“That depends. Are you really going to allow your son to fuck you in front of our neighbour?” I returned the question, tapping her clit.
“Just slam that big fat cock in Mommy’s dripping pussy,” Mom demanded, her legs twitching with each tap of my fat cock head against her swollen clit. Her desire for me, in addition, I think, to our having an audience, already had her in full anything-for-cock mode.
“She’s so insatiable,” I shrugged, looking at Ms. Chan with a sly smile, as I slid inside my mother, adding a bit of twerking for my mentor’s benefit.
“Oh yes, fuck Mommy with your big, fat cock,” Mom moaned loudly, now thoroughly enjoying our audience while giving in once again to her natural submissive nature and to my cock.
“Yes, Kevy, give your Mother what she needs,” Ms. Chan chimed in.
“What does she need, Ms. Chan?” I asked, even as I pumped my cock in and out of my mother.
“Your slut mother needs to be fucked so hard by your big, fat cock,” Ms. Chan answered, before adding, “but what she needs more than anything is to demonstrate that she’s your complete, submissive, Mommy-Slut cum bucket.”
“She’s right, I’m your Mommy-Slut,” Mom agreed as she wrapped her legs around me to pull me in even deeper.
“And he’s also your lover,” Ms. Chan added.
This new concept both surprised and intrigued me. Could I be both master and lover to my Mom? The two terms seemed to contradict each other. Yet oddly, that combination described very well how I felt when I was with my Mom. On the one hand I wanted to face fuck her, to pound her and sodomize her; I wanted to eat her cunt, suck on her tits and spew my load all over her and everywhere inside her, all three of her holes. Yet on the other hand, I also wanted to hold her gently in my arms, to sleep beside her, to kiss her tenderly and to fiercely protect her from anyone who might try to take advantage of her weaknesses.
In retrospect, I’d already done all those things except I hadn’t yet had the need to protect her, but I’d never labelled them in any way.
My attention now divided, I looked back over my shoulder and asked, struggling with the concept, “Is that even possible, Ms. Chan?”
“Harder, Mother-fucker,” Mom demanded, bracing her shoulders against the table, raising her ass and very impressively beginning to buck her hips to meet my thrusts.
Ms. Chan gave me a teasing grin. “Priorities, Kevy: fuck your mother first, and later we can chat.”
“Good idea,” I nodded, as my mother and I shifted into furious fucking… both of us very soon close to orgasm, almost forgetting we had an audience.
“Oh yes… fuck me son… fill my cunt… with your cum… for your little… Mommy-slut,” Mom babbled in short gasps as she met my strokes. That single sentence had taken over half a minute, as her breathing was erratic and almost all of her attention was riveted on her imminent orgasm.
“Come for me now, Mommy-Slut,” I ordered, about to spew my load inside her, “Come for your Master.”
“Oh yes,” Mommy moaned loudly, as she felt my load shoot inside her, which triggered her own orgasm… both of us coming together.
“Give me access to my present,” Ms. Chan demanded, sounding lustful herself, even as I continued coming inside my Mom.
“As you wish,” I said, pulling out and shooting my final rope of cum onto my Mom’s clitoral area before backing completely out of the way.
“I’m so hungry,” Ms. Chan groaned, as she rolled her chair between my mother’s legs and buried her face in her cunt while she was still coming.
“Oh yes, eat my cunt, you fucking cock sucking slut,” Mom moaned, obviously perceptive enough to know that this abuse was exactly what her newest pussy-licker would want, even though she was still distracted by her own orgasm coursing through her.
“Happy birthday, Ms. Chan,” I chirped, watching her lap up the creampie as if it were her last meal. I realized we hadn’t used the head dildo. Oops… save it for tonight, I guess.
“Suck it all out, you dirty whore,” Mom demanded, grabbing the back of Ms. Chan’s head and roughly pulling her deep into her cunt while it was still flooding, during her extended orgasm.
I watched for a couple of minutes as the two women enjoyed different aspects of my big, fat cock. Mom was still enjoying her intense orgasm, extrapolated by Ms. Chan’s eager and experienced tongue. Ms. Chan was enjoying her morning load, this time wrapped in a pink gift box.
Mom finally let go of Ms. Chan’s head and said weakly, “I can’t be having orgasms like this just before going to work.”
“Can you think of a better way to start your day? I asked.
“God, no,” she said, “but trying to focus on work today will be a real bitch.”
“Alas, the hardships of a submissive slut,” I shrugged, not too worried about her first world problem.
“I know,” she said, shaking her head. “My life will never be the same.”
“That’s the plan,” I promised her.
Ms. Chan finally came up for air and crowed, “Best birthday pie ever!”
“Your tongue is amazing,” Mom said, sitting up to look down gratefully at the wet-faced Asian.
“And your cunt is heavenly,” Ms. Chan complimented back, as I mused at what was passing for neighbourly conversation. A lot more interesting than ‘how’s the weather!’
“I imagine it’s even tastier with my son’s big load in it,” Mom said.
“Yes, his added ingredient definitely enhances the dessert,” Ms. Chan agreed.
“Well, I hate to get fucked, come, get munched and go,” Mom quipped, “but I need to shower and head off to work. I have a trial today.”
“Big case?” Ms. Chan asked, rolling her chair back.
“It may be,” Mom nodded.
“Well, good luck with it,” Ms. Chan wished, the conversation back to mundane subjects.
“Thanks for helping Kevin through this confusing time,” Mom said, as she closed her legs and climbed down off the table.
“It’s been a pleasure,” Ms. Chan smiled.
Both Mom and I quipped simultaneously, “Pun intended.”
“You two really are a lot alike,” Ms. Chan laughed, shaking her head.
“And yet we’re completely different,” I agreed/disagreed, as Mom pulled her jeans on.
“People’s differences are often what brings them together, so they can then share the things that make them the same,” Ms. Chan said, sounding a little like a poorly written fortune cookie.
“Love you,” Mom said, giving me a very I’m-not-being-your-Mother-right-now kiss.
“Love you, too,” I said, as she went over to Ms. Chan, leaned down and kissed her too.
Mom said after breaking the kiss, “And I’ll have another present for you tonight to repay you for all you’re doing for my son.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Ms. Chan demurred.
“Oh, yes I do,” Mom insisted, I’m not sure whether it was because I told her to or because she wanted to… I like to think it was both.
“Well, you know where I’ll be,” Ms. Chan said, her tone sounding ever so slightly sad, as if she were sick of being trapped in this house. That was something to keep in mind going forward. She may not be my Mom, but she was nevertheless a valuable part of my life and deserved some real happiness. I wondered for a moment whether my Dad had any idea what a gem she was. He hadn’t given me any indication that he did when he told me about her; to him she must seem like just another slut.