Here’s a look at my latest release, Cougar of the House, part of the Taboo Club Universe.
Struggling with her unfulfilled sex life, mature woman Faith seduces her stepson after she finds him fantasizing about her.
She froze. Oliver was in the middle of his bed, wearing only socks and his boxer shorts. They were pulled to the side, revealing a massive erection around which his right hand was wrapped. Also on the bed was the same box of tissues as before, the moisturizing lotion, and something that stopped her heart cold: a framed photograph of herself.
“I’m… I’m sorry…”
He stared at her agape before he finally used his hands to cover his crotch. A million things occurred to her, she understood everything at once. The way he had reacted downstairs before was because he was jealous. He was horny and he was jealous that another young man had gone out with her.
How long had that been going on? He was masturbating looking at a picture of her, his mother. Was that a new thing or had he been doing that for years?
She discovered a faint quaking went through her, originating from her pussy. She was too horny to think straight. She immediately felt guilty but then remembered her conversation with her sister in the hot tub. Oliver wasn’t her biological son and she had admitted to finding him attractive. Hell, she had even hinted that she wouldn’t mind having sex with him herself.
She could have run out but there would never be an opportunity like this one. She would never be in this perfect frame of mind ever again. For the first time she saw him as a man, as a handsome man. And he was obviously attracted to her! Maybe this was the right opportunity to cougar up. She took a deep breath and walked closer to the bed.
“How long have you fantasized about me?”
“I’m so sorry… I… I don’t know what to say…”
“I’m not mad,” she said, discovering that it was the truth. She sat on the edge of the bed and turned to him. “Tell me, Oliver.”
“I don’t know, since puberty, I guess. You’re just… You’re hot, mom.”
“Thank you. I had… I had no idea you felt that way.”
He nodded while avoiding her eyes. He used his left hand to sweep the lotion and tissues off the bed, like he was trying to erase reality. He reached for the picture frame but she grabbed it before he could.
“I remember when that picture was taken,” she said.
In the photo, she was wearing a short sundress and offering a dazzling smile while posing in front of a palm tree. Her husband had snapped the picture during a Florida vacation five years prior. She had seen it only once after the film had been developed.
“I love… I love the way you look in that dress.”
“And it doesn’t freak you out that I’m your mom?”
What she really meant was: please give me a reason not to feel guilty for being horny around my son.
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