Chapter One
-Too Shy to Offer Peach Pie-
Carla was just simply sick and tired of repeatedly masturbating night after night, all alone, especially when she understood very well that she had a competent eighteen-year-old viral son with a stiff hard cock living just down the hallway from her, just a few short steps away.
Carla was more than sure that her only son Benji would eagerly fuck the shit out of her if she just offered her cute little scruffy, stubbly muffin to him sometime. But Carla had always been timid and coy, and she surely couldn't just up and spontaneously make a sexual move on her very own son that way, no, not quite like that, anyway.
She needed a slow, methodical, seemingly innocent process to possibly seduce her own son into fucking her, she decided, as she lay in bed that night after again pummeling her wet twat into complete oblivion.
It should be a well-thought-out procedure that left no doubt about her wants and needs, but it should also appear as if she didn't even know that was what she desperately craved from him most of all.
Oh, Carla wanted Benji's cock badly enough, all right; you can bet on that already. Still, her shy, quiet demeanor required that she slowly feel the situation and carefully make it happen in her unique little way, as she would always appear utterly unaware of it all. At least until it was all over and done with for the first time, and she began to anticipate that eagerly.
Carla decided she should probably reevaluate her entire wardrobe around Benji at home when they were alone, just to let him see what he was possibly missing from her. She snickered.
She then suddenly questioned herself as to if she should cleanly shave the scruffy two-week-old stubble of dark pubic hair from around her unshaven cunt, but then decided just to let it grow just a little more first instead, as was her usual preference these days.
"It might even help some to draw him in," she thought. Some young men, it seemed, liked it that way; she was sure she had once read that somewhere, she mused. Carla suddenly realized how severely she wanted to offer Benji a taste of her sweet, stubbly pie; she was plum giddy about it.
And, of course, she was also suffering pretty severely to return the favor and take his hard dick into her wet open mouth and then swallow his hot load of jism that he would surely pump to her fairly quickly. But mostly, she just wanted her son Benji to fuck her nonstop, long and hard, all night long. And quite often at that, she thought. She desperately wanted him to blow his nut deep inside of her and pump her full of his sweet, thick seed.
"Ahh, but all in good time, Carla, my dear," she scolded herself quietly as she lay in bed, gently patting her well-beaten, fuzzy little peach with her open hand and slick wet fingers.
Chapter Two
-Kiss Me Tender-
With the next day's dawn, Carla somehow knew her first order of business was to figure out how to get a kiss from Benji, a real kiss, mind you, not a quick mother-son peck on the lip thing but a passionate tongue kiss. The kind of kiss that mothers and sons do not partake in as an everyday occurrence. But how to go about that remained a complete mystery to her throughout the day, but she wasn't giving up already, not by a long shot.