I managed to cover my intense emotional state well enough. I was shaken, but couldn't allow him to question me; I might just've blurted it out. As it happened, I did good enough, my husband bought it. I was glad he did and then went off to the garage. Now I was free to gather my thoughts while I went through the motions of making dinner.
As I made my way, unsteadily, to the kitchen, my thoughts boiled. What was I going to do? I couldn't tell anyone. It would be a nuclear disaster for our family. How was I going to handle it? I had to make sure it never happened again, I was sure of that.
Taylor, my 19 year old son, came into the room. He looked at me imploringly and mouthed, "I love you Mom. I'm sorry." I looked at him, but wasn't sure how to respond. I just nodded and he left.
As I prepared the meal, making a total hash of it, I turned events over and over in my mind. Alternately I was filled with fear, anger, doubt and finally desire. I had to admit it. There was no denying it. Again and again, I came back to that reaction. Did I really feel that way? It wasn't rational, logical and certainly not acceptable.
Hours later, the dishes cleaned and everyone doing their own thing, I pretended to read the paper. Still afraid of being scrutinized, I studiously kept a blank look on my face. The evening crept by, minutes taking hours. Various members of my family surfed in and out of the room. I paid enough attention to them, they quickly moved on. After a while, I put myself on autopilot, ceasing to dwell on my distress. When it was finally time for bed, I was grateful my husband fell right off to sleep. I couldn't.
There, laying in the dark, I allowed the words to form in my head. My son forced himself on me. He penetrated me with his hard young member. I was horrified by that stark reality, but yet, I burned with a fever over the memory. The dichotomy of those two positions, threatened my sanity. Yet, my mind returned to the afternoon. As I was in my room, Taylor came to me, like he would anytime. It was hard to bring to mind now, fuzzy unclear how it started. Talking, sitting on the bed. He was close, then closer. Gently, but firmly, he pushed me down. I didn't know what to do. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't. His hands took mine, pulling them above my head; his body on top of mine, pinning me so I couldn't move. I was afraid. What was he doing? Kissing. I struggled. More kissing. His weight held me down. Suddenly, I found my voice.
"No. You can't. Stop. You can't do this to me."
"Mom, if I take you like this, you won't feel guilty. You told me the guilt would eat you alive. This way you can say you had no choice."
"But please. This is not the way. It can't be." I started to fight back with all I had, but to no avail.
He didn't say another word. Holding both my wrists with one of his hands, the other hand worked fast to release his cock from his jeans and pull down my shorts. While he only had one hand on me, I saw my last chance, I tried to wrench my hands free, twisting and pulling them hard as I could. His strength overwhelmed me, I couldn't pull free, and then I felt him at my pussy. The head of his cock pushed at me until my fleshy walls gave way. He was bigger, thicker than I would've expected. It took a couple strokes for my body to make the adjustment for his, it was rough, since I wasn't wet or prepared for sex. I continued to fight, but I realized it was futile, so I made myself rigid as possible. He quickly established a tempo, pushing his hips so he penetrated as deeply as he could with his long fat cock, sometimes nudging my cervix, causing me to adjust my hips as best I could.
I tried to distract my mind from it. Why had he decided this was the answer to our dilemma? Contemplating that became difficult as he pumped in and out of me and my body was starting to betray me. I didn't want to enjoy this in the least, but I could feel a buzz starting in my core, tingles spreading out from my cunt. No! I couldn't, I wouldn't. I made a conscious effort to avert my thoughts away from pleasure, but it was in vain. Moisture came from inside me, clung to his cock, permitting him to glide in and out with no effort. My will evaporated, I gave in, yielding to the thrilling sensations coursing through me.
The tension in my legs slackened, allowing my knees to fall further open, easing his access. Still pinned, which, it appeared, was now exciting me, I couldn't move as I normally would, but could tilt my pelvis upward. Instantly, I was further aroused and became soaking wet. Detecting the change, he looked into my eyes and smiled. His rock like cock, sliced through the silken pink layers, occasionally brushing my clit, causing me shivers of delight. Taylor's balls slapped my ass as he pounded into me harder and faster, seemingly incited by my acquiescence. I absorbed it, anticipating each blow. Heat and tension were building in me, should I allow myself to cum? That would be giving in all the way and I wasn't sure I wanted to go that far. Like he read my mind, he rotated his hips so he came into greater contact with my clit. He was trying to make me cum.
The last shred of my resistance disappeared. I gave in with gusto. Wet smacking sounds filled the room as we mated, as did the aroma of sex, heady and musky. I breathed it in and along with the sight of his face above mine, handsome and loving. The spring was tightening in my pussy, my orgasm was there, just waiting for the trigger. Jack hammering into me, urging me with each machine like incursion, cum, cum, cum, and then came the release. In a massive shudder, I came hard, shockwaves rippling through every part of my body. Tremors shot through my limbs as well and continued surging through me again and again. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh God!"
"Yes, cum." The only words he would speak.
I did. Completely, totally, utterly. I came. My cunt squeezing him hard. Pushing and tightening around him. I felt him jerk and change pace; his body tensed. He was going to cum in me. My son, ejaculating, his semen would enter my womb. Five...hard...strokes...then...he...came, spasms wracking his body. I could feel each blast, his cock jolting inside me as I clasped him with my inner muscles. It was exquisite.
Slowing he fell onto me, still hold my hands above my head. His mouth absently kissed my tit. Taylor stopped and we lay there, breathing heavily, but not for long. We heard the dogs barking, we weren't going to be alone for long. He let go of me, shoved his cock back in his pants, kissed my cheek and left.
I got up and went to the bathroom to adjust myself and clean up. I could hear my husband coming in the door. He met me as I walked out of the bathroom.
As I thought of all this, my pussy was heating up again. I couldn't help it, I reached down to investigate. Dipping fingers into my well, I found the remnants of our liquefied passion. Miserable and confused as I was, I still masturbated. The heat was too overwhelming to ignore. My pussy was a bit tender, I hadn't been fucked like that in a long time. My clit was very sensitive. I had only to rub it in small circles to make it peek out from its hood. Full of shame, I teased and massaged myself, mind full of thoughts of my son, his cock and his passion, indulging in the illicit excitement of it. I used two fingers, fucking in and out of me, then a stroke or two across my clit, back in again, over and over until I could stand it no longer. I was convulsing, wanting to come. I finished using one finger, directly on the button, flying easily in the slick almost oily wetness. Rub, rub, rub... yessssss....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh....another whoosh of fluid was released from me.
Overcome with emotion, for want a of a better word, I passed out. I wished I could've stayed that way. When I finally awoke in the morning, I felt ashamed and disgusted, that I had not only allowed myself enjoy his violation but then relived it and found more pleasure in it. Paralyzed, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't tell anyone. The consequences would effect more than him, blowing apart our family. I also wanted to protect him. The best way to do that, would be to stay silent, but to also confront him and make him know what a terrible thing he had done. He could never do it again, to anyone. Carrying the burden would be both our penances. I had to admit my culpability in this. I wasn't free of guilt. No matter how much he thought taking me against my will might alleviate it. It couldn't. The truth wouldn't allow that.
As days clicked by, two things were going on. First, I did nothing, still immobilized by fear. I didn't want to destroy my son or our family. I wasn't afraid of him, naïve as that sounded to me. Taylor, for his part, seemed to walk on egg shells. He didn't try to be alone with me or approach me in any way except when necessary. Then, it was with the utmost care and respect.
Second, I couldn't keep from indulging in experiencing it again and again. It was constantly there, on my mind. Especially, when I was alone and most acutely, when I was in bed at night. Like an erotic naughty video, it looped in my mind. Sometimes I was successful in stopping it. More often, I was not, as I would masturbate to memories of his touch, his ardor and mine. My orgasms were some of the most intense I'd ever had. It only made my guilt worse. My soul was in hell, covering for my son and hiding it from his father. I knew I'd have to talk about it directly with Taylor, and soon. I just couldn't bring myself to say the words. I love him and didn't want hurt him, even though he'd made a dangerous mistake. Knowing my own blame in the situation, didn't make it any easier. I felt like a hypocrite. I would have to face this soon, for the sake of my sanity. Making it worse, I had no idea what Taylor was feeling.
There Mom was, in the kitchen. I was pretty sure we were alone, I was hoping anyway. We needed to talk without anyone potentially overhearing us. She was barefoot, wearing a white cotton skirt and a tight t-shirt. Her body was silhouetted in the sunlight streaming through the window, which also backlit the skirt so I could see the outline of her under it. Her legs and butt were clear; I knew first hand they were smooth and firm. The shirt stuck to the contours of her breasts, so luscious and full; her arms were well shaped from her work outs. The sight fired me up, even though it was not why I had wanted to be alone with her. My groin stirred. I knew it was wrong. We hadn't discussed what had happened just days ago and I was ready to do it again. I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head and walked up behind her.
The perfume of her hair and skin surrounded me. I enjoyed that for a moment. Apparently, she hadn't heard me come in, I scared her when she heard me inhale, but she kept her back to me. "Taylor, nobody else is home. Honey, we need to talk."
I stood close behind her, but didn't touch. "I know Mother. I feel bad about what happened. I don't want you to be afraid of me or angry. I love you."
"You should feel bad. You forced yourself on me. You know that's a crime. However, you're my son, I could never turn you in and I know I couldn't tell your father. Part of the reason for that is I want to protect you. The other part, as you well know, I'm also to blame for it."
Her words melted me. Even after what I had done to her, she loved me. She was right, I knew it was wrong, an act I could be arrested for and put in jail. I felt like shit, I didn't want to hurt her. I made excuses for it, before I did it. After it was over, they didn't make sense any more.
"Mom, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you. I know it was bad and wrong. I just thought...I made up excuses to myself...that it would be the way to keep you from feeling guilty for wanting to have sex with me. If you had no choice, you wouldn't blame yourself. I didn't think of it as rape. That's the word, isn't it?"
She turned off the stove; put her hands on either side of it, on the counter. I could see her shoulders shaking, like she was weeping. That did it. I came up behind her and held her in a bear hug. She grabbed my arms, and squeezed. We stood there for a few minutes. Then my arms slipped a little causing my hands to cup her tits. I left them there. My cock jumped in my shorts. She stopped crying and even breathing. My dick got harder, it had to be poking her butt and I couldn't help it, I closed my hands around her tits. She softly moaned. "No. We can't", but I didn't make a move.
Frozen stiff, standing there on the kitchen floor, we both weren't breathing. Then she sighed and backed into me, snuggling further in my arms. Automatically, I held her tighter, bending down to kiss her neck. She inhaled and gasped. I kissed harder, almost biting her. Her butt squirmed against my fully erect tool. I couldn't stop now. I turned her to face me and kissed her, my tongue swirling around her mouth. For a second she was rigid, but I continued and she gave in, kissing me back just as hard. Her body was soft now as she became part of me. I crushed her against my chest, her boobs smashing into me. My hard on was pressing into her crotch. I liked kissing her, but that wasn't enough. I had to have her again. I picked her up from her bottom and walked to the table.
I laid her down and really looked at her. Her face was intense, no smile like she normally had. I lifted her skirt and pulled her panties off, then spread her legs. I caught the scent of her pussy and gulped it in. It was sort of sweet, but not like perfume or flowers. It made me almost dizzy. I just knew I had to taste her so I went for it, leaning down; she took hold of my head.
I could tell Taylor was going to go down on me. I reached out for his head to guide him in. He stopped though and just looked at my wide open pussy for a minute, then took his fingers and spread my labia apart. With one finger he traced my opening, lightly touching the tender outer lips. I shivered. It was thrilling, such a gentle touch from so young a man. Carefully, he inserted just his fingertip, a few inches into me and moved it around in a slow circle, exploring me. Maybe he'd never had the chance to do this with a girl before. Pushing in deeper, he made the same circle. As he turned his hand upward, he caught my G-spot and I reacted. "Yes baby! That's a good place."
He grunted and smiled, rubbing it slowly and watching me intently. Unable to hold still, I fidgeted under his touch. Taylor was experimenting, moving slow then fast, easily slipping in my moist pinkness, and keeping the spot under his control. "Honey, faster, please. It feels so good. Ahhhhhh." I begged him.
"I will mother. I will." He smirked, clearly pleased with himself, he increased the speed.
What a picture we made. My son, his fingers in his mother's pussy, while she was splayed on the kitchen table. The image faded away quickly as my attention turned to the heat and pressure building deep inside me. Closing my eyes, I focused. My breathing, ragged with passion. "Yes Taylor. Faster and harder. Ahhh ahhhhh ahhh..." I rocked my hips on his hand. "Oh, honey, yes." More rapidly still, he rubbed and my excitement grew. Escalating with each stroke. "Ohhhhhhhhh..ohhhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhh. Taylor, yes!...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I came. Oh did I cum. My pussy throbbed with spasms, each one running the length of my body in both directions. I laid there, my breath ragged, absorbing each stroke, thinking he'd stop, but he didn't. He seized on my clit with his mouth, sucking it like a straw in a milkshake, trying to get the last sticky bit from the bottom, while his fingers were still moving inside me. It took me by complete surprise, with no effort, I came again, arching my back and grabbing his head. I lifted my pelvis into him and held his face there. He let go and licked. He licked every part of my pubic mound, side and center, like an ice cream cone, swirling his tongue, inside and out.
Damn, Mom tasted so delicious. When she came, juice flowed freely from her. I couldn't let it be wasted on my hand, I had to drink it up. I slurped her clit and her crevices hard as I could. Mom amazed me by cumming again so quickly. No girl I'd ever been with did that. Licking every part of her, I wanted no drop to go untasted. I savored every moment, touch and flavor. Because I knew this was my mother whom I loved and respected and whom I wanted to experience as a passionate and loving woman. I was afraid to do anything that would upset my opportunities to have these sweet interludes again and again.
My cock was so hard, it felt like the skin would split. It needed to be buried deep inside her, soon. I wanted her to cum once more though. One more burst of mouth watering mother elixir and I'd have to fuck her. Her clit was hard and stuck out so far, I didn't need to pull the folds that usually protected clits. Playing ping pong with my tongue, I flicked it, from side to side, digging into the folds with the very tip of it. Pussies are wonderful. So many textures of skin; slick and smooth walls inside; bumpy and wrinkled ridges outside. Mother was various shades of pink. From pale to dark and rosy. Her aroma was all around me, still making me lightheaded, or was that lust? Enough playing, I went to work. Sticking my tongue out, I licked the fleshy part right outside her opening. I don't know what that's called, but she liked it. Massaging it and then jabbing into her, she wriggled on my face. Her hands held my head tight. I could feel she was nearing an orgasm, that and her moans clued me in. God, I loved to hear her excitement. I missed that the last time. So I clamped down on her clit and everything else that would fit in my mouth and sucked, slipping my index finger into her velvet smoothness to fuck her. Mom went wild. Gasping and speaking under her breath. "Yes! Taylor, oh god, Taylor, suck me. Ahhh honey, yessssssss."
Boy did I! Finger fucking her, her tight muscles flexed on it. Gulping as much as I could of her pussy, I sucked hard, even as she came in a gush. Oh God. Was there anything better in the world? I had Mom, all to myself, at this moment. She was crying out in ecstasy. "Ohhhhhhh Taylor, Momma's cumming." It was so fucking hot, I almost came.
Realizing that, I tried to slow myself down, without stopping her. My cock was throbbing to the point of painful. I had to get it in her. Easing up, easing up...I felt I could finally stop. I did and stood up. Putting her legs over my shoulders, I pulled her butt to the edge of the table. I noticed her face. It was full of, joy, I think. I gave her that kind of happiness. The kind a man gives a woman and I was proud? I couldn't help it. I was her man. I lined up the head of my dick, swished it around in the moisture and got ready to enter heaven. Taylor stood there, his cock poised to enter me. Looking into his handsome face, feeling his lust prodding me, I waited, remembering his last intrusion, only this time, I was prepared. My pussy was wet and ready. He pushed just a few inches into my now silky wetness, and then pulled out. I looked down to see he was drenched. Grasping my hands in his, I eagerly anticipated his next move. In one thrust, his turgid member rent me open, sinking all the way to the bottom. "Ahhhhhhhhh Taylor! Ahhhhhhhhh!" I almost came. The friction was so exquisite; I involuntarily gasped. Pulling out again, dragging my inner juice with him, I looked down once more to see the glistening meat between my legs. Hot and full of desire I told him, "fuck me now baby. Hard." He grinned and tugged me further off the edge of the table and leaned over me, and started to glide into body and back out, in and then out. He got into a rhythm, in and out, in and out, so deep, our pubic hair was enmeshed, stopping to once in a while to grind my clit with his pelvis. "Please honey, faster." I pleaded with him. I wanted to be pounded on. Again, that playful grin and another grab to yank him into me.
Standing straight up, still holding my thighs, he rammed his hips against me, mercilessly propelling his cock through my slick and satiny tissues. This was what I wanted, he knew it. He pulled back and began fucking me deep and hard. Over and over, he drove his rock like hardness into me, the slapping sound of his torso smacking mine. His vigor was taking my breath away. Ah, ah, ah. "My Tay-lor." My mind dissolved into the mind bending sensation of cock stroking pussy. In and out, in and out, he hammered me, stoking a passion burning in my depths, threatening to combust. I felt the flash point coming and matched his impact, my hips straining to take as much of him in as possible. In and out, in and out, "honey, ahhhhhhh...yes...I'm going to cum. Ahhhhhhhhh..."
Taylor looked directly into my face, "Cum Mother, please. Cum for me."
I closed my eyes. A spark, then an ember and finally a flame burst forth. It consumed me. Igniting in my pussy and traveling the course of every nerve in my body. I went up in cinders, scorched by the heat of my desire. "Ohhhhhhh God yes baby!" Taylor didn't slow, but continued the pounding, lengthening my orgasm. Fire licked at my skin, searing my mind as I reminded myself, he was my son. The muscles in my cunt, pushed and tightened around him as the spasms went through it.
In and out, in and out, he kept on, but I felt a change. He was tensing, the machine like precision of his pace, breaking down. He was going to cum. I readied myself. "Taylor, cum for mom now. I need you to. You want to."
I saw him jolt and shudder. He was going to burst. Smack, smack, smack into me. Smack....smack..."Ahhhhhhhhhhh Mom! Mom!" Smack...he froze as his cock became still more rigid. I felt it jerking inside me as hot ropes of semen shot into me. When he was able to move again, he pushed in and out of me until the contractions subsided.
He stopped and stood back up, then he reached down and grabbed me up in his arms kissing me, tenderly and with great love. "Mom. I love you. I wanted this, just like it happened, for so long."
"Honey, I realize that. I don't know what we're going to do about it. I don't think we could risk letting it happen again. We both can never under any circumstances, tell anyone."
"I know, but do we have to talk about this now?" He kissed my neck. "Please, just a few more minutes before you bring the hammer down on me." He pulled my blouse from my shoulder and kissed it too. Unbuttoning me, he fondled my breast, freeing it from the bra cup and sucked the nipple, giving me chills. He did the same with the other. Sucking on one, kneading the other, I could almost cum again, it was so exciting.
I almost forgot to suck her tits. I wanted to so bad the last time. They were beautiful, fitting nicely in my hands. Mom's areolas were large and dark. Her nipples stood out nicely. I tried to get some milk. I didn't know if it was possible, but I had to try. She figured that out and stopped me for a second. Holding one in her hand, she squeezed it from her chest outward to the areola. There! A few drops of milk popped out. I eagerly licked them up and sucked harder. I wanted to for a lot longer, but we could get caught, so I finished with one more deep draw, then straightened her up.
"We'll get caught soon if we don't get cleaned up Mom."
"I know honey. Help me off the table. We'll have to talk another time, but soon. We have to figure out how we're going to deal with this. I love you. I desire you, but this is so dangerous, for more than you and me."
"I know, I know. We have to deal. I know."
I lifted her off the table, handing her panties back to her. She put them on and pulled her skirt down. I yanked my shorts up. We pecked each other's cheeks and I went to my room. I was already replaying everything in my mind. I was gonna have to jack off soon. Mom was everything I'd hoped she would be. Hot and sexy, made all the better because I loved her like no other girl I'd been with.
Taylor went down the hall to his room. I went down to mine. I had to wash up while I could. The evidence was already leaking out into my panties. As I washed, my mind raced through what had happened. A huge dilemma lay before me. What to do? How to handle it. At the same moment, I was once again, becoming aroused. It made me feel guilty and ashamed, but I was elated at the same time. There would be time for the torture later. I had to finish dinner. I was sure, I'd be masturbating soon though."Oh God, yes Taylor, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" I was cummmmmmming again. Tremors surged through every fiber of my being. I rocked back on my knees, pushing into his slamming hips. Harder and harder he drove into me. My orgasm continued, roiling. His orgasm was imminent.
"Ahhhhhhhh mother...I'm going to cum." Seizing my hips in both his hands and held me still as he came with each stroke. "Yes mom, yes....ahhhhhhhhh ahhhhh ahhhh."
Damn I came hard. Each time with her was better than the time before. I got to know her body better. Know how to increase her pleasure and she was giving me advice too. I kept the motion going, my cock was still jerking inside her. I was happy to be with her like this. I fell onto her back and grabbed her tits and gently fondled them, kissing her neck, "Mom I love you."
I was shocked by what I saw, at first, filling instantly with rage, but that quickly subsided as excitement stirred in my loins. I was oddly fascinated and aroused. Realizing withdrawal was the best course of action, at the moment, I retreated, from the sight but not the thought, it followed me.
The unfamiliar noises coming from my bedroom had drawn me back there as fast as I could walk, I approached quietly. I was glad I did. Not being a rash or quick to react, by my nature, I appreciated that I hadn't made my presence known; they hadn't heard my feet on the stairs. I needed to think about this. I wasn't expected home for a couple more hours, so I backed out of the hall and down the stairs, out the door. My son and wife never knew I was there and saw them.
I had seen my wife, having sex with our son, what a sucker punch. However, I couldn't tear my eyes from them. My anger rose, but I couldn't sustain it and found myself stimulated. As I drove off, the ghosts of my wife and son haunted me and, to my surprise, I had a full erection.
After Taylor and I were cleaned up and the bed straightened, the guilt hit me again. What was I doing? This time we had found ourselves strangely alone in the house. I tried to resist, once again, I had to make that effort, but I was so lacking in character or moral fortitude, I couldn't make more than a pretense of it. Two weeks had gone by since we'd had sex on the table. We'd talked and agreed, no more. We could've taken chances several times, but didn't. Why today? I didn't have time to ponder it any further. Mark, my husband, would be home soon.
Sitting at the table tonight, I couldn't stop staring at Mom, she was so beautiful. She looked a little tired, but I remembered her face as I ate her pussy this afternoon. When she came, she didn't look like Mom anymore. I think I had a hard on while I sat there and had to talk to my Dad to get it under control. I wondered how I could talk to him when I was screwing his wife? At first I didn't connect the two, but tonight, I was feeling shitty over it. I knew Mom was right, we're doing something very wrong. By the time dinner was over, I didn't know if I could do it again.
I sat at the table with the family trying to eat dinner. Jenna and Taylor passed it off well. I tried to keep my thoughts even so I could do the same, but I found myself drifting back to this afternoon. The spectacle of them on our bed, him fucking her from behind, her moans of pleasure as she said his name and the aroma of sex was strongly in the air. My loins were stirring and I knew I couldn't dwell on it or I'd get hard again or let it slip I knew. I didn't want that. I had a course of action in mind. I wanted to see it through.
After dinner, I went out to my shop for bit like normal. Nobody noticed I took my brief case with me. In it were the tools of my plan. In my disoriented haze this afternoon, I had driven back to work. As I traveled, I took no note of the surroundings; I didn't know what to do until I pulled in. I didn't want to reveal I knew about my wife and son, however, I had to know more about it, if it was just that once, which I doubted, or were their trysts often. At work, there was the answer. My company dealt in electronics including surveillance cameras. Being a partner, I could take what I wanted with little attention. Here now I had two wireless remote cameras. They were state of the art, no cables, motion activated and I could zoom and direct them from remotely. They were so small, I could hide them in the bedroom. I had two monitors as well and a miniaturized digital recorder. In the shop, I ran through the setup, programming the signal. Tomorrow was Saturday, I would have a chance to set them up. For now, I would have to get through the night. Satisfied all the gear I needed was in place, I returned to the house.
Laying next to Jenna, in the bed where she had moaned her release just hours before, I got hard as a rock. I wanted to take her and assert my manhood on her. Make her cum as she had with Taylor. Our sex life had been dwindling, maybe that was why she was screwing our son. I pondered taking her, but rejected it, to do so would force her into a corner. Instead, I behaved as normal, but only pretended to sleep. When I heard her breathing deep and regular, I rolled on my back reaching down for my stiffened member. I revisited the memory, the sight of Taylor invading his mother from behind. The wet sounds as his cock penetrated her over and over. His hands easily holding her hips as he steadied himself before he came into her pussy. Her ass, though firm, still shook as he hammered her.
Erection in hand, I quietly stroked my engorged organ. My mind aflame, Jenna was no longer a wife and mother, she was now the lover of my son. More like a woman than the mother role I had relegated her to. Thinking of her hot cunt squeezing as she came, I worked my meat, urging it to climax. Her hot wetness, like a glove, tight, like my hand. Faster, faster, ahhh ahhh...she was cooing to Taylor, "I'm cumming." Not having prepared myself my self for this, I lifted the covers slightly and came on my stomach, rubbing it into my skin so as not to leave tell tale stains on our sheets.
The next morning, after they had finally left, I went to it , working quickly. I installed the cameras from two angles, a side view of the bed and from above in the corner, the frame was from the foot to the head of the bed. I checked the scene on my monitors, zooming in and out. This experience had awoken the voyeur within in me, compelling my need to see more of them. I wasn't sure if this had been an ongoing affair, or I had stumbled on the first round. Hazarding a guess, I'd say that wasn't their initial encounter. I was maddened by the thought, but as had become the case, it was quickly dissipated by my curiosity and desire to witness more of their forbidden assignation.
The motion detectors would activate the cameras and catch whatever went on in here. The digital recorder would save it for me to peruse when I got home. The install went so quickly, I had time to set up the monitors in the shop, hiding them from curious eyes in a cabinet. Anyone walking in wouldn't be able to spot anything different. I was ready now and even eager for them to make their next rendezvous without delay. However, I knew, it wasn't going to be for at least a couple more days.
Mom and I had a heart to heart a couple days after the scene on the table. "Honey, I'm worried we're going to get out of control and get caught."
"Mom, as long as long as we only do it when everyone is out of the house, it'll be ok."
"We're tempting fate darling. My nerves are fraying. I feel so guilty. You're my son. I'm your mother. We are never supposed to think of each other in this way, much less act on it."
I couldn't argue with her there. I was feeling pretty guilty sitting at dinner with my Dad that night, almost sick. But it had disappeared as soon as I was alone with her. She was so hot to me. I agreed to cool it for a while. I had no choice, but it was hard, all I thought about was her and what we did. The last time, wasn't so rushed, Mom took a couple minutes, while I was eating her, to teach me what felt best to her. I was anxious to go down on her again, see if I did it better.
I thought of that all the time now, but since she was still saying no, I had been sneaking into her room, getting her panties and masturbating with them when she was gone. I would have to have her soon, I hoped to, but I couldn't push it. I was afraid she'd drop the hammer on me ending all chances to ever make love to her again; to lick her pussy and suck her tits and shove my cock into her. My dick got hard every time I thought of her.
Damnit! Three days had gone by and I'd gotten nothing. Every night I came rushing home, hoping to observe more of them in action. Each night as soon as I could, I went out to shop to review what the recorder had captured. No one noticed as this was my habit to go out there after dinner. Disappointingly, what I found was Jenna dressing, undressing and cleaning, days of it. There were also the other members of our family going in and out of the room, only mundane activity. At the end of the first week, I still had no prize, though, one evening, I was chagrined to find Taylor on the feed as I fast forwarded through the day's traffic.
He entered, seemingly apprehensive, going straight for the clothes hamper. He rooted through it and found Jenna's panties, bringing them to his face, rubbing the smooth satiny fabric against his cheek. I knew her panties well, like father, like son. He then pressed the crotch to his nose, breathing in her sweet scent. Ahhhhhhh...my loins reacted at the sight of him doing what I'd recently resorted to. He then took them and licked the panel in which lay up against her treasure all day long. He moved to the bed, sitting down at the edge, he opened his jeans, his hard cock springing out. He masturbated, holding the undergarment to his cheek. I wasn't excited by the sight of this, only the idea that he was lusting for his mother, which did produce a hard on in my own pants. He finished and replaced the underwear, leaving quickly.
The weekend came and went. I was getting frustrated. I was going to have to create a circumstance to invite another episode. The idea so occupied my mind, Jenna was questioning if there was a problem. Making a note to be more disciplined and to keep from drifting off in my thoughts, I assured her all was fine. At night, I spent hours thinking of her and Taylor and how to present them once more with an opportunity to consummate their lust. Finally it hit me. I'd tell them I was going to the other office, hours away; I would be gone the whole day and more! In two days, everyone but Taylor and Jenna were headed on a 2 day camping trip with a youth group. It would be the perfect time for me to extend my day, giving them some security, I'd be out of the way too.
Taylor and I had agreed to slow down, not risk being discovered. Well, he'd acquiesced. It'd been a week, and, as after every other time we'd been together, the guilt diminished and yearning returned to me. I found myself thinking more and more about Taylor. When he was in the room, I noticed how handsome he was, the structure of his body, the color of his eyes and the sound of his voice. More and more, these thoughts stole into my mind. The only thing that had grabbed more of my attention was Mark. He'd seemed distracted and distant. Not at all himself. It worried me until I mentioned it to him and then the old Mark was back. Must've been work, but I was going to keep an eye on him. I didn't see how he could know, however, it was worth paying attention to though, if he were to find out, it'd be the end of our family. Did I really want to gamble that away on satisfying my own selfish desires? Further complicating matters, by coincidence, in a couple days Mark was heading to his other office 3 hours away. He would be gone not just for the work day, but late into the night. The rest of the family, but for me and Taylor, were to be away for 2 days. The temptation to gratify ourselves would be immense.
Almost giddy with anticipation, my cock was semi-rigid as I got in the car and drove off. I was going up to the other office. It was the only way to insure I wouldn't give into the impulse to spy on their activities. As the day wore on, I tried to work and keep my mind on what I was doing. I tried shutting my office door, to keep my employees out for a while, nonetheless it only served to protract the day. Finally I gave in and found a compartment in which to shut Jenna and Taylor and threw myself into work the rest of the day. It had worked, until I left. Now driving towards home, it was difficult to keep from speeding. What would the digital record reveal? Anything?
As they left for their trip, I kissed everyone and waved goodbye. When the door closed, it was if reality was suspended, I entered another realm. Taylor was in the hall, on his face, naked desire. He didn't move or say a word. His questions, unasked, the answers equally unuttered. I walked directly to him, all resolve, all my promises to myself, shattering with each step. I ended up running into his arms.
I wanted her. I couldn't help myself. I didn't want to push or take her against her will. As I kissed her, holding her tight in my arms, her body melted into mine, she was so soft. I could feel how much she wanted me, more than the last time. I had no control now that I knew she was so willing. I picked her up and headed for my room.
Jenna met me at the door. "How was your trip honey?" She always stayed up to see me when I was out this late.
I couldn't tell from her demeanor if anything had transpired. "Oh it was fine, nothing earth shattering. I was very busy, the day flew by. How was everything here?"
"Oh, fine. Quiet with everyone gone. Taylor went out with his friends tonight. He's back now, work and school tomorrow." She got me a drink and listened as I recounted the day. I kept trying to read her. Nothing there, Jenna was blank, she would yield no clue.
"I'm not ready for bed and it's almost 1:00. You can go to bed if you'd like while I unwind for a bit."
"I had an early morning, getting everyone ready to go, I'm tired. I guess I'll go now. But don't stay up too late, alright?"
"Don't worry, I won't. I just need to have this drink and get over the road jitters."
"Hahahahaa...", she laughed. I looked at her again. She was beautiful. "Ok. I gotcha." She leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. "Goodnight honey."
She walked down the hall, the door closed and I was free to go out to my shop. I could barely contain myself. Opening the cabinet, I pulled the monitors out and reset the recorder to the beginning of the day. My heart raced. I hit play to let the machine tell me the story, if there was one. Suddenly, I was agonized to realize, Jenna's behavior might indicate, nothing happened at all.
Relief. I was so relieved to be excused. I was glad I would have the opportunity to try to go to sleep without him at my side. I was so remorseful, I had held up like a feather in a whirlwind. No moral fiber. I ran to Taylor for God's sake.
I heard Mom go to her room. I could relax now. She must've held herself together. I was worried, she was so upset as it got near to the time he was going to get home. She was falling apart. At least I could relax now. If there was going to be a scene, at least it would be hours from now. Finally, I could go back in my mind, remember our love making, how she felt to me, how she tasted.
I carried her down the hall and set her down on the bed and stripped her clothes off. She didn't have a problem with that, she helped yanking and pulling them off her. I dropped my shorts and was naked in a second. I stood her back up so I could hug her, body to body, skin on skin. Kissing her open mouthed, my tongue searched hers. Her skin was still scented from her morning shower. She leaned into me. I was so hot, I lifted Mom up under her arms, laying her down and getting on top. I kissed her more but broke it off to, kiss down her neck until I got to her tits. Ohhhhh...god they were perfect. I took them in my hands and rolled her nipples between my thumb and finger, making them hard. She sighed. More kisses around the areolas and then I sucked as much as I could into my mouth.
Taylor suckled my breast, drawing in as much as he could and kneading the other one. Producing tingles within, like when I nursed him, almost like the letdown before milk flows. He sucked and chewed, licked and kissed both of them, lingering, relishing them, like he hadn't been able to the last two times. I was surprised since he started out so heated, but I was delighted to have him pay so much attention to them. The wetness was already gathering in my pussy.
I wanted her pussy now, her juice, the warmth and aroma of it all over my face. I got up on the bed, lying on my back. "Mom, mount up."
She smiled and jumped up on my chest. "Are you sure? This is what you want?"
"Yes Mom, please." I grabbed her bottom and pulled her towards my face. "Come on. Sit on my face."
She wiggled up, put her knees on either side of my shoulders and sank down on me. There is was, pink and beautiful, good enough to eat. Hahahaha! So I did. Starting at her clit, poking out from its hiding place, I tickled it with the tip of my tongue. Just the smallest amount of her honeyed tangy juice was there. I let it stay there for an extra second, enjoying the flavor. I enjoyed the little pearl at the top of her pinkness that I discovered after she showed me and explained what it was. I was putting her lesson to good use. Mmmmm. That was that, I was getting more of that as fast I could. I plunged into her, fucking her with my tongue, swirling inside to scoop out as much as I could, trying to lick every drop possible from her, but then remembering, I how I wanted her to enjoy this too. Slowing down, I used small strokes, fluttering bottom to top and tickling her clit. Mom got excited and pressing further down on my face. With not much maneuvering room, I could only clamp down and sucked her clit and everything else I could get my mouth, stroking now and then with my tongue. I got into a rhythm, like fucking. She rode my face, gently never suffocating me, but she was tensing. Her thighs were squeezing my head. Suck, release, suck, release...building...suck, release, building....her pussy was pulsing in my face...suck release...suuuuuuuuuuuuuuck release...suuuuuuuuuuuck...release...she grinded down on my face...suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck...I wanted her to cum...suuuuuuuuuuuuck...cum for me Mom...suuuuuuck...
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh....", she came, screaming my name and gushing all over my face and mouth. "Taylor, Taylor. YESSSSSSSSSSSss...Oh God, yes." Her pussy pulsating while holding my head like a vice in her thighs, crushing down on me, I just kept sucking trying to get every drop, until she settled.
Taylor had brought me to a swift and total climax. He learned his lesson well. Some other woman would get the benefit of that someday, but for now, I had all the benefits of teaching him. Not wasting a second, I turned around and got between his legs. I had to have his cock in my mouth this time. It surprised him. "Mom, really? You would do that?"
"Yes, I can't wait to." Taylor was ready for me, no need to get him up. I took just the head in my mouth and sucked, running my tongue around the rim. He pulled his knees up in response.
"God Mom!" He was smiling at me. That Taylor happy smile I knew so well. Jarring me for a second; reminding he is my son. I shook it off quickly, I had to or I'd stop altogether.
Turing my mind back to his cock, I worked my mouth down his shaft, bit by bit, coming back to the top and going further down each time. He responded, shuddering and gasping as I got to the bottom. Running my mouth up and down, I sucked, sticking my tongue out so it ran up and down his shaft. He murmured, " ahhhhhh...yessssssss....yesssss...Mom."I stopped at the top and took it in my hand, stroking it up and down while my mouth focused on just the top three inches. He grunted and groaned, his hands resting on my head, flexing his hips up towards my mouth. It wasn't long, I could feel him tensing and just at that moment, he took hold of my head. "No, I don't want to cum like that. I want to put it in you."
I was astounded; it was not what I was expecting, though I knew it was possible. I had been watching them on playback on both monitors simultaneously for sometime, excited, but at times shaken to see them. I didn't know how much longer it was going to go on. Once Taylor had stopped her from going down on him, he must've asked her to get on him. I hadn't wired for sound, I could only guess what was being said, though I could see pleasure on their faces when they were in view on camera. Now, I gazed at the screen as she was riding his cock. Her hips rocking forward and pulling her ass further underneath her, it must brush her clit that way, I analyzed. As my wife undulated, her pussy consuming my son's hardness with every stroke, I could only imagine how he felt. My own member was ready to split if I didn't give it some release, for which the time had come. As I witnessed the playing out of their ardor, for I was certain this was more than simple lust, my own hunger was near peak levels. Giving in, I allowed myself to get full benefit from their show, admitting their appeal to my libido.
Jenna was rocking harder on Taylor; her body was jostled by the impact of her impaling her cunt on our son's dick. A harsh word, but it fit the raw scene I was watching. Her tempo was in perfect pace with me as I jerked myself. Taylor had his hands on her hips and was slamming his up to meet each blow. She threw her head backwards, arching her back. I could see her face from the side view camera, she was ecstatic, eyes half closed. Then she broke her rhythm. Taylor stabilized her as she frantically grinded her pelvis onto him in every direction, straining for deliverance of her rapture. She labored a few more seconds, I was mesmerized as her expression turned to bliss. Shockwaves wracked her body. Jenna smiled, a lascivious sexy smile, one I hadn't seen in ages, as she jolted and swayed on Taylor, he still pumping into her from underneath, extending her gratification.
Jenna slowed, Taylor slowed but then he made a lightening quick move, snatching her by the waist, he flipped his mother on her back. She laughed, or appeared to, in the camera from above and behind them. In a millisecond, he had spread her legs wide and shoved his manhood into her roughly. Jenna was surprised by the abrupt invasion, but then looked...tickled. Her mouth gave her the appearance of laughing which faded quickly into delight as her son began to pound into her, his mother, with machine like precision. Banging away, she was speaking to him, he made an adjustment, like he was being taught something, his angle of penetration changed, I could see from the side. Jenna closed her eyes as did Taylor. I matched this new speed, intent on climaxing with them. As I watched him slamming into her pussy I let them fuel me. Urging me on, feverishly jerking my cock, my balls tightened. Taylor must've been at that point too. Breaking pace, his body went rigid as he awkwardly continued to fuck her. I knew we were all at the same place, cumming together. He shook as he stopped and surely had to be ejaculating in her. Jenna was cumming too, her lips mouthing something. I came in a fount of semen, shooting high into the air and landing on my pants. I'd forgotten to protect them. Didn't matter now; I stroked it harder as more oozed, I was out of breath by the time my balls stopped ejaculating. I felt spent. My wife and son seemed to be in the same condition as they laid together for some time on our bed.
Since we were alone for the day, I had Taylor roll off me and we laid in each other's arms on my bed. He had wanted to go to his room, but it felt so wrong, my son fucking me in the room he was a boy in. Here he was a man.
I couldn't think at work. The sex video of my son and wife played nonstop in my head all day long. It got so bad, the tension in my balls was excruciating, causing me to lock my office door two different times so I could masturbate. I felt pathetic and miserable. How could I be stimulated by what was certainly a crime against nature? It was a violation of our marriage vows at the very least. I couldn't stop myself. Watching her being fucked by my 19 year old son, his cock in his mother's pussy, hit something deep and primal in me. She also appeared to be instructing him, more maternal attendance to his education? I could imagine that any woman he would be with from now on would benefit from Jenna's stewardship of his sexual education. I couldn't wait to get home. Of course I would have to check on the video feed, but I couldn't imagine they would have another encounter so quickly, especially since I was on my usual schedule. I decided to call it an early day, lack of sleep was contributing to my to my inability to focus on anything but Jenna and Taylor.
I knew I needed to talk to Mom but had to wait until the afternoon since I had work first thing in the morning and my Dad was still home when I left. Finally, I was home. She was very upset when I went to bed; I had to make sure she was o.k. I searched the house but eventually found her in the backyard, lying on a blanket under one of our big trees.
"Mom! Are you o.k.?" I just blurted it out.
She sat up, leaving her sunglasses on. "Yeah honey, I'm doing o.k. Why do you ask?"
"Because I thought you were going to fall apart last night, right before Dad got home. You must've held it together in front of him. I didn't hear anything like a nuke go off." I tried to smile.
She laughed softly, "Yeah, I got through it. I think I went numb. So don't worry baby."
"Well I am worried. I don't want to hurt you. If this is bugging you so much you're getting hysterical, then we have to stop. I love you Mom." I held my breath. What if she said we should? I went too far too fast. What an idiot. I didn't want to stop, but, I guess, I really didn't want to ruin her life either.
"Darling, right now, I'm kind of tender. Yesterday, you were all I wanted. But then, like I told you last night, the guilt and self-hatred started to sink in again. Baby, what we're doing is wrong. I keep letting it happen, hell, I ran to you, that's more than letting, that's pursuing you. How many times can I say it to you and to myself? It's wrong. You're my son. What in the hell am I doing? You're adult, but since I'm your mother, I feel I might've manipulated you into this." She stopped and inhaled.
"NO! NO! I wanted this too. You can't take all the blame. I wanted you. I raped you mother, that was ALL my fault. I'm still not sure how I'm going to live with that. For right now, I just don't think about it. But no, I did this too." My voice was rising.
She looked alarmed and scanned the yard, "Shhhhhhhhhhh!!! We can't take a chance of your voice carrying."
"Ok." I whispered. "I did do this too. I wanted to, I had to."
"Well, that's nice of you to try to take it on your shoulders Taylor, but I'm the real adult here and your mother and I shouldn't ever have had sex with you."
"I'm almost 20. I'm not a little boy mother." Damn that hurt. I know what she was trying to do, but I'm an adult too. I wouldn't let her make me the little boy in this. "Look at me mother. I'm a man. Not your baby boy."
"Oh darling, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I don't know what I'm doing right now. I know what I think and what I want to say, but I can't allow you to take on this burden alone and I share the greater part of it." She looked down, but I could see her jaw was drawn. She was close to crying.
She held out her arms, "come here sweetheart." She held me in her arms. I wanted to take away her pain. I knew what would stop it, full on, if I said "never again". I'd already said it and sort of meant it, but I wasn't willing to give it all up yet by saying it again. As she held me she starting to shake. In this condition, weak and crying, I couldn't help it, I felt protective of her and dammit! I was getting turned on. Jeez! What kind of a perv was I?
I held Taylor and quietly wept. What torture this was. I wanted to protect my son, but I wanted to partake of him as a man. To my horror, as I sat there, I was getting aroused, how could I? Here I sat crying over my pain and yet, I could feel a buzz in my pussy. What a depraved woman I am. It couldn't be denied though, I was feeling stimulated.
As if on cue, Taylor moved his head back, tilted my chin and kissed me. Deeply, thoroughly, lovingly, heatedly. I responded with all I had, for about 2 seconds. "NO! We can't. Not again."
"Mom, I love you. If you don't want to, I won't push. But if I get to decide, I want to."
Blown away by the maturity of that statement, I had no will of my own anymore. I surrendered to him, laying back, beckoning him.
In an instant, he was on me. I lost track of time from there; like a fever had taken hold of me, burning but leaving me in an altered state, all was lost in a fog of desire and love. I was undressed before I knew it, my son's eager face between my legs, hands on my tits, massaging and kneading, pinching my nipples. Tongue lapping at my clit, just like I taught him, then almost inhaling it through his lips. Wave after wave of bliss crashed over me as I orgasmed time and again, one after another. Sometimes I doubted it had stopped at all for it seemed as if it was one long climax. I was transported and suspended all at once. I called his name as I bucked into his face, holding his head tight. Stopping, looking up into my eyes, his handsome face so intense, flush with emotion, he jumped up on his knees. His cock entered me hard and sharp. As I lay on my back legs in the air, my ass on his knees, hands pulling my hips onto him, I came quickly and again, it never seemed to end. "Oh God, Taylor, I'm cumming!" I couldn't think, only feel. He didn't cum that way himself. Releasing me, he laid down on top me.
"Good Mom, cum. Cum some more for me." I lined up on her pussy and lay down on her body and shoving into her in one stroke to the end of her. Oh God this was better. I couldn't control myself. I drove into her, hard, fast and without mercy. Her ass, against the ground, didn't give an inch. I had to give her more orgasms. She hadn't cum like this before; I wanted to give her that ecstasy over and over. I kept fucking as she kept cumming, each one turning up my own heat, til I couldn't take it anymore. I came like a fountain in her, my cock pumping my semen into my mother, gawd that was a hot thought. Slick and noisy, I kept it up, she came two more times, until my dick was so sensitive, I had to stop.
As soon as I hit the door, I shouted to Jenna and Taylor, to let them know I was home, but the house was quiet. The door had been unlocked, her car and his in the driveway. Walking quietly through the hallways; no sounds, no Jenna, no Taylor. In the kitchen, I could hear something like voices, coming through the patio door, but it wasn't talking. Stepping quietly out the threshold and into the garden, I heard, "Oh God Taylor, I'm cumming!"
I backed up, unsure where they were, I wasn't ready to reveal myself to them yet. I ducked and listened carefully for the direction her moans had come from. Then, "Good Mom, cum. Cum some more for me."
It came from the direction of the big tree deep in the backyard. I'd be able to see them if I used the planter box walls for cover. I calculated they weren't paying too close of attention to anything as she was cumming. I crawled along the wall to the corner and peeked around it. There they were, naked, lying on a blanket. I was overcome with lust as I watched him fucking her into the ground, my cock stiffened immediately. Her utterances were almost continuous, peaking as she came again and yet again. How could he hold out that long? I would reach my own climax in short order and I was only observing, not participating, but then Taylor came too, I could tell by his short jerking strokes and his body was rigid, though he kept plowing her as she came once again and still one more time.
They lay together, him resting on her for a long while, while she stroked his hair and face. I couldn't see their faces, my angle of vision was about 45 degrees, from the side. My cock was still firm, even though I had relieved it twice during the day. I wanted to masturbate again, to have a release while I thought of them, or better, watched them. Conflicting thoughts kept rising though. This was very low, to be getting off voyeuristically while my wife fucked our son. Did I want them having what was essentially and affair, under my nose? Even though, as far as they were concerned it was behind my back.
I sat there on the grass, concealed by the planter, paralyzed to the point of inaction. Then I heard it. Movement, a giggle, a laugh then cooing. "Taylor, that was wonderful. I love you honey."
Even if they started again, I knew I better get up and leave. I was formulating a plan.
As we lay on the blanket, Taylor played with my tits. Sucking the nipples, biting them lightly, teasing them into hardening. It gave me goose pimples and I had to laugh. Even though I was enjoying myself with him, I had to wonder, what was I doing? I couldn't keep this up. The longer I allowed it to go on, the worse it would be when we would have to stop. I knew he loved me, but he was in danger of falling in love with me, if he hadn't already. It would hurt him terribly when we called it quits, because that was the direction we were headed no matter what. I pushed that out of my head and greedily indulged myself with him. His play rekindled the heat in both of us. His cock rose once more against my leg. I spread mine legs, beckoning him to mount me once more.
Mom had perfect tits. Though they weren't firm and pouty like the girls' boobs I'd sucked before, they were soft and sensuous. I loved how she laughed while I goofed around. I could play with them for hours, teasing, sucking, stroking and biting them. My dick was getting hard again. I would have to fuck her. As if she read my mind, she spread her legs and pulled me toward her again. As much as I liked the penetration I got with her on the bottom, I wanted her to sit on my tent pole. Wiggling on it and riding it like horse. The way she moved her hips, practically sucked the cum out of me. "No, I want you on top, Mom." I grabbed her as I rolled onto my back, pulling her up on me.
"AH! Hahahahaha! Ok, if that's what you want honey. I'll do the work this time."
With that statement, she lifted up, grasped my cock, adjusted it, and slid down hard. "Oh God, Mom, ahhhhh...." I couldn't help it. Her pussy was surprisingly tight and so slick with cum, I slipped right up in her. She even felt hot. Probably because my unit had dried off in the air. She began to move up and down. I laid there, letting her use me like a living dildo, letting her get off over and over as she rode and squirmed on me.
I could hear them. They had started up again. They had no fear, trusting I'd be gone the whole day. I'd have to leave now and come back at the regular time, unless I wanted to interrupt. I couldn't do that. It would be too painful for all of us. I could muster no anger against them. Why couldn't I? I had to ponder it, but first, I would jerk off in the safety of my bedroom so I could think without the pressure in my loins. Carefully I went back to my bedroom. The window as open so I could easily hear the grunting and squealing of their sex play. I allowed my mind to wander again to the backyard. I could see them in my mind, naked and full of lust. I imagined the tight sleeve of her cunt massaging my cock as she slid up and down on it. I wanted her, but was just as turned on thinking of her doing the same with our son's hard member. Rubbing my throbbing meat hard, sounds of Jenna and Taylor's mating drifting into the room, the tension in my balls increased.
"Ah, yes Mom. Harder. Faster. Yes, yes. Mom, oh God, you're so fucking hot."
"Taylor, ah, baby, I'm gonna cum again. Ahhhhhhh, ahhhhh..." then Jenna shrieked. "AHHHHHHHHhhh." I shot my load at the same moment. I was surprised to see thick ropes of semen shoot into the air, since I had ejaculated twice already. This time it landed on my bare legs, sine I remembered to take down my trousers. My attention was drawn back to them as Taylor declared his climax, oddly satisfying me. I knew I should leave quickly. They might come in the house now. I cleaned up and snuck out the front door.
It would be three for dinner tonight, Taylor, Mark and me. I fixed prepared the meal, lost in memories and sensations of the afternoon with Taylor. It would have to end, but I stubbornly chased away the guilt and dread. I spoiled myself, reliving every moment over and again, not just now, but all day long. A couple times, I was so overcome, I went back to my room to alleviate the aching in my pussy. My fingers dancing in the wetness, tickling the tender pink and scented flesh until I reached the pinnacle, tumbling into an abyss, swallowed up in ceaseless bliss.
I had to forcibly shake myself from my reverie so I could complete my task, which was finished when I set the table. Mark would be home soon. Knowing that when he walked through the door, I would be confronted, if only in my mind, with my duplicity. I grabbed a glass of wine, sitting down at the patio table. As if summoned by my thoughts, Mark was home.
"I'm out here dear. Change and I'll get you a drink. Meet me outside. We can sit for a while," I sung out.
"That sounds good. Be there in a jiffy," Mark sang back to me. He sounded in a good mood.
The drink fixed, I sat and waited. Mark came out with Taylor. I wasn't expecting that and neither was Taylor. He looked o.k. with it, but I could sense some apprehension in him, or was it guilt?
"There, I thought we could all enjoy a drink before dinner, since it's just the three of us," Mark was saying as he sat down.
"Sounds fine to me honey. Here's your drink," I handed him a cocktail. He looked relaxed and was smiling. They both sat down with me.
Jenna handed me the drink. "What a nice evening. Who could be troubled on when it's so beautiful and peaceful out here?"
"Troubled? Why would you say that honey?" I had Jenna's attention. Taylor didn't seem fazed.
"Yes dear. I am." I stopped to let that hang.
After a couple seconds, "Mark, what's the problem?" Jenna looked concerned. Taylor looked at me with unasked questions in his eyes.
"I know what's been going on with you two." I wasn't toying with them so much as giving them the chance to confess.
"Mark! What are you talking about?" Jenna made an immediate, almost too quick response. Taylor, much to my surprise, held my gaze.
"Jenna, I know."
"You know what Mark?" She wasn't going to give in easily. I could've said something directly to Taylor, but thought better of it. She was the true adult here.
"You and Taylor have been...having an...having sex with each other." There, I said it, letting it sink in for few minutes before I proceeded. "I know it. Please don't deny it."
"Well I will," Jenna was defiant. She stared at me, almost through me. Still, I didn't want to put Taylor on the spot. She needed to cop to this. That's what I wanted.
"You don't believe me?"
"No, I don't. I can't imagine why you would think such a thing. Where does that come from?" Her anger was rising. God she was gorgeous.
I came back at her. "I've seen it, watched you."
"I don't believe it." Again, she set her gaze on me.
I scoffed, "You think I'd make it up? The both of you, follow me." I had to meet this challenge head on, as much as I had hoped one of them would confess. Standing up, I didn't touch her, but invited her with a gesture to get up and follow me. Taylor wasn't moving, but Jenna stood up purposefully. Finally Taylor did too.
Leading them out to the garage, I opened the cabinet with the video equipment. Shock would be the best adjective to describe their faces. After I turned it on, I cued up the digital recording and let it roll. It showed Taylor carrying Jenna into the room, laying her on the bed and stripping her, then taking off his own clothes.
"STOP!" Jenna stood in front of the monitor. "Stop this now!" Her eyes were lit with fiery rage.
"Then we are agreed? You've been having sex with each other?" I couldn't help it, I was sharp with them.
Hours later, Jenna and Tyler quietly sat with me at the dinner table, all trying to choke down our food. I had to break the monotony of the silence. I surmised the ball was in my court anyway, it was up to me. "I've already gotten used to this. I know you two have yet to adjust to it. I'm not angry and I want us to stay together as a family. So you both need to get over your anger and embarrassment. It's out in the open and I want to keep it that way."
I let that sink in. Wiping my face with my napkin, I looked each of them in the eyes. "Whatever we do, we will do together, as a family."