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Click hereShe was silent for a few moments then said "I really liked what we did yesterday."
"Me too," I replied. "It was wonderful."
I could hear the relief I her voice. "Really? That's good, because I was hoping you might want to do it again when I get back."
My heart pounded so hard I was sure she could hear it. "God yes!"
She sighed. "I'm so glad. It's going to be a long month." After another short pause, she confessed. "I never did it before. Other boys have tried but I wouldn't." What she said next took my breath away. "I wouldn't let them because I only ever wanted it to be you. I've always wanted it to be you since we first met."
"Oh god Mitz. You have no idea how good that makes me feel."
"I feel the same. I wish you were in me now."
She hadn't said 'she' wished 'he' was inside 'her'. That had implied that part of her wanted part of me, but now I was sure she meant that all of Mitzi wanted all of Jason, and I felt twelve feet tall as I whispered back "Me too, but we'll have to wait."
Just thinking about it had me almost ready to shoot my load over the sheets, so I steered the conversation onto safer ground. For twenty or so more minutes we chatted about generalities, and then she sighed. "I suppose I had better finish packing. I'll see you in a month, but I'll think about you every minute of every day." After she hung up I lay staring at the 'kiss' on my phone, and dreaming of the future.
I heard Dad leave to go to work, and I was about to get up and go in search of some coffee when my door opened and Mom came into my room. Her face was expressionless, and she didn't speak as she pulled back the sheet covering my nakedness. Stripping off her nightdress she knelt astride me.
"I hate you for making me want my son's cock," she muttered, lowering her warm soft cunt onto my quivering boner. "And I hate myself for being too weak to resist."
I watched her slide up and down, coating my shaft with her creamy juices, and smiled at her admission. As she came closer to the edge she seemed to lose control, slamming her cunt down onto my cock as though determined to punish us both. Her lips drew back in a snarl and she grabbed my hands, forcing my fingertips into her tits as profanities punctuated her downward plunges.
"I ... hate you ... you dirty ... rotten ... filthy ... perverted ... mother ... fucking ... sonofabitch ... bastard ... I ... hate ... you ... I ... hate ... this ... Ohhhhhhhh ... Goddddddd ... Yes!"
Her cum was running down my pole when my cock erupted and sent a fountain of thick cream jetting into her already dripping cunt. At that moment I really didn't care who she hated or why, so long as she didn't stop wanting me to fuck her. Despite her unceasing protests, I knew from the way she continued to ride me after I shot my load, that she would be mine any time and any way I wanted. And already I was planning different ways to fuck her as often as my soon to be overworked cock was able to rise to the occasion.
At least until my sweet Mitzi returned with her innocent pussy tight and eager. There would be less time for Mom then, but that didn't concern me too much. Her cunt would be wet and willing any time of day or night, but Mitzi was a definite keeper, so my first priority would be keeping her happy and fulfilled.
With my mind filled with dreams of a happy future, I pushed Mom onto her back and jammed my cock back inside her cum filled snatch.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 8 years ago"The problem most writers in a specific genre face is that those readers with 'special' tastes - in this case mother-son sex"
Specific tastes are not a problem if the writer sticks to the Genre, which is Mother/Son.
Mother son is not a sub genre but the most popular and with the largest amount of content in almost every porn related site.
However, when there is an additional male participant involved in the story, then it is no longer a mother/son story but part of many sub genres of incest.
Additional females can enhance the story but another male, even if it is from within the family, ie father, brother etc will destroy the mom son story.
This could be because the mom/son relationship always has an implication of the potential impregnation of the mother by the son, the final taboo and so the presence of any other male would not work.
There are of course various slants to the mom son stories but as long as it remains a story about a mother and her son then there is no problem.
rufriterover 8 years agoAuthorThe problem most writers in a specific genre face is that those readers with 'special' tastes - in this case mother-son sex, or younger guy-mature woman sex - seem to resent the inclusion of more orthodox (ie boring) relationships.
There's no pleasing everyone.
BG187over 8 years agoNot enough character development for me. The storyline was rushed. Immediately after catching mom he wants to fuck her. He said in the story he'd think about it but immediately tucks her. I enjoy fantasy but have some form of realism. Then the mom is easily willing to sleep with her son, little to know fight at all. I like the idea and the grammar wasn't to bad so 3 stars.
rufriterover 8 years agoAuthorPoint 1 " Hard to imagine the time she was caught with the landscaper was her first considering her behaviour with her son."
Even harder to imagine her admitting it to her son if she was getting her brains fucked out regularly
Point 2 "Dad was only seen briefly, but what we saw was crude."
Dad wasn't involved other than that his income provided a home with plenty of off street parking, so there was no need to mention him further.
Point 3 "And the a-plus son, needs to find a conscience."
As the old saying goes -- 'A standing cock HAS no conscience'
