Happy New Year! The story will still have a very slow update. Hope you had a good year and will have a more amazing 2024.
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He went right for her shorts. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but Mom was uncomfortable. Her body was tense and her breathing was accelerated. James was touching her pussy through her shorts, or so I thought. He pressed himself against Mom, her breasts squeezing against him and his hands becoming more tense. He moved them up and down. Mom was a little embarrassed, but she didn’t say much.
“There, there, I need to ensure everything’s okay,” James whispered. Mom’s breathing quickened. Her eyes were closed and her body was shaking.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I can’t help it.”
“It’s okay, just relax, I need to make sure everything is okay.”
James kept whispering and rubbing her pussy. Mom’s body was tense and her breathing accelerated. “Take off the top too, let’s do the breast exam while we’re at it,” James said, pushing his hand deep inside her, Mom yelped and covered her mouth with her hand.
She did not move and I could see the pain on her face. But she didn’t fight it. She didn’t try to stop him. She just let him do what he wanted. He took her hand and pushed it down. Then Mom began to remove her top, and little by little I could see her delicious white skin coming into view, those supple and soft bags of flesh that I had once feasted on.
Mom took off her top, as usual, the bra wasn’t there. The pink nipples, hard as pebbles, looked like the cherry on a huge white cake. A delicious cake filled with cream that I could eat all my life. Unfortunately, the hands that were squeezing those melons weren’t mine. James used the hand he was busy with down and squeezed her tits. As hard as he could. His fingers were wet, probably from being inside her.
Mom’s body reacted. Her body jerked and her breathing quickened. Her hands were clenched over her mouth. She tried to keep quiet, but it was hard. She moaned. It was a moan that sounded like a groan. James continued to massage her breasts. He kept pressing his fingers into her flesh. Mom’s body shook.
James leaned over and whispered something in Mom’s ear. Mom didn’t answer. James repeated himself. Mom’s eyes opened wide and she looked at him.
“James, no,” she said.
“Yes, Susan,”
“I, uh, don’t think it’s necessary, at least not here.”
“Yes, it is, if we don’t control it regularly, it will spread like wildfire.”
“No, I’m fine, the treatment is working, the virus won’t spread,”
“I’m a doctor’s son, and my dad taught me a lot, and he’s a specialist in this field, it’s dangerous.”
“But,”
“It’s your son and husband, you have to be careful, what will happen if they catch the virus, the cure won’t work, we have to take extreme measures,” James whispered.
“But honey, no, no, please, it’s not right, not here,” Mom shook her head.
“If you don’t want your family to get infected, you have to,” James said.
Mom pleaded, but James was not listening. He pulled out his cell phone and showed her something. Mom looked at the phone and her eyes went wide.
“This is not possible,” she said.
“Okay, if it’s that important.” Mom hesitated and agreed at the end, looks like the photo or something in James’ phone was very serious.
“What happened Mom, what do you have to do?” I asked,
“Susan has to do a treatment that my dad suggested but she’s embarrassed to do it in front of you, why don’t you take her hand while I do it?” James replied instead of Mom, I was happy to help her if there was anything I could do, so like a stupid idiot I took her hand and just grabbed it, “Don’t worry Mom, I’m here,”
“Oh, honey, thank you so much for helping your poor mama,” Mom said,
I don’t know what I was expecting, but James grabbed her by the waist and made her sit on his lap in one fell swoop. Mom’s breasts were wiggling in a way that defied physics, and worst of all, they were right in front of James’ FACE.
Without wasting any time, he grabbed her around the waist and started to make her rub herself on his lap. I could still see down through the crumpled blanket, but James’ face buried between her soft tits was enough to make me jealous and a little angry.
While one of her hands was in mine, James was busy licking all over her chest.
“Mmmmh,” Mom moaned, the pleasure undeniable, even though she was doing it out of concern for her family.
I could feel her fingers tightening around mine, her pussy rubbing against his pants creating friction and the sensation must be amazing, and worst of all, I could feel the moisture. Her juices were flowing and I could feel it seeping through his pants.
It was an incredible sight. Even though I could not see much happening, after a few minutes the anger took over my horny side and I decided to leave.
As I walked up the stairs, the light from the TV made the taboo couple look more and more erotic. Mom’s back, drenched in sweat, her breasts hiding James’ face and any smug expression he might be wearing right now. I was just disappointed, in myself, in Mom and her gullible nature that I used to adore.
You know what the worst part was? She didn’t even stop to look at me.
James praised himself for thinking ahead; the photo he showed Susan was nothing more than a mutilated corpse of a woman. He knew that if he showed this as a consequence of not doing the treatment, then Susan would surely agree to whatever weird thing he suggested.
But now, as she writhed off her cock and her juices flowed down his thighs, the plump pussy was getting harder and harder to resist. yes, he was NAKED waste down. I bet Ron didn’t know that. Susan’s shorts were tossed as soon as Ron left, and her pussy was rubbing against him with the wet, sloppy friction he had come to enjoy over the past few days.
Her breasts jiggled as always and were a perfect toy for a pervert like James, honestly it was hard to believe how a woman could stay so sexy even after giving birth to a bitch like her son.
But the one thing James did enjoy these days was looking at her wedding ring. James couldn’t imagine leaving a woman like that at home without any protection.
The poor bastard of a husband working hard somewhere while a brat like him enjoys his naive and innocent wife. It would be months before he came home, and by then James would have used her holes more than he ever did in his whole marriage with his busty, dumb wife.
“Ugh,” Susan moaned, her back arching and her tits bouncing.
Her body was so responsive.
After an intense grinding session of at least an hour, her legs were shaking and her juices were pouring out of her pussy. She collapsed onto James’ chest, her tits spilling over and covering him.
James held her tight. He loved the feel of her body. He loved the way it felt against him. Her body was warm and soft.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “I’m sorry, I can’t control myself. I don’t know why it happens But I feel wierd down there” Looks like the concept of organsm wasn’t all that clear to Susan.
“Don’t worry about it,” James said.
Susan’s pussy was wet and swollen. She was still breathing hard. Her juices flowed freely and covered James’ legs.
“Thank you for doing this sweetie, I’m grateful for helping me and my family,” she said.
“Anything for you Susan, after all you are the mother of my best friend,” he smiled,
“But don’t you think this is a little… inappropriate?” she asked. She might be stupid, but even she knew that things were getting a little weird. A little suspicious, you might say.
“Why would it be? My father was a doctor. He told me to always take care of people in need. They are in need. And the treatment has to be done every day. You are doing your family a favor,” he said.
Susan’s breath caught and she was silent for a while. James could feel her breasts rise and fall against his chest. He said he could stay like this for the rest of his life. This woman was intoxicating. Just then he looked at the family portrait sitting next to the TV, the credits were rolling for the movie they were watching, or Ron was watching.
Susan was standing there with an equally beautiful girl. She looked almost like a carbon copy of her mother, but with breasts oddly large for her frame. She must be in high school. James wondered if she was home, would the daughter be as stupid as her mother? Well, time will tell,
“Let’s go to the bedroom, this isn’t finished yet.
