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Introduction:

From her son, to the pizza guy and a big deal.

　　　　The bell rang and Patricia waited impatiently in front of the whiteboard as the tenth grade English class rushed out of the classroom. Smiling in front and giving various goodbyes to students was torturous. As each second passed she grew uncharacteristically wetter. Yesterday her inner nympho had been set free, all because she had seduced her son. It ended an eighteen-year celibacy. Two classes had passed already and next was her fifty minute break period next.

　　　　The celibacy had been her personal choice after finding out she was pregnant so that she could focus on raising Daniel. At first, the decision had been painful but as days turned to months and subsequently turned to years, she managed to quell the fire with years of quiet masturbation. That was all undone now. After eighteen years, her body had feasted on her son’s and now craved sex constantly. Last night had been fun, but it wasn’t enough.

　　　　That morning, Patricia had tried to rouse her son for more sex, but he had stopped her. With words of wisdom that she would make him blow off school for an entire day of sex, which had sounded fun, would cause problems. Someone could start asking questions and even though she had groaned in annoyance, she allowed his explanation to placate her. Sadly, being placated meant going to school with a cunt that was on fire. The drive to school took her through wonderfully bumpy road construction that jostled fiery crotch into close orgasmic spasms. Classes began that morning in with her completely sexually frustrated.

　　　　Patricia prided herself on many things, but the biggest to her were her teaching style and professionalism. The first could be observed by just walking into the classroom. Along the ceiling, hanging on the walls of her class and spaced evenly apart at six inches, plated pieces of wood hung denoting her prowess as a teacher. The latter was proven in her demeanor and dress. She always had a professional and respectful tone, never losing her temper in the class, being respectful and never allowing herself to appear as a sexual object. The last point was accomplished by wearing a white blouse and some sort of skirt that was long. Little skin was shown.

　　　　The door closed and snapped her out of self-reflection. Rushing over to the door with a flutter of clicking heels, she turned the deadbolt and thanked the stars that there was no window on the door. What she was about to do was throw her years of professionalism out the door and masturbate. With butterflies in her stomach, she kicked her shoes off and headed to her desk.

　　　　If there was any indicator that Patricia’s presented persona to everyone was a farce, it was her desk. Cluttered with stacks of papers, a few coffee mugs and desk drawers that were crammed with school supplies, the desk was about the only thing she allowed to be messy in her life. Everyone needed some sort of chaos and she allowed it to be her outlet.

　　　　Sitting behind the desk, she bit her lip in anticipation as she pulled up her skirt. Even as her fingers hovered above her pulsating and concealed cunt, heat could be felt wafting out. Her cheeks reddened and she giggled before rubbing the fabric of her panties against her wanting pussy.

　　　　Masturbating had been the only trickle of pleasure Patricia had allowed for any sexual activity. She blushed, even more, remembering that Daniel had been watching her for long period sit in front of the home computer pleasuring herself to porn. Secretly she had hoped he would have walked in on her, but instead he stuck to shadows to watch.

　　　　“Oh yes,” she cried out as pleasure radiated through her, curling toes. There was a knock on her door. In a sigh of annoyance, she stopped and prepared to answer the door. Just taking a step was enough to tell her walking was a terrible idea. She sat back down and quickly got back in position to play with her kitty. Within seconds she was moaning and stroking the fire into an almost audible roar of disastrous desire.

　　　　Juices began soaking through the thick fabric of her black panties. With a shudder, she ripped them aside and exposed her dark red throbbing labia to the cool air. Fingers spread out her sex with her thumb and ring finger. Two fingers went to rubbing her clit harshly. Moaning loudly, she desperately tried to bring herself to orgasm, but all that happened is reduce her cunt into a slimy mess. It needed to be filled and with a moan of pleasurable frustration, she stopped and stood up. Worried about walking again, she took a second to take some deep breathe to relax.

　　　　The clock on the wall told her that she still had thirty minutes and so she rushed to find something that would stifle her desires. With lunch duty and another class, she had to take care of herself temporarily or there would be no hope in maintaining a decent amount of professionalism throughout the day. Anxiety tried to replace the flood of lust in her, but it added to a sense of needing to find something. Frantically looking for anything, she found a small container that she had forgotten about sitting in the line of waist-high bookshelves. Inside was an object to help her.

　　　　The brush was a big oval one. Discarded in the container in case of a hair emergency, the unused new brush had something she needed. A thick three-
inch handle that was ridged. With a gleeful squeal, she rushed back over to her desk.

　　　　At the desk, with her skirt hiked back up for access, Patricia was disturbed to find that her panties were too far soaked to be continually worn. Without caring, she yanked them off and shuddered when the cool air played with her cunt. What made her moan was now without the fabric, the cool air on her wet anus made it begin to ache.

　　　　“Not yet, just wait, please. First, this and we can visit you later,” she moaned haughtily. With growing impatience, Patricia rubbed the handled up and down the wet slit. With a moan, she teased herself more to lube the rounded edge. When it was ready, she cooed and a gurgle of pleasure as it spread her slutty hole. The ridges helped and soon she was shaking as her head swam in pleasure. Pounding away finally rewarded her with an orgasm that left her trembling and shaking violently in her chair.

　　　　She yelped in surprise when the office chair suddenly was gone. Splayed out on the floor as her pussy twitched in blissful release, Patricia took long breathes to calm down. With a final sigh, she realized in the fevered need for release that her classroom now smelled of pussy. Embarrassed, she collected herself and found a can of air freshener she kept in in her desk and sprayed it until the can was empty. Going back to her desk. She picked the chair up and blushed, even more, realizing she had made a real mess of things. Graded paperwork on her desk was covered in puddles of her cum. She hadn’t even cared when discarding the pair of panties onto the desk. With a sigh, the panties were pulled away and Harold Germiski’s paper displayed itself with a big red failing mark.

　　　　“Looks like he’ll get an A,” she giggled. Moving quickly, papers that were soaked, noting that most that were affected would be in a similar situation as Harold.

　　　　“Worth it,” she said.

　　　　The bell rang and in a panic, she rushed to the back of the room and put back the brush and threw the panties in there. Thinking them safe, and taking a deep breath, she moved to open her classroom for the lunch period. Picking her heels up on the way and slipping them on.

　　　　Patricia’s class wasn’t too much of a hot spot for lunch period. She only had a few girls in senior classes that liked to hang out and read. For the most part, most of the nerdy girls hung out here. There was also a few boys, but they were the run of the mill weirdos that didn’t even fit in with the actual nerds. It was a small crowd and they filed in like they had every day since the first week of school. Sarah greeted her.

　　　　“It smells great in here,” she said with a big sniff. Sarah was a fat little girl, but she had personality. Sadly, something that would take forever for a boy to realize her worth.

　　　　“Thank God for Bath and Body Works,” she said.

　　　　Sarah laughed and went to her favorite desk in the corner at the front of the class. Entering next was Ernie and Floyd. Then a trio of girls that were friends, but rarely talked. The final student was Alicia, a wonderful student who was shy, smart and gorgeous. She stayed to herself and avoided a conversation like the plague. Girl was also a senior and already nineteen.

　　　　With Alicia entering, Patrica left her post by the door and headed to her desk. The bell rang again, notifying the building that anyone found in a hallway would be found and given a swift detention. With another blush creeping on her face, she sifted through the paper work on her desk making sure that there wasn’t a stray paper that was missed from earlier. Finding none, she went through the ruined papers and realized she had an issue, most had comments meant to help her students. She could play it off, but many would be disappointed and giving out blanket good marks would cause more issues than solve.

　　　　The solution then was to take the papers home and copy them. Going through them, she could reapply marks and still be okay. That would also detract from more desirable activities. The lunch hour went on and Patricia kept herself busy, no longer assaulted by uncomfortable lust, but still burning with want.

　　　　Her last class of the day went slow. The class was involved in working on assignments on their own and she stood by for questions as she walked around the room. No one asked anything and it left her alone with her thoughts, which were now on figuring out different things she could teach her son after school. Her favorite scenario about that was blowing him and having him eat her out. The bell rang, signaling an end of the day and the class burst out of her room before she could fully react to it. Alone now, she prepared to get her stuff gathered to go home when Daniel walked in.

　　　　“Hey mom,” he said announcing his presence while she was bent over and grabbing her purse. “That’s a really nice ass you know?”

　　　　That comment made her zip up and turn towards him.

　　　　“You can’t say that here,” she said, trying to be angry at him, but his comment flared the flames back up. “Close the door.”

　　　　He obeyed and before he could turn around and gather reply, she had crossed the room and slammed him up against it. Her mouth on his, her hand moved and threw the deadbolt while filling his mouth with her tongue. He returned the kiss and even surprised her as his hands clumsily rubbed across her body. Moaning in delight egged him on and broke the kiss when his hands rested respectfully one each cheek.

　　　　“You’ve gotten more confident,” she said.

　　　　“So have you mom-er Patricia,” he said with a smile. “Can you give me a ride?”

　　　　The double entendre wasn’t lost on her and she smiled at him, marveling into his eyes about how much of a man he had become. It was the reason why she insisted on him calling her Patricia. If they were lovers, it was as consenting adults, not as mother and son. A distinction she had to make. The thought of having her son was hot, but having it as incest was something she wasn’t ready for.

　　　　“I can, give me a second. Can you grab my bag?” she asked before heading to the back of the classroom. Getting the container, she opened and stifled a gasp. The panties and the brush were gone. Panic went through her. Thoughts of who could have taken them went through her but no student could be called to mind for the crime.

　　　　“You okay?” Daniel called out to her, snapping her from panic.

　　　　“Yeah, just something is missing.”

　　　　“Anything important?”

　　　　“No, it’s fine,” she said placing the container back on the counter. Daniel walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She sank back into him.

　　　　“It’s nothing Daniel. Let’s go. We have a lot to do,” she said, unwrapping herself and walking away. When the sting and audible slap on her ass hit her,
the surprise of it made her wobble in pleasure.

　　　　“Easy boy,” she said with a whisper of warning to him. The pit in her stomach sank more, but this time, it sank into a bottomless pool of lust that welled up in her chest. Her breathing quickened and her vision narrowed. Continuing on was a monumental accomplishment, but she would never let Daniel know that. He followed her and the two of them left the classroom.

　　　　Most of the high school hallways were lined with ugly green lockers. Many of the teachers were in their classes but Mr. Larson was not. He was a math teacher, the only one located in the English Hall. He also had made plenty of passes at her, which were always rebuked.

　　　　“Is that the best English teacher walking down the hall with her son?”

　　　　Patricia smiled out of courtesy before she responded.

　　　　”We have to prepare for some things this weekend. Errands you know?” she lied.

　　　　“Yeah, just never seen you or your son interact at school. Must be some festival huh?”

　　　　“It will be. We have to run,” she said, trying to end the conversation. She moved on but the man stopped her son and exchanged words. Not caring, she continued to walk, giving Daniel an excuse to end the conversation. After a few seconds, he ran up next to her as she exited the building.

　　　　“That guy is a creep,” he said.

　　　　“What makes you say that?” she asked, not even bothering to look at him.

　　　　“Guy was leering at you.”

　　　　“Getting jealous?”

　　　　The two of them walked to her car.

　　　　“You are my woman right?”

　　　　Patricia didn’t answer before she got into the car. It was a question that would need answering. Was Daniel going to be the only man she slept with for the rest of her life? Maybe she hoped not, but then, if he was already attaching, the choice would be up to him in the long run. There was too much power shifted from herself to him. He could threaten her to get the exclusivity of her, but as she thought about it, she realized some things.

　　　　When she had been younger one of her issues was being faithful. No man seemed to be able to sate her appetites or keep her attention. The only one who had managed that for the past eighteen years had been Daniel. Replacing him wasn’t something she wanted. Starting the car she waited until he got in to answer. The door closed, almost borderline on being slammed and she worried that her lack of answer upset him. He buckled up and she pulled out of the spot.

　　　　“What if I was exclusively your girl?” she asked pulling away from the school and starting the trek home.

　　　　“I’d like that but I don’t know.”

　　　　“What if you find another girl?”

　　　　“There is no other woman beside you mom, ever.”

　　　　There was that word. Mom. She was his mother. Why did it bother her? Had to be society that or the uneasiness of embracing her inner nymphomaniac once more. As she drove, his comment reverberated in her mind. No other woman but her. It made her heart flutter.

　　　　“You would be fine with me being your lover?”

　　　　“You started this Patricia.”

　　　　“I know, I want to finish it too,” she said looking and locking eyes with him. “So my answer is yes. I want to be your woman.”

　　　　“Awesome,” he said. Her eyes averted to the road and she concentrated on driving. She had too. Thoughts of finding a quiet place to fuck assaulted her. Even as she tried not to, she saw places where they could. A secluded alley, a dark parking garage, and a park. So many opportunities but she passed them by.

　　　　“Oh shit, the seat,” she said with a laugh.

　　　　“What about it?”

　　　　“I’m not wearing any panties.”

　　　　“Why?”

　　　　“Not something I would normally do, but after trying to fuck you this morning and getting rejected, by lunch they were too soaked to keep wearing.”

　　　　“And now you’re afraid for the seat?”

　　　　“Not really, but if you want to feel me up, I wouldn’t complain.”

　　　　There was silence. Patricia almost thought her suggestion was too much for him. Besides the ass slapping earlier, Daniel had relied on her for direction. She didn’t mind that for now, but she wanted him to be more assertive. Suggestions and being open to anything he wanted would help make him more that way.

　　　　When his hand did finally rest on her thigh, she shivered in anticipation. The fabric of her skirt moved up until her skin was exposed. Shifting and spreading her legs, she waited while his hand moved tentatively to her inner thigh.

　　　　“That feels good honey,” she said with a moan. It was enough to get his hand shoved up against her bare crotch. He felt around until a finger found her slit. It probed until it found the hard nub of her clit. There it pressed hard and drew itself over it in a slow pattern.

　　　　“Daniel, you do that and I’ll stain the seat. Oh, right there,” she cooed, trying to keep control of the vehicle. They were still a few blocks from home, but the way he was rubbing her clit would soon cause her to orgasm.

　　　　“Suck your finger,” she said, trying to get the distraction away before something diabolical happened. Enjoyable or not, wouldn’t pay well to die before she go to have more sex. His hand pulled away and she recovered slowly as they stopped at a light.

　　　　“Go ahead, taste what you’ve done.”

　　　　“But Patricia...” he said, obvious concern in his voice.

　　　　“Thought of tasting where you emerged from too much?”

　　　　“I uh,” he said.

　　　　Patricia enjoyed making him uncomfortable. Even though she was hornier than she had ever been in her life, the thought of him committing a more serious taboo than just sliding his cock into the place that gave birth to him almost made her cream. His hesitation lent itself to being a sweet honey.

　　　　“Too afraid to taste mommy?”

　　　　“I will but mom, you will have to drop the names.”

　　　　“That will take time Daniel,” she said, feeling uncomfortable with the prospect.

　　　　“Why? Don’t you want your son?”

　　　　She looked over to him while she gave the car gas for the green light. “Of course, but using the titles is a bit much for me. That’s why I want you to use my name instead of mom for now on.”

　　　　“I don’t like it when you use my name,” he said.

　　　　“I understand. You better lick what you got off your finger there kiddo.”

　　　　Patricia looked to the road and only saw him suck his finger out of the corner of her eye. The secrecy, his attempt to hide what he did sent quivers of a small orgasm through her body. The electricity of it heightened senses and she was grateful to finally pull up to the suburban home they lived in. She didn’t mention his taste.

　　　　“So what are we doing this weekend that you had to lie to Mr. Larson about?” Daniel asked.

　　　　“I figured we could get out of town or something. Been awhile since we have.”

　　　　“Oh,” he said opening up the door and getting out. Patricia followed suit and enjoyed the cool air. Fall was in full swing and she liked that the tree in the yard already had bright orange and red leaves.

　　　　The house that she owned was not one in a suburb. Actually, the two of them lived close to many developments, but Patricia picked this place because she hated the cookie cutter approach to building. Instead of a block of brick houses, their house was built to accommodating to just two with metal siding. There were only two bedrooms in the place, but there was more than enough space for them.

　　　　Patricia was looking at the tree and heard Daniel go into the house. Thoughts of preparing herself for what was to come paused her. How would the night go? What would she want to do? With a smile, she headed inside the house.

　　　　Patricia had barely turned from closing the front door when her son returned the actions she had assaulted him with back in her classroom. Instead of locking his lips in a kiss, he commanded her to lift a leg up and planted his lips onto her nether ones.

　　　　“Oh my God, Daniel,” she cried out.

　　　　His tongue worked her sex over, delving into the smoldering crevice, flicking her “bean” and working fingers into her.

　　　　“Don’t stop Daniel. I’m so close. So clo-.”

　　　　Patricia saw stars once more as her body went rigid, mashing her cunt up into his face. She dug her nails into his head and screamed as the ocean of finality hit her over and over. The orgasm lasted for an eternity to her and even as the throbs lessened, Daniel hadn’t stopped his ministrations..

　　　　“Please stop,” she begged, not because she really wanted to but now that her wits were returning, the uncomfortableness of the door was beginning to hurt her back. She asked once more and then felt a suction on her clit.

　　　　“Oh no, please, stop,” she began begging with a louder crescendo of pleas. The pressure increased and her toes curled painfully in her heels.

　　　　“Daniel my heels,” she pleaded out to him, her voice shaking now as she approached another orgasm. Frantically she tried to push herself off the door, but her son held her steadfast against the door. Her pussy spread, even more, accommodating the fingers he put into her. Then an old forgotten feeling squeezed her clit. Rolled around in his teeth, Patricia screamed and slammed her hands on the door she came once more. The orgasm again went on forever as he massaged her sex relentlessly with his mouth and fingers. She couldn’t recall a time any lover in her youthful days had managed this. Everything ended slowly and as she relaxed, Daniel let her fall to the floor.

　　　　She was touched that he made sure her fall to the floor was gentle. Her eyes stared down into the house, unable to focus on anything. Never before had she been like this.

　　　　“You okay?”

　　　　Patricia looked at her son. There was concern on his face. With a smile, she reached out and pulled him into a kiss. From there, she worked herself back up and shoved him back to the floor.

　　　　“Time for yours Daniel,” she said.

　　　　He held up his hands and told her no.

　　　　“No?”

　　　　“Yeah, I need a shower. Long day and gym class had us running.”

　　　　“We could shower together,” she offered.

　　　　“Not yet, I want to clean up. And I have to cook dinner.”

　　　　“We can do pizza.”

　　　　He agreed with her and got up. Patricia tried to grab him but he managed to slip away.

　　　　“What the hell?” she asked herself. Was there something wrong with her fucking him? It was just like the night before. Except that he had shown a remarkable amount of skill eating her out. That was a change from the day before and welcomed, but right now, his refusal and calling the shots had her frustrated. With a sigh. She got up and followed his example and headed up to her own bedroom to shower.

　　　　The biggest thing in her bedroom, besides the king size bed that was framed by large oak beams that were a part of a misguided attempt at an earlier princess phase, was the large mirror on the wall. Many hours had been spent in front of it, inspecting her body for flaws and looking for places to sculpt to perfection with exercise.

　　　　At thirty-eight, Patricia had made sure that when Daniel had reached an old enough age, that she would have a beautiful body to offer a man. It had never been her real intention to return to the twenty-year-old- girl who was an absolute slut, but she didn’t want to be locked up much longer. She had found a man, and was happy for it to be Daniel.

　　　　Stripping out of her clothes, she got into the shower. The hot water cooled her body from the intense desires for sex it had. Washing up increased the fire.
Sudding herself up was nice, but having a man do it would be better. Plus, the soaps she washed with were one of the few amenities she allowed herself to have. She hadn’t said anything to Daniel yet, but any money she could save was sitting in an account for college. So far, even the soap ran around a hundred dollars, she had saved a substantial amount for him on a teacher’s salary. Frugal living had paid off for that fund, but it meant that she had gone without for many years. That is why, she decided, it hurt so much that Daniel had denied her earlier. She was tired of being denied.

　　　　“Hey Patricia, you okay in there?”

　　　　She turned the shower off and got out.
　　　　“Yeah, just showering. What do want?”

　　　　“Nothing, it’s almost five, aren’t you hungry?”

　　　　She was, but she couldn’t eat right now food right now. Not because she wasn’t hungry because she was famished, but because she wanted her
stomach empty in case anal was on the table. Hopefully, that would bear fruit tonight.

　　　　“Yes, come here,” she called out.

　　　　The door to her bedroom closed and she heard him step outside the door.

　　　　“Come inside Daniel, not like you haven’t seen me before.”

　　　　The door to the bathroom was open and she was drying off her body when he came in. There was a gasp.

　　　　“Like what you see?” she said with a smile straightening up and looking at him.

　　　　“You’re beautiful,” he said, jaw agape.

　　　　Patricia blushed a bit at the compliment. Daniel was standing in the doorway, just wearing a pair of boxers. In the fabric, she could see the outline of his hard cock. It made her feel peckish and she lunged at him. Before Daniel could react, she had his boxers down at his feet and was on her knees in front of him.

　　　　“Time to return the favor and as you have already asked, I am hungry.”

　　　　“Patricia, no I want to wait.”

　　　　Ignoring him, she gripped his hard dick and leveled it to her face. Before he could stop her she leaned forward and licked the tip of his dick tentatively. He didn’t stop her after that and Patricia rewarded herself.

　　　　Eyes closed, she licked the tip a lot, lubing it up and trying to find his sensitive areas. One of her hands moved to cradle and massage his balls. They were completely bare of hair and now her son was moaning. Kissing down his shaft, she lifted out of the way and began planting kisses on her sack.

　　　　“Mom that tickles.”

　　　　That word made her stop and glare up at him.

　　　　“Sorry, caught up in the moment,” he murmured. His apology sated her and she went back to greedily sucking him off. This time, the sucking pulled his entire length into her mouth and down her throat.

　　　　“Fuck,” he cried out and his hands moved to grip her head. Patricia relaxed but bopped her head gently. Daniel got the message and began to move his hips. Whatever complaints he had about waiting no longer mattered to him as his thrusts steadily grew more powerful. Cupping his balls once more, she began to massage them and marveled at how full they felt. Their eyes locked for a few seconds and the Patricia felt him tense.

　　　　His orgasm could be felt boiling out of his balls before being heralded by his surging member. Patricia pulled off his cock until just the head was in her mouth. When he came, not only did she want to fill her mouth of it, she wanted to savor every drop.

　　　　Daniel grunted and shook as she sucked on the head of his cock. Each spurt of warm cum slid down her throat and by the time his spurts stopped and she had sucked everything out of him. Her stomach felt full.

　　　　“That was delicious,” she said standing up. Daniel had a look of bewilderment in his eyes and only nodded at her. With a smile, she told him to order his pizza and come back upstairs. She wasn’t waiting any longer and needed to fuck. He left her and Patricia complimented herself.

　　　　“Just like riding a bike,” she said out loud. Looking over to the bathroom mirror, it seemed like her age had regressed a bit. There was glow that hadn’t been seen in years that added a youthful tenor to her. Turning her hips, she slapped her ass and watched how it firmness turned red in the mirror. With a moan, she headed to her bed.

　　　　Blowing her son had been worth it. Whatever reservation Daniel had been trying to erect was gone it seemed. Maybe he would come in and ravish her, which is what she wanted. Plopping onto the bed on her side, she lay so that her ass was angled towards the door and waited for his return.

　　　　“Hey mom, pizza is ordered,” Daniel said and her hand gripped her ass, pulling it up and exposing her smoldering cunt to the cool air. It almost made her her cum knowing that even after a shower, her body had lubricated up for him fast.

　　　　“Did you make sure to order sausage?” she called out to him. His footsteps sounded and he came into the room.

　　　　“I did not...oh,” he said. Patricia looked back at him and smiled.

　　　　“Get up and get in, I need that sausage badly.”

　　　　His boxers dropped and his cock pointed up looking as if it were straining.

　　　　“Patricia, I want to wait more,” he said. “What if we miss the delivery?”

　　　　“Go grab your phone, set an alarm, I am sure we have plenty of time. Now hurry,” she commanded. Daniel took off and she realized the folly of charging him with a chore. He would surely take advantage and use the excuse to continue to deny her.

　　　　“Dammit,” she said to herself, biting her lip in frustration. What game was he playing? Turning over and getting ready to fetch him, she was surprised when he walked back into the room.

　　　　“They said an hour or so, but you know how fast they are,” he said.

　　　　“Well. Stop wasting time and get over here.”

　　　　He actually obeyed her and walked over to the bed.

　　　　“Bring your ass to the edge,” he said. The language made her flinch.

　　　　“Watch your mouth,” she said.

　　　　“Are you serious?”

　　　　“I’m still your mother,” she said.

　　　　“No your not. You’re Patricia,” he said, edge in his voice. “Now, bring your ass to the edge.”

　　　　Patricia nodded and scooted over to him. Wasn’t this what she wanted? She couldn't answer that as she spread herself in front of him, her ass as close to the edge as possible. Their groins were leveled perfectly.

　　　　“Well?” she asked, waiting for his next action. She could hear the blood pumping in her ears as she watched him. He gripped his dick and rested the head against her slit. The slight impact made her moan.

　　　　“Good Patricia, that’s what you want to be called right?”

　　　　She nodded.

　　　　“Not my mother?”

　　　　Patricia didn’t know where he was going with this, but she pushed herself forward, pushing the head of his cock into her slit and against her clit. She
shook in pleasure and groaned. Then it was gone, resting again against her slit.

　　　　“What?” she asked.

　　　　“I won’t give it to you until you deal with your issue.”

　　　　“What issue is that?” she asked, wiggling her hips, trying to entice him further.

　　　　“I don’t want to call you Patricia.”

　　　　She froze and locked eyes with him. Her heart was pumping hard now and a pit grew in her stomach.

　　　　“I uh,” she said stumbling to find the words to respond.

　　　　“I won’t call you that mom,” he said. She felt her lips spread as he pushed forward. Shuttering, she moaned in more frustration.

　　　　“Fuck me, Daniel,” she begged.

　　　　“Not until you say it right,” he said narrowing his eyes at her.

　　　　“What the hell do you want me to say? Oh...” she was trying to get angry, but then his meat was rubbing against her clit. It was getting to hard for to
concentrate and as she gripped the sheets, the teasing was driving her mad.

　　　　“I want you to tell your son to fuck you,” he said to her.

　　　　“Daniel, fuck me,” Patricia said.

　　　　“No mom. Tell your son to fuck his mother.”

　　　　Shaking and becoming more irate with the denial, Patricia realized at that moment she was fighting a losing battle. There was no going back. She couldn’t get up and walk away. It was already done, and the only way to stop is if Daniel refused. She didn’t want that by a long shot. Just having him around was a tease and she would be driven insane not having him. She loved him.

　　　　“Fuck me, son, fuck your mother,” she said. The pit in her stomach disappeared at the moment his cock pushed passed her vulva and her pussy swallowed his cock.

　　　　“Oh son, yes,” she screamed, cumming with a few strokes. He kept reaming her out and the orgasm built into higher levels of pleasure, reducing her into a screaming banshee.

　　　　“Jeez mom, you okay?” Daniel asked bringing her out of euphoria and back into reality.

　　　　“I didn’t tell you to stop,” she said with obvious sadness in her voice. She wanted to be destroyed to complete satisfaction.

　　　　“I have to in a second. Pretty sure the Pizza is close.”

　　　　“Fuck the pizza guy,” she said.

　　　　“Would you?”

　　　　The question stopped her mentally. She contemplated if he was really offering.

　　　　“It would make one hell of a tip,” she said. “I thought I was your woman?”

　　　　“You are, but I don’t want you to get bored,” he said.

　　　　“Son, I haven’t had sex in eighteen years before yesterday. You aren’t going to bore me,” she said, but she didn’t know if the words were true or not. She wanted them to be, but he was leaving at the end of the summer for college. What would she do then? Frankly, she knew that her heart would be in the right place, but there would be no faithfulness on her part. Once the nymph had been let out, it wasn’t going back in. Only thing there would be is the amount of dick
she would want.

　　　　“I lo-”

　　　　Patricia knew what he was going to say and cut him off by leaning up and kissing him on the mouth. Yoga had paid off and she gripped her shoulder, pulling herself up and putting all her weight on him. With a twist of her legs, she got him to turn and fall onto the bed, all way keep him buried in her watering snatch.

　　　　“It’s my turn now,” she said breaking the kiss. “Hold on son, this is going to be a rough ride.”

　　　　“Whoa mom, slow down,” he said, but she couldn’t. She had leaned forward, breasts hanging above his face and began rocketing her hips up and down,
keeping his cock from burying itself fully in. Finding a frantic pace, she fucked him unabashed.

　　　　“No, I won’t. You’ve teased me too much today young man.”

　　　　His hands gripped her ass, there was pressure, which did slow her pace a little, but then, it also allowed his cock to rub a spot that just made her cream.

　　　　“Oh? I need more.”

　　　　“Mom I can’t hold on,” Daniel said suddenly.

　　　　“Give it to me son, plaster mommy’s cunt with your hot jizz. You like it? You like fucking your mother?”

　　　　His eyes were closed.

　　　　“I’ll stop right now, answer me, son,” she demanded slowing her hips.

　　　　“Mommy, don’t stop. Please. I love it,” he cried out in fear. Patricia loved that he was reduced to being like her. A slave to one's body and needs. With gusto, she picked up the pace to where it was before and watched intently as he tried to hold on.

　　　　“Let it into me honey. Give me your cum.”

　　　　The moment his cock spurted into her, she felt it. The heat in her rose and she cried out her joy in his finish. What made her happy is the amount of control she retained of her cunt. Without even taking his full length in, she had made him cum.

　　　　“Was that good honey?”

　　　　“Yeah mom, I can’t go on,” he said.

　　　　“I hope you can. Mommy ain’t satisfied yet.”

　　　　Getting off of him, she laid back on the bed.

　　　　“Why did you give this up for eighteen years?”

　　　　“For you honey.”

　　　　“I don’t get it. You could have had sex many times without me knowing.”

　　　　“That is the key honey. You’d know. I wouldn’t be able to stop. You were my priority and without being abstinent, you would have been neglected.”

　　　　“You gave up sex so you wouldn’t neglect me?”

　　　　“I’m a slut son. Always was until I got pregnant.”

　　　　“You never mention my father.”

　　　　“Because I don’t know who it is and never tried to find out.”

　　　　“Oh,” he said. Patricia could see his face wrinkle up in thought. “Why?”

　　　　“Honey, the men I used to fuck were everybody. Last thing I wanted was to track down a loser or worse, someone who would insist on a relationship and interfere with raising you.”

　　　　He shifted around.

　　　　“I wish I knew,” he said.

　　　　Patricia could understand that. Her own father had walked out on her family when she was very young. It was part of the reason as to why she ended up being such a slut. His leaving had forced her mother to make terrible decisions and one of those had ended up putting her in jail and her children in foster care.

　　　　“I know. Maybe we can track him down,” she offered.

　　　　He sat up and they looked at each other. Something happened then, something that brought them even closer.

　　　　“Mom, you're beautiful.”

　　　　The sincerity of the comment made her blush.

　　　　“Thank you.”

　　　　“So I’ve decided on something.”

　　　　“What’s that?”

　　　　“I want you to blow the pizza guy for a tip.”

　　　　“What!?”

　　　　He laughed.

　　　　“I’m not joking mom. I can see that giving up sex was hard. What are you going to do when I leave for college?”

　　　　“I hadn’t thought that far ahead,” she lied.

　　　　“Well, as long as I approve, I don’t see an issue.”

　　　　“Son, yesterday you were a bumbling virgin. Today you are super assertive. What happened?”

　　　　“You made me into a man mom.”

　　　　A man. Was that all there was to it? Patricia thought about it.

　　　　“So you want me to blow the delivery guy?”

　　　　“Yeah, I took a look at some of your videos,” he said actually blushing.

　　　　“Sorry son, I watch a lot of porn. Only thing to use and there are a lot of fantasies.”

　　　　“Do you really mean you're a slut?”

　　　　“I could tell you stories, but why upset you.”

　　　　“What’s the limit?”

　　　　“For sex? Anything goes.”

　　　　“Even anal?”

　　　　At the mention, her anus quenched, sending a shudder of anticipation.

　　　　“Especially that. By the time we get you more experienced, you’ll have done everything you can with a woman.”

　　　　The door bell rang.

　　　　“So how should I greet him?”

　　　　Daniel smiled.

　　　　“Naked .”

　　　　Without responding, she got up and as cum ran down her leg, she rushed downstairs to greet the pizza delivery man. She paused in the front of the door, hoping no one else would be around when she did, but figuring what the hell, she ripped the door open.

　　　　The pizza guy didn’t even look up when he read the order off from a receipt. He was definitively a college nerd, much like her son was soon to be. Red shirt and black slacks, the only thing goofier was his thick rimmed glasses, freckled face, and red curly afro. It made her want to laugh, but instead, she cleared her throat.

　　　　“Whoa ma’am, what are you-”

　　　　“Shhh, come on in, I have your tip,” she said stepping forward and placing a single finger over his mouth. Turning around she swung her hips and ushered him inside. He followed.

　　　　“What’s your name pizza guy?” she asked him. He stuttered out Jeremy. Whatever was going on his every day, this possibility had probably never
occurred to him. She dropped in front of him and unzipped his pants.
　　　　“What’s a matter honey, aren’t I pretty?”

　　　　She looked up at him while she held his limp cock in her hand. He looked down at her and she bit her lip. The scenario was making her horny again.

　　　　“Come on Jeremy, I thought I ordered sausage,” she pouted. He began to grow in her hand. “That’s better.”

　　　　With a moan, she began to suck him off. Jeremy had to be a virgin. A college geek caught in the crossfire of her son’s generosity and her needs. Frozen while she worked his now fully erect penis in and out of mouth. He wasn’t as big as Daniel, which was a considerable size, but one day Jeremy would make a woman happy with what he had. Not that she could complain, he was making her happy right now. With a final grunt, he filled her mouth. She drank him down moaning and fingering herself. When the last bit of tasty cum was sucked out of his deflating cock, she had to force herself from sucking him off and fingering herself. Honestly, she would have loved to suck him too being hard again and drag him into the bedroom for more fun, but Daniel had been specific.

　　　　“Alright Jeremy, how much I owe you?”

　　　　He mumbled and just set the pizzas on the ground before walking out the door. Surprised, she was almost offended she didn’t get more of a compliment from him.

　　　　“Alright, free pizza. Good job mom,” Daniel said before running by and scooping up the boxes. He disappeared from sight as he made it to the kitchen and she liked how his pale ass looked. Getting up and heading to the kitchen where Daniel was already devouring a slice of pizza, she leaned against the entrance to look at him.

　　　　“He didn’t say anything.” she said.

　　　　“What? That rude bastard. Sucked the words right out of him huh?”

　　　　She laughed and he joined her.

　　　　“Do you want a slice?”

　　　　“Not until later. Full stomach.”

　　　　“Oh,” he said taking a bite. He continued with a mouthful. “So what’s next?”

　　　　“Whatever you want,” she said with a wink.

　　　　The next morning, Patricia woke up wonderfully sore. Even showering out her pussy stung and hurt, but she massaged it with love. After the pizza, her
son pounded her all night, but the hadn’t made it to anal. The room was destroyed and it smelled of sex, but nonetheless, she got ready for school. Daniel wouldn’t even rouse and feeling gracious, let him sleep.

　　　　At school, her day went by slow. Within a few hours, her sore cunt recovered and began to ache once more. By lunch, she was trying not to dance as the
fire raged between her legs. She made a mental note to pick up lube later on her way home. Hopefully that night, she would be able to lure Daniel into pounding her back door. So far, he had really concentrated on just her cunt, but there were other needs too to be met.

　　　　Alicia was the only one to walk into the classroom when the bell rang at lunch. With confusion, Patricia closed the door and wondered briefly if she could get away masturbating with just one student in the room. It wouldn’t be that hard to remain quiet and it would be a big turn on. With the door closed, Patricia was astonished when Alicia rushed past.

　　　　“You need a pass?”

　　　　But the girl didn’t respond as she brushed by and opened the door. She closed it behind her. Curious, Patricia walked over to the girl’s seat and spied her backpack. Sticking out of the top was the comb that had been stolen yesterday. Panic went through her, but she took the brush and placed it in her desk. She was tempted to look for her panties, but with no bearing on Alicia’s return, she figured she would just confront the girl. While she waited, Patricia kept asking herself why a girl would take her things. The door to the class opened and Alicia walked in, closing the door and heading back to her seat.

　　　　“Alicia, come up here please.”

　　　　The girl had just sat and looked down to realize her backpack had moved. There was fear in her eyes as she stood in front of Patricia,

　　　　“Grab a seat,” Patricia said.

　　　　“Yes ma’am.”

　　　　The girl grabbed a chair and sat down.

　　　　“Would you care to explain?”

　　　　“I uh about what?”

　　　　Patricia smiled.

　　　　“You took some things yesterday. I’m not mad, I promise. I just want them back and would rather not involve anyone else.”

　　　　“I don’t have them.”

　　　　“You had my brush.”

　　　　“Yeah, I wanted to put it back, I realized taking both was a bad idea.”

　　　　“So where are my panties?”

　　　　“At home and hidden.”

　　　　“Why did you take them?”

　　　　The girl blushed heavily.

　　　　“Oh god, I get it.”

　　　　“I’m sorry. Please don’t tell anyone.”

　　　　The girl hadn’t realized that even if Patricia wanted to, there was no one to tell. If anyone found out her job was gone. The first thing they would ask is
why she kept a pair of panties in a box in reach of students. Worse, they would want to know why the panties were there in the first pace. It was her turn to blush.

　　　　“I’m flattered Alicia, but I really need those back.”

　　　　“I don’t want to give them back. They may be all I ever get.”

　　　　Patricia froze looking at the girl. Alicia’s green eyes looked like they were getting ready to water as the girl struggled.

　　　　“You want more?”

　　　　The words left her mouth before she could think about them. Even though she should be mad or at least having a total meltdown in freaking out, the situation turned her on. It had been longer still since she had a thing with another girl. Would Daniel mind? Would he want a threesome? The prospects made her pussy quiver in more anticipation.

　　　　“I think about it all the time.”

　　　　“Mind if I ask if you're a lesbian?”

　　　　“No, I like boys, but you, you’re just so hot and sexy. Everyone talks about how much of a tease you are.”

　　　　A tease? Patricia balked at the idea. She wasn’t a tease.

　　　　“I don’t try to be a tease. So you want me just because I’m hot?”

　　　　“No, that’s a big part of it. I don’t have a good home life and your class is a haven. Your nice, nicer than anyone is to me.”

　　　　Patricia mulled over her choices. She knew professionally she should end the conversation. The inner slut though wanted the girl. Plus, she could get her son a date too.

　　　　“Where do we go from her?” Patricia asked.

　　　　Alicia blushed even more and Patricia knew she had some labia swollen with the same shade between her legs.

　　　　“I uh, well, I don’t want to be in trouble.”

　　　　“You’re not. Honestly, Alicia, you have complete control of the situation. You could turn me in.”

　　　　“I don’t want that,” the girl blurted out, waving her hands in nonaggressiveness.

　　　　“What do you want?”

　　　　Patricia leaned back and crossed and uncrossed her legs.

　　　　“I want you.”

　　　　“So blackmail?”

　　　　“No, only if you want it...” the girl trailed off.

　　　　“Have you met my son?”

　　　　“Daniel? Yeah, he’s cool.”

　　　　“Okay, I’ll tell you what. Ask him out and I’ll let you have whatever you want.”
　
　　　“Are you serious?”

　　　　“I am.”

　　　　Alicia’s brow furrowed. Then she smiled big.

　　　　“Okay. I want all of it. I’ll ask your son out as soon as I see him.”

　　　　Patricia smiled and reached for a pen in her desk and wrote down her home address. She handed it to Alicia.

　　　　“For secrecy nothing will ever happen at school. You mention this to know one. Daniel isn't here today, but you can ask him later at my place.”

　　　　Handing the note over, Patricia could have sworn the girl was about to pee herself in happiness.

　　　　“Deal.”

　　　　At that, Patricia smiled at her, lifted her dress and pulled down her panties.

　　　　“To seal the deal for now,” she said. Alicia snatched the soaked fabric away like they were a drug.

　　　　“Won’t your son ask what’s up?”

　　　　“I’m sure you both will be surprised.”

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