*All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*
*Previous Chapters:*
[Chapters 1 and 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f1sso4/the_sex_talk_chapters_1_and_2_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f1su4x/the_sex_talk_chapter_3_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapters 4 and 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gormh0/the_sex_talk_chapters_4_and_5_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hi3d0w/the_sex_talk_chapters_6_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/idx3ai/the_sex_talk_chapters_7_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j1j2y0/the_sex_talk_chapters_8_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jguwl9/the_sex_talk_chapters_9_mf_inc_cheat/)
[Chapter 10](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jkylyn/the_sex_talk_chapters_10_mf_inc_cheat/)
The water splashed in the sink and Naomi stared down at it with a faraway expression. Dishes stood next to her on the counter getting no cleaner. Her mind raced as she thought of the ever-widening spiral of depravity her son had pulled her down. But he was going to college soon. Like the junkies she’d seen on TV, Naomi needed to go cold turkey and get over her maddening desire for her son. Naomi had never belonged to Barry the way she did to her son, but that would end soon.
“Where’s Barry?” David sauntered into the room and perched himself on a ledge. The morning light formed a halo around his dark hair and accentuated his angular features.
“Don’t call your father that.” Naomi shut off the sink, but the faucet between her legs went full blast at the sight of her handsome son. She tried to look commanding. It was easy to pretend that she was still respected when they were both clothed and she wasn’t declaring herself a mommy slut.
“Call him his name?” David smiled and ran his fingers across the front of his shorts, drawing her attention to his hardness barely concealed underneath.
“Call him ‘Dad’, like you always have. He’s a good man.” She rubbed her legs together, hesitated, and then walked over to David. She dropped to her knees.
“Well, yeah, *Dad* is a good guy.” David joyfully watched her fish his dick out of his shorts, his eyes fixed on the sparkle of diamonds on her finger. “That’s why he’ll take the news so well.”
“Don’t start on that again.” Naomi held her son’s cock with reverence. “I’m not going to tell him about us. Mmmmppppphhhhhh.” Taking him into her mouth, she thrilled at the size and stiffness of him. She had made this man. With some pride, she easily took his full length down her throat. He had taught her well. She imagined that she was his star pupil. That got her thinking of the other women that had slobbered on that cock and her wetness increased.
“We’ll put a pin in that conversation.” David reached down to stop her pumping left hand. He wiggled her wedding ring off her finger.
“Wwwwwhhhhhmmmmmm?” Her dark, questioning eyes looked up at him. She let him remove the ring from her finger because … of course she would.
“Didn’t I tell you?” David laughed, grabbed her brown hair, and pulled her mouth off him. “It’s time this old hunk of rock joined the collection.” He held the ring up to show her, like he’d just discovered buried treasure. “Come on.” He took her hand and led her out of the kitchen, upstairs, to his bedroom. He left her standing in the middle of the room while he rummaged in his messy closet.
“David?” She didn’t mean for her voice to sound so meek. “Can I have my ring back now?”
“What?” David’s voice was muffled as he searched the closet. “No. You can’t. Here it is.” He came back out of the closet holding a small plastic storage box. He held it out to her. “Here, open it.”
“What’s in the box, David?” Naomi’s hands shook. Her son didn’t answer her, so she took the box and carefully pried open the lid. Her eyes went wide. “Are they …?”
“Yep.” David nodded enthusiastically. “What do you think?”
Inside the box, laying in a haphazard fashion, were rings. Many rings. Mostly with diamonds on them. She counted them. There were eighteen. “Did you steal these?” She looked over at her son and his proud smile did not put her at ease. “You have to return them.”
“Don’t be dumb, Mom. I didn’t steal anything.” He thought about it for a second and his smile grew. “Well, that’s not true. I stole the women. But the rings were given to me willingly enough. It’s my collection.”
“These are from the women …” She tried to wrap her head around it. She knew he’d been wreaking havoc to local marriages, but seeing the cold, hard evidence with her own eyes really brought her son’s powers home. What had she created? “These are from the women you slept with?”
“Well, I’ve slept with more than eighteen women, Mom.” He frowned. “These are just the ones I knocked up. I asked them for their wedding rings. As a memento, you know?” He handed Naomi her wedding ring back, and she took it in the palm of her left hand dumbly, as she held the box with her right. He then dropped to his knees and tucked his head under her dress. He reached up and moved her sopping panties aside. He slid two fingers inside her and heard her gasp. “Now, it’s time for you to put your ring in the box.” He leaned forward and licked her gash.
“You want me to … oooohhhhhhhh … but …” She was having a hard time concentrating. How absurd she must look standing in her son’s room, holding the box and her ring, with a large lump under her dress. “What will your father say … when he sees it … missing?” She got no response, just more lapping at her vagina. “What did these other … ah … women tell their husbands?” She remembered that some of these women were white and were going to have mixed babies. Losing a wedding ring would be the least of their problems. “Ooohhhhh … I can’t believe how good you make me feel, sweetie. And you’ve … done the same … to so many others. I … I … I … I’ll do it.” She dropped her ring in the box and tossed it onto his bed with a clatter of platinum and gold. She grasped at his head through her dress and cried out as he brought her to orgasm.
A little while later, as she rode him with steady strokes, Naomi looked over at the bed through half-lidded eyes. She dug her nails into his hard chest. “You’re … ugh … ugh … like a tidal wave, David. Unstoppable. I’m going to be a grandmother, eighteen times over.” She could just see the glitter of the rings in the box at the top of each long bounce on his cock.
“Nineteen, Mom.” David slapped at her tits and sent them in a bit of an elliptical motion as his force combined with hers. “Don’t forget the baby inside you.”
“Yes … yes … the baby inside me.” Her mind was in a frenzy. “A grandmother nineteen … times … aaaahhhhhhhhhh.” Naomi leaned her head back, thrust her hips down hard, and let another orgasm take her body and soul.
~~
“Where’s your ring dear?” Barry looked over at his wife as she served him potatoes. The Suzuki family sat around their dining table, ready to eat.
“Oh, I … um … must have misplaced it in our room last night … or something.” Naomi sat down, avoiding her husband’s eyes. “I’m sure it’ll turn up.” When David left home for college, she’d take the ring back from his box. College would end the madness.
“Oh, right.” Barry nodded and looked over at his son. He didn’t care for the mirthful look in his eyes. Was David happy his mother had misplaced her ring? “Well, try to be more careful. Do you want help looking for it?”
“No, no.” Naomi squeaked. “I probably just put something on top of it on the dresser. I –”
“I have news,” David cut in. “I’ll be doing remote learning this fall. The virus isn’t anywhere near under control, and they’ve shut the dorms, and …” He shrugged. “You know how it goes.”
“I thought that would happen.” Barry nodded. “It’s probably for the best. All those young women on campus would have been a distraction. This way, you can focus on your studies.”
“Wait, what?” If the floor had suddenly given way under Naomi and she had dropped into an endless hole, it would have felt no different that moment than how she felt hearing that news. She clutched at the arm of her chair to steady herself. Her breathing quickened. Adrenaline surged from two distinct parts of her brain. Fear coursed through her, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to control herself with her son home through the fall. And elation spiked as she realized she would feel the ecstasy of David’s cock in what would be a continuous string of lust filled days. It felt like a death sentence, and a pardon at the same time.
“Um, are you okay, dear?” Barry cocked his head at his wife. “You’re screwing your face up like you’ve just had a stroke.”
“Oh?” She looked at her husband and forced a smile. “I’m fine … I’m fine. Everything will be fine.”
From across the table, David smirked at his parents.
~~
Clothes lay all about David’s room. Over near the door was a bra, in a corner a skirt sat rumpled, David’s shirt rested on his desk, and hanging over a lamp was Naomi’s blouse.
Naomi braced herself on her hands and knees, trying to meet each hard thrust from behind. She yelped and groaned as he hit her secret spots deep inside her over and over. Lost in the pleasure of her chained orgasms, she hadn’t kept track of the time. The windows were dark. The room had been brightly lit by sunlight when they’d started, but now shadows ruled. “Ugh … ugh … give it to me … again … sweetie. I’m … your … slut.” The thought that her husband might arrive home any second occupied no part of her mind until there was a knock at David’s door.
“David?” Barry tried to sound like a stern father. “I can hear your … um … dirty movies in there. Time to stop.” This was impossibly awkward for Barry, but it had to be done. “Have you seen your mother? Dinner’s not ready and the whole house is dark.”
David grabbed his mother’s soft hair and lifted her head up. His hips stopped pumping and he leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Time to tell him, Mom.”
“Oh, noooooooooo.” Naomi tried to shake her head but David had a firm grip. “I can’t. Not now.”
“Just a second, Dad,” David called to the door. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “Do it now, or he’s going to find out the hard way.” He pulled out of her and gave her butt a slap.
“Oh, goodness.” Before she even knew what she was doing, Naomi crawled off the bed and ran about the room to find her clothes. She grabbed her panties and shimmied them on. They were still wet from her excitement before they had started, and were about to get wetter as cum leaked out of her. “Oh, no. Oh, gosh.” She didn’t bother with her bra, but fetched her blouse and pulled it on.
“David?” Barry knocked on the door again. “Stop what you’re doing and help me find your mother. I’m worried about her.”
“Just a sec, Dad.” But David didn’t get up, he just watched his mother hurry to pull on her skirt. She looked like a mess. Her hair was messed up, her face sweaty, and her clothes askew. It was perfect.
“Barry?” Naomi went to the door, opened it a crack so that Barry wouldn’t see his naked son, and then slipped out into the hall to face her husband. She felt barely connected to her own actions. She closed the door behind her and looked at Barry with sad eyes. “We have to talk, dear.” She took his hand and led him to their room.
~~
A couple hours later, David walked into the dining room to find his parents seated on opposite sides of the table. “Yum, I smelled pizza. How come no one invited me down?” He grabbed a slice and sat. His father stared at his uneaten pizza on his plate. His mother made eyes at him to cool it, like she was afraid of what her son might do. David smiled at her. “I’m starving. I’ve been working hard all day.”
Naomi gave a sound like a frightened animal.
“Yeah?” Barry didn’t look up from his food.
“How was your day, Dad? Anything interesting happen?”
“Your mother … she … um … told me what you two … have been doing.” Barry shifted his eyes from his plate to a print on the wall far from David. “I … um … was surprised.” It sounded lame, even to him, but what was he supposed to say?
“Oh, yeah?” David took another bite. “You okay with us, with all that?”
“Well, I can … understand … that … um … you’re young and …” Barry’s voice was barely a whisper.
Naomi looked back and forth between the men with wide eyes. This was really happening.
“Okay, cool.” David dropped the pizza and stood. He walked over to his mom, bent down, picked her up, and hefted her over his shoulder so that her feet were in front of David and her head behind him. “Well, we never finished when you interrupted us earlier. So, I’m taking Mom to my room for a while. See you later, Dad.” David walked toward the door, carrying his mother over his shoulder.
Barry looked at his son’s back as he left. He caught his wife’s eyes and she gave him a look filled with remorse. And then they were gone. A few minutes later, he heard thumping from upstairs, and some high-pitched moaning. Barry got up, and headed for the front door. He needed some fresh air.
~~
Several weeks later, Barry worked longer hours. He also made dinner most nights, since his wife was so busy. He went for more walks too, so he wouldn’t have to hear his wife screaming his son’s name.
Late one evening, while Barry worked in the kitchen downstairs, Naomi rode her son on his computer chair. Behind her, on the screen, she knew Mrs. Carrie Kwon was pumping herself with a large dildo as the pregnant wife watched mother and son copulate. This was just another step Naomi had thought she’d never take. But David had really wanted someone to watch them, and he was convincing. And now that the woman was staring at Naomi’s shaking ass, she had to admit that it drove her wild.
“We have to get you two ladies … ah … ah … ah … together … in person.” David leaned sideways to grin at the webcam around his mother’s bouncing boob.
Both women protested that that wasn’t a very good idea, but David only laughed. “Give it time … you two. And … ugh … Mrs. Kwon?”
“Yes?” Carrie plunged the dildo deep into her pussy. It was so much bigger than her husband, but still smaller than David. Her eyelids twitched with pleasure and her mouth hung open.
“I’m about to cum … in my mom … you … ugh … want to see that?”
Hearing that, Naomi’s hips went crazy, she rode him even harder.
“Yes … fill her up … oh, God.” Carrie climaxed watching David’s hands clutch Naomi’s soft, round butt cheeks. His held her all the way onto him, his thighs and arms straining. Even over her own cries, Carrie could hear the poor mother scream in pleasure.
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