After my son left us, my husband and I had a big fight. We've had few arguments in the 20 years that we've been married, because he doesn't let himself get angry. I've often said and done things to intentionally provoke him just so that he would show a little backbone. But, he usually just gave in and wouldn't even raise his voice. This time he was quite furious, but in the end all he said is that he didn't want to see me any more that night and that I would have to sleep on the couch. Tomorrow he would decide what else he was going to do.
Later that evening I could only think of what my son, Jake, had done to me earlier that afternoon. Not only had he forced me to suck his cock, but he had made me cum by eating my pussy, and then he fucked me hard while his own father watched. I realized that he had brought out something inside me because all I could do was think of my son's lean, muscular body and his big, thick cock.
It was after 10pm and Jake hadn't come home yet. I wasn't certain when to expect him. I took a long shower and put on my favorite perfume. As I got ready to sleep, I put on my sexiest nightie. It was a silky, emerald green that went all the way down to my ankles. The thin spaghetti straps held up a top that was barely able to cover my big, soft titties. I made up my short black hair and face and slid under the covers on the couch. I hoped that my boy would come home and make me his all over again.
Around 1am I was awaken by Jake who laid down on top of me and greedily kissed my mouth. As I felt his strong, heavy body pushing me down into the soft cushions of the couch, he pushed his warm, wet tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and ran my fingers through his hair as he squeezed and massaged my one of my big titties.
Jake stood up and said, "It's nice of you to wait for me down here, but let's go upstairs where we can get some room to maneuver."
"I'm down here because your father didn't want to be near me."
Jake got furious and dragged me upstairs. He flipped on the light as he burst into our bedroom. Before his father could wake up, Jake pushed him out of the bed and onto the floor shouting, "I told you this is my bedroom now." My husband stood up beside the bed and didn't say anything. He was wearing flannel pajamas that made him look like a fat, balding eight year-old.
"Now sit down in that chair. There are a few things we need to get straight around here. First, this bed is for hardcore fucking. Apparently, you aren't able to do that, so you don't have any business being near it."
Jake pulled me beside the bed and stood behind me so his father could get a good view of me. "Look at her, dad. Mom is looking totally fine. She dressed in this sexy little nightie just for me because she's mine."
My husband just sat quietly and watched as our son, Jake, pulled the straps of my nightie off of my shoulders and let it fall to the floor around my ankles. I was standing in front of them wearing only a pair of small emerald green silky panties with my big titties exposed. From behind, Jake cupped my tits in his strong hands and said, "See mom's tits? I've never seen tits so fucking big and soft and heavy." As he pinched my nipples, making me gasp, he said, "Look at her nipples. They're so fucking hard. Mom's tits are mine too."
Jake then pushed my panties down over my hips and let them fall around my ankles, completely exposing my body. Squeezing one of my tits with one hand, Jake slid his other hand down my stomach and rubbed my pussy. He slid one of his fingers up and down my slit, making me whine with pleasure. I groaned as he slid his finger in and out of my tight hole.
"Of course, this pussy is mine too. After all, this is where I came from. I can play with it, eat it, and fuck it any time, any place, and any way I want. Isn't that right, mom?" I could only moan in agreement.
