“No, love” – I said, panting, trying not to moan too much – “I’m working out, that’s all”. My son was fucking me on all fours. I had my ass all up in the air, my face pressed into the sofa. And, when I got too horny, I’d bite the cushion so I wouldn’t moan hotly into the cock and my husband would realize he was being cuckolded. Taking cock like that, talking to him was very tasty. “I’m getting hard here, baby” – I said, occasionally letting out a little moan.
The other day it was with my daughter.
- Remember that you have a home – I pretended to scold her over the phone, while her brother fucked my tits.
Every other day, she sleeps at her boyfriend’s house. A guy sixteen years older than her and who has two daughters the age of my youngest with another woman. My husband was against dating. I never was. My son-in-law’s ex was problematic, to say the least.
So much so that it wasn’t difficult for him to get custody of the girls. I’d rather have a guy who’s a single parent and whose daughters are being well educated than some big boy who just wants to eat our daughter’s pussy and then kick her ass. I’ve been to the guy’s house. It’s super organized, super clean. And it’s not because our daughter helps. In fact, she’s coming across to me as lazy as her father, who won’t lift a hand to wash a dish here at home.
It’s almost as if the guy had adopted our daughter and not started dating her. If he wants to make the girl nervous, he tells his stepdaughters to call her “auntie”. Or, worse, “mommy”.
Whenever my “granddaughters” come over, they lock themselves in the bedroom with my youngest. And their father doesn’t care. “Let the kids have fun” – he says, laughing – “it’s all in the family, mother-in-law” – winking at me, full of evil intentions. My daughter nudges him, but my bigoted husband doesn’t even notice. Maybe it’s because of these flirtations that they hardly ever stop by the house. I think my daughter is afraid of losing her boyfriend to her mother.
Over time, they’ve become good friends. Although he still gets on a bit with his son-in-law, it’s not as if my husband has much moral standing to say anything. I was the same age as her when he started fucking me. And my husband was only a year younger than his son-in-law at the time. So it’s like history repeating itself. The young girl giving it to the older male.
Unlike his sister, my son doesn’t mind being called “uncle”. And that’s why they rarely do. Little pests like to annoy others. And my daughter, proud as she is, is the perfect target for the girls’ pranks. Another recurring target is my husband, who hates being called “Grandpa”, especially in front of his friends.
- Just a minute, darling,” I said to my daughter on the phone, as the first jet of cum hit my chin. My son was cumming hotly with his cock between my tits and I really wanted to take a little milk, so I put the phone away while that hot cock ejaculated in my slutty little mouth.
- That’s it, baby, you can go on,” I said, after swallowing everything.
At dinner time here at home, I take advantage of the fact that the husband is always on his cell phone to tease our son. And the naughty boy loves it when my little hand sneaks under the table to touch his cock. In this heat, he comes shirtless in very light shorts and, as soon as he sits down at the table, he pulls his cock out because he knows that Mom is going to give it that special caress.
When my children were toddlers, I used to tell them to stop playing with their food. Now I’m the one fiddling with the food with my left hand, while my right hand jerks off my big boy. I always keep an eye on my husband, but he can hardly take his eyes off his cell phone, which is always receiving zaps and notifications from the company. Twenty-four hours at the boss’s service, while the slutty wife finishes herself off on her son’s cock.
At the weekend, the house is always full. The husband in the office working overtime. My son-in-law’s daughters playing with my son’s friends.
- They’re such whores, Mom. They like to show off their pussies in exchange for presents.
- Have you ever fucked them?
- Jesus, Mom. They’re my nieces.
- And I’m their mother.
- It’s different, Mom.
- You need to have sex with girls your own age, boy.
After I groped the cocks of my youngest’s best friends, it seems the boys fell in love. The boys, always horny because of their hormones, are close to the pussies in the house. Me, my daughter and my son-in-law’s daughters. I usually dress nicely, my daughter is always with her boyfriend, so they end up crowding around the other girls. If they’re charging for sex, they must be lining their pockets with money.
Free sex is as rare as a free lunch. If there is a cost, it will be passed on to the consumer. The difference – and it is a big difference – is the terms of payment. We women always pay for sex. We may not pay cash, but we pay with our reputations. Every man who takes us to bed becomes a liability on our CV.
Nobody wants to marry a girl who’s too well-heeled. Our market value, our shares on the relationship stock exchange, go down as we get our pussies out. For men, being a chicken is not a demerit. On the contrary, it’s an achievement, a proof of virility. But we always pay the bill. Sex workers charge cash. The rest of us charge on credit. It’s a gift, a dinner. And when we move in together, it’s the control of the family finances.
They earn the money and we spend it. It’s not that simple, but my point is that no pussy comes as a gift. Except a mother’s pussy for her little baby, which is priceless.
While on Saturday our house is always full of people, on Sunday morning it’s quieter, because most of the kids go to play ball. Except for those who don’t like soccer or have good reason to be alone with their mummy. In this case, Guto and his best friends. Ironically, they don’t play on the court so they can play virtual soccer on the console. But, of course, there’s no mom in their midst on the court.
While two of them are killing themselves at the game, the third gets that special cuddle from his mom when, oops, she drops popcorn on their lap. I love shy boys. They’re petrified while mommy slips her naughty little hand inside their shorts. I think some popcorn has fallen in here, love. Let Mommy take it out for you. What have you got here? This hard, drooling thing.
My son is almost becoming a voyeur. Letting his mom have fun with his friends, pretending to be very attentive to the game. He always wins every game. In fact, the boys seem to make a point of losing in order to win the tasty consolation prize that only mommy can give.
While the house is full at weekends, two or three days a week I’m alone with my big boy. That’s when I make up some excuse to call my husband at work, just in time for my workout.
It all started with a real phone call. I was lying on the sofa, talking to him about some course I wanted to take, when our son came and grabbed my ass. When he lifted my dress, I just stuck out my big butt and continued talking to my cuckold, already panting. I’m exercising, love, nothing much is happening here.
My naughty son wanted to show me how he had learned to suck a pussy. And an ass. My goodness, how well you suck on an ass, my little boy. The bastard kept playing with me, rubbing that hot cock at the entrance to my pussy without actually putting it in. I was all bent over, my face on the sofa, my big ass up and he was playing. When his cock entered, I had to stifle a moan by biting the sofa. Everything’s fine, honey, no injuries. Heavy training, you know? He complained about the volume of the TV, but I needed something to drown out the noise our son was making as he fucked me violently.
He was fucking me so hard that I wasn’t even responding to whatever his father was saying. Uh-huh. Every now and then, the “uhum” would be prolonged into a delicious moan. Uhuuuummmm, love. No, it’s okay, keep talking. I continued to agree monosyllabically until our son spurted all his milk inside me, when I was finally able to start paying attention to my husband.
Now it’s become a habit. My husband knows I’m going to call him every day, while I’m all worked up, training my little body just for him. Sex is also exercise, people.
Mom will always take good care of her babies and also her readers. Especially those naughty ones who want to come over and play a game with my son and his friends, taking the opportunity to let mommy play with her joystick. Would it be at the same time, baby? Daddy fucking your little whore while she sucks your son’s cock? Are you going to sign up for the indecent mommy school? I saw that you have a stepdaughter who wants to start with her mother. Why don’t you bring her too? We can play a little game. Imagine your little girl rolling around on your cock, while your little boy fucks me really good.
There’s also a god of dreams, praising Mom a lot. Thanks, baby, Mommy loves compliments. A very tasty fuck between Mom and her son’s friends? I wonder. If there’s going to be a blowjob, will my daughter take part? Or her stepdaughters?
And the common boy who also complimented me a lot. In fact, everyone has been complimenting me a lot. Thanks a lot, guys. It’s not that the husband liked it. I don’t think he realized what was going on. The configuration of our TV room means that the husband’s armchair is in the middle, like a throne. The boys were on puffs at the back of the room. And I came up behind him. Then everything went behind the husband’s back. It’s not impossible that he noticed, just unlikely.
Everyone’s talking about my daughter. Well, she has a boyfriend. But then, I’m married, right? Will there be sex involving her?
