Chapter 57

Amanda walked numbly down the dock, first her daughter, then her husband, she didn’t know how much she could take of this. She had been crying for what seemed like months. Though she knew it had only been a little more than one, it seemed longer.

She climbed aboard the houseboat and was greeted by her mischievous son, Brandon. There was no one out on the dock at this time, and there hadn’t been since her husband had had a nervous breakdown, which was followed shortly by a stroke, which had killed him. She took Brandon inside the boat and after sandwiches and soda, she took a shower.

“Are you all right mom,” he asked, as she stepped out of the shower.

“I’ll be fine, Brandon,” she said.

“You have been crying a lot.”

“You would think that I would be all cried out,” Amanda said. “But with your dad and Nicole gone, it’s hard to think straight sometimes.”

“It’s okay, Mom,” he said, and hugged her. She clung to him tightly and then slipped the towel off her shoulders and brought his mouth to her breast. His warm mouth was so soothing as he licked and suckled her nipple. It had happened accidentally the first time. Just his lips bushing her nipple had caused her to shiver. She had cradled him across her lap, and with his mouth pressed against her breast, he had only done what had come natural.

After the first couple of times, she noticed that he would get hard every time he did this, and at first she had taken to gently stroking him outside his pants. But that had only flared her drive and soon she was manipulating his cock inside his shorts. Then, only last night, she couldn’t take it any more. She had slipped into bed with him.

She had gently stroked him to his full hardness in his sleep, and then she had straddled him, taking Brandon inside of her. She had taken her time, letting the muscles of her pussy milk his hard tool. Slowly, letting her hips move, she shivered at the feeling of having the only thing she had left of her husband inside of her. She had felt him spew his hot seed inside of her.

After, she had then gently licked his cock clean and gone to take a shower, and went to bed. Amanda’s caution hadn’t won, though. The more she did it, the more she wanted her son’s hard cock, and four days ago, he had woken up while she was still impaled on his stiff pole. He had asked, of course, the usual questions, but once the cat was out of the bag, she couldn’t say no to him.

He stood from where he was laying across her lap, and she pulled down her panties, and he let his shorts fall to his ankles. Her fingertips took his hard cock in hand as she carefully guided it between the lips of her hot, soaking sex.

It felt like Brandon was melting into her. She had coached him along the last couple of days, and gotten him to where he would last more than just the first few minutes before he spewed his hot seed inside of her. Of course, being an older teen, it didn’t take him anytime at all to be ready to go again, and more than once, he’d fucked her through four or five of his own orgasms.