A mother and son’s love blossoms

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A mother and son’s love blossoms

Once more into the breach dear friends, once more. I bring you another tale of incestuous love between a mother and her son for your reading pleasure. I hope you enjoy it, and as always, comments, both good and bad are welcome.

February 1968

“Dust to dust, ashes to ashes…”

Mark Turner tuned out the preacher as he stood at the gravesite, a steady drizzle of rain turning everything wet. His mother, Lauren Turner, sobbed quietly next to him as his father’s remains were slowly lowered into the rectangular hole. Placing an arm around her shoulders he watched with misty eyes as the coffin dipped out of sight while the police honor guard gave a final salute to one of their fallen comrades. His arm pulled his mother even closer, protectively, acutely aware that at the ripe old age of sixteen he was now the man of the house, and as such was charged with the responsibility of taking care of his thirty-eight-year-old mother. A responsibility that he had every intention of fulfilling.

June 1973

Amy Fowler was growing frustrated as she sucked on Mark’s cock with nothing to show for her efforts. She’d been at it for nearly ten minutes before she finally looked up at his face and saw his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Twisting in the bed she crawled up and lay next to him.

“Still thinking about what to do about your Mom?” she asked, her fingers caressing the dense hair on his chest.

Turning to look at her, he replied, “Yeah.”

“She’ll come around sweety,” Amy said, something she’d told him more than once lately.

“It’s been five years, and I’ve only been able to get her to date twice, so I seriously doubt it,” he proclaimed.

“She just needs to find her own way, and you worrying about whether or not she will ever take the next step isn’t good for her or you. So why don’t you stop thinking about her and start thinking about getting hard so I can ride that big cock of yours.”

Mark knew she was right. Instead of feeling depressed he should be concentrating on the here and now. Slipping an arm under her he pulled her on top of him, feeling her large tits mash against his chest as her thighs spread and hugged his hips. When she sat up he reached out and palmed her huge melons, the globes still fairly firm for her age. At forty-six, and slightly chubby, although he preferred to think of her as cushiony, she was still a hot piece of ass. His cock seemed to think so too as it started to grow the more he fondled her breasts.

“Mmm, that’s more like it,” Amy cooed as she felt his cock stiffen against her crotch.

It always pleased her when his youthful cock hardened for her. Reaching down and between them she positioned him so she could maneuver enough to sink down on his rigid pole.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she managed to croak out as she slowly lowered herself. Inch after inch slid into her sodden cunt until she had all seven and a half inches buried in her hungry pussy.

It never failed to amazed him how sloppy wet her cunt would get when she was turned on, not to mention how well she could use her inner muscles to coax huge loads out of him. They had been seeing each other for nearly a year, strictly as fuck buddies, and neither of them grew tired of the other. Each romp in the hay was always exciting, and oh so pleasurable. A groan escaped his lips as she started to slowly ride up and down on his rock-hard cock. Placing his hands on her hips he allowed her to set the pace, something she always insisted on. She loved being in control, and he just loved to fuck. It didn’t take long before she was speeding up, her plump round ass bouncing off his thighs with a slap, slap, slap, of flesh on flesh. Gazing down he watched his cock going in and out of her, her inner labia clinging to his glistening shaft with each upward thrust of her hips.

“Oh yeah…that’s it…um fuck,” she repeated over and over as her movements started to become erratic.

“Yeah baby, get you some of that cock,” he encouraged, knowing she was about to climax.

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