1. 13 months


    Date: 7/3/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Incest, Pregnant, Stockholm Syndrome, Written by women, Author: iamscrwd, Rating: 73, Source: sexstories.com

    brightened, and a slight smile began to form. I smiled back…and then, asked myself what just happened? We had both survived the moment? I slowly straightened up; John still inches from me, our eyes meeting. His eyes told me he was apologetic…I felt sorry for him and gave my son a mother’s hug. Gave him a kiss on the cheek to let him know that none of this is his fault…not even giving it a second thought that my naked body was now molded to my naked son’s. Then something strange occurred, as I was kissing John’s cheek, he turned his head and our lips touched. Just like a butterfly, then a little more solidly…then a regular kiss. It was only for a moment…lost on either Malek or Sara, but not on me. A droplet of John’s cum had transferred from my lip to John’s…I swallowed the remaining. We separated…the morality of the situation slowly coming back. “Well…wasn’t that special…John…tell me you enjoyed feeding mom your spunk…come on…I want to hear it”, Malek ordered. “I…I really like…uhm, coming in your mouth mom” John tentatively said to me. Being preemptive, I responded, “I liked it too”. Hoping Malek would leave us alone. Malek let out a big laugh, “Ha Ha…you are catching on…John…ever eat pussy?” John was stared at the floor, drawing circles in the dust with his toe, shaking his head negatively. I looked at Sara, we stared at each other the look of half desperation and half horror at the thought. What the fuck I thought…save Sara the indignation. I sat on the end of the ...
    table and laid back. My tits pointing up, my cropped bush the third high point. “Boy…there’s your pussy…get in there, your whore mother is serving her son breakfast” Malek laughed. I felt John’s hands touch my thighs…a tingle ran through me. Then I felt his warm breath against my labia. I clenched my fists…this is so wrong…but. His lips brushed my outer lips…my crotch wanted to reach out to him. But…it should be anyone else but my son. I was so concentrating on taking my conscious self out of reality that I could not hear what Malek was instructing John to do. The stab of a tongue into my vagina wakened me with a start. And then he sucked pulling in each of my labia…slowly licking up to the apex of my slot, attentively circling my clitoris. Juices flowed from my deepest parts. His mouth encapsulating the exterior of my pussy…taking in my juices as his tongue probed my inner sanctuary. In and out, around and around…my body was responding despite my best efforts, my hips rotating and thrusting taking maximum advantage of the oral stimulation. It had been years since anyone had been down there with his mouth…my husband was useless at oral and never had any desire for him to do it. But the one affair I had almost ten years ago exposed me to my desires, he loved performing oral on me…and did not want it done to him…a perfect affair. Well maybe not anymore… My body was taking itself to new dimension in spite of the immorality; somehow one of my hands had found its way behind John’s ...
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