Jamie lay quietly in bed. Her husband Henry snored loudly next to her. With the affection borne of 20 years of marriage, she reached over and lightly stroked his arm. Theirs was a good marriage. Early on they had struggled, working hard to build their import/export business and to get to know each other.
The business was doing very well. Their marriage was sound. Their sex life was adequate.
They had sex at least once per week. She smiled as she added a mental caveat: more if they were drinking. Last month on the family trip to the lake they fucked two of the four days they were there. They even had sex while Sam, their son, was driving them to the lake in their RV.
Jamie realized that her pussy moistened as she thought about Sam. A wave of lust tinged with guilt washed over her as she thought about Sam. They had fucked twice also on that same trip. She realized that she was stroking Henry's arm while her other hand rubbed her pussy through her gown.
Jamie's grin broaden as she thought of her 48 year old pussy taking two cocks and four loads of come in four days. She pulled her gown up to allow her fingers access to her now dripping pussy.
She had always loved the squishy feeling of a come filled pussy. She used to go to the office with Henry with her pussy full of his seed. Her breath grew ragged as she fingered her pussy. Those were the days!!
Jamie let her thumb roll over her clit. Her body bucked with the intense pleasure that caused. Now she had a new memory to cherish. It had happened the second day at the lake.
Sam had pitched a tent in the skeletal framework of the unfinished lake cabin. The joke was he would be the first family member to sleep in the cabin.
Jamie and Henry had shared some hard cider he picked up in town. They had shared the cider along with the idle chat that long married couples have. They had discussed the plans for finishing the cabin, the sound financial condition of the family business, gossip about their friends and, ultimately, Sam leaving for college next week.
Jamie recalled the intense feeling of lost she had felt. Her baby was leaving the nest. He would be living away from home for the first time ever. She felt the odd mixture of dread and happiness of a mother watching her baby take that first tentative step.
She had also felt the longing that one feels when you lose a lover. The emptiness seemed to fill not only her heart but her soul. Her stomach turned reacting to her feeling of lost. Fucking her son was wrong. It was immoral and illegal. It was also the most intense mental and physical connection she had every felt for any human being.
This issue of her womb, that miracle of life created in her and brought forth squalling into the world, had created an indelible maternal bond. Their incestuous coupling added an indescribable dimension to that maternal bond.
Ultimately, she and Henry were drunk. They had retired to the bedroom in the rear of the RV. They had never been much on foreplay. They undressed hurriedly. They lay facing in each other in bed kissing. Jamie had felt her wetness grow as Henry dutifully fingered her eager pussy. Henry's cock had grown to its semi rigid fullness from her much practiced stroking.
From the forbidden recesses of her mind she had flashed back to her and Sam lying head to toe, his mouth and tongue pleasuring every crevice of her gushing pussy. She had groaned loudly as her husband cock entered her wet pussy and she had recalled her son's cock throbbing hotly in her mouth.
She had wrapped her legs around her husband's back and thrust up hard to meet Henry's urgent pounding. As they embraced and kissed while coupling with the familiarity of a long married couple, her pussy gushed with wetness recalling Sam forcing her orgasm with his mouth while he pumped his seed into his mom's mouth.
As Henry's thrusting had grown more urgent, bringing them both to their mutual orgasm, she had screamed in passion remembering that day on the kitchen floor. She had been on her knees being fucked doggie style, terrified that Henry would catch them, but more aroused then she had ever been as her son, her much loved only child, the focus of her adult life, had smacked her ass, urging her on.
When Henry had collapsed on top of her, spent and exhausted, she lovingly rubbed his back. She could feel that deliciously wicked feeling she always had when her pussy was full of sperm. They had kissed and he rolled off her. Shortly she heard his even breathing followed by his loud snoring.
Jamie had stood and walked naked the short distance to the RV bathroom to clean up. She had paused with her hand on the knob. Without further hesitation, she had covered the short distance to door. She opened it. As she padded nude across the grassy expanse to the unfinished cabin, she had felt the heat rising in her pussy as Henry's seed leaked from her pussy and ran down her thigh.
It had been easy to find Sam's lighted tent. She unzipped the opening and crawled in.
Sam had greeted her warmly. He too was naked. His 18 year old dick was rigid and erect. They had kissed with the urgency only clandestine lovers can know. She had wantonly stroked his cock. He murmured thanks as his fingers entered her come filled pussy.
For the second time in less than thirty minutes, her pussy had been penetrated by an eager man meat. For the second time that night she had wrapped her fat thighs around a lover and accepted his seed into her birth canal. Jamie again felt the salacious wickedness of a come filled pussy.
But for the first time that night, she had laid head to toe with her lover affectionately licking each other clean. And, again for the first time that night, their mutual cleaning led to an earth shaking orgasm. She had drenched Sam with her juices while she choked trying to swallow every spurt of his copious ejaculation.
They had lain next to each other in the humid tent. They stroked each other as they whispered the sweet nothings all lovers whisper after sex, even when those lovers were mother and son.
Jamie rose and walked across the carpeted floor to the shower. She stripped off her cotton gown. The steaming hot water felt good on her skin. She used her nylon scrongy to work up a good lather. Jamie thought about the coming day as she scrubbed each of her large breasts. She knew the next few days would be hectic.
They had an eight hour drive to State College to drop Sam off. For the umpty umpth time she felt the mixture of anxiety and lost at the thought. She placed one leg on the teak stool as she scrubbed her thighs and pussy.
As she washed her hair, she idly planned the last family breakfast for a while. She knew it needed to be hearty for her men. She smiled to herself..."her men"! She did have two men in her life. She loved them both mightily and differently.
She let the hot water rinse the remaining shampoo from her hair and body. She stepped from the shower and grabbed a big fluffy towel. Vigorously she dried her hair and body. She lingered briefly on her clit. The soft roughness was almost like Sam's tongue. She mentally shook herself. Behave, she thought laughing!
Jamie reached for her worn Terry cloth robe. She hesitated. Then she rummaged through her closet. She found the pink satin robe she was looking for. It was part of a role play outfit Henry had given her many Valentine's Days ago. It included an impossibly tiny thong and a shelf bra.
