Her body refused to respond to anything her mind was telling it to do. She just hung on grimly, her son’s cock continuing to punish her pussy, as her first orgasm subsided but was immediately replaced by a second which shook her to her core. There had been men in the past who had managed this much, but if she thought Jonjo had finished with her, she was sadly disillusioned.
Caroline got a respite, albeit a short one, before she was up on all fours as he took her from behind, her tits swinging with his thrusting until his hands appeared beneath her and he abused them; twisting and playing with her nipples until she was convinced, she would swoon.
It was the early hours of the morning before she was allowed to sleep, her dreams that night undisturbed. When she did eventually wake up, it was because she was feeling horny. It took her scant moments to realise that the reason, was her son’s cock, sliding slowly and sensuously in and out of her fanny. Twisting her upper torso, she presented him with her slightly flattened breasts, Jonjo immediately reaching out to fondle them and arouse her nipples. Neither of them had lasted long before he had her climaxing as his cock flooded her pussy with semen.
It was something she had never done before, despite having the house to herself for years. That morning they hung around the breakfast bar, consuming cereal, and coffee, completely naked.
Again, it was a new experience for her. Despite them being naked, presently, her body was making no demands for him to hump her again.
‘Why did you send me away? Jonjo finally asked as he sipped his coffee. ‘Did you not want a child?’
Perhaps now was the right time to explain her reasoning and why she’d acted as she had over the years.
‘I need sex, a lot of sex. When my body is making demands, I need it satisfying, that thought alone consumes my mind.’
Jonjo nodded imperceptibly.
‘At first, I relied on babysitters, but there were plenty of times when that wasn’t convenient, and I feared that I may just abandon you as I went in search of someone to fuck me.’
‘But what about when I got older? He asked.
‘When you were a baby and a toddler, there was always someone here to take care of you. As you got older, I feared the worst; that somehow, in my hours of need, I would act inappropriately with you. My safest option was to send you away. The older you got, the more I had to keep you at a distance. I was ashamed and didn’t want you to see me as I truly am; it has already blighted my life, and I didn’t want it to blight yours.’
Again, he nodded his head imperceptibly but remained silent.
Now it was Caroline’s turn. ‘What possessed you to touch me?’
He took several moments before answering. ‘Over the years, I’ve heard the gossip and rumours. I’ve heard Nan and Gramps talking. It was obvious what you were doing. Because we have spent so little time together, it has been difficult to see you as my mother: all I had were your photographs to go off.’
She suddenly felt guilty for what she had subjected him to.