This is Part 3 of the Story. Jane has been at a business trip for the week. Meanwhile her biracial son, Curtis, has been "visiting" her afterwards, fucking her brains out. Due to a one night stand she had a few years earlier, Curtis has blackmailed her into the depraved relationship.
Please enjoy..........
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Tuesday morning.
"James, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the banquet last night, please don't raise your voice."
Lying next to a sleeping Curtis, after a very long night of fucking, I was in the middle of an early morning argument with my husband.
Hearing my cell buzzing at 5, I knew I had to answer it and accept James' disappointment.
"Reagan and Rena were upset when you didn't pick up your phone. My mom even tried calling you, Jane; You know the girls expect to see your face before they go to bed," James said, the exasperation pronounced to his wife.
"Honey, I know. I even had to cancel dinner with Curtis because we were literally informed an hour before the meetings were over, that they had a surprise banquet for us. I mean, you're talking 400 people."
"About Curtis," James added, "Why is he so interested in seeing you and having dinner? I thought you two had a falling out? Besides, I would assume you would have been joining some of your colleagues for dinner."
Looking to my right, at my son, sound asleep, I had to keep my voice low enough, so as to not stir him. "Honey, He's still my son. I'm worried about his negatives, but I am still trying to change him."
With a sarcastic laugh, he unwittingly said, "The only thing I could even, remotely, see changing him, is a woman he cares for, fucking him."
Suddenly feeling the aftershock from his shaft pistoning in and out of my motherly quim, I halfheartedly scolded my husband.
"James, that was really uncalled for; I blame his father for even bringing him around that life," I said, as I could see my son shifting around on our bed.
Putting my hand over the receiver, I straddled my son. Looking up at me, I put my finger over my lips in a "Shhhh" manner. Realizing who I was talking to, he put his hands up to my freckled tits, cupping them in his big hands. Applying my left hand to both of his hands, I gave a half smile. Feeling his anaconda starting to harden, I had to end my call.
Returning my attention to my husband, and not hearing the last 30 seconds of what he said, I interrupted, saying, "Honey, I need to shower. I want to eat a good breakast before l go to the conference hall. I promise I'll call the girls later."
Ending the call, I took hold of Curtis' hard on and reintroduced it to my wet folds. Sliding down on it, I let out a long, quiet moan. "Ohhhhhh baby, yesssssss."
Leaning forward, so my tits dangled in his face, I seductively stated, "Remember honey, Mama's meetings don't begin till 11. Don't be in a hurry."
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"Unh! Oh yes Baby!Uhn! Oh yes! Oh Curtis, baby, yes!" The sounds of the bedsprings, having been awakened at 5:30 am, were in maximum overdrive. How anyone, could be fucking like THAT, THIS early in the morning, where the other guests are probably, themselves, just waking up, showed the absolute savagery of the maniacal pounding I was enduring.
After start off riding him, I found myself, now on my back, my leg spread put in a 'V' and my hands scratching at his prone body, completely on top of me. I was barely able to see the lewd, incestuous sex occurring over my sons shoulder, in the mirror on the wall. Just the sight of the animalistic grunts and moans were as clear as day.
"Harder sweetie!" I voiced, digging my nails deeper into his upper back. "Oh yes! Just like that! Fuck me! Gawd yes, Fucking pound me."
Huffing and puffing above me, and with his hips going 100 miles per hour, Curtis found his second gear. Driving down into my captured pussy, the sheer determination in his face, was a sight to behold.
"Fuck yes!," The venom, apparent in his voice. "Take my dick, bitch!" Fucking me, like he always does, the words he uses, are stinging, and devastating. Lying under him, I sometimes feel like the "whore", who's insides are being plundered.
"Ohyes! Ohyes! Ohyes!" I panted, exhausted from the, seemingly, constant sex, I've endured.
Feeling his balls tighten, I whispered in his ear, right next to my face, "Cum in mama baby, fuck all that cum into my pussy."
Feeling his piss hole expand, the sheer amount of ejaculate being pumped in my sodden cunt, I held on tightly to my lover. His hips frantically shaking on me, I felt his spend enter my womb. Finally ceasing, his hips stopped their seizures.
Panting, with sweat billowing from his forehead, he announced loud and clear, "Fuck I can't get enough of you."
With a forced smile, I tried paying a compliment to Curtis saying, "I know you can't baby, I feel it ever thrust in me."
Changing the subject, I lifted my head from the pillow and seeing it was now 9 am, I alerted Curtis that we need to end our coupling until after the meetings are over. Getting off of me, I saw the black and blue forming between my thighs. The puffiness of my vulva, the runs in my pantyhose.
Seeing it, my son asked me the question he never lets me bypass. "How'd your fine, white ass like that," he gloated, looking at me, spread eagle on the bed.
