Author's Note:
I'm not normally influenced by readers' requests for more. Once I finish a story I'm done with it although I often write sequels linking characters from different stories together. But I agreed with most readers that there was another chapter left in this story so I wrote Chapter 4. Please leave a comment and tell me what you think.
Chapter Four -- Unfinished Business
Emily sat in the centre of the bed facing the door. She was dressed in a red satin negligée with spaghetti straps and matching red satin panties. Her legs were sheathed in flesh-toned fully-fashioned stockings featuring black backseams, heel and toe reinforcements and welts. The stocking-tops were clipped to a black satin and lace garter belt. She wore cherry-red fuck-me pumps, her makeup was heavy and her flaming red hair was stylishly coiffed and she reeked of Dior Poison.
She heard the creak on the stairs and began to shiver a little even though it wasn't particularly cold.
This was how her late husband Buddy demanded she prepare for him. He told her what to wear, how to pose and which toys to lay out. Buddy was very specific about how he posed her while he did the things he liked to do to her.
Her son entered the bedroom and all thoughts of Buddy dissipated.
"You look beautiful mom and you're wearing my favourite perfume," Richard smiled at his mother with love and adoration.
"Come here son and let me take care of you," Emily beckoned, hooking her red-lacquered fingernail at him and Richard shucked out of his bathrobe and approached the bed.
He was already hard, his manhood standing proud from his tanned, toned body, his handsome face full of rapture.
Richard climbed on the bed and his mother welcomed him into her arms and they kissed tenderly. She resisted reaching for his phallus even though she yearned to touch it. For the last week they had been fucking like rabbits, unable to resist each other. Richard liked to get naked and greet his mother at the door when she came home from work dressed in her business suit. He would press his lips to hers and ravish her while she was fully-clothed, tearing open her blouse, hiking up her skirt, lifting her petite body so that she had to wrap her arms and legs around him while he carried her to the couch or the kitchen countertop or the dining table.
He'd pull down her panties and tear out the crotch of her pantyhose and taste the sweet nectar of her vaginal juices, bringing her to extremis with his lips and tongue while she scissored her gossamer-sheathed legs against his face, indulging his fetish for her nylons. Then he'd clamp his mouth to hers and enter the sodden vaginal passage through which he had entered the world and fuck his mother until they both climaxed, pawing at other, screaming obscenities, slaking their incestuous desires.
Afterwards Emily would go to her room and change and join him for dinner and they would talk like mother and son but there was an undercurrent of sexual tension between them and they would retire early to his mother's bedroom and spend hours exploring each other's bodies before they surrendered to their desires and made love in the big bed. Richard would spend the night, returning to his room in the wee hours so that Katerina, his mother's housekeeper, would find his bed slept in and his clothes discarded.
Emily had gone bowling straight after work. She played in a mid-week women's bowling league with her friends Elspeth Longmire, Silvia Swanson, Melissa Mitchum and Susan Connaught because it was important that she didn't change her routine or lifestyle. It was vital that no one suspected what was going on in the Carter household.
On bowling nights Emily's 'girls' wore matching uniforms consisting of skater-dresses in their blue and yellow team colours. The sleeveless form-fitting dresses were made from a high-quality blend of polyester and spandex with a mid-thigh length flared silhouette and snug waistline. They wore yellow spandex full-cut bikini panties over tan pantyhose because their skirts flew up when they bowled.
Richard had begun to molest Emily as soon as she came through the door, eager to get to his mother dressed in the form-fitting skater dress but she had fought him off and told him to wait. She was sweaty and her mouth tasted of beer and nachos and she wanted her son to experience her full femininity. She told him that she would wear the skater dress for him another day when they were home alone but for now he should be patient and come up to her bedroom in half an hour.
It was worth the wait. The feel of the cool, sleek sheathlike negligée against his bare flesh felt wonderful. His mother was embarrassed about her little pot belly but Richard found it very sexy. He adored mature women and their bodies excited him, he had no time for skinny little gym-junkies. He kissed her deeply, tasting her lipstick and inhaling her perfume. Then he suckled on his mother's breasts while his hands explored her petite body, snaking down the contours of her trunk, lingering on her slim waist and stroking her little belly.
Emily guided his hand down her body and slipped his fingers under the hem of her negligée and he caressed her thighs. He adored the feel of her gossamer stocking-tops and played with the clasps on her garters, snaking a finger along one until he found the soft bare flesh above her stockings.
His mother shuddered and her tongue slid into his mouth, further igniting his passion. Richard sought his mother's cleft and found it freshly shaved at his request. He could feel the mound of her pubis through her panties, her labial slit a little damp. He pressed a finger into the cleft and parted her vulva and his mother gasped as his fingertip pressed the slinky satin against her clitoris.
She reached for her son's rod and found it steely-hard, the velvety skin of the shaft lined with pulsing veins, the mushroomed glans soft and yielding and dribbling pre-ejaculate. She scooped up the precious dewy droplets and massaged them into his quivering phallus. She liked to suck on it but right now she wanted her son deep inside her. They were spending the tonight together and there was plenty of time to explore each other's fantasies but right now she needed a good fucking.
Emily reclined on the big bed pulling Richard down on top of her. His big cock pressed into her belly while his fingers slid inside her panties and parted her labia. He slid two fingers inside his mother's warm, wet vagina and pressed his thumb on her clitoris. She groaned and pulled his face to hers and kissed him deeply.
"Put it in me Richard. Fuck your mother," she bit his earlobe and arched her body in a wanton display of lust.
Emily guided Richard's cock inside the gusset of her panties and nestled it in her dewy cunt lips. He pushed his mother down into the bed and drove his engorged phallus into her steamy quim. Emily locked her legs around him and scissored them, knowing that the feel of her stockings on his flesh would drive him wild, she raked his flanks with her high heels, encouraging him like a jockey driving a mare to finish a race.
Richard fucked his mother with long slow strokes, feeling her cunt cling to his manhood as he withdrew it and then drove it back inside her all the way, grinding his pubis into hers so that her clitoris was stimulated. His mother felt small and yielding beneath him, her negligée gliding across her belly, her stockings sliding on his skin as he kissed her and held her tight and quickened the pace.
She howled into his mouth and wrapped her arms and legs around him and pulled him close as she shuddered and mewled and moaned as her climax peaked. Richard drove his cock all the way inside his mother and released his issue deep inside her vagina as is spasmed around his swollen member, expressing his seed.
Mother and son clung to each other as they orgasmed together. As their passions peaked and began to subside they lay in each other's arms; mother and son kissing, cuddling and expressing their need, desire and love for each other until Richard was ready to go again.
*****
In the early hours of the morning Richard disentangled himself from his mother's embrace and slunk back to his bed and fell into a deep sleep. He didn't know where his mother got her stamina. She was an early riser and either went jogging or went for a bike ride or did yoga every morning before she went to work at nine. He on the other hand liked to sleep in.
When they embarked on their incestuous relationship they established some ground rules and agreed that they already had a pretty good cover story to justify Richard's presence in the house. His wife Victoria had kicked him out and was in the process of serving him with divorce papers. Richard was under a lot of stress and had left the two automobile dealerships that he managed in Mirfield under the supervision of his deputy Robert Stevenson who was more than capable of overseeing operations while Richard tried to get his life in order.
