Don't Fuck Your Mom

I chose Don't Fuck Your Mom and sat down in the chair to read. I was surprised to see that this was written not from the father's perspective, but from the sons.

My mother was a beautiful woman, though a little thick. What her weight took away from her, her ample breasts made up for. She always wore dresses that revealed just enough of her that I couldn't help but start masturbating to her. And when I came of age, I noticed that she started to ask me to do things that made us closer together. She'd have me reach around her for something she could have got for herself, for example.

She once bent over to get something out of the trash, just enough to show me that she was wearing no panties. The sight of that alone left me masturbating furiously for weeks.

She left enough hints I decided that I had to fuck her. It was killing me not to grab her hair and bite her neck while slipping my dick into the hole it came out of.

I had it all planned. I left some Cory Chase porn on, one of the one's where the son takes hypnotic control. I knew that it would only be a matter of time before she came in and saw what I wanted. I would catch her masturbating to it and then approach her, saying "do you want to make it real?"

I just knew my plan would work.