Hey, Son. I know you read my stories! – [MF][M/s][incest][mom son][mommy]

Author, all characters and intended people are 18+. Intended for an adult audience. Story feedback, criticism, and ideas are welcome.

Words: <1000

A little experimental piece I wrote. Let me know what you think.

Enjoy!

Hey Son,

Yeah! I know it’s you. I know you read my stories that I post.

Don’t freak out. It’s okay. I want you to read them. I want you to read this. You’re probably a little alarmed right now – your heart is beating, and your dick, twitching as it grows.

You’re probably wondering how I know you read them. Well. First of all, my bedroom is right beside yours. I can hear everything you do. I can hear when you lie down on your bed and when you jerk off. I can hear the TV shows you watch… and the porn. I’m guessing you have a thing for older women considering how much ‘Mommy’ porn you watch.

I also noticed that whenever I post one of my stories, you rush up to your room. It’s so obvious. When I click the post button on Reddit, within five minutes you’re up in your room, if you’re not there already, and you’re jerking your cock as you read.

I know you stroke your cock, gently at first. You like the build-up. Are you stroking your cock now? You should be, I wrote this especially for you. Are you lying naked on your bed or could you even wait that long? Are you sitting on your chair with your pants around your ankles?

Are you reading this in my voice? Am I speaking in my regular motherly voice or do I sound more sultry, seductive? Are you imagining me right there with you, whispering in your ear as I touch you, touch your hard cock that you have for me, your mother?

Are you still stroking your cock for me, son? How fast? I bet you wish it was my hands wrapped around your shaft. Could you even handle my soft, gentle, motherly touch?

What are we doing in your fantasies? Am I giving you a blowjob? Sliding my wet, luscious lips up and down your dick. Am I shoving my tits in your face, suffocating you as I press my nipples against your mouth? I know you look at my big tits, every chance that you get. I might even show you them someday.

Are you thrusting your hard cock in and out of my warm, tight pussy? Are you imagining how that feels, to be inside your mother, of all people?

Ah! Yes. I can hear you now. I can hear the bed creaking with every stroke. I can hear your occasional moan. Do I turn you on that much? I mean, I’m your mother? Do sons typically want to fuck their mothers, or is it just you?

Are you even still reading this or are you imagining me naked as you stroke your cock furiously, closing your eyes as you dream of fucking your Mom?

How do I look naked, son? Do you like my firm, round ass? Or are you more of a boobs guy? Do you even know how big my tits really are? Or what about my pussy? What if I told you I shaved? If I asked you to eat my pussy, would you?

What would you do if I came into your room, right now? Would you “Cum for Mommy” – I know you love hearing that. I know you love reading it too. Would you keep stroking? Would you ask me to fuck you? What would I say?

How many times have you “Cum for Mommy”; I bet you’ve been dreaming about me, even before I started writing stories. How long have you dreamt about me? Wanted to see me naked? Fucked me in my bed… or in yours?

Have you cum yet? Come on, son. You don’t need a full story to cum for Mommy. Just imagine me, your Mommy, naked in your bed, bouncing up and down on your dick as you squeeze my big tits. Imagine I’m moaning, screaming FUCK ME, SON and CUM FOR MOMMY.

Stop reading for a moment and just CUM FOR MOMMY. Cum for me. Now! Mommy wants you to cum for her. I’ll do anything to make you cum. Anything! Imagine me doing anything to you, with you. Just cum for me, son.

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Done? Good boy.

How do you feel now? Good? Relieved? Guilty?

Now that I know you read my stories, how are you going to behave around me? Will you talk with me about it? Think about that. Because doing that will mean you will be admitting out loud you fantasise about me, your mother? Are you willing to do that? What if someone finds out? Or your sister hears?

Have you fantasised about your sister too? Or better yet… fantasised about me with your sister?

What if I call you Sweetie from now on? Will you instantly get hard? What about the next time you come down for something to eat? Will you act all shy and go all red in the face? Will you even be able to look me in the eye from now on? How will you respond if I brush up against you and you can’t do a thing because your sister walks into the room?

See what I can do now that I know you’re deepest, darkest fantasies? And the best part about it is that you can’t tell anyone. You can’t tell a soul.

Maybe you want to experience me more than just through my stories. What if I was to bring your fantasies to life? All you have to do is ask? Are you that daring? Are you worried I might refuse?

How do you decide? Is it worth the risk?

Just some food for thought.

Oh, when your finished reading this, come and find me. I need your help with something.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nmy7wr/hey_son_i_know_you_read_my_stories_mfmsincestmom

2 comments on “Hey, Son. I know you read my stories! – [MF][M/s][incest][mom son][mommy]

  1. This was an awesome story, you definitely need to keep writing more, maybe a CEO with a mistress or secretary story? Up to you but great job on this piece!

  2. Very
    imaginative. I enjoyed your story a lot.
    Using another name,
    of course, I have written mother-son incest porn on another, all-fiction,
    website. I have intentionally used our real names for the characters. I love
    imagining the fiction is fact, and that I am well-serviced by my teenager.
    But in a dirty
    corner of my brain I want him to read one and imagine it is
    our family. It’s a stretch – the world is full of Allisons and Kevins. My real
    impediment is I have no clue how to point him to a porn story. I want him to
    read it but NOT know I wrote it, at least not yet. Any suggestions? While we
    all have our phones and use them too much, there are 3 shared tablet or laptops
    in the family. I could stop wiping my browser history I guess.
     

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