Hey, it’s Jinx. Pronouns ~ They/them. Non-binary chaos in human form. You already know I don’t do “normal” sex. I do whatever the fuck feels right in the moment, and last night the universe handed me a mother-son duo on a silver platter. Not together — I’m not into that — but one right after the other, like the filthiest relay race I’ve ever run.
It started with the son.
Call him Marcus. Twenty-four, ripped, nervous laugh, and a cock that curved just right. We were in his bedroom, door cracked like we half-wanted to get caught.
I shoved him onto the bed, stripped, and climbed on top. My androgynous pussy was already soaked, lips puffy and slick, clit fat and aching like it had its own pulse. I sank down on him slow, letting every inch stretch me open. The way my cunt gripped him — smooth, tight, greedy — made him whimper like a slut. I rode hard, hips rolling, grinding my clit against his base every time I bottomed out. My juices ran down his balls, loud and wet, the kind of obscene sound that makes your stomach flip.
I was right on the edge, pussy clenching around his throbbing dick, when I looked up.
There she was. His mom. Elena.
Early forties, curves for days, silk robe slipping off one shoulder. She wasn’t horrified. She was starving. Those heavy-lidded “come fuck me” eyes locked on mine while her son pumped his load deep into my androgynous cunt. I didn’t stop. I kept riding him through his orgasm, milking every drop, letting it leak out around his shaft so she could see exactly how full I was.
Marcus was still twitching inside me when I climbed off, cum dripping down my thighs like a trophy. I didn’t even wipe. I just looked at Elena, cocked my head, and said, “Your turn, Mommy.”
We didn’t even make it to another room. She dragged me into the hallway bathroom, locked the door, and dropped to her knees like she’d been waiting her whole life for permission. I spread my legs, still messy with her son’s load, and let her taste it. Her tongue was desperate, lapping at my swollen pussy, sucking my clit while I gripped her hair and fucked her face. Then I bent her over the sink, yanked her robe up, and ate her from behind like I was starving. She was dripping before I even touched her — thick, sweet, motherly cunt absolutely gushing. I slid two fingers in, then three, curling hard while my tongue worked her asshole. She came so hard her legs shook and she had to bite her own wrist to stay quiet.
When she finally turned around, mascara ruined, lips shiny with her son’s cum and her own juices, she kissed me like she wanted to crawl inside my mouth. I let her. Then I pushed her against the wall and tribbed her senseless — my slick, androgynous pussy grinding against hers until we were both shaking and swearing and coming again.
Non-binary perks: I don’t have to pick a side.
I can fuck the son like a dominant top and then ruin his mom like the filthiest bottom they’ve ever had. My body doesn’t do binaries, and neither does my desire. I just take what I want, how I want, and leave them both ruined and grateful.
Same time next week, I bet.
— Jinx 💜