Laura Lovecraft

Forbidden Fruit

Mother son confessions is a unique series featuring five very special couples. Five loving mothers living in sin with their lusty sons get together for a weekend and share their stories and sexy adventures. Each book will include five hot encounters featuring each sexy mom and her adoring son. Book one introduces these five hot couples for whom no fruit is truly forbidden!

~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~

Rebecca turned and bent over to pick up her robe. Before she did she grabbed her ankles. Feeling her muscles stretch, she grinned; dancing since she was a child had left her with impressive flexibility and she had put it to good use over the years, especially the last few months.

She straightened and had just slipped the robe on when her bedroom door opened.

“Hey, baby,” She turned and opened the robe, flashing her breasts, “I was going to start without…” She stopped when she saw it was Derek, not her husband, entering the room.

“Goddamn.” Derek laughed, “Bet all my friend’s moms greet them like that.”

“I thought you were your dad.” Rebecca closed the robe, but not before she took a moment to enjoy the look of lust on his face.

The fact he still had that look after how many times they had been together gave her a nasty little thrill. But tonight was David’s night; Derek would have her all weekend. Besides Rebecca was at a point she felt she needed to start denying him a little more often, especially seeing he wasn’t upholding their deal.

“Did you now?” He winked, “That the game tonight, mom? Going to pretend to be upset you flashed me and you don’t like showing off for your son?”

He entered the room, closing the door behind him and walked up to her. He glanced down at the suitcase and smiled at the purple corset on top of it.

“I like that one! Love those easy access panties.”

“And you’ll have plenty of time to love them from tomorrow until Monday.” She quickly flipped the suitcase closed so he wouldn’t snoop and see the one she bought for him then tied her robe, noticing him frowning as she did so.

. “But tonight’s for your dad.” She winked, “But as of tomorrow I’m all yours for three days, baby.”

“I’m really excited about it, mom.” He told her, a slight smile playing across his lips as he lowered his head, pointedly staring downward.

He was dressed in a pair of gray sweat pants and even in the loose fitting pants; his bulge was obvious. In addition to being bare-chested, he was barefoot and obviously not wearing underwear. He had come in here with every intention to have sex with her. Again the feeling he was getting a little too comfortable nagged at her.

Yet at the same time, that wanton side of her, wasn’t in a hurry to tell him to leave. Derek looked damn good. His sandy brown hair was wet and she saw a few drops of water on his shoulders and chest showing he had just gotten out of the shower, a look she loved and knew damn well he was aware of that.

Derek had the same large, soulful brown eyes and big wide smile of his father, but her softer features. The combination gave him an attractive, sweet, boy next door look, that with his laid back personality and quick sense of humor; he lived up to. But when they were together, Derek wasn’t always so sweet. Many times he was, but on certain nights he took her as if she were a cheap whore.

It was only because she allowed it and played along with it, but being forcefully taken by her son gave her a thrill most women would say was sick, but had they ever tried it? Her eyes roamed over his upper body and she had to stop from licking her lips at the sight before her.

Like David, Derek was a large man. Slightly over six feet, his broad shoulders and chest complimented the well muscled arms he’d built up the last couple of years working out at the gym and wrestling for school.

Rebecca enjoyed wrestling with him and felt her body responding to the thought of just dropping to her knees, pulling his pants down and…No. Rules, they needed to have rules.
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  • vitusojettecompartió una citahace 2 años
    As little as a year ago, Laura would have been appalled at the thought of wearing this and would have been too embarrassed to wear it in the bedroom, never mind considering wearing it out in public as she planned to this weekend.
    But RJ had changed all that. He loved her curves, all of them, and especially liked, no lusted after her meaty ass and soft thighs. RJ referred to her body as lush and her curves soft and inviting.
    Laura loved that description and over the last few months had gone from being self conscious-and sometimes flat out ashamed of her body- to flaunting it for RJ whenever she could.
    Despite it being a little tighter than she would like in the middle, Laura smiled at her reflection, thinking of RJ, she decided the dress was a keeper, it made her feel sexy and what mother didn’t want to feel sexy for her son?
    “Piggy.” She giggled and winked at her reflection, “You’re a bad girl, Laura.”
    The dress made her want to be bad, but then again what didn’t these days? With Laura’s newly inspired confidence in her body had came a sexual wantonness she had never dreamed she could be capable of.
    There were times she not only couldn’t get enough, but wanted it as dirty and raunchy as possible. She stared at her reflection taking in her shoulder length curly brown hair, huge brown eyes and round cheeks which were imbued with a natural color most women wore blush for.
    Laura’s smile had a sweet shyness to it, a holdover from her days as a nervous, socially awkward teenager and sadly the lingering effect of years of being made to feel she wasn’t attractive. That shy, sometimes nervous, smile along with her cherub like features gave Laura an appearance of innocence.
    At forty four she looked younger and her shy demeanor added to that effect. Laura had been, and always would be, looked upon as a ‘good girl’. The shy quiet type you could take home to mom, the wallflower who lurked in the corner of the room watching the sexy popular girls get all the attention, and the soft spoken little housewife who ‘knew her place’
    Laura still very much played that part around Ray and their friends because it was easier; less bullshit from him and no odd looks and questions from others. But when Ray left for work or on afternoons RJ didn’t have work right after class, Laura went from that mousy little girl next door to a lust driven wildcat who couldn’t get enough of her son’s cock.
    She knew there was nothing right about that last thought, but since the night her attempt to help him overcome his shyness with girls led to her making him a man, Laura couldn’t say no to her son. Who was she kidding? RJ didn’t even have to ask, most of the time she was chasing him.
  • Jacques Batistacompartió una citahace 7 años
    ndow and the room smelled pleasantly of strawberries from the scented ca

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