I continue my affair and incest with my son

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“We can’t darling, not with Sara here.”

“And if she wasn’t?”

“I just don’t know my love, I just don’t.”

“You do want to don’t you?”

“With my body I want to so much, but my mind says we shouldn’t.”

Smiling he said. “So just have to get you to change your mind do I?”

I smiled back. “Yes I guess so.”

“I know that we can’t go all the way A, but I want us to kiss and caress each other. Where can we go?”

“Somewhere we would hear Sara if she gets up?”

“Yes.”

I took his hand and led him into Bruce’s study. “We can hear Sara get up in here as her room is right above and the floor boards creak,” I told him taking his face in my hands and kissing him.

I was wearing a fairly baggy pale grey, man’s shirt with buttons all the way down the front outside a dark blue, silky skirt that was slightly flared. James was in his usual uniform of blue jeans and a white tee shirt, he looked gorgeous. We sat on the three seater overstuffed, high backed dark green sofa and kissed more. His hands went to my chest and he cupped my breasts.

“Take your bra off.”

“No I can’t, don’t be silly,” I said my heart beating a little faster at the thought of taking it off.

“Of course you can, it would be quicker just doing your shirt up than getting your boobs back in the bra and Sara wouldn’t notice that you were not wearing one.”

As usual his quick mind and logical thinking impressed me and I saw quickly that he was correct.

“Ok then,” I said hopefully sounding calm although I was boiling up inside and I was hugely aroused. Looking right into his eyes I undid the shirt button by button, very slowly. Undone almost to the waist I pulled it off my shoulders and eased my arms out of the sleeves.

“Oh Christ mum you look so gorgeous,” he whispered looking at my breasts in the dark blue bra that was a couple of years old so was probably half a cup size or so too small for me. That pushed my boobs together more and created a really deep cleavage. Still staring at him I reached behind and with the deftness that is inborn in women but foils most men, I undid the clasp and pulled the bra away from my breasts. Obviously they sagged a little, which happens with all D plus cup boobs, but not to a large extent and looking down I saw that my always prominent nipples were standing out like organ stops. I pushed the bra behind the cushion on the sofa and slipped my arms into the sleeves, but left it undone.

“Oh mum you look ravishing,” he groaned moving closer, putting his arms round me, kissing me and pushing me back into the corner of the sofa. I could feel his erection against my hip as he caressed squeezed and pinched my breasts and nipples before, at last sucking one of them into his mouth. It made me feel very emotional as he sucked on the teat that he had all those years ago when he really was my baby. That made me feel so maternal, but in a way that I had never felt before; I could not describe it, but it made me want to cry, although I managed not to.

We kissed for some time as he played with my breasts and I slid my hand under his tee shirt and around the bulge in his jeans. I wanted to unzip him and feel his hardness, but I stopped myself as it was going too far. Then I felt his hand on my knee and that made me stiffen. Still kissing me he started moving it up my bare leg until it was onto the fleshy part of my thigh and I grabbed his wrist.

“No James, not here.”

“Why not?” He asked pushing back against my hand. “We would hear Sara, that’s why we are in dad’s study.”

“But it’s wrong here.”

“Mum, it wasn’t wrong in the garden room with the photos or in the courtyard was it?”

“Oh you know what I mean.”

“Yes mum,” he went on squeezing my thigh and pushing to go further from where I was holding his wrist. “I know what you mean and I also know what you want don’t I?”

“Do you James,” I gasped as his other hand gripped mine and pulled on it.

“Yes darling, yes I do, don’t I?” he said pulling more firmly on my wrist and kissing me.

“I don’t know,” I whispered.

“I think you do,” he went on pulling more firmly. “Don’t you Anna, don’t you A, don’t you mum?” He went on licking my extended nipple that was aching with desire.

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