Having sex with my son a few nights ago has made me a better person all around. I can see myself as a changed woman now, for the good of life. Ever since the other night, I have thought more positively about myself. I feel more beautiful. Maybe it was because my own son wanted sex with me as much as I did with him. I just know, deep inside, my love for him and my husband is starting to develop more strongly than I have ever imagined.
I was laying there on my stomach feeling my husbands dick tearing my pussy apart as he fucked me incredibly hard from behind. I had my face buried in my pillow concealing my screams from every push my husband was making into me. Tonight for some reason it was hurting a little but every time he went deep inside me, but I still found myself cumming a few hard times.
It was impossible to lay there now and have sex with my husband without imagining he was my son. And, my husband knew it. He made small comments, but he did not seem to mind. He really had a thing for hearing me tell him about that night as it always made him fuck me harder and harder.
"You and your son can both fuck" I would breathlessly say to my husband as he laid on me fucking me.
My husband would ask me "what did you feel when he first went inside of you?"
It was hard to really explain, but I tried by replying in words such as "I just closed my eyes to feel it, and I was very scared."
The truth is, I was scared. There is a major line that is frowned upon in society, and I crossed it. I do not regret it in the least bit, but apart of me wonders what my son thinks of me now. Does he think bad of me, and does he regret what happened between us?
Between my husband and I, it has provided us with a new sexual experience to help with us getting off ourselves. I wonder if my son has masturbated thinking of what we did and what I did to him the next morning.
I rolled over on to my back laying there as my soaking wet pussy has now started to drip streams of my juice down my inner thighs as my husband commenced fucking me missionary style. I looked at him and said "I want to fuck him again."
"Yeah?" My husband asked questioning my comment.
"I do." I replied back.
And with that my husband responded with "go for it."
I looked my husband dead in the eye and just smiled at him then biting my lower lip in excitement. I knew I wanted to do it, and my husband knew it also.
After my husband and I finished having sex, we laid there in silence when I faced him and asked him if he would allow me to take a weekend trip to Gatlinburg and rent a cabin for Adam and I? Financially I thought we were fine and so I wanted to ask, and sure enough to my expectation, my husband asked me to search for a 1 bedroom cabin for the two of us.
The next morning I was getting ready for work when I realized I needed to make sure Adam was ok with it. While he was at school I sent him a text message regarding my plan with going to Gatlinburg with him and claimed I needed to have a break from work and all the stress. Adam agreed and said he would love to. That settled it, I thought to myself, so I began searching for a nice cabin. I wanted one with a romantic view and one with a hot tub that I could relax in. I found the perfect one. It was called "Forever Together!" It had an amazing view, a hot tub, a pool table, an indoor jacuzzi, and a king size bed. It looked so romantic, and I booked it for 2 nights for the upcoming weekend. I was very excited and texted Adam quickly letting him know the details. He couldn't wait!
That friday came quickly and I kissed my husband goodbye on the porch and made my way to our car. Adam wanted to drive us so I let him without giving any grief. Three hours of a trip in front us and just me and my son. I seemed to be in heaven as my son and I already knew what was in store for us this weekend.
About 10 minutes into our drive, I asked Adam what he seriously thought of us having sex earlier in the week. He said he was in shock afterwards but during he was completely into me. I reached down and grabbed his hand and held it and told him how much I loved him. We held hands for about the whole trip as we talked and laughed and planned what all we wanted to do this weekend.
I told him no matter what happens, I didn't want him to call me mom, but instead, to call me Keri this weekend. He said it sounded weird saying it but he would get use to it eventually.
We arrived at our cabin about 8pm, and I went in while Adam brought in our bags behind me.
"What the hell did you bring Mom? This shit is heavy as hell!" He asked me.
I laughed and said "Nothing out of the ordinary Adam, but please, call me Keri."