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John had nearly caught his wife and son fucking in the kitchen. He had stood at the top of the stairs while they were caught up in their carnal act of i****t. Jamie had been on her hands and knees thrusting her ass back hard against Sam`s dick, rutting like a bitch in heat. He might have heard her begging for more of his son's massive tool. He might have seen his son smacking his wife`s fat ass, calling her a bitch and urging her to fuck harder. But he hadn't.
Now he sat next to the boy who was cuckolding him sharing Jamie's excellent Spanish eggs and bacon. There were piles of hot buttered toast. The glass pitcher brimmed with fresh squeezed orange juices. The fragrant aroma of cinnamon rolls wafted through the air.
John`s main concern was that Sam act more responsibly, more like a man. He thought his wife pampered the boy too much. He thought the boy would never be a man if Jamie kept pampering him. She needed to be firmer with the boy.
"What's so funny?" John asked.
"What dad?" Sam mumbled absently, his mouth stuffed with food.
"I asked what was so funny. You are sitting there with your mouth full grinning like an idiot."
"Oh I don't know, dad. Lots of things! I'm off to college in a few weeks. I was thinking of how much I was going to miss you and mom! I'll miss the good times we had."
Jamie's face reddened. She understood what the good times were.
Your wife, my mother, our woman! We share her, old man! How's that for being a man?, Sam thought.
***
Jamie busied herself preparing food for the annual family vacation. Each year the family spent several weekends at the lake. It was one of those family rituals that all families had. John had purchased a lot on this lake and was having a cabin built.
She also mentally prepared herself for three days of close contact with John and Sam. She smiled quietly as she reminisced about the closeness of her family. John was a good husband and provider. He tended to be a little officious but he meant well.
He was a great lover. True, he was only the second cock she had but it satisfied her. Aside from that first sweaty encounter in the backseat of a Chevy, Jamie's entire sexual experience was with John. An outsider might say that their sex was one dimensional, that it lacked variety and spice. But it is a truism of life that you can't miss what you never had!
This year was different. Sam would be leaving for college shortly after they got back. This may be the last time for these kinds of family vacations. She felt her panties dampen as she thought about the other thing that was different about this vacation. She was fucking her son!
She felt the conflict and moral ambiguity of that forbidden relationship. That first time on the airplane may be charged off to too much alcohol and mistaken identity. But there was no excuse for the other morning on the kitchen floor. Jamie knew that was wrong. She knew she should have been the strong one. She had no idea what was wrong with her. For the umpteenth she thought about menopause. But none of the literature said anything about it increasing your desire for i****t.
***
The early Friday morning start was lost when John`s office called about a lost shipment. He hurried to handle this potential disaster.
While he was gone, Sam and Jamie finished loading the food, alcohol and sundry other items they would need for their weekend trip. Throughout this process, Sam took every opportunity he could to feel up his mom.
He would slide past her in the tight confines of the cab over and let his cock rub across her ample ass. He seemed to find many opportunities to "accidentally" touch her breasts. Sam was like a k** in a candy store. His mother was the forbidden sweets and he couldn't stop lusting for her.
For her part Jamie felt a deep sense of guilt and personal responsibility. In her mind she had caused her son to behave this way. She believed that she had been weak and it was causing her son to act out, to see her as a sex object.
That same outside observer would have noted that despite 20 years of marriage, Jamie was sexually inexperienced and somewhat sexually repressed. Sam had released a sexual demon. That demon clawed at the veneer of repression that hid her volcanic libido. Jamie was a volcano ready to explode in an orgy of excess.
Late in the day, Jamie was on her hands and knees storing can goods into the lower cabinets. John was fussy about how things were packed away and she wanted to be sure he wasn't annoyed with her. His fastidiousness was a real pain sometime.
Jamie wore an old wifebeater tee shirt that was perhaps a size or two too small. The sweat shorts she wore were just a touch too tight. She had rationalized that she needed old clothes for the hot tedious task of preparing the RV for the road. If it was suggested to her that this type of dress might fan the flames of lust her 18 year old son felt for her, that she was in fact dressing to excite him, she would have indignantly denied it.
The effect of his mom's dress was not lost on Sam. In his mind she was a plus size version of a Hooter's waitress. The tee shirt, the tight shorts had him in a constant state of arousal. He was transfixed as he covertly watched his mom bend, stretch and kneel. Her braless tits bounced disturbingly. When she bent over to reach a lower cabinet, the already tight shorts, stretched and strained to contain their contents.
Finally he had come up behind her and tried to pull Jamie's shorts down. After a brief struggle, Sam had her shorts and panties around her knees. Embarrassed, Jamie felt her pussy lubricating as she struggled to get away. Despite herself she was enjoying this rough foreplay. And when Sam got his cock at the entrance to her dripping cunt, she did push back. But as the fat head of his enormous cock tried to force its way into her all too willing love hole, the angel of social propriety screamed its displeasure in her ear. Jamie fought to get her emotions under control.
"Goddammit Sam, stop it!"
Despite her head buzzing with her incredible state of arousal, despite the fact that she could feel juices running down her ample thighs, she managed her best "mom is pissed voice". Sam stopped, his overly large mushroom shaped dick head barely splitting his mom`s pussy. The little head said slam home. But the big head responded to 18 years of parental conditioning. He pulled out.
"Awwww mom! We have time. Dad won't be home for at least an hour!"
Jamie turned and sat on her butt. Her shorts and panties were around her ankles, her legs spread at the knees. She was aware that Sam's gaze was fixed on her swollen pussy lips and wet, matted pubic hair. Her own gaze was riveted on Sam's 9" inch cock as it pointed rigidly at the ceiling of the RV.
"Sam, I am NOT one of your little whores from school! I am your MOTHER!
Jamie was building to a righteous tirade. She was going to put an end to this i****t thing. But as she gathered herself to launch a barrage of maternal outrage, both she and Sam froze at the sound of a familiar voice.
"Jamie! Sam! Where are you guys?"
John was home. Sam was first to react, pulling his shorts up and forcing his tumescent love pole back in. It lay flat against his belly, trapped by the waistband. He hurriedly pulled his tee shirt over it to hide the 4" that rested against his belly. But still the bulge was unmistakable.
"Hello!! Anybody home?"
Jamie's legs were hogtied by the panties and shorts around her ankles. In her fevered panic, her eyes wide as saucers, she kept yanking ineffectually at her clothes. Seeing his mom was paralyzed with fear, Sam grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet. He knelt in her front of her, grabbed her shorts and panties and began to pull them up.
But Sam was 18. Hormones coursed through his veins like a raging river. His face was even with his mom`s dripping wet pussy. The pungent aroma of her arousal filled his nostrils. Impulsively Sam buried his face in his mom's bristly womanhood. He forced his tongue between her still swollen labia and licked hungrily.
For the first time in her 45 years, a male had his mouth on Jamie's sex. Conflicting thoughts raced uncontrolled through her mind. She worried that she was so sweaty and aroused. She wished she had showered. What was he doing with her clit? It felt incredible! John was coming, John was coming! This is so wrong! O my fucking god I'm coming!
Reflexively Jamie grabbed her son's head. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she desperately tried to push him away. Then she pressed his face hard into her erupting pussy. Sam pulled back, licking his lips at the fragrant juices that covered his face. He finished helping his mom pull her clothes up. He turned and stepped to the door. He saw his dad`s back as he started up the driveway.
Sam looked back. His mom had her back to him. Her head was bowed and she was using the counter to support.
"We are in here, dad!"
***
Sam was two hours into the four hour drive to the lake. Behind him his parents were well on their way to getting drunk. Dad`s excuse was the stress generated by the screw up at work.
Jamie was fighting lust. She was acutely aware of her son not four feet away. Her pussy was still tingling. As she maintained her end of the inane drunken conversation, in her mind she replayed the moment Sam had taken her clit in his mouth and sucked it. Even now her knees got weak. She recalled feeling of his tongue as it penetrated her labia. It was like a French kiss, so intimate, so exciting. Her pussy flooded her panties. The wet stickiness only increased her arousal. The sex demon had clawed the last vestige of repression from Jamie's libido. There was a heat in her thighs like she had never felt. She crossed and recrossed her legs. Feeling, yes almost hearing, her flooded pussy react.
Jamie didn't know it, but she had crossed a threshold. She liked getting her pussy licked. She wanted more!
She continued to match her husband drink for drink.
Lord, she thought, I can still smell my arousal. My panties are still soaked. I`m in heat for my teenage son! What kind of bitch am I??
***
Sam guided the RV off the expressway. Behind him he could hear the snoring of his mom and dad. As usual, when they had free time, they had drank and then fucked. Sam had listened intently to the sounds of their lovemaking. His dad wasn't much on foreplay. Sam knew that from the many nights he had listened at the common wall between their bedrooms.
There was little traffic as the RV moved smoothly through the small town.
As best as he could figure, dad was a missionary guy. He sucked mom's tits, fingered her pussy and then climbed into the saddle. But the old guy had stamina. They went 25-30 minutes before dad popped. And mom was a screamer!
About 2 miles outside town he saw the sign for the right turn onto the road leading to the lake. The road changed from asphalt to gravel as it wound through the trees toward the lake.
Sam also suspected that his dad was old school and didn't eat pussy. Sam smiled. He was licking pussy before he actually fucked. In his circle of friends, the girls gave hand and blow jobs. The guys got to feel up, suck their tits and lick their pussy. Oh they did their share of fucking but that came later.
Sam turned left at their road. The trees closed in on either side. Presently he saw the black emptiness of the lake. It was circled by a necklace of diamond like lights that marked the other properties. The headlights of the RV caught the skeletal hulk of the unfinished cabin.
Sam pulled past it and parked so that the door of RV faced the lake with the other side facing the uncompleted cabin. The blackness of night closed in when he turned off the headlights. Sam flipped on an interior light. In the dim light he could see the outline of his parents in the queen sized bed in the rear. He rummaged through a drawer and found a flashlight.
Sam stretched and stepped toward the door. He grabbed a lawn chair and a beer from the fridge. He flipped off the interior light and turned on the flashlight. The yellow cone of light pierced the darkness. It provided a corridor of light through the all-encompassing darkness. He took two steps down into starless blackness of the night.
Jamie woke in the stifling heat of the RV. She was naked, covered only in a thin sheen of perspiration. Next to her John snored loudly. The tight confines of the back of the RV held the scent of their lovemaking. She rose and walked naked to the front of the RV. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind the angel of social propriety warned her to cover her nakedness. Her son was somewhere near. The devil of i****t and lust said fuck it.
Jamie turned on an interior light. Sam must be outside. She sighed and went to the closet. She found a robe. It was an old thing that she had for several years. The weight she gained made it ride higher on her body. It hit her mid-thigh. The buttons strained to contain her 38D's.
The air was sultry. The high humidity and suffocating heat promised a summer storm soon. The katydids repetitive song filled the air. As Sam was taking a swig of the ice cold beer, he heard the RV door open behind him. He glanced back and saw his mom clad in her old robe.
"Out here, mom!"
He turned on the flashlight to light her way. Jamie held a beer in one hand and with other switched off the interior light.
He could see her carrying a chair and the beer in the yellow cone of light from the flashlight. Sam went over, grabbed his mom`s chair and set it up next to his. After they both settle in the chairs, Sam turned off the flashlight. The darkness settled in like black velvet blanket. Though they were only a few feet apart, they could barely make out the shape of each other.
"My god, the heat is unbelievable!" Jamie said thickly. She was still feeling the effects of the alcohol she and her husband had drunk.
"Yes, I think we are going to get thunderstorm in the next few days."
In the thick still summer air, Sam was acutely aware of the sexual musk his mom exuded. He felt his dick harden as he inhaled this heady aroma.
Jamie knew she needed a shower. She thought that she must smell like a goat. She was hot and sweaty. She was leaking her husband's come. Her pussy was still damp and swollen. Her arousal had begun some 5 hours ago with Sam. That was followed by a very satisfying fuck in the RV. Wickedly, she wondered if Sam had heard her screams of passion. Inwardly she hoped he had. She was instantly ashamed of herself.
"Want another beer, mom?"
"Yes baby, thank you."
Jamie undid the buttons on her robe. She pulled it back and exposed herself to the sultry night air. In the distance she heard the thrum of a motorboat on the lake. Her hand drifted to her overheated sex. A thrill shot through her body as she touched her clit. She dipped a finger in her heated cauldron. It came out coated in her juices and John's cum.
Tentatively she moved her finger to her mouth. It was an odd taste but not that unpleasant. She added a finger and scooped out more. She sucked hungrily. A faint memory of the taste came to her. That first time in the Chevy! Her head had been forced down on her date's cock. She recalled the heady sweetness of his pre cum, the musk of his arousal.
John hated oral sex. They had never done it. She had convinced herself that she didn't need it.
When Sam came back with the unopened beers, he walked up behind his mom and playfully put the cold can on her neck. She shrieked and jumped up. Playfully she tried to grab him. He scooted away toward the lake. She cut him off. She grabbed him around the waist. They fell in heap in the grass, both giggling loudly.
Sam could feel Jamie's nakedness under him. He ran his hands over her body. He recalled a name from art class, Rubenesque. It was used to describe the women painted by Rubens. They were all full figured women. His mom was Rubenesque.
In the dark their lips met. Sam pressed his tongue hotly against his mom`s trembling lips. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Jamie allowed his tongue to enter her mouth. Sam probed deep, pushing Jamie's tongue into the recesses of her mouth. She responded by dueling with his tongue for entrance into the sanctuary of his mouth.
Sam's hand found the plump nipple of his mother's breast. He squeezed it roughly and pulled it, eliciting throaty moans from Jamie. In turn her hand slid between their sweat soaked bodies and found his rigid tool. She pumped it vigorously, marveling that her fingers could not circle its circumference. Sam groaned loudly from his mom`s stroking.
Sam slid slowly down her body, pausing to nip lightly on each nipple, eliciting a near scream from Jamie as she writhed under him. He drew his tongue down her belly causing Jamie to start thrusting her hips violently up and down. When his tongue flicked her navel she screamed into the midnight black darkness of the summer night as her orgasm overtook her.
Jamie felt her orgasm burst wetly from her. She soaked Sam's tee shirt with the volume and force of her release. Still Sam moved downward. His tongue traced the hard outline of her hood, licked lightly at her love button.
Jamie's orgasm was almost continuous now. She growled and snarled like an a****l of the night. In self-defense Sam wrapped his arms around his mother's thrusting hips. His face was buried in the pungent crevice of her volcano like pussy. It constantly spewed the molten lava of her erupting sex.
Sam thrust two fingers into the scalding heat of her pussy. If he could have seen her eyes, he would have known that pupils had rolled back in her head. She was a woman possessed. At 45 she was experiencing sex as she never had before.
Sam turned slowly. He pulled his mom slightly to her side. He helped her raise one leg and then buried his face in the love arch formed. He was drunk with the musty sweetness of her pussy. He lapped greedily at her pussy. What was that taste? Oh yes, he thought! His dad he come in her! He greedily licked the heavy cream, his head almost exploding at the incredible sensation.
Jamie was having an out of body experience. Despite the complete darkness she thought she could see her son between her legs. Something hit her in the face. She reached and touched Sam's man meat. She licked and it and tasted his sweatiness. She heard the blood roaring in her ears as she kissed the mushroom. With an effort she managed to get her mouth around it. Her jaw ached but she had it in her mouth. Jamie rose to one elbow and used her free hand to stroke her son's manhood.
Sam had his mom's clit in his mouth. His thumb was in her pussy and his finger penetrated her ass. Jamie bucked hard against Sam's mouth. She was riding waves of orgasms, building to a crest and dropping to a trough only to rise again.
Sam knew he was going to come. He felt that itch in his scrotum that moved into his balls. He pumped his cock hard into his mom's mouth. Jamie's saliva was drooling out the corners of her mouth. Almost impossibly she felt Sam's cock growing in her mouth. As she bucked against his mouth, he exploded in hers. The force of his ejaculation forced her head back. She caught a fire house sized stream of Sam's man juice in her mouth. It gagged her and she began to cough. This caused the rest of his steaming man juice to assault her eyes, drenched her hair and inundated her breasts.
Jamie rolled on her back. Sensations coursed through her body like jolts of electricity. Her heart beat like a trip hammer. She couldn't get her breath. She felt like she was dying. Never, never in her life had she experienced sex like this. And it was with her son!!
And, just when she thought she would pass out, when her weary body wanted to rest, she felt the weight of her son's body press down on her. The bulbous head of Sam's enormous cock slide between her labia. She realized that the moaning she was hearing was her as her birth canal expanded to its limits to accommodate her son.
Sam began a slow steady stroke, getting half of his cock in her. They both could hear the wet squishy sound of their lovemaking. Incredibly, Jamie's grew, her wetness increased and Sam's cock went deeper. In a red haze of passion, she wondered how much deeper he could go, how much she could take.
Who was that screaming, Jamie thought? It sounded like some wild a****l. She realized it as her screaming. She laughed to herself. You sound like some cock crazed slut!
She groaned loudly as Sam's cock hit her cervix. Still he pounded and she screamed. Jamie was orgasming so hard and so much that the grass under them was slick with her juices. Still she wanted more.
Sam braced himself on his knees and arms as Jamie wrapped her legs around his back and her arms around his neck. She repeatedly lifted herself off the grass, thrusting herself up against his dick. She needed more! She wanted it deeper!
Sam felt his seed filling his balls. He felt the indescribable sensation of his seed coursing up his dick and exploding into his mom's pussy. Jamie fell back on the grass. Her arms were spread out like she was on a cross. Her legs were gapped and trembling as she felt her son thrust 3, 4, and 5, 6 times as his seed filled her pussy and penetrated her cervix.
Sam collapsed on top of Jamie, exhausted, but surprisingly still hard. They were both drenched in sweat and bodily fluids. They were both breathing heavily. Sam rolled off his mom and onto his back. Their fingers entwined.
"Baby, that was incredible!"
"Thank you, mom"
"And your father has never, never kissed me down there! My toes actually curled!"
Mother and son lay partially clothed, recovering in the afterglow of their tryst. Jamie`s robe was a wet mess. She felt a slight tingle as her sweat rolled over her nipples were Sam had nibbled tits She was exhausted but sated like never before. Sam's dick was still hard, bouncing lightly.
"What the hell is all that noise out there?"
There was no rush to get up. They both realized that their relationship had entered a new phase. John was not to be feared. Discovery would still be catastrophic but was perhaps inevitable. Besides ,the incredible darkness of the moonless night prevented him from seeing them.
"Hi honey! Sam and I were goofing around. Sorry we woke you up."
John stood in the doorway and peered into the pitch black darkness. He could not make out the forms of his wife son lying side by side.
"John, grab some beers and a chair and join us."
Sam and Jamie straightened their clothes and went back to their chairs and sat down facing the lake. Jamie's hands went to her son's hard cock and lightly stroked it. Sam's hand went to his mom's pussy. He stroked it lightly through her panties.
John brought out the beers and his chair. He plopped down, took a deep swig of his beer. His hand found his wife's thigh. He slowly stroked Jamie's full thigh while Sam's hand was stroking his mom's pussy. Jamie covered Sam's hand and pressed it into her pussy.
When John tried to move his hand up Jamie's thigh to her pussy, she stopped him.
"Stop, John, I'm tired!"
John smiled in the darkness, thinking about the sex they had while Sam was driving.
"That was quite a workout, wasn't it?"
Jamie felt her son's finger enter her. She covered his hand with hers and pushed his finger deeper in her. With her other she continued stroking Sam's cock.
"Yes, John, it was quite a workout!"
Jamie lay quietly in bed. Her husband Henry snored loudly next to her. With the affection borne of 20 years of marriage, she reached over and lightly stroked his arm. Theirs was a good marriage. Early on they had struggled, working hard to build their import/export business and to get to know each other.
The business was doing very well. Their marriage was sound. Their sex life was adequate.
They had sex at least once per week. She smiled as she added a mental caveat: more if they were drinking. Last month on the family trip to the lake they fucked two of the four days they were there. They even had sex while Sam, their son, was driving them to the lake in their RV.
Jamie realized that her pussy moistened as she thought about Sam. A wave of lust tinged with guilt washed over her as she thought about Sam. They had fucked twice also on that same trip. She realized that she was stroking Henry's arm while her other hand rubbed her pussy through her gown.
Jamie's grin broaden as she thought of her 48 year old pussy taking two cocks and four loads of come in four days. She pulled her gown up to allow her fingers access to her now dripping pussy.
She had always loved the squishy feeling of a come filled pussy. She used to go to the office with Henry with her pussy full of his seed. Her breath grew ragged as she fingered her pussy. Those were the days!!
Jamie let her thumb roll over her clit. Her body bucked with the intense pleasure that caused. Now she had a new memory to cherish. It had happened the second day at the lake.
Sam had pitched a tent in the skeletal framework of the unfinished lake cabin. The joke was he would be the first family member to sleep in the cabin.
Jamie and Henry had shared some hard cider he picked up in town. They had shared the cider along with the idle chat that long married couples have. They had discussed the plans for finishing the cabin, the sound financial condition of the family business, gossip about their friends and, ultimately, Sam leaving for college next week.
Jamie recalled the intense feeling of lost she had felt. Her baby was leaving the nest. He would be living away from home for the first time ever. She felt the odd mixture of dread and happiness of a mother watching her baby take that first tentative step.
She had also felt the longing that one feels when you lose a lover. The emptiness seemed to fill not only her heart but her soul. Her stomach turned reacting to her feeling of lost. Fucking her son was wrong. It was immoral and i*****l. It was also the most intense mental and physical connection she had every felt for any human being.
This issue of her womb, that miracle of life created in her and brought forth squalling into the world, had created an indelible maternal bond. Their i****tuous coupling added an indescribable dimension to that maternal bond.
Ultimately, she and Henry were drunk. They had retired to the bedroom in the rear of the RV. They had never been much on foreplay. They undressed hurriedly. They lay facing in each other in bed kissing. Jamie had felt her wetness grow as Henry dutifully fingered her eager pussy. Henry's cock had grown to its semi rigid fullness from her much practiced stroking.
From the forbidden recesses of her mind she had flashed back to her and Sam lying head to toe, his mouth and tongue pleasuring every crevice of her gushing pussy. She had groaned loudly as her husband cock entered her wet pussy and she had recalled her son's cock throbbing hotly in her mouth.
She had wrapped her legs around her husband's back and thrust up hard to meet Henry's urgent pounding. As they embraced and kissed while coupling with the familiarity of a long married couple, her pussy gushed with wetness recalling Sam forcing her orgasm with his mouth while he pumped his seed into his mom's mouth.
As Henry's thrusting had grown more urgent, bringing them both to their mutual orgasm, she had screamed in passion remembering that day on the kitchen floor. She had been on her knees being fucked doggie style, terrified that Henry would catch them, but more aroused then she had ever been as her son, her much loved only c***d, the focus of her adult life, had smacked her ass, urging her on.
When Henry had collapsed on top of her, spent and exhausted, she lovingly rubbed his back. She could feel that deliciously wicked feeling she always had when her pussy was full of sperm. They had kissed and he rolled off her. Shortly she heard his even breathing followed by his loud snoring.
Jamie had stood and walked naked the short distance to the RV bathroom to clean up. She had paused with her hand on the knob. Without further hesitation, she had covered the short distance to door. She opened it. As she padded nude across the grassy expanse to the unfinished cabin, she had felt the heat rising in her pussy as Henry's seed leaked from her pussy and ran down her thigh.
It had been easy to find Sam's lighted tent. She unzipped the opening and crawled in.
Sam had greeted her warmly. He too was naked. His 18 year old dick was rigid and erect. They had kissed with the urgency only clandestine lovers can know. She had wantonly stroked his cock. He murmured thanks as his fingers entered her come filled pussy.
For the second time in less than thirty minutes, her pussy had been penetrated by an eager man meat. For the second time that night she had wrapped her fat thighs around a lover and accepted his seed into her birth canal. Jamie again felt the salacious wickedness of a come filled pussy.
But for the first time that night, she had laid head to toe with her lover affectionately licking each other clean. And, again for the first time that night, their mutual cleaning led to an earth shaking orgasm. She had drenched Sam with her juices while she choked trying to swallow every spurt of his copious ejaculation.
They had lain next to each other in the humid tent. They stroked each other as they whispered the sweet nothings all lovers whisper after sex, even when those lovers were mother and son.
Jamie rose and walked across the carpeted floor to the shower. She stripped off her cotton gown. The steaming hot water felt good on her skin. She used her nylon scrongy to work up a good lather. Jamie thought about the coming day as she scrubbed each of her large breasts. She knew the next few days would be hectic.
They had an eight hour drive to State College to drop Sam off. For the umpty umpth time she felt the mixture of anxiety and lost at the thought. She placed one leg on the teak stool as she scrubbed her thighs and pussy.
As she washed her hair, she idly planned the last family breakfast for a while. She knew it needed to be hearty for her men. She smiled to herself..."her men"! She did have two men in her life. She loved them both mightily and differently.
She let the hot water rinse the remaining shampoo from her hair and body. She stepped from the shower and grabbed a big fluffy towel. Vigorously she dried her hair and body. She lingered briefly on her clit. The soft roughness was almost like Sam's tongue. She mentally shook herself. Behave, she thought laughing!
Jamie reached for her worn Terry cloth robe. She hesitated. Then she rummaged through her closet. She found the pink satin robe she was looking for. It was part of a role play outfit Henry had given her many Valentine's Days ago. It included an impossibly tiny thong and a shelf bra.
She found the thong and slipped into it. The tiny triangle of cloth disappeared into her labia. Well, she thought I HAVE gained a few pounds! She slipped out of it, realizing the thong and bra were now too small. The robe fit her snugly. Where once it had dropped to just above her knees, it now hit her mid-thigh.
She pirouetted in front of the full length mirror. In back the robe covered her ample ass and dropped a few inches below it. The front tied covered her 38D...barely! She giggled as she moved down the hall. Her guys would be bug eyed taking her in. She paused briefly at Sam's bedroom door. She sighed. She moved pass his room and on down to the kitchen.
Jamie didn't think of this way but she was like an addict taking a cure. She needed to go cold turkey from the addiction of her son's cock or she would never kick the monkey off her back.
Upstairs the men in Jamie's life were awakening
Henry rolled over, wiped the sleep from his eyes and grabbed his Blackberry. A quick perusal of text, email and the other forms of electronic business management showed him that Worldwide Export/import had survived the night. He fired off a text to his General Manager reminding him that he, Henry, would be travelling with his family taking his son to college. He then headed for the shower.
Sam was in the dream state that lies between sleep and being awake. His hand firmly gripped his morning wood as the woman's face sucking his cock in this dream state slowly resolved into his mother's. A smile spread across his face as he climbed to full wakefulness. Two thoughts fought for prominence: he was leaving for college today. The other was how much he was going to miss his parents, especially his mom.
The aroma of frying bacon invaded his nostrils. Suddenly he was ravenous. He slipped on some jean shorts and walked hurriedly downstairs.
His mouth dropped open at what he saw in kitchen. His mom had her back to the stairs. A pink satin robe barely covered her amazing ass. Aware that his father would soon be down, he crept up behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. As he hugged her, he gently squeezed her tits.
Jamie jumped as she felt herself being enveloped in a pair of strong tanned arms. She had no doubt who it was. She felt Sam's big cock grind into her all too willing ass as he kissed her neck and massaged her breasts.
"Mmmmmmm that feels good, baby!"
"Good morning, mom." Sam breathed into his mom's ear.
"Stop it, Honey! Your dad will be down shortly."
Reluctantly, Sam released his mother and sat down at the kitchen table. His gaze wandered hungrily over her barely clad body.
"Good god, Jamie! You are dam near naked!" Henry intoned angrily from the bottom of the stairs.
"Henry, shut up and sit down!" Jamie barked back. "All the vital parts are covered!"
"Sweet jezuz, darling, at least wait until Sam is gone!"
Like a spectator at a tennis match, Sam's head moved back and forth following the exchange.
Henry sat at the kitchen table facing Sam, his back to Jamie at the stove. She walked up behind him and kissed his bald head.
"Stop fussing and eat your breakfast. We have a long drive today."
***
As roomy as the cab over RV was, Sam's clothes, stereo, 50" flat screen TV and sundry other items filled the interior. They had elected to use the rear and over cab beds as storage. That left just the near queen size convertible kitchen bench seat/bed for sleeping. Sam and Henry would share the driving; Jamie was uncomfortable driving this truck like vehicle.
She sat on the bench seat watching the backs of her two men as they discussed road conditions. Was it only three months since that plane ride that had opened her eyes to new vistas of sexuality? Three months since Sam had taken her on that life changing airplane flight? She hardly recognized the person she had become.
For three months she had two cocks servicing her. With each mile that passed she was coming closer to being a one cock woman. She giggled at her characterization of herself. There would always be the holidays and the summers.
Her reverie was broken by Henry coming to the rear of the cabin. He plopped down wearily across from her.
"Babe, we are not going to make State College today. This rain has slowed us to a crawl."
Almost since leaving their driveway they had been crawling through a downpour. They were barely making 20 mph.
"The GPS says there is a rest area about a mile down the road. We are going to pull in and wait for the storm to pass."
***
Jamie lay wide awake next to her husband. The constant drumming of the late summer rain on the metal roof of their RV combined with the frequent lightning and thunder were keeping her awake. The tight sleeping conditions didn't help. The convertible kitchen bed was barely queen size. She and Henry were crammed into its tight confines.
She glanced at the curtain that separated the driving cab from the rear. Sam had grabbed a sleeping bag and sacked out between the captain's chairs. Henry had been unusually tired. She sighed. They were both overweight. Henry's doctor had warned him to lose weight and reduce the stress in his life.
Jamie sat up on the side of the bed. She was restless, concerned about her and Henry's health, and incredibly horny! Again she glanced at the curtain. Sam was just the other side of that flimsy divide. She had watched him strip to just his boxers. She knew he had a partial hard on. He always did!
u*********sly she licked her lips. She and her husband had never been much on oral sex. It just hadn't been their thing. The era they came from was more conservative sexually. Hell, she thought, doggy style had been considered kinky!
But Sam had opened the world of oral sex to her. She smiled to herself. Her 18 year old son had expanded her sexual universe.
Jamie was wet with arousal as she recalled 69ing with her son. Her heart rate increased and a light sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead. She shivered as the thought of the sheer intimacy of that act. Your lover's cock pulsing in your mouth while his tongue invaded your nether regions, the oral sharing of those intimate bodily fluids could not be more erotic. That was followed by the swelling as you felt his seed engorge his penis, then to have him fill your mouth and belly with his sperm was just incredible.
She was addicted to oral sex now. She craved it. She would wake at night with her mouth making a suckling motion. A few weeks back she had woke Henry up sucking his cock. He had been irritated and it seemed to Jamie, a little disgusted.
Her pussy ached with need. Her ears roared with sound of blood rushing through her veins. Hungrily she stared at the curtain. He was just a few feet away. If they were very quiet.....!
Jamie mentally shook herself. Stop it, she thought angrily, stop it! You are getting yourself wrought up for nothing. You cannot suck Sam's cock with Henry sleeping less than six feet away! That would be crazy!
Jamie stood and moved stealthily toward the curtain. As she began to ease it to the side, lightning crackled loudly through the night sky, illuminating the interior. It was followed by a tremendous clap of thunder.
Henry bolted upright, shocked awake by the intensity of the lightning and thunder. In the illumination he saw Jamie step through the curtain into the cab. What the hell is she doing, he thought, the boy needs his rest. She needed to let go! Groggily he reflected that being away from his mother would be good for the boy, help him to mature, become a man!
He was dozing back off when he thought he heard a groan. Henry sat up on one elbow and tried to peer through the darkness. Lightning flashed followed by the roll of thunder. Henry saw the clear outline of Jamie kneeling over their son. What the hell was she doing?
In the darkness, he heard another distinct groan. What was that other sound? Slurping? Henry sat up on the side of the bed. The next lightning flash showed....what? Was she lying on top of Sam?
Henry didn't know why but he rose and moved quietly the few steps to the front of the RV. He stood motionless just outside the curtain. He hesitated. A cold fear gripped his heart. Gently he opened a small slit in the curtain.
Jamie made sure the curtain was pulled behind her. She knelt over the sleeping figure of her son. She could see his cock poking invitingly through the opening in his boxers. She leaned down and lovingly kissed the head of his dick. Henry groaned.
In the next flash of lightning Sam saw his mom licking his cock. He reached up and squeezed her hanging tit. Jamie stifled a moan. She turned, pulled her gown up; offering her pussy to her son as she lustfully inhaled his youthful love pole. sleepily Sam buried his face in the arch created by Jamie's raised leg.
Henry was paralyzed. His mind was having trouble processing what he was seeing. Like a trip hammer, his heart pounded in his chest.
Jamie moaned softly as Sam's tongue explored her pussy. Her anus twitched reflexively as she felt his finger press against her anal ring. Sam moaned as his mom's head bobbed eagerly up and down on his dick.
The lightning flashed and Henry saw his son's finger in his wife's ass. He saw her head bobbing on Sam's dick. Henry took a step back, releasing the hold on the curtain. His eyes were wide. He was having trouble getting his breath. The thought struggled into his mind: his wife and his son were having sex!
Rage boiled up in his chest. His wife and his son were......! Henry was an intelligent man. But the word was hard to wrap his head around. Their moaning was louder now. He leaned over and opened another small slit. Jamie was on top of Sam. Her ass was flexing and relaxing as Sam licked her pussy and fingered her ass.
Henry was prepared to burst in on this i****tuous tryst. He wanted to confront his treacherous son and cheating wife. He would demand an explanation of this betrayal!
And then what, he thought? Throw them out of the RV? Drive home and file for divorce? He had grounds. How would that look in the newspapers? He visualized the headlines: Local Exec catches wife and son in i****tuous tryst! The other media outlines would be no less salacious. He envisioned media trucks parked outside his office and home, microphones shoved in his face. His business would suffer!
Jamie and Sam's moans grew louder.
The rage turned to humiliation. Maybe he could get them to agree to stop. But what if they refused?
He wasn't enough man for Jamie and she had turned to Sam? But they had a good sex life. At least he thought they did. Was it his fault? Sam and Jamie moaned loudly. As lightning crackled in the predawn gloom, Henry saw liquid squirt from his wife's pussy. He heard Sam groan in ecstasy as it hit him in the face. She had never done that for him!! He thought it was a myth.
Thunder shook the RV. He watched as they lay head to toe. Aside from a display of righteous indignation, his options were few.
Jamie got to her knees. Henry realized that they were finished. His gait was unsteady as he hurried back to the bed. He hastily slipped under the covers and turned his face to the wall. He heard Jamie walk softly back to the bed. She crawled in and snuggled up to him. She reeked of sweat and sex. He thought he could smell Sam's sperm on her breath! Henry pretended to be sleep. Soon her breathing became regular.
Jezuz H Fucking Christ!! His son and his wife were engaged in an i****tuous relationship!! What should he do? What should he say to them?
The storm within him and outside raged all night. At dawn the thunderstorm was over and Henry knew what he had to do!
Now he sat next to the boy who was cuckolding him sharing Jamie's excellent Spanish eggs and bacon. There were piles of hot buttered toast. The glass pitcher brimmed with fresh squeezed orange juices. The fragrant aroma of cinnamon rolls wafted through the air.
John`s main concern was that Sam act more responsibly, more like a man. He thought his wife pampered the boy too much. He thought the boy would never be a man if Jamie kept pampering him. She needed to be firmer with the boy.
"What's so funny?" John asked.
"What dad?" Sam mumbled absently, his mouth stuffed with food.
"I asked what was so funny. You are sitting there with your mouth full grinning like an idiot."
"Oh I don't know, dad. Lots of things! I'm off to college in a few weeks. I was thinking of how much I was going to miss you and mom! I'll miss the good times we had."
Jamie's face reddened. She understood what the good times were.
Your wife, my mother, our woman! We share her, old man! How's that for being a man?, Sam thought.
***
Jamie busied herself preparing food for the annual family vacation. Each year the family spent several weekends at the lake. It was one of those family rituals that all families had. John had purchased a lot on this lake and was having a cabin built.
She also mentally prepared herself for three days of close contact with John and Sam. She smiled quietly as she reminisced about the closeness of her family. John was a good husband and provider. He tended to be a little officious but he meant well.
He was a great lover. True, he was only the second cock she had but it satisfied her. Aside from that first sweaty encounter in the backseat of a Chevy, Jamie's entire sexual experience was with John. An outsider might say that their sex was one dimensional, that it lacked variety and spice. But it is a truism of life that you can't miss what you never had!
This year was different. Sam would be leaving for college shortly after they got back. This may be the last time for these kinds of family vacations. She felt her panties dampen as she thought about the other thing that was different about this vacation. She was fucking her son!
She felt the conflict and moral ambiguity of that forbidden relationship. That first time on the airplane may be charged off to too much alcohol and mistaken identity. But there was no excuse for the other morning on the kitchen floor. Jamie knew that was wrong. She knew she should have been the strong one. She had no idea what was wrong with her. For the umpteenth she thought about menopause. But none of the literature said anything about it increasing your desire for i****t.
***
The early Friday morning start was lost when John`s office called about a lost shipment. He hurried to handle this potential disaster.
While he was gone, Sam and Jamie finished loading the food, alcohol and sundry other items they would need for their weekend trip. Throughout this process, Sam took every opportunity he could to feel up his mom.
He would slide past her in the tight confines of the cab over and let his cock rub across her ample ass. He seemed to find many opportunities to "accidentally" touch her breasts. Sam was like a k** in a candy store. His mother was the forbidden sweets and he couldn't stop lusting for her.
For her part Jamie felt a deep sense of guilt and personal responsibility. In her mind she had caused her son to behave this way. She believed that she had been weak and it was causing her son to act out, to see her as a sex object.
That same outside observer would have noted that despite 20 years of marriage, Jamie was sexually inexperienced and somewhat sexually repressed. Sam had released a sexual demon. That demon clawed at the veneer of repression that hid her volcanic libido. Jamie was a volcano ready to explode in an orgy of excess.
Late in the day, Jamie was on her hands and knees storing can goods into the lower cabinets. John was fussy about how things were packed away and she wanted to be sure he wasn't annoyed with her. His fastidiousness was a real pain sometime.
Jamie wore an old wifebeater tee shirt that was perhaps a size or two too small. The sweat shorts she wore were just a touch too tight. She had rationalized that she needed old clothes for the hot tedious task of preparing the RV for the road. If it was suggested to her that this type of dress might fan the flames of lust her 18 year old son felt for her, that she was in fact dressing to excite him, she would have indignantly denied it.
The effect of his mom's dress was not lost on Sam. In his mind she was a plus size version of a Hooter's waitress. The tee shirt, the tight shorts had him in a constant state of arousal. He was transfixed as he covertly watched his mom bend, stretch and kneel. Her braless tits bounced disturbingly. When she bent over to reach a lower cabinet, the already tight shorts, stretched and strained to contain their contents.
Finally he had come up behind her and tried to pull Jamie's shorts down. After a brief struggle, Sam had her shorts and panties around her knees. Embarrassed, Jamie felt her pussy lubricating as she struggled to get away. Despite herself she was enjoying this rough foreplay. And when Sam got his cock at the entrance to her dripping cunt, she did push back. But as the fat head of his enormous cock tried to force its way into her all too willing love hole, the angel of social propriety screamed its displeasure in her ear. Jamie fought to get her emotions under control.
"Goddammit Sam, stop it!"
Despite her head buzzing with her incredible state of arousal, despite the fact that she could feel juices running down her ample thighs, she managed her best "mom is pissed voice". Sam stopped, his overly large mushroom shaped dick head barely splitting his mom`s pussy. The little head said slam home. But the big head responded to 18 years of parental conditioning. He pulled out.
"Awwww mom! We have time. Dad won't be home for at least an hour!"
Jamie turned and sat on her butt. Her shorts and panties were around her ankles, her legs spread at the knees. She was aware that Sam's gaze was fixed on her swollen pussy lips and wet, matted pubic hair. Her own gaze was riveted on Sam's 9" inch cock as it pointed rigidly at the ceiling of the RV.
"Sam, I am NOT one of your little whores from school! I am your MOTHER!
Jamie was building to a righteous tirade. She was going to put an end to this i****t thing. But as she gathered herself to launch a barrage of maternal outrage, both she and Sam froze at the sound of a familiar voice.
"Jamie! Sam! Where are you guys?"
John was home. Sam was first to react, pulling his shorts up and forcing his tumescent love pole back in. It lay flat against his belly, trapped by the waistband. He hurriedly pulled his tee shirt over it to hide the 4" that rested against his belly. But still the bulge was unmistakable.
"Hello!! Anybody home?"
Jamie's legs were hogtied by the panties and shorts around her ankles. In her fevered panic, her eyes wide as saucers, she kept yanking ineffectually at her clothes. Seeing his mom was paralyzed with fear, Sam grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet. He knelt in her front of her, grabbed her shorts and panties and began to pull them up.
But Sam was 18. Hormones coursed through his veins like a raging river. His face was even with his mom`s dripping wet pussy. The pungent aroma of her arousal filled his nostrils. Impulsively Sam buried his face in his mom's bristly womanhood. He forced his tongue between her still swollen labia and licked hungrily.
For the first time in her 45 years, a male had his mouth on Jamie's sex. Conflicting thoughts raced uncontrolled through her mind. She worried that she was so sweaty and aroused. She wished she had showered. What was he doing with her clit? It felt incredible! John was coming, John was coming! This is so wrong! O my fucking god I'm coming!
Reflexively Jamie grabbed her son's head. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she desperately tried to push him away. Then she pressed his face hard into her erupting pussy. Sam pulled back, licking his lips at the fragrant juices that covered his face. He finished helping his mom pull her clothes up. He turned and stepped to the door. He saw his dad`s back as he started up the driveway.
Sam looked back. His mom had her back to him. Her head was bowed and she was using the counter to support.
"We are in here, dad!"
***
Sam was two hours into the four hour drive to the lake. Behind him his parents were well on their way to getting drunk. Dad`s excuse was the stress generated by the screw up at work.
Jamie was fighting lust. She was acutely aware of her son not four feet away. Her pussy was still tingling. As she maintained her end of the inane drunken conversation, in her mind she replayed the moment Sam had taken her clit in his mouth and sucked it. Even now her knees got weak. She recalled feeling of his tongue as it penetrated her labia. It was like a French kiss, so intimate, so exciting. Her pussy flooded her panties. The wet stickiness only increased her arousal. The sex demon had clawed the last vestige of repression from Jamie's libido. There was a heat in her thighs like she had never felt. She crossed and recrossed her legs. Feeling, yes almost hearing, her flooded pussy react.
Jamie didn't know it, but she had crossed a threshold. She liked getting her pussy licked. She wanted more!
She continued to match her husband drink for drink.
Lord, she thought, I can still smell my arousal. My panties are still soaked. I`m in heat for my teenage son! What kind of bitch am I??
***
Sam guided the RV off the expressway. Behind him he could hear the snoring of his mom and dad. As usual, when they had free time, they had drank and then fucked. Sam had listened intently to the sounds of their lovemaking. His dad wasn't much on foreplay. Sam knew that from the many nights he had listened at the common wall between their bedrooms.
There was little traffic as the RV moved smoothly through the small town.
As best as he could figure, dad was a missionary guy. He sucked mom's tits, fingered her pussy and then climbed into the saddle. But the old guy had stamina. They went 25-30 minutes before dad popped. And mom was a screamer!
About 2 miles outside town he saw the sign for the right turn onto the road leading to the lake. The road changed from asphalt to gravel as it wound through the trees toward the lake.
Sam also suspected that his dad was old school and didn't eat pussy. Sam smiled. He was licking pussy before he actually fucked. In his circle of friends, the girls gave hand and blow jobs. The guys got to feel up, suck their tits and lick their pussy. Oh they did their share of fucking but that came later.
Sam turned left at their road. The trees closed in on either side. Presently he saw the black emptiness of the lake. It was circled by a necklace of diamond like lights that marked the other properties. The headlights of the RV caught the skeletal hulk of the unfinished cabin.
Sam pulled past it and parked so that the door of RV faced the lake with the other side facing the uncompleted cabin. The blackness of night closed in when he turned off the headlights. Sam flipped on an interior light. In the dim light he could see the outline of his parents in the queen sized bed in the rear. He rummaged through a drawer and found a flashlight.
Sam stretched and stepped toward the door. He grabbed a lawn chair and a beer from the fridge. He flipped off the interior light and turned on the flashlight. The yellow cone of light pierced the darkness. It provided a corridor of light through the all-encompassing darkness. He took two steps down into starless blackness of the night.
Jamie woke in the stifling heat of the RV. She was naked, covered only in a thin sheen of perspiration. Next to her John snored loudly. The tight confines of the back of the RV held the scent of their lovemaking. She rose and walked naked to the front of the RV. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind the angel of social propriety warned her to cover her nakedness. Her son was somewhere near. The devil of i****t and lust said fuck it.
Jamie turned on an interior light. Sam must be outside. She sighed and went to the closet. She found a robe. It was an old thing that she had for several years. The weight she gained made it ride higher on her body. It hit her mid-thigh. The buttons strained to contain her 38D's.
The air was sultry. The high humidity and suffocating heat promised a summer storm soon. The katydids repetitive song filled the air. As Sam was taking a swig of the ice cold beer, he heard the RV door open behind him. He glanced back and saw his mom clad in her old robe.
"Out here, mom!"
He turned on the flashlight to light her way. Jamie held a beer in one hand and with other switched off the interior light.
He could see her carrying a chair and the beer in the yellow cone of light from the flashlight. Sam went over, grabbed his mom`s chair and set it up next to his. After they both settle in the chairs, Sam turned off the flashlight. The darkness settled in like black velvet blanket. Though they were only a few feet apart, they could barely make out the shape of each other.
"My god, the heat is unbelievable!" Jamie said thickly. She was still feeling the effects of the alcohol she and her husband had drunk.
"Yes, I think we are going to get thunderstorm in the next few days."
In the thick still summer air, Sam was acutely aware of the sexual musk his mom exuded. He felt his dick harden as he inhaled this heady aroma.
Jamie knew she needed a shower. She thought that she must smell like a goat. She was hot and sweaty. She was leaking her husband's come. Her pussy was still damp and swollen. Her arousal had begun some 5 hours ago with Sam. That was followed by a very satisfying fuck in the RV. Wickedly, she wondered if Sam had heard her screams of passion. Inwardly she hoped he had. She was instantly ashamed of herself.
"Want another beer, mom?"
"Yes baby, thank you."
Jamie undid the buttons on her robe. She pulled it back and exposed herself to the sultry night air. In the distance she heard the thrum of a motorboat on the lake. Her hand drifted to her overheated sex. A thrill shot through her body as she touched her clit. She dipped a finger in her heated cauldron. It came out coated in her juices and John's cum.
Tentatively she moved her finger to her mouth. It was an odd taste but not that unpleasant. She added a finger and scooped out more. She sucked hungrily. A faint memory of the taste came to her. That first time in the Chevy! Her head had been forced down on her date's cock. She recalled the heady sweetness of his pre cum, the musk of his arousal.
John hated oral sex. They had never done it. She had convinced herself that she didn't need it.
When Sam came back with the unopened beers, he walked up behind his mom and playfully put the cold can on her neck. She shrieked and jumped up. Playfully she tried to grab him. He scooted away toward the lake. She cut him off. She grabbed him around the waist. They fell in heap in the grass, both giggling loudly.
Sam could feel Jamie's nakedness under him. He ran his hands over her body. He recalled a name from art class, Rubenesque. It was used to describe the women painted by Rubens. They were all full figured women. His mom was Rubenesque.
In the dark their lips met. Sam pressed his tongue hotly against his mom`s trembling lips. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Jamie allowed his tongue to enter her mouth. Sam probed deep, pushing Jamie's tongue into the recesses of her mouth. She responded by dueling with his tongue for entrance into the sanctuary of his mouth.
Sam's hand found the plump nipple of his mother's breast. He squeezed it roughly and pulled it, eliciting throaty moans from Jamie. In turn her hand slid between their sweat soaked bodies and found his rigid tool. She pumped it vigorously, marveling that her fingers could not circle its circumference. Sam groaned loudly from his mom`s stroking.
Sam slid slowly down her body, pausing to nip lightly on each nipple, eliciting a near scream from Jamie as she writhed under him. He drew his tongue down her belly causing Jamie to start thrusting her hips violently up and down. When his tongue flicked her navel she screamed into the midnight black darkness of the summer night as her orgasm overtook her.
Jamie felt her orgasm burst wetly from her. She soaked Sam's tee shirt with the volume and force of her release. Still Sam moved downward. His tongue traced the hard outline of her hood, licked lightly at her love button.
Jamie's orgasm was almost continuous now. She growled and snarled like an a****l of the night. In self-defense Sam wrapped his arms around his mother's thrusting hips. His face was buried in the pungent crevice of her volcano like pussy. It constantly spewed the molten lava of her erupting sex.
Sam thrust two fingers into the scalding heat of her pussy. If he could have seen her eyes, he would have known that pupils had rolled back in her head. She was a woman possessed. At 45 she was experiencing sex as she never had before.
Sam turned slowly. He pulled his mom slightly to her side. He helped her raise one leg and then buried his face in the love arch formed. He was drunk with the musty sweetness of her pussy. He lapped greedily at her pussy. What was that taste? Oh yes, he thought! His dad he come in her! He greedily licked the heavy cream, his head almost exploding at the incredible sensation.
Jamie was having an out of body experience. Despite the complete darkness she thought she could see her son between her legs. Something hit her in the face. She reached and touched Sam's man meat. She licked and it and tasted his sweatiness. She heard the blood roaring in her ears as she kissed the mushroom. With an effort she managed to get her mouth around it. Her jaw ached but she had it in her mouth. Jamie rose to one elbow and used her free hand to stroke her son's manhood.
Sam had his mom's clit in his mouth. His thumb was in her pussy and his finger penetrated her ass. Jamie bucked hard against Sam's mouth. She was riding waves of orgasms, building to a crest and dropping to a trough only to rise again.
Sam knew he was going to come. He felt that itch in his scrotum that moved into his balls. He pumped his cock hard into his mom's mouth. Jamie's saliva was drooling out the corners of her mouth. Almost impossibly she felt Sam's cock growing in her mouth. As she bucked against his mouth, he exploded in hers. The force of his ejaculation forced her head back. She caught a fire house sized stream of Sam's man juice in her mouth. It gagged her and she began to cough. This caused the rest of his steaming man juice to assault her eyes, drenched her hair and inundated her breasts.
Jamie rolled on her back. Sensations coursed through her body like jolts of electricity. Her heart beat like a trip hammer. She couldn't get her breath. She felt like she was dying. Never, never in her life had she experienced sex like this. And it was with her son!!
And, just when she thought she would pass out, when her weary body wanted to rest, she felt the weight of her son's body press down on her. The bulbous head of Sam's enormous cock slide between her labia. She realized that the moaning she was hearing was her as her birth canal expanded to its limits to accommodate her son.
Sam began a slow steady stroke, getting half of his cock in her. They both could hear the wet squishy sound of their lovemaking. Incredibly, Jamie's grew, her wetness increased and Sam's cock went deeper. In a red haze of passion, she wondered how much deeper he could go, how much she could take.
Who was that screaming, Jamie thought? It sounded like some wild a****l. She realized it as her screaming. She laughed to herself. You sound like some cock crazed slut!
She groaned loudly as Sam's cock hit her cervix. Still he pounded and she screamed. Jamie was orgasming so hard and so much that the grass under them was slick with her juices. Still she wanted more.
Sam braced himself on his knees and arms as Jamie wrapped her legs around his back and her arms around his neck. She repeatedly lifted herself off the grass, thrusting herself up against his dick. She needed more! She wanted it deeper!
Sam felt his seed filling his balls. He felt the indescribable sensation of his seed coursing up his dick and exploding into his mom's pussy. Jamie fell back on the grass. Her arms were spread out like she was on a cross. Her legs were gapped and trembling as she felt her son thrust 3, 4, and 5, 6 times as his seed filled her pussy and penetrated her cervix.
Sam collapsed on top of Jamie, exhausted, but surprisingly still hard. They were both drenched in sweat and bodily fluids. They were both breathing heavily. Sam rolled off his mom and onto his back. Their fingers entwined.
"Baby, that was incredible!"
"Thank you, mom"
"And your father has never, never kissed me down there! My toes actually curled!"
Mother and son lay partially clothed, recovering in the afterglow of their tryst. Jamie`s robe was a wet mess. She felt a slight tingle as her sweat rolled over her nipples were Sam had nibbled tits She was exhausted but sated like never before. Sam's dick was still hard, bouncing lightly.
"What the hell is all that noise out there?"
There was no rush to get up. They both realized that their relationship had entered a new phase. John was not to be feared. Discovery would still be catastrophic but was perhaps inevitable. Besides ,the incredible darkness of the moonless night prevented him from seeing them.
"Hi honey! Sam and I were goofing around. Sorry we woke you up."
John stood in the doorway and peered into the pitch black darkness. He could not make out the forms of his wife son lying side by side.
"John, grab some beers and a chair and join us."
Sam and Jamie straightened their clothes and went back to their chairs and sat down facing the lake. Jamie's hands went to her son's hard cock and lightly stroked it. Sam's hand went to his mom's pussy. He stroked it lightly through her panties.
John brought out the beers and his chair. He plopped down, took a deep swig of his beer. His hand found his wife's thigh. He slowly stroked Jamie's full thigh while Sam's hand was stroking his mom's pussy. Jamie covered Sam's hand and pressed it into her pussy.
When John tried to move his hand up Jamie's thigh to her pussy, she stopped him.
"Stop, John, I'm tired!"
John smiled in the darkness, thinking about the sex they had while Sam was driving.
"That was quite a workout, wasn't it?"
Jamie felt her son's finger enter her. She covered his hand with hers and pushed his finger deeper in her. With her other she continued stroking Sam's cock.
"Yes, John, it was quite a workout!"
Jamie lay quietly in bed. Her husband Henry snored loudly next to her. With the affection borne of 20 years of marriage, she reached over and lightly stroked his arm. Theirs was a good marriage. Early on they had struggled, working hard to build their import/export business and to get to know each other.
The business was doing very well. Their marriage was sound. Their sex life was adequate.
They had sex at least once per week. She smiled as she added a mental caveat: more if they were drinking. Last month on the family trip to the lake they fucked two of the four days they were there. They even had sex while Sam, their son, was driving them to the lake in their RV.
Jamie realized that her pussy moistened as she thought about Sam. A wave of lust tinged with guilt washed over her as she thought about Sam. They had fucked twice also on that same trip. She realized that she was stroking Henry's arm while her other hand rubbed her pussy through her gown.
Jamie's grin broaden as she thought of her 48 year old pussy taking two cocks and four loads of come in four days. She pulled her gown up to allow her fingers access to her now dripping pussy.
She had always loved the squishy feeling of a come filled pussy. She used to go to the office with Henry with her pussy full of his seed. Her breath grew ragged as she fingered her pussy. Those were the days!!
Jamie let her thumb roll over her clit. Her body bucked with the intense pleasure that caused. Now she had a new memory to cherish. It had happened the second day at the lake.
Sam had pitched a tent in the skeletal framework of the unfinished lake cabin. The joke was he would be the first family member to sleep in the cabin.
Jamie and Henry had shared some hard cider he picked up in town. They had shared the cider along with the idle chat that long married couples have. They had discussed the plans for finishing the cabin, the sound financial condition of the family business, gossip about their friends and, ultimately, Sam leaving for college next week.
Jamie recalled the intense feeling of lost she had felt. Her baby was leaving the nest. He would be living away from home for the first time ever. She felt the odd mixture of dread and happiness of a mother watching her baby take that first tentative step.
She had also felt the longing that one feels when you lose a lover. The emptiness seemed to fill not only her heart but her soul. Her stomach turned reacting to her feeling of lost. Fucking her son was wrong. It was immoral and i*****l. It was also the most intense mental and physical connection she had every felt for any human being.
This issue of her womb, that miracle of life created in her and brought forth squalling into the world, had created an indelible maternal bond. Their i****tuous coupling added an indescribable dimension to that maternal bond.
Ultimately, she and Henry were drunk. They had retired to the bedroom in the rear of the RV. They had never been much on foreplay. They undressed hurriedly. They lay facing in each other in bed kissing. Jamie had felt her wetness grow as Henry dutifully fingered her eager pussy. Henry's cock had grown to its semi rigid fullness from her much practiced stroking.
From the forbidden recesses of her mind she had flashed back to her and Sam lying head to toe, his mouth and tongue pleasuring every crevice of her gushing pussy. She had groaned loudly as her husband cock entered her wet pussy and she had recalled her son's cock throbbing hotly in her mouth.
She had wrapped her legs around her husband's back and thrust up hard to meet Henry's urgent pounding. As they embraced and kissed while coupling with the familiarity of a long married couple, her pussy gushed with wetness recalling Sam forcing her orgasm with his mouth while he pumped his seed into his mom's mouth.
As Henry's thrusting had grown more urgent, bringing them both to their mutual orgasm, she had screamed in passion remembering that day on the kitchen floor. She had been on her knees being fucked doggie style, terrified that Henry would catch them, but more aroused then she had ever been as her son, her much loved only c***d, the focus of her adult life, had smacked her ass, urging her on.
When Henry had collapsed on top of her, spent and exhausted, she lovingly rubbed his back. She could feel that deliciously wicked feeling she always had when her pussy was full of sperm. They had kissed and he rolled off her. Shortly she heard his even breathing followed by his loud snoring.
Jamie had stood and walked naked the short distance to the RV bathroom to clean up. She had paused with her hand on the knob. Without further hesitation, she had covered the short distance to door. She opened it. As she padded nude across the grassy expanse to the unfinished cabin, she had felt the heat rising in her pussy as Henry's seed leaked from her pussy and ran down her thigh.
It had been easy to find Sam's lighted tent. She unzipped the opening and crawled in.
Sam had greeted her warmly. He too was naked. His 18 year old dick was rigid and erect. They had kissed with the urgency only clandestine lovers can know. She had wantonly stroked his cock. He murmured thanks as his fingers entered her come filled pussy.
For the second time in less than thirty minutes, her pussy had been penetrated by an eager man meat. For the second time that night she had wrapped her fat thighs around a lover and accepted his seed into her birth canal. Jamie again felt the salacious wickedness of a come filled pussy.
But for the first time that night, she had laid head to toe with her lover affectionately licking each other clean. And, again for the first time that night, their mutual cleaning led to an earth shaking orgasm. She had drenched Sam with her juices while she choked trying to swallow every spurt of his copious ejaculation.
They had lain next to each other in the humid tent. They stroked each other as they whispered the sweet nothings all lovers whisper after sex, even when those lovers were mother and son.
Jamie rose and walked across the carpeted floor to the shower. She stripped off her cotton gown. The steaming hot water felt good on her skin. She used her nylon scrongy to work up a good lather. Jamie thought about the coming day as she scrubbed each of her large breasts. She knew the next few days would be hectic.
They had an eight hour drive to State College to drop Sam off. For the umpty umpth time she felt the mixture of anxiety and lost at the thought. She placed one leg on the teak stool as she scrubbed her thighs and pussy.
As she washed her hair, she idly planned the last family breakfast for a while. She knew it needed to be hearty for her men. She smiled to herself..."her men"! She did have two men in her life. She loved them both mightily and differently.
She let the hot water rinse the remaining shampoo from her hair and body. She stepped from the shower and grabbed a big fluffy towel. Vigorously she dried her hair and body. She lingered briefly on her clit. The soft roughness was almost like Sam's tongue. She mentally shook herself. Behave, she thought laughing!
Jamie reached for her worn Terry cloth robe. She hesitated. Then she rummaged through her closet. She found the pink satin robe she was looking for. It was part of a role play outfit Henry had given her many Valentine's Days ago. It included an impossibly tiny thong and a shelf bra.
She found the thong and slipped into it. The tiny triangle of cloth disappeared into her labia. Well, she thought I HAVE gained a few pounds! She slipped out of it, realizing the thong and bra were now too small. The robe fit her snugly. Where once it had dropped to just above her knees, it now hit her mid-thigh.
She pirouetted in front of the full length mirror. In back the robe covered her ample ass and dropped a few inches below it. The front tied covered her 38D...barely! She giggled as she moved down the hall. Her guys would be bug eyed taking her in. She paused briefly at Sam's bedroom door. She sighed. She moved pass his room and on down to the kitchen.
Jamie didn't think of this way but she was like an addict taking a cure. She needed to go cold turkey from the addiction of her son's cock or she would never kick the monkey off her back.
Upstairs the men in Jamie's life were awakening
Henry rolled over, wiped the sleep from his eyes and grabbed his Blackberry. A quick perusal of text, email and the other forms of electronic business management showed him that Worldwide Export/import had survived the night. He fired off a text to his General Manager reminding him that he, Henry, would be travelling with his family taking his son to college. He then headed for the shower.
Sam was in the dream state that lies between sleep and being awake. His hand firmly gripped his morning wood as the woman's face sucking his cock in this dream state slowly resolved into his mother's. A smile spread across his face as he climbed to full wakefulness. Two thoughts fought for prominence: he was leaving for college today. The other was how much he was going to miss his parents, especially his mom.
The aroma of frying bacon invaded his nostrils. Suddenly he was ravenous. He slipped on some jean shorts and walked hurriedly downstairs.
His mouth dropped open at what he saw in kitchen. His mom had her back to the stairs. A pink satin robe barely covered her amazing ass. Aware that his father would soon be down, he crept up behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. As he hugged her, he gently squeezed her tits.
Jamie jumped as she felt herself being enveloped in a pair of strong tanned arms. She had no doubt who it was. She felt Sam's big cock grind into her all too willing ass as he kissed her neck and massaged her breasts.
"Mmmmmmm that feels good, baby!"
"Good morning, mom." Sam breathed into his mom's ear.
"Stop it, Honey! Your dad will be down shortly."
Reluctantly, Sam released his mother and sat down at the kitchen table. His gaze wandered hungrily over her barely clad body.
"Good god, Jamie! You are dam near naked!" Henry intoned angrily from the bottom of the stairs.
"Henry, shut up and sit down!" Jamie barked back. "All the vital parts are covered!"
"Sweet jezuz, darling, at least wait until Sam is gone!"
Like a spectator at a tennis match, Sam's head moved back and forth following the exchange.
Henry sat at the kitchen table facing Sam, his back to Jamie at the stove. She walked up behind him and kissed his bald head.
"Stop fussing and eat your breakfast. We have a long drive today."
***
As roomy as the cab over RV was, Sam's clothes, stereo, 50" flat screen TV and sundry other items filled the interior. They had elected to use the rear and over cab beds as storage. That left just the near queen size convertible kitchen bench seat/bed for sleeping. Sam and Henry would share the driving; Jamie was uncomfortable driving this truck like vehicle.
She sat on the bench seat watching the backs of her two men as they discussed road conditions. Was it only three months since that plane ride that had opened her eyes to new vistas of sexuality? Three months since Sam had taken her on that life changing airplane flight? She hardly recognized the person she had become.
For three months she had two cocks servicing her. With each mile that passed she was coming closer to being a one cock woman. She giggled at her characterization of herself. There would always be the holidays and the summers.
Her reverie was broken by Henry coming to the rear of the cabin. He plopped down wearily across from her.
"Babe, we are not going to make State College today. This rain has slowed us to a crawl."
Almost since leaving their driveway they had been crawling through a downpour. They were barely making 20 mph.
"The GPS says there is a rest area about a mile down the road. We are going to pull in and wait for the storm to pass."
***
Jamie lay wide awake next to her husband. The constant drumming of the late summer rain on the metal roof of their RV combined with the frequent lightning and thunder were keeping her awake. The tight sleeping conditions didn't help. The convertible kitchen bed was barely queen size. She and Henry were crammed into its tight confines.
She glanced at the curtain that separated the driving cab from the rear. Sam had grabbed a sleeping bag and sacked out between the captain's chairs. Henry had been unusually tired. She sighed. They were both overweight. Henry's doctor had warned him to lose weight and reduce the stress in his life.
Jamie sat up on the side of the bed. She was restless, concerned about her and Henry's health, and incredibly horny! Again she glanced at the curtain. Sam was just the other side of that flimsy divide. She had watched him strip to just his boxers. She knew he had a partial hard on. He always did!
u*********sly she licked her lips. She and her husband had never been much on oral sex. It just hadn't been their thing. The era they came from was more conservative sexually. Hell, she thought, doggy style had been considered kinky!
But Sam had opened the world of oral sex to her. She smiled to herself. Her 18 year old son had expanded her sexual universe.
Jamie was wet with arousal as she recalled 69ing with her son. Her heart rate increased and a light sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead. She shivered as the thought of the sheer intimacy of that act. Your lover's cock pulsing in your mouth while his tongue invaded your nether regions, the oral sharing of those intimate bodily fluids could not be more erotic. That was followed by the swelling as you felt his seed engorge his penis, then to have him fill your mouth and belly with his sperm was just incredible.
She was addicted to oral sex now. She craved it. She would wake at night with her mouth making a suckling motion. A few weeks back she had woke Henry up sucking his cock. He had been irritated and it seemed to Jamie, a little disgusted.
Her pussy ached with need. Her ears roared with sound of blood rushing through her veins. Hungrily she stared at the curtain. He was just a few feet away. If they were very quiet.....!
Jamie mentally shook herself. Stop it, she thought angrily, stop it! You are getting yourself wrought up for nothing. You cannot suck Sam's cock with Henry sleeping less than six feet away! That would be crazy!
Jamie stood and moved stealthily toward the curtain. As she began to ease it to the side, lightning crackled loudly through the night sky, illuminating the interior. It was followed by a tremendous clap of thunder.
Henry bolted upright, shocked awake by the intensity of the lightning and thunder. In the illumination he saw Jamie step through the curtain into the cab. What the hell is she doing, he thought, the boy needs his rest. She needed to let go! Groggily he reflected that being away from his mother would be good for the boy, help him to mature, become a man!
He was dozing back off when he thought he heard a groan. Henry sat up on one elbow and tried to peer through the darkness. Lightning flashed followed by the roll of thunder. Henry saw the clear outline of Jamie kneeling over their son. What the hell was she doing?
In the darkness, he heard another distinct groan. What was that other sound? Slurping? Henry sat up on the side of the bed. The next lightning flash showed....what? Was she lying on top of Sam?
Henry didn't know why but he rose and moved quietly the few steps to the front of the RV. He stood motionless just outside the curtain. He hesitated. A cold fear gripped his heart. Gently he opened a small slit in the curtain.
Jamie made sure the curtain was pulled behind her. She knelt over the sleeping figure of her son. She could see his cock poking invitingly through the opening in his boxers. She leaned down and lovingly kissed the head of his dick. Henry groaned.
In the next flash of lightning Sam saw his mom licking his cock. He reached up and squeezed her hanging tit. Jamie stifled a moan. She turned, pulled her gown up; offering her pussy to her son as she lustfully inhaled his youthful love pole. sleepily Sam buried his face in the arch created by Jamie's raised leg.
Henry was paralyzed. His mind was having trouble processing what he was seeing. Like a trip hammer, his heart pounded in his chest.
Jamie moaned softly as Sam's tongue explored her pussy. Her anus twitched reflexively as she felt his finger press against her anal ring. Sam moaned as his mom's head bobbed eagerly up and down on his dick.
The lightning flashed and Henry saw his son's finger in his wife's ass. He saw her head bobbing on Sam's dick. Henry took a step back, releasing the hold on the curtain. His eyes were wide. He was having trouble getting his breath. The thought struggled into his mind: his wife and his son were having sex!
Rage boiled up in his chest. His wife and his son were......! Henry was an intelligent man. But the word was hard to wrap his head around. Their moaning was louder now. He leaned over and opened another small slit. Jamie was on top of Sam. Her ass was flexing and relaxing as Sam licked her pussy and fingered her ass.
Henry was prepared to burst in on this i****tuous tryst. He wanted to confront his treacherous son and cheating wife. He would demand an explanation of this betrayal!
And then what, he thought? Throw them out of the RV? Drive home and file for divorce? He had grounds. How would that look in the newspapers? He visualized the headlines: Local Exec catches wife and son in i****tuous tryst! The other media outlines would be no less salacious. He envisioned media trucks parked outside his office and home, microphones shoved in his face. His business would suffer!
Jamie and Sam's moans grew louder.
The rage turned to humiliation. Maybe he could get them to agree to stop. But what if they refused?
He wasn't enough man for Jamie and she had turned to Sam? But they had a good sex life. At least he thought they did. Was it his fault? Sam and Jamie moaned loudly. As lightning crackled in the predawn gloom, Henry saw liquid squirt from his wife's pussy. He heard Sam groan in ecstasy as it hit him in the face. She had never done that for him!! He thought it was a myth.
Thunder shook the RV. He watched as they lay head to toe. Aside from a display of righteous indignation, his options were few.
Jamie got to her knees. Henry realized that they were finished. His gait was unsteady as he hurried back to the bed. He hastily slipped under the covers and turned his face to the wall. He heard Jamie walk softly back to the bed. She crawled in and snuggled up to him. She reeked of sweat and sex. He thought he could smell Sam's sperm on her breath! Henry pretended to be sleep. Soon her breathing became regular.
Jezuz H Fucking Christ!! His son and his wife were engaged in an i****tuous relationship!! What should he do? What should he say to them?
The storm within him and outside raged all night. At dawn the thunderstorm was over and Henry knew what he had to do!
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