I decided to add an after to this storyline, but don't know if I will continue it.
I always wonder what happened afterwards on the one part stories I read on here. So this fills in that gap for you, my dear readers.
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And Then What Happened?
Chapter Two
Carla stretched lazily, then winced as she felt how tender her pussy felt. Tim had been all over her for the rest of the day, and long into the night, fucking her again and again. He had carried her from room to room and taken her in positions Carla had never even dreamed of. The only time she had resisted was when he had tried to stick his cock in her ass.
Her favorite had been when he had draped her over the back of the couch and alternated between doing her doggy, then scrambling over to stand on the cushions while he fucked her in the mouth. She'd felt so used by the experience, but she had never felt more wanted, or closer to her son.
Squeezing one eye open, she saw sunlight streaming through the windows at the foot of the bed. She sat up, smiling when she saw the mess they had made of the sheets the night before.
Sliding over to the side of the bed, she got to her feet and staggered into the bathroom. She groaned as she sat on the toilet, her whole body feeling like she'd just run a marathon then back to back mixed martial arts matches. She felt like she had been stretched, twisted and pounded within an inch of her life.
She sighed happily as she peed, then wiped quickly and got off the toilet and stepped over to the shower. She turned it on, then went over and stood in front of the mirror while she waited for the water to get hot.
"Oh god..." She groaned when she saw the hickeys and love bites on her neck and tits, and she gasped when she looked down and saw the bite marks on the insides of her thighs. Spreading her legs wider, she stared in amazement at how puffy and swollen her pussylips were.
Shaking her head, she went over and stepped into the shower. She sighed happily as the hot water pounded on her neck and back, and she just stood under the spray for a few minutes letting the heat soothe her aching muscles.
Turning around, she adjusted the spray so it would cover her upper body as she leaned back against the wall of the stall. Her fingers moved down and spread the lips of her pussy, and she eased one up into her abused pussy hole, groaning as the tight passage spasmed around her probing digit.
When she pulled her finger out, she looked at it, shaking her head when she saw it covered with a thick layer of jism, mixed with a trace of blood.
She grabbed the hand wand and pushed it between her legs, holding her pussylips open with her fingers as she let the warm water shoot in pulsing jets up into her aching cunt.
After a few minutes, the water started to get cooler, so she shut it off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry off with.
'I can wash my hair later." She thought as she took her robe from the hook on the back of the door and slipped it on. She went out into her bedroom, and as she opened the door, the aromas of coffee and bacon filled her senses.
"Oh you beautiful little bastard." She laughed as she walked down the hall, smiling as she went into the kitchen and saw her son standing at the stove wearing only a pair of loose jogging shorts. His back was to her, so she walked up behind him, slipping her arms around his waist and laying her head against his back.
"How you doing this morning honey?" She asked softly.
"I'm good." Tim laughed, leaning back into her. "How's my little mommy slut this morning?"
"Sore...and don't call me slut." She told him as she let her arms drop and stepped over to the coffee pot.
She poured a cup, then turned and leaned against the counter as she watched him working at the stove.
"So uh...how do you feel about...you know...what happened last night?" She asked timidly.
"I feel great! I mean, I loved every fucking second of it." Tim laughed as he scooped bacon out of the pan and laid it on a plate covered with paper towels. "Your little pussy was so hot and wet, hungry for a nice fat co..."
"Oh my god Tim...how can you make it sound so nasty?" Carla gasped, staring at him. "Didn't what happened between us mean anything to you? Was I just another piece of ass to you?"
"Fuck no Mom." He laughed as he moved the pan off the burner and turned to face her. "You were the piece of ass I've wanted for as long as I can remember, and you made my wet dreams come true for me. What happened between us meant everything to me."
He stepped closer and put his arms around her, hugging her warmly.
"You're still my Mom, and I'll always love you that way the most." He said, looking her in the eyes.