This is fiction, a fantasy. Author, all characters and intended people are 18+. Intended for an adult audience. Story may contain taboo and offensive themes and/or content. Story feedback, criticism, and ideas are welcome.
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Hey, Son.
So, it’s been a few days since I last posted and you have barely said a word to me. And you’re spending more time up in your room. As your Mom, I’m quite concerned. What are you doing up there all the time?
Never mind. I know exactly what you’re doing. Since my last post, you’ve thought about me non-stop, haven’t you? And that was a few days ago. You like thinking about me, don’t you, son? You’ve come back for more, to see where my words will take you.
Why didn’t you come talk to me? Let me guess… You’re building up the courage? I’m flattered that you chose to wait until my next post. You can’t get enough of me, can you? You enjoy fantasising about me, don’t you? In your head, we’re not just mother and son, we’re lovers, fuck buddies.
That’s why you read my stories, isn’t it? You want me so much. You crave me, my body. But you can’t have me, or so you believe. You impatiently wait for me to post my next story, because while you can’t have me, you still can’t get enough of me.
Even when you’re doing something innocent such as playing games and going to the store, your fantasies about me creep into your thoughts.
And once that happens, you can’t help yourself, can you? You have to jerk off. Your pants can’t come off quick enough. I bet it feels so good too. You’re lying there on your bed, thinking about the woman of your dreams, dreaming about her, fantasising about her. And that woman being me, your mother, is only a few feet away from you.
So, go ahead. Stroke your dick for me, my dear son. Are you lying on your bed? Are you naked? Fully naked? If not, take your clothes off, all of them.
Now, put the phone down for a second and go and open your bedroom door. Yes, you read that properly. Open it! All the way. And keep stroking while you do it, you only need one hand anyway.
It’s so thrilling isn’t it – the risk of getting caught? Now, lie back down on your bed and stroke that dick for Mommy. Make sure you have a tight grip. Because that’s how tight my warm, wet pussy will feel.
Are you picturing me now, walking up the stairs? Imagine me doing that for a moment. Remember, your door is open. I can see you as I come up the stairs. I can see you with your phone in one hand and your dick in the other. What do I do next?
Do you fantasise about me walking in on you? You do, don’t you? You wish I’d just burst in when you’re watching your Mommy porn videos, or, when you were younger, reading the Taboo Milf magazines. Yeah, I know about those!
Do I walk into your room, pretending to be shocked, but still impressed by the size of your throbbing dick? I bet you’re imagining me taking off my clothes as I approach the end of your bed. And just like you did, I take all of them off. Do you always imagine your mother naked, son?
Then I crawl onto your bed. As I move towards you, hypnotising you with my swaying tits, I stick out my tongue and slowly lick the stream of precum making its way down your shaft.
I follow it up with some kisses on your balls, making my way up to the head, all the while your dick twitches and you tense as you show a lot of restraint to prevent you from cumming too soon.
I then swirl my tongue around the edge of the head. And that – a feeling that you would love to experience in reality – just makes you stroke your cock even faster. You lean back in pleasure as your imagination now comes to life – your mother has her lips all over your cock.
How does that feel? I used to kiss you goodnight with those lips. I used to kiss you goodbye whenever you went over to your friends, or to school. Now those lips are moving up and down your shaft, making your dick all wet so you can put it into my pussy.
What am I doing now, son? Close your eyes and think for a second. What do you want me to do to you?
See, I know what you really want from me. I’m your mother, I know these things. But I tease you a little. I stop sucking your cock. Just as well, you were just about to explode all over my face.
Then I kiss you on your torso, then move up to your chest. I kiss your nipples. Then I lick them, suck on them. It feels good, doesn’t it? That’s how Mommy feels when you suck on her tits.
I make my way up, kissing you on your chest, your neck, your cheeks and then your lips. You can barely handle my affectionate touch, can you? I bet I don’t even have to touch you to get you to cum. I could just look at you, seductively, and then your cock will erupt whether you stroke yourself or not.
Actually, have you cum already or are you waiting for me to fuck you, son?
Well, you better hurry up because in this fantasy of yours, I’m putting your throbbing, hard dick into my pussy right now. Does it feel different to last time? Am I wetter? Warmer? Because your cock certainly feels harder, bigger even. You must be so turned on right now, by your mother, too.
Are you already imagining me rocking back and forth? Are you letting me do all the work or are you trying your best to thrust into me, pumping me with your hard dick?
Do you reach around and grab my ass, or my tits? You squeeze them, don’t you? Do you want to know what my tits and ass feel like in real life?
You better be close to cumming, son. Your sister will be home any second now.
Oh! Did your cock just twitch at me mentioning your sister? You’re such a naughty boy.
Just remember, you’re Mommy’s naughty little boy, not your sisters. Well, not yet anyway.
Are you close to cumming? Come on, Sweetie. I asked you to open your door for a reason. Mommy wants to hear your grunts and groans as you furiously jerk off to her.
Come on, baby. Cum for Mommy, just like last time. Mommy wants to hear the movements you make.
Cum for Mommy. Now, Sweetie. Your sister is coming home any second and she’ll walk straight up the stairs and catch you. Cum for me, son, you naughty fucking boy. Cum inside me if you’re still thinking about me fucking you.
That’s it, Sweetie. Put the phone down for a moment and let it all out. Keep stroking to get every drop.
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Did you cum for Mommy? That’s my good boy. Did you get it all out? Every last drop?
Oh, crap! Quick, clean up… and close your door. I can hear your sister’s car outside.
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So, did you get that all out of your system? Or, do you want me even more now? If I can turn you on with my words, can you imagine how turned on you’ll be if I was to have sex with you in real life?
Have you built up the courage to talk to me yet? Or is it that the closer you get, the guiltier you feel, the more ashamed you are? You’re going to have to decide to talk to me at some point, even just for normal things. You can’t stay in your room forever.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nui22c/hey_son_i_know_you_read_my_stories_part_2