Moms and Their Baby Boys


A.J. Mayes

Lot's Cave, Inc.

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Moms and Their Baby Boys


A.J. Mayes

Lot's Cave, Inc.


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€ 4,99


A three-pack bundle of stories with mothers who embrace the taboo of incest with their handsome sons. Hormones raging, Lacie, Britt, and Danj show their sons what sex with mature, experienced women in like. The sex is wild and nonstop as moms and sons travel down the road to depravity. This is the second bundle of Mothers and their Baby Boys. The third in the series will be out soon.

“Shit, son. You scared me. Everything okay?”

“I’m good, mom. Just having trouble sleeping.”

“Me too. I’m hoping wine will help.” She lowered her eyes, admiring the growing slab of meat trying to escape his shorts. “Want some?”

“You’re staring at my dick. Like what you see?”

“Shit. I’m sorry, son.” She peeled her eyes from his cock. “You’ve grown into a handsome man. Hell, you’re a Greek God. I forgot you’re my son for a moment.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, mom.”

“What do you expect me to say?” With a mind of their own, her eyes lowered, and seeing a good portion of his swollen cock above the waistband, licked her lips. “Please, son, put that thing away. I’m your mother. It doesn’t matter what I think.”

“It matters to me.” He pushed the briefs down and kicked them aside. “My dick scared all the girls I dated in college. I need to know what a woman thinks. Tell me.”

Her eyes glued to his enormous cock, she sucked in a breath as juices seeped onto her inner thighs. “Not many women can handle a dick that big, son. Find one who can, she’ll love you forever.”

“Are you a woman who can handle it?”

Her heart lodged in her throat, she nodded.

He slowly stroked his turgid erection. “Please, mom. Take your robe off.”

“I-I can’t, s-son.” She took a breath. “I might do something we’ll both regret.”

“I watched you fucking yourself with a dildo, and heard you begging me to fuck you harder. I know you want me.”

“Maybe I do, but you’re my son. Incest is a horrible sin. We can’t take it back.”

“I don’t care, mom.” Jaw set, he stared her down. “Take the robe off.”

Her heart stuttered, then beat fast as she looked into his smoldering eyes a moment, an eternity for her. Knowing it was futile to resist, she drank half the glass of liquid courage and buried her sense of propriety in the farthest recesses of her mind. She untied the robe’s sash, letting the silk fall to the tile floor. “I hope you’re not disappointed, son. I’m not a twenty-two-year-old college cheerleader anymore.”

“Are you serious? Mom, you’re smoking hot. Your body puts coeds to shame. You could still make the squad at any college.”

She trembled as he covered the distance between them, and pulling her close, kissed her. Breathless, she ran a finger over his jaw. “Please don’t hate me. I need you, son.”

“I could never hate you, mom. I love you.”

He scooped her into his arms, and feeling light as a feather, she nuzzled his neck as he carried her to the master. “Love you too.”

Her blood boiling as he set her on the bed, she moved to the middle, and spreading her legs, massaged her enflamed clit. “No foreplay this time. Mom likes it rough, son.”
“I heard.”



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