Incest/Taboo Cockolding Dad

"So, how's it going?" Angie asked when she caught Gloria in the small break room as she got herself a cup of coffee.

"Had the biggest orgasm I've ever had masturbating just thinking of Andrew fucking me," Gloria whispered low so as not to be overheard.

"That a girl," Angie cooed, smiling into her own cup. "So, how's Andrew's reaction to it all? Oh my, for that long, really?!" she uttered in amazement that Andrew had kept his hard-on for so long and not blown his load. To say she was impressed was an understatement. "So, what are your plans for tonight?"

"Movie night, just the two of us snuggled on the couch," Gloria spoke, feeling her body already getting aroused at the thought of it.

"You naughty woman, you, you're getting horny for your son, aren't you?" Angie teased with a huge grin on her face as Gloria nodded her head firmly.

"How's Maverick taking the end of his access to your pussy?" Angie asked, taking another sip of her coffee.

"Don't know and don't fucking care," Gloria spat. "I've been faithful all this time, and this is how he treats me?! He deserves everything coming to him." Little did she know what fate would have in store for her straying husband and his mistress.

"I totally agree, hon'," Angie nodded. "We still going shopping tomorrow?"

"Oh, hell yes! You should have seen that cock just standing up for me," Gloria said, drooling at the image of it. "I so want to make him bust a nut in his pants," she giggled wickedly.

"I bet you're wet right now just thinking of it?" Angie spoke with a knowing smile.

"Mmmhmm," Gloria hummed.

"You just let me know if you..."

"The ass is leaving Sunday, so we'll have the house to ourselves for the week. I thank you; I really mean it; I haven't felt this alive in ages!" Gloria giggled happily.

"Oh, then does that mean I won't be seeing you Monday morning at the gym?" Angie asked with a coy smile.

"Of course, I do have to keep looking tight and sexy for the man I have my eye on," Gloria said, matching her friend's smile.

"You have to tell me how it went tomorrow; I want all the juicy details," Angie said, feeling like a schoolgirl again as she rested her hand on her friend's right arm.

"Oh, I promise, full disclosure," Gloria mused with a sexy little smile.

Andrew was so glad it was Friday when he ambled into his house on that chilly afternoon. It seemed word had spread of his and Celest's fight in the hallway the other day. Then again, he wasn't surprised; they weren't exactly quiet about it. He had to take solace in the fact that Celest didn't bother him or scream at him that day. It wasn't like he was looking for a fight. It wasn't his fault he didn't have the experience that she obviously had. If he had known that, he probably wouldn't have asked her out in the first place. He just didn't want to feel pressured into doing something he wasn't sure that he could give her the best. However, she never gave him that chance to grow as a lover to her. No. She just dumped him and ran off to the most egotistical guy on campus.

"Who needs her," Andrew grumbled as he fell into his desk chair. Ruffling his hair, his feet instinctually turning his body towards his bed. His eyes ran along it, recounting what had happened the last two mornings and nights. Wondering what was going on between him and his mother. He wasn't an idiot. He knew she had been flirting with him the moment she first started, yet, the question remained; why? Was his mother just teasing him? If she was, it was too damn early in the mornings to torment his horny young mind. Still, the image of her ass, those hard nipples of hers that taunted him. The feel of her breasts against the side of his head or on his arm played in his mind. Reaching down and rubbing his cock through his jeans, wondering why his mother was affecting him like this.

Andrew felt his heart race as the front door opened. His eyes glanced down to the right bottom corner of his monitor screen, noting the time. His skin heated as her footsteps drew near. The scent she had worn announced her arrival at his door.

"Hey, baby," Gloria cooed in a loving tone as she leaned on the doorframe.

"Hey, Mom," Andrew greeted, leaning back in his chair.

"What'cha doin'?" Gloria asked, peering into his room.

"Just editing pics and looking for some places to take some photos tomorrow," Andrew said truthfully, turning his body towards her.

"Oh?! That sounds neat! You'll have to show me how you do that sometime," Gloria said in a shy tone, running the pad of her finger along the moulding of the door as her gaze was on the floor of her son's room.

"Sure, if you want, but you might find it boring," Andrew said, feeling his cheeks heat.

"I never would; want to know why?" Gloria spoke, lifting her eyes, their gaze running up her son's body, seeing his nod when they centered on Andrew's face. "Because it's something you're interested in, so it would never be boring to me. Andrew, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Mom." Watching how his mother stepped into his room and turned her back to him. Placing his hand over his manhood as he felt himself hardening when his eyes fell on her ass. Swallowing hard when his mother pulled up her skirt. He was relieved and hated that she didn't pull it higher all at the same time when she stopped just below her ass cheeks.

"Someone said I had a run in my stockings at work today, do I? These are silk, and they're expensive," Gloria said in a pouting tone.

"No, I don't see a run in them," feeling his cock thumping against his hand as he ran his eyes down his mother's shapely legs, "whoever told you that needs to have their eyes checked," Andrew said, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Thanks, baby, these are my favorite pair; I'd hate to have to replace them."

"I can see why; they look good on you," Andrew said before he could catch himself. Groaning in his mind as he watched his mother pushing her skirt down as she wiggled her hips.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Gloria cooed, keeping her back to him. Feeling her cheeks burning with heat. Then her mood grew sour when she heard the ringtone for her husband playing within the depths of her purse. "What?" she growled into her phone, keeping her back to her son. Her eyes grew wide as she saw her son's reflection in the glass of the picture frames in his room. Seeing how his eyes were on her body, namely her ass, yet that wasn't what had her enthralled as she noted how her son's hand moved along his leg, or more precisely, his cock! How that made her pussy just lurch at the sight.

"There's no reason to bite my head off, Gloria?!" Maverick intoned. He would have thought her mood would have lightened by now; it seems he was wrong.

"Uh-huh, I think I have plenty of reasons," Gloria said offhandedly.

"Listen, I was just calling to let you know I will be home late tonight." Her eyes flared, her mind raced, thinking of the hours she would have with her son, alone.

"That all?" Gloria asked in a deadpan voice.

"Don't you want to know why?"

"No," Gloria answered before hanging up on her husband and shoving her phone into her purse.

"Mom, what's going on? You've never been this angry with Dad before; what happened?" Andrew asked in a concerned voice.

"Nothing you need to worry about, baby; it's your father that's the problem, but you don't need to worry about a thing." Wiping her eyes of the wasted years of her life. Unbuttoning her blouse to its third button. She was always professional at work, yet at home, she wanted to be slutty for her son, the lover that was soon to line her bed. Gloria noted how red her son's face was getting when she leaned on the armrests of his chair. Noting how his eyes couldn't pull themselves away from the valley of her breasts, she displayed for her son. "He should be the last thing on your mind at the moment. So how about I order a pizza for tonight since it will just be the two of us, and we'll snuggle on the couch and watch a nice romantic movie. Would you like that, Andrew?" Gloria asked in a sinful tone.

"O-okay," Andrew stammered in nervousness. Unsure if he could keep his hormonal thoughts from influencing his body.

"So sweet." Gloria's eyes lit up when she spoke those words. Feeling how surprised he was when she kissed him on his lips. "It's okay to be inexperienced, baby; there is no shame in that. We all were at one point in time. The question is on who you choose to learn along with. Like that girl, she is only after her own needs; if you find a woman, a real woman, the journey together can be so much more thrilling," Gloria purred, her eyes flashed in her hunger as the words left her lips. "I told you, baby, I was willing to help you and that I would never judge you like that girl did," she stated in a sinful tone as she sashayed out of the room.

"What the fuck is going on?!"

"Shit, this is bad," Maverick muttered at the dial tone of his phone. That was the first time his wife had actually hung up on him before. No matter how mad she was, she's never done that. Leaning back in his chair, wondering how much groveling he was going to have to do the moment he got back to get out of the dog house he had put himself into. He just didn't think she would be taking not having another child this hard.

"Trouble in paradise?" Margie asked, standing in the doorway of Maverick's office.

"You can say that," Maverick sighed.

"Don't let her get you down; after all, by Sunday at lunch, you'll be between these legs, and your wife will be the furthest thing on your mind," Margie cooed lustfully at her lover of fifteen years.

"Oh, I'm counting down the minutes," Maverick retorted with his own flirt. Smirking as she shut his office door and closed the blinds.

"Then let me help you take some of the stress off of you until then," Margie purred as she sauntered around his desk.

Unaware that his office and car had been bugged, and his cell phone had been cloned when Marcum had taken Maverick out to lunch yesterday as he listened to every word. He sat in disgust at what he was listening to. Maverick was a very close friend of his. How could he be doing this to his wife? A woman he knew and cherished as a dear friend who he knew adored her husband. He hated to do this kind of work, yet it was what was paying the bills, and truthfully, he wanted Gloria to know the truth about her husband. Wondering how he was going to approach Gloria with this evidence. However, first, he wanted to get as much dirt on the woman before making waves, and when he did then, and only then, present his evidence to both parties.

Andrew sat uncomfortably on the couch beside his mother as she rested against him. He just couldn't get the image of how her breasts swayed, nor how wet and shiny her pussy appeared to be when he had accidentally stumbled upon his mother masturbating on her bed with her back pressed against the headboard. He felt himself growing hard as the sounds of her whimpers filled his ears as he recounted how he stared in shock through that gap in her door. It was those whimpers that had drawn him in the first place. He thought his mother was crying and thought to comfort her. He had no idea why his mother and father were fighting.

His eyes glanced down when his mother took hold of his right arm and brought it up and over her head. His eyes flew wide when the palm of his hand rested on the side of his mother's right unsupported breast while his fingers laid along it. His cock throbbed like mad when his mother's nipple rested between his middle and ring finger.

"It's okay honey, I told you I want to help. Doesn't it feel nice in your hand?" Gloria asked in a sultry tone, ignoring the movie that was playing at the moment.

"Y-yes." His voice cracked as he spoke.

"How far have you gone with that girl or any girl?" Gloria asked quizzically.

"Just kissing," Andrew looked away in embarrassment. Feeling his mother's light touch on his chin, turning his attention back towards her.

"I told you, baby, there's no shame in being inexperienced. You just need someone willing to show you what you need to know. There is a bright side of being inexperienced," Gloria said, "go ahead, baby and touch my breast all you want. I wouldn't have put your hand there if I didn't want you to touch me. Gentler baby, a woman's breasts are sensitive. A lighter touch on them will get you more of a result than manhandling them. Unless the woman asks for a rougher treatment, only then do so. Do you understand?" Whimpering as Andrew gently rolled her breast, his fingers brushing along her nipple as he did.

"What do you mean there's a bright side?" Andrew asked, unable to tear his eyes away from his mother's breast or his hand. He just couldn't believe he was doing this! It felt so wrong, yet, oh, so good at the same time.

"You don't have to unlearn any bad techniques that can really throw a woman off her arousal," Gloria answered with a coy smile. "Do you want me to teach you?"

"Mom?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Don't you find this... weird? Us, doing this?" As much as Andrew wanted to continue, yet his duty as a son came first.

"Don't think of me as your mother at the moment; think of me as the woman whom you're feeling up. You do like how that breast feels in your hand, don't you?" Gloria purred, feeling her son jumping slightly as her nails pressed into his thigh as she lightly moaned for her son. "Yes, baby, just like that," she uttered breathlessly. All Andrew could do was nod as his eyes watched that elation on his mother's face. "Kiss me," Gloria whispered, her eyes staring into his. Her tongue twisted around his, her fingers weaved through strands of her son's brown hair. Holding him against her lips when she felt his startlement as her free hand caressed his cock through his pants. Pulling away from him, her eyes always on his as she reached down and pulled the grey t-shirt she was wearing over her head. Watching how her son's eyes bugged out as they stared at her naked breasts.

"M..." Gloria's finger on his lips stilled his words.

"From now on, when it's just the two of us, it's Gloria, not Mom. When your father is home, then you call me by that title. You don't call the woman that you're touching so lewdly, mother," Gloria said as she slipped into his lap. "Can you do that?" she asked, placing her breasts so close to his lips

"Yes, M... Gloria," Andrew muttered, transfixed.

"Go on, baby, suck on my breasts... shit! Fuckers home sooner than I thought," Gloria muttered aloud at the sight of the headlights playing through the curtains she had drawn closed, scurrying off her son's lap. God, she was so fucking wet and horny! "Why did he have to come home now!" she bemoaned in her mind. "I'm sorry, baby, I'll make it up to you, I promise," Gloria whispered after hastily dressing, lightly rubbing her son's arm as he groaned as he pressed his head on the back of the couch. Knowing Andrew must be hard as a rock at that moment. "I promise this will have its day," she cooed lightly, running her nails lightly up the length of his covered cock.

"Sorry about being late, honey," Maverick said the moment he entered the front door. Thinking he could soothe some of his wife's ire if he skipped the after-party favors he and Margie normally partook in after such dinners with his boss and board members. "The boss wanted to take us out to celebrate the work we've done this year."

"Uh-huh," Gloria muttered coldly, her arousal instantly fading at the sound of her husband's voice.

"Please, Gloria, can't we talk? I know you're upset, and I get that. I fucked up, I should have been there, and I wasn't. Andrew, give your mother and me some privacy, would ya," Maverick spoke as he walked around the couch.

"Save yourself; there may be shrapnel," Gloria uttered, winking at her son as she patted his thigh.

"Sure, Dad," Andrew answered, getting up from his seat and rounding the other side of the couch to hide his hard-on from his father's eyes.

Holding up her hand when Maverick began to speak. She hid her smile when she heard her son's door closing, Knowing what he would be doing within those walls. "You think a little 'I'm sorry'" sneering the words, "is going to fix your mistake?" Knowing she would have to keep Maverick around so she could fool him into thinking it was his kid when they both knew he couldn't father another. She couldn't wait to make the fool into a cuckold and pay to raise her and her lover's baby.

"No..." Stopping himself when he began to lower himself down beside his wife only to watch her pointing at the chair to the right of him, "I wasn't saying that, but it's a start, isn't it? I know having another baby is an important issue for you. I am sorry that I didn't take it as seriously as I should have. But it's been two years, honey; if it hasn't happened by now, then don't you think we should look at adoption?"

"Adoption, huh? Is that what you think will get you out of this mess?" Gloria asked, biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself from screaming out: No shit! It hasn't happened, you lying bastard! You had a vasectomy without the courtesy of fucking telling me! No. She couldn't say that, at least not yet. However, that day will come, yes it will. She was going to make sure of it.

"No, I don't, but doesn't this show you I'm trying to make up for my blunder? I know it's not the child you want to carry to term. But if we are approved to be parents for whichever child we adopt, I know you'll be just as great of a mother to them as you are with Andrew. Although, I am going to miss seeing you pregnant. You were always sexy in my eyes..." Gloria surged from her seat and stomped towards her bedroom. Groaning, running his hand down his face, knowing this was going to be harder than he thought. "Fuck it, I'm getting laid Sunday and the rest of the week. I'll deal with this shit later. Maybe she'll calm down after not having me around for a week," Maverick muttered in his mind as he leaned back in his chair. Already missing the feel of his wife's cunt wrapped around his cock. He might not want more kids, but Gloria was a fantastic lay.

"Where are you going?!" Maverick asked, getting up from his seat as Gloria snatched her coat off the coat rack.

"None of your damn business! I'm dropping Andrew off at a friend's house," Gloria hissed, glaring hatefully at the man. She was going to get off, and by God, it's going to feel great!

"But when will you be home?"

"When I fucking feel like it! Andrew! Come on!" Gloria shouted out as she stormed out of the house.

"Try to calm her down, don't let her do something foolish," Maverick said to his son as Andrew walked towards the door.

"I will, don't worry, Dad," Andrew said, feeling a little ashamed of what he had done with his mother just a few minutes ago.

"Thanks, son, I appreciate it," Maverick said, nodding to his son.

"M..." He felt a twinge of fear crawling up his spine at the glare his mother shot him.

"Get in, Andrew," Gloria said, not taking no for an answer.

"Okay, but where are we going?"

"To finish what we started," Gloria stated in a matter-of-fact manner before throwing her car into reverse and backing out of the driveway.

"Gloria... I don't know, I'm uncomfortable with this," Andrew uttered nervously. "It doesn't feel right doing this behind Dad's back. I don't want to be one of those types of guys."

Gloria hung her head as they stopped at a stop sign at the intersection of the subdivision. She wondered where he got this honorable side from. Knowing it wasn't from his father. "He's cheating on me," Gloria whispered weakly.

"What?" Andrew asked, not hearing her clearly.

"You're father... is cheating on me," Gloria repeated more loudly, her grip tightened on the steering wheel.

"What?! No way! Dad wouldn't... oh, Mom," Andrew blurted out, throwing his arms around her and hugging her tightly to him. "Are you sure?" He had to ask. This was his father, the man that raised him. Taught him the meaning of right and wrong. Was that all a lie? Was everything in his childhood a lie? His mind raced with questions, yet no answers were forthcoming as his mother poured her heart out on his shoulder as she nodded.

"He had a vasectomy!" Gloria cried out.

"Huh? Isn't that like... when you..." His mind flared with renewed questions as his eyes darted back and forth, trying to sort it out in his mind; the man he knew all his life and the man he was now faced with. "Why?" Andrew finally asked, only to have a car honk behind them. "Pull over, and I'll drive us to Angie's. I know how you like having her at these moments," he said, taking charge.

"Okay," Gloria smattered with a very shaky voice.

"Sorry!" Andrew shouted, waving to the driver as they headed off to their destination. "There has to be a reason, didn't he tell you he had one?" he asked, glancing at her as he drove to his mother's best friend's house. He tolerated Bret, they just ran in different circles, and he knew Bret did the same. Bret was a nice guy; in his opinion, yet, he could rub someone the wrong way, as the saying goes. Andrew just didn't like Bret's cockiness that he liked to flaunt. If you're confident, you don't need to flaunt it. Those around you already notice it, or that was what he thought anyway.

"No, do you think I would have tried for two years for a baby if I knew that?!" Gloria screamed at him.

"Sorry, Mom, you're right; I had a brain fart. Can you forgive me?"

"I-I..." she sniffed, "told you to call me Gloria."

"Again, I offer my sincerest apologies for my momentary lapse, Gloria," Andrew spoke in a modest-regal voice with a smile on his lips as they sat at the stop sign to turn onto Angie's road.

"Apology accepted, Andrew," Gloria replied, feeling a smile forming on her lips.

"But something like that has to give you some pause. He had to have acted weird for a while," Andrew spoke offhandedly.

"Yeah, he did, fifteen years ago..." The tires squealed as Andrew slammed on the brakes.

"What?!" Andrew roared. "And he didn't fucking tell you in fifteen years! That son of a bitch!" His fist slammed hard on the stirring wheel when his mother nodded. "Yeah, I have to agree, the bastard is cheating on you," he growled as his anger burned his blood. "I'm sorry, Gloria, you're fucking hot, and anyone that cheats on someone like you is a fucking idiot?!"

Gloria just sat there with wide, shocked eyes at what her son had just called her. "Oh, fuck teasing you, I'm so going to fuck you tonight," Gloria uttered in all seriousness, turning to face forward in her seat.

"Wait. What?!" Andrew stammered, blinking rapidly.

"Drive, Andrew, now," Gloria said sternly.

Gloria rang Angie's doorbell rapidly, hearing footsteps approaching from behind the door. "What... oh, Gloria, sorry, is something wrong?" Marcum asked, looking at Gloria then to Andrew, who stood behind his mother.

"Hi, Marcum, is Angie here?"

"Hon'!" Marcum called from over his shoulder before gesturing them to enter.

"Gloria... oh, what's going on?" Angie stopped in her tracks at the look in her friend's eyes.

"Is that offer still on the table?"

"Yes, of course, it is," Angie answered, her eyes widening in glee at what she was referring to. "Follow," beckoning with her index finger for them to follow with a coy smile on her lips, "originally we built it as an apartment for Marcum's parent's, but they decided to move in with his sister in a warmer climate," she said factually as she led them through her living room, noting how Bret nodded to Andrew and he did the same.

"Love the shirt, Sophia, looks pretty on you," Gloria said in passing as they moved through Angie's kitchen towards her garage.

"Thank you, Gloria, have fun," Sophia replied with a knowing smirk.

"Oh, it will be," Gloria uttered before dragging a very nervous Andrew behind her.

"So it's used mostly as a guest room for our visiting relatives, so you'll have your privacy... to do whatever the two of you will be doing in there," Angie said with a sexy smirk as she peered back at the two of them. "I put a clean sheet on the bed; I doubt the two of you will be doing much sleeping," she said, unlocking the door. Reaching to her left and up slightly, flipping on the lights for the room. "I put a few of Bret's Gatorade drinks in the refrigerator should you need to quench your thirst."

"You can drop the act, Angie," Gloria said, smiling at her friend's back.

"Spoil sport, and I was enjoying myself," Angie pouted, crossing her arms below her breasts when she turned to Gloria. "I see someone's in the mood. Do you remember that day, Andrew?" she asked in a sinful tone as her eyes flickered up to his face. "Maybe your mother would like a teacher's assistant," Angie mused with a predatory smile. "Mmm... Andrew, did your cock just flex for me?" she asked, softly biting her nail as she couldn't take her eyes off of it.

"Maybe later, you are, after all, letting us use this place. But tonight Andrew's mine," Gloria said, pulling Andrew into her.

"Tomorrow then," Angie said, running her eyes down Andrew's body one last time. "I look forward to it." Smiling at Andrew when her eyes recentered on his face. "I put fresh towels and a blow dryer in the bathroom," pointing in its direction, "if the two of you need to freshen up afterward. Do enjoy it, Andrew; it's going to be amazing, sliding into your mother's pussy for the first time," she teased as her fingertips skimmed along his jaw as she walked passed him. Holding the door steady as she turned the lock, blowing her friend a kiss, wondering if Gloria understood what she truly meant by tomorrow as the door closed behind her.

The moment it did, Gloria's lips were wrapped around her son's. "W-we really doing this?" Andrew asked, his inexperience showing. His jaw just hung open when his mother shrugged off her coat and stripped off her shirt without a second thought.

"Andrew, from this point forward, we are no longer mother and son. For outside appearances, we must appear as so, but here, within these walls and our home, I am your woman. Until I can get enough evidence on your father, we must appear to him as if nothing has changed. I will only sleep with your father one more time, just enough for him to cum in me so we can trick him into paying child support for our baby. Still, only you will have access to this," Gloria said in a husky voice as she reached forward, taking hold of her son's hand and placing it on her covered mound. "as long as you cum inside of this always. What do you say, Andrew? Will you become my man, the father of our child? Yes, Andrew, you." Seeing his startled look in his eyes.

"I know it's scary, Andrew, so was becoming a mother for me. I know how good a father you'd be, and you know how good of a wife I would be." Unbuttoning her pants as Andrew's hand began to move on its own. Wiggling her jeans down her hips, "How about something more... hotter, Andrew," Gloria said in a lustful voice, slipping his hand into her pants as she stepped up to him. Guiding his fingers down her mons Venus, allowing him to enjoy the feel of the shape of her womanly body. Leading his middle finger along her dew-laden lips. "You feel that, Andrew?" she asked with a shuddering moan. "That's your pussy, Andrew, can you be my man?"

"This really what you want, Gloria?" Andrew asked, noting the way his mother's eyes fluttered when his finger glided over her clitoris.

"Yes, Andrew, you're the only person I love in that way to have a child with..." Gloria gasped as the pads of his index and middle fingers spread and teased her vulva. "Andrew... does this mean your mine?" she gasped as Andrew inserted those two fingers into her hot, velvet tunnel while the heel of his hand rubbed her clit.

"Okay, Mom, we can try," Andrew said, watching her hand clutch onto his shirt as he sank deeper into that warm, moist heat. Feeling her folds tightening around his fingers.

"Make me cum, Andrew," Gloria purred, knowing there was no turning back now. "There, keep rubbing there," she panted as she moved her hips against the heel of his hand. She wanted him to watch the bliss he would always bring her playing on her face as she cums. "Oh, baby, oh fuck, yes, yes, oh, God," Gloria wailed as she came hard for her son. Taking hold of his hand, telling him not to move it while she rides out her aftershocks. Her nose nuzzled her son's chest, smiling when he started back when he felt how her spasms had lessened. "Yes, baby, you can play with my pussy all you want; it's yours now as this," feeling her son's cock surge as her fingers caressed her son's covered rod, "is mine to touch, to suck, to fuck as much as I want. Doesn't that feel good, baby?" Gloria asked, watching her son's reaction to her touch.

"Mmmhmm," Andrew hummed as his thighs trembled at how light her touch was.

"I want to suck on this, Andrew, go sit on the bed," Gloria said in want. Smiling as she watched how he fumbled to take off his shoes. Watching how his eyes followed after her pants after she had slipped out of her own. "Baby," her hips swayed seductively as she strode to stand in front of her lover, "you want to see my pussy, don't you?" Seeing that innocence on his face as he peered up at her.

"Yes," Andrew finally answered.

"Then take off my panties," Gloria cooed down at her son. "Look how wet you've made me for the past three days," spreading her lips so those virgin eyes could feast on what he would have wrapped around his cock, "Nah-uh, while I appreciate the willingness, but that's for round two, right now is just about you," she said, stopping her son from trying to lick her slit. "Don't worry, baby, I'm going to take real good care of you," Gloria purred as she helped her son out of his pants and underwear. "Mmm... yes, this will do, this will do nicely, indeed," she uttered before licking up the back of Andrew's cock. Listening to Andrew's 'Oh fuck' as her lips glided past his mushroom top.

"That feels so good," Andrew said in a breathless groan.

"New rule, when we're about to have sex, I insist that you call me Mom," Gloria stated as her hand stroked her son's slick pole. "It sounds so much dirtier," she said, grinning wickedly before returning his cock to her mouth.

"Fuck... Mom... so... fucking good," Andrew shuddered as he was loving his first blow job.

"Alexa, Sophia's playlist, Wolves," Gloria called out, knowing if Angie had one in every room, she would have one in there. Hearing it coming on and selecting the song. "Relax, baby, just enjoy cuckolding your father," she said reassuringly as she positioned her son's cock back to the place of his birth. Her moan rang out when the opening lyrics began to play.

"Oh shit, oh shit," Andrew groaned out as he fell backward onto the bed.

"That's it, baby, don't you love the feel of your mother's pussy wrapped around your cock?" Gloria asked as she leaned forward. He nodded. "Then you're going to love it when I do this," she whispered in a purr when she rolled her hips forcefully, squeezing her folds as she did.

"Fuck, Mom!" Andrew called out; his hands took hold of her hips, allowing his animal instincts to take over for the moment.

"Yes, pound that pussy, fuck me like you own me..." Gloria howled as her son did just that as he jackhammered into her canal. Like she expected to happen, his first time would be too much to handle at first as she felt the twitch of his cock. "Do it, baby, cum in your mother's pussy," she commanded. Smiling down at him as she felt that hot seed of his erupting onto the altar of her Venus. "How did that feel, baby?"

"Can we go again?" Andrew asked with a coy smile after his panting had lessened.

"Was hoping you were up for another," Gloria cooed before kissing him. "Let me clean up, and I'll teach you how to eat your mother's pussy," she mused as she slid off her son's slick pole and bounded off towards the restroom.

A knock came on the door two hours later. Gloria smiled at her lover, feeling her sex throb as she adjusted her coat. She had made sure she got every drop of the two other loads Andrew had unleashed in her cunt out of it. As much as that is where it always will be, she couldn't leave evidence behind, at least not until she has proof she could use in court against Maverick's company for not enforcing their morality clause. After she's learned she is carrying her son's child, only then would she unleash the Hounds of Hell upon them.

"Let's go home, baby," Gloria said in a loving tone as she held out her hand to her son.

"I was wondering if you two keeled over in there," Angie teased when the apartment door opened. "Was it as good as I told you it would be?" Smiling madly when Gloria nodded vigorously. "I'm glad you did; come on, Marcum wanted to speak with you when you were done."

"Wow, look at you," Sophia praised as she noted the glow on Gloria's face.

"Sophia, hush, don't tease her; this is their first time together," Angie said, smiling back at her friend as she led them back through the kitchen.

"I'm not; I'm kind of jealous; I need a good two-hour fucking," Sophia mused, winking at Andrew.

"Sophia, entertain Andrew for a bit while your dad has a private word with Gloria." Leading Gloria out of the room when her daughter nodded

"Want something to drink?" Sophia asked once they were alone.

"Wouldn't mind one," Andrew nodded his thanks.

"So... I heard a little tidbit about you and Celest getting into a fight out in one of the hallways. I also remember something about an older woman and her being hot," Sophia spoke from over her shoulder as she set out to make him a glass of soda.

"You know how rumors are, especially in high school; you can't put too much stock in them," Andrew said offhandedly.

"Uh-huh, sure," Sophia teased, handing Andrew his glass. "Have you ever thought about getting you some chocolate pussy?" Her eyes flared; her lips curved into a wicked smile as Andrew choked on his drink.

"What?!"

"Don't you want to see that cock just gliding through my pussy lips when you fuck me," Sophia flirted, wiggling her ass as she leaned on her elbows. "So cute," she whispered in her head at how nervous and bashful he was.

"As much as I appreciate the offer, Sophia, I'm not the kind of man who just sleeps around. I'm not going to do that to Mom," Andrew said, looking down into his glass, feeling his face heating.

"Awe, so sweet, what if it was alright with her?" Sophia asked, feeling her mound beginning to throb as she thought about it. "Would you then come over here, shove my skirt up, and fuck me?" she purred.

"Won't that like ruin your rep with the cheer squad?" Andrew inquired.

"Who gives a shit what they think," Sophia said, waving them off. "They don't have the prospect of a two-hour sexathon before them," she uttered, smiling sensuously at him.

"Hypothetically, if she was okay with it, then yeah, I wouldn't mind a chocolate shake," Andrew answered, lifting his eyebrows as he took a sip. Seeing the happy, hungry smile on Sophia's full lips spreading wider.

"That son of a bitch!" Their heads turned when Gloria's voice rang out from the other side of the house.

"You okay?" Sophia asked in a concerned tone when she saw his mood darkening.

"Nope, I mean, how can Dad do that?! To Mom no less, and she's fucking hot!" Nodding to Bret as he walked in.

"He's not wrong; your mom is hot," Bret said with a smile as he got a bottle out of the fridge. "Sorry about your dad being a dick," he spoke in a kind tone over his shoulder, lifting his drink as he walked back out the room.

"Well, some people just go their whole lives being led around by their..." Rolling her hand, "then there are people like you, who think about their partner," Sophia purred, making him watch as she displayed her body to him. "You're on the yearbook, aren't you?" she asked, looking over at her phone.

"No, I just take some of the photos they want, well, the club does anyway," Andrew said offhandedly.

"Then you wouldn't have a problem with taking the team's picture for it, would you?" Sophia asked, reaching over for her phone.

"No, why?"

"Just curious," Sophia shrugged, typing away on her phone.

Andrew turned his attention to the door as footsteps neared. "Come, let's go home, Andrew," Gloria said, keeping her anger from her voice.

"Thanks for the drink," Andrew patted the counter, seeing Sophia's nod as he did. Feeling his mother slipping her arm around his waist before heading towards Angie's front door.

"Okay, who is it?" Andrew asked as they rode back towards their house.

"Margie!" Gloria hissed, slamming her hand down onto the steering wheel.

Andrew didn't know what to say. So he opted to remain silent. Feeling her hand covering his when he placed his hand on her thigh. Trying to calm his mother down enough, so she didn't rip off his father's head the moment she walked into the house. Saying goodnight to his mother at his bedroom door. Noting how she softly waved at him from her own before shutting it.

The Next day...

"Andrew? Where's your mother?" Maverick asked, noting how his son was packing up his camera equipment.

"Went shopping with Angie," Andrew answered, not bothering to look at his father.

"But her car is still outside?" Maverick uttered in confusion.

"Angie picked her up this morning since Marcum had the day off, so Mom was letting me use her car, so I can get some photos before I miss the sun," Andrew said, slinging his camera bag over his shoulder. Seeing his father finally understanding.

"Did she tell you when she would be back?"

"Sometime this afternoon, but before dinner," Andrew answered with a shrug when his father looked at him for clarification. "I think she's still pissed about whatever happened... whatever that was," he said, playing it off like he didn't already know.

"Alright, be safe; those roads can be icy where you want to go," Maverick sighed, rubbing the back of his head, wondering how he was going to get out of this one.

"I will, Dad," Andrew said, slipping out the door.

Andrew was setting up his shot as he placed his tripod on the grass fifty feet away from the frozen fountain he had stumbled across tucked away in a hamlet in the old part of town. Focusing his lens as he shuffled through the filters to make the most of the morning sunlight.

"Can we talk?" Andrew's back stiffened as that voice set his nerves on end.

"About?" Andrew called back, not turning to look at her as he pressed down on his wireless remote shutter release.

"I'm sorry, do you hate me that much that you can't even be bothered to look at me?" Celest asked, stepping into the little fountain area.

Sighing in his mind, "No, have other things on my mind," Andrew said, turning to look at her. "So, why are you here?" He wasn't going to ask how she knew he would be there, given how he told her about it three weeks ago.

"Told you, I want to talk," Celest said, slowly sauntering over.

"What's there to talk about, Celest, you broke up with me, remember?"

"As my boyfriend, not as my friend, I miss our chats," Celest uttered in a shy tone.

"Maybe I don't want you as a friend at this moment," Andrew said dryly.

"Oh," Celest whispered low. "But... can't we build that back?"

"Is the big jock intellectually stunted?" Andrew asked with an evil grin on his lips.

"He's dumb as a bag of rocks. Is that what you want to hear?" Celest asked, arching an eyebrow. "What about this woman, whom you've supposedly hooked up with, huh?"​