Author's note: Wouldn't you know it? I ended up writing a second part. What's can I say? You stroked my ego, you kinky, kinky people. The response was even better than for my first two stories and you deserve to have all the love you've given my work returned back to you.
This story contains some elements of non-con, BDSM, and interracial sex. I hope you enjoy it. Here's part 2 of "Playing Games".
Good Morning
Laura woke up slowly, with one of Jimmy's arms draped across her chest. They had slowly drifted apart from their spooning during the night, but they'd remained touching each other in one way or another. She smiled and gently moved his arm. Her head was pounding. The hangover was going to be brutal. She turns over in her bed and sees James is still soundly asleep on his belly, looking nearly catatonic. She sits up and simply stares at him for a few moments, noticing all the marks she left on his back.
He'd asked for it. She remembers that much. At some point in the night, between orgasms, she had asked him to fuck her ass. When he was inside, she wrapped her legs around his waist and begged her son to cum inside of her. He had picked up the pace and begun working his cock into her. The sensation was overwhelming. It'd been so many years since she'd gotten fucked, and even more since she'd taken a cock up her ass. She was tight. The mix of pain and pleasure felt almost virginal. She loved it. That's when she sank her nails into his skin. He had hissed as she raked his back and upon hearing the sound, she'd relented.
"Don't stop. I like it... do it, mommy. I like it." he'd said. She remembers being struck by how much they both enjoyed rough sex. That had been established last night during their game, but knowing and experiencing it are two different things. She did as he asked and really clawed at him, hoping she didn't go too far. Obviously, 'too far' was very relative. She saw dried blood on some of the marks. Part of her wanted to reach out to her little boy and take care of him, and yet another part wanted to wake him up and have him fuck the hangover out of her.
Laura decided she was better off getting up and making breakfast. She had no clue how he'd feel about having sex with her last night, now that neither of them was drunk. She had no clue how she felt about it either. She knew it was fantastic, remembering how many orgasms she'd had. She knew it'd been as loving as it had been rough. She knew he'd enjoyed it too. But the morning after can be a different story.
Getting up on shaky legs, Laura puts on her bathrobe and goes to the bathroom. She considers taking a shower as well, but decides that as grimy as she feels, she's also too hungry to do anything about that at the moment. She makes her way to the kitchen and finds the bottle of wine they'd emptied still on the kitchen island, standing there like a culprit who is proud of its crime.
"Fuck." she mutters to herself, realizing how much they'd drunk. A 6 pack and an entire bottle of wine was more than enough to have her making some thoughtless choices. Obviously, it was enough for Jimmy as well. She looked at the clock and saw that it was 11:30 in the morning. The day was slipping by. She had plenty of reason to regret how much she'd drunk, but figured that was mostly because it had led to fucking her own son. In reality, she knew she deserved a night of excess here and there. In reality... she didn't regret fucking her son, either. She just hadn't expected the excess to involve sex, much less with her baby boy, but as bad as she knew she should be feeling, the only thing that was really bothering her right now was the hangover. Try as she might, every time she thought about the sex they had last night, regret was the last thing that she felt.
As she cooked some eggs and bacon, she kept thinking about last night. They'd said things to each other during sex which no mother and son should ever say to each other. He'd called her awful, degrading names. She'd given herself over to their pleasure and willingly set no limits as to what he could do to her body.
This was not the behaviour of the kind of woman she thought herself to be. She was kinky, of course, but not... a pervert. Or so she thought. Even now, knowing that all her aches and pleasant soreness was due to Jimmy's cock using her holes, made her wet. She was his mother and yet she'd happily let him fuck her all night.
She decided the best way to handle the situation was to face it head-on, with the same honesty and understanding which they had shared in the bathroom before she'd taken James into her bed last night. He was likely to feel as confused about this as she did at the very least, but if Laura were honest with herself, she didn't want to feel that guilt. She certainly didn't want James to feel it. Part of her hoped he'd be as okay with it today as he was yesterday night.
After food is done, she puts their plates together and brings them back into her bedroom. James is still asleep. She sets their plates down and gently wakes him up, caressing his hair and softly whispering.
"Jimmy. Jimmy, baby. Wake up for food, sweetheart." he groans in his sleep and begins moving a little.
"Come on, baby boy. I made breakfast." she says, and kisses his forehead. She decides to lay down beside him and continues to pet his hair as he wakes up.
"Hrrrmf... mom?" he says groggily. "What time is it?"
"It's almost noon. I made eggs and bacon. You should wake up, baby."
"Fuck... my head hurts." he says, closing his eyes again.
"I know. Mine does too. I'm gonna go get us something for that. You just sit yourself up and eat, okay? I'll be right back." Laura says and slides off from her bed. She looks over at James as he sits up. He looks back at her, sleep still in his eyes.
"Thank you, mom." he smiles. She smiles back and goes find something for their headache. She brings some orange juice to wash it down with. By the time she's back, James is wolfing down his breakfast. She joins him and they sit silently, nursing their hangover and enjoying their food.
James looks at his mother occasionally. She feels his eyes on her and pretends not to notice. This situation already feels weird enough without more eye-contact.
She hasn't brought him breakfast in bed since he had the flu a couple of years ago, and he hadn't spent the night in her bed since he was little.
As they finish, James stands up from bed and grabs her empty plate from her. He's still naked and she can't help but look him up and down, but awkwardly looks away when she sees his flaccid cock. Something about how casual he is about his nudity right now feels... wrong.
James leaves with the dirty dishes and returns quickly. Laura pats the bed beside her, inviting him to sit back down. Before he does, he looks around the room.
