Title: Best And Largest I Have Ever Had
Keywords: mF, fF, group, mdom, mat, cheat, inc, mom, grandma, son, daughter, size
Author: Caesar
Summary: Mom is forced to share son with his grandmother but finds they are very much alike.
 




A habit depraved and unsavory
Held the bishop of Bingham in slavery.
        Midst screeches and howls,
        He deflowered young owls,
Which he kept in an underground aviary.



Best And Largest I Have Ever Had

by Caesar, copyright 2006

$Revision: 1.3 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

I have never been happier than I had that fall.  My eighteen year old
son and I have been secret lovers for nearly two years and I could not
love another person more than I love him.  He is the star in my sky,
he is the centre of my universe - I would do anything to just see him
smile that private smile just for me.

Oh, don't think its all mushy romance though - my son has a nice big
cock.  A big fat thing that was both long and thick, that always took
a few seconds before my petite little sex could accommodate it.  But
he doesn't always use it between my thighs, I have willing done it all
with my son - no holes bared as they say - and I loved every minute of
it.

With my only child, I was totally uninhibited, I was another woman.
Some would call me a slut - and that certainly fit, but it was too
limited a title to be accurate.  This new woman would be completely
foreign to my husband - and yes, we are still married and he is
comfortably ignorant of my personal life.  He worked too much and
would rather have his work laptop on his lap in bed than have his wife
astride him.

Certainly it was different the first couple years of our marriage - we
were kids, laughing as we played at adulthood.  Sex was done
amateurishly, at first, and frequently - but never with any sense of
creativity.  In other words my new husband ploughed my fields very
often and being the naive little thing I was, I was content.

I am not going to explain how we became lovers - but suffice to say
that I was a lonely and disillusioned woman.  My sex drive had been
increasing with my age and I felt guilt at even touching myself for
relief.  That changed, though, Dan became the centre of my sexual life
and then of my heart.  We didn't just 'make love', as my husband liked
to call it, but we 'fucked'... like animals!

There were so many firsts that I felt the child and my son the expert.
But that would be false - he lost his virginity with his mother and I
lost my own, in far more creative ways than my marriage bed would have
ever considered.

In short, my son Dan was the perfect man for me and I loved him, in
all ways, without regret.

Two years later and my son dated frequently and though we did not
discuss it, I guessed him to be an accomplished and well-sought after
man in numerous ladies lives.  It was not only girls his own age that
I knew he dated, but women my own age.  At first Dan felt guilty and
hid his date schedule from his old mother - but some things could not
be hidden and forcing myself to show no emotion on the topic, he
became more open and honest about his comings and goings.

Of course I was filled with jealousy - but what could I do?  I could
not demand that my child only have sex with his old mother - what
would that do to his life?  It was the irrational part of our
relationship - Dan dated and I hated it, though I never said a word
and I never denied him anything.

Then when he was eighteen years old I picked up the phone to his
breathless statement, "... I love how hard your nipples get!"

A sick feeling filled me and I was about to replace the receiver on
its cradle when I had the shock of my life, "They only get that way
for you Dan."

That voice... my god... it was my own mothers!

The implications of this tore my soul asunder - my mother and my son
were having an affair... having sex!

How long has this been going on?  What sorts of things does she do
that makes him happy?  How do I compare to my own mother?

These and many more strange thoughts ploughed through my head even as
I rushed to my bathroom and threw up into the toilet.

Weeks went by and my parents came for their quarter-year visit -
usually it lasted for a single week.  Was Dan having sex with his
grandmother on these visits?

Acting as if nothing was different since I had discovered their
affair, was the hardest thing I have ever had to do.  This was
different than some divorcee down the street, or some giggly girl his
own age - this was my own mom for pity's sake.

Dan was not completely oblivious to my pain and after filling my cunt
with his cream a couple days before his grandparents visit, leaned on
his elbows above me, "Whats wrong mom?"

I just looked at him, feeling my eyes fill with tears.

"You know?"  He seemed surprised but his face went through a torrent
of emotions - but my son knows me too well and gently kissed my
trembling lips.  "You said I could date other girls mom?"

I could not come out and say that his sixty year old grandmother was
certainly no 'girl', but instead my lips asked, "How long has it been
going on Dan?"

He shrugged and rolled off me, his large member slipping loudly from
my abused sex.  "Since last summer, up at their cabin."

I was surprised, it has been over a year and I never even suspected.
My parents have visited our home four times in that period - had Dan
and my mom been able to find time to have sex on those visits?

Of course they had.  I had heard the love and lust in her voice over
the phone - it was a mirror to my own soul and I was not so sure I was
strong enough to keep looking.

That first two days of my parents visit was strained - mother and I
acting like competitors.  It was obvious that Dan had told her, so
that all three of us had a secret now.  The two other men in the house
had no idea, my father being as oblivious as normal to the woman and
their 'crazy emotions' as he called it.

While cleaning the dinner table late one night I stepped into the
kitchen to catch Dan and my mom kissing passionately in the middle of
the tiled floor.  Lips were covered in saliva, tongues fornicating
back and forth - an aged spotted wrinkled hand groping my sons ass,
his beneath her sweater and probably tweaking those huge nipples.

They stepped apart at my entrance - Dan looking guilty while mom
glaring at me in defiance.  Both faces were red, lips wet and still
breathing heavily.  Was this how I would have looked if the situation
was reversed?

I could not help but pass a dig, "Could you not wait until everyone
was asleep?"  The comment touched close to home - Dan and I often meet
in the basement when others lay in slumber upstairs.

I turned to leave but my son, my darling loving son stopped me with
but a word, "Mom?"

Turning back I glared defiantly at him, anger welling dangerously over
the brim of my patience.  Dan took three strides and stood before me,
wrapping his arms about my torso and pressing his firm passionate red
lips against my own.

It was nothing less than a forced kiss - as I tried to turn my head
away in disgust, hating that person who looked upon us in audience.
But Dan was much larger and stronger than the sixteen year old boy who
had fumbled with me in the dark when I took his virginity, his hand
grasped my head roughly and held me steady as his tongue forced itself
into my mouth.

Oh, such a weak soul I am, I felt the familiar stirrings overshadow my
anger, even overshadow my embarrassment on being actors before my own
mother, and I moaned with uncontrolled pleasure.  My son was nothing
less than a man - possibly the only man that I've truly discovered in
my forty years.  I kissed him back, my arms coming up to wrap about
his wide strong shoulders - his hands groping my round soft petite
bottom possessively.  I was his and he knew it with a certainty.

Before my son broke the kiss, I was dry humping his thigh, whimpering
in lust and love for this man.  His dark blue eyes looked into my own
before he turned away from me - I just nodded, I was still his to
enjoy evidently but I was wait for my turn.

He left mother and I alone in the kitchen to return to the living room
where his grandfather and father watched the early part of the hockey
season, an exhibition game I think its called.  My eyes nervously
looked up at her, she appeared the same to me - embarrassed but
aroused.

She was the first to talk, "You are a very lucky woman Niki."  It was
the first time I ever heard her call me by the short name that Dan
liked to use.  Had he told her my nickname after they had sex?

"Why is that mom."  This moment felt way too weird.

"Dan is the best lover I have ever had and you two can enjoy each
other any time you wanted."

Tears started to well up in my eyes but I fought them down and used
humour to do it, "The best and the largest!"

Mom was obviously feeling tense as well, as the giggles started to
well up within her at the same time my own rose to the surface.  We
both looked at the other a final time and nodded, accepting if not
agreeing to our mutual secret affairs.

One of the reasons that Dan and I often used the basement when his
father was upstairs was that the futon we usually used was a silent
mattress - the bottom floor to our home two levels beneath everyone
else asleep.  So I heard the sounds of heavy breathing and slapping of
flesh on flesh rather than the movements of the couch that my son and
his grandmother fornicated upon when I happened past the kitchen
staircase to the basement.  Soon I stood in the darkened doorway
looking at the two naked bodies on the tan futon - those pale thick
legs spread with the heels raised high and the heavy calves bunched
tight, the hard perfect ass pumping back and forth above the fleshy
woman beneath.

How often had I been ploughed in much the same position?  More often
than I could imagine I was sure.  This was our secret place - a place
where my son and I could experience pleasure without boundaries,
without prejudice - where we could fuck like animals.  How often had I
orgasmed with that beautiful man inside me?  My anal virginity had
been taken there, right in the middle of the futon where my mother now
lay.  And the rough fabric of that futon had been covered by so much
sexual juice, both by my son and I, that I feared it would reek with
evidence of our affair.  There had been that period that Dan always
pulled out before his climax - on my face, my ass and even on my feet
and in my hair - I revelled in his pleasure and wilfully was used by
him.

The loud sighs of my parent shook me from my memories, the echos of
their clashing sex organs loud in the darkened room.  I sighed with
acceptance and turned to leave.

Again it only took one word from my son to stop me - to change my
life.  Had I ever been able to deny Dan anything?

"Mom?"

I turn back to the couple on the futon, my mother covering her huge
breasts with her hands while my son was half turned between those soft
white thighs giving me the sight of his large fat perfect cock
stretching the pink outer labia of his grandparent.  A shiver ran down
my spin and I looked up at my son's surprised face, back to my
mother's red sweaty face that looked embarrassed.

I had never seen anyone having sex before.  I doubt my mother had ever
had anyone see her having sex.  It can be a humbling moment, I can not
tell you.

My son rolled off his grandmother and stood up.  That large pole
before him was dripping with juice, and my eyes slipped to where it
had come from to see it still looking swollen and very wet but also
pink and hairless.  When did she do that?  Dan had asked me to shave
my pubic hair six months ago - and had enjoyed it together up until a
month ago when he asked me to grow it back, trimming only down around
the lips and inside the thighs.  Was my mother as much putty beneath
her grandchild's will as was I?

Dan strode towards me whipping his sweaty face with a strong hand and
I felt suddenly nervous.  I was willing to let them continue without a
word - to share the love of my life with another so that it became an
act of both love and acceptance.  My son instead, took me in his arms,
as he had done earlier in the evening, and our lips met in a
passionate kiss.

God what a kiss - the kiss of a man who had already been worked up to
a lather by another.  I could feel his hard dripping cock pressing my
upper stomach, throbbing with desire and my knees suddenly felt weak.

He was being rough with my small petite body, he was hot and
passionate and his will was nothing against my own, I was pressed
against the back of a wood panelled wall, his kiss raping my lips
deliciously.

His hands were all over me, beneath my nightgown, pawing at my flesh.
I loved it.  The cotton nightie was roughly yanked over my head,
leaving me completely naked, exposed, open to his advances.  His hands
were pulling at my thighs and I felt him lift me up off my feet and
pressed between the wall and his thick hard chest.  I was light, he
had always said, a petite woman - he lowered me expertly, knowing me
better than any man alive.

That large god-given gift pierced my vagina painfully and I cried out
without a care.  Normally we spent a long time in foreplay - my sex as
petite as the rest of my body needed preparation before such a large
invasion.  But, of course, this was not the first time I had been
taken like this - in this position nor without proper preparation.  My
body, or rather my cunt, rapidly moisted at the delicious invasion -
loving every painful centimetre of that fat long cock inside it.  It
stretched and filled me like nothing else that had ever been in there
but my son knew me so well, knew how to use it.

The painful pants escaping my gaping mouth turned to sighs of pleasure
so very quickly quickly.  My mouth sucked on the firm flesh of his
neck as he possessively lifted and dropped me up and down his perfect
cock - fucking me exquisitely.  My ankles were locked about his trim
waist, my hands clawing at his upper back - he was my lover and this
was where I belonged.

Then my eyes opened, drawn to the futon only a couple meters away.
There was that other woman, my own mother, laying still spread as the
second her grandson had abandoned her.  But her eyes were wide,
watching her grandson fuck his own mother, her daughter, with such
energy that it dominated the room.  My mother's hands were busy as
well, surprisingly so - one fondling one of those huge white breasts
and the other between those fat white thighs, two fingers submerged in
the hairless pink lips of her juicy sex.  Was she fucking herself in
time to her daughters shagging?

Was it that sight or simply the pent up emotions of jealousy, anger
and lust that pushed me over the edge?  My orgasm came fast and
furious - my body and soul tensing and then exploding in pleasure.  I
jerked even as my son continued to fuck me upon his cock - using me
like I wanted to be used.

I soon lay like a doll in his hands - my ankles no longer locked
behind him, my hands barely holding his shoulders and my head lay
tired upon his shoulder.  I was amazed at how quickly I had climaxed.
Certainly not the fastest of our secret affair - but after these last
few days and the revelations thereof, yes, very fast.

My darling son was not done though - far from it by the feeling of the
tense muscles of her chest, his upper back - by that unrelenting
hardness within me.  Dan carried me carefully over to the edge of the
futon, slipping to his knees to deposit me next to my naked parent who
was watching everything with wide innocent willing eyes.

I lay with loss, feeling the loss of that man from within my cunt -
but satisfied from the pleasure I had discovered just a moment before.
A feeling I always felt after a delicious orgasm was fucked out of me
and that perfect male muscle was withdrawn.

The movement of the futon brought me back to the present and turned my
head to see my son had returned to that place I had first discovered
them.  He was giving it to his grandmother as hard and fast as he had
given to me just minutes ago.

The sight was no longer neutral to me - I no longer repressed my
emotions on the topic - it was beautiful.  Mother's ageing flesh
bounced wildly like the lapping of the ocean as her son shoved himself
in and out of her body.  And it was obvious that my mom was enjoying
herself - enjoying that perfect cock as I so intimately knew.

The message was finally clear to me - Dan could go and fuck his
grandmother, or any woman for that matter, but I was his mother and
that would always hold a special place in his life.  It was up to me
not to ruin that with petty jealousy - that large cock was big enough
to go around for all to enjoy.

As a form of acceptance for what bounced next to me on the futon, I
reached out and took the hand clawing at the rough fabric - giving her
my love, my support.  Fuck that beautiful cock, enjoy it mother, I
silently said.

Mothers eyes opened in surprise at my touch and they looked so alien -
wild and filled with passion.  Here was that secret woman that only my
son had known - the same secret that I held.  More proof that mother
and I were more alike than either of us admitted before this day.

She pulled my hand towards them, drawing me closer.  I came as bid,
nervous to interrupt their pleasure - wanting my sexy son to give his
grandparent the pleasure I had just experienced.  He was watching us,
watching me being drawn towards my parent as he jackhammered again and
again within the wet hairless folds and I was conscious of his
acceptance, of his knowing that his mother was not going to deny him
anything, not going to be a jealous bitch about this or any woman he
chose to be with.

But then my mom brought our lips together and forced her tongue into
my mouth.  It was a passionate kiss and took me totally by surprise.
The only person that kissed me passionately in the last dozen years
had been my son Dan and before that his father.  This was different
though, desperate in some strange way - I could feel the barely
contained passion in that kiss and it surprised me.

I kissed back.  The reserved kiss of my lover Dan, I allowed myself to
kiss another - kiss my own mother.  It was filled with a strange new
lust and more than a little love.  I didn't question it nor look too
deep into my soul as we kissed passionately and sloppily.

That which had had drawn me to this level of intimacy with my parent
placed my palm upon that dancing huge tit - the huge hard nipple
thrusting into my flesh feeling both sweaty and electric at the same
time.  My parent groaned with pleasure into my mouth and I knew her to
be close, so close - I could feel her flesh tingle beneath my hand -
this knowledge exciting my own body, my sex throbbing with surprising
amount of desire.

Then with my tongue dancing about my mother's teeth, my hand groping
her big fat beautiful breast, she began to scream and climax at the
same time.  It was beautiful - a perfect moment.  The length of which
surprised me - and I felt nothing but joy to be a witness of my
mother's pleasure.  Her climax had to have lasted over a minute, with
waves of passion flooding her senses.  God it was beautiful.

And before I thought it over I felt a hot liquid splat upon the raised
flesh of my face before I realized what it was.  Dan had rushed from
between his grandparents thighs to straddle our faces, stroking
himself to release - raining his seed over our passionately kissing
faces.

How decedent.  How delicious!

As natural as if this was an everyday affair - mother and I broke the
lock on our joined lips and our tongues slipped over the flesh of the
others skin.  We mindlessly sought out the seed that had been
deposited there - that warm salty perfect juice tribute to us by the
one true man in our lives.  It tasted like nectar of the gods,
perfection in every lip-smacking drop.  Then our lips sought the
other, our cheeks and brows slippery with our saliva, clean of sperm -
sharing the taste between ourselves, moaning in unison with our
combined pleasure.

Then it was over and mother and I arched our faces away from the other
and looked into each others eyes.  This older woman was just like me -
powerless to that large beautiful cock and the man that owned and
controlled it.  That word came to mind, 'slut', and a smile appeared
on my lips.  We were the same, mother and I.

As if on cue, mother and I turned our gaze up to look at our smiling
boy.  So proud, so sure of himself.  Rightfully so isn't it?  Here was
two women that he loved who would do any sexual act for him.  Today
had been even more firsts in our long secret relationship and my mind
was dizzy with acceptance.

Without a word Dan carefully disengaged himself from above us -
finding his robe and leaving us in the near darkness, naked, soiled
and very happy.  Mother and daughter - two sluts, both of a kind.  I
chuckled with barely contained pleasure.  I was in love - life was
perfect!

Mother again brought her mouth to my own kissing me gently, her eyes
looking into my own.  "I enjoyed that Niki."

I kissed her back, "I did too mom."

This time she started to chuckle and I joined in, my arms wrapping
about her torso in a loving hug.  We were the same, mom and I, and we
both knew it.

Then I felt her warm hand slip between my thighs, cupping my still-wet
hot sex.  The chuckling stopped and I looked into my mother's eyes and
was surprised to find lust within.

My hand slipped down her abundant warm smooth soft flesh to slip
between those full thighs to cup her sex.  It was so hot so wet and
perfectly hairless - alike but different than my own.  It was the
first vagina, other than my own of course, that I had touched.

Her eyes looked almost feverish as she gasped, "I want to taste you
Niki."

A thrill ran down my spine ending between my legs as that single word
came to my mind again, 'slut'.  This time it was I that started the
kiss, passionate and aggressive - all tongue, saliva and lips.  Both
of us soon moaning and humping the others hand - knowing what we
liked, the other teasing the clitoris expertly.

Then as if a signal, we both rushed to move about - all elbows and
flesh slapping together, anxious to find that simpatico position that
we could enjoy the other.  Then there it was before me and my mouth
watered to taste it.

It still looked red and swollen, as well as very very wet.  A woman's
vagina barely a gasp away.  There was the outer meaty labia, the dark
pink glistening inner labia thrust out like flower petals, the dark
pink entrance to that place Dan had just vacated below and even
further, the wrinkled asterisk of her anus.

I could feel fingers touching me down there, exploring as I was doing
with my eyes to mother's sex.  I spread the outer labia and found her
hooded clitoris almost throbbing expectantly - further down the hole,
now gaping open, moving as if breathing.

A tongue tentatively licked the length of my slit and left me
breathless - good god that felt good.  If I had any complaint with Dan
as a lover, it was that I never received enough oral - perhaps the
slut before me felt the same, perhaps mother and I could compensate
for Dan's neglect?  That thought left me dizzy and extremely horny!

Slut!

A finger slipped deep into my hole and my head jerked backwards
uncontrollably - the tongue again licking.  Exquisite!

I dove forwards, mouth open and hungry to taste that fat sexy cunt
before me.  I did not tenderly apply my love to this woman's sex, I
attacked it with a hunger I rarely feel outside my pleasure with Dan.
The body before me shivered violently and then I heard a loud gasp of
pleasure.

Good - I could give as good as I received.

Mother and I lay on our sides facing each others sex.  Knees high,
arms about the waist of the other - sucking, licking and fingering
aggressively.  We were soon hot sweaty trembling flesh, our faces
covered in the erotic cream of the other.  When one became too
passionate in her movements, the other knew this and eased off -
extending this union for as long as we could.

When mother slipped a finger into my anus, I did the same to her -
both of us knowing and understanding that Dan enjoyed that part of us
and that it was one of our secret and powerful erogenous zones.  When
she latched on to my clitoris as two fingers moved back and forth in
my vagina, another in my anus, I knew this was the moment - and
returned as good as I got.

Our cries of pleasure was muffled by the sex of the other as we lost
control in our mutual orgasms.  Our bodies moving in time even to the
point of collapse, rolling onto our back - exhausted, sweaty and
trembling.

God that was exquisite.

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