Incest/Taboo Lingerie Mom

I woke the next morning in the spoon position, my back nestled to my son's chest, his arm draped over my body.

I took his hand in mine.

He said, "Good morning."

"Good morning. How long you been up?"

He lifted his head, looked at the clock beside the bed.

"About twenty minutes."

"Yesterday was the best day of my life."

"And it was only the beginning."

I rolled over to face him.

"I'm counting on it."

We kissed, we kissed again, we laughed, we giggled, we touched. I told him I loved him, how much he meant to me. He told me I was beautiful and sexy and wonderful. I checked the clock, then the check-out time. We had time.

"I need a shower. Wanna keep me company."

We washed each other's hair, soaped each other's bodies. I paid special attention to his penis, he did the same with my pubes. My pussy buzzed. When he pushed a finger inside I winced.

"What's wrong?"

"Wow, after last night, I'm sore."

"You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, just stretched out by a certain young stud I know. It'll take a day, but I'll be fine. After that I'm figuring on staying stretched out."

We got out of the shower, dried each other off, kissed, fondled, licked. His mouth went to my neck, my ear, he lowered me to the bed, pressed the flat of his tongue to the base of my breast, licked up the side, approached the areola, stopped, returned to the base, licked up the other side, stopped, gave my other breast the same treatment. He pressed my breasts together and flicked the nipples with his hyperactive tongue.

"Oh baby, feels good."

He covered my breasts with his hands, kneading the warm flesh, while his tongue explored my belly button.

It was perfect. I'd dreamed of finding a lover who'd push me to my limits, with whom I'd go places I'd only dreamed. Now I knew that the universe, far wiser than I, had sent him to me long ago. I dug my hands in his hair, pulled him towards me, kissed him, said, "Darling, I'm yours."

"Are you sure?"

"Test me."

"Well, since I got back, there is something I've had trouble taking my eyes off."

"What's that?"

"You'll find out. Now roll over, its time for your back rub."

He walked across the room, his erection waggling before him, fished a small maroon bottle from his bag, returned, drizzled oil from it onto his hands, started with my shoulders. Whatever it was, it had a subtle, but pleasant, odor.

"What is that stuff?"

"Almond oil, you like?"

"Very much."

After my neck and shoulders he worked my spine from base to top, then turned to my feet, traveled up each leg, running his fingers from my thighs to butt in long smooth strokes. His hands were strong and powerful; I was purring like a cat.

He moved up to my butt, massaging my ass cheeks, then, spreading them apart, licked up the crevice, slathered my asshole with spittle, then tickled it with his tongue. When my sphincter winked open he pushed the tip of his tongue inside. Nerve endings I didn't know I had were doing back flips.

When he pulled his tongue out I groaned in protest, said, "Oh honey that was amazing," and reached back and spread my butt cheeks. Brian curled his tongue, tapped my asshole with it, and pushed it inside, its supple wet warmth igniting a cascade of heavenly feelings.

When, tongue exhausted, he sat back up I patted my backside and said, "So, is this the something you've been staring at?"

"Yeah, interested?"

Derrick, my husband, and several boyfriends had wanted in the back door, but I'd told them no. I was glad I'd waited; now I'd give it to Brian.

"Yes, but baby, I'm a virgin back there, so be careful."

"I will. If you want me to stop, say so."

He returned to his bag, swapping the almond oil for a white tube, squirted a sizable dollop of cream onto his index finger, and rubbed it on my anus. It was heavier, thicker than the massage oil. He applied more to his finger, spread it along the length of my crevice, then placed the tip of his finger on my rectum. I nodded and he slid it inside, up to the knuckle. I flexed my sphincter on it, felt a jolt in my cunt. He wiggled the finger, another jolt.

"Oooooohhhh baby, that feels good."

He wiggled it again.

"Uuuunnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Ready for more?"

"Yeahhh, go ahead."

He lubed his middle finger, pushed it inside me, wiggled both fingers and, when I groaned in satisfaction, sank them all the way inside me.

"Uuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Snaking my hand under my body I slipped two fingers inside my sex and, through the thin wall separating the channels, felt Brian crook his fingers and draw them, nice and slow, out of my ass. I said, "Honey, use your tongue again," and Brian spread my butt cheeks, stuffed his tongue inside, squiggled it around. I pressed my rump to his faced. He pulled his tongue out, smeared more lubricant on my asshole and slid his cock within the crevice, coating it with the thick cream.

I was about to be deflowered, I should be more involved. I held up my hand, said, "Let me help," and Brian squeezed lubricant on my fingers. Taking a firm grip of his shaft, I worked the slippery liquid into his skin. He was throbbing, hard as steel, and I knew I was ready. I spread my legs and said, "Fuck me."

Holding himself up on one hand, he leaned over my body, pressed the tip of his dick to my sphincter, and said, "Any rules?"

I said, "We'll make them up as we go along," and pushed into him, letting out a long sigh as the cock-head spread open my channel. I'd expected a sharp pain, but the sensation was more akin to being uncomfortably full, as if I needed to dash to the bathroom. Taking a second to banish that thought, I clenched my ass cheeks, elicited a happy moan, and said, "Go ahead." Brian pushed forward, nice and slow, until half his dick was inside me and the walls of my rectum, which had initially retreated before his unnatural assault, began to mold themselves to him.

It was intense, unreal, part pain, part pleasure. I felt it in my ass, I felt it in my cunt. I'd never felt so stuffed. I looked back. My son's eyes were closed, his face shining with delight.

"Deeper baby, go deeper."

His hands on my hips, he drove another inch into me and, with a guttural strain to his voice, said, "My god you're tight, unbelievably fucking tight."

We still had several inches to go.

"You like Mama's asshole?"

"Oh yeah."

"Mama loves your dick. I want more."

He pushed a little deeper, flexed his dick inside me.

"Uuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

I said, "Brian, fill me up."

Taking his time, gauging my reaction, he sank his full length inside me. Jaw locked, I groaned in animal delight, "Nnnnnnnnngggggggggghhhhhhhhhh."

I'd denied it to my husband; I'd denied it to Derrick. Now I'd given it to Brian.

I flexed the muscles of my ass several times to Brian's happy moans, then he started to pull back. I concentrated, noting where my dark tunnel sparkled most intensely, decided it was the first few inches, looked forward to him filling me again, and then, without warning, his dick slid from my asshole, the head making a low pop as it forced its way past my sphincter.

"Why'd you do that baby, we were fine."

Reaching for the lubricant he said, "Just making sure, I figured a little more can't hurt."

I thought about my pussy, still sore from last night. He was probably right. While he worked the cream into his cock I looked in the mirror, at the naked woman with the dilated asshole and stud half her age.

"You like to watch, don't you?"

Although, in retrospect, I might have been getting a bit ahead of myself, I said, "Yes. Can we get a mirror for our bedroom at home?"

Brian screwed his face up in concentration, as if giving my suggestion the most profound consideration, and said, "Great idea, but for now...," while dragging a waist high bureau in front of a mirror and covering it with pillows.

I stood, kissed him, slid my thumb across his slippery cock-head, and lay on the bureau, my feet on the floor, ass in the air. I lifted my hips and he slipped a pillow under me, then another, raising my ass. He knelt and licked the length of my sex, bottom to top.

"Aaaaanhhhhhhhhh."

He did it again.

"Aaaaaaaaannhhhhhhhhh."

He lapped the outer rim of my vagina, twirled his tongue inside.

"Oh fuck son, so good."

He stood, slid a finger up my crevice, rubbed the opening to my asshole, slipped it inside me.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaannnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

He pulled the finger out, squeezed a gob of lubricant on it, smeared it on my anus, pushed some inside.

"You ready."

I growled more than said, "Yes."

Placing the head of his dick on my asshole, he pressed forward. After a second's resistance my sphincter gave way, his cock-head popped inside, my asshole clamped down. The urge to poop was reborn but I ignored it, grabbed the edge of the bureau, said, "Fuck me, fuck me."

Taking his time, giving my rectum the opportunity to adjust, he filled my asshole with the full length of his dick. Intense forbidden sensations that had started in my backside flashed through my sex and tumbled into my body. There was pain, but in its own perverse way it intensified and focused the pleasure.

My mind, buffeted by the array of previously unknown sensations born by our unholy joining, focused on my asshole. I'd never felt so full, so stuffed. I placed by hands on the wall in front of me and pushed back, driving him a few millimeters deeper inside.

"Oh Brain, go ahead, please fuck me."

Starting slow, he did. I kept my hands on the wall, bracing myself, letting him do the work, surrendering control.

"Oh god honey, I love it, fuck my asshole."

He pulled me into him, tried different angles and speeds. The room was soon filled with the short hard moans of animals in heat. A fire, pleasurable and growing stronger, unlike anything I'd ever known, burned inside me.

Brian said, "Fuck Mom, so tight, so good," but there was an intense strain to his voice. He was fighting off his own climax, waiting for me. Thinking every woman should have such a considerate lover, I forced my hand under my body, found my clit. My orgasm was fierce but short and as it passed I pushed two fingers into my sex and pressed them to Brian's cock through the thin wall separating my pussy and anus. Brian, groaning, picked up the pace.

Then I felt it. It started in my asshole, radiated into my cunt, ignited my g-spot, detonated. My body shook and shaked; shock waves of obscene joy ricocheted through me; girl juice gushed from my sex. The stab of pleasure each time he entered me became an amorphous cloud that overpowered my ability to process it and words, born not in my brain, but in the depths of my depravity, spilled from my mouth, "Fill me up, give me your cream, I'm a strumpet-slut-harlot-cunt-bitch. I need to be fucked, need sex, need sex, fuck me, need to be fucked, fuck me."

Brian pumped his cock into me, his grunts growing shorter, louder, more fervent. A hand tripped up my back, took hold of my hair, raised my head. I squeezed my asshole hard, one final time, and Brian screamed my name, let go of my hair, and filled me with man-cum. Spurt after spurt lubricated my rectum and I babbled, "Oh fuck, yes, yyeeeaaaahhhhhh, oh fuckingggg yeeessssss, that, that, that, that, uuuuuunnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhh," and came again, plunging down the rabbit hole, the receding circle of light above growing ever smaller. My conscious mind shut down and Brian slid his hands under my shoulders and lifted me so I was standing, my back to him, his dick in my ass, his arms around my waist. I dropped my head to his shoulder, my hair draped behind me, and kissed him. His deflated cock slid from my butt, cum dripped down the crevice. We looked in the mirror. There were bright pink splotches on my torso. In a state of perfect contentment we watched them fade away.

"Omigod, are you and I going to have fun."

"You sure you're ready?"

I turned my head, kissed his mouth. "I am so ready."
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* * * *​

Brian was downstairs, trying to talk the attractive red-head behind the desk into not charging us for running past the 11:00 A.M. check out time. I'd just taken a shower, carefully cleaned my vagina and anus, and was wrapping my hair in a towel when my phone pinged. Picking it off the bureau on which Brian had taken my asshole (I'd never look at hotel furniture quite the same way) I saw it was a text from Maja thanking me and expressing her hope I'd enjoyed the opera and my purchase.

I looked at the basque, lying on the bed. I had enjoyed it, although I couldn't say the same for it. Stained with sweat, cum, and girl juice, it was torn in several places.

I texted back: "We had a wonderful time and..."

What to say?

"... the basque inspired a perfect end to the evening."

I opened my suitcase, selected a light blue lacy thong and matching bra. My phone pinged.

"From the way your young man was looking at you, I don't think he needed much inspiration."

Laughing, I put on a tee-shirt and black leggings and was pulling on my boots when my son came through the door.

"We got the extra-time. The lady behind the desk said she'd been expecting me. It appears when the couple next door to us checked out she asked if they'd enjoyed their visit. They said yes, but not as much as their neighbors."

A little bit thrilled, a little bit embarrassed, and thinking maybe I'd sneak anonymously out the back door, I said, "Next time we'll need to be quieter or get our own floor," and changed the topic, "I got a text from Maja, that lady from Agent Provocateur. She asked about our evening and the basque."

"So did I."

"What did you tell her?"

"I told her it was a magical evening, but the basque, unfortunately, was a casualty."

"Omigod, you didn't say that."

He wrapped an arm around my waist, kissed me, and said, "I thought you wanted to be a wild woman, try everything. What better place to start than here, in the big city, where no one knows us?"

He had a point. I kissed him, said, "Be careful what you wish for, you might get it," and kissed him again. I pressed my body to his. Could we rent the room the rest of the day?

Both our phones pinged. "We have a ninety day return/replacement policy. No questions asked."

I looked to Brian. He was smiling. I said, "We can't, can we? How would we explain it? It's not like it was defective."

"For the chance of seeing you in it again, darn right we can. Plus, what do you think the cost of manufacturing one is? It's not like they're making a sacrifice."

He picked up his phone, typed, "That's very generous. Should we meet you at the shop?" read it out loud, and looked at me, seeking permission to send. I wasn't sure. I did love the basque. It was his gift to me, a gift he could barely afford. I wanted to wear it a thousand more times and, after all, she had offered. I shook my head yes and he sent the message. Her reply was immediate: "The shop is closed this morning. My roommate is down there right now taking inventory. She should be home in an hour. I'll have her bring one. We could meet for lunch, pick it up afterwards."

He typed, "Where and when?"

"There's a bistro near my apartment, about a mile from the hotel. I'll send the address. Can we meet in forty-five minutes?"

We were all but packed. I nodded my head yes. On the way there I realized I was famished. We'd burned a lot of calories since dinner last night.
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* * * *​

As we got out of the car Maja, who'd sat facing the street, stood and waved.

She was, as I remembered, stunning and although dressed casually - she wore a black and white textured shirt with a light jacket, red floral shorts, simple flat sandals, and a gold chain around her neck - her loose fitting clothes couldn't hide that body: five feet nine, maybe ten inches tall, I guessed (it turned out correctly) 32-25-35, and perfect round breasts, a bit bigger than my "B's." When I realized I was staring at her body, I quickly looked to her face: oval with a high forehead, hypnotic green eyes beneath pronounced eyebrows, a long straight slightly flared nose, lips to die for, and a subtle smile that featured a slight gap between her front teeth. Her light brown hair, combed straight, extended to her shoulder blades.

She offered her cheek to Brian, who kissed it, and hugged me. Her body was firm; she was no stranger to the gym. Brian pulled a chair out for me and the three of us sat.

When the waiter came over Maja nodded towards her glass. "It's the house wine, quite good."

I ordered the wine, Brian a Sam Adam's, and the waiter, leaving menus, went for our drinks. Maja and I selected the cod, Brian the chowder.

As we chatted Brian reached for my hand, held it, leaned towards me. I put my hand on his back, ran it up his spine, played with his hair. He placed his hand on my thigh, left it there. Although unimaginable twenty-four hours before, we were in public, acting as a couple. It was perfectly natural, we were just two affectionate lovers; it was also wicked, we were mother and son advertising our incest, our disregard for convention. My cunt throbbed.
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* * * *​

Maja, from Denmark, was spending a year in the United States improving her English, which sounded nothing short of perfect to me, before entering Harvard Medical School. She had worked at the Agent Provocateur in Copenhagen and, based on her manager's recommendation, had been welcomed to the Boston store. She said she loved her job, loved beautiful sexy clothes, and had considered design school before settling on medicine.

Her job led to her apartment. Alexis, who worked at Agent Provocateur, had just lost her roommate so there was a place ready for Maja when she landed at Logan Airport. The two women became immediate friends.

Maja's phone pinged. She checked the message and said, "That's Alexis, she's on a break, heading home. She'll leave the basque and accessories there. We can pick them up after lunch."

The conversation turned to Brian and I and, relishing the opportunity to invent a little history, Brian said we worked-out at the same gym, sometimes helped each other with the weights. He said he'd developed a "big ol'" crush on me, but I ignored his flirting and he figured I wasn't interested in a younger guy. Then one of our work-out pals threw a party, we both had too much to drink, and I ended up at his place. We moved in together, my place, a few weeks later.

Maja teased me, asking how I could have ignored such a good looking, clearly be smitten, young man. I said he wasn't a particularly good flirter.

We finished our meals and declined dessert. Maja insisted on paying.

"If you knew my commission on your purchase, you would not fret. Do you have the old one with you?"

We did. Torn, smelling of sex, and stained with a variety of bodily fluids, it was in a plastic bag in the car. I couldn't imagine leaving it in the hotel's trash can and didn't want to mix it with my other clothes.

"Yes."

"Would you mind returning it? The company would like to inspect the problem."

Before I could think of a basis to decline Brian stood, kissed the top of my head, said, "I'll get it," and trotted off.
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* * * *​

We were approaching Maja's apartment building when the blonde I'd seen at Agent Provocateur yesterday dashed out the front door. Maja raised an arm to signal her, but she jumped into a waiting Uber and took off.

Maja checked her watch. "That was Alexis, my roommate. It looks like she's running late."

The building's lobby was impressive: high ceilings, detailed scroll work, exposed beams. Maja noted me admiring it.

"It's a late eighteenth century warehouse. I'm told it was renovated about fifteen years ago, turned into apartments. In my country it would be considered new, here it is thought to be old."

"Well, new or old, it's lovely."

"Thank you, I like it very much."

We rode the elevator to the fifth floor. Once inside her apartment Maja gestured to the hallway and said, "If you don't mind waiting in the living room, I need to visit the ladies room."

Thinking this was my opportunity to tell Brian I did not want him to give Maja the basque, I took his hand in mine and we headed down the hall.

Ohmigod.

The living room was large, bathed in light, and featured sleek modern furniture with a long comfortable couch and a low coffee table on which sat a dildo and a vibrator. Both glistened with moisture.

I heard Brian, under his breath, say, "Wow," and followed his gaze to a flat screen television. Maja and Alexis, wearing matching red teddies, were taking turns flicking their tongues on a circumcised purple cock-head, a large purple cock-head.

A flame flickered to life between my legs, then started to burn. The women had started kissing the crown when I heard Maja, her voice preternaturally calm, say, "I just got a text from Alexis. She said she was aroused when she got home and put on this video we made with her boyfriend Otto, masturbated with the toys on the table, then fell asleep. When she woke she realized she was running late. She texted me, told me she left the basque in the kitchen, that I should take you straight there."

I listened, but didn't look her way, mesmerized by what was on the screen.

"But it appears, what is the expression, that cat is out of the bag."

Then Maja, in a sharp happy tone, said, "Oh my, it does make a girl glad to see something she sold put to such enthusiastic use." Realizing she was talking about the basque, I turned. Putting it back in the bag, she winked at me and with a sweet seductive smile laid the bag on the table and said, "Perhaps you should save it as a souvenir."

Then her eyes swivelled to the television and she said, "I love this part."

I turned and watched Otto's cock explode, splattering cum on Alexis' face.

It was so frickin hot.

The scene on the television shifted. The three of them were in a bedroom, Maja and Otto were tying Alexis, gorgeous, naked, her brown eyes alight with desire, to a bed.

Maja was standing next to me. She put her hand on my back and said, "Do you like?"

Mouth open, breathing slowly, I didn't respond.

Brian kissed the side of my head and said, "I think that's a yes."

"Have you two filmed yourselves? I recommend it, it is so much fun."

My son's hand went to my ass. I knew I should say something, Maja was standing right there, but it felt so nice and my sex was aflame. When I let out a soft moan Brian knew he could push the edge of the envelope. He moved behind me and ran his hands over my butt, pressed his body to mine. His rock hard erection was on my back.

On screen Maja and Otto were dragging their tongues up Alexis flanks. She was squirming in anticipation and delight.

Maja said, "So Kate, what do you think?"

"I've never seen... This is amazing."

Maja took my hand in hers, squeezed it. "You can say no, no feelings will be hurt, but I have the afternoon free. Would you two care to join me for some fun? I've been thinking about it since we met."

On screen Maja and her roommate's lips met in a long lesbian kiss. Then she turned to Otto, kissed him.

My son ran his hands down the front of my body, slipped them inside my leggings, kneaded the top of my thighs. "What do you say darling? Where would we find a partner as sweet as Maja?"

On screen Maja and Otto worked Alexis' breasts, licked them, nibbled on them, made sure the camera caught it all.

Did I dare?

Brian licked my ear with the flat of his tongue and asked Maja, "Where did you make this?"

Placing two fingers on my shoulder and dragging them down my flank she said, "Right here, in Alexis' bedroom, would you like to see?"

I turned, looked at Brian, nodded yes. Maja started in that direction, but my feet wouldn't move. Maja and Otto were placing nipple clamps on Alexis.

Maja turned back to me and said, "Don't worry Kate, I can play it in the bedroom."

I slipped my hand in Brian's and we headed down the hall. I barely felt my feet on the floor.

The bedroom, neat and feminine, was white with a green accent. The large bed was covered by a fluffy comforter. On a table beside the bed was a sculpture of an entwined man and woman. Maja picked up a remote and the television flickered to life; she and Otto were working Alexis' sex with a dildo and vibrator. Alexis was rolling her body on the bed.

I looked around. This was the room.

On screen Alexis moaned, but there was no sound. When Brian and I made one of these there would be sound.

Maja, pushing my hair away from my ear, whispered, "If you could be anyone of those three, who would it be?"

Brian was here, it was safe, I could tell the truth. "Alexis."

"Have you ever been tied up? Would you let me do it? Please say yes, I so do want to."

With a catch to my voice I said, "I'd like that."

Maja and Brian knelt, starting working my boots off my feet. I placed a hand on Maja's shoulder to steady myself and looked back to the television. Alexis was twisting and turning on the bed, yanking on the ropes, ready to come, she was oh so ready, and then, issuing a silent scream, did; her skin turned pink, beads of sweat covered her body; joy was etched on her pretty face.

Someone was peeling my leggings down my body, but I couldn't tear my eyes from the screen to see who. It must have been Maja, for my son was now standing behind me, his hands on the hem of my tee-shirt. I raised my arms and he pulled it off.

After Maja removed my leggings she ran her fingers on my panties, said, "I love them, very sexy," pulled them to the side, and licked my wet cunt, long and hard, bottom to top, with the flat of her tongue.

"Uuuunnnnnggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Now wearing only bra and panties, my two companions fully clothed, I re-focused on the televison. Otto was sitting astride Alexis' chest, holding her head up by her dark blonde hair, sawing his considerable erection in and out of her mouth. Somewhere in the distance I heard Maja say, "I'll be right back," but I didn't wonder what she meant, my mind fixed on watching her rock a dildo in and out of Alexis' sex.

Then Maja, the real thing, was standing in front of me, blocking my view. She was holding the ropes that had bound Alexis. She said in a tone that brooked no dissent, "On your knees doll."

I dropped to the floor's soft rug.

"Hands behind your back."

I obeyed.

Brian, behind me, dabbed perfume on my neck, it was Maja's scent, said, "That's a good girl," and then rubbed oil into my shoulders, moved down my arms to my wrists and fingers, and said, "We don't want the rope to damage your lovely skin."

Was I really ready for what promised to be the freakiest event of my life, to surrender myself to my son-lover and a woman I'd met only yesterday? I wasn't sure, but my mind was addled by lust and I'd told Brian I'd try anything. I didn't want to disappoint.

Maja yanked on the rope, demonstrating its strength, then moved behind me and said, "Ready?"

In a tone low and submissive I said, "Yes."

Maja wound the rope around my wrists, once, twice, three times.

There were beads on sweat on my forehead. My nipples were hard and stiff.

Maja secured the knot, leaned forward, licked my ear, said, "You're mine. Say it."

Pussy pulsating, I said, "I'm yours."

She tapped my ankles and I shuffled them closer together. Methodically, taking her time, she coiled the rope around them. I pulled on the rope securing my wrists; it did not budge. She knew how to tie a knot. I was at her mercy.

"Trying to escape slut?"

"No."

"Good, because you can't."

My sex was a swamp of juice and lust and need. My panties were damp, the heavy smell filled the room.

Maja secured my ankles.

My pussy felt like it was melting.

Maja stood. I tried moving my wrists and ankles. I was helpless. What would they do to me? Maja, after all, was a total stranger and while I trusted Brian, Maja was so beautiful. What could she talk my son into?

Maja moved behind Brian, said, "Ready slut?" and pulled Brian's shirt over his head.

I said, "Yes." My breathing deepened.

Brian bent at the waist, pushed his tongue past my lips, plundered my mouth, stood. Maja worked his shorts and boxers over his hips; I watched them fall to the floor. His dick, rigid and leaking pre-cum, bobbed before my eyes. I opened my mouth and Brian shoved it inside, but when it banged against the back of my mouth I gagged and Brian pulled it out. Maja took hold of the shaft and rubbed it on my face, leaving a trail of saliva and pre-cum behind. When she was done I took it back into my mouth, sucked and rolled my tongue on the head while Brian, jerking his hips in a short hard motion, fucked my face.

My knees drifted apart and, unconsciously, I found myself humping the air.

When Brian pulled his dick from my mouth I lunged forward, trying to recapture it, but started to tumble towards the floor. Maja, with surprising speed, dropped to her knees, caught me, kissed me hard, moved me back to the kneeling position. She'd removed her shirt and bra, her beautiful round breasts, flat brown areolas the size of silver dollars, hung in the air before me. She saw me staring and said, "You like them, don't you?

"Oh god yes, they're perfect."

I took one in my mouth. Her hand went to the back of my head, held me tightly in place, my mouth and nose pressed into her flesh. I couldn't breath but I didn't care. What I cared about were her wonderful breasts.

Then, to my unhappy moan, she backed away, her firm flesh slid from my mouth, and stood. My son motioned me to join them. With my ankles bound it was a struggle and Maja and Brian reached out to help me. When I achieved vertical Brian placed three fingers on my breast, slid them down my body, moved them inside me. And, although I'd craved their entrance, I shuddered; my pussy was sore.

Maja noticed and said to Brian, "You two must have gone at it last night."

"And this morning," he added.

"She's a hot little number."

Brian said, "That she is," and wiped his fingers on my nipple. Maja took my breast in her mouth, lapped up my pussy juice, sucked on my nipple, flicked it with her tongue, nipped it with her teeth.

I leaned against my son.

Maja continued sucking my breast and Brian, slowly and carefully, slipped a single finger inside me, coated it with pussy juice, smeared it on my other nipple. Maja took it in her mouth, worked it with his cheeks and lips, filled my vacant cunt with her finger. The dull ache in my sex was receding, unable to compete with the fire burning inside.

Maja let my breast slip from her mouth, said, "You turn me on," pulled her finger from my pussy, pressed it to my lips. I sucked on it, tasting my own arousal on her soft perfect skin, and Maja said in a soft seductive tone, "You're such a horny slut. I could tell the moment you walked in the shop."

Two fingers went back inside me, moved deeper, found my g-spot. She pulled them out, held them before me. When I opened my mouth she laughed and pulled them away.

"What do we say slut?"

"Please."

She said, "Good girl," brought them back to my mouth. After I'd cleaned off all the juice she touched them to the tip of my nose and, sucking in her belly, put her hand inside her shorts.

"Kate, we know you love the taste of your cunt, but tell me, have you ever tried another."

"No." My voice trembled.

She drew her hand from her shorts, her fingers were shiny with cream.

"What do we say sweet-cakes?"

"Please."

"Good girl."

Holding her fingers before my face she licked up one side and I the other. She was delicious, her taste lighter and sweeter than mine.

"Kate, you love pussy, but sluts like you always love pussy. Yesterday, at the shop, I felt your eyes on me, on the other girls. It made you hot, didn't it, all that sweet young stuff?"

I was not going to disagree. For the first time in my life I'd tasted another woman's sex. It was an aphrodisiac, inflaming my libido, increasing the temperature of my already over-heated body. I imagined myself, bound, kneeling before those girls, all dressed in elegant lingerie, licking pussy juice from their fingers.

Maja pushed her fingers back inside her sex, brought them to my mouth. I sucked greedily on them.

When she withdrew the fingers from my mouth she said, "So tell me Kate, what do you think of pussy?"

"I never imagined, I love it."

Satisfied, she knelt, dragged my panties to my knees, butterfly kissed my sex. I looked up. On screen was the grand finale. Otto was power-fucking Alexis while Maja ground her sex on Alexis' face. Alexis, an inspired sexual athlete, wiggled her body on Otto's dick and lapped away at Maja's sex.

Sore pussy or not, I'd show I was her equal.

"Brian, fuck me."

"You sure M...," he paused, "babe?"

He'd almost called me Mom.

I dropped to the thick rug, got on all fours, said, "Yes," and, as best I could, raised my hips, offering him the soaking wet lips of my pussy. When I imagined his thick cock plunging inside me I felt a moment's apprehension. With my ankles bound my fuck tunnel, already sore, would be incredibly tight. It would feel like Brian was tearing me in two.

"Fuck me."

Brian nested the crown of his penis on my pussy lips, stopped, allowing me the opportunity to opt out of this game.

I said, "Fuck me please," and rocked backwards, contorting my body so my cunt enveloped his cock-head, then moved further back, swallowing about half of him. The walls of my pussy, still suffering from yesterday's marathon fuck, burned. Brian held my hips, let me adjust, then pulled back, an inch or so, before slowly, incrementally, filling me with his manhood.

Brian started slow, but my tight pussy, Maja's fervid words of encouragement, and my lustful moans were too much to resist. Soon he was thrusting into me hard and fast. I struggled against my bindings, savored my helplessness. Brian took hold of the rope on my wrists and tilted me forward so the crown of his cock slid over my g-spot with the regularity and unremitting power of an artillery barrage.

"Oh my god, fuck me baby. I love being fucked."

I was sucking in air, teetering on the edge of orgasm, when the flat of Brian's hand struck my ass. He didn't hit me hard, there was no pain, but the sound, loud and clear, and unexpected impact crystalized the feelings burning inside me. My orgasm was a tidal wave carrying all before it. My voice, reaching ever higher pitches, screamed, jabbered, cursed, wailed, hollered, cried. Fluid streamed down my legs, soaking Brian's balls and the rug beneath us.

Through the haze in my head I heard Maja excitedly spitting out her words, "I need a piece of this. Brian, untie her ankles, put her on the bed."

Brian pulled out of me. I jerked back, wanting him inside, but with my arms and legs bound teetered to the side. Brian caught me, ran his hands over my body, his touch was gentle and knowing, untied my ankles, helped me up, lay me on the bed.

"Fuck me."

He said, "Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet," got on the bed, placed my ankles on his shoulders, entered me, and, sweat dripping down his chest, fucked me. I squirmed on his cock, the discomfort of my sore pussy and bound hands only making me hotter. Any girl could give her pussy to a man, few could do it like this.

I heard Maja groan. She was behind me, on her knees. She'd taken off her shorts and was furiously rubbing her clit. She was so beautiful and I was turning her on. Elated, I lifted my hips, further opening myself to my son.

Brian's moans intensified, became deeper, more primal. Maja walked towards me on her knees, straddled my head. Drops of juice splattered my face. Her pussy was beautiful, hair neatly trimmed, pink inner lips swollen and on full display. I lifted my head, tried to lick her, but couldn't reach, and then she shrieked. Her vagina spasmed and she came, squirting girl-juice on my face, tits, and torso. I swung my tongue wildly about, lapping up what I could.

Brian pulled out of me, ran his cock-head down my slit, nudged my clit, backed off.

He didn't understand. I needed his dick in me. I struggled to free my hands and touch myself, but was too tightly bound.

"Help me."

Maja said, "Don't worry baby," and covered my clit with two fingers, ground it into my body. She held my breast with her other hand, thumbing my nipple.

My son, jerking on his cock, rose on his knees, grunted. A stream of cum arched through the air, landing on my tits, mixing with Maja's girl-juice.

Brian said, "Oh fuck," and a second load of cum drizzled onto my stomach.

Maja jammed a finger into my cunt, found my g-spot.

A cascade of explosions rumbled through my core, each setting off another until they merged into a singularity that sent shockwaves through my body headed in every direction at once, bouncing into and off each other. My nipples felt like they'd pop; my stomach twisted, trembled, and shivered; colored lights flashed through my mind; and then all the tension and pressure were gone. I was at peace, weightless, floating in space.

In post-orgasmic bliss I watched Maja run a finger along my stomach, bring it to her mouth. When I licked my lips she smiled, dipped the finger in my belly-button, slid in inside my mouth. I sucked on it while Maja dragged her tongue over my breasts, pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues danced and played, we kissed like frisky teen-agers. When the kiss ended Brian rolled me onto my side and untied my wrists. Nestled between my two lovers, I stretched my arms and shoulders.
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While Maja told us that Otto and Alexis were available that evening, we took a rain check. I was beyond sore and we had to get home. As we pulled off the interstate I took Brian in my mouth and he cruised through town, waving to friends and neighbors, all unaware I was sprawled across the front seat sucking on my son's dick. When the garage door closed behind us he deposited what cum was left in his balls in my mouth.

I dropped the seat. Brian ate me to several divine orgasms.

We showered, I put on a teddy, and we watched the video Maja had made of us that afternoon.

When we crawled into bed that night Brian said, "Quite a weekend. I love you."

"I love you too, in all the old ways and this new way. You and I are going to have us some fun together."​