Title: Always An Excuse Keywords: mF, teen, fF, inc, mom, son, grandma, daughter, group, mdom, bond, humil, mat Author: Caesar Summary: Son seduces grandmother on a wager, leaving mother jealous and anxious. There was an old lady who lay With her legs wide apart in the hay, Then, calling the ploughman, She said, "Do it now, man! Don't wait till your hair has turned gray." Always An Excuse by Caesar, copyright 2003 $Revision: 1.7 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $ Do you know the feeling when you want something, so bad that you even dream about it, but know you should never have it? Can you imagine the anguish to undergo a temptation so real that you actually have dreams while being fully awake? Now consider that this torture lasts for years, the desires strengthening so that you feared for both your sanity or that you may actually give in to the temptations. If you understand a part of what I wrote above you may be empathetic enough to understand my situation. Then again you may curse me for being a weak willed fool. Or perhaps even the lowest of sluts. Read on and you shall discover the ails of my life. I can not blame my son you see - as we both are tortured by the same desires. Yet in him, there is no pretence at morals or of right and wrong. Given just a moments weakness on my part I doubt it not that he would plunge himself into my body wearing only a content smile of the conquerer. Oh how I longed to see that look upon him. When my son Robert was younger, he and I had a wonderful loving relationship. We were more like pals than a mother and her child. Hugs and kisses were frequent as was innocent wrestling and playing games and toys. We were a family, the two of us - his father having left me before Robert was born. It was the week before my son's sixteenth birthday that our relationship changed. He came home well past midnight and I confronted him angrily for breaking his curfew, though it was mostly for causing me to worry unnecessarily. So angry was I that I followed him up to his room, yelling mindlessly, when he turned and firmly asked, "Do you really want to know what I was doing mother?" He had not called me mother before that night, but it was the least of my allusions about love, home and family to be altered that evening. I nodded, suddenly feeling dread. "After the game Mary and I fucked." Mary was, I thought, his platonic female friend. Obviously I was wrong - they were more, much more. Why had I not realized what my son was growing into? A man. My son was an adult and I could not find any words but felt hurt in my soul at the loss of what had been. "Want to know something else mother?" There was more? I did not have time to say a word before he said in a rush, "The whole time I was with her I could not help but think of you!" It was said in such an accusatory way that I felt hurt as well as numb at the realization. Robert then pushed me from his room and slammed the door in my face. That was when it started. At first an embarrassment to the both of us, little was said. But within the next year it was I that changed and though Robert never openly spoke a word about his feelings toward me, I could see in his frequent gaze, the longing within. The first time I confronted myself was when I realized that I was jealous toward my son when he went out on dates. Dates that cumulated in sexual congress there was no doubt. Then there was the finding of my soiled undergarments in his room - not even an attempt was made to hide the new wet stains that were added to them - in fact I did not mind and, hell, felt more than a little flattered. Since the day Robert's dad had left me, my son had been the only male in my life. There were times that I longed for a man, any man, but I learnt to dispel these urges harshly with a trusty dildo and my fingers. Yes, I am not embarrassed to admit, that I'm an avid masturbator. Once, often twice a day I masturbate very aggressive and always with the face of my son as my tormentor in fantasy. Yes, my son pleasured me in my dreams. It was not such a leap to bring him into my private thoughts - considering how he came unbidden to my nightly erotic dreams. Initially, I thought it wiser to allow my son into my fantasies rather than the unthinkable act of reality. It was the only sexual relief I allowed myself, allowed between Robert and I that first year after his revelation. There were other things as well - like the fact that I joined a ladies gym and worked out three times a week. After, nearly, a year my body was toning up and some of the extra age-weight was gone. I was only doing it to feel good, I told myself again and again. Then there was the way I dressed. You see I had known what my son enjoyed when he looked upon a woman, what clothing turned his eye, what body part drew his interest before any other. I started to dress this way, completely unconsciously, I assure you, in the beginning. Short skirts and dresses became normal, even around the house. The working out had helped and my legs, often encased in nylon or silk, were tempered to the perfection that I knew drew my son's eye. "Why do you never date mom?" I stopped eating my supper and looked up at my son. It was almost a year, to the day, that my son's lust was thrust upon me. Could I tell him that after the experience of being hurt by his father that I trusted no other male - but him. Should I tell him that there was only one man in my life and that had always been enough. No, I couldn't say a word. Rather, after a short pause, ignored the question and kept eating. Robert, though, persisted, "Do you hate men mom?" I looked up into his eyes and read what he was really asking, if I hated him. "No honey, of course not." I could not reveal that I distrusted all men but him. "Then why don't you date? Why have you not gotten married?" A weakness in me caused me to blurt out, "Because I have never found anyone as wonderful as you dear." There... what needed to be said had been voiced. He stared at me for a long while before he asked, "So if I was not your son...?" The question struck me like a physical blow - was it true, if Robert had been a neighbour he and I would be living some of the bawdy fantasies I imagined each and every day? No - if he had been a neighbour, there would not be the intimacy that lay between us as it was now. Even without the obvious sexual tension that lay in our home, we had been a close and loving family of two. I returned to my food and Robert did not say another word on the subject - but I saw that he had surmised an answer to the last question. It was based on this assumption that our relationship changed from that day to now. Oh certainly, we had a new strain between us in that year previous, but we still cared and loved each other and as the sexual tensions were ignored, we were the same as we had always been. The next day started with a quick kiss and a squeeze of my covered breast by my son - and before I could complain at this common use of his mother he had left quickly for school. That left me with the memory of his hand and a day of dark erotic thoughts that left me swooning. The next year was the harsh temptations that I spoke about. The longing for what was greatly desired within my only son. His hands would reach out to touch me again and again, nearly any time we were near. If they trailed too long on my person I would remove the offending hand. Yet in weeks after that first grope, my son had felt every inch of my body - aways above my clothing. He loved to fondle my nylon covered legs or grasp my meaty breasts, while making obvious and loud noises of his lust. Then there was the pressing of his hard manhood against me, always above our clothing and mostly upon my lower stomach or against the cheeks of my ass as he hugged me from the front and back respectively. In all that time I never broached the subject, told him to stop feeling up his mother or to treat me with the respect that a parent should get from their child. No, I enjoyed the touches. Very much actually. I was lusted after by the only man that mattered to me and if I could not give him the ultimate consummation of our mutual lust then a feel of his hand or a press of his hard groin did not seem that unwarranted. Then there was the kisses. Definitely not like a mother and son and they were magnificent. He had obviously been practising for years before I was introduced to this perfection of our love. It was only thing I openly admitted to enjoying with him, it was the only thing I requested from him as often as I may. He could feel my ass and breasts, and even press his hand upward into my groin for lengthy periods while we kissed. It mattered not when our lips make passionate love. Our tongues duelled, his winning every time, our hot moist lips wide and hungry, our hot breath soon filling our heads so that they swam with lust. Our relationship changed quite a bit in the last year as well - we were more open and loving than at any time in the last decade. We talked about everything - everything but his hands upon me, my constant requests for his lips or the open admiring and, dare I say it, proud looks of my clothed body. The only contention between us, the one thing that I hated and which he ignored was the girls in my son's life. Yes, Robert's mother is a jealous and possessive woman. Even if I could not give him what he wanted, what I even wanted, I hated the fact that he had a steady stream of girls at his whim. He knew of my jealously, even without me saying a word. It was the only defiant act on his part as he never made a move to hide who he dated or even what he did on those dates. Yes, he would tell me the next day how a girl sucked him, how he found out that her breasts were really a tissue filled brassiere, or how she just lay as he fucked her. It was wicked of him to do - but I thought this was another method on his part to seduce me, with the painful images of my jealousy. It did have a side affect though; I soon learnt how and what my son liked sexually and my images were filled with all the things he desired. Robert did do one thing I asked thankfully, he never brought one of his girls home. That would be a most painful torture I feared. The present was more of the same, of laughter and groping touches and wet lips. The only change was that Robert would now ask me directly if I wanted him to come to my bed at night. He would ask if I knew how much he loved me and wanted to help me - by licking me till I orgasmed again and again... nothing else he would promise. Some comments and requests were loving and tender - these were not any less appealing than the bawdy quick comments. How about a quick blow job mom? Or even the frequent unplanned comment, you have the sexiest legs mom! Then there was the common thread of my sons true wishes for the sexual relationship that he desired. The evidence I ignored for months but near the end of that year, I knew he did not desire me as a girlfriend, wife or even an infrequently lover. My son wanted me as a full time toy, a sexual pet - a slave. I could not control the same desires within my fantasies - yet they were so strong a desire that they overtook my initial humiliation so that I knelt willingly to my son in each self-satisfying session. I guessed that it was the ultimate in degradation - to be a woman in the modern era, a mother and even a responsible caring person - to have to change ones life so drastically, to give up all choice was extremely appealing to me, as long as it was done with the only person I loved and trusted. I'm not a machine that can be felt up for over a year, to be openly told how my son wanted to use me, how he wanted nothing more than to be in my body - any of my three orifices. And do you want to know something else - I wanted it too! It was torture in the extreme. Now, when I masturbated, usually three to four times a day but it never seemed to still the sexual throbbing between my legs, I would cry in self pity afterwards. Not for the madness of desire did I cry but the fact that I could not allow myself to give into my son - and I prayed to be a weaker individual. I imagined that I was going mad with the duality of lust and desire for someone all my morals told me I could not have! It was at this time that I grasped at my son's fast approaching high school graduation as a form of reprieve from my sexual madness. You see, I encouraged a University far from home - he would have to move. Yes I hated the thought of being torn from the only other close person in my life, my son. Yet the separation would give him time to find a girl that could satisfy his lust, so that he did not need to bed anything that spread its legs, so that he would not pursue me so viciously. For me, I wanted the time to cool off - to try to stop the throbbing in my loins by distancing myself from the source. I even contemplated seeing a shrink, perhaps to help me understand my feelings and thus, give me the strength to not succumb even to the fantasies. There was two things that would change the rest of our lives; my mother, Roberts maternal grandmother was coming for a two week visit, and a off the cuff comment I made to my son the day before she arrived. Having just parted in a lengthy kiss, my head was still spinning and my groin hot and throbbing when Robert asked, "Shall I skip school so I can spend the day giving you want you need mother?" As normal, he wore that half smile that tormented me. I returned the banter playfully, "If we did that Robert, your grandmother would know all after but a single glance!" He reached out and gently grasped one of my breasts while I swooned at the touch. Robert turned serious and said, "I want you mother. Tell me what I need to do to have you?" I knew it - but I loved him for saying it. As always! As was common in the last months, he would proposition me and I would give him a price for my lust - something ludicrous and outrageous. It was my way of keeping him at bay while preserving our loving relationship. Perhaps I'm as much of a fool as you may be thinking right now. Regardless this was a moment not uncommon in our home. Gently I pulled his hand from my breast with my own - no malicious intent was intended and Robert, so long used to me pulling his hands from his mothers body barely even gave a thought to it. Then I said it and it would become my bane for years to come. With a playful smile I offered, "I'll be the woman you want Robert if you...", I thought about some new outrageous and completely impossible task, "...turn your grandmother into your sex slave during her visit." I was waiting for his playful defeated laugh, knowing the impossibility of my offer. You need to understand my mother - which I will describe later. Robert didn't react as I had predicted, but turned all serious and stood there looking at me as if measuring what I had just said. I felt my self-assurance dissipate even though my head repeated that there was no possible way my son and my mother could ever... do that! Just the mere thought of such a thing was ludicrous - did Robert really think it was possible? My son nodded gently and then calmly said, "I'll agree to your terms mother." Only a few weeks ago, when my mother had wrote to tell us of her intended schedule - my son had commented on the accompanying picture, "Wow mom, grandma is a looker!" I ignored the stab of jealousy. I laughed suddenly, my head moving back and forth with my mouth open in troubled confusion. "I turn grandma into my slave in the two weeks that she is here and then I get you as well?" He had to see the impossibility of it all? "I'm going to give it a go mom! I expect you to live up to the terms though." The terms? That I would become my son's slave as well? My mother and I, Roberts sex toys? It was like the beginning of a dark uncontrollable dream. Robert suddenly smiled widely and turned about to leave the room, the deal, at least to him, agreed upon. In the future I would think back to that day and that short conversation and both thank god as well as curse him for a fool I had been. My mother and I had only returned to a mother-daughter relationship after years of silence. You see, mother did not want me to continue the pregnancy when she was told of it - at least not alone. Not only had I gotten pregnant out of wedlock but I had no intention of finding a man to marry to support me or the child. She was horrified. There was lots of screaming, threats and finally a separation. She had not even seen her grandson until he was thirteen years old, and then only in pictures. Robert and I had visited my parents the last two summer vacations and I rediscovered my relationship with her. It did not hurt that mom and dad were across the country - that they could not interfere in my life. This visit of mothers, was the first such trip to my home - leaving dad at home with his books and his ever-present pipe. Let me describe my mother so you can appreciate a little of what was my life - outside of Robert and my relationship. She was a strong cold woman that needed to control all those around her. Her hair may have gone white and there was lines about her face but she can still use her well-trained smile to turn a male head to her whim. Be that a waiter at the restaurant or a ticket person at the airport. Then there was the religion; mother was the matriarch of their community church, the female version of their deacon. She controlled it all - and demanded pious and submission in all about her. The only reason, that I guessed, she had been willing to ignore our past differences and restart our relationship was for her grandson. It worried me that she was coming to visit for two weeks but I was resolved to endure all... also for my son. That was before my son and I made that horrendous agreement and now I feared that he may alienate and disgust my mother with some bawdy advances. That night I lay in bed and considered taking that fateful step and welcome my own son into my bed if only so that he does not embarrass us with my mother. I am not sure if it was lucky or not that I fell asleep before a decision could be made. The next day was surreal - mother giving Robert and I chaste peeks, commenting about how well we looking physically, then immediately tearing into why my house was so disorganized and a mess. Ninety minutes into her visit she was reorganizing my kitchen - cleaning each and every dish before replacing it back in the cupboard. I endured it - of course - for the sake of keeping mother in my son's life. Whom, I may add quickly made himself scarce as soon there was real work. Just like any teenager would have done. For seven days our home was almost alien - but after the first day, also very clean and tidy. I missed the touches of my son, the hot sexy kisses, his intimate requests. Yet I was also thankful that he had seemed to forget our deal - that my mother and her grandson acted in only a proper manner, that I never saw a single action on his part that could be termed sexually suggestive or embarrassing in any way. That is until next morning when I awoke and walked toward my bedroom door but before I opened it I heard some faint whispers from the far side of doorway, in the hall. I pressed my ear to the hard wood but all that I could make out was that the voices were indeed my son's and his grandmothers. So I leaned down and pressed my ear to the small hole of a lock in the door - you know the kind that you rarely find in fifty year old houses but were common in turn-of-the-century homes. The voices, though, turned into words. Listening carefully I could hear everything. "Please stop that Robert!" "Tell me when grandma?" A lengthy pause, a small groan and then my mom asked, "When does she wake up?" "Normally right about now... no, don't worry grandma, mother makes so much noise that we will hear her." They were talking about me of course. And for the record, I did not make any noise when I wake up! "Did you enjoy last night?" A bit firmly, "You know I did Robert!" What had he done? "You would like me to do it again wouldn't you?" A lengthy pause and then a long drawn out sigh before my moms answer, "Yes I would." "Then tell me when I get to fuck you grandma?" "Robert!" Mother almost yelled this, but quickly quieted herself. "How about tonight darling?" Darling? Tonight? "What about your mother?" Robert laughed lightly and then said, "I told you last night - every night mom uses sleeping pills to help her sleep. She'll be out until morning." There was a lengthy pause and I heard small moans and nothing else before mother whispered, "God, you can kiss darling!" Didn't I know it! "I can also lick pussy pretty good can't I grandma?" My mother giggled, a sound that I have never heard from her before, "You certainly can darling!" "Relax grandma, mom will never know!" I heard nothing for some time before I thought I heard my own mother grunting. "I feel so naughty darling!" "You are naughty grandma, my naughty secret lover!" She giggled again. "A naughtily little girl that likes nothing better than to have her grandson lick her sex for an hour in the middle of the night or to finger her in the hallway like some common slut!" "Yes... yes! Don't stop darling!" She was getting louder but I thought I could hear a sloppy sound and knew it was my son's fingers moving in and out from between his grandmothers sex. "Oh... oh... oh...!" Then I heard a guttural squeal and knew what it signified - the sound could almost be a recording of what I heard at the end of one of my own masturbation sessions! My mother was having an orgasm. There was more moaning and then mother was again whispering, "Do you think she heard that?" Mom sounded scared. A short malicious laugh and my son answer, "No, she didn't hear that grandma." More silence with low moans before Robert asked, "Tonight grandma?" My mother did not even hesitate, "Yes darling... yes!" I dropped slowly onto my hard wood floor and sat stunned for a very long while. Nearly an hour later I found Robert in the kitchen eating a huge breakfast that his grandmother must have made - she being in the shower at the time. I ignored him and began to bang around the kitchen but felt his presence as my son came up behind me. His two hands came around and grasped my chest. I roughly spun about in his arms and confronted him. "I make noise when I wake up huh?" Robert did what I did not expect him to do, he laughed. "I was hoping you heard." His hands dropped back to his sides. My reaction was to stand open mouthed and stunned. "Tonight - midnight, why don't you come down to the dining room. Be quiet though." "To do what? The proof that you won?" I was nearly shouting. The truth of that statement had not yet sunk in. He laughed yet again, infuriating me, "I have not won yet mom - I haven't turned grandma into my slave yet. We are just having a little fun!" I felt like I was about to fall to the floor, my head was spinning, and my strong bold son grasped me about the waist and pulled me to him. "Rest assured mom, when I do complete our bargain that I will collect from you what is mine!" His lips pressed roughly and possessively into my own and I found myself responding in kind. My groin had been pressing into his hard thigh as if possessed. There was a faint foreign taste that puzzled and then horrified me - it was the sexual taste of my mother. I seemed powerless to stop the kisses, the first in over a week, until Robert broke away from me and returned to his morning meal. I worked hard at making myself scarce for the rest of the day - pleading a migraine headache. Though, randomly, throughout the day I heard distant laughter and giggles from my normally uptight mother while I lay in bed feeling sorry for myself, seething with mingled rage, humiliation and jealousy. Only infrequently I would remember our bargain and what the future entailed when my son completed his task of turning my mother into his slave. That did not seem to quench the jealous rage that coursed through my soul and I felt as if I was tumbling uncontrollably down a very big hill. I awoke minutes before midnight - as if my conscious would not allow me the respite of even ignoring my son's offer. The clock next to my bed glowed red, and the minutes slowly passed. I could hear nothing in my home, even after the midnight scheduled time. Were they down there in the living room right now doing it? Did I really need to torment myself to watch? This was worse, much much worse, than the tramps my son dated. Beneath my roof, my mother was getting what was rightfully mine! Lets consider that for a moment. My mother, the cold distant bitch that liked to control all the lives that touched her own. How could she be this different woman in private with my own son, her grandchild. Oh, her defence may be that he had grown up not even knowing her - and so it may not be like a grandmother-grandson relationship between them. But that was all bullshit - I for one, knew what it was like to desire the forbidden - I've endured for years. And successfully I may add. My bitch of a mother could not still her desires for only two weeks. Something came upon me - and I realized that my son may have successfully seduced his grandmother, but that was a far cry from turning that strong willed bitch into a submissive slut. I may be 'safe' yet. It was twelve minutes after midnight and I sat up and stared into the darkness where my door stood. Why shouldn't I go down there and watch mother degrade herself for a simple lay? I've heard how my son uses his girls many many times - why not see it with the one person in the world that I've historically hated more than any other? Sure we may now be reconciled - but what about in the future? Why should I just reveal my knowledge of what she had done with her grandson on her first trip to my home - how she had used her old chubby body and acted like a slut! I can not imagine anything that she would not give up to keep my information from the rest of her world! So with malicious intent, and my jealousy in check, I opened my door and silently made my way down the stairs, through the kitchen and very slowly through the darkened dining room. There around the corner was the glow of the fire from the fireplace but nothing else. Everything I considered, imagined and planned went out the door as I heard a low female moan from beyond the couch just before my mother slowly rose up to a seated position. She giggled and then I saw hands come up and pull her thick cotton nightgown apart to get at the huge white flesh orbs beneath. They were held up by my son's hands as if for my inspection, as I could see them intimately. Mother, meanwhile, had placed one hand on the back of the couch and dropped her head back on to her shoulders, eyes clamped shut. I noticed a little movement of her body, barely noticeable in the shadows from the fire, but it was obvious that she was rotating her bottom against my son, he probably inside her. It was not at all like I had maliciously imagined - she looked lovely and the setting was romantic. My heart was near the breaking point as I watched even though I could barely see anything. This was how it was to be for me - I should be coupling with my son before a roaring fire not my bitch of a mother! "Move that sexy ass grandma!" My son, unseen. My mother began to move more aggressively, more up and down movements. She was starting to moan lightly as well, her mouth opening and closing almost silently like a fish. "Hold your tits up slut!" She brought both her hands to hold up her breasts, the dark nipples obviously hard and distended. My son suddenly sat up, I saw his face and his open mouth just before he latched on a big fat teat. "Oh... yes darling...!" Mother sounded delirious, well past the point of control. Her consciousness in the blissful place that I have never truly known but had imagined. Robert was sloppily sucking and licking those great orbs, moving from one to the other rapidly. Her breathing was coming faster, louder and harsher. I hated what I was seeing but could not turn away. My son wanted me for a slave - but in most respects he already had me. I stood there watching him fuck my mother and knew how much it hurt me - but Robert had asked me to watch, wanted me to stand here and see him bone his grandmother. It was like silently listening to my son tell about his latest conquest, how some girl seemed to loved sucking his cock but had almost no skill. It as torment but one that I had little ability to stop. Then Robert's hands came up and he lifted his grandmothers thick nightgown, her arms lifting to help him. There she was suddenly, naked before my eyes. My son slapped some hidden part of her flesh loudly and grunted, "On your knees like a dog grandma!" Her eyes opened and she looked scared - nervous but climbed off her grandson and allowed him to stand. There he was, my son, standing naked in the shadowed light - his hard thrusting cock obviously just come from my mothers sex, as it was dripping and wet with her abundant juices. Though she moved quickly, I caught a glimpse of mothers rubenesque naked body. The full dark bush between her legs, such a contrast to the gray hair on her head, to the fleshy ass to the huge hanging orbs on her chest. It was the first time I had seen her without any clothing on, my family home having been a very prudish place. The sight did not affect me, other than comparing my younger and now well-toned body to her own. Finding few similarities. Was Robert enjoying this or only enduring to win me as we had agreed? The smell - it was mothers sex that filled the room. And this was one of the similarities between us - the scent was earthy while almost sweet. I saw the top of her white ass above the edge of the couch, and I watched as my son positioned himself behind her. At that moment his head turned and he looked right at me and I froze, even my breathing stopped as he slowly moved his hips forward and I heard a gasp and a squeal of pleasure from mother. Still looking at me, "That feels great grandma!" He turned back to the raised ass, and began to thrust his hips rapidly forward and back, the ass bouncing before him while hidden behind the couch my mother grunted like some animal at each thrust. Soon the sounds of their aggressive movements echoed from where they were joined - the loud sloshing of a very wet sex to the hard slaps of a flat stomach on soft white thighs and ass. "Tell me what your feeling grandma?" Robert turned to me and smiled widely but briefly, his eyes again returning to the task before him. Between grunts she spoke in short phrases and words, saying things that I've never heard come from her mouth. She said 'cock', 'cunt' and 'fuck' many times. She told her grandson that she 'loved it', 'loved him'. She told him, in detail, what his cock felt like in her cunt, how it moved, how it caused extreme pleasure. She revealed that this way, on her knees was new, always considered degrading, was 'delicious'. She spoke about my son's thumb that was apparently moving in and out of her raised ass, how he was such a naughty boy to touch her there, that filthy forbidden spot, but oh how she adored it! It went on and on, her words cascading between slaps of skin and echos of juicy used cunt. She would stop for a few seconds, randomly, and I wondered if she were having small orgasms even as she built up to one large climax. Soon she was begging, calling herself a whore, a slut, a cheat. All she wanted was to be fucked to be used by him. She told him that she was her new god, his cock her alter. That there was nothing she would not do to get it. For many minutes it went on - my torment. The words proving to me that Robert could make this mature woman his slave. And if he can turn his own grandmother into his private toy what chance did I have against him? She was nearly there - she had tasted the forbidden and come morning, would want more. It was but up to him to give or not - is that not what slaves are made of? At least in the beginning? His hand suddenly rose and fell quickly, smacking loudly into her fleshy white ass. My mother squealed and then sighed, her words now begging to be spanked like the slut she was. Then my mother screamed - loudly and I knew it had happened - that amazingly huge climax that my son had worked hard to give her. She wailed and then her ass fell beneath the level of the back of the couch - my son falling forward so that he lay upon the soft older body beneath. It was an amazing thing to be a witness of, even if only by sound. In a few minutes my son climbed off the body beneath him and stood facing the couch and me - his organ still proudly standing at attention. Firmly he grunted, "On your knees grandma!" There was silence for a few seconds before I saw small movements just over the edge of the couch, as my mother rolled off it to knee before her grandson. I saw the top of her messy gray hair, her face tilted up toward the young man looking down. "I've never done this before?" She sounded embarrassed, nervous. Robert smiled gently and then reached out his hands to grasp his grandmother's head before he pulled her into his groin. She may not have done such a thing before but it was obvious that she endured willingly. I looked up into my son's face to see his eyes on me even as the head covering his crotch moved up and down. "Thats it grandma - just like that!" His hands guiding her, moving her face up and down before him, fucking her mouth effortlessly. My son looked like a Greek god and I loved him more than ever before. I had been offered what I was now witnessing but I had turned it down - woe to my moronic morals. I would not have had too endure this humiliating day if only I had not been so stubborn and accept love and lust when it was offered by the only man I could consider taking it from! I had drove my son to seduce his grandmother - all in the name of proving his desire for me, to break through that stubborn barrier that had not allowed me to go beyond a touch or a kiss with the only man I loved, lusted and desired. I wanted to be his slave - to be ordered what to do, what to wear. I wanted him to spank my ass as he fucked me, moving his thumb into my virgin rectum even as she pounded lewdly into my cunt. I wanted to be the slut I knew he wanted. I wanted to wake my son with a blow job, to allow him entry to any of my holes at his whim, to be the slut he has told me he has wanted me to be throughout the last year. Instead there was my mother sucking my son's cock - getting what was rightfully mine and I had no one else to blame but myself! I did not even care if he fucked my mother or those tarts at his school as long as I got the majority of his cock. Hell, given a chance I would keep his dick so tired that he would not need another cunt in his life. Speaking about my son, he was starting to grunt and his hips accelerating toward that peek. I came out of my thoughts to watch the final seconds of my son's pleasure - to witness the inevitable. Robert suddenly froze and growled like a bear, his hands holding his grandmothers face against his lap firmly. Then it happened and I heard her gulping loudly, choking and trying to catch her breath as his seed shot into her mouth and down her throat. I stepped backward - having seen enough - retreating to my room where I sat on the end of my bed for nearly an hour. Then, as if the hour had passed in only minutes, I stood and silently made my way from my dark room and to the door of my son's. It opened silently and I slipped in, closing it again behind me. The room was dark but I could hear his breathing before me, probably on his bed. Then his voice caused me to jump, I had thought him asleep, "Turn the light on mom." I blindly reached near the door, on the wall, then turned the light on. The brightness blinded me almost painfully and I put my hands over my eyes, taking a full minute before I could open them in the bright light. Robert lay in his bed, the covers to his waist, staring at me soberly. "How did you enjoy the show mom?" This was not going how I planned - but exactly what had I planned? "You came here for this didn't you mom?" He pulled back his blanket so that his full nude body was exposed. I suddenly caught a whiff of my mothers sex still upon the skin of my child. Most probably drifting up from his soft soiled cock, not so long from within my parents sex. My knees were weak and I felt like falling. I wanted to profess my love to him, my lust. To promise to always be available for him. Yet my mouth was dry and the words would not come. Robert rolled up into a seated position upon the bed, with his feet on the floor. "Loose the robe mom." A blast of excitement shot into my soul and I untied the belt and let it slide from my shoulders to the floor about my bare feet and all the while felt like a puppet with my son holding the strings. Yet, a very excited and ready puppet - there was nothing I would not do for my son right that moment. "Nice mom. I'm glad you dressed the part." In my extravagant fantasies I often dressed the role within my dreams - and so I wore a transparent nightie that came to mid-thigh and hid absolutely nothing. My legs were encased in stockings - the kind with the lace elastic that held the nylon to mid-thigh. Both of my garments were white and I knew I looked the 'part' Robert had referred too. I had come here to give myself, finally, to my son after all. To show him that he need not continue with seducing and submitting his ageing grandmother when I was willing to concede my defeat. "Come closer mom." It was not an order I would ever again resist. Soon I stood between his spread knees. He looked up into my eyes, "I asked you how you liked the show mom?" I felt the answer was demanded, so replied honestly, "I wished it had been me." He chuckled knowingly and I felt my cheeks redden. There was no longer any pretence at secrets between us. "On your knees mom." I quickly knelt down, my eyes locking onto the soft member between my sons hairy strongly muscled thighs. It was gorgeous. He grasped it in his large strong hand and held it pointing toward my face. "You don't mind that it still has some of grandma's cunt on it?" He was being purposely bawdy - for a reason I could not phantom. I nodded negatively, my eyes locked on it, my mouth watering for it. I was past the threshold of caring even if it came from my own mothers vagina barely a few minutes before. In my new resolution to submit to my son's desires, and to my own if truth be told, I had realized that there was no boundaries for my son and I. It was enlightening - to give up all pretence of control of ones own sexual being - giving it to another that you loved and trusted. Knowing my mothers dried cunt juices were on his shaft did not bother me in the least. Hell, if anything, it added to the extreme nature of the moment. He chuckled yet again and his next comment was a test, "Maybe I should go dip it into grandma again before giving you a taste mom?" I tore my eyes from my sons cock and looked into his, "Tell me what you want me to do my love." There was no mistaking my tone or my words - I had gone past the barrier that had stopped me each time before. He let his dick go and it flopped to the bed between his legs. He laughed harshly, ironically, "Go back to bed mother. My cock is too tired even for you." A flash of humiliation at being rejected after two years of being pursued and then finally succumbing. Then there was the fact that I had dressed in what I knew would entice him - obviously not enough. My knees quivered as I slowly stood, my eyes now not able to even look in his direction. "Mother?" I stopped before I opened the door, standing silently and still facing its cold white exterior. "Grandma was a good lay." The anguish and the jealousy again welled up in me and I withheld a sob. "But I'm not finished turning her into my slave." He didn't need to do that any more - I had come to him regardless of not fulfilling our earlier bargain. "I will decide our future at that time." The tone and his words sounded so anonymous and I tore from his room and fell into my bed and sobbed. Feeling closer to damned than at any other time in my life - that includes when I ran away from home to have my child. The next day I woke to a quiet house - the note on the kitchen table stating that my mother and Robert had gone shopping and did not know when they would return. So I cleaned - it was what I did when I felt at loss. When mother and Robert returned at seven that evening, even mother would be hard pressed to find fault with the cleanliness of my home. As soon as the door opened I heard my mother giggling and my sons deeper voice making some indefinable comment. When they came around the corner into the living room they found me seated with a book before me and a glass of wine on the table. I had read not a word nor had a sip since I had staged this greeting - having waited in the same spot for nearly three hours. Mother was holding two arm loads of bags, filled with the booty of their shopping excursion. She was wearing a new outfit that had a skirt that ended just above her knee, and her nylons were white, the blouse was loose and enough buttons were loosened to expose her deep meaty cleavage - a month before she would have been scandalized if I had suggested such an outfit for herself. As they saw me sitting silent before them on the couch, Robert smiled widely toward me and mothers smile slowly faded to that of her normally somber disagreeing gaze. "Looks like you two had fun?" My chin thrust toward the armload's of packages - but mother instantly reddened. Robert spoke up pleasantly, "We bought a few things for you mom?" "I'm surprised you two even thought of me today?" I could not keep the cold anger from my voice. My son lost his smile and moved next to his grandmother, his arm coming around encircle her waist from the back. "I told grandmother about you seeing us last night mom." My mother could not meet my gaze, but instead looked down at the parcels in her hands while my son challenged me with his firm look. What else had my son told her? I sincerely doubted the whole story was revealed or else my mother would not be so humiliated. What would my mom think if she knew that she was the pawn in a mother-son wager - one where she was to be abandoned for her daughter at the end of her trip. "I told grandma you would be cool about her and I?" I sat there and knew my mouth was hanging open stupidly - what type of game was my son playing? Robert turned toward my mother and using his hand to hold and pull her face toward him and up, he brought his lips down to kiss her passionately. My mother did not respond in kind, but was looking at me out of one eye - perhaps gauging my response. He finally broke it off and spoke gently toward his grandmother, "Don't worry grandma, after last night I am sure nothing we could do would surprise my mother." She looked at me more boldly now as my son slowly walked around his grandmother and stood directly behind her, his face next her her own - looking at me. Then I watched amazed as my son brought his hands up to encircle his grandparent - the fingers expertly finding the buttons of her expensive new blouse. When she felt this, her reassuring look quickly faded and she tried to pull from her grandson - his arms where strong and she was held in a vise. The buttons were undone to the belt of her skirt before my son pulled the flaps apart revealing an expensive lace brassier thrusting boldly from her bosom. It was obvious to any that even saw my mother from the side or front that she was extremely well endowed, even if she tried to hide it with bulky clothing. Robert spoke firmly and loudly, "There is a new rule in this house mom... grandma... anything that happens under this roof is to stay in this house. Understand?" My son was fumbling with the front clasp of my mothers bra even as he smiled widely at me and I started to realize his intent. "I understand Robert - I won't say a word about anything you and my mother do." Mom, on the other hand, looked ill and kept looking down at her chest where her grandson was attempting to expose her chest to the fresh air of our home and to her daughter. "Now you grandma!" Robert found the clasp even as my mother mumbled those words, "I'll never tell another soul about what is happening here." The heavy white bra was pulled apart and those huge white globes fell down and spread wide on my mothers chest. My son quickly found each globe with his hands, her flesh overflowing seductively. My son spoke to me even as he groped his grandmother, "I told grandma about you mom." Robert winked and so I sat silent, waiting for him to continue. "How you have a different date every weekend - often bringing them home after the bars close and I listen to you fuck them. I told her how much of a slut you were mom - how I even saw two men come from your room one morning. Then told her how you offered to blow me if I kept silent - and not tell anyone how many men you have had - of course I turned you down." My mother was again looking at me boldly, and I saw her lips move and a whisper escaped her, "Slut!" Isn't that calling the kettle black! Hell, my son had never even felt my bare breasts and here he was openly stroking my mothers udders before me. The only thing keeping me silent was the fact that this elaborate lie revealed to me that Robert had not forsaken me with my mother. If anything, he was playing with her while he had the chance. As she was leaving in less than a week. Me, I was his for eternity. This thought pattern helped me calm my seething jealousy and accept my son's decision to continue to use this mature woman before me in any way he saw fit. It was his prerogative after all - it was the result of my submissive decision I had agreed upon last evening. "Do you have a date tonight mom?" My son was grinning in a self-congratulatory way. I nodded negatively. "Thats too bad. I was hoping grandma and I could use your bed tonight - as it is the biggest in the house!" Mom was looking at me smugly, almost proudly, even as she giggled at what her grandson had just said. I doubt mother had ever had a young man show as much passion or lust at her in her whole life - and that includes my father! My son leaned in so that his lips were nearly touching his grandparents ear, but I still hear the whisper, as I am sure was intended - "It is not like that bed has not seen plenty of action. Right grandma?" She giggled and looked at me with a challenge. Mother wanted me to speak up about their incestuous relationship she found with her grandson - she wanted to throw her indiscretion back at me. She was the parent and it was her prerogative whom she slept with. Some boldness rose up within me, "I was going to read a while anyways, so you guys can go ahead and use my bed if you want?" I forced myself to smile sweetly. "I'll curl up here with a blanket when I get sleepy." Robert laughed as if this was the biggest joke of the conversation while my mother was starting to loose that confidence and was looking nervous again. "I'll leave the door open in case you want to watch again mom!" My mother suddenly paled at the last comment. So I could not help but torment her just a little - "Thanks Robert - I may just do that!" I forced a wide smile, for my mothers benefit. My son pulled his hands from his grandmothers naked breasts and firmly ordered, "Go on up and have a shower grandma, then put on the white nightie and the white thigh-highs before waiting for me in moms room." She turned quickly, anxious to escape this twisted conversation to be sure, and I swore she had a little extra wiggle in her big sexy ass as she walked away. And if I had to place a bet, I would wager mother was not wearing any panties. As soon as I guessed she was out of ear shot I started a maniacal giggle to myself - as if finally getting a grand joke. I asked playfully, "Nightie?" Robert came over and dropped onto the couch right next to me - "I wanted to see her wearing exactly what you wore last night." He was referring to when I had come to his room to offer myself to him. My son reached out and grasped my closest breast and tenderly fondled me - "I want you to come watch us tonight." To be truthful, I had already decided that I would come watch. If only as a revenge upon my mother, to humiliate her only a fraction of what I felt when I left home. Then something occurred to me, "Will you ask me to join in?" His face brightened up and he answered honestly, "I would love too! But wanted our first time to be special and not to be shared with anyone." I nodded, suddenly feeling very relieved and full of love for my son. "Though I can't promise I won't ask you to eat my come out of your mothers cunt sometime in the future." I felt a little cold and I shivered before answering calmly, "I understand Robert." I did - I really did. Even such a thing, not with my own mother though, had been fantasized in my dreams and I had already resolved to obey and enjoy. He became serious suddenly, "Don't be too hard on her mom - this is the first time in her life she has had fun." Then why was he pushing her boundaries to the humiliation point when he and I knew she was going to get dumped before she returned home? Robert kissed me like we used too, a long sloppy tongue lashing that left my head spinning even while his hand dropped from my breast to press against my covered groin. All too soon, Robert stood up and followed my mother upstairs leaving me panting and quivering with pent up lust. I did not even try to be quiet as I ascended the stairs several minutes later. The light in my room was on and the door was wide, as promised. There kneeling on my queen-sized bed was my mother. She wore only her white stockings with the elastic lace at the top. The nightie was nowhere to be seen. Behind my mother knelt my son, completely naked, his hard cock moving slowly in and out of his grandmother rectum. Her large heavy breasts hanging down to my bed, bouncing viciously at each movement behind her. I had heard her grunting as I stood in the doorway and it was obvious by the look on her face that she was enjoying being buggered. Anal sex had been part of my fantasies for a very long while, imagining my son using me back there - but I had always wondered if I would enjoy it. I had also feared that I would not, that the pain would be too much and that I would dislike something my son may desire from me. Before me was proof that anal sex can be enjoyable, at least for the woman, and it had to be my mothers first time as well! Robert slowly turned his head, smiled as he saw me and then said, "Hi mom!" Mother immediately closed her drooling mouth, opened her eyes and spun her head toward the doorway and me. Both mother and son saw that I wore only a sheer white lace thong. Shrilly, "No, no, no, no! Tell her to go away darling? Please!" He had not stopped his thrusts and so, my mothers heavy-set body rocked with each slam of his cock within her bowels. "By the looks of things grandma - mom would like to join us. Isn't that right mom?" I knew my son's game and smiled even as I spoke, "I would love too Robert." My mom was pleading now, "No darling!" Robert suddenly slapped his grandmothers large white ass roughly and barked, "Keep silent grandma! Did you not say that you would do anything for me?" She started to whine, "Its wrong darling! Please... don't make me do it! I want you for myself. Keep that slut out of it!" Slut am I? Robert pulled his hard cock from his grandmothers ass, leaving a gapping hole. "So it was all lies, everything we've talked about for the last three days?" She ignored me now and frantically spoke over her shoulder, her fear at loosing the one thing in her life that had made her feel truly alive was threatening to leave her. "No darling... everything I said was the truth. I'm sorry...!" "So mom can join us?" Mother hesitated for only a brief second before rushing out her answer, "Yes... of course darling... anything darling, anything!" She suddenly shifted her eyes to me and it appeared, that she looked upon me as if for the first time in her life. I could even see the mixture of lust and hate in her gaze. There was no longer any doubt in my mind that my son had won our bargain. My mother would do anything for her grandson if she was willing to let me into their little incestuous circle. Robert moved his hips forward and his hard dirty cock slipped back into the gapping hole of my mothers ass. She groaned out with pleasure, obviously pleased at its return, her eyes rolling back into her head. When the anal fucking had continued in full swing, mother looked right at me, "I could eat you while your son fucks my ass?" She was licking her lips generously and I truly thought she wanted to eat me, hell her eyes had moved south and studying my trimmed bush through the transparent thong. So far under the spell of my child was she that it seemed like the morals of my childhood had never existed. Robert interrupted before this farce went any further. "I don't want to share you just yet grandma." He turned back to me and winked once before he spoke, "Go to my room mom, and I'll send in grandma when I'm done with her." I was being dismissed and the two of them returned to their vigorous and loud fucking, leaving me in the doorway as if forgotten. The door to my son's room opened nearly two hours later and in stepped my mother wearing only a nervous and tired smile and her white stockings. She saw that I was awake and nervously shifted from one foot to the other as she mumbled, "Robert told me to help you out." "You don't have to do this mom. I'm not a lesbian." Her demeanour changed suddenly and she harshly replied, "And I am?" Her reaction took me by surprise and it was a full minute before I continued, "You don't have to do this?" Her body language softened and that small smile returned before she answer, "Robert told me that you had to orgasm on my tongue before I went to sleep tonight." My heart was starting to beat faster my sex started to throb. My mother, one time the most important person in my life, and rejected me and my new born baby - now stood submissively awaiting to give me oral sex. My son loved me so much as to grant me this gift. If he did not want to share me for our first time together then he would see that I was properly taken care of. As well, I realized coldly, mother's offer was Robert's way of proving that his grandmother was totally within his power. A shrug was my answer and I lay back, with a pile of pillows beneath my back and head, and pushed my thong down my strong sexy smooth legs. When my panty was laying upon my son's floor I spread my legs wide and wiggled a finger at mother, "Get over here and do what your told slut." That was a part of my revenge for calling me the same earlier. She thought me a tramp, a different man a week, sometimes two - so she thought this was just another encounter for me. Instead this would be the first time I've ever had a tongue between my legs and though I would not have picked mother to be my first, I was suddenly feeling rather anxious to discover the intended joys of a good cunt licking. Silently I thanked Robert and told myself that after mother returned home leaving my son and I alone, I would thank him properly. Mother came over slowly, crawling up the foot of the bed until she was kneeling upon her heels, elbows against the mattress, her face so close to my sex that I could feel her hot breath. Had she sucked my son tonight? Had she kissed and tasted his delicious tongue as I had? "Well? Get on with it you lesbian slut - eat your daughter's cunt!" My own parent looked none too friendly even as she closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. She lapped at me as I imagined a dog would, long wet sloppy licks. It did feel good but I knew it could feel better - my mother was not doing this from her heart, only doing it via instruction from her grandchild. So I reached down and grasped her head of greying hair in both my hands and stopped her in mid-lick. "Mother! If you don't want me to tell Robert that you could not even do this simple task then open your eyes and use your lips and tongue to make love to my cunt!" Mother nodded faintly in resignation and again moved down, her eyes alternating at looking up into my own to looking down at her work. Immediately I could feel the difference - every inch of my body started to warm and the total area around my groin practically vibrated. Using her hands, mother spread my thighs further apart and then up, so that it allowed my heels to dig into my son's bed. She then completely ignored my clitoris and tongue-fucked, teased and explored, both my anus and my vagina. Within a few minutes I was high with pleasure, practically out of my mind with desire. The tips of both her thumbs gently eased my outer labia apart so that her long thick wet tongue could reach inside me further. She would pleasure me as if a small cock, alternating between my ass hole to my cunt hole. I wanted her to slip a finger, or two, into either hole - to roughly tease my clitoris and bring me off - but it was not too be! The old slut was good - too good to be an amateur. I hated her guts right then, knowing that she had probably experienced something I had not, perhaps even given this type of tongue lashing to another woman as well. Was that how she had gotten through all the cold years of her marriage - with another woman? Had mother been a hypocrite long before I even realized it? She had me humping up into her face, my breathing harsh and ragged, while my hands clawed at her head trying to draw her tongue deeper into one of my holes. Just when I thought my sanity was at stake mother suddenly arched her neck high and took my clitoris between her lips, her tongue becoming aggressive against it. It was more than enough to trigger the ultimate response and a scream of passion escaped me even as I bounced about on my son's bed. My consciousness seemed to fade until the next thing I realized I could feel the weight of my parent upon me, her warm soft body pressing into my own. Her lips, though, were kissing me roughly, her tongue licking randomly about the skin of my face. She was doing this when I spoke through a very hoarse dry throat, "That was incredible mother!" I wanted to ask her so many questions - not the least of which was where she had learnt to lick a woman so perfectly? Orgasms like that could convince me to forsake men - all but my Robert of course. "You liked that did you?" She had stopped licking my face and I opened my eyes to see her directly about me. I could smell my own scent upon the skin of her face as well as her breath and it intoxicated me. My answer to her question was to nod and smile pleasantly. "If you never come between Robert and I - I will do that any time you want?" I could read my normally very cold and distant mother to see that she had enjoyed what we had done as well and that she was very serious. At that second in time I realized I could feel the heat and moisture of my mothers loins rotating gently against my own, as she lay between my still-spread thighs. When I did not answer I saw that her gaze turned anxious, near-panic. I was Roberts mother - and since she did not know of my willingness to submit to him - she thought I had the power to disown her from our home. Did she not realize that this thing between them was at an end in only days? "But you are leaving in a couple more days mom?" She hesitated and then blurted out, "Robert told me I could stay longer if I wanted." Mother seemed suddenly embarrassed and it amused me. "And you accepted?" My hands moved to my own parents fleshy soft ass and kneaded it wonderfully. Though my own body was closer to a woman half my age I realized the sexual attraction of a shapely voluptuous mature woman. Mother just felt 'womanly' - sexy. A nod was my answer. "He told me that it was up to me to convince you to let me stay." My son was turning out to be the crafty one! "If you lick me like that any time I want too mom, you can stay as long as you wish!" And I meant it - it was such an amazing feeling, my body was still trembling from the recent orgasm! Her nervous simile warmed with happiness and the next kiss was tender and loving. Not at all like a mother and daughter but rather like two lovers. Perhaps my son had finally found the perfect way for my mother and I to finally come together in a loving relationship. I had yet to come to grips with the fact that my son was going to allow my mother to stay with us indefinitely - as I was in the after-glow of an orgasm and being held and folded by a woman that knew me better than I thought she did. When I awoke, I languished in bed and remembered the luscious night before - the flood of emotions and that incredible orgasm. Mother was gone, we had fallen asleep near-naked together, with my mind and body still humming with pleasure at our recent coupling. Finally, after reliving the night over and over, I walked out of my son's bedroom and tiredly made my way down the hall toward the bathroom. There at the end of the hall was the open doorway to my room, and framed beyond that door was my large bed. Laying directly in the centre was my son - completely naked, and his grandmother kneeling perpendicular to him, her face bobbing up and down over his lap. It was obvious what they were doing. Robert saw me from his perch on the bed, "Mom?" Wearing a half-smile I moved until I stood in the doorway to my own room and the debauchery that was contained within it. My son looked up and down my naked body and smiled a lecherous toothy grin my way. "Grandma told me all about the deal you two made." That did not surprise me - Robert was completely in charge in this household, that much was now obvious. The agreements I had made with myself the day before had not changed, and now in this new era, I wanted him to take me more than ever before. "Hum... grandma sure knows how to use her mouth!" I giggled like a teenage girl, my head bobbing up and down in agreement. Roberts eye brows lifted in surprise before he began to laugh with me. "I'll see you downstairs mom - this won't take much longer." He groaned for effect, his eyes closing and his head falling back onto the pillow behind him. I was dismissed but I waited nearly a full minute, watching hungrily, before I reluctantly headed back toward the bathroom. My eyes had focused on the face and mouth sucking that perfect hard cock to the raised full bottom and wiggled in the air - and had considered coming further into the room and fondle it. Yet, I had been dismissed and if there is one thing that has been silently agreed upon in this house, was that my son was in charge. The both of them appeared for breakfast at the same time, both dressed and ready for their day. We three ate in near silence but shared many long knowing looks. When the food was gone and my mother stood to clean up - Robert broke the silence. "Grandma, tell your daughter what you are?" She turned from the kitchen sink and casually replied, "I am a slut and your slave Robert." My son gave a half smile and then asked his grandparent while his eyes did not leave me, "And what is mother to you grandma?" Strange question, but my mother did not hesitate though her eyes would not meet my own any longer, "She is a slut and would love to be your slave - but she is nothing more than your mother to me Robert." Her statement hurt more than I would have guessed - but I forced myself to sit silently and without showing a shred of emotion. Robert had something in mind and I had no idea what it could be. The fact that he had now revealed that I only wanted to be his private toy was shocking. Robert nodded, both sides of his mouth smirking now. "So mother... have I won our little wager? Are you ready to submit yourself to me?" My son had to know the answers to his questions already but I nodded affirmatively. "Do you still have dreams of being my slave mom?" I nodded affirmatively again and felt my face flushing, though after the intense orgasm the night before with my mom I had not dreamt a thing. "You won our bet honey, I am your slave if you want me?" I could feel my hands trembling and grasped my knees to still them. Could the long awaited day finally be here - would my son take me as I have dreamt of for years? "Stand up and come stand before me mother." I saw that my mother had stopped cleaning the dishes and stood with her back resting against the counter while she watched. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she did not know what was going on either. I, of course, slowly stood and strode purposefully toward my only child. This was it I kept telling myself. My whole body was randomly trembling now and I felt like a little girl before the big bad wolf. Robert was smiling up at me from his seat at the table. "Take off every stitch of clothing mother." Without a reserved thought, I rushed and fumbled in my excitement to do as I was asked. This was it, our future together was to be nothing but bliss and happiness. Oh god, I felt like my love for my son filling me with a hot glow so that I radiated from my skin like beam of light. Now naked and standing before my only child, my body trembling while I feared my knees buckling so that I fell at this momentous occasion, he turned his head and spoke to my mother. "Did you not say she is a slut grandma?" My mother nodded, "I did darling." My son took a deep inhale through his nose, "Fuck - she is so wet I can smell her!" His hand rose, palm upward and he barked, "Spread your legs wider mom." I did and watched as that hand slipped between my bare thighs and pushed up into my hot wet sex. I could not help but gasp with pleasure at the intimate touch - something from a dream. "She is like a fucking river grandma!" I again looked at my parent and saw that she was not smiling at all but looked at what was happening between my son and I with fear and jealousy. Thats it bitch - stand back and see just how two people who are made for each other act! Two fingers roughly shoved up within my body and I fell forward with a sharp scream and had to hold my son's shoulders from falling completely to the floor. His fingers began this rhythmic movement within my sex and I felt the room swirl about as my body responded just as it would in one of my fantasies. He asked, after a short while of finger banging me, "You like that mom?" Without a shred of dignity or even without a pause, "Oh god yes Robert!" It was the first time he had touched my naked loins, it was the first time he had entered me sexually... and I would treasure this moment for eternity! "Good. Then you have my permission to orgasm." Heard through sober ears, the statement was nothing but ridiculous. But I was anything but sober - as I was high on the passion that I had let build within me for the last two years. My son, the person that I had submitted myself to in my own mind, was telling me that he wanted me to climax right now, as his fingers moved sweetly within my body. It was the easiest orgasm in my life and one of the most memorable - I held upon my son's shoulders, within thirty seconds of his statement I began to buckle and vibrate. The orgasm shook through me and like a distant echo I could hear my own scream of passion as blackness engulfed me into a white oblivion. It was the rocking of my body against a hard surface before and beneath me that I first noticed as I rose from unconsciousness. Then I felt it inside my vagina - the one thing in this life that I had thought endlessly about and had given even my freedom so that I could feel it. My son was behind me, his cock inside my cunt as she roughly fucked his mother and I felt tears of happiness roll down my cheeks from this awareness. Perhaps this was not how I had envisioned our first time together, and a little surprised that Robert had started out new life together this, after his comment the night before - but now that that hurdle was past, only love and passion was left for my son and I to share. I hear my mother very close, "She is awake Robert." He grunted from behind me, "Good. Get the oil grandma... no, in the bottom cupboard." I heard my mother rummaging around in the kitchen cupboards and smiled with pleasure - feeling my passion again raising exquisitely. Then my mother spoke softly in my ear, "Open your eyes darling." The light almost hurt as I cracked them enough to see that I was laying face-forward upon my own kitchen table. I could feel something about my ankles and wrists and realized I had been bound to the four corners - how exquisitely kinky my lover, my son, can be! I saw my mother standing beside the table wearing nothing but a small knowing smile. After our eyes met briefly, she lifted my head by my chin and brought her lips to mine. It was a rough possessive kiss and me being so high with passion I loved it. Mother shoved her tongue into my mouth as I felt something cool drop onto the hot sweaty skin of my ass, between the cheeks of my ass. The oil! A hand, I knew not whom owned it, shoved between me and the table to seek out and tweak my left nipple mercilessly. Hurt me, use me... fuck me into oblivion! I am my son's slave and I had finally come to the nirvana of my dreams. Another hand was playing with the oil over my ass, a thumb rubbing around the harm rim of my anus. It was delicious and kinky and I loved it. In and out... in and out. My son's cock was fucking me and it felt so good! Fantasies can not do justice to reality because I never imagined just how perfect his dick was, how well we joined together. Even though I could feel my abundant juices rolling down the back of my thighs, coating the front of his, my cunt was grasping at that man meat moving within me exquisitely, almost as if it did not want to let go. Mother pulled her face from my own, leaving my face tilted up and my mouth open obscenely. Not for long though, as something big and soft was shoved against it and I closed my lips and sucked upon the nipple that was offered. I heard her mutter from above, "Suck it slut!" Her own hands were cupping her meaty tits while her hard dark nipples were shoved into my hungry mouth one at a time. She feed me with each teat, just leaving it in my mouth long enough for me to get a good latch upon before switching to the other. That thumb was now pressing into my anus, slowly forcing itself into my virgin passage and I loved it. Had I not fantasized about this very thing? Had I not already revealed that reality far outweighed fantasies? "She is about to come again Robert?" Mother was right, I could distantly hear my grunts and gasps of pleasure and could almost see that summit of excitement approach like a physical wall in my consciousness. Suddenly that beautiful thick cock within me stopped moving and the breast was pulled from my hungry lips. Only the thumb continued to press into me, forcing my ass to relax and widen. A guttural whine escaped me, my voice crying out in some unknown language of lust that was ignored. When I realized that my mouth was talking gibberish, I focused my attention so as to say, "Please Robert... my love, Master... fuck your slave... fuck me... fuck your mommy...!" I was ignored, and wondered if my words were still coming out as gibberish though to my ear they sounded correct. My son did speak just then, but to my mother, "Get the slut to eat you grandma." I watched dispassionately, as if I was watching actors on the television, as my own mother obscenely placed one foot on the edge of the table and shoved her crotch toward me. A hand grasped my head roughly and shoved me into my own parents wet hot groin. With unconscious movements, my tongue slipped out and with luck came into contact with a hard pulsating knot of flesh - mothers clitoris. She gasped and then groaned loudly at the pleasure in our contact. There was two fingers in my ass now - and it felt strange and fantastic at the same time. It was when that beautiful cock also began to move when my slumbering passion rose again to even new heights. More oil was poured over my ass and particularly on the two fingers driving in and out of my rectum. I groaned with passion into my own mothers cunt and thanked whatever god had placed me on this earth with a son that loved and desired me enough to give me my dreams. When the cock slipped from my super hot and wet cunt I pulled back my face, as my head was no longer being held, and gasped out at the loss. Then the fingers was were removed from my ass and I felt the blunt smooth hardness press unrelenting into my body from behind and felt a flutter of fear. Fear at the expected pain of anal sex, though the act itself often fantasied about. My fear was misplaced - oh certainly there was that initial strange ache as my anus was stretched but my loving son moved slowly, patiently and with determination. It felt different than I had expected, better than I had hoped. When Robert again started to move, this time pressing the head of his cock deep into my bowels, my passion quickly returned to its earlier place and I willingly turned back to the mature sexy cunt before me. In no time at all, my son was again slamming me as aggressively as he had done when I came back to consciousness from our first orgasm together. God it felt so grand! I am the luckiest woman alive and I was full of love for the only man in my life! I felt him lay slowly over my slippery wet strong ass so that his head lay near my ear, I tried to turn my head to kiss him. I wanted to show him how much I loved this, loved being his slut, his slave. I wanted to kiss passionately and with love. Instead, he grasped my hair in his fist and shoved me back into his grandmother's sex. I heard her moaning above me and thought my son only wanted the three of us to enjoy this moment - perhaps orgasming in proximity all at the same time. That would, indeed, be exquisite! Mom also grasped my head between her legs as her hips pumped herself into my ready hungry mouth. It was at that moment that Robert hissed into my ear, "Enjoying yourself mom?" My anxious response was muffled by the wet cunt that covered most of my lower face. My mother was holding my head steady and actually humping her sex up and down my face, using my nose and chin to manipulate her clitoris all the way down to her vaginal hole. Regardless, the noise I made could not be mistaken for anything but avid acceptance. "I am fucking your hot ass that you have been teasing me with for all these years!" I wanted to shout out, 'Yes... yes... its yours to use my love... fuck me... fuck my ass!' But of course, I could not. "I thought of having you, using you for oh so long mother." Yes, yes! "You always had an excuse until your own mother became what I always wanted you to become." My mind was swirling and I was focusing all my consciousness to listen to my son's words - even though my body wanted to climb the last distance to another orgasm, loving the new delicious feeling of getting buggered. This was important to my son, and thus important to me and I forced myself to listen through the droning of my passion. His voice was cold and sober, not sounding in any way as I would have thought for a moment such as this. "So when I go to University, I am taking grandma with me..." What is he saying? We are to be a permanent threesome? That is not so bad I guess, mother had a skillful tongue and doing the same to her was surprisingly rewarding on my part. I did not want to share my son - but he is in control of my future now and I had no reason to deny him... anything. "... and you will be staying home." What? I tried to pull my head from the cunt before me but three hands held me firm. What was my son saying? A cold realization started to spread uncontrollably though me. "You had too many excuses mom? You made me wait too long for what you should have given me months ago. You wanted it - I know you did." It is not too late Robert - oh god what was he saying? I did want it... I do want it! Oh god! He began to hiss and grunt into my ear and I could feel the desperate movements within my ass, knowing the end was near. My pleasure had disintegrated and my world was shattering. I must have been mistaken, this could not be happening! My son who had shown nothing but desire for me all these years... how can he reject me now, when I want nothing but to make him happy? The earlier exquisite feelings radiating from my son's cock within me had altered so that I felt like a piece of unappreciative meat that was getting tenderized by the repeated banging within my bowels. No longer did I even try to pleasure the cunt moving up and down my face with my tongue - realizing that it was scratching my skin, bending my nose painfully and was causing my eyes to sting with the juices of her body. Then there was the hard table, and my pained ankles and wrists. My pleasure-filled reality had turned into a nightmare. --