Second chapter, big thank you to akeyesx for giving me a hand with some editing and I appreciate the previous comments, I hadn't realized how difficult it is to objectively analyze one's own work. Future recommendations will always be considered!
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My head was spinning as my sons cum oozed out of my used pussy. His meaty cock and talented mouth had given me more pleasure than I could have ever imagined. A few hours ago I had been a caring and proper mom, doing everything to make sure my son was raised right. Now I felt the complete opposite, as we lay naked, our bodies covered in sweat - I had taken advantage of him, and although he assured me that he truly wanted this, I was afraid of the repercussions of my actions. As my son rolled off of me and gently spooned my naked body, we drifted to sleep as I recounted the events that had led to this moment.
The divorce was much more difficult than I had ever let on. I never lost my temper, never acted irrationally, always had my son's best interests in mind - ensuring that his father would help pay for his college and expenses that coupled that whole process. When we met in Med School, his father was a tall, handsome and well-built man. Now he was paunchy, drank too much beer, and was more interested in spending time at the strip club than with his wife or son. Divorce meant that I wouldn't have to feel jealous whenever he snuck out on the pretense of 'going to the bar.'
It also meant that our combined income would no longer cover the mortgage. We had afforded our son, Jeffrey, a very privileged lifestyle and I was afraid that moving from the well-above average size house with a pool and an enormous yard to a more middle class dwelling might leave him bitter regarding my decision to leave. Alas, boys will always surprise you and mine was no exception. His interest in looking at houses and excitement about starting over eased my mind. It also made me look at him in a more mature light. And I suppose that was the beginning of my descent into depravity.
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When I woke up the next morning, Jeff's arm was still draped across my naked body, his hand gently clutching my breast. I decided to let him sleep in a bit while I wriggled out from beneath him. As I turned to look at him laying naked, I couldn't help but salivate over his exposed manhood. I gently brushed my fingers over my clit, and was reminded with soreness of how hard he had fucked me last night. I put on some lounge sweats and a T-shirt and went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Coffee, bacon, eggs and toast would be the plan for that morning. I felt like a well-prepared meal may indicate - before saying - that I was OK with lasts nights events.
Jeff wandered down to the smell of bacon as it wafted throughout the house.
"That smells so good! Thanks for making breakfast" he said as he poured himself a cup of coffee, grabbed me around the waist with his free hand and kissed me on the cheek. I blushed like a schoolgirl.
"You're too sweet to your old mom" I said. "Sit down, I want to talk to you."
A look of dread crossed his face.
"It's nothing bad" I assured him, "I just want to make sure you're OK."
We sat across from each other and began eating. He didn't say anything.
"Last night got pretty crazy" I finally said.
He smirked. "Yea."
"I just want you to know that I still love you, nothing has to change between us. I had a lot of fun though" I said as I reached my leg under the table and ran my foot along the inside of his thigh. He looked up and I gave him a wink.
"I thought maybe you'd have changed your mind"he replied.
"I would love to do that again but only if you feel OK about it. And, for obvious reasons, this has to be our secret."
"I love you, I would never do anything to hurt you, and I won't say anything to anyone" he replied
I stood up and walked around the table and kissed him. "I'm all in if you're all in, baby boy."
"I love that idea, mommy"
The sound of him calling me 'mommy' made my pussy gush. I kissed him again, deeper this time as I pulled his face towards mine. He responded by grabbing my butt and pulling me towards him. I straddled his leg while continuing to kiss and caress his face. He reached up with one hand and gave my breast a gently squeeze, found my achingly hard nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. I broke the kiss and arched my back, pressing my body into his.
"Yessss!" I hissed as he continued to play with my nipples.
I backed up from his embrace. Smiling at him I said "I need to take a shower, care to join?"
"Absolutely, wouldn't miss it for the world."
He followed me out of the kitchen, up the stairs and into the master bathroom. I could feel his eyes on me and I purposefully swayed my hips with each step to tease him a bit. The master bathroom had an enormous shower stall that my husband and I used to share. It was complete with two showerheads and a bench that was convenient for shaving my legs. I reached in and turned the water on as I seductively shimmied out of my sweat pants. I pulled my T-shirt over my head and turned to him. He looked to be hard as a rock already and his erection was straining against his shorts. I reached out, gave his delicious cock a gentle squeeze then turned back to get into the shower. He quickly shed his clothes and joined me.
I lathered up some soap and began massaging his chest and abs. Getting achingly close to his hard cock before moving back up his chest. After teasing him for a bit, I reached down and began to stroke him. He felt so hot and hard in my hand. I pumped his length back and forth, letting my hands travel over the ridges of his cock, I could feel every pulsing vein. I loved the feeling as I ran my fingers down his shaft and over the crown of his engorged head. God, he was so swollen and hard that it felt like a doorknob in my little hand.
"Oh mommy it feels so good when you wash me."
"Well a good mommy should always make sure her baby boy is clean."
His cock looked as if it would explode at any second so I released him and turned to rinse the soap off of my hands.
"Will you clean mommy now?"
Facing him, he began caressing my breasts with his soapy hands. He was paying close attention to my nipples, which sent electricity through my body as he playfully squeezed them. He alternated between massaging my breasts in circles and pinching my nipples gently between his fingers.
