Protecting Her Legacy: Next Day

This is the continuation of Jane's story. I hope you enjoy.

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Monday morning.

"Unh!Oh! Unh!Oh!" It was now 5 am, my meetings were to begin in 3 hours. Having been woken up a half hour ago, Curtis was, again, buried to the hilt in me. Not being as frantic as yesterday evening, he continued pumping my abused, swollen pussy. Every thrust in me, elicited a yelpish gasp.

Wearing just a pair of pantyhose, and my high heels, I was relieved to have shed my body of the dress I'd worn last night. I had bought that dress 3 days earlier, specifically for Curtis' eyes.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" The foisting of his movements, with him between my legs, but him on his knees, he had so much more leverage in his carnal rampage on my maternal region.

The serene, solitude setting with just my young lover and me, paled in comparison to just a few hours ago, after we finished dinner downstairs. The franticness of our incestuously vile copulation of last evening, was a far cry to the more docile happenings currently taking place. The bedsprings were doing more squeaking, than the headboard was thumping, a FAR different tone than the incessant headboard action against our wall.

Hearing my cell phone buzzing, it was now 5:30. My legs were numb, having been up in some fashion, be it around his waist, on his shoulders, or behind my head, since he mounted me an hour ago.

Panting, I whispered in his ear, "Are...are you... close, honey?" His face was buried in my neck, my head resting on the pillow.

As my hands and fingers were dragging along his back, "I again asked, "Ba..baby...oh yes...are you...cl...close? I need you to cum."

Looking at the box of condoms I'd bought, hoping we would use them, they sat there, untouched on the nightstand.

"Fuck yea! Fuck yea!," was all he could say, focused on the current task.

My tits, having been freed from their lace prison, flopped around freely, as Curtis' gold necklaces clashed with the enormous orbs swaying underneath him.

Again, feeling the sensation I've learned over the last 2 years, I could sense, what would be, his 5th orgasm, since last night.

Feeling the tremenous amount of semen splashing against my unprotected cervix, I could only coo in his ear. "Oh baby yessss! empty your seed in me," Looking at my legs pointing helplessly toward the ceiling.

With his body shaking lustfully, as he was expelling his ick from his swollen testicles, he finally began slowing down. Laboriously breathing, I kept hold of his shoulders as I continued looking up at the ceiling of the hotel room. Finally extricating himself off me, it seemed like forever for, his enormous flagpole, to exit my passageway. With a "Plop!" his penis, spent and worn out, was now deflated. The white effervescence around his long, thick, now sleeping, giant, showcased the combined juices excreted from our body. The coating on my hairy pussy, was proof of our extra curricular activity.

"Fuck, I can pound you every day, mom," Curtis sarcastically said. The words, though impolite, were a verifiable truth, to the many, many, sessions we've partaken over these last 2 years.

"I know you can, honey," I said, standing, so as to ready for a shower.

As we were showering, he had me pushed against the wall, his hands manhandling my achy tits. Dropping to my knees and with the water cascading over us, I took his large, deflated rod into my mouth. Touching my lips, it twitched with life, slowly growing, working its' way down my throat. Taking as much as I could, I gave him a blow job. Five minutes later, and with my jaw already aching, he unloaded his spunk down my throat.

Finishing our shower, he got out before me. Deciding to stay in longer, I let the water bead over my exhausted, aching body. After only 5 hours of sleep, and the virility of my son pumping load after load, into my beaten pussy, this shower was a welcome respite.

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After washing my hair, soaping my body, and cleaning out, what I could of his semen, I turned off the water. Grabbing the robe, provided by the hotel, I wrapped myself in it, and put my hair up in the hair towel.

Coming out of the bathroom, I didn't see Curtis. "Honey?" Not seeing him, I didn't know where he was. Looking around, I didn't see his presence. Sitting on my laptop, I saw a note, obviously from him.

"Had to bounce. Got shit to do. I can't get enough of that pussy. I'll see you tonight, expect a text later, C."

Seeing his letter, I realized he'd left as I was finishing my shower. With a heavy sigh, I sat at the beds' edge. Reaching for my phone, I saw a missed called from James, and one from his mother. Deciding to call James, I dialed.

"Hello?" Hearing a woman's voice instead of my husbands, I realized my mother-in-laws cheerful sound.

"Oh hey Maryann, Good morning." My voice, sounding tired, I continued speaking,"Is Jim still home? I was in the shower, and missed your calls."

Telling me he was, himself, showering, I just told her have him call me, before he left. Learning my girls were asleep, I excused myself from the conversation, reminding her of my pending meetings.

Dressing, I looked at myself in the mirror by the bed. "You look like crap, even after your shower," I voiced outloud, in the 3rd person.

Applying makeup and fixing my hair, I finally received a call from my husband. Briefly telling him what my week looked like, the issue of my son weighed heavily in our conversation.

"Jane, he has no respect for me, you or anyone," James was saying, concerned about my conference and any negativity Curtis might bring with his presence.

"Well we had a wonderful dinner, actually," As I was brushing my hair. "I voiced my concerns about the life he's leading, but he is stubborn. Living with his deadbeat father, is what worries me," I rebutted.

"Just don't go anywhere outside of that hotel with him, I do not trust him with your safety. Do you even know the people he runs with?"

Admitting I didn't, I pacified his concerns, that we had that discussion last night, and that as long as we ate here, I'd be ok having dinner with him. Due to the high volume of people at the convention and the level of security guards prancing around, my husband, reluctantly, backed off. Wishing him a good day at work, I told him kiss the girls for me.

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At 7:30 and walking downstairs, I found the conference room. Entering, there were numerous tables, as well as, what looked to be, a breakfast buffet table, at the far end. The stage, with a big screen for the projections, sat at the ready, awaiting the day. One by one, people arrived, as the staff located which tables we were assigned. After being led to my table, where 7 others would son join me, I decided to get myself some coffee and some food, as I was famished from the extreme workout from a few hours earlier.

Armed with my coffee and a plate of eggs, bacon, toast and a fruit bowl, I headed back to my table.

"Well look who's here, Good Morning," the voice, obviously recognizable, got my attention.

Seeing that it was Robert Smith, the man who took advantage of me 2 years ago, causing the situation I am now in, I immediately shot back.

"Please stay away from me Robert, I don't want to speak to you again," My self consciousness roaring back at me. "What happened last time was a mistake and I'd rather not make a scene in front of everyone here."

Not caring about my concerns, he continued speaking. "Aww come on Jane, I was just thinking we could have a friendly, professional dinner afterward."

With my calm demeanor being put to the test, it took everything in me to respond calmly.

"Look, I'm not going anywhere with you, today, tomorrow, or anytime. If you must know, I'll be having dinner with my son, Curtis, who lives here in Atlanta; Now please excuse me, I'd like to enjoy my coffee and breakfast." Getting the hint, he finally went to his table.

As the meeting and conference moved forward, speakers were doing their spiels, noted were being taken down, new ideas were presented, etc.

Sitting next to a woman from Oregon, who, herself was a corporate nurse, for a skilled nursing facility agency, we struck up a nice conversation. Having lunch together, we spoke of our positions, families, etc. Telling her my son lives here, she thought it was pleasant, having someone close to visit, after our business here was done.

With our day concluding as it was now 4pm, I gathered my things up to make my way up to my room. With my phone buzzing, I knew who it was from. "Get the same table as last night, I'll be there about 6. You know what I want you wearing." Erasing the text, I called my mother-in-law.

After talking to my girls, and Maryann mentioning the park, My daughter Reagan, told me about all the duckies being silly.

Seeing that it was about 5 pm, I prepared myself for the evening.

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Donning a lavender front button dress, adorned with a floral prop on each shoulder, I slid a pair of tan thigh highs over my legs. Attaching each clasp, to hold up my nylons, to the garter belt around my waist, I then smoothed my dress down, over my legs. Stepping into my 4" white 'fuck me' pumps, I clasped my anklet around my left ankle. Spraying perfume on my neck and making sure my makeup and hair were perfect, I grabbed my shaul. Wrapping it around my neck and chest, I grabbed my room key and purse, then headed downstairs.

Now sitting at the table, the time was now 6:30 and Curtis, finally arrived. Seeing him beelining to our table, I stand to greet him.

Embracing him, I kissed him. "Hi baby, you're late." Seeing a perturbed look, I probed him. "Is everything ok?" I queried, as we sat.

Putting his hand under my dress, under his breath, he said, "Fuckin' hoe made me late." Understanding he was talking about his girlfriend, Lisa, I tried empathising.

Running my nails on the back of his neck, he gave me one hell of a shock. "The bitch told me she's pregnant, mom. I ain't got no time to be no daddy," he pointedly said, clearly upset about the finding. "I probably ain't even the daddy," He added, making me think there were other guys involved. Listening to him vent, we ordered our meal, and ate. His right hand never left my left leg, as we ate and talked. Realizing he's being intimate with someone other than me, disturbed me in every way possible. The fact this gal could be pregnant by my own son, wow. I'm just fearful of any possible sexually transmitted disease, also.

As we were talking about what will be happening in our room after dinner, I see Robert Smith, looking our direction. Seeing him walking over, I alerted Curtis, "Honey, he's the one I was with 2 years ago, please keep him away from me."

As Robert approached, Curtis calmly waited. Letting Robert speak, He kept eating his shrimp. "Jane, nice to see you again. I thought you said you were having dinner with your son tonight. I see you weren't very truthful."

Before I could respond, Curtis, all 6'6 of him stood. Towering over the much shorter, but much fatter Robert, he said, "I am her son mother fucker, so I suggest you step." Sitting back down, he didn't even look at Robert.

Playing the tough guy, Robert started laughing, "YOU want me to believe you're her son and not some john she collected money from?"

Insinuating what I took as being a prostitute, Curtis, while sitting, grabbed his shirt, and bringing him closer, remarked, "You see this fuckin' tear drop under my eye homie? I've killed stupider mother fuckers than you." Letting him go and pushing him back, he once more said, "Step." No anger, no loud voice, just calm, but extremely daunting. Getting the picture, Robert ended up leaving.

Realizing what Curtis just admitted, and truthfully not aware, I asked shockingly, "You did what?"

"You heard me, Mom." With my mouth on the floor, he added, "You think I bought these gold chains from a candy machine? Shit, I'd like to beat your husbands ass, stupid mother fucker."

Astonished by his brazenness, I attempted to rebuke his claim, "Curtis, he is my husband, He's a good father and provider." Knowing he hated that I, dare, marry a white guy, I tried treading the topic gently. "Please don't speak like that about him, ok?"

Turning his head to me and, in what I can only describe as jaw dropping, he boldly said, "Yea, and I was fucking your brains out last night, too."

Saying it a little too loudly, a few heads turned to our direction. Embarrassed, I tried to steer the topic away from my husband.

Whispering in his ear, I seductively quipped, "So, uh, don't we have some fucking to do upstairs?" My hand, ever so gently running over the ginormous bulge, preparing for a long night.

"Let's go then," He simply said, grabbing my hand.

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Now 8 pm and reaching our room, i dropped my purse and shaul on the little table just as you enter the room. Taking his hand, I led him to our bed. Standing at the foot of it, I began unbuttoning the front of my dress, one button at a time.

Seeing even the "toughest, most intimidating" person you know, who just admitted to some unconscionable crimes, standing there, watching their own mother undress before their very eyes, helped me to see the "human side" of him. Although he treats others inhumanely, the look of that one Christmas present you always wanted, unwrapping before his eyes didn't go unnoticed.

As my dress opened, my flat tummy, my lace bra covered tits and my nylons made their appearance. Realizing what was just over the horizon, I spun, put my arms around his neck and whispered, "Give your mama a good, long fucking, sweetie, I do have meetings tomorrow."

Reaching for his zipper, I slowly pulled it down, releasing the monster that occasionally assaults my womb, as I never took my eyes off his.

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"Oh! Ah! Oh! Ah! Oh baby, yessssssss!"

Its' 10:30 pm and the sounds of illicit, disgusting, carnal, primitive fucking emanated through out the elegant, although quaint, hotel room. Every violent thrust, as deep as his steel pipe could venture, pulled every bone chilling orgasm, and moanful yelp from me.

The headboard, resuming the sonata it was performing just last night, incessantly causing the paint to chip away, thump by incestuous thump. Standing on the edge of the foot of the bed, bent over and his huge left hand covering my flattened melons, I was being relentlessly fucked, doggystyle, by my son again. Having no mercy, he gave me every ounce of his thrust. With my heels still on my feet on the ground, my face was pushed down into the mattress.

"Oh! Oh! Unh! Unh! With every jab of his hips, slamming the bed into the wall, me gripping the sheets, I could only give one word yelps, as the male behind me was, once again, "Raw dogging" me.

My legs, wanting to give out from the merciless attack on my quim, I also broke a couple finger nails from the onslaught that I was enduring. The straps on my garter belt, holding my nylons up, were pulled as taut as they could be taut, via every thrust in my cunt. Some of the straps popped off, thus causing runs down the length of my legs. The side of my face, covered by my hair, was smooshed against the mattress.

"Harder! Oh honey! Oh yes! Fuck meeee! Gawd yesssss!" Helpless, I was like a ragdoll, my innards being pummeled with his pussy pounder. Sinfully getting into it, I egged him on.

With his heavy balls repeatedly slapping against my ass, and having already, twice unloaded in my cunt after dinner, I spoke to him in ways I never thought possible.

Sweating, and the linens balled up in my fists, I chanted, "Cmon, is...that...all.. you.. got!" Doubling his efforts, I continued berating him, "Oh! Fuck it!..Yes!...Fuck it baby! ...Destroy...your... your... moth... mothers pussy, oh god yessss!"

Getting perturbed by my annoying voice, as he says, he gripped my hips and, with everything in him, thrusted so hard in me, my eyes popped out of my head.

"Ahhh! Ahh! Take... it... you... bitch," The both of us finding impossible to complete an uninterrupted sentence.

After 45 minutes of this, Curtis pushed all the way in, every inch of his smoldering dick disappearing in the depths of my vaginal tube. Both of us orgasming at the exact same moment, was like rapture. "Ahhhhhhhfucckk!!, and Ohhh babbbyyyyyyessssssss!!!

As our bodies uncontrollably shook, he was expelling the remainder of whatever cum he had left. My cunt muscles were massaging his flagpole, coaxing the last drops from his overworked cock, and we both ended up collapsing on the bed.

With my upper half on the bed, and my high heeled feet, still on the ground, standing, all his weight was on top of me. Both of us were breathing heavy, the sweat pouring off our bodies. I needed him to get off of me.

"Hun...honey," desperately trying regain my breath, "Plea...please... get off..."

Lifting himself up, his semi-hard snake left the warm confines of my messy pussy. Pulling out, his massive load rushed out of me and onto the floor in front of the bed, as well on my thigh high nylons.

"Ho-holy fuck mom! Hot damn!" Curtis announced, amazed of the insane fuckfest that he was part. "Fuck, my dad got you when you both were in high school, but I get you at 38. I don't plan on stopping fucking this!" Just the callousness of that statement was sickening.

Feeling some of the blood rush back down to my legs, I stood. Stepping out of my high heels, my feet were sweaty. Covered most of the evening in nylons, then having the woman wearing them sweating like a pig, I wanted to take a bath. My pussy lips were sore to the touch and my inner thighs were bruised.

Reaching for my cell phone, I realized I missed my nightly silly face making competition with my daughters. Seeing 4 missed calls from my husband and 2 from his mother, I didn't know how I was going to explain my way out of this one.

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Chapter 3 will be coming, soon.