Bettie Bondage - Be Mommy's Boy
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Scene 1: Your mom is so excited to have you wear your dad's tux to your prom--the same one he wore to their prom, and even their wedding. But it got you thinking...does she want you to be like him...or, now that he's gone...does she want you to take his place? Even your girlfriend's mom, who went to high school with your parents way back, said the same thing. Is it obvious? You didn't want to upset her but just bringing it up caused a fight, her storming out...why was she so upset about something like that? You just wanted to talk about it...it's not like you were complaining...
Scene 2: Who the hell does she think she is, saying things like that to my son? I want my son to be like his father, of course, because he was a good man! God, I'm gonna call her and give her a piece of my mind! Tell her the honest truth: she's just jealous! Of me, of my relationship with my sweet, handsome son--jealous still, from high school! She wanted him so bad but he picked me! Gosh, I shouldn't have yelled at him about that. That was an overreaction...I should go apologize...
Scene 3: You wake up to a nudge. Your mother, pushing you, whispering, slurring her words. "Wake up, sweetie," she coos, bleary and clearly a few glasses in. She always gets kind of handsy when she's had a few. You don't mind.
"I just wanted to apologize," she says, as your eyes focus, and you see her full form, nestled next to you on the bed, her fuzzy comfy robe split just enough that you can see the gorgeous, inviting slope of her breasts. You've never been able to look away when they're like that--on display. Your cock stirs under the blankets. You hold your breathe and hope she doesn't notice. "I shouldn't have gotten so upset earlier," she continues, "it's just that, well, there's a little truth to it--that I want you to be like him. But you," she smirks, "you're better."
You can tell she's not her usual self, and although you know its not a level playing field by any stretch of the imagination, you'd be an absolute fool not to try. You've wanted this for so long, and from the way she's acting right now, wiggling around, playing with the front of her robe, she wants it too. You're all too happy to oblige, even though you were supposed to "save it" for your girlfriend, tomorrow, at prom. I mean, what young man wouldn't wanna lose it to his MILF mom, instead?
