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 Title: The Fuck Stop: Family Outing


Summary: Son needs a sex toy.  Mom goes shopping with him


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,sex







   It was 5:15 on a Thursday.  I had just left the office and was driving
across town to my book club meeting at 6:00. 

   "Son of a bitch!" I exclaimed to one in particular as I realized I what
I forgot: Leah's shoes.  She had let me borrow a pair of gold strappy
sandals for a wedding I had attended a month ago.  I had forgotten to bring
them back to her for the last three weeks of our book club meetings.  I
decided there was no way I could flake on returning them again, so I exited
the highway and headed toward my house.  I figured I would still be able to
arrive at the event more or less on time. 

   I pulled into the driveway next to my son Jake's car.  He is nineteen
and a sophomore in college, currently home for summer break.  My mind was
on autopilot: "Okay Elena, you need to make a beeline for the shoes which
are on the floor beside your dresser, and hightail it out of there to get
to book club by 6:00." 

   Being so 'in the zone,' it took me a moment to register the strange
sounds I heard upon walking through the back kitchen door.  Loud wailing
and rhythmic grunting seemed to fill the entire first floor, but my brain
did not connect the dots until my vision registered the source of the
noise.

   Displayed on my 60" wall-mounted TV was a pornographic scene in which a
muscular young stud was railing an older woman.  He had her bent over at
the waist, holding onto her backward-stretched arms at the wrists.  He was
ramming his absurdly large dick up her twat from behind, his balls loudly
slapping off her puffy slit.

   "Ohhhhh yessss!  Fuck me, son!  Fuck Mommy's pussy!" The MILF screamed
as she looked back at her fucker. 

   Still in abject shock, my head turned to see Jake on the loveseat.  He
was naked.  He had turned to look at me.  He had a pair of blue panties
with orange polka-dots wrapped around his cock.  I happened to know that
those panties were made of silk.  We stared at each other, frozen in
open-jawed surprise, for what felt like five minutes but was probably more
like five seconds. 

   "Oh my god, Mom," Jake cried, "I thought you -""

   "Shit!" I interrupted, "I'm leaving!" I said as I fled out of the door I
had just come in.

   I peeled out of the driveway and sped out of our neighborhood, my
thoughts racing even faster than my car.  I had not retrieved Leah's shoes
and was in no state of mind to share thoughtful commentary on a lackluster
historical fiction book anyway.  So I drove around the city for an hour and
a half, ruminating about the appalling scene I had walked into earlier.  I
understood that my son had needs -"hell, we all do!  But how could Jake be
so brazen?  So reckless?  He had a laptop and a smartphone; why couldn't he
rub one out in the privacy of his bedroom like the rest of us?

   Mostly, I was trying to figure out how to handle this delicate
situation. On the one hand, I had to nip Jake's audacious living room wanks
in the bud.  But on the other hand, I didn't want to shame him any more
than was necessary.  There were a couple of things I kept getting stuck on,
though.  One was Jake's use of my panties -"yesterday's used panties -"as a
masturbation aide.  The other was an image my mind wanted to deny, but kept
resurfacing.  During the interminable moment that we stared at each other
in shock, Jake kept slowly pumping his panty-wrapped cock. 

   I dreaded the possibility of having to face Jake when I returned home,
but I couldn't drive aimlessly forever.  Luckily, when I walked back in the
house, he was in his room.  I grabbed a protein bar out of the cupboard for
dinner and hid in my room as well.  I just couldn't face that conversation.
I'd have to tackle it the next day. 

   Feeling somehow dirty from the evening's turn of events, I took off my
work clothes and started the shower.  As I waited for the hot water to kick
in, I caught my reflection in the mirror.  My light hazel eyes stared back
at me.  Not bad for an almost-40-year-old, I thought.  At 5'4", I worked
out and kept myself relatively fit.  My caramel-colored hair grazed my
collarbone and complimented the rosy-brown nipples on my grapefruit-sized
tits.  I did not have much body hair to begin with, but my little pubic
bush was tidily trimmed.  I wondered if I was a "MILF," then forcefully
pushed the thought out of my head, due to its connection to the shit-show
earlier. 

   In any case, I was still attractive, I thought as I stepped into the
steamy shower.  As I often did around this time of night, I started
thinking I should make more effort to date.  I hadn't made it a priority
since Jake's father left ten years ago.  I'd been dating more since Jake
went off to college, but it only amounted to short-term things that fizzled
out and a few mediocre one-night-stands. 

   I sighed and continued with the next step in my nightly routine.  After
lathering myself with body wash, I began massaging my tits, then let my
fingers migrate downward.  I unhooked the handheld shower sprayer from its
base on the wall and slid it up and down the front, then the back of my
body.  I leaned back and braced myself on the corner of the bathtub.  I
thought about that tasty chap from the Aquaman movie and positioned the
showerhead directly below my pussy.  I adjusted the setting to "massage"
and enjoyed the stronger pulses of water on my clit.

   My sexual proclivity tends toward submission, so I usually fantasize
about a strong man taking control of me in some form or fashion.  I was
deep into a fantasy and the long-haired Aqua-stud was pounding my cunt from
behind.  I had the water pressure just right, my pussy was hot, and I was
about to get the orgasm I needed.  I imagined looking back at the beefcake
fucking me as I started to cum, but instead saw the lust-dazed face of my
son.  I immediately recoiled from my horny reverie and my orgasm died on
the vine.  I was left with my pelvis humping fruitlessly into the cascading
water.  I went to bed unsatisfied.

   ********************

   Having tossed and turned more than I slept that night, I woke the next
morning feeling exhausted and crabby.  I also woke up late, leaving me no
time to masturbate to rectify the loss of last night's climax.  If I get
turned on and for whatever reason can't cum, I stay in an extremely horny
and frustrated state until I get release.  On top of all this, I was
dreading the talk I would need to have with Jake that evening.  But my busy
work day provided sufficient distraction, and my mood eventually leveled
out. 

   When I returned home, Jake was eating a sandwich at the kitchen table.
Seeing me enter, he picked up his plate and tried to duck out of the
kitchen.

   "Jake, sit down.  Let's chat," I said. 

   He sat, looking down at the table.  "I don't know what you want me to
say, Mom."

   "Well," I started, with a touch of sarcasm, "You can start by explaining
what possessed you to blare porn on the living room TV, while...  having a
go at yourself...  on the loveseat!"

   "I'm sorry Mom, I thought you had book club.  I didn't mean for you to
see me," Jake replied.

   "I understand that you have a healthy sex drive, Jake, and I'm not
trying to demonize you for that.  But the whole way you were going about it
last night was completely inappropriate," I said.

   "I know it was a bit...  over the top," Jake said.  "But you can't
possibly imagine how horny I am constantly.  I thought it would get easier
over summer break, but it hasn't.  My last semester was really tough and
stressful.  There are so many hot girls everywhere on campus, and a lot of
them want my...  erm...  they come on to me.  But I knew there was no way
I'd pass calculus, let alone physics, if I was chasing tail.  Seriously
Mom, it was really hard."

   Jake's last sentence caught me off guard for a second, until I put it on
context of his previous words.  I mentally shook off the word "hard" that
lingered in my head.  Then I sat silent to contemplate the dilemma he faced
at school.  Poor Jakey was having to fight off the pussy with a stick, it
sounded like.  My mirth turned into sympathy when I saw the forlorn look on
his face. 

   Jake really was growing into a fine specimen.  He got his height and
broad chest and shoulders from his father.  He stood a little over 6', and
built his physique playing football in high school.  He wasn't on any sport
team in college, but was obviously doing something to stay in shape.  His
sandy blond hair had grown a little shaggy.  His deep brown eyes and
chiseled jaw line really rounded out the package.  I supposed I was seeing
Jake not as my little boy, but as a man for the first time.  It was
disconcerting, particularly in light of last night's mishap. 

   "Okay, Jake.  I can see where you're coming from.  But why were you
using those panties -"my used panties -"to...  pleasure yourself?" I asked,
feeling my cheeks grow hot.

   Jake hung his head and groaned.  "I told you Mom, I'm horny 24-7.  I
jerk off a lot.  Like a LOT.  And my hand just isn't cutting it anymore. 
If I'm going to stay focused on my classes, I need to stay away from girls.
That means I need something more...  realistic, more fulfilling to get off.
That's why I was rubbing your panties on my cock.  I'm sorry.  I know
that's not okay."

   I flinched at his unnecessarily lewd language choice.

   "Well, Son, I can't have you masturbating in our common areas, or with
my undergarments.  It's inappropriate.  I do support your wish to focus on
your studies, of course.  But you say you need something more 'real' to
use. Do you have any other ideas as to what might satisfy you?  Something
that can be kept private?"

   Jake seemed to think for a moment.  "Um...  actually, I think having
some...  toys would help my situation a lot."

   "Some toys...  as in..." I stopped myself before I said anything rude or
presumptuous. 

   "Yeah, like maybe a couple of fleshlights.  Or a sex doll," Jake said.

   "Really, Jake?  A sex doll?  Where the hell would you keep a sex doll in
your shared campus apartment?" I asked, incredulous. 

   "Okay," he said sheepishly, "Maybe just the fleshlight, then."

   I fought hard not to outwardly react.  I knew all about fleshlights, I
wasn't that far out of the loop.  In fact, a guy I briefly dated had one in
his closet that I accidentally came across.  When I first figured out what
it was, I was somewhat disgusted.  But over time, I found myself
fantasizing about walking in on him using it.  Something about the
perceived depravity of it was a major turn on for me. 

   I was feeling uncomfortable and ready to end this conversation with
Jake.

   "Okay hon, I'll give you my credit card and you can order yourself a
couple of toys.  Sound good?"

   "Actually Mom, I was kinda hoping you could take me to this adult store
here in town.  They supposedly have a big variety of toys displayed so you
can...  get a feel for what you like."

   I stopped myself just before I got exasperated with Jake and told him to
take his damn self to the sex store.  I sensed he was experiencing -"what
-"sensitivity?  Embarrassment?  I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but
it just seemed like one of those times he needed his mom.  I didn't want to
further shame him for his sexual needs, and I did want to support him.  So,
I agreed to go with my son to a store called The Fuck Stop the next day. 

   I didn't dare attempt masturbating that night, for fear of Jake's
invading presence in my mind.

   ********************

   The next day was a scorcher and I reached for a breezy sundress, which
was about all I could stand to have covering my body.  I tried to push down
the perturbed feeling I had as I got ready to go out for the day with Jake.
I figured a big part of it must have been my increasing sexual frustration
due to not getting off for a few days.  The other part was that I just felt
plain uneasy about shopping for sex toys with my son.  But I put on a happy
face, determined not to make this outing any weirder than it needed to be.

   Luckily, things were mostly back to normal between myself and Jake as we
had breakfast in the kitchen.  We puttered around for a bit, had lunch at a
downtown cafÃ(C), and eventually arrived at The Fuck Stop.  Rather
nondescript from the outside, we were both amazed at the store's inner
expanse.  It seemed pretty deserted.  I told Jake to go look at what he
came for, and I would be browsing around if he needed me.

   Just after Jake and I split up, two employees walked swiftly out of a
back area of the store.  They were smoothing their clothes, tidying up, as
if they had been lying down on the job.  Forgivable, I thought, given the
lack of business at the time.  The male employee was walking toward me.  He
was probably in his late 30s (maybe a couple years younger than me), really
good looking, tall with dark hair and eyes and a fit, wiry build.  The
woman, whose fiery red hair I only caught a glimpse of, bustled away in the
opposite direction.

   "Hello there!  Welcome to The Fuck Stop.  Can I help you find
something?" he said, and gave a wide, friendly smile. 

   "Oh, no.  Thank you though," I said.  "I'm just perusing."

   "Great, well let me know if I can assist you in any way." 

   He didn't rush off like a typical retail employee.  Instead, he lingered
an extra moment, staring intently into my face.  That brief flash of his
interest caused my neck and face to redden and a tide of excited heat to
roll through my crotch.

   "Sure will," I said and turned away.

   I wandered around the spacious store and found myself getting horny
despite my best efforts to stay detached.  God, I really should have rubbed
one out before we left, I thought.  I walked past some slutty lingerie and
imagined the panties being pulled aside while a big cock entered me.  I
scanned the covers of the porn videos and recalled the MILF getting fucked
in Jake's porn.  I wound up in the women's toy section, surrounded by
dildos and vibrators.  Looking at the veiny, silicone cocks caused me to
wonder exactly how long had it been since I'd been fucked.

   As I contemplated this, I was startled by the male employee who walked
up and was standing right behind me, close enough for me to feel his
warmth. His presence gave me full-body chills.

   Then came his low-toned voice.  "Are you sure you don't need any help?
You've been browsing for quite a while." 

   I checked my watch, and sure enough, we'd been there for 30 minutes
already.  I stood still, almost trembling from feeling his breath on my
ear. I could find no words to say at the moment.

   "I'm Brad, by the way," he said as he inched closer to me.  His front
was now in full contact with my back.

   "Elena," I scratched out. 

   "Elena," he repeated.  "Maybe I can help you find a toy you'd really
like.  How does that sound, Elena?"

   "Okay," I nearly whispered. 

   Brad reached around in front of me to replace an errant item on its
correct hook.

   "So tell me, what are your favorite things to do in the bedroom?  That
will help me find the perfect toy for you."

   I was incredibly surprised to hear myself replying: "I like just about
everything, but I have a fantasy of being fucked and licked at the same
time." 

   "Oh yeah?  That does sound hot." I swore I felt Brad push his hips into
me slightly as he said that.  "I think I have just the thing," he said.

   Brad led me to a nearby aisle, his hand on my lower back.  My cunt was
growing warmer and I had to imagine my panties were beginning to dampen.

   He grabbed a box off the shelf which showed a pink dildo that curved
back around and on the shorter end, had a tongue-like appendage. 

   "Wow.  Never seen one of those," I said. 

   "Yep.  Cutting edge technology here," Brad replied.  "And it comes with
an instructional video.  I'll set you up in one of our viewing rooms."

   Before I could protest, Brad was shuffling me off to another part of the
store. 

   "Wait here just a minute and I'll get the video cued up," he said and
was gone.

   As I stood there awkwardly, I caught sight of my son and the redheaded
female employee a few aisles over.  I couldn't tell what they were looking
at, but it seemed that the woman was reviewing their product selection with
him.  They were standing very close to one another.  They didn't seem to
notice me. 

   Then Brad reappeared and ushered me into a small, clean room with a
padded bench built into one side and a viewing screen on the opposite side.
He patted the bench, motioning me to sit down, which I did.  I think he
could tell I was in heat at this point. 

   Brad unboxed the fancy toy, but did not hand it to me.  Instead, he
lifted up the skirt of my sundress and bent at his waist to inspect.  He
placed his thumb on the wet spot in my panties, pressing lightly.  I
moaned. He then set down the dildo, pointing toward my pussy.

   "Mmm..." he said as he licked the thumb that touched my wet panties. 
"Enjoy, Elena."

   Brad walked out, closing the door behind him.  A minute later, the video
started playing.

   At first, I couldn't pay attention because of the shock and lust
swirling together within me.  I couldn't believe that a sex store employee
would be so bold, and yet, I really wished he'd come back and fuck my
dripping pussy.  The implications of the situation began to set it.  Brad
put me in this room with this toy and video so I could test it out on
myself.  Not only that, but he had deliberately turned me on so much, I
couldn't resist. 

   On the screen, images of the product floated around for a minute before
cutting abruptly to a scene of a couple on a bed.  The nude woman was
leaning back against the headboard with her thighs spread wide.  Her
muscular male companion had his face buried in her snatch.  The video
zoomed in on the pussy-eating action for a few moments, then switched to a
new scene.  This one featured a skinny woman with small tits who was riding
the face of her lover, in evident ecstasy.

   I gasped and felt my juices soaking through my panties.  My hand made
its way down to my crotch and my middle finger pressed right where Brad's
thumb had been moments before.  I felt pretty weird preparing to masturbate
since my son and I had come here together.  But it wasn't like he was
watching me.  This was a private room.  I resigned myself to the fact that
this was happening.

   The video then cut to a woman holding the product and talking about its
features.  There was a closeup of the tongue part and you could see it had
tiny bumps on the surface to simulate a real tongue.  The camera panned out
and you could see the woman was sitting on a chaise, with her bottom half
totally naked.  She pressed a button and the tongue came to life with a
muted buzz.  She demonstrated how to change the "licking" pattern and speed
and then applied the tongue toy to her clit.

   It looked pretty fucking hot, so I decided to check it out.  I slid down
my panties, opened my legs and hiked my feet up on to the bench with me. 
My pussy was totally exposed and it was making me horny to know that while
no one could see me, I was technically still in public.  Gripping the dildo
part, I turned the toy to a random licking setting at medium speed setting
and moved it closer.  When it reached my clit, it was definitely a unique
sensation.  I realized that there was a little bottle of lube included in
the box so I squirted some on my mound and let it drip down.  I put the toy
back on my clit and my pelvis popped up toward the slippery stimulation. 
Ahhh fuck.

   I enjoyed the mock pussy-licking action as the video continued to show a
variety of different hot cunnilingus clips.  After a few minutes, the porn
scenes transitioned to three-ways.  In the first, a buxom blond bimbo was
on her back, being fucked hard by a bald stud while a brunette girl was
bending over the side of the couch, tonguing her clit.

   The demonstrator woman came back on to showcase other features of the
toy.  Then, looking deep into the eye of the camera, she stuffed the longer
end of the dildo into her pussy. 

   "Oh Christ," I muttered and couldn't wait a second longer to mime her
actions.  I flipped the toy around so the cock end was pointing toward me.
I teased my sopping hole a little before easing the dildo in, inch by inch.
As I worked the toy into my steaming cunt, the video returned back to porn
scenes.  A particularly hot one showed a horny co-ed riding some cock in
reverse cowgirl while another guy lapped his tongue from her opening to her
clit over and over.

   I turned the clit-licking tongue back on as I was fucking my pussy. 
Holy shit.  It felt amazing.  My cunt was humping into the dildo, trying to
cram in even more pleasure.  I leaned my head back and closed my eyes,
focusing in on the sensations in my pussy.  The video's sound faded away
and my brain continued to supply me with a barrage of fantasies to go with
my self-love.  Images flashed through my mind: Brad staring lustfully into
my face, my ex-boyfriend getting caught fucking his fleshlight, the
mother-son porn from the other night, a nondescript cock fucking me
mercilessly, my son Jake jacking his throbbing cock with my used panties.

   With this last unexpected intrusion, my eyes flew open.  At first, I
thought my mind had conflated two of those images to create one in which
Jake was fucking a fleshlight.  It took me a moment to realize that, no, I
was actually seeing this!  Where the video screen had been, there was now a
simple window into another viewing room.  My son was in that room, looking
directly at me with mouth agape, and fucking his cock hard and fast into a
fleshlight.

   I let out a startled shriek, but it was too late.  I was already
cumming. I couldn't stop plunging the dildo in and out of my cunt.  My
orgasm rushed through my entire crotch, and the exquisite licking motion of
the toy combined with the current visual stimulation had me bucking and
writhing like madwoman.  Jake did not slow down his assault of the toy
pussy either, he kept driving his hips into it until his body shuddered and
he unloaded his seed. 

   ********************

   Evidently, my scream alerted the staff that something was wrong.  Brad
burst in the room to make sure I was okay.  My wet, open pussy was still
exposed when he came in, and I could see the outline of his cock thickening
down the side of his pant-leg.  I did not want to be aroused by this.

   "What the fuck?" I shouted.  "One minute I'm watching a video in
private, and the next minute, the screen is a window instead?  A window
into another occupied room?"

   "Oh my God, Elena, I am so sorry about this.  I think I know what
must've happened.  When a video ends, the system automatically rolls up the
projector screen after one minute.  We will have to beg your forgiveness
and understanding as well as that of the other patron.  I can't believe
Mallory and I screwed up so gargantuanly here."

   Just then, I saw the redhead who I assumed was Mallory, step into my
son's room.  I was struck by a nauseating idea: what if these people found
out we're mother and son?  I didn't think either of us could ever live that
humiliation down.

   "Um, you know what, Brad, it's okay.  Not that big a deal.  We actually
came together.  I mean, we came here together, to this store." I cringed at
the double entendre. 

   Brad cocked his head to the side.  "You did?"

   "Yeah," I said as I hurriedly swiped my panties from the floor and
stuffed them in my handbag.  "Yep, he's...  the boy who mows my lawn." This
was technically the truth.

   "Ohhh," Brad said, a look of understanding coming over his face.  "Came
here for a little stranger role-play, did you?"

   "Uhh, yeah, sure did," I replied, ready to get the fuck out of there.

   "Well, in that case, sit back down and let us show you some of our
fantastic couples' toys!"

   "Oh, actually, we have to get -"" I started, but Jake and Mallory were
walking into the tiny room.

   "Ahem...  that's right, I'm here with my lawn boy and you caught us
roleplaying as strangers," I said obviously to inform Jake of our cover
story.

   "How kinky!" Mallory giggled." She pushed Jake into the room, grabbed
Brad and said, "You two lovebirds stay here, we'll be right back with a few
surprises."

   Before I could protest, she shut the door and left with Brad.

   I was about to apologize to Jake for having to see his mother like that
and suggest that we leave, but Jake spoke up.  "Mom, that was the hottest
fucking thing I've ever seen."

   "H -"how much did you see?" I asked.

   Jake, apparently past all pretense of decorum, replied, "Enough." His
eyes roved over my body and returned with smoldering intensity to my face.

   I felt an involuntary twitch in my pussy.  My jaw fell open and I sat in
stunned silence for a moment.  I wondered why even after that spectacular
cum, I was still horny as fuck.  Had I really just cum to the sight of my
son humping a fleshlight?  And had he cum to the sight of me fucking my
pussy with a dildo?

   Before I could ponder the matter any further, Brad and Mallory returned,
carrying a stash of sex toys.

   "Okay, guys," Mallory said, "I've brought you some really fun items to
try out.  Here, we have a vibrating cock ring, and a fluffy tickler -"great
for teasing, also, some flavored lubes -""

   "Um, actually..." I interrupted, "we haven't...  consummated the... 
uh...  whatever, yet." 

   Brad looked at me.  "Oh?  You haven't fucked the pool boy yet?"

   "Lawn boy," I corrected, stupidly.

   Brad grabbed the fluffy teaser toy from Mallory and stepped toward me.
He dragged the soft feathers across my cleavage and leaned in to whisper in
my ear. 

   "Why haven't you fucked the lawn boy yet, Elena?  You know you want to.
In fact, I bet you're just dripping for it."

   Brad crouched down, lifted the hem of my sundress, and barely brushed
the tickler against my bare pussy.  My son and Mallory were watching while
I stood frozen, not knowing what to do.  Brad then swirled and dipped his
finger in my opening and brought the finger to his mouth to suck.  We
moaned in unison.  He took another fingerful of my juices and held it out
to Mallory, who eagerly sucked on his wet finger.

   "Mmm...  that's divine," Mallory purred.  She then stepped forward and
put her own finger up my soaked cunt.  I was too stunned (and horny) to say
anything.

   "Jake, you're going to love tasting Elena," Mallory said.  She pulled
her finger out and stepped right in front of Jake.  She stuck her
pussy-coated finger in his mouth and grabbed his package with her other
hand. 

   Jake's eyes closed and he moaned around Mallory's finger, pushing his
shorts-clad crotch into her hand.  He reopened his eyes and saw me standing
there with Brad still holding my dress up.  With a determined, lusty stare,
Jake crossed the tiny room in two steps and backed me up until I fell back
onto the padded bench.  He grabbed my legs, lifting and spreading them at
the same time until my knees almost reached my ears.  He kept still for a
moment, savoring the view of my glistening, exposed pussy.

   Jake turned his eyes up to meet mine, and while maintaining eye contact,
he flattened his tongue and lapped from my leaking hole up to my protruding
clit.  I gasped as another torrent of liquid escaped my cunt.  Jake then
dove in to overwhelm my pussy as if he was passionately French kissing
it. 

   Both Brad and Mallory expressed their joy at Jake claiming my pussy like
that.  "Atta boy!" Brad said, and patted Jake's shoulder.  "Fuck yeah, eat
that fucking pussy!" Mallory squealed with excitement.

   Brad reached over and roughly yanked down the top of my sundress along
with my bra, leaving my tits exposed.  Due to the restrictive fabric now
bunched up under them, my tits were pushed upward toward my face, which
really showcased their size and firmness.  My nipples were rock-hard and
pointing toward the ceiling.

   "Such pretty titties," Mallory said.  She began to flick her tongue over
my left nipple.  Brad tweaked my right nipple hard and grunted, shifting
his erect cock in his pants.

   "I'm gonna go check on the front.  Mallory will take good care of you,"
he said before closing the door behind him. 

   So there I was, folded in half, at the mercy of my son's oral assault
and the gorgeous redhead's tantalizing mouth on my tit.  I was so
unbelievably aroused and started to wonder if that was in spite of, or
because of the taboo of the situation.  Either way, my horny cunt didn't
give a single damn. 

   Jake alternated between the flat-tongued lapping, tongue-fucking my
pussy hole, and kissing and sucking my clit.  He was a surprisingly
accomplished pussy eater.  To the extent they could (which was not much,
due to my positioning), my hips began bucking upward a little, my pussy
yearning for even more of my son's talented tongue. 

   "You like that?" Jake asked from between my legs. 

   "I love it," I moaned.

   "Cum for me Mo -"" Jake started, but realized what he was about to say,
and finished: "Mmm...  Cum for me Elena."

   I flinched for a second, but Mallory didn't seem to catch his
near-revelation, and moaned as she continued teasing my nipples with her
tongue.

   Jake plunged his long middle finger into my needy pussy and focused on
rolling and sucking my clit with his tongue, looking up at me the whole
time.  This combination of total wrongness and oh-so-rightness was too much
to handle, and I felt the first waves of orgasm after about thirty
seconds. 

   "Oh fuck!  Yes...  Lick my fucking cunt!" I growled through gritted
teeth.

   My son didn't skip a beat, and kept up his mouth work as my pussy pulsed
into his face.  I don't squirt, but I do get incredibly wet when I cum.  I
could see my juices covering the entire bottom half of Jake's face.  My
whole crotch must have spasmed over a dozen times, and Jake stayed put for
all of them, giving my clit a gentle lick here and there.  I sat there limp
and panting, basking in my post-cum intoxication.

   ********************

   Mallory, having had a front-row seat to the preceding event, looked to
be overwhelmed with lust.  She muttered something about "taste... 
pussy..." and grabbed the sides of Jake's face, pulling him in for a kiss.
She groaned into his mouth, as if my residual pussy juice was sustenance to
her thirst.  She was planting sloppy kisses all over his mouth and face,
licking up wetness that trailed down his neck.  Jake was hungrily kissing
her back when their mouths made contact. 

   I watched, enthralled.  It was like seeing two teenagers out of their
parents' sight for the first time.  Mallory only looked to be a little
older than Jake, probably 24 or 25.  She was really beautiful, with her
striking red waves that cascaded past her shoulders, ivory skin and
sparkling green eyes completing the package.  She was wearing a short and
twirly black skirt with a black polo shirt.  Above one breast was
embroidered in white: "THE FUCK STOP." The plain black outfit only served
to accentuate her obviously voluptuous body.  I could understand why my son
was hungry for her.

   "I think Elena needs to rest for a bit," Mallory said, looking over at
me.  She was right.  I was still catching my breath from the
earth-shattering orgasm my son had just given me with his mouth. 

   "But I can tell you still have plenty of energy, right Jake?" Mallory
asked.

   Jake nodded and grabbed one of her tits through her shirt.

   "Ooh, grabby, aren't we?" she teased.  "I can grab stuff too." She
cupped and fondled Jake's cock and balls through his pants.  I hadn't
really seen my son's junk yet, since the first time it was covered by my
panties, and the second time it was buried in a plastic pussy.  I was
excited at the prospect of seeing him in all his glory as I observed the
outline through the tented material. 

   "I bet Wee-Wee is lonely in there, does Wee-Wee need to come out and
play?" Mallory cooed playfully.  Jake just moaned his assent and thrust his
crotch forward toward the buxom redhead.  Absurd as it was, Mallory's baby
talk to my son really turned me on for some reason.

   She reached to undo Jake's belt and unzip his pants.  She pulled them
down, along with his boxers and his cock sprang free.  And holy shit!  It
was no wee-wee, it was a man-sized tool.  It was fat, at least 7 ½ inches
long, and had a sensual upward curve.  He wasn't manscaped, but just like
me, had sparse pubic hair.  Fuck, even his balls looked great and made me
want to suck on them.  I winced internally with the realization that I
wanted to suck my son's balls.  Mallory obviously appreciated the
outstanding cock in front of her, too. 

   "Ooh, nice package, Jake!" she said.  "While I really want you to fuck
me silly with that gorgeous cock, I think I'll save the honors for when you
and Elena...  consummate.  No, I'm going to make you cum with one of our
wonderful toys.  After all, I am a saleswoman, right?" Mallory said with a
giggle. 

   Jake was practically vibrating with desire and a moan escaped his lips
when she mentioned fucking him.

   "What did you think of the Brandi Love Fleshlight?" Mallory asked as she
rummaged through her toy stash.

   "It felt really good," Jake replied.

   "I thought you'd enjoy it.  How would you like to try one of our asshole
simulators?"

   "Uh, yes please."

   Mallory grabbed another fleshlight-type device, along with a clear,
open-ended stroker toy and some lube.  She set the items next to Jake's
legs.

   Mallory undid several of her polo shirt buttons, grabbed both tits and
let them flop out of her bra and shirt.  She flipped up her skirt for both
of us to see that she was not wearing any panties, her completely shaved
slit on display.

   Mallory explained that it is store policy for employees to remain
"dressed" at all times, even when "assisting customers." She added that
sometimes nudity just couldn't be helped, but she tried her best to follow
the rules.  My son and I were staring at the hot redhead, both stunned by
the surreal scene. 

   "My last question is, do you want a freebie, or do you want to help me
get off at the same time?" 

   "I want to bathe in your pussy juice," Jake said seriously, and Mallory
and I laughed. 

   "Mmm...  I like your attitude," she said, and instructed Jake to lay
back.  She pulled his shirt up and over his head and grabbed a small,
square pillow from her stash of items to place under his head.  Mallory
straddled my son, facing his legs and allowing her bare pussy to rest on
his abdomen.  She drizzled a good amount of lube onto his upward-pointing
prick, and he sucked in a breath at the shock of the cool liquid. 

   "Don't worry, love, it'll warm up soon," she soothed.

   Mallory took the simple clear sleeve, about the dimensions of a soda
can, and began working it down on Jake's engorged cockhead.  Mallory had
her skirt hitched up and Jake was switching between ogling her perfect ass
and stealing glimpses of me, still exposed from our earlier play.  I was
watching him too, specifically the clear toy moving up and down on his hard
cock.  It was really fucking sexy.

   "So tell me, Lawn Lover Boy, have you fucked anyone's ass before?"
Mallory asked.

   "No," Jake replied.

   "Well, it's important to use lots of lube.  And now that we have you
lubed and warmed up, let's give it a go!"

   With that, she swapped the clear sleeve for the asshole-shaped
fleshlight, working it very slowly down his shaft.  Jake grunted his
approval.

   "Oh fuck, that's tight."

   "Yes, assholes are incredibly tight and you have to go in slow and easy,
just like I'm doing."

   Jake's abdominal muscles clenched with his effort to not go apeshit on
the toy at this moment.  Mallory's pussy must have felt this and she
wiggled her ass on him. 

   "Ooh, I think I'm getting wet, Jake, can you help me out with that?"

   Jake sank his fingers into her ass cheeks and pulled her crotch back
toward his face.  Mallory sighed in ecstasy as his tongue made its first
contact with her waiting snatch.  She continued pumping the mock-asshole
toy on his cock slowly.  I didn't know how much technique there was to
jerking a guy off with a fleshlight, but Mallory seemed to intuitively know
how to maximize his pleasure. 

   Each of them was moaning and groaning intermittently and the show they
were putting on for me was revving my libido again.  Mallory started
grinding her cunt in my son's face and Jake began bucking his hips upward
to fuck into the fleshlight, as Mallory increased the speed of her pumping
a little. 

   However, I couldn't help but wish that I could see more.  I couldn't see
Jake's cock, because the big, clunky fleshlight obscured it.  I also
couldn't see his face with Mallory's pussy on top of it. 

   "Mallory?  Would you mind going back to using the clear toy?" I asked.

   "Sure, Elena!  You really want to watch his cock getting worked, huh?  I
bet you also want to watch your fuck toy -"I mean lawn boy -"shoot his load
too!"

   "Mmm..." I moaned.  Jake, hearing the desire drip from my voice, thrust
his dick hard and fast up into the sleeve a few times.  Each time the head
of his cock popped out of the top of the toy, I felt my pussy get wetter.
The growing heat in my crotch made me want to spread my legs.  I hoisted my
feet back up onto the bench with me and positioned them far apart so my
cunt was on display.

   Mallory shifted her posture so instead of being mostly upright, she was
considerably leaned over, her face inches from my son's pumping meat.  She
slowed down her jerking and started using her fluttering tongue to tease
his cockhead as it emerged from the toy's outer end.  Jake grunted as he
sensed this added pleasure. 

   After a bit, Mallory seemed to be getting off on this, figuratively and
literally.  She started working her pussy hard into Jake's face, forcing
him to focus on her clit.  I could hear her gasping and muttering soft
curses.  She had abandoned the toy around Jake's cock so she could
concentrate on the feel-good in her cunt.  She moved her hands to the floor
on either side of Jake's legs.  Her mouth was open and panting, causing her
tongue to haphazardly rub around on his head. 

   Jake was now focused on making the horny slut cum.  I could actually
hear his wet lapping and slurping on her pussy, which drove me crazy.  I
had to start touching myself again.  Mallory was in the home stretch now
and began grinding her clit and humping her pussy indiscriminately all over
my son's face.  She grunted in time with her thrusts as she came.

   Surprisingly, Mallory needed no recovery time, and immediately started
jacking the clear sleeve on Jake's swollen cock again.  She let her pussy
spasm with the aftershocks and moved off of Jake's face.  He was obviously
very aroused and close to cumming himself.  I switched between staring at
my son's bucking hips and his face, which was contorted with pleasure. 
Mallory pumped faster, and after a few more tugs, Jake's hips were lifting
off the ground and he was shooting thick ropes of cum all over the place. 

   Before Jake was even done spraying his seed, Brad walked back into the
room.

   ********************

   We were all a bit startled as Brad spoke: "Well, well, well...  what
have you all been doing?  I can see that you two have been having fun.  But
why is Elena all alone over there?" he said leering lustily at me. 

   "Mallory didn't even get you a toy?  You poor thing," Brad said as he
stepped closer to me.

   "Do you need a toy, Elena?" he asked.

   I nodded, mock pouting up at him.

   Brad said nothing and unzipped his fly.  My vision narrowed into a
tunnel straight toward Brad's crotch and I watched him pull out his massive
tool.  Brad's cock was...  professional.  It looked like a porn star's
-"long, thick, and smoothly shorn.  His balls were so smooth they almost
looked shiny.  He fisted his cock around the base, causing the taut skin on
the head to strain even further.  He stroked the length of the shaft a few
times as I sat entranced. 

   Brad stepped right up next to me and rubbed his cockhead on my
glistening outer labia, from my taint to my clit, his eyes fixed on mine. I
gasped at the firm yet spongy sensation.  Brad pulled his dick back up to
stroke it with his hand a few more times.  I needed to be fucked so bad. 
My pussy was open and begging for it, and Brad's restraint was making my
cunt even more hungry.

   "Here's your toy, baby.  Do you need it?"

   "Yes," I hissed.  I made to grab his cock, but he deflected my attempt,
placing my hand on my still-exposed left tit.  While handling his dick with
his right hand, his left hand moved to my right tit and began tweaking the
nipple.  He pointed his cock back toward my pussy and began his rubbing
again, soaking his cockhead with my sticky juices. 

   Brad alternated between dragging his cockhead up and down the length of
my wet folds, circling it around my clit, and teasing my hole by pushing in
just a fraction of an inch.  He continued this for a minute or two, and
just as I thought I might cum from his non-penetrative rubbing alone, Brad
pulled his wet cock away from my pussy. 

   "You might be dripping wet, my dear," he said, "But you're not quite
ready yet." 

   My face fell in disappointment, but before I could protest, Brad spoke
again.

   "Suck on my cock, Elena."

   I didn't need to be asked twice, especially if it would eventually lead
to him fucking my aching cunt.  I climbed down from the bench and squatted
with my back against it.  Honestly, I couldn't wait to get Brad's cock in
my mouth, as ludicrous as the whole situation was.  I was beyond caring
about parental propriety or common decency.  I was hornier than I'd ever
been in my life, and I was operating with consideration only to my carnal
desires. 

   I took Brad's fat dick in my hand and guided it to my mouth, flicking my
tongue around it before lightly sucking on the head.  Mallory and my son
watched from a few feet away as they caught their breath and relaxed. 

   It had been six months or more since I sucked cock, but just like riding
a bike, I quickly remembered all my old tricks.  After sucking rather
timidly for a minute, I suddenly pushed my head forward, allowing his
length to be totally enveloped in my mouth.  Brad groaned.  I bobbed my
head on his cock, occasionally letting my nose rest for a few seconds on
his bare pelvis.  I pulled off and gave myself a breathing break while I
lapped at the underside of his prick and massaged his balls at the same
time. 

   Brad was clearly enjoying the attention from my mouth.  He let off low
moans and "oh fucks" as I pleasured his glorious cock.

   At some point, Mallory piped up to ask if she needed to go check on the
store. 

   "No, Mallory, Cindy came in for her shift.  But I do need you to come
over here and spread your legs so I can fuck you," Brad replied.

   "Unhhh, fuck yes," Mallory whispered as she cupped her hand on her
greedy snatch.  She was already rubbing her cunt as she walked the few
steps over to the bench.  She sat down beside me and got into the same
position I had been in in, legs hiked up and feet spread wide on the bench.
Brad gazed longingly at her open pussy as I kept sucking.

   He looked down at me and met my upturned gaze. 

   "I can't wait to stick it in her warm, tight cunt, Elena."

   "Mmmhmm," I mumbled around his cock.

   Brad grabbed the sides of my head and started gently thrusting into my
mouth.

   "I'm gonna fill that little pussy with my big cock.  Just like I'm
filling your mouth right now.  How should I fuck her, Elena?  Slow and
gentle?"

   As he said this, he pushed his dick inch by inch into my mouth, then
pulled it out just as slowly.

   "Or do you think I should give it to her hard and fast?"

   I guess my sensual moan and fingers going immediately to my clit showed
Brad which option I favored.

   "Yeah, you want me to fuck her hard, don't you?" he said through
clenched teeth.  He began humping into my face with some intensity now,
really fucking his cock to the back of my throat.  I struggled not to gag.
This was making me so hot.  I furiously rubbed my clit, desperate to cum.
But shortly after he started fucking my face, he pulled his dick out with
an audible 'pop.'

   Brad stepped to the side of me and instantly plunged his cock into
Mallory's waiting pussy and she cried out in ecstasy.  He did indeed start
off fucking her rough, and it was so goddamn sexy to see the cock-in-pussy
action this closely.  Eventually he slowed his thrusting and the personal
connection between Brad and Mallory seemed to grow, placing them in their
own little world.

   The sudden absence of Brad's cock in my mouth made my dick deficiency
apparent.  I turned away from their writhing bodies and saw Jake sitting
across the tiny room, his back against the wall under the window.  He was
looking directly at me and slowly pumping his hard-again cock.  We locked
eyes and I could not go a minute longer without his stiff pole in my mouth.
Maintaining our eye contact, I crawled on hands and knees over to my son. 

   Jake's jaw fell open as I lowered down to my elbows, stuck my ass in the
air, and licked the underside of his shaft in one smooth motion.  Though my
knees and elbows hurt on the hard floor, my lust pushed these discomforts
out of my mind.  I settled in to give my son the best blow job of his
life. 

   I spent a little while teasing Jake with my tongue, running it the
length of his shaft, circling it around his cockhead, fluttering it along
his ballsack.  My son's cock was not as big around as Brad's, but it was
nearly as long.  It was also harder and warmer, making me just want to
devour it.  Eventually, I couldn't hold back and lowered my head down,
allowing my mouth to capture almost his whole shaft.

   "Oh fuck M -"erm, Elena," Jake groaned, again almost spilling our
secret. 

   "Does that feel good, baby?" I pulled off for a second to ask.

   "Real fucking good."

   I lowered my head back down and began slowly working my son's shaft up
and down, using both suction and my tongue to accent the sensation of warm
mouth.  I fondled his heavy balls intermittently.  I was so lost in the
mission to pleasure Jake that I was jolted from behind when I felt a warm
wetness up in my exposed pussy lips.  I whipped my head around to see
Mallory lapping at my cunt while Brad fucked her doggy-style. 

   I guess they wanted a change of position and/or scenery, and everyone
was reaping the benefits.  Brad was able to view some hot pussy eating and
cock sucking while he railed Mallory.  The more aroused Brad got, the more
intensely he fucked her, and the harder she got fucked, the more
enthusiastic her cunt-lapping was. 

   Mallory's tongue felt incredible licking and slurping all over my pussy.
And lo and behold, the sloppy kisses on my cunt got me outrageously horny,
and I bobbed even harder and deeper on my son's prick.  I remembered back
to previous 69s I'd had and how having my pussy licked at the same time
caused me to lose control, choking down dick until I gagged -"and loving
it.

   Since mine and Mallory's mouths were occupied, the boys were left to do
the dirty talking.

   "Ahhh, both you little sluts got your tongues working overtime!  And
this one's got her tight hole filled up with my dick," Brad said, as if
narrating for an audience.

   Jake, apparently taking a cue from Brad growled, "You like sucking my
big cock?  Huh?  Yeah, you love it." 

   "That's right, son, she loves taking that cock!  I bet she wants you to
fuck her mouth," Brad said, egging Jake on.

   I moaned, feeling a fresh gush of juice flood my pussy.  With that, my
son started bucking his hips up to maximize his invasion of my throat.  The
sounds of wet licking, sucking, and fucking filled the room.  I thought we
were both on the brink of cumming, and was so ready to take my son's load
into my mouth and swallow it all.  However, Jake had a different idea.

   ********************

   My son stopped fucking my mouth and reached down to pull me up by the
shoulders and closer to him.  For a fleeting instant, my mind reverted back
to seeing him as my precious little boy, and the underlying guilt I was
compartmentalizing about the whole thing threatened to burst forth.  But as
Jake pulled me closer and I felt his raging erection dragging across my
thigh, the need to have him filling my womb returned tenfold.

   Jake pulled me in for an incredibly sensual kiss.  It was soft and
tender at first, but became more passionate as we explored each other's
mouths.  He was a fantastic kisser and I thought about how weird it was
that I knew that about my son.  At this point, he had already mastered my
pussy with his tongue, but for some reason, this deep French kissing seemed
even more intimate. 

   I was straddling Jake, his cock nestled between my ass cheeks.  My arms
were wrapped around his neck and his hands were on my hips.  He broke our
kiss to whisper in my ear.

   "I want to fuck you," and then silently mouthed the word "Mom."

   Before I knew it, Jake was guiding my hips up and back a little, so that
my sex was hovering over his straining cockhead.  But he stopped there, and
did not make a move to push up into me.  He was waiting for me to make the
decision, and I couldn't have been any more ready.  I lowered my body onto
my son's rock-hardness, my needy cunt devouring his cock inch by inch.

   Jake groaned as he entered me slowly and I gasped once the full length
of his cock was inside.  We sat there a minute, letting our parts get a
feel for the other's territory.  Soon, I needed to move, to feel his steely
rod sliding in and out of my slick channel.  I gyrated my hips up and down
and soon we were properly fucking.  Jake reached up to fondle my tits with
one hand, while the other was gripping my ass.  I relished the sensations
of my son's fingers digging in to the soft flesh of my ass cheek and
kneading my breast, all while I bounced my dripping crotch on his lap.

   I leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "You feel so good inside me,
baby."

   Jake moaned and began thrusting up into me.  I moved from my knees to my
feet in a squatting position to give him more leverage.  My son grunted
each time he humped into my cunt.  Before too long, he withdrew his cock
and stood up, pulling me up with him.  He moved me toward the bench, facing
me toward it and pushing my upper back down so my head came to rest on the
padded seat. 

   My son leaned over and breathed into my ear, "Now you're really gonna
get fucked, Mom." My pussy twitched and I shivered in anticipation.  Jake
took his cock in hand and rubbed along my wet slit until he found my
entrance, pushing in just the head.  He then grabbed both of my arms and
pulled them behind me.  My son was now in total control.

   My pussy was so well lubricated and aroused from Jake's probing, that
his cock slipped right in to the hilt.  I yelled out from the intense
pleasure at him reaching a new depth that could not be achieved in our
previous position.

   "Oh fuck, baby!  You're so deep!"

   Jake moaned and started plunging his dick in and pulling it almost all
the way back out.  He was doing this slowly at first, savoring my pussy
gripping each inch of him.  With him holding my arms behind me, he
controlled the speed and depth of our fucking.  Nonetheless, my horny cunt
couldn't resist fucking back.  Just before I started begging him to fuck me
harder, my son began increasing the speed and force of his thrusting. 

   Jake and I were in our own world at this point.  The surroundings, the
store, Brad and Mallory no longer existed.  It was just myself and my son.
Fucking like animals.  I felt an orgasm building in my loins and bucked my
ass even harder toward him.  Each time my son's cock fucked into my burning
pussy, I felt closer to cumming. 

   "Oh Jake, fuck me!  Fuck Mommy's cunt baby!"

   Jake humped me even harder, ramming into my pussy with all the strength
he had.  I could hear and feel his balls smacking off my clit.  My mind
suddenly flashed to the random incident that sparked all this craziness:
the incest porn I walked in on Jake wanking to.  We were reenacting that
titillating scene!  This combined with what he said next sent me over the
edge. 

   "You like having your son balls-deep in your pussy, Mom?  I'm gonna fill
that tight pussy with my cum!"

   Jake let my arms go but wrapped one around my neck, pulling our bodies
closer together.  He kept thrusting into me as I came, wave after wave of
gratification rolling through my crotch.  Then his motions became erratic
and I could feel his cock jerking, sending jets of semen deep inside me. 

   We both collapsed on the bench, exhausted from our physical efforts as
well as the release of pleasure.  It was then that the real world came
crashing back down.  Mere feet away from us were Mallory and Brad, still
fucking, but now on the floor in the spoon position, facing us.  They had
been watching -"and hearing -"the whole thing.  Brad was fucking his cock
slowly and deliberately into Mallory's wet, sloppy cunt.  They both had
self-satisfied smiles on their faces. 

   "Oh my god," I said, and covered my face with my hands.  Jake remained
silent.  There was really nothing else that could be said.

   "That was fucking hot," Brad offered.

   "I'm so embarrassed, I can't believe -"" I started, before Mallory
interrupted me.

   "Elena, there is nothing you need to worry about, babe.  So you two are
mother and son -"so what?  You both fucked and got fucked good.  It's not
like there's a law against that!"

   "Well, actually -"" Brad started, but Mallory elbowed him to shut up. 
He slammed his cock in her up to the hilt in protest, and she moaned. 

   "My point is," Mallory continued, "You came here together, and sometimes
things just happen for a reason.  Maybe what happened today was meant to
be."

   "Why don't either of you look surprised?  Or disgusted?" I asked.

   "Honey, we knew when you two walked in that you were mother and son,"
Mallory explained.  "Don't be mad!  What I mean is, this happens at least
once a week around here."

   Jake piped up, "You mean once a week a parent and a child come into the
store together, or that once a week incestual fucking happens here?"

   Mallory thought for a moment.  "Hmm, usually both!"

   "She's right," Brad said, "Somehow the stars usually align and people
end up fucking when they come to The Fuck Stop together, regardless of
their relationship."

   I was beginning to feel a little less atrocious.  And finding myself
getting aroused again watching the two employees casually bang while they
conversed with us.  Shit, I could not be contained today.  I noticed out of
the corner of my eye that Jake's cock was already stiffening again and he
had begun stroking it to full hardness.

   "Watching your hot fuck has actually inspired me," Brad said.

   "How do you mean?" I asked.

   "Well, I had originally planned to nut all over my coworker's lovely
face.  But watching a young man unload his seed into his mom's cunt has
inspired me to do the same." 

   With that, Brad picked up speed and began fucking Mallory harder.  He
lifted her leg up higher, spreading her pussy and allowing him to thrust
deeper.  Mallory reached down to rub her clit.

   I looked down at my son's lap and saw that his cock was now at full
mast. I needed it inside me again.  My cunt ached for his cock.  I glanced
up at Jake and his lustful expression showed that he was practically
drooling for my pussy too.  I scooted over on the bench and moved to a half
sitting-half squatting position over him and impaled myself on his rigid
cock. 

   "Unhhh, fuck," I groaned with the utmost pleasure of having my son
inside me again.

   "Yeah, ride your son's cock, Elena," Brad encouraged.  Mallory could not
speak, as Brad's arm was curled around her shoulders, his fingers in her
mouth.

   Despite me being in front of him, Jake was still able to see over my
shoulder.  We watched the sexy employees fuck while our own groins slapped
together.  The sounds of relentless cocks plunging in and out of wet cunts
filled the small room.  The aroma of horny pussy had also permeated the
confined area.

   Brad's cock was jackhammering into Mallory's pussy now, his hefty balls
bouncing with each thrust.  Mallory's curvy body was quivering with the
force of his fucking and her tits were jiggling about all over the place.
He looked as if he was approaching the finish line and she was fingering
her clit rapidly, gyrating with the direct pressure to her engorged nub.

   Brad pumped into her once -"twice -"three times, and grunted loudly as
he began spurting his hot fluid into her. 

   "Keep going!" Mallory screamed, "Make me cum!"

   Brad did as requested and kept fucking his cock into Mallory while she
furiously frigged her clit.  Soon, she too was cumming.  Her hips were
bucking wildly as her pelvis strained with contractions.  They both rode
out their intense orgasms and went limp.  Brad's withdrew his softening
cock from the used pussy.

   "Now you'll have to go the rest of your shift with my cum leaking out of
your pussy," Brad said.  "Oops," he added and kissed Mallory's cheek.

   "Well, this has been quite an afternoon," Brad said with a smirk.  "But
there's one thing left to do.  Mallory, what's our highest priority here at
The Fuck Stop?"

   "Customer satisfaction, of course," Mallory replied.

   "I happen to know that one of Elena's fantasies is to have her pussy
licked at the same time she's getting fucked," Brad said.

   "Oh really?  That sounds fun.  Think she wants to have that be her grand
finale?" Mallory asked Brad.

   They both looked over to me.  I was panting and in heat and all I could
do was nod emphatically.  They both got up and stepped toward the bench
where I was fucking my son.  Mallory leaned down and slurped a big lick all
the way from Jake's balls up to my clit.  I gasped and let out a horny
whimper. 

   Mallory did this move a few more times while Brad tweaked my nipples. 
Then Brad and Mallory switched positions and Brad parked in front of us,
letting his tongue roll over my clit at a steady pace.  Mallory grabbed one
of my tits and started sucking and nibbling on the nipple.

   I was going insane with desire at this point.  All the sensations mixed
together -"Mallory's beautiful mouth bathing my tit and teasing my nipple,
Brad's expert stimulation of my engorged clit, and my son's rigid cock
pounding away deep within my cunt -"had me in a state of ecstasy I had
never previously experienced.

   Having felt so unsatisfied these last few years, the attention lavished
upon me by these three wonderful individuals (particularly my son) made me
feel loved and desired.  I knew I would not last long in this situation,
and felt my climax quickly approaching. 

   I began bouncing on my son's cock, each hump bringing Jake's cock deeper
into my pussy and driving my clit onto Brad's tongue.  I rode until I felt
the first sign of ticklish heat deep in my belly and kept riding as the
wave crashed through my stuffed cunt and throughout my whole body.  I could
feel my pussy walls clenching and spasming around Jake's cock.

   "Ohhh fuck," I cried, "You're all making me cum!  Make Mommy cum!"

   My verbal and vaginal orgasmic reactions set Jake over the edge and he
started cumming too.  I felt his second load of jizz spurt into my already
sloppy pussy.  The aftershocks of pleasure kept us bucking and grinding
into one another for a moment.  Brad and Mallory finished their licking and
sucking and withdrew from us, straightening their disheveled clothing.

   I collapsed back onto my son's chest.  His cock stayed inside me for a
minute until it began to soften and eventually flopped out.  A trail of his
teenage spunk dribbled out of my pussy. 

   "So, how would you rate your experience at The Fuck Stop today?" Brad
asked.

   "Very, very, VERY satisfied," Jake answered.

   "And you, Elena?"

   "I just can't believe all this happened today..." I said, dazed, "but I
loved it." I turned around and gave my son a not-so-innocent kiss.

   "Now that you know how awesome sex can be with each other, take
advantage of every opportunity you can find to fuck," Mallory advised. 
"Hell, you may even want to come back for our Taboo Love seminar next
month." 

   "What do you think, Mom?" Jake asked.

   I didn't know if I'd want to return for the seminar, but I was sure that
my sexual exploration with Jake had only just begun. 

   I laughed and gave him the age-old mom response: "We'll see!"


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