Veronica's Erotica

Tasty Taboo & Raunchy Romance

The official website of Veronica Sloan, writer of dirty books. If you enjoy steamy stories, explicit affairs, and taboo tales, she's probably got something for you.

Moms get horny, too...

Good evening, my sexy darlings. This one took a bit longer than I planned, but I think it’s worth the wait. My first volume of mother/son taboo was such a success that I wanted to make the next one extra steamy :))))

Moms get horny, too. Even the sweetest mommy has dirty thoughts and desires, secret fantasies she’ll never share aloud. In this collection of short stories, those fantasies become reality. Four mothers indulge in four explicit acts of taboo that their sons will never forget. You don’t want your family to catch you reading this naughty volume. It’s sure to earn you a spanking…

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The stories in this collection:

  • Homecoming - Years ago, Jennifer and her son began an incestuous relationship. Their forbidden lust blossomed into a tender need, but when Zachary met his wife they vowed to end their affair. Resisting temptation was easy when they lived so far apart, but today Zack is driving to his mother to help her fix up the house. It’s a scorching summer morning in the Georgia countryside, and they’ll be all alone…
  • Sex Ed - Diana’s husband Bruce is a dominant alpha male, but their son isn’t quite as confident with the ladies. Tired of waiting for him to man up, Bruce takes matters into his own hands. His son is going to lose his virginity today, and Diana is going to help!
  • What She Can’t Get at Home - Too old to satisfy his younger wife, Ian gives her permission to have an affair. Brenda is reluctant to accept the offer, and even more so when Ian enlists their son Donny to watch over her. At first Donny is repulsed by this assignment, but watching his mother get hit on by younger men has an unexpected effect. Now he can’t stop imagining his horny mom spreading her legs for him…
  • My Son’s Peculiar Condition - Dana used to be a slut, but she’s all better now. So what if she goes to sleep every night fantasizing about a big, thick replacement for her husband’s tiny cock? Dana’s a good girl now. No more crazy. But then her son comes down with a peculiar condition that makes his already enormous penis even bigger. The doctor says it needs to be massaged every day or risk permanent damage. With the situation so dire, Dana can’t leave anything to chance. She’s going to lend her naive boy a hand…

EXCERPT:

From “My Son’s Peculiar Condition”:

My breath caught in my throat. If Christopher was a more confident boy, I might have believed this was a joke. If my doctor was not uncomfortably honest, I would have laughed myself stupid. The bulge in Christopher’s undershorts just couldn’t be real. “Oh…” I breathed. “Honey, you…you shouldn’t be wearing such tight underpants.”

His thumbs paused at the elastic waistband. “If I wear boxers, sometimes it…hangs out.”

My knees threatened to give way. “Oh?” I said. “But do your balls–do your testicles–get sore?”

“Sometimes,” he said. He hooked his fingers into the band and began to pull his shorts down. “Is that normal?”

As the cotton peeled away from my son’s foreskin, I could only shake my head. Nothing about this was normal. The penis rolled out of his underpants like a swollen limb. Several veins were visible beneath the pink flesh, in places flushed from the inflammation. The foreskin was puffy, the head an angry scarlet. One vein, that traveled along his shaft in a zig-zag, looked to be as fat as my little finger. I followed it back to where it curled from his thicket of black pubic hair, all the way to his enormous base. His thickness was even more impressive than his length, to the degree that I seriously wondered if his girth was wider than his father’s entire penis! When Christopher throbbed, his manhood resembled a baby snake rising from a nap. “Ahh!” he grunted.

“Does it hurt?” I whispered.

“Yeah,” he said. “Is it broken?”

“No,” I said reassuringly. “No, honey. It’s just…big.” It was even harder to open the jar now. I was suddenly all thumbs. “Th-this is going to make the swelling go down. Okay?” The cap popped off and I didn’t see where it landed. My eyes were focused on the mouth-watering shaft before me. “Sit down,” I ordered, as I dipped my fingers into the cream.

When Christopher sat on the edge of the bed, his cock rolled over his naked thighs. I kneeled before him, exerting all my willpower to ignore my muscle memory. Many times I’d kneeled in front of Curtis like this, his naked cock twitching at my approach. But Christopher, to my amazement, was even bigger than my ex-boyfriend. “This is going to be a little cold,” I said, and spread the cream over my palms. “Pay attention to what mommy does.”

When my palms were greasy with the cream, I tried to wrap my fingers around his base. It jerked at the first brush of my fingertips. “Easy,” I coaxed him. “It’s a very sensitive body part, I know, but this should feel good.” It leapt again, like a blushing eel breaking the surface of the water. “Ahhh!” I gasped, when I felt the blood filling the shaft.

“Mmmhh!” Christopher moaned. “I…I don’t know.”

“Trust mommy,” I whispered. I encircled him with my fingers (or tried to) and rubbed the lotion into the swollen foreskin. “That’s why boys do this, because it feels good.” He pulsed beneath my thumbs…and I tried not to faint.

“B-but dad said I can’t,” Christopher muttered.

“I won’t tell him if you won’t.” I squeezed my fingers up to the bullet-shaped cockhead and the shaft wriggled in my grip.

“Oh no,” he whimpered. “It’s getting harder.”

“That will happen. But when we’re finished it will be soft.”

“No,” he moaned. “No, it never gets softer, it just gets harder and harder…”

I slathered another dollop of cream onto my son’s penis and worked it into the enflamed skin. He groaned as I worked my way down to his scrotum. “Ahhh,” he gasped. “M-mommy…”

“You…you squeeze your fingers…like this,” I instructed. “Then you work it up and down to…to pretend your hands are a vagina. This is sort of what it feels like…to be inside a woman.” The glistening head peeked through my fingers as I simulated intercourse.

My son moaned in excitement. “Is this what it feels like? Is this what sex feels like?”

I lovingly worked the pillow of my thumb into the soft place beneath his quivering slit. The helmet bulged, and I struggled to keep my mouth closed as his shaft grew ever stiffer. “No, it’s much better. You’re going to have to be careful your first time.”

“Why?” he grunted. Instinctually, he humped his hips forward into my hand.

“Because you’re big, baby. You are…much, much bigger than most boys.”

He grimaced, then whimpered, then gasped, as I rolled my palms down his thrusting shaft. “You’re just saying that because you’re my mom.”

“Oh, no,” I moaned. “No, Christopher. No, you’re…you’re special.”

“That’s what you always say!”

I did, didn’t I? “Please believe me,” I panted. “Baby, you have no idea…how much I…ahh!” When he pulsed again, my vagina twinged with guilty hunger. This wasn’t fair, not at all. Not at all, not at all!

“What?” Christopher gasped. “What happened?”

To ignore the insidious moisture growing in my panties (my pussy was salivating for him), I focused everything I had on jerking his cock. Christopher swung his head back and thrust his greasy penis between my hands. “Y-yes,” he groaned. “Oh, mommy. Mommy, don’t stop–”