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Mother Son Incest & Romance Novels

Title:  Moms

Series:  N/A

Author: Baron LeSade

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Publisher:  Baron LeSade

Language: English

Length:  37,454 Words

ISBN:  9781311972972

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3D Ebook Cover - Mom's, by Baron LeSade



There was something different about tonight, she tipsily thought as she felt Michael’s hand slip up under her skirt. She couldn’t really put her finger on it, but there was just something different.

Usually she could control Michael and make him behave, but tonight he seemed more insistent, more demanding. She and Mike had done some heavy, heavy petting, but she hadn’t let it progress beyond the "oral" phase. She’d let Mike come in her mouth and she’d let him lick her to an orgasm, but even though Mike had been insistent, they’d always stopped there.

But tonight was different, she told herself again.

"Come on, Baby...just once," she heard Mike whisper in her ear as his fingers made their way under the stretchy waistband of her panties. That was odd, she told herself. She’d never heard him use the word "Baby" with her before. It was always "Honey" or "Hon."

What had gotten into him? Uh-oh, she woozily thought. What has gotten into me, she asked herself as she felt Mike’s finger slowly push into her pussy?

She’d never let him put his finger inside her before. Now he would know.

"Mike—" she whispered, reaching down and trying to push his hand away, but Mike was too strong.

"Come on, Honey, please..." Mike begged, slowly sliding his finger in and out of her pussy as he nibbled on her ear. Then he found her clit with his thumb. "Don’t you want to do it, too?" he mumbled, rubbing his thumb back and forth across her clit. "You’re not a virgin—"

Then Mike grabbed hold of her hand with his and shoved it against his rock-hard cock.

"Mike—" Jennifer fussed trying to pull her hand away then came to the realization that her hand was touching bare skin. He had his cock out of his pants! How did he do that, she frantically wondered? But there was no doubting it as she felt his hard, hot cock pressed against her hand.

What would it feel like inside her, she woozily wondered? It was big. She’d found that out when she’d given him the first blow job. He’d said eight inches when she’d asked him. And now, it somehow even seemed bigger, harder, more intimidating.

"Touch it...touch me..." he groaned, pressing her hand against his cock harder.

What could it hurt, she asked herself? Just once. She was tired of being a virgin anyway. Well, technically, she was a virgin. But her hymen? Cheerleader practice had taken care of that. And besides, all the other girls do it...don’t they? If the way they talked about it was any indication, then yes, they all did it.

Tentatively, Jennifer turned her hand and gently wrapped it around the big slab of cock-meat. She was afraid. It felt so big. Would it even fit inside her little pussy?

"Yeah, Baby, like that," Mike told her, letting go of her hand and pushing his probing fingers back down inside her pussy. "Don’t you want to feel it in here?" he mumbled, sliding his fingers in and out of the wet, slippery opening of her pussy. Then she felt him push another finger into her.

"I don’t know...I’m afraid," Jennifer whimpered, squeezing his cock and slowly working her hand up and down the monstrosity. "It’s so big—"

"But you’re not a virgin?" he whispered into her ear as he slowly stroked his fingers in and out of her.

What should she tell him? Yes, she was a virgin? A virgin, but she no longer had her hymen? Would he believe her...or would he think she was lying?

"Yes, I am," she mumbled. "But I broke my cherry at cheerleader practice."

"Really?" he asked her.

"Yes, really—" she defiantly whispered. "I’ve never done it with, with a, a, anyone else."

It was crazy. Why were they arguing about her being a virgin...or not? She wanted the first time to be gentle and loving, but Mike was being a little rougher than she wanted.  

Then Mike pulled his fingers back out of her and struggled up onto his knees beside her. What was he doing? She hadn’t said yes. But she hadn’t said no, either, she frantically thought.

The crickets and katydids were accompanying Madonna on the car radio as Jennifer heard her sing," Let your body go with the flow, go with the flow, you know you can do it—"

Was that a sign, Jennifer wondered? Was that the gods telling her that it was okay? Or was it just Madonna singing? "Come on, vogue, let your body groove to the music, move to the music, hey, hey, hey, come on, vogue, let your body go with the flow, go with the flow, you know you can do it," Madonna answered her back.

It was all so confusing. Then she felt Mike’s hands slip up under her skirt and dig down under the waistband of her drenched panties. Why was she so wet? Because she wanted it, too. That's why she was leaking like a broken water main. She wanted it but just didn't want to admit it to Mike. But her body knew—

Before she could say anything else, she felt her panties being tugged down her legs as the warm night air brushed across her wet, naked pussy.

"You want me to eat you first?" Mike asked her as she lay looking up at his silhouette outlined by the glow of the moon.

"Yes..." Jennifer whispered. That would give her time to think. Time to decide what to do and if it came to that, it would relax her.

Mike didn’t have to be told twice as he roughly shoved her long legs apart and dove down between them. Jennifer gasped when his tongue touched her, and then whimpered as his lips followed to kiss her swollen clit and suck at her gorged, wet folds. Then before she even had a chance to think, she could feel Mike’s long, hot tongue swirling all over her sex. This wasn’t like any other time. Again, it was different. Mike had always been tentative and gentle, but tonight he was different. Then his tongue found her clit again, lashing back and forth across it with a vengeance.

"Oh, Mikey—" Jennifer cooed, rolling her hips and rubbing herself against Mike’s demanding, insistent tongue and lips. Why was she so sensitive tonight? She'd never been this sensitive, so sensitive, Mike's tongue felt like sandpaper as he lashed it back and forth across her clit. Why was she so sensitive? Was it the fact she knew that he was going to fuck her when he was finished licking her? Or was it the difference, she felt? It was almost like he was someone else. It was that different. But no, she told herself. He was Mike! Only a more confident, self-assured Mike. Maybe the fact she had conceded to having sex with him had given him that confidence, that swagger, that bravado.

There would be time enough to think about that later, she giddily thought, reaching down and running her fingers through his damp hair. He was really getting into it too, as he was already starting to sweat. As he licked and lapped at her clit, Mike had his hands clawed around her breasts, groping and pawing them through her blouse. Reaching down, Jennifer pushed his hands aside and pulled her blouse up above her big tits. Lucky I wore my front-opening bra she told herself as she dug her fingers down between her breasts and unfastened the clasp that held the bra together. As she did, the big cups flew apart and her tits came tumbling out into the open only to be immediately attacked my Mike’s groping hands.

Reaching down, Jennifer held his head with her hands guiding his lips to just the right spot as he ate her with wild abandon. Thankful for the darkness, Jennifer moaned out her appreciation with her eyes squeezed shut, shaking and quivering as he assaulted her pussy with his lips and tongue. She had begun to cry out softly when his mouth left her, making her whimper in protest.

"Don’t go—don’t stop—" she whimpered.



Watching her best friend saunter back out into the kitchen, Jennifer noted that Amy hadn’t seemed to have changed hardly at all in the twenty or so years they’d known each other. She still had the same hourglass figure she’d had back when she was a teenager. Unlike me, Jennifer complained, looking down at herself. I’ve put on a few pounds since back then. Not so many that I’d be called fat, but yes, I could stand to lose a couple of pounds, she told herself, fidgeting around to try and hide the extra pounds from her svelte, willowy friend.

eBook TAGS    Mother Son Incest, Aunt Nephew Sex, Family Exotica Saga, Family Exotica


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