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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Carly Mom VII by LaurenMom (MF, inc) (March 2008)
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Summary: Carly receives an email from her son Stephen, directing her
private emails he had set-up for them. EagerSon@tempting.com and
HotMom@tempting.com then exchanged words that confirmed their lust for
one another. And, they planned the next step!

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laurenmom@writeme.com

Story: Carly Mom VII by LaurenMom (MF, inc) (March 2008)

Carly left her friend Linda's house after telling Linda what happened
between Carly and her son Stephen the day before in a private room at
the bank. Stephen jerked himself off while Carly watched. Then Carly,
feeling too embarrassed to touch herself in front of her son, ducked
into a nearby bathroom and took care of her own needs.

Carly confessed to Linda a strong desire to be intimately involved
with her son, to take him in her mouth and taste him. As always, Linda
was a great friend. And in this case, she encouraged Carly do do what
felt good.

As Carly pulled out of Linda's driveway, she received an email on her
hand-held, which read:
"Hi...please check your new email: hotmom@tempting.com. The password
is *******." The message had been sent by eagerson@tempting.com.

"What the hell is he up to?" Carly said to herself. She had intended
to make another stop, but she was now so curious to see what this was
about that she went straight to her office. Once inside, with the door
securely closed, she logged into the new email. She was sure it had
come from Stephen, but she had no idea what to expect.

fr: eagerson@tempting.com
to: hotmom@tempting.com
Dear HotMom...Yesterday was an incredible experience for me. I can't
tell you how good it felt to make myself climax in front of you. You
are the most amazing woman I have known in my entire life. I know what
we're doing is so unusual. I know it's not what the world considers
normal. But I so hope you share my excitement over what may happen and
my desire to explore boundaries with you.
I can't wait to see you again. Please write back.
Love, EagerSon

Carly was floored. She couldn't believe Stephen had written these
words to her. There was no more speculation necessary now. She knew
his intentions and they were to be intimate with his mother. Carly was
flushed with excitement. She felt throbbing between her legs. Her
heart beat fast as she hit the reply button.

fr: hotmom@tempting.com
to: eagerson@tempting.com
My dear EagerSon...I don't know how to respond to your message. I'm at
the same time thrilled and frightened. I think you can sense the
excitement I've felt at the events of this week. I was shocked at your
phone call while you were away. I was even offended for a while. But
then I couldn't stop thinking about it...about you. The next night, I
satisfied myself in bed thinking about it. I thought it would end
there, but when we met for lunch, you talked about it more. I got
excited all over again.
Then, when you had me alone in the private room, my heart leapt as I
saw what you were doing! You shocked me again when you unzipped
yourself and took it out of your pants! I was again thrilled and
scared. I loved the way you looked, loved the way you pulled and
stroked, loved how hard and beautiful it was. But I was scared also.
Scared at how wrong it was that we should be there like that. Scared
at the thought of what others would think. But also, scared at how
much I wanted to touch it...to taste it.
I can't believe I'm saying these things now. I do want to see you, as
soon as I can.
Yours, HotMom
p.s. I can't believe you gave me that name!

Carly was beside herself. She hesitated, but finally mustered the
courage to hit the send button. That felt like a kind of 'point of no
return.' Stephen had now expressed some of his feelings and desires
directly to her. And she had confirmed that she shared them. She
didn't know how long she would wait for a response. She was delighted
that it wasn't long.

fr: eagerson@tempting.com
to: hotmom@tempting.com
Dear HotMom...I'm overcome with both joy and lust. I hope I'm not
misinterpreting your words by thinking that you return my love and
lust! I hope so much that you're not toying with me. Even though just
to be toyed with by a woman as incredible as you would be a wonderful
thing.
But I hope it's more. I hope so much that we can find a way to be with
one another. I want nothing more right now than to touch you, to hold
you, to slowly remove your clothes, to kiss you from your beautiful
mouth down to your beautiful toes.
I hope you won't mind that I am very hard thinking about you.
In lust, EagerSon

"Oh My!" Carly whispered. She looked at her closed office door. She
knew no one would dare to enter her office, but she felt nervous
nonetheless. What if someone saw her, knew what she was writing, knew
what she was thinking?

But there was not getting away from it now. Carly's son wanted her.

fr: hotmom@tempting.com
to: eagerson@tempting.com
Oh, my sweet, sweet Eager Son! If you're bold enough to say that
you're hard, I'll be bold enough to tell you I'm wet. I'm wet in the
place you told me you wanted to stick that hard-on. I know you
remember. I was trying to help you when you were in New Orleans. You
seemed so lonely and so very horny. You asked me to talk to you, while
you did it. While you held it in your hand. I was nervous, but I did
it, for you.
I know you remember. I remember what you said when I asked you where
you wanted to stick it. You said, 'In your pussy.' I couldn't believe
my ears. I got such a rush when you said it. Then when I asked again,
you said something different.
Well, my Eager Son...if you still want to stick that hard thing in
Mommy's pussy, then know that Mommy's wet pussy wants your dick
inside. That's right. Mommy's pussy is very wet for you, Baby.
All yours, HotMom

Carly had occasionally but not often, masturbated in her office. She
didn't think time would permit her going that far. But she did send
her hand between her legs to massage her wetness through her slacks.
In only a few minutes, the reply came.

fr: eagerson@tempting.com
to: hotmom@tempting.com
My super sexy HotMom...I think your desires are clear. I'll go all the
way and name them. You want me to fuck you. Is that it? You want your
baby boy to take his big hard cock, that's hard for his sexy,
beautiful mommy, and slide it deep inside you. Am I right? I hope so,
Mommy. Because that's what I want more than anything. I want to fuck
you. I want to make you cum. I want to fuck you. I want to lick that
wet pussy. I want to fuck you. I want to put my tongue everywhere. I
want to fuck you. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you, Mom.
Horny for you alone, EagerSon

Carly wanted Stephen so badly. She knew if he were nearby, she
couldn't have stopped herself from ravaging him. She was so horny. But
not only that. She was horny only for her son's hard penis, in her
mouth and in her pussy.

fr: hotmom@tempting.com
to: eagerson@tempting.com
My sweet Baby...There's one thing I have to ask. Why me? Why would you
want me? You have a beautiful wife. I'm twice your age. I'm old. I've
gained weight. I want you so badly, S. But why me?

Carly did not wait long for the next reply.

fr: eagerson@tempting.com
to: hotmom@tempting.com
Mom! How can you even say that? You're the most beautiful woman I've
ever seen. No one is sexier! No one has such a body! You've matured
into the perfect, absolutely perfect woman. Your weight is ideal. Your
curves are fabulous. I want nothing more than to see your beautiful
breasts! I want to see your beautiful round ass. I want to touch your
long, strong legs. I want to kiss those amazing lips.
You're smart. You're powerful. You're sexy. You're beautiful. You're
loving. What else is there? You're it, Mom! And I want you so badly!
But alas, duty calls. I must see you, today. I'll arrange a room. Will
you meet me there, my HotMom?

fr: hotmom@tempting.com
to: eagerson@tempting.com
You're making your mom very hot indeed. I keep thinking of yesterday!
You were just a few feet away from me. Why didn't I touch you? Why
didn't I put my mouth on you?
Yes, if you pick a place, a safe place for us, I will be there.

Carly hit the send button once more and sat at her desk, stunned. It
was sinking into her brain what had just happened. She said those
things to her son, Stephen. This wasn't a weekend fling at a
conference, thousands of miles from home. This was her own son, who
was just a few miles away, as was his wife, as was Paul!

But, he wanted her. She knew it. He said it. And she wanted him. He
knew it. She said it. They wanted to have each other. They wanted to
be together. Mother and son wanted to fuck.

The End

laurenmom@writeme.com

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