The Vacation Pt. 02

An adult stories – The Vacation Pt. 02 by Sorian,Sorian Disclaimer:

Thank you for continuing to read this work.I had to split the story into two parts for various reasons, but I hope you enjoy it. Please be kind in your reviews as I do struggle with editing (I need an editor obviously) and please note that this is nearly as long as the first part.

Wednesday Pt. 2

I got into the shower to clean up after yoga while my men talked in the living room and watched a soccer game–or some game I wasn’t paying attention. I let the hot water run while I looked in the mirror. My hands were shaking and I realized I was breathing very fast like I was having a panic attack.

“Calm down, Anya,” I said to my reflection. “Slow down.”

I took a deep breath and held it and waited. Then another and then another. My mind was going in many directions at once and at full speed. My body was still reeling from desire and expectation. I took my clothes off slowly and carefully. My pussy was so sensitive and so was my ass.

“Fucking hormones,” I said. “Calm down.”

I took another cleansing breath and gradually I felt my pulse slow. I closed my eyes and just listened to the water and did everything I could to not think. Not yet. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready to process how I was feeling. I waited. I let out the air slowly from another deep breath.

“Ok,” I said to my reflection as I opened my eyes. “Here we are.”

I stepped into the shower. So Eric was back. Sooner than we had expected. I was happy to see him. Of course I was. I loved him, he was my home and my man and my husband. It was like I had walked out of an immersive movie or some kind of dream that felt so real but now that I was awake I realized it wasn’t. Except that wasn’t true. The last few days had happened. In fact they were so real feeling that I felt like I needed to question everything about myself and my family.

“That’s too much,” I said with my head down and the water running over me.

The truth was staring me in the face. It had been for some time maybe or at least I had become aware of it the last few days. I loved Eric. I never stopped loving him. I have loved him my whole life. But I also loved Tim. He was my son. I had always loved both of them with my whole heart only the way a mom can. The love I had for them was different. What had happened with Tim was just another, new and amazing extension of that love. That is all this was. Yes it was lust and it was my fucking hormones and all that, but it wasn’t merely that. Something had happened between us. It was real and it was just between us. It was our secret but it was a secret that I needed. I believed that we both needed. But we also needed boundaries. That is what a mother did for her son: she set boundaries.

I got out of the shower and dried myself off. I wrapped a towel around my head and then put on a robe then sat down and started to put on my lotion. I heard the bedroom door open and for a moment I didn’t know who was going to walk in.

“Hey gorgeous,” Eric said as he closed the door behind himself. “Sorry if I am bothering you, I just missed you.”

I smiled at him in the mirror. “I missed you too honey,” I said.

He stepped over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. He leaned down and then kissed my neck gently. Once. Twice. Three times. Then he gave me a soft nibble. My heartbeat quickened and I felt goosebumps forming on my skin. I turned and kissed him and he held my face. We kissed slowly, tenderly and with love. Our mouths moved in unison and he gently turned me. Respectfully, carefully until I faced him.

He kissed my neck again and I slowly undid the knot of my robe letting it fall off my shoulders. The cool air conditioned air rushed over my exposed breasts and my hard nipples. Eric knelt in front of me and started to suck my left breast. His mouth felt like an old friend, warmly caressing and sucking. I gripped it and fed it to him as best as I could. It felt so good. I ran my hands through his hair as he sucked and licked my nipple and my breast.

We made our way to the bed and he made love to my pussy with his mouth and tongue. He knelt on the floor and licked me tenderly. He kissed my pussy like it was my mouth and made out with it. It was kind and familiar. He moaned into me as I felt a warm rush through my body.

“I want you,” I said, pulling him up on top of me.

Eric took his pants down and thrust into me. I gripped his cock with my pussy and held my husband and he slowly pushed all of himself into me. I wrapped my legs around him and we kissed as he thrust. He felt so good, so tender. I needed him.

He broke our kiss for a moment and whispered in my ear, “I love you.”

I pulled his face back to mine and we continued to kiss. I felt him start to thrust faster, more urgently. I moaned into his mouth. I was nowhere near an orgasm, but I wanted him. I wanted him to fill me up.

He groaned and broke our kiss again as he came inside me. He thrust as fast as he could and I held him and groaned with him. His chest was pressed against mine and his crotch against mine. We were connected.

“Yes baby,” I whispered to him. “Yes.”

He gave me a few more erratic thrusts and he was done. Spent. He kissed me again.

I held him against me, my hands sliding down his back to his ass and back up again. He was warm, familiar. He was my lover. I kissed him again. “I can tell you missed me,” I said with a giggle.

He smiled. Carefully he rolled off of me onto the bed and lay beside me. “I sure did,” he said. “I was thinking about doing that the whole time when I was on the plane.”

I held his hand and lay on my back. “Sexy man,” I said. “Are you saying you carried a boner for little ol’ me the whole flight?” My tone was playful.

“Yes ma’am,” he said in some sort of silly cowboy accent.

I laughed. He was cheesy sometimes. But he was mine. Heart and soul.

We lay together for a few minutes and then he got up to take a shower. I sat up and fixed my hair, put on some more lotion and then got dressed. I could hear Eric singing in the shower. I think his confidence was coming back. That made me happy.

I walked out into the living room and found Tim lounging on the couch watching TV. He looked at me and smiled. “How was your shower?” he asked.

“Just fine,” I said. Boundaries. I sat down beside him and touched his leg. My heart started beating fast again. “So Tim,” I began looking at the bedroom door to be sure that Eric was still in the shower. “About all of that has happened…”

He looked at me with those beautiful eyes. I could see there was some fear at what I was going to say. “Um, yeah mom?” I didn’t want him to be afraid. There was nothing to be afraid of.

I wasn’t sure what I was going to say at that moment. But my body betrayed me and I slid my hand up his thigh to his crotch. His unit felt so fucking good. I gripped it. I took a deep, aroused breath and looked my son in the eyes. I felt him getting hard in my grip. I let go and hooked my fingers at his waistband. Tim sat up and used one hand to pull the front of his shorts down and his big dick sprang up. I gazed at his cock for a moment and I knew I needed it. Whatever boundary I thought I would put up or whatever I was going to say just disintegrated in my mind. “I need you to keep feeding me,” I whispered to him as I brought my mouth down to his cock. “Please, be fast. I need it.”

My mouth was on his cock and he gripped the base and fed it to me. I put both hands on his thighs and bobbed my head fast, taking his dick about half way down with each movement of my head. I fastened my lips around him and sucked as hard as I could. I looked into my son’s eyes and pleaded with him to give me whatever he could.

With one hand he held the back of my head and with the other he gripped his dick and stroked what portion wasn’t in my mouth in rhythm with how I sucked him. “Yes mom, yes,” he whispered to me. “I love your mouth. It’s coming, keep sucking.”

Our eyes were transfixed as I sucked and bobbed. I felt completely connected to him, like his cock belonged in my mouth. My mouth was his cock sleeve. It fit perfectly. I squeezed his thighs and kept sucking, moving my head in a steady rhythm and my cheeks concaved from suction. “Mm,” I moaned as I tasted some precum.

He started to stroke faster, his hand bunching up to my lips and then down to his base. “Oh fuck!” he whispered.

We were connected, his dick to my mouth. This wasn’t simply pleasure, though we had pleasure in spades. This was about shared connection, longing and need. I needed my son’s cock. I needed his thick mushroom tip and how it filled my mouth. Fuck, I needed it desperately. I felt some saliva running from my lips onto my chin so I focused on sealing my lips harder around his shaft. I kept my head moving with the rhythm of his hand. I kept my eyes on his so I could see every moment of pleasure and he could see mine.

I felt his hand tighten around my ponytail, like it was some kind of handle for the fuck toy that ws my head. He stared at me and took deep breaths and he sucked in air quickly through his mouth. His chest heaved. He started to stroke faster than my head could bob. More precum leaked into my mouth.

I knew he was getting closer to his release and I needed it. I kept moving my head at the slower rhythm compared to his hand. I sucked the top half of his cock, my head bobbing while he furiously stroked the bottom half with one hand and held my ponytail with the other. He bent over slightly, his mouth opened slightly as he sucked in air. His face was a little closer to mine.

I could tell the different sensations of his hand moving at a fast pace and my mouth moving slower, felt really good for him. He bit his lip and kept staring into my eyes and then slowly started to lean back. I felt his hand tighten into a fist on the ponytail on the back of my head.

All I could think was: Yes baby. Use me. Use mommy’s mouth like one of your cum socks.

“Fuck! Fuck! Here it comes,” he moaned. He pushed hard on the back of my head and moved his hand from his cock, so I took the length of his dick and as his cockhead hit the back of my throat it erupted with cum.

I sucked and swallowed and his dick pushed down my throat. I kept my face pressed against his body and my mouth to the very base of his cock as he held my head and emptied his balls down my throat. I gulped on his pulsating member as he gave me what he had: my gulps in perfect rhythm with the spurts from his cock. It was like I was meant to do this. I was meant to be his dick milker. He squeezed my pony tail and let out another moan as he gave me one more large, warm spurt and then he was finished. I held myself there, swallowing on my son’s dick for a few seconds and then I slowly brought my head up until his spent cock left my mouth.

He pushed his wet, sticky and spent cock back into his shorts and pulled them up. He was breathing heavily and he leaned back on the couch. He looked into my eyes again and said, “Mom, please don’t tell me we need to stop this. I know dad is here but please…” His voice trailed off. He was pleading with me.

“Shh,” I shushed him very gently and maternally. My gaze at him softened and all I felt was warm gentle love. He was still just my little boy. I wiped my lips and my mouth. “No baby, I don’t think we need to stop,” I whispered and then sat back slowly as I heard the shower in the other room turn off. “We just need to be careful and just between us.”

He nodded,”Ok. I was worried. Because I don’t think I can stop doing this with you.”

I nodded. “Baby, I don’t think I can stop either.”

Wednesday Pt. 3

The rain stopped and we had a late lunch on the terrace. The air had that cool feeling just after the rain and the sky was already clearing up. I wore my green bikini with a white coverup and my men both wore their swim trunks and cotton button down shirts. We ate and drank and enjoyed the wind, the sound of the waves and just the company.

Eric gave us the details on his work trip, half of which I didn’t totally understand but I could tell he was excited to share so, of course, I was excited to listen. Tim was much more on the quieter side. Every so often he would touch my knee under the table or touch my hand. It felt like we were flirting in school or something and it was kind of cute. Though I wondered at what point, if at all, would Eric notice that Tim seemed a bit closer to me than before. I tried not to think too much about that and we would deal with that conversation, if and when it came.

After lunch we went down to the main pool. It was the largest in the resort with a fountain in the middle and a swim up bar on the north side. Not that many people were out beside us and those that were seemed to be the types that were in the sun as much as humanly possible. Eric and I eyed an older couple that looked like baked raisins. We shared a smile as we both vowed to never get to the point where you looked like a baked potato. It was possible to be too tan.

Tim got in the water with Eric and I took off my cover up and lay on the chaise. I had a floppy beach hat on and some cute sunglasses. I liked this outfit as I felt kind of stylish and I could spy on people under the cover of my hat and glasses. Not spy. People watch. That was more accurate and less invasive sounding.

I could tell Eric had much more pep in his step today. This often was the case when he knew he was a bit of a let down sexually, he would come back the next time determined to be better. Though his performance this morning was usual and fairly unsatisfactory, I knew that he needed the encouragement so I made the sounds and the moves so he felt like I got more out of it physically than I did. The truth was I did get something out of it. I enjoyed his pleasure and his affections. Eric always meant well toward me and he wanted our sex to be good for both of us. Though it wasn’t good for me physically, emotionally I always felt closer to him. He sensed that and I think it gave him confidence. I liked my man feeling confident and knowing that I was pleased with him. The truth was, I was always pleased with Eric at some level, though this time I mused as to why I wasn’t as sexually frustrated as I normally would have been. We had made love, but in recent months I would have needed to go supplement almost immediately.

I supposed I had done that. Though I didn’t like to think of it that way. Tim and I had a new connection. Though it was very separate from Eric I didn’t feel that it was taking away anything from Eric. The contradiction, of course, was I knew Tim and I couldn’t share with Eric what we were doing. I didn’t believe I was cheating, but I wasn’t sure how Eric would feel about it and I didn’t want to damage him or us in any way. That was the boundary I wanted and needed to put up. I needed to parent Tim through that as best as I could, though I think he understood in his way. I imagined it was similar in his interactions with Laurie. He loved her and they were together, but at the same time he loved me. I rubbed my temple and took a drink from my mojito. It wasn’t simple and I wasn’t totally sure if these thoughts were true or fair or made sense. All I knew is these thoughts were settling me and I needed to feel settled.

I saw the man from yoga across the pool. He was sitting by the pool with his feet in the water. He held some sort of umbrella drink and sipped it. Though he wore sunglasses I knew he was looking at me. I didn’t mind it being looked at, but I also didn’t really want to speak to this man anymore. That was the downside of these smaller resorts and, sometimes, vacations like this, is you can’t always choose who vacations with you. Well he wasn’t worth my time, even to people watch. I shifted my attention back to Eric and Tim. Eric had gone to the pool bar and he was chatting up the bartender. No doubt he was going to get some sort of secret bartender special and I couldn’t wait to try it. Tim swam over toward me then climbed out of the pool.

“Hey baby,” I said to him as he picked up the towel on the lounger beside me and wiped his face.

“Hey mom,” he replied with a smile.

I admired his body from his handsome face, strong shoulders down to the way his wet swimsuit hugged his delicious package.

“How is the water?” I asked.

“It’s great,” Tim said as he sat down next to me. “You should actually get in some times instead of just laying here looking beautiful.”

I smiled at him. “Well someone needs to do it,” I replied. “I am almost ready to get in, I think. Are you all done?”

“No, just wanted to see what you were up to,” Tim said.

“Just people watching,” I mused.

“See anyone interesting,” Tim asked. He was always so curious to know what I thought or what I saw, he had always been that way.

“Just your father,” I said then I pulled my sunglasses now and looked Tim over with my eyes very obviously pausing on his crotch, “And you, of course.”

Tim gave me a wide smile. “Come on, let’s get in the water.” Tim got up and beckoned me to follow him.

“Very well,” I said, getting up slowly. I felt a tingle in my thighs and my tummy. I sighed slightly as I stood up. I was always horny.

I stepped into the water and I noticed Yoga Man watching me get in the pool. I could see his wife sitting behind him on a lounger and I wondered if she was aware of what her husband was, seemingly, always up to. I had learned there were three types of wives in this regard: 1. Those that believed they controlled their husbands and so they were blissfully unaware. 2. Those who were insecure and felt they could do nothing to stop it, so they ignored it. 3. Those that overtly or secretly got off on it. Yoga man’s wife looked to be in the first category if I was forced to make a judgment call. For a moment I wondered which I was in terms of Eric and I realized I was probably in that category as well. I didn’t like that so I pushed the thought away.

I followed my son into the pool and we found a free space on the wall closest to the ocean. We hugged the wall and watched the waves. I always loved the irony of sitting in a pool and watching the ocean. As soon as we settled in I felt Tim’s hand brush against my ass cheek. I looked at him from the corner of my eye, still wearing my sunglasses. I assumed he had no idea which way I was looking.

“Mom,” Tim said in a low voice.

“Yes honey?” I replied, turning my head toward him.

“Your ass is ridiculous. I am sure every guy at this pool is hoping you will walk by so they can have a look,” he said as he gave my buttcheek a little squeeze.

My body tingled at his firm grip. “I am not totally sure about that,” I said in a flirty voice.

“I am,” he said, giving me another squeeze.

“Should I get out of the pool and walk around it once to test your theory? You can count how many, if any men turn their heads,” I said. I felt myself getting more excited by his touch.

“I am not sure I want you to do that,” he said. One of his fingers slid into the leg hole of my bottoms and caressed more of my buttcheek.

I moved a little closer to him and his hand slid beneath my suit and he gripped my bare ass cheek. It felt really fucking good. “Why? Are you afraid I may prove you wrong?”

He shook his head and swallowed. “No, I don’t like a bunch of strange men looking at…”

I stuck my hand down the front of his swimsuit and gripped his hard cock.

“…you. You are my mom,” he continued with a bit of a strain in his voice. “I like you for myself.” He tightened his grip on my ass and I moved closer to him. From above the water it looked like we were just sitting close, talking and looking out at the ocean.

I gripped his dick at the base, my fingers partially holding his balls as well. “All to yourself?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. I gripped his cock harder, reaching for his whole ballsack, finding it and clutching it–balls and base together. “You don’t want to show me off?”

He clutched my asscheek, his fingers dipping a bit into my asscrack as he squeezed. He shook his head, “There is no reason to show you off. You just walking around in the world is enough.”

My lips curled in a small, lusty smile. “Well that is sweet,” I said. “Speaking of all to yourself…” I pulled him slightly closer to me by the cock and balls. He was very hard in my hand. I glanced around slowly to make sure no one was near enough to us to have any idea what was going on. “If you had me all to yourself, right now, what would you do? Be specific. Details are important.”

My son swallowed dryly. He kept his firm hold on my ass. I could tell his head was spinning a little. I thought of Eric’s comment on eighteen year olds not having enough blood for their brains and their cocks at the same time. “I would start with your mouth,” he said shakily.

“This mouth?” I asked slyly and touched my lips with my free hand. My other hand let go of his balls enough so I could slowly stroke his thick shaft, slowly enough that there would be no evidence above water.

He nodded.

“What would you do with my mouth?” I asked.

“I would fuck your mouth,” he said, his voice filling with lust. I imagined his balls starting to fill with cum–if that’s how that worked, I wasn’t sure.

“Fuck is a dirty word Timmy,” I said clutching his cock as hard as I could and very slowly working my hand up and down his long shaft. “It’s not very respectful.”

“I know,” Tim said, breathing heavily. “But that is what I would do: hold you by the hair and fuck your mouth.”

I was extremely wet. I kept gripping his dick. I slid my fingers over the tip and squeezed. “Sounds like you would be a little rough,” I said with another small smile. “Would you fuck mommy’s mouth hard?”

Tim swallowed again on a dry throat and nodded. “Yes,” he managed.”I would pump my cum down your throat.”

My heart skipped a beat. I was so wet that my legs felt slimy. “Good,” I said. “As you should. Now you said you would ‘start’ with my mouth. What would you do next if you had me all alone?” I moved my hand back down his shaft and gripped his balls, they felt laden and heavy.

“Um,” Tim grunted as I held him by the balls, “I would get your legs open wide and I would fuck your pussy as deep and hard as I could.”

My heart was pounding. “What position?” I asked. I could feel the lust in his eyes and I had no doubt some precum was in the pool.

“M-missionary,” he said with a stutter. “I want to look in your eyes and get your legs up high.”

“Do you like looking in mommy’s eyes while you fuck me?” I slid my other hand to his cock and gripped it, one hand on his balls, the other on his shaft. I was partially facing him now and his other hand was on my side while his first still gripped my ass.

“Yes,” he said.

“Is there anything else you would do if you had me alone and all to yourself?” I asked. I slowly kept jerking him off, I saw some precum on the surface of the water and I smiled.

He nodded. “I..I would turn you around,” he said.

“Roughly or gently, Tim?” I asked.

“Roughly,” he said, his voice full of lust. “I would make you show me your ass and then beg me to f–”

“Hey you two!” Eric said from about eight feet away. He was holding two drinks and walking in that slow crouched position, clearly trying to not spill anything.

“Hey honey,” I said, turning toward him. Tim let go of my ass. I kept one hand under the water, gripping my son’s cock while I lifted the other hand out of the water to reach for my husband. “Is that drink for me? Or are you going wild on vacation?”

Eric laughed. “Both, baby, both,” he said, handing me the drink and then scooting in on the other side of me.

I kept my hand on my son’s erect cock and I sipped the drink. “What the fuck is this? Holy shit it’s good…” I said. I was so horny that my filter was gone.

Eric laughed then said in a joking tone, “Anya, you shouldn’t swear in front of Tim. You know virgin ears and all that.”

I smiled, “Right.” I looked at Tim and smirked, “I wouldn’t want my Timmy to lose his virgin ears.” I slowly stroked his big cock under the water, I wasn’t sure if I was physically able to let go of it.

Tim laughed, more awkwardly than I would have liked but, again, not enough blood was able to get to all the places.

“Speaking of virginity,” Eric said. He was a little drunk. This was going to be fun or awkward or both. Eric was a great drunk. “Have you taken your mom’s advice and got your mind off sex during this trip? We haven’t really talked about it and we all know that little Laurie is waiting to pounce on you as soon as you get off the plane. Like you know, get you off as soon as you get off?”

I cringed. Classic Eric dad joke. He was very amused with himself so it was worth it. Eric was a cutie. I kept a firm grip on my son’s dick. I stroked him very slowly, my hand going all the way down to the base and holding it there and squeezing.

“Yeah dad,” Tim said. He was struggling but he was finding some composure. “Mom has really been helpful with that.” He looked at me for a split second.

Speaking of being helpful, I wanted to help myself to more of Tim’s cock, the poor guy needed to burst and I needed him to burst for me. I just smiled at him as my mind raced for some kind of idea on how to do that discreetly. I took another drink. “Eric, what the hell is this? Can we just, like,have one brought to us every half hour or so?” I said with a smile.

Eric laughed and he touched my butt under the water. He always got a little frisky when he was drunk. “Alejandro is the bartender, I can’t remember what he called it. But he told me to just ask for Alejandro’s drink or something. Only the experienced guys know how to make it.” He was gloating a bit knowing that the drink was a hit. “Well Tim, your mother is an amazing woman. So it doesn’t surprise me that she has been a big help. She always helps me whenever I need it.” He slid his hand down the back of my suit and grabbed my ass.

My body tingled and my heart pounded. I kept my hand on my son’s cock and sipped the drink again while my husband was grabbing my ass. I glanced at Eric and winked. He was smiling, drinking his drink and enjoying my ass cheek. It was a bizarre quandary to be in: In my one hand was my son’s cock and I really needed/wanted/had the urge to make him cum, ideally in me but I wasn’t sure if that was doable. On the other hand, my husband was fondling my butt in semi-public, which was extremely wonderful and even more extremely rare, I wanted to enjoy this moment with him and possibly please him somehow without making him cum too fast. At the same time, Eric could not know about Tim and I. I was torn, overly horny and just trying to enjoy it at the same time. What is a girl to do? “I think you both are a bit biased,” I said and then added, “I mean I like it and don’t stop, but I am just saying.”

Both of them laughed. Tim rocked his hips slightly as I gripped him and Eric pulled me close to him by my ass. I could feel his erection against my hip. This would be two times in one day for my husband. We could not miss this chance. I let go of Tim’s cock and brought my hand up his body slowly, maternally, so he knew I was not rejecting him by any means. I brought my hand out of the water and pulled my sunglasses down and winked at him. I mouthed the words, “Wait. Text you.” Then I turned to Eric and I grabbed his crotch gently. His eyes went wide and he kept holding my ass. “Eric, do you want to show me that thing you brought back from work? I am getting a little chilly in this pool.”

Eric smiled at me. “Yeah, I left it in the room.”

“Timmy, do you mind hanging out here for a bit white your father shows me what he has?” I asked, looking at my son and winking.

“Of course not,” he said with a smile. “I will be here.”

I followed Eric out of the pool and after grabbing towels, we made our way back to the room.

Wednesday Pt. 4

As soon as Eric and I got back to the room his hands were on me. He was tipsy and frisky and I loved it. I leaned against the counter of the kitchenette letting my towel fall to the floor. Eric pulled my swimsuit bottoms down and gripped my ass with both hands. I felt his mouth, tongue and breath on my ass as he licked, kissed and nibbled on my butt cheeks. My body was covered in goosebumps and I stuck my ass out for him to do whatever he wanted to.

“Anya, you are so fucking hot,” he muttered as he bit my left ass cheek a little harder.

I groaned at his touch. “Use me,” I muttered.

I felt his tongue on my ass crack and I pulled my ass apart. He found my pussy with his hand and he started to finger me from behind. I wanted him to touch my asshole. He didn’t. That was too dirty for him. “You are so fucking gorgeous. You need to be worshiped,” he moaned as he fingered me from behind. “Like a goddess,” he muttered as he stood up and pulled his finger from my wet folds.

I held the edge of the counter as he pushed his cock into me from behind. I groaned. His aggression and urgency felt so good. He held my hips and started to fuck me. I kept my back arched but leaned back so I could kiss him as he thrust. He sucked my tongue and fucked me fast. Our mouths broke off and I moaned then said, “Yes baby, fuck me, fuck your queen.”

He grunted and focused on thrusting as hard and fast as he could. He loved it when I was his queen and he pumped me as best as he could. I felt him clutching my hips, one of my breasts popped out of my top and he started to groan. Almost immediately he started to cum and he pumped as hard as he could.

“Ah! Ah!” my husband cried out as he came.

I felt his warmth filling me. I leaned back again so I could kiss him while he pumped his seed into me. Our mouths met as he thrust erratically a few more times and then he was done. We continued to kiss and I clenched his spent cock until it was too soft to stay in me and it slipped out of my pussy.

We broke our kiss and he said, “I love you, Anya.” He held me for another moment and then stepped back.

I turned around and smiled at him. “I love you too, honey,” I said with a smile. “Twice in one day, I am a lucky girl.”

He laughed. I could tell he was feeling pretty good about things and he should. This was nice. “You are stunning, my love,” Eric said as he looked at me while I did my best to get my boobs resituated.

“You are sweet,” I said and I pulled my bottoms back up. “Is it hot in here?” I asked with a laugh.

He laughed. “Yes it is. Let me look at the thermostat.” He immediately went to the digital box on the wall and started fiddling with it.

I smiled. Eric was always so attentive, even with things like this. I didn’t care how hot it was, but he wanted to take care of me. To serve me. What more could any woman ask for?

“I hope Timmy isn’t lonely down there without us,” I said as I picked up the towel.

“I am sure he is fine,” Eric said. “He is eighteen, Anya. I think the real question is are you going to be ok without him?” He laughed.

He wasn’t wrong. “Well I am going to go down to keep him company, do you want to come?” I asked.

“No, I am gonna shower and take a nap I think. You know try to recharge,” Eric replied with a grin. He was a cutie.

“Ok, I will text you if we decide to do something,” I said and then, after picking up my phone again, went back out the door.

I got to the elevator and I felt Eric’s cum still warm inside me. I liked it when he drank, he seemed to let loose a bit more. “Baby steps,” I muttered as I hit the button for the elevator. The problem was I felt good, close to Eric because we had just had sex again. The problem was I was this crazy sex fiend now and I did not have an orgasm yet. I knew Tim was waiting for me. I needed my son. I hoped he needed me too.

I got in the elevator and took it down to the first floor. Instead of going to the pool I walked down the path to the next pool and found the family bathroom. I went inside, locked the door and texted Tim: In the family bathroom at pool 2. I need you.

I sat on the toilet and waited. Maybe he was still in the pool. I know Eric and I weren’t gone that long. My heart was pounding. I was so horny that I had trouble thinking straight. I sighed and stood up and decided to go find my son.

Suddenly my phone buzzed with a text from Tim: On my way.

I smiled and sat down. I set my phone on the sink and then sat back on the toilet. It was ironic, I supposed that we were in a family bathroom and not a stall. It was just the closest one and I didn’t want to be worried about anyone seeing a man or a woman walking in. Why did I care? Maybe I was worried about Yoga Man watching me or something.

There was a knock at the door. I stood up and opened it. Tim quickly stepped inside. I closed the door.

“Where is dad?” Tim asked in a whisper.

“He is in the room taking a shower,” I said. “Why?”

Tim didn’t say anything. I knew he was thinking about something.

“What is it baby?” I asked, stepping closer. I could tell he was bothered and all my maternal instincts kicked in. “What’s the matter?”

He shook his head, “Nothing, mom. I just missed you.”

“I’m here baby” I said and gave him a hug. “Mommy’s here.”

He held me and I could feel his erection growing and pushing against me. His hands slid down over my ass and I gasped in delight. “I love you, mom,” he said.

“I know, I love you too,” I said. He pulled back slightly and then kissed me. I opened my mouth and took in his tongue as he searched my mouth with it. I started to suck it, feeling the tremendous urge to make my son feel good. I pushed my hand down the front of his cold swimsuit and I held his cock. He grunted in my mouth as I started to jerk him off.

We broke our kiss and he pulled down his swimsuit and then took it off. I smiled at my gorgeous naked son and took down my swimsuit bottoms and then took off my top, letting my breasts swing free.

“I need you, mom,” he said to me.

“I know, baby,” I replied, letting him look at me naked. “I am right here, honey, use me.”

He looked at me for another moment and then it was as if all his lust suddenly took over. He stepped toward me, pushed me down to my knees and pushed his dick into my mouth. I started to suck it but quickly discovered that he wanted to drive. He held my head and started to thrust, his big dick plunging into my mouth. The feeling of his powerful hands holding me like this made my knees weak and I gave into the sensation of my son fucking my mouth. I put my hands to my sides and then behind me, showing him that he was in charge. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and did my best to keep my balance as he drove his big, hard penis into my mouth again and again.

“Yes mom,” he muttered with lust. “I need you, suck my cock, take it. Yes mom, take it.”

I took it. Gladly. His big tip kept hitting the back of my mouth again and again. I stuck my tongue out and tried to swallow on it.

He shifted his grip from one hand on either side of my head to one on top, so he could grab my hair and the other on the back of my head. He pulled me toward him hard and I took a breath just in time as his big dick pushed down my throat and, once again, I relished his scent as my nose pressed against his body. He was using me and I never felt closer to him than this.

I swallowed on his cock and he grunted with pleasure. He thrust fast, short thrusts, keeping his cock in my throat the whole time. I was off balance as he was controlling my head and I loved it. He groaned, shuddered and then blew his load straight down my throat. He pumped roughly and I did all I could to swallow as much as I could. My body was on fire with lust, need and desire as it was clear he was trying to pump everything down my throat. I wasn’t sure if he was still cumming, my mouth was so full and I kept gulping. I heard him swear and gasp and then finally let me go. I rolled back to my heels and looked up at him through blurry eyes. I took a breath and wiped my mouth. Cum and saliva was on my chin and my chest. I could not believe how big that load was. I felt like cum was everywhere.

My son looked down at me, his eyes still full of lust and need. His wert cock still pulsated, cum was all over it. We weren’t done yet.

“Fuck me until you are empty, baby,” I said to him as I turned around and got on all fours. “Don’t stop until you are done, do you understand me?” I added a strong maternal tone as I arched my back for him and stuck my ass out.

Tim got behind me and gripped my ass. I leaned forward and let him look all he wanted. My son guided his cock to my pussy, still filled with my husbands cum, and pushed in. He was so much bigger than Eric that I gasped at the sensation. “Holy fuck!” I moaned.

He gripped my hips and started to fuck me from behind. In all my eighteen years as a mother, if I had one purpose in life, it was this. My son pumped the full length of his cock into me again and again. I had never felt anything so deep from this angle, so hard and so straight to my core. I felt his balls slap against me and in seconds I had an orgasm. I shook, shuddered and groaned as Tim kept thrusting. He fucked me straight through that orgasm into a second. Wetness flowed out of me and down my thighs as my son fucked me like he owned me. Our bodies slapped together at a feverish pace and I felt every inch of his cock each time.

If he wasn’t holding me so tightly I felt like I would have slid across the floor, he was fucking me so hard. I knew I was having orgasms but I wasn’t sure when one started or when a different one ended. I felt sweat and tears running down my cheeks and my face, mixing with the cum dripping from my chin. I closed my eyes and just focused on my son’s cock plunging into me from behind at a relentless pace. I felt every inch of his lust and every punch of his desire and focus. I accepted all of it gladly.

“Use me! Fuck me!” I urged him on.

His pace was growing more urgent and somehow, he went faster. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. My son’s cock was somewhere deep inside of me when he started bucking his hips.

“Fuck! I’m cumming!” he bellowed and he began pulsating and pumping his cum into me.

I had another orgasm and closed my eyes as he pumped everything into me. I imagined I was his cum sock– the receptacle he came in when he just couldn’t think straight any more, I was his fuck toy–that plaything that he would use before going to school or coming down for dinner or going on a hot date, I was his dick milker–the thing he used to let some of the constant pressure out, and I was his mother–the one that did anything for my son to comfort him and to make sure he knew he was loved. I was all of those things in that moment as my son gasped and pumped everything he had in his balls straight into me.

I wound up laying on the restroom floor, on my tummy, my son on top of me still slowly pumping his cum into my over filled pussy. Finally he pulled out of me and I felt his liquid run onto my asshole and down my crack. I felt his penis against my asscheeks. “That’s it baby let it all out. Whatever is left, just empty it on me,” I whispered. I felt another small splatter on my ass and lower back and then his cock was just pressed against my ass. He lay still and just breathed. I breathed with him.

Thursday Pt. 1

I was up early on. Usually I slept well but this morning I got up around 5 to pee and then I was just awake. Eric was sound asleep. He took some sleeping pills to make sure he got a good rest, I had insisted because he still seemed so stressed out. I lay in bed for a few minutes but eventually I got up so I wouldn’t wake Eric. I slipped out into the living room where Tim was asleep and I made myself some coffee. I looked out the window and smiled. I loved the ocean and I loved it in the morning. The looming thought of leaving still wasn’t quite there, it would probably hit me tomorrow that we were leaving soon, but I wasn’t ready for that yet.

I stood next to the coffee maker while it percolated and thought about the upcoming day. It seemed to me that Eric would want to get out of the resort at least for a while. He was a bit more of a go-getter in that regard. I liked the resort, the pool and the drinks. But today I may need to compromise and head into town or something. I glanced at Tim, asleep on the bed and I marveled at my sweet boy. He was hugging a pillow and fast asleep.

I poured myself some coffee then walked over and sat on the couch near him. I decided I could take this first cup without the special treat he had been so good about putting in for me. I crossed my legs and frowned. I knew why I was awake. It was always the same reason when this happened. I was incredibly horny. I didn’t have a sex dream or anything like that. I just woke up wanting it. I considered using my toy and I smiled at the thought that I really hadn’t needed it on this trip. Funny how things happen.

Tim rolled over and stretched. I wondered if he could smell the coffee. Maybe I subliminally wanted him to wake up. Probably not. I wasn’t like that. My boys needed sleep and, yes, I had woken Eric up for sex before but I wouldn’t do that now. He needed rest more than any of us. I was worried about him. He was tired often and I knew it was the job but it felt like more than that. We were pretty healthy people, he just seemed to get hit harder by things. I probably just didn’t understand because I was a housewife or stay at home mom or whatever the term was.

“Good morning mommy,” Tim said in a super cute voice. He was laying on his back, his blanket crumpled around his waist and smiling at me.

“Good morning handsome boy,” I said, then sipped my coffee. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” he whispered. “Well maybe you did,” he added. He pulled the blanket aside and revealed his thick, hard morning wood for me. The boy was a miracle.

“Are you blaming that on me?” I asked with a sly smile.

“Always,” he said as he sat up.

“Bring it over here,” I said. “I need some of that cock cream in my coffee. We can help eachother out.”

He walked over to me, glanced at the bedroom door to make sure it was closed.

“Your father took some heavy sleeping pills last night,” I said. “He won’t be up until at least eight. Now pull that thing out for me.”

He smiled at me and pulled the front of his boxers down and showed me what he was packing. It was almost completely hard. At this point I was very familiar with my son’s cock, but I didn’t think I would ever get tired of it.

“Make mommy proud and pump your first load of the day into my cup, please,” I asked.

“Can you help me?” He asked with a grin.

“No,” I said back, “I want to watch you.”

He gave me a little frown.

“Oh come on little pouter,” I teased. “Maybe we can think of something for round two. Something we haven’t tried before. But right now I need you to do what I am asking.”

“Ok mom,” Tim said. He started to jerk his cock in front of me. I set my cup on the coffee table and watched him. There were few things more beautiful than my son masturbating in front of me. He was working his dick fast and I could see it getting harder.

“Good job honey,” I said in a maternal voice. “Keep going. Stroke that cock for mommy.”

He kept going, opening his legs slightly and leaning toward me. I knew he wanted me to touch him, to coax him, to kiss him or suck him. Something.

I leaned back and crossed my legs and kept watching him. “You have such a big dick, my strong boy. I am so proud of you.”

He was breathing faster and I could see his arm flexing as he squeezed his penis and stroked it as fast as he could.

“Does that feel good?” I asked him in a sweet voice.

“Yes mom,” he said. His eyes searched my body. I wasn’t wearing anything terribly sexy at the moment but he still looked at me with lust. I loved that.

“Keep going, stroke that big cock for me. I need your dick milk. I don’t ever want my coffee without it, baby,” I teased.

“You are a kinky mom,” he said in a lusty whisper.

“You don’t know the half of it…yet,” I whispered. “But I need you to understand, I need your fucking cum. I am thirsty for it all the time. So pump that cock for me.” I uncrossed my legs so he could see my panties and then I crossed them again. I could see him getting more and more excited as precum leaked from the tip.

He looked into my eyes as he beat his cock. His mouth was partially open and I knew he was working hard for this one. I could see he earnestly wanted to please me, he wanted to perform and he wanted my approval. “I love you, Mom,” he moaned. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I know,” I replied. “Show me by cumming for me. MIlk that fat cock for your mom. I need you to.” I opened my legs again for him and he gazed down at my panties.

“Ah!” he groaned and more precum spilt from his dick.

“Good boy,” I urged him. “Show me your love, baby.”

He groaned and lurched and a thick wad of cum spurt from his cock hitting the lip of my cup and then all over the table. He aimed himself down and the next spurt shot into the cup followed by another and another.

“Yes honey,” I moaned. “Give me all that dick cream. I need all of it. More cum than coffee. All of it.”

“Fuck,” he said in a low tone as his pulsating cock gave me two more ropes before he was finished. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath then let go of his spent, hard cock, still red from how hard he was beating it for me.

I smiled at him. My sweet boy. I felt his love for me. His devotion and his need. I got up, went to the kitchenette and found and spoon. I returned to the couch, picked up my cup and licked the side of it so none of his cock juice was wasted. Then I stirred my cup slowly and looked at him then took a drink. There are no words for how good it tasted. “Thank you, sweetie,” I said to him as he put his dick away and sat on the couch. “That was perfect and this was delicious.”

“Do you really want my cum all the time?” he asked as he leaned back and tried to recover.

“Yes,” I replied simply as I took another drink. “I want you to remember that ok?”

He nodded.

Thursday Pt. 2

Eric was up earlier than expected but it looked like the sleeping pills had done him good. He was chipper yet relaxed and we opted to stay in the resort again for the day so he could fully relax. I had to always remind myself of how much pressure he had on him and, as such, that it can take several days for him to get fully relaxed. I called down to the front desk to see if it was at all possible for us to stay another day or two but sadly it really wasn’t. The wife part of me wanted to see my husband relax and be able to fully recharge.

We went to breakfast on the terrace and Laurie called Tim as we were walking down. He took the call and went in a different direction to talk to her while we were seated.

“You looked rested,” I said to Eric.

He nodded, “Yeah, I didn’t know how tired I really was. I think between all the travel days and then the work thing in the middle, I am just worn out. Getting too old for this.”

“Don’t say that!” I said putting my hand on his arm. He was starting to get gray streaks in his hair but it only made him look distinguished, not old.

“So I have been meaning to ask you,” Eric began looking around for a minute to see if he could spot Tim, satisfied that he couldn’t hee continued, “How is Tim doing? I mean with this whole “wait until we get back” thing?”

I thought for a moment. The truth was that I had been so focused on what was happening with Tim and I that I had not thought as much about what may happen with Laurie when we got back. “I am not sure,” I said carefully. “He hasn’t talked as much about it as he did when we first arrived.”

Eric nodded thoughtfully. “I have to say I was skeptical that they would wait and even more so that this whole trip would get things off his mind, but he definitely seems a bit less weighed down by it. Speaking from experience, when you are that age and constantly horny it is really difficult to do anything else. I mean especially when you know you have a girl waiting for you and ready to go at a moment’s notice,” he took my hand. “Remember when we were that age?”

I laughed. “Yes of course I do.”

“When I was on the plane I thought about the time we went through the McDonald’s drive through to get shakes and you were blowing me while we were at the pick up window,” Eric said and laughed.

I laughed, “Yes I won’t ever forget that. Wasn’t that Carla Walker that was in the window?”

Eric laughed. “Yeah she played it pretty cool considering she had to have seen what was going on. I mean we were in a Honda Civic. It’s not like she couldn’t look straight in.”

“That was the first time you came in my mouth,” I said with a twinkle in my eye.

“I remember being so freaked out when that happened,” Eric said. “One of my buddies told me that girl’s hated the taste or texture or something and your chances of getting oral sex go to zero if you cum in your girl’s mouth without warning.”

“Oh the wisdom of youth,” I laughed. The irony of course as that first time I had tasted it I knew I needed it all the time. It was surprising to me that women may think that semen was a turn off or gross. I thought about Tim jacking off into my coffee this morning and it made my body tingle. It was so beautiful, sexy and intimate. Giving me his cum like that was just another way that I could see and feel that he loved me. Maybe I am weird. “Definitely not the case for me,” I added.

Eric smiled, “Lucky me.”

I held his hand. “I think we are lucky we found each other, especially when we did.”

The waiter brought our food and we chatted and ate. Tim found us a few minutes later, he ordered waffles and orange juice.

“So how is the ol ball and chain?” Eric asked Tim with a playful smile.

“Missing me terribly apparently,” Tim replied.

“Poor girl,” I added. “A week is a very long time to be without my Timmy.”

He made a face at me and we all laughed. “So what is the plan for today?” Tim asked.

“Well I am a few days behind you guys in terms of laying down and doing nothing,” Eric said. “I mean I am open to head out on an adventure, but I was kind of hoping to getting drunk by the pool.”

“I was thinking about that,” I said. “I saw you sleeping this morning, dear, and I was thinking that you should get one of those relaxation spa days today. You know, the spa and the sauna and then the massage. Like the whole thing.”

Eric looked at me. I could tell the idea really appealed to him. But he was hesitant, “Well what about you two? Seems not fair that I should get pampered for like, what is it, four or six hours or something and you guys don’t?” This was typical of Eric. He was always a martyr for us and he had so much trouble just doing something for himself and even more trouble receiving it if it was a gift. “I would rather just hang out as a family.”

“Honey,” I said. “I want us to be together as a family too. But I want my man to get fully relaxed and taken care of. That’s why we are here right? You do so much for us and let us just do this for you by telling you it’s ok to enjoy yourself. Please.”

“Yeah dad,” Tim chimed in. “You deserve it. I mean you left during your vacation because your jackass boss couldn’t close the deal without you. I think that means you deserve a day to get pampered. Mom and I will miss you, but, I mean, we are still in this amazing resort that you have made available to us. So please go and spend the day getting recharged and pampered.”

“The more time we sit here and argue about it, the less time you will have to get pampered,” I said with a smile. “Sweeting, you know that I am going to win this one. I always do, so let’s skip all the back and forth and just get you an appointment to get in there relaxing.”

Eric laughed. It was a big, whole body laugh and his eyes were teary. My heart was full and it broke at the same time. I could see how stressed he really was and he was realizing how much he really needed this. “Ok, ok,” he said, putting his hands up. “Anya, you are a force of nature. Who can say no to you?”

“No one,” I replied. “That’s one reason why you love me.”

He laughed.

“You know what they say dad? Behind every man that wears the pants in the family is the woman that tells him what pants to wear,” Tim said, very proud of himself for this joke.

We all laughed and I felt lighter seeing my husband agree to be pampered. He deserved it. I left the table and went to the lobby directly to set up the day for Eric. They had options of 1/2 day and full day. I decided to get him the full day even though it was very expensive. What was the point of having all this money if we couldn’t spend it from time to time? I made the reservation for 10 am to 6 pm, signed the forms and then went to the bar to get a mimosa before heading back to the room.

“I find it interesting that we keep running into one another,” said Yoga Man. Somehow he had slithered up to the bar when I wasn’t watching.

“I don’t,” I replied coolly. “It is sort of like going outside in the evening and getting bit by a mosquito.”

“Ouch,” he said. I could tell he was already or still tipsy. I wasn’t sure of the timing. “So what drives you to drink so early this morning? Too much family time?”

I smiled and thanked the bartender when he gave me my drink. “I am not sure I need to explain my choices to you,” I replied with a curt tone. “I see you are way ahead of me,” I said, nodding to his empty glass in his swaying hand.

“I wish I was behind you,” he said in a very forward tone. It made me uneasy. “Honey, with an ass like that you were made for…”

“We are done talking,” I cut him off. “Please do not speak to me again.” I walked away briskly and I could feel his eyes on me. I wondered why he was so persistent but I felt like at this point I couldn’t be any clearer. I walked out onto the terrace and ironically I saw his wife having breakfast. There was another seat and it looked like she was expecting someone, probably her husband. I thought about walking up to her and telling her what her husband said. But I knew she wouldn’t believe me. I mean, would I? She didn’t know me from anyone and for all she knew I was some snobby, self obsessed homewrecker.

I walked past her briskly and went back up to the room. Tim and Eric were watching a game.

“Boys,” I said in a very maternal tone. They both looked at me expectantly. “Two things: Number one, Eric I made an appointment for you at 10 and it will go until 6. It is a full day of pampering and I expect you to utilize the whole day. I see your look and, yes, it was expensive. But I don’t give a shit about that if it means my man will be taken care of. So I don’t want to hear about it. Am I understood?”

Eric smiled broadly. He liked my queen-take charge tone. I thought about giving him more orders like this during sex. “Yes ma’am,” he replied.

“Good. Second and I don’t want either of you to do anything, I just need to tell you that I have now had several interactions with a scummy guy in the lobby. I disregarded him a couple times but this morning he was very, uncomfortably forward with me and I didn’t like it. I told him so and I think he got the point. But it really irritated me, and I am flustered a little by it.”

Tim and Eric both frowned. Tim had a clenched fist. “Can you point him out to me?” Tim asked. He wanted to beat the shit out of Yoga Man.

“Sweetie,” I said to him sweetly, “I don’t want you to do anything. I just wanted to tell you both because it made me uncomfortable and so if I am a little bitchy as a result, please know it isn’t you, it is someone else. These things are part of being a woman.”

Eric frowned, “It shouldn’t have to be.” He stood up and gave me a hug. “Well thank you for telling us about it. Timmy, can you stay with your mom today.”

“Eric, I don’t need our so to pro–”

“I know you don’t, Anya. I think between the three of us you would probably be able to beat this guy’s ass the hardest. In fact, at another time I would pay money to watch you kick the shit out of some scumbag. But I am not asking for you, I am asking for me. Tim? Can you stay with your mom today, like if Laurie calls or whatever can you just stay near or talk to her tomorrow? If I am going to be relaxing all day then I need to be able to not worry about this. Ok?”

“Yes, dad, of course,” Tim said.

Eric looked into my eyes, “Anya, you are our treasure. Thank you for telling us about this.”

I got teary eyed for a moment and then I kissed Eric. “Thank you,” I said.

A few minutes later Eric gathered a few things and went off to the spa for the day leaving Tim and I in the room.

Thursday Pt. 3

I stood in the bathroom fiddling with my hair. I couldn’t decide if I wanted it up or down. I frowned as I tied it back, bunched it and then held it up. Not sure why I was having trouble. I was wearing my black bikini and I wanted to feel pretty. It was my new swimsuit and I felt like it fit me the best. It held my boobs well and made them look perky and the bottoms sat just right on my hips. I liked how I felt when I wore this suit. The truth was that the man at the bar had rattled me a bit. I know he was drunk and stupid and nothing was going to happen, like I was safe. But he just made me feel ill at ease and it bothered me. I took a deep breath and realized that I was crying. Not much, but I had some tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Fucking hormones,” I muttered. I sniffed and wiped my cheeks.

I turned to the side and looked in the mirror. I wondered passively if this was the right suit to wear after being approached like that. If I owned a “fuck-me” suit, it was definitely this one. Especially the way the panty line worked on this suit, it fell right on the line of my hip and seemed to ride up just right around my ass. I frowned again. Women need to feel pretty and this asshole made me uncomfortable for feeling pretty. I was still crying.

“Stop it, Anya,” I muttered and wiped my cheeks again.

“Holy shit, Mom,” Tim said from the doorway, slightly startling me.

“What is it, Tim?” I asked, feigning a smile and wiping my eyes.

“You look so sexy,” he said with a smile. “Wait, what’s wrong?””

I sighed and looked at my son. “Nothing sweetie, I am fine. I think I am just a little bit more rattled by that man this morning than I thought. Even your mom isn’t invincible.”

Tim frowned, stepped into the room and leaned against the vanity. “I don’t like that at all, mom.”

“I’m sorry baby, I will get over it. I don’t want this to ruin our day together,” I said sniffing again and wiping my cheeks. “I just need a few minutes.”

He stood up and pulled me close to him. He was shirtless and he wrapped his arms around me. For a moment I was startled and then I wasn’t. I was safe and I was held. I was warm. I leaned into him, pressing my body against my son’s. My body started to tingle and I felt my nipples get hard. I pressed my face between his neck and shoulder.

His fingers traced down my back down to my ass and back up again. Soft, gentle touches that made me tingle and wet. “Tell me what you need,” he whispered to me and he kissed my cheek.

I could feel his hard erection pushing against me. My emotions in the moment made me open completely to him. I felt my heart swell and my hands shook as I ran them down his strong back. “I need you,” I said. “I need my son.”

Tim kissed my neck. Small kisses that traced just under my jaw line. He nibbled at my earlobe and then sucked it, making me gasp and tingle. His hands slide up and down my back. I felt him fiddling with the back of my bikini top and it made me smile at how inexperienced his hands were. My sweet boy.

“Untie it at the neck,” I whispered to him.

He followed the instructions and pulled the string. I took a step back as my top came undone. I slid the rest off easily, setting my breasts free. My son stared at my chest for a moment.

“You are better than any picture I have ever seen,” he said seriously as he looked at my breasts.

I smiled. “You are a charmer,” I muttered. I looked down to the tentpole in his shorts and I got down on my knees, slid my fingers into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them all the way down slowly. My son’s big dick sprang up in front of me, a dribble of precum already forming.

“Mom, you don’t have to. Let me take care of you–” He started to say as I gripped his shaft.

“No, baby,” I said to him gently. I looked up at him as I held his cock an inch from my face. “I do have to. I am your mother and pleasuring your big cock is something I need to do.” I licked the precum off the tip in a long, slowly, lavish lick. “I love sucking and kissing and licking it,” I sucked the tip for a moment and then continued, “Some women need to receive more than give. But I need to give–like this,” I sucked him for another moment then said, “I need to take care of my son’s cock. Baby, it is a part of who I am,” I said as maternally as I could. I rolled to my heels and rubbed his cockhead against my nipple and looked at it. My nipple beaded up hard and felt and looked so good against his thick mushroom tip. “If you want to take care of me today then, please, give me all your cum. Any and every way that you can. I need all of it.” I continued to rub his cock against my breast.

“Yes, mom,” Tim said.

I kept rubbing him on my breast, from one to the other and looking up at my sweet boy.

“Mom?” Tim asked.

“Yes honey,” I replied as I brought him back up to my mouth.

“Can we just stay in the room all day?” He asked.

“Yes Tim,” I replied. “I think that is a great idea.”

I took him back into my mouth and just sucked on the tip of his dick, I didn’t bob my head or jerk him off with my mouth, I just sucked the tip and kept my eyes on his. He ran his fingers through my hair and leaned against the vanity. I felt completely and utterly connected to him at that moment. He was my son and my lover and I was his mother and his cock worshiper. I gripped his dick with both hands as I sucked and started to jerk him off quickly, still just sucking on his tip. I gazed up at him with my “feed me” eyes and stroked him fast, my arms flexing and my tits jiggling.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned at the sudden intensity. He kept looking into my eyes, “That feels so good. Shit! So good.”

I sucked him a little deeper and felt a firm seal in my mouth around his cock head. I kept sucking and jerking his dick, making small circular motions with both hands as I stroked him.

“Holy shit!” he groaned and leaned back, bucking his hips forward, jutting his dick toward me with the tilting of his pelvis.

I could see the raw pleasure in his eyes and I kept going. I continued to gaze up at him with hungry eyes. My body was on fire, my mouth was dripping with saliva. I needed my son’s cock cream and I needed it right now. I kept sucking his cockhead hard and I ran my tongue up against it in my mouth again and again, lapping at it and sucking while I stroked him. His dick grew harder, thicker and a bit bigger in my hands and mouth. I kept going, driven by my complete need.

“Fuck!” Tim cried out as he leaned forward, jutting his dick further toward me with his hips. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ah!”

I started to moan. My hips were rocking involuntarily as I was so turned on. My arms burned, I was jerking him so hard and fast but I couldn’t stop. I need it. Gazing in my son’s eyes I knew he needed it too. I felt his cock starting to pulsate.

“Gah!” Tim groaned and his body shuddered and spasmed as he came. His cock erupted in my mouth with a torrent of hot, thick goo that filled my mouth. I sucked it straight down and kept going, just sucking and milking my son’s pulsating, big dick. I shifted my grip so my hands put more pressure on the underside of his shaft and I stroked him down from his balls all the way to my mouth in long, twisting motions. His dick pulsated again and again and I kept gulping and swallowing. Cum filled my mouth and some ran out the sides of my lips and got on my hands as I sucked and stroked.

“Fuck! Mom! Fuck!” he moaned. I knew his dickhead was getting sensitive, but I needed every ounce he had.

I let go of his cock and pressed my head forward and took him all the way down my throat. My face pressed against his body, my mouth around his base and tickled by his public hair. I slid my hands up to his hips and held him, just moaning and swallowing on his cock. I could feel his thickness in my throat and worked my throat muscles on his cock with each gulp. I was giving him everything I had and everything I was in that moment and in return he was giving me everything he had in him. I wasn’t sure if I had orgasmed physically. All I knew was in that moment, I had never felt so close and connected to anyone or anything as I did now. He ran his fingers through my hair as I swallowed and gulped on him.

Finally it was over. Very tenderly I pulled back from him and let his spent cock slip from my mouth. It was wet from my split and covered in bits of cum. I licked it carefully and kept my eyes on Tim the whole time. He just breathed deeply and watched me.

“I love you, Mom,” he said to me.

Thursday Pt. 4

To say that we had sex all day would be an understatement. I wasn’t sure if it was due to my vulnerable emotional state, my crazy hormones, my addiction to cum or some kind of mix of all of those things. I felt like all the emotional and physical doors inside me had burst open or the sexual dam had broken. No metaphor feels right to describe how I felt or the raw insatiable desires that literally overwhelmed me. If I was some kind of sexual force, my son was equal to the task. I saw in him during that day a mix of love, tenderness, lust, power and at the same time the need to keep fucking and to keep cumming. Each time his young body recharged and gave me more, I begged for him to do it again. Every time I had been left wanting in the past or unfulfilled seemed to come to the surface and I wanted, no, I needed each one of those moments to be sexually dealt with. At the same time I knew I had a deep vulnerability or need that was being exposed in me and Tim met that: He wanted me. It was like his pure want for me kept making him get hard again, to fuck me again. My range of emotions and desires were all exposed and it seemed as if each one was met in a different way.

After I drained his cock that first time we spent tender moments together as he held me, still being there as I was feeling shaken up. But soon our hands were wandering, roaming over one another’s bodies and then our mouths. Tim sucked my breasts as I straddled him. I gripped them for him to suck on, back and forth. It was a deeply maternal moment as my son sucked my breasts, licked my nipples and sucked them more. I felt his lust and love and desire all at once as his lips, tongue and even teeth moved over my breasts. It was deeply intimate to hold my breast firmly and feed it to him while he sucked it and gazed up at me. The lines between mother and lover blurred as I fed him my breast and felt his hard cock pressing against me at the same time. Yet as I told him to “Open wider for mommy,”while I pushed my breast further into his mouth nothing felt more natural, more intimate or normal than what we were doing. I had an orgasm while he sucked my breast.

Soon I had removed my swimsuit bottoms and I was riding his cock. He sucked my breasts for as long as he could while I bounced on him, but eventually he was clutching my ass and helping me ride the full length of him. Up and down, up and down. We kissed and touched and I came on him. We shared an intimate kiss and he came inside me in a sudden surge. I gripped him with my body and clung to him as he came.

I remained on his lap with his cock inside me and we were still. Just holding one another and listening to the waves. His cock held all his cum inside me and I continued to kiss his neck, shoulders and his lips.

Eventually we made it to the bed where he lay on top of me and fucked me again. I wrapped my legs around him, gripped his ass with both hands and begged him to keep going. My legs were wide and eventually over his shoulders again as he pumped my pussy with everything he had as we transitioned from intimacy and love into hard fucking. He kissed me at first but ultimately he just held me down and drove his cock into me, constantly shifting his weight and trying to go deeper. I held his clenched ass as my son fucked me, at some point shifting my hips so my ass was off the bed and he could simply piledrive his cock into me. It felt so good to be fucked like that. Tim would almost wind up before each deep thrust and I would cry out with a “Gah!” or “Fuck!” and then slap as our bodies would slam together and his big, meaty dick would impale some deeper place in me. When he finally did have his orgasm in me I came with him and was in tears by the end of it. I held him as he pumped wave after wave of cum into me and tears ran down my cheeks. All I could do was grip his ass and say, “Yes, yes, more, more.”

We took a break and ordered some food. My son was tired, sweaty and I thought I had worn him out. Room Service arrived and I managed to put on a robe to let them in while Tim took a shower. I took small, measured steps as I greeted them and I had to clench my whole body because I felt his cum wanting to drip out of me. He had cum in me so much that there were small pools or splotches around where I had walked. I had never felt so dirty and yet loved and fulfilled at the same time. I was literally overflowing physically and emotionally.

When he got out of the shower I had wiped up all the cum and was working on the last bit on the living room carpet when he walked into the room, completely naked and rigid as a board. I couldn’t believe it. He immediately started eating some of the food but he didn’t get far and I didn’t either. I looked into his eyes, dropped my robe and told him to “Use me.”

He did. My son pushed me to my knees fucked my mouth and he was not gentle. I looked up at him as he rammed it in my mouth and gripped my hair in fists like I had two handles on my head, installed for this express purpose. He would stop for moments so I could catch my breath and he always held this baseline of tenderness toward me. But at each pause I would beckon him to “use my mouth like it’s my pussy.” I am obviously and overtly orally fixated and I can’t overstate how much I loved sucking cock, but in this moment it was extremely satisfying to be used like this. I wasn’t sucking him, my mouth was open and he was thrusting. As he was fucking my mouth, I thought about all the times I had sat in front of the mirror putting on makeup or brushing my hair or thinking I was pretty, then as his cock pushed down my throat and I felt the slight burn and then the clenching of my neck muscles I knew that many of those mornings when I was trying to look nice that this is what I wanted to happen. I wanted to get pretty for this: for my son to use my pretty face like this. I felt demeaned and used, just like a thing and yet I knew how deeply my son loved me and that he was doing this, like this, because we both wanted it. We both needed it. Not every time. Every time is routine and boring. But sometimes a woman just wants to her man to fuck her mouth because he needs to.

Somehow I wound up on my back and Tim was straddling my face still fucking my mouth. He had one hand on my hair and one on the bed to keep his balance. I had both hands on his ass again, just trying to urge him on, to go until he was done. When he began to cum I started to swallow but suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and emptied his cock and balls all over my face. He held my hair with one hand and he jerked himself with the other. My eyes were all ready closed from the face fucking and I felt the warmth of his seed paint my face. He let out grunts and moans and short words like “yes,” and “Mom,” and “ah,” as he came all over me. It was one of those paradoxical moments where I felt truly demeaned and needed at the same time. In my mind it was a picture of what it was to be a mother: to give yourself and to sometimes be made a mess of. But it was all for love.

When he was done, Tim pushed his dick back in my mouth and said, “Please just suck on it mom. I love your mouth, please suck on it.”

So as I lay on my back with so much of my son’s cum all over my face and hair, I sucked on his spent cock while he straddled my face. My arms wrapped around his waist and thighs and I held him as I sucked and he rocked his hips slowly against me. Though my eyes were closed and completely covered in cum I knew that my son was still looking down at me with love and closeness. I knew that he needed me to do this for him like he needed me to pack his suitcase for trips and to make his dinner. He needed me in every way and so, of course, I would do whatever I could for him.

We continued like this for some time. Time really wasn’t a factor or even a reality. What was real was what I could feel: my son’s cock in my mouth, his cum all over my face, his hands caressing my hair, his breathing and his voice. I sucked his cock and used my tongue to massage it and I felt it starting to get hard again. My son’s glorious ever hardening love instrument. He continued to rock his hips against my face as and I kept sucking him. Finally he pulled out of my mouth. I searched for it with my lips and my tongue. It was like as soon as it left my mouth I missed it and needed it again. I wanted to wipe my face so I could look at him at the same time I loved his spent seed all over me. It was like some kind of card that I had no use for anymore but wanted to keep for what it represented.

He got off of me and gently rolled me over. I felt his hands on my back and then my ass and then his mouth soon followed. I got on all fours as he kissed my lower back, his hands grasping and massaging my ass. I arched my back for him and presented myself as best as a mother could, legs spread a little, ass up and my hands clenching the bed sheets. I could feel what seemed like a gallon of my son’s cum in my pussy, it had been slowly leaking out over time. My thighs were wet and sticky and I imagined globs of his seed trickling down. I felt completely exposed to him and completely open like this. There was nothing to hide. His mouth and tongue searched my asscheeks and I could feel his lust growing as he kissed, licked and then bit my ass. Never too hard, just enough for me to know he wanted me.

I felt his fingers touch my tiny sensitive puckered asshole and I clenched as his fingers grazed the hyper sensitive flesh. I gasped as he made small circles around it and then I groaned as I felt his warm mouth on my asshole. He licked me and I shook with pleasure as he pulled my ass cheeks apart and focused on my most secret hole. I felt dirty and exotic and slutty and like a queen as my son licked and kissed my asshole. I felt his cum dripping from my face and in a move of instinct I wiped it from my eyes. I opened my eyes wide as he pressed the tip of his finger into my ass and I clenched it. He had fingered me before and I had used toys on my ass, but this felt different. He was searching me. He was tender but deliberate and I could feel his intensity growing. I knew where this was going and I wanted it. Desperately I wanted it. But I was scared. My son’s cock was so much larger than anything I had used on my ass.

I leaned forward and opened my legs a bit more, so my asshole was front and center for him. My son feasted on it. He kissed and licked and fingered me slowly. Carefully. I started to shake with lust and anticipation. His cum continued to run out of my pussy. “That feels so good, honey,” I said in a gasp as he slowly pulled his finger out and licked my ass.

“Mom, you are so beautiful like this,” he said to me and then he moaned and licked my hole.

“Do you want to fuck mommy in the ass?” I asked him, trembling.

“Yes mom,” he said simply. I felt him kneeling behind me and I looked back at him.

“Not yet baby,” I said in a sweet but maternal tone. “I have never done this before. I need you to be very slow and I need you to get some lube.”

He looked at me with excitement.

“In my makeup bag on the vanity. You will find some Vaseline. I think we can use that,” I said leaning down on the bed and stretching my back. I would never look at downward dog in yoga class the same way.

He got up, fumbled through my bag the way a man does when he has no idea what he is looking for and then returned holding the yellow container with the blue top. “This?” he asked as if he was looking for the correct battery. He was such a cutie.

“Yes baby,” I said. “I want you to rub that all over your dick and then all over my hole.”

I looked back at him and could barely make out that he was stroking his dick with the lubricant. My heart pounded. I was covered in goosebumps. I had fantasized about this many times but never thought it would happen. I was scared at the same time. I groaned as I felt the lube being rubbed all over my very sensitive asshole. He pushed his finger in my ass a few times and I gasped.

“Ok mom,” he said. “Ready.”

I felt him place his meaty cock between my asscheeks. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and then I slid my hands back and held my ass for him. “I got it,” I said in a whisper. I felt the cool air on my hole. I was so exposed. Completely vulnerable.

“Mom this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Tim said to me.

I smiled.

I felt him push his big, impossibly thick mushroom tip against my little hole. I didn’t know what to do. I gasped as I felt him rubbing it against me, it felt so fucking good I almost let go of my asscheeks. I leaned forward as best as I could as I felt him pressing against me. I heard the squelch of the lube and he grunted and his dickhead pushed against me.

Then it happened.

“Ah!” I groaned as his dick pressed into my pucker. I tried to relax but I didn’t know how. I felt a tingle and stretching and a burning and an overwhelming pleasure. He kept moving and pushing and I felt him working his dickhead into me and I groaned. It felt good. It hurt. It stretched. It burned. He pushed. I relaxed. It felt so fucking good. It stretched. It hurt. It burned. He pushed and I felt my muscles grip his tip, just under the mushroom head. I groaned and my hands went from my ass cheeks to clench the sheets. He was in. “Holy fuck!” I cried out as I clenched his cock and felt his hard shaft with my ass. From my clit to my spine I felt a massive jolt of pleasure and then from my tailbone to my ass and I cried out as I had an orgasm. I had never felt one like that before.

“Mm,” Tim muttered as I clenched him. I felt his hands on my hips and he slowly started to push again.

“Ah! Fuck!” I groaned and I looked straight ahead but my vision was blurry. My eyes slightly burned from my son’s cum and so I closed them again. “Keep going! Slowly! Please.”

He felt impossibly big but the more he pushed, the more I felt completely filled and the more I wanted it. My ass felt sensitive beyond anything and all I knew to do was grip the sheets, moan and do my best to relax and clench my ass. It felt like I was using my ass to swallow my son’s cock. We found some sort of rhythm when he pushed. I would clench and relax, clench and relax and more of his dick would press into me. He felt too big, too long, too much and yet I needed it. I did what I could to take it and I had another sharp orgasm that seemed to shoot from my tailbone straight to my clit. I groaned with clenched teeth as I felt another chunk of his cock slide into me suddenly.

“Fuck, Mom,” Tim said. “Mom I am all the way in.”

I let out an almost inaudible groan. I felt his body against my ass. His cock was so far into me that I couldn’t discern what I was feeling or where. All I knew is I was covered in goosebumps. I felt like we were welded together, cock to ass.

He slowly began to thrust. Small, short thrusts to start enunciated by the squelching sound of the lube. He grunted and groaned and whispered things I couldn’t hear and I knew he was feeling so much pleasure. So was I.

Soon each thrust felt better and better. Smoother and smoother. I felt his cock sliding against my clenched asshole and then his heavy balls would slap against my pussy. The entire movement was filled with sensations and pleasures I had never felt before. Each thrust was getting longer, harder and he was going deeper ending with the slap of his balls. I clenched my fists in the sheets and moaned. I was ready. “Fuck me! Fuck my ass Tim! Fuck your mom’s ass!”

As if he was a racehorse being hit with a whip he spurred into a faster pace. I felt his hard grip on my hips as he thrust faster and faster. My sensitive asshole was in heaven and I slid my hand down between my legs and started to rub my cum covered clit.

“Ah! Ah!” Tim moaned as he fucked me. He was less and less restrained as he thrust harder and harder. I felt his cock go deeper into me. “Holy fuck!” he cried out. “Mom, I am gonna cum. I am gonna cum!”

I gasped as his cock fired a jetstream of warm cum into my ass. I didn’t know what to do so I clenched the sheets and let my son pump, what felt like, another gallon of cum into my ass. He pumped me hard and erratically, forcibly dumping everything from his cock into me. Harder and harder he pumped me and then, suddenly, he stopped. He pulled my ass against him and he held me.

I took ragged breaths and I opened my eyes again, relieved that some of the cum was gone from them, probably on the sheets or something. My body felt full. Both my ass and my pussy were full of my son’s cum and his cock was still in me. I just lay my head on the bed and stayed in position as he slowly ground his body against me. My mind raced from pleasure to the dirty logistics and everything in between. Here I was, a mom covered with my son’s cum and his cock in my ass–my, now, cum filled ass. I smiled as I thought about it. I felt demeaned again, like a real slut and at the same time I felt more and more like who I was: Tim’s mother.

With a slow pull and then a lubed popping sound, Tim pulled his spent dick from my ass. I crumpled to the bed and lay on my side. My body and my mind reeling. Tim spooned me and held me against him as we breathed in unison.

Suddenly the hotel phone rang. It startled me as I realized I was drifting to sleep.

“Who is that?” Tim asked, whispering in my ear.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Let’s just let it go for now. I am sure it’s fine.”

We waited for it to ring through to voicemail and then continued to lay still. I could hear Tim’s regular breathing and I assumed he had fallen asleep. I smiled at the thought that he was all tuckered out and needed a nap. I put my hands together like a pillow and continued to lay still. My body was still on edge, like all of me was an exposed nerve ending. I had never experienced orgasms like that before. My lower half felt full, laden, worked out and used. My son’s cum was in me, on me and running out of me. It felt so good. It was the first time since I could remember when I felt like my sex drive had been sated, if only for a few minutes.

I lay still for a while longer, listening to my son sleep and letting my mind wander. I wondered what Eric was doing and I hoped that he was relaxed and even sleeping right now like his son was. Eventually I sat up. My face felt tight and dry and I realized my son’s cum was dried up now and caked all over my skin. I looked at the clock: 2:04 pm. We had been fucking for four hours.

“No wonder I feel so relaxed,” I muttered to myself with a smile. I got up and washed my face with some water, cleaning all of Tim’s essence off me. I looked in the mirror and had a passing thought wondering if cum was good for the skin. Seemed like it was good for mine. I smiled at the image of my son jerking off in my lotion tub and in my coffee. Maybe that was pushing it. Maybe not. I washed my hands and then rinsed my hair in the sink after finding globs of cum in it.

“I like watching you get ready,” Tim said from the bed. “I have always liked watching you.”

I smiled at him. “Get a good nap?”

He nodded, “Probably one of the better work outs that I have had in a while.”

I laughed. “Me too. I am going to be sore–all over.”

He frowned for a second, “I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to hurt you or–”

“No, no baby,” I cut him off. “You didn’t hurt me. This kind of sore is a normal thing and I will be fine.”

His face shifted more at ease.

“One thing I do need you to do right now, however,” I said, taking a firm maternal tone. ”

“What’s that?” Tim said, pulling his underwear and shorts back on.

“I need you to really clean off your penis with soap and water,” I said looking at him from my mirror.

He had a questioning look and then looked at my ass for a moment and nodded. “Right, ok mom.”

I smiled at him. Another reminder that porn wasn’t reality.

The phone rang again. I looked at it for a second, shrugged then got up and answered it. “Hello?”

“Hello is this Ms. Smith?” said a professional sounding voice.

“Yes,” I suddenly felt very nervous.

“We need you to come to the hotel infirmary, your husband has had a health event,” the voice said.

My throat went dry. “What?! Yes of course, I will be right there.”

Thursday Pt. 5

After picking up the room quickly and waiting for Tim to get cleaned up we immediately made our way down to the lobby of the hotel. I asked for directions to the infirmary and it was clear that several of the hotel staff had been looking for us. All of them were very sparse on details and I did all I could to not panic. I wondered if Eric had fallen down or slipped in the spa or something silly.

We found the infirmary and I saw Eric laying on a bed with a nurse taking his vitals. He was awake and he smiled when he saw us.

“Honey?!” I said rushing to him. “What happened?”

“I am ok,” he said weakly. “Just got really dizzy and some chest pain, that’s all.”

“Ms. Smith?” a stern voice came. The hotel doctor walked over to us and looked at me.

“Yes, that’s me,” I said, feeling much calmer now that I saw Eric was fine.

He beckoned me over and I frowned, glanced at Tim and Eric and then walked over to the doctor. “What’s going on?”

“Ms. Smith,” the doctor said, his accent was very thick so I had to focus on what he was saying. “Mr. Smith had a mild heart issue.”

“Heart issue?” I asked. “You mean a heart attack?”

“Not necessarily, ma’am. We wouldn’t know for sure because we lack the necessary equipment. To be honest with you I think he took too much medication,” he said in a lower voice.

“What medication? Eric is healthy. He took some sleeping pills last night, but he only took a half dose.”

The doctor shook his head. “Not sleeping pills. He told me this morning he took his Viagra and he thinks he took it twice due to being so groggy from sleep.”

I didn’t know he took viagra. I felt shocked and a little betrayed that he didn’t tell me, but I suppressed that quickly. I knew the whole issue around this was hard for him. I realized suddenly that we had sex twice the day before, which was rare and he didn’t seem to be as phased as usual. The truth was I didn’t know anything about this stuff. “So what happens if he took too much? Is this permanent or…?”

“No Ms. Smith,” the doctor said. “These things impact people in different ways, of course, but usually the patient will have headaches, low blood pressure, dizziness and even fainting. I think his chest pain might be related as well. I have seen this before in my position here at the hotel, so we have the necessary treatments to counteract these things. But your husband should be fine.”

I nodded feeling relieved. There was a pit in my stomach now. Guilt. Not about what I had done with Tim today, that was, again a mother and son thing. But guilt over how I had been pushing Eric to please me physically. I knew he was struggling but I didn’t know how much and that he felt the need to take medication for it. “Thank you, doctor. What do we do now?”

“I think now your husband truly needs to rest and abstain from sexual activity for the next few days at least. I am speaking with the hotel manager and we want to extend his relaxation spa time all day tomorrow. With your permission. We want to ensure that your stay is not adversely impacted by this event and your husband needs to be in a state of complete rest. I will check in with him and you periodically for the rest of your stay. When do you leave again?”

“Sunday morning, early,” I said.

“Yes that’s right, I remember,” he nodded. “I will give your husband something for his sleep. Make sure he takes it the next three nights to ensure he gets adequate sleep.”

“Ok doctor and thank you for the spa day for him tomorrow, yes, of course you have my permission for that,” I said quickly. I looked over at Eric and saw Tim sitting with him. They were talking. I could see Tim’s concern.

“Your welcome, Ms. Smith,” the doctor said. “We will send the sleep medication to your room and our staff will have a wheelchair to bring him to your room in about an hour or so. I want to make sure his blood pressure is good before he leaves.”

I nodded. “Ok, thank you.”

The doctor left and I turned back to my men. My heart was swelling in my chest. I felt like I had been so selfish and so sex obsessed that I wasn’t taking care of Eric. He always did so much for me and for us that I think I naturally took advantage of him. He had my attention, he always did, but this trip and things with Tim have confused things. How did I make sure both of them were taken care of and loved?

I walked over to them. “Well now,” I said to Eric.

He looked at me sheepishly. I could see that he was worried about what the doctor had told me.

My heart broke because I could see he was embarrassed.

“What did the doctor say?” Tim asked. “Is everything ok?”

“Yes, everything will be fine,” I said looking at Tim and giving him my soothing maternal tone. “Your father is overworked, and he has been carrying so much.” I tuned to Eric and looked at him tenderly, “Sweetie, I think your body is telling you and now us all that you need some real rest. Not just from work and from being the wonderful husband and father you are, but also from expectations.”

He looked at me and didn’t say anything. I could see in his face that he knew what I meant.

I sat beside him and held his hand, “Darling, the only expectation that I have of you is for you to know that I love you no matter what. Thick or thin. Sickness or health. Always have and always will.”

He squeezed my hand.

“So this was all, like, stress or something?” Tim asked, completely confused. “Is that even possible?”

“I have been burning the candle at both ends,” Eric said “I just–”

“It’s fine sweetie,” I cut him off. We were a family of honesty but at the same time I didn’t feel he needed his embarrassment drug out in front of our son needlessly. I had learned this week that not everything needed to be shared with everyone. Some things are best to be kept between partners. “So here is the deal and there are no excuses, workarounds or bargaining about this: Eric they want you to literally do nothing for the rest of our trip. Nothing. The doctor is giving you a free day of relaxation tomorrow at the spa and you are going to take it. Don’t give me that look like you don’t need it. I am in charge of taking care of you and what I say goes. So you are going to the spa tomorrow, it is already arranged. Along those lines Tim is going to handle our luggage at the airport and I will handle all the arrangements. You are going to relax. Next, the doctor is prescribing you something to help you sleep that won’t interact with what is going on with you. You need to take it for the next three nights to ensure you get real, meaningful sleep. For the next few days, Eric, let me take care of you.”

Tim was smiling at me and so was Eric.

“What is so funny?” I asked, somewhat annoyed. “I am serious.”

“Seriously sexy,” Eric said. “Whatever you say ma’am.”

“Seriously,” Tim added under his breath.

Friday Pt. 1

The next morning we all slept in. I made sure the shutters and the blackout curtains stayed closed and to my surprise I didn’t wake up until almost 9. I couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. Eric was awake beside me, propped up in bed reading something on his tablet.

“Good morning,” I said to him with a dry throat. I wondered if Tim ramming his cock down my throat yesterday contributed to that, but I wasn’t sure. Could have been the air conditioner.

“Hey,” Eric said. “You were out.”

I nodded. I had passed out early the night before and my body was sore–especially my ass. That will definitely not be an everyday activity, I thought to myself as I remembered my son pushing his big cock into my little asshole. Despite the soreness now, admittedly it still felt so fucking good. “Yeah I think I am catching up on sleep I had been missing when we were home.”

“I’m really sorry about yesterday,” he said, looking over at me with sad, puppy dog eyes.

“No honey, don’t apologize,” I replied, scooting next to him. “I was surprised to find out what had happened and the medication.”

Eric frowned.

“Sweetie, you could have told me. But I understand why you didn’t,” I said.

“The funny part is I only took them because I wanted to have sex yesterday,” he said. “That’s how it is supposed to work at least. I don’t know, I mean obviously I don’t know because I took too much.”

I put my hand on his, “Do I put pressure on you? I mean to perform?”

He looked at me for a long moment, “Sometimes, but I think I put it on myself too. It’s a weird thing because I do truly see you as so sexy and attractive. It’s just, like, my body doesn’t respond like it did or something. I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

I squeezed his hand,”Don’t apologize ok? I just want you to know that I am here and I love you. We will get this sorted out. But right now I don’t want you to feel any pressure from me in that regard, ok?”

He nodded.

“Are you excited for spa day part two?” I asked.

“Not as much as yesterday,” he said. “Yesterday I felt like I needed it and you were right to push me. But I missed you and Tim–you mostly. I didn’t like feeling like I was on vacation alone, you know? The whole point was for us to be together.”

He was absolutely right. “I understand sweetie. I am not sure how to handle that because the doctor said you need to just have total rest and me wanting to talk to you constantly might not be conducive to that. But I do miss you too.”

He nodded again. “Well this time I am going to bring my phone and I will probably at least text, likely call you throughout the day to see what you two are up to. What did you guys do yesterday anyway? With all the excitement we never really talked about it.”

I thought about my sore ass and my dry throat. I was flooded with the memory of Tim straddling my face and fucking my mouth in the same place where I was laying now and then cumming all over my face before fucking me in the ass–taking my anal virginity with his big, young cock. I knew it couldn’t be something I did every day, but I wanted to do it again. “Not too much actually,” I said, trying to push the day’s events to the side. Spent a lot of time in the room and then got in a good workout.” I justified that this was not, in fact, a total lie.

Eric nodded. “I would have thought you guys would have went to the pool or into town or something.”

“Yeah we talked about going out, but I guess we have just been having some really good mom and son time,” I said with a smile.

“That’s really good,” Eric said. “I don’t think I have remembered seeing Tim so happy as I have the last few days. Especially when I got back from my work trip. He just seemed more sure of himself and I can tell that you two are really close right now. Tim dotes on you. I know I do too. You are spoiled.” Eric laughed.

“Yes I am,” I said with a smile. “Luckiest woman alive.”

There was a knock at the door and Eric said, “Come on in!”

Tim poked his head in and said, “Good morning guys. I was wondering when you two would get up.”

“We have been for a bit, just chatting,” I said.

Tim walked over to me and handed me a cup of coffee. “Here mom, I made this for you,” he said with a smile. “I may have put in too much creamer though. I was waiting for you to wake up for a while.”

I glanced down at the almost full cup of coffee and noted traces of his seed on the inside lip of the cup. I smiled at him and took a sip. “How much did you put in?” I asked him.

“Um,” Tim paused for a moment. Eric wasn’t really paying attention, he was looking at his tablet. “Twice, I mean two. I was waiting for you and, well, yeah.” He said awkwardly.

I winked at him. He jerked off twice into my cup. There was more cum than coffee in this drink and I took a bigger sip, eyeing him. My sweet boy. “It is delicious,” I said. “Perfect for me to wake up to. I might need more later. It tastes so good.”

Tim smiled broadly and proudly.

“Can I have a little?” Eric asked me.

I paused. Horrified and unsure what to do.

“Didn’t the doctor say no coffee?” I asked. It was a lie.

“I don’t think so,” Eric said.

“Let me get you your own cup,” Tim said.

“No need, I can just share with your mom,” Eric said.

“Actually, honey,” I said as he reached for my cup. “I have a bit of an itchy throat and on the off chance I am getting sick, I don’t want you to get it.”

“But I like your germs,” Eric said sweetly.

“With everything that happened, I don’t want you to get sick, especially from me,” I said, feeling some momentum in my argument. Never in a million years would I have cared about something like this, but, of course, this particular cup was different and just for me.

“Here dad,” Tim said, coming to my rescue. He handed Eric a half cup of coffee. Thankfully he had enough foresight to make a pot instead of just a single cup.

“Ok fine,” Eric said in a fake mad voice and then he drank it.

I leaned back, breathing easier and took another big drink. It was fucking good. Like really fucking good. I was past the coffee bit in my cup and was drinking mostly just my son’s coffee flavored cum.

We chatted for a few more minutes and then got ready for the day. I wore a cover up and my black bikini that I was supposed to wear out yesterday before Tim and I decided to stay in. I also wore my floppy hat and sunglasses in case we decided to get some more dedicated pool time. Eric and Tim wore shorts and shirts and we headed out for our breakfast on the terrace.

As we were seated I sighed heavily as our table was almost next to Yoga Man’s and his wife.

“What’s the matter?” Eric asked.

“Nothing,” I replied flatly. Then I glanced at Yoga Man, thankfully his back was to me.

Eric followed my eyes and then nodded. “Oh, with everything that happened yesterday I almost forgot about that.”

Tim looked over the same direction. My son was a sweet boy, kind hearted and I don’t think I had ever seen him truly angry before. He was in that moment.

“It’s not a big deal guys,” I said. I was the last woman that needed or wanted men to stick up for me. At the same time I admitted that I felt very loved seeing their disdain for Yoga Man. “Let’s just try to enjoy our breakfast before we send Eric off, yet again, to the spa.”

Tim smiled, “You are pretty spoiled, Dad. I mean seriously.” He joked.

Eric laughed, “Well I don’t know if you two realize what a big deal I am in these parts. Maybe someday, Tim, if you play your cards right, meet the right woman you too could spend almost two days in a relaxation spa.”

Tim smiled and looked at me, “I think I know a good woman.”

I laughed. “Well this is getting a bit ridiculous,” I said. Unfortunately loud enough for Yoga Man to turn. I could feel his glance. I didn’t like that he had any effect on me. I missed the next few remarks from my men as I tried to unrattle my cage. I feigned some warm smiles and then was happy to see our food arriving with mimosas.

Thankfully, Yoga Man and his wife left shortly after and the three of us had a nice breakfast. We all walked to the spa to send Eric off and I could tell that even though he acted like he would rather be with us, he was really looking forward to the massage and the spa and the sauna and whatever else they had in there. I gave him a kiss and then sent him in, like he was going off to school on his own or something. The truth was that I was relieved that he was ok, he seemed to have recovered fully and that this whole thing wasn’t going to be that big of a deal.

Tim and I walked over to one of the pools and sat in a couple of lounge chairs and took up our vacation positions.

“Do you think dad is ok?” he asked me after a few minutes of quiet.

“Yes, I do,” I said and I meant it. “This just goes back to what I told you a few days ago: your father works so hard for us to be able to do this and everything else we do and have in our lives. We need to not only be aware of it, but I was reminded that we, and especially me, need to be grateful for him.”

Tim nodded, “You are right, of course. I was scared.”

“Me too, honey,” I said.

We watched the pool for a few minutes and had another mimosa.

“Mom?” Tim asked in his little boy voice.

“What is it?” I replied.

“What if dad finds out about us or what we have been doing?” He asked. He was looking at me intently. “I mean I have been thinking a lot about this, I guess like the way you would. You always think about everything so I wanted to do that with this.” He was so cute. My heart was full. “I don’t think he needs to know or should find out. Like I don’t think we should tell him or anything. The weird part is that I don’t feel like it’s hiding from him or lying and–” he paused trying to gather his thoughts, “I don’t feel like you and I are having an affair. It’s weird to me. I know we can’t always just trust how we feel, but this seems different. I guess what I am trying to say is I don’t want this to end when we go home. I have never felt closer to you. I have always loved you, Mom. But now its like I have never felt more connected to you as your son. It’s like I have, I don’t know, really–”

“Really needed this,” I said, finishing his sentence.

“Exactly and that I have always needed this–from you or with you,” he said with more emotion. “I know this is weird or fucked up or whatever and not everyone does this or even should. But, Mom, when you and I are together and even now, it’s like this is what we should be doing. I just don’t know how to reconcile that with it happening behind Dad’s back.”

I nodded. He had hit the point on the head. The thing I had circled around in my mind since this began. “Are you going to tell Laurie?” I asked before telling him my side of things.

He shook his head and added, “No. I love her. Like that hasn’t changed at all but for me this has nothing to do with her. Is that wrong?”

I thought for a moment, took a big sip from my drink and took my sunglasses off so Tim could see my eyes. “No honey, it isn’t. I have had similar thoughts about this and I have wondered for myself how I would handle it if your father found out, or anyone else for that matter. The way I see it now is that I have always loved your father. He is my husband and he and I have our life together. I don’t feel anything less towards him and I won’t after this trip and all that has happened. In the same way, you are my son and I have loved you since I learned I was pregnant with you. That has not changed and I feel like, if anything, this time has only cemented our connection even more. What we have isn’t for anyone else. They aren’t part of it. Even your father and even Laurie. What we have is for us: a mother and son. I don’t think we are being selfish. This is just our secret connection.”

He looked at me for a moment and I could see my sweet boy was feeling emotional. I was too. He leaned closer to me, “Mom, when we are together, um having sex, I don’t see you any differently than I do now or any differently than I always have. I still see you as my amazing mom.”

I smiled at him slyly, “Even when your big cock is buried in my pussy or in my ass?”

He gulped down some of his mimosa, “Yes, especially then.”

I smiled at him and felt myself getting wetter. “Good. I think your mom is going to need some more of your cock today.” I slid a bit closer, “Honey, I love your cum too. I loved what you did for me this morning with my coffee.”

“Mom, I have so much for you today,” He said.

Friday Pt. 2

As Tim and I sat by the pool, Laurie called and Tim picked it up then went for a walk around the resort to talk to her. I stayed in the lounge chair and ordered another mimosa. The realization that we only had one more full day left after today was starting to set in. So I decided to make sure I got the most out of it by drinking a bit more. This was my normal behavior when I knew a great trip was coming to an end.

It was getting warmer as the cool morning air burned away by the hot sun so I took off my cover up and decided, at least for the time being, to commit to being at the pool. I sent some texts to some friends at home to check in on things and then just did some random browsing on my phone. I found my need for porn and my smut had lessened significantly in the last few days and I attributed it to the amount of real sex I was having. I thought again about the cum laden coffee Timmy had made for me this morning and I smiled to myself. I began to wonder if I did have an actual addition to cum. Was that even a thing? Addiction was a strong word. All I knew was I fucking loved it. Even thinking about it was making me wet again. My body was sore and a bit stiff from yesterday but my horniness seemed to just override everything else.

I thought about Tim’s comments on this new phase of our relationship and I was relieved that he seemed to come to the same conclusions I did on what was happening. It was a confirmation to me that since we had both come to that conclusion on our own what we were experiencing and feeling was real. I allowed myself to begin to think about being home and how this new dynamic would work. I got excited thinking about sucking Tim’s dick each day before school or spending nights together when Eric was on business trips. I thought about buying lingerie specifically for my son and then wearing something special for him to fuck me in when he got home. In an odd way these things felt like what had been missing from my home life and I started to get more and more excited.

“Hey Mom,” Tim said, breaking my chain of thought. He was walking up to me, still holding the phone.

“Hey sweetie,” I said, getting wetter by the moment as I looked at him. “How is Laurie doing?”

“She is good,” he said. “We got disconnected so I am just waiting for her to call me back.” He looked around the pool area. It was sparsely filled as most people weren’t going to be out here for another half hour. “I remembered Dad asking me to stay close by in case that guy shows up to brother you.”

“You are sweet,” I said. “But you really don’t have to.”

Almost as if he knew we were talking about him, Yoga Man strolled up to the pool holding a towel, his wife in tow. I noticed that I had never actually seen them speak, not that the man was a great conversationalist.

Tim noticed the man immediately and did not hide his disdain for him. “Fucking douche,” Tim muttered.

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. My Tim was the farthest thing from a tough guy I could think of and at the same time seeing him being protective was very sweet and kind of erotic. “I couldn’t agree more,” I said.

Tim smiled. “Let’s go for a walk on the beach so we don’t have to be here to help him in case he gets drunk and falls in the pool.”

I laughed again. “Good idea,” I said. I stood up, put my coverup in my bag and slung the bag on my shoulder. I noticed several men glance in my direction when I got up and I felt another tingle down my spine. I did like the way this bikini looked on me. As we started to walk toward the beach I asked Tim, “Do you like this new swimsuit?” Of course I was shamelessly wanting a compliment.

Tim glanced at me and then stepped down onto the sand. “Are you joking? Mom, you are super hot right now. I get hard just looking at you.”

I smiled. “Good,” I said, taking his hand as he helped me step down into the sand. “Are you hard right now?”

“Honestly Mom, I am hard every time I am around you.” he said nonchalantly.

“Show me,” I said as we started to walk down the beach. There weren’t very many people around. My heart was beating fast and my pussy was getting wetter and wetter.

“Now?” Tim asked with a mischievous smile. “I mean, I am not uncomfortably hard yet but you can see–” he pressed his shorts against his crotch and I could see the forming tentpole.

I glanced down at it and with a maternal look on my face like he was showing me a hole in his jeans that needed to be sewn. “Well let me know if you get too uncomfortable,” I said as the water from the ocean ran over my toes. I hate for my son to be uncomfortable.” I licked my lips thinking about his cock. All those thoughts about blowing him before school was making my mouth water for it.

Tim reached for my hand and took it as we walked, I glanced down again and I could see the subtle sway of his hardening sex instrument under his shorts. His fingers intertwined with mine and we walked with a little more purpose down the beach.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, needing to resist the urge to pull my son’s cock out right there.

“Just a spot down the beach where I talk to Laurie sometimes,” He said with a smile. “It is pretty private.”

“Do you talk dirty with her when you are there?” I asked teasingly.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” he replied.

We walked another few minutes and came upon an outcropping of rocks, a couple palm trees and some bushes. “Tim there is nowhere for us to go–” I said and then stopped when he helped me over some of the rocks and we found ourselves in a small beach maybe 10 feet long before rocks formed the otherside. “Well nevermind then,” I said with a smile.

I set my bag down and took out the two towels I had brought along.

“Where did you get those? I never saw you pack them and it’s not like we have come to the beach together at all on this trip,” Tim asked in surprise.

I eyed him maternally. “Tim, I am your mother, when have you ever known me to not be prepared?”

He laughed.

I took a quick look from side to side then back to my son. “Now come here.”

He kept smiling and took a step toward me. “What is it? Oh wait Laurie is calling,” before I could respond he answered the phone. “Hey babe.”

Unwilling to stop what I had in mind I pulled my son toward me by the waistband of his shorts. He held the phone to his ear and his eyes were wide with surprise.

I whispered to him, “I need to suck your cock.”

“Um yeah, sorry about that. The reception here is bad,” he said into the phone. His eyes were still wide, but no longer with surprise, but with need. “I am just on the beach with my mom,” he continued.

I dropped to my knees. My hands were shaking suddenly and I realized how much I wanted to him. I pulled down the front of his shorts and his dick sprang up beautifully in front of me.

“I’ve missed you,” I whispered to his dick and then I kissed the tip. “I fucking missed you so much.”

“Um yeah she is here with me,” Tim said a bit awkwardly as he reacted to me kissing and licking his sensitive tip. “Mom, Larie says hi.”

I held his cock by the base and eyed it with desire. I wanted to swallow it whole. “Hi Laurie,” I said loud enough, I hoped, for the phone’s microphone to pick up. I slapped my son’s dick against my lips. It was so hard and I could see it was still swelling up more. “I hope you aren’t missing Tim too much!” I said loudly and then I took his tip in my mouth and sucked as hard as I could.

“Ah!” Tim said. “Yeah babe, I am here, sorry.”

I took his cock in a bit further into my mouth and sucked. I loved the soft skin beneath his mushroom head and I kept sucking, not bobbing my head but just sucking hard, then taking a breath and sucking again. I settled myself on my knees comfortably as I wanted to be here, like this, for a long time.

“Yeah it was crazy,” Tim said, looking down at me and talking into the phone. “Yeah the doctor said that Dad was just under too much stress or something. I am not sure. Mom and I were pretty scared.”

I pulled off his cock with a pop and gazed at it. I loved seeing how hard it could get. I was getting more and more turned on. “I am going to suck you every day,” I said to it. “It’s going to be my mission in life to make you feel so good.” I took him again further in my mouth and just sucked, relishing how he tasted and how he felt.

“Um, yeah she is here but she is a little busy,” Tim said looking down at me.

I looked up at him and started to fuck his cock with my mouth, sucking and bobbing my head really fast. I saw the pleasure rush into my son’s face.

“Sure,” Tim said with a breath and then said, “Mom, Laurie wants to talk to you.”

I pushed my head forward and took him down my throat. Tim’s head went back and he opened his mouth in pleasure. I pulled off his cock, wiped my mouth and then said, “Sure, I will talk to her.” I reached up for the phone.

Tim handed me the phone and then ran his fingers through my hair. “Hi Laurie,” I said.

“Hi Ms. Smith I am so sorry to hear about Mr. Smith! Are you ok? Is he ok?” she asked very genuinely.

I stroked the cock in front of me and sucked hard on the tip for a moment and then said,”Hi Laurie, yes sweetie we are fine. Everyone is fine.,” I paused and sucked the tip again for a second. “I think Mr. Smith has just been under a lot lately with work, which is why these family vacations are so important.”

“I am so glad he is ok. Like was it his heart or something? How scary! I can’t even imagine.” Laurie said.

I took his cock down my throat again very quickly and then pulled off. Tim groaned. When I let go of it, Tim stepped out of his shorts and then put his hand on my head.

“No it wasn’t his heart,” I said smiling up at Tim as he held his cock by the base and slapped my cheek with it playfully. “Like I said, it was just stress and it made his blood pressure go crazy.” This was a half truth of course, “And yes I was scared. These two men are everything to me.” I opened my mouth and Tim pushed his dick in.

“I am so sorry you had to go through that!” Laurie said. “Mr. Smith is such a good man. I hope he is getting some rest. Tim said he is in some kind of resort relaxation thing today is that right?”

Tim pumped my mouth two times and then I gripped him and pulled off again. His cock slapped my cheek and I looked up at my son with pure lust. “Yeah, it was kind of cool. The resort gave him a free day to relax in the spa. He gets a massage, sauna, these mineral pools, all sorts of great things,” I paused and licked some precum dribbling out the tip. “The main thing is the doctor said he will be fine, so Tim and I are making sure that he gets a lot of rest today.” I opened my mouth again and Tim fed his cock to me while I held the phone.

“Well that is really amazing,” Laurie said. “What are you guys going to do today?”

I took his cock all the way down my throat again and closed my eyes partially with pleasure as I felt him swell. It was almost like my throat had a g-spot or something. It felt so good. I stayed where I was and just relished it.

“Are you there Ms. Smith?”

I pulled off his cock reluctantly. “Yes I am here, sorry sweetie, the reception here is not great,” I said, some saliva running down my chin. I eyed the glistening erection hungrily. “Tim and I are just going to have some really good mom and son time today I think.”

“That is so great,” Laurie said.

Tim pushed his cock back into my mouth and started to thrust. I looked up at him with eyes that said, “Fuck my mouth as hard as you want.”

“Honestly I am looking forward to having some good Laurie and Tim time when you guys get back,” she said. “I was thinking this was the longest I have not seen him in, like, a year. Well I guess since the last time you went on this trip.”

Tim started thrusting into my mouth. I held the phone as steady as I could and just kept my eyes fixed on my son, with my other hand covering the mouthpiece on the phone. I couldn’t help but move my hips as he thrust me. It felt so good.

“Well it was so great to talk to you, Ms. Smith. Take care of my Timmy for me ok?” Laurie said.

I moved my hand from covering the phone and Tim pulled his cock out of my mouth. It was covered in spit and oozing precum. I gazed at it greedily. “It was great to talk to you too, Laurie, and trust me, I am doing everything I can to take care of Tim. I always will.”

“You are such a great mom,” Laurie replied.

“I do my best. Bye now,” I didn’t wait for a reply and handed the phone back to Tim.

As soon as he took the phone I devoured his cock. With both hands on his hips I pushed myself forward and bobbed as fast as I could. His big, meaty tip hit the back of my mouth again and again. I need it. Bad. I looked up at my son as he held the phone to his ear and, with my mouth wide open, I took his cock down into my throat. I felt the tip push down on my tonsils and I gagged slightly and then groaned. Yes. Right there. I started to swallow on it again and again, then bobbed my head in small motions.

“Yeah it’s me again babe,” Tim said and then threw his head back and gripped the hair on my head in extreme pleasure. “Yeah…” he struggled to talk as I fucked his cock with my throat. “Yeah. Ok,” he said into the phone.

I had found my rhythm and I needed to take him to the end. Mommy needed her reward. I kept swallowing on the top portion of his cock, my throat constricting again and again as I continued to bob my head as fast as I could. I started to feel hot and sweaty from how hard I was working. I needed his fucking cum.

“Yes,” Tim said with a thick breath. “Ok babe, I…I will talk to you later. Love you too. Bye. Fuck! Fuck! Holy Fuck!” He dropped the phone, clenched my hair and his cock head erupted in my throat.

I pushed myself as far forward as I could, feeling his pulsating cock pushing down my throat as I swallowed again and again. My nose pressed against his pubic hair and his wet balls pressed to my chin as he came down my throat in large, thick pulses. I felt him gripping my hair and pushing his crotch forward in an effort to somehow give me more. I refused to let go until he was absolutely finished. I felt like this must be what it is like for a frat boy to shotgun a beer, but instead of gulping down a beer I was gulping down my son’s cock and his cum. My hands slid to his clenched ass cheeks and I smacked them with both hands again and again. I needed everything.

“Fuck!” Tim cried out again.

His orgasm began to subside and I swallowed as hard as I could on his cock. Then I smacked his ass again and gripped both his ass cheeks.

Tim gripped my hair with his other hand, pulled back slowly and then as I smacked his ass he cried “Oh shit. Ah! Ah! Ah!” Then rammed his hips forward hard and his cock slammed back down my throat erupting again.

I couldn’t groan, just swallow. My hips moved in a circle in pleasure. I may have had an orgasm, but to be honest I wasn’t sure. All I know is this is what I wanted: that good cock milk–the thick cum from deep in his balls. I smacked his ass cheeks again then just gripped them as he pumped his thick, delicious cream down my throat.