From St Kilda to a Fling
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Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - A woman's game of strip poker with her son and his friends ends up having unintended consequences on a trip from Melbourne to Sydney
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Group Sex Double Penetration BBW
Hi, everyone! This is the last chapter. Thank you so much for reading and all your support again! This one is a bit more convo heavy – the main sex scenes are at the start and back.
For new stories, I might have to move to a weekly posting schedule. But certainly hoping to write a lot more and hopefully bring enjoyment to the readers! Thank you 😊
The sun shone through the blinds, falling across two prone forms in the bed. Margaret stirred and then woke up with a start. All the events of the previous day came flooding back into her mind. Her losing control, Mark’s rough handling, Tim’s rescuing her and then ... She settled back into bed, snuggling against Tim, still sleeping. They were at the beach house. She remembered messaging Amanda, saying that they ended up having a full day and that Stacey was kind enough to let them stay at Bundeena. She remembered ... Margaret felt her face becoming hotter and her nether regions becoming wetter as she remembered that they made love again a few more times after that communication. The love they felt for each other seemed to have spurred Tim on as he unloaded both inside her and on her, with dried streaks on her skin still evident.
Margaret could block out the future last night. But now it was the morning. What consequences will it bring. What were Mark and Jake going to do? she thought. Mark has threatened to contact Darren but will he? More importantly, did she care? For the life of her, she couldn’t find an answer to that question within herself.
Tim stirred beside her. As Margaret snuggled against him, she realised that Tim seemed to have recovered from last night’s exertion, at least judging by the hard length now pressing into her back. She wriggled against him.
“Morning, Mum” muttered her son. Seemingly still in a befuddled state, his hand semi-consciously slipped around her, cupping one of her breasts. His eyes suddenly flew open as he realised his position. Evidently, he also initially thought they were at Amanda’s place. Just like Margaret, he settled back on to the pillows as he realised that they were safe.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
“Mmm, very well.” Margaret said breathily, enjoying the sensations, Tim’s possession of her breasts now becoming more than semi-conscious. “Did you?” she asked.
“Me too.” Tim said. He kissed her neck, adding, “Even better now that I’m waking up next to the person I love.”
His mother moaned softly as Tim started playing with her breasts in earnest. His erection pressed against her bottom, hot and insistent.
“Oohh, honey, I love you so much,” she moaned.
As he kissed her neck, Tim lowered one of his hands to slip it between her legs. Margaret’s moans became louder, her hips started thrusting eagerly to meet his questing fingers, all the while his hand was tweaking and caressing her hard nipples.
“Oooh ... you are so good ... aaahhh,” Margeret was whimpering, feeling deliciously wanton.
“Ohh, honey... “ she moaned. “Oh, God, I’m still all sweaty from last night and covered in ... oohhh ... stuff. Do you want me to clean up a bit first?”
“No, of course not, Mum!” Tim said hotly. “Seeing you like this makes me love you even more, you know.”
Margaret felt another wave of love for him washing through her like the high tide at the beach. She turned her head, capturing his lips with hers as he continued exploring her body.
She was moaning and gasping as they broke the kiss and stared into each other’s eyes again. “Are you ... can I ... as in, you are not too ... sore from yesterday, are you?” Her son asked. Improbably, he started blushing slightly as he spoke. Margaret found it completely endearing – not only was he asking her for permission, he felt shy, even though his hand was literally in her wet pussy.
“Of course, honey,” she giggled. “I’m ready.”. She spooned against him again as he adjusted himself. Shortly she felt him slipping into her, her pussy gripping his hard cock.
Tim now too full advantage of her huge tits being accessible to him as he fucked her. Margaret pushed back against him enthusiastically, moans escaping her throat.
“Fuck me, honey ... ohhh ... so good ... play with my tits some more...” she whimpered. Tim felt himself becoming even harder, his mother’s dirty talk turning him on even more. His thrusts were becoming more urgent.
“Oh, Mum,” he gasped. “I love fucking your sweet pussy so much.”
“Oooh ... yes, yes,” Margaret sobbed out. She could barely believe how quickly Tim could heat her up and make her lose control. She brought one of her hands down to her pussy, stroking her clit as her other hand stroked Tim’s knuckles covering her hard nipples.
“I think ... I’m coming ... ohh, honey,” she whimpered. “OOHHH! FUCK ME, MY LOVE!” she shouted out as her pussy spasmed around his cock.
She rode her orgasm as Tim did his best to stay inside, her hips bucking against him. Very soon he could not hold on any more. “I’m ... ooh, Mum, I love you ... I’m going to cum...” he gasped, just before his cock started shooting his load inside his mother’s wet and willing pussy. Margaret was cooing, the aftershocks of her orgasm settling as she felt her lover, her son claiming her pussy again.
Afterwards, the two lovers lay in each other’s arms, feeling content.
“I should be getting up soon but I don’t want to,” Margaret giggled, “Lying here with you just seems like ... the most right thing in the world.”
“I feel like that, too,” Tim said softly, “Holding you and what we’ve done just now ... it felt like ... I just love you for how you make me feel.”
Margaret stroked one of his arms, wrapped around her. “I want us to be ... well, I guess we can’t be official, but I want us to be ... a thing. Your father and I have been having a lot of problems and... “ she hesitated. Turning around and facing him, still being held in his arms, she said, “I feel like I found the man who I makes me feel like I want to feel like.”
Tim felt momentarily conflicted. But looking at his Mum’s flushed face, the knowledge that she came on his cock so many times, brought another fresh wave of love. Yes, not just lust, he was sure of it. He deserved this happiness. It sucked for Dad, but he had his chance. “I want to make you feel like this forever, Mum,” he told her.
Margaret looked like she was about to start crying again. Instead, she kissed him, Tim responding eagerly.
“You know, I felt so nervous in the car after we were coming back from here. Not knowing what you will say. And then, well, when I thought I might have ruined it all yesterday...” Some tears did come then. Tim kissed them away, causing her to giggle.
“You didn’t have to worry,” Tim told her. “I feel so bad for what you went through, Mum,” he added, “I want to just keep making you feel so good, you will not even remember any bad times, you know?”
“You were always the sweetest boy, honey,” his mother said, her large breasts pressing into his chest. “Do you think...” she hesitated, “I wonder if Mark and Jake will tell Darren anything.”
“We will cross that bridge when we come to it. We will cross it together.” Tim reassured her.
Margaret kissed him again. Though internally she still had some misgivings, she was going to put on a brave face for the sake of Tim.
“Am I ready to leave Darren? If Mark does say something? I wasn’t sure what I was going to do but they may leave me with no choice.” All these thoughts rushed through her mind as she lay in her son’s arms.
However, they were driven from her mind as a gasp sounded from the open doorway of the bedroom. She clutched Tim as they started.
Stacey stood there, her hand over her mouth, her eyes huge.
“Oh my God!” she finally managed. “I’m so, so sorry. I had no idea ... Amanda said ... so sorry.”
Margaret clutched the blanket, feeling herself blushing furiously. Stacey wasn’t supposed to know who she was having the affair with – no one was. How is she going to react? the mother thought wildly. She had to quickly take charge of this situation.
“Hi, Stacey,” was the best she could come up with, her voice croaky. This is not what it looks like... yeah, right. “This is ... well, this is Tim.”
“Tim? Is he...” it was Stacey’s turn to start blushing. “I mean ... is he ... who I think he is?”
Margaret nodded. “I can ... explain,” she stammered. “We were just, well ... it’s just ... happened for us.” Her voice trailed off.
Stacey continued staring at them.
“I’m so ... sorry again,” she said finally. “I really didn’t mean to be barging in. Do you want me to leave?”
“What? No, no!” Margaret exclaimed. “This is your place, after all. Just let us get dressed and I can, well, we can talk about it.”
Stacey nodded, still looking shellshocked. “I will wait downstairs” she said, closing the door.
Margaret turned to Tim, her eyes wild. “I’m so sorry, honey. I didn’t think that Stacey would be here. She is my friend who was letting us use this place.”
Tim seemed to have gathered his wits, now that the initial shock has worn off. He touched her arm gently. “It’s going to be okay, Mum,” he told her. “We will tell her. She should surely understand.”
Margaret hugged him gratefully. She felt like his presence, his calm reassurance was anchoring her in the turmoil which was engulfing her thoughts. “Thank you so much, honey,” she told him.
The sprung lovers quickly got dressed and came downstairs. Stacey was sitting on the couch, seemingly if not having got over what she had seen, at least having managed to regain her composure. She smiled at them.
“I suppose I better properly introduce myself,” she said brightly. “Tim, I’m Stacey, your mum’s old friend.” She extended her hand.
“Hi, Stacey,” Tim said. He shook her hand, inclining his head. “It is very nice to meet you. Thank you so much for letting us use this place. It’s really great!”
“You are very welcome, Tim,” Stacey said. “You are a very polite young man. Your mum brought you up well indeed.”
Tim gave another half-bow. “Well, thank you,” he said.
Stacey motioned for them to sit. “I can’t believe it!” she said. “I think I see what happened. I ... well, me and my husband had a fight. Remember, I was complaining about how dismissive when he was suspecting you were, well, sharing this place with someone? I just really felt this ... just this feeling of being shut in. If he is not able to accept you seeking your happiness, what does he think about my dreams, my hopes? I mean, we were having some troubles and it really brought them to the surface. I decided to come her to be alone for a while and I didn’t want to disturb you so I called Amanda and you know what happened? I think she got confused and she might have thought I was calling from Darren, so she told me you were home, just couldn’t come to the phone. So that’s why I was here.” She shook her head. “Well, unfortunately, my plan not to disturb you didn’t work out.”
Margaret felt she was stunned but also glad. Clearly, Amanda also suspected she was having an affair and she was happy to cover for her. Shaken though the mother was, she could see the humour in the situation.