Uptown Spunk 2

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i****t—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a c***d, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways.

This is a fantasy of consensual i****t between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about consensual sex between relatives. If this offends you, do not continue any further.

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“Ohhhhhh!” groaned the beauty as she was mounted from behind.

She closed her eyes and tossed back her head, then tilting it to the side to further avoid the descending shower water. Her hands were pressed against the wet tile, legs spread and curvy ass cheeks upturned in a lewd, inviting way.

First was the feel of his strong hands on her ample hips. Next was the touch of his prick. When the lengthy, stiff, throbbing member touched her right buttock, she shivered. When it dragged to the left and rested on her butt-crack, she gasped. Then came his whispered directive.

“Spread ‘em.”

She thought she had already offered him spacious access to her anxious cunt. She really didn’t care, though. The lusty command made her labia flare with more arousal, more yearning. Her long, sleek legs inched outward.

She was soon rewarded when the knob-like top of his penis was placed against the very moist opening of her womanhood. His hands took a stronger hold of her hip flesh. Then he smoothly pushed forward, the purple helmet delving in between the pliant, wrinkled folds.

The penetration was slow…excruciatingly, pleasurably slow. It was just as he had intended.

“Aaahhh!” he moaned.

The beauty relished how inch by inch of the sleek, succulent cock was inserted into her moist cake. There was a part of her which wished he just slammed it in. Then there was the other part of her which was not only thrilled at the gradual approach in terms of the luxurious sensations she was enjoying, but also marveled at his technique. He could take his time, giving pleasure as much as receiving it.

“Sooooo good!” she hissed, not sure if her critique was heard by him considering the water falling from the nozzle.

When his testicles clanged against her, they both grunted. He had completely filled her up. She looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were glazed over and she was biting her lower lip. His eyes also had a glassy appearance, but mixed with a knowing confidence.

As the shower splashed down on both of them, they hungrily stared at each other. Then he began thrusting…gradually. Her mammoth, hanging breasts, topped with diamond-hard nipples, swirled around.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh!” she stammered in carnal bliss.

The hot and wet, silky grip of her pussy egged him on.

“Aarghh!” he huffed.

The pace of his thrusts increased to a steady clip. The seesawing of his dick in her gash got her literal juices flowing.

“Oh yesss! Fuck meeee!” screamed Athena Dante as her son Rob was screwing her yet again this night.

*

The illicit couple had left The Ladies Room club in their own personal cars. Her Hyundai Elantra followed his Caddie ELR Coupe for the twenty minute drive to his Port Chester home. It had been a monumental night for both of them. They had committed the most taboo sexual act, unplanned—and in public, unbeknownst to everyone in the establishment. As if the lustful act wasn’t enough, there was the double-downing of the unexpected; an emotional chord was struck between the two.

Can you fall in love with your mother right after you fucked her? And vice-versa?

These were the questions swirling around Rob’s mind as he drove.

Robby Threads had gotten the sense—and physical cues—from previous women that he slept with from the Room when they had fallen for him. Most of his lovers knew their relationship was strictly physical. The few who had ‘gone emotional’ he had to carefully let down, emphasizing the nature of his job, and that he personally didn’t want anything beyond a mutually satisfying lay. This was all thrown out tonight with his mom.

He slowed down at the traffic light which was just before the turn he made to go up the small hill and into his driveway.

“Oh shit,” he commented exasperatedly.

Van Halen’s Why Can’t This Be Love? was the song right after the commercial.

He rolled his eyes. Then he glanced in the mirror at the Elantra. His mother was smiling at him. Rob wondered if she was grinning because she was listening to the same radio station.

Man, she has a dazzling smile.

The light changed. Young Dante was lost in the vision of the gleaming Athena. She tapped her horn. The brief sound woke him from his reverie. He saw the green light, flicked his directional and made the right turn. Her car shadowed the Caddie and was soon parked next to it. The two got out of the vehicles and walked hand-in-hand along the short pathway from the garage to the front door.

“Very nice,” the 42 year-old parent appraised the dwelling, standing in the living room. “Stripper money?”

Rob’s face was a pretend look of hurt after he locked the door.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sonny boy,” she quipped.

He smiled at her. She returned it. Then they stepped toward each other. Standing nose to nose, the smiles disappeared into looks of longing, and emotional apprehension. The looks morphed into a long, sensual, wet kiss.

The smooch broke and they rested their foreheads against each other. Mother and son both looked down, then into each other’s eyes. They were visually asking each other questions neither one could provide answers for at the moment. She ended the stalemate.

“I—we—should get cleaned up.”

“Yeah,” he agreed while clearing his throat. “The bathroom is this way.”

She put her hand against his chest to halt his movement. He looked quizzically at her. Athena was hesitant.

“I’m nervous,” she stated.

“About taking a shower?”

The sarcastic reply interrupted her apprehension. She chuckled and playfully slapped his arm.

“I am too,” he confided.

“It’s been a crazy night,” she summarized.

“’Crazy’ doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

She nodded.

Then there was silence, and more gazing into each other’s eyes.

“You said back at the club that you didn’t want to make the same mistake Dad made. What did you mean by that?”

“Mom, you are a gorgeous woman,” he replied. “You’re a survivor, an overcomer, intelligent, strong-willed and…INCREDIBLE in the sack.”

She smiled, loving all the compliments.

“Something clicked when we were fucking back at the club. Seeing you in that dress, then out of that dress, the whole i****t thing got me so incredibly horny. I truly have never felt so turned-on like that with any other woman before. But then when we were actually screwing, it beyond the sex and i****t. I started feeling something ‘real.’ Again, I haven’t felt that with any woman I fucked before. Well, not since…”

Athena was shaking her head. She was silently telling him he didn’t have to mention the name of his ex-fiancée who had cheated on him. She had learned of this devastating betrayal in one his emails. It had torn her heart, both as his parent and as a fellow recipient of broken fidelity.

Rob listened to his mother. He did not utter his ex’s name. But he did continue, first running his fingers through his hair, looking about the room, and feeling very exasperated and lost.

“Shit! I’m something else, aren’t I? I not only unexpectedly fuck my own mother—enjoying it immensely, but then I fall in love with her!”

She stared at him with a warm, endearing look.

“Hey! Hey! It takes two to tango. I was planning—more like hoping—to get Marti’s sloppy seconds with a stripper. I didn’t know the stripper was going to be my son. And I too, loved how you screwed me six ways from Sunday.”

She paused, to lock her eyes onto his.

“I have also fallen in love tonight…with my son. Then, we are both something else.”

The parental words eased him—and her.

They kissed, tenderly and slowly.

Athena’s playfulness kicked in. She put her nose to his chest, inhaled, and withdrew displaying a disgusted look.

“Son, you smell like your old dirty diapers.”

He laughed.

“And I was going to be a gentleman by holding the shower door for you.”

She chuckled.

They passed through the bedroom. Athena glanced at the Texas king size bed and wondered about all the women who had been there. She knew she was next. The onset of excitement began in her nether region. She also had butterflies in her stomach, more akin for a teenage crush.

Rob reached in and turned on the light. She looked around and appreciated the spaciousness and modern look of the bathroom. Then she began disrobing.

In lustful fascination he watched her, his eyes flaring and his penis hardening. The sexiness of her mouth-watering, MILF body was once again being shown to him. With her clothes puddled around her feet and her heels discarded, the divorcee was completely nude. She sardonically viewed the apparel difference.

“Well, Threads, are you going to take a shower in your clothes?”

The 23-year old chuckled at the dig and began undressing—fast. In a matter of seconds he was bare.

He gazed at her, she at him. Their hungry looks were accented by their labored breathing. Young Dante was like a deer caught in headlights. In a way, he was caught in her headlights. Athena’s large, full tits rose and fell with each aroused breath. It boggled his mind that the two bloated nipples before him were the same ones which nursed him as a baby.

She adored his muscles and chiseled top. But it was his outstretched dick which captivated her. In the well-lit bathroom, Athena could take her time in marveling at its satisfying length and girth. The vein seemed fuller. The scrotal sac was taut. She licked her lips as the ample, pulsing rod pointed at her.

She flashed a provocative, “come hither” look to him and turned around, stepping into the shower. Rob was visually glued to her generous buttocks spread as she moved into the stall. The stripper followed.

Getting clean was their original intention. That would be delayed by the return—or the continuation—of untamed, taboo lust.

“Spread ‘em.”

*

The sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh was an acoustic, X-rated flurry. The raw sex was getting good to both of them. Rob loved screwing a woman from behind. For him it was a****listic, just like when a male b**st mated with a female one. Not only was it back-door lovin’, but it was a great symbol of the male conquering the enthusiastic partner.

What is more a****listic, his horny mind reasoned, than conquering your own hot and very willing mother?

Athena loved bathroom sex. She often was the giver and receiver of showery, Sapphic love with Marti. In the wonderful beginning years of her marriage she got such a thrill being on her knees blowing her husband while under the flowing shower.

“Uggh! Ahhh! Oh!”

“Arrrgghh!”

It was a hedonistic “cause and effect” scenario. The unrelenting pounding Rob was giving Athena caused her cunt to lubricate faster, its greedy insides wildly slurping and releasing his charging prick. The effect was that he fucked quicker and more feral—like there was no tomorrow.

“Ohhhhh, shit, mom!” he bellowed gazing down at her quaking butt cheeks. He massaged them, then pried them apart to view the actual intercourse.

“You’re the greatest piece of ass—ever!”

The randy compliment got the Italian-Cuban goddess amped up. She was already doing an outstanding job meeting his jabs by throwing her ass backward at him. A few seconds later Athena wiggled her rear, causing his manhood to squirm inside of her, along with hastening the release of her juices.

“You bet I am, son!” she confidently agreed.

There was a bit more of the lust-filled, untamed pitching and catching. Then she mashed her back into his chest and turned her head to the left, signaling for a kiss. The strapping lad pushed his mouth toward hers. Their fevered, wiggling tongues met and dueled.

He brought his hands to her front and cupped her jiggling mammaries.

“Oh!” she yelped!

His touch was everywhere on her heaving chest. He mauled her breasts, repeatedly and wildly. His hands caressed and squeezed the fleshy rack, paying special attention to the curvy underside. He lifted them as if weighing them. His thumbs and forefingers were having a field day with her fiery, turgid nipples. He rolled them, tweaked them, causing her to whimper in his mouth while they Frenched.

Rob and Athena were beside themselves. They were submerged in the world of consensual i****t. Any pretense or feeble excuse was left at the club. They would deal later on with the mental and emotional aspects of their earlier, unplanned union. Right now they were lost in the scorching decadence of the moment.

Athena pushed off his chest, bent forward, and reattached her palms to the tile. Rob’s reaction was automatic. He gripped once again her flaring hips and revved up his spearing.

“Fuck me, baby! Fuck me, good! That’s it!” she salaciously cheered on. “Fuck momma good!”

“Uggghhhhh!” he snorted.

The babe’s breathing was a heavy pant. Her greedy, syrupy, white-hot pussy was squeezing his driven phallus for all its gratifying goodness. Every time he “rang” her cervix, she saw stars. Athena had sailed into sexual delirium, and became ‘thirsty.’

“Let me know when you’re going to come,” she growled.

Moving like a piledriver, tapping away at the illicit snatch, Rob could only offer his compliance as a stutter.

“Oh—oh--okay.”

A few moments later, he did as he was told.

“Mom! Mom! I’m going to cum!”

Her eyes had been closed, relishing in the All-Star boning she was getting. Once she heard the warning, her pupils flew open and she looked over her shoulder.

“Get out of me and step back,” she directed.

Stupefied but ever the obedient c***d, Rob pulled out his well-endowed dick from Athena’s twat. A small “plop” could be heard even within the falling shower. He stepped back to the edge of the bath mat, astonished at what he witnessed next.

The horny mom pushed herself off the tile, stood straight, turned around so she was directly facing him, and lowered herself to her knees. She looked at the stiff, quivering cock, entirely laminated in her pussy juices. She grabbed it by its base and directed it to her waiting, open mouth. Her lips quickly engulfed it, taking it deep into her mouth. She closed her eyes, ecstatic over the dual taste of man-meat and her sap. When her tongue lifted up to the penile underside, Rob’s seed erupted out.

“Aaaarggghhhh!” roared Michelangelo’s David.

The first salvo of the thick, hot cream splashed against the back of her throat. It jolted both of them, him pushing forward and thus pushing her head back slightly. His penis was like an unmanned fire hose with the water turned on, swirling all around inside her mouth and painting it white. Her eye lids began to flutter as the rich, salty flavor of his cum slid down her esophagus and deliciously encompassed her sense of taste.

Athena’s throat muscles recovered from the initial discharge, but not before some of the forbidden spunk drooled out of her nursing lips. This didn’t matter to her. In fact, because she was unable to fully intake his jizz she felt even more wanton. Her awareness of the male cream oozing down her chin catapulted her lust beyond the stratosphere.

Rob looked down and was in awe of the uber-hot scene before him. His beautiful, nude mother was working his spewing dick like a porno queen. She gazed up at him with profound lust, her cheeks shallowed and her chin white from the leaking magma.

“Ohhhhhhhh, mom!”

She gave him a sexy wink and grasped the bottom of his shaft. She started jacking him. Then she opened her mouth, offering him an extremely raunchy display. Rob saw the inside of her mouth was cum-filled, the white pool being expertly swallowed while at the same time his fat cockhead was replenishing the pool with more release. Her eager, waggling tongue was covered in the sticky whiteness.

Athena closed her jaws around the virile organ and greedily clung to it. As he continued his eruption, she began to climax. Her vagina throbbed and her hips bucked as the orgasm swept over her like a thunderstorm. She moaned and mmm-ed loudly, removing the hand which was on his back leg and placed it between her thighs. She fanned her electric clit to expedite her own carnal crescendo.

Since Rob was lost in his own orgasmic world, he had no idea the increased suction and jacking he was enjoying was because his mom was herself climaxing. All he knew was the sucking got harder and the jacking got faster. He rubbed his fingers through her sopping hair, holding her head and rocking back and forth, fucking her mouth and ejaculating into it.

When the lovers finished their culminations, she released his prick with a resounding smack. Athena licked her lips like a just-fed cat, not wanting to miss any drop of the precious man-sauce. She looked at the still-rigid pecker then up at him. The waterlogged 23-year old appeared haggard, standing on weak knees, with his mouth in a large ‘O’ shape. His breathing just started resuming normalcy. She stood up in front of him, grinning.

“Fuck, Mom! That blowjob was phenomenal!”

She was perversely thrilled, and giggled her appreciation. He continued his taboo rave.

“I’m serious! You could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch!”

“Well, thank you, son. As long as it’s this trailer hitch,” she commented while gently grabbing his dick and balls, “then I’ll continue my appreciated talent.”

They stared into each other’s eyes with a mix of lust and love. She broke the visual stalemate.

“Now let’s really shower.”

He handed her the bar of Dial from the soap dispenser.

*

“Ohhhh!” Athena softly moaned.

What? What’s going? she silently questioned.

“Oh! That feels wonderful!” the sleeping beauty assessed in a low, euphoric tone.

What’s happening? Where am I? Marti?

This groggy line of questioning was made to herself as she turned her head, eyes still closed.

“Ahhhhh!”

The luxurious wave of pleasure which was sweeping over her prone, bare shape emanated from her between her spread thighs.

“Oh! Yessss!” she sighed, now recognizing what was taking place.

The semi-comatose hottie was being eaten out in bed.

A wicked smile appeared over her face. She rolled her lush ass into the mattress, her eyes languidly opened as she once again turned her head.

Athena looked down and saw Rob between her opened legs and bent knees. His head was above her pubic bone, moving up and down. When it was on the upstroke, she felt his tongue running up and along the length of her moistening slit. On the downstroke she felt nothing. But then there was that tantalizing upward lap. And so on. He was licking her pussy like an ice cone, and as only Robby Threads can—slowly and confidently.

“Ohhh, son!” she purred, her eyes rolling back into her head.

Her girlfriend Marti was a black belt in cunnilingus. As the flat of his tongue glided up and over her elated sex lips, Athena knew Marti had competition. His numerous, deliberate northerly swipes purposely avoided the worried clit.

Rob started to nibble on her dewy petals, taking them gently into his mouth and rolling them between his lips then releasing them so they could spring back into their original, wrinkled form. The parental hips began undulating as her ecstasy took flight.

“Oh fuck! Ugghhh! That’s it, Robby, baby! Suck my cunt lips! Suck ‘em good!”

While he suckled and savored her labia, he became addicted to Athena’s crotch. The brewing ambrosia was quickly absorbed by his greedy mouth, tongue, and throat. The tangy—and forbidden—flavor held his taste buds spellbound.

“Hmmmm,” he critiqued, quickly licking his own lips and swallowing her essence.

At the same time her in-heat aroma overpowered his sense of smell. He took a deep, drawn-out hit of the wafting pungency. It was wet and earthy, like a marshy jungle.

“Ahhhh!” he sighed.

Rob was never one for d**gs. But now his mom’s pussy’s taste and smell was his meth and crack.

Athena’s arousal was rapidly increasing. She began to sensually grind her pubic area at her offspring. He jutted back his head to enjoy the view. Her racing stripe-shaped pubic patch was matted down from the prevailing humidity. Her lips were distended, wet, and opened like a blooming flower—with the nectar steadily flowing out. He blinked several times, dizzy while gazing at the sumptuous cunt which was harkening him back. He answered the call.

“Arrrggghhhhhhh!” she wailed, arching her back.

The handsome charger just shoved his outstretched tongue into her open, yearning pussy and began to tongue-fuck her.

Appearing like his head was nodding “yes,” Rob repeatedly speared the forbidden vagina with his tongue. Over and over his oral penis lunged in and out of the Athena’s impatient, fiery sheath. Sometimes he corkscrewed it in. Other times he drove it in and didn’t withdraw it, letting it remain within to enjoy her slick, sugar walls quiver around the tongue and coat it with fresh sauce.

“Oh, you nasty boy—shoving your tongue in Mommy’s pussy like that,” she mockingly chided him. “Oh yes! Shove your tongue in it! That’s it! Ohhhh, shit!”

Between her dirty talk and his hypersexual mind, Rob worked his protracted lingua like a Texas oil rig. He sounded like a cross between a panting dog and a patient when the doctor instructs, “Say ‘ah!’”

After a while, though, all that rocking-chair like motion was doing a number on his neck. He stopped, announcing, “Time out.” He almost chuckled at the apprehensive look she gave him, as the oral screwing she was so enthralled with abruptly halted. He slowly turned his head around in one direction, then the other. He did a couple more quick head and neck exercises then said, “Time in.”

Rob dropped his face onto the muculent cunt and slowly ground his face into it. He rubbed his face in deliberate, sensual circles over the mons. Then he massaged the sides of his face against her slippery thighs, giving licks and kisses to the wet and smooth inner thighs.

The fine-looking Adonis quickly returned to burrowing his face into the creamy nook and ravaged it with untamed passion. He was all over the place, his motions in no one particular direction for long. His mug frenziedly scoured east to west, then north to south. Next he would polish his mother’s cunt in blustery circles. Initially this was just with his face. After a while, he added his tongue to the cunnilingus party, torridly swabbing every square inch of her syrupy womanhood.

Athena was beside herself. All the neurons and synapses in her brain were firing off like firecrackers. The gratification her lover was giving her could only be described as monumental. His face, tongue, nose and mouth were everywhere and doing everything: licking, mashing, kissing, nibbling, penetrating, salivating, inhaling, and swallowing. He even briefly tantalized her perineum with a kiss and several laps. Rob moved over the sultry crotch like a tornado.

“Eat me, baby! Oh, yesss! Eat me! Ugghhhh!” Ahhh, just like that!”

The bombshell’s overflowing honey smeared down the crack of her ass. It also had completely basted Rob’s face, from chin to forehead including his ears. Her enflamed tulips were spread on his face, over his eyes and across his nose. He looked like a glazed donut.

During the decadent oral blitz, the strapping hunk would move his face just enough to get oxygen. Even then when he briefly rested his mouth and to breathe, his facial cheeks took over. They rubbed the mound and the thighs, smearing more of her juices and his saliva all over the place.

After a few more seconds of muff-mashing, Rob directed his efforts to the ultimate prize: her clitoris. As soon as his tongue made the first caressing pass over the pink, glistening, aching nub Athena’s sexy legs shot up forming a “V” and she screamed.

“Eeeeeeee!”

He gave it another tongue lap, followed by blowing on it like a birthday candle. His saliva and air had the desired effect. The pearl quivered animatedly, and her legs entwined around his neck.

“Ooohhhhh, fuck!” she grunted as her breathing became steady and asthmatic-like.

Rob, leering from his vantage point, grinned as Athena started pawing at her big, heaving tits. His high-spirited tongue then provided a flurry of licks to the exalted clit. She shuddered, her lower region thrashing about, and her pussy weeping uncontrollably. The sensations for her were pure ecstasy. The forbidden nature of who was titillating her made the ecstasy not just pure, but purely decadent.

“Aaaahhh! Oh! Yessss, Robby baby! Lick it! Lick my clit!”

Who am I too argue with Mom? he lecherously agreed.

For the next several moments, the stud’s tongue brushed away at the frenzied kernel. His motions were methodical and teasing. His eyes caught sight of the puddle on the mattress under her bucking ass cheeks; it was wider and seemed to have gotten deeper from before. His nose started nuzzling the clit in circular fashion.

The busty babe felt like she was going to loose consciousness from the sensory overload and her mighty, oncoming orgasm.

Rob wrapped his eager lips around the upright nub and sucked it. Athena went ballistic.

“Ugggghhhhh! Yes! Suck mommy’s clit! Suck mommy’s clit! That’s it! Yesssss!”

Rob nursed the clitoris, alternating between faster and slower suction. Athena’s head was wildly tossing side to side. Her curvaceous body writhed with epic gratification. It seemed as if her outpouring sap would never end.

“Almost there, baby! Aahhh! That’s it, you sweet son Suck my clit. Almost—“

She was interrupted by what Rob just did.

“--THERE!” she bodaciously finished.

The skilled lover had just slipped his index and middle fingers into the torrid, buttery and luscious cunt, finger-fucking Athena simultaneously as he suckled her love button. This sent her over the edge. The orgasm hit her big-time. Loud squishy sounds were the perfect underscore to her primal groan.

“I’m cummmmmingggg!”

Hearing this, Rob felt like he single-handedly won the Super Bowl, Stanley Cup, NBA Finals, and World Series all in one shot. When they had left The Ladies Room together last night, he couldn’t wait to eat out his mother. At that time he just didn’t know if it would be in the shower or this morning. He’d let it play out. It played out well.

Then he stuck his thumb into her anus.

“Oh FUCK!” she hollered.

Between the flurry of her convulsions and his own carnality, he wasn’t sure if this was accidental or not. The pudgy digit seemed to have a life of its own. He was now fingering Athena’s sodden cunt and ass simultaneously while savoring her clit.

The mother continued to spiral into a thoroughly epic crescendo. She was thrashing about while holding his head between her quaking, sticky thighs, literally humping Rob’s face into an orgasmic sunset.

A few more precious seconds of this taboo trifecta had Athena’s body react in a way it never did before. It surprised both of them. Her pubic region, with a mighty shove, dislodged Rob. His head was pushed back, hitting against her left thigh. His fingers remained within the orifices doing their job. Then Athena squirted.

“Aaahhh!” she hollered.

Both she and he watched as a potent stream of her juices flashed out. Then another and another. It was more spraying than squirting as her honey howitzer belched out her essence, coating his forearm and inciting his fingers to delve inward faster.

“Oh shit! Oh shit! Ohhhh, Robby!”

The former male dancer had a few lovers who squirted with intercourse. But never like this. It was a first for him. He didn’t know if this was a regular occurrence for her. It was for them, as lovers, another first. The whole thing lasted less than ten seconds. But during that short span Rob just sat there in erotic shock and awe, fingering Athena and watching as she painted him and the bed with her release.

When she finished, Athena was just coming to grips—physically and emotionally—what just transpired. In all of her sexual life no man or woman ever made her squirt. She couldn’t get over her son, of all people, incited her pussy to become a fountain. Her head felt like it was swimming. Her heart and emotions, already illicitly tied to Rob, went even more ape-shit over him now.

She saw him, sitting between her spread, tired legs, licking his hand and forearm. Rob was wearing a Kool-Aid grin and returning her look. His entire head looked like a freshly waxed floor, glossy with umpteen coats of her awesome sauce.

“You sweet, sexy b**st,” she murmured, her breathing still in the process of returning to a customary rate. “You made me squirt…for the first time!”

The stallion felt decadent pride, and forbidden love.

“What’s a good son to do? Well,“ he said, moving his body to lay beside her, “your good son.”

She chuckled, his face so close to hers. Athena smelled her musk on him, viewed her sticky gloss on him. She leaned in to kiss him.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too.”

The tangy goodness of her ambrosia was passed between the two mouths, their tongues languidly rolling over each other in a passionate French kiss.

*

After a day of breakfast in bed—buttered bagels, coffee, and juice on a tray brought to Athena by Rob—a doggie-style romp on the living room sofa before lunch, and then chilling out with sleepless in Seattle, the parent sadly announced she had to get home.

“Oh. Ok,” he glumly replied.

“I have to do the wash before work. I usually do it Sunday mornings, but this certain stripper…”

She didn’t finish. She just offered a weak smile. He responded with an equally feeble smirk.

It isn’t easy to finish a sentence or be minimally funny when having to leave for the first time the person you’ve just fallen in love with.

They kissed. It was one of love, and tinged with that first episode of longing due to impending separation. Their lips didn’t even want to part.

He cradled her face in his hands. Her heart ached. His lungs released a depressing exhale. Their foreheads touched when she entered his home. They touched now that she was leaving it.

She knew she was going to cry. It was just now a matter of her trying to hold it in during the 12 minute ride back to her White Plains apartment. They kissed again. This time it was hurried.

“Do me a favor?” Rob requested. He didn’t even try to hide the sound of urgency in his plea.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Call me when you get home.”

Stunned and uncertain, she asked, “Um, ok. Why?”

“I just want to make sure you get home safely.”

Athena was speechless. No previous lover including her husband during the honeymoon years of their marriage ever voiced such a concern. As if she couldn’t fall more in love with him…she just did.

“Oh, Robby,” she weepily uttered. “Yes. Yes, I will call you.”

She gave him a quick peck on the lips, spun around, and left. By the time her Elantra was out of his driveway, tears were streaming down her face.

When the divorcee got home and composed herself, she phoned him.

“I’m home,” she reassured after he picked up the phone on the second ring.

“I’m glad. I always want you to be safe and happy.”

“Thank you,” she softly said.

There was brief silence.

“Mom?” he started.

“Yeah?”

“I’m quitting The Ladies Room. I don’t want to be with any other woman. I want you and you alone.”

The parent sobbed.

“Mom, what’ wrong?!”

“Nothing’s wrong,” she blubbered. “Nothing at all is wrong. Rob, you’ve made so happy you cannot even begin to imagine!”

He smiled.

“I’m glad.”

“I love you son, my man.”

*

At their job the next morning, Marti was in Athena’s office.

“You didn’t call yesterday and I got so worried,” she feigned in an overly dramatic tone.

Then she gave a knowing grin.

“How was he?”

The parent closed her eyes and sighed.

“IN-credible!”

“How many times did he fuck you?” she begged.

“Twice.”

Marti said down in the chair opposite the brunette’s desk. She opened her legs, displaying her bare legs. Her fingers caressed an inner thigh, moving toward her pleasure junction.

Athena was aghast at her friend’s brazenness.

“Marti! What the fuck are you doing?!”

The dirty blonde leaned to the side of her other hand. The movement caused her legs to splay open further, revealing to Athena that her coworker was wearing a beige thong. It made Rob’s mother wheeze. It was the same one just three weeks ago Athena had taken in her mouth and pulled down Marti’s legs with her teeth.

Marti’s hand closed the door and resumed her original open-sitting position. The flats of the fingers of the other hand were now rubbing over the hilly mons.

“Where did he fuck you? How did he fuck you?” she seethed her lusty inquiry.

Beautiful Dante, with bugged out eyes viewing her friend rubbing her own barely-covered pussy, replied in hypnotized tone.

“In the shower Saturday night. Sunday afternoon on the sofa. Both times from behind.”

“Sssss!” Marti hissed, at the same time slipping her middle finger under the thong’s leg opening and curled it into her molten gash.

“Ohhh, I love it! Did he eat you?!”

The stacked mother was enraptured. Often, before getting into a torrid 69, the two cougars watched each other masturbate. Athena felt her own cunt getting damp.

“Yes...”

Marti’s crooked digit was now pumping in and out of her wet and wired cunt.

“…he ate me in the morning,” continued Athena. “This is how he woke me.”

“Aahhhh! A romantic. Niiiicce!”

The licentious coworker pulled out her middle finger and brought it upward. It glistened with her creamy sauce. She sucked it clean and then reinserted into her slit. Athena’s nipples now ached.

A few seconds of resuming fingering herself, Marti’s own daze was startled when she felt her thong’s gusset getting soaked. She already could smell her vaginal vapors; she didn’t want to cum on her girl’s office chair.

“You still have that bottle of Febreeze?” she worriedly asked while standing up.

The parent’s reverie was broken. She reached for the bottom drawer of her desk.

“Um, yea.”

Marti stepped away from the seat.

Athena sprayed the chair and her entire workplace.

“’thena I’m so sorry about that. Yesterday I figured you were getting screwed and I played with myself all day thinking about it. I was—am—truly happy for you. I got carried away asking for the details now.”

The apologizing beauty was straightening out her skirt and continued.

“Again, I’m sorry.”

Then the blonde bombshell noticed something. Her friend’s nipples were poking through her blouse.

She gave a knowing look and sauntered over to her colleague.

“I see you were getting turned on yourself just now, hmmm?”

She leaned into the seated beauty, surprising Athena by what she did.

“Ohhh!” the mother exclaimed.

She glided her hand under Athena’s skirt and rested the palm on her crotch.

“Mmmm,” Marti seduced. “Warm. Moist.”

The frisky stunner put her mouth to her friend’s closest ear, at the same time she moved her hand over Athena’s pubic mound.

“Aaahhh!” the brunette sighed, responding to the caress. Her temptress continued.

“Remember the times in the bathroom after work? How about that one time during the managers meeting—we almost got caught? We were so turned out when we got home we came buckets.”

Marti’s touch on the vagina was feathery. Its moisture grew. The MILF’s eyes were fluttering. She was panting.

A vision of Rob came to mind. Athena pushed away her friend’s hand.

Marti was taken back by this.

“Marti! We can’t.” Mr. Preston is due back this morning.”

Athena hoped a given fact would suffice and placate her coworker.

Thankfully it did. The blonde smiled.

“Ok, babe. You’re right. We don’t want that old fart seeing two of his managers putting on a lesbian show right near his office.”

She started walking out then turned back to Athena.

“I REALLY am glad you had a good time with Bobby Threads. He IS a great fuck.”

Marti left. Athena sighed in relief.

She crop-dusted her office again with the Febreeze.

*

With the return of her boss, things had gotten busy at the office. It was so hectic that Athena didn’t even realize her son hadn’t called or texted her. By the time she headed home, she was starving for the chicken leftovers in her fridge.

As she walked in the building hallway toward her apartment, she could see a note on the door. It read, “I have a delivery for you. -- Ms. D.” This was her neighbor, Ms. Diddlewurth, way down the hall. Athena chuckled to herself how much the widow looked like Estelle Getty from The Golden Girls. She padded down the opposite foyer and knocked.

“Ms. D, it’s me Athena. I got your note.”

She heard rustling within and the customary “Just a minute”. The locks were undone and the door opened. Athena gasped.

The octogenarian was holding a bouquet of 12 long-stemmed, red roses in a glass vase. She smiled at her younger neighbor.

“These came for you around 1.”

“They’re beautiful!”

An aged, wrinkled index finger pointed to the small envelope stapled to the cellophane wrapping.

“There’s a card here.”

The MILF’s smiled widely, her heart palpating. She knew who this was from without opening the card.

The elderly woman started shooing her away.

“Go on, dearie. Read your card. Enjoy your flowers.”

“Thank you so much, Ms. D for accepting the delivery,” she appreciated.

“Ah! No problem.”

After Athena returned to her own dwelling and started fishing for her keys, she heard her neighbor’s door being locked. When she got inside she placed the vased flowers on her kitchen counter and tore open the envelope.

“12 flowers of beauty for one beautiful woman. Love, Rob” was written on the egg-colored card.

Her lips started to quiver. She reached for her Smartphone.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hey, babe. The flowers are gorgeous!”

“They’re just like you.”

Smooth yet sincere.

“Thank you, son.”

“You’re more than welcome.”

Silence. Then she spoke.

“Have you had dinner yet?”

“No,” he answered and changed his tone to sound c***d-like. “And I’m really, really hungry, ma.”

“What do you want to eat?” The question was innocent. As soon as the words left her mouth she realized the double entendre.

His chuckle was beyond naughty.

“Behave,” she jokingly admonished.

“Mom, do you really want me to behave?”

Her answer was immediate.

“No.”

“Awright,” he said with an air of joking conceit. “You want me to pick up anything?”

“Just pick up that that luscious dick of yours and get over here. I need a nice serving of Tubesteak alla Threads.”

He burst out laughing.

“No more Threads,” he said.

She was quiet, then asked.

“What?”

“I went in late this morning and resigned.”

“Were they upset?”

“They were PISSED. But I don’t care. I have a nice savings account and a very good stock portfolio. Most of all, I have you.

He could her starting to sniffle.

“Please don’t cry, ma. You’re going to ruin my Italian delivery.”

Puzzled, she inquired, “What Italian delivery?”

“My hot sausage and peppers which I am going to deliver into that hot oven you call a pussy.”

*

Twenty-three minutes later mother and son were naked on her living room rug adjacent to their discarded clothes. She lay prone, with her killer legs splayed wantonly open. Kneeling before her open womanhood he held his vibrant, fleshy appendage, casually rubbing it over her drooling, puffy sex lips.

“Ohhhh, baby Robby! Don’t tease me like that,” she purred, rolling her bubble ass into the soft carpet and casually rubbing a hand over her stiff, mouth-watering nipples.

Masking his own increasing lust, he responded with an almost blasé, “Ok.”

Rob directed the tip of his spear to the wet and needy opening of her sex and merely nudged forward.

“Uggghhh!” she grunted as the plum-shaped top passed through her soggy, curtain-like folds and descended into her channel.

“Ohhhhh!” he sounded as he felt his prick entering a world of liquid velvet. Hot, liquid velvet, which pulled his phallus into its simmering depths.

The caring lover gingerly lowered his body onto hers, softly mashing her buxom breasts. Her teats sent electrical shocks throughout his chest as they grazed against him. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him. Her mouth, next to his ear, whispered her desire.

“Fuck me, Robby Baby! Fuck me GOOD and HARD!”

It was a combination of her lusty request, the exquisite feel of her vaginal walls—wet, tight, and embracing—and the wrapping of her legs around his waist which set off the hunk. Without any hesitation, he began fucking Athena with fast, pummeling strokes.

“Ohhhh, shit!” she yelled before his mouth found hers.

His young, lean hips were a blur as he pulverized her. Over and over, time and time again he rammed his hard-charging prick into the maternal cake. Her sizzling juices splashed against his balls and thighs. The wet, frantic, slapping sounds echoing throughout the apartment was akin to a porn movie.

Supporting himself in a standard push-up stance, Rob finished tongue-kissing his stunning cougar-parent and gazed down at her. She returned his look, her eyes narrowed and ablazed with forbidden, primal lust.

“Your cock feels AWESOME! Don’t stop, don’t stop. Mommy needs it BAD!”

Utilizing his youthful vigor, the muscled lad maintained staying power and was relentless in his vigorous tapping at the forbidden snatch. Meanwhile, her legs increased their hold around him, her cute toes curling as his sleek member was relentless in tenderizing her buttery cunt.

Rob couldn’t get enough of Athena’s pussy. Its heat and squishiness, the way its inner confines rippled and enveloped his shaft. The allure of the forbidden fruit. It was all—spectacular!

“So good!” he hissed. “Your pussy is SO FUCKING GOOD AND SWEET, Mom!”

This was music to the beauty’s ears. She slid her hands down to his ass and grabbed a hold of both sweaty, flexing cheeks. She clasped and squeezed his butt. He moaned and amped up his thrusts, grinding into her, sending his stiffness deeper and deeper into her juicy muff.

It seemed to her like Rob was determined to return to the womb from where he originated from. Her arousal increased exponentially. She blatantly rotated her opulent hips, shoving up her crotch to meet his downstrokes, and squeezed her cuntal muscles around his ramroding penis.

Athena loved her son’s reaction: his whole body shivered, his eyes bugged out, and his mouth was agape. She felt am intense, raunchy thrill. And power.

The envelopment of her vaginal muscles scorched his senses. It also got his male ego upset. Full of youth and sexual confidence, the ex-stripper was not to be undone.

He transformed into a juggernaut. He redoubled the strength in his arms and pounded into his mother like there was no tomorrow. Rob’s 7 inches of youthful manhood tantalized and satisfied her pussy.

Then, like a thunderstorm, the fierceness ended. He dropped the tempo. The expert stallion altered his thrusts to measured, deep, protracted insertions.

Athena had been tossing her head from side to side, releasing “Oh’s” and “Ah’s” when he was boning her at light speed. When he slowed she looked up at him, with wondering eyes. He was gazing down on at her with a cocky [pun intended] smile.

“You like that, mom? Hmmm? You like the way your son fucks you?”

He sensually rolled his hips, stressing his question, so that the next thrust caused his enlarged, throbbing dick to downreach enticingly slow into her creamy vortex.

The babe’s head immediately nodded and was followed by a hoarse, “Yea!”

Rob applied another unhurried, deep-seated plunge into the sweltering muff. He got that championship feeling in his mind again.

“Who owns your pussy, Athena?”

The mannish boy was planting his staff—literally and figuratively, laying decadent claim to the most forbidden vagina on the planet to him.

The cougar was out of her mind with lust and love for her cub. Mostly lust, at this moment. She willingly answered.

“You do.” she croaked.

Signed, sealed, and delivered! He lecherously surmised.

Having “closed” the deal, Young Dante was about to resume his ferocious fucking when he saw a strange look in her eyes. The appearance of primal wantonness had been replaced by a serene display of happiness. Athena gave him a small smile. Then a tear slid down her cheek.

Rob was balls-deep in her gash, and he was confused. Then she spoke, softly, to him.

“You, my son, own my pussy…my heart, mind, body, and soul!”

And with that, she came.

“Uggghhhh!” she moaned aloud.

Her curvaceous. luscious body tingled, then shook as her orgasm swept over her.

“Ohhhhhh, Robbbbbby! I’m cummmmming!”

Her vaulting cunt throbbed euphorically. Rob got the sense his mother was going to squirt again. No sooner did he withdraw then her juices gushed out. Her scream was a hybrid of ecstasy and satisfaction.

“Aaaahhhhh!” the bombshell groaned.

They were both visually captivated by the wellspring. The release was a one-timer and succinct, but robust. Much of the discharging ambrosia splashed onto the top half of his hard cock which bobbed wildly right in front of the open, gysering cunt. He grabbed the sleek shaft and jammed it back into the drenched twat.

Determined to wring out every second of this epic sequel, Athena frantically rubbed her clit. In brief moments of desperation not to loose the fleeting gratification, she hysterically patted her wired nub. Then she rubbed it again.

The shameless, lusty mom brought her soggy hand up to Rob. He lowered his head and engulfed her fingers. He hungrily sucked, and tasted her ambrosia. Once he cleaned all five digits, his tongue lapped at the offered and shiny palm.

Rob had resumed steamrolling his hard, willing prick into Athena’s custard pie.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”

“Oh, ah! Ohhhh!”

In less than a minute, it was time for the male culmination. Rob’s sweaty, swaying nuts tightened and his brain got that instantaneous alert.

“I’m gonna cum!” he announced.

Athena flung her arms around his neck and pulled him down onto her, and into her. She grunted when his hardness careened against her cervix. Then she whispered in his ear.

“Cum in mommy! Cum in your mommy!”

“Aaarrrggghhh, YES!”

The thick, desired, milky ropes jettisoned out of the pistoning cock. It was getting good for the studly son. He rolled his shoulders, pushing his ejaculating member further and further into the flooded vagina. The illicit elixir of her juices and his semen drooled out of the pleasured cunt.

Athena continued her i****tuous authorization.

“Cum in mommy! Ohhhhhhh, that’s it baby! Give it to me!”

She knew the force of his exploding drives would leave her sore tomorrow. She didn’t care.

“That’s it Robby! Ugh! Ah!”

“Arrrrrrr!”

“Momma’s so proud of you! Give me it! Give me all your lovin’!”

*

He was the first to fall asleep after the earth-moving crescendos. She was exhausted herself and had been cooing and cuddling with him as they rested. Athena looked over at the alarm clock on the night stand next to the bed. She set it for an hour earlier than her usual wake-up. She’d need to get dressed, go home, shower, eat and go to work. She rested her head on Ben’s ascending and descending chest.

*

For the next several weeks, the relationship between Athena and Rob developed pretty much like a “regular” boy-girl relationship: spending time together, wild fucking or passionate love making, spending time cocooning at each other’s places, and going out. When they dined out, danced or went to a movie their destinations were anywhere else but their native Westchester County.

It was the taboo nature of their bond which, while individually and collectively was their ultimate sexual high, weighed on them. There were no known precedents of this kind. She expressed her concerns and he listened attentively. He empathized and shared his own apprehensions. She in turn was “all ears” and displayed a typical mother’s caring. They would not realize until later on that these nocturnal and weekend heart-to-hearts would strengthen, deepen, and solidify their decadent connection.

*

Immediately after the Night of the Roses as they called it, the two made copies of the keys to their respective homes and began leaving things over each other’s place.

As he became more of a presence in her life and apartment building, Rob got Ms. D’s seal of approval. This was during a visit when he was bringing his laptop over to Athena’s. He introduced himself to her and after polite conversation, the elderly neighbor warned him.

“Robert, you look like a nice young man and I hope things work out between you and Athena. She is like a daughter to me. But let me say this! She has been through enough heartache with that bastard ex-husband and losing her c***dren. If you ever, EVER hurt her—physically, emotionally, whatever—I will shove my cane so far up your ass you’ll be able to lick the end of it!”

The muscled lad smiled and appreciated the heartfelt, genuine concern expressed by the elderly neighbor.

“Don’t worry, Ms. D.” he jovially reassured her while thinking to himself If this old bird knew who I really was and what I was doing with Athena, she’d have a coronary right here. “I would never hurt her.”

His pledge received a deadpan look from the woman. Her serious eyes bore a hole through him. She raised an index finger at him. Rob thought it looked like an eagle’s claw.

“I’m not FUCKING joking, Robert! I was the cumare of a well-known Bonanno capo. His son adored me more than his own mother! I still keep in contact with the k**. Unless you want to go Luca Brasi…”

She trailed off, not completing the statement. She only glared at him.

He felt fear. Honest, knees-shaking, heart-stopping fear. He managed a croaking response.

“I promise Ms. D. I will never hurt Athena in any way.”

Her stern, warning look changed instantly to a warm, sunny smile.

“That’s a good boy!”

A few days after their introduction, the former mistress met her pretty neighbor, giving her take on him.

“That Robby,” she commented with glee, “he seems like a really nice boy. Handsome, respectful—I think you got a winner there, Athena.”

She knew she had a winner.

“Me, too Ms. D.”

Then Diddlewurth leaned in as if relaying a secret.

“And,” she started in a hushed tone, “he’s probably hung like a horse.”

The MILF was shocked. The octogenarian flashed a wicked grin and finished the conversation with a movie quote.

“Yippee ki-ay, motherfucker!”

*

A few days later, Rob returned to his place with the last of her stuff.

“Hey, sexy,” he greeted strolling into the kitchen to see Athena cooking veal cutlet parmesan and ziti.

It was a stay-at-home Friday night for them. She had wanted to prepare one of his favorite dishes while he got her remaining necessities.

She spun around him with a look of anger.

“How dare you call me that?!”

She did look sexy. She was wearing one of his white T-shirts. His eyes bugged out when he first caught sight of her in the tight-fitting tee. It was like a second skin, magnificently covering and highlighting her lush rear. Actually it barely covered the nude, curvy cheeks. When she pirouetted to face him, her massive tits jiggled freely under the material, proving she was also braless.

The shapely sight before him quickly turned into a display of verbal fury. It left him dumbfounded and his rising cock shriveled in nanoseconds.

“I am your mother, young man! Don’t you ever forget that!”

Jeez first I get threatened by Ms. D and now I’m getting reamed out by Mom.

“I’m, I’m sorry, Mom,” Rob meekly stuttered.

“You better be, mister!”

Athena was breathing heavy. If she wasn’t so pissed, the rise and fall of her breasts in the tight T-shirt would have aroused him.

“Sexy?!” she asked incredulously. It was a borderline scream.

He was taken back. He had no idea why she was offended by his ‘hello’ but her blood was definitely up.

“Don’t you ever call me sexy again!” she demanded, walking toward him with narrowed eyes. She stood nose-to-nose with him.

Suddenly, her tone became playful.

“Call me ‘sexy goddess.’ But never just plain ‘sexy.’”

Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Rob, rolling his eyes back in an OMG way, felt relieved.

“Oh shit, Mom,” he sighed exasperatingly.

*

That night after dinner, Athena showed Rob the website for True M/S Love. The main page was a simple red background with the words “No greater love than that of a mother and son” in white calligraphy.

“Her name is Holly Connor and she is a psychologist who helps mothers and sons,” Athena surmised and then quoted from the site, ‘understand, appreciate, further and enhance their unique bond.’”

Rob clicked the Bio page and scanned Connor’s story.

“Her husband cheated on her, she and her son, Robert—“ Athena and he both smiled at the same names, “became lovers.” Young Dante read from the site.

The first time we made love was right after I discovered my husband was on his fourth girlfriend. I threw the bastard out of the house. I was crying and a wreck. Rob held me, comforted me. He reassured me everything was going to be ok. He also said that if he was his father he would never cheat on me. ‘I would have no reason to, not with such a magnificently looking lady’ like me, he stated.

I adored the compliment. Being in his arms was so soothing, safe, and comforting. I cannot remember the last time my husband held me tenderly like that. I looked into my son’s beautiful eyes, and at his rugged face. I felt such love. The smell of his Calvin Klein cologne Obsession for Men—oh, I love that one—took me away from the pain. Then I felt his penis get hard against me. He was soooo mortified. He jumped up from the living room couch where we were sitting, screaming apologies. I heard the apologies, but I didn’t listen. I was so mesmerized by his erection. It stood so tall and proud through his jeans. The sight of a big fat ‘one’—made big and fat through contact with my body—had my sexual being take flight. I was wet like a dish rag.

I calmed him down and told him how appreciative I was that he found me arousing. I kissed him lightly on the mouth. Then a little heavier. Before you know it, we were Frenching like Parisians. Hands were everywhere. Clothes were on the floor soon after. Then we fucked like two alley cats.

Ms. Dante was also perusing the autobiography. Her face saddened.

“Her son was killed by a drunk driver. She says the three years they were lovers were the best. Now she propagates the values and benefits of an i****tuous relationship between mother and son.”

Rob squeezed her hand. Athena’s smiled warmly at him.

“Let’s go see Dr. Connor,” he said.

She willfully nodded, then rest her head on shoulder after a slow, endearing kiss.

*

There was a one-week vetting process to see Dr. Holly Connor. The ther****t had to ensure her perspective clients were not in fact law enforcement officials. Once the mother and son checked out as genuine, they could see the empathetic, sympathetic, and ravishingly attractive doctor. When Rob and Athena walked into Connor’s office North Jersey office, they thought Julianne Moore was greeting them.

“The irony of it all,” Holly chuckled, “I look like an actress who in a movie played an i****tuous mother with her son.”

“But you had real love with your son,” Athena commented as she sat on the sofa in the clinician’s office.

“Yes,” Connor agreed.

A nostalgic smile, tinted by a bit of sadness, appeared across Holly’s face. She caught herself.

“Well, I’ve read your story. First let me say,” she began, “Athena, I almost cried when I read about your marriage.”

It was the Beautiful Dante’s turn to become reflective.

“Thank you.”

The the****utic focus shifted to the Adonis next to her on the couch.

“Rob, you were a male stripper?” she asked, her tone inopportunely revealing her personal interest in his occupation.

Almost apologetically, he responded with a flat “Yes.”

She did a quick scan of the seated young man.

I can see why he’d be a stripper. I’d stick a week’s worth of HMO payments into his G-string.

Her conscious mind restrained her from licking her lips. She continued.

“You two rediscovered each other through social media, and communicated via email for a while,” she was surmising from memory.

The counselor looked down at the tablet on her lap which had their intake form on its screen. Her eyes were moving across, reading the info. Her pupils then got wide. She looked at Athena and Bob then went back to the notes.

“You reunited at Rob’s strip club?!” she asked in astonishment.

The two nodded, somewhat awkwardly.

The redhead’s breathing became increasingly heavy.

“You too had no fore knowledge you’d each be there—together, on the same night?!”

“No,” they sounded in two-part harmony.

“That is soooooo fucking incredibly hot!” raved Connor.

Athena and Bob felt a combination of being thrilled and relieved at the approving evaluation.

Holly, meanwhile, was getting turned on. She never had patients who got together in such a manner. She shifted in her chair so that her long, bare, snake-like legs stretched out, one purposely crossing over the other. The spiked high-heel shoe of the crossed-over foot sexily dangled from the limb.

“Rob hadn’t mentioned in his emails what specifically he did for work,” Athena inputted. “I went to The Ladies Room with my coworkers. My friend, Marti, had just gotten divorced and we were throwing her a divorce shower.”

The psychologist, recalling this name from the data, interrupted her.

“This Marti, she was your friend and lover—correct?”

“Yes,” she answered matter-of-factly.

Hmmm, beautiful and bisexual. Yum!

Moisture was setting into the redhead’s panties. Her nipples were also becoming erect.

“So you go to this strip-joint for women to celebrate your friend’s divorce, and the main attraction turns out to be your long-lost son. How did you feel, Athena?”

It was becoming difficult for Connor to maintain a professional tone.

“Initially, I was mortified. I also felt angry that after all the money spent on his college, he was doing Chippendales.”

“Ok. You’re shocked and pissed. After making this very unique discovery, why didn’t you leave?”

The brunette shifted nervously in her seat, glancing at her son, down to the floor, and then at the ther****t.

“I would be embarrassed and have a lot of explaining to do the next day with Marti and at work on Monday.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Ladies Room is an establishment known to have public sex, often between the male dancers and the female patrons. Marti and I already planned for a threesome with a male stripper. Several of our coworkers also knew of this plan. How would that look?”

“You could have said you suddenly got sick.”

“Yeah, but…”

“But what?” Connor prodded.

“I got aroused.”

“You got aroused…by your stripper son?”

The counselor was hopeful they didn’t sense her cracking voice in the question. Holly’s nipples started to twinge while her secretions rained into the gusset of her underwear.

The parent felt like she was being literally squeezed. Her answer was a raspy admission.

“Yes.”

The next question was a decent attempt to sound clinical.

“What about Bob aroused you?”

“His looks. His body. The way he stripped.”

“What about the i****tuous element of this scenario? Did this add to your arousal?”

Athena was silent. Now she felt like she got busted with her hands in the cookie jar.

Come on! Say it! the clinical mind screamed to itself.

The parent maintained silence initially but relented.

“Yes.”

Holly was feeling lightheaded. Maintaining a professional, clinical veneer was difficult. She really wanted to play with her turgid, screaming teats and frig her searing gash. She, almost desperately, wanted to hear from the hunky dancer. She turned her attention to Rob but Athena spoke.

“I also felt something else.”

Shit!

“What was that?”

The doctor was proud of herself the way she was able to mask her frustration.

“I felt jealousy.”

Holly returned her attention to the bombshell patient.

“I felt guilt, then arousal, then guilt—it went on for several minutes. When I finally and completely joined the Dark Side/became Kay Parker, I was jealous. That was the ‘something else.’”

Holly—and Rob—were all ears.

“I was jealous of the other women, including Marti. I didn’t like them looking at him, touching him—everything. Even when Marti and I were sharing Rob—I didn’t like it.”

The Adonis blinked when he heard this revelation. The psychologist leaned in toward Athena, literally hanging on the tell-all words.

“He was my son. He was mine. Physically I enjoyed the threesome. But mentally I didn’t. I wasn’t completely into the whole thing until it was just him and me.”

Connor’s view moved to the studly offspring.

“How did you feel when you saw your mother?”

“When we were introduced by Marti, I was embarrassed. I felt shame. I was angrily thinking, ‘How the hell could this be happening?’ I felt bad for Mom when we first looked at each other. Then it changed.”

“What changed?” Holly queried.

“The way Mom was looking at me, well, my dick.”

Hot damn!

Holly’s cuntal lips, covered in her seeping honey, throbbed, and begged for attention.

“This was when?”

“I had stripped down to my G-string, which Marti removed. I was then naked in front of my mother in a strip club for women. When Marti introduced us and after the initial embarrassment, I saw Mom looking at my cock like the other women were. She was digging me.”

“Were you hard?”

The ther****t was coming to the end of not caring whether she sounded clinical or not.

“Yes.”

Holly’s thighs were beginning to do Kegel-like movements. Her needy, full-size tits quickly rose and fell as her labored breathing was frantic.

“I also noticed what a hottie my mother was.”

“So you now view your mother as a sexy woman and a sexy mother—your sexy mother. How did you feel about having committed i****t in public and no one knew about it?”

There was an intensity and hunger in the question.

“For me,” Bob replied, “it was THE hottest sex ever. It was unexpected and the whole aura around it—taboo, in a strip club, first a threesome, and then it was just mom and me—it was epic!”

That did it for Dr. Holly Connor. She was undulating in her chair and began to wail.

“Ohhhhhh!”

The patients, unsure of what was happening, just looked on puzzled.

“Aaahhh! Ugh! I’m cumming!” she raunchily declared.

Rob and Athena glanced at each other then back to their ther****t.

“Oh shit! Your, your story is scorching hot! I’ve never heard anything like this. Ahhh!
You’re making me cum—without being touched!”

The two couldn’t get over what was happening.

“Ugghhhh!” grunted the redhead, professionally dressed, yet moaning like a whore and thrashing like a fish out of water.

Holly tore open her blouse, several buttons flying in different directions. She was critically in need to free her yearning, full-to-overflowing breasts. Once the blouse was splayed open, she quickly released the two large globes of flesh from the bra. The cool air stimulated her already-worried nipples.

The excited, comely redhead slumped into her chair, pushing up her skirt. She was already climaxing but was so out of her mind with Grade A lust that she wanted to hasten it. Her smooth thighs parted. One hand frantically pulled aside the soaking pair of panties exposing her bald, pink, honey hole to the mother and son. The fingers of the other hand delved onto the humid mound and fanned the excited clit.

“Oh yessssss!” Connor cried.

The illicit lovers watched Holly with complete attention. In turn, they got turned on. Athena’s teats were like pencil erasers and her slit was rapidly moistening. She turned to her son. His eyes and breathing was like hers: wide and raspy. She licked her lips when she saw the massive protrusion in his jeans. Her hand began to rub it. He looked at her.

“Oh, mom!”

The two words got both women amped up. Holly was frantically strumming the pearl center of her sex. Athena leaned her face to Rob’s and wildly Frenched him. He returned her passionate fury, wrapping his eager lips around her fluttering tongue and sucked on it.

After a few more torrid moments of lips and tongues colliding, Athena removed her sweatshirt. She eyed Rob with intense, primal hunger.

“It’s time to fuck mommy!” she lewdly announced, reaching for his belt buckle.

Holly’s initial climax was washing away, with a new one on the horizon. Watching the mother’s fingers flying to undo Rob’s buckle, the beautiful psychologist brought a quivering tit up to her mouth. With her eye on the illicit couple, her tongue lapped at the nipple and areola—over and over again. Her ecstasy maximized.

Once his belt and jeans button opened, the eager hunk lifted his hips off the chair so that she could pull down his pants. Athena panted when his grey, tented jockeys—adorned with a pre-jizz stain—came into view. Like a wildcat, the MILF removed his sneakers, socks, and jeans. She sexily looked over her shoulder at Connor, who noticed Athena’s rack jiggle in the lavender bra as she turned around.

“You don’t mind if I fuck my son right here in your office, do you Holly?” she tempted in a low, seductive tone.

Athena stood up to the side of Rob allowing Holly to view them. The redhead’s eyes were immediately drawn to the erection, standing proudly against his underwear. Then her eyes shifted to the beauty’s voluminous tits and slope-like V, both sensually encased in lavender.

She was so whorishly in awe of the nearly naked mother and son, she couldn’t speak. Athena picked up on that.

“Hmmm, Dr. Connor? Is it ok if I fuck my son? Here?”

The divorcee snapped opened her bra and let it dropped down to the carpet. She let her counselor gawk at her naked tits and turgid nipples. Athena sighed in mock exasperation, pretending she was about to make a concession in a business negotiation. She sat down on the couch and stripped off her soaked thong. Then she opened her legs for Holly to leer at her throbbing, syrupy cunt.

“Uh, yes,” Holly, mesmerized by the salmon insides of the maternal twat, was finally able to respond. “That’s fine, my dear.”

“Thank you,” Athena chirped.

The naked temptress rolled to her right. Her fingers hooked under the waistband of Rob’s underwear and forcefully yanked them down. The mighty, iron-like cock snapped into view, causing Holly to sound as if she lost her breath. She was visually enraptured by its length, girth, and generous top.

Athena heard Connor gasp. She looked with a mischievous grin at the masturbating counselor. She furthered the decadent display of her son by pulling down his jockeys around his ankles. She could see Holly’s gaze on his two hefty, meaty testicles and bristly, black pubic hair. The hottie mom quickly pulled his feet out of the briefs.

Facing him, Athena straddled Rob and squatted. He watched raptly as her big tits swung about, and her sweet, curvaceous body lowered itself onto him. His focus was now on the meeting of their groins.

It reminded Rob of Star Trek in an erotic way. His cock was beamed up into Athena’s pussy. First it was the spongy cap, splitting apart the luscious, buttery cunt petals and disappearing upward. The shaft, throbbing with raw passion, was next sucked up into the MILF’s blistering, churning tunnel.

The gorgeous parent moaned her love of the penetration.

“Uggghhhh!”

His billowing was consecutive.

“Oooohhhhhhh!”

As every scrumptious inch of the virile penis rose up into her, the divorcee rolled her head back, thrusting out her magnificent rack. Rob simply lay there, letting his mother fuck him. He was hypnotized by the sight of her rapacious cunt swallowing his erection. He was enslaved to the pleasure that he felt, and saw on her gorgeous face.

When their pubic regions met, his prick fully encapsulated in her tight confines, they released another chorus of a****listic wails.

“Ohhhhhh, babbbyyyyy! Your cock feels sooo good!”

“Aaaarrgggghhhh, Mom!”

Athena’s head swirled about. Her raven mane sexily flew all over the place. It was then that her lush, alluring hips took off and she rode him.

It was a combination of wild undulations and vicious slamming down of her needy, moist cake on his dick. Normally when she bronco-busted her boy, she’d begin with languid rolls, letting the fire between them build up. Her fire was already ablaze.

Meanwhile Holly had disrobed entirely, joining the mating pair in complete nudity. Standing, she was now using both hands to play with her juicy, simmering cunt. She watched them with famished zeal, wanting so bad to join them. Short-term she doubted they would be upset, especially considering they already enjoyed a threesome. But these two were already set up, living and loving like husband and wife. She dismissed the tantalizing, tempting notion of making it a ménage a trios.

“Go ahead, Athena! Fuck him! Fuck your son! Yeaahhhhh!” she hissed.

The Adonis’ hands were on the beauty’s tits, squeezing them, kneading them. He pinched and pulled the teats. She soared with immense pleasure.

“Ahhh! Oh! Squeeze momma’s tits! Yes!”

Next Rob lifted his head forward and took turns licking the plump, bouncing nipples.

“Eeeeeee!” the goddess squealed.

Connor returned to her seat, which was on an angle giving her a better view of the taboo nursing. Her anxious, sticky fingers were rampant in diving more and more into her sumptuous cake to hasten her 2nd orgasm.

When the ache in his neck was too much, the son laid his head back down on the top of the couch. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. With a long, hoarse, a****listic groan, she opened her lips and accepted his tongue into her mouth. The kiss was hot and heavy.

It also jacked up the young stallion and he took the sexual initiative. He placed his hands on her hips to steady her and proceeded to lay into her. He throttled upward, shoving his hot, steely member up into her fiery cunt—uncontrollably, repeatedly.

The reverberation of wet slapping flesh echoed. The inverted jackhammering popped open her eyes and, enthralled her ardent slit to release more sap thereby providing better traction for his northerly thrusts.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, Robbbb!” she stammered loudly. “Fuck me! Yessss! Fuck meeee!”

Rob was a juggernaut, passionately ramming his gratifying cock high up into Athena’s convulsing muff. He wittingly pushed her down just about every time she jumped up because of his pummels. The young Romeo was crazed with wild abandon.

“Oh shit, Mom! Your pussy feels so fucking good!” he screamed through gritted teeth.

“Aaaahhhh! Uggghhh! You too babbbbyyyyy! Love your cock! Love it!”

The two were so lost in their debauchery, sweat flying off their contorted bodies, that they forgot about Holly. They didn’t see her own raunchy act or sounds. The sultry psychologist was climaxing, thanks to them and her spirited fingers.

“Ohhhhh!” she moaned as her overflowing groove saturated her massaging, diddling, pumping digits.

In a short time, Athena’s orgasm tolled next.

“Yesssss! Son!!!!!!!!! You’re making Mother cum! Oh! Oh! Yesss!”

She lifted her shaking form off his joyous rod and squirted, her nectar drizzling all over his groin and lower stomach.

He enjoyed seeing the several-seconds worth of her pussy fountaining but once the shower was over, the steaming lad pushed her back down on his lusty, very needy dick.

“Aaarrrggghhh!” Athena grunted, as she was furiously impaled once yet again on her son’s hardness.

Holly couldn’t believe the brunette squirted. Then her bowflexing hunk shoved her back down his cock. The gorgeous counselor wanted to fuck herself again but her 2nd orgasm just disappeared leaving her cunt very, very sore.

After several thunderous upward drives, the revved-up, lunging, virile cock started to ejaculate into Athena’s receptive orifice.

“Mmmaaaaaaaaaa!” Rob moaned.

The climaxing babe was undulating, and bouncing up and down as her crescendo was ¾ over when she felt the forbidden burst of semen. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her mouth was in a capital O shape as Rob’s hot, thick, creamy release began to paint her adoring cuntal walls.

“Aaaarrrgghhhhhh!” the boy-toy continued.

It seemed like Athena could sense his actions. His shaft throbbed, and next the top blasted out a rope of cum. Shaft throbbed, top blasted, rope of cum. Throb, blast, rope, repeat. Her insatiable, i****tuous cunt was tireless in squeezing out every precious white drop which was incoming.

“Give it to momma! Give it momma! Give me all your loving!”

*

After mother, son and ther****t climaxed and rested, they put their clothes back on and continued with the session.

“Athena, the world has become a very, very cold, callous place. I am not even talking about global terrorism and other geo-political issues. I am talking about one on one interaction between individuals. People do not even say ‘thank you’ or ‘gesundheit’ anymore in public or on public transportation. Divorce has been on rise for over 40 years and there is no let up.

“There is an underground swell of mothers and sons, hurt by spouses or significant others, who look to each other for comfort and, yes, love. Not your usual parent-c***d love but the love like husband and wife. This ‘new’ love is sexual, and virtually always with an emotional and faithful aspect. What greater love is there than a mother’s for her son’s? Studies show many men subconsciously fall for a woman who reminds them of their mom. The ubiquitous “May-December” romance is just a sanitized version of a mother-son relationship. And of course there is the ageless Oedipus complex.

“Additionally there is with this type of union the attraction to the forbidden. Mothers and sons are not supposed to act like husbands and wife. Doing something sexually—and mutually consenting—which is taboo is alluring and thrilling. You two know first hand of this.

“With your particular situation, you had the element of surprise and the unexpected. Combine those factors with i****t and it is no wonder you two didn’t care and just reveled in the illicit sex at the club.

“I would say the emotional aspects of love and fidelity you both experienced immediately after returning home that night was based on your individual—and similar—histories with romantic partners.”

Athena and Bob were pleased with Holly’s assessment.

“You two have been a couple for two months now. How is everything?”

“Wonderful,” he said.

“Beautiful,” she added.

“I just saw your sex life is outstanding,” Connor jokingly commented. “How do you feel about each other—as a couple? Where do you two see yourselves in 10-20 years?”

Bob again responded first, looking at his gorgeous mother. “Enjoying my life with the only woman who I enjoy and love.”

Athena began loosing it, beaming at her son, and not caring about the tears. She touched the side of his face with her palm.

“Oh, baby. I love you! I too also see me with you, sharing my existence with you and only you.”

They looked at each other with love, longing, and affection.

Connor’s own heart strings were being pulled.

“So go, you two. Go together. Live and love together.”

The redhead watched Athena and Bob walk out of her office, holding hands.


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Editor’s Note: Dr. Holly Connor first appeared in John, Fuck Your Mother.