joeltorrid2:HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! It was the first time I had seen my son’s cock since he was a chil
joeltorrid2: HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! It was the first time I had seen my son’s cock since he was a child. I have to admit, I had been curious over the years. I mean, he has grown into such a hunk, and I have seen him in some very tight fitting swim trunks out by the pool. But nothing could prepare me for what I saw when I rounded the corner that day. And nothing could prepare me for the flood of dirty, nasty, taboo thoughts that rushed into my brain. I wondered what it would feel like in my hands, what it would taste like sliding into my mouth, what it would feel like pounding into my pussy. I obsessed over it for weeks afterward. Thoughts of my son completely monopolized my mind. I found myself trying to come up with new ways to catch him naked. I was fantasizing about him when I masturbated…when my husband made love to me. When I did the laundry, I brought his dirty underwear to my nose and took long deep breaths, trying to memorize my son’s odor. I began to realize that it was becoming more than a fantasy when I began to ponder whether my son would ever consider having sex with his mother. I brainstormed ways to seduce him. I even carried some of the plans out…wearing revealing clothing around him, touching him and brushing up against him, holding my kisses with him a bit longer than the pecks that we normally shared. But I always told myself that I was just having fun. It was like a game. And besides, he would never want to have sex with his mom anyway. And as for me, I knew I would never actually go through with it. I mean I couldn’t actually fuck my own son…Could I? -- source link