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What Lies Beneath

... him, then he was coming, filling her mouth with spurt after spurt of hot, stick juice. She swallowed repeatedly, trying to keep up, but it seemed like it just kept coming. The more she sucked, the more he came. It was leaking out both sides of her mouth before he was done, and she hurriedly pushed it into her mouth and ate that, too. She remembered the spankings Jason had given her for wasting any of his come. As she came back up out of the covers, she saw it was Marcus, her son, and not Jason, her husband. It all came back right then, hitting her all at once in a flood. The accident, and all the lonely years after. She raised her hand to her mouth, ashamed of what she had just done to her son, and fled to the bathroom. She knelt in front of the toilet and tried to sick up the taste of him out of her mouth. Nothing happened, so she stood up and grabbed her toothbrush, turning the cold water on full f***e. As she was furiously scrubbing her teeth, she caught a glimpse of movement in the mirror and saw Marcus standing in the door, smiling at her. &#034I really like the way your tits jiggle, Mom.&#034 he said. &#034That's sexy as hell.&#034 She spit and rinsed her mouth with a handful of water, then turned to him. &#034Marcus, I'm so sorry!&#034 she said, blushing. &#034I woke up half asl**p, and I thought you were Jason. I didn't mean to...&#034 &#034It's okay, Mom, really. I understand.&#034 he told her. &#034You're a slut, and sluts need cock.&#034 &#034No, that's not what I ...

... meant...&#034 she protested weakly. &#034I just... I...&#034 &#034What?' he asked, crossing his arms. &#034Are you trying to tell me you're not a slut?&#034 &#034Marcus, I...&#034 she said. She hung her head. &#034That's what I thought.&#034 he said, smirking at her. &#034Get on your knees, Jennifer. That's where a slut like you needs to be, isn't it?&#034 &#034Marcus, what are you doing?&#034 she asked, alarmed. &#034No, please don't make me do this!&#034 &#034I said get on your knees, Jennifer.&#034 He crossed his arms, a stern expression on his face. &#034Don't make me tell you again.&#034 &#034Oh, no, this is all wrong.&#034 she said, going to her knees on the bathroom floor. He took two steps and was standing next to her, in front of the toilet. &#034I have to piss, Jennifer, and you're going to hold it for me.&#034 he told her. &#034Do it!&#034 &#034Yes sir.&#034 she said meekly, reaching her hand up and taking ahold of it. She felt the stream start to flow and directed it into the toilet. She couldn't help but smile at the sensations thrilling her. She could almost forget that it was Marcus and not Jason. He was so like his father... When the last few dribbles had trickled out, before she could stop herself, she licked the tip of his cock clean then sucked it into her mouth once and let him go. &#034Damn, that was fantastic!&#034 he praised her. &#034Remember to remind me to drink more fluids, so I can piss like that more often!&#034 &#034Marcus, this isn't right.&#034 ...