You were going to just ask if you could have a snack, but just as you were about to push on the door that was left ajar, you decide to peek in first instead.  With the door open a few inches, you could clearly see mommy standing there, her back to you, as she unzips her dress.  You see her pink panties, her pink garter belt.  As she slides her dress off her shoulders it puddles around her feet; she steps out of it, and walks over to her vanity.

The sight of her sitting there, brushing out her hair is having an unexpected effect on you.  You feel the all-too-familiar swelling in your pants as you can’t seem to tear your eyes away.  The blood rushes to your face – leaving you flushed; the blood also rushes to another part of your anatomy, filling your head with thoughts you thought not possible…at least not about your mom.

You don’t know why, but you find your hand reaching down and touching what your mommy embarrassingly stills refers to as “Mr. PeePee.”  He approves of the attention you give it, and seems to demand more…more as it throbs and pulsates with a mind and need of its own, like a newborn baby demanding attention from its mommy.

You are lost in your own rhythms, as you don’t notice your mommy catching the image of you in the mirror in front of her – the image of you touching yourself uncontrollably yet a bit awkwardly, revealing the instinct to stroke, but lacking in the execution to truly satisfy.

She simply continues to brush her hair as she quietly but firmly commands you to come in.   Her soft order disrupts you and your activity, as the flush on your face is renewed.  She doesn’t try to cover herself up, but simply smiles when she turns around to look at you.

With her hands crossed in front and resting them on her knees, she says, “You enjoy what you see” – it was a statement not a question.

You try and feint ignorance, but your mommy – the one that had once held you as a baby, changed your diapers and nursed you at her bosom, knows you all to well.  With a wave of her hand and a soft chuckle, she stands up, takes your hand in hers and leads you to her bed.  Your heart races; your eyes linger on your mommy’s panties, her bra, her garter belt, her silky stockings; she touches you where your hand once was and continues where you had left off.

“It’s all right dear; I know all about such things…let me teach you….”

Care to help me finish my little fantasy?  Give me a call and we can do so together…taboo has never been so delicious…

Gina

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I was remembering my son’s first time the other day…the day I took his virginity…

…I had walked in on my son while he was masturbating under his covers. He was taken completely by surprise and immediately stopped pulling on his little cock. I just smiled at him, walked up to the bed and said no need to stop. He was very shy and coy about what he was doing – it was sweet. I pulled the blanket back and there I saw his throbbing boner standing straight upright.

I asked him, “Did you hear Mom masturbating and it made you want to rub your cock?”

He responded in a weak voice, “Uhmm… yeah Mom… is that bad?”

I told him no, of course not and leaned forward and kissed his lips while sliding my hand down to place his hand in between my thighs to have him feel the heat between my legs.  At the same time I took my hand and started stroking his thick cock. As I stuck my tongue down his throat I could feel him increase his breathing and his penis was throbbing so intensely. I lean over to his ear and told him that Mother was going to teach him all about a woman’s body and how to please a woman right.

I asked him, “You want to please Mommy don’t you?”

He replied, “Yes Mom, I will do whatever you say to make you happy.”

And that is how it happened…how my son lost his virginity to me.

Is it any wonder why I love mommy/son role play so much?? Taking son’s virginity is so deliciously naughty, dontcha think?

Gina

I wish each and everyone of you a lovely and love filled holiday.   May you find love and joy and blessings at your table this Thanksgiving, may your stomachs be full of good food and your hearts be full of love.  May you know nothing but happiness and joy this Thanksgiving.

Hugs and Kisses and Blessing and Wishes,

Mommy Liz

This Thanksgiving holiday with its blessings so grand
Should serve to remind us of the joys at hand
The friendships we treasure, our families dear
The love we’ve been given and shared, year to year
The food at our tables, where many have none
The dawn of each morning beneath the bright sun
The dreams that we carry; the warmth in our hearts
That bring us together when we are apart.

The walks by the lakeshore as stars light the sky
The joys in the children who quickly pass by
The stillness of nature, the comforts of home
Each blessing the greatest that could ever be known
The warm, pleasured scents from the kitchen, delight
Arousing the senses near the firelight
The wondrous decor of the season to come
Good tidings, best wishes for everyone.

The freedom we hold, so to live peacefully
The soldiers who serve us, so diligently
The air that we breathe, the flowers we grow
The brightness of spring, the coldness of snow
Our sons and daughters, our husbands and wives
And the furry creatures who capture our lives –
All are blessings we’re given to cherish, always
Yet, especially so on Thanksgiving Day.

Celebrate this time for the beauty abound
Be thankful for all of the blessings you’ve found
For in the end, blessed you will truly be –
A soul filled with love, peace and harmony
Happy Thanksgiving, my friends; I am blessed, indeed
I am thankful for the love you have shared, selflessly
May each road that you travel be paved with a smile
Have a wonderful holiday….enjoyed in style!

May you have many blessings This Thanksgiving Day.

Stacie

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