The noises from Jeremy's room were getting louder and louder as he increased the speed of his masturbation. Like a zombie I found myself caught in a trance and walked across the hall to his room, slowly I turned the door knob hoping it wouldn't make a sound. Just a crack I opened and peaked in, my heart beat fast and warmness rushed through me as I saw my handsome young son with his thick phallus gripped in his right hand. He was working it like a madman, his strokes so fast his hand was a blur. He was grunting and moaning and his cock was dark and throbbing just ready to burst.
That is when I heard it and knew my son wanted me as much as I wanted him.
"Oh yes mommy....I am cumming! I love you mom!" I heard him moan. I was fasinated as I watched the thick ropes of semen fly high in the air and land on his young muscular body.
I felt my knees get weak and my pussy quiver, I reached down to give it a rub and as soon as my hand contacted my wetness I orgasmed.
I quickly retreated back to my bedroom when my husband turned and awoke from his sleep. He looked at me and smiled. It had been another great night of sex for us. The taboo thoughts of my son and I having sex had spurred a monster in my husband, all his tiredness had been forgotten and he was banging my pussy like we were teenagers again.
The new found vigor with the nasty thoughts of incest was building an uncontrollable fire in the both of us and as I got back into bed I pulled the covers down and noticed my husband's cock hard and ready. I took it in my hands and dropped my head into his lap. Taking the member into my mouth I could taste the remnants of my pussy juices from last nights fuck. Where once again Brad had pretended to be Jeremy and fucked me so hard I thought we might fall off the bed.
I slowly sucked down his cock, soaking it with my spit. Tracing my way back up his shaft I swirled my tongue on the underside of his delicious pole. When I got to the top of his prick I sucked the head real hard and let it pop out of my mouth. As I was doing this I had grabbed his sack and massaged his balls with my left hand at the same time I stroked up and down his shaft with my right. It didn't take long for my hubby to be bucking his hips and when I took his cock back in my mouth he thrust deep into my throat. I heard him moan and then felt his warm saltiness spray in my mouth. I drank all his nourishment and then broke my mouth grip and came up to his face and kissed him. On my way up my heart stopped for a second as I thought I saw a shadow at the crack in the door. Could our son have been spying on us?