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the Night Whispers Index-8
Date: 9/24/2015, Categories: First Time, Mature, Taboo, Author: stif266, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
Dex had fallen asl**p against me before we'd recovered from our first time together. The smile on my face wouldn't wash away even as I felt, again, the shame and guilt for what I'd done. I'd taken my own son's virginity, letting him put his fifteen-year old penis inside my body, in the very hole from which he'd come into the world. Even as I lay awake late into the night, holding him, my vagina felt wonderfully sore from my son's cock. My pussy had drooled down my thigh and soaked a large wet spot onto the bed. I can't say why I wasn't more troubled than I was. Sure, I felt the pangs of judgement, of the understanding that I'd known my son, and he'd known me, in a very intimate and forbidden way. I even knew that what we'd done was i*****l, perhaps immoral to the core. I found that, at least in the night, I didn't care. I loved fucking Dex, and I looked forward to doing it again soon. I stroked his stomach as I rested in his arms, my head on his chest. He breathed easily, only lightly snoring on his back. I inhaled against his skin, the warm scents of my son's flesh intoxicating and lovely. He is beautiful, Penelope. I see your face in his. I think that's why I find him so attractive. He looks so much like you. I didn't respond for a while, enjoying the way Dexter's chest rose and fell as he breathed. You were wonderful together. I've never seen anything more erotic in my life. "Life..." I said in a very low whisper. "Are you ... are you alive, Jackie?" I feel ... alive. "I just ... can't see you. And ... you go away sometimes." I know. I can't explain it. I just am. "Have you always been this way, since ... the accident?" I don't know. "You seemed to know about Gerald," I added, referring to my ex-husband, "did you see us together?" I'm not sure. I have memories of you and him, but ... they don't feel like the ones I've had of our last few days together. They're less ... real. "Did you get them from my mind?" Perhaps. I can hear your thoughts, sometimes. Not all of them. I've felt your mind for many months now. It took a lot of time to come to you ... a lot of effort. I slowly slid from under my son's arm and left him to sl**p, rising and putting on my robe before sliding from Dexter's room. "Is Kira okay?" Yes. I was with her earlier. I made her see what she will enjoy soon, when she is ready. She loves you for this. She wants you to be there when it happens. "When what happens?" I said quietly, going downstairs to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. When they are together the first time. She wants to share that with you. "No, no, that should be their time for each other. It's bad enough that I took my son's virginity, I shouldn't be there for hers, as well." She wants that, Penelope. "And what about Dexter," I asked, settling a pouch of camomile into steaming water, "what does he want?" I don't know. I can only watch him. I cannot ask. "Well ... maybe ...