In this collection of taboo
tales, mothers and their sons are trapped in awkward situations that result in
surprising sexual awakenings! In “Bumpy Ride,” an overstuffed minivan
requires Gabrielle to sit in her son's lap, where the combined powers of friction
and frustration take their toll. In “My Son Helps Me Take a Selfie,”
a son's collection of dirty selfies gives a mom equally dirty ideas. In “Morning Wood,” a mom gets an early surprise from not just one but
both of her horny sons! Finally, in “Mom's XXX Anal Adventure,” Carol
will do the unspeakable to save her daughter's reputation.
This bundle of four erotic
shorts is 28,000 words and for readers 18 and up.
“My Son Helps Me Take a Selfie”:
I was embarassed beyond all measure and could not stand another moment of his cruel laughter. When I dared
to look at him again, he surprised me. Gone was the smug smirk, the twinkling
eyes, replaced with soft compassion. He was so handsome when he really cared
about something; his lips pursed to an artful pink line and his brow slightly
furrowed. It was strange to see a version of my own lips on such a masculine
face, though the crease in his forehead came directly from his father.
Everything else was his own. It did not surprise me that women were eager to
send him their naughty selfies.
Tommy surprised me again
when, instead of leaving my doorway, he tromped into my bedroom and sat down
beside me. “Hey,” he said. “I'm sorry.” He laid his big
hand over my trembling fingers. I was holding the phone so tightly that it creaked between my thighs. When he put his hand over mine his thumb brushed my inner thigh, and I cursed my body for reacting to that simple touch. It was
like his fingertip sent a message to all the nerves in my leg that there was a man in my room (and room for a man). I felt dirty just for enjoying the pressure!
“It's fine,” I
sighed. “I'm sure I looked like an idiot.”
I thought he was going to laugh again and winced in preparation. But the laugh didn't quite come. He flashed
his white teeth again. “Can I tell you what I think I saw?”
I sighed. “I just don't
understand how dating works. You know I've been…trying. I'm not proud to admit that I took some…inspiration? From your girlfriends' pictures. Of course I'm about thirty years too old to pose like that.”
Tommy rolled his fingers
through my hair. “Get out of town,” he chided me.
“Stop teasing,” I
said softly. “I'm old and I'm lonely and men aren't looking for a woman
like me. They're looking for girls who fit your little collection.”
Tommy shrugged. “I won't
say I'm not proud of 'my little collection,' but you're seriously
underestimating your worth.”
“I don't want your
pity,” I said.
“Pity?” His brow
furrowed again. “I'm serious! You know how many guys would kill for a date
with a hot older woman?”
“Oh yeah?” I replied. “Well if I see any I'll tell them.”
He chuckled. “Mom,
“Come on, what?” I moaned. “I'm fat and I'm old!”
He whirled on the bed,
throwing his knee up between us and leaning in to fix me with his most serious
stare. “You know what?” he said. “I know you're probably fishing
here but I'm going to let you have it. Seems like you need it. Do you know how many of my friends have called you a MILF?”
“Okay,” I sighed.
“Okay, you've been very sweet to me. Now will you please leave me to my
“Nope,” he said.
“I want to see what you've got.” He reached for my phone.
I yanked it away.
“Absolutely not!” I said. “Are you kidding me?”
He fixed me with his most
disarming smile. “Well if you don't let me see it,” he said,
“how can I help you improve?”
“Oh,” I said
He leaned against me until
his naked shoulder brushed my own. Gazing into my eyes, he softly reached over
my chest and plucked the phone from my trembling fingers. “Show me what
you've got, mom,” he said. “And then I can help you take some really