Chapter 4: What Mom Knows Fucks Her in the Air

Summary: Mother helps son join the mile-high club.

Note 1: This is part four of a continuing incest series. I highly recommend you read the first three parts (What Mom Doesn't Know Will Fuck Her, What Mom Knows Fucks Her Again and What Mom Knows Fucks Her Ass) as the layered subplots may be confusing without the background information ... but here is a very brief primer of the series so far:

In WHAT MOM DOESN'T KNOW WILL FUCK HER 18-year-old Curtis goes to a Halloween party dressed in a costume designed for his absent father and ends up fucking his beautiful mother.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER AGAIN Curtis ends up in an amazing threesome with his mother and his fantasy girl the semi-celebrity weather girl Miranda Collington.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER ASS Curtis begins dating the much older, but sexually exotic Miranda while also continuing to fuck his Mother; and as the title suggests Curtis gets his mother's ass during a legendary evening where he fulfills the Tri-fecta coming in his Mother's mouth, pussy and ass.

Note 2: Thanks to the over 400, 000 readers who have read this story so far. An even bigger thanks to the fans who voted, commented and made suggestions for this series. And lastly an apology for the time between chapters, but hopefully once you read this chapter you will agree it was worth the wait.

Note 3: Thanks to Estragon for his copy editing expertise.

Note 4: A thanks to Zak for sending me a naughty idea that helped spark the fire to get this part finally going after months of false starts.

The rest of the days until the wedding was the best rerun of all time. I lived my own sexual Groundhog Day. I was usually wakened by Mom with her superb cocksucking lips. This was followed by a lengthy fuck session, where I blasted my first load of the day into Mom ... usually her eager mouth; I then went to school and tried to learn, my mind preoccupied with my wild sex life ... except in philosophy class where Professor Williams seemed like another MILF I hoped I could one day pillage. I came home for supper, which usually included, if Dad was home, a quick poke, a quick suck and occasionally an unloading inside my Mom; if Dad wasn't home, time for another lengthy sweat session. In the evening, I would meet up with Miranda where I always filled her mouth with my good luck seed before the show and usually fucked her for our marathon post-show sex session. For Miranda, I varied where my final load of the day went, between her equally tantalizing mouth and pussy. When not fucking, we talked about our plans for our Vegas trip, which included me joining the mile high club ... with my mother.

The night before the trip, I had already unloaded one load down Miranda's sweet mouth, when she asked, after her final newscast for a few days, "Why haven't you tried for my other hole yet?"

I was surprised by the question, but responded, "It isn't because I haven't thought about it."

"Well good," Miranda smiled her seductive smile, allowing her dress to fall to the floor, "because tonight I want to get a little dirty."

I replied with a joke. "Are we not always a little dirty?"

"Enough with the semantics," she countered, sauntering over to me like a predator hungry for dinner. "Tonight you are going to fuck my ass and I am not taking no for an answer," she added, reaching me in only tan thigh high stockings and a seductive look that made me almost cream my jeans right then and there.

I stammered, still unable to believe my good fortune. I was fucking Miranda Collington ... the Miranda Collington ... my dream girl through so many of my teenage stroke fantasies and half the reason for my obsessive stocking fetish (my hot mother being the other half), "N-n-no is not in my vocabulary."

"That's because you are a male-slut," she accused playfully as she squeezed my cock through my jeans. I tried a witty comeback when my mouth was shut by Miranda's luscious lips. Miranda was an enigma. She was beautiful, powerful and confident, yet not a stuck-up bitch like all the high school and college girls who were similarly pretty. She loved to be fucked hard and used like a slut, but she was also the sweetest woman I knew. She was submissive when alone, yet no one in public would have a clue as she oozed a confidence that was super sexy. She called me her boyfriend, but allowed me to fuck my mother and was assisting with the seduction of a friend of hers and Mom's ... Ellie Weatherton. She was perfection in mind, body and spirit, and she was mine.

Breaking the kiss, she went to my ear and nibbled, her hot breath sending pulsing sensations directly to my already hard cock. She whispered in a sultry voice, "So are you going to fuck my ass, stud?"

I moaned at her nastiness and her hot breath. Taking charge, like she loved me to do, I put my hands on her shoulders and guided her to her stocking-clad knees. I suggested, "You better get me nice and ready."

She looked up, her eyes sparking, her smile divinely dazzling, but said nothing as she unbuckled my pants and pulled them down. Pulling my cock out of from my underwear, never breaking eye contact she grabbed my fully stiff eight inch member. "I think just the idea of pounding the shit out of me has your missile ready to launch."

I ignored the nasty pun as her hand on my cock and her nasty mouth indeed had me ready and willing and I was thankful I had already shot two loads today (one in Mom this morning and another in Miranda a couple of hours ago before her newscast). Trying to be suave when I was obviously completely overcome by this perfect woman, I said, "Less talk, more action, my pet."

She meowed at me before taking my cock in her mouth. Miranda was also the most amazing cocksucker I had ever experienced and she had a variety of styles, but two were her go-to's. The first I received earlier today which I have named the 'Fire in the hole'' in which she hungrily devours my cock and bobs up and down relentlessly, eagerly swallowing all my cock until I coat her throat with my cum. The second I have named 'Slow burn' because she doesn't so much suck my cock as make love to it. She purposely will not let my blood boil enough to shoot my load, but have me linger in a state of pleasurable suspension forever. It is the most intense tease in the world. She swirls around the cockhead, she sucks my balls, she deep throats me briefly, and she licks my cock like an ice cream cone. She also mixes speeds to keep me in perpetual sexual limbo. She has all the power and she knows it.

This time I received the 'Slow burn'. She started by swirling her tongue around my cockhead and then clamped her mouth around my mushroom top tight and slowly pulled her head back. Each time a clear 'plop' sound echoes as her lips briefly leave my cock. This was new and brought quick intense pleasure to me ... adding to the lengthy tease.

I moaned, "Holy shit, Miranda, that feels amazing."

Stroking my cock with her left hand, she teased, "Wait until this big snake of yours is buried in my ass."

"I can't waiiiiit," I moaned as she deep throated my cock and furiously bobbed back and forth for thirty seconds or so.

After the quick build up, she took my cock back out of her mouth and continued the filthy talk, talking in first person. "Did you ever stroke yourself all those years thinking of pounding Miranda Collington's ass? Making her your personal ass-slut? Burying your love stick between her perfect pillows?"

"Fuck, yes," I groaned, completely at the mercy of this sexual goddess.

She slid her tongue down my cock slowly, like a snake slithering its way toward its next meal. Reaching my balls, she took each one in her mouth and pleasured them individually ... all part of the slow burn. Her hands caressed my ass, as she moved her tongue back up my eager member and she returned to teasing my mushroom top.

After a couple of minutes of teasing, I was revved up and rearing to go. I picked her up and carried her to the couch, gently tossed her onto it and buried myself between her legs, licking her sweet pussy.

She giggled with a moan, "Oh you bad boy, eat my cunt!"

Like her, I could tease too. I avoided her overly sensitive clit, which usually triggered quicker orgasms and slowly licked her already damp pussy lips.

"Stop teasing me, baby," she moaned, "Once I come you get my ass."

I gave one flick of her clit and she jolted with pleasure and let out a scream, before I looked up and asked, "You don't think you get to come before I get your ass, do you?"

Her face gave a startled look, but she answered like the submissive she was deep down, her pouty lips weakening me, "Only if my baby lets me. Can I come, baby?"

"Oh that darn pout of yours," I sighed, "I can never say no to you." I returned to her pussy and shifted from my teasing to focused pleasing.

"That's it baby, lick my cunt," Miranda moaned.

I slid two fingers in her sopping wet cunt and began pumping them in and out as I swallowed her swollen clit in my mouth.

"Oh god, yes, baby, don't stop, sugar, yes, fuck, yeeeeeees," Miranda screamed, wrapping her stocking-clad legs around me to pull me deeper into her as her orgasm hit.

Her juices flowed out of her like Niagara Falls and I eagerly caught every drop of her perfection. She was still in orgasm mode, when I slid up and kissed her so she could taste herself as I slipped my raging hard-on inside her still twitching cunt.

She moaned into my mouth as I penetrated her and fucked her hard while she continued to orgasm.

Breaking the kiss, she moaned, "You fucker, I wasn't even, I wasn't even, I wasn't..."

So distracted by the pleasure I was giving her, she couldn't think straight. I smiled and said with a sideways smirk, "I know, baby."

"Just f-f-fuck me you bastard!" she demanded.

I obliged, pounding her pussy hard, her perfect tits making waves, each forward thrust and her face making the sexiest expressions of pleasure. A few minutes later, her red cheeks and increasing moans showing a second orgasm was on the rise, I pulled out.

She opened her eyes and pleaded, "Put it back in baby, I'm so close."

"Bend over the couch, Miranda," I ordered, holding my cock like a weapon.

"So you are going to leave me on the brink like that?" she asked, although her smile implied she was ready for what I had in mind.

"You can come after I do," I said, selfishly.

She stood up and walked to the other side of the couch and bent over as instructed, her body so perfect. I stared for a bit, lost in the trance of my obsession with her beauty. "Why don't you take a picture, it lasts longer," she teased, using the age old line.

I called her bluff, walked over to my jeans and pulled out my phone. "I think I will do just that. Smile pretty," I said.

"You fucker," she teased, but posed, her facial expression one of utter seduction.

I took a few quick snaps before she said, "Ok, fuck that is enough, come and get your prize, baby."

I tossed my phone on the couch and went behind her. Again I was mesmerized by her beauty and the crazy reality that Miranda Collington, local weather girl celebrity, was mine. I surprised her, by lowering myself and spreading her ass cheeks. I had read somewhere that getting ass-licked drove women crazy and I was going to test that article's hypothesis. I extended my tongue, slightly nervous, unsure what I was doing or how it would taste, and licked her puckered rosebud.

"Oh, you dirrrrrrrrrrrrty boy," she playfully teased, "did you do that to your mother too?"

"No, baby, this is all for you," I answered, licking her tangy sweat from the crack of her ass.

"Fuck, I love what you do to my body, baby," Miranda moaned.

I continued licking her rosebud, my saliva seemingly loosening up Miranda's back door. A couple of minutes of concentrated ass licking and Miranda demanded, her tone more aggressive than usual, "Fuck my ass now, Curtis!"

Realizing one should never say no to such a direct demand, I stood back up and repositioned my cock at her anal entrance. Smiling, I decided to delay the inevitable a bit longer and made her beg. "Beg baby, beg me to fuck your ass."

"You love treating me like a slut, don't you," Miranda teased, wiggling her ass.

"Well, you are my slut," I countered, stressing the word 'my'.

"That I am," the sexy older woman smiled with a seductive wink, before adding, "Now fuck your slut's ass, baby."

'Who could resist such an offer?' I thought to myself, as I rubbed my cockhead up and down between her ass cheeks.

"Damn it, shove it in," Miranda pleaded, "Stop fucking teasing me!"

Finally, unable to resist the temptation any longer, I leaned forward and slowly my cock disappeared between her snowy white cheeks. If Mom's ass was tight, that was nothing to the death grip Miranda's ass had on my cock as I slowly pushed deeper inside her rectum.

She whimpered in pain, not pleasure. "It's been a long time since I had a big cock back there. I forgot about the initial burn."

"I'll go slow," I replied compassionately.

"Kkkkk," she again whimpered, suddenly not the foul-mouthed slut she was seconds ago.

I continued going deeper at a snail's pace, tentatively, as I could tell Miranda was uncomfortable and in pain. I said, when I was half in, "I can pull out, baby. We don't have to do this."

Clearly speaking through clenched teeth, she answered, "No, baby, just keep going slow. Anything your mom can do I can do too."

I realized at this moment how much Miranda cared for me. She understood my relationship with my mother and wasn't going to stop it, yet clearly she wanted me to choose her over my mom. I gently rubbed her backside, "Miranda, I don't compare you two."

"I know, baby," she answered, "I just want to be a perfect girlfriend for you, baby. I have done this before, it is just been awhile."

I added, "Well, you have the tightest hole I have ever experienced."

"I bet you say that to all the girls you ass fuck," Miranda quipped, her sense of humor not lost during her brief pain.

I continue the slow invasion as I admitted, "Just you and Mom, sexy."

"And Ellie soon," she teased.

"That would be awesome," I smiled, adding, "but you will always be my main girl."

"Aaah," she faked, "you know just the right words to saaaay." Almost completely in, the discomfort came back. She apologized, "Sorry, baby the last one back there was Mark and his dick is the size of a baby carrot and the width of a straw."

I laughed, which made my cock shift inside her and as she whimpered I finished filling her. "It's all in, baby."

"Kkkkk," she said, controlling her breathing. "Just let me get used to your cock,"

"Sure thing, sexy," I replied, always trying to flatter her with compliments, regardless of what we were doing.

I continued to gently caress her back, admiring every inch of her.

After a minute of calm, Miranda said, "Now slowly fuck me, baby."

"Ok," I nodded, not that she could see me, being bent over the couch as she was. I slowly pulled back out before moving back in.

As my strokes continued, she seemed to be getting accustomed to me, as her earlier whimpers were slowly shifting to moans. A couple of minutes of slow strokes, and Miranda moaned, "Go faster now, baby."

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yes, baby, I want you to fuck my ass now," she replied, her left hand going to her pussy.

"Ok, baby," I agreed and started to pick up the pace, although still somewhat cautious.

"That's it," Miranda moaned, "fuck me like you fucked your mom."

"Your ass is so tight," I grunted, feeling sexual euphoria like I had never felt before.

"And your cock fits me so perfectly," she moaned back, before adding, "Now fuck my ass, hard."

"Ok," I again agreed, and began pumping in and out of her tight ass.

If I thought I had seen an animated Miranda in the past, I clearly had not seen anything. As her hand continued to rub her clit, she demanded, "Harder, fuck, pound my shithole, stud," and "Drill my ass, baby, fucking use me as your personal fuck-slave." Sweat began to pour down my body as I tried desperately to keep up to her and thrilled at words like 'fuck-slave'. Moments later she screamed loud enough for all still in the studio to know exactly what we were doing when I slammed into her with all my might. "Oh fucking god, ravage my ass, baby, yessssssss!"

"Come for me, my slut," I ordered, seeing she was desperately close to euphoria.

Her breathing erratic, she mumbled, "You own it, baby. Make me your ass-slut. Use me as you please, baby. Tell me I am your whore."

"You are so fucking hot, baby," I replied.

"No, baby, I want to hear it. Tell me what I am," she grunted, seemingly unable to cross the threshold to euphoria without the declaration.

"I own you, Miranda Collington," I replied, using her name. "I own that cocksucking mouth of yours, that sweet cunt of yours and this incredibly tight ass of yours. You are my personal fuck-toy to use at my leisure, is that clear?"

"Oh God, yes, baby, I'm yours," she declared, her orgasm on the brink of explosion.

"Then come for me my sexy ass-slut, come from having your ass fucked," I ordered, getting turned on even more from the nasty talk.

"Oh yes, Master, yes, yes, hammer my ass, oh yes, harder, fuck, pound it, pound it, pounnnnnnnnnnd it!" she screamed as her second orgasm shook her very being.

I continued hard deep thrusts into her ass, which became even tighter with each tremble that quaked through her body as her orgasm flowed through her. My mine was stuck on the word 'Master', as my balls began to boil.

I kept pounding her ass, my body colliding with hers hard enough to hear the sweet smacks of two bodies colliding. Finally, knowing I was seconds away from shooting my load, I took control, by pulling out and shoving my cock that had been in her ass for over twenty minutes into her mouth.

Like the submissive slut she was, always willing to please, she quickly bobbed her head back and forth, while still rubbing her clit.

A naughty thought popping in my head, I waited till the very last second to pull out and spray my cum all over my beautiful older girlfriend. I came buckets, hitting her chin, lips, nose, forehead and hair. Like the obedient cum-slut she was, she opened her mouth trying to catch my tasty seed.

I ordered, "No my little cum-slut, I want to see your face dripping with your Master's cum."

"Yes, Master, whatever you wish," she obediently replied, sitting on her knees looking radiant and slutty at the same time.

"Sit still," I ordered, as I reached over the couch and grabbed my phone. "Pose pretty for the camera."

Her trust with me was stunning as she obeyed by smiling with a joy that no one could fake. I took picture after picture as she posed before she surprised me again with her willingness to please. "Why don't you switch to video, Master?"

I hastily did and videotaped the girl of years of cum-stained underwear fantasies as she posed for the video and after a few seconds began cleaning her face with her fingers before sexily putting my sticky cum to her lips. "Hmmmmm, you're cum tastes so delicious, Master, especially after your cock was in my ass for so long." She swirled her tongue around her finger allowing my goo to be savored. Again speaking to me, "So Curtis, may I come again?"

"Yes you may, Miranda Collington," I replied, using her name on camera.

Staring at the camera, she agreed, "Yes, I am Miranda Collington, and I would definitely say, it is really hot in here." She frantically rubbed herself before looking away from the camera and getting a devious smile. She quickly got up, grabbed an empty wine bottle from our drunken bender last night, and returned to her submissive position on the floor. Placing the bottle standing up, she asked me, her sexy smile so deviously naughty my cock began to stiffen again (truth be told it never really shrunk) and asked me, "May I fuck myself with this bottle, Master Curtis?"

"Fuck, yes," I grunted, in awe of what she was about to do ... on camera ... for me.

The awe continued, as she stood up, bent her knees in a way very few limber eighteen year olds could do and slowly lowered herself onto the wine bottle. I let out a gasp as the top of the bottle began to disappear inside my girlfriend's cunt.

"Hmmmmm, yes," she moaned, never looking away from the camera. "Does baby like?"

"Uh-huh," I mumbled, so captivated by her naughtiness.

The whole neck had vanished inside her and she continued to lower herself onto the widened part of the bottle.

"Shit," she whimpered, as her cunt was spread open, "Is my baby turned on yet?"

"Rock hard, baby," I grunted, my left hand stroking my cock as I filmed with my right.

"Good," she moaned, as she began somehow moving up and down on the bottle.

I taped the erotic scene that would make me a millionaire if I was to sell it to any porn company, something I would never do of course, while wondering when I should join in.

She continued to ride the wine bottle, her left hand holding the bottle in place as she picked up the pace. "Oh shit, baby, I want to come for you. I want this to be your special video for when we are not together."

I began pumping my cock as Miranda's declaration turned me on and her moans increased. The next couple of minutes we both fucked ourselves, her with the bottle and me with my hand. Miranda got animated again, implying her orgasm was imminent. "Are you going to come for me again, Master?"

"Yes," I grunted, getting closer myself.

"On my tits?" she questioned.

"Or on my face again?"

"Or do you want to shoot your delicious cum between my cocksucking lips," she teased.

"Wherever you want it," I answered, my balls beginning to boil again.

"Will you cum in my cunt while I'm coming baby?" she asked.

"Fuck, yes," I agreed, although I would agree to anything for this woman.

She quickly repositioned herself on her back on the floor and pumped the wine bottle in and out of her cunt with her left hand, while frantically rubbing her clit with her right, all the while looking up at me. "I'm so close baby, tell me when to come, Master. I need you to own me, Curtis, tell me you own me, please," she begged.

Obviously wanting to make this video even hotter for me, she repeated her earlier pleading. I was forever thankful to get these words on camera and responded with authority. "Yes, my slut. I own those lovely cocksucking lips of yours, I own your tight ass, I own your perky breasts and I own that cunt of yours. I own all three of your fuckholes. You are mine. Is that understood, my slut, my whore, my personal cocksucker, my submissive pet?"

"Oh yes, oh yes, fuck Master I have been dying to hear those words from you," she declared, shoving an unimaginable amount of the wine bottle inside her cunt.

"Come now, my slut," I demanded, wanting to watch her come.

In seconds the crescendo of bliss quaked through her and she screamed, "I'm coming, Masteeeer, fuuuuuck."

I watched and filmed for a few more seconds before I put the phone down, joined her on the floor, pulled out her creative fuck-toy and replaced it with my cock. I pounded her as hard as possible and as fast as possible while her orgasm shuddered through her.

"Oh yes baaaaaby, come in me, please fill me up," she begged and moaned, as she wrapped her stocking-clad legs around me and pulled me deeper into her as we melded into one.

Her nasty words, her hot acts, her stocking legs wrapped around me were too much and I exploded my fourth load of the day, my third in or on her as I leaned in and kissed her with the hunger of a man in love. She returned the kiss with a similar passion as I pumped stream after stream of my cum inside her cunt.

Exhausted, I lay on top of her as we both finished our earth-shaking orgasms, our lips never breaking contact with each other.

I don't know how long we lay on the floor, my cock slowly shrinking still inside her, our tongues exploring every crevice of each other's mouths before I felt a cramp. I broke the kiss and jumped up to stretch my leg.

Miranda laughed. "Based on how long your two hundred pound frame was laying on me, shouldn't I be the one stretching my legs?"

I reached down and pulled her up. "Stretch away," I smiled.

"That was the most intense sexual experience of my life," Miranda said, as she looked me in the eyes, her dazed and completely satisfied facial expression making it clear she was not just saying it.

"I bet you say that to all the guys you fuck, whose mom is your Mistress," I joked, playing on her earlier words.

"Just you, baby," she replied, kissing me. When she broke the kiss, her tone was suddenly soft and sweet with just a hint of insecurity as she said, "I think I'm falling in love with you, Curtis."

My legs went weak and my heartbeat picked up at hearing the words I never expected to hear from the girl of my dreams. I didn't hesitate as I replied, "I love you too, Miranda."

"You don't have to say it back," she said, again unable to hide the insecurity in her voice.

I took her hands in mine and admitted, "Miranda I have loved you since I was a child, but now that I know you, I love you in the real sense, not just some abstract concept that all teenage guys do." I kissed her softly before continuing.

"I love your smile." I kissed her lips.

"I love your compassion." I kissed her cheek while looking into her eyes, which were watering slightly as she listened to my declaration.

"I love your eyes." I kissed her other cheek.

"Of course, I love your body, your legs in stockings and your relentless sexual appetite," I said, kissing her neck.

I moved back, again holding her hands in mine, and looking directly into her eyes which were sparkling as I declared my devotion and finished with, "But most of all, Miranda, I love you for who you are. A beautiful woman with a heart of gold who deserves to be treated like the princess she is."

Tears streamed down her face as she smiled, but made a quick joke out if it. "A slutty princess."

"Well, yes, a very, very, slutty princess," I agreed, "but a princess nonetheless. I love you, Miranda."

"I love you, too Curtis," she replied as we pulled each other into a warm embrace.

Finally, both of us completely drained from a two hour sex session, we got dressed.

Miranda grabbed my hand and intertwined her fingers in mine as we left her dressing room and headed out, everyone else in the studio long gone other than Phil the janitor who gave both of us a knowing look.

Miranda asked, "Did you hear us tonight, Phil?"

"The whole state heard you tonight, Miss Collington," he replied with a smile.

We both laughed as headed into the darkness and fresh air of a lovely cool evening.

"So you still plan to fuck Ellie?" Miranda asked, as we walked to the car.

Unsure how to answer that after our earlier declarations, I paused.

"Because I have a new rule," Miranda announced as she stopped and turned to face me eye to eye.

"And what is that?" I asked, dying to know.

"You can only fuck people that I get to fuck too," Miranda announced with a smile.

I laughed as I said, "I have to say that may be the best fucking rule I have ever heard."

"I thought you would like it," she said, squeezing my cock through my pants.

"Don't you dare," I protested.

"What?" she asked with a shrug and a look of innocence. "Are you really done for the night already?"

Sliding my hand under her skirt and directly to her cunt I snapped back, "No, but I got to save my last load for my mother."

"Bastard," she said, hitting me playfully in the chest.

We kissed one more time and made final plans for the airport tomorrow before heading our separate ways.

As I drove home alone, my balls aching, I wondered if I could keep up with Miranda, and I wondered what our declarations of love would do to our relationship.

...

Next morning I refused my usual morning romp with Mom much to her dismay. I was still a little tired from last night's marathon session with Miranda, but I also wanted to be fresh for my planned joining the mile-high club where speed is an asset.

As instructed, Mom wore a simple sundress, beige thigh high stockings and that was it. No inconvenient undergarments to get in the way during our initiation to the mile-high club.

Dad, oblivious to the new relationship between his wife and son, drove us to the airport. Dropping us off, he kissed his wife goodbye and joke to both of us, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."