Chapter 5

Time passed.

Eventually, Leah woke up and regained her sense of reality. She realized that she and Tommy had actually fallen asleep. Their bodies had crashed in the wake of their great orgasms.

She checked her senses, and was amazed to realize that her son’s dick was still inside her. However, it had gone flaccid and was liable to slide out if she made much movement, let alone gave it a good squeeze.

She was impressed that it still felt to be a good six inches long or thereabouts in that state. That made it about as long as her husband’s when he was erect, and actually still a bit thicker than his.

What surprised her most though was how relaxing and comfortable it felt to have a soft, yet still man-sized penis stuffed inside her.

She thought about that. Wow, even when my son is flaccid, he’s got a decently large erection. I’m gonna have soooo much fun with it from now on! If only it could stay hard, I’d probably never let it out of my pussy ever again. She chuckled. I’d get a new job and just tell my coworkers we’re Siamese twins connected only at my cunt! Ah, if only.

She weakly pushed herself up against her son’s muscular chest until she was sitting straight, straddling his lap. That caused his dick to slip out, to her dismay. If she had thought her muscles were jelly before, they were water after just that little effort. She wiped her forehead, and her sweat seemed to fly off her in sheets. She was sweaty and wet all over, just like her exhausted son was.

Standing on long legs that barely held her upright, she scanned the room and found her black dress strewn over Carl’s chair where she had tossed it during her last striptease. That dress held a lot of meaning for her now, since it had played a key role in her have such a life-changing evening.

She smiled widely, recalling how good her son had made her feel with his latest fucking marathon. She felt like she could feel his cum still fresh and deep inside her very sensitive pussy. She knew there was a lot of cum in her stomach too.

She gleefully thought, If someone were to cut and bleed me right now, my veins would probably run white with my son’s cum. Hee-hee! It really is just about enough to start pouring out of my ears, just like he said it would.

She noticed Tommy starting to stir. No doubt she’d woken him by the way she’d sat up on him, but she didn’t have much choice in that. She was about to go pick her dress off the floor and put it on, but then she glanced at his flaccid cock and saw how sticky and messy it was.

If I’m gonna be a dedicated fuck-slut mother, I can’t leave him like that. Cleaning his cock thoroughly is an essential part of my motherly, slutty duties.

She crawled back up onto the sofa and carefully knelt between his legs without touching them. She took a deep whiff of their combined juices and thought, Now THIS is going to taste fucking fantastic.

She dropped her head down and started licking. Shit! If only my coworkers could see me now! I doubt if there’s a single guy on my staff who hasn’t masturbated to thoughts of fucking me. Hell, I think Stella and a couple other women have secret crushes on me too. I know Stella does, and she’s a total hottie.

If only those on my staff could see me now, working on my son’s staff, so to speak! Heh-heh! You might even say I’m working hard to try and earn a raise, as it were. Ooh, yeah, that would be awesome! Mmmm. Did I always taste this good, or is it just because I’m eating cock-cream slathered on creamed-on cock? Mmmm, finger lickin’ good!

Tommy was drifting slowly back into consciousness, but the pleasant sensation of a busy pair of lips and tongue working on his dick woke him up in a hurry. He opened his eyes, hoping to see a sexy sight. Unfortunately, all he could see was a big mass of black hair covering his crotch - although just knowing what was behind that hair was plenty arousing.

He sat up, hoping to see more of his mother’s smoking hot body. At the very least, he wanted to check out her ass.

Realizing that he was sitting up, she brushed her hair to each side, so he could see her huge tits dangling all the way down to the sofa cushion below them. She also made sure he had a good view of her busy tongue.

He asked, “Mom, what are you doing? I’m soooo spent it’s not even funny! I couldn’t get hard again for a million dollars!”

She said between loving licks, “I know, baby. That’s okay. But any good fuck-slut knows that she can’t leave your cock-log like this, all sticky with pussy juice. Cleaning you up after cumming all over you is going to be an essential part of my new sexual duties.”

He was staggered by that. Weird, man. I want to know what duties she’s talking about. It’s like she’s somehow read an instruction manual on fuck-sluts, and she’s following a new set of rules that I don’t know. It’s even more staggering to remember there really is no such manual and she’s just making up these sexy rules on the fly.

He looked her over closely, as if for the first time. Who are you, and what did you do with my beautiful but normal mother? I sure as hell ain’t complaining, but it’s like I can’t even believe my own “lyin’ eyes!” Not to mention my lyin’ cock!

He chuckled to himself.

After a couple of minutes of him just relaxing and enjoying her licking his penis and balls, he said, “You know, if you keep doing that for so long, I just might get hard again.”

She looked up briefly and smiled. Then she silently went back to her “cleaning” as if he hadn’t spoken. His penis wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t a shrunken and wrinkled little thing either, and it was fun for her to lick it even in this state.

Finally, she paused in her licking to respond. “I know. And if you do, you’re just gonna have to decide which way you’re gonna fuck me and use me next. Do you want me to deep throat all of your nine inches again? I’m totally up for that. Do you want to fuck my big tits and cum all over them? Sign me up for that too. Do you want to pump my cunt so full of your sperm that I’ll be leaking for days? Please, have your way with me! Do you even want to take my ass? I’m kind of scared of that one, but I’m willing to try if you are.”

She looked up at him with renewed fire in her eyes. “Remember, my body belongs to you, so whatever you want, you get. And then, when you cum again, I’ll have to clean your cock again. And maybe that’ll make you hard again, and you’ll have to fuck me yet again. Who knows, maybe the cycle will repeat over and over, all night long! Can you just picture the surprise on your father’s face when he shows up here for work tomorrow morning, only to find me bouncing up and down in your lap, naked except for all the spermy cream on my tits and face?”

Such an all-night plan clearly wasn’t going to happen. Both of them were sexually worn out and increasingly sleepy on top of that. But it was fun to imagine.

“Oh God! Mom, don’t! You really ARE going to make me hard again!”

She chuckled wickedly. “That’s the plan!”

But despite all her teasing, he really was wiped out for a while. She truly wanted him to get hard again, but nothing worked. So she “cleaned” his balls some more, sucking them into her mouth. She knew he’d find that very pleasurable, no matter the condition of his penis.

She even poked an index finger into his asshole and massaged his prostrate. That was a brand new experience for both of them.

That felt incredible in and of itself, nearly as good for him as a real climax, but it didn’t help his penis revive.

She finally gave up and put her dress back on, but just her dress. They were both well aware that she left her thong on the floor for the time being. In fact, her thong was more of a cum rag now, after she’d used it to clean herself off.

Even though their mood had grown sedate, she still felt horny. She didn’t just put her dress on, she did a reverse striptease for her son. She turned this way and that as she pulled the zipper up the back of the dress. It took a long time, since she took a lot more time striking poses than actually doing anything with her dress.

While she did her thing, he sang “Brick House” again, and a few similar songs besides. It took her three minutes before she even attempted to pull the dress up over her tits, and it turned out she had a lot of “trouble” before she finally succeeded with that.

As she preened and posed, she said, “Well, I’ve never been fucked that good before! And I certainly have never been filled with so much cum either. I swear without any exaggeration, one of your cum loads is equal to at least two of your dad’s. At this rate, you’ll have me knocked up in a week!”

His heart skipped a beat, and he froze up with fear. That was the third time this evening he remembered her making tantalizing pregnancy comments. “Wait a minute! You are just teasing with that kind of talk, right? I assume you’re on the pill or something like that, aren’t you?”

She turned to him and frowned. “Unfortunately, I am. Suddenly, I have this ... great urge ... to have your babies, but I suppose that’s unrealistic, for now. But still, we can pretend, right? And you DEFINITELY don’t have to worry about wearing a condom any time you want to fuck me! I won’t allow it, ever!”

She lifted up her dress to the bottom of her bust, even exposing her belly button. Nodding at her pussy, she said, “You see this? Son, you deserve the best, and that means you’re only allowed to fuck this mommy-hole when you’re bareback. That’s just one more way I’m going to prove that fucking your mom is better than fucking any of your other girlfriends.”

She dropped her dress back down, and turned to give him a side view. She pulled her arms behind her back in an apparent attempt to pull her zipper up some more. In fact, she didn’t even attempt to find her zipper, but just pushed her hefty tits out farther as they pressed tightly against the thin black material of her dress. Her hard nipples poked proudly through the fabric.

She shot him a sultry look, but added, “However, I don’t want to catch anything from your slutty cheerleaders.”

He rolled his eyes. “They’re not all slutty, and they’re not all cheerleaders.”

“Whatever. You need to take precautions in any case. If I’m not enough to keep your balls drained dry, I expect you to pick just one or two steady girlfriends instead of sleeping around with so many cheerleaders so recklessly. It’s unwise for you to be so reckless in the first place, and doubly so since you can only fuck me bareback. Is that understood?”

He said in a defeated tone, “Yes, Mom.” But he was secretly delighted that she was taking it for granted he would continue to fuck at least some girls his age. He added, “And why do you have to keep calling them cheerleaders? I’ve fucked a couple dozen girls, and only eight of those were cheerleaders.”

“Eight? Wow! That’s practically half of the entire squad! I’m so impressed!”

He rolled his eyes, but he smiled too. Geez. In Mom’s current hypersexual state, I think if I told her I don’t like to eat broccoli, she’d somehow manage to twist that around to praise my supposed studliness ... God, I love it!

Her smile deepened and became very teasing. “You certainly are going to be the cock of the walk at school! Emphasis on ‘COCK.’ Do you know who you’ll pick yet?”

He grinned. “I’m thinking about it. I’ve got some ideas.” He did briefly consider the idea, but all the girls he knew paled in comparison to Leah. He knew they wouldn’t be able to hold his interest for long anymore. The only one in her league was Misty, but she was taken already.

Leah walked to his costumed pants, and bent over dramatically. After smiling at him and wiggling her fantastic ass, she picked up his pants and threw them at him.

“C’mon, Batman, you better get dressed. If the party isn’t over already, it soon will be.”

“Ugh,” he complained. “I hate this thing. And the crotch area is still a little moist.”

“Don’t hate that costume,” she said. “The way it showed off your magnificent cock-log is a big reason why I have your cum drooling out of my pussy right now. We should bronze it, frame it, and hang it on the wall. You know, I think you’ve ruined Batman for me. I think that anytime I see him on TV or the movies from now on, I’m gonna get so uncontrollably horny I won’t be able to follow the plot. Especially if it’s the old 1960s version with Adam West.”

She added that last comment because his costume was specifically based on the 1960s TV show Batman. Tommy knew he’d never be able to see that show in the same way again either.

She picked up her thong and tried to decide what to do with it. She had no intention of putting it back on because it was a total mess, but tossing it in a trash can could be dangerous. What if Carl found it? She put it aside, for now.

While he pulled his gray pants up, he noticed her repeatedly smoothing her black dress over her flat tummy.

He didn’t say anything, but after he put his shirt on, he noticed she was still doing it. He asked, “What are you doing?”

She turned to him and smiled. “Oh, I’m just thinking about all that delicious cum you pumped into my belly. I feel just as flat as ever, but I wish I was bulging out here from all your spermy cream. Maybe you need to fire a couple more loads down my throat and see if that’ll make a bulge, like after eating a huge meal.”

She opened her mouth wide and lolled her tongue around, as if she was ready to take another load that very second.

He was reminded of the extreme pleasure of how she’d deep throated him. It made him shiver with pleasure.

“Jesus, Mom! Everything you say and do is so sexy, I don’t know if I’m coming or going!”

She teased, “Cumming. Believe me, you’ll be cumming with me, and in me. A hell of a lot!”

He shook his head in disbelief. “See what I mean?”

She found a small mirror, and she checked herself out in it. She tamed her tussled hair and generally prettied herself up. But no matter what she did, she couldn’t completely hide her freshly fucked glow. But upon further reflection, she decided she rather liked looking that way.

Tommy had less to do, so he went around the room cleaning up and trying to return everything to how it had been. He didn’t feel like putting most of his costume on, and he left his cape, gloves, mask, and belt in a pile to carry home.

But he looked up and saw his mother had hiked her dress all the way up to her waist again. All of her ass and pussy mound was on display, not to mention her sleek, long legs. She held the mirror in front of her pussy.

“What are you doing now?” he asked, actually exasperated at how incredibly aroused she was making him.

He thought, Man, I wish my dick was hard so I could fuck the shit out of that bubble butt. But it still was down for the count.

She explained, “I’m just checking out all the cum slowly dribbling out of my cunt. Isn’t that a sight? Most of it is yours, you know. What am I going to do if we go back to the party? Even if I clean all these rivulets up, there’s more drooling out all the time. How would you like it if, while I’m talking to your father’s colleagues, more of your cum leaks out of my cunt and down my thighs for everyone to see?”

In fact, her dress covered her legs enough to make that virtually impossible, but she wasn’t gonna let facts get in the way of an arousing comment.

He sighed with longing and frustration. “Oh God! If I don’t get hard again soon, I’m gonna cry!”

She giggled, but then went right back to examining her soaked pussy (and not cleaning it up at all). “At least this dress is a long one. I doubt your cum is going to roll down past my knees, which is what it would take before people might notice. But what about the smell? I’m sure I smell like the thoroughly fucked woman that I am. Anyone who takes one whiff near me will know I’ve been banged hard and long like a cheap slut, even if they don’t know my son was the one doing the banging. And what about my face? Do I have that ‘freshly fucked’ look?”

She turned to him, hoping he’d examine her face. But she’d intentionally kept her dress hiked up high on her waist.

He averted his eyes, because seeing her swampy pussy was only frustrating, given his flaccid condition. “Geez, Mom! Have mercy on me!”

She giggled gleefully. “Sorry.” She dropped the dress back down.

“Aren’t you going to clean up?”

“Nope! A good fuck-slut always cleans her son’s cock thoroughly, but leaves her son’s spermy cream on her skin as long as possible. It makes me hot, reminding me how you nailed me and marked me for your own.”

Once again, he wondered where she was getting these rules on how a fuck-slut mother was supposed to behave. He figured she was making them up on the fly, just because they turned her on.

“Well, geez, Mom, you know I love to hear that, but it’s too dangerous. You DO look freshly fucked. And while very few to zero people here know I’m Carl’s son, many do know you’re his wife. They’ll think you fucked somebody who wasn’t your husband, and that’ll cause all kinds of trouble.”

“Wait a minute. But so what? You’re supposed to be Carl, so we could walk back out there looked totally fucked, and people would just smile and think, ‘There goes a loving couple.’”

“Hold on, Mom. That’s too risky. What if word gets back to Dad? Can you picture his surprise if some colleague nudged him and said, ‘Way to go, you dog. I hear you really laid the pipe into your old lady last night. And in your office no less.’ What do you think of that?”

She pondered that. “Well, it makes me insanely horny, for some reason. But I suppose you do have a point.”

He said, “Let’s not blow it by being too reckless. I want us to do this forever, which means we don’t want to blow it the first night. Besides, if we do go out there and flaunt our freshly fucked look, I think my penis will engorge again, and then it’ll simply cry ‘mercy’ and fall off. I need time to recover!”

She chuckled a little bit. “So, on top of everything else, your penis can talk too?”

He replied, “Yeah. In fact, you make it sing.” With the song “Brick House” still in his head from her latest striptease, he sang while trying not to move his lips, “‘She’s the one, the only one, built like an Amazon.’ See? He’s singing about you.”

She smiled. I love my son so very much! I can totally tell our newly sexual life is going to make our great relationship even better. Everything we had before, plus incredible sex! We’ll hang out, have a lovely conversation, and then an even better deep throating. Bliss! I love that we’re already good at joking about this kind of thing.

But then she sighed. “Very well. You’re right. It’s just that it’s so easy to get carried away. Why don’t we stay here and clean up a little bit better anyway? The more time that passes until we go back out there, the better.”

That was true, but she was also stalling in the hope his penis would have time to revive and he’d give her another ride.

They did a very thorough clean up job. Leah even wiped her pussy clean and kept it that way. The one problem they had though was the room’s lingering sex smell. They opened the windows and kept them that way. They figured it was better if Carl wondered why his windows were open (assuming he noticed that at all), instead of wondering who got fucked in his office during the party.

Their other lingering problem was what to do with her thong. She didn’t have a purse to put it in, and dropping it in the trash still seemed too risky, unless maybe they found a distant trash can. Instead, she insisted Tommy keep it. She said he needed a memento of his “conquest.”

He liked that a lot. He was pleased to discover it could be crumbled into a tiny ball. He hid that in his pile of costumed items, rolled up inside his cape.

Finally, they were all cleaned up and ready to go. He asked, “What time is it, Hot Stuff?”

She waved her bare arms at him. “I don’t have a watch either, Mr. Hot Cock. I don’t see one around, and I’m not going to turn on your father’s computer just to find the time. But it’s obviously late. I’d guess we spent over an hour sucking and fucking, and about another hour sleeping. Probably more. Hell, I spent at least half an hour just sucking your cock-log, and we spent another half hour gently making love at one point, so yeah, definitely a lot more. I still hear the sound of fucking in some of these other offices, so at least we know the party’s still going on.”

She continued, “But we have to get going. It’s gotta be past midnight, and that’s late for a week night, even on Halloween. But at the same time, Carl could very well still be up. We need to get back home before he starts to wonder what’s happened to us.”

Tommy asked, “Do you really think he’ll worry?”

“No,” she replied grimly. “In fact, I’m positive he won’t, although he might act like he did. And that goes a long way to explain why I get off on flashing my wedding ring while you fuck the shit out of me. I still am puzzled why he pretty much gave up on our marriage, but he did. His loss. Your gain.”

A couple of minutes later, they walked hand in hand back down the corridor towards the party room. To Leah’s surprise, the music was still coming out from that room. However, there were nowhere near as many people as had been there earlier.

As they stood in the middle of the nearly empty dance floor, she whispered in Tommy’s ear, “Did you see how unsteadily I’m walking? I’m not faking that. That’s really because you fucked me so fuckin’ GOOD that I can’t even walk straight.”

She kissed his earlobe. “Do it again, when we get the chance.”

He quietly whimpered. It was starting to dawn on him that he’d unleashed a sexual vixen, if not an insatiable succubus.

But he wasn’t dead yet. He said, “One last dance,” and pulled her to the middle of the dance floor. The song that was just starting was “Moonlight Shadow” by Mike Oldfield with Maggie Reilly. It was an odd choice for a dance since it was neither fast nor slow, but in between. But they danced it like it was a slow one.

Tommy commented, “I’ve never heard this one before, but it’s so beautiful. Almost as beautiful as you.”

She sighed happily and rested her head against his neck. “You make me so very happy. Say that again.”

He briefly glanced around to make sure they weren’t overheard, and then said, “Mom, you’re too beautiful for words! I love you so much! And I don’t say that just because you’re so sexy, and such a great fuck, not to mention the only one to ever successfully deep throat me. Or not even just because you’re a great mom. I love everything about you. I love YOU!”

She sighed happily. But she also looked up at him and beat her fists against his chest. “Stop it! Stop saying such great things, or you’re gonna make me cry ... Oops, too late!”

Tears were already flowing down her cheeks, and she buried her face into his neck again as she cried more freely.

“What’s wrong?” he asked with great concern, as he lovingly stroked her mostly bare back.

“Nothing! That’s the problem! I’m so happy, so overcome, I’m crying tears of joy!”

She kept crying, but she pulled back from his neck and resumed dancing with him. She beamed with love and elation even as fresh tears rolled down.

She looked him over. No regrets! Yeah, I feel some guilt over what we’ve done, and some fear, but overall, I have no regrets because I love my son so damn much, and he loves me! Getting fucked by him feels so very right! Carl lost me, but Tommy has found me. This could be the best thing that’s ever happened to me! Even though he’ll have another girlfriend or two, he and I can practically live like husband and wife. We’ll just have to be careful with the incest taboo, and not getting caught.

Eventually, she said, “This is going to be ‘our song’ from now on. Who would believe I could totally fall in love with my own son? I love you so much! So much, it’s like a pain in my chest!”

His answer to that was a supernova kiss planted on her lips. Their feet kept moving as their tongues dueled.

They stopped dancing after the song ended, because nothing could top that emotional experience. She wiped her tears and got presentable again.

Leah led Tommy out by the hand into the smaller room they’d first arrived in. He put his Batman mask on for the duration, for fear they’d run into someone who knew the real Carl well in the better lit room.

She stopped briefly to tell the main hosts Harold and Lydia Marsh that they had had a lot of fun and they were both very glad they had come. She made sure not to get too close or linger though, for fear they still had some hint of that “freshly fucked” look or smell.

They soon found themselves sitting back in their car, Carl’s Jaguar. This time Tommy took the wheel, even though Leah was sober by now. She explained with a happy smirk that she was still too “drunk on love and lust” to drive.

Tommy had hardly said two words since they’d left the dance floor. He stared straight out the windshield instead of starting the car.

“What’s wrong, honey?” she finally asked, looking as concerned as she felt. She placed a hand on his arm.

He asked nervously, “Is everything gonna be okay with us now? I mean after ... You know...”

She smiled softly and gently stroked his arm to reassure him, but she couldn’t help but take the chance to tease him yet again, although she knew that he was worried. “What? After we had sex? After you fucked me? After you dumped one big load on my face, another down my throat, and then filled my cunt with two more? You think I’m gonna be mad about that?”

He gulped at that arousing reminder of what they’d done. “Well, maybe not mad, but I don’t want you to be all regretful tomorrow. That would break my heart, especially after all the sexy promises about the future you made.”

“Son, you’re acting like the girl, all worried about what this does to the relationship. You should be strutting around like the cock of the walk that you are. That’s how you act with all your girlfriends.”

He replied irritably, “That’s ‘cos I don’t care about them that much. I’m always up front that I want to date simply to have sex and a fun time, not because I’m in love. But with you, it’s totally different. I care so much that it hurts. I love you! I don’t want things between us to get all weird, but how can they not be weird?”

She stroked his upper arm tenderly. “That’s so sweet. Of course I love you and care too. But don’t worry. You’re right, things will be weird for a while as we adjust to the fact I’m your fuck-slut mother now, but we’ll manage. Believe me, I didn’t just lose my head because I was drunk. I’ve been drunk lots of times on business trips when Carl wasn’t there and all kinds of sharks were after me, and I had no trouble keeping my panties on. I wouldn’t have let you fuck me in two if I didn’t want you to. If I was drunk on something, I was drunk on YOU!”

She added, “I made a very conscious decision before we entered that office. Remember all that time I took in the bathroom first? What happened wasn’t some rash mad fluke, so it’s not all going to disappear tomorrow. Everything’s gonna be fine, okay?”

He nodded while looking at the floor.

She asked, “So are you okay?”

“Yeah, I guess. But what about Dad? I mean, we’re cheating on him! The guilt’s starting to hit me more now. It’s bound to hit you too.”

He glanced at her wedding ring. He reminded himself that Carl was probably cheating on her. He clung to that like a drowning man grasping at a life vest.

“True, that is a problem,” she conceded. “But I’m addicted to your cock and I can’t live without it. Like I said, from now on, I’m your slut first and his wife second, if that.”

That took Tommy’s breath away. It was one thing for her to say that earlier, when it might have just been a heat-of-the-moment thing. But they were calmed down and she still said it and meant it.

She sighed sadly. “I dunno, maybe I need to get divorced. That’s probably inevitable now, but I need to think some things through, especially that one.”

She sighed again. “But don’t worry, I told you that there’s no going back from what we’ve done, regardless, and I well and truly mean it. I’m yours now. This fuck-slut stuff isn’t just sex talk, believe me.”

He sighed too, but it was more of an exhale of great relief. “Phew! I’m so glad to hear that. I think I’m totally addicted too. I mean, yeah, I pretty much have my pick of girls at school, but they’re all bush league.”

“Oh?” Leah interrupted. “So teen girls aren’t into polishing their pubes these days?”

“MooooOOOOoooom! You know what I mean. What we did tonight was ... epic! Seriously epic! Even the blowjob alone was way epic! Especially with your repeated deep throatings. They could make a porn flick just on that, and it would sell millions! I mean, that felt like an eight-hour blowjob, and it probably was! It was just ... well, epic! God! The, the ... deep throating! Unreal! And the fucking and the teasing and the kissing and everything ... Oh my God! I can’t go back to normal sex! No way! You totally rocked my world!”