Chapter 7

The fog of sleep slowly lifted as my eyelids fluttered open. I had slept so soundly that I hadn’t moved from where I first fell asleep, on top of my son’s warm body. I gently rolled off of him, and took a moment to admire his lean, muscled body, before climbing out of bed.

I quickly threw on a robe before I realized Pamela had already left. However, the aroma of coffee led me to the kitchen, where her cheerful face greeted me. I took my seat, finding a plate of hot food waiting for me. Pamela planted a friendly peck on my lips and greeted me, “Good morning, Sis.”

“Good morning,” I replied, smiling at her thoughtfulness. “Thanks for breakfast. Chad was exhausted, so I didn’t wake him.”

“Maybe it was from all that late-night fucking you two did when I was trying to sleep,” she replied, giggling. “I’ve never seen two people more connected than you and your son.”

“It’s a deep love between a mother and a son that I can’t explain. It’s just a bonus that he loves fucking his mother so much,” I replied, both of us laughing and giggling.

Pamela held my hands, and with a serious tone, conveyed, “You know he’d do anything for you, even if it’s something he wouldn’t normally do. I’m not certain he’s as interested as you are in helping Mom out with her love life. You should have a serious talk with him on the way there.”

Acknowledging she was right, I concurred, “Thanks, Sis. Deep down, I have the same thoughts. I got carried away in the moment, and I don’t want to pressure him into anything. Leave it to you to keep me grounded.”

“That’s what sisters are for,” Pamela replied, comforting me with a nice smile.

When we heard Chad stirring in the bedroom, we shifted our conversation to a different topic. Pamela completed the preparation of my son’s meal and placed it on the table, just as he entered the room. Dressed in his work attire, he seemed eager to eat and head out.

“Good morning, ladies,” Chad greeted us. “You both look as lovely as ever. Excuse my manners, but I need to chow down this delicious plate of food and run off to work. I want to leave work early, so we can head out sooner to Gran’s.”

“Wonderful,” I said. “I’ll be ready to go anytime this afternoon as I have it off.”

Not even ten minutes passed before his plate was wiped clean. He bid us farewell with a kiss, and shortly afterward, Pamela departed.

My sister’s words lingered with me throughout the day. His words of comfort during the previous night, while making love, led me to believe he sensed my emotional turmoil. He could read me like a book, as I could him.

Chad arrived at one and after a quick change of clothes, we left, with me behind the steering wheel. I loved to drive, knowing my son would rather admire my legs than the road.

Noticing my conservative clothes, he stated, “It looks like you’ve turned into quite the prude, Mom. Long skirt, bra and I’m guessing you’re wearing panties, too. Are you worried Gran might suspect you’ve turned into a mommy-slut?”

That was enough to break the silent, serious mood. I chuckled and answered, “You know how mothers carry on about how their children dress. I don’t want to bring attention to myself. The trip is to lift her spirits and catch up on some of her repairs.”

I would’ve discussed my concerns regarding our visit with Mom with him, but I preferred doing it face-to-face, so I could better gauge his thoughts. After a couple of hours, I asked, “Are you feeling hungry? Maybe we should stop and grab a bite to eat. Mom’s place is still three hours away.”

“Actually, I’m famished, Mom. I skipped lunch to leave early,” he responded. Several exits later, we stumbled upon a charming restaurant and savored a delightful pasta dish. Sharing a meal with my son was always a pleasure, as I could see the desire in his eyes. Once again, his gaze fixed on my face while we dined.

“You’re making me blush, again,” I said, giggling. “It makes me feel so youthful when you continuously admire me.”

“Get used to it, because I love looking at my beautiful mother. I still can’t believe how lucky I am.”

My joyful expression shifted slightly to one of concern, and I decided to address my apprehensions.

Before I could speak, he stated, “Mom, we don’t keep secrets from each other anymore. I know something’s bothering you, and I think it’s time for you to spill it. There’s nothing that can’t be resolved when we put our heads together.”

I paused to collect my thoughts, before disclosing my angst. “It’s about Mom and how I acted last night. In my hastiness to add some spice to Mom’s life, I excluded you from any of the decisions. When I first described our spanking history to you and Carol, I remember you being uncomfortable when I hinted at you replacing Dad and providing Mom with some sexual relief. I shouldn’t have ignored that conversation, and I feel terrible for attempting to influence you into doing something you’re not interested in.”

He smiled widely and replied, “First off, I was kidding when I acted grossed out when you suggested I have sex with Gran. I acted that way because I didn’t want Carol to reveal my hidden desires to Alice.”

His admittance led me to believe he still held feelings toward his cousin. Voicing my suspicions, I asked, “Are you still attracted to Alice? I know you were close when you were young, but I thought you had drifted apart.”

His face blushed as he confirmed, “We shared a special connection when we were young, but later on, she decided to play the field, so I didn’t pursue a relationship with her. I still don’t want her to think badly of me. As I mentioned before, we promised to take each other’s virginity, but it never happened. Anyway, back to Gran—she’s one of the top women I used to whack off to. She’s basically an older you and I’ve always been attracted to her. Why do you think I so readily agreed to accompany you to her house? With your help, I’m hoping to live out one of my fantasies.”

My face lit up with joy, as I exclaimed, “I can’t believe how much I’ve worried about this when all I needed to do was confide in you. You’re right about her looks. Although she’s nearing sixty, she’s maintained her sexy figure.”

I outlined my plan for seducing Mom and instructed him on several key points until we finished our meal. The rest of the drive went quickly, while different scenarios flashed before me of my son fucking my mother. Half an hour away from Mom’s place, he turned to me with a sexy smirk while he ran his hand under my skirt, up my bare leg, caressing my smooth thigh. I involuntarily moaned when his fingers explored higher, caressing the sensitive flesh at the juncture of where my thigh joined with my groin.

“Getting a little frisky thinking about Gran?” I asked, snickering.

His fingers slipped underneath my panty leghole and slid into my moist slot. I groaned and warned, “Careful. I have to concentrate on driving.” My fingers clasped the steering wheel harder, while my legs widened, giving him ample access, ignoring my own warning.

“It looks like I’m not the only one thinking about it,” he noted. “You’re wet and slippery, Mom. How are you planning on convincing Gran to spank you?”

“Actually, last night while you were passed out, Pamela told me that I should spank Mom instead,” I replied.

His fingers rapidly stroked in and out of my juicy quim. He croaked, “Perfect. Will it turn you on to see your son’s fat prick slide into her pussy while she’s on top of your lap?”

I grunted from the vision of his cock buried in Mom. My hips twisted while I gasped, “Oh god, yes. It turns me on so much when I watch you fuck another woman, knowing how good it feels.”

His thrusting, slippery digits sped up, his thumb scraping across my covered clit. My loud moans drowned out the radio, while he continued to elevate my excitement level. “After I fill your mother up with a load of sperm, I bet you’ll be slurping my cum out of your mother’s pussy, won’t you?” he asked.

“Yes,” I barely whispered, having trouble speaking from my rapid panting.

Suddenly, my gash gushed juice as his fingers scraped across my sensitive walls. “Don’t worry Mommy. I’ll reward you afterward by fucking your brains out in front of your mother. Is that what you wish for? You want to show your mother how well you can fuck your son?” he asked, his voice cracking with lust.

His fingertips gripped and squeezed my engorged clit, setting off my orgasm. My pussy clamped shut while my body quivered with excitement. It took all my willpower to keep the car within its lanes. When my body finally relaxed, he removed his fingers and licked them clean.

“Jesus, my cock aches so bad,” he exclaimed. I watched him grip it through his pants and position it to point straight up against his body. “Damn, I’m horny, Mom. Maybe we should stop and take care of it before we get to Gran’s,” he begged, his face contorted in agony.

“Not going to happen, young man,” I ordered, rejecting his idea. “I want you good and hard when you greet and hug your Grandma. It’ll be a great way to introduce her to her grandson’s cock. I have some ideas of how to proceed after that. I’ll need you to flirt with her in the same cute way you did to me.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m getting turned on by all of this,” he admitted. “I might have to whack off in her bathroom to relieve my pain.”

“Don’t you dare,” I warned. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of things after we go to bed. Keep that monster at full staff all evening for Mom’s benefit.”

A few moments later, we rang Gran’s doorbell, and abiding by my orders, he hugged Mom tightly, pressing his hard-on into her soft stomach. My pussy tingled when I watched her breasts squashed against him. I knew exactly how that felt and hoped it would have the same effect on her.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Hi Gran. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. I missed you.”

I smiled, in the knowledge that he suspected mother and daughter shared identical erogenous zones. Hot air and kissing my ears always turned me on, and I saw the same effect on Mom, as her face turned a shade of pink.

She didn’t reply and when he released her, she coyly smirked while her blushing intensified, evidence of her appreciation of her grandson’s cock. I gave her an equally tight hug before we entered her house.

“I’m sorry, Michelle, but Pamela’s room has been remodeled into a hobby room,” Mom stated. “Yours is still set up, but Chad will have to sleep on the couch. It’s quite comfortable and spacious enough for his large frame. I can’t believe how big he’s grown.” She blushed again, her eyes roving up and down my son’s body. Her gaze lingered on his bulge, thinking about his cock jabbing into her stomach.

I gripped his bicep and squeezed, “Feel his arm, Mom. He’s really filled out in the last year.”

Mom reached out, wrapped her petite hand around his muscle, and lightly squeezed. Her hand instinctively ran up and down his upper arm, her joyful expression a reflection of her memories with her late husband.

“So strong,” she responded. While caressing his flesh, she looked at me and noted, “I’m surprised you convinced him to visit me through the weekend. Some lucky girl is not going to be happy with me.”

“Actually, he prefers older women,” I responded. “He’s been so busy working, he hasn’t had much time for a social life. You don’t mind, do you, Chad?”

“Not at all,” he replied. “I love spending time with two beautiful ladies.”

After settling in, Chad did a few odd jobs, while I unpacked our suitcases, before breaking for a late dinner. Chad repeatedly glanced at Mom while we dined, grinning each time their eyes met. She blushed initially but soon grew accustomed to his attentive stares.

Afterward, we showered and convened in the living room. I sat down on one end of the couch and ordered, “Lie down on the couch and see how it feels, Chad.”

All of us had worn robes, Chad’s shorter than Mom’s and mine. Once prone on the couch, he rested his head in my lap. My fingers gently massaged his scalp as he turned his attention to the TV, allowing Mom and me to continue our conversation. Mom frequently scanned Chad’s hairy legs, while he openly stared at Mom’s bare lower legs.

Mom crossed her legs, exposing the underside of her thigh. Chad’s attention focused squarely on Mom’s creamy flesh. Watching their interactions, I playfully teased, “Chad, I think you’re making Mom a bit uncomfortable by staring at her legs.”

“It’s hard not to, Mom. They’re as nice-looking as yours. I can’t help it that I’m a leg man,” he replied, giggling.

Mom’s face blushed but she didn’t shift her position, while Chad blatantly ogled her. “I forgive you then,” I stated. “Every woman appreciates a compliment, but you’re right, Mom has great legs.” Mom’s smile widened, while my son and I openly admired her exposed leg.

An hour later, Mom yawned and remarked, “I’m going to bed now. We have a long day tomorrow, so I hope you two are up for it.”

“We’re at your service,” I stated. We rose and after Mom and I hugged, Chad embraced her tightly giving her another poke with his hard prick. Chad plopped down on the couch while Mom and I retired to our bedrooms.

After finishing my bedtime routine, I sat on my childhood bed. When I slid my fingers through my slick slot. I knew I was too horny to sleep. Chad had to be in the same predicament. and I hoped he hadn’t already relieved himself. Tiptoeing out to the living room, I breathed a sigh of relief, as I saw him flat on his back, with his hand slowly stroking his long prick. To concentrate on his fantasy, his eyes were sealed shut.

I stood and watched him yank off for several minutes, my pussy getting wetter with each stroke. Unable to wait any longer, I leaned down and gently kissed him, my hair covering the sides of his face. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing his pent-up lust.

“Follow me,” I whispered. He jumped up and crept behind me as we entered my bedroom. I closed the door, turned, and shoved off our robes. I hugged him tightly, soulfully kissing him as if we’d separated for months. “You’re a naughty boy, playing with yourself in your Grandmother’s house. I told you I’d take care of you.”

“I couldn’t help it, Mom. You two are driving me crazy,” he replied, kissing me again.

I crawled onto my bed on all fours, buried my head in my pillow, raised my ass, and wiggled it invitingly. My puffy pussy, glistening with my juices, lured him in as always. When I felt his hands grip my ass, my pussy swelled with the anticipation of his cock. I held my breath when I felt his engorged head slowly spread my walls, his prick sliding into my wet pussy. Each time we fucked, the first descent always felt exquisite.

My walls clung and clamped onto his cock, while his snake slithered to the bottom. Once he was balls deep, he withdrew before slamming back into me. After that, he didn’t slow down, as he pummeled my pussy. Fortunately, my loud grunting was muffled by my soft pillow.

He controlled his own sounds of passion, knowing I didn’t want Mom to hear us. My pussy spasmed after a dozen strokes, bathing his ram with oil. The extra lubrication enabled him to pump faster and harder. His forceful thrusts threatened to bang my head against the headboard, so I gripped the sides of the bed and held myself firm, while he continued to hammer me, while my channel convulsed and shivered.

“You’re such a hot fuck, Mom,” he gasped. “I can’t last much longer. Cum on my cock again and I’ll fill you.”

To ensure I would climax with him, he reached down and gripped my taut, puffy nipples. When he yanked downward, I involuntarily shrieked into my pillow, from the overwhelming pleasure. My swollen pussy walls clamped onto his cock and squeezed tightly, triggering his orgasm. Each spurt of his hot cream set off another contraction. As so many times in the past, our bodies quivered with incestuous bliss, while we fucked through our climaxes.

He continued to pump my drenched pussy, even after his balls had been drained. His piston pulled out globs of our sex juices, and when he plowed back in, my snug outer ring scraped off the excess fluids, which drooled down through my mound of fur.

After several more power strokes, I shifted forward, dislodging his ram. Flipping over, I raised my knees and spread my legs. My wide-open, cum-soaked pussy invited my son to stuff his cock back into my hungry hole. “My bed is a little small,” I whispered. “You’ll have to sleep on top of me.”

He smiled widely, lowered between my upright thighs, and sunk his prick to the hilt. My legs smashed against him while my hips twisted and bounced upward. My pussy was insatiable, demanding more of my son’s thick prick. The bed creaked and groaned from my frenetic thrashing, and the concerns I had previously had about Mom hearing us were quickly dismissed. My horny, immediate needs were more important than anything.

Chad’s hand gripped my ass and pulled me off the bed while continuing to pump his cock in and out of my sodden slot. “I’ve got you, Mom. Let me take care of you,” Chad whispered, recognizing my out-of-control lustful condition. My loud moaning replaced the bed noises as he slammed his cock into me.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in deeper. He locked his mouth with mine to muffle my sounds of passion. His beautiful eyes held my attention while he fucked me with wild abandon. I marveled at how he could fuck me so well while keeping me off the bed to allow our sounds of sex to subside to a quieter level. My vision blurred, as my eyes rolled to the top of my head when my pussy collapsed with another climax. He relentlessly fucked me while my convulsing pussy attempted to trigger his orgasm. He wasn’t going to give up until he knew I was completely satisfied.

My nails dug into his back drawing blood, while my tongue fucked his mouth in synchrony with his pistoning cock. He forcefully flexed his hips, pounding me harder. Feeling my leg muscles tighten, he increased his pace, wanting to cum when I did.

His face scrunched up before I felt his cock pulse and jerk. My pussy squeezed his erupting cock, clinging and pulling on it, while my juices freely flowed. A wave of blissful euphoria swept through me, as I experienced the major orgasm I had yearned for. We grunted and groaned through our orgasms, continuing our passionate kiss. When my body relaxed, he lowered me and melded his sweaty body with mine.

“Jesus, Mom. You were hotter than hell. I was afraid I’d never satisfy you,” he gasped while panting from the intense workout.

“I know, sweetie,” I replied, breathing deeply. “I think it was the thought of you fucking Mom that did it. How about you? Were you thinking the same?”

He gently kissed me and replied, “Actually, no, Mom. Whenever I make love to you, all I can think about is pleasing you.”

“You’re so sweet and always know how to make me feel special. Thanks for being such a good son and lover,” I remarked. “We should sleep now so we can help Mom tomorrow.”

He wrapped his arms around me and rolled me over on top. “I’ll sleep better if you’re on top. There’s nothing better than a soft, warm body to comfort me through the night,” he remarked.

I knew he did it because he was uncomfortable with his weight on top of me. Ten minutes later, he fell asleep and I soon followed.

Well-rested the next morning, I rolled off my still-asleep son, threw on my robe, and made my way out to the kitchen, to find Mom preparing breakfast. “Good morning, Mom,” I greeted her. “I can help with that. I don’t want you to go to so much trouble.”

“No bother,” Mom replied. “I love cooking and it’s been a while that I’ve been able to enjoy eating with someone. It brings back fond memories of cooking for your dad, you, and your sister. Sit and enjoy.”

After a few bites, Mom asked, “I noticed Chad wasn’t on the couch. Did he sleep in your room?” Her brow furrowed as if she suspected something.

“No. He needed to use the bathroom,” I replied. “While he was doing his business, I dressed and snuck out. He should be here shortly.”

I couldn’t quite discern whether she believed me, but within minutes, Chad joined us, took a seat, and dug into his food with his usual enthusiasm. Mom smiled and remarked, “I see his appetite is still going strong. Good morning, Chad.”