This time I was ready and I tried to time my orgasm with Adam’s. I slowed him and speeded him until I felt myself at the brink. I couldn’t believe the control he had considering he was inside his mother’s pussy…having sex with her for the first time. He came when I urged him to. I was almost breathless when I said, “Adam, come inside me…come inside me now…I want to feel you shooting into me…come baby…come.”
As I spoke he responded. All he repeated was ‘Yes mom…yes mom” as his cum coated my insides. The volume must have been astonishing as I felt it drip after he finally pulled his cock out of me.
After lying together entwined for a while, my son’s young cock began pressing on my thigh. Not that I didn’t want to go another round, but a twinge of uncertainty hit after coming twice and the edge was off my insistent desires. I said, “Maybe we should stop for tonight honey.” Adam asked me to stay the night but when I demurred he was sweet and didn’t press me. He took me home after a few loving kisses.
The next day Adam called and wanted me to come over – I didn’t have to ask why. I told him I couldn’t but that I would call him that night anyway. I was having second thoughts and I went to see Jenna. By the time I left things were not better.
I didn’t mince words and I told her I had been to bed with Adam. Her reaction was the last one I expected. I was sitting across from her and before she said a word the biggest tears I had ever seen filled her eyes and started rolling down her face. I was stunned. My first reaction was heartbreak at seeing my daughter crying almost uncontrollably. I went to hold her and comfort her but I couldn’t understand her upset. I said, “Baby…baby…it’s okay…what I did shouldn’t bother you like that…talk to me honey.’
When she calmed a bit she said, “It’s not that mom…it’s me…it’s me…” She was holding me and I suddenly realized that her hands were seeking to touch me sexually. “Mom, I love you…why not me …why not me?” she cried. She started to kiss me and I let her but I didn’t kiss her back. I wanted nothing more than to let her make love to me for her sake, but I couldn’t do it.
I kissed her face and said, “Oh Jenna honey…I’m sorry…I can’t …I’m just not built that way.” I held her as she sobbed for a while and then we talked for a long time. She told me she had only recently come to accept her feelings for women and that I had been a taboo fantasy of her adolescence whenever she would allow it. She told me that she didn’t love her husband and felt that her whole life was a hopeless sham.
My whole body was wracked in pain for my dear Jenna and all I could do was assure her that she could still choose to live a satisfying life. I held her for an hour telling her that I loved her and would be there for her no matter what she decided to do.
When I went home I was emotionally and physically exhausted. The last thing I was ready to deal with was Adam sitting on the sofa. He had kept a key of course but I was still startled to see him. He approached and started to say something, which I cut off. “Adam” I said, “Go home now.” He left without a word and I lay on the bed in my clothes sleeping as if I were drugged until morning.