1. Obsession


    Date: 7/2/2015, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Mature, Author: qudduse, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Introduction: A lonely mom that becomes obsessed with curiosity and her son This one’s a little lengthy. A lot of background, lead-up, and “Explaining”, as most of my 1st chapters seem to be. I feel it’s kind of important to know what the characters are thinking, where they're goming from. For those of you that just want to get right to the sex……Sorry. For those of you that, as I do, think it makes for a better story……Here ya go. −Obsession− Chapter one: My name is Cathy. I’m a 43 year old widowed mother. I have a 21 year old son named Brian. I’m a rather tall, slim woman; five foot eleven inches, very long, dark brown hair that comes down to my waist and dark brown eyes. Tennis and running has kept me in pretty good shape. I’ve been told I look like Eva Mendez but I think they’re just being polite. My son Brian took more after his dad… He has coal black hair and stands no more than 5’4”. He’s a little shy but has a very good sense of humor. Brian’s father was a very handsome man and Brian got every bit of that and more. There are only two obvious differences between Brian and his dad. Brian’s a very wide, stocky young man. Even as a young boy in high school, Brian was very well built; very defined. He played on the football team all four years in high school and now is a running back on his college football team. His dad on the other hand was rather skinny and non-athletic. The other difference was less obvious to everyone but my s****r and me. My late husband, Jimmy, was a ...
    very good lover. We enjoyed a full and exciting sex life for a long time before a car accident took him from us. Jim’s penis was not very big, five inches at best when erect but Jimmy knew how to use it well. It never gave me reason to complain. He would refer to his small penis as “The Washburn Curse” and would jokingly tell me how it was handed down through the generations from his great, great, great grandfather, Jeremiah Washburn. He always made me laugh. I would tell him things like; “It’s all I’ll ever need” or “I love the way it all fits in my mouth.” I didn’t tell him these things to make him feel better. I told him because they were the truth. We never did anything TOO crazy, nothing that would wind us up in jail anyways, but I believe I willingly fulfilled just about all of his fantasies; at least the ones he’d told me about. I had even invited one of my girlfriends into our bed when we were first married. He’d told me he’d never been with two women at the same time and would love to try it. He had a birthday coming up and I made it one I’m sure he never forgot. When he expressed interest in anal sex, I was reluctant but certainly willing to give it a try. I have to say, I was rather thankful for the Washburn Curse when we explored that avenue. The fact was; I loved Jimmy and I loved his penis as well. Now when Brian was just a little guy, it became rather obvious to me that Jimmy would not share the “Washburn Curse” with his son. I can recall my s****r and I would ...
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