How Self-Quarantine Got Me Mom (closed)

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I watch Josh curiously as he moves with purpose to the opposite side of the table. What is he doing?

And then he disappears beneath the table and I feel his hands on my thighs.

Fuck.

My eyes go wide, but I try to keep my expression neutral, aware that I am still on my video call and my team can see every little reaction I may have.

His hands feel so good sliding up my thighs, caressing me.

"Yes, that's good." I respond to the call, but I know Josh will take my words as encouragement. A wicked part of me hopes he doesn't stop and I spread my legs just a bit more.

 

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I hear Mom from above me saying, "yes, that's good," and although I know for a fact she's not talking directly to me, it's a signal for me to keep going.

As she spreads her legs for me, I move between them. I begin to kiss along her inner thighs, then let my tongue glide over the places I just kissed.

If only I could see the look on her face now, I think to myself as I drag my tongue up along her right inner thigh, getting dangerously close to the warmth between her legs.

 

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I have to concentrate on not letting my face show what I am feeling as Josh slides his tongue along my inner thigh. But holy shit do I want to do nothing else but moan in pleasure. He's playing a dangerous game right now, but the idea that either Derrick could walk in at any moment or one of my co-workers could see it written all over my face...fuck it turns me on.

Reaching beneath the table, I hike the skirt of my dress up higher and spread my legs, letting Josh see that I didn't wear any panties today and that I am already dripping wet for him.

"Yes, that makes sense." I nod my head slowly as I half-listen to what's being said on the call. I reach up to adjust one of my headphones and notice that my hand has a slight tremble to it. I quickly drop it back down to the table. I need to focus, to keep my face from showing anything. To keep my breath from catching or moans from escaping. But oh god does it feel good to have Josh between my legs once more.

 

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I lick my lips as Mom gives me the unspoken invitation to go further by lifting the skirt of her dress and spreading her legs wider for me. I raise my hand to her pussy and extend my index finger, pushing it inside her and working it in a 'come hither' motion.

While I finger her slowly, I lean in and begin to lap at her clit, dragging my tongue along her little nub.

 

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My nails scrap against the table top as Josh wastes no time. His finger inside me and his tongue on my clit...Jesus fucking Christ he knows how to push all my buttons.

As I try to keep my face from giving me away, I can't help but wonder where my son learned these dirty little tricks. What girl did he practice on until she was a puddle of goo.

"Yes." The word comes out sharper than I wanted, "Right, I think that sounds good."

I can see the quizzical faces of my team on the computer screen. I flash a smile and try to hide the shiver that races through me as Josh brushes his finger against that magical spot.

"Right, ok," I bite my lips to keep from squealing, "I think that's good for today." I squirm as Josh is relentless in his attack. "Let's work on those changes and meet again tomorrow afternoon. Ok, thanks everyone." Before anyone can protest I end the call. "

"Fuck." I groan, sliding down in my seat. One hand moving beneath the table to run through Josh's hair. "You are a very bad boy, Josh." I chuckle. "A very..oh god...very bad boy."

 

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I can hear the lightest scratching of fingernails on the tabletop above me. When Mom utters out a sharp "yes," it's hard for me to fight off a chuckle. I can hear the excitement and arousal in her voice, and it's almost getting me off to listen to Mom losing control on a conference call.

I'd pay anything to see the looks on her team's faces during all of this. If only they knew her own son was licking at her own pussy from underneath the table...

Mom quivers from my touch and hurries through the conclusion of her call, letting me know that I've driven her to a point of near-madness. Her hand is in my hair soon after her call, and I make it a point to devilishly smile up at her from between her legs. I love hearing her call me a bad boy, so I dive back between her legs, lovingly licking at her pussy while my finger continues to slide in and out of her.

 

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Josh's finger and tongue do deliciously deviant things to my pussy. The fact that he is beneath the table and out of sight only heightens the sensations coursing through me.

Though my video call has ended, I am still aware of the fact that Derrick could walk in at any moment and catch us. The idea of him walking in to see our son going down on me...oh god it drives me wild.

My legs wrap around Josh, holding him in place as my fingers dig into the sides of the chair.

"I'm going to cum." I whimper, fighting the urge to scream out at the top of my lungs. My body trembles as the feeling overwhelms me. "Oh fuck." I hold back a cry as my orgasm washes over me.

 

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I feel Mom's thighs clamping around my ears, and although I can hear a slight whimper from above me, I can't make out what she says.

I get an answer soon enough as she begins to cum on my tongue and all over my finger. Just like I did the previous night in the kitchen, I lap at her juices, trying to capture them before they run down my chin and drip on the kitchen floor.

Still under the table, I take a moment to catch my breath, while I assume Mom's doing the same above me. I wipe my mouth with my hand, then quietly scoot out from underneath the table. The grin on my face feels like it's permanent as I look at my mother.

"Thanks for lunch," I say quietly.

Before she could say anything further, I lean in to her, my breath hitting the base of her neck.

"Meet me in Dad's office at 1 am," I breathe against her neck. "And wear one of your work outfits. I'm gonna be a really, really bad boy for you tonight..."

With that, I lick up her neck and kiss her ear before withdrawing with a wicked smile. I grab my bottled water and head back to my room.

 

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I've barely returned to earth when Josh whispers for me to meet him tonight in Derrick's office. His words, a light breath on my skin, send shivers of anticipation down my spine. I don't even have time to answer before he is gone. I'm left there, sitting on the chair, my juices pooling beneath me.

"How was your call, honey?" Derrick's voice fills the kitchen and I blink, falling back to earth quickly.

"What?" I quickly adjust my skirt. "Oh, it was good." I remember how Josh's fingers fucked my pussy, his tongue on my clit. "Very good actually." I smile up at Derrick, wondering what Josh has in store for me later.



Time ticks by slowly as I lay in bed, watching the clock. I've been on edge all day and I feel ready to jump out of my skin at any moment. The red numbers of my clock flick to 12:55 and I slide out of bed silently, careful not to disturb my husband. I walk into my closet, and dress as quietly as I can, pulling on the outfit I had picked out earlier. Fully dressed, I check the clock - 12:59 - and make my way downstairs.

I pause outside the closed door of Derrick's office and adjust my skirt. I had chosen these clothes carefully and hope that Josh will be pleased with the black, leather pencil skirt and white blouse. I've left the top buttons of my shirt unbuttoned so that my black lace bra is on display. Beneath the skirt I wear panties and a garter belt that match my bra and thigh high stockings clipped to the belt. My outfit is finished off with a pair of my favorite black Louis Vuitton stilettos.

Running a hand through my hair, I pull open the door and slip inside. Josh hasn't arrived yet, and I take a moment to perch myself on the edge of the large, mahogany desk with legs crossed. As I'm flipping on the desk lamp, letting the soft glow fill the room, I hear the door open and close. I turn and smile.

"Hello, lover." I purr, placing my hands behind me, my breasts pushed forward. I lick my lips, hungry to finish what has started between us.

 

[Fauxnication]

Someway, somehow, I managed to get a couple hours of sleep in -- Dad murmured that I was going to bed "unusually early" when I went up the stairs at 10 pm. Truth was, I needed a couple hours of rest before I headed downstairs to drill his wife.

It is 1:01 am when I step into Dad's office in a black polo shirt and jeans. Luckily, Mom is already there. And God, does she look stunning. The contrast of her black lace bra against her white button-up blouse makes my mouth water. Her legs look amazing in those stockings, and I love those stiletto heels that scream for me to fuck her.

"Hello, lover," I say, referring to my mother in a way other than Mom for the first time ever. I confidently step to her and draw her in for a deep kiss, slipping my tongue inside her warm mouth before I pull away.

"So we can go about this one of two ways...I can make love to you right here on this desk, but I don't think you want to do that," I whisper against the skin of her neck as I undo another of her blouse buttons.

"Or I can fuck you silly, in which case, I hope you don't mind ruining some of these clothes because I'm about to literally rip them off of you," I chuckle before lightly nipping at her neck.

 

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"So we can go about this one of two ways..." Josh's words send a thrill through me.

"You are certainly correct there," I smirk in response to his comment about making love. As he continues to talk, I slide off the desk slowly.

"Fuck me silly?" I quirk an eyebrow. "I'd certainly like to see you try." I turn so that I am facing the desk and bend over it slowly, letting my ass stick up in the air. I look at Josh over my shoulder as I hike my tight skirt up around my waist.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" I ask, my voice husky with need, "My pussy is waiting to be fucked."

 

[Fauxnication]

I smile as Mom slides off the desk and slowly turns around, letting me get a great look at her luscious ass while she hikes her dress up to her waist. I lick my lips at the sight of her panties, and as she looks over her shoulder, inciting me to make my move, I smirk.

This is gonna be a fun night.

I drop my jeans and boxers, leaving my shirt on for the time being as I step behind Mom. I pull her panties to the side and let the head of my cock tease her entrance.

"I don't want to keep you waiting anymore," I whisper just as my cockhead slips inside her warm pussy and pushes deep inside her.

I'm actually inside my own mother, and it feels every bit as amazing as I had thought it would.

I let my hands slide up her tight body before my fingers wrap around her shoulders. "Fuck," I gasp while I start to rock my hips back and forth, working myself into a good rhythm. As my strokes begin to get harder, I pin Mom's upper body to the top of Dad's desk.

 

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We both know there's no need for foreplay. I've been ready from the moment I woke up, and I'm sure Josh spent his day much the same. Facing forward, I can hear him shedding his clothes; the rustle of fabric as his boxers and pants fall to the floor has my breath catching and my pussy clenching.

I feel him, his body covering mine, his lips against my ear. And then he's inside me, pushing roughly, filling me with the thing I have been craving.

His fingers clench around my shoulders as he starts to rock into me, pulling me onto his cock. Oh god it feels amazing!

I hear his gasp, that one word "Fuck" sending my body into high alert. My pussy is tight around him, drinking him in. I moan, pushing my hips back, meeting his hard, desperate thrusts.

There's no love making, no gentle caresses or words of tenderness. This is primal, a rough and hungry need that fills us both.

"That's it." I moan, "Fuck my pussy. I need you to fuck me harder than you've ever fucked a woman before." I feel him pressing me into the desk, my breasts smashed against the surface. It's almost painful, but I relish in it. I haven't been taken like this in years, my body craves it.

I reach behind me, my fingers digging into Josh's hip as if I could drive him further inside me.

 

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It doesn't take long for Mom to reach behind her and latch onto my hip, trying to pull me deeper inside her. I move a hand to the back of her neck, holding her against the desk with her ass in the air for me.

Her dirty talk spurs me on to fuck her harder. The sinful sounds of my hips rocking roughly into hers get a little louder. I slow down a bit to roll my hips in an effort to allow my cock to sink deeper inside her.

Once I'm done grinding into Mom, I resume pounding her pussy. Sweat starts to build on my brow and my breathing becomes more labored as I put all of my physical exertion into giving Mom the dicking she so desperately needs.

My hand slides from the back of her neck to her hair, and I suddenly tug at it, forcing her upper body to arch toward mine.

 

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Where did he learn to fuck like this? Where did my son learn how to pound a woman's pussy like a fucking god? I want to scream with joy. Finally, a man is doing what I have been aching for. He's taking me like a goddamn bitch in heat and I am loving it.

His hand fists in my hair, tugging my head back roughly, forcing my back to arch. My breasts strain against my top, begging to come loose of the lace bra that holds them.

"Yes. That's it. Fuck me." My voice waivers as my body gets slammed repeatedly into the desk.

Josh thrusts into me with a wet slap. My pussy is dripping as he rolls his hips, changing the pace. It's fucking torture.

In this moment, with his cock inside me and his body pining me to the desk, I am his. I've always been the dominant one and, finally, I know what it feels like to be dominated.

"You're going to make me fucking cum." I whimper as he starts to fuck me relentlessly once more. I push back against him, wanting him balls deep inside me. My stomach knots and I can feel it. I'm so close

 

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My fingers twist in Mom's hair as she pushes back against me. I tug back just a bit more.

"Cum for me," I murmur into her ear before releasing my grip on her hair and pinning her back down to the desk.

The woman who birthed me, cooked my meals, kissed my 'boo-boos' better...is now taking every inch of my cock inside her and loving every second of it.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

I keep thrusting into her, and with my free hand, rub her clit vigorously.

"Cum on my cock, Mom," I urge. "Cum on my fucking cock..."

 

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With Josh rubbing my clit and fucking me roughly, it isn't long before my body starts to spasm, my pussy clenching tightly around his cock. My mouth opens in a silent scream as my fingers dig into the desk.

"Fuck...oh god...Josh." I can't speak, my words coming in bursts as I give myself over to the intense orgasm that rocks my body.

Through it all, Josh continues to fuck me, moving in and out of me in a fevered pace.

"Yes." I moan as a second tremor passes through me. "I want you to cum in me." I whimper, "Please, Josh. I need you to cum inside me."

 

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I feel Mom's body tremble before me, and I stop thrusting to hold her body tightly while she rides out her orgasm. I can feel her cum all over my cock, which satisfies me immensely knowing how I got her off.

Although she cries for me to cum inside her, I don't just yet, and even pull my cock from her soaked pussy. I spin her around quickly and grab at her blouse, forcefully ripping it open and sending a button flying toward the wall.

With her bra exposed, I lean forward and suck at her tits while lifting her into my arms. I carry Mom over to Dad's leather chair behind the desk and sit her down in it. I pull her panties to the side once more, almost tearing those as well in the haste, and shove my cock deep inside her needy pussy once more.

I lean forward, nearly folding Mom's body up, and really start to pound into her, not caring at all if Dad wakes up from his deep sleep. But if he did and happened to come downstairs, he'd see his son, dressed in only a polo shirt, hammering his wife's pussy while her black Louis Vuitton heels wobble above my shoulders.

"You want your bad boy to cum inside you, Mommy?" I manage to groan through my heavy panting and desperate thrusts. I can feel the tension inside my body ratcheting up with each thrust -- it's just a matter of time before I explode.

 

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Before I know what's happening, Josh has me folded over in Derrick's desk chair, my legs up over his shoulders as he drives into me. The buttons of my blouse fly everywhere as he rips open my shirt. His mouth is on my breasts, suckling on my nipples through the lace of my bra.

I've barely come down from my first orgasm and he's already sending me into a third. My eyes roll back as I lose myself in this moment.

The room reeks of sex and the lewd sounds of my son's cock churning my juice filled pussy.

"Yes," I groan, "cum inside me. Please. I need you to cum in me, Josh. Please." I'm begging for it. Desperate for my son to fill my pussy.

 

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As much as I would love to keep Mom like this for minutes, hours, even days -- my body can't hold out any longer.

With a warmth running through me that I don't know if I've ever felt, I lean down and bury my head between Mom's heaving breasts. I thrust my hips toward hers, burying my cock inside her in the process. Holding still, I moan against her breasts and cum deep inside her, giving my own mother every drop of my warm cum.

I stay motionless for another few moments as my climax washes over me. Slowly, I lift my head and let my eyes meet Mom's.

"Holy fuck," I whisper while I continue to catch my breath, then pull Mom's face to mine for another kiss, putting every last bit of my energy into a passionate embrace.

 

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With his head between my breasts, Josh thrusts into me manically, burying himself fully inside me. I feel his cock twitch inside the tight walls of my pussy as he empties himself. My pussy milking him for every last drop.

"Holy fuck." He whispers, his face glowing with a look of the wholly satiated. His lips press against mine in a passionate kiss that speaks of all the lust and desire between us.

"That. Was. Amazing." I punctuate each word with a kiss. Sweat has beaded on my forehead and between my breasts and my pussy is full of cum, Josh's deflated cock still inside me.

We are the perfect picture of sinful desire and I love it.

"Where did you learn to fuck like that?" I breathe deep, trying to catch my breath. My hands make their way up under Josh's shirt. His skin is slick with sweat and muscle ripples beneath my touch.

My body is limp and I don't think I have anything left inside me, but a spark still burns in my core and I'm not ready for this night to end.

I ease my rubbery body out of the chair, Josh's cock slipping from my pussy. I can feel the cum dripping down my thigh and the sensation fuels the fire inside me. On my knees, I ease Josh back until he is leaning against the desk. His cock is covered with the thick white cream of our juices mixed together and it looks delicious. Suddenly ravenous, I take his flaccid cock in hand and lick from base to tip, cleaning the heady mix off him.

 

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I have to chuckle as Mom asks me where I learned to fuck like that. "What, you think I only learn stuff in class?" I tease before kissing her again. "Although I will say...I've never done anything like that."

Yes, my animalistic desire for Mom pushed me to my limits (or at least I think they're my limits), leaving her with a torn blouse and a messy, disheveled look. Mom slowly rises from the chair only to drop to her knees and push me back against the desk.

I tilt my head back and sigh as Mom licks my cock from base to tip. The sensation of her tongue sends a shudder through me. "Ooh, shit," I gasp in approval, reaching out for her sweat-soaked hair.

 

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Licking from base to tip, I clean Josh's cock of all our cum. I look up to see Josh with his head thrown back, a shudder running through him. His hand is in my hair, holding me steady as I lick and lick and swallow every bit I can get.

My lips wrap around his cock, taking him in my mouth, and I begin to suck steadily.

On my knees, legs spread, I can feel the cum sliding down my thigh. I reach between my legs, getting some of our mixed juices onto my fingers. Reaching up, I slip my cum covered fingers between Josh's lips, wanting him to taste what I'm tasting. To share this experience with him.

 

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Mom completely cleans my cock of our juices, then goes on to start sucking me at a nice, steady pace. I find myself getting lost in her eyes as her warm mouth brings me back to hardness in a very short time.

I let her feed me from her cum-covered fingers, and I savor the sweet juices, sucking her fingers clean just like she did with my cock.

Once Mom has me fully hard, I pull my cock from her mouth and stand her up.

"C'mon...let's go up to my room," I whisper before taking her by the hand.

I hope the click-clacking of her heels across the hardwood floor downstairs isn't loud enough to wake Dad up, but soon enough, we're going up the carpeted stairs, which allows us a quieter escape to my bedroom.

As I push open my door, I get a good look at the place where this all started -- heavy flirtation and touching after a seemingly innocent video game race. The things we did since then made our first encounter seem like nothing.

I pull Mom's face to mine and entrap her in another deep kiss while I pull her onto the bed with me and in my lap. I remove her torn blouse before running my hands up her back to remove her bra.

 

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I follow Josh up to his room. The closer proximity to where Derrick is sound asleep only makes the whole thing hotter.

Josh pulls me onto the bed with him and I straddle him, my skirt still up around my waist. His hands slide my blouse off and then caress my back as he unhooks my bra. I pull the straps down and toss the bra onto his floor. Rolling my hips, I feel him hard against me. Chewing on my bottom lip, I place my hands on Josh's shoulders, and begin to grind against him.

My lips brush his in a soft yet passionate kiss. My tongue brushing his as I reach down to pull my panties to the side. The slick entrance of my sex teases his cock before I grip him and guide him inside. I take him slowly, inch by inch, our eyes locked. I gasp as he fills me completely, his cock pressing deep inside. I still, marveling at the feel of Josh inside me.

Sighing softly, I begin to roll my hips, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.