The Reunion - Sex Stories

The Reunion

... enough to know that she was currently unwanted. "Hello, Emily. It's nice to meet you. Have a good afternoon." "I'll see her out." Garrett walked her to the door. Ensuring that their goodbye was well within his mother's sight, he embraced Emily so passionately that she left the house dizzy in love. As soon as the door closed, Kristen snapped, her legitimate anger exponentially fiercer from the jealously and sexual need that made her womb itch maddeningly. "What the hell do you think you're doing? I can't believe I have to come home to you plugging some teen skank!" "I thought you were going to be out with your friends until later," Garrett coldly replied. "Well, they cancelled," Kristen shouted, his reasonable response making her even angrier. "T-that's not the point though! You're being disgusting!" Garrett had had enough. "Oh bullshit," he muttered as he started to walk away. "WHAT?! What did you say?" Kristen walked up to him and grabbed his arm. "Look at me when I'm talking to you. You do not get to talk-" The teen turned around, towering over her. "I said BULLSHIT. You're not disgusted - you're just jealous." "Wha-?" Kristen mouthed, backing away. Garrett began pacing towards her, "You're jealous that I'm with somebody else. Jealous that I'm having sex with somebody else." Kristen tried to raise her voice, but she could only whisper, "I thought I told you we wouldn't talk about that anymore." Garrett had finally walked her back against the wall. He towered over her, his ...

... hands bracing his lean against the wall two feet above her, and brought his face close to hers. "I didn't. You did. You want me to talk about it." "I- I..." Kristen found herself looking up at her strapping, handsome son - teenager or not, he certainly looked at her like a man does at his woman. Her anger disappeared and the speech she had prepared had been forgotten. All she knew was the throbbing deep in her belly. Her nostrils flared. The hairs on her skin stood up. Her already moist panties began to wet anew. "You're jealous that I've replaced you with someone. Angry that I don't need you anymore." She didn't bother denying the truth. Her eyes gazed into his in complete submission. He could reduce her to tears with one cruel word. To her surprise, his gaze softened and the lines in his face softened. "Well you're wrong. I do need you." He grasped her hand and guided it to his shorts. With a familiarity bordering on instinct, her fingers curled around the massive barrel of his erection and began stroking it. God, she missed touching him. "He's been aching for you, mom. He needs you... so badly. Only you know how to touch him." The look of tortured need on her beloved boy's face made her mother's heart melt. She reached up and touched his face with her other hand. "Oh... my poor babyy. I- I need... you... too." Garrett closed his eyes, relishing his mother's loving touch. He opened them again to gaze into her lovely eyes, and began to close the distance between them. "I love ...