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British mothers taste forbidden fruit with their sons. WARNING: All characters are 18+ and should know better. This story contains explicit adult content involving taboo relationships. If that's not your cup of tea, best sod off elsewhere. So I fucked my son, and my best friend and her son. There. Said it. Written down. Can't take it back now can I? Venice last week. Of all the places. Shocked? Fair enough. I've gone from analysing Oedipus Rex to living it. Freud would have a bloody field day. Still reading though? Course you are. Want to know how it happened, don't you? It's quite the story.

Mara was postpartum. Grant: $15k for equipment. Kael’s mentorship: “How to not kill each other when you’re both exhausted.” 2. *Luis*: Single dad. Bike repair shop. Grant: $8k. Adia’s mentorship: “How to bring your kid to work and not feel guilty.” 3. *Priya and her mom*: Catering business. Grant: $20k. Both of them: “How to fight about money and still eat dinner together.”

“I’m such a dirty gangbang slut… my son would be disgusted if he knew his mother was an airtight cumdump.” That line made my cock throb painfully. I pulled it out, already leaking, and started stroking as I watched my own mother degrade herself for eight strangers. They didn’t ease her in. They carried her to the big sectional and positioned her perfectly. One guy lay down and pulled her on top, sinking his cock deep into her pussy. Another immediately pushed into her ass from behind. A third forced his dick back into her mouth. Within seconds Mom was airtight — three holes stuffed at the same time.

“He’s bold. I saw him pinning Mom on the wall and kissing her. Then he proposed to marry her after that. I don’t like his guts, but he’s not a coward like you.” ‘Seriously. Why did these kids think it’s easy to woo a woman?’ Caleb wondered. He clicked his tongue when reality hit him. “That Mason guy kissed your Mom?!” “Shh. Don’t be so loud. Mom thinks we didn’t see it, but yes, you heard it right. He kissed Mom on the lips. Her was red then, and she was shaking,” Paris elaborated. “Maybe that’s how one looks like when there are butterflies in their stomach? I don’t know. I’m just a kid.”

I want you to fuck my pussy while you suck my nipples and bite at the little rings. ‘And?’ Ross said, his face impassive as he forked up the spicy tomato sauce. ‘And...and...I want you to push a finger into my anus, while you suck my clitoris and lick up my juices. I want to make you come inside me.’ Stacey squirmed on the cool seat, pressing her pouting, thickened sex-lips against the now warm wood. Her juices had seeped down to pool on the chair. She could hardly believe she was saying these things. They usually didn’t speak during sex. But that was then. Somehow this was now —a new time. A time of endless possibilities. Lord, what a birthday this was turning out to be!

But any lingering doubt disappeared when I saw Henry lift his glass to a middle-aged woman, saying, "Mom, here's to you." That woman... I'd recognize her anywhere. Mona Lott. My late husband Sebastian's high school "friend" and relentless shadow. When we were together, she tried every trick in the book to break us up, pulling him into constant drama and misunderstandings. Even after we married, she didn't stop. Once, while I was pregnant, she came by with "nourishing" soup, hoping to cause a miscarriage. Thankfully, I was cautious and didn't fall for it.

“When are you going to wake up? We could move to a different city together. “I’ve thought about it. I saved up some money over the years. We could buy a small house, open a little flower shop, and live a safe and happy life. How does that sound?” I wiped away my tears. “As long as you wake up… I’ll do anything.” Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Stella. “Quiana? Are you there? “Jaxon won’t stop throwing up. What should I do? “Shaun’s not home, and the nanny has no clue.” Jaxon shouted in the background, “Mom, I don’t want her help! Dad said she’s not my mother anymore!” Then, he started throwing up again. I let out a bitter laugh. “Did you give him mango?”

I groan, burying my face in my hands, praying this ride ends soon. Thirty minutes later, my wish is granted—but not before enduring a detailed rundown of every position Mom and Dad enjoyed while she was pregnant with me and my siblings. By the end, I’m so grossed out I nearly leap out of the car before it fully stops. “See you later, Mom.” “Okay, baby. Remember your prenatal vitamins and no strenuous activity. So if you and Eriq have sex, missionary is—” “Mom, I got it. Missionary’s most comfortable, doggie style’s the most thrilling, and reverse cowgirl’s the best overall. Thank you. Now that I’m thoroughly traumatized, can I go?”

she'd asked in that sultry voice. “I'd been speechless.” Don't tell me you don't like the view of what you see, I know you want to have some. She was saying her hand was still on my cock squeezing it as hard as she could. And I couldn't stop her. She finally let go with a cunning smile. I guess not now Mom is at home, she said as she finally let go of my cock. “Mom is calling you, I managed to say it out.” "Don't tell anyone she said."

“How dare you bring this slut into our home? She’s Damian Holt’s girl, and you’re sleeping with her? Do you want to start a war?! Are you trying to ruin us?!” His mom jumped in next, a sleek woman with a severe bob and a silk dress. “You seduced our son? Really?” she snapped at me. “You're already Holt's girlfriend, and you're spreading your legs for Wesley? Do you think Damian will let our family breathe once he finds out? That son of a bitch doesn’t share. And you think sleeping with Wesley will end well for you?” I clutched my cheek and tried to steady my voice. “I’m not Damian’s anymore. We broke up. I’m not cheating.”