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"Come here," my son growled...

"Come here," my son growled.

"Now wait just a minute!" I gasped. I gasped again when his big organ slapped my doughy stomach. "W-we, um, Tommy, I--I think we might be getting carried away by the moment."


"So?" he said. His voice was gruff and young and without reservation. His lips found mine and for an instant I was transported back to my own wild teenage days. He tasted like chlorine and like pure, impulsive man. My man. I'd made him, and I made that incredible thing he was rubbing between my legs!

"So I'm your mother," I said, still unsure if I was struggling with him because I wanted to stop this or if I wanted him to pin me down.

His fingers encircled my wrists and slammed them onto the pillow. "Yes," he grunted into my neck. His lips closed on my throat and his teeth bit down like a vampire.

"Mmh!" I grunted back. I flailed my thick thighs against his iron abdominals but he just chuckled and whipped my knee around his hip.

"That's where you should be," he said. He pinned my thigh against his naked waist with one bulge of his bicep. His heavy penis slapped my mound.

"I won't let you do this," I huffed. "It's wrong, baby."

He cupped my cheeks in his palm and forced me to look at him. "I don't care," he said. His lips slipped over mine and I would not refuse his tongue. He moaned into the kiss and sent chills dancing up my spine. "I want you," he whispered into my lips. "I want to make you feel good, mom. Does it feel good?"

I locked my ankles behind his perfect ass and rubbed my pussy into his scrotum. He was still wet from the pool and I'd been wet since I scrolled through his phone. "It feels good," I admitted. "You make me feel so good."

"So can we do this?" he whispered in my ear. He kissed down my jaw until he came to my chin, then wrenched my face aside with his muscular neck and inhaled my skin. One of my wrists was still pinned over my head and my whole body trembled at his assault. "Will you let me do this?" he grunted.

"I don't think I can stop you," I panted. He pushed his balls into my slippery pussy and I sighed with longing. I squeezed my thighs together to bring him even closer to my slit. "Quick," I whispered. "Do it quick before I change my mind."

"Thank you, mommy," he moaned. He reached down to grab his monstrous cock. "I'm so fucking hard for you."

"I know," I whispered to the ceiling. "God help me..."

And then he pushed.

Tommy filled me the way few other men have. He wasn't slow but I was so wet he didn't have to be. Still, it had been a long time, and that first thrust wasn't entirely pleasant. I cried out as he penetrated me, and loud enough to make him pause. "Mom?" he asked.

"Keep going," I begged. "It's just been a while. I-I'll get used to it."

"Do you want me to go slow?"

"No!" I groaned, throwing my head from side to side. "No, I want you to fuck me. Just imagine I'm one of your pretty sluts."

Tommy grabbed my thick ass and rolled his penis inside me. "No, mom. You're not like them. I'm going to make love to you."

"Oh, baby," I groaned. I dug my fingers into the back of his neck and cried out again when he thrust inside me. How could I have forget how good this felt? It was like my first time all over again...

Excerpt from Mama’s Boys: Omnibus. All three volumes of this series are now available on Smashwords at 25% off!

My brother was always there for me...

My brother was always there for me, always ready to right wrongs and soothe my pains. We were military brats, so our parents carted us from one new school to the other, forever uprooting us, forever forcing us to leave our friends and rely on each other. I would have been lost without Jayden. Dad wasn’t a gentle man, mom wasn’t a proud woman. I never felt safe unless I was in my brother’s arms.

When we took it to the next step, when we finally turned our affections into physical expressions, nothing made me feel so complete.

Sometimes it was torturous to be apart from him. More than sometimes. Most times I was without my twin I felt like a flower deprived of the sun. I demanded that he see me as often as he could; I didn’t care where he was or what he was doing. “You belong to me,” I reminded him over the phone. As if he needed reminding.

It was almost midnight when I felt his nails glide up my neck. The TV was still on but it was just white noise in my ears. The colors played over the faces of my roommates, their eyes shut and their heads tilted back on the cushions. The combination of college stress and too much pizza had taken its toll. I slumped against Jayden’s chest. “They like you,” I murmured.

“I like them,” he said. His fingers sifted through my hair and massaged my roots.

I purred into his sweater. “Don’t like them too much,” I muttered. “You don’t want to make me jealous.”

“No,” he agreed. “I wouldn’t want that.” He pulled my hair just firmly enough to tilt my head back.

I sighed into his kiss. My whole body tensed for action. “Here?” I breathed. “Right here?”

“No,” he said. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”


I refused. I slid my hand lower until I cupped his crotch. “I want you to do me right here,” I said. “I want them to wake up and know you belong to me.”

He pulled me close and wrapped his big arm around me. His hand slid between my legs and applied a firm pressure. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “You always want everything right away,” he murmured in my ear. “You need to be more patient.”

“But I’m a brat,” I said. I kissed his throat, and squeezed my thighs over his fingers. “I’m an empty brat, and I need you to fill me with all your big, fat, patience.” I blew two hot jets of air from my nostrils when his finger rolled across my clit.

“In my lap,” he commanded. He slid me tight up against him and I quickly slid my thighs over his. If Denise or Serena woke up they’d think I was just sitting on him. Nothing wrong with that, right? An affectionate sister giving her brother a nice, big hug. But if they watched the subtle undulation of my hips they’d realize that Jayden’s hand was in my pants, his fingers torturing my pussy…

Excerpt from Sibling Affairs: Omnibus. All three volumes of this series are now available on Smashwords at 25% off!

"You can do it, daddy..."

“You can do it, daddy,” I encouraged him. “Wait for me. Wait for me and mommy. You’re fucking both of us.”

“Jesus Christ,” he gasped. His face was a portrait of lust, of frustration, of suffering and the sublime. My tight pussy was the portal to heaven and he so badly wanted to slide all the way through.


But I wasn’t quite there yet. “I’ll ride your cock every night,” I promised him. “I’ll rub you down and suck your cock and let you stick it in me after every date, daddy. Just wait for me,” I pleaded. “I want to cum with you. Please, daddy. Dream. Dream harder!” I was begging him not to cum even while I wiggled my ass up and down his mighty shaft. What a lucky girl I was, I thought, in the depths of my depravity, to have a father so gentle and so kind and so well hung and so willing to fuck me in his dreams. “Spank me,” I gasped. His thick hand swatted my red ass and I screamed, “Do it again!”

He spanked me. My father spanked his little girl while he stretched her dirty cunt. “Do it again!” I screamed. “Spank me while you cum in me, daddy!”

My father came in me so hard I thought there was no way I couldn’t be pregnant. I was on birth control and had been for years, but that was the crazy thought that broke my brain, as I shuddered in a climax to end all climaxes. I’d never felt so much cum. It jettisoned up my canal as my father spanked me, and fucked me, and pumped me with his enormous cock. I rode pulsation after pulsation of warm relief until our mingled juices were trickling down his balls.

“Do it for mommy,” I moaned. “Fill your little girl, daddy. Make her into your new mommy.” Wiggling on his cock as he ejaculated was almost better than what came before. When he’d softened a little he was still so big that I could undulate on his shaft, rolling him inside me to press against all the wondrous spots that no other man could touch. I came again on his cock as the final twitches of his semen splashed my cervix.

“Now sleep, daddy,” I murmured. “Go to sleep while I clean up.”

Excerpt from Daddy Issues: Omnibus. All three volumes of this series are now available on Smashwords at 25% off!