Son in mother bed.. Marion sat up in bed when she heard the floorboard creak out in the hall. It was full dark outside, had been since mid-afternoon. It was quiet, too, courtesy of a heavy dump of snow which had started about the same time night had fallen like a black curtain. The clock
I was 20 years old and I had finished school 2 years earlier and I was looking for a job. My grades weren’t so great since I didn’t do so well in classes. School wasn’t my best time as I didn’t have any friends and I was mostly bullied by some of the other guys.
A son’s submission to his Mother, Do you remember starting my training all those years ago? Picking me up from college in your car, your skirt riding up in your seat so I could see your stockingtops. Of course I was nervous, only being eighteen at the time, but also so aroused as you drove
Incest stories, Mother goes on a road trip with her son to surprise husband… Life sure can throw you for a loop sometimes, huh? For all my married life, I’d been faithful to my husband, never even thinking about cheating on him throughout the 30 years we’d been married. But when I asked my son for a
Grown son’s erotica encounter with Mom, My mom came to visit us and has been staying with us for a few days. I went out to the store for a bottle of wine. When I returned home it was quiet in the house so I went to look for my mom. The guest room was empty
Son wants mum, mum wants son, incest stories, mom and son, I awoke to two sensations; the sun streaming in through the open window, and also soft skin encasing my hard dick. It was April’s round ass cheeks. I stroked her long blonde hair, and lightly thrust my crotch against her. It felt heavenly, and looked
It was the night of my mother’s 50th birthday. The beer, wine and champagne flowed freely, the 80’s music was blasting, people were pissed and everyone was happy. Everyone, that is, except my mum. I was her only son and at 28 years of age, not yet married. I’d had lots of girlfriends, even got
Incest story, mom and son romance, Growing up in East Texas in the 1950’s and 60’s wasn’t easy. Dad died in a traffic accident when I was ten. That left Mom and me. She was a Licensed Vocational Nurse, working shift work at the hospital in town. Her pay was low since she wasn’t a