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Introduction:

Mother and son enjoy each other to there detriment
This is revised since I failed to double check my work the first time. Hope you all enjoy.


What a wife and Son Deserve


Son’s starting point:

It was late afternoon. Mom was on the back porch with a romance
novel in front of her face. It wasn't clear whether she was
actually reading it or just day-dreaming behind it. In either case,
I was feeling extremely horny and my gorgeous mother was looking
decidedly fuckable. I didn't see any reason to hang back from
acting on impulse. So I came up to her chair and cupped her
underneath her big, firm breasts. As I massaged those fine, full
titties in both hands, I asked her where Daddy and Sister were.

"Mmmmmmmm, who knows? Working late again, probably, and she’s at a friends for at least a few hours" Mom replied
pressing my hands over her tits with her own.

"Great!"

I bent down and kissed her hard on the lips. My tongue slithered
into her warm, wet mouth, which tasted vaguely of sweet wine. She
kissed me back with a passion that wasn't entirely unexpected.

"Think we have time for a quick one, Mom?", I asked tweaking her
erect nipples between thumb and forefinger.

"Hell, I sure hope so," grinned Mom. "You've got me hot now,
honey. You better finish what you started.

Don't be shocked. I'm not the only son screwing his sexy mom
these days. Where the hell do you think they got the term
"mother-fucker" from, anyway? Almost a year has passed since that
delightful afternoon when I discovered that a middle-aged woman has
the experience and the desire to show a young man around the bed in
ways that a younger girl could never dream of. The fact that the
middle-aged woman in question was my own mother certainly didn't
bother me if it didn't bother her.

We stripped each other quickly and passionately, dropping our
clothes where we stood on the back porch. I wanted to move inside,
into the bedroom like we always did, but Mom was so hot that she
squatted in front of me right there and grabbed my asscheeks with
both hands, pulling my cock toward her open mouth.

As always, I whimpered a little as her talented lips enclosed
themselves about the swollen head of my prick. How could a woman be
so good at what she did? I know, I know. My mother always says
that the answer to that question is practice, practice.
practice,but I sincerely believe that most of my giggling teenage
girlfriends could practice for a million years without getting as
good at sucking cocks as my Mom is.

Every time I'm with my mother, I thank my lucky stars that I'm
the right age to enjoy her as a young man. Her mouth action is so
good that you can't help but shoot between her lips, flooding her
taste buds with your ripe spunk. And Mom is the kind of girl who
would insist on drinking your jizz even if you were trying to avoid
squirting in her mouth. So it never did any good for me to tell her
that I wanted to save it for her pussy. Fortunately, my youthful
body still has enough rebound to get hard again within minutes of
enjoying one of Mom's monster suck-offs.

It wasn't long before I was filling Mom's mouth with my first
load of jizz. Being the first, it was almost too much for her to
handle. But, as always, she managed... gulping and swallowing madly
as my thick, creamy sperm squirted down her pretty throat.

Her mouth was still working up and down when I gently took her
by the hand and pushed her back into the house. I squeezed her
firm, naked little ass and ran my fingers up between her legs from
behind, giving her juicy, wet pussy a little feel up as we headed
for the bedroom. I could feel my cock returning to its former
hardness with every step I took. By the time that we reached the
bedroom that my mother shared with my father, I was ridiculously
hard again, so hard that you'd think it was a wonder my nuts didn't
explode in her face.

"Fuck me, Mom," I begged as I spread myself across the mattress.
"Sit on my cock, and ride me!"

"You got it, son," said Mom, straddling my thighs.

She lowered herself down on top of me real, real slow. The sexy
bitch! I should have known. Mom always has that tiny bit of self
control that she brings into play at just the right moment. It
seemed to take forever for her soft, warm pussy to completely
envelop my pulsating prick. The sensations of being engulfed,
swallowed, and totally devoured were so obscenely delicious, I was
groaning long before she'd stuffed half of me inside her hot, hairy
twat.

"Ride me," I encouraged her. "Ride me hard."


Dads Starting Point:

Dad walked into the house, home early and heard noises from his room that sounded like his wife playing with herself so he thought he would surprise her, but as he reached the door he saw his 18 year old son and his wife fucking. Eyes about bugging out of his head he walked in and punched his son square on the side of the head knocking him off his wife and out cold. His wife started screaming, at first shocked then scared because she loved her husband but had let her son’s seducing of her get out of hand till she enjoyed it and always let him have his way. As she was sobbing and apologizing he smacked her hard across the face telling to shut the fuck up. He went to the garage and retrieved his duck-tape then proceeded up stairs to his wife and son. She was laying on the bed crying and just let him rap the tape around her ankles and wrists.

“Please baby I will do whatever you want me to do so that I don’t lose you.”

“Dam right you will. For now you will sit here like this and not say a word. We no longer have a son, I am calling some friends of mine that I know who are hard core bikers. They are gay and looking for a new bitch slave. Remember you brought this on yourselves. You will remain with me but you will always do as I say and if you displease me you will spend the night hog tide in the closet. Do you understand?”

He noticed his son starting to move so he went over to him and wrapped him securely in duck-tape. Taped so he can’t move or speak he just stairs at his father scared of what he might do to him.

“You are no longer part of the family. You are being sold and as far as anyone is concerned you moved out after I caught you fucking my wife you dumb shit. I thought something was going on but I had no proof, and since you committed the worst act against me, I am doing the worst I can think of against you. Enjoy your life as a slave.”

The father watched as his son just cried for a few minutes. Finally returning to his crying wife, he tells her to answer his questions now.

“Please don’t do that to him, he is our son.”

“Too bad you both made your choices now live with it, because all we have is a daughter.”

His wife meekly replies that she understands. She watches as he picks up his cell phone to call the bikers. She listens and chants to herself that she has no son trying to comply with her husband’s wishes as he talks to his old friends from his glory days. They both say they understand and will be there in an hour with a moving truck for the boy and his things. He then proceeds to stand and retrieve boxes from the garage and dumps all his son’s belongings into them in short order not caring if anything gets broken. Then he goes through the house and removes any pictures that he sees up that have his son in them leaving them blank in the same place, so he can replace them with pictures of himself, wife, and daughter. As he finish’s he hears the moving truck backing up to the garage door.
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