Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

I stood rooted to the spot, cupping my swollen breasts, my finger tips toying with my now burning nipples as Jonas rose from the bed and stepped in front of me.

“I’m going to cum on them” he husked.

It wasn’t a question, or even a request. Jonas had made a simple statement; he was going to ejaculate all over my breasts. This wasn’t my choice, my decision; it was completely his. I slowly slid to my knees in front of him; cupping my heavy breasts, holding them out for him, waiting.

“Take it” he grunted.

I watched in fascination as that thick tube of flesh jerked in his grip. The slit at the end of that swollen purple head opened and a strand of thick white cream shot out. It arched through the air the foot between us, and with a splatter landed across my breasts.

Knowing how much he had put out filling the sock earlier, I was amazed as a second and then third thick strand soon followed. By the time he was done, both of my breasts were coated in his warm seed and it dripped off the ends to the floor..

Without a word Jonas staggered back and collapsed back onto the edge of his bed, I could see that thickness slowly deflating in his grip. I reached out and scooped up my blouse and bra, turned, and fled. Out the door, down the hall, up the stairs, down the main hall, up a second flight of stairs and to my bedroom; where I slammed the door shut behind me.

What did you just DO, my brain screamed at me. You never put up a fight, you never even resisted; you gave in on a moment notice; and like some WHORE, you knelt there and let your son spray his seed all over you. I was horrified. Never in my life had I felt such a total lack of control. Not even when I was young; even then with my parents oblivious, I had at least always had control over myself.

In less than ten minutes I had shredded every ounce of restraint, had given up every inch of control. I had exposed myself, and then like a docile lamb had knelt there while my son sprayed his… his… his CUM… all over me.

My God, it wasn’t his ejaculate, it was his cum. I reached down and swirled my finger tips through the warm sticky goo that clung to my skin.

Have you ever been on a long road trip and it’s like your brain freezes. One moment you are at point A, and the next point B; and you can’t remember a damn thing between them? I did just that. The next thing I knew I was sprawled out on my own bed on my back, one hand squeezing and kneading my cum soaked breast; then other jammed down the front of my slacks with two fingers buried in my dripping channel.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

I thought I had experienced orgasms before, at least I thought so. I have two children; I presumed I had had them. It didn’t even compare to what slammed into my body in less than three minutes. My ass arched off the bed, my fingers rammed hard and deep; my brain fuzzed over; my eyes must have rolled back because sparks went off behind my eyes. And I screamed, and I mean SCREAMED.

“OOOHHHH MYYYY GAAWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDDD” my scream echoed out.

I quivered and shook, I bounced on the bed; and the whole time a fountain of scalding hot juices flooded out of me; covering my hand and soaking my panties and the bed sheets. It was mind bending, and almost frightening as I lost total physical control of my body.

By the time my orgasm started to recede, I was a wreck. Sweat dripped off my body, I was curled in a ball. How one man, even my son; could elicit such a reaction in me was shocking and frightening. I vowed to not ever be alone with him again. Not because I didn’t trust him, but because I couldn’t trust MYSELF.

I kept that vow, for a total of three days. Dale’s lodge meeting was the second Tuesday of every month. Belonging to the Lodge was something I had insisted. For Dale it was a bit boring I admit, but a number of prominent businessmen belonged to the Lodge, and having those social connections opened doors no business meeting could.

Dale had been gone only about twenty minutes, I was busy in the kitchen cleaning up from dinner. I didn’t hear Jonas, or even see him; I FELT him. You have to understand; one of my control issues may be from my childhood, but it is also connected in a way to my size.

I stand a whopping five foot four and on a bad day, which it usually is, I weight about one thirty. Add the before mentioned 36D’s to that frame and you can understand why Jonas was drawn to them, they are a bit hard to miss. Jonas on the other hand is a lot like my father; he stands six foot two and weighs about two hundred pounds of lean muscle. It’s hard not to feel that towering presence when it comes up behind you.

I was standing at the kitchen sink, both of my hands sunk into warm soapy water. I felt him behind me, I knew he was there; and I kept silent. I hoped my silence would give him the message to go away; but that isn’t how a hormonal man works, so I learned.

He knew exactly what he was doing; there was no question in my mind. The ‘assault’ was total and overwhelming. I felt two large hands slide under my arms pits from behind; they quickly slipped around to the front cupping my breasts, gently massaging. I felt two thumbs rake across my hardening nipples as he all but mauled them. At the same moment warm lips hit the crevice at the side of my neck just below my ear leaving a tingling moist trail along the nape of my neck. In the meantime my lower body spasmed as a huge thick member pressed into the crease of my ass through my slacks, fitting perfectly into the groove, pressing my hips forward and into the edge of the sink. The pressure from the front sent a flip through my stomach and God help me a gush into my panties.

“Jonnaassss” I tried to admonish, but all that came out was a long drawn out moan as the three pronged attack hit my body.

I didn’t know where to defend first, and with my hands effectively occupied, it gave him free and total access. My entire body lit up like fireworks on the fourth of July.

“Do you know how fucking hot you are” His baritone voice filled my ear.

“Oh God… Jonas… don’t…” I whimpered.

“I love your tits” his voice was almost hypnotic as I felt fingers deftly opening the buttons on my blouse.

I could have reached up and stopped him; my hands were technically free just wet. But that pressure on my ass and against my pubis was sending horrendous signals to my body; while his hot breath on my neck sent shivers through me. My brain short circuited for a second; and before I knew it he had fully opened my blouse and pushed my bra up over my breasts.

“Oh my God… Oh my God…” I murmured as hands gripped my now bare breasts, my nipples were being rolled between his fingers, sending bolts from my breasts to my groin.

“You make me so fucking hard” his voice murmured in my ear.

He was hard… for me… and God was he hard. There was no missing that massive tube of meat as it filled the crevice of my ass. My God, I thought, how big is he?

“God I want you” he continued after me.

I felt one hand come free of a breast and slide down my spasming belly. I knew where that hand was going; if I was going to stop this I had to do it now, before he…. then it was too late. I felt that big paw slide inside the top of my slacks, down and inside the elastic of my panties. I gave a guttural moan as fingers slid through my pubic hair and over my slick pussy.

“God you’re so fucking wet” he whispered.

Wet? I was wetter than a damned Florida swamp; and still I couldn’t stop the gush of more fluids that flowed out as his fingers slid through my soaked lips.

“Oh My God… Jonasssss” I moaned.

My body turned to white heat as that finger curled, and with an audible sucking noise slid through my lips and started penetrating me. My God his finger alone was almost as fat at Dale as my walls stretched around it. Raw pleasure exploded in my belly like I had never felt before. While my mind tried to tell me how wrong this was; my body went into autopilot.

I shifted my legs further apart, pulling my hands out of the warm water to grip the edge of the sink and steady myself. My ass jutted straight back, jamming that thick tube tighter as his finger slid in.

“I’m going to make you cum” his voice commanded my body.

He couldn’t have picked a more fitting comment. He wasn’t going to let me; he was going to MAKE me cum. This was no longer my choice as one hand mauled my sensitive tit, and a fat finger began to pump in and out of me. He was right, I was going to cum, and there wasn’t a damned thing I could do to stop it.

I just stood there while Jonas used my body; every pump of his fingers draining my will to resist. Pure pleasure coursed through me as he mauled me, and God help me I loved every second. I could feel the pressure building in my belly and it shocked me; I hadn’t had a real orgasm in decades; and in a matter of moments Jonas had me on the edge of a massive explosion.

“Please… oh God please…” I heard whimpering. Jesus it was ME.

“Please.. what?” his hot breath was in my ear. “Say it” he told me.

It was like listening to someone else speak; you knew what they were saying was wrong; but it wasn’t you, so you couldn’t stop it. I heard my own voice, and the words were depraved beyond imagination.

“Make me cum… Oh God Jonas… make momma cum.” I could hear myself. “I need to…” that was as far as I got.

His hand suddenly dropped lower inside my slacks, and with a wet sucking noise that finger came free. Before I could react, two thick fingers drove straight up into me. My walls stretched, I lifted to my tip toes as the heel of his hand slammed into my clit, my head tilted back; and I screamed.