Mom and son_(2)
Mom and son_(2)
Sex Story Author: | Oedipus Dementia |
Sex Story Excerpt: | "But anyway, here is the deal, he and I have talked this problem over very seriously, and we have discussed |
Sex Story Category: | Incest |
Sex Story Tags: | Fiction, Incest |
When I was 32, I went through a very messy and expensive divorce and asked my parents if I could move back with them and share expenses. My mother was 53 and was (and still is) very attractive, dark hair with a touch of gray, womanly curves without being plump, and a pair of very nice round tits. My father was 60 at the time and had recently undergone prostate surgery and was still recovering from that and appreciated having the help around the house during his healing time. For several months this arrangement worked very well. They had their privacy and I had my freedom. But of course it was awkward to invite women over for the night, so my horniness began to build. I bought a TV and VCR for my room so I could watch porn and jack off but it wasn’t the same as actually fucking a nice hot pussy, of course. I then noticed that my parents seemed edgy and at odds with each other. My mother in particular seemed restless and crabby.
One Monday night, my father went out bowling, as was his custom, leaving my mother and I to relax around the house and watch TV. I was wearing flannel boxers and a t-shirt and she was wearing her bathrobe, having freshly showered. She was certainly attractive but not acting terribly sexy or seductive. Mom sat down next to me on the couch, sort of sighed and laid her head on my shoulder. Since we are a “touchy-feely” family this did not seem unusual at all.
“We need to talk about something very serious” she said after a while. “Okay” was all I said, knowing that she would proceed, as she was comfortable. “There are two problems growing in this house” she said. “First I know that since your divorce, your sex life must be almost nonexistent.” I nodded in agreement to this. “And secondly, since your dad’s operation, he has been unable to meet my sexual needs and it is frustrating both of us very much”.
“There is more than one way to ‘skin a cat’ you know” I chided.
“Well, your dad has never been very adventurous in bed, so “the cat” has been skinned only one way all these years” she joked back.
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