Chapter 14

John sat on a concrete bench, sweating profusely. The heat and the long walk were taking their toll. I am halfway there, he thought. It is just as far to go back as it is to go on. He saw the golf cart moving toward him. The same two security guards had taken Jamie and Sam to the Infirmary. The cart pulled up next to him.

“Are you ok, sir?”

Their concern showed on their faces. John was sweating and appeared to be having trouble getting his breath.

“I’ll be fine,” John said. “But would you be so kind as to take me to the Infirmary? My wife and son are there.”

The guards helped John into the golf cart, turned, and started the short trip.

Jamie pulled Sam back into the examination room. His detached attitude concerned her. Maybe he has a concussion, she thought. She had him lay down on the narrow examination bed. His young tool stood rigidly at attention.

Well at least that is working, she thought. Lust clouded her concern for her son. Her sexual senses were overloaded. If I can just ride him a few minutes, just get off one time, I will be ok. Jamie glanced through the gap in the curtain as she leaned forward and kissed the head of her son’s tumescent love pole.

Sam groaned as his mom inhaled his cock. The beginnings of a significant headache did not dull the sensations of her ministrations.

John thanked the security guards. He walked into the blessed coolness of the Infirmary. He inquired about Jamie and Sam. Without raising her head, the clerk pointed down the hall toward the examination rooms.

John moved slowly down the corridor. He mopped perspiration from his brow with his well used moist handkerchief. Halfway down the hallway, John slowed. His heart jumped into his throat at the sight he beheld. Sam was flat on his back on an examination table. Jamie straddled him, her back to Sam pumping wildly up and down on Sam’s youthful tool.

Oh my god, he thought, oh my god, they are fucking ... AGAIN!! He strode quietly to the curtain. Behind him, the clerk studiously filled out forms. In front of him, his wife was fucking his son. His eyes were glued to the sight of his son’s cock sliding in and out of his wife’s pussy. He was amazed at the amount of whitish froth that covered Sam’s cock. It increased with each thrust into Jamie. Jamie’s ass jiggled deliciously as she pistoned up and down.

John unconsciously licked his lips. Dear fucking god, he thought, that is a fantastic sight! A part of him was humiliated that his wife seemed to enjoy Sam’s cock so much. She was never this vocal with him. Her cunt lips were swollen, red, and open. A whitish liquid leaked from her. Some of that liquid was beaten into a froth by the vigor of their fucking.

He watched as his wife increased the speed of her thrusting. Sam was also thrusting harder into his mother. His hands gripped her thighs, bouncing his cock harder and deeper into her cheating married pussy. The aroma was overwhelming and arousing.

John stepped through the curtain and pulled it close behind. Sam turned and tried to focus on the blurry figure, standing less than three feet from him. It looked like dad.

Jamie was oblivious to her husband’s entrance. She was lost in a miasma of lust. She was oblivious to John standing with his back to the curtain watching her incestuous fucking. She was close, so close! She felt the tingling in her pussy that presaged her orgasm. She felt Sam’s cock swell. They were going to cum together. She loved that feeling! Her pussy spasming, his young cock growing and pulsing, filling her with his life producing sperm. She needed it. She had to have it. She groaned and stifled a scream as her orgasm wracked her. She felt Sam release deep in her, his seed filling her birth canal splashing against her cervix. Her back undulating as her orgasm washed over her like waves on an ocean. She felt Sam’s strong firehouse like spurts pumping his jizz deep in her.