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'The Taboo Mega Pack 3' features 40 stories and over 130,000 words of the naughtiest erotica on the planet.  Including Dirty Daddies, Sinful Mothers, Bratty Daughters and Innocent Sons, as well as a heavy dollop of lactation, breeding and some bestiality thrown in for good measure.  Anal virgins, messy creampies and randy mutts — this collection has it all!Featuring –  1. Mommy's Motel Fuck2. Son, Take Off My Panties3. Mommy Nursed Him4. My Son Milked My Tits5. Desperate to Fuck My Son6. Me & My Friend Fuck My Son7. I Had to Fuck My Son8. Bred By My Biker Daddy9. Daddy Want to Creampie Me10. Daddy Undressed Me11. Daddy Fucked Me Over The Pool Table12. Daddy's Dick Under My Mini-Skirt13. Daddy's Barnyard Creampie14. Daddy Came Inside Me15. Daddy's Office Milk16. Daddy's Milky Cocktail17. Daddy Drinks My Milkshake18. Me And Daddy's Forbidden Milking19. Milk Masseur20. Daddy Sucked My Tits21. My First Creampie22. Daddy's Hot Cum In My Virgin Pussy23. Catching Daddy and Fucking Him24. I Fucked My Son in Ballet Class25. Creampied By My Son26. I Fucked My Son in the Car27. I Fucked My Son Through the Glory Hole28. Daddy and Mommy's Surprise29. Daddy's Hospital Threesome30. Taking Daddy's Cum While Mommy Watches31. Fucked By Mommy and Daddy at the Beach32. Red's Rocket33. Pounded By The Hound34. Scooby, Do Me!35. Rescued & Ravished36. Super Mutt!37. Dog Job!38. Canine to Remember39. Dog Sex40. Watch Dog

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The Taboo Mega Pack 3 - 40 Stories of Ultra Taboo | (Daddy Daughter Erotica Mother Son Erotica MILF Erotica Incest Erotica Lactation Erotica Milking Erotica Bestiality Erotica Breeding Erotica Pregnancy Erotica Bundle Collection)

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Mommy's Motel Fuck : Real Mothers 6

Son, Take Off My Panties : Real Mothers 7

Mommy Nursed Him : Real Mothers 8

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

I Had To Fuck My Son : Real Mothers 12

Bred By My Biker Daddy: Fertile Daughters 6

Daddy's Wants to Creampie Me : Fertile Daughters 7

Daddy Undressed Me : Fertile Daughters 8

Daddy Fucked Me Over The Pool Table : Fertile Daughters 9

Daddy's Dick Under My Mini-Skirt : Fertile Daughters 10

Daddy's Barnyard Creampie : Fertile Daughters 11

Daddy Came Inside Me : Fertile Daughters 12

Daddy's Office Milking : Daddy's Milk 9

Daddy's Milky Cocktail : Daddy's Milk 10

Daddy Drinks My Milkshake : Daddy's Milk 11

Me And Daddy's Forbidden Milking : Daddy's Milk 12

Milk Masseur : Daddy's Cream 1

Daddy Sucked My Tits : Daddy's Cream 2

My First Creampie : Daddy's Creampies 1

Daddy's Hot Cum In My Virgin Pussy : Daddy's Creampies 2

Catching Daddy and Fucking Him : Daddy's Creampies 3

I Fucked My Son In Ballet Class : Sinful Mothers 1

Creampied By My Son In The Gym : Sinful Mothers 2

I Fucked My Son In The Car : Sinful Mothers 3

I Fucked My Son Through the Glory Hole : Sinful Mothers 4

Daddy And Mommy's Surprise : Family Threesomes 1

Daddy's Hospital Threesome : Family Threesomes 2

Taking Daddy’s Cum While Mommy Watches : Family Threesomes 3

Fucked By Mommy and Daddy on the Beach : Family Threesomes 4

Red's Rocket : Fantastic Beasts 4

Pounded By The Hound : Fantastic Beasts 5

Scooby, Do Me! : Fantastic Beasts 6

Rescued & Ravished : Fantastic Beasts 7

Super Mutt : Fantastic Beasts 8

Dog Job : Fantastic Beasts 9

Canine to Remember : Fantastic Beasts 10

Dog Sex : Fantastic Beasts 11

Watch Dog : Fantastic Beasts 12

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About This Book:

'The Taboo Mega Pack 3' features 40 stories and over 130,000 words of the naughtiest erotica on the planet.  Including Dirty Daddies, Sinful Mothers, Bratty Daughters and Innocent Sons, as well as a heavy dollop of lactation, breeding and some bestiality thrown in for good measure.  Anal virgins, messy creampies and randy mutts — this collection has it all!

Featuring –

1. Mommy's Motel Fuck

2. Son, Take Off My Panties

3. Mommy Nursed Him

4. My Son Milked My Tits

5. Desperate to Fuck My Son

6. Me & My Friend Fuck My Son

7. I Had to Fuck My Son

8. Bred By My Biker Daddy

9. Daddy Want to Creampie Me

10. Daddy Undressed Me

11. Daddy Fucked Me Over The Pool Table

12. Daddy's Dick Under My Mini-Skirt

13. Daddy's Barnyard Creampie

14. Daddy Came Inside Me

15. Daddy's Office Milk

16. Daddy's Milky Cocktail

17. Daddy Drinks My Milkshake

18. Me And Daddy's Forbidden Milking

19. Milk Masseur

20. Daddy Sucked My Tits

21. My First Creampie

22. Daddy's Hot Cum In My Virgin Pussy

23. Catching Daddy and Fucking Him

24. I Fucked My Son in Ballet Class

25. Creampied By My Son

26. I Fucked My Son in the Car

27. I Fucked My Son Through the Glory Hole

28. Daddy and Mommy's Surprise

29. Daddy's Hospital Threesome

30. Taking Daddy's Cum While Mommy Watches

31. Fucked By Mommy and Daddy at the Beach

32. Red's Rocket

33. Pounded By The Hound

34. Scooby, Do Me!

35. Rescued & Ravished

36. Super Mutt!

37. Dog Job!

38. Canine to Remember

39. Dog Sex

40. Watch Dog

Mommy's Motel Fuck : Real Mothers 6

The drive to my sisters was a long one.  Thankfully my son and I get on well.  It wasn't always like this but I guess at nineteen he had kind of matured and I could talk to him a bit more like an adult.  It didn't matter how old he became though, he'd always be my special Michael.

I'd take glances at him during the journey and smile.  He was of an age now where we could share the drive, which certainly took a lot of pressure off me.  I'd use my time as a passenger to marvel at the man I'd helped create, wandering my eyes over his soft, innocent features and admiring his strong physique.

Michael had an athlete's figure that was enviable.  I was a little more well-rounded but I wouldn't go as far as to call myself fat.  I was just ... motherly.  I think there's something about the curvier woman that younger men seem to love.  Michael, it turned out, was no exception.

It all began at our first motel stop.  If we were tired we'd pull over for the night and I was beginning to feel the monotony of the drive.

"I'm gonna pull in at the next one we see, Michael," I said over to him.

"Yeah, I'd love to stretch my legs," he said looking down in to the foot well.

"You can stretch everything once we've got a room," I replied, and for the next five minutes I wondered if that might be taken a little too sexually.

I saw the neon 'vacant' sign of an upcoming motel and pulled in, quickly taking our night bags from the car and checking in at reception.

The place was pretty empty but it was just our luck that all the twins were taken.

"We've got a queen double," the receptionist said and I took it without even looking to Michael.  I heard him sigh but was too tired to make a fuss over it.

In the room we placed our bags down and I looked to the bed.

"Which side do you want?" I asked, noticing it didn't quite seem to be a queen size.

"Right side, I guess," he said, a little dejected.

I tried not to bring it up too much, sharing a bed with him like that.  I couldn't help but notice that he seemed kind of nervous about the whole thing.  I guess I was a little nervous too.

"I'm just gonna go put on my negligee," I said, tip-toeing off to the bathroom as Michael fiddled with the television.

As I changed I looked at myself in the mirror and had that same doubt that I'm sure many women my age get.  I wondered if younger men still found me attractive.  Hell, I wondered if any guy still found me attractive.  I always walked with confidence and attracted a lot of attention, but every once in a while a girl can doubt herself I guess.

I slipped into the negligee and twirled in front of the mirror, playfully hunching my shoulders and blowing a kiss before blushing.

"Get it together, Michelle," I said to myself and suddenly realized this whole thing was about Michael.  His reluctance to share a bed had made me question why.  The truth, it turned out, was the exact opposite of what my mind had decided.

I strode from the bathroom in my short, white night-dress and looked to the bed, seeing Michael beneath the sheets already and messing with his phone.

I put my hands on my hips and looked over to him.

"Ready for me?" I asked, but wasn't quite sure what I meant by it.

He looked at me and I saw him swallow hard.  "Erm ... yes?"

"I don't want this to be weird," I said, moving around to my side of the bed.  "It's just sharing a bed is all."

I pulled the sheets open a little higher than I needed to, hoping to chance a glance at Michael beneath them.  Just for curiosity's sake, you understand.

"Michael!" I gasped, when I saw the rest of him.  "You can't sleep with your clothes on!"

He huffed.  "But Mom, I don't wanna be naked next to you."

"You don't have to be naked, Michael.  Just keep your boxers on."

He slinked from the bed and went in to the bathroom.  I shook my head in disbelief as I heard the water begin to run.

When  I looked to the television I noticed Michael had sought out a naughty movie and must have forgotten to turn it over when I emerged.  The sound was low but I guess you didn't really need it for this type of thing.

It wasn't anything too graphic, but the male detective was getting very seriously involved with the female he was trying to protect.

As I watched them undress on the screen I started to feel a pang of lust.  Without even realizing it my hand began to slide down my body and settled between my legs, lightly moving over my pussy as I watched them.

I heard the latch move and the bathroom door open and soon I was scrambling for the remote, mashing buttons in the hope that Michael wouldn't see me watching the very film that he'd put on.

Michael stood and watched me, his eyes open in surprise as I fidgeted.  The channel changed to eventually, but to something much worse, just as Michael looked to the TV.

There on the screen sat this faceless, menacing cock, being thrust powerfully in and out of a wet, shaven vagina.

He turned to me slowly, his mouth open a little but saying nothing.

"I was just ... channel surfing," I said and couldn't help but laugh at how the roles had reversed here.

I was still fidgeting with the remote as this veined cock thrust itself between those wet lips.  Michael looked back to the television and backed up to sit on the bed, dropping his clothes to the floor.

I watched his bare back as he stared at the television, mesmerized.  I looked at the screen, then back at him before it suddenly dawned on me that Michael might not have ever watched anything like this before.

I waited before turning it over and we both sat there—mother and son—watching that wet pussy get fucked.

The camera switched angles now and we both got a better look at the actors before us.  The guy was young, early twenties maybe, and he was well toned and athletic.  The woman looked at lot older than he did but no less attractive.  They certainly seemed to be enjoying each other.

I stared in to the screen and looked in to her eyes, longing for that same look of satisfaction that she possessed.

I felt my pussy began to salivate and I quickly turned the television over, finding a music channel and leaving it there.

"That's enough of that," I announced.

Michael turned back to me as though he couldn't believe what he'd just seen and slowly stood up to move to his side of the bed.

It was then that I noticed the fat protrusion beneath his boxer-shorts.  Something I think Michael himself hadn't even realized was happening.

I ran my eyes up from it, along that chiseled, muscled torso of his and to his innocent, reddening face.

"That was a little naughty, wasn't it?" I asked, referring to the television.

Michael, missing the point, looked down at his cock as it punched out from his boxer shorts.

"Whoa," he said, quickly hopping in to bed to hide his modesty.  "Sorry, Mom."

I let out a little giggle.  "It's okay, Michael, it's perfectly normal."

He wriggled beside me as he tried to get comfortable and perhaps hoped the sheets would just swallow him whole.

"Really, it's okay," I said, looking over and putting an arm on his chest.

"I know," he said still blushing.

"Have you ... " I started, preparing myself for 'The Talk.'  "Have you ever seen anything like that before?"

He let out a big sigh as if he knew this was inevitable and he wasn't looking forward to it.

"A little, I guess."

"And have you ever ... been with a girl before?" I pressed.

"Mom, do we have to have this conversation?"

"No, we don't have to," I said, taking my hand off him now.  "I was just concerned is all."

Michael let out another sigh as he wrestled with his emotions.

"If you must know, Mom, I've never had sex with a girl before, okay?"

I was slightly taken aback and a maybe a little proud too.  Here was Michael, a strapping, young virgin and he was all mine, lay right next to me with a throbbing erection in his boxer-briefs.

"Is there anything you'd like to ask or talk about?"

He thought for a moment and all that could be heard was the soft music coming from the television.

"Well," he began.  "There was one thing."

"What?" I asked, sitting up on the bed and letting the sheets fall down off my tits.

I leaned over at him on an elbow, my cleavage plunging and my pussy crying out for attention.

"Well ... how do I ... please a woman?" he asked.

What a fucking amazing question, I thought.

"That's tricky to answer for most men," I began.  "But it's a great question."

"Why is it tricky?"

"Because a woman can sometimes be very complicated."

"See, this is what I'm afraid of."

"No, no," I said, putting an arm on him again.  "It's really not difficult if you know how.  Look, I'll show you."

I jumped from the sheets completely now and kneeled up in bed, facing Michael.

"What are you doing, Mom?"

"I'm giving you a quick, sex ed. class," I said simply.

Before Michael could protest further I'd downed my panties and lifted my negligee above my waist.

"Oh boy," Michael said, turning away suddenly.

"Michael," I said, almost sternly.  "Come on, you have to look if you want to learn."

He turned his head slowly towards me until he was staring right at my pussy.  It's hair was short and kempt at the top with just a little tuft that sat above my slit.  I knew it looked good.

I parted my lips and leaned back a little bit to give him a good view.  Michael's face was no more than a foot away from it and he stared in wonder as I parted my flesh.

"Is it always wet like that?" he asked, looking up in to my face innocently.

"Not always.  I guess I'm a little horny," I confessed.

"How come?"

"Same reason you are," I said, nodding to the television.

"Oh yeah," he said, laughing but still uncomfortable.

"Now do you see this little pink dot here," I said, parting my flesh and strumming a finger across my clit.

He leaned in closer.  "Yes, I see it," he said and I could see his hands moving beneath the sheets somewhere close to his cock.

"This is what you want to be toying with whenever you're intimate with a girl," I said, still strumming at it.

I began to get carried away in front of him and cruised my fingers down my channel, sliding one inside me and splaying the juices back up my velvet crease.

"It looks kind of hot, Mom," Michael confessed.

"Would you like to touch it?" I offered.

Michael wasted no time in bringing his hand from below the sheets and he reached out timidly.

"Go ahead," I said.  "You won't hurt me."

Soon I felt his fingers at my pussy and I spread it wide with both hands, looking in his eyes as I saw the lust and wonder mingling within him.

He moved inexpertly but I became even more turned on regardless, enjoying the sensation of someone else pleasuring my slit.

"That's good, Michael," I said, casting my head back and staring at the ceiling as my jaw tightened and I sucked in air through my teeth.

His finger tickled at my pink node and my body convulsed.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.

"It's fine, Michael," I said.  "You just got me very ... very excited."

"Should I stop?"

"No, no" I said quickly.  "Never stop when you start doing the right thing."

Michael continued but before long his fingers weren't enough.

"You can taste it if you like," I said, looking down at him.

He looked up at me, all sweet and innocent.

"Go ahead," I urged.

Michael shifted in the sheets, excited to try.  He repositioned himself and stretched his head forward.  I could feel his hot breath draping over my pussy as he moved closer and his tongue took a big swoop across my lips.

"That's right Michael," I said.

He took a few more tentative licks and gave it a quick kiss.

"It tastes kinda good," he said, looking up to offer his verdict.

"Lay here," I offered now.  "On your back."

Michael did as instructed and I removed my panties, planting myself over him.  I straddled his face and became drunk with my own lust, wondering quite what the hell I was doing.

"Do I eat the whole thing?" he asked from between my legs.

"Oh yes, Michael," I said, leaning forward against the wall and pressing myself on to him.  "You eat the whole thing."

Michael began to mouth and kiss at my slit, wetting my flesh in an instant and moving his tongue all about my sex.

I began to grind on him, enjoying the sensation of his chin pressed in to my pussy and every once in a while I'd slide up his face, letting the amateur strokes of his tongue fall across my asshole a little.

It felt naughty that Michael had no idea what he was doing, but I figured since he was nineteen I was doing him a bigger favor than if I lay back and did nothing.

I began to moan above him and soon he was coaxing an orgasm out of me, completely oblivious to the state he was driving me to.

"Don't stop, Michael, honey," I said.

My hands smoothed through his hair, ruffling it in frustration.  I couldn't believe I was  getting my pussy eaten this good and it was from my own son.

My moans became louder now and my grinding increased, bucking across his face and feeling his dexterous tongue dart inside my core before slathering over my swollen clit.

"That's it, Michael," I said my breath increasing.

He continued with boundless energy, sucking and licking at my flesh until I felt the orgasm explode inside me.

"I'm coming, Michael," I gasped, grinding over his face.  "Don't stop."

My whole body trembled and I felt my pussy convulse on his face.  My vision blurred and colored wildly and a tremor radiated through my core.

I squeezed my tits with my hand as I grunted out the last of it, sliding my pussy over him and coming on that pretty face of his.

I slid all the way down his body now, still in this strange hypnotic and sensual state.  I wasn't done with him yet.

I looked down as Michael's wet face was revealed to me and he looked up nervously.

"Did I do good?" he asked.

As my body moved down him I brought my face to his, wiping the juices from him and kissing the rest off his lips.

"You did very good," I said.  "And now it's time for your treat."

Michael looked a mixture of shocked and excited as I continued to move down his body, kissing and licking over his chest and nipples before moving down to his underwear and seeing it stretched tight around his bulging, big cock.

I glanced up at Michael who stared down at me, his eyes open wider than ever as he looked on and watched the show.

My fingers curled slowly over the waist of his Calvins, sliding my nails down inside and tugging them gently down.

I watched as the fabric slid over his engorged cock, gradually revealing it to me.  It was stiff and smooth, looking delicious.  I couldn't wait for it to be inside me.

I pulled his briefs all the way down and got excited when his cock slapped back against his stomach, looking much bigger than I'd expected.

"Where have you been hiding this?"

I smirked at him as I approached his throbbing cock, watching it twitch as each burst or blood beat inside it.

Michael stayed silent for the moment but I could practically hear his heartbeat over the sound of the television.

He let out a sigh as I took his cock in my hand, holding it upright and admiring how far it stretched from his body.

"That's gonna feel great inside me," I said as I jerked slowly up and down his length.

I stared in to Michael's eyes as I put his big dick against my face, and kept eye-contact as I opened my mouth wide and planted it over the bulbous crown.

I saw his eyes close and the pleasure wash over him as I hosted him in my mouth, pressing him as deep as I could manage and circling my tongue around his shaft.

I drove him deep, right to the back of my throat and then slid all the way off him with a tight pursing off my lips.

Michael looked down at his spit-glossed cock.

"That feels amazing," he said, gasping in air.

"Doesn't it just," I said, raising an eyebrow and returning to it with aplomb.

I sucked him until his cock was drenched with my spit and each time I pushed him inside me I felt my pussy swell, knowing soon that it would be its turn.

I could practically feel my juices running from my cunt as I pulled my mouth from him one last time, staring down at his slathered cock that looked even more impressive now it was all lubed up with spit.

I climbed up his body with purpose and kneeled my crotch over his cock, rising above him and pulling the night-dress over my head to reveal my full tits and naked body.

I took his hands and brought them to my chest, placing them over my breasts as I searched underneath myself for his thick girth.

My hands gripped around it and I stood it upright, putting it at the entrance of my puss and savoring the moment.

Michael's hands squeezed at my tits and my nipples immediately rose in response, punching out from the flesh, all stiff and sensitive.

I sat down on him with a sigh and Michael gasped as he entered me, feeling the tight embrace of my pussy as it enveloped that big, virginal dick of his.

"It feels so warm," he said, closing his eyes and sinking his head in to the pillow.

"You feel so big," I said, feeling fuller than I ever had before.

I wasted no time in starting my gallop, riding my son as though he were a young stallion that I was breaking in.

His cock slipped deep inside me and each time I slammed down on him it hit a little deeper still until he was striking a spot that few men ever had before.

Each time I pulled off him my pussy longed for his return and now I was bouncing on him wildly, my blonde hair tossing to and fro and my tits shaking on my chest, held still by Michael's inexpert hands.

He squeezed and kneaded them, his eyes closed and head lolling as I rode him.  He seemed to be fast approaching climax, which I could fully understand for a guy with a little experience as him.

I decided to up the tempo and I fell down on him, pressing my tits against his muscled chest and kissing his lips as they hung open.

He reciprocated, sliding a tongue inside my mouth and wrestling it with my own but I could tell his mind was elsewhere.  Michael's bigger problem seemed to be the imminent release from his dick.

"Mom, I think I'm gonna come," he whispered softly, with a pained look of pleasure across his anguished brow.

It was all the encouragement I needed and I found another gear, slamming my ass up and down on him and jerking his dick in the tight embrace of my hot lips.

"It's okay," I soothed, kissing his face.  "You can come inside me.  Come inside Mommy."

I wanted his seed desperately and I knew Michael was in no state to deny me.  I felt him tense up beneath me and his head fell back in to the pillow.  I kissed at his chin as his mouth opened in a silent moan.

"Come for me, Michael," I urged again and his cock stiffened and swelled inside me.

"Oh, Mom," he cried and I felt the first hot lashing shoot up inside me.

"There's a good boy," I said, keen not to let up and slamming down on him harder now.

More and more lashings of his cum shot up inside me, as though he hadn't relieved himself in months.

As I continued to buck on him the slaps from our colliding flesh became wetter, his semen spreading all about my crotch as it slid down his cock.

My pussy was full of his seed and still more of it shot inside me, dripping from me in strings that I tried to reclaim.

Soon he was spent and he gasped out, opening his eyes in shock and staring up at me.

"That was a big load," I said, looking beneath as I slowly pulled myself off his cock.

He looked down too and we both watched as I slid off him, leaving a trail of his love that dripped on to his body.

I reached a hand beneath and scooped it up off him, rubbing it over my pussy as his eyes stayed locked at my slit and his big chest heaved with each breath.

I gave him a kiss and then lay beside him, rolling my head into the sheets and feeling completely content.

"Was it good, Mom?" he asked nervously.

"Good?  Fuck, Michael, it was the best!"

He laughed, still a little nervous but growing in confidence by the second.

"You're gonna make a lot of girls very happy."

"Thanks, Mom," he said and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek.

"Now go clean yourself up," I said, as though he were about to eat a meal.

He skipped off to the bathroom, still full of youthful energy and I lay there in my drunken lust.  Maybe what we did was wrong but it certainly didn't feel like it.  In many ways I'd helped him grow and I figured that couldn't be a bad thing.  Maybe we could do it all over again someday.

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THE END

Son, Take Off My Panties : Real Mothers 7

Every so often I liked to go lingerie shopping at the mall, just to kind of keep things exciting between me and my husband, you know.

You have to do things to spice it up in the bedroom after a while and sometimes I'd dress up for him and maybe play with a toy or two in front of him.  I liked having him watch.  Even after twenty years of marriage it still turned me on.

In fact I enjoyed shopping there so much that I'd kind of pressured my son to get a job there so I could enjoy the discounts it offered on clothes and items.

He was nineteen and could have worked anywhere in the mall, but I'd told him I'd cut him some slack on the rent if he worked there and it seemed to encourage him.

Joey, my son, had been working there a couple of months now and it was my first time visiting whilst he was on shift.  I was sure it was going to be a bit of an embarrassment for him, but I don't get that much time to try things on.

It was Monday and I'd finished early at work for once so I thought I'd head straight over.  On the drive I began to get excited about picking the item out, relishing the opportunity to have my husband see it.  Little did I know someone else in the family would be enjoying it first.

I figured two o'clock on a Monday would be relatively quiet and I was absolutely right.  When I entered the shop my son sure did look embarrassed, but at least there was no-one around to be embarrassed in front of.

"Hey Joe-Joe," I said, walking over and smiling.

I saw the panic in his eyes.  "Mom!  You're not supposed to come here when I'm here."

"Whoever said that?" I laughed, catching something revealing immediately and rushing over to size it up.

Joey followed, still protesting.  "Anyone could see you."

"Well, let them see."

"But it's embarrassing," he said, whispering as though someone might hear.

I looked to him now in an attempt to comfort him.

"Look, Joey, no-one's here," I said, inviting him to look around.  "I'll get what I want, pay and leave.  Does that sound fair?"

He huffed.  "I guess, but can you try and be quick?"

"I'm not gonna rush, Joey," I said.  "I need to pick out something I like."

His eyes flashed to the item I was studying.  It was a crotchless, black one-piece with two holes for my big tits.  Probably the naughtiest thing in the whole shop.

"Oh, jeez," Joey said, moving away and trying to distance himself from the idea of his mother wearing this.

The final expression I caught seemed to be one of worry and I'd later form a reason why.  It turns out, I think, that Joey was scared he might actually get turned on if he stuck around.  The image of anyone in this thing, let alone his mother, was enough to drive any man crazy.

I took it off the shelf and moved through to the changing rooms.

"Do I need a ticket or anything," I called back to him across the store.

"No," he said abruptly.  "Just ... hurry."

I smiled, quite enjoying the idea of making him squirm.  Joey was usually quite jock-like and braggadocious, but I suspected it was mostly a front.  If he'd been sleeping with women he certainly hadn't been doing it in my home.

I closed the cubicle door behind me and began stripping, looking at myself in the mirror as each item of clothing was removed.

At forty-five I still had the figure I wanted.  It was shapely in all the right places and I loved myself for it.  I'm pretty sure my husband enjoyed it too, because it rarely took him too long to cum all over me whenever we felt like getting frisky.

When I was naked I turned to the side, admiring my S-shaped figure that lurched out at the ass and tits.  They gave a guy something to hold on to, that was for sure.

My hands ran over my body and found themselves between my legs, letting out a sigh as I tickled and teased at my slit.

No-one would ever know what I was getting up to in here but it didn't feel right with my son so close.  Someone could come in at any time, although that almost made me want to do it more.  What a turn on it would be with the danger of getting caught.

Instead I began to don the lingerie, sliding it carefully up my legs and making sure it hugged either side of my pussy.

It felt strange to be wearing something and yet be so exposed at the same time.  It gave the impression that I was wearing panties, yet the crotch was missing completely.  In the mirror I could just about make out my cutesy, shaven slit as I fought to get my big tits through the holes on the front.

I tied the back of it in a loop at my neck, but no matter how much I twisted and turned I couldn't seem to grasp the tassels that went across my back.

As I moved to grab them my tits wobbled on my chest and I couldn't help but laugh at how I must have looked, flailing around while I jiggled in this crotchless ensemble.

"Joey!" I shouted.  "Can you come here for a second?"

Maybe it was wrong of me to ask this of him, but who else was going to help me out?

"Mom?" Joey asked, outside the door now.

"Can you come in and help me with this."

"Are you serious?" he hissed, trying to keep the noise down.

"I'm just struggling a little.  Can't you help your Mom out?"

I heard him tut in frustrated disbelief.

"I can't just come in there when you're all .. naked!"

"I'm not naked, honey, please," I said, and I guess I wasn't lying.  I mean,  I did have some clothes on.

I unfastened the door and Joey pushed his way in, turning back as soon as he saw my reflection in the mirror.

"Nope!" he said quickly as he walked away, but I went on the attack, running from the room and grabbing his arm.

"Come on, just tie it up," I asked, tugging him.

"Christ, Mom, you can't run out here like that.  What if someone walks in?"

He tore his arm from me and got a good look for the first time, gazing down across my large tits and then averting his eyes after he saw my cute pussy.

"Just help me out?  Please?"

He turned his head deliberately to the right, making every effort not to look.

"Joey," I said sternly now.  "Get inside or I'll stand out here all day.  Then you'll have to explain to everyone what your Mother was doing stood naked in your store."

He turned back, swallowing nervously and trying to keep eye-contact.  He seemed to find it impossible, glancing his eyes downwards on more than one occasion and having his fill of my large, mature breasts.

"Now come on," I said, curling a finger towards him and turning back to the changing room.

This was the best part.  I knew he'd follow me and I also knew that when I turned he'd see the opening over my ass, giving a glimpse of my butt through the aperture that split open the bottom of the garment.

I saw his reflection over my shoulder as I strode powerfully back inside the small cubicle and noted that his eyes were definitely planted on my butt.  He was biting his lip and I could guess he was thinking naughty thoughts.  Who wouldn't be?

"What do you need me to do?" he asked, as he stepped inside.

I closed the door and locked it, staring at him with a dirty smirk.  I was enjoying this sexual prowess I wielded and I was beginning to feel a little ... adventurous.

"Just tie me up at the back," I said, turning away from him and pushing my ass out.

The changing room was so small that I didn't have to move too much to be up against him, and right now my ass was pushing back on his jeans that hosted a suspicious bulge.

"Everything okay?" I asked, knowing now that I was turning him on.

"Uh-huh," he said simply, grabbing the tassels and quickly tying them in a bow.

I wriggle subtly on his cock, letting him know that I was more than aware of what was happening down there.

I took a step away and admired myself in the mirror, turning back to him and presenting myself.

"What do you think?" I asked, looking down across my exposed tits and running my hands down my sides.

"It—uh—looks good," he said.

"Okay, this will do," I said, deciding quickly.  "Can you untie me?"

Joey pulled the laces open from a distance and then made for the door.

"Can't you do the rest?"  I asked, blocking his exit.

"What else do you need me to do?" he asked, nervous and maybe excited for the answer.

"Take off my panties," I breathed with a smile.

I pulled the neck loop over my head and let the front of the negligee fall down, looking at my son's expression in the mirror as I waited for him to undress the rest of me.

He displayed a quick bit of swagger, looking down with an expression that told me he wanted to eat what he saw.  Have at it, Joey.

"Are you sure, Mom?" he asked, as though he knew what would happen if he did it.

"Oh, I'm sure," I said.

I leaned against the wall of the cubicle, stretching my arms upwards and pushing my ass out to him.

Joey pulled the fabric down slowly over my hips, crouching to move it over my ass and getting a good look at my asshole and pussy.

"Oh my," he breathed softly.

"Like what you see?" I asked as the garment fell to the floor.

"It looks ... tasty," he said, and his answer surprised me.

"Well then by all means," I said pushing my ass back quickly and touching it to his face.  "Have a taste."

Joey did nothing at first.  In fact, he didn't even flinch when I pressed back on him, instead letting my ass envelop his face as my slit and knot rested somewhere around his lips.

I bobbed my butt impatiently and then I felt the first tentative lick of his tongue across my pussy, sending a shiver through me immediately.

Although I was completely naked and Joey was clothed I still felt as though I were in a position of power.  I was going to dominate him and he was going to love every second of it.

I moved a hand behind now and gripped his hair, tight enough to hurt and then I pushed him in to my ass, feeling that tongue slide across me, wetting my pussy and my tight knot in a flash.

"That's right, Joey," I grunted, enjoying the sensation.  "Eat my pussy.  Eat my ass."

Joey continued in earnest, seeming to enjoy the demand as his tongue flicked out wildly and he really began to go to town on my crease.

In no time at all my pussy began salivating, yearning to feel my son deep inside it.  I was surer than anything that I could make that happen.

My breath rose as he continued to eat me, sucking and kissing across anything I put on his face—and I mean anything.

Whenever my asshole flashed over his mouth Joey didn't miss a beat.  Instead he pointed his tongue towards it and drove it a little inside, tickling the sensitive, taboo nerves at its exit and driving me wild.

I pulled my ass off him quickly now, turning to see his face gasping in a kind of shock and I stood him to his feet by the arms.

"I'm going to suck your cock now," I said and kissed his face as I crouched before him, quickly unfastening his belt and trousers before he could even begin to respond.

"Okay," he quivered nervously.

Joey stood a little uncomfortably and when I looked up at his face I could see a certain degree of worry that I was keen to quash.

"It's okay, Joey," I said, stroking his legs as the fly of his pants lay open.  "I'm going to be very gentle."

I teased my way inside his fly, pulling down his pants until they were off his ass and falling to the floor.  Now I could see the sizeable bulge below his boxer-briefs and I knew I was going to enjoy what lay inside.

I pulled his Calvins out from his waist and over his cock, seeing the smooth, youthful and, more importantly, rock-hard flesh.  It looked delicious.

I looked up at him, putting his cock across my open mouth and giggling as he looked down with an open mouth.

"Ready, baby?" I asked, bobbing his dick up and down with my tongue.

"Ready, Mom," he said and pursed his lips as he braced himself.

I cast my head back and opened my mouth wide, gripping his cock with a hand and guiding it towards my open mouth.

In no time at all he was planted deep inside me and I could feel the smooth, bulbous head of his crown tickling the back of my throat.

"Oh, Mom," he sighed, casting his head back and closing his eyes.

I popped off him with a gasp, jerking his wet dick in my fist as I snarled at it.

Joey looked down to see me in full-on cougar mode, hunting down his dick and claiming his sexuality like a predator.

"I love this big cock," I said, licking up the barrel and throwing it back in my mouth with glee.

Joey could scarcely say a thing as I treated him, drenching the whole thing in my spit and running my fist over it quickly.

I tugged his pants down even further until everything was around his ankles, then quickly moved back to that cock, jerking it against my tits now and rubbing it over my nipples.

Joey looked down to enjoy the show, his face strewn in pleasured anguish as he watched me rub his cock across my stiffening teat.

As one hand played with him the other moved to my pussy, strumming my clit between my fingers until it began to swell, demanding Joey's cock more and more with each jolt of bliss I delivered to my pussy.

I leant back against the wall and thrust my cunt up towards him, letting him watch as my fingers split it open wide and I tickled at the exposed, pearly stud of my clit.

"Mom, you're wild," he said, taking up his cock in his hand and playing with himself.

For a brief moment we both masturbated in front of each other, each of our eyes locked on the others most intimate parts as we performed that most private of actions.  Sharing myself with him like this strengthened our bond, but I knew there was one last thing we could do that would cement it even further.

I stood up now and faced the wall, pressing my tits against it and turning back to him as I arched my back.

"Fuck me, Joey," I snarled, and looked back over my shoulder as he began to square up immediately.

Joey didn't need any more encouragement and soon I could feel his big, hard cock sliding up my wet crease, teasing me open before he shattered the taboo completely.

Just as I was about to scream for it and bring the whole building down he began to press inside me, squeezing his girth past my tight hole and sliding it deep into my O.

"Get it, Joey," I urged, demanding he go as deep as possible.  "Fuck me."

"It feels so nice around my dick," he said, tentatively gripping my ass as he began to up his pace.

"Don't be shy," I said, looking back over my shoulder and showing him how much I was enjoying him.

He squeezed my butt harder now, pumping into me with a youthful exuberance that I hadn't experienced in years.

There was something about his unceasing energy that quickly began to send me to rapture.  His rhythm was reliable and quick and it was in that mix that I found what I was looking for.

Soon I was crying out loud with glee, moaning and hoping to God that the shop was still as empty as we'd left it.

Joey didn't seem to care much either, sending his cock in to me again and again and hitting a spot so deep I wondered if it had ever been pleasured before.

Each lunge of him against me knocked me forward against the wall and when he withdrew I quickly yearned for his return.

In no time at all I was a trembling wreck, my eyes closed tight as the throes of orgasm began to grip me.

I wondered if Joey knew what he was doing to me, thrusting wildly inside me but somehow managing to press all the right buttons.

"I'm coming, Joey," I cried, pushing my ass back to meet his advances.  "Don't stop!"

Joey stayed true, sliding that thick meat inside me quicker now as my pussy began to convulse and grip tight to his girth in undulating waves.

"It's getting tighter, Mom."

"Dont .... stop!" I grunted.

Joey fucked me faster and faster and my stomach tensed now, my whole body quivering as the climax erupted from me in glorious fashion.

I slammed a hand against the wall, tossing my hair and squeezing at my tits as the sensation enveloped me.

My vision colored and my body surrendered itself to bliss, losing myself in that heady mix as I flirted in the ether between reality and fantasy.

Joey's cock slipped out of me and my legs closed tight, my hand moving to my pussy to soothe out the sensation that quickly followed.

Some of my juices spilled to the floor as I moaned and Joey had no idea what to do with himself.

"Mom?"

"You did good, Joey," I gasped, circling a hand over my clit as more of my juices escaped me.  "You did real good."

I turned back around quickly and crashed to my knees, staring at his cock and my cum that covered it.

I gripped it and thrust it in to my mouth, licking myself off him as I pumped him as fast as I could muster in my fist.

"It's your turn now, Joey," I said, staring up in to his eyes that rolled back in no time.

"Jeez, Mom, I think I'm gonna ... cum," he strained.

"Oh, I want it Joey," I gasped, moving my mouth close to it and licking the tip of his throbbing cock.  "I want it on my face."

He looked down with wide-open eyes, waiting for the climax to make a mess of me.

"Give it to me," I breathed, licking my lips and bobbing them quickly over the top of his dick.  "I'm ready."

His whole body tensed and his head cast back.  I pumped him harder and harder and watched as his balls pulled tight to the base of his cock, ready to deposit their load all over me.

"Shoot it," I ordered and I flinched as the first rope of his seed flashed over my face, feeling warm and satisfying instantly.

"Oh, Mom," he whimpered, looking down as several more jets of his hot cum roped across me.

I opened my mouth wide and continued to beat him, sending volleys of cum spiraling uncontrollably from his dick and falling all about my face.

Soon  I was covered in his love as it stringed across me, all over my nose and webbing over my mouth as hi cock continued to pulse in my fist.  The sheer volume was more than impressive.

"There's so much," I gasped, licking my lips and tasting the bitter-sweetness of it.

Joey was breathing in huge gulps of air now as the last of his seed dribbled from him and I tongued it from the tip, satisfied that I'd gotten what I wanted.

"Do you have a bathroom," I said, standing up nonchalantly and looking at him through my cum-spattered lashes.

He almost looked drunk as he swayed in front of me, clearly not back with the real world quite yet.

"Joey?" I said and he seemed to snap out of it.

"Uh, in the back," he pointed, wiping a hand across his brow in disbelief.  It must have been quite the sight to see his Mom in front of him, covered in his seed.

"I'll be right back," I said and I left him in the cubicle, tip-toeing through his shop completely naked.

I don't know why but I'd completely lost all my inhibitions now, but thankfully the place was still as empty as when I'd arrived.

I looked in the mirror in the rest-room and wiped his love from my face, winking at myself and smiling as I did so.

"Nice work," I said, commending myself.  "Nice work indeed."

Joey welcomed every one of my visits to the store after that.

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THE END

Mommy Nursed Him : Real Mothers 8

My son had come back from college as he wasn’t feeling too great, and I guess there’s nothing quite like the comforts of home.  Even at nineteen you can’t help but want to be looked after.

I was doting on him like any good mother should, going in his room to check on him whenever I hadn’t heard from him in a while.  The place had hardly changed since he'd left.

It got so that I was quite worried and wondered if I might be better taking him to the hospital but he insisted on recuperating at home.

“George, honey, are you decent?” I asked, knocking on the door of his room.

“Yeah,” he replied and it sounded as though it took all of his effort.

I teased open the door and peered in, seeing him curled up in bed and looking kind of pale.  As I got closer I saw the sweat dappled across his forehead and knew immediately he had a fever.

“Look at you,” I said, stroking his face.  “You’re burning up.”

When my hand touched his cheek I could feel the heat immediately and after checking with a thermometer I knew I had to do something about it.

“Come on,” I said, pulling the duvet off him.  “We need to cool you down.”

George was weary and so ill it seemed as though he’d let anyone do anything for him.  I guess he figured it couldn’t get much worse.

“I feel hot and cold, Mom,” he said as I guided him to the bathroom.

“Mommy will take care of you,” I said, reassuring him with a kiss.

He waited on a stool as I filled the bath, making it cool enough to lower his temperature but not ice cold.

“Now you’re going to have to undress,” I said cautiously, but George stood up and started doing so immediately.  I guess he really was willing to try anything.

I tried to avert my eyes but the bathroom was full of mirrors—something we’d done to try and make the room look bigger.  Now though it was making the prospect of seeing my son nude practically unavoidable.

I’d told myself I was going to sit beside him and just not look, but the second he whipped off his boxer shorts I couldn’t help but glance.

I stirred the water absent-mindedly as I watched the reflection, the mirror perfectly positioned to give me a good look at that big cock of his.

I kind of hadn’t expected it at all.  George was a really impressive size and he wasn’t even aroused.  I shuddered to think how big it could get.  I had no idea I’d be finding it out in the next few minutes.

George made his way in to the bath and had no intention of trying to cover his modesty.  He was so ill he simply didn’t care.  He didn’t even flinch at the cool bath water as he sat down in it and stretched out his legs.

I cleared my throat as I stared down at that big cock of his, lying above the rising water and looking almost intimidating.

I looked to George’s face and thankfully his eyes were closed with no idea that his own mother was scrutinizing his dick so closely.

My hand continued to swirl the water at his side and I gradually began to splash it on him, letting it fall gently across his cock and making it twitch a little.  I was ashamed to admit that it was quickly turning me on, but I had to try to keep control.  I was his mother for goodness sake!

When the water was a little over his waist I grabbed the sponge and George seemed to relax a little.

“It feels better already,” he said softly with his eyes still closed.

I wet the sponge and dabbed it across his body, trying to cool him and trying not to drench my panties in the process.

Suddenly it felt like he was no longer my son and that I was instead tending to an athletic stud that had found himself in the bathroom of my house.  I bathed him like I were some kind of ancient Roman servant and he was my master.

I let the water run over him and watched it trickle down his abs towards his dick.  His pubic hair was trimmed close and I could fully appreciate the majesty of his cock that had slowly begun to grow at his waist.  I bit my lip at the predicament but ultimately it wasn't a hard decision.

I watched in astonishment as I continued, seeing his dick growing and growing by the second as I slowly massaged him with the sponge.

As I looked to his face I saw his eyes shut tight quickly, trying not to make eye-contact and pretending as though everything were normal.

I tried to keep up the charade too but as I watched his cock grow I knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d be making a grab for it.

“Does this feel nice, honey?” I asked, trying to ease the fast-mounting tension in the room.

“It feels good, Mom,” he answered, still refusing to acknowledge the elephant in the room.

I began to sponge down his body now, moving slowly lower and lower and getting us both excited in the process until I was dabbing water over his big, thick cock.  Something about making it move was driving me wild, as though I were gradually proceeding, step-by-step, towards an inevitably lusty conclusion.

“I guess we better cool this down too,” I said, tenderly patting it and enjoying watching it move.

George wriggled in the bath but didn’t seem to protest.

I decided to continue cooling him everywhere, thinking perhaps I couldn’t just pay attention to his cock as it might make my new intentions a little too obvious.

Even when I was moistening his delicious abs I couldn’t help but keep my eyes locked on his manhood, watching the veins breathe life in to it and imagining how it might feel in my mouth.

I leaned over the rim of the bath and put my face nearer to his flesh, cautiously looking up at him and hoping his eyes stayed closed as I fought with my desires.

I started by letting my fingers touch it a little, sponging down his body and bringing the cock out from his stomach so it stood upright and looked even more impressive.

George’s eyes opened tentatively and he glanced down his body to bear witness to the taboo, seeing me fondle his monolith with my fingers as I thought naughty thoughts, my mouth only a few inches from it.

“Do you like it when Mommy toys with your cock, George?” I asked now, unable to pretend any longer.

George looked down as I continued to play with him, discarding the sponge now and stroking up and down in long motions as I awaited his answer.

“Uh-huh,” he nodded, his body tense like a coiled spring.

I leant further over the bath and breathed across his wet cock as it rose from the water.

“Would you like Mommy to put it in her mouth?”

His eyes spread wide and I could see them flicker, but he didn’t really need to think about it too much.

“Yes, Mom,” he said nervously.

I moved my hair behind my shoulder to give him the view I knew he wanted.  He stared at me as I opened my mouth wide and tensed up further as I planted my open mouth around him, closing it tight around his shaft and forcing a little more of him inside me.

I pressed him to the back of my throat and gasped off him, looking at his clean-cut cock as my spit stringed from it.

My fist pumped over it quickly and the water sloshed in the tub as I began to go wild, putting him back in my mouth and jerking him in my lips.

George started to moan softly as I pumped him, but I wanted more.  I wanted to take him in my pussy and feel his throbbing cock inside me.  I wanted his hot cum.

I couldn’t describe where this new yearning had come from.  I guess George just had some kind of magical dick.  The second I saw it flaccid I knew I had to see it erect—and the second I saw it erect I knew I wanted it inside me.

I stood up and George’s eyes flashed open.

“It’s okay,” I said as I pulled my tank-top over my head and began to unbutton my jeans.  “Momma’s gonna take good care of you.”

George watched as I undressed before him, sliding my jeans off my ankles until I was stood only in my bra and panties.

I turned side-long  so he could admire my shapely figure and then popped open the back of my bra and let the straps spring forward, releasing my big tits in an instant.

“My God,” George whispered, and I watched his hand move towards his cock and stop short.

“It’s okay, George,” I said calmly, taking the bra off my shoulders and showing him my large, hanging breasts.  “You can play with yourself.”

He took up his dick timidly, jerking along it in slow strokes and showing me exactly how he liked it.

“There’s a good boy,” I cooed, and bent my ass out while I peeled my panties over its curve.

It slid down my legs and George watched on, his pace quickening as he caught his first glimpse of my naughty little slit.

My hair was short like his, with just a little tuft above my clit.  I turned to him and moved my hands to my crotch, pulling at my pussy from both sides and parting my flesh.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked, looking down over my big tits as I spread myself for him.

“I really do,” he moaned, still jerking that fat, wet cock of his.

We were both enjoying each other now and watching him play with himself spurred me on to do the same, curling my finger up and tickling my swollen clitoris.

I strummed across my flesh as he pumped his in his fist, putting on a show for each other.  I took note of his grip, the position of his hand on his cock and the pace at which he jerked it.  I wanted to know exactly how he liked it.

I took a step in to the bath now, splitting my legs as I straddled him and seeing George’s expression light up as my pussy was bared to him.

“Would you like a taste,” I asked as I stood over him, looking down like a commanding femdom.

George nodded as he looked up at me, still looking a picture of innocence despite his aroused state.

I smirked as I pushed my cunt forwards and George’s face met it, placing my thighs either side of his head and feeling his tongue tickle at my loose flesh.

“That’s nice, George,” I breathed, casting my head back and scrunching his hair.

I pushed his head further in to me and felt his tongue dart inside my sticky honey-pot, scooping out my juices as he kissed and mouthed over my sex.