My Love Affair with My Son Pt. 04

My son Peter fucked me over both the phone and the net several times whilst he was on his gap year travels in South America. It became an acceptable, though guilt inducing routine and it was only the lack of internet access in some of the more remote areas and his inability to be alone that stopped us doing it more often.

My sex life with my husband Richard continued to be, at best, spasmodic. It was becoming pretty obvious to me that he no longer wanted me very much and now I hardly wanted him. I realised that I was in love with Peter and could hardly wait for his next email, message or phone call. And as for his return, the mere thought of it almost gave me an orgasm. We talked at length about our future vaguely assuming that we would spend it together. 'I want us to live as man and wife,' he announced in a phone call from Montevideo that I had to google to learn it was in Uruguay.

I no longer wanted sex with my husband. I was pretty sure that he was 'playing away from home' and I was tempted to take up an offer from a young guy at the tennis club or an older more sophisticated one at the golf club. Both were too risky, though, and in any case, I wanted to remain faithful to my son! On the few occasions Richard and I had sex, it wasn't him that was making love to me. Physically it was my husband's cock in me, but emotionally it was my son's.

"You will definitely be coming to the airport tomorrow?" I said to Richard at dinner on the Friday before Peter was due to return home on the Saturday. "There won't be a sudden emergency at the firm will there?"

"Don't worry darling I have organised everything and I will be there."

Between cybering sessions, Peter and I had talked a lot about our situation. We had debated, discussed argued and cried together when I kept insisting that it had to end when he came home. I was terrified of two things. Firstly, that someone would find out and secondly of how we could possibly handle having a love affair. I had found it difficult enough when I had a brief affair a few years ago with a man I worked for and I could not imagine what it would be like trying to handle it with my son.

"Here he comes," I said excitedly as Peter and his friends came through the custom's doorway. My heart missed a beat at how gorgeous he looked. He was deeply tanned and seemed to have grown taller and broader.

He said goodbye to his friends who went off to meet their greeters and he came over to us.

"Hi dad," he said as Richard shook his hand, my husband isn't a huggy sort of man.

Peter then turned to me. His trolley with his bags was between Richard and me as I opened my arms and he slid into them.

"Welcome home darling," I said kissing him on his cheek.

"Hello mum," he said moving back and looking into my eyes before pulling me back into his arms and putting his mouth near to my ear on the side away from Richard. He whispered. "I want you so much."

It wasn't just his words that hit me and made my pulse race it was also the feel of his erection rearing up my stomach. And with that all the concerns, the conflicts, the doubts and guilt registered in my mind just as the feel of his gorgeous cock registered in my body.

We talked non-stop on the forty minutes or so drive home. I sat in the back with Peter in the passenger seat half turned so he could look at me. As he told us about his trip so his eyes were continually holding my gaze and then roaming down my body quite evidently taking in the swell of my breasts. It got to me. We smiled at each other, our gazes locked and we smouldered.

It was just same when we got home. All the time we were looking at each other, taking every opportunity to move close together and touching each other's hand or arm or back. Every time I moved when Richard was not in the room or was looking away I could feel Peter's gaze on me. I felt it on my boobs, my bottom and my pussy in the tight jeans.

True to his word Richard stayed at home. I prepared an early dinner that the three of us ate together. The afternoon had passed without incident for Peter had a snooze to combat his jet lag and there was far less flirting between us.

"I have some work I have to do so would you mind helping your mother clear up?" Richard asked as he walked away and we stared at each, longingly.

For the first time we were alone.

"Well mum?" Peter said moving close to me.

"Peter no," I stammered as I saw the look in his eye.

"Yes Jayne, yes," he sighed closing the gap between us.

"I said that we had to stop when you got home," I told him unconvincingly.

"But you didn't mean it mum," he whispered as he put his arms around me.

I put my hands on his chest preventing him pulling me against him. "I did Peter," I whimpered as I bowed my head avoiding eye contact and averting my mouth.

I felt his thumb and fingers on my chin. He lifted it and said.

"Look me in the eyes Jayne and say you don't want me."

"Oh Peter."

"Come on say it mum, say it," he went on pressing more firmly on my back and thus pulling me closer to him until our bodies were almost touching. "Come on if you don't want me say it now," he almost growled.

"Peter this is so wrong, dad's here."

"Would it be wrong if he wasn't?" he asked? He is such a clever bugger with words.

"You know what I mean."

"Yes mum I do and I am sure I know what you want as well," he said into my ear pulling me hard against him. He was fully erect and the feel of his hard-on pressing into me from my pubis to almost my navel was awesome.

"No Peter no," I groaned as he pushed his lower body forward.

"Yes mum please," he croaked as he ground himself against me. I couldn't stop myself from squirming against him. His mouth found mine.

"No Peter dad will catch us," I whispered as his lips closed on mine.

"Come on then," he said taking my hand. "Let's go upstairs where we will hear him if he leaves the study, which is unlikely until late isn't it?"

"Yes, I think he is working on a big deal in America, he's going there soon."

As Peter held my hand and led me up the stairs he said. "Story of my life mum."

"What is?"

"Dad working on a big deal and just about to go or come back from the States."

I smiled. "True. Look Peter we can't do anything with him here."

"I know mum," he replied leading me to his room and opening the door. "But we will hear him so I can kiss you can't I?" he replied pulling me hard against him once we were inside his room?

I didn't reply. There was no need for I was quickly in his arms and his mouth was on mine. We kissed for some time as my reservations and concerns slid into the background.

"Oh Jayne," he sighed as momentarily we broke the kiss only to start again almost immediately.

He pushed me back against a wall and grabbing my wrists he pulled my arms out so they were in the position of a crucifixion. That made my boobs stick out invitingly. Still holding my wrists, he pressed his hard on against me. God, it felt so good. We kissed for ages as he dry fucked me standing up.

"Anyone like a cup of tea?" we heard Richard call out from downstairs.

I jumped and Peter moved away from me.

"No thanks darling, I'm in Peter's room looking at his photos," I called out feeling as guilty as hell and incredibly worried as we hadn't heard him open the study door.

"Nor me dad thanks."

We heard Richard in the kitchen making his tea and then his footsteps as he returned to the study.

"How much longer you going to be working Richard?" I called out.

"Oh an hour or so including some calls."

"Ok we'll have a drink when you're finished then," I replied looking at Peter who was smiling broadly and holding his thumbs up.

Peter came and sat next to me on his bed. He put his arm round my shoulders. Of course, it was wrong and of course it was dangerous, but there was no way I could stop even had I wanted to, which I didn't. We kissed, deep, long and passionately. We used our tongues and we plundered the other's mouth and lips. It was lovely and so arousing. His hand found my breast. He squeezed it and rubbed it through the thin, dark blue cashmere sweater.

"Peter no."

"It's ok I'll listen carefully" he said continuing to caress my tits. I didn't have the resolve, the will, the desire or the self-control to stop him and I moaned in his ear when he pinched my nipple.

"Ok Jayne?"

"Yes darling yes."

I was wearing a white lacy, see-through bra under the sweater. His fingers were on the flesh of my upper chest. That felt good. He slid one hand round me and rather ambitiously I thought tried undoing the clasp of my bra with just that hand.

"No," I muttered grabbing his wrist. "It's too dangerous."

"It'll be fine we'll hear him coming," he insisted sliding the other around me. I shrugged it off the clasp.

"Stop it, don't be silly, he'll catch us," I whispered, wanting nothing more than for him to take my bra off. We kissed more and his hand slid inside one of the cup right onto the fullness of my breast. Sitting side by side on his bed, I felt him wiggling his fingers inside the bra.

"No," I groaned with absolutely no conviction as he found my nipple and pinched it. As I half expected he completely ignored me and eased my tit out of my bra.

"I won't take it off mum," he smiled easing the other boob out as well.

I had no resistance left. Instead, I gave into the lovely feelings and wonderful sensations my son was giving me.

"Good?" He whispered.

"Oh yes, Peter, yes," I sighed back slipping my hand inside his tee shirt and finding his nipple.

He leaned forward, pulled the sweater up, held my breast and licked across it. He kissed it and softly sucked on the flesh. He licked his way to my nipple and sucked that into his mouth. As he gently chewed it I suddenly wondered how he was now so adept at making love to a woman's breasts; I didn't remember him being so good when we masturbated each other before he left for South America! But the lovely sensations he was giving me quickly drove such minutiae from my mind. Just as I was revelling fully in having my nipples adorned by my son's mouth, I heard my husband's voice.

"How about a drink?"

I suddenly realised that he had opened the door to his study and had walked at least half way up the stairs before we heard him. I leaped up and moved behind the door to Peter's room as I heard Richard approaching. I frantically started trying to get my boobs back into my bra, but I could only get one in, the other cup was twisted. I gave up and pulled the sweater down leaving one boob out of the bra as Richard casually strolled into the room. I just about made it, but I must have looked worried, agitated and probably a little flushed.

"Hi dad," Peter said moving between me and Richard. I squeezed between them and said.

"Yes I'd love some wine, but must use the loo."

We drank a bottle of red wine with Peter and me casting furtive and lustful glances at each other behind Richard's back. We chatted and then decided to go to bed.

I had undressed to my bra and pants and Richard was in the bathroom naked when I had a strong urge to say goodnight to Peter. I slipped my bra off and pulled on a mid-thigh length, white, silk dressing gown.

"Just going to give Peter clean towels, I forgot them earlier," I called out.

"Ok fine."

Peter's room was round the back of the house well away from ours. I tapped on his door.

"Come in."

I slid inside. It was dark, but it was a bright night and the moon lit the room up. Peter was in bed covered by just a sheet.

"Thanks Jayne."

"What for?"

"Coming to see me, I need that."

"What do you mean?" I asked walking across the room so I was close to his bed.

"This," he replied pushing the sheet back. He was stunningly hard. "I was just about to do something about it. Gonna help me?"

"There isn't time, I'm supposed to be delivering you some towels."

"After this evening I can assure you mum that you won't need much time."

I smiled and sat on the bed. He pulled the lapels of my robe apart and cupped my breasts.

"Just rub it Jayne."

I did and almost immediately he groaned. "Oh yes."

I rubbed it faster. He moaned again and slightly arched his back as he squeezed my tits.

"I'm gonna cum is that ok?"

"Yes darling yes of course it is" I whispered back as I felt his cock stiffen in my hand. "Cum for me Peter, cum for mummy."

I was amazed at just how strong was his ejaculation; I had forgotten the power of young men! Several streams shot way up his chest almost reaching his chin, it was wonderful to see. The rest went all over my hand and his stomach. I leaned forward, kissed him on the mouth and whispered. "Good night darling."

I could hardly believe it. As I lie on my side facing away from Richard his hand came round and cupped my breast. It was the one I realised that his son had just been holding and earlier had been licking and sucking. God did that give me a buzz.

He pressed himself against my back and I felt his cock on my bum. With all the arousal I had experienced that evening, it felt good, very good. As he wriggled his other arm under me and cupped my other breast so he slid his hand downwards across my stomach. It was his typical move. I knew that he would play with my tits with one hand, rub my clit for a while then either, slid into me from behind or, turn me onto my back and climb on. He was very predictable.

His finger on my clit was beginning to work and I was near to an orgasm, but that was not just due to him of course, it was mainly due to his son, my baby. As I thought of Peter though, a strange thing happened. I wanted sex of course. I wanted relief from the raging arousal. I wanted an orgasm and I wanted to cum. But oddly, for a reason I couldn't understand, I didn't want Richard to fuck me. In my confused emotional state, I wanted to save myself for Peter and letting Richard have me was like being unfaithful. I had accepted now that full sex between my son and me was inevitable and I wanted him to be my next partner, not the one who had sired him and had been my lover for a quarter of a century.

I turned towards Richard. He replaced his hands on my boobs and clit and we kissed.

"Lie flat," I whispered pulling myself up into a kneeling position.

I kissed him then nibbled, licked and kissed my way down his body as I held and stroked my second cock of the evening. I licked it.

"Yes?" I whispered feeling his finger slip into me.

"Mmmmm yes," he groaned as I slid his cock into my mouth.

"Oh Jayne," he groaned sounding uncommonly like Peter had just a few moments ago when he had spurted his lot all over his chest and my hand. Richard continued fingering me, but put his other hand into my hair and pulled that a little roughly. I often wondered what he would be like if he really let himself go!

I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth and I knew he was near. Like the gentleman he is he moaned.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," and went to withdraw. I held onto him and momentarily considered letting him cum in my mouth, something he hadn't done for probably fifteen years. But I knew he would find that strange and might start asking awkward questions so I took it out. Then just as I had a few minutes earlier with Peter, I wanked him until he exploded and he dribbled some gism onto the slight paunch of his stomach and lower chest. Some difference, I thought as I dozed off!

*

The weekend dragged by in a combination of tremendous anticipation and extreme sexual arousal. It had become obvious to both of us that we would 'go all the way' and soon. The concern, the worry, the trepidation, the guilt and the indecision had all gone. On the Sunday evening when I was in bed naked with Richard I smiled when I thought 'we have masturbated them away.'

There were only a few days between that momentous photographic session and Peter's departure for Buenos Aires on the start of his South American jaunt that he came very near to cancelling. I made him reject the idea as finding a reasonable excuse for the family and his mates was impossible. I desperately didn't want him to leave me for the planned six weeks maybe stretching to two months but I could see no alternative. In the week or so between us masturbating each other for the first time after the photo session and him leaving we only had one opportunity for anything. And that was not appropriate for full sex so once again I rode to an orgasm on two or three of his lovely fingers and he shot his sperm onto my tits and then onto his own.

During the Saturday and Sunday, we were never really alone and I couldn't take towels to Peter each night. But there were moments. One afternoon when Richard mowed the lawn Peter and I kissed in my conservatory and he put his hand inside my sweat shirt. That evening, he and I cleared the dinner plates and he pulled me against him in the kitchen and squeezed my breasts.

We were sitting watching TV. I was in a track top and yoga pants, which was my lounging around gear.

"Go and take your bra off," Peter suggested when Richard was out of the room.

I refused at first, but after more persuasion I did. The top was very baggy and hid the full bareness of my boobs.

Richard took a phone call in his study.

"Come here," Peter said moving behind the half-open door. He pushed me back against the wall and we kissed. His hand went up my top and right onto my naked breasts. I grunted with both appreciation and pleasure. We did that twice more that evening.

Richard went to work late on the Monday. I was wearing a long dressing gown and had made tea and given cups to him and Peter.

"Where is he?" Peter asked as I handed him the tea in his bedroom.

"Having a shower."

He pushed his duvet back. He was naked andy erect. He looked gorgeous.

"I want you so much," he groaned in a whisper knowing that we could do nothing much. We kissed. He slid his hand inside my robe and asked. "Do you me Jayne?"

"Yes darling," I sighed back involuntarily gripping his erection through the cotton of his boxers.

"Tell me please."

"I want you Peter, I want to sleep with you," I whispered into my son's ear.

Mondays are not easy days in our household. It is not a good day to commit incest. I have a cleaning lady who works from ten to three and a gardener who is around until late afternoon.

"Why don't you go and see your friends?" I suggested.

"I want to be with you."

"Peter. Pat and Bob are here most of the day, we can't do anything."

"Oh fuck I'd forgotten."

I went to chastise him for swearing, but realised how that was rather ridiculous considering what we were planning to do.

"What time will they go?"

"Around five."

"Great, I'll be back at five to."

"Your father said he would be home early this evening; I don't know what time though. Probably sixish, but it could be any time."

We realised that sleeping together was not the simplest event to arrange. Peter went out and I got on with the ironing.

My mobile rang. It was Richard.

"Sorry darling, I have to go to Paris tonight, could you pack me a bag please? I'll have it picked up mid-afternoon."

My heart started to pound. We were going to be alone. Peter and I would be in the house all night together. That immediately aroused me. I wanted to take all my clothes off, go into my conservatory, log on and write another part of my 'novel' about a Marta Hari type spy in the American Civil War who sleeps with men and women from both the Union and Confederates. I usually do that when I want to masturbate and I badly wanted to do that right now, but I would have no need of the stimulus of writing an erotic story. The mere thought of what lie ahead would be enough. I didn't masturbate though. My helpers were there and the conservatory was too open.

My immediate reaction was to phone Peter and tell him, but I didn't. I thought He would enjoy the surprise and, in any case, I still wasn't totally sure. Having a love affair with your mother or your son can bring so many complications for both parties. I struggled through the afternoon alone.