by Ian Shergold
I think Peggy needs to go see Billy and find out what he can do to help her understand and experience what Joanne felt and feels still; how she got into the situation that exists now. Hot and caring. Thank you. Hope there is another chapter.
and I feel honored to be the first to comment on this outstanding story. (IS is also a very generous guy, take a look at his list of Favorites, the best on the net). 18 year old Billy is at the height of his sexual prowess--his fat young cock is so hard it's constantly threatening to bust of out his pants. His mom Joanne, like lots of mothers, is tickled pink by this sign of her boy's manly virility--her seasoned cunt leaks like a faucet. Joanne aches to have another baby, and she knows that at his age Billy is a nonstop semen producing machine--his young balls just never quit. Inevitably, Billy's young penis goes up the same vagina he came out of 18 years before, and they have the kind of fevered fuck that only a son and his mother can experience. When mom tells her kid she wants him to fuck a baby up where he was once a baby, the young motherfucker is over the moon. He blows his balls up inside his mom, shooting her twatful after twatful of his warm, creamy and very potent semen. Baby's on its way. Meanwhile, Joanne's friend Peggy knows that she's been getting it, good and hard, from her own son. Peggy's got her own strapping young boy, 20 year old Leroy, and she's wondering if she should spread her thighs for her own kid's rampaging hard on. Just goes to show how sweet motherfucking spreads by happy example. Mature moms and their lusty young sons, a boy's penis and his mother's vagina--they go together like harm and eggs, like brie and fine wine, like fucking Abbot and Costello. Got to leave now, IS has plenty of other stories for me to wile away the day reading and relishing.
Sorry - I don't really enjoy stories about moms fucking their sons or sons fucking their moms so I'll forego any more of these as they show absolutely no restraint and are a total fuck off. Further, I feel that whoever would write something this sick has a fucked up psyche!
The headline reads, incest, what is not clear? Why did you you come in ?
You or a hypocrite or a fool
If you don't like this genre don't read it. Your attack on this author is really an insight into your psyche. Stay to home and don't come back!
I liked the story and would like to read more of it.
A decent story even if the Saint of Nancy Reagan [RIP] doesn't like it.
My only qualm is THE END for a conclusion. That's a waste. we know when the story has reached its climax.
I remember reading the first part a while ago, and I wasn't expecting a sequel but was pleasantly surprised when it turned up. I loved this! Especially the mum confessing her feelings of jealousy and wanting her boy all to herself. And god, the pregnancy was such a turn on! Here's hoping you write a spin-off with Peg and Leroy.
5 stars!
P.S. I hope when Joanne was offering Peggy something stronger to drink, she isn't going to partake in the same - she's an expecting mama!
Unlike the previous commentor, I LOVE stories in which a son impregnates his mother. It's my hottest fantasy. Write more stories with the same theme!
Can't wait to read about Peg seducing Leroy. Plenty of threesome and fourway possibilities here.
I hope that you carry on with this series - cannot wait to see what transpires with the aunt and Leroy
Part one was a favorite story and even got me off the other day before, on a whim, I found you again under the new name, was all set to copy-paste for my collection (easier access and on the eyes,) and was all in until the actual pregnancy part. THAT'S where it went from good!Kinky (albeit with a bit too much Oedipus for the mother to be THAT obsessed with her son) to Jerry Springer-level ick now that there's a son-brother on the way with webbed hands or something and probably mom-son wedding. I like my incest casual thankyouverymuchplease.
I can see a few more stories in this and I hope you find the inspiration to write them. Your skill needs to be expressed more.
NOW THIS SHOW WHAT YOU CAN DO WHEN YOU WORK AT IT. AT LEAST ONE MORE PART WOULD BE NICE TO END IT. MUCH BETTER READ T H A N K S
After reading chapter one a few years back I thought here we go ago, someone who writes a story and never finishes it. It’s good to see you came back and continued on with this story and a good story it is. Still I feel there’s more you can do with it… ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Very nice story but you skipped to far forward one time their having sex and then it's 6 months and she's pregnant and her friend is wanting to have sex with her son you should have continued with her helping her friend get together with her son!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 5 stars
Chapter 3: Joanne and Billy help Peggy and Leroy realize the incestuous bliss of mother/son love. Peggy admits to Joanne that part of the reason she reacted the way she did when she discovered them together was because she was secretly jealous that her friend was getting what she had secretly desired for so long: her son's love. Over the course of the next few weeks, with Joanne and Billy's guidance, Peggy slowly seduces Leroy who, as it turns out, loves his mother deeply - far more than a boy should love his mother, if you go by society's standards. In the heat of their first union, Peggy confesses her deep love for her son and begs him to impregnate her, letting it slip that she stopped taking her birth control in the faint hope that she would get her dream. Leroy then states that that is his dream, too: to knock his loving mother up and have a family with her.
Over the next few years both families expand. Joanne and Billy have 3 wonderful children - a boy and two girls. Peggy, not one to be outdone, births a whole brood: 7 children - the first 6 were all girls, but Leroy desperately wanted a son and Peggy had vowed to keep giving her precious baby more children until she popped a son out (a decision which, at times, she regretted but she was never one to go back on a promise, and would sooner die than do so with one she made to the man she loves more than life itself). Luckily for her, number 7 was a boy, a discovery that she was especially ecstatic for. Not only because she could stop getting pregnant - something which she loves, but admittedly, was quite a strain on her body - but because she knew it would make her son incredibly happy.
And they all lived happily ever after. Oh yeah, and no fucking sharing! :) Maybe someone could take that story and write it. Or use it as inspiration. Feel free.