Incest/Taboo Quarantine Madness

Chapter one.
My name is Heather, which if you are a child of the eighties is about as cliché as you can get. I am not your blonde bimbo type though. I am a business owner who has done fairly well for myself. I guess if appearances are all that important I would describe myself as average. I am not really athletic nor am I particularly big. I have a bit of a belly that I have had since my pregnancy with William. I am in no way interested in becoming a gym junky to try and lose it either. I consider my Mum body a badge of pride. I have D cup breasts that obviously have a bit of sag to them these days all in all I like my body. I feel feminine and I still get some looks in the right outfit. I have long dark hair that requires a little help these days to stay dark but it has always been one of my favourite features.

My husband, David, is a travelling sales rep and we deal with all the things that that brings. Yes, there have been hard times with him away so much, especially when it came to raising our son. I often felt that I had to be both Mum and Dad at times and it makes me sad to know that there just isn't much of a relationship between them. Don't get me wrong, there's no animosity between them and they genuinely care about each other but there is just a distance between them that they either don't know how to bridge or are just unaware of. Our son, William, is a very intelligent young man and quite handsome, yes I'm aware that I am biased, but that doesn't make it untrue. He is in his second year at university doing an engineering degree.

David and I have generally had a fairly stable relationship but being a travelling rep has brought its fair share of issues. Anything from financial difficulties to suspicion of cheating. We have both had our insecurities over time but we have been forthright with each other for as long as we have known each other and although the doubts get the better of us from time to time we can always talk it out. To be honest I have never had any proof whatsoever of him cheating but the doubt will be there for as long as he does this job. Likewise, there are times when he has suspected that I have had someone on the side, although that seems to be more of a defence mechanism. If I have ever expressed doubts he jumps in and says I could just as easily be having an affair. I will say that I have never cheated before now. There have been opportunities, I won't deny that and some of those opportunities were very tempting, but I have always been able to resist. Having a child or teenager at home is a huge deterrent as well but ultimately, no matter how lonely I have been in the past I have never put that ahead of my marriage. Sure the flickering thought of an affair has definitely entered my mind on a particularly lonely evening but my husband was rarely more than a skype call away and those nights often led to particularly exciting playing. The problem David and I have is that he absolutely loves his job, sometimes a little more than his family it seems, and it feels like he can't wait to be out on the road again as soon as he gets home.

Until recently there had been no issues in the bedroom. He has always been an attentive lover and has never slipped calling me a different name or anything like that to suggest he had been having an affair. I have always felt that we have been on an even keel as lovers too, We seem to intuitively know when the other is needing some attention sexually, even when he is on the road. Many nights we have made love over skype using my toys as a reasonable, although not nearly as good, facsimile of the real thing.

Like I said earlier though, there has been a change that's slowly taking place. The first is that he just doesn't seem to have the enthusiasm for lovemaking any more. It's not that he doesn't ever want to, just never as often anymore, I guess he is just slowing down. He used to practically attack me as he walked through the door when he got home. Now he just seems tired all the time and his lovemaking has become a bit mechanical. Like he is doing it more for my benefit and that he could take it or leave it. He used to send me things during the day that he knew would turn me on. Like photo's he had found online of things he wanted us to try or just kinky ideas. Sometimes he would write a short story for me to read about us in different scenarios. These days he rarely sends me anything much more than your average texts about where he was staying or what had happened at work. Rarely do I get messages of lust anymore and I haven't received a story for a good year or more now.

On top of that, things are changing with me too. Lately, I have been insatiable. Things that I previously only wanted to do on the rare occasion when I was really wound up are the things I crave all the time. The more outrageous and kinky the better. I can come down from the wildest orgasm and be ready to go again in half an hour like I hadn't had any for weeks. There are days at work where I simply can't make it through the day without stopping to go to the toilet to make myself cum. My pussy seems to be tingling on the verge of coming almost continually lately. I can be having a perfectly normal conversation with a customer and the most wicked thoughts will just pop into my head and my body seems to be ready to respond to it instantly.

Just last week I had a gentleman come in and ask for some information on a product that he was buying for his wife. I didn't find him attractive at all and there was absolutely no flirting of any type going on. But then out of nowhere, I saw him in my mind's eye, bending his wife over the kitchen table, squatting down behind her and tonguing her ass-hole until she came, squirting all over his face. Instantly my pussy was wet thinking about watching them do this. Everything about it turned me on. I have never been into anal but suddenly I wanted that more than I wanted oxygen. I wanted to have that done to me but I also wanted to be the one doing it. Yes, I had fantasised about being with a woman before but never had I done it. I never thought I would ever do it either, it's one thing to fantasise but another to actually do it, but if a woman was there right in that moment that even hinted she would like that I would have not hesitated at all.

I spent the next ten minutes waiting for the customer to leave as I slowly soaked my panties thinking my debauched thoughts. The moment he left the store I put the sign up saying I would be back soon, locked the door and headed out the back. I came within moments of pressing my fingers between my fleshy pussy lips. I was so wet that it was like I was drooling. I had to make myself cum a second time before I felt that I could calm myself down to concentrate for the rest of the day. I folded my soaked panties and put them in the plastic bag I had begun carrying with me lately for this exact reason. I cleaned myself up as best I could without triggering another orgasm and put on a clean pair of panties.

I made it through the rest of the day relatively unscathed but needed a third clean pair of panties by the time I got home. I walked in the door and straight up to my room. I shut the door behind me and stripped naked. I had cum before I could make it to the bathroom then again using the detachable shower head in the shower. My legs were wobbly by the time I got into my pyjamas and made my way downstairs again.

I was actually becoming concerned that there was something wrong with me and considered, not for the first time, going to see a doctor about it. I had put it off for several reasons, mostly embarrassment, but lately, I had heard that the doctor's office was a good place to avoid as there was some virus doing the rounds.

There had been news reports about some virus in China that was killing people but at the same time, they were saying it's just a type of flu and nothing to get too concerned about. Then only a few weeks after that, it appeared to be a lot more serious and that it had started spreading around the world. Italy and Spain seemed to get it the worst early on. I had become quite concerned about it as hundreds seemed to be dying daily over there but we somehow seemed to be a bit sheltered from it.

Then it took off in Britain and hundreds started dying there too. Whole countries were being shut down and people forced to stay in their homes. It seemed so surreal, like something out of a horror movie. It's not that I wasn't believing what I was seeing but between being so busy running my business and the fact that it all seemed so far away.

It was all quite sudden when the virus hit our shores and our government responded quickly and decisively.

Chapter two.

My son called me that night and I immediately knew something was wrong.

"Hey, William. How are you doing?"

"Mum, have you been watching the news?"

"What? No, why? What's up?"

"Mum they are shutting the whole damn country down."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Mum just turn on the news and call me back once you have seen what's happening."

I had never heard him like that before. What on earth could be going on? I turned on the t.v. and changed to a news channel.

"The government has announced earlier today that all state borders will be closed as of midnight tonight. All non-essential services are to remain closed until further notice. That includes all retail outlets, industries and schools. Unless you work in essential services such as hospitals, ambulance, police, fire or military you are required to remain at home until further notice."

What the fuck? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this some kind of joke? Was I definitely on a news channel? Surely this can't be real. As though my thoughts were being read the prime minister came on in a news conference. Everyone around him was wearing masks and there was a noticeable space between everyone on the screen.

"We are sorry to alarm people, this is not what we want to do but we feel that the threat from this virus is so strong that only extreme measures will suffice to help fight this with the least number of casualties. As of midnight tonight all state borders will be closed. No one will be able to cross them so I suggest you find your way home immediately if you can. If you are more than a couple of hours from home then our advice is to stay where you are and get as comfortable as you can. All Motels with current bookings are requested to maintain those people who are in your Motels for the foreseeable future. If you are at home, stay at home. We can't be clearer about this. People caught visiting others or leaving their homes for any reason other than to get supplies, get medical help or necessary workers on their way to or from work will be fined. Anyone fined more than once will be arrested. We are dead serious about this."

This was bizarre. It was like a scene from a bad zombie movie or something. I struggled to believe it yet there was the leader of our nation standing there telling me it was real. I picked up the phone to call William back but as I did it began to ring. I looked at the screen and saw that it was David calling.

"Hello, David."

"Hi honey, have you seen the news at all?"

"William called, I just watched it now. Do you think it's real? It seems so strange."

"Oh, it's real alright. I have just been told by the motel manager that we have to stay where we are and that we will be going into lock-down."

"What? Why can't you come home?"

"I'm too far from the border. I would never get there before midnight."

"So when will you be home?"

"I don't know. They said it might be for a couple of weeks on the news but I heard some people saying this could be for months."

"What are we going to do? Surely they will let people who are away on holidays or travelling for work to get home?"

"I would have thought so too but I will have to try and find out."

"Oh god, David this is bad. I need to ring William and find out what he's doing."

"Okay. Let me know what's happening and I will see if I can find out whether I can get home or not."

"Okay, I love you."

"I love you too."

Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was surreal. I dialled the number for William.

"Hey, Mum. Are you okay?"

It was typical of William to be more concerned about me than anyone else.

"I'm okay but what's happening with you?"

"Well we have spoken to our student advisers and they are saying the best thing we can do is head home if we can easily get there before midnight."

"You're only two hours away William and it's only six p.m. You can easily make it home."

"I know. I am going to give Shane a ride home then come home myself, I shouldn't be any more than three hours okay."

Shane was Williams roommate at uni. They had become pretty good friends over the past two years and although I had only met him a couple of times quite briefly, I quite liked him. It didn't hurt that he was exceptionally good looking. This was a different scenario though and my only thoughts were for my family.

"Can't Shane make his own way home?"

"Mum. He has no car and his parents can't get here and back in time. It's not that far out of the way and it's the logical thing to do."

Not to mention the right thing to do. I felt terrible that my son was setting a better example than I was.

"Of course William, I'm just worried about you."

"I know Mum but I'll be fine."

"Well, you better get going then and please be careful okay?"

"Yes, Mum. I'll let you know what's happening along the way."

"Okay, be safe."

"Bye mum."

I hung up the phone and felt more nervous than I thought was possible. Now the waiting game began.

I couldn't stand to watch the news, so I tried other programmes but it seemed that every channel now had the same thing on. It was the Prime minister's speech on repeat. All it did was make me more nervous so I eventually turned the t.v. Off. It seemed strangely quiet like the whole world was holding its breath. Normally there would be the usual neighbourhood sounds of an evening but it seemed everyone was already home and most likely glued to their screens. I walked outside and looked around but even the night air seemed oppressive. Like it was already dangerous to be outside. I turned to go back inside and my phone rang.

"How did you go, David? Can you come home?"

"I'm afraid not. I called my boss and he said to stay put. So I called the hotline number and they said the same thing but added that if I tried to cross the border after midnight I would be locked up. It's ridiculous."

"Fuck."

"Yeah."

"What are we going to do?"

"What can we do? We just have to wait this out. What's happening with William?"

"He's on his way home now. He's just dropping a friend off at his home then he will be coming straight here."

"Okay, well, let me know when he gets there."

"Okay. I'll talk to you then."

"Okay. Bye."

The next hour was hideous until William called again.

"Hi, Mum."

He sounded defeated and that scared me.

"What's wrong?"

"We've got a problem."

"What?"

"Shane has just been on the phone to his parent's to let them know he was on the way home. Problem is his mum works for the airlines and she is now sick; it looks like she might have this bloody virus. They didn't tell him because they didn't want to worry him at school."

"Oh no."

"Yeah. Listen, Mum, I know it's a lot to ask but can Shane stay with us?"

"Well, I guess so, I mean he has nowhere else to go now does he?"

"No, he doesn't."

"Oh well bring him home then, I'll set up the bed in the spare room."

I spent the rest of the evening setting things up and getting ready for their arrival. I then called David and explained the situation. He seemed a little distant when I told him Shane would be staying then instead of chatting he said he was tired and wanted to go to bed. I thought it was strange but just put it down to disappointment at not being able to come home and the stress of the day.

Chapter three.

I heard his car pull up into the driveway and I was out the front door before he had even turned the engine off.

As he stood up he looked really tired and I hugged him to me. It felt so good to have him home safe. I held him for as long as he could take it only letting go when he placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Are you okay William?"

"I'm fine, mum. It's just been a long and weird day."

"You can say that again."

He walked to the back of the car and they both started grabbing bags of clothes and their basic belongings. They took everything inside and despite the disastrous situation we found ourselves in I still couldn't help but notice how handsome Shane was. He was very fit and muscular and when he looked at me it was like being looked at by some wild animal that had just spotted a very tasty piece of game. It made me all fluttery inside and once again I was soaked, just thinking about having this stud in my house made my belly quiver with excitement. If nothing else I knew I wouldn't be lacking in fantasy material for a while.

I showed Shane where he would be staying and where the shower and everything else was. William had put his things in his room and headed straight for the shower. While Shane was waiting I showed him around the kitchen then made us both a cup of coffee.

"I am so sorry about your Mum, Shane. Is she very sick?"

"Thanks, Mrs S. Apparantly the doctors think she is fighting it pretty well and stands a good chance. It's mostly the elderly that are dying from this."

"It's so scary."

"It is but I'm really lucky that you said I could stay here. Otherwise, I would be trying to get back to campus."

"We won't have you staying there on your own. You are welcome here, although I may put you two to work to earn your stay."

"I'm happy to help in any way I can Mrs S."

There was a mischievous glint in his eye as he said this that sent a tingle right through me.

"I bet you are... Oh, and stop calling me Mrs S. My name is Heather."

Was I really flirting with this young, handsome, stud that my son had brought home?

"Mmm like Heather Locklear but much prettier."

Oh god, he was good. My clit was already tingling and I could feel my panties getting damper by the minute.

"There's no need to exaggerate, but thanks I'll take that any day of the week."

His eyes did a slow scan of my body and his mouthed curled into a lazy smile that had me wishing I was wearing something less Mum like. Like, oh I don't know, absolutely nothing. My nipples were pushing hard against the material of my bra and I knew without looking that they would be visible to him. My pussy was creaming big time and I knew I would have to go do something about it very soon or my jeans would soak right through.

My imagination already had me riding this young man's face and coming all over it when my son walked in.

"Shower's free."

Shane continued to smile at me as he stood up. He crossed over to me and took me in his arms. I could feel his hard body pressed against me and I almost came on the spot.

"Thank you so much for having me here, Heather."

Oh god, I will have you here or there or bent over that chair. I had to shut up the kinky Dr Zeuss in my head before I said something out loud. I swallowed hard to get my trembling voice under control.

"You're welcome, Shane. I just hope it isn't too boring being locked up with us."

"I'm sure we will manage to find ways of entertaining ourselves."

He let go of me long before I wanted him too then walked out of the room to get his things for the shower.

"You okay there Mum?"

William had a cheeky smile on his face as though he could read my thoughts. God that would be awful, I hope I'm not that obvious.

"I'm fine, it's just been a very strange day."

"It sure has. Things are going to be very different here for a while."

There was something in the way he said that that made me do a double-take.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, you know, we'll all be stuck here and Dad won't be home and I guess the rules change a bit under circumstances like this. But anyway we have plenty of time to talk about how we can make this work. I am very tired now though so I am going to hit the hay. Good night Mum."

I was left feeling a little uneasy about the way William said those things. What on earth could he mean? I rinsed out the cups and headed up to bed myself. Every step I took though made my slippery folds slide against each other and I was instantly in another fantasy where Shane was eating my wet pussy as I held his head and fucked his face. There was nothing gentle or caring about it. I fucked my sopping pussy back and forth against his face and all he could do was smile up at me. His eyes were telling me he wanted more so I gave him more. He had my cum dripping from him and it was so real in my mind that I was startled as I heard his voice behind me as I was about to go through the door to my bedroom.

"Have a good night Heather."

I spun around and there was this specimen in front of me that looked as though he had just stepped out of one of those firefighter calendars. All he had on was a pair of underwear. He seemed to be made of rippling muscles, his skin was still damp and his small nipples were hard. I wanted to run my tongue over every inch of him. I looked down and was impressed by the size of his cock pressed against his underwear. He appeared to be quite well endowed and my pussy began to clench like it was trying to reach out to him. I don't know how long I stood there looking but I know it was a lot longer than was appropriate yet he didn't flinch or turn to walk away. He wanted me to see and I wanted to look.

A part of me was yelling at me to go into my room and leave him alone and another part of me was saying strip naked and take him right here in the hallway. In the end, it wasn't me that made a decision one way or another. Shane looked down at my crotch and smiled. He raised one eyebrow at me then turned and walked to his room. Mmm, that ass was so damn hard.

I turned back around on wobbly legs and walked into my room. I stripped off in preparation for my own shower and as I did I noticed that my jeans were wet through almost halfway down my thighs. I had never produced this much cum from no contact before. What the hell was wrong with me? I peeled my soaked panties off and I stared at myself in the mirror. My chest was all red and heaving like I had just run around the block. My nipples were as hard as rocks and as I ran my fingertips around my areola they proved to be incredibly sensitive. My fingers trailed down my belly and found my sopping wet pussy. My pubes were all wet and my lips were so swollen and open that I could clearly see my clit standing at attention, just begging for some touch.

My hands trailed over my folds and I moaned in both delight and anticipation. I was so sensitive just the barest touch was almost too much. I didn't want to touch my clit just yet because I knew it would be over-sensitive and the fact was I needed my pussy stuffed and right now. I moved my feet further apart and watched in the mirror as more cum oozed out of me. I caught it with my two middle fingers of my right hand, then, almost half squatting like I was impaling myself on Shane's thick, long, cock I slowly pushed those two fingers up inside me. Oh god, it felt so good stretching the walls of my pussy out. My hand had cum dripping from it and making wet sounds as it splashed onto the tile floor.

I began pumping my fingers in and out as well as moving my body up and down as though riding that fat cock. I was torn between closing my eyes and letting the fantasy overtake me and with watching my body do the thing it loved the most. The further in I pushed my fingers the more my palm began to come into contact with my clit and it was driving me crazy. I went faster and faster, deeper and deeper, making crude wet slapping sounds against my ravaged pussy. At some point as my orgasm began to grow, I began moaning. I couldn't control it if I tried and when my pussy spasmed around my fingers I let out a high keening sound as my teeth clenched together. I came so hard that I was seeing spots swimming before my eyes but what impressed me, even more, was the fact that this was possibly the wettest orgasm I had ever had. My hand was soaked, my legs were wet all the way down to my feet and there were splashes on the floor and the mirror.

I was gasping for breath like a fish out of water and my legs were struggling to support me. I carefully moved over to the bath mat so I didn't slip over then laid my towel onto the floor to soak up some of the mess I had made. I couldn't believe how much of it there was. I turned the shower on and stepped in under the hot spray. It felt so good to ease the tension from my body. I stayed under the water for ages making myself nice and clean and decided to have a trim with the razor while I was in there. I took a little more off than I usually do but I was feeling adventurous so why not.

I dried myself off and slipped into my nightie, then went about cleaning up the bathroom. When I had finished I gathered up all the clothes and towels and walked down past Williams room to the laundry, put it all on to wash overnight then walked back to my room. As I was passing his room I heard a ping as a text message came through.

I entered my room and there on the side of my bed was my phone and the little green light was flashing to say I had a message.

Hmm, maybe it was my phone I heard, must be David saying good night. I thought to myself as I pulled back the sheets. I sat down and then picked up my phone. It wasn't David though. There were two messages there and both were from William.

I opened the first one.

"God that sounded so good. I am hard as a rock right now."

What the actual fuck? Was I reading that right? Was he actually commenting on me masturbating? I read through it three or four times and there was no denying what it meant. Was he really hard while listening to me masturbate? God, that was so wrong, but why was I beginning to get wet again? Why was I picturing him in his bed listening to me moan through the wall with his hard cock in his hand? Why did I want to see that so much? Not for the first time today I asked again. What the hell is wrong with me?

I opened the second message and nearly died of shock.

"Not anymore though, goodnight. Love, Bill."

There was a photo of what could only be his cock being squeezed tight in his fist and what appeared to be a lot of cum oozing out the top and all over the back of his hand.

I had no words. What had gotten into him? Strangely though the thing that caught my attention was the name, Bill. I had never called him Bill. Sure his friends called him Bill or Billy when he was younger but I had never called him that. The thought that the messages were perhaps meant for someone else crossed my mind briefly but it didn't make sense for them to be for anyone else. I was so confused, not least of which because the sight of that cum-covered cock was really turning me on. I wanted to taste it. Feel it in my mouth, feel that slippery cum being fired into my mouth and down my throat. God help me I was salivating at the thought. Then my phone pinged again.

Oh god, what now?

I tentatively opened it. It was another message from William.

"Did that naughty Bill send you a message? He is such a dirty boy. Anyway, I hope you have sweet dreams mother. William."

Was this a game he was playing? Was he in need of psychiatric help? I had no answers for any of these issues and I was far too tired to think straight right now. I put my phone down without responding to any of the messages.

I went to sleep fairly quickly despite the way my mind was swirling but it wasn't a restful nights sleep. That night I fucked Shane repeatedly in my dreams and at one point William walked in on us. Instead of being shocked or upset though he just pulled his hard cock out pushed it at my face as I rode Shane's cock. I didn't hesitate at all as I took him into my mouth. I savoured the slightly salty taste of his skin and the smooth skin of his cock head as it slipped further into my mouth. He grabbed hold of my head and began to fuck my face and as I came on Shane, William came in my mouth. Shooting his spunk deep down my throat.

Chapter four.

I woke up feeling like I hadn't had much sleep at all. I was so confused by my feelings. It was like my body was betraying me. I knew all the things I had dreamed of were so very wrong and the fact that it all turned me on so very much just made me feel worse. I was putting off going out of my bedroom because I knew I would have to face the boys and I knew I would have to talk to William about the messages he had sent. The last thing I wanted was to begin a long period of lock-down in our home together with everyone angry and on edge. The longer I sat there the worse I felt though. I was contemplating just crawling under the sheets and staying there forever when there was a knock at my door.

"Are you up, Mum?"

I pulled the sheet up over my lap and made sure that I was completely covered up.

"Yes, William."

The door opened and in walked my son carrying a cup of coffee.

"Thought you might want a cuppa, Mum."

"Thanks, William. It is William I'm talking to isn't it?"

He blushed a little as he handed over the coffee.

"Yes it is but if you want I can get Bill."

"William, you need to be serious right now. We need to discuss those messages you sent last night."

"Look, here's the honest truth, mum. I had an idea that I thought you might be interested in."

"Well, so far, I am far from sold."

"I know, just hear me out okay."

"Hmmm."

"First thing you need to know is that I know more about your relationship with Dad than you think I do. For instance, I know that there has been a serious lack of bedroom activities."

"Not that it's any of your business but how would you know about that?"

"A couple of reasons. First, your reaction when you see Shane is a dead give away. You want some of that young, man action and don't try to deny it. It's as obvious as day and night."

I could feel myself blushing. Was it really that obvious?

"Don't be embarrassed Mum, Believe me, he wants that too. The first time he met you he wouldn't stop banging on about what a hot M.I.L.F. you are. I had to threaten him to shut him up. Having said that, it really got me thinking and looking from an outsiders perspective and he's right, you are smoking hot."

"That doesn't mean you can do what you did last night, William, it's just not on."

"The other thing I know is going to upset you, Mum. I have known for a while now and I have been trying to come up with a way where I can get him to own up to it. I really didn't want it to come from me but here we are."

I could feel my insides do a flip and then they felt like they filled with ice. I think I knew what was coming but I was so deep in denial that I simply couldn't face it.

"Mum, I'm pretty sure Dad has another woman, possibly even another family."

"What? How could that be? Don't say things like that, it's horrible. That's not funny."

He wasn't smiling and I knew he didn't think it was funny either.

"Mum, I could be wrong but just let me explain okay."

I just nodded, unable to say anything.

"A couple of years ago I was in a shop with Dad and he had to buy something. I noticed, just through pure luck, that the name on his credit card was different. When we got out to the car I asked him why he had someone else's credit card. He told me that it was his work card and it belonged to his predecessor and they hadn't got him a new one yet. Now I thought that was odd because he had been there since I was just little and even then, I knew they replaced credit cards every year or two. Also, have you noticed how little he earns? I mean really for the job he does, I would make more working at McDonald's. I don't think he's telling you what he actually earns. And one final thing, there are evenings when it's impossible to talk to him via skype. He just hangs up straight away then calls back via normal phone-call and says something like he has poor internet there but he has been in cities and done that to me. It's like he doesn't want us to see where he actually is. Haven't you noticed that too?"

So much of what William had just said made sense. I had had the same thing happen with skype calls but I was either too trusting or gullible to think anything of it. My head was spinning. We had had many discussions before about his wages but David was always adamant that he was getting the industry standard and because of how well my business did we didn't really need him to have a great wage. If what William was saying was true though then there was going to be some heavy explaining to do.

"Look, you have given me a lot to think about William and I need to investigate a bit and see what I can find out but... You need to understand that what happened last night was not okay."

"I'm sorry Mum, but it really did turn me on a lot to hear you enjoying your body like that."

The way he looked at me at that moment sent a shiver right through me and regardless of how I felt about it all I couldn't deny the moisture forming in my pussy right now. I swear my body was no longer in my control. It was like I was possessed by the sluttiest demon in existence. William stood up and again his eyes did a tour of my body before he left my room and left me to my thoughts.​