Me First – Chap 1B

True story: Me First – Chap 1B

Amazing…why the fuck didn’t Katie tell me about this…bitch was trying to hide a secret. That would have been against our life long pact. No secrets.

Gregg was back to sucking the gunk out of my hole…a humorous thought flashed in my head.

Reaching over to my nightstand, found my phone, could not help myself…took a picture of Gregg’s hard cock and texted it to Katie.

Fifteen minutes or so later, I was again on the verge of orgasm…the buzz of the phone triggered me, knowing it was a response from Katie. Who’s son was about to receive the benefits of my orgasm on his face.

Fucking deviously delicious as I came all over him…the eye of his cock bubbling out copious amounts of pre-cum…as much as I wanted to mount that cock again, I had to restrain myself…needed to respond to my phone.

Katie had text, “What the fuck!”

Not a “who”…for sure she knew.

I texted, “Where you keeping it a secret? Is there something else you are hiding from me?”

“No, damn it. It was none of your business. He is my kid for Christ sake.”

“What does that have to do with it? Remember our pact?”

“That was years ago. Where is he right now?” Her anger was evident even in a text.

Contemplating my response another devious thought hit me and rolled over on the bed while turning Gregg between my thighs. Perfect placement, my legs were spread, Gregg’s nose was buried in the mound above my pussy, the shiny combined cum glistening on his face from the sunlight streaming in behind me.

I smiled at Gregg as if to approve of him continuing…he did and I snapped another picture.

Before sending it to Katie, I wrote, “He is right here”.

Took a few minutes for her to respond, “God damn it…you better not fuck him”

“Too late…already did that once, will fuck him again pretty soon. Do you want to watch?”

“Fuck you!”

“He will”

“If you do, it will end our friendship”…this made me stop for a second.

“You broke our pact”…deflecting it back to Katie.

Gregg had no idea as to what I was doing with his mother.

Which now prompted action, pulling Gregg up between my legs allowing him to show respect for my body as he gently kissed my stomach and made his way to my tits.

The head of his cock plied between my waiting cunt lips. Again, slow soft thrusts allowed for my vagina to accommodate that thick hard cock.

This fuck was totally controlled, even though we were in a missionary position, I managed to control the entire movement, savoring a slow contained fuck session.

Even when I heard my kids come noisily into the house, I did not stop nor increase the cadence of our fucking…I was determined to show Gregg the importance of his endeavor over outside distractions.

I whispered in his ear, “Just keep fucking me…you said anything, I am the only person you need to satisfy”.

Just then the bedroom door slammed and my fourteen-year-old daughter, Sadie, made sure that her thirteen year old sister, Megan could hear her, “Mom is in her room GETTING FUCKED AGAIN”.

Some day I will have to talk to her about her mouth.

My rhythm increased….Gregg started to thrust forcefully….ten minutes later he surged and his gumbo catapulted into me. I was right behind him.

Let him catch his breath as I rubbed him gently on the side of his head. He looked lovingly up and his face still had the sheen of his earlier endeavor of cleaning me.

It would be added to. I guided his head back down between my legs and he immediately went to work servicing me.

Sadie’s head popped through the open crack of my door…she hesitated while staring at the back of Gregg’s head as he aggressively licked and sucked at my cunt.

She looked up and I smiled while she shook her head and closed the door again.

I was finally done and had Gregg disengage, he made a move towards the bathroom, but I stopped him. Told him I wanted him to wear the results of actions home.

He looked a little confused.

“I want you to show your mother”.

“Uhmm…what? My mother?” Gregg was really confused.

“Yeah…your mother. Tell her I said, thanks”. This was a directive not a suggestion.


“Do you ever want to do this again?” then I added, “You agreed to anything, remember”.

“Yeah…I guess…but she will get angry, won’t she?”

This was the time to change the narrative of the subject, time for some psychological manipulation.

“What do you think of your Mother? I mean not necessarily as your mother, but a woman, a female?” Gregg was standing next to the bed and I was absentmindedly playing with his now flaccid well-used cock. He is going to have to be trained for stamina…some other time, I guess.

“Uh, you mean the way she acts or looks”.

“First, do think she is attractive” My free hand waved down my body. I know mine is pretty good, my “C” cup breasts do not sag much at all and my waist is not more than an inch larger than it was when I was in my early twenties before kids. Katie, though athletic, had smallish perky breasts, maybe “B” cup at most and she was a tad wider on the bottom than top. I know my figure is a 36-25-35 and if I would guess hers, she is just the opposite…with maybe a 26-inch waist.

“Uh…yeah…she is attractive…for a mom”.

“I’m a mom…don’t forget”.

“Yeah…but you are really hot…I mean…”

“Would your mom be hot if she was not your mom? Has any of your buddies ever said anything about your mom maybe being hot?”

Gregg thought for a second as my hand continued to work his cock, it again was filling with blood.

“Yeah, I guess…couple of my friends have called her a MILF”.

Knew what that meant but wanted him to say it, “What do you mean by MILF”.

“Uh…a mom I like to fuck” he looked to the side when he said it.

I let out a little laugh and gave his cock a tug, “I’m a mom, and you seem to like fucking me…does that count?”

A large grin formed across his face as he nodded, “Oh yeah! I still can’t believe it…oh my”.

A flash of pride flushed through me has my thumb rubbed over the eye of his oversized cock head.

“So…your friends would like to fuck your mom…how do you feel about that, since it is obvious you like fucking moms”. Getting the conversation refocused.

“A well, uhm…if it wasn’t my mom…err…I guess it would be ok”. Morality was still rearing its head in his thought process.

“Listen to me…completely take the “my” away from mom, close your eyes and visualize her as Katie…in a string bikini”. He closed his eyes and from the stiffening of his cock, I could feel I was on the right track.

“Keep your eyes closed and visualize her naked…the pert tits, her athletic build, she keeps her pubic area completely shaved.” Had to throw this in as first, it was true, and second to differentiate from mine…I keep most of mine shaved but leave a small amount on my mound…I have a sinister reason…so it can be seen under my bikini bridge as a tease.

Gregg’s cock was now at full staff.

I feigned surprise, “Whoa, big boy…if I am not mistaken, I would think that you would like to fuck YOUR mother.” Emphasis was on “your”, on purpose.

“Uh…uh…but you said not to think of her as my…mother.” He stammered in a way that belied his feels of guilt.

His cock started to soften almost immediately. I tugged at it and then bent towards it and licked the end.

Laughing, “yes, I did…but you know what I do for a living and can read the underlying message”.

“What do you mean?” he was now nervous and his cock was like jello in my hand, all the conflicting emotions, mostly of guilt were reflected in his now flaccid dick.

“It means…like most young men that have an attractive mother, they have latent fantasies of fucking their mother. Proven fact…it is nothing to be ashamed of.”

He wanted to say something, something to deflect or discard my statement, but it was obvious that he knew I was actually correct.

“But, I would never…I mean…”

“Why?” I interrupted, “Never say never”.

“Because, she is my mom…it just would not be right.” Gregg was almost indignant, yet there was a hint of confusion as if he wanted validation to his thought process.

He wasn’t getting it from me.

I stood up and grabbed my silk kimono, wrapping it around my body. Gregg looked around and realized that his clothes were still at the bottom of the stairs.

I just smiled and looked up and down his naked form, nodding in approval as shyness caused him to attempt to cover his dick with his hands.

I walked over and pulled his hands away.

“Through out history there have been continuous incidents of mothers and their son’s having sexual relationships, it is society that regulates the mores. Not individuals”.

“Are you saying that it is ok to have these feelings about my own mother?”

“Absolutely, it is absolutely normal for you to want to fuck your mother.”

“Do you have to say it that way?” he said in an almost pleading voice.

“Is there another way to say it? Tell me that you would like to fuck your mother…I want to hear you say that, it is absolutely normal.” This was the bridge I wanted him to go over.

“Err…Uh…Jeez…do I have to?”

I leaned up against him, my nipples poking through the silk of my Kimono against his shoulder, my hand sliding down to grasp his cock. ‘Yes…you have to”.

“I would like to fuck my mother”. He coughed it out…mission accomplished.

“Good boy…breathe out and close your eyes…think of caressing your mother’s naked body…of your penis slowly pushing into her wet, warm vagina” I could feel his cock stiffen immediately.

My hand moved back and forth on his shaft and it was only a matter of moments before he would be spraying his cum into open air. I thought of either quickly taking him into my mouth or laying down and spreading my legs and fucking him…but a more sinister thought over rode both actions.

I stopped and backed away…turning him towards me; his cock totally engorged a wanton look pleading for release on his face.

Then he transferred to a confused look as if asking why I was stopping.

“This is not for me…as much as I am tempted, it is for your mother, not me”.


I put my hand up, “You said, anything, correct?’

He nodded affirmative.

“Then figure out a way to fuck your mother…and then we will go on from there”.

He was shell-shocked…totally caught off guard.


“Yep…dead serious…she already knows about us, and she knows what she would be getting” I showed him the pictures on my phone…the blood first drained from his face and then rushed back in.

I walked directly in front of him, realizing that I still had my high heels on this whole time and just know noticing that he was still taller than me by an inch or so. Since I am five foot eight inches tall in my bare feet, my three inch heels made me a tad over 5’11”…Gregg had to be over six feet.

Perfect…I kissed him full on the mouth, he responded almost immediately, my Kimono opened and out bare bodies molded together, his cock again rising between us. Thought about another tussle on the bed, but no, had to send him on his mission first.

Katie would not hold a grudge against me for long once the guilt of her soon to be incestuous liaison was accomplished.

I broke the embrace and told Gregg to get going, he looked at me pensively.

“Ah…my clothes are down stairs…the girls”. He said as if I was supposed to do something.

“So…you’ll get over it. I am sure they will get a kick out of it”.

He quietly left the room as if he was going to sneak down unnoticed.

They must have been waiting for him.

I heard Sadie, “Holy shit! Look at the size of that cock! Did you get a picture Megan?”

“Yup…multiple ones, good thing you moved his cloths. Who would have thought that our Mom would be banging her best friends son and that he would have such a big dick!” Megan said as I heard the front door slam.

Have to love my girls…there is nothing we hide from each other.

When I came down the stairs, both of them gave me the thumbs up and Sadie kept saying, “Details…we need details”.

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