Mother Shags Son
The night had been a longstanding dream in the making for mother and son. Ever since she had caught him sneaking glimpses of her in her bedroom, as she changed her clothes and prepared for bed, she had known there was something hidden deep inside him that craved for this kind of physical pleasure, one that could only be had between a mother and son.
It had been a long and winding road leading up to this fateful night, but now it seemed the stars had aligned and the moment had finally arrived. After a long day of laboring on chores around the house, they both retired to their bedrooms and shut the lights off, the temptation in the air too strong to ignore.
Mother had been lying awake in her bed, toying with the thought of her son laying next to her in bed, his body pressed against hers, his arms around her waist and his lips kissing her neck. She didn’t quite know how to initiate it, but the urge was too strong to resist any longer.
So, slowly and quietly, she stepped out of her bed and crept into her son’s room, her heart beating faster as she stood in the doorway. Her son was sleeping soundly, his legs spread out and one arm thrown over his eyes. She couldn’t help but stare at the beauty of his body and the innocent look on his face.
With trembling hands, she reached out and gently brushed his hair away from his face, then traced her finger down the side of his body, making her way down to his groin area. His body quivered and parted his legs so she could make her way between then, planting soft kisses as she went.
His body shuddered as she reached out and cupped his manhood, gradually and delicately stroking it until it hardened in her grasp, and then she moved her mouth down and engulfed it in her warmth, her tongue seeking out his most pleasurable spots and leaving him breathless.
She then moved back up and straddled him, planting delicate kisses all over his chest and neck, then guiding his hand down to her womanhood, allowing him to feel and explore her wetness as she began to grind her hips against his, the pleasure too overwhelming to ignore any longer.
Her hips moved in time with his, each thrust pushing them deeper and deeper into the realm of pure ecstasy, until finally they both reached their climax, and he lay there in her arms, breathing heavy and sweating with passion as she whispered sweet nothings in his ear.
The night was one they would never forget, and one that stoked their passions for years to come. It was a night of sin and pleasure, of mother and son, and the thing they had both been longing for all this time. And they both knew that this wasn’t the end of it, but only the beginning.
