Will Wanton’s

Porn-writing Mother

Chapter 2

This story contains:

Gender Combo’s: Hetero Fm (15).

Sex Acts: none.

Fetishes / Other: incest (mother / son); dirty talk.

Chapter 2

“And, do you like them, baby?” Stephanie asked her still blushing, mostly speechless 15-year-old son. “Do you like your mother’s tits?”

Stephanie had opened the front clasp of her bra to expose her medium-sized, firm breasts to the ogling eyes of her son; feeling deliciously naughty as she behaved more and more like an incestuous slut for her son. She hoped she would get to live out her fantasies and that the boy would be willing to help her. So far, things seemed to be going in the right direction.

The 34-year-old mother felt the eyes of her teenage boy aimed directly at her naked tits, and it made her rubbery, stiff nipples get even stiffer, and it made the goose bumps stand out on her areolas. She didn’t think she had ever been any hornier than she was right then and there, with her very own son standing close and looking at the exposed orbs of the tits he used to suck on as a baby.

“Tell me, honey,” Stephanie continued. “Tell mommy how much you like her tits. Let me know how you’re feeling about them. Don’t be afraid to use any words that are on your mind. I won’t be mad or disgusted. If I would, I wouldn’t be doing this for you, and in front of you. Would I?”

Marty heard what his mother said, and thought of the words that described what he thought of his mother’s tits, exposed as they were – deliberately no less – to his eyes. It was hard to concentrate for the boy when every single little movement of his mom’s body made the soft balls on her chest jiggle like jell-o, and when those reddish stiff nipples only seemed to be getting bigger and stiffer.

“Your t…tits are great, mom. Just great…” Marty finally managed to utter with a mix of being mesmerized and still present shyness.

Steph started grinning at hearing him say it, and pushed on.

“They’re FUCKING great, aren’t they, Marty? Not just great, but FUCKING great.”

“Yeah, mom. Your tits are really fucking great. Your nipples… they’re so big too,” Marty said, his eyes never leaving her chest and getting the hang of using the words he never thought he could, and would use with his mother present.

“Hmm hmm…” Stephanie hummed affirmatively. “My nipples are stiff because I like to see you staring at them. Knowing that my own son is looking at my fat fucking nipples is making them swell.”

Just hearing, even feeling those nasty words leaving her mouth made her cunt twitch. Stephanie loved every minute of being naked in front of her son, and using filthy language to whip the boy up in his horniness. She could just feel the juice leaving her already slippery slit and soaking into the crotch of her panties. Her cunt was becoming more and more sensitive and the sodden material of her panties was feeling more and more constrictive. Yet, she wanted to take her time and enjoy every detail of seducing her teenage son into fulfilling her, and his, incestuous fantasies.

As she remembered for just a moment what she had various “mother” characters do in the stories she had written for the internet, Stephanie moved her hands up and took a tit in each hand. While she looked at her son to see his reaction, she slowly squeezed her tits more and more, making the flesh of them bulge out between her tightening fingers. Her nipples, caught between some of her fingers, almost seemed ready to pop off. Squeezing the rubbery nubbins between her fingers she simultaneously kept tightening and loosening her grip on her breasts, squeezing them again and again to arouse her son.

“They’re so soft, baby. Mommy’s tits are so soft to the touch. I just love squeezing them. I love feeling them in the palms of my hands. It’s like squeezing a sponge, only much, much better because a sponge can’t feel, but my tits can.”

“Uhuhhh…” was all that Marty could utter as his mother was squeezing her melons and talking naughtily to him.

“Would you like to know what they feel like, honey?” Stephanie asked lewdly. Would you like to touch them; touch your mother’s hot tits? Do you want to know what it’s like to touch them, and to feel them fill your hands, and to squeeze them? Would you like to feel mommy’s fucking tits in your hands, baby? Maybe even touch my nipples; mommy’s stiff fucking nipples?”

At this point it wasn’t entirely clear if Stephanie used the words to horn up her son any more than she did to send herself up even more into a sexual frenzy. She was living out the fictional lives of those perverted mother-sluts in her stories to the fullest, and knew the boy wouldn’t be able to resist his hot mother’s ass if she handed it to him on a silver platter.

“Yeah… I would like that. Can I, mom?” Marty said, his shyness disappearing more and more into the background, and the boy becoming more and more confident that he could say or ask anything without his mother ever getting upset.

“Honey, from now on, as long as we are totally alone, you can touch my tits anytime you like. You just put your hands on them; no need to even ask me,” the mother responded perversely, without stopping to think if that is what she would like at all times in reality. If she felt as she did now, she surely would like that, however, and her current feelings dominated her outlook.

“Why don’t you sit in front of me, honey, and put your hands on them? Put your hands on mommy’s tits. Feel them; squeeze them; bounce them in your hands. Do whatever you feel like doing, but remember they are sensitive, so don’t be too rough.”

Martin slowly sat on his knees in front of his seated mother, somewhere between her legs, and although he could smell her arousal wafting up from between her legs, he remained focused on those soft, jiggly mounds of flesh as he got closer to them. He could really see the goose bumps all over her areolas now, and the uneven surface of her stiff buds. From this close, he looked into his mother’s eyes and she smiled at him, egging him on to grope them.

As he raised his hands to reach them, his arms touched the inside of Stephanie’s naked thighs, and the feeling of warm, naked thigh flesh didn’t go unnoticed on the 15-year-old. And Stephanie felt thrilled with merely that short touch alone. How she would enjoy feeling his hands on her thighs later on, if it would get that far.

And then suddenly, what both mother and son were waiting for happened. Stephanie felt the warm touch of her son’s hands as they enclosed her soft tits and carefully squeezed them. She felt his sweaty palms press into her sensitive stiff nipples and push them into her tit flesh like a finger pushes the blowing valve into a filled balloon.

The horny mother closed her eyes and sighed at her son’s touch of her tits. She had never felt this nasty; this depraved; this HOT.

Marty couldn’t believe the feeling of having his own mother’s very soft tits in his fingers. His fingers closed around them, and he could feel the stiff nipples on them - soft and hard at the same time – press into the palms of his hands. His mother’s orbs felt warm and every movement he made on them seemed to get a new reaction from his mother, as he looked up at her face and saw her facial expressions change from one to the next; all of them variations of pleasure. He could notice her breath going quicker and he also noticed that she would lick her lips now and then.

It finally dawned on him what he was doing. He was sitting on his knees between the legs of his half naked mother and manipulating her hot tits, and it was making her feel extremely good. He was actually doing something that he had often fantasized about while jerking off – sometimes with his mother’s dirty panties – and it was what his mother had actually wanted him to do.

Whatever fear and reservation the 15-year-old had was out the window. At that moment, he was not only his mother’s son, but also became his perverted mother’s son.

Read further in Chapter 3...

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