It had taken me longer than I’d care to admit, but I finally realized my two children were indeed copulating while they had me on the phone just now. At least, I was pretty sure it was my son trying to impregnate my sweet daughter, Haley. She was the only one who spoke during the call so I had no proof of Cole being there, but who else would have been in the car on their way home from their little rock concert?
“My twenty six year old daughter and twenty four year old son were fucking in their car on a road trip.”
Saying it out loud to myself somehow made it seem more real.
I sat with this shocking knowledge in silence. The phone was still in my hand and the dial tone droned on now that Haley had hastily hung up on me. It sounded like they were just getting to the important part, too! I could still hear the wet, lewd noises of their sex while we had made small talk. I finally placed the old phone onto its brackets. I wondered if he finished inside her; If my son had tied a knot in the family tree.
It didn’t bother me as much as I’d expected. I knew how sex-crazed younger adults tend to be. I wish they’d waited until they had privacy, but beyond that, I was just surprised. I honestly hadn’t thought Cole had it in him. He was the reserved one, always winning our family board games, but not talking much while doing so.
Just last month I’d found the box of condoms we’d given him all those years ago after “the talk”. It was in the back of his old desk’s drawer, unopened, still in the plastic. As far as I knew, Cole was a virgin.
And yet I’d just listened to him pump his… penis (I blushed just to think of the word)… in and out of my little Haley-storm. As your kids get older, they never stop surprising you. I laid my head back on my distressed brown leather sofa and smiled. Strangely, I was proud of him. ‘You could do worse than a Strickland girl,’ I thought with a chuckle.
I decided to give them some time to finish up before calling back. If I never called back, they might think I’d caught on and was judging them poorly. It really wasn’t any of my business, and a little bit of incest in the family was nothing compared to what many other senators were hiding– can you imagine what my children would think if they heard about the game of ‘Truth or Dare’ one of the British Ministers had played with his daughter? Furthermore, I’m retired. I had even less reason to care.
I sat up on the edge of the sofa and picked up a nearby magazine to fan my warm face. Boy, it was getting stuffy inside! A drop of sweat rolled down the back of my neck. I felt it trace a tingling path down between my shoulder blades, along the swoop of my back and pool at the crease of my buttocks. My turquoise sun dress did little more than cling to the expansive shelf of my breasts and drape down to hide my full figure with breezy folds, but for some reason It still felt steaming hot in here.
‘Oh my, I think I’m turned on,’ I realized with strange fascination. My fingers drifted down to my vulva. It gave off a heat both physical and mental, and I easily parted my own lips through the thin fabric of the dress– Of course I wasn’t wearing any underwear. It was the summer! As my dress started to soak the front of my crotch, the mental image of my son’s square back framed by the thick thighs of my daughter invaded my mind. Cole’s hips and ass cheeks clenched with each thrust. As he finished, cum and grool dribbled from my daughter’s completely full lips as if she were an overstuffed Bismarck donut.
Well, screw it. No one was home today, and the kids wouldn’t arrive for a few more hours at least. I undid the tie on the back of my dress and pulled the tube-top down. The elastic of the top was stretched to it’s limit before my large, well-used nipples flicked out and the dress dropped airy to my waist.
They were almost the size of pacifiers, and one of my most striking features. I’d had very thirsty children, and so the years of suckling by ravenous mouths had pulled them out and fattened each one up. By the time that Cole had finally been forbidden from my teat at the very late age of seven, my breasts had gained 5 pounds on their own, even when drained of milk.
Being in politics, I’m a numbers woman, so I actually quantified my breasts at the height of Cole’s nursing age. I had the capacity for two pints of milk in each of my twelve pound breasts. Well, one was twelve and a half but who the hell’s counting?
I had to have my nursing bra cups custom made by a tailor. It cost a small fortune, and still does because I never gave myself a chance to shrink back down. My tailor likes to call herself my “Seamripper,” because the only jobs I ever come to her for involve either ripping out seams to make room, or repairing ripped seams after I’ve burst out of unworthy bras.
Oh, I really do go on tangents. The kids hate it, but I can’t help it. Anyway, like I was saying, my large nipples had been freed, but they were dry. I didn’t produce milk anymore, though I could turn it back on with ease. I use a pump every day. It just calms me down, so I never stopped the habit. And since I’d never given my breasts a rest, they’d always produced the smallest trickle of milk, a few drops per week. If I went back to my old pumping schedule, you bet your bottom dollar I’d be a lactating machine! But once again I am getting distracted, aren’t I? We can talk about that later.
I played with one nipple– Oh, their so sensitive after all these years of suckling– While I hiked up my skirts. I spread myself out on the sofa. I was craving a shaft, but none of my sex toys were in the den with me. I cast about and on a spur of the moment choice, was soon teasing my pussy lips with the television remote. The infernal thing always gave me trouble when I wanted to watch my shows, but I knew it couldn’t screw this up.
Rippling back muscles and flexing shoulders of an anonymous salt and pepper hunk filled my mind while I brought myself to a quick and business-only orgasm. I took my left nipple into my mouth, barely needing to bend my neck for to reach my large breast, and sucked longingly. At the cusp of my climax, though, I made a very strange choice to plaster Cole’s face onto the body of the man literally from my dreams. I’d like to say it was an intrusive thought, but after the next few days I wouldn’t be so sure. As I definitely voided the warranty on my cable provider’s remote by spurting juices onto it during my climax, I accidentally flicked the TV on and startled myself.
I watched it for a few minutes from my prone position, now absolutely drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. It was some show about dragons and thrones.
My long brown hair was in disarray. If I’m being honest, my brunette hair had just begun fading towards gray in the last year, but that’s not to say I was getting old. Politicians certainly go gray quicker, and a woman never reveals her age! I redid my bun messily and then called Haley back. Now that they weren’t distracted, I finally convinced her to come straight over once they were in town. I’d make them those cookies we’d talked about and Haley would buy some fresh, whole milk to go with it.
While we confirmed the plans, a secret plan of my own was forming in my mind. Since I’d retired from the excitement and constant travel of the campaign trail, I’d grown a bit bored. I was feeling intrigued and excited by my children’s sexual revelations, and decided I’d have a little fun with them. Leave it to a politician to have ulterior motives.
Just a few hours until they arrived, so I pulled the bust of my dress back up and over my breasts. ‘So much work to do,’ I thought, starting to hustle and bustle.
First things first, I took a shower to wash away the scent of sweat and sex. I had to look presentable when the kids arrived! When I finished, I took all the clean towels from all my bathrooms, dumped them into the laundry room and locked the door. While in the bathroom, I also pulled my suction-cup dildo from under the cabinet and stuck it to the shower wall. Then, I pulled two condoms from Cole’s dusty box. I wrote one word on each in sharpie, and then pricked the center of just one with a safety pin and shut the pin, to obviously show that the condom was compromised. I tucked both into the bust of my fresh dress.
***
I’d just finished setting up the kitchen when a knock came at the door. I padded down the foyer, somewhat nervous. I swung open the door, my heart fluttering now that the trap was set. Haley was looking at the trees, already distracted, and Cole gave me an easy smile. He seemed to be carrying his shoulders back more and his chin up, showing a confident energy as he gave me a quick hug before heading straight for the TV. If I wasn’t sure before, there was no mistaking it. That boy looked like he’d just gotten laid.
My children!” I said in the sing-song voice I couldn’t control when I was happy.
“We aren’t kids, mom! Also, I think you spilled some juice on your remote, its all sticky and wont work!” I heard Cole call from the couch.
“Oh I know, but you are my kids.” I said, easily ignoring his remark about the pussy-juice drenched remote. “Haley, come in! I see you forgot the milk.”
Haley looked at her hand as if it might appear there, and then groaned. “Sorry mom. There was a lot on my mind.”
I gave her a wink. “That’s alright. Just come inside already.”
Now that the kids were home, I was started on the cookies. Haley stayed with me in the kitchen while Cole watched the show I’d accidentally started while masturbating. This was perfect, because I was able to conspire with Haley about my plans. At first she was embarrassed I’d known that she and Cole were mating for the whole phone call, but after I’d coaxed some lurid details about it from her, I saw the worry melt from her tense shoulders. No, not in trouble from Mom! She’s got even better ideas!
I was delighted when Haley joined me in my secret operation. She agreed with everything down to the letter. We were alike in many ways, we Strickland women. She had her father’s black hair, but every other part of her, especially her body, came from my battle-axe genes. That included her cunning.
On a related note, this morning I had been relieved to hear that her cup size was still smaller than mine. It seemed that our family record would stay at K cup for now. We went to the same Seamripper for our custom bras, but that tailor never divulged client details so I hadn’t known until now.
But I digress. Once the first batch of cookies were in the oven, I shooed Cole off the couch and into the shower. My old campaign posters were framed in the hall that took us to the bathroom so that he was surrounded by my smiling face. My suits in the photos all tried to hide my figure, but that went about as well as hiding some beachballs under a towel.
On our way there, I’d warned him that all the towels were in the wash, and I’d come back in 10 minutes to give him one. I shut him in the bathroom while he tried to protest, and stayed there until I heard the water turn on. With a curt nod, I went back to the kitchen and pulled out the first batch of cookies.
I quietly tried the door of the shower, but it was locked. The water was still on, so it hid the noise. I fished the skeleton key out of my cleavage using its leather thong around my neck. Show me a woman who isn’t the master of her own house and I’ll buy you a drink.
I took a deep breath, and then unlocked the door and waltzed in. My black pumps clacked imperiously on the tiled floor.
Cole yelped and tried to cover up.
“Mom! I’m naked!”
I gave a dismissive hand wave. “Oh dont worry about that, I know what your private parts look like, sweetie. You rather enjoyed your nudity as a toddler.”
That was kind of a lie. I used to know what my son’s penis and balls looked like, but they’d changed so much over the years. His hands still cupped them, but they were hesitantly starting to relax. I finally got a good look, and my heart was full. His shaft was clear of blemishes, veined along the top. His balls hung in the humid air, rounded and virile. My son was a healthy man.
“That’s my boy!” Oh, this just reminds me of your bath times.” I pressed a clasped hand to my heart. “I’d always dry you off, afterwards. Could I do it again, for old time’s sake?”
Cole avoided my eyes and his face was red. Though he let his manhood hang free, he was still nervous. “Isn’t that kind of weird…?” he said.
I snapped my fingers in quick succession. “Now now, young man, come here! I won’t bite. Nothing strange about a mother doting on her son.” I held my arms out, towel draped between them.
Cole approached, still avoiding my eyes. I wrapped up his solid frame in the towel and began to dry him. It was calm and intimate, my hands exploring every part of my son’s body with only the towel separating our skin. I knelt before him and was about to start drying below his waist when he mumbled, “I think you, um, left a toy in the shower on accident.”
Is that right? I thought smugly. How did that end up there?
“Oh that worn thing? It’s practically a permanent fixture in this house, I didn’t even think to put it away.” I said instead, gesturing towards my dildo in the shower.
“Jeez, mom.” He breathed. “I don’t want to be inappropriate, but…”
“But what, dear?” He may have gotten some action today, but he was still a bit bashful.
“Isn’t it kind of big?”
“The way I see it, since it’s not a real one, I may as well go all the way, you know!”
At that moment, I slid the towel slowly down his cock, absorbing the moisture from it. Cole’s breath hitched. I used my free hand to lift up his flaccid penis and dry the underside, and softly collected the water drops on his balls and scrotum. The entire time I did this, I looked up into his eyes. My lowcut bustline showed my ample cleavage. I felt his dick heat up and stiffen, blood flooding in as the troops were rallied, hoping for incestuous glory.
It was only a moment later that he was perfectly hard in my hand. I smelled his musk, and they were pheromones, trying to override me with arch thoughts. His scent was pure against his clean skin, urging me to take him into my mouth. I resisted, focused on my long term plans.
“I can’t even imagine you using something like that,” Cole managed to say.
I giggled a little. “Why, that’s because you haven’t seen me use it, yet!” I teased him.
As I dried the rest of his body, I held his cock upwards, making sure I unmistakably jacked Cole off, but so slight as to appear unintentional. The movement appeared to be a side-effect from my vigorous drying of his legs, which had me bending up and down constantly. My hand didn’t slide up and down his shaft properly, because our skin stuck together from the humidity. I considered sneaking some lotion onto my hand beforehand, but that would’ve definitely given away my motives. He winced occasionally, but I wasn’t moving enough to hurt him so I wrote those off as pleasure spasms.
“Would you like to see me ride it?” I asked in my most sultry voice.
Cole was focused on his breathing, whimpering softly once in a while just like a pup whining for scritches. But when he heard the lust in my voice, his eyes went wide and he grew still. I was worried he’d come without warning me. I let his dick go.
“There, all dry! Help your mother stand up, will you dear?” I asked him, barely concealing my satisfaction.
He froze for a moment and then moved jerkily, probably afraid to accidentally burst all over his large-breasted mom’s nice dress. I grazed my chest against his hard member on my way up just for fun. ‘God, he is the definition of a stud, isn’t he?’ I realized. ‘My son is ready to pump his seed into any woman that will let him.’
I kissed his forehead. “Oh, that was so nice dear, thanks for humoring your mother.”
“Um, what?”
I left him standing perplexed, promptly returning to the kitchen just before the last batch of cookies burned. I deposited them into the jar, and then pulled the good condom and the punctured one out of my cleavage and put them on top of the fresh, warm pile of cookies. I closed the lid.
***
After dinner, we retired to the kitchen for dessert. I was placing cups and napkins around the small breakfast table in the corner while Haley changed into pajamas upstairs. I knew we weren’t going to need the place settings, but I had to keep up appearances for just a moment longer.
Cole sat at the table, describing the bawdy fantasy show he ended up watching that afternoon due to the “cheap” remote not working.
“It starts with two siblings–doing it– in a tower!” he said bashfully.
“Now now, let’s keep our conversations appropriate at the table.” I said, wagging my finger at him.
He had no idea what was coming, and I could barely contain my excitement.
At last, Haley returned wearing some pink silk bottoms she’d pulled from my wardrobe and a T-shirt she must’ve bought at the rock show. It was black and had a skull with wings on it. We all sat down and Haley’s eyes sparkled while she gave me the smallest of nods. Ready.
“Cole, dear, why don’t you go first? The cookies are at the counter.”
“Okay!” he said, popping up from his chair. Haley and I quietly got up behind him. I undid my dress ties but left my bust line up, so that although I was fully clothed, one good yank would reveal everything. It was only held in place by the outward thrust of my huge breasts. Haley pulled her shirt up to just above her breasts, revealing an old black nursing bra of mine from when I’d been her size. She’d needed to borrow because hers had been soaked on the ride over and was still in the wash.
Cole was stock still, lid in hand. He slowly turned around, holding the two condoms in the other. The intact one had the word “Mommy” written on it in bold letters. The pin-pricked one said “Sister.”
My trepidation was at an all time high. How would my sweet boy react? Would he be too nervous to speak? Would he reject us? I suddenly felt as if I’d taken things entirely too far.
Cole looked from me to his sister and back again. “Is this for real?”
My voice quavered. “Yes, honey, this is 100% for real. Your sister and I agreed that we wanted to give you a real first sexual encounter, and not some quick awkward go in the backseat of a car.”
He raised the pinned condom. “But this one won’t stop pregnancy,” he said.
My daughter scoffed at that. “Uh, dude? You just came inside me this morning. Too late for that.”
“At least for your sister, it is.” I interjected. “As for me, I’m not taking any chances, so you have to switch to the good one before I let you inside. Now, as for rules when having sex with me– ”
I started ticking them off on my fingers as I spoke.
“One: you can ejaculate inside me, but only with a condom on. Two: after today, if you want sex, some chores are required. Three: You can only sleep in my bed with me if you made me orgasm that day.”
Cole’s jaw was on the floor.
“But what about dad?” he finally asked.
“Oh, don’t worry about him. He’s my ex for a reason,” I waved off the question. “Now, come to Mama.” I held out my hands and gently gyrated my shoulders, which sent my precariously draped chest a-quiver.
Cole wasted no time in returning to me, and we locked into a deep kiss. My blood clanged with desire. The white-hot knowledge that we were wantonly breaking forbidden boundaries at last diffused into my core, setting fire to an ache in my loins. His hands groped at my breasts, and I brought my trimmed fingers down to massage his bulge through his cargo shorts. Haley closed in on Cole from the back, wrapping her arms around him to undo his button and fly.
Coles bottoms were gratefully being stripped from his body, revealing slim-fitting boxer briefs emblazoned with lightning bolts. Oh God, he was still wearing CaliSun underwear–the same kind he’d had since highschool. His cock pressed bodily against the fabric prison, which were sized for an adolescent’s dick, not my adult son’s length. I continued to stroke him softly through the fabric. Haley nibbled at his ears. I broke our passionate kiss.
“Haley, grab some cookies. Cole, sit down.” I commanded. My children listened. I knelt before Cole for the second time that day, and slowly peeled his underwear off. I did it dramatically, having the shaft pulled downwards so that once it finally cleared the waistband, it flopped up and across his belly button. Cole gasped out. Haley returned with the cookies, and I handed them up to Cole. I took hold of his veined dick and gestured for Haley to take the first helping. She gladly obliged. While she curled her loose bangs behind her left ear, she breathed “Got the stamina for this, dude?” onto his head, which was purple with desire.
He didn’t have a chance to respond. She brought her lips down the side of the shaft, tongue slopping out at the seal between her lips and his cock flesh.
“Eat your mother’s cookies, Cole.”
I joined Haley down by his cock, and began to lick him like a popsicle. I tasted my daughter’s saliva, and our tongues and lips brushed often while we smothered his dick. My face became sticky with my daughter’s lip gloss, a hint of raspberry flavor over his fresh musk. I heard him crunch into the cookies.
We worked on him in this way for a few moments–just long enough to let him finish his dessert. We didn’t want him to come, yet. He had some work to do, and besides it would make such a mess. Why deal with that when he can just deposit his sperm safely inside us?
I came up for air. “Alright, enough messing around, you two.”
Cole, looked up at me, dazed, crumbs and chocolate streaking his cheeks. He probably thought this was a dream. I licked my forefinger and slid it across his dirty face, gathering the crumbs and melted chocolate. He watched steadily as I brought my laden finger to Haley’s mouth and fed her the morsels. She licked them up and smacked her lips.
“which of us are you going to fuck first?”
Cole gave us a rather dumb look while trying to decide between two formidable heavens. I pulled my hair tie out with a flick of my wrist and fluffed my long locks. Haley yearned for Cole, her hands balled into fists on his knees. She was biting her lip with anticipation, staring up at him.
Cole placed a hand on the side of my face. “I want to save you for last, Mom.” He turned to Hailey and asked with less certainty “Is that ok?”
In answer, Haley pulled the pin out of the useless condom as if it were a grenade of hedonism, tore open the wrapper and unrolled it onto his hard cock.
“On my god, I love how naughty it feels to put on a useless condom!” She moaned.
I was beside myself. This is how you pop a fine young man’s cherry.
Before we continued, we quickly maneuvered to the den to take advantage of the big couch. Haley got on the couch, propped on all fours. Cole mounted her with undivided attention, like a hound that’d found a mate. As he slid into her, Haley let out a huge lilting moan. I nestled onto the couch in front of her, pulled my dress up to reveal my plump pussy, and guided Haley’s nose towards it. She could barely pay attention through the bliss now that Cole was plunging into her consistently. Her ass was trembling from the vibrations he slapped into its meaty expanse. She opened her eyes for a moment and saw my clit there in front of her, and she lurched forward, spreading my wet lips with her chin and mouth.
Haley prodded me with her tongue, danced across me with it, and took me to places I’d not been in years. I came quickly, before either of the children. I announced it, hoping Haley wouldn’t dare stop. My head lolled back as the imminent wave of pleasure crested. It roared down on me. My legs spasmed, my pelvic floor lost control. I squirted into my daughter’s mouth. At the same time, Cole reached across Haley’s back and vigorously ripped down my dress top. It was now a bunched up band of fabric around my waist, and I was essentially naked. My breasts were bobbling and my pussy squirting in a feast for the senses of both my children.
Cole only lasted a few moments longer before he also announced he was coming. He thrust steadily, and I could read every spurt and spatter from his dick by the expression of his face. I could almost imagine the salty load hitting the inner tip of the ineffectual condom, small amounts of cum easily spurting through the tiny hole and launching thousands of sperm on a quest for Haley’s eggs.
“Now Haley, don’t forget to fuck your husband this week. We are not having a cheating scandal in this family.” I said sternly. “Since you insist on riding Cole bareback, you’ve got to make sure to cover for yourself. Breastfeeding does reduce ovulation, but that’s no excuse!”
I had almost gone into lecture mode, but I noticed Haley face down in my pussy, no longer licking it, but using it to dampen her loud moans as Cole’s piston slowly subsided. The vibrations from her vocal chords transferred across my hip bones and clitoris, giving me some aftershocks.
“I dont think she heard me,” I told Cole.
He looked at me then, tired, but hopefully not spent.
“We talked about that before, too. She knows.” He reassured me.
He pulled out of his sister and raised up the condom over her back. Cum dripped slow and steady from the hole in the tip, but it was still surprisingly full. Seeing it reignited my lust.
“Mommy’s turn.” I cooed.
Haley seemed to have passed out from the pleasure. She was sleeping soundly on the couch, just as cream-stuffed as my imagination had guessed this morning. She was even more of a filled donut now that Cole was covering her with an icing of cum leakage.
“I… think I… need a break.” My stud of a son gasped. His dick wasn’t soft, but it did appear like it needed a nap.
I tsked him and said, “Well alright. Haley’s tired, too. Lets all snuggle up and watch a movie for a while, ok?” I sat up and maneuvered Haley’s head onto a pillow, then patted the spot next to me for Cole.
“Ok. Can I suck on your tits while we watch it?”
“Of course, dear, thank you for asking. I’m not making milk right now, but if you make a habit of nursing from me a lot, I’ll pick back up again. I’ve never really let the reflex die, since the sucking sensation is a great stress reliever for me.”
Cole listened while he adjusted himself to reach my nearer nipple. His eyes glimmered when he caught sight of them from his new position.
“Wow, mom, your nipples are amazing!”
That’s kind of you dear. Now, bottom’s up!” I guided his mouth to my nipple and let him latch on.
The remote still wasn’t working so well. I took the batteries out and dried them on Haley’s bra, which finally did the trick. Then I handed it to Cole for finding something to watch.
Haley roused part way through the movie. She undid her bra and shrugged out of it. Soon she was snuggling up against my other breast and using it as a pillow. I gently traced my fingers along Cole’s stomach, keeping track of his dick’s energy level. As soon as it sprang to attention, I would want it.
But by the end of the movie, I knew my plan had unraveled. Cole slept, lulled by the serenity that nursing instills in a man and from the vigorous workout his sister had given him throughout the day. He drooled, lips slack around my nipple. There I was, holding my two children close to me. It was a typical parental position; I’d had the time to satisfy their needs, but just not enough time for me. Still,it was a closeness we hadn’t shared since the two had moved out.
I didn’t have the heart to wake either of them up, and it was late anyway. I just let the movie play out. I didn’t last much longer before falling asleep myself.
***
I awoke to the delicious smell of bacon. I was splayed out on the couch, children gone, and covered in a knit throw blanket. I stretched and yawned loudly, suddenly filled with a desire to brush my teeth.
Though I wanted to see what the kids were up to in my kitchen, I wanted to make myself presentable first. Oh my, how much my definition of “presentable” had changed in one wicked day! On my way down the hall, I shimmied out of my wrinkled dress and started the day fully nude.
‘If only Cole could see me know,’ I pined, stretching out my awakening muscles. My thighs rubbed together as I walked, jiggling from the saunter of my hips.
After cleaning up in the bathroom, I put on a quick bit of dark purple lipstick, and popped my dildo off the shower wall.
I returned to the kitchen and took in quite a sight. Haley leaned over the breakfast table, the milk flaps of the borrowed bra undone. Each hand pulled a stream of milk from her breasts into the glasses before her. Two already full glasses were set aside. Her hands worked rhythmically, one and then the other, much like you’d milk a cow. The sound of the jets hitting the glass shifted pitch as they slowly filled. Cole was leaning by the stove, a pile of bacon to his left. He was admiring his sister’s form, still wearing just a pair of underwear.
“Well, you two are up early.” I said with a coy smile. “No surprise, since you fell asleep on me.”
They both looked up.
“Morning, Mom! We made breakfast.” Cole said, gesturing to the spread. He turned around and opened a cupboard, in search of plates.
“Even the milk is homemade” I agreed. “By the way, Haley, why are you filling four glasses? Are we having company?”
I walked over to the table, hiding my dildo behind my back. I quietly pressed it to my chair and then took a few moments to sit down on it, easing it slowly into my vagina with a few clandestine hip movements so as to lubricate it properly on the way in. Cole was plating the bacon and Haley focused on her production, so they hadn’t noticed.
“Its not for anyone, I’m just so engorged with milk after our threesome yesterday. I’ll probably fill another glass after these two!” Haley whined.
I rolled my eyes and addressed Cole. “I hope you saved that condom, young man.” He balanced multiple plates to the table.
He answered after safely bringing home the bacon. “Of course, Mom. I’d never throw away a chance with a cougar like you!”
“Isn’t that what you did last night, though? I served all this up,” Gesturing at my bare body, “on a silver platter and you didn’t even have a taste! I didn’t know my son was so spoiled.”
Cole, bless his heart, actually looked chagrined. “I know Mom, I’m sorry! I was just so worn out. I mean, I lost my virginity that same morning and Haley had already pulled two big nuts outta me.”
The thick rod inside me felt amazing, but it did nothing to warm my heart the way my son did with his earnest nature.
“Oh dear, I’m just joking.” I said, reaching across the table for a piece of bacon, which also slid the rubber shaft out of me and then back in as I sat back down. I took a bite and washed it down with a swig of my daughter’s milk.
“Haley, this is delicious. So creamy and rich. Jay’s going to be a strong boy!”
I readjusted myself on the dildo, and felt a refreshing puddle in my chair already forming from how wet it was making me. Before Haley could respond, I turned back to my son.
“Now, are you gonna fuck your mother or what? Because you’ve got some competition, mister.”
As I said that, I arched my back, presenting my tits and extending my legs. I stood up slowly, feeling the thick, 8 inch dildo slip out of me. The two of them were aghast at my depravity. I rode it like that for only a few strokes before a low roar ripped from Coles throat, and he grabbed hold of my plump hips.
I squealed with delight when he pulled me over towards his chair and sat me on his lap. He pulled his semi-flaccid penis out and slapped it against the small of my back, kneading my breasts with the other hand.
I don’t know where he pulled the condom from, I guess it must’ve been tucked in his waistband, but after a few more moments of this sudden lap dance I heard him tear the foil and don it. He continued to slap his now-hard cock against my backside. I grabbed his knees for support and raised my ass up in front of his face, and slowly shook it back and forth, giving him the best view in my house.
Cole stood up, forcing the table back, and manfully pushed my shoulders down to the table. I caught myself on my elbows, clattering a plate to the floor. He resolutely lined up his aim, slid his rubbered glans between my wet vulva’s lips, and we were off.
We mated at breakfast like sloven animals. I hadn’t felt that liberated in my entire life. As a career congress woman, I was constantly bound by nondisclosure agreements and horribly tight pant suits. But I had found my new lifestyle. Wait until my ex-husband hears about this, that smarmy bastard!
While Cole took fervent plunges into my reproductive system, Haley shifted her milking station to my old chair, and began to grind herself against the wet dildo. She’d started on the 5th glass. Suddenly, Haley looked up at us with shock. Her breasts, unhanded, began dripping onto the table.
“Oh my gosh! I just realized, I need to fuck my husband today,” she lamented, “In case I got impregnated by you, Cole!”
We both stared at her stupidly, but Cole never stopped ramming into me. My nipples grazed the table with each thrust.
“We both told you, multiple times!” Cole said, exasperated.
“Haley, you’re leaking on the table,” I said at the same time.
Haley’s mouth opened, her shock turning to icy indignation.
“You did not tell me! Ugh, that’s just like you, Cole!”
‘Here we go again,’ I thought. Their argument was interrupting my first fuck with my son. My impatience flared.
“That’s enough!” I snapped, catching Haley’s eyes from beneath my bouncing bangs. “You two can fight this out later, but for now, Cole has to finish his chores!” I unsheathed Cole from inside me, grabbed him by the cock, and pulled him down the hall to my bedroom.
As a parting remark, I said “Not another word from either of you unless it’s about how sexy I am.”
I barged open the double-doors to my master suite, and dragged my son around to the edge of my canopied bed. (If it sounds like a princess room, then you’re paying good attention; I made a lot of money giving stump speeches around the county, but I never lost my girlish dreams).
My mood leavened as I sat down into the plush covers, feeling them soak up the wetness between my legs. Butter-yellow sunlight cast from an arched and stained glass window onto the bed and floor, the light adrift with dust motes. It laid a strip of my skin aglow, and what a mountainous and curvaceous golden road that part of me must’ve seemed in Cole’s eyes, for he was taking the sight of me in with adoration plain on his face.
“God, this sunlight accentuates your bangin’ body, Mom.”
I tittered at his youthful slang.
“Think you can brave these mountains?” I asked playfully while pressing my breasts together into a delectable valley of soft skin.
Cole leapt onto me and jammed his face between them. His dick, though it had gotten little attention over the last minute, was firm and sandwiched between our stomachs. As his hands and tongue jostled my breasts–which felt heavenly– he prodded at my vagina yet again with his penis. Finally, we’d get a chance to finish!
After two tempting slides of his hefty shaft across my clit, I was practically begging for his cock. He brought his hips lower and returned home. As he pumped my pussy, he leaned back, placed a hand on either of my knees, and pushed them up and outwards. He used my spread legs as handrails while he railed me.
I watched his stomach muscles clench and perspire. His dark, subtly wild pubic hair tickled my thighs when he came close, and the wide ridge of his glans sent delirium to my mind when pulled far. I grabbed large handfuls of bed spread. my heart sang out whatever carnal sounds that Cole’s love-making coaxed from it.
My soft arms, plump hips, and massive breasts bounced and cajoled to the primal song that we made together. I was close to the edge–
“Mom, I’m gonna cum!” Cole said, looking up to me, a drop of sweat bouncing on the ball of his nose. His dark brown eyes revealed their complex colors as they caught some of the sunlight.
I used one of my hands to speed my own journey up, rubbing my clit with haste. “Suck on my tits, baby!” I called out, desperate to join my son in climax.
He was panting and plowing, but still managed to lean over and gather one of my pacifier-sized nipples into his mouth.
He tried to say he was coming with a mouthful of my breast, but I’d reached my own climax and was saying the same thing to him. Once again, my climax was deep enough I issued forth squirts of my own, drenching Cole’s pubic hair and causing lascivious sounds of water fall onto my bed. We thrilled in the heart-stopping moment for its entirety and collapsed onto one another, exhausted.
After a few moments, Cole pulled himself out of me and carefully slid off the condom, holding it up like a hunter’s kill. Though it was wet, not a drop of cum could be seen.
“Tie it up and place it on my stomach, dear.” I said impulsively. I’d seen such a thing in one of his dirty Japanese comic books, of all places, but I suddenly wanted it. Within a few seconds, he’d tied the end like a water balloon, and dropped the forbidden thing onto my stomach with a wet flop.
He lay back down in the crook of my arm, and we cuddled in the midmorning light for a few blissful minutes. Just as I was about to fall asleep, my eyes flew open.
“I forgot to check the expiration date on the condoms!” I exclaimed with mild horror.
Cole looked up to me, puzzled.
“Condoms expire? Wouldn’t that take, like, forever?”
“They were from the box we gave you years ago, when you lived here.” I explained, still aghast. “There’s no way they were still–still–”
“Don’t worry. I have some money left over from the rock concert. We can go get a plan B pill later today.”
I held his gaze for a while, letting the knot in my chest disappear. I guess I didn’t have to take care of him all the time. Maybe he’d take care of me, too.
Cole broke the moment by yawning greatly. I rolled my eyes, threw my head back, and said with a sigh, “Oh alright, as long as we pick up some fresh condoms while we’re at it.”
Butterflies leapt in my chest as I thought of how strange we would look to outsiders. A boy sheepishly asking to buy the emergency contraception– which is almost always locked behind the counter– along with a brand new box of condoms, while his mother tries on cheap sunglasses from the carousel right beside him.