Incest/Taboo MILF #3: Triple Date with Son

"Morning, Darling," I say to my son, Daniel, as I walk into the kitchen.

Today is Thursday. I feel fantastic - sore, but fantastic. Daniel and I have not spoken since he came in my mouth the previous evening. Since he pumped his seed down my throat.

"Hi, Mom. How's it going?" He doesn't look at me; something is always far more interesting on his iphone.

I'd been outside talking to a contractor about removing the old suite in the family bathroom and the subsequent redesign.

"Amazing, darling. Amazing. Don is all up to speed; he will start work next week."

"Don the builder?"

"Yes, Darling. So that means fewer lie-ins for you." I say playfully pinching his arm. It's midday, and Daniel is only just eating breakfast.

"No worries. I'll cope."

"On that. Could you maybe do me a favor, or rather a friend of mine, a favor? It will take some of your time, but you don't seem to have too much on."

"Apart from Lisa." He says, not looking at me.

"Yes, apart from Lisa. Actually, let's talk about Lisa first, then I ask you that favor."

He grunts approval, acknowledgement, something anyway.

"About her and her friends. Why are we going on a triple date? Why on a Friday night when your father will be home?"

Okay, if you are joining my story here, then a little background to get you up to speed.

I am Margaret; I am forty-three years old. Mags to my husband Phil, Maggie to the twenty-two-year-old Amazon driver, Nathan, who I am fucking, and Mom to Daniel, my son, another twenty-two-year-old, who is fucking me, and currently sitting in the kitchen in front of me.

Lisa is best friends with Nathan; Lisa is incidentally gorgeous; Nathan is incidentally an Adonis; my Daniel is hunky too.

He has been on a date with Lisa and I am curious to know how far that went. In my mind, him hooking up with her is not a coincidence to me fucking Nathan. However, if it is a coincidence, Daniel is definitely making the most of it by arranging a triple date for tomorrow evening. Lisa and him, Nathan and me, and two friends of theirs, Jack and Rosie. Who I met once, when, let's be honest, I was perving at Nathan in a bathing suit. Yeah, I'm terrible.

All this male attention - oh, and female attention - I'll come to that in a moment, is very new to me. A little more background; I was a hardworking Interior Designer in the city, living a good life, an everyday existence with my lovely husband, Phil, and son.

Phil and I were successful, had nice friends and a pleasant social life, but we were constantly stressed, working too hard and not having time to enjoy the money we were making. As Daniel approached college age, we decided to do something about it. We decided a life out of the city was called for, and we eventually made that dream a reality five weeks ago. We moved to Heatherfield. Well, let's say I realized the dream; at the moment, Phil still works in the city. He relaxes more on the weekend than we used to, but we haven't reached our nirvana yet. We have a five-year plan.

Since moving here, I have discovered that, apparently, I am a MILF; I have great legs, a peach of an ass, I look spectacular in any sexy lingerie, and I can be fucked by huge cocks. Who knew!

"It's actually your delivery driver's fault that the date has to be on a Friday," Daniel responds.

"How so?"

"Apparently, he is on some swimming program, and he only gets Friday and Saturday nights off, or something."

"He's on a swimming scholarship, actually; he hopes to make the Olympic team."

"Yeah, whatever, anyway, so it's his fault."

"And why, may I ask, are we going on this date?"

Daniel knows I am fucking Nathan; he has watched. He has jerked off to us. He has threatened me over it. But there's no upside to him telling Phil. So why take the risk of the date on a night when his father will be here?

"It was Lisa's idea if you want to know. But I kinda like it too." The smirk is back on his face and for the first time he looks at me. "Seeing how you handle it will be fun." His gaze quickly returns to his phone.

"Right, okay. So there's no chance of canceling or rescheduling?"

"Tick, tock, tick, tock. Summer will be over before you know it, Mom. And all the cock will go with it, back to college."

"Thank you for those pearls of wisdom, Daniel. I'll try and think of something to tell your father, but no promises; if he's against it, there's not much I can do."

"You'll make it happen."

"Talking of making it happen." I change the subject. "I have a favor, actually more of a proposal for you. At school, have you done e-commerce?"

"Some."

"Well, I have a friend who runs a store, but her website is terrible. It might as well not exist. You can't see what they have in the store, and you absolutely can't buy online. It's basic, you know."

"Right?" He finally puts his phone down and pays me some attention.

"So how would you go about creating a better, is it called 'online presence'?"

"What kind of stuff does she sell?"

"Not important. Theoretically, how would she do it?"

"Socials is key, what's her social media strategy, what's she on? You can sell through Facebook now; it doesn't have to be complex."

"Doubt she is on any 'socials,' and I'd say Facebook will not be suitable."

I don't actually know this is true, but I doubt Facebook has stores for butt plugs, BDSM, and porn movies.

My friend is called Maria. She's not yet a friend, but I intend to make her a friend. We made each other cum in one of the changing rooms of her adult store. Which, even if she were my friend, sounds kind of dirty, but the experience was more magical than it sounds. It was my first time in an adult store and my first time with a woman. Since it happened, I've been thinking about how I can help Maria and her business. My interior decorating mind has been full of ideas of how we improve the look of the store, but from a business point of view, she needs guidance, or the place just won't survive. And selfishly, I need it to survive. So I thought of Daniel; he is at business school after all, and us paying these tuition fees has got to have some payback, surely.

"Okay, so you won't tell me what your friend sells, but it wouldn't be accepted on Facebook. You've definitely got me interested, but you're not giving me much to go on. I can't help much."

"Okay, okay. I'll make a coffee and come clean." I'm going to have to tell him more. Not everything, but more.

Over a coffee, I tell him about my shopping experience, the shopping part anyway, and how friendly Maria was. Daniel is twenty-two years old, guess what? He loves the idea of getting involved with an adult store; of course he does. We agree on an approach and a plan. He's excited to help and thinks he can get something generic set up pretty quickly, which we can tweak afterward. I spend the afternoon doing some drawings and mood boards for the store. It's exciting for me too, and as an additional bonus, the research has turned me on. I just hope Phil doesn't check my browser search history.

Daniel tells me over dinner that he has a site built to show me later, it includes some fictitious products.

"Really, that quick?"

"It's all SaaS these days, Mom. Templates and services."

"Sass?"

"Software as a Service. S.A.A.S. Don't worry. All you have to know is that there is a monthly standard fee, and then variable fees depending on how many transactions. I've built a model so Maria can estimate charges and see her break-even point. We can redirect her current domain via forwarding. I'll also need to discuss social media with her."

I'm switching off at this point. "All sounds wonderful, darling. Looking forward to the demo after dinner."
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It's Friday. It's Friday! Date night! Instantly, as soon as my eyes open, my mind starts racing. It's a busy day for me. It's a scary day. It's an exhilarating day, but scary. A strange mix of nerves and anticipation, of wanting the evening to be here as quickly as possible, but also wanting more time to be ready for it, making it just right. I'm excited, yes, but I can't shake that feeling of uncertainty. What will it be like? What will Nathan be like? And, before we even get to that, I have things to accomplish today that could go either way, too.

It starts with some pampering. If I am going out with some twenty-somethings, I have to feel my best. If Nathan is going to see me, I especially want to look my best.

Since the treatment I've been getting from the boys, a shower followed by a bath is my new routine. My body is not as sore this morning as it was two days before, but I'm not getting any younger, and my body needs to unwind and relax. I shave my legs and armpits, and I delicately shave my pussy. A little less pubic hair today, a little tighter than usual; the thong I have in mind for tonight is tiny.

I keep the shower flowing hot as I move over to the bath; I feel like I'm in a steam room, cleansing the days away. I bathe my newly smooth legs with a sponge, move over my newly smooth pussy, over my stomach and my breasts. Rubbing them gently, lathering them. Then, down each arm to my fingertips. Thinking of Nathan, thinking of Maria.

I'm tempted to relieve the heat that starts to rise deep within. Take one of my large breasts in my hand while I slide my hand up the inside of my long, slender thigh. Tease my nipple. My mouth would open, my pert lips and I'd run my tongue across them. Close my eyes and relax into my body, that's starting to move on it's own. Run my fingers around my pussy lips, unfolding them, up and on to my clit, slowly rubbing it and pressing it. Slip a finger, or maybe two inside. Pump my fingers in and out, mixing the bath water with my own juices. My hand knowing what my breasts need, my fingers knowing what my pussy needs. Bringing myself to a deep, warm orgasm to start the day.

But I deny myself. The day is young. Let's see how it unfurls.

After all, next task is a trip to see Maria.
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Unlike my first trip to the adult store, I drive straight into the parking lot and pull up next to the front entrance. I jump out, grabbing my ipad, document wallet, and portfolio case from the trunk, and stride into the store.

Maria spots me instantly, and her face beams, as does mine. She moves quickly from the back of the store to meet me at the entrance. I look around; a guy is in the books and DVD section. I take a gamble and kiss Maria on the lips quickly. He doesn't see. Her smile gets bigger, and so does mine.

"You look spectacular." She says.

Spectacular is 'our' word. I spin around, showing off one of the outfits I bought at the mall. It's just a plain white shirt, rolled up sleeves, tied above the waist, showing off my tummy, with maybe one too many buttons undone from the top, showing off my boobs, that are bra-less. Tight blue jeans and white heels complete my ensemble. It took me five tries to leave the house looking like this, but somehow, I summoned up the courage. I feel great now, though.

"Mmm. You don't look spectacular..." I say, looking at Maria's terrible uniform. Fortunately, she doesn't take offence and laughs. "...but underneath that horrible thing," I point at her top, "you are a goddess." I know she is. I've seen it

I've explored it, tasted it.

Maria is a little shorter than me, darker skin from her latino heritage, long dark hair that has a beautiful shine. A very pretty, youthful face, with a wonderful smile. Under her uniform is a pair of firm, pert breasts, not big, not small. A perfectly flat stomach. Tight thighs and ass. A lythe, energetic body.

"It's so good to see you, but I didn't expect you back so soon? Was the store that good you couldn't stay away?"

"I think the staff make it."

She laughs again.

"So, how can I help? Are you shopping or...?"

"It's business, actually."

"Oh?" She looks at the items in my hands and gives me a very hesitant look.

"I'm here to offer some assistance. Now, you don't need to take it; just tell me to sling my hook if you want. But the other day you inspired me. You love this place; your passion is amazing. When you talked me through everything, it was exhilarating. And ever since I was here, I can't stop having ideas and wanted to share them with you."

"Maggie, I would be stupid to turn down any help anyone offers me, but from you, I'll bite your hand off. I can't pay you though. All this stock costs money, I have some debts; I had money to invest, but that's nearly gone. I've had to let my permanent staff go, I've got one girl who comes in some days, but that's all I can afford. And two days ago, you had never even set foot in an adult store. Sorry, I'm blabbering. Are you sure you want to help?"

"I'm absolutely sure."

I walk her through design ideas and marketing ideas, ideas for the 100 seat theatre, tell her about Daniel and what he is studying, and then give her a demo of the website on my iPad.

"E-commerce. It's got to be your strongest channel, Maria; footfall is difficult in this business; online is anonymous; if we can get enough items online, you can start making some money. Oh, listen to me; I sound like I know what I'm talking about."

"No, you're right, I know you're right. It's time, Maggie; regardless of what it costs, it takes time. I'm sure you don't have the time to help me."

"We need to work smart, honey. I have a plan."

By the time we finish, the guy has left. He didn't buy.

I take her hand. "Look, I'm not after anything, apart from maybe seeing more of you." I pull her in close. "I really like you, Maria. What happened between us I thought was special, but even without that, I really like you. You make me smile, you make me feel young, so I'm offering out of friendship. I'd like to..."

"You had me at hello." She kisses me. We burst into laughter.

"Shall I lock up? Early lunch?" She asks, giving me a cheeky smile.

I look at the clock on my phone. It's eleven. I've got a busy day. But...

"Ok, this once, but I cannot condone slacking on our new venture together."

She laughs again and leads me by the hand to the front door, which she locks, and then to a small staff room. It's cramped. It has a plastic table and two plastic chairs, a small counter with a kettle, tea, and coffee, and some mugs and plates on a sink draining board. It's not the most enticing of areas, but at that moment in time it doesn't matter, I wanted to feel Maria's warmth and touch.

As soon as we are inside, I strip her; I can't bear looking at the horrible pink polo shirt and trousers any longer. I throw them onto the table. With her uniform removed, she is exquisite. Her bra and panty set are delicate, vintage-inspired. Black with tiny white polka dots, accentuated by gentle, lace-like trim and dainty white bows that bring a soft, feminine touch. Her Latino skin brings out the whites, and the blacks look somehow darker against her. I'm momentarily lost in a world of her mystery and beauty.

She wrestles with the button and fly of my jeans; they hug my legs and take a little effort to pull down over my ass and thighs. I'm wearing neon pink Victoria's Secret lace panties, my newly shaved dark mound visible within, the material contoured across my ass cheeks, with very little coverage. In contrast to my jeans, my shirt unties easily, which she unbuttons, giving her access to my breasts, which she immediately starts to kiss. I'm in heaven already as she licks my nipples, taking each into her mouth in turn. My head leans backward, savoring her touch.

I reach behind her and unclasp her bra; she lets it fall from her arms. I slide my hands up and down her back, feeling every muscle, every bone, every part of her flesh. I stroke her dark hair as I touch her shoulders, feeling it run through my fingers. I notice an inch long scar on her shoulder that I hadn't seen before. It had been covered by the sexy body stocking she wore the last time I saw her. I run my finger along it, examining it, caressing it. It's a special part of her. Part of her history that I want to know.

Her hands cup my breasts as she continues to swirl her tongue around my nipples, around my breasts. She bites them gently, kisses them, sucks them, taking time to explore them.

I move my hands from her shoulders, up her neck, and raise her chin to me. I kiss her soft, sumptuous lips. So smooth and tender, a females tenderness, like nothing I have kissed before. Our tongues touch, twist, poke, and swirl around each other. We continue to kiss, my hands now moving to her breasts as hers move to my neck. She runs them from my ears to my chest, sending shivers through my body, bringing them to rest on my breasts again, delicately touching my nipples, making me shiver with each caress. I cover her breasts with my hands, squeeze them gently, feel her hard nipples pressing into my palms. I circle her breasts with my fingers and drape my fingers over them, my nails scratching faintly across her. Feeling her reciprocate the shiver upon every touch.

We continue to enjoy each other's breasts while our tongues are tied together. I then take her hand from me and move it down to my panties. I slide it inside and move my hand over to her, sliding my hand into the top of her panties. We both part our legs for each other. I place my palm over her pussy, feeling the warmth; she does the same to me. We match each other, sliding our palms across the pussy lips, letting our outstretched fingers slip between the leaves of one another's pussys as they rub backward and forwards. I'm wet; my hand is wet. Our mouths are still entwined as we moan into each other, our breathing becoming faster.

I insert a finger into her, she groans. She inserts a finger into me, I groan in response. Our mouths vibrate against each other with every sound. Not able to be sated with any amount of kisses.

Our fingers match each other, slowly sliding in and out while our palms squeeze the lips. Our other hands are still on each other's breasts, teasing, pulling. I start to increase speed inside her, she does the same. I insert another finger, she does the same. Our bodies are together; we are like twins, like a reflection.

I take the fingers out from her pussy, out of her panties; her eyes narrow; she liked them where they were. But she matches me. I move them up to my mouth and suck them. Tasting her sweet pussy from my fingers. The sweet pussy that I tasted before, my first pussy. I moan as I swallow her down. She moans as she tastes me, lapping up the juice from her fingers.

I slide my fingers down over her breast, over her stomach, and slide them back inside her panties. She does the same to me. I shudder as her fingers touch my pussy again. She does the same. Our mouths touch again, and our tongues entwine.

My finger goes to her clit; she matches me, I swirl, she matches, I press, she matches, we rub, we swirl, we press, we moan, we groan, our chests heaving, our stomachs contracting and expanding, our legs wobble and shake. We feel every sensation that the other is feeling, inside our own bodies and through our hands that rock and jerk with each movement of the other persons body. We look into each other's eyes throughout, experiencing each other's joy, each other's ecstasy.

I'm getting close, I can feel my body reaching it's climax. I push my tongue deep inside Maria's mouth and keep it firm. I pull my mouth away, holding my tongue, sticking out erect and firm. She sucks it like a cock. I ram it back into her mouth, like a cock. I slide two fingers inside her pussy, like a cock; she matches me. Her sucking matches our fingers, the movement of my head matches our fingers. Faster, faster, our bodies now bouncing against each other. I grab the back of her head, pushing my tongue deeper inside her mouth. She holds the back of mine, our breasts smash together, she sucks, our fingers delve inside each other, my moans become groans, she feels my body start to shake, I feel hers start to shake too. I pull my tongue back, our lips smother each other, saliva dribbling from our mouths. My eyes open wide as my pussy starts to pulse and contract; I feel hers do the same, tightening around my fingers inside her pussy each time they slide inside. Our pussy's grip each other's fingers, and we speed up, feeling more and more juice, more and more resistance as the pussys close around our fingers, and then the release. Our pussys relax, they tighten, they relax, they tighten, and then the waves come, pulsing through us both. We cum. Our legs buckle, our bodies writhe against each other, our mouths fall from each other as our heads bolt upright and fall down to our chests; we scream and fight for breath, our hands still in each other's panties, feeling the warmth of our juices, feeling the vibrations of our pussies. We gasp, we jolt, we slurp, we giggle, we laugh, we embrace, oh, how we embrace.

Then we slide onto the plastic chairs, our bodies still heaving, catching our breath. The chairs are cold against our skin. Our hands go to each other; they hold.

This time was different. The first time, Maria was the teacher; today, we were equals. Not because I knew as much as her, but because she let me lead, let me do what I felt comfortable with - no, she let me do what I 'felt.'

Gradually, we recover, and I look around the room again.

"I think this room might be the first I tackle, I say. It's not very nice at all."

"It's alright for an early lunch, though," Maria replies.

We laugh again. I like Maria, she makes me happy.
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After arranging when we will see each other and saying goodbye to Maria, the next stop on my day is the farmers market. I want to buy Phil a lovely meal for this evening to make up for his being home alone. Make it a thing - time in the house by himslef. He hasn't been in the new house without me since we moved in, so make it a thing.

As I wander around the market, I can still feel the wetness in my panties. It makes me smile.

He's not a great cook. A demon on the barbecue, but he's no Gordon Ramsey. So I have to choose wisely. I spot some Jack Daniels babyback ribs. They look amazing. I can put them in the oven to slow cook later this afternoon. They can go for four hours, and he can take them out when he wants. Mmm. I lick my lips, wishing I was there to have them too. I see some gratin-style potatoes. Luxurious creamy goodness. Throw it in the oven for thirty minutes at the end; even Phil can do that. He won't want greens or salad, so I grab some beers and chips to keep him going. Then I spot some farm-made chocolate ice cream, and I know he'll be happy.

I grab a bite to eat while I'm there and head home.

As I'm driving, I suddenly feel a wave of nausea. It's so severe that I have to pull into a parking lot of a Wendy's restaurant and open my door for air.

What am I doing? What is happening to me? I am married. I am calmly planning a dinner for my husband so I can go for dinner with a man half my age. Who I am sleeping with. I am being fucked by my son! What am I doing? I'm helping a woman I've only just met with her sex store. I'm also sleeping with her! Who am I? What is happening to me? This is my life, not a game! Are you willing to risk it all?

I breathe in. Close my eyes. Trying to gain control. Gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles are white.

Do I want to stop? Mmm. No? For Phil, yes. For me? No. I breathe out deeply.

So. Deep breaths. Deep, deep breaths.

Tonight has to happen. I don't know what Daniel will do if it doesn't. He's a loose cannon. I have to deal with him, but there's not enough time before tonight. So that's one thing dealt with. Deep breaths.

The store is for me. Something for me. It's way out there, crazy out there, but it's for me, and I've made promises. A promise is a promise. Deep breaths. That's number two.

Maria. Nathan. That is up for discussion. That's optional. Park that for now. Deal with that another day. Phil deserves more. But I deserve more, too. He also has to accept me for who I am. But I'm only discovering 'Me' myself now, so it's unfair on him. It's unfair. Deep breath. Ok. More thought is required. Another day. Deep breaths. Tonight is tonight. Tomorrow is another day.

I straighten up, open my eyes. An old couple in the restaurant are looking at me strangely through the window. I give them a smile and a wave, then close the door, and set off again.
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I'm home; I leave the drawings and mood boards in the trunk and head inside. Daniel shows me some updates he had already made that morning, I told him how things went with Maria; well, the business side, anyway. We also discussed a thought I had involving Lisa. He thought it could work and that we should ask her about it, so we agreed to bring it up that evening.

Phil is due home any minute, so I run upstairs, discard my shirt, put on a bra and T-shirt, and then run back downstairs to put his ribs on to cook. I potter until he walks in the door.

"Hello, Baby," I say, walking over to him and putting my arms around his neck.

"No dirty overalls today? You look nice."

"Ah, thanks. I got these at the store the other day. Thought I'd impress you."

"Mission achieved." We kiss.

"Where's Daniel?" he asks.

"Where do you think. In his room."

"I'll duck in and see him. Say I'm home."

"Can we have a quick chat first?"
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