Abigail shut her mouth and swallowed her dick-tasting saliva. It almost made her moan. God, she needed to be fucked by that impressive member once again!
“Then what’s keeping you? Come on! I found a game on TV!” Mason said as he clapped his son on the back with his free hand. Beer in the other.
Nathan smiled weakly and nervously, clearly relieved that he and Abigail hadn’t been caught but desperate to feel her around his cock again.
“Don’t be too long.” Mason said to Abigail as he eyed the dirty dishes she had yet to clean up like she had said.
“I won’t. Be right there.” Abigail responded and finally breathed for the first time as he and Nathan made their way out of the room, her son glancing back at her with a cheeky ‘phew’ but cheekily ‘that was close’ look on his face.
Abigail’s eyes sparkled and she looked back at him with yearning hunger.
Nathan walked on behind his father, into the lounge, as Abigail began cleaning up. The two love birds had been close to getting caught, but that only turned both of them on even more. Especially when they thought of what they had been doing when Mason had nearly caught them. It was illicit. It was wrong. It was incest. It was hot. And they both needed more. And they were going to get it, one way or another.
– – –
Abigail stood in the kitchen and leaned against the counter, breathing hard. She was so turned on right now. She couldn’t believe that she had almost been caught by Mason sucking her own son’s dick! That was just so hot!
She couldn’t believe that she had been sucking her own son’s dick! Again! The night before was like the best dream ever and now it hit home just how real it had been. She had had sex with her son. She was going to have sex with him again. And again. And again.
She was cheating on Mason and having an affair…with her own 18-year-old son! This was just too hot for words. And there was no doubt any longer that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Fuck! She needed him so badly right now, but she had no idea how to get him alone with Mason in the house.
“Just calm down. It’ll all work out as it’s meant to.” She said to herself softly, breathing in deeply in a way that did impressive things to her t-shirt covered chest.
That seemed to help. Well, sort of. Her pussy was still humming for her son’s attention but at least her mind wasn’t reeling anymore.
Taking another deep breath to still herself more, Abigail pushed herself off the counter, turned around and washed up, and then walked out of the kitchen and through into the lounge.
Mason was sitting in his chair watching the television – a game had been put on and he was deeply immersed – while Nathan was sitting on the sofa, equally engrossed but tapping the arm of the chair as if nervous. Abigail was certain it was sexual frustration on her son’s part, but that could have just been her own desires projecting onto the eighteen-year-old.
Walking in she looked at where to sit and then immediately chose next to Nathan. Sitting down on the sofa she gave her son a warm, meaningful smile as he glanced up at her with fire in his eyes – she may have been right about the sexual frustration thing – but it was Mason who turned to her first.
“Glad you can finally sit down and chill out. No need to be busy today. It’s too hot!” He said as he smiled over at his wife.
“Mom is too hot, that’s for sure.” Nathan jumped in, meaning one thing but his father took it for another.
“She needs to cool down. We can chill here for a bit before getting on with the shelving unit.” Mason said caringly.
“Sounds like a plan. I love being with the two men I love most.” Abigail replied with a shared smile for both of them. But with an added wink for her son.
Mason grinned at her and reached over for her hand, holding it briefly and squeezing before he let go and turned back to the television.
For a few minutes the three of them just watched television, then Nathan turned to her when he noticed his dad was engrossed.
“You do look hot today, mom.” He whispered and Abigail smiled pleasedly.
“You don’t look bad yourself.” She replied softly, her eyes falling to where his cargo trousers tented up. “Definitely not too bad.” She added insinuatingly.
“God, I wish we were alone. I’d fuck you so hard right now.” Nathan said gently as his fingers began rapping on the arm of the sofa swiftly.
Abigail blushed at that, mostly because she was so turned on and that was so hot, and exactly what she needed, but she also looked around to see if Mason had heard. He hadn’t, he was still deeply in to the TV and Nathan had spoken quietly, but that just made it that much hotter!
“I’d love that.” She said back just as softly. “But I don’t know when we’ll be able to be alone again.” She added with regret.
Nathan’s fingers drummed harder and faster. He looked around and at his dad for a moment and then grinned as an idea came to him.
“Maybe we don’t need to be alone for everything.” He said before he got up to grab a blanket off the back of the other chair.
Spreading it over the two of them, Nathan smiled at his mother.
“I may not be able to fuck you, but I can do something else.” He said with a whisper before he slid his hand under the blanket and moved it, with a look at Mason, over to her shorts-covered pussy.
The moment his fingers touched her covered pussy Abigail felt a bolt of lightning shoot right through her. Here she was, sitting next to her son on the sofa he had fucked her on the night before, with her husband mere feet away, with her own son’s fingers probing her humming, wet pussy through her shorts!
Abigail stifled a loud moan at the eroticness of the situation and instead shivered and took a deep breath. Fuck but his fingers felt good as they rubbed her pussy through her shorts.
“Nate, your dad’s right there!” She whispered furiously after she caught her breath. Fuck but her eyes fluttered as she felt fire building in her loins.
“Hot, isn’t it?” Nathan replied just as softly and mischievously. “You’re such a naughty wife. And a naughtier mother letting your son play with your pussy.”
Abigail quickly cast a look over at Mason again, to see if he had noticed anything or heard Nathan. He was still in the television though. Abigail breathed a sigh of relief and then closed her eyes as Nathan continued to rub her pussy.
And then it happened.
Nathan moved his fingers slowly up until he reached the bottom of her t-shirt. Pushing it up he let his hand find the button on her shorts. Popping it open he pressed his fingers against her and slid them down into her shorts. Finding her pussy once again was easy. Slipping a finger into the wetness was even easier.
His thumb played with her clit tenderly as two of his fingers sank into her and this time Abigail did moan though breathily and softly.
Casting another worried glance at Mason – who STILL hadn’t noticed or heard anything – Abigail slouched on the sofa, giving Nathan perfect access to her pussy. And Nathan took every advantage he had. No sooner had she moved than his fingers began to move faster, jacking in and out of her quickly as his thumb rubbed circles around her clit.
“Do you like that, mom?” He asked her with a cheeky grin. Emphasising that she was his mother.
“Yes!” Was all Abigail could manage to stammer out, lest she groan loudly.
She was moaning softly now and whimpering as she wanted to cry out. She was being fingered by her son! Right next to her husband, his dad!
“Fuck!” She whispered to him and leaned her head back.
Nathan grinned and slid a third finger into her – it was the best he could do with such a sharp angle into her pussy – and Abigail shuddered. His fingers reached deep inside her, though not as deep as his 10-inch cock would have. But fuck, they scratched the itch she had inside her desperately! More so with them being so bold with where and how they were doing this…and getting away with it!
“Fuck, your pussy feels good!” Nathan breathed as he continued to jack his fingers into her.
“Your fingers feel incredible! Keep doing this and I’m going to cum right here!” Abigail moaned softly. She could feel her orgasm already building inside her because of what she was doing, who with, and where!
“Just imagine it’s my big dick pounding you again like last night. It will be again soon.” Nathan said, this time a little louder and Abigail once again looked at Mason to see if he had heard.
Nathan just grinned as he too looked at his unaware father. He was proud of what they were doing and turned on by it. Abigail was just horny right then and desperate for her son’s touch. She would have done anything to keep him fingering her right then. She needed it.
“Mmmm, I wish it was your dick! I can’t wait for you to fuck me again!” Abigail purred, also just a little louder. This was dangerous. She knew she was getting off on what they were doing right next to Mason, but she didn’t want to get caught.
That’s when an illicitly sexy thought hit the beautiful mother and she smiled wickedly as she lifted her head. First, she looked at Mason, and then she turned with horny eyes on her son.
“God, I love your dick so much!” She said softly and then slid one of her own hands beneath the blanket and grabbed hold of Nathan’s hard bulge.
“Fuck!” Nathan breathed and then shivered with lust as Abigail began hurriedly undoing his cargo pants.
Nathan helped her with his free hand, while his hand inside her rubbed and pumped faster and harder as he got more turned on.
Abigail fished his cock out of his pants under the blanket and wrapped her hand around the thick, long shaft. Immediately she began jacking him off, running her small, slender hand up and down that enormous 10-inch member tightly.
“Fuck, how did I fit this in me last night?” She asked gently, and incredulously.
She could remember that his cock had been big – the biggest she’d ever had! – but feeling it again in her hand, that seemed so tiny next to his massive rod, just impressed on her how big he actually was again!
“You took all of it. Down your throat and in your pussy.” Nathan said with a crack in his voice. He took a deep, shuddering breath before he carried on. “I’ll make it fit in you again. Even though you’re used to dad’s small cock.”
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