LOOK SON, NO HANDS

LOOK SON, NO HANDS

She wasn’t going to suggest that it had started innocently, after all, nothing with her ever did, and 

she was proud of that. But the Mother of two had never meant for things to go as far as they did 

either. 

When her oldest Son turned 18, she and her husband had sat down with him, and explained to 

him that they’d been kicking him out of the house every weekend, one way or another, (thank god 

for camp), because Mommy and Daddy were secretly swingers. To which he replied, “duh”. He’d 

known, he just didn’t want to talk about it. So, they gave him his space, he gave them theirs, and 

now they didn’t need excuses, he just wandered off on his own! 

Then her youngest Son turned 18, and they figured it would be more of the same… yeah. It 

wasn’t, and, actually, it gave them questions about their oldest… 

See, her Youngest Son argued, that, now that he was 18, he wanted to stay on the weekends, 

and take his chances. He then pointed out that, being an 18 year old surrounded by beautiful 

people in open relationships looking to have a little sexy-time fun; was more dream come true 

than problem. And… shit. The kid had a point. Their only counter point was that they would be 

there, and he rightly pointed out that it should be pretty easy to avoid having sex with one’s 

parents by accident. 

Yep…

Should be…

So… the first time, they barely knew he was there. But the second time? That went a little 

differently. They girl he was pursuing was in lust with his Mom. So everywhere Mom went, her 

Son was forced to follow. Lewd conversations, and dirty shared memories were now being 

overheard by her youngest Son, and judging from his MASSIVE bulge, he wasn’t minding hearing 

about how, um, “talented”, his Mother was. 

But, on the subject of her talent, he’d eventually reached a point where he thought people were 

just saying things to mess with him, and he tried to call bullshit. Thing was, yeah… they probably 

were talking about what a dirty, slutty, skillful little nymph his Mom was just to mess with him. 

Hell, they were probably getting off on it. But… they also weren’t lying. So, he and his Mom got 

into a little debate about whether or not she could bring a man to orgasm without touching him, 

and, with a teenagers mentality, he dug his heels in instead of opening his mind. So, even after 

she explained that not touching him didn’t mean him not touching her, he still kept digging the 

hole he was in deeper and deeper until the obvious happened. And someone dared him to prove 

her wrong, since he was so sure that they were all liars. 

And there it was. They were, after all, at a sex party. Situations like this were the point, and what 

he was doing amounted to little more than teasing. But, true to his age, he stuck to his guns, 

whether he was right or not. And Mom, for her part, found the whole thing to be amusing, and 

educational, and a little naughty. 

So, 10 minutes later, a small crowd watched as a teenager bent her over one of their picnic 

tables out back and sawed his cock along her asscrack. And, god help her, he’d been at it for 5 

minutes and seemed to be growing in length and girth by the second. He was already sweating, 

and struggling to hold on. Might have had something to do with sex goddess body that was laid 

out before him, or it might have been that he was liking that he had “Mommy” bent over, more 

than he’d be ready to admit. Either way, he wasn’t going to make it to his 10 minute goal. 

And she only made things harder on him when she reached back and untied her bra bikini top 

and let it fall to the table. At first he whined that it wasn’t fair; but she shushed him by reminding 

him that for 5 straight minutes she hadn’t said a single word, and asked him if he would like her 

to start describing what she usually did with her tits to cocks like his. 

That shut him up fast, and it also made him slow down his thrusting even more; and he’d already 

just barely been giving her ass any proper level of attention. She was tempted to call him on it, 

and make him go back to a “reasonable” pace if he wanted to win the bet, but he was struggling 

so much, and, honestly, it was the only thing she was “tempted” by. 

So instead of speeding him up, she decided she had to say something after all. 

“You know,” she said, looking up at her husband who’d been watching the show with lust glazed 

eyes and trying, badly, to hide in the watching crowd. “His cock is so big, I’m half-tempted to to 

let him put it in just to see how it would feel”. And when she said it, both her husband and her 

Son froze and said, almost at the same time, “oh fuck!” Which made her smile. But then…

Then her husband looked back at her, and, after some very meaningful eye contact. He nodded. 

He nodded! 

And she felt her face go red with her own blush as she realized that, not only was he serious, but 

he was practically begging. And a quick glance at the crowd, her ‘fans’, told her that they were all 

thinking the same thing. 

Her Son, for his part, was oblivious. His eyes were half closed as he struggled to keep moving, 

as promised, while also trying desperately not to cum. Then, still blushing fiercely, she looked 

back to her husband with intense heat filling her whole body and asked, “Are you serious?”. 

In reply, he nodded, and publicly begged. “Let him do it! PLEASE!”.

So… she looked back at her Son, and said his name a few times to get his attention away from 

whatever math problem he probably been desperately repeating in his head to keep from 

cumming. And, once she got his full attention, and told him it was okay to stop moving; she gave 

him the offer that she’d never been planning to offer before that moment. 

“Hey sweetie… Our growing crowd thought of a new bet when you weren’t paying attention. 

Wanna switch over to it?” 

For her Son’s part, she could tell that he was desperately relieved, while also still young and 

dumb enough to keep trying to play it off like he could have possibly lasted otherwise. 

It was cute though, and it made her smile. He was, after all, her Son. And she was used to that 

look… er, though not in this context. 

He let her know that he was ALL about changing the bet, and asked her what they’d said. Then, 

with a mischievous side glance at her husband, she said, “They want to know if you can fit that 

whole thing inside of me”.

She said it so deadpan, that watching the show of emotion play out on her Son’s face was 

practically theater. Confusion, wonder, shock, disbelief, confusion, excitement, lust… It just went 

on and on. But in the end, he looked at her with a mix of lust and hope that clearly asked a 

question. And in answer to that look, she spread her legs a little wider, and asked, “Wanna find 

out if you’re Mother’s cunt is as hot and tight as every keeps boasting it is?” 

He didn’t get it all the way inside of her before he came. But when he came, he did it inside his 

Mom while a large group of horny people got off on it almost as hard as he did. And do to his age, 

and absolutely no one lying about his Mother’s talents, he went from fucking her hard because 

he was cumming, to fucking her hard because, in spite of cumming, the whole situation was so 

insanely hot that he was still hard. 

And before he came a second time, he outlasted every single one of their shared onlookers. He 

rode his Mother’s body like a beast in heat as they rocked the table she was on so hard that they 

knocked all the food and drinks off of it without touching them. He fucked her so hard that her hair 

came untied, and sweat dripped down her breasts and fell off her nipples as she pushed herself 

up with her hands, and gripped the table for dear life. 

They screamed, and they fucked, and they put everyone there to lustful shame as he selfishly 

fucked his Mother as hard and as fast as he could. He was focused on nothing but making 

himself cum again. Of course, in the process, he pushed her through 5 straight orgasms; so she 

was okay with his methods. 

In the end, they collapsed in a sweaty, panting, exhausted heap, somewhere on the lawn in their 

4th or 5th position, and when they did, people fucking cheered. 

And as they recovered in glorious exhaustion that felt like victory and ecstasy; a Son was 

wondering if he was going to be in trouble when the good feeling blew over and the guests left.

And as he was thinking that, his Mother was thinking that she was going to be personally 

responsible for her Son cumming at least twice a day, every day, for the next week or two. And 

she was going to turn him into one of her worshippers, or end up his. Either way, it would be well 

deserved.