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A Twist of Sex

Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Incest, Oral Sex, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 54.5, Source: sexstories.com

in me anymore." "Lucas, this is not right." My voice trembles. I am shivering also. How dare I do this? Don't I have any conscience left in me? "I may be divorced to your dad, but I am still your mother; even if you don’t want to acknowledge it." He brushes my cheek with his lips tenderly. "You are not my mother, Mia. You have never been my mom. I want you so badly I am ready to burn in hell just for you." "We will become cursed, Lucas, if we continue doing this." I start to weep. I don't want to cry. I just can't help it. "Stop crying, my sweet baby. Come. Lucas won't hurt you." Guilt torments me, even as I wake up in my nakedness. I look besides me. He is still immersed into sleep. He does not snore or make any displeasing sounds. His eyes are securely shut; his hand is crossed over my waist. I have slept with my own son......damn me! Sunlight at last emerges in the sky. It spreads everywhere, making every piece of furniture look a brilliant white. I stand before the large window and look outside. Lucas must now be awake. I can hear his feet tiptoe quietly towards me. He suddenly grips my waist and sniffs into my hair calmly. "How was your sleep last night?" He asks in a soft voice. I smile ironically at his reflection. "I hardly slept, Lucas. I had a lot of stuff running in my mind." "Stuff like what, baby?" I can't believe it. The same boy who used to call me, "Momma," was now addressing me, "Baby?" Just imagine? I withhold myself from laughing. "Lucas, don't you feel ... guilt or remorse by sleeping with a woman who used to be your father's wife?" I am startled. My eyes abruptly wet with tears. Yes, I am weak to have my revenge deep inside. I will accomplish it nevertheless. Time is what will set up strength and heartlessness. The day I wedded Sebastian, Lucas was not merry looking. In contrariety, he was furious with me and envious of Sebastian. How am I so positive about it? Back when I was dating his dad, he had this to tell me: "Mia, don't you think my dad is too old a man for you. I see no reason you should insist on marrying him. You are young and beautiful. I beg you—go and look for someone your youthful age." "What are you trying to insinuate, Lucas? That Sebastian and I don't deserve to be together? Is that it?" "I am only being polite with you. I don't want you later on regretting having married a man that is too old to take excellent care of you. I am certain that dad will not satisfy every of your needs." Something happened the night Sebastian returned to Nevada from Europe. We were at a particular hotel with the company of his son. Inside my room, I wore leggings, a bra and G-string—and wrapped a nightgown over myself. With gracefulness, I strutted out to his room and tossed the door open. Having stepped into the living room, I took off my gown and cautiously laid it on the sofa. Then I went searching for him, only to discover Lucas who had just emerged from the shower in his bareness. "Lucas?" Self-reproach struck me. I nervously ...