INICIAR SESIÓNAaron grunted in thanks as he fumbled for a mug in the kitchen. As he poured, Claire sauntered in wearing matching pajama bottoms and top. Tartan in print, but a couple sizes too big for her. She stood at the island of the kitchen, leaning against it as she watched her son."How you feeling'?" she asked as he blew on his steaming coffee.Aaron took a slurp. "Like my skull's in a vice.""Hung-over?""Feel's like it," he said taking a seat on a stool at the counter."Too bad you didn't get more of my genes. Never had one." Her chirpiness would validate that statement.Aaron glared at her. "Yeah, too bad." He eyed her morning wear. "Are those men's pajamas?"Claire looked down. "These? Yup."Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Why are you wearing men's pajamas?""Oh, I got into the habit of it when your father was around. I found them comforting."Aaron shrugged. "Too each his own, I guess.""Yeah," She said.They both held their places, neither looking at the other. Aaron blowing on his coffee, a
Claire raised an eyebrow, slightly unprepared. "Really?" she said briefly looking over her shoulder. "You like my ass?"Aaron nodded; cheeks flushing red. "Okay, yes, your ass. It's one of the best I've seen.""Really?" she said again. "I would have thought it would be my tits," She rolled her shoulders forward, pressing her breasts together.Aaron's cock throbbed as he stared at her, missing nothing. "Those... those are amazing too...""... But you like my ass better?" she finished for him.Aaron nodded. His eyes traveled back down, passing slowly over each button. They stopped at her black skirt, the skirt that concealed her moistening privates and her magnificent backside."You sure?" she asked while turning around. "This?" She asked as she leaned over slightly, presenting her firm, round backside to her son. The skirt's fabric clung more tightly to her shape than before, leaving little left to imagine as it struggled to contain her form. "This is what you like?"Aaron nodded, brea
Carefully, so as not to arouse her suspicion, he adjusted his legs to hide his arousal."Jesus, Aaron, I miss it," she continued unaware, "I hated it, and I miss it so damn much. All my muscles straining. My thighs, squeezing together as I squirmed in my chair. God it was so exhilarating! So naughty! So..." Her trembling lips shook with a sharp intake of air, reliving past passions as her inner thighs began to moisten.Suddenly, her eyes grew wide. "Oh God, Aaron." Her gaze shifted to her son. "Oh baby, I'm sorry. Jesus, I'm sorry. I kinda' lost control."Aaron just stared at her in amazement. "... It's... cool." He managed without blinking.They looked to each other, smiles softly growing at the corners of their mouths. Eyes began to sparkle, and then the laughter ensued. Deep, guttural fits gripped them both until their eyes watered and cheeks burned."Honey, I'm sorry," Claire finally managed. She held her forehead."No worries, Mom. It's fine," Aaron said. "I read your stories, re
Though they seldom ran into each other during Aaron's fiction frenzy, he began to secretly see her in a way he had never acknowledged. She was, in fact, a living, breathing woman, far more aware of her own sexuality and its' meaning, and at the same time, fragile and in need of companionship; the same type woman he had found himself searching for. He couldn't help but watch her, mostly through the corner of his eye, when she was around. He'd watch how she walked. He'd marvel that the way she moved, how she shifted, laughed, and spoke seemed new."Aaron," Claire said, washing the dishes after dinner. "You're staring at me again.""Sorry," he said as his face flushed bright red. He removed his glasses and wiped the lenses on his shirt. "I was just... never mind.""Mm-hmm." She didn't turn around as she placed one plate to dry and grabbed another. "Did you finish the book?""Oh, yeah. Couple weeks ago." He walked to the counter and refilled his empty wineglass."Really? You didn't say an
"I know Honey. It's just that I worry about you." He filled her glass, though her eyes were already glassy. "I mean you are a handsome man and I'm surprised they're not fighting each other just to get in your pants."Aaron's cheeks flushed crimson, "Jeez, Mom.""Oh. Sorry Hon. Was that too much?" She asked with a wide grin as she brushed her hair behind her ear, her own cheeks turning a shade to match."No, it's fine," he said. "Don't worry about it. I've heard you're much worse in your books."Her eyes narrowed. "You've heard?" Claire grabbed a throw pillow and swung it at her son. "You little shit! I was wondering why you never asked. You haven't read my stories?" She repeated her swing, bashing him over and over again."Mom! Ouch, Mom, quit it!" Aaron cried as she continued her assault."No! You haven't read my stories!" she said as she struck her son across his chest. This time Aaron snatched the pillow before she could pull it back."Of course I haven't. I can't read about dirty
A mother finds inspiration for her romance novels.Enjoy..****"Aaron, cum for me."Aaron Mathews awoke in the dead of night, hearing those very words. Yet for all his recollection, he couldn't say for certain if he had heard them in his dreams or the real waking world. The voice had been so familiar, but try as he might, he couldn't place it. Whether a dream or not, his body was alight with passion. His lungs burning as if they had been laboring for breath. What the hell is going on?He pushed himself upright, sweat clinging to him as he fumbled in the dark with a blind hand. He knew they were there, somewhere. He stretched further feeling his fingers brush against the cold familiar frames of his glasses. Rubbing his eyes, he put them on, finding little clarity in the dark space. Beside him, the green blur of his clock read 2:16am.His eyes scanned the room, still trying to make sense of his surroundings. Only two weeks prior he had been in what was his apartment, and now he was bac







