It was- you were- amazing!" But I had sex with my son!" she agonised. "Mothers aren't supposed to do that!" Perhaps," I began slowly, "mothers shouldn...t. But lovers are. And they do what we did. Can't you see it? I love you, mom. No matter what. And I always will."She sniffled, wiping at her face herself. "I love you too, honey. But what I did ... I am so sorry, I shouldn't have used you like that. It was so wrong of me, so wrong..."Her voice broke. Tears of sympathy, empathy, welled in my own. Sex stories can be entirely different than explaining just pure intercourse explanation.Many novice writers misunderstand the difference between sex story and sex narration. They are entirely different. Writing pages of content explaining what boy and girl did to each other in sex is sex narration and not sex story. That is too boring to read.I got fed up with not finding the content of my liking and I started writing a story that fulfills my inner thirst. I created a multi-episode story named. I ran my hands gently through her hair. All too soon I felt like I was going to climax, so enthralled was I by her dedication I gave her a warning which to my pleasant surprise only made her go faster. When I came she kept sucking until a second wave of pleasure came over me.She got up and I told her we were going to the bedroom. "I really don't think we should.." she said as I guided her there. I kissed her neck as my hands felt her full soft breasts. I raised one to my mouth and sucked on her. She sat down with her sexy legs crossed and dress riding up. It was obvious that he was the dominant one, as he began talking about her and what she likes, what he likes, etc. He asked her to kisses up her dress and show the panties she was wearing, which were thin black lace. He said I could keep these as a souvenir. She was still a bit nervous by the whole scenario, so he took the lead and undressed to his underwear. I did the same. so he undressed and offered his cock. It was very large.