Title: Always An Excuse
Keywords: mF, teen, fF, inc, mom, son, grandma, daughter, group, mdom, bond, humil, mat
Author: Caesar
Summary: Son seduces grandmother on a wager, leaving mother jealous and anxious.







There was an old lady who lay
With her legs wide apart in the hay,
        Then, calling the ploughman,
        She said, "Do it now, man!
Don't wait till your hair has turned gray."
 



Always An Excuse

by Caesar, copyright 2003

$Revision: 1.7 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

Do you know the feeling when you want something, so bad that you even
dream about it, but know you should never have it?  Can you imagine
the anguish to undergo a temptation so real that you actually have
dreams while being fully awake?  Now consider that this torture lasts
for years, the desires strengthening so that you feared for both your
sanity or that you may actually give in to the temptations.

If you understand a part of what I wrote above you may be empathetic
enough to understand my situation.  Then again you may curse me for
being a weak willed fool.  Or perhaps even the lowest of sluts.

Read on and you shall discover the ails of my life.

I can not blame my son you see - as we both are tortured by the same
desires.  Yet in him, there is no pretence at morals or of right and
wrong.  Given just a moments weakness on my part I doubt it not that
he would plunge himself into my body wearing only a content smile of
the conquerer.

Oh how I longed to see that look upon him.

When my son Robert was younger, he and I had a wonderful loving
relationship.  We were more like pals than a mother and her child.
Hugs and kisses were frequent as was innocent wrestling and playing
games and toys.  We were a family, the two of us - his father having
left me before Robert was born.

It was the week before my son's sixteenth birthday that our
relationship changed.  He came home well past midnight and I
confronted him angrily for breaking his curfew, though it was mostly
for causing me to worry unnecessarily.  So angry was I that I followed
him up to his room, yelling mindlessly, when he turned and firmly
asked, "Do you really want to know what I was doing mother?"

He had not called me mother before that night, but it was the least of
my allusions about love, home and family to be altered that evening.
I nodded, suddenly feeling dread.

"After the game Mary and I fucked."  Mary was, I thought, his platonic
female friend.  Obviously I was wrong - they were more, much more.
Why had I not realized what my son was growing into?  A man.

My son was an adult and I could not find any words but felt hurt in my
soul at the loss of what had been.

"Want to know something else mother?"

There was more?  I did not have time to say a word before he said in a
rush, "The whole time I was with her I could not help but think of
you!"  It was said in such an accusatory way that I felt hurt as well
as numb at the realization.

Robert then pushed me from his room and slammed the door in my face.

That was when it started.  At first an embarrassment to the both of
us, little was said.  But within the next year it was I that changed
and though Robert never openly spoke a word about his feelings toward
me, I could see in his frequent gaze, the longing within.

The first time I confronted myself was when I realized that I was
jealous toward my son when he went out on dates.  Dates that cumulated
in sexual congress there was no doubt.  Then there was the finding of
my soiled undergarments in his room - not even an attempt was made to
hide the new wet stains that were added to them - in fact I did not
mind and, hell, felt more than a little flattered.

Since the day Robert's dad had left me, my son had been the only male
in my life.  There were times that I longed for a man, any man, but I
learnt to dispel these urges harshly with a trusty dildo and my
fingers.  Yes, I am not embarrassed to admit, that I'm an avid
masturbator.  Once, often twice a day I masturbate very aggressive and
always with the face of my son as my tormentor in fantasy.

Yes, my son pleasured me in my dreams.  It was not such a leap to
bring him into my private thoughts - considering how he came unbidden
to my nightly erotic dreams.  Initially, I thought it wiser to allow
my son into my fantasies rather than the unthinkable act of reality.

It was the only sexual relief I allowed myself, allowed between Robert
and I that first year after his revelation.

There were other things as well - like the fact that I joined a ladies
gym and worked out three times a week.  After, nearly, a year my body
was toning up and some of the extra age-weight was gone.  I was only
doing it to feel good, I told myself again and again.

Then there was the way I dressed.  You see I had known what my son
enjoyed when he looked upon a woman, what clothing turned his eye,
what body part drew his interest before any other.  I started to dress
this way, completely unconsciously, I assure you, in the beginning.
Short skirts and dresses became normal, even around the house.  The
working out had helped and my legs, often encased in nylon or silk,
were tempered to the perfection that I knew drew my son's eye.

"Why do you never date mom?"

I stopped eating my supper and looked up at my son.  It was almost a
year, to the day, that my son's lust was thrust upon me.  Could I tell
him that after the experience of being hurt by his father that I
trusted no other male - but him.  Should I tell him that there was
only one man in my life and that had always been enough.

No, I couldn't say a word.  Rather, after a short pause, ignored the
question and kept eating.

Robert, though, persisted, "Do you hate men mom?"

I looked up into his eyes and read what he was really asking, if I
hated him.  "No honey, of course not."  I could not reveal that I
distrusted all men but him.

"Then why don't you date?  Why have you not gotten married?"

A weakness in me caused me to blurt out, "Because I have never found
anyone as wonderful as you dear."

There... what needed to be said had been voiced.

He stared at me for a long while before he asked, "So if I was not
your son...?"

The question struck me like a physical blow - was it true, if Robert
had been a neighbour he and I would be living some of the bawdy
fantasies I imagined each and every day?

No - if he had been a neighbour, there would not be the intimacy that
lay between us as it was now.  Even without the obvious sexual tension
that lay in our home, we had been a close and loving family of two.

I returned to my food and Robert did not say another word on the
subject - but I saw that he had surmised an answer to the last
question.  It was based on this assumption that our relationship
changed from that day to now.  Oh certainly, we had a new strain
between us in that year previous, but we still cared and loved each
other and as the sexual tensions were ignored, we were the same as we
had always been.

The next day started with a quick kiss and a squeeze of my covered
breast by my son - and before I could complain at this common use of
his mother he had left quickly for school.  That left me with the
memory of his hand and a day of dark erotic thoughts that left me
swooning.

The next year was the harsh temptations that I spoke about.  The
longing for what was greatly desired within my only son.

His hands would reach out to touch me again and again, nearly any time
we were near.  If they trailed too long on my person I would remove
the offending hand.  Yet in weeks after that first grope, my son had
felt every inch of my body - aways above my clothing.  He loved to
fondle my nylon covered legs or grasp my meaty breasts, while making
obvious and loud noises of his lust.

Then there was the pressing of his hard manhood against me, always
above our clothing and mostly upon my lower stomach or against the
cheeks of my ass as he hugged me from the front and back respectively.

In all that time I never broached the subject, told him to stop
feeling up his mother or to treat me with the respect that a parent
should get from their child.  No, I enjoyed the touches.  Very much
actually.  I was lusted after by the only man that mattered to me and
if I could not give him the ultimate consummation of our mutual lust
then a feel of his hand or a press of his hard groin did not seem that
unwarranted.

Then there was the kisses.  Definitely not like a mother and son and
they were magnificent.  He had obviously been practising for years
before I was introduced to this perfection of our love.  It was only
thing I openly admitted to enjoying with him, it was the only thing I
requested from him as often as I may.  He could feel my ass and
breasts, and even press his hand upward into my groin for lengthy
periods while we kissed.  It mattered not when our lips make
passionate love.  Our tongues duelled, his winning every time, our hot
moist lips wide and hungry, our hot breath soon filling our heads so
that they swam with lust.

Our relationship changed quite a bit in the last year as well - we
were more open and loving than at any time in the last decade.  We
talked about everything - everything but his hands upon me, my
constant requests for his lips or the open admiring and, dare I say
it, proud looks of my clothed body.

The only contention between us, the one thing that I hated and which
he ignored was the girls in my son's life.  Yes, Robert's mother is a
jealous and possessive woman.  Even if I could not give him what he
wanted, what I even wanted, I hated the fact that he had a steady
stream of girls at his whim.

He knew of my jealously, even without me saying a word.  It was the
only defiant act on his part as he never made a move to hide who he
dated or even what he did on those dates.  Yes, he would tell me the
next day how a girl sucked him, how he found out that her breasts were
really a tissue filled brassiere, or how she just lay as he fucked
her.  It was wicked of him to do - but I thought this was another
method on his part to seduce me, with the painful images of my
jealousy.  It did have a side affect though; I soon learnt how and
what my son liked sexually and my images were filled with all the
things he desired.

Robert did do one thing I asked thankfully, he never brought one of
his girls home.  That would be a most painful torture I feared.

The present was more of the same, of laughter and groping touches and
wet lips.  The only change was that Robert would now ask me directly
if I wanted him to come to my bed at night.  He would ask if I knew
how much he loved me and wanted to help me - by licking me till I
orgasmed again and again... nothing else he would promise.  Some
comments and requests were loving and tender - these were not any less
appealing than the bawdy quick comments.  How about a quick blow job
mom?  Or even the frequent unplanned comment, you have the sexiest
legs mom!

Then there was the common thread of my sons true wishes for the sexual
relationship that he desired.  The evidence I ignored for months but
near the end of that year, I knew he did not desire me as a
girlfriend, wife or even an infrequently lover.  My son wanted me as a
full time toy, a sexual pet - a slave.  I could not control the same
desires within my fantasies - yet they were so strong a desire that
they overtook my initial humiliation so that I knelt willingly to my
son in each self-satisfying session.  I guessed that it was the
ultimate in degradation - to be a woman in the modern era, a mother
and even a responsible caring person - to have to change ones life so
drastically, to give up all choice was extremely appealing to me, as
long as it was done with the only person I loved and trusted.

I'm not a machine that can be felt up for over a year, to be openly
told how my son wanted to use me, how he wanted nothing more than to
be in my body - any of my three orifices.  And do you want to know
something else - I wanted it too!  It was torture in the extreme.
Now, when I masturbated, usually three to four times a day but it
never seemed to still the sexual throbbing between my legs, I would
cry in self pity afterwards.  Not for the madness of desire did I cry
but the fact that I could not allow myself to give into my son - and I
prayed to be a weaker individual.  I imagined that I was going mad
with the duality of lust and desire for someone all my morals told me
I could not have!

It was at this time that I grasped at my son's fast approaching high
school graduation as a form of reprieve from my sexual madness.  You
see, I encouraged a University far from home - he would have to move.
Yes I hated the thought of being torn from the only other close person
in my life, my son.  Yet the separation would give him time to find a
girl that could satisfy his lust, so that he did not need to bed
anything that spread its legs, so that he would not pursue me so
viciously.  For me, I wanted the time to cool off - to try to stop the
throbbing in my loins by distancing myself from the source.  I even
contemplated seeing a shrink, perhaps to help me understand my
feelings and thus, give me the strength to not succumb even to the
fantasies.

There was two things that would change the rest of our lives; my
mother, Roberts maternal grandmother was coming for a two week visit,
and a off the cuff comment I made to my son the day before she
arrived.

Having just parted in a lengthy kiss, my head was still spinning and
my groin hot and throbbing when Robert asked, "Shall I skip school so
I can spend the day giving you want you need mother?"  As normal, he
wore that half smile that tormented me.

I returned the banter playfully, "If we did that Robert, your
grandmother would know all after but a single glance!"

He reached out and gently grasped one of my breasts while I swooned at
the touch.  Robert turned serious and said, "I want you mother.  Tell
me what I need to do to have you?"

I knew it - but I loved him for saying it.  As always!

As was common in the last months, he would proposition me and I would
give him a price for my lust - something ludicrous and outrageous.  It
was my way of keeping him at bay while preserving our loving
relationship.  Perhaps I'm as much of a fool as you may be thinking
right now.  Regardless this was a moment not uncommon in our home.

Gently I pulled his hand from my breast with my own - no malicious
intent was intended and Robert, so long used to me pulling his hands
from his mothers body barely even gave a thought to it.

Then I said it and it would become my bane for years to come.  With a
playful smile I offered, "I'll be the woman you want Robert if
you...", I thought about some new outrageous and completely impossible
task, "...turn your grandmother into your sex slave during her visit."

I was waiting for his playful defeated laugh, knowing the
impossibility of my offer.  You need to understand my mother - which I
will describe later.

Robert didn't react as I had predicted, but turned all serious and
stood there looking at me as if measuring what I had just said.  I
felt my self-assurance dissipate even though my head repeated that
there was no possible way my son and my mother could ever... do that!
Just the mere thought of such a thing was ludicrous - did Robert
really think it was possible?

My son nodded gently and then calmly said, "I'll agree to your terms
mother."  Only a few weeks ago, when my mother had wrote to tell us of
her intended schedule - my son had commented on the accompanying
picture, "Wow mom, grandma is a looker!"  I ignored the stab of
jealousy.

I laughed suddenly, my head moving back and forth with my mouth open
in troubled confusion.

"I turn grandma into my slave in the two weeks that she is here and
then I get you as well?"

He had to see the impossibility of it all?

"I'm going to give it a go mom!  I expect you to live up to the terms
though."

The terms?  That I would become my son's slave as well?  My mother and
I, Roberts sex toys?

It was like the beginning of a dark uncontrollable dream.

Robert suddenly smiled widely and turned about to leave the room, the
deal, at least to him, agreed upon.

In the future I would think back to that day and that short
conversation and both thank god as well as curse him for a fool I had
been.

My mother and I had only returned to a mother-daughter relationship
after years of silence.  You see, mother did not want me to continue
the pregnancy when she was told of it - at least not alone.  Not only
had I gotten pregnant out of wedlock but I had no intention of finding
a man to marry to support me or the child.  She was horrified.  There
was lots of screaming, threats and finally a separation.

She had not even seen her grandson until he was thirteen years old,
and then only in pictures.  Robert and I had visited my parents the
last two summer vacations and I rediscovered my relationship with her.

It did not hurt that mom and dad were across the country - that they
could not interfere in my life.  This visit of mothers, was the first
such trip to my home - leaving dad at home with his books and his
ever-present pipe.

Let me describe my mother so you can appreciate a little of what was
my life - outside of Robert and my relationship.  She was a strong
cold woman that needed to control all those around her.  Her hair may
have gone white and there was lines about her face but she can still
use her well-trained smile to turn a male head to her whim.  Be that a
waiter at the restaurant or a ticket person at the airport.  Then
there was the religion; mother was the matriarch of their community
church, the female version of their deacon.  She controlled it all -
and demanded pious and submission in all about her.

The only reason, that I guessed, she had been willing to ignore our
past differences and restart our relationship was for her grandson.
It worried me that she was coming to visit for two weeks but I was
resolved to endure all... also for my son.  That was before my son and
I made that horrendous agreement and now I feared that he may alienate
and disgust my mother with some bawdy advances.

That night I lay in bed and considered taking that fateful step and
welcome my own son into my bed if only so that he does not embarrass
us with my mother.  I am not sure if it was lucky or not that I fell
asleep before a decision could be made.

The next day was surreal - mother giving Robert and I chaste peeks,
commenting about how well we looking physically, then immediately
tearing into why my house was so disorganized and a mess.  Ninety
minutes into her visit she was reorganizing my kitchen - cleaning each
and every dish before replacing it back in the cupboard.

I endured it - of course - for the sake of keeping mother in my son's
life.  Whom, I may add quickly made himself scarce as soon there was
real work.  Just like any teenager would have done.

For seven days our home was almost alien - but after the first day,
also very clean and tidy.  I missed the touches of my son, the hot
sexy kisses, his intimate requests.  Yet I was also thankful that he
had seemed to forget our deal - that my mother and her grandson acted
in only a proper manner, that I never saw a single action on his part
that could be termed sexually suggestive or embarrassing in any way.

That is until next morning when I awoke and walked toward my bedroom
door but before I opened it I heard some faint whispers from the far
side of doorway, in the hall.

I pressed my ear to the hard wood but all that I could make out was
that the voices were indeed my son's and his grandmothers.  So I
leaned down and pressed my ear to the small hole of a lock in the door
- you know the kind that you rarely find in fifty year old houses but
were common in turn-of-the-century homes.

The voices, though, turned into words.  Listening carefully I could
hear everything.

"Please stop that Robert!"

"Tell me when grandma?"

A lengthy pause, a small groan and then my mom asked, "When does she
wake up?"

"Normally right about now... no, don't worry grandma, mother makes so
much noise that we will hear her."  They were talking about me of
course.  And for the record, I did not make any noise when I wake up!
"Did you enjoy last night?"

A bit firmly, "You know I did Robert!"  What had he done?

"You would like me to do it again wouldn't you?"

A lengthy pause and then a long drawn out sigh before my moms answer,
"Yes I would."

"Then tell me when I get to fuck you grandma?"

"Robert!"  Mother almost yelled this, but quickly quieted herself.
"How about tonight darling?"  Darling?  Tonight?  "What about your
mother?"

Robert laughed lightly and then said, "I told you last night - every
night mom uses sleeping pills to help her sleep.  She'll be out until
morning."

There was a lengthy pause and I heard small moans and nothing else
before mother whispered, "God, you can kiss darling!"

Didn't I know it!

"I can also lick pussy pretty good can't I grandma?"

My mother giggled, a sound that I have never heard from her before,
"You certainly can darling!"

"Relax grandma, mom will never know!"

I heard nothing for some time before I thought I heard my own mother
grunting.  "I feel so naughty darling!"

"You are naughty grandma, my naughty secret lover!"  She giggled
again.  "A naughtily little girl that likes nothing better than to
have her grandson lick her sex for an hour in the middle of the night
or to finger her in the hallway like some common slut!"

"Yes... yes!  Don't stop darling!"  She was getting louder but I
thought I could hear a sloppy sound and knew it was my son's fingers
moving in and out from between his grandmothers sex.

"Oh... oh... oh...!"  Then I heard a guttural squeal and knew what it
signified - the sound could almost be a recording of what I heard at
the end of one of my own masturbation sessions!  My mother was having
an orgasm.

There was more moaning and then mother was again whispering, "Do you
think she heard that?"  Mom sounded scared.

A short malicious laugh and my son answer, "No, she didn't hear that
grandma."

More silence with low moans before Robert asked, "Tonight grandma?"

My mother did not even hesitate, "Yes darling... yes!"

I dropped slowly onto my hard wood floor and sat stunned for a very
long while.

Nearly an hour later I found Robert in the kitchen eating a huge
breakfast that his grandmother must have made - she being in the
shower at the time.  I ignored him and began to bang around the
kitchen but felt his presence as my son came up behind me.

His two hands came around and grasped my chest.  I roughly spun about
in his arms and confronted him.  "I make noise when I wake up huh?"

Robert did what I did not expect him to do, he laughed.  "I was hoping
you heard."  His hands dropped back to his sides.

My reaction was to stand open mouthed and stunned.

"Tonight - midnight, why don't you come down to the dining room.  Be
quiet though."

"To do what?  The proof that you won?"  I was nearly shouting.  The
truth of that statement had not yet sunk in.

He laughed yet again, infuriating me, "I have not won yet mom - I
haven't turned grandma into my slave yet.  We are just having a little
fun!"

I felt like I was about to fall to the floor, my head was spinning,
and my strong bold son grasped me about the waist and pulled me to
him.  "Rest assured mom, when I do complete our bargain that I will
collect from you what is mine!"  His lips pressed roughly and
possessively into my own and I found myself responding in kind.  My
groin had been pressing into his hard thigh as if possessed.

There was a faint foreign taste that puzzled and then horrified me -
it was the sexual taste of my mother.  I seemed powerless to stop the
kisses, the first in over a week, until Robert broke away from me and
returned to his morning meal.

I worked hard at making myself scarce for the rest of the day -
pleading a migraine headache.  Though, randomly, throughout the day I
heard distant laughter and giggles from my normally uptight mother
while I lay in bed feeling sorry for myself, seething with mingled
rage, humiliation and jealousy.  Only infrequently I would remember
our bargain and what the future entailed when my son completed his
task of turning my mother into his slave.  That did not seem to quench
the jealous rage that coursed through my soul and I felt as if I was
tumbling uncontrollably down a very big hill.

I awoke minutes before midnight - as if my conscious would not allow
me the respite of even ignoring my son's offer.  The clock next to my
bed glowed red, and the minutes slowly passed.  I could hear nothing
in my home, even after the midnight scheduled time.  Were they down
there in the living room right now doing it?  Did I really need to
torment myself to watch?

This was worse, much much worse, than the tramps my son dated.
Beneath my roof, my mother was getting what was rightfully mine!  Lets
consider that for a moment.  My mother, the cold distant bitch that
liked to control all the lives that touched her own.  How could she be
this different woman in private with my own son, her grandchild.  Oh,
her defence may be that he had grown up not even knowing her - and so
it may not be like a grandmother-grandson relationship between them.
But that was all bullshit - I for one, knew what it was like to desire
the forbidden - I've endured for years.  And successfully I may add.
My bitch of a mother could not still her desires for only two weeks.

Something came upon me - and I realized that my son may have
successfully seduced his grandmother, but that was a far cry from
turning that strong willed bitch into a submissive slut.  I may be
'safe' yet.

It was twelve minutes after midnight and I sat up and stared into the
darkness where my door stood.  Why shouldn't I go down there and watch
mother degrade herself for a simple lay?  I've heard how my son uses
his girls many many times - why not see it with the one person in the
world that I've historically hated more than any other?  Sure we may
now be reconciled - but what about in the future?  Why should I just
reveal my knowledge of what she had done with her grandson on her
first trip to my home - how she had used her old chubby body and acted
like a slut!  I can not imagine anything that she would not give up to
keep my information from the rest of her world!

So with malicious intent, and my jealousy in check, I opened my door
and silently made my way down the stairs, through the kitchen and very
slowly through the darkened dining room.  There around the corner was
the glow of the fire from the fireplace but nothing else.

Everything I considered, imagined and planned went out the door as I
heard a low female moan from beyond the couch just before my mother
slowly rose up to a seated position.  She giggled and then I saw hands
come up and pull her thick cotton nightgown apart to get at the huge
white flesh orbs beneath.  They were held up by my son's hands as if
for my inspection, as I could see them intimately.  Mother, meanwhile,
had placed one hand on the back of the couch and dropped her head back
on to her shoulders, eyes clamped shut.

I noticed a little movement of her body, barely noticeable in the
shadows from the fire, but it was obvious that she was rotating her
bottom against my son, he probably inside her.

It was not at all like I had maliciously imagined - she looked lovely
and the setting was romantic.  My heart was near the breaking point as
I watched even though I could barely see anything.

This was how it was to be for me - I should be coupling with my son
before a roaring fire not my bitch of a mother!

"Move that sexy ass grandma!"  My son, unseen.

My mother began to move more aggressively, more up and down movements.
She was starting to moan lightly as well, her mouth opening and
closing almost silently like a fish.

"Hold your tits up slut!"  She brought both her hands to hold up her
breasts, the dark nipples obviously hard and distended.

My son suddenly sat up, I saw his face and his open mouth just before
he latched on a big fat teat.

"Oh... yes darling...!"  Mother sounded delirious, well past the point
of control.  Her consciousness in the blissful place that I have never
truly known but had imagined.

Robert was sloppily sucking and licking those great orbs, moving from
one to the other rapidly.

Her breathing was coming faster, louder and harsher.

I hated what I was seeing but could not turn away.  My son wanted me
for a slave - but in most respects he already had me.  I stood there
watching him fuck my mother and knew how much it hurt me - but Robert
had asked me to watch, wanted me to stand here and see him bone his
grandmother.  It was like silently listening to my son tell about his
latest conquest, how some girl seemed to loved sucking his cock but
had almost no skill.  It as torment but one that I had little ability
to stop.

Then Robert's hands came up and he lifted his grandmothers thick
nightgown, her arms lifting to help him.  There she was suddenly,
naked before my eyes.

My son slapped some hidden part of her flesh loudly and grunted, "On
your knees like a dog grandma!"  Her eyes opened and she looked scared
- nervous but climbed off her grandson and allowed him to stand.

There he was, my son, standing naked in the shadowed light - his hard
thrusting cock obviously just come from my mothers sex, as it was
dripping and wet with her abundant juices.

Though she moved quickly, I caught a glimpse of mothers rubenesque
naked body.  The full dark bush between her legs, such a contrast to
the gray hair on her head, to the fleshy ass to the huge hanging orbs
on her chest.  It was the first time I had seen her without any
clothing on, my family home having been a very prudish place.  The
sight did not affect me, other than comparing my younger and now
well-toned body to her own.  Finding few similarities.

Was Robert enjoying this or only enduring to win me as we had agreed?

The smell - it was mothers sex that filled the room.  And this was one
of the similarities between us - the scent was earthy while almost
sweet.

I saw the top of her white ass above the edge of the couch, and I
watched as my son positioned himself behind her.

At that moment his head turned and he looked right at me and I froze,
even my breathing stopped as he slowly moved his hips forward and I
heard a gasp and a squeal of pleasure from mother.  Still looking at
me, "That feels great grandma!"

He turned back to the raised ass, and began to thrust his hips rapidly
forward and back, the ass bouncing before him while hidden behind the
couch my mother grunted like some animal at each thrust.

Soon the sounds of their aggressive movements echoed from where they
were joined - the loud sloshing of a very wet sex to the hard slaps of
a flat stomach on soft white thighs and ass.

"Tell me what your feeling grandma?"  Robert turned to me and smiled
widely but briefly, his eyes again returning to the task before him.

Between grunts she spoke in short phrases and words, saying things
that I've never heard come from her mouth.  She said 'cock', 'cunt'
and 'fuck' many times.  She told her grandson that she 'loved it',
'loved him'.  She told him, in detail, what his cock felt like in her
cunt, how it moved, how it caused extreme pleasure.  She revealed that
this way, on her knees was new, always considered degrading, was
'delicious'.  She spoke about my son's thumb that was apparently
moving in and out of her raised ass, how he was such a naughty boy to
touch her there, that filthy forbidden spot, but oh how she adored it!

It went on and on, her words cascading between slaps of skin and echos
of juicy used cunt.  She would stop for a few seconds, randomly, and I
wondered if she were having small orgasms even as she built up to one
large climax.

Soon she was begging, calling herself a whore, a slut, a cheat.  All
she wanted was to be fucked to be used by him.  She told him that she
was her new god, his cock her alter.  That there was nothing she would
not do to get it.

For many minutes it went on - my torment.  The words proving to me
that Robert could make this mature woman his slave.  And if he can
turn his own grandmother into his private toy what chance did I have
against him?  She was nearly there - she had tasted the forbidden and
come morning, would want more.  It was but up to him to give or not -
is that not what slaves are made of?  At least in the beginning?

His hand suddenly rose and fell quickly, smacking loudly into her
fleshy white ass.  My mother squealed and then sighed, her words now
begging to be spanked like the slut she was.

Then my mother screamed - loudly and I knew it had happened - that
amazingly huge climax that my son had worked hard to give her.  She
wailed and then her ass fell beneath the level of the back of the
couch - my son falling forward so that he lay upon the soft older body
beneath.

It was an amazing thing to be a witness of, even if only by sound.

In a few minutes my son climbed off the body beneath him and stood
facing the couch and me - his organ still proudly standing at
attention.

Firmly he grunted, "On your knees grandma!"

There was silence for a few seconds before I saw small movements just
over the edge of the couch, as my mother rolled off it to knee before
her grandson.  I saw the top of her messy gray hair, her face tilted
up toward the young man looking down.  "I've never done this before?"
She sounded embarrassed, nervous.

Robert smiled gently and then reached out his hands to grasp his
grandmother's head before he pulled her into his groin.  She may not
have done such a thing before but it was obvious that she endured
willingly.

I looked up into my son's face to see his eyes on me even as the head
covering his crotch moved up and down.  "Thats it grandma - just like
that!"  His hands guiding her, moving her face up and down before him,
fucking her mouth effortlessly.

My son looked like a Greek god and I loved him more than ever before.

I had been offered what I was now witnessing but I had turned it down
- woe to my moronic morals.  I would not have had too endure this
humiliating day if only I had not been so stubborn and accept love and
lust when it was offered by the only man I could consider taking it
from!

I had drove my son to seduce his grandmother - all in the name of
proving his desire for me, to break through that stubborn barrier that
had not allowed me to go beyond a touch or a kiss with the only man I
loved, lusted and desired.

I wanted to be his slave - to be ordered what to do, what to wear.  I
wanted him to spank my ass as he fucked me, moving his thumb into my
virgin rectum even as she pounded lewdly into my cunt.  I wanted to be
the slut I knew he wanted.  I wanted to wake my son with a blow job,
to allow him entry to any of my holes at his whim, to be the slut he
has told me he has wanted me to be throughout the last year.

Instead there was my mother sucking my son's cock - getting what was
rightfully mine and I had no one else to blame but myself!

I did not even care if he fucked my mother or those tarts at his
school as long as I got the majority of his cock.  Hell, given a
chance I would keep his dick so tired that he would not need another
cunt in his life.

Speaking about my son, he was starting to grunt and his hips
accelerating toward that peek.  I came out of my thoughts to watch the
final seconds of my son's pleasure - to witness the inevitable.
Robert suddenly froze and growled like a bear, his hands holding his
grandmothers face against his lap firmly.  Then it happened and I
heard her gulping loudly, choking and trying to catch her breath as
his seed shot into her mouth and down her throat.

I stepped backward - having seen enough - retreating to my room where
I sat on the end of my bed for nearly an hour.

Then, as if the hour had passed in only minutes, I stood and silently
made my way from my dark room and to the door of my son's.  It opened
silently and I slipped in, closing it again behind me.

The room was dark but I could hear his breathing before me, probably
on his bed.  Then his voice caused me to jump, I had thought him
asleep, "Turn the light on mom."

I blindly reached near the door, on the wall, then turned the light
on.  The brightness blinded me almost painfully and I put my hands
over my eyes, taking a full minute before I could open them in the
bright light.

Robert lay in his bed, the covers to his waist, staring at me soberly.

"How did you enjoy the show mom?"

This was not going how I planned - but exactly what had I planned?

"You came here for this didn't you mom?"  He pulled back his blanket
so that his full nude body was exposed.  I suddenly caught a whiff of
my mothers sex still upon the skin of my child.  Most probably
drifting up from his soft soiled cock, not so long from within my
parents sex.

My knees were weak and I felt like falling.  I wanted to profess my
love to him, my lust.  To promise to always be available for him.  Yet
my mouth was dry and the words would not come.

Robert rolled up into a seated position upon the bed, with his feet on
the floor.  "Loose the robe mom."

A blast of excitement shot into my soul and I untied the belt and let
it slide from my shoulders to the floor about my bare feet and all the
while felt like a puppet with my son holding the strings.  Yet, a very
excited and ready puppet - there was nothing I would not do for my son
right that moment.

"Nice mom.  I'm glad you dressed the part."  In my extravagant
fantasies I often dressed the role within my dreams - and so I wore a
transparent nightie that came to mid-thigh and hid absolutely nothing.
My legs were encased in stockings - the kind with the lace elastic
that held the nylon to mid-thigh.  Both of my garments were white and
I knew I looked the 'part' Robert had referred too.  I had come here
to give myself, finally, to my son after all.  To show him that he
need not continue with seducing and submitting his ageing grandmother
when I was willing to concede my defeat.

"Come closer mom."  It was not an order I would ever again resist.
Soon I stood between his spread knees.  He looked up into my eyes, "I
asked you how you liked the show mom?"

I felt the answer was demanded, so replied honestly, "I wished it had
been me."

He chuckled knowingly and I felt my cheeks redden.  There was no
longer any pretence at secrets between us.

"On your knees mom."  I quickly knelt down, my eyes locking onto the
soft member between my sons hairy strongly muscled thighs.  It was
gorgeous.

He grasped it in his large strong hand and held it pointing toward my
face.  "You don't mind that it still has some of grandma's cunt on
it?"  He was being purposely bawdy - for a reason I could not phantom.

I nodded negatively, my eyes locked on it, my mouth watering for it.
I was past the threshold of caring even if it came from my own mothers
vagina barely a few minutes before.  In my new resolution to submit to
my son's desires, and to my own if truth be told, I had realized that
there was no boundaries for my son and I.  It was enlightening - to
give up all pretence of control of ones own sexual being - giving it
to another that you loved and trusted.  Knowing my mothers dried cunt
juices were on his shaft did not bother me in the least.

Hell, if anything, it added to the extreme nature of the moment.

He chuckled yet again and his next comment was a test, "Maybe I should
go dip it into grandma again before giving you a taste mom?"

I tore my eyes from my sons cock and looked into his, "Tell me what
you want me to do my love."  There was no mistaking my tone or my
words - I had gone past the barrier that had stopped me each time
before.

He let his dick go and it flopped to the bed between his legs.  He
laughed harshly, ironically, "Go back to bed mother.  My cock is too
tired even for you."

A flash of humiliation at being rejected after two years of being
pursued and then finally succumbing.  Then there was the fact that I
had dressed in what I knew would entice him - obviously not enough.

My knees quivered as I slowly stood, my eyes now not able to even look
in his direction.

"Mother?"  I stopped before I opened the door, standing silently and
still facing its cold white exterior.

"Grandma was a good lay."  The anguish and the jealousy again welled
up in me and I withheld a sob.  "But I'm not finished turning her into
my slave."  He didn't need to do that any more - I had come to him
regardless of not fulfilling our earlier bargain.  "I will decide our
future at that time."

The tone and his words sounded so anonymous and I tore from his room
and fell into my bed and sobbed.  Feeling closer to damned than at any
other time in my life - that includes when I ran away from home to
have my child.

The next day I woke to a quiet house - the note on the kitchen table
stating that my mother and Robert had gone shopping and did not know
when they would return.  So I cleaned - it was what I did when I felt
at loss.

When mother and Robert returned at seven that evening, even mother
would be hard pressed to find fault with the cleanliness of my home.

As soon as the door opened I heard my mother giggling and my sons
deeper voice making some indefinable comment.  When they came around
the corner into the living room they found me seated with a book
before me and a glass of wine on the table.  I had read not a word nor
had a sip since I had staged this greeting - having waited in the same
spot for nearly three hours.

Mother was holding two arm loads of bags, filled with the booty of
their shopping excursion.  She was wearing a new outfit that had a
skirt that ended just above her knee, and her nylons were white, the
blouse was loose and enough buttons were loosened to expose her deep
meaty cleavage - a month before she would have been scandalized if I
had suggested such an outfit for herself.

As they saw me sitting silent before them on the couch, Robert smiled
widely toward me and mothers smile slowly faded to that of her
normally somber disagreeing gaze.

"Looks like you two had fun?"  My chin thrust toward the armload's of
packages - but mother instantly reddened.

Robert spoke up pleasantly, "We bought a few things for you mom?"

"I'm surprised you two even thought of me today?"  I could not keep
the cold anger from my voice.

My son lost his smile and moved next to his grandmother, his arm
coming around encircle her waist from the back.  "I told grandmother
about you seeing us last night mom."

My mother could not meet my gaze, but instead looked down at the
parcels in her hands while my son challenged me with his firm look.

What else had my son told her?  I sincerely doubted the whole story
was revealed or else my mother would not be so humiliated.  What would
my mom think if she knew that she was the pawn in a mother-son wager -
one where she was to be abandoned for her daughter at the end of her
trip.

"I told grandma you would be cool about her and I?"

I sat there and knew my mouth was hanging open stupidly - what type of
game was my son playing?

Robert turned toward my mother and using his hand to hold and pull her
face toward him and up, he brought his lips down to kiss her
passionately.  My mother did not respond in kind, but was looking at
me out of one eye - perhaps gauging my response.

He finally broke it off and spoke gently toward his grandmother,
"Don't worry grandma, after last night I am sure nothing we could do
would surprise my mother."  She looked at me more boldly now as my son
slowly walked around his grandmother and stood directly behind her,
his face next her her own - looking at me.

Then I watched amazed as my son brought his hands up to encircle his
grandparent - the fingers expertly finding the buttons of her
expensive new blouse.  When she felt this, her reassuring look quickly
faded and she tried to pull from her grandson - his arms where strong
and she was held in a vise.

The buttons were undone to the belt of her skirt before my son pulled
the flaps apart revealing an expensive lace brassier thrusting boldly
from her bosom.  It was obvious to any that even saw my mother from
the side or front that she was extremely well endowed, even if she
tried to hide it with bulky clothing.

Robert spoke firmly and loudly, "There is a new rule in this house
mom... grandma... anything that happens under this roof is to stay in
this house.  Understand?"

My son was fumbling with the front clasp of my mothers bra even as he
smiled widely at me and I started to realize his intent.  "I
understand Robert - I won't say a word about anything you and my
mother do."

Mom, on the other hand, looked ill and kept looking down at her chest
where her grandson was attempting to expose her chest to the fresh air
of our home and to her daughter.  "Now you grandma!"

Robert found the clasp even as my mother mumbled those words, "I'll
never tell another soul about what is happening here."  The heavy
white bra was pulled apart and those huge white globes fell down and
spread wide on my mothers chest.  My son quickly found each globe with
his hands, her flesh overflowing seductively.

My son spoke to me even as he groped his grandmother, "I told grandma
about you mom."  Robert winked and so I sat silent, waiting for him to
continue.  "How you have a different date every weekend - often
bringing them home after the bars close and I listen to you fuck them.
I told her how much of a slut you were mom - how I even saw two men
come from your room one morning.  Then told her how you offered to
blow me if I kept silent - and not tell anyone how many men you have
had - of course I turned you down."

My mother was again looking at me boldly, and I saw her lips move and
a whisper escaped her, "Slut!"

Isn't that calling the kettle black!

Hell, my son had never even felt my bare breasts and here he was
openly stroking my mothers udders before me.

The only thing keeping me silent was the fact that this elaborate lie
revealed to me that Robert had not forsaken me with my mother.  If
anything, he was playing with her while he had the chance.  As she was
leaving in less than a week.  Me, I was his for eternity.

This thought pattern helped me calm my seething jealousy and accept my
son's decision to continue to use this mature woman before me in any
way he saw fit.  It was his prerogative after all - it was the result
of my submissive decision I had agreed upon last evening.

"Do you have a date tonight mom?"  My son was grinning in a
self-congratulatory way.

I nodded negatively.

"Thats too bad.  I was hoping grandma and I could use your bed tonight
- as it is the biggest in the house!"

Mom was looking at me smugly, almost proudly, even as she giggled at
what her grandson had just said.  I doubt mother had ever had a young
man show as much passion or lust at her in her whole life - and that
includes my father!  My son leaned in so that his lips were nearly
touching his grandparents ear, but I still hear the whisper, as I am
sure was intended - "It is not like that bed has not seen plenty of
action.  Right grandma?"

She giggled and looked at me with a challenge.  Mother wanted me to
speak up about their incestuous relationship she found with her
grandson - she wanted to throw her indiscretion back at me.  She was
the parent and it was her prerogative whom she slept with.

Some boldness rose up within me, "I was going to read a while anyways,
so you guys can go ahead and use my bed if you want?"  I forced myself
to smile sweetly.  "I'll curl up here with a blanket when I get
sleepy."

Robert laughed as if this was the biggest joke of the conversation
while my mother was starting to loose that confidence and was looking
nervous again.  "I'll leave the door open in case you want to watch
again mom!"

My mother suddenly paled at the last comment.  So I could not help but
torment her just a little - "Thanks Robert - I may just do that!"  I
forced a wide smile, for my mothers benefit.

My son pulled his hands from his grandmothers naked breasts and firmly
ordered, "Go on up and have a shower grandma, then put on the white
nightie and the white thigh-highs before waiting for me in moms room."

She turned quickly, anxious to escape this twisted conversation to be
sure, and I swore she had a little extra wiggle in her big sexy ass as
she walked away.  And if I had to place a bet, I would wager mother
was not wearing any panties.

As soon as I guessed she was out of ear shot I started a maniacal
giggle to myself - as if finally getting a grand joke.  I asked
playfully, "Nightie?"

Robert came over and dropped onto the couch right next to me - "I
wanted to see her wearing exactly what you wore last night."  He was
referring to when I had come to his room to offer myself to him.  My
son reached out and grasped my closest breast and tenderly fondled me
- "I want you to come watch us tonight."

To be truthful, I had already decided that I would come watch.  If
only as a revenge upon my mother, to humiliate her only a fraction of
what I felt when I left home.

Then something occurred to me, "Will you ask me to join in?"

His face brightened up and he answered honestly, "I would love too!
But wanted our first time to be special and not to be shared with
anyone."

I nodded, suddenly feeling very relieved and full of love for my son.

"Though I can't promise I won't ask you to eat my come out of your
mothers cunt sometime in the future."

I felt a little cold and I shivered before answering calmly, "I
understand Robert."  I did - I really did.  Even such a thing, not
with my own mother though, had been fantasized in my dreams and I had
already resolved to obey and enjoy.

He became serious suddenly, "Don't be too hard on her mom - this is
the first time in her life she has had fun."

Then why was he pushing her boundaries to the humiliation point when
he and I knew she was going to get dumped before she returned home?

Robert kissed me like we used too, a long sloppy tongue lashing that
left my head spinning even while his hand dropped from my breast to
press against my covered groin.  All too soon, Robert stood up and
followed my mother upstairs leaving me panting and quivering with pent
up lust.

I did not even try to be quiet as I ascended the stairs several
minutes later.

The light in my room was on and the door was wide, as promised.  There
kneeling on my queen-sized bed was my mother.  She wore only her white
stockings with the elastic lace at the top.  The nightie was nowhere
to be seen.

Behind my mother knelt my son, completely naked, his hard cock moving
slowly in and out of his grandmother rectum.  Her large heavy breasts
hanging down to my bed, bouncing viciously at each movement behind
her.

I had heard her grunting as I stood in the doorway and it was obvious
by the look on her face that she was enjoying being buggered.

Anal sex had been part of my fantasies for a very long while,
imagining my son using me back there - but I had always wondered if I
would enjoy it.  I had also feared that I would not, that the pain
would be too much and that I would dislike something my son may desire
from me.  Before me was proof that anal sex can be enjoyable, at least
for the woman, and it had to be my mothers first time as well!

Robert slowly turned his head, smiled as he saw me and then said, "Hi
mom!"

Mother immediately closed her drooling mouth, opened her eyes and spun
her head toward the doorway and me.  Both mother and son saw that I
wore only a sheer white lace thong.

Shrilly, "No, no, no, no!  Tell her to go away darling?  Please!"

He had not stopped his thrusts and so, my mothers heavy-set body
rocked with each slam of his cock within her bowels.  "By the looks of
things grandma - mom would like to join us.  Isn't that right mom?"

I knew my son's game and smiled even as I spoke, "I would love too
Robert."

My mom was pleading now, "No darling!"

Robert suddenly slapped his grandmothers large white ass roughly and
barked, "Keep silent grandma!  Did you not say that you would do
anything for me?"

She started to whine, "Its wrong darling!  Please... don't make me do
it!  I want you for myself.  Keep that slut out of it!"

Slut am I?

Robert pulled his hard cock from his grandmothers ass, leaving a
gapping hole.  "So it was all lies, everything we've talked about for
the last three days?"

She ignored me now and frantically spoke over her shoulder, her fear
at loosing the one thing in her life that had made her feel truly
alive was threatening to leave her.  "No darling... everything I said
was the truth.  I'm sorry...!"

"So mom can join us?"

Mother hesitated for only a brief second before rushing out her
answer, "Yes... of course darling... anything darling, anything!"  She
suddenly shifted her eyes to me and it appeared, that she looked upon
me as if for the first time in her life.  I could even see the mixture
of lust and hate in her gaze.

There was no longer any doubt in my mind that my son had won our
bargain.  My mother would do anything for her grandson if she was
willing to let me into their little incestuous circle.

Robert moved his hips forward and his hard dirty cock slipped back
into the gapping hole of my mothers ass.  She groaned out with
pleasure, obviously pleased at its return, her eyes rolling back into
her head.

When the anal fucking had continued in full swing, mother looked right
at me, "I could eat you while your son fucks my ass?"  She was licking
her lips generously and I truly thought she wanted to eat me, hell her
eyes had moved south and studying my trimmed bush through the
transparent thong.  So far under the spell of my child was she that it
seemed like the morals of my childhood had never existed.

Robert interrupted before this farce went any further.  "I don't want
to share you just yet grandma."  He turned back to me and winked once
before he spoke, "Go to my room mom, and I'll send in grandma when I'm
done with her."

I was being dismissed and the two of them returned to their vigorous
and loud fucking, leaving me in the doorway as if forgotten.

The door to my son's room opened nearly two hours later and in stepped
my mother wearing only a nervous and tired smile and her white
stockings.  She saw that I was awake and nervously shifted from one
foot to the other as she mumbled, "Robert told me to help you out."

"You don't have to do this mom.  I'm not a lesbian."

Her demeanour changed suddenly and she harshly replied, "And I am?"

Her reaction took me by surprise and it was a full minute before I
continued, "You don't have to do this?"

Her body language softened and that small smile returned before she
answer, "Robert told me that you had to orgasm on my tongue before I
went to sleep tonight."

My heart was starting to beat faster my sex started to throb.  My
mother, one time the most important person in my life, and rejected me
and my new born baby - now stood submissively awaiting to give me oral
sex.  My son loved me so much as to grant me this gift.  If he did not
want to share me for our first time together then he would see that I
was properly taken care of.  As well, I realized coldly, mother's
offer was Robert's way of proving that his grandmother was totally
within his power.

A shrug was my answer and I lay back, with a pile of pillows beneath
my back and head, and pushed my thong down my strong sexy smooth legs.
When my panty was laying upon my son's floor I spread my legs wide and
wiggled a finger at mother, "Get over here and do what your told
slut."  That was a part of my revenge for calling me the same earlier.

She thought me a tramp, a different man a week, sometimes two - so she
thought this was just another encounter for me.  Instead this would be
the first time I've ever had a tongue between my legs and though I
would not have picked mother to be my first, I was suddenly feeling
rather anxious to discover the intended joys of a good cunt licking.

Silently I thanked Robert and told myself that after mother returned
home leaving my son and I alone, I would thank him properly.

Mother came over slowly, crawling up the foot of the bed until she was
kneeling upon her heels, elbows against the mattress, her face so
close to my sex that I could feel her hot breath.  Had she sucked my
son tonight?  Had she kissed and tasted his delicious tongue as I had?

"Well?  Get on with it you lesbian slut - eat your daughter's cunt!"

My own parent looked none too friendly even as she closed her eyes and
stuck out her tongue.  She lapped at me as I imagined a dog would,
long wet sloppy licks.  It did feel good but I knew it could feel
better - my mother was not doing this from her heart, only doing it
via instruction from her grandchild.

So I reached down and grasped her head of greying hair in both my
hands and stopped her in mid-lick.  "Mother!  If you don't want me to
tell Robert that you could not even do this simple task then open your
eyes and use your lips and tongue to make love to my cunt!"

Mother nodded faintly in resignation and again moved down, her eyes
alternating at looking up into my own to looking down at her work.
Immediately I could feel the difference - every inch of my body
started to warm and the total area around my groin practically
vibrated.

Using her hands, mother spread my thighs further apart and then up, so
that it allowed my heels to dig into my son's bed.  She then
completely ignored my clitoris and tongue-fucked, teased and explored,
both my anus and my vagina.  Within a few minutes I was high with
pleasure, practically out of my mind with desire.

The tips of both her thumbs gently eased my outer labia apart so that
her long thick wet tongue could reach inside me further.  She would
pleasure me as if a small cock, alternating between my ass hole to my
cunt hole.  I wanted her to slip a finger, or two, into either hole -
to roughly tease my clitoris and bring me off - but it was not too be!

The old slut was good - too good to be an amateur.  I hated her guts
right then, knowing that she had probably experienced something I had
not, perhaps even given this type of tongue lashing to another woman
as well.  Was that how she had gotten through all the cold years of
her marriage - with another woman?  Had mother been a hypocrite long
before I even realized it?

She had me humping up into her face, my breathing harsh and ragged,
while my hands clawed at her head trying to draw her tongue deeper
into one of my holes.

Just when I thought my sanity was at stake mother suddenly arched her
neck high and took my clitoris between her lips, her tongue becoming
aggressive against it.  It was more than enough to trigger the
ultimate response and a scream of passion escaped me even as I bounced
about on my son's bed.

My consciousness seemed to fade until the next thing I realized I
could feel the weight of my parent upon me, her warm soft body
pressing into my own.  Her lips, though, were kissing me roughly, her
tongue licking randomly about the skin of my face.

She was doing this when I spoke through a very hoarse dry throat,
"That was incredible mother!"  I wanted to ask her so many questions -
not the least of which was where she had learnt to lick a woman so
perfectly?  Orgasms like that could convince me to forsake men - all
but my Robert of course.

"You liked that did you?"  She had stopped licking my face and I
opened my eyes to see her directly about me.  I could smell my own
scent upon the skin of her face as well as her breath and it
intoxicated me.  My answer to her question was to nod and smile
pleasantly.  "If you never come between Robert and I - I will do that
any time you want?"

I could read my normally very cold and distant mother to see that she
had enjoyed what we had done as well and that she was very serious.
At that second in time I realized I could feel the heat and moisture
of my mothers loins rotating gently against my own, as she lay between
my still-spread thighs.

When I did not answer I saw that her gaze turned anxious, near-panic.
I was Roberts mother - and since she did not know of my willingness to
submit to him - she thought I had the power to disown her from our
home.  Did she not realize that this thing between them was at an end
in only days?

"But you are leaving in a couple more days mom?"

She hesitated and then blurted out, "Robert told me I could stay
longer if I wanted."  Mother seemed suddenly embarrassed and it amused
me.

"And you accepted?"  My hands moved to my own parents fleshy soft ass
and kneaded it wonderfully.  Though my own body was closer to a woman
half my age I realized the sexual attraction of a shapely voluptuous
mature woman.  Mother just felt 'womanly' - sexy.

A nod was my answer.  "He told me that it was up to me to convince you
to let me stay."

My son was turning out to be the crafty one!  "If you lick me like
that any time I want too mom, you can stay as long as you wish!"  And
I meant it - it was such an amazing feeling, my body was still
trembling from the recent orgasm!

Her nervous simile warmed with happiness and the next kiss was tender
and loving.  Not at all like a mother and daughter but rather like two
lovers.  Perhaps my son had finally found the perfect way for my
mother and I to finally come together in a loving relationship.

I had yet to come to grips with the fact that my son was going to
allow my mother to stay with us indefinitely - as I was in the
after-glow of an orgasm and being held and folded by a woman that knew
me better than I thought she did.

When I awoke, I languished in bed and remembered the luscious night
before - the flood of emotions and that incredible orgasm.  Mother was
gone, we had fallen asleep near-naked together, with my mind and body
still humming with pleasure at our recent coupling.

Finally, after reliving the night over and over, I walked out of my
son's bedroom and tiredly made my way down the hall toward the
bathroom.  There at the end of the hall was the open doorway to my
room, and framed beyond that door was my large bed.  Laying directly
in the centre was my son - completely naked, and his grandmother
kneeling perpendicular to him, her face bobbing up and down over his
lap.

It was obvious what they were doing.

Robert saw me from his perch on the bed, "Mom?"

Wearing a half-smile I moved until I stood in the doorway to my own
room and the debauchery that was contained within it.  My son looked
up and down my naked body and smiled a lecherous toothy grin my way.
"Grandma told me all about the deal you two made."

That did not surprise me - Robert was completely in charge in this
household, that much was now obvious.  The agreements I had made with
myself the day before had not changed, and now in this new era, I
wanted him to take me more than ever before.

"Hum... grandma sure knows how to use her mouth!"

I giggled like a teenage girl, my head bobbing up and down in
agreement.  Roberts eye brows lifted in surprise before he began to
laugh with me.

"I'll see you downstairs mom - this won't take much longer."  He
groaned for effect, his eyes closing and his head falling back onto
the pillow behind him.

I was dismissed but I waited nearly a full minute, watching hungrily,
before I reluctantly headed back toward the bathroom.  My eyes had
focused on the face and mouth sucking that perfect hard cock to the
raised full bottom and wiggled in the air - and had considered coming
further into the room and fondle it.  Yet, I had been dismissed and if
there is one thing that has been silently agreed upon in this house,
was that my son was in charge.

The both of them appeared for breakfast at the same time, both dressed
and ready for their day.  We three ate in near silence but shared many
long knowing looks.

When the food was gone and my mother stood to clean up - Robert broke
the silence.  "Grandma, tell your daughter what you are?"

She turned from the kitchen sink and casually replied, "I am a slut
and your slave Robert."

My son gave a half smile and then asked his grandparent while his eyes
did not leave me, "And what is mother to you grandma?"

Strange question, but my mother did not hesitate though her eyes would
not meet my own any longer, "She is a slut and would love to be your
slave - but she is nothing more than your mother to me Robert."  Her
statement hurt more than I would have guessed - but I forced myself to
sit silently and without showing a shred of emotion.  Robert had
something in mind and I had no idea what it could be.  The fact that
he had now revealed that I only wanted to be his private toy was
shocking.

Robert nodded, both sides of his mouth smirking now.

"So mother... have I won our little wager?  Are you ready to submit
yourself to me?"

My son had to know the answers to his questions already but I nodded
affirmatively.

"Do you still have dreams of being my slave mom?"

I nodded affirmatively again and felt my face flushing, though after
the intense orgasm the night before with my mom I had not dreamt a
thing.  "You won our bet honey, I am your slave if you want me?"  I
could feel my hands trembling and grasped my knees to still them.
Could the long awaited day finally be here - would my son take me as I
have dreamt of for years?

"Stand up and come stand before me mother."  I saw that my mother had
stopped cleaning the dishes and stood with her back resting against
the counter while she watched.  I could tell by the look in her eyes
that she did not know what was going on either.

I, of course, slowly stood and strode purposefully toward my only
child.  This was it I kept telling myself.  My whole body was randomly
trembling now and I felt like a little girl before the big bad wolf.

Robert was smiling up at me from his seat at the table.  "Take off
every stitch of clothing mother."

Without a reserved thought, I rushed and fumbled in my excitement to
do as I was asked.  This was it, our future together was to be nothing
but bliss and happiness.  Oh god, I felt like my love for my son
filling me with a hot glow so that I radiated from my skin like beam
of light.

Now naked and standing before my only child, my body trembling while I
feared my knees buckling so that I fell at this momentous occasion, he
turned his head and spoke to my mother.  "Did you not say she is a
slut grandma?"

My mother nodded, "I did darling."

My son took a deep inhale through his nose, "Fuck - she is so wet I
can smell her!"  His hand rose, palm upward and he barked, "Spread
your legs wider mom."  I did and watched as that hand slipped between
my bare thighs and pushed up into my hot wet sex.  I could not help
but gasp with pleasure at the intimate touch - something from a dream.
"She is like a fucking river grandma!"  I again looked at my parent
and saw that she was not smiling at all but looked at what was
happening between my son and I with fear and jealousy.  Thats it bitch
- stand back and see just how two people who are made for each other
act!

Two fingers roughly shoved up within my body and I fell forward with a
sharp scream and had to hold my son's shoulders from falling
completely to the floor.  His fingers began this rhythmic movement
within my sex and I felt the room swirl about as my body responded
just as it would in one of my fantasies.  He asked, after a short
while of finger banging me, "You like that mom?"

Without a shred of dignity or even without a pause, "Oh god yes
Robert!"  It was the first time he had touched my naked loins, it was
the first time he had entered me sexually... and I would treasure this
moment for eternity!

"Good.  Then you have my permission to orgasm."  Heard through sober
ears, the statement was nothing but ridiculous.  But I was anything
but sober - as I was high on the passion that I had let build within
me for the last two years.  My son, the person that I had submitted
myself to in my own mind, was telling me that he wanted me to climax
right now, as his fingers moved sweetly within my body.  It was the
easiest orgasm in my life and one of the most memorable - I held upon
my son's shoulders, within thirty seconds of his statement I began to
buckle and vibrate.  The orgasm shook through me and like a distant
echo I could hear my own scream of passion as blackness engulfed me
into a white oblivion.

It was the rocking of my body against a hard surface before and
beneath me that I first noticed as I rose from unconsciousness.  Then
I felt it inside my vagina - the one thing in this life that I had
thought endlessly about and had given even my freedom so that I could
feel it.  My son was behind me, his cock inside my cunt as she roughly
fucked his mother and I felt tears of happiness roll down my cheeks
from this awareness.  Perhaps this was not how I had envisioned our
first time together, and a little surprised that Robert had started
out new life together this, after his comment the night before - but
now that that hurdle was past, only love and passion was left for my
son and I to share.

I hear my mother very close, "She is awake Robert."

He grunted from behind me, "Good.  Get the oil grandma... no, in the
bottom cupboard."  I heard my mother rummaging around in the kitchen
cupboards and smiled with pleasure - feeling my passion again raising
exquisitely.
  
Then my mother spoke softly in my ear, "Open your eyes darling."  The
light almost hurt as I cracked them enough to see that I was laying
face-forward upon my own kitchen table.  I could feel something about
my ankles and wrists and realized I had been bound to the four corners
- how exquisitely kinky my lover, my son, can be!

I saw my mother standing beside the table wearing nothing but a small
knowing smile.  After our eyes met briefly, she lifted my head by my
chin and brought her lips to mine.  It was a rough possessive kiss and
me being so high with passion I loved it.  Mother shoved her tongue
into my mouth as I felt something cool drop onto the hot sweaty skin
of my ass, between the cheeks of my ass.

The oil!

A hand, I knew not whom owned it, shoved between me and the table to
seek out and tweak my left nipple mercilessly.  Hurt me, use
me... fuck me into oblivion!  I am my son's slave and I had finally
come to the nirvana of my dreams.

Another hand was playing with the oil over my ass, a thumb rubbing
around the harm rim of my anus.  It was delicious and kinky and I
loved it.

In and out... in and out.  My son's cock was fucking me and it felt so
good!  Fantasies can not do justice to reality because I never
imagined just how perfect his dick was, how well we joined together.
Even though I could feel my abundant juices rolling down the back of
my thighs, coating the front of his, my cunt was grasping at that man
meat moving within me exquisitely, almost as if it did not want to let
go.

Mother pulled her face from my own, leaving my face tilted up and my
mouth open obscenely.  Not for long though, as something big and soft
was shoved against it and I closed my lips and sucked upon the nipple
that was offered.  I heard her mutter from above, "Suck it slut!"  Her
own hands were cupping her meaty tits while her hard dark nipples were
shoved into my hungry mouth one at a time.  She feed me with each
teat, just leaving it in my mouth long enough for me to get a good
latch upon before switching to the other.

That thumb was now pressing into my anus, slowly forcing itself into
my virgin passage and I loved it.  Had I not fantasized about this
very thing?  Had I not already revealed that reality far outweighed
fantasies?

"She is about to come again Robert?"  Mother was right, I could
distantly hear my grunts and gasps of pleasure and could almost see
that summit of excitement approach like a physical wall in my
consciousness.

Suddenly that beautiful thick cock within me stopped moving and the
breast was pulled from my hungry lips.  Only the thumb continued to
press into me, forcing my ass to relax and widen.

A guttural whine escaped me, my voice crying out in some unknown
language of lust that was ignored.  When I realized that my mouth was
talking gibberish, I focused my attention so as to say, "Please
Robert... my love, Master... fuck your slave... fuck me... fuck your
mommy...!"  I was ignored, and wondered if my words were still coming
out as gibberish though to my ear they sounded correct.

My son did speak just then, but to my mother, "Get the slut to eat you
grandma."

I watched dispassionately, as if I was watching actors on the
television, as my own mother obscenely placed one foot on the edge of
the table and shoved her crotch toward me.  A hand grasped my head
roughly and shoved me into my own parents wet hot groin.  With
unconscious movements, my tongue slipped out and with luck came into
contact with a hard pulsating knot of flesh - mothers clitoris.  She
gasped and then groaned loudly at the pleasure in our contact.

There was two fingers in my ass now - and it felt strange and
fantastic at the same time.  It was when that beautiful cock also
began to move when my slumbering passion rose again to even new
heights.

More oil was poured over my ass and particularly on the two fingers
driving in and out of my rectum.  I groaned with passion into my own
mothers cunt and thanked whatever god had placed me on this earth with
a son that loved and desired me enough to give me my dreams.

When the cock slipped from my super hot and wet cunt I pulled back my
face, as my head was no longer being held, and gasped out at the loss.
Then the fingers was were removed from my ass and I felt the blunt
smooth hardness press unrelenting into my body from behind and felt a
flutter of fear.  Fear at the expected pain of anal sex, though the
act itself often fantasied about.  My fear was misplaced - oh
certainly there was that initial strange ache as my anus was stretched
but my loving son moved slowly, patiently and with determination.  It
felt different than I had expected, better than I had hoped.

When Robert again started to move, this time pressing the head of his
cock deep into my bowels, my passion quickly returned to its earlier
place and I willingly turned back to the mature sexy cunt before me.
In no time at all, my son was again slamming me as aggressively as he
had done when I came back to consciousness from our first orgasm
together.

God it felt so grand!  I am the luckiest woman alive and I was full of
love for the only man in my life!

I felt him lay slowly over my slippery wet strong ass so that his head
lay near my ear, I tried to turn my head to kiss him.  I wanted to
show him how much I loved this, loved being his slut, his slave.  I
wanted to kiss passionately and with love.

Instead, he grasped my hair in his fist and shoved me back into his
grandmother's sex.  I heard her moaning above me and thought my son
only wanted the three of us to enjoy this moment - perhaps orgasming
in proximity all at the same time.  That would, indeed, be exquisite!
Mom also grasped my head between her legs as her hips pumped herself
into my ready hungry mouth.

It was at that moment that Robert hissed into my ear, "Enjoying
yourself mom?"

My anxious response was muffled by the wet cunt that covered most of
my lower face.  My mother was holding my head steady and actually
humping her sex up and down my face, using my nose and chin to
manipulate her clitoris all the way down to her vaginal hole.
Regardless, the noise I made could not be mistaken for anything but
avid acceptance.

"I am fucking your hot ass that you have been teasing me with for all
these years!"

I wanted to shout out, 'Yes... yes... its yours to use my love... fuck
me... fuck my ass!'  But of course, I could not.

"I thought of having you, using you for oh so long mother."  Yes, yes!
"You always had an excuse until your own mother became what I always
wanted you to become."

My mind was swirling and I was focusing all my consciousness to listen
to my son's words - even though my body wanted to climb the last
distance to another orgasm, loving the new delicious feeling of
getting buggered.  This was important to my son, and thus important to
me and I forced myself to listen through the droning of my passion.
His voice was cold and sober, not sounding in any way as I would have
thought for a moment such as this.

"So when I go to University, I am taking grandma with me..."

What is he saying?  We are to be a permanent threesome?  That is not
so bad I guess, mother had a skillful tongue and doing the same to her
was surprisingly rewarding on my part.  I did not want to share my son
- but he is in control of my future now and I had no reason to deny
him... anything.

"... and you will be staying home."

What?  I tried to pull my head from the cunt before me but three hands
held me firm.  What was my son saying?  A cold realization started to
spread uncontrollably though me.

"You had too many excuses mom?  You made me wait too long for what you
should have given me months ago.  You wanted it - I know you did."

It is not too late Robert - oh god what was he saying?  I did want
it... I do want it!

Oh god!

He began to hiss and grunt into my ear and I could feel the desperate
movements within my ass, knowing the end was near.  My pleasure had
disintegrated and my world was shattering.  I must have been mistaken,
this could not be happening!  My son who had shown nothing but desire
for me all these years... how can he reject me now, when I want
nothing but to make him happy?

The earlier exquisite feelings radiating from my son's cock within me
had altered so that I felt like a piece of unappreciative meat that
was getting tenderized by the repeated banging within my bowels.  No
longer did I even try to pleasure the cunt moving up and down my face
with my tongue - realizing that it was scratching my skin, bending my
nose painfully and was causing my eyes to sting with the juices of her
body.  Then there was the hard table, and my pained ankles and wrists.

My pleasure-filled reality had turned into a nightmare.


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