My son Peter fucked me over both the phone and the net several times whilst he was on his gap year travels in South America. It became an acceptable, though guilt inducing routine and it was only the lack of internet access in some of the more remote areas and his inability to be alone that stopped us doing it more often.
My sex life with my husband Richard continued to be, at best, spasmodic. It was becoming pretty obvious to me that he no longer wanted me very much and now I hardly wanted him. I realised that I was in love with Peter and could hardly wait for his next email, message or phone call. And as for his return, the mere thought of it almost gave me an orgasm. We talked at length about our future vaguely assuming that we would spend it together. 'I want us to live as man and wife,' he announced in a phone call from Montevideo that I had to google to learn it was in Uruguay.
I no longer wanted sex with my husband. I was pretty sure that he was 'playing away from home' and I was tempted to take up an offer from a young guy at the tennis club or an older more sophisticated one at the golf club. Both were too risky, though, and in any case, I wanted to remain faithful to my son! On the few occasions Richard and I had sex, it wasn't him that was making love to me. Physically it was my husband's cock in me, but emotionally it was my son's.
"You will definitely be coming to the airport tomorrow?" I said to Richard at dinner on the Friday before Peter was due to return home on the Saturday. "There won't be a sudden emergency at the firm will there?"
"Don't worry darling I have organised everything and I will be there."
Between cybering sessions, Peter and I had talked a lot about our situation. We had debated, discussed argued and cried together when I kept insisting that it had to end when he came home. I was terrified of two things. Firstly, that someone would find out and secondly of how we could possibly handle having a love affair. I had found it difficult enough when I had a brief affair a few years ago with a man I worked for and I could not imagine what it would be like trying to handle it with my son.
"Here he comes," I said excitedly as Peter and his friends came through the custom's doorway. My heart missed a beat at how gorgeous he looked. He was deeply tanned and seemed to have grown taller and broader.
He said goodbye to his friends who went off to meet their greeters and he came over to us.
"Hi dad," he said as Richard shook his hand, my husband isn't a huggy sort of man.
Peter then turned to me. His trolley with his bags was between Richard and me as I opened my arms and he slid into them.
"Welcome home darling," I said kissing him on his cheek.
"Hello mum," he said moving back and looking into my eyes before pulling me back into his arms and putting his mouth near to my ear on the side away from Richard. He whispered. "I want you so much."
It wasn't just his words that hit me and made my pulse race it was also the feel of his erection rearing up my stomach. And with that all the concerns, the conflicts, the doubts and guilt registered in my mind just as the feel of his gorgeous cock registered in my body.
We talked non-stop on the forty minutes or so drive home. I sat in the back with Peter in the passenger seat half turned so he could look at me. As he told us about his trip so his eyes were continually holding my gaze and then roaming down my body quite evidently taking in the swell of my breasts. It got to me. We smiled at each other, our gazes locked and we smouldered.
It was just same when we got home. All the time we were looking at each other, taking every opportunity to move close together and touching each other's hand or arm or back. Every time I moved when Richard was not in the room or was looking away I could feel Peter's gaze on me. I felt it on my boobs, my bottom and my pussy in the tight jeans.
True to his word Richard stayed at home. I prepared an early dinner that the three of us ate together. The afternoon had passed without incident for Peter had a snooze to combat his jet lag and there was far less flirting between us.
"I have some work I have to do so would you mind helping your mother clear up?" Richard asked as he walked away and we stared at each, longingly.
For the first time we were alone.
"Well mum?" Peter said moving close to me.
"Peter no," I stammered as I saw the look in his eye.
"Yes Jayne, yes," he sighed closing the gap between us.
"I said that we had to stop when you got home," I told him unconvincingly.
"But you didn't mean it mum," he whispered as he put his arms around me.
I put my hands on his chest preventing him pulling me against him. "I did Peter," I whimpered as I bowed my head avoiding eye contact and averting my mouth.
I felt his thumb and fingers on my chin. He lifted it and said.
"Look me in the eyes Jayne and say you don't want me."
"Oh Peter."
"Come on say it mum, say it," he went on pressing more firmly on my back and thus pulling me closer to him until our bodies were almost touching. "Come on if you don't want me say it now," he almost growled.
"Peter this is so wrong, dad's here."
"Would it be wrong if he wasn't?" he asked? He is such a clever bugger with words.
"You know what I mean."
"Yes mum I do and I am sure I know what you want as well," he said into my ear pulling me hard against him. He was fully erect and the feel of his hard-on pressing into me from my pubis to almost my navel was awesome.
"No Peter no," I groaned as he pushed his lower body forward.
"Yes mum please," he croaked as he ground himself against me. I couldn't stop myself from squirming against him. His mouth found mine.
"No Peter dad will catch us," I whispered as his lips closed on mine.
"Come on then," he said taking my hand. "Let's go upstairs where we will hear him if he leaves the study, which is unlikely until late isn't it?"
"Yes, I think he is working on a big deal in America, he's going there soon."
As Peter held my hand and led me up the stairs he said. "Story of my life mum."
"What is?"
"Dad working on a big deal and just about to go or come back from the States."
I smiled. "True. Look Peter we can't do anything with him here."
"I know mum," he replied leading me to his room and opening the door. "But we will hear him so I can kiss you can't I?" he replied pulling me hard against him once we were inside his room?
I didn't reply. There was no need for I was quickly in his arms and his mouth was on mine. We kissed for some time as my reservations and concerns slid into the background.
"Oh Jayne," he sighed as momentarily we broke the kiss only to start again almost immediately.
He pushed me back against a wall and grabbing my wrists he pulled my arms out so they were in the position of a crucifixion. That made my boobs stick out invitingly. Still holding my wrists, he pressed his hard on against me. God, it felt so good. We kissed for ages as he dry fucked me standing up.
