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Tiffany Dawson stepped into the therapist’s office of a walk-in clinic on a rainy Monday afternoon after work. She’d made sure her son Michael knew dinner was wanting for him in the oven and that’d she’d be home by six o’ clock. Tiffany was a tiny woman, just over five feet tall, but she had a curvy build. Men and women alike often complimented her on her generous breasts, slender midsection and thick thighs. Tiffany’s long, dark hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. A few tendrils had escaped and they gently caressed her smooth shoulders.

Tiffany’s honey brown skin shone in the room’s light. She wore a snug, white tank top with an obscenely short denim skirt. As a final touch, she wore gold, four-inch heels that gave her calves a sexy look as this was her ‘clean’ look after having fucked another random John-Doe that wasn’t her husband not that her husband cared. He was never around since Michael’s, working at the office because making money was more important than his family.

He’d missed many of Michael’s important moments in life as a man; the sex talk, his first girlfriend, and so many of his basketball games. It had become so commonplace for the husband and father not to be there that she along with Michael weren’t even banking on him coming to his son’s high school graduation. But her husband’s constant absence wasn’t why she was sleeping around. Tiffany was sick—sick with nymphomania.

S-E-X…Tiffany couldn’t get enough. Ever since her first time, sex became a major part of her life. Having an orgasm was high that nothing else could compare to. She masturbated every morning as she woke up, had encounters with random men and women, and watched porn even after having slept with her husband. She was a smart addict though as she always carried protection and made her lovers’ use it.

Tiffany let out a sigh and sat down in front of the therapist, who asked, “Hello there, Ma’am. I’m Dr. Cox. How are you today?”

“My name’s Tiffany and I’m not good, Doc. I’m gonna cut to the chase and tell you that I’m having an affair.”

Dr. Cox held in his shock as he wasn’t excepting this to come out of her mouth. “Well, why don’t you tell me how it all began?”

Tiffany opened her mouth and began bullshitting the doctor. It was true that she was having an affair, but she made up some random name for the guy, how they met and all. Dr. Cox hung on every word as she told a convincing tale. Tiffany spoke with passion as she spoke of her lover, but the good doctor would never know she was actually talking about the son she birthed nineteen years old. She’d never tell a soul that she was sleeping with her son, Michael.

*****

Nineteen year old, Michael Dawson sat in the living room of his home on the couch with a plate of Shrimp Alfredo and a raging hard-on. When his Momma got home…she was definitely in for a dick down. Michael laughed out loud, thinking back to before sex came into his life. It was so dull and boring. Before sex he was so shy, now after sex he was outgoing and wild. Michael had been a late bloomer and he had a hard time with puberty and the sexual changes that came with it. Without his father around and Tiffany staying away from sex topics because of her inner demons (unknown to him), puberty and his sex life was pure hell. It was hell because Michael struggled with the same demon as his mother—sex addiction.

Michael had dark chocolate skin while he stood at 6’3″ and was 230lbs with short clean cut black hair, light brown eyes, and thick, ripped muscles while a large dark tribal tattoo (in homage to his father’s Native American heritage) covered his right arm to his right breast. The sexy specimen he was along with his 11 inch dick, he had all the sex partners he could for ask for as he popular and since he was bi, there was enough pussy eat and fuck with the ladies and enough niggas to suck his dick before taking it up their ass. Fucking was all well and good for Michael, but what got him off the most was listening to his parents have sex.

The apartment they lived in wasn’t big and the walls were a little thin, so at first, the muffled sounds were enough, but soon Michael found himself outside his parents’ bedroom, beating his meat. Well, that only when his Dad was around. He hadn’t had his kick off listening in such a long time. Hell, he didn’t even need it, after the new kick in his life—fucking his mother. It was nasty, dirty, but it felt too good.

Putting his plate of food down, Michael’s hand found the inside of his pants, rubbing on his cock to the memory of the first time he and his mother fucked.

*****

It was a dark and stormy night with lightening striking the sky. Heavy rain pelted the windows of the apartment as Tiffany lay in bed, playing with my kitty, wishing she had a dick in her. Her husband was working overnight and it was too late call a John-Doe for a nightcap. When Tiffany’s nymphomaniac urges called, all reason went out the window. There was a dick nearby and she just had to have it…even if it was connected to her son. And the fact that it was two in the morning didn’t matter either.

Tiffany stripped down to her birthday suit and made a beeline for Michael’s room. She found him sleeping soundly in a wife-beater and boxer briefs, his long, thick manhood prominently showing. Her hand reached out slowly for his bulge, caressing it gently. Her pussy began to moisten as he moaned in his sleep. Michael grew harder in his sleep, but just as he was about to cum, Tiffany stopped causing him to wake up. Michael sat up slowly. “Mom?”

“Yeah, what’s up, baby?” Tiffany asked with a sexiness Michael had never heard from any female before. “We’ve talked about sex, sweetie, so I know you’re fucking, but with all those girls around you at your games…you must a lot of goods down there, huh?”

Tiffany crawled into Michael’s bed beside him and pulled his briefs down, commencing to stroke his manhood. She caressed his piece, not letting him cum.

“Yeah, by the looks of you…you got goods, baby. Mmmmmm, Mommy needs some dick, Michael. Give it to Momma…” she cooed just before I start licking around the slit of her son’s dick.

“Ahhh, Mom!” Michael moaned as in his head he knew what was happening was wrong.

Michael’s own lustful urges said, ‘fuck it’ and ‘pussy is pussy’ though. Plus doing something so dirty turned him on.

“I love the way you moan for me, baby.” Taking her boy into her mouth, Tiffany worked her hands in a circular motion around his shaft as she sucked on the head of his dick. “Damn, you taste good, Michael. You like that shit, baby?”

Michael let out a gasp at her mouth work. “Oooh, Mommy!!! I like, I like! Mmmm!”

Sliding her tongue up and down Michael’s shaft, Tiffany’s tongue found his balls, sucking them until her commanded her to fuck him.

“Ride this shit, Momma! I want that nut on this dick.”

Positioning herself on his cock, Tiffany eased down gently on Michael and started a slow rodeo ride up and down, back and forth, round and around picking up the pace of her ride as she felt every inch of her baby’s 11.

Michael slapped his mother on the ass. “Yeah, Ma, ride your baby’s dick!” He slapped her ass harder, making her go harder. “Yeah, that’s what I like.”

“Fuck yes baby I love you spanking this big ass,”

Up and down on the dick Tiffany went, rising up to the top of it just to drop back down on it hard “Yeah, you love this shit…” She eased off and began to suck and taste her juices from his dick. “Mmmmm I love sucking on you.”

Grabbing her up, Michael kissed roughly, suckling the juices off her lips.

He flipped his Momma on to her stomach and start giving it to her doggy-style, slapping her ass with each thrust. “Mmmm, your pussy’s so good, Momma!”

“Aaaaahhhhhh, you giving me all that stick Michael! Dammit,”

“Yeah, it may be connected to me, but who’s dick is it, Mommy!?” Michael asked, giving her a hard slap to the booty.

“Aaaaaahhhh shit! This is Mommy’s muthafuckin’ dick…all this dick is mine! Fuuuccck Michael I feel you all in my stomach sheesh…” Tiffany chanted, grabbing the covers. “I’ma nut, Ma….” Michael growled, placing his hands over her while digging in real deep. “Mmmm, is this my pussy?”

“Yesss baby yes this pussy is all yours fuck. Cum in this shit boy, cum for me. Please don’t stop fucking me….”

“Mmmm, that’s right tell your dick what to.” Michael’s eyes rolled back as he felt the nut coming closer.

“Get this pussy Michael! Dammit you getting this shit, sweetie!!! Please baby please! I’m cumming! Michael don’t you stop fucking this pussy, I’m cumming!!!!! Give me that nut Michael. Give it to me!”

“Ahhhh shit! Damn, I love hitting this shit, Ma! I’m cummming!”

“Yes baby yessssssss aaaahhhhh fuck, Michael!!! I fucking love this dick!”

Listening to his mother’s words, Michael dug in one last time before collapsing on top of her and was held in her arms. Playing in his mother’s hair, she gave him soft kisses. Melting from her passionate kisses, Michael began to nod off, but he wanted to stay awake.

“Did I fuck you good, Momma?”

“You pleased me too good, baby, but go to sleep. We’ll deal with it in the morning.” Tiffany said caressing Michael’s face as her son lay in her arms, drifting off to sleep.

Mother and son really didn’t do much talking when they awoke as their morning urges prompted another romp between them before Michael went to school. They talked when Michael got home from school, agreeing to continue their affair.

*****

Tiffany walked out of Dr. Cox’s office as straight as could be as fucking his brains out. She made to her car and getting, her text message alert on her phone went off. Michael had sent her a picture of his cock after just masturbation session. With that image before her eyes, she sped home, going to make her baby pay for wasting cum that could’ve gone down her throat.

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