The True MILF Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The True MILF Ch. 02

... shown some wisdom in that, actually - when you needed release there was nothing much else to do. She grabbed a towel and draped it over the corner of the granite counter. She edged up to it, and stood on her tip toes, thrusting her hips forward so her clit would grind against the soft material. She braced her hand against the wall, feeling the pressure on her clit, feeling the strong muscles of her ass squeeze with each thrust as she drove herself forward. She didn't even try not too - she remembered the feeling of that cock, that enormous, lovely cock, its ridges passing her lips. The sensation of it on her tongue. The sensation of it parting her lips. She imagined the sensation as it parted other parts of her body.

The orgasm caught her by surprise. Only a moment of build, before the waves of pleasure were wracking her, her abs clenching as she thrust haphazardly onto the counter. Once the last of the contractions had passed, and she could catch her breath, she found she was thinking a bit more clearly. But she still couldn't deny the primal want that had been awakened.

She took her phone from the purse she had left here when she first walked in. "Jack..." she typed. "We need to talk."

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The conversation went better than it had any right to. At first, Jack had demanded details - what had she done? What happened? Were they already done? He was so turned on, he told her. She didn't know what else to do - she wrote the truth. The man whose cock they had been ...

... imagining splitting her open for two weeks, the man that she had told him was going to be a better fuck than him the night before... that man was their son.

"Did you... do anything with him?" the text sat there, plain, without tone, but also without judgment. For the moment.

She decided to call, to explain, so they could hear each other's voices. She tried to stay quiet. She didn't want Darren to worry. She explained. How sorry for him she had felt. How much desire he had. He seemed in pain. She wanted to give him release.

Had she enjoyed it? Yes. Was she wet? Yes. Did she cum? Yes. Did he want to do more? Yes. Did she want to do more?

"...he's our son!" she whispered.

"That didn't answer the question." His voice was calm, understanding. "Let's say we can deal with all of that. Do you want to do more?"

"How would we possibly deal with all that?"

"I think we can set boundaries. Tell him we're his parents. There will be times you two do this thing together, and other than that, nothing changes. We'll still support him. He'll still follow our rules, and we hope, listen to his advice. He's right - you two are consenting adults, and he's basically out of the house already. He's grown up."

Alice's head was spinning. Were they really contemplating this? They discussed. And discussed. It was taking longer than she wanted - she didn't want Darren to stress. But they had to work out the details. Make sure they weren't being crazy. Make sure Jack wasn't just being so ...