Thanks for all of the kind words and encouragement. I'll likely add another 2-3 chapters, depending on the feedback. As with most multi-part stories on Literotica you should read the previous chapter(s).
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Katie Martinson and her son Rick were face to face, legs entwined, nearly dozing in the bask and then waking with a mellowed energy. Both caught glimpses of the other's closed eyes, hearing breath and sighs – Katie's soft, dreamy, Rick's guttural, cheeks blowing out the relieved pressure. Rick loved his mother's curled smile. He'd never seen her so relaxed. It was like seeing her face as young girl, the wear of life and time gone. Both of them were now totally dried by the sheets and the heat of their first fuck.
She stroked his cheek. "I don't think I've ever been this relaxed."
Rick laughed, wondering if this place made them mind-readers, too.
She tweaked his nipple. "What's funny, mister? You laughing at me?"
"Ow! No. It's just I was thinking the same thing." Rick's right hand roamed, rubbing his mother's full ass. "It's like this place is magical or something."
"Well, they definitely know something about all of us here. I bet every couple here is fucking the way we just did. We know about Cyndi and Beau, that's for sure. I can't wait for what's next." Katie came in to kiss her son's lips, palm pressing his face. "I love you so much Ricky. I hope we always have this, each other. This way."
"Me too, Mom. I love you."
"I know that, baby. But... that doesn't change everything, Rick. I have to say this to you. You're still going to see Sandy, or whomever you want. And if I want to be with someone, I'm going to be with them. I never want to lose this, right now, Ricky. You'll always be the first man in my life. But not my only one. And you need to find the woman that going to make you happy. Or however you want to live your life. Do you know what I'm saying?"
Rick moved his hand from her ass, stroking her tangled brown hair. He looked into the depth of her green eyes and felt breathless. This was love - poem love, song love. What people talk about. "I do, Mom. And I really like Sandy and I want, well...yeah, other women. But you'll always be first for me. Always first."
Katie slid over, rolling Rick onto his back. She put her head on his smooth chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Good. And I'm still going to kick your ass when you don't listen to me."
"That's fine. I'll take it out on your ass later."
"Oh, you little shit." She pinched him again and he jolted. They laughed and Katie's hand slipped down. Her son's cock responded instantly, growing hard again. It had felt so perfect in her pussy. Thick but not too thick, big but not too big. Her breath quickened at the life-force pulsing through it. She threw the sheet back, moving down to put the now rock-hard meat in her mouth. She let her spit pool, lips pushing it down the shaft. Katie pulled back and slurped, tongue licking its sides, over the squishy head. Katie moved to straddle her son's ankle, sliding her pussy, teasing it along the bone and muscle.
Rick's hips bucked, wanting to grab her head, fuck his mom's face, it felt so fucking good. But she was in control, hand pushing him down. She grinned, dimples popped. She winked and stroked him, hand so slick and wet. "No. This is MY blowjob, sweetie."
"Aww, fuck yeah. Suck my cock, Mom."
Her head bobbed, taking almost the whole length, popping off it to breathe in, then back down, tickling the back of her throat. Katie's hips rocked on her son's leg, pressing her clit. She moaned, slurping, swallowing.
"Would you like a big cock fucking you right now, Mom. Beau's big cock, smacking into your ass, fucking you while you sucked my cock?"
Katie moaned around Rick's cock, the thought tingling down her spine, juicing her pussy. She popped off the head. "Oh yes, Ricky. I'd love to be fucked while I'm sucking my boy's big cock."
"I can eat Cyndi's pussy, right over my face. Do you want to watch me do that?"
"MMMM." Slurp. "Yes. Baby."
"Beau and me... ah, fuck, yes. We can fuck both of you. You can both..."
Katie rose up and sat on her son's cock, sliding down, into her pussy. She leaned in, belly flattening against him. Her hips rotated and lifted, pussy clenching to milk her son's cock. Her lips near his ear. "You want us to kiss? Me and Cyndi? You want me to eat her little pussy, lick her little asshole and suck her tits, Ricky? Do you want to see Mommy do that?"
"Oh, fuck yeah Mom. I want to see you eat pussy, see you get fucked."
They met for a hard, suckling kiss, tongues rolling. Breaking, eyes open and inches away, Rick was stunned by the intensity in his mother's eyes, hot breath on his skin. Katie marveled at her son's possessed face. Fierce. She wanted to serve him, be taken. Fucked by her man.
"Good, baby. 'Cuz I want that too. I want to watch you fuck Cyndi...and Carmen. I watched you. Watched her big, sexy ass. Yeah? Fuck them good for me, baby."
Katie pushed upward, higher, pussy clenching him, her hands braced on each side of her boy's head. Rick lifted to take her tits into his mouth, sucking, nibbling. Cumming hard, Katie's hips shook as a sloshing squirt of juice sprayed onto her son's crotch.
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With the lowering sun, Rick and Katie walked to the reception. Katie wore a short black cocktail dress, off the shoulder and low heels. Rick in a colored sport shirt and thin, tan trousers. The other couples in the large dining area were dressed similar - lots of color, lots of skin showing on the women, sensually casual. The lights were low; rhythmic, sensual music under the mingling conversation. The stage area toward the back of the room was lit brighter, in a subtle blue, set a few feet above the height of the round tables. Rick noticed a slow roil of fractal patterns on the stage's back wall, similar to the video Rick and Katie watched at home weeks ago.
The waitstaff knew everyone's names, bringing anything requested, mostly wine and prosecco for the Moms, mostly beer for the sons. Rick and Katie saw their own satisfied, well-fucked expressions with all of the other couples. Boys being boys, the women mostly carried the conversations. All of the couples spanned every corner of the country and profession. Katie loved meeting Jill, a tall, dark-haired and athletic San Francisco police detective and her daughter Sasha, a smaller version of her mother with spikey plum-dyed hair, a lip piercing and a full sleeve of tattoos.