“Come in.”
I slid inside. It was dark, but it was a bright night and the moon lit the room up. Peter was in bed covered by just a sheet.
“Thanks Cat.”
“What for?”
“Coming to see me, I need that.”
“What do you mean?” I asked walking across the room so I was close to his bed.
“This” he replied pushing the sheet back. He was stunningly hard. “I was just about to do something about it. Gonna help me?”
“There isn’t time, I’m supposed to be delivering you some towels.”
“After this evening I can assure you mum that you won’t need much time.”
I smiled and sat on the bed. He pulled the lapels of my robe apart and cupped my breasts.
“Just rub it Cat.”
I did and almost immediately he groaned. “Oh yes.”
I rubbed it faster. He moaned again and slightly arched his back as he squeezed my tits.
“I’m gonna cum is that ok?”
“Yes darling yes of course it is” I whispered back as I felt his cock stiffen in my hand. “Cum for me Peter, cum for mummy.”
He did all over my hand and his stomach. I leaned forward, kissed him on the mouth and whispered. “Good night darling.”
I could hardly believe it. As I lie on my side facing away from Richard his hand came round and cupped my breast. It was the one I realised that his son had just been holding and earlier had been licking and sucking. God did that give me a buzz.
He pressed himself against my back and I felt his cock on my bum. With all the arousal I had experienced that evening, it felt good, very good. As he wriggled his other arm under me and cupped my other breast so he slid his hand downwards across my stomach. It was his typical move. I knew that he would play with my tits with one hand, rub my clit for a while then either, slid into me from behind or, turn me onto my back and climb on. He was quite predictable.
His finger on my clit was beginning to work and I was near to an orgasm, but that was not just due to him of course, it was mainly due to his son, my baby. As I thought of Peter though, a strange thing happened. I wanted sex of course. I wanted relief from the raging arousal. I wanted an orgasm and I wanted to cum. But oddly, for a reason I couldn’t understand, I didn’t want Richard to fuck me. In my confused emotional state I wanted to save myself for Peter and letting Richard have me was like being unfaithful. I had accepted now that full sex between my son and me was inevitable and I wanted him to be my next partner, not the one who had sired him and had been my lover for a quarter of a century.
I turned towards Richard. He replaced his hands on my boobs and clit and we kissed.
“Lie flat” I whispered pulling myself up into a kneeling position.
I kissed him then nibbled, licked and kissed my way down his body as I held and stroked my second cock of the evening. I licked it.
“Yes?” I whispered feeling his finger slip into me.
“Mmmmm yes” he groaned as I slid his cock into my mouth.
“Oh Cat” he groaned sounding uncommonly like Peter had just a few moments ago when he had spurted his lot all over my hand. Richard continued fingering me, but put his other hand into my hair and pulled that a little roughly. I often wondered what he would be like if he really let himself go!