This is part of series of accounts of how my son and I had an incestuous love affair. Although I think this works as a story by itself I do recommend that for continuity my other stories in the series be read in chronological order first. Up to you though
How we managed to get away with it I have no idea. But as James and I sprang away from each other we heard the ringtone on Bruce’s phone and heard him answering it from the kitchen. This just gave James the chance to pick up his clothes and run over to the pool changing room and hide in there before Bruce came into the garden and saw me naked.
“Well, well, what have we here?” He smiled.
“Well I need to get rid of my tan lines for St Trop don’t I?” I smiled shaking with nerves as I walked over to my husband wondering whether we had got away with it. I kissed him. “Why don’t you?”
“What sunbathe naked?”
“Yes, why not?”
“Well two reasons.”
“Which are?” I asked noticing that the black thong I had been wearing before James had undressed me was laying on the patio. I moved close to Bruce and kissed him. “So come on?”
“Firstly I would probably get a hard on in the nude with you and secondly,” he said pausing to kiss me back. “I would hate to get my dick burnt.”
Laughing I kissed him again and suggested that he get us some drinks. “And in case it’s getting a little chilly.”
“Ok, by the way where’s James?” he asked enquiring about our son. “I see his car is here.”
It had been a close thing and we were so lucky to get away with it. I think it was only because Bruce felt aroused by my nudity and that we went inside and made what for us nowadays was quite successful love that he was not suspicious.
As James told me later, he had changed in the pool room and then had gone to get his car, but realised that Bruce would have seen it so he walked off down the road towards Cockfosters intending to return an hour or so later by cab. As soon as I had been able to get away from underneath my husband I had text James telling him that everything was ok and that I had told Bruce that you had not taken your car as you were attending a bon voyage party for an ex school mate who was leaving for the Far East. So by the skin of our teeth we got away with it.
There had been something between my son and me for about three years now, in fact ever since he was nearing sixteen. Other than some lingering glances, a little touchy feely between us and increasingly some flirting and double entendres nothing overt, however, had happened. That is until James found a load of photos that Bruce had taken of me as part of our love life. Using those as a sort of blackmail my son had persuaded me to pose for him in increasingly daring poses until I was naked. It was then that I masturbated him. It happened again a short while later when I was taking him to the airport for him to travel to South America as part of his gap year during which we had cybered using both voice and cam several times.
It was during one of our skype sessions where we both got naked and masturbated as the other watched that for some inexplicable reason I told James about it.