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I'm not asking for that much contact -- just an occasional phone call... I'm tired of the excuses I read for adult children. When are adult children going to wake up and visit their mothers? They never visit, rarely call and I learn information about my grandchildren on Facebook. They fought horribly during her daughter's vacation periods at home and her daughter maintained radio silence when she was at school.
It wasn't until the daughter was nearing 30 that she rediscovered the joy of close ties with her mother.
She lifted her night gown so her ass and pussy were exposed to the cool air, slid her finger into her wet cunt, and opened her eyes, only to see her son standing in the doorway, shocked, and looking more beautiful than she ever imagined. They came together for the first time, not as a mother and son, but as two lovers. He wanted her big nipples in his mouth and she was happy to oblige. He sucked them into his mouth as she pulled his head into her breasts.
She needed that big cock and that strong body on top of her. It'll be our little secret." She jerked and sucked until he didn't know if he could take it anymore. He knew he didn't have a choice but to fuck her until she couldn't stand up. "That's it you nasty bitch, fuck your son like a wanton whore. Make yourself cum on this cock." "I can't believe I'm fucking my son! " She screamed as her whole body rocked with an orgasm.
She didn't care if it was her son, she needed it, and by the looks of it so did he. Mommy will take care of you." She moaned, her fingers moving faster than usual. That's what she wanted, and he was going to deliver. " she thought as she could feel herself inching closer to orgasm.
It was something he couldn't have, and he'd be better off forgetting it. She almost teared up as she thought about how much they'd grown. She closed her eyes and remembered breast feeding them. Her youngest was ok, but Michael hadn't taken his father leaving as well Tim. He'd probably still be awake, playing on his phone or something.
She missed that time, when they looked to her for comfort and nourishment. He seemed so angry and hurt, to the point of being withdrawn. Emboldened by the wine, she decided to go upstairs and talk to him. She downed the wine and went upstairs, determined to re-connect with her boy, not sure of what she'd find. Peaking inside, she felt an odd sense of relief when she saw him fast asleep.