At my best friends funeral, with her son

I didn't mean for it to happen, I know people can get wrapped up in grief and have odd reactions. He was upstairs, hiding from the crowd at his mothers wake. I sat beside him on the edge of his bed to comfort him, put my arm around him, let him cry. His head was resting on my breast, and I was patting his hair. I was wearing a wrap dress, and he just reached inside. I was shocked at first, I didn't know how to react, I froze. He pulled my dress aside, exposing my breast, and put it in his mouth. I gasped in air. It felt good, I knew I shouldn't be doing it, but I didn't want to upset him any more, nor did I really want him to stop. After a while my nipple started to get sore, and my pussy was dripping wet, so against my better judgement, I pulled the other side of my dress open, and pushed that breast toward his mouth. He smiled and happily obliged, taking that nipple deep to the back of his tongue. I muffled my moans as his hands roamed my body, fingers dipping in to my pussy, sliding against my clit. I whispered that it felt so good I might cum. His hands took a hold of the side of my panties and pulled, ripping them off of me. I wanted to be scared, but I wanted him to fuck me so badly, I just spread my legs and leaned back. He leaned over me, feet still on the floor, and drove his cock in to me. His mouth went from nipple to nipple and then to my lips, kissing me as he pounded in to me. My back arched and there was no hiding my orgasm. It was all so wrong, it was my best friends funeral, it was her son, we could be caught at any moment, it was the best orgasm I've ever had. He looked right in to my eyes as he drove one final time, painfully deep, it was almost creepy how he just stared into my eyes as he came in me. I could feel his cock twitching, and the pulse of his cum pushing against my cervix. He waited a few seconds, then slowly pulled out, as though he didn't want any cum to run out, pulled up his pants, and left without a word. I laid there for a few minutes with my hips in the air, hoping I got pregnant, listening to the sounds of the crowd downstairs. I didn't get pregnant, or I should say I haven't yet.

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