Secret Affair With Friend's Son 05

A grin was plastered over my face from his earlier, heartfelt attempt at talking dirty by calling me a beautiful slut. I turned around to look at him, still grinning.

"Little slut, Adam. Or hot slut. Call me a hot fucking slut." I instructed, before adding bits of motivation. "And yes, I love getting fucked, daddy. I love your huge, hard cock in my tight, hungry pussy."

Adam's hips immediately picked up on their pace, slamming into my ass harder and driving his cock deeper and faster into my full pussy. My own rendition of talking dirty had made him forget his task, until he tightened his grip on my ass and I felt his cock twitch.

"I'm going to cum... you hot fucking slut." He finally said the words I wanted to hear, and I gladly hopped off his cock and turned to take it in my mouth.

I was still on all fours, as Adam grabbed a fist full of my hair and started to fuck my mouth. I moaned in both pleasure and surprise onto his cock, loving his newfound confidence, before relaxing my throat and taking him inside, allowing complete, fluid thrusts into my open mouth while his balls slammed against my chin. I thrust my ass out for his eyes to have an additional sight to feast on, awaiting his load.

When he didn't finish, I placed a hand on his thigh and pulled back. His cock escaped the confines of my throat and lips, while I looked up at him, intending to give him that last push he wouldn't be able to resist.

"Fuck my face, daddy." I panted like a bitch in heat, trails of spit dripping down my chin and onto the sheets. "Feed me your cum. I wanna swallow your cum... daddy..."

That did it. The sight of the hottest body he'd ever seen, his mother's best friend on her hands and knees, begging for his cum alone would have been enough to push him over the threshold. But coupling it with my utterly dirty words was just unfair, as Adam pulled my mouth back onto his ready-to-erupt cock and fucked my throat vigorously, his cock twitching and expanding just two strokes in as he began to empty himself deep into my throat.

He groaned out loud, his legs bending and twisting as his nuts contracted again and again with each powerful spurt of cum they ejected. I looked up at him, letting him empty shot after shot of rich, white sperm directly into my throat, before pulling back until my lips restrained his cockhead in their confines, taking the rest of his copious seed onto my tongue.

It was safe to say that this was easily the hardest orgasm he'd ever had. I'd swallowed two complete mouthfuls let alone the seven to eight spurts he'd shot directly down my throat, and his cock and balls still showed no signs of stopping, emptying rope after rope of nut onto my tongue and the walls of oral cavity.

Adam alternated his focus between the pleasure and keeping his legs upright, firing another four voluminous shots of cum before his orgasm finally died down, the last remaining streams being small, dribbly bursts.

I swallowed then throated his cock again, vacuuming it of any leftover cum and thoroughly cleaning it, pulling back to watch it dangle in recoil with its hard surface glistening with a sheen of my spit. Adam's legs finally gave out as he sat back on his haunches, before falling into the bed completely and laying on his back.

I licked my lips, following him in falling down before leaning up next to him on my elbow, my huge, naked tits stacked on top of each other with a deep, sweaty and spit-soaked crevasse in between them.

"That was so fucking hot." I said with a giggle, staring down at Adam while he recovered from his hardest cum yet. "So... did you like my dildo?"

Adam turned his head, parting open his tired eyes and glancing at mine. Almost immediately he found the massive stack of sweaty, spit-soaked tits right before him, his cock twitching at the sight.

"Yes..." He replied, unable to find any more words, but a look of curiosity now painting his face. Curiosity I'd only find the source of later in the day.

We let the silence settle in. There wasn't much to say, and I watched his chest slowly return to a normal breathing rate, while he gawked at mine with a different intention. Soon our eyes began to feel heavy, as I moved closer to rest my head on his shoulder while flinging a leg over his abdomen.

Post-sex cuddling mostly fell under the category of love, not lust, and I questioned my decision to wrap our bodies together. It almost felt involuntary, and the potential deeper meaning behind the act began to poke at my head. I wasn't falling for him, was I?

Two days into my stay, I'd lost count of the number of times I found myself laying in bed after getting fucked by my best friend's son and questioning in post-nut clarity the nature of our relationship. He'd fallen asleep with me in his arms, my breasts pressed into his chest and my hand having found its way to his soft, spit-soaked cock. A couple drops of his cum still lingered on my lips, and I found myself almost overwhelmed from the flurry of thoughts running through my head. It was already too late to question the morality of this, but the newer, bigger issue at hand was the fact that while Adam had feelings for me, I was starting to get majorly attracted to him too.

And that scared me.

I'd tried, and was still trying to maintain at least an emotional distance between us. I loved having sex with him, I loved teasing him, and I loved getting filthy with him. I loved the way he'd get flustered from our sex-based conversations, and I loved the adorable ways in which he'd search for words through them. But that's all this was, wasn't it? It was just sex. Beyond sex, there was no future for us.

But then why did my heart sink at the thought of that?

I turned to look at his peaceful, passed out face. He looked as cute as ever, and I couldn't hold myself back from reaching up and planting a soft, tender kiss on his lips.

I decided then that I had to figure this out day by day. Letting these thoughts cluster in my head was doing me no favors, and I had to divert my attention elsewhere for any chance of keeping sane.

Getting off the bed, I covered him in a blanket before heading into the shower. Adam was still asleep by the time I came back out, so I threw on a bathrobe and made my way to the living room, seating myself on the couch and pulling open the laptop to tend to some office work. Before I knew it, a couple of hours had passed and work for the day was wrapped up.

I thought to head back into the bedroom and wake Adam up, and was about to do exactly that when my phone rang.

It was Rachel. My best friend, and mother of the son I'd spent the past two days consistently and almost constantly fucking.

I picked up her call, setting aside any guilt I still felt over the fact and we caught up with each other's lives. A while later we hung up, and I moved back into the bedroom to catch Adam right as he woke back up. I walked over and sat adjacent to him on the bed.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"Huh?" I asked in confusion. "What are you sorry about, honey?"

Just a couple hours prior I'd been calling him daddy, I mused to myself. And now here we were, the filth once again replaced with our usual aunt-nephew-like lingo.

"I fell asleep after sex. Isn't that like... bad manners?"

I let out a little laugh, resisting the urge to tease such a natural display of pure, child-like innocence once again.

"No, silly. We had sex, and it was... quite intense. You put in a lot of work, and passed out from exhaustion after. It's completely normal." I reassured him, carefully selecting my words.

Adam relaxed back into the bed after hearing my words, and smiled at me.

"Your mom just called." I told him.

"Oh." He replied, his voice a lot less guilty of fucking her best friend than mine was fucking her son. "What did she say?"

"She said that the office work she went out of town for has wrapped up earlier than expected." I delivered the news, a sinking feeling overtaking both our hearts. "... So she'll be back by tomorrow evening."

I watched the expression on his face shift from one of relaxation to one of pure, utter sadness.

I didn't know what to say. We both knew this day would come sooner or later, and as well as I hid it, I was a little upset with the news too. No, that was wrong. I was quite upset with the news. Unable to think of anything to say that would make the either of us feel better, I moved off the bed.

"Freshen up, we're heading back to your place." I announced, my back turned to him.

Adam stayed still for a second, but then got out of bed and silently made his way to the shower. I moved to the side of the bed, picking up and redressing in the same lingerie and red dress I'd stripped off earlier, free of any cum-stains. The sheets, however, were completely covered with them, as I pulled them off and threw them into the laundry hamper. Adam soon finished his shower, and after redressing himself, we made our way back to Rachel's.

The entire ride home we remained absolutely silent, no exchange of words or glance occurring between our growingly distraught selves. As soon as I parked in Rachel's driveway, Adam exited the car and made his way directly to his room, locking the door behind him. My heart sank further, watching him shut himself off and unsure if that's how our last night together was going to proceed. I made my way to my own bedroom, locking it behind me as well, tears I couldn't fully explain starting to well in my eyes.

The sun was starting to set, as we spent the next couple of hours locked away from each other and alone. Soon it was time for dinner, and at first I considered firing something up, but soon reconsidered and ordered pizza instead when I couldn't put my heart into it. Roughly half an hour later it had arrived, and I called for Adam to come down and join me in the kitchen.

He called back his refusal at first, shouting through his door and down the hallway that he wasn't hungry, but I insisted, and he reluctantly made his way over and took a seat opposite mine. We ate in silence, with barely any interaction between us other than me passing him his slices. I'd thrown on the same tank top and thong combination from earlier in the day, but he didn't even look at me. Didn't stare at my tits, or my ass as I moved to fetch us some water, didn't tease me under the table, didn't place his hand on my thigh, nothing. Instead he just quickly finished eating and quietly made his way back to his room.

With a heavy gulp, I cleaned up, making sure to close all the windows of the house before locking the front door and making my way back to my own room. I replaced the tank top with a black bra that matched the thong, completing the set before laying down on the bed. My heart was still heavy, and I closed my eyes, knowing I wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight but trying regardless.

A couple of minutes later, the door to my room opened. I turned on the bedside lamp, and saw Adam standing at its step, now wearing nothing but his earlier pair of his shorts. We looked at each other in silence, completely still in time and motion, until about a minute later when he finally walked over.

"Mom's coming back tomorrow..." He said, his voice full of sadness. "Can we... one more time?"

Both of us were clearly distraught over the situation, but neither wanted to miss out on our last chance of being together. That much was clear. Adam stood still opposite my bed, quietly awaiting my response, as I got up and moved towards him. I moved closer till our toes touched, standing before him in nothing but my black lingerie, my bra covered breasts once again pressing into his naked chest. I waited for him to make a move, but he expected the same of me, our eyes deeply locked into each other's as we stood completely still. When he held himself back from initiating again, I decided to do it for him, leaning up and forward and planting my lips on his.

I kissed him, and we immediately wrapped our hands and arms around each other's bodies. He pulled me closer, shoving his tongue into my mouth before letting both hands fall onto and grope my meaty ass. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into our kiss and letting my body conform onto his in our tight embrace.

Our kisses grew harder and sloppier, and soon we were full on making out, when I felt Adam's hands part from my ass and slide up my back to unhook my bra. He struggled with the strap, still inexperienced with lingerie, as I stepped back and looking him directly in his eyes, unhooked it and let it fall to the floor. My huge, firm titties revealed themselves and Adam stared in awe despite having seen the sight a countless number of times prior. I bent forward to slide off the thong, before taking his hand in mine and guiding him to the edge of the bed. He took a seat, and I climbed over him, the expanse of my titty-flesh right in his face. He moved his hands up, cupping both breasts and feeling their soft firmness. I wanted them in his mouth. I was feeling needy and I wanted him to grind my nipples between his teeth, but I practiced patience, letting him take his time in light of this being our last time together.

He brought forth his fingers to pinch my nipples, before squeezing both breasts with all the force in his hands. I felt them grow tender, feeling a tinge of pain from how hard he pressed but finding myself in love with the sensation. I wanted our last time to go the way I liked it best - hard and rough.

Adam slid one hand down to my ass while using his other to guide my massive tit into his mouth, biting on my nipple as I winced in pleasurable pain.

"Sorry." He quickly apologized, looking up.

"No, keep doing that. I liked it." I said, placing my hands on his neck and pulling him closer into my tits. "I want you to be rough. Can you do that for me? Be rough with my titties?"

Adam complied and began mauling at my big tits, toying with their soft flesh like it were play-doh and biting and pulling on my nipples with his teeth. I moaned out loud, loving every second of his roughness and letting him unload his stresses into my soft, firm meat.

On one particularly hard bite I screamed, pushing him back into bed and sliding my tongue past his lips, kissing him aggressively. I pulled back and started descending, trailing my way down his body all the while planting kisses at first on his face, then his neck, then his chest, down to his abdomen and then finally the clothed bulge tenting his shorts. I seated myself between his legs, teasing him by running my hands over his covered cock. It was hard like steel, demanding better forms of attention as I pulled at his strap.

His big, slab of a cock sprung free and I grabbed it in one hand, stroking its long, veiny shaft.

"I love your cock, Adam." I whispered, letting him watch as I began to trail kisses from his cockhead down his shaft, slowly descending till my lips reached his balls and I parted open my mouth, taking one full testicle inside and sucking. A large dollop of precum escaped his slit, and I watched it travel down his shaft and towards his sac. I removed his testicle from my mouth, quickly running my tongue up to catch the stream and savoring its weaker, lighter taste.

I spat on his cock, adding to the further leaking streaks of precum and lubricating it nicely, before resuming my stroking action on his giant shaft.

"Adam... is there anything in specific you want to do to me?" I asked, looking up at him, the lust in my eyes making it clear that I'd be willing to fulfill any fantasy he wishes for on our last night together. His eyes widened, words he never thought he'd hear ringing in his ears and painting pictures of all sorts of depravity in his head.

I fully expected him to say that he wanted to fuck my ass, anal being the first bet I'd place if the question were posed to any man in the world. I'd only ever offered it in relationships, and those too only for the exes that had truly satisfied me in bed. And considering Adam's track record in said satisfaction... he could have my ass whenever he wanted, all he had to do was ask.

I was fully prepared to make my way to the bathroom and prepare my ass for him, thinking of how wide his thick cock would stretch my tight little asshole, when he surprised me with his answer.

"Can I fuck your tits?"

The first thought to enter my head was how impossible it seemed that I hadn't already made him fuck my tits. They'd been the targets of his obsession for years, and a majority of the time we'd spent having sex was with either his hands or mouth firmly planted on them. I figured that we'd just been too occupied with constantly sucking and fucking to have considered the option, and I briefly felt a tinge of remorse for not having considered it earlier. I'd been told on multiple occasions in the past that they were were built for titty-fucking, and over time I'd believed it right alongside the notion that they were also built for receiving cumshots.

The second thought to enter my head was the same as it would be had his answer been anal:

Did we have any lube?

I grinned up at Adam, excitement painting my face almost as much as it painted his in anticipation of an impending titty-fuck.

I let go of his cock and arched my back, raising my chest and shaking my enormous tits for him.

"You wanna fuck my big titties, daddy?" The grin on my face grew wider.

"I've always wanted to, more than anything." He confessed, staring at the hypnotizing sight before him.

I stood up from between his legs and made my way to the bedside drawer.

"What are you doing?" He asked, unsure of my intentions.

"Looking for some oil. Or lotion." I replied. "Anything that could lube them up, really."

"Mom keeps some coconut oil in the dresser drawer." He pointed out.

I turned to raise an eyebrow at him, before moving to the dresser and indeed finding a bottle of coconut oil in its drawer.

"How'd you know?" I turned back at him, and he refrained from answering. A smile slowly curled my lips as the realization hit.

"... You've used it before, haven't you?"

"A couple of times." He smiled back, confessing.

I laughed, making my way back to sit between his legs with the bottle of coconut oil in my hands.

Just an hour earlier, my head had been flurrying through a million and one thoughts. I had questions about lust, I had questions about love, and I had questions about which category the way I felt truly fell in, and how that would impact our already complicated relationship. Exactly an hour later in the present, all that mental stress had vanished, my focus now solely and only on making this night the best of both our lives.

And I intended on starting by letting Adam fuck my huge tits.

I flipped the open bottle and let a decent amount of oil drip down onto my breasts. Once they sat covered in a slippery, oily sheen, I brought up my hands and slowly massaged them, letting Adam watch in impatient anticipation as I rubbed the oil all over. I picked up the bottle again and let a few drops drip onto his hard cock, then brought forth both hands to spread it evenly and nicely along his full length. Adam groaned from my touch, and I decided that we were ready.

I leaned forward, holding each bountiful breast in a hand while Adam used his to hold his cock out. Once it was pressed firmly against my sternum, I enclosed the slippery flesh around him, my fingers tying the mesh of cock and tits at the front. I felt his cock twitch as he groaned harder, the sight and feel almost too mesmerizing to handle. I smiled at him, whispering a little countdown back from three.

As soon as it hit zero, I began moving my breast flesh up and down his giant cock, titty-fucking him.

"Oh fuck, Jennifer..." Adam threw his head back in insurmountable amounts of pleasure, closing his eyes.