From St Kilda to a Fling
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Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - A woman's game of strip poker with her son and his friends ends up having unintended consequences on a trip from Melbourne to Sydney
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Group Sex Double Penetration BBW
Hi everyone! Just to give you a heads up, there’s a bit more conversation in this chapter so if you are just after the sex scenes, probably best to go to around halfway.
Also, there’s a bit of rough love/reluctance in one of the scenes. Trigger warning at the bottom of the story to avoid spoilers!
Thank you very much for reading!
The drive from the beach house at Bundeena was subdued, partly due to the exhaustion of the participants in the orgy that transpired and partly because of the thoughts crowding around Margaret’s mind. She felt very satisfied and yet she was disturbed by the change that has come over Mark and Jake. There seemed to now be an edge to them which was making her feel ... less safe? All the dirty talk and the suggestions that she was their plaything got her juices flowing, sure. But previously there was an element of make believe about it. Or she was a toy that they were willing to treat with care, a thought popped into her mind. But are they still? There was much to consider.
“Well, that was amazing!” Mark finally broke the silence. “We gotta do this again!”
“Only if you boys behave yourselves,” Margaret forced herself to adopt a light-hearted tone.
“You know you like it,” Mark grinned, leering at her in the rear view mirror. Tim made a gesture of dismissal at him.
“You were so good, Mum!” her son said. He touched her shoulder reassuringly. “We all want you to be comfortable. Right, guys?” he added, turning to the back seat for extra emphasis. “Right, right,” Jake said, somewhat sullenly.
The conversation flagged again. When the car was standing at the lights, Tim took one of Margaret’s hands, giving it another reassuring squeeze. Margaret felt tears prickling at her eyes as another wave of a mixture of maternal affection and lust flooded her heart. But now something else was there. Oh God, Margaret thought, I’m falling for my son. The emotion was heightened by the contrast in her experiences with Tim and the other two boys. With Tim, she was making love. With the others... It’s fucking, Margaret, her mind told her as a delicious shiver ran through her. It’s just fucking. And yet she felt the wetness between her legs at the thought.
The hapless mother again felt thoroughly confused about her feelings. She squeezed her son’s hand. Currently it felt like the only solid thing in her world.
She stopped outside the hostel where Mark and Jake were staying. “Well, guys,” she said. “I guess it’s good night for now.” Her breath hitched as Mark nibbled at her earlobe. His hands were suddenly cupping her breasts, her nipples readily hardening under a familiar touch. “Good night, Margaret,” he breathed into her ear. He jumped out of the car. Jake also didn’t miss his chance to feel her up, leaving Margaret beet red behind the wheel. She breathed heavily as she watched the boys disappear into the doors of the dingy accommodation.
Margaret started the car as in a daze. “You okay, Mum?” asked Tim, concerned. “Of course, honey,” she answered quickly, to stop her voice betraying her. Suddenly her overwhelming emotion was the desire to be safe in his arms. She drove around the corner and stopped at the first parking spot she could see.
Taking off the seatbelt, she turned to Tim and practically threw herself at him. She kissed him hungrily as Tim, momentarily surprised, soon responded in kind. Though she was aware they were way too close to her mother’s house for comfort, she couldn’t help herself, taking one of Tim’s hands and putting it on her breast as they kissed.
Tim felt himself getting rock hard as he could feel his mother’s nipples pushing through her top. Margaret’s hand was in his lap as they pawed at each other like teenagers. As they broke the kiss, his mother settled in his arms. She moaned softly as his hand continued fondling her breasts through her clothing. She felt so safe in his arms, so unlike ... She felt the tears prickling at her eyes again and this time they did flow.
Tim was instantly concerned. “What happened?!”. He wiped at her cheek with his sleeve. “Mum, are you regretting what we did?”.
“No! No, honey,” she protested, sniffling. “It’s just that, well, I ... I really enjoyed today.” She paused, then tried to explain what she was feeling again. “It was ... I’ve never come so many times in one day, I think. Well, maybe that first night on the way to Sydney.” She giggled through the tears as Tim held her. He is so patient, she thought. “It’s just ... I’m not sure about Mark and Jake anymore. I think ... I love you, Tim”.
“I love you too, Mum.” Tim said reassuringly. “No, honey, I know you do. I mean... “ She looked up at him. “I love you,” she said, putting the emphasis on the word “love”. Tim’s eyes widened as he grasped her meaning. He initially seemed at loss for words. “I, um ... Mum...” he mumbled. Margaret’s heart started sinking. I’ve ruined it, she thought wildly. I’m a messed-up slut and now I will lose him.
Suddenly a smile started spreading on Tim’s face, lighting it up. “Mum... “ now he seemed to have trouble controlling his voice. “Do you mean it ... like that? I love you, too. Like, love love you. Am I weird?”
If the tears were flowing before, Margaret found, that was nothing compared to now. “No, honey,” she managed. “Not weird at all”. Their lips met again. This was no longer a kiss of a mother and son or even a kiss of pure lust for each other’s bodies. This was a kiss of two lovers.
Margaret urgently moaned against Tim’s mouth, overwhelmed by her feelings. She dearly wished they were in a locked room somewhere, just two of them. Barely thinking about what she was doing, she pushed her son’s hand under her top and was rewarded with his hand on the warm skin of her breast, with only some satin in the way.
“Ohh, honey,” she whimpered as they broke the kiss and they stared into each other’s eyes. “I want you so much right now.” Her hips undulated against him in the narrow confines of the front seat, driving him wild. Tim groaned. “Me too, Mum,” he said. Looking at Margaret, he also felt his feelings rise up to a new level. Now mixed with lust for his mother’s luscious body and his love for her an intense desire to protect her.
It was that which gave Tim the presence of mind to remember where they were, as aroused as he was. “Mum,” he gasped. “I want you so much. But we must be careful. Remember, you said so yourself.”
Margaret giggled. The relief and happiness in that sound warmed Tim’s heart. “At least one of us is mature,” she chuckled and then moaned softly as Tim was in no hurry to remove his hands from where she placed them. “Just a few minutes more,” she whimpered, again sinking into his kiss. Feeling reckless, she reached behind her, unstrapping her bra.
Tim gasped against her mouth as he found his hands full of his mother’s tit-flesh. Margaret stroked the bulge in his pants, managing to undo his fly, cooing as he fondled her while they continued kissing. “Oohhh, Tim, honey, you are just too good at making me feel good,” she cooed, her face flushed as they looked into each other’s eyes. “Jeez, Mum, we should really stop ... I know it’s a small street but still,” Tim groaned.
“I know, honey,” Margaret sighed. “This is just so nice ... just the two of us.”
She had to admit, that wasn’t the only thing that was nice. Despite Tim’s misgivings, he couldn’t pass up another chance to play with his Mum’s huge breasts and Margaret again compared his gentle, attentive caress with the roughhouse approach of the other two guys.
“Oooh, honey, you are just so good at this,” she moaned softly, pushing her breasts forward into his palms. She looked around but couldn’t see anyone either side of the street. Her emotions were a warm wave rising up inside her, her happiness and relief at her son acceptance of their love mixing with the pleasure rising up in her core from his hands rubbing her nipples. She leaned in for another kiss, continuing to stroke him through his underwear. Their tongues duelled, the mutual admission of love having turned into a heavy petting session.
Tim would have thought that he was quite spent from all the day’s activities but, unbelievably, he could feel the familiar feeling rising inside.
“Uh, Mum,” he managed. “I think I might be making a mess here if you keep doing that.”
Margaret giggled breathily, a mischievous glint that Tim knew so well coming into her eyes. “Luckily we brought some spare pants with us to Sydney. Oooh, Tim, darling,” she gasped, her large shoulders wriggling as he continued fondling her.
“Ohh, Mum,” Tim groaned as he felt himself reaching the tipping point.
“I want to see you come, honey,” his mother cooed. “Just keep playing with my tits. I will keep an eye out on the street.”
This wanton display of lust, coupled with the feel of her hard nipples that he was getting to know so well, pushed Tim over the edge. He gasped, thrusting his hips up as his cock spurted right into his underwear. Margaret kept stroking him, her eyes shining with love and lust.
“Oh jeez,” Tim laughed shakily as he came down off his high. There was a giant wet spot in the front of his underwear and pants.
“Wait, didn’t you make my pants dirty at the lookout? Now we are even,” Margaret chuckled.
Tim laughed despite himself. “Oh, Mum,” he said “Never a dull moment with us, hey?”
“Never, honey” his Mum affirmed, giving him another kiss. She sighed again, “I guess we should be moving along just in case someone does come. I wish I could use more than just my hand. Perhaps tonight?”
“I would love that, Mum!” Tim said hotly. “I love you!” he added. “Me too, honey,” Margaret whimpered.
As they parked outside Amanda’s place, Tim grabbed some tissues, cleaning himself up somewhat. Margaret gave him a quick kiss. “Let’s hope you can quickly sneak upstairs to change,” she murmured. “We need more than a clean up in aisle 4 here.”
Tim laughed again. As they entered the house, they couldn’t see Amanda anywhere so Tim took advantage of that to quickly change and hide the incriminating evidence.
No sooner had he exited his room, wearing a fresh pair of pants, than Amanda appeared on the landing next to him. She waved hello.
“Bit of an adventure here while you guys were out,” she announced. Apparently, a pipe sprung a leak right next to the wall of Amanda’s bedroom. Amanda said that she will have to move upstairs into one of the guest bedrooms while the issue was being fixed.
Tim and Margaret looked at each other, trying not to make their disappointment obvious. It was going to be very hard or impossible to sneak around upstairs right next to where Margaret’s mother was sleeping.
“It’s okay, honey,” Margaret whispered to him a little later. “We will get our opportunities.” Tim seemed to perk up at the thought.
They spent another pleasant evening keeping Amanda company. She asked questions about Bundeena and Margaret once again tried not to blush as she made up bushwalks and stories of lying on the beach.
Later that night, as she lay in bed, she reflected on the day. Now that she admitted what she felt for Tim and finding her feelings reciprocated, it felt like some labyrinth she was wandering around has been breached and sunlight was poring in. She still didn’t know where the road led but at least now she had her guiding star. Her Tim.
She listened for sounds outside but clearly with Amanda so close, Tim correctly decided not to take any risks. She found she loved him even more for it. He was so protective of her. As she thought about his hands on her breasts, her own hand was again between her legs. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying out his name as she masturbated herself to orgasm and fell asleep contented.
The following morning, Margaret got a call from Stacey. She wanted to catch up for another coffee. Margaret happily agree and soon they were sitting down in one of the trendy coffee shops in Bondi.
As they chatted, Stacey seemed to have something on her mind.
“Look, there’s definitely no need to be alarmed,” she said hesitantly, “But I think my husband was beginning to suspect that the beach house was being used for, well...”
“You didn’t tell...?” Margaret began, feeling her heart beat faster.
“No, no, of course not,” Stacey reassured her. “I was keeping shtum. It was more, well...” she sighed. “Something about his attitude really bothered me. He seemed so judgemental and dismissive. You know, I really admire you. You are actually doing something for your future happiness.” She smiled at Margaret.
“I never ... quite thought about it that way,” Margaret mused.
Stacey chuckled. “Want to tell me a bit about the handsome stranger?”
Margaret blushed. I don’t think Stacey is really ready for that, was her first thought.
“Well, he is ... quite a bit younger,” she said. “I guess you might say that we’ve known each other for a quite a bit of time and we’ve ... clicked recently.”
“Woah! I didn’t know you were a bit of a cougar!” exclaimed Stacey.
The women laughed, Margaret somewhat more nervously.
“I’m so impressed!” Stacey said. “I just hope you can find happiness. Remember what I said, you deserve to be happy. We all do! I... “ she bit her lip. “I don’t know where I’m heading myself. It’s been ... a funny time in our household.”
On impulse, Margaret leaned over, giving Stacey a hug. The women spent a moment that only two old friends who could deeply understand each other could appreciate.
“Keep the beach house key for now.” Stacey told her. “You never know when you might need it again.” The women chuckled again.
They hugged again as they parted.
Margaret strolled along the beachside street for a short way, thinking about their conversation and about her and Tim’s future. The fact that it was difficult for them to be together physically now at Amanda’s house made things difficult. She found herself missing Tim’s touch with a sudden intensity. The way he touched her body...
“Margaret!” someone exclaimed.
Mark and Jake were sitting at one of the small cafés, waving to her. She came over to them, smiling.
“How are you going, boys?” she asked playfully.
“Enjoying life, as you can see,” Mark chuckled, his eyes roving over her body. “Join us for mocktail?”
Margaret hesitated for a second. She still felt a bit strange about what happened at the beach house. But at the same time, a voice of doubt asked, was she correct to feel that way? She has led them and clearly made herself available. Were they just reacting as any young men would?
She sat down next to them and Mark quickly ordered mocktails for them. The café was of the type where you had to collect your drinks from the counter.
This was not an accident. Little did Margaret know that the meeting was not an accident, either. After their encounter, both Mark and Jake felt thoroughly annoyed. How dare that slut (as they now thought of Margaret) try to pretend like she was some sort of a princess? Did she want to be treated with kid gloves?
Mark hatched a plan, with him and Jake sneaking out of the hostel early and taking a walk around the neighbourhood. They saw Margaret talking to Stacey (“What a hot MILF!” was Mark’s comment”) and quickly found a café that suited their purposes once they saw her walking their way.
As Mark carried the mocktails back to the table, he briefly put them down, grabbing a small flask out of his pocket and spiking Margaret’s drink with absinthe. Today, he thought, they will show her what her real place is.
Margaret accepted her drink with a smile. However, as she sipped it, something felt ... off. Both Mark and Jake were chatting happily about their plans for the day but as they talked, she felt them getting closer and closer. I’m surely not tipsy, she thought.
“This definitely has no alcohol, right?” she asked.
“Absolutely not,” Mark reassured her. He took her glass and made a show of looking at it. As he did so, his hand landed on her knee under the table. At the same time, Jake planted a kiss on her shoulder. She laughingly pushed them away and took another sip. She found she couldn’t control all the little touches and kisses as Mark and Jake took advantage of their position on either side of her.
As Mark’s hand found its way to her upper thigh again, she unsuccessfully tried to push him away and gave a small moan as Jake started kissing her neck again. “You are just so hot, Margaret!” Jake whispered into her ear. Oh no, what’s happening, she thought wildly as she felt moisture gathering between her legs.
“We ... have to be discreet, boys” she whimpered as they started kissing her neck again, Mark’s hand sneaking up her thigh, perilously close to her panties. “Ohhh!” she gasped as Jake caressed her lower back.
She turned, almost trying to flee and found herself face to face with Mark. His lips closed in on hers as she found herself responding. His tongue entered his mouth as Jake now took over the duties of caressing her legs. Unconsciously she found herself spreading them under the table. I gotta stop, she thought, thought it was easier said than done.
“Boys, boys,” she gasped, slightly rocking back and forth, her face flushed. “Can we just ... maybe go somewhere?”. Mark grinned at Jake behind her. Their plan was coming together.
“I know exactly the place,” he leered, also joining his hand to Jake’s on her inner thighs.
“Wait ... you want to go back to the beach house?” Margaret said weekly.
Mark kissed her again, Jake’s hand now firmly under her skirt. She found herself moaning into Mark’s mouth as Jake reached the promised land. Her thighs involuntarily moved forward. “Ooohh!” she looked around wildly. No one seemed to looking directly at them but it was probably only a matter of time. I’m just a slut, her mind yammered at her. I have to stop and think ... I have to. She gasped again as Mark also looked around and then cupped one of her breasts. She could feel her nipples hardening already.