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My Son’s Cum Rag, Part 12
“I’m coming,” I called out.
“You sure?” my father-in-law teased. The boys chuckled as they watched their grandpa give my hyper-sensitive clit a playful flick.
It wouldn’t have taken much for me to cum again, but I was responding to my mother-in-law’s invitation to join her upstairs where she was waiting with her son (my husband) to “show me something.” As I lay naked on my back in the middle of my in-laws’ living room, with cum on my face, tits and pussy, I was eager to see what delights awaited me at the top of those steps, but I was in a state of such blissful relaxation that I was having a hard time forcing myself to move.
“Looks like you’re going to need help getting that sexy ass of yours up,” Don said.
“I think I can manage,” I answered, but wasn’t really sure if that was true. “Can you guys help me clean up a little?”
“Did you bring any cum rags?” Nick asked.
“There’s some towels in the guest bathroom closet,” Don told him. “Why don’t you two go grab a few and bring them here.”
Don waited for their naked butts to disappear around the corner, then he leaned over and took one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked it greedily, then moved quickly to the other. There wasn’t a trace of Nick’s cum left on my left tit. Seconds later, all remnants of Timmy’s spooge was gone from my right. Evan had apparently inherited his taste for sperm from his father.
“All clean,” he said with a grin, and backed off before the boys returned.
I couldn’t help wanting to see him clean off his grandson’s cocks in the same manner. Nick and Timmy came in with the towels and I let them have the honor of mopping up all the remaining cum off their mother’s body. Timmy won the battle to pat down my pussy, while Nick cleaned my face and dried off my chest. Don helped me up from the floor and I was suddenly very conscious of my nakedness. I wobbled up the steps, very conscious of their ravenous eyes following every bounce and jiggle as I hurried up the steps.
I reached the upstairs hallway and paused to let my eyes adjust to the dimness. More cum had leaked out of my pussy during my ascent. I was going to make a quick detour to the bathroom to clean it off, but then decided to use my hand to wipe the warm overflow from my inner thigh and lick the sperm from my fingers. No need to waste another towel.
A door was open at the end of the hall and I heard Julie’s voice murmuring something seductively to Evan. I crept down the hall, nervous but excited. I peeped in and was relieved to find they were both naked. It might have been slightly awkward otherwise. I stepped in.
“There she is.” Julie looked me up and down with an approving twinkle in her eye. She was standing at the side of her king-sized bed, her hand tucked in her crotch. Julie casually rubbed her pussy without any hint of modesty. Behind her were the full-length mirrors that functioned as the sliding doors of her closet. Seeing her naked body from the front and back at the same time was a luscious treat.
“Is that cum dripping down your leg, or are you just happy to see us?” Evan smiled lewdly at me as he lounged on the bed, propped up on one elbow, sporting a very erect penis. Seeing his mother naked again after all these years was really having an effect on him. I was able to detect the shimmer of pre-cum at the tip of my husband’s otherwise dry cock. Apparently they hadn’t done anything yet. My heart raced a little faster, and the ache in my pussy intensified.
“Both.” I patted my pussy. “It’s your father’s cum, and I am happy to see you.”
“We’ve been talking.” Julie came toward me as she spoke. “It’s been a long time since my son has made love to me.” She reached between my legs and slipped a finger into my sloppy hole. “So I wanted to give him the opportunity to be alone with me.” She swirled her finger around inside me, drew it out slowly, then sucked it clean without taking her eyes from mine. “But he suggested that you might want to be here for our sexual reunion.”
“If this is too weird for you, hon…” Evan trailed off, looking at me hopefully.
I didn’t need to think about it, but I hesitated just so I could enjoy the delicious tension of that moment a little longer.
“So, you’re asking me if I want to watch you fuck your own mother?”
Evan nodded. I turned to Julie.
“And you want to take your son’s cock while his wife watches?”
Julie looked hungrily at Evan’s erection. “More than anything.”
I took a step forward, pressing my naked body against hers, and kissed her lips. She intuitively knew this signaled not only my willingness, but also my deep appreciation for allowing me to be part of such an intensely intimate moment between the two of them. The way her tongue moved in my mouth told me she could taste her grandsons’ cum. After several moments she broke our kiss, eager to once again have her boy between her legs. I tried to imagine what it would be like for me to have to go almost twenty years without being able to fuck Nick or Timmy and shuddered at the thought of it.
Julie crawled onto the big bed. I got a beautiful view of her engorged vulva from behind as she tentatively approached her naked son. They kissed. I’d seen them exchange pecks on the cheek over the years, but this was different. This was a lovers’ kiss. It stirred up an odd warmth in my belly, and sent a tingle running up my back. Seeing my husband and his mother in this way made me feel excited, jealous, embarrassed, perverse, and deeply horny all at the same time.
Julie took hold of Evan’s cock. I could see that her hand was shaking. The anticipation must have been almost unbearable for her. My mind was unable to deal with what I was witnessing. Despite having done the same thing myself, there was still a part of me that wanted to scream out that this was unnatural. A mother wasn’t supposed to stroke her son’s cock like that. And yet my body instinctively understood that there was something right about it. Something pure and essential. The love between a mother and a son was unlike any other, and this was merely the ultimate expression of that love.
Julie massaged Evan’s balls as their kiss intensified. She settled her body down against his. My husband’s hand moved up his mother’s thigh to her pussy. I heard him moan as his finger slid into her warm wetness. Evan was actually fingering his mother’s pussy right there in front of me. It was hard to believe, but it was really happening. I realized that I’d stopped breathing and quietly sucked in a gasp of air. I wanted to touch my straining clit, but I knew if I did that I’d cum in an instant. I wanted to save that until things were further along, so I contented myself by softly tweaking and twisting my nipples as I watched.
“I have a few dildos in my nightstand drawer, Kim,” Julie said, looking over her bare shoulder at me standing there playing with my tits. “Feel free to use any of them while you’re watching me fuck your husband.” She was loving every salacious second of this.
I slowly moved around to the side of the bed opposite the mirrors. I could see the two of them in front of me as well as the reflection of all three of us. It was almost too much to take in all at once. Julie was whispering to Evan between kisses, but I could only make out snatches of what she was saying. “…your cock inside me…wet for you…need this…”
Curiosity got the best of me and I slid open the drawer of Julie’s nightstand. Inside, layed out side by side, was a tantalizing collection of phallic toys. The first was one of those big masturbation contraptions with the spinning head and all the sorts of stimulating appendages sprouting off of it. It was certainly too much for me to experiment with at the time, but I definitely wanted to treat myself to a ride on that thing at some point. Next to it was a hefty, flesh-colored dong, complete with balls. It was a couple sizes bigger than either Don or Evan, and I couldn’t help picturing my mother-in-law shoving that monster into her and having a blast with it. There was a simple pink vibrator, slim and almost dainty next to the other two, with a smooth pointed tip and bumps along the shaft. I wondered how many times Julie had pressed that one against her horny clit and made herself cum. Lastly, I came to an elegant piece of sexual hardware. It was a glass dildo with a bulbous head, a sensually curved length, and three large spherical shapes fused together at the other end. I supposed at first that this design element was merely to serve as a comfortable hand grip, but then realized how amazing it might feel if you were adventurous enough to try forcing that end into yourself. I picked up the glass dildo.
The first thing I noticed was the solid weight of the thing. This somehow made me want it inside me even more. The other thing I noticed was that deeper in that drawer was a red, rubber butt plug, a string of silver balls, a blindfold, and a few other items that I didn’t recognize but knew had to be some sort of kinky sex devices. Apparently, I still had a lot to learn, and hopefully my perverted mother-in-law would teach me everything I needed to know.
I rubbed the head of the gleaming dildo up and down the length of my wet slit and delighted at the touch of the cool, hard glass against my warm, soft flesh. I turned my attention back to the naked couple on the bed only a few feet away from me. They were still kissing passionately, their hands all over each other’s bodies. Their movements were sure and confident. These weren’t the awkward touches of two people exploring one another for the first time. Anyone could see they were the intimate touches of two devoted lovers. Yes, it had been two decades since they were last together in this way, but they handled each other like it had been only yesterday.
Evan rolled his mother gently onto her back, and took his lips from hers. He moved so that he was kneeling by her feet. Julie took the chance to glance at me. She saw me using her toy on my pussy and gave me an approving wink. Evan placed his hands on her knees and spread them apart. He looked down at his mother’s pussy. I’d never seen him with an expression of such longing lust when he looked at me down there, but surprisingly I didn’t feel and ounce of jealousy or resentment. The way my husband gazed at this mother’s pussy with such worshipful reverence made me feel good all over.
Julie was obviously enjoying it too. She beamed proudly as she watched her son staring at the object of keen desire lying between her legs. She let him look a little longer, then reached down with one hand and used two fingers to part her outer lips. She revealed the hidden treasures of her pink inner self to her son. He gripped her knees tighter, and I could see his cock flex in response.
“You missed this, didn’t you?” she cooed.
Evan nodded silently.
“She missed you, too.” She spread herself a little wider causing her hole to gape open. “Mommy’s pussy wants her baby’s cock so much.”
Evan still couldn’t take his eyes off his mother’s open pussy. It was as if he was afraid he might never see it again and wanted to take it in as much as he could. Or maybe he was marveling at the hole he had emerged into the world from all those years ago. I couldn’t know exactly what he was experiencing, but it was a heartbreakingly erotic sight to see. I wondered how often my husband had made love to me while thinking of his mom. The idea of him fantasizing about another woman while fucking me would normally upset me to no end, but it seemed weirdly flattering that he might have been using my body and imagining his mother.
Julie patiently held her pussy lips apart for her son. She toyed with one of her long, taut nipples. Seeing that brought on the urge to suckle her. I wanted to run my tongue all around the dark circle of her areola and feel that soft nub of her fleshy nipple between my lips. I never wanted to suck a tit so badly in my life, but I had to restrain myself. I was only a spectator at the moment, and there would be plenty of time later to get what I wanted. Right now it was just for Evan.
He finally leaned in and kissed his mother’s protruding clit. He kissed it again, then licked the wetness gathering beneath her pussy hole. Evan slurped noisily at her sex, causing Julie’s body to writhe and a plaintive moan to escape from her. It was obvious that the ecstasy she was feeling at the touch of her son’s tongue was far beyond what it had been when I licked her down there. I couldn’t help being a little envious at that point, but then I knew I walk out of that room and have one, or both, of my boys eating me out in a matter of minutes. I was aware of how lucky I was to have the pleasure of my sons, but seeing how much Julie must have suffered for want of her boy all these years really raised my appreciation for Nick and Timmy to a whole new level. I never wanted to take the privilege of fucking my sons for granted.
After only a few more seconds of mouthing his mother’s pussy and tasting her most intimate sex juices, Evan climbed on top of her. I could see Julie’s chest rising and falling with quickened expectation. Her mask of the confident seductress slipped in those moments, revealing a peek at the vulnerable woman underneath. She had been denied the pleasure of her son for many years, and here, at the long-awaited consummation of her indecent want of him, this mature, self-possessed woman was reduced to little more than a desperate slave to her own carnal lusts.
“I love you, Mom,” Evan whispered and eased his cock into his mother’s open pussy. He didn’t shove it in like my boys tended to do, but instead he fed his penis into her vagina one delectable inch at a time. His mother’s eyelids fluttered and she let out a soft gasps as she took him inside her all-enveloping vagina. Her boy was back where he started. He was home again.
“Evan…sweetheart…oh, my love…” Julie murmured breathlessly beneath my husband. Her son’s cock pressing deep inside her was apparently making it difficult for her to articulate. Even so, we all know what she was trying to get across.
I noticed then that I had pushed the glass dildo up into my pussy as I watched my husband’s cock penetrating my mother-in-law. As he pulled back, I did the same with the slickened toy phallus. This made me feel almost as if I was part of their lovemaking, despite them being miles away and lost in each other. They both wanted me there, but neither was remotely aware of my presence as Evan’s ass tightened and he once again pushed himself into the pussy that had taken his virginity.
They moved together without any hint of clumsiness or hesitation. They knew each other’s bodies, and hadn’t forgotten the rhythms they’d wordlessly come to agree on so long ago. The estranged lovers were once again sharing a well-rehearsed dance without missing a step. I couldn’t help but feel guilty for having been the one to come between them for all those years, but if Evan had told me about his sexual relationship with his mother before I had experienced it for myself with my own sons, I wouldn’t have understood. I couldn’t make up for the past, but I could be sure that they could have an intimate future together, along with the rest of the family.
Evan was moving steady in and out of his mother, their naked bodies pressed close together. I fucked myself in time with his gentle thrusts. I watched my husband’s ass clench and relax. I’d felt this before while I was under him holding on to his butt cheeks, but I’d never actually seen it. It was sexy and adorable at the same time. I was able to get a glimpse of his balls each time he pulled back. This was a whole new perspective for me that I never thought I’d see. This is what my husband looked like having sex with another woman. It was a bigger turn on than I could have imagined.
I crouched down so I was at about eye-level with the top of the mattress. From that angle I was able to see Evan’s wet shaft gliding in and out of his mother’s sopping wet hole. A delicate ring of frothy sex juices had gathered around her opening, which was being stretched by the girth of her son’s cock. I was well aware that my husband had a good-sized cock, but seeing it filling Julie’s pussy hole somehow made it appear enormous.
It was becoming difficult to fuck myself at the same slow pace as they were going at. I wanted to cut loose and just go to town on myself, but I was able to control my impulses. Julie wrapped her arms around her son’s back, then lifted her legs and embraced him around the waist, locking her ankles behind his back. This changed things dramatically. I had a much better view of pussy and cock coming together again and again, and I also had an unobstructed view of my mother-in-law’s asshole. What a lovely addition to my voyeuristic delights.
It’s funny how I never really considered the asshole in the past. Actually, I probably did my best to avoid considering it – especially when it came to sex. It was something “back there” that I didn’t want to think about and was content to simply pretend wasn’t there. It was a part of the body that was dirty, and embarrassing, and not to be shared with others. I guess I had to thank Timmy for completely changing my attitude regarding that neglected orifice. Not only had he taught me that the asshole was a source of uniquely gratifying pleasures, but I was also beginning to become more and more attracted to its possibilities. As I stared at Julie’s anus I wanted so badly to touch it. I wanted to wiggle my finger into that tight posterior aperture of hers. God help me, but I wanted to lick her cute little butt hole and give her the kind of pleasure that was only possible by performing an act as decadently depraved as tonguing her asshole.
I had lost control. I was no longer in sync with Evan and his mother. I pumped the glass dildo in and out of my increasingly aching pussy faster and faster. I wanted to cum so bad, but I also wanted to make this feeling of building anticipation last.
The impossible reality that I was actually witnessing my husband fuck his mother within arm’s reach struck me in a sudden rush of vulgar appreciation. It was at once so wrong and forbidden, but yet beautiful and affirming. Witnessing a mother giving herself so completely to her son unveiled a primal imperative that had been suppressed by millennia of “civilizing” influences on our true natures. I was convinced as I watched the two of them make love that every mother wanted this. Every mother, no matter how much she denied it, or how deeply she buried the instinct, felt the animal need to be taken by her son. What purer expression of love could there be?
I thought of Nick and Timmy as I hammered the unyielding glass phallus repeatedly into my cunt. I didn’t have it all figured out, but I was beginning to better understand why it felt so good to violate society’s rules with them. You can’t have sex with anyone but your husband. You can’t have sex with someone until they are the proper age. You can’t have sex with your sons. Who made up these arbitrary codes of behavior? And why did I ever think I had to be a slave to them? It was time for people to stop denying themselves what they truly wanted and begin living by a new set of rules. I wasn’t ready to start a social revolution, however, as I squatted there next to my mother-in-law’s bed watching her fuck my husband while I masturbated furiously. All that mattered was milking as much lascivious pleasure out of the moment as humanly possible.
They had reached the point where they couldn’t hold back either. Evan was fucking his mom quicker now. Julie was moaning as she received each powerful thrust. Her body jolted beneath her son’s body, causing the bed to rock. They were both on the verge of cumming, and I had a front row seat. This experience definitely confirmed that voyeurism had become one of my fetishes. The old me would have shied away from watching a couple have sex, any couple, but there I was hungrily devouring the sight of them going at it and wanting more. I not only loved that I could witness such an intimate act as it was happening, but that I could openly masturbate as I watched without fear. I’d never felt more sexually liberated in my life.