OR ELSE: If you don’t let up…

 OR ELSE: If you don’t let up…

It had started weeks before, and I should have seen a pattern, but I honestly didn’t! I was tense, 

and my head was hurting, and as I tried to ease tension out of my own shoulders, my oldest 

Son offered to grab some scented oil and rub it in for me. I was hesitant, but he was not. He just 

sort of started telling me what was going to happen. I was only a little reluctant, and so it 

worked. “Sit here Mom, I’m going to grab something from my room”, and then “I’m pulling this 

down so I can get better access”, and then, “I need you to take this off so I can really get in 

there”. I don’t think he set out to seduce me, but, before you know it, he was hard, I was topless, 

he was straddling my ass, and I was covered in glistening oil as he drew moans from me; and 

all that was BEFORE things got heated! I remember saying something along the lines of, “you 

need to stop that, or else things are going to get out of hand sweetie”. But next thing I knew we 

were kissing, and the rubbing was more about drawing moans than easing tension. Then, 

before I had really grasped what I’d allowed to happen, my oldest was telling me that he was 

about “to blow his load”, and not only did I not stop, I held my tits together and gave him a little 

wink in preparation for when he saw that first blast hit his Mother’s smiling face. A few

 repeat performances later, and my Son and I were lovers. Just like that!

The taboo of it was incredible, and because it was so secret and he was so confident, it could 

happen anywhere, at anytime; and that was fucking hot too. And his kinks, oh my god! The 

taboo of it doing it for him was starting to do it for me all by itself. I mean, the way he throbbed 

and swelled the first time he heard me say “cock”, or the way he shuddered with pleasure when 

I first described how I wanted to stroke him. The way his body reacted to these gentle reminders 

that I was his Mother were just… Mmmm!!!

But, I’m off track. That was all just lead up. At the time, I thought what we were doing really was 

as depraved as it got, and frankly, I was wrong. 

One day I was trying to get laundry done, and I felt strong young hands making their way up my 

thighs. I warned him, halfheartedly if I’m being honest, that if he didn’t stop, things were going 

to get out of hand. Well, of course, that is exactly what happened, and it was wonderful. He was 

holding one leg up and sliding all of that hot young cock into me, and it was all just amazing and 

intense, and the perfect amount of slow and hot. I mean, don’t get me wrong, a hot fast quickie 

can be AMAZING, but slow and steady has its place, and when you are edging into a new 

fantasy, it is borderline perfect! 

Then, out of nowhere, my Son stopped. I asked him why, and he smiled, and gestured with his 

head toward a slight breeze pushing the curtains on the window. It was open!

I thought he was just pointing that out, but his wicked grin, and raised eyebrows, told me he was 

asking some sort of naughty question, and, after a moment, I blushed, clenched, and gave a 

less than convincing “Noooooo… No, we couldn’t…” But, the truth was it was a VERY hot idea. 

And a few moments later, I was spreading my legs and standing on some crates as my body 

hung halfway out our window. I was clothed… from the waist up. But only in a t-shirt that did 

little to hide my… very, above average top-half.

So, there I was. My curtains touching the small of my back, naked from the waist down, and my 

top half hanging out the window like I was inspecting the rose bushes; but in a way that only a 

porn star would. Then I felt the tip of my Son’s cock start to brush me, and slide up along my 

labia as he nudged, and bumped, and teased my entrance. And, I admit, the idea that someone 

might come along was VERY hot. But there is a big fucking difference from an idea and a 

reality! So when two men talking about nothing in particular walked passed, and stopped in our 

backyard to trim the trees, I remembered what day it was, and had a nuclear meltdown in my 

head a split-second before a long, hard, dick, slid into me so smooth and deep that I not only 

moaned through the panic, but I even let out a little whimper when he ‘hit the end’, and I felt my 

big, strong Son’s balls, as they clapped up into me.

It was SO hot! It was TOO hot! I was hyper-sensitive and ultra-turned on, but for fantasy 

reasons! And this was reality, and we were in real trouble! 

My Son, oblivious, just kept going as one of the men turned and gave me a hello. He stared a 

bit, but, as I said, I was busty and bra-less, so it was no longer than expected. Then, as quietly 

as I could, and trembling with pleasure and concern, I told my Son that we had workers in the 

yard, and I needed to be let in right away or they would figure out what was going on and, 

threateningly, I warned that I would then need to find some way to bribe them into silence. For a 

few moments, there was stillness and quiet, and then, slowly, my Son’s dick began to slide back 

into me. I, wish I could’ve put my foot down and been stern, or complained, or in any meaningful 

resisted, AT ALL! But, FUCK… I was SO sensitive to it! And I could feel every little millimeter of 

movement as that hard young cock glided along 1,000 little nerves that seemed to be made of 

pleasure. Then, I heard him say, “and how would you do that Mom?” It took my brain God knows 

how long to process the question. And when I did, I heard the pleading in my voice as I warned 

him, “I’m telling you, you need to let up and let me in baby! If you don’t, you’re going to be doing 

me while you're forced to listen to your own Mother as she… Services, the dicks of two 

Strangers!”

He stopped again, and I thought for sure that I’d finally convinced him of what was really 

happening here, and that, any moment now, I would feel him slide out of my cunt so he could let 

me back inside. I mean, yes, we’d become lovers; and it was wonderful! But at the end of the 

day, I was still “Mommy” after all! So, it wasn’t like he would want to see me acting like some 

dirty, depraved, insatiable little… 

And then he slid back into me one, strong push, and the clap that his body made against mine 

was heard just in time for me to feel it starting again. His pace went from agonizingly slow, to 

moderately rough with no space in between and, god help me, my body reacted to it 

wonderfully. Every thrust was like a mini-climax, and I couldn’t stop moaning. I tried to play it off 

for as long as I could, but the men kept looking at me more and more, and then I couldn’t hold 

back, and they were watching openly as I moaned and panted and came! 

Eventually, after I’d been forced into two separate orgasms, I looked back over my shoulder, 

through the curtains, and yelled through them, “Fine! You want to hear... me (I stopped myself 

before saying ‘your own mother’) suck the cocks of other men! Then you are going to get what 

you asked for young man!” And with no convincing at all I called the men over, and, as if it would 

teach my Son a lesson, I gave them the lewdest, slurpiest, noisiest, nastiest fucking double 

blowjob anyone could have ever dreamed of. When they hit their limits, and I felt them swelling I 

loudly told them that I wanted their hot loads, and told them to cover my face in their cum! 

A moment later, as those first hot splashes began to wash over me, I felt my Son’s grip tighten. 

Then he slammed into me all the way, and a third load of cum hit me. This one filled me up 

inside, even as two more covered me on the outside.

When the moment was passed, I had a little discussion with the yard crew, and as sternly as a 

woman dripping with their cum could, I let them know that this was a matter for discretion. And 

that the cost of my bribe was already paid in… services rendered. And furthermore, that I never 

wanted to hear about this again. They agreed, happy, happy men that they were. And 

everything appeared to be resolved. But, I saw the way my Son looked at me after I finally came 

back inside, and he saw me drenched in cum like some dirty whore. And I think the only person 

in the world who thought it was hotter than he did, was me.

This wasn’t over yet… and I was in so much trouble. Delightful, joyous, sinful, wickedly fun 

trouble!

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