A Mother's Offer

***This chapter got a bit of ass play, but nothing extreme. Consider this a fair warning if that isn't to your taste. For the rest of you, enjoy my story.***

It still wasn't late in the morning when Kathy set the table for breakfast. She took over the kitchen, sending both her performers to the shower. She moved quickly, frying bacon and eggs and tossing together a fruit salad from whatever was available in Laura's kitchen.

She had to wipe the spent of the mother and son before she could use it. While working, her thoughts kept drifting back to the scene she had witnessed on that very counter. It's not that she wasn't jealous, but at the same time, she realised and accepted it to be more than a necessary evil.

It had to happen, even with the blood between them; they had engaged in the most physical act of intimacy, and due to their relationship, they already had a deep love for each other. And truth be told, it was the strongest of all love—no conditions, and now for them, no boundaries.

Yet she was glad that they were now doing it with love, if not out of love. Which made the whole thing less troubling for Kathy.

Andy was the first one to come down, his damp hair tousled. He caught a whiff of the smell of bacon and egg and flashed Kathy a broad, happy smile.

"I was starving." He said, walking in to kiss her on the lips. Kathy felt the pang of jealousy; the kiss was sweet but lacked the heated intensity that he was having with the other woman.

Andy settled down at the table, digging into the food the moment it was placed in front of him. Kathy sat beside him, waiting for Laura to start.

"Someone worked up an appetite," she teased her husband.

Andy looked up, swallowing, "You have no idea."

"That's not entirely true." She giggled playfully, "I have some idea." She put two more eggs on his plate.

Laura came down last, like the star of the show. "Morning, kids," she said with a shy chirp. She, too, was seemingly in a good mood for a woman committed to the gravest of all sins.

Laura settled into her chair with the grace of a woman who belied the raw carnality of the morning. Her damp hair curled at the ends, back to normal, in a motherly attire of a white shirt and a long blue skirt.

But it was not the hair or the clothes that caught the attention, but the light touch of makeup. A touch of blush to highlight her cheekbones, and a burning red, fuck me, lipstick on her full lips. She looked ten years younger than her age.

" You...look gorgeous, mom." Andy had stopped eating; he couldn't take his eyes off Laura.

Kathy, too, gave an Impressed nod. "You do look lovely, Laura."

Laura blushed, "Thank you, sweethearts." She poured herself some coffee, then looked at Andy, "I need to make myself attractive so my son will still be interested in carrying on his duty." She joked.

Kathy giggled, also joking, "I don't think you need to do much for him to find you attractive; he will do that even if you walk around him wearing a potato sack."

Andy hurried a protest, "That's not true." Then he paused and gave a thought before saying in a serious tone, "Well...that is actually true."

The way Andy said it made both women break into laughter.

Kathy passed the orange juice to Laura, "So, how are you feeling after this morning?" She showed concern.

Laura took a sip, "Relieved, seeing you two are acting so normal about it...it's making me feel normal."

"Well, what is not normal in it?" Andy joked, "It's just your son fucking you to make you pregnant, what could be more normal?"

Laura slapped his hand playfully. "Oh, you shut up."

But he didn't shut up, " And about you trying other things to be attractive for me." He gave a mischievous grin. "I got several ideas in my head."

Laura raised an eyebrow in a mock scolding, "Andy, I am still your mother, don't you forget that."

"Oh, come now, Mom," he said with a straight face. "None of them are really extreme or weird. One of them actually involves that red lipstick you're wearing."

Laura couldn't believe what her son was suggesting; her orange juice froze halfway to her lips. "You...you want me to...suck your cock?" The question came with sharp surprise.

"Whoa, whoa, Laura. I was thinking more of a kiss." Andy gave her a toothy smile. "But sure, we can go for the cock sucking."

Laura's cheeks flared crimson, mouth parted. She looked at Kathy for support, who was also blushing, but Laura found a small smile on her lips.

"I don't think it's a bad idea," Kathy giggled, shocking both mother and son. "I wouldn't mind a blowjob... as long as his sperm isn't wasted."

Laura's eyes widened, "I am...I am... " she started stuttering, unable to finish.

"Yes, yes, we know, you are my mother." Andy finished for her, "But you're also the woman I'm trying to get pregnant," He said matter-of-factly.

"But..but.." Laura was flustered, "It's... It's too vulgar, Andy,"

"Vulgar? Come on, Laura, you can't think a blowjob is vulgar." Kathy chimed in, siding with Andy. "Are you saying you've never given one?"

Laura's face turned an even deeper shade of red. "Of course I have... I used to give Andy's dad..." She looked away from both of them. "But he was my husband."

Kathy was enjoying her flustered face. "Well, until you have my baby in your belly, Andy is your proxy husband."

"Pro...Proxy husband?" Laura looked scandalized.

Kathy gave a throaty laugh. "Of course, proxy. He is still my full-time husband, Laura, you can't just have him all to yourself."

Laura turned to Andy, who simply shrugged. "She makes a fair point," he said, smiling at his wife.

Laura groaned, leaning back in her chair, "What have I gotten myself into?" Turning to Kathy with mock complaint, "This is why women are women's worst enemy."

But Kathy wasn't having it. "Oh, come on, Laura. You're wearing that lipstick for a reason. If this were just about making a baby, you'd have applied it to your other lips." The comment left Laura completely tongue-tied.

Laura finally managed to gasp, "You two are absolutely incorrigible," Her fluster reaching a peak of mortified delight.

The ashamed pink suited her face so well that Andy couldn't keep his eyes off. He watched, mesmerized, as his mother's throat worked around a swallow, her lips that sinful red. He couldn't tell what got into him; he pushed back his chair, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her deeply.

Laura froze.

Andy pulled back, leaving her lips slightly parted and smeared with his saliva. "There. See? Not so bad for a husband." He grinned.

Laura blinked, her fingers lifting to touch her lips, where his kiss was still buzzing. She didn't say anything, still stunned. She didn't find lust in that kiss, just deep affection and love. But it ignited the fire rushing downward, soaking her with a sudden, betraying heat.

Kathy giggled, leaning her chin on her hand as she watched the stunned Laura. " Aww, how cute. Now all you need is a vow," she teased. "Then you'll officially be the unlawfully unwedded wife."

Laura finally snapped. "I think the dishes can wait... but I cannot," she said in a low voice, her eyes glowing at Andy. "You want a blowjob from your mother? I will show you exactly how vulgar I can be with this lipstick."

She dropped to her knees, her hips swaying heavily with a hypnotizing motion as she crawled toward him. She stopped at the feet of her son, looking up with parted lips, her eyes promising things that should never be promised between a mother and son.

Andy swallowed hard. He saw the woman kneeling before him, not his mother, just Laura. He could still see the mom he knew and loved, but now she was more, so much more. She was a mother, a temptress, and she was his.

Kathy leaned back in her chair, mouth parted with the raw crudity of Laura crawling to her son, her eyes dark with fascinated, heavy arousal.

Laura's hands rested on his knees, spreading them slowly. The kitchen chair creaked as he jumped at her touch, his pulse hammering visibly at his throat. Laura's fingers trembled slightly on Andy's knotted drawstring, her crimson lips parting with anticipatory breath. Kathy watched, transfixed, as Laura's practiced hands, once reserved for bathing her son, changing his soiled diaper, now worked with deliberate slowness.

The drawstring gave way under Laura's fingers, the soft fabric pooling around Andy's hips as she tugged. Kathy's breath hitched when Laura paused, just for a heartbeat, to press her flushed cheek against the straining outline of his cock through his boxers. Andy's knuckles whitened on the table edge as she rubbed her face against him like a feline.

Laura exhaled hotly against the damp cotton, her lips brushing the swollen head of him as she mouthed him through the fabric. The sound Andy made, half groan, half whimper, sent a visible shudder through Kathy. She bit her lip hard enough to leave marks, her thighs pressing together under the table. "Oh Christ," she whispered.

Laura's fingers curled around the waistband of Andy's boxers, peeling them down just enough to free his angry cock, already hard and glistening at the tip. The scent of him, musky and familiar in a way that should've repelled her, made her mouth water instead. She hesitated for only a second before running her tongue along the underside of his shaft, leaving a trail of saliva.

Andy's hips jerked involuntarily as Laura's tongue traced the sensitive ridge beneath his cockhead. Her mouth hovered there, wet and hot, her breath ghosting over him in a way that was pure torment. Kathy's chair scraped the floor as she leaned forward. Her hand rushed between her thighs.

Laura's crimson lips parted, the slick warmth of her mouth enveloping the head of his cock with agonizing slowness. A bead of precum smeared across her lower lip as she pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the tip—meticulously, obscenely—before sinking her mouth. The wet suction drew a ragged curse from Andy, his fingers tangling in her hair without conscious thought. Kathy exhaled sharply through her nose, her hand already moving in rhythmic circles.

The wet *pop* of Laura's lips pulling off Andy's cock echoed in the kitchen, her breath coming in short, heated bursts as she gazed up at him through her lashes. A thin strand of saliva connected her swollen lower lip to the glistening head of him, stretching and snapping as she tilted her chin higher to see her son.

Andy saw his mother—her lipstick smeared, her eyes heavy-lidded. The sight of her kneeling between his thighs, his cock glistening with her saliva, made his head swim. His thumb traced the wet, swollen curve of her lower lip, smearing the red further across her chin. "You look fucking beautiful like this."

Laura's breath hitched at his words, her eyelashes fluttering as she leaned into his touch, loving as he grabbed her by the hair, obediently letting him guide her mouth back down.

Kathy's fingers dug into her own thigh, her arousal a live wire sparking under her skin. She couldn't take it anymore; she tugged her pajama bottoms down, dipping two fingers into her own slick heat with a shuddering sigh. She didn't even try to hide it; her husband and mother-in-law were too far gone to notice anyway.

But she wanted them to notice her, wanted them to make her a part of it. She stood, discarding the pajama bottoms on the kitchen floor, and walked over to kneel behind Laura.

Kathy's damp fingers traced the curve of Laura's spine through the thin fabric of her shirt, making the older woman arch into the touch with a startled gasp. Andy's gaze snapped to his wife, his cock twitching in Laura's hungry mouth as he saw Kathy's finger grab the hem of her mother-in-law's skirt. The fabric pooled around Laura's knees, exposing the flushed, swollen lips between her thighs; glistening with the same arousal that slicked Kathy's fingers. Laura moaned around Andy's length when Kathy's fingertips skimmed the crease of her thighs, teasing but not touching where she burned.

Kathy leaned forward, her breath hot against Laura's ear as she murmured, "Have you ever been licked by a girl before?" Laura's eyes flew open wide, her lips tightening reflexively around Andy's cock as a shudder ran through her. Kathy didn't wait for an answer; she pressed her chest flush against Laura's back, her hands sliding around to cup the older woman's breasts through the thin cotton. "Let's see if you like that too," she whispered, her thumbs brushing Laura's stiffened nipples in slow, agonizing circles.

Laura's moan vibrated around Andy's cock as Kathy moved down her body, hands skimming the curves of her waist, her hips, before settling between her thighs. The first touch of Kathy's tongue against Laura's slick folds had the older woman jerking forward, her hands clutching at Andy's knees for balance. Andy groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair; not guiding, just holding on as his mother's mouth went slack around him, her focus shattered by the dual sensations.

Laura's grip on Andy's knees turned to desperate clawing as Kathy's tongue laved against her in slow, deliberate strokes. She inserted one digit, then another, and then another; each one drawing out a higher-pitched whimper that vibrated around Andy's cock. The older woman's thighs trembled, her hips rocking between the dual attentions of her son's thickness filling her mouth and her daughter-in-law's mouth and fingers working between her legs with obscene precision.

Kathy snapped a look up at her husband, her face flushed and eyes dark with a feral heat. "You like it, baby?" she rasped, her fingers still working with obscene precision. "You like that we're using your mother like a fuck toy?"

Andy could only groan in response, his hips twitching forward involuntarily as Laura's throat constricted around him. The sight of his wife's fingers spreading his mother's slick folds wide, her tongue dipping into glistening pink flesh that should never have been exposed to either of them, sent a fresh wave of heat surging through him. He'd never seen Kathy so ravenous, so utterly unrestrained, and the way Laura's body arched into her touch, the way her moans grew louder around his cock, made it clear this was no reluctant sacrifice.

Laura's hands scrambled blindly behind her, fingers twisting in Kathy's hair as the younger woman's tongue flicked faster against her clit, fingers digging deep into her slippery hole. Andy watched, mesmerized, as his mother's throat convulsed around his cock, her moans transforming into desperate gagging sounds that only made him harder. The kitchen smelled of sex and breakfast.

Laura had never been exposed to such sensations, her mind fracturing as she struggled to decide where to concentrate, her son's cock pulsing against her tongue or her daughter-in-law's mouth sucking hungrily at her pussy. She'd never been touched by another woman, never imagined the slick heat of Kathy's tongue circling her clit with such precision. Andy's fingers tightened in her hair as Kathy hummed against her, the vibration sending her hips jerking forward into Kathy's face. She was cumming in another woman's mouth, and she couldn't stop.

Kathy moaned into Laura's wet flesh, her fingers digging into the older woman's thighs as Laura's climax pulsed against her tongue. The taste was intoxicating, salt and musk and something indefinably forbidden, and Kathy found herself pressing deeper, chasing every shuddering aftershock as Laura trembled between them. Andy gasped when his mother's throat clenched rhythmically around him, her moans muffled but unmistakable, and he knew she was coming apart completely. The realization made him forget his pleasure entirely; he was mesmerized by the sight of his wife's flushed cheeks pressed against Laura's glistening cunt, her tongue still working even as Laura slumped weakly against her.

Then Kathy looked up at him, her face wet with Laura's essence, and murmured, "Come... you have another wife to satisfy." She turned on her knees, her naked ass parting with great eagerness as she presented herself to him right next to the slumped form of his mother.

Andy's breath hitched as Kathy turned on her knees, provocatively bouncing to signal her great urgency; the smooth curve of her ass still ignited his lust, even after all their years together. He reached down and cupped Laura's face, lifting her head from his lap. She looked up with a dazed, hollow expression, her lipstick smeared obscenely around her swollen lips, the physical evidence of her desecration.

Like a siren call, Kathy's backside was calling him, the same familiar pussy, the same familiar asshole above it, yet now it felt different; charged with the illicit energy of their shared transgression. Andy pulled his mother softly to a side, leaving her panting and disoriented against the kitchen floor, his cock slick with her saliva as he stepped toward Kathy. Laura watched through heavy-lidded eyes as her son gripped his wife's hips with possessive hunger, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he slammed his cock home in one brutal thrust that forced a muffled gasp from Kathy's throat.

"Oh, fuck..." Kathy's voice cracked as Andy's hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. She arched her back, pressing her ass flush against his pelvis, urging him deeper. "Christ, baby...please...fuck your other wife." Her fingers scrabbled at the kitchen tiles.

Andy was in a hurry, hitting her like a freight train; he was pounding his wife's pussy, the wet clap of her ass echoing through the kitchen as he drilled her. He probed his middle finger into her tight asshole, stretching it open as he fucked her, bringing a new layer of pleasure. Throughout their marriage, she only let him defile her that way when she was pushed to the brink of a primal fever—and that morning, watching his mother, she was already there.

She loved the sensation of Andy filling both her holes at once. She liked the intrusive stretch of his finger in her asshole.

"Finger my asshole, baby, show your mother how you take your wife," Kathy moaned, rolling her hips back onto him.

Laura was in awe, witnessing the nasty marital secret between Andy and Kathy. She watched as her son's finger drove knuckle-deep into the asshole of the gentle, polite Kathy, his dick pistoning in and out of her cunt with a ferocity.

Laura couldn't look away; couldn't unsee the way Kathy's body opened for her son's cock, how her hips rocked back with practiced ease to meet his every thrust. The obscene slap of flesh filled the kitchen, underscored by Kathy's choked moans as Andy worked her over with a familiar brutality that spoke of years of marital intimacy. Laura's fingers crept between her own thighs, her breath hitching when she found herself still dripping from Kathy's mouth; still throbbing as she watched her son fuck his wife with the same primal hunger he'd shown her before. She began to rub her clit.

Andy and Kathy didn't last long; they were impatient for their release. Andy groaned as Kathy clenched around him, her inner muscles fluttering as she came, hard and sudden, her orgasm wrenched from her by the relentless pace of his thrusts. He could feel her shaking beneath him, her broken little cries muffled against her arm, and with a ragged groan, he let himself go, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he emptied himself right before his mother's wide, watching eyes.

Laura's fingers worked furiously between her thighs as she watched Andy slumped on Kathy, his weight pinning her flat against the kitchen floor. The sight of her son's spent body draped possessively over his wife, his cock still twitching inside her, sent a final, violent jolt through Laura's core. She bit her lip to stifle the moans as the orgasm hit her in frantic waves, her eyes never leaving the rhythmic twitch of her son's body.