Mom I've Got To Have Her - Ona Dare's Mother-Son Incest No3
Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
I'm newly divorced, free as a bird, but now have to contend with my son's advances. I'm sure its par for the course with teenaged boys, but the more he comes on to me, the weaker I become...until finally he's inside of me and I know there's no going back now. But I don't care. I don't want to go back. I want my son from now until I die.
“I want you, Mom,” I say as she tries to get away from me. “I want you. You’re going to be mine, and from now on you’ll make yourself available to me whenever I’m ready.”
“Stop! Stop, Graham! What is wrong with you?”
“Nothing. I’m just tired of panting after you and never getting anywhere.”
The more she struggles, the tighter my hold, and when I pick her up and head toward the steps to our bedrooms, she starts to scream…but I put my big hand over her mouth and just grin at her. “Shhh, baby. I won’t hurt you. Promise.”
I may not be an old and experienced man, but I can see that the look in her eyes is definitely not one of terror. There may be a hundred things flitting through her mind, but terror is not one of them. Not even disgust.
Now I’m carrying her like a sack of potatoes up the stairs and she’s beating on my back and yelling for me to let her go. Feeble attempts at most.
Lowering her off my shoulder, she’s ready to scream again so I kiss her mouth to shut her up. She breaks the kiss and faces away from me…and I throw her on her own bed, where I’m going to do the living hell out of her.
She’s lying there, thrashing about and exhausting herself. “Let me go!” she yells, as I’m trying to undress her. She doubles her efforts and I know it will only be moments before she’s too weak to continue fighting me. It’s what I do to my wrestling opponents. I exhaust them and then go in for the kill.
“Hush, woman! This is going to happen and there’s no stopping it! Now give up! Stop fighting me!”
But she’s strong. Stronger than I ever knew and she’s still fighting and trying to wiggle her way off the bed. I’ve got her pants off, her shirt off, and have unsnapped her bra. All that’s left is to lower my sweatpants and it’s over.
“Stop, son! Think about what you’re doing! My god!”
“I know. Isn’t it exciting?” I grin.
“We’ll never come back from this, Graham!”
“There’s no need to think like that, Mom. We don’t have to come back to anything after this. It’s all going to move forward. Now relax and open your thighs for me.”