"Keep it inside of me…don't take it out…", I wanted to feel his flesh in mine

We had rolled so we were on our sides, facing eachother, embracing, naked, skin touching skin, kissing, his hands fondling with my breasts, his limp penis still inside my cum-filled cave.

We were both dozing, feeling the aftermath take our bodies to a dizzy, state of relief…I was again starting to get these thoughts back, about the incestual copulation. Only this time I more or less accepted it, after all, both of us wanted it bad. Time would tell how things would go, time would tell…

"Ohhh…thanks mom… It was wonderful…I really mean that"

I hugged him even closer to me, mashing my big, soft breasts to his chest, our crotches pressing even tighter…kissing his eyes so lovingly, that it wasn't hard to understand it wasn't just a kiss, a motherly kiss, but a so much more demanding kiss, a lover's kiss…

"You were wonderful…I should be thanking you…", I said to him.

"Really?"

"Yes, my love"

"Mom, could we do this again, I mean, tomorrow…or some other time?"

"You can't have enough of it, can you?", I giggled… "We'll see about that…tomorrow…you should go back to your room now, what if Tim doesn't find you there tomorrow morning?"

"Can't I stay with you just for a little…please?"

"Allright…but you have to be in your room tomorrow morning, before Tim wakes up…"

Soon our whispers died, there was only fondling, kissing and touching…then John fell asleep…

That night, I was up thinking a lot, I guess I needed that. I was thinking of how everything had developed, from just a 'skinny-dipping' to a love session in my very own bed.