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Continuing from before, I accidentally clicked "publish" before I finished writing.
"Mommy, you're so wet again, I love it." My son parted my labia and licked and stirred with his tongue, and I couldn't help but moan softly.
"Son, you're licking Mommy so comfortably, it's itchy, you've already made me wet, perfect for you to drink. Hehe..." I reached down and touched my son's head, looking down at him gently licking and sucking my vulva.
"Oh... I love drinking Mommy's juices, Mommy is so horny, so wet, I love Mommy's wet pussy the most." My son continued licking and sucking my opening, then inserted two fingers and gently teased it, looking up at me.
"Hmm... hmm... if you like it, everything Mommy has is yours. Mommy doesn't understand why I'm so wet, I get wet when I get excited, I just want the person I like to fuck Mommy, is it because Mommy lets too many dicks fuck her often? Anyway, it wasn't like this before when it was just your daddy." My vulva became even itchier from my son's teasing, I moaned softly, and my body tensed up a little.
“Mom, I guess so. Look how beautiful you are, you don’t look old at all, you’re incredibly sexy, and your sex drive is so strong, it’s normal that you need a lot of men. I love seeing you happy and wanton, making love with so many men you like. You horny mom, I want to fuck you. Seeing your cunt so wet makes me really want to put my cock in you.” My son was fiddling with my cunt while licking my clitoris.
“Come on, baby, you’ve made me so itchy, I really want you to put your cock in me too. I want my son to fuck my cunt.” I couldn’t hold back anymore. My son was kissing my cunt and labia below, his hands caressing the inside of my thighs.
“Oh… Mom, I love you, your cunt feels so good, so slippery and wet, I love it.” My son crawled out from between my legs and stood behind me, lifted my nightgown to my waist, held my buttocks, aimed his cock at my cunt and thrust it in. I shuddered with pleasure. My son thrust in and out slowly.
"Son, good son, Mom loves you too. Mom has let her own son's cock inside her again. Mom is so happy to have her own son love her. It feels so good to have her son's cock inside her." I turned my head to look at my son. He reached out to rub my breasts, and I leaned back to receive him.
"Mom, I'm so happy too. I have a slutty mother like you. I've wanted to make love with you for a long time. You're so beautiful and sexy. I could only think about it in my heart before. I didn't dare to let you and Dad know. Later, you and Dad told me about your relationship, and I realized that Mom is so slutty. You make love with several godsons every day. I thought I would never have the chance to sleep with you in this life. If I had known what you were thinking, I would have confessed to you long ago." My son rubbed my breasts hard, his lower body pressing against my buttocks and shaking, his cock swirling inside my hole.
"Hmm, Mom regrets not confessing to you sooner. Mom was scared too, and didn't know you wanted to be with Mom too. Good son, we'll be together from now on. You can do whatever you want with Mom, Mom is all yours." The sounds of flesh colliding and my moans echoed from the kitchen.
Neither my son nor I knew when my husband entered the kitchen; we were having very relaxed yet intense intercourse. My husband came over and brushed my messy long hair to one side. I turned my head and saw him, realizing he was there. I looked at him with a seductive and alluring gaze, and he reached out and lifted my chin, kissing me on the lips.
"No wonder I was alone in bed when I woke up. So you two were making love in the kitchen. I could hear you from afar." My husband rubbed my breast with one hand and patted my son's bottom with the other.
"Dad, did you sleep well? When I woke up, you were still sleeping so soundly. Mom got up early to make breakfast; I found her in the kitchen." The son was a little out of breath, reaching out to hold his father's hand, his hips still thrusting.
"Dad slept very well. Dad can sleep soundly whenever he's home, probably because Mom was there. You, too, must have slept well. You look great. Making love with Mom so early, you must be so happy, being with Mom." The husband took my hand and helped me sit on the stove, pulling me into his arms, one arm around my shoulder, the other touching my face and kissing me. "
Mmm, sleeping with Mom is so comforting and peaceful. I sleep until dawn. Mom gets up the earliest; she's almost finished making breakfast." The son had one arm around my waist and the other touching my chest, his hips thrusting against me forcefully. Waves of tingling pleasure spread from our point of contact to every pore of my body, penetrating every part of my being. While kissing my husband, I reached under his crotch and grabbed his penis, which was already hard.
"Honey, you're so hard too. Are you going to take turns fucking my cunt with our son again? You two are both bad. If you two keep doing this, I won't be able to stand up. My legs are going to give way." I panted, coaxing them sweetly.
"Sexy mom, just a little longer. I want to fuck you like this. It feels different this way. It's so comfortable. Let Daddy hold you." My son thrust into me forcefully, his hands on my waist, making me feel weak and numb all over. My husband held me tightly to steady me.
"Bad son, you've made Mom so weak. It feels so good. You're going to fuck Mom to death. Your penis is so hard. It's your first time fucking Mom in the kitchen. It must feel special. Isn't it new and exciting to fuck Mom in the kitchen?" I panted, moaned, and uttered lewd words, arching my back to match my son's thrusts. I felt like my soul was leaving my body.
“Mommy, it feels so different making love with you in the kitchen. I love it. Do you often make love with them in the kitchen at home? Your ass is so perky and white, Mommy.” My son slapped and kneaded my buttocks as he thrust in and out.
“You naughty son, you’re going to pierce Mommy’s body! So hard, ah… you’re thrusting even harder! You’re killing Mommy! Mommy can’t stand up anymore, I can’t take it anymore, son. Let’s change positions, okay? Mommy will let you experience the pleasure of making love with Mommy in the kitchen. Come on, carry Mommy to the stove.” My legs were weak and even trembling. My upper body was completely powerless as I lay in my husband’s arms.
“Wife, look at how slutty you are. You’re so wanton when you make love with our son. Your legs are weak from being fucked by him. Son, put Mommy on the stove. It’ll be easier for you to penetrate Mommy’s cunt that way. It won’t be as strenuous for either of us.” My husband smoothed my long hair, hooked my chin, and kissed me deeply. Then he and my son carried me to the stove.
“Come here, son, come here and let Mommy hug you. See, isn’t it easier to fuck Mommy like this? You can stand on the ground and insert it into Mommy’s cunt, and you can clearly see your cock going in and out of Mommy’s cunt. It’s also easier for Mommy to kiss and hug you.” I sat on the stove, facing my son with my arms open, completely exposing my genitals to them. I opened my arms and pulled my son into my arms, one hand guiding his cock to my opening. My son stood on the ground with his legs apart, adjusting the height. With a thrust of his hips, he inserted it all the way in. My son placed his hands on my knees, thrusting his hips and fucking me hard. I looked down at his hard, wet cock going in and out of my cunt. I looked up, and my son looked up too. Our eyes met, and we both saw the tender look in each other’s eyes. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him hard on the lips, our tongues intertwined, our bodies joined together.
"Mom, you're so good, I love you. This feels so different, so wonderful. Every part of you is so beautiful and sexy. It's so great to be with you, Mom." My son would sometimes gaze at me tenderly, sometimes look down at our joined bodies, and then he couldn't help but ask for a kiss. I couldn't help but touch and kiss him, watching his penis thrust into my wet hole. Both of us were soaking wet. I reached down and touched his testicles; they were completely wet. My buttocks were full of water; I didn't understand why I was so wet. We indulged in unrestrained pleasure, joining together without any taboos. This was a blessing from heaven, and we happily accepted it.
"You two take your time, I'll cook the vegetables first. The porridge is ready, and I'll reheat the fried eggs; they've all gone cold." My husband cupped my face and kissed me twice, then rubbed my son's head, looking at us with loving eyes.
The kitchen echoed with the sounds of cooking, the slapping of flesh against flesh, the soft rustling of kisses, and the enticing aroma of food. Just as I was about to reach my climax, my husband had prepared breakfast and placed it on the table. He leaned in, one arm around me, the other kneading my breasts, and kissed me passionately. My son increased the speed of his thrusts, and the ecstasy grew stronger and stronger until I could no longer control myself, completely releasing myself. It was so exhilarating, so blissful, so incredibly happy. In the arms of the man I loved, I was no longer myself; I was a part of them.

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