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Description:

A short tale about two incestuous lovers on the run.


Disclaimer:

#include "std_disclaimer.h"

All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my imagination.  
Constructive e-mail welcome.


The Hunted
==========
by Caesar, copyright (c) 1996


The helicopter lowered close enough to the surface, that the
blades caused the salt water to soon cover the woman completely. 
The cool water soaked through her light summer dress and hair, as
she ignored the water and looked up into the glass canopy.  The
pilot hovered close enough that his mirrored glasses could easily
be seen and the attractive woman shivered in fright.  

From the vantage point of the pilot, she never moved.  Sarah
forced her fingernails into the palms of her hand to still her
fear and her body.  She could see that the male pilot spoke into
the microphone attached to his bright yellow helmet and then
seemed to wait.  

Time flowed incredibly slowly as the fearful mother felt her
patience disintegrate.  Just when she thought she could no longer
control her fear, the twin huey suddenly rose and then rushed
over her head.  The deep thumps of its rotors loud until it
rounded the peak of the low mountain and fell then behind it. 
The echoing sound soon faded away.

Sarah fell into the foot of water about her ankles, her body now
trembling violently and she allowed the tears to come.  A half
full bucket of clams sat a foot from her, forgotten.  It wasn't
long until a distant voice yelled out to her, the shrill sound
obviously scared for her.  

Minutes later, strong youthful arms wrapped about her shoulders
and a head was placed next to hers.  "Thank god mom!"  The tide
was slowing coming in and the sandbar that she sat upon appeared
to be slowly sinking beneath her.  Her son, moved his arms
beneath her shoulders and lifted her.  "Come on mom.  Lets get
back to the Sarah Jane."  Years ago, her husband had named his
sailboat in honour of his wife.  

That had been before.

Sarah tried to help her son and wrapped an arm about his
shoulder, yet fear disabled her almost completely.  It had been
much like this for the last few weeks, her fifteen year-old son
had cared for her more than the reverse.  She felt proud that he
was turning into a man, yet she also felt humble when her young
son took the pinnacle position within their relationship.  It was
supposed to be the reverse, she thought.

"We should move the sailboat mom, before the helicopter comes
back."  They reached warm dry sand and continued up the short
rise and over the driftwood.  "I don't think he saw her but he'll
know she's about."  He meant the Sarah Jane.  

The young man rushed the two of them through the very dense
forest and suddenly the forty-six foot craft sat before them.  It
had been the pride of her successful husband, and the dread of
hers.  Sarah hated the ocean, but found refuge on it when she
most needed it.  Her son grew up on the ship with his father and
knew how to sail the Sarah Jane better than even her husband,
Mike.  Though his youthful impatience often showed through in his
sailing, as it did in his life. 

Wading out, he helped his mother up onto the stern and waited for
her to safely gain the cockpit.  David knew of his mother's fear
of the water and respected that emotion.  In fact, he respected
and admired everything about her.  Climbing a board, he untied
the two lines from overhanging branches and then started the
engine to back out of the tight confines of the overgrown forest. 
Usually Sarah helped with crewing the ship but David correctly
assumed she needed time to collect herself.  

Within the hour, the craft drove forward under full sail as the
sleek craft sliced through the water.  Sarah, had disappeared
below long before the craft had reached open water.  David
shouted at the wind and spray as he joyfully drove his ship with
the wind.  It had been like this for several weeks, but it was
the first time someone had found them.

North of Gibbons David knew it would take much to find them
again.  It was simply luck that his mother had been several
hundred feet from the shore when the search helicopter had found
her.  Far away from the nearest cover.  He had seen his mothers
paralysis as she stood bravely before the hovering 'copter. 
Soon, he would be able to anchor the Sarah Jane in another remote
and concealed spot while the search continued.  David hoped
another incident like today would never happen to his mother
again.

Sarah woke hours later, her face itchy with the dried tears and
her still wet salty body cold in the chill night air.  In the
stern main cabin, she lay lonely and wondering if the path her
son and she had embarked on had been the right one.  She often
thought she was doing something wrong, something immoral and even
illegal.  Yet, love made her do things that she would never have
thought about.  

The long straight haired brunette sat up in the firm twin bed and
realized the Sarah Jane was again at anchor.  The sound of gentle
waves washing against the metal hull and the easy movement of the
sailboat told the tale.  She may dislike the water, but she had
learned a few things in the last few years with her husband.

With easy movements, the thirty six-year-old woman slide out of
bed and stood in the only open spot in the cabin to remove her
damp clothing.  She pulled off all her clothing then shivering,
she quickly pulled on a huge wool sweater and plain white
panties.  The boat was quiet, so unnatural since her son liked to
listen to his music rather loudly, at all hours of the day. 
Sarah opened the thin wooden door to find the rest of the small
ship to be dark.  The only light was from the three-quarter moon
coming through the portholes along the starboard side of the
lounge.

For only a second the earlier fear touched her and she shivered
with fear.  Then she heard her son's familiar snore from forward. 
He must be asleep in the fore cabin.  It was very much like him
to allow her to calm herself and took control of the situation to
find another spot to anchor.  Stealing through the rest of the
ship, the attractive mother slowly opened the door to her sons
small triangular shaped cabin.

She took a moment to admire his sleep form, so youthful so
calming to her soul.  Moments like this was when she knew why she
had left her husband, why they lived like renegades.  With cat-
like grace she crawled into bed next to her son.  He normally
slept very soundly and never even realized someone was working
the thick quilt down his body.  Sarah smiled when she saw he
hadn't worn anything to bed but she simply tore her eyes away and
slid her body down along his before covering the both of them up.

Laying her head onto his shoulder, the woman closed her eyes and
felt love for the only man who hadn't treated her as an object. 
Soon, she also slept soundly.

David felt the smooth warm skin of his mothers legs along his own
strong limbs.  She was curled up next to him, sleeping.  He was
surprised that she had crawled into his bed rather than sleep the
night through.  She wore her favourite thick wool sweater that
could easily cover the two of them.  

He loved his mother with a passion that had started the first
night she had crawled half naked into his bed.  That was when it
had started and they had not turned back from the path they both
now enjoyed.  

They were lovers.

As she slept, he moved his hand down to rest it against her panty
covered bottom.  David lifted the edge of her wool sweater to her
waist and then moved his hand on top of the cotton briefs.  Ever
since he could remember, he as obsessed with her round firm
bottom.  As a kid he used to hug her leg and press his head into
her ass just to be close to it, though he never realized why at
the time.  And later, when he started to discover his own
maturity and temperament he often stole glances at his mothers
shapely ass.  Though guilty feelings often accompanied these
voyeuristic moments, he found his desire more powerful than his
guilt.  The last few weeks together, she came to realize his
enjoyment of her bottom and not once hindered him in any way.

Gently, the young man rolled his mother away from him, onto her
back.  Her sleep was disrupted momentarily before her breathing
again became slow.  David rolled onto his side and pushed the
quilt down their bodies.  The darkness covered her effectively,
yet his desire easily pierced it to place his hand again upon
her, this time above her pubic mound.

Sarah awoke slowly with the realization that a hand was gently
touching her.  The manly scent of her son was easily
distinguishable and she feigned sleep to discover what else he
would do with her.  Her legs were slightly apart, enough for him
to slide two fingers along her mound down far between her legs.
She felt the hand expertly move her clean white cotton panty to
the side and the fingers again travelled the same course.  This
time, they slipped between her outer lips and slide down the
length of her sensitive inner pink folds.  She could not control
the gentle lifting her pelvis, but continued to feign sleep.

David smiled in the dark as his mothers body reacted to his
touches.  Besides her buttocks, he had always been attracted to
her long smooth firm legs.  Not until he was older did he
appreciate how youthful they had remained, compared to other
older ladies his mothers age.  His fingers, now sporting a light
coating of her sexual lubricant, gently strolled down her inner
thigh to just above her knees.  She moaned in her sleep and moved
her knees a few more inches apart.  Quickly squirming down the
bed, David placed a single passionate kiss on the inside of his
mother's thigh about half way from her crotch to her knee.

Hands came down and entwined into his long unkept hair.  "Well
dear, couldn't sleep?"  She was teasing her son, and her voice
told him so.

Kissing again, an inch higher, he continued, "I had this dream
mom."  Before she could say anything, he continued.  "About a
sexy woman who loved hard cock so much she couldn't get enough."

Sarah giggled to her son's amusement.  It rarely pleased her when
he used vulgar language with regard to their relationship.  It
made her feel cheap.  And the only time he did use it was when he
was horny.  Which was more often than not since they chose not to
live a lie.  Another part of her was worried that what he said
was the truth, she could not physically imagine living without
her son's cock.  So, Sarah, pulled her son's hair upwards towards
her sex.  Mostly to silence him, but partially to give her body
the attention it needed.

Yet, David was learning that he could have anything when it came
to his sexy older woman.  Holding his face a few inches from her
moist and musky smelling sex, he toyed with her.  "Do you know
any women that fit that description mother?"  So he played the
verbal game with her, something she didn't relish but understood.

She was also experienced enough to know that he would only
continue to push until he got his way.  It was a trait he had got
from his father, something that Sarah loathed.  She used a voice
that often worked on him, her girlish pleading voice, as she
attempted to again distract her only son.  "Please baby!"  The
renewed tug, and message, towards her sex could not be
interpreted in any other way.  

In the dark, she felt his hand move up to the junction between
her legs and a finger surprised her when it wormed its way easily
up her vagina.  Sarah gasped out and arched her back in pleasure,
it wasn't the tongue she had been craving but for the last few
years any sexual attention was enjoyed immensely.  The finger
pumped within her folds several times before being easily
extracted.  She groaned out, feeling her resolve disintegrate and
whined for more attention.

David smiled and knew how to get his mother to become a desirable
sexual slave to her own desires.  She often played the dominant
maternal role until he suddenly showed any interest in her
sexually.  Then it was simply a matter of deciding how he wanted
her, and he did indeed want her.  Right now he wanted her to beg
for him.  Slowly, reaching up her body, he moved his hand to her
face and slide the finger into her mouth.

She knew what he had planned before he did it, her own strong
scent preceded the digit and she allowed the finger to enter
fully into her mouth.  It wasn't the first time she tasted her
own bodily fluids, most often upon the skin of her young son and
lover, and it excited her realizing when her son's finger had
just come from.  In fact, she realized she became excited with
almost anything her son did to her or around her.  Sarah
remembered when she had recently watched her son masturbate, she
could remember how strong her own orgasm was or the hours of
pleasure David enjoyed with her afterwards.  She could not say no
to her son, or to their incestuous relationship, when she felt
the familiar rush of warmth and electricity flow through her
veins she was a submissive to her desire.

David felt her lips enclose his finger and sucked upon it firmly. 
She pulled his paw from her mouth to moan, "Mommy needs your cock
baby."  She resumed her fanatic sucking.
 
He pulled his hand down again towards the juncture of her legs. 
Before his hand reached her sparsely furred mound, he placed a
single kiss directly upon her clitoris.  As he knew it would, she
gasped loudly and squealed with delight.  His mother had a hair
trigger clit.  "Mommy needs to ask properly!"  Her legs had
earlier been moved widely apart, so that he now knelt directly
below her.  The hand again strolled down her sloppy wet vaginal
lips to stop against the hard wrinkled hole between the cheeks of
her ass.

Sarah tried to relax her anus as the finger firmly pressed into
her, she gasped out loudly in surprise and painful pleasure.  It
was too much, he could have her any way he wished, and they both
knew it.  He simply wanted to hear those words from her.  "Fuck
me David!"  

He passed the second knuckle and stopped to enjoy the firm
pressure of her sphincter muscle about her index finger.  Using a
surprised analytical voice, he asked, "Where dearest mother? 
Where would you like me to fuck you?"

It was simply too much, the game had gone far enough, Sarah
needed his cock immediately.  She didn't care anymore, "Fuck me
anywhere David!"  She was practically shouting within the small
triangular fore cabin.  Her son rotated his finger within her
asshole and she quickly added, "Fuck my ass baby, is that what
you want?  Fuck my tight asshole and make me scream."

Calmly, with the smile which could almost be heard in his voice,
David asked, "But what is it you want mother dearest?"

"All I want is your cock!"  She groaned out when he took a long
lick from the edge of his invading finger to her clitoris.  Even
this far gone within her excitement, she knew what her son liked. 
"And your cum baby!  Mommy wants you to cum inside me, on my
face, in my ass!  Anywhere you want to baby."  The sound of her
own nasty words also excited the middle-aged woman, and knew her
son may indeed do the things she begged him for.  If not this
time together, then maybe next time.  Everything she asked him
for, he had delivered at least once since they ran away to be
lovers of the flesh.  Sarah knew what it felt like to have her
sons sperm and his eyes upon the smooth skin of her face.

This time David groaned.  Sarah felt his unbalanced movements in
the dark and knew what he was doing and shivered in excitement. 
Her son straddled her head with his knees before bending over his
mother, his breath blowing upon her hot sex.  His own hard
phallus pressed into the side of her face and she moved her head
enough so her hungry mouth could engulf him.  It was one of the
most degrading things she could do, and the most exciting - to
suck upon her son's hard penis.

His body lay over hers, inverted perfectly to allow his mouth
access to her sex and her mouth to his.  A finger again pressed
into her anus, while a tongue was flicking the hard enlarged
excited clitoris.  Whenever she moaned, the sound caused his
penis to reverberate within her mouth,  which then caused a moan
of enjoyment to escape from his lips.  Her son moved his pelvis
back and forth, his cock pumping in and out of his mothers hungry
mouth.

David knew if he slowed, his mother would not reach the orgasm
which she so strongly needed.  She would also be the slut he now
desired, nothing was forbidden when she was in this mood.  "Mom?" 
He spoke from between each flick of her clitoris.  "Stick your
tongue in my ass mom."  

Sarah didn't motion in any way that she had heard him, and his
words took a few seconds to filter through her excitement.  She
withdrew her mouth and stuck out her tongue, which came in
contact with his hairy balls.  This was something new, something
they had not yet tried and she rushed to do it.  Anxious to
please her young man and the nasty realization of what she was
doing excited her immensely.  Her tongue slide between the cheeks
of his buttocks and navigated through the fine hairs surrounding
his anus before she felt the wrinkled hard muscle of his
sphincter.  The mother felt the finger inside her bottom press
deeper into her as she forced a centimetre of her tongue into the
asshole above her.

Time slowed for the two lovers as they grunted and groaned under
the intense pleasure they both found with the other.  Sarah, felt
the orgasm quickly approach and squealed out as the powerful
energy exploded from her vagina.  David, his head held firmly
between her strong smooth thighs could do little but wait for her
to finish.  His own orgasm not yet close to finishing.  

Sarah barely felt her son's movement above her, as was often the
case after one of her stronger orgasms.  She felt her body being
turned onto its side and her upper leg being bent upwards towards
her chest.  Then she felt the blunt hard object enter into her
still wet sensitive folds.  

Though he could not see at all in the cramped space, he had
watching his mothers body enough to picture her lazy movements
and her lovely tanned skin.  David straddled her lower leg and
aimed his cock into her.  She moaned slightly as he slid himself
all the way into her.  

So often it was like this after his mothers initial orgasm.  She
was so exhausted that she was useless for several minutes, while
he was ready for more.  The first time be began to use her limp
body he was worried she would be angry with him, but she had
found it exciting that he could not control himself and still
wanted her.  Every time she became exhausted and limp, his erotic
attentions caused her body to quickly recuperate.

Kneeling over his mother's body gave the young man a great angle
to begin to earnestly jack-rabbit his cock in and out of her
sloppy hot hole.  She simply moaned softly for a few moments
before the lustful sounds she made became stronger and louder. 
The young man felt his mothers hand and between her own legs, and
whenever she could reach him, to fondle his pendulum-like balls.  

David lifted her upper leg until it was pointed straight up, her
foot next to his ear.  This gave him something to hold onto while
his hips began to speed up.  The erotic sloppy sounds as their
bodies slapped together was always exciting to the teenager, as
was the way his mother encouraged him with her body's movements. 
She often tried to time her orgasms with his own, and this time
it seemed like they were both climbing towards the pinnacle of
sexual enjoyment mutually.  

The bow of the sailboat was rocking slightly and perhaps the
muted noise of lustful enjoyment could be heard outside.  Mike
saw the movement of his craft and imagined the rest.  It was only
weeks ago, that he had walked in on his wife and son to witness
the sodomy David gave her even while his mother verbally urged
him on.  It was paralysing and a definite blow to the rich and
powerful businessman.  He simply walked out of the house and
returned to his deserted office to think.  When anger replaced
his astonishment and he wanted action instead of answers, he
returned to his house to find the bed still in a mess and his
family gone.  It wasn't long until he also discovered the Sarah
Jane missing, a hypothesis was easy after that.  

What he would do with them when he finally caught up with them,
he wasn't sure.  Sometimes he thought of murder, other times of
exposing them for what they were doing and let public scrutiny
deal with them.  In fact Mike hadn't a clue what he was going to
do.  That is, until he came upon his lovingly tended sloop
anchored well out of normal travelled zones.  

It wasn't so hard to find them, after the helicopter pilot
radioed that he had discovered his wife upon the beach.  A few
calls to associates that owed him favours and who had the
resources to help find his wife and their only child.  The
satellite followed the Sarah Jane as his son was seen piloting
the craft through the rough seas.  Before the satellite had
passed beyond sight, the craft was seen heading towards an inlet
with only a few possible anchorages.  The rest was easy.

The zodiac bumped gently against the stern of the Sarah Jane and
the seaman held it to the side while Mike expertly climbed up
over the side.  He waved off the small single engine craft and
threw a small bag he had been carrying into the cockpit.  They
had come only a mile, from another craft Mike owned but had only
used it for social occasions, an executive sixty foot motor
yacht.  He had been living in its spacious interior while
coordinating the search through satellite hook up and by cellular
phone.   Technology made his job much easier than it would have
been otherwise.

When the night was again quiet and dark, Mike realized it had not
just been his imagination when he heard the sounds of lovemaking. 
As well, the Sarah Jane was definitely rocking slightly.  These
long weeks of holding in his anger boiled to the surface and the
rage gave him strength.  Opening the cockpit hatch he slowly
descended into the large lounge.  The familiar squeals of his
wife was loud within his sailboat, and the grunts of his son was
also recognizable.  They were definitely in the bow of the ship.

Sarah violently shoved her cunt up to the root of her son's cock
to meet his own down thrust.  The effect was loud and sent small
electric sexual energy currents through her middle-aged body with
each thrust.  Sarah's passion became vocalized and she realized
she was breathing loud and fast while squealing with each slap of
skin.  Her son kissed and fondled her calf and ankle as his
grunts became louder and she felt his penis expand momentarily
knowing his orgasm was fast approaching.  Her voice sounded
distant to her as she heard herself plead for his cum - knowing
her own orgasm would begin when she felt the super hot sperm
flood her womb.

Several things happened within the space of seconds; David
growled loudly and let fly, flooding the inside of his mother
with incestuous sperm.  Sarah, as she had predicted, suddenly
squealing long and hard as her body suddenly spasmed with the
delight of the flooding her body endured, her orgasm exploded
within her body and mind in almost perfect time with her loving
son.  Mike opened the door and allowed the dim light of the
lounge to spotlight the two lovers, he scowled and ground his
teeth watching the two sweaty bodies convulse under mutual
orgasm.

David noticed his father first, before the old man began to clap
his hands together.  The teenager jumped back, out of breath from
his orgasm but with enough energy to throw himself into the wedge
of the prow.  His mother lay at his feet watching her son,
without noticing the open door and her husband above her head.  

It was the look on David's face that startled her, that and she
realized there was a dim light that was enough to see within the
tiny cabin.  She turned her face upside down and gasped out when
she saw her husband standing sneering at her.  Sarah still didn't
hear a sound but saw his hands clapping together.  It was obvious
he had been there long enough to witness enough of her sinful
lust.

Sarah turned quickly about and used one hand to move her large
sweater over her sweaty buttocks, effectively hiding her
nakedness.  "Oh god, Mike!"  Her stretched white cotton panties
were pulled almost all they way off her bottom and were
effectively ruined by her son's exertions.

David echoed his mother horror, "Dad!"

He clapped a few more times before stopping.  "Well, I finally
found you."  He was looking down at his wife.  "And basically
doing the same thing from when I last saw you.  Had I known you
were such a fiery slut I would have rented you out so at least
you would have been of some use."  His words were not spoken in
jest but in anger, the bitterness bite her with each word.

She hadn't moved, but started to speak, "Look Mike, I'll give you
whatever you want okay?  I'll..."

He cut in, "You'll do nothing slut!"  He was practically
shouting, and David could see his fathers hands trembling in
barely contained anger.  He knew when not to interfere and didn't
say a word.  "In fact, you will only do what I ask or everyone
will know that your fucking your own son."  

Sarah bit her lip, this was the one thing that she feared most,
to be discovered by her friends and peers.  She would certainly
become an outcast and she wondered if the law could harm her. 
She was again under her husband's desire, just like all the years
of their marriage.  But this was worse.

Mike took several seconds to collect his anger, to use it for the
plan he hand formulated when he saw the satellite pictures of the
Sarah Jane aimed towards this very spot.  The thought of murder
was replaced with new thoughts.

"David."  His eyes finally focused on his only son.  In truth he
barely blamed the boy, knowing the urges of a young man can be
all controlling.  It was his slutty wife that deserved most of
the blame.  "Get to the bow and wait for your mother."  Yet, he
would never trust David again either.

His voice didn't leave much room for argument, but the boy found
nerve enough to speak up.  "Dad please!?  It wasn't moms
fault..."

"Shut up David.  Do as I say."  The boy jumped to comply, even
forgetting his nakedness in fear of the man who raised him.  The
boy practically ran through the lounge and into the master
bedroom.

Sarah wondered if her husband was going to hurt her, the one
thing she had not worried too much about.  Physical pain was
easier to deal with than any mental pain he distributed.  "Take
that sweater off Sarah."  His voice was surprisingly calm after
the last few moments of quivering anger.  She sat up onto her
ankles and pulled the huge wool garment off her body.  "You
slut...", he paused to take a deep breath calming the sudden rush
of rage he felt.  "Sarah, your going to go back to the rear cabin
and fuck our young son one last time."  She frowned in surprise. 
"In fact, your going to do every nasty kinky thing that you had
ever done.  Your going to get him to cum all over your face and
tits.  Your going to scream when he fucks your asshole again." 
He said, "again", with much venom, remembering the last time he
interrupted them.  "Your going to be the slut with him that you
never were with me.  Do you understand bitch?"

She nodded no.  Sarah understood what he wanted her to do, but
not why.

"Your going to go back there and fuck your lover, my son, while I
take pictures of the whole thing."  She started to vigorously nod
'no'.  It of course was ignored.  "I'm going to get full colour
pictures of the two of you as you fuck for the last time.  And it
will be the last time slut, or the pictures will be distributed
to every possible person you or I know.  You will ruin your own
life as well as David's if the pictures get out."  She felt the
blood drain from her face and the cold words of her husband
scared her more than his fists would have.  

"I'm not going to live with a slut who fucks her own son, so you
will not contest the divorce, nor will you ever knowingly see
your son again.  Do you understand Sarah?"  He was again cold,
the consummate businessman.

She nodded then answered quietly, "Yes Mike."  

The slap surprised her, he had never touched her in anger nor did
he give any indication that he was about too.  Sarah had expected
him to beat her but after his speech, she had no more reason to
fear a physical beating.  

"Never say my name again bitch.  You will only call me 'sir' or
so help me I'll crack you one again slut!" He was waving his fist
in her face while she contemplated on baiting her husband to
anger him enough to hurt her.  The abuse of being hit was
preferable to being blackmailed into giving up the only thing in
her life that she truly loved and desired.  

"Get up there."  He moved aside and motioned for her to go aft. 
She started to move but his hand grabbed her upper arm and he
moved his mouth close to her ear.  "When we get back to Vancouver
and before the divorce comes through your mine Sarah.  You will
do everything you have with David for me right slut?"

It was the last straw, the ultimate blow to her frail emotional
mind.  Sarah nodded affirmative to his demand, hearing the
malicious pleasure of her husbands voice and could only imagine
the horrible things she would have to do for him.  She saw no way
out of the trap she found herself in.

Mike let go of his wife's arm and watched as she moved to the
rear of the craft.  Her spirit broken, her shoulders slumped and
her body looked tiny before she entered the rear cabin and was
hidden from his sight.  The man suddenly felt better, his anger
was gone and replaced with eagerness to start his plan.  

Retrieving and opening the bag he had brought on board with him,
he pulled out the expensive camera and several rolls of film. 
Soon these same rolls would contain enough evidence to put his
wife again under his control and place his son as far away from
the both of them as possible.  Mike even laughed slightly when he
thought of the sudden addition to the plan, having his wife as
his own slut until the divorce finalized things.  Seeing her
kneeling naked upon the bed, she had looked sexier than she had
in years.  Fucking seemed to agree with her, he thought.

Mike opened the door to the master bedroom and turned on the
light.  David was sitting on the bed holding his mother while
they silently watched him.  The older man nodded to his wife and
she shivered violently before pulling away from her son's grasp
and moving her face down towards his youthful cock.  

It was hard to figure out if David was more surprised at his
mothers lips sucking his tired cock while with her husband in the
room or that his father held a camera up to his face and captured
the moment for all time on film.

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