"Fuck, Kyle! I can't believe you're leaving me again for that bitch," Emma spat as she slammed her fist down on the kitchen counter. Her long, raven black hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her ample cleavage spilling out of her low-cut top. At 46 years old, she still had a killer body - slim figure, toned legs, and big fucking tits. She was a certified MILF, even if she was also Kyle's mom.
"Mom, don't start. We talked about this. I'm allowed to see other people." Kyle tried to reason with her, but he couldn't help feeling a twinge of excitement at the sight of his half-naked mother. Ever since his father died a year ago, they had been secretly sleeping together. It was fucked up, sure, but it felt so good. And now, her jealousy only made their encounters more intense.
Emma huffed, crossing her arms under her chest. "I know what we agreed on, but I just can't stand the thought of you with someone else. Especially not some skanky college girl."
Kyle raised an eyebrow. "You mean like how you were a 'skanky college girl' when you met Dad?"
His comment hit a nerve. Emma's eyes narrowed, and she stepped closer to him, running a finger down his chest. "Watch your mouth, kiddo. I may be older, but I can still teach you a thing or two."
She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Kyle sucked in a breath as her huge tits bounced free, nipples already hard from the anticipation. Fuck, he loved seeing her like this - wild, horny, and ready for anything.
He traced a hand along one of her curves, feeling her shiver beneath his touch. "Is this what you want, Mom? To distract me with your body?"
Emma bit her lip, nodding. "Yes...fuck, yes. Just for tonight, let's forget about everything else and lose ourselves in each other."
Kyle didn't need much convincing. They stumbled towards the bedroom, clothes coming off in a frenzy as they kissed and groped each other. Soon, Emma was lying naked on the bed, spread eagle and begging for Kyle to take her. He obliged, plunging deep inside her wet pussy and making them both moan with pleasure.
As they moved together, Kyle couldn't shake the idea that had been brewing in his mind. He wanted something more - something taboo and dirty. He whispered his plan into Emma's ear, watching as shock and desire warred within her.
At first, she resisted. "No way, Kyle. That's too far."
But Kyle had already made up his mind. "Sarah is actually open to the idea of a threesome with us and Jack," he told her matter-of-factly.
Emma's eyes widened in surprise, and she instinctively gripped Kyle's hips, preventing him from pulling out of her. "What did you say?" she breathed.
"Yeah, she thinks it sounds exciting. So, maybe I should go spend the night with her instead," Kyle replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
To his surprise, Emma's grip on him tightened, and she pulled him back inside her. "No, wait," she pleaded. "Let's do it. Let's have a threesome with Jack."
Kyle's heart rate quickened at the prospect of finally realizing one of his longest-held fantasies. He had often wondered what it would be like to bring another person into their intimate world, and now it seemed like it might actually happen.
"Are you sure?" he asked, wanting to make absolutely certain that Emma was comfortable with the arrangement.
"Yes, I'm sure," she insisted, locking eyes with him. "I want to make you happy, Kyle. If this is what you want, then I'm willing to try it."
With renewed enthusiasm, Kyle began to move his hips once more, sliding in and out of his mother's slick pussy. As they picked up speed, Emma matched his pace, meeting him thrust for thrust.
It wasn't long before they were both crying out in ecstasy, lost in the throes of passion. When it was all over, they lay entwined in each other's arms, exhausted yet exhilarated by the encounter.
"Thank you, Mom," Kyle murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.
"Anything for you, my darling boy," Emma replied, smiling up at him with pure adoration.
The next evening, Kyle brought Jack over to their house, and Emma could hardly contain her nerves. She had never met Jack before, but she knew exactly who he was: the scrawny, bespectacled geek who had been Kyle's closest friend since childhood.
Despite her reservations, Emma put on a brave face and greeted Jack warmly when he arrived. She offered him a drink and made small talk, all while fighting the urge to vomit. How had she ended up here, allowing her own son to bring his dorky friend over for a threesome?
Eventually, they moved into the living room, and Kyle suggested they watch a movie. Emma reluctantly agreed, sitting between the two young men on the sofa. As they settled in, she could feel Jack's leg pressed against hers, and she fought the impulse to pull away.
After a few minutes, Kyle leaned over and whispered something in Jack's ear. Emma pretended not to notice, but she couldn't help wondering what they were discussing. Was Kyle telling his friend which buttons to press to get her going? Was he describing her favorite sexual positions?
Her train of thought was interrupted when she felt Jack's hand on her thigh. Startled, she glanced over at him, but he simply smiled and kept rubbing her leg. Unsure of what to do, Emma froze, hoping that Kyle hadn't noticed.
But of course, he had. A mischievous gleam appeared in his eye, and he shifted closer to her. Within seconds, his hand was on her other thigh, mirroring Jack's movements. Emma's pulse quickened as she realized what was happening: they were both touching her, caressing her flesh as if she were nothing more than a toy for their mutual pleasure.
Swallowing her pride, Emma closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation. Why fight it, she reasoned? This was what she had signed up for, after all. Might as well make the best of it.
As the minutes ticked by, Kyle and Jack grew increasingly bold, each vying for her attention. Their touches became more insistent, their fingers creeping higher up her legs until they brushed against the damp fabric of her panties.
Unable to resist any longer, Emma parted her legs slightly, inviting them to delve deeper. Almost instantly, she felt their fingertips slip underneath the elastic band, probing her wetness and sending shivers down her spine.
Moaning softly, she arched her back, giving them better access. Kyle wasted no time in taking advantage of the opportunity, sliding two fingers deep inside her while Jack focused on her swollen clit.
As they worked her body in tandem, Emma felt herself growing closer and closer to the edge. It had been ages since anyone had touched her like this, and the combination of their youthful energy and sheer audacity proved irresistible.
Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, Kyle withdrew his fingers and stood up, looking down at her with a wicked grin. "I think it's time we took this upstairs," he announced.
Nodding weakly, Emma allowed the two young men to lead her up to her bedroom. Once there, she stripped off her clothes and climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs wide in invitation.
Jack hesitated for a moment, looking uncertain, but Kyle urged him on, encouraging him to take control. Gritting his teeth, Jack crawled between Emma's legs and positioned himself at her entrance.
"Okay, guys, I think I'm ready to try this," Emma said, her voice trembling slightly as she lay back on the bed.
Kyle grinned and looked over at Jack, who was nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot. "Jack, man, are you ready for this?"
Jack swallowed hard and nodded. "Y-yes, I think so."
Emma watched as Kyle positioned himself behind Jack, his hands resting on his friend's hips. "Alright, Jack, why don't you climb on top of my mom and slide inside her?"
Jack hesitated for a moment before doing as he was told. Emma gasped as she felt him enter her, his thin cock stretching her gently.
"How does it feel, Mom?" Kyle asked, his voice husky with desire.
"It feels…different," Emma admitted, trying to adjust to the strange sensation.
Kyle chuckled. "Different good or different bad?"
"Different good," Emma decided, smiling up at him.
Encouraged, Jack began to rock his hips back and forth, gradually picking up speed. Emma moaned softly, her fingers digging into the sheets as she felt herself getting closer to orgasm.
Kyle watched for a minute before deciding to join in. He knelt down in front of Emma and began to play with her breasts, pinching and tugging at her erect nipples.
"Oh God, Kyle," Emma cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily.
Kyle took this as a sign to ramp things up. He reached down and started stroking Jack's cock, which was still buried inside Emma. Jack gasped at the sudden contact, his thrusts becoming erratic.
"That's it, Jack, fuck her harder," Kyle commanded, increasing the pressure on Jack's shaft.
Emma could feel herself nearing the edge. "Kyle, I'm gonna cum," she warned, her voice strained.
Kyle didn't let up. Instead, he started massaging Emma's clit with his thumb, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
A moment later, she went rigid, her entire body shaking as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Jack and Kyle continued pumping into her, drawing out her orgasm until she begged them to stop.
Jack pulled out with a sigh, his cock glistening with Emma's juices. Without hesitation, he aimed it at her stomach and tits and came, releasing streams of white liquid that splattered across her skin.
Emma stared at the ceiling, still recovering from her intense orgasm and trying to process the fact that her son's friend had just ejaculated all over her body. She barely had time to register what had happened before Kyle was on top of her, replacing Jack's cock with his own.
"Oh God, Kyle," she moaned, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation.
"You like that, Mom?" Kyle growled, his thrusts growing rougher and more urgent.
"Yes, oh yes," Emma gasped, clutching at the sheets as Kyle fucked her mercilessly.
Every thrust sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her body, amplifying the lingering effects of her previous orgasm. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have her son inside her, filling her up in a way that no one else ever could.
As Kyle continued to piston in and out of her, Emma felt another orgasm building within her. It was stronger than anything she had experienced before, a powerful surge of pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she chanted, her nails digging into Kyle's back as she felt herself spiraling towards oblivion.
With a final, earth-shattering thrust, Kyle sent Emma tumbling over the edge. She screamed his name as the orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of bliss crashing through her body like a tsunami.
As Emma lay there, still reeling from the intensity of her latest orgasm, Kyle propped himself up on one elbow and gazed down at her with a look of pure affection.
"I love you so much, Mom," he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Way more than I ever loved Sarah."
Emma blinked up at him, caught off guard by the sudden declaration. "Wh-what do you mean?" she stammered.
"I mean that I've always loved you more than any of the other girls I've dated," Kyle explained. "Sure, I care about Sarah, but it's not the same as what I feel for you."
Emma felt a lump form in her throat. She had known that Kyle loved her, but hearing him say it out loud was still incredibly emotional.
"I love you too, honey," she whispered, reaching up to brush a lock of hair away from his forehead.
Just then, Jack cleared his throat loudly from the other side of the room. "Uh, excuse me, but who the hell is Sarah?"