Leaning her head against my shoulder she would moan my name and tell me to make her cum so I could bend her over and fuck her and cum all over the cheeks of her sweet round ass.
My hand strayed to my cock, and I thought of her telling me the reason she had been alone since my jerk off father left last year to chase girls my age was she was waiting for me.
The soap running down her stomach and thighs would look just like a nice hot load of cum, her son's cum.
My mind raced with the fantasy of me walking into the bathroom, stripping and getting in the shower behind her.
I moaned softly as my cock became slick with my precum and thought of my last "conversation" with Debra.
She had described how she wanted to take me so deep in her mouth she would gag and drool all over her 'son's' cock then lick up every drop of it.
Although he'd been gone a year and the divorce was final seven months ago mom hadn't had so much as a date and moped around the house. When I asked what was wrong she would always shrug and say there was something on her mind.
When I would ask why she wasn't seeing anyone I would get another shrug and 'not ready yet'.
Alwayswantedto was not just the best writer of mother/son stories, but a great person who four years ago reached out to a then newbie incest author to encourage his work and offer advice and friendship.I only half believed her, but then again she was spending a lot of time in her room online at night so maybe she was chatting.