Mom accepts the new status quo

Man, I don’t think I’ve ever been this comfy in my LIFE. I’m writing this while lying in bed... My NEW bed.

I’ll back up.

When Mom got home, she was in a really great mood... Even after she ran into me in the living room (still wet, still naked, and rock-hard).

She had been out shopping with Sandra Cooley, our next-door neighbor and Phil’s wife (or maybe ex-wife? Not sure what their arrangement is). She showed Mom that Madreput isn’t so bad... Apparently they visited a great local market and got a bunch of stuff on the cheap, from fruit to clothing.

In fact, she was wearing a brand new sun dress, and it was skimpier than anything I’ve ever seen her in. It went from an inch above her nipples to halfway down her thigh, and it showed off plenty of her ass whenever she moved.

I asked her about it, and she got a little embarassed. Mrs. Cooley gave her some tips on being a housewife in an Oedipal Zone, and Tip #1 was “fill your closets with outfits that you find cute, but that are slutty enough to keep your son happy.” She anticipated (probably correctly) that I would throw out all of Mom’s modest stuff, and encouraged her to get ahead of it.

“So, um...” When she was done explaining, Mom hesitated. “Do you like it?”

That sure threw me off. “Y-yeah!” I took a step closer, and her eyes shot down to my erection. “I like it so much that, uh... I want you to take it off.”

Real smooth, I know.

It seemed to work on her, though, if only because she was trying to lean into her new lifestyle. Mrs. Cooley was happy to be her son’s loving, supportive fucktoy, so Mom wanted to give it a try as well.

“Okay, Jake,” she said, dropping the dress to the floor. “Should we do it here, or—Oh!”

Before she could finish, I had her face-down on the couch and was lining up with her pussy.

“H-Honey, slow down, I bought something,” she gasped, pointing to the bag she’d dropped on the carpet.

Reaching into it, I grabbed the first thing I could find: a huge cucumber.

“Not that,” she said urgently. “The white bottle?”

On my second try I retrieved a large squeeze-bottle of oil or lube or something... I’m not sure, because I poured half the bottle over Mom’s bubble butt, then threw it across the room and got back to business.

“That’s—Oh, oooh God,” she moaned as I pushed my entire length inside. “...Jake...”

That only made me fuck her harder, and soon her big, wet ass was clapping loud enough that the neighbors MUST have heard. At least, I hope they did... Mrs. Cooley deserves to know how much we enjoyed ourselves. Fuck, I owe that woman a gift basket or something.

Anyway, within five minutes of rapid-fire humping I was ready to bust another huge nut on Mom. I pulled out, thrust it between her cheeks a few times, then coated her rear end with jizz.

We were both silent for a while after that, just breathing heavily... And then she smiled up at me.

"That... That was a LOT, Baby. Did you have fun?""

I looked at her serene face, then to her cum-coated ass, then back, then back again, then... Then I leaned in and kissed her.

"Yeah, Mom," I said quietly, once we were done. "...Can we go to bed now?"

"I..." She was breathing heavily, and it took a moment for her to compose herself. "It's not even five o'clock, we haven't even had dinner--"

"It's been a long day, and I REALLY just want to go to bed with you." I rose to my feet, then helped her up. "My new bed, that is. Our bed."

"Oh... I see," Mom replied, looking a little flustered. "Sandra said this would happen, sooner or later. Or, um, it happened to her, anyway, and most--"

I cut her off with another kiss, then lead her toward the stairs... Then up, then into the master bedroom. We moved Dad's things into the hall, then all of my stuff in; we'd barely started unpacking, so it didn't take long.

And just like that, this became MY bedroom... And my bed, and my Mom.

Dad came in a while ago, and wasn't exactly thrilled to find me lifting his wife's legs in the air and going to town, pumping more cum into her already-overflowing pussy. He was even less thrilled when he tripped over my half-unpacked luggage, and noticed that all of his shit was boxed up.

"You're in my room tonight," I grunted, bucking my hips and pressing Mom's body into the soft mattress. "Well, I guess you're in YOUR room tonight. Seeya tomorrow, yeah?"

He left without a word, slamming the door behind him. Mom didn't even look up.