It really is true that the filthy rich are different from the rest of the world. We can do what ever we want, be who ever we want and we can fuck whomever we want.
My name is Leslie and I'm the daughter of old Southern money. I did four years of riotous behavior at Ole Miss, just because Daddy was willing to pay for it. My main interest was men, not marketing, and I snagged a go-getter in the business school by the time I was a junior. We married right out of college, then moved around a little bit with his work before settling down in Dallas, where we bought a big house on a secluded lot in an upper-class suburban neighborhood. Early in our marriage, I worked a few jobs, mostly department store sales, but since coming to Dallas, I haven't had to work, which leaves me a lot of free time.
Robert is one of these A-types who works hard and plays hard. Robert's business frequently takes him out of town for extended periods of time, which means we both spend a lot of time alone. Our relationship has never been monogamous, and we have a very open sex life, which is a good thing, because I have a ravenous sexual appetite. Ever since I was a young teenager and discovered the wonders of sex, I have loved to fuck, any time, anywhere. We tolerate each other's little side affairs -- no, we relish them -- because we know that when we do get together, we'll spend hours in bed retelling them to each other. We just know not to throw them in each other's face. Robert is really a nice, funny man, once you get past the gruff exterior, plus he's great fuck, always has been, and so am I. We're very comfortable with each other and with our lives.
You could say we do occasionally flaunt our affairs, and that is when we meet for orgies with our sex club. Then it's anything goes, and I mean anything! As time has passed, and I've reached my early 40s, I've found that those parties pretty much scratch my itch for strange cock, although I do spend a lot of time with my next-door neighbor and best friend. Rita, a petite redhead, was widowed suddenly when she was still in her 30s, and was left with a ton of money. She's probably 38 now, and we pal around all over. We get together four or five times a week, either for lunch or to go to the gym, and most of the time we end up in her bed or in her den having sex.
It was during one of those sessions that she triggered something I had tried for a number of years to suppress. As I said, I'm in my early 40s, a little taller than average, with straight blond hair that I wear shoulder-length. Three days a week at the gym, plus careful eating, have kept me trim, and I have a nice all-over tan. My tits are a 34C, just plump enough to really grab onto, but not enough to sag, so that they still stand up on their own, and they are tipped with nice little pink nipples like pencil erasers. I keep my pussy shaved completely, because it looks better and tastes better.
And that pussy was getting a serious workout one afternoon in late spring, when Rita, between licks and kisses, told me a story about an encounter she had had a couple of months ago. I was splayed out naked across her sofa, with Rita on her knees between my legs, also naked. "Do you remember that orgy I was telling you about awhile back?" Rita said, as she came up for air. "Well, I didn't tell you who was involved." The redhead had an evil twinkle in her eye as she looked up at me, and I down at her. "So who were the lucky contestants?" I asked, as Rita began swirling her tongue around my clit. "Well it was more a gangbang than an orgy, and guess who was the ringleader?" Rita said.
"Who?" I answered. "It was Bobby," she replied before she buried her face in my dripping crotch and began licking my pussy furiously. I was so distracted by her sudden oral assault that it took a couple of seconds before it hit me. Bobby is my only child, a 20-year-old junior at a private college in the East. He's grown up to be the spitting image of his father, except that he is noticeably bigger. He's more athletic than his dad, but otherwise they are just alike. I knew Bobby had done some yard and garden work for Rita over spring break, but it hadn't occurred to me that my son and my best friend would hook up sexually. But why shouldn't they be attracted to each other? He was a handsome, virile young man, and she was a sexy single woman in her prime. And, like I said, when you're filthy rich, you can fuck anyone you choose.
"Oh, let me tell you, girl, those boys wore my poor pussy out," Rita said after lifting her face from my crotch and plunging two fingers in my steaming cunt, then working them briskly back and forth in my snatch. "There were eight of them, and they spent three hours fucking me every which way. I had cum pouring out of every hole and cum all over me by the time they were finished. It was soooooo good." Then, she hit me with it. "And let me tell you. Bobby was the best. He's got the longest, finest-looking cock I've ever seen, probably 10 inches and meaty, and he knows how to use it. I don't know how you feel about incest, but if I lived in the same house with that beauty, I'd have taken him down long ago."
That did it. The mental image of my son's long pecker fucking my girlfriend's hot pussy – fucking MY hot pussy – sent me over the top to a screaming orgasm. Believe me, I had been checking out Bobby's physique since puberty, and I had a pretty good idea what he was packing. I had just always figured that screwing my own son was a little too depraved, even for a rich, amoral bitch like me. But I had always been a tad jealous of his dates, and I could never figure out why. Now I knew; they had been competition. Well, I began to think, the competition just heated up. Like I said at the start, the filthy rich can fuck whomever they want, and I had decided that I wanted to fuck Bobby.
As it happened, his school term ended the following week, and he would be returning home for the summer. During that time, I thought of little else except my son and his long dong. I pictured him on top of me sliding his fat dick in and out of my juicy cunt, or me on top riding him as his handsome face contorted in lust and he drove his 10 inches deep up my pussy. I began to peruse Internet websites devoted to incest, and found out it was quite a common fantasy for mothers and sons.
Bobby flew home on a Wednesday afternoon, and I picked him up from DFW. I wore a light white sundress that needed no bra because it fit snug over my chest. After we hugged, Bobby looked me over admiringly. "Wow, Mom, you look great!" he exclaimed as we walked to the baggage pickup. I responded very carefully, because I didn't want to betray my intentions and perhaps scare him off, although I doubted that would happen. As we drove home, we exchanged small talk and caught up with each other's lives. He had good news to report. He had been accepted for an internship at an ad agency here and would start to work on Monday. He was very skilled in computer design, and was a top student, a real achiever like his dad. I was proud of him, and told him so, with a slight flutter in my voice. As for girlfriends, he still didn't have a steady, news I accepted eagerly.
That evening, Robert came home early, so we could have some quality family time together. Father and son worked on steaks together, and knocked down a few brews. I fixed a salad, then changed into shorts and a tank top. Throughout the evening, I flirted with Bobby, giving him generous peeks at my tits, which were naked under my shirt. I wasn't blatant, but I wasn't exactly subtle, either. Robert switched to scotch after dinner, and after a couple of those, he retired for the night. He's an early riser anyway, and he had lots to do at the office the next day before leaving Friday for England and meeting with a top client. I considered making my play for Bobby right then, but decided to wait and let things simmer.
It was frustrating, though. Bobby left about 10 to visit some friends, so I retired, but not to bed. Rather, I went to our party room downstairs, where we keep the computer and a big-screen TV. It's also got a nice double bed, and that's where I take any lovers I may encounter. For me, the master bedroom is mine and Robert's, and I don't feel right fucking anyone there except him. I entered the room, shut and locked the door, stripped naked and pulled out the longest dildo I could find out of my rather extensive collection. I lay back on the bed and spent the next two hours fucking myself silly with the rubber dick, pretending it was Bobby's cock. I came five times, and ended up squatting on the bed screaming out a terrific orgasm with the big dildo up my ass and a vibrator working my clit. Needless to say, I was drained when I got through, and slept right there.
Bobby spent the next day visiting friends around the city, while I went to the gym with Rita. After our workout, we sat in the sauna and talked. "Tell me a little about you and Bobby," I said. "Is he really that good?" "Actually, I came on to him," said Rita. "He was working hard in the garden, and just looked so good, I couldn't help myself. I brought him a beer, and before long we were fucking. I hope you're not mad at me, are you?" I assured her that I wasn't, then asked how his cock compared to Robert's. We had had several threesomes, so she knew exactly how big Robert's dick was. "It's about the same thickness, but at least two inches longer," she replied. "I mean, he found places in my pussy that no man's ever been, before or since. Why are you asking? Are you thinking about fucking him? Boy, if you do, be sure to tell me all about it."
I promised I would, and took a rain check for our usual post-gym rendezvous. I had to get Robert's things packed, then we had a dinner party to attend that night. We were both frisky when we got home, and since he would be gone two weeks, we were both eager to fuck. It was a typically hot fuck, but it left me strangely unfulfilled, and as I lay awake listening to my husband snore, I realized that I wouldn't rest easy until I had seduced my son.
