Summary: Son takes his sexy submissive mom to a gloryhole.
A reminder of how the last story ended: After getting ass fucked in the car, Sarah was in a roadside bathroom cleaning up when her son texted her to check out a link. It was a Craigslist ad:
Horny submissive MILF slut looking to be DP’d.
Submissive three hole cum slut wants to make her double penetration fantasy come true.
Her young Master is looking for one or two men with big cocks who are willing to DP her or even make her AIRTIGHT.
Please send face and cock pictures as we are selective and want to make this special for our horny slut. This is a one-night-only offer. The bigger you are, the more likely we’ll be to respond.
Please be serious as this cum slut wants to make a decades’-long fantasy a reality… TONIGHT!!
This will take place at an Edestoon hotel and not begin until after 11 o’clock.
I read and re-read it a dozen times.
I couldn’t believe Cory would do this.
I also couldn’t believe the rush that went up my spine at the possibility of being double penetrated and just used by some strangers like a cheap slut.
As I finally stood up, unsure how to deal with this new situation, he sent me another text.
C: I got a dozen responses so far.
C: Would you like to try a black cock?
C: Ten inches!
C: And thick!
Oh my God!! This way I could realize two fantasies at once. I had always wanted to fuck a black man. I often read race play stories online and my favourite filmed porn was interracial.
C: Here is his picture!!
I clicked on it and my mouth watered.
Fuck!
Suddenly fucking my son seemed less like cheating… I know, it’s absurd, but it’s how I felt.
This black stranger with a ten-incher would definitely be cheating.
As I contemplated doing this big black cock, I went to wash up and examined myself in the mirror.
What was I becoming?
And why couldn’t I resist being such a slut?
Yet even though I knew I shouldn’t… I texted my son:
M: BOOK HIM!!
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As soon as I’d sent the text, I regretted doing it.
As a wife I knew this was so wrong. I loved my husband. Yet he didn’t understand my sexual needs… never had… and I had spent two decades stifling my true sexual self, never truly satisfied.
I began to wonder if love was enough. Was I really willing to spend the rest of my life faking orgasms and being completely dissatisfied with my sex life?
Yesterday my son Cory had awakened a sleeping giant inside me and there was no way she was returning to slumber. These thoughts, as my body calmed down from my recent sex, had me seriously reflecting on the remainder of my life. A life that had been long planned and laid out in front of me… one that prior to yesterday I’d been completely content with… excited even.
But now… now such an insipid existence wasn’t good enough. It really had become that black and white.
I knew that this passionate, raw sex I’d been enjoying for the last couple of days, and I had to admit Cory had been satisfying a deep need inside me, even when he’d been driving me crazy by endlessly denying me an orgasm, that all of it… the excitement, the exhilaration, even the frustration… I knew this kind of sex was not only what I wanted, but what I needed. And it wasn’t only about the sex. The way my son was forcing me to surrender to him mind, body and soul, was fulfilling a deep-seated need in me I’d always known about, but had never comprehended how powerful it was.
I needed to fulfill the many fantasies… sexual and otherwise… I’d always had but only now saw the possibility of achieving. Yet I needed to be honest with my husband. He deserved better than having his wife sneak out to submit herself as a cheap slut for strangers… of course he also deserved better than a wife who was furtively committing incest right behind him in the car.
Yet you only live once… and I seemed to be packing all my wild, fulfilling sexually submissive explorations into a chance-of-a-lifetime three-day road trip. I refused to deny myself this powerful experience. Therefore, any revelations and subsequent discussions with my husband would have to wait until we were alone. Until after we’d dropped Cory off at his college.
Afterwards I would have years to regret what I had done.
Or years to regret what I had refused to allow myself to do.
I knew it was regret for the things you hadn’t done, the experiences you’d denied yourself, that always came back to haunt you… such as in that powerful movie The Notebook.
So, even though I knew what I was doing was wrong, knew it could even end my marriage, I decided in the end not to rescind my slutty decision, not to text my son and tell him to call off this booty call with some black stranger sporting a ten-incher. I decided to ponder my immediate future a bit longer. Would I go through with an orgy? I didn’t know. Today’s long-denied orgasm finally achieved and it having delivered all the release I’d been desperate for, suddenly I wasn’t so excited about achieving the next one in an orgy, even if said orgy was to be orchestrated by my imaginative and masterful son Cory. On the other hand, I also wasn’t appalled at the idea. To put it succinctly, I didn’t know a damn thing about what I did or didn’t want. My mind was as big a mess as my well-used body.
Confused and indecisive, I went and grabbed a nice cold coke, suddenly realizing how parched I had become.
I unexpectedly felt a pair of arms wrapping themselves around me from behind, so I whispered all flirtatiously, assuming it was Cory, “You just can’t get enough of me, can you?”
Thankfully, I hadn’t said Cory’s name or anything else to give me away as my husband replied, “No, I never can.”
“Such a horny man,” I purred, hiding my surprise as I turned around, wishing he would have shown me this much interest in the past.
“It’s your radiant beauty that does it,” he answered, sweet as always. He had always been a romantic man, a thoughtful man, even a considerate man most of the time… he just had never been an I’m-gonna-fuck-you-like-a-complete-slut type of man.
His loving words made me feel bad for him again, yet not bad enough to stop doing what I was doing. Deciding to test him, to give him an opportunity I hadn’t given him in years, I asked, “Are you horny enough to take me into the bathroom here, bend me over the sink and just fuck me with no foreplay or sweet words? Just ram it in with no thought for my comfort?”
His face went beet red as he stammered, “Um, I, well…”
I interrupted him as I added, “In the ass?”
“Sarah!” he gasped, completely turned off at the idea.
“With Cory gone now and turning us into empty-nesters without a live-in chaperone, I’m expecting you to fulfill some of the manly duties you haven’t been fulfilling,” I continued, figuring maybe this unplanned episode of taboo sex with my son could perhaps rekindle my sex life with my husband, maybe save a marriage I wasn’t sure could be saved.
“Sarah, I, um, what’s gotten into you?” he asked, whispering so others nearby wouldn’t hear.
“Not enough of your cock,” I smiled back, squeezing his cock firmly and finally giving him a meaningful answer to this recurring question. His cock was hard. Promising. “Especially in my tight, neglected butt,” I completed my thought.
Sensing his confusion, his helpless floundering for what to say, his clear lack of any ability to give me the answer I was looking for, I just walked away from him before he had the chance to say something we’d both regret, and went to pay for my pop and a bag of chips.
I turned around and saw Alex was still staring at me in shock. My assessment was correct: he was incapable of ever giving me what I needed. He didn’t even need to say it.
I purchased my items and changed the subject with, “Shall we go?”
He nodded, still attempting to regain his composure, I could tell I’d really shaken him, “Yeah, yeah, I guess we’d better, sweetheart.”
See what I mean? He could be conciliatory, but he couldn’t ever take charge of me like his son could.
Back in the car, we drove the next couple of hours without any sex. Cory and I both fell asleep with his arms wrapped around my waist, exhausted from our marathon ass-fucking. When I woke up I noticed Cory was on his phone and wondered if there had been any more responses. I hadn’t ever told him I might consider his plans for tonight to be a bad idea, so as far as he knew I was 100% onboard with no hesitations whatsoever.
I texted him:
M: Any more responses?
C: Over a hundred.
Trying to be playful, I made a joke.
M: Wow, that would be quite the gangbang!!
C: Is that what you want???
Oh shit! I was just kidding. But what did I really want? Upon reflection I knew for certain I wanted to be double penetrated at some point. I was also curious what airtight meant, I would have to ask him. I also was intrigued by the picture of the black cock he’d sent me. Yet a gangbang was an entirely different thing… or was it? Funny, now that I’d had a little time to recover from my latest super-charged orgasm, I was again leaning toward getting dp’d or more by some total strangers, and why not tonight? I really was becoming a slut. I was even revelling in it. Years of domesticated housewifery had mellowed me, but now I was rediscovering my true sexuality.
M: I probably wouldn’t refuse such a thing. What do you want me to do, Master?
C: It’s your night, Mom. I’m not deciding this time. What do you want?
There it was. Completely in my hands. I contemplated this for a few minutes. If I was going to continue cheating, I may as well go all in.
I hadn’t yet answered when Cory added:
C: Want to read the responses?
He handed me his phone and I couldn’t believe how many were there.
I clicked on the newest one:
19-year-old college student. Eight-inch cock. Would love to fuck that ass of yours.