Lust or Love?

Truth be told, he wasn't very good at it. He'd gone down on some girls, mostly as tit for tat so he'd get blowjobs, or in a sixty-nine, but he didn't really know what he was doing.

However, Leah knew exactly what she wanted, and she wasn't afraid to tell him. After just five minutes,

he was making her hips buck up off the sofa. He kept at it until she came. He still wasn't that great at it, but luckily, she had an extremely low orgasm threshold at the moment. It also excited her to no end to think that she would be the one to teach him in how to lick a woman's pussy. She'd be able to train him to tongue fuck her exactly the way she wanted him to do it to her. She had no doubt that under her tutelage he'd become a highly skilled pussy licker.

She suddenly sat up. "That was great. In the weeks and months to come, I want to turn you into a pussy licking master. Given how much the girls fawn over you already, it's positively scary to think how many cherries you'll pop once you add expert cunt licking to your repertoire. My son is a super stud!

But enough of that. You've got me hot and bothered, and your stiff boner is going to waste. Let's fuck some more!"

He was shocked at how insatiable she was. He'd always known she was drop-dead gorgeous, but he'd assumed she didn't have a sex drive to match her looks. She'd always seemed more interested in things like making money. Ironically, he had been right back then, but he was wrong now that she'd "snapped."

He said, "Unfortunately, I need to pee and get a drink." "Oh, shoot! Dammit, the fact is, I should do that too."

Even though there were bathrooms just down the hall, they couldn't just go streaking to get to them, because one never knew who might see. So they had to put their clothes back on.

She didn't have a towel or anything like that to clean her cummy face and tits with, not to mention her swampy thighs. She was so far gone into her new role as "fuck slut" that she briefly considered smearing her son's cum all over the office furniture to "mark his territory" as well as get rid of the evidence.

But then she remembered her thong, lying forgotten on the floor. She used that like a towel, and even though it was wet with cum already, there were some drier parts, so she managed to make herself at least semi-presentable.

Still, it was lucky they didn't come across any other people, especially anyone who knew their names, because they both looked freshly fucked and smelled of sex.

But the reward for having to dress up was that when they came back, they were able to perform sexy stripteases as they took their clothes off again. Leah was much better at that kind of thing than he was, since she'd long been into teasing even if she hadn't been so wild about sex. But she greatly enjoyed watching Tommy's very first strip teasing effort.

He was having so much fun that he didn't feel self-conscious at all, not even as he danced like a goof and tossed his clothes all over the room. It dawned on him that maybe something had "snapped" inside him too. He felt no shame, and surprisingly little guilt. He didn't care what was "cool," as long as he was with Leah.

They didn't have any radio or CD player. But he banged a rhythm out on his father's desk and sang "Brick House" by The Commodores when it was her to strip, since she certainly was built like a brick shit house. When it was his turn, she also banged on the desk and sang "It's Raining Men" by The Weather Girls.

They weren't just two people having sex, they were two good friends who loved each other having sex and a hell of a lot of fun.

Soon, they were back on the sofa, with Tommy lying on top of his mother and drilling her hard with his big cock. The only major difference from their fuck session before their bathroom break was she kept

her high heels on this time.

They started slowly, more making love than fucking. But now that Tommy had climaxed three times, his endurance was seemingly endless. Nearly half an hour passed as they cuddled, fucked, kissed, and whispered sweet nothings to each other.

Tommy was beginning to realize that his mother wasn't just in lust with him, but that she was showing every sign of being in love with him too. It wasn't like he had to make a great logical leap with that, since she said "I love you" so much. She kept pledging herself to him in just about every way possible as well, and also happily and proudly called him a "motherfucker" over and over again. It was an awful lot for a horny teenage boy to handle.

I could easily see myself falling in love with her too, he thought. I mean, I already love her as a mom, but I could love her like a wife too. But then what? She's still startlingly young for a mother, at only 34. But that still means she's 18 years older, and it's not like that age gap can narrow later on. It's easy to say that doesn't matter, but it matters. Hell, my 17 year-old dates seem old to me sometimes, not to mention my 18 year old-ones, and I get no end of grief at school about that age difference. And it isn't like we could get married and have kids. Or even be open about our relationship. Shit, she might not even divorce Dad!

He decided not to think about depressing things like that for the time being. But still feeling doubtful, he said, "Mom, one reason why I can't totally believe this is really happening is because you're soooo into it. All this talk about being my 'fuck slut,' and 'my body belongs to you,' and that kind of stuff. I love it, don't get me wrong, but I never expected it from you. So I keep expecting to wake up from a dream or something."

She considered that, and said, "I understand what you mean. Frankly, I'm surprising myself too. The thing you have to realize is that I'm a very passionate and driven woman. I wouldn't say that I never do anything half-way, because I sometimes do. But when something fully catches fire with me, and I really get into it, I go aaaaaaaaaaall the way. That's how I've managed to rise up the corporate ladder so fast. Now I'm turning that same intensity and drive onto having sex with you."

"Wow. Now that you put it that way, it doesn't seem so out of the blue. Cool!"

They were still fucking slowly as they talked. But, inevitably, the fucking pace sped up and intensified as their passions rose. They switched to a cowgirl style, where she did most of the work.

He found himself gaping in awe at his mother's mouthwateringly hot and stacked body as she bounced rapidly up and down on his hard monster cock. Her eyes were closed and she had an expression of bliss on her face as she completely lost herself in the intense pleasure soaring through her. She didn't even realize how her big tits were wildly bouncing against his chest as she continually rammed herself up and down her son's long length.

He could feel her long smooth legs pressed against his bare thighs as she straddled him, her pussy always clamped tightly around his cock as she fucked herself silly on his dick for what seemed like hours of non-stop orgasmic joy.

After a while, her left hand played roughly with her clit, causing her to fuck herself even more wildly as she was pleased by both his dick and her hands. Her face contorted once again in ecstasy. One minute, she was throwing her head back while groaning and moaning, and the next minute, she was wildly shaking her head from side to side as she screamed lust-filled obscenities and entreaties to fuck her harder and deeper.

The sight of his busty centerfold-worthy mother seemingly riding him harder and faster with every twisting and churning thrust of her hips made him want to cum hard and soon. He found himself

thinking about her big tits instead of her hot pussy for a while.

Leah's tits were simply amazing, and everyone knew it. They were huge, and soft yet firm, and without much sag for her age. It helped that they had started so high on her chest when she was younger. They were still bouncing wildly up and down, sometimes in unison and sometimes independently of each other. Occasionally, he reached up and tried to temporarily still them with his firm grip, but most of the time he was happy to watch them bounce around in time to her up and downward thrusts as she energetically and repeatedly impaled herself on his dick.

The very fact that his mother was so perfectly endowed was bringing him closer to climax. To play with a busty woman like that for one night was a dream come true. But knowing that he'd be able to touch and play with her "twins" anytime his father wasn't around was almost more mentally stimulating than his mind could handle.

"OH YES! YES! Ooooooh Tommy, my BABY!" Her screams dropped into a loud purr as she looked down at him, her left hand working furiously on her clit as she slid quickly up and down his hard cockmeat. "I can't tell you how much I love your dick, my hunky motherfucker! It feels so fucking good! Promise me you'll never stop fucking me with it! I want you to make me fucking TAKE IT!"

"Fuck, Mom! Never! I love your entire fucking body!" he exclaimed, lifting his eyes from her body to her face long enough to see her smile teasingly as she groaned again, her fingers working harder as her hips made quick, small circling motions. "Your tits are fucking amazing! I've never seen such big, firm jugs before!" He reached up to cup her tits yet again.

As his fingers sank deeply into her spongy tit-flesh, she groaned with profound satisfaction. She moved her hips like she was churning butter, deliriously happy at how he was roughly squeezing her melons and pulling on her nipples. He may not have known much about pussy licking, but he certainly knew just what to do to a big pair of tits, thanks to all the hot and busty girls he'd fucked already.

They were the picture of lust, fucking wildly on the leather sofa in Carl Bryton's office.

"UGH! UH!" She once again locked her eyes on his and purred at him. He was pretty quiet during sex, but she was learning that she loved to talk up a sexy storm when she was with him. "I love the way you fill me! Who's your fuck slut now, baby?" Her head fell back again, her long black hair reaching down to his knees behind her.

Her voice grew louder as it seemed she was hit with a powerful new thought. "I want you to claim my cunt! Take it! Mark it! Drill it! Fucking OWN it! PROVE that you own every inch of my body, by fucking me into complete submission!"

Suddenly, she moved her hand from her clit and leaned forward. Her tits mashed hard against the palms of his hands as much of her weight was pushed onto them. Her hands grabbed tightly onto the back of the black leather sofa, and she used it for support to allow herself to fuck his dick even harder. She was desperately fucking herself to another orgasm.

With the feel of her tight, hot hole, not to mention her boner-popping words, he knew that he too would cum soon.

"UGH! Come on, baby, come on! Fuck your mother! Fuck a baby into me! Fill me with your boiling hot baby batter! Tommy, you fuck a baby into your cock-hungry mother this instant, and that's an order!" She growled aggressively at him, her face inches from his. "Fuck! I need this sooooooo badly! Give it to me!"

He couldn't even form any words, his heart was leaping from his chest because he still couldn't get his head around the fact he was actually fucking his gorgeous mother. But more than that, he was

continually stunned at just how good a fuck she was! Being a big sports star in his school, he just about had the pick of any girl he wanted, except for those going steady. He'd fucked some sexually talented girls in the last year or so. Most of them were a year or two older than him, and even more sexually experienced, but none of them had been anywhere near as fun to fuck as this amazing woman who was relentlessly grinding down on his stiff cock as though her life depended on it.

Leah pushed herself back so she was sitting straight again. Her son's fingers were still full of her tit- flesh, unaware that their climaxes were coming soon. She reached up to grab her hair in her hands. She piled it on top of her head just to stun him with an especially arousing pose, as she continued to bounce on him like he was a bucking bronco.

He was once again amazed at how long he'd lasted, but his mother seemed to inspire him to previously unimagined sexual feats. However, with the intensity of her fucking and the sight of her gloriously toned body, he realized that he was almost done.

"Oh yeah! You're such a fucking STUD, baby! Fuck me! Fuck your mom!" She groaned without looking down at him, sliding her long black hair all over her head with her tightly gripped hands.

Then, once again she suddenly moved, unable to stay in one position too long because her body was so charged up with energy. Her slim hands fell down to grip her tits on top of his already mauling hands. The sight was simply awesome.

"Oh baby, you nailed me to your father's desk so good!" She purred as she helped him roughly squeeze her heaving tits. "I guess you're really showing me just who owns my hot and needy cunt! You wanna fuck me in his bed too? Prove that you completely own and control your fuck slut! Fuck me in every room of his house, and in his car too!"

"Shit! Fuckin' A! Mom, you're gonna kill me!" He could feel the familiar shortness to his breathing and he knew he was going to blow soon. He began thrusting his hips harder upward, using her tits to roughly pull her down onto him as he thrust up into her.

"UGH! HNGG! UH!" She groaned as he pulled her down hard, "So big! So big! Fuckin' COCK! Motherfucking motherfucker!" She breathed and moaned desperately as her guiding hands made sure he twisted her nipples aggressively.

He felt the tingling signs in his tightening balls that his climax was mere seconds away. Lust took total control of him. He let his hands drop from her bouncy tits to roughly grab her waist. He needed to fuck her harder and faster, and his new grip helped (even though she was still doing more of the work than he was).

"Fuckin' baseball bat! Fuckin' COCK LOG!" she exclaimed loudly as she groaned as another of her downward thrusts was met by one of his powerful upward thrusts. "I've never been fucked so good in my life!" She groaned again.

He suddenly growled aggressively, "Tell me, am I bigger and better than Dad?" Even though he knew the answer already, he wanted to hear her say it. He thought he could trick her into giving an honest answer while she was too horny to think straight. He hoped she answered quickly though, because he'd crossed the point of no return and it was a huge and painful effort just to hold off a few more seconds.

At the mention of Carl, she seemed to shift into overdrive, getting even MORE turned on by the thought of cuckolding the man she'd been entirely faithful to until a couple of hours ago. She screamed and grunted from the hard impact of her pubic bone slamming with a loud slap against the base of his dick.

He feared he'd waited too long to pose the question, because his climax was coming like a tidal wave

rushing towards a crowded beach

But then she screamed, "YES! YES! YOUR DICK IS SOOO MUCH FUCKING BIGGER AND

BETTER THAN YOUR FATHER'S!" She groaned loudly, squeezing her big tits and mashing them roughly together, even as Tommy tried to keep holding onto her waist. "HE'S... UGH! ... HE'S SIX INCHES AT MOST! AND YOU'RE NINE! AND YOU'RE SOOOO MUCH FUCKING BETTER THAN HE IS IN EVERY WAY! MY PUSSY WAS CUSTOM BUILT FOR YOUR HUMONGOUS COCK! HNNGG! UH! ... OH GOD, DEAR GOD, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUUUUMMMMMMM!"

Her last loud scream used up all the air in her lungs, leaving her frantically gasping for air. She slammed down hard as she yelled "CUM," grinding her tight pussy down on his raging dick, trying to force every last fraction of an inch into her.

Finally, he came.

She felt him shoot into her, right as her own massive orgasm was hitting a peak. The timing could hardly have been any better for both of them.

But even though he was shooting off deep inside her, their fucking wasn't done. Both tried for one last burst of effort to take their orgasms to another level.

She rode her son's dick as hard and as fast as fast as she could, bouncing wildly and groaning and screaming lewdly as she held tightly to her tits, squeezing them hard and roughly. She loved how each of her downward impalings was always met by his equally hard upward thrusts. Their bodies were in sync in every way.

The outside world disappeared for her. Even the room around them ceased to exist. There was absolutely nothing in her universe except for the big dick in her pussy and the amazing amount of pleasure it was giving her.

Suddenly, her stomach tensed, her pussy trembled, and electricity began to tingle through her body. She thought she'd been cumming already, but it was like an even bigger orgasm pushed her previous orgasm out of the way and took over. Again and again, she completely impaled herself on every inch of his big monster.

She screamed like she was truly dying as she felt the flying squirts of her son's hot, thick, and sticky cum fill her pussy. She imagined it coating her insides and shooting straight into her unprotected womb to knock her up. Even her latest orgasm doubled in power and intensity. She let out another wordless scream of complete ecstasy.

No words could describe how good she felt right then as her orgasm wracked her entire body. She shook uncontrollably as she came. She would have fallen off the couch if he hadn't been holding her tightly by her narrow waist.

Just like the last time he'd emptied himself into her pussy, it seemed like time crawled almost to a standstill. She knew on some level that their simultaneous orgasms could be measured in seconds, but the ecstasy seemed to go on for minutes or even hours. Still, her son's dick kept shooting cum deep into her yearning pussy, emptying his balls into her in an endless stream of creamy seed. Her pussy hungrily drank it all in, filling up with her son's sticky goo.

Eventually, her scream slowly quieted into wordless moaning, and she fell forward. There was no strength left in her body. She couldn't even raise her hand if she'd wanted to. Her big tits pressed against her son's chest, and they heaved as she gulped for air.

They both just lay there resting, totally exhausted but totally satisfied.

But the night was far from over. If nothing else, they were still at the party, and they still needed to get home and safely to their beds without Carl anything.