Christmas with My Love
Jon comes home after ten years to claim his lover.
This story is for ADULT amusement only. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are insulted by sexually explicit subject matter or language, please DO NOT read this!

This story is a work of fiction! It is not real! All characters and events portrayed in it are imaginary, and any similarity to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone or endorse incest in any way, shape or form!

This story may not be reproduced in any form without the permission of the author.

Copyright © 2006 L.A.Wicker. All rights reserved.

Ok, this is a long one. If you want something to jerk off to, better look someplace other than this.

I already know my spelling and grammar sucks, so don't bother telling me. I'm still looking for an editor. I'd like a lady that loves incest and romance type stories. Anyone up for helping?

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He sat looking out the window of the cab, knowing this was a bad idea. 'Why in the holy hell did I come back here?' he asked himself as the cab rolled down the snow-covered streets toward the one place and person he never wanted to see again. 'I could go back to the airport!' he laughed, wishing he could, but as he left, he heard that all flights in and out were canceled. 'Fuck it!" he thought, hoping things didn't get crazy, like the last time he was here.

The cab pulled into the drive of the million dollar home and stopped by the front door. "Here we are sir. That'll be twenty-seven even," the worn down man said.

The cab left quickly, leaving him with no means of escape. "Well, here goes nothing!" he said with a long, drawn out sigh, praying all went well as he made his way up the three steps to the home he hated so much and the person that broke his heart into a million pieces. He reached to knock on the door when it flew open and there she stood with a warm and very loving smile.

"Hey!" she said as tears of joy flowed from her eyes, splashed on a white, silk blouse and on her full C cup breasts. "I thought you changed your mind," she sobbed wanting to hug him to her, like she did when he was a small boy, but she thought better of it, not knowing if he still hated her.

"I told you I'd be here," he replied in a cool voice, trying not to look at her beautiful face or the body that he'd lusted after most of his teenage years.

"I'm so glad," she said trying to wipe the tears from her eyes without screwing up her makeup. She knew how much he loved it when she wore this color eye shadow and she wanted everything the way it was before.

"Whatever," he said walking past her and tossed his bags on the floor. "Where is everyone?" he asked wondering where the maid and butler were.

"I sent them home. The storm is going to be very bad and I thought we'd spend the weekend alone," she said watching his face winkle. "I thought we needed time to talk. I do not want to loose you for another ten years! I'm not getting any younger," she said feeling her heart breaking.

He looked her over and couldn't see that she looked any different, if anything, she looked better than ever. "You don't look it," he said watching her pretty face turning a warm shade of pink. He always loved complementing her on her looks and loved the 'little' girl look that she always got.

She smiled, hoping they'd get over the past and get on living. "You could always make me blush and feel so good about myself," she said wishing she could hug him close to her body, but she knew better, for now at least. "I'm cooking your favorite for dinner," she added with a loving smile, hoping he'd warm up to her.

He felt his stomach growl at her words. "Oh cool! I haven't had a good, juicy meatloaf in years!" he said trying to stop a grin, but it was too late.

"I'm glad! Why don't you go pick us a nice bottle of wine and meet me in the kitchen," she said turning, making her way to the kitchen, wondering if he was watching her, like before this mess happened. She loved his dark, handsome eyes on her and always did, but things just went to fast and much too far.

He couldn't help looking at her wonderful body as she strolled away. She always looked so good and tempting in tight jeans and today, she seemed to look all the better. 'Damn!' he thought watching her tiny butt in the skin-tight jeans, figuring that she had to be working out or something. She looked better now than she did ten years ago.

He ran down to the wine cellar, grabbed the first bottle he saw and joined her in the large kitchen. "Here," he said putting it on the counter, grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat across from her at the table.

He looked at her face and couldn't believe that she'd be forty-five that spring. She didn't look a day over thirty. Her body was tall, slender and any man's dream come true. Her full C cup breasts, her slender waist and the part of her he loved so much, her hips and great looking ass.

"How's your job?" she asked reaching to light a cigarette and was a bit taken when he lit it and held it to her lips. "Thank you," she whispered with a hint of joy, hoping the love they once shared would somehow find its way back.

He took a deep draw from the cigarette, enjoying the taste of her sexy lips. "It's ok. After the New Year, I'm looking for a new one," he said reaching the smoke back to her lips, the same way he did so long ago.

She gentle sucked, pulling some warm smoke into her mouth and deep in her lungs. "That's too bad," she replied slowly blowing it out and across the room, remembering one time when they'd sat at this very table, getting high with each other. "Remember that night you got me stoned?" she asked with a sheepish grin and when he laughed, her heart jumped with joy.

"That cute, little ass of yours was loaded!" he laughed remembering how sweet and sexy she looked that night.

"I always liked it when you spent time with me and that was one of our best times," she said feeling the tears starting to fill her eyes again.

"Maybe we can do it again tonight!" he said giving her a wink, thinking of the killer pot he had.

"You have some with you?"

"I don't leave home without it! And, this shit is good too!"

"Cool!" she said standing up to check the potatoes that were boiling in a large pot and again, she wondered if he was looking at her butt. She wore her most seductive pair of jeans and her tiniest pair of panties just for him.

He looked at her, hoping he could resist, but she turned him on, even after ten years of being away from her. "Having you been working out?" he asked before thinking and now she knew.

"You checking out my butt?" she asked turning to see his big, dark eyes on her very, very toned ass and felt her clit tingle.

He just looked up like a small boy that was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Hell yes! That thing looks better than my girlfriend's" he said giving her a wink and like before, her pretty face turned such a beautiful shade of pink.

"No way!"

"Yes way! You always did look better than any girl I brought home. They hated being around you!" he laughed watching a shocked look covering her face.

"You're fucking kidding me?"

"Nope! They didn't like you at all. They said you didn't act or dress 'your' age!"

"How was I supposed to dress, like some old granny?"

"I guess, but you never, ever heard me complaining about anything you wore," he smiled remembering a few of the things she'd wear just for him.

She just smiled, knowing she had a chance to win back his love. "I still have a few of them. I put them away...after you left," she said watching his eyes widen.

"Really?"

"Yep, maybe, I mean if it's ok with you. I'll pick one to wear later, when we get stoned!"

"Maybe, if I can see what you put away."

"I want to surprise you."

"I'm way past the age of being surprised and the way my sex life's been, we might just pass on it."

"What's wrong?"

"I've been having major problems."

"What is it?" she asked moving back to the table and like before, he held the cigarette up to her lips. Their eyes met and she was sure he wanted to tell her that he loved her and never stopped, but they just looked at each other, not a word was spoken.

"I can't keep it up," he said feeling as if he was going to die right there on the spot. 'Why did I tell 'her' that?' he thought watching concern fill her pretty face.

"You're still a young man. Is it that girl? Maybe you don't love her or she doesn't turn you on."

"I don't know. We used to fuck like little rabbits, but now...nothing."

"Damn baby! You're too young for um...um...it not to work," she said and remembered that she'd just called him baby. 'Oh darn it!' she thought, hoping he wouldn't get mad at her.

"Tell me about it! My balls feel like they could explode at any time and drown me!" he laughed and she did too. So hard in fact, he forgot he was so mad at her.

"It's so good to be with you again!" she said as tears filled her eyes, wishing that horrible day that fucked up their love never happened.

"It is kinda nice," he said wanting to hold her, but he thought better of it. "How much longer till its ready? Maybe I'll roll us up a big fat one and we can smoke it before dinner!" he said with a big smile, watching her laughing at him.

"We'll eat ourselves to death!" she giggled thinking of having a buzz and how bad she always got the munchies after smoking with him. "Let's wait ok? I'd rather do it later, after dinner and you can come up and pick out one of the outfits for me to wear. Oh, do you remember these?" she smiled standing up, rubbing her hands over the tight jeans and couldn't help but smiling.

"Are you kidding me?" he said looking at her great lower body and felt something. For the first time in so long, he felt his cock growing. "Are those the jeans you used to...um...wear all the time?" he asked looking at her nice, small ass wrapped so tight in the jeans. She always wore them when she was horny and wanted to mess around.

She smiled at his surprised face and the fact that he was really looking her over. "I only wear the once a year and put them away," she said in her normal low and very calming voice.

"One day a year?"

"Yep, one day and away they go back in my trunk."

"What day?" he asked hoping she say a day that used to mean so much to him.

She looked at him, his eyes still looking at her bottom and she said, "Your birthday," she smiled watching his eyes light up just the way they would when he'd see her in them so long ago.

"You're a nut case!" he laughed with a big smile, remembering how she could always get him so hard with the jeans and some of her other very wonderful and sexy outfits.

"I may be, but I could always get you...um...well, you know," she smiled sitting back down at the table, hoping so much that the weather men were right and they would get the three foot of snow. She wanted him back in her life and having him alone for a few extra days, just may help.

'Yes, you always made me hard as a fuckin' rock,' he thought watching her pretty face. She had Swedish ancestors and it showed. Her face was right out of a travel guide for the country. She had pale-white skin, nice high cheekbones, a firm chin and her long and very thin blonde hair was out of this world. He just looked at her and didn't say a single word. She knew what she did to him and he was happy to leave it at that.

"What else you been up to?" he asked lighting another smoke, hoping he'd relax.

She watched him, trying to figure him out. He looked so tired and ran down, it broke her heart. "I workout four days a week and sometimes five," she said with pride in her soft voice. "Tell me more about this girl you're with. Is she helping with your...um...problem?"

He had to laugh at her. "Shit! She's nothing but a bitch! All she does is complain about it and I'm pretty sure she's been fuckin' around on me. So...when I get back I'm ending it with her too."

"Damn, quitting your job and dumping your girl! You'll have a new life."

"She was fun when we first met. Like I said before, all we did was fuck, so it was fun."

"Sounds good!" she smiled remembering the last time she had a good hard one in her, his. Her late husband was nice and long, but he couldn't get it hard the way she liked it. He was much older than her when they married.

He watched her face and wondered if she was seeing anyone. "Are you with anyone now?"

"Nah, I've had a few offers, but it's hard to find someone that wants me and not my money."

"I guess so. A single and sexy lady that's worth millions, you gotta be careful," he said knowing there had to be a few men that just wanted to hump her sexy five-foot ten inch body.

"I just keep to myself. I work out at the gym in town, do a little shopping now and then, but that's about it."

"You need to get out more."

"I like staying home. I feel safe and...I got me a computer now! I love the internet, it's so fun!"

"Cool, I'll have to get your email address before I go. Maybe we can write each other," he said before thinking. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to write her or keep in touch.

She looked at him and hoped so much that he'd forgive her, but for now, she was just happy to have him here. "I'd like that," she said returning to the stove and pulled out the large pan from the oven. "Come and look!" she said lifting the pan of meat on the stove, knowing it would most likely be gone by tomorrow night.

He walked to her and loved what he saw. "Oh hell yeah!" he said leaning to get a good long whiff of his favorite food and didn't realize his half erect cock was pressed against her slender hip. Once he did realize, he just stood there, looking at the meat and enjoyed the feel of her warm body against him. 'It figures. She could get me hard if I was dead!' he laughed to himself and quickly moved back to the table.

She watched his smile and was so happy. It was a sight she loved and hoped she'd see him smiling lots more. But then, she felt him. His cock was so hard and it made her tiny clit ache for more. 'Oh my God!' she moaned to herself, praying she'd get to feel him again, like before.

"I'm fucking starving! I was running late this morning and didn't have a chance to get anything. I wasn't about to eat shit they serve on planes...yuck!" he laughed watching her peeling the boiled potatoes, knowing it wasn't going to be much longer. 'Damn, you have a sweet ass!' he thought watching it moving and flexing under to tight jeans and he also saw that she had on a tiny pair of bikini panties. 'I wonder what color they are?' he thought looking more, hoping like hell she didn't see him. 'I bet a dollar, they're blue,' he said to himself, having good idea she remembered what he always loved seeing her in.

She knew his eyes were on her, just like always. He was a horny guy and it was such a shame that he was having a hard time keeping it up. 'I bet I'd get you up in a second and it would last all night!' she thought with pride, knowing he always got hard for her and could keep it going and going all day or all night.

"Do you have any 'hot' prospects for girls'?" she asked turning just enough to see his dark eyes staring at her ass.

"Not really. I might just play around a little. I don't wanta jump into another relationship after this one," he said looking up her slender body, remembering all the times he'd touched, kissed and licked every, single inch of her.

"Don't wait too long. It's not good to be alone...like me," she said as the last words broke her heart. She was so lonely and would hate to think of him leading the same kind of life she did.

"I haven't been happy in a long time. After Joanne and I got together, I just never felt right," he said leaving out a big part. The part when he found out her husband died and she was living here all by herself.

"It sounds like she messed up your life or something. Let me mix these and then we can finish talking about it," she said turning on the mixer and went to work on the potatoes, wanting them smooth and creamy. After a good five minutes, she turned it off and smiled. "Dinner time!"

"Good, I'm ready to treat myself to some good home cooking!"

"Get some plates and a big bowl and we're ready," she smiled looking over the pan of creamy potatoes, hoping they would be ok. She wanted everything perfect.

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After overeating, he leaned back and couldn't help but smile at the pretty woman. "As good as you cook and can fu...um...well, you know, there's no reason you should be here by yourself," he said in a firm voice, watching a faint smile fill her seductive lips.

"Thank you," she whispered returning his smile, wondering if she might get him again. He remembered a wonderful thing about her and she couldn't have been happier. 'I'd be more than happy to please you. I bet I can get that big, long thing of yours nice and hard for you!' she thought, an idea that he was hard right now. If not, she knew he would be after he looked through the things she'd kept just for him. "I'll do the dishes and would you mind making us a 'big' fire in the sitting room?" she asked with a big grin, hoping he would. She sucked at making fires.

"Sure, is the wood in there or out on the porch?" he asked, hoping that she'd put up all the things she used to tease him with. He knew it would be hard as hell to resist her, but he wanted to see this sexy woman and her great body again.

"I'm not sure if there's enough. The news has been saying we might loose power tonight and for the next few days," she said winkling her face with pain, hoping he wouldn't get mad for being stuck here with her.

"Oh well. As long as we have food and wood, who gives a shit!" he laughed going to the back porch for wood. "You have enough for a week or so, but when this shit clears up, you should call and get a few loads. You don't want to be stuck out here with nothing." He said in a very firm voice, not wanting her to do without anything.

"I will," she replied leaning against the doorjamb, enjoying him taking command of her and her life. "You always made sure I was taken care of and I miss that," she said putting out her lower lip, hoping he'd look to her, but he didn't.

"Somebody needs to! It looks like your help is lacking the skills to do things right! You should never be without wood! You're too far out. Nobody could even get out here to check on you."

"I'm going to fire the gardener when he comes back. He's nothing but a pervert. I think that he sneaks in the house and goes through my undies," she said making a bitter face as thoughts of him touching her private things filled her mind.

He looked up at her and smiled. "I can't blame him. I used to do that all the time!" he winked at her, watching her beautiful face turning red.

"That wasn't the same and you know it. I liked when you did it! You'd lay out a pair for me to wear and it always made me feel so sexy, knowing it's what you wanted," she said feeling her clit start to tingle worse than ever.

He tried concentrating on building a fire, but she was really making it and him very hard. He remembered like it was just yesterday. Every morning he'd hear her in the shower; he'd go in her room, find a sexy pair of panties, and lay them on her bed. He'd go through the day thinking of her sweet ass covered in the panties that he'd picked out for her and he always got so hard thinking about it.

"I remember," he said fighting to hold back a smile and a raging hard-on. "That was always the highlight of my day," he added, laughing, thinking of all the times she teased and tormented him, but in the end, she always helped him 'fix' his problem.

"I liked it too. Knowing I was wearing what turned you on and wanted me in," she said putting out her lower lip again, but this time she really was sad. She always loved the way he told her what to wear or how to fix her makeup, it turned her on so much thinking of him being in charge of her and she wanted him to do it again. She wasn't into BDSM or anything; she was just the kind of woman that loved her man being in charge.
"That was along time ago and all over now," he said twisting the newspapers and shoving the deep into the fireplace, hoping she'd drop this shit. It was all in the past and he did not want to venture down that road again.

"Well, after you're done with this," she paused to watch his strong arms piling up the wood, thinking of him and the way he used to hold her so close. "It'll be like before. You'll be telling me what to wear and I'll obey," she said in her softest voice, watching him concentrate on the fire, hoping he was thinking of her.

'Fuck!' he screamed to himself, knowing it was a bad idea. He loved fucking around with her, but it was wrong then and would be now. "I'm not sure about that. I might just pass on it," he replied looking up to see a sad look quickly cover her beautiful face, but he didn't care. He needed to stay away from her, even if it hurt her feelings.

"Oh come on," she begged, hoping he'd change his mind. She'd kept everything so nice and put away so all the clothes would stay the way he remembered them, but now, he was refusing her offer. "Maybe after we have some wine and we smoke your pot," she added in a more cheerful voice, hoping that he'd loosen up after that and want to see what all she still had.

"We'll see, but...don't hold your breath," he said blowing under the small fire, watching it grow higher, hoping like hell he could keep his hands off this sexy woman, but he knew it was going to be so hard to do. If she changed into one of her old outfits, he knew he'd never be able to resist her. He never could.

"Wanta see my new computer?" she quickly asked, hoping to change the subject and get his mind on something else.

"Sure!" he said getting off the floor and stood up. "I'll make sure it's all set up right. Those things come with all kinds of cool settings and things, but they don't tell you how to do it," he said knowing she was a master at planning seductions and figured he'd end into one of her traps anyhow.

"It's in the den," she said tilting her head slightly to the side and smiled. "Follow me," she whispered, remembering he loved her talking as low as she could. He always said that it made her the 'sexiest' woman alive.

'You little bitch! You didn't forget anything!' he thought watching her turn, seeing her delicate hipbones and how much he loved laying his head on them, smelling her arousal. "What brand do you have?" he asked watching her small ass wiggling in the jeans with each delicate step she took. She knew how to turn a man on, even with a simple walk across a room, a slight touch of her hand or a warm smile, she was a master.

"It's an HP. They told me that it was the best one," she said leading the way across the house, knowing his eyes were glued to her tiny, wiggling butt and she made damn sure to put a bit more sway in her walk.

'You fucking tease!' he laughed to himself, feeling his cock swelling with blood. Sure it felt good to be hard and he loved seeing her teasing ass, but he wasn't ready to go down the road she wanted. 'How and the hell am I going to get through this?' he asked himself enjoying each small wiggle and sway of her tempting hips and very sexy ass.

"That's a good brand," he replied watching her ass, wondering if she kept that small black skirt he loved seeing her in or, that fucking white bikini she drove him nuts with.

She opened the door, turned on the lights and pointed to the giant desk. "Have at it!" she smiled knowing he'd make sure the computer was in tip, top shape. He always made sure she was taken care of.

He tried not looking into her soft, blue eyes, but it was hard not too. They were like a warm summer day, when the sky is so clear and warm. He sat down with her standing behind him. He started clicking and explaining what all he was doing, hoping she'd remember some of it.

"Well, that should take care of you," he smiled, feeling her leaning closer, until she rested her head on his shoulder. 'Oh shit!' he thought as her soft, seductive perfume slowly drifted up his nose, making him start to grow again. "Would you like to see Joanne?" he asked, turning to her, watching a puzzled look fill her pretty face. "I have this really cool service; I can use my computer from anywhere I'm at," he said clicking a few more things and within a few seconds, he was in his computer. "Don't laugh too hard."

She stood behind him, dying to wrap her arms around him and hug, but she could wait until later and do this right. "I'd love to see her," she lied. She didn't have any desire to see the girl in his life. She wanted to be his.

"Here she is."

She covered her mouth and tried so hard not to laugh or giggle, but it was impossible. "Oh my Lord!" she laughed, putting her arms slowly around his neck as she looked at the grossly overweight girl. "I never knew you liked big girls'" she laughed more, hoping he wouldn't get mad or move her arms from his neck.

"I really don't, it just kinda happened," he said knowing why he went with Joanne. He wanted a girl that would 'not' remind him of the woman behind him in any way.

"Not trying to be mean, but...no wonder why you're having problems sweetie. I know you love tall, slender women with long hair. You have to go with what excites you and she may have been good in bed, but I know she's 'not' your type," she said in her lowest voice, knowing her warm breath had to be getting to him by now.

He loved her hugging his neck, but he was going to resist her no matter how hard it was. Her warm breath fell over his neck and into his ear, making his cock grow, remembering all the wonderful things she used to do to him. "I figured I needed a change," he said feeling for his cigarettes and remembered he left them on the kitchen table. "I need a smoke. Let's go back to kitchen," he said standing up, pulling away from the little temptress behind him, and hoping he could keep this up.

'Darn it!' she thought as he pulled from her. 'I almost had you buster!' she said looking at him, knowing he was thinking about her now. She could see a nice hump in the front of his jeans. "That would be nice," she said leading the way out of the room, feeling his eyes on her again, hoping he would give into her before the night was over.

He sat at the table, lit two cigarettes and he still couldn't believe how great she looked. 'Damn!' he thought looking into her loving eyes and knew she was his. All he'd have to do was click his fingers and she'd give or do anything he asked.

"Why do you have to be so damn beautiful?"

"I don't know. Would you like me ugly?"

"No!"

"Does it bother you that much?"

"Yes."

"What's wrong?" she asked in her lowest, most sexy voice, knowing what was bothering him.

He looked into her eyes and knew he was getting weak. Her power of seduction was getting the best of him, like always. "You could turn on a dead man!" he said looking down the front of her white blouse, enjoying her very perky breasts and extremely excited nipples looking back at him.

"Mmm, I never knew that," she said with a girlish giggle. "But, isn't that a good thing?" she whispered, making sure to slightly put out her lower lip, knowing he loved it when she acted like a young, horny girl.

"For two cents I'd..." he said thinking of bending her tiny ass over the table and fucking her teasing ass until one of them died.

"What?" she knew he was slowly beginning to weaken.

"You're nothing but a fuc...teaser," he said watching her pretty face, hoping that he could last the night without jumping her. She always had a strange power over him and still did after ten years.

"But, in the end...I always made things right. Didn't I?"

'Yes, you did,' he thought remembering all the times she sucked him off or the thing he really loved, rubbing his hard cock over her wet pussy and cuming all over her spectacular body. "Yes," he said taking a long draw from his cigarette, watching her do the same, but the way she inhaled, turned him on. It always looked like she was sucking a small, but hard little dick.

"I think you loved my teasing and I'm guessing you still do. Am I right?"

He wasn't going to answer if his life was hanging by a small thread. She fucking knew what she did to him and there was no need to fall into a trap. "I plead the fifth."

"Chicken."

"So."

"Tell me."

"Nope," he laughed. 'You know you fucking turn me on, so why don't you just drop it!' he thought, wondering if they smoked a joint if she'd mellow out. But, the way his luck had been, it would just get worse. "You still wanta smoke one?" he asked watching her lean on the table, propping her face in her hands and smile.

"Sure, I'd like that. Can I go change into something...sexy?" she asked in a soft, sexy voice that she knew he loved to hear.

"Teasing me again!"

"You love it and you know it," she replied leaning lower, hoping he'd look down her blouse. She wanted him to see her excited nipples, maybe he'd think of all the times he sucked and played with them. "What do you want me to wear?" she asked in that same sexy 'little' girl voice. "I wanta look nice and sexy for my ma...for you."

He was so close to giving in, but he'd fight her to the end. "I don't really care," he said pulling the small bag of pot from his pocket.

"Hum, that's a first!" she small watching him trying his best to ignore her. "How about my...black mini skirt? You always did love that!" she said looking at him with one of her innocent grins, knowing he loved that skirt and the way he would reach under it to caress her ass. "Oh wait a minute, I know...what about my blue, spandex pants?" she moaned thinking of the way it felt when he'd rub her aching pussy and all the times he made her cum while wearing them.

He gritted his teeth, wishing she just go away and leave him alone. "You horny bitch!"

"It's all for you and always will be," she whispered giving her lower lip a small bite, hoping her words wouldn't make him mad.

He knew it was true. She loved him and always made sure he came before anyone, even her late husband knew that. "You need to find a man," he said rolling up a big joint, hoping it would knock her horny ass out for the night. He still had feelings for her, but he needed a little more time.

"I have one I really, really love, but I hurt him. I'm trying so hard to let him know how sorry I am for what happened," she said and couldn't hold back any longer. She started crying harder than she had in years. "I'm so sorry for what I did to you. Please let me back in your life, please!" she cried so hard and when she felt his arms around her body, she cried more.

"Damn it!" he said holding her as close to him as he could. "You win, but I still need time," he whispered in her ear, running his fingers through her long, silky hair, remembering the first time she made love to him.

*.

He watched her pacing the floor and couldn't help but laughing. "Why don't you come over here and relax. He'll be fine." Paul Jones said watching his 70-year-old dick filling with blood looking at his 34-year-old wife Carla, knowing she was worried about Jon.

"I know," she said walking towards him and smiled. "What's this?" she cooed lying on the bed, making sure her white, satin gown didn't get winkled. "Is this all for me?" she whispered reaching to hold him in her small right hand, hoping he could keep it hard tonight. Carla hadn't been filled with a good, hard cock in a year and she was going crazy with need.

"Hell yes it's for you, little girl," he said enjoying the feel of her warm, loving hand wrapped around his growing dick. "Daddy's always hard for his girl," he smiled to her, hoping she was in the mood to play his favorite sex game.

"Oh Daddy! Shame, shame!" she whispered as her hand slowly squeezed and moved up and down his shaft. "What if Mommy finds out about this? She might get mad at us." Carla whispered watching him smile and she felt him grow more. 'Please stay hard!' she thought, hoping, praying that tonight would be the night. She hadn't had sexy in a year and her baby boy; Jon had his first 'real' date. Carla needed sex!

"She'll never know," he said hoping she'd slide down and suck him. Her mouth was one of a kind and he loved when she'd pleasure him with it. "Will you kiss Daddy's thing tonight?" he asked caressing her face, watching her smile at him.

"Oh yes Daddy! I love sucking your big thing and getting it nice and hard!" she moved down fast, opened her mouth and sucked him deep, hoping it would stay hard. Her pussy was on fire. 'Please keep it up!' she thought, sucking the mature man's cock as hard as she could without hurting him. "Am I doing it right, Daddy?" she stopped to asked in a sexy 'little girl' voice and quickly returned to pleasuring her millionaire husband.

He lay back, watching her sucking him with a pretty smile on her face. "It's always good when you kiss me there," he moaned, praying his old, worn out body could please her tonight. He knew it was wrong marring someone so young, but she was beautiful and he loved her so much.

"I love kissing your thing Daddy. It gets so hard for me," she said in that same voice, knowing Paul loved it and she hoped it would get him hard enough to fuck. "Will you put it in me, Daddy?" Carla moaned hoping he could keep it up. She needed a cock in her so bad she wanted to scream.

"Oh yes! I'd love to put it in my baby girl." Paul said feeling his chest starting to pound with pain. The doctors told him to be careful during sex and warned him about being with someone as young as Carla, but he didn't care.

"My Daddy!" Carla whimpered crawling up his body, pulled her panties over and she took him deep. "Daddy, it feels so good!" she squealed with joy as his semi-hard cock felt so good slipping in her lonely pussy. "I'm going to fuck my sexy Daddy so good tonight!" Carla growled as her slender hips started slow circles around his dick. "Oh Daddy!" she moaned squeezing her excited nipples as she gently moved around.

He trying holding back the pain in his chest, but couldn't. He reached to the nightstand, grabbed the bottle of pills, and took one.

"Oh no! Are you ok?" she asked easing him from her body and Carla wanted to cry. She knew life was going to be tough marring someone as old as Paul, but he was sweet and he gave her and Jon anything they wanted.

He looked at her and hoped she wouldn't leave him for some young stud that would screw her for hours and hours. "My fucking heart!" he said trying to get up, but she held him down.

"No! You stay there and don't move!" she ordered running to get a warm washcloth to clean what little sex juice there was from his dick. 'Oh no!' she cried to herself hoping she'd get some relief some. She couldn't fool around on him or she'd be out on the street. Carla needed help and hoped that it would come soon.

After wiping off Paul, she went down to get a stiff drink and she saw Jon sitting at the kitchen table crying. "Baby, what's wrong?" she asked hoping his date with Jenny went ok.

"It was so bad Mom, she laughed at me," he said as tears rolled down his face, hoping Mom could help ease the pain of his broken heart.

"She laughed at you?"

"Yeah, she said I was a freak and laughed and laughed at me."

"Fuckin' little bitch!" Carla growled thinking of the skinny little bitch that had been playing with Jon's heart for the last two months. "Why'd she call you a freak?" she asked gently caressing his face as she wiped away the tears.

He laughed at her and slowly stood up. The shocked look on Mom's face said it all. "Great, even my Mom thinks I am!"

She stood there in shock. Carla knew he was extremely big, but never in her wildest dreams would she have ever thought that her son was hung like a horse. "No! It's just kinda shocking to see something so big and beautiful as this," she smiled gently rubbing his lower stomach, wishing she could do more for him.

"I'm too big. I'll never find a girl that can fu** um do me."

She had to giggle at him and she moved closer to him. "Baby, once word of you being so big gets out...you'll have girls' lining up for miles and miles to get it," she whispered, wishing she could be one of them. Something his size would ease all of her desires.

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"

She couldn't help but smiling at him. "No, girls' will beg you to screw them! You're a very big and lots of women love nice things like this," she whispered and gently ran one of her fingers over his the swollen head. "I'm one of them. I love a nice, big thing like this!" she moaned again and slowly moved her small hand over his length, wishing he wasn't her son. She'd make up for his horrible date and he'd never think of it again.

He stood there and listened to her words. She was always right about girls' and so many other things. Her hand caressed over him and he felt so much better. "That feels so good Mom!" he moaned pulling her closer, enjoying her soft gown against his fingers and loving hand caressing his massive, swollen cock.

Carla felt like something had taken control of her body. She looked down and could not believe that she was masturbating her son. "You just relax. Let Mommy make it all better," she whispered in one of her soft and soothing voices, wishing that he was in his bed, she could really make him feel better. "Let me have a cigarette, you go get in bed and I'll come up and...finish this right." Carla said with lust, hoping she 'could' finish this. She knew it was wrong, but her baby needed some help and it would be nice to hold a big, hard cock again.

"Ok," he smiled and didn't think about this being wrong or not. Mom was a fucking babe and if she wanted to jerk him off, great. "I'll be in bed waiting." Jon said and couldn't get to his room fast enough. 'I hope she'll let me see her boobs,' he thought with a big smile, rubbing his already hard cock shaft.

He pretty much knew what Mom looked like naked. They were very close, so close that some people might say they were doing wrong. He'd walk in when she was showering or taking a bath and in turn, she'd do the same to him, but neither of them cared. Carla thought it was so wonderful to have him lusting after her day and night, even if he was her son.

Ten minutes later he heard a small tap on his door and she walked in, looking like he'd never seen before. Her entire upper body was beet-red and her nipples stuck out twice their normal size. 'Damn, she must be as horny as I am,' he thought as she slowly walked towards him.

Carla walked in, seeing that her 'baby' was still so hard and in need of her help. He lit candles and was lying on a big towel with a large bottle of oil beside him. "My baby!" she moaned lying beside him, quickly grabbing his massive cock with her right hand and started stroking him. "My boy!" Carla moaned, resting her head on him, only inches from his swollen member, wishing she could do more. He was the love of her life and she'd do anything for him.

He lay there, enjoying her tiny hand jerking him, but he wanted to see her over him. "I wanta see you," he whispered and she sat up, still pulling his cock.

She looked to him and had an idea. Carla lifted her gown over her head and tossed it on the floor, watching his dark eyes roam her inflamed body. "Is that better?" she asked reaching for the oil and let it drip over her hand and his cock. "Mommy will make it all better," she whispered in a soft voice, just as if he was a tiny baby that needed comforting.

"Oh shit!" he moaned watching her breasts swinging as she moved between his legs. "You're wonderful!" he grunted lifting his hips, hoping she pump at little faster, but she didn't.

"Relax, let me do it like this and then you can make me do it anyway you want," she said rubbing up and down his entire cock. "My little boy grew up into one 'fine' young man," she smiled pulling his cock head towards her right nipple, gently running his head over the swollen bud, wishing she could ram him up her burning pussy. "My baby!" she whimpered stroking faster, pulling him harder, she needed his cum, even if it was going to spray all over her and not up her pussy. "Cum for Mommy!" she cried looking to him with need, hoping that this could somehow make her feel better.
He watched and moved with her hands. "Go! Fuck me! Fuck my cock, Mom!" he groaned, watching her sexy face, wondering if she needed him as bad as he did her. "Oh Mom! Yes!" he moaned watching her rubbing his cock on her big breast. "Can I cum on you?" he moaned again, hoping she'd answer quick because he was a second away from blowing a massive load of hot cum all over her body.

"Oh yes! Do it! Cum all over Mommy!" she moaned pumping him faster, hoping he'd cover her with it. She hadn't had a good cum bath in so long. She reached between her legs, found her burning pussy and slid two fingers in. "Oh fuck!" she cried pumping his cock with her right hand and finger fucked herself with the left. "Cum for Mommy! Cum on Mommy!" she whimpered, hoping he'd cover her in his warm seeds.

"Oh Mom, yes! Do it faster, faster!" he begged watching her closed eyes, wondering what had came over this sexy lady to do such a taboo thing with him. "I wanta cum on you! On your big tities!" he moaned feeling he was so close.

She pumped him fast and was ready for his wonderful gift. "Cum anywhere you want! You own me. You own Mommy's heart and body!" she whimpered feeling the fire in her pussy getting bigger. She needed to cum. "Cum baby!"

"Yes!" he groaned watching her tiny hand pumping him so fast and with long strokes.

"Come on baby, cum on Mommy!" she moaned pumping him and her fingers in her pussy felt so good, but deep down, she wanted his massive, hard cock.

He felt it and released all over her breasts, over her stomach and one long, thick strand landed on her beautiful face. "Oh Mom! Mom!" he cried out as his cum shot from his cock. "I love you! I love you so much!" he cried watching her pumping him and saw her tiny fingers up her pussy. "Oh nice!" he moaned wishing it was his fingers up her.

"My big boy," she moaned enjoying him covering her with his cum and she couldn't have been happier. Carla pointed him to her mouth and hoped he had one last shot for her and he did. His cum was thick, salty and it made her burn for more. She drank it down and she exploded. "Oh my God!" she cried out as her pussy locked around her fingers. She loved him and would do anything he wanted. She was already his servant, now she wanted to be his slave.

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"Earth to Jon, come in please!" she said with a smile, feeling his hard cock against her hip. "What ya thinkin' about?" Carla asked caressing his face, enjoying him holding her just like he did so long ago.

He had to laugh. "The first time, when I had that bad date," he smiled as he ran his hand through her long blonde hair, thinking that it looked more white than blonde. "And, you helping me in my room." Jon smiled, watching her pretty face turning pink.

"Our first time," she whispered remembering all the wonderful cum he shot all over her and how amazing it tasted. "That was a fantastic night." Carla said in a soft voice, hoping he'd want to play again and if he was game, she wanted him forever. "It would be nice if we could do it...again," she purred running her tiny hand up his leg, hoping she'd get to pleasure her baby the same way.

Jon continued holding her close, but he wasn't ready to give in to her or her seductive ways yet. He was still upset about one other day and it was going to take a little more than reminiscing about the past for him to forgive her.

"I told you...I need more time," he said backing away, before her skilled hand found his growing cock and his fight to resist her would be over. She was a master at seducing him and the fact he hadn't been hard or had an orgasm in over a year, would not help. "You better stop or I'll just go up to bed!" he said in a firm voice, pointing to her, watching Mom's lip stick out.

"You party pooper!"

"Let's take it slow; I'm not ready for this yet. It took me years to get over you! I loved you and it wasn't the kind of love a son has for his mother. I wanted you! I wanted you heart and soul! If I could have," he paused to light another cigarette before going on with his next words and hoped he could say it. "I would have married you! That's how much I loved you!" he said hoping she would drop this for a few minutes and let him catch his breath.

She just sat there watching him and couldn't believe what he just said. The same feelings she had for him. "Wow!" she said lighting her own cigarette and took a long, deep puff. "You may not believe me, but I'll say it anyhow," she replied as the smoke drifted out of her nose and mouth with each word she said. "I felt the same way. I thought of you day and night for the last ten years, knowing I'd never be complete until you came back to me. You'll never know how much I love you, as your Mom and your lover." Carla said fighting to hold back more tears, hoping they could get through this and restore the love they had.

He didn't what to say. "Why didn't stand up for me then?" Jon practically yelled at her, remembering that day like it just happened.

"How could I? We were caught red-handed! You were on me, fucking me half to death! What was I supposed to do?" she yelled back at him, stood up and ran from the room, knowing they would not be together tonight and there was a good chance that they never would. He just didn't understand.

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Part two was posted the same day, so it should be on soon. Please take the time to vote.
Christmas with My Love Ch. 02
The fires starts to burn bright.
This story is for ADULT amusement only. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are insulted by sexually explicit subject matter or language, please DO NOT read this!

This story is a work of fiction! It is not real! All characters and events portrayed in it are imaginary, and any similarity to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone or endorse incest in any way, shape or form!

This story may not be reproduced in any form without the permission of the author.

Copyright © 2006 L.A.Wicker. All rights reserved.

Ok, this is a long one. If you want something to jerk off to, better look someplace other than this. I already know my spelling and grammar sucks, so don't bother telling me. I'm still looking for an editor. I'd like a lady that loves incest and romance type stories. Anyone up for helping?

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Jon was lying on the couch watching the fire when the electric went off. "Oh shit!" he said knowing it was going to be getting very cold in the massive house with no furnace. He went to the back porch and starting getting as much wood as he could carry, hoping they had enough to last out the big storm. He put two large logs on the fire and went upstairs to check on Mom.

He crept up to her door, gently turned the knob and peeked in. She was lying on her stomach, her wonderful ass was uncovered and it look so good, he felt his cock starting to grow. 'My Lord! You look so fuckin' good!' he moaned to himself, wishing all the crap from the past would have never happened. 'I wonder if we would have still been together or not?' he asked himself walking towards her, seeing her tiny ass and the equally small pair of black panties she was wearing.

Jon reached down, running his hand over her right cheek, thinking of all the times that he'd enjoyed touching her this same way. "Hey, you need to come downstairs. The power is out," he whispered in a soft voice as he gently pulled his hand away from her butt.

"Ok," she yawned, making sure to stretch, knowing her small shirt would give Jon a great view of her lonely breasts and nipples. "What time is it?" Carla asked sitting up, looking at his crotch, seeing he was nice and hard. 'Mmm, I hope that's for me!' she thought, hoping they'd get to finish what 'almost' happened ten years ago. She needed her baby back inside her, not as her son, but as her lover.

"It's just after 4. Come on! Get that sexy ass downstairs!" he said giving her a good slap on the ass and he ran from the room, laughing at the shocked look on her beautiful face.

"I wish you'd just give in and fuck me," she moaned as the stinging from her ass flowed over her body and to her aching clit. "I wanta feel that big, hard cock up my pussy!" Carla said getting a little surprise from the closet for him. "You're going to love these!" she smiled pulling up the very tight, blue spandex pants and made her way down to the living room.

He was sitting next to the fire when she walked in. 'Oh great! Just what I need to see,' he thought looking at her wearing the stretchy pants, remembering how much he used to love feeling her up when she wore them. "Fuck! You never give up, do you?" he said feeling his cock trying to rip from his pants.

"Not when I'm trying to get my lover back," she said easing down on the floor next to him, making sure he saw pants very good. "Remember these?" Carla asked in a soft, lustful voice, running her hands over them as she smiled.

"Oh yes!" he replied trying not to look at her or the damn pants. They had so much fun when she wore them for him.

"Wanta feel them?" she whispered, hoping he would. She missed his big hands grabbing her ass, feeling up her thighs, but most of all, she loved when he'd rub her pussy.

He wanted to scream, but held it in and simply replied, "No!"

"Come on. I know you're dying too. You used to love it when I'd wear them for you. I loved your hands on me, it was just like I was naked!" she purred like a cat in heat, running her own hands up her inflamed thighs, stopping just before she reached her pussy. She wanted 'him' to touch it.

He remembered all to well. His favorite thing to do was, lying behind her, rubbing against her ass when they snuggled together. It lead to some very interesting things. He had to smile at her, she never gave up. "I always liked rubbing on your ass," he said lighting the joint, hoping he could at least hold out until morning, but she was making it so hard.

She took the joint from him and softly inhaled. "Oh nice!" Carla said with a big smile. "I'm gunna be wasted!" she giggled, hoping he'd give in to her and finish what they started ten years ago. She needed her baby inside her, easing the horrible burning in her pussy.

"Good, then I can drive your ass nuts for awhile!" he winked, knowing she'd be his in just a few minutes. He loved getting her high; she'd do anything he wanted. Well, she always did, but he liked her being under his 'full' control.

"I'd like that! Remember the first time I smoked with you?" she asked as visions of the night filled her mind.

They were in his room, enjoying a joint very much like the one she was holding right now. He laid her on his bed, massaged every inch of her body and they ended the magnificent evening by doing a sixty-nine together.

"That was nice," he replied thinking of eating her sweet tasting pussy and how nice it was when she came on his tongue.

She watched him taking a puff from the joint and she wanted to get loaded. She wanted Jon to do anything he wanted. "It sure was. I always loved it when you'd shoot one of your big loads in my mouth. That cock of yours sure held a bunch!"

"It still does."

"Maybe I'll get to find out. I miss it."

He looked at her and figured what the heck. He was here, she was and from the way she was acting, he'd end up fucking her to death. "You will." Jon said watching her taking a deep drag from the joint and now he couldn't wait to get her.

"And now," she said blowing the smoke out her mouth and nose, feeling a warm rush flood her thighs and pussy, thinking of her baby all over her. "You can cum in my...pussy!" Carla said as lust covered her body. They were going to be locked together like lovers and not mother and son.

"I'm going to give it to you nice and hard the first time. After that, I'll love you and make you cum so hard...you'll think you're going to die!" Jon smiled thinking of her tall, slender body under his.

"You can do anything you want to me and I'll love it all!" Carla moaned thinking of his wonderful long cock up her pussy and finishing what they should have ten years before. "Hand that over and stop hogging it," she teased taking the joint from him and this time, she took a bigger hit from it, knowing she was going to be so high.

"Suck it, baby!" he laughed, watching her fighting to keep the smoke in.

She slowly blew it out and reached to slap his arm. "You butt-head! I can still spank your ass!"

"That could be kinky as hell! You spank me, then I'll lay you down and bone the shit out of you!" he laughed, feeling better than he had in so long. It was like he came home and all the bad memories were gone.

She looked at him and knew her loneliness was over. Her baby was home and she wasn't going to ever let him go. "I wanta say that I'm happy you came," she said as tears filled her eyes. "You'll never know how much I missed and wanted you," she added wiping her eyes.

"I know what you're saying. I lived in that nasty ass city for eight years and I never had a friend. And as for Joanne, she didn't mean a thing to me. She was a way to try and get over you, but as I found out, it just made things worse," he said moving next to her on the floor, gently pulling her between his legs, enjoying her back against his chest and his arms around her body. "That's much better!" he whispered running his fingers over her smooth stomach, just under her full breasts.

"Mmmm, it sure is," she whispered back to Jon, resting her head on his shoulder and hugging his arms under her breasts. "I'm so loaded!" Carla giggled, hoping he'd make love to her soon. Her insides felt as if they were on fire and she needed her baby to put it out.

"Just relax and enjoy it," he whispered giving her ear a small kiss, feeling her pushing back to him with a soft moan and he knew she was his. Well, she always was, but when she'd moan and push back the way she was now, things got really good.

She rested in his arms, remembering the trip they took to Mexico just after he turned 18 and all the fun they had. "Remember that night on the beach in Mexico? It reminds me of this," she said turning her head to look at him and she was greeted by a soft kiss on the lips. "Very nice!" she softly purred feeling his hands going under her breasts and his thumbs caressing over her already swollen nipples. "Oh my!" she whimpered, hoping this was it. She needed her man to hold her and make passionate love to her very lonely body.

"We had fun that night," he replied thinking of the same night and how close they'd came to making love on the beach. They sat this same way, watching the sun setting and savory each others' body, the way they were now.

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"Wanta go for a walk with me and watch the sun set?" Carla asked with a big smile, knowing Jon would do anything she asked of him. "Paul's not feeling very well and he went to lie down," she added, hoping to get a chance to be alone with Jon. Since they got here, they hadn't had any time alone to play and Carla was going crazy.

"Sure!" Jon said looking up to her, knowing what she needed. "Is Mommy horny? Does she need to play?" he teased pulling her against him, slipping his hands under her skirt, hoping she'd let him do the most taboo thing to her. Jon needed more than a blowjob or to have her beat him off, he needed to be in her. "Have you thought about what I asked you the other day?" he asked hoping she had. He asked her to let him in her body and love her right, but she was afraid. A blowjob or just fooling around didn't bother her, but making love did, it scared her.

"A little bit. I'm nervous about that."

"It'll be ok. Nobody will ever know, just like now." Jon said, trying his best to convince her to do it. He needed her and bad.

She knew this tall, handsome man wanted her, but she was very leery about it. Sucking him off was a little different than fucking him. She put her finger over his lips and said in a soft voice, "Let me think it over. That's a very big step baby."

He was disappointed, but he knew she'd still do all the other things for him, so he wasn't going to push her into something she wasn't ready for. "It's fine. Don't worry about it," he smiled caressing under her short skirt, thinking of loving her on one of the beautiful beaches. "We still have time to get a drink or two before the sun sets," he said holding her close, feeling his cock was loaded and needed 'Mommy' to fix it.

"Let's walk to the little place we went the other day. I liked it," she whispered to him thinking of the small bar and how nice it was.

"Sounds good to me. I'll change and then we can go." Jon replied and he couldn't wait to get her alone. He needed to cum so bad he hurt.

They sat at a small table looking out to sea. "I could live here so easy!" Carla said wishing they could move here, but Paul's business was booming and there was no way he'd ever consider moving. He worked so hard to get where he was now. All that slowed him down was his bad heart.

"It would be nice to do this with you every night of the week. We could have a few drinks, take a walk and find a nice place to be alone," he said reaching under the table and slowly caressed up her long, bare leg. "I really need your help tonight!" Jon added with desperation in his voice. "My poor balls feel like their going to blow up!" he laughed watching her pretty face turn the warm shade of pink.

She loved it when Jon touched her this way. He was so caring and it was what Carla needed. Tonight would be so hard, she knew he wanted her in the most taboo way and would be hard not giving in to him. "You know I'll take care of it. I can't have my baby in pain," she said feeling his hand going higher up her leg until he slid it over her panties. "Someone is trying to kill me!" she giggled enjoying his loving fingers touching her clit, sending wave after wave of excitement flooding every inch of her.

"I wanta make sure you have a good time," he said teasing her tiny, hard clit, knowing she was going to suck him to death. He loved getting her nice and horny. She would always repay him with a incredible blowjob.

"I know what you want," she smiled, thinking of his big cock in her mouth, blowing a good load of hot cum in it. "Mommy can't wait to suck her baby's big cock!" she moaned feeling her tiny pair of panties being pulled over and Jon's finger carefully easing in her body. "Oh shit!" she whimpered as he pushed it in nice and deep, while his thumb continued tormenting her swollen clit. "You keep this up and I'm going to cum all over you!" she blushed, hoping she wouldn't scream when it happened.

He just smiled and figured he better slow down. He wanted her to cum with him on the beach. "I'll stop, I want us to cum at the same time," he said looking at her, hoping she'd change her mind about making love with him. He needed her as his lover and knew that no other girl or woman could ever please him, but her.

"That'll be very nice! I love that so, so much!"

"Let's go look for a nice place," he smiled stood up and pulled her up into his arms, holding her tight. "I hope you think about it. I need you so bad," he moaned, hugging her tighter, knowing she felt just how hard and ready he was for her.

"Mmm, you might kill me tonight!" she moaned in his ear, feeling his rock-hard cock pushing against her body. "Does Mommy's baby need that fixed?" Carla asked with the same kind of voice that she would have a baby.

"You tease! Wait until I get you alone!" he said knowing she was in for it. He was going to eat and finger her pussy until she fainted in his arms.

"Promises, promises!" Carla giggled as they walked from the bar and down on the beach. She looked out in the ocean. "Looks like we might get a good storm tonight," she said pointing to some black clouds that looked to be a few hundred miles away.

"I heard that little hurricane might come to shore later, but it's not going to be that bad." Jon replied watching her get a worried look. "If Paul and I thought that it was going to be that bad...we would have already left. Don't worry," he added pulling her against him as they walked down the beach, hoping to find a sand dune or something to hide behind. The hotel room was too small and Mom did not want Paul to see or hear them together.

"Oh look at that!" Carla moaned seeing the big dune just up the beach from them. It was tall and had a few small bushes growing around on top and it would provide just enough privacy for them. "I've been dying to get you alone!" she smiled reaching to give his cock a loving squeeze. It had been a week since they'd been alone and she was so horny she hurt.

Jon looked around and saw they were the only ones out. "Hell yes!" he said with joy and couldn't wait be with her. His balls were so full of cum, his cock dripped day and night. Mom had him spoiled with her loving hands and fantastic mouth.

"Let's hurry! I need you so bad!" she said with nothing but lust in her soft voice. They made they were behind the dune and she couldn't get his pants down and off fast enough. She opened her mouth and quickly sucked him in.

"Oh yes!" Jon moaned out, watching his cock vanish in her warm mouth and she didn't waste any time. She started him hard and as deep as she could take him. "That's it! Nice and hard!" he groaned, holding the sides of her beautiful face, enjoying the hard sucking and her tongue flicking over his swollen head. "You're going to kill me!" he laughed pushing and pulling from her, he was fucking her mouth and Mom loved it. She sucked and moved with him.

Carla loved pleasing him this way, but she needed some help too. Her little pussy was on fire and it was taking every ounce of her strength to resist letting him fuck her. She pulled from him and looked up. "I need some help too," she said with need, hoping he could make her cum. "Lay down with me," she said watching him drop to his knees. "I'm going to put some oil on my hands and I want you to move over me," she whispered reaching in her small purse for a bottle of oil and squirted some in her left hand. "Ok, now move over me," she smiled grabbing his cock with her left hand and her right, slipped between her legs.

"Oh, this should be nice!" Jon said with a big smile as he carefully moved over her. He felt her grabbing his cock and she smiled. "Good idea!" he moaned and started moving back and forth, just as if he was loving the sexy lady under him, but it was her hand. "Oh yes!" he moaned louder, looking down, pretending he was in her. Mom's hand was great as he moved back and forth, not as nice as being in her, but it was a start. Jon knew she had to be thinking of it just as much as he was.

"It sure is," she whispered, loving him over her body, wishing she had the nerve to let him in her body, to the very same place that he'd came from 18 years ago, but she wasn't ready for that. Carla had a few other ideas that she was sure Jon was going to love. "When we get back home," she moaned when Jon started moving fast, pumping her small hand with long, hard strokes, knowing he'd be covering her with his seeds very soon. "I'm going to let you have my ass!" Carla said, watching a big smile cover his handsome face.

He moved faster, loving her idea, wishing that it was her pussy, but this was good for now. Her words filled his ears and he was ready to cum. "Oh that'll be so awesome!" he said thinking of being up the ass he loved watching and he knew it wouldn't be much longer until she gave in to him. "I'm so close Mom!"

"Cum for me! I wanta make my baby boy happy!"

"Oh yes! I'm so close!" he moaned thinking of her sitting on his lap, with his cock up her tiny ass, fucking it as he held her close. "I can't wait to be in you!" he cried out and started cuming hard. Cum shot from the tip of his cock, spraying in her hand, on her belly and one squirt even landed on her breasts. "Oh Mom, I love you! I love you so much!" he whimpered and pulled from her and rested his cock against her tiny, wet panties. He started rubbing it all over her, watching her eyes looking at him, knowing she was worried he was going to try and do her, but he wasn't. "Relax, it's my turn to help you!" he smiled as he moved his stiff cock up and down her wet, swollen pussy, watching her dip one of her fingers in his cum and lick it off.

"Please be careful," she moaned as his hard, stiff cock slid between her moist lips, sending so many wonderful feelings rushing through her body. Carla knew she'd have to let him fuck her and soon. If he felt this good just rubbing on her, she wanted him back where he came from, her pussy. "Go baby! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed as he laid on her, rubbing her pussy so hard. His full length was against her, smashing her tiny pussy and she loved it. "Holy shit! Yes! Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Carla screamed louder, hoping it would find its way under her panties and ram in her.

Jon moved as fast as he could, thinking of just taking her right where they were. She was going nuts and he knew what she needed, a big cock up her dripping, wet pussy. "Come on baby! Cum for me! Cum on your sons' big, hard cock!" he said and she went wild under him. Her nails dug into his back, her long, silky legs locked around his hips and she screamed.

Carla felt like her body was on fire and when Jon started urging her on, it was all over. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Oh my fucking God! I love you! Oh God I love you baby! Yes! Yes!" she screamed as feelings rushed over her so fast and so hard, she thought she was going to die. Her pussy locked up, wishing it had his big cock in it and Carla knew she couldn't wait any longer. The next time they were alone, she was going to let him fuck her all he wanted. She was going to be his fuck slave and would do anything to make Jon happy. 'I'm going to let you fuck me anyway you want!" she moaned to herself as he gently lay on her panting body. "I love you so much," she whimpered, thinking of letting him just go ahead and do it now, but she wanted it special, not on some beach with sand going up her ass.
"I take it you had a good one," he asked with a big smile and he wanted her worse than ever. If she came like this with him just rubbing her, Jon couldn't wait to fill her with his big, throbbing cock.

*.

"That was a fun night," he said pulling his mind from the past. "I came so close to making you do it. I'd never been so horny in my life!" Jon laughed thinking of how close he'd come to forcing her to fuck him.

She laughed, thinking of how close she came to letting him. "I don't think there'd been much forcing. I was so close to letting you do it! I was on fire that night," she said with a slow sigh. "I needed your big ol' thing so bad, I hurt!" Carla added running her right hand reach back to caress him, knowing this would be the night she'd been dreaming of for a long, long time.

"You should have!" he laughed giving her a little shake. "It would have been so nice there and we wouldn't have got caught!" he said remembering how secluded the beach was that night before the storm hit.

"It's taken us a little while, but we're here and it'll be magnificent!" Carla said turning so her side was against his chest. "Of all the playing and fooling around we did, what'd you like most of all?" she asked, wondering if it was her sucking him off or what.

Jon sat thinking of all the things they did and what he liked the most. He flicked his cigarette, took a deep drag and said, "There's one thing and you should know it," he smiled tracing his fingers over her soft lips, thinking of her warm, loving mouth around his cock.

"You bad boy, thinking of Mommy sucking your thing! I should spank you!" she giggled, having a good idea that she'd be doing it before the night was over.

"Hell yes! When you were doing it, I'd be your little bitch!" he laughed holding her close, never wanting anything to ever come between them again. He loved her as his Mom, but would soon claim her as his lover.

"Now you tell me! You could have been my little slave boy!" she giggled, trying to imagine him one of those sexy outfits that strippers wore. "I'll have you soon!" Carla whispered thinking of his big, long cock in her mouth, sliding down her throat and how good it always made her feel to please her baby boy.

"Yes, I'm sure you will," he smiled watching the warm fire, enjoying the smell of burning wood and the soft crackling. "Let's get the blankets and snuggle here for the night," he added, watching a pretty smile cover Mom's beautiful face and Jon still could not believe she was going to be his. No wonder why no other woman could ever please him but her.

"I think I'd love that," she whispered as Jon stood and went to get some blankets. She sat there with her knees up to her chest and her feel pulled against her butt, thinking of him taking her. "I can't wait!" she moaned gently caressing her aching pussy, remembering how great it felt the night Jon took her ass and Carla knew he'd feel even better in her pussy.

"Starting without me?" he teased seeing her tiny hand between her legs.

She looked up smiled and replied, "Just warming it up for you!"

"If you're anything like you were back then," he said quickly spreading two thick blankets on the floor next to the fireplace. "It won't take much to get it fired up!" he smiled sitting behind her, gently hugging her tender body to his. "I love you," he whispered in her ear.

"I love you too." Carla said in her softest, most loving voice, enjoying him holding her in his arms and she couldn't wait for him to take her. "Let's lie down and snuggle," she whispered lying down, watching Jon pulling down his pants and lay behind her. His left arm was under her head, gently holding it, while his right slipped softly around her body, but the thing she really loved, was his rock-hard cock between her legs. "Mmm, I could stay like this forever!" Carla moaned, enjoying his stiffness against the soft pants, teasing her very lonely pussy.

He held her against him and he couldn't agree with her more. It felt so good to be with her again. "I think I missed this more than anything else," he said kissing the back of her neck, feeling her small butt pushing back to him. "This always made me so fucking hard!" Jon moaned slipping her right hand over her breast, tenderly caressing her nipple. "We did it like this a lot," he said thinking of the night he took her tiny ass.

"We sure did," she panted as he teased her nipple and his cock drove her aching pussy wild with the need to be filled. "You got my butt this way!" Carla moaned hoping he'd do it just like he did that night in the kitchen.

He smiled kissing her neck as he thought of that night. "It was so hot that night, remember?" Jon asked slowly moving his hips, knowing poor Mom had to be going nuts. She loved snuggling and they always ended up screwing each other half to death.

"Yes it was, but I loved it. It was so wonderful having my baby inside me." Carla whispered as Jon slowly moved his hips, knowing he was driving her crazy. "You keep this up and I'm going to make you do it first," she moaned, thinking back, him filling her ass with his big cock and all of his hot cum.

*.

Carla stood in front of the big refrigerator, in nothing but a small shirt and a tiny pair of orange bikini panties, hoping the cold air would cool her down. "I'm going to die!" she moaned fanning the chilly air across her body, wishing Paul would have called the air-conditioning man before he left town.

Jon walked into the kitchen and smiled at his sexy Mom. "Damn, I was hoping I'd find something good in the fridge, but I never expected anything as good as this!" he said walking up behind her with his big, hard cock leading the way, making sure it slipped between her legs. "Oh yes!" Jon moaned feeling just how hot and wet she was. "You're on fire!" he whispered, grabbing both her full breasts in his hands, gently lifting and squeezing them together.

"Yes!" she moaned falling back in his arms, loving his stiff cock on her burning pussy, wishing she had the nerve to let go and have her baby boy ease the burning fire inside her. "You're always so hard!" Carla moaned again, letting her hand move down and grab his swollen cock-head.

"I'm hard for you all the time!"

"And it's all mine!" Carla moaned squeezing him and she knew it was time for him to get her ass. "Wanta do something nice and nasty with me?" she asked in a soft voice, knowing he'd do anything with her or for her.

"What might that be?" he asked teasing and tormenting her hard nipples with his thumbs. He slowly rubbed them, giving them an occasional pull as his cock slid back and forth over her very wet pussy.

"I promised you something in Mexico," she panted, thinking of his big cock pushing up her tiny butt, hoping she could take him.

Jon was so happy. At last he'd be in her and he did not care if it was her ass. He was going to be in her amazing, sexy body. "Are you sure? No backing out!" he moaned kissing and tenderly biting her neck and down her shoulders.

"No backing out!" she moaned as he went crazy kissing, biting and driving her crazy with his hands. "I'm ready! Take it! Fuck my ass!" she cried out, jerked from him, pulled down her panties and she slowly lay across the kitchen table. "Get the jell from the top drawer," she whimpered spreading her legs as wide as she could, hoping she could make him happy. Jon was going nuts thinking about loving her and Carla did not want to disappoint him in anyway.

He got the jell from the drawer and moved behind her. She looked so good with her tiny ass pointing to him and her legs spread nice and wide. He squirted some on his index finger and started tracing around her tiny hole. "I gotta go slow. I don't want to hurt you," he said moving his finger all around the little hole, watching her cheeks tensing and relaxing with each touch.

"Yes!" she whimpered, clawing at the table, wishing she had something to hold. She loved grabbing things while she was being loved and this was going to be the highlight of her life. "I gotta turn a little," she said turning and laying over the table from the other side. "Much better!" Carla moaned reaching to hold the side of the antique table, wondering if anything like this had ever been done on the fine table.

Jon continued to lube and tease her tiny hole, until she loosened up. His finger carefully slid in the dark, forbidden hole. Her muscles grabbed him, trying to push him out, but he pushed deeper, until they relaxed and held him tight. Her moans told him everything was fine and that she loved it. Now he had to get her lubed more and ready for his cock.

"You ready for some cock?" he asked leaning over her, making sure his shaft rested against her very wet pussy, wishing she'd tell him to skip her ass and fuck it.

"Yes," she whimpered feeling him on her pussy, wondering if she was ready for him fuck her. 'I want it in me so bad!' Carla thought, as he slithered against her burning pussy. "Fuck my ass! I need you in me!" she whimpered again, knowing she needed him someplace else and it wasn't her ass.

He put more jell on his fingers and pushed two in her tiny hole, praying she could take him. A blowjob wasn't going to help anymore. Jon needed her and was going to stop until she was his. "You should let me fuck this," he groaned pushing two fingers from his other hand up her sopping, wet pussy. "I know you want me as bad as I want you," he added tender finger fucking her pussy, savoring her muscles holding him, not wanting him to leave the fantastic, tight hole.

"Don't do this, please!" she begged him, hoping he'd stop fingering and talking about fucking her pussy. He was right, she wanted him just as bad, but she wasn't ready yet. She was content with all their playing and now him fucking her ass.

"My big, hard cock up this hot thing!" he moaned in her ear, hoping she'd give in and fuck him. "Your sons' big cock up your pussy!"

"Stop it, please!"

"Do you want to fuck it? Think of how good it'll feel in you!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Stop it or I'm going to bed!"

'Shit!' he thought knowing he'd better stop. It sounded she was starting to get mad at him, but he knew what she needed. He lubed her more and slowly pushed his cock-head to her tiny ass. He knew this wouldn't as good as the other hole, but it was going to be great. "Relax and don't try it resist," he said caressing her left butt cheek as he started pushing forward, into Mom's tiny ass.

"Oh shit!" she whimpered clawing at the table, feeling as if a hot poker was being forced up her ass. She knew it was Jon and he'd be gentle with her, so she took a deep breath and let it happen. "Oh...ah...my baby!" she moaned feeling his massive head slip into a place that no man had ever been until now. "You're in me! You're in me!" she cried out with a mix of pain and pleasure. It hurt, but it was a nice pain, one she knew would stop soon and Jon could fuck her all he wanted.

He slid in her; it felt like her tiny hole was going to snip off the end of his cock. "Oh Mom, it feels so good!" he moaned enjoying her muscles tightening around his cock-head. Jon's hands held her slender hips, watching her beautiful ass and he couldn't wait for Mom to calm down, because he was ready to love this sexy woman. "You're so pretty!" he whispered as he gently laid on her back, kissing the back of her neck and seductive shoulders.

"Mmmm, I couldn't ask for anything more." Carla moaned savoring the feel of a hard man inside her body.

The young, hard man inside her was her son, but that didn't matter now. They were joined as lovers and no one could ever take that away.

His hands slid under her body, carefully caressing every inch of her stomach, slowly moving up until he found the roundness of her breasts, caressing, teasing and tormenting her. He grabbed her, stood straight up, holding her back against his panting chest.

"You'll never know how much I love you," he whispered in her ear and started nibbling on her tender and eager earlobe. Her soft moaning egged him on. He kissed, nibbled and lightly licked her ear as his hands fondled her breasts. "I can't believe I'm in you." Jon whispered again as his mouth kissed its way to Carla's neck. He kissed over her, she couldn't get enough. Her moans grew louder, more eager and with great need.

She stood up with him, enjoying being so close to his body, he slid deeper, filling like never before and she prayed it would never end. His soft words and statement of love warmed her heart. Yes, he was her son and now, he was also her lover. "I know baby and I love you too." Carla said as if she was comforting a baby after a bad dream. She reached back hugging his neck as he slid in more, until he rested against her quivering butt cheeks. "Ahhhh, my God! It feels so good!" she cried out, pushing back, wishing he could get deeper; she wanted him in her soul.

Jon's hands toyed with her breasts, making sure he did not touch her nipples. He wanted to drive her insane with need. He knew she loved her nipples played with, but he was waiting until she was close to cuming and then, he'd do all the things Mom loved.

"When I cum in you," he panted, still enjoying her muscles squeezing and pulling on his cock. "You're going think I'm giving you an enema!" Jon grunted, fighting to last as long as he could. He'd waited for this moment to long to cum this fast.

She rested against him, loving him biting and sucking her tender neck. "Oh baby! I feel like I'm going to die!" she whimpered feeling her body trembling, knowing she so close. His big hands roamed and caressed everywhere, not missing a single spot. His right hand found its way between her long legs; he teased her already inflamed clit, making her body quiver for more. Carla knew what she needed, but that would come later.

Jon filled her body with hard cock, her muscles continued flexing around him and it happened. "Ahhhh, shit!" he yelled out as loud as he could, pumping his hot cum deep into her ass. "Oh Mom, I love you! I love you so much!" he moaned leaning back, picking her up with his arms and his cock that was buried deep in her tiny ass. He sucked her neck as hard as he could and Jon felt her exploding around him.

She felt it shooting up her ass and deep into her bowels. It was nothing she'd ever felt before and Carla knew they'd be doing this lots more in the future. Carla's body jerked, her pussy locked and her ass squeezed him hard. "Ohhhhh God! Oh Jon!" she screamed, thinking she was going to die in his arms. Her knees gave out as the first powerful orgasm swept over her body and there was more to come. "My baby! My sweet, sweet baby," she whimpered as he sucked, kissed and bit the soft flesh on her neck. "You can fuck me anytime you want!" she giggled thinking of him up her pussy and home great that was going to feel.

*.

"Oh yeah, that was fun!" Jon laughed feeling his cock growing, thinking back to that awesome night so long ago. He couldn't resist biting her neck.

"I had a hell of a time hiding my poor neck!" Carla laughed. "Remember all the fucking turtleneck sweaters I had to wear? I could have kicked your ass!" she laughed more, feeling his hand creeping between her legs. "I need you baby!" she whimpered, hoping he was over the past. She needed to make up for all the lost years of being without him.

He sat up, pulled her up against him, pulled down her pants and laid her across the arm of the soft. "I've wanted this for so long!" he moaned pointing his cock to her dripping pussy and he pushed forward. "Mom! Oh yes!" he yelled out as he grabbed her full breasts and squeezed hard. "You sexy bitch!" he yelled louder as her body welcomed him with the same wonderful feeling as her ass, but this was so wet and juicy. Mom's muscles went crazy squeezing and caressing him.

She felt like a rag doll as he pulled her up, she watched as he stripped her pants off, laid her on the sofa and he moved to her. She smiled as Jon looked to the prize he was about to receive, he took a deep breath and before she could say 'easy' he thrust deep into the very place he'd came from.

"Ahhhh, oh yes! Oh Jon! We did it! We're doing it!" she screamed as his mass filled her tiny hole, stretching it so wide, but it felt good. Her baby, her lover was in her body and nothing was going to get in the way this time. She didn't care if the house caught on fire, there was no stopping. "You better fuck me as hard as you can!" she growled, thinking of all the nights she'd dreamt this.

"I plan on wearing this little thing out!" he moaned savoring the feel of being in the only woman he ever loved, even if she was his Mom.

"I'm not sure about you, but I plan on making up for the years of dreaming about this!" she said shoving her hips back to him. "Fuck me hard!" Carla growled in a voice that sounded like the one in the movie, 'The Exorcist'.

He grabbed her hips and moved as fast as possible. Their skin slapped together, her juices made that wonderful slurping noise and Mom's soft moaning filled the night air. "I'm never leaving you again," he said watching her breasts swaying back and forth with each deep thrust in. The same breasts he'd suckled as a baby, but now they were his, as her lover. "You're so beautiful," he whispered reaching up to hold them, making sure he teased the nipples with his thumbs, watching her back arch with pleasure.

"You feel so good in me!"

"You feel good to be in!"

"Fuck me! Fuck your Mother!"

"My pleasure!" he smiled, pumping her squirming body faster, driving himself to her core, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer. "I hope you're thinking about cuming soon!" Jon moaned feeling his balls were ready to fill her with his seeds.

She just lay there, enjoying his massive cock pounding her pussy, driving deep in her body, knowing she'd never be lonely ever again. "You ready to do it?" Carla asked in a soft and very loving voice, hoping he was ready. She wanted her baby boy to fill her with his 'special' gift.

"Yes!"

"Mmm, you're going to cum in Mommy."

"Yes I am!"

"Do it then! Pump my pussy full!"

"Oh shit! I hate to cum so soon! I wanta do you all night!"

"Now you can love me all the time. Anytime you want, day or night!" she moaned wrapping her legs around his hips, hoping he'd pump her full of his hot cum. She hadn't had a man fill her in years and she knew Jon was full.

He watched her beautiful body, listened to her words and it was all he could take. "Oh yes! Mom, I'm cuming! I'm cuming in you!" Jon yelled out as his cock started shooting so hard, he thought the end of it was going to blow off.

She knew her baby was close. She put her long legs around him, pulled him closer and she screamed when it came. "Oh baby! Yes! Oh yes!" Carla squealed when his hot seed shot so deep in her, she thought it was going to come out her mouth. "I love it! It feels so good! Cum in Mommy! Fill me up!" she screamed and held him close.

"Damn, if we do it like that all the time...I'll be lucky if I live a month!" Jon laughed laying across her, gently kissing her as they gazed into each others eyes.

"But, what a way to die," she smiled, enjoying him deep in her body and his loving kisses on her lips.

Carla couldn't help thinking of the day that tore them apart, wishing she could go back in time and put things right. How could she have chosen money over the wonderful young man that was inside her body?

*.

"He's still home baby. Calm down until he leaves!" Carla said in a firm voice, trying to push Jon away from her, but his big cock felt so good rubbing her very, very horny pussy. Paul was already asking her questions about Jon being around her all the time and she did not want to end up back in 'Four Seasons Mobile Home Park'. She'd gotten used to living a life of luxury and there was no way in hell she wanted it fucked up.
"I heard him go in the shower. Suck me for just a few minutes, please!" Jon begged her, knowing they were taking a big chance, but they hadn't been together in a week. Paul was always following Mom around now and Jon was ready to kill him. The old fucker needed to die soon and leave them alone.

"No! I'm not! You stop it now and wait until he leaves!" Carla said and shoved him back with all of her might. "When he's gone," she said pointing her finger at him. "I'm all yours!" Carla added with a seductive smile, knowing Jon was going to be so happy.

After hours and hours of thinking it over, today would be the day she let Jon have he wish. Today, she'd let her one and only son, the love of her life, make passionate love to her.

"Damn, all I wanted was for you to suck me." Jon said in a hurt voice as he turned and went to his room. 'Bitch! You sure do love all that money,' he thought flopping down on his bed, hoping the old fart would die soon. He wanted Mom day and night and the fucker was really getting in the way now. 'I wonder if he knows about us.' Jon thought again, trying to think of a good way to kill him. It wouldn't be that hard. He had a very bad heart on was on his last leg.

Carla knew Jon was upset at her, but she couldn't take any chances. Paul had been questioning her about Jon all week long and she was sure that he suspected something was going on. There was no way she wanted to fuck up her life. She was living a dream come true. The poor single Mom meets the rich guy, they get married, and life couldn't be any better. Jon would have to get over it. She was his, but he had to understand they had to be careful.

Later that afternoon, Paul picked up his briefcase and leaned to give Carla a soft kiss. "I'll be home in three days. I'll call when I get checked in the hotel," he smiled, turning to see Jon giving him a dirty look. 'I wonder what's going on,' he thought watching the young man. 'I hope she's not doing anything with him.' Paul thought as he walked out the door, hoping Carla loved him more than that.

"Thank God!" Jon said standing up and walked to Carla. "Go shower. I can't stand it when he touches you," he added with a painful look on his face.

"All he did was kiss me silly. It's not like he just finished fucking me!" she replied, knowing Jon wouldn't be happy until she showered. So, she made her way to the bathroom. 'I can't believe this is happening. How did I ever let things go this far?' she asked herself stripping off her clothes and got under the warm water. 'What would happen if he caught us?' she thought with a laugh. 'My ass would be back in the trailer park and working in some restaurant.' Carla laughed, thinking of being poor again.

She finished dressing in a sheer bra and panty set and walked to Jon's room, knowing he was going to be so happy. 'My baby boy gets his dream today!' she thought walking in, seeing him lying on his back with his cock standing straight up in the air. "Very, very nice!" Carla purred moving on the bed next to him, leaned over, sucking him deep in her mouth and to her throat.

"Oh mother fucker!" Jon growled, grabbing the sides of her head and slowly started fucking her mouth. "I hope today is the day," he said hoping this would be it, the day he made love to his beautiful, sexy Mom.

She heard him and had to smile. Carla knew the poor guy must be going nuts. A man could not live on blowjobs and a piece of ass, she knew what they liked. She gently eased from him, looked up and said, "I'm all yours," she purred reaching back to his cock, kissed the swollen head and knew it was time. She slowly pulled down her panties and spread her long legs. "Come be with me," she whispered to him, enjoying his eyes widen and he carefully moved over her trembling body.

He lay there watching her sucking him and she had a different look today. He couldn't tell what it was, but she looked happy, but when her soft words filled his ears, he quickly knew. "Oh Mom!" Jon moaned moving over her slender body and he was so happy. At last, she was going to be his. "I love you so much!" he said feeling her hand moving between their bodies and she guided him to the very place he'd came from years before.

"Be gentle," she whispered reaching to hold the sides of his face and her son took her. "Oh my God!" Carla moaned as his length and mass gently pushed deep into her body. It was nothing she'd ever experienced before. His length touched places Carla never knew existed until now and his mass spread her so wide, she hoped he didn't tear her. But, at long last, a man was going to please her needs, even if he was her son.

Her body grabbed him tight, making it hard to push in this sexy lady. It was like there were hands inside her body squeezing and pulling him. "Ahhh, Mom! You feel so good!" he smiled looking down to her and couldn't resist kissing her panting mouth. He thought of all the times he'd kissed her in the past. On her birthday, holidays and now he was kissing her as his lover.

She laid there as her baby boy filled her with more hard cock than she ever thought possible and it was breathtaking. "Yes!" Carla whimpered, hoping their love could make it through this. She knew it would kill her if anything ever came between them. "Love me! Make me feel good," she sobbed as tears of love and worry poured from her eyes. She loved him as her son and now lover, hoping her husband never found out. There was no way she could go back to her dreadful life.

Jon started moving his hips, slowly pushing deep in her and he'd gradually pull back out. "Holy shit!" he moaned pushing back in her warm body. "I'm in you again." Jon whispered to her, watching loving smile covering her gorgeous face. "I'm back in my sexy Mom!" he said looking at her face, enjoying the pleasure and the warm glow.

"Yes! You're back in me!" she cried as his pace quickened, driving his cock deeper, to her center, to the place he lived for nine months. "Don't ever leave me," she moaned lifting her legs and placed them over his broad shoulders. "Do it! I want your hot cum in me!" Carla growled, feeling the fire that had been burning deep in her body, moving into her pussy and she was ready to cum. "Fuck me as hard as you can!" she growled again, but this time it had more urgency than before. Carla had a handsome young man in her body and she needed some relief.

He moved faster, driving his long, hard cock into and out of her tiny pussy like a jackhammer and Mom loved it. She started kicking his back, driving him deeper and Jon loved it. Mom was one horny lady and he knew they were going to have so much fun now.

"My sexy bitch likes it hard!"

"Yes! Hard!" she moaned out as his cock hammered away at her body. Each deep thrust in lifted her tiny ass from the bed and Carla loved it. She may not be able to walk for a few days, but for now, she loved it. "Fuck me!" she squealed feeling her pussy begin to spasm and it was just about time. Time to cum with her baby deep in the place he'd came from.

Jon held her as he pumped away. His cock slid in and out of her so nice, so wonderful. He drew back his hand and gave her right ass cheek a good slap.

"Oh my God! Yes!" she squealed loud as the sharp pain and fiery pain rushed through her. "More!" Carla squealed again, watching his other hand pull back. "Oh fuck! I love it! I love it!" she screamed, not caring if anyone heard or not. She was having the best time and best sex of her life.

He watched her as he continued fucking her like some crazed man and she fucking loved it. He kept slapping her tiny ass and she'd just beg for more. Who would have ever thought she was such a horny woman. "Come on bitch! Cum for me!" he yelled slapping her again, loving the feel of her already tight pussy clamping down on him like a vise.

"You fucker!" she screamed and something kind of cute came to mind. "You mother fucker! You mother fucker!" she screamed loud and was glad all the maids and butler were sent home when Paul left on his trip.

The door opened, Paul stood there looking at Jon on top of his mother, raping her. "You prick!" he said, but wasn't heard by either of the two people in bed. He drew back the baseball bat and hit Jon on the back of his head. Paul watched as the rapist fell from his wife and on the floor. He watched a shocked and hurt look covering her face and his fears were real. Carla was letting him fuck her.

"I'll say this one time." Paul said in a cold voice. "He will leave this house and never come back as long as I'm alive. If I ever think you're communicating with him or seeing him...you will be right back where I found you! Do you understand me?" he asked with hurt and sadness in his voice.

"Yes." Carla said, knowing she should have helped Jon up and left. This would hurt them forever and she hoped that someday, maybe some snowy, Christmas Eve, they would get past this and continue their love for each other.

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