It was with that caution in mind that you hid the ring in your desk drawer, hoping to wait to use it until a little later on. After all, it was clear what too much exposure to it had started to do to your mind, so why not take a break and enjoy the rewards you’d reaped with it?
It was the next day, after school, when you got to experience things from the other side. Your sisters were out, and your father was still at work, so it was just you and your mom in the house. This time, you didn’t have to initiate anything. But of course, why would you? When you were your mother, you’d been the one to reach out to your ‘son’ for sex. So it wasn’t long after you’d come home and were relaxing on the couch that your mother came in, smiling at you in a way you’d never seen her smile before.
She drew the shutters closed on the windows, so no one could see inside the living room, then came closer to you, looking at you with open lust. “We have some time,” she breathed, her voice sounding like it was aching. “Would you like to spend it together?” You just had to nod your head, and she went to work. Your cock was already hard, and she felt it through your jeans, then unzipped them and pulled them off, quickly followed by your underwear.
Now that your rock-hard cock was out in the open, you watched as your mom stripped out of her clothes. Unlike you, who still had your shirt on, your mother completely stripped down, letting you see her soft breasts and amazing ass, this time not from inside her body. She was clearly wet, and got on the couch with you, covering your body with hers so she could line her pussy up with your cock. Then, so easy it felt like magic, your cock slipped into her.
She started riding you, her face completely consumed with a lustful expression. “Yes!” she moaned, clearly enjoying herself. “Oh James, you feel so good! I love having my son’s cock inside me!” You knew how true that was, since only a day before it had been you being impaled by this cock, and you knew just how wonderful it felt.
But you tried not to focus on that. Instead, you tried to focus on how wonderful it felt to be the one with the cock, the one being ridden by your beautiful mother. Some part of you still ached to trade places, to be her again, but you fought that. Lost in what was going on, you decided to indulge in the dirty talk as well. “I know you love it, mom!” you told her. “It’s because you’re a slut!”
Before you knew what was happening, your mother had taken herself off of your cock and was looking at you, clearly upset. “James! I cannot believe you said that!” Looking down at the ground, you realized you’d almost made your mom cry. “I...I am not a slut. I don’t want to be called that. I love having sex with you, even though you’re my son. But that doesn’t mean I’m a slut.” You hadn’t realized this was such a touchy issue with her, and promised not to say that to her again. That had killed the mood a little, but she was happy to finish you off in her mouth.
From that day on, you had sex with your mom every day of the week. You’d find time whenever you could, however you could. You kept your promise not to call your mom a slut, and let her handle all of the dirty talk. Still, you were feeling kind of unfulfilled. Sure, sex with your mom was great...but sex as her was better. Not only that, but if you had to be on the one fucking rather than being fucked, you wished you could do more of the dirty talk. Maybe...you could risk using the ring again, to try and make your mom more okay with some insults from you?
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