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“ My Gosh!”. Adam sniffed the gusset of the panty. He inhaled the aroma deep into his lungs.
One day that would change everything, it was lunchtime at college, and he was hiding in a secluded spot in the bathroom. His heart was pounding as he slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his mother’s dirty pink panty. It felt soft and a little damp, and just holding it made him feel like he was about to do something he shouldn’t. He had done this kind of thing before, back in the privacy of his own room, but the excitement of doing it here, right in the middle of his normal day in college, was almost overwhelming. He shut his eyes, picturing his mother’s loving touch, the soft way she used to talk to him, full of love and concern. His hand started moving, a mix of pleasure and a strange kind of pain, and he found himself breathing faster as he reached his peak, feeling a rush of relief that seemed to flow over him like a wave.But things took an unexpected turn. Just as he was slipping the panty back into his pocket, his best friend, Adam, burst into the cubicle. His face was a picture of shock and horror when he saw the panty. “What the hell, dude?” he yelled, his voice a jumble of confusion, shock, and finally, a hint of lust. Febin’s eyes widened, his cheeks burning with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. He tried to pull his hand away, but Adam was faster, snatching the panties from him. “Is this what you’re doing here?” Adam’s voice was sharp with accusation and disbelief. Feb stammered, his mind scrambling for an explanation that wouldn’t reveal the messed-up truth of his life at home.
Adam held up her panties, the fabric fluttering under the harsh fluorescent lights. “Whose is this? Who gave it to you? Leena? Sylvia? Or Miss Sandra?” Those were the hot girls in their college, and the last one was their math teacher.
“Are you kidding me?” Febin grinned. “Then where did you get it? Spill it, man,” Adam pressed, his voice thick with curiosity. “It’s my neighbor’s mom’s panty. I swiped it from her laundry basket,” Febin confessed without missing a beat. Adam’s jaw hit the floor.
“You little pervert!” Adam chuckled, playfully punching Febin in the stomach.
His smile widened, his curiosity growing. “Come on, tell me,” he pressed, leaning against the door of the stall. “How was it? Did you finally get to experience it?” His words stabbed Febin in the gut, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell the truth. Instead, he nodded, hoping it would be enough to satisfy his friend’s curiosity. “It was… intense,” he managed to say.
Adam’s eyes gleamed with excitement, and he brought the panties closer to his face, taking a deep breath. “It smells amazing,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Feb felt his stomach churn as he watched his friend sniff his mother’s panty, which was soaked with her juices. The scent of her arousal clung to the fabric, a scent that was etched in his memory, a scent that now filled the small, confined space of the bathroom.
Adam’s gaze never left the panties as he began to rub himself through his uniform pants. Febin’s eyes followed the movement, his mind reeling with confusion and a strange fascination. He had never seen his friend like this before, never knew that simply holding his mother’s underwear could stir such passion in him.
“Fuck, man !” Adam murmured, his eyes glazed over with lust. “Her pussy smell is fantastic”.
Feb felt a jolt of arousal at the words, his own cock stiffening in his pants, a traitor to the situation. “I want to taste it, man. I want to lick it until she screams. The sight of his best friend stroking himself, his cock standing tall and proud, sent a rush of conflicting emotions through Febin. On one hand, he felt a deep sense of violation, as if Adam was claiming a part of his mother that belonged to him alone. On the other, he couldn’t deny the heat that was spreading through his body, the way his own dick responded to the raw desire in Adam’s voice.
“Dude, seriously?” Febin managed to croak out, trying to hide his own erection.
Adam looked up at him, his hand still working the bulge in his pants.”She’s smoking hot. And now, I know she’s got the goods.”
Febin’s heart thudded in his chest as he stared at his best friend, his eyes unconsciously drawn to the obscene length of flesh jutting out from Adam’s pants. It was like nothing he had ever seen before, a dark and forbidden fruit that held a strange allure. His own body responded to the sight, his cock pulsing with a desperate need that both terrified and excited him.
“Come on, Febin,” Adam urged, his voice thick with lust. “You’ve already gone this far. What’s the harm in a little more?” He took another deep sniff of the panties, closing his eyes as if savoring the scent of Febin’s mother’s arousal.
Febin felt his resolve crumbling under the weight of his own desire and the curiosity that now consumed him. He glanced around the bathroom, ensuring no one else was there, and with trembling hands, he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. His cock sprang free, already hard and demanding release. The sight of it seemed to spur Adam on even more, his own hand moving faster as he watched Febin’s tentative strokes.
The two friends stood there in the sterile bathroom stall, their eyes locked as they passed the panty back and forth, each taking turns to breathe in the scent of Nancy’s vagina. It was a perverse ritual, a dance of lust that grew more frantic with each passing moment. They didn’t speak, the only sounds were the slap of flesh against flesh and the occasional moan that slipped past their lips. The panty grew wetter with each pass, a silent testament to their shared obsession.
Adam’s hand was a blur as he stroked himself, his eyes glazed over with a hunger that Febin had never seen before. He watched, his own hand moving in sync, his breath coming in short gasps as the fabric grew wetter and wetter with their shared saliva. The scent of the panty was intoxicating, a heady mix of vaginal discharge, sweat and urine. It was as if they were in a bubble, isolated from the rest of the world, free to indulge in their darkest desires without fear of repercussion.
Febin felt a thrill that shot through him like an electric current. He knew the truth behind the scent that filled the air, knew that it was not just any woman’s, but his own mother’s. He felt an overwhelming sense of arousal as he watched Adam passionately masturbate smelling his own mother’s underwear, soaked in her pussy juices. He felt like Adam was fucking his mother in front of his eyes.
“ Adam stop !. Stop a second …”. Febin’s panting voice echoed within the washroom .
“ Why dude ?”..Adam looked at him .
“ Dude….this …this is my mom’s panty ..Not anyone else’s”.
“ What did you say?”. Adam was surprised to hear what Febin said.
“ Nothing but truth”.
Adam’s eyes flashed with disbelief and lust at the same time.
He looked at the panty with disbelief. Then he asked Febin. “Your mom’s panty? ….Really?
“Yes .God promise”. Febin whispered as he looked at Adam’s throbbing cock twitching in an unknown feeling.
Febin nodded, his face a mask of guilt and excitement. “Yeah, I… I took it from her laundry last night,” he admitted, his hand slowly moving again. The wetness from the panty had transferred to his hand, making his grip slicker. “It smells so good,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Adam’s curiosity grew into something darker, his cock straining against his pants as he stared at the panty. He’d never been this close to something so intimate from Aunt Nancy. “Can I… can I smell it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Febin looked up, his eyes glazed over with arousal, and handed it over without a word.
Adam took the panty, his hand trembling slightly, and brought it to his nose. The potent scent of urine and sex hit him like a ton of bricks, making his knees wobble. He inhaled deeply, the fabric still warm from Febin’s touch. His heart raced as he imagined the scene that had unfolded in Febin’s house last night. Radhika, her body glowing with passion, wearing these very panties. The thought of her filled his mind, pushing aside any sense of propriety or friendship.
He looked over at Febin, who had resumed his furtive masturbation, his eyes glazed over with lust. The sight of his friend’s rapture was too much to bear. Without thinking, Adam unzipped his pants and pulled out his own cock, the heat of his arousal palpable in the small, enclosed space. The sound of skin on skin filled the air, echoing off the tiles, as both boys succumbed to their darkest desires.
Febin’s breath grew more ragged as he watched Adam, his mind racing with images of their mothers together, their panties intertwined in a dance of desire. He could almost feel the softness of Nancy under his finger tips, the way she’d moan his name. He knew he’d crossed a line, but the excitement of sharing this taboo with his best friend was too potent to resist.
Adam’s hand stroked faster, the smell of the panty driving him wild. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, standing in a school bathroom with Febin, masturbating over the same woman who had baked cookies for him countless times. But the heat in his loins was undeniable, and he felt himself nearing the edge.
“Dude your mom… she’s… she’s my fap queen,” Adam managed to say between gasps, his voice quivering with lust. “Every day, man, every single day I… I think about her when I… you know.”
Febin’s eyes snapped up to meet Adam’s, a mix of shock and excitement playing across his features. He’d never admitted this to anyone, not even in the darkest corners of his mind. But hearing it from his best friend, someone who shared the same depraved desires, made the confession strangely liberating.
“Fuck, really?” Febin’s voice was a strangled whisper, his hand still working his cock feverishly. “Every day?”
“Yeah, man,” Adam panted, his hand a blur. “Every. Single. Day.” He couldn’t believe he was saying this out loud, but the words felt like a weight lifted from his shoulders. “Your mom’s got this… this thing. Her figure, her tits, her ass. I can’t get enough.”
Adam leaned against the toilet wall, his eyes glazed over, lost in a memory from the last Christmas holiday. His friend, Febin, was oblivious to the world around them, engrossed in his own thoughts as they prepared for their college’s new semester. Adam took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as the image of a particular woman played in his mind’s theater.
Febin’s mother had visited the college for the festive celebrations, bringing warmth and homemade cookies that filled the dorm with the sweet scent of cinnamon and love. Adam had caught a glimpse of her that day, a vision in a red sweater dress that hugged her voluptuous figure. Her hair fell in soft waves down to her shoulders, framing a face that had aged with grace. She had moved with the confidence of a woman who knew she was desired, and Adam had felt a stirring in his loins that was entirely unexpected.
“Dude, I couldn’t believe it,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with awe. “Her ass…it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”
Febin looked at him quizzically, not quite following the trail of Adam’s thoughts. “What are you talking about, man?”
Adam took another deep breath and decided to come clean. “I’m talking about your mom, dude,” he said, his voice still hushed. “I saw her that day, and I couldn’t help it. When she bent down to pick up that kerchief and her dress rode up a bit, I got the full view of her ass.”
Febin’s eyes widened, his mouth agape. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “My mom?” he sputtered. “You’re telling me that my mom is your…uh…fantasy?”
Adam nodded, his eyes not meeting his friend’s. “I know it’s messed up, but I couldn’t help it,” he admitted. “It was just one of those moments that…I don’t know…it just got to me.”
Febin was silent for a beat, his mind racing with the unexpected revelation. Then, with a snort, he said, “Well, I guess I can’t blame you, man. My mom does have a pretty epic ass.”
Adam’s eyes darted up to meet his friend’s, hopeful yet tinged with guilt. He didn’t know how to react to this sudden turn of events, but he knew he couldn’t lie. He nodded in silent agreement, his face flushing even deeper. The tension between them was palpable, like the static charge before a storm.
“Yeah, it was that day,” Adam confessed. “When she bent down to get her kerchief, I could see everything. Her panty line was so clear, like it was painted on. And the way her ass just… filled out the dress. It was like the universe had decided to give me the best present ever.”
Febin tried to digest this information. “So, you’re saying you couldn’t stop staring at my mom’s ass, and then you went to the bathroom to…uh, take care of yourself?” His voice was a mix of disbelief and a strange kind of fascination.
Adam nodded, his eyes darting around the hallway, hoping no one was listening to their conversation. “Yeah, man,” he murmured, his voice a tapestry of embarrassment and excitement. “It was like I had no control over it. I went to the bathroom and… I don’t know. It just happened. It was intense.”
Febin couldn’t help but chuckle, a little bit of shock mingling with his amusement. “Dude, that’s wild. I had no idea you had such a… thing for my mom.” He paused, then his expression grew serious. “But you can’t just go around saying stuff like that, okay? It’s my mom.”
Adam nodded fervently, his heart racing. “I know, I know,” he agreed. “It’s just… I had to tell someone. I couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore.”
Febin nodded, his eyes never leaving Adam’s hand, his own movements matching the rhythm. “I know, right?” He said, his voice thick with his own desire. “It’s like… she’s got some kind of power over us.” The thought of his mother’s body, her curves and softness, made him ache to touch her. But the panty was the closest he’d ever gotten.
Adam’s eyes drifted down to the panty in his hand, the gusset stained a dark brown. Without a second thought, he leaned in and licked it, the taste of urine and musk hitting his tongue. Febin watched, his eyes widening, but instead of disgust, he felt a new wave of arousal wash over him. The act was so depraved, so wrong, and yet it only made him want more.
They passed the panty back and forth, each taking turns to inhale its intoxicating scent and taste the salty tang of Nanc’y desires. The panty grew wetter with each pass, their saliva mixing with the residue of her arousal. It was a twisted ritual, a silent bond forming between them over their shared obsession..
“Say something dirty about my mom,”. Febin panted, his hand moving even faster.
Adam’s eyes widened in surprise, but the heat of the moment took over. He leaned closer, his voice a low, guttural moan. “Your mom’s a… a fucking slut,” he managed to say, the words feeling foreign and yet right on the tip of his tongue.
Febin’s strokes grew more erratic, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Your mom’s a… a… a… whore.”
The word hung in the air between them, a declaration of their shared perversion. It was as if by speaking it, they had claimed each other’s mothers as their own, a twisted bond forged in the confines of the dingy bathroom stall.
Adam felt a surge of power, a thrill that went beyond anything he’d ever experienced. He watched Febin’s hand on his cock, the muscles in his forearm tensing and releasing with every stroke. The idea of another man touching him, especially his best friend, had never occurred to him, but here they were, both lost in the throes of their shared obsession.
“Your mom,” he began, his voice a barely audible whisper, “she’s got the best tits I’ve ever seen.” Febin’s eyes rolled back, his breath hitching as he let out a low moan. The sound was like a spark, igniting a fire in Adam’s chest. “I bet they’re so soft,” he continued, his hand moving faster, “so perfect for grabbing onto when she’s riding your dad.”
Febin’s hand is still for a brief moment before picking up speed again. “And her ass,” he managed to say, his voice strained. “It’s like… it’s like a work of art, man. Every time I see her bend over, I just want to… to…”
Adam’s eyes narrowed with lust, his hand moving even faster. “To what?” he urged, his voice a harsh whisper. “Tell me what you want to do to her ass.”
Febin’s face contorted with pleasure as he spoke, his voice barely above a moan. “I want to… to grab it, squeeze it… maybe even bite it a little.” His admission was met with a feral grin from Rahul, who was now panting heavily.
“And I wanna lick her pussy,” Adam whispered in a husky, hot voice, his eyes never leaving Febin’s. “Your slut Nanncy’s pussy… I want to taste her and feel her juices on my tongue.”
Febin’s hand stilled for a moment, his eyes widening with a mix of shock and excitement. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whimper. “You really want to… with her?”
Adam’s eyes gleamed with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating. “More than anything,” he confessed, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I want to bury my face between her legs and feel her shiver against my tongue.” The thought of tasting his best friend’s mother , of making her moan and beg, was all-consuming.
Febin’s grip on his own cock tightened, his eyes never leaving Adam’s face. “And I wanna see you do it,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust. “I want to watch as you screw her, make her yours.”
Adam nodded, his breathing becoming more erratic. “Yeah,” he murmured, his eyes glazed over with desire. “And when she’s all wet and ready, I wanna slide this into her,” he said, holding up the panty-covered cock. “I wanna feel her tightness, her warmth… I wanna hear her beg for it.” Febin couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but at the same time, he couldn’t deny the way his body was reacting.
“ My Gosh!”. Adam sniffed the gusset of the panty. He inhaled the aroma deep into his lungs.
The two friends stared at each other, panting, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. They were crossing a line that could never be uncrossed, and yet the excitement of the forbidden act only seemed to spur them on. Febin took the panties from Adam’s trembling hand and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply. The scent was like a drug, a heady mix of his mother’s arousal and the musky aroma of his own desire.
“Give it to me,” Adam asked for the panties. Febin’s hand hovered, unsure of what to do. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But something in Adam’s gaze, the raw need that mirrored his own, made him drop the fabric into his friend’s hand. “Let me,” Adam murmured, and Fabian felt his cheeks burn as he nodded. He stepped closer, his hand wrapping around Febin’s hard cock. The touch was foreign, yet familiar, a blend of fear and excitement that sent shivers down his spine. His own hand went to Adam’s cock, mimicking the motion, feeling the heat and the pulse beneath his palm. They stroked each other in unison. Feb couldn’t believe what was happening, that he was letting another boy touch him like this, but the shame was drowned out by the pleasure that bloomed with each firm pull.
Their breaths grew ragged, their eyes never leaving each other’s faces. The tension in the air was palpable, a living thing that grew with each passing second. Febin’s orgasm built, his hips jerking as he approached the edge. He could feel it,
And then it hit him, a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. He came with a strangled cry, his body convulsing as semen shot from his cock like a cannon, painting the wall and the floor in a messy, sticky pattern. Adam watched, his own hand still moving on Febin’s shaft, his eyes wide with amazement. He had never seen anything so raw, so primal, and it was all he could do to hold back his own climax. Febin’s hand remained on the panties, holding them to Adam’s face, the scent of his mother’s desire filling the space . Adam moaned, his voice hoarse with passion. Febin pumped Adam’s cock harder, feeling the heat and the power of it in his hand.
Adam’s eyes rolled back in his head as he neared his climax, his hips bucking wildly. Febin felt excitement as he watched his friend lose control, the fabric of the panty pressed tight against Adam’s face, muffling his cries. The scent of his mother’s arousal filled his friend’s nose.
With a guttural groan, Adam came, his hot seed spurting into the toilet bowl with a force that made Febin’s own orgasm seem tame by comparison. The sound of it hitting the water was like a thunderclap in the quiet of the stall, echoing off the tiles and leaving a faint mist in the air. Febin started, his hand still wrapped around the base of Adam’s cock, the fabric of the panty sticking to the sticky mess that now coated his friend’s stomach.
They both stood there, panting and trembling, the aftermath of their shared climax .Adam’s lips curled into a smile, and Febin felt his own face relax into a grin. A strange sense of satisfaction.
“Bro, that was fucking amazing,” Adam whispered, his eyes still glazed with lust. Febinnodded, unable to find the words to describe the whirlwind of emotions that swirled within him.
For the rest of the day, the memory of their shared secret hung heavy in the air between them. They walked to their classes, the fabric of the panties hidden in the pocket of Febin’s jeans, a silent witness to their taboo act.
The rain had slowed to a drizzle, leaving the streets slick and shimmering. Febin Splashed through puddles, the cool water a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered in his loins. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the world had changed, that the rain had washed away the invisible barriers that once kept his desires at bay. Every step was a rebellion, every drop of rain a whisper of his mother’s name.
His thoughts were a tangled web of need and longing. His cock throbbed with the memory of her warm, wet embrace, demanding more. He felt like a caged animal, desperate to return to her side, to feel her body quiver beneath him once again. The school uniform felt like a costume, a flimsy disguise that could not contain the raging beast within.
He tiptoed through the house, his eyes searching for her, his ears straining to catch the faintest sound of her movement. The kitchen door was ajar, and through the crack, he could see the soft glow of the evening light spilling onto the tiles. His heart raced as he approached, the anticipation building with every step.
There she was, his mother, Nancy, being hunted over with the grace of a gazelle, her bottom upthrust as she swept the floor. The white of her skirt was stark against the dark fabric of her blouse, a beacon of purity that only served to heighten his depraved desire. Her panties were slightly visible through her skirt, the fabric clinging to the contours of her sex.The sight of her bent form sent a jolt of lust through Febin, his cock swelling painfully in his jeans. He stepped closer, his breath catching in his throat as the scent of her filled his nostrils.His mouth watered, his tongue eager to trace that same path.
With a hunger that surprised even him, he dropped to his knees behind her, his eyes feasting on the curves that he knew so well. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and lifted the back of her skirt. The fabric was wet and cold, but the heat of her body warmed it almost immediately. He took a moment to drink in the sight of her bare pussy, the soft folds glistening with rainwater. The tip of his tongue darted out, and before he could think better of it, he was licking her with the madness of a starving man presented with a feast. He heard her gasp, the sound muffled by the fabric of her blouse. Her hand flew to her mouth, but she made no move to stop him. Instead, she pushed back slightly, her hips rocking into his eager mouth. The taste of her was intoxicating, the musky scent of arousal that filled the air.
Nancy’s eyes grew wide with shock and pleasure as she felt Febin’s tongue dance over her clit. Her knees threatened to buckle, and she had to lean heavily on the mope to keep herself upright. The rain outside had become a gentle serenade, a backdrop to the illicit symphony unfolding in the kitchen. Her body responded with a hunger that surprised even her, her hips moving in time with his ministrations.
The floor was cold and hard against his knees, but Febin didn’t care. All he could focus on was the sweet taste of his mother’s pussy, the way she quivered against his mouth. He licked her with the fervor of a man possessed, his tongue probing and exploring every inch of her. He felt her tense, her muscles tightening around his face as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
“Where’s dad?” he murmured, his voice muffled by her flesh.
“In the bathroom,” she managed to reply, her voice a sultry whisper.
The revelation that his father was in the shower, mere feet away, sent a thrill of danger through Febini’s body. He could feel his cock pulse with excitement at the thought of being caught. He stood up, his eyes never leaving hers as he unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang free, the head already slick with pre-cum.
“Mom,” he whispered, his voice thick with need.
Nancy’s eyes grew wide with a mix of horror and excitement. She knew what was coming, had felt it before, but the suddenness of it all made her heart race. She turned to face him, her hand dropping to her side, the broom forgotten. Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of doubt, any reason to stop. But all she saw was desire, raw and unfiltered.
With one quick motion, Febin grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to him. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock nudging against her. She gasped as he pushed forward, the head of his cock sliding into her wetness. The head of his cock slowly slid inside the folds of his mother’s cunt. He felt the pleasure of sinking his cock into a mound of butter. He was thicker than she remembered, and she felt a brief stab of pain as he stretched her. But the pain melted away, replaced by a warm, welcoming sensation that seemed to envelop her.
They stood there for a moment, their eyes locked, the only sound the rain outside and their harsh, mingled breaths. Then, with a groan that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul, Febin thrust home. Nancy’s legs gave out, and she would have fallen had he not been holding her so tightly. Her cries of pleasure were swallowed by the storm, lost in the symphony of rain and wind.
He began to move, his hips pistoning into her with the same rhythm as the rain outside. Each thrust sent a bolt of pleasure through her body, and she clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders. Nancy couldn’t stand the pleasure of the spherical head of her son’s cock rubbing on her G-spot. The kitchen floor was cold and hard, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the feeling of his cock filling her, the way his hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements. Febin squeezed Nancy’s round buttocks. “Hurry up, son. Dad is upstairs”. Nancy warned her son .
” Mmm okay mom “ He grunted .
Her pussy clenched around him, eager for more, and Febin’s movements grew more frantic. He knew he didn’t have much time—his father could come out at any moment—but he couldn’t help himself. He needed her, craved her, more than he had ever craved anything in his life. His mother’s cries grew louder, her breath coming in sharp gasps. He could feel her getting closer, her body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm.
And then it hit, like a bolt of lightning from the storm outside. Nancy’s body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on his cock as she came. Febin felt her release trigger his own, and he spilled into her with a roar of pleasure. They remained like that for a moment, locked in their passionate embrace, the rain a gentle serenade to their shared moment of ecstasy.
As their breathing slowed, the reality of what they had done began to sink in. They were both aware of the precariousness of their situation, the thin line they were treading between love and madness. But for now, all that mattered was the feeling of their bodies entwined, the secret they shared in the heart of the storm.
They disentangled themselves slowly, their movements almost tender in the aftermath. Nancy pulled her skirt down, smoothing the wrinkles with trembling hands. She knew they couldn’t continue like this, that their love was a ticking time bomb. But she also knew that she couldn’t bear to let him go, not when he made her feel so alive.
With one last, lingering kiss, Febin pulled away, tucking his cock back into his pants. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers. Then, with a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world, he turned and left the kitchen, the screen door slamming shut behind him.
The rain had stopped, and the world outside was washed clean. But inside, the house felt heavier, the air thick with the scent of their sin. Nancy leaned against the kitchen counter, her legs still trembling, her heart racing. The day had only just begun, and already it was filled with secrets and lies. But she knew that when the night came, she would be in her son’s arms again, unable to resist the siren’s call of their forbidden love.
He walked into the bathroom , the tile floor cold against his bare feet. His father’s clothes were in the basket , a reminder of the man who was oblivious to the depravity that unfolded in his own house. He felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly drowned out by the lingering taste of his mother on his lips, the feel of her body against his. He turned the shower on, the water cascading over his still-hard cock, mixing with the evidence of their tryst. He felt a strange mix of fear and excitement at the thought of his father discovering them, the danger adding a thrilling edge to their illicit encounters.
Nancy waited until she heard the water flowing before she moved. She quickly wiped down the kitchen floor, erasing any sign of their impromptu lovemaking. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves,
Thomas stumbled into the kitchen, the crisp sound of his work boots echoing off the tile floor. His eyes searched the room, still adjusting to the stark contrast of the bright lights after a long week of night shifts. “Hi, hon,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. Nancy looked up from the stove, her apron smudged with flour, a wooden spoon in hand. She’d been up for hours preparing dinner, a silent protest against the emptiness that filled the house when Thomas was working the graveyard shift.
“You’re ready early,” she said, trying to keep the disappointment from her voice. The smell of meatloaf filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of Thomas’ aftershave. He walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck. “Missed you,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. Nancy leaned into his embrace, feeling the weight of his tiredness and the comfort of his touch. “Do you want something to eat before you go?” she asked, her voice quivering slightly.
Thomas pulled away, his gaze drifting to the clock on the wall. “No, I’ve got to get going,” he said, his voice filled with resignation. He kissed her on the cheek and started to turn, his hand lingering on her hip. “Is Febin home?”
Nancy nodded, her heart racing. She hadn’t planned for this. “Yes, he’s upstairs,” she said, her voice low. “Taking a bath, I think.”
Thomas’ eyes narrowed slightly, and he strode towards the stairs. Nancy’s thoughts spun in a whirlwind of panic. Fabin had left her in such a state, and she hadn’t had the time to clean up. But before she could call out to him, Thomas was back, his pants unzipped, his penis standing erect. “You bend over,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Nancy’s eyes widened, and she glanced around the kitchen. The counter was sticky with spilled juice, the sink filled with dirty dishes, but she had no choice. She bent over, her heart hammering in her chest, and Thomas lifted her skirt. She felt the tip of his penis nudge against her, the reality of the situation making her stomach clench. “What if Fabin comes?” she managed to ask, her voice strained.
“Don’t worry about it,” Thomas said, his breath hot against her ear. “Just a quickie before I go.” He pushed into her with a grunt, his hips moving with a hunger that had nothing to do with the food simmering on the stove. Nancy bit her lip, trying to muffle her whimpers.
Thomas’ hands gripped her hips tightly as he thrust into her, his breathing growing ragged. “You’re already wet,” he said with a grin, his voice filled with a happiness that was as alarming as it was arousing.
Nancy felt a jolt of horror. Their son’s semen was still inside her, and she hadn’t had a chance to clean up. She bit her tongue, tasting the metallic tang of fear. “It’s just… it’s just been a while,” she managed to say, her voice strained.
Thomas chuckled, mistaking her anxiety for passion. He slammed into her with a ferocity that made the kitchen utensils clatter against the sink. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, punctuated by Nancy’s muffled gasps. She felt the war mth of her own son’s seed being pushed out by her husband’s thick dick, and she had to fight back the urge to retch.
Thomas’ movements grew more erratic, his grunts echoing through the kitchen. Nancy’s thoughts raced, trying to figure out what to do. She couldn’t let him find out, couldn’t let the truth come to light. She clenched her fists and focused on the rhythm of his thrusts, trying to match her own responses to the tempo he set.
With each pump, Thomas’ oblivion grew more apparent. His eyes were closed tight, his face a mask of pleasure, and Nancy felt a strange mix of revulsion and pity. He had no idea what he was doing, no clue to the betrayal he was committing unknowingly. She bit her lip and moaned, her voice a forced symphony of pleasure that seemed to spur him on.
Finally, she felt the warm gush of Thomas’ semen fill her, mixing with the remnants of Fabin’s. The sensation was foreign and overwhelming, a testament to the twisted reality of the situation. She gritted her teeth and held onto the counter, her body shuddering as Thomas’ grip loosened and his hips stilled. He pulled out of her with a satisfied sigh, his penis glistening in the kitchen light.
“Damn, I needed that,” Thomas said, tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up. Nancy straightened, her legs wobbly, and smoothed down her skirt. She couldn’t help the tears that stung her eyes as she watched him wash his hands in the sink, completely oblivious to the storm of emotions raging within her.
The kitchen was silent except for the ticking of the clock and the distant sound of water running upstairs. The scent of their mingled bodily fluids lingered in the air, a stark reminder of what had just transpired. Nancy felt the weight of both her husband’s and son’s seeds in her, a grotesque amalgamation that seemed to be a symbol of the tangled mess her life had become.
Her eyes fell to the kitchen floor, noticing the spilled juice she had been too preoccupied to clean. She took a shaky breath and began to move, her legs feeling like jelly as she walked over to the sink. The water was still running upstairs, and she could hear Fabin’s faint whistling.
Thomas’s car roared to life outside, and she watched his taillights fade into the night, a sense of relief washing over her.
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