Skin in the Game Pt. 02

She held on, and fucked back at him as best she could. Her best was very good indeed. "You're gonna give me your cum before you do any other goddamned thing, she grunted and growled into his ear. You've got to shoot that love into Mommy's cunt if you want me to feel it. Come on, Jay. Fuck me, and cum in me. Give it to me! You're my man!"

She wasn't disappointed. Another taboo load from her son throbbed into her in a rhythm like a heartbeat. She trembled writhed out of control as she orgasmed all over his pole.

***

Leanne's breath returned after some time. Her hair was a cinnamon color; soaked with sweat. She felt drunk but not dizzy, and couldn't remember if they'd had wine with their dinner. Her face flushed, and she couldn't take her eyes from Jay's bellowing chest. He lay spread out beside her.

She pressed her lithe body against his well-muscled torso. His arms wrapped around her, and his breathing slowed, soothed by her contact. Her young man wagged his head from side to side as he stared at the ceiling. "Unbelievable," he said with reverence.

"It was," she cooed, and lay her head on his pectoral. "You excite me like no other man I've known. It's the best sex...the best love I've ever gotten. It's like I never knew what it meant to be with a man before you...before this"

"Not that," he said. He finally turned to face her. "I want you again. Right now."

There was no way she could go again so soon after that romp. There was no way she could resist. She looked down to his groin, and felt a boggling mix of disappointment and relief. "You're saying it, babe, but you're not showing it."

Jason laughed. "Oh, there's no way I could do it right now. But I want you, anyway. The flesh is unable, but the spirit is eager. I love you so much. Feeling you lying here with me makes me want to—"

Leanne's phone rang again. She'd always liked the ringtone she'd chosen, but she was going to have to change it first thing tomorrow. "Grrrrr!"

"Answer it, already," her bare-ass son urged. Do it while I'm too tired to do anything."

"Fine," she answered flatly. She stumbled on wobbly legs to the living room/dining room area, and snatched the phone up. When she'd made her way back to the bedroom, she tapped the phone, and then tapped it a second time to set it to speaker mode.

She tossed the phone onto the bedside table, and eased her way back onto the damp sheets. "Hi, Roy," she said in the direction of her cellphone.

"Are you with Jay right now?"

"I'm in the bed." Jason spooned up behind her and ran a hand from her bellybutton up to cup a naked breast. The mother hummed in approval.

Jay whispered into his mother's ear, "Should I go?"

Leanne shook her head, no, and said to the phone, "What is it Roy?"

"Did you get my message? About the e-mail?"

"Yes."

And did you get the e-mail?"

"Yes, and I read it too."

Roy waited for further response to his e-mail. When none came, he said, "I tried calling."

"We were enjoying dinner earlier."

"I called three different times."

"I don't know what to tell you. I've answered this time. I wasn't ready to talk to you before now."

"But you're ready now?"

She sighed before saying, "I suppose so. Here's the thing, Roy. I found your e-mail infuriating."

"Why?"

"You complain that I didn't offer you a choice. I stopped having the choice for intimacy a long time ago. Besides, the last few years you've said you only came along because I pressured you into it. You're playing the victim both ways. I'm pushing you around if I ask. You're insulted if I don't. Worse, you've been the one refusing choice all along. I've taken nothing away from you. You get to enjoy your work without having to interact with me, like you want."

"I wouldn't say I..."

"Be honest, Roy. Haven't you enjoyed having your time and life to yourself? Or would you rather Jay and I drive back tonight so the three of us can talk all night?

Roy was silent for a moment. "I admit I...I've enjoyed it. It's nothing against you two, Leanne."

"I know. Time has passed. These days you'd prefer to come home, eat a quiet meal and go to bed with a bit of television to send you on your way to dreamland. What you want has changed. Jason and I gone off to the cabin to let you have it. And that's nothing against you, Roy. You don't need to call and write all the time. Do your thing and see how you like it. We will do the same."

"Okay," said Roy like a child who has recieved a double portion of desert and doesn't want to do anything to jinx it.

"Let's see. What else? You said you are glad I'm with Jay, and not some stranger. I guess that's okay. I'm glad I'm with him now too." She pushed her ass back against her lover, and relished the feel of his grip tightening.

"Oh. Uh...okay," was the only response her husband could think of.

"But this shit about an open marriage..."

"It was a thought."

"Why the hell would I want to live with you and fuck some other guy?" She felt heat rising in her face. This time it wasn't lust. "I want the man in my home to be the one who wants to fuck me."

"Leanne, I..."

"And I want it to be a real man. One who can give me a real good fucking."

"Leanne!"

"For over a year - about two years now -- you have made it clear that you don't want that at all."

"I'm sorry. I..."

"Thank you for the apology, Roy. But you wrote that you wanted to have a say over my sex life even more than you have in the past." She took her son's hand from her chest squeezed his fingers. "One earns that kind of authority."

"I don't want to lose you, Leanne."

"Don't want to lose me? Take some time to think about this, Roy: Are you sure you want to keep me? Why? For what? Don't think about losing me because I'm not your property to start with. Think about what you actually want. Consider the possibility that you don't want to be with me."

She hung up the phone, and burst into tears. The pair held on tight as Leanne sobbed into her son's chest. He stroked her damp hair, and said, "I don't know if this is something you want to hear at a moment like this, but I want you to know. I've never heard you talk to Dad like that. The way you stood up for yourself and the way you challenged him to think about everything. It was amazing. I'm splitting with pride over you."

She looked at him through her tears, and asked, "Really?"

"Of course. That was brave as hell. Mom got real for a minute."

She made a weak smile, and huffed out a small chuckle at her goofy boy. "It was pretty hard."

Jay considered making a "That's what she said" joke. Instead he shut up, and held her through the night.

***

The next morning, Sunday morning, the Hallidays slept in. It began their third day at the cabin. Noon was not far off when they stirred and rose. The last night's activities left them slow and tired. Leanne made cheese omelets. Jay had a simple task; heating up the leftover tomato-zucchini sauce from last night's dinner. The hot omelets came with the warm sauce heaped on top. It came with toast and coffee.

"Y'know," Jay said over the rim of his mug, "I keep turning your conversation with Dad over in my head."

"Yeah," Leanne grumbled, poking at her last forkful of omelet. "It was tough stuff."

"Right," Jay said. He took another sip of Jo, and stared at his mother. He wondered if he should even be bringing this stuff up.

"What?"

"I was thinking about how you urged Dad to think about what he wants."

"Right."

"That he wants a partner at home, but not a lover; that he might even tolerate his partner having a lover on the side."

Leanne looked down at her plate with a pitying -- almost disgusted -- look. "That's how it seems to me."

"But what sort of life do you want, Mom?"

Leanne looked up with surprise. "I can't remember the last time anyone asked me that," she said.

Jason's lovely mother rose from her chair and sauntered over to him. Then she straddled her son's lap. "I want my partner to be my lover." Her crotch pressed hard against his. "I want him to desire me." She pulled her nightshirt up and over her head, and tossed it onto the kitchen floor. Jay was kissing and sucking at her full chest before the oversize shirt hit the floorboards. "I want it to be you." She reached between them to fish out his manhood. "And I want your fat dick in my mouth right now."

She rose from his lap to step between his thighs, never releasing her son's penis from her grip. She sank to her knees on the hardwood floor, and started licking his manhood from base to tip.

Jay ran his fingers through his mother's red hair as her head tilted from side to side to cover his cock in saliva. Once she'd coated him she rose a few inches, high enough to get the tip between her lips. She sighed at the sensation of the spongy tip on her tongue. The sigh caused a steamy vibration down his full length and deeper. His fingers curled by instinct, but he didn't grab her hair. Something occurred to her that made this unlike every other man she'd taken into her mouth. She realized she wouldn't mind if Jason pulled her hair or shoved his meat down her throat. The very idea of such rough stuff had always disturbed her, but she was safe with her son. She felt at home on her knees before her son with his cock in her mouth.

She took in as much as she could for the moment. She bobbed and sucked on as much of his long think erection as she could handle. Jason moaned above her, and the sound of his pleasure excited her even more. She sighed again with his bone deep in her throat, and the vibration sent Jason shivering. Something tipped over on the table. Something else fell to the floor. Neither of them took notice.

"Oh gods," Jay's voice echoed in the kitchen area, "I wanna fuck you so bad, Mom."

Leanne made a long loud slurp as she withdrew her boy's cock from her throat. She looked up at him, and his hand immediately cupped her cheek in a loving gesture. "I want you too, baby, but I'm not sure I can right now. We've been going at it...a lot over the past couple days, and...well...Mommy is pretty sore down there."

Jason didn't even blink. She wasn't the first woman who'd had this problem with him. "If you're sore, sucking that won't help you. Didn't you know that?" He reached down, and grabbed under her arms to help her up. She stood in nothing but a pair of scanty panties in front of her son, next to the kitchen table. Jason stood up and put his hands on her pinched waist. Neither noticed his chair falling over. He gave her a peck on the lips and scooped her up into his arms.

Leanne squealed in surprise, and immediately looped her arms around her son's neck. He carried her to the couch and lay her along the length of it. With patient steady hands Jason took hold of his mom's panties and pulled them down her long thighs. "Giving a blowjob might make you wet, but it won't help if it's sore." His tone was calm and practical, like explaining which setting to use for delicates. When the flimsy panties cleared Leanne's pretty feet, he dropped them and drew her knees apart. He ran his fingertips along the labia with a feather-soft touch. "This is mine, now, you know. Whenever this little pussy is sore from my dick -- because you know this is bound to happen again -- you need lie down and show me where it hurts."

Leanne was breathing faster. Jay's still confident tone made her feel like she was the younger of the two of them, and he was her sexual guide. She could barely feel his touch on her crotch, it was driving her crazy.

"Show me where it hurts, Mom. Touch the place where I made you sore." His touch faded, and she looked up at him with child-like wonder. "Go on. Show me where you need me to make it better."

Leanne brought her hands down and traced around her groin. She couldn't take her eyes off her manly son. She realized she was biting her lip. "It's my cunt, baby," she put emphasis on her favorite dirty word. "My slit is aching from how you pounded it with your huge cock. It was wonderful, but now your tight little cunt is sore."

"Want me to kiss it and make it all better, Mom?"

Leanne's words failed her. She could only nod.

"You know that saliva works as a salve. That's why people and dogs lick their wounds."

She watched her son and waited.

"My saliva might help your pussy. What do you think?"

Again, Leanne couldn't do more than nod with her legs splayed open for her son.

"Let's give it a try. Let's see if I can lick the pain away, and make you ready for a nice deep fucking."

His mother's nod was rapid this time as Jason lowered his head and dragged the flat of his tongue up her crease. It felt like heaven. His licks were slow, and he made sure to give plenty of spit in each pass. She gripped his hair tight in her fists. He might remember this next time I blow him, and hold my hair a bit tighter. Jay's tongue pressed against her spreading entrance and over her clitoris. The lips parted for his wet mouth. He took care to provide a lot of saliva, and to apply it to every crevice in her groin with care. The masterful stud kept his fingers to himself. He only pressed his tongue deeper into her once she was sloppy-wet and screaming his name. Her vagina was sore deep inside, beyond Jay's oral reach. But his calm and loving kiss on her open channel made her whole body sing. Leanne came all over her lover's face, and he kept tonguing her crotch with easy wet kisses. His face gleamed with his own saliva and his mother's juices.

The bare-naked mommy looked down her tight body to Jason's head between her thighs. His mouth stuck to her labia, and his eyes were closed. He was content to sit there beside the couch and eat his mother's pussy all day, it seemed.

A second orgasm built with this understanding. Jay's treatment helped. She didn't feel sore at her entrance. Deep inside had a small ache, but she was still ready for her man to be inside her again. After, she assured herself, I cum one more time on his handsome face. He was ready and willing to accept her offering. It was only another moment or two before Jay recieved more of his mother's cream.

"That's good, Jason. That was great. Mommy's all better. I'm ready for you now."

Jay's eyes opened at his mother's words. One look at her hungry expression, and he knew it was true. With one last loving kiss on her clit, he rose to his feet. Her young man had removed his bottoms while eating her out, and his hard flesh stood out proud.

Instead of getting on top of her, her eased her feet off the couch, and sat in their place. She lowered her calves to rest on his naked lap. "You should get on top, Mom. Make sure we don't go too fast. Take as much as you're ready for. Take your time. I'll be giving you every inch before we're done. I guarantee it."

Leanne shook as she straddled his lap. She locked eyes with her son, her man, and took hold of his throbbing pillar. He was right about everything, she felt certain. Her pussy belonged to him now. He would take expert care of it. And she would be riding every bulging inch of his massive cock before long. What a man! She thought it as she rubbed the fat head along her entrance.

He kissed her nipples. She could feel his teeth graze against them as he took each one in his mouth. Little electric bolts ran from her breasts through her body. Leanne lowered her hips, and Jason popped inside with little resistance and no pain.

"Mmmm," he grumbled with her right nipple between his teeth. Bigger electric bolts sizzled through her.

As she worked her way down her son's shaft, she felt the ache return. Again, Jason had been right: This would take a little longer than usual. She took her hands from his shoulders, and ran her fingertips through his temples. He took the signal as intended, looking away from her tits and up into her eyes. She lowered her head to kiss him as her pussy struggled to engulf another few inches of hard meat. "Mmm!" she cried into his mouth. The kiss broke, and Leanne winced. "I went a little too fast there. It's not easy to keep taking you inside day in and day out. You're so much bigger than what I'm used to." She didn't want to say her husband's name out loud at a moment like this. But there was no doubt that Jason's father couldn't compare with their son.

"My girl got over-eager," Jay said with a grin. He clapped her ass in play, and she yipped with pleasure. "Don't rush, Mom. Take it nice and slow. There's no need to rush. We won't run out of hard dick for your sweet little pussy." Leanne grinned as her son ramped up his dirty talk. He knew she loved it along with the occasional light spanking. His words and the playful swat on her butt got her more excited. The pain inside her was fading but not gone. "We don't hurry up to finish having sex," he continued, "to be on time for an appointment. Sharing our love and desire is the goal. We rush the other shit to get me back inside you. Enjoy how hard you make me. Feel how much my mother makes me throb and swell up."

She could feel it. That sensation and his words triggered her body to produce more lubricant, and to make way for her son's mass.

She ground further down on his flagpole of a cock. It almost didn't hurt at all, and Jason's moans of ecstasy made it all so worthwhile. Of course the sensation of wedging that fat juicy member into her cunt got her to howl at the afternoon sun too. They sat still with Jason's manhood buried to the root in his mother's sex. Their eyes locked, each sone an expression of awe.

"You alright?" he asked with a smile on his lips and his hands on her bare ass.

Leanne realized that she had tears in the corners of her eyes. In answer to his questions, she kissed him again. Her hips moved in slow tiny circles. It was all she could handle for the moment. The kiss broke, but she kept her mouth close to his face. "I'm amazing, baby. I'm so..." she couldn't finish the sentence. His fat baton stirring her insides (thanks to her own movement) and his grip on her ass felt incredible. But most wonderful was how invested he was in making that moment as loving and exciting and painless as possible.

She opened her eyes and saw his dark brown eyes fixed on her through fallen strands of her auburn hair. He was more than a big cock or a hard body. He was more than a skilled lover, making her vibrate with pleasure. He loved her in more ways than any other man could. This man cared for every inch of her and showered Leanne-the-woman with adoration. With his erection exploring deep into her abdomen, Jason was her loving son. Her gorgeous lover. Her attentive man. He was up to being her sexual master, and he would be happy to lie down to be her sex slave.

There was no pain in Leanne's sculpted body. But a fire arose in her. Those green eyes flashed with lust.

Jason saw it, and held up a finger with one hand while tightening his grip on her ass. "Careful," he said. "Start slow."

He was right again, of course. She wanted to thrash around and pound him in and out. But she could ruin it for herself and her son if she rushed and hurt herself. He has learned a lot from those college girls. Well, it was all to serve and benefit me! She smiled at him, and then lowered her eyes in a gesture of obedience.

"Yes, sir," she said in a soft voice with her smile still wide. She kept her motions slow and tight, probing herself with her son's cock.

Jason gasped at her words, and then a second time at the sensations she was creating with her movement.

Bit by bit, she widened the circle her hips made on his lap. She forced herself to keep the tempo down. She bit her lip and whined in pleasure. Jason moaned, and squeezed her chest and her bottom.