Catching on, Julie finished out the plan, “And by then, I will have been able to explain to Cliff how I was ready to transition out of Canada, after setting up my son for a successful career. That’s brilliant Dylan!”
Dylan puffed on his fingernails and rubbed them against his chest indicating that he agreed with her assessment.
“But what would be the timeline, Dylan? How long would this last before we got divorced?”
If Dylan was in charge of the plan, he thought to himself, the timeline would be ‘never’. They would always remain married. But he needed to give his mom some hope to assuage her motherly guilt.
“That’s a good question, Mom. I’m not sure. I think we just take it day by day and see how it goes.”
Dylan’s answer seemed wise and acceptable to Julie. Now that her son had created a plan that seemed to minimize most of her concerns, Julie was eager to once again live out her Canadian real estate dream. She loved buying and selling houses with her son in their exciting metropolitan market. As long as they had a way out of this second marriage at some point, why rush it?
They arrived at the downtown condo complex just as the sun was setting.. “Let’s go check out this penthouse, Dylan. If we can get it at a good price, most of our problems will be solved.”
As they visited the penthouse suite, Julie was more impressed with it than she remembered. How had it not sold in all that time? Floor to ceiling windows almost 20 feet high in places, a gourmet kitchen and spacious entertaining area. It had two bedrooms and she was already thinking how they could use the space as a type of headquarters, even holding meetings there with potential clients.
Dylan sat at the furnished kitchen table with Julie, showing her how the numbers worked. While it would be a huge investment, they had enough for the down payment and a plan for how to pay the monthly mortgage on it.
Soon they were emailing the owner with a unique offer. They knew he was anxious to sell. It was so exciting! Closing the laptop they gave each other a high five, hoping to find out the next day if they had bought their first property.
“Mom, if we get this place, I’m going to give you the biggest kiss ever!” Dylan proclaimed.
“No you are not! These lips are mine!” she replied, somewhere between serious and joking.
“Oh really. I just remember how those lips of yours pressed into mine for a second helping at our wedding!” Dylan jabbed, causing her to immediately smile. It had been a good kiss she had to admit.
The two of them walked around the space one more time, discussing how they could use the space. They stood gazing at the beautiful views, the city lights beginning to appear as the night took over. Before locking up and hitting the road for home, Julie couldn’t help but open the laptop and look at her email one more time to check if their offer had been accepted.
Suddenly Dylan heard her mom scream, “They accepted the offer Dylan! We bought a Penthouse!”
“No way!” he yelled, as they ran into each other’s arms, hugging each other tightly, swinging around in a circle like newlyweds.
They leaned back, Julie’s arms wrapped around Dylan’s neck, her son’s hands resting on her lower back. Julie looked into Dylan’s eyes, surprisingly ready for the kiss her son had promised her, but not directly asking for it. As he leaned in, Julie met him halfway, eager to experience more forbidden fruit.
As their lips intertwined once again, their pleasure soon exceeded their wedding kiss. Almost in unison, they began testing the waters further, inserting their tongues into each other’s mouths like ships passing in the night. Their dormant passions were violently released, kissing each other deeply, angling their heads allowing for maximum intimacy.
The hardwood floors and glass walls echoed back their heavy breathing as Dylan sucked on his mom’s lips, their saliva intermingling. His hands drifted quickly to his mom’s round ass, palming her butt cheeks pressed tightly within her skirt. Julie’s body shivered, Dylan’s hands feeling electric against her flesh. She pushed her own body into her son’s, her son’s bulging crotch now close to her moist pussy. Julie moaned into her son’s mouth, her body releasing audible sighs of pleasure.
They continued feeding on one another for several minutes, drinking in each other’s juices, their love and lust finally colliding. The day’s foreplay had put their respective libidos on high, both seeking release for their biological sex drive. The city lights shining through the massive windows into the dim penthouse created a scene fit for their passionate escapade.
Julie dug her fingernails into Dylan’s shoulders, pressing her ripe bosom against his firm chest, her body aching for intimacy with her new husband. She had never had her body feel so out of control before. Nor had she felt someone so strongly in control over her. Her son’s hands were roaming around her curvy body, rubbing and grabbing her flesh like his own personal playground. She felt her son move his right hand up her torso and grab her left breast, marking new territory.
“Aaaaaahhh,” escaped her mouth. Julie was surprised how immediate her son caused that reaction in her. She saw their vague reflection in the window, impressed by how sexy and natural they looked.
Julie felt her son’s right hand begin to squeeze her breast. Her body’s arousal had weakened her motherly resolve. Still, she attempted to pull his hand down from her chest.
“No Dylan…..we shouldn’t…….we shouldn’t be doing this.”
Her son continued his assault on her mouth, Julie unable to resist the feel of his warm tongue caress her moist entrance.
“Dylan….we need to….we need to….stop.” Breathless, Julie continued her attempt to restrain her son and prevent any further impropriety she might regret.
Dylan turned his attention to kissing his mom’s neck, something that sent shivers down to her toes.
“I’m serious, Dylan. This has to stop! We shouldn’t keep doing this. I’m married to your father. This isn’t right.”
Dylan moved from her neck up to her lips again, gently placing sensual kisses on her mouth, occasionally sucking on her bottom lip.
Looking into her eyes, Dylan assured her. “Don’t worry, Mom. Right now you are only married to one person. And that one person is me. We’re not doing anything wrong.”
As Dylan plunged his tongue back into her mouth, she admitted that what they were doing actually felt very right. His hands continued to massage her round ass, pushing her body into his. His noticeable hard-on evoked conflicting emotions within her. She leaned up on her toes, brushing her crotch against her son’s erect penis. But her motherly instinct was slowly pushing a wave of shame to the front of her mind. She placed both hands up on her son’s chest, trying to push him away.
“No more, Dylan. This needs to stop now!” she said more firmly.
Dylan only wrapped her tighter in her arms, his mouth enveloping her once again.
“Mmmmmm,” reverberated from Julie’s throat. She hinged her jaw as wide as possible to once again receive as much of her son in her mouth. She extended her own tongue impossibly far, her body enjoying the oral intercourse. Her hands remained on her son’s chest, as she weakly tried to push him away.
“No….Dylan……stop…..mmmmmm…..we..can’t……aaaaaahhhhh…….mmmmmm……no.”
Dylan grabbed one of her hands and pulled it down to his cock, swelling in his slacks. Julie’s hand immediately squeezed her son’s member, almost naturally, as if claiming it as her property. Even in the heat of the moment, she realized that her son’s cock size was considerably larger than his father’s. Dylan’s other hand once again landed on her chest, grasping a piece of his own territory.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhh,” Julie moaned loudly toward the ceiling, her back arching in erotic delight. This almost climactic response seemed to knock her to her senses, the realization of what she was doing with her son becoming clear. Removing her hand from Dylan’s cock, she forcefully pushed her son away, finally creating measurable space between them.
“No! Dylan! No more!” She said firmly, her high heels clicking loudly on the hardwood floor. Julie knew she needed to move her body far from the magnetic hold her son had on her. She sat down on the leather couch and put her head in her hands, emotionally spent. Now sitting, she realized how her panties were fully saturated with the juices from her aroused pussy. Facing the shameful reality of the situation, she felt like weeping.
Dylan sat down beside her and put a loving hand on her back.
“Mom, don’t be too hard on yourself. This is all my fault. I love you so much. You are the most amazing mother, the most amazing realtor, and now, the most amazing wife,” Dylan said.
A moment later, he continued in a somewhat sarcastic tone. “And I have never had a wife as awesome as you!”
His childish humor brought a small giggle from Dylan’s mom.
“Everything is going to be OK,” her son continued. “We will figure this out. Let’s just take it one day at a time, OK?” Dylan continued to rub the center of her back, showing that he knew how to touch her body both sexually and compassionately.
“And I meant what I said. You are the best mom in the world. You are the best realtor I know. You are an awesome wife to my dad, Cliff. And now you are an awesome wife to me. And I don’t care how guilty or ashamed you feel, I will always love you and respect you.”
As Dylan paused, Julie looked down at her feet. “I know Son,” she admitted quietly. “I just don’t like losing control of myself like that.”
Standing up, Dylan grabbed her hand and pulled her up beside him. “Well get used to it, because your husband is not going to keep his hands or lips off of you for long!” Dylan confessed, trying to lighten the mood.
“Oh, is that so?” she responded boldly, a sparkle in her tone and grin on her face. She leaned in as if to kiss him on the lips.
“Ooowww,” Dylan screamed, pulling back. At the last moment Dylan’s mom grabbed Dylan’s nipples and twisted them powerfully.
“That’s what you get for being a bad son and taking advantage of your mother!” Julie said to Dylan firmly, though still smiling.
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