I stormed into the house and went straight to my bedroom. I made sure to close the door before I sat down on the bed.
Immediately my mind started to wonder how things went so badly wrong. I had it all laid out in my mind just an hour or two ago. Send Marcus home and all would be good. I could forget all about him and move on.
Now, not only did Marcus not go home, but we had sex. I didn't know how it happened. With everything he has done to Kevin, how could I allow it to happen?
Not only that, but I was ashamed to admit it, but it was the best sex I had ever had.
The way Marcus had filled me up, the way he knew how to move to maximize my pleasure. It was amazing and it made me feel even more ashamed.
I was petrified of Kevin may have heard us. Well, me. Marcus wasn't that loud, but I sure was. My body started to shake from fear.
I was so engrossed in my thoughts that when my cell phone beeped, I jumped. With shacking hands, I picked it up and saw a message from Kevin.
My heart was pounding out of my chest as I opened it up to read the message. I let out a huge sigh of relief when I read that he had gone to the library early. He said he didn't want to wake me, so he rode his bike and that he would be there for a few hours.
My emotions went all over the place. They went from relief from him not being home; to anxiety and fear of Marcus saying something later. I was also horrified when going back out to the shed for more popped into my head.
What kind of mother was I to allow my sons bully to not only have sex with me, but to wanting more the first chance I knew we could get away with it? I was sick to my stomach with how I acted; how I betrayed my own son.
I don't know how long I was sitting there, but eventually I thought I had the self confidence and strength to send Marcus home. I stood up and looked at the clock. It was nearly 11, nearly time for him to go anyway.
I grabbed some bottles of water as I walked through the kitchen and out to the shed. With each step, I kept telling myself repeatedly to say "Thank you for the help. You can go now, and you don't have to return."
When I got to the shed door, I grabbed the handle. I took a deep breath before turning it and stepping in. As I walked in the door closed behind me.
Marcus was standing by some boxes. His shirt was still off. Despite my emotions going all over the place, I couldn't help but admire is sculpted, dark, muscled body as I handed him some water.
"I brought you some water." I said and handed him a bottle. I looked around the shed after he took it to see what he had been doing.
"Thanks." Marcus said and unscrewed the top. "I put all the stuff that looked like trash by the door. On the left I put stuff I thought you might like to keep. On the right are the stuff I know you would want to keep."
I walked over to the boxes and bags and boxes pilled on the left. I looked down at what he had put there. I saw some of Kevin's old toys and clothes, some Christmas decorations, and some old pictures.
I bent down to move the stuff on the top to the side to see what was below. I picked up an old picture, and stood up, wiping the dust off it.
Suddenly, I felt hands wrapping around my waist. Marcus then pulled me back against him. I felt his hard cock press against my lower back.
"Marcus! What do you think you are doing?" I said in shock.
"You can't help it, can you?" He said as he put his head right behind my ear. I tried to move forward away from him, but he had a firm grip. His arms were firmly around my waist. "So fucking hot! So sexy!"
"T-t-thank you." I said as I tried to step forward again. "But you have to stop. Not again."
"You smell so good." Marcus said as took a deep breath in. "And feel even better."
He moved his one hand from around my waist, using it to roam around my side and stomach. He started to grind his hips against me, pressing his cock against me.
"Please." I begged as I put my hands on top of his and tried to pull them off, but they wouldn't move. "I can't do this to Kevin. Not again! He would kill me if he ever found out!"
"That scrawny little shit will never know. I will never say anything to him again." He said as he started to slide his hands up the sides of my body.
"I love these tits." He said as he cupped them in his hands and moved his thumbs back and forth across my nipples. "You shouldn't cover them up!"
"Marcus...please...I... Oh god!" I moaned as he pinched my nipples. Instantly they started to get hard from the attention. Pleasure went through my entire body as I looked down. I bit my lip as I saw his dark hands on my breasts. Over my dress.
"You shouldn't cover them up!" Marcus said as he grabbed each side of my dress. With one swift motion he pulled his hands outward. There were multiple popping sounds as buttons flew off and my dress opened wide.
"Marcus!" I yelped in surprise as he ruined my dress.
"I couldn't wait for you to undo your dress." He said as he grabbed a breast in each hand. He started to rub them and pinch them. I felt his chin on my shoulder as he looked down.
"We shouldn't..." I tried to say until Marcus pinched until he aggressively pinched my nipple. I took in a sharp breath as he squeezed. I tried to fight the pleasure coursing through my body and the desire for it to continue. "Can't...not...again..."
He took one hand away from my breast and slid it down my stomach. He moved under what little of the dress which was still buttoned. I knew what he was doing and where his hand was going. I tried to tell him to stop but the words wouldn't come out.
"Just as hot and wet as this morning. Or is it still hot and wet since this morning?" Marcus asked as he slid his hands over my clit and started to rub me. I knew he was not expecting an answer.
"We shouldn't..." I was finally able to whisper in a shallow voice. "I can't...so wrong..."
"That's not what you were saying earlier. You were begging me to fuck you with this big dick." Marcus replied as he started to rub my pussy faster.
"Mmmm..." I moaned as I leaned my back against Marcus. I raised one hand and put it behind his head. My other hand lowered and reached behind.
I couldn't stop myself. I started to rub his hardness, first over his shorts. When I found the sting tying his shorts around his waist, I gave it a pull. I left his shorts fall. I then slid my hand into his boxers and started rubbing.
"So big." I said as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. "So thick."
I felt Marcus start to move his hips as soon as my fingers were wrapped around him. I knew I should stop, but I couldn't help myself. I loved the feeling of his hardness in my hand and him moving as I did. He was also rubbing and fingering me at the same pace.
I felt Marcus leaning into me. It wasn't just to get closer either. He was putting his weight against me. It was forcing me to bend over a bit. It was getting to the point where I had to take my hand from the back of his head and braced myself against the wall.
I felt Marcus's hand leave my breast. I looked down to see him lifting the back of my dress up and holding it against my lower back. He took his other hand off my slit and started to push his boxers down.
The sudden loss of pleasure caused a moment of clarity. Marcus was about to take me again. For a split second, I thought of objecting, if trying to stop it. Then I admitted to myself, I wanted it. I wanted to feel Marcus's big, hard cock in my pussy. At least Kevin wasn't home.
I felt Marcus's hand touch mine inside of his boxers. I didn't want to release my grip, but I did so anyway when he took hold of it. I felt his boxers move down as I moved my hand out. Then I felt his hard cock brush against my bare ass.
I reached up and grabbed my own breast and pinched my nipple. I needed to feel some pleasure to override the little guilt that was nagging me.
I felt Marcus press against me. I turned and looked down to watch as he took his cock and lined it up. I felt his head brush against my lips as he moved up to my entrance. I couldn't help but shudder.
When he his head found my hole, he did not take his time. Once the head was in, Marcus took his hand off his cock and put it on my shoulder, holding me in place.
Marcus slid straight in and all the way until his thighs were pressing against me. He wasn't hard or aggressive, just one motion.
"Jesus!" I yelped. I wasn't expecting all of him at once. I thought he would be the same as earlier; slow, gentle, and easing it in.
"I love this pussy!" Marcus said as he slid his cock in and out of me. He was going at the same deliberate pace he had earlier this morning. "It's like my cock never left. It belongs in here. It belongs in your pussy. And that ass. I can't wait to see my dick fucking that!"
"N-n-never going to happen!" I said with a moan. I rubbed and pinched my own nipple as he moved in and out of me.
I had never done anal sex, and I wasn't really interested in it. My husband had wanted to try, but I didn't. With how big Marcus was in my pussy, I knew my ass would never take his size anyway.
"That's what you said about having my dick in your pussy and look where we are. Second time today I have been balls deep inside of you." Marcus said. I could hear the seriousness in his voice but also a little of the pleasure he was feeling as well.
He took his hand off my shoulder. I felt Marcus as he reached around the front of me with both hands grabbing the bottom part of my dress at the front. He gave it a few pulls, ripping the last remaining buttons off.
Once the dress was free of the buttons, Marcus reached up and grabbed the front of my neck with one hand while the other pulled the dress. As much as he wanted to expose my body to him, I wanted it just as much.
I took one hand off the wall and the other off my breast. With my arms and hands loose, it allowed Marcus to pull my dress off.
As soon as my dress hit the floor, Marcus returned his hands to my shoulder and my hip. I also returned my hands to their former position; one hand bracing the wall while the other rubbed my breast.
