Literotic asexstories – Addicted To My Son's Cock by Smutlvrr,Smutlvrr
As I looked at the novels section of Life Stores, I heard a whistle and I looked up. It was Daniella and her twin sister, Danielle. Daniella was what one would call the biggest cunt in the world. She had a nasty mouth.
“This looks really good,” Danielle whispered.
“I bet it IS good. I could rub my cunt to this,” It was typical of Daniella to do anything but be quiet about her sexual life. I cringed and made to walk away slowly. I didn’t want to be seen. She would probably say something crude. I was almost at the end of the aisle —
“Ms Leonard,” Daniella’s voice came in a sing-song manner. I was going to ignore her and she called me again,in the loudest manner. I sighed and turned to her.
“Hello, Danielle,” I said, turning my attention to the red faced twin. She nodded and muttered a greeting.
“Hello Ms Leonard,” Daniella said slowly, walking towards me. I raised a brow.
“Hello Daniella, how may I help you?” I asked.
“Oh. You know, nothing. I just decided to greet you.” Now here’s the thing, Daniella was tall. Very tall when compared to my 5′-1″ frame. She leaned down and I could hear the condescending tone in her voice.
“You’ve greeted me,” I said, turning away. She caught me and held me in place,gently and firmly. I scowled at her and pulled my arm out of her grip.
“No,I haven’t actually. Would you like to know what I will be doing tonight?”
No. I really won’t like to know.
She went on immediately she asked the question.
“I will finally have your son’s fat cock stuffed in my cunt. I would love to have that beauty cock in me. I worked hard for it, you know. I had to go through a lot and I intend to take vengeance on his dick.” I cringed as she straightened and just like that she was gone.
As I drove home, I kept hearing Daniella’s voice ringing in my head. What did she mean by working hard? I thought about hearing something about how “hard to get” my son’s dick was. I had waved it away as gossip. It seemed like every woman in town was talking about his dick.
Was it really that good? Was it really that big?
No. A mother shouldn’t have such thoughts about their child. As I revved up the engine,I thought about my ex husband. His cock was big,sex with him had been marvelous. I had had a few flings after the divorce but nothing could compare to my ex husband so I had stuck to my horse dildo. But I craved real dick.
Surely, Miles was his father’s son…he could be endowed in that area,right? It wouldn’t be a big deal if she…got a little bit of it, right? Besides,what exactly was wrong with incest? It’s not exactly wrong,right?
The thoughts filled my head and I almost hit a car. I slammed my brake hard and breathed in. The driver next to me rolled his window down and swore at me. I shook my head and began driving again.
When I arrived home,I put the things I bought on the table and yawned. I rubbed my eyes and went upstairs. As I got to the top of the stairs, I heard a grunt. I stopped and there it was again. A grunt and a low groan.
Miles?
I walked to his door slowly and put my ear at the door. It was slightly opened and I pushed it and peaked it. Miles was on the ground,his head thrown back. I barely held the gasp that threatened to escape my mouth.
I should leave.
Right?
But God,as I stood behind him, watching the back of his head and as I listened to the grunt that escaped his mouth,I was getting wet. I should be ashamed. I couldn’t believe it. I was watching my son…
I walked to him,slowly, careful to not get caught. What if he freaked out? I couldn’t stop myself,I walked until I was close to him. I looked down and I let out a gasp. What I saw knocked the breath out of me. There was a picture of me in a bikini…
No,that wasn’t what surprised me. It was his cock. It was such a fat, beautiful thing. The head was red and bulbous and I almost moaned at the sight of his hand sliding down the thick length.
“Mom…” his voice came in a low moan and it sent shivers down my spine. I bent down and sat behind him, opening my legs so his back touched my chest.
“Here,let mommy help you,” I said against his neck and smiled as he shivered. I was going to do it. I was going to touch my son’s cock. I could possibly have it in me today. Right? It was so exciting. I gripped the veiny,fat thing and I felt shivers run down my spine. It was such a perfect feeling. It felt natural.
Miles let out a groan and twitched in my hand as I pumped slowly. I could barely fit it in my hand. He was his father’s son.
“This is so naughty.” I said softly against his neck and relished the feeling of this fat young rod in my hand. I pumped slowly,then I rubbed his cock head. It looked so red and angry and I realized fast enough that it was very sensitive. I brought out my left hand and began rubbing his balls as one hand fisted his cock.
“Faster…please…” he sounded so far and pleased and…desperate. I obliged. I went faster and his groans turned into moans. I whispered sweet nothings.
“God, you feel so fucking good in my hands.”
“Your cock is so fat, baby.”
Four hours ago, I would have been immolated by my embarrassment, but here I was, pumping my son’s cock and I loved it.
As I felt him twitch and the ropes of thick cum came out of that beautiful cock, I realized one thing.
I was obsessed with my son’s fat cock and I loved how good I made him feel.
