Is it really necessary to make a new thread for every one of these? Why not just put all the parts under one thread instead of spamming the board with one post in each.

Thanks for posting this. I appreciate that in these stories written by yourself/FW that there's just enough of a sexual intimacy between the mother and son that makes the betrayal all the sweeter. I'm interested to see how this concludes, especially with the last few pages that were recently added. The descriptions of the mom are so tantalizing, I love it.

Whether or not you had a hot mom yourself, most of us should have some notable MILFs from our community that we look back at fondly and used for our fantasy fuel. For me, I grew up living in a complex of townhouses, and there were not one but four MILFs of note throughout my childhood -besides my own mom- that were fabulous in their own ways (names obviously changed for privacy):

Alexis. This is the woman I was the least familiar with, and don't recall ever having a real conversation with her. She had a son the same age as me but we didn't hang out much, and the two of them only lived in the neighbourhood for a handful of years. However, I'll always remember one day where he brought a bunch of us into his house. We were about twelve and heading upstairs to his room, when he said he wanted to show us his mom's bedroom first. We wondered why until we peeked inside. All along the bedroom walls were framed photos of his mom, dressed in black lingerie and in a variety of sexy or provocative poses. She must've been an exhibitionist or otherwise liked tantalizing her partners with her own image, and clearly recognized her own sexiness.

I don't remember much else about that moment, other than the other boys exclaiming in surprise and giggling. Personally, I wondered what made him want to show a bunch of kids his mom. Was he proud? Did he get off on it? Did he want us to jack off to his mom? It's a decision only perverts like us might understand.

The next three all remained in the area for well over a decade and were more memorable.

Serena. This Latino babe was who I considered the most traditionally pretty mom. Mature with a slim figure. Long, curly black hair. Gorgeous face and smile. If you told me she worked as a model, I would believe you. Her two sons were younger than my age bracket, so again I didn't spend a lot of time around them or her, but she was always kind and said hi to me when I waved at her. Not much more to say. I didn't have many lewd thoughts about her growing up, but she's definitely worth a mention here.
 
Kara. This was the cool mom on the block across the street from me. Tall, calm, and owner of two huskies. She is what I imagine when I think of a 90s mom. She had curly hair and always wore jeans that hugged her thick ass. What was weird about her though, was the immense contrast she was to her short, fugly, whiny daughter. The two of them couldn't be more different, and personally I only put up with the disgusting girl so I could see her hot mom more often. Fugly was friends with my sister so it wasn't difficult, either.

Nowadays, I'd like to imagine that the reason there was such a difference between them is that Kara slept with a fat ugly bastard herself, and carried his child even after he left her. The father was not around so I can't confirm this, but it's hot to imagine this tall, domineering woman that would look great wielding a riding crop and latex, getting pounded by some gross fat pig who made her squeal with his cock. Perhaps complete opposites equals amazing sex? Who knows.

Crystal. Crystal was the only one who could rival my own mom for my fap fuel. Thinking back, it's incredible how hot and young she was at the time. Big tits and a round ass, she wore her cute brunette hair in a ponytail and wore rectangle glasses that gave her a college girl vibe, and probably wasn't much older than that. Her son and daughter were about 3 and 7 years old respectively, and she was incredibly friendly. Also, she loved going out to clubs and bars with her friends. Being in my mid-teens and readily available, I was often asked impromptu to babysit for her while she went out. This always resulted in me earning anywhere from 60-100 dollars a night just to watch TV and make sure her kids went to bed on time.

When she and her friends did come back, it was usually at one or two in the morning. She was almost always giddy and drunk, and begging her friends to take her to one more bar or club. When she did this she would often pout and bounce, her breasts jiggling in whatever she was wearing at the time. Eventually she would give up though, thank me for watching her kids on short notice and pay more than necessary for my time.

I'd like to think that she used her time wisely in those bars and clubs, letting strangers feel up her body and kissing them while her young kids were oblivious to their mom's sexual nature. She absolutely had the body for it, and I'd often fantasized about escorting her upstairs and fucking her in her bedroom while her kids slept away. I almost feel like she'd do it, too.

Overall, a common detail with each mom is that I either rarely or never saw their spouses. These were either single or divorced moms that were raising their sons and daughters on their own, which thinking about it makes it even hotter that they were all so attractive. Let's hear it for neighbourhood moms, and feel free to share stories of MILFs in your neighbourhood as well.

Growing up my mom wasn't openly racist in public, but she and my dad had no qualms making black jokes around company or otherwise badmouthing minorities in the privacy of their own home. It wasn't ever a big deal because none of us had black friends, and when there was the odd darker guests around, they would both act cordial and polite with them.

My dad has since passed, and my mom eventually started dating and seeing other men again. I remember the two of us talking one night after dinner, and she was asking my opinion on her going out with other guys, since my sister disapproved. I told her she is an adult with her own life and she's free to see who she likes, which is true. It was also true that my dad was my worst bully growing up, and having my mom date and kiss and fuck other men while he lied six feet under was appealing to me. Anyways, the topic went to the types of partners she liked, and she overtly said she would never date a black guy, calling them violent and controlling.

I'm not particularly obsessed with the race of the guy in my fantasies, so hearing this wasn't overly disappointing or anything. However, I do know that my dad was way more racist than my mom, and their favorite vacation to go on together before his health declined was Cuba. So in my mind, it's very satisfying to imagine her travelling there again by herself and, by chance or by arrangement, meet a black stud gentleman that completely woos her.

To think, on a vacation that's normally reserved for her and her husband, she gets romantically swept off her feet and allows for someone she'd never consider dating before now into her room. Then que the passionate kissing, sweet cuddling, and complete domination of her thick, red-headed body by big, black dick. Just the two of them at a beautiful beach resort, making love for weeks where he can appreciate her in her lovely summer dresses, her aqua-colored swimsuit that barely covers her ass, and her semi-sheer babydoll which she only brought on a whim, and only ever wore for her husband.

Together, they make new memories that change my mom's entire view on black guys, and she goes on to see them as appropriate, if not ideal mating partners.

Read it last night and liked it quite a bit. I was a bit worried at the beginning from some of the flowery language, but I either got used to it or it wasn't as prevalent as the story went on. I appreciated the constant attention the son had towards his mother's figure, which kept up the sexual energy even when there wasn't a lot happening on set. The payoff around the 3/4 mark (after the cellar) was satisfying, and overall I felt the take on this haunted house reminded me quite a bit of American Horror Story S1 and Haunting of Hill House, both of which I love.

As an erotic story, I do wish the ending had more of a sexual focus than it did, though if the intent was more to create a cohesive story with erotic elements then it more or less succeeded. Will definitely consider going through your other stories as well now to get a better sense of your style.

i do not see the story. nor the attachment to download.

He literally said in the post above yours that some asshole posted the story somewhere else without permission and thus removed the attachment.

Sorry to hear that, Cuckson. A shame they couldn't respect your wishes. Still looking forward to anything you might release in the future, Literotica or otherwise.

Seems like a one and done mates, the original post was from a guest profile anyway so there isn't anything to look at from the person's question above.