Son and Mom dominate Mom’s submissive best friend

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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.

She texted back: I’m having coffee with your mom at 11.

As I watched over his shoulder, he replied: So?

Can I get dressed in that attire after I get back from visiting your mother?she pleaded.

He texted back: Dress like the slut you are right fucking now if you want my dick again.

She immediately gave in with an apology: Sorry! I’ll do as I’m told.

“Wow, you really have her whipped,” I approved.

“She’ll do anything for my cock,” he admitted, as he texted: Good, because I may even have a third for you today to give you that DP you want so bad.

“I can’t wait to see how she responds to that,” I said, knowing the third was me.

She texted back: I can’t wait!!

“Holy shit, I expected some sort of resistance,” I said.

He said, “She’s admitted she has a fantasy of getting DP’d, filled air tight and gangbanged.”

“Any hints she is a cunt muncher too?” I asked.

“I never thought about asking,” he said.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to find out,” I said.

“If I tell her to, she will,” he said confidently.

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