1. apervertedthought:

    I recently got into the dating scene again and found this woman who shared my views on a lot of shit - we were both young and divorced, so we started dating and we clicked and all of that. This one day however, I picked her up at her house where she was going to introduce me to her son for the first time, before going to the lounge where we met at, and she told me to wait in the living room while she went to check up on him.

    Well… I am the impatient type so a few minutes later, I sneak to his room and saw my girlfriend- his mom - on her knees, just really going to town. Sucking the anxiety out of him and swallowing it. I was too aroused to object, so after some watching, I walked back out and let them finish. Moments later he stepped out and gave me a firm handshake as if he was ready to take on the world. At that point I knew she was a good mother.

    (via ourfamilyfun)


  2. we-ronnie said: im a guy and eat my sisters pussy. do you think this strange.

    I have an incest blog, why would i think it’s strange? :)

  3. fetishincest:


    I love sliding down on my son’s cockI love feeling all of it deep inside of me.  And when I look down on his sweet face I can’t escape the fact that it is him that I am riding.  My pussy becomes more wet than with anyone else.  It’s so forbidden that it makes me feel filthy…a mom…riding her own son.  I grind on him and grind on him.  I cum so many times.  Each time I feel so filthy for it… cumming on my own son’s cock.  And each time I cum with him it’s like an ocean let’s go.  It’s never been like this with anyone else.

    The only thing that makes me feel more filthy is when I kiss him…not a normal mother/ son kiss… a heat of passion kiss… I never thought I would be doing this.  I’m so surprised this all happened… kissing my son in the heat of our sexual passion… putting my tongue in his mouth… while I fuck him… and cum all over his young cock…

    I just love how fucking intimate this is. :’)

    (via a-family-circus)


  4. Abigail Part 3

    He leant forward and awkwardly wrapped his arms around her, but she shrugged him away.

    "Not in those jeans and trainers. You’ll mark the sheets." 

    Sometimes it was useful to remind him who was the woman of the house. Dutifully he kicked off his shoes, unzipped his jeans and slid them down his legs. Abigail noted the encouraging bulge in his boxers. 

    "That’s better. Now come here and give me a proper cuddle."

    Clad only in T-shirt and shorts, her son slipped into the bed beside her and wrapped her in his strong arms. Oh yes, she thought, this is what I have been missing. Already she could feel his cock growing against her side. So, evidently, could he.

    "Sorry," he murmured, blushing and moving away so that his cock was no longer touching her. "It seems to have a mind of its own."

    "Stop worrying," she smiled, pulling him closer. "I’ve told you, I’m flattered."

    Once again, she could feel his hard cock against her and this time he didn’t pull away.

    "I love you, mum," he murmured.

    "I love you too, darling," she said and kissed him fondly on the lips.

    He kissed her back and, without either of them really meaning to, they both pressed their lips a little harder together until the kiss had turned almost passionate. Quickly they pulled apart.

    "Sorry," he muttered.

    "No, it should be me saying sorry." She could feel his cock moving against her. Heat seemed to be radiating from it. "It was nice though." She touched his lips with her fingers. "You’re a very good kisser."

    "Am I?" He glowed with the compliment. He had always thought he was hopeless at kissing.

    "You must have had lots of practice," she teased.

    "Not really," he admitted. "Kissing doesn’t seem to be that popular in my crowd."

    "They don’t know what they’re missing." She kissed him again, this time deliberately lingering, gently exploring his lips with the tip of her tongue. "Do you like that?"


    "Now do it to me."

    He put his lips on hers, then ran his tongue along them. They felt soft, yielding. He could feel his cock stiffening further. Then her lips opened and his tongue slipped between them.

    He could feel her teeth, her tongue as it gently rubbed against his. He could feel her gently sucking. Oh boy. A low moan sounded somewhere in the back of his throat.

    "Now that was a kiss," she smiled. "I haven’t had a kiss like that in years."

    "I haven’t had a kiss like that ever." He felt quite breathless. He also felt that his cock would soon burst out of his boxers.

    She seemed to read his mind. “It certainly hasn’t helped you get rid of that erection.”

    "No. I should go to bed."

    "So that you can get rid of it in the usual way, I suppose," she teased. "While you think of me."

    He blushed. “Oh mum.”

    "It seems such a shame that you have to do it on your own." 

    Casually, but with her heart beating faster, she let her hand drift down until it encountered the tip of his cock. She stroked it gently through his boxers. 

    Nelson wanted to pull away, but he couldn’t. It felt too good. 

    "Please don’t do what you did last weekend. That was torture."

    But she didn’t take her hand away. Instead she continued stroking him, moving aside slightly so that she could get at it more easily. It felt so sexy beneath the cotton of his boxers, hidden but eager to get out.

    "Please, mum…"

    "Ssh," she murmured, putting a finger on his lips. "just let me touch it for a while."

    She could feel her heart beating in her chest. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but honestly, what harm was she doing? Her handsome son fancied her, a 40-year-old woman. The proof was under her hand, stiff and hard. Why shouldn’t she give him the relief he so obviously needed?

    "Just lie back and enjoy it."

    His thoughts whirled. “You mean… all the way?”

    "Maybe," she smiled. "But it may take a long time. I’m a little out of practice." She gently circled the crown of his cock as well as she could through the boxers and moved her hand up and down. "Do you like that?"

    "Oh yes…"

    "Does it feel good through your boxers, or would you rather take it out?"

    He could hardly speak. “What you’re doing feels just great.”

    "It’s the roughness of the cotton, it makes everything more sensitive. And it’s very sexy for me too, feeling it all hard, as if it’s desperate to be touched properly."

    Poor Nelson couldn’t think. His cock was being stroked by a beautiful older woman. Never in his wildest dreams etc. The fact that the older woman was his mother he tried not to think about. In any case it wasn’t as if they were actually fucking, was it? So it wasn’t really wrong. Anyway, she was the one who started it. Not that he didn’t want it either, but it wasn’t as if he was forcing her. And finally, there was how good it felt. Oh God, yes. The way she knew exactly where to touch him and how hard, especially that place just below the crown and the way she teased his slit. Oh God. And now she was gripping his shaft and pumping him slowly up and down.

    "I’m getting hot," he heard her say. "Let’s get rid of this."

    She kicked the duvet to the foot of the bed. He could see her hand at work on his cock and his hips moving to every stroke.

    "That’s better," she smiled. "Now we can both watch."

    She slid down the bed a little and, pushing his T-shirt up, rested her head on his chest. She loved the feel of the hard muscle against her cheek. Everything about him was hard and strong.

    "Lift your hips for me, darling."

    He did so and, taking care to lift the waistband above his stiff cock, she slipped his boxers to his feet. His cock stirred happily in the sudden freedom.

    "There, what a lovely cock you have, darling. And look how much it loves being played with. So big, so hard."

    "Oh God…"

    She played with the crown for a while, squeezing the slit, opening and closing it, tracing the underside of the crown where she knew it was so sensitive. It was so red and smooth, almost angry. No wonder, she smiled to herself, it will probably explode any minute.

    "Does that feel good, darling?"

    "Oh yes, mum. Please don’t stop."

    "Do you want me to make you come?"


    "I don’t know if I should," she teased. "Maybe I should stop. I am your mother, after all."

    Nelson couldn’t answer. He had been trying to keep the same thoughts out of his head for the last 10 minutes. He felt her hand move away from his cock and his heart sank. But his disappointment was only momentary. The next moment he felt her hand cupping his balls, her fingertips exploring between his legs. A moan of pleasure escaped him as he felt a light touch on the ring of his anus. It circled and pressed for a brief moment, then was gone.

    "But I think if I stopped now it would be very bad for you," she smiled. "I’m sure it would be damaging for you in some way. After all, I’m only doing this to give you relief. I can’t leave you frustrated, can I? That would be too unkind. As your mother, I should always give you what you need. I do love you, after all."

    It was quite a speech, but Nelson hardly took it in. He was too busy fighting the urge to thrust his cock in and out of her hand. “Whatever you think best, mum…”

    For the next few minutes Abigail concentrated on a steady pumping action, moistening her hand with her tongue to make it slide smoothly over his cock. She loved the feel of it and the sight of the red angry head appearing and disappearing. She loved the way his hips rose and fell helplessly. She loved the sound of his incoherent moans of pleasure.

    For his part, Nelson was completely lost in the sensations emanating from his cock. He could feel his orgasm building.

    "Are you going to come?" 


    "Just let it happen, darling. I want to see you come."

    She speeded her hand movements. His cock jerked in her grip. She knew he was about to come. She raised herself on her elbow so that she could look at his face. He was breathing raggedly, his mouth half open.


    His cock leapt in her hand and out of the slit shot a string of come onto his stomach.

    "That’s right darling, come for me…"

    Nelson felt nothing but pleasure and blessed relief as his cock emptied itself in spurts. He felt his mother slow her movements but still grip him firmly, stroking the full length of his cock, milking it thoroughly. Oh fuck, that felt so good, so good.

    "You come such a lot, darling. What a big boy you are."

    Only when she was sure he had completely finished and she could feel his cock begin to soften did she finally release him. She spread his come over his abdomen with her fingertips, then slid up the bed and kissed him on the lips.

    "Was that good? Do you feel better now?"

    "Mmn…" was all he could manage. He hardly knew where he was. All he could think was that he had just been jacked off by his mother and that it was fantastic, much better than when he did it himself.

    "I’ll take that as a yes then," she smiled. She gave him another kiss. "Now you’d better go and shower and get yourself to bed."

    "Can’t I stay here with you?" he pleaded.

    The same thought had occurred to Abigail, but no, it wouldn’t be right. Much as she would have loved to share her bed with such a handsome boy, she couldn’t. It would set a precedent. The next thing she knew they would be sleeping together in every sense of the word.

    "No, Nelson, you must sleep in your own bed. Now get going."

    (Source: mymommyfantasy)


  5. trimmedhot said: When is the rest of the Abigail story coming: )

    I’m working on it….i hope i’ll post it tomorow :)


  6. moje-fantazije said: Extra blog, drago mi je da sam nasao jos nekoga sa ovih prostora na ovu temu :)

    Hvala, i tvoj je super. Prvi da vidim da je na sprskom. Sto nas je vise to bolje ;)

  7. privatefamilytime:

    When I found out my son and his girlfriend were sexually active, I was a little concerned because they hadn’t been dating long. So, one day when I was alone with her, I simply said, “I know you’re intimate with my son - I have no problem with it as long as he’s not making you do anything you don’t want to do.”

    She just smirked and said, “As long as he keeps eating me out so well that my brains ooze out of my ears, he can do anything else to me that he wants.”

    I couldn’t get that mental image out of my head and somehow convinced myself I had to find out how good of a pussy eater he really was.

    Suffice it to say that when a woman waves her bare pussy in front of a man, he’s usually willing to carry that to its logical conclusion.

    And may I say, he does eat pussy that good. And, just like his girlfriend, I’ll let him do anything else he wants to me.

    Now…how the hell do I find a way to thank her without making it sound weird?

    (via dreamingofmom)

  8. littlebrother1012:

    (By Request - Submitted by awesomesexysister)

    I was nervous as I pulled into the driveway. I hadn’t seen her in months. We talked almost every day, but this was different. I turned off the ignition, and sat there quietly, contemplating what might happen and what has happenned.

    My sister, technically half-sister since we only shared a father, and I had sex the last time I saw her. We were both petrified, but wild with lust for each other. My hand trembled as I touched her for the first time, reaching to slide her bra off her shoulder. It’s all a blur after that.

    I took a breath, and stepped out of my car. I walked to the front door. She told me to just walk in when I got there, no need for her brother to knock. I grasped the doorknob with sweaty hands, and opened it. Stepping into my sisters home, I was greeted by something I wasn’t entirely expecting.

    She stood in the entry way. Dressed in nothing but thin, revealing lingerie, and high heels. She looked nervous, but so sexy. We looked at each other for a long moment. Then I managed to speak.

    "Hi Jade…" She smiled, but didn’t reply with words. She walked towards me, heels clacking against the floor. I started to walk towards her as well. When out paths met, I took her in my arms, and pressed my lips against her. Her arms wrapped around my neck, trapping my body against hers. My arms hugged her waist, desperate to hold onto her forever. Our tongues twisted together, and I could feel her body trembling. Her fingers ran through my hair, and mine grazed the naked skin on her back. We slowly stumbled our way over to the couch, somehow stripping me of my clothes with minimal interruptions to our embrace.

    By the time we both fell onto the couch, I was naked. She landed on top of me, arms still wrapped around each other. She reached one arm down, grasping my rigid cock, stroking it between her fingers. She reached between her legs, and pulled her panties to the side. Her pussy was soaking, and easily accepted me as she sank down on top of me. Our kiss was broken for a moment as we both exhaled a long moan as my shaft slid slowly inside of her. Once she had taken all of me, she looked down and our eyes met. Her mouth curled into a smile, and she whispered to me “I love you.”

    My heart started beating faster. I said the only thing I could “I love you too.” It was the first time we said it. She looked at me, tears welling in her eyes. She leaned forward, hugging me tightly, head buried in my shoulder. I felt her sobbing as she started to grind herself on top of me.

    My sister and I made love for the rest of the day. And the rest of our lives.

    (via annie-douglas-at-40-deactivated)

  9. emmaersk:

    My son opened the door a little, sticking his head inside. He saw me and he couldn’t really pretend that he didn’t as I was looking straight at him. “Come and sit her. Mommy wants to talk.” I stroke the bed with my hand and I saw him hesitate but I just kept smiling while I turned around and logged on to his computer. His eyes moved to the computer and I heard a loud gasp as he understood what I was doing. “Mom!” he shouted before he fell silent again. As if I had done it a thousand times I found his hidden folder again.

    "Want to explain this?" I said as I opened up a picture from the folder. It was a photo of me, sunbathing topless in the backyard. I was on a blanket, my head resting on a towel and my big breasts were shining from sweat. I remembered that day well and the entire time I had been laying there were photographed. I browsed the pictures, making them almost come alive. I was moving around on the blanket, my hand sliding down my stomach to between my legs. I knew the ending but I couldn’t stop looking. My finger moved through the pictures and I felt aroused again, though I wouldn’t.

    I looked back at my son and his face was all red and he looked down on the floor. “It was … it was a mistake. I’m sorry. I’ll delete those, I promise.” He was quietly sobbing and I took a look at him. My son, 19 years old and already a real man. More than my husband who I desperately tried to forget after he had his way with one of the neighbors daughters. But I didn’t want to think about that now. “Come here. I won’t hurt you, son. I just want you to sit here and talk to me.” He walked heavily towards the bed and sat down.

    I put my arm around his shoulder and pressed him closer to me. “Hey, take it easy now. I said I won’t hurt you. I’m your mom. Can you look me in the eyes when I talk with you? What I’m about to say is important.” He raised his head and looked into my eyes. Little tears was rolling down his cheeks and I immediately felt like someone was squeezing my heart very hard with a hand. I resisted the urge to lean toward him and kiss him. I turned around and grabbed the computer and put it in my lap.

    We browsed a few more pictures and when the pictures of me disappeared all we could see were porn pictures he had downloaded from the internet. “Is this your jerk off-folder?” I said and looked at him. He nodded and I felt a small electrical discharge between my legs. I had to close my eyes to regain my focus again. I browsed through more internet porn but couldn’t find any more pictures of me. I put the laptop back on the box. I turned around and put my fingers under my sons chin. “I’m not gonna hurt you but I would like it if you were straight with me now, son. Okay?” He swallowed and nodded.

    "So I’m gonna ask right now, do you have anymore pictures of me?" He shook his head. I asked him again and he shook his head. I took out a tiny USB-stick I had laying next to the box on the bed. I showed it to him and his face went all pale. "You want to take that back?" He looked at me and I could see his lips start to quiver again. "It…. It wasn’t my fault. I just …. I think you’re hot." His confession made me a little out of breath and I just stared at him, holding the stick between my fingers. This was taking a turn I hadn’t expected. "You… think I’m hot." I felt my cheeks burn and that buzzing feeling between my legs grew into a storm.

    I grew restless and put my leg over the other. “So, how long have you felt this way?” He looked at me and I could see his eyes move around. “I want the truth, Daniel.” The tone of my voice and me saying his name made him twitch back and look at me straight. “I’m sorry. About a year” he mumbled. I put my feet down on the floor, legs slightly spread. I had made my decision and his confession had made it easier. “Daniel…” As soon as I said his name he looked at me with wide open eyes. When he noticed my hand starting to stroke him over his back I could see confusion in his eyes. “I want to say something to you. Don’t be afraid, okay?”

    I leaned closer to him and whispered something in his ear. He looked at me with even wider eyes. I thought they would pop out and I put my hand on his thigh. I smiled towards him and started stroking his thigh. “If you want to, all you have to do is ask.”

    I looked him straight in the eyes and pretty soon he opened his mouth to give me his answer.

    (via ourfamilyfun)


  10. Abigail Part 2

    He wasn’t in the habit of disobeying her, so meekly did as he was told. Abigail undid the buckle of his belt and slid the zip of his jeans down. As she pulled his jeans over his hips she could see the small bulge in his boxers. Oh dear, he was right, it wasn’t particularly large. But then she reminded herself that it was probably shrunken with embarrassment.

    "Do you want to pull your boxers down, or shall I?" She rather hoped he would let her do it. Already she could feel her heart beating a little faster.

    "I’ll do it," he said quickly. He put his thumbs in the belt and started to turn away.

    "Don’t be shy, darling. How am I supposed to measure it if I can’t see it?"

    Reluctantly he faced her and slid his boxers to his feet. Abigail was understandably transfixed. True, she had seen her son’s cock before, but that was years ago. Now he was a man — with strong thighs, a hard six-pack and a man’s cock.

    "There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?"

    "I guess not," muttered Nelson.

    "You have a lovely cock, darling, and I don’t want you ever to feel ashamed of it."

    "Okay…" What was he supposed to say to that?

    "The problem is," smiled his mother, "I can hardly measure it when it’s in that state. What we need is for it to be nice and hard."

    Nelson took the opportunity to reach for his boxers. “Oh well, if it’s no go…”

    But Abigail wasn’t having that, not having come this far. “Don’t be silly. I’m sure you know how to give yourself an erection. If you tell me you don’t, I won’t believe you.”

    Now it was the turn of Nelson’s heart to beat a little faster. “You mean you want me to… I can’t, not in front of you,” he protested.

    "Just try," his mother smiled. "Close your eyes and think of some sexy girl you know."

    "I can’t. I know I can’t. It just won’t work."

    Abigail put out a hand and caressed his thigh. “Would you like me to? You can close your eyes if you want.”

    "Oh God…" was the only answer he could muster.

    That was good enough for her. With no more ado she took his limp cock in her hand and gently drew the foreskin back. The crown and slit appeared, round and smooth.

    "Oh God…" repeated Nelson, his eyes firmly closed. Already he could feel his cock stirring.

    Abigail moved her hand gently back and forth, covering and uncovering the crown. With her other hand she cupped his balls. She loved the feel of them, their softness, their weight. How he had grown. Her son was a man.

    "Do you like that, darling?"

    "Mmm…" He didn’t really trust himself to speak, his thoughts and feelings were too jumbled up. An attractive older woman was stroking his cock and it felt fantastic — the trouble was, the woman was his mother.

    "I hope you’re not worried about me doing this." It was as if she had read his mind. "I’m not going to go all the way, I hope you realise. This is just so that I can reassure you you’re no different from other boys. It’s what any mother would do." She laughed. "Well, maybe not every mother."

    The effect of her stroking on Nelson’s cock was becoming plain. It was already quite stiff and hard, though not, she suspected, as hard as it could be. It was no longer as easy to cover the crown with his foreskin, so she concentrated on the crown itself, the slit and the sensitive skin beneath.

    "Unngh…" moaned Nelson.

    Gratifyingly, his cock stiffened further. It was now almost long enough for Abigail to put both her small hands around it side-by-side. She gave the crown a few last caresses then reluctantly let it go. It stood stiff and proud.

    "That’s better." She smiled up at him. "I’m not sure I need to measure it, darling. You have a really beautiful cock, and I can’t see any girl complaining."

    "Really?" Nelson dared to open his eyes. "You’re not just saying that?"

    "No, I’m not just saying that," she reassured him. "I’d be a very happy girl if I knew that was waiting for me. It was as much as I could do to take my hands off it, it feels so nice and hard."

    "And you’re sure it’s big enough?"

    Abigail felt her tongue licking her lips. “Oh yes, it’s big enough, believe me.”

    At last he smiled. He looked so pleased with himself, for a moment he looked like her little boy again.

    "Thanks, mum." He leant forward and kissed her quickly on the mouth. It was as much as she could do not to fling her arms around his neck and snog him passionately. "You’ve no idea what a relief that is."

    "Didn’t I tell you you had nothing to worry about?" she smiled. "Now you’d better get dressed — or perhaps you’d rather go and finish that off." She nodded at his still beautifully erect cock.

    He grinned and pulled up his boxers and jeans. “I guess it’ll keep.”

    He zipped and buckled up, threw himself onto the sofa and gave her a big hug. “You’re the best mum ever — and you’re pretty beautiful too.”

    Abigail returned the hug. Actually, she might have preferred him to go to his room and make himself come. The thought of him stroking his hard cock made her feel quite weak.

    That night and for the rest of the week Abigail slept badly. Try though she might she couldn’t get the image of her son out of her mind. There was no doubt about it, Nelson was a man. He was a good 6 inches taller than her, his body slim, lean and hard. She could have counted the muscles on his stomach. And then there was his cock. She realised how long it had been since she had seen one. Since her husband’s death, she had more or less devoted all her time to her work and to Nelson. She had felt little desire for another man. She had felt little desire, period. But there was no doubt the sight of Nelson’s erect cock had stirred something inside her. She had grown used to the idea of being single, of being without a man. But maybe she had been living a lie. Of course, she masturbated occasionally. She even had a couple of vibrators. But she could have lived without them. They were only there for when she had an itch that had to be scratched.

    Unfortunately now, she realised, she had quite a serious itch. Even more unfortunately, a forbidden itch. She fancied her own son. Dutifully, she thrust the thought from her mind.

    The next Saturday Nelson went out as usual, to a party at a friend’s house. Abigail stayed in and watched a French movie about a young boy discovering first love. It featured a few scenes of him swimming naked in a stream, which did nothing to cool her thoughts of Nelson. She went to bed early, read a travel book for an hour, then tried to sleep. When she heard his key in the front door she was surprised to see her bedside clock showed only 11.30. She listened to him coming upstairs and tried to resist the urge to call out. She didn’t manage it.


    He sat on the bed. “I thought you’d be asleep by now.”

    "It’s only 11:30."

    "Is it?" He seemed surprised.

    "So it wasn’t much of a party?"

    "It was okay."

    "Did you meet any nice girls?"

    He smiled. “You always ask me that, mum. I don’t go to parties only to meet girls.”

    "Don’t you? I did. To meet boys, I mean." She laughed. "Alright, I promise I won’t ask you again."

    He looked at her in silence for a bit.

    "What are you looking at? Do I have some food on my chin or something?"

    "Sorry, I was just thinking what a pretty mum I have, particularly in that nightdress. It’s always been my favourite."

    Abigail’s first impulse was to pull the duvet up over her breasts, but actually she felt more flattered than embarrassed. “Well, thank you. It’s been a long time since anyone paid me compliments.”

    "I don’t know why," said Nelson, feeling bolder. "You’re a lot more beautiful than any girl I know."

    "Oh, Nelson…."

    "I mean it." He did mean it. He had been thinking about nothing else for a week. The night his mother had praised his erect cock, he had lain in bed stroking it, thinking of nothing but her doing the same to him. He knew it was wrong to have lustful thoughts of his own mother, but he couldn’t help it. He kept seeing Abigail gazing affectionately at his cock as she stroked it to its full size. And of course he had never told her that he had had a perfect view down her top of her beautiful full breasts and nipples. Even now he could see their outline under the thin silk and low cut of her nightdress. He could feel his cock stiffening in his jeans.

    "You’re very quiet. Is anything the matter?"

    Her voice brought him out of his reverie. “No, nothing… I was just thinking…”

    "I hope you’re not still worried about…"

    "No, not that," he grinned. "Thanks to you. But if we’re talking about last Sunday, you know, when we, I mean, you…" He felt himself getting tongue-tied.

    "You mean when I convinced you not to worry about your cock?"

    "Yeah, that." He still didn’t know how to continue.

    "So what’s worrying you now?" 

    Here goes, he thought. “It’s just that since then, I mean, not all the time, but, you know, even like tonight at the party, and every night when I go to bed, it’s like I can’t stop thinking about what you did, and I mean I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it, I think about you and you making my cock hard and, well, you know, I think about you when I do it to myself.”

    He finally looked at Abigail, expecting to see the look of horror on her face. But to his surprise she was smiling.

    "That seemed to take a lot of courage. Have you been rehearsing that speech?"

    "Only on the way back from the party. Now I suppose you’re disgusted with me."

    "Not at all. I’m flattered. It’s not every day a handsome man tells me he uses me as an aid to masturbation." She smiled wickedly. "I suppose I should ask if it works."

    "What do you mean?"

    "Does the thought of me make you come? Am I a good fantasy figure?"

    "Oh yeah, every time."

    "Good. I’d hate to think of me making you frustrated."

    "So you really don’t mind? You don’t think it’s weird me fancying you?"

    She took his hand and squeezed it. “I told you, darling. I’m flattered.” She was on the point of telling him that his feelings were reciprocated, that on at least one occasion during the week she had fantasised about him during a session with one of her vibrators. But no, she couldn’t. Instead she decided to tease him a little.

    "And since you fancy me, you’d better come here and give me a hug and a kiss." She drew back the duvet and held out her arms to him.

    (Source: mymommyfantasy)