Sons and Lovers

"YES, FUCK ME HARDER!!!"

Her teeth remained gritted as Steve continued to pounding that pussy with his thick cock. Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound of his balls beating up against the underside of her ass with each thrust he made up could be heard between their voices. Salma was so close, her pussy begging to reach a climax like a leaking pipe on the verge of breaking. She finally moved her hands over his hairy chest, pressing down on him hard before screaming out.

"OHHHHHH, THAT'S IT!! CAN'T...CAN'T HOLD BACK!! YESSSSS!!!"

"I'm gonna cum too, Salma!! OHHHH, YEAH!!"

The final thrust of his cock into her pussy sent them both over the edge simultaneously. Salma's body began to shake and she released her orgasm, right at the same time that Steve's cock exploded within her. Their crying voices mixed into a chorus as they experienced the climax together. It was far from the first time Steve and Salma had done this, they had years of built up experience with their affairs. Slowly catching their breathes on time, Salma opened her eyes and looked down at Steve. He was starring up at a goddess feeling as if he were on top of the world. She cupped his face within her palms and leaned down to kiss his lips. Upon breaking the kiss, she began to climb off him. His dick slithered out from her loving hole while she moaned. Steve couldn't help but brag aloud.

"You're fifty years old and still ride that fucking cock like twenty years ago."

"What can I say? Experience counts! Life don't really begin until you turn forty, you know that right, Steve?"

"Yeah, I know it baby. Come on, we should get in the shower and clean up before bed time."

Thoughts ran through Salma's mind of the first subject. Steve had promised to tell her what the surprise was, after they had fucked. But for now, she figured she would ignore the lingering thought. A shower would be nice and then she could ask him in the bed. Salma offered her hand to pull him up from the bed. As they stood together, he leaned down and kissed her lips. Without her heels, her short height was clearly visible. Steve offered her his hand, but Salma instead wrapped her hand around his cock. She gave him a playful wink forcing him to laugh.

"Quite a grip there, huh?"

"Yes! I should walk you into the shower like it's a fucking leash!"

They laughed together at her crude joke. Steve shook his head while grinning.

"That would not work, babe. I know where the shower is, not you."

"Oh, typical man. I'm sure it's in the bedroom, you don't buy a mansion without a bathroom in the master bedroom."

"You're correct on that, I'll give you that one."

"Come, then! To the shower!"

Steve pointed his hand to the left side of the room and Salma began to walk them. Sure enough, she treated his cock as if it truly were a leash, walking him almost like a dog. The door to the bathroom was open, revealing a large bathroom with white marble tile on the floor and a glass door for a large shower. Salma finally let go of his dick, freeing it from the grasp of her hand. She looked around the bathroom and then Steve moved towards the shower. He slid the large glass door open and offered her to step in.

"Ladies first, Salma."

"Always the gentleman, huh?"

"You know it, babe."

In the past, Steve and Salma had shared a shower together multiple times over the years. They just had not graced his own shower at this mansion together. From experience, he knew just how she preferred the water: warm but not too hot. He adjusted the faucets to get the water just right, running his hand over it to test the temperature. Once he was ready, he slid the glass door shut locking them in. Salma ran her hands through her hair, loosening the sloppy ponytail she had curled up earlier. Within seconds, he pushed in the button and water began to spray from the faucet above. Steve closed his eyes, embracing the feeling of the warm water dripping down his body as he stood still. Salma however, had other ideas.

"Get the soap for me, Steve."

Her words alerted him to open his eyes. They may have fucked moments earlier, but she was far from finished with him. Off to the right side in the shower was a bar holding the soap and wash rag. Steve grabbed the soap, but Salma took it from his fingers. She stepped away from the shower raining down on them and began to rub the soap bar over her huge tits. First, she made sure to rub the soap bar between her boobs to get it slippery in the middle of her cleavage. Steve just watched as the bubbly substance created white foam as she constantly ran it over her boobs. Little did he know of the kinky idea she had in mind. Salma smirked at him, tossing the soap bar back to him now that she was finished. He ended up fumbling it and it landed on the floor.

"Oops, sorry 'bout dat."

She spoke in her thick accent causing her words to come out with a slur. Salma giggled and lowered herself down on her knees. His cock was still a bit hard. First, she grabbed the soap and handed it back to him, but then she wrapped her right hand around his dick. Suddenly, Steve began to realize what trick Salma had up her sleeve. Her soapy hand stroked his shaft, forcing him to get hard yet again. It didn't matter to her that he had already hit two orgasms. Salma could push a man to the point she would drain their balls of every last drop of cum, regardless how many times she had to make them cum. Steve spoke up as he gazed down into her big brown eyes.

"What are you doing, baby?"

"I'm about to clean dis cock, dat is what I'm doing!"

The time had come to blow his mind with a surprise. Salma let go of his cock, watching it bounce before she placed her hands on her soap covered breasts. She wasted no time wrapped her soapy tits around his dick. Due to the soap, her boobs were a bit slippery and she almost lost her grip on them. As she suffocated his cock between her massive tits, she looked into his eyes and encouraged him with nasty words.

"Go on, fuck 'em! Fuck my breasts!"

Water from above sprayed on his back as Steve began to buck his hips forward, driving his cock back and forth between her hips. Salma gritted her teeth and growled in her strong accent. From the slippery wetness of the soap, each time Steve thrust his cock forward between her titties, the white foam could be seen and heard pushing together. Salma moaned, glancing down to watch. She spit on the head when it poked up and giggled at all the soap covering his cock. Over and over, he quickly pumped his cock between those lovely tits. Due to the soap, his dick easily glided with speed between her boobs.

"God, I just love fucking your tits!!"

"Yes!! Dat is why I asked jou to do it again!"

She laughed while looking into his eyes, but Steve's line of sight was clearly on watching his cock move back and forth, up and down between her boobs. Salma's mind was on other things, the one hole he didn't fuck yet but usually would drive him crazy. Her voice caught his attention.

"Hey Steve!"

"Yeah, baby!?"

"Is there a reason that you haven't fucked me in the culo yet?"

'Culo' was the Spanish word for 'ass', Steve clearly was aware of that. He stopped his thrusting between her breasts and then smirked at her.

"You want me to fuck that beautiful, thick ass of yours? Get up, we can do that right now!"

With a giggle, she let go of her slippery breasts and began to rise up from her knees. Once standing up, she moved around with Steve. As their bodies moved, the shower-head from above began to spray over them at a better angle. Steve pointed at the glass door, it was already fogging up from the heat. Salma winked at him and pushed herself against it. Her huge tits pushed over the glass surface along with her palms. Thankfully, the shower was large enough to contain them without feeling as if they were smashed in a tight space. He positioned himself behind her, spreading his legs out as her ass was stuck up begging for attention. Steve spanked her first, causing the lovely actress to moan. A few seconds later, he guided his cock into her dark hole between those thick cheeks. Salma gasped and moaned.

"Ohhhhhh....yes! Dat's it, yeah!! Fuck my culo!!"

It always made Steve smile that she referred to her ass with the word 'culo' instead. He took a deep breath as he began to slowly thrust into her. All the while, her heavy chest was smashed against the glass door. Luckily the shower was sturdy and didn't wobble at all from the weight she pushed against it. Within seconds, Steve had began to pound her ass hard with his cock, pumping fast. Salma moaned and began to yell aloud in her native Spanish language.

"Sí! Sí! Más duro más rápido! Coger el culo como siempre lo ha hecho antes!"

Steve had not a clue what she was saying to him, but how could he care? Just listening to her speak was a gift enough. Over and over, he rammed his cock back and forth into her ass. At the same time, he rested both palms over her thick cheeks, squeezing them to feel her firm skin while his dick explored her dark tight hole. Salma gritted her teeth, pushing her hands against the glass surface of the door as they began to slip down and create a hand print due to the fog covering the glass.

"God, this ass was made to be fucked!"

"Yes, fuck it good!! FUCK MY CULO, YEAH DAT'S IT!! DAT'S HOW I LIKE IT!!"

There was no greater pleasure than hearing Salma Hayek's voice causing her words to slur while taking a hard dick up the ass. Steve was in a world of pleasure from everything this woman gave to him. He began to slow down, taking hard thrusts into her and then stopping. Salma knew what was about to happen. He always was the type of that slowed down before blowing his load. At this point, she wondered if he was going to cum in her ass or would he ask her to get down on the floor to take a glazing to the face. After a final thrust, Steve made his mind up.

"I'm gonna cum baby, yeah!! You want it in your ass!?"

"YES, CUM IN MY CULO, STEVE!! GIMMIE DAT HOT LOAD RIGHT UP THE CULO!!"

"As you wish, baby! Ohhhhh, fuck!!"

He hissed, gritting his teeth to try and prevent himself from groaning. Instead, Steve's voice cried out in a high pitch as his cock exploded for the third time today, shooting his cum right up her ass. Salma bit her lower lip, feeling his hod seed shoot within her. A few seconds later, Steve took a few steps back. She heard his feet splashing the water around on the floor. His cock slithered out of her ass and then a string of cum began to drip from her ass and over her right leg. She moaned, moving away from the glass door to face him. Thanks to the fog, Salma's body had pressed an imprint against the shower. She turned to look at him and wrapped her arms around his neck before kissing his lips softly. Salma looked into his eyes, grinning before she spoke.

"Well, you got your wish. You managed to cum in all three of my holes tonight. Job well done, big man."

From her words, he couldn't help but kiss her lips once again. Joe didn't realize until now, he truly had filled all three of her holes with his seed. Other times, he liked to make a big mess out of Salma's face or her tits, but he was saving that idea for tomorrow. After breaking the kiss, she unwrapped her arms from his neck and took a few steps back.

"We better get finished cleaning each other, I know we got a big day tomorrow."

"Yeah we do, Salma. Come on, I'll help you."

Together, they went on to wash one another in the shower as lovers. Salma remembered that she was going to pop the question to him about the surprise in the bed, but once again she decided against it. They were in the shower for at least thirty minutes before stopping the water and stepping out. Within another hour, they had put on night clothes on and tucked themselves between the sheets of his large king size bed. Since Steve had not mentioned anything, Salma could see that he clearly had forgotten himself about what the surprise was. It didn't matter to her anyway. After a good night's rest, she would ask him in the morning. Meanwhile, across town someone was preparing for a special visit.

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1 DAY LATER

A new day arrived with the rise of the morning sun. Salma and Steve had slept until around 8 AM. After getting out of bed, they took showers before heading downstairs to the kitchen to make some breakfast. The big day for a special someone had arrived at this point. Steve sat at the kitchen table, reading over his text messages while Salma made eggs and toast from the stove. She couldn't help herself, she enjoyed making food for this man when they were together. It was something of their affairs lasting over the past two decades. After sitting down with two plates of scrambled eggs and a glass of orange juice, Salma decided she would finally pop the question to him. Her hair was pinned up in a pony tail and she was still wearing her purple robes she put on from last night.

"So, you never did tell me last night. What is this surprise you were referring to?"

Salma picked up her fork and chopped up scrambled eggs. Steve gave her a smirk as he watched the woman bring the fork past her lips and eat the food. He figured he wouldn't waste any time and would just straight up tell her what he had planned.

"My son Brent is coming over today. I wanted to introduce you to him, give you someone new to meet."

From that moment, Salma dropped her fork. He couldn't be serious, she thought to herself.

"You want me to meet your son? Why?"

"Well, he's grown now. I heard a story about you around L.A. recently."

"Oh, yeah? What did you hear, Steve? Come on, tell me I gotta know."

The man chuckled, shaking his head before he went on speaking.

"I just heard that you had this kinky affair with some young man in his twenties, half your age. If you like to fuck younger guys than me, I can't blame you. i don't mind a model in her twenties myself."

Salma rolled her eyes and sighed.

"So, you want me to fuck your son. Is that it?"

Steve shook his head.

"No, I thought you could take me and him on together. Father and son combo, how about that? Come on, we've been seeing each other off and on for so long and yet we've never had a threesome."

"What does he look like?"

From her response, Steve pulled up his photos from the phone within his hands. He went to a photo of his son and then passed the phone to Salma. It was a portrait of his son from the NFL draft holding up a jersey for the Los Angeles Rams. The back of the jersey had the name 'Everett'. He had a big smile on his face and short blonde hair, reminiscent of his father's looks before age had changed him. Salma smirked upon looking at the photo.

"Oh, wow. Your boy is a football player."

"Yeah, that's from the draft last year. He went in the third round, I was so proud."

"What position does he play?"

"He's a tight end."

"Better question now, how old is he?"

"He turned twenty-five back in January."

Her jaw dropped. Salma realized this young man was half her age. True fresh meat, she was old enough to be his mother. The thought of having some fun with this young man was beginning to take over her mind. Steve spoke again.

"You see, baby...I'm worried about him. He's always had all these college girls crawling all over him and other girls around his age throwing themselves at him. I don't think my boy has ever experienced a real woman before. Not one like you. You could show him the way, be his first. Make him into a man."

Listening to him, she sat the phone down on the table and resumed eating her scrambled eggs. Salma thought for a few seconds before nodding to Steve and replying.

"Well, I can't resist. I do like a nice young man from time to time. They tend to be young, dumb and full of spunk. Great for a lot of fun when it comes to me. I'll take you up on this, but are you sure you want me to do this? I mean, Steve...We've been seeing each other off and on for years and you have never wanted to share me with anybody."

"My son is the only person I would share you with, no one else."

"I must consider this an achievement. Father and son, this is going to be one hell of a day."

"Yeah, it is. He'll be here around noon."

Steve's words gave her the notice that she would have to get ready later. On one hand, Salma couldn't believe that he would think of such a kinky situation to put her in. Perhaps he knew more than her affairs with men that were half her age. She was known for being a 'cougar' inside Hollywood. Something told Salma the previous night that Steve had something up his sleeve, but this wasn't what she would've expected from him. In the past, she had affairs with men who often would share her around, but never one that wanted to accomplish such a feature of a father and son threesome with the same woman.

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5 HOURS LATER

Rays of sunlight poured down from the hot blue sky during the afternoon hours. Brent parked his new Mustang in the driveway of his father's mansion and got out. The jock had no idea what his father had planned for him, just that there was a 'surprise' he told him. The twenty-five year old male had spent the previous past few weeks partying with some of his team mates around L.A. It was the off season and they had nothing better to do until after the draft when training camp began. He stepped around the walkway, beating his flip flops. The young man wore a simple white T-shirt and some cargo shorts and a pair of sunglasses. Once he reached the door, he slid his sunglasses over his head and knocked on the wooden surface.

"Oh, there he is! Wait right there, baby!"

Steve spoke to Salma from within the living room. She had dressed up in a fancy red dress with a zipper in the front, already tugged down a bit to reveal her heavy cleavage. Dangling from her ears were some silver hoop ear rings. Over her feet was a pair of red matching high heels. Steve wore a button up shirt and a pair of white shorts. He walked to the door, opening it to greet his son with a smile.

"Hey Brent, happy to see ya!"

"What's up, dad? You wanted me to come over, right?"

"Yeah, come on in."

Brent wiped his hand over his face. He had a five o'clock shadow from not shaving the previous night. His hand rustled through his blonde hair. Something didn't seem right, at least with how enthusiastic his father appeared before him. Brent didn't understand why he had been invited just yet.

"Come on, I gotta show you something."

"What?"

"Just follow me, come on!"

The older man smiled at his son before walking out of the foyer and back to the living room. Brent rolled his eyes. He often had little patience with his father. A true spoiled rotten jock who was used to getting what they wanted over anything. He followed his father's foot steps into the living room and then Brent's eyes immediately focused on the black haired short woman sitting on the couch. Salma offered him a smile, her beautiful long legs crossed as she sat there. Brent looked back at his father and spoke.

"Who is she? You have a new woman or something?"

A smile ran across the woman's lips while Steve laughed. He sat down on the couch, as if the man were modelling Salma as some sort of prize.

"Brent, I want you to meet Salma Hayek. Salma, this is Brent."

"How do you, dear?"

She spoke in her thick accent, immediately alerting Brent that this couldn't be some joke. He knew exactly who she was, how could he not? The young man had jacked off numerous times to her scene from 'Dusk Till Dawn'. His jaw dropped and his voice spoke in amazement.

"Holy shit, wow! Salma fucking Hayek is hooked up with my dad!?"

"Not quite, son. You see, this was meant to be a surprise for both of you here. I wanted to-"