A New Life - Sex Stories

A New Life

... my legs slightly apart, sending him an invitation. At that point, I believed my clit had its own pulse and I could hear it over the thudding of my heart. I knew it would only take a few seconds of my son flicking my clit and I would have to change the soaked sheets. I chewed my lower lip as I waited for Braxton to slide his finger just a little lower.

I moved my left leg, pushing my thigh into his crotch. I could feel him getting harder. I had wished he would just pull it out and lay it on my leg. I wanted to see if the rest of his cock was as beautiful as the head. I wanted to grab it. Squeeze it. Stroke it.

"Sorry," he said, as he pulled his hand away and then stood up. "I am so sorry," he pleaded again.

I was the one that was sorry. I should have never put him in that situation. I watched my son tug at his shorts as if those little shorts were going to hide his rock-hard cock. He turned toward the door to leave.

"If you need anything, Honey," I quickly said. "Mommy is here." Mommy is here. I sounded like a horny old broad offering to whore myself out to my hurting son. Then again, maybe I was.

After he left my room, I laid there in disbelief. Was I really trying to get my son to finger fuck me? What sort of mother was I? I figured I had better go talk to him. I pulled my shirt closed as I entered the hallway. I tip-toed over to his door and when I was about to knock, I heard soft moans. I glued my ear to his door and could hear Braxton stroking himself. ...

... Was that finally my moment? Should I have walked in and offered a helping hand? Or a helping mouth? I could at least see the rest of his eight-teen year-old cock. While I was trying to make up my mind, he let out a deep grunt. I could almost imagine the loads of cum spurting from his hard cock, shooting all over his belly. Should I have gone in and offered to help clean up? What the fuck was wrong with me? Instead, I hurried toward the bathroom for another frigid shower.

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The next couple of days, my son and I avoided each other as much as possible. Just a quick hello and good mornings were the extent of our conversations. We pretty much stayed in our own rooms and only came out when we thought the other was still hiding. I knew I went too far with him. I knew I should have confronted the elephant in the room and discussed what happened or what didn't happen. I should have tried to make sure he was okay with his break-up with Amanda. I definitely should not have tried to slide his finger in me.

Friday morning arrived and I began my day as normal. A quick breakfast and then a shower to wake up for my day as an online accountant. When I went back downstairs to pour another cup of coffee, Braxton was in the kitchen. I paused as he saw me. He was dressed for his day of work at the local hardware store. When I went to walk past him, he put up an arm, placing a hand against the wall, blocking my path.

"I've been thinking," he said. "The other morning was very nice. ...