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Sons Unprotected Pulses Lead To Moms Gratification
Thoughts to mom having ** with son has left me feeling like such a bad nasty girl and not MOM. I now accept I may be it wrong but I do own the attraction to my son. I released the fear of rejection. I no longer want to be imprisoned and miss out on an opportunity of a life time. So right before bed last night I changed into a brand new never worn one piece lacy thin red see-through nightie. Then I wore my usual robe over it so not to appear as a stripper. However, as usual, I left the robe open. I yerned for my sons eyes to roam and admire me. And as usual, he was watching tv as I moved about to get the morning coffee ready and anything else I could think of to move about while trying to give him some oops peeks. My sons eyes were glued and piercing my body as he so tried not to stare. I had his attention so much that he was biting his twitching lips. It sent a jolt through me as I hotly moved to him. Now looking straight into his eyes, I leaned in and said good night followed by a soft moist kiss on his inviting lips. It turned out as a ** kiss that only further fueled my raging hormones. Without thinking I firvidly whispered a soft, "your missed shave looks great" into my own sons ear, leaving it with the tip of my tongue gently feeling the inner ear. As we seperated, my eyes moved to inspect his bulge. My hand quickly touched my ** and confirmed my nighty was soaked. To not draw attention, I moved to gaze with half opened eyes into his eyes. It was though my son was in a trance, but mom too, so I softly said, "I love you", slowly standing, turning, and breathlessly drifting towards my bedroom knowing my son would be chasing me. But he didn't move and I was too hot think about anything other indulging in sexual pleasures. I now felt saved from the pent up love shyness I had created. My son could not help but hear my moans. Was he watching mom through the opened door? The notion set my rythm just right to be ** my son. We were unprotected and mating so my son could relieve his tensions and shoot wad after wad inside moms **. I am confident this will happen. No longer am I willing to wait forever, but at the same time now I feel I am in the drivers seat, I need to slow down and edge a bit with this new hunger to tease my son more before our ultimate pleasing. I love this feel-good I am having about my son, so I plan to build just enough tension that my son gets so impassioned and almost begging that he rips teasing moms shirt off, pulls my ** down just enough to franticly force his stiff fat ** inside my hungry **. He goes deeper and deeper, pounding and pounding as our bodies grind against one anothers until my son is out of control and I feel his ** pulsing, twitching, and ** sticky, slippery, wet sperm deep inside me. The excitement of having unprotected ** with my virgin son until he climaxed and inseminated mom gave me yet another **. Just knowing I have my sons sperm inside me is gratifying.
I wrote this poem, the contents of which are true, for my 13-year-old son.
His fate was born shortly after his birth,
When I sucked his ** for all I was worth.
I placed his ** where it didn’t belong
way before the time he knew it was wrong.
Later, in puberty, knowing it was wrong,
made my happiness that much more strong.
He trusted Mum wanting to take him away
to that place inside me both night and day.
He went through puberty loving the night,
When I kissed his ** and held them tight.
Each night of love, sucking and ** me.
Each night of **, spunking off inside me.
I was utterly obsessed with my mom sexually. I spmied her in and out of the shower every opportunity I had. I'd come home from school and ** in her shampoo/conditioner bottles, her pillows, etc. I got caught a few times. Mostly on purpose, I wanted her to know. It was heaven pressing the inside of her worn ** against my nose breathing in her scent while watching her ** slightly sway here and there as she prepped for the shower. That white big ** with tan lines drove me crazy, and that full mom bush, how it frustrated me to no end, a barrier blocking a detailed view of the most valued prize. Then one day I was peeping from a different spot giving me a different angle and she bent over facing away from me, and I saw her lips, so thick and prominent, with her ** poking out like a ** nub, I ** uncontrollably, and just kept firing off shot after shot as she heard the commotion and discovered my spot. Then I caught her full frontal and literally 3 feet from me, and I was still blasting rockets and lurching forward with each blast looking her in the eyes then straight down her whole body. She said nothing but stood there and watching me, looking me in the face s second or 2 then down at my ** a couple seconds then back to my face etc. said nothing, just turned, pointed at the door for me to leave. I did. Nothing was ever said til later when I was sent against my will to therapist. . . That's another story for another day
I think my cousin was doing her son too...wish She would do me instead.
My sister beds her son. She says he's much better than her husband, and that she always ** when his young rod is sliding up and down in her-love hole.
My mother caught me looking at dads playboys. She made me wash her underwear with a toothbrush and woolite as punishment. It only made me love dirty underwear.
I used to wash my mamas back once in a while, i was about 15, and wash her ** with my hands and press on her **, she enjoyed it and i would always get a **, i pulled my ** out of my pjs she took her soapy hand and jacked me off, it was wonderful/
I've been sucking and jacking my son off since he was 10 years old. He loves it.