The Happy Accident - Sex Stories

The Happy Accident

... other. We kept kissing, neither of us pulling away, both enjoying the ride. Then all of a sudden she pulled back and looked me in the eyes for a long moment. She said, "I want you to know how much I love you, John. How much I've always loved you. If something had happened to you or our son in that accident..." her voice wavered. "Oh Sarah..." I whispered, playing my part perfectly. "It's okay... everything is going to be okay now." She flashed me a beautiful smile, and then without saying another word she reached down and opened her robe.

The erotic pleasure I felt from being called my father's name was quickly overshadowed by the surge of testosterone that coursed through my borrowed veins, activating my father's sex organ, which now stood proud and stiff between my legs. She shrugged her shoulders outward and the robe fell back onto the bed. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. I took a deep breath to steady my pounding heart. She smelled faintly of soap, not perfume. She smelled fresh. This was the first time I'd seen my mother naked.

She was lying on her side, propped up on one elbow. I looked her over, taking in the sight of my mother in our bed, who had just unknowingly exposed her naked body to her son. She was in her late 50s, and was never a supermodel even in her prime, but the raw sexual attraction of her form was overpowering to my father's body. Reminding myself that I was technically John now, and that the nude woman lying alongside me was actually ...

... my wife, I tentatively reached out and placed my hand on her breast, barely touching it, as if the slightest disturbance of this whole encounter would dissolve into a dream, and I'd be awake back at college in my normal body. She reached up, placing her hand on top of mine and pressed it down, squeezing her breast hard. I felt her nipple rising, erect in the palm of my hand. I squeezed again then lowered my mouth to her chest and began to suck and lick. She threw her head back, tossing her wavy grayish-brunette hair to one side as I sucked one nipple into my mouth and then the other.

Her hand stretched out and found my father's wrinkled cock, slipping it out through the fly in my boxers. She spun around, throwing one leg up over my head, straddling my face. I could see her pussy inches away from my eyes. She gently lowered herself onto me until she made contact, and then began to rock back and forth, rubbing her wet, pink lips over my face, my nose, my mouth. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and was rewarded with a sweet, salty taste. Her pussy was already dripping wet and I devoured it. At the same time she took hold of my cock and expertly took it into her mouth. I was practically beside myself as she bobbed up and down on my cock, effortlessly sliding it deep into her throat and then back out to flick the tip with her tongue. My father was a lucky fucking man.

I reached up and took a hold of her ass cheeks, one in each hand and squeezed hard. Hard enough to ...