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Pet Mommy: DP Slut

... and fast, and I collapsed forward. As I continued to ride the orgasm, Michael returned to pounding me hard and after a couple more minutes I felt Michael come in me for a second time this morning. "Fill me with your cum, baby," I moaned, loving feeling my son explode inside of me. Once he was spent, he slipped out and I felt his cum instantly begin leaking out of my freshly fucked cunt. "I love you, Mom," he said, collapsing on the bed and wrapping his arms around me. "I love you too, son," I replied, feeling so safe and secure in my son's arms. I closed my eyes and faded back to slumber, feeling content and warm in a way I had not felt in years. ..... When I woke up, Michael was gone to school and I reflected on what I had done. Many times in my life the day after has been an 'Oh my God I can't believe I did that,' followed by anxiety and guilt. Surprisingly, after committing such a taboo act against society's standards, I felt no guilt, no anxiety, just an odd equilibrium. The rest of the day was busy with a few houses to show and it was almost five before I got home. Michael and Frederick were playing some killing video game as usual. Seeing my son through the eyes of a lover made everything different. He was no longer my shy, geeky son, but was now a sexy, well-equipped stud who I loved with all my heart and soul. I loved him as a son. I loved him as a lover. I loved him as the sweet young man he had become. I loved him as the dominant Master he was capable of ...

... transforming into. I loved him unconditionally and even after less than one day the line between mother and lover was greying and merging into a murky mix of confusion. I left the boys alone and made supper even as I craved more of the powerful intimacy of the past twenty-four hours. I asked, "Is Frederick staying for dinner?" "If I may," Frederick replied, polite as always. "Of course, you are always welcome for dinner, Frederick," I smiled while quickly giving Michael a look that hopefully implied I was hoping to have him for dinner. During supper, I slipped my heels off and moved my stocking-clad foot between Michael's legs under the table. At first touch Michael gave a surprised gasp, followed by a slight smirk. I slowly rubbed his cock through his pants throughout dinner which clearly had him distracted by his lack of complete sentences throughout dinner. Dinner done, I cleaned up, as the boys returned to their video game. Just as I was finishing putting the last dish in the dishwasher, Michael came into the kitchen. He walked over to me, a devious grin on his face. He unzipped his pants, pulled his stiff ready to go cock out and pointed at it. "Get sucking, Mommy." "But Frederick is in the other room," I protested, surprised by his forwardness. "Was I asking your opinion," he asked, putting his hand on my shoulders. Like a good submissive, I allowed myself to be lowered onto my knees. Thankfully, my kitchen island would block our act of incest if Frederick walked in unannounced. ...