Lauren Stone had risen early, leaving her slumbering husband in bed. She was sipping a cup of coffee in the kitchen, having showered, shaved her pussy, and done her hair and make-up. She was wearing a thin silk nightie that barely hung past her ass. There was nothing underneath. Her son Scott was coming home for the week end.
Scottie was in his first semester of college, His poor performance and delayed graduation from high school had relegated him to one of the state system's secondary universities. It was, however, located in New Orleans, and Evelyn Alice, Scott's summer school teacher and lover, had moved there with him. Eve, intent on fully exploring her blossoming sexuality, had become a welcome addition to Lauren and Scottie's bed, as well as those of a few select friends, over the past few months. However, the danger of her libidinous side being discovered in the small conservative suburban community in which they lived was too great and Lauren fully supported Eve's decision to take a job teaching in New Orleans, whose size and diversity would guard her privacy. She and Scott lived together in a non-exclusive relationship; Lauren had spent many a happy weekend with them.
Eve was attending a sex toy party with another teacher, the principal, and two very randy cheerleaders. Lauren had considered sneaking off to the city to visit Scott, but had been asked by her friend Sally to monitor a project for which Sally's boyfriend, Robert, had secured a grant. Previously kids in the community convicted of low-level misdemeanors had been parceled out among differing charitable groups for ill-defined and ineffective community service projects. Now they would all be employed in a concerted effort to clean the town of trash.
Lauren did not hear the front door open. Scottie's surreptitious entry was by design; he wanted to scope out the scene. He had headed home early, hoping to find his Dad asleep and Mom raring to go. When he saw her standing in the kitchen, the sunlight behind her outlining her exquisite body, he knew he'd hit the jackpot. His mind flashed back through the last five months. At the beginning of the summer he'd been a virgin hopelessly tongue-tied around girls. On a trip to the beach his mother had taken his virginity and he'd been introduced to a number of local ladies who, like his mother, happily shared their beds and bodies with their boys. With his new found confidence and the help of the Moms, he had seduced his summer school teacher, with whom he now shared an array of lovers. No woman, however, had a cunt as tight and perfect as his Mom's and it didn't look like it would be too long before his rapidly hardening cock would be buried there again,
The first notice Lauren had that Scottie was home was when two strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back into a tight embrace. She felt an instant spasm in her pussy; she missed her son's cock and the daily fucks they'd enjoyed over the summer.
"Morning Mom." She felt the powerful throb of his penis nestled in the crack of her ass. A swarm of butterflies erupted in her stomach.
"Ooohh, lover, what a way to say good morning. I've missed you." She turned in his arms and they kissed. His tongue worked its way into her mouth and she noted he tasted a tad minty. A new mouthwash? She pressed firmly against him as their tongues caressed each other with a need built up by weeks of deprivation.
Scott ran his hands down the side of her body. There was definitely nothing underneath that nightie. He ground his cock against her belly. She pushed back at him. He was wearing only a tee shirt and shorts and, like her, nothing underneath. He slipped his hands up to cup her tits through the delicate fabric.
"You like?" she said.
"How could I not?"
Scottie gently backed her up to the refrigerator. His hands ravaged her breasts; his mouth feasted on her neck and shoulders, ears and lips. Lauren rubbed her sex against him. God, she had missed her stud-son. She heard footsteps upstairs; her husband, Scottie's Dad, had gotten out of bed. A moment later she heard the shower start up.
Lauren, the parent, was supposed to be the mature one. "We've got to take it easy, honey. Your dad's upstairs; he'll be coming down soon."
"Soon," he replied, pulling her back to him, "not now."
Scottie kissed her forcefully. Unable to resist she joined him in a sweet lover's kiss. He took her hand and placed it on his cock. She ran her hand along its firm contours and then deftly unbuttoned his shorts and reached inside for his thick hard warm meat. He kneaded her breasts; her tender nipples stood stiff and erect.
He bent slightly, brought his cock to the level of her cunt, and started to hump her against the refrigerator. She took hold of his ass cheeks and pulled him into her as he ground his erection against her sex. In the midst of their frenzied action her nightie worked itself above her waist and his shorts fell to his ankles. Their naked pubes were pushing against each other, his erection running up and down her labia. His hands continued to work her tits, which were inflame with passion, their kisses desperate and needy. Although it had been only a fortnight since she had last fucked her son, it seemed like a million years.
She heard the shower turn off. "Oh Scottie, no," she whined, "we've got to stop now," but she continued to grind her pussy into his cock. Since she had taken her son as her lover there had been several score times when he had fucked her with his father in the next room. She knew how much it turned him on. She knew how much it turned her on.
He smiled, confident, lustful, and a bit wicked, and pulled her nightie up. With his other hand he took hold of his cock and ran the tip up and down the face of her sex. She gave out a deep animal moan and her hips jerked involuntarily. "Your mouth says stop, but your pussy has other ideas," he whispered.
He was right. "Oh fuck," she replied, tipping her hips back until her open twitching vagina caught the head of his cock. With a single powerful thrust he filled her completely, the slap of his belly against hers echoing in the kitchen. She recalled her early struggles and futile protests when he would take her first thing in the morning as his father showered and dressed. As he filled her with his man-meat there was now no objection; it felt so damn right.
Just as fucking her son had been in the forefront of her mind from the moment she crawled out of bed; it had been in his. They attacked each other. He held her tits tightly in his strong hands, using them as leverage to bang into her without mercy. She thrust her pussy around his incoming cock. The sound of their wanton coupling filled the room, their low grunts, the smacking together of their trim bellies, the muffled thud of her bumping against the refrigerator. He slipped in and out of her wet pussy in pistoned perfection. While the sons of various friends had followed Scottie as her lovers, no cock fitted her hungry cunt with the perfection of her boy's and they moved together in incestuous harmony.
"Lauren?"
She grabbed her son's ass, pulling him against her, and cocked her head. Her husband was at the top of the stairs.
She replied "Yes dear," giving Scottie her sternest look and replied, but still he wouldn't stop, rotating his hips and grinding his cock into her. When she moaned a triumphant grin crossed Scottie's face. She knew she had to shut him up. She laid her arms across his shoulders and they shared a long sensual kiss.
"Honey," her husband repeated. This time the tone was a bit confused. Where was she? He took a step down the stairs.
Scottie replied, "Were in the kitchen, Dad," and increased the pace of his fucking, gripping her ass, pulling her hips into him. She frowned, but he replied with a charming, wicked, sinful smile. She could protest as much as she wanted, he knew exactly how he made her feel.
"Hey son, didn't know you were home. Ask your Mom where she put my golf shoes."
"In the hall closet, behind, behind your golf bag," she replied, trying to keep her voice flat.
Her husband ascended the steps. Scottie picked up speed, fucking her harder and faster, bouncing her off the floor with each thrust. The inside of her pussy lips were quivering. She felt the pressure build inside her cunt. Scottie's hands found her ass and lifted her. Lauren wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist, pulling her body close to him. His long dick speared into her as deep as it could go.
From the first time her son has scooped her up in his arms she had loved this position. It was both personal, she could study her son's sensual features, see the joy in his face, and feel his chest against hers, and primal, she was completely under his control as he bounced her up and down on his prong. She wanted to scream her joy, but with her husband upstairs she was limited to deep, almost feral, grunts.
