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My huge cock, Mom's tight pussy n perfect boobs

8/15/2007

All my life my school friends told me how pretty my Mom was.
I never paid attention to it since, hey, she was my Mom! I
remember as a child she would undress in front of me, removing
her bra and panties. In those moments, I distinctly remembered
how large her breasts were and how they stood straight out
on their own. Well, I'm sixteen this year and oddly,
she's back to undressing in front of me, only in 'accidental'
ways. Like when I would come home and walk through the house
to tell her I'm home and she'd be naked from the
waist up in her room for no good reason. Not that I minded,
but I figured she didn't want me to see her naked. Apparently
I was wrong. Wrong indeed. I had wanted to fuck my gorgeous
Mother since the moment I saw her when I was only nine years
old and saw her tanning herself in the backyard. She had
loosened her bikini top strings and those incredible G-cup
breasts had tumbled out. Capped by huge nipples, I was transfixed
and could not take my eyes off her tight body. Even now, when
I see her in clothes, I scan her body as if she were nude, knowing
exactly what every curve looks like nude. Clothes don't
do her justice: when she's naked, she looks far better
than in clothes. I had been wanting to fuck her for a long
time. Then, one summer day just before my junior year in
high school, I finally did.











At a very young age, I had become aware of Mom's ravishing
looks; aware at least, that she didn't resemble most
other women. She was taller, her hips were wider, her legs
were longer and her breasts were significantly larger.
Plus, her skin was smoother and softer and her arms didn't
have that flab that I saw on her friends' arms. Her face
was so much prettier, too. During my preschool years, I
loved to remind her of this last difference as I tagged along
with her on errands. "Oh, thank you, sweetie, "
she'd say, grinning and giving me a kiss on the cheek.
Before long, I noticed that other people - men, mainly -
noticed Mom, too. Wherever she and I went without Dad, wolf
whistles and shouts like "Hey babe, you're hot!"
followed us like the barks of stray dogs. I became so accustomed
to them, the same way an urban dweller grows deaf to the sound
of sirens, that they became a natural part of my environment.
Even today I never notice when some jerk whistles at a woman
I'm with. On some unconscious level, I probably assume
they're whistling at Mom. I naively assumed all women
provoked the same reactions from men until the day I mustered
the nerve to ask Mom about it. She was walking me home from
kindergarten through our neighborhood of big houses and
lush, sloping lawns, and the route took us past a home being
built two blocks down from ours. As we walked by, a guy with
a thick moustache yelled from the roof, "Hey, baby,
bring those melons up here!" Mom didn't seem
to hear him.











As we crossed to the next block, I said, "Mom, what
was that man talking about?"











"I'm not sure, " she said casually. "Since
he was too lazy to throw in an adjective, like big or long,
he could have meant either my breasts or my legs."


















"Why do workmen always say stuff to you?"











"They do it for fun. And I guess they think they're
being nice."











"Like a gentleman is supposed to be?"











"Mmm, not quite. You'll find out later."


















"You are pretty, Mom. You know that, right?"


















"Thank you, sweetie."











"And those are really big, " I said.











She followed my gaze to her breasts, which were bouncing
around and stretching a green tank top out far in front of
her body. They were as big as small watermelons. "Oh,
not you, too already Keith, " she said, rolling her
eyes.











"No, I mean they're big and pretty, " I said.











"Thank you, doll. Coming from you, I like to hear that.
They are nice and big, aren't they?" She cupped
her hands under them, hoisted the heavy breasts and then
let them bounce up and down a few times, grinning and wiggling
her eyebrows at me. I giggled, but I was simply too young
to realize what a mind-boggling sight it was. It would have
made that guy on the roof squirt his brain into his pants.
"Do you like them? Do they make me look a lot younger
than I am?"











"Probably. How old are you?"











"Never mind."











"Does Dad like them?" I asked, pointing at her
tits.











"He never pays much attention to them; he's a
leg man, " she said.











I wondered what was wrong with him. "I would if I was
Dad." Mom was quiet for a minute. My parents got along
okay, but Dad traveled a lot for a his job. He was the trainer
for a software company. Even when he was home, I didn't
see much of him except at breakfast and dinner. But he a sense
of humor. Before my bedtime, whenever Mom would read, "Green
Eggs and Ham" to me, Dad would stick his head in the
room and say, "Donna, those are green chicken eggs,
right?" She would snicker and say, "Oh, Brian."


















On the sidewalk, Mom and I were nearing our house. "Keith,
starting tomorrow, let's walk to school a different
way."











"Okay."











"And remind me not to wear this top anymore."






























So men lusted after Mom. And one afternoon when I was nine,
I began to lust after her, too. I way lying on my bed and noticed
her out the window as she sunbathed by the pool. She got up
to turn her lounge chair and I gaped at her 5'2, voluptuous,
hourglass figure: smooth, toned legs that seemed to rise
forever until finally flaring into full hips, which in
turn scooped dramatically into a slim waist and flat stomach
with a sexy navel. Above all this, her breasts cantilevered
out like an enormous balcony, each of them as big as the volleyball
she had given me on my birthday. Yet they were supple and
perky, swelling like balloons out of a French-cut bikini
top with nearly a foot of cleavage between them. Her face
was lovely, too, with sculpted cheekbones, a long, sleek
nose and a high forehead, all of which gave her a distinct
air of royalty. Her light-brown hair was down to her shoulders,
straight and thick and glinting like silk in the summer
sun.











When she started for the house and I saw her hips swaying
and her massive tits jiggling and causing her bikini top
to heave up and down, I felt something new and scary and looked
down to see stuff dripping out of my cock. I had just had my
first orgasm. After that, jacking off and thinking about
my Mother became a daily event. She usually wore form-fitting
clothes, like turtlenecks and bodysuits that stretched
taut over her tits and faded jeans that hugged the curves
of her full, shapely ass. Just watching her load the dishwasher
or fold towels made me horny. She had a sensuous, gentle
way about all her movements that made my ears tingle. I was
even turned on by her hands, which were erotic in a sleek,
agile, big-knuckled way. I'd sit at the kitchen table,
pretending to do my homework, and when she wrapped one hand
around an iced tea glass to wipe it dry, I imagined her wrapping
it around my hard cock instead. Then I'd run upstairs,
yank down my pants and frantically do the job myself. Sometimes
I'd even risk leaving my door open, secretly daring
her to stumble upon me and childishly hoping she'd
be flattered - or better yet, turned on - by my lust for her.


















Once during an especially horny weekend when I was in junior
high school, Mom was sunbathing with her younger sisters
Melanie and Marilyn, who are twins and gorgeous but not
quite as curvaceous as Mom. I was in my bedroom watching
them and eagerly jacking off. They were trading body compliments
when they starting admiring each others' tits, and
suddenly a longstanding prayer of mine was answered. After
glancing toward the house to make sure they were alone,
Mom reached up to the front clasp of her red bikini top and
unhooked it. Her enormous breasts sprang out of the cups
and bounced against each other, settling into perfect,
jutting teardrops with just a natural touch of sag as she
removed her top completely, her aureoles small and dark
red and her nipples angled upward like a teenaged girl's.
Marilyn and Melanie looked at Mom's bare tits and cooed
with envy. My reaction was even stronger. No sooner had
I set eyes on them - utterly mammoth yet more perfectly shaped
than I ever dreamed - than my bloated balls contracted and
my cock started exploding cum all over my desktop. Over
twenty long, white ropes of it squirted and squirted, burning
as it coursed up through my rigid dick and madly splattering
all over the bed and the window. A Buffy the Vampire Slayer
doll on my desk took a blast right on her cute little face.
If nothing else, I was a good 'cummer.'











So there was Mom, innocently gabbing with her sisters about
butt exercises and a macrobiotic diet while I mentally
pounded my cock in and out of her pussy, moaning obscenely
and pumping a six-pack of cum out of my balls and all over
the room. I flopped onto my back panting, my shorts around
my ankles, and watched Mom struggle to fit her melons back
into her bikini top. It took me ten minutes to clean up all
the cum. Other boys my age jacked off fantasizing about
Britney Spears or Alyssa Milano (or Anna Kournikova, if
they followed tennis). I jacked off thinking about my Mother.
I began to wonder if I was too weird. But I stopped worrying
after the evening of the seventh-grade pageant, when Mom
came backstage to do everyone's makeup, her hips swishing,
her big tits challenging the straps of a low-cut blue slipdress
and her pheromones glowing like a vapor trail in her wake.
The boys were so mesmerized by the fault line of her cleavage
between the jostling, shifting tectonic masses that not
even the toughest of them complained about the extremely
faggy stuff she was putting on their faces. When she leaned
over them with a mascara brush, her warm, perfumed air enveloping
them and her knockers nearly bursting out of her dress,
their trousers tented and their neck hair stood on end.
Then I knew there wasn't a goddamned thing wrong with
me for wanting to fuck my Mother. Every other human male
who had set eyes on her wanted to fuck her, too. Never in my
life had I felt so much pride.











I first got laid during my freshman year in high school.
The girl's name was Nikki and we did it in the back seat
of her father's old Dodge Ram. She was a sophomore and
had done it with another guy already. "Oh, Keith,
oh, Keith, " she yelled as I screwed her and the truck
lurched up and down. But I didn't call out her name.
I was pretending she was Mom. I never got to fuck Nikki again
and offhandedly heard from another girl that she had told
everyone that I was "too big" and that I'd
hurt her. I don't remember it that way, though.























I was an only child, so Mom tended to dote on me. She was protective,
panicking whenever I didn't get home on time or forgot
to call. She was suspicious of my buddies. "Are his
parents okay?" she'd ask me, groping for reassurance
about someone throwing a party. "Yeah, yeah, they're
fine, " I'd answer. My active social life pleased
her but she was jealous of my girlfriends, even the ones
I just palled around with. "Is she cute?" she'd
ask me in a tickling tone of voice whenever I mentioned a
new name. Then came the staged pouting. "Cuter than
me?" she'd whimper.











"No, Mom, she's not as cute as you." From
my dutiful tone of voice, silly Mom thought I was just patronizing
her. Hardly.











"Very well!" she'd say, her brown eyes
sparkling with triumph. "You're not allowed
to go out with anyone better looking than me." She'd
give me a peck on the cheek that nearly made my dick burst
through my fly every time. Then she'd trot off to run
errands or take a shower, her huge breasts swaying under
a cotton button-down or one of her old college sweatshirts
and her ass giving a pair of khaki shorts a very delicious
shape.











The truth is that my girlfriends, even the ones I just hung
out with, were jealous of Mom. No facetious pouting on their
parts, only genuine, jaw-clenching, green envy. After
meeting her, they never wanted to come to the house, and
when they did, Mom's statuesque looks made them stamp
their feet and grumble some escape plan like, "Let's
go to the mall. Right now." We lived in a small, close-knit
suburb, and Mom's face and body were probably a common
household subject. One evening, a girl I'd dated occasionally
called me, but not to chat. "My Mom wants to know where
she can get boobs like your Mom's, " she said in an attempt to be mean.











My one and only goal for my sophomore year was to play third
base on the varsity baseball team, so I spent the summer
working out twice a day and eating like a champ with supplements
and protein powder. When I wasn't at Gold's Gym
doing squats, I was in the kitchen or the den with a plate
of steak and rice. Mom loved serving as my personal chef
and studied a whole bookshelf of bodybuilding cookbooks.
She'd come into my bedroom every morning at five with
a protein shake and wake me with a feathery stroke on my arm.
I'd drink the shake while she sat on the bed and yawned
happily. Once when she took a long stretch, her arms overhead
and her braless melons practically exploding out of her
satin nightgown, I had to shift under the covers to hide
the bulge of my throbbing cock.











The shakes and steaks, along with all the hours of weightlifting,
paid off. By the end of the summer, my five-foot-ten-inch
frame had filled out to a well-defined 165 pounds. I played
second-string on the varsity team that year and continued
my regimen. By the following June, I was six feet flat and
a husky, sinewy 180. Mom was beginning to take notice. She
had been complimentary since the start of my training program,
but as my shoulders broadened and she noticed she was looking
up into my eyes for the first time, her affectionate took
on new character, a longing that seemed faintly carnal.


















"Lookin' good, very good, doll, " she'd
say whenever she saw me sunbathing by the pool. After bringing
me my shake one morning and kissing me on the cheek, her lips
moved to my ear and whispered, "Wake up, you big tiger."


















It got more blatant. When I was helping her clean out a store
room one hot day in early July, I was carrying a heavy box
and holding the door for her when she paused behind me and
gripped my straining biceps. "Mmm, nice, "
she cooed, her breath on my neck, wiggling her tits against
my back. My knees almost curled. I was getting the distinct
impression that my Mother wanted me. It was understandable.
Dad hadn't been a very strong presence in the family
lately and had never showed much interest in her. I had no
idea when they had last fucked, and I didn't want to
know. I wanted her all to myself. Dad was decent and smart
but socially inept, and I refused to believe he could satisfy
any woman, least of all, Mom. Plus, he was 5'6 with a
bad combover and a beergut. Mom wasn't attracted to
him. That made me smile.











Mom's lusty comments kept coming at me, and I was pretty
sure she had noticed that along with my biceps, my cock was
getting very, very big. I was pretty sure I had spotted her
stealing a couple of glances at my crotch though my jeans,
and one afternoon by the pool, I caught her gazing right
at my bulge as I vaulted off the diving board. No one would
blame her. One day as I lay on my bed stroking my huge dick
with both hands and fantasizing about fucking her doggy-style,
her ass quivering and her tits swinging back and forth,
I noticed a can of Lemon Pledge the maid had left in my room.
I held it against my cock. They were the exact same length
and width: exactly 10-inches long, and 8-inches thick
around. I folded my hands under my head with pride and just
looked at my dick, pointing straight up like a fleshy, engorged
obelisk, the aerosol can of penises, its head dark and purple
and as big as a racket ball. I had a ten-inch prick with my
Mother's name on it. It seemed we deserved each other:
she had the breasts and I brought the cock.























That one thing, the thing I'd been praying for since
I was nine, happened later that very month. It began about
an hour after dinner on a Thursday evening. Mom and I were
at home and Dad's flight was due in late. I was in my bedroom
sitting on my bed and trying to get my mind off Mom, who had
kept my cock at full mast all day with a knit top and a pair
of tight Levis. She'd been going to the gym with me a
couple of times a week, and it was beginning to show: her
triceps were nicely defined and her round ass was riding
even higher than usual in her jeans. All I could think about
was lifting that tank top and sucking her tits, then pulling
down those jeans and sticking my big cock in her pussy. But
those notions were beginning to depress me. It was madness.
She was my Mother and sex would simply never happen. I was
just about to call a buddy to go to the movies when Mom's
fingers rapped lightly on my open door.











"Hey, doll, look at these, " she said, walking
into the room. In her hands she held a black velvet demi-bra
and a matching pair of panties. She dangled them from her
pinched thumb and index finger, one item in each hand. The
massive scale of the bra cups sent a shudder of lust down
my legs. "Like them?" she asked.











"Jeezus, " I whispered.











"I got them today. They're for your father."


















"I think they'd look better on you, " I said.











Mom tittered. "You silly."











I had always been so filial with my compliments to Mom, even
when the rawest things were on tip of my tongue. But this
time I didn't care. I decided to pretend she was a girlfriend
and say what came naturally.











"God, you must look so hot in those, " I said.


















Mom's eyes widened at me and she seemed draw a long,
pensive breath. "Why, thank you, baby doll. Do you
think he'll like them?"











"Uh-huh. Just imagining you in them is turning me
on. But you look so hot in anything, Mom."











"Oh, Keith, " she laughed, "stop before
my head gets too big."











"I'm not flattering you. Your body is beyond
belief."











"Oh, thank you, sweetheart. You're pretty gorgeous
yourself." She was grinning in ecstasy and gazing
off at nothing. She was so used to the crass come-ons from
men on the street and blithe indifference from her husband,
with nothing between the two. My brash, earnest praise
had sunk in deep. A warm silence fell.











"Well?" I said.











"Mmm?"











"You going to model those for me or what?"











She glanced at the lingerie in her hand. "Oh, I don't
know, Keith, I'd feel kind of awkward."











"Gimme a break. I've been sitting here swelling
your head for nothing?"











"God, to think I could actually turn on a sixteen-year-old
boy." She truly didn't realize what a goddess
she was. Modest beauty is such a wondrous thing. "Okay,
" she giggled, "Just so you can give me the final yea
or nay." She went off to her bedroom and I lay back on
my bed rubbing my stiffening cock through my jeans. She
wasn't even into the bra and panties yet, but in my mind
she was already out of them. A minute later, she called out
from her room, "Okay, doll, come see."











I got up and walked to her doorway licking my lips and activating
the video camera in my brain. I was quite possibly going
to see the hottest thing in underwear since Anna Kournikova
modeled sports bras. Reaching her doorway, I nonchalantly
looked inside. The room was moody and long-shadowed with
the light from a single bedside lamp. And there, in the middle
of the floor, stood Mom, giggling. "See anything
you like?" she said.











Oh, yes. Suddenly that bra no longer seemed so huge, stretched
over the lower half of her massive chest that appeared to
be desperately holding back ten gallons of water. Mom's
big, firm tits swelled over it together like two bronzy
water balloons, her smooth skin pushing out just a touch
beyond the top edges of the velvet. When she straightened
one bra strap, causing her left breast to lift and undulate
teasingly, I could practically hear its contents sloshing
like a milk jug. My eyes wandered lower. Below her board-flat
tummy, the panties hugged her round hips in narrow bands
that dove to her crotch in a v-shape. The material lay perfectly
over her tanned, supple curves, and I imagined how her light-brown
beaver triangle, which I hadn't seen since we stopped
bathing together, must have looked under the velvet.











"Well?" Mom asked, smiling and raising her
arms in presentation. "I hope that dazed look on your
face is a good sign."











"Jesus Christ, " I said. Mom tittered again.
"I've never seen anything like it."











"Hey, that could mean you've never seen something
so awful, " she whined.











"Okay, how about this? You're the hottest fucking
woman on the face of the Earth."











"Keith, " she gasped, "watch your language."


















"Show me the back, " I said ignoring her brief
chastisement. She turned around and I took a step toward
her. The panties arced over the globes of her full, heart-shaped
ass, which was far too youthful and resilient to allow the
material to cut into her at the edges. I reached down and
rubbed my cock, which was throbbing at full mast and bulged
like a cucumber across the front of my jeans, the head up
near my left hip. I left it there. The time for hiding my erection
from my Mother was over. I glanced up at her slim, sexy back
and noted that her bra must be a front-clasp.











"Well?" Mom prompted.











"Those panties show off your gorgeous ass."


















"Keith, " she said sternly, "I'm
not going to tell you again to watch your language."


















"I'm sorry, Mom. You look... FANTASTIC!"


















"Oh, Keith, you are being bold, aren't you?"
With her back still to me, she turned slightly to see herself
in the full-length mirror on the closet door and fingered
one of the bra cups. "And the material is so nice. I
love velvet."











"I do, too, " I said, stepping up behind her.
Her linen fragrance rose into my brain. I brought my hands
up to her shoulders and caressed the material on the straps.
It felt soft and alive over her skin and made me wonder how
closely she kept the hair above her pussy trimmed. Thinking
about her pussy autopiloted my hands back down. I placed
both of them on her ass and fondled it professionally. She
drew a quick breath.











"Mmm, feels like those glute exercises have been
working, " I said. "Your ass feels as good as
it looks."











"Keith, honey, thank you, but I don't know if
you should..., " her voice trailed off.











My hands migrated back up to her slim waist and gripped it
for a moment. Mom's head swayed. My hands moved higher,
trembling with anticipation. After years of staring at
Mom's huge tits and ejaculating who knows how many
barrels of cum all over myself in her absence, it was time
to go for the real thing. I let my fingers drift up to the sides
of her bra, admiring the velvet again. Then, in one, smooth,
synchronized movement, I slid them down over the cups and
gave her breasts, at least the portions that fit in my hands,
a firm squeeze. I felt them swell up out of her bra.











Mom drew a long, rasping breath. "Oh, Keith, no, "
she whispered, her head falling back. I thrust my hips forward
and rubbed my big, hard cock against her ass. She arched
her back in response. I pulled my right hand from her breast,
slid it up her neck to sweep her hair out of the way and then
planted a deep, succulent kiss on her nape. With my other
hand, I pulled her left bra strap from her shoulder. Mom
craned her arms back and locked her hands around my ass,
pulling me into her. I ran my lips up and down her neck a couple
of times and then moved to her right ear. "You are so
beautiful, " I whispered before thrusting the tip
of my tongue into it. She shuddered an 'ohmygod'
as her head turned toward mine. I worked her ear, nibbling
on the lobe and grooving my tongue into the little winding
canals above it. With a sudden pirouette, Mom faced me,
grabbed my head and stuck her tongue down my throat. Now
it was my turn to gasp, drawing in a lungful of her heated
mist, which tingled with electric madness like the moisture
in roiling storm clouds. It was sin, it was chaos, it was
the stuff that had made Greek poets fear the sun would turn
backwards in its course. A Mother was passionately kissing
her son. And they were about to fuck. Mom heard my thoughts
and flinched. She pulled her head back with a look of dismay
and planted stern palms on my shoulders.











"Oh, honey, we can't do this. It's crazy.
We'll regret it the rest of our lives." With one
hand she replaced her fallen bra strap.











"But it would be so good, " I said.











"Oh, I know, baby, I know. You're so young and
strong, and I can already tell you know what you're
doing." She looked at my bulging crotch. "And
I can also tell you're hung like a fucking horse, Keith."


















"I wanna do you with it, " I said, leaning down
to kiss her neck.











She didn't stop me. "No, honey, we can't.
You're my son." I kissed her on the lips again
and she instinctively darted her tongue into my mouth before
pulling away. But then her eyes beamed mine with pure lechery,
and her lashes blinked some beguiling Morse code message
of outlaw sex. "I know it would be fantastic, wouldn't
it? But no, we simply can't."











By then I was harder than I had ever been in my life. I looked
down at her huge, round tits, which were straining at the
seams of her bra. If I gave up now, I'd never get this
close again. Before she could raise a hand or speak a word,
I reached up and unclasped her bra. Her tits surged out of
it with such force that the cups flew back around her arms.
I fit my hands under both tits and aggressively squeezed
them for a second: they were firm and ponderous yet the skin
retreated under my fingers like the barely-ripe 32B's
on a teenage girl. Then I leaned down and took her right nipple
in my mouth. My tongue orbited both her areolea, and her
fat nipples immediately stiffened and rose like a pencil
eraser. I flicked my tongue over the tip of it. Mom panted.
"Oh, my god, " she moaned. I felt her hands on
my head and feared she would push me away again. Not this
time. Her fingers sifted lovingly through my hair at the
temples, her motions slow and massaging. Her nails scratched
the back of my neck. Her grip tightened after a moment and
she guided me to her other breast. Meanwhile, I fondled
her ass with both hands and one of hers descended to my crotch.
It groped the impression of my cock through my jeans, stopping
and squeezing like a shoe salesman palpating for toes in
a new boot. Finally, her fingers reached the head and massaged
it. The sensation of her hand on my cock, even through jeans
and shorts, made it surge and strain and turn to solid granite.
I could already feel it dripping precum in a steady trickle.


















"Oh, my god, " she said. "Oh, god, it's
huge!"











She pulled my face from her breast and we looked at each other.
Her breath was coming in loud rushes, her bra was flopping
uselessly at her sides and her big, bare tits, wet with my
saliva, were heaving up and down with each gasp. Her nose
crinkled and her lips curved down into a sneer so lustful
I felt my sphincter contract. "Ooh, Keith, god, "
she said, "you're... so... BIG down there! I
want you in me, Keith, I want to try."











Hearing those nasty words from my Mother for the first time
sent such an unnerving ripple of lust up my spine that for
a second I worried I would lose my erection. My knees were
jello. But that second passed quickly. I unzipped my jeans
and yanked them and my shorts down in one frantic movement.
My big cock sprang out like an upended diving board, its
ten thick inches towering obscenely between Mom and me
and pointing right at her naked tits. I just stood there
and let her see it for the first time.











Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. "Jesus Christ,
Keith! Oh, god almighty, it's gigantic! You've
got the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life!"
Her eyes journeyed down its length. "No wonder the
Mom of that girl you fucked a year ago called me to complain
what you did to her daughter! Mmm, your balls are nice and
big, too."











I stroked it with one fist. "Is this what you want,
Mom?" I asked. "Do you want me to put it inside
you? To make love?"











I planted my hands on my hips and let my cock pulse and twitch.
Mom finally got up the nerve to wrap her hand around it, as
if she were approaching a wild animal. Her fingers didn't
meet. She brought up her other hand and started jacking
with both fists. "Oh, yeah, Keith, I want you to slide
your big cock into my pussy, but I don't want you to make
love to me, Son, I want you to your Mother with that big
ol' cock of yours!"











"Let's lie down on the bed, " I said.











She quickly climbed up on the comforter, her engorged melons
swaying lewdly, and got in position on her back. As I whipped
off my t-shirt, I let my jeans and shorts fall to the floor
so I could step out of them; she lifted her ass and slid her
velvet panties over her full thighs, then bent her knees
and tossed the underwear off her feet. She spread her legs
wide and massaged her clit. She had a small but very full
bush of cunt hair. It was surprisingly thick and I wondered
why I had never seen or noticed it before. "Mmm, baby
doll, come up here, " she said between deep breaths
as I joined her on the bed, my big dong sticking out in front
of me like the jib spar on a sailing ship.











I slid between her legs and braced myself over her at arms
length. The weight of me over her on the springy mattress
made her big tits wobble from side to side. I craned down
and kissed one of them, sucking on her hard nipple for a second,
then I moved up and thrust my tongue as far as it would go into
her mouth, also just for a second. Then I looked down between
us and got ready to fuck her. My hips were high in the air and
my stiff cock was hovering over her beaver, which was just
the neat brown triangle I remembered. I reached down and
took my cock in one hand and guided it toward her pussy.











Mom raised her head to look down there, too, and what she
saw made her grab my tensed upper arms to brace herself.
"Ooh, yeah, baby, my pussy's nice and wet and
I'm ready for you, " she said. She raised her face up to mine and gave me a quick kiss that told me she was
ready more clearly than the words she had just spoken. Then,
just to be sure I had gotten the message, she commanded loudly,
"Fuck me, Keith, your Mommy!"











I held my cock to her pussy and slid the huge head in. She was
even tighter than I had expected. Her hands gripped my arms
harder.











"Point of no return, Mom, " I said. "You're
about to feel it."











She lifted her head again to look down. "Oh, yeah,
sweetheart, slide it all the way in. Fuck me with every inch
of your big cock. Hurt me like you hurt your little schoolgirl
friend!"











I couldn't believe the language that was coming out
of her mouth, but hearing it was almost making me blow my
nuts. She flexed her hips a little for angling and I finally
slid my throbbing prick into her pussy. It gripped me like
a hot, wet vise but I pushed in fast anyway. It just kept going
in. Moaning, Mom rose up on her elbows to watch the action.
"Ooh, baby, give me all of it." Then, after another
couple of inches, "Ungh! Nnnnnngggnnn!! God, this
is going to be so fucking good!"











"Mom, I'm going to give you the best fuck you've
ever had, " I said arrogantly.











"Oh, Keith, I know you will. OWWWW!!" she yelped
in pain from my next two-inch penetration.











"Jesus, Mom, I'm sorry, but your pussy is so tight!"


















I figured the head of my cock would meet her cervix when I
still had three more inches to give her, as had happened
with all the teenaged girls I had banged. Usually after
the seven-inch mark, young girls start crying and pushing
me to stop, and I knew it was because of my thickness, but
also because I felt their tight cervixes crushing my cockhead.
But this time my big, long dick was in a real woman. As we both
watched and she began to cry out "Oh, Keith baby...OH,
Ahhhhh!!" her pussy swallowed my entire cock. My
big balls slapped against her butt just as the head of my
fat prick found the limit of her womb.











I looked up at her. She was writing in pain through clenched
teeth. "Ooh, Mom, " I said, "You've
got all ten inches of me in your pussy."











"Jesus Christ, it feel's like a tree trunk inside
me. God... you're... HUGE! Start fucking me, Keith.
I can't wait any longer! Tear your Momma's pussy
wide open, baby!" She bounced her hips to get me going
and I began sliding my big dick in and out of her with steady,
moderate strokes using about half of its length. Mom grunted
and bucked her hips to meet my thrusts. Her hands squeezed
my chest muscles.











"Is that good?" I asked.











"Ooh, darling, it feels great, but pump faster. Bust
my pussy. I'm so fucking horny, " she said.











I did as the lady asked. My cock pistoned in and out of her,
making a sound like beaded water being swished off a car
hood. I flexed my hips high on each upstroke and pulled it
out right to the tip. After all, my beautiful Mother had
specifically asked me to fuck her pussy with every inch
of my big cock. I was gladly doing it. Her huge tits had already
been wobbling sensually, but when I sped up they went ballistic.
They lifted off her chest and began swinging in opposite
directions, inscribing two circles that met at the center
with a loud slap of skin. Her nipples, still as hard as my
thumbs. I wanted to suck them but the sight of them careening
as I hammered Mom's pussy was too spectacular to interfere
with.











"Oh, Keith, my big tits are going crazy. Look at them!"


















"I am. Just seeing them is almost making me come."


















Her melons weren't the only things in the room suffering
an earthquake. My fast tempo and powerful strokes had set
up a brassy squeak in the box springs that marked our cadence.
Much louder, however, was the sound made by the big cherry
headboard, which was slamming against the wall so hard
that flakes of white paint were falling off the ceiling
molding above it.











"Ooh, Keith, you're fucking me so good, "
Mom said, her words rippling as if she were drumming on her
voicebox. She smiled up at me, and I smiled back at her. "Kiss
me, sweetheart, " she said softly. I leaned down and our tongues mashed against each other in a quick embrace.


















"Mmm, good, sweetie, " she said when I was back
up on straight arms. "You didn't break stride.
But I want some more of that." She lifted herself onto
her elbows so that our faces met. Her tongue shot between
my lips again. It was a long kiss this time, slow and probing
with methodical lust. Then we both looked down. The lips
of her pussy were stretched taut, clinging to my wide, deeply-veined
dick as I banged her.











"Ooh, baby, " she said, "Look at your ten inches pleasing my pussy. You're making me feel
so fucking good, Keith. I just can't believe we're
doing this."











"I can't either!"











"But don't you dare stop. You're a fantastic
lover."











"I've been wanting to fuck you for years, Mom,
" I said, slowing my strokes a tad so I'd last a little
longer. Even so, I was going to shoot my load way too soon.


















"And I've been wanting you to fuck me ever since
you got so buff and gorgeous and sprouted that big cock between
your legs. I noticed it in your swimsuit, " she said,
looking down again at my monster pumping her canal. My dick
was slick and glossy with her juice by now, glistening in
the lamp light as I pulled it out for a long, hard downstroke.
"But I had no idea how fucking huge you were, "
she finished. "I'm glad we're fucking with
the light on so I can see your big pole filling my pussy."
My cock did split her pussylips wide, filling the width
of her entire pubis. Then her tone got really nasty again.
"Ooh, yeah, Keith, give it to me. Come on, you big stud,
you're not supposed to do this to your Mother, so you'd
better make it worth all the guilt."











I speeded up my strokes. My bloated balls were slapping
loudly against her ass and her tits shaking like tight leather
sacks filled with milk.











"Ooh, yeah, " she snarled. "Pound me,
break me, darling. Slam my pussy with your huge cock!"


















I thundered my deepstroking cock into her even harder,
and much faster now.











"Oh, yes, Keith! Fuck me! Oh, god, yes. Yes! Oh, Jesus
Christ, baby. Oh, Christ, Keith, I'm coming!"


















It was music to my ears, since my own orgasm was imminent.
I had already turned the corner and was feeling the charge
building on the underside of my dick. I normally had Herculean
endurance, but this was too much for me. Frankly, it was
a miracle I hadn't come when she first wrapped her hand
around my tool. Screaming my name, Mom reached up with both
hands and pulled me down to her as her hips began to spasm.
They drove up against me wildly, lifting us both off the
bed for three or four of my strokes at a time.











"Oh, Keith sweetheart, don't stop. Oh, fuck
me, baby, keep pumping your cock... oh, now, I'M CUMMING!
YOUR MOMMY, SON, ME!!"











She shrieked a wordless sound into my ear as her nails dug
into my shoulders. I slamfucked her ass into the bed, tearing
into her and trying to hurt the woman who was my Mom as much
as I could. She was gasping in breathless pain underneath
me, but I kept pouring my big cock into her wet pussy as deep
as I could go, bumping her cervix over and over, knowing
that she'd be sore tomorrow for sure. Her grip lightened;
I eased my strokes and caught my breath. Then my own orgasm
was on its way. My balls tightened and the whole head of my
cock was tingling.











"Honey, it's my turn now, " I grunted, arching my back upward and clamping my eyes shut in concentration.


















"Oh, baby, that feel so good, but you'd better
pull your cock out of me. Honey, are you listening? There's
a chance I could get pregnant." Then that nasty tone
again. "Besides, I want to see all the juice that squirts
out those big balls of yours! I bet you cum in quarts! Do it
all over my tits, baby! Pull your big cock out of my pussy
and squirt hot cum all over me!"











My balls heard all that marvelous depravity before I did.
"Okay, god, it's hard to do it, " I said,
gulping and giving her pussy one last thrust. "OH
FUCK, HERE IT COMES!" I flexed my ass up high to pull
my cock all the way out of her and reached down to stroke and
aim it with my right hand. Under me, Mom got up on her elbows.
Then I gave her what she had asked for. And then some. No sooner
was my cock out of her than I grunted savagely and the first
long white stream of cum squirted, arcing up and landing
on Mom's face. It splattering over her left eye and
ear, running down her cheek to her mouth. As she was moaning
and licking it off her upper lip, I groaned again and another
three huge cords of semen spewed out of my big dick and onto
her countenance. One coated her forehead and her hairline.
Another splashed on her chin, and a third shot right into
her open mouth.











I couldn't believe how much cum I was squirting, and
neither could she. "Jesus Christ, Keith, "
she said in awe, gazing down at my geysering cock. "You
really do cum in quarts!"











I roped off another ten jets, soaking her face and neck,
but my balls weren't done yet. Mom knew what I was thinking
and her timing was perfect. "Mmm, yeah, squirt the
rest all over my big tits, " she said. She cupped her
hands under them. I aimed my cock at her right tit and shot
three long ropes across it, then I swung my cannon to the
left tit and stroked the last two big salvos onto it right
over the nipple. The final spurts of my load, which just
kept cumming and cumming, showered onto her tummy and her
hands. Then my cock was just dripping semen into her navel
as I leaned over her. I gasped and collapsed onto one elbow.
She held one hand to her mouth and licked my jism off it, smiling
slyly at me and making a funny purring noise. She looked
down at herself. All the semen I had squirted on her tits
was running down onto her concave tummy in white rivulets.


















"Jesus, Keith, I've never seen so much cum in
my whole life. I'm covered." I got up and trotted
to the master bathroom and grabbed a bath towel off the rack.
I returned to the bed where Mom lay dazed, her long legs splayed
apart and her big tits rising from her chest like two huge
cherry sundaes of semen. I climbed up next to her and began
cleaning her up. "Oh, god, Keith, that was mind-blowing.
I don't know how on earth you learned to fuck a woman
like that by the tender age of 16, but we're definitely
going to talk about where you've been spending your
evenings. Lord, and to think of all the teenaged pussy you've
been stretching with that big dick. I'm surprised
you haven't been arrested, darling!"











She squeezed my cum-covered cock, milking the last few
drops of cum onto her lower breasts, playing with my foreskin
as it retracted back over my cockhead. She lifted both her
huge breasts and licked some of it off. Much of the rest,
she scooped with her fingers into her mouth.











"Mmmm, baby, you taste good!" she laughed.
I toweled the rest of my cum off her face and threw it beside
the bed. Post-climax euphoria was running through my veins
like an endorphin. What had happened was precisely the
momentary bout of insanity I'd been fantasizing about
since I had that first orgasm years before. And now I had
just fucked my Mother's brains out and fountained
a gallon of semen all over her gorgeous face and her big,
beautiful tits. It would take a little while for me to believe
it all. I scooped her into my arms and we cuddled close together,
her head on my chest. My mind wandered lazily, but Mom was
already trying to get back to reality. "Oh, Keith,
baby, I still can't believe this. I just fucked my own
son, " she groaned. "I've probably permanently
screwed up your mind."











"Oh, please. I'm the king of the world right now.
I've never felt as happy in my life."











"Then why isn't that big cock of yours taking
a rest?"











I looked down at my dong, which was lying large and heavy
on my abs. It was still almost as long as it was fully erect.


















"Takes it a little while to wind down, " I said.


















"Mmm, I'll say, " Mom said. "Honey,
when we get up and leave this bed, we have to put this behind
us. It was wonderful but it can't happen again."


















I nonchalantly agreed to the pact because I knew she didn't
really mean it. Or if she did now, she'd change her mind
later. She'd be back for more. Just how soon she would
want more was the surprise. I rose up onto my knees and said,
"I'm going to take a shower." I leaned over
and gave her a slow, tranquil kiss on the lips.











"Wait, sweetie, " she said as I started to step
onto the floor. "I said once we leave the bed, we have
to put this behind us."











"I know, I heard you."











"No, you don't understand. We haven't left
the bed yet."











Now I got it. I leered at her.











"And, " she continued, staring at my half-mast
pole, "I'm simply not going to let you leave this
bed before I suck your big cock." Without another
word, she crawled over to me, wrapped her left hand around
my dick and guided it into her wide-open mouth.











Her soft, full lips caressed the top of my shaft while she
flicked her tongue over my hole. "Oh, " I moaned.
"Oh, god, that feels good." My cock was already
growing rigid again. As it expanded, she struggled to keep
her lips around it. Then she began to swallow more of it,
bobbing her head down farther on it with every pass. Her
lips made a loud, erotic slurping sound as I watched her
inhale half of my big dong. She filled both her hands with
my balls and massaged them. "Mmm, " she moaned,
her nurturing mouth full of my manhood.











She pulled it from her lips and began licking the bottom
side near the head, right where I was most sensitive. "Ooh,
yeah, Mom, jeez, " I said.











"You know how long I've wanted to take your big
cock in my mouth?" she asked between licks. "Remember
that day last summer when I wore that yellow bikini?"


















"Oh, god, yeah. Your knockers kept spilling out of
it."











"That's the one. You kept staring at my tits and
I saw how huge and hard your dick was getting. All I could
think about after that day was sucking it until it poured
cum down my throat."











She had her tongue down near my balls and was jacking my dick
with one hand. Her hand reached only halfway around the
girth of my fat prickshaft.Then she sat up and put both fists
around it, firmly stroking them all the way up and down it.
The vigorous motion of her arms was making her huge tits
dance up and down. I couldn't stand it anymore. I got
up and motioned for her to stay right where she was. "What
are you doing?" she asked.











"I'm gonna fuck your tits."











"Ooh, baby, bring that big cock up here."











She was on her butt, so on my knees I came up to face her. The
height was perfect. She held her big globes together and
I slid my cock up between them. Heaven.











"Ooh, yeah, sweetie, rub your big cock all over Mommy's
big tits."











"That feels so fucking good, " I said. I pulled
my dick out of her cleavage and rubbed the head on one of her
nipples, then the other. They sprang to attention.











Mom looked up at me with pleading eyes. "Oh, Keith,
I'm so horny again, will you me one more time?"


















"Baby, I thought you'd never ask."











"I want you to slide every inch of that big cock back
into my pussy where it belongs, " she said just before
giving me one last prep suck, gulping and smacking her lips
around the head. The she swung her luscious ass around toward
me and got on her hands and knees, her tits swaying in big
circles. "Hurry, Keith, fuck me, me like a slut."


















I scrambled up behind her and brought my crotch to her ripe
ass.











"Put your cock in me as far as it will go on the first
stroke, okay baby? Make me scream. Then fuck my pussy until
I cry!" Once again, the lady's wish was my command.
I fit the head of my dick into her and spread my legs slightly
for a lower angle. Mom was impatient with lust. "Fuck
me, Keith! Slide that big boy into me and start pumping!"
I went into her to the hilt in a single stroke. She grunted
with pleasure. "Ungh! Oh, god, it's going to
be even better than the first time."











I didn't waste a second to give her what she wanted.
I held her tightly by the waist and started pounding all
the way in and out of her, my long dick making a squishing
sound in her pussy and my pelvis slapping loudly against
her ass.











"Is that good, Mom?" I asked with a horny scowl.
"Is this how you want your little boy to fill up your
pussy with his big dick?"











"Oooh, yeah!" she called out. "Just like
that, baby. And believe me, it takes a big cock to satisfy
me doggy-style." She starting thrusting her ass
back to meet my strokes, and the bed shimmied under our knees.
Her pussy was gripping my pole like warm, wet silk, and I
knew I wouldn't last very long this time, either. Just
as well, I'd soon find out. The phone rang. Mom looked
back over her shoulder at me with a grin. "Answer that
and I'll kill you." I laughed and pounded her
ass even harder. She cried out in pleasure just as the machine
on the nightstand picked up the call. Slamming into her
ass, I banged my own mother like she was a hated slut. I intentionally
tried to hurt her by shoving every single inch of my big prick
as deep into her womb as I possibly could. Under her screams
I suddenly heard a familiar voice.











"Hi, everybody. Say, I took an earlier flight and
I'm at the airport. But, uh, I guess you guys are out
or busy or something."











"Keith's busy, dear, " Mom shouted over
Dad's voice and the thumping sound the headboard was
making against the wall. "He'

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that was fantastic, every boys dream. Write more.

8/15/2007

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I wish I had a mother like yours...Is there more?

8/15/2007

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I;m not sure who is sicker, ,, you or your mom, you both need help

8/15/2007

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disgusting! ugh!

8/15/2007

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this has got to be one of the greatest stories I have ever
read, had to slide my hand around my own cock twice and dream
of it being that large. You are a fantastic writer and want
more of the same story.

8/15/2007

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That is awsome story love to hear about all of your triest
please!Fill us in on all that you have done with your sexy
hot MOM ! Wooweee you are so blessed my friend!

8/15/2007

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Fantastic!!!!!!!! soooo hooottttt!!!
Dont mind my having a go at her.I've got an eleven inch
fat dick

8/15/2007

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i often wonder is my son had thoughts of fucking me, its drining
me mad that why i fuck all young guys usually thinkin of himmmmm

8/15/2007

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That is just plain wrong yet hot at the same time



Stop by my blog and say hello veroxxxfun

8/15/2007

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Fantastic!!!

8/15/2007

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VERY VERY hot story..... tell us more bout you and mom

8/15/2007

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sweet story.

8/15/2007

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I will have to admit your a brilliant writer. Hope to read
more of your stories in the future..

8/15/2007

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really really hot. keep keeping it up!

8/15/2007

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you are a sick mother fucker (no pun intended)

8/15/2007

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more!!! totally hot!!!

8/15/2007

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Well written but it is so gross to be fucking your own mother
and this makes you a motherfucker. You both are sick in the
head.

8/16/2007

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Sooooooooooooooooooooooo hot!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hi did you ever fucked your mom's ass, try it you will
really enjoy it.

8/16/2007

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Oh man thats crazy

8/16/2007

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You are incredibly talented and articulate and have the
envieable gift of story telling which paints a vivid picture
of what you are expressing! Absolutely the hottest story
I've read on this site! You would make a good living
writing professionally! Please give us more! Any man with
an attractive mother like yours (and my mother is still
beautiful in her 70's!)who says he never lusted after
his mother is a liar or queer! Some of these queers with their
comments would rather do their fathers than their mothers!
Ignore them! Excellent work!!

8/16/2007

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great story

8/17/2007

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hahahahahah, that is one great story, do give us more.

8/17/2007

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Phenominal. One of the hottest stories yet. Gosh, I wish
I knew your Mother as she sounds like a fantastic lover.

8/17/2007

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great story loved it

8/17/2007

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Great story, would love to hear about you doing your mom
and maybe even her sisters. Have you done your mom anally
yet, due tell due tell.

8/17/2007

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very nice story

8/17/2007

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you lucky bastard! awasome story, write more!

8/17/2007

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Great story. I bet every one goes though this feelinghey
no matter what they say. I could relate to your feelings.
Keep it up it was fantastic.

8/18/2007

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I almost didn't read this one but I am glad I did. I see a few people think it was sick but they still read it
and they liked it as I did it was a great story

8/18/2007

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Wonderful story! You are a very talented writer. I would
love to hear more. I could only wish I was your mother with
a son like you! Amazing...

8/18/2007

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good story, lets have more!

8/18/2007

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oh boy..really hot and just plain nasty... keep'em
cumming

8/19/2007

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Though you do have a talent for articulate
writing, your choice for fiction suggests to me that you
may need help mentally. And if this is an actual true story, any future relationship
or marriage to a woman not your mother will be in trouble
simply due to your having an incesteous past. Get help before your own children (daughters) are forced
into a sick lifestyle!

8/19/2007

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Amazing story.....I came twice!!!

8/31/2007

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can't to read more

9/9/2007

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loved ur story, got so horny reading it had to pleasure myself, please
write more

9/9/2007

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like ur story really a hot story[COLOR
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9/9/2007

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great story ....

9/9/2007

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this story is a little hard to believe.i got hard reading
it

9/17/2007

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A well written awsome story. Like almost every horny male
I wish I was there. Well done.


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9/18/2007

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damn, i tell ya.. you cant miss this, very good story. Wish
my mother was single and very hot like that. haha

10/27/2007

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It was MIND BLOWING!!! {=} Simply Great.....

12/25/2007

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Oh Boy you've Great Story, Never had this much Hot
Story, your story puts fire.

2/7/2008

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Great story. I read it at work and it made me so hard that I
wish I could've jerked off right at my desk. Mmmn.

2/7/2008

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i want to fuck your mom`s ass...

2/7/2008

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YOU SHOULD BE WRITNG BOOKS

7/25/2008

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very very HOT, I'm hard as a rock, finish the story

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story, i love it , i like it keep it uppppppppp

4/27/2010

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Nice very hot story.

8/20/2011

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Very good writin. Liked it.

8/22/2011

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I hope it was true not just fiction!

7/31/2017

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nice and hot lil long but good

12/30/2017

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Great story but needs to be continued...

2/25/2018

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So hott, it got me off twice!

5/20/2018

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Nice, that was so hot!!!

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