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He hugged her back, making sure he pressed his crotch between her legs and wrapped his arms around her waist.
It was nothing more or less than a sex story involving a teen boy and a woman in her thirties.
He noticed his mom's face turning pink and blushing at times as she read, and she blinked her eyes a few times and raised her brows.
When she had finished reading the story, she didn't say anything. "I don't know what to think, honey," she finally said.
"I don't understand how you can write about a subject like this so ... After imagining something, you have to write it, and that's where the work really comes in.
realistically, when you haven't experienced anything like it. I spent over a month on this storywriting it, and then rewriting it, and revising it, and then revising it again." He looked into her eyes. I mean, does it bother you that I write stories like this?
Although she was thirty-five, she looked as if she were in her twenties.But I'm not going to order you to read or write other things. Schooling is a different matter, of course." "I know that, Mom. Mainly novels, but what would be called erotic literature, I guess you could say. But I haven't read many erotic short stories, and I certainly haven't read anything like your story." She chuckled. It would help if I could get an opinion about them, about their merit or lack of." "Well, sure, honey, I'll read them. It would help me in maybe revising them and improving the stories and my writing, and, who knows, maybe help me get some more published, and make more moneylike this five hundred dollars." He appealed to his Mom as if he were interested in improving his writing, but actually, his purpose was only to get her to read the stories, andhis imagination told himget her 'into the groove" so to speak of his own mind and imagination, and if possible even turn her onnot only to the idea of sex in general, but sex with him. "Well, honey, I think champagne is out, but, I do have some wine." "I know you do," he replied. "After all, this really does call for a celebration. Her long sandy-blonde hair almost reached to her waist. She had noticed the stiff full bulge at his crotch, and knew he had a full-blown hard-on, but it hadn't really shocked her, or caused her any real uneasiness. But after a few minutes, he realized that that was not going to happen.All the so-called erotic stories that I write and read, I do on my ownseparate from any schoolwork. "I have a number of other stories I've written," he said. You've become not only a published professional writer, but you've made a goodly sum of money from it. I'll go get us a couple of glasses and open up the bottle. His mom was so nice-looking; it was hard to believe she was in her mid-thirties. She resembled a young Ann Margaret or Kathleen Turner. Her breasts thrust against the blouse she was wearing. That was a common term, he knew, but it was the best term to describe her face. He rubbed his crotch up and down as she was gone from the room. Her sandy blonde hair fell in shimmering waves past her shoulders reaching almost to her waist. He was going to have to do something; he just didn't know exactly what. He went to his room and got the story and brought it back. But his actual movements and his hunching on her did shock her. But then, after the initial surprise and amazement, and the realization of what was happening set in, she grabbed him by his shoulders and shoved and moved her body away. Eventually, he went to his room and stripped and lay on the bed and stroked his cock, thinking about his mother. "I don't know, honey," she finally gave out a wry chuckle. You're the best mom a guy could hope to have." Inside, Ann felt good, because she thought she had cleared up some things with her son. She scanned the letter, her eyes widening as she read it. She was in her mid-thirties, with long sandy-blonde hair, deep gray eyes, a fair complexion, and full pink lips. She worked out and belonged to a health club where she exercised a number of times a week. " "Read it for yourself," Mack said, handing her the letter. "I knew you wrote and submitted things but I never thought that anything..." She stopped short, not wanting to give him the impression that she doubted in any way his writing ability. He wanted to fuck his mom so much he couldn't stand it.