The Ultimate Sacrifice

[Tibxo]

Greg

The boy gasps as he feels her grip his swelling shaft even as he drinks in her words.

Unable to stop himself, not wanting to stop himself, the boy gives one final savage thrust into her, burying himself to the hairy hilt as his mother takes every large, thick pulsating inch of him. Then he feels the explosion in his groin, causing him to grab hold of her fiercely while pressing his head hard against her shoulder as he feels the eruptions shoot up his taut pole.

For a moment, the tidal wave appear pause at his cockhead as if gathering strength. Then, unable to hold back, it literally explodes inside his mother's belly, filling her hot, wet insides with his molten potent boy-cum.

"Mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie's fingers comb through...

Greg's hair as she holds him closely. She can feel his explosive orgasm deep inside as he erupts, filling her as she has never been filled before. Hot pulsing streams of cum shooting into her as she tightens around him, milking him of every last drop.

As the two lay gasping in each others arms, Sylvie pressed her cheek against his forehead and smoothed the beads of sweat away with her fingertips. They lay still for a moment, their hearts pounding as if they will burst through their chests.

What have you done, Sylvie? What in God's name have you done? The realization of what has just occurred begins to sink in as Greg presses his lips against her neck, kissing her.

"Mom... " he whispers as she lowers her legs from around his waist. Shifting her body slightly in preparation of getting up, Greg in turn shifts his, his hips still rocking against her, riding out the intensity of his orgasm. Slowly. Gently.

"Yes, love. It's... " How could she tell him it was okay? This wasn't what either she or Jon intended when they made the plan to keep Greg safe. Sweet heavens, what was he going to say when she told him? What if she didn't? What if Greg wanted to do this again? She had to think. She had to make sense of what had just happened. In truth, could she have expected anything less? Wasn't she just asking for trouble. Then again... It was her duty as a mother to keep him safe from harm. Wasn't it? Wasn't it?

"Greg? I have to clean up... " Sylvie says quietly and then draws in her breath sharply as she realizes that he is hard again. Or still. And moving in and out of her.

"Sweet Jesus," she can't help moaning as she feels herself succumbing to him once again.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

For a few moments, the boy lies saited on top his mother, his mouth gently nibbling at her neck.

"Mom..." He groans as he feels the last of his seed deposit inside her hot channel, enjoying the feel of her moving underneath him.

"Yes, love. It's... " He hears her start to say and then silence.

"Greg?" She says after a few minutes, "I have to clean up... " but already he finds himself starting to move inside, his cock growing hard again. But his mind is clearer this time, aware of what he is doing.

He is fucking his own mom!

But still he moves inside her, slowly, gently. The memory and the feeling is too good to stop, though he no longer having the urgent need to just thrust madly away.

"Sweet Jesus." The sound of her moan causes to instantly become fully erect, forcing the walls of her cunt to expand to encompass his stout shaft.

"Ohhhh, Mom." He groans as he sucks at her skin. Then lifting himself while never stopping his grind into her, his thick tool completely inside her as he looks down with a mixture of love, passion and gratitude.

His eyes then fall on her heaving bosom and he licks his lips, hungrily...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

She feels Greg growing, swelling...

stretching her inner sex almost beyond its limits as he raises himself and looks down at her. She can see the hunger in his eyes, or is it merely a reflection of her own desires? Sylvie knew that she would have to deal with this, but for the moment....

She placed her hand on the back of her son's neck, pulling him down to her chest. Her nipples were elongated and tender, straining against the lace of her bra, aching for his mouth as her pussy ached for his cock. His lips grazed briefly over the thin material before he lifted his head, smiling at her.

A quiet "Ohhh... " escaped her lips as Greg unfastened the front clasp, freeing her ample breasts. His tongue circled one of the hardened points begging for his attention and then the other. The areolae puckered around them as his mouth finally engulfed one and he suckled at her teat, sending bolts of passion throughout her body.

"That's it, baby. Yes... " she murmured senselessly as she locked her legs around her son's waist and arched her hips, prepared to meet his every thrust.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

Hungrily, lustily, the boy begin to feast on his mother's plump bosom, his mouth sucking powerfully on the engorged nipples while his hands maul the fat flesh, using them for anchorage as he rams his aching staff into her again and again.

Like a child with a sweet tooth, Greg is in heaven. All of his pent up lust being expelled on the lovely soft body underneath him.

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Their wet flesh as their juice covered loins collided together as they continued to copulate. No more words comes out of their mouths, nothing apart from moans and sighs.

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! In the kitchen, an alarm goes off. This is usually to tell Slyvie that her favourite soap is on which she never misses. She will do today!

Slowly the minutes tick by and Greg starts to speed up, stabbing his immense tool hard and faster into his mother's receptive sex. Each wet slap causing her to gasp. Their bodies are completely soaking as they pounded against each other.

"Oh fuck, mom!" He gasps, as he pulls his mouth from her now tender breast and passionately reattach itself onto her mouth, his tongue diving in to conquer its interior.

He can feel the need starting to build up again, to fill his mother up with his fertile seed...

 

[Yoc]

Jonathon

Sitting in the cab on route to his home, he is pleased that his company had, at the last minute, decided to change his plans and for him not go after all. But instead of catching another train back to the office, he decides instead to get a cab straight. His house isn't far across country and he knows that he will be home within the hour.

He has also done some thinking and has decided that will tell Sylvie that he has changed his mind, that he doesn't want her doing these things with Greg.

There must be other things for him without resorting to that!

He smiles to himself, recalling the look of disgust on her face when he originally suggested it.

Thanks to the traffic (or lack of), the cab pulls up in front of his drive in a lot less time than he had anticipated...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Greg's mouth covers his mother's...

devouring her moans and cries as she feels her pussy stretching to accommodate his thick cock. So big... filling her... She could feel the walls of her vagina molding to him, her muscles tight around his throbbing shaft.

Sylvie's fingernails scraped across Greg's back as she tried to pull him closer. Deeper. Her body screamed it's need for release even as she felt her son's strokes growing longer and more forceful. Bliss. Heaven. She tried to stem back the tide of her quickly approaching orgasm. Wanting to draw it out. Make it last. She had never felt anything like this before.

Her hips bucked against her son's as they rutted, like animals in heat. She wanted to scream. Yell. She needed to cum, and she couldn't hold back any longer.

"Ohhh... Greg... " she groaned into his mouth as her body tensed. She didn't care whether it was right or wrong. All she knew was that she needed... Wanted...

Without missing a stroke, her son leaned up and looked down into her eyes. She returned his gaze and let it go as he moaned.

"God, baby... oh, God... I'm... cumming... nowww!" Sylvie let the smoldering heat of it travel throughout her body, building into a frenzied crescendo of shuddering convulsions. She moaned, low and gutteral, as her orgasm overtook her.

Greg continued to pound into her. Harder. Deeper. Faster. His cock swelling even further within her quivering depths.

 

[Yoc]

Jonathon

Damn! Where's my keys???

"I must have left them indoors." He curses as he stands outside the front door.

He rings the door bell and waits.

No answer.

Strange! Where is she?

He rings again.

Again, no answer.

What is she up to???

This time, he keeps pressing the button...

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

The boy gasps as he hears his mother cry out underneath him, feeling her legs wrap around his waist as she hugs him to her, her cunt clamping down on his cock as she pulls all of his immense flesh inside her and keep it there. He feels like he is being crushed and loves every moment of it.

"Oooh! Greg!" She groans, her body convulsing as he feels her hands in his hair, pulling his face down to hers to engage in a fiery kiss.

So good! Sooo gggooooodd!!!!

He wishes that this can go on together. Never has he felt so good. Eagerly, hungrily, he responds. His tongue meeting hers as they tongue fuck in wild abandon, every pulsating inch of his steel rod firmly encased in her squeezing hole.

Finally, unable to hold back, he pulls his mouth away from hers and he starts to move his hips again. In moments, he is fucking her like never before, his lower body a blur as he forces his loving mother to takes his jutting manhood time after time.

He hears the door bell go.

Not now! Please God! Not now!

He continues to thrust, getting harder and driving deeper. His mother sobbing underneath him.

The bell goes again.

"Whooooo..?" His mother gasp.

"Sylvie!!!??? Are you there! I don't have my keys!"

Dad!!!??? Noooo!

Desperately, the boy speeds up even faster.

"SYLVIE!!!!"

"Oh....no!...." gasps his mother. "It's .... ugnnn ... your ... ungnnn ... father. You have ... ohhh ... to get .... ugnnn ... o-off ... me. PLEASE!!!"

"Can't!" The boy gasps in return. "Can't ... stop!"

"Please... ooohhh!" She cries out under him but he can't stop, not now. He feels his erection swelling even more inside his mother's tight channel, causing her vagina to grip him even tighter, helping him climb higher and higher towards his release.

"SYLVIE!!!! I KNOW YOU ARE THERE!!!!"...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"SYLVIE!!!! I KNOW YOU ARE THERE!!!!"

Sylvie had never felt more wicked, more aroused in her life as her blood raced through her veins, pounding in her temples and loins. Greg's cock felt so hard, so hot, so exciting, flexing and vibrating inside of her.

She wanted him to hurry so that she could let Jon in, but at the same time she never wanted this to end. Her son shook more and more violently as he vented his lust between her legs. His prick felt like a steel rod inside of her, relentlessly ramming in and out of her silky passage.

"SYLVIE! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THERE, DAMMIT!"

Sylvie knew Greg was going to explode inside of her at any moment. She rotated her ass, squeezing his prick with her cunt as he plunged in and out, both of them coming closer and closer toward their climax.

"Oh... hurry, baby... hurry... " she pleaded, though neither was sure if she meant because her husband was still pounding at the door or because they needed to find their release.

Greg's face was flushed, his eyes glazed over as he fucked her harder and harder. Sylvie writhed, twisting her head from side to side.

"Oh God, yesss!" she moaned. "Oh Greg... Yes... Yesss!"

"Now, mom... Nowwwww... " Greg cried out. She clung to her son, grunting, jerking as his prick flexed hard just before he erupted. His jism squirted up her pussy and he shook in her arms, moaning. Shooting again and again.

Their frantic humping slowed to a halt as Greg's cock softened slightly and she let go. Sylvie's arms dropped to her sides for a moment before she pushed him away, standing up quickly and grabbing her clothing; fear and excitement pumping adrenalin throughout her body.

"Quickly now. Upstairs and in the shower. I'll throw on something and get the door." Kissing him lightly on his lips, Sylvie ran into her room for her robe, throwing it on as she began to unlock the door.

So wrong... So wicked... How would she ever be able to explain... Her heart was pounding in her chest as she pulled the door open, wondering if Jon would know what evil thing she had just been doing.

 

[Yoc]

Jonathon

At last! He thinks to himself as he hears the lock being turned from behind the door.

"Didn't you hear me ringing the bell? I been out here for ages." He grumbles as his wife lets him in.

"Sorry." She says simply. He stops and looks at her.

"What's happened to you?" Sylvie certainly doesn't look her prim and proper self. Her hair is all dishevelled, her clothing is all screwed up and she looks decidedly flushed.

"I..erm...didn't feel too well so I had a nap." She explains. Jonathon touches her face. It is hot and clammy.

"You are hot, darling." His tone softening. "Maybe you should go back up to bed and I will bring you up something later."...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Waves of guilt crash over Sylvie...

when she sees the concern on Jon's face and hears it in his voice. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. They meant only to keep their son safe and healthy, but it had progressed to something other. Something more than expected. Or was it?

"Yes, dear. You may be right," Sylvie said quietly, feeling ashamed at herself for being so deceitful with her husband by not telling him what had actually happened. "Perhaps a shower and a quick lie-down is what I need."

He kissed her on the cheek before she turned and went upstairs to their bedroom. Her mind was churning with thoughts as she walked into the master bath. Did Jon suspect? How could he not smell the scent of sex that surrounded her, permeated her very being?

Sylvie sighed. How could they possibly have thought that by helping Greg things would not have progressed further? That he would not want more than she had offered? Come off it, Sylvie! You knew deep down that helping Greg to masturbate would not be enough. That he would want more.

Yes. Yes! She screamed inside her mind. I knew. I knew, dammit! I just didn't know that I would want more. That I would want anything from this besides keeping our son healthy and safe.

Sylvie had slipped her robe off and was ready to step into the stall when she thought she heard Greg calling her. Her heart lurched and she felt her body respond in a way that was not normal. Not normal for a mother for a mother to feel for her son at any rate. Perhaps she could ignore him. Pretend she didn't hear. Sylvie listened again. Nothing. Must have been her imagination.

She stepped under the streaming shower and let the steamy hot water flow over her as she tried to forget the feelings and desires that had been awakened from somewhere deep inside of her.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

He stands numbly as the hot jets of the shower washes over him. He couldn't believe what has just happened.

He had just fucked his own mother!

His cock had finally been inside a woman's cunt. His mother's cunt!!!

The thought makes his penis lurch.

He just can't believe it!

His senses slowly returning, the boy turns off the shower and steps out of the cubicle. Wrapping a towel around him, he leaves the bathroom and heads for the bedroom, a part of him wishing that he would bump into her.

In his bedroom, he falls onto his bed, the towel falling off him, revealing his hs cock, now half swollen, laying out on his thigh. Instantly, he is asleep.

The next thing he knows, he hears his mother calling out to him that dinner is ready from the other side of the door...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Showered and refreshed...

Sylvie had thrown on a tee shirt and a pair of shorts, deciding to go speak with Jon instead of waiting for him to come check on her. She needed to be up and doing rather than laying about and thinking just now.

"Hi, honey" Jon said with a concerned half-smile, looking over the top of the newspaper. "Feeling better?"

"Mmm... Yes," Sylvie answered, sitting on the arm of his easy chair. Her glance fell on the sofa where she and Greg had made love not an hour before. Half ashamed, she felt her body reacting to the memory of that afternoon.

Stop this, Sylvie! It isn't right. It wasn't... That is your husband sitting there. He is the one who is supposed to please you.

"I thought we'd order out though. Chinese sound good?" She rubbed his shoulder as she continued hesitantly. "I was thinking... Maybe we could turn in early tonight?"

Jon smiled and murmured a distracted "Mhmm... " which sent her hopes plummeting and her thoughts back to their son.

Sighing she went to the phone to place their order. Deep down she knew that they had made a decision that was right for their son, but she just didn't think it was right for her to be so aroused by it. No. Sylvie needed to divert her thoughts from Greg to Jon and even if it took all night to arouse him, she swore that she would do it.

A half hour later, the food had been delivered and she went upstairs to let Greg know it was time to eat. Please don't ask me to help you just now. Please... she willed her son from the other side of the door. Her hand faltered on the doorknob before she let it drop away and went back downstairs. Greg could take care of himself just this once.

 

[Yoc]

Jon

Jon had already prepared the plates when he sees Sylvie walk into the dinning room, alone/

"Where's Greg? His dinner's on the table."

"Erm. He's fast asleep in his room." Replies his wife. "And I thought it was better to leave him alone. We can always take something up to him later."

Jon hands his wife a plate.

"Is everything alright?" He asks, as he starts to mix the curry and rice together on his own plate. Something that he always does before eating.

"Yes, why?" The tone of her voice catches his interest.

"Well, you seem tense tonight. You sure that there's nothing the matter?" He takes a mouthful of chicken.

"There's nothing wrong." Sylvie says as she starts to play with her food, though never making an attempt to actually eat anything.

There is a brief pause as he wrestles with himself to ask the question. But for some reason, he can't. Instead:

"Did you have an accident in the living room? There was a strange smell in there. I had to open the windows to get rid of it."

The sound of something hitting the table gets him to look up, straight into his wife's pale-white open-mouthed face...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Hi, mom. Dad. Smells good... I'm starving,"

Greg said as he slid into a chair at the table. Sylvie jumped. She was as nervous as a cat after Jon's remarks and couldn't help wondering how long Greg had been standing there before speaking. Was he commenting on the food or... Stop this, Sylvie! You'll drive yourself bonkers if you keep it up.

"I'm going out with some of my mates this evening, mom. I might stay over at Brad's if you don't mind," Greg said in between taking bites of food.

"That's fine, Greg. Just give me a call to let me know for sure, okay?" Sylvie replied. This couldn't be any more perfect. She wouldn't have to worry about Greg and could focus her attention on her husband for a change. She wanted, no needed to be with Jon, in the way that married couples were supposed to be. It just wasn't right that she had been aroused by someone other than her husband... Especially their own son.

Sylvie cleaned up the kitchen while Jon watched the evening news. Greg had phoned to say he would in fact be staying at Brad's, which meant that she and Jon would be alone this evening. All evening.

It wasn't long before Jon was yawning and telling her that he was going up to bed. Sylvie nodded, telling him that she was just going to have a quick bath and would join him in a little while.

Everything was falling into place nicely, Sylvie thought, watching the tub fill. She poured bubble bath under the stream of running water and watched it foam up and slowly lowered herself into the fragrant, steaming water.

 

[Yoc]

Jon

Changing into his striped pajamas, Jon goes into the spare bathroom (neither of them like using the main one when the other is bathing) and carefully brushes his teeth. He then combs his hair, noting with disappointment that his bald patch is growing and that he has to sweep more of his hair across to try and hide it. However, satisfied that he can no longer see the patch, he walks back into the bedroom and gets into bed.

For a while, he just lays there, propped against the pillow. His mind wandering back to the events of the last few days. The AIDS scare at school. Him suggesting to Sylvie that she 'administers' to the boy to protect him from harm. Sylvie agreeing (though hesitantly) to do it. Getting the feeling that although she wasn't keen, she seems to be doing it quite a lot (he had expected maybe once a week). Then there was the strange scene when he got home.

Why hadn't she let him in straight away? Why did they look so red? And what was that particular smell?

The more he thinks of it, the more he wonders if there could be something going on? But that's ridiculus! Greg's her son for God's sake. Besides, Sylvie could never do that sort of thing, not even with him, her own husband! She won't even wear a bikini on a beach because it shows too much. No. It's not that.

Maybe the boy is becoming too demanding?

That could be it. Boys Greg's age are sex crazy. Maybe he keeps pestering her? Poor Sylvie. He feels a tinge of guilt.

Anyway, he will have a word with her before they go to sleep.

With that decided, he reaches over and picks up his reading glasses and his book How to Succeed in Business. He had read a few pages when he hears the bedroom door opening...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie stood in the doorway...

waiting for Jon to notice her. She wore a sheer negligee that left little to the imagination, something she had bought long ago for a special occasion which never happened. Until now.

"Sylvie! What... "

She walked over to her husband and placed a finger over his lips. "Hush," she whispered, taking his book and setting it on the nightstand.

"What are you... "

Sylvie turned out the light without another word. Pulling back the covers, she sat down beside Jon and lowered her mouth to his. "Shhh... " she repeated as her hand trailed along the outside of his pajama bottoms, caressing his penis through the sturdy cotton.

Jon seemed hesitant, perhaps a little surprised even at the behavior of his normally inhibited wife, but she soon felt him beginning to respond to her touch. Sylvie stood then and removed her gown, her silhouette displayed in the light from the streetlamp outside their window.

Sylvie searched his eyes, subconsciously hoping to see the look of longing and desire that she had seen in Greg's. Did she? Sylvie was unsure as she lay down beside her husband and pulled him toward her.

"Jon... " she murmured as he rolled over onto her, parting her legs. She could feel him growing steadily erect against her stomach. "Suck on my nipples." Sylvie needed to feel aroused. Needed to feel the lust and passion she had felt earlier in the day. Stop thinking like that, Sylvie! This is your husband! He will make you feel the same. Even better. This afternoon was wrong. This is the man who is supposed to excite and arouse you.

Jon stiffened slightly before lowering his mouth to her breast. She moaned in response, feeling her body beginning to respond as his fully erect penis prodded at her puffy outer lips. "Fill me, Jon... " Sylvie urged him as he edged his pajama bottoms downward. "I want you so."

 

[Yoc]

Jon

Jon is still in a state of shock as he finds himself on top of his wife, his legs between hers as his 4 inch erection stabs at Sylvie's sex.

"Fill me, Jon... " Sylvie urged him and he feels his pajama bottoms being pushed down. "I want you so."

Suddenly caught up in her desperation, her lust, he enters her and starts to thrust back and forth, feeling Sylvie wrap around him.

"Take me, darling. Take me..." She moans and he tries to do that. The seconds tick past as he moves inside her.

Then his body suddenly stiffens...

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

Putting the key in the lock, Greg quietly lets himself into the house.

He had decided against staying at Brad's and come home instead. Usually, he enjoyed staying at his friend's place, playing with his X-Box but today he just wasn't in the mood. The main reason being that he just couldn't forget what had happened that afternoon and he had an almighty boner all evening because of it which he had just managed to hide, courtesy of a baggy shirt.

Not turning on any lights, he goes into the kitchen and helps himself to a glass of milk, his mind already wondering when the next time his mother will relieve him again...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie screamed a silent "Nooooo... "

when she felt Jon stiffen and utter a quiet "Unhh!" She had been nowhere near reaching her own climax and the sense of disappointment she felt was overwhelming as Jon rolled off and went into the bathroom for a quick washup and a pee. Sylvie listened, pulling her gown down while she waited for the rest of their love-making ritual to play itself out.

Within minutes, her husband was back and tossing her a washcloth to wipe herself with. Not a word was spoken. No "I love you's," not even a "Thank you, ma'am". Just the sound of Jon's breathing slowing as he fell asleep. And, as per usual, she picked up her book to read herself to sleep.

Only this time it was different. Sylvie was angry. Angry and disappointed. Even a little disgusted. There was nothing different about tonight than any other except the fact that she knew her body was capable of more than her husband had ever shown her in all the years of their marriage. Far, far more.

Her mind drifted to the events of the previous afternoon, the feel of Greg's enormous cock spreading her open as he fucked her. Yes, COCK dammit! And yes, he had FUCKED her! Long and hard. And she had cum like she had never imagined possible. Why couldn't her own husband make her feel that way?

Because you're a whorish wanton, Sylvie! You lust after your own son. You're a disgustingly reprehensible creature! "No, dammit! I am not!" she spat aloud, slamming her book down and getting up to go make herself a cup of coffee.

The house was quiet and with Greg gone for the night, she didn't grab a robe to cover herself. Sylvie couldn't help wondering what Greg would make of the sheer negligee she was wearing. The way the diaphanous material brushed against her nipples and the dark vee between her legs stood out against the ivory pallor of her skin. He would have appreciated the sight.

Stop it, Sylvie! There are ways for you to find your pleasure without thinking about your son. You will learn to satisfy yourself in the same way that you help Greg to find his release. This is the way of things between a husband and wife and there is nothing you can do about it, try as you will. Your mother told you that before you were married. It is your wifely duty to satisfy your husband's sexual urges. Sylvie snorted as she yanked open the refrigerator door to get the coffee. "Yes, and my son's, too."

Even so, she couldn't help remembering how she had touched herself as a girl when she had seen the farm animals in rut. Innocently, but she remembered the pleasant tingling between her legs. Or how delicious she had felt when Greg had filled her so completely. "No, mother. This is not the way it's supposed to be." she ranted to herself as she poured the water into the machine and measured out the coffee. "Not at all!"

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

"Fuck! I forgot my milk."

Dressed only in his boxers, the boy quietly leaves his bedroom and goes downstairs back to the kitchen where he had left his glass.

He is at the kitchen door when he finds his mother by the coffeemaker, the soft light of the stove illuminating the room and her body. He just stands there as his eyes travels over her practically naked body, her nightdress doing nothing to hide its secrets. The way her large breasts jut out from her chest, her full arse, the thick thighs. Immediately his mind goes back to the afternoon, the two of them on the sofa, her soft body under his. His cock embedded to the hilt inside her hot, wet, cunt. The images instantly causes him go rock hard, the intense throbbing feeling causing him to groan out loudly.

"Jon...?" His mother says, turning round...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie jumped...

and then chuckled at being startled by the sight of her son instead of her husband in the doorway of the kitchen. "Greg! When did you come home? I thought you were staying at... " Her words trail off when she noticed the way Greg was looking at her, his hubristic erection protruding against the loose cotton of his boxers.

"I... I thought you... I'll just go get my robe and you can tell me why you've come home." Sylvie could feel the heat rise to her face. Even though she had imagined what Greg's reaction to her negligee would be, she had only been being perverse and hadn't actually expected him to see her in it. Why couldn't Jon have looked at her like this?

She could try to put it off on his age, but Sylvie and Jon had been married when they were quite young. Greg's age, in fact. And Jon had never looked at her in the same way her son was looking at her now. Enough! Get yourself covered up!

"My robe... " she murmured again as she moved to go past him.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

The boy isn't listening as he watches his mother as she comes towards him. Seeing how her large breasts sway under their weight as they move. Watching the smooth curves of her mature body.

Inside his boxers, his cock strained like never before.

"My robe... " says to him, as she tries to get past him. He looks at her face, noticing how flush it is. The look makes him hornier still.

Oh God!

His mind is too swamped with his raging hormones to care whether this is right or wrong. All he can remember is the pleasure he felt that afternoon.

"Mom...?" He gasps as he grasps her arm, the movement causing his turgid tool to press firmly against her thigh...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Greg grabbed Sylvie's arm as she...

tried to hurry past, turning her to face him. A jolt, not unlike the tingle of electrical current, coursed through her body when she felt his erection jutting against her.

"Mom... ?"

She could hear the quiet appeal in her son's voice and see the pleading in his eyes. Sylvie knew that although she was reluctant, she would help her son yet again, hoping against hope that he would be satisfied with her hands. Or was she? Sweet heavens, she was becoming aroused!

"Yes, lovey. Mommy will help you," she murmured comfortingly. "I'll come to your room as soon as I've fetched my robe."

He nodded and she kissed the tip of his nose before hurrying from his sight toward her room. Please don't let Jon wake up now, she prayed. Please, not now. Both appalled and surprised by her reaction to his touch, Sylvie just wanted to do this for her son and get it over with.