After my son successfully seduced me and made me commit the sinful act not very long ago, well, ever since then, my son and I have been having sex nearly everyday, and sometimes even multiple times a day. Our forbidden lust had been repressed for so long, embedded in a carapace of sexual tension, shame, social taboo, and anxiety, that when it eventually burst, this concupiscence of sexual energy shot through like a volcano and became unstoppable. My son is insatiable and has an extremely high sex libido and I have a hard time keeping up. My shame, humiliation, fear and trembling sexual anxiety had all been shattered.

On this year’s Mother’s Day my son decided to do something different and had taken me to another level of sluttery that even surprised myself.

As usual, we had a romantic dinner together. I was dressed in my sexiest outfit and my son was dressed in a tuxedo and we went to the most expensive restaurant in town. We were like a real couple. My son was young, hot, handsome. I was slightly older, but because I’m Asian I can easily pass off as a young woman in my 20s, especially when I put on makeup. Afterward, naturally, I had assumed that my son was going to spend the rest of the evening fucking me, but instead, my son told me that he had invited his best friend from high school to come over to our place and hang out together. He also said that his best friend was still a virgin and had been very frustrated sexually, and then, he told me that he wanted me to “HELP HIM”. I sort of expected what was going to happen, but when it actually happened, I was still very shocked.

Sure enough, when my son’s best friend came over, he started to cry and he told me that he was sad because no girl wanted to fuck him. I felt heartbroken for him, and my son encouraged me to comfort him. I told him that he was hot, he was good looking, and he was such a sweetheart and that any girl would be lucky to be with a guy like him. Then I hugged him and he rested his head against my chest. I was wearing my son’s loose T shirt with no bra underneath. My son made a rule for me that I should be kept naked at all times inside the house. So after we came from the dinner, I stripped naked, but when his friend showed up, out of shame, I put on the XL-sized T shirt to cover myself.

As I was comforting him, my son chimed in, “If he’s so hot, why don’t you let him test this on you?”

I was dumbstruck and I didn’t know what to say. The relationship my son and I shared had been a secret and I was scared. So I pretended like I didn’t know what he was talking about.

Then my son said, “Come on mom, you know what I want you to do. You’ve always been a slut, so what I’m saying is … Why don’t you let him fuck you to get better at it so he can gain more experience and confidence? Girls don’t like guys who are virgins. You should know that. Know that better than anyone else.“

I should have been mad at my son for talking to me this way, especially so in front of his friend, but I wasn’t. I was reminded of how deeply ashamed I was and my son’s very crude remarks had re-invigorate my feeling of shame. My stomach was knotting and I felt a lump of anxiety at my throat, like a feeling of choking. My heart was beating fast and when I tried to speak, I felt tremor in my voice. I had always known that was going to happen eventually. So instead of making a reply, I pretended to be annoyed and I scowled, but soon that scowling made ways for horniess. I felt my pussy clench and my nipples were poking holes through the Tee even though I wasn’t cold or anything. My son kept talking and he noticed my nipples and he was pinching my nipple through the T-shirt and his talks became dirtier and more explicit, about how much I’m a slut, how horny I’ve been for young white cocks, how much I enjoyed cum-playing.

My lips trembled and I tried to say no, but the lump in my throat prevented me, and so I remained quite. His best friend was now rubbing his face against my breasts.

I thought about it and then, my voice trembling, I told him yes. To be more exact, I said, “Okay, but …” My son knows that that was my way of saying yes.

I also said that I didn’t want anyone else to know about it. “Mommy is very shamed.” I told both of them. The next thing I know I was being brought into my bedroom, the same bedroom where I used to share with my husband, the numerous men I’ve dated, and the first night when my son lost his virginity with me, and now, this once familiar bedroom was becoming so alien to me. I felt like I was being brought into a dungeon, room for torture, for interrogation. A fear crept into me. But also excitement. I know it’s so wrong for me to say it, but I was also excited. I was like a little girl being led onto a wonderful adventure, and I was put in trust hands, by my son, my cocky, handsome, deviously smart son.

Besides the loose T shirt I was completely naked otherwise. My creamy white legs and feet were tapping and moving against the hard, cold, wooden floor. My son’s best friend and my own son were leading me to certain doom. I was in a daze. Soon, I was sat on the bed, my T shirt being pulled over my head, and I was completely naked in front of another 19 year old white boy.

He also sat on the bed and he put my hand to his crotch and I sensed that he was rock hard. His cock was pitching a tent through his pants and I giggled, and I felt so coy and shy, knowing that I was still able to turn guys on. In my mind I was screaming, “OMG, this 19 year old boy is lusting my body! OMG I’m so happy!”

Then his pants were pulled down and his cock jumped to action. It was proud, fully erect, like a statue, hard like a rock. His hand found the top of my scalp and he pressed me down, and even though he did not use any force, his hand felt so heavy and I felt myself being crushed beneath his heavy hand. I felt so small.

I was pushed down to my knees and my eyes were level with his cock. I knew what I needed to do. I leaned forward and my face was approaching his cock slowly, and slowly, his cock, twitching, pulsing, was brought forward to me and it was underneath my nose. I smelled it and it was heavenly. And then, very naturally, my lips touched the tip of his cock and I kissed. After I kissed it, I heard him moan and that encouraged me, and I put his entire cock into my mouth. It tasted so good, I remember saying to myself. The smell, the shape, the tasty mushroom head, the corrugated under-sides of the tip, the veiny shaft, and the soft, blonde pubic hair, and the crimpled balls. I loved everything about his cock. I sucked his cock for less than a minute or so before he exploded inside my mouth, and he was moaning and when I looked up at him, it almost looked like he was crying.

As he was exploding inside my mouth, I kept my lips firmly closed around his cock so almost all of it ended up inside my mouth and after his first orgasm lessened, I looked at him and smiled at him, and gingerly I opened my mouth to show him his cum swimming inside my mouth, and then I swallowed.

I also massaged his thighs as I swallowed and within minutes, his cock was fully hard again.

“Teach him how to fuck a woman like a real man.” I heard my son’s voice commanding me and that was when I noticed that my son was standing by the door watching me and when I looked more carefully, I was shocked to realize that my son was holding his iphone and there was a little bright LED on his iphone. He was filming me.

“Show him on how to fuck you, slut.” My son said it again, and I felt so humiliated and ashamed, but I was shaking, but I was also extremely horny. I got up and crawled on top of him, and I guided his cock to the entrance of my pussy. I didn’t realize how wet I had become until when I realized that his cock slid right into me without meeting any resistance. His cock was quite huge. I thought to myself, actually, it’s much bigger than my son’s. I just said it to myself in my mind and I didn’t say it out loud because I didn’t want to hurt my son’s feelings. I was thinking that if my son had known that his best friend’s cock was bigger than his, he might stop me from fucking his best friend, and at that point, I really wanted this gorgeous cock inside me.

This friend of my son’s was so excited he couldn’t even speak and I could tell he was shaking too. We were both extremely nervous. But as soon as his cock entered my pussy, all the nervous energy dissipated and I couldn’t resist myself as I rode him to orgasm. Luckily for me, this time it took me quite a while before he came again and I was able to bring myself to orgasm. I clamped his cock with my pussy and I enjoyed riding him. I also moaned as I impaled myself. My son was filming all this and I didn’t want my son to know that I was enjoying it all this so when I moaned, I covered my mouth and tried to suppress my moans.

But I just couldn’t help myself. He put his mouth on my tits and sucked on them one after another while I was riding him until he came. Eventually I ended up screaming “OMG, mommy is cumming. Mommy is cumming.” I distinctly remember referring myself in the third person when I said it. The thought that I was a mommy and that this 19 year old white boy is the same age as my son turned me on. As I was having one orgasm after another, my surroundings became a blur. I did not know what was happening. I vaguely heard my son and his best friend speaking to each other:

“You are the best friend ever! Thank you letting me fuck your mother.”

“Does my mother’s pussy feel good?”

“Hell yeah! This feels much better than a fleshlight.”

After he cummed inside me, he asked me if I’ve ever done it with my son. My heart was beating fast when he said it. I was scared, and I had always thought, even up to that point, that this was a secret between me and my son, and nobody else knew about our relationship, but, of course, I was wrong.

I was shocked and embarrassed, and I didn’t know what to say, and I was immersed in the feeling of his cum inside my pussy, and I could feel some of it was leaking out of me. The feeling of his sperm swimming inside me was ineffable. I was young again! I was being bred again. I wanted to shout.

He continued to talk and he told me that apparently all of my son’s friends knew about me and they absolutely all loved me and wanted to fuck me. He also told me that my son told everyone that I’m an insatiable slut and that I need to be fucked multiple times every single day or else I would be constantly begging other men to fuck me. He also said that my ex husband left me because I had difficulty being monogamous and that I was caught cheating on my ex husband with other men. So that my son has not just been fucking me, but he has been actively trying to find and introduce other men to fuck me to satisfy my lust. “Your son told me your are an insatiable slut.” So I realized at that point that this best friend was going to be just the first of many more to come.

Then he said that he would like to do a threesome on me with my son together and asked me if I was okay with it.

I’ve done threesomes before, obviously, because I’ve always been a slut, but doing it with my son and his best friend seemed …. so ….

I hated to admit it, but the idea seemed so hot and I doubted that many other women would have done this sort of thing. I had always had a very honest, and sexually charged relationship with my son. My son had access to my diary and he knew that I read lots of romance novels with lots of hot, steamy sex scenes that involved lots of very “bad” and “devious” stuffs … like rape, incest, kidnapping, gangbang, torture, and many many other things, that I’m ashamed to even name them. My son knows that I’m a kinky slut and I feel ashamed to admit it.

I sat in my bedroom by myself little while my son and his best friend were in the other room drinking beer and watching porn. They had turned the volume all the way up and I could hear some woman moaning, “Fuck me. Fuck this slutty mother.” I became extremely horny thinking about my son and his best friend fucking me together. I touched my wet pussy and I scooped out the young man’s cum out of my pussy and tasted it. The taste was tangy, and reminded me of the smell of the ocean. And as gooey substance traversed down my throat, like the tentacles of an alien monster growing inside my body, all my nerve endings started to light up, from the top of my head, the tips of my fingers, running down to my legs, reaching all the way to each one of my toes, and my toes curled, my clit was stiffening, and I couldn’t help myself. My clit was so stiffened and I strummed it like it was the string on a guitar. It felt so good. I imagined how wonderful it would be to take two cocks inside me at the same time.

I was consumed with lust and I couldn’t take it any longer. I walked out of my bedroom, with cum stained on my thighs, cum on my lips, and cum inside my vagina. I walked out completely naked, and I put on a collar and I walked slowly, taking dainty steps. My voice was trembling. I saw my son and his best friend in the living room, watching porn on the big screen TV that his father had purchased years ago. I asked them if they were ready to spitroast mommy and my son said, “Be right there after we finish this beer. Go back to your room and wait for us, slut.” And his bestfriend sitting by a chair next to the sofa, giggled out loud.

He did not call me mommy. He called me a slut. Then he turned to his best friend and said, “You see, my mom loves taking risks and it makes her feel good.” Which, I cannot contest, is quite true. I have always had an adventurous spirit inside me. I loved traveling when I was younger. I loved going to different countries, tasting different food, drinking different brand of wine, venturing into shady night clubs, bars, and music festivals, seeking thrill with lots of different strangers from different countries, taking risky cocks inside my holes, getting drunk on their cum. And I was never able to settle down with one man. My husband hated me for being a slut. But now, finally, my son, who knows me inside out, who knows what I really wanted in life, was able to satisfy me in ways no other men had ever been able to.

After a few minutes, my son and his best friend came back to my bedroom and my son was holding a jar of Vaseline and said, “Guess who’s going to fuck you in the ass, mommy!” And he shook his jar like it was a box of candies. Then I was told to bend over, and my son scooped a big gulp of the jelly and slapped it right on my butthole and he even used his fingers to get it deep inside my butthole.

My son and his best friend ended up double penetrating me in my bedroom, with my son fucking me in the ass, and his best friend abusing my well used pussy. My son came inside my asshole and his best friend came inside my pussy. Then I was spitroasted, with my son’s cock inside my mouth, and his best friend fucking me in my ass. I tasted my son’s cum, mixed with my own ass juice, and I felt extremely submissive.

During all this time I was cumming multiple times so much so that my pussy and were so sore I could barely walk. I ended up swallowing both my son’s sperm down my mouth while his best friend creampied inside my ass for the second time. As my son creampied me, he even said, “Happy Mother’s Day! I hope you liked your present.”

I tried my best to catch my son’s cum with my mouth but some of it landed on my face and, I don’t fully understand, why but I was reminded of the time when my son gave me a can of coke and intentionally splashed it on my face. He was very excited when he saw the coke making a mess on my face and I think, even then, there was this unspoken sexual tension between me and my son. I saw the same excitement on my son’s face when he made a mess of me with his cum just now.

And we didn’t just do it in the bedroom.

After the fourth round or fifth round (I can’t keep up how many times I was getting fucked at that point), my son and his best friend said they wanted to fuck me outside in the forest by the lake. They carried me naked to the garage and put me in the backseat, and my son drove the car with his best friend sitting in the passenger’s seat, and we all drove to the forest nearby our house.

Once we arrived at the forest, which was a 5 minutes drive, both of them became horny again and I started off by sucking them both inside the car.

Then, I got fucked in the doggy style behind the bushes while overlooking the lake. As usual, the lake was beautiful, serene, blue, and calm. The idyllic scene contrasted nicely with the mess that was inside me. I was on fire. My whole body was.

And I received loads after loads of cum. They took turns pounding my pussy, ass, and mouth over and over again until I could no longer keep count and I no longer knew if the cum leaking out of me was my son’s or his best friend’s, and at some point, they were literally using the cum leaking out of me as lube to push their cocks back inside me. The sex was so intense I nearly passed out from all the orgasms I was experiencing as I was being fucked nearly non stop until midnight.

The next morning my son took me to the drug store to get some morning after pills.

That was the first time of the many more times to come. Over the next several weeks, my son’s best friend would come over every weekend and he together with my son would tag team on me all day long. I was reminded of the times when my son would play wrestling with me. My son was a big fan of wrestling and he loved to practice wrestling moves on me, often lifting me over his shoulders, carrying me in his arms, throwing me on the mattress. And I felt like I was playing wrestling with my son and his best friend again. Except that I was completely naked and they were using their cocks as weapons.

But it’s getting worse. My son and his best friend are asking if I would like to go to some parties together and if I would like to get gangbanged. I’m excited but also scared. To be honest, I love young white men because they are so much more fun and so full of energy and apparently they love me a lot, and it feels nice to know that I still look good enough to turn them on.

On the other hand, I also know what I’m doing is wrong and immoral and I feel ashamed being a whore and a slut and being used by so many men.