LOGINMy eyes welled up. "I will be, Abram. I promise I'll be okay. Thank you so much for being such a good son. I love you." I embraced him in a hug for the first time since we made love. And he held me tightly in his strong arms as if desperately trying to hold his broken mother together. "I'll be okay someday," I whispered, trying feebly to assure us both as tears streamed down my cheeks and soaked into Abram's shirt. "I know it."I felt so much better after talking to Abram. I felt like I had unlocked something between us. Like we had impossibly gone back to who we were before the incident. Our relationship felt innocent again (at least more so than in the past week and a half). I called Rick again, he couldn't be reached again, and I sighed a sigh of relief again. I never knew how much I would tell my husband, only that I needed him to come home as soon as he could. Still, my life seemed to start to fall back into place, my emotions growing more stable, more tame and serene.Since the
I fucked up. Beyond anything I would have ever imagined, I fucked up. When you get married, you have all these fears and images in your head about how you might ruin it. And when you have kids, your mind fills up with angst, reminding you of all your flaws and imagining unique ways they could ruin your family. I had outdone even my irrational paranoia. I had broken my marriage vows by forcing myself on my own son.I had convinced myself that I deserved what I took from Abram. In my tired, traumatized, desensitized state of mind, I truly felt justified in my infidelity. My incestuous infidelity! How guilty I felt that next morning. I couldn't even face Abram. The shame was too great. All I could remember was his many objections. 'I don't think we should do this,' and, 'you're my mother,' and 'I think we went too far.' Abram denied me every step of the way as I defiled him, forcing him to sleep with his own mother. The scars he'd carry!I untangled myself from my son's sleeping, naked f
"Awww, thank you, Abe," I said, smirking with pride. "And you are so sexy too, baby boy." I bobbed all the way down, taking my son's tip to the back of my throat one time, making him twitch and grunt, then I came back up. "And this dick.... It's so damned amazing. Where have you been hiding this beautiful cock, huh?""In Emily, mostly," he half chuckled. I had forgotten about his girlfriend, and then forgot again briefly after her mention.Abram surprised me, boldly slipping a finger inside my ass hole, completely unbidden. "Ohhhhhhh," I moaned, mouth open, drooling down my son's tall erection. And still he went deeper in me, until he cold go no further, then started sliding in and out. Just the taboo of it. The sheer thought! A son fingering his mother's ass hole as she sucks him off on the the night she was violated and almost raped. "Mmmmm," I hummed on the deliciously wicked thought, loving the way my son's finger penetrated my most secret hole. With Abram's manhood in my mouth, I
42 Stories1,250 Followers"I'm just so glad you're here for me," I whispered weakly as he enveloped me in his arms, trying to keep his lower half separated from mine. "Ma!" he whispered in warning as I brought my lower body against his, his hardened cock prodding my tummy."Shh, It's okay baby." I nuzzled against him, burying my head beneath his chin and cloaking myself in his embrace. I felt my son's steady breaths in my hair. I felt so safe, so comfortable in my son's strong arms. I rested in him. I remembered how he fought for me. How his nude, warrior's body looked so strong and majestic as he defended his mother with all his might. He had fought like a mad, primal knight out of some romance novel. I remembered how his cock looked, long, thick and straining taut, even as it presently pressed itself against me, pulsing with power. I remembered our tender kiss, a loving gesture, soothing like a balm to my frayed and frazzled soul. I moaned at the memento. I longed to possess the re
Abram was tall and athletic, strong without being overly muscular. Perfectly sculpted, lean and wiry. My son was no whimp, so I didn't expect him to cower, but I didn't expect to see what I saw. The look in his eyes was serious and confident, like he was prepared to kill this man and knew he could. A dangerous gaze, terrifying to the one on the other side of it. My son, in that moment, was an absolute pillar of power, with his austere glare, intimidating frame and that strong, hard cock that I couldn't keep from glancing down at.The three of us stood frozen for a few moments, then chaos erupted as soon as Abe saw the knife on the bed. He dove for it. But the assailant was already closer to it and moved. I screamed. They both grabbed the knife and began to struggle, wrestling for control. The burglar was shorter than my son, but was a lot bigger, by forty pounds at least. I was petrified, frozen stiff, covering my nudity with my arms as I watched my son fight.Abram almost had possess
An unforeseen incident stirs strong emotions in mom and son.>>>>>>>>>>>We are our purest selves when under the influence of heavy emotion.Sadie is 48Abram is 20..........I was horny as hell. Lying naked in bed at night, my body exhausted but my skin inflamed with urgent want. I'd always heard that women's libidos peak in their mid to late forties, and I had always looked forward to it. I had imagined I'd be with my husband and we'd make love all day and all night. But I fell in love with and married Rick, a great and compassionate doctor who wanted to save the world. He spent almost all his time in poverty-stricken, African villages, tending to the sick and dying. I'd see him for maybe thirty days out of an entire year. And most times it was a just day here, a weekend there, a holiday, an emergency. I'd be lucky if I had sex ten times a year.A few years ago, I had intimated my predicament to a girlfriend who suggested a sex toy (after I shot down her suggestion of cheating on m







