My Loving Son - Sex Stories

My Loving Son

... not much you can say honey, you've been screwing you're Aunty, I knew you had had to have been screwing someone, I even thought of her too, and to be honest I'm not in the least bit jealous, in fact, I think I am grateful to her because she has brought you to me, can you understand that?" "I think I can, but I'll have to have a minute to get my head round it," he said a little gloomily. "Don't be sad baby," she thought quickly, she knew him being a young man might not be able to grasp the enormity of their situation, but she was to grips with it. "Tell you what, do you want to get your head around this first, just to take your mind of things?" And with that she flipped open her dressing gown and showed him her newly shaved pussy. Mark dove to his knees and buried his face into her, his tongue finding its target and easing his worries, and Emma's too. Emma fell back on to the bed and Mark got on with his conquest of her once more. Emma let him feast on her, holding his head in place as he plated her completely, rewarding him with a nice cup full of nectar as she squealed out an orgasm for him. She relaxed in the after glow of it, she lifted her head to see Mark's come up too, it was shiny and glistening with her juices. She broke the moment with a smile and, "I have to start getting ready baby or we won't be going, you know how long these things take me don't you. And I must look my best for my guy, the most handsome and sexiest man on the ship." Mark grinned a wet grin and ...

... got up. The first thing he did was delete the message from Cathy, but knowing he would answer it as soon as he could. "Aren't you at least a little angry, or disappointed about Cathy Emma?" he asked. "Not in the least baby, you are a very virile young man, and her teaching you has done me a favour because I've got you now, and she won't be getting anywhere near you again without my consent!" she told him. "Without your consent, what do you mean?" He was perplexed now. "You are still young Mark, I might not be able to keep up with your needs, I am a bit older than you don't forget." Emma was dancing on her toes now, thinking as she went, trying to keep ahead of him, and them. "Are you saying you don't mind, won't mind if Cathy wants to erm, er see me again?" "That's something for the future baby, not at this moment in time," she told him, "right now we have each other, we have your father to negotiate with and put this all behind us, er put it to bed so to speak." "Right, now we are talking," he replied, "lets get on with our holiday, nothing matters but you and me. I really love you Emma, Mrs Mark Lyndhurst, we have a lot of learning to get through in the next two and a half weeks," he told her gleefully. They embraced lovingly, Mark picked up the phone, Emma looked at him and nodded her head, she knew he had to answer and she wouldn't interfere either. "Hi Cathy, I gt yr txt, & Emma red it b4 me! bt she is ok bout u n me, gld u srtd dad 4 us, lukin 4wrd 2 my hot bot! spk wen I ...