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The following confession unfolded during what I’ll just call a…unforgettable Fourth of July weekend, where the air was thick with both celebration and, dare I say…sexual tension.
In short: my poor husband had no idea of the sort of sin I was about to commit.
As fireworks illuminated the night sky, I stole away with our handsome 24-year-old son whom I had by then developed a long running affair with behind his back.
I was overwhelmed by how turned on I was…how hard my heart was pounding away in my chest. The clandestine encounter would take place in the sanctuary of my marital bed, a symbol of the trust my husband unknowingly—and very wrongly—placed in me.
The anticipation was palpable as my husband entertained the guests outside, blissfully unaware of the passion brewing within the confines of our bedroom. The build-up to our illicit act was slow and tantalizing, each stolen glance and whispered word fueling the fire of our mutual hunger.
With a strength that betrayed his true desire, my son manhandled me, throwing me onto the bed I shared with my husband (*yes, his father*) with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. The taste of betrayal lingered on our lips as our bodies entwined, desperate to satiate the carnal desires that had so bound us together.
My son possessed me with a raw and primal force, fucking me rough, his cock plunging deep within my willing depths. Moans of pleasure mingled with whispered dirty talk, revealing the depths of our wickedness. “You’re a filthy little slut mom, craving my cock while dad’s right outside,” he hissed, amplifying the thrill of our forbidden act.
The bed creaked beneath us, bearing witness to our frenzied union.
The pleasure built, the intensity of our connection growing with each electrifying moment. As we reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, he pulled out, releasing his hot and sticky seed all over my quivering stomach, marking me as his own.
With our bodies spent, we quickly composed ourselves, preparing to reenter the world of innocent celebration. We emerged from the bedroom, our secret tryst safely concealed. Smiles adorned our faces, though our eyes betrayed the intensity of our shared secret…
As we rejoined the festivities, my son and I exchanged knowing glances, the unspoken promise of future encounters just like this one hanging heavy in the air.
It was the beginning of a very kinky summer…
NSFW: yes
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