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This story involves incestuous sex between a mother and her son both consenting and old enough to have a sexual relationship. Do not read if this subject offends you in anyway. All Characters are my creations and are copyright to me (Ghosty/Ghostwolf)

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Front Room Rodeo

Soft classical music reverberated all around the room; the gentle sound of string and near muted bass of brass instruments mimicked the sound of a flowing river almost perfectly. It was refreshing, cool, and calm; unfortunately the late evening situation was not so comforting. Roslyn sat on her broad couch fanning herself; another exhaustingly humid day was drawing to a close and it still showed no sign of abating, even though the rain had been lashing down outside for well over three hours.

The Clydesdale mare huffed and sighed several times as she tried to cool herself off continuously. She had hoped to enjoy a relaxing weekend on her own; however the weather seemed to have other plans. It had barely been an hour since she had taken a cold shower to try and cool off properly, but even as she dried herself she felt a growing clamminess envelop her body once more.

To get away from as much of the unpleasant feeling as she could, Roslyn had changed into a simple white bikini, which would have made any male stand to attention had she passed them. The white of the bikini accentuated her natural platinum blonde hair, chestnut coloured body, dark hooves and pale areas around her wrists, ankles and muzzle. Even at forty she was a prize catch for any male; Tall, elegant, practical, and fun. She had an easy grace to her that was somewhat lessened by the clammy weather, but nothing could lessen the powerful figure she possessed.

She had been listening to the classical radio station to try and take her mind off of things; the weather being one, and her weekend being ruined by it was another. More so was a feeling of boredom, made all the worse with the knowledge that her husband was away for another full week. She brushed a hand through her hair lightly before tossing her long mane of bright platinum hair back and forth, trying to free herself from the sticky climate, as if the action were some how clearing the air around her.

The sharp braking of a large car, followed by the laugher of a few older teenagers outside caught her attention for a moment. She looked out through the veil in front of her window and realised that the car was parked outside her house. She got up to take a closer look only for the car to pull away with the sound of loud laugher that could be heard over the engine for a brief moment before the lights of the car vanished into the dusk. Getting closer to the window, Roslyn saw that there was a figure picking up a large, albeit now soaked bag from roughly where the car had been, then it made its way to her front door.

She sighed again as she heard the lock of the door begin to open; so much for some alone time, she thought to herself. "Eric, is that you?" She called out half-heartedly.

"Yeah." Came the low grumble of a response from the hall way.

Roslyn shrugged her shoulders then strode to the hallway to welcome her son back home and catch any of his wet things before he trudged them through the house. "You're home early." She said with a hint of muted disappointment.

The tall chocolate brown Clydesdale stallion turned to face his mother, and was momentarily caught off guard by her attire as he hung up his drenched jacket. "Uh... Yeah, part of the camp site flooded and we couldn't get moved anywhere else."

"Uh hu; so the crazed laughter was all some big gag in the car then was it?" Roslyn said with a motherly knowing that her son wasn't telling the whole truth.

Eric sighed heavily. "Fred pulled his crap on one of the girls in the dark and I got the blame for it. The warden found out and I got kicked off site."

Roslyn shook her head. "You really have some top notch friends you know that." She said in a jocular mocking tone, before smiling and becoming more motherly once more. "Come on; let's get you out of that wet stuff and into something remotely dry." Eric nodded as he understood what she meant. He stripped at the door down to his boxer shorts then carried his water logged clothes to the utility room and dropped them into the washer. As he turned around an unfurling towel hit him square in the face and nearly over balanced him. "Dry yourself off as best you can, there's some t-shirts and shorts on your bed that I had in the dryer earlier." His mother said as she passed him on the way to the kitchen. "You hungry?"

"Yeah, are there leftovers?" Eric called back as he finished drying his face and stepped into the hall to see his mother walking away from him; the gentle sway of her hips and tail hazing his thoughts for a second.

"I'll get your dinner; you just get cleaned up Hun." Eric didn't bother to argue. He might have been seventeen but he knew better than to pick a verbal fight with his mother. He knew that sometimes, it was better to do what he was told.

* * *

It had been nearly an hour since Eric had returned home; he had dried himself off as best as he could, given the humidity, got dressed, eaten and returned to his room with a cool bottle of soda from the back of the fridge. With nothing better to do, he had played console games for a short while before the humidity got too distracting. He got up and headed down stairs to talk to his mother; he hoped the conversation might distract him from his irritation.

As Eric entered the living room he found his mother still sprawled out on the couch, fanning herself and listening to soft music as she tried to relax. In a heartbeat he took in the sight of her and the tiny beads of sweat gathering, then rolling off her body. He felt his head get fuzzy again for the briefest of moments; then he blinked his eyes several times and dismissed the cloudiness before taking a seat on a recliner across from his mother. "So it really didn't get better after I left then?"

Roslyn turned to look at her son and shook her head. "I hate days like this." She grumbled as she rolled on to her side and began gently patting and stroking her tummy.

Eric half snorted a laugh in agreement with her as he knocked the recliner back into a lounging position. "I'd say at least we're home and dry, but I don't think clammy counts." A happy smile crossed Roslyn's muzzle as he spoke; at least her spirits weren't damp, he thought. "Did you have any plans tonight?" He asked and looked her over carefully.

Catching his roving eyes, she raised her eyebrow. "Not much, why? Did you think I did?"

The young stallion shook his head. "Nah, just wondered why you changed into your bikini."

Roslyn laughed. "Isn't it obvious! I wasn't going to stay in my jeans and t-shirt all day with the house like this.

"Ah. I was only curious because I've never seen you wear it around the house. Not even when Dad's home." He said, blowing off several curious thoughts that had entered his mind.

With a heavy sigh Roslyn sat upright and leaned back against the sofa. "Well, I'll be honest your Dad hasn't really earned much appreciation from me lately."

"Yeah, but he's travelling a lot for work. Isn't he going to Italy next week?" Eric said as he thought a little more about the subject and tried to decide which, if any, side of the argument he might take up.

"That's the point Eric." She said flatly; then paused for a moment to let her next statement carry more weight. "For the last three years your Dad has been taking on more and more work for his company. I know there have been no lay-offs and the company isn't expanding so I have no idea where it's all coming form."

Eric shrugged. "It could be an internal change." He suggested.

Roslyn turned her head and looked out of the window with a glassy stare in her eyes. "Can I be honest with you Eric?" She said softly.

Eric's brow furrowed heavily and he considered what she might say next. "Sure."

"I don't think your Dad wants to be at home these days. When he is home, he barely sees you and never asks how you're doing."

"He might have more important things on his mind."

Roslyn turned her head back to her son; she looked like she was going to cry for a moment, but Eric guessed they were tears of anger. He had no idea how right he was. "He pay's me the most limited attention he can get away with. He hides behind his work, his computer, his phone. Hell he's barely touched me the last few times he's been home. A peck on the cheek and a 'Goodnight sweetheart' seems like all I'm worth these days." Eric took a few seconds to process what she had said and just before he was about to interject with a comment of his own she bit out harsher words than he had ever heard her say in his life. "Fuck, we haven't had sex in two years, I swear, he's trying to hide a limp dick or a new bit of pussy on the side."

Eric was stunned; it took him a long moment to regain any semblance of composure before he spoke again. "You think Dad might be cheating on you?" His words carried back the severity of his mother's statement to her.

She paused and covered her mouth quickly in shock as she suddenly realized what she had just said. "Oh no, I'm so sorry Eric. I didn't mean to say that, I didn't want to worry you."

Eric shook his head. "It's alright. I think it's better you said it rather than bottle it up."

"I'm sorry Hun, I'm just frustrated. It's been... difficult to cope being alone." Roslyn said with a heavy heart and long sigh.

Eric suddenly understood why his head had been getting fuzzy when he stared at his mother. She had never really been so physically exposed to him before, not that he could remember, nor had she been so sexually wound up before. "Clearly." He said with a deeply hidden hint of mischief as he got up from his recliner and sat by his mother, wrapping an arm around her and giving her a strong hug.

Roslyn sighed softly as she felt her son's arms close around her; it was nice just to feel a little affection from someone for a change she thought. She reciprocated and wrapped her arms around his waist for a long moment before she gently rubbed his back. "Thanks Hun, I needed this." She heard his heavy but happy sigh over her shoulder and hugged him tight again for a moment. Time seemed to stretch on as Roslyn realized her son was still holding her tight; a second later she noticed how his breathing had deepened. She wondered if he was trying to take in her scent. "You ok Hun?"

Almost immediately after she spoke, Eric began to pull away, but kept his hands lightly on her body; his finger tips brushing gently across her shoulder and down her arm. A chill ran through her body and made her chest heave a little as she took in a sharp breath. It was unexpected but not totally unwelcome; for a sensation so long missed, Roslyn was hard pressed not to embrace it as an old friend. She came back to her senses quickly and tried to dismiss the sensation that had rippled through her.

Eric nodded in response to her question. "I'm good. Do you need me to help with anything?"

Roslyn blinked several times, not totally sure what he was getting at. "Help with anything?" She said curiously as she sat more upright and slowly pulled her hands away.

"Anything..." Eric said suggestively, and with an ease and gentleness that she barely noticed until he had done anything she found he had guided her hand to his crotch while one of his trailed down her shoulder and lightly brushed over the top of her breast.

Her hand involuntarily cupped the package in his shorts and she quickly jumped back, but not before realizing the enormity of what she had just touched and why she had never noticed before. "No! Eric we can't, that's just wrong!" She said in a fierce tone as her eyes locked to her son's.

"Why? Is it so bad if you have a need?" He said calmly his eyes wide and filled with lust.

"Eric its incest, it's just wrong and..." Her tone lowered as she paused and her eyes quickly darted between her son's and his crotch. "...and... We couldn't, it would break our family apart and..." She paused again, her eyes darting to his crotch again as she tried to find the words. "...and... We're mother and son... and..." She paused for a longer moment and her eyes lowered for longer just staring at the gradually growing bulge in her son's shorts. "Holy shit Eric, do you have a gun in there or what?" She said in an unintentionally husky voice as she reached forward once more and firmly cupped and massaged his maleness through his shorts, making him groan contentedly.

Eric smiled and added his own encouragement. "Why don't you find out?" He said in a strong dominant tone. Roslyn had just slipped the tips of her fingers under the waistband of his shorts when she shook her head and the gravity of what she was about to do took hold.

"No Eric. This can't happen." She said flatly.

Eric huffed and pressed his fingers and palm more firmly against his mother's breast. "Just once Mom, we won't say a thing to Dad."

Roslyn tried to push herself away but found herself already in the corner of the sofa; she was well aware that if she tried to get up he could push her back if he wanted to; even though they were of a similar size, Eric was stronger and more active than she was. A soft groan escaped her mouth as he firmly kneaded his fingers into her heavy breast; she decided to take control before he tried to rearrange the family order.

Eric was caught off guard as his mother gripped his chin and stared sternly into his eyes. He suddenly felt quite small and a little stupid for chancing his luck with his own mother and his hand slowly pulled away.

"Alright Eric, we're going to do this." She said; her voice full of authority as she put her son back in his place. "Let me be clear though. I really need this and we can't say anything to your father! Understand?" Roslyn gave herself over to her urges; her body was already craving a release, one that was long over due. Eric nodded in slight disbelief that his mother was letting him mate with her. "Okay, now stand up." She instructed. "I want to see what you've got, Stud."

Eric was positive he heard something playful in her voice as he got up from the sofa. He was no more on his hooves than Roslyn was on her knees and yanking his shorts down his legs.

Her eyes grew wide as she pulled his shorts free and her gaze turned to the dark length of hardening flesh in front of her. "Well you certainly impress Hun, but I think there's more to you than this." Roslyn purred huskily. With a firm but gentle grasp she took a hold of her son's heavy testicles and began to massage them.

Eric groaned his approval and widened his stance to allow his mother better access to him. He nearly skipped a heartbeat as he felt his mother's tongue slide over his fleshy sack and again as she began to suck on the large orbs over and over again. The motions bringing him to his full hardness in seconds, but she continued for several long minutes; If he imagined he was just getting a quickie with her, he had the wrong idea, she thought. Roslyn had months upon months of sexual frustration to release and she was going to enjoy every minute letting it out on her son.

With a heavy gulping sound Roslyn took her sons entire length in her mouth; she took a moment feeling its warmth and size filling her mouth. She moaned loudly around his member then began a slow bobbing motion with her head, letting him side in and out of her mouth gently; there truly was no turning back now. Eric sighed with content and gently placed his hands at the sides of his mothers head and began a gentle bucking of his own. Roslyn suppressed a smile; she hadn't felt so wanted in so long, she was just surprised to see how willing and happy her son was, not only to be sucked off by her, but to go much further as well. She trailed her teeth gently along his shaft, enjoying the gentle shudders he made as she readied herself to push him to the limit.

Eric gasped suddenly as he felt his mother's motions become faster and stronger. She slid his cock in and out of her mouth with gathering speed and even began twisting and shaking her head as she did so. Her normally gentle hands firmly gripped and massaged his aching balls; it was almost too much for the young stallion. "Mom... Gonna cum if you keep... That up..." He said in broken breaths as he tried to control himself.

Roslyn pulled back and stared up at her son for a short moment and smiled. "Do it." She purred "I want to take it all in my mouth." She had barely finished speaking before his cock was back in her warm inviting mouth; Eric could feel his body taking over and his mother keeping the pressure on his genitals.

A sudden rush of thick sticky fluid flooded the back of her mouth and throat; Roslyn was impressed, he had held up longer than she had expected him to. He also had much more of a load than she expected. Her cheeks swelled, but she drank the thick fluid in heavy gulps, trying to get as much out of him as she could. Eric just stood huffing as his mother finished him off.

A few moments later Roslyn pulled herself away from her sons cock and stood facing him. All pretence of what was happening, and being a onetime stress relief were now gone from her mind; she was having too much fun now. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed her son wildly without any thought of consequence. Eric returned the favour; his hands slipped down his mother's waist and rested firmly on her backside, pulling her close.

"Your turn Hun." Roslyn whispered in her son's ear.

"My turn?"

Roslyn giggled. "I sucked you off, now you've gotta eat me." She stifled a laugh as the look of understanding slowly crossed his face. Stepping back she moved towards the couch again, slipping her bikini bottom off before sitting back down and teasingly spreading her legs open. "On your knees Eric." She said with a hint of mischief.

No sooner had she spoken than Eric was on his knees and crawling between his mother's legs. The heady scent that had made his mind fuzzy earlier was back, but far more potent now, like a strong alcoholic drink the sensations filled him but didn't leave him confused this time. He knew what it meant; she needed to be mated.

"Take your time, go slowly." Roslyn said softly as she guided her sons head to her pussy. Eric breathed heavily over her sensitive flesh, an act that made her whimper in delight. He moved to get the best position he could and lifted his mother's legs onto his shoulders before he gently ran his tongue along her already damp slit. His mother moaned with satisfied delight as she felt his slightly rough tongue brush repeatedly over her most sensitive area.

Eric flicked his broad tongue all over her moist folds but pulled back after his mother bucked heavily, several times. "You ok Mom?" He asked curiously.

Roslyn moaned her answer "Yes." She quickly slid a hand to her crotch and parted her pussy lips; with a tap of her finger above her clit she gave him a new instruction. "Lick here, lick my clit." He wasted no time with idle discussion as to why; he simply did as he was asked. The moan of satisfaction his mother released as his tongue proceeded to flick, curl, and twist over her sensitive nub was one of the most pleasant sounds Eric could ever remember hearing.

Minutes passed quickly as Eric became more inventive; he began gently biting and sucking on her soft flesh. He was rewarded with her legs locking across his back and her hands holding his head were it was and breathy moans urging him not to stop. She was close, he could feel it but he was beginning to tire, he hadn't done this before and was running out of things to do. Then it came to him; he gently pinched his mother's clit between his teeth and rasped his tongue over it as fast as he could.

Roslyn curled up around her son's head then froze; what should have been a great cry of release became a mewling whimper of joy as her body began to buck heavily and her own thick love juices trickled into her son's mouth.

Suddenly Roslyn let go of her son and fell back against the couch, her deep breaths making her chest heave. "Oh shit, I needed that."

Eric crawled over the prone form of his mother and locked his eyes to hers. "We're not done yet Mom." He said in a deeply suggestive tone.

Roslyn brushed her finger tips along his jaw and pulled him closer. "No we're not." She purred softly and twitched as she felt the tip of his cock brush over her slit. An idea sparked behind her eyes as she sat up a little and kissed her son. As she pulled back, she winked at him as pushed him back. "How about we have a little extra fun Honey?"

Eric raised an eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"

"Remember the old out of town rodeo we used to go to and you'd always stare at all the cowgirls?"

Eric felt a slight wash of embarrassment at his mother's words, but there was no point in hiding the truth. "Yeah, I remember."

A seductive smile crossed Roslyn's muzzle. "How would you like to get lucky with your own cowgirl?"

Eric looked at her in surprise. "You have a costume?"

Roslyn winked. "I got it a few years ago thinking it might help in the bedroom with your Dad. I think you might be the better candidate to try it out on though." Eric nodded enthusiastically as his mother got up with still trembling legs. "Back in a moment, stay hard for me; you don't want to disappoint me do you?" Eric grinned and gently stroked himself to stay erect for his mother. "Good Boy." She said in a deep husky voice as she left the room.

* * *

It had only been a few minutes but Eric was getting desperate; he was now all too eager to be inside his mother's warm folds and was in danger of losing the moment in his own mind. Just as he felt at the edge of his control he heard his mother descending the stairs with slow drawn out steps. He turned his head towards the door of the frontroom and watched with bated breath as his mother came into view. His jaw nearly dropped with the sight she presented him with.

Roslyn stood in the doorway and stretched up to grip the top of the frame. She wore a set of thin white leather chaps attached to a gold studded white belt with a single star on the buckle with nothing beneath them. She also wore a white cowgirl hat with gold trim, white tasselled leather gloves; and a small white leather waistcoat with tassels and gold buttons that barely descended past her nipples and wouldn't button shut even if she had tried.

She stood for a moment enjoying to look of adoration in her son's eyes before she approached him and tried out her best Texan accent. "Well howdy there Sugar, I believe you're my ride tonight."

Eric stood up at once and gripped his mother's waist, pulling her close and letting his cock brush over the top of her thighs and her stomach. "Yes Ma'am." He responded before kissing her deeply and letting his hands explore her body.

Roslyn sighed happily into their kiss; their burst of passion and excitement was foremost in her mind as the most affection she had ever felt; not even her husband had felt so close to her as her son now did. She brushed her thigh over her son's and pressed herself closer to him. With a soft snort of approval Eric lifted his mother in his arms and gently bit at her neck and shoulder; Roslyn gripped him tight and wrapped her legs around his waist as he moved her from in front of the couch to the wall.

She felt the cooling touch of the wall behind her and the warm wet feeling of her son's cock brushing over her slit once again. Roslyn locked her eyes to her son's and cupped his cheeks in her hands. "Do it baby, no regrets." She said softly.

Eric smiled and nuzzled her affectionately. "This is our time Mom." He said with a certainty that made her believe he wanted more than just this moment. He braced himself carefully then made a quick deep thrust into his mother's waiting depths.

"OH YES!" Roslyn called out loudly as her son buried the full length of his shaft in her hot mound. "It's been too long." She whimpered as the sensation of being impaled on his shaft slowly changed into one of her muscles rippling around the most welcome intruder. They enjoyed the closeness they were sharing for a long moment before Eric began a slow but firm thrusting into his mother; she groaned softly in approval as his shaft pulled and pushed gently against her insides.

Eric dipped his head and began softly nibbling on his mother's breasts and nipples. The older mare trembled at the amount of physical attention she was now receiving and fought to stay in control of herself. The young stallion moved one of his hands to her breast and firmly kneaded the large dark orb as he continued to suck and bite his mother's nipple.

With a gentle rocking at first then building to a heavy bucking, Roslyn began grinding her crotch against her son; together their breathing deepened and their attention to each other became more wild and demanding. "Your tight Mom, I'm not sure how long I can keep this up for." Eric panted.

"Don't stop." She pleaded; her reasoning was gone and she was enjoying the moment too much to care. She tightened her legs around her son's waist and lightly scratched at his back; spurred on by his mother's actions Eric began pounding into her faster and faster. The sounds of their lovemaking got louder and louder, soft grunts became deep moans and the wet slap of their connecting genitals quickened.

Suddenly Roslyn stiffened and bucked in quick jerks that she couldn't control. "Cumming!" She said with deep gasps as her hot tunnel tightened and quivered around her son's thick meat.

Eric let out a deep grunt and firmly gripped his mother's waist and hammered his cock into his mother's quivering tunnel as deep as he could. "Take it all!" He growled as he finally shot a thick load into his mother's slick pussy.

They remained locked in each other's embrace for a short while before Roslyn released the grip of her legs and stood back on her own hooves, supporting herself against the wall. Eric slowly stepped back and his cock slid wetly from his mother's slit followed by a small stream of their sexual juices.

Roslyn slipped her hand to her crotch and coated her fingers in the erotic cocktail, then raised it to her mouth and sucked on her fingers liberally. Eric watched his mother closely and gave her a lusty grin; she caught his eye and was happy to see that he was not only still hard but also seemed to be more than willing for another round of love making. "On the floor Baby; you're going to be my bucking bronco." She said with a breathy voice.

Eric smiled and moved into the middle of the floor then lay down before gesturing for his mother to join him. "Mount up cowgirl." He said with a wry smile. Roslyn giggled and on slightly shaky legs walked over to him with a definite swing in her hips.

Straddling her son, Roslyn stared down at him and gave a mischievous smile. "Let's just see how long I can ride this time shall we?" Eric chuckled and offered her his hands and guided her down until her crotch pressed his penis against his belly. "Don't buck me off unless you're going to mount me Hun." She said softly and blew her son a kiss.

Eric gently grasped her hips and moved her into position over the tip of his cock. "Want an easy ride?" He offered.

Roslyn shook her head. "Fuck me like you'll never get another chance."

With a push down on her hips and a fast buck up from his crotch, he hilted himself in his mother's mound again. Eric was growing accustomed to the sensation of his mother's vagina surrounding his cock and it was one he was reluctant to give up, even to his father. He felt his mother's gloved hands trailing over his chest as she quickly raised and lowered herself on his thick shaft; the cool leather dragging his sweat over his body. With a playful glint in her eye Roslyn pinched her son's nipples firmly. "Thought you weren't going to make this an easy ride Hun." She goaded.

Eric winced slightly at the slight pain and pleasure of his mothers grip and snorted in response then grasped her thighs and began bucking hard and fast into his mother's pussy. Roslyn squealed in delight and changed her rhythm to match her son's; she tossed her hair wildly, losing her hat in the process; her long mane of platinum blonde hair flailing wildly behind her. They called each other's names in loving chorus as they moved together, twisting and rolling their hips together as they explored each other's sensitive flesh.

Leaning forward, Roslyn let her hair and breasts trail over her son's body. She panted heavily as she whispered in his ear. "Come on, I know you can do it, take me hard." She purred. Eric growled and he pushed his hooves into the floor and raised himself a little higher, changing the angle of his penetration; the extra space beneath him gave him a freedom of movement that he had previously enjoyed when he had been standing before. His thrusts became harder and faster and the intense wet slapping sound of his balls slapping against his mother's crotch began to mix with their moaning once again.

Roslyn gripped her son's shoulders and moaned softly as the intensity she wanted returned to their lovemaking, but she felt further from release this time. She had hoped a quick succession of sex sessions would have given her multiple releases but now it seemed beyond her. "Damn it." She gasped. "I need more, I want to cum again."

Eric wanted to oblige, but wasn't sure what to do; he wasn't particularly well skilled at having sex and was really just following his mother's lead. Then it came to him. Something she had said earlier suddenly echoed in his mind and he formed a plan. Roslyn suddenly noticed that Eric was moving much faster and using longer strokes. It wasn't helping her along any but she was happy to be getting any attention rather than none. In a blur of motion Roslyn found herself thrust far forward and off of her son's cock. She took a moment to figure out what happened but before she could piece together what had happened she felt her waist being gripped and pulled back.

It all happened in seconds; Eric had nearly thrown her forward and slipped out from underneath her, then with a heavy shove Roslyn found herself being taken from behind. "Maybe this'll work." The young Stallion grunted and he leaned into his mother's ear.

"What are you doing?" She gasped.

Eric grinned as she looked over her shoulder at him. "Giving you that hard ride you wanted Mom." With that he gripped the base of her tail and her hip then ploughed into her with reckless abandon; he wasn't worried about their relationship, the fact she had allowed him to cum inside her had told him she had willingly moved on from his father and chosen him instead as a mate.

Roslyn whimpered and even squealed softly as she felt her son's hand lightly smacked her backside. The extra sensations were working for her; his balls slapped against her clit, the subtle sting from the smack on her backside, his rough dominance of her from behind. It was all working, she could feel herself reaching her peek but it just seemed out of reach.

With a quick smack to his mother's other butt cheek, he flicked his eyebrows as he looked down and muttered to himself "Fuck you like I'll never get another chance huh? Let's do it." With his mother writhing back against him, squirming so that he might touch every erogenous spot of her body he took one thick finger and pressed it firmly against his mother's tail hole.

Roslyn gasped and arched her back as she felt a new intruder to her body. "What are you doing Eric?" She panted heavily.

"Pushing all your buttons Mom." He said with a certain caution in his voice. It had worked better than he had hoped; they had made such a mess without bothering to check after their session on the couch and against the wall that their juices had made a perfect lubricant for his finger and he slipped it into her back passage slowly. He knew it was working in seconds; her anus began to twitch uncontrollably as he moved his finger in and out at a steady pace while he bucked his thick cock into his mother's pussy.

Roslyn wasn't sure where his mind had pulled his latest idea from but it was working; she writhed and arched her body back against him, lost in the heat of the moment. "Just a little more." She called out. "Make me cum!"

Eric moved his finger in time with his thrusts now, and knew he was approaching his limit too. "Sorry Mom, this'll hurt a bit." He grunted as he slipped another finger into her back passage. Roslyn reached out in front of her and grasped the arm of the couch to support herself and through gritted teeth she squealed loudly as the final intrusion finally pushed her over the edge.

Eric felt the quivering of her pussy once again and began to breathe deeply to control his own release while his mother rode out her own orgasm. She twitched and bucked fiercely for a long moment then let out a soft whine of disappointment as her son pulled free of her. "You didn't cum."

She suddenly felt his hand on her shoulder and she found herself being turned around. As she turned and sat on the floor she looked up to see Eric stroking his shaft fiercely. "I bet Dad never did this for you." He said with a wide grin on his muzzle. Roslyn's eyes wend wide and she opened her mouth wide and pulled her leather waist coat off.

A moment later a last thick load of Eric's cum flooded out of his cock and splashed over his mother's chest and into her mouth. Roslyn swallowed what had landed in her mouth and even licked at the dribbling mess on her chest as Eric took a seat on the couch behind her.

They sat in silence for several long minutes as their bodies recovered. Roslyn broke the silence first as she finally turned to face her son. "I think you just replaced your father as my bed partner." She said with an exhausted smile on her muzzle. Eric just smiled and rubbed her shoulders as he steadied his breathing. "Come on," She said "We need to get cleaned up."

* * *

It had been an hour since they had enjoyed each other. They had shared a shower, scrubbed each other clean once more, and then lay on Roslyn's bed with the window open as the temperature finally dropped and a strong wind began to blow through the town.

Roslyn lay on her side close to her son gently stroking his once again erect member as he lay on his back with his arm under his mother gently stroking her back and teasing her tail.

"You think Dad will know what we've done?" Eric asked quietly.

Roslyn shook her head and circled her thumb over the tip of his cock. "Not likely. He's so disinterested with home life now I wouldn't be surprised if we had sex right in front of him he wouldn't notice."

"So do we keep this up while he's away?"

"Do you want to?" She asked suggestively as she tightened her grip on his shaft.

Eric smiled and rolled onto his side then cupped his mother's breast. "I'd certainly like to, but we'll have to be careful."

Roslyn nodded and kissed her son softly. "I know, I also know we shouldn't have done this in the first place, but I don't trust anyone else. I just want someone who loves me."

"I love you Mom." Eric said tenderly and stroked gently along his mother's jaw.

Roslyn's eyes sparkled for a moment and she smiled lovingly at her son. "Call me by my name Eric." She whispered.

Eric grinned softly "I love you Roz." He said tenderly before kissing his mother.

Roslyn sighed happily then threw her leg over her son's hip and rolled him onto his back again. "I love you too Eric." She said huskily. "When you're Dad isn't here you call me that. I'm your lover now, not just your Mom."

"Sure thing Roz." He said with a smile as his hands crept around her hips and backside and gently teased the tender flesh of her tail hole. Roslyn gently bit her bottom lip and gazed excitedly into her son's eyes. "Want to try the tail hole before bed?" He said suggestively.

"You boys." She giggled. "Just take it easy, I don't want to shoot off like a cannon as soon as you push in."

Eric smiled and gently stroked his mother's body. He turned and saw a small photo of his father on the bed stand. He reached out to it and tipped it so that it was face down. Roslyn looked at him curiously as he turned back to face her. With a loving smile he returned his hands to his mother's hips and spoke softly. "Sorry Dad, this cowgirl's mine now." Roslyn flashed a sultry smile to her son and nodded; for better or worse, they were dedicated to each other now, mother and son, lovers, forever.