Megan and Mitchell - Sex Stories

Megan and Mitchell

... the living room. Mitchell pulled out, pumped his cock several times, and sprayed the girl with semen. When that first spurt of cum erupted from his cock, Megan went to her knees, an orgasm running through her body while she furiously rubbed her clit. Oh how she wanted him. How she had watched him grow into the man he is. How she wanted to touch him so badly. A week later, she admitted her dissatisfaction in her marriage to a psychiatrist. Later in the session, she admitted she had developed feelings over the past few years for another man. The psychiatrist was speechless when Megan admitted that the man was her son. “I started being bossy and mean to him a few years ago. He was around 15 or so. I knew right then, I was trying to hide feelings for him. I thought that if I’m mean enough that maybe my attraction would go away, that I’d only look at him from a nagging mother’s eyes – but I haven’t. It doesn’t work. I want him; I want to hold him, to kiss him, to be with him. I don’t want to be his mother anymore; I want to be more than that.” The psychiatrist nodded slowly, letting Megan speak. When Megan vented all these pent up emotions, she stood to leave, “I’ll understand if you never want to see me again. I don’t think this type of love I have for him will go away.” Still speechless, the psychiatrist’s mouth hung opened, while watching Megan leave. That was her first and last visit with a shrink. Chapter 6 “No you aren’t going out alone, mom!” Mitchell grabbed her arm, ...

... preventing her from leaving his condo. “Well then come with me,” She said. “I’m not doing that either. I can’t stand going out like you and Lisa do.” “Ok, I’m going out then. I like it and it’s something to do. There’s nothing else to do around here, so I might as well.” “Where is Lisa anyway?” Mitchell asked. “She’s busy tonight. Are you going to let go of my arm so I can leave?” Megan asked. Mitchell gritted his teeth, shaking his head, “I’ll change, just give me a minute.” He hated being at night clubs. His mother loved it. He hadn’t heard from his stepdad in awhile. Mitchell figured he was glad to be done with his mother. He didn’t know, and didn’t care. He wanted his mom to find a job and leave. Sadly, all she seemed to want to do was go out. Mitchell drank and drank, sitting at the bar, occasionally turning around to spot his mother dancing with someone – men, sometimes women. He rolled his eyes, downing another shot of vodka. Just when things started moving in slow motion and he was losing the feeling in his face, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see a gorgeous brunette. She smiled, leading him out to the dance floor. She was much shorter than him, but it was fine. He didn’t care about looking foolish. They danced for several songs; he thought the woman was amazing. She took Mitchell’s hands and placed them on her ass. Squeezing her cheeks while dancing, smiling at each other’s face, Mitchell thought he might get lucky tonight and take this woman home. ...