Intimate Game of Thrones: Family Reunion

John's small hands rested on Sarah's rounded abdomen, the simple cotton sundress she wore warm from the late-morning sun spilling through the kitchen window. In the cozy breakfast nook the smell of coffee lingered, but the three of them had long since abandoned their half-eaten toast; the game they'd drifted into eclipsed anything as ordinary as food. John tipped forward until his cheek pressed the fabric stretched over her bump, eyes closed in make-believe wonder.

Sarah's fingers threaded through his hair, the slow scrape of her nails against his scalp drew a shaky sigh. She kept her tone gentle, maternal, even as her hips shifted in subtle invitation against the chair. John, croaked, "Hey, Mommy?" He spoke to Sarah with a lighthearted tone.

Sarah, Sarah, "What's going on, John? You're looking for your sibling." The three of them had come together unexpectedly for dinner; they'd planned it out in advance but hadn't all made it through the night. They'd decided it was best to eat that morning and share a potluck breakfast next week instead.

John, "Hey, Sarah?" He called back to her. "I'm looking for my little brother." The three of them had been talking about their childhood and growing up; they'd left out those details in the first place.

Story of mother and son sex

Did you like this story? Intimate Game of Thrones: Family Reunion look, but like these, here Story of mother and son sex.