“See, now doesn’t that feel better letting it out,” she says.
“A little but it still feels wrong,” I say back.
“So what happened next?” She says while placing her elbow on the table and resetting her chin in the palm of her hand.
“I told him to relieve himself so… he did.”
“Details Stacy, details,” she says.
“He…came.”
“I figured as much but you’re in a tight sleeping bag. Not a whole lot of room for his cum to just explode all over,” she says.
“He did it over top of me so it ended up landing on my hip and thigh.”
“Oh my, that’s so sexy. You should have just fucked him,” she replies.
I instinctively look down at the floor, not saying a word.
“Wait…did you?” she perks her head up off her hand.
“I didn’t think he was awake and I was so worked up I may have slipped it in.”
“That’s my girl. I bet it was the best sex you’ve ever had in your life.”
My mind wonders for a brief moment, reliving the pleasure before responding. “Not to change the subject, but how can you find everything I’m telling you so interesting. Normal people would be disgusted with what I just shared.”
“Well, I’m not normal now am I?” Julie says while standing up. She takes a few long strides over to me until we are only about a foot away from each other.
“Your desire for Jason resonates with me. It reminds me of my own past,” she says while gently placing her soft palm to the side of my face.
“My father and I had a very close relationship. Similar to yours and Jason’s, one could say. You remember me telling you about my mother passing away, right?”
With her hand still pressing to the side of my cheek, I nod yes.
“While we both took it hard, Daddy was devastated. He was an absolute mess. I had to be there for him. Be his rock during that terrible time. I had to make sure he knew his daughter would never leave his side. So I took care of him, in every way my mother did.”
Her hand gently slides down my face and around to the back of my neck while she speaks. “So you see, I understand your love for Jason. Your willingness to comfort and please him but also your deeper desires.”
She leans forward while pulling me close. The moment our lips touch a small static electric charge ignites causing us to both jerk our heads back before our eyes lock again.
“We can’t do this. Not again,” I say while pushing her arm off of my neck. I turn and walk out of the kitchen and into the living room.
“Sorry, I was just caught up in the moment,” she says while following me. I sit down on the couch while she sits down next to me.
“It was a one time thing. I was going through a rough time with Tyler and those texts I found. It was a moment of weakness,” I say, reaffirming my decision.
“You’re right. Let’s change the subject,” she says.
Over the next half hour we talked about work, career ambitions and fitness while drinking the bottle of wine she brought. As much as I liked the small distraction, the only thing on my mind was the conversation beforehand; everything that I confided in her and everything she told me.
“I have to ask. How did the stuff with you and your father turn out?” I say.
“What do you mean?” She responds back.
“Well, you made it sound like you’ve done stuff with him similar to what has happened with Jason and I. How did it turn out over the years? Do you still keep in touch? How is your relationship?”
“Our relationship is great. I was just over there Friday and he fucked the life out of me,” She says while raising her eyebrows.
“Wait what? You two are still…” I say before Juile cuts me off.
“Oh my yes. We’ve never stopped.”
I stare at her for a few moments, not knowing what to say next. My future flashes before my eyes, picturing Jason and I continuing and expanding our lives with each other over the years. “I just assumed as you got older, you or him would have moved on.”
“Gosh no, it’s only made our bond stronger. Once a daddy’s girl, always a daddy’s girl I guess,” she says while giving a quick wink. She scoots a little closer to me before our knees touch. “As you’ve experienced first hand, there’s nothing like the embrace of a loved one. Right?”
I shift my gaze away from her. “I uhh…”
“Just admit it. Once you’re able to give in, things will be a lot better. You need to stop playing tug of war with yourself. You are who you are, and you want what you want. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“But he’s my son and I’m a married woman,” I say.
“Look at me Stacy.” Her demanding voice requires attention. My eyes shift back to hers. “I’m not even going to get into the whole Tyler debate because we both know he’s a cheating asshole. My question is, do you love your son?”
“Of course, with all my heart,” I respond.
“And do you want to fuck him again?” Say asks.
I hesitate again, not wanting to answer her.
“Damn it Stacy, just answer the question.” Her voice raises.
“YES!” I yell out.
She moves even closer now, our bodies touching one another. “See, we are the same in that aspect. I understand exactly how you feel. How much you desire him. How you can’t stop thinking about him. How he makes you feel when he’s around.”
She slides her hand over my tight black yoga pants and up my thigh. “Not able to keep his cock out of your mind, right?”
I nod my head yes, imagining his hard dick as soon as she mentioned it. She leans in closer as her breasts press up against mine. Her hand wanders further up to my crotch. “Let me ask you this, when you were fucking his wonderful cock, did you let him cum inside of you when he was finshed?”
I nod my head once again. Before I have a chance to react, she lunges forward and kisses me deeply. This time she’s not met with any resistance. Instead, I embrace the moment, reciprocating the kiss. Wasting no time, her hand quickly slides under the fold of my pants. She breaks our lips before speaking. “I bet that was the best feeling of your life. Having your son cum inside of your yearning pussy. Making you feel so complete. I absolutely adore when Daddy cums in me. It makes me feel so loved, so special.”
At this point, her fingers have already found my clit and are massaging it intensely. The words to make her stop are at the edge of my lips but they just can’t seem to find their way out. My knees part a bit more, allowing her better access as she slides her body and leg over mine. Her hand continues to pleasure me while she nibbles and whispers in my ear. “I bet right now all you can think about is Jason filling you up again. Holding you, loving you, fucking you.” Her lips speak while nuzzling my flesh. Goosebumps erupt all over my body as her words fill my imagination.
“Ramming his gorgeous dick inside the one place it belongs, the one place that’s always so warm and welcoming. His mother’s tender…” She pauses before shifting her body down while at the same time repositioning her hands to my waistband. With a forceful yank and a little arch of my hips, the thin fabric strips down my legs.
“Sweet…” She pulls the rest of my pants off my right leg, leaving the left side hanging on. This gives her clear access to me since I don’t have any undergarments on. Julie’s now kneeling on the floor between my legs while I sit on the couch, legs spread eagle.
“Pussy.” She finishes her sentence while each of her hands make their way up my delicate thighs, pushing on them a bit to spread my legs even wider. Her mouth latches onto me producing immediate pleasure. This is far more than what took place many months ago. That was just a kiss. A kiss that happened in a moment of weakness. Story of my life it seems.
Fuck she’s good at this.
As much as I want to tell her to stop, I want her to keep going more. I rock my hips a bit, enough to show her I’m enjoying her generosity. Why not indulge in the moment? It’s not like my husband ever does this to me. Hell, I honestly can’t remember that last time we were intimate together. Not since I saw those texts. He may have denied that anything was going on but nobody sends texts like that when they’re married.
I shed all thought of disapproval, negativity and what I should or should not be doing. Instead, I just let the moment be. I place my hand on the back of her head and use it to guide her mouth around my clit. Not that I actually need to, it just turns me on more. Her lips suck while her wet tongue glides its way over my sensitive sweet spot.
Her nails dig into my thighs as she becomes more forceful with her actions. Her lips aggressively clamp down tighter. This provokes me to intertwine my fingers through her hair, gaining a solid grasp before pressing her face firmly to my pussy. My orgasm is now on the bleeding edge of erupting while my hips contine rotating in small circles around her mouth.
“Fuck yes,” I whimper as the barely audible words escape my mouth. Julie’s tempo is now at full tilt as her saliva begins to run down her chin and my thighs. I can’t hold back any longer, nor do I intend to. I let go of her hair and place both my arms behind my head, gripping the back of the couch and using it as a brace while my hips buck wildly into her face.
I scream in pleasure while my orgasm explodes like a stick of dynamite, something I’ve been longing to do for quite some time. She continues to satisfy me as my legs quiver and shake around her head. I revel in the pure bliss brought on by Julie and her sweet mouth, trying to hang onto the moment for as long as possible.
My orgasm vanishes as abruptly as it began, now being replaced with sensitivity. She takes one last nuzzle before unlatching her mouth and climbing up my body, kissing my delicate skin along the way. Now face to face, she kisses me again. Her wet slippery face pushes against mine, forcing me to taste myself on her lips. Something I’ve never done before. It takes a moment but I actually enjoy the aroma more than I thought I would.
report “Seems like you enjoyed that,” she says as we part our lips.
“I did, it was amazing.” As I say the last word, Tyler’s diesel truck pulls into the driveway. I know the sound of his truck anywhere. “Shit, Tyler’s home”.
I push Julie to the side and scramble to pull my leggings back on. I manage to pull the one legging back through so it’s no longer inside out and put them on correctly before turning the television on and sitting back down on the couch. Julie just watches and smiles, almost poking fun at me while I frantically try to act normal.
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