"I'm sorry I missed our date," he said, coming towards me.

"Don't touch me, Dave," I groaned, failing to look at him.

"What? Work went late, and I kind of had too much to drink too."

My face turned to him. "Are you fucking kidding me? That was supposed to be our rekindling date, and last night was the third time you blew me off this month. You understand I'm your wife, right?" I asked, rising off the bed. "I fully realize that we're still married after all these years, but I'd still like you to treat me like a wife, not a fucking roommate. Can you even tell me the last time we had sex?"

He swallowed. "Um, no, I guess not. What did you do last night?"

I took in a deep breath and shook for a second. "I spent time with our son. If you were here, maybe you would've known Claire broke up with him."

"The brunnete?"

"No, red head, Dave."

He rubbed his face for a few seconds. "People break up, Molly. So, what? Was he in pieces or something?"

"No, but that's not the point. You skipped out on our date, and you would've been here when Jack told us that Claire broke up with him. I understand that you have a job, but you're still neglecting your family. Whether you like it or not, that's not okay. Now, what I want to hear is that this is gonna change. You've seen me naked over a hundred times since we last fucked, and you haven't shown any interest in me. You know, a woman likes to be wanted."

"Okay, I hear you. I'll do my best not to cancel our dates, and be there when our son's girlfriends decide to break it off with him," he let out, before strolling towards me. "Now, how about we break our dry spell?" he asked, before letting his hands towards me.

"No," I objected, backing away. "If you wanted to fuck me, then you should've done it last night. I had a great night with our son; he went out with me to the restaurant and reminded me what it was like to be on a date where the other person wanted to be there. Maybe that sounds dramatic to you, but it's true. You've bailed on me and your son. I suggest you do better."

He sighed. "May I at least kiss my wife?"

I nodded, and he kissed me. He did it like he meant it, but I had to picture Jack doing it. Dave fucked up, and his son became my knight in shining armor, so to speak.

Then he parted his lips. "Okay, how about tonight, the three of us eat dinner at the table together? I can catch up on what happened with Claire, and everything else."

"Okay, that's something."

"Good, now I'm gonna grab some breakfast, and do a little prep work for a project."

"Dude, it's fucking Sunday. Can't you take one day off?" I asked, putting my hands up. 'Just 3 hours ago, your son was sleeping with me in that bed as we were naked. Don't you think your job is blinding you a bit?'

"Just give me an hour, or 2."

"Oh, whatever."

Then he left and went out to the living room.

"Hold it together, Jack. Don't tell your asshole dad that you fucked your mom both before and after you took her out on a date. I know having an affair is wrong, but after that little conversation, maybe it's looking a little more appealing," I muttered, before sitting on the bed. "Wow, you were a tender lover, and unfortunately for your father, he's made me not feel desirable to him. I wanted to be appealing to him, but he lost it. Like I told you, a woman wants to be wanted. You wanted me from the second you saw me naked. Maybe that's a little pervy, but I still love you, son."

"So, Claire broke up with you, Jack?" I heard Dave ask.

"Uh, yes, Dad. If it's okay, I'd rather not get into it," Jack replied.

"Well, I heard you went to dinner with your mom last night. Did you tell her all about it?"

"Yes, why? Was I not supposed to? You weren't here."

"Hey, your mom already chewed me ass off about that. Tonight, the 3 of us are gonna have dinner together. We'll catch up on everything, and have some quality time together, fair enough?"

"Yes, Dad, that's cool, thanks."

"Hey, your mom pointed out that I have neglected you, too, so it's my bad. I can't be Dad of the Year overnight, but I'll do better in time, okay?"

"I understand."

Then I heard some dishes clanging. I felt my wet pussy thinking about what happened on that bed just 12 hours before. I didn't intend for it to happen, but Dave put the pieces in place without even knowing it.

That night, Dave kept to his word, and we did have dinner together. Jack did tell him everything that happened with Claire. Dave did show some remorse, it appeared. I found it a little refreshing, but I still grinded my teeth a tad.

'Too little, too late, Dave. I already cheated on you, and I can't even feel bad about it. Maybe that makes me a cunt, if it does, so be it,' I thought, before feeling Jack's hand. "Don't worry, son, you'll find someone better. Someone who loves you, and finds you sexually attractive."

"That's a little weird to hear from his mom. Even if it's true, you know, Molly."

"It's okay, Dad, she means well."

"Okay," Dave muttered, breaking eye contact.

'What, do you resent your son? You don't even know that we fucked last night. You know he went out on our date, and talked about Claire, but that's it. Now I'm getting a little affectionate with him, too. Judging by the look on your face, you feel a little jealous. Maybe for both of us.'

"Okay, that was a great dinner, Mom, thank you," Jack said, before pecking my cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too, son, and you're welcome."

Then he took his plate to the kitchen.

"Okay, do I need to worry? Is our son gonna steal you away?"

I scoffed. "What does that mean? He took your place in the date last night, so you're feeling jealous?"

"Well, now that you say it out loud, maybe it is weird."

"Like me telling our son that a woman will find him sexually attractive at some point?"

"I guess, yes. Look, I'm sorry again. I know I haven't been here, and even when I am here, I'm gone emotionally. I get it now, you've successfully given me the message. I'm not proud of the shitty husband and father I've been lately, but I'll do better."

"Okay, I believe you," I told him, leaning toward him. 'Not really, but WTFE,' Ithought, before kissing him.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, I'll be back," he said, before getting up.

Then I hurried to the kitchen. "I want to kiss my son," I muttered, before coming to him.

"Mom, Dad is right out there."

"He went to the bathroom," I added, before kissing him. "Holy shit, I love you, Jack. I kissed your dad twice today, and he had one big default: he wasn't you."

"Mom, that's flattering, but this is wrong."

"I know, but that makes it hot," I reminded him, feeling his crotch. "You're hard because you want to fuck your mom again? It's not like it's nonconsensual, we're mother and son who like to fuck each other. I'm not saying to whip your dick out and fuck me now, but we can do it every now and then. I don't even need to have sex with your dad to know it won't be as good. Maybe I'm high as hell on you now, but that only means I'm gonna need my fix every now and  then."

"So, you do mean having an affair?"

"Maybe I do," I confessed, prior to kissing him. "You're a hunk, and I think the ship has sailed on your father. I don't want to divorce him, but after being with someone who loves me, it's like going from Papa John's pizza to regular do-it-yourself pizza that always sucks. I got to suck your dick, and you looked right at me. You actually wanted to do it with me, fuck me, and then cuddle afterward. Even with your seed plastered on my boobs, you didn't hesitate. So, you are your father's competition. Do you want to be?"

"I don't know, Mom, you're not playing fair, and Dad could come back at any second."

"Claire didn't play fair, and you were less than upset. It seemed you were done before you even barged into the bathroom."

"Okay, I guess you're right."

"You guess? Just kiss me, and you'll make it up to me."

He couldn't turn me down, so he pressed his lips on mine. He kissed me like he meant to and surely felt all the joy he had last night.

Then I gently parted my lips. "It's okay to have a crush on your mom, especially when she has a crush on you too," I told him, backing away. "I already know you want to get into my panties again, so don't be shy about coming to me again. Your dad thinks you might be his competition, let's give him a reason to worry."

He didn't have anything to say to that, but he couldn't take his eyes off me. Yes wanted me, but I tried not to be too pushy. I put my feelings out there for him, and he could accept them or not. Surely enough, he had his feelings too, so he was already sold on me.

Then his dad came back. "Okay, let's adjourn to the living room and watch a movie."

So, we went in here with him, and he put on the TV. Dave proved he was paying some attention when he had us take the love seat. Just like I thought, I wasn't turned on, and just thinking of our son.

I shot him lusty looks even as Dave stayed close to me. He held my arm and had me lean my head on his shoulder. I could feel him trying to make an effort, but he already fucked up and had me cross that line.

I didn't feel good about that, but it was true. My panties got wet, but from thinking about me fucking my son. My husband just turned off my horny emotions, and that was that. I knew if anything, I'd have to go cold turkey with Jack.

Although, I wasn't gonna do that. I already told Jack how good he made me feel both inside and out. I could look at him and just picture all the other things I wanted to do with him. I jolted a little bit, but Dave didn't notice.

I saw he was into the movie, but also the alcohol might've hit him a little hard, too. I noticed he was blinking a bit and dozing somewhat. I wasn't about to make a move unless I was certain he was out.

So, I waited about an hour into the movie, and then I leaned up to see him sleeping. I smiled and peeked at Jack, but he was still watching the movie. So, I calmly escaped from Dave and made my way over to Jack.

"Mom, what are you doing?" he whispered.

"Coming onto my son," I muttered, before kissing him and feeling his crotch. "I bullshit you not, your father has lost whatever sexual spark he had. I came more from the sex we had last night than your father has made me cum in the past couple of years. Your dad is sleeping over there. You saw how much he ate and drank, so why don't you feel up your mom? You can't tell me you're not interested in me."

"Maybe I am, but cheating is wrong, and Dad is right there. Yes, I find you attractive, and I'd love to have sex again, but still, we can have an affair."

"I know, but it makes it so hot that he's there. Your mom is horny and needs her fix, I warned you," I told him, putting his palms on my boobs. "Feel me up and feel free to drop your hand to my cunt too. It'swet at the thought of getting intimate with my son, not my husband."

"Maybe you should get divorced, Mom."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," I told him, lifting my sundress a bit. "You see my wet panties?"

"Yes, Mom."

I cheesed again and brought one of his hands to it. He jiggled and got even closer to me. He wanted not to do this, but I was a temptress, it appeared. It's not like I was forcing him to do anything, but of course, he cherished doing it with me last night, and wanted to get some more.

"Oh, that's wet, Mom. Damn, you're hot, but you're..."

"A witch, or a pain in the ass?"

"I love you, but yes," he told me, before letting his hand into my panties. "You'e super hot," he added, before kissing me.

We made out agan and I felt him jiggling all over. My pussy was already wet, but he had it gushing. I felt the need to fuck the shit out of him, but I let him have his way with me as he saw fit. His dad was sleeping just 12 feet away, so it was more than risky.

Then he calmly got down on the floor and lifted up my dress. I rose enough so I could take it off myself. As he saw me in just my bra and underwear, he let his eyes glaze over me like he was literally getting high off me.

He peeked at his dad for a few seconds, but then went back to me again. "You're crazy, but I can't resist you," he moaned, before bringing his hands to my back.

That time, he had no issue getting my bra off. He took it off me and tossed it on the other side of the couch. Then he grabbed my panties as well and calmly pulled them off me. So, I was naked, and he leaned to me.

"I love you, Mom," he told me, before kissing me and feeling my jugs. "I did love waking up next to you, too. I thought it'd be with Claire first, but you're still quite the sexy prize," he added, before going to my tits.

"Oh, yes, son, you know the real me now. I'm a horny MILF that needs some love. You gave it to me last night, but now I'm hooked. So, you'd better be willing to give it to me for as long as I want it."

He nodded and slathered my nipples. He didn't feel my cunt yet, but grabbed my moneymakers. I felt his head with both palms and made him feel more of me. I made his face go all the way onto my hooters, and that painted a sexier picture.

He felt my juice coming out even through his shirt, and I knew that because I felt wetness on my thighs a bit. We looked at each other for the most part, but of course, we both needed to peek at his dad from time to time.

He seemed out of it, but we stayed quiet for the most part. We still had great sex together, and weren't about to sacrifice a good time. Still, we did it with some caution. I moaned a bit, but still kept it down the best I could.

I moved us both back and forth a bit, but he managed to follow me around like the night before. The whole time, I soiled the couch, but I couldn't worry about that then. I only wanted to do anything and everything with my son, and maybe more.

He sucked on my nipples too and got me to cry a bit, but I kept it to a minimum. Nevertheless, my heart was beating like mad, and he was practically daring me to scream. I wasn't gonna take the bait so easily, though.

I fought like hell not to go nuts, but he knew the stakes, too. So, after a few minutes, he rose to me. He kissed me, but stuck his fingers into my slit. He let them thrust in and out slowly, and me cumming a bit more.

He even tickled my bush a bit, too, so we both had to laugh somewhat. Still, he kept a straight face as he kept pleasing me slowly. I let out a few more tears to illustrate the love he made me feel. 

"Oh, son, you're to die for."

"I'd hope so, but keep quiet for both of our sakes," he warned me, prior to going to my muff.

My eyes widened immediately as I witnessed him let his tongue out to my snatch.

Then I felt his head. "If I didn't love you before, I certainly do now, you hunk."

He nodded and ate my sweet pussy. He never did it before, but for his mom, he was more than willing to do it for me. I was biased again, but I didn't care. I just relished him being between my legs and loved every second of it.

"Yes, lick your mommy's twat and make her cum all over your face. Don't worry, I'll clean it off for you."

He nodded again and kept pleasing me slowly. I had to moan and jerk around again, but I wasn't about to give us away. With us having sex then, I was officially having an affair with my son. I couldn't write it off as a one-time thing.

I got to feel the surreal passion for him before, but his eating me out was a little different. I couldn't even remember the last time Dave ate me out, but right then, my mind was turning to mush. I was having trouble thinking straight, but I was still having fun.

He moved his tongue all over my lips, down there, and even my bush too. I knew again he had seen porn, so he studied a bit, but even still, he was going apeshit to please me. So, I had to commend him for it.

I pulled him up after a couple of minutes. "Kiss your mommy," I muttered, before kissing him.

We made out again, but only for 30 seconds that time. "You are a stud."

"I try to be for my MILF of a mom," he let out, before going back to my cherry.

He went down on me again and had me cover my face with both hands that time. I got off more that he was eating me out than anything else, but of coursem he could still woo me with his slick tongue.

He even kissed my vagina a bit as well, so he tickled me, and I felt his head again, too. As I moved a bit, he managed to follow me around perfectly. So, he was committed, it seemed, but of course, I was married, so there was that.

Nevertheless, he was enjoying himself just like me. I felt it in the way he was looking at me. He did like it nothing else mattered, and he did want to marry me. In any event, I enjoyed every second of our sexual adventure and couldn't wait for him to cum again.

Even if his cock wasn't in the open, I knew even with him wooing me, he needed to spew.  Even without that, I was having the time of my life. I tried ot watch it from the side as if I was standing there masturbating to my son eating me out

As I did, I got an even sexier picture. My son picked up the pieces of my sex life. I felt Dave get close to me before, but I couldn't get excited at all. As if he was just nothing, but cheating on him with my son not only excited me, but made me want him to scream.

I muffled myself the best I could, but I wasplaying with fire. I couldn't be sure what would happen when I got burned, metaphorically speaking. I pressed his head a bit more, but that only shot me in the foot.

His tongue dove into my slit a bit, and made me break eye contact again. He could see me try to deal with the pleasure, but that only made him want to fuck me even more. I could certainly tell that he got off on doing it in front of his dad.

"Come here, I want to kiss you," I muttered, pulling him up to me. "You know it's good when it's committing a crime."

"It's good when someone gets raped, Mom?"

"I love you, but shut the fuck up, couldn't you just agree with me? I'm your mom, and you were eating me out."

"I'm sorry, Mom, I guess if we're gonna be a couple, we'll have to work on each other."

"That was cheesy, but thank you," I added, before kissing him and pulling his cock out.

I stroked it for him and made him jiggle for a change. "You're gonna be a handful, aren't you, son?"

"If you want me to get into your panties, then yes."

"Then fuck me."

He couldn't turn me down, so he rose a bit and took his dick in his hand. He aligned it with my cunt and stuck it in there.

Then he grabbed my thighs. "Yes, I'm fucking you right in front of dad. It's wrong, but so hot too. You are a MILF, and I want to fuck you again, and again, and maybe a few more times after that."

"Just a few? I thought a stud like you might be up to get us in the triple digits before snow gets on the ground."

"No, let's go for quadruple digits, Mom," he suggested, before kissing me and feeling me up.  "So, he felt your boobs, and you just got nothing?"

"Not with his hands, but with his head. No, I felt nothing with him; whatever thunder he had left, you stole it and ran off with it. He's never going to find it again, but don't worry, I can secretly get it from my son. Well, until you meet someone, there's no reason we both need to cheat."

"Okay, Mom," he muttered, before kissing me again. "I love you."

"I love you too. You're still conflicted, but I love you more than I could ever tell you. You're golden to me, son, so if you ever did rape someone, you could come to me and tell me. I'll defend you until I'm blue in the face."

"No, Mom, that's wrong. Wow, you are horny."

I nodded and played with my tits. He held my thighs for leverage as he let his dick move in and out ever so slowly. He didn't want to make too much noise, so he did it calmly, but still made it count. He gave me a lot of eye contact and hooter contact.

He couldn't malke up his mind which one he wanted to eye, but either way, he fucked me both phsycially and emotionally. I looked him over numerous times and I tried to comprehend how my son could make me feel so good, but I just couldn't fele it from Dave.

It was fucked up, but true. I couldn't even rmemeber the last time I had sex with Dave, but like i said, my mind was down to mush. Even still, he ran thorugh m ind like he was a sprinter,  and he was trying to get the gold medal.

I shook quite a bit myself and made sure to put on a good show with my moneymakers. I knew that'd make him go even more nuts. In he meantime, I felt the purest love I could imagine and we both thrived on it.

We both jiggled more and let out more soft moans in an effort not to get caught. I also had to see his prick thrust in and out, too. I got to feel it and see it that way. He kept the sight out there so his arms were out of the way.

"Yes, I think your johnson is getting bigger now, son. I see it going in and out like that, and I'm sure my pussy is doing its job, making it bigger. A year from now, when you're still fucking me, I hope it's so much bigger and thicker. Your hot-to-trot mom will work with you all she needs to for it to get as big as possible. You're doing what you need to for it to get as big as possible, son. Your hot mom is the perfect tool, don't you think?"

"Yes, Mom, you're the perfect tool."

I giggled and rose to him. "You're just thinking 'Yes, but I'm sure if I got to do it with Claire, that would make it bigger too.', right?"

"No, you're 10 times hotter than her."

"But you never saw her naked."

"Oh, Mom, just take the compliment," he ordered me, before kissing me and going back to my cunt.

"I will, son," I giggled, feeling his head.

We had a lot of chemistry too, and I wasn't even sure how we never saw it before. I could only guess that he needed to see me naked, and that was it. If I knew it was that easy, I might've let him see me a long time before then.

He moved his face back and forth a bit, and let his tongue glide all over my lips down there, and it went inside my cunt too. So, he had me gushing cum again, and it submerged his face. He painted the picture even better than I could imagine.

"Wow, with this time, you might be tied with your father on the number of times your father has eaten me out. I might be biased and fudging the numbers, but I don't care. You're between your mommy's legs, and she's melting now. I know I do a lot of the third person thing, but you still love me, right?"

He nodded and pushed down on my thighs. He prepped me for something fierce. Again, he was inexperienced, but it didn't seem to matter to either of us. We were both locked in on each other, and that was that.

So, he had me crying yet again, and it was getting harder to breathe, too. Yet, I still couldn't stop him from eating me out; I was having too much fun. It wasn't fair, but the pleasure this great was something.

"Yes, son, getting there so deep that you can't get it out. Then we'll have a lot of explaining to do. Don't worry, I'll do all the talking."

"Fuck me, Mom, you're crazy."

"Like a fox."

He spread out my legs as much as he could and made sure to push his entire face on my cunt. Needless to say, he had his entire face soaked. So, he could move it around even easier, and make my pussy feel even better

I pulled out some intense passion in him, and I didn't even know where it would take us. Nevertheless, it was something I couldn't deny wanting. I desired to have him, and even if it wasn't legal, it was hot as hell.

I pressured his head even more, so I couldn't see his eyes. I got him running a sexy run of his own, and that was that. I had him wanting to fuck me like mad, and even with all my horny ramblings, I had him wanting to ride along and be his own driver.

My bush didn't pose any obstacle for him; he pushed it down and slathered my lips both inside and out for me. I remember how much I loved blowing him, so he loved licking my slit too. So, we were a match made in heaven or something.

I looked at Dave a few times, and he was still out. I wanted to be mad, but I loved that he was out of it, so I had to love that because I could have sex with my son right in front of him. When I saw Jack's eyes, he showed me the love and lust he had for me.

Maybe he didn't know about it just a day before, but he knew about it then. With his tongue literally inside me, that said something. I couldn't put it into words, but I didn't need to, though. He fucked me with purpose as in there was nothing else he'd rather be doing than.

I never felt so many orgasms before, but my son made it happen. He did it without even trying, it appeared, but again, I was biased, and there was no denying it. I actually did begin to cry somewhat.

Then he came up to me to kiss me. "Be quiet, Mom."

"Oh, you're scared of getting caught."

"Yes, aren't you?"

"Maybe a little, but I'm still fucking my son, it's worth the risk. If you don't think so, then put your clothes back on. If not, sit down next to me, and I'm gonna get on top of you to ride you. It's your call."

"You're not playing fair, Mom."

"Life isn't fair, son, you should know that by now."

He sat next to me, and I swiftly got on his lap. "Not every single guy gets to lose his virility to their mom, so you should feel pleased," I reminded him, grabbing his prick. "I'm not saying I'm not lucky too, but still, you could ask literally every guy on the planet where their mom is in the picture: if you could fuck your mom, would you? Everyone would say yes," I explained, before closing the gap. "Now you have your rod inside your mom again, and her tits are touching you, so you can't deny you're notlucky."

"Fine, Mom," he groaned, grabbing my buttcheeks. "You're the handful here, though."

"I can still make you feel good in more ways than one, buster," I branded him, before kissing him.

Then I backed away and rode him like I never rode anyone before. He felt me up as I did, so my hooters did't convulse so much, but he felt them move. Once again, he tried his best to make eye contact, but it was an uphill battle.

I let my muff thrust off his dick enough to woo him, but not enough to give us away. In that position, I felt even more of his prick, and it was vibrating a bit too. So, he was losing it again, and getting ready to shoot, but he still new fucking his mom was special

We locked eyes the best we could and connected even more that way. He made sure to give me intimacy, and not just lust after me. Not that I didn't relish that, but he put in some effort to make it extra special.

He felt my moneymakers moving right along with his hands, and that surely got his motor going into overdrive. I felt him doing that because he was shaking and having trouble even looking my way.

I felt his cock still going haywire, even thrusting my cherry at a slow speed. So, he couldn't help himself; he was hooked on me and didn't even know why. He also grabbed my buttcheeks so he could feel the effort I put in as well.

"I want to fuck the shit out of you so badly, but we'll have plenty of chances in the future. You're single, and even if I'm not, my panties are always open for you. I may ask you to take me out to dinner from time to time. I will promise you action every time, though. You'll love dating your mom, and I almost want to rub it in Claire's face. I won't, but I want to."

"I understand, Mom."

"Tell me, you can legally marry Claire, she's close to your age, and you can get her pregnant, would you rather be with her?"

"Is that a trick question?"

"No, I want grandchildren someday, and I surely want you to be with a woman who makes you happy. If a woman says she wants sex, then changes her mind and breaks up with you, then she's no good. She's not good enough for my son, Jack. It's not a crime or even unreasonable for someone to want sex. You didn't pressure her, did you?"

"No."

"Okay, good, but she just suddenly wasn't interested, and then she broke things off with you. I can't defend that, it's bullshit, dude. I wouldn't deny that I'm not being a good wife right now, but a good mom," I explained, before kissing him. "I want to be there for the man who loves me most, and you've proven you love me more than your dad. You can say that's an opinion, but who is anyone kidding here? You love me and give me more attention than your dad does. I let your dad have full access to me, dude. I work 8 hours a day, and I'm not griping about my day. I've made myself available to him, but I hardly get anything from him. I just had to show you my naked body for 5 seconds for you to fall for me. Maybe there's something wrong with both of us, but I don't care. I want to have an affair with my son. I'm not saying I want you literally every single day, but stay single, I don't want to cheat too."

"Mom, what if I think she might be the one?"

"Then introduce her to me, and I'll keep my panties on around if you desire, son. I don't want to upset you, just please you in more ways than one. You'll always remember what I look like naked, and just what you see when I'm down on my knees in front of you, too," I told him, before getting off him. "Every guy loves getting his dick sucked, Jack. That doesn't make you a bad person, but don't pressure a woman to blow you," I warned him, before grabbing his rod.

"I kind of figured that, Mom. You know this MeToo# thing isn't ever going away, and even without that, I know to respect women."

"Oh, smart and classy," I told him, before I took his pecker into my mouth.

"I knew how to treat Claire, Mom," he reminded me, feeling my head. "She might have pulled some BS on me, but she was still a good woman. I don't like what she did then, but we still go along for the most part. It might've felt good to have sex with her, but it led to me getting to do it with my smoking hot mom. I can't be that mad at her for that."

I giggled and released his dick. "Well, when you put it like that, " I said, rubbing the head on my nipple. "Maybe I should send her a fruitbasket."

"You're funny, Mom."

"I can be sexy, funny, and fulfil my motherly duties, son. I can multitask and make it look easy, too. Now I'm gonna be working, cooking, and keeping my son happy in more ways than one. I wanted to keep your dad happy, but you know how that worked out. You gotta love who you're married to, and click together, but I guess at some point, we stopped."

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"Don't be, it led me to fucking my hunk of a son. You also made me remember I do love getting cumshots, well, from men I love. Get up here and feel me up."

He followed my order and arched his back so his palms could land on my jugs. "Wow, Mom, these are amazing," he moaned, squeezing them.

"And you get to feel them whenever you want, stud," I told him, before kissing him. "I know I've told you I was sure of a lot of things in the past, but I promise you this: I want to have an affair with my son. Whether it lasts a month or a year, I'm going to need to fuck my son a regular basis. Are you up for the challenge?"

"This is just until I meet someone?"

"I suppose so, but I still might want a little piece of you every now and then. Does that make me a bad mom? Yes, you're allowed to say yes."

"Maybe you are then, Mom, but you're still not playing fair. I lost my virginity to you, and I'm feeling like you're my own world and more."

"That's normal, but maybe after the 300th fuck, maybe then you'll get sick of me. We'll still have a lot of fun on the way, though," I stated, before getting back on his lap.

I guided his member back to my pussy and rode him again. "Maybe this is more of a treat for me than you. I can tell you're loving your position now. Maybe it'd be different with Claire, but she still isn't your MILF of a mom. I don't know even if she's a virgin, but your experienced mom would always make you feel good. I also have a great deal of ducksucking experience, too. I know how to make a guy feel good, but not too good. I didn't make you shoot in my mouth, did I? Even though I wasn't sure about you, Istill worked with you, didn't I?""

"Yes, Mom, you're the perfect MILF. If you want to have an affair, then count me in, I can't help, but want you now."

"Good answer," I added, before kissing him. "But if you find any woman, then tell me. Even if you tell me Claire wants you back, you may tell me. I'm gonna want to know who is the better fuck, though. And, make sure she is on the pill, I am not ready to be a grandma, I'm still a horny MILF, I don't need to boot out the 'M' and exchange it for a 'G', got it?"

"Yes, and I am gonna have to practice eating you out too. Women like being eaten out, right?"

"They do, but they won't always admit it. I bullshit you not, though, if you can master licking a cunt, then you'll be golden. You're biased as hell towards me, just like I am to you, but if you can become a pussy eating machine, I may not even let you fuck another woman. I know that makes me a bad mom, you may admit it."

"No, Mom, you're wonderful, I swear. I feel your slit on my dick, and it feels so damn good. Keep thrusting it off my schlong, and make mecum again. I want to give you another cumshot."

"Oh, you're getting really horny now, huh?" I asked, befre getting off him.

I stood up and turned around. "Grab my butt."

He followed that command too, and I let his pecker dive back into my cunt. "Now make me moan and make the couch come off its legs so we wake your father up."

"I know you're joking, but you're still nuts."

"Trust me, crazy ladies are great in bed. You should know that now," I reminded him, glancing at him.

He nodded and clutched my buttcheeks. So, I rode him hard and made my boobs shake even more. He couldn't see them, but I was certain he could feel them, making me convulse a little bit more.

Even though his prick wasn't that big, my twat still paid a toll, but I was fine with that. I took it as a badge of honor and decided to wear it proudly for Jack anyway. I made my snatch thrust off his rod again, but he helped.

I successfully turned him on in a way I shouldn't, but did anyway. He loved me, and I returned the favor. Nothing and no one could duplicate the feelings, but we didn't need anything or anyone to do that.

I kept my body angled a tad, but that gave him the perfect stance to hold me. I felt a firm rip on my thighs, and he showed he was ready for me. Maybe I was pushing him into this a bit, but he was up for the bumpy ride.

I just couldn't help it, as if I tried the sweetest ice cream for the first time. I loved having sex with Jack, and even on just our second time, I knew I'd want it more and more. Even if I was married, I tried the ultimate taboo fetish, and I cherished it.

Of course, Jack loving it so much, too, just made it that much sweeter. I knew we'd make it to where I could fuck his brains out and have him scream like mad, but until then, I was still more than thrilled to have his dick inside me.

I moaned softly, but frequently the whole time, and his grip on my buttcheeks only got tighter. So, we both felt some life evolving sex that was only gonna get hotter as time went on. I was gonna make him one fierce lover and make sure whoever he ended up with was happy.

I knew I was on a slippery slope, but I couldn't worry about that then. i was having too much fun with him. I wanted him, knew if anything, we'd have to hide it forever. Nevertheless, incest sex seemed sweet.

Almost like a drug, only better, and we couldn't be tested for it. My hooters weren't huge, but still c-cups, so I felt them flopping a bit. That painted an even sexier picture, and made me want toravagehim even more.

Yet, I kept my position and let him squeeze my buttcheeksas hard as he could. So, he was learning and getting better in mere seconds. I had to glance at Dave again, and he was still out of it. Whether I liked it or not, I got mad at him for sleeping so long.

We were supposed to have family time, but he drank, and ate too much, so he fell asleep. Even if I was more than occupied with my son, I still felt a little anger with him. I knew it was ass backwards, but still, he wasn't painting a good picture of himself.

"Mom, I gotta cum now."

I giggled and got off him. "Fine," I said, standing. "Get up and cum on my butt."

He couldn't resist that, so he rose to me and aimed his cock right at my buttcheeks. In no time at all, he let out five good streams on my back there. Once again, it felt as taboo as it could get, but better.

Once he was done, I checked out his handiwork. "Wow, that's a good cumshot, son."

"Just for you, but shit, we gotta get dressed before dad wakes up."

I giggled and kissed him. "Like you're fleeing the scene after you just committed a crime?"

"Well, technically, we did," he reminded me, putting his clothes on.

I had to see his father again, and he hadn't moved an inch, but I got dressed with Jack. I didn't even bother cleaning off his seed, and then we both sat back down on the couch. We were sweaty, but his dad still wouldn't be able to notice.

"Well, fucking your mom is a crime and immoral, but I completely condone you doing it again, you hunk," I told him, wrapping my arms around him. "I love you, Jack."

"You love you too, Mom. Holy shit, you're hot, and dad is a fucking idiot."

"He is, isn't he? But be nice, he's still been a decent father to you."

"Okay, Mom."