Mom and Son’s Bathroom Tryst

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Baseball practice ended earlier than usual on account of the excessive heat, which was a huge relief for the entire team. I hitched a ride with a friend and sent a text to my dad saying that he didn’t have to pick me up. I didn’t have a car (which was a little embarrassing since I was one of just few a seniors who didn’t), so I took the bus to and from school, but practice ran later than the last round of buses, so on those days one of my parents would pick me up, usually my dad.

When I got home, I was pleased to find that my mom wasn’t home yet, so I had the house to myself. Normally, I would take advantage of my solitude by jerking off without headphones, but I was starving and, more importantly, in desperate need of a shower. I grabbed an apple to appease my stomach and devoured it as I went upstairs.

I stripped down in my bedroom and grabbed a change of clothes before heading into the bathroom, which only I used for bathing since there was a bathroom attached to the master bedroom. I turned the shower on, but to my frustration, the water trickled out of the shower head. I turned it off and on a few times with no change, then tried the sink and found that it too had no water pressure.

Naked and annoyed, I headed down the hall to my parents’ room to check if their bathroom was working and was glad to see that it was. We had a third bathroom downstairs by the guest bedroom, but in that moment, it was entirely too far of a walk, so I decided to take a quick shower here before they got home. However, the hot water was so relaxing, I spent a few extra minutes just standing under the spray, letting the heat work on my sore muscles.

When I finally shut off the water and stepped out of the tub, I immediately realized that I didn’t have my towel or, more importantly, any clean clothes. There was no way I was putting my sweat-soaked gym clothes back on, so I grabbed a spare towel from the closet and dried off quickly, determined to get back to my bathroom before either of my parents got home. But just as I was about to the open the door and make a mad dash out of there, I heard the familiar sound of Mom giggling.

“Alright, but we have to hurry, you have to go pick up Calvin soon,” Mom said, to which Dad agreed. He was terrible about checking his texts.

I heard them kissing and then what I figured was the sound of one or both of them falling onto the bed. A moment later, Mom moaned hard and I figured Dad had just entered her, an assumption that was proven right seconds later by the sound of flesh hitting flesh and her moaning and urging him to fuck her harder.

This went on for all of two minutes. Then Dad grunted and a moment later he cursed and apologized. “It’s okay, you have to get Calvin anyway,” Mom said, but even I could tell she was disappointed.

“Alright, I’m just gonna get changed first,” he replied, sounding defeated. “I’ll pick up a pizza on the way home.”

“Oh, good, get bread sticks please. And extra sauce.” I wanted so badly to bust out of the bathroom and ask for garlic bread sticks instead, but managed to contain myself. “Rob, wait,” Mom sad, presumably as Dad was walking out, and then I heard them kissing again. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he reciprocated, sounding more upbeat.

I wasn’t sure what to do at that point. I knew that my dad was gone, but couldn’t tell where Mom was. I was just about to crack the door open and check if the coast was clear when the door swung open and I was suddenly face-to-face with my mom, both of us completely naked. Our eyes locked, then dropped simultaneously. Her eyes grew noticeably larger when they reached my hard dick and her jaw dropped a little. I imagine I had a similar expression as I drank in the sight of her nude body.

At 42, Mom had an amazing body. For as long as I could remember, she would wake up at 6 AM four days a week and start her day with a long run (or a ride on her stationary bike in the colder months), followed by Yoga and some body-weight exercises. She must’ve had a great skin care routine too, because her skin was flawless and, along with her fit figure, made her look much younger than she really was.

My attention was drawn to her breasts first; I’d always known they were big, but they were much perkier than I expected and so full and round. Her areolas were dark pink and not much barely wider than the thick, long nipples that protruded from them. Her stomach was tight and toned, her waist small and her hips wide. There was a tuft of hair above her crotch, as dark, thick and curly as the hair that fell from her head to her mid-back, but her pussy was shaven and glistening from the juices of her arousal and Dad’s orgasm.

While I was checking her out, Mom was doing the same to me. I had played on the school soccer and baseball teams for the past six years, plus I was very active outside of school as well, and it showed. Mom’s focus lingered on my strong chest and solid six-pack, though she seemed most fixated on my cock. It was six and three quarters inches long and thick enough that the one girl who had touched it so far was barely able to get her hand fully around it; I wasn’t huge, but I was definitely big.

I’d lost my virginity to that girl, Olivia, about a month earlier, a week or so after my 18th birthday. As soon as she pulled my dick out, she remarked that I was “pretty big, but too hairy” and I was surprised to learn that I was well endowed. I did wonder if she was just being nice, so I measured myself later that night (after I trimmed my pubes) and found that I was was an inch or so above average. That gave me a big boost in confidence.

Yet, as I stood in front of Mom in the bathroom, I didn’t know what to say or do and to make matters worse, it didn’t seem like she did either. Then Dad’s voice came out of nowhere and shocked us both even more than we already were.

“Hey, Calvin texted me he doesn’t need a ride, you still want pizza or should we just make pasta or something?” His voice was coming from the hallway. Mom turned away from me and closed the door most of the way in case he walked into the bedroom. My eyes dropped to her firm, perfectly round ass, by far my favorite body part of hers.

“Um, I, uh–yeah, get the pizza please,” Mom replied, clearly frazzled.

“Alright, you got it,” he answered. “I think I’m gonna get the garlic bread sticks instead of the regular ones,” he added as she walked away, his voice getting fainter. I celebrated internally when he said that.

Mom closed the door all the way and turned back toward me. I was a tad bit nervous now, but my heart was pounding hard. Mom took a step toward me, leaving a small gap between us and a much smaller one between the head of my member and her tummy. She tilted her head back to look up at me, our eyes locking, and in that instant we both knew what would come next.

“This is so bad,” Mom commented as she gingerly wrapped her fingers around my hard on and stroked it slowly. “But I’m so horny and you’re so big,” she continued, caving to her arousal.

I lowered myself a little and wrapped my arms around her, one hand grasping her firm ass and the other her tiny waist. As I lifted her and moved forward, pinning her against the door and my dick between our abdomens, she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. Our lips locked and Mom was first to send her tongue out, swiping at my lips until they opened and my tongue happily welcomed hers.

We kissed passionately for a moment before Mom’s lips wandered down my chin and found a spot on my neck that she liked and latched on, where she sucked hard and occasionally bit. While she left an obvious hickey, I slipped a hand under her, grazing her tight butt hole before arriving at her wet pussy. I slipped my middle finger into her and the remains of my dad’s load came oozing out. Mom responded with a moan and a hard bite.

“Fuck me,” Mom said before finding a new spot on my neck to brand, and I was happy to oblige. I moved my hips back and she lined my cock up with her gushing cunt. Then, with an over zealous thrust, I penetrated her. She groaned and her fingernails dug into my back. I pushed further into her and she urged me on, saying things like, “Yeah, baby, deeper,” and, “give me that big cock, give me all of it,” until the length of my dick was completely inside her. I held there for a moment, enjoying the warm embrace of her soft walls.

As I began pumping in and out of Mom, our lips met again and our tongues scrambled across each other. The harder I pounded her, the harder her nails pressed into my back and her moans filled my mouth. After just a few minutes, Mom started moaning hard and clung to me like her life depended on it.

“Yes, baby, yes,” she hissed. “I’m gonna cum–I’m gonna cum on your big dick, make me cum!” I could feel her orgasm by the way her pussy contracted around my cock and the flood of her nectar, but even if I couldn’t, it was abundantly obvious; she gripped me so tight that I thought she would draw blood and her whole body was quivering. I kept fucking her as she climaxed, though it only lasted a moment.

As she came down, I pivoted toward the nearby sink and sat her on the edge of the counter, never letting my dick withdraw from the clutch of her cunt. She slouched back against the mirror, knocking a bunch of stuff over, and I groped at one tit while my mouth found the other, sucking on the nipple. I fucked her slower now, pulling out almost all the way before each thrust, and soon I felt my own orgasm overtaking me.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said breathlessly.

“Cum inside me,” Mom ordered, music to my ears. My dick flexed against inside her and started spewing thick, hot wads. I swear I’d never cum as hard or as much as I did then. “Yes, that’s it, baby, give me every last drop,” Mom said as I grunted and tried to push my dick deeper inside her than was possible.

When I pulled out, Mom let out a soft whimper of disappointment. My cum started leaking out of her like the water from my broken shower and we both watched it drip down onto the counter top.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Mom said as she slipped a couple fingers into her pussy, scooping out some of my jizz. “You can never tell anyone about this.”

“Yeah, I know,” I agreed as Mom brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted my cum. She hummed happily and gathered a second helping, so apparently she liked my flavor.

“Okay, I need to take a shower and you need to put some clothes on before your dad gets back. We’ll talk about this later.” I turned to leave, but she grabbed my arm and pulled me back to her, and gave me a kissed me softly on the lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Mom,” I replied and left, my head spinning.

Dinner was pretty normal despite the incident. Dad commented on the red marks Mom had given me and I of course lied and said it was from a girl at school. The only out-of-the-ordinary behavior was the flirty glances Mom and I exchanged from time to time. While Dad carried the conversation, I wondered if what Mom and I did was a one-off or if it was just the beginning.

After dinner, Mom and Dad watched a bit of TV while I did homework in my bedroom. A little after seven o’clock, there was a soft tapping at my door and I knew instantly that it was Mom. Before I had a chance to invite her in, she was opening the door just enough to slip through.

“Hey,” she said as she shut the door and leaned back against the wall. “You okay?” She was wearing a tiny gray top and no bra (made clear by the obvious protrusions of her nipples), which was unusual for her. A pair of purple leggings clung to her lower body, stretched thin around her toned thighs and across the lips between them, giving her a slight camel-toe.

“Yep, I’m good, definitely good,” I replied enthusiastically, sitting up and inching down my bed. “Um, what about you?” I added as an afterthought.

A big smile spread across her lips and she looked down, nodding softly. “Yeah, I’m good too. Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Was that–was that your first time?”

“Um, no, I actually hooked up with Oscar’s sister a few times recently,” I answered honestly, referring to one of my friends, Oscar, and his older sister, Olivia. She was a bit of a slut and had fucked a couple of our other friends before me, but when she started blatantly coming onto me, I jumped at the opportunity to lose my virginity. In the following couple of weeks, we hooked up five more times.

Then one night when we were all hanging out at Oscar’s house, lounging around the pool, I noticed that Olivia was all over Ryan, another one of our friends, and a little later they both disappeared for a while. I was angry and jealous at first, but a couple weeks later she dropped Ryan as abruptly as she had done to me, and then helped me get over it.

“Ah, that’s a little disappointing,” Mom admitted to my surprise. “Oh well, I guess a mom can’t be there for all of her baby boy’s firsts.” She winked and slipped out as unexpectedly as she had slipped in. I still didn’t know what to think about the whole situation.

I was really hoping that Mom would come back that night and even stayed up later than usual in case she did, passing the time with TV, video games and social media, but she never showed. When I awoke in the morning, the TV was still on, the volume faint and inaudible over the sound of Mom sucking my morning wood.

The sensation of Mom’s mouth slurping on the head of my cock while her hand pumped the shaft skillfully jolted me awake, but she was so focused, she didn’t even notice that I had awoken. Her sports bra was under her tits, letting them jiggle and bounce as she sucked me off.

I had barely gathered my senses when my balls tightened and a fat load of cum rushing up my dick to satisfy Mom’s thirst. Her hand kept massaging my cock as I sprayed the inside of her mouth with hot cum, coaxing out as much as she could. She kept sucking and stroking until I my dick began to soften and shrink, my juices leaking out of her mouth and spilling down my shaft.

When Mom finally pulled her mouth off of me, she immediately pursed her lips and tilted her head back to prevent losing anymore of her post-workout snack. She straightened up and sat back on her thighs, looking down at me. My head was swirling as she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out a little, letting a portion of her prize spill out, falling in thick globs on her exposed tits. She closed her mouth and swallowed hard, then stuck out her mostly-clean tongue as proof that she had gulped it down.

“Hmm, you taste good,” Mom said as she massaged her own chest, spreading my cum all over her breasts, making them gleam in the morning light. “How about a kiss?” she asked with a smirk, probably expecting me to say no since I had just ejaculated in her mouth.

“Yes, please,” I replied quickly, grabbing her arm and pulling her on top of me. Her hard nipples pressed into my chest as we shared a long, passionate kiss. “Hey, I really do taste good,” I joked when Mom broke off, and she giggled and hummed a ‘mm-hmm’ in agreement. She sat back on my dick, which was already starting to harden again, and pulled her top off. “Might as well take these off, too,” I said of her shorts as I gave her ass a firm smack and a hard squeeze.

“Hmm, yes, sir,” Mom said softly while rolling off of me. “We have to be quick, your dad will be up soon.” As soon as her shorts were off, I was between her thighs, the head of my thick rod poking at her pussy. Grasping it near the middle, I ran the tip up and down her tight pink folds several times before lining myself up and parting her soft, pink lips.

She moaned as I entered her and spread her legs wider to allow me deeper access. I pumped slowly at first, drilling my cock deeper between her tender walls until I was bottoming out with each thrust. “Oh, fuck, your dick fills my pussy so perfectly; it’s like they were made for each other.”

Mom slipped her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a sloppy kiss. I moved a hand to her chest and grabbed one of her tits roughly, causing her to moan hard into my mouth. Her legs wrapped around me as I plowed into her and my hand moved down to her ass, my fingers digging in. Her lips went to my neck, sucking and biting and she wiggled a hand between us to play with her clit.

By the time I felt my climax coming, I was exhausted and we were both covered in sweat. “Yes, I’m gonna cum,” Mom exclaimed right before I could tell her the same thing. “I’m gonna cum so fucking hard, baby,” she said, rubbing her clit faster.

“Me too,” I replied breathlessly, “want me to cum inside you again?”

“No, cum on my tits,” she replied quickly through labored breaths, seconds before she crossed into euphoria. Her legs coiled more tightly around me and her mouth clamped down on my neck, which, thankfully, muffled her cries of pleasure. Her pussy pulsed around my cock, begging for my seed, and its pleas worked. It took all my will-power to pull out, but I managed, and I quickly grabbed hold of my throbbing cock.

I leaned over her and aimed for her chest, but I erupted more forcefully than I expected and the first shot completely missed its mark, landing instead on her face. Mom was still in the throes of her own orgasm and barely flinched when my hot spunk hit her. The long, thick rope of semen stretched from her chin all the way to the bridge of her nose. I corrected my aim and sprayed the rest all over her tits and tummy.

Mom was still shaking as I wrung out the last of my cum and wiped it on her thigh. She was coming down slowly from her peak, her fingers continuing to rub her clit gently. When I was done cumming on her, I laid down between her legs and pushed her hand aside, replacing it with my mouth.

Almost as soon as I started sucking on her clit, her body tensed up and she let out a carnal grunt. She grabbed my head and pulled my face into her, and a second later I felt a hot jet of her juices on my chin. I replaced my lips with my fingers on her clit and moved my mouth down to let her squirt into my mouth, a little surprised by the sweet taste.

Mom pushed my face and hand away after a moment and struggled to sit up, though she was breathing heavily and obviously weak, evidenced by the way she fell back almost immediately.

“Hmm, you taste good,” I said as I laid down next to her and she laughed at the juxtaposition. I put a hand on her stomach and rubbed my cream into her skin, then did the same with her breasts. She finally took notice of the cum splattered across her face and started pushing it into her mouth.

“What time is it?” she asked as she finished off her snack. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table to check.

“Seven-forty-eight,” I replied, noting that I’d forgotten to set my alarm the night before. My bus would be arriving any minute.

Mom gasped and shot up. “Your dad will be up in two minutes, I need to get in the shower,” she said quickly as she jumped out of bed, the adrenaline washing away any remnants of her explosive orgasm. She was half way out the door when she realized she’d forgotten her clothes and halted abruptly.

“I’ll take care of them,” I said, knowing instantly why she stopped, and grabbed up her dirty workout clothes as she disappeared down the hall. “Guess I gotta change my sheets,” I said to myself as I shoved the sports bra and shorts under my pillow.

It was a pretty uneventful day after that, or at least I think it was; I was too busy thinking about Mom to really notice anything going on around me most of the day. On one of my free periods, I met up with a few of my friends and they of course inquired about the hickeys on my neck. I told them I didn’t want to talk about it, but, of course, they didn’t let it go.

“Listen, guys, she’s happily married and I would hate to ruin one of your parents’ relationship, so I gotta keep this one a secret,” I half joked, but my own comment got me thinking about my own Mom and Dad’s relationship. Was I breaking up my own family?

“Well, I know it’s not my mom then, ’cause that marriage is definitely not a happy one,” Oscar quipped back in a kidding manner, though well all knew that there was truth to it. We laughed anyway and the subject was quickly changed after that, getting me and my neck off the hook for a while.

It was another brutally hot day, so practice ended early again and I bummed a ride home once more. I pulled out my phone to let Dad know, but found myself texting Mom first; I told her I’d be home around four, then sent my dad a message to not pick me up.

When I got home, I went to my room to get clean clothes, then headed for the downstairs bathroom, since mine wouldn’t be fixed for a few days. I was rinsing off when I heard the shower curtain moving behind me and spun around quickly to see Mom standing there, still in her business attire.

Her black, pinstriped slacks were loose near below the knees, but hugged her toned thighs snugly and were stretched tight around her wide hips and juicy ass, which looked even more delectable than usual because of her high heels. She had already undone several buttons on her white blouse and was quickly working on the rest.

“Mind if I join you?” Mom asked with a smirk as she tugged the bottom of her shirt out of her pants, her tits bouncing gently and threatening to pop out of her skimpy red bra.

“It would be my genuine pleasure,” I answered as she dropped her blouse on the floor and promptly relieved herself of her bra as well. I reached out and pinched at one her nipples and she smacked my hand away playfully.

Mom turned her back to me before kicking off her heels and removing her pants, slipping them down slowly to tease me. The red thong matched her discarded bra, the back of it lost between her fat cheeks. The crotch stuck to her mound for a second when she pushed the thong down her thighs, then her tiny undies dropped to her ankles. She remained bent over for a moment, sliding a hand between her thighs and spreading her outer lips with two fingers, revealing the pink heaven within. My dick was painfully hard and I started stroking it while she presented her pussy to me.

“And that will be my genuine pleasure,” Mom remarked as she turned back toward me and her eyes locked on my stiff manhood. As soon as she stepped into the shower, we embraced and kissed, and a moment later I had her against the wall, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me, my dick buried inside her.

While I was pounding her sweet cunt, I was also teasing her butt hole, rubbing a fingertip around the sphincter and occasionally poking in to the first joint. She didn’t object at all the first few times, so then I slid my finger in deeper, causing her to gasp sharply.

“Baby–” she said softly, her breathing heavy.

“I wanna put fuck you in the ass,” I said before she could continue. She thought about it for a moment, then gave me a small nod.

“I guess there’s no better place for anal than the shower anyway.” I put her down and took half a step backward so she could turn around. She leaned against the wall and stuck her ass out, then she moved a hand to her ass and pulled on one of her cheeks, offering her asshole to me. “Be gentle, it’s not the same as fucking my pussy.”

I stepped up right behind her and guided my dick to her asshole. It took more effort than I expected, but the head finally slid inside and Mom’s winced and gasped. I pushed myself a little deeper into her and then Mom stopped me with a hand on my stomach.

“Wait, stop. Pull it out.” I was confused, but complied immediately, removing my dick from her ass. “It’s okay,” she said gently, seeing my disappointment, “just turn the water off and wait here a minute.” She stepped out of the tub and left the bathroom, leaving me wet, naked and alone. I was about to get out and dry off when she reappeared with a small bottle in her hand. “You’re way too big to do this without lube,” she said as she popped the cap on the bottle and squirted a generous amount into her hand.

She got back in the shower and began stroking my cock, which had softened a bit in the interim but quickly hardened again as she coated it with the slippery liquid. She then turned around, bending over and taking the same position that she had been in before, and applied the lube all around her asshole, even sliding a finger inside.

“Okay, I’m ready,” Mom told me as she braced against the wall.

I stepped up behind her and once again prodded at her tight asshole with my engorged cock, but this time I penetrated her much more easily. It still felt tight, but the friction was reduced substantially. Without haste, I slid deeper into her and she moaned gently. She was so tense as I inched myself into her, until my pelvis was pressed into her ass, my cock completely lost inside her. I gave her ass a sharp smack and she groaned softly.

I fucked her ass gently at first, withdrawing slowly and drilling steadily, but gradually I picked up steam and became more untamed with each thrust. “Oh, fuck, yes, that feels amazing. Stretch my ass out, baby, fuck me hard,” Mom said, and I was happy to comply.

I clamped my hands on her slim waist and bucked into her roughly. Mom’s head shot up and her back arched as she cried out in pain and pleasure. I let loose and fucked her wildly, a lewd clapping sound filling the bathroom (and probably the whole house) as my body slammed against her round ass.

“You like that?” I whispered into her ear as I leaned over her. “You like having your son’s dick in your ass?”

“Oh, yes, baby, yes, tear me open!”

I slid a hand between her thighs, pushing two fingers into her hot cunt. She cried out in pleasure and clasped a hand over mine, forcing my fingers deeper inside her and pushing the heel of my hand into her clit. A moment later, I felt the walls of her pussy squeeze my fingers and the surge of her fresh nectar rushing around them.

Then Mom tore my hand away from her cunt and worked at her clit herself; seconds later I felt her warm juices spraying my balls. She started slouching when her orgasm subsided, but I wrapped my arms around her and held her against me while I kept railing her ass with all my strength, making Mom squeal and grunt like an animal.

“I’m gonna cum in your ass,” I stated a few minutes later and she mumbled her consent. I was delving deep and withdrawing almost completely each time. I crossed the edge as I pulled back and slammed into her as I erupted.

I kept my dick inside her until I had drained every drop into her asshole, then retreated slowly. As I pulled out, cum followed, streaking down her thigh. She turned, put her back against the wall and slid down it until she was sitting on the shower floor, my load still escaping in spurts.

“Turn the water on,” she said weakly, and I did, flinching as cold water hit my back then quickly turned hot. I reached down with both hands and took hold of her wrists, pulling her to feet. She farted as she stood and a big glob of my baby batter bubbled out of her ass. We both laughed, then I pulled her close and kissed her as the hot water cleansed us. “Alright, get outta here, I need to get cleaned up,” she said as she gently pushed me out of the shower. “And we need to have a talk before your dad gets home,” she said as I dried off and she turned her back to the shower head, fingering her ass to get the last of my load out.

I waited in the living room for her, dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and idly browsed on my phone. She passed through naked after she was done showering, carrying her work clothes, and told me to hang on while she got dressed. She returned a few minutes later wearing a pair of dark blue leggings and a black tank-top, her hair still wet and clinging to her neck and shoulders and back.

“Alright, we gotta talk about this,” she said as she sat at the opposite end of the couch from me, folding a leg under her butt.

“Okay,” I mumbled as I shifted in my seat to face her. I noticed her eyes drift downward and followed her gaze to my crotch, where the outline of my dick, soft but swollen, was clearly visible through my gray polyester shorts.

“So, it’s been a wild twenty-four hours–” Mom started, but I cut her off.

“I don’t want to stop, but I don’t want to come between you and Dad,” I said confidently, having recited that line dozens of times while I waited for her. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped, then she scooted scooted just a bit closer, smiling big.

“No, baby, you’re not coming between us, I promise. It’s–it’s complicated.”

“More than anyone but you,” she replied tenderly. “Listen, love is complicated.” She moved closer to the middle of the couch and I did the same. “I love your father with all my heart, for so many different reasons; he’s sweet and considerate; he makes me laugh and never makes me cry; he would do anything to take care of us; and we just meld on virtually every level. But the one area where he lets me down, is with sex. He doesn’t have the sex drive to satisfy me anymore and, well, to completely honest, he doesn’t have the equipment that you do.” She had been glaring at that middle cushion, concentrating on her words and only glancing up at me occasionally, but her gaze met mine then. “You do.”

“I–” I started, but she stopped me with a hand gesture.

“Your dad suggested a long time ago that I seek pleasure outside of our relationship. He loved– no, he loves me with all his heart, I know he does, so he suggested an open-marriage. He told me to find a man who could satisfy my needs, but I rejected it. At the time, I think I was scared of ruining what we had, and recently I’ve been regretting it.” She paused and took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking about cheating on him. I didn’t realize how much good sex mattered to me when I rejected his offer and I didn’t know how to bring it up again when I finally did realize.

“Your dad has–well, he’s not as big as you are, and he certainly doesn’t last as long either. You’re exactly what I need. You’re the best sex I’ve ever had. I almost never cum with him, and no one has ever made me squirt before except myself. Oh, and I never even thought about letting someone fuck my ass before. But damn, Cal, that was amazing. I love fucking you and I think it’s exactly what I need to save my marriage.” She paused and scooted a bit closer to me, putting a hand on my upper thigh. “Now, we’ve got like twenty minutes before your dad gets home. So what do you say, wanna fuck me on the kitchen table?”

“Hell yes,” I said as I stood up, already hard as a rock from her monologue. “Would it be weird if I asked you to call me daddy?” I added hesitantly as Mom took my hand lead me to the kitchen.

“Yes, extremely weird. I’m not doing that.”

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