Mom/son Stories

I am Emily. I'm a 38-year-old widow with a soon-to-be 17-year-old son, Travis. I had been without sex for over two years, since my husband Doug was killed in a car crash. A couple of months ago, I lured Travis into my bed and became his first, and so far only, lover. We had been making weekends our sexual fun-and-games times. Lately, however, our fun has slowed down because baseball season has begun and Travis is on his h...

I was still having a hard time believing what I had just done! I masturbated as my 16-year-old son secretly spied on me. Well, he thought he was being secretive, but I planned it so he would "accidentally" see me playing with myself. That led to me sucking his cock, and teaching him how to eat a pussy. He's always been a good student, and he learned very fast how to lick pussy well! By the time I had sucked him off a seco...

My name is Emily. I'm 38 years old, but already a widow. Two years ago, my husband Doug was killed in a car accident. Our son Travis was 14 at the time, so it was an especially rough time for both of us. Now he is a junior in high school who made the varsity baseball team for the upcoming Spring season. He'll be seventeen in about two months. I think he used both school and sports as therapy for his grief. It worked well...

The SUV's engine ticked softly as it cooled in Vivian's driveway, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over the suburban house. Mikey hopped out following his mother, his scrawny 16-year-old frame still buzzing from the illicit thrill in the back seat. His shorts felt sticky against his thighs, a reminder of how he'd thrust into his mom's warm pussy just minutes ago, all while his father drove obliviously up front....

Chapter 8 I was exhausted after the trip to Crescent Point. It was fortunate that both Mom and Liv were also tired and a bit tender for a day or two, because it gave me a chance to rest and focus on my responsibilities with the ranch. Of course, the first order of business was to call Uncle Rob and let him know about the freshly killed cow, and then notify the authorities. The Sheriff came out to look at the site, as did...

The highway stretched out ahead, the SUV rumbling along the steady incline toward Denver. Shelly shifted again on Mikey's lap, her white summer dress riding up slightly to her mid-thighs, the soft cotton fabric bunching against his black cargo shorts. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, his scrawny, 16-year-old frame tense beneath her. Mikey's hands finally settled on her hips, gripping lightly to steady her...