Sexy Sons and Sinful Step Mothers Bundle (Pseudo Incest Erotica)
3 stories of family fun between a step son and step mother. A woman and her step son are trapped in their house in an earthquake and find themselves in a compromising situation; a woman is blackmailed by her step son when he finds she's lost her job in a humiliating way; a woman sets out to flirt with her step son to prove she still has it, and gets more than she bargained for. More
3 stories of family fun between a step son and step mother. A woman and her step son are trapped in their house in an earthquake and find themselves in a compromising situation; a woman is blackmailed by her step son when he finds she's lost her job in a humiliating way; a woman sets out to flirt with her step son to prove she still has it, and gets more than she bargained for.
These stories are intended for mature audiences, and feature scenes of masturbation, oral sex, spanking, reluctant sex, sexy flirting, steamy sex, and is 15,000 words in length.
This bundle features stories previously published in: Trapped with my Step Son, Blackmailed by my Step Son, and Teasing my Step Son.
“Drop the slacks,” he said, pointing at my belt. “Down to the panties.” I opened my mouth to protest, but he held up a warning finger and waggled it. I gulped, face burning crimson, and fumbled at my belt with numb, fearful fingers. Leather slid through the shining silver buckle, ringing faintly. I paused, trembling. Was I about to do this in front of my step son? Could I? It had been a while since Don and I had been intimate, a long while since I’d had anything more than flirty conversations with a coworker and innuendos to fuel my tank. This wasn’t sexy, though... this was humiliating. Degrading. And he hadn’t even lifted his hand yet.
“You don’t have to do this, mom,” Nate said. My fingers paused on the clasp to my slacks, and I let out a little sigh of relief. “But, of course, I’ll tell Don. The choice is yours.”
I wanted to bolt and run, dash into my room and hide, but the thought of revealing what had happened to my husband was far, far worse than the prospect of getting spanked. I took a slow breath, undid the clasp, and started to tug my pants down.
“Slow,” Nate said. I froze. “Sexy.”
I gulped and nodded. I was in it, now. I turned, facing away, sliding one slightly shaking foot across the hardwood floor, pushing my ass out toward him as I hooked my thumbs into the material of my slacks. My hips rocked from side to side as I worked the pants down, baring the little black panties I wore, peeling the garment around my cheeks and down my thighs. I thought my face would burst into flame from how flushed I felt. There was no way I could ever meet Nate’s eyes again.
“Oh, very nice, mom,” Nate said. I could hear the smile in his words. “Great ass. Come here.”
I sprawled over his legs, mashing my face into the couch as my degrading punishment came to pass. I could feel his eyes on my ass, and felt a gentle wind as his hand swept up into the air. I sucked in a breath and held it not sure how-
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