I heard the door open, and I couldn't be sure who it was.

"Please be Jack," I muttered, shaking a bit until I saw a blurry image.

He opened the door. "Got room for one more?"

I looked him over naked from head to toe, and groaned slightly. "Sure."

He came in there and kissed me. "So, Jack has been keeping you company while I'm away?"

"Yes, he has, is that a problem?"

"Um, not a problem, since Claire broke up with him, I just think he should get back out there. You know, just find someone to... fuck, I guess."

"That's our son, Dave."

"I know, but still, he's turning 19 soon, and I think he's still a virgin. So, he needs someone to get him out there, that's all I'm saying. I know, if he were our daughter, I'd be happy about that, right?"

"Yes, but that's not the point. He does love spending time with his mom, but before you speak again, I've given him my blessing at least to find someone else for us to meet. Maybe he needs some time in between ladies, Dave. He doesn't want to get back out there, just give him some time."

"Okay, I hear you, but I heard about the news from you, and yes, I know, I fucked up and missed our date night. Then I would've found out, I'm sorry."

"I wasn't gonna bring that up, but okay. Tell him if you really want to, Dave. I just think if you do, he'll feel pressured and then find someone that isn't right for him just to show you he get somone. That's just my two cents."

"Okay, point taken, smart lady," he branded me, before kissing me. 

'You're kissing me naked, but shit.'

"Speaking of sex," he said, feeling my butt. "It's been a while for us. At least a couple of months now."

"You've been working a lot, and we haven't had a date night in over 3."

"Well, you haven't been exactly interested in date nights lately. Even if it was a weeknight or a weekend, first of all. Secondly, yes i know I've been busy, but I'm making an effort here. I'm not saying we need to have passionate sex as we did on our honeymoon, but can't we do something? It's a Tuesday night, I have work to catch up on with John, and I'd like to spend some quality time with my wife while I can. Will you at least grant me that?"

I took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm sorry, Dave," I apologized, before kissing him.

"I don't mean to whine, but I miss us. We were a happy couple, and we're not that anymore at the moment. I'm glad you have a buddy who happens to be our son, but don't forget about your husband."

I nodded and grabbed his cock. "I haven't, so maybe we both can make better efforts, fair enough?"

"Yes, and if Jack has a girlfriend, then he can be out of the house, if you know what I mean."

"I do."

"Okay, let's go to the bedroom and have some rekindling time."

"When are you taking me out, though?"

He sighed. "Um, this weekend, I'll clear things up and make it happen. If I bail, I'll let you slap me."

"In the face, not some sexy slap on the ass. I just mean, you started this, you've been putting your job first ahead of being my husband and Jack's dad. I'm not saying that to make you feel bad, but it's true."

He sighed again and bit down on his bottom lip."Okay, I hear you. We both need to turn the wheels. I'll make myself more available, and you'll be more in the mood, I guess."

"Just make sure you have it set up for me to be in the mood, though. Don't just come onto me and expect me to want to do it, though."

"Okay, now let's go."

I didn't quite feel right, but of course, he was still my husband, and it appeared we had established some sort of bond. So, we both went to the bedroom and shut the door without drying off. It had been months since we had sex, but Jack had been keeping me busy.

"Let me make sweet love to you, Molly," he moaned, getting on top of me. "You're still on the pill?"

"Why would I be? We haven't had sex in months," I told him, breaking eye contact.

Then he got off me and went to his dresser.

I felt my face. 'Why did I say that? I am on the pill, but not for him, but for Jack. WTFE, I guess. I'm cheating on you with our son, and I don't want him getting me pregnant.'

"I don'thave a rubber, but I'll be careful," he assured me, before getting on top of me again.

Even as I felt his nude body, I just didn't feel the spark. I dug myself a little hole, it seemed, but I was ready to deal with it. He stuck his rod into my cunt and looked at me. I kissed him and placed my palms on his shoulders.'

"I love you," he muttered, before making love to me.

"I love you too."

I did my best to sell the impression I was enjoying myself, but all I could think about was Jack. It was like Dave was a cover band for someone I loved. As if he was Loverman as a Loverboy cover band or something.

His cock was bigger than Jack's, but I still didn't see that as a bonus. I knew then again that I was hooked on Jack. Dave had me feel unwanted, and him fucking me then was just too little too late. I couldn't change my feelings, but I had to give Dave a little credit.

He stayed close to me and felt my boobs rub on his chest, so I was sure that made him go nuts. I also couldn't be sure how long he could last, but I was gonna find out whether I wanted to or not.

He still kissed me and made the lovemaking sensual. So, it's not like I was in a scene of a Saw movie, but I still wasn't into it. I clenched his shoulders somewhat to sell the image, and he smiled at me.

I nearly felt like I was cheating Jack. I couldn't even be sure how many times we had sex, but it was a lot. Regardless if he made love to me or fucked me from behind, I just adored our sex life. Dave just kept reminding me what it was not like with Jack.

"Well, you have a lubed up pussy, Molly, I'm glad it can take my big one."

"Don't get full of yourself, Dave, just make love to me and have an orgasm."

"It's not transactional, but okay."

"I'm sorry."

He leaned down to kiss me. "Is something wrong?"

'Yes, I don't think I'm attracted to you anymore,' I thought, before blinking a few times. "No, it's just been a while."

He nodded and continued thrusting his rod. I felt the physical pleasure, but it came at the expense of the emotional treasure that was missing. He wasn't Jack, and my head, boobs, and slit all knew it.

"Oh, it has been too long, Molly, you're beautiful."

"Thank you."

"Aren't you going to give me shit that I've gotten to see you naked a thousand times this year alone, and haven't made many moves."

"Sounds like you've given yourself shit already."

"Just know that I love you, and if you want to, at least let me be your hangout buddy, let me know."

"Okay."

"Let me taste those nipples, too," he moaned, going to them.

He grabbed onto them and let his tongue out. Once again, he proved he knew what he was doing, but he just wasn't doing it for me. It was both his fault and not his fault, it seemed. He let me go unfilled, so I let myself want Jack.

So, I fucked the shit out of them twice, and felt things far superior to Dave I felt with him in recent years. Dave couldn't be Jack, but he still left the pieces there for it to happen. Even if he had no idea what happened with Jack and me, it was true.

I still felt his head and gave him some eye contact, not to turn his alarms on, but still, the deed was done: my son dethroned my husband. I wasn't about to freak out about that, but deal with it in my own time.

After a couple more minutes, Dave came up to me and kissed me. I felt something, but I just kept going over how he wasn't Jack. He did a real number on me, and I couldn't deny it even if I wanted to.

Then he stuck his pecker back in my slit. "I promise, I'll be a better husband, Molly. Come hell or high water, we're gonna have more date nights, and I'll be a better father to Jack, too."

"If you say so, Dave."

"Fuck, I do," he moaned, before pulling out. "I'm out of practice," he let out, before cumming on my stomach. "Oh, you're one sexy woman, I swear."

I felt some joy with that, but it was still just unfulfilling, whether I liked it or not. 

Then he lied down next to me. "I guess I'll have to make more time for my wife to last longer. Shit, I'm sorry, babe, I can eat you out."

"No, that's okay, Dave. I'm fine, thank you."

"Are you sure? That was brief, and shit... are we okay?"

I sighed and broke eye contact. 'No,' I thought, before peeking at him again. "Just keep to your word, Dave."

He nodded and kissed me again. "I gotta do some more work."

"Okay."

"Maybe we can fit in some more sexy time later."

I nodded and watched him get up. I tried to like it, but I just couldn't. It was like Jack had me hooked on banana split ice cream, but Dave just had plain vanilla. It just wasn't the same. Anyway, later that day, I heard a knock at the door. 

I came to the door and opened it. "Oh, look who it is, the one who willingly walked away. Hello, Claire."

"Hello, Molly."

"How about you call me Mrs. Done," I suggested, crossing my arms. "What can I do for you?"

"Um, is your son here?"

"Now, why would you want to see him? You dumped him, remember?"

"Yes, and no, he didn't get it wrong, I was a little..."

"Bitchy?"

"Okay, whatever, I guess, Mrs. Done," she griped, rubbing her face. "I'm sorry I broke up with him, I can see now it was a mistake. I've been away from him for a few months now, and I see the error of my ways."

"You do? I thought things were going well with you two. You came to me and told me you wanted to have sex with him. I gave you my blessing and just asked you not to hurt him. I liked you and thought you two made a good couple. Then, just al the sudden, I find out from him that you dumped him. I haven't heard a peep out of you since then. Not in person, or on the phone. So, why do you want to see him? Do you want him back?"

She sighed. "Yes, can you just tell him I was here. He hasn't been answering my texts, and I've made it clear I am, in fact, sorry for breaking up with him. I can't really make it right, but we can at least pick things up where we left off."

"What dare I ask? Does that mean sex?"

"Well, it's not like I was planning on getting him into some private place and then fuck his brains out, but he did want to be with me, and I am ready. I moved too quickly with my first boyfriend, and lost my virginity to someone I shouldn't have, Molly. Forgive me if I wanted to take it slow with Jack."

I sighed and bit down on my bottom lip. "Even entertaining that might be true, does he know? He never said anything about that."

"No, I just know he was a virgin, and he knew I wasn't. I spill out my feelings, but I guess I should ask you this, though: ishe seeing someone else?"

I had to laugh a tad.

"So, is that a yes? Are you gloating about it?"

"Maybe I am, Claire. He loved you and wanted to have you. He didn't pressure you, did he?"

"No, but he wanted it, and I wasn't ready. It seemed like the right thing to do, so I wasn't leading him on. Maybe I should've just let him have me just once at least. Now you're confirming he lost his virginity to someone else?" she asked, before a gap where she shed a couple of tears. "Is that what you're telling me?"

With that display, whether she wanted to or not, she took my joy away. I guessed I never really thought about what would happen when I first talked to her, with or without Jack present. So, I calmly leaned forward and hugged her.

She hugged me back, but then backed away. "Well, will you just ask him to call me at some point. I'd just like to talk if that's okay."

"Yes, Claire, I'll tell him."

"Okay, thanks, goodbye then," she told me, before turning around.

Whether I liked it or not, I had to feel sorry for her. She did show remorse, but I still couldn't be her. She made her choice, and eventually paid for it. Just like I thought, Dave left to go do some overtime work, and then Jack came home.

He found me on the couch and practically pounced on me. "Wow, I missed you, Mom," he muttered, before kissing me.

I let him have me for a moment, and he even felt me up in hte process. Sure enough, I had two things to tell him, but I could never turn down the surreal joy he gaveme when he waned to get a little frisky.

"What's wrong, Mom? You're always ready for me. And it's always with the roles reversed, you gotta talk me into it."

I leaned towards him and took his hands in mine before I kissed him. "Um, I think we need to talk."

"Mom, you're on the pill, so you're not pregnant," he told me, sitting next to me.

"I love you, but please don't joke."

"What's wrong, Mom? Does dad know about us?"

"No, but you should know something," I warned him, before taking his hands in mine.

"What?"

I kissed him again. "I cheated on you."

"What? What does that mean?"

"Your dad and I had sex."

"So?"

"So? Don't you care? Whether you noticed it or not, you're my boyfriend, Jack. Your dad has been distant at best, but he wanted to make it up to me. I didn't want to make him suspicious, so we did it. I'm sorry, I still love you, and I'm very attracted to you. I mean, I felt him make love to me, but it just wasn't the same. You're not him, and you're definitely the more tender lover. I'm telling you I cheated, and with us being so close, my panties are soaked.  I've been secretly seeing you for a few months now, and I can't help, but be attracted to you. I know it's fucked up, but I want to keep seeing my son."

"I'm not telling you we have to stop, though."

i took a deep breath. "With that said, we got a visitor earlier today."

"Who, Mom?"

"Claire."

He sighed. "She talked to you?"

"Yes, do you know that she wants you back? She wants your dick inside her. I know I said not to joke, but it's not a joke. She's ready to let you into her panties, at least in due time. I just mean, you loved her, and you still do, right?"

"Mom, are you crying?"

I felt my cheeks and confirmed I had tears on both. I kissed him and held him close to me for a moment.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

I leaned away and took his hands again. "I just mean I'm married, and she wants you back. As much fun as I've had with you over these last few months, I don't want to stand in the way of you being happy with someone you can legally marry. She's your age, you can get her pregnant in due time, and of course, have her walk down the aisle too. I know I can make you feel good in more ways than one, but so can she. I could tell when I chatted with her today that she wants to, I know it. She regrets not giving you a chance. She did tell me that she did lose her virginity to someone she didn't love, but now she's ready for you."

"Has she been with anyone else?"

"I didn't ask, and she didn't share, but that's not the point. She wants you back; so with that knowledge, what do you want to do? Don't think about me, but about you. I'd love to keep having an affair with my son. I've never felt more alive than being with you. I can not overstate this enough. I just did not feel the spark with your father. I'm not saying he's a bad lover, but the spark is gone. It just is, and I'm not even sure I can bring it back."

"Well, we can stop seeing each other, Mom, and you can just have sex with Dad. That might help if you leave me in the rearview mirror. Make dad feel good. What did he say about this job?"

"He'd try to make more time for both of us. I guess you're right, son," I confessed, feeling my face. "On the other hand, you go back to Claire, and it just doesn't work. You might have the same problem where she just isn't me. She could suck your dick, you could pound her, and shoot her tits for hours on end, but it just may not be the same. I'm not saying don't go for it, but it is possible. As I said, I am perfectly fine continuing to see you behind everyone's back, and loving you even more every time, but you have to make this choice. And no, you're not going to see both of us. It's bad enough I'm cheating, you're not two-timing someone, too."

He nodded and kissed me. "You've thought of yourself as my girlfriend this whole time?"

"It's a cute way to put it, don't you think?"

He nodded and lied back for a moment. I wasn't sure what he'd say, but I let him have his time. I thought about feeling him, but I decided not to.

After his minute, he leaned toward me. "You have to keep being my mom, though, can you do that?"

"Yes, of course, I can."

"Can we at least have break-up sex?"

I smiled and got close to him. "If you desire, then yes, but you're sure this is what you want. You want to go back to Claire and give her another shot?"

"If I can make you a grandma in due time, then yes. Maybe I never stopped loving her, but... I don't know, Mom. You seem to want me to go to her."

"No, you gotta make the choice, dude."

"No, I want it, but..."

"You know what it's like to fuck your mom," I told him, getting closer to him. "You're not supposed to know that you love it, or what it'd be like even if you hated it."

"Yes."

Then I stood and put my hand out. "Take me to my bedroom, and show me how much you love me one last time."

He couldn't turn me down, so he escorted me to my bedroom. I couldn't be sure if this would be our last time or not, but either way, we were gonna fuck, and have fun again. He had me sit down on the bed first, and he stood in front of me to kiss me.

He felt me up in the process and made it count, too. In less than a moment, my panties were soaked again, and I had to feel his crotch. I felt his hard-on, but didn't pull it out just yet. Instead, he lowered himself to his knees and lifted my sundress.

"The green underwear, Mom? That's your sexiest pair," he complimented me, grabbing them.

"Just because it's your favorite color?"

"Yes," he admitted, pulling them off. "Wait, you never had sex with dad until today?"

"I didn't want to cheat on my boyfriend."

He took my panties in his hands and sniffed them. "Sounds like a good reason," he told me, before dropping them and getting to my snatch. "And you're sure you'll be okay with me making Claire feel good?"

"Yes, just make sure you're both happy, I wouldn't want to miss this for no good reason."

He nodded and let his tongue out.

"Oh, son," I moaned, feeling his head. "I'll miss this no matter what. Your father could do this 200 times, and it just wouldn't do for it for me. You do it once, and you're golden. Yes, eat that MILF pussy one more time, and make damn sure you make me not want to break up with you. Don't worry, I'm a big girl, so I can handle it."

He nodded and perfected his art of slit licking on me. He had done it to me numerous times by then, but he still felt like my novice son that I just had to adore no matter what. He slathered my lips down there and had me cumming already.

I tried to keep myself controlled, but he was out for cum. So, he got it and more. All the while, I pressed his face down on my cunt, and it got all wet all over again. I felt it so many times before, but it was a whole thrill every time he did it again.

I also held my dress up too, and let go to town on me. I created some sexy monster, it seemed, and I could stop him, but I just didn't want to, really. I got into the black ink when it came to him having someone else.

I still wanted to be a grandmother in due time, so I had to let him have Claire if she wanted him back. I saw her, and she was sincere. I just didn't like her being so late, but nevertheless, I was upfront with him, and he agreed.

That wouldn't mean I wouldn't be up for breakup sex. Again, even if this wasn't our time, I'd still be DTF no matter what with him. As I felt his tongue going all over my ips again and making me cum again, I had to relish the results again.

"Get up here and ksis me, son."

He listened and arosed to me to kiss me and feel me up too. He knew he'd be losing a good fuck too, so he didn't half-ass anything. I felt his neck as we made out for a moment, and he squeezed my moneymakers too.

After a moment, though, he dropped back down to my cunt, and he placed his palms on my thighs again. He gave me some intimacy as he ate me out, too, so I gave it right back. All the while, he used his slick tongue both inside and outside of my lips.

He had me crying again, but he took that with a grain of salt. He was more than happy to be fucking his mom, and I had to let him, no matter what. I just admired him that much, and my husband bailing on his duties only pushed me towards our son.

In any event, we were gonna make this as hot as could be, and I planned on getting his cum too. Until then, I cherished seeing him eat me out, but more especially, seeing his eyes look right back into mine as he did.

I caressed his head hard, but not too hard. I wanted him to keep going until he couldn't for another second, but until then, I put in place all the pieces to make it hot as hell for both of us. I pulled out whatever sexual warrior he had in him, and made it extra fierce.

He proved that by licking my cunt so well and making me cum all over his face. I saw it, and it made me melt a little bit more. He knew how much I wanted to kiss him too, but he stayed down there and finished the job.

He knew he made me love him more than literally anything or anyone else in the world, so he was destruction-proof. I didn't think he could kill me like he was Dexter Morgan and I'd still love him, but he had something to bring to the table that was beyond what Dave brought.

Jack didn't have a a high paying job like Dave, but it was no contest which one loved me more. He could slather my lips down there and give me the most intimate eye contact I could imagine, and not be somewhere else emotionally.

Physically and mentally, he was right between my legs, and he only desired to make me feel good. So, that was that, and whether I liked it or not, it meant I was, in fact, having an affair. I couldn't paint it differently, but I didn't want to, though.

"Fuck it, get up here and kiss me."

He followed my order again and kissed me like he meant it. Even as he did, he rubbed my lips down there slowly and pressed himself on me a bit.

Although, then he rose and brought me up with him. "I want to see my mom again," he muttered, before pushing the straps off my shoulders.

The dress fell off me, and he wasted no time going for my bra too. "I learned everything from my ravishing mom," he let out, before undoing it.

He took it off me and glared at my boobs. "So, dad could take off your bra, feel these bundles of joy, and tell you he loved you, and it just wouldn't do anything fr you?"

"What can I say, dude? He didn't cheat, but neglected me for too long, and in one instance, i let you see me naked and then fuck your brains out. I can't help that we both loved it so much. Neither of us are perfect, but that doesn't mean we can't cherish each other the way we do. So, go after Claire, and if it feels right, stay with her," I informed him, covering his hands with mine. "I'm your mom, and your palms are on my knockers right now. Not only that, we both love it. Why? Our brains could be fucked up just in the right spot, who knows?" I asked, before kissing him. "I'll tell you one thing, even if it does work out with Claire, no one is taking you away from me. No one ever forgets their first, and your first was your mom. How many times have we had sex since then?"

"At least a hundred."

"So, we obviously love each other," I reminded him, stepping back. "Now I want to see you, stud."

I undressed him in less than a minute, and once he was nude, I calmly lied down on the bed. 

He followed me, and he got on top of me. "At least you're on the pill because if you did get pregnant, we wouldn't even know which one of us knocked you up," he theorized, before sticking his cock inside me. "Oh, yes, Mom, every time we have sex, it's a whole new sexual adventure, and it makes me love you a little bit more," he moaned, before beginning to thrust  it. "You're perfect to me, Mom. Maybe I'm biased now, but I could spend every single day with you forever if need be. By the way, let's not tell Claire about us."

"Well, duh, son," I giggled, grabbing his shoulders. "Even if she is cool with it, she could spill the beans to someone, and that wouldn't be good."

"Yes," he let out, coming to my neck. "This is just for me," he told me, kissing and licking it.

All the while, he kept his rod moving in and out of me. He showed he was crazy about me and just wanted me. He wasn't thinking about his dad or anything else. I was his prize, and he was only letting go of me because I told him to.

I couldn't be sure if it was gonna work between those two or not, but I had to find out. I wanted grandchildren, and she was my best chance. Not that I wanted one anytime soon, but it was something I desired at some point.

A moment later, he rose again and let my tits show. "Yes, I love your shaking jugs, you're an iconic MILF. No MILF pornstar has anything on you."

"It was sexy to watch MLF porn with you, but you don't need that when you get to fuck your own mom. Now fuck me harder, and remember: your mom loves cumshots."

He nodded and followed my order again. My slit was still used to his father's bigger schlong, but he was making headway on me and getting my twat sore already. Withhis fierce thrusting, it wasn't long before it would happen.

Even with my melons shaking, he looked right into my eyes as if he'd die if he didn't. We both already had sweat all over our bodies, too, so it wasn't difficult at all for us to get worked up on each other. I could already tell it'd be hard to let him go, but I had to do it.

I saw the passion in his eyes, too, so it was something that could work with Claire. He had so much sexual chemistry with me that it had to work with Claire. I tried to focus on the sex, but he had me thinking about what would happen with them.

Once again, he leaned down to kiss me several times and still made it count like I'd die if he didn't get it just right. We also attacked each other with our breath, too, but that didn't stop us. We both had to moan quite a bit, too, and we just clicked even more.

We smiled at each other for a while too, but we didn't speak. We let the hotsex and love say everything. I felt his lower back and even pushed onto it a bit for leverage, but he was going strong without me.

All he needed was me to fuck, he didn't need me helping him to fuck my brains out. I blinked a lot, but I still managed to eye him. I couldn't stop him if I wanted to; I let him off his leash, and there was no telling what all he'd do with me.

"Oh, fuck, I love you, Mom," he moaned, before plopping himself on top of me.

We made out again as passionately as he could. So, he kept shoving it down my throat that he was nuts about me. He wanted to show that he loved me, and it wasn't just sexual. not that I ever thought it was purely sexual, but still.

After a few minutes, he rose again and grabbed my thighs. "Holy shit, Mom, you're gonna in my sexy dreams forever," he told me, before thrusting again.

"Grab my tits, son."'

He did that and used them for leverage instead. "Wow, did you always have these?"

"Well, you helped."

"I'm glad I did," he moaned, squeezing them.

He wanted to plow me, but he also wanted to make it quite pleasurable for me, too. He even played with my moneymakers too, so if nothing else, he proved he was a boobs man. If he didn't show it already, then he had to pull his wood out and go to them.

"Yes, lick your mommy's nipples again, son," I moaned, feeling his head. "Nothing and no one is as important to me as you are. You accept me as your horny mom, and I accept you as my horny son, too. Just make sure you bring your 'A' game when you have sex wth Claire. Don't be pushy with her, she won't like that."

He nodded and even sucked on my nipples.

That got me to break eye contact, and moved us both back and forth a bit. "Yes, just like that.  Suck on them and titillate me like you'll die if you don't. You give Claire this kind of thrills, then you'll be golden to her. Make sure she gets on the pill, though, you're not the best at holding your load."

He nodded and continued to please me ever so slowly. I could never be sure what would happen between him andClaire, but considering how well he was making me feel, I was optimistic. Nevertheless, he was still biased as hell towards me, and vice versa.

I kept his mouth both moving back and forth a bit, but he followed my moneymakers around like he glued to his mouth to them. I had to laugh and cherish both the feel and sight. Neither of which could Dave give me, but it wasn't his fault.

Jack was just that good and showed no signs of slowing down. He kept his lips and tongue moving on my nipples slowly, and hardly. I wasn't even sure how much I could take, but I was gonna find out.

I knew it so many times before, but I really got off on being involved with my son. It was unnatural, and taboo, but oh so hot, so I just couldn't get enoughof it, and it did make Dave's  sexual persona irrelevant.

I couldn't fault him for it, but it was true. As I looked right into Jack's eyes as he wooed me, he shoved it down my throat. Not that I really minded, but it was true. So, I took all of his pleasing the best I could, and adored him more for it.

I still had to break eye contact several times, but for good reason. After a couple more minutes, he came up to kiss me. As he did, he reached over to my cunt, and fingered me. He let his fingers slide in there deep; it certainly got me jolting again.

But after another moment, I pulled him up so he got on his knees. "Make sure she sucks on it from time to time, dude. Especially if you get between her legs, it's the least she can do," I told him, before taking it into my mouth.

"Yes, Mom, I'll let you be my guide if you desire," he moaned, feeling my head. "Damn, you're something else, Mom, I swear. You may not be the best wife, but you're still a superb mom, though. No one can take that away, and if anyone tried to convince you otherwise, I'll kick their asses."

I giggled slightly, but kept my lips thrusting. He pressurred my head somewhat, but not enough to stop me. It wasn't completely comfortable in that position, but I wanted to please him. I saw him trying to hold it together, but he was losing it again.

I loved making him lose his shit; it reminded me of the great sex life I used to have. I couldn't be sure if something else would come from this down the road, but right then, I bonded with my son like nothing else mattered.

He was feeling my head, but I decided to steal his hand and bring it to my tit. So, he held it for leverage and broke eye contact again. I knew Claire had smaller melons, but still quite a nice set, so I was certain he'd be happy with them.

Not that he'd just want her for her rack, but still. I pulled out whatever sexiness he had and reaped the rewards. Even though I had my own negative feelings about Claire, I loved my son and thought he should go back to her if she truly coveted him.

As I saw the look on his face when I sucked his cock, I certainly hoped Claire longed for him. I'd never know for sure until they got back together. Until then I was making my son feel good, and he showed that he received gifts rather well.

Without releasing his wood, I managed to have us go towards the edge of the bed. I got off it and down on my knees on the floor. I placed my palms back at the base of his schlong and locked eyes again, and he sat down.

"Oh, the world would be better with MILFs like you, Mom. You're sexy, loving, considerate, and you know how to fuck. What better combination could there be?"

I shrugged my shoulders and kept blowing him. I gave him head before, but then, it was just different. I relished seeing him eyeball me and deal with the gratification. I might've even done it with Dave earlier, but I wasn't enjoying his prick being in my pussy or even kissing him.

I felt sweat going down all over my body, but mostly on my head. He felt my neck and even a bit of my back, too. So, he was losing it, and it was just a matter of time before he needed to shoot. Yet, even though I had his pecker in my mouth, he pulled me up to him to kiss me.

He felt me up too, and squeezed my moneymakers. I had to giggle somewhat, but kept making out with him for over a minute. After that moment, I gradually parted my lips, but wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Is there something you wanted to say?"

"If you do go back to Claire, just make sure you're happy. As much as I want to, I can't keep cheating on your dad. Maybe I won't be as happy without you getting into my panties, but I'll at least have you happy. So, make sure both you and Claire make one another happy, got it?"

"Yes."

I took a deep breath and kissed him again. "If need be, you can always come back to your dashing mom; I can make you feel good with my eyes closed. So, make it work with her, but you still have a fallback woman who cherishes you. Just save me some cum, I do love it on my jugs," I explained, before going back to his dick.

I took it back into my mouth, and he felt my head. "It sounds like you're crazy about me, Mom," he pointed out, feeling my head.

I nodded and kept blowing him. He needed to fall back after a moment, and he even pulled my hair. It was a little painful, but still worth it. I felt the veins in his schlong going haywire again, so it was coming soon.

He needed to move back and forth a bit on the bed, too. So, it was a show to watch indeed, and I reveled in every second of it. I looked at him, but he couldn't return the favor. He was losing it too much, too quickly for him to do it.

"Oh, Mom, I gotta cum, I'm gonna explode."

Then I released his member and aimed it at my tits. "Then give your mom the best gift you can," I implored him, stroking it.

A few seconds later, he delivered his gift, and I made sure to milk him for every drop I could get from him. He jerked a bit, but I made sure all of his cum landed on my rack. I could never be sure how it felt for a guy to cum, but judging from Jack's reaction, it must've been awesome.

"Okay again, son," I said, looking at my boobs. "I had no idea mother/son sex could be so grand," I added, lying next to him. "I feel bad cheating on your father, but I feel better doing it with someone who genuinely loves me and also loves spending time with me. Even before we had sex, you wanted to be my son. Spend time with your mom, and just bond. Go shopping, cook a bit, see movies, and you weren't shy about at least pecking my cheek. I'm not trying to make excuses; I'm still a woman with needs. Both emotional and physical. Is it my fault if you can supply me with help with both?"

"No, Mom, it's not your fault," he moaned, pulling me on top of him. "If you're guilty, so am I. It's not like I can deny knowing you've been married this whole time."

"I understand, and just because this is break-up sex doesn't mean we can't do it again."

"Yes, Mom," he moaned, before aligning his cock with my pussy again.