My Cocy Valentine

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.

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Mona opened her eyes. "What is going on?"

There was a familiar sensation in her pussy. It felt stretched and... wait a minute" she thought, "Am I being fucked? Is this a dream?" It felt like a huge erect penis was slowly sliding in and out out of her. Like it used to be before her husband Lionel was murdered. He was hung like a horse and he used to fuck her several times a day. She missed him so much -- his smile, his wit, his intelligence, and his beautiful, enormous, thick penis. Since he had died, she no longer felt as sexual as she had when he was alive. They had been swingers, but Mona had lost interest despite all the invitations that she received for swingers' parties. She had removed the diamond studded gold hoops that

had adorned her gorgeous thick and prominent nipples and the heavy hoop that her husband had pierced her clit with the last Christmas he was alive.

"Who is fucking me??" The body on top of her moved and she was staring into the face of Marcus, her 18 year old son.He pulled out of her and she saw his glistening erect cock. She gasped, her son was even bigger than her husband had been.

"Happy Valentine's Day Mummy dearest" said her son as he plunged back into her depths. Words failed her as she felt him stretching her tight pussy even more than her husband had.

"You were talking in your sleep, crying as you rubbed your clit.I've been listening to you for two years and I couldn't stand to hear it anymore. Especially not Valentine's morning.. I'm going to be the best son in the world today by giving you as much of my cock as you want."

"You just lie there Mummy. I will fuck you straight to heaven. Night after night, I listened to you whimper and cry yourself to sleep because you missed my Daddy so much. I can't bring him back for you. He did leave behind an awesome legacy in the form of my long, thick cock just like my father's. I'm hung like a horse except I'm an even bigger horse!" And he started ploughing into her fast and deep. Mona knew it was wrong, but it felt so right.

Mona and her son Marcus spent the whole day in bed, fucking and sucking, sucking and fucking. He was 18 so he got hard several times an hour. Mona felt satisfied and felt a familiar soreness and swelling between her legs. It was her best Valentine ever.