There was wetness from my orgasm everywhere: on his chin, his neck, and his cheeks. He had been on my pussy for nearly a half hour and showed no signs of being sated. Nor did I.
My nineteen-year-old son, Nathan Waller was a really good lover. Let me rephrase that – he was the best lover I ever had.
It was a cold early January Wednesday, and he was home for another ten days before his spring semester began. It was the first week back to school for his sisters and we had the house to ourselves. Steve was back to work, and I was off today from my work as a physical therapist. I was off every other “hump day,” a nickname my wonderful husband could not avoid mentioning before leaving us knowing we would be in bed and humping shortly.
He was right, as we had rushed upstairs as soon as the garage door dropped and were naked in less than ten seconds! We fell onto the bed giggling as we made out. Our hands explored each other like it was their first time even though we had fucked just two days ago at his girlfriend Bunny’s house in a fabulous foursome with her and her dad.
Nathan had begun this morning by ravishing my breasts with wet suckles and hard nibbles, just how I liked it. Travelling down my torso, he had moaned as he tasted my wet need. I had arched and flopped my arms to the side surrendering to his expert machinations. That was orgasm one.
“Ohhh baby! Just like that! Oh, Nathan, Mommy loves how you – ungh – eat her up. Right there, right THERE!” The second cum of the morning was bigger and felt even wetter.
Smacking his lips he looked up from between my legs with his college-aged handsome face smiling that sexy grin. “Jeez Mom! Guess I won’t have to shower.”
I made a raspberry sound and took hold of his shoulders pulling him up on top of me. I wrapped my arms and legs around his tight majestic body and melded my mouth to his. It was a hard kiss full of tongue and humming. I nearly squealed from the sexual high of making love to my son.
He pulled back, easily pushing his torso up with his incredibly strong arms. I gave him a very serious look and said, “I need you in me. You need to fill me up right now.”
“Yes Ma’am,” he smiled.
I reached down to take hold of my favorite sex organ on the planet, but he had another idea in mind. Just as I was setting it up for a perfect approach vector he pushed hard and impaled me fully without any assistance from me. My breath caught, my eyes flew open, and my body instinctively froze. My ears rang and my heartbeat pounded in my chest. He held still staring down at me with the fire reserved for primal males in the height of mating.
After a good eight or 10 seconds my breath returned, and I screamed out in lustful orgasmic agony. No one had ever done that to me in my entire life and it was unbelievably overwhelming. He flexed his groin, and the beast pulsed inside me.
“Oh God, oh God oh God! What just… Oh, Nathan!”
Without responding, he pulled back and drove into me. Once more my internal musculature instinctively grabbed hold, wanting to milk him, squeeze him and hold him inside for the purpose of mating. After all that was the reason for this act, was it not?
I barely had time to register the twins of fear and excitement at the prospect of me carrying his child when I felt an orgasm rising again. He barely started the fuck, and I was ready to peak. He stroked out and back in with majestic power. Losing my breath again, my head tossed back and forth as he went into a fury of hard direct attacks on my cervix.
Over and over, he drove into me, my body falling limp, my hips barely being able to adjust to the incomprehensible fulfillment of sexual need. Orgasms rolled over like epic shockwaves, and I knew once again that having my son for a lover was a gift the universe had given me. And I would never take it for granted.
I wanted to feel all of him. I knew my medium-sized breasts were bouncing back and forth; my nipples aching for attention. I was able to grab hold of them and pinch hard. My eyes closed and my breath went ragged as sweat began dripping from my young lover. Then with a grunt for the ages, he stiffened and fired off volley after volley into me. Painting my walls and sending in an army of baby-makers.
Should we? I shook my head to scatter the thought…and the desire.
Once again he had proven why neither Steve nor Bunny nor Dayton, nor even my mother-in-law could compete for “best lover.” And none of them would try.
***
Sometime later that morning we were on fuck five. My upper body lay on the bed, my head turned sideways, my mouth drooling from a recent throat fuck where I had gladly swallowed another load. My legs hung off the side of the bed, losing their strength and firmness. Now my son’s epic steel was plunging my back door. Anal sex had recently become one of my favorite acts and no one did it like my son. The slap of his pelvis on my ass gave soundtrack to the carnal fury pounding into me and I simply yelped in high-pitched “ohs” with each impact.
I could tell he was starting to tire as his grunts seem to be coming from deep in his core reserves. With a tight grip on my hips, he stiffened once more and unloaded into me. He slid halfway out filling my rear tunnel with one more load of his seminal offering. It certainly wasn’t as big as the prior, yet its heat was enough to send me off into one more sweet little release.
After a moment, he flopped next to me on his back, his breath ragged, his hand rubbing his forehead. He turned to me, and I smiled. With a little bit of strength left, he turned sideways, and we kissed softly. Touching foreheads, he breathily said, “Mom, that was…”
“Epic,” I finished with his favorite post-coital adjective.
He softly chuckled and said, “Yep. Totally… And I think it’s time for a lunch break.” Men only think of two things and the second is food.
I hummed, nodded and closed my eyes, enjoying the satisfaction of a well-used body. All three of my holes had been serviced, and I could not be happier. “That sounds great, baby, but I think we need a shower first.” Neither one of us moved for a good couple of minutes and then we both laughed, sexual exhaustion, claiming us both.
After a lovely shower with gentle kisses and soft cleaning of one another, we sat in bathrobes in the kitchen. We shared a large sandwich and some carrots and juice. It was obvious that as athletes we knew what we would need to keep going for the rest of the afternoon. With that last anal exertion, I had passed my official record of most fucks in one twelve-hour period. I decided to share that with my competitive son.
Sitting at the table where it had all started was often surreal, but in this case, it just felt right. He leaned over and gently caressed my face with the back of his hand, and I closed eyes and sighed at the loving gesture.
Thinking he was going to say something, sweet and even romantic I should not have been surprised when he challenged me.
“Five? … don’t know,” he said cockily as he flexed his arms. “Do you think you can keep up with my youthful energy for the rest of the day?”
Eyebrows raised in parental admonition I was just about to answer when a sweet familiar voice came from the back door in the mudroom.
“Is anybody home?”
Nathan’s eyes flew open and in a panic, he made to run off. I grabbed his arm and gently shook my head. I softly whispered, “Wait, it’s alright, trust me.”
Ever since Steve had enjoyed his mother in our marital bed, Alice had been hinting at wanting to have her “sexy grandson” next. Nathan had been aware since the unfortunate reveal on Thanksgiving.
Over Christmas, Steve had had two more sessions with Alice. I even enjoyed some on-one with her the day after New Year’s. A few times she had brought up Nathan and I encouraged her to let him come to her…literally. However, after a deep discussion with Steve, we decided perhaps Nathan just needed a little push in that direction. He had not said yes, and yet he had not enthusiastically said no.
All parties involved knew that at any time we all had the right to say “no.”
(Bunny’s only comment had been,” It’ll be hot, Babe!” LOL)
I had told Alice about our hump day and when would be a good time to come by and “surprise us.”
I made a hopeful face. “I hope you’re not mad, but I invited Grandma over.”
Nathan’s eyes went wide, and he turned to see his beautiful busty grandmother, Alice, standing there in a pair of tight slacks and a deep V-neck blue sweater showing off her ample and delicious (I should know) cleavage.
She spoke in a soft and very loving voice, “Hi Sweetie. I hope you’re not mad at your mom and me. But I’ve been wanting to, I don’t know how to say it, be with you for quite some time and thought I would try to just…”
Her voice tailed off, and she gulped and suddenly blushed. Nathan stood. Neither Alice nor I could read his emotions and or intent. Ever the gentleman he stepped to his grandma and took her hand. She looked up at his gentle and gorgeous face, and he smiled softly. “If you are sure it’s okay, I would be honored to make love to you.”
Relief washed over her, and she almost cried. She gently nodded and looked to me. I was just as teary-eyed. What a strange and loving family we had become. She took him into a tight hug, her head meeting his chest.
Then, in one of the most beautiful moments of my entire adult life, my strong son reached down and lifted up his grandmother in a perfect cradle-carry. He hardly even showed any effort. She wrapped her arms around his neck and squealed at the gallant gesture.
“Oh my goodness, darling! You’re going to kill yourself!”
“Never,” he crooned confidently. He turned and started for the stairs. Alice dropped her head on his shoulder in loving surrender.
I sat there and watched it unfold like some perverted romantic comedy. Then suddenly realizing something glorious was about to happen I raced after the two of them and entered the bedroom just as Nathan set her down on the edge of the bed.
Ever the observant woman she looked over the scattered remains of what was once a tightly made bed and gave a ridiculously comic sniff. “Looks like you two have been extremely active. Are you sure you have anything left for your old grandma?”
He smirked in almost a sexy snarl and undid the belt on his robe. He let it fall to the ground and his wonderful wagging wand lewdly bounced; revitalized and ready to take another lover to great heights.
Alice stared at it and let out a sigh of appreciative and horny approval. “Oh Jennifer, darling, you were not exaggerating. It is perfection.”
I chuckled slightly and said softly, “Just you wait.”
Nathan leaned over and took his grandmother‘s face in his hands and kissed her deeply. They had shared mouth-to-mouth kisses since he was a little baby, but this was new and loving and full of sexual promise. I could tell by the way they were moving and the sounds they were making that their tongues were wet and wild.
Pulling back, Nathan watched as his grandmother peeled her sweater up and off and tossed it to the side. She was wearing a beautiful pink bra that strained under the weight of her double E breasts. Without hesitation, she unhooked the four clasps and let it fall forward. Her stunning bosom with large brown and pink nipples appeared in succulent glory.
The suave and controlled college man was replaced by the enthusiastic teenager. “Holy shit!”
Alice sweetly blushed and slid her hands down her belly to her tight-fitting slacks. She unzipped and began to peel them off. Deciding to take action, Nathan reached forward and grabbed them at the ankles and pulled them off her legs. Now in nothing but a sweet pink pair of panties, she looked like something of a 1940s pinup.
“Oh my God, Grandma, you are so fucking sexy!” He shook his head and looked at me with a hearty laugh. “I can’t believe I just said that, but it’s so true!”
She took his hand and kissed the palm which made him gasp and me shiver. “Thank you, baby. Now, what are you going to do about it?”
He crawled onto the bed, his cock swaying like the tail of a predator. She leaned back and they shared another scorching kiss. The contrast in their skin was amazingly sensual. He kissed down her neck and took hold of her left breast. She moaned and he let out a low whistle of appreciation. His mouth opened and he took the entire nipple in with one suck. Pussyville Jennifer was instantly abuzz with the news of a new incestuous coupling.
As Nathan made love to her breasts with teenage enthusiasm, Alice took hold of the love tool between his legs and moaned, “MMm…dear gawd…” as she began to stroke it. Nathan pulled back and took hold of her panties. She lifted as he pulled them off. He then surprised me by kissing her right foot. She giggled and he began a kiss trail up her leg. I was back to the jilling chair and delving into my wet wonderland.
As he reached her apex he blew air on her fiery red bush just above her throbbing clit. This woman was ready! She shivered and he licked up her labia and circled the button. Openmouthed sucking followed, and she ground her hips up as she screamed in what had to be a big old-fashioned cunt munch cum. I was spellbound watching him work. I had often been captivated while we were with Bunny, and now even Steve, as Nathan’s oral skills were shared with all.
Nathan looked up, the same wet face that started this morning. “That was epic, Grandma. You taste really different.” He dove back in with renewed hunger.
“Is dihh- oh myyyy – is different good?”
“Delicious…” He knew just what to say.
Her next one took a while, and I had two more little ones watching him work. Once she calmed down and he peppered her trimmed red bush with kisses she was ready for him. Just like earlier, she pulled him up and she tasted herself on his mouth. “Oh darling, can you do it now? Can you fuck me?”
“With honor and pleasure.” He was really pouring it on thick and she (and I) was loving it.
She took hold of him again and with a few strokes set him into her now gaping vagina. “Slow please, Nathan. you are the biggest I have ever…ohhhh yesss.” I watched as his manly member filled her halfway. He held steady and she ground up onto him. “So big. So full! More please!” He followed orders and was soon buried to the base. Honestly, I was stunned her little body could take it all.
They stayed still for a few moments, and I knew from his moans she was milking him. She dug her nails into his lower back and her heels into his ass. “I can feel every bump. Every vein. The heat of you pulsing in me is like nothing I’ve ever felt. Fuck your dirty Grandma! Make me cum!”
Ever obedient, my sexy ass son began a strong steady rhythm. Alice’s big breasts wobbled and swayed, and I fought the urge to suck them. Nathan felt the telepathic message and took the right back in his mouth. She held his head like a suckling child and they both moaned deeply.
Her orgasm did not stop them banging into one another but it did cause her to ask for a breather. Nathan looked at me with a devious grin and I returned with a quizzical look. Then it hit me. My tits were too small to adequately fuck, but hers were perfect.
He disengaged and she let out a disappointing gasp. He then straddled her torso and she let out a guttural laugh.
“You naughty boy. Okay, my pleasure.” She took hold of her impressive rack and squeezed them around his wet and pulsing pecker. He began a slow see-saw and then laughed.
“Oh wow! This feels incredible Grandma!”
She moaned and smiled. Tilting her face down she was able to give the lovely head of his cock licks as it slid out of the tight valley she had created. Nathan moaned and almost laughed with the joy of feeling her amazing soft flesh against his hard heft.
I was rubbing myself so quickly now I thought I might burst into flame. I’d already had one orgasm during their coupling and was headed to another. I had to say something, my voice could not keep quiet anymore. “You look amazing together. Your breasts are so fantastic Alice! I never imagined such a – oh my God amazing fantastic- oh my God! I’m going to- Ahhhh fuuuuck!” I lost count three orgasms ago.
In the meantime, Nathan has sped up. He was fucking his grandmother‘s breasts as if they were just another love tunnel for him to plant his seed. For her part, she seemed to be loving it. Always the giving partner, Nathan leaned back and with his left hand began to rub her…
