1-18

William Ashley Sunday was another typical forenoon in the house, Robert was working on spreadsheets and electronic mail and I had a monumental headache from drinking too much the nighttime before. The pain pill hadn't kicked in yet so I decided to lie on the sofa and watched an old pic. When Michael came down the steps admittedly I was storm how grown up he was beginning to come along. He was always a nurturer so it did n't surprise me when he brought me water and curled up behind me on the couch. He always had an instinctive understanding when I needed a considerate mo.

We lay together watching the moving picture like we had countless other times but this sentence felt different. He was draped around me differently and his body was more contoured into mine. He wrapped his arms me like a buff and not my son. As I lay there trying to remove these absurd thoughts from my head I felt his hand move down from my shoulder and ease on my defenseless abdomen. His handwriting then started moving in a slow throwaway motion. I tensed not knowing what to think. I did n't wanted to make a big deal of it and make his tactile property uncomfortable for his kind activity. He was just being his compassionate self I told myself so I relax into the couch and enjoyed my unexpected stomach massage. As I closed my eyes, I all of the sudden felt his mitt brush the position of my titty. Without a bra, my breast laid far down into my T-shirt giving him ample entree. Was it an accident, did he intend to touch his female parent's titty ? My brain raced his hand continued to brush the sides of my white meat. What was the most unexpected part however were the shock waves it sent through my pussy. I could feel it lead off to pulsate as I anticipated his succeeding touch. My ventilation began to increase and my twat became wet as my son's manpower traced my belly and incidental touch electrified my breast.

As our scenario intensified, I opened my middle to see Robert still working in the bailiwick forgetful to my electric current post much like the last ten geezerhood of our matrimony. My pussy continued to throb as I let my son's exploration continue. I couldn't stop him as waves of pleasure flowed through my body. His hand no longer content to stay on the outsides of my breast began to caress my nipples as I felt his cock harden behind me as he began dense rhythmic gyrations behind me. Suddenly I felt his body tense, his hold tighten and his helping hand on my titty intensify followed by a sudden relaxation. Did my son just orgasm, did I just hit my own son cum. My god what have I done ? My head swirled, as I lay motionless. We continued to lay intertwined as he held me and I feared our kinship might just make changed forever.

1/24

I was sitting in the conservatory last night reading and drinking wine-colored, Robert was sleeping as typical and Michael continued his new sexual pursuit of me. He came down at about midnight still in his pajama and claimed he couldn't sleep because of a gastralgia. I guided him to several cure in the kitchen ; but, he was convinced a belly rub would be all he needed. Relented to his continual imperativeness, I turned to my English and he nestled in future to me on his back and began to rubbed his stomach gently hoping to allay his discomfort. As I rubbed lower I found myself hitting something firm with the side of my hand as my Michael's tool had responded to my discourse. I decided to take a shit a conscious effort to stay put higher on his breadbasket as I continued but his excitement was not to be deterred. Before I realized, he had pulled his bottoms down to disclose his fully erect cock. I must say I was surprised at its size, but knew this could n't uphold and promptly returned it to his pajamas. Michael was not to be deterred and he quickly removed his orotund erection a minute clock time. It must take been the vino because I did n't resist this prison term and let it stay peril. As his massage continued, I found my handwriting sliding under his pecker and gently moved my medallion to its head. He was full-grown than his Dad and absolutely harder. I found myself unconsciously beginning to stroke it. My puss began to dampen as we continued this taboo dance together. I closed my optic as I squeezed and stoked this beautiful cock up and down while I massaged its header. I could discover his breathing gain and his cock begin to pulse as his orgasm exploded across his belly. The sheer volume amazed me. When he settled, I told him to clean himself up and get back to bed.

As I sat the alone reliving what just happened, I noticed a large splash of his cum on my articulatio humeri, my sons cum. That realization sent quiver through my pussy. I gathered up his seed and unconsciously began to rub it into my clitoris. Harder and harder I rub my boy seed into my pussy as I let out the most powerful orgasm I've experienced in yr. I realized I was taking a journey down a very grievous road but the intensity I feared was out of the question to stop.

2/01

Our conduct is getting Sir Thomas More and more hazardous. Michael had become more tenacious with his hands and hugs when I drink at night. Robert does n't look to be aware but I fear I can no longer stop Michael nor do I think I want to stop him. Friday night with Henry Martyn Robert again sleeping, Michael came down the step and wanted to give me a back rub. I quickly said yes and pointed him to the infant oil in our downstairs bathroom. While he was retrieving the oil, I removed my top and laid on my stomach on our living room floor. I felt like a schoolgirl again anticipating his hands caressing my back and touching the sides of my bosom. As he poured the ardent oil and began to knead into my skin, I melted into the thick carpet. I could feel his energy flow through his hand as his cock hardened against the thin yoga trouser that provided the merely roadblock to his entering me.

When I turned over my electrical resistance had collapsed as he started to massage my battlefront. My boob now completely exposed to him made me feel incredibly vulnerable and erotically charged. I spread my wooden leg wider providing him admission to rub down me but also unconsciously positioning him within my pussy. He immediately began to massage my breast and caress my nipples. I could feel his hard stopcock pressed against the textile covering my now drenched twat.

My eyes closed, I reveled in this intense pleasure as my son caressed my body. My legs ever wider inviting him in finisher and when he asked if he could remove my yoga pant every ounce of my mind said no it was ill-timed and it can not continue but the word"YES"left my sassing. I was now completely naked laying spreadhead before my son resting my upper berth consistency on my human elbow as he removed his clothes as well. This was the kickoff fourth dimension I looked at his chiseled frame not as my son but as my fan and as I pulled him down on top of my physical structure I instinctively guided him inside me. I could wait no longer to finger that magnificent rooster bass inside pussy. He entered me with no resistance as my body eagerly accepted him as each jabbing filled me an intensity level and a love that had no bounds. Every region of me felt the beauty of our matrimony as he continued to spike me with his manhood. I loved him at a abstruse story at that moment with a bail like I've never felt. I pulled him in tight as he came inside my womb filling me with a source that created an entirely new depth to our connection.

We lay together naked holding one another before I realized Henry M. Robert could come down at any import and Michael should head back to his room. For my part I slept in the guest room that night.

2/02

I need him again but its too grave here at the house. I'm going to contrive a weekend at the beach theatre so I can see to it our secret is safe.

Continued……