Business Milf

This is Ch. 3 of Clara and her wayward son, Tommy.

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As we left our room, we went downstairs to have dinner. Holding his hand, I did feel safe with him. Just wanting our old life back, I was, reluctantly acceptant of how he was treating me. I did not like it, but it was the only way I could be around him.

After cleaning up, Tyler dressed down, nicely. He wore a button down shirt I bought him and a pair of slacks.

"Good evening, welcome to Ritzy's. Just the 2 of you, tonight?" Welcoming us to the in-hotel restaurant, we were greeted by the host.

"Yes, just my son and I," I claimed, softly.

Taking us to our table, my cell phone buzzed.

"May I take this call honey? It's my husband. He's also on a business trip," I'd asked.

"Why are you asking? You didn't listen to me when I told you not to marry him," the indifference in his voice, stark.

"Tyler... pl..."

"BUZZ! BUZZ!!

Picking up, I began to speak.

"Hi honey, Shelley and I just sat down to eat," I lied, as Tylers' hand sat on my leg. "We have meetings all day tomorrow, so we wanted to get an early shut-eye." Softly tracing along my inner thigh, Tyler was trying to distract me.

Seductively smiling, I put my hand on top of his and continued speaking. "I called home and checked on the girls. I guess they're driving your sister crazy."

Chuckling through the phone, he said he could only imagine. Continuing our conversation, I looked at my son. Trying to gauge his thought process, I decided, tomorrow to pose the question I wanted, to Roger. Seeing the server walking to us, I ended the call.

"Honey, the server is here, We need to give them our orders, I'll talk to you later." Usually telling him 'I love you', I didn't say it this time. Pressing 'end call', I put my phone away.

After we ordered our food, I just sat there looking at my son. Traipsing my nails delicately along his neck and hair, I also kissed his neck and face, trying to get any response. Ultimately, I decided to break the silence.

"Honey," I began, probing the situation. "We need to work this out. Please." The begging in my voice, apparent.

"I have nothing to say, Clara. Drop it," he said, barely above a whisper.

"So this is just purely sexual for you then, I take it," I posed, questioningly.

Agitated, Tyler, in a low, but serious tone reminded me, "It was you, who contacted me; It was you, who begged me; It was you who used infidelity, now, twice. So yes, It's JUST about sex. YOU wanted this."

"Tyler," I followed, as the ache in my heart persisted, "What happens if I did divorce him. Then what? Do we just go back to normal?

As he sat there listening to me, he had an indifference to him. Seemingly not caring about my please, he showed a blank look.

Continuing, I added, "I know I've hurt you, us. But the way you treat me now, is unfathomable."

Angrily slamming his hand on the table, eliciting glances from the other patrons, he bellowed. "You make this about me? You fucking married someone else after we had a child. YOU ruined us, not me. So before you push this on me... MOM... look in the mirror!"

Emphasizing the word mom, I guiltily scanned the restaurant. Suddenly interrupted, we hear another voice making it's presence.

"Clara," I hear.

Seeing that it was my Assistant, Shelly, I became self-conscious. Shelly had known I was having an affair on my husband, but she didn't know who the person was.

"Shelly. Oh. hey...hey," I stuttered.

I'm sorry to interrupt you. I was eating over there with some others and heard commotion here. That's when I noticed you. Looking like the cat that ate the canary, her look turned to wonder. The look on her face, told me she everything.

"And who do I have the honor of introducing myself?" Looking, intruguingly, at my son.

Speaking up, I figured it was time to he honest to her. "Shel, this is my son Tyler. Tyler, honey, this is my assistant, Shelly Marks."

Brushing her off, Tyler went back to his drink set forth before him.

"Since I'm here, Clara, can I have a quick word about tomorrow's meetings? It will only take a minute," she said, seeking Tyler's approval.

Not receiving a response, I just said, "Sweetie, I'll be right back." Leaving my purse and shaul behind, I joined Sherry.

Stopping a few feet away, I could see the antipathy clearly, on her face.

"Your son? Clara, Is he the one you've been seeing in that motel," she quipped, intrigued curiosity on her face.

Ashamed, I nodded. "Yes," was all I could say.

Doing math in her head, she made another astute observation. Putting her hand over her mouth, surprised she said, "So your daughter..."

"Both," I interrupted. Looking away, ashamed, I was concerned about our professional relationship, now.

"Wow," Shelley added. "No wonder you are so stressed.

"Not stressed, "I said, barely above a whisper. "He fucks the stress out of me," a hapless smile, on my face.

Putting her hand on mine, she said, "Hey. You're secret is safe with me." The reassurance, noted. "He must be good, to wear you out."

"We've only been here 3 hours and..."

"Mom," The voice powetfully called out. "Get over here!"

"Quickly, I excused myself "I gotta go, remember...," I began, before Shelly interrupted.

"Only if it's an emergency!" She orated, winking at me.

When she left, I rejoined my son.

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After eating, I asked Tyler if we could go on a walk. Since it was nice out, even at 8:30, I wasn't going to give up. Holding his hand, fingers interlocked, we walked along the riverfront.

"I can see our room from here," Pointing up to the building. "It's the only one with the drape still open." Trying to make humor, I wasn't succeeding well. After a while, I released his hand and stood in front of him.

Wrapping my hands around his neck, I stood on my tiptoes, even in my heels, and kissed him.

"Baby, please," I voiced, looking him in his eyes. "I'm going to tell Roger I want you living with us. Please. Come back to me. Please understand why I did what I did."

Still not receiving a response, I continued. "I want another baby... from you. You can live in the cottage behind the house. We can make this work."

Hearing me speak, Tyler rubbed his chin. Taking internally what I was saying, he spoke.

Stern, yet pointedly, he quipped, "So you want me to move in with you guys?" As I nodded, he continued. "I live in the cottage, and you and I continue what we've been doing.?"

"With love, yes. Not anger," I added.

"How can I be a father to my own children, if his old ass is there," he distinctly uttered. "You say no one can know about us, yet you want the security of Roger, without any suspicions."

Thinking I had all my bases covered, he added, "No. You either end your marriage and give me my children, or I'll eventually get to the point of not even getting between your legs anymore, and just let society know. In the end, they are my kids."

Shocked, I admit I snapped. "You are willing to destroy your own chil..."

"SMACK!"

Falling to the ground, I looked up in fear at Tyler. "YOU FUCKED IT UP, YOU STUPID BITCH!"

Holding my face, he grabbed my arm. "YOU MARRIED SOMEONE ELSE!! TOOK MY KIDS FROM ME!! DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING SHAME ME AGAIN!"

Now standing, I looked around. With no one in the park at that time, I pleaded with him. "Honey I wasn't trying..."

"SMACK! SMACK!"

"FUCK YOU! EITHER HE'S GONE, OR I AM!!" Tyler was snarling, at the top of his lungs.

Now crying, and trickles of blood on my lip, Tyler pushed me off him. "Leave me the fuck alone," he calmly, but authoritatively, said.

Walking briskly away, I plopped down on tye bench and cried.

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Arriving back the hotel, it was now 9pm. Having missed a call from my mother-in-law, I sent her a text apologizing for not wishing the girls, goodnight. Looking out the window, I pleaded outloud, "Honey.. I love you. Please come back."

Just then, I heard the door jiggle.

"Tyler!" I shouted, running to the door. Opening it, I suddenly blacked out.

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Opening my eyes, I realized my legs and hands were handcuffed to the bed. Feeling pain in my face, and with a nasty headache, I saw Tyler. Between my legs, he looked down at me.

"About time, you woke up, mom," The anger, now simmering. "I've been walking, and have made my own decision."

Unable to move, he ripped the buttons from the top of my dress off. Now open, he pushed my lace bra over my breasts. Scooching closer, he says," When I'm done with you tonight, you will do one of two things. 1. You will call Roger personally, and end your marriage, TONIGHT; or 2. I walk away, forever. Fuck you and Roger."

Pushing my hemline over my waist, he placed his turgid cock ar my entrance and asked me, "How badly do you want me?"

Before I could speak, he impaled himself fully in me. "Ohhhhh Tylerrrrr."

Bottoming out, balls deep in me and with contempt in his eyes, he cursed me. "You deserve this, you fuckin bitch."

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Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!

Now 1am, we had been going at it 4 hours. After freeing my legs, my wrists were still shackled to the bed. Having cum inside me 3 previous times, he was working on number 4.

"Oh Tyler, oh baby!" As the perspiration dripped off Tyler, my own sweating had matted my hair to my face. Every violent thrust in me, Tyler spewed vile filth at me.

"Me...or that.. mother...fucker...mom."

As my nylon clad legs were now pointing toward the ceiling, Tyler proceeded to pound me. With the intention of breeding me, the aroma of sex permeated our room.

"Fuck, take it mom!" Every plunge into my womb, as my vaginal walls gripped him, punctuated our incestuous dealings.

"Oh Ty..Tyler...Eas..Easy bab..baby...," The desperation exponuding.

"O..K..!O..K..!! You.. wi..win..."

Tyler, still full speed, kept pumping my middle aged cunt..

"Ahh! Ahh!! Fuck yes!!"

"Unh! ba..by..! Oh..Tyler.."

In an out, over and over, he ripped my insides. My tits were bouncing uncontrollably in the moonlit room. With runs in my hosiery, he finally signalled to me that he was about to burst. With his full nuts slapping against my upturned ass, and thighs, he let loose in me.

"Ahhh fuckkkkkk! Take...it...Allllll!!!," He bellowed, slamming himself forward. Mashing his scrotum into my ass and thighs, wave after incestuous wave exploded into my pussy. Ever pulse of his ick escaping his hose splashed against my cervix. Finally expelling the last remaining drops of cum into me, he pulled out.

As the deluge of our variegated juices cascaded out of my exhausted, beat up pussy, we both lie there, panting.

"We are leaving Tuesday, when your business trip is suppose to end," he said. "As soon as we get to your home, you will take MY kids, and leave him. Start the process of purchasing us a house.. immediately."

Nodding, he unbuckled my hands from the headboard. With a mix of anger, sadness, but joy, I asked him point blank if he was willing to have the whole of society know of our linkage.

"I didn't care who knew, mom. I wish you would have trusted me. You have a lot to do to win my love back," he pointedly added.

"I love you honey. Damn it, I love you," I was crying. "I'm just afraid I'll lose my job due to our union."

Hugging me, I felt a glimmer of what I hoped to win back.

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Monday and Tuesday, Tyler and me had sex, Lots of it, just not the hate fucking he would give me. Although not what we had before, my relenting to his demands, put a halt to his angry tirade. As long as i kept my end, I hope for a brighter future. Shelly did handle my meetings without issue. Periodically referencing me, I gave her all the tools necessary. Knowing she was going to he receiving a nice bonus from me, she ended up flying back to Virginia, Tuesday morning.

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When we arrived home, Tyler walked in my house I shared with Roger. Telling him I wanted a divorce didn't sit well. Explaining to him I ruined my relationship with Tyler, I admitted to marrying him for convenience. After telling him I conceived Sarah through infidelity. Tyler never did force me to admit of our sexual relationship, I just told Roger, I should have never married him.

As I began divorce proceedings, I had a paternity test done on Sarah. Without acknowledging who the father was, I did prove Roger was not. Meanwhile, I began the process of purchasing a home. Having found one in Blacksburg, I had the closing date moved up. After taking my girls, Tyler and I rented a hotel for 20 days until we could move into our home. Having a suite, allowed us the privacy to repair our relationship.

My divorce wasn't contentious, as I had moved into Rogers home. Having sold my old house after my wedding, I put that money aside so we had no community property. The divorce was finalized in 5 months.

I hurt him, exponentially. No I don't think I deserved being hit by him, I just wanted my baby back. With him not caring about who knew of our relationship, I carefully navigated my job. After securing another job in the same position I was in, I didn't worry about my new employers knowing about our incestuous affair. Once we moved into our home, things, finally, started to turn for the better. The anger was less, which meant when we were intimate, it was more loving.

A month after my business trip in Toronto, I learned I was, at 41 yrs of age, pregnant with triplets. Tyler and I still have a long way to go as far as trust is concerned, but I see the love coming back.

Before I became unable to fly due to my pregnancy, Tyler and I flew to Paris, where, with our daughters, legally married under their laws. Although not recognized in the United States, we live as a couple. As our last names were different, it was an easy process marrying in front of a magistrate.

As Mr. and Mrs. Tyler and Clara James, We now have 6 children. Gracie, now, age 6, Sarah, 4. Our triplets, Jacob, Jason, and Jenny, aged 2 1/2 and our 7 month old Katelyn. Tyler turned 24, a day before Katey was born, and I am going to be 44 soon.

Tyler is soon to get his credentials in HVAC, welding and plumbing, as he decided against college when I got pregnant with my triplets.

We are happier, believe it or not. The mistake I made in not trusting in us, and being afraid of the world finding out about our relationship, severely damaged the love we had when he was 18. I think I have kept to my promise that WE will always come first. No one will ever come between our love. Not society, laws, nothing.

As far as my Assistant Shelly, she still works at the same place but now, at almost 30, she is a godsend when we need a night out, as she watched our children for us.

Tyler isn't ready to stop wanting to impregnate me, but eventually, I told him, my body won't be able to handle that process.

I still dress for him. The nylons I wear have always been his thing, and I will never, not, provide that to my husband. With every incestuous thrust, deep in my womb, with every moan of his name, and with every time he blows out my back, I will love this man, for the rest of my life.

The end.