And a reminder of the last few lines from chapter 5: "Miranda Collington, will you marry me?" Curtis asked. "Yes," she smiled and I stood back up and kissed her with a mixture of tenderness and passion. When the kiss finally broke, Miranda said, "So we need to really hurry if we are going to get married today." "Today?" I repeated, surprised by her words. "Well, while in Rome," she shrugged, leading me to a taxi. "But first, I need a dress." What Mom Knows Fucks Her in White Twenty minutes later, we were at a bridal shop and Miranda was trying on wedding dresses. I couldn'… Pročitajte više

The rest of the days until the wedding was the best rerun of all time. I lived my own sexual Groundhog Day. I was usually wakened by Mom with her superb cocksucking lips. This was followed by a lengthy fuck session, where I blasted my first load of the day into Mom...usually her eager mouth; I then went to school and tried to learn, my mind preoccupied with my wild sex life...except in philosophy class where Professor Williams seemed like another MILF I hoped I could one day pillage. I came home for supper, which usually included, if Dad was home, a quick poke, a quick suck and occasionally an… Pročitajte više

Until I read stories on Literotica, I had no idea how many sons had fantasies...or sometimes realities...of having sex with their Mother. I mean, it is not really a conversation one has with their buddies. Imagine this: "Dude, you know who I would really like to fuck?" "Anyone who moves, I imagine." "True. But do you know who my most constant late night focus of my daily stroke-fest sessions?" "Beth, the head cheerleader?" "She's in the top five, no doubt." "Well, who would be number one then?" "Promise you won't judge?" "No." "Seriously, this is really embarrassing.… Pročitajte više