1. Sleeping?


    Date: 12/27/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cheating, Domination/submission, Incest, Males / Female, Young, Author: geilkoekje11, Rating: 93, Source: sexstories.com

    "I thought I raised you better than that." "That's a joke," I chuckled. "What did you say?" she spat. "Come on Mom. Tight mid-thigh skirts, tight white blouses, make-up just right and stockings - you dress like that solely so you can torture those teenage boys in your school, then catch them yanking off in the bathrooms," I accused her. "Admit it." "You are such a complete failure as a human being, Benji," she growled. "You are a pervert for seeing all women as mere sex objects as opposed to real people with real feelings." That was rich considering Mom had the empathy of a stump. "Whatever Mom," I shrugged. "I know I treat other women better than that. Your opinion ceased being important to me some time ago." Mom was furious. I could see flames of rage lancing forth from her eyes in my direction. She tried to articulate a cutting comment, but something else spilled out. "Don't be a naughty boy," she demanded. I looked at her for a second then returned to my workout. She got the last word in again. The whole mishmash of emotions and intentions collided together after lunch. I showered and dressed in the second story shower. Mom used the Master Bathroom. I was sitting downstairs, channel surfing and trying to determine if a late afternoon jog was possible when Lydia joined me. I tried not to gawk. Mom was great looking for a woman in her mid-forties. Her body showed a lifelong devotions to physical conditioning. She didn't have the smoothness of a high school cheerleader, but ...
    she was very carefully maintained, easily passing for someone a decade younger. She was proud of her rigorous regimen. Her usually workout attire consisted of yoga, or biker pants and sports bras, or crop tops around the house. What I wasn't ready for was the brown string bikini bottoms and white t-shirt (no bra or top) that she came down in. "What are you looking at?" Mom glared. "Nothing," I mumbled and looked away. Lydia snorted. "You're pathetic," she sneered. "What could have possibly convinced you that your opinion means anything more to me now than it did earlier today?" I responded while I kept my eyes on the TV. She poured herself an alcoholic beverage then came over to confront me. "Stop being such a naughty boy," she stared down at me. Nice tits. I looked away and kept silent. She'd been looking forward to this moment for nineteen years - control over me. Her move with Bianca on Friday had monumentally backfired. She'd gotten me to bow down to my Sister by threatening my education. She had ignored the fact that I was always rebellious, no matter what. It was my instinctual reaction. What her momentary triumph had really earned her was my conviction to sever our relationship forever. That realization, the disaster of her date and her mounting sexual frustration had led to our very peculiar rendezvous on this same sofa last night. It also led to my unlooked for acquiescence to her will for the first time since I stopped breastfeeding. Mom wasn't an idiot. This wasn't ...
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