The After Wedding Party - The Aftermath
Jimmy and Carol were like teenagers, always having the hots for each other. They risked all for their stolen moments.
All characters engaged in any sexual activity are at least 18 years of age.
Chapter 01
Jimmy and Carol Lissen had tasted the forbidden fruit, and there was no way they could stop!
Several weeks had passed since the fateful night when Carol and her son, Jimmy, had sex for the first time. It happened after Carol's daughter, Grace, got married and while they were staying at the Embassy Suites hotel. It was fueled by a lack of sex from her husband and too much champagne.
They were like animals in rut, giving themselves up to the sex act. For a brief period, they were not mother and son but pseudo-porn stars acting out their fantasies with each other. They topped their night of illicit acts by having that rarity among lovers: multiple simultaneous orgasms!
By the time they fell into a deep sleep induced by alcohol and exhaustion from their uninhibited sex, Carol's pussy overflowed with her son's seed, and his ball sac was empty. They were left with a residual need to fuck again as soon as and as often as possible.
They also learned that night that, once broken, the social rules against incest were no match for their intense lust for each other. Their need was primeval, harkening back to the caves when procreation was the driving force.
When there was no social taboo on incest, a primitive man could watch his son fuck his mother. He would squat in the cave by a smoky fire hearing his mate squeal in ecstasy as she fucked her son. Even he realized that the intensity of their fucking was something he or no other caveman could compete with, so he made the first rule against incest; no fucking your mother!
Even the cavemen knew instinctively that once a mother and son broke the incest rule and blended maternal and sexual love, it was a fire they couldn't control and could consume them.
The following morning, Carol and Jimmy were embarrassed by what had happened. They managed to have a whispered conversation while her husband, Tom, was showering. They agreed that it was a mistake and should never happen again.
The issue was that they had amazing sex, easily the best they ever had! Sex that good demanded repetition.
Their relationship underwent significant changes in many ways. They were no longer just an affectionate mother and a loving son; they were lovers. Their new clandestine sexual relationship was like a pot on low heat, never coming to a boil but continually emitting steam.
Unnoticed by their families and friends, their greetings became more intimate. Their hugs tended to linger, with their hands drifting down from their waists to their ass cheeks. Their kisses sometimes missed their cheeks, and their lips touched and lingered.
The families routinely exchanged visits, so they were often in close proximity to each other. Once, while Jimmy and Helen were visiting, Jimmy and Carol passed each other in the hall while Carol was coming from the bathroom. She was heading back to the kitchen, where her husband and Jimmy's wife sat.
They embraced in the hallway, partially hidden by an alcove. Carol pulled her son into the alcove, wrapped her arms around his neck, and passionately kissed him. Jimmy returned her kiss while cupping his mother's behind and squeezing it.
"We need to stop, Jimmy," she whispered hoarsely. Belying her plea, her hips rotated against the bulge in his pants.
Her son lifted her skirt, slipped his hands inside her panties, and partially pushed them down.
"I want to fuck you," he said.
They were beyond the politically correct words for sex. They didn't want to 'be with' or 'sleep with'; they wanted to fuck! His index finger pressed against her anus until it penetrated to the first knuckle.
"I want you too, baby! I lay in bed at night thinking about fucking you."
Carol pressed her rump back, burying Jimmy's finger deeper in her bowels. As she rotated her crotch against his manhood, his finger reamed her asshole.
She dropped one hand between them and gripped his manhood through his jeans. As she did, she looked up and could see her husband and her daughter-in-law in profile, sitting at the kitchen table. They would see them if they turned their heads, and the game was up.
Carol and Jimmy loved their spouses. Carol was a proud and doting grandmother. Jimmy loved his wife and twins more than life itself. However, their need transcended another social convention: marriage.
"Momma, what is going on with us? This is crazy!"
He pushed Carol back into the alcove and against the wall. They kissed hungrily, their tongues dueling. Carol wrapped her legs around her son's waist.
"I know! I know! We've got to stop!"
Jimmy fumbled with his zipper while supporting his mother against the wall. Carol reached between them and impatiently snatched his jeans and underwear down.
"Momma, we can't fuck here they could catch us."
"I know! I know," she gasped, "but just stick your dick in me for a little while. Let me feel it in my pussy again then we stop."
They were lying to each other, but such was their need. Her son supported her weight with his hands under her ass and her back pressed against the wall. Carol reached between them, gripped her son's cock, and lined it up with her creaming hole.
"Just a little bit, okay, Momma?"
Carol nodded, knowing they were lying as her son's cock enter her hole.
"Oh fuck! Fuck!"
They French kissed as they ground against each other. Carol's pussy was instantly wet dripping her juices on the hardwood floor. She squealed in passion as her son pumped his cock in her. Jimmy had to quiet his mother.
"Momma, you're getting too loud." He stroked hard into Carol's pussy several times.
"Sweet Jesus, that feels good! But you're right, we have to stop."
Reluctantly Jimmy slowly withdrew his cock. His mother embraced him as he lowered her legs to the floor. Jimmy watched entranced as his mother lifted her skirt and pulled her panties up.
Eventually, fearing discovery, they parted. Clandestine meeting like these only fueled their lust for each other.
Chapter 02
Tom's Parkinson's disease prevented him from driving, so Carol became his de facto chauffeur for his doctor's appointments. He was also limited in the chores he could help with, so Carol had to hire help or attempt to do them herself.
Jimmy helped with some chores. However, their attraction was so intense that they took outrageous risks.
Once, Jimmy was on a ladder, changing light bulbs. Carol was standing in front of him, holding the ladder. She leaned in and rubbed her cheek against her son's bulging jeans.
From his vantage point, he could see his father sitting downstairs watching television.
"Suck my dick," Jimmy whispered.
"That would be so naughty," Carol giggled.
While unzipping her son's pants, she glanced nervously at her husband watching television downstairs. What she was about to do was insane but she couldn't help herself.
She pulled out Jimmy's massive, rigid tool and took it in her mouth. He balanced himself on the ladder with his hands on her shoulders while she gripped his hips. She smiled around her son's cock in her mouth as she sucked it.
Jimmy's precum filling her mouth triggered an increase in Carol's arousal. She wrapped her arms around his ass and pulled him to her, taking his cock down her throat.
