Hashing it out with Amy

My Mom doesn't really give the impression of someone who is especially open minded-but when I say that, I'm not trying to say that she's a buttoned down conservative or anything like that. What I mean is, she's not an especially adventurous woman. Whenever she goes out to restaurants it's usually the same food she orders. Around the house she's always dressed in small variants of the same kind of clothes. Her day follows a pretty consistent routine that rarely deviates.

That's just my personal view as her youngest son.

Though I bet almost everyone who knows her thinks of her as being fairly conventional. Traditional. Wholesome.

So how the hell could she have developed lesbian tendencies out of nowhere? It was a riddle inside a puzzle box thrown in the centre of a labyrinth. But of course, as I had come to learn first hand, Amy was the living incarnation of Mephistopheles with a bigger libido. But how the fuck could she have converted a middle aged woman into this? Or was it something always hidden that she kept repressed all these years? Jesus, was her marriage to my dad just a sham to throw people off from the fact that she munched rug? Were my brother and I just consequences of her trying to feign heteronormative life?

I was still mulling over these thoughts as I descended the stairs the next morning, my mind lost on a tangent. On autopilot I brewed myself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table, grappling with this seemingly existential problem, moving only to sip at my warm drink.

"You're up early!"

"Jesusfuck!" I shouted, turning to find my Mom clad in dressing gown standing in the kitchen, seeming to have literally materialised from my thoughts. I winced. "Sorry Mom, you ...startled me.."

Mom's expression quickly shifted from surprise to concern when she looked at my weary state. "Oh, Sweetie, didn't you sleep very well?"

"No, I can't say that I did..."

She shook her head and went to work brewing her own cup. "You'll need all the sleep you can get once that baby comes," she smiled faintly, "I swear, when you were a baby you barely slept, I think your dad was ready to be committed after the first month. You were really fussy and wouldn't take milk from a bottle, had to be all natural."

My eyes sank downwards towards her generous bust that was pressed tight against her gown. I remembered her heaving tits last night. Good to know I've always been consistent in my appreciation of them.

"So how'd you sleep last night Mom?" I asked, taking a considerate sip of coffee. "Any good dreams?"

For a fraction of a second I was certain I could see her face a faint echo the euphoric expression from last night, but she was quick to smother it under a benign maternal smile. "Oh, I slept ok." She quickly changed topics. "You want me to make you breakfast?"

I hummed in dubious agreement and watched her carefully as she went about fixing up some pancakes. "So," I began, nursing my coffee, "what's on the agenda today?"

She didn't even bother to look up from her cooking. "Oh, you know, just the same old. The weather seems to have calmed down, so I was thinking of having lunch with Amy."

"Amy, huh?"

"Yep, she mentioned to me this new cafe that might be nice." Mom smiled and...was that a blush, "Amy really is quite good at figuring out my tastes."

I couldn't help but frown at that. "You and Amy seem to be getting pretty close recently."

There was a slight pause in her movements as she served up the pancakes, but it was a momentary thing. Mom brought the food over, leaning down to give me a kiss on the head as was her custom before sitting down across from me.

"I suppose I have been spending a lot of time with her," she said with a faint smile, "but that's just because...well, she's so funny and smart...I guess she's bit like the daughter I never had." She laughed at herself, "not to say that I'm not happy having two strong boys, but sometimes it's good to have another girl around."

Yeah, I bet.

Mom suddenly frowned at me. "Is this about Kate?" She reached out and took my hand, "Sweetie, you know I love Kate too, this isn't me playing favourites. I think both you boys did very well for yourselves and if anything I want to see more of Kate-"

"Mom," I cut in, "It's fine. I'm just happy to see you getting out more."

Conversation became light after that, but I couldn't shake the visual of her nude form frigging herself off when I looked at her. Knowing what was underneath that gown, I couldn't help but notice her body more.

Things were getting crazy in my head, so I finished my breakfast quickas I could and retreated to the upstairs shower. I stood there for about 10 minutes trying to clear my head of everything, desperately fighting the urge to jerk off under the warm water, even as images of my mother's naked body flooded my mind. After a while I got my shit in order, got out, dressed myself and was ready to face the day.

What I wasn't ready to face was Amy, standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

Ok, first of all, for all that she was a she-devil and the worst of the worst, it was kind of cute to see her standing in her pyjamas with a considerable bed head distorting her hair. But thoughts of her cuteness died away once I caught that sinister look in her eye.

She smirked at me, closing the door behind her. "Enjoy the show last night? I could tell she was getting worked up at dinner. All that built up stress."

"You know," I crossed my arms, hoping to appear more composed than I was, "every time I think I have you figured out, you go and up the level of crazy."

"Doesn't change the fact that your Mom is a vagetarian."

"She's not," I replied instinctively, "she's ....for god sakes, she's my mother. She's married with children."

Amy shrugged. "You're married with a kid on the way, doesn't change the fact you like fucking other guys up the ass," she hummed playfully, "though I've gotta say your bisexuality is a bit tame. Any hole's a goal, right? You just want to stick your dick in everything. Your Mom on the other hand....that woman would munch carpet morning noon and night if she got the chance."

"This is fucking crazy, you're just fucking with Mom's head!"

"I'm really not," Amy levelled me an intense glare, "Your mom's always mostly preferred girls, she's just repressed as fuck. I really didn't have to do much before all that pent up sapphic energy burst out. A word here, a suggestion there. Change the way I dress to show off the goods..Pretty soon I'm going to take her cruising for pussy."

Her words had an effect and my treacherous dick began to harden in my pants. And as soon as Amy noticed my bulge her eyes widened in delight. "Oh my god, this is turning you on, isn't it? The idea of your mother, the woman who birthed you, all naked and sweaty with some other chick, clam jamming. Jesus, Alan, **** as well? You really are an animal!"

"Amy," I warned in a low voice, "this isn't funny. You're fucking with our lives."

She had ceased her giggling and poked me hard in the chest. "Do you really think it's better for your Mom to go through her life repressed and miserable? If you really cared you'd want her to be who she truly is."

I was struggling with a retort when I felt her hand move it's way south until it found itself encircled around my dick, caressing my engorged shaft almost lovingly. "Let's be real, this isn't about your Mom, it's about you. You're angry and confused because you want to fuck her," she began to move her hand more vigorously, her thumb rubbing the bottom of my crown, "and I can see why, with those tits, those legs..."she was so close to me now, I could feel her breath on my face, "you can pretend I'm her..."

Amy dropped to her knees, one hand still fixed around my dick and slowly pulled down my shorts. She grinned up at me. "Let mommy take care you,"

She put my dick between her lips and swallowed it, loudly and aggressively. It was an onslaught of feelings hitting me at once. The warm, wet pressure of her mouth drawing me deeper, the sounds of her gullet slowly taking more me inside of her. Deep moans came from her stuffed mouth and it sent a chill down my spine.

My hands found their way into her hair and I began to guide her head down further on my cock, feeling more and more of her warm throat take my length. I closed my eyes as I began to facefuck her, and in my mind she was replaced with my mom. It was my mom's mouth slobbering around my dick, my mom's warm throat serving as a cocksleeve, it was my mom who was moaning as I used her to sate my pleasure. "Take it..." I breathed, "take it...Mom!"

It was the thought of my mother reduced to being my own personal whore that finally tipped me over the edge. I began to thrust harder, faster, until finally I roared my release deep into her throat. The wind had been knocked from my lungs and I staggered a little, my dick drawing free of Amy's mouth leaving a trail of saliva and cum. I grabbed the sink to brace myself whilst Amy remained sat on the tiled floor, looking up at me, heaving.

She took her time, using a nearby towel to clean herself up, all the while absently rubbing at her freshly fucked throat. Despite myself, I felt a flood of shame and reached out to her. "Amy..."

"Don't," she said, shaking her head wearily, "don't spoil it. I had fun," her expression shifted into vicious grin, "but if you keep pussy footing, these roleplays will be as far as you get with your Mom."

"This was...fucked up," I sighed, running a hand through my hair, " Christ, Amy, do you even know what you're saying?"

Amy gave me a peck on the cheek, her grin never fading. "Don't worry Alan, I'll be sure to give you front row seats to your mom's degeneracy."