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taboo sex,
mother son,
young old,
family erotica,
mom son incest,
in the family,
mommas boy,
imbreeding,
imbred,
mature boy,
milk boy
oh, those long, full legs encased in sexy
nylons. God, he just wanted to reach out and run his hands up and
down his mother's big legs.
Still Norma hadn't said a word, just knowing
that her son was feasting his eyes on her backside and deciding to
let him get a good look at her from that angle. Finally, she said,
"Like what you see, Bobby?"
"Oh, god yes, mom. You're beautiful."
"Am I sexy too, dear?" she asked
teasingly.
"You know you are, don't you, mom?"
"Want to see more, do you?"
"Oh yes, please. Turn around, please," Bobby
pleaded.
Slowly Norma revolved until she was halfway
around and then stopped giving her son a side view of her. Now she
looked down at her son with the most sexually smoldering expression
on her face that he had ever seen. Compared to his mother, the
women he had seen in magazines all appeared to be pretentious. She
was the sexiest thing alive. And she WAS alive and this was real
and actually happening. His cock throbbed so hard now that it
actually began to hurt.
"How's this, dear," Norma queried, noticing
that Bobby hadn't yet taken his eyes from hers. "Don't you want to
look at my tits?"
Bobby's eyes dropped to her bosom where he
took in her small breasts with the amazingly long dark nipples.
They were held up and out by the partial-cupped bra which left her
nipples and most of the aureola exposed; the aureola being so large
that a portion of their lower half was hidden by the bra cup. After
a moment, his gaze fell down to her legs which to him were almost
as exciting as her tits.
"Do my tits still turn you on, Bobby? Do
they?"
"Yes, ma'am. The nipples are so big and
sexy," he said, aware that this expression was fast becoming a
litany, but not being able to help himself.
Hearing this Norma almost asked him if he
liked them badly enough to want to suck on them, but then
remembered the rules she had laid down and caught herself. It
wouldn't be fair to him to taunt him that way, she felt, even
though she would love to have him suck on her nipples. God, in the
condition she was in right now she would probably cum on the spot
the minute his lips and tongue touched them.
Then she turned to face him full on and his
eyes went immediately to the junction of her thighs where he spied
what had previously only really been hinted at. His mother had a
large crop of black pubic hair which entirely covered her cuntal
area with a small arrow-like trail leading almost up to her navel.
As he continued to look at her crotch he noticed all of a sudden a
trickle of moisture starting to run down her right thigh. Before
even thinking about it he looked up and said, "Uh, mom, do you need
to take a pee? You're getting wet down there. It's OK - I'll
wait."
"Oh my god, Bobby," Norma exclaimed,
surprised at her son's naivete, "no son, I don't need to pee. What
you're seeing is a result of the excitement I'm feeling. When women
get excited they excrete fluid." She was then going to further his
education by explaining to him that the purpose of the fluid was to
facilitate fucking, but again, that would raise the spector of more
than they agreed upon and she didn't think it would be fair to him.
Thus she remained silent and just let him wonder.
After letting him silently stare at her for
what seemed ages Norma finally said, "Shall I get started,
dear?"
"Uh, gee, whatever mom," he answered, still
in awe at the sight of his mother dressed like a wanton slut.
Norma then moved to the wall and retrieved
the ottoman there and pulled it over and positioned in about three
feet directly in front of where Bobby was sitting and sat down
facing him. "I want you to stand up for a minute," she said.
Bobby arose with difficulty, his hands being
bound behind him. When he finally got up, Norma reached up with
both hands and slowly lowered his undershorts down over his hips,
pulling the front way out and over his massive erection which was
now sticking