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Out of the blue my husband received a letter from a young man claiming that Bryan was his father. He’d enclosed a faded photograph of Bryan and a dark-haired girl taken on a beach. Also enclosed was a copy of a birth certificate naming my husband as the father of a baby boy.

As we were childless, because Bryan did not want children, the news that he’d had a child with another woman, even if it was before I met him, did not go down well with me at first. Bryan tried to deny it but the evidence was there in black and white. He then claimed that it had been a holiday romance and that he had never seen the girl again so had not known that she was pregnant. It sounded plausible but we were still faced with having to acknowledge the letter.

Bryan wanted to take the coward’s way out. He suggested ignoring the letter or if there was a follow up to write back and say he wanted nothing to do with the young man. Although I was not happy with the situation I felt sympathy for the young man and felt that we should at least meet him. The row continued for a few weeks until I told Bryan that if he didn’t make arrangements to meet the young man I would. He caved in and, following several letters then a phone call, we arranged for him to come to our house one Wednesday evening.

Can you imagine my fury when Bryan phoned, at four, and said that he had to go away on company business right away. When I asked at what time he was coming home to collect a change of clothes and his toilet stuff he said that he has some in the office and did not need to come home. It was an outright lie and my contempt for him grew in pace with my anger. I slammed the phone down and vowed that he would pay dearly for his cowardice. There was no way I could contact the young man so I prepared myself for our meeting. I was very nervous and decided to have a few drinks to bolster myself up. I did feel a bit braver but the alcohol also fuelled my anger at Bryan’s betrayal. I felt strongly that I should not have been placed in such an awkward position.

It was in that state that I opened the front door. The young man was holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other. I asked him in and told him that his father had to go away on business. He seemed disappointed and a little angry about this. He was well groomed, clean, very handsome and well built. Rather dishy, I thought, and he had a great personality. He said that since he'd come all the way we might as well have a drink and get to know each other better. He said that he was very nervous about meeting his father for the first time and explained that his mother had died recently and it was only when he went through her papers that he’d discovered the truth about his birth.

We talked a lot and finished the champagne. I liked him a lot, his mother had done a great job bringing up. I could see that he was sad that his father wasn’t there. He is an intelligent man and I realised that he knew that it had been deliberate. I felt so sorry for him, as he was really nice, and, without thinking, I put my hand on his cheek, in sympathy, and suddenly we were kissing.

I was in shock yet I returned his kiss with all the passion fuelled by sympathy and a large amount of alcohol. Wrapping my arms around his neck I slid my tongue deep inside his mouth and explored it from top to bottom. I felt him pull me down so that I ended up stretched on my back, on the couch with his body half on top of mine. I closed my eyes and gave in to the mounting desire, which was sweeping through my prone body, no longer in control of my emotions.

He continued kissing me hard. He forced my thighs apart until I was feeling the thick bulge of his maleness push down against my sex. Automatically I lifted my hips up, so that I was rubbing my sex along his hardness, as his hands moved to the soft mounds of my heaving breasts and squeezed. Both nipples hardened as they rubbed against the palm of his hands, sending electric shock of arousal to the rest my body.

It felt strange letting a stranger handle me so intimately but soon I was shivering all over with sexual arousal and I suggested that we could be more comfortable in the bedroom.

Forgotten was the fact that I was married or that he was my husband’s son all I could think of was having that dishy young man making love to me.

I was so impatient that I stepped out of my shoes and immediately started undoing the buttons of my blouse. He stood watching me as I removed the blouse and neatly folded it on a chair. I wasn't wearing a bra and my large, firm breasts swayed and dangled as I bent over. Feeling wicked I shook my shoulders to make them wobble even more dramatically for his benefit.

“Wow! It's incredible.” He gasped. “Your boobs are something else. I'd have bet any money that you were wearing a bra because your breasts are so pointy and were sticking out so far.”

“Thank you kindly, sir. But why are you not undressing?” I replied. I could hardly believe that it was me being so forward. The alcohol was certainly giving me a courage I normally did not have.

I undid the waist-button of my skirt and, after unzipping it, dropped it and stepped out of it. I picked it up, making sure he got another eyeful of my swaying, dangling breasts, folded it then stood there wearing just panties and high heel shoes letting him have a good look at my charms.

Damian had taken off his jacket and was stepping out of his shoes, followed by his trousers then his socks and shirt until he was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts. The very tall column of his stiff penis stretched upward against his belly perfectly outlined by the taut material. I realised that he had a really big one much bigger than his father’s. The head seemed to be in line with his belly button.

The many drinks, I'd consumed before he arrived and since, were beginning to buzz inside my head. I felt giddy, giggly, reckless and horny.

“Why don't you let me see what you've got?” I asked him as I licked my lips hungrily and stared at the bulge distending his boxer shorts. Again it felt as if it was some other woman who was acting so provocatively.

Smiling he jerked his boxer shorts down and allowed his stiff prick to bound free and smack against his belly. The head did reach his belly button but I’d not been prepared for the thickness of it. It cast doubts on my abilities to take anything that large inside me but the drinks had taken hold and recklessly I decided that I would at least try. I stepped out of my shoes, slipped my panties off and climbed on the bed giving him an eyeful of my bottom, even pausing long enough to hoist it up in the air to allow him to study both my secret hole and pussy. I had never before ever acted so sluttishly even with Bryan.

Eagerly he lay beside me. My senses were reeling under the influence of the alcohol and the forbidden aspect of what we were doing and I stretched my hand out to circle the splendid phallus and hold it in my fist. My fingers didn't meet as I gave it several quick strokes to test it for firmness. It was like a solid iron bar and I knew that I was in for the screwing of my life. I shivered with anticipation.

Damian closed his lips round the summit of my left breast and sucked the nipple hard into his mouth. He whipped his tongue across the tip and I felt it swell as the blood pounded into it. His hands moved across the plain of my belly, to my thighs, then up over my hips and around to my bum. He clutched my bum cheeks and kneaded them as if they were made of dough and it made my pussy weep and my other hole pucker.

My mouth traced a wet path from his muscular shoulder to his chest. I sucked on his nipples, the way he was sucking on mine; before my head moved lower. I left a trail of saliva across his muscular stomach, into his deep belly button, then down to the crispy, curly triangle of black hair.

He was motionless as my lips softly brushed across the head of his rampant prick. A bead of clear liquid popped out to coat the tip of my tongue. I opened my mouth as wide as it would go and slipped the ring of my lips over the fat head. It filled my mouth like nothing had before. I had to pause, to adjust my breathing, before I slipped my lips further down the shaft. I heard him gasp with pleasure as his hardness became engulfed in the wet cavern of my warm, wet mouth. My hand, lubricated by my dribbling saliva, kept stroking the entire shaft not taken inside my mouth while my other hand cupped his testicles and gently squeezed.

I was proud that I'd managed to take a large part of his giant member inside my mouth. I felt especially carefree, reckless, daring and I made one deep plunge along the thick shaft forcing the head well into the back of my throat. Taking a deep breath, through my nose and with a twist of my head, I was able to slide the head around the bend and into the depths of my throat. I’d perfected that technique on my husband’s smaller penis but was still amazed that I managed to take so much of the larger one inside my throat. I held it there as I fought down the gagging sensation from having it so completely blocked then, after I’d resumed control, I lifted my mouth off.

Damian was lying on his back, his head up, looking at me as if I was some miraculous apparition as he told me that never before had any woman been able to take so much of his cock into her mouth. It made me feel sensational!

I moved up and straddled his lean hips and came down so that his shaft was trapped between my sex lips with the head sticking out in front of me. Looking down it looked like I had a short stubby prick. I rubbed my pussy along its length a few times as his hands reached out to cup my swaying boobs. While he handled my breasts I lifted myself up and holding his prick up with my hand I sat down. The fat head cleaved through my sex lips then slid deep inside me. It was very painful, at first, but I ignored the pain and used my weight to continue to impale myself, filling my spasming sheath until his maleness was fully buried in the snug tunnel of my pussy. I was panting, and gasping for breath, as the pain slowly faded and was replaced by pure bliss. My head was spinning and I lay it down on his chest.

It was at that point that I suddenly realised what was happening and guilt flared up. I was a married woman, who’d never strayed, who had, more or less, seduced her husband’s son and was sitting on top of him with his penis fully embedded in her sex. Because the pill did not agree with me I was not protected. My husband uses condoms as he does want any children. For a brief moment I considered getting up but that urge soon vanished as my arousal and the alcohol brushed aside my misgivings.

Instinctively I started to swing my hips back and forth forcing the thick mass of his long phallus to massage the walls of my vagina. The gentle movement stretched my sex, bringing wet heat and a burning inferno into my loins. I felt the sexual heat spread travelling through my body like wildfire. I sensed my clitoris swelling until it was rasping against the hard length of the shaft. His eager hands sneaked round my hips and grasped my bottom. His fingers dug into my flesh as he pulled me down so that I felt even more of his thick prick move inside me forcing my vaginal walls to flare open as the large knob tried to barge its way deep into my womb.

He started heaving his hips upward gradually increasing speed, making each thrust count as I kissed his neck and licked his ear like a contended kitten. As his hips began to move faster he rolled me over and slipped on top of me. I knew that I must prepare myself for even deeper and more forceful penetration so I opened my legs wide and lifted them high. He started pounding his hardness deeper and deeper into my pussy. My legs came even further back until my knees were almost touching my nipples as he increased the speed and power of his thrusts. Each time his thick prick plunged into my pussy I could feel his large testicles slapping against my upturned bottom. I reached and grabbed his buttocks to urge him into an even more forceful thrusting.

He responded and I felt the flared-head of his penis pumping and jarring against my cervix, at the end of each stroke. He had adopted the delightful and exciting combination of speed and depths to bring me to a fast but powerful orgasm. I held my breath. I felt my body go rigid as the tingling thrills began to grow in leaps and bounds and reached out from my stretched sex to the rest of my trembling body. Then my sex felt as if somebody had plunged a stick of dynamite inside it and, after lighting the fuse, had allowed it to detonate. My climax exploded and the sensation spread through me and blasted into my head. I gasped for air as my entire body shook, completely out of control as it jerked up to meet each pumping stroke of his thick prick.

Eventually, after experiencing the most sensational orgasm of my life, I did calm down somewhat to discover that he still wasn't anywhere near to climaxing. Eagerly I allowed my body to enjoy every tiny nuance of pleasure before finding a way to give him pleasure. I asked him to roll over on his back. We managed it without his phallus slipping out of my pussy. I squirmed on top of him, my boobs squashing against his chest, as I slipped my sex all the way down to the base of his upstanding member. I felt as if his hard prick had penetrated all the way to somewhere between my breasts.

Once on top I closed my eyes and concentrated on squeezing my vaginal muscles around his thick pole. I forgot everything but the sensation emanating from my pussy. I heaved myself up and down his prick causing the bed to bounce and squeak. Each time I came down I could feel my buttocks crash against his thighs. I was vaguely aware of the violent swaying of my jutting breasts, as I concentrated on trying to milk his phallus. I sensed that he was going to explode and it was confirmed when he heaved his hips up and slammed his prick all the way inside my descending pussy as I dropped down hard on him. I felt myself close to climaxing again as something gave way, deep in my sex, and the head of his prick entered uncharted territory. Seconds later his prick flexed and twitched inside the sheath of my pussy and I knew that he was discharging his sperm inside my womb. I used my remaining strength to flex my inner muscles and milk his prick as another climax whipped through me. I became aware that his thick sperm was gurgling inside my womb, trickling and coating my inner walls before running out along the length of his shaft to drip onto his testicles. It was the very first time I’d ever actually felt sperm blasting against my vaginal walls and it was sensational.

Somehow I managed to hold still, as he twisted and moaned beneath me, letting him enjoy his orgasm to the full. When he had finished I lifted myself off his body and collapsed next to him on my stomach.

I felt dreamy and tired and the alcohol made me feel woozy and all I wanted to do was sleep but Damian had other ideas. I am sure that screwing his father’s wife was giving him a great deal of pleasure perhaps making up in small way for him not having been around as he grew up. He pulled me up so that I ended kneeling on all fours. I felt the bed sink as he knelt behind me. He worked his knob inside my slack sex-lips then eased it far inside my vaginal sheath. His prick had somehow regained its hardness but it had no trouble penetrating me as my sex was swimming with his sperm. At first I just lay there exhausted, unable to reciprocate as he ground his hips with a steady rhythm for what seemed like ages. Each deep stroke brought my pussy to life. His phallus was still growing inside my pussy, getting very hard, swelling to its full girth stretching my pussy fully. The constant collision of his testicles against my erect clitoris, allied to the very deep penetration, was fuelling another orgasm. I started to shove my bottom back to meet each stroke which caused his prick to plunge even deeper inside my overheated pussy until once again the knob was penetrating my womb. I felt my secret hole pucker as the throbs of another huge climax swept through my whole body. I lost track of time and place. My hands gripped the sheet and my toes dug into the mattress as I arched my back and squashed my breasts against the bed. I moaned loudly with satisfaction as I came down from another peak.

I have no idea how much time had passed before I realised that, though I’d climaxed several times, he was still in me, still pumping, still screwing me like a metronome. His prick felt much bigger than before, hard as iron as it stroked in and out at a fast clip. I felt myself coming again, although not as powerfully as my first one but it was enough to have me shrieking with ecstasy. I rolled and rocked beneath him, as he continued to stuff my sex with his long, thick phallus. My dangling breasts wobbled like jelly bags as I humped my bottom back to meet his never-ending thrusts. I was perspiring like mad but it felt good. He accelerated his thrusts then crammed all of his hardness inside me and held my hips hard against his pelvis. I knew that, at last, he was blasting his seed into my womb. I felt some of it dribbling out and it trickled down the inside of my thighs. When he'd finished coming he slowly slid his dwindling prick in and out a few times, as his breathing steadied. I looked at the bedside clock and saw that he must have been screwing me for at least two hour.

He rolled to the side and I collapsed flat down on my face exhausted hardly able to take a breath. I'd been well and truly screwed to exhaustion. I could hardly keep my eyes open. I felt his slimy knob sliding along my neck then against my cheek until it was bumping against my closed lips. The tip left a smear of sex fluid which I couldn't avoid tasting.

“Open your mouth!” he whispered hoarsely. The bulbous head spread my lips wide apart and the semi-hard phallus slipped inside my mouth, along the length of my tongue. I was finding it hard to believe, that having already come twice, and screwed me for what seemed like hours, he still wanted more sex.

I couldn't object because my mouth was filled with his slimy prick. Slowly, softly I licked the shaft and, as I swiped off the mixture of his sperm and my pussy juice, I felt it harden again. I slipped my tired tongue across the tip and it jerked. Fortunately all I had to do was keep my mouth open, and use my tongue, and he did the rest of the work. Again and again he pounded his prick into my mouth, the same way he'd done to my pussy, and each time he managed to get more of it inside my mouth.

He sat back, on his heels, and watched his prick slipping in and out of the ring of my lips as he leaned down and fondled one of my rolling breasts. I wanted to bring him off as quickly as possible so I encircled the base with my hand as I used my tongue on the head. My jaws ached and my tongue felt as if it was never going to recover by the time his thick cream spurted to coat the inside of my cheeks and throat. The smell of sperm filled my nostrils and I did my best to milk the rest by compressing my lips and teasing the underneath of his shaft with my tongue. Some of his thick sperm slipped down my throat, soothing it, but the rest of the cream spilled out of my mouth and trickled down my chin as he eased his phallus back and forth. I sighed with relief when I felt the thickness begin to shrink.

I fell into a dreamless sleep and, when I woke up the next morning, he’d left. There was a note thanking me for having been so nice and his mobile phone number. He also wrote that since his father did not want to meet him he wouldn’t try to get in touch again.

I was still angry and also felt guilty so, when Bryan came home the next day, I read him the riot act. I told him how disappointed I was at his cowardly behaviour then I sent him to stay with his mother until I felt he’d been punished enough. He meekly packed some of his clothes and left.

Three months have passed and Bryan is still at his mother’s and I am three months pregnant. I got in touch with Damian and told him he was going to be a father and he was with me within a couple of hours. He said that no child of his would have to go through life without a father as he had. I pointed out that Bryan could be his father but he was adamant that he would take full responsibilities then he told me that he’d never met a nicer and sexier woman than me and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. I pointed out the difference in our ages but he said it did not matter. We ended up in bed for another marathon sex session. He moved in the following weekend.

Although Bryan is ranting and raving that he has been usurped he is so worried about other people finding out that he had a love child that he has agreed to give me a unconditional divorce.
I bet he rues the day he ran away from his responsibilities.