Sorry for taking so long to write this chapter, unfortunately we all have demands on our time in the “real world.”
This is the freakiest chapter so far, so if you don’t like MMF scenes, vaginal fisting, and pegging, don’t read any further!
I want to thank nikki_2021 for writing “The Cunning Linguist,” which was an inspiration for some of this story.
Heather Manning sat in front of her laptop. She was thinking about her son Brian, whom she had seduced more than a year before, and who was about to come home for the summer.
She felt proud of how Brian was advancing. She decided to create an Excel sheet about her expectations and their fulfillment.
One column was marked “Sexual Skills.” Fucking, check. Pussy eating, check. Ass eating, check. Heather felt proud of her handiwork.
The next column was “Appearance.” Fitness, check.
“Manners.”
Then there was “Experience.” Her best friend Juliet, check. His college professor Laura, check. Should there be more?
Feeling devilish, Heather concluded with a column marked “Return on Investment.” Orgasms, plenty. Self-esteem, boosted. Weed, excellent and abundant.
***
On a Friday evening in May, Heather heard a car pull up into her driveway. She knew it was her son Brian. He still came home every few weekends so they could spend time in bed together. But he had been busy with exams so it had been a while. They embraced and kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Heather thought that as Brian got older, he was looking more and more like her late husband Gary.
“So good to see you, Mom.” Brian gasped.
“So nice to have you home again,” Heather answered.
After dinner, they raced upstairs to the bedroom. “I have so much fun planned for us!” Heather said with a laugh.
That evening, they mostly just fucked like bunnies. Heather had something more elaborate planned for Saturday.
They woke up in each other’s arms in the morning. She kissed her son and stroked his face. “He’s really coming into his own,” Heather thought. They quickly moved on to caressing each other’s bodies. Brian fingered his mother’s cunt. Heather stroked her son’s cock. They sucked each other’s nipples.
Heather stood up and opened her nightstand. “Have I got a surprise for you.” “Aunt Juliet told me that you really like in the butt. Do you want your mother to fuck you in the ass?” Juliet had played such a role in his upbringing that they often called her “Aunt.”
Brian nodded.
“Say it. Ask me.”
“Fuck me in the ass, Mom.”
“Say please. Make me think you believe it.”
“Please fuck me in the ass, Mommy. Please, please, please.”
“Now that’s more like it.”
Heather took out a butt plug with a purple jewel, lubed it up, and slid it into her son’s waiting ass. She kissed him and pushed her hand on top of the plug.
“Doesn’t that feel good, baby?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
A few minutes later, Heather pulled out a bright red dildo, lubed it up, and slid it on.
She pulled our the butt plug.. She felt a sense of power different from anything she had ever experienced.
Brian lay on his back and spread his legs. He looked so cute and adorable and vulnerable. Heather grabbed his legs and gently slid her dildo into his asshole. He jerked to attention. He let her into him. Brian was now experienced enough to know not to fight it.
She felt the small end of the dildo work the inside of her cunt.
Heather got into a rhythm pounding her son’s beautiful ass. She leaned over and kissed him. It was definitely a new experience for her. She loved hearing her son moan and watching his body twitch and tremble. She also loved knowing that she was the one who was doing it to him.
“Do you like Mommy fucking your ass?”
“Yes, I do, Mommy.”
They kissed again. She realized that she was banging his prostate so well that Brian was leaking precum.
“Are you Mama’s little butt slut?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’m Mama’s little butt slut.”
“Good boy.”
The small end of the dildo kept stimulating her pussy, getting her more and more excited. “Oh, fuck,” she yelled. Brian was moaning and whimpering. Finally, she felt him shudder and heard him breathe fast and deeply. They were bonded by intense pleasure but there was more to come.
When it was over, Heather was a little winded and she was very wet. It was her turn to come. Brian looked completely wiped from the intensity of his orgasm. But Mama has her needs. She removed the dildo and mounted her son’s willing face. She rubbed her wet pussy on him and felt his now-expert tongue on her clit. She ground on him, soaking him with her juices.
Heather began moaning as she felt her boobs. Sometimes she could tell Brian was struggling to breathe, which secretly turned her on more. She was not a small woman and she could tell that her weight was pressing down on him so he could barely move — except to worship her pussy.
Heather kept thrusting her pussy onto Brian’s face Looking down, she could see his face under her firebush. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He really knew how to get her off now. She trembled over and over and took one hand and pushed Brian into her crotch. She flooded him with liquid as she felt herself come. He briefly pulled away to catch his breath. Seeing his face covered in her nectar only accented her joy at making her son into an instrument of her pleasure. What a perfect, beautiful boy he was.
She turned around and pushed her asshole in his face. “Mommy’s asshole is your dessert.” She felt his hands spread her huge cheeks and stick his tongue into her waiting bunghole. “Fuck, that feels good,” she moaned. She felt relaxed after the intense experience she had just had. “Mmmmmm….show that asshole how much you love it.”
After her asshole had a good tongue-lashing, sbe told him to worship her butt. As she felt his kisses and licks covering her huge asscheeks, she laughed inside. Lots of sons kissed their mothers’ asses when they needed something. But not many did so literally.
She could tell that he was rock-hard and she was ready to ride. She straddled him and slid on his cock. Brian thrust up into her over and over again, each pounding seemingly harder than the last. She swiveled her hips repeatedly. Heather swore she felt him working her G-spot. She squeezed her cunt tight, trying to milk every drop of cum out of him. He reached up and fondled her boobs. She felt his thick cock stretching her out. Within a few minutes, her steady moaning gave way to some high-pitched wailing, as she enjoyed her second orgasm of the morning.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cried out. “Fuck me, my son. My lovely, handsome, horny son. Fuck!” Part of her still loved perving out on the fact that she was having sex with her son — the boy she had made.
.As she rode Brian, Heather felt that it was all worth it. Brian was now a lover at Gary’s level. After he finally shot his load inside her, Brian lay next to her, exhausted. “It’s good to be home,” he said., “I love you, Mom.”
“I love you, too, my beautiful son.”
Heather thought, “I’m so lucky to have such a gorgeous young man lying beside me.”
***
Over Memorial Day weekend, Heather held one of her backyard parties for the Bitches. It was a gorgeous summer day and the sun shone well past eight. Brian and Heather worked together to put together a marvelous spread of salads and hors d’oeuvres. Of course, there were many bottles of wine — red, white, rose, whatever the girls wanted.
Heather made sure that Brian was nicely turned out for the occasion. His hair was freshly cut and neatly groomed. He was wearing a beige linen summer suit and a white dress shirt open at the collar. He greeted each Bitch with a kiss on the cheek and a long-stemmed rose. Juliet later told Heather she had to control herself from sticking her tongue down his throat.
Brian strolled around the party, making sure every glass was filled. He mostly kept quiet and when he spoke, he expressed uncontroversial opinions. Yes, he enjoyed Pumpkin Spice season at Starbucks. Yes, Meryl Streep was a great actress and wasn’t it amazing how many accents she could do? Yes, the Beatles recorded a lot of great songs.
The girls had a terrific time and as the bottles were drained (and gummies passed around), the conversation got franker and looser. Heather and Juliet giggled about the young men they had banged — though they were careful not to mention the one who they liked the best.
But not everyone was so happy. After having enough wine that Heather whispered to Brian to cut her off, Tanya Anderson mentioned how she and her husband hadn’t had sex for two years. She had put on weight since her kids were born and she felt gross and unappealing. She said her husband Zack had tried to get her interested again but she just couldn’t believe him when he said he desired her.
“I just feel like a beached whale. Who could want someone like me?
Juliet tried to cheer her up. Brian chimed in. “You’re such a beautiful woman. Any man would be lucky to have you.”
Tanya sniffled. “It would be nice to think so.”
Brian sat next to her. Tanya briefly lay her head on his shoulder.
Gina Witt was also really hitting the sauce hard. She began ranting about her husband Russell, pastor of the Mountian Mission Church.
“Never get married to a fucking preacher. They call you a goddamned Jezebel if you enjoy sex.”
She said that she was grateful to Russell for helping her kick the various addictions that had plagued her twenties. She still believed that Jesus was her friend but was she increasingly fed up with organized religion.
Russell would go on and on about how the husband was the head of the household, when it was obvious that she was the one who was suited for the leadership role. After all, her real estate business brought in the bulk of her family’s income.
Her two daughters Lauren and Emma had managed to escape to college and to independent lives afterward, but Gina worried about the effect that Russell’s combination of chauvinism and guilt had on her son Nicholas. “I don’t want him to grow up to be fucked up like his dad. I want to love and respect women. I want him to see sex as a normal part of life.”