My son had always asked me to do it but I just never got the chance to. My son and I are completely open with each other and he told me all the sexual fantasies he has ever had; my son and I also watched porn and masturbated together and I’ve always tried my best to fulfill all of his requests. Having a FFM threesome was just another one on our naughty list, among the many many more delicious secrets between my son and me, in our sinful, forbidden river of incestuous love.

And one night, I decided to bring the hot jetsam to shore from its torrid, voluptuous eddy.💃 I dolled myself up for a ladies night out at this famous sports bar in downtown Boston, with my bright red lipstick, my mini black dress, my high-heel lace-up sandals. The night was still young but I was ready to be preyed upon. 🌹

My son said he had always wanted to have sex with a young white woman and tonight was the night. I spotted her across the bar, a group of petite, slim white girls with blonde hair, green eyes and blue eyes, with mischievous glints in their eyes looking over at me. The one who was sipping on her cocktail, her lips painted a shade of pink, was staring at me intently. I knew she was the one. As soon as I looked back at her, she left her pack and started sauntering over, her heels clicking against the floor, she was a predator on the prowl, mistaking me for her prey, when in fact, I was also on the prowl.

We hit it off instantly. She was interested in Asian girls. I could see in her eyes the desire to explore something new. So after a few hours of conversation, I invited her over to my place, and I promised her a night she wouldn’t forget. 🔥 I told her to leave her groupies and follow me. When the chemistry is right, anything is possible.

Once we were home, we started kissing, fondling each other’s breasts, legs, backs, giving each other massages, licking each other’s necks like we were two cats in heat. Our clothes were strewn all across the floor, and we were wrestling naked in bed, when, sensing that my prey was ready for my son, I told her, that I wanted to blindfold her, to heighten her senses. “It’s fun, come on. Try it, honey. Please. For me?” After her eyes were covered, I used her stockings to tie her hands behind her back, and then, I called him in, my son, as the final piece of our sinful puzzle.

I could feel my son’s excitement as he entered the room. He was naked and his cock was fully hard. He had been watching us this entire time. He couldn’t believe that his mother had brought another girl to join us in our debauchery. And he was as surprised as he was turned on, his eyes were wide at the sight of the delicious treat mommy had brought him.

He moved towards her, his touch gentle yet firm, exploring her lithe smooth tender body, making her gasp in pleasure, all the while I was still caressing her, the petite blonde white girl. He kissed her neck, his hands roamed all over her youthful flesh, his tongue explored her, tasting her pussy, making her moan in ecstasy. 🍑

Eventually the blindfold came off and she looked at me and then at my son, and all of a sudden she screamed, “Oh my god, he is your son!”

The cat was out of the bag. I told her to hush. I told her that my son goes to Harvard, that he is the smartest boy and the Valedictorian of his class. He got perfect SAT and he had taken 8 APs and had nearly all 5’s. Just a few 4’s. She went to Boston University and so I told her, my son is a catch for her. “How do you like dating a boy who is going to Harvard? Isn’t that a dream come true for all the girls at Boston University?”

But it was difficult. Despite the hours of talking at the bar, the fact that he is my son disturbed her. She asked me how? How could I? I had to explain to her. I told her that my son had spent all his time studying, all his life, his entire life up to now, non-stop studying, and he has never a girlfriend. Sure he was on the track team and he was the captain, but he only did that just so he could get into Harvard. Sure, he also pretended to be interested in the farewell of all humanities and volunteered in local mental hospitals, local libraries and went to NYC in some mock-up United Nations bullshit but deep inside, he knew it, I knew it, it was all bullshit. He could tell those things secretly to me and I told him that there are things you could only tell mommy and no on else. The world is a dangerous place and the only person you can ever trust is your mom. He just wanted to get into Harvard, and my ex-husband and I helped him. He had one girl whom he had a crush on when he was in high school, and after they graduated he learned she had already gotten a boyfriend as soon as she started her freshmen year at Stony Brook. My son was devastated. He told me that he could not understand why he could get into Harvard and not getting laid. My son and I cried together and I told him that girls will come to him, but he said, it has never happened. In order to cheer my son up, I took him to Osaka, where he met with his grandfather; I took him on cruise ship vacations in the Caribbean; I took to see the Grand Canyon in Arizona, the Colosseum in Rome, the Louvre museum in Paris, the Acropolis of Athens in Greece, but nothing helped. Nothing helped with his depression, until he told me that he had sexual desires for his own mother. I’m still a young woman. I used to work as an erotic model when I was 18 and I did both softcore porn and some private partying and I still do stripping at a local strip club. Back when I was at the age of 19, the same age as her, I was impregnated during a gang bang session by a group of wealthy businessmen in Dubai. I love having sex and throughout my marriage I had been unfaithful to my husband and my son knows all about it. My ex-husband had told my son that I was a whore, that I would spread my legs for any man, and my son decided to test it out. I tasted my son’s cum a few times and I liked it. Then one thing led to another …

As I was retelling my story to her, my son had already positioned him between her legs, and his hard cock was teasing her entrance. She asked me to grab a condom for her and I did. I pulled out a condom from my nightstand, put it in my mouth, and I lowered my head to my son’s crotch, my long hair brushing against her soft belly, and I pulled and pushed my lips against my son’s cock until the condom slipped on. Then I turned my head and I looked at her pussy. She was moist. I smiled to myself and said to my son, “She is ready.”

My son pushed in slowly, making her gasp, her body arching in pleasure. He started moving, his thrusts slow and deep, making her moan. I felt so proud of my son. I crawled on top of her, facing her, as I made out with her, our hardened nipples rubbing against each other, our hands caressing each other, my son’s cock thrusting inside her.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, making her scream in pleasure. He kept going, his movements relentless, driving her towards the edge. And then, with one final thrust, he pushed her over the edge, making her climax, her body shaking with pleasure. 💦

“You did it, my son! You are making mommy so proud!” I couldn’t help but yell out. I felt even more proud than my son cumming inside my own vagina! I don’t know why. I can’t explain it. I almost cried with tears of joy. All this time I was still chitchating with my son’s new girlfriend. I was telling her about all the amazing people my son had met at Harvard. I told her that one of my son’s classmates went to the Epstein’s Island with his father and his father’s name appeared in the unredacted Epstein files. I told her that nearly all of my son’s classmates had billionaire or multi-millionaire families. I told her that one of my son’s classmates fly in a private jet to an island every weekend just so he could study at a quiet place. There were so many amazing things. I felt so excited for my son to be able to attend Harvard and I told her I would do anything for him because of how proud I am of him!

While I was talking my son had moved up, his cock now dripping with his used condom dangling. I snagged the used condom off of his cock and gingerly scooped out his cum with my fingers and poured the hot manna into my mouth, all the while she was opening her mouth, taking him in, my son’s spent cock, with still some cum dripping out of his pee-hole, and her tongue was swirling around him, making him groan in pleasure.

He started moving, his thrusts matching the rhythm of her tongue, driving him towards the edge. And then, he was hard again. He was now facefucking her, and with another thrust, he climaxed again, his release filling her mouth, making her moan in satisfaction. My son just came again. I was so jealous. He had never cum twice that fast with me! But as I watched them, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, a sense of accomplishment. I couldn’t have been more proud of him. “Does it feel good?” I asked them both and they both nodded. My son is growing to become a man! And I helped my son fulfill his fantasy, I had shown him that I could bring him treats like this. Isn’t this better than the best antidepressant medication in the world? I was talking to myself. I didn’t say it out loud. I knew it was true. There is no better drugs than sex, I remember my own mother telling me that 20 years ago. And here I was, practicing what she had told me.

I kissed the blonde white girl again, sharing my son’s cum with her, and then I lay flat next to her, while my son laid on top of both of us, all of our bodies entwined together. I knew that this was just the beginning of our sinful adventures. 🌹🔥