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Can We Mommy? : 5 Incest Stories (Taboo Incest Mommy Son XXX MILF Older Younger Family Sex Erotica) ebook

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Opis ebooka Can We Mommy? : 5 Incest Stories (Taboo Incest Mommy Son XXX MILF Older Younger Family Sex Erotica) - Taboo Inc.

'Can We Mommy' features 5 filthy erotic stories of yummy mommies getting exactly what they deserve. These Moms are insatiable, seductive and desperate for sex and they're looking to their inexperienced Sons to provide it!Stories Include: 'Mommy's Massage : Deflowering Her Son' , 'Nursed by Mommy' , 'Seducing My Step' , 'Helping Hands' and 'Teach Me, Mommy.'

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Can We Mommy? : 5 Incest Stories

(Taboo Incest Mommy Son MILF Older Younger Family Sex Erotica)

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This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  All characters 18+.

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'Can We Mommy' features 5 filthy erotic stories of yummy mommies getting exactly what they deserve.  These Moms are insatiable, seductive and desperate for sex and they're looking to their inexperienced Sons to provide it!

Stories Include: 'Mommy's Massage : Deflowering Her Son' , 'Nursed by Mommy' , 'Seducing My Step' , 'Helping Hands' and 'Teach Me, Mommy.'

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Mommy's Massage

Nursed By Mommy

Seducing My Step : A MILF's Story

Helping Hands

Teach Me Mommy

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Mommy's Massage

I guess it's every young man's dream to have their virginity taken by an older woman—someone who knows what they're doing, you know?  Well I guess where I differ slightly is that the older woman I always imagined taking my virginity was my own Mother.  I just didn't think it would ever happen.

Yet here she is right now, nestled between my legs with those soft, smooth hands of hers caressing my cock and her mouth dangerously close to swallowing it.  I guess I caught her at just the right time because there was no way I ever thought my homely, shapely Mom would ever wind up letting me fuck her.  Boy how wrong I was.

But first of all, let me bring you up to speed and tell you how the hell I got in such a lucky position in the first place.

I guess the key to it all is the fact that my Mom was a pretty damn-good masseuse.  She'd got all the certificates, done all the courses and the training in muscle anatomy and aroma-therapy and was pretty passionate about it all.

And then you've got me.  Dad had always pushed me in sports so that now I was in college I was pretty seriously in to football and sometimes Mom would wind up giving me a massage after a game.  I took it all so seriously that I never really had time for girls.  Dad had said I could get all the girls I wanted later so I kind of just ignored them as much as I could.

Despite my physique and looks, it just happened that, even at nineteen, I was still a virgin.  I'd jerk off sometimes when the moment took me, but I knew it could never beat the real thing.  I thought about fucking a lot and it got so that sometimes, even my own Mom would drop in to my fantasies.  It's fucked up, I know.  But that was just the way it was.

Now the last piece of this puzzle is that I don't think Mom and Dad were having a great time right then.  They were in a rough patch, I guess you'd say, and he hadn't made my last football game as he was away on business.  I doubted if that was true but Mom kept up the charade too.

So there I was, a horny, young, virgin man, home alone with his lonely Mother.  What could possibly go wrong?  I was about to find out.

I found her in the kitchen after training.  "Do you think I could get a massage later, Mom?  My legs are killing me after football," I said.

"I should start charging you for these things like everyone else, Michael" she joked, soaping the dishes.

"Come on Mom, I'm your son!  Your pride and joy!"

"Alright, honey.  Well I'm free now if you like," she said, finishing off and wiping her hands.  She wore a long flowing summer dress, all white and flowery-like and open a little at the cleavage with this tiny button up cardigan that barely stretched over her chest.  There was something about her shapely figure that was just an undeniable turn on for me.

I shook from my stare.  "Sure thing, Mom.  Are we going to use your room?"  She had this massage room all set up and perfect.  She'd put this soft, instrumental music on and the sound of babbling water whenever she took a client in there and it really mellowed you out.  You could lose yourself in there.

"Uh-huh," let me just get set up.

She disappeared from the kitchen and I watched her walk away, that big ass of hers rocking left and right with each step, oblivious that I was paying it my full attention.

With Mom gone my thoughts turned, as they so often did, to sex.  Having been denied of it for so long it was basically all I could think of.  At nineteen I was like an adolescent and thoughts of sex or jerking off occupied about ninety percent of my day.

I started to think about the older women in my life.  About professors at college or women I'd meet day-to-day.  Then suddenly images of my Mom would flash in to my mind.  The scary thing is it only served to strengthen my erection, sending blood pumping in to my cock as I thought things a person really shouldn't about their own mother.

I imagined her naked, her legs spread on the bed, watching from the door as she split those lips for me as I approached, ready to claim her.  In my fantasies she was in to it, but I had no idea how she'd react in real life.

"Honey," she called and my gaze drifted back in to the room.  "Are you okay?"

I composed myself and did my best to hide the erection in my shorts.  "Huh?  Yeah, Mom I'm fine.  Are you ready?"

"Sure, sweetie," she said, holding out an arm and beckoning me through the door.

As I walked past I felt like she was scrutinizing me, wondering why I should be day-dreaming like that in our kitchen.  I just hoped her scrutiny stayed above the waist!

It was normal for me to strip down to my shorts, but suddenly, in my current state of mind, it felt kind of wrong and naughty, being on her massage table like that.

I undressed under her watchful gaze and felt her eyes wandering over me, sure now that she knew all of the taboo thoughts that ran through my head.

I was sure to keep my back to her when I mounted the table, my dick still rigid and unable to calm down and I lay quickly on my stomach, feeling it press in to the soft fabric of the massage table and placing my head in the hole, hoping I could kind of hide there and relax.

Instead the opposite was true.  As soon as those soft, slippery hands touched my skin I set off in another frenzy of lust.

"Are you okay, honey?  You seem a little tense," Mom said, rubbing my shoulders and smoothing her hands down my back to the top of my ass.

"Erm—fine Mom," I called a little awkwardly.

"Do you want me to carry on?"

"Yeah, of course," I said.  I felt uncomfortable but I'll be damned if it didn't feel good.

I slowly began to grind my hips, hoping she wouldn't notice as she moved her hands down to my thighs and whenever she pushed a little hard I made sure to press my cock in to the fabric, grinding it up in my boxer shorts and imaging my mother's hands claiming it.

Soon she was on to my calves, rubbing out the days tension while that fat erection hid in my shorts, crying out for attention I couldn't yet give it.

"Okay, turn over for me sweetie," she asked eventually and I knew there was really no way out now.

I tried not moving, pretending I hadn't heard her and my eyes closed tight in frustration, desperately trying to forget everything and lose that awkward boner.

"Honey?" she asked again, shaking me gently.  I thought about pretending to be asleep but that ruse wouldn't last long.  Instead I bit the bullet and turned over, hoping it wouldn't be obvious or that she wouldn't see.

I lay on my back, my eyes closed and unable to see her expression, but when I squeezed them open and peered through my lashes I saw her, her eyes rapt on it, biting her lip and looking down at my bulging shorts.

"Oh," she said simply and I swallowed hard, hoping this whole thing would be over soon.

"Sorry, Mom, it's just—"

"It's okay, Michael," she said looking at me now.  "We'll just try to ignore it, huh?"

I closed my eyes tight, embarrassed completely, my face flush with a red hue and my cheeks burning hot.

My Mom carried on as though nothing had happened for the most part, rubbing over my chest and smoothing those oils in to my skin until her hands glided over my muscles with ease.  When she worked her way up my leg though I knew I couldn't fend off my urges.

She started at the calf again but as her hand rose ever close to the top of my leg I began to tense up, my cock stiffer than ever, seemingly steeled by her proximity when in reality I wanted the complete opposite.

She rubbed the top of my thigh vigorously, like she always would, only this time my cock slapped left and right under my thin shorts as she did so.

"Oh my," she cried, seeming shocked.

"Mom, can we just stop?" I asked, almost upset.

"No way," she said abruptly.  "It's perfectly normal and you need a massage, baby.  You're just so tight."

That word.  Damn!  The way she said it.  It breathed new life in to my cock and I knew any effort to suppress it would now be in vain.  It was too late.  Only an orgasm was going to calm this thing down but it was the last thing I expected.

I squirmed on the table as the continued to massage my legs, my cock shaking left and right whenever she moved me too roughly or quickly.  I was starting to think she enjoyed watching it as I looked down, seeing her gaze stuck on my crotch while her hands worked away at my legs.

"If you like ..." she began and my ears pricked up.  "I could, do a deeper massage—a full body one," she said tentatively.

I didn't know exactly what she meant at the time so I was a little reluctant.

"I won't tell anyone," she clarified and I knew then it most have been dirtier than I was imagining.

"Okay, Mom," I said eventually and before I'd ever finished saying it she was at the waist of my shorts and bringing them down.

"Wait!" I flashed, suddenly scared but in no time at all my cock was bared to her, running thick from my crotch up to my stomach.

I froze on the table, completely exposed and vulnerable but I felt strangely safe, knowing my mother was there to comfort me.

"It's okay, sweetie," she said, rubbing my chest and looking in to my eyes.  "It's perfectly normal."

"I know, I know," I drawled, but it didn't help.

"I'm going to touch it now, baby, okay?"  I guess it kind of helped to talk me through it all like that.

"Uh-huh," I nodded, staring down my body and determined to commit it all to memory.  It was such a turn-on.

Her oily hands moved closer to it, slowly and little-by-little as though she knew it was wrong but was fighting with her own emotions.

"Gee, it's hot in here," she said, suddenly withdrawing and taking off that little black cardigan.  I stayed tense, trying to be patient but desperate to grip it myself and relieve the mounting lust.

She composed herself and moved back in, her hand slowly smoothing over my waist and towards my throbbing dick.

I felt her nail touch at it timidly, then a finger and soon her whole hand was wrapped around it, spreading her oils up along its length as she smothered it in that loving embrace that only a mother can give.

I let out a huge sigh, equal parts relief and euphoria as her nimble, well-trained hands massaged their way along my length.

"Feel better?" she asked, toying with it in her palm.

"Yes, Mom," I said, all dreamlike, staring down my body and watching her play with me.

As she continued I noticed she seemed a little uncomfortable herself and began to pop the buttons open at her cleavage, the heat clearly getting to her.  Well, that's what I thought, anyway.  It wasn't until she popped open one button too many that I knew what was really getting to her.

I don't know exactly what I did, but the sight of my naked cock in front of her seemed too much for her to bear and soon she was rubbing a free hand across her breasts, pushing open the dress and squeezing at her bra.

I didn't say a word, instead watching while nature took hold.  She gripped my cock firmer now and yanked it more vigorously, suddenly switching the mood from sensual to lusty in an instant.

All the buttons of her dress were undone now and in a quick flick it fell from her shoulders, leaving her in her white bra and lace panties.  Her hands took a break to rub oil all over my body, my muscles glistening in the light and she rubbed some on herself too, moving behind her back and unclasping her bra.

My cock was stiffer than it had ever been in my life, each vein running thick up the side, raised from my dick and looking almost menacing.

She let her bra drop from her shoulders and I saw them for the first time.  Those big, magnificent tits of hers, swinging on her chest, looking huge and inviting.

She rubbed the oil all over them until her hands slipped between them, letting them sway and giving them a shine that only served to make them look more delicious.