Confessions of the Heart

Times when you think you understand yourself completely, you should take another look to what you may find

Most people will tell you of confessions of their soul, mine are of my heart. My name is Erin and I love to fuck, love all the erotic’s of the bedroom but for pain. Unless it’s of the soreness of getting my hairy pussy fucked sore. Slapping, intently hurting of whips and chains, you can keep. Fucking until my pussy sore is a whole other thing. Fortunate to marry a great provider, I don’t have to work any longer, not as I did in my husband’s and my younger days of him building a practice. I helped him throughout college, supporting him until he became a doctor.
Pregnant of my freshman year, I had to juggle work and taking care of our son. This morning I’d slept in a bit, my mother-in-law had left the day before, after a quite long stay. Coming down the hall, heading to the coffee pot my husband would have brewed. Overheard the conversation of our fifteen year old and husband, I picked up on before entering the kitchen and stopped to listen.
“You can never tell your mother about what happen between your grandmother and I,” now what in the hell could my son tell me about a happening of my husband and his mother.
“Dad, it’s not right what you and Gran did to Mom,” what in the hell did they do!
“You don’t understand the relationship your grandmother and I had from your age, after my Dad died. And besides your grandmother gives the best head ever and today at fifty-eight years of age, she still enjoys it much,” my damn husband is a Motherfucker and has been having sex with his mother all throughout our marriage. Up against the wall I had to lean, wanted to walk in and give my husband the hell he deserves. For one thing, here I was needy and he was giving it to his mother. Calming myself I had to take a few moments and calmly walked into the kitchen.
“Coffee ready,” my husband sprang pouring a cup as I walked behind my young son’s chair and began rubbing his chest, my hand I slipped through the neck hole of his t-shirt, I cupped my young son’s breasts. Not long did it take and my husband understood I had overheard the conversation, between him and my son.
“Erin we need to talk,” my husband as I sipped my coffee, toying with my son’s nipples.
“What the hell is there to talk about. You are a Motherfucker and your son is about to become one,” I boldly looked my husband in the eye, taking another sip, son’s expression, deer caught in the headlights, I continued my flirting.
“Erin, you don’t understand. I have to go into the office today,” wouldn’t even attempt to explain the horrid look, upon my husband face.
“Joe, want to fuck with your mother today,” son didn’t know rather to run or go deft and blind. School recently let out for the summer, I gave my husband a knowing smile.
“Erin, you don’t understand. Things were different for mother and I, my father dying,” my husband expression so desperate.
“You had your cock in your mother’s mouth and you think she gives better head, than I do. Do I need to understand more than that,” I wasn’t about to cut him any slack, husband needed to stew the day long and hopefully not screw up, any operation he may have scheduled.
“Mom worked so hard to support us, Erin. Erin, I have to go,” expression on husband’s face so pitiful it was almost endearing, except not.
“Well go and don’t fuck anything up like you did here today. Joe and I have much we can do here today and don’t worry of being later for dinner, you’ll be looking after yourself from here on,” talk about being between a rock and a hard place. Reluctant to leave husband kept looking back heading out the door.
“Mom, did you mean what you said,” Joe finally spoke bending his head back to look up at me.
“Every damn word,” down to my son I look while untying the belt of my robe and revealing I was wearing nothing but panties beneath. Great 34 D-cups I still wear a two piece bathing suit at age thirty-six. A dark haired beauty to stop traffic I’ve been told since early on. Dropped my robe to the floor reaching for my son’s hand leading him to my bedroom, son gave no resistance following along. If my husband could fuck his mother in my house, I could fuck my son, in our bed.
One pissed off woman I hit my knees taking my son’s cock down my throat and got the surprise of my life. Trying to describe the sensation of my mouth around my son cock’s, the very instant my tongue touched the larger rubbery head, I knew something of what my husband must have felt with his mother, sucking his cock. Within the moment I knew I wouldn’t stop desiring the sensations coursing down to my hairy pussy and something even more miraculous happen, shoving me over the rim as Joe filled my mouth, with his hot cum.
More I wanted and kept sucking, thinking if my husband felt this way of his mother, sucking his cock. No way I could deny him the pleasures, I was receiving. No troubles I had keeping my son’s cock hard, like you hear so many tales of, my young son could recover quicker than anyone I ever knew. Amazing the words coming to my mind, my son fed me his cum three times, I was wide eyed in amazement when I stripped my panties and threw myself backwards, on my bed.
Hand of his average sized cock entering my wet pussy, it didn’t matter if his cock was no larger than his father, the sensation of having my son inside me surpassed anything I’d ever known. Like most women I had always believed the larger the cock, after getting used to it, gave the woman more pleasure. Somewhere long ago I read a woman could be just as satisfied with a six inch cock as well as she could by a nine inch cock, now believed and couldn’t stop myself from telling my son how wonderful I felt, with his cock inside me.
“Oh Baby, Mommy has never had better sex than I’m having with you. I’m sorry this started out a grudge fuck but never have I tasted cum so fanatic. You are fucking my madness at your father, out of me. I’ll not deny him, his mother if he’ll not deny me, you,” I was literally crooning of my son fucking me. My son and I fucked the entire day away, exploring every inch of each other body. Husband returned late of the evening, hearing him I rushed my son from my bed and went to find my husband pouring classes of wine. Three classes I noticed and one he handed our son.
“How was it,” husband question as Joe and I sipped our wine.
“Absolutely the best sex I ever had,” quick I was to answer, protecting my son from stumbling over his tongue, son only nodded to his father.
“Do you now understand why I have sex with my mother,” quick to answer again.
“Yes!” My answer came with a huge smile.
“What did you have to do today that was so important you had to leave. Fridays are not usually a day of operations for you.
“I was moving Mom to an apartment nearby. From the smiles on you two face’s, I figure I’m going to have a hard time getting any pussy around here,” thought about what husband just said.
“Maybe we could try a threesome on some occasion. Sucking your cock with Joe ramming my cunt, I have to say I’m warming too,” another big smile to husband.
“Would you mind if Joe fucked with his grandmother,” I swear my husband didn’t feel the embarrassment I was, speaking of Joe fucking his grandmother. Husband’s mother not bad looking for a woman of age fifty-eight.
“Maybe someday but for now I’m not giving up every procession I own and for now, I own Joe’s cock,” a couple of more classes of wine and lead Joe back to my bedroom as husband walked out the door.

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