How Self-Quarantine Got Me Mom (closed)

[Fauxnication]

Mom pulls me back in for another heavy, passionate kiss, and I moan into her mouth as she sucks on my tongue.

I feel her shift and jump up onto the counter, and before I can make another move, her fingers are running through my hair and pushing me into a crouched position between her legs. My nose brushes against her pussy through her shorts, and I look up at her while dragging my tongue along the seam of her shorts.

Reaching for her sides, I hook my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and begin to tug them over her womanly hips when I hear a whistling.

"Do you hear something? What is that?"

 

[ms_tiff]

Before I know what's happening, Josh's tongue is tracing the line of my pussy through my pajamas. And then those same pajamas are suddenly off and laying on the floor.

Through the haze of my lust I hear the tea kettle and Josh commenting on the noise. I quickly lean over and move the kettle and switch off the burner. Then my hands are back in Josh's hair, pulling him, once more, into me.

"Don't you dare stop again until I am cumming all over that tongue." I gasp, spreading my legs wide, letting him see how wet I am for him.

 

[Fauxnication]

I sigh with relief as Mom moves the kettle and switches off the burner. We definitely didn't need Dad waking up and catching us like this.

I lick my lips before Mom pulls my head back between her legs. I get a glimpse of her wetness before diving in. Extending my tongue, I slowly lick up her slit, then just as slowly drag my tongue down.

Breathing through my nose, I can smell her arousal while my tongue laps at her pussy. Little wet noises escape from where the tip of my tongue is touching her slit. I then focus on her clit, giving the little nub my full attention as I bathe it with my tongue.

 

[ms_tiff]

A gasp escapes my lips as Josh's tongue slide up my wet slit and then down again. And then he is teasing my clit with that tongue and I can't stop the soft moan of pleasure that pulls from deep within me.

Oh god is he talented. My son with the tongue that will push me over the edge.

My hips buck, eager for more. My pussy aches for him, for the swirl and touch of his tongue over every single inch of me.

"Fuck," I gasp, my hands sliding up under my top to pinch my nipples. "Oh god, Josh. Yes, lick mommy's pussy just like that."

 

[Fauxnication]

Mom's moans and coos of encouragement keep me right where I am, and the thought of pleasuring her as much as I am is arousing me similarly.

I stiffen my tongue and push it between her folds, craning my neck back and forth as I slowly tongue-fuck her for a few moments. My hands find her thighs, and my fingertips lightly trace up and down her thighs while I return to feverishly licking at her pussy.

 

[ms_tiff]

I can feel his hands on my thighs, his tongue moving rapidly over my pussy. I can't think, every nerve-ending in my body focused solely on the pleasure my son is currently giving me.

Pulling my feet up, I brace them on the counter top, opening myself up further. My hands are working my nipples, pinching and pulling them as feverishly as Josh licks my pussy.

"That's it, baby." I moan, "Just like that. Oh fuck, yes." My thighs tremble, my whole body on fire from the pleasure that my son is giving me.

 

[Fauxnication]

I pull away for a second as Mom repositions herself, somehow spreading her legs even wider by pulling her feet up to the counter.

As I lean back in, I go straight for her clit, flicking at it repeatedly. My eyes look up toward her face, and I catch the erotic sight of my own mother pinching her nipples and trembling from my touch. I start to suck gently at her pussy lips, teasing her folds with the tip of my tongue.

"Cum for me, Mommy," I plea before dragging my tongue slowly up her slit.

Eagerly, I go back to sucking at her lips for a moment or two before returning to her clit.

 

[ms_tiff]

My thoughts are all in a jumble, I can't focus on anything as Josh sucks my pussy lips. The sounds that are filling the kitchen are lewd and totally wrong: my moans and begging, the sound of him sucking. Fuck, everything is coming together in a way that makes me tremble.

I can feel my pussy clenching, my stomach in knots. I haven't felt like this in years. Already, I can feel myself on the edge. One more push and I'll fall over, headfirst, into oblivion.

My pajama top feels too tight now, my nipples aching as they brush against the silken fabric. I pull the top off quickly, letting it fall onto the countertop. My fingers grasping at the handles of the cabinet behind my head; my nails scratch at the wood and I can only pray that it doesn't leave marks.

"I'm close, Josh." I gasp, "I'm so close."

My eyes drift close and I lose myself in the way my son tongue fucks my pussy. Oh god, my son has his tongue buried in my pussy! That thought, coupled with all the delicious things his tongue is doing, drives me off the cliff.

My pussy clenches tightly and I can feel my juices flowing freely as I cum hard. My body jerking, moans too loud in the quiet house.

"Fuck!" I cry out, "Oh fuck I'm cumming!"

 

[Fauxnication]

I feel Mom wiggling about from above me, her jerky motions making it difficult for me to stay centered on her pussy. I do my best to keep up with her, my tongue in overdrive as I try to bring her to an orgasm.

Finally, I hear her crying out that she's close, which just pushes me to another level. My breathing is quicker, the strokes of my tongue on her slit are quicker, until --

I make my own mother cum on my face.

I try to capture her juices on my tongue, lapping up her cum before it drips down my chin and onto the counter. I give her pussy a series of long licks, making sure I get everything that she gave me. I leave a trail of soft kisses along her inner thighs before standing from my crouching position.

Wiping some of her cum from my face with the back of my hand, I notice she's completely nude after shedding her pajama top. With a filthy look of lust in my eyes, I give her a small smile.

"How'd I do, Mommy?"

 

[ms_tiff]

I don't know whether to laugh or to cry. My head is reeling; my emotions see-sawing between guilt and absolute rapture. My son, the child that I gave life to, has just licked my pussy and made me cum.

Holy fuck!

I watch as Josh straightens, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth which is glistening with my juices. Oh god, the sight of him with my cum on his face makes me want to cum all over again.

I don't answer his question with words, instead pulling him to me and kissing him passionately, my tongue sweeping into his mouth to taste my own juices.

"That," I breath when we finally part, "was the best fucking orgasm I have had in a long time." I kiss him again, making my way down his throat and over his bare chest. I can feel his heart beating rapidly beneath my lips as I kiss him and it drives me wild knowing that I have this effect on my son.

I slide off the countertop, my naked body brushing wantonly against Josh. The tent in his basketball shorts is obvious, and I thrill at the sight of it. Sliding a hand down, I slip it inside his shorts, gripping that massive cock with a teasingly light hand.

"I wonder how I can repay you." My voice is sweet and innocent as my hand begins to slide up and down his cock slowly. I flick my tongue over the pulse beating rapidly in his neck. "Do you want your mom's mouth wrapped around your cock, Josh?" I whisper in his ear as my thumb brushes the tip of his cock, feeling the precum already leaking there.

 

[Fauxnication]

Mom doesn't give me an answer to my question right away; instead she kisses me with a fire that topped everything we had done to that point. Her eagerness to taste her own juices almost surpasses my need to taste her.

I blush at her compliment. It's one thing to hear that from any woman, but to hear it from your own mother? My mind is blown.

I shiver again as her lips and tongue brush against my neck, hitting all my weak spots and making that tent in my shorts too large to ignore. Luckily, she doesn't, and as she slides a hand past the waistband and wraps her fingers around my shaft, I let out a groan of approval.

In my head, I count all of the ways for her to repay me, but I also know there will be plenty of time for those. For now, I want nothing more than my mother's kissable lips to be wrapped tightly around my shaft.

Nodding without a sound, I use one hand to lower my shorts and boxers...and the other to guide her down to my aching cock.

 

[ms_tiff]

I watch as Josh pushes his shorts off, letting them fall to the floor at the same time as he pushes me to my knees. And there I am, face to face with the most magnificent cock I have ever seen. Big, hard, and in desperate need of attention.

"Holy shit," I whisper, my hand working that beautiful monster slowly, "you're bigger than your father." I caress the head with my thumb, swirling the pre-cum around the tip, watching it twitch under my attention.

I look up at Josh, my handsome son, and flick my tongue over the tip of his cock. I moan as I get my first taste of him. "You taste so good." I moan as I trace my tongue up the underside of his cock, from root to tip. My hand sliding to cup his balls and toy with them as I wrap my lips around the swollen head.

Eyes still locked with my son's, I slide his cock into my mouth, not stopping until he is fully buried in the back of my throat, my nose brushing against his body. Slowly, I slide back, letting his cock slip from my mouth until only the tip remains before taking him fully again.

 

[Fauxnication]

"Thank you," I say bashfully.

I shiver as Mom's tongue tickles the underside of my cock, running along my length from root to tip. When she wraps her lips around my shaft, I hum in delight. This is absolute heaven.

I stare deeply and longingly into Mom's eyes as she takes my cock completely down her throat before slowly sliding back. As she takes me fully again, I groan. I put a hand on the back of her head, fingers getting entangled in her scalp. Slowly, I start to help Mom bob her head back and forth on my cock.

"Fuck, Mom...so fucking good," I whisper.

 

[ms_tiff]

His fingers are in my hair, pulling strands loose from my messy bun. I feel the hair tie come loose and my hair falls around my face. Josh guides my head now, his fingers digging into my scalp as he pushes in and out of my mouth.

The wet slurping sound of his cock fucking my mouth fills the kitchen. I have one hand on his balls, rolling them around in my palm. My other hand is between my legs, teasing my clit as my son face fucks me.

In my mind's eye I can see us, an almost out of body experience. I can picture us so clearly, the image we must make: Son with his hands in his mother's hair, fucking away furiously as the wanton mother takes the erotic abuse and pleasures herself during it all.

Oh god, it's enough to make me cum all over again.

I squeeze Josh's balls as he forces his cock in and out of my mouth. All I want is his cum to fill my mouth, to taste my son for the first - and hopefully not the last - time.

 

[Fauxnication]

As I bob Mom's head back and forth on my cock, I look down past her head to see her fingers furiously toying with her clit. The sight just pushes me to take more control of her head. With both hands now on the back of her head, I pull it as close as I can to my hips -- until her nose once again brushes against my pelvis.

My eyes roll back hard in my head from the sensation before I release my grip, letting her mouth slip off my cock with an audible pop and strands of saliva still connecting the head of my cock to her lips.

"I'm close," I warn her as she squeezes my balls roughly in her hand. "Suck me off, Mom...please..."

 

[ms_tiff]

I can hear Josh saying that he's close, but the words barely register with me as I lose myself in this moment.

"Suck me off, Mom...please..."

The desperation in his voice makes me wet. Knowing that I am the one to bring my son to this point, knowing that he is begging his own mother to make him cum, spurs me on. I increase my suction, hollowing out my cheeks as I milk his cock. I squeeze his balls, massaging them, as I pull back until only the tip of his cock remains in my mouth. The tip pops wetly from my lips, a string of saliva and precum keeping us connected.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," I tell him, "I want to swallow every last drop that you have in this delicious cock." I wrap my lips around him again, sucking him deep. My eyes connect with his and I hold his gaze.

I forget my own pleasure for the moment and move my hand from my clit to the base of his cock. Both hands work his balls and the base of his cock as I continue to suck my son to orgasm.

 

[Fauxnication]

I've been a mama's boy for pretty much my entire life, so I was used to pretty much doing everything that she asked me to do.

So as she stared up at me with those big eyes and pleaded with me to cum in her mouth, there was no way I could disappoint her.

Almost as soon as she took me deep down her throat yet again, I felt a sensation rush through my body, forcing me to tremble and grab the countertop for support. With my free hand, I held her head steady.

Biting back a loud groan by chomping down on my bottom lip, I came hard in Mom's mouth, giving her every drop of my seed that I could possibly give her. I helped her stroke me off so I could ensure that my balls were empty.

My head was in a fog, leaving me with only the simple thought of how amazing that was, and how I couldn't wait to do this again -- and some.

 

[ms_tiff]

When I feel Josh's cock twitch in my mouth I know he is close. I double my efforts, sucking harder. His hand is on the back of my head, holding me in place, keeping his cock buried in my throat.

I watch as he grips the counter and bites his lip. A deep, lustful groan fills the kitchen and then I feel it. He erupts in my mouth, flooding it with his cum. There's so much that I can feel it leaking out between my lips, sliding down my chin and dripping onto my naked breasts. I swallow as much as I can, drinking it down with a thirst I haven't known in years.

Even when he is done, I suck his cock, draining the last bit of cum from him. I pull away from him slowly, reluctant to let his now flaccid cock go. He slips from my lips and I almost moan at the loss.

My lips stay parted, letting Josh see that I still hold some of his cum in my mouth. I run a hand over my breast, scooping up the cum that has fallen there. Bringing my fingers to my lips I suck them clean and swallow it all down.

Slowly, I stand up, letting my naked body brush against Josh's.

"That was amazing." I whisper, my lips against his neck, kissing his racing pulse. I take his hand in mine and place it between my legs, letting him feel my wetness.

"This is what you do to me." My voice is low and husky. I want more, my body all but aches for it. But I know that my husband, while a sound sleeper, will be waking up soon for his night time bathroom visit.

"I look forward to seeing what else you do to me." I kiss Josh, my tongue delving into his mouth. I pull away before things can go further. I grab my clothes up from the floor and counter, and, naked, leave the kitchen with an extra sway to my hips and a smile on my lips as I think of what's still to come.

 

[Fauxnication]

With my heart still pounding in my chest, I glance down toward Mom. I watch intently as she lets me see some of my cum still in her mouth before scooping up the last of my load onto her finger and sucking it clean. After she swallows and slowly rises to her feet by rubbing against me, all I can think of doing is bending her over the counter and drilling her pussy relentlessly.

Unfortunately, I don't have the time to do so. I let her guide my hand to her wetness, and I feel her excitement on my fingertips.

We share one more passionate kiss, our tongues getting entangled with each other.

"I look forward to showing what I can do to you," I tease in a breathless whisper before she walks off to go back to bed. I take a good look at her ass as she sways her hips for me, then grab a quick drink of water.

She forgot about her tea, I think to myself with a chuckle before returning to bed.

 

[ms_tiff]

I climb into bed, Derrick still snoring away and blissfully ignorant of what has just transpired down stairs. As I curl up beneath the covers, a smile on my face, I can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Now that I have had a taste, quite literally in fact, I'm not ready for this thing between Josh and I to end. But we have to be careful, with Derrick stuck in the house too Josh and I will need to make sure that we don't get caught. Rather than dissuade me of the notion, this idea of sneaking around only turns me on more. It's just like when I was younger; the headiness of getting away with something.

I fall into a blissful sleep with a smile on my lips and a plan forming in my mind.

~*~*~​

"Someone was having a good dream." I feel his breath on my neck, then the press of his lips. Still in the haze of sleep, I am aware of a hand sliding inside my panties and fingers spreading my wet lips.

"Apparently a very good dream." He chuckles low in his throat, a finger teasing my clit before pushing inside me.

Eyes still closed, I moan softly as he fingers me. I can still see the dream in my mind - Josh naked, his body covering mine as he thrusts inside me - and if I keep my eyes closed I pray that I can hold onto it. My lips part in a soft moan as another finger presses inside me.

"You're so wet." His weight settles on me, his hands pulling my shorts and panties off. I hear the rustle of fabric as he lowers his boxers. I know how he will enter me, slow and steady as he has every time for the last ten years. No matter how many times I tell him to take me rough and hard, my pleas fall on deaf ears. He doesn't like to fuck anymore, not like we used to.

I feel him press inside me, his cock hard. He's familiar, my body used to him, opening to him on instinct rather than pleasure. I can hear his grunts as he moves in and out. I count the thrusts in my head: one. two. three. I know that he will come by the tenth thrust and that he will roll off me and tell me how good I am.

My body reacts to each thrust on autopilot, my hips rising to meet him. I picture Josh above me, I imagine it is his fingers digging into my hips instead of Derrick's. And suddenly my body is on high alert, the fantasy of my son thrusting into me bringing me into this moment.

Eyes still closed - not wanting to lose the fantasy of Josh - I roll us over so that I am riding him. He gives a surprised grunt that is quickly turned into a moan as I rock back and forth on top of him. The pressure builds inside of me and I can feel it coming, that sweet sensation of falling off a cliff into oblivion.

"Oh baby," he moans beneath me as he cums inside me. I cry out as my own orgasm washes over me and I collapse onto the bed.

It's not until Derrick has rolled me off him and gotten out of bed to go shower that I finally open my eyes.

~*~*~​

I walk into the kitchen, fully dressed in a green, floral print dress. My cheeks flush as I remember what happened here only a few hours ago. If I look at the counter near the stove, I feel like I will see us there again, Josh's face buried between my legs. As if a ghost of our passion remained there.

I go about setting up the coffee pot and turning it on. As I pull a mug down, I can't help but wonder if Josh heard me and Derrick earlier this morning. I wonder if he is jealous, if he wishes that it had been him in the room with me.

That would make two of us. I think as I conjure up the fantasy once more. Last night had been amazing, but it only left me wanting more.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Josh walk into the kitchen.

"Good morning, sweetie." I say brightly, reaching up to give him a kiss on the cheek. My lips brushing against the corner of his mouth. "I'm thinking of making something for breakfast this morning. How do pancakes sound?"

 

[Fauxnication]

As I climb into bed, my mind is racing. I just got an incredible blowjob from my own mother, and I chuckle at how my friends would react -- would they be jealous that it wasn't them, or would they be sickened that I destroyed the taboo barrier between me and Mom?

And the thing is...as wrong as the entire act was, I wanted more. I needed more.

How could I do it, especially with Dad milling around and liable to walk in at any given moment? It was an incredible risk, but one that I think would be worth taking.

Speaking of Dad, I hate to do this to him. He's always provided for us, and he's been a good father and mentor. But after tonight, I look at his wife -- my mother -- as the sexiest woman on Earth. If I have a chance to pleasure her, I'm going to take it.

I eventually drift off to sleep, probably in mid-thought of what my next step is.

---

The next morning, I head downstairs. I picked out a nice gray T-shirt and a pair of jeans to wear, and although I'm not in a suit, I'm at least dressed more nicely than I would usually be.

Mom's wearing a cute dress -- have I mentioned that I love her legs? -- as she stands near the coffee pot. She smiles brightly as I walk up to her, and I greet her with one that's just as warm.

"Morning," I say. Her lips brush against the corner of my mouth as she kisses my cheek, and I do the same to her. "Pancakes sound great, actually."

Leaning into her ear, I give it a quick kiss. "Do I get you for dessert?" I whisper.

My hand brushes against her ass just before Dad walks into the kitchen and wishes us a good morning. He's very chipper today -- if only he knew what took place in this room mere hours before.

I take a seat at the kitchen table and mindlessly gaze at my phone screen, all the while still pondering how I can get some alone time with Mom.

"So what's the plan for today?" I ask the both of them. "Working again?"

Dad sighs. "Of course, son. The fun never ends," he jokes as he pours himself a cup of coffee. "We all can't be as lucky as you."

I chuckle and shrug. "Don't hate..."

"Speaking of, I need to hop on a call. I'll see you guys in a bit."

Dad gives Mom a kiss, then carries his mug into his office to get on a conference call.

 

[ms_tiff]

Josh's words, whispered in my ear, send a shiver down my spine. I want to tease him, to say that there is no dessert at breakfast, but the words are barely on my lips before his hand is brushing against my ass and Derrick is walking in. I quickly move away from Josh and busy myself making breakfast as my men settle at the table.

Derrick is so chipper, as he usually is after getting some, and I pray that Josh doesn't comment on it. Funny how suddenly I feel like I cheated on my son by fucking his father this morning rather than the truth, that I cheated on my husband by giving our son a blow job last night.

I set the plate of pancakes on the table and settle into my seat. We all eat in relative silence until Josh asks what's on the agenda for the day. I catch him looking at me as he asks and I feel a thrill at what I would love to have on my schedule.

"I've got several conference calls." I say with a shrug. "We're working on a new campaign and the deadline is getting here faster than I'd like."

Derrick teases Josh about being lucky he doesn't have to work and then excuses himself for his own conference call. After setting his plate in the sink, he walks over and gives me a heated kiss, his tongue invading my mouth, before picking up his coffee and leaving with a wink.

I can feel the flush heating my skin and I refuse to look at Josh, to see his reaction to his father's PDA. I gather up the rest of the dishes and go about rinsing them before putting them in the dishwasher.

"I should get started." I say, bending to close the dishwasher, "Can't really slack off today."

 

[Fauxnication]

As I watched Dad kiss Mom by pushing his tongue into her mouth, I felt...almost betrayed. I could tell from the way Mom wouldn't look at me afterward that perhaps she wished he hadn't done that either.

I finish my breakfast and sit at the kitchen table while Dad heads to his office and Mom cleans up. In my fantasies, she drops everything and straddles me while we make out in the chair. Unfortunately, her damn work schedule won't allow it.

Of course, she rubs a little salt in the wound by telling me she can't slack off, all while she bends over to close the dishwasher, teasing me by giving me a chance to look up her dress.

I nod dejectedly and slowly get up from my seat. "Alright, I'm gonna go back upstairs for a bit...and play around, I guess."

I walk up to her and kiss her cheek, letting the tip of my tongue escape my lips to flick across her delicate skin.

"Thanks for breakfast."

---

An hour or so later, I'm playing my games, but unlike the beginning of this lockdown, I really have no interest in them today. Luckily, I'm not doing any serious playing online. I could almost hear the hecklers saying I suck and that they fucked my mom, when in reality, I did get sucked off by my mom the night before.

The thought brings me out of my sour mood, and I laugh it off a bit. I could go for a break away from the TV and something to drink, so I head back downstairs to grab a water from the fridge.

 

[ms_tiff]

As I'm sitting at the table on my video call, trying to listen to what my peers are saying about the new campaign we're launching, I can't help but think about Josh and how dejected he looked earlier. It's so twisted to think, but I feel like I've betrayed him and not Derrick. Like the moment we shared last night was nothing, instead of the earth shattering moment that it was.

I contemplate texting Josh to explain, but I brush it off as a stupid idea.

"Yes, that sounds good, Jeff." I nod as one of my underlings finishes his long-winded explanation. "Marci, can we get that rolling on your end?"

My mind isn't on this call. It's on the way Josh's tongue felt on my pussy, the way his cock filled my mouth. It's on wondering how that cock would feel inside other parts of me.

As if my dirty mind has conjured him, Josh wanders into the kitchen. I cross my legs, pressing them together in an attempt to ease the ache building there. I watch him as he moves around the kitchen. The longing fills me. I want him. I want him in every possible way and I cannot wait for this call to wrap up so that I can do just that.

 

[Fauxnication]

I smile at Mom as I walk into the kitchen, and as I go to the fridge, it's almost like I can feel her watching my every move. A quick peek over my shoulder to see her eyes on me confirms just that.

I take a sip of my water and listen in on Mom's conversation with her employees. I could just go right upstairs and back to my room since she's still deep into work...or I could do something else.

Casually, I stroll around the kitchen table, taking the "scenic route" to the hallway leading to the stairs. I take a quick glance over Mom's shoulder.

She's on a video call. Fuck. There goes my chance of kissing her neck or running my hands down her chest.

However, as I reach the other end of the kitchen table, I stop and smile. I could do something else that's hotter than that...

I quietly pull out the chair closest to me and crouch under the table. Crawling across the floor on my hands and knees, I reach her legs and begin to lightly caress them.