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Cheating with Mommy
Date: 3/5/2016, Categories: Hardcore Mature Taboo Author: brianbigdogsmith, Source: xHamster
I saw my mother's number on my phone display in the seat beside me as I was driving home. Surprised, but not very, I picked it up. "Mommy! Hi!" "Hi, baby. How are you?" Her voice got to me immediately. "Oh, I don't know. I was just heading home from work. I was thinking about you last night again." "What were you thinking?" I could hear the smile in her voice. "I was thinking about how much I love you, how much I love being your little boy. I feel like a sissy for missing my mommy at twenty-seven, but I love it too. I lay on the couch and talked about you to the dark after Kim was asl**p, while I wrapped up my day." "Sweetie, you know I love you too." She did love me. I knew it. I always knew it when I was lying on the sofa in the hypnotic haze of remembering emotions that were lost to me for years, that mommy had helped me find in myself again. I was growing hard. "Have you eaten yet, Mommy?" "No, it's only 5:30." "Have you started anything?" "I was just going to bake some salmon. Did you want to come over?" "I'd love to, Mommy." I chuckled, tears tugging at my eyes from needing her. "Thank you. Listen, I'm going to have to call Kim and tell her I'm eating dinner with you tonight. I have to get off now. I'll see you in about twenty-five minutes. Okay mommy?" I waited for her acquiescence to the delay I couldn't avoid. "I'll be looking forward to it, dear." "Okay, ...
... Mommy. I love you." "Then I'll see you soon." I knew what my mommy wanted me to do, put off that slut in a way that made her feel inconsequential. Pulling off at the next highway exit to turn around, I punched up Kim on the phone. We'd been dating for about a year and a half and things were going well. I loved her, in fact. But I didn't feel guilty for the call. She was, after all, just another slut. "Kim, hi. I'm running late already and my mom needs some help changing lightbulbs. She can't unscrew the fixture in the kitchen ceiling. I'm going to go ahead and eat dinner with her and maybe watch a movie for a while." "You need to?" I laughed. "Yes, again. I'll be home around ten." "Okay. Fuck it. Fine." I parked my car in front of mommy's condo and jogged up the steps. When I rang the bell, I adopted an odd, comical facial expression in front of the peephole. She opened it and I walked past her, inside, and turned and kissed her before she could shut the door. My tongue slid into her mouth and she moaned as we embraced, my hand moving to her breast the down between her legs where I could swear I felt dampness. "I missed you, Mommy." "I can tell," she said, her hands on top of my shoulders, smiling up at me. "Did you have a good day at work?" "Same as always. Let's not talk about that. Let's talk about dinner." "Are you that hungry? I can find something." "No." I chuckled. "I'm not, or ...