire? Billy's Mom. I don't know. I want to see her and Billy but knowing that she and Billy are... together, it will make me uncomfortable.

'Let's go to that new restaurant, the pasta place.'

'Mark, the reviews are pretty poor.'

'OK, how about our favorite steak place?' I suggested.

'We go there all the time. How about we do something totally different and take up Claire on her dinner invitation. It's been a while since I have seen her. She told me she has a new relationship and wants to tell me all about it. My guess is she has finally found a... partner. She has always been a 'kiss and tell' kind of person.'

'Mom, I mean that sounds good, but that would leave Billy and I to make do while you get... updated. We talk every day already.'

'Well, if we go to Claire's, I will let you drink.'

I can't tell her that Billy and I go out drinking all the time at the strip club. They look the other way when it comes to age as long as we keep spending on the strippers.

'Come on Mark! It will be fun!'

'Ok, but let's not spend the whole evening there.'

'Agreed. That works for me.'

***

Their door opened. Claire and Billy arm and arm.

Claire wearing a short bathrobe, Billy in his tight briefs. No shirt. His erection filling them out. I leak down at the head.

Mom said, 'Oh, are we early?'

She was staring at Billy's erection.

Claire took her arm and said, 'No, not at all.'

Billy whispered in my ear.

'We just finished... standing up. A new position for us.'

'You are leaking dude.'

He looked down at the stain building on his white briefs.

'Shit.'

He split off.

Claire said, 'Dinner will be ready in an hour. Can I offer y'all some drinks?'

Mom said, 'Sure. Mark and I are drinking wine.'

'Be right back. Grab a seat in the living room.'

Mom and I sat next to each other on the couch.

Mom asked, 'What do you make of that?'

'Meaning?' I asked.

'He had a hard on that was dripping, I guess, cum. i saw what looked like dried cum on her leg.'

I lied, 'I guess I didn't notice.'

Mom looked away.

'I think they are having sex,' she said.

'Mom, that sounds crazy.'

'It fits. He is her new sexual relationship. What did he whisper to you? I only heard 'finish.' What else he did say?'

Think fast.

He said, 'When we finish dinner, he needed to show me something.'

'He probably has pictures of them.'

'I don't know. I guess I will see.'

Claire walked back in wearing a short skirt and a loose, unbuttoned blouse.

'Hey you two! You look so serious, let's have fun.'

She handed us our drinks.

For me, Claire bending over low to give me a full view of her breasts.

She looked me in the eye and smiled.

I smiled back.

Billy was back in workout shorts and a sweatshirt. The outline of his cock still visible.

Claire looked at Mom, 'Would you like to help me finish making dinner?'

Mom said, 'Sure.'

Claire said, 'You boys can do whatever you like to do, watch porn. That's Billy's favorite. Right honey?'

She kissed him on the lips!

He reached into her blouse and squeezed her tit.

'Yes Mom, amongst other things.'

She said, 'Naughty boy. You two git!'

Mom was staring wide-eyed, her mouth agape.

*

'Claire, I have to ask you a crazy question.'

She was stirring the pot of spaghetti. Her back to me.

'Shoot!'

'May I be blunt?'

'I love blunt, go ahead.'

'Are you having sex with Billy?'

She kept her back to me.

''Absolutely! I love it! Finally a sex partner that pleases my every need.'

I said, 'Oh god. I was hoping you would say no.'

She turned towards me.

'He is young, well endowed, lots of energy and most importantly eager to learn. He is a blank sheet of paper. I teach him everything he needs to know to please me and... other women someday.'

'I love it! I have never been so sexually satisfied in my life. I can't picture stopping. It is so exciting to try new positions with him. He is willing to do anything for me... for us.'

She stared at me, waiting for a retort.

'Claire, it's incest! How could you fuck your son? How could you fuck someone who you carried inside you and delivered down your birth canal. Now, he is filling it up with his sperm. That doesn't bother you?'

'It did initially when he seduced me, then I convinced myself, there are more pros than cons fucking my son.'

I didn't know what else to say.

She asked, 'Have you and Mark?'

I shouted, 'No! We have not...'

She said, 'He is hot! I saw him in a speedo one time and was turned on. I would fuck him in a minute. As a matter of fact, I have a proposal for you.'

I was silent.

'Would you like to hear it?' she asked.

I didn't respond.

'Okay, I am going to tell you anyway. I propose to lend you Billy for a weekend, if you will lend me Mark.'

She continued, 'When was the last time you had sex?'

I was silent again.

'Come on, tell me,' she urged.

'One year, three months, 20 days and... 22 hours.'

She laughed.

'You need at least a night with Billy.'

'Can we change the subject?' I asked.

'Sure, you brought up it.'

***

Dinner was ready. She called the boys.

Claire setup the dinner on a small cozy square table.

I faced Claire, Billy and Mark facing each other.

The table was so small our knees nearly touched.

It was a great dinner. Small talk about school, TV programs and even current events.

Claire kept the wine coming. I was feeling pretty good.

At first, I didn't notice Billy's hand on my thigh.

When I noticed, i looked at him. He had a devilish grin on his face.

I didn't do nor say anything. He took that as a signal to do more, his hand sliding closer to my pussy.

I knew conversation was going on, but I didn't hear it, my mind picturing his hand moving closer and closer to my pussy.

It has been so long since someone touched me down there, I froze continuing to do nothing.

He used his hand to spread my legs open. I didn't fight it,

Billy's hand now inches from the bottom of my panties.

Frozen still, I didn't do a thing. I should have as he slipped his fingers inside the bottom of my panties touching the outer edge of my vulva.

He pushed on. A finger touching my inner pussy lips.

What can I do? I need to stop him although I like the feeling, the boldness of Billy, the thought of Claire's proposal moving to the front of the stage.

I could move his hand back, but given the close proximity, Claire and Mark were bound to notice.

Should I just tell him to stop which would beg an explanation to Mark and Claire?

Neither good options, so I chose running away.

'Claire, where is the nearest restroom?'

'Same place it has been in. It is in my bedroom down the hall.'

I said 'Thank you' and slid my chair back, Billy's hand left dangling.

It was a nice master bathroom. I closed and locked the door.

I splashed water on my face.

What am I going to do? I can't let him do that again! Although the thought of it was exciting. I am so horny. The wine amplifying those year old buried desires.

And the proposal.

Damn! If Mark was tied into it - no brainer.. I would take Billy to a location and fuck his brains out.

Just don't know what Mark would think about spending time with Claire.

I had a plan. I would tell all I wasn't feeling well. No need to sit at the table.

I walked into the bedroom looking at my watch so I didn't notice Billy standing there.

The bedroom door closed.

I stumbled and more or less fell into his arms, our faces inches from each other.

He whispered, 'Hi' then kissed me on the lips but quickly moving his kisses to my cheek, ear, then neck. All the while his hands resting on the top of my breasts.

As he nuzzled my neck he said, 'You are so beautiful and... sexy. I get hard whenever you are around me.'

He took my hand and moved it down to his crotch.

'See,' he said.

He was hard.

'I fantasize about you.'

'We are in bed. We take turns licking and sucking each other. We have sex in every position, each one of us having a favorite. We cum together, my cum painting your face and wonderful breasts.'

His cock was growing.

He guided my hand up and down on the length of his manhood.

'Feel it growing even more? Picture it deep inside your pussy. Wouldn't you like that?'

I didn't respond to the question, but I was responding to his kisses and touching his big cock.

Billy reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down.

I stepped out of them.

'Take it out,' he ordered.

Oh god! I can't do that. I know what will be next.

When I didn't comply, he pulled his pants and briefs down.

He rested the head of his cock up against my pussy lips.

So close, so close to being inside me.

i looked down. The head was bigger than I pictured.

'Do you want it?' he asked.

I whimpered a 'Yes'.

He pushed the head in, parting my pussy lips, the head entering my vagina.

I draped my arms around his neck to steady us as he pushed it in further.

I continued to whimper. It has been so long.

He was all in. I jumped up to wrap my legs around his hips.

Billy held on as he inched us forward to the bed.

We soft landed on the bed. The thickness of his shaft splaying open my wet pussy.

He said, 'Here we go.'

The thrusts at first slow and shallow, deeper then faster.

What a feeling. The memories of a cock deep inside me rekindled by this 18 year old.

I held tight, his thrusts depressing us into the bed.

I reached down to massage my clit. He moved my hand away and took over so I started pinching my nipples.

He turned into a madman. His thrusts so hard, so rapid so deep.

I whispered in his ear, 'Go ahead and cum in me or pull out and let me finish you.'

The speed picked up.

He was sweating profusely. No grunts or groans. No low key screams, no dirty talk from him.

'Do it Billy, make it good for you. Give me your cum. I want your cum.'

Something was wrong. He slowed down until he completely stopped to roll off of me.

'I am sorry Mrs. Dean. I don't know what happened. You are so sexy with such a great body. You felt so good.'

I cradled his head on my breasts.

My fingers running through his hair.

'It's OK Billy. It's me. I am so out of practice having a great lover like you, someone extraordinary. It's OK.'

I heard him sniffle.

'Billy, it's not a big deal. I suppose you know about your Mom's proposal.'