#taboonmisogny

The room almost felt like it was spinning, but Nora was so happy. Giddy might have even been a better word, as she laughed, stumbling up the front steps. It had been what felt like a week from hell, and Nora felt like she damn well earned a Friday night out with her friends. What was supposed to only be a few drinks had turned into a few bars and it was nearly 2:30 in the morning now. She fumbled with her keys int he lock, taking several tries before finally, Nora managed to unlock the front door, stumbling her way inside with more laughter, with more shushing of herself. 

She was, after all, the only one there, but still had the semi-presence of mind not to want to wake the others in the house. Right? 

Nora stumbled inside, hands splayed against the wall so she could find her way down the hall, towards the master bedroom. What she didn’t realize was she was heading for her son’s room, not hers. She slipped open the door, the hall light not on and the dark room making Nora think she had the right room as she stumbled out of her heels, shrugged out of her top and curled on the bed-- 

Next to his nice, muscular body, humming as she stretched her hand over his chest, still not quite realizing in her drunken mind that he was her son. “Mm...” His body felt good, nice and... warm, her nails sliding over the muscles of his bare chest... 

mina kept panting beneath her son’s thrusts, her face covered in tears not just from the pain of his assault on her asshole, but by the sheer humiliation of having him ramming into her like an animal. she was bent over her husband’s desk, the way he himself had taken her a thousand times, only now it was his son (HER son) fucking her like a common street whore. “i’m sorry”, she cried, without even realizing what she was sorry for. perhaps she was just sorry she’d never really been able to please either of them.

“Honey, you can’t apologize for flirting with me while you’re staring at my tits.” Brooke smirked noticing her son’s eyes fixated on the generous amount of cleavage she had spilling from her silky satin kimono. If he only knew she had nothing but a very sheer thong underneath. This wasn’t the first time Brooke had entertained the idea of her son sexually despite the fact that she knew she shouldn’t be entertaining it at all. On the very rare occasions her husband would come home and want to have sex she would have to close her eyes and think about her son if there was going to be any hope at getting off at all. Sex with her husband just wasn’t what it used to be -- he wasn’t very attentive and Brooke was almost positive he was fucking his hot young secretary but if she was honest she didn’t really care that much. He wasn’t around enough for her to want to care. Having her son in the house was much more fulfilling. 

The blonde had no idea what was making her son act so bold, was it the alcohol just making him horny and she happened to be the only female around or was the alcohol the liquid courage he needed to finally act on his desires? Either way she wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass her by -- not when it was something she had been dreaming about for longer than she would like to admit.

“Here,” she said untying her robe letting her breasts fall out of it. She took his hand and placed it on her tit, rubbing his thumb against her nipple. Brooke hummed out in pleasure. She took her hand away but left his there, her’s slid up his thigh and started to palm at the center of his pants, feeling his bulge. “Mmm, baby, you like that?” 

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The girls all ponder that for a moment, so many of them want to jump and answer them. But it’s Lydia and Genevieve that get their answers out first and foremost.