Letting her son, Brennen, have his way with her, knowing full well her friend was sleeping just down the hall had been a terrible mistake for 39 year old Destiny McCullough.
She'd been sleeping with Brennen since they consummated their relationship the previous summer, a decision that had been born partly from their shared serendipitous lust, but also from natural predisposition.
Destiny had been intimate with her father for several years. Abuse would have been too strong of a word even though he was the one early on who'd taken the liberties and pulled the strings. There was no question Destiny sensed what they shared over time was wrong, but truth be known, she gave just as good as she got. The one thing she did promise herself was that if and when she had kids, the cycle would break. Like so many hard promises we make to ourselves however, this one inevitably wasn't kept.
Brennen was the spitting image of his father, and that made for many complicated feelings for Destiny as she watched him grow into an adult. Brennen's dad had been the first man to stoke Destiny's fire all those years ago, the first man to seemingly break the emotional and sexual hold her own father had over her. The fact that he took off soon after finding out she was pregnant pretty much ruined Destiny's view of men for a very long time.
It was impossible for her not to notice how Brennen had developed many of the same seductive attributes as his father, not to mention the same occasional arrogance that came with it. Destiny did all she could to fend off those embarrassing and unfathomable longings she had when she'd see Brennen in the right light, or hear him say something just the same way his dad would. Keeping herself ultra busy between her career and other pursuits, she effectively arrived at the point where she could send him off to college, and relieve that sordid and indescribable pressure building inside her.
Before he could leave for school that summer however, the dye of their shared condition was cast.
When Brennen finally did leave for his Freshman year, for someone as strong minded as Destiny, she was sure she could compartmentalize what happened between her and her son. She'd keep herself physically and mentally distracted, he'd find a girl (or 50) at school, and they could go forward with their lives with the secret of that previous summer buried in their hearts forever.
All that hard work on her part quickly caved the instant Brennen would come home on a break, or for a random weekend. All it took was one touch, or a well timed glance, and the same passionate and rock steady career woman all her friends and colleagues saw, would melt like a crayon in the sun under her son's withering prowess.
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Her senses scrambled from the intense burst of excursion Brennen had put her through, Destiny went utterly numb when she looked up and saw Colleen's partially obstructed face through the cracked door. Dazed and mortified, Destiny tried tapping and squeezing her son on the back, but given the zone he was in, Brennen assumed his mother was just prodding him to fuck her harder.
Which he did in spades.
Having sustained two crushing orgasms in a ten minute span, Destiny simply didn't have the strength to push her son away and it wasn't long before his pace increased once again. The moisture seeping from her gushing womb crackling through the room each time Brennen slammed his groin down on her's, Destiny's eyes flared then closed from embarrassed surrender as Brennen pounded her to the edge of oblivion.
"What must she be thinking?" Destiny asked herself in her self imposed darkness, trying to conjure how she'd react if she stumbled upon one of her friends making love to one of their children.
Opening her eyes again and peering over Brennen's grinding shoulder, Destiny could see Colleen was still standing there, staring on with what could only be described as morbid fascination as Brennen pushed her nightgown all the way up and began nuzzling her titties while continuing to pilage her cunt.
Brennen's right hand firm on her left arm, Destiny could feel his left gripping her waist, effectively pinning her in place for his relentless assault. Like a skier helplessly swept up in an avalanche, Destiny looked at Colleen staring back in horror, thrashing beneath her son as she clutched her hands tight around the back of his neck.
Feeling his tongue swirling hungrily around her taut nipples as his rock solid manhood rooted deep into her guts, Destiny held on for dear life as Brennen pushed her passed her limits.
"GOD...DAMN....BABY..GGGGRRRR...GGGTRRRRRRAAAHHHHH," Destiny finally whimpered in surrender, making no attempts now to conceal her cries as Brennen made her cum for the third time.
This time Brennen shot the thick seed sloshing in his balls in several white, sticky strings against the backwall of his mother's flaming cervix.
The complicated mash of emotions always came to a head for Destiny each time her son ejaculated inside her. Knowing the tide of guilt would inevitably start flowing once the glorious glow of Brennen's eruption gradually subsided, this time Destiny had to navigate the moral minefield knowing Colleen had witnessed the whole thing.
Her mind detached, Destiny's body still shuddered and shook with a visible sense of loss when Brennen pulled back and eased his battleworn manhood from her gaping cunt. Lurching and letting out an audible gasp when she felt the air pressure from outside rush through the vacuum of her vaginal cavern once Brennen had removed his meaty cork, Destiny flailed her head to the side just long enough for Colleen to retreat from view.
Allowing her drunken and exhausted son to collapse down and take his spot beside her like he always did after they'd made love, Destiny stared at the cracked door to her room as if it was the gateway to a parallel universe.
"I"ve got to get up and use the bathroom, Sweetie," Destiny leaned over and kissed Brennen on the cheek as he tried to nestle close. "I'll be right back."
Once up, even for someone in as dynamic shape as Destiny, her legs still felt like overcooked macaroni from the ringer Brennen had just put her through. Staggering to the door and slipping out, Destiny didn't bother switching the hall light back on as she eased past the bathroom.
"What the Hell are you going to say?" she derided herself as she approached the door to the spare bedroom.
The feel of her son's sawing cock still fresh inside her with each tortured step she took, Destiny stood in front of the partially closed door, just as Colleen had done moments earlier in front of her's.
"Can I come in?" she swallowed hard and asked.
Peering in, Destiny saw her friend sitting on the edge of her bed, shaking visibly in the scant light.
The two women, who'd thought they'd shared every monotonous detail about their lives since their friendship kindled several years back, suddenly looked at each other like complete strangers as Destiny slid down and took a seat beside Colleen.
"I don't know what to say," Destiny rubbed her strained hands down the front of her nightgown until she rested them on her quivering knees.
"......I wont tell anyone..I promise," Colleen's barely audible voice pierced the heavy and draining pall.
