My Son(45)

She could see the fire and want in his eyes as he once again kissed her allowing her to taste herself on his tongue, before he moved his mouth down to her hard nipples sucking in each in turn as she cried out with the instant jolt of electricity which moved between her legs as his tongue licked and flicked her breasts.

“God I want you Kelly” he moaned against her “I want to feel myself inside you, I want to own you”

Kelly had again groaned gently as his words washed over her

“Yes” she muttered, hardly aware of what was happening as the need for him rose so strongly within her. At that moment there was nothing more important than to have him between her legs and opening her eyes to meet his, her mouth gently pled

“Please Marc” as with a sigh he rose to his feet, his fingers pulling on the belt of his trousers.

Seeing the bulge of his need through the material she began to stroke him feeling the pulsating throb against her hand as he removed the belt and began to work on the button. He was groaning as her hands moved against him shuddering as her fingers wrapped around him over the material of his trousers. His dark eyes looked down on hers which were looking longingly at his erection clearly visible while her fingers found the head under the material, causing him to arch his back and throw back his head with the sudden sensations gripping him. Gently moving her hand he began to pull down the zip, as he sucked in a large breath to steady himself. He marvelled at how she responded to him and wondered at the way she was able to make him totally lose control. Normally a skilled lover, he never lost control, but under her hands he could feel himself ready to explode.

Suddenly a loud cry filled the air and Kelly’s eyes had flown open as she pushed Marc from her, her eyes still dark with the desire his body had aroused within her.

“Max” she cried jumping unsteadily to her feet, grabbing her dress as he stood in confusion beside her. Quickly stepping into it and pulling it over her hips and breast she had secured the dress with shaking fingers and without stopping to pick up her shoes Kelly had run from the room, her breath laboured, not from the need to run, but from the love making that had gone on in that room.

Reaching Max’s Cot she looked down at the small child his arms flailing while he screamed for somebody to hold him. She picked him up in her arms, nursing him and whispering soft words of reassurance and as she stood there it all came flooding back to her.

Marc had told her that he wanted her to be his mistress, and she had fallen into his arms almost gratefully. Kelly felt humiliated at the way her body and defences had collapsed with just a touch from him and at that moment she hated herself, despising the way she was unable to resist him. Looking down at Max she had groaned with pain. She couldn’t be Marc’s mistress; she couldn’t be the latest notch on his bed. She remembered Trudy and all those other women who had come and gone from his life and bed. For Max and her own sanity’s sake she couldn’t be another.

Max was now quiet again calmed by the feel of his loving mother and her gentle rocking. His eyes closing as he had once more drifted back to sleep.

Only now did she become aware of Marc leaning against the door, his eyes softly watching the scene before him. He still wore only his trousers, which were only partially done up, his wonderful chest and shoulders bare, as she had gulped with the jolt of desire that flooded her.

“Is he OK” he had asked with concern

Kelly caught her breath at the softness in his voice, concern for a son whom he had only recently found out he had.

“He’s fine” she whispered gently

“Come to bed with me” he had whispered in a soft sensual tone which saw her legs almost turning to jelly, his eyes holding hers, those dark eyes full of such fire. Kelly wanted so much to do so, but looking down at Max she had hardened her heart not listening to her bodies cries.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea” she finally managed

Marc had frowned, his eyes showing surprise as at that moment a wayward strand of hair had fallen over his eye, almost causing Kelly’s resolve to melt away with the desire to push it from him and kiss his lips

“Why” the confusion on his face and in his eyes bore into hers

Dropping her head so that he could not see the turmoil within her she had scrambled for some reason, aware that if he kissed her again she might not be able to hold on to her determination, and mustering up as much courage as she could she finally raised her eyes looking at him coldly

“I think that you’ve tried enough of the goods. Why give away the ending” She stated “As I said if the deal falls through I’ll let you know”