The Ultimate Sacrifice
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Sylvie started at the sound of...
her husband's voice. Why had she jumped like that? She wasn't doing anything more than what they had agreed upon. Was she? No. Well then. What's the worry?
She turned and walked over to her husband's side of the bed. Tucking the blankets tight around him as she would for her son, she kissed him on his forehead. "Go back to sleep, Jon. I'll be back in a little bit." She heard him snoring before she had closed the door behind her. He hadn't even ask if she was all right, and that really galled her.
Sylvie rapped lightly on Greg's door and opened it without waiting for a response. The sight before her made her draw in her breath sharply. He was laying on his bed completely naked, his prodigious erection, thick and tumid, extending beyond his navel.
Once again, she found herself amazed at the sheer dimensions of her son's penis and shamefully could not help but compare it to Jon's, which paled in comparison. Stop gawking, Sylvie and get this over with before... Before what? Was she really hoping for a repeat of this afternoon's rash behavior? Sylvie shook off the thought as soon as it began to develop and sat down on the edge of Greg's bed.
Sylvie smiled shyly yet reassuringly at her son, and without a word took his erection in her hands and began to stroke him.
her husband's voice. Why had she jumped like that? She wasn't doing anything more than what they had agreed upon. Was she? No. Well then. What's the worry?
She turned and walked over to her husband's side of the bed. Tucking the blankets tight around him as she would for her son, she kissed him on his forehead. "Go back to sleep, Jon. I'll be back in a little bit." She heard him snoring before she had closed the door behind her. He hadn't even ask if she was all right, and that really galled her.
Sylvie rapped lightly on Greg's door and opened it without waiting for a response. The sight before her made her draw in her breath sharply. He was laying on his bed completely naked, his prodigious erection, thick and tumid, extending beyond his navel.
Once again, she found herself amazed at the sheer dimensions of her son's penis and shamefully could not help but compare it to Jon's, which paled in comparison. Stop gawking, Sylvie and get this over with before... Before what? Was she really hoping for a repeat of this afternoon's rash behavior? Sylvie shook off the thought as soon as it began to develop and sat down on the edge of Greg's bed.
Sylvie smiled shyly yet reassuringly at her son, and without a word took his erection in her hands and began to stroke him.
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(OOC: Happy 100th post, Maid.
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"Oohhh, Mom!" He groans as soon as he feels her soft hands on his throbbing length.
"Shhh! Your father's asleep in the other room." His mother tells him, her hands moving up down his thickening stalk. The helmet enlarging to the size of a purple golfball.
"S-sorry." He groans. "It feels so good."
For a while, they are silent. Both watching her hands do their magic on his aching hard-on. The boy noting with a certain smugness how her hands cannot completely encircle him, Then his eyes travels up to her body, noticing that even though she is now wearing a robe, it doesn't hide her shape from him. He can easily see the soft fabric molding itself around her large jugs.
"Honey? You shouldn't be looking at mother like that."
His mother's words causes him to look up only to see her looking back him. She has also stopped stroking him, her hands now just firmly gripping his taut rod.
"I-I am sorry!" He groans, still relishing her touch. "I-I just that you look so b-beautiful." As he says this, once again his eyes lock onto her impressive bosom. "S-so beautiful."...
(OOC: Happy 100th post, Maid.
)"Oohhh, Mom!" He groans as soon as he feels her soft hands on his throbbing length.
"Shhh! Your father's asleep in the other room." His mother tells him, her hands moving up down his thickening stalk. The helmet enlarging to the size of a purple golfball.
"S-sorry." He groans. "It feels so good."
For a while, they are silent. Both watching her hands do their magic on his aching hard-on. The boy noting with a certain smugness how her hands cannot completely encircle him, Then his eyes travels up to her body, noticing that even though she is now wearing a robe, it doesn't hide her shape from him. He can easily see the soft fabric molding itself around her large jugs.
"Honey? You shouldn't be looking at mother like that."
His mother's words causes him to look up only to see her looking back him. She has also stopped stroking him, her hands now just firmly gripping his taut rod.
"I-I am sorry!" He groans, still relishing her touch. "I-I just that you look so b-beautiful." As he says this, once again his eyes lock onto her impressive bosom. "S-so beautiful."...
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Sylvie was torn...
she wanted to gratify Greg, but didn't want to encourage him and let the same thing happen again that had occurred earlier. She also didn't want Jon to wake up and come looking for her. Even though he was aware, there was something inherently personal about her interaction with their son that she didn't want her husband privvy to. And then there was the fact that she was reacting in ways that she should not.
Yes, Sylvie thought. The quicker this little episode was over, the better off they would be. She would be. It would certainly hasten things if she allowed him to see her breasts. After all, he had seen far more... She tried to suppress the lustful tremors that were causing her very nerve endings to vibrate with excitement as she released her hold on Greg's beautiful erection and stood before him.
Beautiful? Did she say beautiful? Whatever was she like? Heaven help her. Yes, it would be best to hurry this up, Sylvie thought as she let her robe slip down from her shoulders and fall to the floor in a jumbled pile at her feet.
It's been a grand 100, Tib... as always. I hope you've been as pleased with this as I have been. ~N
she wanted to gratify Greg, but didn't want to encourage him and let the same thing happen again that had occurred earlier. She also didn't want Jon to wake up and come looking for her. Even though he was aware, there was something inherently personal about her interaction with their son that she didn't want her husband privvy to. And then there was the fact that she was reacting in ways that she should not.
Yes, Sylvie thought. The quicker this little episode was over, the better off they would be. She would be. It would certainly hasten things if she allowed him to see her breasts. After all, he had seen far more... She tried to suppress the lustful tremors that were causing her very nerve endings to vibrate with excitement as she released her hold on Greg's beautiful erection and stood before him.
Beautiful? Did she say beautiful? Whatever was she like? Heaven help her. Yes, it would be best to hurry this up, Sylvie thought as she let her robe slip down from her shoulders and fall to the floor in a jumbled pile at her feet.
It's been a grand 100, Tib... as always. I hope you've been as pleased with this as I have been. ~N
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Greg
His eyes widen as he watches his mother slide her robe off, revealling her sheer nighty which does nothing to hide her soft body from his eager gaze. She then sits back down to him, availing her large chest to his eager stare. Then he feels her hands on him once again.
Christ!
From this distance, the nightdress does practically almost nothing to hide the woman's charms from her son. He can easily make out the large areolas surrounding her stiff(?) nibbles.
Fuck! They are stiff!!!
The boy's heart (and something else) gives a lurch at the realisation.
"Why, Greg. You seem very interested in my breasts."
Realising that she is talking to him, he looks up.
Did just say...?
"You like my breasts, don't you Greg?" Her face looks flushed. He finds his eyes moving back to her moving mounds of flesh.
"Y-yes." He gasps. "They are s-so big."...
His eyes widen as he watches his mother slide her robe off, revealling her sheer nighty which does nothing to hide her soft body from his eager gaze. She then sits back down to him, availing her large chest to his eager stare. Then he feels her hands on him once again.
Christ!
From this distance, the nightdress does practically almost nothing to hide the woman's charms from her son. He can easily make out the large areolas surrounding her stiff(?) nibbles.
Fuck! They are stiff!!!
The boy's heart (and something else) gives a lurch at the realisation.
"Why, Greg. You seem very interested in my breasts."
Realising that she is talking to him, he looks up.
Did just say...?
"You like my breasts, don't you Greg?" Her face looks flushed. He finds his eyes moving back to her moving mounds of flesh.
"Y-yes." He gasps. "They are s-so big."...
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Sylvie finds herself beginning to panic...
when she sees the hunger and desire in Greg's eyes. He is looking at her the way that Jon should have. And she is beginning to feel aroused in the way a mother should never be for her son. Sylvie had to hurry this along before she did something that she would regret later. Perhaps...
"You like my breasts don't you Greg?"
"Y-yes," he gasped. "They are s-so big."
She felt his cock begin to swell even further in her hands as she continued to stroke him. Long firm strokes, her thumb moving in lazy circles over the purple helmet that was now glistening with pre-cum.
"You can touch them," she whispered. "If you think it might help." What are you saying to the boy, Sylvie?? What the hell are you doing??"
She could feel the sticky wetness between her legs begin to spread as her son looked askance at her and reached out tentatively to cup one of her heavy breasts, the fingers of his free hand tweaking her aching nipples. This isn't right, she admonished herself. It may not be right... but it will help Greg to reach a climax more quickly, she retorted unwilling to admit that she was becoming more and more aroused.
when she sees the hunger and desire in Greg's eyes. He is looking at her the way that Jon should have. And she is beginning to feel aroused in the way a mother should never be for her son. Sylvie had to hurry this along before she did something that she would regret later. Perhaps...
"You like my breasts don't you Greg?"
"Y-yes," he gasped. "They are s-so big."
She felt his cock begin to swell even further in her hands as she continued to stroke him. Long firm strokes, her thumb moving in lazy circles over the purple helmet that was now glistening with pre-cum.
"You can touch them," she whispered. "If you think it might help." What are you saying to the boy, Sylvie?? What the hell are you doing??"
She could feel the sticky wetness between her legs begin to spread as her son looked askance at her and reached out tentatively to cup one of her heavy breasts, the fingers of his free hand tweaking her aching nipples. This isn't right, she admonished herself. It may not be right... but it will help Greg to reach a climax more quickly, she retorted unwilling to admit that she was becoming more and more aroused.
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Greg
You can touch them," he hears his mother whisper. "If you think it might help."
He feels himself swallowing even as he automatically reaches out, his shaking hand tentitively at first, sliding over a breast. He groans as he feels the soft rubber flesh under the smooth silk of her nighty. Getting bolder, he moves closer, his hand gripping her boob harder as it slides over the hard nub of her nipple. His mother gasps.
He must touch both of them!
Focusing his attention on her chest, he pulls himself up to a sitting position next to her, allowing his other hand to grasp and grope his mother's other breast.
So soft! So big!
He watches spellbound as the heavy mammarians move and wobble under his ardent fumble.
"Oh Mom!" He sighs, his erection growing every tauter under her soft grip. Without realising it, his hot and trembling body is pressing against hers. Their thighs firmly together...
You can touch them," he hears his mother whisper. "If you think it might help."
He feels himself swallowing even as he automatically reaches out, his shaking hand tentitively at first, sliding over a breast. He groans as he feels the soft rubber flesh under the smooth silk of her nighty. Getting bolder, he moves closer, his hand gripping her boob harder as it slides over the hard nub of her nipple. His mother gasps.
He must touch both of them!
Focusing his attention on her chest, he pulls himself up to a sitting position next to her, allowing his other hand to grasp and grope his mother's other breast.
So soft! So big!
He watches spellbound as the heavy mammarians move and wobble under his ardent fumble.
"Oh Mom!" He sighs, his erection growing every tauter under her soft grip. Without realising it, his hot and trembling body is pressing against hers. Their thighs firmly together...
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As Greg slides up on the bed...
to move closer to Sylvie pushing her short nightie back as he does so. The touch of his bare skin against hers sends shivers throughout her body, a reminder of how it felt when he had... Stop it! Don't think about that. You have your husband to please you and that should be more than enough. Accept your lot in life and stop being such a wanton!
Nonetheless, Sylvie couldn't stop the soft moan that fell from her lips as Greg's hand cupped her breast and his mouth drew nearer. His lips parted to suckle at her aching nipples through the sheer material of her gown.
to move closer to Sylvie pushing her short nightie back as he does so. The touch of his bare skin against hers sends shivers throughout her body, a reminder of how it felt when he had... Stop it! Don't think about that. You have your husband to please you and that should be more than enough. Accept your lot in life and stop being such a wanton!
Nonetheless, Sylvie couldn't stop the soft moan that fell from her lips as Greg's hand cupped her breast and his mouth drew nearer. His lips parted to suckle at her aching nipples through the sheer material of her gown.
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Greg
He feels his hunger mounting as he takes more and more of his mother's fat breast inside his mouth while his hand thoroughly explores its twin. Even as he explores her treasures, he can feel her exploring his. Her hand gripping his swollen cock, making it pulse with need even as her moans and gasps causes icey shivers to run down his back.
Groaning out his lust, he slowly works his mouth upwards, moving towards her neck, leaning against her as he does so.
"Greg..." He hears her gasp.
"Mom..." He groans in reply, his mouth sliding higher and higher.
Then they are falling onto the bed, his weight causing the two of them to overbalance...
He feels his hunger mounting as he takes more and more of his mother's fat breast inside his mouth while his hand thoroughly explores its twin. Even as he explores her treasures, he can feel her exploring his. Her hand gripping his swollen cock, making it pulse with need even as her moans and gasps causes icey shivers to run down his back.
Groaning out his lust, he slowly works his mouth upwards, moving towards her neck, leaning against her as he does so.
"Greg..." He hears her gasp.
"Mom..." He groans in reply, his mouth sliding higher and higher.
Then they are falling onto the bed, his weight causing the two of them to overbalance...
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Sylvie fingers slipped away...
from her son's erection as they fell backwards on the bed. Greg's mouth covered hers, stifling the half-hearted protest she tried to utter as her hands came up between them and she tried to push him away. What if Jon heard and came to investigate? What would he say? What would he think?
She tried to extract herself from beneath Greg, but the more she seems to wriggle, the higher her gown rode until she could feel him hard against her belly. Stop this now before it gets...
"No, Greg. Don't. Please, don't," she pleaded, trying to push him away.
Sylvie felt her son shift his body. His thick, pulsing manhood slipped into the slick crevice beyond the dark forest of curls covering her mons. She had to get away. Had to stop this from happening again.
"Please... please, no... "
from her son's erection as they fell backwards on the bed. Greg's mouth covered hers, stifling the half-hearted protest she tried to utter as her hands came up between them and she tried to push him away. What if Jon heard and came to investigate? What would he say? What would he think?
She tried to extract herself from beneath Greg, but the more she seems to wriggle, the higher her gown rode until she could feel him hard against her belly. Stop this now before it gets...
"No, Greg. Don't. Please, don't," she pleaded, trying to push him away.
Sylvie felt her son shift his body. His thick, pulsing manhood slipped into the slick crevice beyond the dark forest of curls covering her mons. She had to get away. Had to stop this from happening again.
"Please... please, no... "
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Greg
"Please... please, no... " He hears his mother plead.
But he can't stop. The mating urge is too strong in the hormoned driven kid.
Thrusting forward, the first few inches of his riped hardness slides into the hot wet channel that is his mother's vagina, causing her to cry out as her sex is forced to accommodate the large girth of his enormous penis.
Then, bracing himself, he roughly shoves the rest of his erection inside her, forcing the poor woman to take all of his 10 inches of thick throbbing flesh into her belly, causing her to cry out even louder, as his stomach slaps against hers, his testicles pressing hard against her arse.
Fully immersed, the boy just lies on top of her, relishing the feel of his mother's tight cunt stretched around his aching cock...
"Please... please, no... " He hears his mother plead.
But he can't stop. The mating urge is too strong in the hormoned driven kid.
Thrusting forward, the first few inches of his riped hardness slides into the hot wet channel that is his mother's vagina, causing her to cry out as her sex is forced to accommodate the large girth of his enormous penis.
Then, bracing himself, he roughly shoves the rest of his erection inside her, forcing the poor woman to take all of his 10 inches of thick throbbing flesh into her belly, causing her to cry out even louder, as his stomach slaps against hers, his testicles pressing hard against her arse.
Fully immersed, the boy just lies on top of her, relishing the feel of his mother's tight cunt stretched around his aching cock...
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Sylvie tensed as her son...
drove himself into her and she knew she would split in two. This was so wrong. She had allowed things to go too far. She had to stop this now!
"NO!" Sylvie shouted, pushing against him with all of her might. "Get OFF!!"
She couldn't bear the look on his face as he scrambled away from her. Not stopping to grab her robe, Sylvie fled from her son's room.
"Sylvie? Sylvie, what's wrong?" She stopped still as she ran straight into Jon who stood standing in the hallway rubbing his eyes sleepily.
drove himself into her and she knew she would split in two. This was so wrong. She had allowed things to go too far. She had to stop this now!
"NO!" Sylvie shouted, pushing against him with all of her might. "Get OFF!!"
She couldn't bear the look on his face as he scrambled away from her. Not stopping to grab her robe, Sylvie fled from her son's room.
"Sylvie? Sylvie, what's wrong?" She stopped still as she ran straight into Jon who stood standing in the hallway rubbing his eyes sleepily.
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Jon
Jon suddenly wakes up.
Did Sylvie just scream?
Looking next to him, he sees that his wife isn't in the bed.
Where is she?
Swinging out of bed, he races into the hallway to see Sylvie rushing towards him.
"Sylvie? Sylvie, what's wrong?"
She stops dead.
"Where have you been? In Greg's room? At this time of night?" He finds himself reacting to the thought that she had been with their son, maybe relieving him.
He then realises that she is wearing nothing over her nightdress.
Had she been in dressed like that?...
Jon suddenly wakes up.
Did Sylvie just scream?
Looking next to him, he sees that his wife isn't in the bed.
Where is she?
Swinging out of bed, he races into the hallway to see Sylvie rushing towards him.
"Sylvie? Sylvie, what's wrong?"
She stops dead.
"Where have you been? In Greg's room? At this time of night?" He finds himself reacting to the thought that she had been with their son, maybe relieving him.
He then realises that she is wearing nothing over her nightdress.
Had she been in dressed like that?...
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Sylvie could feel her world...
crumbling as she stood shame-faced before her husband. She knew that they had agreed to keep their son safe by having her gratify his sexual needs, but this had gone further than she had ever dreamed. Sylvie didn't know if could continue... or even if she should. How was she ever going to explain this to Jon.
"I... " she began haltingly.
"Mom!" It was Greg calling out. What did he want? Sweet heavens don't let him say or do something he shouldn't.
"I got the spider! It's dead," he said, poking his head through the door.
"What are you like, Sylvie??"
Jon began to chuckle and Sylvie and Greg joined him, though her heart was pounding as though it would burst through her chest. Her fear of spiders was something that they often teased her about. Jon had chided her on many occasions, but Sylvie knew that they jumped and somehow that tiny eight-legged creature was just going to do some horrible things to her if it was not disposed of immediately.
"I heard a noise and I went to check," she stammered. "Greg decided not to stay at Brad's after all... and there was this immense... Well... It was hairy... and... I screamed. You know how I am."
"Okay, joke's on me again. Let's all go back to bed. You too, young man," Sylvie voiced over her shoulder. She didn't want to look at her son yet. She just couldn't. She had a lot of thinking to do and some rather large decisions to make as well.
crumbling as she stood shame-faced before her husband. She knew that they had agreed to keep their son safe by having her gratify his sexual needs, but this had gone further than she had ever dreamed. Sylvie didn't know if could continue... or even if she should. How was she ever going to explain this to Jon.
"I... " she began haltingly.
"Mom!" It was Greg calling out. What did he want? Sweet heavens don't let him say or do something he shouldn't.
"I got the spider! It's dead," he said, poking his head through the door.
"What are you like, Sylvie??"
Jon began to chuckle and Sylvie and Greg joined him, though her heart was pounding as though it would burst through her chest. Her fear of spiders was something that they often teased her about. Jon had chided her on many occasions, but Sylvie knew that they jumped and somehow that tiny eight-legged creature was just going to do some horrible things to her if it was not disposed of immediately.
"I heard a noise and I went to check," she stammered. "Greg decided not to stay at Brad's after all... and there was this immense... Well... It was hairy... and... I screamed. You know how I am."
"Okay, joke's on me again. Let's all go back to bed. You too, young man," Sylvie voiced over her shoulder. She didn't want to look at her son yet. She just couldn't. She had a lot of thinking to do and some rather large decisions to make as well.
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"Okay, joke's on me again. Let's all go back to bed. You too, young man."
"Okay, Mom. Goodnight, Dad." Says the boy as he returns to his room.
Lying naked on his bed, Greg is feeling pretty good. Thanks to his quick wits, he had managed to save him and his mom from a sticky situation. God knows what would have happened if his father knew what has happened between them.
He has fucked her! Almost twice!!
He is not sure how he should feel. A part of him feels it is wrong to want to fuck his mom.
She is is mom! Not some girl he can fuck!
But the other part loves the feel of her body against his. The way her cunt gripped his hard cock as he shafted her. He can still remember how she responded when he started to fuck her just a few minutes ago.
She wants it! He realises. She wants it as much as him!
At that thought, he feels his penis rapidly regain its erection. Groaning, he grips the shaft with his hand, finding that it is still moist from its journey up his mother's channel. That thought makes him swell up even harder.
*****
The next morning, Greg goes downstairs wearing just his shorts.
"Morning, Dad." He smiles.
"Morning, son." His father replies, never taking his head out of the paper.
Going into the kitchen, he sees his mother at the sink, washing up. He feels himself responding as looks up and down her body. Not dressed yet, she is still wearing her dressing gown which molds to her full body.
The boy had had a restless night, due to what happened the day before. He couldn't get his mind off of them fucking. It had taken him two sessions before he could go to sleep and another one earlier that morning. He couldn't leave himself alone. So much so that his prick is starting to get sore.
His heart starts to hammer even as he erection reaches epic proportions as he relives their encounters.
Oh Mom!
Unable to resist, the horny boy sneaks up behind his mother and takes her in his arms...
"Okay, joke's on me again. Let's all go back to bed. You too, young man."
"Okay, Mom. Goodnight, Dad." Says the boy as he returns to his room.
Lying naked on his bed, Greg is feeling pretty good. Thanks to his quick wits, he had managed to save him and his mom from a sticky situation. God knows what would have happened if his father knew what has happened between them.
He has fucked her! Almost twice!!
He is not sure how he should feel. A part of him feels it is wrong to want to fuck his mom.
She is is mom! Not some girl he can fuck!
But the other part loves the feel of her body against his. The way her cunt gripped his hard cock as he shafted her. He can still remember how she responded when he started to fuck her just a few minutes ago.
She wants it! He realises. She wants it as much as him!
At that thought, he feels his penis rapidly regain its erection. Groaning, he grips the shaft with his hand, finding that it is still moist from its journey up his mother's channel. That thought makes him swell up even harder.
*****
The next morning, Greg goes downstairs wearing just his shorts.
"Morning, Dad." He smiles.
"Morning, son." His father replies, never taking his head out of the paper.
Going into the kitchen, he sees his mother at the sink, washing up. He feels himself responding as looks up and down her body. Not dressed yet, she is still wearing her dressing gown which molds to her full body.
The boy had had a restless night, due to what happened the day before. He couldn't get his mind off of them fucking. It had taken him two sessions before he could go to sleep and another one earlier that morning. He couldn't leave himself alone. So much so that his prick is starting to get sore.
His heart starts to hammer even as he erection reaches epic proportions as he relives their encounters.
Oh Mom!
Unable to resist, the horny boy sneaks up behind his mother and takes her in his arms...
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Sylvie jumped when she felt...
Greg's arms encircle her, his erection pressing insistently between them. What was he doing?? His hands groped her breasts and she could feel her body molding against his for just a moment before she pulled his hands away. No! I can't allow this. I will NOT!
"Morning Greg," she said loudly, moving quickly away from her son with a glare. Sylvie more than hoped Jon would pull his head out of the paper so that there wouldn't be another chance for Greg to get close again. At least not unobserved.
"Breakfast is ready," she added as she served out a stack of hotcakes for her son and set them on the table. "Sit now. Eat."
Sylvie knew deep down that she was going to have to discuss this with Jon. It was just more than she had expected. Than they had agreed upon. And truth be told, it scared her. She wanted to keep her son safe... It was foremost in her mind. But these unbidden desires...
No... She definitely was going to have to speak to Jon. It just couldn't go any further. She was sick and disgusting and she needed to stop before she made everything worse.
Greg's arms encircle her, his erection pressing insistently between them. What was he doing?? His hands groped her breasts and she could feel her body molding against his for just a moment before she pulled his hands away. No! I can't allow this. I will NOT!
"Morning Greg," she said loudly, moving quickly away from her son with a glare. Sylvie more than hoped Jon would pull his head out of the paper so that there wouldn't be another chance for Greg to get close again. At least not unobserved.
"Breakfast is ready," she added as she served out a stack of hotcakes for her son and set them on the table. "Sit now. Eat."
Sylvie knew deep down that she was going to have to discuss this with Jon. It was just more than she had expected. Than they had agreed upon. And truth be told, it scared her. She wanted to keep her son safe... It was foremost in her mind. But these unbidden desires...
No... She definitely was going to have to speak to Jon. It just couldn't go any further. She was sick and disgusting and she needed to stop before she made everything worse.
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The three of them eat their breakfasts at the kitchen table. Seeing that his father has the paper up, blocking the two of them from his view, the boy uses this opportunity to appreciatively at his mother. Something that does not go unnoticed.
"So, Jon." His mother beginning, obviously trying to ignore the boy's stare. "What have you got on today, darling?"
"Nothing much." Replies his father from behind his paper.
The boy's eyes moves slowly down his mother's body. Taking in all the lumps and curves. His mother grows more and more aggrivated.
"Jon! Jon!" She shouts.
"For Christ's sake! What is it?" Grumbles his father, at last putting his paper down.
Greg freezes.
Is she going to tell him?
"Er.. Nothing, honey. I just thought it would be nice to have a proper conversation before you go to work. Without having your nose in the paper." She says instead.
"For God's sake, Sylvie." Growls his father, lifting up the paper again. "We have plenty of time to talk tonight. All I want is to read my paper in peace before going to work. Is that too much to ask?"
His mother doesn't answer. Instead he sees her blushing again as he looks at her, his arousal growing again.
God! I want to touch her!
An idea springing into his head, he slips off a slipper and moves his foot toward her. He hears her gasp as it touches her leg. He doesn't pull away as she looks back to him, her mouth forming the words 'what are you doing?'.
Instead, he slowly moves his foot up her leg, bare skin touching bare skin as his foot glides upwards. 'Greg! No!' she mouths but he just slides up higher, moving his foot in-between her legs...
The three of them eat their breakfasts at the kitchen table. Seeing that his father has the paper up, blocking the two of them from his view, the boy uses this opportunity to appreciatively at his mother. Something that does not go unnoticed.
"So, Jon." His mother beginning, obviously trying to ignore the boy's stare. "What have you got on today, darling?"
"Nothing much." Replies his father from behind his paper.
The boy's eyes moves slowly down his mother's body. Taking in all the lumps and curves. His mother grows more and more aggrivated.
"Jon! Jon!" She shouts.
"For Christ's sake! What is it?" Grumbles his father, at last putting his paper down.
Greg freezes.
Is she going to tell him?
"Er.. Nothing, honey. I just thought it would be nice to have a proper conversation before you go to work. Without having your nose in the paper." She says instead.
"For God's sake, Sylvie." Growls his father, lifting up the paper again. "We have plenty of time to talk tonight. All I want is to read my paper in peace before going to work. Is that too much to ask?"
His mother doesn't answer. Instead he sees her blushing again as he looks at her, his arousal growing again.
God! I want to touch her!
An idea springing into his head, he slips off a slipper and moves his foot toward her. He hears her gasp as it touches her leg. He doesn't pull away as she looks back to him, her mouth forming the words 'what are you doing?'.
Instead, he slowly moves his foot up her leg, bare skin touching bare skin as his foot glides upwards. 'Greg! No!' she mouths but he just slides up higher, moving his foot in-between her legs...
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Sylvie gasped aloud as...
Greg moved his foot up her inner thigh. What is he doing?? This is insane! It has to stop! Her mug of coffee slipped from her hands, clattering to the floor, finally drawing Jon's nose out from behind his newspaper.
"Sylvia! Whatever is the matter with you lately? You're as jumpy as a cat!"
Grabbing paper towels to clean up the mess, Sylvie stammered, "Just being butter-fingered this morning is all." What does Jon mean? Does he know? Has he guessed?
Seeming generally disgusted with having his morning routine disrupted more than once, Jon folded his paper back up and set his cup in the sink. "Well, I'm off. Will see you both at dinner," he said, pecking Sylvie on the cheek and ruffling Greg's hair on his way past.
God how she wished he wouldn't go to work today, that he would find some excuse to stay home. But that was entirely out of character for her husband, Mr. "TheyCan'tGetOnWithoutMe".
Sylvie set herself to cleaning up the breakfast dishes, the whole time feeling Greg's eyes boring into her from his place at the table. What would he do now that they were alone? He had been incredibly bold this morning. Bolder than she had ever expected.
Lost in thought, Sylvie jumped when she felt her son standing behind her for the second time that morning. "What?" she almost screamed, every nerve seemingly on end.
Greg moved his foot up her inner thigh. What is he doing?? This is insane! It has to stop! Her mug of coffee slipped from her hands, clattering to the floor, finally drawing Jon's nose out from behind his newspaper.
"Sylvia! Whatever is the matter with you lately? You're as jumpy as a cat!"
Grabbing paper towels to clean up the mess, Sylvie stammered, "Just being butter-fingered this morning is all." What does Jon mean? Does he know? Has he guessed?
Seeming generally disgusted with having his morning routine disrupted more than once, Jon folded his paper back up and set his cup in the sink. "Well, I'm off. Will see you both at dinner," he said, pecking Sylvie on the cheek and ruffling Greg's hair on his way past.
God how she wished he wouldn't go to work today, that he would find some excuse to stay home. But that was entirely out of character for her husband, Mr. "TheyCan'tGetOnWithoutMe".
Sylvie set herself to cleaning up the breakfast dishes, the whole time feeling Greg's eyes boring into her from his place at the table. What would he do now that they were alone? He had been incredibly bold this morning. Bolder than she had ever expected.
Lost in thought, Sylvie jumped when she felt her son standing behind her for the second time that morning. "What?" she almost screamed, every nerve seemingly on end.
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Greg
"What??"
The harshness in her tone causes the boy to jump back.
"Well???" She shouts as she spins round to face him.
Greg just stands there as both his lust and his growing erection rapidly deflates as he stands now awkwardly in front of her...
"What??"
The harshness in her tone causes the boy to jump back.
"Well???" She shouts as she spins round to face him.
Greg just stands there as both his lust and his growing erection rapidly deflates as he stands now awkwardly in front of her...
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Sylvie was horrified with herself...
What was she like, screaming at her son like this? She had never raised her voice to him in anger in all his years and now... She was ashamed and angry at herself. She had always been the voice of reason in the house, able to sort things out and discuss them without the yelling and hollering that seemed to be the likeliest way out for most.
She couldn't bear the look on Greg's face. Something akin to... was it fear? That she should have made her only child fear her tore her apart. Tears welling up in her eyes, Sylvie instinctively put her arms around her son and held him close. "I'm sorry. So so sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice. It's just... "
Her words caught in her throat as she felt Greg's growing arousal. What had they done? What had she done? This plan of theirs to protect their son was going completely awry. Jon can't have expected anything of this sort to happen. Could he have??
Pretending to ignore his 'condition', Sylvie shifted her body. Leaving one arm around her son's shoulders, she walked him toward the table. "Sit down, Greg. We have to talk, lovey."
What was she like, screaming at her son like this? She had never raised her voice to him in anger in all his years and now... She was ashamed and angry at herself. She had always been the voice of reason in the house, able to sort things out and discuss them without the yelling and hollering that seemed to be the likeliest way out for most.
She couldn't bear the look on Greg's face. Something akin to... was it fear? That she should have made her only child fear her tore her apart. Tears welling up in her eyes, Sylvie instinctively put her arms around her son and held him close. "I'm sorry. So so sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice. It's just... "
Her words caught in her throat as she felt Greg's growing arousal. What had they done? What had she done? This plan of theirs to protect their son was going completely awry. Jon can't have expected anything of this sort to happen. Could he have??
Pretending to ignore his 'condition', Sylvie shifted her body. Leaving one arm around her son's shoulders, she walked him toward the table. "Sit down, Greg. We have to talk, lovey."
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Greg
Was he really upsetting her???
For the first time since his mother's administrations began, he begins to realise how it is affecting her. Deep down, he has been wishing that she would want him as much as he desperately wants her. Maybe that isn't the case.
He feels sick. He never wants to hurt his mother - never!!!
"I'm sorry. So so sorry." She says, her voice soft again as she comes over to him.
I didn't mean to raise my voice. It's just... "
He can't help it, as soon as she wraps her arms around him, allowing her body to press against his, his body reacts violently. The images of yesterday bursting into his mind as his resurging erection pushes firmly into her belly.
"Sit down, Greg. We have to talk, lovey." His mother tells him as she pushes him into a chair. Feeling self-conscious about his hardon, he quickly covers it with his hands while she pulls up another chair. Sitting in front of him, she reaches to take his hands into hers...
Was he really upsetting her???
For the first time since his mother's administrations began, he begins to realise how it is affecting her. Deep down, he has been wishing that she would want him as much as he desperately wants her. Maybe that isn't the case.
He feels sick. He never wants to hurt his mother - never!!!
"I'm sorry. So so sorry." She says, her voice soft again as she comes over to him.
I didn't mean to raise my voice. It's just... "
He can't help it, as soon as she wraps her arms around him, allowing her body to press against his, his body reacts violently. The images of yesterday bursting into his mind as his resurging erection pushes firmly into her belly.
"Sit down, Greg. We have to talk, lovey." His mother tells him as she pushes him into a chair. Feeling self-conscious about his hardon, he quickly covers it with his hands while she pulls up another chair. Sitting in front of him, she reaches to take his hands into hers...
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"Greg... "
Sylvie began slowly, measuring her words. "You know why your father and I came to the decision that I should help to relieve you. We had... No. We have your best interests at heart. We want to keep you safe and healthy and alive."
Never taking her eyes from her son, Sylvie paused. She wasn't sure how to explain why one thing was okay but another wasn't. It didn't make sense to her, how was she supposed to explain it to a mere boy? Still holding Greg's hands in her own, she smoothed her thumbs over the back of his in small concentric circles.
"Please, don't look so sad," she continued, choking back tears. "You haven't done anything wrong. It was me... Your father and I. We never knew it would be so complicated. I never thought it would be so... " Sylvie felt the heat of shame and disgust rise to her face as she remembered how she felt when she touched her son. How she felt when he entered her... No, dammit! This was wrong and you have to explain why. It's... abnormal. That's what it is! You're no better than a common whore, Sylvia Harrison. Look at your son's face. See what you have done!!
Sylvie began slowly, measuring her words. "You know why your father and I came to the decision that I should help to relieve you. We had... No. We have your best interests at heart. We want to keep you safe and healthy and alive."
Never taking her eyes from her son, Sylvie paused. She wasn't sure how to explain why one thing was okay but another wasn't. It didn't make sense to her, how was she supposed to explain it to a mere boy? Still holding Greg's hands in her own, she smoothed her thumbs over the back of his in small concentric circles.
"Please, don't look so sad," she continued, choking back tears. "You haven't done anything wrong. It was me... Your father and I. We never knew it would be so complicated. I never thought it would be so... " Sylvie felt the heat of shame and disgust rise to her face as she remembered how she felt when she touched her son. How she felt when he entered her... No, dammit! This was wrong and you have to explain why. It's... abnormal. That's what it is! You're no better than a common whore, Sylvia Harrison. Look at your son's face. See what you have done!!
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Greg
The boy feels his heart lurch as she speaks to him.
She is not going to stop is she? Not now!
"I-I don't understand, Mom." He says, looking at her with his puppy dog eyes. "Why is it complicated? All you are doing is ...erm...relieving me. And it feels so good! How can it be wrong?"...
The boy feels his heart lurch as she speaks to him.
She is not going to stop is she? Not now!
"I-I don't understand, Mom." He says, looking at her with his puppy dog eyes. "Why is it complicated? All you are doing is ...erm...relieving me. And it feels so good! How can it be wrong?"...
