Incest/Taboo Things She Never Did for a Husband

"Mom, I'd like you to wear the white one with the spaghetti straps that tie over your shoulders," Brady said.

Rita, Brady's mother, had already dried her hair but was still just wearing a bath towel around her otherwise naked body while she looked through her closet for something to wear.

"But Brady, I don't think that one would be appropriate for a cookout at your new boss's house."

"Why not?"

"Well, it's so tight, sweetheart. And on top of that it's so low cut and too short for something like that. It doesn't leave much to the imagination."

"But you look fantastic in it," Brady insisted. "It makes me feel proud when my mom is the best looking girl in the whole place."

Rita felt herself blush. It was so hard to refuse her son anything when he said things like that. Left to her own devices, she would never choose to wear anything so revealing to the type of event they were going to, but this was far from the first time Brady had told her to wear something completely inappropriate to a public gathering.

Her son had started telling her what to wear ever since his father had left. It started subtly at first, with Brady encouraging her to wear one outfit or another with compliments on how she looked. Before long he was going so far as to tell her what to wear, sometimes even telling her what bras or panties to put on underneath. But Rita soon discovered how much she loved the fact that her handsome, athletic son liked the way she looked in sexy clothes. She liked the way he looked at her, and she even liked the way he seemed to swell with pride when other people paid extra attention to her. It did so much to ease the all the hurt and self-doubt she felt after her ex left her for a younger woman.

But there were drawbacks. There had been plenty of times his friends' mothers looked down their noses at her with a judgmental attitude. They obviously didn't like the way their sons and husbands looked at her, but the proud look in Brady's eyes was more than enough to make up for it.

Sometimes Rita even felt a little ridiculous in the outfits Brady told her to wear. She was barely forty now, and her body was quite a bit thicker and curvier than it used to be. Her arms and legs were thicker than they'd ever been, and her ass was bigger and rounder than she ever imagined it could get, despite the fact that she was also exercising more than ever, too. That was also something Brady had gotten her to do, but instead of getting slimmer, the dirty blonde was just getting firmer and better toned. This wouldn't have been her ultimate goal, but the way her son looked at her was rapidly becoming more and more important to her.

Now twenty-one, Brady was finished with college and had started working a very well-paying job at a prestigious company. Having a borderline genius IQ had always given Brady an extra advantage over his friends and schoolmates. He'd done such a wonderful job taking over as the man of the house, so it even made sense to Rita that her son would choose her outfits and expect her to support his successes like his new job. She'd never say it out loud, but sometimes her son made her feel like she was married again. All except for the sex, of course.

Rita felt herself blush at her son's compliment. "Okay, well if that's what you really want me to wear, honey," she relented easily. "I do like it when you feel proud of me."

"Definitely, Mom," Brady replied.

"Aren't you afraid of what your coworkers will think of your mother?"

Brady smiled that incredibly handsome smile that made his mother melt. "They're going to think you're hot," he told her. "Besides, none of these people really know us personally, so we're not going to mention that you're my mom. You don't even look old enough to be my mother."

Rita couldn't help letting out a little giggle. Brady's wicked little deception sounded like fun.

She kept the towel around her body while her son went to her dresser and opened her panty drawer. She watched him spend a moment picking through her array of skimpy panties - most of which he bought her on his impressive, new salary - until he selected a very scant, white thong. He turned and handed it to her.

"You can wear these under the dress today, Mom."

"Okay, sweetie," Rita replied cheerfully.

Not only had Brady bought his mother the panties, but he'd bought the dress, too. Usually, he would leave the room while she got dressed, but today he went to her computer table and turned the chair to face her, then sitting down like it was something he did every day. He was clearly intent on watching her dress.

Rita felt her pulse jump slightly. Brady had never seen her naked, nor had he ever watched her dress. Despite feeling a little nervous excitement, she never thought to ask him to leave. She hesitated as long as she could, but the more she thought about it the more she thought it would be fun and exciting to let her amazing son see her naked. He deserved it, after all.

She finally let the towel drop from her body, exposing her impressive D cup tits along with her newly waxed pussy mound. She knew it was highly unusual for most sons to be in their mothers' bedrooms while they were changing, but she and Brady were much closer than other mothers and sons. They didn't worry about things like that. For them, this made perfect sense. Brady was the man of the house now, so Rita didn't see anything wrong with him being there, watching her every move.

With trembling hands, Rita picked up the panties her son had picked out, but he stopped her before she could step into them.

"Mom, I think you should start sunbathing nude so you can get rid of those tan lines," he said.

Rita looked curiously at her son. She'd never sunbathed nude in her life and she'd always gotten tan lines. But suddenly the idea intrigued her.

"Would you like that, honey?" she asked

"Yes, Mom. I'd like that a lot."

A warm feeling ran all through the lady's smooth, curvy body. Her nipples pulled up into hard knots and her pussy began tingling. As much as it made her a little nervous, she loved the idea of pleasing her handsome boy by tanning all over for him. She wondered if that meant he'd expect to see her naked more often. Her pulse was racing at the very thought.

"I guess I can do that for you, sweetheart. It's not exactly common, but...umm...if it makes us both happy then why not?"

Rita noticed a perfectly beautiful bulge forming in the front of her son's pants while she took her time putting on her panties, and then her revealing dress. It took some doing to tie the straps and arrange her tits so they were nicely displayed but wouldn't pop out in the open anytime she moved. This gave Brady a good opportunity to let that big cock of his get nice and hard in his pants.

Rita could hardly breathe the more she looked at the bulge in her son's pants. From what she could tell, he was so much bigger than his father, and when she was being honest with herself, it made her feel so warm to see him get excited. Especially when it was because of her. Wasn't that the highest compliment a man could give a lady? For some reason, causing such a big, impressive reaction for her own son made the compliment even higher.

It was a shame she would never be able to satisfy her most precious man the way he truly deserved, though. Brady was just the kind of man she always wanted. Handsome, fit, super-intelligent...and from what she'd seen of the bulges he got in his pants when she dressed according to his instructions, hung like a stallion. Yet she was still his mother. Some things could simply never be.

After spending some time on her hair and makeup, Rita put on a pair of flat sandals and went downstairs. Brady was already waiting. The look he gave her made her smile, knowing he approved of the final product.

"You look beautiful, Mom. That dress is perfect on you," he said.

"I hope I don't pop out," she replied with a brief giggle. "It doesn't cover very much."

"That's what makes it perfect," he told her with a shamefully suggestive leer. And then: "Did you ever dress like that for Dad when he took you out?"

It wasn't the first time Brady had ever asked his mother that question, but he always seemed to like the answer. And Rita couldn't help feeling a little jump in her pulse whenever she answered him. It was naughty, but probably harmless, and it was something that was just between a mother and her son.

"God, no, baby," she said. "Your father never approved of me wearing revealing clothes. He would've called me names. You know what a nasty man your father is. I only dress this way for you, son."

"And what would he call you?"

Rita looked down at the floor and felt the surface of her skin prickle. She'd just been naked in front of her son a short while ago, yet she felt ashamed to use such words in front of him, especially when she thought of the shame and anger she'd felt the couple of time his father had been drunk and called her those awful things.

"He - he - would call me a whore. A slut."

"Is that what you are, Mother?" Brady asked. "A whore? A slut?"

"Of course not, baby," she said, still looking down. "I'm neither of those things. I'm...your mother."

Suddenly, Brady was standing right in front of her, tipping her face up toward his with his finger. Rita's heart raced. Her son's lips were close enough to kiss.

"Yes, you are," he said. "Dad never deserved you."

As always, Rita's mood had crashed to a terrible low and then skyrocketed to Brady's loving affection. There was a moment she almost expected her son to kiss her. He looked like he wanted to, and she would be helpless to stop him. But he finally gave her a chaste peck on the cheek and took her by the hand, leading him outside to his car.

Forty minutes later, Rita was impressed by the sight of Brady's employer's estate. The company her son worked for had to be even more successful than she thought at first. When they got out of the car, they followed the sound of the party around the side of the enormous house into a lavishly landscaped backyard with an expansive patio. There was a small band and buffet tables being stocked by professional caterers. The back of the house had a broad, double doorway of sliding glass, and part of the gathering had spilled indoors.

As they walked into the crowded area, Brady put his arm around his mother, resting his hand at the top of her broad, curvy hip. His mother looked up at him and smiled, approving of the possessive gesture that was more like a boyfriend than a son. And just as he said, as they started coming across people Brady knew from work, he simply introduced his mother by her first name without saying anything about their relationship. Rita was excited by the way the other people looked at her when they assumed she Brady's date. It was a whole different world from being introduced as his mother. It seemed to make others look at her with a much different look of appraisal, both men and women taking in the voluptuous curves on her petite frame.

But Rita loved being seen as Brady's girl. It raised her pulse, and in a boldly flamboyant gesture, she hugged her son's solid arm and surreptitiously pushed her boobs against him, forcing her ripe, tanned globes to push even higher over the plunging neckline of her dress. A couple of the men who worked with Brady practically choked on their cocktails at the brazen display of Rita's lush tits. Brady let his hand casually slide right onto his mother's rounded ass and gave her cheek a quick, hard squeeze to let her know he was pleased with the way she was playing her role. Anyone behind them who might have been looking their way would've seen him grope his own mother's ass. Rita's nipples were hard as tiny rocks and impossible to hide in the thin material of the dress her son made her wear.

Brady eventually left his mother on her own to go to the bar for drinks. He was gone longer than Rita wanted, but she ended up meeting a few more of his coworkers and then people who were just there because they were somebody's friend or relative.

Before Brady returned with their drinks, Rita found herself in a conversation with a very good looking couple she guessed to be in their forties. The woman, Teri, had dark hair and deeply tanned olive skin. She was wearing a light blue sundress that was almost as short and revealing as Rita's. Her husband, Lance, had lightly greying temples and looked especially fit and handsome for his age. They seemed very friendly, but they kept looking at Rita with what felt like much more than casual interest. It almost felt like they were sizing her up in some way, but she passed that off as her just feeling a little nervous being around so many new people all at once.

She almost wished Brady had let her dress more conservatively, yet there was something exhilarating about being so exposed. Meanwhile, Teri and Lance both oozed a bold sex appeal that almost made her nervous. They were also openly affectionate with each other, much more so than any couple Rita had ever seen. Yet at the same time they had a way of putting her at ease. She couldn't explain why, but Rita's nipples were tingling the whole time they were talking. Lance worked at the same company, but being in a different department he only knew Brady on a pretty casual basis.

Rita's son finally came back with two glasses of wine and handed one to his mother. She felt good to have him back by her side and to feel his large hand at the base of her spine, so close to the round swell of her ass.

Teri asked a lot of questions about Brady and Rita. How they met. How long had they been together? A lot of seemingly harmless questions, except for the fact that this unusual couple were assuming that Brady and Rita were a couple, too, like everyone else the voluptuous, young mother had met so far. Brady let her answer most of the questions, smiling at her as she gave the vaguest replies she could get away with. But this only seemed to make the other couple that much more curious.

At one point in the conversation, Lance ran his hand up the back of his sexy wife's leg. Rita couldn't see his hand, but it was easy enough to tell that he reached high enough to go under Teri's dress and touch her ass. Lance kept his hand there long enough to make it very obvious what he was doing. At the same time, Brady dropped his hand over his mother's ass and gave her cheek a quick but hard and playful squeeze, quickly moving his palm back up to the base of her spine. But it was enough to make the blonde's nipples tighten and her face flush.

Rita was thankful for the wine as it settled her jittery nerves and helped her enjoy herself without second guessing everything she said. By now, she was getting used the charade of being Brady's girlfriend.

They ended up spending a lot of time talking to Lance and Teri, even while other people came and went from the group. Just when Rita was feeling anxious to get another glass of wine, a waiter for the catering service came along with a try of freshly filled glasses, and all four took one. They decided then to take some available seats at the outer edge of the patio. Teri and Lance sat on a wicker bench with plush cushions while Brady and Rita each took a patio chair set opposite them.

For a while, Brady and Lance dominated the conversation talking about work, while Teri put her hand on her husband's thigh and lightly rubbed the inside, sweeping her hand incredibly close to the man's crotch. Rita thought it was a brash gesture, but she couldn't help how much she liked watching the other woman touch Lance without a care for what anyone else might think. She scanned their surroundings a couple of times and found that no one was really paying attention to them anyway. The caterers were keeping the drinks flowing freely, and by Rita's third glass of wine she took a close interest in the growing bulge in Lance's pants, so close to where his wife was lazily massaging his leg.

While the bulge in Lance's pants grew further down the leg of his pants, Teri just slipped her hand over his shaft and casually rubbed it while he went on talking about business with Brady. Rita felt herself blush, but she was fascinated. She'd never seen anyone do anything that blatant at a party, especially one that was supposed to be a company function. She caught Teri's eye and the two women exchanged a smile. Teri's was a little wicked and triumphant while Rita's was one of total surprise. But the blonde knew the other woman could tell she enjoyed watching, and she understood how much Teri liked being watched.

Rita couldn't control the heated ache in her pussy as she sat next to her son while his coworker's wife openly fondled his hard cock through his pants. Her nipples were also impossibly swollen and denting the material of her dress.

"Baby, you're getting me too hard to keep talking about business," Lance protested, obviously never intending for his wife to stop what she was doing.

Teri gave everyone a mock pout. "You boys have the whole week to talk about work. This is a party. We're supposed to be having fun."

Brady laughed. "Your beautiful wife is absolutely right, Lance. But I'd say you seem to be having plenty of fun right now."

Rita blushed even a deeper shade of scarlet. She could hardly believe her son could say anything so blatant. But after a few glasses of wine, the curvy blonde simply watched the scene unfold with a sense of amusement.

"I know how we could be having more fun," Teri said suggestively, giving her husband's cock a bold squeeze. "A lot more fun."

"It sounds like my devious wife has something naughty in mind," Lance grinned, proud of his mate.

"I certainly do," Teri said. Without taking her hand off her husband's cock, she nodded toward an outbuilding about fifty yards away. "I believe that used to be a stable, but the company president had it converted to house his antique car collection. Just imagine how private it is just on the other side between the building and the woods."

"How private do you think, baby?" Lance asked.

The question was meant as much for Brady and Rita as anyone, and Teri directed her response at them. "Hmm, private enough for a lady to give her horny husband a blowjob during the middle of a party."

Rita's jaw dropped once again in surprise. She could see that familiar bulge forming in her son's pants too. Lance got up along with Teri and they turned to walk toward the old stable building, but then stopped short. Teri turned and winked over her shoulder at Brady and Rita. "Aren't you coming, too? Anyone's welcome to watch."

Then they set off toward the stable. Rita looked at her son in amused shock. "Can you believe that?"

Brady grinned. "Yes, I can. Teri likes an audience, and we're going to give her one, Mother dear."

Rita blamed it on the wine, but she just giggled and let her son guide her across the grass the same way Teri and Lance had just gone. Rita's heart was pounding with excitement, and as they rounded the far corner of the stable, they discover Lance with his large, swollen cock jutting out of his pants while Teri was kneeling in the grass stroking his shaft. She smiled when she saw Rita and Brady approach. Brady led his mother close to other couple and that was when Teri finally started licking the head of Lance's cock.

The blonde mother gasped softly as she watched the other woman lather her husband's solidly erect cock with her tongue. Lance sighed and moaned softly, obviously enjoy his wife's mouth, but enjoying their audience just as much as she was.

While the brunette worked over the man's cock with her hand and tongue, Lance undid his belt and opened his pants completely, pushing his pants and briefs down below his balls. Teri then lapped and suckled on his balls while she kept stroking him with her hand.

"Ahhhh, that's right, baby," Lance groaned. "Suck those balls."

Rita was stunned. She leaned her body against Brady, needing the reassurance that he was right there with her. He put his arm around her, letting his palm settle on one side of her ass, lightly fondling her cheek while they watched Teri lick her way back up the shaft of Lance's cock and take the head into her mouth. She began stroking her wet lips along that thick, meaty shaft, stroking the rest with her hand while Lance moaned with pleasure.

The blonde soon noticed that Brady was unzipping his own pants with his other hand. He fished inside and pulled his cock out through the opening. It looked so big his mother didn't know how he was able to get it through. Then he reached for her hand and brought it to his cock, guiding her fingers around his shaft.

Rita thought her heart was going to explode. She looked at her son's face as her hand curled around the shaft of his cock as if on its own power. He smiled and his eyes glazed over as she started to stroke him. She could hardly believe she was touching her own son's cock, and in front of a flirty wife who was sucking her husband's cock. Brady felt so big and solid in his mother's hand. When she noticed both Teri and Lance watching her pleasure that hard, young shaft, she felt her face go hot with excitement.

Then Brady reached for the top of his mother's dress with his free hand and pulled down on the stretchy neckline until her big, impressive tits fell out in the open. He left the top of her dress down under her big, round orbs and teased her nipples with his fingers while Lance groaned his approval.

Rita couldn't believe the hot trickle of moisture in her pussy as she felt her son's cock in her hand along with his fingers on her swollen, sensitive nipples. It wasn't long before the gusset of her tiny panties was soaking wet and her creamy dew was slicking her upper thighs.

The blonde wondered if Brady expected something like this. She suspected he might've known Lance better than they let on at first. But she finally realized it didn't matter. Even Teri and Lance didn't matter, aside from the excitement the blonde was feeling from watching the woman brazenly suck off her husband. Rita had never felt so close to her son or any other man in her life, for that matter. As she watched Teri's rapturous face sucking Lance, Rita almost wished she was sucking Brady's cock. But how could that even be possible. It was one thing to stroke him and let him play with her exposed nipples in front of the other couple. It was just part of playing along with their little charade of being a couple, wasn't it?

Actually sucking Brady's cock was beyond reality, but it seemed harmless enough to think about it now. The heated tingling sensation it made her feel deep in her pussy was worth it.

Lance was soon groaning harder and thrusting his cock into his wife's eager mouth. "Gonna cum, baby," he groaned desperately. "Take it for me, baby, take that cum!"

Rita gasped almost as loud as Lance and watched in awe as he pumped his wife's mouth full of cum. Teri looked like she was in heaven taking her husband's load, swallowing every drop as her amazed audience looked on.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, too," Brady groaned.

Rita pumped her son's beautiful dick harder and faster, fully aware of Teri and Lance watching her do it while Brady finally moaned and spurt an amazing load of cum into the grass.

Brady and Lance both put their cocks away and zipped up their pants. Rita pulled her dress back up over tits, at least up high enough to hide her areolas. They all walked back to the party together and had another drink. After that, Brady and Rita got up to leave, but Teri made them promise to come visit for a more private party sometime.

Rita felt like she was in a trance every step they took going back to Brady's car. Her panties were still wet to remind her of everything that just happened. The first ten minutes of the ride went by in silence. Rita's head was swimming and she didn't know what to say, even though she was dying to talk about it.

"Did you have a good time?" Brady finally asked.

"Oh my god, I can't believe that happened. I can't even imagine what you must think of me right now."

He smiled that devastatingly handsome smile of his. "I think you were so hot, and that you made me cum really hard."

Just hearing him say it made Rita's pussy begin to flush with heat all over again. "Oh god," she said. "Umm, sweetheart? Do you always cum so much?"

"No. That was because of you."

"Not because of Teri and Lance?"

"Maybe a little, but I didn't know I was going to get that excited having my hot mother jerk me off in front of other people."

Rita paused when he called her hot, but then she thought about it more.

"Is anything like that going to happen again?" she asked, turning the decision over to him. She knew she would never be able to resist anything he wanted. He was in charge. He'd been gradually taking charge of everything ever since he moved back in after college and started his job. Including her.

"Yes," he said. "It is."

"Did you know something was going to happen with Teri and Lance?"

"I didn't know, but it was a good possibility. I talk to Lance a lot at lunches."

"So, you know him better than you said at first. Is that why you wanted to make them think I'm your girlfriend?"

Brady just smiled coyly and nodded. "You still haven't answered my question. Did you have a good time?"

Rita was embarrassed to admit how much she liked what happened. When she didn't say anything, Brady pulled the car into an empty parking for an abandoned plaza. Rita's pulse began to race as he slowly drove behind the building, out of sight of the main road. He shut off the car, unbuckled his seatbelt, and then turned in his seat toward his mother.

"So, Mom? Did you have a good time?"

Rita felt nervous but excited. She still couldn't bring herself to reply, and Brady put his hand on her upper thigh. The mere touch of his warm palm felt better than she ever imagined. She immediately let her thick, smooth legs fall open wider. Then her son slid his hand up her dress and touched her pussy through her panties. They'd still been wet from the party, but with Brady touching her slit she began dripping fresh dew.

Brady's large fingers began pressing into his mother's pussy and rubbing along her slit through her panties.

"You're soaked," he pointed out arrogantly. "You did have a good time."

"Oh god, Brady. Baby," she sighed. "Is that so bad?"

"No, Mother. That's good. Very, very good."

Then his finger slipped past her panties and played along her moist pussy lips. "Ohhh, fuck, Brady. This is a bad idea. So bad."

"And you're a bad girl. You just jerked off your own son in front of two other people at a party. And now your pussy is dripping like melting ice cream."

Brady then unbuckled his mother's belt and reached back under her dress. This time he just pulled on her panties, yanking them down as she lifted her ass off the seat to let him. Once the panties were discarded on the floor of the car, he reached back between his mother's legs and started massaging her wet slit. Rita pulled her dress around her hips and opened her legs as far as she could in the car. Damn it! She knew he could do this to her. But his fingers felt so good, slipping and sliding all over her slippery pussy.

She wanted to protest, but she knew she was his now. Her logic and resistance meant nothing anymore. All that mattered were those long, thick fingers driving her whole body into shivers of pleasure just from touching her pussy. Brady pushed one finger into her hole and immediately found her G spot. It was as if he had a map that went straight to the place. He rubbed the spot and ground his thumb over her clit while she sank lower in her seat. She could hardly draw breath. He pulled her big, heavy tits free of her skimpy dress and spent a long time sucking her nipples while he massaged her pussy inside and out.

"Oh, oh, god, Brady!" she cried as the first orgasm rippled through her entire body.

His fingers stroked lighter and easier in the wake of her climax, slowly building her up to another. He started kissing her, and she parted her lips immediately, inviting his tongue into her mouth. She was there for him. He had already gotten her to do so many things she never would have done for her ex. But her son was a better man than his father. In every way. He was bolder and so much more passionate. And she shivered to think he was kinkier than his father. How far would he make her go? Did it even matter? She already knew she didn't have the will or the desire to refuse her son anything.

Brady skillfully fingered his mother to another climax, then he got out of the car and went to her side, opening her door. "Kneel on the seat, Mom," he told her forcefully. With your ass up and facing me."

Rita had never done anything more in a car than make out and give a boy a handjob. And Brady's father always disapproved of anything weird or risky. Part of her was frightened, wondering what he had in mind. Another part was so excited her juices were trickling down her thighs. When she shuffled into a position with her knees on the passenger seat and her hands on the driver's, she felt him yanking down on her dress which was now bunched around her middle. But Brady pulled it down until she had to lift each knee to let him take it off her completely.

She then felt her son's big hands feeling her thighs and the cheeks of her ass, squeezing her globes and pulling them apart. One hand dipped down to her pussy and stroked her lips. She couldn't remember ever feeling so wet. Brady then started smearing her fuckhoney over her asshole, massaging the tight bud with his slippery fingers. She was afraid he was going to push his finger up her ass, but then he suddenly stopped and a moment later she felt him licking her tight little rimhole.

Rita pulled in a sharp breath when she felt her son lick her asshole. He lapped at her bud until her pussy juices were gone and then he just kept on going, stabbing the tip of his tongue past her ring while fingering her pussy at the same time.

"Oh my god, Brady, no," she cried breathlessly. "No, no, noooooo...yes, oh yes, fuck yes!"

Rita almost forgot they were in a parked car behind an abandoned shopping plaza. Her son's tongue kept lapping and probing her asshole while he fingered her dripping slit until she climaxed with deep moans and shivers running through her shamelessly naked body.

The blonde was beginning to lose track of how many times her son was making her cum. She stayed in her position on all fours across the two front seats and tried to catch her breath. Besides, she didn't know how she could look her own son in the eye right after he pushed his tongue into her asshole and made her cum like a shameless slut. But maybe that's what she was after all and simply didn't know it. Maybe it took the incredible son in the world to unlock the door. Either way, the feel of Brady's hands running over her thighs and ass was too good to be overthinking everything that was happening. She loved the way he was now touching her body just as he pleased, pleasing himself and her at the same time. She never wanted it to stop.

Then Brady's hands left her body, and a second later she could hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down.

Oh god, she thought. He's going to fuck me. My own son is going to shove that big, gorgeous cock all the way into his mother's dripping fuckhole.

Then, with one hand clutching the cheek of her ass, Rita felt the tip of Brady's cock rubbing up and down along her wet slit.

"Baby," she called back to him, "are you gonna do what I think you're gonna do?"

"That depends what you think I'm gonna do, Mom," he replied.

And before she could say another work, her son's thick cock head pushed into her pussy. Rita gasped. Her eyes watered with excitement while her whole body felt like it was on fire. Then Brady pushed his cock deeper, sliding his shaft into her hole inch by inch until she felt a fullness in her tunnel she'd never felt before.

Having to keep both knees on the car seat forced Rita to keep her thighs closer than she would have somewhere else. It tightened up the entrance to her pussy so Brady had to work a little harder to push his cock into her. Her pussy was clamping down harder on his fat shaft and also making her channel feel that much fuller. The underside of her son's hard stalk was rubbing against her G spot as he pushed deeper, making it hard for the naked mother to breathe.

Large, strong hands clutched at Rita's hips while her son began to saw his throbbing prick in and out of her hole. She could hear him straining and grunting as he fucked her with his head above the roof of the car. The blonde merely bit her bottom lip and whimpered. Her pussy had never felt so full. She had never felt such powerful, eager cock thrusts into her body from any other man. She had to brace herself against Brady's forceful lunges.

Years ago, before she was married to Brady's father, Rita had fucked a guy with a cock about as big as her son's, but certainly no bigger. She could remember how good it felt, but with Brady it felt like he was fucking her soul, not just her body. It was a feeling she knew she could never feel with anyone but her hard, confident son. His cock was iron hard and driving into her hard and fast, his hands firmly clutching her hips. He made her feel beautiful, loved and needed the way no one else ever made her feel. But he also made her feel like a slut. His slut alone, to take when he needed, just as he was taking her now.

Brady deserved this. She belonged to him completely now. She wished they were at home in her bed where she could see his face. Where he could kiss her like he owned her forever. But there, bent over in his car, he was just a big, throbbing cock pounding into her without mercy. He was giving her something she needed more than she realized. His long, hard thrusts were making her whole body quiver with pleasure, and she could feel a powerful climax beginning to build in her core.

Rita wasn't fooling herself, though. Yes, she loved Brady more than life itself, but she also knew that a huge amount of the pleasure she was feeling from his pounding, pumping man cock was because he was her son - the very last person on Earth who should be fucking her. Yet it was exquisite and so forbidden, and she knew there could never be another man for her after this.

Brady was grunting louder and deeper. His cock was shoving harder and faster into his mother's hungry pussy hole. She felt one of his hands move until his thumb was teasing her asshole while he pumped into her with all his strength.

With the tip of her son's thumb wedging into her ass, Rita began moaning and sputtering incoherently as the climax began ripping through her body. Her pussy was tightening, clenching against the hard drive of Brady's cock. But before her orgasm was over, Brady growled deeply and spurted a hot flow of cum into his mother's pussy that felt even bigger than the load he'd shot on the grass at the party.

Brady kept fucking into his mother until his cock began to soften. Rita could feel his excess cum dribbling onto her thighs. After he pulled out, he backed away and zipped up his pants while she rearranged herself back on the passenger's seat. Seconds later, her fully dressed son got into the driver's seat. He leaned over and kissed his mother long and hard, his hands groping her large, still naked tits.

Rita leaned over to retrieve her panties and dress from the floor of the car, but Brady stopped her with his hand.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.

"I was just going to put my clothes back on for the rest of the ride home. Where I assume you're going to want to fuck your needy mother again before the end of the evening." The blonde smiled coyly at him.

"You won't be needing clothes. Not for a while," he told her, leering at her lusciously exposed tits. "I'll pull into the garage so the neighbors can't see you walking into the house naked. But this is how I want you for now."

"Yes, baby," she said, her smile growing wider. It was already growing dark out, but it felt scandalously naughty to let her son drive her home naked. "Anything you want," she added. "Anything at all."​