This story and the chapters to follow are fiction. None of the characters exist and their names are all fictitious as well. Any names that match individuals in real life are purely a coincidence. But then...one never knows. Please read the previous story parts.
So...sit back and enjoy the adventures of Andrea and Jay. (And some other people in their lives.)
Yes, they go at it. You knew they would.
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Late May 2006 Savanah, Georgia.
Andrea’s was obsessed with her son.
She tried to focus by throwing herself in to her work. But as much as she tried, she couldn’t stop thinking of Jay and what they had done. Not only was she letting him eat her pussy, jerking him of and blowing him; she had let him fuck her in the ass! Her own son!
OK, so he wasn’t her biological son, she had finally told him, but she was all the mother he had ever known. Andrea had raised him like her own son. Her only son. In both their eyes, she was his mother and he her son. Having legally adopted him when he was a baby, she raised and loved him to manhood as a mother. And now was loving him in a different way. A forbidden erotic way.
That they were not blood relatives would not matter to the law much. She was having sex with her legal son. But it wasn’t just the legal side they were violating, but society’s rules of conduct. Sex in most of the world was to be between nonrelatives. A few places allowed second cousins to marry, but not anything closer than that. And the main reason was to prevent birth defects. All one had to look was at some places in the third world and the point was easily made. But Andrea saw sex with him for different reasons. Not for reproduction surely. She was older with two grown children. She wasn’t going to have children with him, was she?
They started their days in bed together. Their alarm would go off and they would turn to hug and kiss on the cheek. They saved the mouth kiss after they brushed their teeth. Love has its boundaries. But they often woke each other up with some groping that was not very motherly on her part, like stroking his cock. Or him fingering her ass crack, pussy or nipples.
At first, they had sex when they got up. But they found that they skipped their running and Andrea noticed herself pick up a pound in one week. That’s when they skipped the early sex and went back to their running. Before they left, Jay usually started coffee so it would be ready when they got back.
It was usually still dark when they returned, and they usually had sweaty sex after quickly washing his cock and her cunt. Those were their dirty boy and girl days. They reserved morning quickie sex for that. He usually tossed her over the couch and fucked her ass. Which is why they kept a towel and lubricant in the living room. But they always did showers separate in the morning or they would never leave the house. Then he made them some light breakfast which she ate after he left. School started before her banking hours.
She felt herself get more aroused than once during the day. Often at inopportune moments like a meeting with a client. But she managed to get through her days. By her last hour all she could think of was getting home. Home to see him...and touch him. She wanted to do so many things with him. She wanted to let him do so many things to her.
She felt so alive again!
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Jay went to classes...anything to keep his mind occupied. All he thought of was Andrea. Andrea on her knees or bend over all over the house. Andrea’s tits. Andrea’s ass. Andrea’s legs. Andrea’s pussy. He wanted it so bad.
He didn’t want anyone to ask him what he did and hoped he would not act suspiciously. He actually went to classes he had previously cut. A teacher made a comment about how nice it was to see him visit, which made Jay blush and look down. His mind kept going back to his first time inside her. He had to force his self to think of other things near the bell.
During lunch the guys and him drove to a fast food place or another. Young people can eat garbage food and still be healthy. They talked about who was doing what, whom and what schools they were going to. Jay made comments about girls passing by. He didn’t particularly want to, but it was expected of him. He found himself thinking of girls as women and thought it disrespectful to say nasty things. His comments were limited to general compliments.
They went back to classes and his mind drifted to his mother often. He got hard sitting in class and was glad there were fifteen minutes until bell. He started paying attention to his teacher droning on about some physics theory or something.
When class was over, he didn’t go hang out with the guys. As much as Andrea had stressed, they maintain their routine, he didn’t want to be near them. He was afraid he would let something slip. He drove to the library instead. It had been his place of refuge during junior high. He picked up a book he had read years ago and sat at his favorite table. The book had a familiar feel to it. Robert Heinlein’s Starship Troopers.
He could recite many lines from it. Jay had a copy at home, but this had been the copy he had first read. He stared at it...while his mind wandered to days past. Days of his childhood and dreams of adventure in space. “Listen up you apes. Do you want to live forever!” Sergeant Zim had been his childhood mentor. He wondered if the army sergeants were like that character. If his father was like the officers in the book. The thinking of a boy growing up.
‘I’m not a kid anymore.’ He thought as he put the book down and then replaced it on the shelf. As he walked out, he took a look back and said goodbye to his childhood.
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He thought of Andrea and got hard. He craved her.
Jay and Andrea’s life became different in the next four weeks. Work and school in the day. Sex in the evening. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. They had yet to fuck but Andrea didn’t want any sperm near her pussy for a full month of her being on the pill. They did other things instead...just about everything but her armpits as promised.
They used the hell out of the massage table, giving each other rubs and pleasure. She was amazed how easy he would get erect and how often. And how many times and how much he could cum. The privilege of male youth. He woke up with an erection, and she made sure he went to sleep without one. He made her cum as often as she wanted.
They got closer if possible. But they didn’t crowd each other...much. She decided to start writing again, and he respected her time when she was on her laptop. He would bring her a drink, give her a kiss and go back to his stuff. She would do the same. But when she was not around, he missed her.