It began innocently, with lingering looks and gentle touches. As time passed, simple motherly affection for my son transformed into something far more intense. Now I find myself living two lives. I play the part of the devoted wife, but I have the secret life constantly at risk of being discovered. In that secret life that overtakes my every waking thought, I cannot resist the animalistic passion that I share with my son. Now just the thought of his thick cock stretching me instantly makes me wet. I actually feel guilty for having sex with my husband, seeing how jealous it makes my son. Any time I have sex with my husband out of obligation, my son makes sure I know it’s his cock that I love having inside me. As if I could ever forget how much I love having him shoot his cum deep inside of me. Every day we steal moments to share this forbidden, sexy dance. We count down for the moments when his father will be busy or distracted. That is when my son will have his way with me, as if I could resist or even want to. We are getting more and more reckless and have had too many close calls. One time when his father was just in the other room, I nearly had my son’s fat cock inside of me on the kitchen as I was making the table for dinner. His father walked in on us almost caught us. I was sure he could have seen how wet my pants were from how wet my son makes me. Admittedly, the thrill of nearly being caught in the act so many times adds to the intensity. Living this secret life has presented a new challenge. I know that I am pregnant, and I will HAVE to fuck his father tonight. That is the only way to protect this secret. And this secret makes me crave my son inside of me even more. As my belly grows, so does my need to have my son slide his gorgeous cock in my soaking wet pussy. I don’t want any of this to change.
