It was morning. Not sure what time but, I was awoken by the stray sunbeams seeping into the room through the curtains. The room, the bed, and even myself smelled of sweat and sex. To my left, my scandal was still sleeping like a baby. Getting up, I picked up the robe that I hung on my bedroom doorknob and sloppily put it on. The soft fabric sticking against my still sweaty skin. I got out of the bedroom, cheerful and looking forward for the rest of the day. I was surprised though when my son called out to me from downstairs, wishing me a good morning. Turning around in shock, my robe had accidentally gotten undone and my bare breasts were out in the open for him to see. I yanked at my robe; quickly covering myself back up. I wished him a good morning and told him to have a great day at school then rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind me.
That slip up with my son left me slightly shaken but I didn’t let it go to my head. He was my son after all, he’s seen me naked a few times before and I doubt that it will effect him in a negative way. If anything it seemed as if he welcomed the sight of my naked body by the way his eyes widened with interest. Tossing my robe over the counter, I spread the white shower curtain and stepped into the shower. The tap was cold to the touch but the water that flowed out was as hot as the intimacy of last night.
It had been going on for over a month now and started innocently enough. At first it was just in the office. Playful touches, pokes and jokes. That soon evolved into lunch and dinner dates at both of our homes. Who knew that we would then start to sneak kisses in front of our colleagues or find a secluded place during our breaks for a quickie. It was wrong. I know. He was married with three kids. That still doesn’t change the fact that his wife was a plank in bed. He wanted intimacy, a woman who cared for him, someone he could dominate; someone he could fuck. I was the one who could satisfy him and he would satisfy me in return.
He started staying over recently. We would wait for my son to fall asleep then he would sneak in with his spare key. He tells his wife that he’s been loaded with work. In reality, he has been dumping his load in me. I don’t feel sorry for her at all. After all, she was the one who took him from me back when we were in college. I consider this as payback.
The warm water of the shower started to wash off the sweat of last night’s lovemaking session. Closing my eyes, I held my head up. The water came crashing down on me. This wasn’t a dream. I felt two strong hands grab onto my shoulders. I didn’t even notice him entering the shower. They held on tightly but they felt gentle. His hairy chest then rubbing against my back. I could feel that he was rearing to go for another round. For all we know, my son could’ve overheard our shower session but we didn’t care. We still went at it. Two sweaty messes making love as warm water splashed onto our hot bodies. Moans escaping our lips and unknowingly falling into our neighbours ears.
He went home after that. He had to be home for breakfast or else his wife would suspect something. He would then come back after his wife sends the kids off to school and goes to work herself. Good thing for us that we’re both on leave for the day. We can spend more time together. After a good lunch with some wine and some soft music playing in the background to set the mood, who wouldn’t spring at the chance to get frisky?
The couch seemed like an ideal location for that specific occasion. With him pinning me face down. His manly hand pulling at my hair while another leaves red marks on my ass. The sounds that we were making could surely be heard from the driveway. We didn’t care. My son still wasn’t due to be back for another two hours. You wouldn’t know the surprise that flashed over my face when I saw my son walk by the window and not notice us. He started to call out for me. Thankfully I had locked the front door in case something like this happened. He was home early. Why now of all times? Why do I have to sacrifice my pleasure for him? Right then it hit me. I didn’t have to. He couldn’t do anything anyway. Not with the hunk of a man ploughing his mother in his own home. I heard the front door open. He must’ve used the spare key from under the rug. I asked Tony to keep going.
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