All Chapters of Forbidden Taboos : Steamy dark stories : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

"Then get back to your dinner," I moaned, pulling his head back into my fiery pussy. He licked me for a couple more minutes until my breathing was getting erratic and I knew my next orgasm was close. "I'm a flooder," I warned. "You've been proving that all day," he replied before taking my clit in his mouth. I erupted! "Oh God, yes, baby!!" He hungrily lapped up my cum until I offered, "Time for me to finish what I started earlier. Stand up, my big man." He did. As he stood close to the bed I moved my stocking-clad feet to his cock and began stroking. "Oh, this is nice," he groaned. "I only buy stockings made from pure silk," I explained. "So I can feel," he nodded, taking hold of my feet and beginning to masturbate himself with them. "Don't be wasting that cum," I purred. "Does Mommy swallow?" he asked. "Are my nylons silk?" I responded. "Are you my good boy? Am I your Mommy-slut?" "And does Mommy take facials too?" he asked. "If you wish, but I'd rather swallow every

As I neared my climax, my mind played tricks on me, and now I wasn't seeing my husband pounding me from behind, but my son! So close to coming, I just went with it and continued pleasuring myself until the crescendo of pleasure washed through me while I heard my son ordering me to "Come Mommy, come on your son's big hard cock!" This orgasm was more intense than most I self-created, and I collapsed into my bed, a puddle of sweat. As I recovered from my best orgasm in a long, long time, I gasped at what had turned the tide. I couldn't believe that my son had replaced his father in my fantasy! I also couldn't believe how hot and bothered Michael had gotten me both during the fantasy and when I'd spied on him earlier today. After some thought, I decided it must have been a mixture of exhaustion, loneliness, missing Jake, and being shocked upon seeing my son performing such a personal act while picturing me. Comfortable with my conclusion, I drifted off to sleep and had the best rest I'd

But I decided that perhaps I didn't know everything about Michael, especially his sexual likes and dislikes, so after he left for school the next morning, I returned to his laptop, and this time I checked his favourites. Most were game sites, but there were three Literotica addresses, as well as a pantyhose site. The first Literotica page was simply a list of new stories updated each day, the second was the top incest stories by score, but the third was one that gave me lots of information about my son's kinks. It was a search engine with the following tags: mom, son, and submission. I clicked on the search button and was surprised to find 313 stories come up with those key words. I read a few of them, my pussy again on fire, and came to realize the three things he wanted the most: his Mom, in stockings, serving as his personal plaything. This knowledge should have appalled me, yet instead all I could think about was the wonderful prospect of my long dormant sexual needs being met l

There wasn't anything at all covering my backside, so as I bustled around the kitchen, I took every logical opportunity I could find to face away from him. Finally, I suggested, "Michael, take a seat as Mommy fills your plate." He sat down and I brought him his meal. I went back and grabbed mine, and after placing my plate on the table, I removed the final garment that was hiding my breasts and my recently shaved pussy. As expected, Michael stared, his mouth hanging open, literally watering. I sat down and began eating, creating conversation as if our nudity was the most normal thing in the world. "So, Michael, anything exciting happen at school today?" Trying to act nonchalant himself, he told me, "Aced my Calculus test." "Excellent," I smiled. "You're such a good student and you've always been such a perfect son." "Oh Mom," he said embarrassed, a crimson hue rising to his cheeks. "Seriously, half the teenagers today are drinking, doing drugs, failing school and having se

"Oh my," I exclaimed, feigning shock.Attempting to be dominant, a skill he would need to work on, since at the moment it sounded more like a request than an order, "Get your ass up to your room, Mommy.""Yes, sir," I answered, prancing upstairs in front of him, my ass jiggling for him, my perpetual tease continuing.Once we were inside my room I sauntered over to my bed and asked, "Is this where you want me, son?"His confidence increasing, he surprised me by pointing to the floor directly in front of him and demanded, his tone hinting at annoyance, using my full name like I'd always done to signal he was in trouble, "Betty Cheryl Lodge, get your ass over here right now."Startled and impressed, I scurried over to him.His hands on my shoulders, he gently but firmly guided me down to my knees. His smile smug, an expression I'd never seen cross his face before, he said, finally using the term he'd used while fantasizing about me, "I assume a dirty Mommy-slut like you Betty, knows exac