Title: In the Act
Author: Sara
Keywords: Fm Mf incest seduction

I pour some chilled white wine into a glass and make my way to
the big master bedroom.

The lighting is low, the bed is large, covered with expensive
linens.  I put the wine on the bedside table, and in a passion of
patience drop my robe to the floor with trembling fingers.

Between the sheets, you are there, warm, naked, but definitely
asleep.  Your cock is half hard, I note.

I find the remote, and turn on the television.

The green light tells me the DVR is recording.  The set warms up.

Yes, there they are.

They are in the basement gameroom.  She is in his lap, kissing
him like teenagers do.  His hand is on her breast, touching her
cheek.  She looks lost in love.

I love the way he kisses her, his lips and his touch both patient
and soft.  She kisses him back like a girl in love.

God, watching them makes me wet.  I silently raise the glass of
wine in a toast to hidden cameras and the suspicions of parents
(I touch your head in gratitude) about the passions of youth.
What an unexpected benefit.

My fingers find my waxed pussy, and my labia are so wet that I
slide them together gently.

With my left hand I press the button that zooms in on their
faces.  Her blue eyes are closed and her dirty blond hair is
falling out of the neat bun it was in during dinner.  Her fingers
are long and graceful as they run through his black stubbly hair.
 I can't help but admire her: she's a great lover, vulnerable and
aggressive at the same time.

They pause, she smiles shyly, whispers something the microphone
doesn't pick up.  They smile at each other in the easy conspiracy
of young lovers.

I zoom out.

The bitch, I smile to myself.  She has his cock out and her hand
is stroking it as she pulls his head to hers, not for a kiss but
for the equal intensity of their foreheads touching, the tips of
their noses, eye contact.  She is playing a role and I wish I
knew where she learned it.  "Oh, Stephen," she moans, her eyes
wide open and staring into his, and I'll be damned if I can tell
whether she's faking her passion or not.  "I love you.  Oh, baby,
I could die for your cock."

He grins, swept up in the ego of the young man. I roll my eyes a
little, but I'm smiling, blissful, forgiving, powerful, and very
near my orgasm.

You stir, and I feel you coming awake.  Unconsciously almost your
hands find my wet pussy, and your lips are on my nipple.

They'll keep their clothes on, mostly.  They always do, afraid of
the sound of footfalls on the stairs.  Her panties (the black
thong, I note) are coming off.

She stands over him, seductive, a goddess in her denim skirt and
white oxford shirt and her bare feet.  His cock is upright after
her long stroking.  Your finger enters my pussy.  (How are you so
good at finding my G-spot, love?)

"You're so fucking wet," you say, sleepily, kissing my breast, my
neck.  I should be.  She has straddled him and guided his young,
beautiful cock into her pussy.  She kisses him deeply, eyes
closed.  She shouldn't close her eyes: he loves how beautiful and
blue and deep they are, how lost in passion.

"They turn me on."

"Oh, Lacy," I hear Stephen breathe from the television.  "I love
you, Lacy."  She redoubles her fucking of him, is whimpering with
her need to come, to have him forever.

I am so close to coming, but this makes me smile.  He loves her.

"What would they say if they could see me fucking you?" you
mutter as you tongue my nipple and slide between my legs, your
tongue sending me over the edge.

"You.  Dirty.  Old.  Man." I manage just before the climax comes.
 "You need to fuck me tonight.  Pervert."

"Mm-hmm.  Cameras all over the house to catch my daughter fucking
her boyfriend."

"Yes, daddy," I tell you.  "You wanted to catch me, and caught
your hot slut wife.  God.  Look at mom fucking him... Jesus,
she's good.  I wish he'd eat her like last week... She's so..."
The words are lost.  "She's coming... look... they're coming
together... Come to my room tonight?  God, daddy.  Please."

Stephen's come is pouring into my mother, so much her light bush
is matted and soaked.

You lick me.  Your finger in me is like God.  Your promise. "I'll
come.  How could I stay away from you?"  You stop licking me, and
you look into my eyes.  Your eyes are deep and beautiful and
kind.  You kiss me, a lover's kiss.  "When she's come to bed with
your boyfriend's come in her, and fallen asleep filled with lust
for your boyfriend, I'll come, and I'll be your lover."  God, I
love you.  I kiss you, gently, but hungrily.

When you kiss me, it's warm, and I taste my pussy, and I am in
love. 


  
In The Act