My son come home and we Incestuous Homecoming

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“Why don’t you have an early day” I said to Bob just after she had gone.

“Why thanks a lot Cat, I appreciate that.”

I was alone. I went indoors unzipping my top on the way. I stood in the secluded courtyard by the garage and slipped the top off. I know that no one can see into that area so I took the trousers off as well. I love being naked around the house and in the garden and that is not for naturist reasons, it’s purely sexual.

I strolled indoors and into my conservatory. I looked at the floor where I had lain all those months ago when this thing with Peter started. I remembered vividly lying on that floor as he photographed me, as he persuaded me to undress until I was just in my panties, as he undressed, as he pulled my panties down, as he rubbed my clit, as his fingers went into me and as I stroked and rubbed his cock. What I remembered most vividly was cupping my breasts and seeing his cock exploding and streaming so much cum all over my boobs.

Feeling extremely worked up sexually I went and changed

I heard his key in the door

“I’m home” I heard Peter shout when he let himself in through the front door at around half past five. “Anyone around?”

“Just me” I replied. “I’m in the conservatory.”

“Wow you look dolled up.”

I was wearing what was being called a big dress. It had a strapless boob tube type of top that covered my breasts, but showed a deep cleavage and was tight down to my waist and then flared out until it reached my ankles.

“Don’t you like it?”

“Yes it’s lovely mum, but why are you wearing it?”

“I just felt like dolling myself up a bit.”

“Well it certainly works.”

He came up to me and took me into his arms. “You look lovely mum and I so want you” he muttered as he kissed me and pressed his hard cock into the softness of my tummy.

“Peter sit down we have to talk.”

“It seems that’s all we do.”

“What?”

“Talk. I want to do, not talk.”

Knowing what tonight was almost certainly going to bring I smiled as I poured the wine and went to where he was sitting at the kitchen table.

“Let’s go and sit in the courtyard” I suggested. It was quite a suntrap especially this time of evening. We sat on chairs nearly side by side. It was lovely and warm. I brought the bottle out in a glass cooler.

Taking my spare hand in his he said. “What time is he going to be home?”

I ignored the question.

“Peter what we have done so far is bad but the situation isn’t irretrievable.”

“What do you mean?” He asked running his fingertips wonderfully suggestively up my forearm and stroking the inside of my elbow. It felt nice so I didn’t stop him or move my arm away. His knee pressed against mine and I didn’t move that either.

“We haven’t gone too far.”

“I know that Cat, we haven’t gone far enough” he whispered, now softly stroking the inside of my upper arm and pushing his knee between my knees. I thought I should stop him, but didn’t seem to have the resistance. I knew, though, that what I was about to say had to be said.

“I mean we haven’t actually had sex have we.”

“Well I thought masturbating each other was sex, or am I being silly?” He asked his fingers sliding into my armpit.

“You know what I mean.”

“Yes mummy” he muttered leaning forward, kissing me on my lips and adding. “I haven’t fucked you yet have I?”

Slightly crude though that may have been, the words hit home hard.

“No Peter we haven’t made love and that is what I want to talk about.”

“Go on” he said running his forefinger in and out of my armpit as though it was a cunt and he was finger fucking it. That was so suggestive I nearly stopped and said ‘Fuck me now.’

“We are at a crossroads Peter. Turn one way and we put this behind us and our future life is uncomplicated. Turn the other and there is uncertainty and confusion, guilt and concern and, if we’re caught god knows what.”

“Yes and pleasure and excitement. And we both want it.”

“A mother and son having sex is something that we will have to live with for the rest of our lives. I am not sure I can do that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well with your father, it’s so unfair on him.”

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