hung-oedipus: yourmomsbedroom: joeltorridfamily: My plan was working. Up to this point, my mom had d
hung-oedipus: yourmomsbedroom: joeltorridfamily: My plan was working. Up to this point, my mom had drawn the line between certain things we were allowed to do and not do together. But I was pushing that line and mom has allowed me to push it. She keeps rationalizing it by saying “it’s not incest.” But the more she moans and the wetter she gets, it is clear that she isn’t going to last much longer. I won’t stick it in her until she asks me to…but that moment is nearing. I can just tell… It starts with neck rubs. Real talk. Innocent, stress-relieving, neck rubs. Bare hands on bare skin, with a little lotion in between. Then you buy some warming oil and she likes it. Eventually you move to her shoulders, too. The blouse has to come off, of course, so you can stay on her skin. Then you talk her into dropping the straps of her bra. Next time she’s laying on her stomach on her bed, topless, with a towel over her. You lean across at first, but eventually, you’re straddling her. That’s the first time she feels you. I mean FEELS you. She gets horny, you’re already horny. Neither of you dare say a thing. Later on, you’re in your room jerking off, she’s in her shower, trying NOT to think about you while she touches herself. But you keep coming to mind. The inevitable awaits. In an orgasmic, endorphin-filled gasp of moans between the mother and son, it became incest and his slicked up massive cock penetrated her maternal womb -- source link