Fucking my son wasn’t something I chose to do, it was something I needed to do. I think any educated being worth their salt knows about Oedipus. Killed his father to fuck his mother. My son didn’t kill my husband but he has taken a keen liking to sticking his cock inside of me. I get asked all the time how it started, when did I first take him. The answer is one day while Mommy and young son were showering together his curious questions got less curious and more devious. As his hands started to wander, Mommy took note of his Oedipus complex. I knew he’d been masturbating to photos of me for quite some time. But now with his hands helping to soap up my tit, the hardness of his young cock wasn’t something that could be ignored. So I did what any good mommy would do. I got down on my knees, and started to give my son’s thick, throbbing cock the attention he deserved. I slid that thick rod into my mouth and started sucking. He was moaning right away, begging Mommy for just a little more. “Please don’t stop Mommy!” He cried out as I swallowed his entire dick.
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