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Click hereI nodded against the side of her head. Of course I was going to stay with her.
We fell asleep on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms.
Your description of breast play really touched a nerve. I adore the female breast and love stories centered on tit play. Thank you and keep it up, so I can!
Absolute perfection! This is exactly what I like done to me—nipples licked and sucked at the same time my clit is being rubbed until I have an explosive orgasm. Did I masturbate to completion? Yes, I did! So intense and so good.
Mostly excellent and I'll give it 5 as 4 would not be sufficient by any means.
However, some of your expressions need an editor - as do any good writers.
Eg :- 'We both sat at opposite ends of the couch'. That must be some sight if somewhat bloody!
It's a common mistake and should read 'We sat at opposite ends of the couch.'
I know it seems a bit pernickety but the image of a couple carved up rather spoils the eroticism for me.
Well written. Very sensual. I almost felt like I was acting the scenes with my own mother. What a turn on! Thank you.
What a cracking tale this is, a lovely mum and a dutiful son. A recipe for a wonderful story. I often wonder about this sort of scenario, with the increase in wrecked marriages there must be an awful lot of loneliness, even with children sadly.
Piss poor writing style. Truckloads of words to describe even a minute little inconsequential action and yet would fail to build any heightened sense of erotic or intimate feelings. Take for example below entire paragraph full of craploads of idiotic words crammed together:
"My body started tingling with arousal. I swallowed and then licked my lips, looking up at her face. Her eyes seemed glassy, the light reflecting off their surface. She didn't seem nervous. Apprehensive maybe, but not nervous. My heart was thudding loudly in my chest, my lungs taking only partial breaths. I decided this was probably just as much of a turn on to her as it was to me. And God was I ever turned on."
One of the few stories on this site that can rival DesmondAndromeda's writings for me. Excellent work, you're very talented.
So many writers focus on the mechanics of sex, what goes where - and whatnot. It's refreshing to see one write about the beauty and feeling of it. Thank you for that. :)
I love this story, so perfectly describes a growing lust and love between the mom and her son. Cant wait for Pt3!