Tonight I was feeling jealous because my son is away on vacation with a girl he is dating. I try not to let the green-eyed monster get me, but I love and need him so much. I’ve belonged to him for as long as he has been breathing. I know he has to see over people. And, I know I am his most special girl, but that doesn’t make me miss him any less. Feeling nostalgic, I opened this big keepsake box I have of our special mementos. It’s filled with photos, and cards, and tickets from movies to concerts we saw together and a slew of poetry and little ditties he wrote for me when he was younger. This one in particular was always my favorite. So cute and playful. As I read it out loud in that same rocking chair, I began to rub my cunt, thinking of him. Of course, I squirted my nectar all over the coffee table. I have had thousands of lovers over the decades, but to this day, no one has ever made me as wet as my son.
Mommy sits in her rocking chair,
Sees her son starting to stare,
As he whips out his cock and starts to stroke,
He knows it’s his mommy he wants to poke,
She beckons him over and begs, “Pretty please.”
And he replies, get on your knees,
She does as she’s told and sucks him with zest,
Because she knows incest is best.
Now that she knows incest is where it’s at,
Her and her son make a special pact,
While daddy’s at work she crawls in his bed,
Pulls down his pants and gives him great head,
Son loves his mommy all pretty in lace,
Since it makes him shoot a load on her face,
He will love his mommy more than the rest,
Because he knows incest is best.
What’s your relationship with your mommy? Does she know incest is best. Bet I could help her understand.