The Love Shared - S01 E07

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The Love Shared - S01 E07

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

Doc's story continues, and as does his relationship with his Mother and Sister. But something darker lives in the house opposite...

Much to my annoyance Mom made me sleep in my own bed that night, she didn't want Dad stumbling up the stairs and walking in on us, which was understandable. My argument was how I was supposed to sleep with so much going through my head, my eyes had been opened to a whole new relationship with her, no longer was she just the source of love, comfort and shelter, but now she was everything to me. I wanted more, as greedy as that was, I wanted more.

I wanted to share her bed, to share her life. Dad being around was the problem, the man who deserved nothing had everything I wanted. And he didn't care.

I led in my bed staring up at the ceiling, a stream of thoughts running through my mind. I tried to focus on tomorrow, on getting that camera into Fayes bedroom and finding out what was going on. Maybe she was more like me than thought, maybe she was engaged in a sexual relationship with a parent. Her father.

If that was the case then I would know about it and put it out of my mind, but if it wasn't the case then maybe something a little darker was going on. And maybe I was being given the chance to stop it before it ever happened. Her father's lust for her was evident, but that could be where it ended. Or it could just be the beginning. I slowly drifted to sleep with the thoughts of becoming a detective, and then being the hero that Faye needed. But whenever thought about Faye, and my previous obsession, Fayes face would slowly become my Mothers, and it seemed as though whatever thoughts I had about becoming Fayes hero, changed into me becoming my Mothers hero. Not Fayes.

I woke up the next morning in a haze, something in my mind was telling me that what happened last night was nothing more than a dream, and for a brief moment I questioned whether it happened at all.

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom, wearing nothing but pyjama bottoms took my morning urination and cast a look towards the bath. The image of my Mother led amongst the bubbles flashed before my eyes bringing me my first smile of the day. I left the bathroom and slightly pushed on her bedroom door, Dad was curled up in the clothes he wore yesterday out for the count, I knew that he wouldn't be up for another couple of hours so my next port of call was Bobbie's bedroom.

Her door was wide open and her bed was empty, on the floor scrunched up into a ball was her nightie. I left the room and headed downstairs, I could hear the TV on and from the sounds of it Bobbie was watching her Saturday morning cartoon shows. Or at least, whatever passed as cartoon shows nowadays. Even at my age I was old enough to note the downfall in Saturday morning television.

I came to the doorway to the lounge and saw Bobbie laid out on the couch watching some badly drawn cartoon, a kid in a weird hat talking to a yeti. She turned her head and looked at me for a moment before flashing me a quick smile and turning her head back to the TV, I turned and went into the kitchen.

Mom was frying some pancakes wearing one of my hockey jerseys. I wasn't a huge fan of hockey, but I loved the jerseys, and Mom was a sight to behold in my Oilers top. Her legs were bare and her back was to me, I stepped into the kitchen and moved up behind her, sliding my arms around her waist she placed one of her hands onto my wrist.

"You only make pancakes when you're in a good mood." told her. "Well then I must be in a good mood," she replied, "And I have you to thank for that." she said. She turned around in my arms and kissed me, my hand dropped down to her thigh and slid up to her

hip. "You're not wearing underwear, Mother." I noticed.

"Why would !?" she asked, "It's Saturday, which means my boy's home" she told me. I returned her kiss while moving my hand around to her ass, if Bobbie came in now it would be difficult to break away from her discreetly. So knowing that we were in a hole that had no escape, I went with it.

I turned her back around and went down to my knees, my hands ran up her legs and lifted the jersey up above her buttocks. I kissed her on either cheek, before spreading them apart with my face, my tongue leapt from my mouth and reached as far as it could, it was far enough, as it lashed at her clitoris. She brought her hips back with a jolt as my tongue licked the point of entry, a thin trail of her Juice came with the tip of my tongue, making it look as though it was attacked to a piece of string tied to her vagina.

I knew time was limited so I got back to my feet and release my cock from my pyjama bottoms, I didn't wait to lube it and pushed forward, feeling her entry with my helmet. I brought a hand up to her breast, as well as it being a great place for my hand it also served as a prop to hold up the jersey. I pushed my hips forward, taking another step closer and I felt my penis slide into her.

The pancakes spat a little bit of fat at my arm, but nothing could take the feeling of being inside her away at this point. I brought my hips back a little before pushing forward again, I'd seen enough porno's of cocks slipping out to know that I didn't want that hassle.

I continued with the same motion for a moment or two, hearing little gasps escape Mom's mouth made me switch it up a speed. It was starting to feel even better, I could feel my balls tighten, the thought of Bobbie walking into the kitchen and catching us made it feel even better.

She gripped the edge of the stove and dropped her chin into her chest, despite the risk she put up no protest and I think the risk made it hotter for her too.

"Doc, I'm gunna cum." she whispered as best as she could, she got louder as the sentence progressed, I new that I was about to burst too and picked up the pace once again. My hand that had been gripping her breast released a little, before pinched her nipple between my thumb and fore-finger. She moaned again, louder this time, I could hear the sound of my cock collide with her clitoris, her juice was splashed over my balls as they smacked against her.

Her knees buckled a little, she struggled to hold herself upright, I felt her tighten around my shaft and it was then that I burst my load inside of her. My left hand squeezed her hip while my hand was back wrapped around her breast, I felt each jet leave my body and enter hers, feeling the warmth of her play with the sensitivity my cock was now feeling.

My face was pressed up against her back, her head hung low as the smell of burning pancake filled our nostrils. She flicked a switch on the wall switching the cooker off, and pushed the pan off the hob, I slowly backed up a little as she steadied herself.

'Good morning, she panted.

"Morning Mom." I replied.

Moments after breaking away from her Bobble came into the kitchen, took a seat at the table to hide what was left of my erection as Mom turned the stove back on.

"Bobbie honey, your pancakes are they but I have to re-do Doc's. they burned. she told her. Bobbie smiled and looked at me before delivering a "Hal", she took her plate and laid it on the table, pulling out a chair and then sitting on it.

"Mom's taking me out later to buy underwear." she said in a very 'In your face manner.

"So your getting underwear, what for Bobbie? Keep your boobies "So your getting underwear, what for Bobbie? Keep your boobies warm?" I asked playfully. She shook her head, "No because some boys at school make fun of me when my nipples poke in my t- shirt." she said.