Taking My Father’s Place
Copyright© 2025 by D.G.L
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - J.J. Wallace secretly desires his mother, Jonelle, a lonely woman neglected by her husband. While his father is away, J.J. begins gently seducing her, awakening feelings she’s long suppressed. Hesitant at first, Jonelle slowly surrenders to his tender touch and loving words. As passion blazes between them, J.J. transforms her fear into love, binding them in a forbidden relationship that defies family and morality.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Fiction Cuckold Wimp Husband Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Cream Pie Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Big Breasts Hairy Needles Size Transformation
My campaign to seduce my mother continued to move forward, although I was never sure when it would move to another stage. Almost three months to the day after I started it, I got up one morning, slipped on sweatpants and a T-shirt, and went out to have breakfast, just like I always did. The house, as always, was filled with wonderful smells from Mother’s cooking. She was standing at the stove when I walked into the kitchen. Today she was wearing another of her faded housedresses, this one a faded blue color.
“Good morning, Mother,” I said. I walked over, slid my arms around her from behind, gave her a hug, buried my face in her hair, and kissed her on the neck, just below her ear. Mother’s response was a soft, sensual giggle and a little wiggle of her body. Her bottom was pressed against me and that wiggle caused an immediate reaction in my groin. I pulled my hips back to keep her from feeling my body’s response to contact with hers.
Reluctantly I released her, turned, and poured myself a cup of coffee. Then I walked to the kitchen table and sat down. Mother brought a plate holding a heap of with corn beef hash that had poached eggs atop it over to the table and set it in front of me. She walked back to the counter, got herself a cup of coffee, then she joined me at the table, sitting in a chair next to mine.
“How was your night?” she asked.
I finished chewing what I had in my mouth, swallowed, then washed it down with some coffee. “Busy,” I said. “Scott and I had to bust a guy who’s been stalking his ex-wife. He broke into her house and was beating the crap out of her and her new boyfriend when we got there.”
Mother shook her head and frowned. “Your job is so dangerous,” she said. “I’m always worried you’ll get hurt.”
I took her hand and squeezed it. “I try to be as careful as I can,” I told her. “The thing I’m always thinking about is keeping myself safe so I can come home to you.”
Mother squeezed my hand back. “You darn well better come home to me,” she said. “I’d be real upset if you didn’t.”
I grinned at her. “I’d be upset, too.”
I finished my breakfast, got up, took my dishes to the sink, and rinsed them off. As I did, I heard Mother sliding her chair back. When I turned around, she was walking toward me. I noticed that she’d left her coffee cup on the table. She walked over to where I stood in front of the sink, wrapped her arms around me, buried her face against my chest, and gave me a fierce hug.
“I worry about you getting hurt every night,” she murmured. She tightened her arms again. “I don’t think I could live if something happened to you.”
I’d slid my arms around her and squeezed her back. “Nothing’s going to happen to me,” I told her.
“Having you around is the only thing that keeps me from goin’ crazy,” Mother said softly. She gave me another squeeze.
It felt way too good having her body pressed against mine. My body was responding the way the body of any sensible heterosexual male would have. I tried to keep my hips pulled back so Mother wouldn’t feel the erection that was starting to tent my sweatpants.
“It was awful here when you was off at college,” she continued. “I didn’t have hardly nobody to talk to.”
I could feel her shaking a little, then I felt wetness soaking through my T-shirt and realized she was crying. “Mother, it’s all right,” I said. “I’m home now and I’m not leaving.”
Mother leaned back in my arms and looked up at me. Her eyes were red and still filled with tears. “Someday ... someday you’re ... you’ll find a girl, then you’ll get married and leave me here alone again,” she said softly. A tear seeped out of her right eye and made a trail down her cheek.
I wiped the tear away with one finger, then I kissed her on the forehead, pulled back, and looked her directly in the eyes. “I’m holding the only woman I ever want in my life in my arms right now,” I told her. “I’m never, ever going to leave you ... unless you tell me to go away.”
Mother pressed herself against me again and gave me a hug that was even stronger than the ones she’d given me earlier. The way she her body was plastered to mine, she had to have felt my erection pressing against her. “You aren’t just sayin’ that, are you?” she murmured against my chest.
I combed my fingers through her hair as I held her. “No, I’m not just saying that,” I said. “I mean it. There is no way I’m ever going to leave you again. I’m not planning to leave this mountain, but if I ever do, I promise you’ll be going with me.”
“What ... what about your ... your father?” she murmured.
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