Chapter 1: Introduction
One hand hovers over my cunt as I race down a side street. Fuck, I’m late. I was supposed to be on time today to pikc my son up from school, but of course, I overlsleept. I had one too many glasses of wine the previous night and of course, I was up thinking about my little man. Well recently turned man, my son. He’s eighteen now, and Now he’s not so off limits. I’ve been waiting on this day for ages, and now that it’s finally here, I don’t feel so bad about it. I was to be bred by my son and I want him to put a baby inside of me. I hang another left. If it was up to me I’d blow through all of these red lights just so I could have a talk with my son. I don’t know if he’s on to me, but I haven’t exactly been discreet since he turned eighteen. My cottons horts have gotten shorter. My robe has fallen open one too many time as as I’ve left the bathroom to come into the bedroom. ANd well, I’m horny for my son’s cock. I haven’t seen it since he was a baby, but now? I bet it’s big and thick and ready for me. He’s eighteen. And even though we can’t exactly get married, I’m going to have to deal with the next best thing, which is having his cock stretched deep inside me.
I rubbed my clit in little s circles as I pulled up to the school. I didn’t give a fuck. Myd ress was long enoguh to hide it, and if someone questioned me, I was prepared to act like I dropped something. I was eager, and I wanted to get my son’s cock, right in the back of my SUV. I couldn’t wait any longer, especially now that he was eighteen.
“Fuck… come on…” i hissed, but I didn’t know if that was just me egging on my own orgasm. I parked the car int he car ridger line as I settled there behind a jeep. I c shut my eyes momentarily, thouinking about how good my son’s cock would feel filling up my cunt. We had to keep it a secret from his father and his other siblings. WHat would my other son’s think when my belly was growing bigger and bigger with my son’s seed? What if-
“Mom, are you doing what I think you’re doing?”
Elliot got into the car and tossed i his back pack intot he back seat. His mouth fell slack as his eyes traveled to my cunt that was exposes, my dress pulled to the side as my siticky fingers spread my pussy lips.
I watched as my son’s cock grew inside his khaki pants, and I couldn’t stop myself from continuing to chase my orgasm.
“Mom-” He started, but I grabbed his hand.
“You’ve seen a pussy, right baby?” I panted as I placed his hand on my cunt.
He nodded, as if he was c trying to tes the waters and finger out what was happening. His hand was hot, his fingers long, and I could feel the roughness of his calluses against my smooth, wet skin. I let out a low moan, my hips jerking as he tentatively touched my clit.
"Mom, we can't do this," he said, but there was no conviction in his voice. His cock was throbbing in his pants, and I could see the sweat on his brow. He was turned on, and I knew he wanted this as much as I did.
"Why not?" I asked, my voice a sultry whisper. "We're both adults now. And I know you want mommy's cunt. You're hard, baby.
I can see it. Feel it." I shifted slightly, allowing his fingers to slip inside me. He groaned, his eyes locked onto mine. "Mom, I'm really hard."
Elliot admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. His fingers were moving inside me now, exploring my depths with a tentative yet eager touch. I moaned, my head falling back against the headrest, my eyes closed.
"Good boy," I purred, reaching out to cup his cock through his pants. It was as hard as I'd imagined, throbbing under my touch. I could feel the heat of him, the desire radiating off him in waves. "Now, I want you to take your cock out, and I want you to fuck me with it."
Elliot hesitated, his fingers stilling inside me.
A horn honked in front of me.
Some impatient prick in a BMW. I flicked him off without looking, my eyes locked on Elliot's. He was frozen, his hand still inside me, his cock pulsing against my touch. I could see the war raging in his eyes, the battle between his desire and his conscience.
I leaned in, my voice low and urgent. "Come into the backseat with me. This traffic is atrocious."
I could feel the heat of Elliot's body as he hovered over me, his cock straining against his jeans. He was breathing heavily, his eyes scanning my face as if searching for an answer to a question he was too afraid to ask.
"Okay mom. Get in the backseat."
"Let's get out of these clothes. Show me what you've got, baby," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the hum of the engine and the distant honks of the traffic. I could see the heat rising in Elliot's cheeks, the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.
He nodded slowly, his hand slipping out of me as he unbuckled his seatbelt. I watched him, my heart pounding in my chest, as he slipped into the backseat, his body moving like a cat's, all lean muscle and fluid grace.
I followed him, my dress riding up my thighs, and I didn't bother to pull it down. Let him see what he was getting. Let him see what he wanted.
Elliot was already unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes locked onto mine. I could see the desire there, the hunger. It was like a physical thing, a force that pushed and pulled at us both. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry, and I reached out to touch him. His skin was hot under my fingers, his muscles taut and defined. He was a man now, all grown up. And he was mine.