Pure Incest #2: Slamming Mommy’s Back Door

I sat in the darkened corner of the locker room, watching the ghostly image of my Mother – an enticing, sensual beauty shrouded in mystery through the opaque shower door. She turned off the water, opened the door, and I gasped at the vision there – my Mother is 38 (I’m 19) – but my God, what a body. Long, lean legs; a flat, tight stomach, and firm breasts that look like they belong to an 18-year-old. Her blonde hair – darkened with the wet of the shower water – hung limply down over her shoulders.

The only hint of her age was the shadow of stretch marks on her lower abs, stretch lines from my birth those many years ago. My cock, already swollen and aching with arousal, throbs at the thought I gave those to her, just as I was about to give her something else, something just as memorable…I’m going to take her.

Hard.

From the rear.

This story is no slow, long lead-up, no cool down at the end – just 2,000+ words of hot, raw, incestuous, Mommy-Son sex…