I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth and I knew he was near. Like the gentleman he is he moaned.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming” and went to withdraw. I held onto him and ran my lips down his shaft as far as I could almost deep throating him as his cock exploded and his cum poured into my mouth and down my throat.
*
The weekend dragged by in a combination of tremendous anticipation and extreme sexual arousal. It had become obvious to both of us that we would ‘go all the way.’ The concern, the worry, the trepidation, the guilt and the indecision had all gone. On the Sunday evening when I was in bed naked with Richard I smiled when I thought ‘we have masturbated them away.’
During the Saturday and Sunday we were never really alone and I couldn’t take towels to him each night. But there were moments. Richard mowed the lawn when Sara was at a friend’s house. Peter and I kissed in my conservatory and he put his hand inside my sweat shirt. He and I cleared the dinner plates and he pulled me to him in the kitchen and squeezed my breasts.
We were sitting watching TV. I was in a tracky top and trousers, which was my lounging around gear.
“Go and take your bra off” Peter suggested when Richard was out of the room.
I refused at first, but after more persuasion I did. The top was very baggy and hid the full bareness of my boobs.
Richard took a phone call in his study.
“Come here” Peter said moving behind the half-open door. He pushed me back against the wall and we kissed. His hand went up my top and right onto my naked breasts. I grunted with both appreciation and pleasure. We did that twice more that evening.
Richard went to work early on the Monday. Sara was still around, but in bed. I was wearing a long dressing gown and had made tea and given cups to her and Peter. He followed me into my room. He was just wearing boxers and I could see that he was partially erect. He looked gorgeous.
“I want you so much” he groaned in a whisper knowing that Sara’s door was open. We kissed. He slid his hand inside my robe and pressed his hard on against me. “Do you me Cat?”
“Yes darling” I sighed back involuntarily gripping his erection through the cotton of his boxers.
“Tell me please.”
“I want you Peter, I want to sleep with you” I whispered into my son’s ear.
We heard noises from Sara’s direction. Peter darted back to his room obviously not wanting his sister to see his hardened cock.
It was mid-morning when Sara came off the phone.
“Ok if I stay at Celia’s tonight mum?”
“What leaving me when I have only just got home?” Peter butted in.
Mondays are not easy days in our household. It is not a good day to commit incest. I have a cleaning lady who works from ten to three and a gardener who is around until late afternoon.
“Why don’t you go and see your friends?” I suggested.
“I want to be with you.”
“Peter. Pat and Bob are here most of the day, we can’t do anything.”
“Oh fuck I’d forgotten.”
I went to chastise him for swearing, but realised how that was rather ridiculous considering what we were planning to do.