Quietly I closed the bedroom door, Dad in his bed, napping. Before I could turn around Mom leapt at me, crashing against me, her body pressing against mine. Soon, she had me on the sofa, naked, begging me to take her, to do her hard, fast, and now. There was something wrong here, and I knew I should resist, push her away. But it's Mom – voluptuous, sensual, demanding Mom. And I want to be a good son...
Published: October 6, 2022