Chapter 2 - Sarah's visit
It had been almost a month since I'd discovered those "interesting" photos my son Jack had taken of me while I was unconscious -- the totally incapacitated state I get into when I have more than a couple of drinks.
That meant it had also been almost a month since I pretended to get drunk to see if he would do it again -- and I discovered it wasn't just his camera he got handy with while I was in an alcohol induced coma. I had intended to start waking up early on, but when I had left it too late, I was left with a decision: either I revealed that I was awake and knew what he had been doing -- which I feared might ruin our close relationship forever -- or I played along to see where it all lead.
It lead to me having my beloved 19 year old son's nine inch cock thrust down my throat, up my pussy and deep into my ass. It lead to me swallowing his cum and moaning like a whore. It lead to me realising that he had probably done this to me many times before, and that in my unconscious state I had enjoyed it immensely. Worse - it lead to me enjoying it immensely in my conscious state.
To be frank, my son Jack had given me the fuck of my life.
Now, 27 days later (but who's counting) I had avoided having a drink. I told myself that I didn't want to get drunk because I didn't want to tempt Jack. The truth was, if I was going to get fucked, I wanted to know about it. It seemed to me that Jack had fucked me many times, but I'd only gotten to enjoy it once, which was hardly fair.
But now, 27 days later, I really, really, really felt tempted to ... um... tempt Jack again. Just one more time. After all, I may be 42, but I have needs. And there's only so much pleasure a girl can get from a cucumber, no matter how big it is.
So I prepared another bottle of light coloured apple juice, poured it into a wine bottle and it mixed in a little wine -- enough to make me tipsy but not catatonic -- and settled in for a night of "watching TV" with Jack. I showered first, and settled onto the sofa wearing just a light gown -- nothing underneath -- while Jack sat in an armchair. Then I started drinking my wine.
By about half way through the movie, I was down to the last glass. I felt a little light-headed from the wine I had mixed in with the apple juice, but I gave Jack the impression that I was ready to go over to my usual state of total unconsciousness. He looked across and smiled at me, and I smiled back in a dreamy way -- if only he knew what I was thinking!
I drained my glass, closed my eyes, then let my head fall back on the sofa.
Jack looked across. "Oh, mom...you really shouldn't drink."
Looking through one slightly parted eye, I waited for him to come over to me. But he didn't move. Disappointing. My pussy was quite wet in anticipation, but Jack just sat there, watching the TV.
And then there was a knock at the door.
Now, that was a little tricky. I hadn't expected a visitor. I could only hope it wasn't someone for me. I'd either have to keep playing my role of zonked out drunk, which would be embarrassing, or reveal my fakery to Jack, which could be worse -- he'd see right through my charade.
I heard a young female voice. It was Sarah, Jack's girlfriend.
As she came into the room, she saw me on the sofa, apparently asleep.
She whispered: "Oh...you're mom's asleep."
Jack laughed. "You don't have to whisper. She's had a bottle of wine, so she won't hear anything. You could stick pins in her feet and she wouldn't wake up."
Sarah was surprised. "Really?"
Jack reassured her. "Watch."
And he pinched me. He actually pinched my arm quite hard. It hurt. But I managed to stay silent.
That impressed Sarah. "Wow, she really is dead to the world."
After that little bit of torture, they snuggled up together on the armchair, watching the end of the movie. What could I do? I just kept pretending to be asleep, hoping I wouldn't get found out.
But then Sarah started to giggle.
"Jack... I can see your mom's pussy."
And so she could. All prepared as I was for a night of incest, I was wearing no underwear or pyjamas. And now the fold of my gown had fallen away a little to reveal my bushy lower region.
Jack laughed too. Sarah couldn't take her eyes off me.
"It's a jungle down there. She's got a great bush, your mom."
Jack agreed.
"Yeah, it's pretty cool."
That made Sarah look at him curiously.
"Do you like her bushy pussy better than my shaved pussy?"
Jack put on a show of thinking deeply.
"Well, I'd have to see them side by side."
Sarah giggled again.
"She'd wake up..." but then added, showing interest in the idea, "woudn't she?"
Jack reassured her.
"No. I carry her to bed all the time. Nothing can wake her. Nothing."
Sarah seemed suddenly excited by the idea.
"Could we do it? Could we compare our pussies? You could take a photo of them."
She was actually giggling with anticipation.
Jack smiled.
"Yeah, let's do it."
And they did. Through one half open eye, I saw Sarah taking off her clothes while Jack went to get his camera. And soon I was seeing the bald pussy I'd seen on jack's computer -- but now it was there right in front of me. I must say, it was a very pretty thing. Smooth and soft, with her slit looking so delicate and beautiful. Her breasts were much smaller than mine, but lovely and perky.
A moment later I felt Jack's hands pulling my gown off me. Sarah was concerned, but was also quick to return my silent compliment.
"Careful don't wake her. Oh, she's got lovely big breasts."
A moment later, Jack had me in a sitting position on the sofa, and Sarah snuggled up alongside me so we were sitting hip to hip. Jack started taking photos. First we had our legs closed. Then Jack opened my legs and Sarah did the same. More photos. Jack was getting excited.
"These are great shots. What else can we do?"
Sarah seemed to be full of ideas.
"Maybe we could lie our mom flat on the sofa, and I could get on my knees on top of her... then you can take photos from behind, with our pussies almost touching.'
Jack agreed and the new position was quickly arranged. Now Sarah's naked young body was hovering over me. As Jack clicked away on the camera, he told Sarah to move lower. Soon I could feel her nipples on my breasts...and then her pussy touched mine.
I felt a strange tingle. I moaned softly.
In fright, Sarah jumped off me.
"She's waking up!'
Jack laughed. "No she's not. She does those kinds of things in her sleep. I think she's having sexy dreams."
Sarah's eyes widened. "Really?"
And then she looked at my pussy.
"Oh! I think you're right."
She leaned her face close to my pussy.
"Her pussy's wet."
Then things started to get interesting.
"Touch it. See what it feels like."
It was Jack, imploring his girlfriend to explore his mother. And his girlfriend seemed quite keen on the idea.
"Can I?"
But she didn't wait for an answer. Her fingers were soon parting my pussy lips.
"Oh, wow. I've neve seen another girl's pussy so close. Now I know why you guys like them so much. It's so wet."
And with that, she slipped a finger inside me.
I moaned. Sarah giggled. And slipped a second finger in. Jack took more photos and egged her on.
"That's great. Keep going."
And she did. Soon she had three fingers of one hand working deep inside of me. Then the fingers of her other hand started working on my clit. She had the knowing touch of a woman, stroking me firmly but gently. It was heaven. And then she flicked my clit with her tongue. I moaned louder.
Sarah giggled. "Look at me -- I'm licking pussy!"
Jack kept pushing her on.
"Put your legs over my mom's face. Give her your pussy... let's see what she does."
So now that sweet bald pussy was directly over my mouth, wide apart, while Sarah's tongue worked on my clit. She lowered herself directly down onto me. The temptation was too much -- my tongue shot into the inviting crack. Sarah took in a sharp intake of air.
"Oh! She's tonguing me!
Jack rushed around to photograph the scene. Sarah started sucking my pussy hungrily, and I responded by doing the same. She was grinding her hips down on me, while pushed mine up at her. I had never even thought of having sex with another woman -- but then, I'd never thought of having sex with my son either. Sarah's pussy juice was dripping into my mouth, and se was slurping up every drop of mine. It was amazing. My moans grew louder, and they were joined by Sarah's moans.
It was all too much for Jack. He threw off his clothes and pulled Sarah's head off my pussy. She resisted, but he was desperate -- he wanted her mouth around his cock, not on my pussy. She took him almost begrudgingly -- I felt let down as well -- but watching his girlfriend and mom in a 69 position was more than he could bear. He was so excited that he came in her mouth after only a few seconds.
"Ohhhh...Yeahhhh."