I couldn't think at work. The sex video of my son and wife played nonstop in my head all day long. It got so bad, the tension in my balls was excruciating, causing me to lock my office door two different times so I could masturbate. I felt pathetic and miserable. How could I be stimulated by what was certainly a crime against nature? It was a violation of our marriage vows at the very least. I couldn't stop myself. Watching her being fucked by my 19 year old son, his cock in his mother's pussy, hit something deep and primal in me. She also appeared to be instructing him, more maternal attendance to his education? I could imagine that any woman he would be with from now on would benefit from Jenna's stewardship of his sexual education. I couldn't wait to get home. Of course I would have to check on the video feed, but I couldn't imagine they would have another encounter so quickly, especially since I was on my usual schedule. I decided to call it an early day, lack of sleep was contributing to my to my inability to focus on anything but Jenna and Taylor.
I knew I needed to talk to Mom but had to wait until the afternoon since I had work first thing in the morning and my Dad was still home when I left. Finally, I was home. She was very upset when I went to bed; I had to make sure she was o.k. I searched the house but eventually found her in the backyard, lying on a blanket under one of our big trees.
"Mom! Are you o.k.?" I just blurted it out.
She sat up, leaving her sunglasses on. "Yeah honey, I'm doing o.k. Why do you ask?"
"Because I thought you were going to fall apart last night, right before Dad got home. You must've held it together in front of him. I didn't hear anything like a nuke go off." I tried to smile.
She laughed softly, "Yeah, I got through it. I think I went numb. So don't worry baby."
"Well I am worried. I don't want to hurt you. If this is bugging you so much you're getting hysterical, then we have to stop. I love you Mom." I held my breath. What if she said we should? I went too far too fast. What an idiot. I didn't want to stop, but, I guess, I really didn't want to ruin her life either.
"Darling, right now, I'm kind of tender. Yesterday, you were all I wanted. But then, like I told you last night, the guilt and self-hatred started to sink in again. Baby, what we're doing is wrong. I keep letting it happen, hell, I ran to you, that's more than letting, that's pursuing you. How many times can I say it to you and to myself? It's wrong. You're my son. What in the hell am I doing? You're adult, but since I'm your mother, I feel I might've manipulated you into this." She stopped and inhaled.
"NO! NO! I wanted this too. You can't take all the blame. I wanted you. I raped you mother, that was ALL my fault. I'm still not sure how I'm going to live with that. For right now, I just don't think about it. But no, I did this too." My voice was rising.
She looked alarmed and scanned the yard, "Shhhhhhhhhhh!!! We can't take a chance of your voice carrying."
"Ok." I whispered. "I did do this too. I wanted to, I had to."
"Well, that's nice of you to try to take it on your shoulders Taylor, but I'm the real adult here and your mother and I shouldn't ever have had sex with you."
"I'm almost 20. I'm not a little boy mother." Damn that hurt. I know what she was trying to do, but I'm an adult too. I wouldn't let her make me the little boy in this. "Look at me mother. I'm a man. Not your baby boy."
"Oh darling, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I don't know what I'm doing right now. I know what I think and what I want to say, but I can't allow you to take on this burden alone and I share the greater part of it." She looked down, but I could see her jaw was drawn. She was close to crying.
She held out her arms, "come here sweetheart." She held me in her arms. I wanted to take away her pain. I knew what would stop it, full on, if I said "never again". I'd already said it and sort of meant it, but I wasn't willing to give it all up yet by saying it again. As she held me she starting to shake. In this condition, weak and crying, I couldn't help it, I felt protective of her and dammit! I was getting turned on. Jeez! What kind of a perv was I?
I held Taylor and quietly wept. What torture this was. I wanted to protect my son, but I wanted to partake of him as a man. To my horror, as I sat there, I was getting aroused, how could I? Here I sat crying over my pain and yet, I could feel a buzz in my pussy. What a depraved woman I am. It couldn't be denied though, I was feeling stimulated.
As if on cue, Taylor moved his head back, tilted my chin and kissed me. Deeply, thoroughly, lovingly, heatedly. I responded with all I had, for about 2 seconds. "NO! We can't. Not again."
"Mom, I love you. If you don't want to, I won't push. But if I get to decide, I want to."
Blown away by the maturity of that statement, I had no will of my own anymore. I surrendered to him, laying back, beckoning him.
In an instant, he was on me. I lost track of time from there; like a fever had taken hold of me, burning but leaving me in an altered state, all was lost in a fog of desire and love. I was undressed before I knew it, my son's eager face between my legs, hands on my tits, massaging and kneading, pinching my nipples. Tongue lapping at my clit, just like I taught him, then almost inhaling it through his lips. Wave after wave of bliss crashed over me as I orgasmed time and again, one after another. Sometimes I doubted it had stopped at all for it seemed as if it was one long climax. I was transported and suspended all at once. I called his name as I bucked into his face, holding his head tight. Stopping, looking up into my eyes, his handsome face so intense, flush with emotion, he jumped up on his knees. His cock entered me hard and sharp. As I lay on my back legs in the air, my ass on his knees, hands pulling my hips onto him, I came quickly and again, it never seemed to end. "Oh God, Taylor, I'm cumming!" I couldn't think, only feel. He didn't cum that way himself. Releasing me, he laid down on top me.
"Good Mom, cum. Cum some more for me." I lined up on her pussy and lay down on her body and shoving into her in one stroke to the end of her. Oh God this was better. I couldn't control myself. I drove into her, hard, fast and without mercy. Her ass, against the ground, didn't give an inch. I had to give her more orgasms. She hadn't cum like this before; I wanted to give her that ecstasy over and over. I kept fucking as she kept cumming, each one turning up my own heat, til I couldn't take it anymore. I came like a fountain in her, my cock pumping my semen into my mother, gawd that was a hot thought. Slick and noisy, I kept it up, she came two more times, until my dick was so sensitive, I had to stop.
As soon as I hit the door, I shouted to Jenna and Taylor, to let them know I was home, but the house was quiet. The door had been unlocked, her car and his in the driveway. Walking quietly through the hallways; no sounds, no Jenna, no Taylor. In the kitchen, I could hear something like voices, coming through the patio door, but it wasn't talking. Stepping quietly out the threshold and into the garden, I heard, "Oh God Taylor, I'm cumming!"
I backed up, unsure where they were, I wasn't ready to reveal myself to them yet. I ducked and listened carefully for the direction her moans had come from. Then, "Good Mom, cum. Cum some more for me."
It came from the direction of the big tree deep in the backyard. I'd be able to see them if I used the planter box walls for cover. I calculated they weren't paying too close of attention to anything as she was cumming. I crawled along the wall to the corner and peeked around it. There they were, naked, lying on a blanket. I was overcome with lust as I watched him fucking her into the ground, my cock stiffened immediately. Her utterances were almost continuous, peaking as she came again and yet again. How could he hold out that long? I would reach my own climax in short order and I was only observing, not participating, but then Taylor came too, I could tell by his short jerking strokes and his body was rigid, though he kept plowing her as she came once again and still one more time.
They lay together, him resting on her for a long while, while she stroked his hair and face. I couldn't see their faces, my angle of vision was about 45 degrees, from the side. My cock was still firm, even though I had relieved it twice during the day. I wanted to masturbate again, to have a release while I thought of them, or better, watched them. Conflicting thoughts kept rising though. This was very low, to be getting off voyeuristically while my wife fucked our son. Did I want them having what was essentially and affair, under my nose? Even though, as far as they were concerned it was behind my back.
I sat there on the grass, concealed by the planter, paralyzed to the point of inaction. Then I heard it. Movement, a giggle, a laugh then cooing. "Taylor, that was wonderful. I love you honey."
Even if they started again, I knew I better get up and leave. I was formulating a plan.
As we lay on the blanket, Taylor played with my tits. Sucking the nipples, biting them lightly, teasing them into hardening. It gave me goose pimples and I had to laugh. Even though I was enjoying myself with him, I had to wonder, what was I doing? I couldn't keep this up. The longer I allowed it to go on, the worse it would be when we would have to stop. I knew he loved me, but he was in danger of falling in love with me, if he hadn't already. It would hurt him terribly when we called it quits, because that was the direction we were headed no matter what. I pushed that out of my head and greedily indulged myself with him. His play rekindled the heat in both of us. His cock rose once more against my leg. I spread mine legs, beckoning him to mount me once more.
Mom had perfect tits. Though they weren't firm and pouty like the girls' boobs I'd sucked before, they were soft and sensuous. I loved how she laughed while I goofed around. I could play with them for hours, teasing, sucking, stroking and biting them. My dick was getting hard again. I would have to fuck her. As if she read my mind, she spread her legs and pulled me toward her again. As much as I liked the penetration I got with her on the bottom, I wanted her to sit on my tent pole. Wiggling on it and riding it like horse. The way she moved her hips, practically sucked the cum out of me. "No, I want you on top, Mom." I grabbed her as I rolled onto my back, pulling her up on me.
"AH! Hahahahaha! Ok, if that's what you want honey. I'll do the work this time."
