Bedroom With Stepmother
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Chapter 1: Plane Crash
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: Plane Crash - Alex, an 18-year-old high schooler, lives a seemingly ordinary life with his loving mother, Monica, and his bubbly 7-year-old sister, Maria. Things got interesting when his Mom wants to sleep in...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Cheating Incest Mother Son Aunt Harem Anal Sex Cream Pie Massage Masturbation Safe Sex Sex Toys BBW Big Breasts
John gave his wife a final kiss before boarding the military aircraft.
“I don’t want you to go.” She whimpered.
“Honey, I have to ... I’m sorry.”
Monica gazed up at him, her big green eyes full of tears.
“What if you get hurt ... or get killed?”
“Babe, that’s not gonna happen ... I promise you.” John said confidently.
As he boarded the plane with the rest of his battalion John gave a final wave back to his family. Monica forced a smile and waved back, her 6 year old daughter Maria stood by her side, holding her hand.
On the other side of her was Alex, her lean handsome 18 year old son.
In the face, Monica Hill looked like a 38 year old version of the actress Melora Hardin. Her body was what many would call voluptuous. It’s not that she was fat, or even chubby for that matter. She just had all the right curves, in all the right places.
Even with his mind full of uncertainty John couldn’t help but admire her beauty from the door of the plane. Her thin cotton baby-blue mini-skirt showed off the flowing contours of her hips and left bare the golden brown glow of her long luscious legs. Her button up white satin stretch blouse hugged the enormity of her middle-aged breasts.
Her sexy little feet were displayed in a pair of dainty sandals with a 4 inch heel. A row of baby blue rhinestones lined the strap crossing her foot, right about her cute little toes with their painted toenails.
The site of her beautiful legs made John think about all those nights he had them wrapped around him. All the times that Monica had clutched him with her silky softness while he bucked in the smooth warm flesh of her saddle.
While they did this he would often look back in the mirror across from their bed and marvel at the way her strong legs were wrapped around his midsection, her tiny bare feet flexing and pointing towards the ceiling.
One of the other soldiers broke John from his trance.
“Sergeant Hill, we gotta move, sir.”
As the aircrafts door closed Monica sniffled and wiped another tear away. She slid her arm around her son and leaned her head to one side, resting it on his shoulder.
“BOOM!!!”
It was nearly two months later that the roadside bomb rattled the humvee with John inside. The vehicle toppled into the desert sand, its occupants SCREAMING in pain.
John only remembered a few moments before blacking out. He hung upside down. The door had imploded from the blast and crushed his legs. He could feel the blood trickling from a gash in his forehead.