Author's Note: All characters are over the age of 18 and fully consenting.
This story could have gone in the fetish or incest/taboo category because it has elements of both.
Enjoy!
Unquenchable
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The secret of tinder is that it
wants
to burn. It yearns for release. The fire can be ignited by the faintest spark, from the most unlikely source. Once aflame, it is not so easily quenched.
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Part I: Ignition
The wheel of the shopping cart shimmied and squeaked, driving Darin's annoyance to new levels. Still, he dutifully pushed on, following his mother through the grocery store. Every so often, the little blonde would stop, compare a few products, then drop her decision into the cart without a word. Without so much a glance at her son.
At the moment, she was staring at a bottle of ranch dressing as if it contained the meaning of life. She carefully removed her blue jacket, revealing a yellow blouse and shapely figure, dropping both the bottle and the jacket into the cart.
"This fucking sucks," Darin mumbled.
"Sorry, I didn't catch that. What did you say?"
Darin moped and continued pushing the cart. "Nothing."
As they rounded aisle 10, a good looking redhead pushed a cart in the other direction. Darin eyed her bouncing tits through the thin cotton of her tee. The woman's ass could only be described as exquisite. Darin's young cock perked up in his sweats. He knew he would need to jerk himself soon, imagining sliding the woman's pants down around her ankles, visualizing the act of fucking her doggy style over the display of cherry pop tarts.
"Mom, I need to go use the restroom. I'll be right back."
She rolled her eyes. "Fine. Hurry along, I want to get out of here."
Darin took one last look at the redhead and made his way out of the aisle, through the pharmacy, and into the little unisex bathroom. He locked himself in the stall and immediately felt his erection grow inside his sweatpants. He dropped his pants to his knees and started to stroke his dick.
Fucking her wet pussy. Stretching her lips. Sliding into her relentlessly. Darin jerked faster. His nineteen year old body rocked like a machine built for the purpose of rapid ejaculation. He could feel the jizz swelling his balls, rising like a geyser. As orgasm approached, he leaned over to spray his cum into the toilet, but made a last minute course correction and decided to paint the inside of the stall.
"Fuuuuuuuuck," he whispered as his fired rope after steaming rope on the metallic wall. The cum dripped slowly, but Darin was already yanking up his sweats.
He chuckled to himself. Whoever next used the restroom would get a little spunky decoration, and the thought thrilled him to no end. As he opened the restroom door to exit, he stared straight into the eyes of his mother.
"You were taking so long that I realized that I have to go, too. Watch the cart. I'll be right out," she said.
There was only a single stall in the little restroom. Darin's eyes went wide. "Mom, umm, I just dropped a deuce and I don't think you want to go in there."
"Well that's just great. Thanks for that." His mother grimaced. "Unfortunately, I have to go right now. I'll hold my breath or think happy thoughts. Watch the cart."
She pushed past him. Darin's face went beet-red. After the door closed, Darin said, "I am so cooked."
His mother, Kristen, shook her head as the door closed. She morbidly sniffed the air, wishing to know what she was up against.
"Could be a lot worse," she said to herself. Kristen entered the stall, quickly dropped her pants to her knees, and sat. It was at that moment that she saw the liquid slowly descending the wall. For a split second, she thought it must be urine.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Teenage boys! Fucking gross!"
But the liquid dripped too slowly on it's journey to the tile floor. Realization struck.
"Oh my God."
Kristen watched, transfixed, as her son's cum slid, inches from her face. The fresh semen of a young man. Kristen's mouth watered and her pussy twitched.
Kristen loved cum and everything to do with it. She obsessed over it. She craved it. Not a drop of her husband's seed had gone to waste for the last twenty years. Her dormant fetish reared its perverted head inside the dirty little restroom stall.
Kristen began fingering her wet hole as she sat on the toilet. She salivated and allowed a line of drool to drop into her panties. She pinched her clit and moaned, all the while watching her son's cum traverse the wall.
Her rational mind tried reason. "Kristen, don't do this. Don't do this. Just flush, get up, and leave," she said quietly.
Two fingers found their way into her steaming cunt. Her hand was getting sloppy. Reason was fading quickly and Kristen's thirst was winning. The bright red voice of her fetish whispered into her ear, "Do it. Taste it."
A single droplet of semen gleamed in the florescent light, a hypnotic message directly to the core of her obsession. Kristen leaned over and licked the metallic wall, her tongue broad and wet. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she tasted the cool cum.
She allowed her pinky finger to rub her asshole while her middle and ring fingers worked her aching pussy. Kristen methodically licked the dirty wall. Tiny flecks of paint, rust, and dried urine gathered with cum on her tongue. The thought of all the human detritus made her pussy clench.
"Mmmmmm"' She pulled her hand from her pussy to the wall and swiped a glob of jizz with her pinky finger. It went straight into her mouth. She sucked her finger with great relish, consuming every trace of boy cum. Then she returned her pinky to her asshole, pushing it inside as she masturbated with her remaining fingers.
A knock. "Mom, you ok in there? Did you fall in?"
Kristen composed herself and shouted through the locked door, "I'll be right out. Lady business!"
The lady business consisted of a thorough cleaning of the filthy wall with her tongue and an orgasm heightened by anal fingering.
She sighed contentedly as she finished. "Mommy needs that fucking cum," she whispered.
Kristen pulled up her pants, flushed, washed her hands and returned to the store. She eyed her son and said, "Why do you look so nervous? What did you do? Put something you shouldn't have into the cart?"
Darin visibly relaxed, "No, but I thought about it. I must just look guilty." He blushed a bit and shrugged.
Kristen smiled at him. "Well don't be a bad boy."
She grabbed the handle to the cart and started back through the store. In her mind, the obsession was still barking. She had lied. Kristen wanted Darin to be a bad boy. She craved cum, but she wanted it fresh and warm from the source. She wanted it directly from her son's throbbing, hard cock. Just the thought made her pussy freshly wet. Darin didn't notice her vice-like grip on the cart handle.
Kristen internally vowed to let her husband fuck her ass tonight, but when it came time for him to come, she would take an obscene pleasure in sucking it right from his dick. Ass to mouth fed her fetish a little extra helping of depravity.
The cart stopped. Kristen pretended to compare brands of instant oatmeal, but her mind was far away. She reasoned that if she could get her son to jack off regularly, she could be assured a constant supply of boy cum. A plan formed in her fetish-addled mind.
"You know what? I don't like instant oatmeal. No one really likes it. I'm not buying it anymore. We're going to start making stuff fresh, working for our meals." Kristen continued pushing the cart.
Darin didn't hear her. He was busy eyeing a cute brunette in aisle 13.
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That night, Kristen methodically cleaned her asshole with the shower wand. She dried off and donned black thigh high stockings, a little black choker collar, and nothing else. Her thick blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, and her blue eyes burned with intent.
Her husband Greg whistled from the bed when Kristen arrived from the master bath. "God damn! You must be in a naughty mood tonight."
"You have no idea," Kristen replied. "Mommy needs fucked."
"I think I can accommodate," Greg said with a wink. He kicked off the covers to reveal a raging erection, complete with pre-cum glistening at the tip of his 7" (178 mm) tool.
Without wondering what her husband had been doing while she was in the shower, Kristen walked to him without a word, bent and seductively licked the droplet from his hot, meaty cock. "Mommy needs her asshole fucked. Straighten me out?"
Greg's eyes rolled back in his head like a shark getting ready to feast. He spun his wife around, used his thumbs to separate her gorgeous cheeks, and sunk his tongue directly into her luscious shithole.
Kristen threw back her head. "Fuck yeah. That's what Mommy needs, Daddy's tongue deep in her ass." She reached down to her steaming cunt and rammed her middle finger to the hilt. Then index fingers. Then ring. "Give me that fucking cock, Greg. I can't wait. I want to feel it stretch my asshole."
He accommodated. A fistful of lube allowed him fast access. Kristen savored anal, and they practiced regularly; her asshole was like a rubber band used to periodic stretching. "Mmmm, fuck Mommy's ass," Kristen purred. Greg plowed her with metronomic rhythm.
"Tell me a story about coming. Tell me about your cum," Kristen said. Her fetish demanded detail.
"Baby, my fantasy is to drench you. Your hair soaked, your face a fucking mess, your mouth dripping," he said as he thrust his meaty pole into her shitter. "Your tits, those gorgeous mommy tits, glistening with cum, oozing down to your fuck hole, saturating your cunt." Greg fully understood his wife.
"What about my feet?"
"Oh yeah. Hot cum dripping, oozing down your body, dripping on to your feet, between your toes." He was fucking her ass at maximum speed.
Kristen gasped under the assault. "Covered head to toe in jizz. Oh my God!"
"Covered head to toe in jizz," Greg repeated.
Kristen clenched her asshole just thinking about semen immersion. "Greg, I want to choke on it. Choke Mommy with your hot fucking load. Pull your cock out and ram it in my throat when you come. Choke me."
