It was actually Jeff who brought the subject up, a few weeks after Ed's 18th birthday. Lying in bed, post coitus, his hand still touching her small brown breast, Jeff began.
"You know, we've done a pretty great job raising Ed, I'd say. Most of the credit is yours, for sure. He's technically a man now, and you've been the best mom in the world. We never held anything back. We were always honest. I think he learned a lot from us that he'll need to get along in life. Stuff about people and social situations that lots of kids struggle with. Not Ed, though. He's so well adjusted that it's scary.
"So, now I'm wondering if you'll do what you said you would all those years ago. I mean, get him a tutor for his first real sexual experience. Or is that just a step too far? Should we just let him find that experience on his own?"
"Actually, it's been on my radar," said Emily. "I was so stupid about sex when I was his age, and my first experiences were a disaster. I'm lucky that I didn't turn off to sex completely. My parents were so strict and silent on the subject, and I didn't have a clue. I won't let that happen to Ed."
"Do you have someone in mind, then?"
"Yeah. I've been talking to Maeve about it," she replied.
"Maeve Swan? Holy cow, she could kill him! Don't you think you should start with somebody a bit more tame? Like maybe Wonder Woman?"
Emily knew well that Jeff considered her friend Maeve to be one of the sexiest women around. She had long red hair, the whitest skin, great curves, and boobs like firm melons. Men, including Jeff, were known to gasp and wipe away drool when she walked by. But to Emily, she was just a dear friend. One to whom she would trust her only son. One who would know how to guide a young man through his first sexual experience with kindness and skill.
"Lord knows," she thought, "Maeve certainly has the qualities and experience to make a young man like Ed feel good about himself, and sex."
"Maeve will be great. She'll be gentle and show him all he needs to know to become a good lover. I trust Maeve. She's really my best friend."
Jeff said, "Well, I just hope our boy has a strong constitution. Maybe we'd better get his heart a checkup before you throw him in with the Lioness. When is all this happening?"
"Oddly enough, I've got a meeting set up this Monday evening to work things out. Just Ed, Maeve and me, at The Green Frog."
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At 6:30 Monday evening, the three of them were sitting at a patio table outside The Green Frog. No other customers were outside, which was as Emily expected. She wanted this talk to be private, for obvious reasons.
Emily began, after they'd finished dinner. "Ed, you know your dad and I have always tried to be honest with you and give you the tools and education you'll need when you're out on your own. We've never shied away from the subject of sex, or any other topic. You've always been honest with us, too, I hope.
"I know you've dated some, and you volunteered that you've made out with a couple of girls. But you haven't actually had sex with any. Is that correct?"
Ed smiled. "Yeah, that's about right, Mom."
"Well, now that you're officially a man, your dad and I would like to offer you the opportunity to have your first complete sexual experience with a woman. We do this because we'd like for you to be introduced to full sex by a person who can teach you things and give you a positive experience. You know, I've always felt that my first experiences with sex were a disaster, and we'd like to save you from that fate. When you meet someone special, you'll have the confidence and skill to be a good lover, which will be extremely important to your future relationships. Is that something that...interests you?"
"Sure. It looks like you've got this all planned out. You wanna let me in on the plan?"
"Ed, the reason Maeve is here is because she's agreed to be your first. This means that your dad and I trust Maeve to guide you through what should be an extremely pleasurable experience, and you should come out of it with confidence and pleasant memories to last a lifetime. If you agree, then next Saturday night you'll spend with her, at her house. What do you say?"
Emily looked at her son with a big smile of expectation. Maeve smiled her best mentor smile, pushing her large breasts out just perceptibly.
Ed answered slowly. "Nice offer, Mom. Maeve, you are so beautiful. I know you'd be a great teacher. But I'm gonna pass. Thanks anyway."
Emily was sure she hadn't heard correctly.
"Wha...Did you understand what I said, Ed? Maeve has agreed to have sex with you and teach you, and...I can't believe you'd turn that down! You don't have to be afraid of Maeve, Baby."
"Well, Mom, you know, I should have some say about who I sleep with. Doncha think? I appreciate what Maeve is offering. Maeve, I love you and thank you for being so kind. It's just not what I want. My first should be my choice."
Ed started to get up from the table. His mom tried to salvage the situation.
"Honey, don't leave. Let's talk about this. What exactly do you want? You wanna have your first sex in the back seat of a Chevy with some drunk high school girl? That's not the way. You need someone with experience, who loves you."
Ed sat back down and looked from one to the other. Then, very pointedly and in a low voice, he said, "That's right, Mom. If I had my choice, I'd choose someone who loves me and someone with experience. I'd choose you, Mom."
Emily, whose mouth was hanging open, closed it and gulped. "What the fuck have I done? What in hell gave him that idea?" She stared in disbelief as Ed rose, turned, and left the restaurant.
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"Okay, what just happened? I offered a teenaged boy the sexual opportunity of a lifetime, one that no grown man would turn down. No straight one, anyway. And he turned it down!"
For half an hour, the two women discussed the evening's shocker. Finally, Emily asked her friend, "So, what do I do now?"
Maeve, looking at the table, slowly said, "Well, Honey, you could, you know, do what he wants. You could be his teacher. It's only for one night, and you've been his teacher for all his other life lessons. Maybe it's the right thing to do for him?"
"You're joking, right? Even if I thought it was a good idea, what would I do about Jeff? He'd never agree to that. He'd likely divorce me."
"How many years have you been married? Don't you know by now that you can more easily get forgiveness than permission? Don't tell Jeff."
"Well, I think he might just figure it out if I'm gone overnight! No way to hide that from him. All he'll have to do is look at the empty spot where I usually sleep, and even a man can figure that one out."
"Fill that empty spot."
"What?"
"You bring Ed to my house and I go to yours, as soon as things are underway. I'm pretty sure, after seeing Jeff ogle my bod for years, that he'll take us up on the offer. I'm pretty sure I can take his mind off you and Ed for a night. Think of it as tit...for that," she said, pointing in the direction Ed had gone.
Emily was silent. She was far from accepting the idea, but she wasn't rejecting it outright.
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By Tuesday, Emily was actually considering the idea. On Wednesday, she was leaning in that direction. By Friday morning, Emily, Maeve, and Ed were all on board, and there was an overnight bag in Emily's trunk. The plan was for Mom to drive with Ed to Maeve's. Maeve would leave and take her time driving back to Emily's, ensuring that things would be beyond the point of no return.
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It's Saturday night. With her two guests getting warmed up at her house, Maeve walks into her friend's house and encounters Jeff, sitting on the couch. She's wearing a full skirt that accents her hips and a flouncy blouse, open to the point where her white cantaloupes bulge out with the aid of a special black bra.
"Jeff, there's been a change of plans."
Jeff rises and says, "What's up? Where're Emily and Ed?"
"They're at my house. Jeff, when it came down to it, Ed wouldn't go through with the plan. He...wanted a different tutor...he...he wanted Emily to teach him."
"He WHAT??? I've gotta stop..." Jeff moves to cross the room toward the front door, but Maeve cuts him off, clutching his arm with that white hand of hers, and rubbing those pale globes against his chest."
"Jeff, it's too late. They've already started. Emily is so sorry, Jeff. That's why she sent me, to be with you tonight. Jeff, I'll stay with you tonight and keep them off your mind. Jeffrey, you can have me tonight."
She pulls one side of her white blouse to the left, so he can see her boobs in the squeeze of the black bra. Her skin is almost as white as the blouse, and the contrast with the black bra is striking. Maeve reaches up and pulls Jeff's mouth to hers, and she guides his hand to her cleavage. He's hooked.
In the dim bedroom now, she removes his outer clothes and seats him on the marriage bed. The place where only he and Emily have had sex. Maeve steps back and begins an agonizing strip, turning slowly as she removes her heels, her blouse, her skirt. She has on black stockings and a garter belt, topped by the black push-up bra. Sometimes you can't beat the classics, especially when they contrast so effectively with that wonderful pallid skin and long red hair. Jeff's boxers are notably lumpy, and his eyes follow her every curve. What the hell!
He keeps saying to himself, "Emily is giving me permission. I don't feel guilty. God, is she hot!"
Before now, having sex with Maeve had only been a fantasy, enjoyed in his mind while his body humped his wife.
She approaches the bed and tells him to lie down. She pulls Jeff's drawers off and crawls up, straddling his feet. Jeff, looking down at her, realizes for the first time that she is not wearing panties under the garter belt. Her trimmed sex hair is a darker shade of red than that on her head.
With a smile at him, Maeve leans over to take his cock head into her red lips. She's very gentle. He's plenty aroused, and she doesn't want him exploding right away. The oral action is perfunctory and given to him only so he will understand to expect more of it later, when he may need the extra stimulation.
Maeve is not fucking Jeff strictly to help her friend or to give pleasure to him. She wants her own satisfaction, too, and she's learned over the years to always ensure her climax first. That's why she's taken control and put him on his back.
Now, she scoots up the bed and puts his cock into her damp hole, after sliding it around in her juices first. She eases it in, despite his reflexive push upward. Then, his eyes fixed on her, the only sounds in the room being heavy breathing, ooohs and ahhhs, she does the big reveal.
Those boobs! So long admired from a distance. So different from Emily's. She reaches behind to unsnap the bra clasp, and they gradually come into view. She drags the moment out, and she feels a cock lurch inside her when they are fully on display. So heavy, but firm looking. Big, but not flopping around huge. White, with small pink nipples and areolae. Just so perfect.
He reflexively reaches for them, and she squeezes her upper arms in to accent their perfection. As hands glide and feel, Maeve bends to put her packages right in his face. He latches onto a nipple like a baby. Those boobs in his face are almost as great as his cock in her pussy, but not quite.
Maeve sits back up and concentrates on her own pleasure now. As she rolls her hips, her middle finger diddles her clit. Who knows what she's thinking about as her head rolls back, eyes closed? Frankly, Jeff doesn't care. He's enjoying the feelings and the show. Never was porn this good.
Jeff has learned plenty about sex in his years with Emily. He's been a good lover, which in many cases simply means considering his woman's needs first. He wants Maeve to get off, because he knows she'll be more into his pleasure when she's had her initial satisfaction.
She's not having to work hard to get to her climax, and now she rocks forward and backward as she masturbates, breasts keeping time like two pendulums. Jeff, who can usually hold out a long time when he's on his back like this, is being carried along by her impending climax to one of his own. As Maeve hits her peak, Jeff's hips are ramming up into her, his hands on her waist, his juice blasting into her hungry maw. In desperation to keep the climax going, he flips her onto her back and finishes with hard strokes of his cock, while her stockinged legs wrap around his back. They finish, spent. Slowly they roll to the side, Jeff's tired cock dragging cum across her stockings.
Maeve laughs. "Jeffrey, you're awesome! Let's get married, okay?" she teases.
"You're a bit too late. Remember your best friend Emily? I'm kinda married to her already. But if that should ever change..."
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Jeff and Maeve lay in bed talking for an hour or more. He kissed her red lips sweetly. Somehow, he hadn't gotten around to much kissing earlier, but now they enjoyed a bit of gentle touching and caressing. They learned a lot about each other in that time.
"I've been faithful to Em all these years, except for one time. I got a come-on from a coworker, and like a fool I strayed. Just the one time, but I felt so guilty that I confessed to Em. I honestly didn't know if she would kick me out, but I couldn't stand the guilt. She was really quiet, and it unnerved me. I was waiting for an explosion, and it didn't come. Finally, she told me that since I'd cheated, she had to cheat to make us even. I don't think she wanted to cheat. She understood that making me feel what she felt would ensure that I never did it again. So, one night she announced that she was not going to be home, and I understood she going to be with someone else."
Maeve sighed, "Yeah, I remember that night. Fondly."
"She told you about that? I didn't think she'd ever tell anyone. I never found out who she was with. Not sure I want to know. We're good now," he replied.
"Jeffrey, Emily was with me that night. What? You think you're the only one who likes these boobs?"
He sat up, mouth open, but no words came out. Then he said, "God, you live with a woman all these years and you think you know her!"
"Are you mad?"
Jeff chuckled. "No, but I will be if you don't invite me along next time!"
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At Maeve's house, things were moving rather slowly. The plan had been for them to begin right way so that Jeff wouldn't be able to stop them. But when it really came down to fucking her son, Emily balked. It could go so wrong in a million different ways. She could screw up her marriage, her son, herself. Emily spent a long time explaining sexual etiquette, condoms, dating, and lots of other things that Ed already understood. She was stalling, and he knew it.
"Mom, if Dad was gonna try and stop this, he would be here by now. Let's get on with the plan, okay? Or, you can back out, I guess."
She realized he was right, and like the take-charge woman she was, she finally began the evening's activities.
"Ed, I think the best thing for us to do is just strip off our clothes and see where this goes. Remember, you can call this off at any time if it starts to bother you," she said as a last ditch effort to make all this go away. Why had she thought this would work? But this train was rolling now, and unstoppable.
In Maeve's bedroom, they undressed each other and embraced. Ed's cock was not shy, and he poked her as they hugged. Not wanting to simply fuck, she maintained control and tried to build up to it gradually. But that's hard to do with a young man when you're both nude. She took a step back from him.
"Baby, take a look at me. I'm a middle aged woman, and I never was a swimsuit model. My breasts are small, my hips a bit too wide, and my face is plain. This is what you're getting, so I hope you're not too disappointed."
Disappointed he was not. Speechless, maybe. Truth be told, he'd been sexually attracted to his mom for a long time.
Emily sat on the bed. "You might as well see all I've got." She spread her legs wide and motioned for him to kneel in front of her. Ed rested his palms on tops of her thighs and peered into her pussy. Now, he really was speechless. Her pubes were trimmed, and her pinkness drew him in like a hypnotist swinging a watch.
He looked up at her and asked hoarsely, "Mom, can I kiss you, there?" She could see the hunger and passion in his eyes.
"Sure, Baby. Kiss Mommy's pussy if you like."
She was shocked at her how naughty that sounded. But she didn't have time to dwell on that, as he began gently lipping and tonguing her labia. She put her hand to the back of his head, and within a minute, her head was arching backwards as her juices began flowing and her pussy heated up. Emily would have been happy to let him give her an orgasm this way. She was certainly heading in that direction. The kid was a natural. But this was supposed to be about her son's pleasure, and so she made him back off.
"Honey, why don't you get on your back here. I want you to hold out as long as possible this first time so you'll really enjoy it. I'll be on top."
There were condoms on the table, and she unrolled one on his cock as she sat astride his legs. Carefully, she moved forward and placed his dick head at the entrance to her pussy. Emily watched her son's face as she slowly slipped it inside herself.
He was struggling to maintain his cool by any method he could. His eyes were closed as he tried to think of something neutral. He bit his tongue to the point of pain and concentrated on that. He kept his eyes shut so as not to be overwhelmed by the sight of his naked mom, sitting on his cock.
Emily did not move for a long time, hoping to extend her son's first fuck. When she felt him relax a little, she allowed her hips to rock a bit. With her pussy warmed up, she felt on her way to a good come, too. She was almost embarrassed at how turned on she was, but she decided not to deny herself. After all, she didn't know how much this night might ultimately cost her, so why waste the opportunity to get something in return?
Her movements were stronger now, and she rightly anticipated that Ed would not be able to hold out much longer, although he had given it a hell of a try. She leaned forward, hands on his shoulders, to change the angle of penetration and get more contact for her clit. When she felt him about to hit, Emily poured on the steam, taking herself over the edge as he filled the condom with his young come. It was not a quiet climax for either of them, and neither was it a short one, as they squeezed every ounce of pleasure from it. They fell into each other's arms, huffing and sweaty.
It was a few minutes before either spoke.
"Mom, that was fantastic. I can believe how good a real pussy feels! Your pussy! And, am I wrong or did you come, too?"
"Well, it's never been a secret that sex can be wonderful. Makes the world go round, you know. And there's so much more to it than you've experienced yet. But to answer your question, yes, you did make me come."
He seemed to puff up with pride. "I hope there's more to it tonight...because I'd like to feel you come again."
"Slow down a bit. We're in no rush."
Emily got up to get a hot, wet wash rag to clean them both up. On the way to the bathroom, she picked up her phone and texted a single question mark to Maeve. Before returning to the bedroom, she got back a thumbs up emoticon in return. Looked like things were okay, for now. She wasn't looking forward to the inevitable meet up tomorrow morning, though.
As she cleaned up Ed and herself, he began talking, idly fondling her breasts and hips.
"Mom, you know I've wanted to have sex with you since I can't remember when. Other girls and women are pretty, sure. But you're the one woman who really means something to me."
"That'll change someday soon. Nature has a way of getting people together at your time of life. Just please be careful. Use a condom and don't rush into anything."
"I guess I'll have a real girlfriend some day. For now, all I can think about is you."
He kissed her gently on the lips and lingered there. They fell into a loving embrace, and before they knew it, things were heating back up again. Emily felt his cock once again pressing on her thigh.
"Whoa, you sure recovered fast."
"I wanna taste your pussy again! That was fantastic. Could I actually make you come that way?"
"I'm sure you could. You've got a good touch with that tongue of yours."
At that, he rolled her on her back and crawled down between her ample thighs, with a stop on the way to pay respects to her tits. A thought flashed through her brain about nursing her baby, all those years ago. Now he needed nursing again, and she was glad to provide the service.
Emily's knees were drawn up and parted when his mouth reached her mound. He explored deeply this time, tonguing into her hole. She showed him how to insert his finger and find her G-spot as he ran the under side of his tongue over her labia, and especially over her hooded clit. She was more relaxed this time, and more inclined to accept the pleasure he offered. She gave herself to her sexual feelings, holding his head where she wanted it to be and murmuring encouragement. Again, she was surprised just how nasty she could get with her own son. Her son! The very idea was nastier than anything else she could imagine. Now, she could use these memories to fuel her normal sex life with Jeff. Good would come of this. She was certain.
"Ooo, Baby, you're tongue is really making Mommy horny! I love the way you lick my pussy, Baby. Fuck it with your tongue! Now, just there, slash your tongue over my clit. Mmm, Sweetie, you're gonna make Mommy come with your mouth. Yeah, I can feel it gettin' close..."
She abandoned herself, all her inhibitions, and her entire world in the service of her sexual release, bucking up against his mouth and moaning as if in pain. At the end, the sensations were too much, and she pulled his head away.
Ed crawled up beside her and kissed her cheeks as she returned to this planet. He wanted nothing more right now than to get inside her and feel her heat, but before he could, she was sliding down in the bed to gobble his dick into her mouth.
"Mom, that feels great, but I wanna fuck you again."
Quickly, she reached for a condom and wrapped him in latex in record time. Then one last deep throat before she rolled on her back and took him inside her. With her juices still flowing and his cock freshly lubed from her mouth, Ed plunged into his mother's depths, pushing her ass into the bed. She wrapped her trembling legs around him and he fucked her with long and deep strokes. This time, Ed would drag the coupling out, enjoying every stroke. He kissed her deeply, ran his hands over her nipples, even tongued her ears and neck.
"God, you feel so fucking good! I wanna fuck you all night. I wanna fuck you forever. Mama, I wanna come in your pussy! I'm in you so deep."
Emily whispered her own nasty encouragement back to her son. She moved in her most sexual ways to induce pleasure in his entire body.
"Come in me, Baby. Put that big cock of yours deep inside me! I feel you all the way up in me. Fuck Mommy! I want your come. You're up inside me now, just like before you were born. You belong inside me. Fuck me!"
Ed was really feeling the need to explode, and when he did, it was with his whole being. Emily was stunned at the level of intensity of his climax and of her own responses, too. Married sex had become humdrum, and now she was graphically reminded of how otherworldly it could be.
When he rolled off her, they were both in some altered state. It wasn't long before each fell asleep.
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Maeve and Jeff had finished a second, very satisfying, session. She got Em's text while she was in the bathroom, cum dripping into the commode. No condoms for them! Oh, yeah, things were going well in both places, it seemed. She answered with the thumbs up, washed her pussy, and went back to see if the old man had any more treats for her. Sometime in the middle of the night, she found out that he did. A long, slow fuck in several positions, ending in extended, if not violent, climaxes for both of them.
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Emily and her son fucked again around midnight. They had been up, eating and drinking a glass of red wine, talking about their lives and the future. They talked about how much they loved each other, but neither of them mentioned Jeffrey. They left that subject for the morning. The night was for pleasure, and the morning would be awkward.
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About 8:00 the next morning, Emily's phone made that familiar musical tone. She got up and carried it to the bathroom, reading the message as she peed. She was still naked from the night before.
"AOK here. Come to breakfast @ 10. Waffles."
That gave her some relief, and a roadmap for what would surely be a difficult trip back to normal. When Emily got back to bed, Ed was up on one elbow, welcoming her back into his arms.
"We're going home to meet Maeve and your dad at 10:00 for breakfast."
"It's only a bit after 8:00 now. Great!" And he began gently kissing and caressing his mom.
"What? Again? Haven't you had enough of this old woman?"
"Once more, Mom. Could be the last time ever."
"Will be the last time. You know this was a one time only gig."
"Then, let's make it a good one."
He had her on her back, and he began making his way down her torso. Emily knew well what was coming, and she didn't object. He was turning into a good pussy licker, and she was fine with that.
Ed was in no rush, and he teased her mercilessly. As she heated up, he would stop and suck on an outer lip or kiss her mound until she almost begged him to get back to business. By the time he was ready to put his cock in her, she was more than ready.
Maybe that's why she didn't notice. He sat up, pulled her left leg over so she was on her side, and slid his cock the maximum distance up into her. This time, he hadn't put on a condom.
"Put your hand down there and play with your pussy," he ordered. And she gladly complied. His strokes were so deep in this scissor position. But he wasn't ramming into her. All the way in, then nearly all the way out. Feeling every inch of her hole. And she was feeling her son's power, control, and consummate stiffness.
Emily's middle finger rolled her clit and made circles around it. Then the thought struck her.
"Ed, did you put a condom on?"
"Not this time, Mom. Neither of us has a disease, and we both know you can't get pregnant. This once, you're getting my load for real."
She was nervous about this turn of events, but also excited by it. She'd planned to keep some tiny thing back, something only her husband would have, and that was not letting him actually come in her pussy. It was a small nod to her husband and her marriage. But in her mind, being bare back with Ed made things all the more nasty, and Emily was discovering just how nasty she could be.
He rolled her all the way onto her stomach as the sweat began to roll down his back.
"I want you from behind, Mom. Keep fingering that pussy for me."
His strokes were more meaningful now. Each one was like a punctuation mark, reiterating the warning of a flood of his jizz blasting into her womb. This was not playing around. This was real, grown up, actual fucking. This was incest. These were lovers.
Ed humped steadily into his mom, leaning to kiss her shoulders and whisper awful, animal, lustful, forbidden things into her ear. She loved it.
Emily could feel the end approaching for her, and she expected her climax would trigger his own, so she threw herself into it. She made that little noise she always made just before coming, clinched her pussy muscles, and pumped her ass back into his lower abdomen. Oh, that slightly oversized ass was heavenly as it pressed in on him, demanding his release.
Ed came in a torrent. He tried to keep moving and feeling as long as possible, but at the end, he seized up, his penis jetting young sperm into his mom's cervix, holding her tightly, as if she might pull away from him.
She was milking him, wanting every drop. Wanting the feeling to last. Living only in this spasm of altered consciousness from some deep recess of her lizard brain.
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Maeve was in her night gown, making waffles in the kitchen when Ed and Emily arrived.
Jeffrey, who had thought about making a big entrance, looking stern, decided in the end to be sitting at the table, acting all "adult". After all, they all knew the score. There was nothing really to discuss. Nobody was really hurt. No apologies necessary. By the end of the meal, small jokes were being made, there were some smiles, and nobody seemed to have lingering issues.
But Emily knew that there would be private discussions with her husband. Maybe many private discussions. Maybe heated ones.
The first came that night, as they lay in bed. There is no need to recount that talk, other than to say there was tension, but not anger. They would get through this. They resolved to get through it.
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The next week gave Em time to go over the events of the previous Saturday. There was conflict in her mind as she thought about the wild sex she and her son had had, much to her shock. It was totally unexpected, the way that night had turned out. Rather than feeling guilty or repulsed by the whole thing, she found herself replaying scenes in her head, while her fingers "replayed" with her pussy. Oh, there was no question that she loved her husband and wanted above all else to keep her marriage intact. But now, after Saturday, she wanted more. She wanted to keep the intoxicating excitement that had been rekindled. Where had that excitement been these last few years?
Having Ed around didn't help much. He was more attentive than ever, and she had to be careful not to do anything that might encourage him to make a play for her.
She visited Maeve on Wednesday. They stayed away from comparing notes in a detailed way, although Em was sure her friend would have given her a play-by-play if she'd asked. But it was clear to both women that the night had been highly enjoyable.
On Thursday night, Jeff and his wife had sex. With each other, this time. The sex was several notches above the usual quality, and they both knew why. But they didn't discuss it.
On Friday night, Jeff casually mentioned that Maeve had asked him to help her clean out her garage and a shed on Saturday afternoon.
"Would that be a problem? Might take 3 or 4 hours. You don't have plans for us, do you? You know, she's been hinting about me helping her for a long time now." Jeff seemed a bit defensive, and Em could see through him. Yeah, he'd clean her shed, alright.
"No, no problem. I'll just be here, I guess. I'd like a day to relax. Been working on one thing or another all week."
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After a light lunch on Saturday, Jeff goes off, ostensibly to work on Maeve's clean out project. Emily is at her usual spot for relaxation. The corner of the sofa, with a rectangular hassock supporting her legs. She's wearing a denim skirt and a white shirt with buttons down the front. No shoes. She's holding a paperback book, but finding it hard to concentrate.
Ed casually wanders into the living room, dressed in the normal t-shirt and athletic shorts. He gazes at his mom until she looks up from her book. Then he kneels on the sofa beside her, one leg drawn up under him. She puts the book down on the arm of the sofa and looks back impassively.
"Mom, I've been thinking about the other night, and all you've taught me."
She stares back, with barely a nod.
"Anyway, I was thinking about what you said about how sex can be great if you, like, spend a whole day working up to it."
She stares back.
"And I can see that. I mean, we worked up to it for a week. And it was fabulous. But you also said it can be great when it's really spontaneous. You know, when it just happens."
She gives a slow nod.
"Well, I think I need a lesson in, you know, spontaneous sex," he says, leaning in to kiss her lightly on the lips. She doesn't pull away, and the kiss lingers. Thoughts of that morning fuck, just under a week ago, come flooding back to her. She caresses his face, and the kiss deepens.
Ed throws his leg across her lap, straddling her on the couch as their tongues fight. It's zero-to-sexy in 10 seconds.
She pops her top blouse button and places his hand inside her shirt on her small bra covered breast. He is holding her face in his other hand as they kiss deeply.
He pulls away from her, standing with a foot on either side of the hassock, and crabs backwards toward her feet. As he passes over her knees, he grabs her legs and begins pulling her flat onto the hassock, her skirt walking up to her waist. She's now flat on the sofa and hassock, her ass at the front edge, and she pulls her knees back along her ribs, exposing her pink panties. She's up on one elbow, staring at her son with her lips parted, eyes wide.
As she watches, Ed's shorts come off in a flash. He's not wearing drawers, and his cock is proud. It enters her mind that he had planned this. That's why he only had shorts on.
He's staring straight at her panties now. His face is rosy and his chest rises and falls. His hands now grab the elastic of her pink panties, and she points her toes skyward as he pulls them off her legs.
While Ed strokes his cock with her panties, Emily runs her hand down to her pussy, spreading the lips for his viewing pleasure and pulling wetness from her hole up to her clit. Her eyes are half shut now, and she reminds him of an iconic shot of Marilyn Monroe. He wants her as badly as any man ever wanted Marilyn, and she wants him, too.
She doesn't have to say a word, though. He's already bending at the knees, his cock aiming for her love hole. She guides him to the spot, and she's wet enough that he can push all the way up inside her, his hands resting on her knees. She sees his head arch back and hears his unspeakable groan as he hits bottom.
"Baby, take my wrists! Hold me down!"
He has the idea in a flash and she's now pinned under him, arms held firmly beside her on the couch. She struggles, but her heels spurring him in the ass belie her objections.
He's plowing now. Wanting to hit into her with all his might, but holding back for fear of injuring her. It's okay, though. She's loving it. This is a special thing she's doing for her son. Like a rape without the guilt and with a "get out of jail free" card. They can both enjoy the fantasy without the bad parts. The intensity is undeniable.
The world disappears for the fairly short duration of their coupling. For the second time in less than a week, son fills mother with his semen.
As he pants on top of her, she spies her panties on the couch beside her, where he dropped them. She grabs them and shoves them into the crack of her ass to catch the overflow and save the hassock. When he comes back down to earth, she takes charge.
"Baby, let me up. We have things to do. Grab your shorts and follow me."
She waddles across the living room and down the hall, her legs together to keep her panties in place. In the hall bathroom, she removes her clothes and his t-shirt while the shower heats up. Then she hugs and kisses him, their naked bodies fitting together well.
The steamy water from the shower wand runs over their shoulders and puddles near the drain.
"I haven't come yet. I'd love to have you eat me here in the shower," she whispers, kissing his ear and biting the lobe.
She sits on the shower ledge, spreads her legs and runs hot water between them. He kneels, pulls her thighs over his shoulders as she leans back against the wall, and begins lapping his mom's pussy. She's still charged up from the fucking, and the shower feels so good. Many times she's gotten herself off in a hot shower, but now her son's mouth is doing the honors. It's not long before her thighs clamp over his ears and she moans in wet pleasure. The water from the wand is almost drowning him, but he manages enough breaths to finish her off.
As they dry each other, dripping on the bathroom rug, she asks, "So, now what do you wanna do?"
"Fuck you again, of course!"
"That's my boy! Let's go to your room."
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With the edge of sex dulled for the present, Emily and her son spent some time kissing, cuddling under the covers, and talking.
"Mom, that thing you did before, letting me rape you like that! I never felt anything like it before. I would never have done it without permission, but it was wild! Thank you so much."
"Well, you caught me a little off guard, and I just fell into your energy. It was fun, though, wasn't it? And by the way, I gotta say, you've really got a talented mouth on you!"
"Don't you feel like something changed the other morning? The last time we were together? It might have been you teaching me before that, but that last time, before we went home, the time I came inside you, I felt like we were really lovers that time. I want to keep on being your lover, like we have been today. Either we keep it from Dad, or he'll have to just accept it. I am your lover now, and I don't want to give that up. I don't think you do, either."
"Baby, you leave your father to me. I still love him, and I want to be married to him. I hope we can work things out, because I want you to be my lover. But we can't break up the family, and I can't lie to him, at least not long term. And you know, I have to be his lover, too. I'm his wife, and we love each other. It's crazy how this thing has worked out. It would have been a lot easier if you'd just taken Maeve to bed instead of me."
"Just think what we'd both have missed, Mom. I wouldn't take anything for what I've had with you. I don't think you would have given it up, either, now that we both know how great it is."
All this time, he'd been fondling her from her shoulder to her bottom, and she'd been fingering his hardening cock. Now the evidence of his excitement was on display under the covers, and talking was taking a back seat to kissing. Soon, she rolled him on his back and took his naked cock inside herself. She nestled his face between her small breasts, and his lips found a nipple.
"God, I love your tits!"
"Just think. You could have had those big white ones."
"But all I ever wanted was your small brown ones," he replies, as she starts rocking her hips.
In a few minutes, she sits up, remembering the night she spent with Maeve. What a beautiful woman. She remembers how Maeve sat atop her, fingering herself as she rocked on the double dildo that united them. She loved that display, and so she repeats it now for her son.
He understands what she is doing and jams a pillow under his shoulders to get a better view. She rolls her hips in a circle, feeling his hardness on every surface of her vagina. The kid can get so hard! He is fascinated by the scene, but he's not in a hurry to come. He lets her control the motion and build her own climax.
In a move that surprises him, mom reverses position on his cock and is now facing his feet. This feels really different, and he grabs her hips and does a push-pull motion. As she braces one hand on his leg, the other plies her clit. She begins to moan and come, her son pushing and pulling her on his cock, and with a jerk of his hips, he's coming straight up into her depths. If there had been anyone else in the house, they would have thought someone was dying in pain.
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Emily came to bed that night in panties and t-shirt, as she often did. She nestled into her husband's arms, her back to his chest. They had not spoken much since he returned home. Ed was out of the house and would not be home until late.
She began, "So, did you get a lot done at Maeve's today?"
"More than one way to take that," he thought to himself. "Oh, we did some useful work, I guess. She seemed to be happy with the result." He knew his wife was no fool, and he wouldn't lie to her. But he was hesitant to blurt anything out. This called for caution.
"Hmm, I'll bet. Strong man to help her out. I'll bet she was really grateful for your help." She was fishing.
Jeffrey changed the subject. "What about you? You were here all day? Just you and Ed, I guess?"
"Yes, he was around most of the afternoon."
"And what did you two get up to," he ventured. Might as well get down to it.
"Oh, you know teenagers. Just stuff." She nestled into him just noticeably. She thought she felt a lurch behind her, and she slipped her hand back there to test the waters. "Hmm," she thought, as her fingers grazed a half-hard cock. "Old man still got some energy."
Her fingers encircled his cock and squeezed lightly, just as she knew he liked it. She pushed her ass back more and rubbed the head along her crack to stiffen him up. He pulled her hips to him. His hand slipped into her panties and rested on her sex hair.
"Baby, I was wondering. Do you think you could find something to do with yourself next Saturday night? It's just that I think Ed is going to require some more instruction, and we'll need the house."
This sent a jolt through his dick. As his hand slid further south, Emily raised her leg to give him access to her waiting pussy. He didn't answer her. She knew his answer.
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(Earlier that same evening, in another part of town:)
"So, are you happy with the way things turned out?" she asked.
"Couldn't be better. I've got you, my first. And with your help, I got Mom. You should be pretty happy, too. You have me and my dad to play with."
"...and your mom, Honey. Don't forget, I had her first! I've got the whole damned family."
"Maeve, you are amazing," replied Ed. "You're such a great teacher."
"It's just sex, Ed."