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Mother Son Incest & Romance Novels

Title:  The Prom

Series:  N/A

Author: Baron LeSade

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Publisher: Baron LeSade

Language: English

Length:  17,700 Words

ISBN:  9781311096050

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The Prom


Her little boy wasn't a baby anymore. Not that she would ever think of doing anything like that with Lance. He was her son—

Although the thought of being bedded by a handsome young stud Lance's age did make her wonder what it would be like?

Oh, stop it, she told herself, swinging her long legs out of the car and standing up. You are too old for that. Thirty-four. Thirty-four wasn't that old, she found herself thinking as she carefully made her way across the lawn on her high heels. And she still had her looks. Maybe her tits were a little saggy, but hell, as big as they were, why wouldn't they sag? Bigger than most, she smiled to herself. And didn't young men like them saggy? Well, some young men? Maybe they liked them saggy because they reminded them of their mom's tits? Did Lance like saggy tits? Stop it—Stop it—Stop it, she chastised herself. You're acting like an old fool, she counseled herself, tossing her purse on the little table by the door and stepping out of her high heels.

Lance had been having some work done on his car and Lulu wondered if he'd left it at the shop?

"Lance, are you home?" she hollered out and was met with the sound of silence.

Well, no Lance, she told herself, making her way across the living room and into the kitchen. What to fix for supper, she wondered as she studied the contents of the freezer. She didn't really feel like cooking. Pizza? Yeah, pizza. That sounds good.

After calling Dominos and finding it would be thirty minutes before it arrived, she padded down to her bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she quickly took off her blouse and neatly laid it out on the bed. Standing in front of her floor-length mirror, she reached around behind herself and unfastened her plain, functional Playtex brassiere. As the no-nonsense bra slid down her arms, her nice-sized tits spilled out into the open. Thirty-four Ds. Natural, big, thirty-four Ds, she smiled, wriggling her shoulders and feeling them tug at her chest as they rolled and swayed. She was proud of them as she tossed her bra on her blouse and cupped the bountiful globes of soft cushy flesh.

Why were her nipples so stiff and swollen she asked herself, brushing a fingertip across one and flinching? And so sensitive? What was going on? You're horny, Dufus, she laughed to herself. That was all it was. She just hadn't had any cock in a long time, she tried to convince herself, dropping her hands to her shirt and quickly shoving it down her long, shapely legs. As she did, she saw the damp stain spreading out from her seeping sex. Girl, you need some cock, she told herself, quickly skinning her damp panties down and off over her feet. Well, that's too bad, she complained, because there were no current offerings in the wind at the moment. Oh she could probably get laid if she wanted to, but it was too much of a hassle at the moment. I guess I'll just have to settle for a date with Mr. Vibe for the time being, she snickered, tickling the tip of her finger across her hyper-sensitive clit and flinching again. Yeah, that ought to take a whole fifteen seconds as primed as you are, she fretted, flouncing over to the door and swiping her house robe off the back of it.

As she wrapped the thin, red satin robe around her, she thought she heard the front door open and close.

"Mom? Where you at?" she heard Lance call out to her.

"I'm in my bedroom, Honey—" she hollered back, feeling a strange sense of self-consciousness wash over her. Why the fuck am I blushing? It's just Lance. But suddenly the image of Lance and the girl fucking she pictured earlier flashed across her mind's eye and she couldn't get it to go away. Then she felt a flush of heat burn out across her cheeks. Shaking her head, trying to clear it, she jerked the robe closed and pulled the belt around her waist. What was wrong with her? Nothing had ever happened to her like this before.



To Lulu's amazement, she felt a sudden warmth down between her legs. What? What was that all about? Well, it has been three months, she told herself. Hell, she was a woman, too. A young woman. Maybe she was his mother, but thinking about Lance doing that, well, it was sort of exciting. Her little boy wasn't a baby anymore. Not that she would ever think of doing anything like that with Lance. He was her son — although the thought of being bedded by a handsome young stud Lance's age did make her wonder what it would be like...

eBook TAGS    Mother Son Incest, Cougar MILF Sex, Turned-on by Son, Family Exotica, Forbidden Love, Taboo Activities


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