The Privacy Fence (PT3)

 

“I… I need to shower”, I said awkwardly, before heading inside and rushing for my bathroom. Of course, I was probably dripping cum on the floor the whole way!

What had started as a normal, summer afternoon where I teased my Son and Husband without crossing any lines, had quickly turned into a massive mess. Literally, in some ways. 

My neighbor's asshole Brother had shown up with more money than any person should be able to make in less than five years, and offered it to me in exchange for a quick gangbang next door. Now, the brothel that I work at frowns on taking jobs outside of what they officially set up, but it was an insane amount of cash! Plus, my Husband had signed off on it, and I thought my Son would be out for the day. So I went next door to make a whole lot of money and have some fun in the process. 

With that as the mission, the afternoon had been a huge success on both counts! But then I’d come back home, naked and literally dripping with cum, only to find my Son still sitting in the backyard. More than that, I was pretty sure that he’d listened in to everything that had happened from his side of the privacy fence, and had masturbated to the sounds of me getting fucked!

And then, if all of that hadn’t been bad enough, when I caught him. Or, he caught me…

Anyway, when we caught one another, it had been so incredibly fucking hot that I had orgasmed! Right there on the spot! And then, completely unable to stop myself, I had masturbated right in front of my own Son, DESPERATE to orgasm again! It didn’t take me very long, but still!

And now I was showering off two loads of cum that had looked and felt like 5 or 6 loads of cum, and knowing full well that I had dripped it all through the house on my way to the shower. Naturally, once all the damage was done, I realized that I could have used the hose out in the yard. But that information hardly helped after the fact. 

Shit.

When I was done, I dried off as best as I could. But when you have hair as long and thick as mine, drying off is a more monumental task than most people ever seem to understand. Still, I got clean, got dry, and then grabbed my black silk robe and set off to clean the cum from the kitchen floor and the hallway. 

Naturally, Steven didn’t come in from our yard until I was on my hands and knees, scrubbing at a bit of floor with my robe hanging open enough to show him, at the very least, a line of cleavage long enough to hide several cocks in. 

Shit!

“Hi sweetie,” I tried. I gave him my best, everything is totally normal, smile. It was wasted though, since I’m pretty sure his eyes never made it up to my smile. He gave me a brief, “Hi Mom”, and quickly went to his room. I knew, without having to check, that he was in there masturbating again. To the thought of me!

And shit… that was, just, so fucking hot to me!!!

I mean, I’d learned that I had a Mommy/Son kink pretty early in my marriage when my Husband asked for some roleplay and I’d been A LOT more into it than I thought I would. And, hell, I was practically the Mommy Roleplay QUEEN at work. If you had a Mother kink, and I was available, then lucky you. 

But this… This was on a whole new level. I mean, I’d been teasing Steven for almost a year now. Ever since he’d turned 18 and we’d had a heart to heart about it. But I mean, I never expected him to see me like that. And, yeah, okay. I had definitely fantasized about him jerking off to the thought of me. But there was a big damn difference between finding a hot fantasy to masturbate too, and actually seeing that fantasy play out in front of you! 

Every time I thought about it, I felt myself clench up inside. It was so hot I felt like I needed to be changing my panties every 5 minutes!

And that was how the rest of my day went. My Husband, Steven’s Dad, called to say he would be working late, and so my Son and I tried to play the rest of the day off like everything was totally normal. With the slight exception that he was hard and pressing against his pants, and I kept salivating at the sight of it and pressing my thighs together to keep from getting my damn socks wet! 

An exaggeration, sure. But it seriously didn’t feel like one! 

At dinner that night it was just the two of us, and my throat kept going from so dry I was choking on it, to so overflowing with drool that I desperately wanted him to shove something in my mouth! You know, to help with the drool. 

That night I surprised my Husband with a handjob from “Mommy”, and when he was done, I touched myself until I’d had so many damn orgasms that I completely lost count. And all of that was just the start. 

The whole next week was torture. Steven was locking himself in his room more and more, and I couldn't take my eyes off of him anytime he was near me. It was like every little thing that he did seduced me.  His shirts that were too big practically begged me to slip my hands up under them to feel his skin on my fingertips. His shirts that were too tight kept demanding that I take them off him!

His sweat pants kept making me realize how easy it would be to get my hand in them, or to pull them off of him entirely. And his jeans? 

FUCK!

His jeans had my mouth watering for the body that they so lovingly put on display. And don’t even get me started on his smile. Or that adorably shy look he kept shooting at me! My Son was driving me mad, and I knew that I had to be returning the favor. 

I couldn’t help it! I wanted him so badly. I felt like my temperature was in the deadly zone every time I thought about him. My bra’s all felt too tight and restricting, and wearing anything without a bra had me feeling every brush of fabric against my nipples. I was aching for my own Son, and the ache was constant. I never got a chance to catch my breath except for a few seconds after I’d just just cum. But the relief was fleeting, and soon I found myself desperate for more!

Two weeks after our little privacy fence incident, my Husband came home one night, dead tired on a Friday, and I knew he would sleep soundly through the evening no matter what his Wife got up to. At first, I was just planning on looking up some Mother/Son erotica and taking some time to break out all of my favorite toys and  fuck myself silly while everyone in the house was asleep. But that wasn’t what I wanted and I knew it. I WANTED Steven. And the more I thought about it, the more bold I became. 

Finally, I realized that I had to try. I had to at least make the attempt. I mean, I knew for a fact that my Son had a Mommy kink and that he found me attractive. And, I now knew that he was into me at least enough to have listened on the other side of a privacy fence so he could hear me having sex. So, if he was 1/100th as into the thought of me as I was into him, then he had to be laying in his room aching for his Mommy. And either way, it was past time for me to find out. 

I put on a simple dress. A lovely little summer dress that flared up when I spun. He had seen me in it a hundred times, and that was what made it perfect. I didn’t bother with panties or a bra. I didn’t even bother with shoes. I just wore my dress, my make-up, and a smile. 

I was nervous, but I was also a professional, so I tried to channel that energy, and approach it like I was at work, and I was just “momming it up” to satisfy my clients fantasy. So, that was what I kept telling myself when, after spotting that the light was still on from the hallway, I knocked on my Son’s door at just past midnight. 

My heart was hammering wildly in my chest when he called back to ask who it was. We exchanged some words, but I couldn’t tell you what they were. I slipped into his room, and closed the door behind me. I just kept telling myself to act like I would if I was trying to fulfill a client's Mommy fantasy, and let that guide me though our little exchange.

I commented on his room, reminding him that I’m his Mom. I complimented how he looked, so he could sense my interest. And just like that, I went from standing in the hall, to sitting on the edge of his bed, to gently teasing him about the fact that I knew he didn’t sleep clothed. Which meant that under the covers, at that very moment…

It was too much. I was far too invested in every little word, and I was overreading his body language. So, I finally decided to do what I would have told him to do if he had come to me asking for advice on something similar. I just spat it out!

I asked my Son if he had liked hearing me on the other side of the fence. And it was only when he blushed, looked down and then away, and shifted under the sheets to account for his growing hardness that I felt my confidence start to come back to me. “Honest answers only sweetie” I said. And, to my tremendous relief, he said that he had liked it, and after a beat, he admitted that he had liked it a lot. 

My smile was so genuine, and happy, and relieved at that moment. But the thoughts that followed were positively sinful. So, in the spirit of honesty, I let that show in my smile too. I let Steven know that I had liked doing what he’d heard me doing. That I liked my work, and I had liked my little gangbang at the neighbors house. His reaction was priceless. He was turned on, and right back to being my Son who loved being teased by Mommy. 

But I was done with just teasing. 

“Can I touch you?” I asked. He asked me what I meant. Stammered a bit, and asked for some clarity. But I just leaned towards him, the generous dip in the front of my dress falling his way as I repeated myself in a lower, more sultry tone. “Can. I. Touch you?” 

He started to ask questions again, but I just grinned at him. My expression asking clearly if he really wanted to play that game right now. And, bless him, he read it loud and clear. He stopped mid-question, summoned up his courage, and with a nod he told me, “Yes Mom.” 

So I didn’t hesitate. I slid my hand under the blanket, and along his thigh as he gasped and threw his head back. But I kept going until I had wrapped my hand around his nice, thick, cock, and gripped it firmly. He bucked and moaned, and I moaned right back as I felt his pulse throbbing firmly against my skin. 

I held my hand there, as he thrust, moaned, squirmed, and then gave my hand another thrust. His hips were frantically trying to fuck my hand, and my body responded with warmth and heat that, so far, only I could feel. I licked my lips and let him adjust to the feel of it for a couple of minutes. When he could finally look me in the eye again, I purred out, “Do you want Mommy to stroke it?” 

Another thrust of his hips drew an approving groan of desire from my lips. He struggled with the pleasure for a bit longer, but then he nodded. I demanded clarity though. So I asked him, “Yes Mommy?” And gritting his teeth, he steeled himself and gave me the most delicious eye contact as he affirmed, “Yes Mommy!” 

I began to run my hand slowly up and down the length of him. At first, it overwhelmed him. He bucked, squirmed, moaned, and struggled not to cry out or shoot his load early. But after a few minutes, I knew that he had enough of a grip on it that I could adjust my tactic. I pulled his blanket down, and when his cock was out in the open, I scooted closer, and began to use two hands on him. I cupped and played with his balls as I gently stroked him, gripped him, and told him what a good boy that he was being for his Mother. 

 

I spent time on him. I stroked him until he was ready to burst, and I then I eased off, slowing to a stop as I distracted him by asking if he knew the physical location of the parlor, the place where I worked. After a few minutes of small talk and slowed pace, I winked at him, and reminded him of what his Mother does when she’s at work. 

That little trick worked too well, and he almost came right on the spot! So, I did my best to calm him again. I moved my hands to his chest, and I gently caressed him all over his body. When I was sure that I could touch him again without him immediately cumming, I went back to working him slowly, and ever so gently towards an orgasm. 

When he was close, I slowed again. Then I brought him back, and then I slowed again. I dragged that lovely, blissful agony out for almost an entire hour. But each time I brought him to the edge, I moved both the start line, and the finish line. His normal levels of pleasure were at a point where they most likely out-shined the majority of his orgasms. And I knew when he came that it would be amazing!

Then, right after I’d eased him back down for the 10th or 11th time, he asked me if he should be wearing a condom. I was confused at first. For a handjob? But then I realized he was still thinking about me “at work.” And when I was working, everyone needed protection at every stage. House rules. 

But if that was where his head was… 

“Friends and Family discount sweetie,” I said casually. Not letting on that I was making it up as I went. Naturally he asked me what I meant, and in reply I told him that, “Well, if your Father wanted to hire me, it isn’t like I would charge him full price right?” Steven looked a little confused, but nodded along like I was speaking sense. “So,” I explained to him. “We have a house rule. Family members get special treatment. If a member of my family wants my services for themselves or a friend, then they don’t need a condom, and it only costs…”; I paused for a moment, glancing at his nightstand and spotting a 5 dollar bill sitting there. “...5 bucks.” I was grinning, watching him roll the idea of not needing a condom around in his head. But he caught me a little off guard when he asked me if it was 5 dollars per friend, or 5 dollars for everyone. And then he quickly followed that up with asking if the no condom rule was for friends and family or just the family bits. 

Thankfully, rolling with an evolving fantasy is actually something we study up at the parlor. So, even though I was making it up as I go, and had been a little caught off guard, I just smiled as if I’d heard that question a million times, and told him, confidently, that it was 5 dollars per person. When I went to comment on the condoms, I saw it. That hopeful look when a client is secretly desperate for you to say yes to whatever random thing they just asked. So, I lowered my voice a bit, leaned in close, and assured him that when his Father used the Friends and Family discount, there were no condoms needed. Not by anyone.

His body responded in lovely ways. His groans of pleasure. The way he twisted under my grasp and sucked in his breath through clenched teeth. So, since he was telling me all of his fantasies, whether he meant to or not, I figured I’d be a nice Mommy, and lean into it a bit. 

“It’s a shame you don’t have $5 dollars sweetheart…”, I began. “...I mean, a handjob is lovely and all. But this is just me trying to be a good Mom to my baby boy after accidentally making him hard all day.” 

I could see the hope shining in his eyes as I kept my pace steady, even as his body was begging me for more. There was a silent, hopeful pleading in his expression. I could almost hear his thoughts, as they begged me to “say it”. To say something, anything filthy. To merge the two women that he’d been fantasizing about for a least a year now. Mom the housewife, the woman who loved and cared for him.  And his Mother the Whore, who did all the things that he could possibly fantasize about. 

I gave him eye contact and continued stroking him. I watched that pleasure build in him, higher and higher. Taking him to a limit he’d never experienced before. And, honesty, I was so proud when, before he’d gone too far, he found the courage to say it. 

He looked back at me, and simply said, “I have 5 dollars.” 

I slowed my stroking to nearly a stop as I changed my expression to looking thoughtful. I gave him that mildly perplexed and curious expression as I asked him if that was what he wanted. And he didn’t even pretend to think about it, he just nodded and gave an almost pained, “Yes Mom!” 

Still barely touching him, I asked him if he was sure. He nodded back vigorously. So, I spelled it out. “But sweetie, if you PAY me… That would make me your Whore. Are you sure you want that baby?” My words practically dripped with sex. His eyes were screwed shut as he nodded. 

I shifted on the bed, and positioned myself so that my mouth was hovering over my Son’s cock. “Look at me Steven,” I told him. And when he opened his eyes, he saw his Mother’s red lips just inches from the head of his dick. I let a drop of hot saliva drip from the corner of my mouth and run down the front of his cock, before noisily slurping the rest in and licking my lips. 

Then I asked him, “Are you SURE, you want your Mother to be your good little Whore?” And through gritted teeth and tremendous strain, he half screamed out, “Oh my god, YES Mom!” 

The volume of his outburst made me laugh, and I found myself shushing him as I looked back at the door. “Not so loud baby!” I said, grinning even as I warned him. But, his Father really was a deep sleeper, and with two closed doors and a hallway between us, we would likely be fine even if he got a little loud. 

Circling back to his request though, I told him that, if that was what he wanted, then he needed to keep his eyes open, and locked on to me the whole time. And the moment he looked down into my eyes, and nodded that he understood, I went to town on that beautiful, thick cock of his! 

I kept my gaze on his as I wrapped my lips around him and began to bob my head. I moaned, and stroked, and sucked on him. I slurped, on him as my excess saliva ran down the length of him and the warmth of my spit began to run over his balls. 

And while I was so glad that years of training and experience meant that I could give my Son a blowjob that curled his toes, clenched every muscle in his body, and would leave him fantasizing about my blowjobs for years and years to come; it was all instinct. And it was a damn good thing that it was instinct for me. Because I was lost in it. Lost in the sensation of feeling him thrusting up into my mouth. Moaning in bliss at the knowledge that the cock I kept stuffing down my throat over and over again belonged to my Son. I was high on it. 

 

The way he throbbed, and hardened warned me that he had quickly gone past where I could calm him down again. Even if I just stopped cold, he was still going to cum. He was on that track, and nothing was going to stop it from happening now. And I could not have been happier about it. I looked him in the eyes as I pressed my face into his pelvis and snaked my tongue out to pass over his ball sack. And I was genuinely upset that, all the way, was as deep as I could take him. That making him orgasm and cum down my throat was all the pleasure I could give him. With every moan, and stroke, and pulse of his cock, I wanted more. Needed more!

When he cried out that he was going to cum, I wanted to say something encouraging, to help push him further. But all I could do was scream, and moan, and whimper as I stroked his cock hard and fast. Desperate to get his cum inside of me! 

I swallowed every last drop, and just kept going. I wanted him so badly that my soul ached! 

Thankfully, I managed to stop myself when my Son began saying, “Mom,” over and over again. I had taken him well past his orgasm, and he’d needed me to stop. Or to at least ease off some. 

I pulled him out of my mouth, but I was still beyond words. I couldn’t stop my hand from stroking him, from touching him. But I moved it down, so that I wouldn’t brush against the very sensitive head. 

I gazed up at him from his lap like the cum drunk slut that I was, and I couldn’t stop my voice from wavering just a bit, as I practically begged him with a single word. “More?” 

When he nodded excitedly, and asked, “Can we?”, I could have cried with joy! But I knew that tears would very likely confuse him. So I struggled to get a handle on myself. 

I asked him for just a minute, and I slipped out of his room again. I went down the hall to my room, and then thought better of opening the door and risking waking up my Husband. So, instead I went to the bathroom, and used mouthwash. There, I cleaned my face, and reapplied my lipstick. I took at least 15 minutes. Not because it took that long to wash up, but because I needed to take 15 minutes to calm myself down and get a handle on myself. I could hardly believe how I was acting. How I was feeling! I was a literal professional, but I felt like a newbie discovering their soul-kink for the first time ever! 

When I finally walked back into Steven’s room, I looked as fresh as I had when I’d first walked in earlier that night. Once again, I quietly closed the door behind me. But this time, I didn’t need to pretend that I was there to do anything other than rock his fucking world. So I didn’t. 

I walked straight over to him, and before he could finish his first sentence, a question I think, I had the blankets back, and his cock in my mouth again. We both moaned in unison, and either he was hard again, or he’d never gotten soft, because he started firm, and I had him rock hard in seconds. 

When I finally eased my mouth up off of him, I climbed onto the bed, threw one leg over him, and straddled him in a way that had my pussy lips pressed into his shaft and pinning it to his body. He gritted his teeth and looked up at me with that pained expression of a man who was experiencing so much pleasure that their body didn’t know how to translate it. Then I held out my hand and said, “Money.” 

He bucked up hard enough that I gave a little yelp, and followed it with a longing moan of my own before I caught myself. But I recovered, and just held out my hand again. “I’m waiting young man.” 

He tried to turn to open the drawer on his nightstand and get his wallet it, but I was sitting on him, pinning his cock against my wetness. He eventually gave up on turning that way, and just blindly fumbled with the arm that was on that side. His smile of triumph when he finally got his wallet out of the drawer made me smile. I mean, the poor boy had a 5 just sitting on the other side of the lamp. But I could definitely forgive him not wanting to take his eyes off his Mother in that moment. And, as a bonus, he did have five dollars in his wallet. Although it was all in ones. 

I teased him a bit with, “What, no quarters?” But I also reassured him with my smile that I was only playing. As he dropped his wallet back into the drawer, I saw him fumble with how to give me the money. I nodded along with his dilemma, even saying out loud, “Yeah. No pockets.” But as I waited for him to figure out a solution, I leaned forward. And as he stared down into my cleavage line, I couldn’t help but smile as he asked me, “Can I just… you know.” And he gestured as if he was going to stuff the money in between my big tits. 

And, a man should always treat a woman with respect as the default. I feel like I should say that first. Because, jesus but I liked the sound of that. I mean, yes, I am, technically, a whore. But sometimes, I really, Really, REALLY, liked being treated like one! 

So I hung my big tits right in my own Son’s face and told him, “Just stuff it in there sweetie.” He did too. It took him a second. There was the slightest hesitancy. Part of his brain was still telling him that he wasn’t supposed to touch his Mommy’s breasts, even as another part of him was telling him to fuck the shit out of me. But after a few attempts, he realized he basically had to shove his whole hand down my cleavage line in order to get the bills to follow deep enough to stay put. 

What came next was difficult for me. Not because I didn’t want my Son’s cock in me. I really, REALLY did. But because I was so turned on, and so much kinkier than he was. Because I wanted him to bend me over his homework desk, and hammer my cunt relentlessly, while I told him what a dirty fucking whore his Mother is. 

But, this was his first time, and as badly as I wanted to go crazy on him, I needed to focus. So I took a deep breathe, and I asked him if he was ready. When he gave me a nervous yes, I lifted my hips I reached down in between us, and gently guided the head of his cock to my entrance.

Now, normally, there is a moment, right at the start of sex, when I need to be opened up with a back and forth that takes a few minutes. But, I think I was the wettest I’d ever been in my life at that moment. And my Son slid into me and opened me up as easily as if we’d both been absolutely soaked in lube. 

I felt that raw cock slip into me and stretch me, and I moaned at the intensity of it. And then I moaned more! For several minutes, he just sat inside of me, as we both moaned and cried out about how good it felt. Every second that he was in me I felt his girth throbbing right up against my walls and it was one of the most intense pleasures that I have ever experienced. Each new breath, each moment, brought a new wave of intense sensation. It was like I kept tightening down on him, only to have him swell up and spread me open again. 

It took all of my willpower not to cum on him as we just sat there and endured the intense pleasure of him simply being inside of me. When I could finally breathe and talk again, I was happy to see that he was feeling everything just as intensely as I was.  From there, we took it slow. I rolled my hips just a bit, easing him out and then back in. Only the barest amount, and even that was overwhelming!

We moved like that for what had to be at least 30 minutes. Just the most intense, and overwhelming sensations flooding through both of us as we gently made love in a way that put every rough fuck I’d ever had to absolute shame. Eventually, his hands on my thighs, under the hem of my dress, he told me that he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. 

So, I braced myself, and began to ride him. Smooth and steady. Over and over. Deeper and deeper. The whole time I kept whimpering and moaning and telling him how good it felt. How good he was making his Mother feel! But eventually, I could tell that he couldn’t last any longer. And I wasn’t sure that I could move any faster than I was already going. It was too intense! So instead I quickly pulled my dress over my head and let the money he’d stuffed in between my tits fall down around us. I grabbed his hands and placed them firmly on my tits, which made him buck up into me hard. I cried out so loudly that I thought I might have woken up my Husband down the hallway. Even with the minor sound proofing that we’d installed around our bedroom. 

Then Steven began thrusting up into me. Harder and faster than before, and I knew he was seconds from spilling over that edge. So I matched his rhythm, and rode him back. And when he told me that he was going to cum, I smiled down at him and told him, “Do it baby. Cum inside me. Cum inside Mommy!” 

 

We both screamed, and cried out as we came. It washed over me in waves, one orgasm after another as the feeling of my Son’s hot cum flooded and filled me. I didn’t care if my Husband heard us, because I couldn’t care. I was too lost in that feeling. 

Our orgasms felt like they took 10 minutes or more before we finally collapsed onto one another. When I finally collected myself several minutes later, I made a point of gathering up my 5 dollars. As I did, my Son gave my ass a smack that made me laugh out loud. The little surprise smack filled me with genuine joy at his playfulness. 

I didn’t tell him the truth, that I’d just had one of, if not THE, single greatest sexual experience of my life! But I did tell him that he did great. 

Then, just as I was picking up my dress and getting ready to leave and sneak back down the hall to my marital bed, my Son said something that shocked me. 

He asked me if the Friends and Family discount applied to his friends too. I stood there, gaping for a minute. But eventually, I nodded, like the answer was obvious. “Yeah. Yeah, of course it would sweetie. Er, does. Why do you ask baby?” And, when he answered, he said that he thought he would kind of like to see me that way.

I almost fell to the ground with how weak my knees went at his confession. And just like that, it turned out that my Son already had a new fantasy he wanted to play out. And, yeah. So did I.

 

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