1. I Love You, Mommy 1


    Date: 11/11/2015, Categories: First Time, Mature, Taboo, Author: ajbasu, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Nothing out of the ordinary, it was a Halloween like any other Halloween with me visiting my son, Joey, to spend some quality time with him, his wife, Patty, and my grandc***dren. Normally, I vacation with them for a week every summer but, this time, his wife, Patty, asked me to come again over the Halloween weekend to see the k**s in their costumes and to take them trick or treating. Since Halloween was my son's birthday anyway, it was a way for me buy him a birthday gift there, instead of buying it here and shipping it. "Mom, can you come over Halloween," asked Patty? "I could really use your help with the k**s and they'd be so excited for you to see them in their Halloween costumes." "Yeah, sure, I'd love nothing more than to spend the Halloween holiday with you, the k**s, and Joey. It would be fun to pass out candy after taking the k**s trick or treating. I haven't done that in years, since Joey was a boy. Maybe, the day before, we can go to the haunted fun house together." Only, a Halloween birthday surprise for Joey, my son didn't know that I had arrived to celebrate Halloween and his birthday, and I didn't know that this holiday would change our lives forever and change our relationship from mother and son to Elizabeth and Joey, lovers. It all started early one morning when Joey found his way home d***k. It had been his birthday. Not only had he missed his k**s dressed in costume and taking them out trick or treat but also he had missed his own party with cake, ...
    candles, and presents. With the k**s disappointed that Daddy wasn't there to celebrate Halloween and his birthday with them, his wife and k**s had already gone to bed, and I was still up watching television, something I never do so late, but I was worried about him. "Where the Hell is he? Why didn't he call? Maybe something happened to him. I'm going to lay into him when he walks through the door," I said to myself, while pacing back and forth and peering out the window for evidence of his truck. Then, I thought, "Stay out of it. He's married now. This is between him and his wife. He's not your little boy anymore, but a grown man with a wife and k**s. If you must, you can have your say later after his wife and when you are alone with him," I said to calm the anger that he'd rather be out drinking than to be home with his f****y for Halloween. It was well after one o'clock in the morning when I heard him out front. Relieved, I knew it was him, as soon as he pulled up to the house. Only, when he hit the curb with his front tire, slammed his door twice to close it, dropped his keys, and swore, I knew he was d***k. "Fuck! Where's my keys? Where the Hell are they? There they are. Just my luck, it figures they'd fall in the only freakin' puddle on the street." He was lucky he hadn't killed himself and/or someone else. He was lucky he hadn't been stopped, arrested, and thrown in jail. In this day and age of public awareness and public outcry, akin to being an outcast from having leprosy ...
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