Incest Mother Son Taboo Breeding Erotica
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My mother stopped right in front of me, a huge, shit-eating grin on her pretty, dolled-up face.
I watched her with my mouth wide open, wondering just what she was doing. With one fluid motion, she opened her robe, shrugged it off her petite shoulders and dropped it to the floor, exposing her luscious, naked flesh to my eyes.
"Happy birthday, son!"
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My mother stopped right in front of me, a huge, shit-eating grin on her pretty, dolled-up face.
I watched her with my mouth wide open, wondering just what she was doing. With one fluid motion, she opened her robe, shrugged it off her petite shoulders and dropped it to the floor, exposing her luscious, naked flesh to my eyes.
"Happy birthday, son!"
I stared at my mother's naked body for probably longer than I should have. My cock tugged in my shorts and this time there was no talking it down.
"Mom? What...what are you doing?" I swear to God that I'd never seen my mother looking so beautiful than she did right then. For a 45-year-old, she was in pretty good shape. Her breasts weren't pert, but they didn't sag either.
Why was I staring at my mother, anyway? She was my mother. I shook my head and tried to turn my attention to something else.
READ MOREShe laughed. "I've seen the way you've looked at me lately, son. Don't think I'm too old to know what my own son is up to." She jiggled her breasts and I swear I almost lost it right then and there.
"Yeah, but what are you doing?" My breath caught in my throat as my eyes watched her breasts sway hypnotically in front of me.
"What does it look like? I'm seducing my son."
My jaws dropped open and my eyes widened. "What?" Surely I was mistaken. I couldn't have just heard that.
She moved forward and pressed her large, pendulous breasts to my astonished face, inviting me to...to what? Touch them? Suck them.
"Don't look so surprised! I've read your diary. I've seen the way you stare at me sometimes when you don't think I notice."
I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs from my mind. "Yeah, but...you're my mother!" I hissed, lowering my voice as if someone could hear.
"It's your 18th birthday, Allen, and I'm your present. Now, you can either argue about morals or you can follow your cock and do the right thing." She reached down and brushed her hand through my silken fabric, causing my cock to jump.
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