The moaning stopped and I hoped they hadn’t heard me. There were some hushed voices and a giggle then I heard the bed in my son’s room creak. It wasn’t continuous squeaking like they were fucking, more like shifting positions. Was he going down on her? Had they called it quits? God I hope not…I can’t believe I just thought that. I heard more creaking then Margo gasped and let out a soft groan. I felt myself shudder. I had the head of my dildo gliding along my wet cleft and it hit my inflamed clit. I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out.
The creaking took on a rhythm and I knew they were fucking. There were more hushed words as the tempo increased. I obviously couldn’t tell what position they were in so my mind recalled that original image of Jason and Christy but Christy was replaced by Margo. I suppressed a groan as I teased the entrance of my pussy with the head of my toy. And as I did the image changed again, now Margo disappeared and I was her replacement. This time I did groan but it must have gone unnoticed by Jason and Margo because they didn’t stop or even slow down.
I quickly turned over, getting my knees under me and my ass in the air, just like I remembered Christy. I flung my long black hair over my shoulder and pushed the dildo into my needy pussy. I pumped it in and out, keeping time with my son’s squeaking bed while trying to remain quiet. Margo’s soft cries were coming quicker and higher in pitch; she was getting close and so was I. I squeezed the silicone cock with my vaginal muscles, making believe it was Jason and I was trying to make him cum. I was so close now, just a little more and I’d be there. I heard Jason grunt and Margo cried out despite her efforts to remain quiet. I knew Jason was cumming and he’d made her cum too. What he didn’t know is that he made me cum as well. I bit my pillow to keep from screaming as the orgasm raged through my body. It was so intense. I’d never cum like that even when fantasizing about Jason fucking me. It had to be the added stimulus of him and Margo fucking in the next room that made it so powerful. By the time I came down from that earth shattering orgasm, I was a sweaty, trembling mess.
Quiet returned next door and I now lay on my back panting. It was then shame and guilt came calling. I was such a mess and I don’t mean just physically. I managed to get to my feet and staggered to the ensuite. I soaked a washcloth and ran it over my body, helping me cool down. I relieved myself then returned to my sweat soaked sheets; staring at the ceiling for what must have been an hour before falling into a fitful sleep.
In the morning I woke with a start; images of incestuous sex lingering in my mind. It was still early but I knew I wouldn’t be able to fall back to sleep. If I stayed in bed, I’d have my toy back in action and I didn’t want to wake my son or Margo with the sounds of me fucking myself silly. So I got up, put on my panties, tank top and my favorite robe and decided to get some coffee in my system.