Sara, while still on her knees, undid the clasps that held her stockings up and pulled her panties off and handed them to her Master. Then fastened her clasps.
Sara slid her hands up Eric's leg to play with his dick, she found he was hard already. So she spit in her hand and jerked the tip of his dick under his shorts.
"Take it out slut, you know what to do with it." He said while looking her in her eyes.
Sara slid Eric's shorts down and wrapped her lips around his dick. She took it deep in her mouth, moaning as she sucked. Bobbing her head up and down as she grabbed his hips for leverage. She licked the shaft from tip to balls then back to the tip. Swallowing it in one move. She looked up at him while his dick was in her mouth, he had her panties around his nose. She reached up, took them and wrapped them around his shaft and jerked him off while sucking the tip of his dick.
"Oh shit mom, that's so fucking hot!"
Sara just moaned while looking him in the eyes.
Eric could hold back his orgasm no longer.
"Mom, I'm gonna..." Before he could finish the sentence he unleashed a flood of cum in his mother's mouth. And just like the true whore she was she deep throated him, allowing him to cum directly down her throat.
"Mmmmm." Sara licked her lips as she stood up.
Eric sat on the couch, out of breath, with his shorts around his ankles and his mother's panties still around his dick.
"I'm starving." Eric said while trying to catch his breath.
"I'll make you something Master!" Sara bounced away to the kitchen.
"Chipotle. I want Chipotle."
Sara paused "...okay Master."
"You might want to pick up something for dinner at the grocery store." Eric looked at his mom "You might want to get changed too." He laughed
In their bedroom Sara undressed as she was instructed, and put on what she thought would please her Master. A white T-shirt, black leggings and flip flops.
Eric hadn't finished writing down his order before his mother walked out. Her outfit was almost completely see through, if the light hit it right. Eric had a wicked smile on his face as he handed her his order. She could feel his eyes seeing parts of her that are meant to be covered in public.
"What about dinner?" She asked.
"I'll let you figure that out."
Sara left and headed to the grocery store first. She assumed that she would probably be in heels cooking so she tried to pick something that was quick but filling. Sloppy Joes sound quick and easy, so she made her way down the aisles containing the items she needed. Down each aisle she could feel eyes on her, she heard whispers. Her steps quickened, but with the increase in her pace her tits bounced more. Her ass swayed more. At the checkout she could see the cashier's eyes darting up and down from her crotch to her chest.
She knew it was going to be no different at Chipotle, and she was right. It was located next to the campus so there were tons of college students there. As soon as she opened the door she felt all eyes on her.
While all this was going on Eric was at home napping on the couch in post orgasmic bliss.
Sara got back to her car loving the fact that she went out like this for her son, but wanting to cover up so no one else but her son sees her.
As she walked through the door Eric nearly lunged at her for his meal, he sat at the table and began devouring it. Sara watched as she ate what she got for herself while putting away tonight's dinner.
Eric finished his meal, quickly, and threw away the wrapper. Then returned to his usual position on the couch joined by his mother. As the hours drew by Sara could feel the urge boil up in her. She was desperate to have an orgasm, so she moved closer to her son. Placing a hand on his leg, rubbing it, getting closer and closer to his dick. Whispering in his ear.
"Master, your whore wants to be fucked."
With a sly smile "Are you making demands?"
"No Master, it's a request. Please fuck me."
Sara turned around and presented herself like a dog in heat.
"I'm already wet Master, you just have to slide it in." She said while looking at him from between her legs.
Eric ran his hands over his mother's ass. In truth he loved her in leggings or yoga pants just as much as stockings and heels. He yanked down the leggings and saw a string of her wetness run from her pussy to the crotch of the legging. He then spread her ass and ran his tongue on her asshole.
"Ahh yes Master, that feels so good." As soon as she felt Eric's tongue push into her ass she became even wetter.
Eric spent what seemed like an eternity to Sara, licking her ass.
"Master please, Fuck ME please!" She begged.
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back to him. And in a gruff tone whispered in her ear "You wanna get fucked slut?"
"Yes Master!"
"You wanna cum?" He said.
"Yes Master!"
"What did I say?"
"You said I can't cum Master." She said dejected.
"That's right. That dirty little cunt is for my pleasure, not yours. Do you understand?!"
"Yes Master." She said in a quiet voice.
Eric pushed her back down on the couch and forced his thumb in her cunt. She let out a loud sigh of pleasure.
"Now I want to fuck."
"Use me Master." She said cheerfully.
"I had plans whore, and you disrupted them." He said with a scowl, but still fingering her.
"I'm sorry Master."
"You must be punished, slut."
"Yes Master, punish your slutty mother."
As they made their way back down to the basement Sara felt her excitement grow. Although she was nervous, as she didn't know what punishment he had in store.
Once in the basement Sara took her position in the middle of the white sheet. Eric had his hand on the sheet covering the St. Andrews cross and ripped it down.Sara excitedly stripped.
"How do you want me Master?"
"I want you to stay where you are until I instruct you otherwise."
Eric made his way behind the dresser and turned on the laptop. While it was booting up he took out the fishnet body suit, boots and the nipple clamps. He hit record and sat in the chair.
"Put these on." A pair of boots and the bodysuit came flying into the scene.
Getting in the bodysuit was not a graceful task, and Sara stumbled more than once. Using the saw horse for stability she put on the strappy boots. As she stood there her nipples popped right through the fishnet.
Eric stood and approached her, quickly grabbing her exposed nipple, hard.
"OWW!" She shrieked in pain.
"What's the matter slut? Too rough?"
"No Master, I love it rough. I wasn't prepared for it."
If she wasn't prepared for the nipple pinch she surely wasn't ready for what came next. Eric deftly attached one of the clamps to her right nipple.
"AHHHH!" She screamed even louder.
"I thought you liked it rough!"
"I love it Master, abuse me!" She screamed.
Eric attached the clamp to her left nipple and she let out another scream that rivaled the first. A chain connected the two clamps and hung from them, Eric put his finger on it and pressed down. He could see in her face the signs of pleasure, and when it was turning into pain. He played on that fine line, pulling and releasing just as he crossed that point.
"You like that? Slut!" He said as he slithered around her.
"Yes Master!" She winced as he tugged on the chain.
Eric grabbed her by the hand and locked it into place in the cross, followed by her other hand. He did the same with her ankles.
"The next hour or so isn't going to be easy." He whispered in her ear.
Sara swallowed hard, and got weak in the knees when she saw Eric grab the magic wand. She was dangerously close to having an orgasm as it was. She watched as he attached it to the cross and switched it to low. She bit down on her lip as pleasure engulfed her body.
Eric grabbed the riding crop and ran it gently over his mother's body.
"You want to cum don't you?"
"Yes Master, I want it so bad!"
"I'll tell you what. If you behave, if you're a good little slut I'll fuck you nice and hard so you can cum on my dick. How's that sound?"
"Oh yes Master, I'll be the best slut ever! I'll please you any way possible."
"Good..." He said "...we're going to start with an interview.
Sara had no idea what that meant. Eric pulled the chair into the scene and took a seat with the crop still in hand.
"State your name, and look into the camera."
"Sara Marie Winters" she said nervously.
"And who am I?"
"You are my son, Eric Robert Winters" She smiled.
"Very good." He slapped her thigh with the crop.
"Ahhh!" She sucked her teeth "Thank you Master."
"Next question. Who are you in a relationship with?"
"I am madly in love with my son and Master." She said proudly.
"Mmmm Very good!" He tugged the chain with the crop.
"Thank you" she said through gritted teeth.
"Is this a relationship of a sexual nature?" He said while he returned to his seat.
"Yes" she said again, proudly.
"Please elaborate, and be, descriptive." Eric raised his eyebrow and a smile curled at the edge of his lips
Sara stared directly into the camera "My son fucks my wet cunt on an almost nightly basis. I suck his cock as often as I can. He gives me orgasms like I've never had before. He fills my pussy and mouth with his delicious hot cum."
Eric stood up and slapped the part of Sara's butt that was exposed with the crop. "What about that?" Referring to her ass.
"My son and Master just recently filled my asshole with his cock and cum, and I fucking loved it!"
"So you admit you're an incestuous slut!?"
"No!" She said defiantly.
Eric furrowed his brow "Explain!"
"I am a filthy whore, an incestuous dirty cum slut, a wet hole for my Master to use at any time. And cum dumpster for my son to empty his balls into."
Eric stood and clapped "That was magnificent." He whispered in her ear "You made me hard."
Sara took a deep breath and smiled. It was short lived as Eric increased the speed on the wand. He could see her knees shaking from pleasure. So he let fly the tip of the crop on her left breast.
"Ahhhh." She sucked in air through her gritted teeth.
"Remember..."
"...I know Master, I won't cum I promise."
Eric released her from the restraints.
"Bend over the sawhorse and spread em."
As Sara walked she could feel the blood rushing back to her hands. Each step was small and tentative as her knees were weak. As she bent over she could feel a hand on her back pushing her down. The lubed up butt plug was pushing it's way into her ass. All she could do was moan.
"You're almost done, just a little bit more." Eric said reassuringly "Back to the cross."
With a second wind she stood up and said "I can take it Master."
Eric shackled her back to the cross, this time with her ass exposed. He leaned in, and whispered just loud enough for her to hear it.
"I'm proud of you slut."
Sara smiled and held her head higher.
Eric admired his mother's figure, chiefly her ass. The way it looked in the fishnet was stunning. He played with it, squeezing and slapping it, watching it shake and jiggle. He bit it and she let out a yelp. He switched the wand to it's highest setting and left her to enjoy it. While she was doing her best not to cum Eric was putting together a makeshift bed of blankets and cushions from old lawn furniture.
Sara's head was resting on the wood of the cross, she was trying desperately to concentrate on anything other than the intense vibrations between her legs. Suddenly they stopped and she heard the Velcro straps that held her in place being removed. She slumped to her knees, exhausted from the events of the afternoon. She looked up at her Master with doe eyes.
"Stand." Eric commanded.
She did as she was told.
"You've impressed me whore."
"Thank you Master." She said.
"I think you've earned a hard fuck."
Eric motioned for her to lay on the bed, and she did just that, with her legs spread. Eric crawled on top of her.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"Fuck my pussy hard Master!" She begged "as hard as you can."
Eric didn't have to ease his way into his mother, she was already soaking wet. So it slid right in, he closed his eyes and put his head down as he felt the heat of his mom's pussy envelope his prick. Sara's legs were wrapped around him and she moved her hips back and forth. He grabbed right below her tits and began fucking away. Crashing into her body with his with great force.
"OH GOD. YES MASTER!" She screamed "FUCK ME!"
Sara moaned like the whore she was while her son plowed her.
"Master I'm going to cum, May I cum please?!" She begged
Eric had his hands squeezing her tits. "Cum on my dick whore."
"Yes Master. Talk dirty to me!"
Eric wrapped his hands around her neck. And fucked her hard and as fast as he could.
"You like that slut?" He said roughly "You like your son fucking your cunt?!"
All she could do was nod as she approached a mind blowing orgasm.
"Look at you, letting your own son fuck your pussy till it cums. You're such a filthy whore."
Eric slid in and out of his mother's pussy while telling her to cum. He could see and feel each of her muscles tense up, she dug her nails deep into his bicep. She mouthed the words 'Fuck me'.
Sara gasped loudly and nearly flung Eric off of her. Just as she did she squirted a long stream of clear fluid high into the air. He jumped back to her and ran two fingers over her clit quickly. Causing the stream to pulse in intensely, she screamed and tried to close her legs, but Eric overpowered her and did it even faster. Sara rolled over on her side twitching, still squirting a small stream of fluid onto the white sheet.
Out of breath she exclaimed "Thank you Master, thank you so much."
"Were not done yet, I'm still hard." Eric flipped her over and got on his knees behind her.
"I want your cum so bad Master."
Eric grabbed his mother's hips and plunged his dick back into her wet pussy. He loved how she looked, butt plug in her, fishnet containing her ass, and her bent over for him.
"Where does my pet want my cum?"
"Cum on my face Master." She said. "Mark me as your property."
Eric loved the thought of that, and just hearing her say it brought him to the edge. Just a few more strokes and he would be ready to cum. And true to that, after just five more strokes he could feel his cum working it's way up.
"Get on your knees whore." He moaned.
"Mmmmm yes Master, blow your load all over mommy's face."
Sara Sat on her feet while her son stood in front of her jerking off just inches from her face. She played with his balls to coax out her son's cum.
"Give it to me Master."
Eric let out a loud grunt and like a sexual marksman fired each stream of cum on his mother's face. From her bottom lip to her hairline.
"Mmmmm..." She moaned as she licked the cum around her mouth while looking up at him. Swallowing every drop she could get her tongue on.
Eric moved to the computer and shut it down and motioned for Sara to follow him. As they reached the top of the stairs he spoke.
"You should get cleaned up."
"Yes Master." She smiled.
As Sara went to their bedroom Eric made his way to the kitchen. He noticed the time and figured it would take longer to make dinner then order it. So he placed an order at their favorite pizzeria. It arrived before Sara got out of the shower, so a slice was waiting for her. Eric and Sara nearly finished the entire pie and all but passed out on the couch before both heading to bed.
Sunday
While his mother slept, Eric sat at his computer looking at all the footage he collected from the weekend. Importing it from his laptop and phone to his main computer. Editing out the parts that weren't worth keeping, adding notes on transitions, and arranging the files in order so he could make a DVD out of it. As he hit 'Create' in the movie maker program he was using he contemplated the day. He knew what Friday and Saturday would entail, but Sunday was a swing day in his plan. If his mother couldn't handle the punishment he had for her than he would use this day to torture her more, to his pleasant surprise she did more than endure it. So now he would have to reward her, but that seemed counter to what the whole Dom/sub thing was all about.
"Who gives a shit!?" He said aloud. We aren't a normal couple, so why should the normal rules of anything apply to us! he thought. So what if I want to reward her for going through what she did. He continued to think.
"How do I reward her?" He said aloud again.
Getting back into the BDSM mindset. With cum of course! He thought. Eric's plan was quite brilliant, at least he thought it was, particularly for their situation.
Sara soon roused from her slumber, again sleeping later than she would normally. She made her way into the hallway and could see her son at his computer. She announced herself by clearing her throat.
"Ahem..."
"Good morning." he said without turning to face her "I'm just going over your performance."
"And are you pleased Master?" She inquired.
"Very" He said, as he spun around in his chair "I've decided that I will reward you."
"Oh really!?" She said surprised.
"Yes."
"With what?" She inquired.
"With what every pet desires." Eric smiled.
"Her Master's cum!"
"Precisely. But it won't be as easy as you think."
"You'll have to work for it."
"What do you mean Master?"
"Tonight, I'm going to fill that pussy up with my cum, but it's your job to ensure it's the largest load ever."
"So you mean I get to tease you all day Master?" She said with a smile.
"Its up to you to be creative." He said as he winked at her.
A thousand things ran through her mind, but before she had time to give them any thought she was interrupted.
"If you make me cum before 5pm you will be punished."
Now even more thoughts ran through her head. She had to dance the fine line of pleasing without completion.
"Don't worry Master." She said cheerfully "Do you want pancakes for breakfast?"
"With a side of bacon, sure."
Sara went to the kitchen to start breakfast. Put the coffee on and had the bacon sizzling.
In a short time she was finished and had plated her son's meal to bring to him.
"Here you are Master..." She set the plate down on his desk "...I'll return with your syrup and coffee."
Sara returned with the syrup coffee and a napkin and set it next to his plate. She then crawled between his legs and retrieved his flaccid dick and made it hard in her mouth. Bobbing up and down she felt her son's dick go from limp to hard as a rock. She put his balls in her mouth and looked up him and smiled.
Eric did his best to eat, but Sara was pulling out all the stops. She hooked her thumb under his balls and applied pressure while she slurped his dick. She covered it with her saliva, then took just the head in her mouth and moved her head in a circle.
Eric grunted and placed his hand on the back of her head, she took his dick deep in her throat. Gagging herself while getting her face fucked. She could feel Eric run his hands through her hair and saw his toes start to curl. She knew this usually meant he was ready to cum, so she took his dick from her mouth and did her best to get it back in his shorts.
Eric let out a sigh and watched as a wet stain formed in his boxers from his mother's saliva. Sara quietly left the room to shower.
While Sara showered she wondered what she could do, how often she could do it, and if she would be able to stop before her son blew his load. Perhaps one of each would do, she thought. A blowjob, hand job, foot job, titty fuck and a quick fuck. Maybe some self pleasure too, couldn't hurt, after all he said HE wasn't to cum till five, nothing about her. Seeing that she already blew him she would wait some time before starting the next 'activity'.
Sara rummaged around in her closet for something that was sexy and sluty. She found a white piece of lingerie, it was a one piece that was completely see through with lace roses. Instead of having full coverage it has garters. She found matching white stockings and a pair of white high heel sandals. She decided no panties as they would most likely get in the way, even though she did have a pair that went nicely with the outfit. She certainly couldn't forget her collar, that she worked very hard to earn.
Sara did the math and figured if she did one sexual act per hour she would be filled with her son's cum by the last one. Just then Eric walked in the room and she could tell from the growing tent she choose her outfit wisely.
"Do you approve Master?" She said while staring at his prick.
Eric just nodded his head with his eyebrows raised and rushed to the shower.
There wasn't much for Sara to do around the house, she had done the chores the previous day. So she sat in the office and went over some papers for work. While seated she crossed and uncrossed her legs she loved the sound they made and ran her hands down them. She didn't notice Eric standing in the doorway watching her.
"Feels nice huh." He smiled.
"Very nice Master, I think I'll start wearing them for fun." She winked at him.
Eric retreated to the couch to watch some TV, he flipped through the channels in hopes of finding something entertaining. Lazy Sundays are nice, but when your balls are at the point of spilling over it's agony.
Sara walked around the house, just to hear her heels hit the floor and maybe also to get the attention of her son.
It was close enough to the top of the hour so she went downstairs to retrieve the lube. She walked into the living room and kneeled before her Master. Reaching under his shorts she found his chubbed up dick. She squeezed it lightly to get a response, and it did just that. An involuntary muscle twitch, along with a growing erection.
"Mind removing your shorts for me Master?" She batted her eyelashes at him suggestively.
In a matter of seconds her son's shorts were flung across the room. Sara nuzzled her son's prick a bit, just so he could feel her breath on it. She applied some lube to her palm and gently stroked his head, making sure that the excess lube went on his shaft. With each stroke she went just slightly further down her son's prick, millimeter by millimeter. Holding it at the base, with her thumb under his nutsack, she allowed a full stroke. Eric let out a loud moan, and it was extended by Sara's thumb running small circles below the head of his penis.
"Holy fuck me!" He said with his eyes closed and head tilted back
Sara grabbed Eric's shaft with his balls still in her hand, she gripped tight and jerked him off as fast as she could. All that was heard was the wet sloping sound of her hand, the lube, and his dick skin.
"Oh Jesus!" He cried
Sara gripped even tighter, her hand making a cock ring, she now went back to just jerking the tip of his dick. Adding a twist when she pulled up, she used her spit as a lube as she didn't want to stop the action. She moved dangerously close to his dick, so close she may as well put his dick in her mouth.
"Does my Master feel good?" She said in a breathy voice.
As she continued the slow twisting motion up and down his shaft he responded.
"Yes my slut." He tried to regain his dominance
Sara went back to work, watching Eric's dick glisten with a mixture of lube and her spit, she worked her hand up and down his shaft. She could feel his heartbeat in her hand when she squeezed the middle of his shaft. Every so often she would check down at his feet to see if they had curled yet, and to her surprise, they hadn't. So she picked up the pace, using both hands twisting in opposing directions as they moved up and down his shaft. She kept her lips so close to the head of his dick she could almost taste the mixture of precum lube and spit. Finally Eric's toes dug into the rug, and Sara released her grip immediately. She watched her son's prick beat in time with his heart, although his breaths were out of synch.
Sara got up and walked towards the kitchen to wash her hands. After she finished she found his shorts and tossed them to him. She made her way back to her office and looked over more paperwork.
Meanwhile Eric nearly cursed through his teeth, but knowing better he put his shorts back on and flipped through the channels once he found the remote.
Sara found herself just as aroused as she made her son. What she didn't notice was the patch of wetness she left on the rug in front of him.
The minutes dripped by painfully slow, both Sara and Eric were on the verge. They both knew they had to wait, and it was torture to do so. Sara tried to rationalize starting the next activity early, as she got just as much pleasure out of it. Eric gave heavy consideration to walking into the office and fucking his mother right there on the desk. The reason why they didn't just go for it, because they knew how much better it would be if they waited.
So wait they did, watching the clock, counting each second, laboring over every minute. Till the top of the hour struck. Eric waited patiently on the couch for his mother to arrive and service him. He watched as three minutes passed on the clock, then four more, then at ten past the top of the hour he stood up. 'where is she?' He thought.
"Oh slut..." he said in a light hearted manner "...where are you?"
Still he heard nothing, it's not like the house was large so she clearly heard him. Eric turned off the TV and walked into the hallway, he could faintly hear breathing and a whirring sound. As he entered the office he saw his mother with her legs spread wide and her heels pressed against the desk for support. She was pounding away at her pussy with one of her vibrators."Master..." She said out of breath but not stopping "...I can't wait for this to be your cock."
She slowly pistoned the pink vibrator in and out of her wet pussy. The beads all turned in opposite directions to each other, and the rabbit ears teased her clit perfectly. Her free hand dug into the armrest of the chair as she used the tip to draw circles on her clit.
Eric leaned on the doorway, staring intently at his mother's third act of perversion today. He massaged his already stiff erection through his shorts. He watched as Sara took the vibrator with both hands and fucked herself, pushing it as deep as it would go. Eric moved to her back and knelt down.
"Does that make your pussy feel good?" He whispered.
"It's nothing like your cock Master."
Eric reached down and increased the speed on the vibe.
"Ohhh." She moaned while grinding even further into the vibrator.
Eric grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples through the material of her lingerie.
"I love watching my slutty mother fuck herself for me." He said while pushing her tits together.
Sara shuddered with excitement at how taboo this act was, let alone the entire weekend.
"You gonna cum on that fake dick?" He hissed.
"I'm close Master, but I want to cum with you." She fought hard to keep from cumming, even though it was her hands controlling the vibrator.
With a simple flick of a switch the whirring sound ended and she withdrew it from her dripping cunt. She put her feet back on the ground and went to find a towel to clean the mess she made.
Meanwhile the precum stain in Eric's shorts grew. He returned to the couch and plopped down into it. He let out a sigh, but noticed that it was much closer to the top of the hour than he expected.
As she sat, reviewing her schedule for work, she found herself dipping her foot in and out of her heel. Rubbing her nylon foot, spreading her toes and wiggling them. She let out a laugh as she realized how much she liked the look of it.
"Oh!" She said as she realized the time.
Sara sauntered into the living room and shut the TV off. She kicked her heels off and laid on her back on the rug. Eric remained seated on the couch and watched as his mother's nylon covered feet touched his. She caressed his calf with the soles of her feet, working her way up to his thigh. Getting her way under his shorts she gently flicked his balls with her big toe. She grabbed his cock and balls with her feet and began to stroke them. She could feel his balls tense up and his cock harden.
"Mmmm Master, it's so hot to have my feet on your dick." She said.
Eric just ran his hands along his mother's legs.
Sara trapped his dick on the top of one foot, and held in place by the other. Slowly, she made circles on his erect penis, while staring at him and smiling.
"Oh fuck yes." Eric moaned.
He stood up and yanked his shorts off. Positioned his mother's soles so the were facing each other, leaving only a small hole in which he thrust his dick into.
Eric thrust his prick between his mother's nylon clad feet. Varying the speed and caressing them while doing so. He tried to get as much of his dick to touch her feet so he slid up lengthwise, beginning at her heel and stopping when his head touched the tip of her toes.
Sara ran her toes over his balls. He exhaled with a sigh of air and brought one foot to his nose when he inhaled. She trailed it back down his body, first stopping at each of his nipples, to the tip of his dick and allowed the material of her stockings to absorb the precum that had formed. She then took her toe to her mouth and sucked the precum out. She spied Eric's toes curling and got to her knees, and winked up at him. She bent over to fetch her shoes and exposed her backside to her son.
Back to her office with a click clack of her heels on the hardwood floor. Sara Sat in her chair and felt a squish between her legs, she rolled her eyes, almost annoyed with how aroused she was.
"Fuck it." She said in regards to cleaning it.
Eric had the same mindset, he didn't care where his shorts were and cared even less to find them.
Back to clock checking till five for the both of them. It wasn't going to be a long session anyway, they were both going to explode as soon as they touched each other.
As soon as the second hand struck 5 Sara made her way into the living room. She stood in front of her son and carefully took each heel off. Next she undid the stockings from the garter and rolled them off her legs. Finally she took off the lingerie by pulling it over her head. She tossed it onto the pile she had made.
Eric looked over his mother's body, his eyes darted around, having trouble staying fixated on one part, as they were all perfect.
Once again Sara sauntered over to her Master and straddled him. The shaft of his prick lay between her labia, she grinded against it, lubing it up. She didn't have to grab his dick, she leaned forward and it slid right it. They both sucked their teeth in pleasure, pausing to enjoy the feeling they have been teasing at all day.
"Shit. Mom. You feel so good."
Sara slowly rocked back and forth. She felt her son's dick fill her, she took all of it and wrapped her arms around his neck. Forcing her tits into his face. Eric trusted his hips in time with his mother's and grabbed her by the waist.
She picked up the pace, but before she could get to full speed she was pushed on her back. Her legs spread as wide as she could on the couch beckoned her son between them. He grabbed his dick and positioned it at the entrance to her cunt.
"I'm gonna fuck your dirty little cunt mom, then I'm going to cum in it." He said "You want that?"
"Yes Master, fuck your mother's slutty pussy with your cock, then fill it with your jizz." She screamed.
The head of his dick pushed into his mother. Again they both gasped. This time though, they didn't wait to enjoy it, Eric pounded his mother's cunt from the start, grunting and swearing. His toes curled as he tried to fight off his orgasm, but it was useless. His mother's pussy was too wet, too hot and too tight.
"FUCK!" He shouted "I'm gonna cum."
"Do it Master." Sara yelled "Mommy's pussy needs her son's cum."
What seemed like a gallon of cum flowed from his dick, it felt like it was all at once. Each stream felt like it was a quart more than the last, and shot out with the strength of a fire hose. Sara could confirm this as she felt each spurt hit her cervix.
"Oh Shi..." Sara was cut off by her own body. Spasming, contracting and contorting. Her pussy clenched down on her son's prick, now buried deep in her, pulling out any remaining cum. Her legs wrapped around his waist and squeezed tight.
Eric collapsed on top of his mother, desperately trying to catch his breath.
"I love you baby, so freaking much" Eric said sweetly in Sara's ear.
Sara embraced Eric "Oh sweetie, I love you too! So much!"
As Eric started to get up he could see his cum drooling out of his mother. It had already started to come out as they embraced, there was a rather large puddle below them, and still more inside her. Once he was fully withdrawn from her she quickly wrapped her hand over her pussy. Eric gave her a quizzical look.
"I like the feeling of it in me." She smiled timidly.
Eric said nothing, but scooped her up in his arms and walked her to the bathroom. All while smiling proudly.
They both got in the shower, and as soon as she relaxed a large volume of cum made a splat sound as it hit the shower floor. Both Eric and Sara let out uncontrollable laughter.
As soon as they dried off they made their way back to the couch and laid there naked.
"Thank you so much baby, it's like you knew exactly what I wanted. This weekend was amazing!" She said with her head on his chest.
Eric told Sara all about his hard work that went into this weekend, not sparing any detail. He told her about when he fell asleep next to her he dreamed of her being his sub, how horny it made him. And how much he looked forward to when they would role play like that again.
"So what's next?" She looked up at him with a mischievous grin.
"Who knows with us." He laughed.
Our incestuous couple fell asleep in a lovers embrace, proving once again that love really knows no bounds.
Barely 24 hours had passed before Sara and Eric were in each other's arms again. Not a moment after she was through the door she kicked off her heels and leapt into Eric's waiting lap.
Eric was laying on the couch in just his boxer shorts, watching the video he took over the weekend. He finished editing it during the day and had planned the viewing for when his mother got home.
"Ooofff..." He huffed when Sara's weight crashed on him.
"Oh, sorry baby." She said in a sweet voice, while kissing him hello.
"I've got your first performance all queued up." Eric hit play on the remote.
To Sara's surprise it wasn't the first sex scene, it was a slide show of the texts they sent on Friday while she was at work. Along with the two pictures she sent him.
"Mmmm I almost forgot about that." Sara said. She had her hand down her son's shorts slowly tugging on his dick.
It didn't escape his notice that she was rubbing her nylon clad legs and feet on his, further exciting him. He had his left hand cupping her left butt cheek and gave it a squeeze. Her skirt was already short, but the action of leaping over the back of the couch onto her son hiked it up to the point where it bunched completely around her ass.
"God! You have such a beautiful pussy." His remarks were directed towards the screen and the fervor with which she fucked herself with her toy.
"Mmmm, I love the next scene." She said.
Sara got down on her knees and swung Eric's legs around so she was between them. Wasting no time, as the scene had already started, she swallowed her son's cock. Pressing her nose against his pubic bone. Her fingers raced to her panties and she moved the pink mesh to the side and flicked her clit from side to side.
"Mmm, shit that feels good." Eric said while watching his mother blow him on tv and in real life.
She looked up into his eyes while she shoved two fingers in her cunt. Slowly she moved her head up and down on Eric's dick.
"Jesus mom! Do you want me to cum before the end of the movie?"
She removed his dick from her mouth to speak. "Oh fine, you take the fun out of everything." She winked at him and laid on his chest. She positioned herself in such a way that his dick was resting against her labia.
"Mmm..." Eric bit his lip "...that sexy school girl outfit looks so hot on you."
"You're such a pervert, making your mommy dress up like that..." She rubbed her pussy along the length of his shaft. "...I love it."
She could see that he was enjoying the treatment, his eyes had rolled to the back of his head.
"What other sexy outfits would you like to see me in?" She didn't stop rubbing her wet pussy along his hard shaft, and now his head was dangerously close to penetrating her.
"Oh you know..." He was now matching her slow rhythm and his hands returned to her butt. "...sexy nurse, sexy teacher, sexy librarian, sexy secretary, sexy cop, sexy housewife."
Sara reached back and with her index finger guided the head of her sons dick into her wet pussy and was able to slide all the way down on it. They both sucked in a breath of air and reveled in the beautiful taboo sensation.
"Shit mom, you're so wet." He didn't bother moving as the wet furnace, that is his mothers pussy, around his cock felt amazing by itself.
"And you're so hard." Moving her attention to what was on screen. "I loved how rough you were with me during this scene."
Sara could feel Eric's erection throbbing inside her, so she wiggled down on it even more. All he could manage was groan at the sensation of being even deeper in his mother.
"I can't take it any more, I have to fuck you!" He exclaimed.
Eric stood up and Sara instinctually laid on her back with her legs spread, awaiting her son to enter her.
"You dirty boy, you're gonna fuck your momma?" She said as innocently as possible, batting her eyelashes at him.
Eric put his hand around her throat and tightened his grip, making his arm muscle bulge. Just seeing that Sara got even more aroused, she grabbed the back of her knees and pulled them up to her chin. With his free hand he positioned his prick at her dripping wet pussy.
Just as the head of his dick was inside her he decided to look up. What he noticed was beyond arousing. He saw that she was still in her work clothes. It wasn't just the stockings that turned him on, or the tiny pink panties pulled to the side, or her skirt that was in a bunch around her waist, not the fact that she didn't bother to remove her blouse. It was all of it, but because instead of changing first she leapt into his arms. While noticing all of this he failed to notice that he had already began fucking her.
"Yes baby, give it to me." She moaned.
Eric's thrusts were punctuated by the sound of their flesh slapping together. He changed from grabbing her by the throat to cradling the back of her neck. This allowed him to pull her into him as he thrust into her.
"Fuck yes baby, fuck me harder." She begged.
Eric's dick, covered in his mother's juices, glistened by the light from the TV. Shouts and screams filled the air from both parties and from both film and real life. With each thrust he tried to bury himself deeper into her than before.
Sara released the grip on her legs and allowed them to return to a more natural position. In doing so she was treated to the sight of her son's body covered in sweat, she watched as a bead ran from his neck and traveled down the valley between his abs. Just as it was about to fall into his belly button it dripped perfectly onto her clit.
"Oh Jesus, Fuck Yes! I'm gonna cum." Sara shouted.
Eric ran his hands up to her hair, he took hold and pulled. Her head forced back and on the verge of orgasm, her hands dug into the pillows on the couch. The soles of her feet were on Eric's ass adding only slightly more force to each thrust.
"Cum on my dick you slut." He commanded.
"Yes, yes. More." She cried out for more dirty talk.
"Cum on your son's dick you filthy whore."
"Yes! Please, more!" Her hands found his waist, and slipped from all the sweat.
Eric clenched even harder on her hair. "You love having your cunt pounded by your son, don't you!"
"Yes! Yes I do! I love it!" Sara's body twisted and contorted under the influence of ecstasy. Meanwhile Eric held her down at the hips and continued his assault in search of his own orgasm. The search wasn't a long one.
"Oh Fuck." He groaned.
Sara knew Eric was close. "Don't pull out baby."
Eric melted into Sara's embrace, he cried soft grunts into her ear while he filled her with his seed. "That's it baby." She cooed while stroking his hair.
Regaining his breath he pushed himself up on his elbows.
"Looks like we're going to have to finish that movie later." Sara said with a smile.
Eric withdrew himself from Sara, and she quickly cupped her hands over her pussy to prevent the cum from leaking out.
While she trotted off to the bathroom to clean up, Eric gathered up her heels and his shorts. He heated up some pasta sauce and made pasta and set the table. While waiting for the pasta to cook he figured it would be better to be at the table fully dressed than in just his boxers.
As he was walking into the bedroom Sara was walking out of the bathroom.
"Hey there beautiful." He gave her bottom a playful slap.
After they were both dressed they plated the pasta and sat down to a lovely family meal.
"So what are you going to do while you're off for winter break?" Sara inquired of her son.
"Probably lounge around the house all day." He smirked back at her.
"I was thinking we could go on vacation?"
"Well yea, that would be nice, where did you have in mind?"
"I was thinking maybe Christmas in Paris? I have tons of vacation time saved up and they're always pushing me to take time. And I've always wanted to see Paris."
"Well I'm sold..." Eric threw up his hands in celebration. "...Paris it is!"
In the weeks that led up to their departure bags were packed, then unpacked. A list was made, and the bags were packed according to the list. The tsa website was checked and the bags were unpacked because the toiletry bag violated almost every liquid rule. Sara had gotten the approval for her vacation. Eric took on a few extra shifts at work to have some spending money while abroad. The two were on autopilot, going through their days just to get them out of the way.
Then, while laying in bed, just a few days before they were due to depart, Eric said. "In a couple of days I'll be able to kiss you in public, hold your hand. We can be a normal couple."
Sara smiled a big smile, kissed him and snuggled close. They quickly drifted off to sleep with dreams of an amazing vacation as a couple.
The next morning, while getting ready for work. "You need a tux."
"A tux? For what?" He said.
"We're going to the most romantic city in the world, you better believe we're going out to eat somewhere classy!"
"Oh, I just thought we were going to fuck the whole time."
"Smartass." She retorted. "I mean we are, but you're still a smartass."
The next day, after his classes were over, Eric headed to the mall to purchase a tux. There was a men's store located there, but as Eric had spent little to no time in the mall he had no idea where it was. Checking the map of the mall that was placed just after the entrance he found it and noticed it was at the opposite end.
"Hey mom. at the mall looking for a tux.
4:58pm"
While making his way towards the men's store he passed all manner of other types of stores. He counted five different perfume shops, seven women's shoe shops. Three different stores for undergarments, and two that were the same company. He also noted three candle shops and wondered how many different types of candles are there.
The food court was almost a detour as the smells coming from them were enticing. Several burger joints, just as many Asian cuisine places, a hand full of sandwich shops and even a vegetarian one. Now wasn't the time for food, he could get that after, he continued on through the maze of stalls, stores and people till he got to the entrance of the men's store.
Eric checked his phone for a reply from his mother.
"Sara: Okay. Actually I'm on my way. Be there in 25mins."
5:12pm"
"Sara: Oh, and check this out.
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5:13pm"
Eric's eyes grew wide. What he saw was an upskirt picture. He could make out her stocking tops and could see as clear as day she wasn't wearing any panties. And if he wasn't mistaken he could see a glint of the jeweled butt plug.
"Sweet baby Jesus that's hot!
5:20pm"
She should be here shortly, he thought. He wandered around, touching the material of the different suits, not knowing exactly what he needed.
"Hello sir, can I help you find anything?" A man in a nice steel grey suit asked.
"Yes, umm, I'm looking for a tux." Eric said kind of nervously.
"Okay, well do you know your measurements?"
"No." He replied timidly.
"Not a problem, step back here and we'll get you measured."
While standing with his arms out and a strange man pulling a tape measure all around him Eric spotted his mother walking towards him.
"Hi there, how goes it." She said while looking at the salesmen measure up her son.
"Hi mom." Eric replied somewhat embarrassed.
"So, what's the occasion for the tux?" The salesman asked.
"He's got a hot date." Sara tried but couldn't contain her smile.
"She must be a special lady to get this dressed up." The salesman looked up at Eric.
"Yea. Heh. She's pretty special." Eric said, now blushing.
"So I take it mom approves of her?" The salesman looked at Sara through the mirror behind Eric.
"Oh yes, mom approves." The salesmen noticed that Sara bit the corner of her lip and raised her eyebrow devilishly at Eric.
"So what kind of tux were you thinking?" The salesman asked.
"Something traditional, I guess." Eric said as he shrugged his shoulders.
The salesmen laughed. "Okay, how about I bring a few things over and you try them on and see what you like?"
"I think that's a perfect idea." Sara replied.
In no time the salesman returned with three different options to pick from. "Here, take these into the dressing room and try them on." He handed them to Eric and pointed them towards the dressing rooms.
Before Eric even had his pants off Sara slid through the curtain.
"Need some help?" She whispered.
"Huh...wha!?...what are you doing in here?"
"I came to give my man a little help." She whispered again, reaching down his boxers.
Eric tried to fight her off. "Stop that." As he lightly slapped her hand away.
Sara pouted. " Oh so you can fuck me in private but not in public?"
Eric looked at her face and gave in without saying a word.
Sara smiled and bent at the knees pulling his dick out through the hole in his boxers. Quickly she shoved it into her mouth, it wasn't fully hard but she would make sure to change that.
"Oh yes." Eric mouthed the words as he put his hand on the back of his mother's head.
He marveled with the way her head bobbed back and forth. And how wet she was able to make it without making too much noise.
She clutched his balls and jerked the head of his dick with her free hand.
"Oh yes." He mouthed again.
He watched as she rubbed his dick on her outstretched tongue, still while fondling his balls and jerking the base of his dick.
Without a word she rose up, ass first, spun around and stuck her ass out towards Eric. Putting her hands on either wall for support and spreading her legs as wide as the walls. Eric approached her, lifted her skirt (which confirmed that she indeed had the butt plug in), and slid easily into her. Already wet from wearing the butt plug nearly all day and blowing her son in a dressing room that only had a curtain for a door.
"Damn baby, you're so wet." He whispered in her ear.
Sara didn't respond, she just pressed harder against the cubicle wall and dipped her back lower. Eric didn't bother to wait for a reply either, he kept thrusting into her, slowly. With his hands on her hips he watched as his dick disappeared in his mother's wet cunt. He tugged gently on the plug and watched as her anus stretched around it, Sara turned her head around and bit her lip seductively at him.
"Hows everything going in there?" The salesman asked.
Both Sara and Eric froze in terror.
"Pretty good, I'm just trying on the last one." Eric said
"Okay, let me know if I can get you anything."
As soon as he left the two picked up where they left off, it wasn't difficult because they only just stopped moving. Eric resumed sliding his prick into his mother, watching as it glistened in the fluorescent lighting. He squeezed her ass together and pulled it apart, he desperately wanted to slap it. Meanwhile Sara was pushing back against him with each thrust, there was a slight sound of flesh slapping together. Eric had to grab her by the waist to control her motion. Without warning Sara stood up, turned around and returned to her knees. She carefully grabbed Eric's dick and licked her juices off of every inch.
She whispered "What do you want Master?"
Eric raised an eyebrow.
"I'll do whatever you want Master." Again, whispered.
Eric got her up and moved her to the small bench that was in the room, spread her legs and handed her his phone.
"Record yourself being a dirty whore."
Sara positioned the phone against the wall on the bench and set the camera to front facing. She hit record and fingered herself while her son tried on the tuxes. First she started by drawing light circles over her clit. She glanced over at her son and noticed that he was having difficulty stuffing his dick into his boxers. Sara was now leaving a rather large puddle of her wetness on the bench, and the circles on her clit turned into three fingers rubbing furiously. Eric motioned for her to put her fingers inside her. She grabbed the phone and spun around, putting her feet on the floor. Just as she was about to plunge her already wet fingers into her cunt she saw Eric approach her, grab her by the ankles and lift and spread her legs.
"Keep them up." He said.
"Yes Master."
Sara had her legs spread as wide and as high as she could, while having her fingers buried in her pussy. She aimed the camera from her point of view, so she could capture her son in the shot while she fucked herself with her fingers. They got just as wet as her sons dick did, and she thrust in just like he did. Each time she could hear her wetness, she also noticed the bulge in her son's pants and at times he would grab it and give it a tug.
Eric took the phone from her and got on his knees mere inches from the action.
"Now cum." He commanded.
Sara's head went back and she concentrated on fucking herself. No longer having to worry about keeping everything in frame she used her free hand to go back to her clit. Eric licked them so they wouldn't be dry, and not seconds after, she was ready to cum.
"May I cum master?" She said in a barely audible voice.
He just nodded and she let nature happen. Her fingers swiped quickly over her clit, her other two fingers dug in deep and curled to find her G-spot. As soon as they hit it she flicked it back and forth with the same speed she was using on her clit.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." She mouthed the words "...yes, yes, yes."
Sara's knees clamped in preventing her from moving her fingers over her clit, but Eric was able to spread them back just by touching them. Trembling, she spread her legs and removed her hands from her pussy, it was still pulsing and Eric was still recording.
Eric chose a tux and brought it out, finding the salesman who helped him.
"How quickly can I have this altered?" He asked.
"Well, for a price we can have it finished by Friday afternoon."
Sara chimed in behind Eric. "Thank you, we'll take it." Looking slightly frazzled.
The salesman wrote them up, included the price of expedited tailoring. Sara paid and they were both on their way out the store.
With each step she regained more of her composure. She had straightened her skirt out and smoothed out whatever hair was out of place.
As they were close to the exit Sara noticed the store she went in to when she indulged in Eric's fetish.
"Hey, I want to pop in here real quick." She said while making her way into the store.
Eric was conflicted, on one hand he wanted to go in with her and see what she was buying. On the other it would look weird, a son going into a lingerie store with his mother, even more, being interested in what she was getting. He decided he would have to take this loss for the team, and found a bench outside of the store. As a consolation the bench offered an excellent view into the store.
He saw Sara move about the store, looking at some panties and other bits of lingerie. The saleswoman who approached her was, admittedly, strikingly beautiful. He couldn't figure out where she was from just by her looks, and wasn't close enough to hear her speak. She was tall, and had the blackest hair he had ever seen, although it could have been because she was the fairest skinned person he'd ever seen. What he saw next amazed him, his mother became flustered talking to the woman. She nervously played with her own hair, and avoided eye contact.
After some time of this school girl behavior she picked a few things paid and left the store.
"What'd you get?"
"Oh just a few pairs of panties."
"What about her phone number, did you get that?" He said with a wicked grin.
"What! Huh?! I don't even...I went in there to get...Oh I'm not even like that! I mean I'm not into her, or that. I mean women. I'm not into them."
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks."
Sara glared at him for a second, but knew the truth. If she had to admit it, if just to herself, she was slightly curious. Not that the sex was bad with her son, just the opposite, it was phenomenal. But there was a part of her that wondered what it was like.
The whole ride home she thought about it, about what it would be like. Could she share something like this with Eric? She shared all her other fantasies with him, couldn't hurt to at least have the discussion right?
Sara had pulled her car into the driveway and just sat there. Staring at the garage door, more staring into and through the space that the garage occupied. The knock on her window startled her.
"You coming in or what?" He said.
Sara got out of the car and made her way to their bedroom to change. She seemed to be in a trance, but was preoccupied by the events at the mall. Before she knew it she was finished with dinner.
"Did you even taste it?" Eric said in a sarcastic tone.
"Huh? Oh yes, it was delicious sweetie, thank you." She got up to put her dish in the sink.
"Hey..." He grabbed her arm and sat her back down. "...something is clearly on your mind. What's up?"
"Oh nothing, last minute work stuff to handle before we take off." She was lying, but she didn't feel like she could bring up the topic so soon after it happened. She was more embarrassed than anything else.
"Okay." He watched her suspiciously. "I'll take care of the dishes."
Sara spent the rest of the night in the office, and any time Eric would even make a move towards her direction she would minimize the window she was in and bring up a different one.
"I'm going to bed babe, I'll see you in the morning." Knowing something was bothering her he didn't wait for a response, he just made his way off to bed.
Sara didn't make it to bed till almost one thirty. Sleep wasn't easy for either of them, they didn't cuddle to fall asleep like they normally did. They both tossed and turned, not able to get any amount of rest.
Finally, at around five in the morning Sara spoke. "Baby, are you awake?"
"Hmmm? Yea babe, what's up?" He said in a groggy voice.
"Can I ask you something?"
Eric groaned. "Sure babe, ask away."
"Well, you know what happened today at the mall?"
"Mmmhmm." He said with his eyes closed.
"It got me thinking..."
He interrupted her "...listen, I'm sorry I got on your case about that."
"Well, thank you, but I wasn't looking for an apology."
Eric's eyebrow raised, opening one eye.
"My reaction was silly. After all we've shared, and all we've admitted to each other. I should have been able to tell you that I am slightly curious about what it's like." Sara was staring at the ceiling while talking. She had the sheet up to her chin and her sweaty palms gripped it tightly.
"So what are you telling me? You want to lez out with the lingerie lady?" There was a subtle tone of bitterness in his voice at the thought of sharing his woman.
"No. Baby, not at all. Anything! If anything is even done, I want it to be with you."
"I've got to say, I'm not wild about the idea, but if you want to try it we can."
"Eric, baby..." She rolled over so that she was in the crook of his arm. "...I'm not even sure I want to, I was just saying that I was curious about it."
"Okay babe." He pulled her in close.
"I love you." She squeezed him and laid her head on his chest.
"Love you too."
The next morning very little was said. They were both very tired, and rather anxious. Sara got ready for work as normal, and Eric got ready for class.
"I'm off, I'll see you tonight." She said as she kissed him on his head.
"Mmmhumph." He said with a mouth full of cereal.
"Oh, I'll pick your tux up after work. Love you baby." She closed the door and was off.
Eric sat at the table and went over in his head what happened last night. He realized that he was a bit selfish and insensitive. The woman he loves opened up to him about something she was clearly embarrassed about.
As the day wore on, slowly, he lamented more and more over his response. "I've got to make this right." He thought to himself.
After his classes were done he rushed straight off to a florist. Told them he needed something that says I'm sorry and I love you. The florist had just the thing in mind and would take about a half hour to assemble. While that was being done Eric went to a pharmacy to find a card.
He decided not to do the typical grab any card off the shelf and go tactic. He was going for a blank on the inside so he could properly express his own sentiments. Eric found the right card, made his way back to the florist, paid and went home.
Dearest Sara,
I never meant to embarrass you, the last thing I ever want to do is betray the trust we have. As long as we are exploring together, side by side, I feel confident nothing can phase us.
I love you more today than I did yesterday, and I'll love you more tomorrow than I do today.
With all my love,
Eric
Sara arrived home to a scented candle lit, Eric rushed to greet her.
"Hey, I got your..." she trailed off as she looked around at the dim light and inhaled the subtle scent of the clean linen candle.
Eric took his tux from her and kissed her. "Thank you baby. I've drawn you a bath, why don't you go in and relax."
Sara walked back to the bathroom, it was lit with votive candles. The bubbles in the bath were lavender, and as she tested the temperature of the water with her hand, she could feel the fizzing of the bath salts. Sara disrobed and gingerly got in the tub.
Not long after, Eric walked into the bathroom carrying a tray. On it was a glass of wine and the card. He kissed her on the forehead, told her to take her time, and closed the door behind him, taking her clothes and leaving her a warmed robe.
Sara took a sip of wine, laid it on the side of the tub and opened the card. She shed a single tear and smiled at how loved she felt.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Eric was plating their favorite Greek food from a place they both loved that he picked up prior to getting home.
Eric had just set the flowers on the table when Sara walked out. Looking relaxed and holding her glass of wine.
"Eric baby..." she set her wine glass down. "...that was such a sweet thing of you to say." She cradled his face in her hands and kissed him.
"I'm sorry mom, I never meant to make you feel..."
"Shhhhh, baby." She interrupted him. "Everything is okay."
They both sat down to dinner, making pleasant small talk about their day.
"I forgot to tell you, the name of the hotel we're staying in. Hotel Duquesne Eiffel, the room I booked looks out onto the Eiffel tower, from the bed." She smiled mischievously.
"Wow, mom, that sounds expensive."
"Well it wasn't cheap, but I think it's worth it."
Sleep came surprisingly easy to the two, and the alarm was going off before they knew it.
The journey through customs and immigration as well as the flight was typical of airline travel. The food was mediocre, the entertainment was terrible, and the other passengers were either sick or annoying.
After getting through customs and retrieving their bags Sara hailed a cab, gave the driver the address and before they knew it they were in front of their hotel. Eric looked up and whistled.
"This is a mighty nice place Sara."
Sara approached the counter to check in.
"Bonjour, vous avez une réservation?" The man behind the counter asked.
"Uhhh, oui." Sara said.
"Ah, you don't speak French?" The man said in a very thick French accent.
"No, sorry."
"It is okay, lucky for you I speak English." He said cheerfully. Both Sara and Eric smiled. "And who is the reservation under?"
"Winters."
In no time they were checked into their room and were escorted to it. Sara tipped the man, closed the door and lunged towards Eric.
"Whoa baby!" He said as they both fell onto the bed.
"I want you!" She said between each time she kissed a part of his body.
"I want you too baby, but I'm stinky and smell like an airplane."
"I don't care." She said while lifting his shirt off.
"Lets take this to the shower." As he said that he scooped her up and whisked her away.
The water wasn't even hot before the two were naked and making out under it. Sara reached behind her to adjust the temperature. They winced when it was too hot, yelped when it was too cold, but continued making out when it was perfect.
Sara's hand found Eric's fully grown member, she squeezed and jerked it. Watching as the water cascaded off of it, falling in between them.
"I want this inside me."
He spun her around and pulled her arms around her back and held them there. Bound by her wrists he pushed on them forcing her tits to press against the glass.
Eric pressed his weight, and dick, against her. It slid up, between the cheeks of her ass.
"FUCK ME!" She said while bracing herself as best she could.
Eric pressed the head of his prick on the lips of Sara's pussy. She wasted no time and pushed back until her son's dick was deep inside her.
"AAAHHHH!" They both screamed in unison, from a slight bit of pain but a whole lot of pleasure.
The water hit them both on the side and sprinkled out when their bodies came together.
"Fuck mommy's pussy!" Sara had her head turned to the side with her tits still pressed against the glass.
All Eric could muster was a grunt, he had his eyes trained on watching his prick slide in and out of his mother's slippery cunt. He released his grip on her hands and clutched her waist.
"Yes baby. Nice and hard. Mommy needs it hard." Her voice dripped with desire and she tossed her hair back.
Eric obliged and pulled her onto him as he thrust into her.
"How does it feel baby? Tell momma what it's like."
Eric slowed his pace and rested one hand on her ass. "It's so good, I'm so hard, and you're so wet."
"Tell me more baby, be dirty."
"Your cunt is on fire mom."
"Just for you baby. Don't stop, keep talking." Sara matched Eric's slow rhythm.
"I love that my mother is my slut..."
"...YES!" She shouted, slowly increasing the pace.
"I love feeling the parts of you no son should. That your pussy is mine and is always dripping wet. Waiting to be filled by my cock."
"It's all yours." Sara mumbled, resting her head on the glass with her eyes closed.
"You're my plaything. My toy. My whore." Eric emphasized the whore part.
"I am! All yours." Sara's knees were now trembling.
"Cum for me you fucking slut!" By this point Eric had resumed his pace from before.
Sara's knees buckled and she collapsed to the floor of the shower, moaning and whimpering loudly while her cunt squirted it's warm clear fluid.
"Youre not done yet, slut."
"Yes Master." She looked up at him and saw him jerking off just inches from her face. She moved forward with her mouth open to taste him.
He stopped her with his hand in her hair, he clutched tight. Her natural response was to sit there with her mouth open. Eric's natural response was to put his balls in her mouth while he jerked off in her face.
"You dirty little whore, I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face." Just as he said that he pulled his balls from her mouth and shoved his cock right down it. Until he felt his dick bend slightly.
Sara gagged in response but quickly adjusted to having his cock forced down her throat. After just a few thrusts Eric pulled out, held her head still and resumed jerking off in her face.
"Mmmmm give it to me Master." She stuck her tongue out, waiting to taste her son's cum.
With a great grunt Eric fired three thick ropes of his jizz right onto his mother's face, then pushed his cock back into her mouth so she could swallow the remaining still flowing from him.
After they took a proper shower, which still consisted of touching, pinching, poking and prodding the sensitive bits of each other's bodies, they dried off and threw on one of the robes that were provided. Next they stood in front of the double French doors, opened them and walked out to the small balcony. What they saw was why Paris is called 'The City of Lights'.
"Wow! This IS romantic." Eric said while pulling Sara in even closer to him.
She looked up at him and smiled.
"I can't wait to fuck you on this balcony looking at the Eiffel tower."
"Well what's stopping you big boy." She winked and her hand disappeared under his robe.
"For starters, I think I'm hungry. I also think I'm tired. Although I'm not sure of either. What time is it? What day is it!?"
Sara laughed and hugged him. "A little jet lagged are we?" She laughed again. "It's about two in the morning, and it's Sunday."
Eric tried to comprehend how they had lost a day. Sara could see the wheels in his head turning, and it wasn't that he didn't understand, it's that his jetlagged brain was running on fumes. He fell into bed and passed out seconds after his head hit the pillow. He woke to the sound of utensils on a plate and Sara at the foot of the bed eating while staring out at the Eiffel tower.
"What time is it, did I lose another day?" He said while rubbing his face.
"No silly, it's noon-ish, same day." She turned around. "Want some?" She stuck out a fork with fresh fruit. Eric opened and chewed it without knowing exactly what it was.
"Mmm, delicious." He scrambled to the end of the bed to find that he had his own bowl of fruit. He inhaled it and licked his fingers. "So, what's the plan for today?"
Sara had a map in front of her and she had highlighted some areas of interest. "Well I thought we could check out the Champs-Élysées first."
"Okay. What's the shawms a-lezay?"
Sara laughed at how badly he pronounced it. "No baby..." She pointed to the spelling of it on the map "...Champs-Élysées. And it's a very famous street..." She went on to describe why it's famous and what it means until Eric had a glazed over look on his face. "...It's got high end stores."
"Oh. Well you should have said that. Any shops I'd like?"
"Oh I can think of one or two." She said, quite flirtatiously.
Eric and Sara both got ready and made their way to the street. They looked up the street, then down, then back at each other.
"We'll fearless leader, this was your idea, you've got the lead." Eric said in a joking tone.
Sara playfully slapped him on his abs then pulled out her phone and pulled up the map app. She was still in range of the hotels Wi-Fi so she found directions. "There's a metro station near by, just a few blocks in that direction." She pointed up the street and they were on their way.
While walking to the metro the sudden realization that they were no longer in their home town hit them. Eric's hand found Sara's just as she was reaching for his, walking down the street smiling like goons.
While seated on the subway car Eric put his arm around Sara, she nuzzled in close and squeezed his hand. He kissed her on the forehead and whispered in her ear.
When they emerged from the metro their heads tilted skywords. The Arc de Triomphe towered above them. The cold December wind blew right through it, Eric pulled Sara close while they marveled at it.
Sara gently pushed him in one direction, towards the stores she wanted to check out. While walking they looked like total tourists, but there were plenty of others there too so they mixed in pretty well. They didn't care either, because here they were anonymous. No one knew their secret so they could steal kisses from each other, hold hands, even get in a quick ass grab.
They poked their heads in a few stores, just browsing. Sara had noticed a store down the way that was of interest to her. It was a lingerie store that would put many others to shame. As they walked in they were stunned by the sheer amount they had. And not cheap stuff either, all the material was quality, the workmanship was top notch and it had the price tag to match.
"I feel like such a perv going into places like this." He said.
Sara leaned over and whispered. "You are a perv, you're going to fuck your mother in something from here."
She stood in front of a mannequin wearing an interesting corset. It was white, at least the mesh was, and a lot of it was mesh. All the floral lace, and stitching was black, along with the garter straps. It was almost entirely see through, and the only thing that made it a corset was the the boning that made it ridged.
"Bonjour, puis-je vous aider?" An attractive saleswoman asked.
"Bonjour. Umm, parlez-vous anglais?" Sara replied, slightly red in the face.
"Ah, oui. I mean yes. How can I help you?" Her Parisian accent still shining through.
"Well I really like this corset, but I'm not sure what color stockings to get with it. Do you have anything with back seams?"
"Oh yes certainly, please follow me."
Sara seemed to be in a trance from this woman, the way she spoke, her accent and the way she was dressed. Eric was looking over her while his mother was like a schoolgirl around her. The woman was attractive, not very tall, but with the heels she was wearing she was a little taller than Sara. She was wearing some form of nylons, but he couldn't tell as the black skirt wasn't tight enough to make out anything. While she wasn't busty, the dark red button up shirt was just a few buttons shy from being completely open. And whatever she was using to push her tits up and together gave her fantastic cleavage. Her hair was short, jaw length, jet black, cut at an angle and seemed to purposely cover half her face. Her skin was white, and remarkably blemish free.
"What do you think hun?" Sara said to him.
"Very nice, you should get them." Eric had been paying more attention to the saleswoman.
"Perhaps you should try it on, see if your boyfriend likes it." This comment made them both smile.
Sara walked towards the dressing rooms, she looked over her shoulder and saw Eric talking to the saleswoman.
After a few minutes Sara poked her head from behind the curtain. "Baby, come see!" Eric excused himself from the conversation he was having with the saleswoman.
As he walked past the curtain a devilish grin grew on his face.
"Whatd'ya think?"
"I think..." Eric pulled her in and ran his hands all over. "...that this is sexy as hell!"
Sara giggled playfully. "Do you think I should get the panties to match?"
"Certainly not."
"Okay." She kissed him and their tongues danced across each other's. She could feel his erection through his jeans. "Mmmm I can't wait to have that in me." She thrust her hips to bump his. "Maybe just a taste?"
Sara dropped to her knees and practically tore Eric's belt off. She unzipped his pants and grabbed his throbbing erection from it's cloth prison. She took his dick into her mouth, aggressively, as though she had fought hard for it.
"Shit Sara, fuck that's good."
Sara took her son's prick from her mouth. "Call me mommy."
"Yes mommy." Eric grabbed the back of her head and forcefully made her swallow his prick. He flexed it while it was in the back of her throat. She gagged and tried to pull away, but Eric had a tight grip on her head. "I love having my dick in your throat mom, but now I'm gonna fuck your face." Slowly he pulled out until just the head of his dick was between her lips. He could feel her tongue bathing it, and every time she flicked the underside he flinched in pleasure. With a steady rhythm he slid his dick in and out of Sara's mouth, she readily accepted it, letting her tongue lavish her son's cock.
They had been in the changing room for quite some time, much longer than it takes to try something on. That didn't bother them though, he had his mother on her knees and his dick in her mouth. She was dressed especially sexy, and had done it for him.
"Excuse me. Is everything okay in there. Do you need help with anything else?" The saleswoman was now standing just beyond the curtain.Eric vacated his dick from Sara's mouth. She cleared her throat and spoke. "Oh no, just fine." They giggled as this was the second time this happened.
Sara changed, paid and they were back on their way window shopping. They past store after store, stopping in some, just pointing out cool and interesting things they saw. As time past the amount of bags they had grew, deciding that is was becoming a burden to carry them all they went back to the hotel to drop them off. In the elevator both their stomachs growled, rather loudly.
"I could go for some food, how 'bout you?"
Sara nodded her head in agreement. They placed the bags in the room and went to the front desk to inquire if there was a small cafe in the area. The man thought for a second and gave them directions to one within walking distance. They found the place and took a seat at one of the outdoor tables. A waiter came by, and took their orders. Although Eric had some trouble with the menu, but the waiter understood most of what he said. They spent a considerable amount of time sitting and chatting about things they would normally. Before they knew it, it was dinner time.
"Well seeing that we're still here, wanna just order?" Sara asked Eric.
"May as well."
They were given a menu each and some time to make their decision. After countless questions like 'What does this mean?' Eric decided on what is basically beef stew, called Boeuf Bourguignonne (Authors note: if you haven't tried this, do. It's amazing). Sara's choice was Poulet Grille au Gingembre, which is grilled ginger chicken, and included a side of wild mushroom risotto. Eric and Sara, again, spent almost all of the night sitting and talking, enjoying the freedom of being out in public. When the bill came it was rather hefty, but they did spend almost half the day at the one cafe, they even became somewhat friendly with their waiter.
They both knew what was waiting for them back at the hotel, hot and dirty incestual sex, but they were in no rush to get back there. For once, they got to enjoy what it's like to be a normal couple, and they weren't going to rush anything. They only had a week in the romantic city of lights and they weren't going to spoil it. Ultimately, of course, desire got the best of them and now being able to make out in public only increased the desire for each other. Without rushing, but not dawdling, they made their way back to the hotel. Once in the elevator Eric grabbed Sara, he pulled her in close and stared deep into her eyes.
"I love you baby..." He said, not breaking eye contact.
"...I love you too, so much..."
"...I'm going to fuck you so good." Right after he said those words he kissed her deeply. His right hand wrapped low around her waist and his left went up into her hair to pull her close. The elevator beeped when they arrived at their floor, the door opened and they walked with a brisk pace to their room. With one swipe of the key card they were in and resumed their passionate embrace. They clutched at each other, pulling the other in as close as possible. Their lips were entangled.
Sara broke the embrace to speak. "Let me go get changed."
"No. I want to watch."
Sara, diligently and purposefully, pulled out each item from each bag slowly. Laying them out gently on the couch. While Sara was busy unpacking Eric got up, making sure to not lose sight of her for anything more than a moment. He opened the double French doors and returned to the bed, on his way there he stripped completely of his clothes. He laid in the middle of the bed, completely naked, sporting a semi.
He watched as she selected each item of clothing to put on. She chose the corset first, stepping into it. Because it was comprised mostly of mesh it required no zippers or clasps. However, once she got it up she still had to get her tits into it comfortably, and that process was a pleasure to watch. She, of course, knew this so would mash them together and double check, weather it was needed or not.
Next were the stockings, while at the store she selected the sheer white ones with a white back seam. Putting them on was something she took pride in, especially when she knew Eric was watching. As always she bunched one up, taking as much care as she could to assure that the seam would line up when she pulled it up. She spread her legs wide when fastening the garter to them, again taking care that they were attached properly. The entire time she was doing this Eric remained in bed, dick stiff as a board and pointing straight up. He watched wide eyed as his mother slid the next of the stockings up her leg.
Sara sat delicately on the couch to put on her heels. They were white open toe 10cm (~4in) with an ankle strap. She slid her toe into them and wiggled to get them situated. Eric couldn't help but touch himself watching her adjust the ankle strap. He wanted badly to leap from the bed and ravish her. Though time has proved that waiting for it makes it so much better.
Sara stood up and posed with her hands in her hair, bunching it up. "What do you think?"
Eric didn't respond, he slowly got off the bed and approached her. With his hand on her hips he pressed his lips against hers. Her response was to tilt her head to one side and part her lips for his tongue. She grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him deeper into the kiss.
Eric pushed them towards the French doors and onto the balcony. They continued making out, their hands explored the other.
"It's a bit chilly." Eric said.
Sara looked down at his erection. "Doesn't seem to bother him." Her hands reached for it and squeezed the tip gently. "Whaddaya say we warm him up."
As Sara spun around she placed her hands of the railing. She noticed a few people walking around but none had noticed them. Yet.
Eric stepped up behind her, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her to him. His prick laid between her legs, she dripped with excitement right onto it. She grinded gently against him, feeling his head press up on her clit. She reached down and sandwiched it between her hands and soaking cunt. Eric inhaled a shallow breath in response.
"Oh..." He stuttered. "...yes."
Sara had begun rocking her hips so that her clit was stimulated by more of his shaft. All Eric could do was put his forehead on her neck and mumble how good it felt. With one hand on the railing and the other between her legs she quickened the pace.
"I think I'm gonna cum..." She trailed off as her attention was on maintaining the friction of her son's cock on her clit. "Oh yes baby." Her knees started to tremble slightly. "I'm close." She whispered. Her hand was white from clutching at the railing. "Eric, baby. I'm cumming." To try and help Eric thrust forward and back a bit, but Sara needed no help. She screamed out. "Ahhhh!" Forgetting that she was on a balcony in the middle of Paris. "Fuck, fuck FUCK!" She rubbed the tip of Eric's head back and forth over her clit and cried out again.
The sound of clapping was heard from the street below. "Bravo! Encore!"
"OH SHIT!" Sara said. They both retreated to the room, closing the door, and burst out in laughter.
"It WAS a stellar performance." Eric said with a sly smile.
"I'll show you a performance!" She shoved him onto the couch and straddled him. Without any hesitation she grabbed his still stiff cock and plunged it deep into her wet pussy.
"Ah! Fuck yes!" Eric said quickly, his hands grabbed her hips and initiated a rocking motion.
Sara pulled his head into her cleavage and bucked back and forth on his lap.
"Gesus ure so wet." Eric's words were muffled by her tits.
"Huh?" She pushed his shoulders back and used them for leverage. Rocking harder and harder on her son.
"I said...Oh yes that's good...I said Jesus you're so wet."
Sara just grunted in response, she dug her nails into his arms and tried to get his dick deeper in her.
He sucked his teeth. "Yes, fuck me mom." He slapped her ass to encourage her.
"Oh shit baby, I'm gonna cum again." Sara maintained her pace, her nails still clenched in her son's arms. "Oh Fuck..." there was a pause where she held her breath. "...oh fuck..." Another pause. "Yes!" Sara's legs trembled and squeezed Eric, forcing her body up, she squirted her clear fluid over his chest. "YES! FUCK!" She shouted out. She felt his fingers flick across her clit, she was entirely too sensitive so she leapt off him and landed on the floor with her arms stretched out she laid back.
Eric stood over her. "We're a long way from done." She sat up and impaled her face on his dick, still slick with her wetness, and took it to the hilt in one move. That made him tremble from pleasure a bit, but he grabbed the back of her head and pulled. Her nose was buried into his pubic region. Her body convulsed as she gagged, but she held strong. It was Eric who gave in, but that was only so he could fuck her face. "Mom, your mouth feels so good." Sara moaned in agreement, and with just the tip of her son's dick in her mouth she nodded up and down. Eric held on to either side of her head and slowly moved his prick in and out. Sara was more aggressive, so she again forced herself down on it. Swallowing his whole length before pulling away and repeating the action.
Eric stood by and watched as his mother greedily inhaled his prick. Slurping and kissing and licking, worshipping it like the whore of a mother she is. When his dick wasn't in her mouth she was jerking the saliva soaked tip with her hands. He drank in the moment, and felt like his life could get no better.
Without warning he grabbed Sara from under her arms and tossed her onto the bed. He put the back of her knees into the crook of his arm and pinned her legs back. He aimed his cock right at her waiting hole.
"You wanna get fucked mom?!"
"Oh yes, fuck me baby!"
"Not good enough slut!" He grabbed her by the throat and leaned in close. "Make me believe it." Slowly he released his grip on her as he saw she wanted to speak.
"I'm sorry Master, fuck your mom's cunt, fuck it nice and hard!"
This was all the convincing that Eric needed, he resumed the position he had before and didn't wait to force his throbbing cock into her tight pussy. He threw his head back and moaned a sigh of relief as he entered her. He watched as his dick slid inch by inch into his mother's pussy. He watched as her nylon covered legs pulled him into her, and her heel dug into his butt cheek. He watched yet again as her hands grabbed for the bed sheets and balled them up in her hands. No greater sight could he see than his mother writhing in ecstasy below him. He regained control and pinned her legs back to the position when he started.
"Tell me what you want?" He whispered in her ear.
"I want my son to fuck me as hard as he can." She whispered back.
Eric licked his lips and lightly bit down on his bottom lip.
"That's so sexy when you do that." She remarked as her hand grabbed his balls, trying to spur him on.
He wasted no more time and began pounding his mother's tight wet pussy. And wet it was, it had already covered his balls in her slick juices and increased the sound they made when they slapped on her ass.
"Fuck me baby, you fuck me so good." She stretched her hands up over her head and with each thrust her tits, still contained by the corset, nearly hit her in the chin. Every muscle in Eric's body was flexed, and she watched how they rippled when he moved. She loved to see how his abs contracted, and how the sweat formed and fell down them. She watched as this sexy young man, her son, violated her. Even more, how she, his mother, dressed for him. Just the thought of buying a new piece of lingerie so her son could fuck her in made her wet.
Sara was snapped back to reality when her legs were moved from being pinned down to having her heels on either side of her son's head. He folded his arms over her waist and pulled her to the edge of the bed, where he quickened the pace. Quite similar to the speed of a jackhammer.
"Oh shit yes!" Her hands clutched at her breasts, squeezing them and mashing them together, pinching the nipple through the fabric. Eric pulled her arms under her tits and crossed them, once again enhancing her already plentiful cleavage. They were in danger of spilling out as they reacted to the pounding. Eric's hands slithered up her back, pressing his weight on her so her arms couldn't move. He grabbed two fist fulls of hair and pulled hard.
"AHHHHH!" She screamed.
He slammed into her hard, and each time he tried to push in deeper. Not wanting to be gentle he used his grip on her hair to bring her down harder on him.
"Fuck me Eric, fuck your mom's pussy." She was on the verge of tears of ecstasy. "Oh my fucking god! I'm gonna cum again!"
Eric pressed all his weight down on her just as she began her orgasm. All her muscles seemed to contract at the same time, but the next second they all relaxed. She moaned passionately and loudly without a care if anyone heard. While this was happening Eric never stopped the assault he was putting on her, he grunted deeply, feeling his mother's pussy spasm wildly on his dick. It seemed she got wetter, and it was more sensation than he could handle. So while his mother was still going through her orgasm, his begun. He ground his hip into her, trying to lodge himself deeper inside her. He sprayed jet after jet into her, groaning like a wild animal. After what seemed like a record setting duration for both orgasms the couple regained their composure.
"Holy fuck that was hot!" Sara said as she wiped away her hair that was stuck to her face. She let her legs resume a more natural position.
"Sure was, but we ain't finished." Eric pulled out and to his mother's surprise he was as hard as he was when they begun.
"Eric, baby, I don't know if my pussy can take another pounding."
"Oh don't worry, that's not where it's going." He spun her over and got her on all fours. He then spread her ass cheeks, spit right on her asshole, not that it needed any more lube the juices from her pussy had soaked that and the bedsheets below them. The head of his dick pressed on his mother's asshole, and for a second he didn't think he would get it in. He released one of her butt cheeks and grabbed his cock and plunged it deep into her ass.
"Ah Fuck!" Her hands beat on the mattress. "Fuck! Eric, honey, your dick is so big. You can't fuck mommy's ass like it's her pussy."
"What was that?" He asked.
"I said you can't fuc..." just then he pushed hard into her.
"Shit! Yes baby! Give it to me!" Sara's fingers found her cum filled pussy and dove in. The sound was very distinctive, much different from squish sound her son's prick made in it. She pounded away at her cunt while her son was pounding at her asshole, drips of cum would drop from her fingers onto the bedspread. Eric's prick stretched his mother's tiny asshole, but it was begging to be fucked
Her fingers came in contact with her son's dick through the thin membrane that separated them. Feeling that, Eric was spurred on. He took her by the hips, put both feet on the bed so he was in a crouched position but still standing over her. Lowering nearly all of his weight on her, he allowed his prick to delve deeper into her backside.
"Ugh, fuck that's deep." She was doing her best to accommodate the invasion. She felt his hands grip her and keep her stationary, and she knew this meant we would pick up the pace. True to his actions she felt his strong hard cock penetrate her asshole quicker.
Eric watched, as best he could, how his mother's asshole clenched perfectly around his shaft. He was now pounding away at it like he was doing to her pussy.
"Ah..." She sucked in air through her teeth. "...slow down baby." Opposite to her request he thrust deep hard and fast. "Ahhhh..." She whimpered. And wiggled her feet, causing her heels to fly off and dangle from the ankle strap. "...that hurt so good." Slowly he withdrew his prick from her anal cavity. Watching it pucker as he pulled the head out.
Eric climbed down off the bed, Sara spun over and spread her legs for him. He grabbed her ankle and undid the straps, letting the shoes fall to the floor. Sara brought her feet together and pointed them straight up in the air, giving her ass the perfect heart shape. Eric mounted her, but his dick just laid on her pussy. His concern was with her nylon covered feet, he brought them to his nose and inhaled the slightly sweaty aroma. As he inhaled deeply he felt his mother's hands grab his dick and push it back against her asshole. She did notice that he was having a good time with her feet though. So to play along she pointed her toes, much like a ballerina, and rubbed them all over his face and up into his hair. All while still trying to stuff her son's prick back into her ass.
"Honey, I don't think I can get it in on my own." She batted her eyelashes at him, while using her hands to spread open her ass cheeks.
With a bit of spit in his hands he slid it down his prick and shoved it into her waiting hole. She half moaned and half whimpered in response.
"Damn mom, your ass feels so good." He moved his hips into hers with a wave like motion, slowly, enjoying the sensation.
"Come here baby." Sara stretched her arms out for an embrace, and Eric did just that. Slowly, but methodically, he humped her. Not pulling out all that much and not forcing himself inwards too hard. "Mmmm, that's it baby, let momma's ass take care of you." Her feet were pressed against his ass, caressing it with her nylon soles.
"Oh god I'm close." He mumbled.
"Does mommy's big boy want to empty his load in her mouth?" Her words dripped with desire. Eric could only nod yes. "Mmmm, okay baby. I'll tell you what, how 'bout you pound my ass till you're ready to cum, then I'll get on my knees and swallow every drop. How's that sound?"
Eric sat up and grabbed her tits, he was already about to burst. He managed to last slightly longer than he expected, slamming into her, moaning loudly as his second orgasm approached. He pulled out and backed up without a word. Sara used her mother's intuition and knew her son was ready to cum, so she got on her knees and swallowed the dick that was just in her ass. As soon as the head of her son's dick hit the back of her throat she felt a warm spray shoot down. True to her word she swallowed every drop.
Sara didn't release her son's prick from her mouth when he finished cumming. She pulled and sucked more, trying to get even the smallest possible amount left.
"Ah, ah ah..." He tried to recoil but the vacuum she created was tight. "...too sensitive. It's too sensitive." It managed to pop out, and he ran to the bathroom. At least he tried.
"Come here, I want that monster back in my mouth." She gave chase, and her son was the target. He hopped on the couch and leapt over the bed, begging her to stop through fits of laughter.
"No, it's too sensitive." He rushed to the bathroom but couldn't get a hand on the door to close it in time. She slid in and grabbed the tip of Eric's cock. "Ah, ah ah. No, no no." Sara doubled over in laughter.
"Don't like it when someone does it to you, huh, mister." She stuck her tongue out at him.
As soon as she turned towards the shower he gave her ass a good slap, one that stung his hand equally as much as her ass. She yelped and turned around, raising her hand to return the blow. Eric dashed from the bathroom, laughing wickedly, dove into the bed and wrapped himself in the blankets like a burrito. Sara was on top of him in no time, struggling to find an opening in the covers. Alas, he was too well protected.
"Fine..." She huffed. "...have it your way." Sauntering off towards the bathroom. Slowly undoing the garter straps and taking the stockings off with each step. Once she crossed the threshold of the bathroom she exited the corset and flung it into the room.