My Loving Son - Sex Stories

My Loving Son

... stop the squeal coming out. "What's going on Em, what are you doing?" her husband asked. She grimaced, Mark held his finger all the way in, and made her lie face down. He was going to fuck her there in a moment, his prick was hot and hard and ready to go. Emma said, with a finality, "You really don't want to know Donald," she gagged a little, then said, "Get to the solicitor; I'm not speaking to you again!" Mark jammed his finger in harder. Emma gave out a large moan. Forgetting her husband was on the phone, she blurted, "Oh Mark, Oh Ooooh!" He took the phone out her hand, shut it and dropped it on the floor. On the other end of the phone her husband tried to picture in his mind what he had just heard. The gasping, the moan, the squeal, then the words 'Oh Mark, 'Oh Ooooh!' He wasn't stupid and those sounds were the sounds of two people engaged in sex, in the throes of sex, and of uncontrolled sexual activity. His wife and son were having sex, he was 100% sure. But he knew there would never be any proof, and what good would it do for him anyway. His marriage was over, he had accepted it already, his wife of over twenty years belonged to another man. And that man was their son, he had lost them both. On the ship Emma was preparing herself to be rear ended, she hadn't had it there many times, she wasn't too interested in that kind of sex. But that was back then, this was now. If her man wanted her there, he would have her there, and as many times as he wanted her there too! ...

... She would willingly offer herself to him at all times in any way he wanted. As far as she was concerned, what he wanted, then she wanted it too, no matter how painful it may be, she was up for it. "Oil baby, go get some oil, anything will do but get it, if you are having me in there I'll need help babes, hurry!" she gasped at him. Mark brought some and spread it over her now upturned ass, she was in position, she was ready for him. He poked some in bringing s delighted moan from Emma, then he slathered it on his prick, got behind her and slid it in. Emma's head dropped, her knuckles whitened holding the bed sheets, her mouth gaped open, her eyes felt as if they had crossed and rolled to the back of her lovely head. Her ass clinched and pinched around him holding him tighter into her rounded succulent rump. Mark was balls deep now and not intending to hold back, he had learned his technique from his aunty Cathy, he knew what he was doing, and how to do it. Holding his mothers hips to him he drew back, it caused Emma to breathe in deeply, her head shaking from side to side, knowing the pain was going to get more and more. And when he pushed back it felt as if she was being cleaved in two, her breathe was expunged in the same way. Her knees tried to shut close, but refused to move, her back arched, her teeth clenched, the pain was terrible but she knew there was no redemption, she was in this for the long haul, and rain or shine she would get used to it, or die in the attempt. Of ...