Chapter 1
It was after midnight as I sat in the airdrome waiting room. A fierce summer storm delayed our flight of steps. The grumbling of the big H and blueness white flashes of lightening caused the few bedraggled passengers waiting for this last flight of the night to recoil in their wood coal grey institutional charge plate aerodrome seats then nervously laugh.

My name is Sam Albertson. I am travelling home with my parents after attending my grandmother's funeral. The slip was the disaster I thought it would be. The old aunt, smelling of lilac and talcum powder, pinching my cheeks, ohing and ahing at how a lot I had grown was demeaning.

It was not my pick to go. My mom, Jamie, and dad, lav, made me go. Even though I never met my granny they felt family needed to be there. It was very unfair. I am 19 years old and was fully capable of taking care of myself.

The inspection and repair was eternal. It seemed everyone in town wanted to say a remembrance. Near the front man of the church was a magnanimous varnished glass window. Some nonpareil or other was depicted with his hands raised in blessing. He might have been praying for the end of the incessant service.

As usual, Mom and dad were getting inebriate in the low terminal bar. Mom was 45 and dad was 47. Mom was a full-figured woman and fairly improbable at 5'9 ”, about 200 lbs. Once I sneaked a peep in her lingerie drawer. She was a 38D cup. Dad was a short stout guy at about 5'8 ”, 220 or so.

I watched as they consumed down drink after drink. Mom's clitoris up the front flowered summer dress was between her leg exposing all of her calves and about of her chubby pink thighs. Dad's hand was on her bare second joint. I had seen them like this before, sot, and touchy feely.

At home, my sleeping room shared a common paries with theirs. Often they would come in from a party drunk and playful. I would hear mom shushing dad as they noisily tip toed up the stairs. Then there would come the equally noisy fucking, the moan, groan and finally a scream from mom. Then quiet !

Once I had crept into the hall after their lovemaking stopped. I planned to glint into the chamber. My female parent's body fascinated me. Sometime in the last few old age, she had gone from mom to this voluptuous mature woman. She was the object of my masturbation fantasies.

I took to searching the clothes bond for soil step-in. I would inhale them while jacking off. Once I saw her walk out of the sleeping accommodation stark raw. Her pendulous tit swayed invitingly as she crossed the hall to the bathroom. My dick sprang to rigid attention. She was holding a towel between her legs.

I was confused at first. Then I realized she was holding dad's cum in her slit. She made her way all-encompassing legged into the bathroom. I could barely suspire. I slipped quietly down the hall. I leaned my point far enough out to peek in the can. She had wet the towel. Mom stood with one leg on the bathtub washing her pussy. She swayed slightly, feeling the effects of the nighttime's partying. After vigorously scrubbing between her branch, she dropped the towels in the hamper.

She used both custody to smooth her pussy pilus. It was abruptly but well-trimmed. Then she ran her finger in her snatch, pulled it out and licked it. I groaned as I spontaneously came, spilling my youthful cum on the hallway base. I gasped. I had to tend against the wall to support myself.

I scurried down the Radclyffe Hall to my elbow room. I barely made it back before I heard her bedroom door close. I lay in bed sweating profusely. My dick was still granite hard. My heart was in my sassing. The thrill of seeing her, the closeness of almost being caught was almost more than I could stand.

However, I knew there was one Thomas More head trip I had to make. On catlike metrical unit I tip toed down the residence hall. I turned quickly into the bathroom and closed the room access. The trammel held my prize.

I opened the bond. There they were on top. The cum soaked towel she had between her pegleg to entertain the cum in and the wet towel she had washed with. The wet towel barely held the scent I wanted it. However, the dry towel took me to nirvana. It was still deaden with mom and dad's sex juice. I took it to my nose and inhale deeply.

The pungent perfume of mom's pussy and dad's seed filled my nasal passages. I was a piffling light headed. With one script, I balanced myself on the wall. There was a pain in my prick from being so hard so long. My cock slapped gently against my belly. Impulsively I stuffed the wet crusty part of the towel in my mouth. I sucked hard on their mixed succus. I took my other hand and began to stroke my blade hard member.

Many nights I had whacked off to the speech sound of their lovemaking. I had grown skilled at finding mom's panties from those nights. Sometimes dad fucked her without her taking them off. I would inhale deeply, reveling in the olfactory modality of wet pussy and semen. Then I would add my sperm to the load dad had left.

I did not love it then but years later, I would read an article that said sons always lust for their female parent. near men spend their lives looking for a cleaning lady who remind them of mom. It was a vicarious relief for sex with their mother. The article went on the say the king in King Oedipus Rex did not really make a fault when he took his female parent for his pouf. He was fulfilling that need to exceed his father and possess his mom.

I do not sleep with about all that shit. All I know is that from my vantage decimal point, I could see dad run his hired man under mom's wearing apparel. She giggled, grabbed his bridge player and made a half hearted endeavour to stop him. My laborious dick ached, trapped my jockeys and jean as I watched their sex play.

Fortunately, they called our flying. It was well past midnight. The plane was a 727, the workhorse of the airway in those years. Dad was a frequent aeronaut on this airline. We had scored the exit row seats. On a 727 that meant lashings of legroom in the three across seats.

Chapter 2

The flight of steps was barely a third replete. Mom took the window hind end, dad the middle. I took the aisle seat across from them.

Shortly after charade, the flight of steps attendant passed out blanket. She apologized for the hold and announced they were dimming the lights to allow the passenger to sleep.

I dozed off. When I awoke, I glanced across the gangway. Mom and dad were gone. I needed to pee and went aft to the toilet. As I entered one bathroom, dad exited the former. He was obviously inebriate and barely able to walk. He never noticed me. I watched as he staggered drunkenly up the aisle to our seats.

When I returned, dad was in my seat, covered head teacher to toe in a blanket and snoring loudly. Initially I was chagrined. Then I figured what the nether region. I slipped into his behind across the aisle, pulled my blanket over me and dozed off.

I was dreaming about a cheerleader stroking my putz. I slowly opened my oculus. I realized that my mom had returned to her bum. While I slept, she had opened my pants and was slowly jacking me off. `` Wake up, John, she hissed, I want to play !"

I opened my backtalk to even up her. I stopped. I realized that she thought it was my Father of the Church. The semi darkness, the change in seats and her drunken state made her think it was my founder's dick she was stroking.

"St. John the Apostle, wake up. You said we were going to connect the five-mile-high nightclub !"

I could hear the thwarting in her voice.

"I took my panties off, '' she hissed !

I recalled listening to them having sex, the erotic aroma of my female parent 's worn panties.

I reached over and lightly squeezed her ass. She wiggled it deliciously. She went to speak and I shushed her. I reached down and slowly pulled mom's skirt up. I was sweating profusely. My heart beat like a trip hammer in my chest. What if she realized it was me ? What if dad woke up ? You scared bastard, I said to myself. What if the fucking aeroplane crashed while you are dealing with what ifs !

I rubbed her bare ass. She pushed it back against me. I scooted forward. I eased my finger into mom's pussy. The wet high temperature was incredible ! Her George Bush was drenched. Obviously, the sex play in the bar had her hot and bothered.

I heard her moan as I slowly worked my finger in and out of mom's twat. Her ass drove back gruelling against my finger. She moaned loudly. I stopped finger fucking her and shushed her.

"Ok, can, ok, '' she whispered, `` but fuck me now !"

I slipped my pants down and scooted closer. I gripped mom's waistline in both hands and pulled her toward me. She scooted back. I pushed forward and slowly entered my female parent's pussy. The heat energy was almost unbearable. Her wetness was incredible. I stopped. She was so tight I was afraid I would cum too quickly. She leaned her back closer to me.

"Saint John, you feel so big in me ! I have never felt this full !"

I began a easy in and out. Her pussy was so wet I was sure the whole carpenter's plane could hear the sloshing speech sound. I could finger mom's kitty-cat contracting, holding me soused as I thrust deep into this most desired mess. I shushed her again as her moan got louder. Her big ass thrust back, trying to drive me cryptical. She stuffed her clenched fist in her mouth to dampen a screaming as she came. She bucked and stuff back hard against me. Her orgasms consumed her as she tried to get me mystifying. The hard condensation of her orgasm were more than I could need. I unloaded deep in mom's pussy, pushing my dick forward hard to meet het push as spurt after incestuous spurt filled the same vagina I had come out of in birth !

Now there was an epitome. The mental ikon of me exiting her vagina as a squalling sister. The figure of speech of my baby manufacturer replaced it, strongly swimming, now on their way up that Same nativity duct. I collapsed into my rear end. My cover was soaked.

'' King John that was the salutary ever !"Mom chortled as she reached back and patted my hip.

A few minute later she was snoring quietly.

I could sense our juices drying on my dick as I dozed off. Mom and dad were still sleeping when I woke up. I lay quietly rubbing her ass. She stirred. I quickly recovered my head and pretended to be sleep.

"John, I want you to fuck my ass. You know, like you do at home but at 30,000 metrical foot. I got some lube in my pocketbook. I'll be right back."

She crawled over me and walked forward to the bathroom. I sat up and watched her ass roll sensuously as she moved down the aisle. At eighteen, I had fucked a few girls. However, I had never had a kitty-cat like hers. I knew girls would never again meet me. I looked over at my snoring dad across the gangway with a mixture of comradeship and envy. He might never sleep with it, but we now shared mom's pussy.

She had reveled in my swelled dick, old man, I thought. I envied him his many years of getting this mythologic piece of ass.

When I saw mom exit the bathroom. I scooted down, turned toward the windowpane covering my psyche. Mom stepped across me and settled into her windowpane seat. She straightened her mantle and covered herself. She glanced over me at my begetter across the aisle. Did I detect a moment of confusion ? Did the size of it of the person not match what she thought ? Although not fat like my male parent, I was a big guy.

She reached under my blanket."Here's the lube, '' she said.

I peeked from under the blanket as she furtively looked around the plane. I panicked as she turned toward me. The plot was up ! She was going to proceed my blanket and realise her son had just fucked her. Would she scream in astonishment ? Would she stand and foretell to the world that her son had fucked her ? What country were we over ? What was the penalty for fucking your wino mom ?

Instead, she scooted down to her knees. She covered her school principal with the mantle. I felt her feeling around under the blanket.

She found my dick. I felt her natural language lick me. She took me in her mouth. Her nous bobbed up and down. Suddenly she stopped and sat back in her seat.

'' Use the lube, '' she whispered, '' but I just had to get a preference of your peter encrusted with our cum. You know how lots I love that !"Mom rolled to face the windowpane. I felt her bare ass under the blanket. I slowly eased the head of my dick in her ass. She reached back and pressed against my belly.

'' Easy, John, sluttish ! Maker, why are you so big tonight ? Your tool hasn't been this arduous in years !"

We lay like that for a minute. The head of my shaft was just inside her ass. Then I felt her button back slowly. An inch more slid slowly into her ass. I heard a tart intake of breath as she pressed again on my belly with her script. Then she released her hired hand I slid halfway into her fantastical ass. I pulled back slowly. Then I pressed in again hard. I felt her body trembled slightly as she tried to handle my girth.

Then she pushed back concentrated and I bottomed out in her ass. She reached back and grabbed my cover. As I slowly pulled back, her death adhesive friction on my blanket caused her to perpetrate it off me.

I scrambled to grab it. Too late ! She turned to aid with the blanket. Her middle widened first in surprise, and then horror as she realized it was her son buried egg deep in her ass. She tried to move forward away from me. I grabbed her waist and assayed two quick in and out knife thrust. Mom gasped.

"Do you really want me to stop now ; '' I whispered urgently, `` do you really want me to kibosh ?"

She stopped moving and her head dropped to the tooshie. Nevertheless, she did not push me away. Nor did she crowd back in response to my stab. I moved slowly in and out of her soaked ass. I reached around and palmed her knocker. Thrust in ; clinch tit. I sat up a rhythm. Her head moved back closer to mine.

"Cover us with your blanket, '' she moaned.

I quickly covered us with my blanket.

"Now hurry ! refinement in me before your don wakes up. Son, have mom all that big fucking gumshoe and fill my ass with your seed."

She thrust back and I pounded forward. I leaned forward so I could whisper in her ear

'' Mom, your ass is amazing ! So close !"

"Oh son, I have never felt like this. It's wrong but so dam good"

We were honest together. We settled into a rhythm that had us both blowing like steam railway locomotive

I glanced back at my drunken snoring father. This is our ass now, old man, I thought. I squeezed mom's tit hard. she groaned and thrust back against me. We were both covered in sweat and fucking like barnyard animals. From now on, you portion her with me. She is my female parent, your wife but this ass and pussy is ours !

We came together, thrusting against each other as we struggled to stifle our moan. I filled her bowels with my sperm. She groaned loudly as my dick spurt deep in her ass. I grabbed one orotund nipple and pulled it hard.

"Oh, Jezuz yes, `` she screamed again stuffing her clenched fist in her mouth to stifle it.

We rolled to our backbone, exhausted. I reached under the covering fire and caressed my mother 's belly. She covered my hand with hers but continued staring at the cap.

The sparkle came up in the sheet. The flight accompaniment announced we were descending for a landing. I watched as mom buttoned her clothes. Her expression was indecipherable.
She folded the blanket and laid it on the floor.

"backwash your sire. But initiative, what you did…what we did is very wrong."

"You didn't like it ?"

She paused and looked me deep in the eyes.

"It was fantastical ! I haven't cum like that in twelvemonth. In addition, you are so much crowing than your father is. However, what we did was legally and morally incorrect. If anyone found out, we would both be ostracized and probably jailed. You must never tell anyone !"

I nodded my head. The thought that I would never enjoy carnal cognition of this cleaning woman, my mother this puzzle intimate animate being again depressed me. Nevertheless, I understood what she was saying.

"So, we won't be doing this anymore ?"

She reached across me and shook my dad. He groggily started to come out of his drunken sleep. Mom smiled wickedly.

"I didn't say that !"

Chapter 3

John and Jamie 's every week love had been as intense and satisfying as it always was. She relished feeling his cum leak out of her swollen pussy. Even after 30 years, she enjoyed the sensation of a cum-filled pussy. A wantonness about it enthralled her. In one of her intimate fantasies, she envisioned many men filling her. The sentiment of all their natator competing to fertilize her egg caused a tingling in her nether regions.

Her hand trailed down over her sweaty breasts. Her tit were still engorged and sensitive. A thrill shot through her soundbox as she lightly rubbed them. There was a tenuous sunburn were whoremaster had lightly bit her nipple.

However, lately, she wanted more. The guilt engendered by her need gnawed at her. Her son, Sam, fucking her on the aeroplane awakened an aching chasm of need in her. It was an evil want, a demeaning need. It took her into the abyss of sociable and moral degradation. It was so wrong ! Still the retention of his huge untested hammer filling her pussy then plumbing the depth of her anus caused her to throb involuntarily.

Jamie rolled to a sitting position her, bare feet slapped loudly on the cool down terrazzo floor. She stood and stripped off her stew drenched gown. The imperturbability of the nighttime air caused her to shiver slightly. Her nipples hardened. She wrapped her arms over her large weeping tit as she padded softly to the shower bath.

Her movement caused toilet 's seed to leak out of her kitty. She smiled to herself at how disgusting this always made her tactile property. She loved the titillating maven of semen leaking out of her pussy and running down her thighs.

Involuntarily her intellect guesswork back to her soggy walk down the aisle of the airplane after her son, Sam, had come in her pussy and ass. Her full spinal column panties were soaked with Sam 's come. She recalled wondering if the other passengers could hear the squishy sound she made. Her eyes had shot guiltily from one anonymous boldness to the other.

Was that man in seat 23F giving her a knowing smiling ? Was there disgust on that woman 's face in hind end 19A ? Did they know she had just committed incest ? That she had fucked her barely 19-year-old son ? And yes, Gawddamit, that she had experienced orgasms like those that she had never had before ! nookie you, sit down 12C !

She shivered again as she remembered the incredible soreness. She recalled the pleasant-tasting wetness of another man ( boy 's ? ) come filling her nativity canal. She recalled the dull ached in her cunt. Sam had stretched her to her limitation and beyond. Thankfully, whoremonger had not wanted to fuck for nearly a calendar week afterward.

A tingle diffused through her torso. Her clitoris pulsed. Her anus convulsed as she recalled how Sam had impaled her with his tremendous cock.

ignominy and lust fought for prominence in her brain. She unsuccessfully tried to at once force play that shocking incident from her mind and relish the mo when she realized that it was not John but Sam who had her coming like a schoolgirl. That it was Sam who filled her anus so completely, who scratched an scabies she did not know she had.

She started to sudate profusely. Her branch felt weak. She thought she might pass out. She realized her fingers were massaging her soaking wet pussy.

You sick bitch, she thought to herself. You are getting aroused thinking about your son fucking you. But I was inebriate, she thought. whoremaster and I had drunk excessively while waiting for the carpenter's plane. She smiled as she remembered their whisper decision to unite the five-mile -high club.

Jamie, you are lying to yourself ! You knew the pecker was bigger than any you had ever had. But God it felt so expert ! Even now, she reveled in that incredible fullness. Moreover, when you realized it was Sam in your ass you let him finish. And, yes, you sick slut, you enjoyed it.

The hot water streamed over Jamie 's body. She added body wash drawing to her parasite. As she soaped her breasts and gently washed her kitty, she realized that she had crossed a bridge. She knew she could not keep fucking Sam. She also knew that she could not stop.

Her clit was always incredibly sensitive after sex. She balanced herself against the wall of exhibitioner with one deal as she thoroughly washed her pussy.

Each meter the quick study moved over her swollen clit, a thrill ran through her torso. That was unusual. Normally her hebdomadally romp with Saint John the Apostle sated her. However, in the calendar month since they returned from the funeral, she was unsatiable. She laughed to herself. Poor, baby, he is having problem keeping up !

I bet Sam could ...

halt it, quit it, stop it, she screamed to herself ! You need assist ! You are fantasizing about your son, the issue of your womb, fucking you.

Quickly Jamie rinsed off the max. She stepped from the shower bath and started toweling herself dry. She surveyed her conformation in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door.

Lord, she thought. I look like the Pillsbury doughboy ! She turned sideways to the mirror. She inhaled deeply then pressed her hands to her abdomen. The military action caused her breasts to jut out prominently.

At 5'9 '' and 200+lbs, Jamie was a big girl. The long time had softened her belly and enlarged her ass. She had a enunciate barker in front and a large jiggly ass behind. Her breasts had the distressful drug abuse of bouncing slightly when she walked.

Not bad for an old gentlewoman, she thought. Besides, I am not trying to attract men.

Her bosom had a pronounced sag. However, her nipples stood out proudly. Maybe I should set out going to a gym. Tighten thing up a little. Somewhere in the bass inlet of her mind, she knew whom she really wanted to look good for.

Jamie slipped on a cotton plant gown and buttoned it up the front end. Absently she opined that she should at to the lowest degree put on a bra and panties.

Fuck it, she thought. She moved briskly down the manse. As she passed Sam's undefended chamber doorway, she glanced in. He was bland of his binding, snoring noisily. Her optic widened as she saw his hawkshaw standing erect. It must have been 9 '' and as big around as a nose candy can. It pulsed rhythmically in tune with his beating heart.

Jamie 's hired man trailed down to her moistening pussy. She recalled the initial shock of pain as that huge piece of man center entered her pussy. She ran her fingers through her wet slit as memories of that incredible infraction flooded back.

In her mind, she screamed as she tried to labour the unclean cerebration from her lust-filled idea. Her fingers found her swollen-headed button as her anus clenched and unclenched. All of that had been in her ass ! lamb overlord, how had she managed it ?

With a will, Jamie shook herself and started down the step. She wondered if climacteric caused these hormonal upsurge. She would hit an appointed with her Doctor today. It was obvious that she could not walk around in a constant quantity state of rig arousal, particularly if her barely eighteen-year-old son was causing that arousal.

Jamie busied herself preparing breakfast for her men. She smiled dryly at the literalness of the thought. She, for the first time in her life history, was fucking two men ; one was her husband of 30 eld, the other was her 19-year-old son.

As she sliced the Solanum tuberosum, diced the Allium cepa, and blended the ball, idle thoughts ambled across her brain. Besides the physician 's designation, she needed to patronise for provisions for their motorhome. Their were driving up to the lake for the weekend. She recalled how sore her pussy and ass had been after she and Sam fucked.

Wait ! Where did that seed from ?

She felt someone number up behind her. Strong arms enveloped her. Eager hands cupped her chest. She pressed back and felt a hard rooster pressing against her ass. She wiggled a little.

'' Good dayspring, John. Breakfast will be ready in a few minute of arc ''

'' It 's not dad, mom. ``

Frantically, Jamie tried to draw away.

'' Sam, you stop this instant ! ''

Her vocalisation was business firm, classic. It called upon the deep-seated reaction required of a nipper. Sam hesitated. Then he renewed massaging of his mom 's mammilla. He ground his unbending penis into her large ass.

'' No mom. I 'm not stopping. You have been avoiding me since the airplane. ``

Sam 's vocalization quavered. There was dryness in his throat. Nevertheless, he had thought about this. He needed to know.

Jamie twisted and turned violently trying to free herself. She felt her robe riding up, exposing her bare ass.

'' Sam, dam it, finish ! '' She demanded.

Jamie realized her vox was too flashy. She did not want to fire up privy. That would be the beginning of a long conversation that could only end with the Revelation that she had fucked their son. Her life was ravel out enough. She felt her robe being pulled up.

'' I love you, mom. ``

'' baby, this form of love is sick. It 's incest. You must hold back. ``

Jamie felt her son 's huge cock sliding up and down the fissure of her ass. Reflexively she bow forward, trying to wrick out of her son 's vice like traveling bag. She felt the press of his massive dickhead against her now very wet cunt.

'' I love you, mom ''

Jamie sucked a fricative breath as she felt her son 's monolithic mushroom cloud like dick header enter her love life channel. She felt her cunt cramp in anticipation.

Oh, my god, she thought, I am losing control. She winced as Sam forced his enormous tool into her gushing wet cunt.

'' Easy, baby, easy ! Go dumb ! ``

Jamie felt a flinch of pain. Her son bottom out against her cervix. Still he pushed.

'' Wait sister, wait ! mom needs to get used to you. ``

Sam slid out and thrust back hard into his mom 's pussycat. At 19, there was no technique, just need. Each vernal thrust slammed Jamie against the sink.

Jamie worked her weaponry detached. She grabbed the edge of the cesspool. He was going to ram her through the bulwark. Still she realized she was thrusting back. She was having mini orgasms. She trembled uncontrollably. He was like a jackrabbit, pounding her unmercifully. She heard some slut moaning fuck me and realized it was her.

Almost impossibly, she felt Sam 's cock bulge. She screamed as the pain /pleasure wracked her eubstance. He is coming, she thought. My son is planting his source in my womb. The force out of his ejaculation brought her to a moaning, thrusting orgasm. She can get word him groan loudly as rope after rope if his strong, virile sperm cell filled her love channel.

Jamie was exhausted. Her knees were rubber isthmus, barely able to hold her. Her chubby little finger's breadth gripped the kitchen sink desperately. She sank to the floor, her boldness relishing the smooth chilliness of the polished wooden door. A occupation of perspiration smeared its surface.

Sam slid down with her, his young monumental magnetic pole maintaining its stead deep in his mom's now gaping pussy. Slowly he began a slower, steadier rate. He was a man possessed. Fully 8 '' of his fully 9 '' donkey like shaft was filling his mom 's pussy.

Jamie sank to her belly ; her arms splayed out over her head. Insanely she had an range of herself, on a crucifix impaled by Sam 's prick. He could not require more. He could not ! She could not drive it ! She felt each poke of his vernal eagerness push her up the tiled floor.

Even as she thought she could take no Thomas More, she felt his Ball slap her ass. He was all the way in her ! She began the animalistic growling of a kick in heat. She was dimly mindful that she was thrusting up hard to meet his unrestrained downward hammer. It feels so estimable, so fucking skilful !

She could hear his groans ; feel his sweat dropping on her back. Stunned, she felt him slap her moon shaped ass hard as he implored her to maintain piece of ass. Her son was demanding that she fuck him harder ! She did as ordered. Rising to her knees and mitt to give herself to a greater extent purchase, she began a rhythmic rocking and jabbing. She felt her magnanimous tits swinging like declamatory melons hanging from a vine.

The sounds of ass hitting private parts filled the kitchen, flesh on build. The bitch in heat was crying in exhaustion and lust. He slapped her ass again, urging her on !

'' filling momma 's pussy ! Pump your ejaculate deep in me. brand momma your cunt ! ``

From a aloof quoin of her mind, came a feeling of intense embarrassment. A female parent should not babble to her teenage son this way. However, mothers should not fuck their sons either.

She felt his cock swelling inside her as he began to come again. He thrust hard forward repeatedly, pumping Jamie full. Her orgasm matched his, causing her to thrust back hard, accepting the gift of his come deep in her welcoming womb.

'' Jamie, is breakfast ready, '' St. John asked from upstairs.

The kitchen air stank of their swither. In the hallway above was uncovering, shame, and laying waste. They could get wind John the Evangelist moving down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall toward the steps.

Despite herself, Jamie pussycat spasmed as she squirted her contribution to combine with Sam 's ejaculate. Sam had a handwriting on either side of his mom 's pleasant-tasting ass. He stared upward. Jamie was trying to talk but her hips had a brain of their own. She kept rocking back.

I must do him, stop him before… `` About 10 minutes, John. '' Her voice was squealing, wavering.

'' Are you ok, dear ? You sound odd. ``

Jamie heard John Lackland take a few dance step down the hall. A few more and he would have a full view of this erotic incestuous scene. I 'm still cumming ! Oh my Jehovah ! I 'm still cumming !

`` I 'm finely. But do n't you make bold derive down to my kitchen until you shower. ``

She heard him chortle and his footfall head back toward their bedroom.

'' consider it out Sam. ``

Sam was in a trance. Jamie reached back, placed a script in his pectus and pushed. She could have sworn she heard a popping audio as her son 's monolithic schlong slid slowly out of her aching pussy.

'' Go clean up ! '' She pointed to the downstairs bathroom.

'' I love you, mom ! ``

'' I love you too, infant ! ``

Jamie turned back to the sink. She returned to fixing breakfast. Her manpower trembled slightly. She straightened her robe and rebuttoned it. As she added Francis Bacon to the sizzling skillet, she felt her son 's come oozing out of her pussy. Its warmness caused her to shiver deliciously as it ran down her thigh.

As she turned the bacon, Sam came out of the bathroom.

'' Watch the bacon for mommy while I clean up. ``

'' Ok mom, '' Sam said somewhat shyly.

Jamie saw his self-distrust. She also saw he was still semi hard. Maker, she thought, what am I going to do ?

In the bath, she wet a towel. She quickly washed her son 's come from her thighs and puss. She held the towel close to her intrude and inhaled the aroma. Impulsively, she stuffed the come soaked towel in her mouth and sucked it hungrily.

She got a piddling dizzy.

What now, she thought ruefully, what now ?

Chapter 4

John nearly caught his wife and son fucking in the kitchen. He had stood at the top of the stairs while they were caught up in their fleshly act of incest. Jamie had been on her helping hand and knee joint thrusting her ass back hard against Sam ` s dick, rutting like a gripe in heat. He might have heard her begging for Thomas More of his son 's monolithic tool. He might birth seen his son smacking his wife ` s fat ass, calling her a bitch and urging her to bed harder. However, he had not.

Now he sat next to the boy who cuckold him sharing Jamie 's excellent Spanish nut and Roger Bacon. There were piles of hot buttered toast. The glass hurler brimmed with fresh squeezed Orange juice. The fragrant smell of cinnamon rolls wafted through the air.

John the Evangelist ` s master concern was that Sam act more than responsibly, more like a man. One day he would inherit all he had. He thought his married woman pampered the boy too much. He thought the boy would never be a man if Jamie kept pampering him. She needed to be firmer with the boy. After all, one day he would run the business.

'' What 's so funny ? '' John asked.

'' What dad ? '' Sam mumbled absently, his oral cavity stuffed with food.

'' I asked what was so laughable. You are sitting there with your mouth full grinning like an idiot. ``

'' Oh, I do n't know, dad. Many thing ! I 'm off to college in a few workweek. I was thinking of how often I was going to escape you and mom ! I 'll leave out the good times we had. ``

Jamie 's face reddened. She understood what the good times were. The pleasant aching in her puss reminded her what she would miss.

Your wife, my mother, our charwoman ! We share her, old man ! How 's that for being a man ? Sam thought.




Chapter 5
Jamie busied herself preparing food for the one-year household vacation. Each year the sept spent respective weekends at the lake. It was one of those rite that all category had. John purchased a lot on this lake and was having a cabin built.

She also mentally get up herself for three days of close contact with John the Divine and Sam. She smiled quietly as she reminisced about the tightness of her family. john was a good married man and provider. He tended to be a little officious but he meant well.

He was a dandy lover. True, he was only the second cock she had but it satisfied her. Aside from that first sweaty encounter in the backseat of a Chevy, Jamie 's stallion intimate experience was with King John. An outsider might say that their sex was one dimensional, that it lacked kind and spice. But it is a truism of life that you ca n't drop what you never had !

This year was dissimilar. Sam would be leaving for college shortly after they got back. This may be the last metre for these kind of family holiday. She felt her panty dampen as she thought about the other matter that was dissimilar about this vacation. She was fucking her son !

She felt the engagement and moral ambiguity of that forbidden relationship. That first time on the airplane may be charged off to too much alcohol and mistaken identity. But there was no exculpation for the other forenoon on the kitchen floor. Jamie knew that was unseasonable. She knew she should have been the firm one. She had no idea what was untimely with her. For the umpteenth she thought about menopause. But none of the literature said anything about it increasing your desire for incest.

The planned early Friday sunup start was lost when John the Evangelist ` s berth called about a lost shipment. He hurried to handle this potential disaster.

While he was gone, Sam and Jamie finished loading the food, alcohol, and sundry other items they would need for their weekend head trip. Throughout this process, Sam took every opportunity he could to palpate up his mom.

He would slide past her in the tight confines of the cab over and let his cock rub across her ample ass. He seemed to find many chance to `` accidentally '' stir her bosom. Sam was like a kid in a candy store. His female parent was the forbidden Sweet and he could n't block off lusting for her.

For her parting, Jamie felt a mystifying signified of guilt and personal responsibility. In her mind, she had caused her son to behave this way. She believed that she had been sapless and it was causing her son to act out, to see her as a sex object.

An outside observer would have noted that despite 30 years of married couple, Jamie was sexually inexperienced and somewhat sexually repressed. While satisfying, her sex life with her husband had a unglamorous monotony. Sam released a intimate demon. A demon that clawed at the facing of repression that hid her volcanic libido. She was a volcano quick to burst forth in an orgy of excess.

Late in the morning, Jamie was on her hired hand and articulatio genus storing can goods into the lower cabinets. bathroom was fussy about how things were packed away and she wanted to be sure as shooting that he was not annoyed with her. His fastidiousness was a real pain sometime.

She wore an old wife beater tee shirt that was perhaps a size or two too humble. The swither shorts she wore were just a affect too tight. She had rationalized that she needed old clothes for the hot tedious task of preparing the RV for the road. If suggested to her that this type of dress might fan the flaming of lust her 19-year-old son felt for her, that she was in fact dressing to excite him, she would give birth indignantly denied it.

His mom 's frock was not lost on Sam. In his mind, she was a summation size variant of a schnoz 's waitress. The tee shirt, the tight shorts had him in a constant state of arousal. Transfixed, he covertly watched his mom bend, reaching, and kneeling. Her braless boob bounced disturbingly. When she bent over to reach a dispirited locker, the already tight shortstop, stretched and strained to hold their contents.

Finally, driven by lust, he came up behind her, grabbed her trunks and pulled them down. Jamie struggled, at once frightened and aroused by his display of ascendance. Sam had her boxers and scanty around her knees. Embarrassed, Jamie felt her pussycat lubricating as she struggled to get away. She was enjoying this fierce stimulation. And when Sam got his cock at the entranceway to her dripping snatch, she did labour back. But as the fat head word of his enormous turncock tried to force its way into her all too willing dearest muddle, the angel of social properness screamed its displeasure in her ear. Jamie fought to get her emotions under control.

'' Goddammit Sam, stop it ! ``

Despite her head buzzing with her unbelievable state of arousal, even though she could palpate juice running down her rich thighs, she managed her good `` mom is pissed voice."Sam stopped, his overly large mushroom shaped gumshoe head word barely splitting his mom ` s cunt. The little head said slam home. However, the big head responded to 19 yr of parental conditioning. He pulled out.

'' Aaawwwww mom ! We have sentence. Dad wo n't be home for at to the lowest degree an hour ! ``

Jamie turned and sat on her butt. Her trunks and panties were around her mortise joint, her peg spread at the knees. She was cognizant that Sam 's gaze was fixed on her intumesce pussy sassing and wet, matted pubic hair. Her own gaze was riveted on Sam 's 9 '' -inch hammer as it pointed rigidly at the ceiling of the RV.

'' Sam, I am NOT one of your little bawd from school ! I am your MOTHER !

Jamie was building to a righteous philippic. She was going to put an end to this incest thing. However, as she gathered herself to plunge a battery of maternal scandalisation, both she and Sam froze at the sound of a intimate voice.

'' Jamie ! Sam ! Where are you hombre ? ``

John was home. Sam was first to react, pulling his shorts up and forcing his tumescent love pole back in. It lay flat against his abdomen, trapped by the waistband. He hurriedly pulled his tee shirt over it to hide the 4 '' that rested against his paunch. Still the gibbousness was unmistakable.

'' hello ! Anybody home ? ``

Jamie 's legs were hogtied by her shorts around her ankles. In a fevered panic, her middle wide as saucers, she yanked ineffectually at her dress. Seeing his mom was paralyzed with fear, Sam grabbed her blazon and pulled her to her fundament. He knelt in her front of her, grabbed her shorts and began to pull them up.

However, Sam was 19. Hormones coursed through his veins like white water in a river rapids. His face was even with his mom ` s dripping wet pussy. The nipping aroma of her arousal filled his nostrils. Impulsively Sam buried his aspect in his mom 's bristly womanhood. He forced his natural language between her still swollen labia and licked hungrily.

For the get-go clock time in her 45 years, a mouth was on Jamie 's sex. Conflicting thoughts raced uncontrolled through her judgement. She worried that she was so sweaty and aroused. She wished she had showered. What was he doing with her clitoris ? It felt unbelievable ! John was coming, John was coming ! This is so wrong ! O my piece of tail god I 'm coming !

'' Oh ass ! screwing ! ``

Reflexively Jamie grabbed her son 's head. Her eyes rolled back in her drumhead as she desperately tried to push him away. Then she pressed his face hard into her erupting pussycat. She came hard, her prominent pelvis pumping against her son 's face.

Sam pulled back, licking his rim at the fragrant juice that covered his face. He finished helping his mom pull her clothes up. He turned and stepped to the door. He saw his dad ` s back as he started up the driveway.

Sam looked back. His mom had her back to him. Her heading was bowed and she was using the counter to support.

'' We are in here, dad ! ``

Chapter 6
Sam was two hours into the four-hour drive to the lake. Sitting at the table behind him, his parents were well on their way to getting drunk. John 's excuse was the stress generated by the screw up at work.

Jamie was acutely aware of her son not four base away. Her puss was still tingling. As she maintained her end of the inane drunken conversation, in her psyche she replayed the moment Sam had taken her clit in his mouthpiece and sucked it. Even now her knees got weak. She recalled feeling his spit as it penetrated her labia. It was like a Gallic buss, so insinuate, so shake up.

Her pussy flooded her panties. The wet stickiness only increased her arousal. The sex demon had clawed the shoemaker's last vestige of repression from Jamie 's libido. There was a high temperature in her thighs like she had never felt. She crossed and recrossed her wooden leg. tone, yes almost hearing, her flooded pussy react.

Jamie did not make love it, but she had crossed a room access. She liked getting her pussy licked. She wanted more. She continued to match her husband drinkable for drink.

Creator, she thought, I can still reek my arousal. My step-in are soaked. I ` m in heating plant for my teenage son ! What sort of beef am I ?


Sam guided the RV off the expressway. Behind him, he could discover the snoring of his mom and dad. As usual, when they had complimentary time, they drank and then fucked. Sam had listened intently to the sound of their love life. His dad was not much on foreplay. Sam knew that from the many nighttime he had listened at the uncouth rampart between their bedrooms.

As best as he could figure, dad was a missionary guy. He sucked mom 's pap, fingered her cunt, and then climbed into the saddle. Nevertheless, the old guy had stamina. They went 25-30 mo before dad popped. In addition, mom was a screamer !

About 2 stat mi outside town he saw the sign for the right wing crook onto the road leading to the lake. The road changed from asphalt to gravel as it wound through the trees toward the lake.

Sam also suspected that his dad was old shoal and did not eat pussy. Sam smiled. He was licking pussycat before he fucked. In his roach of friends, the girls gave paw and C jobs. The guy got to feel up, suck their mamilla and lap up their puss. In those days before the lozenge, a adolescent pregnancy was disastrous.

Sam turned left at their road. The tree closed in on either side. Presently he saw the black vanity of the lake. A necklace of diamond like lights that marked the other property circling it. The headlamp of the motorhme caught the skeletal giant of the bare cabin.

Sam pulled past it and parked so that the door of RV faced the lake with the other side facing the incomplete cabin. The blackness of night closed in when he turned off the headlight. Sam flipped on an interior sparkle. In the dim illumination, he could see the outline of his parents in the queen-size bed in the rear. He rummaged through a drawer and found a flashlight.

He stretched and stepped toward the door. He grabbed a lawn chair and a beer from the fridge. He flipped off the inside light and turned on the flashlight. The yellow cone of light pierced the darkness. It provided a corridor of Light Within through the all-embracing dark. He took two steps down into starless total darkness of the night.

Chapter 7
Jamie woke in the stifling heat of the RV. She was naked, covered only in a thin luster of sudor. next to her, John snored loudly. The tight confines of the back of the RV held the olfactory property of their lovemaking. She rose and walked naked to the front. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, the angel of social propriety warned her to cover her nudity. Her son was somewhere near. The daimon of incest and lust said fuck it.

Jamie turned on an Interior brightness. Sam must be outside. She sighed and went to the closet. She found a robe. It was an old affair that she had for several class. The weight she gained made it rally higher on her body. It hit her mid-thigh. The clit strained to hold back her 38D's.

The air was sultry. The eminent humidity and suffocating heat promised a summer storm soon. The katydid 's repetitious song filled the air. As Sam was taking a swig of the ice-cold beer, he heard the a doorway receptive behind him. He glanced back and saw his mom silhouetted by the Interior Department light clad in her old robe.

'' Out here, mom ! ``

He turned on the flashlight to unhorse her way. Jamie grabbed a beer and switched off the interior light.

He could see her carrying a death chair and the beer in the yellow cone of light from the flashlight. Sam went over, grabbed his mom ` s chairperson and set it up next to his. After they both settle in the chairs, Sam turned off the torch. The darkness settled in like a melanise velvet blanket. Though they were only a few groundwork apart, they could barely urinate out each early 's shape.

'' My god, the heat is unbelievable ! '' Jamie said thickly. She was still feeling the effects of the alcohol she and her married man had drunk.

'' Yes, I think we are going to get a electric storm in the next few daylight. ``

In the midst still summer air, Sam was acutely aware of the intimate musk his mom exuded. He felt his dick harden as he inhaled this heady aroma.

Jamie knew she needed a shower. She thought that she must smell like a Capricorn the Goat. She was hot and sweaty. She was leaking her hubby 's come. Her snatch was still muffle and well. Her arousal had begun some 5 hours ago with Sam. That was followed by a very satisfying fuck in the RV with her husband. Wickedly, she wondered if Sam had heard her screams of mania. Inwardly she hoped he had. She was instantly ashamed of herself.

'' Want another beer, mom ? ``

'' Yes baby, thank you. ``

Jamie undid the buttons on her robe. She pulled it back and exposed herself to the sultry night air. In the length, she heard the thrum of a powerboat on the lake. Her hand drifted to her overheated sex. A thrill shooting through her physical structure as she touched her clit. She dipped a finger in her het cauldron. It came out coated in her juice and bathroom 's cum.

Tentatively she moved her finger's breadth to her mouth. It was an odd perceptiveness but not that unpleasant. She added a finger and scooped out more. She sucked hungrily. A shadowy retentiveness of the taste came to her. That commencement prison term in the Chevy ! Her head was forced down on her escort 's shaft. She recalled the heady pleasantness of his pre-cum, the musk of his arousal.

John hated oral sex. They never did it. She convinced herself that she did not ask it.

When Sam came back with the unopened beers, he walked up behind his mom and playfully put the cold can on her neck. She shrieked and jumped up. Playfully she tried to catch him. He scooted away toward the lake. She cut him off. She grabbed him around the waist. They fell in a heap on the grass, both giggling loudly.

Sam felt Jamie 's nakedness under him. He ran his mitt over her soundbox. He recalled a public figure from art category, Rubenesque. It was used to report the women painted by the Flemish dialect artist Rubens. They were all full-figured fair sex. His mom was Rubenesque.

In the dark, their lips met. Sam pressed his tongue hotly against his mom ` s trembling lips. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Jamie allowed his knife to introduce her mouth. Sam probed deep, pushing Jamie 's tongue into the recesses of her mouth. She responded by dueling with his knife for entryway into the asylum of his mouth.

Sam 's hand found the plump down nipple of his mother 's chest. He squeezed it roughly and pulled it, eliciting throaty groan from Jamie. In tour, her hand slid between their stew soaked body and found his rigid dick. She pumped it vigorously, marveling that her finger's breadth could barely circle its circumference. Sam groaned loudly from his mom ` s stroking.

He slid slowly down her eubstance, pausing to nip lightly on each pap, eliciting a near screaming from Jamie as she writhed under him. He drew his clapper down her belly causing Jamie to start thrusting her articulatio coxae violently up and down. When his tongue flicked her belly button, she screamed into the midnight black shadow of the summertime night as her orgasm overtook her.

Jamie felt her orgasm burst wetly from her. She soaked Sam 's tee shirt with the volume and strength of her handout. Still Sam moved downward. His tongue traced the intemperately precis of her bonnet, licked lightly at her love button.

Jamie 's orgasm was almost continuous now. She growled and snarled like an brute of the night. In self-defense, Sam wrapped his branch around his mother 's thrusting hips. He buried his face in the pungent chap of her erupting slit, constantly spewed the molten lava of her spewing sex.

Sam thrust two finger's breadth into the scalding heat of her cunt. If he could accept seen her eyes, he would see the educatee rolled back in her headspring. She was a woman possessed. At 45, she was experiencing sex as she never had before.

Sam turned slowly. He pulled his mom slightly to her side. He helped her raise one leg and then buried his grimace in the love arch formed. He was drunk with the mouldy redolence of her pussy. He lapped greedily at her pussy. What was that penchant ? Oh yes, he thought ! His dad he come in her ! He greedily licked the heavy cream, his head almost exploding at the incredible sensation.

Jamie was having an out of consistency experience. Despite the utter darkness, she thought she could see her son between her legs. Something hit her in the face. She reached and touched Sam 's man meat. She licked and it and tasted his sweatiness. She heard the blood roaring in her pinna as she kissed the mushroom. With an try, she managed to get her sass around it. Her jaw ached but she had it in her mouth. Jamie rose to one elbow and used her free hand to stroke her son 's manhood.

Sam had his mom 's clit in his lip. His thumb was in her pussy and his finger's breadth penetrated her ass. Jamie bucked hard against Sam 's mouth. She was riding waves of climax, edifice to a summit, and dropping to a gutter only to prove again.

Sam knew he was going to add up. He felt that scabies in his scrotum that moved into his testicle. He pumped his cock hard into his mom 's mouth. Jamie 's spittle was drooling out the nook of her mouth. Almost impossibly, she felt Sam 's cock growing in her rima oris. As she bucked against his mouth, he exploded in hers. The force play of his interjection forced her forefront back. She caught a firing hose sized stream of Sam 's man juice in her backtalk. It gagged her and she began to cough. This caused the respite of his steaming man succus to assault her eye, drenched her whisker and inundated her breasts.

She rolled on her dorsum. wiz coursed through her body like saccade of electricity. Her heart beat like a trip-up hammer. She could not get her breathing space. She felt like she was dying. Never, never in her life sentence had she experienced sex like this. The fact that her son did it added an unholy quality.

She was no longer conflicted about fucking her son. She craved his cock. She needed it as she need air to breath or piddle to drink.

And, just when she thought she would pass out, when her wear body wanted to rest, she felt the weight of her son 's body press down on her. The bulbous head of Sam 's tremendous cock slide between her labia. She realized that the moaning she was hearing was her as her birth canal expanded to its limits to hold her son.

'' Say it, mom ! Say what you want. ``

'' I want you to get laid mammy, fuck her severely. ``

'' Do you like fucking me ? ``

Jamie thrust up to assemble her son 's tool. `` At first base I thought it was amiss. I was ashamed that I wanted you so practically. Now I ca n't live without it. ``

Sam began a dumb steadily shot, getting half of his cock in her. They both could hear the wet spongy auditory sensation of their lovemaking. Incredibly, Jamie 's lust grew, her wetness increased and Sam 's peter went inscrutable. In a red daze of cacoethes, she wondered how much deeper he could go, how much she could take.

Who was that screaming, Jamie thought ? It sounded like some unwarranted animal. She realized it was her. She laughed to herself. She sounds like some cock-crazed slut !

She groaned loudly as Sam 's stopcock hit her cervix. Still he pounded and she screamed. Jamie was orgasming so hard and so often that the smoke under them was pat with her juices. Still she wanted more.

Sam braced himself on his human knee and arm as Jamie wrapped her legs around his rear and her limb around his cervix. She repeatedly lifted herself off the smoke, thrusting herself up against his dick. She needed more ! She wanted it mysterious !

Sam felt his seed filling his balls. He felt the unutterable wiz of his seed coursing up his shaft and exploding into his mom 's snatch. Jamie fell back on the pasturage. Her weapon spread out as if she was on a cross. Her legs trembled as she felt her son thrust three, four, and five, 6 sentence as his seed filled her pussy and penetrated her cervix.

He collapsed on top of Jamie, exhausted, but surprisingly still heavy. They were both drenched in sweat and bodily fluids. They breathed heavily. Sam rolled off his mom and onto his spinal column. Their finger's breadth entwined, they stared into the calamitous canopy of night.

'' Baby, that was unbelievable ! ``

'' Thank you, mom ''

'' And your father has never, never kissed me down there ! My toes actually curled ! ``

'' You like me kissing your pussy, mom ? ``

She tittered. There was an incongruity in their conversation. She was laying future to her son discussing oral sex. She squeezed his hired man. `` I love it ! ``

mother and son lay partially clothed, recovering in the afterglow of their tryst. Jamie ` s robe was a sodden flock. She felt a slight tingle as her sweat rolled over her nipples were Sam had nibbled her teat. She was exhausted but sated like never before.

'' What the hell is all that interference out there ? ``

There was no haste to get up. They both realized that their relationship had entered a new form. Saint John the Apostle was not to be feared. find would still be catastrophic but was perhaps inevitable. Besides, the incredible darkness of the moonless night prevented him from seeing them.

'' Hi dearest ! Sam and I were goofing around. Sorry we woke you up. ``

Gospel According to John stood in the doorway and peered into the black swarthiness. He could not crap out the forms of his wife son lying side by side.

'' King John, grab some beers and a professorship and bring together us. ``

Sam and Jamie straightened their clothes, went back to their death chair, and sat down facing the lake. Jamie 's hired man went to her son 's hard peter and lightly stroked it. Sam 's deal went to his mom 's cunt. He stroked it lightly. Their juice covered his hand. He brought his finger's breadth, coated with his seed, his father 's and his mother 's succus and licked them. His cock jumped. He reached over and pressed his coated fingerbreadth against his mother 's mouth.

She took her son 's fingers in her lip and licked them clean. She marveled at being filled with the juices of the two men and in her liveliness and how goodness they tasted.

John brought out the beers and his electric chair. He plopped down, took a cryptic gulp of his beer. His deal found his married woman 's thigh. He slowly stroked Jamie 's fully thigh while Sam 's hand was stroking his mom 's slit. Jamie covered Sam 's hand and pressed it into her pussy.

When St. John the Apostle tried to impress his hand up Jamie 's thigh to her pussy, she stopped him.

'' stop consonant, Gospel According to John, I 'm stock ! ``

John smiled in the darkness, thinking about the sex they had while Sam was driving.

'' That was quite a physical exercise, was n't it ? ``

Jamie felt her son 's finger enter her. She covered his helping hand with hers and pushed his finger deeper in her. With her other, she continued stroking Sam 's cock.

'' Yes, toilet, it was quite a exercising ! ``


Chapter 8
Jamie lay quietly in bed. Her husband Saint John the Apostle snored loudly adjacent to her. With the affection borne of 30 long time of spousal relationship, she reached over and lightly stroked his arm. Theirs was a dependable marriage. ahead of time on, they had struggled, working hard to build their import/export business and to get to screw each other.

The business was doing very well. Their marriage ceremony was sound. Their sex life was adequate.

They had sex at least once per hebdomad. She smiled as she added a mental caveat : more if they were drinking. Last week on the house tripper to the lake they fucked two of the four days they were there. They even had sex while Sam, their son, was driving them to the lake in their RV.

Jamie realized that her pussy moistened as she thought about Sam. A moving ridge of lust tinged washed over her as she thought about Sam. They had fucked twice also on that Lapp trip. She realized that she was stroking John 's arm while her other hired man rubbed her pussy through her gown.

Jamie 's grin broadened as she thought of her 45-year-old pussy taking two turncock and four load of come in four twenty-four hours. She pulled her gown up to set aside her finger admission to her now dripping pussy. I 'm becoming quite the slut, she thought.

She always loved the squishy touch sensation of a seed filled puss. She used to go to the office staff with John with her pussy full-of-the-moon of his seed. Her breath grew ragged as she fingered her pussy. Those were the days ! !

Jamie let her thumb pealing over her clit. Her consistency bucked with the vivid pleasure that caused. Now she had a new memory to care for. It had happened the second day at the lake.

Sam pitched a tent in the skeletal framework of the bare lake cabin. The put-on was he would be the first gear household extremity to slumber in the cabin.

Jamie and whoremaster shared some hard cider he picked up in township. They shared the cider along with the idle chat that long married duo have. They had discussed the programme for finishing the cabin, the sound financial shape of the family business, chin wagging about their friends and, ultimately, Sam leaving for college in two weeks.

Jamie recalled the intense feeling of lost she felt. Her babe was leaving the nest. He would be living away from home for the first time ever. She felt the odd concoction of dread and felicity of a mother watching her baby take that first of all tentative step.

She had also felt the hungriness that one feels when you lose a fan. The emptiness seemed to fill not only her mettle but also her soul. Her stomach turned reacting to her tactual sensation of lost. Fucking her son was wrong. It was base and illegal. It was also the most intense mental and physical connection she had every felt for any human being being.

This proceeds of her womb, that miracle of life created in her and add Forth River squalling into the world, had created an indelible paternal bond. Their incestuous coupling added an ineffable dimension to that maternal bond.

Ultimately, she and John the Divine were drunk. They had retired to the bedroom in the can of the RV. They were never much on foreplay. They undressed hurriedly. They lay facing in each other in bed kissing. Jamie had felt her wetness grow as John dutifully fingered her bore snatch. John 's prick had grown to its semi strict richness from her much practiced stroking.

From the forbidden recess of her mind, she had flashed back to her and Sam lying head to toe, his mouth and tongue pleasuring every crevice of her gushing pussy. She had groaned loudly as her husband cock entered her wet pussy and she recalled her son 's peter throbbing hotly in her mouth.

She wrapped her legs around her husband 's back and push up hard to meet John 's pressing pounding. As they embraced and kissed while coupling with the indecorum of a long-married couple, her kitty gushed with wetness recalling Sam forcing her orgasm with his sassing while he pumped his germ into her mouth.

As John 's thrusting grew more urgent, bringing them both to their mutual orgasm, she screamed in warmth memory that day on the kitchen floor. She was on her articulatio genus with Sam fucking her bow-wow style, terrified that can would catch them, but More rouse then she had ever been as her son, her much loved only nipper, the focus of her life, smacked her ass, urging her on.

When St. John collapsed on top of her, spent and exhausted, she lovingly rubbed his backbone. She could finger that deliciously wicked feeling she always had when her kitty-cat was full of sperm. They kissed and he rolled off her. Shortly she heard his even breathing followed by his loud snoring.

Jamie stood and walked naked the short distance to the motorhome 's bathroom to cleanse up. She had paused with her hand on the boss. Without foster hesitation, she had covered the short distance to door. She opened it. As she padded nude across the grassy expanse to the unfinished cabin, she had felt the estrus rising in her pussy as John Lackland 's seed leaked from her pussy and ran down her thigh.

It had been easy to find Sam 's illume collapsible shelter. She unzipped the opening and crawled in.

Sam had greeted her warmly. He too was naked. His 19-year-old dick was rigid and erect. They kissed with the urging only hush-hush lovers can make out. She wantonly stroked his cock. He murmured his thanks as his fingers entered her occur filled pussy.

For the s time in less than 30 min, eagre man marrow penetrated her twat. For the second time that night, she had wrapped her fat thigh around a fan and accepted his source into her birth canal. Jamie again felt the salacious wickedness of a come filled pussy.

For the second fourth dimension in her sprightliness, she lay fountainhead to toe with her lover affectionately licking each other clean and jerk. Again, for the second time in her life history, their mutual cleaning led to an earth-shaking sexual climax. She had drenched Sam with her juices while she choked trying to get down every spurt of his copious ejaculation.

They lay next to each other in the humid tent. They caressed each other as they whispered the gratifying zilch all lovers whisper after sex, even when those lovers were mother and son.

Jamie rose and walked across the floor to the shower. She stripped off her cotton scrubs. The steaming hot body of water felt honest on her pelt. She used her sponge to work up a good lather. Jamie thought about the coming day as she scrubbed each of her large chest. She knew the next few twenty-four hours would be hectic.

They had an eight-hour drive to State College to throw away Sam off. For the umpty, umpth metre she felt the miscellanea of anxiety and lost at the sentiment. She placed one leg on the teakwood commode as she scrubbed her thigh and pussy.

As she washed her hair, she idly planned the last house breakfast for a piece. She knew it needed to be hearty for her men. She smiled to herself ... '' her men '' ! She did have two men in her life-time. She loved them both mightily and differently.

She marveled at where she was in her lifespan. She was fucking 3, 4, 5 times a week. Her son was young, virile and insatiable. The more they fucked, the more she wanted to fuck. She found herself planning for stolen moments with Sam.

And the oral sex ! It was indescribable in its amour. She was addicted to it. Like any freak she experienced detachment when she could not have it.

Jamie let the hot water rinse the remaining shampoo from her hairsbreadth and body. She stepped from the rain shower and grabbed a big fluffy towel. Vigorously she dried her hair and dead body. She lingered briefly on her clit. The soft roughness was almost like Sam 's tongue. She mentally shook herself. Behave, she thought laughing !

Jamie reached for her drawn terrycloth fabric robe. She hesitated. Then she rummaged through her cupboard. She found the pink satin robe she was looking for. It was part of a role-play outfit John the Divine had given her many valentine 's Days ago. It included an impossibly bantam G-string and a ledge bra.

She found the thong and slipped into it. The bantam triangle of cloth disappeared into her labia. Well, she thought I HAVE gained a few pounds. She slipped out of it, realizing the thong and bra were now too lowly. The gown fit her snugly. Where once it had dropped to just above her knees, it now hit her mid-thigh.

She pirouetted in front of the full-length mirror. In back, the robe covered her sizable ass and dropped a few inch below it. The figurehead tied covered her 38D ... barely ! She giggled as she moved down the hallway. Her guys would be bug eyed. She paused briefly at Sam 's bedchamber door. She sighed. She moved overstep his room and on down to the kitchen.

Jamie did not think of this way but she was like an junkie. High risk sex with her son was the drug. She needed to go frigidness turkey from the addiction of her son 's cock or she would never kick the monkey off her back.

Upstairs the men in Jamie 's life history were awakening.

Saint John rolled over, wiped the sopor from his oculus and grabbed his blackberry. A quick perusing of text, email and the former forms of electronic business sector management showed him that Worldwide Export/import had survived the dark. He fired off a text to his General manager reminding him that he, John the Evangelist, would be travelling with his kinsfolk taking his son to college. He then headed for the shower.

Sam was in the dreaming body politic that lies between quietus and being awake. His hand firmly gripped his morning woodwind as the woman 's face sucking his hammer in this dream DoS slowly resolved into his mother 's. A smiling cattle farm across his face as he climbed to full moon wakefulness. Two thoughts fought for bulge : he was leaving for college today. The early was how very much he was going to neglect his parents, especially his mom.

The fragrance of frying Sir Francis Bacon invaded his nostrils. Suddenly he was ravenous. He slipped on some jean drawers and walked hurriedly downstairs.

His lip dropped open at what he saw in kitchen. His mom had her back to the steps. A garden pink satin robe barely covered her amaze ass. Aware that his Father-God would soon be down, he crept up behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. As he hugged her, he gently squeezed her tits.

Jamie jumped as she felt herself enveloped in a couplet of strong tanned weapon system. She had no doubt who it was. She felt Sam 's big cock mill into her all too willing ass as he kissed her neck and massaged her breasts.

'' Mmm Mmmm that flavour ripe, baby ! ``

'' estimable morning, mom. '' Sam breathed into his mom 's ear.

'' turn back it, Honey ! Your dad will be down shortly. ``

Reluctantly, Sam released his mother and sat down at the kitchen table. His gaze wandered hungrily over her barely adorn body.

'' trade good god, Jamie ! You are dam near bare ! '' John intoned angrily from the bottom of the stairs.

'' Gospel According to John, shut up and sit down ! '' Jamie barked back. `` All the vital contribution are covered ! ``

'' sweetness jezuz, Darling River, at least delay until Sam is gone ! ``

Like a viewer at a tennis peer, Sam 's head moved back and Forth River following the exchange.

John sat at the kitchen remit lining Sam, his back to Jamie at the stove. She walked up behind him and kissed his baldhead.

'' full point fussing and eat your breakfast. We have a hanker drive today. ``

Chapter 9


As roomy as the Cobra motorhome was, Sam 's clothes, stereoscopic photograph, 50 '' flat screen out TV and sundry early particular filled the Interior Department. They elected to use the kitchen as reposition. That left just the rear end bedroom. Sam and can would share the driving ; Jamie was uncomfortable driving this bus like vehicle.

She sat on the judiciary seat watching the back of her two men as they discussed road conditions. Was it only three months since that aeroplane drive that had opened her eyes to new vistas of sex ? Three calendar month since Sam had taken her on that living changing plane flight ? She hardly recognized the person she had become.

For three months, she had two cock servicing her. With each mile she was coming closer to being a one cock woman. She giggled at her characterization of herself. There would always be the vacation and the summers.

Saint John broke her reverie when he came to the rear of the cabin. He plopped down wearily across from her.

'' sister, we are not going to make State College today. This pelting has slowed us to a Australian crawl. ``

Almost since leaving their driveway, they had been crawling through a downpour. They were barely making 20 mph.

'' There is a rest expanse about a mile down the road. We are going to deplume in and expect for the storm to pass. ``

Chapter 10

Jamie lay wide awake next to her husband. The unceasing drumming of the belated summer rain on the metal cap of their RV combined with the frequent lightning and roar were keeping her awake. The bedroom was stifling. The privacy drape pulled across the entrance to the back end bedroom restricted airflow.

She glanced at the pall that separated the bedroom from the balance of the RV. Sam was just beyond the mantle sleeping on the kitchen bed. Saint John was unusually tire. He fell asleep while she was playing with his cock. She sighed. They were both heavy. John 's Doctor of the Church had warned him to drop off weight and cut the stress in his life.

Jamie sat up on the side of the bed. She was uneasy, concerned about her and John 's health, and incredibly horny. Again, she glanced at the curtain. Sam was just the former side of that flimsy divide. She had watched him strip to just his boxer. She knew he had a partial hard on. He always did !

She was tempted to give suck her husband 's dick. However she knew that disgusted him. In 30 years of marriage it only happened once or twice. Both times they were drunk. However, she needed to feel man marrow in her mouth. Four months, she thought. In four months, I 've become a cock crazy slut.

Unconsciously she licked her lip. They were never into oral exam sex. It just had not been their thing. The era they came from was more conservative sexually. Hell, she thought, once doggy expressive style was considered kinky !

However, Sam had opened the globe of oral sex to her. She smiled to herself. Her 19-year-old son had expanded her intimate universe.

Jamie was wet with stimulation as she recalled 69ing with her son. Her pump rate increased and a light sheen of elbow grease appeared on her forehead. She shivered as the idea of the sheer affaire of that act. Your lover 's cock pulsing in your mouth while his tongue invaded your chthonian realm, the viva voce sharing of intimate corporal fluids could not be more erotic. That was followed by the swelling as you felt his seed engorge his penis, then to have him fulfill your sass and belly with his sperm was just incredible.

Oral sex was an dependency now. She craved it. She awoke at night with her mouth making a wet-nurse motion. A few Clarence Day ago, tossing carefulness to the wind, she sneaked down to Sam 's bedroom and woke him sucking his dick. Her body quaked as she recalled him pulling her on top and licking her to a soul shaking climax. All the while his bedroom door was open.

Her kitty ached with need. Her ears roared with strait of blood rushing through her vein. Hungrily she stared at the curtain. He was just a few foundation away. If they were very quiet ... !

Jamie mentally shook herself. Stop it, she thought angrily, stop it ! You are getting yourself wrought up for aught. You can not suck Sam 's putz with Gospel According to John sleeping less than six feet away ! That would be crazy !

The other thing sex with her son reawakened in her was her show-off stripe. Add in high spirits risk and her body hummed with need. Jamie stood and moved stealthily through the curtain. As she began to allay it to the side, lightning crackled loudly through the Nox sky, illuminating the interior. A marvelous clack of skag followed it.

John bolted vertical, shocked awake by the intensity of the lightning and scag. In the light, he saw Jamie stone's throw through the curtain into the cab. Probably going to the can, he thought groggily.

He was dozing off when he thought he heard a groan. John sat up on one cubital joint and tried to peer through the darkness. Lightning flashed followed by the roll of thunder. John saw the take in outline of Jamie kneeling over their son. What the Hades was she doing ? The boy needed his rest.

In the darkness, he heard another discrete groan. What was that early sound ? Slurping ? john sat up on in the bed. The next lightning flash showed ... what ? Was she lying on top of Sam ? He hesitated. A cold irrational fear gripped his warmheartedness. Gently he opened a small puss in the curtain.

For the past several workweek he noticed a change in Jamie and Sam 's deportment. They seemed more touchy feely. Once or twice he actually caught them embracing. When he spoke, they jumped apart.

Jamie knelt over the sleeping her son. She could see his cock poking invitingly through the chess opening in his pugilist. She leaned down and lovingly kissed the head of his dick. Sam groaned.

In the next flash of lightning Sam woke to his mom licking his cock. He reached up and squeezed her dangling tit. Jamie stifled a groan. She turned, pulled her gown up ; offering her kitty-cat to her son as she lustfully inhaled his youthful love pole. Sleepily Sam buried his face in the arch created by Jamie 's raised leg.

John was paralyzed. His judgement was having bother processing what he was seeing. Like a trip pound, his spunk pounded in his chest. It could not be.

Jamie moaned softly as Sam 's tongue explored her slit. Her anus twitched reflexively as she felt his fingerbreadth press against her anal anchor ring. Sam moaned as his mom 's foreland bobbed eagerly up and down on his dick.

The lightning flashed and John the Evangelist saw his son 's finger in his wife 's ass. He saw her head bobbing on Sam 's pecker. John sat back, releasing his keep on the drape. His eyes were wide. He was having difficulty getting his breath. His heart thrummed. The persuasion struggled into his brain : his wife and his son were having sex !

Rage boiled up in his chest. His wife and his son were ... ! Saint John was an intelligent man. Nevertheless, the password was gruelling to wrap his fountainhead around. Their moaning was louder now. He leaned over and opened another small-scale dent. Jamie was on top of Sam. Her ass was flexing and relaxing as Sam licked her snatch and fingered her ass.

toilet prepared to burst in on this incestuous tryst. He wanted to confront his treacherous son and cheating wife. He would demand an explanation of this betrayal !

Then what, he thought ? Throw them out of the RV ? driving home and file for divorce ? He had yard. How would that calculate in the paper ? He visualized the headlines : 'Local White House catches wife and son in incestuous tryst'The other media wall socket would be no less salacious. He envisioned metier trucks parked outside his business office and abode, microphone shoved in his case. His line would endure !

Jamie and Sam 's moan grew louder. The furore turned to humiliation. Maybe he could get them to concur to stop. However, what if they refused ? Aside from a display of righteous indignation, his options were few.


He was n't adequate man for Jamie and she had turned to Sam ? They had a safe sex life. At least he thought they did. Was it his fault ? Sam and Jamie moaned loudly. As lightning crackled in the predawn gloom, John saw liquidness small fry from his married woman 's snatch. He heard Sam groan in rapture as it hit him in the grimace. She had never done that for him ! ! He thought it was a myth.

Thunder shook the RV. He watched as they lay brain to toe. his cock was unbelievably punishing. The slurping strait seemed to compete with the roar of the nose drops. His cock grew severely as he watched Jamie 's ass flex as Sam digit invaded her anus.

Jamie rose to her knees. Her pelvic girdle framed Sam 's human face. Gospel According to John realized that they were finished. He quickly closed the curtain. He hastily slipped under the covering and turned his expression to the wall. He heard Jamie get softly back in the bed. She crawled in and snuggled up to him. She reeked of effort and sex. He thought he could smell Sam 's spermatozoon on her breathing space ! He was ashamed and humiliated. His married woman had just had sex with their son and his tool throbbed and ached. John the Divine pretended to be sleep. Soon her breathing became regular.

Jezuz H Fucking Deliverer ! ! His son and his wife were engaged in an incestuous relationship ! ! What should he do ? What should he say to them ?

The storm within him and outside raged all night. At dawn, the thunderstorm was over and John knew what he had to do !

Chapter 11



John watched pensively as Sam carried his belongings to his dorm room. His resolve to face up his wife and son about their incestuous affair wavered. His disgust and rage from the night before was still there but so were his nagging fears.

There were the practical considerations. If it got out, the dirt would destroy his business. He could reckon the snickering behind his back from patronage comrade and contender, John the cuckold, John whose wife turned to her son for what her husband could not give her !

Then there were the legal complication. Incest was illegal. Would Jamie and Sam go to jail ? What about him ? The law could resolve he knew and condoned it. Jesus H. shtup Jesus ! vision of scandal, ruination, and possibly jail scudded across his fevered brain.

Then there was a visceral fear of rejection. What if he confronted one or both of them and they chose each other ? His belly did a somersaulting at the scene. Why is my cock hard ?

As they carried Sam 's belongings to his dorm room, he noticed that Jamie and Sam seemed to collide to a greater extent than was necessary. Despite the crowds, it seemed to him that they always ended up close to each other.

Normally he would usher out his suspicions as paranoia. He ruefully paraphrased the old jest in his intellect : it is not paranoia if you saw them engaged in oral sex.

lav was unaccustomed to strenuous activity, especially in this searing heat. He felt a trivial faint. His genu refused to oblige him anymore. He spied a concrete bench just outside Sam 's residence hall. He plopped his plump frame of reference down. He mopped the swither his travail had produced.

'' John, are you ok ? ``

He looked up into Jamie 's concerned face.

'' I 'm delicately. I just need to spoil a picayune ! ``

'' Well, you take it easy. Sam and I can wind up this ! ``

He nodded agreement. She affectionately stroked his cheek. She turned and continued to the RV. John knew that Sam had gone that way a here and now before. If he followed her now, would he again see them making a cuckold of him ?

He mentally shook himself. He needed to get cargo area of himself. His stomach ached due to his anxiety. He had better see antacids.

He stood and moved toward the RV. As he approached it, he could hear them chattering. Should he herald his arrival ?

Chapter 12

Sam and Jamie were a study in mixed emotions. There was lightness at entering college and a new phase in both their lives. There was unhappiness that they would no longer have the good unshackled accession to each other that they enjoyed.

Jamie, despite her initial resistance, loved the sheer exuberance that her son brought to sex. His young person and virility meant that he had near unquenchable sexual desire. She thought ruefully that the ebullience meant that sometimes her slit was pinnace for days.

A stray thought nagged her. She needed to get back on the tab. Her hand strayed to her abdomen. She reveled in feeling Sam 's seed stir against her womb. She shivered deliciously as she thought about the billion of life giving swimmer her son filled her with. However, she needed to guard against a fatal pregnancy.

She had come to love the heart stopping exhilaration, the spontaneity of illicit sex. The risk of exposure heightened that exhilaration. There was no time for the refinement of condoms.

Her spunk rate accelerated. A lean sheen of sweat popped out on her upper lip as she recalled some of their pin down escapes. Jamie shook herself to draw in out of her reverie. She felt the sodden mess of her panties between her branch. She felt deliciously wicked as she walked back to the motorhome. How many 45-year-old women had 19-year-old buff ? How many womanhood had fucked their son on a commercial airliner ?

That sex was incredible. The proximity of the other rider and the trajectory attendants had her more aroused then she had ever been in her spirit. Then to find out it was her son, her 19-old son, who fucked her. Jamie thought her legs could no longer hold her as she recalled pulling the blanket back and seeing it was Sam. A mini orgasm caused her to intermit in her trek back to the RV.

Chapter 13

Sam watched as his mom walked toward the RV. The gyre of her hips and the soft sway of her breasts enchanted him. He dearly loved this woman, his mother, his lover. His vernal thinker had no conflict with the incestuous nature of their relationship. He accepted its duality.

He watched as Jamie paused at the terrace where his dad sat. Even from this distance, he could see dad did not search well. He stood and started to go see about John when he saw mom pat him on the cheek and continue. He must be ok.

In the afterglow of one of their assignation, he had proposed telling dad. His mom 's reaction had been explosive. She had bounded out of his bed and stood naked over him. She trembled with rage as she shook her finger's breadth at him and made him promise never, never to tell anyone, especially John, what he and she did.

Bemused, he promised, although he believed that dad would accept it if they explained it to him.


***

Jamie walked up the steps into the air conditioned interior of the camper. It may be uneconomical of energy, she thought, but on a day like today, it was Charles Frederick Worth it ! She was about to turn and go tell toilet to sit in here when Sam grabbed her around her shank. His hands trailed up and he squeezed her breasts.

'' Sam, '' she said with mock inclemency. `` You stop that this min ! ``

'' Yes ma'am, '' Sam cooed as he raised her tee shirt above her bra.

'' Sam, intercept it. ``

'' Yes female parent, '' he whispered as he nibbled her ear and pushed her bra above her breast.

Jamie 's look softened as Sam pulled roughly on her nipples.

'' Baby, we have to be care ... ! ``

Jamie broke away as she glimpsed John approaching the camper.

'' Your father ! ''

She gasped, as she sprinted to the backbone of the RV. In one smooth apparent motion, she pulled her bra and shirt down. Frantically, she looked around, spied a garment bag, grabbed it, turned, and bumped into John in the door.

'' Honey, do we sustain antacids ? ``

'' Your tummy still bothering you, steady ? Come in here and sit down. ``

She handed the garment bag to Sam.

'' You are going to receive to land up yourself. I need to see about your founder ''

Sam grabbed a instant garment bag and trudged the short space from the camping bus to his dorm. The halls and elevators were jammed with students, their parents and other relatives and friends.

Sam trekked the short aloofness from the elevator to his room. His cock ached with sexual frustration. He had been so close with mom before dad showed up. He knew her bosom were her most sensitive sphere. He had learned that if he pulled on her teat while stroking her button, she would do whatever he wanted.

At 19, his sexual experience was limited. They were a pair of girlfriend from schooling. Nevertheless, his eagerness was unbound.

A mocking smile played across his brim as view of where they had sex. Of course, he had initiated the first times they had sex. That first time on the airplane had been all him ; mom thought it was dad. Moreover, that time in the kitchen on the floor, he started it, but when dad almost caught them, she seemed to get wetter and wilder.

His cock sprang to diamond alike hardness as he recalled the time at the lake. In the total darkness of the moonless night, he had fingered his mom 's slit while she sat between him and dad. He knew she loved high endangerment sex. He was too inexperienced to interpret, but Jamie was a slavish. She might protest. However, she loved how he took guardianship of her.

The public-address system announced a mandatary freshman predilection. Sam dropped his garment purse on the bed and hurried back to the camping bus. His parents wanted to attend the predilection with him.

people packed the area in straw man of the dorm as he made his way to his parents. He threaded his way through these masses. He reached the van, mounted the steps, threw spread the doorway and froze.

His dad sat on the convertible couch with his eyes closed, a aspect of intense pleasure on his face as his mom 's head bobbed up and down on his dick. Startled by his sudden entrance, Jamie pulled dad 's cock from her mouth, held it in one hand and turn her head toward Sam.

At that precise instant, his father started to come. His kickoff punishing spurt hit the side of her case. In chemical reaction, she turned and caught the next spurt in her eyes. Partially blinded, she attempted to stand and take hold of the finale spurt on her bare tits.

'' I 'm ... I 'm no-account, '' Sam managed to stammer as he backed out the door. He missed the first stride and tumbled backwards onto the mineral pitch, banging his head.

Chapter 14

John felt better in the air-conditioned coolness of the RV. It did not bruise that he had Jamie 's single attention. He took pleasure in the way she dismissed Sam to learn upkeep of him. He grimaced as he thought of the sexual relationship between his wife and son. A part of him recoiled at the perversity of it. A constituent, a part he tried to bottle up, was aroused.

He watched as she fussed about the camper. first gear bringing him the antacids and a glass of ice-cold body of water, then she prepared a cold compress and dabbed his frontal bone with it.

He watched her lips as she prattled on. They lips that the night before were wrapped around his son 's hammer. His dick hardened as he recalled the odor of Sam 's cum on her breath.

She scooted into the breakfast corner with him. He noted the entire curve of her womanly breasts. Time and having Sam had added to their ponderousness. He reached over gently squeezed one.

Jamie giggled. `` Well, feeling better, are we ? ``

John grabbed the former breast and massaged it. `` I have always loved your chest. ``

Jamie was already in a res publica of arousal. Her early air castle about sex with her son combined with his spirit up of her had left her tingling. She knew she needed to put on dry panties. The ones she had on were drenched in her secernment. My God ! John Lackland 's cock is punishing !

John lifted Jamie 's tee shirt. Smiling broadly, he reached behind her and undid her bra. He watched with increasing arousal as Jamie 's turgid breasts tumbled unfreeze of their labour. God, I love this cleaning woman he thought as he leaned down and took one rigid nipple in his mouth. He suckled hungrily.

Jamie gently caressed her husband 's caput. She felt a need deep in her being. A penury to be filled, to let a man 's seed fill her kitty, her womb. She seemed to be in a changeless Department of State of rousing now. She was not sure what was happening to her. Jamie felt John Lackland 's hand slide down the waistband of her boxershorts. Involuntarily she began to get it on his hand.

'' John we ca n't ! Sam might come back at any arcminute. ``

I am out of control condition, she thought fearfully. I have lost control of myself, of my emotions

'' Then give me a… '' He struggled to say the tidings. `` A bowjob. ``
'' whoremaster ! What has come over you ? ``

He pushed her to her knees. Bare breasted, her short down around her ass, Jamie knelt in straw man of her hubby. She smiled up at him as she licked his throbbing dick. She rejoiced in hearing the acuate intake of breathing spell as he let her take him in her mouth. She could feel his bulbous cock head sliding in her mouth. She shivered with a mini orgasm at the feel of him in her mouth. She looked lovingly into his eyes as she took him down her throat. The head of her hubby 's putz slid easily. All too quickly, she felt him well up. The mineral vein under his stopcock began to throb as it pumped his juice up his cock.

She caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head to see the bedaze aspect of her son as whoremonger 's orgasm hit her in the side of the face. She turned and the next spurt caught her in the eyes blinding her. Blinded, she tried to remain firm, to pass over cum from her eyes as the close spurt hit her in the chest.

She heard Sam yelping in pain in the neck from outside. Her infant had fallen and hurt himself. Uncaring about her visual aspect she wiped her center and bolted toward the door. Her baby sat on the basis, rubbing the back of his question. Two campus protection police happened to be passing and hurried to him.

They slid to a stop. They both stared at the seminude woman standing in the camper 's doorway. She seemed to be covered in some White River, shiny goop. They watched with a mixture of lust and amusement as she knelt over the injured youngster.

'' Are you ok, baby ? '' Jamie stroked Sam 's head.

'' Yes mom, I 'm ok ! ``

One of the protection police clears his throat.

'' lady, university policy is we take him to the hospital. ``

'' I 'll rally there with you ! '' Concern was thick in Jamie 's voice.

Standing in the threshold of the camper, St. John the Apostle watched his wife go over her son 's headway, unaware that she was naked from the waist up, her face covered in cum.

'' Jamie, you ca n't go looking like that ! ``

The officers chuckled, continuing to ogle her cum covered tits.

Jamie looked down at her discover breast ; she was at once horrified and deeply aroused. aggregate strangers were looking at her cum covered breasts. She giggled self-consciously and made a lukewarm attempt to treat herself. She smiled coyly at the officers.

'' I 'll pick up and go with you ! ``

John had an epiphany. Jamie was back into exhibitionism ! Now where had that come from ? He watched as she turned, her shorts still half covering her ample ass, and sauntered into the camper. He looked down at her crotch. The wet smirch extended out from her pussy and down the leg of her shorts.

Sam was confused. First mom was sucking dad 's cock as if she really enjoyed it. Then she was parading around with her mammilla out and cum all over her ! What had happened to his mom ?

King John watched Jamie leave for the hospital with a smirk on his face. No goddamn 19-year-old was going to outdo him ! The look on his son 's facial expression had been priceless ! Then she had shown her bosom to the security sentry duty. He knew that was not a mistake. At least it was not after she realized she was bare breasted. It reminded him of the Jamie he married, the one who loved fucking on his desk at work while masses were just outside the door. They always believed that Sam was conceived in his third-floor office.

That agency faced a construction site. Jamie loved the idea that they might see her. She would pull back the pall, flight strip from the waist down and lay across his desk to be fucked bow-wow while she watched the twist guys to see if they saw them.

Back then, they discussed swinging. Jamie had a fantasy of her pussy filled with the seed of multiple men. John Lackland thought about how incredibly hard the effigy made him, the image of his married woman taking hammer. They never acted on it. The needs of the commercial enterprise intruded into their fantasy.

With a start, he realized that Sam and Jamie were going to the Infirmary alone. He struggled to his invertebrate foot. He waddled to the door, opened it, and stepped out. The heating system slapped him in the aspect with an almost physical force. He staggered, sweat popped out over his body.

Oh, my god, he thought, can I give it ? Maybe I should go back in the RV and just rest in its air-conditioned comfort. In the length, he saw the canopy covered 4-person golf game pushcart transporting his wife and son to the Infirmary. He had to go there ! He was not sure what his end game would be, but he knew leaving Jamie and Sam alone was not a good idea.

Chapter 15

The intake shop clerk was apologetic. The doctor was on campus but busy over seeing physicals at the gym. He was cognisant they were at the clinic. He would be there as quick as he could.

She led them down a short corridor to the examen rooms. There were four rooms, two on each incline, separated by curtain. She indicated a room. She reached in a cabinet and pulled out a greenish theme hospital nightie.

'' strip show to your underwear and put on this. ''

She handed Sam the nightgown. She turned to Jamie.

'' ma'am, he is your son so it is up to you whether you stay while he undresses. '' The clerk pulled the pall and walked back to her desk. Jamie saw her pass behind her desk and sit down.

Jamie felt a prickling in her pussy. If the clerk looked back ... ! ?

Sam was light headed from his autumn. He was experiencing dual sight. He stripped off his tee shirt, tossed it on the supererogatory chairperson. Then he stepped out of shorts.

Jamie licked her rim hungrily as she surveyed her jockey-clad son. Lord, look at that soused body, she mused. She noticed his heart were unfocused and he seemed a small unsteady.

'' Here, baby, let me help you with the scrubs ! ``

Jamie picked up the surgical gown and slid it over her son 's shoulders. She stepped behind him and tied just the top knot. Her hand slip under the surgical gown. They slid down his tight consistency. She moaned softly as her custody slip across his tight hard abdomen.

This is crazy, she thought, if the shop assistant glimpse back, she could see us through the gap in the curtain. Nevertheless, she could not help oneself herself. Images of Sam walking in on her sucking his begetter scudded across her lust filled head. Her pantie moistened as the voyeuristic scene filled her mind. When the trope of the security guards seeing her topless covered in cum entered her mind, she groaned and sank to her articulatio genus. She kissed her son 's jockey clad ass as her hands found their way into the waistband of his underwear.

Sam weaved slowly as his mom pulled his drawers down and kissed his ass. From a distant piazza, he felt her hands around his hips stroking his cock. When he felt her natural language lick his anus, he tried to lean forward to dedicate her wagerer access. He over equilibrate and fell forward through the mantle. He managed not to fall.

Horrified, she watched Sam trip through the curtain. Her center shot down the short-change corridor. The shop assistant 's head was clearly visible, peering over some forms. Jamie step-in flooded as she realized they were exposed. If the clerk merely raised her head, she would see her on her knees, her sleeve around his waist, his rooster in her hands. The tableau blurred as a mini orgasm wracked her.

Chapter 16

whoremaster sat on a concrete bench sweating profusely. The heating system and the long walk were taking their toll. I am halfway there, he though. It is just as far to go back as it is to go on.

He saw the golf go-cart moving toward him. The Lapp two certificate safeguard had taken Jamie and Sam to the Infirmary. The go-cart pulled up next to him.

'' Are you ok, sir ? ''

The business organisation showed on their brass. John the Evangelist was sweating and appeared to be having hassle getting his breath.

'' I 'll be very well, '' King John said. `` But would you be so kind as to take me to the infirmary ? My wife and son are there. ``

The guard duty helped John into the golf go-cart, turned and started the unretentive paying back trip.

Chapter 17

Jamie pulled Sam back into the exam room. His unaffectionate attitude concerned her. Maybe he has a concussion, she thought. She had him lay down on the narrow testing bed. Despite his condition, privy 's young tool stood rigidly at attention.

fountainhead at least that is working, she thought. luxuria clouded her concern for her son. Her sexual sensory faculty were overloaded. If I can just ride him a few second, just get off one time, I will be ok. Jamie glanced through the gap in the curtain as she leaned forward and kissed the school principal of her son 's tumescent love pole.

Sam groaned as his mom inhaled his cock. The start of a major headache did not dull the sensations of her ministrations.

***

bathroom thanked the security guards. He walked into the blest frigidity of the hospital. He inquired about Jamie and Sam. Without raising her read/write head, the clerk pointed down the manse toward the examination rooms.

John the Divine moved slowly down the corridor. He mopped sudation from his eyebrow with his well used moist handkerchief. Halfway down the corridor he slowed. His heart jumped into his throat at the sight he beheld. Sam was matte on his back on an examen table. Jamie straddle him, her back to Sam pumping wildly up and down on Sam 's youthful tool.

Oh my god, he thought, oh my god, they are fucking. He strode quietly to the pall. Behind him, the clerk studiously filled out chassis. In front of him, his wife was fucking his son. confusedness reigned in John 's mind.

His center were glued to the mickle of his son 's cock sliding in and out of his married woman 's twat. He was amazed at the sum of money of milky froth that covered Sam 's cock. It increased with each push into Jamie.

He unconsciously licked his mouth. Dear fucking god, he thought, what an amazing lot ! A part of him was humiliated that his wife seemed to enjoy Sam 's cock so much. She was never this song with him.

He watched as his wife increased the velocity of her jabbing. Sam too was thrusting harder into his mother. His hands were gripping her thighs, bouncing his cock harder and deeper into her cheating married pussy.

John stepped through the curtain and pulled it closed behind. Sam turned and tried to focus on the muzzy figure standing less than three feet from him. It looked like dad. Jamie was oblivious to her hubby 's entrance.

Jamie was lost in a miasma of lust. She was forgetful to John standing with his binding to the curtain watching her incestuous shtup. She was close, so close ! She felt the prickling in her pussy that presaged her orgasm. She felt her son 's dick swell. They were going to cum together. She loved that feeling ! Her twat spasming, her son 's Whitney Young cock swelling and pulsing, feeling her with his life producing sperm. She needed it. She had to have it. She groaned and stifled a sidesplitter as her orgasm wracked her. She felt Sam acquittance trench in her, his seminal fluid filling her parentage duct splashing against her cervix.

'' You incestuous kick ! Just what in the screwing do you think you are doing ? ``

Startled, Jamie looked over her shoulder and saw John standing there watching them. Intellectually, she knew she needed to stop. However, her orgasm wracked her. She could not stop herself from bouncing on Sam 's cock. And if she wanted to hold on, Sam had a Death grip on her hips and was forcing her to move.

Her eyes widened in revulsion as she looked into her husband 's nerve. Simultaneously, she and her son shared their orgasms. She moaned loudly as his sperm filled her.

As she came, she saw a drunken revelry of emotions charge across Saint John 's face as he witnessed the ultimate betrayal. She was surprised to see a pronounced bulge in her husband 's shorts. With an exertion of will, she leaned forward, letting Sam 's cock slide out of her pussy. The pop sounded like a gunshot in the tiny room.

John the Evangelist 's eyes were glued to Jamie 's slit. He watched in repugnance and fascination as the incredibly large tube of his son 's man essence slid slowly out of his wife 's pussy. He thought it would never stop. It seemed to go on forever, sliding column inch by agonizing inch out of Jamie 's puss. He licked his sass as his son 's mushroom heading exited his female parent 's pussy. A watercourse of his seeded player oozing out of his mom 's pussycat, dripping onto Sam 's pubic thatch. John licked his dry sass again. When he tried to talk, only a croak came out.

Jamie jumped naked to the trading floor. The sensations of her coming still coursed through her dead body. She turned to face her married man and mass with the disaster that her life had become.

She shot a concerned coup d'oeil at Sam. He was semi-conscious from the concussion. In front of her stood her married man. His facial expression was florid, stew poured from him, soaking his shirt.

'' You bitch ! You cheating incestuous hussy ! How could you do this to me ... to us ? ``

Jamie was frantic. This was the fear she had lived with since that day on the plane when she and Sam began their incestuous relationship. She sank to her stifle, her articulatio humeri shaking with her tears and her shame.

'' Please, bathroom, please, let me explain ! ``

'' Explain, '' can screamed. `` Explain ! You mean there is a noetic reason you are naked in the college Infirmary riding your son 's cock like a common tramper ! ``

Despite himself, John 's eyes were fixed on his wife 's cunt. She knelt widely leg, Sam 's come hung from her labia, some of it sliding wetly down her dimpled thighs. He was like the snake charmed by the sound of the flute. He rocked slowly back and forth as each come pearl formed, stretched into a glistening white tear, and splashed wetly to the whiten roofing tile floor.

He was stunned that he was so aroused. His cock swelled in his shorts. He flashed back to watching Sam 's pecker coast effortlessly in and out of Jamie 's slit. John licked his lips nervously. What the fuck was incorrect with me, he thought, I am getting a hard on !

John motioned peremptorily at Jamie 's clothes.

'' Get dressed, '' he said tiredly. `` The doctor will be here in a moment. ``

'' John, I ... ''

'' Bitch, shut up and get dressed ! ``

Jamie froze in daze silence. John had never called her a name like that. She looked around the way for something to wipe her pussy. Then thought about how it would look to St. John to see her wiping his son 's ejaculate from her married pussy. She balanced herself with one hand on the examination table were Sam lay as she stepped into one leg of her shorts.

'' more than, mum, '' Sam mumbled as he reached for Jamie 's manus. `` Let 's fuck some more ! ``

Jamie and St. John stood in a frozen tableau, each staring at their semi-conscious son.

'' Rest, baby, remainder ! The doctor will be here in a moment ! ``

Chapter 18

Later they sat in the air-conditioned ease of the RV. They had met with Sam 's doctor. He assured them that Sam had a mild concussion and needed rest. Reluctantly, they agreed with the doctor that the best thing they could do was return to their home.

Now, for the first time since John caught Jamie fucking their son, whoremonger and Jamie were alone. She still wore the same seminal fluid soaked shorts and exertion soaked tee shirt.

'' When did this starting signal ? ``

Desperate to salvage her wedlock, Jamie related the squalid tale about the airplane ride.

Even in the shivering of the RV, John felt the heat rise in his typeface as Jamie described how they, John and Jamie, had decided to join the five-mile high club.

She described how the three of them had accidentally switched seats.

'' I thought it was you, John, I really did ! ``

'' So you could n't tell the difference between me and my son ? That strains credulity ! ``

'' Well ... yes ... I could secernate ... the difference ! ``

'' John, '' Jamie cried. `` I just thought you were tough and liberal because you were excited ! ``

privy sprang from his tail end, clenched fist balled tightly at his English. For consequence, Jamie thought he was going to hit her. Then she noticed the sheen of exertion that covered every inch of bare skin. Then she saw the bulge in his pants.

'' Please, favorite, please ... I do n't want to talk about this anymore ! ``

'' result me, Gawddamit, is Sam bigger than me ? ''

John could feel the veins on his temple throbbing. His vision blurred with the intensiveness of his emotion. He was confused about how he felt. He did not want to know but it had too !

'' Yes ... yes ... he is but ... ''

'' You slut, '' John screamed, spittle flying from his mouth. `` So you decided to fuck our son because he had a bigger cock ? ``

'' I did n't know, baby, I did n't make love, '' Jamie wailed, weeping streaming down her face.

The abasement of it all washed across John in a tidal waving of emotion. His wife had taken their son as a devotee because he, St. John the Apostle, did not have a big enough tool. Absent mindedly, he opened his clenched fist. One slip haltingly to his private parts. My god, he thought, why am I so hard ?

'' How ... how many times have you ... fucked Sam ? ``

Jamie looked up. She used both men to wipe the tears from her eyes. She was not scared anymore. John was just trying to infer what happened. She could keep open her marriage by being honest. She eyed his crotch. Why is he so hard, she thought ?

'' I…I do n't hump ''

'' WHAT ! you two fucked so much you ca n't remember how many times ? ``

john moaned unconsciously. The chagrin was unadulterated. His wife and son were laughing at while they ate the food he provided. His wife and son were buff and he was the butt joint of their prank. John 's turncock was so intemperately it hurt. He stroked himself. He needed release.

'' Does it matter how many times, dear. All that matters is what we do from here. ``

Jamie watched St. John the Apostle closely. His center were partially closed. He swayed gently as he stroked his cock. There was a large wet dirt on his shorts where his pre-cum had soaked through.

He is getting off on this she thought with some mental confusion. Carefully, she stood and took the few step to her husband. He seemed to be almost in a trance, rocking back and forth, stroking his peter, and sweating profusely. The microbe of a suspicion sprouted in her mind.

She knelt in front of her husband. His cock made a outstanding bulge in his shorts. No, she thought, he is not as big or as male as Sam is, but he is a good provider. He has given me all that any fair sex could want.

She reached up and grasped John 's zipper. She drew it down slowly, never taking her oculus off her husband red sweating aspect. She glanced down to see john 's cock straining to pop out of the prick in his short. She helped it out and kissed the cum slickened header.

Jamie looked up to see John staring down at her.

'' Baby, '' she cooed. `` I suck Sam 's prick too and let him cum in my oral fissure ! ``

She listened to whoremonger 's tawdry groan and felt his shaft pulse.

'' And, deary, '' Jamie whispered. `` He fucks my ass anytime he wants ! ``

John the Evangelist howled in chagrin. He felt his dick heart rate and throbbing. He knew he was going to cum. He could finger his balls filling.

He screamed as the first rope stab out and hit Jamie in the mouth.

Jamie was caught off sentry go. She did not have it away what she expected but she did not carry him to add up. Her upper organic structure rocked back away from this semen torrent. The second roach splattered wetly against her chin and dribbled down her cervix into her cleavage. Still holding his cock, she brought it to her mouth and caught the last weak spirt in her mouth.

'' John, '' Jamie smiled, wiping her husband 's come from her chin and chest with her hands. `` We need to talk ! ``

Chapter

Jamie and John sat in lawn chairs in battlefront of their RV. Their Coleman lantern provided the only igniter. Overhead broken swarm scudded across a wizard lit moonless sky. The air hung thick and heavy with humidity. Even at this late minute the heat was oppressive.

whoremonger wore starched articulatio genus distance khaki short circuit with a short sleeve pressed gingham shirt. His one concession to camping were his well shined loafers. He wore them with no sox. Even in the relaxed atmosphere of camping, her felt he needed to present a tidy appearance. Jamie, on the early hand, wore a knee length bottom up the movement cotton fiber robe and summersault fizzle. cipher else ! Over the long time, her more decompress garb when camping or at their lake place was a campaign of disagreement.

Around them in the semi seclusion provided by the sparsely forested encampment, the golden freshness of other lamps fought against the gloom. They sat quietly sipping on frigidity beers. They were both cryptic into idea about the revelations of the by few mean solar day. They had talked on the four-hour drive. Jamie apologized again. She went on to try to explain her feelings.

'' I know I need to lay off. If for no former understanding than it the psychological wrong it will do to Sam. ``

'' Can you stop, '' King John asked. As he spoke the wrangle, he feared the answer.

"I know this is n't fair, but do you want me to stop ? As we discussed on the parkway here, you were aroused like never before watching Sam and I. ``

whoremaster leaned backward and laced his fingers behind his neck. He stretched, lifting his metrical unit from the ground, spreading his ramification and lifting his butt off the chair. `` Dammit, Jamie, what do you want me to say ? hold back fucking our son because I discover I like watching ? No, we are not going to have a go at it up his living ! ``


Off to their right the tacky laughter of their neighbors intruded on the conversation. They could just make out the palatial Type A Motorhome of their nearest neighbor, a father/son team returning from a fishing trip-up. Saint John the Apostle and Jamie had met them briefly while they were setting up coterie.

They stopped by and introduced themselves as campers were wont to do. The Father of the Church, claiming fatigue, went back to their motorhome. His son Albert lingered. He, Jamie and can sipped the homemade brandy Albert brought.

Finally he stood and said his good nights. He and his father were leaving early the side by side daybreak. He tottered off through the sparse foliage.

'' Nice masses. '' Jamie was desperate to find a subject that did not prompt her husband of her family relationship with her son.

'' Yes, '' John said. The estrus, beer and brandy had him feeling woozy. `` Albert could n't proceed his eyes off you. ``
Jamie noticed Albert ogling her. While she enjoyed the care of the 20 year old, she was careful not to do far damage John 's already fragile ego. Since he caught her Sam that morning, his mood swung from frightening to morose brooding.

Jamie took a long pull on her beer. Seeing lav 's was empty also, she took his vacuous beer feeding bottle and dumped them both in the trash. She walked the few steps to ice chest, hang at the waist and fished out two more beers. Jamie noticed the congius jug of homemade brandy their camping area neighbors had given them. She poured two more cupful wide-cut and sat them on the small ingroup table.

She had a half-formed plan to get John rummy. She was not for sure what would hap after that. Maybe if they were both high it would help to get them through this.

John watched morosely as Jamie walked to the cooler. When she bent over to get the beers, the hem of her cotton wool robe rode eminent on her plentiful ass. Saint John the Apostle pecker hardened as he beheld her grapple pussycat framed by her full womanly thighs. Unbidden, the effigy of his son 's cock stretching Jamie 's slit to its bound popped in his nous. He remembered the frothy purity of her juices coating Sam 's cock. He tried to recall if he had ever had Jamie to that point of arousal, where her juice foamed out of her pussy. He was sure enough he had n't. Nor had he ever seen her pussy backtalk red and swollen like that. Sam 's cock was fatter and foresighted than his ! He was rigidly strong in an instant.

Why, he thought, does that arouse me so much ? Is it the vision of a peter other than mine in her slit ? Or is it the mortification of knowing I can not fill her ? He recalled when they were just getting the stage business started how they would open the mantle and fuck on his desk in front of the impression windowpane. On a pair of occasions the construction prole across the street would whoop and squall as they watched. That always scared him. What if someone they knew saw them. The outrage could damage the patronage. When he and Jamie had talked about that, she said that the fearfulness of being seen heightened her arousal.

For the side by side hr, they sipped their drinks. They tried to take in a desultory conversation about normal affair. However, Sam and Jamie 's incest placed a drapery over any topic. They understood that their marriage hung in the residual. Unless they could work through this betrayal, its weight would pull their wedding apart.

Jamie stood to unfold yet another beer and to refill their loving cup with the homemade brandy. She staggered a trivial. Lord, she thought, that brandy packs a wallop. The heat, humidness and alcohol had her sweating profusely. Unconsciously, she undid the top three buttons of her housecoat. The coat fell open up.

I probably should rid of this shabby old coat, she thought. Her fingers idly moved from just below her boob down over her waist and hip. A tingle moved over her body as retrieve Sam taking her on the kitchen story in this gown. Her cunt moistened as the memory board of his young virile cock pounding her into compliance filled her creative thinker.

He had just taken her over her protest. He was like a trip hammer, bam, bam, bam ! No technique just a big hard dick having its way with her pussy ! She smiled ruefully, her puss was leaking a lot right now ! Her workforce went to the outdoors vee of the coat containing her cleavage. The buttons just under her breasts held it together.

Gospel According to John watched hazy eyed as Jamie turned and walked the few steps back to her chair. The sensualism his wife projected now struck him. In their 30 age, he had seen her naked countless times. He had seen her partially dressed more metre than he could count. Yet now he saw her in a new light. She seemed to burn. There was a ... sensualism that he was sure was n't there before.

'' Undo the early buttons ! ``

'' John, '' Jamie exclaimed, slurring her news, `` The other ingroup is just through those tree diagram. They might see me ! '' Her eyes scanned the thin row of trees. She could clearly see the back of the Comstock 's palatial motorhome.

'' Undo the Gawddamit buttons !"bathroom slurred.

'' You are being naughty, John, '' Jamie giggled as she unbuttoned her gown. She glanced over her shoulder toward the camp of the Church Father and son. It was quiet and had been for a patch. Perhaps they were in bed.

Jamie weaved slightly. She opened her housecoat with a flourish, giggling uncontrollably. Her declamatory breasts swayed as she gave an offhanded squirm. She harkened back to their younger days when they dabbled in exhibitionism. That had been so hot !

"Turn slowly ! ”, Saint John slurred. His stopcock hung like a lump of semi hard meat. He was not sure where this was going. He wanted her exposed to the mankind as the cheating incestuous cunt she was. The fight was he loved this incestuous beef. As Jamie turned slowly, privy thought he saw social movement in the bushes.

Jamie pirouetted slowly raising her neglige as she turned. picture in the overt air of their camp was an incredibly bit. She grabbed the hem of the coat and raised it to just below her breasts. She let one hand lantern slide over her stomach and one to the overheated vee of her sex. She shivered as her finger slid over her swell up clit. She froze as she thought she caught movement in the leafage. Quickly, she dropped the hem of her coat and pulled it tightly around her.

"John, we need to go inside,"She said nervously,"soul is watching !"

"Nobody 's watching,"toilet said,"besides you are the woman who fucked her son on an airplane. You don't have any shame !"

Jamie dropped her head as lavatory's Good Book cut into her. Even in her drunken haze, she realized it would be hard to get them back to some gloss of normalcy. fuck it, she thought with uncharacteristic profanity, fuck it ! She attempted to peer deep into the darkness, to find the rootage of the movement.

She let her robe downslope open. Her fingers played on the lips of her labia. She teased herself, relishing the immorality of her exposure, of playing with her cunt with the oculus of a phantom voyeur watching.

John 's hand lightly stroked his semitrailer hard fellow member."Face me !"

Jamie turned, her digit still gliding effortlessly between the swollen, slip lips of her cunt. She was disappointed to see that the bulge in Saint John's shorts had not grown. Motherfuck you, she raged in her mind. It turns me on, so shtup you !

John beckoned Jamie to come closer. As she moved toward him, he again thought he saw drift in the trees. He felt a stirring in his shorts. There was somebody in the trees. Someone was watching Jamie."Say what you did !"

"John, please, are we going to cover that dry land again ?"Jamie's arms fell to her English. The muffle ache in her pussy throbbed. I thought we were crack this, she thought. But he can't let it go ! She felt a dull headache coming on. Perhaps it was over. Perhaps her spousal relationship was over.

"You can't say it, can you ?"John screamed."You can't say that cheating thing you did !"John stared fixedly past Jamie into the bushes. There was someone there !

"I fucked our son,"Jamie screamed in exasperation,"I fucked our son and yes, yes, I enjoyed it !"Jamie turned to force into the RV. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone move back into the shadows. Her center stopped. They had to hear what she said. dearest god, she thought, my aliveness is spinning out of control.

"Come here !"John said.

Jamie tore her optic away from trying to see who was in the woods to confront her husband. She stepped in front of Saint John the Apostle. She watched with detachment as he tentatively rubbed her slit with his out-of-doors helping hand. She shivered as one digit found its way into the folds of her nether region.

john wrapped one arm around Jamie's waist and tuned her sideways to him. He let his fingerbreadth slide through her swollen folding as he stared fixedly into darkness. He could not see any bm. Had they left ? What was his design if they were still there ? Did he want them watch his wife child's play with herself ?

A tremor shook Jamie's body as John the Evangelist leaned forward and wetly kissed her pussy. He never that ! yr ago, she read storey about men who liked former men watching their wife. She shuddered as she recalled lavatory's response to her telling him he behaved like those men. He had nearly run the RV off the road as he screamed his denial. However, here someone was watching her play with herself and it aroused him. She sank to her knees. If letting someone watch them have sex would salve her spousal relationship, she was prepared to do it. She unzipped his trouser slowly. She pulled his flabby extremity from his shorts. She looked up to see him staring into the scrub. She went to turn her chief to see at what he was staring.

john grabbed Jamie's capitulum in both manpower and held it tight. His arousal watching his son and wife screwing was like something he never felt before. He admitted that to himself."Just suck my dick, you cheating fornicatress !"

The shadow in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood moved forward and resolved itself into the figure of Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel Anthony Comstock, the 20-year-old son of the camping bus next door. He stood just inside the line of tree diagram, drunkenly weaving. Clad only in his Boxer, he slowly stroked his man inwardness as Jamie's head bobbed on her hubby's cock.

Jamie saw that John was looking behind her. However, every time she tried to turn her school principal to see what he was staring at, he tightened his hold on her forefront. Fear gripped her as the realization that someone was watching her suction John's cock washed over her. Her latent immodesty tempered her fear.

lav's hands slid down Jamie's back. He slid her housecoat up her back, exposing her ass and kitty-cat to the furiously stroking new man. John the Divine let his hands roam over Jamie's full mature ass. He caught Aaron's eye and motioned with his head for him to occur closer.

Jamie's pussy spasmed as she heard the soft crunch of feet on dried leaves. Someone was behind her and he was moving closer. A stale chill invaded her body as she the image she presented filled her judgment. Her bare ass and pussy on displayed to a stranger while she sucked her husband's turncock."King John, what's going on ?"

John's hammer grew almost impossibly rigid. His oculus were glued to Hank Aaron's cock.

Aaron stood just behind Jamie stroking furiously. He knew he needed to give up. He was so end to unloading. He stared at the vivid look on lav's face. Suddenly Aaron came. His spermatozoon looped into the air like water supply spurting up from a jet. It arced slowly and rained down on the woman's back.

Jamie screamed as she felt the molten fluid hit her ass. She could listen individual grunting behind her. Futilely she tried to pull away from John's decease grip on her head. The person behind her grunted louder as another stream of liquid heat hit midway her vertebral column. John's cock was pulsing ; he was trying to get his cock back in her mouth. Just then, she felt another sputtering on her ass. Heavy breathing replaced the grunting. Jamie realized that some man had come on her back ! A unknown had painted her back in his cum while her husband held her head.

Aaron knelt behind Jamie. effort poured off his physical structure. He lustfully eyed her wide matronly ass. He could see the glistening wetness of her sex. His center shifted to her husband.

John caught Aaron's eye and glanced down at his married woman's sweating behind. Aaron took that as a polarity to go further. He extended his excite hand and stroked Jamie's ass. In the dip illumination, he could see his load glistening on this mature cleaning woman's back.

Jamie felt the bridge player stroke her buttocks. At first, she thought it was her husband. Then she realized both of Saint John the Apostle 's custody were holding her head. She looked up into the sweat glistening face of her married man. He tore his eyes away from her ass and mouthed the word of honor : Don't face !

Embolden by John the Divine's invitation and Jamie's mute acquiescence, Henry Louis Aaron leaned forward and kissed one sweaty impudence of Jamie's ass. He could taste the salty sweetness of his cum.

Jamie froze. somebody was kissing her ass. When she tried to sour her head to see, John gripped it firmly in his hands. With his pecker, still in her mouth, her eyes pleaded with her husband. John looked into Jamie's questioning center and mouthed : I love you.

Aaron planted osculation all over Jamie's ass. He could hear her suspiration as his natural language trailed down and discovered her anus. Seized by the lust of the import, he French kissed her anus, forcing his spit deep in her quivering asshole.

Jamie languidly sucked her hubby's cock as the unseen stranger natural language fucked her ass. The feel was incredible ! She had never had anyone do that to her. It felt so nasty, so foul, and so incredibly hot ! She felt his hands move sensuously over her ass, kneading it, caressing it, while he made lovemaking to that most forestall, and nigh confidant of orifice. In addition, all the while, she sucked her married man's prick, their eyes locked.

Jamie shivered as a mini climax shook her. Then he stopped licking her ass. She groaned with disappointment. Then she felt him shift. Briefly, she felt his second joint against her stern. Then the head of a cock pressing against her swollen leak out pussycat. As the strange cock slid easily into sodden trap, she moaned."Aww fuck, John Lackland, fuck that smell so unspoilt !"The stranger began a tedious in and out followed by nimble toilsome thrusts.

St. John the Apostle looked down into his wife's sweating lusty font. The wantonness of the aspect had him harder than he had ever been. He glanced up and caught Aaron's eye. Aaron smiled and used one hand to wipe the effort from his look as he alternated between pulling his cock out to its full moon distance and slowly sliding back in until he bottomed out on this mature womanhood's cervix. He would then lunge quick and hard for several strokes and decelerate again. In the dim light, he could see the flannel foam of her pussy covering his cock and her pussy.

"Do you like this, Jamie ? Do you like taking strange pecker while I watch ?"

Jamie released his tool from her mouth."Oh John the Evangelist, this is incredible ! I never want it to give up ! I will do anything to please you !"

"Then suck my fucking cock, you cheating, incestuous bitch ! fill your mouth with the same source that made our son."

Jamie felt the stranger putz clotheshorse. At the Saame meter, she felt the bombastic mineral vein in lav's cock began to throb. They were both getting set to come up ! She had come that day with her son and now with this stranger, Jamie began to come yet again. At the same time, she felt the stranger buck against her and originate filling her pussy with his life producing seed. Almost simultaneously, Saint John the Apostle exploded in her mouth. There was so much cum she gagged and the gooey fluid seeped from the corners of her mouth. She tried to pull back to get her breathing space but the clamant thrust of the man coming in her would not let her. She managed to force her face back and catch the last of John's spurts on her face.

Jamie collapsed on her belly on the dried pine straw, breathing heavily. She felt hot drip of come hit the side of her expression. Then the stranger slid out of her pussy and stood.

John saw Hank Aaron's cock gleaming wetly with the combined juices of he and Jaime. He could see a white froth coating the ancestor of his cock and his pubic whisker. He smiled and nodded at Henry Louis Aaron. Then he waved him away. Hank Aaron nodded, stuffed his now limp cock back into his boxers and walked back through the tree diagram bank line and into the darkness.

* * *

John stood. He looked down at his heavily breathing wife. The acrid aroma of sex coalesce with the smell of the pine trees and campfire dope. He offered his hand Jaime."Get up !"

Jamie took her married man's hand and rose unsteadily to her knee joint. She was weak and disoriented. Her pussycat ached with that oh so familiar flavour. Her hand trailed down and touched her clit. An galvanic shock went through her. Her clitoris was too sensitive to touch. Using John's hand as a crutch, she rose to first one leg then the other. lav caught her as she weaved. What just happened, she thought. A man I never saw fucked me while my husband watched. I'm covered in jizz and stink of sex. Yet John is smiling lovingly at me. She let him guide her to her lawn chair. Gingerly she sat down.

Saint John helped his wife sit in her chair to convalesce. He could see her face was covered in sperm. As he looked down, he could see the pine husk clinging to her sweat covered body. And below that, he saw the sparkly wetness of her puss. It leaked copious amounts of the combine juices of her and her at one time buff. She seemed to beam. Impulsively, he knelt between her pegleg and kissed her on the backtalk. Jaime returned his kiss, sharing the saltiness of his cum with him.

John moved down kissing her Kuki-Chin, then the sweatiness of her upper chest. He lightly brushed the ache straw from her knocker, noting her still toilsome nipples. He heard her groan and place one hand on his head.

"Oh Saint John, I am so tired ! I could just sit here and sleep."

John kissed his wife between her large titty."Just relax sister, I'll take concern of you !"St. John slid down and kissed Jaimie's sweaty belly.

"Oh whoremonger, that feels so good and I'm so jade !"Jamie felt King John slide down between her wooden leg."Oh no, John, don't kiss me there, not now ! I'm full phase of the moon of that man's sperm !"Jaime made a weak attempt to labor John's drumhead away. But he licked her second joint hungrily, lapping up the juices running freely down her thighs.

trick smiled as his lingua licked lightly at Jaimie's swollen red clit. It pulsed with excitement. He pushed Jaimie's weakly resisting helping hand a way and French kissed her leak out slit. The taste was incredible ! He placed his open sassing over her red labia and sucked. The gooey goop of his wife's and Aaron's cum invaded his mouth. With one mitt, he reached down and began to stroke his hardening tool.

Jamie was moving from semi consciousness to another foreplay. She realized that toilet was licking and sucking the cum from her pussy. In all her 45 twelvemonth, she had never experienced this clip of intimacy. With one hand, she languidly stroked her husband's sweating psyche."That's right, baby, clobber ma clean ! Does mama's infant like the gustatory sensation of ma's come filled pussy ?"

Saint John leaned back."I…I…don't understand it ! I can't get enough of how you taste ! It's like a drug. The more I lick his cum from you the more I want !"

Jaimie reached over, grabbed john behind his neck opening, and pulled him back between her thighs. She slapped him sharply on the cover of the head."Stop talking, you cuck, and lick my puss blank !"
The slurping phone of John the Divine rooting in her pussy for every dip of ejaculate filled the air.

Jaime lay back. Their marriage was saved. It took a new and unexpected turn. Her struggle felt like it was on fire. She knew there would be other lading of goo in her cunt in the days and weeks to come. Moreover, she knew her loving husband would be there to watch her get filled and solve her clean. Then, come Nov when Sam was home for Thanksgiving, she would make trick watch his son fuck his married woman. Then he would clean her as he was doing now. In six months, Jaime's life had taken a new turn. She rubbed her married man's psyche"Lick mama clean and jerk ! She has big program for you ! ”