Taking the Edge Off

Well, while he was there. Michael pulled out a little and offered a few careful thrusts before pulling out all the way. Then he swore he saw hurt in her eyes, or a sense of sudden emptiness. To karen’s surprise, her son doubled back and bottomed out in her so that his balls nuzzled against her back.

The next thing she knew, he was oh so slowly screwing her, to the point where she had to bite her tongue so not to scream at him to put more effort into it. This was supposed to be something of an education after all but now she was losing control and it was getting ever so subtly out of hand.

You seduced your own son into having sex with you, the little voice in her mind said. Just tell him. “Fuck me, son. Take off that pointless rubber and come bond with me and spunk in me and…”

DO IT!!!

‘Oh, that’s right, just like that. God if you weren’t my son, you’d be…’

Michael suddenly picked up the pace and carefully took hold of her hips, pulling her onto his length as he pistoned in and out. Karen could no longer control her previously steady and quiet breaths. ‘Oh Christ,’ she muttered.