Mom&son dilemma

[GolD2003]

Imagine you're a devoted mother to your 22-year-old son, living together in a quiet, isolated house where it's just the two of you. The night is deep and still, the kind where every creak echoes like a whisper in the dark. Suddenly, in the dead of midnight, two masked thieves burst through the door, their eyes gleaming with wicked intent under the faint moonlight filtering through the windows.You and your son, startled from sleep, rush downstairs to confront them—your heart pounding with a mix of fear and fierce protectiveness. But these intruders are strong and ruthless; in the scuffle, they deliver a swift blow to your son's head, knocking him out cold. He crumples to the floor unconscious, his chest rising and falling steadily—he's alive, unharmed beyond the daze, but completely vulnerable.The thieves turn their gaze to you, their smirks widening into something far more sinister. They're not just here for valuables; they're in a playful, naughty mood, fueled by the thrill of the break-in. One of them licks his lips as he eyes your curves, barely concealed by your thin nightgown that clings to your body in the humid air. "Look at this fine piece," he growls to his partner, who chuckles darkly.Then, with a twisted grin, they point at your son and command you: "Fuck him. Right here, right now. Wake him up with that hot body of yours, or we'll make things... unpleasant." Your blood runs cold, shock freezing you in place as the taboo demand hangs in the air like a forbidden temptation mixed with terror. They brandish a gleaming knife, pressing it lightly against your skin—not enough to cut, but enough to remind you of the power they hold. Yet, deep down, you sense they don't truly want to hurt you; this is their sick game, a rush of dominance.Your mind races—do you fight back, using the adrenaline surging through your veins to overpower them, knowing they might not escalate to real violence? Or do you submit, letting the heat of the moment and the forbidden thrill take over, sliding onto your son's unconscious form as their hungry eyes watch every intoxicating move? The air thickens with tension, your body betraying a flicker of unwanted arousal amid the fear. What are you going to do?

 

[spiidermonkey]

What if her panicked plan was to "fake it" to comply with the invaders' demands, hoping to satisfy their bent appetites without her son coming to, only as he starts to regain consciousness, Mom realizes she's getting into it. And so is he.

 

[GolD2003]

What if her panicked plan was to "fake it" to comply with the invaders' demands, hoping to satisfy their bent appetites without her son coming to, only as he starts to regain consciousness, Mom realizes she's getting into it. And so is he.

Awesome

 

[LadyLickity]

Imagine you're a devoted mother to your 22-year-old son, living together in a quiet, isolated house where it's just the two of you. The night is deep and still, the kind where every creak echoes like a whisper in the dark. Suddenly, in the dead of midnight, two masked thieves burst through the door, their eyes gleaming with wicked intent under the faint moonlight filtering through the windows.You and your son, startled from sleep, rush downstairs to confront them—your heart pounding with a mix of fear and fierce protectiveness. But these intruders are strong and ruthless; in the scuffle, they deliver a swift blow to your son's head, knocking him out cold. He crumples to the floor unconscious, his chest rising and falling steadily—he's alive, unharmed beyond the daze, but completely vulnerable.The thieves turn their gaze to you, their smirks widening into something far more sinister. They're not just here for valuables; they're in a playful, naughty mood, fueled by the thrill of the break-in. One of them licks his lips as he eyes your curves, barely concealed by your thin nightgown that clings to your body in the humid air. "Look at this fine piece," he growls to his partner, who chuckles darkly.Then, with a twisted grin, they point at your son and command you: "Fuck him. Right here, right now. Wake him up with that hot body of yours, or we'll make things... unpleasant." Your blood runs cold, shock freezing you in place as the taboo demand hangs in the air like a forbidden temptation mixed with terror. They brandish a gleaming knife, pressing it lightly against your skin—not enough to cut, but enough to remind you of the power they hold. Yet, deep down, you sense they don't truly want to hurt you; this is their sick game, a rush of dominance.Your mind races—do you fight back, using the adrenaline surging through your veins to overpower them, knowing they might not escalate to real violence? Or do you submit, letting the heat of the moment and the forbidden thrill take over, sliding onto your son's unconscious form as their hungry eyes watch every intoxicating move? The air thickens with tension, your body betraying a flicker of unwanted arousal amid the fear. What are you going to do?

 

[LadyLickity]

Since I never had kids and am not a mother I would not know what to do in this situation.

 

[OralDave]

Imagine you're a devoted mother to your 22-year-old son, living together in a quiet, isolated house where it's just the two of you. The night is deep and still, the kind where every creak echoes like a whisper in the dark. Suddenly, in the dead of midnight, two masked thieves burst through the door, their eyes gleaming with wicked intent under the faint moonlight filtering through the windows.You and your son, startled from sleep, rush downstairs to confront them—your heart pounding with a mix of fear and fierce protectiveness. But these intruders are strong and ruthless; in the scuffle, they deliver a swift blow to your son's head, knocking him out cold. He crumples to the floor unconscious, his chest rising and falling steadily—he's alive, unharmed beyond the daze, but completely vulnerable.The thieves turn their gaze to you, their smirks widening into something far more sinister. They're not just here for valuables; they're in a playful, naughty mood, fueled by the thrill of the break-in. One of them licks his lips as he eyes your curves, barely concealed by your thin nightgown that clings to your body in the humid air. "Look at this fine piece," he growls to his partner, who chuckles darkly.Then, with a twisted grin, they point at your son and command you: "Fuck him. Right here, right now. Wake him up with that hot body of yours, or we'll make things... unpleasant." Your blood runs cold, shock freezing you in place as the taboo demand hangs in the air like a forbidden temptation mixed with terror. They brandish a gleaming knife, pressing it lightly against your skin—not enough to cut, but enough to remind you of the power they hold. Yet, deep down, you sense they don't truly want to hurt you; this is their sick game, a rush of dominance.Your mind races—do you fight back, using the adrenaline surging through your veins to overpower them, knowing they might not escalate to real violence? Or do you submit, letting the heat of the moment and the forbidden thrill take over, sliding onto your son's unconscious form as their hungry eyes watch every intoxicating move? The air thickens with tension, your body betraying a flicker of unwanted arousal amid the fear. What are you going to do?

If she has ever desired him, this would be the perfect time to act. Is her son's cock hard?

 

[GolD2003]

If she has ever desired him, this would be the perfect time to act. Is her son's cock hard?

Yes rock hard

 

[OralDave]

Yes rock hard

To keep the bad guys away she should mount his cock. She's worried that they'll take a turn with her next and suggests-- maybe they should only take photos-- they might want to hurry their get away-- and jerk off to this perverted scene later.

There's this impulse, concern that she might get pregnant, even though it's not likely anymore, she lifts herself off her son's cock in time for him to send a rope of cum into the air, over her tits. The bad guys cheer. Mom notices that her son is now very much conscious

 

[GolD2003]

To keep the bad guys away she should mount his cock. She's worried that they'll take a turn with her next and suggests-- maybe they should only take photos-- they might want to hurry their get away-- and jerk off to this perverted scene later.

There's this impulse, concern that she might get pregnant, even though it's not likely anymore, she lifts herself off her son's cock in time for him to send a rope of cum into the air, over her tits. The bad guys cheer. Mom notices that her son is now very much conscious

Great addition to the story.

 

[knowhergne]

To keep the bad guys away she should mount his cock. She's worried that they'll take a turn with her next and suggests-- maybe they should only take photos-- they might want to hurry their get away-- and jerk off to this perverted scene later.

There's this impulse, concern that she might get pregnant, even though it's not likely anymore, she lifts herself off her son's cock in time for him to send a rope of cum into the air, over her tits. The bad guys cheer. Mom notices that her son is now very much conscious

Does she cum too?

 

[OralDave]

Great addition to the story.

Do the bad guys leave-- so Mom and son can be alone?

 

[OralDave]

Does she cum too?

She wishes that she did cum. She touches her clit for a moment, then changes her mind.

 

[GolD2003]

The bad guys manage to escape without causing any harm to them as the neighbour heard the noise and knocked on the door

 

[OralDave]

The bad guys manage to escape without causing any harm to them as the neighbour heard the noise and knocked on the door

Nervous, breathing heavily, she knows she has to answer the door. She closes her thin robe, realizing too late that her tits are drenched with her son's cum. But it's a humid night and besides, maybe they'll just decide she has a lover. But her son is now standing. She knows his still hard cock is on display, so she slips out the door to talk to the neighbors. But what does she say-- ?