M. Jacobs: Incest wife

"Oh, no!" she gasped, running to the window and peeking out. "It's Mike and the boys! They're pulling into the driveway!"

"But I thought you said they wouldn't be back for a long time," Joey said nervously.

"It must be later than we thought. Time flies when you're having fun, darling."

"What's gonna happen if they catch us? What's Mr. Banner gonna do?"

"We can't let that happen, Joey! Your clothes! Run down and get dressed! Hurry!"

Joey almost fell down the stairs in his rush to escape. Angela threw on a robe and followed him down. She looked out the window and saw her husband and her two sons coming up the walk.

"Out the back door, Joey! Hurry! They'll be here in a minute. Now remember, darling, not a word about this anyone. This is our little secret," she said, planting a warm kiss on the boy's lips.

"Can I come back?" he asked as he opened the back door.

"I'll call you, darling. I'm sure we'll have many more exciting afternoons together, lover."

Angela's pussy was itching unbearably, itching with desire for a hot fuck. Mike was lying next to her, fast asleep as usual and not in the least bit interested in filling her cunt with his cock. She needed a big hard prick in the worst way. It had been a week since she had seduced Joey. Mike hadn't suspected a thing, although he had asked her why she was smiling so much lately. The boys had noticed a change in their mother's mood too, but no one had any idea that she had seduced the kid down the street.

The hot fucking Joey had given her that afternoon had satisfied her for a while, but now she was going wild with lust again. It seemed that her experience with the boy had awakened desires in her that she hadn't really known before. She dreamed about Joey and the wonderful things he had done to her. She dreamed of taking his cock in her mouth and sucking it until it grew big and hard. She dreamed of spreading her silky legs for the kid and letting him sink his turgid prick into her hot cunt. She dreamed of the wild surges of pleasure that would course through her body as she came. For the past few days she had been able to think of nothing but Joey. She hadn't been able to find a safe time to call the boy over for another romp, and her eager pussy continued to smolder.

It was quite late and Angela was unable to sleep. She decided to slip out of bed and go downstairs to watch the late show. It was better to be bored by the boob tube than to lie in bed writhing in unfulfilled passion next to a husband who could offer her no relief. She slipped on a robe, slipped out of bed and glided silently down the hall to the stairs. She passed Thad's room and suddenly had the strangest feeling. Her pussy suddenly quivered and the nastiest thought passed through her head.

It suddenly occurred to her that behind that door was a young boy like the one she had seduced earlier, a young boy who could satisfy her perfectly, a young boy who could learn from her and, at the same time, do the most wonderful things to her hungry cunt. Of course the boy behind that door was her teenage son, but for some strange reason her pussy continued to quiver anyway.

Angela was ashamed of herself. She had actually stopped outside Thad's bedroom and was thinking lusty thoughts about him, about her own son. She didn't dare feel sexual desire for her son. It was depraved and taboo, and yet there she was, her pussy steaming as she thought about seducing her son. Her experience with Joey had introduced her to a new world of sexual pleasures. She had never felt as hot, never as deliciously wicked as she had with Joey. There was something about violating a taboo that made her dizzy with excitement, and nothing was more taboo than an older woman having sex with a young boy, unless the young boy happened to be her own flesh and blood.

Angela tried to stop herself, but once again she was losing her battle with her conscience. She felt her hand rising to the doorknob, turning it, pushing the door open. She had to slip into the boy's room. She would try not to do anything that she shouldn't do, but she had to at least look in on her son. She peeked in and saw that he was fast asleep. His bedroom window was open and his bed was bathed in moonlight. She silently stepped closer and stood over the sleeping young boy. He looked even more innocent than usual lying there.

Angela tried to control herself, but it was impossible. She was too hot. She reached out and gently touched Thad's forehead. Her fingers trailed down over his cheek and brushed his lips. She couldn't help imagining how her son's lips would feel pressing against the tingling bud of her clit. Thad was wearing only his pajama bottoms. His sheet was drawn up over his chest. She couldn't resist the temptation to uncover him. She slowly drew his crisp white sheet down around his waist.

The hot-assed mother trembled with excitement as she uncovered her son's sleeping body. She stood motionless for a moment or two, trying desperately to fight the urge to touch him. She felt her hand moving to his chest, felt her fingers gently moving over his soft skin from his chest down to his stomach. She dared to bend over him and plant a loving kiss on his lower stomach near the waistband of his pajamas. It wasn't enough. She had to see the rest of his body.

It had been some time since Angela had seen her son naked. She wondered how big his cock had grown, and her uncontrollable lust drove her to satisfy her curiosity. She pulled Thad's sheet down to the foot of his bed and carefully unfastened his pajamas. Her fingers trembled as she unsnapped his pajamas. She stared between her son's legs as more and more of his groin became visible. She spread his pajamas open, daring to expose his cock to her lusty gaze.

Angela's cunt was on fire, and the fire grew hotter and hotter by the second. She let her fingers run through the sparse growth of curly black pubic hair between her son's legs. She tried desperately to draw her hand away, but it was too late. She hoped she wouldn't awaken the boy. How would she explain to him what she was doing to him if he awakened? She knew how dangerous the situation was, but by now she was completely out of control.

Angela sat on the edge of her son's bed and stared at the part of him that she had exposed, stared as no woman dared stare at her own son. Her fingers tingled as she ran them around in the hair between his legs. His cock was resting against his leg. She was amazed that it had grown so long and thick. He was only a teenager and already his prick was as large as a man's. By the time he was grown up, she thought, his cock would be huge, more than big enough to satisfy any woman. His cock was already big enough to satisfy his mother.

The lusty mother wrapped her long silky fingers around the young boy's sleeping cock and lifted it away from his leg. She felt the warmth of his young cock soaking into her hand. Her belly fluttered and her cunt twitched with excitement and fear as she held her son's prick in her hand.

Angela was fascinated by Thad's youthful cock. She couldn't help wanting to see Thad's cock grow hard in her hand. She couldn't help wanting to feel it jerking and throbbing against her loving fingers. She wanted to up over his chest. She couldn't resist the temptation to uncover him. She slowly drew his crisp white sheet down around his waist.

The hot-assed mother trembled with excitement as she uncovered her son's sleeping body. She stood motionless for a moment or two, trying desperately to fight the urge to touch him. She felt her hand moving to his chest, felt her fingers gently moving over his soft skin from his chest down to his stomach. She dared to bend over him and plant a loving kiss on his lower stomach near the waistband of his pajamas. It wasn't enough. She had to see the rest of his body.