Bump in the Night - Incest/Taboo

Strange noises leads to racy discovery for frustrated mom.

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I wasn't sure what the sound was at first that brought me out of sleep, I lay on my side staring at the dark bedroom waiting. There it was again; like a soft thump. I glanced at the glowing numbers on the digital clock on my nightstand; good God it was almost 2am.

I pulled back the covers gently, slipping out of bed. Not only did I not want to alert whoever or whatever made the noises, but I didn't want to wake my husband Carl.

Why would a grown woman investigate strange sounds in her house, and not send her husband? That was easy, you don't sent Clark Kent to the rescue. Well, he isn't quite Clark Kent...ok he is. Carl is a good man; a solid provider, a good father, and a loving husband of almost twenty years. Neanderthal man he isn't. I would shit myself if there was an aggressive bone in the man's body.

You could just think of a five foot two man, one hundred and fifty pounds, standing in his pajama pants telling you to stop or he'll what...scream like a little girl?

I passed my robe on the chair and slipped through the half open door of the bedroom, out into the hallway. I paused in the dark and waited again. There it was, that soft thump again, and it was coming from downstairs.

I slipped down the steps, making sure to pass the fourth one, knowing that thing creaked like a church floorboard. Once downstairs I glanced around and caught the flicker of light coming from the living room.

Was it a flashlight? Did we have a burglar? I slid the umbrella off the coat tree and slowly advanced on the archway leading from the main hall into the living room. Fearing the worst, I peeked just around the archway opening.

I damn near dropped the umbrella on the floor. The flickering wasn't a flashlight, but our big sixty-two inch high definition, wall mounted television. I caught the brief flash of people moving across the screen, some kind of movie, but my attention immediately focused on the sandy haired head poking above the couch.

God dammit it Darrin, I thought. Nineteen years old and brain dead; he was up watching television in the middle of the damned night. I took one step into the living room and froze; I watched Darrin reach out and lift a small bottle from the end table, and then what looked like squirt something into his lap. With a small thud he dropped the bottle back onto the glass top. Ok, that explained the sound.

Now to give the boy hell for scaring the shit out of me, I thought. I took one more step, and froze again; as this time my eyes locked on the television screen. I stared wide eyed as a massive cock slid between two fat pussy lips right before my eyes.

I admit, the cock was fucking huge; but I was stunned to watch as a young man not much older than Darrin himself, shove his dick into a platinum blonde with huge fake tits; who had to be at least my age if not older.

I could only stare as the young man began to pile drive into the older woman; and you could clearly tell by the look on her face that she was enjoying every stroke.

There was no sound coming from the television, which puzzled me. That was until Darrin turned and reached for the small bottle again. This time I saw the small headphones he was wearing covering his ears.

It was evident he was happily listening to this older whore taking a pounding, which meant he never heard the sound of the bottle on the glass table.

I watched as he squirted a second time. What the hell was he doing? Ok, I was half asleep, and my brain wasn't totally working. I took two more steps and looked over the back of the couch; was that ever a mistake.

I got the second shock of the night as my eyes fastened on what had to be at least eight or nine inches of fat cock. It glistened with baby oil, and Darrin's fist was pumping up and down it.

My nineteen year old son was masturbating to porn, on my living room wide screen television; and this forty year old mother did the unthinkable. I froze and watched that fist glide up and down that cock with a wet slurp.

When I saw his cock twitch in his grip, I felt the most astonishing thing; the gusset of my night gown was suddenly soaked as fluids leaked out of me. Jesus, I couldn't be getting turned on?

I glanced up at the television, and felt a new rush of fluids as I realized the couple on the screen had changed positions. The young man was now kneeling behind the older woman, and had mounted her like some animal. His hips were slapping away at her shaking ass; and I could faintly hear her screams as the sound leaked out of Darrin's headphones.

Carl is a wonderful man, I would never say otherwise. Like I said he didn't have an aggressive bone in his body, and that extended to the bedroom. Let's be realistic; women love the romantic passionate sex; but there are times, just some times, that every woman wants to know what it would be like to just be taken and fucked senseless.

I stared at the screen watching raptly as this young stallion just jack hammered into the poor woman's pussy, and then I heard Darrin grunt. The sound brought my eyes back down, and I was frozen to the spot, watching; as the thickest, longest rope of cum erupted from the tip of his cock.

It shot straight up and then splashed across his chest and belly, while his body heaved on the couch.

"Fuck" I whispered softly.

I felt a wrench in my own gut as I watched my son orgasm before my eyes. Horrified at my own reaction, I stumbled back from the couch and beat a hasty retreat to my bedroom.

Sliding under the covers next to Carl, I listened to his soft breathing as I continued to hear my son grunting thru his climax. I couldn't help it, I swear to God; images of that monster spewing its load filled my mind as my fingers filled my aching pussy. It wasn't more than two minutes and my body was wracked by a violent orgasm.

Guilt and shame ate at my mind the entire next day. Going to bed that night, I lay awake, unable to fall asleep. I tortured myself with what a bad mother I was, what a horrible wife I had become; until I heard the soft thump again.

I felt like a moth flying straight to the flame. I knew it was wrong, I knew it was forbidden. I knew that no good mother watched her son jerking off. I also knew every time I stood behind that couch and watched Darrin unload; it sent a fresh wash of juices down my thighs.

By the fourth night, I tried to get Carl to help relieve that ache between my thighs. Twenty minutes of gentle loving in the dark, hearing my husbands' soft sigh as he came; did nothing. If anything, it made the burning only greater.

It was the fifth night, a Monday; that Darrin upped the stakes. I don't know how he knew, but I must have made sounds or something. It was really beside the point; he just knew I was there.

Standing behind the couch, my hand down my soaked panties; I shook with fear when he spoke.

"You can sit down mom" Darrin said softly.

I almost ran from the living room in fear...almost. Like the transfixed moth, I drifted around the corner of the couch, and slowly eased down at the farthest point from him.

I didn't know what I wanted to look at more; my own son's hand gliding up and down his oil slick cock; or the older woman on the screen getting pounded into the wall by a stud half her age.

Darrin never took his eyes off the screen, which settled my nerves just a bit. I noticed one of the headphone covers was on an ear, while the other was down on his cheek. That must have been how he heard me, I realized.

I could feel the ache between my thighs as I watched Darrin stroke himself. God how badly I wanted to reach down between my legs and ram my fingers up my hungry pussy as I watched him.

I trembled as Darrin grunted softly. Then I felt a huge gush of fluids as he came.

"Mom" I heard him softly moan.

I quickly rose from the couch and beat a hasty retreat. Burrowing into my covers, trying to burn that single word out of my mind; my son had orgasmed, thinking of me.

Yes, I did it again. Lying there beside my unsuspecting husband, I frigged my soaking wet pussy until I pulsed with pleasure, softly moaning my sons name as tremors wracked my body.

I was horrified; I had become a base creature; I had masturbated to thoughts of my son; right beside my husband. True I hadn't had sex, but in my mind I had been as unfaithful as any woman could be.

The next two nights I closed the bedroom door, and hugged my pillow when the sounds of Darrin in the living room drifted up in the night. It was three nights later, Friday night, that Darrin once again upped the stakes.

We had just finished watching a movie together; Carl mentioned heading to bed, and Darrin rose from the easy chair.

"I'm heading to bed too" Darrin said to us.

"Night Dad" I watched as he stepped over to me.

Darrin leaned down and I felt his lips on my cheek, right at the corner of my mouth, just brushing mine.

"Night mom" he said softly. "Watching television alone...isn't as much fun."

I sat stunned as he walked from the living room. Dear God, had he just invited me? Could he be so brazen as to invite his mother to a masturbation session, where she was the object of the fantasies?

As I prepared for bed that night, I don't think I mentally registered the fact that instead of my usual nightly over-sized shirt and panties, I had put on one of my lighter night gowns.

It wasn't until I heard the thump, had slipped from my bed, and descended the stairs. When I entered the half lit living room, the flickering light from the television suddenly highlighted the thin baby doll I was wearing, and I suddenly realized my matching panties were gossamer thin.

I started to turn and leave when I heard Darrin.

"Please" he gave a soft plea.

I turned and slipped around the couch, slowly sliding into the cushion. I left one foot dangling on the floor, while my other leg was bent with the foot on the couch. That simple move opened the gap between my thighs, giving him an unobstructed view of my ultrathin panties.

I glanced over and saw a half flaccid cock in Darrin's grip. I watched with fascination as it hardened and filled out before my eyes. I swore I could see the veins pulse on that thick shaft.

"Me?" I whispered.

"Yes you." Darrin grunted back.

"Oh my God" I couldn't suppress the half moan.

Nor could I stop the hand that slowly glided down my belly; the fingers dipping inside the waistband of my panties. I couldn't even tell you what the movie was about, as I stared at his throbbing cock; feeling my fingers slide across my slick lips.

"Darrin" I gasped.

It was like parts of me I didn't recognize, were awakening inside me. I stared as this virile, strapping man; jerking a fat hard cock; one that had gotten hard...from me.

My fingers found my opening, and slid deep inside with a wet sucking noise. My hand began matching his motion, fucking myself in time to his pumping fist.

"Oh Jesus" I moaned as my belly tightened.

"Fuck mom" Darrin grunted.

"Yes baby" I moaned.

At the same time I watched thick wads erupt from his cock, I felt my own fluids flow out to soak the couch. I shuddered and trembled as I watched white cream coat his hand and drip down his shaft.

I wanted to turn and rub back to my bedroom, but it was as if my hand was glued between my drenched thighs. I could hear the wet sloshing as my fingers slowly slid in and out.

I was stunned to realize he was still rock hard; God he had just blown his hot cum all over his fist and that monster looked as hard as a steel pipe.

Darrin slowly shifted on the couch, turning to partially face me; by now my entire vision was filled with that enormous cock, watching his cum slick fist pumping up and down. I shivered as I felt the incredible urge to bend over and run my tongue the full length of him, tasting his cream.

"You're still hard" I stated the obvious.

"Because of you" Darrin panted.

I could see his eyes riveted between my thighs, I wondered how much could he really see. Without even thinking clearly, I reached down with my other hand and tugged the gusset of my soaked panties to the side. He now had a clear view as my slick cum covered fingers plowed in and out. I was never much of a shaver, and worried about the dark curls of hair that hid part of his view.

"Is that better?" I husked.

"Yes" Darrin grunted back.

"I don't shave..." I said hesitantly.

"Good" his voice this with lust interrupted me.

The movie was totally forgotten as we sat barely feet apart, pleasuring our bodies together. I had never seen a man masturbate or even orgasm before; Carl was always squeamish when I asked. Darrin seemed to delight in showing his body off, and at this point who was I to argue.

I saw his cock pulse and then jerk in his grip. My walls tightened around my probing fingers as I realized he was getting close a second time.

"Are you going to cum again?" I whispered.

"Yessssss" Darrin hissed back.

"Cum for me baby" I heard myself coo. God what had I become?

"Cum for your mother" I couldn't stop myself.

"Oh God mom" Darrin grunted.

Grinding my hand into my clit, I watched as the vein at the base of his cock pulsed. His cock gave a giant lurch in his grip and then the first rope of hot seed erupted. I stared as it arched through the air and landed with a soft splatter on the couch between us.

Before I had even realized what I was doing, I reached down and scooped my fingers through that slimy puddle. Bringing my hand up, I slid the fingers inside my mouth. The smell and taste of my son sent a shock wave through my body.

"Oh fuck" I grunted as I erupted a second time.

My orgasm was so violent; I felt juices erupt from between my thighs and splash onto the couch cushion. Dimly I realized I was squirting for the first time in my life as my orgasm roared through me.

"Darrin...oh God Darrin" I moaned; as wave after wave rippled through my belly.

The two of us sat there, pouring out our cream as we stared at each other. It was the most erotic thing I had ever done; and it felt like my orgasm went on and on.

Slowly my body eased back to earth, and I saw Darrin leaning back on the couch, his entire groin covered in thick white sperm. I slid my fingers free with a soft sucking noise and rose from the couch. Without a word I adjusted my panties and started for the door.

"Thank you" I heard Darrin's soft voice behind me.

I didn't answer, instead a climbed the stairs to my bedroom, and slid under my covers next to my softly snoring husband. I wasn't sure whether to be horrified or not, because as I drifted off to sleep that night, there wasn't an ounce of guilt or shame in me. Only that satisfied glow of my lingering orgasm.

The next night Carl stayed up later to watch a basketball game, and I reluctantly went to bed by eleven. I was disappointed my night visit would be interrupted; and realized for the first time that I would rather see my nineteen year old son naked than I would my husband.

The next day was Sunday and Carl headed to the golf course with some of his buddies, while Darrin spent a large part of the day with friends. Having the house alone should have relaxed me. Instead it only made me more restless. I cleaned and did some laundry, pacing the house at times. Doing a load of laundry I happened to lean against the dryer, and the vibration sent shock waves through my pelvis.

With horror I realized what was wrong; I was horny. Not just horny, I was stark raving mad horny to where I almost fucked the dryer. I was beyond redemption when Darrin came home first, all I wanted at that point was to drag him to the couch and get some relief. By the time Carl was home I was nearly in a state of frenzy.

When Carl entered the kitchen to ask about dinner I couldn't contain myself any longer. I sidled up to him and gave him a sultry kiss, reaching down to cup his cock and balls between his legs.

"Come on baby let's have some fun" I whispered in his ear.

"Jesus Christ Ann" Carl literally stepped out of my grasp.

"It's the middle of the day, and besides Darrin is here." He almost spit out.

I just sighed in frustration and turned back to the stove, I heard Carl walk away muttering about what had gotten into me.

It's not about what has gotten into me; but about what hadn't I thought. I stirred the noodles as my mind frayed from need.

I wasn't more than ten minutes later when two powerful arms wrapped around me from behind, I gave a small squeak as those strong hands first cupped my full breasts and then tweaked my nipples.

"Like that mom" Darrin's hot voice filled my ear.

"Darrin...what are you..." and then I felt one hand slide down my belly and cup my steaming sex between my jean clad thighs.

"Oh God...you shouldn't" I gasped.

"I'll bet mommy is soaked" he hissed in my ear.

"You can't...your father...oh God" I moaned as his fingers pressed into my hot groove.

"Promise you'll come down tonight" he commanded.

"Darrin...I...I...oh Godddddd" I moaned as he pressed harder.

"Promise" his voice rumbled behind me.

"Yes...I will..." I gasped

"Wear your robe: and nothing else" he told me.

God I had never been manhandled like this before; and every nerve in my body was going nuts. As I felt a wrench in my gut, I gave in.

"Yes...I will" I grunted back.

Suddenly he was gone, my body freed. I gripped the edge of the stove and tried to steady my legs, as I fought to catch my breath. I knew I was in trouble tonight, and vowed to myself to stay in my bed.

Needless to say that promise went out the window quickly. Carl was snoring softly as I slipped out of my bed. Stripping off my night shirt and panties, I slipped on my robe and softly headed for the stairs.

When I entered the living room, I didn't see Darrin on the couch. Sliding around the corner, I glanced up at the screen. My mouth must have hung open as I slid onto the couch.

There before me was a dark haired woman kneeling. I immediately noticed the resemblance to me as I watched her pumping with both hands, the enormous cock of a young man standing over her.

I watched with rapt attention as the young man reached down and took her by the hair. His hips lurched forward and he drove that dick down her throat and began to fuck her face.

"Mmmmmmmmm" heard the woman moan.

I glanced over and saw Darrin's headset sitting on the couch; he had to have turned up the volume for me to hear so clearly. When the young man spoke, I knew it had been intentional.

"Suck it mom" I heard the young man say through the headphones.

I realized with shame my son was watching incest porn and thinking of me. I started to rise off the couch, when I felt it shift. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Darrin slide onto the couch. Not down at his usual end, but literally right next to me.

God help me, I shuddered; he was totally nude as he settled onto the couch next to me. Finally tearing my eyes away from the young man throat fucking his mother, I turned to my son.

"Darriii..." I froze.

My eyes locked to his massive cock as it rose like a telephone pole from his lap. Up closer it was even bigger. God damn was it thick, and I could see the veins running down the shaft.

I felt a warm gush of fluids matt my pussy hairs under my robe as I sat there like a rock staring. God I shouldn't be reacting this way, I thought. But it was like watching a detached version of me; especially when Darrin silently reached out and took a hold of my wrist.

Like a mute I sat there without resisting as he brought my hand over his lap. I swear to God it felt like I had no control of my body, as my fingers wrapped around that huge dick.

"Stroke it" his voice was deep and commanding.

"Darrin, I shouldn't..." I tried to say.

Then, with horror I watched my hand slide down to the base of his prick, and draw slowly back up. The texture of him against my palm sent a shiver through my body.

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"Oh mom" I heard him softly mom.

"Oh God" I whispered almost in unison.

A river flowed between my thighs as I pumped his cock, feeling it spasm and swell in my grip. Mental images flood my brain, of me bent over sucking that fat cock into my mouth; of me straddling him, sliding my tight pussy down his cock.

I couldn't even tell you how long I sat there stroking him. I do know how it ended. I felt his hips start to pump up to meet my hand, and I began to pick up the pace.

"I'm going..." Darrin grunted.

"Cum for me" I panted back.

"Oh Jesus...oh fuck." Darrin grunted. Then he gave a soft whimper "mom".

I felt his already enormous cock swell, and then jerk in my grip. I couldn't tear my eyes away as this wad of spunk shot into the air and then coated my hand. God, a second rope and then a third rope pumped out of his body. It had been years since Carl had cum this much.

I looked up at his face and saw the most wonderful look of raw pleasure in his eyes. He wasn't watching the movie, he was staring at me. So much of the guilt I had been feeling ebbed away as I realized he wanted this as much as I did.

As his body began to settle back, I laid his still hard cock along his belly. I could hear him panting to catch his breath. Like I was hypnotized, I stared at my hand soaked in cum as I brought it higher. The scent filled my nostrils just as my tongue took a long swipe of that thick liquid.

Between the scent and the flavor of him; I felt a bolt rip from my tongue to my breasts, both my nipples turning into instant pebbles. The bolt then drove down, casing flexing spasms in my belly.

I moaned softly when it slammed into my groin, causing another hot gush of fluids to soak my robe under me. Darrin turned as he slid from the couch, and in only mere seconds he was kneeling between my spread thighs.

"Darrin...you can't..." God I struggled just to speak in my hazed state; and it didn't stop him anyway.

"Ffffuuccckkkkkkkk" I groaned as a hot mouth closed over my sodden lips.

My ass lifted off the couch as I ground my pelvis up at him. Carl was never much for oral; he considered it dirty and disgusting. The last time I had a mouth on me was over eight years ago when I had gotten him drunk.

My mind blanked for a few seconds as I felt a hot tongue pierce me, probing deep. Then my belly gave a gigantic wrench as fluids poured out of me. Reaching down I gripped his head, my nails almost clawing at his scalp.

Jesus he had only been down there one maybe two minutes, and he had me cumming like a fountain. I watched the young man on the screen mount the woman he had called his mother from behind. The thought that could be me rocketed through my brain.

Darrin hadn't stopped or barely slowed down. His tongue first probed my sticky depths, and then slid out pressing against my clit. My body was still climbing, even higher than my first orgasm.

Stunned I looked down and locked eyes with my son. There before me was the most obscene sight I had ever seen. My thighs spread lewdly wide; Darrin's face pressed into my matted pubic hair, slick with my juices.

"Darrin...baby...what are you..." I still couldn't formulate words as I shook and vibrated on the couch.

A brief flash of motherly common sense hit me at just how wrong this was swept through me. It was quickly crushed when two fat fingers slid up deep inside me; while hot lips captured my throbbing clit.

I wanted to throw my head back and scream, but knew my poor sleeping husband was upstairs. Instead I gurgled and whimpered my way through a mind breaking orgasm. I quivered and shook as my pussy cream poured into my sons' mouth, and I could hear him swallow.

It was the most obscene thing I had ever heard, and it made my orgasm drag on and on as he ravaged my pussy. When he finally pulled his face back and rocked back on his heels, I was a mass of jelly just panting on the couch.

I saw my juices drip from his chain, over half his face was covered in my cream. I could feel the damp couch cushion under my ass; both my robe and the couch were soaked from what had escaped his mouth.

I drifted my gaze down, and oh my God; that rampant huge cock stood proud as a steel bar from his groin as he crouched in front of me. I felt a spasm between my thighs as I stared at it; I wanted...

Shaking my head, trying to clear my mind of that obscene thought; I pulled myself from the couch. I staggered from the living room on wobbly legs, as quickly as I could move my body I rushed back to my bedroom. Throwing my wet cum soaked robe into the laundry hamper in the bathroom, I slid on my night shirt and slipped into bed.

I thought sleep would help, purge me of the thoughts inside my head. It only made things worse as dreams of Darrin and that hard cock pounding into me while I screamed my pleasure woke my sweat drenched body in the morning.

All that day I was in a constant state of arousal. It was as if my body couldn't get enough. I fingered myself to a massive orgasm in the shower; screaming Darrin's name as I exploded onto my hand.

By lunch I was stretched out on my bed, ramming the handle of my hair bush between my thighs, as I imagined that huge pole splitting me in half.

By the time I stood at the stove, desperately trying to focus on cooking, I could feel my juices soaking through my panties, and dripping down my thighs.

When Carl arrived home, it was that same familiar cold kiss on the cheek; I wanted to rage at him to ravage me right there; instead I watched him silently leave the kitchen, heading for his office.

Not more than fifteen minutes later I stood at the sink washing vegetables, as I heard the front door open and close. I tensed, waiting; but when nothing happened after a few moments, I breathed a sigh of relief, and lowered my guard.

I jerked upright as two powerful arms slid under mine; and two large paws enveloped my breasts through my blouse. I moaned as fingers pinched my suddenly rock hard nipples. The silliest though came into my mind.

I wasn't wearing a bra. Why wasn't I wearing a bra? I always wear a bra. Why wasn't I wearing my bra? Did I leave it off for him? My mind went back and forth in that instant.

Then warm moist lips descended on my neck, and a shiver shot through me. I felt them kissing down my neck, as an uncontrolled gush of fluids filled my panties.

"Do you know how bad I want to fuck you?" Darrin's voice rumbled in my ear.

"Darrin" was all I could gasp back.

I clung to the edge of the sink as he began to knead my breasts. I felt his hips shift, and then a hard thick cock press into the crease of my ass.

"That bad" his voice matched his actions.

"Oh God...Darrin...we can't...OOOhhhhhhh" my words were cut off as he tugged on my aching nipples.

I couldn't think clearly as my body lit on fire. What were those words; assertive and aggressive and strong? This was an alpha male behind me; and he made no bones about what he wanted.

"See you tonight mom" his words sent a bolt from my tortured nipples deep into my belly.

Then, as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone. I stood trembling at the sink; I couldn't even hold the pan as my hands shook so badly. Finally gaining control of my legs, I moved towards the stove. I was shocked to feel the wet squish between my thighs as my now soaked panties clung to me. God, I didn't know which was sicker; that my son had just molested me in broad daylight in our kitchen; or that I had loved every damn second of it.

All through the evening, it drove me insane that he was so calm, and almost indifferent. It was as if what had happened in the kitchen had been some dream of my fevered mind. This time when he left for bed, I almost screamed at his words.

"You're mine" his throaty voice whispered in my ear; after his warm lips grazed mine.

As I lay in bed, listening to Carl's even breathing, I vowed to not give in tonight. I startled when I heard that familiar bump from downstairs. God he was doing it again. I stared into the darkness, the image of that huge cock oiled and glistening in my mind; seeing his hand pumping up and down it.

After the second bump, I heard my heart hammering in my chest. I could feel the growing moistness between my thighs. As if my body had a mind of its own, I silently slid from under the covers.

I glanced at my husband as I dropped my night shirt on the floor by the bed. As I slipped into my robe and quietly padded to the stairs, I knew that poor docile Carl, was losing me; and to his own son at that.

I didn't even bother belting my robe as I descended to the living room. Why should I, he would want it open anyway. As I entered the living room, Darrin turned and looked at me.

"Good girl" he said softly.

God help me, I felt a shiver run down my spine while soft warmth filled my belly. Did it mean that much to me that I was pleasing him? I silently walked the few steps around the edge of the couch. For a moment I gazed at the television. He had the same movie from that first night on again. I watched as the platinum blonde knelt, swallowing the young man's cock. I could see the pleasure on both their faces as she serviced him.

I started to ease down onto the couch, when Darrin spoke again. "No" is single word froze me in place.

"Kneel down" his voice rumbled.

I didn't need to be told, I knew what he wanted. Without a sound, I knelt between his thighs; I could see the powerful muscles in his legs as he shifted to make room for me.

I couldn't tear my eyes away as I stared at that rampant monster between his thighs. God it looked magnificent.

"Suck it." His words pierced my numbed mind.

While my brain screamed at how humiliating this had to look, my body was already complying with his demand. I reached out my hands to hold his cock as I leaned my upper body forward, my mouth opening to meet his fat cock.

I was startled when Darrin reached down and gripped my wrists. He had instructed me to do this, and yet he was stopping me.

"No hands" his voice was soft but strong in the silence of the living room.

No hands, dear God. It had been over ten years since I had given Carl oral sex. He was barely over five inches. Now Darrin wanted me to give him my mouth without restraint, for this monster. Yet, even as my brain tried to find a way to refuse, it was already too late.

My hands rested on my thighs as my head continued its descent. As that purple swollen head slid into my mouth, it was as if my world exploded.

The smell hit me first, quickly followed by the taste as he slid deeper into my mouth. God help me, I was sucking my son; and fuck did he taste good.

"Mmmmmmmmm" I couldn't suppress the guttural moan as I slid down further.

My mouth slid down to about halfway, then pursing my lips around him I slid back up. I could feel his veins pulse against my tongue as I began to slowly bob my head up and down.

"Fucking tease" I heard Darrin mutter.

His fingers knotted in my hair, and felt his large hands holding the sides of my head tight. What was he...?

"I said. SUCK IT" his deep voice commanded again.

Suddenly he pulled down on my head, and over two thirds of that fat...thick...cock; slid to the back of my throat. I gagged as the head pressed against the back of my throat; but God help me there wasn't an ounce of resistance in me.

I could hear myself; gagging and softly choking; as spit dripped down my chin. I felt a hot gush of fluids between my thighs, as I knelt like a whore and devoured my son's hard cock.

A flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye startled me. I almost panicked, thinking Carl had discovered us; and then suddenly realized I was seeing the reflection of myself in the glass of the china cabinet along the wall.

I thought the images from before had been obscene, this out stripped them all. I stared to the side, watching as if it was happening to someone else, as Darrin fucked some older woman's throat.

The only thing was; that wasn't just some older woman; that was ME kneeling there. Just like in the movie playing behind me, I knelt there, letting my son use my mouth, use my body; for his pleasure.

Where Carl caressed, Darrin ravaged. Where Carl shared, Darrin took. Where Carl made love, Darrin fucked. For the first time in my life I knew what it was like to be taken; and I was having my own continuous orgasm from it.

I tried to breathe when he slid back, and then relax my throat as he pounded back in. When I felt my node bump into his pubic hair, I felt the thrill of victory. I had taken that whole monster down my throat.

The sensation of being deep throated must have been too much for Darrin. I heard him grunt as his ass slightly lifted off the couch.

"I'm going to cum...oh fuck mom." I heard his groan softly.

If I could have, I would have begged for his hot seed right then; I couldn't because I had nine inches of fat cock shoved down my throat. I gave the only sign I could.

"Nnngghhhmmpppfffff" I moaned around his cock

I was used to Carl's little spittle; so when Darrin's cock jerked inside my mouth; I was not prepared. God how can you prepare for a fountain of cream when it floods into your mouth?

I tried to swallow as I coughed and gagged around his huge load. Cum ran from the corners of my mouth and down my chin; I swore it was going to come out my nose there was so much. I didn't care; I wanted it, every fucking drop.

I wanted to scream no, when I felt his second pulse let loose like a cannon. Part of it was in my mouth when he literally ripped my head back and off his cock.

I shook as the hot splatter of his seed coated my face. I opened my mouth, begging for more as a third thick wad erupted, coating my face and tongue.

I rocked back on my heels as Darrin panted above me. I had done it, I had made him cum; and the sheer joy that stirred in my belly was frightening.

"Fucking hell" Darrin gasped.

"Was I good?" I asked meekly.

"Good" Darrin panted. "Best cock sucking I've ever had" he said with a smile.

Darrin rose from the couch and turned off the television. I knelt in the dark, not sure what would happen next. Would he fuck me, would he eat me again? What did happen shook me to my core.

"Nice job...slut." Darrin whispered in my ear.

I sat in the dark living room in horror, as Darrin simply walked from the room. I wanted to scream I was not a slut, and the image from the glass came back. I crawled to my feet and shuffled back to my bedroom. I slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

Flipping on the light, I reached for a small towel. I froze when my eyes hit the mirror over the sink. God, my face was caked in drying semen; my lips were puffy and swollen from being stretched. I stared back at the image of...a slut.

"I'm not a slut" I whispered softly. "I'm my sons' slut." I admitted to that wanton woman staring back at me.

For the next two nights Darrin didn't come to the living room. I was bordering on panic; didn't he want me anymore? Had he conquered me and that was the end of it?

By the third day I couldn't stand it any longer. When Carl headed to his office after work, I waited. When Darrin came through the front door I meet him at the foyer.

"Darrin...I need..." My voice was almost meek. God I couldn't say the words.

To my astonishment, it wasn't a young boy who answered me; but a mature man. He was calm, and his words strong.

"I know mom, so do I." He stared at me. "But this is your choice now, not mine."

I stood and watched as he headed for the stairs and up to his room. All through the evening his words echoed in my head. My choice, what did he mean? Wasn't he the one in charge?

That night as I slid into bed, I snuggled up to Carl. I wanted sex so badly I was trying to get his motor running.

"Babe, not tonight" he grunted softly.

"Baby...I need..." I moaned softly.

"Sweetie, I pooped" Carl sighed back. "I admit defeat, I just can't tonight."

Carl turned onto his side, and that was it. But it wasn't; I lay there in the darkness staring at the ceiling. There was something he had said, and it had struck a chord deep in my belly; I tried to sort through his words.

"Oh God" I whispered softly.

Carl had admitted defeat; I now knew what Darrin was saying. He wanted me, as badly as I wanted him; but ever the loving son, he also would not force himself on me. I had to admit what I wanted.

I glanced over at Carl's sleeping form. How had it been that not once, but twice, Carl had opened the door without even knowing. As I heard his even breathing, I slid from the bed. Pulling my night shirt off, I dropped it on the floor. I started to reach for my robe, and then stopped.

No, I thought. If I was going to admit defeat; it was going to be as the slut my son wanted, and I needed to be.

Totally nude, I padded down the hallway, reaching Darrin's door. The soft glow of his light lit the floor from under his door. I reached down, turned the knob, and silently stepped into what I only hoped would be the right decision.

Darrin turned in his computer chair and looked at me. I stood just inside the door, watching him.

"Please...fuck your slut." I begged softly.

Darrin rose shirtless from his chair and advanced on me without making a sound. I looked into his eyes as he moved. There it was; that almost feral hunger I had seen glimpses of before.

My eyes dropped lower, taking in those bare pectoral muscles as they flex with his movement. Lower, across his nineteen year old washboard abs; and finally lower to the evident bulge in his jeans; Jesus he did want me.

The hunger in his face was almost overwhelming; never in my life had a man looked at me the way my son did. Automatically I tried to step back as he advanced, all I managed to do was press my bare back against the cool wood of his door.

"Darrin..." I gasped softly.

His name the only word the left my mouth; as his lips crushed to mine. I accepted his hot tongue as it slithered into my mouth; unable to stop the low guttural moan. This wasn't love...this was lust.

I had been focused on his face and then his body. Suddenly the entire world shrunk as my mind focused between my thighs; as two very fat fingers drove into the swamp between my legs.

There was no hesitation in his actions; he knew what he was after and he was taking it. I would have screamed if that wet tongue hadn't been jammed halfway to my throat.

"Mmmmffffff" I groaned.

His fingers slid deeper; until the heel of his hand mashed against my clit. As his fingers pumped into me, every stroke ending with a bolt of pleasure as he rammed into my clit; my mind melted.

I had given in; I had given myself to him. Now he was taking me the way I had only dreamed of before. I heard a familiar bump; realizing this time it wasn't a bottle of oil on a glass table; it was my hips driving my ass forward and then back in time to his fingers; my ass bumping the door as my body rocketed forward.

It could have been hours; but was only minutes before my body surrendered to his assault. My walls rippled around those fingers and I felt a huge gush of fluids pump out around his invading fingers; Dear God he was making me cum already.

His hand never stopped moving as waves pulsed through my belly. His strokes were getting only stronger as he fingered my spasming pussy. I rose to my toes as he all but impaled me on his hand.

I reached up and gripped his bare shoulders as I tried to hold myself up; my legs threatening to buckle from the intensity. I squirmed, moaned and whimpered my way through my orgasm; my eyes squeezing shut tight as I felt each wave. God, how could it get better than this?

MY eyes fluttered open as I felt those fingers withdraw. Darrin shifted until my breasts were pressed against his chest. I could feel my nipples dig into his skin as his bare hips collided with mine. He was naked I suddenly realized. How did he undress? When did that happen? My eyes grew wide as I felt the fat head of his cock lodge between my drenched lips.

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His lips separated from mine and he held for a moment; staring into my eyes.

"Mine" he whispered.

That single word completed everything. He was claiming me. I was about to commit two of the biggest sins there was, and I didn't care. The words adultery and incest echoed through my brain as I felt him begin to slide inside my dripping hole.

"Darrin" I gurgled.

I could feel my walls stretching to fit his enormous cock; burning pleasure washing through my belly. I was doing it, I was fucking my son. As my ass drove back against the door, it struck me; I wasn't fucking my son; he was taking me.

We hadn't even made it the ten feet to his bed and we were copulating like animals. My nails dug into his shoulders as he delved deeper inside me than any man had ever been. I pushed back on his shoulders and stared down between our bodies. Dear God, I was already so full inside, yet I could clearly see that barely over half of his length was inside me.

Darrin shoved his hips forward; I felt his girth drag that fat dick along my clit; and settled completely inside me. My head snapped up at his sudden motion, and with a soft thump the back of my head banged softly against the door. Dimly I compared, I mean what woman wouldn't. Where the father would hesitate from my orgasm, it only seemed to fuel the son. Where the father would hesitate; the son took.

His hips pulled back and then pounded forward, slamming his cock deep inside me. Two strokes, it was only two strokes and my pussy exploded.

"Cumming" I grunted as pleasure washed over me.

Even as my pussy spasmed, dumping my hot cream all over his cock; I felt Darrin's hands slide down my body. He lifted my thighs until my legs wrapped around his waist.

With what seemed little effort he turned and took the few steps to the edge of his bed. It was such a new sensation; to cling to his muscular body, basically impaled on nine inches of cock. I was in sheer heaven as he slowly knelt, until my ass came to rest on the edge of the bed.

It was incredible, I don't know how he did it; but he managed to stay lodged in me even as he now knelt between my lewdly spread thighs. I thought he was going to lay me out on the bed like I had seen in his porn movies; instead he kept his arms wrapped around me, my body pressing into his.

Now more comfortably positioned on his knees; his hips began to move. I could hear the obscene sucking between our bodies as he powered in and out of my dripping pussy.

"Fuck me...fuck me..." I moaned as he took me.

My experience in the bedroom before had been one of soft grunting and darkness. Carl refused to leave a light on; and the couple of occasions I had tried using a bit of spicy language; he had complained how I acted like a street whore.

For Darrin it seemed the complete opposite. As I moaned for him to fuck me, his hips picked up speed and power. I could hear the slapping of our skin together as he rocked the bed. My nipples were dragging up and down his hard chest as he fucked into me like a possessed animal as I clung to him.

What had it been...three...four orgasms? I was losing count as I felt my belly start to tighten again. I could feel how deep he was stretching me, sending small electric bolts through my belly.

"God you're tight" Darrin whispered in my ear.

"You're fucking huge" I hissed back.

I stared into his dark eyes, watching the pleasure mount inside him. He was just as lost as I was; and I knew it.

"Motherfucker" I moaned softly.

"Such a slutty mother" his hot breath was on my neck.

"Oh God...fuck me baby..." I moaned, pulling him tighter. "Don't...stop...going...to...cum..." I grunted between powerful strokes.

"Cum on me mom" Darrin moaned.

"Darrin..." I moaned as my walls tightened.

"Take it mom...take my seed." I heard him growl.

I tightened my pelvis, squeezing my walls down on him. As I felt his thick cock pulse inside me, a giant heat filled my belly. Oh God, he was cumming...inside me.

I dimly heard a low guttural moan; and my body erupted. I clung to his frame like a deranged child as I twitched and shuddered. I felt my own juices flood out of me replaced by a second thick hot wad filling my gut.

"Yesssss" I moaned.

"Cummminnggg" Darrin moaned in unison with me.

It was twenty minutes later that I finally roused myself from my sons' bed. I could feel his thick seed seep between my swollen lips and begin to trickle down my sticky thighs.

"I love you" I whispered softly to his sleeping form as I slipped out of the door.

I didn't even take the time to clean myself as I slid into my side of the bed. I sighed softly, realizing Carl would never even notice. It was all right, I thought. Carl could consume himself with work and gold; I would consume myself being my son's slut.


Bump in the Night Ch. 02 - Incest/Taboo

A different origin to the nighttime sounds.

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What had I become? How did I sink so far? Carl had been the only man I had ever known. Loving husband and devoted father, no man deserved what I was doing to him. I tried to stop, I swear I did; but it was like a midnight addiction.

I would hear that telltale thump in the darkness and my mind would fill with images of that huge cock glistening with oil. But it was more than just his cock, it was Darrin himself.

When that deep voiced commanded, I would be on my knees before I even realized I had moved, my mouth sliding over his manhood. Every time it entered me, I whimpered and begged for his seed.

All the while I tumbled down the mountainside of lust, I knew in the back of my mind this couldn't go on forever; something had to give. But I didn't care; I belonged to Darrin, I could no more stop the lust in my belly than I could stop the breathing of my lungs.

At first it was only at night; then Darrin began to exert more control. Sunday afternoon, I stood in the kitchen getting ready to start dinner. Carl was in his easy chair in the living room watching football.

I felt two powerful arms wrap around my waist from behind, startled I looked over my shoulder.

"Darrin...we can't..." I tried to whisper.

Even as I said it, I felt a hot gush fill my panties. Dear God what was he doing to my body. Without uttering a word, Darrin slowly turned my body until my ass was pressed against the sink. His hands came to rest on my shoulders, and I felt the pressure pushing me downward.

I could have resisted, his push wasn't that strong; but I didn't. I moaned as my knees came in contact with the cool tile of the kitchen floor. I could only stare as his gym shorts slid down, and nine inches of magnificent cock slid into view.

"Suck it" Darrin rumbled above me.

It wasn't a question, and I knew it. While every circuit in my brain screamed at how wrong this was; this middle aged housewife, opened her mouth and engulfed the head of her sons cock.

"Mmmmmmm" I couldn't stop the soft moan as his smell and taste assailed my mind.

"Fuck yeahhhhh" I heard him groan softly above me.

I shuddered with pleasure that I could do this to him. My pussy felt like a river as it filled my panties with hot cream. My husband sat unknowing only yards away, and his slut wife mewled for her son.

"You want my cum mom?" Darrin husked.

"Nnnnnnn" I moaned my agreement.

"Then suck it out" Darrin commended me.

My hands rested on my bare knees as I used my mouth and lips on him. Darrin leaned in and gripped the edge of the sink. His hips began to pump as he shoved that hard meat into my throat.

Once again the bump wasn't from an oil bottle; and this time it wasn't the middle of the night; as my head lightly banged against the cupboard door behind me. He was fucking my mouth; fucking my throat; and all I could think of was drinking his hot jizz.

I pursed my lips tighter, and applied every ounce of suction I could. I felt his cock throb in my mouth; God he was close. I sped up the bobbing of my head, devouring him.

"Mom...oh fuck mom" Darrin softly gurgled above me.

I was mom...his mom...and I couldn't stop myself as the first thick wad of hot cream pulsed straight down my throat. I swallowed like some starved child; internally begging for more. I got it when a second and third thick wad pulsed in.

As the flow slowly subsided, he pulled back; God he was still rock hard as he slid free of my mouth. With his cum dripping down my chin I looked up at him. I could see his eyes burning with lust; I knew given the chance he would have taken me right then and there. Yet, even he knew it wasn't the right place or time.

Without saying anything, he tucked that rampant pole into his jeans; then leaned down and kissed my cum stained lips. I just knelt there in a wash of shame and joy as my satisfied son walked out of the kitchen.

Somehow I managed to finish dinner, and all the way through the meal my panties clung to my pussy with soaking desire. After dinner Darrin excused himself to study.

I sat in the living room with Carl, watching his action shows and trying to calm my beleaguered body. Carl usually retired before me, since it gave me the chance to watch some of the television shows I preferred. Never the one for conflict in the past, this had built to almost a routine.

That was why almost two hours after Carl had gone to bed, I found myself walking down the dark hallway to the door of my bedroom. Even out here I could hear the soft snore from Carl, and I sighed. Perhaps I should have gone to bed earlier; then I might have encouraged him to be a bit frisky.

About two thirds of the way down the hall, I stopped. The light coming from under Darrin's door was like a flame to a moth. He was still up, probably studying.

I had no logical reason to go in; I had never done it before. Did I want to just say good night, or was it something else? Whatever the real reason, I turned the knob and slowly stepped through into the Promised Land.

It was like entering the living room for the first time all over. Darrin was stretched out on his bed, totally nude; he had his iPad in front of him, and one fist was gliding up and down that massive cock.

Did he know I was there? That was instantly answered when he looked up and stared at me leaning against the door. His eyes never left me as that fist continued to pump up and down.

"What are you looking at?" I asked softly.

Instead of answering, Darrin lifted the iPad and turned it to face me. I was stunned to see a photo of myself lying on the lawn chair, clad only in my bright yellow bikini. Darrin had to have taken that picture without me knowing.

I looked at the picture of me, and then down at that raging hard cock. I became someone I didn't know, that kindle of flame lit in my belly. My hands reached up and silently began to open the buttons on my blouse. I watched his cock spasm in his grip as my bra encased tits came into view.

As I unsnapped the hooks on the back and began to slowly lower my bra, I watched pre cum ooze from the tip. As my bra dropped free, my heavy breasts exposed to him, God his cock jerked in his grip.

Every article of clothing that fell from my body only made his cock harder and thicker. There was no doubt in my mind what and who he was thinking of; and it sent tingles through my skin. By the time I stood totally nude, Darrin was panting and staring.

God just watching this act sent shivers through me. It was like that night in the living room was being repeated tenfold. I stared at his throbbing cock while his eyes roamed my body; the body he wanted to fuck.

"If you cum...will you stay hard for me?" I husked.

"Yes" Darrin whispered back.

"Then cum" I told him. "Show me how much you want my body".

God I was becoming a woman I hardly knew; I felt that heat in my belly as I slowly walked to the foot of his bed. Reaching down I cupped my heavy breasts, letting my thumbs strum over my hard nipples.

"Do you want to cum on my tits?" I watched his eyes grow wide. "Do want to cum on mommy's pussy" I slowly slid a hand down over my belly."

"Oh God mom" I heard Darrin grunt.

I slowly crawled onto the foot of his bed, my eyes never leaving that throbbing hunk of meat. I knelt straddling his legs, poised only inches from his cock.

"Cum on my face Darrin" I told my son.

"Oh Jesus mom" he moaned.

I could see the strain in his face, and saw his hand pick up speed. He was close; and every word I spoke drove him closer. I felt like a whore kneeling there, waiting for my son's cream; and yet at the same time I had never felt such power.

As I knelt there, waiting; it hit me. Carl loved me...Darrin lusted for me. It was that lust that fueled me because it was for me and no one else. I controlled it, and for the first time in my life; I was the one in control.

"To late" I growled.

A look of surprise came over Darrin's face as I crawled up his body. I had never wanted something as badly as I wanted this. I stared down into his eyes as my legs straddled his hips. He was still gripping that rampant pole, holding it straight up in the air.

"I'm going to fuck you." I said.

My eyes never left his face as I drove my hips downward; I wanted to SEE what I did to this man. Darrin's eyes opened wide as my lips engulfed the head of his cock; he jerked his hand back and in one drop, I slammed down onto him.

I felt that monster skewer into me, stretching me; God I wanted to scream; I didn't. I could feel every inch plow up into me until my ass settled on his thighs, buried to the hilt. Through it all I watched Darrin's face.

Total raw lust flowed over his face, as is eyes slowly rolled back. His lips pulled back into a half snarl, as I felt his cock pulse inside me. God, I was making him cum.

"That's it baby" the filth poured out of me. "Cum in mommy; fill my cunt."

"Mom" Darrin grunted in a whisper.

I raised my hips back up, and when I felt that head spasm again inside me, I rammed back down again. The wet slurping of my cum filled pussy echoing in his small room.

I raked my nails down his bare chest as I watched his face. God he had to be pumping a gallon of cream up into me, and I loved every hot drop. Just the mere thought I could excite a man to this made my ego soar.

"That's it baby" I cooed softly. "You like cumming in mommy don't you."

Darrin's eyes refocused, and as he looked up at me, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Dear God I had never seen such primal lust in my life. I felt his hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh.

"Darrin...what are you..." that was a far as I got.

Darrin shoved up with his hips, at the same time pulling on my waist, like a rag doll I tumbled onto my side. His heavy body rolled with me and before I knew it I was splayed on my back. I heard a low rumble in the back of his throat as he reared up on his knees between my splayed thighs.

"Darrin..." I had never seen a man look at me this way. It frightened me a little.

"My turn" his throaty voice came down at me.

I was helpless as his hands gripped my ankles, pulling my legs up and out. He slowly pulled back; I could feel that thick shaft grating across my throbbing clit.

Darrin held still, poised. I tense and waited...and waited...hanging there I waited. Then that massive cock slammed home.

My tits shook like jelly from the impact; I felt my gut wrench as he shot so fucking DEEP. Juices sprayed out of me in an uncontrollable fountain as he pounded into me again and again.

Dimly I heard the head board of his bed thump against the wall. I really didn't care at that point, and honestly the noise was drowned out by my scream.

"Darrriinnnnnnn" I cried out as that fat cock took me.

Holding my legs the way he was, Darrin had not been able to stop my outburst, but I didn't care. Carl could have been standing at the foot of the bed; all he would have seen is a man claiming HIS woman and that was what I was; Darrin's woman.

I stared wildly up at my son, the sweat glistening on his face. God he fucked me like a machine. Long powerful strokes as his pelvis slapped into me. I heard the soft thump of the head board every time his hips slapped against mine. His heavy balls gave a wet smack as they collided with my soaked pussy.

I grunted as he drove my body into the mattress; reaching up behind me, I braced my hands against the headboard, and pushed back against his thrusts; God I wanted that monster to come out my throat.

I looked down and watched my heavy tits swaying on my chest as he mauled my body, then down further over my slick belly; to the most erotic and yet obscene sight of all; that huge cock of his slicing in and out of my pussy.

If was covered in white cream, coated in my pleasure; I could see it throb with power. I had never real experienced being taken like this; the simple humping of his father, in a dark bedroom, couldn't even compare.

I felt my walls tighten as I stared between our coupled bodies. I pulled my eyes away and looked up at Darrin, as I spewed out my encouragement.

"Oh fuck yes" I gurgled. "Take me baby, own your mother." I moaned.

"Fuck me...fuck me...oh fuck me" I grunted to every stroke.

"Going to cum" I groaned as my belly tightened. "Don't stop...make momma cum." I told him.

This time he released my ankles; my legs dropping to the bed I dug in my heels and drove my hips into his. My whole body convulsed as lights exploded behind my eyes. It had to be the mother of all orgasms as I felt his hand finally slap over my gaping mouth.

"Gnnnnnaaaaammmmmmmfffffffffffffff" I tried to scream into his palm.

I tried to watch him, but sparks kept going off everywhere and my eyes lost focus. I felt a huge surge as the wave rolled through my body; I heard the wet squelch as my juices poured out to soak his bed. As I felt my cream ejecting out, I felt that huge dick slam in again.

I felt him pull back as a third wave mounted. Oh God, he was still fucking me. I was nearly delirious as he pounded down into my quaking body. Reaching up to grip his biceps I shook my head, feeling his hand slip away.

Just as his hips slammed down onto me, I pulled on his biceps; feeling the weight of his body crash down. The head board of the bed kept up that musical sound against the wall as Darrin's hips just went on and on and on.

God my clit was on fire as he ground down into me; my breasts were mashed against his chest. I could hear his labored breathing in my ear. It was like one continuous orgasm as Darrin took me like a man should.

"That's it...fuck me...oh my God so good" I husked in his hear.

I felt that huge fuck stick swelling, expanding inside my walls. As it began to throb total obscene filth poured out of a middle aged mother.

"Fuck me baby...fuck your mother...oh shit" I panted. "I'm going to cum...on my son...oh God."

I had given up on being redeemed; and had jumped willingly into the cesspool of lust; and I was wallowing in it. The room stank of our sex, the sound of squishing as his cock filled me again and again, matched by the wet smacking on skin on skin; all of it accompanied by the sound of the bed thumping against the wall.

I knew the sound could wake Carl; and I didn't give a damn. If my husband would have walked into the room at that moment; I would have told him to stand there and watch how a real man makes love.

"Mom; I need to pull..." Darrin huffed.

"NO" I dug my nails into his biceps.

"You could..." he tried to warn me.

"I don't CARE" I hissed in his ear. "God help me...I don't care" I sighed.

"Don't ever pull out Darrin" I told him.

"Cum...in my...cunt..." the woman I had become demanded.

Darrin did just that; with a groan he drove down onto me once again. The thumping of the bed stopped as I felt his body quiver against mine.

Silence reigned in that bedroom; Darrin must have been holding his breath, I know I literally couldn't breathe from the raw pleasure. Other than the quivering of his muscles under my hands, Darrin never moved.

A glorious heat started deep in my belly, spreading outward. I felt it encompass my entire pelvis and then begin to spread through the rest of my body.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh" I sighed softly, letting that held breath free.

"God" I heard Darrin's voice in my ear, as his hot breath wafted over my neck.


Bump in the Night Ch. 03 - Incest/Taboo

Mom and Son Make their own night noises.

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I was losing control, and I knew it. We were going to get caught, and I knew it. Ask me if I would stop and I would simply have said I couldn't. It wasn't a matter of wanting anymore; it was a pure physical need.

I had never been made love to like Darrin did; and it was almost like a narcotic to my body. Every time I would try and stop what was happening, I would make a few days; and then the hunger in my belly would draw me back.

We were taking more chances and it frightened me; and thrilled me. Darrin ravaged my pussy in the afternoon before his father got home from work, making me cook dinner while his thick cream oozed down my thighs.

He hammered me senseless in the shower before bed; it was the first time I truly squirted in my life. When I slid into bed next to Carl, I could feel our son's thick seed seeping out to soak into the sheets.

Worse, the one time he wore a condom; I almost went berserk.

"Take it off" I told him.

"Mom, we need..." Darrin tried to say.

"I don't care what we need" I told him. "I care about what I WANT." I stared into his eyes.

"I want to feel every inch inside me; every vein, every pulse; do you understand." I said deadly calm. "And when you cum, I want to feel it, deep inside my pussy."

"Jesus" Darrin muttered.

I had never been very assertive, and something in me was changing. The fact I wanted him, and he wanted me; seemed to drive my hunger higher.

I tried to bring things back to normal, but every effort only seemed to drive me into Darrin's arms even more.

On a Thursday, guilt had been the word for the day; so I decided I would head to bed with Carl. I had tried this before, but hoped my new lingered might stimulate something...anything.

We started out with a bit of petting, and before I knew it Carl had leaned over and turned off the light, his heavy body settling on top of me. Christ, we had just started getting warmed up and he was ready for the main event.

"Honey...can we leave the light on?" I asked softly.

"Why" his voice came in the dark.

"I want to see you" I tried to encourage him.

"What's to see, I'm going to stick it inside." His voice was so damned calm.

Stick it inside? Not make love to me; not even fuck me; he was simply going to stick 'it' inside. I felt his five inches slide inside and wrapped my arms around him.

After five minutes two things happened. The first was the terrible realization he was barely making any noise. There was no grunting or panting; and his breathing was barely labored as he moved.

The second was when he simply stopped moving. Was something wrong? I felt him relax on me...no he couldn't have.

"Baby, are you all right?" I asked quietly.

"Yes; why?" Carl said in the same tone of voice. "I'm done."

He was done? Done doing what? Getting himself off while I lay here ready to start? I was dumbfounded. Fifteen feet down the hallway was a man who would have pounded me until I begged for more; and then powered into me until he all but hit my cervix; a man who would drip passionate sweat on my body while he took me; commanding my body to cum for him.

Instead I lay on my back in the dark, listening to Carl silently settle onto his side of the bed. What had once been more than satisfactory; had now paled into comparison to what were mere feet down the hall in my son's room.

The next night I sat in the living room again, my body all but humming with need. I looked at Carl and thought of last night. Slowly I rose from the couch. Honestly I would have just walked out of the room and walked up those stairs to my son's room; but Carl's voice stopped me.

"You going to bed?" he asked without looking from the television.

"I need to talk to Darrin" I answered. "His school work is slipping." I added as an afterthought.

"Huh; tell the boy to buckle down. He needs to work harder." Carl's attention never left the television.

"I will" I said as I turned to the stairs.

"Damn kid needs to learn to get it right" Carl muttered.

"I'm sure he will" I said softly as I mounted the stairs.

I mounted the stairs and walked the short hallway; without hesitation I turned the knob and stepped inside. At least I had enough presence to turn to small lock behind me.

I stood just inside the closed door and watched as Darrin swiveled in the small chair at his desk. I knew he was studying, I could see the text books; but right then I really didn't care.

As was his usual he was dressed only in his gym shorts. My eyes traveled over his lean body, I watched the pectoral muscles and biceps shift as he moved in his chair. I felt a gush fill my panties as I looked at the bulge in his shorts.

For all the warped logic in my brain; this was the hardest to fight. I mean how do you compare a man who is lean and muscular to a pot belly and balding head? How do you even start to compare nine inches of hard cock to five inches of pencil dick?

Silently I reached up and untied the knot to my robe, Darrin's eyes watched as I slid the robe over my shoulders and let it drop to the bedroom floor.

"Mom?" he asked.

I just reached up to the spaghetti straps of my camisole nightgown, letting the thin cloth flutter to the floor and join my robe. Standing there, totally nude in my son's bedroom, I watched as his cock thickened, filling out his shorts. I can't describe the ego boost it creates when you know that just the mere sight of your body can do that to a man.

But I wasn't there for idle chatter; last night's disaster had left me hungry. Against all my better judgements, I looked my son in the eye; and for the first time in my life; I took control.

"Fuck me Darrin" I whispered.

"Mom" this time his voice cracked.

I slowly walked to his bed, and I could feel his eyes burning on my nude skin. Sliding onto the top of his covers, I laid back and stared at him. I could see the obvious bulge now in his shorts; and I knew I was winning.

"Dad?" Darrin asked, glancing at the door.

I slid my legs further apart, letting him see the glistening moisture between my thighs. Reaching up one hand, I cupped my full breast, teasing my nipple.

"I know you want it...as much as I do" I husked. "Come and fuck your mother baby." I coaxed him.

Darrin rose from his chair and came to the side of the bed. I watched as he stood there, the obvious tent in his gym shorts pushing the fabric out.

"Take them off" I told him.

As his shorts slid down and fell to the floor, I stared wantonly at his cock. God, how do you describe such a thing; that swollen purple head that dripped pre-cum; a thick hard shaft with veins pulsing full of blood.

God, nine inches of cock steel hard for MY body. I felt my cream pulse from between my thighs, lubricating me for that monster. I looked into Darrin's eyes.

"I'm waiting" I whispered.

As Darrin slid over my body on his bed, I reached up and cupped the sides of his face. My voice dripped lust as I spoke.

"I don't want loving baby" I husked. "I want you to FUCK me." I told him.

"I want you to ram that big...fat...cock...into me" I told my loving son. "I want you to pound my cunt until I cry your name. I want you to fuck me until I beg for that cum." I told him.

"Jesus mom" his eyes were huge with surprise.

I had never been this forward before. I reached down and gripped the shaft of his cock, feeling it throb in my palm. I aimed that engorged head right at my seeping hole.

"This one is mine" I grated. "Take me baby."

I had done it; I had totally given in to my hunger. I could always have claimed it was Darrin; his hunger, his hormones; that caused the previous encounters. Not this time, this was all me.

"Oh fuck" I grunted as his hips dropped down.

I released the thick shaft just as his purple head speared my lips, driving in. I squeaked as inch by inch he relentlessly drove into me. Fuck it felt good, my body reacted instantly as fluids poured out around his cock; making it slick for full entry.

And that was what he gave me; as his balls slapped against my ass; and I lay there stunned; with his huge cock filling me. I reached up and gripped his biceps even as I spread my legs wider; giving him total access to me.

"That's it...fuck me." I grunted.

Every thrust rang thru my pelvis as he powered in and out of me. Now THIS was fucking I thought. I could hear the wet sucking sounds of my pussy as it pulled him in; my belly flipped in rolls as I felt his cock filling me so deep. God he felt even bigger than before, my walls stretched to the limit to fit him.

I slid my arms from his biceps to his bare chest, my eyes staring into his. I dug my nails into his skin, and slowly drug them down his chest. I felt his body shudder as light pain mixed with pleasure.

"Come on...FUCK me" I grated up at him.

I watched Darrin's face slowly transform before my eyes. He went from loving and attentive son, to a hungry male; and then that almost feral animal look as sheer lust finally took over.

"Faster, give me that cock" I panted at him.

His hips picked up speed, hammering down into me. God he was like the perfect fucking machine as what felt like gallons of hot juices just poured out of me.

"Fuck me...oh God yes...harder baby...HARDER" I commanded him.

I saw that fire burn in his eyes, and braced my body; here came the real fucking I needed so badly. Darrin pulled back, and for a moment I thought his cock would slip free he was so far; but that thought only lasted a split second it took him to reverse course.

I felt ten inches of hard cock go so deep, it hit places no man had ever been. He rammed down so hard I actually felt a jolt rip through my gut as the fat head of his cock pressed against my cervix.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSS" I screamed, out of control.

It was a totally new sensation as a light pain blended with raw pleasure when he pressed into that spongy surface. I had never felt so full. Sparks went off behind my eyes as my belly tightened, and then exploded.

"Ghuuu...nnngggg...hunnnnnn" I heard myself gurgling.

His blows were incredible as my body bounced like a rag doll under my son. Darrin's thrusts made my breasts wobble on my chest; I heard and felt him slap into my pelvis.

Then a sound I knew all too well filled the background. The light thumping as the headboard of his bed began to tap against the wall. Over and over I heard that bang, followed by his grunt and my curse.

"Fuck...me...God...FUCK...ME..." I moaned like some common whore.

I dimly felt my juices eject from my body, spraying his pelvis; washing him in my pleasure. Every time his body slammed into mine, a new fountain of pussy cream spilled out.

"Cumminggg on you...oh God Darrin..." I gasped and he never slowed.

I felt his cock growing inside me; dear God he couldn't get any bigger or he would split me in half. In my sex hazed brain I suddenly registered what was happening. I reached up and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, clinging to him like some wanton teenager.

"Cum in me...give it to me Darrin..." I whimpered.

"Mom...can't..." he grunted as I pulled his face next to mine.

"God yes" I hissed in his ear. "Fill momma, flood me baby...drown me in your seed..." God what had I become.

My whole world devolved down to one thing, his cum. I WANTED it; and I wanted it where it should never be; deep inside my belly. His hammering hips never let up as his face pressed to mine.

I heard a low growl rumble through his throat; and then that giant invading cock jerked inside me.

"Fuck" I grunted.

"Yesssss" Darrin moaned.

I felt it, God help me I felt it. Hot scalding fluids flooded into me, washing my walls. As the heat swept through my belly, my gut wrenched again. I couldn't even give words as my orgasm tore through me like a freight train.

All the frustrations of last night vanished in that moment; all thoughts of Carl...the house...that this was my son...disappeared in raw pleasure. I had come into this room for one thing, I had demanded it; and Darrin had fulfilled it.

In the middle of my break for freedom, I heard a new sound. It wasn't the headboard; I tried to clear my hazed brain, when I heard a voice.

"Are you OK in there?" Oh God it was Carl, at the door.

"Yes" I grunted back.

"Is everything all right?" I heard him ask.

"It's...perfect..." I grunted back.

Good God, Darrin was still fucking me. I could feel his cum seeping out of my abused pussy and dribble along the crack of my ass. His father was at the bedroom door; and he was still pounding into me.

"Well, I'm going to bed" I heard Carl's voice through the door. "Are you coming?"

That innocent question was answered when Darrin's hot voice whispered in my ear.

"I'm cumming... again" he announced.

My eyes snapped wide; Dear God...twice? How could he? Did I excite him that much? When I felt that intense heat filling my belly a second time in mere moments; I gave the only answer I could.

"I'M CUMMINNGGGGGGGGG" I wailed to both men.

It was as if I had lost control of my own body; I felt my ass cheeks clench as I squeezed that huge cock inside me. I felt a hot wetness erupt between our bodies, soaking Darrin in my fluids and I knew once again I was squirting. My eyes rolled back sightless as my world focused on the spasms rolling through my belly.

The intensity of my orgasm overwhelmed me; I could feel a darkness slip over my brain as my body convulsed on my son's bed. It was only a few moments, but I felt myself drift back; and realized I had blacked out from my huge orgasm.

As I weakly moved I found I was laying sprawled over Darrin, my breasts pressed against his chest. God, I don't know if I could endure that again, but I was willing to try.

As I eased off my son, his thick cock slid free with a wet squelch, and I could feel our combined juices ooze between my sore lips. I looked down at him and saw the sheer wonder in his eyes.

"Where the hell did that come from" he asked.

"For once, I wanted it my way." I said softly.

I wasn't sure how he would respond to his submissive mother finally taking control, and it worried me. Then, I saw a broad smile spread across his face.

"Lady, you can have it your way anytime you want" his voice was laced with love and lust at the same time.

I felt my heart swell, and I leaned down and softly kissed his lips. I don't know why or how; but I had evolved from a middle aged mother to a common whore who needed fucking; and now to a true lover.

As I slipped from his room, I knew; I was quickly approaching the pinnacle; and soon I was going to be forced to make a choice. I just wasn't sure what choice that would be.

For two weeks, I tried to work things through my frazzled mind. Through it all I never went more than a day or two and either I or Darrin was pawing at the other.

He fucked me in his bed as the headboard banged the wall; she slammed that hard dick deep into me as I showered. Once, when Carl had made a run to town; he bent me over the kitchen tabled and fucked me so hard my belly hurt. When I screamed his name at the top of my lungs, he rammed a finger into my virgin ass; and I lost it. It took twenty minutes to clean up the mess I sprayed on the kitchen floor.

My son owned me, I had no doubts. I hungered for him, craved his cock. I begged for his seed in my unprotected womb night after night, not caring what the consequences could be.

By Monday I was reaching my wits end. I would be ravaged by guilt as I slid my exhausted body into bed next to my husband; then consumed with lust as I spread myself open on my sons bed.

Like most people, when you focus so intently on one thing, you tend to forget other things. What I forgot; was unforgiveable. Through the haze of lust, I forgot my anniversary.

When Carl had softly kissed me on the cheek before heading to bed, I was surprised. I couldn't think of why he would, he had never been one for much affection.

"Happy Anniversary" his words tore through my gut.

As he headed up the stairs I sat on the couch stunned; God how had I become so base I had forgotten my own anniversary. God, what had I done? Tears streamed down my cheeks as I thought of the man who had stood beside me now these many years. I didn't hate him; I just needed...I let the thought end there.

Resolving that tonight would be different; I rose and headed for the stairs. Darrin was working the later shift, so there would be no lustful distractions. Tonight, it needed to be about Carl.

I already had my blouse unbuttoned as I stepped into the bedroom. The quiet of the room struck me; glancing around I realized Carl was not in bed yet. I was surprised as he was a man of strong routines; and it rarely took him more than ten minutes to prepare for bed.

My tearful soul searching had definitely taken longer than that, but he must still be getting ready. Opening the master bathroom door, I entered to join him. I froze as I entered an empty room.

Without even thinking clearly I looked for him in the bedroom again; that was when I realized the difference. The bed had not even been turned down; which meant he had never even been in the room.

I softly padded back into the hall and looked; there was only three other doors. Our spare bedroom which we had set as a storage room; the main bathroom, and...God no; I shivered.

I slowly opened the door to Darrin's room, and with the backlight of the hall, watched the figure of my husband come into view, snuggled in our sons' bed.

"Carl?" I asked softly.

"I wondered when you would come up." His voice came from the semi dark room.

"Why are sleeping in here?" I tried to wrap my confused mind around everything.

"Come and sit" he told me.

His voice wasn't yelling or screaming; he was as calm as if we were sitting down to dinner. I walked slowly across and eased down onto the edge of the bed as Carl shifted to the side. It suddenly struck me; I was sitting in the same spot I had when Darrin and I had first...I trembled.

"Did you think I wouldn't know" his soft voice came through the dark.

"Oh God" I sobbed.

"Shhhhhhhhh" I felt his hand gently take mine. "Let me talk" he said.

"When we were first married" his voice was clam and clear. "I couldn't get enough of you. I think we even had sex four times in one day...back then."

I shuddered, remembering how we would rut like animals in our first apartment, the neighbors pounding on the walls to make us quiet down.

"These last five years; something's...changed." His voice resumed. It's not you, honestly hun." His hand gently squeezed mine. "God knows you have enough sex drive for the both of us."

God help me he actually chuckled at the humor of his own words. I was feeling like the great betrayer, and he was making jokes.

"Carl" I said firmly.

"Sorry" he apologized. "But that's the issue; you have the sex drive; and I...don't." he said softly.

I tensed, waiting. Was I fat; was I aging; had he found a younger woman? All those thoughts raged through my mind. All of it was shattered with his next words.

"At least not with...women." His words sliced into me.

"Oh my God" I couldn't suppress the gasp.

"Don't be shocked, you knew I was bisexual when we met." He said.

He was right, I did know. During our first few years of marriage I couldn't count the number of swinger parties we had attended. But that had all ended when Darrin was born; I had decided we needed to settle down, and be a proper family.

As that thought swept through my mind, a mental image filtered with it. We had been to a party and I had been more horny than usual. I remember being on my hands and knees while some man shoved his fat dick into me; while Carl...oh God he was fucking the man's ASS.

I suddenly realized Carl had sat up in the bed next to me. In the light from the hall I could finally see his eyes. I stared into them as he held my hand. I didn't even know what to say at that moment; but he did.

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"Does he satisfy you?" he asked softly.

"Carl" I choked out.

"Does he?" Carl pressed.

My will collapsed in that moment. I slumped there on the edge of the bed as I admitted defeat. I had been fucking my son; and my husband knew.

"Yes" I whispered.

"Then go to your bedroom and wait for him" Carl gave a small smile.

"What about...?" I glanced around the room.

"Well, Darrin and I can work that out later" he nodded. "Believe me you won't keep me up" he smiled. "I've already had my anniversary...present."

Before I knew what had happened or even how; I walked back to my bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed stunned. I wanted to cry; but was it with shame...or relief.

Carl and I had talked for almost an hour; it was one of the hardest things I had ever done. We both knew we loved each other; but we both admitted we didn't desire each other.

When I had asked him if he wanted a divorce; I had been surprised at the violence of his reply. He had said he simply could not imagine his life without the two people who had been with him for so long and the funny thing was he was right; I couldn't imagine it either.

So, apparently he had decided to give me my anniversary present...our son. Life would go on as it had, with the two men literally switching roles.

The whole concept boggled my mind while I sat there. I glanced at the clock and realized I only had a half an hour and Darrin would be home. My first reaction was how to tell him; and then it struck me. For the first time, we would make love; in OUR bed. And there would be no need to restrain ourselves. That simple thought brought a wrench to my belly, and sent a gush of hot fluids into my panties.

I stood and disrobed; walking to the night stand I retrieved the bottle of baby oil I kept there with my toys. By the time I heard the front door, my body was covered head to toe in a sheer glisten from the oil.

I stretched out on the bed, waiting. I heard footsteps as they ascended the steps. In my mind I could see him open his bedroom door; and what he would find. I knew he wouldn't wake his father, he would come to me.

I heard soft footsteps down the hall, and then there he was. I could see the confusion on his face as he stood in the doorway; I wondered if that was what I had looked like before.

"Mom, why...Holy God!" he stopped as his eyes fell on me.

I swear I could watch the size of the bulge in his jeans grow as he stared. Once again I felt that thrum of pleasure in the pit of my stomach that I could still do that to a man, even if he was my son.

"Do you like?" I asked softly.

"God yes" I heard him softly choke.

"Then why are you still dressed?" I gave a small smile.

"But...dad..." he looked back down the hall confused.

"This is his choice" I reassured Darrin. "Are you going to accept?" I asked nervously.

I knew the turmoil in his mind, I had felt every bit of it myself earlier. Unlike me, the decision was much swifter with him. I watched as each piece of his clothing came off, and at the same time he advanced on the bed. By the time he was standing at my side; that huge tube of cock was standing straight out from him like a steel pole.

There was so much I wanted to ask, so much I wanted to say; but I just lay on the bed drawing small circles over my belly with a finger as I watched him. I could see the growing hunger in his eyes; I waited.

As he slid onto the bed, his lean body hovering over mine; I watched his lips slowly come closer.

"Your turn baby" I whispered as our mouths connected.

I felt his hot tongue slip into my mouth at the same moment two thick fingers slid between my oil slick lips. God it was heavenly; to finally give myself so completely.

"Darrin" I groaned into his mouth.

Reaching up I pressed on his shoulders, our bodies slowly rolling over until he was spread out on his back on the wide bed. God, for the first time I could enjoy every inch of him and not feel like we were in some narrow box. I lay my oil slick body on top of his; and like some Nuru massage; began to slide my entire body up and down his.

I shuddered as my breasts slid along his hot skin, my nipples scraping his pectorals. I could feel his thick cock trapped between us, gliding along from my belly to my groin and then back up. I looked down into his eyes in the pale light from the bedside lamp.

"I belong to you now" I whispered.

"Oh God mom" Darrin moaned.

"What do you want to do baby, tell me" I husked.

"I want...oh fuck" he groaned.

"Say it" I moaned softly down at him.

I ground my slick pelvis against his cock; I could feel his length between my thighs; sliding along my inflamed lips. God I wanted him, I just had to be sure.

"Say it" I whispered.

Darrin's eyes were filled with fire as I felt his hands grip my slick hips. I didn't resist as he shifted my body higher; until I felt that hard cock slip between my thighs. Our bellies were pressed together, his engorged head only an inch or less from my dripping opening.

"I want to fuck you" his voice dripped with lust.

I shivered at the intensity in his voice; I had never heard a man want me this badly, not even Carl. That night, on my wedding anniversary; I gave myself to my son.

"Then take me" I croaked.

The oil had been for more than appearance; as his grip tightened and I felt him pull my body down; I felt that swollen purple head easily slip between my lips.

"Oh God yes" I grunted as my walls expanded for him.

I looked down into my sons' eyes; as inch by inch he slid up into me; his now oil slick cock parted my lips and drove deep in one swift move. I could feel my walls expanding to fit him; barely able to keep up with the thick length that filled me.

"Oh God" I whispered. "Fuck me baby; fuck me like you've always wanted to."

It amazed me how my world hand changed. Everything vanished; wife, mother, even middle aged housewife; it all just disappeared as Darrin began to pump up into me.

I could feel his slick fingers dig into my fleshy hips; and I ground my ass against him with every stroke in. As he pulled back I glanced between our bodies and watched hot juices drip from my hole onto his groin. As I lifted my head I felt a hot warmth surround one hanging breast. Darrin had raised his head and was pulling my aching nipple in deep.

The twin assault on my body pushed me higher. I was climbing the mountain rapidly and raced for the peak. In what was probably less than a dozen powerful strokes; I changed from a shy sot spoken mother; to a slut in heat as filth I didn't even recognize poured out of me.

"Oh God fuck me Darrin" I moaned. "This is...yours" I grunted. "Fuck my cunt; use me you animal; pound my cunt baby" I babbled as I climbed.

I could feel my walls begin to tighten as he pounded up into me relentless. My ass slapped against his thighs as I began to bounce up and down; trying to drive him even deeper.

"Oh fuck...don't stop...oh shit...going to...OH MY GOD..." I started ranting.

It was right there, I sat right on the cusp; his cock dragging along my clit. Every zeroed down between my thighs as my orgasm barreled down on me. Then, it was gone; oh my fucking God.

I squealed as Darrin's ass sharply rose from the bed, lifting me up; he continued the motion as he forced my body over. Toppling onto the bed I felt his shift between my spread thighs.

The haze of pure lust is more than you think; it fades the mind and confuses your thought process. It took me a moment to realize what Darrin was doing. By the time my mind registered what had happened I was on my back; Darrin had pulled my legs up and folded them against my chest, mashing them into my tits. The weight of his body pressed down on me as his hips continued to move. My ass was totally exposed, tilted up into the air. My knees were bent and my legs spread wide; it opened me up to him completely to him.

"Darrin" was all I got out before my mind and body both exploded.

With his entire weight Darrin slammed down onto me. His chest rammed against my folded legs, jamming them deep into my swinging tits. I felt his heavy balls slap against my tight rosebud as he pounded into me; my body bouncing on the bed under him.

Every stroke down ground his pelvis against my engorged clit, sending a shockwave through my belly. I dimly heard screaming, and realized that it was me doing the screaming.

"DAAARRRIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN" I screamed with total abandon.

"Fuck me, pound me, do it baby; oh shit, oh God...harder...more...oh fuck...I'M CUMMMINNNNGGGGG" I wailed.

Before, Darrin would ease up, letting me savor the ripples and waves of my orgasm; this time his pace never wavered. Wet squelching mixed with my scream as the first explosion was set off deep in my gut. Before it had even calmed down; a second bomb went off; dwarfing the first.

By the time the third rolled on the heels of the second, I was beyond caring. My eyes rolled back and my nails dug into his bare chest. My ass felt like I was lying in a lake I had flooded the bed so much; the wet sheets clung to my skin. The smell of raw sex reeked in the air as Darrin sloshed through my pussy.

"Cum...please" I whimpered as I felt my body hitting the end of endurance.

"Mom" Darrin grunted above me.

I refocused my eyes with effort and stared up into my son's face. I could see raw lust shining in his eyes; and behind them a question. I reached up a hand and weakly caressed his cheek.

"I know baby" I whispered. "I know what I'm asking." I encouraged him.

"Oh God mom" Darrin groaned in need.

I felt his cock, swelling; expanding as it stretched my walls more. I felt sweat covered full balls slap my ass; and right then I wanted every drop from those heavy balls...inside me.

"That's it Darrin" I crooned "Give momma every drop. Fill me with that seed baby" I husked.

I felt his hips slam down on me and hold, his entire body quivering. Silence reigned in the bedroom for about two seconds; through it heard Darrin's heartbeat as his body quivered; and behind it a soft ragged breathing.

I slowly turned my head, and there in the doorway stood Carl. His eyes were huge as he stared at his wife and son rutting like animals. In his grip was a thick cock, I hadn't seen him that hard in years.

"MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" roared Darrin above me.

I felt his cock pulse, and then that pressure as hot thick cum pumped into me. At literally the same moment, Carl spasmed; and a thick rope of cum spewed from the tip of his cock, arcing out in front of him.

As my brain began to shut down from the intensity; one thought crossed as the darkness crept in.

Both men were cumming; only my son's was where I wanted it; in my hungry fertile belly.