A little history first.
I got married at 17 to the man who basically raped me. See I was a cheerleader in high school and at a party given by a friend, I not only lost my virginity but ended up pregnant at the same time. Dad wouldn't let me get an abortion and it was what some would call a shotgun wedding.
My new husband was 8 years older than me and a true asshole. What do I mean by that? Well for example, 3 days before I give birth to our son he came home early and seeing how supper wasn't ready, he pushed me towards the table. I tried to stop from my belly hitting it first and I broke 2 fingers in doing so. All my husband said was "Next time you will have my dinner ready wont you bitch." Nice guy, right.
I told my dad after I give birth about what happen hoping he would do or say something, but all he said was "You shouldn't have opened your legs to him."
When my son was 10 I was driving him across town to a soccer game but when we got there we found out it had been cancelled due to bad thunder storms in the area. I drove back home only to find my husband fucking the underage girl from down the hall.
It turned out he used the date rape drug on her and was in the middle of raping her when we walked in. The only good thing was she don't remember a thing about it. As for my dear sweet husband all he did was yell at me and my son to leave and for us not to come back for a hour.
Well I went next door and called the cops on him. Would you believe he was still balls deep in her when I opened the doors for the cops, what an idiot. He got 8 years for rape of a minor and I got a divorce.
So the job I had didn't keep us in a nice apartment we had so we had to move into a flea bag building and my son did odd jobs to help keep food on the table. You may have wondered about my parents and why they didn't help out, well my dad always says you make your bed you lie in it. In other words your on your own. Yes my dad was not a nice man either. Maybe that's why I swore off men after my divorce. Mom did send 20 bucks here or 30 there but it wasn't much.
My son was growing up to be a very handsome young man but he was hard to get up in the mornings. I would have to go in his room yelling at him to get up and on more often than not he would have a morning hard on and with him on his back it looked very large for his age. Ok there was times I would stop and stare at it after all it had been years since I had sex and seeing that thing standing up under a sheet made feel a stirring in my belly.
When I give birth to my son I had just turned 18 myself by 5 days so when my boy turned 18 there was only 18 years between us. That morning on his birthday I went in to wake him up so he wouldn't be late for school and when I opened the door he was on his back with no sheet over him and no underwear on either. Seeing his manhood standing up like that plus being the biggest one I ever seen in my life not that I seen that many, [only my ex and one time my dad], I wondered if any girl could take that much inside her.
The next 3 days it was the same thing and I had begun to wonder if he was wake and just wanted for me to see him naked. That day I got informed my parents who moved halfway across the country had died in a small plane crash and that the will was going to be read in one weeks time and that I was to be present at the reading.
We packed up our old clunker of a car and headed out. The first day the ac give out but that was ok after all it was only in the 90s. The next day the transmission blew up just as we pulled into what is known as a one horse town.
The café where we had stopped to eat was next to a repair shop and my son and a guy from the shop pushed it into the bay. He put it up on the hoist and removed the pan off the transmission with a bunch of pieces started falling out with the fluid. Not good. I was told it would cost to much to repair this one but he said he would see if he could find a good used one but it would be a day maybe two before it would be drivable again.
The only motel in town looked like it was built back in the days of cowboys and Indians, but it was cheap so we booked a single room not having much money. When we opened the door we saw there was just one double bed and it looked sway back with a hole in the middle. Well we had no choice and my son said he would sleep on the floor and I told him that we are adults and there's no reason we couldn't sleep together for a night or two.
That night we went to bed and the room's ac couldn't cool the room down all that much so my son was wearing only his boxers and I had on a thin t-shirt and panties on. It was hard to sleep when you had to ride the edge of the bed due to the hole in the middle.
I guess it was about 3 in the morning when I woke up in the hole with my son spooning with me and his manhood poking me in my ass. It did feel kind of sexy to have a cock against me again but when he moved it went between my legs and was pushing against my panty covered pussy. I heard my son murmuring his last girlfriends name as he pushed himself harder against me. I knew I was getting wet and very much turned on but I had to stop this.