Author: Honey Moon Title: The Wrong Michael Part: 02 Keywords: Fm, cuckolding, incest, impregnation, romance The Wrong Michael By Honey Moon Chapter 2 My husband Michael wiped the sweat from his brow and drank deep of the bottled water our son handed him. "Thanks Mike." He said with a wry grin. "I should know better then to challenge you to a race! You're shaping up into quite a sprinter!" Mike grinned. "I guess I forgot to tell you I was going to try out for track next year." I pushed past the two happy competitors and grabbed myself a bottle of water from the refrigerator. "I would have beaten both of you if I had longer legs!" "Poor mom!" Mike giggled. "Most of the girls in my class are taller then you now!" My beloved husband grabbed me in a tight hug, lifted me effortlessly, and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "That's why I love you, pixy!" I couldn't help a smile. That's what he used to call me when we first started dating. "I thought it was for my cooking. That's what you told me last night!" "I can have more then one reason." Michael let me down and wiped his face again. "I'm hitting the shower. I have to be at the hospital in a couple of hours." "Go, stinky. I want to cool off for a few minutes first." I shooed him away, but he gave me another kiss anyway before heading for the bathroom. Mike grinned wickedly at me when his father left the room. "Pixy! I like that! You're like a little red headed pixy alright!" He grabbed me and pulled me close. "You're sure a pretty pixy, mom!" His lips claimed mine in a passionate kiss. "Rule two!" I hissed as I pushed away from him. "Remember rule two! I belong to you ONLY when your father isn't home!" I lowered my voice fearing my husband would hear. "Your father is home! I am HIS woman whenever he's home! You have to try and be grown up about this! I thought you understood that!" I hurried into the living room. Thank God Michael was already upstairs! "Mom!" Mike groaned in frustration. "I understand that your little shorts and tight tee-shirt have me popping a boner right now!" Oh fucking hell! Mike pulled his own shorts down, right in the living room! "See? I'm hard as a rock for you!" "Mike! Cut it out!" His beautiful cock jutted up and pointed at me! I looked at the stairs in near panic, expecting Michael to come down at any second! "Go to your room and masturbate if you can't wait! You know you'll get it up again in no time! We can't do anything until your father goes to work!" He was on me in an instant! "Jerking off doesn't feel anything as good as you do!" he whispered as his hands wandered all over my sweaty body. "Dad takes forever to shower! I can get done in time!" "Michael Bryan Winthrop, I said no!" I moaned as he slipped his hand down the front of my shorts and into my panties. "You have to wait until your dad leaves!" "I don't want to wait!" Oh God! This was turning into a wrestling match! "I need you right now!" I grabbed at my clothing in an attempt to stop him, but it was no use! Shorts and panties were soon down around my knees! "Stop it!" I snapped, as he began tugging on my tee shirt. "I'm still your mother! Go to your room this instant and jerk off! If you keep this up, I won't let you fuck me for a week!" He shoved me onto the sofa and yanked my shorts and panties completely off. "Hey dad!" Mike suddenly called with a wicked smile. "Come here a second!" My heart skipped a beat and I froze in fear. My son used this opportunity to pull the shirt up over my head. "Quiet!" I hissed. Thank God I heard the water start in the shower! "What the hell are you doing? This is insane! Why are you doing this?" He sat with me on the sofa and deftly released me from my bra. "Just showing my beautiful pregnant mom how much I love her!" he grabbed my hand and put it in his lap. His cock was hard as iron! "You did that mom! You're so hot and sexy I can't help wanting to fuck you!" My resistance melted away. "Just a blow job!" I hissed, as my hand closed over his erection. As always, I marveled at how thick my son's massive organ is. My fingers didn't reach around it! He wasn't finished growing. How big would it finally be? "You have to hurry!" Oh God! What was I thinking? If Michael came downstairs now, I was ruined! I could even end up in prison! "Come on baby. Mom will suck you off real quick. We'll fuck later while dad is working!" "Anything you say mom!" He stood up and grinned down at me as I sat naked before him. Oh shit! Mike knew he won! Now he knows I can't say no to his beautiful baby making cock! "Mom, you're the best!" He thrust his hips forward, presenting me with his raging erection. I started stroking his cock with one hand while caressing his beautiful body with the other. "Don't hold back honey." I whispered. "Cum as fast as you can for mom!" I leaned forward and let the head of his cock slip past my lips. My son was sweaty and musky from our family run. Somehow this didn't put me off like it should have. It only seemed to make it more exciting. His strong young body as always turned me on no matter what! I took more of him into my mouth. Mike groaned when the bulbous head of his cock touched the back of my throat. In that moment, I had lost all control of the situation. His hands went to the back of my head, and I did not stop him! I was no longer giving my son a quick and hasty blowjob. My son was fucking his mother's face! My eyes almost went cross as he forced my head onto his cock. The thick organ pushed past the tight opening of my throat with alarming speed! "Oh mom! That looks so nasty!" he gasped as his hips thrust forward. My response was to gag a bit as I tried to breathe around the massive thing filling my mouth! "You should be on the Internet! You'd be a deep throat queen!" I did my best to accommodate him as he made me worship his rigid manhood. Oh God! Mike had sure gotten more aggressive since I showed him the results of my home pregnancy test! Knowing positively he had knocked up his own mother was making Mike feel ten feet tall! I practically had to lock myself in my bedroom if I had to get any work done while his father was out! Good God in Heaven! The boy has the stamina of a racehorse! Last Monday his father slept over at the hospital and pulled a double shift. In those sixteen hours, Mike cornered and nailed me ten times! He was wearing me out. Who am I kidding? I love it! Still, this was going too far! Mike never ignored my few rules before! This was insanely dangerous! He kept his thrusts slow and even as he continued to avail himself of my mouth and throat. I frantically worked my tongue, trying to push him over the edge into ejaculating down into my stomach. Suddenly, he just stopped. "Nice try mom!" he said with a wink as he withdrew his massive organ from my mouth. "You know I like your pussy better then blow jobs!" I gasped and coughed a bit as I cleared my mouth of saliva and my son's pre-cum. "Wait!" I wheezed as he shoved me down on the cushions. Let me finish you with my mouth! Your father will be finished his shower any minute! I have to get you off fast!" "Slow is always better!" He straddled my and grasped his cock. "You know you like it when I fuck you REAL slow!" He rubbed his cock over my soaking vagina and found my opening. "Admit it, mom. You like a long slow fuck!" "Yes I do!" I cried, before remembering the need to keep quiet. "I do, but we have to be fast!" I gulped. "Okay baby! Now fuck mommy! Slam it into me! Pop your load as fast as you can into my belly! Don't worry about pleasing me!" I eyed the stairs fearfully even as I rolled my hips encouragingly. "Please Mike! Don't make me beg! Treat your mom like a whore and just use me to get yourself off in a hurry! That's what whores are for! Just hurry and use my body for your needs!" He smiled sweetly. "I couldn't do that to you, mom!" He pushed into my trembling body agonizingly slow. "I'll treat you like a whore, but I want to make you cum too!" Oh God! No! Not now! Mike was fully displaying the fearlessness of youth! What did he think would happen if his father caught us rutting like two animals in heat? Michael was no fool! He'd know in an instant that my song and dance about a hole in my diaphragm and a leaky condom was a lie! What would he do if he knew his own son snuck a baby into my belly? Dear God! Why did my son have to be a more attentive and energetic lover then his father? Michael only seems to be interested in me if I pull out the handcuffs and silk ties. Just looking at my butt if I bend over to pick up a pencil turns on our son! "Faster!" I begged as he slowly and steadily plowed into me. "Mike, you have to go faster! I'm being serious! This has to be a quickie!" I moaned as he once again fanned the flames of my soul. I wrapped my legs around his slender body in a desperate attempt to hurry him along. "Fuck mommy!" I gasped, trying to remind him of his favorite incest stroke stories. "Mommy wants you to fill her with cum!" I had to make this extra nasty for him so he would cum quicker! "Spray your semen all over the baby in mommy's tummy!" "Fuck yeah!" he grunted, increasing his pace, slightly. "My baby!" he said proudly. "The baby I put in you!" I heard the shower turned off! "Give it to me!" I whispered frantically as I heard movement upstairs as Michael toweled himself off. "Fuck the pregnant whore! Spray your baby juice in mommy again!" "Honey?" the cry came from upstairs. "Where's my blue tie?" Typical husband, Michael couldn't ever find anything without my help. I heard him move to the top of the stairs and I almost fainted! "Did I leave it down there?" "N-No!" I gasped, while Mike grinned down at me. He was enjoying my panic! He slowed down to a deliciously slow rhythm. "It's h-hung over the suit press! Go, g-go look!" "Okay! Got it!" I tried to push Mike off of me. This was getting too dangerous to let continue! "Stop it!" I breathed. "N-No means no! Go to your room! Watch some porn and jerk off! You can fuck me later!" "No!" Mike kissed me, and our tongues danced. "I am not going to my room! Why should I look at porn if I have you? Whores don't order people around like that, anyway!" I moaned in fearful arousal as my sensual torment continued. I stopped trying to push him off of me. "Fuck me!" I begged, imagining all the things that would be said as my marriage ended the minute Michael came down and saw us. God help me, it only seemed to arouse me more! "Make it worth the risk, honey! Make it good for mommy!" "You got it, mom!" Mike had been waiting for me to finally give in! Now my loving son was pounding his huge cock into me! This wasn't making love. He was fucking the shit out of his mother the whore! I loved it! I was scared to death, but I loved it just the same! "Oh God! Fuck me!" I panted, as my husband walked around upstairs. The danger somehow seemed more exciting now. Being fucked by my son while my husband was in the house was about the most thrilling thing to ever happen to me! It was like I was in the grip of some devious drug! "Should I cum now, mom?" Mike asked as sweat dripped from his face onto my body. "Gonna be soon!" "Little more!" I panted, throwing the last of my reason to the wind. "Mom needs a little more! Please hold on for me!" I moved with my son as he continued his eager thrusting into me. I pawed at the cushions in frantic jerky motions until I found what I needed. I shoved the corner of a throw pillow into my mouth and screamed into it as Mike pushed me over the brink. I gloried in spasms as my orgasm claimed me. "Yeah mom!" he grunted softly as his body went rigid over me. His cock danced deep inside me as hot semen boiled deep into me. How could he cum so much and so often? Surely Mike would dehydrate himself if he kept up this pace! When it was finally over he rolled off of me and simply yanked his shorts back up as if nothing had happened. I was in no such condition! "Oh God!" I gasped as my world trembled around me. "Baby, that was fantastic!" "Thanks mom!" he said softly as he turned to go. "I'll be back in a couple hours. We can take our time then and do it better!" He casually walked through the house and left by the back door. Oh shit! Footsteps on the stairs told me I had cut it too fine! How would I explain being naked on the sofa with fluids streaming from my satisfied pussy onto the sofa cushions? Without thinking, I reached between my legs and began fingering myself like crazy! Michael stared at my wonton display as he left the stairs and came towards the sofa. "I see little Alice decided to go to Wonderland without me!" "Mike went to a friend's house!" I gasped as my slimy fingers wriggled deep in the heat of my son's semen. "As, as soon as you went up stairs!" "I w-was going to join you in the shower, but I didn't want to make you late!" "Poor baby!" he said with a grin. "You could have let me handcuff you to the shower head. I had some time to play with you while you dangled there!" Again with the handcuffs! I was beginning to hate those things! Still, it was the handcuffs fault I had ended up being my son's secret lover and the mother of his child. I guess they weren't all that bad! "N-Now you tell me!" Michael took off his suit jacket and hung it over his easy chair. "I still have a couple minutes, so I can at least help my tiny pixy have some fun!" He knelt in front of the sofa and grabbed my legs. "No!" I cried as he pulled me towards him. "Wait! I'm all smelly! Yuck! I, I need a shower!" He only laughed as he easily threw my trembling legs over his shoulders. "Poor little musky baby. You smell like you need a good fuck." "Stop!" I screamed as he lowered his face to my steamy wet pussy. I smelled like a well-fucked whore! Oh shit! Oh fucking Hell! I was positively swamped with our son's ejaculate! Any second he would notice! Michael was going to get a wet spermy surprise I would not be able to explain! "I know you don't really like going down on me! You don't have to do it!" "Nonsense!" he said with a grin. "Consider it a late birthday present." He placed his lips against me and I groaned as my life passed before my eyes. I watched his eyes open wide as his tongue darted deep into me. "Damn Alice! You are wet!" he lapped again. "Honey, it may sound nasty, but you taste wonderful when you're all sweaty! Kind of salty, but wonderful!" Thank God my straight arrow husband had never gone down on me after plastering my insides with his load! I also think it's a safe bet he never gave a buddy a blowjob, not even when drunk! I seriously doubt he's ever secretly snacked on his own issue after masturbating, either! I moaned my ever grateful thanks to heaven that Michael didn't know what semen tasted like as he lapped happily away! The forbidden knowledge burning in my brain made every nerve ending in my body tingle! "Oh Honey, yes!" I whimpered as my climax grew near with unexpected haste. My husband was eating our son's cum out of my body and didn't know it! Mike's sperm were even now wriggling on his father's tongue! I almost went insane as my body writhed! "Eat me!" I screamed as I grabbed at his head. "Swallow it! Swallow all of it!" I bucked and twisted as my body was slammed again and again by spasms that were almost frightening in their intensity. I came back to my senses hearing water running in the kitchen. Michael shortly came back to the living room, drying his face with a paper towel. "Little pixy, I think you did that squirt thing people talk about. It almost looks like semen is flowing out of you!" I looked down and shuddered at the volume of our son's ejaculate oozing between my legs. "I, I mean, it's because you're so good orally!" I stammered. "I thought you were going to kill me!" That was the truth! Pure dumb luck was all that prevented him from figuring out I had just been royally fucked minutes before he shoved his face between my legs! Michael swooped down over me and gave me a passionate kiss. I tasted the unmistakable tang of Mike's sperm still on his breath! "I love you, sexy pixy." He murmured before he let me go. "Tonight I'm going to bring home a length of clothesline and really prove it!" I couldn't help giggling. Bondage wasn't so bad after all! "Get something to make a blindfold too, sweetheart!" I put my hands over my eyes. "Who is it? Who's touching my poor defenseless body?" "Naughty girl!" He gave me a wink as he opened the door. "I like the way you think!" I sighed. Today had been just too risky! I had to somehow convince my over-sexed son to calm down when his father was home! I had no wish to end my marriage over our torrid affair! I moved a little and let out a squeak. I was sitting in a puddle! "Shit!" I wailed as I staggered to my feet. "I ruined the damn sofa!"