Chapter 4 - Becoming my younger son's slave
We certainly had made the best of the few weeks I'd had with my sons and daughters before they went back to college. Even when my daughters and I were on, our mouths and assholes were well used by our sons, although I got much less action when Charlie was back home, my kids fucking in their rooms. I sucked him off, but even allowing for the effect of my period, he got nowhere close to the renewed passion we'd had on his previous time at home, much to my disappointment.
One thing I had come to love, was pulling one of my sons' cocks out of one of my daughters' cunts, sucking her cum off it, then pushing it back into one of her or her sisters' holes, or even my own. Of course, Lucy and Chloe enjoyed pulling one of my sons out of me in the same way. I had been a bit worried that I might get left out, but I was gratified that even Michael seemed to be as happy to fuck his forty-two-year-old mother as his nineteen year-old sisters.
Quite honestly, though, I don't think any of us could have kept up the pace we had set for any longer, where apart from intervals where the girls or boys went out with their friends, and I went to a variety of church meetings, the day was filled with some form of sexual activity. Even when some of us were away from the house, the rest of the family used the time fucking. I might have been able to claim my fall into incest was down to Michael's blackmail, but no one would have believed I was now doing it for any reason other than my depraved sexual satisfaction. A close inspection would have shown that my cunt and asshole were sore, as were my daughters', and even the boys cocks were looking red and rubbed.
I was therefore not totally sorry when Michael went off back to college, even though he might not be back again for a few weeks, if at all before the end of the semester, and my daughters went back to their studies, though they would be home many or most weekends. This left me with Tony, my baby son, or at least that was how I thought of him, even though he was eighteen. He was studying IT locally, so he would be home at night, unless he stayed with someone else. With any luck, I could go back to my previous daily routine of a run, and doing something with the church in the day, but having my cunt nicely filled in the evening by my younger son.
Unlike my elder son, Michael, who was a real twenty-one year-old hunk, Tony was more of a weedy nerve. He had mousey brown hair which always looked untidy, and a lean, five-nine frame, a bit shorter than my own five-ten. He was born at a perfect time for him, because he loved all sorts of IT, and had a natural flair for it, being far more knowledgeable than the rest of us on the internet, our tech, and our apps. He might have become a hacker, but instead earned a surprising amount of money finding gaps in big company security, alerting them, and sometimes even telling them how to fix things.
If IT was his clear first love, the income he got from alerting the companies but not making his findings public, started him off on his second. When one of the outlying farms was sold off, when the ancient couple who worked it died, the auctioneers discovered a 1965 Ford Mustang convertible, with a V8 and the GT package with a stick shift, plus a few other details that were lost on me. Apparently this all made it rare. However, to me it just looked a wreck, having been under bales of straw for decades, the paint faded and worn. For some reason, maybe because it was only discovered close to the auction date, it escaped the attention of the really deep-pocket collectors, and Tony took a fancy to it.
After intense persuasion for a couple of days, Charlie and I agreed to lend Tony whatever he needed beyond what he had, so he could buy it. It may have been missed by collectors who would have driven the price sky-high, but it still seemed awfully expensive to me for what looked like a pile of junk. Still, he managed to buy it, and he threw himself into restoring it with the same enthusiasm he had his computing.
After almost three years of work, it was now his pride and joy. It turned out the engine was in good shape, and easy to get working, but the rats and other beasts had trashed the insides, and Tony spent hours on the internet looking for original parts at prices he could afford. Now, though, the inside looked great, and the new hood was at last waterproof. My only complaint was that he'd decided to preserve the original paint, keeping what looked to me like shabby paintwork under coats of varnish. I couldn't believe when he told me how much more valuable it was than if he'd had it repainted.
He'd always been obsessive about technology and understanding how things worked. He'd pore over the manuals until he knew everything in them, then he'd do more research online, until he knew as much as even the manufacturers. Once Michael and my daughters had gone back to college on the Saturday before term started, it rapidly became clear that he was going to use the same approach on me as well, and that his obsessive loves were now me, his car, and his computing.
He straightway moved in to my bed, and it was great that first night, as my baby son fucked me hard, and then we went to sleep with him in my arms, sucking one of my breasts as he used to do when I was feeding him. It was only when I awoke in the morning that I started to realise that I had become one of his projects.
"I want to do everything with you today, Mom. I want to know you, and be so close to you that it will be as if we are one."
The first thing I had to do as usual when I woke up, was to go for a pee. He followed me into the bathroom, which was fine with me. Over the last few weeks we'd all become relaxed about closing the bathroom door when we peed, so I knew he must have seen me before. It turned out that that wasn't enough for him. He wanted to see everything, be able to see my pee hole and the pee coming out of it.
That was also fine with me, as he'd seen every little bit of my cunt many times now, and I'd squirted a few times when he'd fucked me. What I hadn't realised, though, was just how tricky it would be, given the design of the toilet, and I ended up sitting close to the front of the seat, holding my lips open so he could see my pee hole. The problem was that if I let out a trickle, it tended to run down my butt, which tickled, and wouldn't you know it, a trickle wasn't enough for my obsessive son.
I don't know about you, but once I start peeing, I find it really hard to stop. So when my son told me to pee hard, it shot out of me, hitting him in the face as he was crouched down so he could get a view at the same level as my pussy.
"Better open your mouth, son," I said, laughing out loud as the golden stream kept coming out of me and all over him, and I just didn't seem to be able to stop.
He swallowed some down, and I could see him pondering on its taste, mentally analysing it and storing it away in his brain, as well as noting the poorly controllable female anatomy. When I'd finished, I gave him a hug, and I kissed him, tasting my own pee as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. I told him that some women swore by the benefits of drinking their own pee, and I could see him also file that away for some more research, but though I didn't mind the taste, personally I'd never been convinced of the benefits. I made my own mental file as I said this, which was to get one or both of my daughters to pee in my mouth so I could see what theirs was like. Such a slut.
We were going to have a shower anyway, so we did it, and we got dressed ready for church before we had a quick breakfast. Tony'd decided we'd use his Mustang to drive us to the church, rather than get a lift with Elizabeth, so we had a bit more time, and after breakfast I thought I'd make use of it.
"I'm just going to nip to the bathroom before we leave," I said. "You stay here."
"No, Mom, remember You're my Mommy slave and I'm going to stay close to you today."
The problem was that I didn't mind my son watching me pee, but I needed a serious dump, and I'd always been sensitive about other people hearing me, let alone smelling and watching me.
