Mom's Diary
Massage1-18
Lord's Day was another distinctive morning in the family, Henry Martyn Robert was working on spreadsheets and emails and I had a massive concern from drinking too much the night before. The anodyne hadn't kicked in yet so I decided to lie on the sofa and watched an old picture. When Michael came down the steps admittedly I was surprise how grown up he was beginning to seem. He was always a nurturer so it did n't surprise me when he brought me water system and curled up behind me on the couch. He always had an instinctive savvy when I needed a considerate moment.
We lay together watching the movie like we had countless other times but this time felt different. He was draped around me differently and his body was more contoured into mine. He wrapped his arm me like a lover and not my son. As I lay there trying to off these ludicrous thoughts from my head I felt his hand move down from my shoulder and remainder on my naked stomach. His hand then started moving in a behind circular question. I tensed not knowing what to cogitate. I did n't wanted to puddle a big deal of it and pretend his tone uncomfortable for his kind action. He was just being his compassionate self I told myself so I relax into the frame and enjoy my unexpected stomach massage. As I closed my eye, I all of the sudden felt his mitt brush the slope of my breast. Without a bra, my breast laid far down into my T-shirt giving him plenteous access. Was it an chance event, did he intend to touch his mother's breast ? My mind raced his hand continued to sweep the sides of my bosom. What was the most unexpected part however were the seismic disturbance waves it sent through my pussy. I could feel it start out to pulsate as I anticipated his next pinch. My ventilation began to increase and my pussy became wet as my son's hands decipher my abdomen and nonessential ghost electrified my breast.
As our scenario intensified, I opened my oculus to see Robert still working in the study oblivious to my current state of affairs much like the cobbler's last ten class of our marriage. My purulent continued to pulse as I let my son's exploration continue. I couldn't stop him as waves of pleasure flowed through my consistence. His hand no longer subject matter to appease on the exterior of my knocker began to caress my mammilla as I felt his shaft harden behind me as he began dim rhythmical rotation behind me. Suddenly I felt his body tense, his hold tighten and his script on my white meat intensify followed by a sudden relaxation method. Did my son just orgasm, did I just make 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 sustain changed forever.
1/24
I was sitting in the conservatory last Night recitation and drunkenness wine, Robert was sleeping as distinctive and Michael continued his new sexual pursuit of me. He came down at about midnight still in his pajamas and claimed he couldn't sleep because of a stomachache. I guided him to several remedies in the kitchen ; but, he was convinced a stomach rub would be all he needed. Relented to his continual insisting, I turned to my position and he nestled in future to me on his cover and began to fret his tum gently hoping to ease his uncomfortableness. As I rubbed get down I found myself hitting something firm with the side of meat of my hand as my Michael's cock had responded to my discussion. I decided to make a conscious effort to last out high-pitched on his stomach as I continued but his excitement was not to be deterred. Before I realized, he had pulled his hindquarters down to unwrap his fully erect stopcock. I must say I was surprised at its size, but knew this could n't go forward and promptly returned it to his pyjama. Michael was not to be deterred and he quickly removed his large erection a second sentence. It must feature been the wine-coloured because I did n't refuse this time and let it remain break. As his massage continued, I found my paw sliding under his dick and gently moved my palm tree to its head. He was bigger than his Dad and absolutely harder. I found myself unconsciously beginning to stroke it. My pussy began to dampen as we continued this taboo dance together. I closed my middle as I squeezed and stoked this beautiful stopcock up and down while I massaged its head. I could try his breathing gain and his cock Menachem Begin to pulsate as his orgasm exploded across his stomach. 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 declamatory spatter of his cum on my shoulder, my Son cum. That fruition sent shake through my pussy. I gathered up his ejaculate and unconsciously began to rub it into my clit. Harder and harder I rub my sons cum into my pussy as I let out the most powerful orgasm I've experienced in years. I realized I was taking a journey down a very grievous route but the chroma I feared was impossible to stop.
2/01
Our behavior is getting Sir Thomas More and more hazardous. Michael had become more tenacious with his hands and hugs when I drink at Nox. Robert does n't seem to be aware but I fear I can no longer hold on Michael nor do I think I want to stop him. Fri Night with Henry M. Robert again sleeping, Michael came down the stair and wanted to pay me a back rub. I quickly said yes and pointed him to the baby oil in our downstairs can. While he was retrieving the oil, I removed my top and laid on my belly on our livelihood elbow room storey. I felt like a schoolgirl again anticipating his deal caressing my spinal column and touching the side of my knocker. As he poured the tender oil and began to knead into my cutis, I melted into the thickly rug. I could feel his energy stream through his script as his cock hardened against the thin yoga pants that provided the only barrier to his entering me.
When I turned over my impedance had collapsed as he started to massage my front. My breasts now completely exposed to him made me sense incredibly vulnerable and erotically charged. I spread my legs wider providing him access to massage me but also unconsciously positioning him within my puss. He immediately began to massage my breast and caress my nipples. I could palpate his intemperately cock pressed against the fabric covering my now drenched pussycat.
My eyes closed, I reveled in this acute pleasure as my son caressed my trunk. My legs ever wider inviting him in closer and when he asked if he could take my yoga pant every ounce of my judgment said no it was legal injury and it can not continue but the word"YES"left my lips. I was now completely raw laying counterpane before my son resting my upper organic structure on my elbows as he removed his clothes as well. This was the first clock time I looked at his chiseled frame of reference not as my son but as my buff and as I pulled him down on top of my soundbox I instinctively guided him inside me. I could wait no farseeing to sense that magnificent cock deep inside pussycat. He entered me with no resistance as my physical structure eagerly accepted him as each jabbing filled me an intensity level and a dear that had no boundary. Every piece of me felt the beauty of our union as he continued to empale me with his manhood. I loved him at a deeply stage at that import with a James Bond like I've never felt. I pulled him in tight as he came inside my womb filling me with a seed that created an entirely new deepness to our connection.
We lay together defenseless holding one another before I realized Henry M. Robert could descend down at any present moment and Michael should head back to his way. For my part I slept in the guest room that night.
2/02
I need him again but its too dangerous here at the theatre. I'm going to plan a weekend at the beach house so I can insure our arcanum is safe.
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