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The floor manager hustled over to the racket and ripped the door open. Wanda walked out of the closet adjusting her dress with a flushed face. "I'm sorry, I knocked some boxes over. No worries, no damage," she panted.

Wanda made a beeline for me after the brief exchange with the floor manager. I sheepishly smiled at her. She glanced around to ensure no customers were around. "How long have you been fucking your son?" she asked.

Briefly I explained Eric's Oedipus Complex and Dr. Jones suggested treatment. I told her about my weekend romp with my son. I was thankful that the flow of customers had dribbled down to one or two ladies that really didn't need our consideration.

"Wow" was all Wanda said after I had finished my story.

"I feel so guilty," I sniffed trying to fight back a tear. Wanda patted my back. "I'm so wicked. I'm going to meet my husband for a romantic evening with my pussy full of my son's cum."

It helped to share my torment with Wanda. I loved my son and enjoyed the erotic encounters with him yet, I felt guilty about being unfaithful to husband. I was also aware that intercourse with my husband had greatly intensified due to my infidelity and I was unsure how to feel about that.

"You never considered those times we played as infidelity?" she asked inquiring about the lesbian liaisons we occasionally had after the store closed.

"No not really. I thought of them as more extracurricular enjoyment. I wasn't going to leave my husband and my marriage wasn't threatened." I answered honestly.

"You're not going to leave Mike for Eric are you?"

"No, I love Mike deeply but I do think my marriage is threatened. I don't know how he would react to Eric's complex or the doctor's recommended treatment."

Wanda took me in her arms and held me. "You poor thing," she comforted.

Soon after I composed myself the store closed. "I'm going home and fuck my husband silly," said Wanda, "I'm going to fantasize that he has your son's horse cock too."

I went to the ladies room on the way out of the store. I douched and changed into a new pair of panties. I took off my blouse and removed my bra. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror and twinked my nipples. I pinched them between my thumb and forefinger they harden with eager excitement. I replaced my blouse my areolas were visible thru the thin white material. I fixed my hair and left the store.

Mike was waiting for me outside the bar. We decided to skip happy hour and go straight to the restaurant. It was just a short distance away so we walked holding hands like lovers do.

"How was your day?" he asked.

"Eric stopped by the store," I replied. "He's home for the weekend."

"Any particular reason he's back? You were just there?" inquired Mike.

I smiled and said. "He said he missed me, that's all."

"He's such a mama's boy."

I stopped on the street and faced Mike afraid he knew I was fucking our son. "What's that suppose to mean?" I snarled dropping his hand from mine ready to defend my clandestine coupling.

He stopped walking too and laughed. "Nothing bad, just stating a fact, dear that's all. Eric has always been dependent upon you. You're going to have to cut the apron strings someday. "

"Someday, I will." I said relieved that my secret was still safe. I held my hand out for my husband to hold. Mike caught it in his and we continued our stroll toward the restaurant. He was more right than he knew. Somehow I was going to have to find a way to wean my son from sex with me without driving him psychotic.

We loafed on the way to the restaurant enjoying the cool autumn evening. We were seated almost immediately after our arrival. I looked across the table at my handsome husband enthralled with his confident charm as we ate.

Mike noticed the dark outline of my areola revealed thru my white shirt. "I really like your blouse this evening." He grinned.

I rubbed my stocking covered calf against his leg.

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