My Son "allowed" Me to Get Married

**** THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF CURTIS AND LAURIE. An 18 yr old and his 41 yr old mother, who, after having sex, is "allowing" her to marry, Marc, under certain conditions.

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The next morning, I woke up about 730 to the sounds of birds chirping. Looking to my right, my son, Curtis, lay naked as a jaybird, asleep, after the marathon fucking we both enjoyed the night before.

As I moved to the edge of the bed to stand up, I could still feel the pulsating in my vagina, from the enormous monster that invaded my nether regions.

Looking at Curtis, then looking at my disheveled self in the mirror, I silent groaned, "Goodness honey, you did a number on me."

As I stood, my legs felt like Jell-o, my boobs had minor bruises from Curtis mauling them, and I really needed a bath. While walking to the bathroom, some more semen leaked from my quim, as obviously not everything came out last night, saturating my pantyhose I was still wearing at the time.

After an exhilarating bath, I put my robe and slippers on, and, with a minor gait in my steps, somehow made it downstairs without breaking my heck.

After making tea and getting breakfast going, I heard the toilet flush, and the shower go on.

"Im guessing someone worked up an appetite this morning," I figured, with a giggle.

Twenty minutes later, I hear Curtis' heavy steps come plodding down the stairs, and knowing he was in the kitchen, I kept my back turned as I continued stirring the eggs in the pan.

Feeling two hands open my robe and cup my already sore breasts, I let out a moan, "Mmmmm, good morning baby," I managed to say. "Hungry?," I asked.

"Yeah mom, give me a big plate. Your pussy was something else," He bragged.

"Honey," I said, my tenor changing to a more serious tone, "About "mamas' pussy," we need to have a talk about last night; You need to understand, that no one, and I mean NO ONE, can ever know about this; What we did is illegal, and just flat out wrong," I mentioned.

Curtis, cutting in said, "If it was so wrong what we did, why were you encouraging me to continue?"

I then stated,"Honey, women have hormones, sometimes they fail us. When she is having intercourse, we tend to get into it." That being said, I continued, "I just literally got engaged to Marc last night, so I think we need to have an understanding and set some rules."

Curtis, nodding his head, retorted, "Rule 1, mom, you will wear pantyhose and high heels for me at ALL TIMES, not thigh highs, not garters, PANTYHOSE; no exceptions." "#2, he continued, WE will have sex and you will not deny me; I mean after fucking that pussy, its mine now, mom. #3, As long as you do 1 and 2, I'll allow you to marry Marc, but if I tell you to withhold sex from him, you will. Are we understood, mother?," He finished.

"I will accept those rules, as long as we have a CLEAR understanding, young man," I queried, as Curtis puzzlingly looked at me. "My rules are simple," I continued as my tone turned serious. "#1, you WILL accept Marc in my life; That means you will be respectful to him if he comes over for dinner or for a visit. "#2." I continued, "When we are married, we will do nothing when he is here, PERIOD! He will not spend the night as well, ok? So, if you're in agreement with that, then, reluctantly, I will accept your demands"

Curtis, with a smile growing on his face agreed wholeheartedly but looked at me in a curious way," Umm mom, why are your legs bare? I said pantyhose on them at all times."

Sighing, I answered,"Well, for starters, I just took a bath, and secondly, we did not have an understanding in the books, yet."

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So now that we had an understanding, and I could begin making wedding arrangements with Marc, life pretty much settled into a routine. Every chance Curtis had, we were having sex. He would initiate it every time. Before school, after he got home from school, if I was cooking dinner, at night. 3-4-5 times a day.

One Thursday, about a month before the wedding, I had invited Marc over for dinner at 7. That night almost ruined my engagement.

Curtis had come home, furious about something that happened at school, and as soon as he walked in, and before I could say "hi", he was pulling me to our bedroom.

"Push a hole im them mom, NOW!," he ordered, referring to my nylons.

"Honey, I'm expecting Marc over at seven, I have dinner on the stove," I said. "Are you ok baby?"

Seeing the stress and anxiety in his face, I softly relented, "Ok honey, let me turn the stove down low, we have an hour."

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"THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!"

Curtis, holding my legs up, as the headboard was playing a melodic song against the wall, was giving me everything he had.

"Uh! Fuck mom! Uh! yea!" He kept repeating, as he was pounding me on our bed.

Looking at the clock, which was now reading, 6:45, in a panic I said," Baby...,, pl..,pl...please.. hurry.., M,M,M,Marc... will... be.,, here..!"

Gritting his teeth and looking down at me he grumbled, "Shut..the fuck..up!"

Curtis kept on continuing to pump me. When suddenly, clearly obvious headlights, hit the back of the wall of my bedroom, and noticing this I, again, begun to panic.

"Baby!...He's...Here!; Mama..needs..you.. Oh yes!!... to..cum!"

Sensing this Curtis really started slamming into me. The bed springs creaking.

Ungh!Ungh!Ungh! "Cmon baby, come for mama," I quietly said, running my fingers down his back.

"Huh-loooo? Laurie? Curtis? Anyone home?

My fiance, Marc, who must have been knocking on the door, let himself inside, when no one answered the door.

As Curtis was still thrusting, I mouthed to him, "Baby slow down, please, trust me."

So, knowing what I was planning, Curtis slowed his thrusts, enough for me to say, "Up, Up here, honey! I'm not decent, I'll be down in a few minutes!"

Marc, hearing my calls from upstairs, responded, "Oh OK!! And by the way, whatever you are making, I think is burning. I'll take it out of the stove!"

Ignoring him, my focus returned to my son.

"Come on baby, cum in me; Put your baby deep in my womb," I'd softly encouraged.

When, suddenly I felt the telltale signs, after more than four months of sexual intimacy with Curtis, that he was about to unload.

Trying to keep quiet, Curtis bellowed, "Ahh,Ahh, Ahh, fuck! here it comes mom!" As wave after wave of my lovers baby juice, entered my passageway.

For a good couple minutes, Curtis' body was shaking above me, as his spent, completely left his body.

Sensing he was finished, he pulled out of me, "PUHHLOP!"

His now flaccid, spent, penis, left my body.

"Pull your sweats on and get down there, please, honey," I said. "Tell Marc I'm almost finished and Ill be right down."

With that I kissed Curtis, and another ten minutes later, I headed downstairs.

Marc was right, the meal I had been cooking, did burn and so the three of us ended up going to Olive Garden. Curtis, like always, as part of our agreement, was nicer, and even a little more engaging with Marc now.

What Marc didn't know, was the young man sitting across from him, was cuckolding him with his fiance.

After dinner, as we parted ways from Marc, I asked Curtis the reason he had come home from school so angry. He had said he heard some "white boys" at school mentioning my name. Come to find out, how this little old lady dresses now has turned a few heads.

"Dayummm I'd fuck the life out of Matthews' mom," Was, I guess what Curtis had heard, Prompting him to shove them both against the lockers, threatening them with violence he hears it again.

Well, just to assure my son that, actually, it was he, "fucking the life out of" me, As soon as we arrived home, we went right back to our bedroom for a nice long nightcap.

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Here it is, Monday, the week before the wedding, I had taken the afternoon off from work to finalize a few things for the wedding.

I wrote the final check for the caterer, received final word our music will be squared away, and ultimately made my way to my tailor, to try on my wedding dress and finalize the ticket.

I texted my son to inform him I would pick him up from school afterward, since David's Bridal was 1/2 mile away from him.

After squaring away my chores for the day, I was sitting in the passenger seat, as Curtis was driving us home, I informed Curtis that Friday night, was the wedding rehearsal and dinner.

"Sweetheart," I began, running my left hand over his right hand as he was driving. "I want you to dress respectably for the festivities that night ok?; That's why, we can get you into a nice outfit immediately from Mens Warehouse."

We made the detour, got him a nice outfit, that, for a guy of his size, actually looked nice on him. It sure beats sweaters, jeans down to his butt, and Nike sneakers.

Later that evening, as I was changing into my negligee, and sliding a fresh pair of pantyhose on my legs, Curtis was lying on our bed admiring the view when he interrupted, "Hurry up. You spoke too long with Marc; I want that pussy."

Shocked with the boldness of his statement I said, "Honey, please respect me and lessen the frequency of vulgarity, I do not like the vileness you say. You know Marc and I talk a little, before we retire for the night."

Ten minutes later.....

"Baby!! oh yes!! Fuck your mother! Harder honey," I was gripping my lovers forearms as he bore down on the older woman lying under him, my engagement ring shining brightly in the dimly lit bedroom.

Runs had started to develop in my nylons, my high heels still on my feet, desperately grasping my toes, as Curtis, was really starting to get into a rhythm. My inner thighs, already numbing as the 250lb man-child plumbed my insides.

"Just like that baby. Oh God yes," I hissed. "Harder, own your mothers pussy!"

Sweating profusely from his brow, after 45 minutes of our copulation, my lover, my son, finally erupted into my quivering oven.

Pulling out, a pool of semen spilling out of me onto the towel i placed under me, and Curtis was asleep in a matter of seconds after getting off me. Standing up, legs in full Jell-o mode, I waddled to the bathroom. There, I freshened up a little, went pee and rejoined my son in bed.

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Friday morning arrived and after a very long, hectic night of lust filled sex, I trudged out of bed and called to have my son excused for the day from school. The poor boy absolutely wore us both out. The sheer stamina and virility he showed, the power of his thrusts in me, the concentration he was exuding, over and over and over until, finally, after fucking me since, literally after dinner, he exploded in my cunt for the 4th time that night.

Completely drained from the intensity of our session, we fell asleep, dishes in the sink, and an unclean kitchen.

Turning on the shower, looking at the exhausted, haggard looking 41 yr old in the mirror, I said to myself, "Laurie, you cant continue with the volume of sex, hes killing you." Seeing the bruises on my 36C tits, the hickey he left on my neck (that i have to cover up before the rehearsl) and the semen stains permanently left in my pantyhose, I rebutted, "I love him, but i need to talk him."

After my shower, I had dressed for the day and proceeded downstairs to brew coffee and make me some toast, before making Curtis breakfast after he awakens.

I was cleaning the kitchen from dinner from last night, when I hear Curtis coming downstairs. I place his plate of eggs, pancakes, bacon and milk on the table and he plops down into his seat. I continue cleaning the counter and suddenly, "Are you fucking ignoring me?! I turn around, and unsure of his meaning, I said, "I'm sorry, what baby?"

"Are you ignoring me!," he bellowed. "You kiss me every morning before i eat," he reminded me.

Not realizing the error of my ways, I had quipped, "I'm sorry honey. I was just cleaning our mess from dinner last night; You know I dont like a messy kitchen."

I walked over to him, my black 4"pumps click clacking on the wood floors, and kissed him on his lips.

"Thank you for last night baby," I mewed, looking into his eyes.

Standing up, straightening my blouse and skirt, I sighed, "Honey, we need to talk."

I ended up explaining to Curtis how the volume of our intimacy, the absolute urgency, passion, chaoticness and intensity of our love making, and my being 41 years of age, was taking its' toll. I told him I love him, but even Marc is wondeing why I am always lethargic, when he comes over for dinner. I had asked Curtis, after the wedding, if we can lessen our frequency just for a time.

"No!," He said bluntly, recoiling from the concerns I had. "You do remember our "understanding" right?," Curtis reminded me, now pushing his plate away.

I tried to explain,"Honey, I get married tomorrow. Tonight after the rehearsal, it is all about you and me; Alone, in the bedroom upstairs; You wanted me to wear all of my bridalwear, and against my better judgment, I will do that." I continued, "I'm just concerned Marc will become suspicious, if you tell me to continually deny him."

"You dont have to marry him, mom," Curtis said in a probing way. "What we have between us, how is Marc going to please you, the way I do?".

Impatiently, I reminded him, "Listen young man, I'm really getting tired of your blasé attitude with my upcoming wedding; I've done everything you have expected of me, never denied you, and yes, you've held your end of the agreement, and I am grateful." I continued, "But you have to understand, me marrying Marc, is about love, but also to keep any suspicions of our relationship under wraps."

With our differences hashed out for now, Curtis left me alone to tend to washing linens and doing mild chores.

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The rehearsal dinner was to start at 5 pm. I told my son we needed to leave about 4:30 since the venue was about minutes away.

About 4pm, we were in our bedroom, my dress unbuttoned, my tits, unbridled from my bra, and my legs up on his shoulders, the bed was straining from the onslaught Curtis was giving to my pussy.

"Curtis! Oh baby!," As his hips were driving down into my prone body. "Fuck mom! fuck yes!! Curtis yelped, his swollen rod tearing my insides apart.

"Ungh! Ungh,!" I was chanting, my legs locked, by his forearms, next to his head.

"I'm cumming!! Fuccccckkkkkk!!," grunted my son, as his explosion gushed into my womb.

"Oh yes baby, fill your mother!," I said gently, running my fingers up and down his forearms.

Finally, his convulsing body stopped. Breathing hard, sweat pour off both of us, as he lifted himself off me, I said to him," We need to get to the rehearsal.."