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Usually, mothers are great at keeping their dark passions submerged; fantasies of sex with their sons are easily hidden within the complexities of everyday life. This story features a mom allowing her dark passion’s surface, and the wanton slut inside her to emerge. Mom dares to let her most base desire and passions loose. Is she willing to accept the consequences, the reward or punishment, for allowing herself to become sexually liberated?
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“I'm as pretty as Lori,” she whispered softly, close to his ear. “Don't you think I'm as pretty as she is, honey?”
“Sure, Mother,” he mumbled.
Sandy stretched one thigh out, running her hand up and down. “My legs are as smooth and slender as her's, aren't they, Joey?”
“Yeah, I guess,” he gulped, afraid to look at his mother.
“You're not looking at them, darling,” she said, her voice suddenly thick. “Look at my legs and see if they are as nice as Lori's.”
Joey glanced quickly, then pulled his gaze away. His cock was very hard inside his pants, and he was trying to conceal this from his mother. But Sandy saw the way his prick bulged up, and her breathing increased. She pressed her shoulder against his, her breath hot on her son's neck and cheek. Although Joey had his knees drawn up, she could see the outline of his cock through his pants, his prickhead angled toward his chest. She ran a hand up and down his thigh, then around to his back. She caressed his thigh, moving her hand slowly toward his ass. Then, holding her breath as excitement began to rumble through her, she slipped her fingers through his thighs and brushed along his cock and balls.
Joey didn't move except to tremble. His face was very red now, and Sandy realized he was gasping, trying to control his breathing so she wouldn't know how excited he was. She moved the tip of one finger up and down his cock, feeling the hardness, thrilled at the way his prick throbbed against her fingertip.
Sandy placed her lips close to her son's flaming ear and whispered in a throaty voice, “I look as good as Lori, honey. My legs are as pretty as hers, and you want to know something? I don't tease a boy like she does, Joey.”
She closed her fingers about her son's cock, giving his prick a squeeze. Her son trembled visibly, and he had stopped breathing. He was not shocked, nor afraid, only surprised and intensely excited.
“I wouldn't tease a boy, darling,” Sandy murmured softly into his ear. “I don't like girls who tease that way. It isn't good for a boy to get all hot like that. It can be horribly painful, I understand.” |
