1-18

Sunday was another typical morning in the theater, Henry M. Robert was working on spreadsheets and emails and I had a monumental headache from drinking too much the dark before. The painkillers hadn't kicked in yet so I decided to lie on the couch and watched an old flick. When Michael came down the steps admittedly I was surprised how grown up he was beginning to come out. He was always a nurturer so it did n't surprise me when he brought me water and curled up behind me on the sofa. He always had an natural understanding when I needed a considerate moment.

We lay together watching the flick like we had countless early sentence but this time felt dissimilar. He was draped around me differently and his body was more contoured into mine. He wrapped his implements of war me like a devotee and not my son. As I lay there trying to remove these ludicrous sentiment from my top dog I felt his hand move down from my articulatio humeri and residue on my bare stomach. His hand then started moving in a slow bill motion. I tensed not knowing what to think. I did n't wanted to make a big deal of it and make his feel uncomfortable for his sort action. He was just being his compassionate self I told myself so I relax into the redact and revel my unexpected belly massage. As I closed my eyes, I all of the sudden felt his hand brush the side of my white meat. Without a bra, my breast laid far down into my t-shirt giving him rich admittance. Was it an stroke, did he stand for to tinge his female parent's boob ? My judgment raced his hired hand continued to brush the sides of my titty. What was the most unexpected part however were the shock waves it sent through my puss. I could find it begin to beat as I anticipated his side by side touch sensation. My breathing began to increase and my pussy became wet as my son's helping hand traced my stomach and concomitant touch modality electrified my breast.

As our scenario intensified, I opened my eyes to see Robert still working in the study oblivious to my current state of affairs much like the last ten class of our marriage ceremony. My pussy continued to pulsate as I let my son's geographic expedition continue. I couldn't stop him as waving of pleasure flowed through my trunk. His deal no longer subject matter to persist on the outside of my breast began to caress my nipples as I felt his turncock harden behind me as he began dim rhythmical rotation behind me. Suddenly I felt his body tense, his hold tighten and his deal on my knocker 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 head swirled, as I lay motionless. We continued to lay intertwined as he held me and I feared our kinship might just sustain changed forever.

1/24

I was sitting in the hothouse last Night reading material and imbibing wine, Henry M. Robert was sleeping as typical and Michael continued his new sexual spare-time activity of me. He came down at about midnight still in his pajamas 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 abdomen rub would be all he needed. Relented to his continual insistence, I turned to my English and he nestled in side by side to me on his back and began to rubbed his stomach gently hoping to ease his discomfort. As I rubbed lour I found myself hitting something firm with the side of my helping hand as my Michael's cock had responded to my handling. I decided to make a conscious travail to ride out eminent on his stomach as I continued but his excitement was not to be deterred. Before I realized, he had pulled his bottoms down to expose his fully tumid hammer. 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 tumid erection a second clock time. It must give been the wine because I did n't resist this prison term and let it continue disclose. As his massage continued, I found my script sliding under his shaft and gently moved my palm to its head. He was handsome than his Dad and absolutely harder. I found myself unconsciously beginning to stroke it. My pussy began to muffle as we continued this taboo dance together. I closed my eyes as I squeezed and stoked this beautiful cock up and down while I massaged its head. I could listen his breathing growth and his rooster Menachem Begin to pulsate as his orgasm exploded across his tum. The sheer mass 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 large splash of his cum on my shoulder, 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 unvoiced I rub my sons seed into my pussy as I let out the most muscular climax I've experienced in years. I realized I was taking a journeying down a very dangerous route but the loudness I feared was impossible to stop.

2/01

Our conduct is getting more and more risky. Michael had become more dour with his bridge player and clinch when I drink at Night. Robert does n't look to be aware but I fear I can no longer stop Michael nor do I think I want to hold back 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 infant oil in our downstairs bathroom. While he was retrieving the oil, I removed my top and laid on my stomach on our living room floor. I felt like a schoolgirl again anticipating his handwriting caressing my back and touching the slope of my breast. As he poured the fond oil and began to massage into my skin, I melted into the thick carpet. I could feel his free energy flow through his hired man as his pecker hardened against the melt off yoga knickers that provided the only roadblock to his entering me.

When I turned over my immunity had collapsed as he started to massage my front. My breasts now completely exposed to him form me feel incredibly vulnerable and erotically charged. I spread my legs wider providing him access to massage me but also unconsciously positioning him within my pussy. He immediately began to knead my breast and caress my nipples. I could finger his unvoiced cock pressed against the fabric covering my now drenched twat.

My centre closed, I reveled in this acute pleasance as my son caressed my consistence. My peg ever wider inviting him in closer and when he asked if he could remove my yoga pant every ounce of my psyche said no it was wrong and it can not continue but the word"YES"left my rim. I was now completely naked laying banquet before my son resting my pep pill body on my elbow as he removed his dress as well. This was the first meter 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 wait no yearner to feel that brilliant putz deep inside cunt. He entered me with no resistance as my body eagerly accepted him as each jab filled me an intensity and a love that had no bounds. Every part of me felt the beauty of our pairing as he continued to impale me with his manhood. I loved him at a deeper spirit level at that present 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 depth to our connection.

We lay together bare holding one another before I realized Henry M. Robert could add up down at any present moment and Michael should guide back to his elbow room. For my share I slept in the guest room that night.

2/02

I need him again but its too severe here at the house. I'm going to contrive a weekend at the beach house so I can ascertain our secret is safe.

Continued……