My Loving Son - Sex Stories

My Loving Son

... best looking broad Emma," he replied laughing, she poked him in the ribs saying. "I am not a 'broad' I am your wife treat me with respect, or?" "Or what?" he smiled. "You wait until I get you back there," she said, hooking her thumb over her shoulder, meaning their stateroom. "Can't wait Mrs Lyndhurst, what have you in mind for me?" "Not too sure yet my boy, but it will be stamina sapping!" Emma couldn't believe how she was behaving, the thoughts she was thinking. And above all, how she had completely seemed to have cast aside her marriage of over twenty years. And not only that, but she was happy in the knowledge that she was now belonged to another man, another mans property, another man who loved her, whom she loved like she had never really loved her husband. And Emma had moved on to him and into him in a smooth and seamless move. They were seated with eight other guests at their table, they made small talk, but really only had eyes, ears and thoughts for each other. When she had gone to numberless dinners and functions with her husband, they had only talked when the night had finished and they were going home. Emma now knew that the last several years had been a sham, a marriage in every way but the right one. After their breakfast where they had kept in close contact with each other, hands on a knee, a hand grasping a cock, a hand was pressing into a pussy, heated looks, knowing needs. They walked up to the top deck where the pool was, they had a drink at the ...

... cocktail bar, and then headed beck to their room and each other. Emma was in dire desperate need to be screwed by her son. As soon as they entered she attacked him, yanking at his shirt and jacket. "Get your clothes of Mark Lyndhurst, I need you so much. I can't wait for you to be in me again. Get on with it, RIGHT NOW!" she shouted the words. He grinned in happiness, this beautiful woman, once his mother, now his lover was mad about him. He had taken her away completely and forever from his father, would he get a shock if he could see how she was behaving with him, and an even bigger shock if he could see what he was about to do to her. Emma struggled as quickly as she could out of her dress, and jumped on the bed, taking her underwear off as she went. Mark was right behind her, Emma was going dizzy with the passion bouncing crazily through her. She had never in her life felt this randy, her need to be fucked was paramount in her mind. Her womanly desire for hard flesh to penetrate her, and in the way that only the man in her sights, the only man in her life can possibly do. Mark was on her like a tornado, he drove his prick in without further ado, he banged it home as hard as he could, his own need negating any thought of finesse. Emma's breath whooshed out of her as her son filled her pussy up full and tight. Then he was in and out like lightening, his prick drilling deep and taking all before it. Emma had her first climax simply due to the power of his onslaught, she had no ...