It's just right
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Janice Joe
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incest
Two weeks ago I seduced my twenty-year-old son and slept with him.
Well, there really wasn't much sleeping.
It wasn't intentional. It just kinda happened.
One minute we were dancing on the back deck under the stars and the next I was leaning up against the railing of the deck telling my son how good he felt inside me.
I think it was because Patrick is the only man that has paid me any attention in the last couple of years.
We were dancing and having such a good time.
I guess I just got kinds of carried away and let my womanly emotions take control of me.
The things we did that night I've never done before.
But, it felt so right and so good.
Unlike a lot of guys. Patrick appreciated my chubby body.
When I say chubby I mean it.
I'm thirty-five years old of 5'3" tall and 175 pounds of chubby.
I have some nice 34GG tits and a nice fat well shaped 33inch ass.
After Patrick screwed me to three very nice orgasms. He looked me deep in the eye and pumped me full of his love nectar.
It was the most powerful orgasm I had had in years.
Then he pulled me in close and held me tight to him, gentle working his orick in and out of me till he slipped free of my chubby slit.
When he stepped back I looked at him and smiled lovingly at him and grabbed him by his gooey prick.
Smiling I squatted down and sucked him clean as I looked him in the eye.
Once he was clean I stood up, playfully kissed him.
"Let's go inside," I said in a lusty tone where I led him to my shower.
Patrick's dick isn't one of them foot-long ones that hurt you.
It was just the perfect size in length and girth for the ultimate pleasure.
We fucked. We screwed. We made love.
It was hands down the best sex I had ever had in my life.
I had orgasms I never thought possible in my life.
I think Patrick would have been content just fucking my pussy.
But, I had other plans.
"There is another hole down there that needs some attention." I smiled lustfully at Patrick as he gently pumped into me.
"Do you have lube?" He smiled at me.
"You don't need any. I'm self lining." I giggled.
Patrick fucked me in the ass with the same passion and intestine that he had been fucking my pussy with.
I was in heaven, to say the least.
I couldn't stop coming.
I wanted him. I wanted him with every being of my chubby body.
I never wanted him to stop.
I went to sleep that night content and happily curled up next to Patrick.
Sometime in the dark, I woke to Patrick's hard prick poking me in my fat ass.
I was amazed at first after all the sex from earlier he could still get that hard.
But, I also wasn't gonna let it go to waste either.
I wiggled my fat ass around till I could get him inside of me.
Slowly I worked his full length into my horny hole and gently fucked him.
"Someone still horny?" Patrick murmured as he kissed me on the ear lobe.
"Yes!" I giggled softly enjoying our closeness.
Patrick didn't try to take control. He just held me and let me have my fun.
I used his cock as my personal dildo.
God did it make me so fucking horny.
I went back to sleep with Patrick listed inside me and a pussy full of cum curled up in his arms.
It was the next morning as I stood looking at his sexy young, muscular body that the effects of what we had done started running through my head.
I wasn't worried about getting pregnant.
Patrick was the only child I would ever have.
But, it was wrong for a mother to lay with her son the way I laid with Patrick.
What bothered me more is I wanted to do it again.
The rest of that day I avoided Patrick.
I knew I couldn't trust myself around him.
If he touched me at all I knew we would end up in bed.
I wanted it more than I wanted anything else.
It was three days later when Patrick finally had enough.
He caught me in the kitchen washing dishes.
I never heard him come in, I was so caught up in thought.
Mainly thinking about him in my bed.
"Sara. I know you are conflicted." He said softly as he held me in his arms from behind into my ear. "But, don't be. This is between you and me. It is no one's business what we have here." Patrick said in that sexy voice of his.
Which he didn't know it.
But, I already submitted to him when he touched me.
"I know. But, you are my son." I said in a shaky voice trying to convince him and myself not to let this go on any further, even though I knew it was going to.
"No. I am now your lover." He smiled as he leaned in and kissed my neck seductively
"You don't want a fat thirty-five your old as your woman," I said sheepishly as I felt him push his wonderful cock into my fat ass.
"Is that so. You didn't seem to be objecting the other night when I stuck my tongue in your sexy ass." Patrick chuckled.
"No. But." I started but was cut short when I felt him sliding my shorts down. "Patrick." I sucked in a breath hard as my shorts hit the floor.
I stood there trembling in anticipation, lust, and fear. I wanted him so bad.
But, I also knew them I let him take me right there the way he was, I would always be his and I wasn't sure I was wanted to go down that road.
"Please." I whimpered.
"Please keep going or please stop?" He murmured reaching around in front of and tickling my clit.
"Yesssss," I said in a whimpering moan.
"Yes. What?" He murmured again kissing the back of my neck as I slowly lost the fight.
I just there bracing myself against the counter unable to move.
Wanting him to stopping and hoping he wouldn't.
Then he was kissing his way down my back.
I knew where he was heading and I instinctively pushed my fat ass out to him.
It was a slow and methodical seduction.
He gently kissed and teased me as he took control of me.
Then there it was.
The thing I wanted so bad.
His delightful tongue.
"Christ!" I moaned out in pleasure as his tongue slid from my pussy and across my asshole.
I knew at that very moment there was no turning back.
From that point on I was his.
Arching my back and pushing my ass to his welcoming tongue.
"God yessss. That's what I need!" I hissed in needful lust as my pussy juice started to flow down my thick thighs.
We didn't make it to my room. Patrick took me right there in the kitchen.
Once over the counter.
Once on the floor between the sink and the island and once on top of the island.
It's a good thing I can't get pregnant. Because I'm positive I would be.
Three cums from his hard young cock in less than an hour.
Yeah, I would be knocked up for sure.
Every day since then we have fucked every day. Most days more than once.
This morning after a very good fuck session. Patrick looked at me and told me we were moving.
He didn't want to have to hide his love for me from the rest of the world.
That information started another session of intense sex.
As Patrick laid on top of me slowly working his cock in and out of my already cum filled pussy, he informed me that we would be moving north to the lake house.
I like that idea.
We will see where it goes.
Right now I know im the happiest girl in the world.
Well, there really wasn't much sleeping.
It wasn't intentional. It just kinda happened.
One minute we were dancing on the back deck under the stars and the next I was leaning up against the railing of the deck telling my son how good he felt inside me.
I think it was because Patrick is the only man that has paid me any attention in the last couple of years.
We were dancing and having such a good time.
I guess I just got kinds of carried away and let my womanly emotions take control of me.
The things we did that night I've never done before.
But, it felt so right and so good.
Unlike a lot of guys. Patrick appreciated my chubby body.
When I say chubby I mean it.
I'm thirty-five years old of 5'3" tall and 175 pounds of chubby.
I have some nice 34GG tits and a nice fat well shaped 33inch ass.
After Patrick screwed me to three very nice orgasms. He looked me deep in the eye and pumped me full of his love nectar.
It was the most powerful orgasm I had had in years.
Then he pulled me in close and held me tight to him, gentle working his orick in and out of me till he slipped free of my chubby slit.
When he stepped back I looked at him and smiled lovingly at him and grabbed him by his gooey prick.
Smiling I squatted down and sucked him clean as I looked him in the eye.
Once he was clean I stood up, playfully kissed him.
"Let's go inside," I said in a lusty tone where I led him to my shower.
Patrick's dick isn't one of them foot-long ones that hurt you.
It was just the perfect size in length and girth for the ultimate pleasure.
We fucked. We screwed. We made love.
It was hands down the best sex I had ever had in my life.
I had orgasms I never thought possible in my life.
I think Patrick would have been content just fucking my pussy.
But, I had other plans.
"There is another hole down there that needs some attention." I smiled lustfully at Patrick as he gently pumped into me.
"Do you have lube?" He smiled at me.
"You don't need any. I'm self lining." I giggled.
Patrick fucked me in the ass with the same passion and intestine that he had been fucking my pussy with.
I was in heaven, to say the least.
I couldn't stop coming.
I wanted him. I wanted him with every being of my chubby body.
I never wanted him to stop.
I went to sleep that night content and happily curled up next to Patrick.
Sometime in the dark, I woke to Patrick's hard prick poking me in my fat ass.
I was amazed at first after all the sex from earlier he could still get that hard.
But, I also wasn't gonna let it go to waste either.
I wiggled my fat ass around till I could get him inside of me.
Slowly I worked his full length into my horny hole and gently fucked him.
"Someone still horny?" Patrick murmured as he kissed me on the ear lobe.
"Yes!" I giggled softly enjoying our closeness.
Patrick didn't try to take control. He just held me and let me have my fun.
I used his cock as my personal dildo.
God did it make me so fucking horny.
I went back to sleep with Patrick listed inside me and a pussy full of cum curled up in his arms.
It was the next morning as I stood looking at his sexy young, muscular body that the effects of what we had done started running through my head.
I wasn't worried about getting pregnant.
Patrick was the only child I would ever have.
But, it was wrong for a mother to lay with her son the way I laid with Patrick.
What bothered me more is I wanted to do it again.
The rest of that day I avoided Patrick.
I knew I couldn't trust myself around him.
If he touched me at all I knew we would end up in bed.
I wanted it more than I wanted anything else.
It was three days later when Patrick finally had enough.
He caught me in the kitchen washing dishes.
I never heard him come in, I was so caught up in thought.
Mainly thinking about him in my bed.
"Sara. I know you are conflicted." He said softly as he held me in his arms from behind into my ear. "But, don't be. This is between you and me. It is no one's business what we have here." Patrick said in that sexy voice of his.
Which he didn't know it.
But, I already submitted to him when he touched me.
"I know. But, you are my son." I said in a shaky voice trying to convince him and myself not to let this go on any further, even though I knew it was going to.
"No. I am now your lover." He smiled as he leaned in and kissed my neck seductively
"You don't want a fat thirty-five your old as your woman," I said sheepishly as I felt him push his wonderful cock into my fat ass.
"Is that so. You didn't seem to be objecting the other night when I stuck my tongue in your sexy ass." Patrick chuckled.
"No. But." I started but was cut short when I felt him sliding my shorts down. "Patrick." I sucked in a breath hard as my shorts hit the floor.
I stood there trembling in anticipation, lust, and fear. I wanted him so bad.
But, I also knew them I let him take me right there the way he was, I would always be his and I wasn't sure I was wanted to go down that road.
"Please." I whimpered.
"Please keep going or please stop?" He murmured reaching around in front of and tickling my clit.
"Yesssss," I said in a whimpering moan.
"Yes. What?" He murmured again kissing the back of my neck as I slowly lost the fight.
I just there bracing myself against the counter unable to move.
Wanting him to stopping and hoping he wouldn't.
Then he was kissing his way down my back.
I knew where he was heading and I instinctively pushed my fat ass out to him.
It was a slow and methodical seduction.
He gently kissed and teased me as he took control of me.
Then there it was.
The thing I wanted so bad.
His delightful tongue.
"Christ!" I moaned out in pleasure as his tongue slid from my pussy and across my asshole.
I knew at that very moment there was no turning back.
From that point on I was his.
Arching my back and pushing my ass to his welcoming tongue.
"God yessss. That's what I need!" I hissed in needful lust as my pussy juice started to flow down my thick thighs.
We didn't make it to my room. Patrick took me right there in the kitchen.
Once over the counter.
Once on the floor between the sink and the island and once on top of the island.
It's a good thing I can't get pregnant. Because I'm positive I would be.
Three cums from his hard young cock in less than an hour.
Yeah, I would be knocked up for sure.
Every day since then we have fucked every day. Most days more than once.
This morning after a very good fuck session. Patrick looked at me and told me we were moving.
He didn't want to have to hide his love for me from the rest of the world.
That information started another session of intense sex.
As Patrick laid on top of me slowly working his cock in and out of my already cum filled pussy, he informed me that we would be moving north to the lake house.
I like that idea.
We will see where it goes.
Right now I know im the happiest girl in the world.
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