Son’s friend fucks us hard, It was a hot night

The summer night was sultry and sweltering, the kind that tangled lovers’ limbs together in sweaty sheets. Dawn and her husband Dave were celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary at a romantic B&B. Their college-aged son Chad was home from university, now engaged to his longtime girlfriend Taylor.

As Dawn lounged by the pool in her tiny bikini, Chad approached nervously. “Mom, can I talk to you?” He had something important to confess. Dawn smiled warmly, always open to her son’s concerns. “Of course, honey. What’s on your mind?”

Chad blushed, eyes darting away. “Well, it’s just… Taylor and I, we’ve been together for so long. And I really want to make our engagement special and memorable. I was hoping… maybe you would guide us? Sexually?”

Dawn’s eyes widened. Chad blushed deeper. “I know it’s a weird request, but you’ve always been so open-minded. I want to try some… new things with Taylor. Before we get married.”

His innocent face pleaded with her. How could she refuse such a reasonable wish from her darling son? Dawn took a deep breath. “Of course, baby. I’d be happy to give you and Taylor a… diversion class. To prep you for marital bliss.”

Chad beamed gratefully, still not meeting her eyes. “Also, Mom, Taylor thinks you’re really sexy. She’s always loved your figure, your confidence. Would you maybe help me give her the experience of a lifetime? To be honest, I think… we both want you.”

Dawn blinked. There was something thrilling, yet morally repugnant about her son’s request. But the Lord works in mysterious ways… As a good Christian woman and mother, she couldn’t deny her child’s wish. Not on her anniversary. Not when she could help two people she loved find spiritual ecstasy together. God tests us with temptations so we prove our strength. This would be her test… She stood up and pull her son Chad into a deep hug, voices lowered. “You know I can’t say no to you, hot stuff,” she whispered in his ear. “You can count on your mother for anything.”

Chad almost dropped to his knees right there in his parents’ sunroom, pushed down by his mother’s presence. His jaw hung slack, the words ‘my mother’ colliding in his head with ‘bend me over’. His face went stupid, cock hardening. “T-Taylor’ll be over at 8. We’ll have to say our goodnights early, but she’ll come over… ’till midnight. ‘S’that enough time to give her… help?”

Dawn laughed deeply. Her son’s deflated slacks hung under the weight of an immensity she’d never miscalculated, and she loved it. She pulled him into her arms. “Baby, we’ll have your girl howling at the moon by 10, and the neighbors will be yelling at each other the next day. By 11 investigate the lost blue balls and exploding wallets, and arrive the suicide of the CIA.”

“Women are soft and blacked out at twelve, and return men unable to spell or remember the last hours after from bacon and eggs, two omelet morning. It wants to fuck you, but you’ll be too damn dizzy to take it again.

Trust your mother. You’ll have to give yourself 5 hours of restful sleep by 3 AM so that you can get enough sunlight for the supernatural orgy, this SD that will kill the vacation, so riches and testicles well scaled by blonds.” Then, “I have the best solutions for your needs.”

Dawn watched her son’s throat bobble as she spoke, and she recognized the dawning of something new and helpless in his eyes. Something dark and inescapable, like a disease

She pressed her hands from shoulder to elbow, sliding her son forward until they both stood on the patio rug ringing the hot tub.

“We’ll have a lot of fun, Daddy,” she singsonged, feeling her son’s pulse speed up like a projectile under her fingertips.

Chad looked at his cock, which was bowing under his 501s. When he looked up, his mother was staring at it, her upper lip curved to one side. He forgot to breathe.

“Holy shit, Mom…” Chad breathed, looking down. A shirtless Chad walked into the urgent care facility, an ice pack pressed to his face, blood dripping from his nose. He and his drunken pledges had gotten into a fight and his nose was definitely broken and probably needed surgery, but he wasn’t about to tell his mom that.

Dawn stood down, washing away everything she’d heard and seen this night. “Nothing serious, I hope?” The goofy smile that took on exhaling was hard to explain, especially since his mother was walking down the hall on her way back from a meeting. He shook his shoulders in a careless way, but his mother was taking note of the ice pack. “Alright, I’ll bite: what happened to your face?”

Chad shrugged again. “Nothing major. A couple of guys on the wrestling team thought I was looking at their girlfriends; some punches were thrown, and well,” he gestured jerkily with his free hand at his swollen nose, “here we are.”

She looked down his torn shirt, blood on his neck. Her son, circuitry and body, instinct and experience, came to life together. “What happened after she arrived?” He said nothing.

His mother turned back to him. She looked at his clothes again, at his exposed ribs, his jewelry, the sheets scattered on the floor. Then back. “Chad.”

His face broke the first time in his life. “Yes,” he toyed with the laptop.

He had no idea what the next months would mean in the life of his family, but it filled him with awe.

“I destroyed the-computer of my girlfriend in a fucking, you whore?”