1. Sleeping?


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

    out after we ordered dessert," she gave me out of nowhere, once we entered the household kitchen. She fought back a sob. Mom and I were hardly demonstrative, but to be fair, she took care of me when I was ill and didn't keep me in a closet, or anything sick like that. I figured the last few days in this place, I could at least prove I wasn't as bitter as she was. I wrapped my arms around her as she rested her elbows on the countertop. When she first pushed herself up, I expected her normal bitchy self. Instead she sighed and leaned into me. That brought my face into contact with her neck and the perfume she was wearing. That combined with the firm, round globes of her ass against my groin began to arouse my cock. As I began to pull away, Mom put her hands on mine to keep me there. Had my hardening penis gone down my pants leg, I would have been safe but I had been beating off before Mom called and my hard-on had never completely gone down. I was poking right between her ass cheeks and in a few seconds, she realized it too. Mom let my hands go, allowing me to back away and head for my room. Only when I heard Mom say 'I need a drink' did I remember the debris I had left in the basement - where the bar was. She was quickly heading down to the basement before I could do anything. 'Well fuck,' I thought and headed to my room. Ten minutes later, Mom came storming into my bedroom. "What is the meaning of - that - stuff downstairs?" she growled. "I thought we could both get lucky ...
    tonight," I shrugged. "Do you want me to go clean up my stuff?" Mom stared at me."No, I'll take care of it," she responded. "You would only mess things up again." This was par for the course for us. She certainly knew I masturbated and she knew I watched porn when I thought I could get away with it. She noisily shut my door and stomped off to her own bedroom. I was left thinking over what stroke fantasy to use to get rid of my hard-on that didn't involve the images and scents of my Mom. My door opened up fifteen minutes later at a moment such that I was glad my chair was turned away from the door. I looked over to see what Mom wanted, preparing some snarky reply when my mouth went dry and my throat caught. Mom was in the doorway, backlit by the hallway light, wearing a sheer black teddy that barely covered her crotch. She stood there with one hand on her hip as she sneered at me. "I'm going to have a stiff drink then go to bed," she stated. "You should go to bed right now. I want you to do some yard work early in the morning and I'd better explain the job to you so you can't make a shambles of it. While you are doing that, I will stop by the school for some paperwork, but I'm sure I'll be back before you are done." "Sure - whatever," I managed to rasp out. She turned in silhouette and sauntered away. Mom was too much of a control freak to become shit-faced drunk, but I was curious what she was up to. That, and I wanted to see more of her in that teddy. Once again, from long ...
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