I woke up in a feverous sweat. It took me a minute to get my bearings. I was in my son's room, naked in his bed, with him sleeping soundly next to me. I tried to move but everything was sore, especially my ass. I touched my face and felt the dried crust of cum caking me.
I just had the most realistic dream that I let my son and his friends gangbang me. If I closed my eyes I could still feel their huge cocks in all of my holes. In the dream I was in complete ecstasy but waking up as abruptly as I did the idea scares me.
What was I doing?! The first time I have alone with my step son and I let him fuck me in the ass. My husband is away at a conference until tonight and I'm at home fucking his own son. I even let Jack, my step son, film him fucking my ass while I was wearing mask.
Slowly I slid out of the bed. I was trying my hardest to not wake Jack. The sun hadn't even started to rise yet. Tiptoeing out of his room on Shaky legs I carefully ascended the stairs and up to my room, or the room I share with my husband, whom I love very much.
Getting into my bathroom I turned on the light and stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was a frazzled mess and there were definite outlines of Jack's dried cum on my face. There were clumps in my hair as well. What have I become?
Resignedly I got in the shower and cleaned every inch of my body. It felt as if I could scrub all evidence of Jack off of me. The only reminder was my still gaping asshole. Still being early I climbed into bed and curled up under the covers.
I awoke much more rested and I could smell the most delicious aroma coming from downstairs. Getting out of bed I put on a robe covering my naked body. When I got to the kitchen I saw Jack dancing away to some music as he cooked breakfast. He was only wearing an apron.
Steeling myself I made my way downstairs and greeted a mostly nude jack.
"Hey, there you are beautiful. When I saw you weren't in bed I figured I should make us some breakfast. How are you doing?" Jack said as he served me a plate of food.
Realizing how utterly starving I was I reluctantly sat down.
"I am sore." I chuckled as I began eating.
"Oh yeah I bet you are." Jack winked at me devilishly.
Averting my eyes uncomfortably I kept eating. Jack put his hand on mine and I looked into his eyes.
"Hey are you alright?" He asked sincerely.
Clearing my throat I stammered.
"I don't know to be honest. This is all just so much and I feel guilty....your father...." I trailed off.
"My father is a pathetic moron." Jack said. "That old loser wouldn't know a good thing if it knelt down and sucked his flaccid tiny dick. You deserve more."
"He is still my husband...." I said meekly.
"He was my father first. Besides, I didn't hear you complaining last night." Jack pointed out.
Blushing remembering how Jack fucked my ass with his big cock and how it made me orgasm harder than ever before. I was doing the opposite of complaining last night.
"It's still wrong jack. You're my son...."
"Step son." Jack corrected quickly.
"Whatever. This needs to end today. Your father will be home tonight."
"So what one last bang before you go back to masturbating with your dildo because you married a limp dick beta male?" Jack said angrily.
"If that's what it takes, yes. Get it all out of your system. But when your father comes home it's over. I'm serious." I said standing up and trying to look authoritative at my significantly shorter stature and slim figure.
Jack rounded on me and removed his apron to reveal his naked sculpted body. My eyes immediately went to the swinging club between his legs. As he stepped up to me he got within inches of me and towered over me. I looked up at him defiantly.
I stared at him a long time before I blinked and in a flash Jack grabbed my robe and pulled it down to expose my breasts. I gasped at the sudden force but I didn't resist. I asked for this.
I struggled to keep my stoic composure especially when he started massaging my full breasts. What was truly hard was that thick pole of his cock beginning to poke at me.
