Sunita was fooling around her son’s phone in an attempt to see if he was up to no good. She’d recently read on the internet everyone seems to be fap-chatting in some way or the other. She wanted to prevent him from landing in any trouble at his adolescent age. Scrolling around, she didn’t find anything. She was about to keep the phone away until she observed a thumbnail that had an odd-looking thumb on it. But it wasn’t a thumb indeed. It was something that made her mouth water and petals moist. The primal nature of the odd-looking thumb and how much she wanted to hold it, caress it, and get hammered by it stimulates her womanhood. And then it hits her. It’s her son’s pego. She recognized the bathroom tiles in the background of that image. She hurriedly puts the phone away, disgusted by herself.
She can’t believe that she is so aroused right now that she hates herself. She still couldn’t stop herself from locking herself in her room, laying down on the bed, and spend herself in the memory of her son’s third leg. She gyrates to the bliss of one of the most intense moments of lubricity she has had in a while; the shame and guilt hit her.
She turned that erogenous part of her brain off and resumed being an accountable mother. She feels so blameworthy about it that she start thrashing her genitalia to amend for her error. It was necessary to inflict pain upon it. She has sinned nonetheless. The sharp blows make the blood capillaries color her petals crimson red. But there’s more to it; the pain spurred her to touch herself again. She experienced another round of copious lubricity one more time.
Now that she had punished herself for the morbid performance, her brain was relieved that she received the appropriate punishment for it. She promised herself that she would never repeat it.
She was content that she could shoulder through the entire day without reminiscing about the odd-looking thumb in the picture, albeit at night when her mind started wandering again. She tip-toed into his bedroom, hoping that he would be asleep, and somehow she could look at that picture again.
It is not one of my regular posts which follows a storyline. I’m just presenting a concept. The plot is about a mother who has developed wicked emotions and feeling for her son. Now there are many ways to reach up to this point. You can have one of your own.
The mother couldn’t accept that she wants her son in a way a trollop wants a man. It results in her punishing herself. The mother would slap, thrash and even choke herself until the point she had received enough suffering. She doesn’t know that subconsciously she wants to be punished by someone else. The mother wants an authoritative figure to take control of her desires and lead her to the path of absolute rapture and pleasure.
Ultimately son finds out what his mother is up to, and he starts to observe her in the process through the keyhole. He is curious to know about the reason behind it. The spectacle sprouts the lewd thoughts in his brain. It will eventually lead them to discover the darkness inside them. Son would grow up to become the man who’d control his mother.
This journey won’t be simple and easy by any means. How; it will metamorphose into a voluptuous, blissful, and interbred storyline that’s up for a discussion.