1. Megan and Mitchell


    Date: 3/2/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Female solo, Hardcore, Incest, Male / Older Female, Masturbation, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 93.5, Source: sexstories.com

    in the background, Mitchell felt a soft, warm body slide next to him. His mother smiled at him, caressing his face, planting a slowly kiss on his cheek. She moved his arm, resting her head on his lap. Mitchell shook his head, observing a smile come across her face, her eyes closing. Megan, reaching behind her, grabbed his arm, pulling is across her body, holding his hand and dozed off. ********* In the present day, at the restaurant Megan made small talk to her son, asking about his job, how he likes living there, and if he had many friends. There was no mention of her divorce from Mitchell’s stepdad. Mitchell didn’t bring it up, almost afraid of hearing the truth. He did ask her about her plans for a job. His mother was a massage therapist in Miami and she told him she was hoping to find something similar in Malibu. Mitchell subtly hinted that it would be good for her to get a job and back on her feet. “So you have your own place and be out of my hair,” He thought to himself. After the meal, Megan sipped on her coffee. She moved across the table to Mitchell’s side. They watched a string quartet play in the corner. Megan smiled, moving Mitchell’s arm, putting it around her, much to his chagrin. He didn’t complain, going along with her affection. They were silent on the way home, Megan sending text messages to her sister, Mitchell wanting to go to bed. After they arrived, he headed straight to his room to change into pajamas, closing the door, not saying goodnight to his ...
    mother. He listened to her start up the shower and drifted off to sleep. Day one was over. Or so he thought. An hour later he was woken from his slumber when his mother told him to scoot over. “Huh? What?” he asked, groggily. “I said move over. It’s cold in here. Why do you keep it so cold?” She complained. “Blankets are in the hall closet,” Mitchell said, sliding over to make room for her. His mother ignored his suggestion, practically pushing him across the mattress. She slid under the covers, her long white t-shirt covering her panties, and then moved Mitchell’s arm and snuggled close to him. She guided his hand to her hip, brought her own to his chest, and eventually was sound asleep. Mitchell couldn’t help but think how soft and warm her body was against his. He admitted maybe it wasn’t so bad to snuggle with her before sleep found him once more. The next morning Mitchell woke up to the smell of bacon. Seeing he was alone in his bed, he made his way to the kitchen, to find his mother cooking breakfast. He watched her reach to the cabinet above her, the long t-shirt coming up, exposing her pink panties. Mitchell looked away, making his way to the living room, sitting on the couch. A few minutes later a plate of bacon and eggs was sat in his lap. His mother sat next to him, handing him a fork. “I was thinking we could go to the beach today,” She said, taking a piece of his bacon. “I don’t know,” Mitchell replied, not bothering to thank her for the meal. “Please? It’ll be fun.” ...
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