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My Loving Son

... once more. "I'm your mother Mark," she managed to gasp, but she knew this wasn't going to make any difference, not now. But the thrill coursing through her at this illicit encounter was just too naughty, wrong and so exciting. "No you're not Emma, not here you aren't, you are my wife," he told her gently and rolled her nipple as he squeezed it again. He was about three days ahead of his schedule for her seduction, and boy, was he happy about it! Emma collapsed internally, the fight she had envisaged, the 'make him work for it,' ethic, had never been in the same room. "What would his father say if he could see me and our son like this?" she thought. "Oh darling darling," she whispered huskily over her shoulder. He moved slightly away from her and pulled her to lie on her back, then he leaned over her. He was looking directly into her amazing eyes, and told her. "I didn't know it until now Emma," he said so softly, "but I have waited for this moment for the whole of my life," and before she could even begin to take in what he had just said, he kissed her. It was their first kiss, their first real lovers kiss. He had kissed her earlier, but it hadn't been a full amorous one, his lips connected fully and he had pulled away, but it hadn't been a peck either. Emma rolled properly on to her back and lifted her arm to encircle his neck. She was in, she had made the leap, the next one would begin the first chapter of this book he was writing in her mind. She was stirring in her ...

... excitement; her body was activating itself, making her ready for her man. Mark her son, was disappearing from her into the annals of her heart, coming to her now was the man she would go to with her life. She had a quick mental flash, 'make a note to divorce his father just like I said I was going to!' Mark was claiming her and she was willingly and devoutly giving him every part of her. He squeezed her nipple, she groaned in his mouth, his knee slipped onto her pussy, her thighs parted for him, nothing would be kept back. Emma was falling headlong into her own son. She would never belong to anyone else ever again, the love she had for him spilled out of her heart to surround him. Emma turned fully to him, she knew what she was doing now, knew where she was going and never coming back. "Darling," she whispered, "this is the point of no return, are you aware of that?" She hoped he got her meaning, that he understood what she was not saying, that she was committing herself to this, to him. "I've never understood anything better in my life Emma, Mrs Mark Andrew Lyndhurst," he said quietly, but strongly. "I like that, It like the sound of it Mr Lyndhurst, my marriage to you is going to be final Mark, make no mistake." Before he could reply Emma, his now gone mother sought his prick, she found it easily, it was in her soft hand, then hands, he groaned, she pushed down his shorts, and said. "Never ever wear anything in bed with me again young man, I want you naked at all times and ready ...