Mommy's Young Man
Copyright© 2023 by Adamz Eve
Chapter 3
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 3 - An awful amount of this story is from my own upbringing but although I hid it from view then, I now realise it was the making of me as a strong alpha male who takes no shit.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual Drunk/Drugged Mind Control Slut Wife Mother Son MaleDom Light Bond Exhibitionism First
I’d had an easy day with college studies and got back home early, with time enough to relax in the shower and think on where I was at with Mother; or should I be saying ‘ mommy ‘? Because Mother and ‘mommy’ are like chalk from cheese. Mother left in her car for the office mornings - ‘mommy’ came to play with me some evenings.
Under the warm shower I began wondering if I’d become my Mothers ‘toy-boy’? Or should I say mothers toy cock? I took hold and looked at my cock; ‘mommy’ certainly had worked wonders on it and no mistake!
I’d glanced at my college chums in the shower and they were nowhere near as ‘develloped ‘ as me! How it had stood up to her demands on it god only knows! And some of those demands were bloody sadistic. Beneath the foreskin were some brutal scars; and my nuts hung like a fully grown man. I smile proudly and began giving the old todger a soft massage.
Pondering on it, maybe her sex-games were satisfing an unconcious desire for sex with underaged boys? She had always been eager to come pick me up at junior-high; often chatting-up and fooling with my chums in the yard? ... She always wore perfume too?
Most men drool at the prospect of breaking-in a school-girl, maybe mother had that desire with schoolboys? All that was needed was the right circumstance and a willing participant?
Under the shower my right hand had been occupied with my cock which had moved from soft lob, through semi-hard and was now reaching solid wood as I figured out how Mom an me had got it together.
Mother was a company executive, giving those arround her guidence, rather than recieving comforting gestures from others. We haden’t been there before. I’d sat there feeling awkward before she turned to me to softly share the source of her sorrow.
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