To readers who find excitement in reading the build-up of sexual tension before the real thing happens this series, I hope, would be an interesting read.
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As expected, my coming home on a Saturday, the day after my date with my 19-year old son was, to say the least, stormy. How could it be not when I didn't bother to inform my husband Mark of my whereabouts the whole night and, worse, with my cell phone shut-off? Since it was all my fault, and deliberate at that, I didn't lift a finger to repel his rage.
I absorbed everything that was expelled from his raging chest except to tell him the lie that I was carried away by the fun I had with an all-female group. He wouldn't suspect me of having a lover as he hadn't heard of any, thanks to Bryan, my father-in-law. Moreover, Mark didn't have any previous suspicion at all since Albert, our son, left home to work and to go on his own. After all, I had been a dutiful wife to him.
My mind, however, overflowed with guilt for being unfaithful to my husband. Worse, with my own son-his son. But even if my sense of morality compelled me to feel greater remorse for what I had done, for a deeper sense of betrayal and guilt, as strange as it may seem, I didn't. To be honest, not only did I enjoy sex with my son, I also felt a greater bond with him, as a result.
When all the smoke had cleared, my husband and I returned to our usual marital life. We had sex too, and satisfactory at that, although the feel of it was not as thunderous as what I had with a young lover, my son. Whenever Mark and I had sex I couldn't help but think of it as a form of making up for my unfaithfulness to him.
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Albert continued to communicate with us through emails. At times, he phoned me whenever he knew that his dad was out of the house and at work. When I told him that his grandpa once came over to visit, he was jealous and furious.
He asked me too many questions. Did Bryan hold and kiss my hand, did he dance with me and attach his legs with mine, did we go out for dinner and so on. I couldn't help laughing out loud and feel flattered with his jealousy. Truth is, Bryan was well behaved and had been keeping up with his promise to keep just to the two of us whatever he knew about me and Albert.
The next time my son phoned me I decided to cast a joke at him as a way of letting him know about Bryan's secret.
"Sweetie, now I know that you inherited your fetish from your grandpa."
"Why'd you say that, Mom?"
"He too have that fetish. Only, you have different ways."
"What ways?"
"You have the habit of raiding my laundry hamper. He borrows my robe, asking me directly for it, after I take it off to change."
"To take it home with him?"
"Nope. Just for a few minutes in the bathroom saying that he'd use it before showering."
"That fucking old gheezer!"
"Calm down, sweetie. I can't refuse him. Not for anything else but for the two of us."
"I don't understand that, Mom."
"He knew about us even before you left home to work. I'll tell you the details the next time we meet."
"Okay, Mom, meet we will. I'll teach that old gheezer how not to blackmail my mother. I'll call up later."
He didn't suggest a place to meet as he hurriedly hanged up. I neither thought nor anticipated that he'd take my joke seriously. The next day, he phoned me to say that he filed for an emergency leave of absence for a week. He asked for my permission and his dad's too to stay in his former room.
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Our son arrived at his old home as scheduled. He timed his arrival when his dad was at home as he thought it proper. He carried his stuff to his former room before we spent 2 hours on social greetings, dinner, wine and story telling.
If not for certain involuntary glances and occassional calf to calf footsie we played down under, as I sat cross-legged across him at the dinner table, our son's coming home would have looked like a family reunion. On certain aspects it really was. When finally the booze was taking its toll on us, especially to Mark, we decided to call it a day.
My son and I went ahead as his dad dropped by the study for some stuff. As we reached our adjacent doors we inevitably glanced at each other. Albert stepped nearer, pinned me by the wall and covered my mouth with his. Though I was hungry for the kiss I tore off my mouth from his as quickly as I could, although it was so hard for me to go against my own excitement.
"Ummpphh, aahhh...we...we have to be careful." It was me, breathing out the words, staring at him before throwing my glance at the stairway.
"I know. I just, missed you?"
"So did I. Let's just, wait for tomorrow, when we are...he is coming now."
We quickly disengaged as the slam of the study room door sounded. We both rushed inside our respective bedrooms, our loins on fire.
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My husband was already in deep sleep while I continued rolling in bed as I could not catch it. I knew Albert was awake too, hoping that his mother would come out of the bedroom. Yes, my loins were longing for fulfillment but I thought it was too risky to go out of my bedroom at that tense hour.
It already happened once before with the same setting. Although Mark did not see us in the act the suspicion was there. If it would happen again this time he would no longer hesitate to think the unthinkable.
My body heat was simmering and could reach fever-pitch anytime soon so I decided to get out of bed. After stripping I slipped in my long robe to cover my naked body, pulled the flaps together tightly and thought of going out of the bedroom. Fear, however, stopped me right on my tracks.
Albert could be heard going in and out of his bedroom. If I dared open my door at any moment on that tense night, me and my son would instantly copulate like untamed animals. I had no doubt about that. Because of the high risk of getting caught, the other part of me forced me to stay put within the safe confines of our bedroom.
A bitch in heat was what I was that night. Naked beneath my robe I wandered around the bedroom longing for a penetration. The bitch in me so wanted to go out and copulate with my grown-up pup who was just outside the door, waiting to fuck the mother that bore him. Again, I was stopped from opening my door, this time by whatever sanity was left in my human brain.
I stood there, a few feet away from the door, fronting it and wanting to open it but could not muster enough strength to do it. While standing there like a statue, a sudden unexpected occurrence made me feel as if my heart leaped out of my chest, causing me to sound a loud gasp. The door slowly opened by itself.
The room was dark but rays from street lights piercing through the windows made the bedroom door visible. As its slow "automatic" opening reached halfway, Albert appeared. He stood there half naked, looking like an Adonis in briefs, facing his surrogate mom, Aphrodite. We stared at one another, wordless and breathing hard. As he inched nearer, our stares would not break.
My breathing turned heavier when we stood face to face. It was the only sound in the quiet bedroom. Still wordless, he extended his right hand as if offering to take my left. My hand complied. Slowly, it reached up to accept his and, in no time, he was holding my hand.
As he led me slowly out of the bedroom my other hand clasped at my robe to cover my naked body beneath it, as if to fake my descency. As we quietly moved away I looked over my shoulder. Mark was snoring with his back to us.
Our scorching passion never cared of the danger lurking around. The bedroom door had barely closed when me and my son rushed into each others arms. Before we could pause to inch ourselves to a safer spot, our mouths were deeply engrossed in a torrid kissing spree, a kind of kissing that would put to shame the roughest of kissing scenes in Hollywood movies.
The kissing was so intense that I could almost feel steam rising out of our glued faces. Our locked open mouths would break apart for a few seconds to feed our lungs after which the sucking of tongues and the licking of faces, ears, necks and shoulders would resume.
With my robe slid-down my shoulders my son rained blazing kisses at my torso with his palm cupping my ass over my silk gown. His mouth would work its way down from my face and neck to my shoulders and breasts, lap at at my nipples, down to my belly button then back to my mouth to devour my tongue. All the while his hand would not stop feasting on my squirming ass.
The next time we broke the rough kissing to catch our breaths we managed to gasp breathy words. His hardness was still strongly piercing at my belly as he held my uneasy ass over my robe.
"Honey, let's, aahhh, not do it tonight. There is, aahhh, still tomorrow where, aahhh, we can be all alone."
"I know it, Mom. But apart from tomorrow, I can't last the night, without having you."
"It's, aahhh, too dangerous. We may, ahhh, get killed and, aahhh..."
He covered my opened mouth with his to stop me from gasping for more words. Without breaking the kiss he led me away then pinned me by the side of an empty built-in cabinet about 20 feet away from the bedroom door.
