I had no idea that I could get as hot as I was; I’d never experienced anything so powerful. My stomach felt queasy and my nipples were hard as rocks and stuck out obscenely against my nightie. The next thing that happened totally sent me over the edge. I glanced over again when I had the opportunity and saw my son’s hand on his dick, squeezing it through his boxers. He was actually jacking off as he watched his slutty mother. “Oh my god,” I thought, this time turning even more as I bent over, hoping he would see my wet, lipstick coated pussy.
I was shaking so badly that I could hardly keep from collapsing. I was filled with an incredible mixture of feelings, guilt, fear and unparalleled lust. I was at the point of no return; I couldn’t stay in the room any longer without fucking him. I grabbed a magazine and started to head for my room when I heard “Mom, can I have a kiss goodnight?” I was trembling all over and feeling completely vulnerable by the assured tone of his deep voice.
“Yes baby, give mommy a kiss.” I whispered, heading back towards him. Unbelievably his hand was still holding his rigid cock as I approached and leaned in to kiss him on the mouth. I hovered over my son briefly with my boobs swaying and my hard nipples pointing just inches from his face. My son was openly jacking off in front of me now with his left hand as his right hand reached for the small of my back and drew me toward him. I kissed him quickly and rose to leave. As I rose up, Mark’s hand slid from my back, across my side and onto my breast. His hand lingered momentarily and gently squeezed my boob. A soft groan involuntarily escaped my parted lips when I felt his caress.
The next thing I knew, I was making my way back to my room and my husband. My fingers were already in my sopping cunt as I entered the room. I intentionally left our bedroom door open slightly. I wanted my son to hear his mommy fucking and hopefully find a way to watch. I think James was surprised by my state of arousal and asked “What happened?”
“Oh my god, oh my god,” I panted, “You’ve got to fuck me. You’ve got to fuck me right now.” I lay down on my back and pulled my tits out of my gown by the nipples. I spread my legs as wide as I could and started smearing the oil from my open pussy around the head of my clit. “His dick is hard baby, OH GOD I made my son’s DICK HARD.” I was babbling and losing all control. I was in total disbelief at what had just happened.
James knelt between my legs as I drew them back and hooked my elbows behind my knees. He instinctively knew what I needed and drove his cock to the hilt with the first thrust. My glazed eyes shot open wide and I let out an unholy howl. I knew that my son was listening and jacking off and I fantasized that he was fucking me.
My husband began pounding me deep and hard as I looked toward the vanity mirror, hoping to catch Mark’s reflection at the door. I was grunting and groaning, calling him to me as I stared, wide eyed at the crack in the door. I felt completely insane and depraved and I loved it, I was consumed by incestuous desire as I anticipated his arrival. Then I saw a shadow move in the hallway and he appeared.
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