THE PUDDLE SeXStoRY

The cool tile floor sent a chill up my leg as I stepped out of the shower. I quickly toweled off and slipped my long light pink robe over my shoulders, letting it hang loose, not bothering to tie it together. As I went from the bathroom into the bedroom I heard his car start. I pushed the blinds aside slightly and watched as my son Mark backed out of the driveway, bound for work. After his car disappeared down the road out of my sight I let the blinds sway back into place and turned to the unmade bed. My heart started to beat a bit quicker. I grasped the comforter and the sheet below it and pulled it back until the mark on the fitted sheet below appeared. My body, already warmed from the shower, started to heat up. I let the opened sheets fall from my hand and stood there staring at the large spot, "the fuck puddle" as he calls it. My breath quickening. Staring at it, my mind rolled over the previous nights events... His car had pulled into the drive after working the late shift just as I turned on the lamp at my bedside table. The cool sheets gave my bare skin goosebumps as I slid under the covers. I sat up against the pillows behind me in a reclined position, pulling the covers up to just below my bare breasts. My heart raced as I waited. I grabbed a book from my nightstand and opened it to a random page, my mind too preoccupied to actually read. The bedroom door opened and he came in. I lowered the book and raised my eyes to him. "Hey, mom" he said, unbuttoning his shirt while staring at my naked tits. "Hi. How was work?" I said, setting my book aside. "Good" was his only response. He stripped quickly. His dick drooped half-excited as he tugged off his socks. He walked up to my side of the bed and groped my left tit. He reach down, grabbed it, lifted it, squeezed it roughly in his large hand. This sent waves of pleasure and pain through me. I stared up at him while he stared at my exposed chest. Finally he glanced up at my face. I gave him a warm smile which he did not return. His face remained emotionless and his eyes were filled with a hungry lust. He let my breast fall and pulled back the covers. His eyes slid quickly down my body, drawn to my crotch. When we first started our taboo relationship I was never one to keep my pubic hair trimmed. Through his constant begging and ridicule of my bush he had worn me down to the point that I shaved along the labia, but left a small tuft of fur above, just a small patch of brown hair leading down to my opening. He had named this my "pussy doormat" with a mixture of humor and disdain. He ran his knuckles slowly along what the mat of hair, then turned his hand over and lay the palm of his hand flat against it. I took in a gasp of air as he pressed firmly, sliding his hand towards my shaven pussy. His hand slipped downwards, making me moan out and quiver slightly, his warm hand pressing hard against my even warmer slit. As he reached the end of my pussy he pried open my labia and pressed his middle finger into my valley. He felt a very slight wetness at my entrance and then drew his hand back upward, still applying a firm constant pressure. I bit my lower lip to keep from whimpering, his fingers scraping against my dry clit. He removed his hand from my shaven pussy and took my leg in one hand and my shoulder in another. He pulled me upward and over onto my stomach as he got up on the bed behind me in the same motion. He then gripped my hips and yanked me up into position, my ass elevated into the air, my shoulders planted in the mattress. I felt his fingers on me again, checking my wetness a second time. He opened me in the same fashion and pressed a finger against my hole. His hand left me for a moment and when it returned I felt the warm wetness in the palm of his hand of his spit. He worked the gob of saliva along and between my lips, making sure to coat the ever-important entrance to my channel. The air around me cooled my spit coated sex as he removed his hand. I heard him spit another ball of saliva into his hand, working it onto his now fully erect cock. I felt him shift on the bed and move forward as he gripped my hips. He eagerly pressed his dickhead to my waiting pussy. He slid it around and jabbed at my wet lips, missing the hole each time. After a few moments I sensed his frustration so I reached down between me legs and helped guide him to my portal. I heard him grunt and his grip tightened on my hips as I gripped him in my soft hand. When lined up, he jabbed forward, popping the head into my motherly cunt. He paused for only a moment and then pressed firmly in. Although my pussy and his dick were lubricated with his bubbly spit, the inner canal was not quite ready. As he continued to push into me, pulling at my hips at the same time, his dick burned the walls of my vagina, causing me to let out a pained whine. His dick was just over halfway in me before he decided to pull out and try again. The same painful burn tore through me as he removed himself to his thick head. Either not knowing or not caring about my discomfort he pressed in a second time. "Waait" I whined softly. He ignored me, his dick grinding along the edges of my pussy walls. This time he kept going until he bottomed out. His dick finally found my pooled wetness at the end of my vaginal chute. He held his dick planted deep inside me, grinding against me for a few moments, his fingers sunk deep into my hips. He then pulled out to the head again and plunged back in. With my oozing juices now on the tip of his dick, his entrance was much easier on both of us. He repeated a few times, pulling back and quickly fucked back in. Then he paused a moment with his dick halfway in and slid his hands from my hips up to my ass. He sunk his fingers into the fleshy buttocks and pulled them open wide. Ever since we began our more than mother and son relationship, and perhaps even before, he has had a strong obsession with my ass. I know that when he takes me from behind he is often staring at my puckered hole. The first time he touched it I thought it was by accident... I was on top of him, riding his dick with my tit in his mouth. As he neared an orgasm he reach behind me and gripped both of my cheeks in his hands, pulling me down onto his cock. One hand slipped towards the center and a finger landed on my anus. I didn't stop him, as I figured he didn't mean to touch me in what I considered a very unclean place. A moment later he was spewing his cum up into me. Perhaps it was because I didn't say anything after the first time, but the next time he became even bolder. He was fucking me from behind and like usual, had my ass spread open as he plunged in and out of my cunt. I was begging him to fuck me, to fuck me hard, as I neared an orgasm of my own. He started really slamming into me and then took one thumb and pressed it against my asshole. I let it go until I felt him start to press in. My asshole clenched up and I started to lose that orgasmic tingle in my guts. I reached back to push his hand away. He stopped, removed his exploring thumb, but only momentarily. When he placed his thumb against my pucker again I pulled away from him. His cock fell from my pussy with a lewd wet slurp. I moved away from him on the bed and turned around and sat there silently for a few moments to collect my thoughts. I sat there explaining that there are parts of my body that are private, even during sex. As we talked I noticed his cock, wet and white with my frothy cunt cream, started to deflate. I realized my own sexual drive was also cooling off and I had a feeling it was because I was talking to him more as a mother than as a lover. He agreed to leave my ass alone but I could tell he wasn't happy with this new boundary. And now when we fuck he tests the boundary every so often. He might "accidentally" brush his fingers along the crack of my ass until they "accidentally" swipe against my asshole. Or while he is taking me from behind he might touch the tight brown pucker, sometimes swirly a finger or thumb against it, but never pushing inside. However, last night as he held my meaty ass open he just stared at the hole, ramming his cock into me. It wasn't long before his pace increased to a savage fuck rampage. His fingers dug deeply into my assmeat as he jammed his dick in and out of my cunt, the lewd wet sounds of our union filling the room now that my pussy juices was flowing freely. The odor of my cream also filled the air, driving him madly to a quick orgasm. Silent except for grunts and groaning, he finally started chanting: "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." his voice just above a whipser. My own climax still far off, he slammed into me a number of times, quickly and with added f***e, and then held still as the eruption began, his dick rooted in my cunt. He never yells out when he cums, he just lets out a serious of grunts, keeping his mouth closed as his face contorts in a grimace of pleasure. He held on tight, pulling my ass open painfully wide as his dick shot jet after jet of his sticky mess inside of me, adding to my own creaming mess that lined my cunt and coated his dick. He let out a loud sigh as he finished unloading into me. He released my ass and let his dick slip out with a slurp. I lowered my hips to the bed letting out a soft sigh of my own. I could feel some of our fuck cream between my thighs as I closed them together. I waited a moment and then started to rise up on my arms to go clean up. "Wait." he said, placing a hand on my sweat-sheened back and pressed me down onto my stomach. He then placed his hands on my thighs at either side of my pussy and twisted my pelvis up to expose my shaven cunt. With his thumbs he separated my outer lips, watching the results of our fuck slowly ooze out. He pressed his fingers against my ass and pulled that open as well. "Push it out." he said softly. I felt overly exposed and embarrassed. "What?" I said, feeling his thumbs continue to molest my well-fucked pussy. "Go ahead, push it out." he repeated. My body burned with the head of embarrassment as I squirmed in his hands. I did not protest as I should have, but instead contracted my cunt muscles. The first slow hard squeeze and I could feel the fuck muck come out of my pussy. As I flexed and released my vaginal muscles it caused my asshole to dance. He loved this show as much as he loved the feeling of my cunt gripping his thrusting dick. After a few pushes I stopped. "Keep going" He said. So I did. I went on for a few minutes, squeezing and releasing, pushing and relaxing. The majority of the mess was out of me, now soaking into sheet and mattress beneath us, yet he still urged me on, loving the sight of my privates moving. He finally released my thighs and then bent over me. He kissed me on the neck and cheek. "Thanks, mom." he said into my ear before nibbling on it and kissing my cheek again. Then he got off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. Having already expelled our combined juices I had no real need to use the toilet. I turned over and pulled the covers up over me. I could feel the wet cum spot against my ass, already cooling in the night air. When he returned from the bathroom he slipped into the bed on his side without a word. He was asl**p within minutes. Staring at the large still-wet stain the next morning, my unsatiated lust took over. I rose up onto the bed on my knees, my lose robe falling off a shoulder. I bent over on my hands and knees, lowering my face to the puddle. I drew in a large breath through my nose, inhaling the odor of our fuck mess. The scent was, in truth, not a very pleasant one. It could best be described as musky and sour. Yet it lit a fire between my legs that ran up along my stomach and into my breasts. Perhaps it was not the odor itself, but just the lewd act of smelling our sexual mess, a mess that was not long ago inside of me. I reached into my open robe and began groping my tit as I inhaled the fuck puddle more, lowering my face even closer. Bent over the bed on my knees and one hand I groaned as I mauled my tit the way that my son always does, roughly squeezing it and pinching the nipple. After a while I needed more. I slid my hand down my body, over my slight belly, down across my pussy doormat, grinning slightly as I think of his nickname for it, then ending on my needy cunt. I slip a finger quickly inside my hole, finding it still hot and moist from last nights events even though I had washed it well in the shower. Sliding it in and out quickly before pulling it free and adding a second digit. I lower myself until my nose accidentally hits the fuck stain on the sheet and I inhale again. It was cold to the touch and was now smeared on the tip of my nose, filling my nostrils with the odor constantly. "Yeah, fuck me." I moaned, bent over, shoving my fingers in and out. Without much thought, with my fingers nestled deep in my cunt, I slipped my tongue out and swiped it along the cold mess on the sheet. This was a mistake, as the flavor was far worse than the smell. My fingers instantly stopped their work and I slid them out in disappointment. I sat up and wiped my tongue on the palm of my other hand, trying to get the taste out of my mouth. Jumping out of bed I hurried to the joining bathroom and swished some mouthwash around. After spitting into the sink I thought about how stupid that was. I had never been a fan of giving oral sex. My ex-husband would have to beg me and finally I'd give in on occasion, but I'd never let him finish in my mouth. He knew to warn me as he was about to explode if he ever wanted me to do it again. And now that my son has taken his father's side of the bed I will occasionally give him a blowjob, but it is still often after a bit of pleading. I wanted to impress him the first time so I tried to take his load in my mouth, but it didn't end well. The first shot rocketed out of his dick and hit the roof of my mouth. It landed on my tongue and I immediately pulled his dick out of my mouth, causing him to spray my face and hair. The flavor was horrible, it caused me to gag and dry heave. I was also not a fan of my own flavor. At times, usually when the sex was very heated and frantic, my son would remove his cock from my pussy and put it in my mouth for a bit. The taste of my own juices on his dick were very off-putting. If we had been fucking for a while and my cunt cream had built up on his dick, I'd turn my head away until one of us wiped it off. And yet besides these facts, I had for some reason gone and licked our combined sexual juices that had cooled on the bed. I was angry at myself, needing release, yet now too turned off to finish. I went about my day, first stripping the bed to change the sheets. My mind constantly returning to my unsatisfied libido. Hopefully when my son returns home, he'll pay more attention to my needs. Time seemed to crawl, my attention constantly drawn back to that annoying space between my legs. It took all the restraint I had to keep from rubbing that sensitive little bud hidden in my panties. A number of times that restraint broke and I'd find myself rubbing myself through the sweatpants I had thrown on that morning. Upon realizing I was groping myself I'd pull my hand away with a disappointed sigh. Twice I had tried to alleviate the need for release. Both attempts ended in failure and frustration. The first was just after I had eaten lunch. I had rubbed my crotch while eating a number of times, briefly but with great pressure. I decided that in order to put my mind right I would give myself a quick cum. I hurried upstairs and stripped out of my sweatpants and tank top. With no bra on, the last step was to pull of my panties, the crotch of which was painted with my excited discharge. I stepped out of them and laid down on the bed. Breathing slowly I ran my hands up and down my nude body. Goosebumps covered most of me, from a mixture of exposed skin and my heightened arousal. A moan escaped my lips as one hand found it's place on a heavy tit and the other slipped down over the prickly hair of my bush and onto my warm wet labia. My middle finger pressed into the cleft between the lips, collecting juice at my opening and then slid up to bathe my engorged clitoris. I brought my hand away from my breast and stuck my first two fingers in my mouth and covered them in saliva. I returned it to my nipple, smearing the wetness on the hardened nub. Having lubricated my sensitive areas, I started to manipulate them eagerly, my mind replaying previous experiences with my son. I had a strong vision in my mind of him on top of me. His brow was dabbled with sweat, his short hair tousled. He stared down into my eyes as I glared up into his. We exchanged grins as he bucked his hips at me, his dick sliding into my slippery cunt. With each strong thrust into me, my large tits bounced on my chest. "Yeah baby, fuck me. Fuck me." I said softly to the empty room. My finger moved back down from my clit to the gooey opening and slid easily inside. I slid it in and out as my palm ground against my damp clit. My other hand continued it's work on my tit, fumbling and tweaking the nipple. In my mind he reached out and gripped the tit as he fucked, so I reacted, squeezing it as hard as he would. "Fuck me, fuck your mother." I purred as the sound of my finger sliding in and out of my juicy pussy filled the room. My hips rose slightly into the air to meet his thrusts and then it happened: The vision of my son escaped my mind, his cock no longer wedged in my cunt, his hand no longer painfully clenching my motherly tit. Instead my mind was filled with the memory of that taste, the horrible flavor of our combined juices. My hips fell back to the bed and my sticky finger slipped out of my pussy. I pulled in a big lungful of air, held it a moment and then let it out in a sigh. I released my tit and clenched both fits as anger and frustration ran through me like a train. "Fffuuuck!" I shouted into the room, my chest heaving. I slid off of the bed and got dressed, not bothering to clean the froth from my pussy as the panties I put on were already covered in the mess. I went back to work around the house, trying the best I could to keep my mind off sex but it was hopeless. The dryer sung it's song to signal it had finished it's cycle. I emptied it and brought the basket of clean clothes upstairs to fold and put away. I opened Mark's sock drawer to refill his supply when I noticed the crumpled box stuffed in the back of the drawer. I pulled the box out and saw it was what remained of the last box of condoms he bought to use with me. It had been around six months since I divorced his father and it wasn't long after that my son and I first started fucking. It was almost four months before that that my ex-husband and I had stopped having sex. As a result of that I let my birth control prescription lapse. So when Mark finally found his way to my bed, I made him use condoms. I quickly went to the doctor and went back on the pill, but to be on the safe side we continued to use condoms for a couple of months. Finding the half-empty box of rubbers stashed in his sock drawer took me back to the first night I let him enter me bare. My body flushed with excitement again so I put my work aside again, threw the box back in the dresser drawer and headed for the bathroom. Again I stripped nude, tossing my clothes into a pile on the tile floor. I lowered the toilet lit and sat on it. Leaning back against the porcelain tank I let out a gasp as the coolness of it pressed against my back. I wasted no time and pushed two fingers into my still-creamy cunt, rewinding my mind to the first time Mark slid his dick into me without protection. He had plunged with a great deal of eagerness but I was wet and ready for his cock. He didn't last long that first time, feeling the velvety wetness of my pussy against his firm cock. But luckily he remained hard after expelling his first batch of seed into me. My mind continue to play our encounter. With his heavy balls emptied, he focused on my pleasure. He pushed into me slow and firmly, pulling out quickly and fucking into me again. He kept up this slow but steady pace until he could tell I was getting closet to cumming and then he reached down to grind my clitoris with his thumb. I mimicked his motions as I sat, spread wide on the toilet, using two fingers of one hand to rub my small nub as two fingers on my other hand slid in and out of my cunt. The phone rang, startling me from my steamy dream. The first ring came in through the open bathroom door, the phone sitting at my nightstand. I glared at the phone and tried to ignore it, my fingers continuing their work. By the third ring I gave up. I slid my fingers out of my pussy and stood up. I walked quickly to the phone, my bl**d boiling with anger. "Hello?" I said into the receiver, trying to hide the emotion in my voice. The scent of my pussy emanated from the fingers that held the phone. "Hey. Mark there?" my ex-husband said on the other end. "No, he's at work." I said, letting some of the sharpness seep into my voice. He sighed. "I'll call back." He said and then hung up. I slammed down the phone and went back to the bathroom to wash the juices from my hands, cursing under my breath. I had a strong urge to cry, my unsatisfied sexual needs taking a toll on my emotions. Before leaving the bathroom I pulled off a handful of toilet paper and wiped down the lid of the toilet, cleaning it of my excitement. I took my balled up clothing and tossed them in the hamper, then went into the bedroom to put on something a bit more sexy than sweatpants. After rummaging through my closet for a bit I came out with a long grey skirt and a low-cut and tight-fitting blue blouse. I put them on, leaving myself bare underneath. Mark would be home soon and I wanted to be ready for him. I went into the kitchen and poured a glass of wine to settle my nerves. Leaning back against the counter I contemplated what I would do when my boy came home. I finished the first glass, poured another and went and sat at the dining room table. "Perfect." I said with a smile and then finished the second glass. I was feeling a little loose and went to fill the glass a third time. I heard the faint purr of an engine followed by the slam of a car door. I hurried back into the dining room and, after setting my wineglass aside, I slid my ass up onto the table, crossing my legs as they dangled over the edge. Letting out a quick giggle I picked up my glass and took a nice big gulp, my nerves jingling and my pulse racing. Mark came in the front door and into the dining room on his way to the kitchen. He stopped and looked at me with surprise. A queer look lit up his face as he looked at me, glancing at my wine glass and up and down my body as I sat on the table. I couldn't help but let out another girlish giggle. He smiled widely. "What's going on, mom?" He said, chuckling along with me. I just gave him an exaggerated shrug, my eyebrows raised in a coquettish I-don't-know expression. He laughed again which made me almost spit the mouthful of wine I had just poured over my lips. He stepped up to the table and placed his hand on my bare calf. He lifted my leg up over the other, uncrossing my legs. I set the glass aside and stared at him, the smile on my face melting into a glazed look of lust. He then slid a hand up along both my legs, slipping under my skirt until they reached my hips. He smiled again as his hands searched for panties to pull down, finding none. Both hands slid inward and gently rubbed my bare thighs, his fingertips brushing against my wetness, sending a greedy moan from my lungs, my breath strong with wine. A hand went up to where my skirt met my waist and then slowly slid down through my tuft of hair. "Doormat." he whispered with a grin. All I could do was groan. Just before his fingers met my shaven cunt he slid them back away, out to my hips. With his hands firmly gripping my fleshy hips he leaned in and kissed me, his tongue diving into my mouth which I happily sucked. I grabbed his sides and stared into his eyes, panting heavily. "I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me cum." I said, my voice quivering, filled with need. He just nodded and tugged me towards the edge of the table by my hips, causing me to suck in a gasp of air. He pushed my skirt up around my waist to expose my oozing cunt. Then he started frantically undressing himself, his eyes fastened to my motherly opening. I joined him in disrobing, quickly unbuttoning my blouse to give him an unobstructed view of my hanging tits. I struggled to free myself from it just as Mark finished removing his clothing, his dick standing proudly out in front of him. Stepping up to the table he grabbed my hips again, his cock pressed between us as he pulled me even closer, my ass now hung halfway off the edge. He backed off a bit and ran a thumb down through my lips until he found my waiting hole. He tested it with his thumb, finding entry easy in my overly excited state. I groaned at his welcome intrusion, and then whined, needing much more. He took the cue and gripped his straining cock. With my legs spread wide he swiped the meaty head up and down my wet lips a few times and then stopped at the entrance. He paused there and looked up into my face, bringing my gaze up to his eyes. With our eyes locked together he gave one good forward thrust and entered me quickly to the hilt. My eyes widened at his sudden intrusion and I let out a stuttering moan. This brought another smile to his face. He reached up and held my shoulder in his hand to support my upper body, the other remained on my waist to assist his thrusting. He stood still within me and gave me a questioning look. "Fuck me." was all I said. He started attacking my cunt with all he had. He jammed his dick in and out with both speed and strength. Within seconds, our vigorous fucking had caused the wineglass to overturn, spilling onto the table and soaking into my skirt. However, neither of us noticed. Our attentions were fully absorbed into our wonderful i****tuous fuck. Mark's pacing was perfect, a quick thrust which caused our pelvises to crash together with a lovely slap, followed by a slick withdrawal to his fat cockhead. He kept this motion going as I spat out moans and groans and the occasional expletive. It wasn't long before I started to tremble. With my eyes clamped shut, my face contorted in a grimace, I reached down, fumbling until I could grip his hand at my hip. I pried it away, his short chewed off-nails scraping my flesh. I brought it around front and placed it on my sweat soaked bush. He slid his thumb down to my clit and started his wonderful abuse of it. He ground his thumb against my sensitive nub as he continued to pound in and out of my mothercunt. Within seconds I lost control. I leaned forward as I started to orgasm, my entire body tensing up. His thick thumb still mashed firmly against my clitoris, swiping quickly back and forth, his dick making lewd wet sounds as it jammed in and out of my clenching cunt. He finally registered my climax and stopped fingering my bud, gripped both of my hips and lifted me off the table. He bounced me on his dick as he stood there, holding my by my fleshy ass. I yelled out in painful pleasure as my body was rocked by orgasm, my tits pressed firmly against his sweaty chest, my arms wrapped around him. He continued bucking me on his cock until I came down from my strong cum. Moments later he set my ass back onto the table, his cock still deep inside me. He then gently laid my back onto the table into the puddle of spilled wine. I lay there breathing heavily, whining and whimpering. He was lazily sawing his cock in and out of me as he played with my heavy tits. When I had finally recovered some, letting out a big sigh, he gripped my hips and again tugged me to the edge of the table. I could tell by the look in his eyes, the way he hungrily scanned my body, that he no longer cared about my pleasure, it was all about him now. He began thrusting into me roughly, his fingers digging into my hips and thighs. He grunted and growled occasionally as our hips smashed together, his cock pounding my insides. I tried to sit up to kiss him but he pushed me firmly back down and then gripped a tit tightly to hold me down. His eyes were filled with an a****l lust as he fucked me fast and hard. While his cock still felt wonderful wedged in my motherly hole, most of my pleasure was destroyed by the pain of his savage thrusts. There are times I enjoy sex to be rough, powerful. However, after a strong orgasm my body is in an altered state. My muscles are all tensed, my nerves are on fire. A slow and loving fuck is much better suited to my post-orgasm body. But as I said, his need to shoot his thick cum into me overtook any thought of my pleasure. Gasp and yelps and moans of pain shot out of my mouth each time he bottomed out hard in my sensitive pussy. His balls slapped against my asshole with each stroke. My son's grip on my tit tightened, sending agony through my chest. I frantically pulled at his hand to ease my suffering but his claw-like grip was too tight. His response to my struggle was not to lessen his hold, but to bring his other hand away from my hip and grip the other breast in the same manner. Tears welled in my eyes as he strangled my tits, tugging down on them as he slammed in, using them to increase the f***e of his thrusts. I looked up into his eyes just as his lids lowered. A low growl rose from his throat and escalated into a stammering yell. His pace increased even more, sending ripples through my entire body. He made one final, violent thrust and held still deeply seated in his own birth canal. His grip on my tits loosened but only slightly and then tightened again as I felt his cock start to spurt. With each hard spasm of his heavy dick he clamped down on my aching tits again. Mark let out a series of grunts and moans as he unloaded a massive load of his seed within me. He remained inside of me until his cock finished it's job, letting the final dribbles of cream ooze out into my cunt. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, letting out a satisfied groan. He finally released the grip on my pained tits, bringing a hiss of relief from my lips. I reached down and gently rubbed the soreness out of them, grimacing at my own touch. I brought my hands away and saw a small smear of bl**d on one of the palms. His grip was so tight that his fingernail had dug too deeply, piercing the tit flesh. I sighed at the sight. Mark let out another big breath and then looked down at me. He saw the little spot of bl**d seeping out of my breast. "Oh shit, mom. Did I do that?" He asked between gasps of air, looking up at my face with a look of concern. "I wasn't even squeezing that hard." He added. He reached for my wounded breast but I gently pushed his hand away. "It's okay, don't worry. It's fine." I said, swiping my hand over my tit again, smearing the bl**d away. Normally I would scold him for doing something so selfish and careless, but I was far too relaxed after my orgasm to mother him. He then pulled out, causing both of us to groan, our genitals both raw and overly sensitive. I sat up, my chest rising and falling rapidly, and moved to slide off of the edge of the table. Mark, however, still not finished with me fully, held me by my hips again, keeping me seated on the table. "Hold on." He said. I rolled my eyes. "Not this time, not here. Let me go get cleaned up." I said, trying to push him gently away. As if ignoring me he slid his hands down under my thighs and jerked my legs into the air and spread them. This caused me to fall backwards, catching myself on my elbows. "Just real quick, mom. Let it out." He said, his eyes focused on my cunt, now splayed open. He reached between my legs and pushed my skirt, soaked with wine and our fluids, jamming it underneath my fleshy ass, so that my cunt hovered over the bare wooden table. I struggled to sit back up but he held me firmly, keeping me in a reclined position. "Mark, honey, please. Let me down." I said, my voice soft. "No. Go, come on." He said, prying my labia open with his thumbs as he held my legs. Some of our combined muck oozed out on it's own and rand down over my sweaty asshole, pooling onto the table. With a sigh I gave in once again and flexed the muscles inside my battered pussy. A thick stream of his cum and my cream fell out of me and landed on the table. I took a breath and then pushed hard again. This time a smaller gob of our mess exploded out of me followed by a lewd spat of air. The sound embarrassed me and I stopped pushing, moving to get up again. "Keep going." He said, his eyes never leaving my slimy slit. I clenched again, my asshole and cunt flexing under his gaze. A bit more flowed out of me. I flexed my muscles a number of times after that, just to make sure he was satisfied. Apparently he finally was, as he gently lowered my legs back to the table. Then he firmly gripped my hips and lifted me from the table. I let out a yelp as he carried me over the fuck puddle and set me gently on the floor. I landed on shaky legs, giggling as he held me from falling over. I found my legs again and stepped up to him to wrap my arms around his neck. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him deeply, feeling his softening cock sc**** against my belly. "So it worked." He said, licking our spit from his lips as our kiss broke. Still with my arms around his neck I pulled back slightly and gave him a queer look. He laughed and tightly gripped my dirty-skirted ass in both hands. "What worked?" I asked, still looking confused. "Your cock? Yes, it worked amazingly well." I said with a grin. He laughed again and slapped my ass. "Yeah, I guess it did. But no. I mean my plan worked." He said and then kissed me again. He looked down into my confused face with a big grin on his. "I left you hanging last night on purpose. I figured if I get you worked up and don't finish you off then maybe you'll, you know, go a bit crazy. Maybe be a bit more adventurous." He said. I just stared up into his face, my look of confusion now just a blank expression. And I'd say that it worked." He said as he motioned to the pool of our fuck juices on the edge of the dining room table. I just stared up into his eyes as my mind replayed the torture I felt throughout the day, the frustration I felt as the orgasm I so badly needed escaped me again and again. My breathing and pulse sped up slightly as a vein of anger spread through my body. What right does he have to try and control my body, I thought. Mark, not sure how to take my extended silence said, "Um, mom? You OK? You pissed?" I wanted to unload my anger and tell him about my horrible day, but I caught myself just before I did. "No, honey. Why would I be?" I said with a big smile. I stood on tiptoes again to kiss him and began to contemplate my revenge.