Another Lockdown - Sex Stories

Another Lockdown

... bottom in a way Bill never had, it was here that I had a full realisation of just how big Jack was, how filling and how flexible my body was, able to take him as he used me for his needs. As he fucked I heard the slap slap sound of his stomach as it bounced off my bottom cheeks, and realised I was grunting in time to his thrusts. His stomach slapped, my mouth grunted. His fucking was causing my body to slide slightly on the bed, the sheet rubbing against my clitoris, stimulating and his balls crashing onto my vagina also tickled and aroused me.

His movements became slower yet deeper, not as frenetic but somehow harder and I heard him grunt as he thrust. He pulled back and pushed back in and grunted again. He had ejaculated, emptying his balls inside me. I felt his weight on the bed as he stood up, his penis slipping out of me, a farty slurp sound as it left, I could feel the air as it blew around inside my bottom, I knew I would be gaping until my sphincter recovered.

He turned me over again, once more I was on my back and as I looked down, I saw he was between my thighs. He kissed my clitoris and sucked it into his mouth, and then ran his tongue down the valley of my sex lapping at my entrance. I realised I was clutching the sheet between my fingers as he pleasured me. He licked and sucked my clitoris and I felt his fingers penetrate me. Two, perhaps three, fingers moved inside me, finger fucking me as his tongue worked my clitoris and I screamed. My back arched up off ...

... the bed, my whole body was rigid, in spasm as the biggest orgasm I could recall exploded in my body.

I was spent.

Jack stood. His face was glossy and shiny with my juices. I looked down, his penis now flaccid was wet and glossy too. I did not look at myself, I couldn't. I didn't dare say anything.

"That is what I dream off when I am wanking. You. Now you know." He turned and left my bedroom. I stayed laying there, my legs splayed apart, my feet on the floor, my body sore and I was pretty sure leaking his fluids.

I did not know how to react. Sex with my son was wrong. I was pretty sure that I hadn't instigated it in any way. I hadn't said 'no', nor had I said 'yes'. I had just let him use me. But, and here was a thing, that had been the most intense orgasm I had ever had. Did that mean that I had just had the best sex I had ever had?

I struggled to my feet and went into my ensuite, turning the shower on to needle and hot. My robe fell to the floor and I stepped in. I took the hand unit and sprayed up between my legs, washing my abused crotch, my sphincter not quite closed and I felt the hot water as it entered. I douched as best as I could and then, with the water off I just stood and dripped dry.

How could I continue? How could I face Jack? He had pretty much forced himself on me, in me, ejaculated inside me, and I am his mother. That should not happen. I decided that I would ignore it. I would say nothing. I would behave as if it hadn't happened. What else ...