1-18

William Ashley Sunday was another distinctive morning in the house, Henry M. Robert was working on spreadsheets and electronic mail and I had a monumental headache from drinking too much the night before. The painkiller hadn't kicked in yet so I decided to lie on the couch and watched an old movie. When Michael came down the footstep 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 body of water and curled up behind me on the couch. He always had an natural savvy when I needed a considerate bit.

We lay together watching the moving-picture show like we had countless other times but this prison term 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 dispatch these cockeyed persuasion from my head I felt his manus move down from my articulatio humeri and repose on my naked stomach. His script then started moving in a slacken circular question. I tensed not knowing what to think. I did n't wanted to draw a big mint of it and make his feel uncomfortable for his kind activeness. He was just being his compassionate self I told myself so I relax into the couch and enjoyed my unexpected breadbasket massage. As I closed my middle, I all of the sudden felt his hand brush the side of my knocker. Without a bra, my breast laid far down into my t-shirt giving him ample memory access. Was it an accident, did he intend to pertain his mother's breast ? My nous raced his hand continued to brush the side of my breast. What was the most unexpected part however were the shock waves it sent through my pussy. I could palpate it begin to pulsate as I anticipated his next tinge. My breathing began to increase and my pussy became wet as my son's manus draw my belly and minor expense tactile sensation electrified my breast.

As our scenario intensified, I opened my eye to see Henry Martyn Robert still working in the study forgetful to my current state of affairs much like the endure ten year of our union. My pussy continued to pulsate as I let my son's geographic expedition continue. I couldn't stop him as waves of joy flowed through my body. His hand no longer content to stay on the outsides of my chest began to fondle my nipples as I felt his cock harden behind me as he began dense rhythmic revolution behind me. Suddenly I felt his body tense, his hold tighten and his hand on my white meat intensify followed by a sudden relaxation. Did my son just orgasm, did I just make my own son cum. My god what have I done ? My forefront 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 dark recital and crapulence wine-coloured, Robert was sleeping as typical and Michael continued his new intimate avocation 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 insistence, I turned to my side and he nestled in side by side to me on his rear and began to fray his stomach gently hoping to comfort his uncomfortableness. As I rubbed small I found myself hitting something firm with the incline of my hand as my Michael's cock had responded to my discourse. I decided to make a conscious effort to rest higher on his tum as I continued but his upheaval was not to be deterred. Before I realized, he had pulled his bottomland down to expose his fully erect cock. I must say I was surprised at its size of it, 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 erecting a second fourth dimension. It must receive been the wine because I did n't resist this time and let it stay on 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 dampen as we continued this taboo dance together. I closed my eyes as I squeezed and stoked this beautiful putz up and down while I massaged its head. I could find out his breathing increase and his cock Begin to throb as his orgasm exploded across his venter. The sheer book 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 splashing of his cum on my shoulder, my Logos cum. That realisation sent shivers 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 puss as I let out the most knock-down sexual climax I've experienced in years. I realized I was taking a journey down a very dangerous road but the loudness I feared was impossible to stop.

2/01

Our doings is getting more and more hazardous. Michael had become more persistent with his men and squeeze when I drink at night. Robert does n't seem to be cognizant but I fear I can no longer kibosh Michael nor do I think I want to stop him. Friday dark with Robert again sleeping, Michael came down the stairs and wanted to throw me a back rub. I quickly said yes and pointed him to the babe oil in our downstairs bathroom. While he was retrieving the oil, I removed my top and laid on my tum on our aliveness room floor. I felt like a schoolgirl again anticipating his hands caressing my back and touching the sides of my breast. As he poured the fond oil and began to massage into my skin, I melted into the thick carpet. I could palpate his energy flow rate through his hand as his shaft hardened against the flimsy yoga trouser that provided the only roadblock to his entering me.

When I turned over my resistance had collapsed as he started to massage my front. My titty now completely exposed to him made me feel incredibly vulnerable and erotically charged. I spread my legs wider providing him admittance to massage me but also unconsciously positioning him within my cunt. He immediately began to massage my breast and caress my nipples. I could palpate his hard shaft pressed against the fabric covering my now drenched kitty-cat.

My heart closed, I reveled in this intense pleasure as my son caressed my physical structure. My peg ever wider inviting him in closer and when he asked if he could remove my yoga pant every ounce of my judgement said no it was damage and it can not keep but the Scripture"YES"left my mouth. I was now completely naked laying banquet before my son resting my upper body on my human elbow as he removed his clothes as well. This was the get-go time I looked at his chiseled frame not as my son but as my lover and as I pulled him down on top of my body I instinctively guided him inside me. I could look no longer to feel that magnificent cock late inside cunt. He entered me with no resistance as my body eagerly accepted him as each jab filled me an intensity and a beloved that had no edge. Every component of me felt the beauty of our jointure as he continued to impale me with his manhood. I loved him at a deeper horizontal surface at that moment with a 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 profundity to our connection.

We lay together raw holding one another before I realized Robert could derive down at any moment and Michael should maneuver back to his elbow room. For my part I slept in the Edgar Guest room that night.

2/02

I need him again but its too dangerous here at the planetary house. I'm going to plan a weekend at the beach family so I can ensure our secret is safe.

Continued……