Me and Mrs Jones
Copyright© 2025 by Jonathan Dee
Chapter 2
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Margot is close to being 50 but still very sexy and although I'm only 24, she is the one woman I've aimed to make my own! And so I make a Dinner Date for Two at an out of town venue that plays soothing dance music. But will it work when so many taboos are rife? Who knows? But one thing I know for sure; but that would be giving the game away?
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Coercion Reluctant Cheating Cuckold Wimp Husband Incest MaleDom Rough Facial Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
The rising sun had awoken us both as we untangled ourselves from each other. It had been a night of incestuous fucking between me and Mrs Jones. But although I’d been fazed by Margo’s sexual stamina, she was soon to reveal something that would put our debut love-making into the shade!
Getting gently from bed and slipping into underpants, I went to the kitchen to get some coffee going. Then wearing a short wrap, she came and sat down beside me and began sipping coffee from the mug I had served.
I sat contemplating how sensually attractive she was; even at this early hour. I chuckled softly “Hey ya know what, you swore some while we were love-making?”
She stared at me thoughtfully, “Do you you mean like some occasional foul cursing?”
“Well ... yes. It was a bit blue at times.” I grinned as she stared at me.” Jason, I want no secrets between us now. I’ve waited for a right time to tell you certain things; well, ... this is the right time.”
Her hand went unconsciously onto my underpants and she said softly, “I was rather a precocious little girl at fifteen Jason.”
“You? – precocious?”
“And also rather’ flirtatious’ according to my father one day when I was sat on his lap. He said that if I was aiming to be a slut, he would turn me into the best there was.”
I stared at her, “Your Father said that! You’re kidding me Margo?”
“My father was Dr Richard Banks; a professional physiologist, doing clinical research ... and when I was fifteen he made me his laboratory assistant and began trying out his nymphomania theory on me.”
“Trying his what out on you! ... how!”
She smiled at my incredulity and after a pause her hand came inside onto my cock while calmly stating, “He wanted to explore how I responded to certain stimulations.”
“Stimulations! Christ sake!” I exclaimed getting excited. She smiled at me as her other hand withdrew a swollen breast from her wrap; it’s stub nipple was dripping!
“Yes Jason, sexually perverted stimulations ... to discover what sexual kinks I had ... or what could be introduced into my sexual appetite. It would provide me with a menu that I could offer to men ... or women.”
“Holy Shit” I gurgled as her fingers squeezed at my cock.
“Well, it turned out there was a lot more than I ever knew existed Jason. My father called them ‘Acquired Tastes’.”
I swallowed; “Christ! Your father was a massive pervert Mom!”
Her fingers teased relentlessly at my rigid cock which was stiff with excitement.
“Well yes, it’s true, he was. Put simply Jason, my father sexually groomed me up to the hilt with perversions.”
“Holy Shit,” I swooned, my cock thumping in response.