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Opis ebooka Real Mothers 3 : 4 Pack Erotica Bundle Books 9-12 (MILF Erotica Mother Taboo Erotica Mature Woman Virgin Man Deflowered XXX Erotica Collection Incest Erotica Family Sex Erotica) - Taboo Inc.

'Real Mothers 3 : 4 Pack Bundle' features 4 naughty stories of mature, confident Moms deflowering their innocent virgin Sons in hot erotica encounters.  The cougars have targeted their prey and they're going for the kill!  Read as they tackle their Son's hard cocks like pros, getting exactly what they want and sometimes a little more!  Strictly Adults Only!Stories Include : 'Mother's Milk,' 'Desperate to Fuck My Son,' 'Me & My Friend Fuck My Son' and 'I Had To Fuck My Son.'Read An ExcerptThere was a tense silence that Bobby seemed to find uncomfortable, shifting on his seat.  Either that or he was experiencing an unwanted erection right now.  Either way, I was happy.“So what do you think?” I pressed.He cleared his throat.  “How would we … get it?”“The old-fashioned way,” I said, returning to the fruit.  “You’d just have to suck it out.”Bobby damn-near choked.  “Suck it out?  With my mouth?!”“Well yes, Bobby, how else are we going to get the milk out?”He shrugged.  “I don’t know, Mom.”“Well that’s the only way,” I clarified.  “If you want my nourishing milk you’re just going to have to,” I slid open my gown to reveal more of my tits, “suck it out.”Bobby’s eyes almost popped from his skull as he stared at my breasts.  I still hadn’t shown him my nipple but enough of my big tits were visible for him to start making his own conclusions.“How do we know it’ll work?” he asked, coming around to the idea.“Oh it’ll work,” I said, although in reality I had no idea.  I’d only ever been able to breast-feed him once in my life, but I’d hear stories of women being able to lactate on command.“When can—when do you—erm—”“We can do it right now if you like, Bobby,” I said, realizing what he was driving towards.I walked around the counter and back towards him as he sat in the chair, looking vulnerable.  I was practically daring him to do something.I wanted him so badly in that moment.  I wanted him to make a move.  I wanted him latched on to my tits, sucking away.  I wanted to feel that hard cock of his pierce me open.“Well?” I asked, presenting myself in front of him.  “Would you like to try?”He swallowed and looked at me, then back down to my large chest.  Tentatively he moved his hands forward slowly, heading for the split in my gown.“That’s right,” I encouraged softly, keeping my hands at my side and letting Bobby do all of the work.  “Just like that.”Bobby pinched either side of my dress and began to open it slowly, his pupils dilating as more and more of my deliciously big tits were revealed to him.  Most guys his age would kill for something like this, and here I was giving him it on a platter.  Have at it, Bobby.He looked at me as though wondering if he should continue and I nodded simply, looking back down to his trembling hands as they opened my gown.Bobby let out a little whimper when the fabric slid over my stiff nipples and revealed them to him.  They were tight and hard, rising on my chest at the mere thought of Bobby’s lips enveloping them. 

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'Real Mothers 3 : 4 Pack Bundle' features 4 naughty stories of mature, confident Moms deflowering their innocent virgin Sons in hot erotica encounters.  The cougars have targeted their prey and they're going for the kill!  Read as they tackle their Son's hard cocks like pros, getting exactly what they want and sometimes a little more!  Strictly Adults Only!

Stories Include : 'Mother's Milk,' 'Desperate to Fuck My Son,' 'Me & My Friend Fuck My Son' and 'I Had To Fuck My Son.'

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My Son Milked My Tits : Real Mothers 9

Desperate to Fuck My Son : Real Mothers 10

Me & My Friend Fuck My Son : Real Mothers 11

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There was a tense silence that Bobby seemed to find uncomfortable, shifting on his seat.  Either that or he was experiencing an unwanted erection right now.  Either way, I was happy.

“So what do you think?” I pressed.

He cleared his throat.  “How would we ... get it?”

“The old-fashioned way,” I said, returning to the fruit.  “You’d just have to suck it out.”

Bobby damn-near choked.  “Suck it out?  With my mouth?!”

“Well yes, Bobby, how else are we going to get the milk out?”

He shrugged.  “I don’t know, Mom.”

“Well that’s the only way,” I clarified.  “If you want my nourishing milk you’re just going to have to,” I slid open my gown to reveal more of my tits, “suck it out.”

Bobby’s eyes almost popped from his skull as he stared at my breasts.  I still hadn’t shown him my nipple but enough of my big tits were visible for him to start making his own conclusions.

“How do we know it’ll work?” he asked, coming around to the idea.

“Oh it’ll work,” I said, although in reality I had no idea.  I’d only ever been able to breast-feed him once in my life, but I’d hear stories of women being able to lactate on command.

“When can—when do you—erm—”

“We can do it right now if you like, Bobby,” I said, realizing what he was driving towards.

I walked around the counter and back towards him as he sat in the chair, looking vulnerable.  I was practically daring him to do something.

I wanted him so badly in that moment.  I wanted him to make a move.  I wanted him latched on to my tits, sucking away.  I wanted to feel that hard cock of his pierce me open.

“Well?” I asked, presenting myself in front of him.  “Would you like to try?”

He swallowed and looked at me, then back down to my large chest.  Tentatively he moved his hands forward slowly, heading for the split in my gown.

“That’s right,” I encouraged softly, keeping my hands at my side and letting Bobby do all of the work.  “Just like that.”

Bobby pinched either side of my dress and began to open it slowly, his pupils dilating as more and more of my deliciously big tits were revealed to him.  Most guys his age would kill for something like this, and here I was giving him it on a platter.  Have at it, Bobby.

He looked at me as though wondering if he should continue and I nodded simply, looking back down to his trembling hands as they opened my gown.

Bobby let out a little whimper when the fabric slid over my stiff nipples and revealed them to him.  They were tight and hard, rising on my chest at the mere thought of Bobby’s lips enveloping them.

My Son Milked My Tits : Real Mothers 9

Bobby had been going to the gym more regularly recently.  I guess it was his age.  At nineteen, guys seemed to care much more about their appearance and my son was no different.

Something strange was happening to me though.  The more Bobby worked out the more I had the hots for him.  It was as though I could see him maturing and growing before my very eyes.  As the weeks passed I really began to notice a difference in him, but Bobby didn’t want to stop there.

“What’s up?” I asked, hearing him let out a frustrated sigh as he browsed on his laptop at the kitchen diner that morning.

“I wanna get big, Mom,” he said, scrolling the mouse-wheel.

I walked up behind him and pulled my dressing gown tight around me, putting my hands on those broad shoulders of his.  “Honey, you are big.”

He looked up at me from his chair.  “I want to be bigger.  I think I need some protein or something.”

I couldn't help but feel bad for him.  In my eyes he was perfect as he was, but he clearly wanted to achieve something more.

I watched for a moment as he cycled through the brands and studied their ingredients like some kind of mad professor.  He seemed to be taking things very seriously.

“Hey!” I announced, suddenly remembering something I’d read.  “You know there was this article talking about the best foods and stuff for the body.”

“Yeah?” he said, turning back to me with his interested piqued.

“Well the winner had the highest nutritional content and was great for growing muscle.”

“What was it?” he asked, turning on the chair now so his body face me.

I decided to build the tension before the final, shocking reveal.

“It’s completely natural—no additives or anything—and it’s readily available.”

“Jeez, Mom, what is it?” he asked in frustration.

“Breast milk,” I said simply, staring at him and waiting for the reaction.

“Gross!” he said, and span back around in an instant.

“Not at all,” I countered.  “There was a story about a guy who was using it and he went on to win Mr. Universe or something.”

Okay, so I made that part up, but I had this yearning for Bobby that I wanted to satisfy.  If I could get him on my breasts trying to tongue out my milk then I could get him to do anything.

“Really?” he asked, naively.

“Oh sure,” I said, looking down at my big tits that sat below my dressing gown.  “They were calling it a super-food or something.”

Bobby seemed to think for a moment.  “Where can I get it?”

I couldn’t help but smirk.  “Well, Bobby, from a woman’s breasts, of course.”

Bobby still seemed to be thinking.  “I can’t just get it from the store?”

I laughed.  “Bobby, you can get formula at the store but it isn’t the same.  It has to be natural.”

It seemed to suddenly dawn on him where he could most readily find the closest source of this natural milk.

Bobby stared to my breasts and I acted like I had no idea, busying myself at the counter cutting some fruit.  Each time the knife hit down sharply my breasts shook beneath my gown.  I never wore a bra under there in the mornings and Bobby was now noticing that.

“So ... where can I get it from?” he asked, knowing the answer full well.

“Right here,” I answered simply, continued to cut apples as though this was a completely normal conversation.

I could feel Bobby staring at me from his chair, the cogs in his mind whirring as he questioned just how dedicated he was to the cause.

“Where?” he asked again and it sounded innocent.

I looked in to his blue-eyes and raised an eye-brow.

“Right here,” I said again, looking down at my tits and then back to him.

Bobby followed my glance downwards but it took a while for his eyes to come back up to mine.  Instead he stared into the dark recess of my cleavage beneath my gown and I could see him imagining all kinds of things.

He swallowed hard and I bit my lip, both of us now thinking of something so utterly taboo that we could scarcely even mention it.

There was a tense silence that Bobby seemed to find uncomfortable, shifting on his seat.  Either that or he was experiencing an unwanted erection right now.  Either way, I was happy.

“So what do you think?” I pressed.

He cleared his throat.  “How would we ... get it?”

“The old-fashioned way,” I said, returning to the fruit.  “You’d just have to suck it out.”

Bobby damn-near choked.  “Suck it out?  With my mouth?!”