Helping Mom around the house gets sensual

This story takes place a little over ten years ago.  I was in my mid-thirties living the single life after a hellish divorce. My ex and I had called it quits about four years prior and I had decided to start a new life. I moved back to my old home town just to be

Mad for Mom! Son’s persistence pays off

My Mother Beth, is the sexiest woman alive! I have been infatuated with my Mom for many years. I know it’s wrong, I tried to ignore my feelings, but I couldn’t stop how I felt. In fact, my feelings grew more strongly, especially the last few months. I started crushing on my Mom back in

My Drunk Slut Mom

I was sitting in the living room, waiting for my mom to come home. This new job of hers meant that she was spending a lot of time hobnobbing with new clients, leaving me to house-sit all evening. It was really boring. You’d think that having the house to myself on a Saturday would be

Servant is for Mom and Mom is for Son – Part 3

Hi users this is the continuation of Servant is for Mom and Mom is for Son, to understand the story better I insist you to read my previous stories. Servant is for Mom and Mom is for Son and Servant is for Mom and Mom is for Son – Part-2 So as our servant wished mom was

My Father’s Wife – Calab’s stepmom has a special birthday present in mind

My mother died when I was nine years old. My father then married a decidedly younger woman, like a month later. I remember there was some gossip going on. Relatives would suddenly stop talking when I walked into the room. It was like some conspiracy. The only comment I ever heard was that she was

Servant is for Mom and Mom is for Son

Hi users i am regular reader of incest stories, fan of mom and son stories. This story is about me, my mom and our servant. My name is Faisal and my mom name is Farhath Najma. I am 25 my moms age is 49. I have become incest reading stories watching porn and mostly observing

My Father’s Wife – Calab’s stepmom has a special birthday present in mind

My mother died when I was nine years old. My father then married a decidedly younger woman, like a month later. I remember there was some gossip going on. Relatives would suddenly stop talking when I walked into the room. It was like some conspiracy. The only comment I ever heard was that she was