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It was a weekend trip that we had planned as a family for months.

I should have been thrilled to spend some time away from the city with my husband and oldest son, but all I could think about was him…

My own son.

For months now, we hadn’t been able to keep our hands off of each other behind my husband’s back.

It felt so wrong, yet so right.

When we arrived at the hotel, we were given the keys to our room, which had two beds. My husband and I took one bed, while my son took the other.

As soon as we unpacked and settled in from our flight, my husband immediately passed out, and I excused myself to the bathroom only to have my son follow me.

He wasted no time.

He pressed me against the wall, his hand gripping my throat. “I’ve been thinking about you all week,” he whispered as he pushed two fingers deep inside me.

I moaned and leaned into him, wanting more.

He turned on the shower and pushed me inside, still fully clothed. He stripped me down and took off his own clothes before shoving his big, hard cock down my throat. I gagged and tried to pull away, but he held me in place.

“I’m going to fuck you in every way imaginable,” he said as he lifted me up and pinned me against the wall. He pounded into me, his fingers digging into my hips as I softly moaned in pleasure. I could hear my husband snoring in bed, and it made the situation even more taboo.

He spun me around and bent me over, continuing to thrust into me from behind. “You love this, don’t you, Mom?” he growled in my ear, as he reached around and played with my clit.

I came hard, my body shaking with pleasure.

He spun me back around and pushed me down to my knees. “Open your mouth,” he commanded as he stroked his cock.

I obeyed, taking him deep inside me. He groaned and let out a stream of cum, which I swallowed eagerly.

We quickly washed off and exited the bathroom, acting as if nothing had happened. But the memory of our sneaky shower session stayed with me the entire trip, filling me with both guilt and desire.

NSFW: yes

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