“Hey there, sexy momma, you ok?” Patrick asked, with a goofy smile on his face.
“Shut up Patrick!” Stephanie said, moving toward him, grabbing his face, sticking her tongue in his mouth, guiding him to the bed. She had never been so horny in her life.
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“Oh yes, yes, baby, yes,” Diane said, in between each breath. She was laying on top of Elliot, his cock still spurting semen into her. “So good, so good,” she said.
“Uh huh, it was,” he said, out of breath too. “Yes,” he added, running his hands up and down her back.
“What happens in Vegas,” He said, looking to his mother, she stopped panting, a concerned look on her face, “won’t be staying in Vegas.”
The smiled at each other and shared another kiss – a long, slow, passionate, kiss.
Chapter 13
They kept going all night, missing a call from Valerie, not caring. The next morning they had breakfast with Stephanie and Patrick before their flight. She looked very tired and somewhat flustered. Patrick was in a great mood as usual.
“Shhh, quiet!” Diane snapped.
“Ok, ok!” Elliot said, he was trying to be as quiet as possible in the small airplane bathroom.
“I can’t wait to get home!” his mother said, her arms wrapped around him, his cock embedded deep while she sat on the small sink. They were joining the mile high club.
Later that day, Tiffanie picked them up from the airport, taking them back to her home so they could spend the night before driving back to Charleston.
They tried their best to be quiet; they tried their best to be discreet. Elliot and his mother couldn’t hold out until the next day.
At 1am, Tiffanie was startled awake by a loud bang. “Tom?” she asked creeping down the hallway with a baseball bat. She peeped in on her son’s room, seeing he was out cold. She peeped in on the guest room, but didn’t see her sister or nephew in there at all.
She made her to the kitchen, and saw the back sliding door; leading out to the deck was slightly cracked. She heard muffled voices. As she approached the door, she peeped out and was shocked at what she saw.
Out on her deck, in the moonlit night, her sister was moaning and lying on the wooden railing, her arms outstretched on both sides, holding herself there for leverage. Tiffanie’s nephew was holding Diane at the waist, slamming his cock into as hard as he could, grunting as he worked.
“I didn’t just see that, I didn’t just see that, nope, it was a dream,” Tiffanie told herself , heading back to her bed, closing the door behind her. “Nope, just a dream, going back to sleep now!”
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The next morning Tiffanie saw them off, not making much eye contact. She realized it wasn’t a dream, and decided to pretend she didn’t see it.
“We have about 5 hours?” Diane asked her son from the passenger seat.
“Yep, unless we stop,” He answered.
“Sweety we’ll probably have to. I’ll need some of this,” She said, grabbing his growing bulge.
“In the meantime, you focus on driving, while I focus on this,” Diane smiled, lowering her head into Elliot’s lap, to enjoy one of her favorite car riding activities.
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“We’re here,” Elliot said to his mother, pulling into her driveway. She sat up, releasing the cock that had been in her mouth the entire drive. Elliot didn’t stop, he wanted to get home and take her as much as possible and without having to worry about people being around.
Elliot was relentlessly fucking her in every single way in every single room of her house. Books were knocked off the shelf, the mail and magazines were flung off the counter, a lamp was knocked over, her house was a total mess. Her bedroom was in shambles. Everywhere Elliot and Diane went in a hurricane of sex; that part of the house was left in a mess.
Finally, after screaming, cumming, slamming the bed against the wall so hard the 52 year old Diane thought it would break; she collapsed on top of her son, sweaty and exhausted. It was evening, near supper-time.
Rolling off Elliot, catching her breath, she thought about her father, Bob, who she planned on calling to let him know she and Elliot had done it.
Later that night, Elliot called Cassie. Diane was on all fours before him, his cock slowly being serviced by her moving back and forth on it. Cassie answered and they chatted a little bit about the trip. Then Elliot told her he was staying another night.
“She’s not feeling well; I just want to make sure she’s ok. Tomorrow, I’ll come home and we’ll fix things, alright?” He asked, looking down at Diane’s ass, as it gently landed on his thighs.
“Alright, I missed you. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Cassie said.
“Yep!” Elliot replied, hanging up on her, tossing the phone on the mattress. He grabbed Diane’s hips and began stabbing her repeatedly from behind with his cock.
Like animals, they mated for the rest of the evening, never stopping, cumming continually, until they were raw.
Elliot collapsed on top of her, exhausted. Diane trailed her fingers through his hair, smiling, they were closer; they had experienced that magic she loved so much. Her plan had worked out.
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The next day was horrible for Cassie. She reluctantly agreed to let Elliot have a divorce from her. She watched him drive away, back to his mother’s house, while crying.
Later that night, Diane was sitting on Elliot, bouncing up and down on his cock. Elliot had fixed things with Cassie, just like promised.
That night after Elliot had moved his things in and got settled at his mother’s; she took him to the neighborhood Bob was building.
“This is it. This is where our new house will be,” Diane said, shining a flashlight on the foundation and some piles of lumber.
“Do you think your sisters would really move in?” Elliot asked.
“I’m not sure. They’d have to have a unique relationship like us first. Those are kinda the rules,” Diane shrugged. Elliot nodded.
A few minutes later, unable to control their urges, they were naked once more on the construction site; rolling around on the ground, in the sawdust, in the dirt – screaming, moaning, and cumming; their sounds of passion echoing off unfinished structures.
Diane lunged at Elliot, after he went to his feet, pulling her up with him, causing him stumble backward into a dirt-filled wheelbarrow. Diane jumped on top him, causing the wheelbarrow to move. She began slamming and grinding her hips into him, further causing the wheelbarrow to inch closer and closer to a small embankment that led to the nearby marsh.
Elliot gripped her waist, egging his mother on. Her feet rest on the two handles as she straddled him, grinding them closer the small slope. Suddenly, Diane’s eyes shot open. The wheelbarrow was moving fast, with them in it, carrying them to the marsh.
“Oh no!” She cried out, attempting to contain her laughter. They rolled down the slope toward the marsh, Elliot holding his mother tightly. When they reached the muddy surface, the wheelbarrow sunk in to the thick, mud, buckling under their weight, tipping over and dumping them into the mud with a loud plop.
They were on their sides in the mud, laughing, Elliot’s cock still embedded into her, connecting them. “We should go. I’m pretty sure this is illegal,” Elliot said, standing up, helping his mother.