Title: Sauna Affair
Keywords: mF, cheat, mat, inc, anal, nc, mdom, bond, mom, son
Author: Caesar
Summary: Meeting each week in the sauna, David and his mother have been having an affair.  But David wants more - and his mom wants him to understand that it can only, ever, be as it has always been - a secret sauna affair.








There was a young gaucho named Bruno
Who said, "Screwing is one thing I do know.
        A woman is fine,
        And a sheep is divine,
But a llama is Numero Uno."


Sauna Affair

by Caesar, copyright 2004

$Revision: 1.3 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

If not for the way my son fucked me in the sauna once a week, the rock
hard cock shoving enthusiastically back and forth into my persistently
hungry hot wet cunt, I would say he hated me!

These last few months my son David would not even look at me, give me
hugs or even talk to me.  His often absent father even noticed the
strain between mother and son and asked me about it - I told him the
truth, that I had no idea what was wrong with David.

I had a hint of the problem... of course... not that I could discuss
this with my husband.  David wanted more than our once-a-week sauna
affair.  It was agreed between us nearly a year ago, when we started
to have sex, that our relationship would stay the same outside of that
hour, or so, each week.  Yet these last months have become
increasingly strained, as my tall handsome son tried to initiate
improper actions outside of our agreement.

Did David have no concept what it would do to our lives if his father
discovered I was having sex with our child?  Did I not satisfy him
enough in the sauna?  I certainly acted the part of a wanton woman
with my own son.

And the sex was, and is, very fine!  My son is marginally larger than
his father - but with youth, had a very high sex drive.  As they say,
its not about the size - and they are right, my son can fuck me
excruciatingly slow or pound me so that I sported bruising for days
afterwards.  He also was able to stay hard after a good orgasm, like a
rock for our whole time in the sauna - tell me that isn't every girls
dream?  It was glorious - a fucking dream-come-true for this fifty-two
year-old mom and wife.

Never in my life had I been as multi-orgasmic as when David fucked me
each week.  And I did things, willingly, that I never had with my
son's father - my husband.  Just the sight of that penis between my
son's legs was enough to cause my knees to quiver and I sink to the
ground to beg to suck him.

But only in the sauna, of course.

That was the agreement.

My married bed had never been less than pleasurable in the last
years... until David and I began our affair.  Oh certainly, my
marriage bed was not in the same league as my clandestine illicit
affair with our son, but very pleasurable non the less.  My husband
was delighted that his wife was seemingly enthusiastic about sex
again, was adventurous to be varied and frequent.  In that regard, my
married had never been better.

All because of David joining me in the sauna once a week.

Life was perfect... right?

Then my son began to touch me, casually at first, but much more than
before he was a toddler.  Those large strong hands soon moved to my
covered body and only my quick, firm, reaction disintegrated his
intentions.

David did not take the hint, ignoring my stern looks, my harsh
whispers for him to behave himself.  His hands tried to get beneath my
clothing - up my skirt mostly.  Cornering me in a quiet part of our
home, his father not home or busy and out of earshot - my negative
reaction was sterner at those times.

That was when I saw an anger building within my darling son David, how
my denying him was causing strife between us.  It tore my heart
asunder.  Oh sure, Sunday afternoon rolled around and I would become
an absolute slut for what lay between his legs.  Silly me, I thought
that was enough.  David took all that I had to give in the sauna, but
he continued to want more of me outside of it.

Since his touching had not resulted in the desired effect, David began
to whisper to me... demanding sexual things.  As if I was too dense to
understand the intent of a mauling hand on my ass.  Sometimes it was
telling me to wear thigh-high stockings beneath my skirts to telling
me how he wants to fuck my ass!  He even went so far to demand that I
come to his room at night, when his father slept.

David is a good boy - young man - and a mother often errs on the side
of trust when it comes to her child.  I know I have.

Then Sunday rolls around and we close the cedar door of the sauna and
the world is forgotten - all that matters is my wet cunt and his hard
cock.  He treats me gently or as harsh as I desire in that small hot
room and I can not get enough.  My son uses me and I love it!

That sounds positively evil, doesn't it?

Yet I don't care.  That hard youthful cock gave me more pleasure than
I had ever thought possible and though it was malicious of god to give
it to my child, I was not strong enough to deny it... each and every
Sunday afternoon in that sauna.

I felt like the luckiest woman alive.

What had I done to deserve this pleasure at the mid point of my life?
I am certainly no beauty and I have not caught any heads turning my
way when I walk through a crowd.  In fact, in my own words, I am
rather plain looking - short and round, soft looking with a cute
mature face.  Then I noticed my son noticing me - and something
changed.  And I mean something prior to his pumping his old mom in the
sauna every week.  My perception of life and love, of sex and pleasure
all changed when I realized my son was attracted to me.  I would test
him, leaving my housecoat loose and watched his face flush when I bent
over or bending frequently before him, looking over my shoulder to see
my darling child's eyes riveted to my raised bottom.  When confronted,
he was embarrassed but he would not lie to his mother - he lusted
after me, fantasized about me.  My god, no one in my life had ever
spoke this way to me - and that next Sunday I sat astride my naked
son, moving up and down with his gorgeous cock giving me orgasm after
orgasm.

It was always in the basement, in the cedar room built by my husband
for our fifteenth wedding anniversary.  Before David and I began our
affair, I used that room as a refuge from my mundane, but privileged,
life.  Yes I masturbated - giving my body a small dose of what it
craved, attention.  The sauna was, is, an escape from life itself -
and I have come to think that whatever happened within its sound-proof
walls was free from the ethics and morals that I lived by otherwise.
Oh, I tried to interest my husband into joining me in the sauna, to
shag his wife outside the confines of our bed, but he would have none
of that - the heat of the sauna would tire him was his response.

Today is Sunday and I sat upon my soft bare bottom on the raised cedar
bench and waited for my son to arrive.

Today was a little special - I wanted to try and give him a piece of
the pleasure he would gave to me today.  The only thing I wore was
white lace thigh-high stockings - and anticipated his pleasure with
quivering muscles.  I would not wear the stockings beneath my skirt
during the week, his father would not fail to notice my change from
nylons, but here in this alter reality of ours, I could.  Sure they
would darken with sweat, and other juices, of our lust - but David
would be pleased I was sure.

This was my way to trying to reconcile with David - to tell him that
he can have anything sexual from me in this sauna, once a week, but he
had to accept our parent-child roles at all other times.

Yesterday my son had been dangerously aggressive.  At the dinner
table, his father across from me, my son had forced his hand beneath
my skirt and all the way to my panty.  As his father spoke about one
of his partners at the office, my son had shoved his fingers in my
sex!  I had to dig my nails into the back of his hand for David to get
the hint, to stop.

David had not looked at me since, had done nothing to indicate he
cared about what he had done after dinner.  After supper, when his
father went into the family room to watch the news, I whispered to my
son to be patient, just one more day I had told him.  He did not even
look at me, had not acknowledged my statement - but just left the
dining room without a backward glance.

No matter how bad it had gotten between us these last few months,
David never failed to arrive for our weekly sauna-rendezvous.

Today was the first time I feared a change in this routine.  Things
between us had gotten that bad!

I had to show my son that what we may not have quantity in our sex
play, we could have quality!

Then the door opened and my naked son walked into the sauna, shutting
out the world behind him.  His entrance familiar in that he has done
the same thing since our affair had started.  This was our secret
little world - where morality and the laws of men did not matter.

A wide happy, and not a little relieved, smile spread upon my face and
my back straightened as I unconsciously thrust out my large meaty bare
breasts.

David always loved my breasts.

Whatever happened between us during the week, whatever stress and
anger... it stayed outside the sauna.  David's appearance here was
proof that we had this in common at the very least.

My son wore a somber face - but I understood that there was a
transition time between the real world and our secret one.  I had the
luxury of sitting here in anticipation for nearly twenty minutes while
David had not.  I was patient, I knew what treasures awaited me at the
end of the rainbow.

David's eyes intimately took in my nylon clad legs.  "They look great
on you mom."

Even though his voice held little conviction, his compliment caused my
heart to accelerate and my sex to throb.  "Do you really think so
David?  I wore them for you."  My legs had been crossed at the knee as
I had waited but now I unlocked them and held them wide - my well
trimmed, and already wet, sex exposed and anxious.

His soft dangling cock jerked and I could not help but groan in
anticipation.

God that cock was fucking beautiful!

"Get on your knees and suck me off mom!"  His voice held little
emotion - and it caused me to shiver in response rather than reassure
me.

It was not uncommon for David to take the initiative in our meetings,
as I did it nearly as often if you must know.  Today I felt that my
son knew what I needed, what I wanted to convey to him, and anxiously
moved to position myself before him on my knees.  This was for him,
this Sunday, and I would do whatever I could to make my son and secret
lover happy.  If that included a little domination on his part, then
so be it!

David did not wait even for me to begin, instead shoved himself
forward and roughly past my lips.  I nearly gagged as his balls banged
my chin, his half hard cock already tickling my tonsils.  Normally I
liked to treat this beautiful man-meat with the respect and devotion
that it deserved - a slow passionate build up of oral pleasure.
Evidently my son had different plans - that was OK with me.

Before David, my oral experience was near-amateur.  I infrequently
went down on my husband as foreplay - but I never, really, took my
time and experienced the joy it was to pleasure a man's cock until it
exploded in my mouth.  Now, with David, I could not get enough of
sucking him!  Most Sunday afternoons started with a blow job, a way to
get that first orgasm of his out of the way.  Even my husband now was
delighted that his wife willingly and frequently sucked him off -
never questioning why I anxiously did this new act between us.

His thrusts were impatient and I knew my son did not want a slow
patience blow job.  His hands grasped my hair, where it was pulled
back into a single ponytail and thrust himself mercilessly past my
lips.  My face was bouncing against his flat midriff, his pubic hair
tickling my lips and my saliva dripping off my own chin.

This was not how I enjoyed sucking a cock - but this is what David
wanted so I endured his use of my mouth.  There was pleasure even in
being used - my son loved and desired me enough to want to face fuck
me!

The familiar heavy breathing, the way his penis seemed to swell
expectantly, were all familiar.  My son was using me to bring himself
off and though this oral encounter lacked emotion and held no empathy
toward me, I knew without a doubt he needed to release his anger for
our awkward past week even as he released his sperm.

Even as my son began to ejaculate he yanked himself from my mouth and
held himself with his free hand, the other holding my pony tail firmly
so I could not move.  With eyes and mouth open, I watched with
mounting desire as his beautiful cock spurted again and again,
shooting that thick white sperm over my face and into my hair.

Looking up I saw a half smile upon his lips - and knew that some of
the demons that possessed him were exorcised.  He was staring at the
mess he had left upon me and I knew I was in a terrible state.  My son
sometimes liked me like this, uncouth and wanton.  I sometimes liked
it too!

David removed his hands from me and went to lean against the wall,
fighting to slow his breathing.

I sensed that his need to dominate was not over and I wanted nothing
more than to make my son happy this day.

"Sit back on the bench mom."  It was spoken calmly, with a certainty
that I would never refuse him.

He was right.  I crawled back to the bench and sat down facing my
son... my knees spreading naturally, toward David.  As my son was
silently enjoying the sight of his sweaty stocking-clad mother, I
brought a hand up to daintily rub the sperm from the flesh of my face
- intending to lick and suck my fingers clean.  Guessing my son would
enjoy watching.  Before my hand touched my face David growled loudly,
"Leave it mom!"  I actually jumped at the tone of his voice - it held
something dark that the child from my loins could never hold.

"Take off the stockings and give them to me?"  There was an impatience
to his demand and so I did not do a slow removal of the leggings -
rather, I quickly pulled them off.  He took the warm balled white lace
stockings without a word as I silently questioned myself why he had
done this.  It had been obvious at his entrance that he enjoyed the
sight of me in this new lingerie.

A fear began to build within me, something I had never felt in my
cedar sanctuary before.  I tried to suppress it - rather than analysis
it - not wanting to face anything that would jeopardize my clandestine
relationship with my son.

"Now bring yourself off mom."

This would not be the first time that my son wanted to see me
masturbate - and it amused me the first times I had done it.  But I
discovered I rather enjoyed pleasuring myself before my son.  This was
not a difficult task to complete, my body still hummed from my earlier
patient expectation and then the submissive abuse of my mouth.  Yes I
disliked how I was used - but my sex was drooling regardless.

I brought up one bare foot to the bench and with the other wide
spread, my loins were blatantly exposed.  My son David watched
everything with a stern enjoyment - his hands fondling the warm
stockings.  There was no need to build up my pleasure, as I would have
done if I was alone, my body ready for instant gratification.  Yes,
even an old woman can be like a teenage boy, needing that quick orgasm
to stifle the smoldering passion within.

My hands expertly manipulated my person - my nipples, navel, inner
thighs and then my pubic region.  David watched as my fingers slipped
into my slippery groove and rubbed the juices around, my flesh pink
and swollen expectantly.  Then I placed two fingers over my enlarged
throbbing clitoris and pressed it against my pubic bone - my other
hand diving between my thighs to shove two fingers up into my vagina.
My hips began to shove back and forth on the cedar bench, thankfully
sanded smooth, my whole body moving in a silent dance.

I stole but a second of my pleasure to see if my son was watching,
that being part of why I enjoyed masturbating before a select
audience.  He was, his eyes riveted to my working hands, thrusting
loins - my stocking held up by his face, beneath his nose.  At his
waist, that perfect cock thrusting up toward the ceiling - obviously
throbbing for what he was witnessing.

That was all the encouragement I needed.

Remember?  I was the luckiest woman alive - a plain looking,
middle-aged wife and mother whom was lusted after.  Can any woman
refuse such a gift?  Even if it is with her own son?  I challenge any
woman that dares to say they can resist to walk in my shoes for but a
day!

My eyes closed and I had a renewed energy to my movements, my body
practically screaming for release.

It was never like this with my husband - I never lost it so completely
with him... ever.  Yet, after my sauna affairs with David had begun, a
renewed sexual spark had ignited in our bedroom.  We fucked, sucked
and pleasured the other selfishly and our marriage was the happier
because of it.  With David, though, I was wanton - completely
uninhibited in my passion to seek pleasure with the one person in this
world that morality and the law said I could not.  And of course that
was part of it - the forbidden lust between us bridging our passions
in our clandestine affair.

The orgasm was enough to cause me to scream out with pleasure -
echoing off the wooden walls and causing my ears to ring almost
painfully.  It was often like this between David and I, this ability
for us to enjoy our lust uninhibited.  Once you crossed the boundary
of incest, what else could be worse?

My eyes opened slowly, my arms heavy and lifeless between my
still-spread thighs.  David was smiling again, but in a way that
reminded me of my earlier dark fear.  My climax-clouded mind was
easily able to again ignore that fear.

I gave him a wide smile as a form of thank you for allowing me this
pleasure.  It was at that point that I expected my son to step forward
and kiss my abused lips, to fondle my breasts and the hard nipples, to
slip a finger into me, enjoying my slippery flesh.  How often had he
lost control in this small room - needing his own mother to satisfy
his illicit desires?

"Lay lengthwise on the bench mom - face down."

The command surprised me - having expected his earlier frustrations
and anger to have dissipated with the building of his lust.  I
expected his need to dominate me would disappear with the need to
finally plunge that gorgeous cock within my body.

A shiver ran down my spin and caused my sex to clench - I so wanted
him inside me!

With tired limbs and careful movements, I did as asked until I lay
with the hard smooth wood lengthwise beneath me.  Given our affair
existed totally within the confines of this small room, it was not any
wonder that we have used every position, every meter of it to the best
of our imagination.  I have lain like this before, with my head or my
ass hanging off one edge or the other as my son entered me.

Again my body shivered, more violently this time.

David stepped forward and gently but firmly guided me to lay midways
on the bench, kneeling by my face as he did so.  I watched him then,
that fear within me building so that I could not ignore it.  Was it
because of the somber cold look on my son's face?  The way his eyes
seemed to be soulless?  Then he pulled both my wrists beneath the
bench, and I watched mutely as my son bound them with one of my
discarded white lace stockings.

Bondage was something new in our clandestine world - usually bare
sweaty flesh was the norm.  A violent shiver ran down my spin and my
sex would not stop throbbing as I watched my son bind me as he had
been doing it for years.  I could see that there was no escaping, once
he was done, that the knot was tightly and expertly done so that blood
could still circulate to my hands but they were bound between the legs
of the bench, where it was bolted to the floor.

My eyes watched silently, knowing before he even started what he was
about to do, as David knelt behind me and pressed my feet against the
other leg of the bench.  Then using the last stocking, my son bound
those ankles expertly so that there was no movement.  I was tied
helpless in our little cedar world and my body was crying out for
attention.

My sex practically hummed with expectant pleasure.

David stood up and walked around me, inspecting his work.  As he moved
around the bench behind where I lay, I could not help but arch my back
so that my buttocks spread naturally and he could not miss the wet
pinkness beneath.  Such a sight never failed to please my boy and I
was a proud mother, being so excited for the actions of her child.

I lay on the twenty centimetre wide cedar bench, my elbows bent so
that my wrists were bound beneath the bench and between the two bolted
legs.  My knees were also bent forward, my ass exposed, with my ankles
bound to the rear leg of the bench.

Never had I been so helpless and my body was trembling with desire.  A
whisper escaped my lips, "Oh god David... fuck me!"

Then my son was squatting down before me, his face but a breath away
from my own.  I must look a frightful mess, I reasoned; sperm, sweat
and desire coating the skin of my cheeks, chin and forehead.

"Kiss me mother."

A jolt hit my cunt and I groaned with need even as my face thrust as
far as I could and our mouths smashed together.  Of course our lips
opened and my tongue hurried into his mouth - next to his beautiful
cock, I loved to kiss my darling boy.  More than any other action, it
felt naughty to passionately kiss one's own child.

That sounds strange doesn't it?  That kissing my son felt naughtier
than sucking his cock or laying beneath him as he fucked me to
multiple orgasms?

My son, as he often does, let me lead the wet sloppy kiss before
rebounding to force our tongues back into my mouth.  This foray left
me panting and violently shaking and my hips were thrusting my groin
downward into the hard cedar beneath it, trying to gain some pleasure
by grinding my enlarged passionate clitoris.  I felt as if I was but
seconds away from, yet, another orgasm.

Then the kiss ended and David waited until my weary eyes opened to
stare into the other.  That fear overtook my desire suddenly and it
felt as if my heart was clenched in a big fist.  "I am going to fuck
you mother."

My ass clenching and releasing, thrusting myself into the bench.  "Yes
honey... oh yes...!"

He just stared coldly at me.  "First in your sloppy cunt and then in
your virgin ass."

What had he just said?  I felt my head shaking negatively - almost as
if I needed to clear my ears.  I had never denied anal sex to my son,
but I had demanded that when it happens, it is done carefully and with
the proper preparations.  I never thought it would happen this way,
bound helpless and without lubricant.

A wide malicious smile appeared on my son's face for the first time in
this meeting and it did not make me feel any better.  In fact that
feeling of fear began to scream within me, shouting at me to open my
eyes to the obvious, to berate me about how foolish I have been.  It
was an evil triumphant smile.

"Then I am going to leave you here bound for dad to find mom."

My head was nodding negatively with a fast jerking movement.  David
ignored it.

"Your loose ass leaking come, your face and hair streaked with it."
He snickered evilly... and I knew this was not my son, my lover.  This
all had to be a bad nightmare!

My voice appeared finally, barely a dry whisper, "David no...!"  I was
bound on the bench so that my rear was facing the closed doorway - I
imagined what a sight for anyone standing in the doorway would be and
I felt suddenly nauseous.

"He will come home from his weekly golf game to find his slut wife
abandoned by her lover, me."  David barked loudly in an evil sounding
laugh.  "I will even leave him a note upstairs telling him how much of
a skank you really are mom."

My voice came out louder, shriller, "You can't do this David?  Oh god,
what are you thinking?  Do you not know that this will ruin our
marriage, our family?  That our lives will forever be in shame?"

For an answer my son suddenly stood and moved behind me, his long
strong legs straddling the bench and me.  I tried to look over my
shoulder, unsuccessfully, as I felt him move lower, toward my raised
bottom.

I knew with a certain dread what was about to happen.  I was not
asleep but this was certainly a nightmare!

There was no building passion within me now, no uncontrollable urges
from my body.  The excitement and passion that I had held just a
moment earlier was gone - replaced with numbness.  My vagina was still
wet, but I knew that it was simply an echo from my expectations
earlier.

Then David was inside my vagina and for the first time in the life of
our affair, I felt nothing for our joining.  Two large strong hands
spread my ass cheeks as he pounded violently in and out of my wet sex
- my body jumping back and forth upon the thin bench, the taunt
stockings causing the skin about my wrists and ankle to tear.  Grunts
were escaping from my lips, the air of my lungs forced from my chest
at each aggressive thrust into my body, driving me into the hard wood
beneath me.

I was nothing to him now - a piece of meat to be used.  How had I
ended up here... like this?

His thumb was fumbling with my rectum, lubricated naturally with sweat
and my earlier river of juices from its neighbour.  David was
thrusting back and forth inside my cunt like he was another man, a
different person - his cock now unfamiliar.  The thumb pressed
unforgiven into my backside, stretching it for its impending invasion.

This was rape - pure and simple.

How could I have let this evil thing grow between us?  How could I be
so weak in my sexual desires that I needed my own child?  It was my
fault of course - I the parent, the mature, wise one.

The small room was silent but for the slapping of skin, the sloppy
sounds of my invaded cunt and the forced expulsion of air from my
lungs.  Never had our coupling been so coldly done before.

The cock left my sex suddenly, feeling the air tickle deep up inside
myself as I was left gaping.  The thumb was removed and I felt the
blunt head of my son's cock press against the resisting anal ring.

"Don't do this David... I beg you!"  I was trying to speak calmly, to
reason with him.  It was not so much the impending anal rape that
bothered me so much as my own stupidity in getting to this place in
our lives.

He was not listening, I never expected my frail words to change the
anger and resentment that I head seen in my own child's eyes.  Was he
doing all this simply because I had set the rules that he ultimately
agreed upon?  That he wanted me more than just within our once a week
sauna affair?

How could he treat his own mother this way?

Then pain spread outward from my ass hole, as my son's girth was
forced deeper into my bowels.  A loud hissing sound could be heard and
I knew it was from my own lips.

David was using me - punishing me.

I knew what it was about, why he was raping me... because of my demand
for keeping our affair within the sauna.  David wanted more - he
wanted what I could not deliver.  Now my initial weakness at starting
this thing between us was literally coming back to bite me.

The pain was beginning to dull - though David did not seem to care, as
he moved forcibly in and out of my back passage.  It felt as if he
were tearing me, ripping the muscles even as I was properly buggered.

This was my own fault, and I knew I deserved this punishment.  Tears
finally started and I sobbed silently as the pain ebbed to a throbbing
dull cloud.  I have been such a stupid stupid cunt.  No, it was not
for my denying David access to me sexually throughout the week, but
starting what should never have been started.

In and out my son moved, his cock no longer a thing of joy, of
perfection to me.  He was using me, punishing me and it was taking
forever.  Up to this day, I could not get enough of my son inside me -
our coupling never being long enough.  But now was different, I was
nothing to him now, and that cock was no longer a thing of pleasure
but of redemption.

I lay still as I felt David's cock expand and began to jerk inside me,
he letting out a single groan of pleasure even as I felt the spreading
warmth of his sperm fill my rear passage.  Then it was pulled from my
body and the hot drops hit the skin between the cheeks of my ass -
almost feeling as if they were scalding my tender flesh.

His revenge was complete, as my helpless body was bound and soiled to
David's specifications, only to await his father's entrance.  I simply
lay in total submission - fearing but accepting the fate decreed for
me.

My son stepped back toward my face, squatting down just long enough to
rub his soft soiled penis across my forehead.  I could smell the sharp
unpleasant oder from my bowels but otherwise did not move.  It was not
the anal rape or even my husband finding me like this that humiliated
me the most, but of the betrayal of my emotions of my intellect.

Tears fell from my face as my son spit upon the small of my back, his
spittle the final act of revenge before he opened the only door and
strode away.  As promised the door was left open and I was left
helpless to await my husband.

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