Todos los capítulos de WICKED TEMPTATIONS (STEAMY COLLECTIONS): Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

I opened wide, as wide as I could go as Shawn began to feed his ravenous slut. My gaping orifice negotiated the immensity of my son’s anatomy. He was superior to every man I had ever been with and I knew I had no choice but to humbly submit to his command. If the best I could manage in this life was be his hungry little cum slave then that would be my place and I would be satisfied.His cock was generous with even his pre-cum but it was only an appetizer. I became more and more eager for his load as his salty sweetness flowed over my tongue, into my throat and finally my belly.Shawn groaned and I thought he would cum but instead he just said, “I love you so much mom”.It occurred to me that maybe the reason I had almost never let any man into my mouth was because I had never felt close enough to them. What was more intimate than literally feeding off another person’s body? As Shawn’s essences nourished me I felt a placid calm envelope me that I had never felt before. I felt love and

Happy birthday, Bobby!""Uhhh..." I blinked at the young woman who'd knocked on my door, taking in her long legs, large breasts, and pretty face all at once."You are Robert..." she asked with a smile. "Right?""Yeah," I agreed, barely able to get the word out. I'd never been much for talking to any girl, but especially not the attractive ones and she was beautiful."Well," she widened her sky blue eyes and offered me a shrug of her slender shoulders, "I'm your birthday present.""You are?" I could see her nipples, dark and prominent through the pink halter top she wore. The creamy tops of her breasts were exposed, the deep cleavage between them almost mesmerizing."I guess you work with some pretty nice guys," she half-explained. "Can I come in?""Uh, yeah ... Um..." I dropped my eyes, feeling somewhat foolish, and drank in her wonderfully smooth thighs.She wore a black miniskirt and matching heels, and even from that angle, I could see the sculpted muscles of her calves. She had le

What are you doing here?" I'd expected a guy selling vacuum cleaners, or some Jehovah's Witnesses or something."Surprise!" Shelly smiled at me. She stood on my doorstep like a little girl, hands behind her butt, twisting on her hips.I have to admit I was at a complete loss. I probably should have slammed the door in her face. I could have called the cops maybe. At the very least I should have told her in no uncertain terms to get the hell out of my life, but I didn't do any of that. I just stood there blinking at woman ... er, man, I mean.Except she was posed in a red mini-skirt, the stretchy kind, and her legs didn't belong to any guy I'd ever heard of. Neither did Shelly's breasts, which were kind of right there, jutting proud and firm between her slender shoulders and flat tummy. She wore a short halter top, a black one, and it said, "Naughty boy ... Go to my room!" across the front. Her golden hair fell in waves around her beautiful face. Her blue eyes twinkled and her pink ton

I had the funniest dream. I was riding a horse, rocking back and forth in the saddle, and feeling very sore. My butt didn't hurt exactly, it just sort of throbbed and no matter what I did or how I moved, I just couldn't get comfortable. It doesn't sound like much of a dream, I know, but I didn't tell you the weird part -- I was the horse."Good morning, sleepyhead," Shelly breathed, hugging me from behind with her tits pressed against my back.That felt pretty nice actually, waking up to a warm embrace, drinking in the smell of a woman, and feeling her hard nipples moving across my skin. Her hands stroked my chest and stomach, one of them reaching all the way down to find my morning erection. I groaned, smiling and thinking I could definitely get used to this, when she pushed with her hips and I realized Shelly's cock was buried in my ass."There you go," she sighed. "I could get used to waking up like this."I'd accidentally pushed myself backwards to meet her thrust and then I remem

And here's Robert when he had the chicken pox," Mom said. "It was just awful. All that itching. Like a big diaper rash.""Oh." Shelly nodded."Right after that, let's see ... That's right. He fell out of a tree and broke his wrist.""Ouch!""Such a clumsy boy." Mom clucked her tongue. "And then he had his tonsils removed when he was nine.""That's a lot of ice cream," Shelly said, smiling at me. "You look pretty cute.""His father took this picture. Caught him flying right over the handlebars, see?"How many mothers keep a photo album dedicated to illness and injury? Not many, I imagined, and I shuddered to think of Shelly's opinion. One natural disaster after another arranged in chronological order. Never mind the school pictures and family snapshots at Yellowstone. No birthdays or Christmas mornings, just Robert in pain. This was why I didn't bring flowers!"Do you want to see some more?" Mom asked. "I have so many pictures, let's see...""No," I replied."I'd love to," Shelly said,