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Mother Son Incest Novels

Title:  Age of Consent

Series:  N/A

Author: Baron LeSade

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Publisher:  Lots Cave

Language: English

Length:  78,411 Words

ISBN:  LC1000087

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Age of Consent


Opening the back door, I crept inside with Damon following right behind me. Being careful not to make any more noise than necessary, we tiptoed over to the living room door and peeked in. She wasn’t there, I grinned as I turned and motioned for Damon to follow me. Slinking over to the laundry-room door, I pushed it open and slowly shuffled over to the hamper sitting in the corner. Taking another quick look around, I quickly lifted the hamper lid and looked inside.

As luck, or misfortune depending on your point of view would have it, there, sitting on the top of the pile of clothes was a pair of my mom’s sheer red panties and a lacy brassiere. With a conspiratory look over at Damon and another stealthy look over to the door, I reached down and picked up the bra.

Grinning, I lifted it up to my chest and pretended to be wearing it.

“Your mom sure has big tits,” Damon whispered as he watched me holding the bra up to my chest.

“Yeah, 36Cs,” I grinned, showing the tag on the bra and then dropping my arm down to my side. Holding the bra in one hand, I reached back into the hamper with my other hand. Then I pulled a pair my mom’s panties out. They were red and just as sheer as Damon’s mom’s panties.

Lifting the silky wisp of cloth up to my nose, I sniffed their crotch. Now I’d played doctor with Amy, my next door neighbor and knew what pussy smelled like and mom’s panties had that distinct fragrance on them. A smell that once you’ve smelled it you would never forget it. You would always know what it was. PUSSY—

“Smell—” I whispered, holding the panties under Damon’s nose.

Then just as Damon sniffed the panties, I heard my mom’s voice booming from the doorway.

“Just what in the hell do you two morons think you’re doing?” I heard her screech.

I nearly shit my pants right there on the spot as I jerked around to face her, dropping her panties and bra down onto the floor in front of us as I did. I’d never been so scared in my whole life as I stared at my mother in open-mouthed shock.

She was standing in the doorway with her long legs spread apart and her fisted hands resting on her hips, angrily glaring at us as we stood quaking in our shoes.

“Uh, I, uh, uh, we, we were, uh... “ I mumbled, but my reeling brain couldn’t come up with an excuse for what she had caught us doing.

“Why were you smelling my panties?” she irately inquired, her angry, green eyes boring right through me.

I couldn’t speak. There was nothing I could say that would get us out of this mess. We were two moronic imbeciles who had foolishly ventured out of the realm of the kid and blundered into the adult kingdom. Now we were caught! Caught and being held by one of the most powerful of all adults in the kingdom. A MOM!

“Well, are you going to tell me why you were smelling my panties or not?” she asked again.

I knew that my face was bright enough to read by as I nervously glanced over at Damon and saw that his face was the color of cooked beets.

“Uh, I, I don’t know, uh, Mom,” I muttered looking back over at my mother and wishing there was a hole I could crawl in and hide myself.

“Well, can you tell me then, Damon?” my mother asked, shifting her attention over to my quaking friend. “Can you tell me why you and Billy were smelling my panties?”

“No—no, Ma’am,” Damon choked out, gulping and looking just like the cat that had just swallowed the canary.



Six Baron LeSade stories exclusive with Lot's Cave featuring mothers whose sexual drive has been denied a proper outlet by uncaring and selfish husbands. These wives need much more than just material things—they require physical love. But the die has been cast, and when the frustrated and lonely wives see an outlet for their needs and pent-up sexuality, they grab it. The fact that this outlet is their own sons makes their stories all the more shocking.

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eBook TAGS    Mother Son Incest, Mom Son Sex, Cuckolded Dad, Forbidden Oedipal Love, Taboo Romance

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