Unspoken Pleasure

I turned and looked and saw a strap-on cock and lube. Each was wearing a Christmas ribbon.

She continued, “I planned to fuck him tonight for the first time.”

“No way!” I repeated.

“Yeah, I was trying to rekindle our sex life,” she admitted. “It’s been rather dead for months.”

“How do you know he’s bi?” I asked, still processing this.

“From watching him suck cock,” she answered, before smiling wickedly, “he didn’t know I was home and especially didn’t know I was watching from the bedroom closet; he’s pretty good at it.”

“This is definitely too much information,” I said.

She added, “But when I got your dad’s text that the roads were closed and he wasn’t coming home, I assumed you would be turned back from your own sure thing booty call and would have to turn around.”

“No way,” I said, as I realized she had planned this. She wasn’t dad’s Christmas present, she was mine!

“Do you like your Christmas present?” Mom asked, demurely, slowly fucking herself on my cock.

“I was hoping for a new iPad,” I joked.

“I can never give you enough,” she said, shaking her head, before adding, “now let’s make you a mother fucker,” she laughed, “it’s not official until we both cum!” as she resumed bouncing on my cock.

“Oh God, Mom,” I groaned. “I can’t believe any of this.”

“That dad sucks cock or that tonight I’m your three-hole Mommy slut?” she asked, not stopping bouncing on my cock.

“All of it,” I said, even as I processed her latest reveal… three-hole Mommy slut? I couldn’t even breathe for a moment, but my mouth said, Wow!

“Merry Christmas, son,” she grinned, filled with holiday cheer plus my big dick as she really bounced back on me.

“And a Happy New Year,” I responded, hinting at my desire for this to be more than a one night thing.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, as she moved off my cock, turned around and said, “Your Mom is going to expect a lot of Mom-son bonding time from now on. There’ll be Groundhog Day, which is all about going in and out of holes; and Valentine’s Day of course; Discovery Day, maybe you’ll be up for fucking your dad by then after I lube him up; you’d better do a good job on me on Labour Day; Thanksgiving of course; then next Christmas for our first fucking anniversary! And every day in between!”

“I usually have a few loads a day available,” I said, as she took my cock in her mouth.

After a few bobs, as she sucked her own juices off my cock, “I claim at least three of them a day.”

“Only three?” I asked as I stood up, lifted her up in the air and lowered her onto me.

“No, at least three. Oh yes, you big boy,” she moaned as I slid deep inside her, wrapping her legs and arms around me and kissing me passionately, now moaning into my mouth and wrapping her tongue around mine.

The kiss was strangely intimate. Her tongue exploring my mouth and her continuous moans echoing through my head even as I walked… carrying her to the bedroom, feeling her bounce her cunt forcefully on my dick with every step.

I broke the kiss so I could see where I was going as she asked, “Are you taking your Mommy to your bedroom to fuck her?”

“No,” I corrected her, “I’m taking my Mommy to her bedroom so I can fuck her.”

“Mmmmmmm,” she smiled, my cock still in her cunt and hard enough to often support her entire weight… the walking and her synchronised bouncing a powerful way to fuck her.

Reaching her bedroom, a little tired, I rested her against the wall and kissed her again, while slowly bucking my hips as I fucked her a bit more gently while our tongues each explored each other’s mouths. I wasn’t sure what our respective roles were in her eyes, but I was treating her as I would anyone I was fucking: urgent, passionate and dominant.

Her hands were on my back, her legs were wrapped around me and her tongue was as aggressive as mine was. Never allowing our lips to part or my cock to slip out of her, I carried her to the bed.

I lowered her onto it and as our lips finally broke she said, “God, Devon, I want you so bad.”

“I want you too, Mom,” I said, never wanting anyone or anything more in my life.

“Now I want you to use Mommy like you do your Shannon. Face fuck Mommy’s throat, slam that big dick in Mommy’s cunt and if you want, plow Mommy’s back door,” she listed, having already done two of the three, although the fucking Mom’s cunt was only recently started. Yet the idea of fucking Mom’s ass, which she’d mentioned twice now, something I’d never done to a woman, although I was sure Shannon was game if we kept dating, was the ultimate turn-on.

I warned, “I can be rather dominant.”

“What part of fucking the living shit out of Mommy and using her as a three-hole bimbo fuck toy was unclear to you, my masterful son?” she purred, as she moved her feet to my cock and began giving me a foot job. “I’m a submissive slut son, always have been, and I need a man who can use me as such. Your father is no longer that man; fuck, he’d probably be submissive to you, so are you that man?”

There was an implication in that question that gave me pause. I could definitely be that man for my Mom, but did she mean for dad too? I’d gotten one blow job from a guy last summer, it was pretty damn good, but I was drunk and really embarrassed about it the next day. Yet the idea of fucking my father was weird. Could I? Would I love it or hate it? I tabled those thoughts for another time and instead I focused on the immediate question as I responded, her silky-clad feet masturbating my cock, “For you I’m definitely that man, Mom. But once I take you and make you my slut, you’ll always be my slut and there’s no going back.” There it was: my attempt to claim my mother as more than a Christmas miracle… as more than a maternal fuck buddy but as my obedient, devoted slut… my own It’s a Wonderful Life except Mom would be my angel instead of Clarence and all the life-changing, surreal experiences would be sexual ones.

“Promise?” she responded, letting me know she too wanted this to be not only a dominant submissive thing, but permanent.

“I’ll want to be woken up properly every morning with a nice soothing blow job,” I said, that only happening once before and I’d sure loved it.

“I do like some cream in my coffee,” she answered, before adding, “Although sometimes I may wake you up by riding your cock.”

“I can allow that,” I smiled.

“Anything else?” she asked, seeming to like this game we were playing.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“You will always wear thigh highs and always be sans any underwear so I’ll have quick, easy access to your fuck holes whenever I need a place to deposit a load,” I said, the idea of walking up behind Mom as she made dinner or shoving my cock in her mouth as she was on her iPad popping into my head.

“Yes, son,” she nodded. “My cunt will always be available to you and whenever it isn’t because of Mother Nature, my other hole down there will always be lubed and ready.”

“Does Mom like a cock in her ass or is she just obedient?” I asked.