*This story is told from the Mother's point of view*
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My son and I had just finished making love for the first time and were still lying in the other's arms, in complete silence on the couch. I couldn't think of one word to say to my son after taking his cum inside my vagina, so instead I chose to act as if I had something important I needed to tend to; without hesitation, I jumped up from the couch and said, "Shit! I forgot, I need to take care of something tonight." I ran up to my room and closed the door behind me and hopped in the shower. My son had fallen asleep right where I left him and I left the house in a hurry.
I tried to make sense of what had just happened, logically but couldn't come up with anything; what kind of mother has sex with her own son? Forget about that, what kind of wife cheats on their husband? I rushed over to my sister's house, I couldn't tell her who I had slept with but I could tell her I had slept with someone other than my husband.. Besides, there wasn't really anyone else I could turn to. I had to get this off my chest, somehow.
My sister lived on the other side of town; it must have been around 8 PM before I arrived and when I did, to my surprise my husband's car sat parked in the driveway. "What the fuck.." I said to myself, out loud. I approached her house slowly, trying to peer into the windows as I passed by but to no avail; I continued down the street, just a few houses down from my sister's and parked my car. The lights were off and my sister's car must have been parked in the garage as it looked as if no one was even home.
My heart was pounding out of my chest, I was breathing more rapidly; my emotions had begun to take over my body. I angrily paced outside the house on the sidewalk contemplating my next move and before I knew it, I was marching right up to the front door. "Motherfucker." I said out loud, once again. My hand stopped just as I was about to pound on the screen door and I paused. Maybe this was all just a big misunderstanding, I thought trying to backwards rationalize the situation. If I was going to cause a scene, I needed proof first.
I sneakily made my way to the fence that led to the backyard and climbed it; my sister's backyard was extremely private and there were no shades covering the windows looking into the kitchen and living room. I crouched below the window that looked through the kitchen into the living room, both rooms were dimly lit and I didn't see my husband or my sister; finally after a few minutes my husband entered the living room, fully dressed. He stood in the middle of the room, aimlessly pacing back and forth as if he was waiting to leave; perhaps this really was a misunderstanding and I was overreacting. It was after all, just a few days before Christmas; maybe my husband was conspiring with my sister for a surprise gift?
My husband took his jacket off and placed it on the back of one of the chairs in the kitchen and then took a seat on the couch in the living room. Suddenly my sister appeared, wearing only her lingerie and a pair of skin tight stockings; my blood began to boil once again and my heart started beating faster and faster. My sister looked exactly like me, except she was 8 years younger and her body was two times mine in every possible aspect; her breasts, thighs, hips, and ass doubled the size of mine. Her waist might as well have been twice as thin as my own; I was beginning to feel a bit insecure about the entire situation I was watching unfold.
She had a seat on the couch beside my husband, folding one leg and sitting on it while stretching the other wide and away from it; exposing the entirety of her crotch though it was still covered by the black lace panties she was wearing. She flipped her hair to one side, confidently throwing her head back allowing my husband to take in her thick body; my husband's eyes were glued to her crotch though his body language was sending a different message. "I should really get going before it gets too late.." I heard him say, with his fist balled and his thumb pointed towards the door.
My sister laughed, "Nonsense.. Don't be so silly. Besides you've just gotten comfortable." My sister closed her legs together and started moving towards my husband who was now looking in the opposite direction towards the door.
"Just leave. Please, just get up and go." I thought to myself. My sister's face was inches away from my husband's and she whispered something in his ear that I couldn't make out. His hands were planted firmly on the couch, not making any sudden movements; my sister on the other hand, was now placing her hand flat against his cock which was steadily growing his pants. My husband was now looking down at my sister's hand which was softly rubbing back and forth along the shaft of his cock until it was completely hard; she grabbed it through his pants. His eyes blinked around the room and his mouth was dropping wider by the second; he threw his head back and looked up to the ceiling while placing his arm on the back of the couch giving my sister easier access to his genitals.
My sister placed one foot on the floor and stood while kneeling on the couch with the other leg and tried to look my husband in the eyes; his eyes were still stuck to the ceiling. She slowly unbuckled his belt and took the zipper down pulling his rock hard cock through the opening of his pants. She held it firmly before taking the tip of his cock in her mouth gently sucking on it and released the grip she had on it with her hand. I heard my husband moan as his eyes made their way from looking up at the ceiling to looking down at the back of my sister's head.