I watched as Jessi furiously pumped Nick’s cock. His body was shaking as he waited for the fireworks to begin. Jessi groaned, “Cum for mommy baby.” Nick groaned as I saw his cock shoot strings of his cum high into the air. Holy shit, my legs weakened as I leaned into the wall for support.
Jessi grabbed his hand and placed it on her pussy and moaned, “Make mommy cum. Feel how wet I am. I’m so close.”
I watched as his hand went straight to her pussy lips and whispered, “Is this what you want?”
She moaned as her body convulsed to his touch, “Oh yes. Make me cum. I’m so close.”
I pushed first one finger then a second into my hot wet pussy. My legs shook as my orgasm neared it’s onset.
I watched as Jessi’s body started to shake and convulse. She exploded into his arms. “Oh yes so good. Oh don’t stop. Oh so good. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” Her legs splayed out wildly as her orgasm took hold.
I was lost in the moment and bumped into the wall causing Nick to say, “Jessi I think mom is coming out of her room. We need to stop.”
Shit! I hurried back into my room and closed the door. I jumped into bed and shoved my fingers back inside my pussy as I visualized everything I had just seen. Within moments my hips bucked wildly out of control as I came hard on my fingers groaning, “Make mommy cum baby. I love your cock.”
I don’t remember much more as I found myself lying on my bed. This time I had no problem falling asleep.
I woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. These last two days have been traumatic in so many ways. First and foremost I’ve made myself cum three times thinking about my son. Secondly I watched as my two kids fooled around with each other, and finally I keep thinking about making love with my son. This last thought was the most troubling to me.
I got out of bed and put on a pair of shorts and top. I went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water from the faucet. Standing there looking out the window into my backyard I wondered what was happening to me. It was disconcerting to say the least. I needed to talk to someone quickly before my forbidden desires spun completely out of control.
I called my best friend Liz, in a frenzied state. It was 8:00 am Sunday morning and I needed someone to confide in. Unfortunately she was busy all day with her in-laws and couldn’t get away. I didn’t know what to do as Liz was the only one I felt comfortable sharing the events of the last two days.
I jumped in the shower and rehashed everything I had done these last two days. It shocked me to know how utterly irresponsible I felt. All my life I’ve been buttoned up. I excelled where others failed. I raised two children on my own and provided for their future. Yet a seemingly inconsequential event just threw my seemingly ideal life upside down.
I toweled off, jumped into a one piece swimsuit, tossed on a coverup and headed outside. I knew the kids would still be asleep so I took advantage of my alone time because god knows I needed more time to continue my self analysis of what I was feeling. Why am I having these feelings that are causing me to behave so inappropriately.