Caught in the Rain Part 3

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Mom and I had been lovers for about six weeks and every day we were together, our desire and passion for each other grew.

We went to the gym together on days when I didn’t go to school or work at Dad’s business. It seemed like sex on those days was off the charts! Our hormones were already raging from a great workout and the sweat from our bodies mingled with the other fluids that poured out of us.Â

Dirty sex is definitely the best sex.

And where we had it was anybody’s guess; at home when we had the house to ourselves, in my car, even back at Ritter’s barn, where it all began.Â

We were insatiable for each other.

Mom competed in a fitness contest in a neighboring state, and when Dad indicated that he didn’t want to go, I gladly volunteered to be her assistant.

We spent an entire weekend acting as a couple, and the after party was especially memorable since Mom placed third in her division.

It wasn’t just the sex either. I started calling Mom by her first name, Beth, when we were together. She had someone that appreciated what she did and supported her in her fitness contests. We would travel to neighboring towns to avoid detection and held hands like other couples did.Â

The hardest part was trying to maintain the normalcy at home. We would invent things to argue over just so it would look like a Mother/Son argument. Then, when all suspicions were erased, we’d have a quickie in the garage while Mom was doing laundry or a fast blowjob when she helped me take out the garbage.

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I worked for my Dad two to three days a week learning the business. Sometimes I worked with the men doing the construction, and sometimes I would work in the office learning the administrative side of things. I began to see my Dad in a different light after Mom and I became lovers.Â

He looked tired, worried too much about the business, and badgered the men too hard and worked too much.

One day while I was working in the office, Dad left to do a site plane on a new development. I was in the office doing some ordering when I heard a voice from the door way.

“Where’s your father?”

I looked up to see my beautiful mother, wearing a light blue sun dress and holding a picnic basket standing in the doorway.

“Hey Mom!”Â

I had to keep up the pretenses in the presence of our secretary.

“He’s doing a site plan. Should be back in a couple of hours.”

“Shoot! I brought some food for my two men.”

“I’ll have seconds.” I said, as I rose form my desk and walked over to give her a hug.

I released her from my embrace and poked my head out into the outer office where our secretary sat.

“Daphne, you can take lunch now. Come back at 1:30.”

“Thanks Jeff. See you in a couple.”

As Daphne drove off, I turned from the window that I had been looking out of and went to my mother.

“Hey Baby, I just lost my appetite.”

I pulled her to me and our mouths met as they always did; hungry for each other’s.

“God I hate being away from you.” She mumbled as she undid the button to my jeans.

I pawed at the spaghetti straps of her dress with one hand in an effort to free her tits for my mouth. My other hand snaked up under her skirt to begin the task of removing her panties. My lust for her was almost carnivorous.

“Sorry for the absence Beth.” I panted between kisses. “Can I make it up to you?”

“Make love to me, make love to me, and make love to ME SOME MORE!”

My jeans and boxers were down to my ankles in a nano second and she had my tee shirt pulled up and over my head so fast, I don’t remember taking my mouth off of hers.

She started stroking my already hardened cock and before I could say please, she was on her knees with my dick in her mouth.

It’s difficult to describe what my mother is able to do with her mouth, but her mouth and tongue seem to work independently from one another. Her fingers gently caress my balls as if coaxing the contents out of them. The goal is to keep from coming the second she starts, because her ability to get me off is a guarantee.

Within minutes, I was blasting a load of cream down her throat, which she hungrily gulped down, moaning, her new craving satisfied. Â

I pulled her up and pushed her onto the desk behind her. I knelt down between her legs. She placed them over my shoulders and pulled my head into her crotch.Â

No problem, I was headed that way anyway.

I ground my mouth down onto her sexy hairless snatch as she let out a moan that was loud enough to wake the dead.Â

It didn’t matter since no one was around to hear us.

I lashed at her pussy and dragged my tongue up from her asshole to her clit and back again. I was in heaven.

“I love eating your pussy Baby!” I slurped out the words like a china man eating noodles.

“No one makes me feel like you do Jeff! Nooo oonnnee! I can’t stop cummiiinnnnggg!!! Â

I didn’t waste anytime after her orgasm started as I quickly stood up, grabbed my aching cock and pressed into her soaking vagina.

“Yyyyeeesssssssss!” she hissed at me.

She yelped in surprise as I picked her up, supporting her weight with my hands under her brick hard ass cheeks. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as I penguin walked, my jeans still around my ankles, over to a huge leather couch we had in the office. We couldn’t stop kissing each other.Â

I fell back onto it in a sitting position with Mom on top of me. She unwrapped her legs and placed them behind her, straddling me in a kneeling position.

“I am gonna ride you cowboy until there is no more come left in you!” she whispered in my ear.

We kept our eyes fixed on each other’s the entire time as Mom slowly pistoned herself on top of me. I cupped her ass to help her and lowered my head to take first one, then the other of her nipples into my mouth. I could feel every pleasurable inch of Mom’s vaginal walls traveling along my dick.

Gradually, the tempo increased. And with it, our breathing became faster and our moans became louder.

“I want….! Allll of ittttttt!”

All,   of,  what?Â

She was gritting her teeth as she concentrated on my eyes.

“ALL!”

“OF!”

“YOUR!”

“CUM!”
“IN MEEEEEEEE Ohhhhhhh Shitttt!!!!

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She tensed at the top of her stroke and then slammed down onto my cock.

I had gone cross-eyed trying to hold it in as long as I could, and I let loose with both barrels, pumping her full of my seed.

“YES BABEEEE YES!!!” she moaned, as she held on to my neck like it was a life preserver.

As my own orgasm faded away, we sat there for a moment just holding each other.

Suddenly, I could make out what sounded like sobbing coming from my mother. I pulled her head away from me to look into her eyes. Sure enough, she was crying.

“What’s wrong Beth?”

“First, I’ve fallen in love with you, my own son,” she sniffed. And now I’m carrying his child.”

She was looking at me as she said that, I think gauging my reaction.

“Are you kidding me?”

“I’ve been waking up nauseous the last week. So this morning I used a pregnancy test and it was positive.”

I was speechless. Part of me was ecstatic about the fact I had made the woman of my dreams pregnant. As much as my mother had fallen in love with me, I too had fallen deeply in love with her. On the other hand, I was sure Dad would kill us both when he found out.

“Wow! I just assumed you were on birth control Mom. Dad’s gonna kill us!”

“Your father and I have been having problems for months. We both decided that having another child might help our marriage. I quit using protection before you and I started our affair.”

“So Dad will think the baby is his then. What’s the problem?” I pulled her to me in a loving kiss, letting her know I was happy with the news.

Mom let out a long sigh. “The problem is, I haven’t had sex with your father in weeks. He’s having some problems in that area.”

“You better figure out a way to have sex with him then,” I said. “Viagra or something!”

“I don’t want to have sex with anyone but you Jeff. Doesn’t it upset you that I have to have sex with another man?”

“We’re not in the most usual of relationships Mom.” I said flatly. “Of course I’m upset. I don’t ever want another man to touch you but me, but we don’t have a choice.”

As we sat there still coupled, the office phone rang. In one move, I swiveled Mom off of me onto the couch, stood up, shuffled over to the desk and answered the phone.

I listened to the other end as I stared at my beautiful mother sitting on the couch. A wave of fear overwhelmed me.

“My mom is here now. We’ll be there in ten minutes.”

I hung up the phone and reached down to pull up my pants.

“That was the worksite. Dad passed out and called an ambulance to take him to the hospital.”

Mom’s face went white. “Oh my God!”

We quickly cleaned up and made it to the emergency room in less than 10 minutes.

After we checked in, a nurse came out of the ER and escorted us to a private waiting room, telling us a doctor would be with us shortly.

Both of us were silent; both from shock and guilt. Before we had a chance to talk, the doctor walked into the room. Mom was sitting on a couch and I was standing.

He looked at Mom. “Missus Brooks?”

“Yes. And this is Jeff, our son.”

I’m Doctor Buck. Your husband Roger has had an MI, a heart attack.”

Mom bit her lip in anguish. I walked over to her and placed my hand on her shoulder.

The doctor proceeded to tell us that Dad had suffered a massive heart attack and was currently on life support. He was unable to breathe on his own and his heart was severely damaged.

We stayed in the hospital as Dad was transferred to ICU. Two days later he suffered a stroke and died.

Writing this story can’t begin to tell the reader the amount of guilt both my mother and I had, even though prior to his death, we both wanted to be with each other.

Mom was inconsolable at the funeral, and we barely spoke to each other for several days afterwards.

Then, one night, I awoke to the sensation of a wet mouth hungrily sucking on my growing cock. Looking down, I recognized the flaxen hair of my beautiful mother and reached down to run my fingers through it.

Realizing I was awake, she stopped her ministrations and looked up at me.Â

“I need you Jeff! I need you to be my man!”

I pulled her up to me and we embraced in a long, slow, passionate kiss.

“How long do you want me to be your man?”

“Forever.”

We spent the rest of that night making love to each other, and making plans for our future.

I took over the business and ran it better than my Dad ever did.

My sister moved to California and became quite open with her sexual preferences.

Mom gave birth to a handsome son, our son. Nobody thought it odd that I continued to live at home, since I was now head of the household and my “brother” needed a father figure.

We ended up selling the business and I started a new company in another state. My mother and I married and produced another son. Years later, we are still happily married, and the sex is as fantastic as the first time.  Â