“Aww fuck! Fuck!” Gale pulled back, increasing the pressure of Clay’s teeth on her nipple.
Clay grasped her ass. He slapped her ass with each hand in turn. The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed through the room.
“Slap my ass again, you good dick, motherfucker! Harder this time!”
Still pulling on her nipple with his teeth, Clay beat a tattoo of slaps on Gale’s jiggly ass. Her reaction was to increase her thrusting on his cock.
“You like pain, don’t you bitch?”
Gale nodded. “I can’t explain it! But I get pleasure from your cock in my cunt and the pain of you biting my nipple and smacking my ass goes right through me.”
“You’re a pain slut,” Clay gasped, thrusting into her spasming honey hole. He took the other nipple in his mouth and bit down hard.
Gale began the low keening sound Clay remembered from behind the barn. But they were just up the stairs from his mother-in-law and her sister.
He scooted up, his legs spread with Gale on her knees riding him. He wrapped one arm around her waist. He placed the hand of the other hand tightly over her mouth.
“Be quiet, bitch! Otherwise, they’ll see you riding my cock and cheating on your husband.”
Gale couldn’t breathe with Clay’s hand covering her mouth and nose. Simultaneously she was cumming, slipping in and out of consciousness. Like Anne, her orgasm was so intense that she thought she was dying.
Her body trembled with the intensity of her orgasm. She had never cum this hard in her life. She fell forward onto Clay’s chest. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.
“That was amazing, ” she gasped.
“You ain’t bad yourself!” Clay’s cum gushed out, filling her and washing up against her cervix like waves on an ocean.
“I’d better get dressed.” Gale felt his cock pulsing in her cunt, painting it with his spunk.
“Yeah! It could be hard to explain if they caught us,” Clay laughed. He stroked her sweating back, ending by smacking her ass.
“OUCH!” Gale sat up with his cock still in her. “Fuck ’em! I want more! I ain’t been fucked like that in a long time!”
Laughing, Clay pushed her off him and onto her back. Gale looked like a turtle on its back with her arms and legs in the air.
I DEFINITELY need a shower now, he thought!
“Come here!” Gale rolled to her side and sat on the edge of the bed. She beckoned Clay to come closer.
“Playtime is over! Get dressed!”
“No job is finished until the cleanup is done!”
“We’re going to get caught,” Clay warned, glancing at the open bedroom door as he stepped closer.
Gale took his cock in her mouth, not using her hands. Her tongue was almost prehensile as she caressed his semi-hard tool. She bobbed a few times and then pulled back.
“I could learn to like that taste!” Gale smacked her lips and then ran her tongue over them.
“Pussy or dick?” Clay smiled down at her.
“Your choice! I’ll always lick you clean! Now, if you mean you want to see me eat a pussy or watch me suck someone’s cock, say when!”
Clay tied his robe as he walked down the hall and the steps into the kitchen. Anne and Anne turned as he walked in the door.
“You guys finished?”
Clay cracked a wry smile at the unintended double entendre.
“For now,” he replied devilishly. “Gale is trying out the parental control settings one more time.”
Aunt Kate stood and started for the stairs. “Gale! Come on! I need to get back to the farm.”
Clay stepped between Aunt Kate and the stairs. “Why don’t you go on? I can drop Gale off!”
“Would you? “Kate embraced Clay. Her nose wrinkled at his aroma. She got moist between her legs and stepped back quickly.
“Sure, no problem! I’ve inconvenienced you enough.”
Aunt Kate embraced Anne and left.
“Why don’t I go with you when you drop Gale off? We can stop and have lunch,” Anne said.
Anne had made her decision. What happened between her and Clay was not necessarily in the past. But It was time to return to her role as mother and grandmother.
“Sounds good! I’ll take a shower.”
Chapter 09
Anne and Clay were sitting on the outdoor patio of a small bistro just off a small pond. A combination of umbrellas and shade trees warded off the sun, giving the impression of a cool retreat in a secluded glen.
Anne nibbled at her cucumber sandwich and sipped her Chardonnay, eyeing her son with amusement.
Clay was wolfing down a thick greasy hamburger and washing it down with a big stein of beer.
“What,” he said, laughing. “I’m hungry!”
“A few hours ago, you complained that death would be better than the hangover. Now you’re eating that disgusting hamburger!”
“I’m a growing boy,” he chuckled, gulping down the ice-cold beer. “Besides, I learned in college that the best cure for a hangover is the hair of the dog or a big meal.”
“You should add noisy sex to that list. Aunt Kate and I heard you guys going at it upstairs.”
“Oh, my God! What did she say?”
“not much! She and I know that little Clark is your son. We figured that out as soon as we discovered Gale was pregnant.”
“So you and Aunt Aunt Kate knew all of the time. Why didn’t you say something?”
“Aside from the social and legal implications of incest, the impact on any children produced would follow them for the rest of their lives. We decided to marry her off and separate you two.”
Clay mulled that while finishing his meal. He agreed with their rationale and made a mental note to get to know his son. One of the bones of contention between him and his ex was she didn’t want children.
“Clay, there’s one more issue we may have to deal with. It involves you and me.”
“Look, momma. We did what we did! We can’t undo it.”
“It’s more complicated than that! Your father and I marriage is on the skids; it has been for some years now. We haven’t had sex in months, and I suspect he has someone else.”
“Wow! I knew you guys were having trouble. I was hoping you would work them out.”
“That’s neither here nor there. The issue at hand is I stopped taking birth control pills several months ago. My body never tolerated them well, and as I entered menopause, my gynie and I decided to stop using them.”
Clay had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He recognized where this conversation was going. Though neither of them had a clear memory of the events of that night, the evidence was they fucked several times, and he ejaculated in his mother.
“Wait! Are you telling me you might be pregnant?”
“I am pregnant, Clay! I took one of those over-the-counter tests, and it was positive!”
“Jesus H. Fucking Christ! What the hell are we going to do?”
“We have the option of the morning-after pill. However, I’m not sure about that.”
Clay started to urge his mother to get the pill. It would solve the problem of her pregnancy. However, the issue of their new relationship had to be dealt with. However, he sensed a reluctance.
“You don’t want to take the pill, do you?
“No, I don’t.”
“What to you want to do”? His stomach roiled as he asked the question and anticipated the answer.
“I want to have the baby!”
Clay slumped in the chair. “I will support you in your decision. However, let’s think about the impact of you having your son’s baby.”
“Look, Clay! I understand the impact. I’m a 48-year-old, soon-to-be divorcee carrying my son’s baby! This pregnancy and the years after it are going to be rough. But this is my last chance to grab the brass ring. I want this baby!”
“I’m not going to pretend that I understand your motivation. But I’ll be here for you, and I’ll be a father to OUR baby! One question, though. What about us? ”
“You mean us having sex on an ongoing basis? I wouldn’t do that to you, sweetie. You must date women your age, perhaps get married, and give me grandchildren.”
“So you don’t want to have sex with me?”
“Clay, I’m carrying OUR baby! It wasn’t an immaculate conception! We fucked, and I enjoyed it! I want more! One day, you’ll find Miss Right. You’ll get married and have babies, lots of babies!”
She covered her son’s hand on the table with hers.
“And I’ll be your side bitch!”
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