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It was a typical weekend at the Lawson household. That is, at the very least, what any neighbor would think had they decided to look towards that particular corner of the suburb.
Valerie Lawson was the local super-mom, after all. A bit of irony, considering the boys had long since been able to look after themselves. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for them to be seen coming and going and nobody thought it strange that Riley’s vehicle hadn’t been moved since he had parked there at the end of the previous week.
Within the household, Valerie was busy preparing breakfast as she had always done at the start of the week. A large, Sunday breakfast had always been part of her idyllic vision for her family life. One could call it the ‘homemaker’s privilege’ to set the mood for the entire week by serving her family. This morning, however, she struggled a far bit more than she ever did to manage bringing food to the table.
The table was half-set, the pan still sizzling while the oven’s heat caused a bead of sweat to drip down the length of Valerie’s neck. The mother of one, now slightly annoyed that her morning routine had been interrupted, bit her lower lip and stifled a groan within her throat as she felt Riley’s hips crash into her backside once more.
Valerie was naked, save for the apron held around her waist as she stood almost doubled-over. She hadn’t gotten dressed all weekend as there was no point. Not when the boys would be pawing at her and pulling her clothes off at the earliest opportunity, anyway. So now she stood, almost naked, with one breast having swung free and Riley’s fingertips adding to the ring of light bruises that had grown across her body as the small collective had each grabbed at her with a bit too much enthusiasm.
She thought it cute, perhaps. Their inexperience, for the most part, and total lack of awareness of the gentleness required of them when it came to intimacy. Perhaps that was something she might have given a thought towards teaching, yet…
Valerie moaned softly. “Riley,” she said, “I need to–“
The sound of his hips crashing against her backside only intensified.
Valerie steadied herself against the counter, near which she had positioned herself the moment she had felt Riley’s hands embracing her from behind. She knew his touch – eager, yet impish – and instantly recognized his shape, length and girth as he wordlessly took her from behind. Valerie made good on her implicit promise: she thrust her hips back against the youth’s crotch; she challenged him; teased him; relaxed her sweet, warm cunt so that he could thrust deep, with only the roundness of her backside saving her from the last few brutal inches of his impressive tool.
She didn’t have to say anything else. Riley’s body stiffened and he grew rigid. His thrusting slowed and he held onto her body firmly for just a moment more as Valerie felt him deposit his load within her. She allowed herself a soft gasp as she felt him draw from within her flesh, sighing as he lumbered away, still half-asleep.
“Go wake everyone up,” she said after clearing her throat. “I have some errands to run today…have to get ready soon and…are you listening?”
Riley grumbled a response as he lumbered out of the kitchen and Valerie returned to her routine, unconcerned with the mess oozing along the inside of her thighs.
****
“That’ll be, uh,” the delivery man stuttered as Sean shoved a fistful of bills into his hand in exchange for the pizzas he had delivered.
“That enough?” Sean asked.
“Yeah,” he sputtered, muttering something about change only to find the door closed not-so-gently in his face.
Behind the painted barrier, Sean made his way into the hallway with a stack of seven boxes held in his arms. It only took him a few steps before he could hear it: the stifled moans and wet grinding of flesh sliding against flesh that the trio a mere few feet away had been desperately trying to keep secret.
“He’s gone,” Sean said as he glanced sideways towards the tangle of bodies on the sofa. As if they had been waiting for Sean’s permission, the three resumed their debauchery in earnest.
Daniel’s hand became removed from where it had been clasped over Valerie’s mouth. She, to her credit, had almost made it out of the house. She had gotten dressed in a white, figure-defining dress that left little to the imagination, yet teased the possibility of being see-through, were she to bend over and stretch the fabric across antalya travesti her wide backside.
Yet, Valerie missed her appointments that morning. The several calls that went unanswered in her purse could attest to that.
Instead, she found herself straddled across Gary’s hips as he laid lengthwise and naked across her sofa. His cock glistened as his hands grabbed hold of the half-dressed older woman. Her garment had been hoisted up past her waist, the tasteless black thong she wore pulled aside and bit into her behind as she struggled to grind against him.
Struggled because, desperate not to be outdone, Daniel had given the former pornstar a proper challenge when he had decided to join in. Now with two cocks stretching her cunt in tandem, Valerie could scarcely move. Not when she was sandwiched between them both. Not when the both grabbed her selfishly. Not when they each thrust towards their own pleasure, not working together, not doing anything but using her like the naughty cock-sleeve she had once again become.
She shook. No, she quivered. Valerie cooed but she restrained herself. She had been in this position before. She had been in “worse” positions, though that was nothing but a matter of perspective.
Experience, however, did not exactly make the ordeal any bit easier to endure and, as Daniel rammed into her, stirring himself against Gary’s stiffness and stretching her double-stuffed cunt almost towards its limit, she allowed herself the small mercy of allowing her voice to add to theirs.
****
Evening came and Valerie, for one, was glad the weekend of debauchery was over. Certainly not her first time having been made to satisfy a small group of men for a prolonged period of time, she struggled more than expected to temper their enthusiasm and insatiable appetite for sex.
Still, even young men needed to stop eventually, no matter how much they enjoyed her body and how long they had lusted for it. It was then, after Riley, Daniel, and Gary had left the Lawson home, that Valerie could finally find herself at peace.
She sat upon her bed, the sheets freshly laid out after the nearly two hours of cleaning it took to disperse the miasma of the weekend’s raunchy activities. Her loose-fitting robe was tied snug around her waist and, after a long soak in the tub to soothe her aching muscles and relax the stiffness in her joints, she had decided to wind down, finally, with a glass of wine.
She left her bedroom, sauntering down the hall with a sense of pride. Was it because a few steps back, just outside her bedroom door, she had blown Gary while Riley waited with cock in hand? Or was it because at the end of the hall, near the top of the stairs, Daniel had bent her over the railing and pounded her hard, all while groaning ‘mommy’ in-between thrusts. She smirked. Or maybe…
Valerie paused. She was standing at the door to Sean’s room. It was slightly ajar and her hand was upon it before she could consider why she would enter.
He was on the bed, seemingly asleep, with his white earbuds plugging each ear. When she sat on the edge of the bed, however, Sean’s eyes opened as though startled.
“Oh, mom!” he said. “You scared me.” His laughter was genuine, yet awkward for a reason his eyes betrayed as he glanced away from her robed body.
Valerie smiled. “Oh,” she teased, “now you’re shy to watch. I saw you looking at me all weekend. It’s not like you were being subtle. Everyone knew you enjoyed wat–“
She paused, shaking her head from side-to-side with the heel of her palm pressed against the bridge of her nose.
“Sorry,” she muttered, herself. Somehow, the confident and erotic ‘Veronica’ had not quite been put back into her cage. “I guess we just got a bit carried away this weekend.”
The ‘we’ certainly didn’t include Sean but he didn’t correct her. “I won’t tell dad,” he said quietly. “Just don’t make it a…thing…”
His words trailed off, just as he refused to look upon his mother.
“Why?” she laughed. She tried to be playful, despite the ridiculousness of the situation. She was teasing again. Her hand extended towards Sean’s barely-exposed midriff and made contact an inch or two above the waistband of his boxers. “Are you jealous of your friends?”
She was teasing, wasn’t she? Just teasing. Her eyes glanced toward Sean’s crotch as he laid in just his boxers and a plain white t-shirt. Her fingertips brushed downwards and Sean’s izmir travesti skin sank away from her touch as he drew in breath.
No words were exchanged as she continued. She was aware that she should stop, but she should have stopped a long time ago – before the weekend got so out of hand. Besides, Sean was so hard already.
He gasped audibly as Valerie peeled his boxers away and his cock sprang free. “Shhh,” she silenced him as her fingers wrapped around Sean’s manhood.
Without saying anything else, she stroked her son’s cock. Lightly at first but once his pre-cum began to form at the tip, she felt confident to move her fingers over it and, soon after, massage his flesh with expertly applied pressure.
Sean groaned and turned away. “M-mom,” he muttered, to which Valerie silenced him once more. She began to breathe heavily, not from exertion but because watching Sean write and moan under her touch had made her heated in all the most perverted of ways.
As his hips bucked towards her touch, she leaned towards where he lay. Her heavy breasts swung against the loose fabric of her robe and one of her breasts escaped, which she placed Sean’s hand upon to keep him turned towards her. It took nothing more than that as soon after, his clumsy lips were upon her bosom and, once more, he suckled at her breast.
“Good boy,” she whispered softly as she still pumped his cock. “Such a jealous,” her teeth sank into her lower lip, “greedy boy you’ve turned out to be.”
Her doting upon him didn’t end there. She could feel him throb and bulge within her grip. He was close. Close to spilling his seed all over his stomach and clothing. Valerie couldn’t allow that; not when his friends had gotten so much more.
The bed creaked as she climbed upon it. A final time, she silenced Sean as she straddled his hips and unfastened the robe from around her waist. The fabric fell away, revealing the most important parts of her nakedness, and one hand moved down between her legs. She found Sean’s stiffness, his tip brightly-colored and desperate to explode, and she glided it within her slit. He brushed against her moist lips and Valerie moaned as she felt him slip inside her sore cunt.
Sean writhed under her, moaning, but she didn’t silence him now. Her gasping breath added to his pleasurable grunting as she rolled her hips slowly – back and forth – and placed the warm embrace of her cunt around her son’s tool.
Valerie sighed, perhaps a sigh of relief, as she felt herself envelop Sean once more. Maybe it was his stiffness; or the bursts of ecstasy that escaped his lips as he felt her taking him deep inside; or maybe it was the sheer depravity of the moment. Somehow, unlike all of the sex she had engaged in over the weekend, this finally provided the validation she didn’t know she wanted.
Her body fell forward towards where Sean lay. Unlike his friends, who had been all too eager to thrust into her, Sean remained mostly still. Not accounting for the involuntary jerking movements he made whenever Valerie slid forward along his length before settling on his tool once more.
She raised her hips and rolled them forward. She clenched and relaxed, feeling more intimately connected with her son than she had ever felt before. More so than any mother should feel, but she buried those thoughts deep down until they mixed with the rousing ache spreading from her loins.
“Sean,” she murmured, finding him silent. She called his name again, moaning it as though seeking his response, yet it never came.
Sean had spent the entire weekend watching his friends take his mother without care or concern for whether he was in the room. He had seen her go from the doting mother, to sexy and confident, and finally little more than a whore being passed around and used by those closest to him – sometimes two or three at a time.
Yet, the idea that he would indulge in her body had barely crossed his mind. The way Riley, Gary, and David lusted over his mother, he had thought of little more than jokes. Even finding out her past as a prolific porn starlet had washed over him. That was, after all, her depravity. Now, she was atop him, working her hips with expert fluidity; she was riding his cock and moaning like a whore. In his bedroom. In his bed. In the house he had lived in since birth.
“M-mom,” he whispered.
His hands moved upward as he grabbed her about the waist. It felt silly, not knowing where to touch her even as they fucked. At the sound of his voice calling out to her, Valerie leaned over him fully. Her knees slid outward towards the edges of the mattress and she sank lower onto his frame. Her robe fell open and, for the first time in many years, Sean instinctively took the stiffness of his mother’s nipple into his mouth.
“Good boy,” she moaned. She doted upon him, cradling Sean’s head in her hand even as Valerie bounced her hips up and down. The moment Sean had taken her breast in her mouth, she felt art ease. There was no guilt, or shame, but simply a return to a closeness she hadn’t felt with her family in quite a long time.
That closeness, perhaps what many women her age would seek in the embrace of an outside lover, Valerie found at home. It drove her to thrust more firmly, to clench in time with Sean’s awkward throbbing and writhing hips, to stifle her moaning as he roughly handled her curves and sucked on those nipples that had long grown sore from a weekend of too-much attention.
She shuddered, finally having brought her son to the edge of pleasure and beyond, as she felt him shoot. She stopped moving, though her cunt still stimulated his shaft due to her excitement. More than excitement. Valerie was more aroused now than she had been in months. Perhaps years.
Then the moment faded away just as Sean’s connection broke with breast.
Valerie clutched the front of her robe closed, not sure exactly how to move forward. She knew they were still connected and rose off him, leaving the bed on unsteady legs. She felt his seed as it oozed freely and flowed down the inside of her thighs. Much in the same way she had left his cock glistening with her residue.
She was aware, very suddenly, that her lips were covered in saliva from where she had flicked her tongue over them and hastily wiped her mouth clean. “Goodnight, Sean,” Valerie said as she turned to leave the bedroom.
She got to Sean’s door, left ajar as it was, before she felt his arms around her waist. Wondering to herself when Sean had become this strong, she tried to free herself.
“Mom,” his voice was hoarse. “Don’t go.”
“Let me go,” Valerie begged. “Sean,” her hands pushed downward but his grip was too secure, “let me god, I said!”
Not only was his embrace firm but it was greedy, too. Sean was pulling at her clothing. Pulling her back into him. She couldn’t let him; it was all too much.
Her protests meant little now, however. She had opened this door and as Sean’s bedroom door pushed closed from Valerie’s attempts to steady herself, she cried out in pleasure as he shoved into her from behind.
She was glad now that she was facing away from him. No son should see the expression on his mother’s face as she succumbed to pleasure, even if he was the one giving it to her. Her feet slid apart on the carpet as her hands braced against the wood.
“Sean,” she cried, one hand reaching back to brace his hips, “Sean — ah! — stop!”
Her attempts to get him off her were ineffective, half due to the fact that Sean had only one thing on his mind. The other half being that every word was punctuated by a deep grunt of pleasure that rose from within Valerie’s chest.
He would not, however, let her go. Sean wanted his mother. He needed her, in ways his friends couldn’t have her. If he couldn’t express that with words, he would do so with the relentless pounding of his hips.
The sound of his skin slapping hers with each thunderous thrust filled the room. It bounced off the walls. It practically drowned out his mother’s cries, long after her feeble protests turned into half-pained moans similar to a beast being mated.
He was his mother’s son. And his mother was a whore. That cock of his would cement that fact as he thrusted it upwards, deeper and more savagely than his friends would dare to. He knew, as Valerie did, that only one man in the world could lay claim to having known the intimate depths of her body. And he would cement that now.
With one final, relentless series of barbarous thrusts, Sean climaxed a second time. This time, however, he was not alone as a flood of liquid shot forth from between Valerie’s thick thighs to stain the door and carpet.
She groaned in pleasure. It was low and unfeminine and drunk with a deep satisfaction that so few women could claim to understand.
Valerie thrust her hips back as Sean attempted to pull out. She knew she had to let him go, even if she didn’t want to. It needed to come to an end. That’s what she thought as she straightened and placed a shaking hand on the doorknob. She opened the way to the hall, turning to see Sean left standing at the entrance to his bedroom.
For tonight. At least.
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