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Tommy's Family
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Chapter 2
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By Ed Dippus
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Kathy Barnhart woke from her nap about an hour later, feeling
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refreshed. She put on her robe and headed for the stairs,
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intending to get a nice dinner started for her children, when she
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noticed the sounds coming from her son's bedroom door. Frowning
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slightly, since Tom wasn't due home for an hour yet, she knocked
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lighlty on the door.
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Inside, Tommy was lying naked on his bed, jacking off for the
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second time since he had watched his mother do the same. The first
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had been an almost instantaneous come, then he had proceeded with
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his original plan of getting high and donning his earphones. The
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window fan had dispersed the incriminating sweet smell of pot, and
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with the high had come more horny forbidden thoughts. His concern
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over just who "Steve" was that his mother had been moaning to had
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long since receded, and he now just revelled in the feelings. He
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didn't hear the knocking on his doorway through his earphones, nor
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did he realize his door was unlocked.
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When her knock was nto answered, Kathy turned the knob and was
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about to enter the room, when she noticed that her son was lying
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naked on the bed, stroking his cock with his eyes closed.
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Hurriedly, she pulled the door shut, almost all the way, when a
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strange thought came to her. Instead of leaving, she peeked
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through the crack, gazing at Tommy as he jacked off.
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She knew this was wrong, but in her fascination, she couldn't help
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herself. But instead of fixating on Tommy, she imagined that it
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was Steve she was watching. She focused on that large cock,
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jutting proudly into the air, as the muscular young arm pumped
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slowly up and down, fisting from root to crown. She pretended it
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was Steve's arm, thought about it touching her. Almost
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unconsciously, her hand slipped between the folds of her robe, and
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her fingers slipped between the folds of her pussy.
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Though neither mother nor son knew it, the tables had been turned,
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and the voyeur was now the viewed. Oblivious to his audience,
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Tommy continued to work his cock, his mind flashing from his Mom
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to his sister Karen and back again. He was not aware of when Karen
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had entered the equation, but now it seemed just great. The dreamy
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feeling of the pot had allowed him to focus out everything except
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the erotic images in his mind and their gratifying effects on his
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cock.
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After 20 minutes of self-stimulation, Kathy was amazed at her son's
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stamina. As she shivered through her third orgasm, once again
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breathily calling out for Steve, she snapped back to the fact that
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it was indeed Tommy she was watching. She paused a moment,
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actually in awe about the size of his hard-on, then shook her head
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and was about to leave. But Tommy's hand movements suddenly
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increased in speed and he began moaning softly. Knowing he was
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about to come, Kathy stood transfixed, waiting for it to happen.
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Soon his moans began to take on a new tone, and she realized he was
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saying something. "Oh, Mom," he moaned, and her jaw dropped. "Oh,
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Karen," he moaned again, and she was even more shocked. Then with
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a final moan of "MOM!" he began spurting wad after wad of jism into
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the air. The pearly drops rained back down to cover his young,
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flat belly, and Kathy found herself watching avidly. Finally, she
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turned away and closed the door, her knees shaking.
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Kathy was one confused woman. Here she was, angry at her son for
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fantasizing about his mother and sister, yet here she had been
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spying on him and fantasizing about one of his schoolmates. In a
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quandry, she hurried downstairs and immersed herself in her
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cooking.
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About 20 minutes later, Tommy appeared at the kitchen door. He
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seemed perfectly normal as he strolled over, gave her a chaste peck
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on the cheek, and greeted her, "Hi, Mom. You're home early."
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Struggling to control her expression, she turned to explain why,
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when she saw the black eye. "Oh, Tommy!" she cried, "what happened
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to your eye."
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Immediately, Tommy turned surly, "Nothing. I ran into uh, a door.
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The door to the uh, chem lab. Opened up into me when I was
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walking. It's nothing. Gotta go." And he left.
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Kathy knew he was lying, but didn't know why. Shrugging her
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shoulders, she turned back to making dinner, laying her plans for
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laying Steve. Tomorrow should be another light day like today.
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Maybe she could come home early again. With a guest.
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DON'T MISS CHAPTER 3 OF ED DIPPUS'S
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LATEST OPUS OF FAMILY LOVE.
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