Our Family Disowned Us

Let me give you a brief history of myself. My name is Julie Foreman. This story is being told from events about 4 years ago. I was a 44 year old mother of two children, one newborn granddaughter, and married to my husband Michael, for 23 years. I was a 9th Grade Geometry teacher at Calvary Christian Academy, for students K-12th grade.

My son, MJ (his name is Michael, after his father), was 22 yrs old. He had been married to my daughter in law, Brittany, for almost a year, and they just welcomed my first grandchild, Madison, 2 weeks earlier.

My daughter, Taylor, 19, was a Junior at Warren College, a 3 hour drive from our hometown.

It was a Thursday, about noontime, when our whole family dynamic, turned upside down.

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"Yes baby, oh baby yes!! Give it to me!," I moaned, deep in the throes of illicit sex with my son, the lewdness of the bedposts, slamming into the wall. Michael, balls deep in my quivering pussy. "Yes baby, fuck your mother!"

My husband was on, yet, another mission trip, this time, 11 days, to Peru. My husband, is a church pastor, so this trip had been planned out for months.

Holding my legs up, kissing my nylon clad feet, MJ, all 6'3 inches and 250 lbs of himself, was pounding me, intent on pushing my 100 lb body, through the mattress. "Fuck mom, yes!," Slamming his 9 inch long sledge hammer deep into the place he was birthed from. "I can fuck this pussy every second of every day; God, I missed this!!" The assaut had been on going for about an hour, after we came from seeing my little granddaughter.

My daughter in law, Brittany, was on strict orders from the doctors, to rest and not do a lot as she was still recovering from the emergency C-Section they had to perform as Madison decided it was time to make her worldly appearance.

Having her mother at their apartment to help with my granddaughter, allowed me to make an excuse that I needed MJ to move some firewood in the backyard for me, as a cold weather front was approaching and his father conveniently forgetting to pile it up.

"Yesssssss... honey.... don't stop; Harder baby! Oh... God yes!!" The sounds of the bedsprings, struggling to keep up with every thrust delivered by my baby boys "pussy destroyer" as it's so aptly named, echoed throughout my marital bedroom.

My blouse, ripped off me, Buttons strewn on the mattress and floor, My 32B breasts bouncing around as the bed rocked. My skirt, pushed over my 22' waist, my greying hair matted in sweat, a far cry from the perfectly styled "do" I had spent hours on this morning, knowing Michael would be resuming our 3 year affair, One of my red high heels, secure on my foot, after the left one popped off in the early stages of Michael throwing me on my marital bed, were the telltale signs of a very lust filled meeting.

"Ungh!! Ungh!! Oh.. baby.., Yesss!!!," continued to reverberate throughout the 5,000 square foot home of the upper class neighborhood, the headboard ruining the lavender wall behind it.

Feeling his aching, cum filled testicles starting to tighten, and the urgency of his pumping, I knew the time had arrived for an explosion of epic proportions," Fuck mom, I'm cumming!," My son triumphantly cried out, 2 weeks of his baby makers stored up after his wife went to give birth.

Feeling 2 weeks worth of semen lathering my bruised, well used vagina, after the pent up frustration finally broke the dam, the sloshiness of our juices mixing together, I was running my nails down his scratched up back, "Empty it all in me honey; Get alllll that glorious cum you've held in you, into me, "I softly spoke, looking up at the gorgeous specimen sweating above me.

My legs, with runs down my pantyhose, created by my overzealous lover, were finally released after the last thrust in me, sucking the remainder of his teenage splooge, into my welcoming womb.

Finally empty and both of us completely exhausted, MJ breathlessly replies, "Holy shit mom, I missed you; But ever make lie to Brittany again!," with a tired laugh.

"You know where I live, and you know your fathers schedule," I reminded him. "All you have to do is call me," I continued, running my hands. and manicured red finger nails, through his hairy chest.

After about 5 minutes of catching our breath, Michael pulled out, and our juices poured out of my well used pussy, onto my bed. Not realizing someone was standing at the entrance to my bedroom, and with her hand over her mouth, my daughter screamed,"MOM? MJ? OMG! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!"

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November 14, 2021

This was the night my affair began with my then 18 yr old son, MJ.

He was a senior in high school, was a starter on his football team. I had always attended my children events, MJ's football games, Taylor's piano recitals, softball games etc.

My husband, Michael was always at the church till late in the evening, working on his Sunday sermon, hosting men's Bible study, to name a few things. But he rarely, if ever, attending the kids' events.

It being close to Thanksgiving, I was upset Michael had forgotten about our date night. We would always go to a restaurant. So I told MJ, that, at the last moment, I'd be going to his game. It was an out of town affair, as this game was against two teams ranked in the top 5 of our state. I ended up reserving a hotel room near the school the game was at.

About 4 pm I called Michael, and since he didn't seem to have a date reserved for us, I was just going to attend MJs game. "Jules, dear, I forgot; I'm sorry," He'd solemnly said, knowing I loved going to our favorite restaurant. Continuing, he said, "Go ahead and enjoy his game, he always loves it when you and Taylor root him on. My daughter, Taylor was spending the next couple nights at her best friends house to study for a big test together.

Having settled that and already dressed in a beige colored 3/4 length dress, beige 3" heels, (You know, the type an old school marm would wear) and glossy suntan pantyhose, I packed an overnight bag, as I knew I wouldn't be driving after the game.

When I told MJ, he was excited. "I thought you and dad were going to dinner," He asked, not sure as to the sudden change.

"I guess he forgot," I sighed. "So I guess you're stuck with me tonight."

"Are you going dressed like that mom?," MJ asking unsuredly.

"Why? Would you like me to change?," I pushed back. This was how I always dressed.

"Oh hell no!," He replied. "Don't change it's ok."

After scolding him for his use of verbiage, I pecked him on his cheek, and told him I'd meet him at the stadium.

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Arriving at the game, I located a spot in the stands and put my blanket beside me in case the cold winds picked up during the game. Seeing MJ warming up, he looked over and waved at me.

Suddenly I became self conscious as I was clearly overdressed. Moms and dads, dressed in jeans, sweaters, sneakers, many adorning the themed colors for the upcoming holiday. With eyes upon me, I tried to ignore them, and just focus on my son.

As the game was being played, each team was trying to matriculate the ball down the field. Missed passes, fumbles, and interceptions were all over the field.

In the 3rd period, the score was 7-3, MJs school was leading. A running play had developed, and my son was suppose to set a block, hoping to free the runner. Rather, he missed the block and when the ball carrier was tackled, he fumbled away the ball. That was the 3rd block he missed this game.

As they were running back to the sideline, the head coach was pointing his finger and waving his arms, directed at MJ. Dejectedly, I saw MJ rip his helmet off and throw it on the ground. Then he sat at the end of the bench, not playing for the remainder of the game.

Ultimately our team lost 13-10 that night.

As the parents were awaiting the players, I had struck up a conversation with another mother who felt bad for MJ, but reminded me of the prior game and how flawless he played. So wondering why he played such a poor game, I waited until the players were changed and released, to get my answer.

Seeing MJ, I gave him a "sad" smile as he walked up to me. Putting my arm around him, I said, "Cmon honey, let get something to eat, then go to our hotel room."

We talked all throughout dinner. He was angry at himself as he admitted to being distracted from time time. Probing further, I finally got the "source of distraction" out of him.

"Your legs mom, alright?," MJ reluctantly admitted. Continuing, he said, "Those three blocks I missed, were literally in your direction; As I was going to set the block, I saw you in the stands, and your legs distracted me, so I missed."

Shocked at this admission, I retorted, "Honey, I asked you if you wanted me to change, prior to leaving; you said no. Why would you say no, if I would be the reason for your benching?"

We continued our conversation, my left hand on top of his, running my nails gently across his hand. At this time, he reluctantly dropped a bomb on me.

"You're a beautiful woman mom, dads a fucking idiot how he is so focused on everything church, but doesnt seem to recognize your presence," MJ said, clearly agitated, and upset. "If you were my woman, I would treat you like gold."

I obviously was at a loss for words, but responded, "First of all, I dont appreciate your language; Secondly, your father is a very hard working man, dedicated to his work." Adding, "Yes, I'm disappointed we didn't go out to dinner, but I got to be in the stands cheering you on." Finally, I said, continuing to run my fingers gently on his, "I appreciate what I hope was a compliment to me, it really meant something."

His words triggered something in me that would be the initial step, of the present, I now live.

After paying the bill and leaving, it was now 11pm and we went to the hotel. Entering our room, 2 queen size beds lay before us, awaiting a body to come crashing down on it for a nights rest.

"I'll take this one mom," MJ said plopping his ear buds and cell phone on one of the beds. Laying down on his bed, he began taking his shoes off and I couldnt take my eyes off him.

Trying to shake off the thoughts, a mother clearly shouldn't be having, about her son, I grabbed my phone.

"I need to call your dad, and wish him goodnight." Turning away, I let out a "Phew!" as I pressed call.

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"Fine Michael!, what else do you have to cancel! Im your wife for goodness sake! We had the trip to the coast planned for 6 months!" I threw my phone across the room and it bounced off the carpet. Putting my head in my hands, I began crying.

Seeing this MJ, worried, came over to console me. "See? Dad's an asshole, I dont like seeing you cry, mom," He said, in a concerned fashion. His hand on mine, I asked him one question, "How long have you desired me sweetheart?"

"For a long time," Is all he answered.

At that moment I made the decision that forever changed our lives. "I'll be right back," I said, grabbing my over night back and disappearing into the bathroom. "Dont go anywhere."

10 minutes later, Stepping out of the bathroom, I took a deep breath. "Click!Click!Click! His head looking up, his mouth drops to the floor. "Mom?"

Slowly turning around, my eyes locked on his, I seductively queried, "Do you like what you see, baby?" With MJ nodding incessantly, I knew at that moment, I was about to break my wedding vows.

I stood just outside the bathroom door, my hair, a wavy mess, taken down from the scunchi that was attached to my hair, my dress and bra now off, displaying my 40 year old breasts. My left hand, on my hip, the only items still on me, being my nylons and heels, I continued, "So, ummm are you going to stare, or what?"

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1 AM

"Oh Michael, oh baby yes!!" The slapping of skin, two bodies crashing into each other, like waves hitting the shore. My legs, wrapped, as best they could, around my baby's waist, my head resting on the pillow, as my 18 year old son was thrusting away like a mad man.

Unh! Unh! Unh! Ahh! Ahh!! the moaning, the grunting, of the 3rd floor room, echoed sinfully through the otherwise, seemingly quiet hallway just outside. Drape open, light snow falling outside, the only light source in our room was the lamp beside the bed. My son, both hands flat on the mattress, either side of me, slamming his 250 lbs down into my soaked pussy.

Desperately ridding himself of the anxiety formed during his game, MJ was on a mission. "Yes!.. Baby!!.. oh Michael... yes.!! I struggled to say, as the baseball bat, rearranging the basepaths inside the hidden field, was stretching my insides. For 25 minutes, the creaky bedsprings, played a wonderful concerto of music to the ear.

"Oh Mom!" MJ cried, pumping as hard as he could, feeling his body tense, he announced, "Fuck!! I'm gonna cum!"

My fingers, erotically, running up and down his forearms, looking directly into his eyes, I softly ordered, "Do it. Empty all that stress

into me, sweety."

Feeling the flow of his juices entering my body, I kept encouraging him, "Oh yes baby, mama feels it!" Incestuous stream, after incestuous stream, coating my cervix, thinking he was finished, he started pulling out. The "PUHHLOP!" of his turgid snake, slowly softening, leaving my well used pussy, he realized he wasn't actually finished.

"Oh shit!'" he said, a look of horror in his face.

"I finished on your nylons, mom, I'm sorry," the look, like he was about to be yelled at, stuck to his visage.

Lifting my head off the pillow and looking straight down my prone body, I saw what looked like snow sprinkled on my jungle between my legs, and soon after, i could feel the saturation process begin, as my pantyhose absorbed his cum in a matted fashion.

"Honey, it's ok," I softly mewed, caressing his face with my left hand. "I have many more pair from where these came from," Giving him a tired, exhausted smile.

For the remainder of the night, whenever he could get hard, we had sex.

From that point, forward, the "perfect pastors wife aura" was shattered forever from the debauchery of my son and myself.

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We soon developed a "new normal" after arriving home. We had a clear understanding of what just happened, how it changed our relationship permantly, how, if ever leaked out, couild destroy our family, but even more importantly, what happens now.

It was difficult continuing our newfound affair, as MJ and I found it awkward, being in the same home, knowing one of the beds upstairs, should be steadily beating the wall.

Trying to act normal, we made sure we were careful, so as to not give clues to my husband or Taylor. But, at dinner time, suddenly MJ wanted to sit next to me, while my husband and Taylor sat next to one another. All meal long, Taylor would go on an on about her piano recital coming up, or "stupid boys" catcalling her, and other girls during softball practice. Trying to be engaged in my daughters ranting, MJ, would have other ideas. He seemingly perfected his hand disappearing under the table and finding my nylon clad leg. Under their noses, he slowly walked his fingers up and down my inner thigh, knowing it drove me bonkers. After dinner, everyone dispersed, Taylor, to her Snapchat, and Michael, to his office, upstairs.

As I was washing dishes, i feel my dress move up my thighs and lips kissing my neck.

"God mom, when are we going to have time alone, Im fucking going crazy," MJ said, quietly in my ear.

Drying my hands and turning around, I scolded him, yet trying to be empathetic, "Honey, I lnow you're anxious, but its hard as you literally have to leave for school not long after your sister leaves; We just dont have the time."

Now, there were times we would have an hour here, an hour there and, boy oh boy, MJ would frantically fuck me, using that time to rid himself of his extremely potent semen into me, but eventually, I began missing Taylor's events. It soon turned into excuse after excuse. Sudden parent teacher conferences, staff meetings, doctor appointments, just to find a few hours for MJ and me.

But the most interesting way my son and I got away with this, quite often, is that Taylor is a very naive, oblivious person. Her phone is stuck in her face, with Snapchat and Instagram being her drug of choice.

For example, one particular Tuesday morning after Michael left for the church, Taylor never even realized her father had left. MJ, not even being able to touch my legs for a few days, took no for an answer one morning.

She admitted to hearing 'her father and I' being intimate that morning, walking by the bedroom saying, "Really guys? Can't you wait till MJ and me leave for school?" Seductively hearing, "Oh Michael, fuck me baby", from behind the closed door.

Inside my bedroom, the lewd, insane slapping of skin was MJ buried between my legs, plumbing my insides with his powerful thrusts, my eyes glossy and fluttering behind my eyelids, one of his hand on my throat, the other, wrapped around my legs locked on his chest, like a filthy harlot in a brothel.

So this was how we spent every morning for the time being. I had managed to get MJs final semester changed so he could to school later, since he was a Senior and had half days.

A couple days before his graduation, I told my husband I had to leave for a few days, as I had an end of year weekend conference, I was to attend. MJ already knew the lie I was telling his father, but MJ also knew, I'd be disguised, at the very back of the auditorium waiting for him to receive his diploma.

I 'departed' that Friday morning, kissing my husband and telling him I'd be home Monday. I said MJ knew but I would makeit up to him when I arrived back home. Only, they didn't realize MJ was supposedly going on a weekend guys outing with his friends, to celebrate their historic moment.

That evening, diploma in hand, MJ comes walking out, knowing where I told him I'd be waiting. Seeing him, I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs arounf his waist. "Take me to the motel baby, we have all weekend." I said, as he carried me to my car.

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That whole weekend, we never left our room, living off of room service. My legs were under his complete control. On his shoulders, behind my head, wrapped around his waist, spread out in a 'V', or just lewdly lying on the bed, MJ fucked me as much as his pipe would let him.

Our headboard, loudly thumped the wall, my tits, freed from their lace prison, jiggling around as my cries, and moans reverberated throughout our suite.

"Michael! Michael! oh baby, fuck me!" No worry, no care in the world, just my lover and me, performing incestuous fornication, "Fuck Mom!! Goodd yesssss," he would say, repeatedly. Hours and hours, my bruised, battered, swollen, worn out, 40 yr old pussy, expelling his milky, testosterone-filled, spend, mixed with my motherly juices, every thrust in me, sinfully accepting the hammering it took. The white ring, circling his cock, a frothy substance, formed from load, after beautiful load, my squeezing, clenching, cunt pulled out of his grapefruit sized testicles. Sweat, pouring off his head, shoulders, chest, face, dripping onto my body, saturating my nylons, my naked torso. My own sweat, unsure how much more of the wonderful ploughing, my needy tunnel could take.

I went from a doting wife, mother, high school Christian teacher, to a disgusting, vile, incestuous, son fucking leper. But I didn't want it to stop.. EVER.

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MJ went off to college, as he had earned a football scholarship. I was blindsided, angry, that he would leave me. Sitting at our table, recruiter after recruiter, pitching their shpiel as to why MJ would fit their program, never thinking, in a million years, he'd just leave the woman who fell head over heels in love with him.

He waited to break the news one morning, Michael and Taylor having already left for the day.