I want to take an opportunity to say thank you to all the fans; I am glad you enjoy reading these stories as much as I do writing them.-The Author
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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.
