Chapter 4

Following Friday night’s dinner, Carol arrived and greeted Chad and me with a light hug. While we sat on the couch and visited, Carol flirted with each of us in her own cute, adorable way. When Chad excused himself to shower, Carol and I retreated to my room to take ours. After drying, I slipped on panties and my thin, blue nightie. My hardened nipples were plainly visible, but I wasn’t concerned about it, as my son’s attention would be focused on his Aunt Carol.

Once her petite, nude body was clad in her sheer, pink nightie, she swiveled around, modeling it for me. The very thin material did nothing to hide her dark brown nipples and black, hairy pussy. Her short hemline showcased her succulent, upper thighs.

Her creamy, smooth legs drew my hands to them as if they were magnets. Traveling upward, my fingers slipped into her slot, finding it already juicy. “Looking forward to my son’s big prick, aren’t you? I forgot to mention that I saw it up close last night—it’s much thicker than I thought. You’re going to be split in half from his fat cock.”

She passionately kissed me, tightened her hug, and croaked, “Jesus, you’re making me so horny. Smear my outside lips with my sex juice. I want him to see how excited he makes me.”

After coating her labia, I murmured, “You’re more than ready.” After a gentle kiss, I spoke with sincere warmth in my voice, “You’ve been by my side since high school, always willing to support me. I value your friendship and just want you to know how much I appreciate you helping Chad and me.”

“To be honest, tonight isn’t helping you as much as it is me,” she replied. “I’ve needed a good fucking for quite a while. Speaking of that, it’s time to join your son. Sit on the opposite end of the couch than him. I’d like a foot massage from your big-dicked son.”

When I strolled out to join Chad, his expression reflected his approval. His eyes roamed up and down my body, while I settled onto the couch.

“Nice nightie, Mom,” Chad commented, his voice cracking with lust. “I like it better than the black one, but you look gorgeous in both.”

“If you like mine, wait until you see your aunt. Remember what I said about her flirting. She can be a little aggressive at times,” I warned him.

“Since you haven’t discussed with her what we talked about, how will I know,” he paused, reaching for words that wouldn’t embarrass him.

“If you get lucky?” I continued for him. “After we retire to our rooms, strip and wait for her. If she doesn’t show up after ten minutes, it means she’s spending the night with me.”

“I’m feeling a bit anxious,” he expressed, concern evident in his voice. “She’s incredibly sexy, and I don’t want to let her down,” he confessed.

I laughed inwardly, hearing him hint that he’s so turned, he’ll quickly cum once he’s fucking his cute aunt. “You’ll do fine and she’ll understand if you don’t last long the first time,” I reassured him. “Obey her when she tells you to do something and never say no. Oh, and she loves to tease, so be ready for anything.”

Before he could ask anything else, our attention shifted to Carol, prancing out to join us. Chad’s jaw dropped while his gaze took in Carol’s delectable attributes. She stopped in front of him, leaned down, and allowed him to gaze down the front of her nightie. Once satisfied that his eyes had devoured her perky tits, she asked, “Remember these, don’t you, Chad?”

He blushed, knowing I had informed her of his sneak peeks during his childhood.

She sat in the middle of the couch, twisted sideways, resting her feet on Chad’s lap while settling her head on mine. “May I request a foot massage from my charming nephew, if that’s okay?” she asked me.

Chad had already gripped one of her delicate feet in one hand, rubbing and stroking her sole and arch, when I answered, “He loves to help out whenever he can, don’t you Chad?”

“Her wish is my command,” he replied, finally able to join in the conversation after his earlier embarrassment.

Chad worked on both of her feet while we watched a show until Carol grunted and cried, “I think my left calf is cramping up. Could you work the muscle, Chad?”

While one of his hands held her heel and raised her leg, his other ran up and down her smooth calf. “Oh, that’s better,” she sighed. She raised her leg higher, causing her nightie to fall to her waist, completely exposing her hairy bush. From the lustful look on Chad’s face, I knew his eyes were feasting on her sexy wares. I focused on the TV screen so as not to deter my son from enjoying his view.

Chad groaned and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed her other foot lodged against the lump in his bulging robe. Shifting her left leg to rest on the back of the couch, she pleaded, “That was wonderful. Could you do my other leg?”

He immediately lifted her right leg, caressing and massaging it. Her widely-spread legs provided my appreciative son with an erotic view of her open, wet, and angry-red pussy. After several more minutes, his robe-covered prick jerked, and I feared she’d push him over the brink.

She must have thought the same as she moved her feet back on his lap and purred, “Thank you, Chad. That was wonderful. If you don’t mind now, I’d like to focus on your mother. Kiss me, Michelle.”

Leaning over, our lips met and began as a gentle loving kiss, quickly transforming into a passionate one. Her right hand held my head to hers while her left one squeezed my thinly clad tit. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her feet rubbing and bending Chad’s lump.

Slipping her hand inside my nightie, she gripped and twisted my engorged nipple, causing me to moan loudly. Carol slid the silky material off my breast, exposing it to my son’s leering gaze. She squeezed and caressed it while continuing to fuck my mouth with her tongue. She was hotter than I’d ever seen her, and I knew it stemmed from her performance for my son’s benefit.

Releasing my head, she withdrew and gasped, “Wow, you’re still a great kisser. Hopefully, your son inherited that trait.”

Sitting up, I adjusted my nightie, covering my breast, while Chad quickly turned his flushed face toward the TV. Carol, wanting to proceed, turned and sat up, before standing. “Time for bed, where we can finish without embarrassing your poor son,” she prompted.

Chad’s expression dampened, fearing Carol would spend the night with me. We stood and he hugged me tightly, pressing my soft breasts against him as forceful as he had on the dance floor. We kissed and when his tongue sought mine, I shifted backward and whispered, “Goodnight, sweetie.” I winked, silently signaling to him that Carol would grant his wish.

He turned to leave when Carol begged, “How about me? Don’t I get a kiss, too?”

Due to her short height, her head rested on his chest when they embraced. Gazing upward, she whimpered, “I don’t like bending my neck while kissing. Lift me so we’re facing each other.”

Heeding my earlier instructions, he obeyed his aunt without objection. His hands gripped her waist and began to lift, when she ordered, “Not that way, hold my behind and lift me.”

When his hands landed on her nightie-clad butt, she once again corrected him, “On my bare ass. I don’t want my nightie wrinkled.”

He was only too glad to comply, his big hands reaching underneath her nightie and cupping her round cheeks, lifting her upward. When they were at eye level, her legs wrapped around him, squeezing him tightly. Her hands traveled to the back of his head while her fingers ran through his scalp.

“Isn’t this better?” she asked, not waiting for a reply, before kissing him. Her open mouth twisted and turned on his and her tongue went to battle as she had done to me, moments earlier. While they passionately kissed, she ground her tits and pussy against his body.

Chad’s fingers dug into her soft ass and from experience, I knew she loved every minute of it. The protruding lump in his robe lay directly below his hands that held her ass. It throbbed and jerked while they kissed, threatening to escape. For a moment I thought of releasing his steel-hard prick and shoving her down until her pussy engulfed it, but I wanted them to share their first joining in privacy.

Both groaned and moaned from their passionate embrace when, finally, she released him, turned to me, and gasped, “Wow, your son does take after you. He’s a great kisser.”

Chad lowered her and she promptly gripped my hand, leading me to the master suite. Carol ripped off her nightie, threw it on the floor, and kissed me, croaking, “Thank you so much for this. Don’t touch my pussy, as it might explode. I want to cum within the first minute of feeling your son’s prick, so I can enjoy a lengthy fuck after that. I haven’t felt this giddy, since I lost my virginity. For consummating our first time together, which position do you suggest?”

“When I’ve fantasized about you and him, you’re riding him,” I confessed. “Visualizing your perky tits bouncing, and your hairy groins meshing together really turns me on.”

“I do enjoy riding a hard cock, but my favorite is when I’m mounted from the rear.” Carol professed. “The sensations are unbelievable. Sometimes, I’ll experience several orgasms in a row.”

“From cowgirl to a filly being serviced by my studly son. Both sound spectacular, but you do what pleases you the most,” I emphasized. “I gave him strict instructions to obediently follow your requests, without fail. As far as positions, he won’t have a preference, having fantasized about you for years. Living his dream will fulfill his second most desired fantasy.” I winked, with a mischievous grin.

“Normally, I strive to be number one, but I’d never come between a mother and her son,” she said, acknowledging the unbreakable bond between Chad and me.

Kissing one of my cheeks, then the other, before ending on my lips, she whispered, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

As she turned to leave, I told her, “Leave his door open after you enter. You know how mothers like to watch out for their children when they invite their fuckmate over for the day.”

She giggled, and walked out, ensuring my door remained wide open. Watching her leave, I sighed, seeing her cute, round ass cheeks marred with white streaks, imprints left from my son’s strong grip. Rest assured, that image would find its place in a future fantasy.

I shrugged out of my nightie and lay spread-eagled on my bed. Recalling the vivid image of his prick the previous night, I felt a tinge of sorrow for Carol. Her tiny body and tight pussy would take a beating from Chad. “Who am I kidding? I’m not sorry—I’m envious.” I thought to myself, admitting to my sinful craving.

I cupped and kneaded my breasts, peering down to watch my nipples fill with blood. “Was his big hands holding her tits, twisting her pointy knobs?” I asked myself. My thumbs and forefingers gripped my engorged buds and yanked on them, thinking about my son sucking and gently nibbling on her tits. One hand traveled lower and cupped my hairy mound, my middle finger opening up my furrow. Unsurprisingly, my interior was sopping wet. Remembering how Carol instructed me to moisten her lips, I did the same to my own, smearing my slick juice up and down my swollen labia.

Stroking the length of my outer lips, I listened intently for the sounds of sex from my son’s room. I couldn’t imagine either of them desiring a lot of foreplay from the amount of Carol’s lewd flirting earlier.

When my thoughts returned to him spearing her tight snatch, my body yearned for relief. I raised my knees until upright and spread them to the sides, opening my pussy. Still not satisfied with the access, I grabbed the fluffy pillow from under my head and shoved it underneath my ass.

My eyes remained fixated on the ceiling, allowing me to concentrate on my fantasy. My fingers deftly pinched the sides of my outer flaps and opened my slot. “Would that be big enough to house his slab of meat?” I asked myself. I closed my eyes and gently stroked my folds.

Time stood still as I imagined my son and his aunt joined together.

Feeling the bed move, I heard Chad exclaim, “Jesus, Mom! You’re so beautiful.” Opening my eyelids, I raised my head to see my nude son with his shiny, hard prick pointing at me. It lewdly bobbed up and down.

Unable to take my eyes off of his large, mushroom-shaped prickhead, I finally had the presence of mine to ask, “Chad? What are you doing here? Is Carol alright? What happened?”

“She’s fine, Mom, and an incredibly caring and desirable woman. After we kissed and I sucked on her tits, she gripped my cock and looked at me with more lust than I’ve ever seen in a woman. When she asked me what I wanted to do first, I answered her honestly and said ‘My mother.’”

“Oh, Chad,” I gasped. “That probably hurt her feelings. Did she tell you to leave?”

“Actually, no,” he replied, paused, and continued, “She became a wild woman, sucking my prick so hard, that I thought she was going to pull it off. When I felt my balls tingle, she replaced her mouth with her fingers, squeezing my prick right behind the head. It kept me from cumming and when she was confident I wouldn’t erupt, she stood, looked me in the eyes, and sternly ordered, ‘Chad, go fuck your mother.’ You told me to always obey whatever Carol instructs me to do, so I’m here, following her commands.”

“We discussed this last night, honey,” I argued. “A physical relationship could change the way we feel about each other.”

He looked at my fingers, still slick with my juices from stroking my pussy, and ordered, “Mom, hold my prick.”

My mind cried out to resist him, but one of my hands, as if on its own power, wrapped around his shaft while my other cupped his balls. I groaned as my fingers felt his soft and warm skin. It was the hardest cock I’d ever touched, and it was attached to my son. He was no longer my cute little boy, he was a grown man, who aspired to become my lover.

There was no doubt in my mind that we were about to fuck and I’d enjoy it more than anything in the world. My pussy throbbed and leaked in anticipation of my son’s hard prick. His balls were so big I could barely hold both of them in my hand. His sack hung low and when I gently rolled them, he groaned.

I wanted nothing more than to pull my son’s cock into my horny pussy, like a wanton slut. Who was I kidding? My legs were splayed apart displaying my wet and hungry pussy. My engorged nipples begged to be sucked—I was a slut, a mommy-slut. Deep down, I knew that’s not who he lusted after—he wanted to make love to his mother. For his benefit, I vowed to stifle my cravings to ravage his meaty cock, and maintain a motherly semblance to maximize his enjoyment for the first of many times we would fuck.

Exploring his prick, my fingertips slowly traced its length, until I reached the large, protruding lip of flesh, surrounding his crown. Wrapping my hand around his spongy head, I squeezed out a drop of precum from his slit and rubbed it around his head, causing him to groan again. Lowering my hand until it was directly below his plum-sized head, I wrapped my fingers around his stem and slowly stroked from the tip to his root.

While I pumped his cock, I looked up and saw the same lustful gaze when he kissed me at the dance club. Remembering how resilient I was to keep him at bay that night, I slowly shook my head, silently signaling my disapproval, as a good mother should. While my head said no, my knees fell outward, widening my legs even further. He inched forward, his fleshy missile homing in on its target—my horny pussy. Leaning down, he rested on his elbows, his beautiful, blue eyes communicating the deep love he harbored for me.

Concentrating on doing what a mother should do, my body defied my commands, acting on carnal instincts. My hand tightly gripped his prick and rubbed his engorged head up and down my gooey groove, coating it with my slick juices. Our eyes remained locked while I guided his cock around my puffy lips, brushing across my clit on each pass.

My body screamed for release and yet, he hesitated in jamming his prick into my hungry hole. Thinking that he might be having second thoughts, I had to control my urges and allow him to be the aggressor. Seating his tip between my swollen lips, I released his prick and gripped his ribs tightly, and gently applied pressure in a symbolic, but weak attempt to prevent him from continuing.

Breaking the erotic silence, Chad professed, “Mom, I love you and I know you’re scared that our relationship will change from this moment on. I feel the same way, but I promise you that my love for you will never falter, it will only increase. If you feel differently, we can stop now and return to our normal mother-and-son relationship. I’ll never force you to do anything against your will.”

His prick remained in place, his flared ridge resting outside of my clasping outer labia, awaiting my consent. As always, my son placed my needs above his, desiring my acceptance before proceeding. “Push it in an inch,” I weakly whispered.

He smiled widely, and gently opened my wet folds, halting after his head lodged behind my sensitive lips. Shocks of pleasure mixed with mild discomfort flowed through me as I felt his hard cock split my lips. My pussy hadn’t been stretched by a prick for a decade and it would take some time to get used to one again. Seeing my mixed expression, he looked at me curiously, attempting to interpret my emotions.

The sensational feeling of his cock stifled any uneasiness, as my juices soothingly oiled his spear. Feeling my pussy’s furnace ignite, my channel ceased resisting and welcomed the helmeted invader. My carnal depravity surfaced, replacing my sense of morality.