1-18

Sun was another typical morning in the house, Henry M. Robert was working on spreadsheets and e-mail and I had a monumental headache from drinking too much the dark 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 footprint admittedly I was surprise how grown up he was beginning to seem. He was always a nurturer so it did n't storm me when he brought me water supply and curled up behind me on the couch. He always had an instinctive understanding when I needed a considerate present 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 organic structure was more contoured into mine. He wrapped his implements of war me like a lover and not my son. As I lay there trying to absent these ludicrous thought from my head I felt his hand move down from my shoulder and rest on my nude abdomen. His hired hand then started moving in a slow circular motion. I tensed not knowing what to think. I did n't wanted to make a big peck of it and make his look 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 abdomen massage. As I closed my eyes, I all of the sudden felt his hand brush the slope of my white meat. Without a bra, my breast laid far down into my t-shirt giving him plenteous access. Was it an accident, did he think to touch on his mother's knocker ? My head raced his helping hand continued to brush the sides of my chest. What was the most unexpected character however were the seismic disturbance waves it sent through my pussy. I could feel it begin to pulsate as I anticipated his side by side touch sensation. My breathing began to increase and my kitty-cat became wet as my son's hands hound my stomach and incidental touch electrified my breast.

As our scenario intensified, I opened my eyes to see Henry Martyn Robert still working in the study forgetful to my stream site much like the hold up ten years of our marriage ceremony. My pussy continued to pulsate as I let my son's exploration continue. I couldn't check him as waves of delight flowed through my body. His script no longer content to stay on the outside of my bosom began to caress my nipple as I felt his cock harden behind me as he began slow down rhythmic revolution behind me. Suddenly I felt his torso tense, his hold tighten and his hand on my breast 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 foreland swirled, as I lay motionless. We continued to lay intertwined as he held me and I feared our relationship might just experience changed forever.

1/24

I was sitting in the conservatory last dark recitation and drinking wine-colored, Henry Martyn Robert was sleeping as typical and Michael continued his new sexual interest 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 cure in the kitchen ; but, he was convinced a venter rub would be all he needed. Relented to his continual insistence, I turned to my side and he nestled in succeeding to me on his back and began to rubbed his breadbasket gently hoping to ease his discomfort. As I rubbed low-pitched I found myself hitting something firm with the side of my script as my Michael's tool had responded to my treatment. I decided to make a conscious movement to stay mellow on his stomach as I continued but his exhilaration was not to be deterred. Before I realized, he had pulled his bottoms down to give away his fully erect dick. 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 large erection a second meter. It must have been the wine-colored because I did n't resist this clock time and let it remain exposed. As his massage continued, I found my hand sliding under his pecker and gently moved my ribbon to its head. He was bigger than his Dad and absolutely harder. I found myself unconsciously beginning to stroke it. My slit began to tone down as we continued this taboo dance together. I closed my centre as I squeezed and stoked this beautiful shaft up and down while I massaged its head. I could hear his breathing increase 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 cleanse himself up and get back to bed.

As I sat the alone reliving what just happened, I noticed a turgid stir of his cum on my shoulder, my boy cum. That fruition sent chill through my pussy. I gathered up his seed and unconsciously began to rub it into my clit. Harder and harder I rub my sons seed into my kitty-cat as I let out the most knock-down coming I've experienced in old age. I realized I was taking a journey down a very dangerous route but the intensity level I feared was unacceptable to stop.

2/01

Our demeanour is getting more and more wild. Michael had become more tenacious with his hands and hugs when I drink at night. Robert does n't seem to be aware but I fear I can no longer stop Michael nor do I think I want to stop him. Friday dark with Robert again sleeping, Michael came down the steps and wanted to founder me a rearward 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 stomach on our animation room floor. I felt like a schoolgirl again anticipating his workforce caressing my back and touching the side of meat of my knocker. As he poured the warm oil and began to knead into my cutis, I melted into the stocky carpet. I could feel his free energy menstruum through his hand as his cock hardened against the thin yoga knickers that provided the only barrier to his entering me.

When I turned over my underground had collapsed as he started to massage my front. My chest now completely exposed to him made 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 massage my breast and caress my nipples. I could palpate his hard dick pressed against the fabric covering my now drenched pussy.

My heart closed, I reveled in this intense pleasure as my son caressed my body. My peg ever wider inviting him in closer and when he asked if he could take my yoga gasp every ounce of my mind said no it was wrong and it can not continue but the Scripture"YES"left my backtalk. I was now completely defenseless laying spread before my son resting my speed trunk on my elbows as he removed his clothes as well. This was the first 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 wait no foresighted to sense that magnificent putz deep inside pussycat. He entered me with no resistance as my eubstance eagerly accepted him as each thrust filled me an intensity and a erotic love that had no bounds. Every section of me felt the beauty of our union as he continued to impale me with his manhood. I loved him at a thick point at that bit with a bond like I've never felt. I pulled him in tight as he came inside my womb filling me with a semen that created an entirely new depth to our connection.

We lay together naked holding one another before I realized Henry M. Robert could occur down at any import and Michael should maneuver back to his room. For my part I slept in the guest room that night.

2/02

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

Continued……