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

over to the sofa and sat down directly to my side. For a few minutes nothing happened. Finally, Mom took my right hand and put it on her left thigh. It sat there, motionless and unmotivated by me to move. "What are you waiting for?" she ground out. "Mom, no amount of sex is going to make me stay at home with you," I murmured. Lydia trembled. This was the final humiliation. She'd offered up her body, I had partaken and now I was refusing a second offering. To compound that, she, a rigid, moral person and educator, was offering herself to her son - who was rejecting her. Having established no other meaningful relationship in our first nineteen years together, this was all she had left. Mom hated acknowledging failure. She was getting ready to unleash an epic tongue-lashing of hate, bile, and frustration. "Mom, can I have five uninterrupted minutes with you, please?" I requested. She twitched. "What do you want?" she whispered. "I want you to have faith in me and I want to be open and honest with you," I told her. "Why should I have faith in you?" Lydia turned on me and growled. "You've been nothing but dishonest and ungrateful." "Mom, do what you think is best for you," I shrugged. The new program had come on the TV. She sat back, crossed her arms and stewed in her own hatefulness. "Five minutes?" she seethed. "What do you want me to do?" "Listen to my suggestions and follow them within reason. I don't want you to do anything you really don't want to do, Lydia," I answered. ... "What does this mean - for us?" she glared. She wanted a promise of something that I wouldn't give. She didn't get it, not yet. "It means we won't be any worse off in five minutes than we are right now," I pledged. "Fine," she growled. "Stand in front of me," was my first direction. Anger radiated from her but she obeyed. "Part your legs slightly," she did. I put my hands on her butt-cheeks and pulled her into me. Reluctantly she fell onto me, her knees straddling my thighs. Mom's abdominal strength kept her from toppling and pushing her breasts into my face. "Please place your hands on my shoulders," I continued. That accomplished, I snaked my left hand around to her mid-back and let my right hand become entangled with the hair on the back of her head. I pulled her face to me, but she resisted me forcing a kiss. I didn't coerce any tongue action, alternating kissing the corners of her mouth, the tip of her nose and her cheeks beside her nose.Anger became confusion and that morphed into amorousness. Eventually she began kissing me back. I bit and pulled her lower lip so she returned the favor - painfully. I had read about it, but I had never seen it. It was as if a switch flipped inside my Mom's psyche. Her intransience melted away and she became an impassioned carnivore. We battled back and forth about who got to neck with who. Mom tried to take my shirt off. When I held her off, she began sucking and biting my nipples through my shirt. In the meantime, I avoided her breasts, ...