You’ve always hated engagement parties. The pretension of an entire room of people pretending that they genuinely care about the happiness of the couple. The newly engaged couple, giddily in love and who probably wouldn’t notice if half the room just vanished. Making idle conversation with people you will likely never see again in your life. What a chore. The only silver lining is the free flow of champagne, which you have chosen to partake of in liberal amounts.
You stand around, making small talk with the other guests, and admiring the ostentatiously decorated home, when the hostess sashays to you and flashes you her award-winning smile, which always makes your heart soar. It makes certain other parts of you rise, as well, and you try to bury the unbidden mental images of what those perfect crimson lips would look like wrapped around your dick. Her plunging neckline accentuates the curvature of her breasts invitingly, with a promise of fun for any man lucky enough to roam the hills and valley.
“Hey, wanna take a walk?” The buxxom hostess takes you by the elbow, ushering you along before you have the chance to reply. The two of you walk down an endless corridor in silence, just enjoying the moment and each other’s company. Finally, she stops outside a door, and turns to face you. You see a familiar sparkle in her eyes; that devilish mixture of determination and mischief.
“I’ve always wanted to reward you. You’ve always been my favourite. God knows you deserve it.” She leans in close, her voice husky. You sneak a peek down her blouse and feel your dick straining against the fabric of your pants as you catch a glimpse of her deliciously round and ripe tits. She’s not wearing a bra. Of course.
You try to say something, but words escape you. She opens the door and leads you into a lavishly furnished bedroom, a framed photograph of her and her fiancee mounted on the wall above the luxurious looking bed. She gently pushes you so that you fall backwards onto the bed, swiftly unbuckling your pants and yanking them to your ankles.
“We…we shouldn’t be-” You attempt to protest, but she firmly presses one finger to your lips, silencing you. She then sinks to her knees and engulfs your hard cock with the welcome embrace of her soft, warm tits, and you moan out loud as your mother uses her deliciously large breasts to give you the best titjob you’ve ever felt…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bhafn9/fm_of_forbidden_romances_and_missed_opportunities
Very sensually written. The siren call of the forbidden.