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Old mom and son story
This is a short story i wrote about 10 years ago but recently came across. Its not my best work but thought i might as well post it as some of you may enjoy. Formatting is a little off but i think the paragraphs make sense still, any complaints and i can fix it.
Sara was lying on the couch lost in the gentle music playing on her sound system.The lights were dimmed and a scented candle was burning. She had been lying there for around a half hour, happy to be having some relaxing quality time after her bath without all the normal distractions of being a full time mom. She had had it easy the last couple of days as her husband had taken the girls on a trip to the coast leaving her alone with her son Jim. The family was like that, the girls much closer to their father and Sara much closer to her son. After Sara had had her bath she had begun to dry off and get dressed. However when she realised she was alone, as Jim was out with friends, she had stopped, put her bath robe back on and went downstairs to continue to bask in the peace and quite afforded her by the empty house. As she was lying there, totally content with her empty house, she found her hand moving around her body. It started by stroking the undersides of her breasts, which were very firm for a woman of thirty nine. Then caressing her nipples and lightly pinching herself. Her hand then began to move down her smooth stomach. A stomach that although not blessed with a perfect six pack was flat without any excess flab. She then found her hand massaging her upper thighs. Her thighs were by far her strongest asset. She had been a successful competitive cyclist in her youth. And although her thighs had gained some soft flesh her muscles were as strong as they ever had been. She had once had a very disparaging comment made about her rather ample legs, however a quick demonstration of their strength in the form of a powerful knee to the groin that lifted the loudmouth off the ground had been enough to silence all critics since. However she was sensitive about her thighs which made it all the more enjoyable that she could take pleasure from them now. She then began to stroke her womanhood, through her panties at first, then her fingers slipped into her cooch. She was nearing climax when she heard the front door open and some loud crashing from the hallway. She cursed quietly and did up her robe. She felt a strong sense of agitation at not being able to finish off. In stumbled Jim who had spent the previous few hours drinking beers in a friend's basement bedroom. She looked daggers at him. "You've been drinking" she said letting all her agitation come through in her voice. "So? What of it? I'm old enough" he retorted having had his 18th birthday only a few weeks ago. angered by his attitude but unable to think of a retort she threw herself back on the couch and lay back down.Her perfect evening having been thrown way off by Jim's drunken arrival. As she lay stewing in her annoyance she herd Jim come back from the kitchen with another bottle of beer. He then proceeded to turn on the sports on TV, effectively spoiling any last semblance of tranquility. He then made a move to sit down on the couch but found his mothers lower body in the way. "Move those fat legs of yours" he said drunkenly. Sara had had enough. She didn't show it though. She obliged him and let him sit down, but rather than swing her legs down and sit normally on the couch she just sat up a little and brought her knees toward her chest making room for her son. As he sat watching the TV in a slightly drunken haze she scooted up towards him and brought her face close to his. "Do you really think mommy has fat legs?"She asked him. Sensing something could be wrong he hesitated slightly before blurting "umm well I don't know I guess" she smiled slightly "why don't you feel them and see if you think this is muscle or fat?" She took his hand and slid it under her robe to her inner thighs then clenched to trap his hand. Jim was taken back. His mom was squeezing his hand between her naked, moist thighs and he found he could do nothing about it. "Mom what the hell are you doing?" "I'm showing you that no matter how much you drink you can't go around insulting people like you just did." Jim began to really struggle. "You're just going to make things worse by struggling." She said calmly. "Fuck you! Let me go!" Jim shouted. Having just sworn at his mother, Sara decided that Jim needed some real discipline. She reached out and to Jims shock and horror garbed his testicles through his thin shorts. She made sure she had them both in her hand then gave a firm squeeze. Jim let out a cry of pain. "I'm going to let your hand go." She said "and when I do, I want you to put your head down and put it where your hand was." Jim started to protest but every time he tried to his mothers fingers would tighten their grip on his balls. "OK OK" Jim sobbed "just let go of my balls" She let his hand go. He withdrew it but made no move toward her thighs. She squeezed tightly and started to grind his balls together. Jim let a loud cry of pain and reluctantly moved his face to his mothers waiting thighs. With her free hand she grabbed his hair and pulled him deep into the soft warm embrace of her thighs. She let go of her son's testicles so she could get into a better position. As she did so Jim sighed a huge sigh of relief. Little did he know his relief would be very short lived. It was pleasant at first. Her skin was silky smooth as her thighs held him in a soft fleshy and very warm embrace. Then things began to change for Jim. He felt her tensing her muscles. The trunks of soft flesh were starting to squeeze. At first it was not really uncomfortable but then locked her ankles. Jim instantly thought he was going to pass out from the power of his moms thighs clamped around his head. She then let up just enough to pull his face tight against her crotch. She straightened her legs and once again Jim thought his head was about to implode. He tried to scream but his mouth was pressed tightly into his moms panties. "This should teach you a lesson" She said but Jim herd nothing with two thick walls of flesh blocking off his ears. As Jim's mouth tried to scream she felt his lips move through her panties. The feeling of having him in her thighs was almost pure ecstasy. What the hell she thought. He won't remember anything in the morning anyway. With that she began to move her hips. Grinding her warm pussy into Jims face. She began gyrating her lower body more quickly and more violently, desperately trying to finish what she had started before she had been interrupted by her son. As she finally reached climax she gave one last mighty squeeze with her thighs then let her sons head drop to the sofa. He was stone cold unconscious. |
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Re: Old mom and son story
It may be 10 years old, but still a nice story!! You obviously had some talent from way back, and a good "vision" of the scene enough to describe it very well.
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