My son come home and we Incestuous Homecoming, my son Peter fucked me over both the phone and the net several more times whilst he was on his gap year travels in Chile, Peru and Argentina. It became an acceptable, though guilt inducing routine. It was only the lack of internet access in some of the remote areas and his ability to be alone that stopped us doing it more often.
My sex life with my husband Richard continued to be, at best, spasmodic. It was becoming pretty obvious to me that he no longer wanted me very much and now it seemed as though he needed the stimulus of me modelling as he photographed me to do it. That said on the two or three occasions we did that when Peter was away, the sex was great.
Richard would start off by snapping away as I removed my outer clothes, continue as I posed in a variety of positions in the sexy underwear I wore especially for modelling and keep shooting as I removed that. Generally then, either in just my panties or without them and simply in holdups I would play with my tits and then start to masturbate. He would now be obviously erect and either, he or, I would get it out. He would then fuck me usually on the floor with me on my back with my legs wrapped round him or on all fours. But each time he did fuck me and they were a few occasions without the photography, it wasn’t him that was making love to me. Physically it was my husband’s cock in me, but emotionally it was my son’s.
“You will definitely be coming to the airport tomorrow?” I said to Richard at dinner on the Thursday before Peter was due to return home on the Saturday. “There won’t be a sudden emergency at the firm will there?”
“Don’t worry darling I have organised everything and I will be there.”
Richard had this habit of ‘something coming up’ at the law firm where he was a partner quite often when we had other arrangements so I was wary it might happen this time. It had happened when Peter went away and I was forced to take him by myself. That was only a few days after my son had persuaded me to model for him as I did for Richard and we had ended up masturbating each other with him cumming on my full tits. I had been so guilt ridden and fearful of what we had done that I stayed well away from him over the weekend between our ‘sort of’ incest and his departure. Being together in the car proved too much for me and we ended up masturbating each other again in the car with him this time cumming on my bra covered boobs. I didn’t want that happening again on the way home from Heathrow.
Peter and I had talked a lot between cybering mainly in yahoo messenger, but occasionally on the phone about our situation. We had debated, discussed argued and cried together when I kept insisting that it had to end when he came home. I was terrified of two things. Firstly, that someone, particularly our daughter would find out and secondly of how we could possibly handle having a love affair. I had found it difficult enough when I had a brief affair a few years ago with a man I worked for and I could not imagine what it would be like trying to handle it with my son.
“Here he comes” I said excitedly as Peter and his friends came through the custom’s doorway. My heart missed a beat at how gorgeous he looked. He was deeply tanned and seemed to have grown taller and broader.
He said goodbye to his friends who went off to meet their greeters and he came over to us.
“Hi dad” he said as Richard shook his hand, my husband isn’t a huggy sort of man.
Peter then turned to me. His trolley with his bags was between Richard and me as I opened my arms and he slid into them.
“Welcome home darling” I said kissing him on his cheek.
“Hello mum” he said moving back and looking into my eyes before pulling me back into his arms and putting his mouth near to my ear on the side away from Richard. He whispered. “I want you so much.”
It wasn’t just his words that hit me and made my pulse race it was also the feel of his erection rearing up my stomach. And with that all the concerns, the conflicts, the doubts and guilt registered in my mind just as the feel of his gorgeous cock registered in my body.
We talked non-stop on the forty minutes or so drive home. I sat in the back with Peter in the passenger seat half turned so he could look at me. As he told us about his trip so his eyes were continually holding my gaze and then roaming down my body quite evidently taking in the very noticeable swell of my breasts. It got to me. We smiled at each other, our gazes locked and we smouldered.
It was just same when we got home. All the time we were looking at each other, taking every opportunity to move close together and touching each other’s hand or arm or back. Every time I moved when Richard was not in the room or was looking away I could feel Peter’s gaze on me. I felt it on my boobs, my bottom and my crutch in the tight jeans.
Sara, my daughter, came home around three and she and Peter went to her or his room as he showed her his photos on his laptop; I just hoped against hope that he didn’t show her the wrong ones.
True to his word Richard stayed at home. I prepared an early dinner that the four of us ate together. The afternoon had passed without incident for Peter had a snooze to combat his jet lag and there was far less flirting between us. Sara was clearly a modifying influence on her brother and mother.
“I am popping over to Celia’s” Sara announced after dinner. “Great to have you home Pet” she went on using her nickname for Peter.
“And I have some work I have to do so would you mind helping your mother clear up?” Richard asked as he walked away and we stared at each, longingly.
For the first time we were alone. We cleared the table and tidied the large kitchen diner on the side of the horrendous six-bedroom, Victorian house that had been in Richard’s family since it was built in eighteen fifty something. Richard was across a hallway in his study.
“Well mum?” Peter said moving close to me.
“Peter no.” I stammered as I saw the look in his eye.
“Yes Cat, yes” he sighed closing the gap between us.
“I said that we had to stop when you got home” I told him unconvincingly.
“But you didn’t mean it mum” he whispered as he put his arms around me.
I put my hands on his chest preventing him pulling me against him. “I did Peter” I whimpered as I bowed my head avoiding eye contact and averting my mouth.
I felt his thumb and fingers on my chin. He lifted it and said.
“Look me in the eyes Cat and say you don’t want me.”
“Oh Peter.”
“Come on say it mum, say it” he went on pressing more firmly on my back and thus pulling me closer to him until our bodies were almost touching. “Come on if you don’t want me say it now” he almost growled.
“Peter this is so wrong, dad’s here.”
“Would it be wrong if he wasn’t” he asked? He is such a clever bugger with words.
“You know what I mean.”
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