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 Title: Have My Cake and Eat it Too


Summary: Wife gets the best of both worlds on her birthday.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   I was forty-five years old; I had a twenty year old son, a twenty-one
year old daughter, and a twenty-two year old marriage.  I had a house in
the suburbs and a good paying job as a nurse at a nearby hospital.  I had
friends and family; I even had the proverbial dog.  The one thing I didn't
have; was sex.

   Until a little less than a year ago; that never bothered me.  Right now,
it was driving every fiber in my body crazy.  Why, you would ask?  One
simple word...menopause.

   It started just after my forty-fourth birthday; and honestly when I
first realized menopause was hitting; I was relieved.  It meant no more
periods, no more sanitary napkins; all the tortures that went with being a
'woman.'

   What I didn't realize was that as one thing left, another would come in
to fill that vacuum.  That thing was my sex drive.  God, by the time I
passed my forty-fifth birthday I was coming unglued.

   I had hastily visited a sex shop; yes one far enough from my house I
hoped no one would know me.  I had bought a vibrator, a dildo, and even a
wand.  What started as a once a week occurrence, rapidly became a daily
ritual where right after work I would abuse my body until I was a sweating
mass of flesh on my bed.

   MY husband was pleasantly surprised at the sharp increase in out sex
life.  The only problem was that while he hadn't changed...I had.  The very
thing that had caused me to fall in love with him was now driving me
insane.

   Tom was an incurable romantic.  He would send flowers, buy frilly night
gowns.  During sex he would kiss my entire body and make the sweetest love
any woman could ever dream of.

   The reality was that my 'dreams' were of being ravaged and taken.  To be
pounded into submission while I screamed for more.  That; was just not his
forte.  God bless the man, he tried; but there wasn't an aggressive bone in
the poor mans' body.

   On one occasion I gave him a demonstration.  He lay beside me on the bed
and watched, first fascinated and then almost horrified as I shoved a nine
inch dildo into myself like a steam hammer.

   When I had finished, he had gently whispered how he could never use me
like that, it wasn't in him.  I loved him terribly, and told him it was all
right.

   "Faye" he had told me.  "Maybe...you need...someone else" he had
suggested.

   I came unhinged that he would suggest I sleep with another man.  To
violate my vows, for mere physical pleasure, was beyond my thought.  I was
shocked that he would even suggest such a thing.

   Afterwards, I had dismissed the entire event as another failed attempt.
I continued to climb in my drive, and my fevered dreams stayed hidden, even
from Tom.

   Apparently the episode had left more of an impression on my loving
husband, than I had thought.

   Two Weeks before my Birthday- Opening Salvo

   I was standing with my back to the kitchen, rinsing my coffee cup at the
sink when the whirlwind blew through.

   "I'm late" I heard Dewey behind me

   I watched amused as Dewey rushed about the room, grabbing a package of
pop tarts, then a can of soda from the refrigerator.

   My head snapped up as this huge form pressed into me from behind.  I
felt his hot breath on my neck as I felt...oh my God.  Long and hard his
cock jammed between the cheeks of my ass, I swore I felt it throb.

   "Love you" he whispered behind me.  Jesus, did he just grind into my
ass?

   I could only stand there stunned as the delightful sensations suddenly
vanished.  I felt this swelling ache between my thighs, and was shocked to
realize I could feel moisture seep down my thighs.

   "I need to run" my husband said softly.  "Are you OK" he asked.

   "I need...a shower" I gasped.  I felt this ball of heat deep in my
belly.

   My husband had to have witnessed it, but he didn't say a word as he left
the house.  I still had an hour yet, and horridly ascended the stairs to
the bedroom.

   Alone in the house, I ignored the shower and rummaged in my night stand,
pulling out the long thick dildo my husband had seen prior.  It took less
than five minutes to be nude from the waist down, stretched out on my bed,
and nine inches of plastic cock rammed up into me; before my mind melted in
a huge orgasm.

   I was shocked and ashamed at the same time.  The image of that solid
tube of cock, and the sensation of two hundred pounds of muscle pinning me
to the sink; I hadn't exploded like that in ages.

   I actually went to work feeling the first measure of physical
satisfaction in almost a year of tortured menopause.  By the time I
returned home early in the afternoon, the hunger and ache had returned.

   I had kicked off my shoes and hung up my light jacket; and was heading
down the hallway to the bedroom.  Time for my friend again, I sighed.

   Suddenly the bathroom door opened and I froze to the spot.  I stared as
six feet of lean, toned man walked out wrapped in a towel.  I stared at
those chiseled muscles as a sudden flush erupted.  What the hell was he
doing home?

   I watched stunned as he saw me standing there, then calmly walked
towards me.  I couldn't help it as my eyes dropped down to the biggest
damned bulge I had ever seen.

   "Oh God" I whispered; I wasn't even able to tear my eyes away in my
fevered state.

   "Dew...Dewey" I tried to say; as once again six feet of muscle pressed
into me.  This time my back was to the wall, and where he pressed was even
more sensitive than my ass had been this morning.

   "Like what you see" his hot voice filled my ear.  I felt that tube press
against my belly, God he was rock hard.  "Keep staring like that and I'll
have to take my towel off" he chuckled.

   God, how could he be so confident, the little shit.  The hell of it was
I couldn't deny I had been staring; any more than I could deny the soaking
flood that was filling my panties as he swiveled his hips, grinding that
monster into my belly.

   Desperately I slipped past him and made fast tracks to the bedroom. 
Closing the door behind me, I felt the relative safety of my room.  I
hadn't even chastised him for his behavior, I couldn't even form words.

   In the few feet it took me to get from the door to my bed, I had shed my
nurse's uniform.  Sliding onto the bed I unsnapped my bra and all but threw
it to the floor.  My entire body was on fire from my own son, I wanted to
cry; but I needed relief even more.

   Rummaging in my bedside stand I pulled my vibrator out, then quickly
cast it back in, instead pulling out what I had lovingly labeled 'Big Boy';
my eight inch, thick dildo.

   Lying back on my bed, I pulled my soaked panties free, picking up that
thick rubber cock, I didn't even give myself foreplay; I just rammed the
damn thing home.

   "Fuck" I grunted as cool plastic stretched my walls.  God I wanted to
feel this full from a warm throbbing cock.

   Usually I would spend a half hour or more fucking myself after work. 
Today, I could feel my body climbing like a rocket.  I closed my eyes as I
gripped my toy, pumping in and out; trying to conjure an image of Tom,
ramming his cock into my wonton pussy.

   I was almost there when the unthinkable happened.  My images of Tom
began to waver, replaced by another image; of a thick hard cock encased in
a towel.  I remembered it pressing into my belly, throbbing with need.

   "Oh Jesus" I moaned, unable to cast out the image.  The towel slowly
faded in my mind, replaced by a thick...hard cock; the cock of my son.

   "Dewey" I gasped as my gut wrenched.

   Whether I had been louder than I thought, or if it had been his choice;
I never knew.  At that moment, holding my dildo in both hands; jamming it
into me as hard and fast as I could; I turned my head to watch my bedroom
door slowly ease open.

   I wanted to scream, I wanted to stop; but I couldn't as the image of
Dewey standing in my doorway appeared.  I thought at first I was
hallucinating, when I realized he was standing there nude.

   God; that cock, he was fucking huge.  He had to be at least nine inches
of solid meat.  And I mean solid, he wasn't standing out proud.  He stood
there so hard his cock was pointing straight up.

   "Take a good look mom" Dewey told me.

   Good look, my eyes were riveted to him.  Only one thought lived in my
fevered brain.  What it would feel like to have that monster shoved up me
right now.  That was it, I lost it right there.

   "SHHHIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT" I screamed as my body exploded.

   My hands continued to furiously pound that soaked toy in and out while
my ass bounced on the bed.  I could feel the fountain of my juices as they
poured out of me, coating my hands.

   My eyes rolled back and my mouth hung open as wave after wave pulsed
through me.  This was the biggest orgasm I could recall in a very, very
long time.  As my body collapsed in exhaustion onto the bed, I glanced at
the now open door; he was gone.

   I pulled the thick toy from my clenching hole, and dropped it on the bed
beside me.  I was still shaking, both from the intensity of my orgasm, and
from the realization my son had just watched me cum.

   What frightened me the most; was the dark thought that lingered in my
mind.  If he had approached me, what would I have done?  Would I have let
him fuck me?

   Later that night, after the house had grown quiet and dark; I slipped
into bed next to my husband.  I had debated for hours if I should say
anything, and if I did, how much.  I realized that hiding it would be an
admission of wrong doing; I needed to say something.

   "Tom" I whispered; seeing if he was awake.

   "Mmmmm" was his sleepy reply.

   "I wanted to tell you...when I got home...Dewey was home" I hesitated.

   "Mmmmm" came back in the darkness.

   "He...uh he came out of the shower..." I whispered.

   "OK" Tom finally formed words.

   "He...well he...he pressed me against the wall" I didn't know how else
to say it.  What do you say; your son jammed his cock in your belly?

   There was a moment of silence, then a BIG shock.  "Was he big" Tom said
back softly.

   "Jesus...Tom" I couldn't believe his question.

   "Answer the question Fay" he told me.

   In the darkness, I could still feel that steel tube press into me.  "He
was huge" I choked out with a shudder.

   "What did you do" Tom asked me.

   "I...I went to the bedroom" I couldn't say it.

   "And" he prodded.

   "Tom..." I begged softly.

   "And" his voice was firmer.

   "Oh God" I moaned softly.  "I masturbated" I finally admitted.

   "How hard did you cum" Holy shit, why was he asking?

   I wanted to see his face, but the room was totally dark.  What was he
thinking, why was he asking this?

   "Christ Tom" I said.  "I was in our bedroom, our private bedroom" I was
a bit flustered.  "I was...well...you know; and he opened the damned door."

   Tom rolled over in the darkness I could feel his breath, his face was so
close.  "Say it Faye" he spoke softly.  "How hard did you cum?"

   "He was...nude" I gasped.

   God, my body was coming alive again as I remembered.  I could feel
wetness seeping between my thighs as I lay next to my husband.

   "And you kept going didn't you" his hot breath washed over my face.

   "Yes" I was ashamed at my admission.  I felt fingers gently caress my
cheek.

   "How hard did you cum baby" Tom asked gently.

   "I couldn't stop...I'm so sorry." I moaned.

   "I don't expect you too, now answer the question" God he was driving me
crazy.

   "Hard...OK" I felt a gush of warm fluids at my response.

   "How hard did you cum" God he just kept pushing.

   "Like a fucking whore in heat...satisfied" I spat back.

   "Actually...yes" His lips softly touched mine.

   I lay there stunned, what was going on; where was my conservative loving
husband.  I couldn't even answer as he rolled back to his other side, and
in moments I heard his soft breathing.

   Three Days before My Birthday-Losing Battle

   For the next ten days, it felt like I was under constant assault.  If it
wasn't bad enough my hormones had gone through the roof on their own; Dewey
drove them through the atmosphere.

   Twice I had come home from work, only to encounter Dewey coming out of
the shower.  I knew damn well he was staging it, but I couldn't prove it.

   To make matters worse, there was no towel.  I mean God, you couldn't
hide that thing under a towel anyway, but watching him calmly walk by in
the hallway, that cock swinging back and forth; I thought I had pissed in
my panties the fluids were gushing so much.

   I did make sure I locked my bedroom door when I got my 'friends' out.  I
didn't want a repeat of that first time.  Not that the sight didn't send me
plummeting over the orgasmic cliff; it was more because I didn't trust
myself staring at that rampant hard dick.

   My birthday was this Friday, and Tom would only say he had a special
evening planned.  I figured a quiet night of dinner for us, and then a romp
in the hay.

   Tom had said very little, and every time I mentioned something about
Dewey, he would just smile and claim "the boy has hormones too." It was
totally infuriating at how calm the two of them were about this.

   Tuesday morning I had risen with Tom to get ready for another day of
work.  I was already dressed in my nurse's uniform.  The hospital I worked
at liked the traditional skirt, white hose, and white shoes.  I thought it
was archaic, but let's be honest, they paid well.

   I was standing just behind the kitchen island, getting myself a cup of
coffee when Tom walked in and sat at the kitchen table.  I brought the
coffee cup I had poured to him, and retreated to get myself another.

   I was surprised when Dewey came walking into the kitchen; the boy never
was up before 9am.  Boy, God he was wearing just a loose pair of boxers,
and I tried not to stare at that well defined six pack as he walked across
the kitchen.

   "Morning Dad" he called out to my husband.

   I watched silently as he came behind the kitchen island where I was
standing, and poured a cup of coffee.  Slipping up behind me, my head
snapped up as I felt nine inches of hard cock suddenly press into the
crevice of my ass.

   "Morning sexy" he breathed in my ear.

   Wild eyed I looked over at Tom, who was sitting at the table oblivious,
looking at his IPad.  I turned and looked back at Dewey who hadn't moved an
inch.  God, I could feel that piece of meat pulse against my cheeks through
my skirt.

   "Dewey, you can't..." my words died in my throat as I felt his free hand
slip beneath the counter and come to rest on my hip.

   "I can't what; appreciate a sexy woman" his baritone voice held me.

   "You shouldn't say such things" I whispered.  "I'm your mother" I set
the coffee cup on the counter and tried to turn and face him.

   It was no use, at six foot he towered over me, and he had me beat by a
hundred pounds in weight.  I felt his body press me against the counter
edge, as he ground that monster into my ass.

   "Why not, you always say to tell the truth" His voice was hot on my
neck.

   "Dewey...please" I tried not to whimper.  "I'm not...hot; I'm your
mother."

   "To bad" Dewey softly chuckled.  "You may be my mom; but you're also one
hot piece of ass" his words seared into my brain.

   Dear God, he saw me as a sex object; a toy to play with.  The dark
realization that this strapping man behind me; wanted me.  It sent a shiver
down my spine and a gush of fluids that threatened to soak through my hose.

   "Dewey...don't" I looked over at my still oblivious husband.

   "Don't what" his voice rumbled in my ear.  "Don't tell you that you've
got a set of tits any man would love to suck on."

   I barely contained the groan as a fresh gush filled my panties.  He was
driving my hormones into orbit as he spoke.

   "Or that I have over nine inches of hard cock I'd love to shove up your
cunt" he was hypnotic.  "Until you scream my name as you cum on it" he
whispered.

   "Oh Jesus" I couldn't stop the soft moan.

   I stared at Tom, as my mind raced.  I needed to get away, run and hide;
before I totally lost control of things.  Then, I grunted softly as that
hand on my hip shifted.  It slid around the cheek of my ass, then along my
nylon covered thigh.

   Oh fuck, it was sliding higher; I wanted to scream stop.  Instead I
stared at my husband Tom, as my sons hand slid under my skirt, hidden under
the kitchen counter.

   Just as his fingers came in contact with my soaked panties, Tom turned
and looked at me.  He smiled as a shudder went through my body.  I felt
those fat fingers drag across my inflamed lips until they found that hard
pearl hidden under the cloth.

   "Unnghhh" I groaned as he began to grind into the sensitive bud.  i "You
need...to stop...oh fuck" I softly moaned.

   My words were hollow as my hips hunched on their own, driving my pelvis
into his hand.  God, his fingers were grinding so hard into me, I thought
he would tear a hole in my nylons.

   I couldn't help it, my belly started to flex as those fat fingers abused
my swollen pussy and clit.  I began to shake as I climbed rapidly.  I
wanted to yell out my pleasure, but instead stood there silent.

   "Oh God Dewey" I moaned as his fingers picked up speed.

   He was now pinching and pulling on my clit through my panties, sending
bolts of pleasure to my belly.  I was standing ten feet from my husband, my
son frigging my pussy, and I was about to have a mind bending orgasm.

   "Oh God...oh God..." I tried to not scream.

   "That's it mom...cum for your son" Dewey commanded my body.

   True to his command, my body answered as a bomb went off in my gut. 
Gripping the counter top, I grunted as cream pumped out of me.  My low moan
loud enough that Tom looked up at me, and I saw that same smile.

   Watch me Tom, I whispered to myself.  Watch your son make your wife
cum.; I thought.  I felt like my legs would buckle as slow waves broke over
me.  It was only through Dewey's strength as he braced me against the
counter that held me in place.

   As my body settled down, and I began to regain control of my muscles,
his hand slid free from under my skirt.

   "Nice one mom" his voice sang in my ear.

   "Motherfucker" I softly hissed back.

   "I wish mom...I wish" his soft voice filled my ear.

   "Have a good day at work" Dewey cheerfully said, slipping from behind
the counter.

   I stood there quivering as I watched him walk from the kitchen.  God, he
was an arrogant bastard, I thought, that thought sending another flex
through my belly.

   "I have to run, have a good day" I was startled back by Tom's words as
he now stood opposite of me across the kitchen island.

   "I love you Faye" he whispered softly, then leaned across the counter
and gave me a gentle kiss.

   "Love...you..." I said, still catching my breath.

   "You know" my husband stopped at the kitchen door.  He turned and smiled
at me again.  "You should have sucked him off for that, it's only fair."

   My eyes flew wide as Tom stepped from the kitchen.  Jesus Christ; he
KNEW.  He knew his son had just fingered me; he knew I had exploded on my
sons' hand.  What the hell was going on?

   The Day before My Birthday-Captured

   Thursday afternoon, I pulled into the driveway and shut off the car.  I
immediately noticed no other cars were home.  Thank God, Dewey must be at
work.  I hurried into the house, slipping off my shoes at the door.  I was
already undoing my nurse's uniform as I headed down the hall and into my
bedroom.

   The last two days had been pure hormonal hell.  Tom had claimed
exhaustion the night of my encounter with Dewey at breakfast.  By the next
night I was shoving my dildo into my sopping pussy, while I mauled my ass
with the vibrator.  When Tom fell asleep moments after coming to bed, I
wanted to shake him and scream my frustration.

   All day images of Dewey's throbbing huge cock filled my hormone fevered
brain.  It got so bad that I had slipped into a bathroom stall and fingered
myself to an orgasm during lunch.  The problem was; all it had done was
throw gasoline on my hormones.

   I crawled nude onto the bed, clutching the dildo.  I propped the pillows
against the headboard and eased back.  Watching, I spread my legs and
brought the cool rubber toy to me.

   "Motherfucker" I whispered; then rammed the damned thing home with a
vengeance.

   Within moments I was dripping juices like Niagara Falls, holding that
fake cock with both hands, jamming it so deep I wanted to hit my cervix.

   "Fuck me...fuck mommy baby." I moaned; as the total perversion took
hold.

   With no one home, I took the slightly slower route up the orgasmic
mountain, hoping that by prolonging it, it would be more intense, more
satisfying.

   Wet slurping filled the bedroom, and the stench of my sex hung in the
air as I pounded my swollen cunt raw.  There was no finesse left in me,
just raw hunger.

   I could feel the knot growing in my belly.  I envisioned that throbbing
hunk of meat; the veins pulsing.  God I wanted that thing to fuck me.  I
wondered what it would taste like, just a small lick.

   The memory of my husband, actually telling me I should have sucked off
our son; it only served to make the knot in my gut tighter.  I couldn't, I
thought, he was my son...he was...  Hearing a floorboard creak I looked up,
my eyes widening at the figure of Dewey standing in the doorway.

   Was it a fevered hormonal dream?  "Dewey" I gasped.

   I looked down his chiseled body, to his fist, wrapped around that
gorgeous cock; slowly pumping along the length.  I should have been frozen
in fear instead the sound of wet sucking from between my thighs, matched
the slapping of skin ten feet from me.

   When he moved, I knew then he was real.  This was no fevered
imagination, as I stared at that hard pulsing cock growing closer. 
Silently he stepped across the bedroom until he stood at the side of the
bed.

   I never spoke a word as my hands kept pumping that hunk of rubber
between my thighs.  Without making a sound, Dewey reached down and wrapped
his fingers in my hair.  He began pulling me over to him, closer and
closer.

   I inhaled deeply, smelling his musk; a gush of fluids soaking my hands
as that cock got close to my face.  When my face was only an inch from that
engorged purple head, I knew what he wanted.

   'It's only fair' I could hear the echo in my mind; as my mouth opened to
accept him.

   Hot and thick, it stretched my cheeks; my jaw opening wider and wider as
his length slid in.  My tongue was coated with precum, and I could hear him
moan as my hot mouth enveloped him.

   Fuck he was big; he was barely half way in when the head bumped the back
of my throat.  I knew this was so horribly wrong, and yet my body lit on
fire.

   "Nnnghhh" I groaned as Dewey pushed deeper.

   I felt his fingers tighten in my hair, and then his hips gave a shove. I
was stunned as he drove that fat cock deep into my throat.

   "Gllllkkkkkk" I choked as the head slipped past my gullet and into my
throat.

   When he pulled back, my nostrils flared as I tried to breath, spit
running down my chin as his cock slid back.  My hands were jamming that
dildo as deep as it could go, while my son pumped his hard cock in and out
of my mouth.

   I wasn't doing this, Dewey was in total command, and he knew it.  He
held my head tight and fucked my hungry mouth like some animal.  My ears
heard the intermittent chocking and soft gagging as his thick cock filled
my throat over and over.

   Tears trickled down my cheeks as I fought to breathe.  There was a few
times I swore I was going to black out from lack of oxygen.  Dewey seemed
to sense those moments, and he would back off, letting me wheeze and cough
as I drew in critical air.

   "Ullggg...uulkkkk" I kept gagging.  "Gugg ummmm" I tried to beg him to
cum.

   Dewey never let up; he drove that cock into my mouth, while I hammered
my cunt with that fake dick.  My eyes began to roll back as I felt my belly
begin to give way.  I was pulled back as I felt his cock swelling in my
tight throat.

   I glanced up, seeing raw lust radiate from his eyes as he watched me. 
He wasn't even speaking as I felt his cock swell.  God I wanted to taste
him right then.  Dewey had other ideas, as he literally ripped his cock
from my gasping mouth.

   As a wad of drool dripped from my slack jaw, my ragged breathing making
my tits rise and fall; Dewey tightening his grip in my hair.  I had heard
of facials and cum bathes before; this was a first for me.

   The first jet of hot thick cook erupted without a warning; as he painted
my face.  It spewed out slime that cling to my eyebrows and cheeks, searing
my skin with its heat.

   The next jet poured more hot cum from my neck to my tits.  Dripping and
oozing over my flushed skin as my son used me as a personal cum rag.

   I never even felt the third blast as the most powerful orgasm my mind
could recall; shredded through me.  I locked every muscle in my body as a
spray of pussy cream erupted from between my thighs.

   "Fuuuuunnnggggg" I groaned as my body shook and trembled.

   Dewey released his hold on my hair, and my body splayed back on the
pillows.  I stared at him with glassy eyes as convulsions tore through me.
God I felt like I couldn't stop cumming.

   "De...De..." I mumbled; unable to form coherent words.

   As my conscious mind slowly returned; I realized I was once again lying
on my bed nude...and alone.  I was covered in obscene hot seed from face to
belly, and the sheets under my ass were drenched in my juice.

   As my body slowly vibrated down; I weakly raised a hand and scooped a
wad of that goo onto my finger.  Like some wanton animal I sucked the slime
from my finger, tasting his tangy sauce.

   The biggest shock as I lay there gasping and trembling; was the
realization that for the first time in I couldn't tell you how long; that
deep rooted hunger and need, was satisfied.

   I had spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up; it took a warm shower
to rinse all the sticky goo from my body; but my mind sang with a clarity I
hadn't felt in a long time.

   Later, as I set Tom's plate on the dining table in front of him; he
reached out and took my hand.

   "You look happy tonight" he said softly.

   "Tom...I..." I felt shame that it was that obvious.

   "Shhhhh" Tom said, squeezing my hand.  "I'm glad sweetheart" he smiled.

   Glad...glad your son had fucked my mouth?  Glad your son had covered me
in hot cum like a street whore?  Glad your wife had violated her wedding
vows because she couldn't control her raging sex drive?

   I was in turmoil because on one hand I was as close to satisfied as I
had been in a year; and totally confused as to why my husband seemed
totally fine with why.

   "By the way" Tom said as he arranged his plate.  "In case I forget or
don't get the chance...Happy Birthday."

   Don't get the chance?  What was happening?  I looked at him in surprise.
I could tell by the look on his face I wouldn't get any more information so
I didn't push.

   My Birthday-Capitulation

   The next morning I rose to the smell of coffee coming from downstairs. I
headed down and padded into the kitchen.  I had taken the day off, wanting
to just relax and pamper myself.  I wanted to be ready for the special
evening Tom had planned.

   I was startled to find the kitchen empty.  Tom was already gone from the
bed when I got up, and I knew from the silence he hadn't been in the
shower.

   Instead of his usual presence at the small kitchen table, I found a
single rose siting in his place.  There was a small note lying under it.

   'I love you more than life.  It's time for you to live' I read in my
husband's usual flourish.

   Time for me to live; what...  I turned as soft footsteps entered the
kitchen.  Instead of Tom, I stood feet from my towering son.  Other than
those loose boxers, he was totally nude.

   "Dewey" I mumbled; pulling the folds of my robe tighter.

   I could feel the tremor in my body at memories of yesterday.  I couldn't
let him know how it had affected me.  Silently he took a step towards me, I
backed up a step.  Like two dancers we moved across the kitchen.

   "Dewey" I gasped; when I felt my ass press against the kitchen island.
He had me trapped, and before I could move that powerful body pinned me
back.

   "What...what are you doing" I tried to ask as his body pressed against
mine.  God, I could feel the heat rising between my thighs again.

   "Happy forty-fifth birthday mom" he rasped at me.

   "Thank you" I whispered back.  Oh God, his thick cock was pressed into
my belly, and I could feel it hardening against me.  I had to get away.

   "You have no idea how fucking hot you are, do you" Dewey almost hissed.

   "You can't..." I tried to stop him.

   I was stunned when he simply reached up, and opened the top of my robe.
I had worn a light teddy, thinking to entice Tom to a little fun before he
headed to the office.  I could feel the cool air of the kitchen wash over
my nearly exposed breasts.

   "God they're so fucking perfect" Dewey sighed as he stared at my exposed
breasts.

   "Dewey, you can't...Oh God" my sentence broke into a moan as a huge maw
reached up and covered one breast.

   I reached up to his shoulders to try and push him back, but I was
trembling so badly I had no strength.  I was captivated as he lowered his
head, his lips parting.

   "Oh shit" I gasped as a hot mouth closed over one nipple.  "Oh baby" I
moaned as he sucked the diamond bud in, then nipped at it with his teeth.

   I began to shake violently as he attacked my breasts like a starved man.
He left a glistening trail of warm spit from one aching breast to the
other. I tilted my head back, arching my back to meet his mouth as a tremor
shot through me.

   Jesus, my son was mauling my tits; sucking on my sensitive nipples; and
I just had the hottest mini orgasm as I stood there.  I could feel the
trickle of warm fluids down my bare thighs.  Oh God, I realized; I had
anticipated Tom, I wasn't wearing panties.

   "Dewey...we have to...stop...your father..." I struggled to get out.

   "Oh yeah" Dewey suddenly chuckled.

   I felt the robe slip off my shoulders, and I was helpless to stop it
from falling from my body.

   "Dad wanted me to tell you" my eyes grew wider as he reached down to the
waistband of his boxers.  "Happy Birthday...and he hopes you enjoy your
present" I stared mesmerized as his boxers slid down.

   My present, I didn't understand, and then over nine inches of raging
cock slid into view; and the thought vanished from my fevered brain.  I
felt a flood of cream drip between my thighs, much more and I would be
dripping to the floor.

   "Unnghhh" I grunted, as two powerful arms lifted me like I was a
feather, depositing me on the kitchen island.

   Comprehension slowly began to dawn on me.  My hormonal fevers, my raging
sex drive, Tom's reluctance to be aggressive.  His seeming passiveness
while his son all but raped me one morning in the kitchen.

   "You wouldn't..." I stared at Dewey, aghast at the suggestion.

   Slowly he knelt on the kitchen floor in front of me.  His large hands
gripped my knees and with a swift jerk, spread my legs wide.  I was so wide
open I thought my hips would pop.

   "You want to be" Dewey growled as he leered at my gaping pussy.  Then
that hot sucking mouth that had lavished such attention on my breasts,
slammed over my dripping hole.

   "Dewey, Oh baby no" I gasped as his nose ground into my mound.  "You
can't, I'm you're..." I tried to protest, as my hands pushed against those
powerful shoulders.

   "Mothheerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" I wailed as the assault hit.

   Tom was all right at giving oral sex, let's be honest it wasn't his
favorite but he did it because I loved it.  This, Oh my God, this was a man
feasting on me.  I felt his searing tongue jam through my swollen lips and
probe deep.  I felt him swirl around inside scooping up fluids.  I felt my
clit sucked and tugged on at the same time.

   My brain was screaming no; but the expert attack of my twenty year old
son; reduced me to melted butter in moments.  My heels drummed on the
cabinets, while my nails dug into his broad shoulders.

   "Oh fuck...Oh Dewey..."NNNNAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" I screamed as every hormone
inside me let loose.

   Dewey became the epitome of what I had begged Tom for.  He didn't make
love, he fucking ATE me.  His tongue rammed in and out of my sopping pussy;
while he slurped and sucked at my sweet honey.  His lips locked onto my
clit, sucking and tugging with obscene sounds.  When he bit down on that
bud I lost it.

   "Fuuckkkkk...I'm Cummminnggggggggggggg" my voice echoed across the
kitchen; even as sparks went off behind my clenched eyes.

   My whole body jerked, as my ass bounced on the counter.  I could feel my
juices spray out to coat Dewey's face as I lost control.  Where Tom would
ease back, let that sweet ache linger, Dewey simply kept going.

   "Oh shit...oh fuck...so good...oh my God" I babbled like a mad woman as
my body erupted.

   Dewey just continued to feast on my swamp as I pumped a river out.  I
felt a second wave roll in right behind the first, good God I was going to
cum again.

   "Gahhhh...Dewwww...of fuck Deweyyyyy" I wailed as my second orgasm tore
through me.

   My hands clawed at his shoulders as he reached around and cupped the
cheeks of my quivering ass.  In the midst of raw pleasure I felt him latch
onto my clit and pull roughly, tuggng the bud straight out.  That's it, my
shattered mind dimly thought, use your mother.  The thought was obscene and
oh so wrong; but God the orgasm was intense and oh so good.

   "No...no...don't stop..." I begged as his face came free.

   I had been heading towards a third orgasm, as his tongue and mouth
released me.  Dewey rose to stand between my lewdly spread thighs.  I
marveled at all the wetness that coated his face.  God, that was me, I
realized.

   "What did you call me...last time" his voice was hoarse.  "A
motherfucker" he grated.

   I stared in a fever of confusion into his burning eyes.  I had called
him what...when?  I realized he meant when he had force fed me that
beautiful cock and opened my mouth to respond.  Because I had been looking
at his cum drenched face, I hadn't seen what he was doing down below.

   I didn't need to see because I FELT it.  His hips drove forward; and
every inch of his huge cock drilled straight into me.  Like a spear it went
deeper and deeper, stretching my walls beyond belief until I thought he
would ram into my gut.

   I opened my mouth to scream again, but my body roared past that.  All
that came out was a gurgling noise as that third orgasm came home.  My
walls clenched around him, my belly did a flip, and I felt my juices coat
his cock and balls as I poured out.

   "I'm...a...mother...fucker" Dewey grunted between deep powerful strokes.

   "Fuck me...fuck your mother...fuck...your...MOTHER..." I panted with
each thrust.

   I held onto his shoulders for dear life as his hips pummeled into my. 
The sound of skin slapping on ski was filling the kitchen; and you couldn't
miss the heavy scent of raw sex in the air.

   I am ashamed to admit all thoughts of Tom were burned away as this young
man used my body.  He squeezed my ass, mauled my tits.  His teeth nipped my
neck; and through it all he fucked me like a man possessed.

   My entire body had turned into a mass of quivering flesh when my fourth
orgasm roared through me.  With every wave in my belly, I felt that thick
cock pound into my cunt.  He never missed a stroke as he fucked me right
through my climax.

   I could feel a fifth orgasm building; I was stunned at how this young
man was playing my body like a violin.  Where had he learned to do this?  I
dimly wondered.

   I felt his forehead press to mine, and my eyes fluttered open to stare
into his burning gaze.  "I'm going to cum" his hot breath wafted over my
lips.

   "I'm not pulling out" His voice was demanding.  "I'm going to fill my
mothers' tight cunt with my seed" He didn't ask, he was telling me what was
going to happen.

   I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, pulling his body against
mine as my breasts mashed against his chest.  I had given in as I opened my
body to accept his hot load.

   I sat on my kitchen counter, and stared into my sons' eyes as I felt
that huge piece of meat expand even more deep inside me.  It was so tight
inside me I actually felt it pulse along my walls; and then I felt it.

   Some women claimed they could feel a man cum inside them, I never had.
It wasn't that I was insensitive or unaware when Tom would cum; it was
simply not the right circumstances.  I decided in that moment, it was a
combination of his size, and my tightness.

   Dewey was stretching me to the limit he was buried so deep.  When that
first jet of cum splashed against my walls my eyes fluttered but stayed
locked to my son.

   I opened my mouth to speak, when a second searing blast spewed inside.
All I got out was a sudden expulsion of breath as that lingering fifth
orgasm, slammed home in my gut.  My belly flexed, and I felt the shock of
hot juices spraying out to soak his belly and then mine.

   The two of us just panted and grunted as our bodies shook together. 
Sweat slick skin slid along the other.  As Dewey slowly began to withdraw
from me I couldn't help myself.  I looked down and watched that thick tube
slide out with a wet slurp.  God it was totally coated with my white cream
as it hung there still half hard.

   Looking between my own thighs, I stared in amazement as a thick glob of
semen oozed out of my gaping pussy.  I couldn't believe I had just had sex
with my son, and the load he had pumped into me.  I slid off the kitchen
island onto wobbly legs.  God but he had given it to me good.  Bending
down, I retrieved my robe.

   I turned to Dewey, who stood calmly by the island, his semi flaccid cock
dripping a combination of our juices unto the kitchen floor.  I couldn't
find the words to describe what I felt, so I half stumbled out of the
kitchen, and retreated to the upstairs master bathroom.  Dropping the robe
on the floor, I started the water and slipped into the warm spray.

   I spent the next half hour or so trying to scrub the shame from my body.
I kept trying to tell myself I had no choice, but I knew better.  The sick
part was that for the first time in a year, I didn't have that insatiable
hunger; Dewey had fucked it right out of me.

   I was just finishing my shower, still in turmoil of what to say.  How
could I tell Tom, how would I face my son?  As I reached for the shower
knobs, I was startled when the sliding door to the shower stall opened, and
Dewey slid in behind me.

   "Dewey, what are you...ummmmpppffff" my words ended in a muffle as his
lips ground against mine.

   His tongue jammed into my mouth as his six foot frame drove me back
against the shower wall.  I could feel his cock, once again steel hard,
pressing into my belly.

   "We can't do this" I tried to say when he finally released my mouth.

   Dewey simply ignored my voice, his hands gripping my wet shoulders; he
spun my petite body around.  I slid on the shower floor, my hands coming
out to instinctively brace myself on the tiled wall.

   "Baby we can't..." I gasped.  A large paw pressed against my upper back,
forcing my body to bend; my ass jutting out behind me.

   "No...no...no." I chanted as he stepped up behind me.  "We can't..." the
rest was a primal scream.

   "FUCKING HELLLLLLLLL" I heard my voice echo off the shower wall.

   Dewey's hips rammed forward; that engorged head spearing between my lips
as nine inches of hard cock rammed into me from behind.  Unlike the
kitchen, I was bent over, totally exposed for maximum depth, and fuck did
he hit it.

   I felt like I was being split in half by a log as he filled my tight
hole.  Pulling back he slammed back in; his balls slapping my dripping cunt
as his hips made the cheeks of my ass bounce with every impact.

   I gritted my teeth as I shoved my ass back; that's right fuck me you
bastard I thought.  Warm water cascaded over our bodies as Dewey hammered
into me.  Our grunting and primal growls were the only sound now in the
shower.

   I thought the kitchen had been savage, this bordered on brutal as I was
impaled on his cock meat again and again.  I knew I had to be pumping out a
gallon of pussy juice, but it was masked by the running water.

   Dewey leaned over my back, his hands sliding from my hips up my slick
body.  Those huge paws wrapped around my swinging tits, and began to knead
the soft flesh.  Fuck, he was using every inch of me and I could feel my
hormonally charged body responding.  Finally, I just couldn't contain it
any longer.

   "That's it baby, fuck your momma" I hissed.  "Come on, do it harder
baby." I moaned.

   One hand left my breast, fingers wrapping in my wet hair.  Dewey jerked
my body upright; and at the same moment slammed his hips forward.  The
power of his thrust drove my body against the cool tile of the shower wall.

   "AARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I screamed as he pounded up into me.

   The leverage of his height was lifting me off my feet with every stroke.
Dimly I realized he had me pinned to the wall, hanging in the air suspended
on nine inches of hard cock.  MY toes started to curl, as my nails
scratched along the tiles.

   "Oh fuck yes...fuck me Dewey...don't stop" I whimpered.  "Make me
cum...make me cum..." I babbled.

   The rocket exploded in my belly, as hot jets of cum spewed up into me.
At the same moment I felt juices spray out and splatter against the shower
wall.  As darkness seeped into my mind, I was stunned to realize, we had
just both cum at the exact same moment.

   When my eyes slowly opened later, I found myself stretched out on my
bed, the comforter pulled over my nude body.  I shifted under the cover,
feeling warmth ooze out from my sore pussy, to join the already dried crust
between my thighs.

   Glancing at the clock I was startled to realize I had been asleep for
almost four hours.  Dewey had totally exhausted my body in his attacks. 
Not that I was complaining.  As I rose out of the bed, I was even more
surprised to realize that quaking hunger was only a dim rumble in my gut.

   I threw on my robe, not bothering with a nightgown, and padded down the
stairs to the kitchen.  When I entered the kitchen, I stopped in my tracks.
Tom was standing at the island, pouring coffee into a thermos.  His
container only inches from the half dried puddle of cum Dewey and I had
left behind this morning.

   "Tom" I gasped; suddenly feeling exposed under my robe.

   "Hey baby" my husband chirped.  "I'm just grabbing some coffee for the
golf course."

   "Coffee...golf...I thought." I stuttered.  "It's my..." I hesitated.

   Tom slowly screwed the lid onto the thermos, and then stood without
turning around.  His eyes stared down at the drying pool next to his hand.

   Dear God, I thought, what do I say?

   "Faye" Tom spoke softly, turning to face me.  "I love you more than
life" he sighed.  "That I couldn't be what you needed hurt...a lot." I was
stunned into silence.

   "Happy Birthday my love" he smiled gently.

   It was at that moment; Dewey chose to walk right past us and to the
refrigerator.  I was numbed to realize he was totally nude, that flaccid
monster swinging between his thighs.

   "Hey dad" he called out.

   "Hey Dewey" my husband replied; as if the act was an everyday
occurrence.

   I was totally confused; how could he have not seen, how could he be so
damn calm.  Then I slowly turned to my loving husband, my half open robe
forgotten.

   I watched his eyes drift down my body, there was no hiding the crusted
cum that clung to my thighs, or my swollen nipples that jutted straight
out. Tom never said a word as Dewey stepped behind me; his eyes resting on
mine.

   I was frozen as I felt the hem of my robe slowly rising; dear God
here...now.  I could only stare mutely as Dewey edged my body closer to the
kitchen table.  Tom watched silent as I was bent forward until my palms
rested flat on the table.

   I couldn't deny the growing heat and wetness in my belly that this young
stallion wanted to use me again.

   "Tom" I gasped as I felt a thick tube slide between my thighs.

   "No marks, remember" Tom looked at our son.

   "No marks" Dewey repeated.

   "Oh my God" I whispered.

   "Happy birthday sweetie" Tom said softly.

   I never saw him leave the kitchen; my eyes rolling back as that huge
fuck stick slid up into me from behind.  I was free, free to enjoy; as
hands gripped my hips.

   "FUCK MEEEE" I screamed as Dewey bottomed out in me; never hearing the
front door close.

   It was my birthday; time to have my cake and eat it too.


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