1-18

Sunday was another typical morning in the mansion, Henry Martyn Robert was working on spreadsheets and email and I had a massive headache from drinking too much the Night before. The pain pill hadn't kicked in yet so I decided to lie on the sofa and watched an old movie. When Michael came down the whole step admittedly I was surprised how grown up he was beginning to appear. 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 movie like we had countless other sentence but this time felt unlike. He was draped around me differently and his trunk was more contoured into mine. He wrapped his arms me like a lover and not my son. As I lay there trying to absent these ludicrous thoughts from my head I felt his helping hand move down from my shoulder and quietus on my nude stomach. His manus then started moving in a tardily broadsheet motion. I tensed not knowing what to reckon. I did n't wanted to seduce a big hand of it and make up his flavour 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 hand brush the side of my breast. Without a bra, my breast laid far down into my t-shirt giving him ample admission. Was it an fortuity, did he stand for to tinge his female parent's breast ? My mind raced his hired man continued to sweep the sides of my breast. What was the most unexpected voice however were the shock waves it sent through my pussy. I could feel it begin to pulsate as I anticipated his succeeding touch. My breathing began to increase and my pussy became wet as my son's hands delineate my venter and incidental cutaneous senses electrified my breast.

As our scenario intensified, I opened my eyes to see Robert still working in the survey oblivious to my current situation much like the last ten class of our marriage. My twat continued to pulsate as I let my son's exploration continue. I couldn't full stop him as undulation of pleasance flowed through my body. His script no longer content to delay on the outsides of my breast began to fondle my nipple as I felt his cock harden behind me as he began easy rhythmic gyrations behind me. Suddenly I felt his soundbox tense, his clench tighten and his hired man on my tit intensify followed by a sudden liberalisation. Did my son just orgasm, did I just make believe 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 relationship might just have changed forever.

1/24

I was sitting in the conservatory death night recital and drinking wine, Henry M. Robert was sleeping as typical and Michael continued his new sexual pursuance of me. He came down at about midnight still in his pyjama and claimed he couldn't sleep because of a stomach ache. I guided him to several remedies in the kitchen ; but, he was convinced a venter rub would be all he needed. Relented to his continual insistence, I turned to my position and he nestled in following to me on his back and began to itch his venter gently hoping to ease his discomfort. As I rubbed abject I found myself hitting something firm with the face of my hired man as my Michael's cock had responded to my treatment. I decided to take a conscious effort to stay higher on his tum as I continued but his fervour was not to be deterred. Before I realized, he had pulled his hind end down to queer his fully upright prick. I must say I was surprised at its size, but knew this could n't continue and promptly returned it to his pajamas. Michael was not to be deterred and he quickly removed his large erection a minute sentence. It must make been the vino because I did n't resist this metre and let it remain exposed. As his massage continued, I found my hand sliding under his cock and gently moved my palm to its head. He was bigger than his Dad and absolutely harder. I found myself unconsciously beginning to stroke it. My pussy began to break as we continued this taboo dance together. I closed my center as I squeezed and stoked this beautiful hammer up and down while I massaged its head. I could see his breathing increase and his tool Menachem Begin to pulsate as his orgasm exploded across his stomach. The sheer volume amazed me. When he settled, I told him to scavenge 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 shoulder, my Son cum. That actualization sent shiver through my pussy. I gathered up his seed and unconsciously began to rub it into my clitoris. Harder and harder I rub my sons seed into my pussy as I let out the most herculean orgasm I've experienced in years. I realized I was taking a journey down a very dangerous route but the intensity I feared was out of the question to stop.

2/01

Our behavior is getting Sir Thomas More and more wild. Michael had become more tenacious with his hands and hugs when I drink at night. Robert does n't seem to be aware but I fear I can no longer stop Michael nor do I think I want to stop him. Friday Nox with Henry M. 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 babe oil in our downstairs john. While he was retrieving the oil, I removed my top and laid on my stomach on our life room floor. I felt like a schoolgirl again anticipating his hands caressing my back and touching the sides of my chest. As he poured the fond oil and began to knead into my skin, I melted into the duncical carpet. I could feel his energy flow through his hand as his cock hardened against the thin yoga knickers that provided the exclusively barrier to his entering me.

When I turned over my immunity had collapsed as he started to knead my front. My breasts now completely exposed to him made me palpate incredibly vulnerable and erotically charged. I spread my legs wider providing him access to rub down me but also unconsciously positioning him within my cunt. He immediately began to knead my breast and caress my nipple. I could palpate his hard cock pressed against the fabric covering my now drenched slit.

My eyes closed, I reveled in this vivid pleasure as my son caressed my consistency. My legs ever wider inviting him in closer and when he asked if he could slay my yoga gasp every ounce of my judgment said no it was damage and it can not continue but the word"YES"left my lips. I was now completely naked laying feast before my son resting my upper body on my elbow as he removed his clothes as well. This was the first fourth dimension I looked at his well-defined bod not as my son but as my lover and as I pulled him down on top of my physical structure I instinctively guided him inside me. I could wait no longer to feel that brilliant putz late inside pussy. He entered me with no opposition as my consistence eagerly accepted him as each jab filled me an intensity and a love that had no bounds. Every piece of me felt the beauty of our union as he continued to stake me with his manhood. I loved him at a deeper storey at that moment with a chemical bond like I've never felt. I pulled him in tight as he came inside my womb filling me with a germ that created an entirely new astuteness to our connection.

We lay together naked holding one another before I realized Robert could descend 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 grievous here at the house. I'm going to plan a weekend at the beach house so I can ensure our mystery is safe.

Continued……