Yet the only response I can verbalize to Brad is a weak, “What?”
“You know” Brad urges.
I just look away in submission and plunge my hand to my pussy taking over my fate. Two fingers travel quickly up my hole and don’t stop until my palm presses on my clit giving the relief I need.
Brad suddenly pulls my head back and starts kissing me forcefully as I double finger myself. My orgasm was on top of me the entire time, the first few touches simply opened the door. I felt my juices flowing out and the energy flowing into Brad from my kiss. My body shivered and shook as I exhale and let muted cries pass my lips as my orgasm rolled through me. Brad places his hand over mine pressing it to my pussy as I collapse.
Tears roll down my face as Brad kisses my lips. He is ignorant of the tears, ignorant of the heaven and hell we were walking into.
He helps me off the 4 wheeler and back on the tarp entrance. I avoid eye contact as I look at the lantern light in the tent.
If I walk back in, beyond a shadow of a doubt I will be fucked by my son.
But it’s too late, my future’s clear as I step through the tent entrance.
My lust is temporarily sated by the orgasm.
Sanity and shame creep in.
I just can’t kiss and hold Brad and urge him on, encouragement just can’t be given and I know it won’t be needed. I have to keep a little piece of myself.
Without looking back at Brad I strip off my soaked shirt and lay down on my stomach on the sleeping bag. I can tell by Brad’s movements he’s stripping his wet shorts off and exposing his cock.
A cock I do not need to see, or feel, simply a cock that needs to be satisfied. To be drained of it’s power.
I sense Brad sinking to his knees.
Not wanting any further prolonging or mind games requiring my participation, I raise my ass in the air beckoning my son.
With my head turned, resting on a 4 wheeler seat, I wait silently.
I can feel his desire. Like humidity in the summertime, enveloping me, making my breaths ragged and deep.
His hands part my inner thighs confidently forcing my stance to widen. Both of his hands on my hips told me time was near.
There was no hesitation. I feel his cock head sliding through my channel searching with absolutely no conscience. Looking for my opening and his river of life.
With my ass in the air, exposing my most private orifices to my son, Brad’s cock navigates me, impales me and finally reaches the end as he impacts my ass and rests in place.
Brad then begins his domination of me. A hand leaves my hip and grasps my breast fully. Brad lets out a moan of success as his initial pleasure hits him. His cock begins a confident movement. Thrusting and ramming me. Settling into his style. Not fast. Not slow. Just steady and forceful. His hand on my breast was there showing ownership of me. Not giving or getting pleasure from the touch.
My son isn’t shy in showing his appreciation, with manly grunts and groans in my ear. Thrusts were steady, long and hard on impact. Occasionally a searing pain shot through me as his enthusiasm is too much.