Best loving mother

Kevin Sellers

CHAPTER ONE

It was a blistering hot June night-so hot in fact that after two solid hours of restless tossing and turning, of trying hopelessly to get some sleep, Gwen Foster finally gave up the effort.

She rose from the tangled heap of her big lonely bed and peeled out of her sweaty nightgown, at last facing up to a decision that had been building up within her for days.

I'm going to do it, she thought.

A quiver of pure anticipation rippled throughout her voluptuous body. She could actually feel her pussy dripping with lust, boiling up in a juicy froth that she'd denied for too long. Now, with that creamy uninhibited sensation rushing over her and sweeping the last twinge of resistance away, she couldn't avoid it another moment.

I'm going to do it. Oh God, I'm really going to do it!

By the time she reached the door of Dane's room, she was shivering in a torrent of mingled emotions. A syrupy gush of cunt-juice poured from between her long smooth thighs. With fingers that trembled a bit beneath the outburst of her own seething hunger, she grasped the knob.

I'm going to fuck my own son! Gwen opened the door and stepped inside, pulling it closed behind her.

As usual, Dane had fallen asleep reading. The soft yellow glow of his bedside lamp made her blink after the darkness of the hall. As her sight adjusted, she saw the youthful figure of her son's athletic body sprawled out on his bed, a paperback spy novel drooping from his fingertips.