Mom Series
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Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - I lost everything in one month—my job, my girlfriend, my dog, even my house. With nowhere else to go, I called the one person I could always trust: my mom. She told me to come stay with her at her new condo on Padre Island. I thought she would be angry or give me a big lecture, but instead, she welcomed me with love, care, and a warm smile. Living with her again felt strange at first. We’ve always been close, more like friends than just mother and son. But now.....Read full story.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Cream Pie First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking BBW Big Breasts Slow
When the day to leave for Hong Kong came, I was so excited that I could barely sleep the night before and almost wasn’t awoken by my cell phone alarm. Groggily I stumbled out of bed and wiped the sleep from my eyes. Mom was already up and flying around our room gathering up last minute things to pack.
I figured she’d have like ten bags, but she’d only packed two. Just clothes and the essentials. I liked that about mom. She wasn’t super high-maintenance, such as my ex and other girls I’d been with.
We ate a quick breakfast and took a cab to the airport, where we caught a connection to Houston. At Houston we had to wait a couple hours for our flight, but that was okay. We killed time at a bar, kicked back a couple cold ones, and had some decent burritos at a restaurant. Finally it was time to go.
I’d never flown a lot, only a couple short flights to Houston and Dallas. I’d never been on a big aircraft, either, and our plane was massive. The thing was like a flying building, must have seated over 200 people.
The few times I flew prior were all coach. And I must say that the change to first class wasn’t an imposition at all. No sir. Didn’t take much getting used to. The seats were huge and comfy. Plenty of leg room, and I really liked the large screen monitors we had to watch and listen to stuff. There must have been like a thousand TV and music channels on them.
First class definitely had better food, too. For dinner we had some honey chicken and rice thing that was scrumptious. And shortly after take-off they began to ply us with complimentary wines and champagne and fancy beers that flowed non-stop throughout the flight. Eventually mom and I were both pretty toasted.
Mom had the window seat. I leaned over to her and began to run my hand along her sheer stocking covered thigh. She was wearing a microscopic black jean mini that left nothing to the imagination, but my imagination was running wild. I leaned over and began to whisper into her ear:
“Damn, you’re looking hot, baby.” I don’t think I’d ever called her “baby” before.
“You’re drunk...” She retorted, kind of slurring her words.
“So are you.”
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