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Picking up the plates, she took a step towards the swinging door to the dining room. The clock above the door was just a tad bit past six, and she laughed realizing that Daniel would give her a hard time about it. The idea of making him lose his word made her pussy pulse with want. His eyes dropped, and she thought she saw him blush. Taking in a mouthful, she enjoyed how much sweeter the vegetables were tonight. Finishing the food in her mouth, they locked eyes with each other. He was blushing now, looking away and Patricia accidentally licked her lips. I don’t look at it, but every time I use the search bar, the sites pop up.” “Dammit,” Patricia thought. That was the reason it was in an office downstairs so that they both could have access. He fumbled out of the seat, and she heard him bound up the stairs. She did know one thing, though; her body needed a dick, and no amount of masturbating was going to satisfy her pussy now.

When she came through the door, sure enough, Daniel commented. He was sitting at the other end of the table looking at the table, which was long enough to sit eight people plus the two on the end. Setting his food in front of him, she sat down in the seat next to him. I would hate for my make-up to be messed up.” He looked back up at her. There was an awkward silence as she sat down next to him. Her pussy was beginning to buzz and moisture began to oil her pussy. ” “No mom, I haven’t.” She knew that he had never had a girlfriend and only once had he ever mentioned being interested in a girl, which had been one of his teachers. Of course, he was eighteen, but his face was smooth. Plus, it seemed such a waste to have an empty room in the house. He was the nearest relief and so biting her lip, she conceded to pursue him. She knew that if she called to Daniel, he wouldn’t respond.

A cock would be satisfying and even though she had remained abstinent, she still took her birth control pills in case something presented itself that she was willing to take advantage of. To have him walk in on her naked really got her bothered she could have used it to pounce on him. It was time to start preparing dinner while he worked on homework.

Sighing, she moved around the bedroom to find something to wear. She was a teacher after all and with all of the accusations flying around about educators and students, not to mention the often scandalous remarks and hunts over teachers who dressed sexually at all, she wanted to give little reason for someone to pursue her.

Having such a title for herself, Patricia had quickly gained it as a title. Other students, teachers, and anyone that was willing to whip their dick out for her. Everyone knew if you wanted your dick sucked or even fucked, she was the one to go to.

That all stopped for her when about halfway through college, her birth control failed, and she had gotten pregnant with Daniel. As he grew in her belly, she managed to compartmentalize her “sluttier” side, and it had stayed buried. To understand why she felt the way she did, Patricia could only think of one thing, Porn.

There weren't any wrinkles on the corners of her blue eyes, and her blonde hair was long. Abstinent and sexually frustrated, her thoughts were about her son Daniel.

Daniel had turned eighteen just last week and ever since his birthday, Patricia could not get sexual thoughts of him off her mind.

If she needed a dick so badly, why didn’t she just walk over to the neighbor’s and let the man fuck her? The fantasy had to be realized or she would be regretful about missing the opportunity. Instead, she looked at her plate and dug into the salad. His mother sat back down at the table and waited for him to regain his composure. She was hoping that she would be the one preparing him. Even though she had bought the computer under the guise for his schoolwork, it was so she could look at porn. “Young man, I don’t know what to say to-“ The chair he was sitting in screeched as it pulled against the wooden floor. Sighing and utterly frustrated now, she picked up the dishes and headed for the kitchen. Finished with the chore, she wondered now what to do about Daniel.

She had even been content to let it disappear into oblivion, but as her son blew out the candles on his cake, a specially made one that she had splurged on for him, Patricia saw her son as a man. Hearing the front door of the house slam shut, she prepared to end her pity party for herself in the mirror. He replied, but his voice didn't carry well through the walls of the house.

She sighed in frustration, if her sone had taken a few more minutes coming home, she would had have migrated to the bed . She swore under her breath realizing that is she hadn’t answered, he would have investigated to see if she was alright.

She had a problem, she knew it, but since that birthday, the search history was loaded on searches on mother/son incest. One more thing that was almost absolute rule in the house is that they swapped days cooking.

Patricia wanted to make sure her son could survive without her, especially when he went to college.

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