“My plan for today is to take five more loads,” I said, reaching for his hard cock. “Tomorrow if you’re up to it I’ll take some more, and then figure out what the hell I’m going to do with my life.”
He said, his voice now soft and tender, “I found a few places in the area that are for rent.”
“You did, did you?” I asked, slowly stroking his cock. “Do you want Mommy close to you?”
“I insist that my Mommy fuck slut be close to me and that she be available at a moment’s notice,” he corrected, sounding so hot when he was dominant.
“Well then,” I said, licking his shaft briefly, unable not to enjoy this beautiful cock I’d co-created, “since you are my Master and I am your three-hole cum deposit slut, I guess the first part of my plan for the future has already been decided.”
“Good, because we have a 7PM meeting with a realtor to go look at three places,” he said, as he pulled me to my feet and kissed me.
The kiss was tender at first. Definitely not one between a typical mother and son… but between lovers. I felt my heart melting.
It got more passionate after a couple of minutes before I finally broke the kiss abruptly, horny as hell, and asked, “Are you going to fuck me or what?”
“I don’t know,” he said, “I only have twenty minutes until my last class of the day.”
“You’re not leaving your slut alone for a couple of hours with so many tempting young dicks around, are you?” I teased, returning to stroking his cock.
“You only fuck who I tell you to, is that clear?” he clarified firmly.
“Yes, Master,” I smiled, “I was just teasing. Your cock is more than enough for me.”
“Good,” he nodded, as he lifted up my dress, bent me over the sink and slid his cock easily inside my burning inferno.
“Oh yes, baby,” I moaned, as he began fucking me hard.
“God, I love your hot cunt,” he said.
“And my hot cunt loves your big, hard dick,” I responded, loving how aggressive he was with me. He knew how to fuck a woman… he understood that underneath the conservative nature of his outer woman was a cum hungry slut just dying to be used as one.
“Then let’s let them get reacquainted,” he said, as he grabbed my hips and thoroughly pounded me like the wanton slut he’d awakened in me.
“Oh yesssss, son,” I moaned. “Use Mommy as your fuck slut.”
“You love being your son’s personal cum bucket, don’t you?” he asked, never slowing down his complete pilfering of my box.
“Can it please be my twenty-four-seven job?” I moaned, my orgasm accelerating from his big dick, hard deep thrusts and his nasty talk.
“Think you can handle a half dozen loads a day?” he teased, as his finger slid to my asshole.
“I’m not sure I can live without that many,” I responded, although I wasn’t sure I could keep up with him, truth be told… but I’d die trying… I mean, what a way to go… my tombstone reading FUCKED TO DEATH.
“Now don’t forget: you are to fuck only who I tell you to fuck, male or female,” he reminded me.
“Yes, Master,” I moaned, knowing the idea of his controlling my body and whatever he made me do or even not do would only enhance my lust and would power my growing orgasm even more strongly.
“Tell me what you are,” he demanded again, somehow slamming into me even harder and going even deeper than he had already been doing.
I almost screamed, my orgasm so fucking close, as I cried out, “Your three-hole Mommy cum bucket submissive!”
“Oh yes,” he agreed, “now come for me, you fucking slut.”
“Call me names, Master,” I begged, knowing his crude words, simultaneous with his deep drilling, would be enough to make me erupt.
“You love being a bimbo Mommy whore for your son’s big dick?” he questioned.
“Yes, I love it, more, more,” I begged, so fucking close.
“Come for me now, my cock sucking, cunt willing, ass taking, Mommy whore,” he ordered, pistoning in and out of me like a well-oiled machine.
“Yessssss,” I screamed, as my orgasm hit and seconds later, his second load spewed into me.
“Take my cum, Mom,” he grunted as he came into me just as my own cum was trying to spill out of me.
Both of us were panting and gasping heavily as our orgasms rushed through us, and he leaned into me.
“God, I’ve missed that dick,” I groaned, as my orgasm still kept rushing through me.
“And I missed your great mouth and hot cunt,” he said, as he pulled out of me and a huge gush of our blended cum flooded out of me and pooled on the floor.
I looked down as I said, “Don’t forget my tight asshole.”
“Oh, the next load is going in there,” he nodded.
“Is that a promise?” I smiled, by now always happy to get my asshole gaped.
“Yes! And I never break my promises,” he declared, as he put his beautiful pole back in his pants.
“I plan on keeping you to that,” I said, standing up and allowing my dress to fall back down.
“I need to get to my last class,” he said. “Go take a tour of the school and meet me at my dorm room in an hour and fifteen.”
“I’m not sure I can find it again,” I said, having no idea where it was.
“I’ll text you the building and room number,” he said, as he leaned in and kissed me. When he broke the kiss, he smiled, looking again like my son and not my Master, “I missed you, Mom.”
“I missed you too, son.”
He left me and I cleaned up: both the large pool of cum on the floor, and my cunt and legs, which were still flowing with our spent fluids.
I then headed out, taking some time to explore the campus. Discovering the campus bookstore, I went inside. To my surprise, as I meandered through the shelves of books killing time, I noticed there was a section called Human Sexuality. Still horny (fuck, I was always horny now), I skimmed the book titles. When I saw a book called ‘100 Best Sex Positions’, I knew I had to buy it… and that we would have to try every position in the book.
Of course, this made my pussy dampen as I flipped through the various positions. Many intrigued me, such as ‘the pretzel dip’,’ ballet dancer’, ‘X-factor’, ‘golden arch’ and ‘butter churner’. I was going to rock my son’s world!
I purchased the book, feeling strange buying it from a girl who looked like she should still be in high school, but was likely in college since she was working at a college bookstore… but in the throes of my second sexual awakening, I sure wasn’t going to be worried about being judged by a girl who was young enough to be my daughter.
As I handed it to her, she looked surprised and looked up at me.
I smiled, “You’re never too old to learn new tricks.”
She laughed, “Good to know.”
Although I hadn’t been with a girl since college, and that was once when I was really drunk, and she had only gone down on me not the other way round, I wondered if my wild new sexuality could explore some Sapphic desires… and how much that might turn on my son.
I took my bag and said, now flirting with the girl, “Once I’ve tried all these positions I may have to come back for a book on positions for two women.” Before she could respond with any more than a wink and a grin, which she did, I turned and walked away, feeling a rush at my newfound ‘do and say whatever I want’ persona, even though in reality I couldn’t do whatever I wished without my Master’s permission. (But I didn’t think he’d balk if I asked if he’d like to watch me getting it on with a hot cashier from the bookstore.)
I walked around and enjoyed the scenery… which was mostly hot young men.