1-18

Dominicus was another typical first light in the mansion, Robert was working on spreadsheets and emails and I had a monumental headache from drinking too much the night before. The analgesic hadn't kicked in yet so I decided to lie on the couch and watched an old motion-picture show. When Michael came down the step admittedly I was surprise 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 instinctive savvy when I needed a considerate moment.

We lay together watching the motion-picture show like we had countless other times but this sentence felt dissimilar. He was draped around me differently and his body was more contoured into mine. He wrapped his subdivision me like a lover and not my son. As I lay there trying to remove these ludicrous cerebration from my headland I felt his hand move down from my shoulder and rest on my naked stomach. His hired hand then started moving in a tardily circular motion. I tensed not knowing what to believe. I did n't wanted to make a big great deal of it and piss his feel uncomfortable for his kind legal action. He was just being his compassionate self I told myself so I relax into the put and delight my unexpected breadbasket massage. As I closed my eyes, I all of the sudden felt his deal brush the side of meat of my tit. Without a bra, my breast laid far down into my t-shirt giving him plenteous admission. Was it an chance event, did he intend to touch his female parent's titty ? My mind raced his hired man continued to sweep the slope of my breast. What was the most unexpected part however were the stupor waves it sent through my pussy. I could feel it begin to quiver as I anticipated his following skin senses. My breathing began to increase and my kitty-cat became wet as my son's work force traced my stomach and concomitant jot electrified my breast.

As our scenario intensified, I opened my middle to see Robert still working in the cogitation oblivious to my current situation much like the last ten years of our marriage. My pussy continued to beat as I let my son's exploration continue. I couldn't stop him as waves of pleasure flowed through my body. His paw no longer content to bide on the outsides of my breast began to caress my nipples as I felt his cock harden behind me as he began slow rhythmic rotation behind me. Suddenly I felt his body tense, his clutches tighten and his handwriting on my tit intensify followed by a sudden rest. Did my son just orgasm, did I just make my own son cum. My god what have I done ? My caput 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 night reading and boozing wine, Henry M. Robert was sleeping as typical and Michael continued his new sexual following of me. He came down at about midnight still in his pj's and claimed he couldn't sleep because of a stomachache. I guided him to several remediation in the kitchen ; but, he was convinced a stomach rub would be all he needed. Relented to his continual press, I turned to my side and he nestled in next to me on his back and began to rubbed his stomach gently hoping to allay his soreness. As I rubbed lower I found myself hitting something firm with the side of my hand as my Michael's cock had responded to my treatment. I decided to hold a conscious travail to stay higher on his stomach as I continued but his fervour was not to be deterred. Before I realized, he had pulled his bottoms down to expose his fully rear dick. I must say I was surprised at its size of it, 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 declamatory erection a second prison term. It must induce been the wine because I did n't resist this fourth dimension and let it remain exposed. As his massage continued, I found my hand sliding under his putz and gently moved my palm to its head. He was bountiful than his Dad and absolutely harder. I found myself unconsciously beginning to stroke it. My pussy began to dampen as we continued this tabu saltation together. I closed my middle as I squeezed and stoked this beautiful cock up and down while I massaged its straits. I could hear his breathing increment and his dick begin to throb as his orgasm exploded across his stomach. The sheer mass amazed me. When he settled, I told him to cleanse 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 sons cum. That actualization sent thrill through my pussy. I gathered up his seed and unconsciously began to rub it into my clit. Harder and harder I rub my Word germ into my pussy as I let out the most right sexual climax I've experienced in year. I realized I was taking a journey down a very dangerous route but the intensity I feared was impossible to stop.

2/01

Our behavior is getting more and more risky. Michael had become more tenacious with his hands and hugs when I drink at night. Henry M. Robert does n't seem to be cognisant but I fear I can no longer bar Michael nor do I think I want to stop him. Fri nighttime with Robert again sleeping, Michael came down the stairs and wanted to give me a back rub. I quickly said yes and pointed him to the baby oil in our downstairs john. While he was retrieving the oil, I removed my top and laid on my stomach on our living way floor. I felt like a schoolgirl again anticipating his bridge player caressing my rachis and touching the side of meat of my knocker. As he poured the warm oil and began to massage into my pelt, I melted into the duncish carpet. I could finger his muscularity flow through his hand as his cock hardened against the thin yoga pant that provided the only barrier to his entering me.

When I turned over my resistance had collapsed as he started to rub down my front. My knocker now completely exposed to him ready me palpate incredibly vulnerable and erotically charged. I spread my leg wider providing him approach to massage 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 rooster pressed against the framework covering my now drenched pussy.

My oculus closed, I reveled in this vivid pleasure as my son caressed my organic structure. My ramification ever wider inviting him in closer and when he asked if he could remove my yoga pant every ounce of my intellect said no it was haywire and it can not persist in but the word"YES"left my rim. I was now completely naked laying spread before my son resting my upper body on my elbows as he removed his wearing apparel as well. This was the low gear prison term 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 wait no farsighted to palpate that magnificent shaft deep inside pussy. He entered me with no underground as my body eagerly accepted him as each thrust filled me an intensity and a love that had no bounds. Every part of me felt the peach of our conjugation as he continued to transfix me with his manhood. I loved him at a deeper spirit level at that moment with a hamper like I've never felt. I pulled him in tight as he came inside my uterus filling me with a seed that created an entirely new depth to our connection.

We lay together nude holding one another before I realized Robert could come down at any bit and Michael should guide back to his room. For my part I slept in the 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 house so I can ensure our secret is safe.

Continued……