Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

Just like that whore Pete married.

I stroked my son's hand. “She's been so bad,” I said, unable to help myself. He was so damned sexy. So strong, so muscular, so handsome. I bet Jenny saw it, too. The way she kept turning to James. I'd have to watch the little minx. “I need you.”

“Need me?” he asked, still staring down that hall, tricked by her crying tears. He wanted to go to her.

I pulled him towards the bathroom. “Mommy needs her big, strong son. I was coming to wake you up with a blowjob.” But that little tramp was in there, snooping. “She'll be crying for a while. We could take a shower together.”

I was such a hussy. A wanton, slutty mommy. My hand slid down his muscular stomach to the waistband of his boxers. I slid them in, grasping his hardening cock. He groaned, his eyes peeling away from his sister's door to stare at me. He groaned as I stroked him, feeling his dick throb and grow stiffer.

I grinned at him, loving his eyes falling on my robe, belted loosely. I was naked beneath. I led him backwards into the bathroom, his eyes watching my tits bounce. His boxers fell off his hips as I held his cock like a leash, stroking him. He was so thick, so hard. Bigger than his father by an inch or so.

Better than his father. He would never leave me for a hussy. He would always love his naughty mommy.

I had fought this so much, I knew this was so wrong but after last night I just couldn't care. Not after how hard I came. How wonderful it was to feel like a woman again. My hand found the shower handle. I twisted it. It hissed on, water falling as I pulled my son to me, lifting my head to kiss him.

When had he gotten taller than me?

His lips were so hungry on my mouth. His hands were bold. They pushed open my robe, the lose knot coming undone. His hands found my large breasts, squeezing them. I shuddered, loving his touch, feeling like such a whore-mommy for letting my son fondle my big tits.

Steam billowed out of the shower as I rubbed his hard cock against my stomach before moving it down to my pubic hair. He groaned into the kiss, squeezing my tits harder as my silky curls caressed the sensitive crown of his dick. He found my nipples, playing with them, making me feel amazing.

I broke the kiss. “Mmm, you're so eager for Mommy's pussy.”

“So eager,” he panted with all that youthful lust.

“Good,” I groaned. “I need to relax. To calm down.”

“Jenny's not a slut,” James said. “If you'd just calm down. We could go talk with her. Figure this all out. Just the three of us.”

“Talk?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. “With this hardon? Don't you want Mommy to take care of it?”

He opened his mouth, about to say something but then groaned as I moved his cock lower, letting him feel the heat of my pussy lips sliding wet on him. His hands squeezed hard on my tits.

“That's what I thought,” I cooed, stepping backward into the shower. The hot water splashed on my naughty body. I pulled on his cock.

He didn't resist.

My son was on me the moment he stepped in, water spraying on that yummy body. He pushed me against the wall, his lips finding the nape of my neck. I groaned as he kissed me. His hands sliding down my wet body to grip my ass while I stroked that hard cock.

The cock I made. I created him. The perfect lover.

And he was all mine. Mommy's big, strong son.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned over the shower's hiss and water's splash. “Mommy needs you in her pussy. So badly. She's so wet for this cock.”

“Yes,” he groaned into my neck, clenching his hands on my ass.

I guided him, this wonderful cock, to my pussy. I rubbed him against my folds until he found the entrance. He thrust hard, returning inside me, filling me up. I groaned at the incestuous rush of his cock filling me up. I clenched on him, shuddering against him, my breasts pressed into his chest. He moaned into my neck, sucking, nibbling, teasing.

He drew back his cock, sliding it through my folds. The friction shuddered through me. Pleasure burned hot. I groaned as he drew back and then slammed his dick into me. He filled me to the brim. My pussy clenched on his dick, loving him in me. My fingernails clawed at his back as he drew back and rammed his cock in again.

And again.

The steam billowed around us as he fucked me. The water was so hot on our skin, almost as hot as his body. I savored how tight we were pressed, how he gripped me, how he fucked me with that cock. My son's big, thick dick.

“Oh, yes, fuck Mommy's naughty cunt,” I moaned, loving talking like that. It was so wrong, so taboo. And that made it feel so amazing. “Fuck your naughty Mommy.”

“So naughty,” he groaned, his hips pumping. “You're almost as tight as...”

He bit off his words as he rammed his cock into me. My eyes widened. I stared into his blue eyes as he fucked me, passion crossing his face. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Yes,” he groaned. “Basically.”

“And do you fuck her?” I hissed, undulating my hips, suddenly so turned on by this. I was jealous just minutes ago, but now that he was in me, his cock pumping in and out of my cunt, I burned. “Do you pound her naughty cunt like you pound Mommy's?”

“Yes,” he growled, his hands clenching my ass. He kneaded them, pulling my butt-cheeks apart, making me tremble and groan. His fingers slid in between my butt-cheeks, caressing my sphincter.

I gasped at that. His finger felt so wicked touching my sphincter. I had patients who confessed to doing anal. Some hated it, some loved it. My ex-husband always wanted it—I bet that slut who stole him away gave up her ass. But feeling James's finger play with my asshole, touching it, made my pussy clench on his dick. It was so...exciting.

And then he pressed his finger into me. Into my asshole. I groaned, my eyes widening. I couldn't believe him. He was so bold. This was so wrong of him to do. He didn't ask. He just did it. He just pumped his finger into my asshole as he fucked my cunt.

And I loved it.

The sensations of his finger reaming my asshole mixed with his cock spearing into my pussy's depths. I groaned, my hips undulating, meeting his thrusts as he kissed me hard on the lips. He claimed my mouth, fucking me with such confidence.

Who was his girlfriend? Why had he never mentioned her?

I broke the kiss, panting, “Does she let you fuck her asshole?”

“Yes,” he growled, thrusting even harder into me. Every time he buried into me, my clit throbbed against his pubic bone, the stimulation shooting through me. “She loves it when I fuck her ass.”

“That's so hot,” I moaned, humping against him. The desire to fuck him grew even stronger hearing those words. I wanted to be such a whore for him. That thought surged such lusts through me. “What a naughty son. Fucking your girlfriend's ass, fingering Mommy's asshole. Mmm, such a bold, strong son.”

“That makes you hot?” he growled, pounding me, burying that cock over and over into my pussy.

“So hot,” I gasped, clawing at his back. “That makes Mommy so hot for her big, strong son's dick.”

The pressure swelled in me. I was coming closer and closer to cumming. It was so fast. I was so hot. So turned on by my son. He was so sexy. My fingernails clawed at his back as my pussy and asshole clenched. He grunted, thrusting his dick harder into me, savoring my tight pleasure.

His balls thwacked into my taint. My clit burst with rapture, crushed by his pubic bone.

My body shuddered.