Una viuda muy cachonda
Ashlee's tongue slithered up the underside of Gerald's cock, then explored the ridge of his head a moment before she took it between her lips and sucked his shaft. She was pleased to hear the gravely groan of pleasure rise out of his throat. Her third husband was so hard she thought he might even go a second round that night regardless of being twenty years older, and she was doing her best to make it happen.
Gerald started groaning even more deeply as his younger wife put her considerable skill and experience in sucking cock to use. Ashlee knew Gerald had married her primarily for sex. She was his younger trophy wife, but she was grateful since she knew he could've chosen an even younger woman. He may have been average in most ways, but his wealth made him the target of many a gold-digger.
Ashlee didn't like thinking of herself as a gold-digger, but she had her son's university to pay for, and Gerald was very helpful that way as long as she kept up with her wifely duties. The pair still had a cordial relationship outside the bedroom, but Ashlee was under no illusions that love or romance was part the deal. It was a marriage of sexual convenience that fortunately included a feeling of mutual respect. Ashlee was happy enough with Gerald's average cock, which was nothing special but certainly nothing to be ashamed of, either. In the six months they'd been together, he'd even managed to fuck her to orgasm more than once.
By the same token, Gerald was happy with his fit, busty wife with her buttery blonde hair and MILF next door looks. Although Ashlee's body was anything but average. There were telltale signs of her forty-three years, but she kept her body tanned and firm as many girls in their twenties. Being a pretty woman with a surgically sculpted pair of E cup tits made her an impressive sight to men of any age.
It was a third marriage for both of them, and one thing they had in common was that they never expected to find anyone they'd love as much as their first spouses. Her first husband died suddenly after six years of marital bliss. Norman had been the idea man for Ashlee. He had loved and doted on her tirelessly, along with having a much bigger than average cock and being a kinky beast when it came to sex. The blonde had been an avid sexual enthusiast for quite a while even before meeting Norman, but he was the one partner she was able to feel free with. On top of that, they had their beautiful son, Phillip, together. Now in his last year at a prestigious university, Phillip was the shining star of his mother's life.
Ashlee's second husband had been older, too. He'd also passed away suddenly and left her and Phillip very comfortably off, but since Gerald was a nice enough man as well as being rich, Ashlee decided to try being married a third time.
As she gave Gerald a pornstar-worthy blowjob, the luscious blonde started thinking it was time to up the ante to their sex life. Her new husband loved watching her suck his cock like a pro, so she was giving him a nice, nasty show of stroking, licking and sucking his sturdy pole. She began flicking her tongue down his shaft and over his balls, working her way past his sack to lap at his rimhole. She was sure once he discovered how good it felt that he'd be more than willing to return the courtesy. He did give a good pussy licking a couple of times a month, but always seemed hesitant to taste anything past her slit. She was sure that would change after tonight.
But when Ashlee fluttered her talented tongue up against Gerald's rimhole, the older man recoiled in horror, scrabbling up to head of the bed to get away from her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he barked, looking like he'd just witnessed a car crash.
Ashlee sat up, flushed and confused. Gerald's cock was already going down as he sat back and looked at his hot, younger wife like she disgusted him.
"Honey, I was just trying to please you," she explained sweetly.
"What kind of filthy whore would put her tongue ... there?"
Ashlee didn't appreciate being called a whore just for trying to give her own husband a special pleasure. It was arousing to her to be called dirty names, but only when it was meant for fun. But here was her husband calling her a whore to deliberately inflict a wound. The blonde felt her anger rising.
In the past, most of the men she'd been with loved it when she licked their assholes. Only a few tried it and said it just felt too weird, but none had ever insulted her over it.
"Why, you asshole!" she snapped back. "How dare you!"
The fight only got worse from there. A regrettable shouting match ensued, with a lot more name-calling of the unfun variety from both sides. In the end, Ashlee got out of bed and threw on a robe, storming out to go sleep in one of the guest bedrooms.
In the morning, Ashlee was still upset, but she was ready to forgive and forget. Overnight, she'd decided she'd just explore her anal and other adventurous tastes outside her marriage. It hadn't been her plan to cheat on Gerald, but if he was going to call her filthy names just for trying to put her tongue in his ass then why shouldn't she? She'd ended up cheating on her second husband, too. He hadn't been able to satisfy her any better than Gerald, but at least he never called her names.
Ashlee had never cheated on her first husband, Phillip's father. Their marriage had been devoted and loving beyond measure. Sure, they pursued their zealous sexual proclivities, but they always did so together. If one of them fucked another partner, it was always together. They'd also gone to various clubs and parties where they fucked in front of dozens of other people. While being married to Phillip's dad, Ashlee never once wanted for love or pleasure and she'd long ago given up on the hope she'd ever find the same happiness again. In the meantime, was it really so much to expect to enjoy some adventurous sex along the way?
Either way, Ashlee was ready to put the unfortunate incident behind them, but when Gerald came into the kitchen looking for coffee in the morning he could barely look at his beautiful wife. She took a deep breath, knowing it would be up to her to smooth things over. She was even ready to issue an apology she shouldn't owe him and didn't even mean. However, Gerald looked like he was still stewing so Ashlee decided to wait until he seemed to be in a more reasonable mood. But the man just seemed to keep stewing and wouldn't give the younger blonde more than a sidelong glance.
Then it came. "Slut," he muttered before so much as saying good morning. He didn't even bother sitting down to have coffee with her.
Ashlee had loved being called a slut by her first husband who'd always meant it as a compliment. It was his way of telling her how good she made him feel, how much he loved her eager appetite for his cock. But Gerald's tone only made her blood boil. To him, a slut wasn't anything good to be. Ashlee decided then and there it would be a cold day in Hell before Gerald ever felt his forgettable dick in his blonde, trophy wife's pussy again.
Apologizing was the last thing on her mind now. She called him an asshole and a prude, and the fight from the night before was back in high gear. The yelling went on for close to an hour. In the end, Ashlee told him she was fed up with his attitude.
"Fine," she finally snapped. "Since I'm such a slut, I'll just leave. I'll stay in the guest room a few more nights until I can arrange a place to go."
"What makes you think I want a filthy, ass-licking slut like you under my roof for one more night? You can pack your cheap slutwear today and go stay in some motel where they charge by the hour, for all I care. As long as you're out of here!"
Ashlee was about to return a volley of insults, even though it wouldn't have been that much more trouble to go stay in a hotel a few nights. She could even drive down to see Phillip and stay at his apartment where he lived near his campus. Spending some time with her son would be a highly welcome change of pace from life with a tightass like Gerald.
But suddenly, the older man's face turned color and a grimace of pain came across his face as he clutched his chest. Ashlee tried to get him to calm down.
"Think of your blood pressure, Gerald," she said in a softer tone. "It's not good to get yourself so upset. Let's get you into a nice, comfortable chair and I'll call Dr. Mendez."
But as she moved toward him, Gerald struggled to breathe and speak at the same time with frightening effort. "Don't. Touch. Me. You. Dirty. Whore ..."
He then yelled out in pain and fell to the floor. Ashlee wasn't about to touch him after what he said, but she quickly got out her cell phone and called 911 for an ambulance. She then rushed upstairs to the bedroom to get her husband's nitro glycerin pills out of the bedside drawer. She went back down as fast as she could take the stairs, but when she got back to the kitchen, Gerald was lying still on the kitchen floor, his hand still curled up like a claw on his chest. Ashlee knew immediately that her third husband was gone. She dropped to the floor and attempted compressions until the ambulance arrived, but she knew they wouldn't do any good.
The EMTs were there less than five minutes later, and they pronounced Gerald dead. The male and female worked together efficiently and had the body bagged and on a gurney within a few minutes.
"Was there anything in particular that set off your husband's heart attack, ma'am?" the male asked.
Ashlee was forced to remember her husband's dying words were something like, "Get out of my house, you dirty whore." But she didn't repeat them to the EMTs.
"Uh, no," she lied. "We, ummm, well, we made love last night, but that was hours ago. We were just having some coffee and then he was grabbing his chest."
"I see," the man said, jotting some notes on his chart for his report. Then he looked over at his female partner and the two exchanged a subtle smirk over Ashlee's mention of having sex with an older man with a heart condition. Their report would probably say his heart attack was brought on by sexual activity.
They finally concluded their business and wheeled the body out to the ambulance. Ashlee was stunned by the morning's events, yet she knew she had to start notifying people and making arrangements. She almost felt guilty for setting off Gerald's heart attack. Almost. But he'd been so nasty. She decided his sudden death wasn't the result of her trying to push her tongue up his ass, but of his rigid prudishness. There was nothing she had to feel responsible for. Dr. Mendez had told his patient his heart could give out at any time and to keep his nitro tabs on his person at all times.
"It's his own fault for leaving them upstairs," his newly minted widow said aloud in the deathly quiet house. Either way, Ashlee decided no one else needed to know anything about the last few hours of Gerald's life. It was better to let his friends and daughter believe nothing out of the ordinary had happened, that nature had simply taken its sad course.
Yet Ashlee found herself trembling, and then the fatigue that comes on after an intense adrenaline rush. A huge part of her was still so angry with Gerald for being such a special brand of asshole that she realized she was more in shock than grieving. Maybe the grief would hit her later on, but it didn't feel that way. The man had managed to completely change his wife's attitude toward him literally overnight.
Still, it was a highly upsetting experience and the first call Ashlee made was to Phillip. As soon as he answered she lost her breath and couldn't speak right away.
"Mom, just try to breathe and tell me what's wrong?" the twenty-one year old said calmly.
Phillip's rich voice was soothing, and his mother was finally able to tell him about Gerald's heart attack.
"Oh my god, Mom, I'm leaving now. I'll be there in a couple of hours, depending on traffic."
"Oh, but Honey, you have your classes. It's your final semester. You can't just up and leave now," she said, though having him rush to comfort her was what she wanted more than anything.
"It's alright, Mom. I only have two classes and I can call my professors to make arrangements from the road. It's a death in the family, after all," he reasoned.
"Yeah, a death in the family," the dazed blonde echoed. Was Gerald really her family? The marriage was less than a year old and his dying words had hardly been loving ones. No, Phillip was her only true family ever since his father passed. He was exactly what she needed more than ever.
Ashlee waited for Phillip to get there before making any more calls. Talking to Gerald's daughter, making funeral arrangements, talking to his lawyer and accountant were all tasks she didn't want to face without Phillip by her side.
Even though they weren't close, Ashlee knew she had to call Gerald's daughter as soon as possible. But the blonde didn't know what to do with herself. She found herself wandering aimlessly around the house, going from room to room in a daze. She was still only dressed in her robe and barely noticed that she needed to pull it closer together and retie the belt. Her pussy and tits were mostly exposed, but being alone in the house it didn't seem to matter.
She'd almost forgotten sleeping in the guest room the night before, but in her room to room meandering she was starkly reminded of the marital blowout that sent her away from the conjugal bed. She went from there to the master bedroom where she found evidence on the sheets of Gerald having masturbated after she left. The residue of dried up cum was unmistakable.
"Oh, you old fool," she muttered quietly as she took the dirty sheets off the bed and proceeded change them and straighten up the room. It felt awkward being in the room by herself. She felt a little like she was trespassing, even though she knew the house would be all hers now. After the nasty fight the night before, she had to remind herself that this had been her bedroom, too. Now that the bed was freshly made, it felt a little more like hers again but she still wasn't used to the fact that Gerald would not be sleeping there anymore.
Ashlee sat down on the bed and called Darlene, Gerald's daughter, deciding not to wait for Phillip. Darlene was only about six years younger than Ashlee.
"I'm so sorry," the blonde said, "but I'm calling to let you know your father passed away this morning."
There was a moment of silence. "I see. Was it his heart?"
"I'm afraid so." Ashlee didn't see the point of explaining everything that happened leading up to Gerald's attack. No one needed to know anything about that, or the fact that he'd basically kicked her out of his life, not that she'd been sorry about it at the time. Either way, she hadn't left the property and they were still legally married, so none of what happened was even important.
"Okay, well, that's that, I guess," Darlene said in a monotone. "Do you need any help with arrangements or anything like that?"
Gerald's daughter was barely fazed by the news. Ashlee knew they weren't close, but she thought maybe it would sink in later and the slightly younger woman would feel grief.
"I think I can take care of everything," the blonde replied. "My son will be here soon and he can help."
"Good. I'll let my mother know what happened. Let us know when the service will be, please. I don't know if we'll be there, but you never know. Mom might want to go. Either way, we'll see you at the reading of the will, whenever that is."
Then the line went dead without a word of goodbye. Ashlee was a little disoriented. Darlene hadn't been upset at all. The blonde felt oddly relieved at her own lack of sadness. She was still feeling stunned by it all, but Gerald had shown his true colors before he died. Ashlee was even still mad at him for causing this whole, lamentable situation himself.
With time ticking by too slowly, Ashlee decided to call Gerald's second wife next. She had to explain who she was, but when she told her predecessor of her ex's passing, the other woman just started laughing. Ashlee was taken aback at first, but she almost started laughing herself when she thought of how no one from Gerald's life seemed very sorry to see him go.
That second phone call ended quickly and then Ashlee found herself with nothing useful to do. She didn't want to make her other calls until Phillip was there. She needed him to get through the rest of that horrible day. That's when she realized her robe was barely covering anything now, and it seemed like a good idea to take a shower and make herself presentable for her son. She missed him deeply when he was away at school, and today she needed him more than ever.
Leaving her robe on the bed, Ashlee walked nude into the bathroom. When she turned on the water to bring it up to temperature, she looked around and noted that Gerald's toiletries were everywhere. His shaving cream, razor, that awful shampoo he always used. He was still there wherever she looked. It would take a while to get used to the idea of him being gone despite the way things had ended up.
After a couple of minutes, Ashlee got under the shower and started to wash, beginning with her hair, which she wore down past her shoulders. It felt good to have a calm moment to touch her voluptuous body. It began to feel even better when she started to lather her body up with soap, squeezing and kneading her large, slippery tits until her nipples were thick and swollen. Then she toyed with her aching nubs, twirling and twisting them in her soapy fingers until the pleasure began to fan out through the rest of her body.
Ashlee's pussy had been freshly waxed just a couple of days ago, and she indulged a nice, luxurious slit rub as the warm water cascaded down her delectable MILF nudity. She was surprised to find herself growing hot and wet so easily, but she had heard a lot of people turn to sexual pleasure in times of intense stress. This was one of those times, she giggled to herself. Then she switched over to the hand held shower nozzle and leaned back against the shower wall, squatting down to open her firm thighs and aim the warm spray directly at her snatch.
God, that felt so good. She waggled the spray across her clit and tweezed her nipples with her free hand. She'd almost forgotten how her body had been left high and dry the night before, but her pussy needed this. Ashlee felt so alive as the pleasure washed through her body. As good as it felt to play with her nipples, she moved her free hand between her legs and pushed a pair of fingers up into her creamy fuck hole, pumping them in and out while she kept the nozzle aimed at her clit.
Ashlee's breath went deeper and louder, until her gasps became moans. Her bulging tits felt so good trapped between her arms and her pussy felt hot and creamy inside. She knew she was well on her way toward a sorely needed, stress-relieving orgasm when the sound of Phillip calling to her from the bedroom shattered her erotic trance.
"Mom! Can't you hear me? I've been calling you since I walked in the door!"
"Baby!" she cried out, suddenly dropping the nozzle and whipping her fingers out of her unsatisfied pussy.
Her son had gotten there faster than expected. He must've risked a speeding ticket. The next thing she knew, he stepped into the bathroom. As soon as she saw him through the glass side she rushed out of the shower, completely forgetting she was naked and soaking wet, and threw her arms around him.
"Oh, Phillip, I'm so glad you're here! I don't know what I'd do without you!"
She planted fervent, unthinking kisses all over his face and neck, hugging his large, muscular body for dear life.
"Oh, Mom, you know I'd never let you go through this alone," he said. Then he lifted her bare body in his powerful arms, making her shriek like a girl as she wrapped her legs around his waist and kept putting kisses all over his face. She barely noticed he was holding her up by the cheeks of her ass and that her spread open pussy was mere inches away from the tips of his fingers with the front of her mound grinding against his body.
"You came home for me!" she cried. "I needed you and you came."
"Of course. Where else would I be?"
Ashlee buried her face against Phillip's neck and held onto him tighter than ever. Neither thought anything was wrong with her being naked as she held on to him. He'd seen his mother nude many times before. She'd always been liberally minded when it came to the human body and sexual needs, and she didn't want to raise her boy to believe there was anything wrong with that. It wasn't like she went out of her way to advertise the things she'd done with Phillip's dad or her other husbands, but she didn't hide them, either. Phillip knew his mother was an adventurous woman. Yet for all the times she'd been naked in front of him, she'd never hugged him naked.
If Phillip was fazed by his mother clinging to him naked then he didn't show it. He just held on to his clinging mother as if there was no other purpose in his life but to comfort the naked beauty who'd given birth to him. It was the first time since Gerald's tragic attack that she felt like everything was going to be alright. Yet nothing could prepare her for the warm, pleasurable feeling of her nude pussy grinding up against her son's big, solid body. Maybe it was only because she'd been teetering on the verge of a badly needed climax when he came in and interrupted her.
At the moment, though, with her overheated pussy mashed against Phillip's gorgeous, young body, Ashlee didn't feel like anything had been interrupted. Her body was taking over, demanding the most basic and most effective outlet for times of duress. In a defense mechanism, her mind blocked out everything except the warm glow of love emanating from her devoted son and also the throbbing waves of pleasure centered in her pussy.
Ashlee couldn't remember the last time she'd had her big, expensive tits crushed against a body as hard and defined as Phillip's. The sensation was delicious. It came as a huge affirmation of life in the wake of a deathly shock. She was given over completely to the sensations in her luscious body and started to grind her bare, wet pussy into Phillip's body as she whimpered like a kitten against his neck.
By now there was no ignoring the fact that Ashlee was grinding her snatch against her son in an undeniable quest for pleasure.
"Baby, baby, oh god, I'm so sorry," the blonde whined in shame. But she didn't stop. She just kept mashing her swollen clit against the rock hard body beneath Phillip's thin T shirt.
"It's okay, Mom," he told her in a soothing voice. "Just let it go. I'm right here for you."
Phillip's big hands kept kneading his mother's ass cheeks firmly but carefully. His intimate touch only made her body vibrate with need. Ashlee knew her son might look at her in shock or horror when she was finished, but her body was in complete control now, taking her down a dark path she never imagined. She ground against her perfect son's perfect body for long moments, her own body growing hotter and closer to her peak.
"Baby, forgive me. Mommy's gonna cum. I need it so bad," she whimpered desperately.
"That's it, Mom. Don't fight it. You need this and I love you. Cum for your big boy," he said, his hands kneading and following the gyrations of her tight ass at the same time.
"Oh, ohhhh, OHHHHHHHHH!" she cried as the most shameful yet delirious orgasm rocked her luscious body. She held on to Phillip tighter than ever while the shudders of ecstasy rippled through her flesh, making her head spin in a swirl of joy and embarrassment. But through it all, Phillip cuddled and hugged her in the most soothing way. As erotic as his touch on her naked body felt, it felt more like a comforting caress than anything else.
Ashlee snuggled against her son for a long time before she loosened her grip and let her legs come down to the floor.
"Oh, Phillip, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. You've barely walked in the door and I ..." she couldn't finish her statement because she had no idea what it was she'd just done. All she knew was that she felt a thousand times better.
"Mom, it's okay. It's just a stress reaction," he reasoned.
Ashlee could barely look her son in the eye, which left her gazing down at the enormous bulge in the front of his pants. It was a shock to think he'd been so aroused by her irrational behavior, but it made her smile nonetheless. She knew she had what it took to excite a hunky young man his age, but the visual proof was exciting to see. The fact that it was her son only made it feel like something special. And under those crazy circumstances, it wouldn't have seemed right if it had been anyone else.
"Oh, you're soaking wet," she noted, making her outward shame even worse.
Phillip just laughed. "It's not that bad, Mom. My clothes will be dry in a few minutes. Maybe you should get dressed so we can talk about everything that's going on and get to those phone calls you need to make. If you don't put something on I'll never be able to make eye contact."
Ashlee giggled, feeling happy as she twirled to go back to the bathroom to dry her hair. When she went back into the bedroom, Phillip was gone. She pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a cropped T shirt, then went downstairs to find him sitting on the living room couch. As soon as she went in, he got up to give her another long hug.
"Oh, Honey, you must think I'm awful," she cried against his shirt.
"No, Mom. Never. I just think you've been through a shock. Let's just sit down, take a few deep breaths and get through the rest of the day."
Having Phillip there made everything bearable. He sat with her for the next three hours as she made all the necessary phone calls, including a few extras she hadn't been counting on along with the incoming calls from some of Gerald's friends and associates.
The next few days held more of the same, and Phillip was there for his mother every step of the way. It was all such a shock, but the way things ended with Gerald continued to leave Ashlee with a secret she wasn't about to share. For that matter, there was another secret, but Phillip knew all about the second one. He was there for it, after all, when his mother rushed out of the shower and ended up grinding herself to orgasm against his body.
Ashlee had nothing but the best memory of the way it felt to cum against the only man to ever love her as much as her first husband. It gave her a delicious escape during an otherwise stressful time. Over the days leading up to the funeral, she often thought about telling Phillip what had really happened the night before and morning of Gerald's death, but she kept it to herself.
There was no repeat of Ashlee's impulsive performance with Phillip, but it was never far from her mind. The climax she had was unforgettable. That, combined with her relief that he was there for her at one of the worst times of her life, made her feel more affectionate than ever toward him. And after seeing the size of the bulge in his pants the day he got there, she couldn't go very long before her mind was filled with thoughts of his cock.
With Ashlee and Phillip being the only ones together in Gerald's big house, she gave up on making any concessions to modesty. She bathed and pampered herself with her door wide open, secretly hoping Phillip would barge in and claim her. The fantasy never failed to give her a wet pussy, which she had to satisfy with her fingers every time. She also spent hours at a time dressed only in revealing lingerie, excited to feel her big boy's eyes on her luscious MILF's body. It felt more like the happy, erotically carefree days of her first marriage to Phillip's dad.
The day of the funeral finally arrived and Ashlee was surprised it was so sparsely attended. Darlene went, but not her mother, Gerald's first wife. Then there were a few of his current business associates putting in a polite appearance. Ashlee realized she wasn't the only one her late husband had managed to alienate. Still, she held her secret, worried that if anyone knew Gerald had kicked her out that someone might come along and contest his will. She didn't know anything about his will, other than his promise to leave her the house when and if this day arrived.
Oddly enough, Ashlee found herself on friendly terms with Darlene. Gerald's daughter seemed to know what the blonde had been through being married to her stiff as a board father. The business associates all sucked up to both of them, none of them sure which of the women would inherit Gerald's shares of their business ventures. The two women just laughed it off when they had a private moment together. They even made a quick agreement not to battle over whatever decisions Gerald made in his will. They were both already well off, but they did agree to put up a fight together if Gerald turned out to cut both of them out completely.
Ashlee felt a little better, as if she'd made a new friend, but she still kept the nastiness of their last fight to herself. The only time the blonde felt herself getting upset with Gerald's busty, brunette daughter was when she spotted her getting inappropriately flirty with Phillip. Ashlee was jealous and didn't even try to deny it to herself. This was her father's funeral, for crying out loud. And Phillip was practically her stepbrother. How much more inappropriate could she get?
It wasn't much later that Ashlee told her son she wanted to go home, so they got into their limo and let the driver take them away. When they got home, Ashlee got out a bottle of wine and poured each of them a drink. They sat on the couch to drink and talk about the day. Phillip looked especially handsome in his black suit, and his mother had to fight the warm tingles fluttering in her pussy. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs, which only made it worse. And then she couldn't ignore the way her son was looking at her.
Ashlee had worn a simple, black dress. It came just above her knees without being too short for the occasion. The halter style top had a sheer panel that didn't go low enough to show her deep cleavage, but the dress was snug enough to feature the blatant swell of her tits. She also wore semi-sheer black pantyhose, but she'd slipped off her heels when she sat down. She knew she looked good, but had purposely toned down her usual way of dressing for the funeral. It seemed appropriate considering the fact that her late husband's last words were to call her a slut.
"What?" she asked with a coy grin when she caught Phillip staring at her.
Phillip grinned back. "You make a really hot looking widow," he said.
Despite the thousands of compliments his mother had gotten on her looks and body over the years, she felt herself blush and feel excited.
"That's just the wine talking," she said.
"No, that's your son saying what he's been thinking ever since I saw you run out of the shower the other day." He looked smug, proud of himself for making his mother blush.
"I can't believe I did that," Ashlee said, feeling embarrassed but also amused by the memory. "You're going to do your mother a big favor and forget that ever happened."
"You know damn well I'm going to remember that for the rest of my life. It was one of the hottest things that ever happened to me."
"Umm, well it was one of the more pleasurable moments I've ever had," the blonde admitted, blushing. "But it shouldn't have happened. You said it yourself -- it was just a reaction to stress. I was grieving."
"Mom, did you forget who you're talking to? Your son, who knows you better than anyone? I know you're not glad Gerald died, but I know you're not sorry, either. Less than a dozen people came to his funeral. That's not the kind of sendoff you see for a guy people loved."
Maybe it was the wine, but Ashlee couldn't hold back a small giggle. She then admitted everything that happened before the fatal heart attack. She told her son the whole story, from the argument the night before to the one in the kitchen the next morning when Gerald's attack suddenly came on. She even told him what started the fight. It felt good to finally unburden herself, and Phillip was the only one she trusted to keep her secret. He looked at her with an astonished expression while she related the story, and when she finally ended with a shrug he just smiled.
Phillip moved across the couch to sit close to his mother and put his arms around her, hugging her close while she breathed a sigh of relief. It felt so good to have his big, solid arms around her. For the first time since she ground herself to a climax against his body, she felt like everything was going to be okay. Feeling him so close again couldn't help but bring back the vivid memory of that intensely powerful orgasm. She wanted to feel that way again and she knew there was only one man in the world who could give that to her, except the most ancient rule of society didn't allow it.
"Gerald was an idiot," he finally said as he backed out of the hug. "He never should've called you names like that."
Heaving a deep sigh that pushed the swell of her large tits out, Ashlee said, "Maybe he was right."
"No, he wasn't. He was being an asshole."
"Phillip! We just buried the poor man!"
"That doesn't make him a nice guy. He shouldn't have called you names."
Phillip stopped to refill their glasses, and then Ashlee leaned back against the side of the couch and stretched her legs across his lap. This caused the lower end of her dress to ride high on her legs. Phillip held his wine in one hand while resting the other on the inside of his mother's leg, just above her knee. The wine was starting to make her feel warm, but her son's hand made her feel even warmer.
"I probably deserved it," the blonde admitted with a sigh.
Phillip chuckled. "Not the way he meant it, Mom. He should've been saying those things as a compliment, especially since you were, ummm, giving him something really nice."
"I can't believe I told you about that," Ashlee blushed.
"I'm glad you did. I like knowing that about you?"
"You like knowing your mother licks ass?" If it weren't for the wine, she probably wouldn't have said it, but there was no denying what they were really talking about. On top of that, Ashlee loved the way it felt to be so open with her son. He was the only person alive she trusted completely, knowing he'd never do anything to hurt her. And as much as she loved and trusted his father, she loved and trusted Phillip even more.
"Mhmm," he replied. "That's so hot."
Ashlee felt her pussy churn with heat. "So you don't think your mom's a slut?" she probed curiously.
Phillip gave her a wide, panty-melting smile. "I actually do, to be honest, Mom. I do think you're a slut. But I don't think that's bad. It's hot. If I ever called you a slut I'd be saying it as a huge compliment."
Ashlee's pussy was quickly going from warm to wet, but she was still curious about Phillip's point. He sure wasn't like most other men. "So you do think I'm ... ya know? That?" she played it coy.
She was rewarded with another intoxicating smile.
"Yes, Mom, you're a slut. You're the most gorgeous, hottest woman I've ever seen. And I know you love sex and lots of it. It's not like you ever tried to hide it, even from me. I'm really proud of you. Even if I get jealous sometimes, I'm proud of the way men want you."
Ashlee was taken aback, though the ache in her pussy only kept getting deeper. "Baby ... I -- I -- had no idea you felt that way."
"Remember what you did the day Gerald died? Right after I got here?"
"Oh god, I'll never forget it. I should never have done that to you, Honey."
"I'm glad you did. It was so slutty," he laughed. "Beautifully slutty. What kind of woman runs out naked from the shower and then grinds herself to an orgasm against her own son? And just a couple of hours after her asshole of a husband drops dead?"
"Oh. My. God." Ashlee was blushing furiously, but the way Phillip described what she did made her pussy leak in her pantyhose.
"I know you could tell how hard my cock was, Mom." He started rubbing her inner thigh, feeling her leg through her nylons. "You needed it and you took it. I was so amazed."
"That was so wrong," his mother said with a sigh despite the nagging heat in her pussy. Phillip's hand was squeezing harder and moving higher on her thigh.
"But it made you feel good when you needed it most. God, you came like such a slut," he said with a grin, sliding his hand even higher on her leg. His fingers were mere inches from her pussy. Ashlee thought her pantyhose were a mixed blessing, creating the illusion of a barrier between her son's hand and her skin.
"I had to be a slut to do something like that," she said barely above a whisper.
"The way you were holding on to me and grinding so hard made me feel like you were my slut."
Ashlee felt a deep surge all the way up her moist pussy at her son's words. "I, uhh, don't mind when you call me that," she admitted. She could feel his cock swelling inside his pants where her calf was resting across him. He pushed his hand the rest of the way toward her pussy and felt her slit through her seamless pantyhose. She let out a deep gasp at the electric spark of his bold touch.
Phillip's fingers were strong and sure as he massaged his mother's pussy. Her juices seeped out heavily at his forbidden touch and started to make her nylons feel gooey and slick. It wasn't anything her son should be feeling, let alone rubbing her cunt and making the problem worse, but the last thing she wanted now was for him to stop. She rubbed her calf over the bulge of his cock through his pants, letting him know she approved of his touching no matter what she might say. He felt so big and solid and just touching his cock with the back of her leg was enough the make her heart race with excitement. And her excitement grew along with the growing pressure of Phillip's hand.
"I know something else that makes you a slut," the young man teased.
Ashlee ground her pussy against his hand and whimpered, as if that was reply enough.
"You didn't wear panties to your husband's funeral."
Ashlee started to giggle, then moan, but then Phillip had both his hands under her dress and started pulling down on her pantyhose. She automatically lifted her ass and let him pull the hose down her legs, finally lifting her feet so he could take them all the way off. He left her dress in a bunch around her hips so her perfectly smooth pussy was now fully exposed. Phillip was staring intently at his mother's dainty looking slit and slid his hand back up her bare thigh. She parted her legs a few inches to give him room to feel her damp cunt.
"Oh fuck," she sputtered when his fingers came into contact with her overheated sex lips. She ground the back of her leg against the rigid cock in his pants. He massaged her lips, dipping his finger into her hole for a few strokes at a time before pulling back out to keep massaging. By now her clit was painfully swollen but her boy gave her dew coated pearl plenty of attention.
"Mom, you have the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen," Phillip said as he slipped his middle finger into her hole.
Ashlee moaned and opened her legs a little more, grinding her mound into her son's probing finger.
"And now," the boy went on, "you're letting your own son finger your wet hole just hours after burying your third husband. You're so fucking hot."
"Mommy's such a slut," the blonde said, arching her back as the pleasure went through her body in waves.
"But now you're gonna be my slut, Mom. Only mine. No more husbands or boyfriends. I don't want you giving this hot, wet cunt to anyone else."
"Fuck, you have such a dirty mouth," his mother groaned.
"Who do you think I got it from, Mommy?"
Phillip then leaned over far enough to kiss his mother's mouth. Her breath caught as their lips connected, instantly opening wide enough for their tongues to play. Their kiss was deep and intense. To Ashlee, it almost felt naughtier than letting him push his finger in her pussy. Kissing was just so much more intimate. And yet she loved him the way she'd never loved anyone before, not even his father. He kissed her back in a way that let her know he felt the same way. But could she really be his? Could she give him everything she'd given other men before him? From the way his finger was stroking across her G spot her doubts were evaporating quickly.
Ashlee started moaning too hard to keep up their desperate kissing. Phillip kept massaging her sweet spot and mashed the pad of his thumb onto her clit at the same time. His mother felt her body twist and squirm as the pleasure threatened to overload her senses. If he could do this with his finger, then what kind of depraved mess would his cock turn her into?
"Baby, oh fuck, you're gonna make Mommy cum," she mewled.
"Show your boy what a slut you are and cum for me," he said breathlessly.
"Ah, ahhhhh fuck! I'm cumming!" Ashlee cried out. Her body arched and shuddered with a wave of sensation she'd never felt before. It wasn't as if Phillip was the first man to find her G spot, but being her son she had a level of love and trust for him no one else deserved. He was the one who rushed to be by her side the morning Gerald died. He was the one who didn't judge her, who even embraced everything she was.
"I love the way you cum, Mom," he told her, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I love you."
"I love you too, baby. Oh, so much. And that was oh, so wrong."
But they both laughed it off. They both knew how wrong it was to be more than mother and son, but neither of them cared.
Ashlee got off the couch and stood up, beckoning Phillip to follow. She started taking his suit off piece by piece until she had him completely naked.
"Oh god," she said, running her hands over his firmly defined muscles. He was perfect, and she finally took hold of his impressively swollen cock and started stroking him.
"That feels so good, Mom," he moaned. "You're so good at that."
She gave him a wickedly seductive smile. "This is what you get when you take a slut for a lover."
"Is that what you are now? My lover?"
"For you, baby, I'll be anything you want."
Phillip pulled her close, their bodies only separated where Ashlee had her hands on his cock. He pulled the zipper in back of her dress down and started to pull it off her shoulders. "I want everything with you. You've always been my angel, and now I want you as my slut, too. I know you're both all rolled up in one, Mom. You're the only one ever."
Ashlee felt her face go hot over her son's words. Not even his father had ever said anything like that to her. She let go of his cock and let him take her dress off. He started kissing her again, this time with his large hands exploring her big, heavy tits. He squeezed and massaged them eagerly, but when he started rolling and twisting her erect nipples she moaned into his mouth. He leaned over and spent a long time sucking the tips of her firm orbs and fingered her pussy some more.
He finally sat back down and set his feet wide apart, holding his long cock upright. Ashlee giggled, knowing what he wanted. He might've been special, but he was still such a guy. She gladly knelt down in front of him and replaced her hand around his shaft with hers.
"Mommy knows just what you want, baby," she purred.
"Suck it, Mom," he groaned. "I've been dreaming of this forever."
Ashlee looked in surprise at her proudly smiling son, almost forgetting that she was holding his throbbing stalk of man flesh in her hand. "You have? You actually thought about me sucking your cock?"
"More times than I can tell you."
The blonde took a deep breath and then leaned over and started licking Phillip's cock. The moan of pleasure that instantly came from his mouth made her heart race even faster. She couldn't believe she was actually tasting his pole. Finally. Ever since she'd seen the shape of his gorgeous erection in his pants the other day she'd been imagining how it looked and felt. How it tasted. And it was delicious. He was sort of sweet but so manly and tangy. Precum dribbled heavily from his dome as she lapped around the ridge of his head, finally taking the end into her mouth.
Ashlee jerked and sucked at the same time, twisting her hand in a corkscrew motion while her tongue swirled over his flesh within her bobbing mouth. She kept looking up at him and was pleased to catch him watching her every time. She felt overwhelmed with love for him. Overwhelmed with love for his luscious cock. She would suck it for him ten times a day for the rest of her life if that's what he wanted. But after watching him watch her for a few minutes, she freed him from her mouth but kept her hand around his shaft.
"Do you like the way Mommy sucks your cock, baby?"
"Fuck yes. I'll never get enough of this, Mom. You suck cock like a slut," he said with a playful grin.
Ashlee giggled happily. If they were really taking this huge step together, she wanted him addicted to her body and skills. She giggled again as she thought it was a mother's duty to make her son feel better than any other woman. But then he surprised her by lifting his legs up high, bringing his knees toward his shoulders until his rimhole was staring back at her from below his cum-filled balls.
"But now I want you to lick that asshole, Mom. I want you to tongue fuck that ass like a dirty slut."
Ashlee's heart raced. She noted how Phillip was not only shaved around his cock and balls, but all the way back to his asshole. Unlike Gerald. There was nothing but pure, hair-free rim for her to lick and please. Wanting to impress as much as please him, she leaned in without hesitation and flicked her tongue over her son's tightly puckered rimhole.
"Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuck," he moaned, obviously savoring the bold and skillful lapping and darting of his mother's highly practiced tongue.
Stroking his oozing cock at the same time, Ashlee spent a long time making love to her son's asshole with her mouth. She kissed his little rim like a tiny mouth, then licked it, lapped it and darted the tip of her tongue against the taut ring. She soon had the end of her tongue squirming inside the boy's ass, fucking wetly into his hole while her hand slid up and down his rock hard prick.
Phillip was moaning and squirming. It made his mother happy to know she was giving him something special. She wasn't so clueless as to think there weren't other girls who'd licked his ass before, but she was sure his little college girls weren't as good as his much more experienced mommy.
After a while, Ashlee pulled back with her tongue and slowly slipped a finger into her son's ass. Phillip just kept moaning and squirming across the couch. With her finger up his ass, she went back to sucking his cock. She was happy to hear the deeper, raspier sound of his moans. He was totally under the spell of his mother's talents, and she was determined to make sure he felt the full benefit of them. But she was surprised when he pushed her back just before she was sure he was about to give her a big mouthful of warm cum. She almost felt cheated when he made her stop, but she was eager to see what he had in mind.
Phillip stood up, his cock brushing against his mother's face with the move, but then he took her hands and guided her up to her feet. Now his cock was rubbing against her tummy while he stared at her with the most intense desire she'd ever seen in a man's eyes. He explored her naked form with his hands, reaching for her smooth pussy to stroke her sodden lips, but paying special attention to those big, beautifully sculpted tits. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he suddenly started kissing her again. They shared a long, hard, deep, soul searching kiss while she fondled his cock as eagerly as he fondled her tits.
It seemed like forever before they broke off that kiss. By the end of it, there wasn't a shred of doubt they were going through the rest of their lives as a couple. A mother and son, but a hotly devoted couple. Ashlee only giggled with delight at the idea her own son was the man she was meant to be with. But before she could say anything, Phillip pulled her behind him by the hand, leading her into the kitchen where he bent her over the table. He sat in the chair directly behind her. It was the same chair where Gerald usually ate his breakfast, but now it was her son diving in between her ass cheeks for a completely different type of meal.
Phillip was forceful but not rough in the way he pulled the spheres of his mother's ass apart. He held her wide open and began licking her from her pussy to her starbud. He slurped her honey coated lips hungrily and let his tongue dart against her clit and into her hole while he massaged her rimhole with his thumb.
"Baby," Ashlee called breathlessly, "my son, you're making Mommy feel sooooo good."
Phillip growled in reply, never allowing his tongue to let up in its saliva-soaked exploration of his mother's holes. She was moaning and cooing like a sex kitten in heat. Her enormous tits were now squashed against the table top while she clutched at the edge and felt her baby's love ripple through her body.
After several minutes, Phillip brought his tongue to his mother's tight asshole, concentrating his licks and kisses to her tiny ring. He brought his thumb and fingers to her pussy, stroking and probing her dripping slit while probing her ass with his tongue.
"Owwww, fuck, baby that feels purrrrfect," the blonde mommy moaned.
Ashlee had always loved when a man paid loving attention to her asshole. There were precious few who ever did, though. Gerald never so much as touched her rimhole even by accident, but now her son was pushing his tongue inside her. The blonde felt like she was floating on a cloud of pure pleasure. Phillip filled her pussy with a pair of pumping fingers while continuing to probe her asshole with his agile tongue. He was too good at it for this to be his first time exploring a girl's starbud. The thought of him driving those young coeds crazy with pleasure as he licked and fingered their assholes made her feel giddy with pride.
When Phillip started massaging his mother's G spot while tonguing her ass, Ashlee's body quickly lit up with explosive pleasure. Her boy made her cum so hard she squirted for the first time in ages, soaking his neck and the lower part of his face with her bursting spray. Her entire body rocked with shudders of blinding pleasure. Her climax went on longer than she thought was possible. And before she had a chance to catch her breath, she heard Phillip's chair scraping back on the floor. Then he was standing behind her and rubbing the blunt tip of his fat cock against her holes.
Everything felt wet and slick as Ashlee's entire cunt and ass crack were coated with a heady mix of her own juices and her son's saliva. Now he was adding his precum to the stew, massaging her ass bud with the head of his cock and then angling his shaft downward to stroke it over her sex lips. She knew what was coming. Any second now, she would feel something few women ever felt, her own son's cock surging into his mother's slippery cunt channel. She needed it. She couldn't wait for it. This was the momentous occasion when her boy proved himself as her man and staked his claim by filling her most precious treasure with throbbing man cock.
"Do it, baby. Fuck Mommy's snatch," she moaned in a hoarse whisper.
Phillip then pushed his knob into his mother's slippery opening. Her swollen lips parted for the hot, rigid meat driving into her pussy. She uttered one, long, throaty moan that grew louder with every inch that slipped inside her tight sheath. When the full length came to a stop, filling her the way she'd never felt before now, Ashlee could barely breathe. Her heart was pounding with excitement and even a little fear. Had she lost her mind? Didn't she just tell her own son to fuck her? Yes was the only answer, and it suddenly made her smile.
"Give it to Mommy, baby," she crooned, squeezing her inner muscles around his throbbing shaft. "Give Mommy that cock just as hard as you please."
But Phillip didn't move. "Prop yourself up on your elbows, Mom," he said.
Half dazed and wondering why he was waiting to start fucking her, Ashlee did as he asked. Then she felt those large, strong hands reach around her to cup and squeeze her heavily dangling melons.
"Ahhhh, yeahhhhhh," Phillip groaned. "This way I can feel these gorgeous tits while we fuck."
Ashlee tried to reply but her son started moving his thick cock in and out of her pussy. His meat was quickly coated with her juice and started sliding back and forth with long strokes. His fingers played roughly with her swollen nipples while his cock stroked her inner sheath with steady thrusts.
"Mine," her son growled, breathing heavily as he started pumping harder and faster into her core.
"Ohh yes, baby, Mommy's all yours. Fuck me. Fuck your slut!"
After that, Phillip just groaned and grunted as he strained to pump his mother's squelching cunt with the full length of his straining meat. He kept massaging her tits, but eventually moved one hand backward. That was when Ashlee felt his thick thumb press into her asshole. She yowled like a cat in heat while he filled her ass with his blunt thumb and steadily pumped that marble hard cock into her pussy.
Ashlee was gasping for air. Nothing mattered now but the powerful sensations racing through her body. She wanted Phillip to fuck her forever. No other cock could give her what she had now and she hoped he could feel half the joy and pleasure she was. Then she started to cum, and in their current position, the underside of her son's cock kept stroking across her G spot until she felt herself squirting again. This time, instead of soaking her baby's face with her pussy shower, she soaked his cock and all around his gyrating groin.
"OH FUCK, MOM!" he shouted. "I fucking LOVE that tight, wet cunt!"
Ashlee's orgasm never subsided but morphed into another one, her snatch spraying her motherly nectar into Phillip's lunging body. He suddenly yanked his thumb out of her ass and spanked her cheek while he pounded desperately into her hole. She knew her baby was on the brink of his climax before he called out to warn her.
"Gonna cum, Mom!" he shouted. "Fuck, that pussy feels so good!"
"Yes, baby, yes!" Ashlee screamed back at him. "Fill Mommy's slut hole with her baby's cum!"
The warm flush of spurting cum spread through Ashlee's loins as her son drove relentlessly into her pussy, coating her hot womb with familial seed. He pounded and thrust all the way through her climax, finally spending the last of his forbidden spunk into his mother's luscious pussy.
Phillip held his cock inside her as they huffed for air. He pulled her backward with him as he sat in Gerald's chair again, keeping her on his lap with his pole still embedded in her hole. He kissed her shoulder and lazily massaged her tits while they caught their breath. When she felt steady enough, Ashlee rose off her son's cock and turned around, sitting back astride his lap but now facing him.
"Baby, I love you so much," she said, almost weeping for joy as she kissed his face.
"I love you, too, Mom," he replied. He took her face between his hands and kissed her mouth. It was a calmer kiss than before, but still deep and filled with the need and hunger that only comes with the deepest kind of love.
After kissing for a long time, Ashlee rested her face against her son's shoulder. He held her in place with his thick, strong arms. She was perfectly happy and secure, a feeling she knew would be permanent now. Yet she knew the sexually satisfied glow in her body was only temporary. It was only a matter of time before she would need more of her son's glorious cock and the needful way he pumped her pussy full of his love.
Ashlee wondered if Gerald might've been right after all, that maybe she was really just a slut who didn't feel the least bit guilty about sharing her sordid pleasures with her own son. What kind of woman tongue fucked her son in the ass? Or let him do the same thing to her? Or let him make her cum so hard she squirted all over his face and groin? But the thought of being Phillip's slut, being his fucktoy, only made her feel closer than she'd ever felt to any man. She felt a sense of mutual belonging like a warm glow of contentment deep in her core.
Then she thought of how different she felt when Phillip called her a slut vs. Gerald. Coming from Phillip, it made her feel happy knowing he was merely proclaiming their unbreakable bond. No matter how dirty or sordid it seemed on the surface, down deep it was something too special to ever let go. She lifted her head and looked at her son's handsome face. He smiled and kissed her for a long time. His hands started to roam again and she felt his cock already growing back to its erect state. She got up from the chair and took hold of Phillip's rod to lead him upstairs.
"Come with Mommy, baby," she said, casting a playful glance over her shoulder. "Your slut needs more. So much more."
The end