[All characters are 18 years or older.]
Darlene's Addiction
A divorced mom lusts after her son and gets what she wants.
Erotic Fiction
by
Casey Bea
Part-3
Literotica fantasies fuel more real-life desires
(Short recap from part-2)
A short while later all three of them were in the shower together. It was a cozy fit but it made it all the more intimate as they soaped up every inch of one another's naked bodies.
As Darlene slid her slippery masseuse hands over her son's tight ass and Shannon washed his spent cock and balls, Darlene asked her son, "So, um, what are you going to do with the video you took of all that?" Half of her wanted him to say, "
Just keep it to jerk-off to once in a while
." But the other half wanted him to answer, "
I'm going to show it to my buddies so they'll all know what kind of a MILF slut you really are, and maybe they'll want a piece of you, too.
" She had often fantasized about a hot three- or four-way with some of his equally handsome and virile young friends. She dug her fingers into his ass-cheeks even harder as she thought about the possibility of her masturbation daydream becoming a reality!
But Shannon answered her question before James could. "James and I are going to edit the three videos into one," she said as she ran her soapy hands up across James's stomach and onto his pecs. "Then we'll put it up on the Internet and see how many hits we can get."
The newly-discovered exhibitionist part of Darlene's brain said,
Hell yes!
and her pussy tingled to think of strange men jerking off in front of their computers while watching her being used as a sex toy by a couple of youngsters. But the still-rational part screamed,
Oh shit!
as it imagined someone she knew seeing the incestuous porn movie.
Darlene straightened up and reached around her son to pull Shannon into a sandwich-hug with James in the middle. She squashed her big slippery tits against her son's back while his girlfriend did the same to his chest.
The perverted and rational sides of her brain reached a compromise, and she said, "So, um, you'll be able to blur out our faces, right?"
"No. Why would we do that?" Shannon replied in her teasing tone. She taunted, "Are you afraid some respectable person who knows you will see it and then they'll know what a sex-hungry, cunt-eating, son-fucking MILF you are?"
"Yes!" Darlene answered although that description made her pussy hum.
As the two big-chested women squirmed their soapy tits against James's body, front and back, Shannon said, "Well, here's a point to ponder, Mom; what the hell is that
respectable
person you know doing searching out incest porn on the Internet if they're not perverted themselves? Hell, you'd probably be a hero to them for acting out the fantasy they can only frig their pussy or jerk off to!"
"I... I guess that's true," Darlene replied as her two brain halves battled it out.
"Kiss me and I'll tell you another point that might put you more at ease in becoming a porn star," Shannon said and extended her chin over James's shoulder.
Darlene kissed the young girl hungrily and passionately and when Shannon finally broke the steaming kiss, she said, "You were wearing a blindfold during most of that, and even when I took it off you, your face was pretty much covered by my ass and my wet pussy. James and I should be able to edit around any glimpse of your face so you can be a completely anonymous incestuous MILF slut."
"What about you two?" Darlene asked knowing that anyone who knew her would probably recognize her son and maybe his girlfriend. It wouldn't take very much perverted imagination to put one and one and one together.
"Strategic editing," Shannon replied. "All of the shots taken with the handheld camera--which was
your
phone, by the way--were POV, so our faces aren't in them. The wide-shot cameras were aimed to cut off our heads most of the time, but when any of us shows up--like when I ate your pussy or James blew his load in your face--we can do some zooming and cropping so only critical elements show up like having just my mouth and your pussy fill the screen."
The thought of that close-up image--and the memory of it happening--intensified the buzz in Darlene's pussy. "Oh, my God! I can't wait to see the final cut!" she said.
Although the two women managed to resurrect James's cock one more time in the shower, they all agreed that it was time to go to bed and actually sleep. It was nearly two in the morning.
Part-3
In the morning, Darlene was up and in the kitchen when Shannon walked in. Darlene wore her light robe with nothing under it, and Shannon wore one of James's tee shirts, also with nothing else on. It fit snuggly over her ample breasts and barely covered the curve of her bubble ass.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Darlene said. "Do you want some coffee? Some juice? I'm going to make pancakes. Do you like pancakes? I have a banana I can cut up into them; no blueberries, though. That's James's favorite." She was rambling on about breakfast trying to avoid the awkwardness of talking about last night in the light of day when minds were clear and not clouded by primal, lustful urges. She needn't have worried.
"Coffee, please, Mrs. M.," Shannon replied. "And I love pancakes; no bananas, though." She walked over next to Darlene, and said, "So, um, are we okay after last night? That was pretty intense. I hope I didn't do or say anything to offend you. I really respect you, Mrs. M. and I love James. I don't want anything to screw up any of our relationships; you with him and me with him and you with me. I don't regret what we all did, but if you think it was too weird or anything I promise I'll behave myself from now on."
Darlene looked at her in momentary surprise. The dominating young vixen who had told her son to tie her to a bed so they could use her as their sex toy was gone and replaced by the sweet innocent young woman she had known before.
Finally, a wide smile spread across her face and she opened her arms for an embrace. As the two women hugged, Darlene said, "Oh, sweetheart! Yes, everything is okay. Last night was wonderful and, frankly, fulfilled more than one of my fantasies. I was afraid that
you