Momma's Boy chapter 1

[VeraSmithy]

English / unfinished

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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.

Title: Momma's Boy
Author: @VeraSmithy
Chapter Tags: #forcedorgasm #submissivefemale #dominantmale #incomplete #incest #squirting #nonconsent #mother #son #unfinished
Content Warnings: #incest #nonconsent
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Momma's Boy

Chapter 1

I could really use some feedback because ive never written a story about incest between a mother and son and would love to get any tips or feedback so i can improve the quality of the writing. Or reach out to me at [email protected].

I hope you all enjoy the story.

MOTHER IS THIS [b]COLOR[/b]
SON IS THIS COLOR

Today, you're staying home to take a mental health day from class. You commute to college from home because housing costs are ludicrous and we live relatively close anyway. Its always been you and me since you were 8. My husband died when he wasn't much younger. I think it could be a factor in his mind.

You've been so emotionally distant for a while. Exams and the homework load is giving you serious burnout, no time to see your friends or build relationships.

I bring breakfast to your door, and check in on you.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Honey, you want some food?”

You don't respond, but I hear sniffling. I open the door and I see you on the edge of of your bed, head your hands, crying.

"Baby? oh...oh baby what's wrong?"

"Mom I cant do this anymore-"

" It's going to be okay -"

I sit on the bed and wrap my arms around you. Maybe that wasn't helpful. All I know, is in this moment, you really need me to just hold you and comfort you and make you feel safe. So I do.

It feels nice. I haven't felt this kind of sweetness from you since you were little. It feels like you're my sweet boy again. You feel like an angel the way your face listens for my heart

You hold me back. You breath deeply in and out.

"I know you'll get through this. You're not alone in this.”

Your hands rub my back.

"Really? You'll always be there for me? No matter what?”
Your hands... they start to wander down my back, pulling me in more than I'm comfortable with. I'm noticing that this isn't affectionate embracing anymore. You're trying to feel me up.

"Honey what're you-?"
You kiss me, awkwardly shoving your tongue in my mouth. Your hands pin my hands above me. Has he always been this strong??

"Mom you're the only one who's there for me. You're the only one who loves me no matter what."

You get more aggressive the way you're touching me. Grinding and dry humping against my crotch. I'm trying to get free but you're so much stronger.

"I've felt so isolated mom. Im so overwhelmed by everything, leaving feels impossible. I need closeness. I need to feel softness. Your softness."

Your precum oozes out and soaks into my clothing. I feel your hardness and heat intensifying. This is so fucked up. How could he do this to me? His MOTHER???

You straddle me and rip my blouse open and rip off some fabric to tie my hands to the posts of your headboard.

You slide down my bra down exposing my chest to you. You're in awe at the sight of my breasts. I try to buck you off. To no avail.

"You have to stop, Im your moth-!"

You kiss me hungrily. Then, you shove your hand into my pants. You move to suckle at my nipples, swirling your tongue. I hate it but it also feels so good. Regardless, I squirm to get away. Im squeezing my legs shut, cutting off access to him down there.

"Mom, PLEASE- "

You look at me, with pleading eyes. They are telling me "Help me." All I want more than anything in the world is to help him.

"Okay baby, I'll help you feel better."

You dive right back in, holding me tight, firmly grasping and exploring every inch of my flesh. I fight every instinct to break free, because I made my choice. I relax my legs and they fall open for you, allowing you to slide down me until your head is between my thighs.

"Ill make you feel good first-"

Before I can think, you plunge your tongue inside me and thumb rubbing and circling my twitching clit. You vigorously fuck my pussy with your mouth, stimulating my clit. I don't want this to feel good but good lord its been so long since I've been touched. If I won't stop this, and if this is helping you... I might as well enjoy it.

I wrap my fingers in your hair, pulling pulling you face closer into my pussy. Your tongue goes deeper, flicking it against my G spot. You wrap your hands on my thighs and dig your nails into my soft flesh, the pain feels so exhilarating and sweet!

Your lips suckle and swirl the tip of your tongue on my clit. All the while thrusting your strong, fingers into my hole, and fuck me so hard I feel like Im going to explode.

"Sweetheart...PLEASE! I'm going to...goint TO AH!"

You hum, your voice vibrates into me as you ceaselessly eat me out.

"NNNOOOOIMCUMMINNNGGGAAAHHH!”

Im drowning and blinded by pleasure as I explode. I feel myself squirt all over my son's face. When I come down, I feel a shame like none other, my face on fire, Im crying. Is it from the sensory overload, the unintentional squirting, or from what we just did? All 3 three?

"Don't be sad, Mom. Im so happy to make you feel so good. But now...I need you-."


To be continued