The story continues, In praise of chubby older woman

Well it had been just over two weeks since I had caught my sister Ellamae, fucking my son Bill, I really couldn’t put all the blame on her, after all, It takes two to tango, as the old saying goes.. She should have known better , he was her nephew, and damn it, he should not have been fucking his Aunt either…I was still pissed over the incident..And they both knew it. I hadn’t mentioned it to my husband, Jack, he’d probable just make some dirty joke about it and laugh. “Boy’s will be boys” ( And your sister ain’t nothing but a whore anyway)…. I could almost here him saying that. Well this wasn’t any of his business, it was mine, and I’d deal with it myself.

I couldn’t help thinking about it though, and the more I thought about it the less pissed I became at both of them. I told myself Ellamae had needs to, and she was drinking that night, and Bill being the young man he was , and full of cum, Well I could see how easy it could happen..Thoughts of it now was only making me hotter than hell.. I could see Ellamae’s big ass moving up and down on Bill’s huge young cock. The way she was moaning from the pleasures his huge tool was giving her. To be honest, It made me feel a little jealous. I started wondering what my son’s young cock would feel like plunging in and out of me. When I’d get to thinking about it, it would give me a hot feeling between my thigh’s, and a wanting deep inside of me for his young huge sperm shooting cock.. driving me to masterbate myself…. I was calling out his name at the end of my climax , pretending he was really fucking me. I kept telling myself this was crazy, But the picture of him and Ellamae, fucking each other that morning was burned into my mind, and had me fantasising, myself, fucking my own son..!

Conversation between Bill and I had been pretty thin we hadn’t had to much to say since the incident..I figured this morning I’d try and change that..”.Good morning honey” I spoke has he set down at the table…”sleep well”? I asked. Yeah Mom and you….he replied ..” I guess so” I answered. Your father didn’t come in last night. couldn’t get a plane out of Atlanta…He called about 11:30 I went on.. slowly walking around the table and placing my hand on Bill’s shoulder. I’m not mad at you anymore, I know how things can happen sometimes. but that’s incest, and you know how people around here are when it comes to something like that. They would have it all over town that you were sleeping with your aunt …I told him… “Well Mom it really wasn’t all my fault”, you see I have always fantasised making love to aunt Ella…and honest, he went on, ” she “, well, she put it on me..and it didn’t seem like incest to me. I know she’s my Aunt, but I couldn’t have helped myself , the same way, if it would have been you…….he went on, and , if you would have done like her , well Mom it might be incest, but I would have had to make love to you……..He looked up at me in away that made me want him right then and there…I cupped his face in my hands and asked. Bill have you ever had fantasies of making love to me….??? .I asked. ” Yes Mom many times” he answered.. But I’m your mother, honey.. I replied.
I know that !!!!!! he answered . but I still have thoughts of making love to you…”I can’t help it” he added
Mom , you are so beautiful, and for a long time I’ve had those kind of thoughts, he spoke slowly looking down at the floor.. ” Well when you have these fantasise of you and me do you masterbate” ? I asked. “Yes” I do.. he spoke softly looking a little ashamed….Well as long as you’re being so honest with me this morning, I have a confession also…..Every since I caught you and Ellamae, that morning.. I’ve wondered just what it would be like to make love with you….So you see, I have had fantasies too. I know we can’t do those kind of things together, but I have thought about it…..At that moment Bill stood up from the table and put his long arms around my waist pulling me against his rock hard body..”.Oh no honey.” we can’t !