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Note: This fictional story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author’s consent.This is a work of fiction, intended to entertain adult readers. It has graphic erotic scenes and offensive language. If you can’t legally view this, please don’t! All characters and names of the story are fictional! Any resemblance between these characters and any person is strictly coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations are over 18.

*****

Alison laughed as she walked alongside her son into a local diner in a dress and a long overcoat for the rain. They found a cozy corner booth and she tossed her bag in before she slid in.

“FUCK!” she hissed before she gave Markus a grimacing look.

“What?” he asked sliding in on the other side.

Alison took a quick scan of her surrounding before she leaned towards him, “My ass stings.”

Markus in response grinned wickedly.

Alison flinched adjusting her position, “Oh fuck you!”

Markus’ grin faded to a smile, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing you curse like that.”

She smiled blushing and met his gaze, “I have a portion of my body covered in your fingerprints and your bite marks. I honestly don’t know how I’m still walking. I woke up this morning…” she paused to look around again, and leaned in again, “I woke up this morning to you smacking your cock on my face. And my saying, ‘fuck you’ is what you can’t get used to?” she gave him a smirking yet confused look.

“Honestly… Yeah!” agreed Markus.

“Well then I guess I’ll have to put in some work to keep you guessing, don’t I?” she laughed.

“That you do, mom.” He said just as she noticed the waitress coming towards their direction.

The mother and son barely talked much engorging themselves in the food before they went out for a walk in the rain. Under a single umbrella. Their arms locked. The rain masking their conversation with each other. They took shelter nearby when the rain got heavy, hidden under the umbrella from the rest of the world, making out in public as mother and son. Groping and fondling each other.

The decided to take a quick detour into the park once the rain slowed down.

“Today should have been a beautiful day, you know.” He said strolling.

“Why is that?” she laughed, “Because you can somehow control the rain?”

“No. Because I wanted my first date with you, to be…” he said glancing down at her to the side with a smile bright enough to offset the glooming rain.

“That’s sweet. But you should know that this is not a date.” She said confidently.

“It’s not?” he asked.

“NO! Come on.” She muttered. “We ruined everything pure about us me being your mom. And just because we fucked doesn’t mean that we’re gonna be dating?” she spoke.

Markus nodded along listening to her. She always was very intuitive.

“People who date grow apart. The reason why I think they grow apart is because, being a couple means, two people from different world who come together to share their lives and experiences the hopes of finding love.” She said.

“Yeah? You don’t think that’s true with you and me?” he asked.

“Fuck no, baby!” she said, “I’ve loved you since the moment you were born. There’s nothing in the world that could get me to not love you, Markus.” She spoke.

“And I love you too, mom. I’ve loved you the longest and as…” Markus was blurting out words as he was thinking. Processing and coming down to the decision that he has. “as… as truly as I do. I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone as truly as I do you, mom.”

“Exactly. People who date grow apart because they come together in the hopes of love. They try to impress each other and figure out each other as much as they can and try to fit into each other’s lives. And once they discover the real person under all the impression they pose in order for the other person to like them. The fall apart.”

Markus nodded.

“And you and me. That’s never going to happen, because for one thing. I raised you damnit. And I’ve done a pretty good job at it. You are a great man and phenomenal in bed. All that’s left for the both of us to explore each other, is sexually.” She grinned, bumping against him softly.

“That, I’m behind.” He concurred.

It didn’t take long before the mother and son were giggling, desperately muffling the moaning and grunting in the bushes on a pile of dried leaves damp from the rain. Fucking in the open rain, their umbrella stuck in the bushes.

“My god, mom. This is so fucking wild.” He laughed fucking her.

“FUCK baby, yes.”

“Have you ever done this before?” he asked.

“What fuck in the bushes?” she confirmed.

“Yeah…” he nodded

“NO!” she laughed adjusting her position as she pushed her hip up to meet his thrusts.

Markus kissed her passionately, groping her freely, “I love you, mom!” he muttered

“Ohhh fuck!” he cooed, “What we’re doing to bad on so many levels excluding… FUCK!” she grunted, “Excluding the fact that we’re fucking in public.” She mumbled kissing him back.

“As long as I get to keep doing this?” he grunted yıldırım escort fucking her, “I don’t think, there’s anything else that matters, mom.”

“FUCK! Baby, I’m close.” She announced.

“Me too.” He grunted as he thrust into her, planting his pelvis into her, sunk in. Pushing her into the pile of dead leaves and burying his face into her neck grunting as he came hard.

She held him cradled in her arms and wrapped her legs around him. Comforting him as he stayed buried inside her.

Alison laid gawking up at the trees, and the pouring sky peeking through. Her son inside her, and in her arms. And at that moment. At that exact moment. She smiled at just how content she was with life.

*****

Alison: Sleep well last night?

Markus: Yeah, you?

Alison: Yes! Very!

Markus: When did you leave?

Alison: I don’t know, probably around 2 I think.

Markus: You shoulda woke me up.

Alison: Come on, baby. You’re working today. You need your sleep. Especially after last night.

Markus: You’re working today too.

Markus: Aren’t you?

Alison: I am, but I can manage.

Markus: And you thought I couldn’t?

Alison: Stop twisting my words, Markus

Markus: Fine! I’d suggest you ask dick for a half day off. You can’t function without sleep.

Alison: Just a night. Relax.

Markus: Listen to me woman. I’m your son, and you listen to me.

Alison: Or else what?

Markus: Or else I’ll spank you.

Alison: Don’t you spank me enough?

Markus: Great I’m getting hard again.

Alison: Need help with that?

Markus: MOM! Stop it.

Alison: FINE! I gotta go. Catch you later, baby. Bye.

Alison tucked her phone under the papers she grabbed and stepped into Dick’s office to brief him on his rescheduling.

Just as she was done, he said, “One more thing.”

“Yes?” she asked.

“Cute dress.”

Alison beamed in the compliment. “Thanks” she said.

His eyes took notice of her for the first time ever. She stood almost to model herself for him. “Are those stockings?” he asked. “Don’t think I’ve seen you wear them before.”

“Yes they are.” She said meeting his eyes which wandered her curves and her legs. Having had the weekend that she did, she welcomed his feasting eyes. “Didn’t realize you were so keen on what I wear under my skirt.”

“I’m a legs man. I always notice legs.” He admitted shamelessly.

“Thigh highs or panty hose?” he asked.

“Thigh highs!” she said declaring, “Always!” she said. Almost offended that he’s suspect her wearing pantyhose.

“You don’t like pantyhose?” he asked.

“Never liked em.” She confessed.

“Neither did I” he admitted.

“Didn’t realize men tried them on.” She joked, smirking.

“A joke like that warrants a spanking.”

“Is that a promise?” she teased.

He scanned her body and paused in silence before continuing. “Did I pay for them?” he asked.

“Nope.” She said. “These are all mine.”

He nodded, smiled and turned to the computer again. Alison turned back to head out to the door but paused.

She stopped and turned to face him again, “Are you asking because you wanna see the rest of them?” she asked feeling flirty.

“What are you gonna do if I said, yes?” he flirted.

“I’ve got a few things in mind.” She teased him back.

“Like what?” he asked.

“Oh no. I don’t think HR would like that.” She teased

“Well then I guess we’d have to keep it a secret from the HR, don’t we?” he said.

“Do you keep a lot of secrets with your secretaries?” she asked.

“You’d be surprised.” He said.

“I like surprises.” She said swaying to the side.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He said and Alison flashed a smirk before turning her back and swaying back out of his office.

That evening Alison and Amanda were at a bar talking sharing a drink, and she exchanged the happenings of the day when Alison opened up about her little tease with Dick.

“No way!” said Amanda

“It was barely a conversation. But it feels so wicked to have done that.” She confessed.

“I know exactly what you mean.” Said Amanda.

“It’s not just that I was flirting with him. It was the fact that he noticed me.” She said feeling like a highschooler giggling about a crush. “I’ve been married for close to 3 decades now. I’ve never been in this close proximity with anyone and openly flirted with.” She lied.

“You know why it feels so wicked?” asked Amanda.

“Why?”

“Cuz it’s wrong. He’s your boss.” Said Amanda. “No good can come of this…” she paused momentarily only to add, “Other than immense and intense sexual pleasure.”

Alison and Amanda burst out laughing, loud. Despite hearing those words from Amanda, Alison knew quite a bit about everything that was said. She blushed at the memory of her last affair with her son.

There were a few drinks sent their way. And both women casually acknowledged the men and flirted with them and Alison would just wave her ring at them.

Markus: So you’re out drinking with this Amanda chick and you have yıldızeli escort men throwing themselves at you despite having a ring on?

Alison: Okay you make it sound so much worse than it is.

Markus: Your cucking dad by accepting those drinks from strangers.

Alison: Am I also cucking Charlie by fucking you?

Markus: NO I’m your son. That doesn’t count.

Alison: Of course it doesn’t.

Markus: You’re right.

Alison: So let’s say if I was to continued flirting with Dick as I did today. Would that be considered, cucking Charlie?

Markus: Just flirting?

Alison: Yeah.

Markus: No.

Alison: Let’s say I get under his desk and blow him tomorrow before lunch. Would that be?

Markus: Just a blowjob?

Alison: Yeah.

Markus: Yeah. I think that counts.

Alison: What if we book a room at a hotel nearby and let him fuck my brains out. Would be cucking your dad?

Markus: Are you playing?

Alison: Okay let me ask you this. Would that be considered cucking you?

Markus: I don’t think so.

Alison: Why not.

Markus: You said it yourself. We’re mother and son. We’ve loved each other since the moment I was born. There’s nothing you could do. No one you could fuck that’d make me feel differently about you. So no.

Alison: That’s very profound of you.

Markus: How’s that profound?

Alison: I don’t know.

Alison: So if I was actually going to engage Dick, sexually. You’re fine with that?

Markus: If that’s what you want, then yeah.

Markus: Mom! There’s nothing you need to worry about. Dad’s never home anyways. Don’t worry about it.

Markus: You’re in your sexual prime. And I think you should be free to get as many dicks as you want.

Alison: I’ve got a very funny image in my head.

Markus: Is that image of you in the middle of a circle of dicks?

Alison: It is now?

Markus: Are they all just dicks or are they all attached to people.

Alison: People.

Markus: You thinking about a gangbang, mom?

Alison: Was that last sentence something you ever thought you’d be posing to your mother?

Markus: I’ve stopped asking that question a while ago.

Alison: Well then answer me this… Honestly this time.

Alison: Do you REALLY think I should be engaging Dick, sexually.

Markus: You have a very funny way of posing that question. I don’t know what that means.

Markus: Are you asking me if I think you should be sucking him off, fucking him, or just be flirting with him? What is it?

Alison: Well, at the bar. While we were talking about this. Amanda said that she really misses him. She really enjoyed her time with Dick. And one of the reasons why she calls him Dick is because of his dick.

Alison: The fact that she’s talked about it so much, I’m curious.

Markus: What else has she told you.

Alison: The usual. She’s used to spending most evenings after work with Dick in a hotel. Intense sex.

Alison: But ever since she started working for Nathan. She barely gets any dick. And as much as she tries to make it work with her fiancé. He’s just not Dick.

Alison: She puts it like this. Once you’ve had the best chocolate dish for desert every other day of the week, you can’t accept going back to regular cake.

Markus: That’s a good analogy.

Alison: I know. If you two ever met, I’m certain. You two would like each other’s company.

Markus: MOM!?

Markus: Are you trying to set me up with your friend?

Alison: NO!

Markus: Cuz it looks like you are…

Alison: Would it be so bad if I did.

Markus: For us, YES!

Alison: How would you seeing Amanda be bad for us?

Markus: Mom, it’s just too risky.

Alison: Risky how?

Markus: What kinda stuff do you talk to Amanda about?

Alison: Work, men, sex… girl stuff.

Markus: Okay, who’s best you’ve ever had in bed?

Alison: How’s that relevant?

Markus: Just answer the question mom.

Alison: You baby.

Markus: Let’s say Amanda asks you that question. Would you still say it’s me?

Alison: Obviously not.

Markus: Exactly.

Markus: If you were to introduce us. You’d have to be there in the room. And since you’re the mutual contact. You’d have to hang out with us more often than not.

Markus: Especially since that she’s your only friend at work and I’m the only person you talk to outside of work.

Markus: On the off chance that we end up on a lunch together, let’s say we share a look, a touch, a glance or a hug or a kiss. Something that would have her suspecting. THAT is not good.

Markus: THAT is too risky.

Alison: You’re overthinking this.

Markus: You’re not thinking about it enough, mom.

Markus: I’m not willing to risk what we have, even in the slightest.

Markus: If you wanna fuck Dick. I’m completely fine with that.

Alison: You keep saying it like it’s something I desperately want.

Alison: You need to know this. Amanda’s been talking quite a lot about her time working for Dick. And it sounds fun. Do I wanna be part yozgat escort of something like that, yes. Coz it sounds fun.

Alison: But am I willing to lose what you and I have. I don’t. I don’t want anything more than I’ve wanted us, baby. Don’t doubt me.

Markus: Mom, I’ve never doubted you. Not once, not ever.

Alison: Good.

Alison: And the only reason I suggested you see Amanda is because she’s in desperate need of a good fuck.

Markus: Oh if that’s all it is then… Sure. I’ll pound her out.

Alison: WOW! You did not just say that.

Markus: I did.

Alison: You’re an asshole.

Markus: I’m not denying it.

Markus: Wait… If Amanda’s sexually frustrated, why doesn’t she just hook up with one of the guys you two were getting drinks from at the bar?

Markus: Is a one night stand too risky for a woman who’s had an affair with her boss for however long before you showed up?

Alison: I asked the same question. She says that she’s not comfortable sleeping with strangers. She says she needs absolute certainty that the person she’s gonna be fucking has no connection with anyone in her family. Or potential family.

Markus: Really? She sounds very cautious.

Alison: She is.

Markus: I like that in a woman.

Markus: I’m suddenly finding Amanda very attractive.

Alison: Attractive?

Alison: You haven’t even seen the woman.

Markus: Speaking of which, you happen to have a picture of her?

Alison: Oh you horny mother fucker.

Markus: I literally am. I’m horny for you and you’re my mother and I wanna fuck you.

Markus: And also I’m serious. Do you have a picture of Amanda?

Alison: Do you know you’ve gotten more annoying, than you were before?

Markus: WOW! I was annoying?

Markus: That’s a first.

Alison: Don’t fuck with me. You’ve annoyed me just for the fuck of it.

Markus: Like what?

Alison: Like what? How about when you change clothes you always leave your dirty clothes in a corner of your room in a pile until I come pick it up?

Alison: How about when you take a shower, you just dump the wet towel on the wet floor. I mean, who does that?

Alison: How about when you wash the car you don’t close the water hose?

Markus: FINE! I get it.

Alison: I’m not done. How about when you have a friend over you blow up plastic bags and leave them on the couch for someone to sit on.

Markus: I haven’t done that in what, since I was middle school.

Alison: It was still annoying.

Markus: But it was also funny.

Alison: Annoying me was funny to you?

Markus: No the plastic bag thing was. Which again in my defence, I was 13.

Alison: I’m still not done.

Markus: And you can stop it at that. I get it. But you have to admit. I’ve changed so much. I don’t do it anymore.

Alison: Yes you have. Surprisingly.

Markus: It’s not that surprising.

Alison: Having lived with you in the same house. I think it is. Honestly I was surprised to see that you still don’t have your clothes thrown all over your apartment.

Alison: Seeing how much you’ve changed and started cleaning your place, itself was a turn on.

Markus: Are you fucking kidding me?

Alison: No. The biggest surprised of all. You had the towel on a rack in the bathroom. And it was dry.

Markus: Mom, you’re annoying me now.

Alison: Well then now you know.

Markus: You’re such a bitch sometime you know that. 👋🍑

Alison: That’d just make you a, son of a…

Markus: You said it.

Alison: Asshole 😘

Markus: Anyways, it’s getting late, you should go to bed.

Alison: I’m already in it.

Markus: Good night mom.

Alison: Good night, baby. 😘

*****

Alison had a long nights sleep and woke up with a big smile. She got dressed, running through the conversation with her son the night before.

She was going to be a little late than usual, but she didn’t care. She tried texting Markus on the cab ride to the office but there wasn’t any response. He was probably still asleep or already at work, she thought.

She got past the lobby and waited for the elevator when Dick walked up right behind her.

“Good Morning, Alison.” He said.

“G’Morning Di..” she hesitated. She noticed that he new what she was about to say. She’s never called him Dick to his face. Not like Amanda did.

In the paused silence the elevator door opened. And once the two of them were in, he took a quick glance at her dress and said, “New dress?” he asked.

“No, not really. I mean. I bought the same time as I did the other. This is the first time I’m wearing it though. The skirt especially” She confessed.

“It’s cute.” He said taking a look at her ass from behind.

“Thanks.” She blushed. Looking over her shoulder, “You like the heels?” she asked.

“I love heels.” He said. “Spin.” He said with command.

Alison despite being the older of the two, did as told. She spun around showing off her heels and her old/new skirt.

“The skirt has a slit in the back.” He said.

“Most formal skirts do.” She said.

“Do they have any practical use?” he asked.

“Helps move the legs better, I think.” She spoke honestly.

“I’m sure there’s another reason.” He said.

“I don’t know. But I’m sure I’ll figure out soon enough.” He said running his hand along her skirt. Deliberately caressing her ass.

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