My Loving Son - Sex Stories

My Loving Son

... they returned from holiday, and with their relationship cemented, but still apprehensive regarding his dad, her husband. They were relieved to find him gone. A cursory note was awaiting them on the table. "Gone, have fun you fucking perverts, don't call me, I'll call you, NOT!" was all it said. They both looked at it somewhat sadly. "I don't think he deserved this," Emma said. "No he didn't, but it's done now, we can live with it, we have to okay?" Mark said. "Yes darling we can, and we have to, just as you say." That night they slept together in what had been her marital bed, but was now hers and her mans bed. They each thought of his father, knowing he knew that they were where they were. But it didn't stop them from making frantic love, and Emma once again being f***e fucked up her ass. Mark was in top form, his hard on hardly abated. He never relented, his new position as man of the house gave him a new perspective. The following morning Emma limped giggling to the bathroom on her own. "You stay there you tormenting young bugger, I'm as sore as I have ever been. How I'm going to get over this I don't know!" She laughed, and grimaced too. But she did know, there was no way she could keep Mark as satisfied as he would need to be, "he will kill me," she thought. And it was then that she decided that she would share him with Cathy, but keep control of him and her. She would not let him or her go their own way. Cathy, when ...

... she got the call from Emma, sat stunned when she told her of her decision, but she had to come to their house, Mark would never be allowed to visit her. "It's my way or the highway Cathy, I feel it's the only way this will work for us, and for him," she told her. And Cathy, after a brief hesitation agreed. "Something is better than nothing Emma," she told her. Cathy went to see Emma privately, she needed to tell her something first. "There's something you need to know Emma," she said, and placed her hand on her tummy. Emma took the signal in, and gasped, then controlling herself, she asked, "how far on are you Cathy?" "Four months," she told her, "John is over the moon, he will always believe it is his baby, but I know different. Please Emma, don't let this come between us, please?" After a lot of soul searching Emma agreed, no one would ever know, maybe Mark would guess but he would always be told the baby was his uncles. Cathy and Emma became soul mates after a time, nothing was held back, Emma learned that her husband John was a no hoper in bed. Emma never told her of the times he had chanced his arm with her. Her husband was long gone now, and Mark now had the very best of both worlds. He had his loving wife, and his gorgeous Aunty would call around to see him on the pretext of not wanting to be on her own when her husband was away. They even joined in occasional threesomes, and Mark was the centre of their little universe.