Minutes later, Paul was inside her; Helen needed no foreplay, not that her husband was all that dismayed.
“Aw yeah baby how’s that?,” Paul snorted as he rapidly thrust away, his head tucked away in the crook of her neck.
Helen stared at the ceiling, her eyes revealing her abject disappointment, despite the fake vocalizations that periodically left her mouth. She felt nothing. Her son had ruined her for the very man that she had married.
Despite Paul’s admirable effort to right the wrong of the previous day, it was too late to rectify his mistake. The 10-minute hump resulted in a fake orgasm, a few drops in a condom, and an intensification of Helen’s desperate need. When he rolled off her and went to shower, Helen wept as she finally admitted that her husband’s cock was second to their 18 year-old son’s.
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At 2:30 AM, Helen woke to hear the front door slam shut. She looked over to find Paul snoring, fast asleep.
Tying her robe as she descended the stairs, Helen turned into the kitchen to find Jason perusing the refrigerator.
She crossed her arms, “Where were you?”
Peeking out with jar of grape jelly, the boy shrugged, “Hanging with some friends.”
“Give me that… you always make a mess,” Helen groused, grabbing the jar from his hand along with some bread and peanut butter.
“Thanks, mom,” he said kissing her on the cheek.
Dismissing her innate maternal joy at the boy’s gratitude, Helen grumbled, “It’s not fair. You’ve always gotten your way — I should have been stricter. It’s my fault I spoiled you.”
“Oh come on… you’ve always been one of the coolest parents at school, and I didn’t turn out so badly did I? I got a full-ride to a great college to study engineering, didn’t I? I could have never done it without you.”
Damn, the boy was good. As her sandwich making accelerated, Helen started weeping, “And… now, you’re making me do… this awful thing…”
Jason gently embraced his mother from behind, his head resting on her shoulder. He took her dainty, little hands in his larger ones and stopped her. He whispered into his ears, using the most boyish voice possible.
“Do you want to stop? Just say so. I thought you wanted it too. I thought that if we made some amazing memories this summer, we wouldn’t forget each other once were leagues apart. But, if you don’t want this, just say so — I never wanna hurt you, mom. I’m so sorry if I have.”
Her heart nearly breaking at her son’s sweet sentiments, she raised his hands to her lips and kissed them reassuringly, “No! It’s not that… I just… well… I’m afraid this is going to be a permanent thing.”
The boy grinned secretly behind her, knowing that she was absolutely correct, “Nooo, absolutely not! It’s just one box, right? After that, you’ll be exclusive to dad again.”
“Well… that’s the thing… well, we’ve been doing… things that don’t really need… condoms. At this rate, well… it’ll go on, forever, right?”
Jason was smart enough to know the question that she was really asking, “Mom, are you saying you want to do things that’ll require condoms?”