33 comments/ 49521 views/ 5 favorites How Could This Be By: qualitywheat Hi, we were gearing up for our annual summer party at home, we had been holding it for some time now, and this was our fifth year, and it was going to be the best. I think we are becoming famous for it ha ha ha ha. Tel, (Terry) my husband was at work, my name is Michelle, people know me though as Miccy. We had agreed on the format and what food we were putting out, including a BBQ, the drinks etc, it was all in hand, my two sons were helping out, Terry junior, and Mike. And I had allowed them both, one friend each, so they would have their own company too. We were limited for room even in our quite large house, it is a 6 bed roomed place, secluded, in its own large gardens 3 reception rooms. Tel is a big wheel in the city, his salary is enormous, but if you asked me what he actually did I couldn't tell you. I think he is one of those people who get vilified for ruining the economy, so when friends or acquaintances mention his job, I get vague and leave it at that. We've been married 20 years now, I'm just coming up to my fortieth birthday, and I'm dreading it, I feel it's a lifetime change, I'm getting old and I hate it. I know I'm still good looking, I was a real beauty when I was younger, so I have tried to look after myself, I keep as fit as I can, don't smoke, and drink little. My hair is still good, long and chestnut in natural colour, but I do use a light enhancer. Im 5ft 7" tall, and like it, I wear heels to keep me above most of my friends, I have an ego too, just like most women, and I work hard at keeping myself looking good to and observer. I don't have any wrinkles yet, but I'm sure they are not too far away sadly. My face is my fortune as they say, I have been told all my life it is beautiful so not being bigheaded, I am aware of how good I look. My body is still there for me and I can still wear younger type clothes and sexy underwear, and I am still very feminine. My nipples can drive me nuts at certain times of the month, very sensitive at times. I have enjoyed a good sex life with my husband, but I've been unfaithful twice in moments of madness. I never got found out, so all is well at that end, my two lovers were. John was a neighbour, who seduced me in my home one day. I enjoyed fabulous sex with him for three months until he and his family thankfully moved away, and that was the end of that. The other time was at an office annual do, we stayed in London, and I went on a walk around the hotel, and bumped into a colleague of my husband, who I knew had the hots for me. I accepted his offer of a drink in his room, I knew what he was after, and I gave him what he wanted. We fucked like maniacs for a short time. I went back to the do; Tel queried me about where I'd been. I just told him I had had a walk and now I was back. But with another mans spunk in my pants! We had invited about 40 people to our home for the shindig. So with us and the boys guests there would be about 40 to 50 there, which was large enough. I had several thoughts of what to wear on the night; I wanted to look as good as possible without being too ostentatious Oh alright, I want to be noticed, okay! I settled for a long evening gown of white satin that could only be worn without pants or bra. It was daring, a little frilly at the front that would hopefully hide my very proud nipples. Revealing as it plunged down my back to finish just above my rear crack. It flowed around me; it held itself up and had 2 small straps over my shoulders. I was a sexy as hell in it, so much for the ostentatious bit eh? And God did I feel sexy that night; the dress turned me on like never before, I could have come right there in it. My nipples were like chapel hat pegs; my pussy was tingling with it. And this led to my downfall, what happened to me that night, or the following days, I would not have been able to resist it if hell had had me! But I am getting slightly ahead of myself, when the evening arrived I was upstairs getting ready to meet our incoming guests. I had had my hair done, and it was just right, no, it wasn't right it was perfect! Piled high on my head in what looked like loose curls, with a diamond necklace wound through it. I had small diamonds on my neck and dangly diamond earrings. I looked better than good and I knew it, I was going to knock my guests for six, and have the men secretly drooling. I was just finishing my face, and slipping my dress on, when the door opened, and in stepped a dream. He didn't see me at first, but then he did, he stammered a real apology and said he was after a bathroom and got lost in this whopping house. I had just pulled up my dress so wasn't naked, but I hadn't zipped it yet. I told him there was one down the hall and off he went. He was gorgeous, I had never seen such a good looking man as he was, he must have been about 6ft 2" well built, hair the same colour as mine, and as unruly as hell. A designer beard, dark suit, white shirt, no tie and nicely scruffily open at the collar, jacket buttoned but was pushed open by an obvious big chest. I thought wow, what a hunk; some girl is going to get real lucky tonight, or some other night. My nipples took me over, I dashed into our en suite, pulled off my dress and fingered myself to an orgasm, not about that man who had just walked into my room, but just because I needed to. After I recovered, I cleaned myself up, sprayed myself again, looked into the mirror and smiled at my reflection, and said to myself, 'you are one horny girl tonight Miccy!' I got my dress back on and made my way down stairs. Tel was there and he was talking to the man that had walked accidentally into my room, I was introduced t o him, and he was Tel's new boss who I hadn't met yet. He was about 40, looked suitably bashful, but there was a look in his eyes that yelled 'Danger'. I never mentioned his slight indiscretion, and hands were shaken, pleasantries exchanged etc. His name was Donald, but told me he went privately, by the name of Digger. He did sidle up to me in the kitchen later and thanked me for not dropping him in the mucky brown stuff. And that I looked like something that had been made in heaven, I was the most gorgeous sexy and beautiful woman he had ever seen. I laughed and told him, he was quite welcome. He smelled wonderful, a real manly smell and he carried himself with a poise that disturbed me for some reason. He chatted easily with me in an open way, he was funny and charming, I liked him, and I knew he was well impressed with me, a woman knows these things don't they? I made my excuses and went to meet other people and play the party host. What I didn't know was he had tagged me, he told me later he knew that with the right approach or situation, he may have a naughty chance at me. It turned out he was dead on. And chance? I never had one; it was game set and match in the instant it occurred. Although again I am getting ahead of myself! I was circulating, and we were all having a great time, I had had a couple of wines so I was feeling really good. I had been quietly touched up a few times, so I knew my choice of dress was spot on, a couple of the men had actually secretly grabbed my bum, so I was beginning to feel horny again. I had a few dances, and my tits were accidentally brushed against, then Digger asked me to dance with him and it was terrific, having this lovely sexy man close to me was turning me on more and more. Twice as he danced around with me, he pulled me close and quickly but purposely pressed a large hard something right into my pussy lips. I gave him a glare, but he just smiled that smile and twirled away. I had to excuse myself and went upstairs to calm down a bit, I returned later and continued the night, everyone was having a ball, the food and drink was doing it's job and people chatting and dancing the night away. Digger danced with me again, and I had to get away from him once more to cool off, after a while I went upstairs again for a cool face cloth to lessen the blush I had on me. As I passed one of the side bed rooms an arm came out, grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the darkness there, in a second I was being kissed passionately, it was Digger! I was hotter than the surface of the sun in an instant. His lips mashed to mine and I returned the kiss as much as I could, I was in his arms and now he was in mine, and I'm doing this with 40 or more people down stairs. I could feel his hot hard prick pushing into me, then I felt the straps of my dress being pushed down my shoulders, this was followed quickly by my arms, my zip was pulled down, and now my hands were feverishly pulling down his zip so I could get my hands on his prize asset. I dropped my arms and my dress slithered to the floor, I got his prick out, the next thing I knew I was on my back on the bed and that fabulous love stick that I would get to know millimetre by millimetre was in me, I came immediately followed 3 seconds later by him. He gasped and whispered to me 'Oh God Miccy, you are fantastic.' 'So are you Digger, you really know how to 'dig' a woman, don't you?' I said, 'now get off me before someone comes and finds us!' He did, I jumped up, picked up my dress, stuck my head out of the room door for a quick look and scooted to my room, and he shot into the bathroom, I think. In my room I burst out laughing, I couldn't help it, what had just happened was utter madness. In a matter of a couple of minutes, I had been grabbed, seduced and fucked in my own home. But having such a severe itch in my pussy, being given a top quality scratching like that, gave me a feeling of immense satisfaction and contentment. My pussy was loaded with his cum, my juices were running down my legs, I went into the bathroom and sat on the bidet and cleaned myself out. Then I felt guilt rising in me, what I had just done was so stupid, I berated myself, and my life would have been utterly ruined had I been caught, or seen. I put my dress back on, made myself look something like my former self and went back downstairs. My cheeks were seriously flushed, and my lips were full blooded red, and poutier than was normal. I worked my way around my guests and tried to continue like nothing had happened, but my guilt had subsided by then, and I felt so deliciously naughty and bad bad bad, I was beside myself with it. I purposely bumped into Digger, and he winked at me in a most lascivious way, it was a wink that said. 'Just you wait until next time.' The evening ended, and everyone eventually left, Digger slipped me his phone number and asked me to call him on the Monday morning. I promised him I would. I worked my way through the weekend, we had many calls thanking us for a terrific night, and I actually picked up one call that was from Digger to thank us. And also to thank me quietly once more for a brilliant interlude, and asked me if I felt alright, I assured him that I was, and I told him, I looked forward to seeing him soon, he replied that, I was going to see a whole lot of him. I called him early on the Monday morning, I had calmed down a bit and was intending to tell him that what had happened on Saturday night was wonderful, but I wouldn't be able to see him again as it was too risky. That was until I heard his magnetic voice, and all I could think of was his hard body and powerful prick, even though it had only been in me about 20 seconds! He asked me who was at home and I stupidly said no one. He told me he would be round in 5 and put the phone down, I had no chance to refuse. He was round in 5 too, I was wearing a short skirt and little top, and of course high heels, he walked into my kitchen, kicked the door shut, he still towered over me when he walked in. In a heartbeat I was in his arms being carried up stairs, I got dropped onto my bed. And my skirt, top, bra and panties were unceremoniously ripped off; this got me hotter than hot again. He was on me and arms around me, I was being kissed and loved, I scrabbled for his prick, he allowed me the luxury of finding it, and getting it out. 'Get your clothes off right now Digger and fuck me.' I ordered him. He did, and his prick thudded into my piping hot pussy. I still had my heels on, and I watched them and my feet waving about over his back as he absolutely hammered me. We both came in quick succession, but his dick never went down, he just kept thumping it into me, it was wonderful what a feeling to have a prick like that battering away at my hot, wet slippy thoroughly accepting pussy. The power and weight of his body holding me down while he fucked away at me overtook my senses. I was in dreamland. His guile and his cunning and fucking prowess, was more than I was used to I can tell you! But did I care? Did I fuck! I was used to being fucked, but not quite like this, I was a sexual woman, but this was fantastic, his cock was so hard and strong as he thrust it whole heartedly in and out of me. I began to cum in succession instead of one at a time, this stunned my already addled mind, I don't know if I feinted or went off to some where in my head, all I knew was I was cumming as if I had never cum. He grunted to me he was coming and I urged him on telling him to fill me to the top with it, he powered in one last time and shot his hot scalding cum right up and into me, I shattered with a final orgasm, fabulous. We lay there for a while kissing, fondling, caressing and speaking terms of endearment. Then he started getting amorous again, here we go I thought, another wonderful battering on its way. I wasn't disappointed either. He began fucking me with such strength and controlled ferocity. I screamed out at him as I came time after time until he again grunted, and shot more sperm into me so hard I wondered why it never came out of my open mouth. We untangled our selves and just lay there gasping. He said, 'Miccy, you are so fantastically sexy, your sexiness is overwhelming, your beauty defies description!' 'I could love you, fuck you, and make love to you forever.' His words were just the right ones to capture my heart, I sighed with contentment, the kind of sigh a girl gives when she has just got the cream! He was a fantastic lover and I knew I was in trouble, he had taken me with such ease, I hadn't said one word in protest, not one word of objection, he seemed to have looked right inside of me, and knew I was ready to be taken, I was ripe for plucking. And he had plucked me from the tree of love and loved me like no man ever had, not my husband, or my 2 previous lovers. Im snuggled right into him then and curled my body into his and held on tight. The trouble was, I knew nothing about him, he was my husband's new boss, he was called Digger, and that was it! I dozed off for a while and I think he did too, when I woke, my head was on his chest and I was looking at his dark hairy balls, topped off with his beautiful prick, I slid my head down and took him in my mouth. I sucked nice and slow and gentle, pulled his plum deep in while I licked him. I stroked his balls gently too, then I heard him moan, if he hadn't been awake, he was now! I began to suck his cock to show him how much I wanted him and it, I really yanked at it with my tongue and mouth, I wasn't just sucking it, I was wanking it with my lips too. I lowered myself down to his balls and the hairs tickled my nose as I plopped each one in turn into my mouth, I got my finger up into his arse too, that made him wiggle and squiggle. My hand was moving up and down his wonderful erection, I wanted to watch him cum. I twisted my self over so I was looking up at him. His cock got redder and angrier, his plum head got more and purple, as the blood forced its way up the thick heavy shaft. I saw his hands grip the sheets at his side and then he blew his load, it shot up into the air and over his shoulder, I had never seen a man cum like that, it was just so strong and powerful, there was loads of it. I was completely astounded. I jammed the head back into my mouth so I could suck the remnants of what was left and taste him. God it was the most glorious taste of cum I had ever had. Then he told me he had to leave, there was a staff meeting he couldn't avoid. I sadly let him go, and we kissed goodbye, with promises of further liaisons. An hour later, I was on my PC checking e mails. There was one, with the subject box saying. 'Miccy, you have been naughty.' It started with the words. What did you get up to in the side bedroom on Saturday night Mmmm? Was it a fuck, worth the bother you may have caused yourself Miccy? You are bad girl Miccy, having it away with Digger like that. Look at the attachments; you will be pleased with the quality. But I don't think Tel will be that happy though, do you? Write back to me, after you settle down won't you? I would hate Tel to know about this, and see them, wouldn't you? I sat there stunned, what the fuck was going on, what had happened had someone seen me, somehow. I opened the attachments; there were three slightly hazy, but undeniable photos. The first one was of me sneaking out of the bedroom, with my dress in my hands. The second one, with Digger leaving the room right behind me, and I was in the background, just about entering my bedroom. My backside was fully on view, I was naked wasn't I? I hadn't worn underwear with my dress. The third one was of Digger going down the stairs smiling up at my now closed door. I almost fell off my chair, my heart stopped, what was I going to do? Who was this person; whoever it was they had got me caught stone cold. The photos were so evident in their clarity; I had just come out of a bedroom in my own home naked! My breasts were on clear view in the first photo; my arse was on clear view in the second. Followed by a man that wasn't my husband And Digger was in clear view smiling at my bedroom door, as he went down stairs. Staring at the photos, it became obvious that they had been taken on a phone. I was dead in the water. I sat there for some time, pondering what to do. I would have to answer it, there was no way I could ignore it, and hope that the photos wouldn't be sent to my husband. The problem that that brought was, I would be acknowledging the existence of them and the evidence that they were real. I had to reply, there wasn't a way to get the upper hand, no way. I wrote back to who ever it was and said. I don't know who you are or what you want, but it wasn't what it seemed, or looked like. I had caught my dress in the zip and he kindly assisted me, I had to remove it, but I do admit, it does look a little funny. Would you please just destroy them, and we'll say no more about it, shall we/ Or if you like, just to avoid causing an unnecessary fuss, can I buy them off you? Miccy. That was my mistake, asking if I could buy them, I was inadvertently admitting my guilt! I had read the email though, I was happy with it, and thought it would probably end the matter. Reluctantly I sent it. I got one back 5 minutes later. Miccy, You must think I am a little devoid of brain power, no one, could ever deny what story those photos tell could they? Now I would suggest that you get your own brain into gear, and let me know what you want me to do with them, time is running out. I can post them to Tel if you wish, or even send them through the e mail, what shall I do? I nearly fainted; I hadn't expected that, I had thought I was being clever; my idea had been to quietly get rid of this. How Could This Be I knew now, I wasn't going to. We seem to have got off on the wrong foot, I wasn't trying to infer you were brain dead, I apologise. Please tell me what you want; what you want me to do, I am sure we can come to a common arrangement, and resolve this problem. All I want is for it to go away. Who are you please? Click, I sent it. The reply was almost instant. That's better Miccy; no need to fall out about your little indiscretions is there? I'm sure what you did in the bedroom with Digger can be kept under wraps hey? Now tell me how you wish to proceed, I need to know by today, or the photos will have to be sent to Tel. Oh and by the way, I hope he fucked you real well this morning too? Yes, I bet he did. I was unbelievably even more stunned than I already was. He knew Digger had been here this morning, he must live close by? It had to be someone I had invited. But who? There had been lots of neighbours there. Please, I will do anything you want, give you anything you want, this mustn't be allowed to come out, please I'm begging you here. Tell me what to do, please please? I was beaten now, all hope gone, what would happen to me? That's better Miccy; I knew we would be alright about this. But, first things first, okay? You will not see Digger again, that is over now, done with, comprende? No arguments, kapush! Got it? I replied. Yes, I understand, I promise I won't even talk to him again, I swear I won't. Please can we meet and talk this through? He wrote. Ah, that's a lot better Miccy, I'm glad we are getting along on the same wave length now. I'll tell you what, what are you doing tomorrow? Any plans? I wasn't doing anything important, so I answered so. I have no plans, will you meet me please, I swear I won't try anything on; I just want this put behind me. I will agree to your requests, I promise. I went on line quickly and checked my bank balance. I could draw 10000, which should be enough, it was a lot of money, but if it got me off the hook, it would be worth it. I would offer him 5000. Miccy, Book a room at the Hilton in town for 10:00 tomorrow morning in the name of Mr and Mrs Andover. I will meet you there, and if you disappoint me, we will fall out big style okay? Another unexpected event, I knew somehow that I wasn't going to be able to second guess him. Yes okay, I will do it right now, please wait, I will mail you in a minute or so. I called the hotel, made a reservation as instructed, room 511 was allocated, and I paid with my credit card. I wrote to him again. I have made a reservation like you said, at the Hilton room 511 is booked okay? He replied. Good girl, and by the way, I know you can't turn up looking as good as you did on Saturday night, but make an effort just for me, see you tomorrow Miccy, bye. To say I was in a daze was the understatement of the century. How I got through the rest of the day was beyond me, but somehow I did. I called Digger, and told him quite harshly, that whatever we had started, it was over. I made it very clear that I didn't want to hear from him again, and if he called me, I would tell my husband. He was shocked I could tell that, but it had to be done, my life was at stake here. The following morning, I dressed in a short pleated skirt, I decided to wear stockings, and they look good with heels, a sleeveless top, and a small high waisted jacket. I put my hair up, similar to what I had on Saturday night. I carefully made up my face and left to meet my blackmailer. I arrived at the desk at 5 minutes to 10. 'Good morning Mrs Andover,' the receptionist said, 'your husband is already here, please go on up.' My husband's here? My bloody fucking husband is here? It had better not be, I will kill him, I stormed in my head. I couldn't get there fast enough. I knocked on the door. It opened; I stepped in ready for the row of all rows. The door closed behind me. I was looking at Jonathan Baker, my son Tel's, 19 year old best friend. And on the bed spread out, were the three photos, all enlarged. 'You Jon, it's you? I have been frantic, why have you done this?' I yelled at him. 'Miccy you have been unfaithful to your husband, with his new boss, haven't you?' 'That's nothing to do with you!' I said heatedly. 'Yes you are right, it isn't, but those photos are, aren't they? He said. 'How did you get them Jon?' I asked. 'I was in the back bedroom with Mandy, my girl, and we were making out, when I heard some one coming up, it was Digger.' 'I peaked out of the door, and saw him go in, but he didn't turn the light on, and I wondered why.' 'I was about to go and see, when I heard you coming up.' 'Then I saw him grab your arm and pull you in.' 'I didn't know what was going on, but I knew it had to be something, you shouldn't have been doing.' 'So I got the camera ready on my phone, and waited for you both to come out.' 'And oh boy what a sight that was, you looked fabulous in all your glory, I shot the camera as many times as I could, then we went downstairs after he did.' 'Mandy has no idea that we are here though, but I could tell her if you wanted me to?' he said fucking haughtily. I knew I was trapped; there was no way I could ever brazen this out now. 'Jon, please what do you want, I can get you some money, how about it?' I was almost begging. But I think I already knew which way this was going to go, I was already in a hotel room with him, I had paid for it, he would just say I had invited him, I was lost! 'Money Miccy, I don't want money do I?' 'No I don't suppose you do Jon, but please just think first. This could all go wrong, for you, and especially for me?' 'It will only go wrong Miccy, if you let it, that's the only way it will.' 'What do you want me to do then Jon, I must have those photos,' I said, as I glanced at them. I knew they were not the originals. He stepped forward, put his arm around my waist, and pulling me to him, whispered. 'What do you think I want Miccy?' I kissed him, I had to do as he wanted, and if that meant letting him into my knickers, then so be it. My arms went around his neck, I deepened the kiss, and to be honest, it was a nice kiss too. He held me tight to him, I could already feel his erection pressing into me, I knew he wouldn't last very long, and I thought to myself, I bet I could make him cum in his pants, if I wanted to! I broke the kiss, but kept my lips touching his, and said. 'Jon, those photos have to change hands, you know that don't you, that's if you want me badly enough?' 'Yes, I understand Miccy, and they will, don't worry.' 'Promise me Jon?' 'I promise, you will be safe okay?' I guided him back to the bed, and we fell on it. In for a penny, in for a pound, I said to me. I was going to give him all he ever wanted from a woman; I was going to make him the happiest man, or boy, alive today. We both undressed each other, as we both fondled the bits that matter. He found my nipples, god they were sensitive today, the groan that left my mouth was a genuine one, no question! He made me squirm even more by biting my shoulder right where it joins my neck. The message my nipples and neck sent to my brain was. 'Wow, I like this!' How could I even think that, not already anyway, not this soon? I felt for his cock, it was a beauty, not overly large, but upwardly curving, and thick in the middle. I had the notion somehow, that it would fit me perfectly. I was jolted back to reality, he had found my clit with the first touch of his fingers, I moaned loudly. My body shuddered; he was getting me turned on in quick time. I went for him then, I had to take the initiative. I forced him onto his back, straddled a leg, my other hand in the middle of his hairless chest. And I began to wank him furiously. He gasped and moaned, then fell back on the bed. I had him, there was no way a boy as young as he, could beat a beautiful woman, when she had a hold of his gorgeous young cock, and especially a beautiful married woman like me. He couldn't and he didn't, but I was making unknowingly, a rod for my own back. I yanked at his dick, and he grunted, here it comes I thought. And he shot a load of cum so unbelievably high into the air. I was astounded. And please don't ask me why I did next, what I did. But as he was finishing, I leaned forward and jammed my mouth right over the end of it, and sucked and licked as hard as I could. I slid my hand off his cock, and caressed his balls, I was in heat now, I had turned him on, and he, the young bastard, had turned me on, big time! His cock grew hard again in my mouth, he was coming back to full erection, how could this be? I wondered. But my body wasn't wondering, my body was rising to heaven. And it was going to be his prick that took me there. I was fast becoming a more than willing partner on the bed. As he became fully erect, I pulled my mouth off him, and slid up to him, he put his arms around me tentatively, he wasn't really sure about how to do me! I showed him, I made him climb over me, I held his prick, which he was now attempting to shove right though my back. 'Jon slow down honey, slow down, let me show you okay?' He held himself above me; I could see the impatience in his eyes. It made me smile; his youth was urging him on to his ultimate goal. It was me! I slid his prick into my sopping wet pussy, and let go, the thud as he bottomed out flattened me. And, because I had just made him cum, he was on full power, and my God, did he fuck me. Digger was a good lover, but some how, Jon, coupled with his youth and strength; beat him into a cocked hat! He pounded and pounded me, it was wonderful, and he had me having orgasms all over the place. I had forgotten that I was being blackmailed into this. I wanted it now, more and more. I tore my nails at his back as he banged me, my feet locked onto him, my teeth in his neck, I wanted to devour him, but really when I thought later, it was me who got devoured. I had orgasm after orgasm, and I know for a fact that he shot a load into me while he was fucking me like he was. But he just continued riding me, he just didn't stop. He went on and on and on. Then he finally came again, with a soft, but powerful thrust and a grunt. He laid on me gasping, between kissing me, and me kissing him back. He lifted his face, and smiled a lovely smile, he was silently thanking me. 'Jon,' I told him, 'you are one fantastic lover honey, you really are!' 'Am I better than Digger?' he said, somewhat sadly, his eyes looked teary. 'Oh Jon,' I whispered, 'yes you were, and are, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you feel sad, please forgive me?' He looked at me then, and said quietly. 'I'm sorry too Miccy, I shouldn't have forced you to do this, you can take the photos, there are no more, and I haven't saved them.' My heart broke, he was so sad. 'Jon, I believe you, but I have paid for this room for today, and I am going to stay here as long as I can, and I want you to stay with me too, will you do that for me baby, for me?' I murmured. 'Do you really mean that?' he asked as I collected him in my arms. 'Yes I do, don't ask me why, God forgive me, but I do.' I said. He smiled a thank you, I saw it in his eyes, I had no idea this boy, my son's best friend, was like this, I had never seen it in him. I turned him onto his back, and leaning over him, I made him know that I meant it, by kissing away his blues. I pressed myself to him, I told him, I couldn't get close enough as I huddled my love wracked body tight to his. His fingers and hands ran over me, I encouraged him, to seek out my touchy bits, and we had a great time finding each others. He eventually found the one that would, and could, and did send me into orbit. Only my husband had ever found it, but Jon did that day too. It's right at the top of my pussy, just at the entrance to it, where the skin starts to fold, if you rub your finger gently up and down there, I will give you my life. I had to hold onto him the instant he found it, it made me cry out to him, he softly tickled it, I couldn't stand it, it was driving me crazy in moments. I had to yank his hand away, such was the intense feeling, I was suffering so wonderfully. He moved his body over mine, slid my right arm under him, his left went around my shoulder, his leg crossed mine. My wrist was held in his hand, and his free fingers went back to my secret place, I was trapped, I had let him trap me, he had me held down, I couldn't get away. And then he started on me; I was absolutely insane in seconds, I orgasmed there and then. I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't, he was so knowing somehow, he knew exactly where and how to handle me. I was thrashing about on the bed, but he just kept up, his onslaught on my defenceless clit. 'Jon, Jon, Jon, please darling please stop,' I begged, as another shattering clout hit me, my insides were wrecked, he had totalled me completely. I was a living car crash. He leaned in and kissed me, I gave him the best kiss I could, I was looking up into his beautiful dark eyes, and I was hoping he would allow me some relief. He did, but left his finger laid on my hot spot, and oh fucking hell, was it hot! The kiss ended, and then he said. 'Miccy, you are not only so beautiful to look at, but so beautiful to be with, and you are so beautiful inside, you are really the best and nicest person I have ever known. When God thought of beautiful he was thinking of you.' I melted completely, I was shattered not only with what he had done to me, but by the words he spoke. The sincerity of them shone thorough like a beacon on a dark night. 'Jon please make love to me again baby, I need you so much, please?' I cried, I felt the tears fall away. I slowly got to my knees, he was looking at me, but not quite knowing what I wanted, but he soon got the gist. I laid my head down. 'Now Jon,' I said, 'now baby.' He was behind me in a second, his prick seeking me out. He found me. And he made love to me in an, oh so gentle and loving way, any man I had been fucked by there like that, had always tried to hammer me. But not Jon, it was as if he had been programmed to give me what I needed and wanted. He slid his fabulous prick in and out of me so agonisingly slowly; it drove me nuts with desire for him. I wanted to beseech him to go faster, to hit me with it, to hurt me with it. But I understood now, he wanted it this way, it was his way of loving me the way, I knew he now loved me. My orgasm was the sweetest I had ever had, it washed over me, gently but powerfully, it was from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. And as it rippled through me, he came too, I felt it flood my vagina, it was just so very special, I loved it, and I loved him for it. We rested then, quietly in each others arms. He so softly told me, that while he hated himself now for making me do what I had done. He was thankful to the high heavens that it had happened. And he would never forget it for as long as he lived. I had to be honest here too. I told him, that yes, what he had done was wrong, but what I had done was equally wrong too. But now this had happened between us, I would always be more than so very grateful that it had. 'Oh and Jon, I love you for it too baby.' 'I love you too Miccy,' he said. I kissed him with all the love I have in my heart. 'What are you doing tomorrow?' I asked him. 'Nothing at all I don't think, why?' 'Because Jon, I will be at home, all on my own, all day, from 8:00 onwards.' I said quizzically. He looked at me, a question in his soft eyes. 'Yes,' I said, 'you be there by 8:15 at the latest, or I will lock the door, okay! And I laughed then. I so wanted to see him again. I knew I was taking a risk, but this boy had something money couldn't ever buy, it was true honesty, I know he had blackmailed me, but he was honest love, personified. We had a lovely bath together, he got his mouth on my clit while under the water, I came again, he was unbelievable! I gave him a loving wank, he came into a towel, and we dried each other, and had a fight while we were, we tumbled everywhere in knots. We loved and kissed our goodbyes, I left before him, with a date made for the morning, I would ring him to tell him all was well. I can hardly ever remember feeling, the way I was feeling after sex like that, I felt wonderfully woman! The memory of him, was branded onto my heart, his smell would remain on me, and in me forever. The evening passed quietly, I was in bed for 9:00 exhausted. I slept the sleep of an innocent woman, though I knew I was not, and would never be again, but I didn't care either! He was on time; I locked the house up and took him to bed, amid love and kisses, and lots of groping. What we did there was the most extraordinary thing that has ever taken place in my life. I fell in love with him, I really did. He was so special, so attentive, so loving, and so needful to be where, and do what I needed. No one had ever loved me like this, no one. We loved as passionately as we had done the day before, but he was more knowledgeable this day. He just took me to no where, I didn't know where I was, and I'm sure he was the same. We clamoured for and at each other, my orgasms were fast and furious, as were his ejaculations. Not a lot of it was wasted I can tell you. I 69nd him, what a great game that was, he not only licked and sucked my pussy, but he had his chin right on my button, I had no option but to lift a leg off him at times, I couldn't bear the electrical shocks I was getting. But when he 69nd me, I had no option but to accept it, he held me down while he worked at my pussy, and he wreaked havoc with me by tonguing, licking and sucking my private bit, and I howled around his stiff prick lodged tightly in my mouth. I asked him later if he had ever had anal sex with a woman. He was honest enough to say no. I liked that, in fact I liked everything about him. And I loved everything about him. 'Would you like to try it with me Jon,' I asked quietly. 'Yes I think so Miccy, will you show me how?' I was on my knees in a heart beat. 'Get behind me Jon, and do what comes naturally honey okay?' He did, and boy did he! He was all the way inside me before I could draw breath. The curve of his prick fitted me like it had been made especially for my arse. He drove it in and out, using the KY I had somehow procured? And then he reached round me, and fingered me again, I exploded into smithereens. I fell down, he on top of me, and if I had not wanted to be beaten in that fashion, it would have been hard luck on my part. He fucked my bum rhythmically, solidly, and lengthily. And when he came, I literally felt my arse swell, I expected to float up off the bed, and my own orgasm followed his. I wanted to be in his arms forever, his young love for me was the sweetest gift God could give a person, and Jon had given me his. We met as often as we could after that, and the feelings grew between us. But as with nearly of these things, trouble found us, his mother had found out somehow, and put a stop to it, under the threat of telling my husband. How Could This Be We sadly gave in, kissed farewell, and returned to the bosom of our families, but my heart will always be with Jon, and unless something happens, it's over, my heart, and Jon's are broken. How Could This Happen The following story is a sequel to Who Are You. The previous story can be found by clicking on my user name and going to my stories folder. This story stands alone, but you might want to read Who Are You first. Cassidy Parker rose woke up early that Saturday Morning. She knew her Son Mike would be waiting on the front porch with his laundry. Arthur, her Husband always liked to sleep in on Saturdays, and then spend his afternoons playing golf with Robert Martin, their next door neighbor. Because he was a light sleeper, she would lie there after waking and let him sleep. The thirty eight year old woman had tried on numerous occasions to get out of bed without waking him, but Arthur would wake up in a foul mood every time. She had considered giving her Son his front door key back, but she quickly dismissed that idea, knowing that her Husband would wake up when he entered the house. However, this particular Saturday Morning Arthur was away on a golf trip with Robert and wouldn't be home until late the following evening. Cassidy slipped her light housecoat on, covering her short, pink, nightgown, and headed downstairs. As she reached the front door, she heard her Son speaking from the front porch. "Good morning Mrs. Martin," Mike said. Cassidy eased the curtain aside a half inch and peeked outside. She saw Eleanor Martin from next door standing at the foot of the steps. The woman's belly was swelled with her unborn child. Eleanor gave Cassidy's Son a sexy smile. "After this baby is born, I want another one." She then turned and walked away. Cassidy backed away from the door, and stood in shock as her neighbor's words rang in her ears. Had she heard Eleanor correctly? Was Mike the Father of Eleanor's baby? Had Eleanor Martin just informed Mike that she wanted him to impregnate her again? Cassidy's head began to swim. She couldn't believe her eighteen year old Son had impregnated her friend, and neighbor. But the words, and the seductive look that Eleanor had given Mike, could only mean one thing. Cassidy knew without a doubt that one of her closest friends was carrying her unborn Grandchild. She tried to open the front door, but couldn't bring herself to grasp the knob. Cassidy stood there trying to decide what to do. She wanted to be furious with her so called friend, but the truth is Mike is an adult who is just as responsible for this mess as Eleanor. Cassidy heard Eleanor's car start up. She quickly peeked out the window again just in time to see Eleanor give Mike a wink. It was true. Mike was the Father of Eleanor's child. Cassidy stood there watching Eleanor drive away. Her mind was reeling from the terrible realization that her Son had slept with one of her closest friends. She knew that Eleanor had been desperate to be a Mother for years; but could she be so desperate to conceive that she'd let a friend's eighteen year old Son impregnate her? Cassidy wanted to scream at her friend, and rip out her hair. Yet, in a strange way, she understood how a woman could do something as despicable as this. Cassidy had wanted to be a Mother to a second child for years. Yet for some reason, after giving birth to Mike, she hadn't been able to conceive again. Arthur had said that one kid was enough, so why worry about it? But deep down, Cassidy wanted another child. She even went to her Doctor for tests. The Doctor told her that he could find no reason for her to have more children. Cassidy had tried to get Arthur to see the Doctor, but he refused, stating that one kid was enough. She suspected that the accident he'd had years earlier was the reason they couldn't conceive, but Arthur refused to see the doctor about it. Mike stood up and began pacing back and forth. Deciding she'd made her Son wait outside long enough, she opened the door just as Mike stepped in front of the doorway. He spun and looked at his Mother. A guilty expression, like he'd just been caught doing something wrong, appeared on his face. Mike quickly masked his feeling of guilt and gave his Mom a warm smile. "Good morning pretty lady," he said, trying to sound enthusiastic. Cassidy smiled back, before glancing at the bag of dirty clothes. "I see it is laundry day again." "I know I should do my laundry at the university Laundromat, but I am trying to save money." "Honey, I don't mind that you bring your laundry here. It gives us a chance to talk." Mike hugged his pretty Mother. He then grabbed the bag of dirty clothes and walked inside. He followed his Mother to the rear of the house. Mike took in his Mother's long legs peeking out from beneath the short housecoat as he followed her to the laundry room. He knew he shouldn't but the young man loved looking at his sexy Mother. "You're never up this early," he said as he watched her round bottom bounce with each step. "Where's Dad?" "Your Father is out of town on a golf trip. He went with Robert Martin, and they won't be back until tomorrow evening." They entered the laundry room. Cassidy took the bag of clothes and began sorting them. Mike helped his mom sort the clothes. Cassidy loaded the colors into the machine, poured in a cup of detergent, and then started the machine. Twenty minutes later the pair sat in the breakfast nook, in the corner of the kitchen, and ate breakfast. Cassidy had tried to talk to her Son, but she could tell his mind was somewhere else. She knew he was thinking about his unborn child. Finally unable to take it any longer, she asked, "Did you know that the Martins are having a baby?" Mike looked up at his Mom. "Yeah, I saw Mrs. Martin this morning." "They have been trying to have a child for years." Mike nodded. "I know they have. I'm glad Mrs. Martin was finally able to get pregnant." Cassidy sighed. "Mike, I want to ask you something. Please, don't lie to me." The expression of guilt returned. "What do you want to ask?" Cassidy took a deep breath. She had feared having this sort of conversation with her Son for years. She knew he was a good looking boy who could easily get whatever girl he wanted. She just never expected this question to be about a close friend of hers. "Are you the Father of Eleanor's baby?" Mike's eyes immediately went to his half empty plate. "How did you find out?" "I was about to let you in when I overhead Eleanor make that remark." "Mom, you can't tell anyone. It's not Eleanor's fault that I'm the Father." "I don't understand. What do you mean it's not her fault?" Mike told his Mother everything. He told her about how he saw Mr. Martin leave one Saturday morning, and that he spied into Eleanor's bedroom window, and saw her blindfolded and tied to the bed. Cassidy stared in shock at her Son. "You mean you snuck into their house and took advantage of Eleanor while she was blindfolded and tied to their bed?" Mike slowly nodded his head. "She thought her Husband had returned home early. I left the blindfold on, and had sex with her. I didn't speak until the phone rang, and Mr. Martin left a message on the answering machine. She was shocked at first to find out that it was me having sex with her, instead of her Husband. But I convinced Eleanor that I would be a better sperm donor for conception, because Mr. Martin has a low sperm count. And since I'd already cum in her once, and her risk of becoming pregnant was already high; she decided to let me continue having sex with her until she conceived. We had sex a few times a week until she was positive she was pregnant. Once Eleanor knew she was pregnant, she broke it off with me." "Only now she wants another baby after this one is born, right?" Mike looked up from his plate and met his Mother's gaze. "Are you mad at me?" Cassidy knew she should be furious with her Son for what he'd done to Eleanor, but she just couldn't bring herself to feel anger. "I'm just glad Eleanor didn't have you arrested for rape." Mike nodded his head. "Mom, I know that what I did was wrong, and it could have turned into a catastrophe, but when I saw Eleanor lying there, looking so beautiful, and sexy, I just couldn't resist. She's a very beautiful woman. Eleanor is as beautiful as you. I just couldn't help myself." Cassidy smiled lovingly at her Son. Remembering that she needed to keep the conversation on topic, she forced a serious expression onto her face. "I'm flattered that you think I'm beautiful, but what you did to Eleanor was wrong. You could have destroyed their marriage if Robert had found out what you'd done. Eleanor would have been put out on the street with no one to help her." "You're right." "Mike, I know you want to have sex with Eleanor again, once she's ready to conceive, but you can't. It isn't right. Robert would be devastated if he found out his Wife is having sex with you just to get pregnant." "I know. Are you mad at Eleanor?" "No, actually, I understand her deep need to have a child. After you were born, I desperately wanted another baby. But for some reason your Father couldn't get me pregnant again." "Did you go to the Doctor to find out why?" "I went, but your Father refused to go. He keeps insisting that there's nothing wrong with him. He keeps saying that one child is enough. But I always wanted to give you a little Brother or Sister." "Mom, didn't you tell me that shortly after I was born, Dad had a bicycle accident?" "Yes, his testicles swelled to twice their normal size. I've tried to get him to be checked by a Doctor, but his pride won't let him." "Mom, it's pretty hard for a guy to accept the fact that he can't get a woman pregnant anymore." Cassidy closed her eyes. "I know it is. It makes a man feel like he's less of a man." She opened her eyes and leveled her gaze at Robert. "Please, don't tell your Father we had this conversation. It would crush him." "I won't say anything, I promise." Mike gazed at his beautiful Mother. "Do you still want to have another child?" "Yes, I still want another child. Please understand that I love you with all my heart, and that will never change, but I would like to have a second child." Mike gazed at his beautiful Mother. He hated that she would go through life without having a second child. "I know this is going to sound crazy, but maybe you could get a sperm donor. They wouldn't have to know who you are. You could buy the sperm, and then conceive." Cassidy stared in disbelief at her Son. "You are right about one thing. That does sound crazy. Your Father would never agree to someone else's sperm being used to impregnate me. Besides, I don't want just anyone's sperm. That is a gift I will only accept from someone I love." Mike knew his next statement could alienate his Mom from him, but he wanted to make her happy. "Maybe I could be the donor. After all you love me." Cassidy stared at her son for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Sweetie, I appreciate the gesture, but there is no way in hell your Father would allow you to artificially inseminate me with your sperm. He would divorce me just for bringing the subject up. Besides, there isn't a sperm bank in the country who would agree to perform that procedure. You're my Son." "I know, but it would make you happy if you had another child." "Yes it would make me very happy. And I am flattered that you love me enough to offer to give me your sperm. But Arthur would never agree to that." Robert noticed that his Mother wasn't outraged by the idea. He decided to take the next step. "What if Dad didn't find out?" "What are you talking about?" "Mom, all you would have to do is let me know when you're ovulating. I would masturbate into a baking syringe and give it to you. You could then insert the sperm into your body, and no one would be the wiser. Dad would think that he got you pregnant." "I can't believe we are having this conversation. I would know that it's your sperm." "Yes, but it would be the sperm of someone you love. The baby would be conceived in love." Cassidy felt tears well up in the corners of her eyes. She gave her Son a warm smile. "You're something else. You are willing to do something that is completely preposterous to make your Mother happy." Cassidy stood up, and wrapped her arms around Mike's neck. "I really can't accept your offer, but I do appreciate the fact that you are willing to make it." Mike stood and returned his Mother's hug. He could feel her ample breasts pressing against his chest. His cock began to swell in his shorts. Stepping back before she felt it, he said, "I love you too Mom. And I want you to know that my crazy offer stands." Cassidy gave Mike a peck on the cheek. "I will keep that in mind." Mike spent the entire day with his Mom. They talked and laughed together throughout the day. Cassidy was glad she could spend time with her Son. He was such a wonderful young man who was willing to put her needs ahead of his own. Throughout the day, Cassidy's thoughts kept returning to her Son's offer. She began to ask herself if she could allow her Son to give her sperm. Cassidy knew it was the right time of the month to get pregnant. It wouldn't be like they were having sex. Mike would simply fill a baking syringe with his sperm, and then she would deposit the sperm in her vagina. No one would know that the sperm belonged to her Son. As the sun began to set, Cassidy decided that perhaps Mike's suggestion wasn't so crazy after all. Mike was in the laundry room getting his clean clothes. Cassidy entered the room. Her expression showed the nervousness she was feeling. "Mike, before you go, can I talk to you?" "Sure Mom, what do you want to talk about?" "I know this is insane, but I've been thinking about your offer all day. If you're serious about donating your sperm, then I would like to accept your offer." "Of course I'm serious. Just tell me when you want the sperm." Cassidy sighed. She couldn't believe she was about to ask her own Son to do this. "I'm not ovulating, but I am in my fertile time of the month. Could you give it to me before you go?" Mike felt his cock twitch. He placed his bag on top of the washer. "Yeah, I'll be glad to give you my sperm." "Remember no one can know about this." "I promise. This will be between us." Fifteen minutes later, Mike sat naked on his old bed with the large opening of the baking syringe pressed against the tip of his cock. He rubbed his hard meat with his left hand, as he held the syringe with his right. The squeeze cap was lying on the bed next to him. Mike stroked his cock for what seemed like an eternity. Cassidy stood in the hall feeling embarrassed that she'd agreed to this crazy scheme. She had dressed in a short nightgown that barely covered her bottom. Her panties were lying on her bedroom floor. The lovely Mother knew they shouldn't be doing this, but she saw no other way of becoming pregnant. They had agreed that Mike would deposit his seed in the syringe, put the cap back on, and then hand the syringe to her through the doorway. Mike would open the door just far enough to pass the syringe to his Mom. Cassidy would then go into her bedroom; insert the syringe into her vagina, and then load the sperm into her womb. After fifteen minutes, Cassidy began to wonder what was wrong. "Mike, are you ok?" She asked through the closed door. There was a long pause. "I'm having trouble ejaculating. I think it's because of the plastic syringe." Cassidy began rubbing her temples. "I knew this was a bad idea," she groaned. "Mom, could you come in here? I think I have a solution." Cassidy knew she shouldn't enter the bedroom, but she was desperate. "Turn out the light first." A few moments later the light shining from under the door went out. Cassidy opened the door, and entered the room. The hallway light illuminated her lack of panties to her Son. Mike's cock twitched at the sight of his Mother's snatch. Cassidy closed the door, before approaching the bed. "What is your solution?" Mike decided that if he was going to convince his Mother of this next idea he'd better keep his language clinical. "I was thinking that instead of using the syringe, you could lie back on the bed, and I would place the tip of my penis just inside your opening. That way when I ejaculated, the sperm would go directly inside you." "Mike, I can't let you have sex with me. I'm your Mother." "But we wouldn't be having sex. You would just be present and ready to be inseminated. I'm not going to put my entire penis inside you, just enough so the sperm will enter your body." Cassidy ran her right hand through her hair. "Oh hell, this is going too far." "Trust me, Mom, we won't be having intercourse. This is nothing more than transferring semen from my body to yours." Cassidy knew in her heart that what they were about to do was wrong, but her desire to be a Mother once again overrode her sense of logic. "Alright, we'll do this. But you cannot put anymore of your penis inside me than is necessary; just the tip." Mike's cock twitched again. Cassidy climbed onto the bed, and lay back with her head on the pillow. Closing her eyes, she spread her legs wide, and bent her knees. Her nightgown slid up slightly exposing her pussy to her Son. She felt exposed, as she lay there. Mike eased between his Mother's thighs, and slid forward until the tip of his cock came to rest against the folds of her pussy lips. Cassidy felt dry. Mike backed his cock away from his Mother's entrance. "Mom, I'm not going to be able to insert the tip while you are dry. Could you stimulate your vaginal juices?" She groaned as she slid her middle finger through her pussy lips. "I can't believe I'm masturbating in front of my Son." "Mom, this isn't for sexual excitement. You're just making it easier for the tip of my penis to penetrate you." "I know what it's for. But that doesn't stop me from being embarrassed." She began to rub her clit, and pussy lips. Within a few moments fluids began running out her opening, and across her fingers. "Alright, I'm lubricated." As Cassidy removed her hand, Mike eased forward again. "I have another idea," he said as he pulled open the top drawer to his nightstand. He reached in and pulled out an old tie he'd left behind. "What are you going to do with that?" Cassidy asked nervously. "Mom, I can see that you're nervous. I thought I'd tie your hands to the center railing of the headboard so you can't move around as much. That way my ejaculate doesn't spew all over you instead of inside where it needs to be." "You want to use bondage on me?" Cassidy couldn't believe what her Son was suggesting. "This isn't for bondage purposes. It's just to help you hold still while I inseminate you." "Good grief! Next you'll want to gag me so I don't change my mind." "I'm not going to gag you. If you change your mind before my sperm enters your body, I'll stop. I promise." "You didn't stop with Eleanor. You filled her up, and now she's pregnant with your child." "Mom, Eleanor didn't want me to stop. Think about it; even with the blindfold, she had to subconsciously know that it wasn't her Husband." Cassidy knew her son was right. There was no way that Eleanor would think it was Robert. "Alright, but I am trusting that you will not take advantage of me." Knowing she'd probably regret this decision, Cassidy slipped her wrists around the center bar of the headboard. Mike took the tie and tied his Mom's wrists together. He then eased his body back into position. Cassidy tugged on the tie to see if she could get loose. It didn't take but a moment to know that she was helpless and at her Son's mercy. Mike eased the tip of his cock between his mother's vaginal lips and slowly inserted the head of his cock inside her. How Could This Happen Cassidy felt her vaginal opening spread as Mike's cock head slid inside her. She involuntarily tugged on her bonds. "Wait, you said you were just going to insert the tip." "I wanted to make sure my penis didn't dislodge during ejaculation." "Well we certainly don't want that. I don't want all of this embarrassment to be for nothing. Fine, leave it where it is." The eighteen year old felt his cock throb as he held the head of his dick inside his Mother's pussy. He couldn't believe that she'd agreed to this crazy scheme. The knowledge that he was about to impregnate his mom sent a ripple of desire coursing through him. "Mom, are you ready to begin?" Cassidy was anything but ready to begin. She was tied to her Son's bed, with the head of his dick inside her pussy, and she was about to let him masturbate until he filled her with his sperm for the purpose of making her pregnant. "What the hell. Let's get this over with. If your Father finds out about this, I am so screwed. Hell, we're both screwed." Mike grasped his shaft and slowly began to stroke it. He knew this was wrong, but for some reason that he couldn't explain, the thought of having his cock head in his Mom's pussy was intoxicating. Cassidy could feel the head of her Son's penis rubbing the inner walls of her vaginal entrance with each stroke. She felt shamed by what she was allowing him to do. But that desire to be impregnated was just too much to bear. As Mike stroked his shaft, he leaned forward a bit. His cock sank another half inch inside his mom. Cassidy felt the intrusion but decided to remain quiet. She tugged slightly against the tie, but other than that she didn't move. Mike continued to rub his cock. His excitement increased with each passing moment. As he massaged his shaft, the young man began making small thrusting movements with his hips. Cassidy felt the head of his penis moving back and forth inside her, but said nothing. She knew she should make him stop, but the feel of his penis massaging the entrance to her inner passageway was beginning to feel good. She lied to herself, and said that it was just instinctive movement, and not sex. Mike gazed down at his mom. His desire to inseminate her began to turn into the desire to fuck her. He knew it was wrong, but the young man wanted to fuck his mom. He eased his body forward another inch. Cassidy felt her vagina spread a little more. Once again she tugged at the tie around her wrists. "Mike, you're putting too much in. You are at least an inch past what we agreed on." "I'm sorry Mom, but this position is a little uncomfortable," he lied. "Then get in a more comfortable position." Mike leaned forward until his left hand rested on the pillow next to her head. Cassidy felt half of her Son's cock slide into her pussy. She'd stopped thinking in terms of penis and vagina. "Mike, you're in way too deep," she gasped. "I can feel your cock deep inside my pussy." The horny college student released his grip on his cock and leaned forward until his lips were pressed against his Mother's trembling mouth. He gently kissed her as he sank his cock completely inside her fertile body. The head of his cock pressed against her cervix, and his balls came to rest against her bottom. Cassidy gasped into her son's mouth as she felt her pussy open up for him. She tugged hard against the neck tie, but her hands wouldn't pull free. She was being fucked by her teenage Son, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. A small whimper escaped her lips as Mike pushed his tongue into her open mouth. Mike withdrew his cock partway, and then plunged back into her receptive body. Cassidy moaned as her Son began to fuck her. Without realizing she'd done it, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around her Son's hips. Mike thrust into his Mom repeatedly. Cassidy finally broke the kiss and whimpered. "Mike, you must stop. I can't let you fuck me. This is incest. It's wrong, and illegal." The young man took his mother's right ear between his teeth, and gently bit down. "Please, we must stop. This is incest, Mike. We are Mother and Son. You must stop." Her body began to experience a pleasure like she'd never felt before. She gripped Mike tighter with her legs. Mike slammed into his Mom's twat again and again. "Oh, sweetie, this feels wonderful, but we can't do this. I can't let my Son make love to me." "But I want to make love to you Mom. I love you, and I want to make you pregnant with my baby." "Honey, I love you too, but what we are doing is wrong." Her nether region trembled with lust as Mike continued to fuck her mercilessly. Cassidy knew she was lost. She had allowed herself to be placed in this insane position because of her need to become pregnant. Now, because of her desires, she was lying flat on her back, her wrists tied to the bed, and her Son was repeatedly ramming his cock deep into her fertile body. "I'm going to fuck you again and again, Mom. I'm going to cum in you until you are pregnant with my child. Your belly will be swollen with my child, not Dad's." Cassidy whimpered as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. She pulled against the tie until the cloth dug into her bound wrists. "Oh, baby, this is so wrong, but I need this. This is so wrong, but it feels so wonderful." Mike plunged into his mom repeatedly. His cock began to swell with blood. Cassidy screamed as the full intensity of her orgasm hit her. Using her long legs, she clung to her boy with all of her strength. "Please sweetie, fuck Mama. Fill me with your seed. Knock your Mama up. Fuck me again and again." Mike felt his balls churning. He was about to cum. His sperm was going to fill his mother's pussy. He roared as the first jet of semen left his cock and entered her pussy. Cassidy thrust her hips upward as her son pounded her pussy. "Oh fuck, I can't stop. You're making me cum. My baby is making his Mommy cum. My Son is making me pregnant." They ground together for what seemed like a lifetime. Mike kept pumping his baby batter into his Mother's fertile body. Finally they collapsed together onto the bed. They lay there gasping for air. Cassidy looked up at her Son. She could feel the tie digging into her flesh. "Darling, what we did was wrong." Mike lightly kissed his Mom. "I don't care. I love you, and I wanted to please you. I wanted to make you happy, and pregnant. I want to make love to you for the rest of our lives." Cassidy smiled up at her Son. "Darling, you've made me very happy. And judging from the amount of cum I feel leaking out of me right now, I'd say you've also made me pregnant. But we can't make love for the rest of our lives. As much as I loved having your wonderful cock inside me, it would be wrong for us to continue doing this." "Then can we at least make love until morning?" Cassidy felt her Son's cock twitch inside her. She leaned up and kissed his lips. "Yes Baby, you can make love to mommy until morning. You can even leave me tied up while you fuck me." Mother and Son made love all night and into the following morning. Mike came inside Cassidy five times over the next few hours. As dawn began to peek through the bedroom window, Mike reluctantly untied his Mother. They fell asleep in each other's arms just after sunrise. As noon approached, they woke up, took a shower together, and got dressed. As so often happens, guilt began to set in for Cassidy. She had cheated on her Husband with her Son. The distraught housewife didn't know how she'd face her Husband. Shortly before 2pm, Cassidy and Mike were sitting on the couch, discussing what they'd done, when the doorbell rang. Cassidy got up and answered the doorbell. She was shocked to see Eleanor Martin standing on the front porch with tears streaming down her face. "Eleanor, what's wrong?" "Can I please come in?" "Of course, please come in." Cassidy led Eleanor to the couch, and made her comfortable. Mike stood next to the couch and watched his lovers talk. "Would you like something to drink?" Cassidy asked. "A shot of bourbon would be good right about now." Before Cassidy could respond, Eleanor said, "I know, I'm not supposed to drink while I'm pregnant. I'm just so confused." Cassidy took the woman who was carrying her Grandchild by the arms and gazed into her eyes. "Do you want to talk about it?" Eleanor nodded her head, and wiped away some of the tears. "I just found a letter on Robert's nightstand. It seems he's decided to come out of the closet. Cassidy, my Husband has left me for another man." Cassidy felt a lump rise up in her throat. "Who did he leave you for?" Eleanor wiped at her cheeks again. "Cassidy, you might want to check Arthur's nightstand." Arthur and Robert were never seen again by their wives. They had moved part of their money to a bank in Bermuda. Handling their divorces through a local attorney, they gave their houses, cars, personal belongings, and the rest of their money to their wives. Cassidy asked Eleanor to move in with Mike and her. She told Eleanor that she knew her baby was Mike's. Cassidy also told her friend what had happened between her Son and her. Eleanor understood why her friend would do something so unthinkable. She also knew she would have to share Mike with his Mother. For some reason that Eleanor didn't fully understand, she decided that the arrangement would be a good one. She sold her house, and moved her personal belongings into Cassidy's home. They weren't wealthy, but with the sale of Eleanor's home, they had enough money to live comfortably for several years. That would give Mike plenty of time to finish his education and begin his career as a software designer. Mike moved back home, and drove to his classes three days a week. The rest of his time was spent at home pleasing the two women in his life. He started addressing his Mother as Cassidy, except when they were in public or among friends. Cassidy and Eleanor quickly discovered that they shared a secret desire to be with another woman. Soon they were making love to each other as often as they made love to Mike. Cassidy would tie her pregnant lover to the bed, and lick Eleanor's pussy until she screamed. The three of them shared the same king size bed, where they blissfully fucked each other silly every night. One night while Mike was fucking Eleanor, as she was licking Cassidy's pussy; her water broke. They untied the pregnant Mother and drove her to the hospital. She had a baby girl and named her Trudy. Mike's name was written on the birth certificate as the Father. Six weeks later, Cassidy used the home pregnancy test she'd bought the day before. Mike was going to be a Father again. Deciding that too many people knew them, Cassidy sold her home, and they moved across the country. They bought a big house in the suburbs. When Cassidy's baby boy was born, Mike was listed as her Husband, and the Father of her child. Eleanor had two children by Mike. She had Trudy, the oldest, and a boy three years later. Cassidy had three kids by her Son; two boys, and the youngest child, a girl named Cindy. After graduating college, Mike went to work for a computer software company. Within five years he left the company and started his own software business. Three years later he made his first million. By the time his five kids were grown, Mike's computer software business had become a major corporation with more than two thousand employees. As they grew up, the three boys got married, and moved to different states. They would visit for Holidays, but mostly they stayed home to be with their own Families. Trudy, the oldest, never showed any interest in men. Instead, she devoted her life to helping Daddy run the family business. Cindy, the youngest; started college that same year. She majored in computers and technology. Like her half Sister, the pretty eighteen year old never showed any interest in boys. However, she did love her half sister, Trudy with all her heart. But that is another story.