1. Opedial Conquest


    Date: 9/6/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: Hemingsex, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    beleaguered spouse. “Overtime, your beer buddies—I have for years played second fiddle to these, not to mention forgetting my birthday and our anniversary or doing these on the cheap. But this?” She flashed the lipstick stain in his face again. “This? No fucking way! Pack your bags and get out of this house.” “But Valerie—“ “ALEX, PACK YOUR BAGS AND GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS HOUSE!!” Both males were overwhelmed at the volume and intensity of her statement. Even Peter stepped back. Valerie threw the shirt to the floor, and glared at her defeated husband. Alex didn’t say anything, though he really did not know how this all happened. He quietly walked into the bedroom, opened the closet to get out his suitcases and began to pack. Peter actually felt bad for his father. Then he glanced at his mother. She was in a summer dress, hands on waist, and legs slightly spread. The left one was straight while the right hip was thrusted out to the side. It was a pissed-off stance, but the college student couldn’t help but admire the curve of the jutting hip, and the rising and falling of her massive chest as she angrily breathed. Peter felt his dick stirring and thought this would be his time to exit. He gave a shake of his head as if to show astonishment, and returned to his bedroom. Twenty minutes later, Alex was carrying his two suitcases to the front door. He looked at his wife and son. “I will be at The Doral.” “Who cares where you will be?!” Valerie inquired through clenched teeth. ...
    Alex looked at Peter. The son gave an irate ‘what the fuck did you?’ look back, standing next to his mother like a bodyguard. The loser husband opened the door, walked out to his car, put the luggage in the trunk, and drove off. Mother and son stood side-by-side for about a minute, until she lost it. Valerie looked dejectedly at Peter and started to cry uncontrollably. “Oh, Peter,” she sorrowfully commented, stepping in front of him and leaning into him. “He cheated on me! Your father cheated on me!” He wrapped his arms around her, like a protective cocoon. She laid her head on his chest and wailed. “I’m sorry, Mom” he soothingly replied. “He cheated on me!” she repeated frequently during the substantial cry. Peter felt like such a louse. He wasn’t upset at having started to end his parents’ marriage. He was upset with himself because he couldn’t help but notice how nice and soft his mother’s big breasts felt against him as he cradled her. “There, there, Mom. Everything is going to be alright,” he comforted, another devilish grin on his face, unbeknownst to her as her face was now in his chest. There were many, many nights like this in the next couple of months where Valerie, in Peter’s arms, sobbed uncontrollably. He comforted and cared for her. He doted on, spending all his non-school time with her. He eventually dumped Amy, telling Valerie she was becoming too possessive and that he’d rather spend his free time with her during this difficult period. The mother cried when he ...
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