We split our assets down the middle and went our own ways. He offered me the proceeds of the house we’d just sold, and I offered him sole title to the condo we’d just bought. I bought his half of our car from him for seven grand, which was half of what Blue Book rated it at. It was just common sense deciding which of us everything else belonged to. We’d always kept separate bank accounts, which suddenly turned out very convenient.
Alex decided to go to Europe for a couple of months hoping to meet up with Karen and I, not knowing what else to do, headed back to Cory’s college, feeling both liberated but yet alone. Alex and I had been together for over two decades, and he had been more than just a lover… also a listener… a comforter (especially when I lost my father)… a companion.
Other than seeing my son, I really had no idea what I wanted to do next.
A month ago, the rest of my life had been planned out. At first that had excited me… the path of my future mapped out.
Now… the map was empty… the journey unclear… and although that excited me, it also scared the shit out of me.
I loved my son.
I loved having sex with my son.
But that had been raw passion over a few wild, kinky days with extra spice from the fear of getting caught. The reality was that the real world now awaited me, awaited us, and I was no longer sure what that meant other than it wouldn’t be spent crowded between a pile of boxes and a car door.
Sex was sex and it had been fucking amazing.
But life was a lot more complicated.
So I arrived at Cory’s dorm riddled with anxiety. I felt kind of like Julia Robert’s character in ‘Notting Hill’ as I arrived. I had texted him I was coming, but he knew nothing about what had transpired between his father and me.
We had done some naughty texting, but not being in the same place to act on it made it more anti-climactic (pun intended) than satisfying.
I assumed we would have some great sex when I arrived, and I was right.
As soon as I arrived, I texted:
I’m here.
He responded:
Meet me at Thurber Hall, room 432. NOW!!!
I responded, cheeky and submissive at the same time:
Yes, Master!!!
My cunt was wet. I wanted his cock back in me again. I hadn’t been so horny for cock since college (if you ignore our three-day backseat fuck fest).
I was dressed in a sexy sundress that barely hid my thigh highs… and, of course I was sans bra and panties.
I had to ask three people how to get where I was going, but eventually I found the building and, with my feet sore (shouldn’t have worn four-inch heels to search for a building… but I wanted to look completely hot and sexy for my son). I took the elevator, realizing he must be meeting me in a classroom.
I got off the elevator and headed to room 432.
It was a handicapped bathroom.
I stopped and then I smiled. That brat.
I tried to open the door, but it was locked.
I knocked.
“Who is it?” my son asked from the other side of the door.
“Your slut, Master,” I answered, after looking around to make sure no one was around to overhear my answer.
He unlocked the door and I walked in. I smiled playfully, “You really went all out on the décor for this lovely trysting place.”
“I wasn’t sure what the plan was, or how I was introducing you to people, but regardless of either of those issues, I knew I wanted to fuck you before anything else,” he answered.
“Good,” I nodded, slipping out of my heels and dropping to my knees. “I’ve been craving this big dick ever since you last coated my face in your dorm room.”
“And I’ve been saving up a pretty full load,” he replied, as I fished out his cock, already hard.
“You haven’t fucked any coed sluts yet?” I asked, as I stroked his thick shaft.
“I didn’t say that,” he said. “I just said I’ve been saving this load.”
“Slut,” I teased, before taking his cock in my mouth. As I did, I felt a strange sense of jealousy at the idea of some college skank sucking and fucking the same dick I was sucking. This is my dick. I am his slut. I bobbed hungrily, gently reminding him who was the best cock sucker ever.
“Oh yeah, I missed those cock sucking lips,” he groaned, as I devoured his entire cock like a porn star.
I moaned on his cock in response.
“Yes Mom, the first load gets deposited in that sexy mouth of yours,” he promised.
I responded, taking his cock out of my mouth, “I hope you have enough loads stored up in these balls to fill all three of Mommy’s neglected holes.”
“At least twice,” he bragged, as he grabbed my head and shoved my mouth back on his cock and began thrusting.
Six loads! I thought to myself. That would be a dream come true… pun definitely implied.
“Oh yeah, I plan to fuck you all day and night, Mommy-slut,” he told me, as I resumed bobbing. “Our schedule for today is a marathon incest session.”
I couldn’t help but smile as he resumed fucking my face. We used to have many marathon nights back at home. Although they only involved things like watching all the Back to the Future movies, or all the Star Wars movies or the craziest, all three Lord of the Rings extended version movies.
The mixture of my warm mouth and his fast pumping was the perfect trigger for his jackrabbit first load to explode in my mouth. There was no warning other than a slight swelling in his dick, then an animalistic grunt as his cum exploded in my mouth like a water hose.
I swallowed most of it as he kept fucking my face… although a little of his cum did leak out of my mouth.
“Fuck, I love having my own Mom cum deposit handy,” he groaned, as he finally pulled out.
“And I like having my own gun around, always hard, always loaded, always ready to shoot me,” I smiled, still on my knees as I scooped a little cum off the side of my mouth.
“So where’s Dad right now?”
“Maybe in Europe by now; we’re both quits, have decided to get an amicable divorce when we get around to it, and we’re both fine with it.”
“Amicable, you said?”
“Yup, still friends, just not lovers.”
“That’s way more than I’d hoped for! So what are your plans now that you and Dad are done?”