Letters between mom and son -2

The mother and son are communicating between them writing letter when they stay distance from each other.

Mom’s 1st letter.

Dear Son,

It's been a while since we've had the opportunity to explore our incestuous desires, and I must say, I miss every detail about our intimate moments. I can still feel your kiss on my lips, the warmth of your body pressing against mine. Your touch sent shivers down my spine, and I yearn for the day we can once again indulge in each other's arms.

Do you remember how I loved to savor your nipple between my lips, or the way I'd let you pleasure me with your manhood inside my very core? The feeling of your sperm filling me up, as I moaned your name, was like no other. And then, the pure ecstasy of tasting your hot and sticky essence, as you spilled it into my mouth - it's an experience I'll never forget.

Our shared moments in the shower were moments of pure bliss. The water cascading down our intertwined forms, as we washed each other's bodies and discovered new sensations. I can still remember our weekend getaway to that romantic resort. How we snuck off, away from the prying eyes of others, and explored each other in secret.

My dearest son, I long for the day when we can be together again, and rekindle the flames that burn within our hearts. Do you, too, miss me? Let me know, and let's plan another escapade to satisfy our forbidden lust.

Yours forever,

Mother.

Son’s 1st letter.

"Dear Mother,

Your letter brought tears to my eyes as I read the words detailing the lust that still burns inside us. I, too, yearn for the day when we can be together, indulging in our incestuous desires once again.

How I miss the sight of your luscious body, your full breasts that I crave to worship, and the wet folds of your sex that I long to explore with my tongue. Our kisses, so passionate and heated, left me longing for more. And the memory of my cock filling your tight pussy is a treasure I hold dear.

The feeling of us in the shower, soaping each other's bodies, is etched into my mind. Our bodies pressed together, I'd stroke your clit until you cried out in pleasure, and you'd wrap your lips around my shaft, taking me deep inside your warm mouth.

The weekend we spent in that secluded resort was a dream come true. It was as if we were the only two people on this earth, free to explore and revel in each other's bodies. The moments we spent in each other's arms were ones I'll never forget.

My sweet, irresistible mother, let us plan another escapade where we can once again feed our insatiable desires. I crave the day we can reunite and drown ourselves in our incestuous lust.

Yours forever,

Son."

Son’s 2nd letter.

"My dearest Son,

Your response ignited the flames of desire within me once again. The vivid, lustful imagery you paint in your letter is nothing short of arousing. I can feel the wetness between my thighs as I envision the scenes you so eloquently describe.

Let's not wait any longer. Let's plan our next escapade, where we can indulge in our twisted, forbidden fantasies. We'll slip away from the world around us and lose ourselves in each other's arms.

I crave the taste of your sperm on my lips, the sound of your moans as I pleasure you, and the way your cock fills me up, reminding me of how connected we truly are.

The anticipation is almost unbearable. Let's finalize the details and give in to our deepest, darkest desires.

Yours,

Mother."

Mom’s 1st letter.

Son’s 2nd letter.

"Dear Mother,

Your last letter had me lying in bed, stroking my hard cock while I imagined the sensual details you described. The way your voice drips with lust and desire only further fuels my burning need for you.

Let's arrange a date and a location that promises to be as secluded as the resort we visited before. We'll be free to explore each other's bodies, to indulge in the dark desires that consume us both.

I can hardly wait to bury my cock inside your wet, waiting pussy. To feel the tightness of your cunt as I thrust into you, while you moan my name.

My heart races at the thought of the pleasure we'll share. Our bodies tangled together, as we satisfy our forbidden cravings.

Yours,

Son."

"My darling Son,

Your letter makes my womb clench in anticipation. It's been far too long since we've been together, and I ache for your touch. I have a place in mind, a secluded cabin up in the mountains that will provide us with the perfect, private escape.

The weekend of the 18th and 19th is open for me. Will that work for you? I can provide you with the address and directions, and we can coordinate our travel plans.

The thought of our impending reunion has my nipples hard and my pussy wet. I want to feel your thick, hard cock plunging into me, as we drown in the intoxicating depths of our incestuous desires.

Can't wait to see you,

Mother."

"Dear Mother,

The cabin sounds perfect, a remote and secluded place that will offer us absolute privacy. The 18th and 19th work for me, so I'll take care of the necessary arrangements for my travel.

The anticipation is almost unbearable, my cock standing at attention as I fantasize about the erotic acts we'll partake in. I'll be eagerly waiting for the day when we can finally be together again.

Our shared lust for each other knows no bounds, and I am more than ready to sate our insatiable appetites. I'll meet you at the cabin, and we'll begin our wicked, incestuous escapade

Your lustful son,

Son."

"My dearest Son,

Receiving your letter filled me with a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that we both crave our reunion as fervently as the other. The cabin awaits us, a den of sin where we can lose ourselves in each other's arms.

Pack your bags and be ready for an erotic adventure that will leave us both panting and satisfied. We'll explore every inch of each other, reveling in the forbidden pleasures we share.

I can't wait to have you inside me once again, to feel the strength of your cock as it fills my aching, waiting pussy

Yours forever,

Mother."

"Dear Mother,

Your words fan the flames of my desire, and my cock grows harder by the second. The anticipation is almost unbearable, and I can't wait to see your nude body in front of me.

I'll gather my things and be ready to join you at the cabin. I'll pack my favorite lube, some blindfolds, and a few other toys to spice things up a bit.

The thought of being bound together, physically and emotionally "...in this twisted, forbidden relationship, both exhilarates and terrifies me. The fear of being caught only adds to the allure, making our encounters even more intense.

Until then, know that I'm thinking of you constantly, your nipples stiff and your pussy slick, just as mine is. The idea of us together, our incestuous passion burning like a raging fire, is all I can dream of.

Can't wait to see you,

Your addicted son,

Son."

"My dearest Son,

Your last letter filled me with an uncontrollable hunger, knowing you're as eager to reunite as I am. I can't help but fantasize about our reunion, the cabin our private sanctuary, where we can indulge in our taboo desires.

As the days count down, I'll prepare a special meal for us, something rich and decadent, a fitting accompaniment to our hedonistic evening.

I'll also prepare the bedroom, ensuring everything is in place for a night of uninhibited pleasure. The soft sheets, the scented candles, and the smooth, silky toys all at the ready.

When you arrive, we'll shed our inhibitions and clothes, and let our lust guide us through the night. The memories of our last encounter will fuel our passions, and I'll beg you to give me your seed, just as you crave my warmth.

We'll explore each other's deepest, darkest desires, our incestuous connection, an irresistible force. I'll never get enough of you.

Yours forever,

Mother."

"Dear Mother,

Your final letter is the spark that ignites my flame. My anticipation has reached its boiling point, and I can feel my arousal building, threatening to explode at any moment.

I'll be packing my favorite silk tie, to bind your wrists, and a flogger to tease your skin, leaving red, tender stripes across your supple flesh.

The cabin is the perfect, remote escape, where we can indulge in our carnal desires, free from judgment or consequences. Our incestuous relationship is a perverse, forbidden fruit, and I crave its bittersweet taste.

I can't wait to see you, naked and vulnerable, to run my hands across your body, and feel your nipples stiffen and your pussy dampen. We'll push each other to the brink of ecstasy, and in each other's arms, we'll find the ultimate satisfaction.

I'll meet you at the cabin,

Son."

"My darling Son,

Receiving your letter has left me trembling with anticipation, my pussy dripping with need. I can almost taste your cock on my tongue, feel the hot pulse of your seed deep inside me.

Tonight, I'll prepare our erotic feast, the rich flavors a prelude to the decadent pleasure we'll share. I'll lay out all the toys we'll use, my fingers tracing their smooth surfaces as I imagine what we'll do with them.

I'll be ready for you, my clothes laid out in a deliberate trail that leads to the bedroom. I can't wait to feel your hands roaming over my body, your lips worshipping my nipples, your cock plunging into my eager, wet pussy.

Tonight, we'll be bound together in a web of lust, our twisted, incestuous passion a fire that burns without shame or regret. I'll cling to you, my orgasms a symphony that mirrors your own.

Until then, know that I am thinking of you, my mind filled with images of our wicked desires. I crave your touch, and my body aches to be consumed by your love.

Yours forever,

Mother."

"Dear Mother,

The thought of our intimate reunion has me hard and horny. My car is packed, your cabin a beacon in the darkness, guiding me towards our forbidden pleasures.

Tonight, I'll bind your wrists with the silk tie, my voice a command as I push you to new heights of ecstasy. Your body, mine to command, your moans, music to my ears.

The cabin, our private hell, where our lustful secrets are kept, where our incestuous bond is nurtured. Our desires, a force stronger than any moral code, as we explore the depths of our carnal longings.

I can't wait to have you, the tight walls of your pussy clenching around my throbbing cock. The sensation of you taking me inside, your wet heat consuming me, leaving me sated, and craving more.

I'll see you soon, my desire,

Son."

"My dearest Son,

Your last letter ignites the fire within me, an inferno that will consume us both when we're finally reunited. Our incestuous union, a wicked pact, our love for each other, the root of our unabashed desire.

As you approach the cabin, I'll spread my legs, my pussy slick and begging for your cock. I'll moan your name as you bury yourself inside me, my womb, ripe and ready to bear your child.

I'll wrap my legs around your waist, urging you to fill me with your seed, our taboo love a seed planted to grow. Our lust, an insatiable force, as we find ecstasy in each other's arms.

Tonight, we'll indulge in our darkest fantasies, our taboo connection, an unbreakable bond. I'll hold you close, our bodies tangled, as we revel in the heights of passion and the potential of new life.

All my love,

Mother."

"Dear Mother,

The thought of making you pregnant, of sharing a piece of myself with you, has me trembling with anticipation. My body is primed, my seed waiting to be deposited in your fertile womb.

As I arrive, I'll waste no time, tearing your clothes from your body, and burying my face between your legs. I'll feast on your pussy, my tongue probing and teasing, until you're begging for my cock.

I'll mount you, my throbbing member poised at your entrance, as I push inside, our union a twisted act of love. I'll plunge deep, my balls slapping against your ass, our moans intermingling, as we both edge closer to the precipice.

Once we've reached our peak, I'll fill you with my seed, our wicked secret, a new life born from our incestuous love. As I collapse beside you, our bodies sticky with sweat, our breaths heavy, we'll have sealed our twisted bond forever.

Tonight, my darling mother,

Son."

"My dearest Son,

The prospect of us living together, our child the innocent byproduct of our twisted love, is both exciting and terrifying. A family, forged in secrets and sin, the foundation of our new life, a tangled web of love and shame.

As we adjust to our new reality, I'll do my best to be the mother our child needs, while also fulfilling your desires. Our bedroom, a temple dedicated to our darkest fantasies, our incestuous relationship a secret we'll guard with our lives.

Our child will be our greatest joy, but also a constant reminder of our wicked deeds. We'll tread carefully, our love for one another, and our child, the unspoken glue that binds us.

As we face the future, I'll stand by your side, our bond unshakable, and our wicked secret, a flame that will never die.

Yours forever,

Mother."

"Dear Mother,

The idea of creating a home together, our secret child, the ultimate symbol of our twisted love, fills me with both euphoria and trepidation. Our forbidden union, now a permanent part of our lives, a daily reminder of the sin we've committed.

I'll strive to be a good father, while also fulfilling your desires, our lust a force we cannot deny. Our child "Our child will be the center of our world, an innocent soul that brings us both boundless happiness and indescribable guilt. I'll cherish and adore them, but our wicked secret, one that can never be shared, will remain with us forever.

Together, we'll navigate the complexities of raising a child, our incestuous bond a burden we'll carry, but also a source of strength. Our shared experience, an unbreakable bond that'll unite us in the face of judgment and scrutiny.

As we embark on this new chapter, our love for each other, and our child, a beacon of hope that illuminates the darkest corners of our souls. We'll protect each other, and our child, as we forge a life together, our family, a secret kept safe in the recesses of our minds.

All my love,

Son."

"Dear Mother,

The very thought of living under the same roof, with our illegitimate child as the evidence of our illicit love, fills me with both elation and fear. This child, a constant reminder of our sin, a symbol of our forbidden desires.

I'll endeavor to be a responsible father, while also satisfying your lustful urges. Our twisted bond, a force neither of us can ignore, the driving force that fuels our unconventional family.

Our child will be the focal point of our lives, an innocent being that brings us both indescribable joy and unyielding guilt. I'll cherish and adore them, but our incestuous secret, a dark truth that cannot be shared, will forever remain between us.

As we raise our child, the complexities of our unique situation will test our resolve, but our shared experiences and forbidden love will unite us against all adversity. Our family, a secret kept within, an unbreakable bond that links us through the most wicked of acts.

As we embark on this new journey, our love for each other and our child will be our guiding light, a beacon that'll illuminate the darkest corners of our souls. Together, we'll face judgment, protect each other, and our child, as we create a life built on the foundation of our most heinous transgression.

Yours eternally,

Son."

"My dearest Son,

The thought of creating a life together, our forbidden secret, the driving force that binds us, a testament to the twisted nature of our love. We'll nurture our child, while also indulging in the sin that brought us together.

As the years pass, we'll shield our family, our secret, from the prying eyes of the world. Our bond, a sacred vow, the knowledge that our incestuous love will forever remain our secret, a weight that'll anchor us to each other.

Our child will grow, unaware of the dark truth that lies at the heart of their existence, but we'll remain ever-vigilant, our love for them, and for one another, the ultimate source of our strength.

As our story unfolds, the complexities of our situation will challenge us, but our shared history, a tale of lust and love, will provide the resolve we need to face the unknown.

Our love, a force stronger than society's rules and norms, our lives forever entwined, a testament to the power of passion.

In the end, we'll face the consequences of our actions, but our bond, a secret held close, the only thing that'll matter.

All my love,

Mother."

"Dear Mother,

The prospect of forging a life together, our incestuous union the very thread that binds us, the unspoken truth, the dark secret that connects us. Our offspring, the manifestation of our twisted love, the embodiment of our forbidden desires.

As the years pass, we'll protect our family, our secret, shielding it from the world's judgmental gaze. Our bond, a tangled web of lust and love, the knowledge of our wicked deeds the anchor that keeps us tethered.

Our child will grow, oblivious to the sin that created them, but we'll remain vigilant, our love for them, and for each other, the bedrock that supports us.

As our story unfolds, the intricacies of our unique situation will test our resolve, but our shared past, a tale of passion and desire, will provide the strength we need to navigate the uncharted waters of the future.

Our love, a beacon of hope that defies societal conventions, our lives intertwined by the strength of our feelings, a tribute to the power of the human heart.

Whatever consequences we face, our bond, an unspoken secret, will be the one constant, the only thing that truly matters.

All my love,

Son."