Desperate Housewives belongs to ABC and Marc Cherry. This is just fiction, this is nothing to do with the show or the plotlines. I'm not making any profit from this story. If you aren't into kinky situations like incest, then this story is not for you. In real life, you should use protection and take precautions. If you are not 18 or older don't read the story.
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Andrew was thrilled that his mother was off doing vounteer work (or getting drunk, whatever). He had a chance to spend time with his lanky, luscious, pure-hearted blonde sex toy, Justin. Justin was probably too innocent for a sociopath like Andrew, but Andrew loved having him around.
At the moment Andrew had his tongue shoved far up Justin's tight little ass, preparing his lover with natural lube while he slicked KY over his own fat, hard 8 inches. Justin moaned into the couch cushions, sliding his slender 7 inches against the couch cover. Sweat dripped down his back and onto Andrew's short blonde hair, down his forehead and nose, into Justin's ravished hole.
Justin let out a mixture of a sigh and grunt as Andrew mounted him. His cock seemed born for Justin's hole. Justin couldn't get enough.
Just as they began, the door opened, and a shocked Bree saw her son fucking his boyfriend up the ass.
Andrew just smiled at her, and thrust harder into Justin.
"Hi, Mom!"
The sound of Bree's purse hitting the floor was quickly joined by the sound of a gun being uncocked.
"LEAVE MY SON ALONE NOW. NOW. NOW..."
The gun swayed in Bree's trembling, drunken hand. Justin didn't have to be told twice. He mouthed, "I'll call you" to Andrew and gathered his clothes as he sprinted out the door.
Andrew shook his head. How pathetic.
"Don't say a word to me, you little deviant. Get to bed. We will talk about this tomorrow, and talk about what we have to do to get the demons out of you."
Andrew didn't bother to argue. As pissed as he was, he knew when to pick his battles. He could wait.
He waited a few hours until he was sure Bree had drunk herself to sleep. He crept into her bedroom, digital camera in hand, turning the lights on just enough to get a good picture.
His mother looked hot all splayed out in her black silk negligee. He wasn't that into women, but he did enjoy them more than he let on. And his mother was a gorgeous bitch. Her red bush was trimmed into a scarlet landing strip. He dove his mouth down on to her snatch and groped her firm, natural, small breasts.
He slipped down his boxers and ground his naked crotch against her. He wasn't going to fuck her, yet...he wanted to save that for when she was sober. Thoughts of his fat horse meat inside his mother's repressed pussy were enough to make him come all over high thigh. He rubbed the son seed into her twat and then left the room.
He couldn't wait for her reaction when she saw those photos...he couldn't wait for tomorrow.