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.