Seducing My Son:6

I woke up alone, feeling happy and a little sore. But it was a good sore. I flexed my ass, remembering how my son gave me a nice, rough fucking back there last night. I rubbed my pussy to soothe the tenderness there. Between my son and my husband, I’d had more sex this week than ever before in my life–and I was ready for more!

It was Saturday, and imagining the possibilities for the day made me wet. I got up and put on my robe. I was tying the sash when I realized there was no reason for modesty any longer, and left it hang open then headed for the kitchen. It felt so feeing to be walking around the house practically naked and not having to care who might see me.

I assumed that Don had taken Evan out golfing, but then I heard the TV on in the living room. I went to check it out.

I found the two of them there sitting on the sofa next to each other, their robes open and they were both jerking off to whatever was on the television. It was a beautiful surprise, and I was shocked (and a little jealous that they were playing without me).

“Morning, hon,” my husband greeted me cheerfully, never slowing his stroke. “I’m showing Evan our old sex tape.”

“You’re my new favorite porn star, Mom!”

Now along with being shocked and jealous, I was also embarrassed and excited. I looked at the screen and saw myself holding my pussy wide open for the camera. The view pulled back and I watched myself grab a huge dildo and begin fucking it.

“Oh, my God, look at my hair!”

“I know, Mom, that’s quite the bush you had back then!”

“I meant my hairstyle, not down there,” I laughed. “But you’re right, look at that jungle!”

I looked at my boys playing with their cocks and had no choice but to join them. I sat down on the chair and pulled my robe open, too.

“Are you going to play with your cunt, Mom?”

A little chill ran through me. “Say that again.” I told Evan and smiled wickedly.

“Are you going to spread you legs, put your fingers in your hot, wet pussy, and play with your horny cunt?”

“Don’t mind if I do, sweet heart.” I opened my legs, licked my fingers, and touched my wetness. I could hear myself moaning on the video and looked up to see the screen filled with my hairy pussy. The view panned down as I slipped a finger in my ass while continuing to plunge the big dildo into my hole.

My attention flitted between the sexy scene of my younger self, and my boys sitting on the sofa stroking off next to each other (like it was the most natural thing in the world). I noticed that their strokes were in sync, up and down their cocks at the same time and the same speed. Adorable.

They were distracted as well–looking from the screen to the real thing between my legs and back again. A warm glow came over me as I tried to appreciate how lucky I was to be sitting here in our living room on an otherwise normal Saturday afternoon masturbating with my family so openly and comfortably.

The scene shifted and my husband’s cock came into view on TV. The dildo went away and he rubbed himself around my hole then slipped inside me.

“This is so great,” Evan said. “I love watching you guys fuck. It’s looks so good when Dad’s cock goes into your pussy, Mom.”

“It feels good, too!” I added with a giggle. I slipped two fingers inside my pussy.

“Dad, I’m getting close. I’m going to cum soon.”

“Go ahead, buddy, I’m watching.” My husband turned his attention to our son’s cock. Evan jacked himself harder, now looking only at me, as I leaned back in my chair fingering my twat and playing with my tits.

“Mom’s cunt looks so pretty. I love my mom’s cunt. Watch me jerk off, Dad. Look at me make my cock cum!” He lifted his hips and the cum spurted out of him accompanied by a loud moan. He caught he breath, then said, “Now you, Dad.”

My husband sat back and began whacking away real fast and within seconds he was pumping a fresh load of cum out onto his belly. He didn’t squirt as far, but it looked like he released more cum than Evan, and it was slowly flowing down over his cock and across his knuckles. I watched how they looked at one another then, each strangely fascinated with the other’s cock and cum. I almost felt like I was intruding on too private a moment between them. But of course that only made me hornier.

Now that they had both gotten themselves off they turned their attention to me. I scooted down in the chair so my back was on the seat and my butt hanging out in the air. My feet were planted wide apart and I was playing with my clit with one hand and my pussy hole with the other.

Evan reached over without looking and took hold of his father’s cock. He twisted it lightly in his grip. Without my son’s eyes ever leaving my body, his thumb found its way up to Don’s piss hole, and rubbed the drops of cum remaining there, spreading his spent semen around the head of his dad’s cock.

This scene was too much for me and my pussy began to convulse around my fingers. My first orgasm of the day bolted through me like a feathery freight train. I didn’t let up and kept strumming my clit as my husband leaned over and sucked on the tip of my son’s cock, cleaning the cum from it. That kicked off another orgasm right on top of my last. If this was how the day was starting, I couldn’t wait to see how it was going to end!

After recovering, we got cleaned up and decided to go out for lunch. We sat down at the table and talked about what was going on at work and in the world. To anyone else we appeared to be your normal, average family. No one here had any idea that we spent the morning jerking off together, or that my son had fucked me last night. It made me feel strangely alive to have this incredible secret.

“Welcome to–oh, hi Evan,” our perky little waitress said when she appeared.

“Hey, Mandy. I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Just started last weekend. Can I get you guys some drinks?” She took our orders, gave Evan a cute smile, and sashayed off to get our drinks.

“Friend of yours?” I asked.

“She was at Corey’s party,” Evan mumbled, watching her intently until she disappeared into the kitchen.

My husband caught my eye as I was about to say something else, and he just shook his head. I knew he was right and bit my tongue.

We had a great meal together. Mandy stopped by our table more than she needed to, and even sneaked us a free desert that we all shared. I felt like we were closer as a family than ever in that moment.

As we left the restaurant, Evan paused at the door with a look of uncertainty.

“I forgot something, I’ll catch up,” he said and went back inside.

Don and I went to the car, and in a few minutes saw Evan coming out with an ear-to-ear smile on his face. He climbed into the back seat nearly bouncing with excitement.

“So, what’d you forget, sport?” my husband quizzed him knowingly.

“I forgot to get Mandy’s number!” He proudly displayed a napkin with a phone number on it.

“Way to go, my man!”

“She is so cute,” I gushed. “You guys are going to make an adorable couple. When are you going out, and where? Do you need something new to wear–“

“Mom! Chill! We’re not getting married, just going on a date,” he laughed at how worked up I was getting. Don gave me one of his looks. I clamped down on my tongue again and tried to behave.

“I’m sorry, honey. I’m really happy for you, that’s all.”

We got home and Evan headed off to his room and closed the door. Don puttered around out in the yard and I took care of a few things around the house. I ejected our sex tape from the VCR and was going to put it back in its hiding place, but then decided to leave it out in case Evan wanted to look at it some more.