Accidentally arousing son’s cock while training

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It was the most important decision of Maggie’s adult life.

As an experienced member of the Air Force Reserve, receiving a message like this was a life changer. Her Commanding Officer, Colonel Harris, had emailed her, asking if she’d be interested in doing an actual combat deployment. Probably nothing dangerous, but enough to serve her country in a meaningful way.

She was only offered this spot at the last minute because her male counterpart in the Air Force had decided to retire instead of deploying again. And since the mission required someone with expert linguistic skills, her services would be of unique value.

Even with the offer, Maggie had to first think about her priorities. The University would understand, since they supported her duties in the Reserve, and she was only scheduled to teach one class during the summer, which could easily be transferred to another professor. She knew her son would also understand, since he had dreams of joining the Air Force after college.

The only real obstacles she faced were all the formal requirements given to mission aircrews sent to combat zone. This was the big leagues now and she had clicked open an attached file titled: “What Women Should Expect If Captured By the Enemy” along with another document about how to be mentally prepared for an interrogation.

The SERE (Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape) training was set to begin in a week. It would be a modified course to get her ready on short notice, so the special deployment would continue on time. The Colonel wanted an answer by the end of the day.

Still needing to think things over, she forwarded the email to her son Jacob. It was 10:37 am and Maggie was certain that her son was sitting in the back of class somewhere using his laptop. Jacob, like many of the men in their family, was a military enthusiast, and she was certain he’d know more details about this sort of rigorous training.

Maggie sent another email to her son: You know I’m interested. It’s a reasonably safe mission and a once in a lifetime opportunity. What do you think about the SERE course? Will a 43 year old woman be able to handle it? Or is your old mother still mentally and physically strong enough to handle this? Let me know later today.

btw, your Aunt Christina will be stopping by for dinner. What a coincidence! I’ll share the great news with her (should I decide to accept this offer, and I think I will).

Love, mom : )

As important as this potential mission was, Maggie couldn’t help but spend a few moments thinking about her beautiful younger sister, Christina…

***

It was approximately 1:52 pm when Maggie sat in her dining room at home. She had printed out the necessary forms and had spread them across the table, eager to sign them.

Jacob arrived home and Maggie told him to change his clothes and come back down so they could talk.

When he was ready, they sat face to face across from each other.

“I think you’ll do awesome,” Jacob said during their sincere conversation.

“Thanks, I hope so. You know it’s always been a dream of mine, I just never thought it would happen.”

They talked more about what a great opportunity this was for her to be able to fly in actual combat missions, especially as a woman. She felt proud to be doing her patriotic duty, even for a brief stint, and Jacob was equally proud for her.

Something still lingered though…

Maggie took a deep breath. “And the other thing? Any thoughts about it?”

“You mean the SERE training,” he said matter of factly.

“Yes, what do you think?”

“It’s tough to say because each course is different. I mean, you’re not becoming a Navy SEAL or anything. So it shouldn’t be super hardcore, plus you said it’s a modified course.”

“I suppose you’re right,” she agreed, almost wanting to laugh it off. “Though I’ve heard that if I was ever deployed to a hot spot, the training would be rough but reasonable. The problem is, what does ‘reasonable’ even mean?”

Jacob was equally as stumped. “They used to make it extra hard on women. There were a ton of complaints about it. You know, tying women up, stripping them, lots of touching, that sort of thing. Time have changed though.”

“Do you think they’ve lightened up on that?”

“Maybe. Is that a dealbreaker for you?”

It was the big question. In her 20’s, she could have breezed through any training course. But in her 40’s? She was still in great shape, but nowhere as durable as she used to be, especially working as a professor for over a decade. Her body had become more sensitive and her muscles weren’t as strong as before. It was normal for her age. Maggie was at a temporary crossroads here.

Jacob was right. Women were given special scrutiny because of how they’d be treated if captured. Even though she’d be mostly away from danger, the training would still be intense.

As tough as Maggie was, she still had a tender heart. If she were honest with herself, the thought of being bound by an instructor, screamed at, and physically violated all terrified her. She could handle it, but she also knew it had the potential to be a traumatic event nonetheless. She had heard the horror stories before.

Equally as important, Maggie was one of the few female special operations linguists that was qualified for aerial missions. If she agreed to this brief tour of duty, she knew that she’d be a representative of military women everywhere. And if she failed to pass the SERE course? It would be an embarrassment to the Air Force and to all women in uniform. She’d never forgive herself for that.

Failure was NOT an option.

“Did you read the email attachment I sent?” she asked. “About the course.”

“Yeah, I read it in class.”

Just as she had suspected earlier.

“Let’s run a drill,” she said. “You pretend to be the interrogator, and I’ll be the prisoner. We’ll simulate how the Air Force would do it, only much more gentler. And I mean, much much gentler.”

Jacob thought deeply for a moment. “I guess that could work. I mean, I’ve never done anything like that before. But I could give it a try, though.”

“Great,” she said with a deep breath. “Let’s start, so I can make the decision before your Aunt arrives.”

“Okay… hmmm… so I’ll ask you a few questions about your name and rank. Then I’ll ask you about troop locations and your mission, followed by anything else you might know.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “We’ll sit here and I’ll just ask you questions. It’s like an interrogation, only friendlier. Much friendlier, like you asked.”

“No, no, no. I want something more realistic. Something that will help me decide if I can actually complete the training without breaking. I’m a 43 year old woman who’s spent most of her adult life working in academia.”

“How far do you actually want me to go?”

Maggie shrugged. “I don’t know. Rough me up. Yell at me. Put your hands on me. Tie me up. It’s up to you, because if I know what’s coming, I won’t be afraid. I need to be surprised, maybe a little shocked too.”

“Hmm…” he mumbled to himself. “That’s a little tricky.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

She sharpened her gaze. “Are you afraid of hurting my feelings?”

“Obviously. I mean, you do hold a grudge sometimes. And sometimes you have a temper.”

“We’re a military family, what do you expect?”

“Then you understand why I’d want to keep things verbal.”

“What if I made a promise to you?” she asked as a firm offer.

“How would that work?”

She flipped over a piece of paper, and on the blank side, scribbled down a promissory note to her son:

I, Margaret Williams, will absolve Jacob Williams of any personal liability or hardship during the course of this ‘Training,’ provided that all actions undertaken during the training are deemed reasonable.

Signed: Maggie (a.k.a your loving mother) *kisses*

Once signed, she placed the note in front of her son.

“There,” she said. “Your get-out-of-jail free card. Now, can we please continue? I’d like to get a feel of things. This is a big decision and I want to make sure it’s right for me.”

Jacob lifted his gaze from the paper and nodded. “Okay, fine. I wish I had the right equipment though.”

“You’re not actually going to hurt me, are you?” she said jokingly. “Because if you are, then the deal is off.”

He laughed. “No way. I’ve read that a common part of the SERE interrogation process involves tying people to a chair or whatever. If we had rope, it would make our version of the training more realistic.”

Did they have rope for household purposes? No.

But Maggie instantly thought of her ex-boyfriend, along with the small box in her closet. It seemed like only a few years ago that her ex-boyfriend had introduced her to bondage. It was something she had been interested in for years, but never tried until she confided her secret fantasies to him.

What she liked was the submissive nature of being tied and becoming helpless to a more dominant figure. As someone raised to be a strong woman, Maggie had always been ashamed of the submissive streak inside of herself. A lot of her submissive fantasies were lived through online porn and erotica, as well as copious amounts of masturbation with a small sex toy she kept hidden.

She quickly pondered to herself, wondering if she could reveal the smooth black rope. How would she explain it to Jacob?

In the end, it would be humiliating to reveal that side of herself to her son, but it also seemed necessary for this mock training session.

“I may have something,” she said softly, just above a whisper.

“What do you mean?”

“How important is the rope?”

“It would be really helpful,” he replied. “If you want, I can go buy some. But I think the rope they sell in stores might be rough against your skin. I’d have to tie it gently.”

Now Maggie was really trapped, because the rope in her closet was designed for contact with human skin. The material was soft, almost silky, yet it could be used to tie strong knots to create the right sense of bondage.

“I have rope in my closet,” she said.

“You do?”

“Don’t ask. Come to my room in about 10 minutes. I’ll need to dress more appropriately if you’re going to do a proper simulation. In the meantime, think of all the nasty things you’re going to do and say to me. Oh, and bring that promissory note too, so I won’t strangle you when it’s over.”

There was a sly smile on Maggie’s face as she was prepared to deal with all of the consequences headed her way.

***

The teacherly look was gone. Now, Maggie wore an outfit which was typical for military exercise on a base; a grey tshirt which had the Air Force logo, along with matching shorts. She wore her usual undergarments beneath and she was barefoot.

As a Reservist, she had to keep in decent shape all year round. She mostly ran outdoors and did calisthenics in the park. She didn’t exactly look like a fitness model, but she was more than pleased with her slender and somewhat toned figure.

Maggie stood upright as her son entered her bedroom. Sure, he had seen her dressed like this before, but never in this context. She could sense the awkward tension with her son and she felt her son’s heated gaze as he looked her over.

“It’s there on the bed,” she said of the rope. “There are three of them with different lengths. Pick the size you need.”

Jacob looked at the bed where the black ropes were neatly laid.

“That’s definitely not Air Force standard rope,” he noted, mildly puzzled. “Why do you have that in your closet?”

“Don’t ask. Just get to it. I’m sure you remember how to tie a good knot.”

“Sure,” he said, picking up the rope. “How about you stand by the bottom of the bed. That way, if you fall over, you can land on the bed.”

Maggie gave a wry smile. “That’s the spirit. I want your best.”

She stood in position, with her back facing the bottom end of the bed, and her pose was like that of a good recruit. It brought back memories, even though she was only in front of her son.

As she waited to be tied up, she noticed the sudden apprehension from her son, who was still figuring things out.

“Thinking of how you’ll do it?” she asked. “Or are you too afraid to tie your mother?”

“Both, I guess. I’ve never tied anyone up before. It’s kind of creepy.”

Maggie shrugged. “If it’ll make you more comfortable, just think of this as bondage training.”

“Like I’d want that,” he said jokingly.

“Oh, please. Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to tie a woman up so you can do as your heart desires. It’s a fun thrill. Just pretend we’re doing something like that.”

Immediately, Maggie knew she made a major mistake as Jacob sharpened his eyes in realization.

“Is that why you have this black rope?” he hesitantly asked. “For a cheap thrill or something?”

“It’s not a cheap thrill,” she defended herself, hiding away her embarrassment over this.

“Sorry, that’s not what I meant.”

She sighed, “If you must know, yes, that’s the reason I have the rope. It was a gift from an ex-date of mine. You can imagine what it’s for.”

“I get it. What else do you have in your closet?”

“Jacob!” she snapped.

He backed away from the question, but Maggie noticed a faint glimmer of amusement on Jacob’s face, with a sparkle in his eyes and a suppressed smile that almost formed around his lips. She had no idea what it meant, and she didn’t want to know.

“We’ll keep it simple,” he said, getting back to work. “I’ll tie your hands in front of you. The rope is smooth, so I’ll give you a strong knot. It won’t be too tight, otherwise you might like it.”

“Very funny. Now do your job.”

She stood with her hands out and allowed her son to swiftly and expertly bind her wrists with a firm knot.

Maggie’s ex-boyfriend was an insurance salesman. He wasn’t skilled in tying a proper knot and he didn’t know much about real bondage. It was just a fun kink they explored for Maggie.

Her son, on the other hand, had plenty of experience with tight knots and securing things with rope. He had been a Boy Scout and had always been great with his hands.

She was supposed to be nervous. She was supposed to be intimidated.

But somehow, she could never be afraid of her son. And oddly enough, it only appealed to her naughty bondage desires. She pushed those thoughts away. They were totally inappropriate, especially as she felt a pool of arousal between her legs.

Her son was tall and hovered over her. Sure, she thought he was handsome. Though she’d never tell another soul, she had fantasized about Jacob on several occasions.

To her own embarrassment, her pussy got wetter as she was now under her son’s dominant control. And to think, all of this was her idea.

“What is your mission here?” he asked with faux authority.

Maggie mustered her courage. “You can go straight to hell.”

“Really?”

“No, not really,” she huffed. “This is role-play, remember? Act like a hostile and do your duty. Don’t forget, YOU need to be tested too. This is for both of us. Okay, Air Force brat?”

When she saw the peeved look in his eyes, Maggie knew she had done something right. She had awoken something within her son. Perfect for this mini-training.

Jacob grabbed the back of her hair, careful not to hurt her in any way.

“I’m going to ask you again,” he said, this time more forcefully. “What is your mission here!?”

Maggie threw a knee strike towards his groin, but intentionally missed his privates.

“Still not convincing,” she scolded him. “At this point, I think I have more balls than you. Come on, scare me, threaten me. I want a realistic simulation now. I can handle this.”

“Mom, in a real simulation, your clothes might be… nevermind.”

She nodded. “I know. A SERE trainer might rip my clothes. I need to prepare for that.”

“Do you want me to do it?” he asked.

“I want you to act like a man. I need to know how much stress I can tolerate before I agree to the mission. And you need some balls, mister, if you think you’re worthy to join the Air Force like your father.”

She knew Jacob’s weak spots. And that seemed to do it. She was pleased to see a fire in Jacob’s eyes. She watched him march to the other side of the room where she kept some household supplies; he opened a drawer and came back with a thick pair of scissors.

“I can do it,” he threatened, holding up the scissors. “Can you handle it?”

Maggie was impressed by how assertive her son became. Maybe she was really making a man out of him? The irony.

“If you can do it, then do it,” she dared. “Don’t be a pussy. Be a man, the kind this country needs.”

Deep down, she knew Jacob would never touch her clothes. Not in a million years. He was always a respectful son and removing her clothes would forever change their relationship.

To her absolute shock, Jacob kept a straight face as he used the scissors to cut her tshirt from the neckline downward. When the tshirt was cut down the middle, he gave the fabric a hard pull, which ripped her tshirt off completely, exposing her bra.

She was too stunned to say anything, even when he started cutting the fabric on her shorts, ripping it off when he had the chance.

Her jaw dropped as she stood in her matching white bra and panties. Her pussy was drenched as she was left nearly naked in front of her son.

“Are you going to cooperate now?” he asked, holding up the scissors.

Maggie couldn’t tell if Jacob was still role-playing or not. Either way, they’d need a long talk after this was over.

“You are a coward,” she answered firmly. “Ripping off a woman’s clothes? What kind of a man are you?”

“This is your choice. You brought this on yourself for refusing to cooperate.”

Instead of unclasping her bra, Jacob used the scissors to cut each strap on her shoulders, then in the middle, so that the shredded bra fell to the floor.

Maggie had never gasped so loud in her life as her breasts were now exposed. Her tits were still mostly pert, sagging a little, and even without looking, she knew that her long pink nipples were hard. She wondered if Jacob could tell how aroused she was.

If this was still training, she needed to show her bravery. She needed to practice these emotions and show toughness. She stood upright, chest forward, hands still down, allowing her breasts to protrude, even if it meant giving Jacob an eyeful. He gladly accepted the view, taking a moment to gawk at her tits.

“Ready to cooperate yet?” he asked, delving deeper into character.

“You are a piece of shit.”

“All of this could have been avoided. You are mine now.”

Jacob brought the scissors down and cut around her panties. Her panties fell to the carpet and suddenly Maggie froze stiff. It was one thing to bare her breasts to her son, it was something else entirely for her neatly trimmed pussy to be exposed. It should have been a stopping point for both of them, but with their family history of being hard-headed, neither of them were going to relent, despite how awkward the situation was.

“I… I’m naked,” she said softly in disbelief.

“This is your fault, Captain Williams.”

She stood there and watched Jacob absorb the sight of her nudity, seeing something that should have been forbidden to him. He didn’t care. He looked all he wanted. Openly. Unabashed. And Maggie’s body responded to that, with her nipples turning harder and her pussy becoming wetter. A desire burned within her. A taboo desire.

Maggie suddenly wondered if Jacob was doing this in character, or… for his own lustful purposes…

Then she wondered why Jacob’s eyes were suddenly glued to the floor, where her shredded panties were, instead of her naked body. When she looked down at the cut panties around her feet, she understood.

There was a wet stain in the center of her shredded undergarment. Jacob saw it clearly.

“Sorry,” she blushed.

“For what? Your wet stain? Maybe I tied your wrists a little too hard.”

“Now you’re being an asshole,” she replied, looking Jacob up and down, then focusing on his crotch. “Besides, I think you like what you’re seeing and doing to me.”

Jacob adjusted his posture. Maggie had become aware that her son was fully erect at the sight of her nakedness. It didn’t help their mock training. It didn’t help at all.

In fact, it made the training less realistic because now, she was dripping wet with arousal, and he was rock hard. Nothing like a real life SERE drill.

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” she said.

“Oh, I was just about to break you… I mean… I know some details about the training, but I didn’t want to mention it earlier because it’s probably outdated.”

Maggie breathed deeply and pushed her chest out. “Give me your worst.”

“Are you sure?”

“Stop asking. Just do it.”

Their mom/son relationship was on a temporary halt as Jacob gave her a bear hug and lifted her off the ground. Her tits were pressed against his chest. Naturally, Maggie’s legs resisted on instinct, kicking the air, and kicking her son. No one had ever manhandled her like this before.

When her left leg struggled, the side of her calf brushed against her son’s erection, which seemed impossibly hard. The deviant bastard, she thought.

Maggie was lifted off her feet and placed on the center of the bed. Jacob gently sat on her midsection, careful to use only a portion of his body weight. He reached over and grabbed a longer rope. He used it to tie Maggie’s already bound hands to the top bed frame, leaving her with her hands up, unable to cover her breasts.

The tension halted when her phone beeped. It was on the bedside table and she had received a short series of texts.

Maggie spoke in a normal tone. “Can you check my phone? It might be your Aunt on the way.”

“Only because it’s Aunt Christina. Otherwise, training should never have breaks.”

When he bent over to check the phone on the table, his erection pressed on Maggie’s stomach, which he didn’t attempt to conceal. She wondered if this was on purpose, or if Jacob simply got carried away and forgot.

“She’ll be here soon,” Jacob said, reading the phone. “She didn’t say what time though.”

“Oh goodness, we better hurry.”

“Hmm…” he mumbled, reading more incoming texts.

“What is it?”

“Aunt Christina just said that she has a special surprise for you, and that you two are going to have a great time when I’m at class tomorrow. Then she sent a bunch of text emojis with kisses and licks. What’s that all about?”

Maggie was typically great at coming up with quick excuses, but in this vulnerable position with her hands tied and her body naked, she was at a loss for words.

“I… ummm… Your Aunt is a touchy, feely person. You already know that.”

In the heat of the moment, Maggie’s body betrayed her. Her toes curled, her legs almost crossed, and her hands clenched. Her lips pursed together and she knew she was busted, because Jacob had spotted some of these little details.

“Oh really?” he questioned, back in his role as interrogator. “Is that all you have to say for yourself?”

“Please don’t take this any further.”

Jacob did. He reached between Maggie’s legs and did the unthinkable; he touched the outer folds of her pussy.

Sure, Maggie could have stopped this. She could have yelled and berated him for such a lewd act. But a part of her needed to know how much pressure she could withstand. And another part of her, the secretly deviant side, was curious to see how far this could go. Deep down, she wanted to know if her son had the balls to actually fuck her.

“Wet,” he said, holding his fingers to her face. “Tell me more about you and Aunt Christina.”

“She’s my younger sister.” Maggie held firm.

“And?”

“What are you implying?”

Still sensing that something was off, Jacob returned to his dominant position, gently sitting on her stomach.

Maggie was in utter disbelief as her own son, someone who had been the man of the house for the past several years, reached down to touch her breasts and pinch her stiff pink nipples.

“You’re aroused,” Jacob coldly said. “And I’ve asked you a question. Tell me about you and Aunt Christina, or worse things will happen.”

Never in Maggie’s life had she been in such a vulnerable position. Not only was she being sexually degraded and dominated by her son, but her deepest, darkest secret with her sister was on the brink of discovery.

She should have been furious.

She should have been enraged.

Instead, a nerve had been hit. Her submissive side had been placed on red alert. It was an intense thrill and she got a rush similar to a takeoff, except this appealed to her deviant and dirty desires.

As she looked in Jacob’s eyes and felt his cock bulge on her stomach, she knew he felt the same way.

“If you want to know, you’ll have to try harder than that,” she dared him. “I don’t give up information easily.”

He pinched her nipples harder. “You’re making me angry.”

“What are you going to do? Use that tiny, worthless cock on me?”

He grinded his erection against her stomach. “Breaking you is tougher than I expected. I commend you for your loyalty and bravery. Unfortunately, it will come at a steep cost.”

As Maggie laid there helplessly, looking up towards her dominant son, she wondered what would happen next. She wondered what trick he had up his sleeve.

It was a total shock when Jacob lifted himself, then pulled the front of his shorts to expose his erection, which was ready for action. The head of the cock pointed directly at her. It was so swollen that Maggie wondered if it hurt. It was her first time ever seeing Jacob’s erection and her heart nearly skipped a beat.

“What are you going to do with that?” she asked with a hoarse voice.

“You already know,” he plainly said. “Unless you give me the information I want.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” she screamed.

It was a genuine scream. But she knew, and her son knew, that this was far from over. Maggie was a woman in extreme heat.

“Oh yes, I would,” he replied with a sinister tone. “Are you going to tell me your secret? Or am I going to have to fuck it out of you?”

This couldn’t be real. Could it? Had her own son threatened to fuck her? It was a bizarre threat to make. But at the same time, she wondered if she was ready to break and spill the info.

The truth was, her heart was beating so fast, she felt like she had just sprinted up a hill. The idea of spilling her secrets with her sister was so arousing. And the very thought of being fucked by her dominant son was even more of a mind bender.

She figured she’d regret this someday. But her submissive side would never forgive her if she passed up this opportunity for amazing bondage sex with a powerfully intense taboo added to it.

Her heart (and pussy) won out.

“Do your worst,” she defiantly said, spreading her legs the best she could.

“You’ve left me no choice.”

Jacob was dead serious. He pulled away from her, stood up, and pulled his shorts and tshirt off. Just like that, he was naked. They were on an even playing field now being nude, though she was still bound and helpless.

She spread her legs wide open while staring at her son, almost daring him to fuck her as hard as humanly possible. Neither of their eyes wavered or broke contact. Neither of them wanted to be the first to quit.

Her eyes looked down towards her pussy as Jacob positioned himself on the bed, right between her legs. He pressed his erection against her pussy and penetrated her, taking Maggie’s breath away for a moment. God, this is actually happening, she thought.

Jacob gave a short push and partially entered. His cock was throbbing and she could feel him pulsing around her labia and dripping wet hole.

“Last chance,” he said, holding firm. “Tell me what Aunt Christina wants to do with you.”

Maggie took a deep breath and wondered if she could actually go through with this. This was irreversible and they could never come back from this.

“If you want information, you’ll have to earn it,” she replied, hardly believing the words coming out of her mouth.

“Your choice.”

Jacob grabbed both of her ankles and lifted her feet in the air, spreading her legs wide. Then he gave a hard thrust inside her warm, wet pussy. She was so aroused that the fast penetration didn’t hurt. Her body was ready enough so that his seven-inch cock slid inside of her in a smooth motion. Her natural lubrication had done its job for her son.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped, eyes wide open. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“This is your fault. I told you to cooperate.”

Maggie lay helpless with her wrists tied to the bedpost as her hands instinctively struggled. All she could do was watch the lustful look on her son’s face as he fucked her harder. She knew this was Jacob’s dirty, naughty fantasy all along (just like hers). And now he was finally able to live it out under the guise of training (just like her).

The bed made squeaky noises as Jacob thrusted harder and more relentlessly. As Maggie lay flat on her back with her hands tied up, her tits bounced on her chest, rocking back and forth. She noticed her son glancing down at her bouncing breasts and hard pink nipples. She was certain it was a delicious sight.

“You’re tough,” he grunted, thrusting slower. “But I can see that you’re breaking. Now tell me what your plans are? What was the text about?”

“No! I swore I’d never tell!”

Jacob gave a hard thrust, holding his cock all the way inside his mother, and pinched one of her nipples.

“Wrong answer,” he said, grinding his cock. “Why did Aunt Christina send you those kissing and licking emojis?”

He gave several thrusts in quick succession, which made her scream.

“Christina is going to lick my pussy!!!” she wailed as her son fucked her fast.

Maggie saw the surprise in Jacob’s eyes as he stopped fucking her for a moment.

“Oh really?” he asked in disbelief.

Maggie felt a strong wave of shame wash over her. She was now a woman with two incestuous relationships.

“Yes, really,” she admitted. “It’s something we’ve started doing these past few years. Are you disgusted?”

Maggie was unsure how her son would react. As his hands mauled her breasts and then pinned her shoulders, she should have known. He slowly started fucking her again. Like the vast majority of men, the idea of two women having sex turned him on. But two sisters? Jacob went wild, and Maggie’s pussy reaped the benefits.

“Tell me how it started,” he said in a low voice, fucking her even harder now.

Her tits rocked back and forth again as her son really went to work on her pussy. She had never been so turned on in her life. And she was certain her son felt the same way.

“She gave me comfort years ago,” Maggie said while her body was still being sexually ravished. “She… she consoled me when I became a single mother. Ohhh God…. I cried in her arms then she kissed me. We kissed on the mouth!!”

Jacob thrusted faster. “Did she eat your pussy?”

“Yes!!!”

His eyes were filled with lust and he went faster.

“Did you eat Aunt Christina’s pussy?”

“Yes,” she answered in a lower voice with all the pleasure that was overwhelming her.

His thrusts formed an intense pattern, causing tears to drip from Maggie’s eyes.

“Oh God,” he groaned. “Do both of you do this often?”

She cried, “Every… time… she… visits… and you’re not home.”

Jacob went wild with his pounding, filling the room with slapping noises from their passionate fucking.

“Do you like that I’m owning your pussy?” he softly asked.

“I… I do… I love that my own son is… oh God… I’m going to cum!!!”

Maggie’s toes curled as she felt an overwhelming orgasm. She didn’t care that her freshly washed bed sheets were being stained. It was worth it. The pressure around her pussy had never felt so great and she squirted. Her eyes rolled back when it happened and she was surprised she didn’t faint.

Her body nearly went limp as Jacob kept on thrusting to reach his own climax.

“I’m going to cum in you,” he whispered.

She nodded. Her eyes were half open and she was barely conscious as she watched her son’s face contort in pleasure and he emptied himself inside of the place where he was conceived all those years ago. In all honesty, it was the most erotic feeling she had ever experienced.

When it was done, he laid on top of her breasts. She wished she could have caressed his face and hair, the way a good mother does, but her hands were still bound.

She came back to life when her phone beeped.

“Untie me,” she said. “It could be your Aunt.”

Instead, Jacob checked the phone and then he smiled.

“She’s here,” he mischievously said. “She’s in the driveway.”

“Quick, untie me! I need to get dressed”

“I have a better idea.”

“What?”

“Aunt Christina would be thrilled to know that you’ve passed my version of the SERE training. I’ll be right back.”

“What!? We can’t let her see me like this.”

He got up and pulled his clothes back on. “Mom, this is part of your training. It’ll give you more courage and confidence. Trust me.”

With that, he rushed out of the room and down the stairs to answer the door. Maggie laid there, hands still tied, naked, with a sopping mess between her legs, wondering how her sex life had gotten so crazy. She was a professor and a Reservist; not a sex maniac. Her life was supposed to be wholesome and honorable.

She heard them coming up the stairs and she wanted to cry. Her life would never be the same again. She looked down the hallway and saw her son and younger sister approaching. Maggie laid there without moving. There was nowhere to go. She heard them talking about how the training and interrogation went.

“Well, well, well,” Christina said playfully upon entering the bedroom. “Looks like my big sister is a lot stronger than I thought. I’m so proud of you, Margaret.”

“Christina…” she gasped. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything. Looks like you’ve made me a delicious cream pie, or shall I call it a cum cocktail? Made from the finest ingredients. A new family recipe, I’d say.”

“What?!”

“Don’t play coy,” Christina said, unbuttoning her blouse. “You know what I like. What we both like.”

Christina took off her top, revealing her flat chest and hard nipples, so her own clothes wouldn’t be stained. Then she removed everything else. After all, the bed was drenched with squirt.

It felt like a perverse heaven as Maggie laid there and spread her legs wide once again. A few moments ago, she had spread for her son. Now she was spreading for her sister, while Jacob was still in the room watching.

She saw her younger sister position herself between her legs. Then she cherished the feeling of Christina licking her cum stained labia with long tongue strokes. That was Christina’s specialty. After several thirsty licks, Christina put her tongue inside and sucked Maggie’s squirt along with the thick globs of Jacob’s cum.

“Interrogation training isn’t supposed to be this fun,” Jacob noted.

“Just doing my patriotic duty,” Maggie hummed, closing her eyes to enjoy her sister’s mouth.

Why fight it? She wrapped her legs around Christina’s neck and enjoyed the feeling of her pussy being eaten. All of the love juices had been slurped away, and now, Christina was just doing this to give Maggie another mind blowing orgasm. Maggie smiled to herself, knowing how close she was to making another mess, this time in her sister’s mouth.

When she turned to look at her son, Maggie came again and realized that she could handle anything.

The End

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