writerotica
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- Joined
- Nov 22, 2003
- Posts
- 15
My priorities are
1 - help with flow
2 - help with dialogue and/or phrases (i.e. better way to say something)
3 - realism
4 - grammar
5 - spelling where spellcheck may have missed something
Below is a snippet of my story. If you would like to see more of my writing style, please reference the already-posted "Annie & June". However, I have decided to reduce the number of looooong words to convey ecstasy in this new story and am hopefully relying more on adjectives to get the point across.
If you are interested, please contact me, writerotica. Here is a portion of my story:
Cecilia moaned in pleasure. Her eyes still closed as she top-rode her husband. Her Son. Her Lover. Suddenly, she leaned over and kissed her son! Jason’s eyes were open as he saw her face descend upon him, her eyes opening and focusing on his face! Oh no! He thought!
As her tongue snaked into her husband’s mouth, Cecilia’s eyes grew wide. Surely, her mind was playing a trick on her in the darkness. For this man she was kissing…this man she was fucking…her husband…looked just like their son, Jason. It was Jason!! “Oh…my…god,” she whispered loudly, breaking the kiss but subconsciously continuing to gyrate her hips.
Jason Ritt was beyond the point of stopping and did the first thing that came to mind. He rolled his mother over so that she was pinned beneath him in a missionary position. With one hand under her back, he immediately covered her mouth with his other hand, raising one of his fingers to his nearby mouth to utter, “Shhhhh. Dad’s passed out, Mom, and we’re both too far gone to stop,” he added, as he began slowly moving his hips back and forth. He timidly released his hand from her mouth, but kept it nearby, just in case.
“No…no…,” she whispered, “this can’t be happening…this isn’t happening,” she added, moving her head back and forth. Jason could feel her breath on his face. He could still smell the whiskey. His mother was still buzzed. Still horny, he figured. I have to try!
“Aw, c’mon, Mom, you can’t deny my 8-inch cock,” he said. “I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I learned to jack off,” he continued, picking up his pace as he slid his cock deeper into his mom. “All these years of jacking off in your panties. Didn’t you wonder whose come that was?”
Cecilia’s mind was an overflowing pool of desire and guilt as she vaguely recalled those times when she found her panties full of crusty, dried come. She suspected Jason, but he was just a teenager at the time, and shrugged it off to curiosity.
“You are so fucking hot, mom. When I saw you tonight, all I wanted to do was slide my cock between your tits,” he said. “Will you let me do that, mom? Huh?”
“No, sweetheart, we…”, Cecilia moaned, letting her desire show, “…can’t.” Thoughts of incest, jail, abuse shuffled through her mind, but her desire knew no bounds. Every time she looked up at her son above her and driving his delicious cock into her, she coated his cock with a fresh layer of her juice. “What would your father say if he discovered us,” she said, still moving her head left and right, eyes closed, mind whirling.
“Fuck Dad!” Jason said, as he brought his hand from under her to grab her snugly by the throat. “What Dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he added. “Besides, does Dad have a cock this big?”
A moan guiltily escaped Cecilia’s mouth, “No,” she replied, as her eyes opened at the feel of her son’s hand around her throat! He had picked up the pace and was now thrusting his cock easily and quickly in and out of his mom.
“Oh,” moaned Cecilia. Her desire getting the best of her. The alcohol numbing her rational thoughts. “Oh, Jason…honey,” she heard herself say.
“Tell me the truth, mom, you like your son’s cock inside your pussy, don’t you?” Jason said, his hand leaving her throat and moving under her ass. The fingers of his other hand tangled in his mother’s hair, as he thrust in and out of her. Jason gazed into his mother’s eyes as fucked her. She met his gaze.
“Kiss me!” she said.
1 - help with flow
2 - help with dialogue and/or phrases (i.e. better way to say something)
3 - realism
4 - grammar
5 - spelling where spellcheck may have missed something
Below is a snippet of my story. If you would like to see more of my writing style, please reference the already-posted "Annie & June". However, I have decided to reduce the number of looooong words to convey ecstasy in this new story and am hopefully relying more on adjectives to get the point across.
If you are interested, please contact me, writerotica. Here is a portion of my story:
Cecilia moaned in pleasure. Her eyes still closed as she top-rode her husband. Her Son. Her Lover. Suddenly, she leaned over and kissed her son! Jason’s eyes were open as he saw her face descend upon him, her eyes opening and focusing on his face! Oh no! He thought!
As her tongue snaked into her husband’s mouth, Cecilia’s eyes grew wide. Surely, her mind was playing a trick on her in the darkness. For this man she was kissing…this man she was fucking…her husband…looked just like their son, Jason. It was Jason!! “Oh…my…god,” she whispered loudly, breaking the kiss but subconsciously continuing to gyrate her hips.
Jason Ritt was beyond the point of stopping and did the first thing that came to mind. He rolled his mother over so that she was pinned beneath him in a missionary position. With one hand under her back, he immediately covered her mouth with his other hand, raising one of his fingers to his nearby mouth to utter, “Shhhhh. Dad’s passed out, Mom, and we’re both too far gone to stop,” he added, as he began slowly moving his hips back and forth. He timidly released his hand from her mouth, but kept it nearby, just in case.
“No…no…,” she whispered, “this can’t be happening…this isn’t happening,” she added, moving her head back and forth. Jason could feel her breath on his face. He could still smell the whiskey. His mother was still buzzed. Still horny, he figured. I have to try!
“Aw, c’mon, Mom, you can’t deny my 8-inch cock,” he said. “I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I learned to jack off,” he continued, picking up his pace as he slid his cock deeper into his mom. “All these years of jacking off in your panties. Didn’t you wonder whose come that was?”
Cecilia’s mind was an overflowing pool of desire and guilt as she vaguely recalled those times when she found her panties full of crusty, dried come. She suspected Jason, but he was just a teenager at the time, and shrugged it off to curiosity.
“You are so fucking hot, mom. When I saw you tonight, all I wanted to do was slide my cock between your tits,” he said. “Will you let me do that, mom? Huh?”
“No, sweetheart, we…”, Cecilia moaned, letting her desire show, “…can’t.” Thoughts of incest, jail, abuse shuffled through her mind, but her desire knew no bounds. Every time she looked up at her son above her and driving his delicious cock into her, she coated his cock with a fresh layer of her juice. “What would your father say if he discovered us,” she said, still moving her head left and right, eyes closed, mind whirling.
“Fuck Dad!” Jason said, as he brought his hand from under her to grab her snugly by the throat. “What Dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he added. “Besides, does Dad have a cock this big?”
A moan guiltily escaped Cecilia’s mouth, “No,” she replied, as her eyes opened at the feel of her son’s hand around her throat! He had picked up the pace and was now thrusting his cock easily and quickly in and out of his mom.
“Oh,” moaned Cecilia. Her desire getting the best of her. The alcohol numbing her rational thoughts. “Oh, Jason…honey,” she heard herself say.
“Tell me the truth, mom, you like your son’s cock inside your pussy, don’t you?” Jason said, his hand leaving her throat and moving under her ass. The fingers of his other hand tangled in his mother’s hair, as he thrust in and out of her. Jason gazed into his mother’s eyes as fucked her. She met his gaze.
“Kiss me!” she said.
