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The laundry basket lives in my room, and every Thursday after soccer practice my son walks in naked to put his dirty clothes in there. He’s always done it and I’ve never balked, but now he’s an adult I’m taking considerable notice. I’m so fired up that I start to play, knowing that he’ll soon be home. Read as he catches me and does something I never expected, giving me his forbidden length and satisfying my deep desires.
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“I want you, honey,” I confessed, laying it all on the line.
Ewan turned to face me. “I’ll be in the shower.”
He fled from the room quickly and I gasped, breathing quickly. My anxiety and nerves were hard to hold back. I couldn’t tell if that was a rejection or a proposal.
I felt shame, but when the shower turned on those same images of my naked son came to mind.
I got up from the bed once more to spy on him, walking steadily down the hall until I could see through the gap in the door that he’d once again left.
When I peered cautiously inside, the door to the shower was not closed. Instead, Ewan stood beneath the rushing water, staring to the door and running his hand steadily over his cock.
“Oh, Mom,” he cried, pretending he hadn’t seen me.
I stood there; my eyes agape. My pussy fluttered again for him, demanding that I put something inside it to sate its hunger.
READ MORE“I want to fuck you, Mom,” he said again, pumping steadily over his cock.
His hand ran slowly over his length and his muscles flexed. He looked even more beautiful with all that warm water running over him.
“Join me,” Ewan said.
I pushed the door open and walked inside, stepping right into the shower without removing my gown. I was close to Ewan and breathing hard into his chest. He took me by the wrist and guided my hand to his cock.
“Touch it,” he said.
I opened my fingers around him and made a fist around his cock. I remember how stiff he was. He felt harder than rock. I pumped slowly and then looked up at his face, ready to face the reality of my actions.
“That’s what I want,” Ewan told me. “That’s what I’ve always wanted.”
“Oh, honey,” I hushed, pulling at him. “A mother really shouldn’t …”
“I don’t care. It’s all I want.”
I didn’t care either. I just wanted to satisfy my boy and if this was all he wanted, well I was going to give it to him.
I yanked at his cock and then dropped to my knees, staring ahead at him. I didn’t tease him. I put him straight to my mouth and opened over him quickly, so as not to lose my nerves. The water ran over my scalp and turned my hair as sodden as my gown.
Ewan’s thickness rushed into my mouth, and I felt his arousal within me finally. I could feel him throbbing against my tongue as I pulsed it along him. I squinted up at him, battling the water. I could see his face staring down. The water ran off his brown hair.
“That’s amazing,” he groaned, and he moved in a way that made me think this might be his first.
I started to get into it, moving with more rhythm and working my hand along him in unison with my mouth. Ewan groaned and moaned above me, and I felt pride where shame was. I was pleasing him the way no woman ever had. I was doing a mother’s work.
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