This is a fictional story of taboo sex between a mother and her grown up son, the incestuous cuckolding humiliation of a submissive small dick husband and that father's pathetic lust for his son's teasing dominant virgin adult fiancé.
Everybody in this tale is over 18 years of age.
1. Mother's Care
Doreen Day despised her son's fiancé with a silent simmering passion. She was polite to the young woman and she hid her feelings from her boy Josh for fear of alienating him for the young man was utterly devoted to her.
Doreen loved her son. Josh was a handsome young man of 21 years old who she felt ought to be enjoying all the pleasures of young adulthood. She hated seeing him waste his early manhood and libidinous energy on his 19 year old virgin fiancé Jenny who she regarded as nothing but a manipulative prim little goody two shoes tease.
By contrast Josh's father Dave thought Jenny was perfect.
Doreen watched in contempt as her husband scampered after the pretty teenager, his tongue out, simpering, obedient, pretending not to ogle the girl's firm little boobs: "Typical of the pathetic little dick pervert. Miss Prim tits has him just where she wants him."
Indeed, around Dave Jenny acted the part of the coy naive earnest student to perfection; looking up at the silly man with wide doe eyes, sucking on her pencil, flattering him, all the while giving him discrete glimpses down her top and up her skirt. Then acting all innocent when Doreen caught her eye with a knowing accusatory look.
Indeed, the girl had a good little figure; not voluptuous like Doreen perhaps but firm and hardbodied; her pert little tits and tight fleshy buttocks made all the more desirable by being out of bounds.
As well as Josh and Dave Jenny had an army of devoted males; earnest college undergraduates and timid suburban husbands, hovering around, spellbound by her alluring virginity.
Indeed it was that very virginity that really offended the devoted mother. It meant that her beautiful, sexy, powerful, passionate boy wasn't getting any of the sex that he needed, that he clearly craved and which Doreen fervently believed he so richly deserved.
Doreen's dislike of her son's frigid fiancé was forged in the simmering furnace of own frustrated libido; her resentment toward her submissive husband who was too busy jerking his little dick over shameful glimpses of Jenny's blossomming flesh and too small to satisfy his wife's considerable sexual appetites.
The horny matriarch wanted to shout at the girl; to plead with the young woman to open her legs for her son's big hard cock while she had the chance: ("I know I bloody would!" she secretly thought!)
Or; failing that, to just fuck off and take up with one those little dick college boys who fluttered around her; set Josh free to fuck genuine girls; honest young women who like getting laid and weren't afraid to admit their libido.
Girls who gave out like Doreen had at their age; like she still would if she only had the chance.
Jenny appeared oblivious of Doreen's real character and opinions. She assumed the older woman shared her own censorious attitude toward sex and men; attitudes she had inherited from her own pious mother and which she considered proper and normal.
To be fair to the girl Jenny had never come across any woman like Doreen before. When they were alone together she would attempt to bond with Doreen by making stereotypical comments about the depravity of males and their disgusting behaviour, about boys being obsessed with sex and objectifying women as objects of lust.
She appeared confused when this was challenged. When Doreen told her that she thought women like to fuck as much as men Jenny just went bright red and laughed as though the older woman had made a ridiculous joke.
Jenny even approached Doreen, discreetly and in confidence - "as one woman to another" to tell her that she had caught Dave looking at her tits and up her skirt. She said she'd felt sick to feel his little 'thingy' stiffen and poke her when she sat on his lap.
Doreen bit her tongue and, instead of telling the girl off for deliberately teasing her husband, she asked Jenny to forgive the silly old fool: "You have such a gorgeous figure my dear, it's hard not to look at your lovely firm breasts and that cute sexy bottom. Anyway, you don't need to worry that he'll do more than look. He wouldn't know what to do with a big girl like you. Talking woman to woman now, I'm afraid Josh's father has a very very small dick."
Jenny had been visibly shocked at this disclosure, which only encouraged Doreen to continue: "My dear, you ought to know that the size of a man's dick is very important; bigger is better when it comes to satisfying a woman's sexual needs. Don't worry. Fortunately Josh doesn't take after his father in that respect. But, as his betrothed fiancé I'm sure you already know that!"
Jenny had blushed and stuttered indignantly. "I'm sure I don't know anything of the sort; we're not all obsessed with what's inside a man's underpants Mrs Day!"
2. Mother's Love
Doreen watched as Josh endured the pain and frustration of enforced abstinence. She knew her son to be possessed of as powerful a libido as her own. She saw the constant erections in his trousers. She wished there was something she could do.
Josh would drive Jenny home to her parents house each evening after dinner at the Day's and return hot, bothered, aroused and unsated.
Doreen always waited up for her son to come home no matter how late. Usually long after Dave had gone to bed. It was their time to talk, to have the mother and son intimate honest exchanges they had always enjoyed.
Doreen had often had a few glasses of wine by the time Josh got home. She might be in her nightie, or wearing a sexy dress, curled up on the sofa with a drink. Josh would join her and they would talk until late.
On this particular night Doreen was wearing a short low cut dress and red lacy matching bra and knickers that she'd bought that day. She'd felt very sexy in the outfit. She'd come downstairs, excited and spun around before her husband, asked Dave if he liked how she looked.
They'd had a row because he'd said it made her tits stick out too much and her bottom was too big and that she looked like a tart. Doreen had lost her temper, laughed scornfully that he was intimidated by the curves of a real woman because of his little boy dick and that was why he was constantly looking at younger women.
David gone to bed in a huff and Doreen had drunk wine and walked around the house in her lingerie. Fuck him. She knew she was sexy. She felt sexy. She'd put on some disco music and danced on her own in front of the hall mirror.
She was lying on the sofa feeling angry, frustrated and horny, beginning to finger her wet pussy and thinking about finding a porn film on the internet when she heard the back door. Josh was home earlier than expected.
Doreen managed to sit up and cover herself before her son walked in.
"You're back early, I thought you might stay over at Jen's tonight."
Josh sat down heavily on the sofa next to his mother with a sigh of frustration apparently oblivious to his mother's slurred speech, flushed cheeks and her sexy attire.
"Oh mum. I wanted to, I thought she might want me to stay this time because we almost, you know...we were close to...doing it. But no. She suddenly went all cold and told me to go home."
It was only then, looking up at her with his sad, tearful frustrated eyes, that he became aware of his mother. He appeared to take in Doreen's body and stopped talking.
Doreen patted the space on the sofa by her side.
"I'm so sorry Josh. Come and sit next to me. You look like you need a hug."
Josh sat next to her, put his arms around her, his head on her bosom and lay in his mother's arms. She felt her nipples harden against her son's face. She stroked his hair and kissed his forehead.
"I'm sorry to hear Jenny's not making you happy."
"Thanks mum. I think it's because her mother hates me. She says I'm only after one thing."
