Literotic asexstories – A Mother's Sin (2023 Revision) by venomlegions,venomlegions “Well. There she is, Miss Williams. Showtime, I suppose…”
“Is that really his mother? Goodness gracious!”
“Are you prepared for this, Lacy?”
“No wonder the poor boy is troubled, just look at her! His mother is a captivating enchantress, for heaven’s sake. Can you believe she had the audacity to attend a parent-teacher conference dressed like that?”
“Is it just me, or did our professors conveniently forget to teach us how to handle children from less fortunate backgrounds? I mean, what are we supposed to say in a situation like this?”
“I haven’t the faintest idea, but I suspect her provocative attire is at least half of the problem!”
“My apologies for being a tad late, I was out on a date and we encountered some traffic. So, what’s the tag team action all about?”
“Thank you for joining us, Miss Williams. And, well, this is Mrs. Lacy, our esteemed acting assistant principal. Please, have a seat, if you would be so kind.”
“Oh dear, I already have a sinking feeling about where this is headed. What on earth has Jimmy done? He’s such a good-natured young man!”
“Well, yes, ma’am, for the most part, he truly is. However, we have noticed some rather… peculiar behavior from him as of late.”
“And unfortunately, Miss Williams, that’s where I come into the picture. I believe it would be best if we cut straight to the chase. Jim has found himself in detention three times this week for, well, engaging in inappropriate touching with the girls in his classes – caressing their delicate bosoms and derrières.”
“Oh! My goodness! That… I certainly wasn’t expecting that.”
“If any of the girls’ parents decide to file complaints, we may have no choice but to expel Jim, Miss Williams. And none of us want that to happen, especially considering you are a single parent. Therefore, we would like to assist you in addressing this issue with Jimmy. To be completely honest… we both agree that your, um, your choice of attire may be partially responsible.”
“Miss Williams, really! He’s at that age, he’s eighteen! Boys’ hormonal urges don’t always differentiate between, well, right and wrong.”
“Wait, hold up right there,” I said, my voice low and sultry. “What does my dressing habits have to do with his normal hormonal urges?”
My friend’s eyes flickered over my curves, taking in the way my dress hugged my ample breasts and hugged my curves. “I mean, if he’s seeing men grabbing onto you to show affection, he thinks it’s okay to do the same.”
I raised an eyebrow. “But I haven’t had a man grab onto me in I don’t know how long. Today was the first date I’ve had in six months.”
My friend leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Now, Devon has mentioned other men here, but the problem may not be there. I mean, Jim’s developed a fixation on breasts and buttocks, Miss Williams, and let’s be frank here, you have ample in both categories, if you follow me? He may be, how do I say, repressing or redirecting his desires or his fascination with you.”
My heart raced as I realized what he was suggesting. “Are you trying to insinuate that my own son is…that he’s lusting for me?”
“Don’t freak out, Miss Williams,” he said, his hand reaching out to touch mine. “It’s not unheard of. Boys at Jim’s age don’t relate ‘Mom to – to sex.’ They relate boobs and butts, and that’s all. He’s not really so much lusting after you as he may be lusting after your, well, abundant physical attributes, if you follow me.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Look, I can’t help it if I have big tits and a big ass…”
“Oh, we realize that, Miss Williams,” he said, his eyes darkening with desire. “But putting them on display like you do may antagonize the boy.”
A mischievous smile danced upon her lips as she responded, her voice dripping with seduction, “So, you expect me to conceal my beauty? Shall I wrap myself in a delicate sheet, or perhaps don an old-fashioned barrel with suspenders? My derriere, as wide as a semi-truck, demands attention. I must display my ample bosom to offer men a captivating sight, one that diverts their gaze from my voluptuous backside. You see, I dress this way to find Jimmy a suitable father, a man who can provide for him. It would serve him far better than me parading around in a shapeless garment!”
The atmosphere in the room grew heated, mirroring the passion that simmered within her. Accusations were hurled at her, blaming her for Jimmy’s lascivious behavior, while she vehemently denied any wrongdoing. Secretly, however, she yearned for a vibrant and fulfilling love life, one that could truly corrupt him.
As the evening wore on, the notion of Jimmy’s infatuation with her body consumed her thoughts. She found herself unable to focus on anything else, her mind wandering into forbidden territories. Was he merely captivated by her alluring curves? If he were five or six, she might have found solace in that explanation. But he was eighteen, old enough to understand the allure of a woman’s breasts and derriere.
No, there was an undeniable feeling that there was more to his fascination. The teachers had mentioned the Oedipus Complex, a not uncommon occurrence in young boys. They assured her that he would outgrow it, as long as she resisted his advances and refused to indulge his fantasies.
But how does one confess to complete strangers the intoxicating allure that courses through their family’s veins? How does one reveal the forbidden truth of a passionate encounter shared with their own brother, when he was but a youthful reflection of the man Jim has become? How does one explain that their son is the embodiment of a love born from the depths of such taboo desires?
Such admissions cannot be uttered without caution, even after years of seeking solace in therapy’s embrace. It is a burden I struggle to bear, a secret I can barely acknowledge within myself, let alone share with another soul. Oh, how I yearned to bury those memories deep within the recesses of my mind, but alas, fate had other plans.
No, luck was not on my side. For now, young Jimmy himself has begun to exhibit the very inclinations that consumed my brother, myself, and even our father. Yes, dear reader, I am ashamed to admit that my own father succumbed to these desires as well.
When my mother fled, seeking solace in the arms of another, my little brother and I remained in the clutches of our father. Despite his drunken escapades and insatiable appetite for women, he no longer sought pleasure outside our home. Instead, he turned his attention to us, his twisted little deviants, and I became the object of their shared desires – until Jimmy came into this world.
Doubt gnawed at my soul, consuming me from within. I simply had to uncover the truth, to ascertain if the whispers of the teachers held even a shred of validity. And there was only one way to do so without tarnishing Jimmy’s innocence.
I had to create an opportunity for him to indulge his carnal cravings, all the while concealing my knowledge of his potential obsession with me.
And so, I whispered seductively to him, revealing my plan to indulge in the allure of powerful sleeping pills, surrendering myself to a blissful slumber for a span of two to four hours. I tantalizingly hinted that even if he desired to rouse me from my enchanted sleep, it would be an impossible feat. With a mischievous smile, I left the door to my boudoir ajar, inviting him into my intimate sanctuary, and sensually shed my garments until only my high heels adorned my delicate feet.
My mind danced with a myriad of enticing possibilities. Perhaps he would seize the opportunity to indulge in the forbidden pleasures of adult entertainment on the satellite, or perchance he would succumb to the allure of inaction, savoring the anticipation of what lay before him. In truth, I believed the worst that could transpire was that he might find solace in his own desires, pleasuring himself to the sight of my slumbering form.
Initially, I had intended to discreetly position the camcorder within the confines of my closet, allowing me to escape the discomfort of witnessing whatever transpired. Frankly, the thought of observing my son gratify himself was far from appealing. However, as I contemplated the situation further, a peculiar blend of perverse curiosity and a longing that had remained unfulfilled for over two years coursed through my veins. It was in that moment that I made a daring decision – I discarded the notion of consuming the pills and instead surrendered myself to the bed, abandoning all inhibitions.
As I reclined upon the plush mattress, a dormant maternal instinct stirred within me, emerging from the depths of my being. It guided my actions, compelling me to lie upon my stomach, shielding the intimate secrets nestled between my thighs from his prying eyes.
I lay there, my body draped across the bed, the soft sheets caressing my skin. The room was dimly lit, casting a seductive glow upon the scene. Time seemed to stretch on, teasing me with anticipation, as I yearned for something to happen. The ache in my neck grew, a delicious discomfort that only heightened my senses.
Just as I was about to surrender to the silence, a faint squeak broke through the stillness, sending a shiver down my spine. Intrigued, I listened intently, my heart racing with a mix of curiosity and desire. The sound of lightly padded footsteps danced in the air, drawing closer to where I lay.
“Mom? Mom?” His voice, a mere whisper at first, carried a hint of longing. Slowly, he increased the volume, his words dripping with a seductive urgency.
“Mom… hey Mom… Mom!” Each syllable rolled off his tongue, a tantalizing melody that stirred a fire within me. It was clear he was testing the waters, exploring the boundaries of our connection.
The little spy, so clever and cunning, had taken off his shoes, ensuring his approach remained undetected. Yet, even without the aid of the central unit, I could hear the gentle padding of his bare feet on the plush carpet. The sound, so intimate and sensual, sent a surge of electricity through my veins.
If his intentions had been purely innocent, a mere desire to watch a forbidden film, he would have refrained from waking me with his voice. But as he drew nearer to my exposed form, a realization washed over me, cool and calculated. He had something else in mind, something that involved bridging the physical distance between us.
In that moment, a wave of desire crashed over me, igniting a flame that burned with a fierce intensity. I welcomed his approach, my body yearning for his touch, my mind intoxicated by the forbidden allure of our connection.
I found myself utterly defenseless, trapped in a web of deceit. I dared not make a single move, for it would expose my true wakefulness, shattering the facade I had created with my earlier lie about the medicine. As a parent, one must never let their children discover the truth behind their falsehoods, for it would undermine the very foundation of authority and discipline.
And so, I lay there, my heart racing, as I observed his stealthy approach towards the dresser. My mind swirled with anticipation, wondering what on earth he was planning to do. The intensity of the moment nearly caused me to audibly gasp when he gently placed the pill bottle back down and proceeded to loosen his belt. Was he about to indulge in a private moment of pleasure? The thought sent my thoughts spiraling, yet I remained frozen, unable to react in any way. No matter his actions, I had to maintain my stillness, my complete lack of response.
With my head turned just so, I caught a glimpse of him through my right eye. My gaze became fixated, hypnotized by his every movement. I watched, unblinking, as his pants were unbuttoned and gracefully slid down to rest around his ankles on the floor. As I stared at his bare, smooth buttocks, it struck me as peculiar that he wore no undergarments beneath his loose-fitting attire. In that moment, it dawned upon me that it had been quite some time since I had truly seen my son unclothed, perhaps even a couple of years.
My mind, tainted by deviant curiosity, wondered what I would behold between his legs when he eventually turned to face me.
Once his shirt gracefully slipped off his sculpted frame, he turned with a tantalizing slowness, his gaze fixated on the bed – on me. The soft glow of the lamp caressed something substantial nestled between his legs, casting an otherworldly radiance upon it. I had to bite down on my tongue to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape my lips. Jimmy’s manhood, though flaccid, was a sight to behold – a colossal masterpiece, as thick as his wrist. A pair of hairless, swollen orbs dangled just below, accentuating his virility.
How had I not noticed this “John Holmes” caliber appendage before? It dawned on me that he had ceased his habit of parading around the house in nothing but his underwear some time ago, and now I understood why.
My constant display of semi-nudity had been the catalyst for his hidden desires, igniting raging erections within him – ones that surely matched the grandeur of his current flaccidity.
For years, he had concealed his true desires from me, and as he ventured deeper into the labyrinth of puberty, the frustration of being so close to the allure of breasts and derrières, yet unable to touch them, grew unbearable. And so, he sought solace in the arms of young girls at school, forsaking me.
As I cracked open my right eye, I caught him gazing at me with an intense longing, his eyes fixated on my voluptuous derrière. The two plump cheeks, undoubtedly elevated and, to my sudden realization, invitingly so, sent a shiver of both horror and excitement coursing through my veins.
As he approached the bed where I lay, my heart raced with anticipation. His left hand boldly reached out and caressed my ass cheek, sending shivers down my spine. I tried to suppress the sensation, but it was impossible as his hand glided slowly over my skin, igniting a fire within me.
Suddenly, his hand wrapped around my butt, delivering a firm slap that made my flesh quiver. I gasped, my body trembling with desire as I gazed upon his impressive manhood. It was a sight to behold, a good ten inches in length and twice the thickness of his wrists. Ron Jeremy would have been proud!
As I looked at him, I realized that I finally knew the truth about my family. After years of wondering whether my father or brother was his sire, I now knew it was my little brother. His massive cock and high-strung ball sack were unmistakable, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of forbidden desire.
As I lay there, my labia moistened, my face flushed, and my nipples hardened like pink thimbles. I was consumed by a lust that I couldn’t control, and I knew that I had to have him. With a hunger that burned deep within me, I reached out and pulled him towards me, eager to explore the depths of his passion.
As he crawled onto the bed with me, positioning himself between my thick thighs, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement mixed with fear. I knew what was about to happen, but I couldn’t bring myself to accept it. He was just going to play with my ass, right? That’s what I kept telling myself, even as he wriggled up between my legs and spread them wide.
But then, I felt the tip of his hard cock bumping against the back of my ass cheek, and I knew that he was about to mount me. My own son, only eighteen years old, was about to take me in a way that no mother should ever experience. And yet, despite my better judgment, I found myself relaxing, letting my hormones surge through my long-deprived body.
I should have fought back, should have beaten him senseless for even thinking of doing this to me. But instead, I gave in to my darkest desires, steadying myself for what was about to happen.
As he pressed his cock up between my ass cheeks and started to jerk off, I nearly freaked out. But then, he surprised me by starting to spank my ass with his free hand, causing me to moan with pleasure.
“Come on, baby,” he whispered in my ear. “Let me show you what a real man can do.”
And with that, he plunged deep inside me, his big fat cock filling me up completely. I couldn’t help but moan and writhe beneath him, my body responding to his every touch and thrust.
“Jiggle that fat ass for me, baby,” he growled, smacking my ass again and again. “Let me hear you scream.”
And scream I did, as he took me harder and deeper than I ever thought possible. It was wrong, so very wrong, but in that moment, I didn’t care. All I wanted was him, my own flesh and blood, taking me to heights of pleasure that I had never known before.
The little devil was finding his pleasure by stroking himself between my voluptuous, bouncing, plump buttocks. And, to my surprise, I was enjoying it too! My sweet nectar was flowing onto the bed beneath me, and the urge to take action – to take the little rascal – was becoming almost unbearable!
I don’t know where the tube of lubricant came from. But when he stopped spanking me for a moment, and I heard the sound of the slippery substance squirting – I somehow had the feeling…
… to be penetrated in my beloved backdoor!
“Oh yes… such a tight little hole!”
I had to bite down on the edge of the pillow to stop myself from screaming as he wriggled and pushed his massive manhood up into my tight anus. The pain was excruciating, but after several moments of him sliding in and out – the discomfort gave way to something close to pleasure. I had never experienced anal before, never desired it – and didn’t want it this time either, but because of my own curiosity – my own foolishness, I was now taking it up the ass whether I wanted to or not!
Suddenly, the little devil made up his mind to ravage his mommy’s ass with all his might. His bony hips, barely legal at eighteen, began to move like well-oiled pistons, thrusting his cock in and out of my hole with such ferocity that my entire body began to quiver and gyrate uncontrollably.
“Oh, yes! Oh, my God! Oh, my, oh, oh, oh!”
With each thrust, he hit a spot deep inside me, causing my body to tremble and a flood of hot fluids to gush out of my cunt onto the bed. The soaked mattress bore witness to yet another orgasm from my own son.
I wanted to scream, to moan, to let out all the pent-up desire that had been building inside me for so long. But I knew I couldn’t, not if I ever hoped to return to a normal life after this forbidden tryst with my own flesh and blood.
It felt like an eternity before he finally reached his climax, and what a climax it was. It felt like he had flushed my colon with his creamy release.
“Oh, yes! Yes, damn it!”
I thought I had it bad, being sexually deprived for so long. But poor Jimmy had been lusting after me for years, and only now had he been able to fulfill his deepest desires.
As he finally dismounted from my body, my senses were ablaze with a fiery passion that left me aching and yearning for more. My tight little asshole throbbed with a delicious pain, while the sticky warmth of his come coated the backs of my thighs, dripping down onto the bed to mingle with my own sweet nectar.
But even as I lay there, sated and spent, I couldn’t help but admire the cunning of my young lover. With a deft hand, he cleaned up his mess and slipped away into the night, leaving me to bask in the afterglow of our forbidden tryst.
The teachers had warned me about Jimmy, but I couldn’t resist his charms. And now, as I lay there, my body still humming with pleasure, I knew that I had made the right choice.
As I listened to my son’s crude compliments, I felt a thrill of excitement course through me. His words were vulgar, yes, but they were also a testament to my own irresistible allure.
And as I reached for the camcorder hidden in my closet, I knew that I would treasure this moment forever. For in the heat of our passion, my son and I had become one, bound together by a love that was both taboo and irresistible.
As the night wore on, I found myself lost in a sea of erotic thoughts, my mind consumed by the image of my son taking me from behind, his strong hands gripping my ample hips as he plunged deep into my eager, waiting body. I couldn’t help but touch myself, my fingers tracing the curves of my body as I imagined his hard, throbbing cock filling me up completely.
As the hours ticked by, my pleasure grew more intense, my moans and gasps filling the air as I brought myself to the brink of ecstasy time and time again. By the time the sun began to rise, my bed was soaked through with the sweet, sticky evidence of my desire, my body trembling with the aftershocks of my intense orgasms.
But as I lay there, spent and sated, a nagging thought crept into my mind – had I gone too far? After all, I had already given in to the taboo desires that had haunted me for so long, giving myself over to the lustful embrace of both my father and my brother. Was I truly ok, or had I crossed a line that could never be uncrossed?
But even as I pondered these questions, another thought began to take shape in my mind – a plan to seduce my handsome, virile teacher, to make him my willing partner in the wild, forbidden world of taboo desire. And as I lay there, my body still humming with pleasure, I knew that I would stop at nothing to make my twisted fantasies a reality.
-oOo-
Are you a bad mother? It’s a question that lingers in my mind, but I know the answer. I am the second kind of bad mother, the one who craves the touch of her child in a way that society deems taboo. But I can’t help it, it’s like a genetic predisposition that I can’t shake off.
As I watch my son Jimmy, I can’t help but feel a stirring in my loins. Is it wrong to want him in that way? Maybe it’s him who’s manipulating me, but I don’t care. I remember my own twisted affair with my brother, and I know that I’m the one in control.
I watch the video of Jimmy ass-fucking me, and I can feel the heat rising in my body. I decide that I’m going to be the one in charge of any sexual affair we might have. I plot a fake situation to seduce him, and I can’t wait to feel his hands on my body again.
Last night, he took advantage of me in a way that I never dreamed possible. He fucked me in the damn asshole, slapping my fat ass like he was a porn star stud. It was crazy, but I loved every moment of it.
I know it’s deviant, but I can’t help myself. I want him, and I’ll do anything to have him. I’m a bad mother, but I don’t care. As long as I have Jimmy, nothing else matters.
Tonight, I am going to get what I crave, one way or another. The little devil will give it to me, willingly or not. I can hardly wait to feel his body against mine, to taste his lips and explore every inch of him.
I am playing it cool, just like I did last night. When he comes home from school, I will pretend to be passed out from my sleeping pills. I have placed them on the table by the couch, so he will see them and know that I am out cold.
To make the scene even more convincing, I have picked up a few extra props. An empty beer bottle will make him think I am even more intoxicated than I was last night. And a big rubber dildo, purchased from the porno store, will guide him in the right direction.
I want him to think that I am sexually frustrated, to the point where I have gotten drunk and stoned while watching porn. I even picked up a movie called “Big Momma Needs Love Too!” to make him think that I am interested in younger men.
I know he is just eighteen, but when he walks in that door tonight, I want him to know exactly what I need and what I want. I want him to be mine, completely and utterly.
As I lay there, pretending to be unconscious, I couldn’t help but feel a tingle of excitement run through my body. My lover was about to arrive, and I had a surprise in store for him.
I had carefully chosen a movie that featured a woman who looked just like me, and I had frozen it on a particularly steamy scene. I knew that as soon as he walked in the door, the image would hit him like a ton of bricks.
I couldn’t wait to feel his strong hands on my body, but I was nervous. It had been so long since I had been touched like this, and I wanted it to be perfect.
As the minutes ticked by, I could feel my heart racing with anticipation. And then, finally, I heard the door open.
I lay there, still pretending to be unconscious, as he walked in and saw me in all my naked glory. I could see the desire in his eyes as he took in the scene before him.
And then, without a word, he began to ravish me. His hands were rough and demanding as he explored every inch of my body, and I moaned with pleasure.
It was everything I had hoped for and more, and as he finally entered me, I felt a wave of ecstasy wash over me.
But as we reached the peak of our passion, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to set up the camcorder. It was a small detail, but it didn’t matter. In that moment, all that mattered was the intense pleasure we were experiencing together.
Oh, the thrill of the chase! With just three minutes remaining, I feel the urgency coursing through my veins, igniting a fire within me. My heart pounds in my chest as I prepare for a mad dash to retrieve the camera from my closet. Oh, how I long for a video of this momentous occasion; it simply cannot be done without capturing it on film.
My body, fueled by desire, propels me forward, my feet barely touching the ground as I race through the house. The anticipation heightens my senses, making every second feel like an eternity. I turn corners with grace, my movements fluid and purposeful, all in pursuit of that damn camcorder.
In my haste, I shed my blouse, freeing myself from the constraints of clothing. Oh, the freedom of being naked, unencumbered by fabric! It reminds me of my youth, when I was unburdened by the weight of adulthood. Ah, those were the days, when my breasts were not as ample as they are now. Each step I take sends them bouncing, their voluptuousness captivating me, reminding me of the sensuality that awaits.
“Shit! Shit! Shit! Hurry! Fuck! Shit! Dammit!” I mutter under my breath, the urgency driving me forward. Time is of the essence, and I cannot afford to waste a single moment. They will be here any minute, and I must be ready to greet them with open arms, and perhaps a few surprises along the way.
As I enter the boudoir, my bosom throbs with a delightful ache, a testament to their untamed bouncing allure. In this moment, I yearn for the grace of smaller breasts, if only to alleviate the sensations that consume me.
With a camcorder clasped in one hand and my panties flung carelessly from the other, I manage to retreat back to the living room with mere seconds to spare. The sheer force and motion of my voluptuous bosom, however, disrupts my equilibrium at the final moment, causing me to stumble and sprawl my ample derriere across the floor.
Just as I hear the jingle of Jimmy’s keys in the door lock, I hastily make my way to the entertainment center, forcefully placing the camera atop it. Collapsing onto the couch, I am met with an unexpected surprise – the sensation of a dildo beneath me.
“Hey, Mom! Hey! Hello? What… the devil… is she doing… goodness! Has she resorted to sleeping pills once more? And alcohol too… It seems… oh my! Hey! What on earth is she watching? Oh-hoo… Well, that certainly explains her state of undress!”
Jimmy was a smart boy, no doubt about it. It took him only a minute and a half to figure out what he was looking at, and I couldn’t help but wonder what expression was on his face. I wanted to open my eyes and see for myself, but I couldn’t move a muscle.
But from the sound of his voice, I could tell he wasn’t disappointed with my druggie bad behavior. In fact, he sounded positively exhausted. I knew he had been waiting for this moment, just as I had.
“Big Momma Needs Love Too!” he said sarcastically. But I knew he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I could feel the heat between my legs, and I knew he could too.
I wanted him to come over and fuck me like a good son. I wanted to feel his hot, thick, squirting come inside me. I was so fucking horny, I could almost taste it.
But he was taking his sweet time. Didn’t he know how much I needed him? I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have him now.
“Come to me,” I whispered, my voice heavy with desire. My body was on fire, my mind consumed with the thought of him inside me. And then, as he entered me, I gasped in ecstasy. “Oh holy shit,” I moaned, my body writhing beneath him.
But as he continued to thrust, a sudden realization hit me. I hadn’t even considered the possibility of him coming inside me. “Oh how stupid was that?” I thought, panic rising within me. “Now what am I gonna do?”
My mind raced as he continued to move inside me. If he came and I ended up pregnant, it would be a scandal beyond measure. But even as I tried to push the thought from my mind, my body betrayed me. I was so turned on, so desperate for him, that I couldn’t bear the thought of him stopping.
And then, as he pulled out, I knew it was too late. “Fuck-shit!” I cursed, my heart racing. “I might end up pregnant by him – how sick would that be!”
But even as I tried to calm myself, my thoughts were interrupted by a voice. “I bet I know a young man who wouldn’t mind coming in to meet you, heh-heh!” My mother’s words echoed in my mind, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she had some kind of obsession with younger men.
As I lay there, lost in thought, I realized that I was in a pickle. I couldn’t do anything to stop him if he was of a mind to blow a load in my pussy. “Shit!” I thought, my heart racing.
But even as I tried to push the thought from my mind, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. My body was so swollen and aching, how could he not want to stick himself inside me? “Man! Look at that pussy!” I heard him say. “It’s practically begging for something to be stuck up in it!”
And then, as he entered me once more, I knew that I was lost. I would do anything to feel him inside me, to experience the pleasure that only he could give me. “Oh well!” I thought, my mind consumed with desire. “Guess it’s too late to cry about it now, just shut up and suck it up – every last little hot drop of it, too. Damn I’m so horny!”
I could hear the subtle thud of his backpack hitting the floor, followed by the delicate whisper of fabric as he undressed, shedding his school uniform shirt.
“Mother? Is that a provocative toy beneath your exquisite derriere? Goodness gracious! It seems she must have indulged in some intimate exploration!”
No, no, no – he might misconstrue my desires, assuming I crave further anal pleasures – oh, why did I carelessly perch upon that accursed object?
“Silly woman, you should have placed it within your ample, inviting femininity, truly! Perhaps I should demonstrate what I mean.”
Ah, yes, that’s it – no anal this time – I yearn for it within my delicate, moist sanctuary!
“Ah, much better! No, no – that won’t suffice, allow me to plunge it deeper for you, Mother!”
Oh dear, he has inserted the darned dildo. Not the toy, you imbecile, your throbbing manhood – your exquisite, pulsating manhood! Oh, my son!
“I wager you relish this, don’t you?”
Oh my! In truth, I do! Goodness! He possesses an innate talent for pleasuring, doesn’t he!
He begins to slide his thick, pulsating member inside of me, slowly at first, savoring every inch of my tightness. I can feel my body responding to his every move, my hips rising to meet his thrusts. As he picks up the pace, I can feel my orgasm building, a fire burning deep within me.
Just as I’m about to explode, he pulls out, leaving me gasping and wanting more. But before I can even protest, he’s already unzipping his pants, his cock standing at attention, ready to take me to new heights of pleasure.
I can feel my heart racing as he enters me once again, his cock filling me completely. I’m lost in a sea of sensation, my body writhing beneath him as he takes me to the brink of ecstasy.
And then it happens – my body convulses with pleasure, my juices flowing freely as I scream out his name. He’s relentless, his hands roaming over my body, his lips on mine as we ride the waves of pleasure together.
As he discovers my breasts, I can feel my nipples hardening under his touch, my body responding to his every move. And then, just as I think I can’t take any more, I come again, my body shaking with the force of my release.
In that moment, I know that I’ll never need a cheap rubber cock again – not when I have the real thing right here with me.
Oh, yes! Yes! You naughty little devil, take me however you please. Ravage me, make me yours completely. I want you to fuck me raw, to take me to the brink of ecstasy and beyond. Oh, how I long to tell you what I desire, to beg for more.
But I can’t break the spell we’re under, the game we’re playing. If you knew I was awake, you might hold back, afraid to indulge in the twisted fantasies that drive us both wild. So I remain silent, letting you believe you’re taking me by force, when in reality, I’m giving myself to you willingly.
Your body slams into mine, your hips pumping like a machine, driving me to new heights of pleasure. Your hands grip my breasts, squeezing them roughly as you suckle at my nipples. I can feel myself building towards another orgasm, my body trembling with anticipation.
As you continue to pound into me, I lift my head to steal a glance at you. Your face is twisted in pleasure, your lips parted as you moan with each thrust. And then I remember – you’re the reason my curves are so voluptuous, the reason my breasts are so full and my ass so round.
But in this moment, none of that matters. All that matters is the pleasure we’re giving each other, the raw, primal connection that drives us both to the brink of madness. And as we come together, our bodies entwined in ecstasy, I know that I’ll never be able to get enough of you.
I always knew I had a body that could turn heads, with my big ass and D-cup breasts, but nothing prepared me for the changes that came with pregnancy.
My son, the product of my own body, now had control over it. And I couldn’t deny the thrill that came with his touch. I wanted him to ravage me, to take me completely and utterly. After all, I had made him. He was mine.
And as he thrust into me, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. I wanted him to fill me with his hot, thick seed. I wanted to feel him explode inside me.
He groaned and I knew he was close. I could feel his cock twitching inside me. And then, with a final thrust, he came. His hot come filled me, and I couldn’t help but moan in ecstasy.
As we both came down from our high, I couldn’t help but think back to the taboo encounters of my past. With my brother, with my own father. It had felt too good to care then, and it felt too good to care now.
My son leaned back, grabbing my legs and pulling me towards him. I wondered if he would really come inside his own mother. And then he spoke, his words sending shivers down my spine.
“Look at those tits bounce,” he said, and I knew that this was just the beginning of our forbidden love.
As he thrusts into me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless, I can feel my body building towards an explosive climax. But just as I’m about to shatter into a million pieces, he pulls out, leaving me gasping and wanting more.
And then, in a move that takes me by surprise, he unleashes the thickest, most copious load of semen I’ve ever seen. It covers my entire belly in a sticky, gooey mess of sperm, leaving me feeling utterly spent and completely satisfied.
As I lay there, panting and covered in his essence, I can’t help but feel a sense of pride. I’m the one who made him reach his climax, the one who brought him to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.
And as I watch him hose me down with his thick, pulsating cock, I feel another orgasm building within me. I’m so turned on by the sight of him, so aroused by the knowledge that I’m the one who brought him to this point.
But even as I revel in the pleasure of his gift, I can’t help but feel a sense of disappointment. I want him inside me, filling me up with his hot, sticky seed. I want to feel him pulsing and throbbing inside me, his cock buried deep within my wet, aching pussy.
But for now, I’ll settle for the gift he’s given me. And as I lay there, covered in his essence, I know that I’ll be back for more. Because there’s nothing quite like the feeling of being completely and utterly satisfied by the man you love.
-oOo-
I can’t help but wonder where my little lover boy has gone off to. He should have been back hours ago. Maybe my sweet pussy isn’t as tempting as it used to be. Perhaps he’s found himself a new little plaything. The thought of it makes me jealous, but also incredibly turned on.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he brought her home. We could have a little threesome, explore each other’s bodies and desires. Oh, the thought of a tight, innocent little thing getting ravaged by my son while I watch and participate is almost too much to bear.
But then again, that would mean the end of our little game. The one where I pretend to be asleep while he takes me, ravages me in my slumber. It’s getting tiresome, having to hold back my moans and screams of pleasure. I want to fully enjoy every moment with him.
The question is, will he still want me if he knows I’m awake? Will he still want to play his twisted game of sleep-rape? I suppose there’s only one way to find out. It’s time to take control and see where our desires take us.
As I stood in his room, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of desire coursing through my veins. The thought of being in his bed, right beneath his tantalizing boob girl poster, was too much to resist. I knew I had to have him, and I had to have him now.
I made sure the old bottle of sleeping pills was in plain sight, just in case. Then, I slowly undressed, letting my clothes fall to the floor in a heap. I wanted to be completely naked, completely vulnerable, for him.
As I lay there, my body sprawled out like the slut I knew I was, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside me. I knew that when he finally arrived home, he would take me in his arms and make me his own.
And then, finally, I heard the sound of his footsteps approaching. My heart raced as I waited for him to enter the room. And when he did, I knew that I was his.
“Dammit!” I cried out, unable to contain my excitement any longer. “It’s about fucking time you got home, you little bastard!”
But he didn’t seem to mind my language. Instead, he smiled at me, his big dick already on its way. And as he climbed onto the bed with me, I knew that I was in for the ride of my life.
“Time for you to come to Momma, little boy,” I whispered, as he took me in his arms and made me his own. And in that moment, I knew that I had found my true love, my soulmate, my everything.
-oOo-
As I walked into my bedroom, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There she was, lying naked in my bed, tempting me with every inch of her body. My heart raced as I wondered how long she had been there, and what had brought her to my bed.
But as I gazed upon her flawless curves, I couldn’t help but feel a primal desire stirring within me. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t resist the temptation. I climbed onto the bed, my eyes locked on her perfect form, and I began to explore every inch of her body.
As I traced my fingers over her soft skin, I felt a rush of heat coursing through my veins. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted her, and I wanted her now.
And as I plunged deep inside her, I knew that I was crossing a line that could never be uncrossed. But in that moment, I didn’t care. All I wanted was to feel her body writhing beneath me, to hear her moans of pleasure as I took her to the brink of ecstasy.
And when it was over, I lay there beside her, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew that what we had done was wrong, but I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. After all, she had come to me, naked and willing, and I had simply given her what she wanted.
As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if she ever found out. But for now, I was content to bask in the afterglow of our forbidden passion, and to dream of what might happen next.
“Oh my goodness! Mother? I, uh, I was just…”
“Hush, Jimmy! I am well aware of what you were doing, precisely what I desired you to do! The same passionate act you have been engaging in every night for the past week!”
“Oh, dear Lord! You mean to say you were awake the entire time?”
“Oh, how could I possibly sleep through the intense pleasure of having this magnificent beast thrust into my very being!”
“I apologize, I simply… I mean, I, uh…”
“Enough, Jimmy. Cease your feeble attempts at excuses! You have been exceedingly naughty, and Mother must discipline you for it. Now, are you prepared or not?”
“Prepared for what, Mother?”
“Prepared for this, my boy! Prepared to release your essence within your dear Mother, and impregnate me, just as you have yearned to do!”
Yes! Oh, yes, Mother… take me, take me, Mother! Allow me to surrender myself to you completely, to fulfill your desires!”
-oOo-
The End!
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