Son and Mom dominate Mom’s submissive best friend, Family taboo, incest stories, After a lengthy bath, an oral orgasm at the tongue of my son, and another orgasm as he fucked my pussy before depositing a load all over my face, we lay in my bed together as I asked, the cum still on me, wearing it like a badge of honour, “So how did you end up fucking my best friend?”
He laughed, “You’re still stuck on that?”
“More curious than stuck,” I responded bluntly.
“Am I hearing a tinge of jealousy?” He asked.
“Truth?” I asked, shifting to vulnerable.
“Always,” he smiled warmly.
“I am a bit jealous I wasn’t your first,” I admitted. Then added, “And I’ll be jealous of whomever you’re with next.”
“Well that will be you,” he smiled. “It’s a bit silly to be jealous of yourself.”
“I’m serious,” I said. “This has been amazing and easily the best sex I’ve ever had. But I know it can’t go on forever.”
“Why not?” he asked, clearly as infatuated by fucking his mother as I was fucking my son. The difference of course being the best years of his life were still ahead of him.
I laughed, “You’re cute in your naivety.”
“You’re hot with cum all over your face,” he countered.
“That was quite the load,” I laughed, touching my face to feel the wads of cum just beginning to dry.
“My barrel is always fully loaded,” he joked, stroking his somehow still hard cock.
“And I have targets you are more than welcome to use for target practise any time you want,” I replied, playing along with the metaphor.
He smiled, before saying softly, “If I would have imagined this could possibly happen I would have rejected Laurie’s advances.”
“So she seduced you?” I questioned, still super curious how my married best friend had ended up taking my son’s virginity.
“You can ask her,” he said.
“You’re not going to tell me?” I asked, annoyed.
“Nope,” he said. “A man doesn’t fuck his mom’s best friend and tell.”
“You already did,” I pointed out.
“Well, a man doesn’t fuck his mom’s best friend and share all the details,” he corrected.
“Fine,” I sighed.
“I know that means it isn’t fine,” he said. “But I’m okay with that.”
“Brat,” I said, even as I straddled him.
“So I’m told on good authority,” he shrugged.
“I’m going to make that bitch my cunt licking slut tomorrow,” I declared.
“I want to watch,” he said.
“You can join in, too,” I added, as I began bouncing on his cock.
“Awesome,” he said, as he began bucking up to meet my downward bounces.
Fifteen minutes and a few positions later and I got one last load for the night deep in my ass… I fell asleep naked and in my son’s arms, his cum leaking out of my ass.
Next morning, I woke my son up with a morning blow job, swallowing his creamy breakfast treat.
For breakfast I made him an omelette with a side of cunt.
We showered together, where we both had our second orgasms of the morning.
I texted Laurie and invited her over for coffee at 11. She responded she would love that.
Paul, sitting beside me, texted from his own phone: I expect you in thigh highs, no bra or panties for the day as I may be stopping over to pound your tight asshole.