“Absolutely.”
She offered her hand which he was quick to take.
“Come with me,” she said with a mischievous smile and helped him to his feet, then walked to the doorway with her son in tow. Her high heels clicked on the hardwood floor in a steady, sultry percussion.
Since the gentleman in him was long gone, Aiden’s eyes remained locked on his mother‘s bare backside as he watched his goddess walk. An artist would fail to capture her beauty.
She lead him out of the room and up the stairs, adding an extra sway to her hips with each step knowing just where his eyes were looking. By the time they were at the top step, his cock was as hard as it had ever been.
Down the hall, she continued, past the guest bathroom; all tidy and clean and in perfect operation. Past the guest bedroom where piles of clothes, boxes, and odds and ends sat atop an unmade bed. Aiden was oblivious to all of this as he was willingly led by the hand of his naked mother on the long walk to her bed.
Finally, they stopped, both at the threshold of his mother’s bedroom.
“I hope you don’t plan on sleeping tonight,” she said as she released his hand and let her fingers trace his chest and stomach.
“No, Ma’am.” Aiden smiled like he won the lottery.
“Or tomorrow.”
“No, Ma’am.”
“Or the night after that?”
“All the days and all the nights. I’m going to fuck you, love you, and make you come so hard you forget your name.”
Evelyn shuddered in anticipation as her pussy, now soaked, prepped, and quivering, begged for attention. Her hand dropped down and grabbed his cock, hard and heavy in her palm.
“Show me,” she said, then pulled him into the room while closing the door behind them.
As the tempest continued outside, both Evelyn and her son explored each other’s bodies, minds, and hearts, solely focused on love and pleasure. Their moans of forbidden passion filled every inch of their home, and even could be heard outside where it was carried away by the storm. For those poor few still outside who heard their sounds of their love adrift on the wind, some would snicker and giggle, while others would snort, grumble and continue down the sodden sidewalks. And though they had heard the unmistakable cries of lover’s embraced, not one of these poor, miserable bystanders dared to wonder if the sound they had heard was that of a son making love to his mother.
The End.
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