Fishing Partner

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My son has a cock that measures seven and three quarters in girth and ten and a half inches in length. I know. I measured it one evening as I playfully sucked his cock. Chris isn’t actually my son. He is my husband’s son. But, he has always called me mom.Today Chris is twenty-four and I’m forty-seven.Chris and I don’t date. We are more like each other’s booty call. We have an agreement that fits us well. I’m not saying we don’t sneak off on occasions for a weekend getaway or something like that. Because we have several times. We aren’t in love, wishing to be together secretly, waiting on the perfect time to run off together. We just like to fuck each other.Maybe I should have married Chris I have thought from time to time. He and I have more in common than his father and I do. Both of us like to hunt, fish, hike, and do whatever outdoors. His father will do all that. Or used to anyway. But, it’s not his thing anymore. He’s more into his business.I married Chris’s father when Chris was twelve. We instantly hit it off. For that matter. Chris’s mother and I get along great also. No, I didn’t secretly lust for Chris when he was a boy either. From the time his father and I started dating, Chris and I would go fishing together. As Chris grew his father spent less and less time doing father/son things with him. So Chris started asking me to go with him and eventually quit asking his father altogether.By the time Chris was about nineteen, I was his full-time hunting and fishing partner. His father just refused to go. No, I didn’t kaçak iddaa fall in love with Chris and seduce him. I don’t think anyway. But, his mother was the one that kinda put things in motion I guess.She and I were talking one afternoon and she asked about all the time Chris and spend together. I assured her there was nothing there.”Well, Clara. That is your fault then.” Kelly chuckled catching me off guard.”I couldn’t.” I gasped.”Why? Because you are married to his father?” Kelly laughed.”It would just be wrong,” I said kinda tersely.”When was the last time Mike spread you out on the bed and had his way with you that lasted longer than five minutes?” Kelly smiled knowingly.I just sat there with a blank look trying to remember.”My point exactly.” Kelly chuckled. “There is a reason James and I go see a movie a couple of times a month,” Kelly finished with a naughty smile.”Are you saying that you are fucking your stepson?” I gasped.”Well, we ain’t baking cooking. But, I’ll let him eat a cookie.” Kelly laughed.”I would have never thought that out of you.” I chuckled thinking about what Kelly had just said.”It just fills a gap for us both. Don’t get me wrong. I love my husband just like you do Mike. But, a girl has needs.” Kelly chuckled.”That is no joke there.” I chuckled.”Just let things happen and see where they go. That’s what I did.” Kelly grinned.As we talked I learned that Kelly and I had a whole lot more I common in the sex department than I would have ever guessed and Mike and David could be twins in bed.”Think kaçak bahis about this, Clara. It’s convenient and no one would be the wiser.” Kelly smiled.I can’t lie. I thought about what it would be like to have Chris in bed even before Kelly and I talked. But, that’s about it. I never let it go any farther than that. But, what I did do was let things kinda just take their course and didn’t stop anything from happening as I had previously. Not that all that much had ever happened to begin with. Oh, there was a couple of times things got a little close. But, nothing serious.I’m a woman with curves. I have a nice, full 44″ ass. A set of 42D tits that still stand proud, and a nice flat, hard 34″ waist and at 5’7″ it all fits me well. I will admit. I did start dressing a little differently. Not like a needy slut or anything. Just not so conservatively.Mike and I own a cabin on a local lake. It’s nothing fancy. A small two-room cabin with a loft overlooking the downstairs. Chris spends more time there than anyone. This is where it all began. I should have stayed home that weekend.”We fishing Saturday?” Chris asked as we ate dinner.”Sounds good. You want to go at the ass crack of dawn?” I laughed.”Got to beat the heat,” Chris smirked enjoying our banter.Just like clockwork at 5:30 am I heard Chris pull in the drive.It was getting close to one when Chris and I decided to take a break and get something to eat.”Beer and a burger?” Chris said as we finished loading the boat.”Two beers and a burger.” I smiled at him. “And you’re illegal bahis buying.” I finished with a flirty smile.As we sat and ate, the words of Kelly echoed in my head making me wonder if Chris had it in him.”I need to stop at the cabin before we go back out,” I told Chris as we climbed back in the truck.”Yes ma’am.” Chris grinned at me.The drive to the cabin was pleasant.Chris was leaning against the post in the center of the cabin when I came out of the bathroom. Walking past him over to the sink I took my hip and bumped his as I walked by. Instantly I felt the sting of his big hand on my broad ass.”Hey!” I yelled kinda laughing as I turned around going to swat him.But, it didn’t happen the way I thought it would. As soon as our eyes met, I knew it was going to happen. Chris pulled me to him. Automatically I reached up and put my arms over his shoulders and pulled him to me kissing him.Things escalated pretty quickly from there. It went from kissing to dry humping. To him picking me up and carrying me over to the couch where he laid me down and climbed in between my welcoming spread legs. We started making out again as he helped me shed my clothes.I’m sure he thought about eating my pussy. But, I was sweaty and dirty. I really didn’t want his face down there. I just wanted his dick in me. I got the surprise of my life though when I got his jeans unbuttoned. It was like I was back in high school again laying on the couch making out like we were.I knew Chris was hard already. But, I figured I could jack him off a bit and see how big the tool was, I was working with. Give it a good inspection. Chris just smiled when I reached inside his jeans and grabbed his colossal prick.”What the fuck!” I gasped. Sitting up in a hurry.

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