Group Sex Mother's Confliciton

A beating on the hotel door interrupts Jason as he drops his wallet into his pocket. "Well, Marc is beating the hell out of my door, so our car must be here to go to the conference. I will be unavailable for a while, and I just wanted to say hi, and I love you."

"I love you too, sweetie, and thank you again."

"Thank me? For what?"

"Everything, I guess I am not sure really. Just thanks for all you do for us and what you've been so open to for me, just thank you."

"Well, you're welcome; it's not like it's killing me to participate in some of this. Okay, got to run before Marc beats down my door, love you bye." Jason says with a chuckle as he ends his call and trots over to the door to greet Marc.

"Dude, what the hell? I am not paying for door damages." Jason laughs as he shakes his head at his friend.

"Sorry, it's just that the car is waiting, and we got to go."

Michelle can feel a lot of the anxiety that was plaguing her start to fade away. The sound of Jason's voice a semi calming influence over the edgy mother as she looks at herself in the mirror. For a moment, Michelle thinks about changing her clothes to something normal. She believes that would maybe clue Ryan not to pursue any questions about what she said to him previously. Michelle looks at the spot on her dresser, where she lays out her clothes; she picks up the more motherly attire she has lying there. The button down blouse and conservative mom jeans. "I am not this person anymore." She says aloud as she drops the outfit back to where it has sat for quite some time. She steps in front of her full-length mirror and looks over her clothes, they were far from the sluttiest thing she has worn at home, but they also far from the clothes she just sat down.

"Whatever I am who I am." She speaks aloud to the empty bedroom as her thoughts soon begin to wander back to the day she saw her son spying on her in this very same mirror. "I should not have done that. I should have closed the door. I can be Jason's, and I can be with other men, but I got to stop this with my kids. I don't think there is a spot on Jason's two-way street for what I have done with Gwen and thought about with Ryan." Michelle lectures herself as she reaches over and clicks on her radio, similar to how she did the day Ryan saw her.

The small radio picking up where it left off that day playing the remaining few minutes of the MP3 as the sound of the song brings her memories to a new level. The almost vague imagery of that day starts becoming more lucid and vibrant as she can now vividly remember how she felt masturbating in front of her own son. "I should not have done that," Michelle says aloud again, but this time the tone is not the same. The mother is not saying it as if it is an unquestionable fact but almost as if she is trying to convince herself that the actions were wrong despite deep down feeling conflicted about it.

"Why does it matter now? You are who you are, right? So you did what you did." The inner voice the proverbial devil on her shoulder questions her as she hits the repeat button on the radio to hear the song again.

"Being a slut or whore is one thing, but these are my kids. There has to be a line."

"Does there? They are legally adults and capable of making their choices. Your daughter wants her daddy, so what is so bad about you wanting your son?"

"I...well...I...I just..." Michelle starts and stops, tears form in her pale blue eyes as she tries to find her words while arguing with her devilish side.

"I do not hear a good argument against it."

Michelle laughs a little as she wonders if she is indeed going crazy arguing with herself. "I always thought in the conscience arguments in movies, there was an angel on the other shoulder. I guess mine left." She states as she gazes into the mirror while pulling off her shirt and bottoms.

The thirty-seven-year-old auburn-haired mother caresses her natural double D breasts. She pauses to take a small moment to tweak her already erect nipples. A shiver runs down her spine as she hears the part of the song from that day Ryan spied on her, the same line that she heard when she plunged her fingers inside herself for her son to see.

Ryan White lay on his bed, his cock still in hand hard as a rock but unable to cum as he strokes himself feverishly. The nineteen-year-old tries to use any imagery he can, from his mom to his sister to his girlfriend Maddie, but all fail to bring him to where he craves to be. The sexually frustrated teenager almost growls as he crawls off his bed and heads towards his dresser to retrieve one of his many porn DVDs from his stash. The sexually driven young man pauses as he stands in front of his dresser next to his closed bedroom door; he can hear the song coming from outside his room.

The classic rock music having a similar effect on him as it did his mother as the thoughts and imagery of that day become as vibrant as the day they happened. The young man's long thick piece of abused meat begins to twitch and leak pre-cum just at the sound of the music and the newly reinvigorated thoughts of that day watching his mom masturbating. Ryan reaches down and gives his cock a tug, the feeling more intense now than it was moments earlier. He grunts slightly as he finds thinking of her masturbating is now turning him on more than his thoughts of her fucking the stranger the night before. "She put on that show for me." He grins as he thinks about the revelation his mother Michelle made to him only a short time ago. "Fuck it, she wants to be a whore."

Ryan excitedly grasps the doorknob and jerks his door open with authority as he steps into the hallway. The well-endowed teenager's cock serving almost as a guide pointing out straight ahead as he makes a beeline to his mother's bedroom. The music's sound increases as Ryan reaches for the knob. He slowly twists it trying quietly to enter his parents' bedroom. The teen pauses as he is greeted by a sight that he simultaneously wants to see but is still not fully prepared to see.

Michelle white has her fingers deep inside herself, probing her craving pussy. She pleasures herself with one hand while clutching the edge of her dresser for support with the other hand. The mother has no idea her son has entered into the room as she thinks about him and that first day in front of the mirror. "Oh fuck...yes..." Michelle moans out softly as her fingernails dig into the dresser. The lust-driven woman adds a third finger to her hungry opening as she pushes further into herself than she ever has before.

"Am I going to do this?" Ryan questions himself as he clutches his throbbing cock in his hand. "Gwen is one thing, but this is mom," Ryan states to himself; despite a feeling of apprehension, he continues to walk towards his masturbating mother. As the apprehensive young man gets closer, he can hear his mother's soft moans over the familiar music. The son can smell the musk radiating from her soaking wet pussy. Ryan's rigid piece of meat twitches as he inhales deeply, reveling in his mother's scent.

Michelle nearly screams out in pleasure and shock as she pushes herself to orgasm just as she feels someone from behind grab her. "What the fuck?" She instinctively yells out as she quickly pulls her fingers out.

Ryan's grip near vise-like as he holds onto his mother. "You're a whore mom." The teenager angrily growls.

"Ryan, you're kind of hurting me," Michelle says as she feels her son's powerful arms locking around her. The grip is painful, but, at the same time, exhilarating as Michelle does nothing to attempt to free herself. She bites her bottom lip softly as she realizes it is her son's bare cock pressed firmly against her bare buttocks.

"You acting this way hurt me. I thought you were good; I looked up to you."

"Ryan, sweetie, I can't be this person you thought I was. I don't belong n some type of pedestal."

"I know mother, so I am going to finally treat you like the person you want to be," Ryan says in an almost creepy tone. The young man picks his mother up off the floor and effortlessly tosses her to the nearby bed. "Is this what you wanted that day mother?"

The use of the word mother something Ryan only called Michelle on a few occasions, and now coupled with her son's tone, sends a chill down Michelle's spine. Ryan, her eldest child, seems almost possessed by his urges as he walks towards the bed, his raging hard-on still in his grasp. Michelle feels her body trembling but does not know if it is fear or excitement fueling the adrenaline rush that is overtaking her body.

"Ryan, I am not who you want me to be, but...but...I am not sure I am ready to be this person either." Michelle states as her voice trembles and breaks.

Ryan just gives a small grin at his mother's words, as they do not deter him from progressing forward towards his target. "I think you are ready, mother," Ryan says as he climbs onto the marital bed of Jason and Michelle.

Michelle's eyes clench tightly as she hears her all too familiar inner voice yelling out at her. "This is what you wanted; you've already been with your daughter...Why are you scared of this?" Michelle's internal monologue echoes in her head as she opens her eyes, fixating them on her son's engorged cock. The trembling woman gulps as she watches her son move closer to her on the bed.

"You are going to be this person. You are going to let me fuck you; if you don't, I am just going to take it just like the guy did last night." Ryan states with almost no emotion in his voice.

Michelle's eyes shoot open as wide as saucers as she hears the revelation that Ryan knows about what she did with the stranger Joseph. "Oh, no baby, that was something between your dad and me. It is a long story." Michelle says, trying to halfway explain and defend the night before.

"I don't care about dad or the guy last night. I am done blaming dad for you being like this."

"But..." Michelle's thoughts cut short as the touch of her son's hand on her body creates a rush of goosebumps all over her.

Ryan's hands now on Michelle's smooth waxed legs, the temperature of her flesh feeling as if it could burn the young man's hand. Ryan's near mushroom-like head leaking pre-cum across the fresh cotton sheets as his cock twitches. Michelle's nervous trembling begins to transition to an almost sexually fueled quiver as she knows what Ryan said was true. The mother knows if Ryan wants her, he can easily take her; she could not stop him even if she wanted to. The powerless feeling washing over Michelle, raising her body temperature even higher as she feels beads of sweat forming on her forehead. The auburn-haired beauty parts her lips to speak, she does not know if she wants to consent or protest, but in the end, it does not matter as no words come out.

Even though Michelle is typically never at a loss for words, whether it be inner voices, monologues, or conversations with herself, at this moment, she has nothing she can think to say. Her son's large masculine hands sliding up her smooth toned and tan legs have her head spinning. That is when it happened, all the jumbled thoughts suddenly came into focus on one thing. Michelle's mind locks in on the rush of pain and pleasure that is ripping through her thirty-seven-year-old body. Ryan roughly forces his mother's previously crossed legs open.

Michelle's face goes almost cherry red as she is on display for her son and not like before when it was from across the room; she is on display up close and personal. Ryan's large, powerful hand crashes down with a slap across his mom's freshly shaven vagina. Michelle unleashes a howl of pleasure and pain as the sting of the slap reverberates throughout her body.

"Can't be that person? You're soaking fucking wet." Ryan growls as he slaps down, repeatedly spanking his mother's hot wet slit.

"Please baby, stop..." Michelle moans out as her body is flooded with waves of pain and pleasure.

"Okay, yes mother, I will stop," Ryan says as he places his wet hand to his mother's full red lips.

Michelle's chest heaves up and down as she fights to take in enough air as she instinctively begins tonguing her son's wet hand, lapping all her juices off it. As Michelle slowly sucks each of her son's long thick fingers, Ryan has other ideas as he pushes the head of his bare cock into his mother's hungry pussy. The sexually crazed teen fights his urge to go balls deep instead fucking his mother with just the head of his cock for a few moments.

The realization of what is inside her hits Michelle like a lightning bolt snapping her back to a moment of clarity not clouded by lust. "Ryan, I don't think we should do this. I know what I did was wrong, but we just can't do this." Michelle says as she already has enough on her plate with her daughter Gwen wanting Jason. The sexually conflicted mother has zero ideas of how she could even broach the subject of that, let alone explaining to her husband how she ended up fucking their son.

"It is too late to worry now." Ryan groans as he ignores his mother's words, and instead of withdrawing himself, he pushes deeper. The young man's engorged flesh sliding balls deep into his own mother. Ryan, unprepared for how intense the taboo sensation would be, has to pause, taking a moment to center himself as he rests on his knees. As his mother's legs rest over his shoulders, Ryan inhales and exhales a few times deeply before pulling himself back out slightly.

"Oh fuck baby... You're big." Michelle purrs as her face slightly contorts as she feels her sore pussy slightly stretching to accommodate her son's thick cock. "I need it, baby; mommy wants you and needs you." Michelle's own words taking her by surprise as she calls herself mommy and admits to wanting what is happening.

"It is because my mommy is a fucking whore!" Ryan exclaims as his slow, gradual movement, rapidly graduate into hard fast thrusts. The young man almost completely withdrawing his shaft before forcibly ramming it back inside his mother. The teenager looking down at Michelle, his mind muddled with a plethora of thoughts as he unleashes his pent up aggression on his mother.

"Oh my god, this feels so good." an overwhelmed Ryan says to himself. The young man feels shocked at the sensations his mother's taboo pussy is sending throughout his teenage body. He grunts hard as he thrusts deep and hard into the woman under him, the boy almost not looking at her as his mother anymore but just a whore that is there to pleasure him.

Michelle's face contorts more as she winces in pain; her son is pounding deep inside her his cock not as long as her rendezvous with the man Jason sent over but somehow feels as if it is going deeper and hitting hard inside of her. The mother's mind swirls, as she did not know what to expect if she did this with Ryan. However, at the same time, Michelle did not expect to be so violently fucked by her first-born. "Uh...fuck...baby, are you trying to hurt mommy?" Michelle manages to breathlessly moan out as her pale blue eyes lock on to her son's face.

Ryan stares into his mother's eyes, the same one he sees when he looks into the mirror every day. The shared shape and color of their eyes seemingly the only trait the young man inherited from his mother. He grunts and groans as sweat runs off his brow. The animalistic teen finally manages to respond to the question posed to him, but only after many more powerful thrusts into the hot wet pussy. "Yes, I want to hurt; you like that, don't you?" Ryan growls, as his pace is unrelenting.

The rush of yet another orgasm hits Michelle. The sexually deviant mother is flooding her bed with her own juices, as it is not just her son's cock fueling her but also his words. "Yes baby, call mommy a whore."

"Fucking whore!"

"More please, more," Michelle pleads as she drags her nails down the back of her son. The salacious mother's aching body screaming out as she is abused for the second time in less than twenty-four hours.

"Slutty fucking whore!" Ryan exclaims again as the pain of his mother's nails cause him to bark out his words at her, his saliva escaping his lips as he barks at his mom, splashing down on her face and melon-like breasts.

The feeling of the salvia hitting Michelle ignites an even hotter flame inside the wanton woman. "Oh my god, yes, spit on your whore. I am a cheap slut. I love you being momma's dirty boy." Michelle says with a devious smile.

The words "momma's dirty boy" echo into the teenager's head, the exact same words Gwen said to him the day in the bathroom. The phrase almost serving as a trigger setting the boy's thought's back to how he felt that day with Gwen collapsed on the floor breathless, yelling at him. "I didn't want to be this way; you all made me do this," Ryan growls as the angst-filled son pulls his wet cock out of his mother's abused pussy. The young teen's nostrils flare as he feels a mix of anger and desire coursing throughout his body.

Michelle's trembling body appreciates the moment of rest as the large piece of flesh pulls out. Still, at the same time, the abused mother feels confused by her son's words. "baby...what did we do?... I am so sorry if we..." Michelle tries to question and apologize in between gasps for breath.

Ryan cuts his mother's words off as he gazes at her. "I just wanted a normal family; I thought we had a normal family. However, we don't, and Gwen's right; I am no better than her. But it's only because you all made me do this." Ryan's words have a clear tone of sorrow coupled with anger as he thinks back to the day with his sister. Gwen told him how he was just as bad as she was, and he felt he already accepted this realization with Maddie, but now he knows he was lying to himself previously. The proverbial floodgates are opening inside of Ryan as the floodwaters of sexual deviance overtake him.

The sexually driven son stares at his mother, her large breasts still heaving up and down, her long auburn hair a disheveled mess. He smiles before he reaches out, grasping his mother's weary legs and rolling her to her stomach. "I am not fucking done with you." Ryan coldly states as he slaps his hand down hard onto his mother's supple butt cheek.

"Ryan, I am sorry if you think we did something to you." Michelle cries out as the pain of the slap rushes through her. The mother torn now between wanting more from her son and wanting to comfort and make him care for him.

"You're not fucking sorry, you don't fucking care!" Ryan growls as several more slaps follow in rapid succession as the teen alternates, which cheek he abuses, leaving them both a rosy red before moving up behind Michelle. The son's cock still throbbing hard as he rubs it up and down his mother's butt crack then down to her still soaking wet slit teasing his mother's hot flesh causing small goosebumps to form across her body. "Do you want more?"

The lascivious mother knows her son is right. She really is not sorry, she does care, but she is not sorry, she wanted to be this person, and she told them she would be this person with or without them. Michelle nods yes to the question posed by her son as her nerves are on edge from the grazing of the swollen cock head against her flesh.

"I asked a fucking question!" Ryan says as he jerks back on his mother's long auburn locks.

"Yes...Yes, I want more."

"Who do you want it from?"

"You..." Michelle responds as she feels confused about the question.

"Tell me that then," Ryan says as he continues to tease his mother's snatch from behind.

Michelle's pulse is racing as her tightly constricted hair holds her head back. "Mommy needs her son to fuck her." The words igniting a new level of humiliation and shame within Michelle.

Ryan does not say another word as he pushes himself into his mother from behind. The teen jerks back roughly with every thrust forward, making his mother arch her back to meet him deeply plunging into her. "Is this what you wanted mom? Is this the life you wanted?" Ryan angrily questions his mother as he glares at the back of her head.

Michelle's body swirling with sensations from pain to pleasure as she is grudge fucked from behind by her teenage son. The mother of two's head spinning as she can hear her son's words but can barely comprehend them let alone answer him.

"Come on bitch, why don't you answer me?" Ryan questions as he turns loose of Michelle's hair and locks one hand onto each side of his mother's waist. The tight crushing grip painfully squeezes Michelle as Ryan begins thrusting forwards while jerking his mother back into him. He grunts and groans as his mother's butt smashes into his pelvis.

"Yes...fuck yes...yes...fuck..." Michelle moans out as the deep plunging cock is now hitting deeper into her taboo pussy. The salacious mother's eyes roll back into her head while her eyelids flutter as Michelle feels overtaken by intense waves of pleasure.

Ryan can feel his mother's intense quivering underneath him as violently thrusts his full length into Michelle's welcoming pussy. "Are you cumming? Are you cumming on your son's dick?" The teenager growls out the questions as he struggles to keep the dominant persona that seems to excite his mom.

"I am a bad mom, I know, but you feel so good...fill me, fill mommy with your cum." Michelle says, pleading for her son's seed. The near exhausted mother wants to feel the explosion inside of her but also needs to rest.

Ryan groans as he can feel his large near hairless balls start to tighten; he knows he cannot hold out much longer. He grunts and groans as the sensations of his mother's slit enveloping every inch of his swollen cock begin to build up. The teenager looks down at his mother's firm round butt and wonders what it would be like to take it also. However, the thoughts are fleeting as he soon feels it happening; his veiny shaft pulsates as he erupts inside his own mother filling her with his cum.

Michelle howls as the explosion inside her almost feels as if it burning her insides. The hot sticky explosion of cum erupting from her own son filling her taboo hole. "Yes...Yes...fuck..." She moans out as she rakes her nails down her bedsheets as her abused hole is flooded with taboo jism.

Ryan clenches his eyes tightly as he pushes himself balls deep into his mother from behind the teenager's muscular chest rising and falling, as his body shakes. The moment of surreal pleasure coursing through his body as his head spins, and he lays down on top of his mother. The boy's bare chest pressed tightly against Michelle's bare back as the only sound in the room that of the couple's heavy labored breathing. However, the euphoric moment is fleeting as Ryan blinks his eyes a few times just as the reality of the situation sinks in fully. The familiar scent of his mother's perfume emanating from her neck, bringing the young man back to reality and out of his sex-fueled haze. Ryan begins to shake as he withdraws his still semi-hard cock from his mother.

Michelle feeling her son's weight lifting off her back, turns over to face him. The mother, however, is surprised but what she finds. Ryan looks terrified to her; the moment of sexual bliss quickly begins to fade from the mother's body, as she is concerned for her son. "Ryan, sweetie? Ryan, are you okay?" Michelle questions as she places a hand on her son's bare chest to shake him a little to see if she can snap him out of his gaze.

"Mom, I am sorry..."

"Ryan, don't be sorry. I think this has been a long time coming."

"I shouldn't have done any of that or said those things," Ryan says as all the anger and aggressiveness the teen had shown moments earlier begins to fade. The same feelings of embarrassment and humiliation that filled Ryan after he was with his sister Gwen began to build inside the young man.

"I loved it. I loved my big strong son holding me down and taking me. I have wanted it for a while, Ryan, I am not mad." Michelle says with a smile as she runs her fingers through her son's short hair. "I guess I need to get cleaned up," Michelle says as she looks around the room for her clothes.

Michelle's words bring back vivid memories to Ryan's mind of the day he was with Gwen for the first time. His younger sister said something similar after they had finished their tryst as well. Ryan places his hands on his mother, preventing her from exiting the bed. "Can I taste you?"

"Taste me?" Michelle asks, almost confused at the question, as it seems even more out of character from what had occurred earlier.

Ryan nods his head as he can barely look his mother in the eye. "I want to lick your pussy mom," Ryan says, the young man shaking as he speaks.

Michelle's head whirls as she feels taken aback by the sudden tonal shift of her son. He was only moments ago almost ripping her wide open, but now he seems almost scared to even make eye contact. The lustful mother grins slightly as she lays back on the bed, her head resting on the headboard as she spreads her sore legs apart for her son. Ryan lowers his head as he moves into position. The teenager's cock is almost throbbing again as he inhales his mother's scent. The sight of Michelle's abused pussy filling Ryan with excitement and embarrassment. He knows he lost control and feels ashamed that he did. The teen breaths in deeply, taking the smell deep into his lungs, the slow deep breaths calming him slightly as he admires his mother's pussy. The hot hair exhaled from Ryan's nose and mouth cause Michelle to squirm with anticipation on the bed. "Come on honey, you want to eat momma's pussy?" Michelle questions as she uses her sweetest motherly tone. The mother trying to simultaneously ease her son's nerves and get some more attention to her body at the same time.

Ryan opens his mouth as he thinks back to the day with Gwen. He feels a rush of excitement as the memories of how much he relished the moment when he ate her creamy pussy flood his lust-fueled brain. He flicks his tongue against the hot sticky flesh; the taste of his mother mixed with cum begins to fill his mouth as he beings to lap Michelle's abuse slit faster.

"That's it, Ryan eat mommy's creamy pie." Michelle moans out as she rolls her own nipples between her fingers, giving them a little pinch as she does it. The mother feels a small jolt run through her body as she looks down and can see part of her son's face each time he raises his tongue upwards. The sight of Ryan, her first-born licking her in what should be a forbidden way, has Michelle on the edge of another intense orgasm almost instantly. "That's it right there, sweetie...more...more..."

Ryan follows his mother's directions. He focuses all his attention on the spot that is eliciting the most moans from Michelle. The young man's tongue dances and massages over the place as he easily slides a finger inside to pull out more of the freshly deposited cum. Michelle's long slender fingers lock into what little of her son's short brown hair she can grab as she pushes his face against her. The orgasming woman raises her butt off the bed as she feels almost out of control of her actions. Ryan struggles to breathe as his mouth and nose are full of his mother's well-fucked gash. As the extreme waves of sexual gratification begin to subside, Michelle's raised bottom crashes back to the wet sheets, and she releases her grip on her son's head. Ryan pulls his head back as he quickly takes multiple breaths, his lips coated in a mix of cum and pussy juices as he smiles at his mother.

Michelle smiles back as she is filled with joy. Her son's look is not like she saw when he first took her but almost reminiscent of the innocent shy little boy that she remembers from his youth. "Ryan, I hope that you're okay?"

"I don't know what I am anymore, Mom."

"I understand that I have those same moments as well," Michelle replies as she fully sympathizes with her son's thoughts. She too does not fully understand what she is anymore; Michelle thinks back to a moment in a conversation with Shelly as she looks lovingly at her son. "Well Ryan, I am going to give you some advice that was given to me when I started doing whatever this is that I do. Do not try to label it, don't try and tag yourself. I think we try too hard to put everything in neat little categories, and it doesn't always work that way.

Ryan can feel a sense of ease at the words of his mother. He has all his life wanted to place things into a specific category; that is what led to his issues with his mother's behavior. "What do we do now?"

"I think we both need to clean up some," Michelle replies as she rolls off the bed and begins to walk towards the master bath.

Ryan stares at his mother's firm, heart-shaped bottom as she walks away. The son has a sense of pride and embarrassment as he can see the crimson handprints adoring his mother's soft skin. The young man wonders if he should follow his mother or go to his own bathroom before Michelle settles the debate for him.

"Well, are you coming?" The mother asks as she leans against the white-trimmed doorframe looking at her son still resting on the large king-sized bed.

Gwen's pussy screams for attention as she has maintains her position leaning against the wall leading to the upstairs. The sounds of her mother and brother echoing their way down to her as her lips maintain an evil grin. "I still haven't got what I want, but that bitch got Ryan." The eighteen-year-old says with a slightly annoyed laugh before quietly walking up the steps.

The blonde-haired, green-eyed teen thinks about what she should do as she stands in the hallway, her emerald eyes scan the area, weighing different options. "I could just go to my room, but then again, what fun is that. I could go to Ryan's and wait on that little perv to come in, but then what about mom?" The devious teen looks at the open bedroom door to her parent's room. The sight of the wrecked bed adorned with the apparent wet spot causes her to playfully twitch her thin eyebrows and nibble on her bottom lip. "Hmm, this one looks to be just right..." She says with a playful sigh as she walks into the master bedroom and begins shedding her clothes as she heads for the bed.
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