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- Loving Mothers – Taboo Shorts : 10 Short Stories
- Naughty Mothers – Taboo Shorts : 10 Short Stories
- Insatiable Mothers – Taboo Shorts : 10 Short Stories
- Satisfied Mothers – Taboo Shorts : 10 Short Stories
- Playful Mothers – Taboo Shorts : 10 Short Stories
- Lusty Mothers – Taboo Shorts : 10 Short Stories
- Horny Mothers – Taboo Shorts : 10 Short Stories
- Scandalous Mothers – Taboo Shorts : 10 Short Stories
Playful Mothers toying with their prey is the theme of this 10-story collection, where mommies take care of their sons in the most sinful way of all.
Featuring creamy breeding tales, anal sex fantasies, daring threesomes and everything in between, these stories are a must for lovers of mommy incest.
Stories include: ‘Mommy’s Motel F,’ 'Mommy's Virgin Stablehand,' 'My Son Is My Secretary & I'm Gonna Fuck Him,' 'Split Open My Asshole, Honey,' 'I Seduced My Ass-Loving Son,' 'My Son Gives My Ass A Workout,' ‘Snowed In And Plowed,’ ‘My Son’s Sinful Confessions,’ ‘Play Acting,’ and ‘F’ing My Son & His Dad.’
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"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.
READ MORE"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."
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