“I can’t believe it!”

Caleb was panting, lying in his parents’ bed. His mother, Maureen, was panting as well, her well-fucked vagina gaping and gushing a generous third expulsion from her son’s amazing appendage.

“What, fucked three times and it’s not even 9 AM?”

Caleb sat up on an elbow. “You know what I mean, Mom.”

She smiled with her eyes closed, lying in the glorious afterglow of a series of connected orgasms that didn’t need counting, even if it were possible.

“You mean fucking while your father’s in the house? My darling boy, it’s been two weeks. If it was a problem, it would’ve been a problem.”

She opened her eyes and caressed his handsome face. “At least now we’re going every other day instead of every night. Isn’t that an improvement?” He rolled his eyes and shook his head, looking away.

Maureen knew she had to be a tad bit serious even in this most ridiculous situation. She placed the flat of her palm on his incredibly tight abdomen, just below his rib cage. She felt him breathing, his heartbeat slowing. “I know you are still trying to come to terms with our marriage and our cuckold lifestyle. And you are getting better. But this is what your father craves. We have regular check-ins, and I hesitate to tell you this, but…”

Caleb looked concerned. “What?”

“He says the orgasms he has after you and I have fucked are the best than after any of my other fuck partners.”

“Jeezus…”

“Precisely. And if you pardon me, fucking you is a spiritual experience.”

Caleb chuffed and began to get out of the bed. “Okay, Mom, even for you that was lame AF. I need a shower. I have to get over to the rental place by 10:30, or they told me they’ll give the truck I want to somebody else.”

Maureen sighed and lay back on her pillow, or was it her husband’s? As wild as last night and this morning were, there’s no telling where things ended up. What she knew for sure is that the melancholy flutter in her heart was beginning to become a nuisance. She had hoped her orgasmic aura would have kicked out the door by now. She knew she would miss her son when he moved away for grad school. But since they became lovers, that blue ellipse had grown into a question mark.

Would he cope without her?

Would she without him?

She lay in rumination, running her finger over her sore, large MILF tit, thinking of her plans for the weekend. Wondering if they would fill the expected void.

She had two different dates set up. One was a regular, Hal, she had been fucking for five years. The other was a newer gentleman, Terrence, that she had only seen twice. She had purposely had her cuck schedule these two for the weekend after Caleb's departure, anticipating the exact emotional state she was pretending not to be stuck in.

She let out a wet puff of air thinking of the open house she had from 10:30 until 6:00 at the West Porter property. She had better get moving herself.

The water stopped in the shower, and she lamented not getting in there with her son. As it was, she could still see him drying off before she herself stepped in. She smirked in delight, suddenly feeling more energy. How was the anticipation of seeing his gorgeous body naked getting her horny again after all of the sex they had last night and this morning?

She kissed her son and smacked his tight, wet ass. She thought about the update that she was going to give her real estate partner, best friend, and fellow lifestyle enthusiast, Greta.

“For a mom, you can be a brat,” he said as he headed for his own room to dress.

“For a fuck, you can be mind-blowing,” she called after him.

“Jeezus!” She heard him laugh down the hall.

“Spiritual!” she shouted.

The water felt great on mildly sore large nipples. Her son was really fascinated with her boobs and left a handful of love marks. A couple made her wince but also made her pussy flutter in memory of the earning.

All dressed and styled, she strolled into the kitchen, putting on her earrings. Her sharp, black and avocado dress looked great with her cropped blazer. Practical heels today, nobody to potentially fuck at this meeting.

“Morning, Babe,” she said to her husband, Alan, as she bent to give him a kiss. He smiled up from his yogurt and granola at her impressive cleavage

“Morning. You two were…energetic.”

Maureen was pouring herself some coffee and putting an English muffin into the toaster. “Oh no, did we wake you? Perfect. Want to remind you what a real man fucking sounds like.”

Alan tipped his head slightly, his face warming. The humiliation was exactly what his cock craved. It danced inside his tight pants. Hopefully she would relieve his pressure soon. But if she didn’t, all the better.

“I need to discuss something with you, please,” he said, as she sat down, spreading preserves over her muffin. “In…in the past, when you have had your dates, you know I fully supported — fuck, you know I loved it. But you rarely brought them home. This is now the twelfth time you’ve had sex with our son in our house.”

Maureen raised an eyebrow. “Glad you are keeping count. That’s your job, correct?”

Alan shook his head slightly. “Yes, of course. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. I’m just really struggling, physically.” He was almost down to a whisper with a touch of desperation. “More than usual.”

Maureen laughed and took his hand and kissed the palm. He loved that. “We haven’t had sex in seven days, right?” she asked.

His hopeful eyes widened.

She took a bite of her muffin and a sip of coffee. The delay to her next statement was agonizing. It made him hard. It made her nipples tingle.

She felt for him, of course. She loved him. More than anyone else in the world. That is why she continued to keep control over what he calls ‘the greatest period of our lives together thus far’.

“We will talk about it when it reaches ten.” He sagged. She loved the sag. “But you can jerk off if you need to. Just make sure you take a picture when you’re done.” That got him! He moaned and gripped the table. His spent-dick pics were so humiliating. She loved them.

They finished up eating with discussions of their jobs and other mundanity.

His dick was screaming as she squeezed it good-bye.

She arrived at the property with only five minutes to spare. Greta was there arranging gourmet cookies and coffees in the kitchen. Her short and busty body was squeezed into a beige suit with a jacket. She looked professionally common.

“Hey, Grets! Sorry I’m late!”

“More Sonny-boy frolicking?” Greta chastised as she arranged napkins. She smirked because she knew the answer already.

“That man! Whoo! I may need a nap later.”

“Huh, good for you. Just don’t let your fucking fuck up our business. Speaking of, Hal said he may be late on Saturday. Wanted you to know.” Her head dropped along with her volume. Not in defeat, just surrender. “But of course, he wanted me to tell you.”

Maureen got a bit of a shiver through her body. She and Hal had been fucking for five years. Greta was her best friend, but she was also a cuckquean. Just like her own husband, Alan, the humility of knowing a spouse was having great sex, no, better sex with another person was something Greta needed for survival.

Maureen stood behind Greta. Close enough to whisper. She reached around her short, plain friend and helped arrange. “I like your husband late and eager. He fucks harder like that.”

Like Alan earlier, Greta gripped the island countertop to quell arousal. She breathed deeply, then choked out, “I am glad he has found a pussy that can satisfy him.”

Maureen’s whisper was dripping. “Believe me, my friend, so am I.”

The rest of the day was very simple and relatively normal. Clients came and went; potential buyers hesitated. In the doldrums after 2:00, Maureen did manage a quick nap on one of the beds upstairs. Then around three o’clock, Greta sealed the deal with a younger couple with two children. She was really good at this job. Her sales were always better than Maureen’s, and Maureen’s were exceptional.

Feeling like she was less than her friend in the bedroom made Greta work that much harder in business.

As they cleaned up and ended their day, their conversation was bubbly and friendly. The way it had been for over 20 years.

Maureen was truly complimentary to Greta, and it made her look to the other side of their relationship.

“You still with us, cuckquean?” was a question that Maureen asked about once a week.

Greta smiled and hugged her taller, sexier partner. “This lifestyle changed me forever. And I can’t thank you enough. You know how dull everything was for me and Hal before we had that talk. I’m not just with you; I’m your biggest fan.” To demonstrate, she kissed her friend, softly, sisterly; and the two headed out.

That night at dinner, mother, father, and son behaved as if everything was typically suburban American. Both parents quizzed Caleb on his packing, helping him go through mental checklists. The small U-Haul was packed with personal belongings and pieces of furniture, his car hooked on the back. Maureen had a brief twinge of motherly pride when she saw him pack some family pictures of the four of them.

She also had a moment of concern when she looked at her daughter’s smiling face framed therein. She was due home in a week from an overseas study abroad program. The mother had hoped her twins would see one another before her brother headed for Colorado.

Family fables were retold at dinner. Caleb‘s favorite chocolate cake was served with a gift of a new smartwatch from his parents. The joy waned when time was noted. Caleb stated a need to get to bed early as he wanted to hit the road just after breakfast.

It was in that moment that things turned in a way that most families would find quite strange.

Alan cleared his throat. “Are you sure about that? I think your mother wanted one more night in bed with you. And to be honest…” He sheepishly looked to his wife for support. She simply smirked and made the gesture to say ‘go on.’ Alan continued. “I would like to watch again, if - if that’s okay… will be the last opportunity for quite some time.”

Caleb sat back and let out a slow whistle as he rubbed his hair. “You know, Dad, a few weeks ago I would’ve thought that was really fucked up. Now, it’s given me an instant hard-on. What do you say, Mom? Let’s give ourselves a good fuck-off and have my father watch from his favorite chair.”

Maureen took a very deep breath to settle her heart and temper her sexual simmer. “I’m all for it, but this kitchen needs to be cleaned up.” The two men started to take care of the business of clearing. Maureen put up a hand. “Oh no, baby, just your father. We can get started upstairs. He’ll join us when everything is neat and tidy. Won’t you, cuck?”

Alan gulped and looked disappointed, but nodded his head. His loins were aflame with discomfort and throbbing with elation.

Caleb shook his own head, grabbed his lover/mother by the hand, and the two of them headed up to what was, for one more night, their couple’s bed.

Within seconds of passing the threshold, they were passionately kissing and removing each other’s fabric barriers. Caleb’s shorts and T-shirt were dispatched with quickly, and Maureen had long fingers digging into his boxers to stroke his amazing tube.

Caleb had her jeans unzipped and her sweatshirt lifted up and off. He immediately sucked her shoulder while unclipping her bra. He trailed his mouth across her collarbone and down. His left hand was on her belly, sliding under the waistband of her green thong.

He took her mountainous, left breast into his lip-care, noting there were still some love marks from last night. His conscience was a perfect mix of guilt at their existence and loving that he left them.

His mother moaned and grabbed his hair as he took her thick nipple into his mouth and drew it in with an aggressive suck.

“Fuck yes, Baby boy! Make Mommy hard for you!” He moaned into her bosom, and the resonance was more than just ample flesh being vibrated. It was ownership, coupling, lovers.

“Oh, fuuu…baby, I feel so good.” She shimmied out of her jeans. “I am yours!”

He growled and crossed over to her other breast, marveling at their size all over again. He bent and kicked away his boxers she had pulled down. Her right-hand fingers grasped him, making him push back-and-forth in a manual fucking. He was hard as steel from her soft grip.

He was embracing the ancient urge to mate that was the basest of all human lusts.

Maureen shook at his growling. She released his now dripping rod and licked up his remnant pre-taste. “I love how you look at your father now. He is less than you.” A moan and a slurp from her breast. “You are the greatest lover I’ve ever had. He’s nothing compared to you.”

Caleb had a moment of hesitation and surprise at her mother‘s blatant disrespect of her husband. A switch was flipped, and his primal urges were set aflame by the knowledge of his father‘s humiliation.

“So fucking wrong,” he mumbled as he sank to his knees while pulling down her thong. She opened her legs, but there was still a moment of catch when her swollen labia held on to their silken protection.

She stepped out of them, and he began kissing across her hip towards the place where he was born. His left hand lifted the underwear blindly. Maureen was surprised, but gave into the kink. She let her son shove her arousal-saturated undergarment into her open mouth.

“Oh my god,” was spoken from the doorway. Alan had arrived.

Caleb was now at his mother’s vulva, worshiping the valley of hip-meets-thigh while enjoying the grind of a lover in need.

Maureen held her son in place as he took to his luscious task with starving fervor, a flat tongue ascending her labia. She gagged on her panties then grunted while gazing through the haze of lust. Her husband was stripped down to his way too-tight underwear she loved making him wear. His mouth was open, and his entire torso, neck, and face were flushed pink.

She yanked the panties out of her mouth and threw them on the floor right in front of Alan.

“That kitchen better— Oh fuck, be spotless,” the sex-craved wife said to the cuckold husband. “Sit! Now! Masturrr—fuck baby yes! Masturbate, Cuck!”

He fell into the armchair, longing for the undergarment just two feet away.

The cunnilingus administrator did not pause, but rather looked up at his mother with nearly insane desire. The way she was speaking to his father filled him with sexual energy bordering on rage. His strong fingers dug into the backs of her thighs and ass with bruise-making intensity. Part of him loved the current family dynamic, and part of him hated that his father allowed it to happen.

“He’s going to make me cum, Darling. I’m going to… Fuck yes, baby right there right there right there don’t stop! Ahhhh’m going to soak our son’s face; and then he’s -nnnghh! going to fuck me right in front of his own father!”

“Fuck!” Alan shouted as he released his average-sized erection. It was nearly purple with angry need. It had been over a week, and he was in the deepest hole, but was finally seeing the light of rescuers.

Maureen held on to Caleb’s head and stumbled forward slightly. She was close enough to grab the chair at her vanity as the orgasm ripped through her from toes to the top of her head.

He was exclusively at her clit now and was lingually strumming it like he was playing thrash metal.

“Ohhh GAHHD!”

Her smart, sexy, amazing son gripped her tightly to keep her from falling.

She shook and then stiffened as her breath was captured by her lust. As she peaked, she screamed, but the name shocked the two men.

“I love you ALANNN!”

Caleb let go in surprise, and she fell onto the bed panting. Forearm dramatically covering her eyes, she softly let out, “Oh god oh god…”

Caleb stared at his mother dealing with the throes of a massive orgasm. He looked to his father, who sat in his comfortable chair. Alan had his eyes closed, his hand stroking his aching cock in the slowest, most methodical way, as if to extend the torture.

“What the fuck is happening..?” the son mumble-chuckled to himself. His thick, dripping, slightly curved-to-the-right, cock leaked onto the carpet. His large-breasted, sex-goddess mother looked up at him and half smiled. She slipped her fingers behind her knees and pulled her legs up and open.

Her voice was low, animalistic, desperate. “Pound me through the floor and onto the dining room table.”

He growled and turned to his father, who was in obvious agony. “You hear that, sperm donor?” He was shocked the words came out of his mouth. But if this is what the two of them wanted, if this is what made his father genuinely happy, if this is what made his mother scream her son’s name as she orgasmed around his thick rod, then so, be, it.

He knelt onto the bed and took the shaft of his impaler and edged it into his mother. “I’m gonna fuck you, Mom. I’m gonna fuck you like we haven’t done it yet. You will feel this cock for weeks after I’ve left.”

“Take me! For fuck’s sake!”

With one slick thrust that made her squeal and arch off the bed, he was fully embedded.

“Yesss, baby!”

He steadied himself with strength and self-control. He needed this one to last longer than a sunset. He pulled back and dove deep. His very full scrotum, now shaven like his...