She moaned, their breath ragged, hearts racing. Sharon lifted up, constantly kissing Sam’s lips. She assisted him with unzipping his shorts; he unbuttoned them, lifted and slid them and his boxers to his feet. Their mouths still connected, Sharon grabbed his cock, moaning when she felt his powerful erection.
“My son,” She broke the kiss, temporarily before sitting Sam again, this time guiding his cock into her dripping pussy.
She nearly came when he entered her.
Straddling him on the chair, Sam kissed her neck, her breasts, finally her mouth once more.
“I’ve wanted this so long, Mom,” Sam said.
“I’m yours then,” she grabbed his face, staring into his eyes; her hot breath on him. She began slowly squatting up and down. Her pussy contracted almost immediately, his moans and whimpers caused by her, sent her over the edge.
Her friend Nikki was right, the best she’d ever had, and she hardly did anything.
“Sam!” Sharon sat down on his cock, arms around him, shaking, cumming. “I love you! I love you!” she kissed at his face and mouth.
“Mom!” Sam clenched his teeth. Sharon almost forgot to keep squatting up and down on him until he filled her pussy with cum.
She did just that. Her slow squats became fast bounces. She was bouncing up and down on her son’s dick as he sat in the chair, holding her.
He couldn’t last long. His secret love for this woman was spilling out of him in the form of semen. He gripped her waist, watched her bounce and erupted inside her.
“Ahh!” Sam cried out. Sharon did the same, grabbing his face again, kissing him hard once more.
They were one now. It was short and sweet, but beyond perfect.
Sam would be ready again soon. They held and kissed one another on the chair until Sam’s cock was at full strength again. He stood, Sharon straddling him, held his mother by her ass and headed to the bedroom.
He was on top, slamming into her, holding himself up with one hand on the wall, the other holding her head. Their eyes were glued to one another, her legs locked around him, holding Sam there.
He wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon.
There was no guilt, no reluctance when Sharon gave herself to her son, her protector. Nikki was right, nothing compared to it. She speculated Julie and her son were like this, now she was with Sam. Sharon survived an attack in her home, her son was by her side, never leaving; now here she was thanking him properly, like a man deserved.
They climaxed over and over for the next four days. They hardly ate, hardly slept, and rarely got out of bed. If they bathed, it was together. Getting out of the shower, cock embedded in her, Sam continued fucking her. Their freshly clean bodies would be sweaty again in minutes.
He never wanted it to end.
On their seventh day at the cabin, it did end. It ended when George showed up. He took them by surprise, catching them in bed together.
Sam attacked him, knocking the bigger man to the ground, pummeling him with fists. George had a gun. He threw Sam off him and fired, missing the younger man.
He didn’t miss Sharon though. George quickly aimed at her heart and fired. Sam tackled him again beating him without realizing what happened.
George’s grip loosened on the gun, his task was complete. Sam got off him, his barely conscious body lying there.
Sam looked to his lifeless mother, no expression on his face. He turned to look at the gun, picking it up, his finger on the trigger. Sam pointed it at his own head, his world was gone, no point in him living.
George stumbled up, limping toward Sam.
Sam removed the gun from his head and pointed it at George. He fired three times, leaving one round left. Sam walked past George’s dying body to his mother. He didn’t know if it was real or a nightmare. He tossed the gun aside and held her.
Chapter 10
“I didn’t know what to do,” Sam was crying again. “I just held her for awhile, then I called 911.”
“Sam,” Holly was crying too, moving in front of her nephew.
“She was gone, she meant everything to me.”
“I know, I know, sweetie.”
“Paramedics arrived, took her and him away, cops talked to me. The gun was his; he died on the way to the hospital. He confessed. He admitted to it. That’s what they told me.”
Holly held Sam, unsure what to do just like he was with his mother.
She let him cry, mourning the love of his life again, after his memories returned completely. Holly caught a glimpse of an object behind Sam. It was the chair.
Holly stared at it, recalling Sam’s words and behavior in Miami, “They gave each other everything. It makes sense now. They were going to move into Sharon’s bedroom– as lovers.”
“What color was she going to paint the bedroom?” Holly asked.
“A light yellow color,” Sam sniffed.
Holly looked to the chair one last time, then up at her nephew. “Sam, I’m not your mother. I will never be her, or be able to replace her.”
Sam sniffed again and nodded.
Holly paused, taking a deep breath, thinking back to witnessing Julie the other night, learning of Sharon and Sam’s love at this cabin, nearly cumming to thoughts of Sam herself. She took a step back and removed her jacket.
Sam watched her unfasten her belt, pulling it away, unbutton and unzip her pants, pulling them down and stepping out of them. Holly removed her shirt, unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Finally, she stepped out of her panties, standing nude before her nephew.
“Holly, I – ”
“Sam, let me take care of you. Let me love you like she did. Let me continue what she started here and love you like you deserve,” Holly placed her hand on his face.
“Will you sit in the chair for me?” She asked.
Sam looked over her large breasts, the back of his fingers slowly sliding over an erect nipple. He looked into her eyes once more and nodded.
He walked backward, his leg hitting the chair. He looked over his shoulder and sat down on it. Holly straddled him, just like Sharon.
“Sam, I love you. I’m yours, just like she was. Do you understand?”
Sam nodded.
“Good. Now let me show you how much you mean to me,” Holly said, grabbing his face, pulling it to hers. Her mouth covered his, she moaned, lapping at her nephew’s lips. Her tongue found and danced with his.
She broke the kiss, out of breath, “Yes, here.” She grabbed one of her breasts, offering it to him.
Sam grabbed it, sucking it, squeezing it. There was no milk in it, but he symbolically drank from his aunt’s breast. Holly’s eye’s fluttered, she arched her back for him. His mouth felt so good on her.
“Oh Sam,” she cried.
He switched to the other tit, sucking it as well. Holly was overcome with desire; she stopped him, kissing him again. She stood, her mouth still connected to his, assisting him with undoing his pants. Sam lifted off the chair, allowing Holly to pull them and his boxers to his feet.
His aunt straddled him again, her hand on the base of his cock. Holly guided it into her all the way and sat there, running her fingers through his blond locks.
“Sam,” she nodded. “Let’s make love and send it to her.”
He smiled back and pulled his aunt in for another kiss. Holly slowly squat up and down on his cock, her pussy, nearly dripping, was already contracting around him.