My Son's Cumbucket Ch. 09 - Sex Stories

My Son's Cumbucket Ch. 09

I woke up in a feverous sweat. It took me a minute to get my bearings. I was in my son's room, naked in his bed, with him sleeping soundly next to me. I tried to move but everything was sore, especially my ass. I touched my face and felt the dried crust of cum caking me.

I just had the most realistic dream that I let my son and his friends gangbang me. If I closed my eyes I could still feel their huge cocks in all of my holes. In the dream I was in complete ecstasy but waking up as abruptly as I did the idea scares me.

What was I doing?! The first time I have alone with my step son and I let him fuck me in the ass. My husband is away at a conference until tonight and I'm at home fucking his own son. I even let Jack, my step son, film him fucking my ass while I was wearing mask.

Slowly I slid out of the bed. I was trying my hardest to not wake Jack. The sun hadn't even started to rise yet. Tiptoeing out of his room on Shaky legs I carefully ascended the stairs and up to my room, or the room I share with my husband, whom I love very much.

Getting into my bathroom I turned on the light and stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was a frazzled mess and there were definite outlines of Jack's dried cum on my face. There were clumps in my hair as well. What have I become?

Resignedly I got in the shower and cleaned every inch of my body. It felt as if I could scrub all evidence of Jack off of me. The only reminder was my still gaping asshole. Still being early I ...

... climbed into bed and curled up under the covers.

I awoke much more rested and I could smell the most delicious aroma coming from downstairs. Getting out of bed I put on a robe covering my naked body. When I got to the kitchen I saw Jack dancing away to some music as he cooked breakfast. He was only wearing an apron.

Steeling myself I made my way downstairs and greeted a mostly nude jack.

"Hey, there you are beautiful. When I saw you weren't in bed I figured I should make us some breakfast. How are you doing?" Jack said as he served me a plate of food.

Realizing how utterly starving I was I reluctantly sat down.

"I am sore." I chuckled as I began eating.

"Oh yeah I bet you are." Jack winked at me devilishly.

Averting my eyes uncomfortably I kept eating. Jack put his hand on mine and I looked into his eyes.

"Hey are you alright?" He asked sincerely.

Clearing my throat I stammered.

"I don't know to be honest. This is all just so much and I feel guilty....your father...." I trailed off.

"My father is a pathetic moron." Jack said. "That old loser wouldn't know a good thing if it knelt down and sucked his flaccid tiny dick. You deserve more."

"He is still my husband...." I said meekly.

"He was my father first. Besides, I didn't hear you complaining last night." Jack pointed out.

Blushing remembering how Jack fucked my ass with his big cock and how it made me orgasm harder than ever before. I was doing the opposite of complaining last ...