Fuck me

I married the of my life when I was seventeen with a one-year-old son already we had the perfect little family.
So I thought.

If I knew then, what I know now I would have never married my husband.

Turns out the baby's my mother and sister had belonged to my husband.
Along with the one my best friend had.

Turns out my aunt and mother had been fucking my husband since before we were married and my sister started fucking my husband a year after we were married and was in the hospital with a broken leg.

This all came to light one afternoon when I came home early and my mother and aunt were in bed with my husband.

I knew my dad divorced my mother because she had three different affairs in less than two months.
I also knew that was why my aunt and uncle divorced.
My uncle caught my aunt in bed with two high school kids.

But, I would have never believed my husband would ever cheat on me.
But, it also makes sense why my mom was so eager to sign papers for me to get married.

He treated me like gold and I wanted for nothing.
And our sex life was amazing.

I woke him every morning with a blow job and he put me to bed almost every night with a full pussy.

That was what amazed me.
How could a man fuck me that much and still be fucking around on me?

How did he have that much left in him?

I was simply amazed.

But, I was not gonna stay with a man that can't keep his dick in his pants.

I don't care how good he was in bed. And he was fucking amazing!

So Fletcher and I moved back to the country in a small two-bedroom house my grandparents owned.

Now I stand 5'4" with fat 34G tits and a nice plump 38" bubble butt and a thin 25" waist.
I have pixie-cut hair and green eyes.

I attract attention.

Fletcher looks a lot like his father.
But, taller and way better built.

As I said, my husband and I had sex every night almost, and when it was that time of the month he got to use my sexy ass, or if I had to much wine.

I started out masturbating.

Hey, I missed being filled up every night.

But, I couldn't keep my eyes off Fletcher.

I know it was wrong.
But, damned he is so sexy.

It didn't take long and I was diddling myself thinking about my son.

I even bought a little stimulator that I could wear inside my cut-offs without being noticed.

I would even stuff my bunghole with a medium-sized lime green plug.

It helped fight the urges.
But, it didn't stop them.
Matter if they grew.

The nice thing is our house is off away from town with no neighbors around for a mile in any direction.

If you haven't figured it out by now.
I'm a horny little slut.
I have been since my ex-husband took my virginity.

Well, just because I was divorced didn't mean I had changed.

I had moved to a state of constant arousal.

I know if Fletcher knew what wine did to me he would have never cooked me seat dinner with wine.
My favorite red wine to boot.

I knew this wasn't gonna turn out as Fletcher had planned.
He was only doing it to treat me.
It was his way of saying thank you for being his mother.

I wanted to stop at one glass and if I would have it would have been okay enough.

I would have gone to my room and most likely fist fucked myself till I couldn't walk.

But, I didn't stop at one glass or two.

We drank the whole bottle and opened a second bottle.

Fletcher was cleaning the table when I made my move.

And it wasn't a subtle one either.

I waited till Fletcher was in the right spot and reached out and grabbed him by the cock looking him in the eye.

"Fuck me, Fletcher. Take me and fuck me good and hard." I almost moaned holding him by his cock that I could tell was he was bigger than his fathers.

"Mom?" Fletcher started.

"Becky," I stated with a lewd smile.

"Is this?" Fletcher started.

"I don't care," I stated squeezing his cock harder. "Just fuck me." I finished sliding the palm of my hand down the length of his hard prick.

Leaning in Fletcher kissed me. Deep and passionately.

As Fletch kissed me I took the opportunity to unbutton his pants freeing his large sexy cock.

When Fletch stood up I wrapped my fingers around his hard prick and pulled him to me.

I wanted to suck his cock till he came into my mouth.

I missed the taste of semen being shot down my throat.

I gave Fletch the nastiest headjob I had ever given in my life.
He tasted so good and it felt so right.

I didn't want to just please Fletch.
I wanted him to own me.

But, Fletch had other plans.

He wanted to taste me.
And taste me he did.

Right there on the kitchen floor, we did the greatest sixty-nine I had ever done in my life.

His father wasn't even in the same class when it came to eating pussy.

I rode Fletch's magic tongue through three very powerful orgasms.

I was in the middle of my third orgasm with Fletch's prick banging my tonsils when he wrapped his lips around my clit and blasted off in my throat.

Just as he started to swell getting ready to cum.
I wrapped my legs around his head in a figure four type of lock, grabbed his big cock with both hands, and jacked him off as I ground my pussy into his mouth doing everything I could to get him to shoot his wad down my throat.

I would like to say I swallowed every drop without losing any.
But, that's a lie.
I savored the taste of his jizz.
Swirling it around in my mouth and letting drip back onto his big cock so I could lick it off again.

Motherfucker I only thought I was horny.
That wad of cum was like a bolt of lightning hit me.
I went straight into banshee slut mode.

Knowing he would be able to cum for a while now right there in the middle of the kitchen I mounted him.

Holding onto his cock I squatted down and took his entire length in one fell swoop.

"That's a fucking cock!" I growled out in lustful need looking him right in the eye.

Grabbing his hands for balance I power fucked the shit out of his cock.
Driving it balls deep into my pussy with every hard thrust I made.

I was fucking him for my pleasure.
I didn't care whether he was getting his jolly's or not.
I just wanted him as deep in me as I could get him.

I used him as my real-life dildo.

I fucked him as hard as I could until my legs wouldn't take any more.

That's when Fletch took over.

He had a lot more stamina than I thought possible.

Standing up, Fletch picked me up and slid me onto his hard cock hooking me in the crotch of my knees he banged the fuck out of me.
I whimpered and cried in ecstasy as his cock hit places that had never been touched.

Most men would stop when a woman stiffens in orgasmic bliss.

Not Fletcher.

He squeezed me tighter and rammed my aching little cunt harder making me take more cock inside my contracting pussy.

After I finished cumming Fletcher laid me on the couch.

I thought he was gonna let me suck my cum off his dick.

Wrong.

Picking me up around the waist with my ass to him, he hung me upside down and devoured both my asshole and my gooey cunt, as I dangled there helplessly.

Trust me. I'm not complaining one bit about it.
I loved the way he was treating me.

Once he was satisfied I was clean he laid me back on the couch where he straddled my face giving me his hard cock to suck as pleased.


As I blew him, Fletcher pulled my legs up and finger fucked my pussy a little bit before he moved to my asshole.

I fucking loved laying underneath him sucking his cock.

I had the power to move as I pleased and I did.
From sucking his dick to washing balls and rimming him.

Hey, if you're a woman and never given a man a rim job. You need to try it.
They fucking love it.

My naughty little asshole opened right up for Fletcher's fingers.
One finger, two fingers, three fingers, and I came again buried my tongue as deep as I could in Fletcher's asshole.

Fletcher controlled everything at that moment.
I didn't care either.
I wanted to be owned and used.

When he had enough of getting his dick sucked Fletcher stood up.

I don't know what he was planning.

But, I know what I wanted.

Scrabbling I spun around on the couch and leaned over the back of it poking my broad ass out at Fletcher.

Reaching behind me I stuck a finger in my asshole and pulled it letting him know what I wanted.
Fletcher didn't let me down either.

He lined his big dick up with my asshole and penetrated me.

"God damned yes! Screw my little asshole!" I cried out in pleasure as his cock slid into my guts.

"Fuck my asshole. Fuck my asshole with your big fucking cock." I almost screamed in pleasure as my asshole stretched out around Fletchers sexy cock as he powered into me.

Clasping his fingers around my neck he drove his prick into my asshole relentlessly showing me absolutely no mercy as he ruined me.

I loved the way Fletcher was fucking me.

My ex had fucked me good several times.
But, nothing like the way Fletcher was fucking me.

When Fletcher released his fingers I fell forward into the seat of the couch.
Two powerful thrusts and I was trapped.

And to cement it, Fletcher put one of his big feet on my head holding me down, and he held me by the hips so I couldn't escape.

That was when I felt his cock start swelling and his thrust became more intense and deliberate.

I knew I was about to get my guts full of cum.
He wasn't gonna last much longer.

I wanted him as deep as he could get in my ass.
I wanted every drop of cum he had shot into my asshole.

It was like Fletcher could read my mind.

Grabbing me tight and with a roar, he shoved his full length into my guts and erupted pulling me down on his pulsing shaft as came.

It was all to much for me.

I started bucking and wiggling as my own orgasm took me over, spraying my juices everywhere as my eyes rolled back in my head.

As soon as Fletcher's cock left my stretched-out asshole I wanted him back in me.
But, I also enjoyed the cool blowing into my guts.

For a long moment, I stayed with my head buried in the couch catching my breath.

When I set up it was a good thing my ass was hanging over the couch.
Because my asshole being a gaping hole Fletchers cum just squirted out of it uncontrollably making us both laugh.

It was break time.
I needed a drink and a shower.

I was a long ways from being done with Fletcher.

He still had a lot of fuck left in that big sexy cock of his and I planned on using every bit of it.

Our shower was an event.

We ended up finishing washing in ice-cold water.

Once in my bedroom, the toys came and the fucking commenced.

I have a poster bed with a rod all the way around the top.

I'm not sure who built that bed.
But, they built it to last.
Thank god.

We used every inch of that bed as we could.

Laying me on my back Fletcher fucked me in the ass as he shoved my biggest dildo into my pussy making me cum in a screaming orgasm.

His father treated me like a slut in bed.

But, he was nothing compared to Fletcher.

Fletcher was deliberate and fun.

He motorboated me, fingered my asshole, all but first fucked me.
Along with fish kissing my pussy and spanking my ass.

I laughed, whimpered, cried out in ecstasy, and manned in pleasure.

I looked Fletcher intently in the eye as I rode him to orgasm with my fingers locked behind his head.

It was the greatest sex of my life.

None of the sex I had before even came close to the sex I had with Fletcher.

I think it was how he looked me in the soul.
It was pure and honest without rules and conditions.

It was after midnight when we finished our sexual extravaganza.

My body ached and my asshole and pussy were worn out.

We stunk of sweat, sex oil, and lubes.

But, I was fulfilled.
I was totally and utterly sexually satisfied.

I woke the morning to an empty bed.

Instantly fret and worry set in.

To say the least, I was scared.

I called all around to Fletch with no answer.

Almost ready to cry I looked out the back door to see Fletcher setting in the porch swing.

Grabbing a cup of coffee, out the back door I went with a heavy scared heart.

"Morning." I smiled big and bright.

"Morning." Fletcher smiled back at me.

Setting there quietly I was too nervous to speak.
I truly thought he was gonna lay it on me.

"We are going to hell over this." Fletcher finally chuckled.

"Yes. Yes, we are." I laughed with a comfort.

"Are you always that big of slut in bed." Fletcher grinned at me.

"Welll, I get slutty. But, no. No, I have never in my life been that big of a slit in bed." I admitted happily.
"You did things to me that have never been done to me and turned me on in ways I never believed possible." I finished grinning.

"You know if anyone finds out about this. We are going to jail." I chuckled.

"Fuck'em." Fletcher grinned.

"Fletch." I started after a moment of us just sitting there. "About last night."

"Was it just the wine?" Fletcher asked.

"Well, that didn't help things. Red wine makes me horny." I chuckled.

"Noted." Fletcher chuckled. "I guess I won't be buying that anymore." He finished.

"So last night was just a one-night stand?" I asked nervously.

Fletcher in his only asking look gave it to me.

"Fletcher. It is wrong. I know it's wrong. It's wrong on so many levels. But, to be truthful. I would have made that move without the wine. It just pushed things along." I smiled.

"What are you saying?" Fletcher asked.

"Wellllll, I've had a crush on you for a while.
I just wasn't sure how to go about it is all." I admitted.

"That explains the new panties and bras and the tops you stole from a twelve-year-old." Fletcher chuckled.

"I want sure you noticed." I laughed.

"How could I not." Fletcher laughed.

"I was getting pretty slutty with my clothes." I laughed.

"I hope you keep wearing them." Fletcher grinned at me.

"So." I seriously.

"We are the only two in the house. We have no neighbors and very few visitors and we are both adults." Fletcher grinned.

"Before we commit to this.
I want you to know.
There will never be any kids.
And we will never be able to marry.
It will only be you and I.
We will never be able to share our love with anyone to watch them grow." I told him in a serious tone.

"Slow down woman.
Don't go making wedding plans yet.
We spent one night together.
Jeez." Fletcher laughed.

"That was one night of the best sex I have ever had in my life. Unmatched." I smiled big and proud.

"Well, still. Don't go making wedding plans.
I'm not sure I'm to commit to any long-term relationship yet." Fletcher smiled playfully.

"Well, how about I go shower and see if I can't convince you otherwise." I smiled standing up.

Fletcher and I made deep passionate love the whole day.

Sober Fletcher is as good as drunk Fletcher if not better.

He was right though.
We take it day by day.

The sex with Fletcher is a whole lot more meaningful than it was with his father.
Which in turn makes it a whole lot better.

He is my best friend.

We don't know where it is going.
But, we are enjoying it as it comes.

And I come a LOT.