The next few years were a sexual blur, in both Tom’s mind and his mother’s. She was willing to do literally anything for him, and for the first month after that night in his school, Tom’s scholarly education took a backseat to his sexual education.
He had his mother in every position, and no matter what he did – spanking, melting wax, nipple clamps – she came every time. Tom was able to compensate for a decade and a half of hating his mother, but no matter how harsh he got, no matter how badly he treated his mother or how sadistic his actions, she knew that by being the recipient she was “pleasing” him, and her orgasms were loud and frequent.
Oddly enough, this sex-obsessed woman, always happy, always enthusiastic, and (in a change that he found harder to adjust to than their new sexual relationship) always tender and loving, was probably closer to the woman Marion would have been had I never crossed her path. The miserable, repressed woman who raised him was gone ovenight, and replaced by a mother who loved her son in every way and in every sense of the word.
Poor Tom, of course, had no idea what caused the sudden change in his mother’s personality. He suspected mind control, and (not unreasonably) assumed that it had come from inside him, some kind of latent psychic ability. He tried everything on everyone – being soaked and cold, getting them to sing for him, he even tried bringing a girl to the same place every year on his birthday, the anniversary of the night that changed his life, but nothing worked.
So he made the best of what he had – his mother was more than happy to teach him every sexual trick she knew (she even learnt a few more just to teach him) and to share all the knowledge she had of how to get a girl into bed. Less than a year after his mother threw herself at him, Tom had managed to earn a reputation around the school as quite a ladies man. Marion, knowing that it was her shared wisdom that was giving her son pleasure, quite often hid in his closet and enjoyed herself just as much as he did, simply by watching.
She had found out every one of his fantasies and fulfilled them. If he’d wanted size H breasts, she would have gone out and gotten the implants the next day. As it was, she did everything she could to enusre that his life was as perfect as possible, and spent all of her time at work, fucking Tom or working out to keep her body as fit, trim and youthful as possible.
Inevitably, the thrill of having access to an older woman (even his mother) started to wear off, and Tom found himself spending more and more time with the nubile young women closer to his own age, and less time using his mother’s body for pleasure.
She still tried to please him in every way she could – for a while her nights were spent out at gay bars, picking up women and taking them home, with Tom taking his turn in the closet watching. Whenever possible, she would even try to convince her partner-for-the-night to let him join in. (never explicitly stating that he was her son, but it was hardly a huge leap to work it out.)
But more and more, Tom’s exploits excluded his mother. She was still happy that he was happy, but he’d started to make talk of moving out, heading interstate for college, and she knew that their days together were numbered.
The game that she was playing tonight, that was one of the few ways she still excited him. (aside from an occasional fuck when he couldn’t be bothered leaving the house for sex.) It was a game I would have probably been happy to play even without riding the emotions of all the participants.
Mrs Page led me upstairs, and as she bounced up and down on my cock, I started to realise how the game would play. Her loud – unnaturally loud, even for an enthusiastic lover – moans and screams soon penetrated the house, and woke up Tom’s bed-partner.
I followed the reactions of both Tom and his girl of the night, Eve. It was a fascinating dance of emotions – Tom knew his way around both a woman’s body and her ego. She started out disgusted, knowing that his mom was such a slut. But Tom knew where to prod, where to tweak, what to say and how to use his hands.
Within a few minutes, Eve was turned on and feeling competitive. In less than 10, she was riding Tom, enjoying his experienced member inside of her, expressing her enjoyment as loudly as she could.
I chuckled to myself as I filled up Marion, which triggered her orgasm. Tom had a hell of an imagination. Making a girl compete with your slutty mom for volume isn’t something that ever would have occurred to me, but I could definitely see the appeal. I almost considered lending him a power or two, just to see what a mind like his would do with it, but as my post-orgasmic high wore off, I reasoned that I had done more than enough for the young lad.
The four of us lay there, separated by only the thinnest walls in the house, Tom and I sharing a post-coital smile as we lay next to two very satisfied women.