I'm Her Medication
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Chapter 16
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16 - When mom got kidnapped and trained as a sex addict, I became her Medication. "A shudder went through Mom's body as she slowly parted her lips, letting me slip the tip of my thumb between them, feeling the wetness of her mouth, and then the tip of her tongue brushing against it."
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Cream Pie First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Slow
When I awoke, it was dark. The illuminated clock on my bedroom dresser telling me it was nearly 8:00 P.M. I got up, painfully erect and changed clothes, dressing in a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. Again, the day’s events played through my head, but the confusion I had been feeling seemed to have dissipated. Everything seemed clear to me now.
I made my way downstairs, following the wonderful smell of one of Mom’s secret casseroles baking in the oven. Mom was at the sink, washing dishes and I wasn’t really surprised to see her still in her little purple negligee, now complemented by a pair of backless pumps with high, narrow heels, making Mom’s legs look longer and shapelier than ever. The gauzy material of her nightie made it clear that she wasn’t wearing panties ... her buttocks looking full and inviting.
“Mom,” I said, standing at the kitchen door. “Are you okay?”
Mom looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes a bit red from crying and gave me a smile. “Getting there, John. You going with me today and standing up for me helped.” She returned to her dishes as I stood in the doorway and admired her lush, nearly naked body, feeling my cock throb and ache at the sight of her. Finally, Mom looked over her shoulder again and said, “Are you hungry? Supper’s about thirty minutes away if you can wait.”
I moved into the kitchen towards my mother. “I’m hungry alright,” I said sort of nonchalantly.
Mom finished her washing and drying her hands on a dish towel, turned to face me, starting a bit as I was now only inches away from her. “I can fix you a snack to tide you over, son.” She started to say more, but stopped when I gently placed my finger over her lips.
“I’m hungry, Mom, but not for food.”