Her Son Moves Back Home and Brings His Girlfriend Along — Now Mom Wants Her Too
Enjoying a non-traditional marriage is one thing, but was this going too far?
Caroline Strome was enjoying the turn in her married sex life, well, that’s a lie — she loved it. But a few years ago, things were getting stale in the marriage, the fallout from a busy life.
Both had looked forward to their sons leaving the nest. Brandon, their eldest, was already across the country in Annapolis, having joined the Navy ROTC program. Their younger boy, Dillon, was a bit more aimless, slouching his way through one major, then switching to another at Penn State.
With the boys gone, she and her husband, Todd, rekindled the passion in their sex lives, and Caroline recalled the night they hit the switch from vanilla to fire engine red.
Caroline wasn’t sure where it came from, her dirty talk during sex that night. But from how Todd was firing his cock inside her, slapping his thighs into hers, with her hands laced together behind his neck and legs spread wide open, her imagination was stretched as well as her pussy.
“Todd, mmmm — yes baby, fuck me hard! I love when you fuck me like this,” she moaned as he pounded her with all his 230lbs. “Todd, I want to tell you a secret.” And when she looked at her husband’s face, his eyes sparked with curiosity.
“Tell me, " Was all he said, but he did so in that authoritative tone he’d used on the boys to smarten them up — that voice always made her a little wet.
“Last week, Julie told me her boyfriend wants to fuck me.”
Todd bottomed out inside her pussy and held his cock deep, grinding his pelvis into hers. She felt his thick cock grow harder.
“Does that excite you, baby? Does it excite you to hear your wife tell you another man wants to fuck her? It’s okay, baby; tell me if you like it.”
“I like it.” Her husband answered, then he kissed her hard and deep, his tongue swimming inside her mouth, his cock digging out her pussy. Then, he pulled back and raised himself to have a good look at her.
Caroline was a little overweight, but she wore it well. On the smaller side, her breasts still sat high, her nipples as sensitive as ever, protruded thick and pink like pencil erasers, but her legs had always been her best asset. Tiny, high-arched feet and nicely defined calves, and her thighs were thick but firm. And she wore dresses as often as possible to show them off.
“What did you say?” Todd asked, taking her ankles in his hands and slowing the piston-like pace of his cock stroking his wife’s nicely groomed kitty.
“You know, Julie,” Caroline answered. “She’s always been on the wild side. Loads of rumors. I asked her when he made this confession to her. She leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, ‘when he was fucking me.”
“Fuuucckk!” Todd moaned, then he began fucking his wife harder and faster.
“Does it excite you? Did you like hearing that, baby?” Caroline asked, feeling her pussy flood with new wetness. “Do you want to know what I told her?”
“Yes, it excites me. You excite me; keep talking.” He answered.
“I told her they would have to come over, have dinner, get me drunk, and then she would have to fuck you if she wanted me to fuck her boyfriend.”
Todd moaned and emptied his load into his wife’s soaking pussy.
“Is this something you want to do?” Todd asked, still fucking her with heavy, deep strokes.
Caroline sucked her lips between her teeth and answered, “Only if you do, but yes, I would love to show you how naughty I can be. And Julie is sexy and slim. I’d enjoy watching you fuck her.”
Over the next few nights, they expanded the scenarios in their sex talk. Both of them were excited by the idea, especially seeing how Julie and her boyfriend, Ray, were only in their early thirties while Caroline and Todd were into their mid-fifties.
A week later, they had the young couple over for dinner.
And they all fucked before dessert.
Fast-forward a few years, and the otherwise normal, next-door-neighbor couple regularly added sex partners to their bedroom games. Even more thrilling for Caroline was that in the last year, Todd had encouraged her to wander out on her own.
She had more free time during the day, and Todd felt he was slowing down but didn’t want to hold her back. It was the opposite. He wanted her to experience more. More freedom, more fun, more sex.
In the last six months, Caroline doubled her number of sex partners from the previous year.
She would occasionally be the plaything for a couple, but the menu of men ready and available for casual sex seemed never-ending.
Caroline had never felt sexier in her life. And never so loved for it.
But a month ago, the cock parade to her bedroom was halted unexpectedly and abruptly.
Having had his fill of university lectures and exams, Dillon decided to leave school to intern for a marketing firm. He asked to move home to help with the cost of living since he’d earn nothing during the internship. His only income would come from waiting tables at a high-end Italian restaurant in the city’s trendy Arts District.
Of course, they said yes and welcomed him home.
Two weeks later, Dillon announced that his girlfriend, Kelsey, who’d finished her year at Penn State, would move in with him for the summer, staying until the dorms re-opened in the fall.
It was shortly after this that the trouble began.
Kelsey was stunning. Standing about 5'9, with long, auburn hair, perfect medium-sized breasts, and a marvelous ass. She was fresh as sunrise and smelled like lilacs. She was exceptionally kind and sweet, always helping with meals and cleaning and never saying a bad word about anything.
Unless she was getting fucked by Dillon.
The pair were young and fucked often and with abandon. Some days they barely made it through the door before dashing downstairs and into their bedroom. Other times, it was quietly coming late at night, when they’d often shed their clothes and inhibitions in the basement’s living room.
Caroline tried to ignore it, but the sounds of sex were unmistakable, and with her libido seemingly always at its peak, it was too much temptation. So, she found herself standing on the stairs listening to them fuck, or even tiptoeing down the hall and leaning against the wall a few feet from Dillon’s bedroom door. And with her eyes closed and her fingers rubbing her pussy as she would cum as she heard Kelsey crying out in pleasure at her son fucking the young woman’s brains out.
She knew it was wrong, but Caroline couldn’t help herself. She could tell how wet Kelsey got from Dillon’s cock. And the things that sweet girl said! “This pussy belongs to you,” or “You own me. I’m your whore, your slut,” or her personal favorites, “You fuck me so deep I forget how to talk,” and “You’ve got the nicest cock I’ve ever seen.” That last one made her feel a tinge of pride in her son’s endowment, and though she hadn’t seen her son’s cock since he was a child, if he was like his father, then Dillon was doing alright.
Then things turned one night after standing downstairs, making herself cum to the sounds of Kelsey’s dirty words and lurid declarations. Caroline had barely made it upstairs before the pair exited their bedroom. A moment later, Dillon and Kelsey dashed upstairs and into the kitchen, laughing in whispers at needing to forage for food after their amorous activity.
The kids didn’t expect to see Caroline standing there.
Dillon was wearing only boxers, his cock still noticeably aroused, hung thick behind the cotton shorts. Kelsey wore even less, a practically see-thru knit top that barely reached her toned hips but failed to cover her hairless pussy. Caroline pretended not to notice before Kelsey hid behind Dillon.
At a loss for what to do or say, Caroline responded on instinct — as a disapproving mother.
“Ah-hum, okay, kids, this is a little awkward and embarrassing for all of us,” Caroline spoke up, “But since we’re all standing here, I might as well say it.”
Dillon and Kelsey looked at one another and waited for Caroline’s words.
“I understand you’re young and full of life and all that, but how do I say this? You fuck too loud. I can practically hear every word, and there’s no mystery to what you two are doing with Kelsey’s vocal play-by-play.”
“Okay, mom, I get it,” Dillon responded. “And I’m sorry, but to be honest, no matter what we say, it’s not going to stop. So, we’ll try and keep it down, but I don’t want to be shamed for having a healthy sex life.”
Caroline rolled her eyes, thinking, “My God, if you only knew that your mother was getting spit-roasted by your father and another cock last weekend!” But answered by saying, “No one is shaming either of you for anything. Just remember, this is our home, not yours.”
Dillon stepped past his mother, opened the cupboard, snatched a bag of potato chips, and then grabbed the jug of water from the fridge. Standing beside his mother, Dillon shook his head and, with some anger, said, “That’s pretty harsh, mom. Thanks for making Kelsey feel so welcome!”
Caroline bristled at her son’s words and fought to keep her temper in check, not to unload on her ungrateful son.
“Come on, Kelsey,” he said to his girlfriend, who stood behind the kitchen island looking genuinely embarrassed.
Kelsey glanced at Dillon and then Caroline, who stood with her arms folded, looking very displeased at her son’s attitude.
“Babe, I’ll be right down; I’d like a little girl-to-girl talk with your mom,” said Kelsey, then quickly added, “If that’s okay with you, Caroline?”
Caroline shrugged. “Sure,” she said and watched her son disappear down the stairs, followed by the sound of the bedroom door closing firmly.
“I thought you might have been listening,” Kelsey said, still standing behind the island. “I wasn’t certain, but once or twice I thought I heard heavy breathing in the hallway,” she continued. “And then I know I heard footsteps going upstairs. I wasn’t sure if you or Todd were listening to us, but I knew it was one of you.”
Caroline’s face was red with embarrassment at having been caught — wet-handed. “Have you told Dillon?” she asked.
“No,” Kelsey said, coming around the island and dragging a fingertip along the countertop, “I’m not sure how he’d feel about it.”
Caroline stared at her, with her perky nipples finding space between the knit top to peek out, darker than hers, more rose than pink. With each step, Caroline saw the soft mound of her bare pussy caught from the glow of the kitchen nightlight, and her knees felt weak looking at Kelsey’s pussy with its protruding labia dangling so seductively. “How do you feel about it?” she finally managed to say.
“Me?” Kelsey answered in a kittenish voice, “I like it, Caroline,” taking a step closer to her boyfriend’s mother. “And I especially like knowing that it’s you listening to us having sex.”
She was so close that Caroline felt Kelsey’s breath on her neck as she spoke, the hard syllables buffeting her like soft kisses.
Kelsey leaned in, her hand running up Caroline’s arm, and with her lips next to Caroline’s ear, she said, “You’re so fucking cute, Mrs. Strome, and you’ve got great legs, but do you know what’s going to happen the next time your son fucks me with his beautiful cock?” she asked.
Caroline was shaking and could feel the warm flood in her pussy. The girl was so sexy, her body so firm and flawless, and being this close to her, both of their bodies barely covered, Caroline wasn’t sure she could stop if Kelsey got started.
“What’s going to happen next time?” Caroline asked, her lips quivering with the question.
Kelsey smiled, and their eyes met. She slipped her hand over Caroline’s, brought it to her bare pussy, and rubbed it between her folds.
“I’m going to make sure the door is open — just enough,” Kelsey whispered. “And I want you to watch me cum all over your son’s big, beautiful thick cock.” Then she moved her body, pressing it lightly against Caroline, and clenched her wrist, forcing Caroline’s fingers inside her pussy. “I want to think about you fucking yourself, watching me, while I get fucked.”
Caroline’s body was on fire, but she was lost for words.
Kelsey raised Caroline’s fingers, slipped them into her mouth, and sucked them clean.
“Good night, Mrs. Strome,” said Kelsey backing away, “I’m so sorry we’ve been so inconsiderate. I promise to keep you in mind the next time your son and I — well, you know.”
Then she turned and disappeared back downstairs.
Will the story continue?
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