Protecting Her Legacy: Caught!

This is possibly the final chapter of Jane and Curtiis, not halfway through her business trip, Through all the sex they've had, Jane has no way out of it, as hes been blackmailing her due to an unwanted one night stand.

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Arriving in Atlanta, James gathered his bags. Figuring his wife Jane, would be asleep, he took his time finding a taxi. Calling Jane, he received her voicemail.

"This is Jane Hartley, I'm sorry I wasn't able to take your call, just leave me a message, and I'll contact you, as soon as I'm able. Thank you."

Ending his attempt for the 3rd time, he put his phone in his bag. Finding a taxi, he said to the driver, "Ritz Carlton, please."

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11:15 pm

"Cur...Curtis...baby...ple...please... Oh! Yes! Gawd...ba..baby!"

Now on my back, I was wearing my wedding dress. Having snuck it in with my luggage, Curtis had me put it on. Originally I was suppose to wear it for him Friday night, but when we were interrupted by my mother-in-law, he was furious. My white 4" stiletto pumps were on my feet, enhancing our sinful affair, and my veil sat cockeyed on my head, from his thrusting in my womb. My sun beige colored pantyhose, down at my hips, were a mess, having developed runs, down my inner thighs. With the front buttons undone, my tits were freed from the top of my wedding gown. Looking like a newly married bride on her wedding night, my son was fucking his 'bride.'

"Unh! Yes ba..baby!! Fuckitfuckitfuckittt!! Oh yes, Curtis!"

Not caring about tomorrow's conference meetings, I was too far gone in my incestuous dealings. I didn't want him to stop.

Again, with him on top of me, and his forearms pushing my legs back, he was savagely pounding my sopping pussy. Meeting his thrust, for violent thrust, his hands, under my butt, was helping me take all of his length. My nails were ripping his back and shoulders, with blood tricklets forming. My head was thrashing around on the pillow, as his face was literally millimeters from my own face.

Staring in his empty eyes, I could feel his laborious breath.

"Ah!..Ah!..Ah!.." With Curtis ceaselessly thrusting into me, my body jerked back, bumping my head, veil, and pillow against the headboard.

Panting, and in an inviting tone, I whispered, "Own...ma...mamas...pussy...pump... that... ba... baby...into...her...Oh yessssss!"

Having adjusted our bodies, Curtis could watch us in the mirror against the wall. If I tipped my head backward on the pillow, dependent on the angle, and my veill, I could also see our mating.

With him naked, aside from his gold chains around his neck and his weight smooshing my tits, he was viciously destroying my cunt. The hate I was witnessing, he spewed vile words at me.

"Fuckin' bitch. Beggin' for my dick huh? Want a half breed baby bitch?"

Breathless, and in a hushed tone, I responded, "Yes...F...F...fuck a half bre...breed.. baby...into...me..."

With the bedsprings refusing to be quiet, and a huge bill for headboard damage on the horizon, Curtis and I kept going.

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"Thank you. Drive safe."

After paying the driver, James entered the hotel. Surveying the lobby, he saw Conference 2024, on the walls, and even at this late hour, people were still coming and going from the 24 hour restaurant/bar. Walking up to the counter he dinged the bell.

"Good evening sir. Do you have a reservation?" The older blonde woman asked, as another phone was ringing nonstop.

"No, but my wife is here for a Nursing conference. I was just wondering what room she is in," James replied, as he was getting his wallet out.

"Excuse me one minute, sir," the lady said picking up the phone. Taking the call, another 4 people, seemingly very upset, are impatiently waiting behind James.

"Excuse us!" Angrily, the hotel guests were trying to get the receptionists attention. "Excuse us!

Out of the back room, walks another employee hearing the commotion at the desk.

"How can I help you," the concierge asked, concerned with the welfare of the guests.

"What kind of hotel are you running here! There are 2 people, literally fucking, noisily in their goddamn room! We have conference meetings tomorrow!

Noticing James' presence at the counter, the employee took the concerned guests aside.

With the other employee ending the call, she returned her attention to James. With a forced smile, she made a minor joke about her receiving a call similar to the complaints of the guests a few feet away.

"Ok where we?" Smiling, handled James' business.

Seeing an older man waving his arms around like a wild banshee he gets loud saying, "My God, the poor woman in that room is being pounded! I can't sleep because the headboard is consistently hitting the wall!"

Smirking, James chuckles under his breath to himself, saying, "Lucky bastard."

As the receptionist was finalizing with James, the other employee, asked the person helping James, to come into the back office.

5 minutes later, her cheerful demeanor was serious. Realizing that the "woman being pounded" was in the room she was informing James, was his wife's room, she tentatively made small talk.

Sliding a room key to James with '501' on it, she immediately left the counter.

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After cumming inside me for the 3rd time since dinner, I waddled out of the bathroom. Seeing the absolute exhaustion on my face, Curtis was looking at me, as he lie on the bed. Still hard, and with our combined juices glistening off his member, I sat on our bed. Slowly taking the hem of my wedding dress into my hands and pulling it over my waist, the new, glossy, 4th pair of pantyhose shined from my legs.

Looking at my wedding ring, I heard his voice.

"We ain't done mom, lie back."

Pleadingly, I said, "Honey, can we go slow? I am exhausted, I want to enjoy you inside of me, but you have worn me out."

Bluntly he ordered, "Shut the fuck up, step back in your heels and spread those old ass legs."

"Yes honey," I softly said, completely at his whim.

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Taking the key, and his bag, James began leaving the counter. With a nagging feeling he looked back at the counter. Staring, the employees, turned their gaze away from him.

Shrugging, he made his way to the elevator.

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"Oh yessss baby, just like that." Slow and deliberate, my son, took it easy on me. I'm sure all the hard pumping tired him out. "Oh, baby, yes."

Staring down at me, his hands flat on the mattress, he would pull all 10" inches out of me, just to the precipice of exiting and push it back into me. With both of my hands up and

around his neck and shoulders, we kissed. Acting like lovers, the plunging of my depths was slow and methodical.

Every so often, he would slam it back into my gaping cunt, eliciting an,"Oh yesss, baby"

"Your fuckin' snatch belongs to me, right mom?" His words, pointed, but authoritative.

"Yes baby, my pussy is all yours to fuck."

Running my fingers down his chest, I added with a chuckle, "You're going to send me home to my husband, bowlegged."

"And pregnant," he muttered.

Looking in the mirror, I saw just how "fuckable" I truly did look, as my nylon covered legs and white heels stuck up in the air, under the ceiling of the palatial room.

My tits, having been manhandled by Curtis, were sensitive to the touch. Seeing this man, so focused on his intentions, no matter how salacious our actions are, were a needed respite for my tired legs.

Grateful that my husband was in New York, I relaxed a little, knowing it was just Curtis and I, alone, in an Atlanta motel room.

20 minutes later.

"Ohh honey! Oh hon...honey, slo... slow down!" With his thrusts beginning to accelerate, Curtis gripped my legs. His strokes were thumping my battered cervix.

Slamming his monster cock into me once again, he would pull it all the way out of me just to the tip, then slam his hips forward

"Oh!...Oh!...hon...honey...slow... down... we... have... all...night!"

The perspiration was pouring out of both of us. My wedding dress was going to the dry cleaners as doon as I got home. Having been going at it for over 4 hours, and the numerous orgasms from both, I was amazed my son hadn't had enough yet.

Continuing our torrid pace, I felt his balls tightening. His breathing, turning into more of a wheeze, was alerting me of his exhaustion as well. The huffing and puffing from the overwrought fucking we were engaged in, was finally telling me he was about to blow.

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DING!!

Arriving at the 5th floor, the doors opening, James thanked the elevator operator. Immediately he heard thumping coming from somewhere. Pausing, the first room he sees off the elevator is 501. Looking at the credit card looking thing, showing 501. As he starts walking towards the room, the thumping is more and more pronounced. Seeing a couple other guests, just outside their rooms, in the hall, gathered, talking about the annoyance, the illicit sounds of copulation bounced off the hallway walls.

Realizing the thumping, and the creaking, and the moans, and grunts, are coming from inside that room, he stops. Standing in front of the door, he hears, what appears to be, very, very intense sex, occurring behind the walls.

"Oh yes! Oh Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! God yes baby! Don't stop!" Deducing the voice as his wife's he drops his bag. Suddenly the frantic yelps turn more subdued, as he hears, in a more seductive voice, "Cum in me honey, oh yesss."

Discerning the blatant infidelity he caught his wife in, he was in a quandry. Go in and cause a scene and find out who the bastard is, who she's with, or put his tail between his legs, and leave. With his marriage, now, seemingly, over, and his daughters back home with their grandmother, he made his decision.

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"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!" Feeling his 4th load painting my insides, my son Curtis, broke me. It took him over 2 years, but he broke me. Seeing his head tilted back, and my hands still on his back, a sly smile appeared on my face.

Revelling at how at 38, I never felt so humiliated, so much shame, yet on the other hand, I was exhausted, yet, seemingly satisfied.

Feeling his pumping slow, with intermittent thrusts expelling what remained of his cum, I quietly mouthed the words I only say to my husband and my girls, "I love you."

Opening his eyes and looking down at the MILF lying under him, my wedding dress in tatters, cum stains prominent on the fabric, looking like a scene from a whorehouse, Curtis says the unthinkable. "I don't love you."

Frozen, Curtis, still buried balls deep in me repeats, "When you married that mother fucker, my love for you left the day you left."

Just the venom from those words, stinging, hurtful, knowing ive been involved in torrid incestuous behavior with a man who just admitted his disdain for me, my smile turned into a look of shock.

"Hun...honey... how can you say that," My breathing, still erratic. "I'm your mother." With tears forming in her eyes, they realize they now have a visitor.

KNOCK!!KNOCK!KNOCK!!

Pulling out of me, he sits, naked, at the beds edge. "Answer the door, bitch!"

The sharp, directive, was pointed, this prompting me to say, "One..one moment please."

Trying to stand, my legs were jello-y from the intense fucking my 38 yr old body endured. My wedding gown dropped back down over my waist, after I pulled my sodden, worn pantyhose back over my them. Taking a step to the door, Curtis stops me. "Put those heels on bitch."

Sighing, embarrassed, knowing there are angry people outside our door, I stepped back into the one high heel that had fallen off my foot earlier. Answering the door, my face goes pale.

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"Mrs Hartley, we're sorry to bother you." The 2 ladies from the front desk stood at the door in the hallway. "We've had complaints from several guests, of, lets say, boisterous activities in this room."

The embarrassment, cascading off my face, fully dressed like a new bride, I stuttered to respond.

"We're...We're sor...sorry," I said, the shame plastered on my exhausted face. Now 1am, And feeling a tidal wave of emotions, I could only stand there, as they see Curtis, over my shoulder. Sitting there naked, his long, overworked hammer, sleeping between his legs from the hours of enjoyment ripping my white pussy apart, they refocused their attention on me.

"This will be your only warning Ma'am. We know you are an attender of the conference here, but we reserve the right to ask you to leave our premises, if we receive more complaints."

From the corner of my eye, I could see a few people at the doors of their perspective rooms, standing there, obviously upset at the festivities partaken in my room.

"Yes, Yes, I under...understand," I said, in a voice barely audible. Closing the door, I walked back to where Curtis sat, in a trance.

Stopping me with his hands, he, again slipped them under my dress, caressing my nylon clad, worn out legs.

"Damn you, Curtis," I softly said, knowing our night was nowhere completed.

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The rest of the conference came and went. Suddenly, I felt more like a pariah, as I learned a few of the guests on the 5th floor, attended the conference as well. Knowing of my dalliances, I would receive inward judgement. Short conversations or one word answers were given from those who, knowing of the adulteress, fucking behind that closed door of room 501, night after night, unfortunately had to be in their presence.

My conversations with my husband were surprisingly different as well. Seemingly distant and forced, I spent more time talking with my daughter Reagan and her visits to the park. My own suspicions bubbling, he never did tell me how his own trip to New York went.

The last night of the convention, after getting back from our usual dinner, now shamelessly, but ashamedly, flaunting my black lover, and some convention attendees putting 2+2 together, Curtis was plunging my inner depths.

"Oh Curtis, yes." More subdued, yet still intense, I told Curtis, since we were going to continue or incestuous behavings, but pleading with him to be a little more respectful to those on our floor, he pumped my soaked pussy to his hearts delight.

"Fuck mom," The breathless words, reigning in the regal room we occupied, "Fuck yea."

With him fully on top of me, now only in pantyhose and my black pumps, I had my hands in their usual place, draped over his big shoulders, as he pumped and pumped.

With our relationship not being that of mother and son anymore, and with his own admission that he hates me for marrying James, I was nothing more than a vessel, for his carnal needs to be satisfied. Looking up at the ceiling, as my eyes have grown accustomed to doing, the vile, disrespect, emanating from his mouth, hurt me to no end.

"Fuck yea," His calm demeanor, enjoying the pussy he has fucked every night for 6 nights, was unnerving. "Fuckin bitch proved to me I'm the father of her baby."

With the revelation that he is, indeed, the father of Lisa's baby, I have my own concerns as we've been having sex, unprotected, my whole time here.

Trying to be empathetic, whispering lovingly in his ear, I said, "Sweetie, just focus on me right now, ok? I know you and Lisa are not in a good place, but just enjoy the pussy your fucking right now."

Uttering, Curtis countered, "Shit if you wasnt my fucking mom, I'd dump her ass and you'd never leave the bed."

Taking that as a backhanded compliment, I just told him, "Then fuck me sweetie, just focus on the woman, who's legs your between."

For the rest of the night we had sex.

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Checking out the next morning, after Curtis left my bed sometime during the night, I stood there awaiting the next counter to become available.

"Next!" The receptionist alerting me to come forward, I gingerly made my way to the counter. Feeling the pulsating still occurring from the weeklong battering I endured, I signed the required papers and caught the shuttle to the airport. Noticing a folded up letter in my bag, I retrieved it. Realizing Curtis' illegible writing, I read it.

"I'll just see you in two weeks when you get back, text me when you are on the plane and what hotel you're staying at. I can't get enough of that pussy."

Cringing, I folded up the paper and deposited it in the first trash receptacle at the airport. Boarding the plane, I sighed a sigh of relief. "Phewwwww," as I dozed off for the hour flight.

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Opening the door to my home, I was cautiously relieved to be here.

"Mamamamama!" Hearing the little footsteps of my daughter, Reagan, she knew mommy was home. Picking her up and kissing her, I put my bags down.

After she ran off, I walked into the living room. Seeing my husband and smiling, I soon realized a blank look on his face. Going up to embrace him, he put his hand out. Stopping, he looked at me. "Who is he?" Simple, to the point.

Honestly surprised, I responded, "Honey, excuse me?"

His voice, now tense, and rising a little, he uttered, "Don't honey me, Jane. Who is he?"

Reeling, he then shocked me with his next statement. "I was in Atlanta, Jane, Tuesday night. I flew out and didnt want you to know. I wanted to make sure your no good son didnt affect your conference. I tried calling your phone, admittedly, but thinking you were asleep as it was late, I proceeded to the hotel."

My face, in total disbelief just listened as my husband spoke. "Funny thing was," he said, the consternation wrought on his face. "As I was at the main counter, residents came down, in a rage, complaining, that a couple were engaged in "loud, boisterous, sex." Imagine my reaction, when I get up to, what was it, room 501?, that it was YOUR room engaged in said activity?"

Not yet hearing Curtis' name, I could see the hurt I caused. But, not speaking, he continued. "So hearing the thumping, the squeaking, the moans, and the grunts, I was ashamed and embarrassed. Standing at that door, about to go in, I heard, "Oh baby yes, fuck me" Goddamn it, Jane what were you thinking!"

His voice, ramping up, with anger, hurt, disgust, died when our daughter, joyfully ran in the room.

"I, I can explain," I quietly said.

"Really now?" James queried, a stoic look on his face.

"He is a CEO at a hospital system, I had too much to drink. After my son left from having dinner with me, I joined some ladies from the conference when Travis came up to me," I said, Just making up a name.

Giving him the "trickle truth, I continued, "One thing led to another and we were intimate." Seeing his face contort, I bowed my eyes to the floor, conscience stricken. "It was just the one night, James," I said hoping it would alleviate some questions.

"Really? You're lying to me. One of the guests, while downstairs, said room 501 was "very active" every night. Care to explain that?" His voice, rising one decibel at a time, was getting louder. Adding, he said. "When i saw the elevator open, and the two ladies at the front desk step out, I left. With all the guests hearing your romp, I was so ashamed to be your husband, I didn't want anyone knowing who I was."

"Honey, I..." Cutting me off he told me, "Right now, Id prefer if you left my presence, I have a lot to think about. All the years Jane, I loved you, and this? Please get out of my face before I say, or do something, I regret."

Not adding more fuel to the fire, I left to unpack.

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A few weeks later, after securing marriage counseling that my husband demanded, if there was ANY chance of saving our marriage, I suddenly developed bouts of morning sickness. Thinking at first I was sick, I ignored it. After 3 days of the same issues, throwing up and the nauseous feeling, I made an appointment with my doctor. Already knowing, I just wanted to confirm it. Tests did confirm I was pregnant. Praying there was a chance, albeit very minute, it was James', I needed to inform him.