Letter To Husband
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Note : This story is completely fictional!
I had to write to you and tell you this because I know how much you’ll be turned on by your slutty wife’s morning with your son.
Well oh my God! It has finally happened and my cunt hasn't stopped dripping - and I want more!
I woke early and feeling way hornier than usual even for this slut.
So I quickly got my rabbit vibe out and brought myself to a quick but beautiful cum.Then I got myself ready to go wake my son for school but I was still really horny and I hoped that today would be the day.
So I went into his room, you know the way I do; to go tease him, both tits out and the nipples good and hard and so wishing that he’d not just stare but that he'll make a move.
I was so wet and needy I was just hoping on hope that today something would happen.
Anyway, as I went to his room I was stroking my tits in preparation, and my nipples were like bullets.
Then I saw the bedroom door was ajar. As I approached I could hear he was already awake but breathing heavy for some reason.
I peeked round the door, expecting to see him playing a video game or something but instead I saw he had the sheet pulled way back.
He was naked and his big cock was fully erect, hard and angry looking.
He had his right hand wrapped round it and was stroking himself slowly while looking at something on the bed beside him. With his left hand he was massaging his balls at the same time.
I had to have that cock, I just really, really had to.
I pushed the door gently and it silently opened more.
His head was turned away from me as he stared at whatever he had beside him. So I leaned forward trying to see. I suddenly realised he was looking at a picture of me!
It was one from some time back and although I was dressed my big, hard nipples were clearly visible.
So there was my son, huge, mom's titties.
I swear I came gently and at that moment, seeing him like that, I was suddenly way bolder than ever before.
I quickly stepped straight into his room and beside his bed. Before he could move, I reached for his cock, took it in my hand and squeezed him hard.
He swung round stammering "Mom... I... I...." but I just leaned forward slightly and smiled, saying something "So you like Moms titties then huh?"
He was bright red and I felt his cock already starting to wilt from shock.
All the while I was pinching, pulling and twisting my nipple as I gripped him and slowly started to wank him. As I did his cock grew hard again, back to the throbbing meat I had first seen.
His mouth hung open but his eyes, at first wide with fear quickly went straight to my tits and then flicked back and forth between my tits and my hand stroking his cock.
Oh my god – I’d so wanted this for so long.
My cunt was spasming and I could feel my juice running down my thighs as I stepped across into the bounds of real incest.
Just once he feebly tried to push my hand off him but I simply gripped him tighter and sped up my wanking action. He groaned, closed his eyes and laid back, his crotch starting to rise and fall to meet my hand as I jerked him off.
I moved even closer, leaned down more and just said "Suck mommy's titty honey, please" and put my nipple to his lips.
Firstly his lips stayed closed so I pressed myself against him even more and gave his cock a harder squeeze and a sudden quick burst of wanking
He groaned and opened his mouth and my nipple slipped between his lips and grazed across his teeth.
"Suck please honey, suck mommy hard"
Holy God did he suck!
And he licked and nibbled.
As he sucked I looked toward his cock, hardly believing that I had my hand going up and down, gripping hard on my son's thick meat that stuck up throbbing from a mass of black pubic hair.
I was cumming almost constantly, groaning at the feel of his cock as it pulsed in my hand, as I ran my fingers across the large wet bulbous end of his rod.
Then, more than I had hoped, I felt his hand slip under my night shirt onto my thighs. He slid a finger around the cum that was on my skin.
Instinctively I spread my legs and came strongly immediately as his fingers first found my dripping cunt and then, with no finesse jammed into me.
I groaned out loud as he started to instinctively finger fuck me good and hard. All the time he was still sucking and biting on my tits.
Then he groaned and I felt his cock starting to swell in my hand. Without another thought I pulled myself away from his sucking and clamped my mouth around his cock I pumped my head up and down, sucking and wanking him harder now, wanting to taste my son's juice..
His body rose off the bed and I felt him start to cum. Jet after jet of hot sperm shot into my mouth, filling it and my throat.
I groaned and came too as his fingers fucked me hard and took me over the edge. I gripped his hips with my hands and jammed my face down onto him. I really gagged as his cock penetrated my throat, still pumping cum.
I pulled back and sucked him harder and harder, wanting all of his juice as he slammed his cock into my mouth as I did so.
Finally his spurts stopped and his cock slowly wilted.
I lifted my head up but I licked him good and clean, looking at the cock before me, licking it, kissing it and sucking it to make sure I'd got all of my son's cum.
Then I stood up and felt his fingers slip from my cunt. He looked at them, wet and running with my own cum.
So I lifted his hand to my mouth and sucked my juice from his fingers. He watched totally amazed and totally confused by what had just happened.
He went to speak but I stopped him.
"Mom is so pleased that her son finds her horny and that she could help him cum" and I kissed him on the forehead.
He laid back and just watched as I stripped my night shirt off and climbed onto the bed with him.
I spread my legs like the incestual whore I am, took his hand and dropped it onto my dripping pussy. His fingers gently traced my soaked lips as he explored and gently slipped a finger back into me. My cunt twitched and gripped him. I closed my eyes and purred.
I'd tasted his cum and his cock and I wanted more. He wasn't going to college today, oh no he was staying home, pleasuring and learning from his Mom.
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John Henry Bartlett III laid back on his bunk and closed his eyes, exhausted after another long day at sea. It had been another stressful day, causing him to question once again why he had joined the Navy. The answer was simple: his family legacy. Father and grandfather before him, along with scores of uncles and cousins…men in his family were supposed to be Navy men. He hadn’t even questioned it, the choice was made for him before he was born and he stepped into his role like a pair of...
John Henry Bartlett III laid back on his bunk and closed his eyes, exhausted after another long day at sea. It had been another stressful day, causing him to question once again why he had joined the Navy. The answer was simple: his family legacy. Father and grandfather before him, along with scores of uncles and cousins…men in his family were supposed to be Navy men. He hadn’t even questioned it; the choice was made for him before he was born and he stepped into his role like a pair of...
Straight SexLetter To Mother Growing up my dad was not around much because he wasn't a good cook. So he decided to leave it on my mother. He wanted her to be an at home mother while he worked his ass off 2-3 jobs in rotation. I barely saw him. When he did hang out we were like best friends honestly. Catch up and just bullshit about anything! Girls, school, video games, everything! Well I had just gotten home from school and it was Friday. Fresh start to my weekend. I sit down and turn on my Xbox and before...
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LETTER FROM EISENGRIM TOWNSHIPDear Shoeblossom:Sometimes Brearley lets me jerk off. Kneeling on the hardwood floor on my bare knees, rubbing my stiff and long denied cock, it’s so painful! Brearley is always gorgeous, fully clothed as a striking contrast to my nakedness, in tight jeans or a sexy miniskirt, sometimes a tube top. Often she will wear a sexy business office outfit, which really, really makes me feel even more naked, humiliated, and excited.?Keep that willy whacking, Fremont, but...
LETTER FROM TOPEKADear Shoeblossom:I come home from work, pulling up in my BMW Z4 Roadster, and the paper boy greets me respectfully ?Mr. Wegg, how are you?? I grin at him. Yes, Palmer Wegg is a hot shot in this thriving Midwestern city? and when I go in the house I am pleased to see my pretty wife Zenobia relaxing on the divan.?Hello, Pom.? She greets me, smiling. ?The kids are away for three days with my parents, and so we have a bit of alone time.? Zee smiles and my cock hardens in the...