Rumbles in The Jungle

She then walked into the kitchen with the cups, and John got up to follow her. Quickly, Max switched to the other camera and followed the pair into the kitchen, where he saw his wife standing at the sink drinking water. John came up behind her and Max drew breath through his gritted teeth as John approached his wife's backside, placing his hands on her curvy cheeks.

She pushed back against him as if trying to get him to stop, but when he ran his hands up her back and massaged her shoulders, his crotch dug into her shapely bum and she threw her head back against him.

"Bastard," Max breathed as John's hand travelled down the length of her body, over the curve where her hip flared out, and travelled down her front. Although the camera couldn't see, it was clear from the reaction of Amanda's body that John was either rubbing her clitoris or fingering her pussy.

As the footage continued, Amanda stretched behind her and started kissing John. She spun to face him and put her hands to her face and kicked him away to arms length with her right foot.

Max was rooting for his wife, for his marriage and himself, for his wife to hold her resolve. But then she lowered her hands, reached to the hem of her black dress and raised it up above her hips, she pulled John in by the shirt collar to kiss him. The burley builder's rugged hands opened his flies as Amanda turned again and lowered her panties.

"NO!" Max shouted loudly at the screen as John stood at Max's wife's behind. And as he held a right hand on Amanda's hip, lined his cock up with her cunt and pressed forward, Max's marriage was over with one thrust.

Hearing Max shouting, Amanda had came downstairs to see what the commotion was about. She opened the kitchen door to see her husband, with his laptop on the breakfast bar, and as she silently edged closer to the display on the screen it became evident to her horrified gaze, she had been caught.

Immediately she started to apologise and tell him it wasn't what it looked like, but it immediately seemed pretty clear to him that It was exactly what it looked like. Excuse after excuse was used to justify the betrayal and abuse of trust that he had just witnessed. She cried, as did he, and where there was maybe a smattering of regret on her part, he was evident that it was for being caught, and not for the actual act.

Max needed to get out of there, but having absolutely nowhere to go in the world, he just drove. He drove to his old house and sat outside, like a weirdo. Life was more simple back then when he lived here, Mum And Dad made everything okay. He looked at the small garden in which he used to play football as a boy, thinking it was something the size of Wembley back then. Then his thoughts quickly drifted towards his new mum, his biological mum, the sudden urge to see her and to feel her close to him, was all conquering.

He looked at the clock on the dashboard of the car and saw that it was 10:36pm. Doing the simple mathematics, he realised that it would be about 4:36pm with his mother and decided to phone. As WhatsApp dialled, he questioned why he was actually calling her, as there was nothing his mother could do from there, but it would be just so amazing to hear her voice. He had hardly spoken to her this week as he was so busy with work. He couldn't help but see the irony that the work that cost him his marriage, was now in danger of costing him his relationship with his mother as well.

The phone crackled as the dialling tone stopped and the croaking voice said hello. She sounded different, less chipper than she normally did, whenever she heard his voice. He immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

She went on to tell him that about 2 weeks ago she had spoken to Ethan about going to visit Max and Amanda. Ethan had not taken the news well, spitting at her with a vile torrent of words how he didn't understand, having already got rid of Max once because she didn't want him, why invite him back into their lives, ruining it once again. At Emily's request, Ethan had packed his bags the next morning and left.

Max asked her how she was doing, as he was fully aware that their way of life had some back, breaking tasks on a daily basis, some tasks that his mother simply would not be able to do.

"Oh I'm absolutely fine, don't worry about me," she attempted to regain her usual footing and her normal chirpiness on the phone, but he wasn't having a bar of it.

"You sound worried, what's on your mind?" the son did not take her answer as gospel and asked.

"Oh son, we still needed to fix the roof, and I hurt my back while lifting the water tank the other day too. It's just going to take a little more time now that I don't have the brawn of Ethan to help me.

Without thinking or even taking a breath, Max said, "I'll come and help."

"What about Amanda, would she come?" Emily replied, immediately more upbeat.

"No, erm....." Max hesitated, cleared his throat before continuing, "I just caught her cheating on me, Mum."

The words he said had various effects. At the same time as he said those words for the first time, he also thought, "Shit. I called her Mum again," before realising it was OK.

On the other end of the phone, Emily was having a similar reaction as a warmth swept through her heart at hearing the word Mum, and also a sudden sense of sadness for her son.

"Oh love, I'm so sorry. I wish I could hold you right now," she said as the words gave him a virtual hug through the Bluetooth in the car.

The two talked through what seemed like hours but was probably 45 minutes. Emily seemed happy now she had spoken with her son and she realised she hadn't stopped smiling for the past 15 minutes, as the conversation had began to get lighter.

She told him that he was welcome anytime at all, and he replied, "I'll set off tomorrow," to chuckles and laughs from Emily. Max told her he would see when he could book time off work and she replied, "I'll be here waiting," as they wished each other goodnight and exchanged warm declarations of love.

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2 Weeks Later

Emily loved the rainy season, it had been her main reason four moving here when she fled her pedestrian life. As she stood as usual on her balcony, watching the tempest rage in what was now the rainy season. She gazed in wonder at the trees blowing and the forks of lightening cutting through the angry sky, as if cast from a cartoon superhero. She never lost that feeling of awe as nature truly was in control here, showing humanity who the boss is, and always will be.

Not only did the storm help wash away Emily's woes, but it would also quite often lead to a chemical reaction, not generally linked to a lightning storm. This night was no exception, as the wind had its way with everything in its path and the spears of light probed the night sky, just moonlit enough to illuminate as far as the eye could see. The terrain was not the only area getting wet.

For Emily, the powerful phenomena had such a superb effect on her senses that she and Ethan would often stand on this very spot, and with each crash of rolling thunder, Ethan would time his thrusts inside her as they fucked, naked and soaking in the rain.

Now, 2 weeks after that phonecall with Max, standing alone as her son slept in the room just beside hers and blocked from view by the wall of the building, she couldn't be happier as those years of hurt and not knowing where he is, were gone.

Now she processed those other feelings she was having. That fluttering heart when he hugged her, the tingling sensations on her nipples when she always seemed to catch him looking down her top, and of course, watching him flex and tighten his manly muscles when he helped her fix the roof.

As the storm continued, a dainty hand slid down underneath her top and in between her panties and her skin, where she found another raging monsoon. Leaning on the bamboo railing that she had been pounded and probed whilst lain over, many times, she leaned a left elbow on the rain soaked surface as she delved into her moist folds and began to strum and stroke.

A lighting bolt hit relatively close and she hooked her finger to flick her clit, sending her head backwards with a grunt, as the well developed storm outside became secondary to the lightning bolts now flashing through her body.

"Mum," she almost swore she heard someone say, as her hand went into her tank top to heft a motherly breast and play with her nipple with her free, left hand, as she leaned her upper chest on the rail.

"Mum," there it is was again only this time it was clearly her son. Quickly removing her fingers and hands from any inappropriate places, Emily turned around to see Max, standing just inside the shade of the building's roof at the door on the other end of the balcony. "What are you doing? You're soaking wet," he shouted, stating a fact unbeknownst to him.

"My favourite thing, watching the storm," she shouted back. "Come join me," she held out her left hand to him, taking care not to offer him the one coated in pussy juice.

"I'll get soaked," her son protested, gesturing out to the relentless rain.

"You can dry off. Sure you're only wearing shorts," she shot back, gesturing with her hand again for Max to come and join her.

He tentatively ventured out further into the rain, to the edge of the balcony and already soaked as Emily smiled a contented, happy smile and offered him a hug, that he quickly accepted. They held each other, arms locked up each other's backs as they looked out, side on, with Emily's body pressed to his, gazing out to this awesome view.

Max looked at his mother, with her straw coloured hair now darkened and stuck to her head. Her face was awash with rainwater that seemed to make her green eyes shimmer, and lips look soft, luscious, and undeniably kissable.

The soaking wet, pink tank top she wore did nothing to disguise the shape of her body within as it stuck to every curve as if painted on, unrestrained by underwire or even material as her true form flowed down between them.

Catching him starting out of the corner of her eye, Emily turned her face to Max. She didn't dare speak, scared in case she said something really stupid. She was aware it was one thing to have a cheeky look down your mother's top, but the things flying around her head had the potential to end the amazing relationship she had just rediscovered with her son.

She looked up at him, into the eyes that she had given him all those years ago and smiled. Neither of them spoke as the weather crashed and howled around them. Max had never seen anything as beautiful in his life, the strongest woman he would ever know was in his arms, and as the rain cascaded down her face, he wasn't sure if it was all rainwater, or if those were tears trailing down the face also.

He took a chance and brought his hands up to the sides of her face, holding her at the cheeks, and brushing his thumbs down where he had identified tears and wiped across and down, then back up her face. He mused how it would be so easy to pull her in and kiss those shiny, trembling, rain-soaked lips. Too easy for such a difficult, chasm of a decision to jump.

Suddenly, they heard a whooshing of wind as a rogue gust appeared to find its way straight up the clearing in the forest to the front of the building. The gust was so strong it had blown them backwards, away from the bamboo railing. Max grabbed onto the tightly secured, thick cane of bamboo and secured his mother tight against him, as the howling wind and stinging rain intensified, battering the front of the building. He turned them around, so his back was to the wind, and her face was buried in his neck until the unusually powerful gusts changed direction.

Such was the swiftness of his actions that he had taken Emily in his strong embrace, he had momentarily lifted her right off her feet. In doing so, she had ridden up his body, and when he had set her back down to terra firma, hugging her tightly, her breasts had remained sandwiched up and in between their two sodden bodies. He looked in her doe eyes as she glared back up before, unfortunately, male instinct interrupted. Her tank top had become trapped between them too, stretched in a downward 'V' to reveal a vast valley of cleavage as her fleshy bosom pressed between them. Realising he would undoubtedly be caught, he sheepishly looked back up to see her warm, nervous face looking back and he almost immediately noted that the erection he now sported must be digging into her lower stomach.

"We should go inside," she held his gaze and breathed, as Max broke off the hold. She held out a hand, forgetting what she had did with this particular hand just minutes ago until Max had grasped it tightly. Quickly attempting to pull her hand away, Emily found restraint from her son. Just inside the shelter of the roof of the building, he turned, didn't speak, but lifted her hand to his lips and gently kissed her fingers. Emily's eyes bugged out of her head as her son kissed what he must have known where her Vaginal juices. Had he been standing watching?

They re-entered the building and closed the door, still not saying anything to each other. She took his hand again and led him down the hallway, past the living room and the door to the spare bedroom to the door that led to the room beside it. To Emily's bedroom.

You could almost hear both of their heart rates over the softening storm outside, as she closed the door behind them. She reached up into her wardrobe and handed him a towel, before she turned her back to him, crossed her arms over her body and lifted her tank top off. There was no bra to hinder her rolling skin, both tanned and beaten by rain in the unique local climate. She towelled her front dry, although all he could see was the movement of her arms and the flexing of her fluid like shoulders. Then she towelled her back, and Max hardened even more at the thought of her tits, dancing about just feet away.

As Emily lowered her rain soaked panties off, Max took a few tentative steps forward then stopped, as at the same time Emily ceased drying her body.

"I can feel you looking at me," She almost moaned in her lowest register of voice, as she clutched the towel to her breasts.

"Sorry," he replied, ashamed of himself, and hardly able to speak.

Emily turned, holding the towel to cover her front, and stared unapologetically back at her son as they both stood there, wearing nothing but flimsy covering on his bottom half, and a towel covering Emily's modesty. For several seconds she held his eyes with hers before, slowly, she dropped the towel to the floor, revealing her bare breasts and tight little pussy that was capped with a small tuft of hair, to her adult son.

The movement wasn't fast, but pointed. Emily edged onto the bed as, wordlessly, Max followed her as if instinctively knowing what to do. She sat up against the head of the bed and placed a pillow on her lap and patted the space beside her as Max gave her a puzzled look. "I don't want to get your bed wet," he said, pulling at the elastic of his still dripping shorts, now cold against his skin.

"Take them off," she said in that low, sultry voice and Max lowered his shorts to the floor to an audible gasp from Emily, now salivating at her son's thick, long appendage.

Looking at the naked body on the bed before him, Max scanned her from top to toe then back up again. She wasn't muscly, but well toned and there was no fat to be seen except for the 2 medium sized melon shaped breasts, sitting on her chest. They were not pert, almost 7 years of not wearing a bra, and birthing 2 children had taken its toll too, but she was perfect in Max's eyes as he zoomed in on her nipples. They were puffy and sitting like 2 ripe strawberries at a sort of, "twenty to four," position.

He realised he was still staring, when Emily again patted the bed beside her naked backside. "Lay across me," she said and he got into position, lain across her and she clutched him to her.

"What are we doing?" Max dared to breathe.

"Something I've wanted to do for what feels like my entire life." With that she shifted her body, moved him slightly forward to reach for her right breast, lay his head back down to rest Against her, and fed him her swollen teat.

Max instinctively latched on tight, hearing a moan from Emily as milk began to flow from the 36 year old woman's breast. Max reached a hand up and clamped it around the source of his late night nourishment. Emily, meanwhile, stroked his face and caressed him with both hands as something she had dreamt about finally happened. She was mesmerised, aroused, and so very happy.

Then he suckled on her other breast, sitting up and with more vigour, sucked the rubbery nub much harder. Emily now moaned with almost every suck as the mood moved away from maternal.

Emily reached between their bodies and grasped her son's hard cock. Immediately he unlatched her breast and looked at her with surprise, as the atmosphere was as pungent as the humid heat, times 100.

She froze like a rabbit in the headlights, as if having been caught being naughty and stared at him with a long, pregnant pause. Then he kissed her.

He moved around until he was straddling her thighs, looking down into her cleavage that trapped his throbbing penis as she stared back up with her head tilted slightly back. Their lips made contact again, they both released the breaths that they mutually held as Max's hands found her hair. Emily held Max by the waist, rubbing his back and up his chest as their bodies separated.

Then she pushed him off of her and shimmied down on the bed. She reached out to take his hand as she slowly opened her legs for him, pulling him in to welcome him between her natural cradle until his purple, uncut cock head nudged against her shaven pussy's door.

Emily jerked and Max pulled back, thinking that they had reached their ceiling. He searched those gorgeous, green eyes and down between their bodies, to where he had just retreated from. Simultaneously, Emily pulled him down to kiss her hungry mouth, and with her other hand she pulled his penis back and forth, then welcomed him back into her body.

As his hips descended Max made a noise, "Ffff-AH," like when you burn yourself by accident, as his phallus parted her flowering folds. Emily grabbed his head with her hands and nodded her head, 'Yes,' as her son descended her depths and then they kissed again.

Gently, Max thrummed inside, withdrew then pressed in again, all the while sharing gentle, but hungry kisses. Emily would not be fucked tonight, but making love was definitely in progress

Emily moaned and whimpered into Max's mouth, exhaling several breaths down his throat as both tongues, and genitals mingled. Max was now so deep that she thought he was trying to get back into her womb, as Max fought off that tingling feeling.

Emily was feeling a building of sensations of her own, she could hear her own pussy now, squelching with every impalement before she squeezed as he drew back out. Max began to increase his pace and she raised her knees some more. With feet now dangling freely in the air her climax started to hit. Building and building with every deep thrust, her walls started to reverberate around his now pulsating cock, as Max held on at the ragged edge.

"I'm going to cum," he fired a warning but all he felt was her heels on his hips, as Emily had reached a decision. Panting and moaning, bucking and writhing beneath Max's prone body, her walls clamped, surrounding him in a velvet, wet warmth as a molten hot glove like tightness surrounded his member.

As Emily squirted juices out onto the bed, she held onto her son for dear life and rolled her eyes up in her head. Max collapsed, spasmed and shot rope after rope of sperm into where he had came from. He gulped and gasped as the after shocks lasted seemingly another few minutes until he lay down, turned his head and rested at his young mother's bosom. Back where he belonged.