Chapter 1: The combined plan of mother and son

For the back ground story of George; you may like to read Eleanor's descent as this high lights his acceptance of being a cuckold. The tale I am going to relate now takes place 25 years after the above mentioned story.

George is 48 years old now; married to Stella 44 years old with one son Jonathon nineteen and had been running his own financial advice company for 12 years. Stella stands five eight tall medium build with average sized tits; 36 C; whilst Jon is six foot tall slim build and a seven and a half inch cock. Stella was aware of George's past when they married but was happy that he was trying to be the alpha male even if it was sometimes not enough.

This year though George had experienced more than a few problems; his company had gone bust and his public liability insurance whilst paying off most of his creditors had left a £50,000 shortfall so he had remortgaged their home to pay off the last of the bills. He had been lucky to find employment as an accountant at a well known firm; but he missed the excitement of working for himself.

Whilst the pressure of his business going bad had been happening; he had began to neglect his marital duties to his wife and unbeknown to him his son had stepped in to that role willingly. It had all started when George had to go away to sort out some problem with one of his biggest clients; Stella had been hitting the bottle feeling unloved by George and one night almost pissed she had been laid naked on her bed and temptation got the better of her for she started to fuck her cunt with the wine bottle; one thing led to another and her moaning had reached a peak which had disturbed Jon's sleep.

He had gone to investigate the noise and had witnessed his mother's debauched act but instead of being disgusted he had been turned on and had begun to stroke his hardening cock through his pants. His mother seemed to pass out with the bottle still stuck up her cunt and he had foolishly gone up close to examine her cunt. He took the bottle from her open soaking cunt and she had opened her eyes and grabbed him. She devoured his face in kisses and in her drunken stupor had managed to get her hand around his cock and refused to let it go till it had been fitted into her cunt.

Jon slid his cock into his mother's gaping cunt and began thrusting thinking she probably would not even be able to feel him in her drunken state; so he was shocked when she began grunting and gasping as her orgasm hit her. Over and over he slammed his prick in as he fucked his mother's sopping cunt; until he felt the tingling in his balls which preset his own spunk blowing climax. Even when his cock spurted its load into her cunt he continued slamming into her as he satisfied his own deep seated lust.

Thinking his mother would never remember this anyway he decided to fuck her and get it over with; he was wrong on two counts; firstly he was not prepared for the thrill he experienced fucking her and secondly she did remember it the next morning.

For at breakfast he had come into the kitchen to find his mother slouched over a coffee; but as soon as she saw him she was on her feet and her arms draped around his neck as she slobbered on to his chest her deep felt thanks for the fucking he had given her last night. Of course there were some regrets but the excitement and passion outweighed any of that and they decided that they would continue to be lovers as long as it hurt no one. Jon asked how could she accept his continued fucking when she was married to his dad; Stella sat Jonathon down and explained about his dad's past and how it had been a great struggle for him to continue to act as the alpha male just for his son's sake.