Summary:
A mother reflects on her recent intimate encounters with her adult son Jake after he leaves for work. While unpacking groceries, her neighbor Bill, a Phoenix police officer, approaches her. He reveals he overheard the previous night’s activities through her open bedroom window and knows Jake was involved. Threatening to pursue charges for incest, he suggests she distract him to keep it quiet. She agrees, leading to consensual relations at his home while his wife is at work. Later, Jake returns, and despite her soreness and concerns, they share another passionate night with the window open again.
Here is your Story: I Fucked My Cop Neighbor to Save My Son from Jail
Jake had gone to work. I was in the driveway, packing my Instacart delivery into bags, still turning over last night. He’d stayed with me all night. Explored my body. Fucked my pussy twice more, my ass once, then down my throat.
When I woke, he was still in bed, cock hard and ready. I was sore but sucked him off. His cum shot down my throat as he gasped.
Sex with my son wasn’t the plan. Not even close. I’d meant to wake him up sexually, send him out to find a girl. Then I’d find a man. Fucking him? Never crossed my mind.
But last night he took me. Had me. Used me every way. How?
“Good morning.”
The voice jolted me. Delivery driver gone. “Oh, hey, Bill.” My neighbor. Him and his wife Karen, both cops with the Phoenix PD. Never on the same shift. One home, the other out.
Neighbor’s Coffee
“Jesus,” he said. “Rough night. Yours too.”
“What?”
“Bedroom window open.”
Shit. Had he heard? Fuck.
“Maybe coffee at mine? Instead of the street.”
“Uh, yeah. Let me unload this and lock up.”
My chest hammered. He must’ve heard. Friend stayed over? Yeah. That works. I stashed the bags in the kitchen, locked the door. Next door, his ajar. “Bill?”
“Kitchen.”
He’d ditched his coat. Joggers, polo shirt open. Kettle boiling. Mugs on the counter.
“Coffee?”
“With cream.”
He handed me a mug. Leaned on the counter, sipped. Stared. “Interesting night.”
“Friend.”
“Friend. Still there?”
“Uh—”
“Jake’s the only one who left.”
“Yeah.”
“Jake still there? Or only one out?”
“No. Jake left.”
“Incest’s illegal.”
“God.”
“Custodial for both.”
“He’s over eighteen.”
“Adult prison. Sex offense. You know what that’s like.”
“No. I mean yes. Sorry.”
“I’m a cop. Gotta investigate. Pursue justice.”
I slumped against his table.
“Justice to jail him?”
He set his mug down. Stepped close. Hands on my face, tipped it up. Stared.
“What do you suggest?”
Chest hammering. “Suggest? Nah. What do you suggest?”
“Maybe one-off. Forget it. Won’t happen again. No point ruining a life.”
“Wasn’t one-off. Heard it four times.”
“Oh.”
“Anything to help me forget?”
Obvious. But make him say it. “Take my mind off it. Distract me.”
“How?”
“You’re a woman. I’m a man.”
“Sex?”
“Yeah.”
There. Still sore, but no way out. “Bedroom?”
“What then?”
“Distract you. Make you forget.”
“How?”
Her Dress Drops
Hands behind back. Unhooked dress. Zipped it down. Fell off shoulders, snagged on tits, pooled at feet. Naked.
“Oops.”
He turned. Left kitchen. I grabbed dress, followed. Bedroom: bed unmade. Karen at work, hope. He stripped. Naked. Cock hard, jutting, tip glistening.
Yesterday, two years since a naked cock. Now second in twenty-four hours. “Bed.”
Finger through my slit. Wet. Good.
He lay back, legs spread. Cock to ceiling. Balls hung low, wrinkled, walnut-coconut mash.
Kneeled between. Leaned in. Lick tip. He murmured. Cock twitched up. Mouth wider. Down over shaft, teeth scraping foreskin.
“Oh fuck yes.” Fingers twisted sheets.
Cupped balls, squeezed light. Tongue on piss slit. Hand pumped base. Head bobbed. Grunts built. Almost.
Hands gripped head. Stopped me. “Enough. Knees.”
No luck. Hands and knees, ass to him. Finger down crack, over asshole, flicked fourchette. Gasped. Pleasure sparked.
Cock at sphincter. Then slid down slit. Pressed pussy. Better than ass. Pushed in slow. Stretched lips. Deeper. Balls at thighs.
Pulled back. Almost out. Slammed hard. Belly slapped ass loud. Gasped. No slow. Fast fuck. Stomach slaps constant. My breaths short.
Not expecting pleasure. Just saving Jake. Wrong. Gasps ragged. Pleasure flooded. Pressure built.
“Bill, faster.” Pushed back. Hoped windows shut. No more neighbors.
Fists bunched sheets. Yanked them loose. Bounced on thrusts. Orgasm hit. Shrieked. Pussy clamped cock. Felt his spurts deep.
Screamed. Lungs empty. Gasped air. He stopped, pressed against me. Ass cheeks spread. Chest heaved.
Rue those dry years. Could’ve had a lover and son.
“Minute to recover.” Voice ragged. “Then again. You on top.”
Home after lunch. Ran bath. Soak sore body. He’d pounded me, I’d ridden him. Then: Karen due soon. Go. Agreed. Her bed, another woman? Maybe not.
Water cooled. Toweled dry. Probed: tender, normal. Dressing gown only. Jake want more? Or shell up?
No food all day. Clock: home soon. Insist he eats. DoorDash: KFC family bucket. Leftovers tomorrow.
Arrived as Jake walked in. Kissed me, hand to tit.
“Hey baby. Wash up. Gotta eat.”
Disappointed. Tough. Life lesson.
Laps in lounge. Game of Thrones rerun. Noise. Pepsi with chicken. Fridge’d leftovers. Barely lunch.
Sex scenes fake. Tame. He notice? Or lost in head?
Turned to me. “Upstairs, Mom?”
“Oh?”
“Lost time. Much to learn.”
“Not sure I should teach.”
Silent. Hands to cheeks. Lips brushed. Deeper. Learned fast. Gasped. Pressed back. His hand cupped tit through blouse.
“Mom. Need you.”
Stood. Undid buttons. Deeds, not words. Turned to bedroom.
Blouse off, chair. Hands back for bra. Watched him strip. Cocks out. Wet. Pulled quilt. Bed.
Beside me. Hand to mine. Kissed back. Licked between fingers. Like labia. Gasped. Eyes shut.
Over me. Cock nudged slit. Guided him. Gulped as stretched. Filled. Balls at thighs. Legs closed. Squeezed. Pulse throbbed.
Lifted. Slid easy. Thrust back. Eyes snapped: open window.
“Jake! Window. Neighbors.”
Pulled. Thought he’d close. No. Slammed in. Belly slap echoed. Gasped. Fuck soundtrack live.
Pleasure flowed. Pressure built. Breaths tight. Slaps pounded ears. Soreness gone.
Hard thrust. Held deep. Grunted. Cum surged. Triggered me. Screamed. Back arched. Bucked. Nipples hard. Toes dug mattress. Fingers clawed sheets.
Fell back. Heaved. Pussy eased. Cum dribbled out. Pooled.
He lay on, arms braced. Bellies pressed. Breaths synced. Eyes heavy.
Woke odd. Him atop. Cock half-out. Face at ear. Breaths short. Mumbled. Twitched. Flexed pussy: dribble fell.
Twitched. Hardened. Stretched back in. Squeezed. Grew fast. Gasped full. Mumbled. Pulled back.
“God, Mom.” Slammed.
Eyes wide. Back tensed. Bedside clock blue glow. Blind but sounds, feels.
“Jake.” Squeezed.
Moved. In-out wet pussy. Cum lube, my wet. Dreamed this asleep. Now fucking.
Arms round shoulders. Nails dug. Slaps. Gasps. Toes curled. Ass clenched.
“Oh God, Jake.” Faster. New for him. Mine again. How stop? Full pussy. Troubled heart.
Back tight. Fingers dug. Overwhelmed. Shrieked. Clamped. He grunted. Spurted. Filled. Shook. Clung tight. Slumped.
Spent.
“Mom, I…”
“Jake, hush. Sleep.” Eyes shut. His breath only sound.
Owl hooted. Never shut that window.
KFC bucket sat cold in the fridge.
