10-05-2022, 03:53 PM
She strokes and earns every drop, wrapping her lips around the dick while she keeps pumping. I hear soft moans as she gargles cum down her throat and gets off doing it. It's the hallmark of a woman who loves giving head.
After cleaning the cock with her mouth and smacking her lips together, she kisses her son's thigh and stands. The kiss on the thigh was an act of love which reveals how deep she's into this.
"I need to use the bathroom," she says, kissing her son on the cheek. "Thanks for the snack. Delicious as always."
Eliza pats her son's shoulder and goes to the bathroom. I breathe a sigh of relief because I haven't been caught. Standing here and watching them has been one of the most surreal moments of my life. The rush is similar to sports competition, only what I've witnessed is something out of a bizarre, pornographic dream.
The closet door opens and Chris gestures for me to remain silent.
"Walk quietly," he whispers.
I tiptoe and follow him out of the bedroom and down the stairs. My legs feel weak after that dump of adrenaline, but I force my feet to move.
Before I leave through the front door, he stops me.
"Do you believe me now?" he whispers.
I whisper back, "Jesus, you were telling the truth."
"Do you want to watch again? Or join?"
I shake my head. "I have to go. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this. Ever."
With that, I leave and brisk walk outside towards my car.
By the next hour I'm training with Eliza, doing warm-ups on an exercise bike followed by a fitness routine for explosiveness and speed. We focus on box jumps and lifting weights for high repetitions.
She's focused today and we talk like everything's normal, but the image of a big dick in Eliza's mouth is hard to ignore. Who is this woman? Has she always been this way, or is there something about having a son's cock lodged down your throat that makes a woman change? Such deviancy. I've never known Eliza to be a woman who indulges in dark fetishes, but then again we all have secrets.
I masturbate when I get home, cumming in the toilet, hiding in the confines of a closed bathroom door. I wash my hands with soap, which is a symbolic way of cleansing my mind from these unholy thoughts, then I go to my family. Everyone is home and I'm the best partner and parent that I can be.
Everything has come full circle as I'm hanging out with my kids and talking about their science projects, while thinking about Eliza and her son. What must they be doing at this hour? I make an effort to engage with my kids about college, their social life, and everything in between. At the same time, I wonder if Eliza is naked or wearing see-through lingerie for her son's viewing pleasure.
I'm in bed at 10:49 p.m. and the lamplight shines as I use my phone. I deal with a lot of people so I'm constantly emailing and texting. I get a message from Chris which makes me pause.
Chris: Are you busy tommorow night?
Me: No, why?
Chris: Take a look at this
After cleaning the cock with her mouth and smacking her lips together, she kisses her son's thigh and stands. The kiss on the thigh was an act of love which reveals how deep she's into this.
"I need to use the bathroom," she says, kissing her son on the cheek. "Thanks for the snack. Delicious as always."
Eliza pats her son's shoulder and goes to the bathroom. I breathe a sigh of relief because I haven't been caught. Standing here and watching them has been one of the most surreal moments of my life. The rush is similar to sports competition, only what I've witnessed is something out of a bizarre, pornographic dream.
The closet door opens and Chris gestures for me to remain silent.
"Walk quietly," he whispers.
I tiptoe and follow him out of the bedroom and down the stairs. My legs feel weak after that dump of adrenaline, but I force my feet to move.
Before I leave through the front door, he stops me.
"Do you believe me now?" he whispers.
I whisper back, "Jesus, you were telling the truth."
"Do you want to watch again? Or join?"
I shake my head. "I have to go. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this. Ever."
With that, I leave and brisk walk outside towards my car.
By the next hour I'm training with Eliza, doing warm-ups on an exercise bike followed by a fitness routine for explosiveness and speed. We focus on box jumps and lifting weights for high repetitions.
She's focused today and we talk like everything's normal, but the image of a big dick in Eliza's mouth is hard to ignore. Who is this woman? Has she always been this way, or is there something about having a son's cock lodged down your throat that makes a woman change? Such deviancy. I've never known Eliza to be a woman who indulges in dark fetishes, but then again we all have secrets.
I masturbate when I get home, cumming in the toilet, hiding in the confines of a closed bathroom door. I wash my hands with soap, which is a symbolic way of cleansing my mind from these unholy thoughts, then I go to my family. Everyone is home and I'm the best partner and parent that I can be.
Everything has come full circle as I'm hanging out with my kids and talking about their science projects, while thinking about Eliza and her son. What must they be doing at this hour? I make an effort to engage with my kids about college, their social life, and everything in between. At the same time, I wonder if Eliza is naked or wearing see-through lingerie for her son's viewing pleasure.
I'm in bed at 10:49 p.m. and the lamplight shines as I use my phone. I deal with a lot of people so I'm constantly emailing and texting. I get a message from Chris which makes me pause.
Chris: Are you busy tommorow night?
Me: No, why?
Chris: Take a look at this
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