Mom's Boyfriend
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Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Ryan goes with his mom to a wedding. But his mom tells everyone that Ryan is her boyfriend, not her son. It was only a small lie to make her old friends jealous. But soon, things start to feel strange. They have to act close, and the fake love starts to feel real. Ryan feels confused. He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t stop his feelings. One lie turns their weekend into a secret full of love, desire, and temptation.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Mother Son Cream Pie Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Slow
However, she wasn’t having any of it. It was the second marriage of one of her old cheerleader friends from High School and the whole team would be there, for the first time since they’d graduated two dozen years ago; and they were a bunch of judgemental bitches who wouldn’t believe she was just going through a fallow patch since she’d broken with her last boyfriend. “You could go,” she had suddenly suggested.
“Sure,” he had replied, not sure how taking her son would solve the problem of being thought to be a singleton.
“As my boyfriend,” she added, “Everyone would die if I turned up with a toyboy.” Immediately he knew it was a bad idea and said no, except his Mom could be very persuasive, especially when she did her ‘poor little me’ routine and fluttered her eyelids like she was a blonde in distress.
So here he was, a whole weekend of pretending to be his Mom’s lover, it was made no better by the fact she seemed to be enjoying the whole deception, a fooling her old friends seemed to be immensely appealing. He couldn’t believe he had agreed, but now they were here he’d just have to go along with it and hope they could pull it off. His Mom was at the reception, booking them in and taking the key. He picked up the holdall and then took the handle of the suitcase, just the one -- they were sharing a room, a double at that -- his Mom pointing out everyone would be suspicious if they had separate rooms or even a twin. He had suggested he sleep on the couch, but she had said that was dumb and not good for his back, there was nothing wrong with them sharing a bed; they’d done it lots of time when he was younger, so what was the difference now? He didn’t tell her.
Once inside the room Ryan let out a sigh of relief as he closed the door behind him; in the room, safe from prying eyes he could relax -- it had been more stressful than he had imagined, though his Mom still seemed pretty laid back, as if it was something they did every weekend. She was unzipping the suitcase and getting out their clothes. “I talked to the girls earlier,” she said as she slipped one of his shirts onto a hangar and putting it in the wardrobe, “Katie...”[that was the bride] “ ... is eating with her family, so the rest of us are grabbing some food in the hotel bar about eight and she’ll join us for drinks about ten.”
He nodded, resigned to an evening when his Mom pretended to flirt with him and he pretended to enjoy it, and sometimes flirt back. Not that his Mom was unattractive, not having put on much weight from her cheerleader days, except perhaps around her bosoms -- which were larger than average but not excessively so and whose hair remained blonde without needing any additional help. More than one of his friends had let their gaze linger a little too long when she’d knocked on his room door and come into to deposit his laundry on the side board. How she was so unlucky with guys was a mystery, but not one it was his job to solve.