Having sobered up some on my third day at the cottage, reality set in and I had to face what I was letting my son do to me. I had brief feelings of guilt, my strict Catholic upbringing kicking in from time to time. Then I would think about what it felt like when I woke up that first time and felt his hands on me. The thrill of wanting him to do more, actually spreading my legs for him so he could touch my pussy. Heat filled me and guilt be damned, I wanted to take it to the next level.

Just knowing that my son James only 16, was sexually attracted to me was a turn on in itself. That I actually sucked his cock and let him fuck me…it all seemed like a dream. Of course, it didn’t help that I was drunk as a skunk both times. I let the surreal memories roll through my head just the same and pondered the possibilities.

I even considered bringing my ex-boyfriend into the picture. Billy and I had a turbulent relationship from day one and for the next two years we always seemed to be at odds. The thing that kept us together so long was the hot sex. Billy was one of the few people I ever really opened up to sexually, revealing my innermost fantasies. He and I had no secrets.

Billy liked to whisper erotic little stories in my ear while fucking me. He would push all my buttons, having a real talent for sensing my responses, always knowing which direction to take the fantasy. Together we crossed many boundaries, mostly in spirit, and in doing so we came to know each other’s darkest desires. Even his ex-wife of 12 years didn’t know what I knew. Certainly, no one knew things about me that he knew.

Once, while working me up, he started by running through a favorite of both of ours about him bringing a friend from work home and having me be fucked by him. The storyline was effective enough, but when he started going into detail about his friend’s massive cock I sensed a twist coming and something about the way he told it made me think it was going to be good.

Sometimes when Billy would hit on a trigger, in this case this friend’s massive cock, his fantasy could take a left turn and evolve into something else entirely. Being attenuated to each other’s level of sexual arousal, if one of us got in the zone, the other tuned in on the vibe and kept pace accordingly. Billy was definitely entering the zone and I felt my excitement heighten in anticipation.

He dropped his bombshell by asking how I’d like to watch him suck that cock. I let him know in no uncertain terms that I would LOVE to watch him suck that cock and that I wanted to hear more. He had never gone down this road before and it was new and exciting for me. Billy didn’t stop there. He kept saying how he really wanted to suck that cock until his mouth was filled with cum. Then he jumped again.

Out of nowhere he says, ”I knew someone who used to suck his daddy’s cock.” He was really liking this. His whisper hoarsened with pure animal lust and he began thrusting harder into me. ”yeah, him and his daddy sucked each other’s cocks and his mom never knew. He liked it too..”

I absorbed this and it was fucking hot in my book. In the span of a few seconds I considered how these events may have began and how it must been, the two of them sneaking sucks. Hey, your dad needs you in the basement…yeah he needs you all right as he has his fat dick out waiting for your hot mouth. And the reverse, a grown man gobbling his sons young cock, greedily trying to suck the cum out of it before mommy comes.

As the last thought passed through my head, it was my tipping point and my pussy gushed. Must have been following the same thought process because at the same moment I felt him ejaculate into me with a force I never recalled feeling before. I looked at him and a light bulb went off.

“Billy, was it you?...”he grinned shamefacedly. “ I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time, I wasn’t sure how you would take it..are you okay with me still?”, uncertainty present in his voice.

“okay? Do you happen to notice we’re lying in a fucking lake of my cum? Hell yeah, you gotta tell me more!” and he did. Despite the powerful orgasms, we were slowly fucking again as he told it and we did cum again as he finished.

Basically, when he was 12 or 13 he and his father used to go camping a lot. They bonded (to say the least) and young Billy felt comfortable broaching any subject with his dad. Being at that age, he had questions about masturbation and his father explained it all to him and let him know it was normal and healthy. According to Billy he took this to heart masturbated openly that night in the tent. When his father spoke up, Billy pointed out that it was natural and healthy. He then asked his dad if he could watch to see how his dad did it. Seeing no harm his father indulged him.

Billy had never seen his dads penis before and when his dad dropped his pants Billy was awestruck by his massive organ. I now knew where the massive cock from the fantasy came from and what triggered Billy’s coming out. As the story continued (this where new found ourselves fucking again) Billy saw his dad become erect and wanted very badly to touch it. Billy’s dad allowed him, not expecting Billy to take such pleasure in pumping it up and down. I guess seeing his sons hand wrapped around his cock, working it, combined with the excited look in the youngster’s eyes, was too much for the man. He got caught up in the moment and as his climax approached he lost control and pushed Billy’s head down on his cock telling him to suck it. Billy barely got the big head in his mouth when a geyser of cum erupted in his mouth. (this where we started fucking HARD) Billy claimed it was exciting and wanted to do it again. His father, feeling bad about forcing his sons mouth on his cock, felt that the only way to make up for it was to return the favor. He and Billy spent the next several days making cum.

I ran the whole Billy story through my head because I knew Billy would have an answer. There were parallels here, a child and parent, incestuous desire between them. Of course, the circumstances were different, but the bottom line was they were all close family members, crossing boundaries, breaking strict taboos. And they liked it.

Also, more than once Billy suggested that I “throw my son a bone” as he put it. He clearly got turned on by the thought of me having sex with my son. At the time, I’d never think it. I usually got uncomfortable at the suggestion and insisted he not go there. Billy respected my wishes, but it was never far from his mind and he would try to catch me when I was mega turned on, and then slip it in. Only once was I too far into my erogenous zone to resist and I admit I indulged the fantasy, and yes, I did cum hard.

I wondered if secretly I did want it all along. Maybe that’s why I succumbed so easily to my sons affections. Again the fact that my son fucked me entered my mind and the heat returned.

Time to plan….Billy would just have to be left out of this one. Maybe I’d call him when it was a done deal. He probably deserved that.

Okay, I knew what to do to snare the boy. Lilly, my 17 year old daughter would be gone again. Just he and I. This night I would pretend to drink, maybe downing a few, but not getting shit faced. I would wear a nightshirt, no panties and after stumbling in past him, I would fall flat on my face, legs spread, ass cheeks showing, and most importantly, pussy bared. Right there waiting for him to do as he will.

Naturally, I will be comatose, probably letting him spend a good deal of time on me. I may as well enjoy some more hard teenage cock while I’m there. The position almost guarantees a straight up fuck from behind. With luck, he might try my ass,,,hmmm, now there’s a thought.

Great, I got him with his dick wet. Then what? Anger? Outrage? Understanding? Lust? Should I have a talk with him, leading him into a situation where I offer sympathy then more sex to help satisfy his need? Or should I take a dominant role, saying things like “you want IT?” before cramming his face into my pussy, making him eat me until I say when. Both ideas have merit.

Maybe I shouldn’t play games. Maybe I should ask him into my room for a chat and tell him what I know and let him know of my desires. That seemed better, but it would involve me admitting a mothers lust. No I’d rather play dumb and do it the other way. Sympathy. Poor boy, needs pussy bad, want mommy to suck it for you? Mmmmm that sounded nice.

Okay, show time. I went through the motions, feigning drunkenness. I stumbled around and fell as planned. I could feel the air on my pussy and knew it was visible. Okay, now the wait. He was in the TV room watching a late Movie. He must have seen me pass by. Still, I knew I might have to wait awhile to make it seem real.

About twenty minutes passed before I sensed someone standing over me. I felt a hand shake my shoulder. Once, twice and a third time hard. We passed the acid test, now for my pleasure…

Sure enough, a soft touch lifted my shirttail. Fingers caressed me gently…oh yeah; here it comes, into my pussy they go. I’m so wet I hear squishing as I get finger fucked. The fingers finally depart and I grow impatient for my cock.

A pleasant surprise as I feel hot breath just before a tongue probes. Despite myself, I moan loudly. It doesn’t seem to deter him as my pussy get’s royally eaten. I don’t last long and cum loudly, no longer feeling the need to fake unconsciousness.

Choosing this moment to launch my attack, I lift my head and turn to face my molester…

Oh…my…God…

Instead of my incestuous son James, I see Lilly kneeling over me, my juices wet on her face. Despite my shock, a tingle of excitement shoots through me as visuals of my face buried in her 17 year old pussy run through my mind…Mmmmmmmm. I decide to stick to the original plan, except it’s Lilly that needs mommy’s sympathy…and attention.