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My third attempt at a story, with a different tone this time. I hope you enjoy. All characters are above 18 years of age.

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Rachel sighed as she looked over the state of her son Anthony's room. Clothes draped everywhere, books and magazines strewn all across the floor, cans of different brands on his desk. The entire place looked like he had opened a suitcase full to bursting that then exploded. She put down the laundry-basket, deciding that she needed to give her son's room a more thorough cleaning. Then they would have a talk about keeping everything neat. She begun by picking up loose shirts, some pair of pants, even some stray boxers. After some minutes that part of her task was done and she walked over to her son's computer. As she started to throw the empty cans into a small plastic bag she accidentally nudged the mouse, causing the screen to light up. Apparently he had been in too much of a hurry this morning to actually shut it down. She was about to hit the button at the bottom of the black tower but paused. She was curious about something.

Rachel sat down in the comfortable office chair, having to adjust it a bit for her height. She was slightly shorter than average, but her son Anthony had inherited his father's height, resulting in him measuring more than a foot higher than his mother. She moved the mouse about slowly on the screen, searching for the folder where he could be keeping his little projects. Rachel was incredible proud of her son having gotten an internship at a smaller game company straight out of high school, and was very interested in what he had accomplished. Rachel's husband Christoffer had always pushed for a healthy interest in the mediums of the future, and as such he had began playing video-games with Anthony from a young age. Rachel had herself never really bothered with it. That was until things changed forever.

When Anthony had just been 12 years old, Christoffer was diagnosed with cancer. Prostate cancer, inoperable. All three of them had been so close to despair, but her darling husband had refused to go quietly. He convinced Rachel to take part in the gaming sessions, partly due to bonding, and for preparing her. Christoffer knew that losing a father young could affect a child very severely, especially if routines were disrupted. As such, she spent as much time as she could with her two favourite boys, and once Christoffer eventually passed, Rachel was ready to take up the mantle. Due to this, she had always treasured the time she spent with her son, the experience reminding them of his father. Which was why she was not surprised in the slightest when Anthony had decided to try actually develop games and not just play them. She had been so proud that day.

Rachel moved the mouse around on the screen, ending up on a folder named "Suburban Dream." She thought the name sounded rather cute, figuring it could be a sweet little adventure. She clicked open the folder, finding a small bunch of files in there, along with an executable file. Very curious now, she double-clicked it, opening up a small window. After clicking past a small menu she found herself controlling a small character on the screen, standing in what looked like a fairly accurate recreation of her own home. The character on the screen was a very simple representation, but based on the black hair and the glasses, it looked like Anthony alright. The controls appeared to be basic enough, and she began to move the little character around, walking until she entered into what seemed like the laundry room. She did raise an eyebrow as she noticed another sprite in there, but decided to walk up to it.

As Rachel clicked the interaction button while she stood next to the other sprite, a drawing appeared on screen. The drawing was of a woman, wearing a white blouse, strawberry-blonde hair in a ponytail and blue eyes. She realised she was looking at an interpretation of herself, a fairly accurate one too. She was now very curious, as text appeared below the drawing.

'Hello there, son. How can your mother help you today?'

Rachel clicked on the text, prompting a different sentence to appear, apparently said by the player character. 'You know what I need, mother.'

The drawing changed, now shifting to one of her copy holding a finger to her mouth.

'Oh, alright son. What will it be?'

To Rachel's surprise four options appeared, all with explicit instructions. 1. I want to fuck your tits. 2. I want to fuck your mouth. 3. I want to fuck your pussy. 4. I want to fuck your ass.

Rachel blinked. Did she read correctly? All of the options were sexual in nature, and very explicitly so. With a shaking finger on the mouse she clicked option number two, prompting another line of text to appear.

'Alright, honey. Drop your pants and mommy will treat your cock just right.'

The drawing disappeared from the screen, now showing another scene entirely. The simple sprite that apparently represented herself knelt down, and began to bob her head as she lined Merter Escort up with the player characters crotch. As this went on, more lines of text appeared without any prompting from Rachel. The words displayed on the screen made her heat up, not with anger, but with something else entirely.

'That's it, mom. Suck my cock, I know you love it. You have been wanting a man in your life again ever since dad died, haven't you? Someone to give your body what you need? A big, hard, thick cock to fill you up? You know I am always here for you, mom. I'll satisfy your needs whenever you want.'

Without realising it Rachel had brought a hand down to her panties, reaching in to touch her pussy as she observed the scene. When she caught herself as she inserted a finger into her now moistening snatch she didn't stop. She kept looking at the simple animation, imagining herself on her knees, sucking her own son's cock. She had expected the thought to be appalling, but instead she found it arousing. She had not even bothered trying to date after her husband died, and with this scenario in front of her she acutely felt the long dry spell she had suffered. She clicked the screen again, causing the scene to be interrupted. Her left hand was still working her pussy as she controlled the character with her right, walking through the house and ending up in the kitchen. She found another clone of herself and after the same pattern as before she saw this representation of her son fucking her over the kitchen sink. She moved her fingers quicker, teasing her clit and folds as she continued to walk through the house. She found a copy of herself in every room, and all of them had sex scenes programmed. The intercourse was mostly basic animations, as she figured he had gotten them from some site to make cheap sex games, but it was intensely arousing to her. As she watched herself on their porch, riding her son she climaxed, squirting love juices for a good foot while she moaned in ecstasy. As she came down from her high she rapidly clicked the entire folder and zipped it with a program, mailing it to herself. She had to think more on this, but she was not letting this potential treasure slip out of her hands. She got up from the chair, wiping the immediate area to clean up her juices before she finished taking care of the room. Her mind was racing, and she could not get the images out of her head.

Rachel was waiting in the laundry room, dressed in the same white blouse that she had been wearing in her son's game. She had done up her ponytail in the same way as well, and her heart was racing. A week had passed since she found the game file, and she had brought herself to climax while playing it many times already. The reason she stood in here right now though, was that it was no longer enough for her. She was well aware that sometimes boys got a fascination with any woman close to them, but what she had experienced was more personal than that. It was intimate, the descriptions vivid and the words explicit. She could feel herself getting slightly wet as she waited, now determined to see how far her son's attraction stretched. She had to refrain from touching herself, slapping away her own hand when it tried to cup her large breasts. As she stood there in the same exact position as in the game, she was getting hornier by the second.

The door opened and slammed close, followed by a call from her son.

"Mom, I'm home." She could hear how Anthony hung up his jacket, walking into the house. He was used to her greeting him so she could hear him stop.

"Mom? Are you home?" She bit her lip, forcing her hands to stick to the washing machine.

"In here, honey!" She could hear the footsteps approaching and soon enough her handsome son stood in the entryway. Sure, he may not be the most beautiful guy in the world, but he had inherited enough of the traits from his father that Rachel found him nearly perfect. He had a sharp chin with black stubble growing in and shortly cut black hair along with a pair of stylish glasses. He smiled and walked towards her.

"Hello there, son. How can your mother help you today?" She had practised the line many times, wanting it to sound as natural as possible. She looked to her son as he stopped in his tracks, and she believed she could see a small twitch in his crotch region.

"A-ah, uhm...nothing really, mom. Need help with the laundry?" Rachel giggled and turned towards him, smiling.

"No need, son. I've taken care of your laundry for years, I just got to it a bit late today. No reason to worry." She walked up to him, hugging him tightly.

"I'm so very proud of you, Anthony. You're living your dream by working at that company. If you need anything special, just tell me." She pressed against him, her breasts getting squished between them and to her utter delight she could feel a clear bulge in his pants. There had definitely been a reaction to her little stunt. She had to stop herself from licking her lips.

"N-n-nothing Escort Merter for now, mom. Thank you for the offer." Anthony broke the hug and gave his mother a nervous smile before stepping out of the laundry room and walking up the stairs.

Rachel stayed behind, her fingers instantly seeking her needy snatch while she massaged her supple breasts. She bit her lip again as she rapidly fingered herself, loud noises coming from her cunt as she brought herself to orgasm while tweaking her nipple inside her bra. She came harder than she could remember in recent memory, her love juices dripping to the floor as she panted. The orgasm was so intense that she felt her knees threatening to give in, forcing her to lean against the running washing machine. The added vibrations nearly brought her to climax again but she backed away. This was insane, but she didn't care. She knew now that she desired her son, needed him. And judging by his reaction, he felt the same. She licked her lips as she walked out of the laundry room. She had so much teasing in mind.

Rachel was sitting in her bedroom, the game playing on her laptop once more. She watched herself sucking her son's cock in the laundry room, and she loved it. She was entirely in the nude, piercing herself with the vibrator she had been gifted by her sister some years ago, encouraging her to not neglect her own body. The toy had gone unused, until a few weeks ago. Her fingers had soon not been enough, but she couldn't pass the line that was drawn in the sand. They were still mother and son, and all of this was fantasy, imagination, nothing more. At least, that was what she had told herself. However, as she laid there in her bed, naked, trying to bring herself to climax, she found herself unable to. No matter how roughly she impaled herself on the buzzing toy she couldn't reach satisfaction. She pinched her clit, hitting the button on the vibrator to engage the highest setting, but it was futile. She could not reach orgasm, and after repeated sessions the past weeks, it was torture. She slapped the bed, angry at the situation. She took out the vibrator slick with her juices and tossed it to the floor. Sighing, she looked at the clock. It was still morning, and she had been trying to get herself off for more than an hour. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths as she laid there on her bed. After a few minutes she knew what she had to do. She got off the bed, and walked into the shower, washing herself thoroughly. She used her most pleasant-smelling shampoo and scrubbed every inch of her body. Afterwards, she shaved her pubic area, trimming her bush to look more attractive and did the same with her legs. Rachel then walked out, not bothering to put on a bra or panties, just dressing in the same white blouse as in the game and a short skirt, making herself look fairly sexy if she could say so herself. She looked herself in the mirror as she put on red lipstick, imagining her son's cock slipping between them and felt a shiver running through her as she finished the preparations.

When Rachel heard the door slamming again she waited anxiously for the call-out from her son. She was standing in the laundry room once more, her snatch wet and her nipples perky beneath her blouse.

"I'm home. Mom?" She licked her lips and called out in response.

"In here, honey. I have a question for you." The steps came closer and soon enough Anthony stood in the entryway again. Rachel smiled and turned towards him.

"Hello there, son. How can your mother help you today?" She opened her mouth wide, raising her leg up on the washing machine, showing off her bare pussy. She could see a shiver running through her son as he swallowed. After several seconds, he opened his mouth, his lips seemingly dry.

"Y-y-you know what I need, mother." His voice was shaking, and she could see a clear bulge forming rapidly in his pants. Rachel beamed at him, holding up a finger to her lips.

"Oh, alright son. What will it be?" As she smiled at him she raised two fingers towards the air.

"I-I-I want to f-f-fuck your m-mouth." She could see he was barely standing, and she was getting incredibly aroused herself. She took a few steps towards him and kissed him on the cheek as she fondled his bulge. She leaned up to whisper in his ear, using her most seductive tone.

"Alright, honey. Drop your pants and mommy will treat your cock just right." She licked his earlobe and she heard his breathing getting faster. His hands moved down shakingly towards his belt, unbuckling it with some effort before unzipping.

She brought her fingers out to touch his member through the fabric, running her nails up and down the length. She felt the hot manhood twitch at her touch, and even more of her juices ran down her legs. She could tell she was panting now, her lips craving to feel her son's meat gliding between them. Without another word she knelt down, tugging down Anthony's boxers, letting his very erect cock fly out. Rachel was pleased, her Merter Escort Bayan husband had not been the biggest in the downstairs department from what she gathered, but apparently her son had gotten his genes from somewhere else. The rod in front of her was thick and lovely, her fingers barely able to wrap around the root. The crown was large and pink, a single drop of precum already leaking out of it. Below the handsome member a full pair of balls hung, and she knew they held what she craved right now. Rachel felt herself getting incredibly hot, forcing her to remove her blouse, putting her full breasts on display to her son. As she tossed the garment away she saw another twitch from her son, causing her to grin and lick her lips.

"You know your lines, don't you, honey? You wrote them after all..."

With those words she brought her face close, using her tongue to lick the tip slowly. The taste was intoxicating to her after all these years, and the added taboo of it being her own beloved son that she had fantasized about for weeks now made it all the more sweet.

She let her tongue circle the round head before descending down, licking the shaft from top to bottom, pausing at the full sack to suck one of the balls into her mouth. The taste was heavenly, her tongue running along the skin before she let it go with a loud plop-sound. Her son's legs were shaking and she licked her way up along his cock again, stopping at the head. As she began to stroke the hard member slowly she looked up at him.

"Come on, honey. You know what you're supposed to say..."

Anthony swallowed again, his hand moving to rest upon Rachel's head. After taking a deep breath he looked down at her, a new energy in his eyes. "That's it, mom. Suck my cock."

Rachel's eyes glimmered as she nearly came just from hearing the order. With determination she engulfed the head with her lips, taking her son into her mouth, letting him feel the warm and soft sensation of her tongue and lips on his member. She heard a gasp from her son and she smiled around the cock, moving her head forward to take more of him in, stopping around halfway, waiting for more directions.

"I know you love it. You have been wanting a man in your life again ever since dad died, haven't you?"

Rachel moaned around his cock, sending vibrations through the stiff shaft as she moved to take more of him into her mouth, the head now beginning to enter her throat. She had taken three fourths of his length, and it was already deeper than her husband had ever gotten.

Anthony moaned loudly, stroking her head gently as he received a loving blowjob from his own mother. "Someone to give your body what you need? A big, hard, thick cock to fill you up?"

Rachel moved one of her hands down to her snatch, beginning to finger herself furiously. Hearing those words she had imagined coming from her son's mouth in real life was incredibly stimulating, forcing her to actually concentrate lest she would neglect her current duty of bringing her son to ejaculation. She moved further, stopping only when she encountered his pubic hair as her son's entire cock was buried within her mouth and throat. She hummed and moaned, pleasing her son immensely as she was on her knees, worshipping his wonderful manhood. She looked up at him, locking their gazes together as she sat there, waiting for his comments, her saliva coating his cock as her tongue ran along it.

Anthony took another long breath, grasping a bit of her hair in his fist. "You know I am always here for you, mom. I'll satisfy your needs whenever you want."

Rachel's heart began racing harder as she retreated from his crotch, agonizingly slowly letting his member out of her mouth. She licked her lips as she looked up at him, her hand stroking her son's cock furiously.

"I'm so glad to hear that, honey. Now, let mommy give you a taste of our future together..."

She dove onto his manhood again, taking all of it as deep as she could, forcing a loud groan to escape Anthony's lips. As she began to bob in a rapid pace she savoured all of her son's length, while her other hand still fingered her pussy desperately. She could feel Anthony beginning to thrust, shoving his stiff shaft into her mouth, causing her to moan around the rod, sending vibrations through her son's cock.

"Oh fuck, mom... that feels so fucking good..."

Rachel felt the hand on her head moving further back, now gripping the back of her head firmly as he pulled her onto his member repeatedly. She increased her pace down at her pussy, while her other hand began to tweak her nipple and massage her breasts. She loved every second that the thick shaft spent in her throat, and she did all she could to milk it for all it was worth. After a little bit more than two minutes she could feel it pulsing within her mouth and something else than loud moans escaped from her son's lips.

"Mom, you need to slow down... I'm about to cum..."

Rachel's eyes lit up and she redoubled her efforts, impaling her face on the meaty cock while she abandoned her breast in favour of kneading and massaging the heavy balls attached to the lovely member fucking her face. Saliva had begun to run down her chin and she felt slightly short of breath, but she was not going to stop, not after all of this.