1-18

Sunday was another typical cockcrow in the house, Robert was working on spreadsheets and e-mail and I had a massive headache from drinking too much the nighttime before. The painkillers hadn't kicked in yet so I decided to lie on the couch and watched an old movie. When Michael came down the steps admittedly I was surprise how grown up he was beginning to appear. He was always a nurturer so it did n't surprise me when he brought me water and curled up behind me on the couch. He always had an natural understanding when I needed a considerate import.

We lay together watching the movie like we had countless other times but this clock time felt different. He was draped around me differently and his body was more contoured into mine. He wrapped his weapons system me like a lover and not my son. As I lay there trying to dispatch these ludicrous thoughts from my head I felt his hired man move down from my shoulder and rest on my defenseless abdomen. His hired hand then started moving in a behind circular motion. I tensed not knowing what to think. I did n't wanted to make a big sight of it and make his feeling uncomfortable for his kind legal action. He was just being his compassionate self I told myself so I relax into the sofa and savor my unexpected belly massage. As I closed my eyes, I all of the sudden felt his hand brush the side of meat of my breast. Without a bra, my breast laid far down into my T-shirt giving him ample memory access. Was it an accident, did he intend to touch his mother's knocker ? My mind raced his script continued to brush the sides of my boob. What was the most unexpected part however were the electrical shock waves it sent through my pussy. I could feel it begin to pulsate as I anticipated his next spot. My respiration began to increase and my kitty-cat became wet as my son's handwriting decipher my tum and incidental touch electrified my breast.

As our scenario intensified, I opened my eyes to see Henry M. Robert still working in the sketch forgetful to my stream site much like the last ten years of our marriage. My twat continued to beat as I let my son's exploration continue. I couldn't diaphragm him as waves of pleasure flowed through my body. His hand no longer mental object to stay on the outside of my bosom began to fondle my pap as I felt his cock harden behind me as he began slow rhythmic rotation behind me. Suddenly I felt his organic structure tense, his clasp tighten and his hand on my breast intensify followed by a sudden loosening. Did my son just orgasm, did I just make my own son cum. My god what have I done ? My foreland swirled, as I lay motionless. We continued to lay intertwined as he held me and I feared our relationship might just have changed forever.

1/24

I was sitting in the hothouse finally night Reading and boozing wine, Robert was sleeping as typical and Michael continued his new sexual spare-time activity of me. He came down at about midnight still in his pyjama and claimed he couldn't sleep because of a stomachache. I guided him to various remedies in the kitchen ; but, he was convinced a stomach rub would be all he needed. Relented to his continual insisting, I turned to my incline and he nestled in next to me on his back and began to rub his tummy gently hoping to ease his uncomfortableness. As I rubbed lower I found myself hitting something firm with the incline of my hand as my Michael's cock had responded to my intervention. I decided to score a witting effort to stay eminent on his breadbasket as I continued but his excitement was not to be deterred. Before I realized, he had pulled his behind down to scupper his fully erect cock. I must say I was surprised at its size, but knew this could n't continue and promptly returned it to his pajama. Michael was not to be deterred and he quickly removed his with child erecting a secondly time. It must own been the wine because I did n't baulk this metre and let it remain peril. As his massage continued, I found my hand sliding under his rooster and gently moved my thenar to its head word. He was bigger than his Dad and absolutely harder. I found myself unconsciously beginning to stroke it. My twat began to dampen as we continued this taboo dance together. I closed my center as I squeezed and stoked this beautiful rooster up and down while I massaged its headland. I could hear his breathing gain and his cock begin to pulse as his coming exploded across his stomach. The sheer volume amazed me. When he settled, I told him to clean himself up and get back to bed.

As I sat the alone reliving what just happened, I noticed a bombastic splatter of his cum on my berm, my Logos cum. That realization sent quiver through my pussy. I gathered up his seed and unconsciously began to rub it into my clitoris. Harder and arduous I rub my sons seed into my cunt as I let out the most powerful orgasm I've experienced in years. I realized I was taking a journey down a very severe road but the vividness I feared was impossible to stop.

2/01

Our behavior is getting more than and more hazardous. Michael had become more pertinacious with his mitt and hugs when I drink at night. Henry M. Robert does n't seem to be mindful but I fear I can no longer contain Michael nor do I think I want to barricade him. Friday night with Henry Martyn Robert again sleeping, Michael came down the stairs and wanted to dedicate me a endorse rub. I quickly said yes and pointed him to the baby oil in our downstairs bath. While he was retrieving the oil, I removed my top and laid on my belly on our living elbow room story. I felt like a schoolgirl again anticipating his hands caressing my back and touching the sides of my breast. As he poured the warm oil and began to massage into my skin, I melted into the thick carpet. I could feel his free energy current through his handwriting as his prick hardened against the thin yoga bloomers that provided the only barrier to his entering me.

When I turned over my resistance had collapsed as he started to massage my social movement. My breasts now completely exposed to him prepare me find incredibly vulnerable and erotically charged. I spread my leg wider providing him access to knead me but also unconsciously positioning him within my cunt. He immediately began to massage my tit and caress my mamilla. I could find his toilsome cock pressed against the cloth covering my now drenched pussy.

My eyes closed, I reveled in this acute delight as my son caressed my eubstance. My ramification ever wider inviting him in closer and when he asked if he could take my yoga trouser every ounce of my mind said no it was ill-timed and it can not keep on but the countersign"YES"left my lips. I was now completely bare laying feast before my son resting my upper body on my elbows as he removed his wearing apparel as well. This was the first clock time I looked at his chiseled frame not as my son but as my lover and as I pulled him down on top of my consistency I instinctively guided him inside me. I could wait no thirster to feel that magnificent turncock trench inside snatch. He entered me with no resistance as my body eagerly accepted him as each poking filled me an intensity and a dear that had no bounce. Every percentage of me felt the peach of our pairing as he continued to impale me with his manhood. I loved him at a cryptical level at that moment with a bond like I've never felt. I pulled him in tight as he came inside my womb filling me with a come that created an entirely new depth to our connection.

We lay together defenseless holding one another before I realized Robert could come down at any minute and Michael should head back to his elbow room. For my part I slept in the guest room that night.

2/02

I need him again but its too dangerous here at the sign. I'm going to be after a weekend at the beach theater so I can ensure our secret is safe.

Continued……