The Ultimate Sacrifice

[Yoc]

Jon

Jon slowly brings his car to a halt in the drive. He had been expecting the meeting to last until well into the evening but the client had another engagement and had to cut it short. So by 4 o'clock in the afternoon, he is back home.

Sylvie will be surprised! He thinks to himself as he lets himself into the house. I think I will take her out for a meal. Greg can come too if he's in. That would be nice. We haven't done that in a long time!

Leaving the keys on small table in the hall, he goes into the lounge, fully expecting his wife to be there. Seeing that she isn't, he goes into the kitchen.

I wonder where she is? Maybe she's popped out? He thinks to himself as he walks towards the stairs.

It is then he hears a noise.

That came from the bedroom!

"Sylvia! Are you upstairs?" He calls out as he starts up the stairs...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie's breathing came in ragged...

gasps, her heart pounding as though it would burst out of her chest and she laughed. Laughed aloud at the sheer joy of it all. The ecstasy of lovemaking and and its perfect completion. Greg, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, kissed his mother as his semi-soft cock slipped from her warm, wet sheath and he moved off of her.

They lay together on their sides, facing each other. Still touching and caressing, not wanting the moment to end. Each touch was punctuated by more kisses. Sylvie gasped as Greg's fingers trailed down her body, past the damp curls that covered her mons and beyond.

She too was caressing the length of him, sticky smooth with the juices of their lovemaking. His penis, never having gone completely limp, was growing hard again, and the realization that it was she who was exciting him sent shivers, like aftershocks, throughout her body.

His fingers were probing deeper now, parting her cleft and gently circling the cum soaked nub of her clitoris. Sylvie cried out in surprised delight, pressing against Greg's hand. Wanting. No... needing him yet again. She was becoming as insatiable as her son.

"Sylvia! Are you upstairs?"

The sound of her husband's voice brought them both back to reality as they froze and then hurriedly moved apart. Greg's eyes resembled those of a deer caught in the headlights of a fast approaching vehicle for one brief moment and then they turned steely as he stood and grabbed for his shorts, pulling them up hurriedly.

"Cover up, Mom. Just cover up." His voice was deep, a commanding tone that brooked no nonsense or hesitation from her. Even still, Sylvie grabbed for her robe and was just slipping it on as the bedroom door began to open.

"Into the bathroom. Now!" Sylvie hissed at her son. "Go!" She gave him a push toward the door just as Jon walked in.

"Oh... there you are, dear! I was beginning to wonder if you were at home."

 

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Jon

"Oh... there you are! I was beginning to wonder if you were at home." He says as he enters the bedroom, puzzled that she hasn't answered.

"Oh, I am sorry, dear. I didn't hear you. I was just going to run a shower." As emphasis, his wife tightens up her robe which does nothing to hide the shape of her mature body from her husband's eyes. The fact that does not go unnotice by either of them. "Erm..How come you are home so early?" She asks.

"A meeting got cancelled." Jon answers dismissedly, his mind on other things as he looks long and hard at his wife. "You seem different. Are you wearing a new perfume?" He draws nearer as he starts to feel things that he hasn't felt in a considerable long time...

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

"Oh... there you are! I was beginning to wonder if you were at home."

Greg, hiding in his parents' adjoining bathroom, peers through the crack between the door and the door frame. From his angle, he can only see his mother. His father is outside his view.

"Oh, I am sorry, dear. I didn't hear you. I was just going to run a shower." She is telling his father "Erm..How come you are home so early?"

"A meeting got cancelled." His father's voice. "You seem different. Are you wearing a new perfume?"

Then he sees his father come into view as he grabs his mother by the waist.

What is he going to do?

He feels his heart lurch as he realises that his father is trying to kiss her. His body trembling violently

Leave her alone, you bastard! She is mine!...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie was at her wit's end...

as Jon placed his hands on her waist and leaned forward to give her the obligatory and perfunctory peck on the lips that signalled his intent. It hadn't varied once in all of the twenty years that they had been married. A peck, a grope, a quick fondle and a couple of thrusts before he grunted and rolled off. All that was well and good before... Before what, Sylvie? Before you boffed your son and found out there was more to sex than that? That it could be more wonderful than you had ever dreamed?
Sylvie smiled nervously at her husband, all the while trying to figure out how to get their son from the bathroom and safely out of the bedroom before Jon discovered him. "Why, Jon. You naughty man. Whatever has come over you?"

"Can't a man have relations with his wife when he feels the mood without having a reason, Sylvie? C'mere and give us a cuddle."

Jon had already seated himself on the edge of the bed and was unlacing his shoes. "See to the door will you, dear? We don't want Greg spying us."

Sylvie hesitated before moving closer to Jon, untying the sash on her robe as she walked. He had turned his back to her, lowering his trousers. She circled around him while gesturing wildly toward Greg to take the moment to leave the room.

"Why... What are you up to, Sylvie?" Jon asked as she revealed her nakedness to her husband. His eyes widened at the sight of his wife. She always did have a randy streak that he never knew exactly how to deal with.

"Touch me, Jon" she whispered as she pressed herself against him, raising her hands to his head and pulling his face toward hers. "Touch me."

She had to keep him facing her so that Greg could get out undetected, and it worked. Sylvie breathed a deep sigh of relief when she saw the door close quietly behind her son. Luckily, Jon took it for desire.

"Come on then. He is ready to do the deed," Jon stated proudly with a bawdy wink as he pulled away and sat back on the bed. He was still wearing his tee shirt and socks and was fondling his penis which was standing at half-mast now. Sylvie reluctantly joined him on the bed, remembering the sight of her son when he was soft. Even then his penis was larger by half than his father's.

But it wasn't size, was it. No. There was something other. Something more. Sylvie fought back the slowly growing realization of what it actually was as she submitted to her husband's feeble ministrations.

 

[Ovbit]

Greg

(OOC: Another of Tibvo's threads become mine. *manic laughter*)

He feels himself shaking as he now stands by his parents' bedroom door. All too aware what is happening on the other side.

How can she let him after what we have done??

A mixture of rage and disgust seizes him as he can easily imagine what they are doing, what they had been doing as hears their voices and his father's moans.

Unable to bear the thought and the sounds, he rushes down the hallway and into his room. Throwing himself on to his bed as his emotions spill out in great heaving sobs...

 

[Yoc]

Jon

(OOC: Oi, Ov. What are you doing here? Greg is Tib's part, not yours.)

"Come on then. He is ready to do the deed," Jon states proudly as he pulls at his swelling penis.

He watches as his wife slowly sits on the bed next to him.

"Aren't you taking that thing off?" Indicating her robe.

She slowly takes it off much to his impatience.

"About time." He grumbles as he pushes back onto the bed, his mouth on her neck as he quickly fumbles with her breasts before he goes to mount her...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie stifled a nervous giggle that threatened...

to evolve into peels of manic laughter when Jon climbed on top of her. That old shoe of a quotation that the women from the Garden Society bandied about came immediately to mind: "I am happy now that Charles calls on my bedchamber less frequently than of old. As it is, I now endure but two calls a week and when I hear his steps outside my door I lie down on my bed, close my eyes, open my legs, and think of England." Is that what their marriage had become?

She was disgusted with herself for not being able to refuse her husband, for wanting to push him away. Sylvie had never refused Jon in all their married years. Not once. And though she hadn't felt more than unfulfilled stirrings when Jon had pleasured himself with her, she had never dared to hope for more. She was doing her wifely duty and that was enough.

Perhaps she should make an effort to to capture what she had felt with Greg? It would be the right thing to do. Wouldn't it? Jon was her husband and the one she was supposed to desire. It wasn't supposed to be....

Jon grunted quietly and rolled off of her, signalling the fact that he had had his orgasm. "Well now, Mrs. Harrison," he said with a chuckle when his stomach rumbled. "I think I'll go down and watch the news while you see to the other part of me that needs tending."

Sylvie watched Jon pull his trousers on and slip his feet into his slippers. "Yes, love. I'll just do a quick wash-up and be down in a jiffy." She didn't move from the bed until he had left the bedroom and closed the door behind himself.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

(OOC: Push off, Ovbit. This is my part!)

Silently he waits, lying on the bed, his ears straining, trying to hear what is going on in his parents' room.

Are they doing "it"? Right now?

He feels both sexual arousal and jealousy as he imagines his parents doing "it". Imagine his father on top of his mother (he feels himself erecting as he remembers what his mother looks like naked), doing what he was doing a short while before (now he feels intense anger).

His chain of thought is suddenly broken as he hears the floor creak outside.

"Do you want a coffee?" It is his father's voice.

Finished already?

He feels himself wondering, hoping that nothing actually happened.

"Oh okay then." His father says. "Baseball's coming on."

Like him, his dad is a keen Yankees fan.

The boy waits until his father has gone downstairs. Unsure what to do next, Greg finally gets up and leaves his room only to almost collide with his mother, now wearing a floural dress, as she is coming out of her room.

"Sorry." He mumbles, unable to face her for the moment.

"Greg?" He stops as he feels her hand takes his arm. "You okay?"

Turning around, he feels the tears starting to flow again.

"Oh baby." She sighs. "I am sorry." She whispers.

"I-I thought you love me." The boy says acidly.

"I..." She starts to say. Downstairs, they both hear his father shout out. The Yankees have scored.

"Come in here. I don't want your father overhearing." His mother tells him as she pulls him into his parents' room.

"I-I thought you love me, Mom." He says again, openly crying.

"Shhhh!" She whispers, mothering him. "I do."

She embraces him, comforting him as she has always done when he was upset and suddenly he feels safe again, as if nothing in the world can hurt him. But the feel of her warm body against his also causes a new reaction. Unable to control himself, he feels himself becoming aroused, his penis growing taut in his pants . Thanks to his size, there is no way that his mother cannot feel it pressing into her.

Slowly she pulls back and looks at him...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Shhhh! I do," Sylvie replied...

wrapping her arms around Greg as she always had when he was upset, only this time there was a difference. This time she wasn't merely comforting her son. She was comforting her love... her lover.

Feeling the evidence of his arousal Sylvie stepped back, studying her son's face. He still looked sad but she could see something else in his eyes as well. Love? Lust? Once more she questioned whether it was really love or whether it was just the raging hormones of a teenage boy.

"Greg... " she began quietly. Nervously. "Your father is just downstairs."

The boy/man merely nodded and took a step forward, one arm encircling his mother's waist while he gently kneaded her breast with his free hand. Feeling her body immediately responding to Greg's touch, Sylvie gave a shivering inhale as his face drew close and his mouth covered her own, his tongue sliding between her parted lips.

What if Jon comes back upstairs? Oh God help me... What are we doing? What am I doing? She worried as Greg's mouth and hands roamed over her body, leaving a trail of burning caresses. She could feel his need as he rubbed himself against her. His bulging shaft was eager for release from the confines of his trousers even as she felt the hot, wet ache of desire growing between her legs.

"Greg... Ohh... " Sylvie murmured, her hand slipping down between them to trace the outline of his straining sex through the material of his pants.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

"Greg... Ohh... "

But he is no longer listening. His mind burning as his lips returns to hers, kissing her roughly, urgently. He feels like he is going to explode. So strong is his need for her. Bringing his hands up, the boy swings them around and presses her against the door as he thrusts one hand under her dress to wrestle with her knickers while the other begins fumbling with his belt, desperate to get his pants down and free his aching cock.

For a moment they pause, their lips parting even as they stare into each other's eyes.

"Your father is only downstairs..." He hears her whisper before he crushes his mouth on hers. He cannot stop now...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie couldn't deny the dampness...

between her legs nor the deeper heat within as she responded to the urgency that was building between them. She wanted him. Ached for him. As much as he did her. Pushing her panties down, she let them slip to the floor in unabashed abandon.

Propping his mother against the door, Greg bent his knees and lifted her up. His hand gripped his cock as he guided it into her hot, wet sheath. With one deep thrust, Sylvie slid down his length enveloping him completely as their bodies joined.

"Ohh... " She buried her face against Greg's neck to stifle the lust-filled cry that threatened to give them away. The chance that they might be caught only intensified their now desperate need, and they were beyond all caring as he began to pound into her.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

He gasps as he feels the wet heat slide tightly over his bloated tool. Gripping her arse securely, he rams in deep, forcing all of his hard flesh inside his mother's body.

"Arrghhh!"

Then, without pause, without thought, he starts to slam hard into her, the force of his thrusts smashing her against the door time and time again as the thumping sound fills the room.

A part of him, a small part which is not in control knows that the noise could attract his father.

But he can't stop!

Instead he speeds up even more, feeling his mother responding in kind, shoving her hips against him even as he hears her muffled pants, one arm gripping him while he vaguely feels a hand slide up his back under his t-shirt...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Jolts of almost intolerable pleasure...

raced throughout Sylvie's body as they moved together. Their gutteral moans accentuated the rhythmic thump thump of her back against the door that accompanied each slamming thrust of Greg's throbbing cock into her pulsating core.

"Ohh... so... good... so... close... " Sylvie's wanton cries came in short bursts as their bodies continued to collide, her pelvis grinding downward as his hips bucked upward. The musky smell of sex permeated the air around them. There was no tenderness. Only a frenzy of molten yearning. A wild, uninhibited driving need for release.

As her pussy stretched and clasped around Greg's throbbing shaft, Sylvie could feel the subtle stirring that signalled the beginning of what she was seeking but held back. Waiting for her son. Wanting to bring him with her.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

He can feel it. The tingling in his groin which starts to spread over his turgid cock, causing it to expand even more in his mother's tight sheath, galvanising to thrust harder as he tries push in even deeper.

"Oh fuck..." He gasps as he feels the sensation rapidly building, forcing his thrusts to be come jerky and irratic.

He can feel it. He is going to...

"Oh, Mom." He gasps as he pushes her hard against the door as he shoves his lengthly erection in as far inside his mother's soaking vagina as possible...

 

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Jon

Meanwhile, downstairs, Jon is sitting back in his favourite armchair watching the Yankees thrashing the opposition.

"Yessss!" He cries out as they score again.

As the action dies momentarily, he briefly wonders where his wife is but before he can ponder further, his attention is drawn back to the game...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Oh, Mom." Greg's voice...

was a pleading whisper as he lunged upward, burying his throbbing cock fully within the stretched walls of his mother's tight, wet pussy in one hot glide. The air was forced from Sylvie's lungs as she felt him convulse, his body shuddering in a dizzying explosion.

"Oh, baby... That's it... Cum for me. Cummm... " She cried out, her own voice husky and deep with desire, as pulsing waves of sperm began to flood into her.

Only then did she let herself go completely, joining her son as his cum erupted deep within her molten core. In that final glorious moment, Sylvie collapsed against Greg in great clenching spasms, her body milking the hot seed that pumped into what seemed the very heart of her being.

Flesh to flesh, their juices intermingling, Greg recaptured Sylvie's lips for his own just as he had claimed her body. Holding her there for what seemed like ages, their heartbeats slowly returned to normal as they basked in the afterglow of exquisite release.

"I love you."

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

"I love you."

The boy is not sure who has whispered that as their lips finally part. Gasping, he sags against his mother, suddenly feeling very tired as they lean against the door. He shivers slightly as he feels her fingers on the back of his neck..

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie kissed Greg tenderly...

as she lowered her legs and sagged against the door. His penis, slick with the evidence of their lovemaking, slipped from her dripping pussy with a wet slurp that made both of them sigh.

"I have to wash up and go make dinner for... " Sylvie hesitated mentioning Jon after what had just occurred but he seemed to hover between them like a pendent weight. "I know! How 'bout some carry out and I am dying for some ice cream. Sound good?"

She kissed him again and gave him a playful shove when he reached to pull her close again. "Off with you now, naughty. Pizza okay?"

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

"Off with you now, naughty. Pizza okay?" She asks him, pushing him back.

"Sounds great, Mom." He grins as he watches move towards her bathroom.

His mother stops when she sees that he isn't moving.

"Go!" She is smiling. "I got to get downstairs."

"You are so beautiful, Mom." He suddenly says, deadly serious. His eyes locked with hers. Glancing down, he sees that the top of her legs are glisteningly wet.

"Go." She says again. Looking back up, he sees that she is looking at him. Or rather, looking at his still semi-hard cock which is covered in their combined juices. He feels himself starting to swell up again.

"GO!"...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie cleaned up quickly...

almost reluctant to wash away the traces of her lovemaking with Greg. It had never been like this with Jon. Sex with him was comforting at best and she certainly had never even come close to having an orgasm, though she had felt the stirrings that made her long for something more. Now Sylvie felt as though she couldn't settle for anything less.

"What took you?" Jon's voice reached her as she walked into the kitchen. Sylvie had hoped not to catch his attention right away. Must be a commercial on, she thought with a sigh.

"I... I just lost track. How about some carry out for dinner?"

"Not pizza, Sylvie. I need something that will stick to my ribs. Oops! Game's back on!"
Sighing deeply, Sylvie wondered what she could throw together that would stick to his nibs' ribs. She mouthed the words with a wry grin as she opened the refrigerator door and bent over to look inside. She grabbed a dozen eggs, a pepper and a small onion. Maybe omelets. Jonathon liked those.

A hand on her bottom brought her upright in surprise. "Oh... It's you," she said to Greg who was grinning broadly. Sylvie leaned back against him for a moment, enjoying the feel of his body against her own.

"Get whatever you're getting, love. I have to get some dinner made." She smiled and brought her hand to his face, caressing him it before moving over to the counter workspace.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

Obediently, the boy leaves the bedroom and quickly nips into the bathroom before going into his bedroom to change.

Wearing jeans and a t-shirt, he then goes downstairs to hear his father shouting: "Not pizza, Sylvie. I need something that will stick to my ribs. Oops! Game's back on!"

"Hiya, Dad. How's the game?" He asks as he heads for the kitchen.

"Come and sit down, you are missing a great game here." Replies his father.

"Just a mo. Need to get a drink." The boy enters the kitchen and instantly sees his mother bending over the refrigerator, the plumpness of her full ass causing the materials of her jeans to stretch tightly over it.

The sight causes him to swallow even as his groin starts to throb.

"That's it! Go for it!" He hears his father shout.

Okay, Dad! Grinning lustfully, he sneaks up behind her and firmly grabs a cheek, causing her to jerk up.

"Oh... It's you!" He hears her gasp. "Get whatever you're getting, love." She says, leaning back as she tickles his cheek. "I have to get some dinner made." Before moving forward.

Not wishing to break the contact, he shuffles with her, keeping their lower bodies pressing together.

"Gregory! Your father is just next door." She whispers, obviously feeling his newly forming erection against her.

"Just grabbing a glass." He grunts, reaching into an overhead cupboard while grinding his now hard erection against her soft cheeks.

"Greg! I can't believe you!" He hears her gasp though she makes no attempt to move away. "Don't you ever have enough?"

"No." He beams as slowly starts to hump into her...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie moaned softly...

despite her resolve not to succumb to her wanton thoughts of making love. Her body was wedged between the counter and Greg as he ground his burgeoning erection against her and she found that she was quietly and intently gyrating against him in return.

"We... can't... " Sylvie whispered sounded more like an urgent hiss. Greg's was moving his lips across her neck now. Nuzzling, kissing and sucking up the tender skin there. She was wet and aching for him to fill her again, but they couldn't. Jon was in the next room. Ball game or not, he might come in.

What are you thinking, hussy! she chided herself for even considering it as another sigh escaped her lips. She could feel the wetness growing between her legs, her nipples stiffening against the thin material of her blouse. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but this was neither the time nor the place.

Turning quickly, she slapped his hand away with a laugh as he reached for her breast. "Stop now, you naughty! I have to get the dinner ready."

"But... " Greg took a step closer.

"No buts! Go about your business now." Sylvie gazed into his eyes for a moment before touching his arm gently. "Maybe later... "

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

"What 'later'?" Greg jumps back at the sound of his father's voice.

"Nothing, dear." His mother replies. "We were just talking about Greg helping me out with something. A-around the house I mean."

Greg watches his father pour some water and follows him out into the living room, ensuring that he does not see the bulge in his pants. Then for the next half-an-hour, he blankly watches the screen while listening to his father shouting out his opinions, what he thought of the opposition and keeping him up to date on the current score.

Finally, at long last, his mother calls out that dinner is ready.

"Don't you want to go where you normally sit?" Asks his mother as Greg takes the place next to her.

"No. I..." He fumbles for an excuse. "Want to see the game."

"Come on!" His father shouts out as someone grabs the ball.

Greg uses this opportunity to rub his legs against his mother's, making her stiffen.

"Erm...How was your day, dear?" His mother asks his father.

"Was okay. Yours?" His father's eyes are still glued to the screen in the other room as he speaks. Greg slips his hand underneath the table and slides it onto his mother's lap.

"It was ... interesting." She gasps and he feels her grabbing his hand. Trying to dislodge it. At the same time, she flashes him a look as if to say stop that! Instead he cups her crotch...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie's face was flushed with...

embarrassment. She had gasped aloud when Greg placed his hand between her legs. It drew a questioning look from Jon, yet she did nothing to remove it. As their son's fingers pressed firmly against the denim of her jeans, she wondered if he could feel the heat of her and the wetness that was pooling in her panties.

She knew they shouldn't be doing this. Not here. Not now in front of Jon. Greg's impertinence and the thought that they would be caught out at any moment both enticed and alarmed her. The sheer naughtiness of it only heightened her desire. Their desire. For Sylvie knew Greg wanted her just as badly, if not more.

The proof was there and it empowered Sylvie's own boldness as she placed her hand on Greg's thigh and slowly moved it upward. She smiled as her fingers played over the length of his erection and a slight tremor passed through her body.

"I want... " she breathed quietly.

"Want? What do you want, Sylvie?" Jon asked, his mind half on her and half on the game.

Sylvie hadn't realized that she had spoken aloud and she could feel the heat rise to her face as it had risen between her legs. "I want... " she repeated, thinking quickly. "For us all to watch a movie together tonight. I'll make popcorn and we can snuggle up and be cozy."

In her mind she was picturing herself and Greg. Touching. Playing under the cover of a quilt. Hiding in plain sight. Sylvie shuddered with delight as a tiny orgasm washed over her with a promise of more to come.