I spread my feet apart, arched my back more and held onto the door frame as my son begun sliding his thick meat in and out of my pussy while hanging o... to my hips. This was so crazy and so dangerous I couldn't believe I was doing it but yet ... I wouldn't stop.I knew I wouldn't last long, neither would he."Do you ... do you wish you could eat Kristy? Do you wish you could taste her sweet pussy?" He continued whispering while fucking me from behind."Oh god! What if my daughter wakes up? What if. Shit! She didn’t want a gay kid! Getting some whiskey and going out on the back porch to act like she’d never been in the house was her first reaction.Brad was an only child and she doted on him. His best friend Will was a nice kid too. But this was unexpected. Neither was dating yet so she had no idea how they reacted to females as far as sex went. She and his dad hadn’t had “The Talk” with him either. Was it too late?Her son was surprised she was home since he hadn’t expected her yet but. Now that’s neither here nor there. It wouldn’t be good for me, I mean for us, to not be seen together in public. Not because you’re a lovely young man but because my marriage is headed for a divorce.” I listened in silence as he finished.“I do want to meet with you but I need you to understand where I’m coming from and again, this has nothing to do with your name being Joey or Joseph.”I sat there in silence; my brain, racing…He’s fucking married, he’s fucking married! Neither here nor there?. Then I did what any normal guy would do when concentration and clear thinking were tantamount. I drove to a local watering hole.Everything is much clearer and answers are so much more obvious in direct proportion to the number of beers I drink. I had four beers in the first hour and oddly, they didn't help, so I had a few more. It was the strangest thing. I didn't even get drunk. I just got mad. Then I got morose. Then I felt totally, completely alone.As I sat there thinking about Theresa, I.