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Family Passions

By: Patchwork



Hester was angry. She works weekday mornings as a dental nurse at a large local practice. Her hours are not full time, but nevertheless she has to juggle that daily commitment with the house-keeping and other domestic responsibilities to her family.

'Shiftless lot,' she muttered to herself.

She had just come home from work and shopping for groceries to discover that the kitchen was a total mess. Dishes were piled in the sink and on the worktop. The sink was also half full of cold, greasy water. The dishwasher hadn't been emptied, and there was the remnant of a loaf on the cutting board. Someone, most likely her husband, had been making a sandwich and left a mess, plus the bread was now stale from sitting in the air. She tossed the quarter loaf into the bin. 

The final straw was the discovery of a pile of dirty laundry in the utility room. Why can't they even put a load of washing in? She thought to herself in frustration.

Out loud she exclaimed, 'Fuckers!' It pleased her to refer to them like this, particularly her husband. It was him she most resented, not her children. She could forgive Billy and Mary for their role in this mess. In fact she forgave them every day. Billy was a plumber and was trying to start his own business, so when he got a call he needed to go. And since her divorce had brought her back home to re-start her life, Mary had been trying to finish her nurses' training. They both worked hard, irregular hours, and Mary had to work shifts too. They deserved to be looked after, or so Hester thought.

On the other hand James was just a chauvinistic fucker. Hester gave a small smile at the insult. The man was such a disappointment. He expected a Victorian wife who would run around after him. OK so he worked shifts and at times was working mornings, afternoons or nights. But that didn't give him the excuse to do nothing in the home.

He doesn't even do his duty as a husband. Hester thought with a sudden surge of emotion. Tears welled in her eyes as she thought of the sad state of their marriage. They hadn't been in each other's arms for over eight years now. They had been passionate once. James had been romantic, even a good and attentive lover. But that had died. It had been replaced by a religious fervour that she could not share. He had started as a member of the church community, just helping-out he had said. Next thing he was taking bible classes with the young mothers and studying to be a lay-preacher. Well Hester just couldn't understand what drove him in that way. She certainly couldn't participate. This difference drove a wedge and they drifted apart. It would be better to separate or divorce, but Hester had wanted her children to have a solid family home. And James had wanted to keep up appearances. Just as well too. Even though Mary was now 29 she had come home after her divorce and now needed to live there while she finished training. Billy too depended on the family home while the 21 year old grew his business.

At home James and Hester made it work. They were civil to one another, mostly. And James moved into the guest bedroom. The excuse had been his shift work and the need to sleep at irregular times. But in reality this suited them both as they no longer wanted to share a bed. Of course this had been a gradual acceptance. Hester missed sex. She had always had a strong libido. In the early days of the estrangement she would often confront James, especially if she'd had a few drinks.

'Why won't you fuck me anymore?' she would demand.

'Please, Hester, you know I despise obscenity,' was his typical answer.

'Oh forgive me, Reverend,' Hester would mock him, 'I forgot that you're too holy these days to do anything so shameful.'

'It's you who is being shameful.'

'Oh please, I'm simply following my God-given urges. You're the one who's being unnatural.'

Often she would press herself against him, 'God gave you a prick, didn't He? And He gave me a cunt. Surely if you fuck me you're just doing His will.

Sometimes she would grasp his penis through his clothes, and sometimes it would be hardening. 'Shall I get down on my knees and suck you?' she would breathe into his face. 'Then you could turn me around and fuck me from behind. You don't even have to kiss me,' tears often ran down her face, 'Just slide you're big cock into me and fuck me hard. Fuck me until I cum! Do it, James, please, satisfy me once more.'

But James never would. He would simply push her away and scold her for her behaviour. Usually then Hester would get angry and rail at him, 'I suppose you're fucking one of those little bitches who run around at the church. Is that what you do at your bible meetings? You lecture them and they look all dewy-eyed and wet their knickers for you? Maybe you're fucking all of them. Is that it?'

It nearly always ended the same way. Hester would push James to breaking point and he would slap her face. Not hard, or viciously, just enough to silence her. She would skulk off to bed. When things were bad she would masturbate herself to sleep. She got quite good at it. She knew her body and her fingers could soon have her sighing with deep satisfaction. That worked most of the time. The other times she drank. Never to get rotten drunk, but just enough to sleep; a few glasses of wine did the trick. She would then sleep soundly.

Of course she hadn't gone without entirely. Although Hester was now fifty-one she still had a pretty face that was shown off by her short strawberry-blonde coloured hair. She also had a reasonable figure. OK so it wasn't what it had been at 18, but whose body ever is? After two children she had gained a few pounds (well, maybe more than a few). But she still had a good shape. Her full breasts and her broad hips simply contrasted with her slim waist. Her legs had always been her best feature and they were still lovely. The added weight just emphasised their shapeliness. She knew she got lots of admiring glances. Her dental nurse's uniform was dignified and demure but showed her shape to good effect. There was an option with trousers and a tunic and one with a tunic styled dress that came to just below her knees. She preferred that option and wore that style most often. It had paid dividends.

Three years earlier they had had a young Irish dentist taking an exchange work experience with the practice. He only had a small case load so it suited for Hester to work as his assistant as the number of his patient appointments fitted with her hours. They got on well from the start. Hester mothered him and invited him round to her home for meals. She even did some laundry for him from time to time. He was a handsome young man with curly brown hair and piercing blue eyes. His deep toned, lilting voice was warm and entrancing. He also had a devilish sense of humour and the cheekiest grin you have ever seen. Hester fell for him. Their relationship at work sparkled with electricity. She convinced herself that the attraction was just matronly, but soon his face entered her masturbation fantasies. Even then she dismissed it as a silly crush. But when he invited her round to his flat for a meal one evening, just to say thank you for her kindness, she ended up in his arms and in his bed.

The meal was barely touched. They had shared a glass of wine and she stood with him in the open plan kitchen as he made final preparations. He was confident and humorous. They laughed and she touched his arm or shoulder each time he moved past her. There was no table so they sat at the breakfast bar on high stools and he had to help her up, his hands lingering on her hips. She made a comment about getting old.

'Nonsense, sure you've a great figure,' Ryan complimented her.

'I used to have. I used to have great legs too,' Hester was aware that she was fishing for compliments.

'I think you're legs are great looking.'

'You do?'

'Of course, you're a sexy woman, Hester.'

Hester had paused before blurting out, 'I'm wearing stockings.'

That had hung between them like an unexploded bomb. Hester honestly can't remember who moved first. Just that they were kissing. She was seated on the high stool and he was standing. His hands strayed to her thighs, smoothed down to her knees and then swept under her dress to the edge of her stockings.

'So you are,' Ryan whispered breaking their kiss.

''Where's your bedroom?' Hester heard herself say.

He carried her there and they furiously kissed and pulled at each other's clothes. She felt his hard cock naked in her small hand. His sure and certain surgeon's fingers found her pussy and tugged her gusset aside and she guided him home and into her hot, wanting cunt. He fucked her hard and passionately, at first kissing her mouth, then her neck, then he roughly pulled her dress and bra straps off her shoulders and exposed her breasts. He kissed and nuzzled the soft mounds, sucking her nipples into his mouth. Already her body was convulsing from the small orgasms, but soon he brought her to a crashing climax just as his spunk erupted into her womb.

They lay together gasping. Their bodies hot and their clothes sticking to their sweat dampened skin. It was several minutes before either spoke. Ryan made to apologise, but Hester silenced him saying it was what she'd wanted, actually hoped would happen. When he asked if she wanted to get on with their meal she had replied, 'Oh good God no. I want to have a shower and have you do that to me again.'

So they did. She sucked him and he licked her. He took her on her back, on her knees, on her side, and even leaning on the kitchen counter; his lean and muscular body pounding her to satisfaction every time. Much later they sat together on the sofa, him in a dressing gown and her in one of his shirts. When he asked if she shouldn't be getting home, she explained her situation and her frustrations. He asked if she had many affairs then, when she answered that this was her first, he asked how she managed. 

With a wicked twinkle in her eye Hester confessed, 'I've got very clever fingers.'

'Oh Jesus, now that I'd love to see.'

Hester was feeling so relaxed and so sexually liberated that she did something then that she could never have imagined herself doing. She lay back and extended her legs across Ryan's lap. Her thighs parted to expose her flushed vulva and she masturbated right there in front of him; right under his nose. Close enough for the scent of her arousal to fill the air and fill his nostrils. She loved the feeling of sexual freedom, she loved being so debauched, and she loved being so unbelievably open with this man. She came hard, right there on his lap. Totally exposed and wanton. 

'Christ, Hester that was amazing,' Ryan had gasped.

'Your turn,' Hester said, nodding towards his now proud erection. Smiling at her, Ryan clasped his fleshy pole in his fist and started to pleasure himself. Hester shifted to lie with her face on his stomach near to and facing his cock. After some minutes he announced his imminent climax and Hester watched in fascination as the creamy spunk oozed from his glands and ran in rivulets down over his fist and into his pubes. After the many ejaculations of the past hours this was less energetic, but no less satisfying for Ryan. Hester was thrilled and scrambled up to kiss his face and tell him that it was beautiful.

She had stayed the night with him, their sleep regularly interrupted by their lust for more. It was a risk but she got away with it and their affair continued until Ryan departed the practice. In all they had five months together. There were many liaisons and they even managed a weekend together. But it ended and Hester went back to her frustrating life.

There had been only one other dalliance and it amused her to think of it now that she was angry with James. It had been at the previous year's Christmas party for the practice staff. Hester had had too many drinks and so a colleague offered to drive her home.

'It's on my way anyway,' Kira had explained. She was a hygienist at the practice. She and Hester were friendly but not friends. She knew little about Kira other than she was in her mid forties but wasn't married. Their paths rarely crossed at work.

As Kira drove her home Hester had dozed off on the passenger seat. She awoke to find Kira kissing her with a hand inside her blouse groping her breast.

'Christ, what the...'

I'm sorry,' Kira spluttered.

'I was asleep,' Hester complained.

'I know. I'm sorry. It's just I think you're lovely. But I shouldn't...'

'You sure as hell shouldn't. It's practically rape.'

'Gawd, I know. Oh shit, I'm sorry.'

They sat in silence for a few moments then Hester surprised them both by saying, 'Kiss me again.' Kira grinned and hesitantly approached. They kissed softly. 'That was nice. But wasn't there something else?'

Kira grinned again and placed her hand back under Hester's blouse. They kissed again more passionately. Soon Kira had Hester's breast exposed and was kissing her neck and sucking her nipple. Kira had opened her own blouse and fed her small breast to Hester who had kissed and sucked it for a few moments. Kira was now on Hester's seat and had reclined it back so they were side by side. Her hand snaked up along Hester's thigh and found her crotch. The welcome touch of another human had sent a bolt of pleasure through her pussy and Hester knew she had to have an orgasm.

'Yes, finger me,' she'd hissed.

Still kissing, Kira tried awkwardly with one hand to find a way under Hester's tights and knickers. Hester got annoyed and pushed her back. She raised her hips and in one movement hooked her thumbs under her waistband and dragged her underclothes down to her knees. Kira was looking on in wonder and Hester looked her straight in the face.

'Well come on, finish what you started.' She pulled Kira to her and they kissed again. Kira's fingers found her slit and entered her pussy. Hester grabbed her wrist and made her finger fuck her. Faster and faster she moved her hand. Then she let go and moved to her clit and started circular motions. She also pressed Kira's head down to her breast and made her suckle her nipple. Soon the combination of these stimulations brought on an orgasm and Hester bucked her hips and groaned aloud, shuddering through her climax.

Afterwards they lay together for a few moments breathing heavily. Kira moved up to kiss her lips again then sat up a little. Hester saw her unbuttoning her jeans.

'What are you doing?'

Kira stopped and looked at her, 'I thought...'

'No, just take me home please.' The drive home was silent. Hester wriggled back into her clothes and then as soon as the car stopped she scampered out and into her house. 

Some days later she bumped into Kira in the staff room. There was still a heavy awkwardness. Hester made her excuses by saying that she was drunk that night. She liked Kira but not that way. She just isn't like her. Not like that, not with women. She breezed out. Secretly though she enjoys the memory simply because she knows how much the encounter would anger and excite her neglectful husband. Fuck him she thought again.

Hester took a deep breath and looked around at her messy kitchen. She knew she would have to tidy the kitchen and do the laundry so she got on with it. A while later she went up to Billy's room. Even at 21 he had not learned to put his laundry out. Hester reasoned that she was at least partly to blame for doing it for him, but here she was, doing it for him anyway. She picked up his things but then set them down and sat on the edge of his bed. She knew she shouldn't but she had to look. 

Billy had a secret. One that he tried to hide from everyone, especially his mother, but Hester had discovered it years ago. Ever since he was 14 Billy had kept a secret journal. It was a thick book with pictures pasted into it and notes written by the pictures. It was his sexual fantasy journal. Hester had found it about five or six years back. She looked at it every now and then. She knew that she should respect his privacy but it fascinated her. At first he used to cut images from magazines and catalogues, mostly of women in underwear. He'd write naughty comments. She imagined him playing with himself while doing this. But by 16 the images were more pornographic and so were his notes. About a year back Hester had sneaked a look but got rather a nasty shock. There was a picture of her in her bikini that had been taken on holiday that summer. At first she thought that it wasn't really a part of his journal, but then the words, 'Mum, cunt and fuck' leapt out at her.

Hester stared at the page in disbelieve. Her own son; her own son had made her a part of his sexual fantasy. She didn't know what to think. She ought to confront him but she couldn't. She slowly turned the page. Another image of her, this time taken from behind. The annotation next to it crudely exclaimed, 'Fuck her in her ass' Christ her own son was fantasising about having anal sex with his mother. She put the book back and left the room. But that night in bed the wine couldn't send her to sleep. She kept seeing images of her son. Images of him coming towards her with a massive erection, forcing himself on her, forcing himself into her anus. She couldn't get to sleep. She wanted to masturbate but she couldn't, not over her son. It was too wrong to contemplate. Eventually sheer exhaustion sent her off into a fitful and restless sleep.

Hester had stayed away from her son's journal for months after that, trying to put it out of her head. She had tried her best not to behave differently around him. For a while it worked. She had also looked into the phenomenon, the Oedipus complex it was called. It happens a lot, she had read, and mostly the son grows out of the desire. It's natural, it seems, and rarely goes beyond a period of fantasy. She took it to be an immature expression of his love for her. Hester decided to deal with it by not confronting him. She loves her son and embarrassing him could damage their relationship indefinitely. She kept silent and kept away from his journal. But one night a month back everything changed forever. 

It was a night when James and Mary were both working nights, something that now happened routinely as Mary was nearly fully qualified. Billy and Hester were alone in the house. Hester had, as usual, had a few glasses of wine in the hope of a sound night's sleep. Billy had other plans. About 1 in the morning he had crept into his mother's room. Hester was asleep on her side. Billy had been fantasising about what he wanted to do to his mother. Now he was desperate to at least see her body. He approached her bed with a large erection tenting his boxer shorts. He gently pulled back the cover. Hester had her back to him and remained asleep. She wore a roomy night shirt and cotton panties. Billy was disappointed. He had hoped that she slept naked or at least with nothing under the shirt. His cock was straining at his boxers and he gripped it and wanked slowly while he stared at his mother's recumbent body. What to do? He desperately wanted to see her breasts, ass and cunt but there seemed nothing he could do. His lust was almost feverish and in this state he had an idea that he convinced himself would work.

Billy placed the cover back on his mother and walked around to the other side of her bed. He kicked off his boxers and slowly and carefully he climbed across the wide double bed to kneel by her head. The bed gently rocked but it seemed Hester remained asleep. He knew his mother drank and he was banking on that keeping her unconscious; so far so good. Her hand lay palm down on the pillow about a foot in front of her face. Billy slowly eased his hard cock under her palm, he then humped very slowly causing her hand to caress his erection. For a few moments this was satisfying, but he wanted more. He wished he could place his cock on her lips. He was trying to work out how he could do this when Hester stirred and rolled backwards away from him.


Family Passions Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Mother Weakens

The following morning Billy did not emerge from his room at breakfast time. In many respects Hester was relieved. She didn't know if she could look him in the eye. She knew her son wanted her in the most depraved way. But also she was beginning to understand that she didn't know how to control the situation. Her own feelings were confused. She knew this was wrong and she had a duty to stop it. But she also knew that she had allowed herself to become aroused by her son's lecherous attentions. She was ashamed of her own immoral desires, but she was also curious as to where this might lead. Her son was a beautiful young man, with a strong, athletic body. She honestly didn't know if she could resist him. She was afraid her frustrations would weaken her resolve to be a steadfast mother. She was afraid that deep down she wanted her son to fuck her.

Not having to confront him avoided any risk that she might reveal her knowledge of what he was doing, or her own uncertainty. But she knew it could not be avoided forever. She deliberately stayed out most of the afternoon. Only returning home at the time she knew James and Mary would be up and about. She made a meal for her family and as they eat she was aware that she was chatting manically. She asked Mary about her work and her up-coming assessments. She even asked James about his bible study. She was surprised to hear that Mary had decided to get involved too.

'How on earth will you find the time, dear, with all your work?'

'Oh, I'll do it after the assessments. That's only a few weeks away and dad says that's when he'll need help the most.'

'But what's possessed you to do that?' Hester was aware that her own dislike of the bible group was showing through.

'Oh mum, don't be like that. I just want to help dad. It'll be nice being with him a bit more,' mary smiled at James who beamed back. He caught Hester's eye and Hester thought she saw a trace of a self satisfied smirk. She decided to drop the conversation.

But when Hester asked Billy about his day she was aware that she didn't make eye contact. She was afraid she was going to give herself away, so she forced herself to talk to James.

After the meal James and Mary made ready to leave for their respective shifts and to her surprise Billy offered to help clear away the dishes.

'It's Ok, hunny,' she tried to deflect him.

'No, mum, you've had a long day, I can do it.'

Hester shrugged and smiled and went to watch TV and a little later Billy brought her a glass of wine. He declared that the dishes were done and that he was going to his room to listen to music and go on-line. The evening passed and Mary came to say good bye. A while later James came in.

'You seem cheerful tonight,' he declared.

'Why do you say that?'

'You were just so lively earlier. I haven't seen you like that for a while.'

'Maybe you just don't notice anymore.'

'Oh well, anyway, it was nice,' unusually he gave her a peck on the cheek as he left.

Hester finished her glass of wine and decided to take a long bath. On the way up she knocked on Billy's door.

'Hunny, I'm going to have a bath then I'll have an early night.'

'OK, Mum,' came the muffled reply.

Hester illuminated her bathroom with candles and ran a deep, hot bath and infused it with her favourite, Fenjal bath oil. She slipped in and submerged her body in the fragrant water. Her skin felt creamy and silky and her hands smoothed over her boobs and tummy. She closed her eyes and relaxed. She felt herself drift away. It was peaceful, the wine made her mellow, and her thoughts ran freely. 

She felt dreamy and strangely uninhibited. She allowed herself to recall the events of the evening before, and in particular her feelings. She felt her pussy tingle with the familiar resonance of her arousal. She casually touched her labia and immediately felt the surging electrical charge of sexual energy. She probed herself and immediately her mind flooded with her favourite fantasy images; the thrill of frantic sex with a strong handsome stranger. She often fantasised about going to somewhere where she is unknown and picking up a sexy guy and giving herself to him. She loved the idea that he would ravish her and tear her clothes from her body. She imagined herself wearing tights and having him rip the gusset to gain access to her pussy. Hmmm, her fingers rhythmically played across her clit and labia.

Suddenly it was Billy in her head; looming over her with his hard cock in his fist, bearing down between her legs to thrust deep into her pussy and then fucking her hard. Her eyes snapped open and she panicked slightly. Her heart was pounding. She chastised herself; she shouldn't be thinking those thoughts. Plus her movements were making loud splashing sounds in the water. She had to resist, she didn't dare to orgasm in the bath.

Somewhat reluctantly Hester climbed out of the soothing bath. She dried and moisturised her skin and finally applied a little scent. Wrapping herself in a bath towel she left the bathroom and crossed the landing. On an impulse she knocked on Billys' door.

'Just a minute,' came the hurried reply. Hester waited, then, 'Come in.'

Hester opened the door and entered. Billy was on his bed in track bottoms and a T-shirt. He looked a little flushed and Hester could see the corner of his journal from under his pillow. Still with no real purpose she crossed the room and sat on his bed by his feet. She knew that she was probably tempting him. The towel revealed way too much leg, to within just an inch or so of her pussy. It was also pulled tightly around her breasts, which spilled out showing an outrageous amount of cleavage.

'What have you been up to?' she asked in her motherly tone but aware that she was teasing him.

Billy looked embarrassed, 'Oh, just, been, well just stuff, you know...'

Hester smiled slightly, she knew he had been writing in his journal. Probably writing about her; probably writing about the things he wants to do to her. She thought, he probably had his cock in his hand when I knocked, it's probably hard now.

Her breath caught as she tried to speak, 'Emm, well I'm off to bed, Billy. I can feel one of my headaches coming on so I've taken a sleeping pill,' she was shocked at how easily the lie came to her, 'so I'll be fast asleep in no time.'

'OK, mum, I'll keep the noise down.'

'No, I mean don't worry on my account. Those pills knock me for six. I'll be out like a light, in a deep sleep. Nothing could disturb me,' she allowed that to hang for a brief pause, 'Just make sure I wake for work, OK?' Hester rose to leave.

'Sure mum, hope you feel better.'

Hester bent and kissed his forehead, 'Thanks for your help son, you're a good boy.' She left and closed his door.

Outside she scampered to her room, Christ, what had she done. She practically invited him to ravish her. This could be date rape, she thought. But I'm drugging myself. Of course she hadn't taken a pill, and she had no intention to do so. She quickly dressed in her night shirt and panties, then went to clean her teeth in her en suite. But before climbing into bed she had a thought and pulled off the night shirt. She caught her thumbs in her panties but stopped. Needn't be too obvious, she thought. Besides, she always preferred a little foreplay with her undies on.

As she slid into bed she thought, what am I doing? Do I want this? But she had no answer for herself. She lay for a few moments with the bedside light on. Her thoughts raced; if he came to her what would she do? She thought surely she would stop him, surely she would confront him, she would explain to him that she loves him, but that this is wrong. She put out the light. She felt confident that she would do the right thing.

For the next hour or so Hester tossed and turned. She was too hot, her body glowed from her lovely bath. Her skin felt silky and smooth. Her pussy felt more sensitive than she could ever remember. She was desperate to touch herself, but she had to resist. What if Billy came to her? He'd get the wrong idea, she told herself. The heat and her simmering craving kept her awake for a long time. Now and then she would drift into a semi dose, but would snap awake when she thought she heard a noise. Was it Billy in her room?

At last she was almost asleep. Her bedclothes were kicked back and she floated in and out of consciousness. Her dreams were short and vivid and full of erotic images. She held a thick, powerful erection in her hand and her lover teased her, touching her fleetingly between her legs. God why doesn't he fuck me, she thought in her dream. Hester suddenly realised this wasn't a dream. Billy had come into her room, he'd found her almost naked on the bed and his craven desires had pushed him to new extremes of daring.

Minutes earlier Billy had crept into his mother's bedroom. He was shocked to see his mother almost naked, her body illuminated in the bright, silvery moonlight streaming in though the un-shaded roof window. Her beautiful breasts exposed and her nipples already erect. He bent to her and suckled on the hard teats, relishing their pinched, fleshy hardness against his tongue. He was braver than ever. He sucked her nipples into his mouth and grazed them with his teeth. He felt his mother writhe and moan in response. But he knew there was no risk of her waking. She'd taken a sleeping pill, she couldn't wake, and if she did he'd creep away and she'd assume it was a crazy dream. Billy's pent-up lust for his mother was finally being released. He'd not let this chance pass.

Billy swapped between her nipples; he was gentle but urgent in his ministrations. He had to make the best of this opportunity. She was completely exposed. His hand then reached down between her legs. His fingers touched her gusset. It felt hot and he bent to savour the aroma of her pussy. He manoeuvred himself between her thighs and breathed deeply. She smelt of hot bath oil, perfume and pussy. Billy's erection was gripped tightly in his hand. He stroked himself. He dared to wonder if he could go so far as to fuck his sleeping mother. Not right now, though. He wasn't yet brave enough, but also he was like a small child allowed free reign in a sweet shop. He didn't know what to try next. Carefully getting up he decided to take her hand and place it on his cock. He was more brazen than usual and lifted her hand and placed it around his shaft. To his delight she seemed to grip it firmly and begin to stroke it. He reached around and played with her pussy his fingers tracing her labia through the taught material. She seemed to moan and roll her hips and press in to him. Billy was in heaven. His unconscious, dreaming mother was playing with him and encouraging him to play with her. He found himself wishing she took a pill every night.

Of course the deceit ran two ways. Billy thought his mother was sleeping heavily and dreaming, and Hester was now pretending to be asleep so she could subtly encourage Billy. There was no other pretence on her part. Hester was now honest with herself. She wanted him. She wanted her son to ravish her. She wanted his cock inside her. But she didn't know how to reveal her desire to him. She was afraid that she would seem a bad mother. Billy wanted her, of course, but would her wanting him scare him? Would she seem like a slut and so disgust him. It seemed the safest thing to do was to keep up the charade that she was in a drug induced sleep. How could she encourage him without being obvious? Could she make him fuck her?

Billy's fingers found the edge of her panties. Gently he wriggled them inside. He could feel the matt of soft pubic hair, he could feel the heat of her inflamed vulva. He pressed in further. Suddenly he felt the fold of flesh that was her labia. It was slick and hot. He wanted to press his fingers inside, but he was afraid. Hester could feel his fingers edging to her vulva. Christ she wanted him to just finger her. She held his cock in her fist, willing him on. But he stopped just short of her opening. She almost cried out in frustration. She subtly moved her hips to send him closer. His fingers gently tugged her pussy lips and they opened just the smallest amount underneath the snug panties. She could feel her wetness. She knew that if he pushed just a little he could finger her deeply. She wondered if he knew how; if he had ever fingered a woman. She thought of Kira's expert touch and how that had brought her swiftly to orgasm. She wanted Billy to do the same.

Frustratingly his fingers moved out of her panties and away. Hester almost groaned with exasperation. Billy also eased his cock from hand. She was almost annoyed, was he simply going to wank over her as he had done before? Why would he waste such a good opportunity, she bitterly fretted. She lay as he left her, on her back, legs parted, her gusset caught on her labia. The pressure of the taught fabric only increased her frustration. She found herself wishing she'd taken off her panties, and then at least her naked pussy might have been too great a temptation for him.

Just then she felt him between her legs. She wanted to know what was happening. It was infuriating to want to be touched but to be unable to make it happen. Fuck! She screamed in her mind as she felt Billy's mouth on her crotch. Very gently he was kissing her half exposed labia. She couldn't help but groan and roll her hips to his mouth. Billy pulled away; obviously afraid that he'd gone too far. Hester needed more self control to maintain the act of being asleep. If he got too scared he might run, she knew her acquiescence would have to be restrained. She lay still, hardly daring to breathe, willing him to return to his task. After an age she was rewarded with his breath and then his lips against her crotch. His tongue probed her labia, licking slowly along the exposed side. Hester held her breath, his tongue travelled up her bulging and swollen sex. It pressed against her clit, squeezing it between his tongue and the edge of her panties. Waves of pleasure pulsed through her centre. This was what she wanted; her gorgeous son between her legs licking her pussy.

Billy loved the smell of his mother's sex. The strong musky aroma was mixed with the scent of the perfumed bath oil. The taste of her slick pussy made his cock harden and twitch. He gripped it tightly with his fist as he lapped at her half naked cunt. This was so amazing. He'd often dreamed of licking his sexy mother like this. His tongue now rasped along her labia and pressed into her clit. He could feel the heat of her thigh against his shoulder. His fist began to pump his steely, thick manhood. He lapped faster and more vigorously, pressing his face into her open crotch.

Hester was lying as still as she could despite the beautiful agony she was suffering. It had been far too long since Hester had enjoyed the sexual touch of a man. The pleasure Billy gave her was intensified by the depraved and taboo situation. She allowed herself to give in to the pleasure, and she allowed herself to admit that the mouth giving her so much joy was her son's. Her own dear son now lay between her legs licking his mother's pussy. Licking the very fount of his own creation. Hester knew this was bad. She knew she should not allow this to happen. Mother and son shouldn't have sex. Suddenly her mind flooded with thoughts of having sex with her son. She had barely admitted it to herself, but now she knew this was what would happen. She was going to submit to her incestuous cravings and give herself to Billy. She was going to welcome him into her arms and into her body. It had been too long, she wanted cock. She wanted to be filled. She wanted her son's beautiful cock to penetrate her eager body.

Hester gasped as a sudden peak of excitement overcame her. Her breath burst out in a sharp grunt of pleasure and hips thrust upward to meet her son's face. Her eyes snapped open and she found herself looking down into the face of her handsome son. Billy looked back at his mother, a mix of shock and fear on his expression. He hesitated a moment then made to pull back. Hester was quick, her legs met across his back and she pulled herself up to face him.

'It's alright, baby.' She stroked and kissed his face, 'I'm not angry. I'm not angry,' she cooed and soothed him. 'Sssshhhh, there, there,' she kissed his lips as she hushed him. The taste of her arousal was on his mouth. She pressed her lips to his and they were kissing. 

Kissing passionately like lovers. Her tongue found his and teased and probed his mouth. Billy was scared but realised his mother was not angry. Then he was amazed to find her kissing him. Her body pressed to his and he could feel her lovely boobs brushing his chest. Her hands ran down his body, over his hips and then he felt her fingers curl around his balls and then smooth up his shaft.

'Oh Christ, Billy,' she moaned into his mouth. 'Beautiful, hard,' her words barely made sense. She stroked his cock. No she was pulling him, pulling him up by his cock, gently but firmly. She was still speaking but softly, urgently, urging. Suddenly her words became clear, 'Fuck me, Billy. Fuck your mother. I want to feel you inside me.'

Hester pulled her son to her as she fell back on the bed. One hand guided his thick, hard cock while the other pulled aside the gusset of her panties. Her slick folds yielded to the domed tip of his bulbous erection and Billy entered his mother's hot cunt.

'Jesus baby, that's wonderful,' Hester groaned and pulled her son to her, pressing his body into hers.

'Oh, Mum,' Billy gasped. They started to writhe together and to make love. Billy slowly drew himself back and forth, his powerful cock riding in and out of his mother. 'I love you,' the emotion heavy in his voice.

'I know you do, son. And I love you.'

Hester encouraged her son's love-making. Her legs wrapped around his body. Her hips rocked in time with his thrusts. She felt his solid girth stretch her willing pussy. She thought he was certainly his father's son. Despite her animosity towards James, he had been a good lover and well endowed with a strong erection. His son was every bit his equal and more. Hester relished the familiar feeling of being filled by an impressive penis. Billy didn't have the finesse that James once had, but he had youthful vigour and endurance. And Hester got extreme pleasure from the thought that this incestuous coupling would shock and destroy James. He had let her down and failed to do his duty as a man. Now his son had taken his place. His son was pleasuring her as his father had failed to do. Hester knew this was just the start of a wonderful and forbidden love affair. She would take her son to her bed as often as she could. She would do anything for him.

Billy's head was swimming. He could hardly believe this was happening. His sexy mother had taken him into her body. He'd dreamt of this, yearned for it, fantasised about her, and lusted over her for years. And now he was fucking his incredible, gorgeous mother. 

'Mum, this is fantastic,' he gasped as he pounded her willing body.

'You're a wonderful boy,' she stroked his face and kissed him.

'Mum, you're so sexy. I've wanted you...'

'I know, hunny. Just fuck me hard, fuck your sexy mum.'

Hearing her talk this way affected Billy. His lust for her spiked and he jerked hard into her.

'Fuck, yes,' Hester almost panted as the force of his thrusts slightly winded her. 'Do it like that, fuck me hard.' She kissed him hard and as she drew back she looked into his face and hissed, 'Do it, baby, give your mother a good fucking.'

Billy slammed his cock into his mother over and over. With each thrust he ground deeply into her vagina, his penis driving deep inside her causing tiny explosions of pleasure within her womb.




Family Passions Ch. 02



'Oh Billy, your big cock feels incredible.'

'Oh ..mum ..that's ..so ..fucking sexy,' Billy gasped with each thrust.

'Harder, baby.'

'Say it, mum, say it again.'

'Hmmm, you like hearing mummy talk dirty?'

'Yess, mum, it's really sexy.'

Hester thought about this for a moment and decided to take a little risk and up the ante with Billy, 'you like thinking dirty things about me, don't you Billy? I know you write dirty things about me in your journal.'

Billy seemed to stiffen and almost stop. Hester worried that she had gone too far and instantly sought to reassure him, 'Oh it's Ok baby,' she kissed his face. 'I was a little shocked at first,' more kisses, 'but I liked it. It made me excited, baby.' Billy was relaxed again and had returned to a steady rhythm of fucking. 'The things you wrote made me very turned-on and very wet. They made me touch myself, Billy darling. They made me touch myself and think of you. Does that excite you? To know your mother played with herself for you?'

'Aww mum, you're amazing.'

'Ssshh, mummy's talking. When you started coming to me at night it thrilled me. But you're a bad boy wanking and coming on me like that.' Hester left a little pause, then, 'You shouldn't have done that, son. When you get a woman excited you don't just cum over her and run. You should have fucked me Billy. You should have held me down and fucked your mummy's cunt. Fucked me like your fucking me now. Oh, fuck me son, fuck me, spunk in your mummy's cunt!'

Hester had excited herself to the point of extreme lust. Her body was burning with desire. Her pussy was inflamed and pulsing with the anticipation of the orgasm that was welling up inside her. Billy too was fucking her furiously. His mother's dirty talk shocked and thrilled him. He knew he would soon have to give in to the climax that was brimming within his loins. Each thrust deep into his mother's womb brought Billy closer and closer to the eruption that was coming. Each thrust also nudged Hester closer to her climax. She knew it would be spectacular. The orgasms she gave herself were lovely, but nothing compares to the sheer force of ecstasy that arises from a climax induced by another person. Hester also knew that when the climax is caused by the penetration of a lover's hard cock there is an added effect. And in this case the intimacy was between mother and son and against one of the strongest taboos of parenthood, so Hester knew her climax would be seismic.

Just then Billy groaned aloud and Hester felt him plunge his cock deep inside her and hold it there. His cock twitched as the first eruptions of sperm spewed into her womb. Then he jerked and spasmed as the subsequent ejaculations added to the volume of spunk inside his mother's vagina. Billy held himself deep inside her until the last eruption passed and his cock just gently pulsed in time with his heart. Only as his own climax subsided did he realise that his mother was in the midst of her own orgasm.

Hester held her son to her body. Their flesh was hot with the lust and exertions. As the final shots of cum spat from his lovely cock, Hester groaned and arched her back a she felt her orgasm surge through her body. Her womb fluttered and then contracted violently over and over again as the waves of climax crashed over her. Her head span and her sex shuddered with heavy pulses of deeply gratifying pleasure. The shear forces of orgasmic pleasure exploded through her and Hester groaned aloud. Her voice trailed off into a throaty growl as she was consumed by the first orgasm given to her by her loving son. She shuddered and bucked as each blast of ecstasy tore through her. She could hardly breathe and her breaths came in sharp gasps in counterpoint to the powerful contractions. It was some moments before the storm subsided and Hester's shaking body managed to regain a rhythm of regular breathing. Then she lay panting. Small shock waves of pleasure still pulsated through her, but gradually they faded away leaving just a buzz of heightened sensitivity; any small movement causing her to jerk and groan to another mini orgasm.

The two lovers lay panting for ages; their bodies hot and slick with sweat. Eventually, Hester had to heave her son off her small frame. As he rolled off to one side his cock slipped back and sprang from her pussy still quite hard. The sensation made her double-up in almost painful pleasure as she was once again contorted by orgasm. 

At long last she unwound her body and half turned to lie against her son. She planted little kisses on his chest and neck, then his lips. As they broke apart Billy spoke.

'Mum, that was...'

'It's OK, son. We don't have to speak.

'No, but mum, I love you so much. You're the most incredible woman. I can't imagine..' but he trailed off.

Hester leaned up to look at this face, 'You can't imagine what, son?'

'I can't imagine ever wanting another woman,' he smiled at her. 'I've wanted you for so long.'

'I know,' Hester hesitated for a moment, 'What were you writing in your journal earlier?'

Billy looked awkwardly he couldn't think of an answer then Hester instructed, 'Go and get it I want to see.'

No, mum, it doesn't matter now, I..'

'Billy, have you enjoyed what we did?' he gave an affirmative mutter, 'And I imagine you'd like to do it again,' Hester hoped the threat had some conviction as she really had no intention of not continuing their affair.

'Yes, of course.'

'Well then, go and get me that book. I want to read it,' then softly, 'Remember, hunny, it excites me. I want to read your fantasies about me, and I'll probably let you do them.'

Billy climbed over her and off the bed. He ran to his room. Hester sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. She looked down at herself and realised that her panties were still on. They were soaking with her juices and her son's sperm. Hester wriggled out of them and tossed them on the floor. She could hear Billy returning and so she quickly plumped up her pillow and sat back. She lifted her reading glasses and put them on. As Billy entered he found his mother sitting up, bathed in soft yellow light and wearing her reading glasses. The scene looked quite normal except that his mother was naked and her legs were rudely parted showing her pussy which was ruddy and inflamed from their sex.

Billy paused to take in the scene. His eyes roved over his mother's body. When he looked up his mother was staring back over her glasses, which were perched on her nose.

'You know it's rude to stare,' she scolded. Then she noticed his erect cock pointing straight out in front of him, bobbing slightly as he approached her. 'Christ, does that thing ever go down?'

Billy bent to kiss her then whispered, 'Not when I'm around you it doesn't. Especially not now.'

'OK, well lie down here,' she patted the bed next to her, 'let me read your perverted fantasies about your mother, you wicked boy.' Hester meant the remark as a joke but it seemed to trouble Billy.

'Mum, I really love you. The things I wrote. Well they're not...' Billy couldn't find the words.

'Not what? Perverted?' Billy had got on the bed next to his mother now. He lay back with his erect cock poking straight up. 'Sweetheart,' she flicked open the book and found one of the filthy rants he'd written about her, 'When you write about fucking your mother's cunt and ass, I think you can safely say that we're in perverted territory.' Billy looked hurt.

'My darling, I'm lying in bed naked next to my naked son. Who still has an erection, despite just giving me the best fuck of my life,' she smiled at him, 'And all I can think about is doing it again. I think we're both perverts. A son shouldn't want to fuck his mother, and the mother shouldn't play with herself thinking about her son fucking her, and she certainly shouldn't let him, then want more.'

Billy smiled and Hester continued flicking through the journal. She found the latest entries and read aloud Billy's desires. It was the same as before but more descriptive. Billy had written descriptions of her in his favourite outfits, primarily her work uniform. He's written in detail about how he would like to ravish her in her work clothes, and especially how he'd like to rip off her tights and hammer her pussy and ass.

'Maybe I'll have to let you fuck me in that then,' Hester teased. Then she read a section on her ass and his desire to fuck that orifice. 'What is this fascination with my bum?'

'Oh, mum you have such a gorgeous ass.'

'And you really want to do that?' she pointed at the words about fucking her ass.

Billy nodded, 'Well I shall have to think about that one, son. That would be a first. Anyway never mind all that,' Hester dropped the book to the floor, 'I think we're ready for round two.'

With that she reached across and clasped her fist around his hard cock. Billy went to move but she told him to stay as he was. Hester straddled her son's body and lowered herself onto his engorged prick, sinking the shaft deep into her well oiled pussy. She began to rock up and down, riding him and pleasuring herself on his thick, steely manhood. This time their love making was slow and sensual. There was lots of passionate kissing and whispered encouragements from Hester. After more than ten minutes Billy erupted into her, filling her once more with his spunk, and Hester hugged him as she shuddered through another orgasm. They then slumped down together and drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep. Both mother and son knew that their incestuous affair had only just begun.



Family Passions



Billy froze her hand swept up and away and she now lay on her back. He remained fixed in position for several moments then, once he was convinced she was sleeping again, he backed off the bed and came around again to the side she lay on. Once more he eased back the cover and this time he could see her panties and naked stomach up as far as her ribs. His cock was straining and he gave it a few strokes to relieve his lust. His mother's legs were open and he could see the crotch of her white panties. He leaned against the bed by her elbow and bent over supporting himself with his left hand so that his face hovered just over her pussy. He inhaled her scent. He could smell her hot muskiness. He wanted her; he wanted to fuck his mother. With his right hand pumped his cock and he breathed deeply. Suddenly he lost control and he felt his cock spurt its load of spunk. He had no time to move away and couldn't straighten up. His spunk shot out across her night shirt and a little on her stomach. While this was happening Billy couldn't move. He remained in position and could do nothing to stop his spunk spraying on his mother. As soon as he could, he pushed himself up and ran back to his bedroom.

As this happened Hester awoke and was confused. Her bedclothes were pushed back, something was wrong. She went to roll over and cover herself but she felt something wet and cold against her body. She sat up and put on the bedside lamp. As her eyes adjusted she saw that there were patches of wetness on her shirt. Then she saw blobs of what could only be spunk. She lifted the shirt to her face and smelled. Yes it was spunk alright. She knew at once whose it was. She rolled out of bed and made for the door. But she halted. She didn't know how to approach this. She hesitated then went to the en suite bathroom. She undressed and stepped into the shower. As she washed herself she thought what to do. She resolved to leave things tonight and act tomorrow.

On her way back to bed she spotted Billy's boxers on the floor. If proof were needed, there it was. She lifted them and placed them in the laundry. Needless to say she hardly slept that night and stirred at every sound.

On her return from work the next day Hester made for Billy's room. She had to search for it but soon found his journal. She sat on the floor by his bed and opened it. Sure enough there were new images and fantasies about her. There were portraits of her face with notes scrawled about fucking her sweet mouth. There were close-ups of her legs and comments about her sexy uniform and a very blurry image of her cleavage. Hester couldn't imagine how he'd got the pictures, but then she turned the page and there was an image of her sleeping on the sofa. She remembered dozing one evening quite recently. She'd had a busy day and fell asleep still in her uniform. Her dress had ridden up to her mid thighs and Billy had obviously found her and photographed her from several angles. There were close-ups of her legs, feet, face and body. Billy had written: 'Fuck her in her uniform. Have to fuck her soon.'

Hester was horrified. This was way more then she thought would happen. And his visit in the night! Oh God, would he rape her? The thought shocked her but at the same time her mind flooded with images of Billy over-powering her, ripping her clothes from her body and forcing his cock into her pussy and mouth. And, oh God, my ass too, he wants to fuck my ass. Hester was shaking, she was suddenly afraid to be caught in his room. Carefully she returned the journal to its hiding place and got up to leave. Her legs were wobbly and she half staggered into her room and fell onto her bed. Her mind was racing, she was trembling, breathing heavily. Suddenly she realised. She was aroused.

How could she, she scolded herself. This was wrong, depraved; her son was probably going to rape her. How could this cause her to become aroused? She rolled onto her back and her hand found her crotch. Christ she was so hot. Squirming her hand under her tights and panties she felt her slippery folds and confirmed her intense arousal. Her fingers slipped in between her labia. How can I want my own son? She thought to herself. I'm a bad mother. This sham of a marriage has me turning into a whore!

She forced herself to get up and stripped naked. She showered, trying to ignore the pleasurable sensations as she washed between her legs. After she dried and dressed and set about her chores. Determined to be a good mother and housewife to her family. She tried her best. She called a friend and asked if she could visit that night. The friend was delighted and so Hester told her family she would be back the following day as the friend lived out of town. That was the last night of that cycle of night shifts for James and Mary. She couldn't risk being alone in the house with Billy.

That was five weeks ago. Today Hester sat on her son's bed with his journal on her lap. She was almost afraid to look but she had to know. Her anger today spurred her on. For the first time since that night he visited her she opened the pages. There were no new images of her, but Billy had written on a new page. Some words were in capitals, words like CUNT and FUCK. She read what he had written.

I went to her room. I wanted to see her CUNT. I wanted to see her TITS. But she was covered. She looked so gorgeous. My cock was hard for her. I wanked right there in front of her. I wanked in front of my mother. 

I put my cock in her hand. I wanted her to wank me. I smelled her CUNT. FUCKING CUNT CUNT CUNT. My fucking COCK in her CUNT.

Her fucking smell made me SPUNK. I spunked on her. I gave her my spunk.

She is fucking gorgeous. My dads a useless prick and never gives her any. I want to give her my COCK. I want to FUCK my mum. I must see her naked CUNT soon!!

Hester was not shocked this time. She felt her heart race, but it wasn't shock. Her son wants to give her what his father won't. He loves her. It's wrong, but he loves her. She was weirdly proud that her son was more of a man that her husband. She put the book back. There were tears in her eyes. She knew she had to think of a way to put a stop to his obsession. But what to do. In a couple of nights James and Mary would begin their cycle of night shifts. For five nights she would be alone with Billy. She had to make him stop.

Those couple of days now passed slowly. On the first night that they were alone Billy had remained in his room all evening. Hester drank half a bottle of wine and was in bed by 10.30 pm. She couldn't sleep. She knew he was bound to visit. As usual she wore a night shirt and knickers. She resolved that if he came to her she would confront him. Somehow, despite her effort to stay awake she fell into a sleep. 

Billy was naked and knelt by his mother's bed next to her sleeping body. He had moved the covers back and had slowly eased the night shirt up to reveal one breast. He was slowly stroking his thick, engorged cock. He was trying to kiss her nipple. His mouth was just over her breast. Slowly he bent to her and lightly touched his lips to the still flaccid teat. He kissed it ever so gently. His cock swelled and he stoked it a few times to relieve his yearning. He wanted to smell her. He moved down to her crotch and leaned in the inhale deeply. The mix of her perfume and musky sex caused him to gasp out loud. Hester stirred and moved slightly. Billy froze but after a few moments it seemed that she was still asleep.

He wondered what she would do if he simply pulled aside the gusset of her panties and fucked her. He wanted to, he wanted to believe that she would enjoy it and thank him. But he was too scared. If only he could lick her pussy. His cock ached to spill his load. He noticed that her hand was now by her side. He shuffled up and gently lifted her wrist and placed his cock on the bed and lowered her hand onto his solid member. The heat of her flesh on his was incredible. Her fingers seemed to fall around his shaft and lightly grip it. He moved back and forth in tiny motions causing her to play with him.

Moments earlier Hester had stirred. She was suddenly aware that Billy was in the room with her; next to her bed and leaning over her hips. She felt his breath on her thighs. She had started slightly. She didn't know what to do. She was too frightened confront him and so lay there feigning sleep. Billy moved. Maybe he's leaving, she thought. But she felt him take her wrist and lift her arm. Then he set her hand down on his penis. Hester caught her breath; she had her hand on her son's erect penis. But it was his doing, she reassured herself. Instinctively her fingers tightened around his shaft. She felt him rocking back and forth. His cock was large in her hand. It was tumescent, hard, engorged, and ridged. She wanted to squeeze it but couldn't let him know she was awake. Maybe he'll cum and leave, she thought. Maybe I can help make that happen sooner. She convinced herself that this was the right thing to do. Just hold his cock and he would make himself cum and then he'd leave her. That was the best thing to do. She could do nothing else, she convinced herself.

She held him just a tiny bit more tightly and she felt his powerful cock twitch. This is it, she thought. But there was nothing more. The anticipated rhythmic twitching and ejaculation did not follow. Instead Billy bent again to lightly kiss her nipple. This time Hester felt it and this time her nipple tightened. She shouldn't be affected by her son's kiss, but Hester insisted to herself that it was a natural reaction, not sexual. But her hand tightened another notch on his cock.

Billy was gently tugging at her night shirt. So gently in fact that she barely noticed for a moment. He obviously wanted to see both breasts. Hester thought if she helped him do this the ordeal would soon end. It meant letting go of his cock but she pretended to move in her sleep. She rolled slightly away from him, then unseen by Billy, she lifted her shirt and rolled back. She now lay with both breasts exposed to her son.

For some moments Billy didn't move, then she felt his breath on her breasts and his lips lightly kissed the newly revealed nipple. He then kissed the other again. Then he seemed to move back. Silence, then she could hear breathing, plus another noise, a quiet rhythmic noise. He was wanking over her. She wanted to open her eyes and see, but she couldn't. As she listened the sound and rhythm increased and she heard a low gasp. Then she felt a rain of sticky blobs of cum on her boobs. He had ejaculated over her breasts. Christ, Hester thought, my son has just ejaculated over me like a cheap slut.

Silence followed. Hester was aware of trying to control her own breathing, but could hear no other sound. Tentatively she peered through half closed eyes. Billy was gone. She looked slowly around the room. Yes, he was gone. Even though the situation was intensely deviant, Hester found herself grinning. Typical man, she thought. Cums and leaves!

Her son's spunk lay splattered across her breasts. She thought she would go and wash it off, but that would alert Billy to the fact she was awake. As she lay there wondering what to do, her fingers played in his cum. She felt very wicked. He'd treated her like a cheap slut. She felt used, but she also felt something else. She was aroused. She knew her pussy was hot. Her fingers trailed down and into her pants, her slit was slick with juice. This time she didn't try to deny her feelings. She knew she was wet because she had held her son's cock and he had wanked over her. His spunk was on her fingers. Those fingers now probed her pussy. Her son's spunk was in her cunt. Her fingers probed in and out, she fucked herself slowly. Her other hand smeared the rest of his cum over her body then slid down to circle her clit. Soon she was fingering herself frantically and wiggling her middle finger on her sensitive bud. Her breasts were heaving from the exertion and from her lust.

His cock had been in her hand, he wanted to fuck her. That's what he wrote. He wanted to fuck her cunt. She now wanted his cock inside her. She wanted to feel its thick hardness filling her, stretching her, penetrating his mother. Fucking his mother, his fucking slut, whore mother. She wanted his cock, she wanted his cum.

'Fuck me Billy,' she gasped as her orgasm crashed over her. She writhed and jerked on the bed as she came; cumming hard, and giving-in to her unspeakable lust for her son's cock. When Hester came down from her climax she curled up under her covers. Her pussy was wet and throbbing from her incestuous craving, her body sweating and sticking from her son's spunk. She wanted him, but she hated herself for wanting something so depraved. She drifted to sleep wondering, dreading what might come of this terrible lust.