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Deak

His first attempt has failed but he did not think that it would have worked in any case. But a door has opened.

"I-I'll try."

Marie Taylor kisses him gently on the cheek before leaving the bathroom.

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Downstairs, she had just finished preparing some tea when she hears Deak call her.

Going back upstairs, into the bathroom, she sees the boy naked standing in the middle of the bath. She can't but help notice that he is still very, ehm, aroused and his thing is sticking out plainly from his body even though he is trying (poorly) to cover himself up.

He is looking embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Mom. It's too painful and I need your help to get dressed."...

 

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Maisy

Maisy walked into the Diner, a lingering smile on her face as she thinks about Frank and the ring now on her finger. She wants to smile and laugh and sing! Her eyes bright with the promise of things to come she steps up to the counter to order their drinks.

She frowns looking around and notices something amiss.

"Hey!" She waves to the cook in the back. He nods curtly back.
"Where is Claire?" She asks. He looks grim and shakes his head. Maisy frowns.
"Has something happened?" Instantly worried.
"Yep... got word from Carmody earlier... seems her man's gone missing with one of 'em boats he was on."
"Jeremy? Jeremy is missing? Oh NO! That's horrible... oh geez..." The shock of the news. Someone so close to home... someone... someone just like Frank. The idea of him actually going to war just now sinking in. She sat heavily on the stool at the counter.
"You okay kid?" The cook asked.
Maisy nodded silently. Her head heavy. All the exhuberence seemed to have seeped out of her. She steadied herself though. She didn't want Frank seeing her like this. She put a tremulous smile on her face and ordered two sodas from the cook.
The radio was playing softly in the background. Cook often left it on when the diner was particularly quiet.

 

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Mrs Marie Taylor

He is looking embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Mom. It's too painful and I need your help to get dressed."...

Marie's heart instantly goes out to him. Deak is clearly mortified by his condition and she knows that as a young man the idea that he needs help just to dress is even more humilating to him. Without giving it a second thought she wraps her arm around his waist and helps him walk to his room.

He sits gingerly on the bed holding the damp towel across his crotch and Marie blushes. She can't believe it but she's secretly quite pleased that he found her so attractive. She quickly shakes that thought from her head. No, a young boy... a young boy has no control over himself that way.

She firmly controlled that line of thinking and looked to what she needed to do to help Deacon.

She looked around the room and noticed that it was a lot messier than she had thought. She hadn't wanted to come in and clean it for him, afraid he would think she was invading his privacy... but he was injured now and if he was there he probably wouldn't mind so much. She opened a drawer and found him a clean t-shirt which she helped him put on. It was clearly a painful experience and left him exhausted.

She found a clean pair of underpants and this is where she had to pause. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed clearly tired. She was being silly. He needed her help that was all. She'd seen a naked man before... this was nothing to get worked up about.

She knelt down before him and helped his feet into the pants. She pulled them up his calves and past his knees and again... she paused. She turned her head away and Deak rested his hand on her shoulder as he lifted himself up so she could pull them all the way up. Thus the problem. In his current state it wasn't going to be that easy.

 

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Deak

Deak feels his arousal getting stronger as he watches his stepmother trying to pull the pants up and over his erection. But thanks to his condition, it simply is not possible.

She looks up at him, her face clearly flushed.

"Oh my! We...erhm...are having difficulties."

Acting embarrassed, Deak can only apologise.

"I-I'm sorry, Mom. I just can't help it. I-I don't know what to do."

He fights the urge to grab her and throw her on his bed.

"I will leave you until you are more 'relaxed'" says Marie, starting to get up.

Oh no!

"T-That won't work. " he says, acting more and more flustered, "It will stay like this for hours unless..."

"Unless what?" asks his stepmother.

"Unless you...uhm...help me.??"

Pretending to react to what he has just suggested, he quickly starts apologising. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to say that. I-It's just that I'm t-too sore to do it m-myself. Oh God! I feel so ashamed!"...

 

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Marie Taylor

Pretending to react to what he has just suggested, he quickly starts apologising. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to say that. I-It's just that I'm t-too sore to do it m-myself. Oh God! I feel so ashamed!"...

"Deacon... I... I really don't think you know what you're asking me..." Marie is clearly astounded... the idea... the idea of it...

"I... I'm sure that... that... if you just give yourself a few moments it..." she couldn't even say what 'it' would do.

"M... maybe it's best if you go without for now... just lie down a rest?" She begins to pull them down again and is even more embarrassed by the situation. She is painfully aware of his erection and the whole situation is starting to take on a horribly bad comic paraody.

Deacon steps gingerly out of his pants and Marie pulls back the bed covers for him. Her face red hot with embarrasment.

"Deacon... you... you should rest..." she stammers.

 

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Deak

He can't let her go now! Not now that he is so close.

"Please help me!" he pleads, tears in his eyes. "I-It won't go down and it hurts so much."

He slowly pulls back the covers, once again revealing his body to her, his erection large, hard and inviting...

 

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Marie Taylor

"Deacon! Please... please cover yourself..." she managed to say averting her head quickly. Yet the image of his throbbing manhood seems to be seared into her mind. She can see it so clearly.

She closes her eyes willing the image to fade... but it doesn't. Her cheeks are flushed with heat. She feels her heart racing. This is incredible. She should have left the room already. She knows full well what he is asking is insane.

But... but it's been so long since she received any affection. Any attention from a man. Edward barely had time for her in the few brief moments he was even home.

She shook her head and started to move away from the bed.

 

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Deak

His arousal is overpowering now.

It has been at least six months since he has had a girl.

Despite the pain, he pulls himself off the bed and grabs his stepmother as she moves towards the door.

"Deacon, what...?" she says in surprise as he presses her against the wall, his body pressing against hers as he starts to cover her face with kisses ending with him moving his mouth onto hers....

 

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Marie Taylor

She felt him push her towards the wall and his kisses all over her face. Her first thought was how much stronger he was than she'd thought... then... his injuries... then... just the kiss.

His lips covering hers. It had been so long. So long since she'd been kissed like that. Edward barely managed a kiss to her cheek before sleeping the sleep of the exhausted.

And now... a virile young man wanted her.

Needed her.

She found herself kissing him back. Passionately with an almost desperate need of her own.

She felt him pulling her towards him. His arms sure of their intentions. They were lying on the bed. He groaned slightly as the pain from their fall enveloped him. Immediately Marie pulls back looking down at his injured face with concern. He rolls her over so that he looks down at her. The pain lessens as he captures her mouth with his again.

His kisses are deft and experienced. Marie cannot help but respond to them. Gone from her mind is anything but the feel of having someone loving her. Someone strong and sure.

There was an urgency in their embrace.

 

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Deak

Their kissing get more and more frantic as their passion increases.

Christ! He wants her but he wants her naked!

Pulling his mouth away, he starts to nibble on her neck while his hands starts pulling at her clothing.

First the apron.

Then he starts to undo her dress. He needs a little help with this and to his delight finds his stepmother helping, eagerly pulling down the zip at the back to allow him to pull the garment down and off her body.

For a moment, he looks at her laying there, clad only in a bra and knickers.

God! He wants this woman!

He then puts his hand behind her back and defly undoes the bra and in one movement throws it to the floor to join the rest of her clothes.

He tries to look at her bare breasts but he feels hands behind his head, dragging his face back to hers, his lips onto hers.

And as her tongue plunges into his mouth, he feels her struggling with her knickers...

 

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Marie Taylor

Something in the back of her mind kept trying to tell her it was wrong. So wrong for her to be here returning her son's kisses. To be lying here naked on his bed with him.

She heard the voices but they were faint and her hands seemed to have a will of their own. She seemed stunned as she saw her own hands tugging off his t-shirt. Naked.

The two of them naked. She felt his hot skin against hers and truly it had been so long. Too long. He wanted her. She felt so sexy now. She was vaguely aware of some sense of shame. She was old. Much older than him. Would he suddenly reject her when he saw her body? The same body that had given birth to Maisy. In truth, she held up quite well. She was naturally fit and slender and although she wasn't as firm as she was in her youth she had the supple curves of a woman.

"Deak... oh Deak... we shouldn't..." her voice husky and soft and not very convincing... "it... it's not... ohhhhh right..." she moaned against his lips as he crushed her to him.

He was a man. A virile lusty man who wanted her and she found herself wanting him right back.

 

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Deak Taylor

Her words of protests just urges him on.

His mouth firmly on hers, his tongue inside her mouth, he slowly moves on top of her, the pain in his sore body forgotten.

Using his weight, he starts to ply her legs apart, nestling his groin against hers. With his erection now made out of granite and throbbing painfully (he doesn't remember it being so big and stiff), he grips it with one hand and starts to move his body down hers.

Ensuring that he is pressing the shaft of his erection against her cunt, he feels the shaft slide down against the wet opening, coating it in her juices, until finally the head is resting firmly against her lips.

Then pulling his mouth away from her, he looks down, watching her face as he starts to push forward...

 

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Marie Taylor

Marie stares up at Deak as he looks down at her. His face contorted by lust. She feels his hardness pressing against her... resting now at her entrance. Her eyes widen in shock.

The sudden realisation. This isn't her husband. This is her husband's son!

"No! No Deak we can't... please... I made a mistake... please stop!" She pleads with him her face a picture of torment as she realises what she is doing.

He continues to push forward and she shouts out in protest. Feeling his thick throbbing maleness splitting her open. She cries out struggling beneath him even as she feels him spreading her open. She again realises how long it has been. She feels so tight down there and he seems so big.

She squirms beneath him but she is already moist from their passionate kisses earlier. Tears fill her eyes as she looks up at him, making her eyes seem so much bigger and bluer.

"Please... Deak... no... no..." her voice a soft whimper as she feels him.

 

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Maggie and Weiler....

He had no clue as to how well he had chosen. This place…Oh God… As far as I know, no one knows about this place and me. I’ve come here for more years than I can count but I’ve never told anyone about my haven. I couldn’t run the risk that Andrew would learn of its existence. I couldn’t let this man know how alone we were…. I searched my mind for a credible lie…. Lying: it’s what I do best.

“There’s a couple that come in everyday. She does the cleaning; he does repairs. They should be here unless they’ve gone to the grocery store”

Swifter than a striking rattler, I find myself trapped. In one smooth action, he turns me around, pulling my body into contact with his. I can feel the length of his body resting along my back. His free arm snakes around me holding me to him. His hand is resting on my breast. I feel the cold metal of the gun barrel along the edge of my jaw. As he speaks I feel the warmth of his breath.

“Margaret, listen very closely to me now because I will not tell you again. DO NOT lie to me. EVER. This is your first, last, and only warning.” Using the barrel of the gun, he turns my head towards the car. The grocery bags are plainly visible. “Now answer the question.”

“Alone… We are alone” He could clearly hear the honestly and defeat in my voice.
“Good, Invite me in” I could clearly hear the triumph in his.

I unlock the backdoor. We step into the kitchen, which, in turn opens up into the living room. With a trained eye he takes it all in. Nudging me along he approached the open doors. One he finds is a bathroom. The other is my bedroom. I feel him relax. He takes me to the old battered couch and orders me to sit. He walks to the bank of window. Seeing nothing but the sand and water he looks about the room. My artwork, my life as seen through my eyes is spread out before him….Each piece signed….

“Maggie, it fits.”
As he comes to the two self-portraits, he raises an eyebrow.
“So Maggie, just how close are you to real life here?” He reaches out to touch the paintings. Dark hair. Pale skin. In the first, wearing a sheet and a bracelet . In the second, wearing nothing but a bracelet and a smile...
"You and me...We need to have a little talk...

The questioning begins....

 

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Frank

Frank walks into the Diner. Finding Maisy at the counter, he slides onto the stool next to hers.

"Miss me?" he asks her jovially and he takes his soda, bringing the top to his lips.

She just looks at him and nods quietly, smiling.

He goes to smile back and stops.

There's something the matter!

"Maisy? What's up?"

He watches the smile evaporate, her eyes starting to water...

 

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John Carmody

Alone in the big fourposter in the hum of a summer afternoon Bette and John could forget there was a war going on, forget the escaped POW running around the town, forget everything but themselves.
Johns days of fevered love making were over and he preferred to take things slow. Not to say he was boring in bed, he'd always been an attentive and creative lover...

"John that's very, VERY naughty."
Her hands were in his silvering hair and his face was nestled between her legs.
"Very naughty..."
She could see there reflections in the dresser mirror, Bette was tan and fit. Her breasts had somehow defied gravity and still sat tall upon her chest. Both Frank and John had loved her breasts and given her much pleasure with them, her hand drifted up to pull and play with her nipples, but Frank would never do what John was doing now. Never...

Carmody was aching for her but he knew how she had taken cunnilingus so eagerly and he wanted to satisfy her fully right now. They had done this as forplay before and Bette had roused instantly.

"John..."
he heard her voice, soft an urgent.
"John...come up here...I'm going to..."

Well he thought, increasing the tempo of his own efforts, you just go right ahead Bette darling, There's a first time for everything.

 

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Deak

"Please... Deak... no... no..." he hears her whimper.

He has no intention of stopping. Instead, he slides further into her, feeling her tight around him.

Jesus! She's as tight as a virgin. Doesn't dear old Dad fuck her at all?

A part of him, a large part, wants to to ram himself hard into her, taking her with force.

But the small part, the calculating part, wants to go slow. Be gentle with her.

Make her enjoy it so that she will come back for more. It isn't enough that this happens just the once. Only the once and his father may forgive her. But a number of times? That's a different story.

It is the calculating part that wins out.

Gently, slowly, he pulls out almost completely and then slowly slides into her. Each time he repeats the action, he penetrates her a little further.

"Oh you are so lovely, Mom. I love you so much." he whispers in her ear, as he nibbles at her neck.

"Oh Deak...Deacon. This....is....so....wrong." she continues to whimper, quieter this time.

With one last thrust, he buries himself completely inside her, their pubic areas pressing firmly together.

"I...know." he whispers back, "But....I....can't...help...it". He moves his mouth down to her neck, while a hand finds one of her breasts and starts to encourage her nipple to erection.

He slowly moves his mouth back to hers and gently brushes her lips with his. At the same time, he flexes his erection deep inside her, causing her to moan.

Coldly, his face hidden behind the mask, he watches his dear stepmother starting to submit to him.

Oh! How this will crush dear old Dad he thinks...

 

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Maisy

Her eyes start to water as she looks into the face of the man she loves. Suddenly, despite her intentions to stay happy for him... the sense of possibly loosing him overwhelms her.

"Oh Frankie... it's Claire, Mr Carmody just came in earlier to tell her that Jeremy has gone missing along with the ship he was on..." She starts to shiver as the shock of loosing one so close to home hits her.

Claire and Jeremy had been the sweetest couple. Maisy had always adored seeing them together. It seemed to her that their's was a love that was destined to be. She could see it in the way they had looked at each other. Maisy even recalled having soda with Claire as she tried to make sense of her feelings about Jeremy being away... her fears about his safety... her desperate desire to have him with her safe.

Now Maisy was going to be facing the same situation. Frankie was already enlisted... he was really living on borrowed time with her now. He could be called up any moment.

"Oh Frankie..." she tries to bite back the tears as she flings herself into his arms. She can't seem to even articulate her feelings at this moment.

She pulls back thinking mostly of Claire.

"Do... do you think we should go and see her Frankie? She's one of my closest friends... do you think... do you think she wants to have someone with her now?"

 

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Marie Taylor

Marie is in complete turmoil.

His words were startling her and exciting her all at once. It was incredible. Her body was responding despite her minds insistence that she stop. Stop it now.

He was filling her up... he was so gentle... so... so loving. It felt so good. It had been so long.

She felt him sliding into her again and she moaned in response. His thrusting becoming more insistent. She found herself responding as she felt that build up of pleasure. She could feel the orgasm approaching like it was seperate entity from herself.

Desperately she found herself clinging to him, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. It felt so good. She felt the tears stinging her eyes as her mind exploded with the intensity of passion held back for so long.

"Mom... oh God yes!" She heard him shout, the sound of him calling her that making her body shudder as she contracted around his shaft.

"Noooooooo....!" She moaned desperately even as the waves of pleasure crashed through her. She sobbed as he continued to pump into her and then she started to struggle as she realised he could come inside of her.

"No! Deacon NO!" She shouted more forcefully, bucking now to dislodge him before he filled her with his fertile fluids.

"Oh God no... please Deacon... not inside me please!" She struggled but again her body rebelled as another orgasm rushed to take over. Her tight sheath milking him greedily.

 

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Frank

Jerry's missing?

He just sits there stunned, Maisy gripping him tightly.

Gee! He can still remember when the night the four of them went out together just before he was shipped off.

They had been caught up with the excitement of fighting in the war with Jerry telling him that it will be over by the summer now that the US's involved and, boy, had he been envious at the time. Afraid that he would miss all the action. Wanting to nothing else but sign up and fight but couldn't because he was too young. He can't remember what the girls were talking about (usually it's about Jerry and Claire's wedding) though Claire was quieter than usual.

The two of them got to know each other through the girls but he had...has been a specially good friend since his father's death.

He then realises that Maisy is talking to him.

"Do... do you think we should go and see her Frankie? She's one of my closest friends... do you think... do you think she wants to have someone with her now?" she asks him.

He looks at her face and suddenly realises that if anything ever happens to him, he hopes that someone would be there for Maisy.

Getting off the stool without breaking her grip, he steers her out of the Diner.

"Yeah! Come on! Let's see how she is!"...

 

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Deak

Despite her protests, he feels her starting to respond to his thrusts under him.

He can feel her vagina suck as his prodding erection, every time he pushed against, immersing himself inside her, he feels her push back.

The rhythm starts to pick up. He can hear their heavy breathing, the slapping as their bodies, their bellies and groins come together.

He tries to hold back his lust but it has been so long since he has last fucked and the fact that he is fucking his father's wife, his stepmother, makes him more aroused than he can remember.

Unable to stop it, not wanting to stop it, he feels the lust take over and he starts thrusting against her more urgently. The pleasure coursing through his body, journeying to his crotch.

"Mom... oh God yes!" he gasps as he feels her crying out as she shudders under him, feeling her love hole clamping down on his shaft. He continues to thrust into her.

Then she starts to struggle against him as she cries out "Oh God no... please Deacon... not inside me please!" even as she grips him, her sexual organ hungrily grasping his.

A part of his mind still rational understands what she saying.

Can he make her pregnant?

The thought makes him lose control and suddenly he thrusting against her with all his strength. The power of the thrusts, causing them to move up the bed. He dimly hears his stepmother crying out as he ruthlessly pounds into her, the bed creaking noisely under the assault as he feels his organ swell even more inside her, ready to explode.

Then with one more pile-driving thrust, he lunges into her and erupts. He groans as he strains against her, feeling his cock send strand after strand of his baby-making spunk into her body.

Finally he is finished and with a triumphant look on his face, he looks down at his wide-eyed stepmother...

 

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Maisy

Getting off the stool without breaking her grip, he steers her out of the Diner.

"Yeah! Come on! Let's see how she is!" Frank Jnr says as they walk back to his car.

He opens the door for her and she slides into the front seat. She stares blankly out of the window as Frank gets into the driver's seat himself. He starts the engine and they drive in silence.

It is a sombre silence as they are both lost in their own thoughts. Maisy sadly regrets the loss of their earlier banter and laughter. Then she reminds herself that with this war on... she has to cling to those memories like the life line they will have to be.

She reaches for Franks hand as he changes gears and she clings to him as if hoping that way she can keep him close for just a little longer.

They arrive at Claire's place. The evening twilight giving a strange eery cast to the neighbourhood. It's as if the whole street is in mourning Maisy muses. She quickly shakes this melancholy thought from her mind as she and Frank walk towards the front door.

Maisy wonders what she can say... or do?

Frank knocks on the door and they wait for an answer.

 

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Marie Taylor

Marie gasps "Oh Deacon, what have we done?"

Then her eyes widen in shock as she feels him still hard deep inside her.

Vaguely she is aware of his whispered endearments but her body is still glowing from the aftermath of her orgasm and now the feel of him deep inside her. She feels the slickness of their combined juices as he pumps her slowly again.

Her body quivers. Already so sensitive she feels him thrusting and it seems to her that she is a lost and wanton woman to let her son do this to her. Perhaps he isn't her own flesh and blood but he is like a son to her and she is letting this happen. She wants him. Oh dear Lord but she needs this.

She is sobbing openly now even as she feels him buck against her. She is too weak. He has already ejaculated deep inside her and she knows there is no way to stop him now. She hasn't the desire to stop him. She cries.

Tears wetting her cheeks as she feels him fondling her. Her own body reacting to his passion. His mahhood seems so big so hard. It fills her up over and over again. The girth of his spreading her open and the friction causing her body to convulse with pleasure.

But still she sobs as she deep deep down realises what has happened. Another man has planted his seed in her. She prays desperately that nothing comes of it but a deep gnawing fear tells her she doesn't deserve to have her prayers answered.

She moans now as his skillfull thrusting forces her body to respond. The lewd sound of their bodys slapping together. The heavy scent of their sex.

"Oh Deacon... no... no..." she whispers desperately even as she clings to him.

 

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Deak

He relishes the feel of her naked body under his.

So soft.

He moves his face up so he is nibbling her ear.

"I do love you, Mom." he sighs.

"Oh Deacon...." she starts to say.

He lifts his head up so that it is facing hers. At this point, he has stopped thrusting and keeping his entire length in her, he is gently rubbing his groin against hers in a circular motion, as if stirring a spoon in a bowl, his penis the spoon, her vagina the bowl.

"You are so beautiful. So special." he whispers. "I do really love you."

"But...Deacon." she moans as he again flexes his stiff organ within her.

"I-I know that I should regret what we did but I don't. It just makes me want you more."

He sees the tears rolling down her face as she listens.

"I want to do this again and again. I want you to come to me when everyone's asleep. I want us to be together when there is no-one else around. I have never known anyone like you. You are so incredible."

Stopping for a moment, he stares down at her.

"Promise me, Mom. Promise me that we will do it again. That you will come to me tonight."

Gently, he pulls out of her with a wet slurp, their fluids flowing onto the bed. Then he snuggles next to her, on his back. His erection, wet with their juices, standing up stiffly.

"Please promise me you will come to me tonight." he says again, even as he starts to pull her up so that she can mount him...

 

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Marie Taylor

"Please promise me you will come to me tonight." he says again, even as he starts to pull her up so that she can mount him.

"Oh Deacon... no... oh God no... please... don't ask me... don't say it..." She shudders as she straddles him. She could leave now. She should leave now. Her mind is screaming at her to move, to go but her ever disobedient body moves down on him. His shaft slick with their juices, cooled by the air makes her shiver as it probes eager to find her again.

With a shudder and a groan she sinks down apon him. Enveloping his organ with her own. She feels so hot. What is wrong with her. She looks down at their loins joined now. She feels him twitch deep inside her and unbelievably she feels herself responding. She starts to rock as she looks down at him.

"What have you done to me..." she whispers even as she urgently rides him. She can again feel the pleasure rising deep within her. She's like a well that can never be filled. Why does she want him so? Why can't she stop? What sort of woman is she?

"Mom..." He moans

"God please don't... don't call me... AHHH!" She cries out as he thrusts up into her.

"Oh Lord... oh... oh..." she moans desperately as she feels his hard thickness grinding into her. He is so deep now. She moans as she feels his thick head pressing deep deep and hard pressing it would seem as far as any had been inside her.

"Deacon... God... what are you doing? What are WE doing? Oh dear God it feels so good..." She sobs as she begins to ride him in earnest. She knows in the back of her mind that he is calling her mom over and over again as if to make her feel even more dirty, more lewd, but her body. Her body is starting to sing again. She feels him pressing into her. Sees in his face that he wants her.

"Mom yes... Oh yes mom fuck me!"

That did it... his lewd words sent her over the edge. With a cry of defeat she feels her orgasm overwhelm her and she shudders and moans as she colapses against his chest. Her muscles working over time as she clings to and milks him.