The Groupie Ch. 02 by The_shadow_rising

The Groupie Ch. 02 by The_shadow_rising

Discover the passionate twists and turns in "The Groupie Ch. 02" by The_Shadow_Rising. Dive into a compelling adult sex story filled with intrigue, desire, and unforgettable encounters. Join the adventure now!<br/>

The Next Day

The sun rose on a sleepy Shorehaven that had been playing all night. The warmth in the air began to rise and the cloudless sky pearled a bright blue before long. It was a glorious day. And after the night before it seemed ripe for opportunities.

It was a day of adventure…and sex. Women who had been on their hands and knees the night before were curled up asleep, unaware of what this day would hold for them. Girlfriends who had been fucked by their boyfriends’ rivals were naked and ready to be railed once again. Wives who had their husbands’ best friends pounding them into the mattress were groaning again as they rode those men into oblivion. Sisters sucked off their brothers…and in one household a mother who had been fucked to delirium the night before stirred.

That household was the Thomas household. And that mother was Abigail Thomas. The beautiful, raven-haired knockout lay asleep in her bed next to her husband Mason, while her son – Nathan – the man who had rocked her world just a few hours before, lay exhausted in his bed a few rooms down the hallway.

The night had been kind to the mother and son. Not so much to the sleeping, unaware father. But oh the sex had been glorious. The first time that the pair had committed incest…and Nathan had cum down his mother’s throat and deep into her unprotected pussy after fucking her brains out on the sofa in the spacious lounge.

After their illicit encounter the pair had quietly, and separately, made their way upstairs to sleep. Abigail stripping down to her underwear so she could pull on her sleeping t-shirt before she climbed into bed with Mason. No sooner had her head hit the pillow than the well-fucked mother slipped into unconsciousness and dreamt happy dreams, perfectly content and satisfied.

The sun had risen for a couple of hours before its light and warmth stirred Abigail to awaken. The beautiful 36-year-old mother raised her arm to place it over her eyes as the sunlight shone through the curtains and caught her face. Mumbling to herself her big brown eyes flitted open slowly as sleep slipped away from her.

For a moment she just lay there, in a daze from waking up, but feeling perfectly content like she had never felt before. Every muscle felt relaxed and calm and her pussy felt warm and tingly. She hadn’t slept like that in a long time. And boy had she needed every second of it.

Slowly stirring, Abigail lowered her arm across her duvet-covered chest and looked over to Mason beside her. Her loving husband was fast asleep, mouth open, and snoring like a bone saw. Abigail smiled, in love, and reached a hand over to trace her husband’s fine features.

That was when memory crashed home. Thoughts of Nathan, her own 18-year-old son, slamming his cock in and out of her tightly gripping mouth as she sucked him off. Of him pounding her pussy into the sofa the night before, without a condom, before he pushed her over the coffee table and fucked her until he emptied his balls deep inside her. Memories of how she had felt every second of it. Of how and what had led up to it throughout the night. Of Nathan’s hands on her tits, squeezing and mauling and her shivering because it felt so good. And of Abigail screaming her lungs out because the sex had been so good.

As she stared at her sleeping husband’s face, memory flooded through the hot 36-year-old and a small smile curved her soft lips.

Mason was unaware of what had happened the night before. That much was obvious. He wouldn’t be sound asleep if he had known his wife had had sex with their son. Which meant that she had gotten away with it. Gotten away with incest. And the best sex of her life.

Boy, did that feel good! And from how she felt, she had never been so satisfied in all of her life!

Abigail didn’t feel regret at all. She knew she should feel guilty, for cheating on her husband as well as for having incestuous sex with her son! But she didn’t. If anything she felt happier. Closer to Nathan than ever before. And more of a woman and mother than ever before. Mason had never fucked her like Nathan had – with such lust and youthful abandon. Nathan had pounded her. Mason only ever made love to her.

So she didn’t feel guilty. She felt content and happy. And she knew that she would want to do it again. When, she had no idea. She was used to sex being every now and then with Mason. And she would have to time it so that she and Nathan wouldn’t be caught. But she was sure she wanted to do it again.

She had no doubt that Nathan would too after how horny he was for her last night. And if he felt guilty or reluctant, well, she would just have to flirt with him and see if she could awaken the monster inside his pants once again!

That thought twisted the brunette’s smile into a wicked grin. Oh her son had such a wonderful cock. Nice and big and thick. Mmmm. She couldn’t wait to feel that thing stretching her pussy and pounding her once again!

But she would have to wait, and she had no idea how long for, so it was best to calm down.

Stretching, Abigail leaned over to kiss her husband on the forehead – the same lips that had been around his son’s cock hours earlier. She then pulled the covers aside and stood up. Stretching again so that the long t-shirt rose up and arched over her voluptuous breasts, Abigail pulled the t-shirt up and tossed it onto the chair in the corner.

Naked except for her panties, Abigail padded over to the en-suite door and turned on the shower. Grabbing a towel, she headed into the en-suite and closed the door behind her, not locking it in case Mason woke up a little frisky.

Stepping into the shower she felt the warm water rain down on her back. Turning around she let the water wash over her large tits, where she could still feel her son’s hands on them and run down her flat stomach onto her well-fucked pussy.

The shower felt good, and Abigail washed away all the sweat from the night before and freshened herself up with rose-scented soap. Washing her hair, she stood in the falling water for a while longer just daydreaming of the night before as she let her hands wander all over her naked body. Fuck, but she felt good!

Nathan had really done her well. And fuck but she felt her pussy cry out for more of his attention! She almost let her fingers slip into her pussy as she stood there letting the water run down her, but it wouldn’t have felt half as good as when Nathan had been pounding her!

Abigail secretly wished that Mason would wake up, walk into the en-suite, and just take her in the shower. He may not be as good at sex as his son was, but he did have a nice cock and Abigail needed that right now. But sadly, Mason didn’t stir and fulfil her dreams and so Abigail was left humming all over and desperately trying to ignore it.

Sighing to herself, Abigail reluctantly turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Folding the towel around her sexy body she dried her hair with another towel and then headed back through into the bedroom.

Mason had rolled over but he was still sound asleep and so Abigail turned to the wardrobe and began sorting through clothes. What to wear today? She wondered. It felt like it was going to be another scorcher of a day and so she felt like wearing less than normal.

That just turned the beautiful brunette on even more. She was going to wear less around her son after their night of passion. Would he still be eager for her? Or would he regret what happened and act weirdly around her? Abigail hoped it was the former but would deal with the latter if it came up. She didn’t think it would seeing as how Nathan had been the one to instigate things last night, but she was a mother and she was always prepared to help her son be happy.

Seeing what she wanted to wear, Abigail took each piece out of the wardrobe and placed them on the bed. Then she found her hairdryer and began to dry her hair properly, not caring that the noise might wake Mason up. It didn’t, but still if she was up, he should be too.

Once dry, Abigail stood up and let her towel fall to her feet. She reached for her white lace panties and slipped them on, then took up her matching white lace bra and hooked it around her, pulling it into place to support her full tits before sliding the straps up her arms.

Then she reached for a pair of pale purple shorts and stepped into those, slipping them up so that they formed around her tight ass and showed off her long, smooth legs perfectly. After that, all the was left was an over-sized grey t-shirt, with a picture of a rainbow and a cute bear on it, that she pulled over her head. The t-shirt hung over her big 34E tits beautifully, showing off their full size and round shape, and how far they came out from her chest.

All in all she looked sexy, but in a toned down kind of way. And most of all she felt cool with the shorts and baggy t-shirt on. She wondered what her son would think of her legs after they had been wrapped around his waist earlier the night before. Or what he would think of the silhouette of her tits in the hanging t-shirt. She hoped his 18-year-old cock jumped to attention. God, she needed sex so badly!

Trying to ignore the humming in her pussy, Abigail bit her bottom lip and tossed her washing in the wash bin before she headed out the bedroom door. Walking passed Nathan’s room she was almost tempted to go in…maybe ride his dick until her husband woke up. Though who knew when that would be and she didn’t want to get caught! That and she had no idea what Nathan’s reaction to her would be yet. So she thought it best to wait to see him naturally.

And so Abigail made her way down stairs, all the while feeling her pussy churn and beg for big, hard cock that only her son could provide.

– – –

The sun was up and dancing in the sky when Nathan Thomas woke up from his deep sleep. He had slept like a log yesterday after using so much of his energy at the gig…and then after it. The night with his mother, he recalled as his eyes began to stir open, had left him drained – literally, in his balls and in how much oomph he had when he had climbed the stairs to bed.