Two Weeks

"And that's the nail in the coffin, Dave! No joy for Bears fans today!"

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MONDAY:

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Rebecca flipped the French toast onto the uncooked side, enjoying the burst of cinnamon fragrance. The sizzling sounds were all that punctuated the mechanical groaning of the washer she had loaded prior. Soon, she heard footsteps racing down the stairs. Before long, Roman entered the foyer, dressed in a blue shirt and his usual boxers, already loaded with a throbbing erection.

"Good morning baby. Ooh! Is that for m.... mmmmph... mmmmm..."

The boy had wasted no time in pressing his lips to hers. His strong hands hungrily squeezed and grasped her body, while his bulge demandingly knocked at her panties through her nightie.

"I need you..." the teen rasped briefly before his tongue returned to wrestling his mother's. His hand had now moved in between her legs, and could already sense the telltale heat and moisture of her arousal.

"Ohh! Hey... wait... mmm your father... food's... gonna burn..."

The lad broke their kiss and turned her back around until she faced the pan. As she listened carefully for her husband's footsteps and turned off the heat to keep the food from burning, she felt his warm lips move from the back of her neck, to her exposed shoulders, and onto her lower back, covered by the thin fabric. Soon she heard his knees drop to the floor as she felt the hem of the nightie rise and her panties fall. She felt warm kisses up her thigh that made her shiver, before she felt her son nuzzle her vulva, sniffing deeply.

"Mmmm... fuckkk mommm... you smell so good..."

"Babyyy... wait... until... after school... ohhh fuckkk..." Rebecca groaned as her son began lashing her pussy wtih his tongue.

"We'll be quick... just a little bit..." the boy sighed between licks.

"Oh Romannn....", she moaned, her eyelids and attention towards the stairs slowly dimming despite her best efforts.

"Rebecca?" Dwight asked as he entered the empty kitchen.

There was nobody there. Even more strangely, his customary French toast was not on the table. It still sat in the pan, unusually overcooked. He grabbed a plate and slid the piece of slightly burnt toast onto the plate, poured his customary cup of maple syrup and butter, and dug in.

Rebecca sat on the washer, biting her lips trying to stay quiet. Her face and chest were flushed pink, and her pink toe nails clenched tightly on either side of her son's thrusting glutes. Her hand grasped the back of the boy's shirt as he slowly slid his morning wood in and out of her sopping snatch, bulb to balls. Increasingly attuned to fucking her son, Rebecca now squeezed her walls without warning to test the stoic teen's discipline. Although he kept back his orgasm, he couldn't help but having his eyes roll back into his head.

"Oh mommmm..." he groaned, unable to let the whine escape from his lips.

"Roman?" Dwight asked as he heard a noise from the laundry room. Only the steady churning hum of the washer replied.

"Shh!!!" Rebecca giggled, finger to her lips, as her fear rushed through her body. It was exhilarating to be this close to her cuckold. The boy had made her a fellow addict to nearly being found out, even if she couldn't rationally fathom the horrifying events that would follow.

Dwight put the dishes in the sink and soaked them. Then he gathered his things and walked towards the laundry room.

Roman now suckled on his mother's nipple to keep quiet through her torturous cock massage, using his right hand to mobilize the breast towards his lips. His other hand grasped the flab of her love handles, holding her in place as he pushed in deep.

Suddenly, the sound of the garage door opening made the couple gasp and separate from their embrace - they had lost track of time. Dwight must have been in the antechamber that connected the laundry room and the garage. To their horror, the knob to the laundry room began to turn - it did not have a lock.

Roman quickly grabbed the doorknob and pushed against the door, his strength the only thing preventing his father from seeing his son's throbbing erection bobbing in the air, shiny with his wife's precum.

"What the- is someone in there?"

Roman stared wide-eyed at Rebecca. Now practiced at infidelity, Rebecca calmly shouted over the ruckus of the washer.

"Hi sweetie - it's me."

"There you are - I was calling for you, couldn't you hear me?"

"No, sorry hon," she answered truthfully.

"Where's Roman? He's going to miss the bus."

"Umm... he must be late getting ready... I'll drop him off if he misses the bus."

"He better not - kid needs to learn some responsibility. You mother him too much, Becca. Can you open the door? I want to kiss you goodbye."

"Um... uh... sorry honey... there's just too little space with the laundry baskets, I can't open the door."

The silence that ensued seemed like an eternity. "Okay... I love you. See you tonight."

"I love you too. Have a good day at work."

Only when the closing garage door's mechanical grinding came to a stop did the couple finally relax.

"Shit. Sorry mom... guess you were right about waiting..." the teen said sheepishly as he tucked away his erection in his boxers. "I'll get ready real quick - I think I can still make the bus."

Rebecca grabbed his cock from his pants and gently tugged him back to her, her eyes piercing into his. "What do you think you're doing? Did I raise you to leave a woman hanging like this?"

Roman couldn't help but smile, "No..."

"That's right. Forgot the bus and come fill up mommy's pussy."

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TUESDAY:

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Dwight chugged the entire beer, much to Alex's amazement.

"Woah dude. You might wanna slow down."

"Fuck that - we're getting drunk tonight. Shit... so what do you think I should do man?"

"I think since you both cheated, you should just lay all the cards on the table. Like a reset? Maybe work on that baby she's been wanting?"

"You're right. I donno tho man... trust is going to be so hard to develop. I mean fuck - maybe it's crazy, but what if she's pregnant with this asshole's kid? I'll be caught dead before I raise another man's child!"

"I doubt it. I think Rebecca's confused... but she's not stupid. She knows you'll kill her if the kid doesn't look like you."

"That's true."

"Look, if you're really that worried about it ask her to take a pregnancy test. That should do it right? I mean since what I saw, from what you've told me, there's pretty much no way she's had an opportunity to cheat without you or your boy knowing. If you make amends Dwight, I'm sure she's gonna be faithful again, and you can breathe easy about any little bun you put in her oven. She's just like any woman - she just wants her man."

"Yeah."

"By the way... don't take this the wrong way, but do you think it's smart to be here with me dude? Shouldn't you be home with Rebecca?"

"Nah, don't worry. I told Roman to stay home and keep an eye on her. Like you said, he's a good lad - hell, he'll probably help me kill the motherfucker if I ever find out who he is."

"Where do you think you're going mister?"

Roman looked up from his phone and was shocked to see his mother standing at the door, completely naked. Her hand clutched the doorknob as she faced him, smiling a wicked smile.

"Mom! Woah... dad's home!"

The housewife approached him and confidently placed her hand upon his jeans, "Nope. He's getting a drink with the guys; he won't be back until late. You didn't answer my question."

"Oh... uh... I was gonna meet up with... uh... a friend..." the teen stammered as he felt his loins throb.

Rebecca used her free hand to fish out a packet of condoms from his left pocket, "Oh wow... looks like a really good friend, huh? Is her name Kelsey?"

The teen's head swam as his erection swelled to its peak, "Ye- yess..."

"Didn't we make a rule years ago that no hanging out with friends until all of your chores are done?"

"What? Chores?" Roman bemusedly tried to recall a conversation from nearly a decade ago about his household responsibilities. "Wednesdays... I already took out the trash."

"No, not the trash." Rebecca smiled widely and began to run his hands over his chest, "You forgot your most important task..."

Five minutes later, Roman did his best to send out a text with his right hand.

"HEY BABE. SRY CAN'T MAKE IT TONITE."

His phone jingled soon after, "WHAT?! :( MY PARENTS ARE GONE AGAIN! I WANT A REPEAT OF THIS WEEKEND. WE'RE GONNA MISS OUT ON A GOOD TIME."

"SRY... NEEDED TO HELP MY MOM WITH SOMETHING. RAINCHECK?"

"UGH... SUCH A MOMMAS BOY. OKAY. WELL HERES WHAT UR MISSING."

Roman's phone registered a picture of a blonde co-ed lying prone on her bed, fully naked. While the sight would have normally had the horny teenager furiously masturbating, his dong was presently receiving the massage of a lifetime in the back of his mother's throat. Throwing the phone aside, the teen groaned as his left fist clutched his mother's hair, enjoying her preparation of the simmering crop in his balls that he was charged to plant in her.

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WEDNESDAY:

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Roman gritted his teeth and roared, blinking away the sweat in his eyes as he gave it his all. His thighs and glutes ached from the effort, but he finally finished the last repetition of his squat and racked the bar.

"Good work, Jefferson! If you ever get tired of throwing the ball, we'd love to have you on defense next season."

"Haha thanks coach."

"Don't thank me... thank your momma for whatever she's feeding you. Speakin' of which, look who's watching."

Roman looked out of the glass windows of the gym to see his mother smiling and waving at him. She wore a pink sweater with a low-cut neckline that made more than one of his teammates' eyes glaze over.

"Well, there's my ride - better get going," Roman said as he picked up his gym bag.

"Yeah you better, Jefferson. Don't take this the wrong way boy, but your daddy's one hell of a lucky man."

"Oh, I know, coach," the teen smiled and winked as he shut the door behind him.

As they walked to the car, Rebecca's arms curled around her son's massive forearm. She saw Kelsey off to the side doing risque cheerleading moves, clearly hoping for Roman's attention. As she watched the girl's ploy fail, Rebecca tightened her grip on her son's arm and grinned sardonically at the teenage girl.

"I didn't know you were so strong. God knows where you get it from. I bet you could lift even me," Rebecca whispered into her son's ear, relishing one last look at the cheerleader's jealous face before leaving her behind them.

Roman laughed, "Of course, I could - you're tiny!"

"Psh... no, I'm a... lot of woman."

"Doesn't matter - bet I could do it, no problem."

"Prove it," she challenged him with a flirtatious smile as she shut the car door.

Twenty minutes later, Rebecca's back was pressed against the door to Roman's bedroom, her pink sweater now pulled up to reveal her pendulous breasts. Her legs were spread open, the back of her knees resting on her son's bulging forearms. True to his word, the lad held her up in the air on his arms, his face buried in her neck. Covered in sweat from practice and this newfound effort, his buttocks were a blur as he fucked her hard. Rebecca's right hand clutched her boy's head while the fingers of her left dug into his deltoid, and before long, her pants and squeals turned into a scream.

"I'M COMING!!!"

An intense orgasm coursed through the housewife as her pussy spasmed around its meaty guest, eventually squeezing it out. The large cock flopped downwards until it pointed at the floor, causing the maternal jus that had been soaking it to spill out the floor. As his mother shook from her orgasm, the teen felt that he had proved his point and walked her to his bed, before dropping her gently onto the mattres.

"So... s-so s-strong... ohhhhhh fuckkkk," Rebecca struggled to get the words out.

Head swimming, the teenager gave his mother only a moment's rest before before wordlessly penetrating her again. For the next thirty minutes, the football player would fully demonstrate to his mother the full extent of his virility and vigor. [he fucks her real good].

During the rising action of one of these climaxes, the couple was despondent to hear the telltale sound of a car pulling into the garage.

"Ahh... fuck..." Roman muttered as he withdrew his shiny pussy-prodder from his partner, ready to initiate their quick cleaning protocol.

Rebecca had other ideas. So close to her climax, she had no intention of letting her faithless husband get in the way of her much-needed pussy churning. She grasped the teen's shaft and pulled him back.

"No... let's finish."

"Are you sure?"

The housewife rubbed the teen's engorged gland in the entrance of her vault. As she squeezed the dong, she begged him in a voice that would have toppled a monk.

"Ohh... babbbyyy... put it back innn... pleaseeee..."

Roman wasted no time arguing and began pounding his partner hard. As he heard the garage door close, his mother's voice became shrill.

"Ohhh... I'm gonnna commmmeee... o-over... YOURR... FUCKKKKK!!!! MMMPHHHHH!!!!"

Roman's eyes rolled back into his head as his mother's orgasmic contractions squeezed and massaged his cock. Taking her cue, he grabbed another pillow and groaned into it as he emptied the contents of his balls deep inside her.

Sweaty, red, and panting, the couple slowed their rut just as they heard footsteps thundering up the stairs. Completely calm, Rebecca smiled at her son as she placed a finger to her lips.

"Rebecca? Roman? Where are you guys?" Dwight now yelled, the panic in his voice bouncing around the walls of his castle.

"In here..." Rebecca intoned casually from Roman's room as she pulled her sweater back on before attending to her skirt.

"Oh..." Dwight sighed, his voice filled with relief. "I thought you guys were gone."

"Nope, just here, dad." Roman followed his mother's lead, now dressed again in his workout jersey and shorts. He threw his sheets and comforter over the wet, sordid evidence of their recent fuck.

"Wait... what are you guys doing in there?"

"Oh... nothing. Mom was just helping me with some stuff from school."

"Oh uh... cool. Let me see!"

Roman's eyes grew wide and he looked to his mother. She smiled at him and, to his shock, walked to the door and opened it.

"Hey guys... woah... is it just me or does it smell super... funky in here? And what, did you have football practice too, Becca?" Dwight snorted, commenting on his wife's sweaty, disheveled disposition.

Rebecca masked her pure contempt for his stupid joke and laughed. Dwight smiled proudly, unaware that she was laughing more at his situation. After all, he stood a foot away from the cock that and within the room where his wife's pussy had been stuffed to the brim with jizm just minutes ago.

"Sorta - Roman was showing me some of his exercises and I was trying to follow along. It was... exhausting... but a lot of fun."

"Nice. Wanna show me some?"

Both mother and son couldn't help but chuckle. Dwight asked, befuddled, "Haha what? Am I missing the punchline?"

"No, no dad. It's just... not your thing."

"Yeah? Your old man's still got it."

Rebecca laughed again, bringing a smile to Dwight's face. Making his pretty wife laugh had always been one of his life's great pleasures, and he had grown so complacent. The moment strengthened his resolve to save his marriage. He paid no mind to her seemingly benign retort.

"Oh honey... bless your heart."

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THURSDAY:

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"Can we talk?" Dwight asked suddenly, turning to his wife. They were seated in bed with the covers on.

"What?" Rebecca asked, somewhat annoyed to snapped out of her daydream.

Dwight swallowed hard, trying not to think about the fact that her wife was almost certainly daydreaming about being balled by someone he probably didn't even know. "I... I... let's just say it out loud."

"Say what out loud?"

"That... that... that we're both being unfaithful!"

Dwight was slightly surprised to see his wife completely unshaken. The mask of anger that she then adorned, however, was more expected.

"Oh, that. Well... what DO you want to talk about? Maybe we should talk about Megan? Hmmm?!"

Dwight blushed, his face hot. "Well... uh... well uh what about the guy you were fucking behind the library?!"

"What about that guy?"

"Who is he?!"

"Nobody. Why does it matter? The point is I was unfaithful. Just following your lead there."

"Wha?! I!" Dwight had to pause, before reconsidering his moral high ground. "So it's nothing serious?"

"Why do you care?"

"Why do I care?!" an exasperated Dwight asked rhetorically. "I love you baby! You're my wife! We're married."

"What's the point of a marriage if it can't even make a baby?"

"That's not fair! W-W... We don't know why it isn't working! It's been years, Rebecca!"

"You're the one that never got tested! And you don't even try anymore!"

"I... I..." Dwight sighed, knowing that he had no good response. He grasped her hand and looked into her eyes "You're right. No more excuses. But... I can."

"What?" Rebecca asked, her eyebrow raising.

"Becca - I love you. I.... I want to change. Let's go back to how it was. No more cheating. And... yes.. let's try more."

Rebecca broke down in tears.

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FRIDAY:

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Dwight took a swig of the bitter swill that passed for coffee as he rushed to finish the report. He heard the door knock.

"Come in!" he said, irritated at being distracted.

The wreath-covered door opened, revealing a pretty red-head dressed in a tight red sweater. She reminded him of a younger Rebecca, although she didn't come close to his wife's voluptuousness.

"Hey, Megan."

"Hey Mr. Jefferson. Since the retreat was cancelled for this weekend, a couple of us were going for drinks... did you want to come?" Megan smiled, batting her eyelashes at the man who had probably bought her a grand's worth of drinks.

"No... uh... sorry... I... I'm taking my wife out to dinner tonight."

"Oh, I see..." the redhead scowled. "Anything I can help you with, Mr. Jefferson?"

"Uh... no that's all. Have a good night," he smiled awkwardly as the redhead turned around and slammed the door.

Part of Dwight cursed at himself. Megan had been a revelation after the blows of middle age. But tight pussy was no replacement for family. He had involved his son in his deceptions. Worst of all, his wife was a loving, gorgeous woman, and he nearly lost her in the process. He had failed as a husband. He had failed as a father.

But fortunately, there was still time to right things. After a tough pillow talk with his wife, she had agreed to a reconciliation. Even more surprisingly, she had agreed to take a pregnancy test - the last thing he wanted was to raise another man's child.

Thus, even with his life in crisis, Dwight smiled as he grasped this last thread of hope. He returned to the report, eager to finish so he could be home with his family.

Meanwhile, Dwight's family was in no such hurry. Since about thirty seconds after he left for the morning, the front door had been locked and double bolted. Upstairs, the door to the master bedroom was wide open. On the floor, lay scattered the boxers and panties that his son and wife had slept in. They had shucked them in the morning while Rebecca called the school to check her son out for the day. It had definitely been worth the trouble.

"Yessssss!!! Come in meeeee!!!" Rebecca growled, her head making deep dents in the same pillow she had laid on when she and her hubby had their supposed reconciliation the night prior. She'd made sure her son's naked ass had sat on her husband's while she worshipped his penis and let him fuck her throat.