Thread: Mom's Dirty Secrets ( AndNich123 & CrimsonMaster )

Mia awoke as the morning light filtered through the blinds in her bedroom. She hated waking up and falling asleep alone. Once sleep had claimed her, it didn't matter, but those moments where she was trying to find comfort and embrace sleep, or her body was waking to a new day, and she found herself alone that she hated the most. She reached her hand over to where her husband would normally be. A deep sigh as she glanced over, knowing he wasn't there and hating every second of it. Already she was left with a void within, and her feet hadn't even touched the floor yet. She showered and dressed. At first, she thought about putting on her bikini and heading down to the pool but knowing Josh was going to be home today, she decided maybe it would be best to leave the house for the day. As she reached for a dress to put on, she stopped. 'This is my house, and I will not let my son run me from my own home.' She closed her closet door and pulled her red, string bikini from the drawer. Pulling the material over her body, the suit already began to hug every curve. She tied the strings just right, allowing her breasts to be pushed up and together. Turning in the mirror, Mia admired her own plump, tight ass. Memories of the night before came to her. Josh's body, his cock pounding both her holes, and how he made her cum. 'No. It's wrong. He's my son. I can't do this. I can't. If he were my step-son, perhaps, but he is my family. He is my blood. No.' she forced the thoughts from her mind, but just like Josh, they were relentless. Every time she thought they were gone from her mind, there she was, thinking about his chest pressed to her body. She could feel his lips touching her, and her ass tightened at the thought of his cock pushing deep inside her. As she reached for the doorknob, she gasped and paused. 'Pull it together Mia. You cannot let him see you like this.' She took another deep breath and opened the door. Heading downstairs, she thought she heard someone moving about in the kitchen. She knew it would be Josh. There was no one else in the house. Entering the kitchen, her suspicions were founded. He stood there, barely clothed, with the light framing his body perfectly. Josh, she said. Put some..... Mia had no right to tell him to put clothes on. She was wearing less than him. She was a whore, but she never fancied herself a hypocrite. I plan on spending the afternoon by the pool, followed by a light lunch, and perhaps a few laps to work up an appetite for dinner. Dinner will be something far better than the pizza you had last night. She smirked at him. By the way, did you enjoy the pizza as much as you did your extra activities last night? She made her way to fridge. Opening it she searched for what she wanted to cook for breakfast. Are you hungry this morning? Want some eggs? Pancakes? Bacon? French Toast? Tell me what you want son? I'll fix you whatever you want? Her hands grazed the various items in the fridge while she waited for an answer to come from her son. She wasn't watching him, but Mia felt certain he wouldn't try anything. She had made her point clear last night. Deep down inside of her it wasn't the fear he would try something with her. It was the fear he wouldn't that had her pounding. The thought of him touching her body, though she knew it was wrong, had her excited. She had to keep her back turned to him. Otherwise, she feared he would see straight through her.