“I can’t believe you just asked me that!”

“Why? I'm concerned for you.”

“Because it's none of your damn business what I do with—I'm the parent here!”

“Sure, and I’m the loving and concerned son who wants to know if his mom is being safe when she is out cuckolding his father!”

Maureen was dumbstruck. She stepped back from him, almost falling off her CFM heels.

He smiled with a touch of arrogance. “Yeah, I know what it is. I looked it up.”

“Caleb, I don’t know what…”

Caleb shrugged his shoulders and sat back down to finish his bowl of ice cream. His voice remained calm and unnervingly so. “I want you to be safe. I won’t judge what you and Dad have. So, does he always know where you are going?”

Maureen was trying to form words to respond to her twenty-two-year-old Masters-bound son. Nothing was making sense. Had he heard them talking during a post-date? Worse, had he seen her on a date? How had he found out? That actually sounded like a good place to start.

Her voice held caution and some residual anger at his boldness. “How did you find out?”

“I’ll tell you, but please answer the question.”

She looked down, tossed her clutch on the table, and sighed. “Yes, he always knows where I am going.”

Caleb nodded. “Just not always who you are with and how you are going to fuck?”

“Caleb James Wharton, that is enough! I will not reveal the details of--”

“Mom…you are standing in front of your own son at one twenty-three AM barely wearing a black dress, with smeared eye makeup, and dried cum on your earring. You look like a whore.”

She had no idea where it came from, but it welled up and burst out. “Fuck you!” She instantly regretted it and turned away to stifle a cry.

Caleb grimaced. “Okay, sorry. That was mean. I mean, I’ve known for a while, but I haven’t said anything until now and it came out harsher than I— sorry. Here, sit.”

He stood and pulled out a kitchen chair, and she slumped into it and proceeded to pull off and then drop the heels that Alan bought her to wear on all of her dates. She wondered if her son knew that his father chose the outfits she would wear out to fuck other men. Maybe they should have taken a break from the lifestyle while their son was home for three weeks before moving to Colorado.

She reached over and confiscated the bowl of mint chip and took a few spoonfuls.

“Um,  that’s my…"

Her mom-look caused him to put up surrender hands. "...okay..."

She licked the spoon. “Ten years.”

“Huh?”

“That’s how long we have been doing this. The cuckold life.” She removed her earrings and noted there was indeed some of Jerry's cum on one. She was tempted to lick it off. She opted to lay them on the lazy Susan.

Caleb relaxed a little and let out a breath. At least he was reassured that he was not the product of an anonymous hotel fuck. “I just wanted to confirm that Dad knows and make sure you were safe. I don’t want the details.”

“The tent in your sleep shorts says different.” He looked down, and rather than be embarrassed, he shrugged and took back the ice cream.

“Your body is hot, Mom. I have thought so since I first liked looking at girls. And it’s 'differently'.”

She unzipped the tight blue mini dress and her lungs relaxed in a hissing breath. Her boyfriend for tonight, Jerry, liked it on her when she was blowing him, but it was very restricting. She took back the bowl. “No, it’s not, college boy. The shorts are saying something different than ‘I don’t want details.' If it was differently it would refer to how the shorts are speaking, the verb, not what they are saying. And right now, they are saying ‘Shit, your hot mom just unzipped her dress.’”

She wasn’t sure whether this new honesty was going to be a good thing for the family, including Caleb’s twin sister. Maureen was sure her handsome son wanted to fuck her. She’d known for years, mothers always do. She fondly recalled getting a secret thrill when she was with that twenty-one-year-old tennis kid who looked like her son. She had him call her “Mommy” and it really got her off hard. But to have actual son sex be a possibility? She had to tread lightly.

The sounds of the spoon on the bowl accompanied the heartbeat in Caleb's ears.

“That is a really bad idea.” He got up, his erection pointing straight out, wet-tipped and large. She watched it sway as he opened the freezer, dropped another scoop in the bowl, then put the carton back. He set it in front of her, his eyes savoring her smooth thighs.

“Thank you, baby.” He thought that was for the ice cream. She meant it for his optical admiration. “What exactly is a bad idea?”

He sat and growled slightly. “You know what I mean. You and me having sex, like I’m one of your X-number of booty calls.”

“Huh, so not 'a hard no', but just a bad idea." He looked at her with irritation at the clarification but did not argue the point.

Maureen purposefully and slowly moved her finger along the rim of the bowl. "I am surprised you are so calm. My cuckold husband and I had talked about this moment so many times: what we would say, what you would say.”

He shifted his hips. “Since I came home, I have been observing. You guys are shit at secrets, but Dad seemed okay with the arrangement.”

“That’s…healthy, I suppose. I think Rebekah would – “

“Oh, Fuck no! She would blow a frontal lobe!”

They both laughed at Caleb’s sister’s probable reaction.

Maureen was so relieved to have it out and was aroused to share the salacious details. She continued. Quietly, intimately. “We call them dates. And they are boyfriends; that’s the way Dad likes to talk about it.” She relaxed and the dress slid forward awarding him with a nearly full view of the black lacy bra holding in her MILF sized E cup boobs. He salivated, and his tent flexed.

She smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to know how many?”

"Not especially..." Again, not a no.

She shrugged then licked the spoon. She held it out for him but far enough away that he had to lean, which strategically got him closer to her face.

He shook his head and snatched it from her. “You’re enjoying this.”

She shamelessly ran a manicured index finger along her left boob, just tucking in past the lacy edge. “Maybe I am.”  He rolled his eyes and grunted again. She leaned in. “But so,” she put a hand on his and he didn’t flinch, “are you.”

He was keenly aware of mint, his own sweat, his mom’s perfume (Eve’s Saint something) and the distinct smell of sex. The blend of man and woman after – “Fuck me!” He pulled back and shook his head to clear it.

“Twenty total. Three currently.”

“Okay, wow –"

"Sometimes more than one in a given night."

"I need to -.” He took a deep breath. “I thought I was, I mean, I am okay with--I will have to talk to Dad and-.”

He made to rise, and she grabbed his wrist.

“Sit down, Caleb. Please.”

He did. She stood. The dress dropped to the floor in a pile. She spread her feet apart and took in a breath and hummed. "Mmmmuch better." She was now in just her bra and a black thong that had clearly not been designed to be absorbent.

"What're you...?"

She stepped to him and put her hands on his shoulders and straddled him. His hard cock made direct contact with her marathon-trained vulva and they both gasped. She closed her eyes and ground. He pushed up, feeling her wetness through his shorts. He gurgled confusion yet slowly ran his hands down her ribcage to her waist. When he slid around to her naked ass cheeks she shook with a pre-tremor.

“Mom…” It was not concern nor fear. It was a plea.

“Yes, baby boy. Even after five of them tonight, I want you to fuck your Mommy!” She swished her long dark hair across his face.

“But that would be...fuck... wrong. I can’t…”

She had removed her bra and put her marked left breast in his face. His lips opened and for the first time in twenty years, he nursed on his mother.

Maureen tossed her head back and sighed. “Yesss…”

Caleb the son was gone. Caleb the lover was on a mission. Without detaching from her rubbery fat nipple, her lifted enough to pull his shorts lower and release his erection.

Maureen’s right hand held his head to her breast whilst her left reached between and slipped him past her thong and into her pulsing pussy.

“Fuck!” they gasped in unison as he slid straight up and in.

No turning back, the two began a familiar dance for them both, just new, unconventional partners. She lifted and rotated. He pulled down and thrust up. They were in perfect synchronization. She was panting so heavily at the sensations capped off with the shock that she could go again after what Jerry had put her through.

“Oh baby! You are so hard for Mommy! Fuck me, Caleb!”

She was so full of cum; so nasty.... and he loved it. He only grunted again as he was now devouring her right boob. He was quite talented and could pleasingly torment a lover’s nipple with his tongue. This, however, was pure incestual suck need. He pulled off as she clenched her muscles on him.

“Oh Mom! Jeezus!”

He knew he had wanted this; he just never imagined he would ever get it. His mother’s body was made for sex. She was incredible and her skills were remarkable. The way she was clamping his cock and grinding he would not last long.

His voice was a low growl. “Ungh! Mom, I am close.”

“Let it go, my boy. Fill me up.” She was close herself. She ground forward and her clit ignited one more time. Her orgasm hit like a truck. Perhaps it was the exhaustion meeting the adrenaline. Or the taboo blowing her mind. Regardless, it sent her to an uncontrollable physical release. She shook and spasmed, her vision whitened, and she screamed, “CAY-LEHB! Fuuuuck!”

He grabbed her in a bear hug. He stiffened and growled out a primal call and let loose with a huge eruption up into his mother, blasting her cervix. It shook him but he held his mother close, so she didn’t fall off. His mouth found hers and they locked together as they both cried out in symbiotic ecstasy.

The ringing in the ears and the quivering muscles had nearly taken out the fifty-year-old sexual adventurer mother of twins. She smiled as her son lazily rolled his hips trying to extend the feelings as he made oral love to her breasts.

He opened his eyes and was just about to help her off when he got the third shock of the night.

“DAD! Fuck!” His father stood in the doorway in nothing but a pair of his mom’s underwear looking completely baffled.

Caleb was trying to lift his mother off him, but she was resisting with every ounce of energy she had left.

“Caleb, stop. It’s okay.” He looked to her, then to him, and then back to her. His face showed confusion battling with fear.

His mother spoke to her husband, Caleb’s dad, Alan.

“I had a great night with Jerry. He loved the new dress. He wants next Tuesday. An overnight. Put it on the calendar.”

Alan Wharton was still in shock. His own son was fucking his wife who had just been with one of her boyfriends. This was not how this was supposed to go.

“Maureen, what, what is--?”

“You know how much I hate to repeat myself. Do as you are told. Calendar. Now!”

Alan nodded and headed for the wall calendar. Behind it was a poster with a grid and red letters on several dates. Alan was writing on what was obviously next Tuesday.

Maureen smiled and kissed her shocked son once more.

“Are all of those your dates?"

"Mostly, yes."

"And Dad coordinates them?”

Maureen nodded and said, “Mmhm. He loves it. Don’t you, Cucky?” No response. “Answer me.”

“Yes, yes, Miss. I do…”

Caleb’s father was almost unrecognizable. The panties were one thing, but his subservient demeanor was disturbing. And his cock was wetting the panties!

Maureen lifted up and cum plopped out of her vagina and onto the floor. Despite being relatively fit, she winced as she tried to stand upright again, her muscles feeling the last six hours.

“Clean up. Now.”

Alan didn’t hesitate. He rushed over and dropped to the floor and began licking up his own son’s ejaculate (and more than likely, a good deal of his boss, Jerry’s).

“Good cuck. Now the source. And go easy! I am quite sore. Your son is very big.” She winked at Caleb as she brought her cuckold husband’s mouth to her aching cunt.

She moaned with a strange satisfaction. This was a common ritual for them and usually preceded a reclaiming the next morning. But now? It suddenly blossomed into a new, more excitingly taboo sensation.

For Caleb, watching his father in this moment was surprisingly arousing. He stood up in an attempt to settle his head.

Maureen looked at her son surveying the calendar in disbelief, even after the events of the last half an hour.

“Trust me, Daddy loves it.” She patted her cuck hubby on the head.

Alan moaned and increased his vigor.

“Don’t worry, Baby, we can cancel a few of those to fit you in the rotation.”

Caleb took a moment. His father’s groans were louder as his mom pushed harder onto the face pleasing her and shook with one last orgasm.

“Nnnnghh…oommm…”

Alan fell back, panting and pink-faced.

He looked up at his son. "I shall add you in. Sir.”

"See!" She stepped to her son who was now smiling and shaking his head in disbelief. "Now, you get to sleep with Mommy tonight." She kissed him with loud wet tongue. Alan bristled, Caleb moaned. "Cucky can have your room." She turned and strutted out. "I need a shower! I smell like fuck."

Alan waited a moment, then rose and began to collect her tossed outfit as if it was the most natural behavior.

Caleb had a sudden rush of arrogance and confidence. He was taking his hot, sexy mom from his dad. And he loved it.

"Come on, lover boy," she called from the stairs. "Mommy needs her back washed."

Caleb's dad half-smiled and nodded toward the voice. "She doesn't like to repeat herself."

Caleb patted his dad on the shoulder. "Thanks, Dad." He handed his father his stained shorts and headed out of the kitchen.

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