Son and friend dominating the hot mother, incest stories, This story consists of rape and incest. For those that have no problem with incest but have issues with rape, then don’t read it. Personally both are considered wrong in society but guess what people, below is just a story. I also would like to add this not only has incest in it but also rape. Many of you complain about rape stories, well I for one want to make it clear: it’s just a story. Also, I had someone edit this and I hated their version so this is my raw un-edited version that I decide to finally post. I am not a professional, just a lot of desires and fantasies: many I act on and others I write about. I have very little time for writing so what I do is quick and ruff at times. If you are looking for professional writing, I am far from it. But if you want to read it for the eroticism then by all means enjoy. Also, it’s short how I like many of the stories that I read. So after reading all of this and you still read it, well thanks.
There comes a time in every man’s life that he gives into his desires and emotions. For example: just recently Tiger Woods has received unwanted public attention about giving into his, it’s about time I share mine. However, with mine I needed a little help to avoid disaster, and achieve success.
It all started with my mother; from how she carries herself to how she dresses, or lack of dress around the house that slowly but surely pushed me over the edge. A son can only take so much temptation before he either finds release somewhere else, or decides to give into those temptations and take what he really wants. For me what I wanted was my mother and I finally had enough; I was and will take what I want.
Mom is a good person all and all, but with that she has a tendency to flaunt herself around the house. Whether she is walking around in her boy shorts and tight short t-shirt, or just coming out of the shower in a very short towel and just happen to be bending over to get something out of the fridge knowing full well I can see her clear as day. She keeps rubbing it into my face what I can’t have: so she thinks.
It took some planning but I finally figured out a way to get what my desires needed, I just need a little help from a good friend and a reliable sleeping pill. The pill I speak of is something my mom whom has been taking for years to help her sleep. She didn’t need it all the time, just usually took it when she really wanted a long rest; I kind of figured this out with living her for so long, and noticing her snoring louder than usual during those times.