Meisnnys: Stories

Tim and Owen wanted one thing for their graduation.

John and his mother fooling around

When a mother cries, her son is there to comfort

“I’m not that hard to read, am I? Or do I need to spell it out for you… nice and slow?”

My mother-in-law's jeans clung awkwardly at her knees, but I didn't care she was bare where it mattered, her pussy slick and ready. I lowered her onto my cock, and we both gasped as I slid inside, her wet pussy enveloping me effortlessly.

“It’s just a game, Mom,” he said, trying to ease her nerves. “I know,” she replied, her voice tight. “It’s just… I don’t like watching it.”

In the suffocating silence of a home haunted by loss, a widow finds herself drowning in an ocean of grief. Her son returns not just as a pillar of strength, but as an answer to a prayer her body was too afraid to voice. As they cross the final, most sacred boundary, they discover that the only comfort deep enough to fill the void of death is a love so profound, it must be forbidden.

I fucked Mom for mother's day