The hours after what would be a defining moment in their once 'normal' relationship could be described as the calm after the sexual storm. With a new glow to her heart, let alone her body, Anna soaked up the loving looks between Harrison and Claire and theirs with her. There was a muted energy to the rest of the morning, that was for sure, as each began their individual days and certainly their united exertions, and the intense passions uncaged had drained each of the trio, but for Anna, it was also a sense of nervous quietness that wrapped her thoughts and emotions to shadow the joy she was embracing. Whether it was the same for her son and his girlfriend, she could not tell, as both went about their day as would be expected on any other given morning. Neither was particularly lively, but the chat and fun between boyfriend and girlfriend was expectedly animated, and both were readily including Anna in their day, even if sexual informality seemed to be on the back burner.
This made Anna wonder, as she soaked in a luxurious bath in the now empty house with the younger pair having gone out to explore local shops, did they regret what happened? Neither seemed to carry obvious doubts, so she thought not, and as for herself, maybe a sense of ruefulness was creeping in regarding her son, yet she felt no real guilt over what happened that morning, though maybe that too was slightly coloured by the twinge that shot through her when thoughts detoured to Piotr, her loving partner. That shadow was chased away as quickly as it came, as she was sure he would have, if maybe not wholly approved, certainly understood the moment that led to her embracing her son's lust and her now bubbling hunger for it again. After all, in one of those times when their lovemaking stemmed from sharing stories and possibilities together, he had taken her to a similarly incestuous place.
In what started as a fun tease, he set the scenario with his words where Harrison was struggling to get a full erection before his naked girlfriend and Piotr asked Anna if, in that situation, she would have helped. Without thinking, she swiftly answered with a yes, though it came from the fun of their often silly starts to what would become more lustful suggestiveness.
Would she have exposed her body to her son to help his urges to surge forth? That question had Anna thinking with a little more intensity, but the answer was the same, even as Piotr added the revealing of her breasts, bum, and pussy to her firstborn.
Would she have taken his penis in her hand to bring it to life? That required more thought as a prism of illicit possibility glinted in her musing, but again came an affirmative that was no doubt being greased into play by the sexual flush now taking her body, an eruption that became a heatwave once the question of taking her boy's growing love stick in her mouth was added to the equation. There was no doubt that Piotr's fingers playing with her clitoris as he set those daring conundrums also urged her positive responses and the rising lust within her that led to a bed shaking tempest of salacious needs between them. What normally might be a mutual masturbation moment had erupted into a primal union, all stemming from the first incestuous premise they had ever shared.
She also admitted to herself, as her thoughts travelled back and forth, that this morning had brought that same animal-esque urge, and now, as water warmly hugged her blooming body, her fingers explored in response to her thoughts. The oils in the bath made her skin glisten, and her boobs especially took on an almost ethereal glow, especially once she looked back on her son's hunger for them a mere hour or so earlier. She closed her eyes as she lay back against the bath's end, replicating Harrison's eager squeezes on her breasts with her own hands as she played back the moment. Just as quickly, one of her hands slid down to her pussy as she recalled Claire's lustful attention to her erotic rose. It did not take long for a surging orgasm to drive through her, Anna's fingers rapidly and eagerly playing with both spots until the dam broke and she cried out in ecstasy, the waves of exaltation sweeping through her vagina almost making her slip under the water, such was its powerful appetite.
The rest of the day was joyful and highlighted by the youngsters returning home with a lunch of sushi, a gourmet salad, and indulgent ice cream. All three sat around the table laughing and teasing each other like they normally did as they ate. Again, no sexual intent joined the table, though Claire once or twice did place her hand on Anna's with a squeeze and a wink of the eye to seemingly reassure the older woman, like the youngster knew the varied shades of feelings within Anna. Enjoying a restful afternoon, the trio settled down to watch a DVD. It was one that Claire had especially chosen called 'Secretary'. With Maggie Gyllenhaal and James Spader on the screen before them, Anna found herself on the sofa comfortably nestled between Harrison and Claire.
Though not a new film, Anna had never seen or heard of it, but soon found herself transfixed as it expanded its BDSM exploration within dark comedy-drama. She was not only glued to the screen but soon found her body responding to certain moments, especially the scenes of spanking and submissive behaviour, but equally, the film's whole premise was evoking the lubrication building between her legs. She was not sure why it was seriously turning her on as she and Piotr had never explored sadomasochistic sexual tendencies even in their storytelling. Yes, she enjoyed a casual smack on her lower cheeks in the heat of the moment and loved being bent over something to be fondled or fucked by Piotr from behind, but that was a far cry from the bondage and discipline-bred fantasy in her head right now, one beginning to go beyond the film's enlightening representation.
So taken with the screen, she did not notice Claire watching her. The girl had certainly noticed Anna's reaction to the film and every time its female lead was enjoying sexually charged chastisement. Nor did Anna realise that the girl was watching the older woman's hand gently playing with her own breast through the summer dress she was wearing and as keenly noticing Anna's repetitive squeezing together and spreading of her thighs. With a mischievous grin, Claire drew her boyfriend's attention to his mother's playing, both sharing a knowing moment with their eyes of what was going to happen.
Anna soon found her son wrapping his arm around her, pulling her into his body like a lover. There was nothing more to his demand other than just holding his mum, who sank into his body with instinctive ease as her eyes stayed focused on the TV. Claire, though, had other ideas. As Harrison's hand gently caressed Anna's neck and squeezed her shoulder, the girl added her own romantic strokes to the older woman's arm. It felt nice, but with her body already alive, it barely inflamed the smouldering sexual heat within Anna, a furnace especially starting to burn between her thighs.
It was a perfect storm in the making, one that erupted the moment she turned to Harrison to share a smile, showing that she was enjoying his hold of her. Maybe it was a move also bearing the hope of something more from him, and she was not disappointed as he bent forward and placed his lips upon hers. As if the clock had been turned back to the morning, lust swept through Anna and her tongue thrust into her boy's mouth, he swiftly reacting in kind. Both let their mouths duel as their lips made love, Anna soon sucking on her son's invasive oral muscle as he pulled her even closer to him.
Meanwhile, the caresses of a grinning Claire became more daring, the girl quickly moving down to Anna's leg and pulling up the hem of her summer dress. Claire knew it was all going according to plan, her thoughts smiling as broadly as her mouth as she slid her hand up Anna's inner thigh.
From the moment they all parted that morning, she had only thought about the next time and how to bypass any reservations her older lover may have had. Her mild flirtation during the day was to keep Anna well within the fringes of the licentious beauty of that morning, but it was also an instinctive response to the elegance of the sexy older woman in that figure-hugging dress.
The material lovingly wrapped around every curve of Anna's body, accentuating her womanly wiles, and it had taken all of Claire's willpower to keep her hands off the woman, instead using her boyfriend to relieve her frustrations by working on his rod as if it were his mother's clit. Now, though, she was free to feed her wanton desires and soon had her hands at the gusset of Anna's panties, a touch that had the older woman groaning, though the sound was lost in the lechery of her son's mouth on hers.
"God, you are so excited, Mummy," Claire gasped. It was the first time she had called Anna that, an instinctive naming that surprised the girl as much as it did her new 'mother'. Anna's reactive growl to being called that also surprised her too; indeed, both women, who were only fuelled by another surge of lust through both.
"Your knickers are soaking, Mummy," she added as she pulled them down Anna's legs, removing them to squeeze the juices out of them into her own waiting mouth. Anna had broken away from her boy's hungry attention to watch as she felt her panties being removed and helplessly groaned again as she watched Claire drink from and then suck on her sodden underwear.
"Wow!" the girl sighed as she finished drinking, "I have never been so wet like that. I wonder what turned your tap. Was it the thought of being the woman spanked or the one doing the spanking?"
Claire had hoped the film would have Anna feeling horny, but she never expected it to such a degree, and it majorly excited her. Her plaything never answered, just blushed with another groan escaping her lips as the youngster turned to her boyfriend and said, "Help me with her dress."
The girl pulled at the hem of the garment again, drawing it over Anna's hips as the woman raised them to help. Once it inched beyond her waist, Harrison took over, sliding the dress up his mother's body and over her head, all the while taking in her craving-inspiring form. Anna hadn't bothered with a bra that day, maybe to tease her son, she had wondered when making the decision, and she was now very glad, as once the dress was tossed to the floor, he instantly took the nearest one in his hand, sucking on its already proud nipple with his hungry mouth. Simultaneously, Claire was between Anna's legs and lapping at the waterfall between them, her pussy flowing with her juices like never before.
With her hands, Anna firmly held the youngsters' heads at their relative places, only allowing her son to move to her other tit. She soon found that she could not help squirming under Claire's insatiable attention and gave a deep, disappointed moan when the younger woman pulled away to say, "Time to find out what has turned you on so much, I think."
Anxiousness merged with excitement within Anna, while the latter surge certainly lit up and drove Harrison to stand up and help Claire pull his mother to her feet, the film having given a great itch to his lust too. With his mother before him, the boy grabbed her gently but firmly from behind as his girlfriend made a space at the dining table behind the sofa they had just shared. His hands moved all over his mum's body as again she sank back into him, and as they watched the girl in anticipation, she felt the hardness in his shorts slip between her arse cheeks with only the material preventing another intrusion.
Seconds later, Claire led Anna to the table's edge and, with Harrison by her side, the pair bent the woman over its hard surface. Instinctively, or was it in anticipation, Anna spread her legs a little while enjoying the cold touch of the table's surface against her tits. Barely a breath or two passed before she flinched as a hand firmly slapped her bum. It was not a hard strike, but it was enough to make her cheek quiver and to draw an excited gasp from her, one enhanced by the bold sound of a hand again hitting flesh. Another and slightly harder smack brought an even keener groan, the wanton contact accompanied by the words, "I think we know the answer to your mother's horniness now."
It was instantly followed by another hungrier slap that stung Anna's flesh, but one immediately followed by the gliding caress of a lover's kiss, Claire bending down to soothe the growing redness on Anna's skin. At the same time, she pushed her hand between the woman's legs and started playing with Anna's button, flicking and squeezing its growing length as a new hand struck her cheek.
It was Harrison's turn now, and naturally, it came with greater force upon the woman, but only giving greater pleasure reinforced by Claire's work on her inflamed bean, a union of sensations bringing louder and louder cries of "Yes!" from Anna, followed by "Make Mummy squeal, baby girl."
"Yes, Mummy," came the reply, followed by "Now, baby, I think she is ready!" At Claire's words, Harrison, who had stripped naked when she first shared her disciplinary incitement with his mother, slid his rampant cock between his mum's cheeks. Feeling her son's hands firmly grip her hips alone sent a voracious tingle through her body, and once he seized her rump and pushed her cheeks together to hold his dick, a tide of lust swamped her body.
For what felt like a very long minute, he merely rubbed his length against her muff, taking in her starfish at the end of each carnal caress for a teasing that felt like torture to her longing for more, even as her ingenue lover sucked on her clit.
"Please, fuck me, you motherfucker, baby, please!" burst from Anna's mouth in frustration, words she would never have expected to use before her children but urgently offered now. It was a command quickly answered by her son when he pushed his cockhead between his mother's hungry vagina lips. Without hesitancy, he was deep inside her body and in no mood to go slowly. With every ardent thrust came a goatish slap on her bum too, the sting only adding to the greed for the legality-debasing plunging of her son.
Claire was just as lecherously excited at the sight of her boyfriend pounding his mother, a vision bringing even greater avidity to a wantonness that was echoed in her question of her slutty mama, "Does it feel good, Mummy?" Do you like being helplessly bent over to be incestously fucked by your son?"
"God, yes!!" came the reply. Just hearing the word "incest" tipped Anna over the edge into a disorienting orgasm. It was already building to tempest proportions courtesy of the pussy-filling intrusion of her boy's member, but the girl's words triggered a storm within her. They were words that also had the same effect on Claire, feeding her own impatient needs and inciting her to climb up on the table to sit before Anna, legs wide apart.
Sliding up close to her new mummy, she thrust her groin into Anna's face, an invitation that the woman immediately accepted with a longing tongue and a need to taste her 'daughter'. Not that she had a choice, as every thrust into her tunnel from her boy shoved her deeper into Claire's honey-pot, the younger woman holding her lover's head in place to drink from and pleasure her snatch. The youngster's kitty smelt and tasted divine; her elder had gleefully admitted that to herself earlier that day, but now it seemed to have an aroma that drove Anna to greater urgency in lapping up her flavouring, her tongue licking every fold and cavity available between the girl's legs.
"That is so hot," were the first real words Harrison had shared apart from his sexual grunting from the moment he shared his mouth with his mother before things escalated, "don't stop, it's so beautiful, so sexy." Anna did not need to hear his words to know how he was reacting to the view, the violent lust to his fucking of her body, and the new growth of his joystick within her sex box, telling all, and it only gave greater salaciousness to her eating of their girl.
As she drank from the young peach and devoured her pulsating clit with her own pussy relentlessly flowing with lust juices to present her son with no resistance to overcome, his cry of "I'm going to cum" spurred her on to eat with greater greed the young cunt before her and to push herself back to meet her boy's feral thrusts. The orgasmic cries now flooding from Claire's throat only escalated the salacious appetites and urgency of all.
"Yes, I am cumming for you too, Mummy," the girl cried as she thrust her thighs together to trap Anna's lapping. And cum she did, flooding the woman's face with her sex milk, a sight that soon had Harrison roaring, "Fuck! Me too!"
Managing to pull away from her young, nubile 'daughter', Anna found her own boisterous voice to urge her son, "Yes, fill my cunt, my lovely motherfucker, swamp my baby-making chamber with your seed!" Her childbearing days were far...
