1-18

Sunday was another typical dawn in the star sign, Henry Martyn Robert was working on spreadsheets and electronic mail and I had a massive 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 steps 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 moment.

We lay together watching the movie like we had countless other fourth dimension but this sentence felt dissimilar. He was draped around me differently and his body was more contoured into mine. He wrapped his blazonry me like a lover and not my son. As I lay there trying to remove these ludicrous cerebration from my head I felt his helping hand move down from my shoulder joint and rest on my nude tummy. His hand then started moving in a retard handbill question. I tensed not knowing what to recollect. I did n't wanted to make a big pile of it and make his feeling uncomfortable for his variety natural action. He was just being his compassionate ego 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 meat of my titty. Without a bra, my breast laid far down into my jersey giving him ample access. Was it an chance event, did he specify to touch his mother's chest ? My mind raced his hand continued to sweep the position of my bosom. What was the most unexpected part however were the cushion waves it sent through my puss. I could feel it set about to pulsate as I anticipated his following tactual sensation. My breathing began to increase and my pussy became wet as my son's hands line my stomach and accompanying touch electrified my breast.

As our scenario intensified, I opened my eyes to see Robert still working in the work unmindful to my stream state of affairs much like the last ten yr of our marriage. My pussycat continued to pulsate as I let my son's exploration continue. I couldn't plosive him as Wave of pleasure flowed through my trunk. His hand no longer content to stay on the exterior of my breast began to caress my nipple as I felt his stopcock harden behind me as he began slow rhythmical gyrations behind me. Suddenly I felt his body tense, his cargo deck tighten and his hand on my breast intensify followed by a sudden relaxation behavior. Did my son just orgasm, did I just give my own son cum. My god what have I done ? My oral sex 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 conservatoire last nighttime meter reading and drinking wine-colored, Henry M. Robert was sleeping as typical 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 gastralgia. I guided him to several remedies in the kitchen ; but, he was convinced a breadbasket rub would be all he needed. Relented to his continual insistence, I turned to my side 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 low-down I found myself hitting something firm with the position of my helping hand as my Michael's cock had responded to my treatment. I decided to make a conscious try to stay higher on his tummy as I continued but his exhilaration was not to be deterred. Before I realized, he had pulled his merchant ship down to discover his fully erect cock. I must say I was surprised at its size, but knew this could n't continue and promptly returned it to his pyjama. Michael was not to be deterred and he quickly removed his boastfully erection a second time. It must experience been the wine because I did n't resist this clock time and let it remain let out. As his massage continued, I found my hand sliding under his cock and gently moved my palm to its heading. He was bad than his Dad and absolutely harder. I found myself unconsciously beginning to stroke it. My twat began to dampen as we continued this taboo dance together. I closed my middle as I squeezed and stoked this beautiful cock up and down while I massaged its read/write head. I could hear his breathing growth and his cock begin to pulse 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 turgid spattering of his cum on my berm, my sons cum. That realization sent shivers through my pussy. I gathered up his seed and unconsciously began to rub it into my clit. Harder and harder I rub my son seed into my pussy as I let out the most powerful sexual climax I've experienced in year. I realized I was taking a journey down a very life-threatening road but the vividness I feared was unimaginable to stop.

2/01

Our behavior is getting More and more hazardous. Michael had become more retentive with his bridge player and squeeze when I drink at night. Robert does n't seem to be cognizant but I fear I can no longer stop Michael nor do I think I want to stop him. Friday night with Robert again sleeping, Michael came down the step and wanted to impart me a back rub. I quickly said yes and pointed him to the baby oil in our downstairs bathroom. While he was retrieving the oil, I removed my top and laid on my venter on our living room story. I felt like a schoolgirl again anticipating his hands caressing my backrest and touching the sides of my tit. As he poured the warm oil and began to massage into my skin, I melted into the thick rug. I could sense his energy period through his deal as his cock hardened against the slim down yoga pants that provided the only barrier to his entering me.

When I turned over my resistor had collapsed as he started to rub down my straw man. My breasts now completely exposed to him made me find incredibly vulnerable and erotically charged. I spread my leg wider providing him memory access to massage me but also unconsciously positioning him within my slit. He immediately began to massage my breast and caress my mammilla. I could feel his hard cock pressed against the framework covering my now drenched puss.

My eyes closed, I reveled in this acute joy as my son caressed my torso. My legs ever wider inviting him in finisher and when he asked if he could remove my yoga pant every snow leopard of my mind said no it was wrong and it can not continue but the password"YES"left my lips. I was now completely naked laying spread before my son resting my upper berth body on my elbow joint as he removed his clothes as well. This was the for the first time time I looked at his well-defined 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 waitress no longer to find that magnificent cock mystifying inside snatch. He entered me with no resistance as my dead body eagerly accepted him as each thrust filled me an intensity and a erotic love that had no leaping. Every theatrical role of me felt the beauty of our union as he continued to impale me with his manhood. I loved him at a deeper layer at that moment with a James Bond like I've never felt. I pulled him in tight as he came inside my womb filling me with a seeded player that created an entirely new profoundness to our connection.

We lay together naked holding one another before I realized Robert could come down at any moment and Michael should head back to his way. For my constituent I slept in the invitee elbow room that night.

2/02

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

Continued……