The Airplane Ride Home
Copyright© 2013 by Oedipus Rex
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Like most teenagers, Sam had lusted after his mom for as long as he could remember. One drunken night he got his chance to fuck the same pussy he exited as a squalling baby
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Drunk/Drugged Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Incest Light Bond
Jamie was flustered as she pushed her way through the crowd. The realization of her exhibitionist fantasy left her frightened and horny. The fact that Keith and Angela caught her and Sam having sex was frightening. It meant their secret was now known to two other people.
At the same time, she felt tremors in her pussy. Despite the excitement of being seen fucking, she had not cum. In fact, it only increased her arousal. Her pussy was wet, and her body was vibrating like a tuning fork with her need. She was close to going back in the dorm to find her son. And if those strangers were still there and wanted to watch, so be it!
That is when she saw John still sitting on the concrete bench outside the dormitory. He was sweating profusely, and his color did not look good.
“Darling, are you okay?”
John looked up at his wife. Jaime was perspiring and looked disheveled. Her nipples were hard, straining against the moist fabric of her tank top. He wondered where her bra was. Her jean shorts were pulled tight into her vagina, creating a sizeable cameltoe. Was that a hint of wetness he saw in her crotch?
“The heat is unbearable! I was just trying to catch my breath.”
“Let me help you to the RV. We have the A/C on in there.”
John felt better in the air-conditioned coolness of the RV. It did not hurt that he had Jamie’s undivided attention. He grimaced as he thought of the sexual relationship between his wife and son. A part of him recoiled at the perversity of it. He watched as she fussed about the camper. First bringing him the antacids and a glass of ice-cold water, then she prepared a cold compress and dabbed his forehead with it. She seemed more alive, more vibrant than she had in years.
She scooted into the breakfast nook with him. Her womanly aroma assaulted his nostrils. He noted the full curve of her large breasts. Time and having Sam had added to their heft. He reached over gently squeezed one. It was soft and pillowy.
“Well, feeling better, are we?” Jamie giggled.
“I have always loved your breasts.” John grabbed the other breast and massaged it.
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