The Ultimate Sacrifice

[Tibxo]

Greg

By the time he has gotten changed, his erection is raging violently within his pants. All he can think about is his mother's naked body. The softness of her breasts. The heat of her cunt as he slid in deeply.

"Mom..." He murmers as he launches himself out of his room.

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He almost groans as he sees her standing at the kitchen table, her back to him. His eyes quickly dip down, looking at her scrumpous butt, molded by her jeans. By now, it is as if his cock is going to tear a hole in his pants. Almost in a daze, he approaches her.

"Hiya!" He says throatly, watching her turn. "I didn't mean to startle you, Mom." Looking at her in need.

"It's okay... I was just... "

But he does not allow her to finish as he pulls her into his arms and clamps his mouth over hers.

It is like a dam has burst as the two of the mouth-wrestle against the counter, their hands pulling at their clothing. Before the minute is up, Greg's pants have been pushed down to his knees while his mother's panties have been ripped away and the boy's bone-hard babymaking machine is balls deep inside her hot canal.

With lusty moans and groans, the copulating couple start to hammer against each other. Fucking each other hard in their desperation to achieve that ultimate pleasure again.

"You fuckin' bastards!"

The shout stops them in mid thrust, breaking their liplock, they turn to see a red-faced Jon standing at the door...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"You fuckin' bastards!"

Half-dazed from the intensity of their lovemaking, at first it seemed as though everything was happening in slow motion. As their bodies separated, Greg turned around to stand between her and his obviously intoxicated father. No!! This was not going to turn out the way it had last night.

"Put your shorts on and get out of here," she said to her son as she pushed him aside. Shock at Jon being there, fear for the safety of her son, and finally anger fueled by an adrenalin rush made her bolder than she had ever been in her life. For the second time in as many days, she faced her husband, defiant in her nakedness. This time she was prepared.

Well almost. Without blinking an eye, Sylvie reached back and grabbed the butcher knife she had been using to chop vegetables. Her voice when she spoke, was low and full of menace. "Now. What was it you called us, Jonathon?"

 

[hellsgate]

Is there any chance Son has impregnated his Mom by this point? Would love to see Mom tell Dad that Son has done his duty to satisfy her AND her biological clock / empty nest impulses. She's "in-the-family-way" one last time before menopause sets in, & will NOT abort the child.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

The boy stands there as he watches his mother grab the knife and face his father.

"Now. What was it you called us, Jonathon?"

His father advances on her and only stops when he sees Greg move to his mother's side.

Noticing him standing beside her, he is told to go.

"No!" He says firmly, his eyes on his father. "I love you, Mom, and I am not leaving you with him."

He can feel it. The jealousy that his father is his rival. That his father had hurt him and worst still, his mother. He is going to protect her...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

This couldn't be happening...

When Greg stepped beside her and challenged his father, her husband, she knew that things had gone too far. Her hand, white knuckled from the tightness of her grip on the knife's handle, trembled as she slowly turned and set it back on the counter. She didn't have a mean bone in her body, yet here she was brandishing a weapon at the man she had called 'husband' for more than half of her life.

Tears of frustration and rage running down her cheeks, she slowly turned to face Jon. The quiet calm in her voice belied the fact that Sylvie was convinced she had totally lost her mind.

"Enough is enough. Now you listen to me, Jonathon Harrison. And you listen good." She took a deep breath, trying to compose her thoughts as her husband stood in front of her, a red-hot rage burning in his eyes.

"I didn't know what was going to happen when you came up with the idea about how to keep Greg safe. You're a man. Maybe you did. Maybe you didn't. That doesn't much matter now. What's done is done. The only thing left to do is decide what is to be done about it."

Greg started to speak, but she hushed him with a gentle hand on his arm. "I learned a lot of things in this short period of time. Came to a lot of realizations. About myself mostly. Things I didn't know, have never known. Things I realize that I've done without, gone without over the years. No. Not material things, Jon. You've always provided well for us. Personal things. Things I realize that you will never in a million years understand."

Sylvie lifted her chin high in defiance and took a deep breath even though her stomach was beginning to churn. "Jon, I want a divorce."

There! She'd said it! It was going to be over. All over. Relief flooded through her at the same moment the nausea she'd been struggling against won the battle.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

He stand there silently, listening to his mother speaking. Watching his father as he looks like he is going to explode. At one time, he tries to speak. To give her his verbal support but she just shhes him.

"Jon, I want a divorce." She says finally.

For a moment, there is stoney silence as if no-one knows who should speak first. Then his father has his explosion.

"You want to do what??? Have a divorce??? I suppose so that you can fuck your son in peace???" His father just stands there as he rants and raves. "Yeah! I see it now! You want me out of the way so you two can fuck! You sick fuckin' whore!! And you," Greg sees his father pointing at him. "You realise she only wants you because you have a big dick? She doesn't love you. She just wants to use you like she did me. Isn't that right, you fucking bitch??? You just want his big cock!"

He cannot believe what his father is saying...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie listened to her husband's tirade...

splashing cold water on her face and trying to regain her composure. Everything was out of control. A glint of light on the blade of the knife caught her eye, causing her to draw her breath in sharply. This had gone too far and it had to stop before something horrible happened.

"Enough!" Sylvie banged the heels of her hands on the edge of the sink before turning around. There was an imposing tone in her voice and a rigid firmness in her stance -- despite the fact that she was naked -- that left both Jon and Greg frozen in place and staring.

"You will not speak to either myself or our son that way, Jonathan Harrison. As to your presumptions and accusations... You really don't have a clue, do you? How sad for you. Perhaps if you took your drunken self upstairs and stood under a hot shower for an hour or two some of the sense I used to think you had will slowly begin to return."

"In the meantime... " Sylvie almost appeared to grow taller with her last words. "Until I decide how things are going to be. Keep out of my sight."

 

[Yoc]

Jon

"...I decide how things are going to be. Keep out of my sight."

His mind still clouded by alcohol, Jon cannot believe his ears.

"Why you incestuous bitch! Who do you think you fuckin' are?"

"I told you not to..." His wife begins, but he cuts her short.

"Shuddup, bitch!" He is almost screaming in his anger. "Just shut the fuck up, you sick cow! You know what I am goind to do? I am going to the police! I am going to the police and tell them that my sick wife is fucking my own son! They will lock the door and throw away the key!"

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

Something clicks as he hears his father shout and curse his mother. Suddenly filled with overpowering rage, the boy leaps forward.

"Don't you talk to Mom like that!"...

 

[Yoc]

Jon

It all happens so quickly.

Seeing the boy bearing down on him, Jon reacts instinctively, without thought. Bringing his fist up, he catches Greg under chin. The force of the connection literally knocking the boy of his feet and slamming him against the tiled kitchen wall. From then on, everything seems to be in slow motion as he watches his son slowly slide to the floor, leaving a thick line of blood in his wake, his gaze turning glassy, unblinking.

It may only be only seconds but to him it seems an eternity as he watches his son just lay there, not moving.

"Greg?" He says in a shakey voice.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

One year later...

Many things have changed in Sylvie Harrison's life, though the bittersweet memories of an all too brief but very loving time will always remain to warm her on a cold winter evening. She sold the house and stayed with friends in Canada until she figured out how to pick up the pieces and start over, finally resettling there. Life was different, but it was good.

Sylvie rolled over in the queen sized bed. It was early morning and she had a few more minutes of 'alone time' before... His long, slender fingers slipped between her legs to cup her mons. Sylvie sighed, parting her legs in invitation as she reached for him. He was hard and she felt herself grow wet as his burgeoning erection twitched in her hand.

"Mmm... So nice," she murmured as he rolled on top of her, guiding his shaft into her steamy depths. The walls of her pussy spread to admit him as he slid into her, claiming her body yet again.

It was heavenly. Their bodies moved together as one. A perfect fit, she wrapped herself around him like a silk glove as they found their rhythm. Hard and fast and hungry. Always hungry for each other.

He covered her mouth with his own as he increased his efforts, ready to fill her with his hot, fertile seed yet again. Flooding himself inside of her, he groaned in blissful agony as she joined him in a frenzy of simultaneous explosions.

In the distance a baby began to cry. Sylvie smiled. "Greg, love... the baby... needs feeding... "

The End... Or is it just the beginning?

 

[SoSo]

Thanks for the great story.
I hate to see it leave.

 

[Tibxo]

Thanks, SoSo.

I enjoyed participating in it.