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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!