Mother and Son?

(Re-posted and slightly edited with the original author's permission from the first version of this story)

Your concentration kept getting broken. As soon as you started narrowing down your choices you would hear a particular couple's yells of passion. Near the center right of the room, on a leather couch, were what appeared to be a young man and older woman having sex. He was sitting down, she was on his lap and bouncing on his cock. He was calling her "mom" and she was calling him "son".

**** was a kink you were always into. That's why you were drawn to that scene instead of concentrating on which beautiful woman in that room would be your wife. After a few more moments of curiosity you went over to them.

You tried to just casually pass the couple but the man caught you red handed. "Hey bro, I saw you checking us out over there." You immediately clammed up and felt nervous. Somehow, in a room containing the biggest orgy you’d ever seen, you felt like a pervert. "We're often the center of attention here, don't worry" the man reassured you.

Just as he finished his sentence, he let out a loud cry. It appeared that he was shooting his seed inside of the woman on his lap. Once his cry finished she collapsed into his arms, then rolled off his groin to an empty space on the couch next to him. She then used her tongue to clean his cock.

She was actually rather gorgeous for an "older" woman. You say older but you figure she's likely only around 35; just a bit older than you. She had short blonde hair that was in a pony tail. She had piercing green eyes and ruby red lips. Her face was tight and slender; like a supermodel. She had a large chest with puffy pink nipples. Her stomach was flat and toned; it looked like the mid-section of an athlete. The prized part of her body though had to be her ass. It was large, but in an attractive way. It stuck out but didn't sag at all. It was the ass of one of those women you would see in rap videos as a kid. She was objectively beautiful.

The guy introduced himself as Bobby and his sexual partner as Sarah. "Nice to meet you Bobby. I guess I didn't think about the possibilities being a Whittman brought. When I choose a wife I think I'll have her pretend to be my mom now and then as well."

Bobby looks at you then laughs. "Bro, we're not pretending. This is actually my mom." You laugh thinking he's kidding. They both can tell you don't believe them, so Sarah speaks up. "John, this is my son. I'm Sarah Waverly and this is Bobby Waverly. I had Bobby here 18 years ago on June 25th."