Sophia
Like a lot of mothers, Sophia was ecstatic when she found out that her son Brock would be coming home for summer break. Unlike a lot of mothers, however, she'd held an intense sexual attraction to her son for years and she just couldn't take it anymore. That's why she was hiding in the darkened living room, out of sight. It's why she'd parked her car down the street, so that Brock wouldn't see it and would think he had the house to himself. And it's why she asked Tiffany, a woman she'd shot a couple of adult films with, to seduce her son and suck his cock, only to cut him off abruptly and leave him horny and desperate.
Like clockwork, Sophia heard Tiffany make her way down the hallway; a moment later her petite figure was silhouetted in the doorway.
"Sophia?" Tiffany whispered. Sophia stepped out of the shadows.
"Is he still in his room?" she asked.
"Yeah," Tiffany nodded. "I think he's on his laptop. You should get in there before he blows his load everywhere." Sophia giggled and squirmed in excitement.
"I can't believe I'm doing this!" Sophia's face lit up as she said it.
"I can't believe your crazy fucking plan might actually work." Tiffany leaned in and gave her friend a hug. "Good luck. He's a little hottie."
"What's his cock like?" she asked as Tiffany walked out the door.
"Find out for yourself!" She stuck her tongue out and then disappeared out the door and closed it behind her.
Sophia tip toed down the hallway as quietly as she could, slipping out of her robe and letting it fall to the floor. She couldn't see into the guest room, but she could see that the door was open. Before long she heard a familiar sound - her own moaning. She squeezed her fists in triumph. He had opened the video she sent him! She had sent it under a fake name but made it seem as authentic as possible so that he wouldn't get suspicious and delete it. She was proud of her moment of cleverness, but there would be time to pat herself on the back later. She rounded the corner and there he was. Her son's back was to her and he was furiously pounding away at his cock while he watched her getting fucked from behind. Of course, he didn't know it was her in the video, but he was about to find out.
Time seemed to stand still as Sophia waited for that moment. Standing just a few feet away from her son, she ran her fingers through the lips of her soaking wet pussy and it was all she could do to keep from moaning aloud. Over the video, she could hear the sound of Brock's balls slapping against his leg as he jerked off. She held her breath and bit her lip as her on-screen doppelganger turned around and revealed her face. Brock stopped moving; he was clearly shocked. She wasn't sure exactly how he'd react and his stunned inaction answered that question. After a few moments his hand slammed down on the space bar and the video froze. If he had hit the space bar because he didn't want to continue watching his mom get fucked, then the move backfired, because now his mom's face hung there, frozen, with gobs of cum surrounding her mouth in a haphazard fashion.
Sophia almost couldn't bear it. She was close enough to reach out and touch him. Then the most exciting, unexpected thing happened. Brock reached up, restarted the video, and continued to jerk off.
"Oh baby," Sophia said aloud. She didn't even mean to; she was simply too excited to stay quiet.
"Mom!" Brock shouted as he whirled around in his chair, trying to cover his dick and hide his laptop screen at the same time without managing to do either very well.
"It's okay!" she shouted, holding out her hands in a motherly way, as if she was going to embrace her little boy.
"What are you doing?!" Brock shouted. His eyes scanned up and down her body as if he had just noticed that she was naked. The tone in his voice was a confused one. She imagined he was surprised, embarrassed, confused, and at least a little bit excited, all rolled up into incomprehensible emotional turmoil.
"Baby it's okay," she dropped to her knees in front of him. It took every ounce of strength to keep from leaning in and sucking his cock. She knew she couldn't hold out for long. "Mommy knows you like the video."
"What video?" he asked, playing dumb.
"The one I sent you." She ran her hand up his bare thigh and she wanted to explode. Brock showed a moment of confusion on his face but it quickly changed into a look of clarity, as if a lightbulb just turned on.
"You set this up." At first he looked hurt, the way anyone would feel after being manipulated, but eventually his lip curled and Sophia could swear he looked impressed. "Tiffany. That was you?"
Sophia laughed. "Brock, how long did you live in this town? How often do you see women as hot as Tiffany just hanging around the supermarket, waiting to get fucked?" And with that, she flicked her tongue against the head of his cock and it was on.
He let out a gasp. "So how long have you been doing porn?"
She brought her lips down around his cock and he cried out. Her tongue swirled around his cock and he quietly mouthed "oh god" and then she pulled back, dragged her lips against his smooth skin, sucking hard. She pulled her mouth from his cock with a cute "pop" sound.
"Well, you went away to college and mommy got lonely. Your mother has needs too, you know. And so many guys in porn have such big, beautiful cocks."
Her dirty talk seemed to have an effect on him. He was breathing harder; panting. "So why set this all up?" he asked.
"Because mommy needs her little boy and his big, hard cock."
"Whatever mommy wants," he said with a smile.
"Do you remember when you brought that girl home a few years ago? You were 21 at the time, I think. Jessica was her name." She kissed up his shaft as she spoke and deep throated him when it was his turn to talk.
He had trouble getting the words out in between moans. "Yeah. What about her?"
"I watched you fuck her." She took his cock in again, sucking hungrily.
"Wait, you weren't..." he laughed loudly. "Well, I thought you weren't home, but apparently I was wrong."
"Don't feel bad." She gripped his cock in her first and looked up at him. "I hid my car so you would think I was gone. And then I stood in the hallway, in the dark. Your door was open just a crack..." she moaned as she recalled the memory. Her hand made its way once more to her aching slit and she pressed a finger in. "And I watched you fuck her. I watched you pull out your magnificent, amazing cock and slip it inside of her."
And with that last sentence an orgasm ripped through her, making her knees tremble. "Oh god, fuck me, baby! Fuck your mommy!" She jumped to her feet and pulled him to his and then shoved him onto the bed. It was almost comical the way his cock was pointing straight into the air. She climbed onto him without wasting any time and then her pussy was hovering right above him, her plentiful juices dripping onto his rock hard manhood.
"You're gonna slide right inside mommy." Brock wrapped a few fingers around the base of his cock to guide it as his mother lowered down onto him. He slid inside just like she said he would. He moaned loudly, but it was nothing compared to the sounds that Sophia was making.
"Oh my god! Oh god!" Sophia had been waiting for this moment for so long, had wanted it so badly, that tears began to well up in her eyes now that it was finally happening. "Oh fuck mommy, baby." In her mind, she imagined this moment as a much more romantic affair, but in reality she was so utterly overcome with lust that her animal desire was guiding her. Soon she was gritting her teeth; his hands were all over her tits, his fingers squeezing them. She didn't always like to be manhandled, but with Brock it was okay. She loved it when Brock did it.
"You like mommy's pussy, baby? You like how it feels around your big, fat cock?" His hands gripped her sides tightly as she rode him. The feeling of being jerked back and forth in his iron grip brought hints of another orgasm, building quietly in the pit of her stomach.
“Are you gonna cum for mommy?” she asked, leaning down and kissing him on the lips. “I want you to fill me up with your cum.” Brock grunted, seemingly in approval. His efforts intensified and soon she didn’t have to do any of the work; his strong hands slid he
r back and forth in a pleasing rhythm. The welcoming sensation built in her stomach, spread outwards with its warm, joyful fingers. She was so focused on it that she was caught off guard when he came, suddenly and intensely, his hot seed shooting up inside of her and his throbbing cock pressing against her inner wall. She was so close to the edge herself, there was no way she was getting through that. She exploded, pressing her hands hard into her son’s chest as the muscles inside her tightened around his cock.
She collapsed onto him, two sweaty bodies pressing against each other. They each sucked in deep, lungfuls of air, their chests expanding in unison.
“Did you like that, baby?” she spoke softly into his ear. “Did you like the way mommy’s pussy felt?” He didn’t say anything, but she felt him nod. “I’m so proud of my big strong boy and his big strong cock.”
This was going to be a wild summer.
END
About the Author: Kirsten Rose
Hey you dirty birds!
I've always had a bit of a wild side, one that could only be satisfied in my craziest fantasies. Once I realized that other folks enjoy my dirty imagination has much as I do, I started writing erotic short stories. It brings me great pleasure to share these with everyone as I delve into the darkest recesses of my deviant mind! I am eternally grateful to anyone who takes the ride with me! Muah!
Stay naughty!
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"Charlotte? Charlotte?" I called as I walked down the hallway towards my stepdaughter's bedroom. "Dammit, where are you?"
I opened the door, not bothering to knock, and paused to take in the chaotic landscape of the bedroom of a college girl who never got out of her teenage slobbishness. Clothes were strewn everywhere, in piles on her bed, across her dresser, the back of her chair. There was a stack of dirty plates towering precariously on the nightstand, next to a vanity that was overflowing with a mountain of makeup.
I cursed to myself, wondering if it would even be possible for me to find my mp3 player in all this mess. I let my stepdaughter borrow it to listen to while working out, the only condition being that she replace it in the charging dock downstairs when she was done. I was itching to head out for my evening jog, and of course it was nowhere to be found. She was out at her classes at the local community college, and wouldn't be due back for hours. It was only after failing to reach her on the phone that I finally gave up and decided to see if I could find it in her room.
There were only a handful of clean spots in the whole place, and I started my search with those. There was a desk that she studied at, which had a small rectangle of cleaned space where she would leave her laptop. I quickly glanced around the crumb and paper-strewn edges without luck, and my eyes fell on the bulletin board that hung above it.
There were a number of photos, newspaper clippings, and ribbons from science fairs pinned to it, and I paused for a moment to look over it. Hopefully reminding myself of Charlotte as a little girl would make me cool off a little. There was one photo of the two of us fishing, her holding up a striped bass that put my tiny perch to shame. I smiled at the bittersweet memory, as it was only a few weeks after that photo that the person who took it, Charlotte's mother, died in a car crash, leaving me to raise her alone.
The years after that had been rough ones, and our relationship went through a lot of ups and downs. One problem that always vexed me was how much Charlotte looked like her mother. They both had bright blue eyes, pale skin, and a cascade of beautiful, golden-blonde hair. The main way that they differed was in the chest area; her mother had been slim and slight up top, but Charlotte had developed a massive set of breasts that went well with her wide, curved hips.
As she grew into her 34DDs, I found myself staring at her breasts and cleavage more and more often. I would get caught doing this more often than not, and thankfully Charlotte never made a big deal out of it. Usually she would just gently chide me with a smile. "Now Daddy, it's impolite to stare," she would say, while wagging a finger or exaggeratedly turning away from me. I always felt a little embarrassed about these incidents, but not so embarrassed that they still didn't happen every once in a while.
The thought of Charlotte's breasts had cooled my anger a bit, and so I turned away from the photo and resumed my search. A few minutes later, I found the player next to her dirty laundry, clipped to the strap of one of her sports bra. As I leaned down to pick it up I caught the smell of my daughter's sweat from the pile, as well as something else.
A lacy pink pair of her panties were sitting at the top of the heap, and I could tell that was where the scent was coming from. Now, I've never really had a panty fetish. I was always much more interested in what lay beneath them. But I loved the sweet smell of pussy, and there was nothing like a pair of honey-soaked panties, sopping-wet cotton briefs, or a slick, glistening thong to get an incredible jolt of that rich, heady aroma. The scandalous thought that the smell of this pussy belonged to my stepdaughter added a dangerous tinge of the forbidden to it, making it even more exciting.
I lingered there a few minutes longer, enjoying the smell as I stood in her room. I rationalized my dalliance by telling myself that I was looking for drugs or alcohol, anything that she shouldn't have in her room. I had finally given up and was about to turn and leave when I noticed that the drawer of her nightstand was cracked open, and I caught a glimpse of something pink.
Curious, I leaned over and carefully drew the drawer open. My eyes popped open in surprise as I saw what lay inside: The pink was a translucent motorized vibrator, lying atop a half-dozen assorted sex toys. It was a layer of vibrators, dildos and butt plugs, and beneath them was a pile of pornographic magazines. Recognizing one, I reached down and pulled out a copy of a magazine that I thought I had lost years ago. The magazines and DVDs covered a wide variety of kinks and fetishes. Straight, gay, lesbian, interracial... It seemed that Charlotte was curious about anything and everything.
Our house had surveillance cameras, and most of them were hidden. I had installed the system myself years ago, rather than contracting it to a private security firm. The cameras were integrated into the house's network, and it was during one of my routine scans of the footage a few months ago that I discovered that Charlotte had taken on a new hobby: Sunbathing nude by the pool.
She would lay out by the pool in the nude for hours. Moreover, she would usually end these sunbathing sessions by masturbating. The first time I saw this, I stared, fascinated, watching as my nubile young daughter pleasured herself. I went back and checked older footage and quickly figured out her routine, and took it upon myself to watch all the times she had been out there.
Many times she masturbated both at the beginning and end of a session. Usually she used only her fingers, and her hands would disappear into a blur between her legs as she brought herself to an orgasm. Often she used something that came easily to hand like the end of a hairbrush, or one of the toys that now lay before me. When she climaxed, she would scream, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure rode through her, her massive tits jiggling as the explosion wracked her body.
I felt guilty about this, of course. Only a little about the spying; she could hardly expect complete privacy while sunbathing nude in the house while I was there, now could she? But the thought of watching my stepdaughter doing this... It was made easier by how much she reminded me of her mother. Watching her pleasure myself, I could think the dirtiest thoughts possible, simply imagining my late wife in her stead. I would sit back and watch, my cock in my hand, stroking myself as I watched her fuck herself with her fingers. I was soon able to read her body language through the camera well enough to tell when she was about to climax, and I could then pace myself to climax at the same time Charlotte did...
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