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His eyes locked onto mine, all desperate and pleading. Startled, I pulled myself together and shoved him back, totally blank-faced. "Pretty sure you've got the wrong person." "Mom, are you still mad at me?" he stammered, eyes filling with guilt. I just turned to unlock the door, ignoring him. But he stepped in front of me, refusing to move. Then, like he was trying out for a tragic soap opera, he dropped to his knees, his eyes bloodshot and pathetic. "Mom, I know I messed up! I went crazy and let Mona mess with my head. She convinced me you were out to ruin them, so I left with her... But I get it now, I was so wrong. Please, forgive me!"

Deciding to skip the whole list, the mother reached down between their bodies and grabbed her son's cock again. Pulling him closer, she slotted his head in her pussy again and ground her hips. "I-it's okay baby. You had a bad dream and Mommy wants to make it better... You don't need a condom this time... aaaaaand... Mommy wants to feel you... ALL of you baby," Deborah cooed, excitement creeping into her voice as she reached up for her son.

Faith wasn't sure how to traverse this new relationship, and so she got online to look up information about incestuous mother-son relationships. She often read erotic stories online and masturbated to some of them, they were usually romantic and passionate. Faith decided to enter a search for mother-son incest on her favorite story site. She was aghast at all the stories that pulled up from her search. There were at least several dozen stories on screen and there were more pages to access too. She only had a few hours before her beloved Chris would be home. She was going out with him tonight and thought she needed to be ready for her first date with her son.

My mom had a special way of using her sharp teeth to play with my private areas, making me feel intense pain and even more intense pleasure. One day after school, Anna and I were ovulating and we decided to take the sex to my house since there was no one around. We got very carried away, forgetting to lock the door and my mom walked in on us, as we were rubbing our clitoris against each other. She was shocked at first that it was Anna, because my mom always thought she was straight but she did not care after some time. In fact my mom brought up the idea of a three some and not just any type of threesome. The type where we use sex tools and use sex cards to do.

" I stood in front of my son, screaming at her to get away and trying to grab something, anything to hurl at her, but my fingers went through them helplessly. Then, I tried my best to punch and kick her, but I could just watch as she removed his oxygen tube. As Aster's breath became weaker and weaker, the machine started beeping frantically in alarm. I stared at the monitor, willing it to become louder so that all the doctors in the hospital would come. The next second, a furious shout came from outside the door, "What are you doing to my son?!" Jasmine turned around, the color draining from her face. "I…"

Without realizing it, she said her husband's name on the sidelines of reading fairy tales for her son. "Are you missing dad right now, Mom? How could you say the wrong name,” Adnan teased her, who blushed because she was caught off guard by her son, who laughed at her awkward behavior. "I had better get back to my room now. Is it okay if I don't finish this story tonight, Adnan?" asked Fisya, changing the subject. "Yes mom. You had better go back to your room and call dad. Tell him if you missed him so much, me too." Again, Adnan teased him.

I said. "What kind of story?" he asked. "The case involves bigamy, marriage fraud, and financial scamming. I have a complete chain of evidence," I replied. "Tell me more," he said. "I've forwarded everything to you. I need you to film the whole thing, but don't release it early." "Understood," he answered. After the call ended, Levi sent over the legal documents, and I printed them out. I walked to the window and watched the occasional burst of fireworks. Those were from other families celebrating their reunions.

My daughter, Leah Haynes, couldn't stand seeing others insult me and started arguing angrily, "What are you people talking about? The woman on stage is my mom, and my dad is her real husband. That guy is the homewrecker!" The others immediately burst into laughter, their tone growing more mocking. "Like father, like daughter. So young and already trying to climb the social ladder. How twisted!" "Ms. Webster showed her affection in public, so how could their happy family of three be fake?" Trenton Ritter, who had just come down from the podium, suddenly rushed over and glared viciously at Leah. "Who are you calling a homewrecker? Are you and your dad that desperate for a power grab? Have you

Grandpa read a financial magazine, and Grandma brewed tea. A neatly cut fruit platter sat on the coffee table. Every piece was Sean’s favorite strawberries. Sean handed the baby to the nanny and sat beside Grandma, looping his arm through hers. “Mom, Talon’s back.” Grandma slammed her teacup onto the table when she saw my father. Her face turned cold. “You caused such a scene three years ago. Now that you are back, behave yourself. Sean is still being called 'the other man' online because of you. You disgraced the Jones family.”

I leaned closer, my heart in my throat as I overheard my mom telling him about me. "...she’s usually such a sweet, compliant girl, Marcus," my mother was saying, her tone a mix of affection and mild irritation. "She’s just been so stressed with the final wedding preparations. Julian can be quite demanding, you know how these corporate families are. But I'm so glad she's finally home. I want the two of you to become close. She needs a strong male figure in her life, and you are exactly the kind of man she can look up to." I squeezed my eyes shut, a bitter, hysterical laugh bubbling in my throat. *Look up to.* If only my mother knew exactly how I had looked up to him last night—flat on my back