I lifted myself from his face, looking down at him, strings of clear, sticky liquids stretching between his chin and mouth and my satisfied hole “You bad, bad boy! That was a naughty thing to do with your father on the phone. You’ll give us away!”
“Sorry mom!” Jake grinned, but I could tell by his hard cock and the mess we’d made throughout the day that he wasn’t sorry at all. I returned a tired smile.
“Well… It’s done now, so no use dwelling on it.. Your father is coming home early… so we have to take a break for awhile while I make supper. You be patient like the son I’ve raised you to be.” I gave him a tired smile, watching adoringly as hot, clear fluid dripped onto his face from my satisfied cunt. “I have a little plan to keep your father out of our hair… You’re going to fuck your mother tonight, just like I promised. Now go get some water and get cleaned up.”
“Anything you want, mom” Jake said back wistfully, clearly in a state of forbidden lust that I was strangely not ashamed of. I smiled to my messy boy before moving off of him, walking naked to the closet and looking for something to wear, shivering at the cool air against my wet legs…
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A few hours had passed. Jake and I had showered separately to avoid temptation and changed into clean clothing. I left the soaking, sweaty mess up in my bed because I didn’t plan on letting Chuck make it up there. If I had supper ready when he got home, he would have no reason to. Jake was wearing a clean pair of shorts and a fresh white T-shirt that was tight enough to show off his well toned body, which I reminded him of as frequently as he commented on how sexy I was. We would kiss occasionally, playfully goofing around like new lovers, but keeping it clean for the time being. I was wearing a skirt and a tank top. I felt so good in my body after being tongue fucked so thoroughly by my son that I couldn’t stop smiling while I made supper. I had to make Jake go to the living room while I worked, as his presence made it hard for me to focus on anything. “Go play your X-Box or something honey, you’re making mommy all wet again and I don’t want your father to notice.” I said, and he obeyed like a good boy.
Supper was ready within an hour. A delicious feast of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and a few other sides not worth mentioning. I had the table set with each plate in its respective place at the table. There was a little something extra in Chucks serving of mashed potatoes that I had eventually told Jake I would be adding. Four prescription sleeping pills ground and stirred in skillfully with butter and garlic.
Chuck came in not long after and made his way to the kitchen where Jake and I sat close together near my side of the table over our food, engaged in a well acted conversation about how sick he had been earlier. “Hey there kid, feeling better I expect?” asked Chuck.
“Definitely dad, mom got me right back up to par…” responded Jake, smiling innocently “Even got some homework done.”
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