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MIKE44.TXT -- m/F, INCEST
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DAVE'S WORLD:
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Beth Boffs Her Boy
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By Uncle Mike
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(Max S. Wojtylak)
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fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu
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The beautiful blonde in the skimpy cheerleader outfit was on her knees
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now. As the music pumped away in the background, she began to pump her mouth on
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her boss's fat cock. "Am I doing all right?" she asked, his dick poking her in
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the cheek.
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God, Tommy thought, she's doing fantastic! He pounded away at his cock,
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careful to keep his handkerchief ready just in case he shot his wad as strong
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as all the guys in the video. Even in the darkened living room, lit only by the
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glow from the TV, he could see that his cock wasn't as big as theirs -- but who
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knew? Maybe size didn't matter.
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On the screen, the girl was on her back now, her legs spread apart. The
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boss was feeding his hard rod into her pussy. The pink folds of her slit spread
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apart easily as his helmet popped in and his shaft drove up and down.
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Tommy squeezed his own cock, his fingers flying up and down as he felt a
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burning sensation in his groin. His eyes were fixed on the pounding fuck on the
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TV as he beat off, when suddenly he felt the cum burst free within him. He
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barely had time to move the hankie up to cover his peehole when the orgasm took
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control, squeezing his eyes shut as the jism boiled out of him.
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When the young boy opened his eyes a few seconds later, he was
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disappointed to see only a tablespoonful or so of gooey white stuff in his
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hankie. It was a split-second later that he realized he could see it so clearly
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because the lights were on. He spun around toward the kitchen archway, stuffing
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his cock back into his slacks and zipping up.
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"Mom! What are you doing home so soon?"
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"Your dad and his buddies decided to see the all-night "Chainsaw
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Massacre" marathon and I bailed on them -- where's your babysitter?"
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Tommy looked at her from under his dark bangs, adopting his "little
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angel" look. "Mrs. Scarpone? She's upstairs. She put Willie to bed and then she
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said she was sleepy too so I let her use one of our sleeping bags. That's OK,
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right?"
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"Yeah," his mom said, hesitatingly. "I guess."
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"Oh, hey, and Mom? Look what she brought for us -- all this neat stuff
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she had left over from her retirement party. See, there's mixed nuts, and
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fruit, and this stuff -- I think it's some kind of cheese, but it's too stinky
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so I didn't have any. And it looks like snot."
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"That's supposed to look like that, honey. So -- what were you watching?"
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"Watching? Oh, you mean on the TV?" While he spoke, Tommy poked blindly
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at the remote control. He hit the wrong button and on the screen a wad of spunk
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flew back into the guy's cock. Finally he stabbed at the right button and the
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tape stopped.
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By then his mom was standing next to him. Briefly it occurred to Tommy
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that she wasn't wearing much more than the cheerleader had. His mom had on a
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pale yellow blouse, with the tails tied across her stomach, a pair of short
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white shorts and sneakers. She wasn't built as well as the girls in the video,
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but when he looked at the cleft between her breasts -- he could just see the
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top of it -- he felt a little stirring in his now-soft dick. That was weird,
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and a little scary. He'd always thought of her as just Mom, not a woman or
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anything. But now that he thought about it, she had nice legs, too.
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His daydreaming was interrupted as his mom snatched up the remote
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control.
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"Was that a porno tape?" She pushed the Play button and the TV screen was
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filled with the image of a thick cock disappearing into a milky white ass. His
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mom watched for a second. "Oh," she said, " 'Debbie Does Dallas.' "
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"You've seen it?" Tommy looked up at her in surprise.
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"Yeah, back in college, I -- Hey, that doesn't matter. Tommy, where did
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you get this?"
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"Uh -- I found it?"
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"OK -- and where did you find it?"
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"Around?" The little boy looked up at her brightly.
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"That's not good enough, Tommy. Now, come on. Where did you 'find' it?
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Did you get this from one of the kids at school?"
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"No," he said quickly.
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"Then who?"
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"Well --" He stalled, trying to decide which would get him in the least
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trouble -- the truth, a lie or just avoiding the question.
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"Come on, Tommy, I want the truth."
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He decided to go for it. "I found it in Dad's office -- it was in one of
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his file drawers, under 'S,' " he blurted out.
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"Your father's office? Tommy, you know you're not supposed to go in
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there. You..." She went on and on. Tommy hung his head. Chose wrong, he thought
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-- she didn't want the truth after all. But, as she kept talking, it occurred
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to him that it was better to get yelled at for going into Dad's office than for
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watching the video. That hopeful idea was crushed when his mom abruptly
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switched tracks.
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"But, hey, wait a minute. We can talk about his office some other time.
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What we need to talk about is what's on this tape. Just how much did you see?"
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"Uh -- all of it?"
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His mom sat down beside him on the couch and put an arm over his
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shoulders.
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"Do you know about..." she began.
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"Sex?" He broke in quickly, hoping to cut her off. "Yeah, they told us
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all about it in school. We don't have to talk."
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His mom laughed. "All about it? Tommy, I've got two kids and I don't know
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all about it. Like how that girl took the guy up her..." She blushed. "Uh,
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look, Tommy, what I wanted to say is, if you have any questions about, you
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know, sex and stuff, you can ask me."
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He looked up at her and opened his mouth.
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"Or your dad," she added. "That's it! Ask your dad. Anything!"
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Tommy's shoulders slumped. "Oh, OK," he said. He hated to ask his dad
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about anything serious. Dad always made a joke out of it. Well, Mom made jokes,
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too, but she didn't put hers in the paper every week for everyone to read.
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"Oh, Tommy, I'm sorry," his mom said, hugging him to her. "I didn't mean
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to blow you off. I mean, I did, but I shouldn't. Look, I -- Oh!"
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Tommy followed her eyes down to his crotch and saw a dark stain spreading
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across it. Oh great, he thought, now she'll think I pissed my pants like a
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baby.
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"It's not that," he blurted out. "It's cum. I was jacking off. I..." He
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saw the look of shock on his mother's face and realized, with a sinking feeling
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in his stomach, that he'd made the wrong choice again. It would have been a lot
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better if she thought it was piss, he knew.
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His mom was staring down at him, open-mouthed. "You -- masturbated?
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Honey, I didn't think you were old enough."
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"I'm not a kid," he said defiantly. "I can get a hard-on and stuff, just
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like anybody. It happens lots, whenever I see pretty girls."
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"Uh, Tommy, I -- I just -- I mean, I never saw you with one around the
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house. I -- what am I saying? Of course not, the only woman you see around the
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house is me."
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Tommy didn't like it when his mom put herself down. She wasn't half as
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bad as some of the other kids' moms. He tried to make her feel better.
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"I get 'em at home, too," he said, "from seeing you."
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"You do? Wow, that's -- I mean, oh, dear, you shouldn't -- from seeing
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me?"
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"Sure. See, it's getting stiff now!" Triumphantly Tommy yanked open his
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zipper, freeing his cock to poke through the opening. It didn't look too
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impressive, not after the ones he'd seen on the video. He started yanking on it
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to make it grow.
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"Stop that," his mom said sharply.
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With a thud, Tommy realized what he was doing. Pulling his prick right in
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front of his mother! His hand froze in mid-stroke. "I'm sorry, Mom," he said.
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"I didn't mean to -- I didn't know what I was doing."
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"Hey, Tommy, I understand," she said. "But is that how you do it?"
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"What do you mean? Isn't that how everyone does it?"
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"I mean you were so rough, honey. Holding it so tight and pulling it so
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hard. Doesn't that hurt?"
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"I thought it was supposed to," Tommy said.
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"No, honey, it's not," his mother said. "Look, masturbating is a
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perfectly normal thing. But you shouldn't be yanking on it like that. You just
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hold it gently and, um, rub, you know."
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"But if I don't hold it tight, nothing happens."
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His mom reached down and circled her fingers around his shaft. They were
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warm and soft, and she slowly tightened them until they fit snugly but didn't
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squeeze. "Like this," she said, and she began to stroke his cock up and down.
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Quickly it hardened and lengthened. This felt different than when he'd jerked
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himself off, and not just because she wasn't being rough. Somehow, having
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someone else do it made it better.
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"You see what I mean, Tommy? You can be easy on it and still make it
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work. How does that feel?"
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"Wow, that feels great, Mom," the young boy sighed. "Man, my cock feels
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great."
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Even as he said it, Tommy knew he'd used the wrong word. His mom
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immediately stopped stroking.
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"Oh, God," she said, "what am I doing?"
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"Don't stop," Tommy pleaded, putting his hands around hers. "Please,
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please, Mom, keep it going! It felt so good!" He bucked his hips up, sliding
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his cock through her fingers. "Come on, Mom, please!"
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"Tommy, we shouldn't be doing this," she said, but even as she spoke she
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started moving her hand up and down on his shaft. "I'm your mother, you know. I
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can't be..." she drifted off into silence, still rubbing his cock. It grew and
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grew and a tiny bead of goo appeared on the tip. She swept it up in her hand
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and rubbed it all over the rod.
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"When did you get so big?"
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"Oh, I'm not so big," he said, bashfully. "Not like the guys on the
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video. They were huge!"
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"Yeah, well, most guys aren't," his mom said, still stroking. "You're not
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full grown yet, but that's a pretty impressive cock for a kid your age. It's
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about -- oh, Tommy, how about if we stop now?"
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"Aw, Mom, not yet, please? Couldn't you wait until I cum?"
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"But my hand's getting tired, Tommy," his mom said. "I don't..."
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"Aw, please, Mom?"
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She slid off the couch, her hand still on his cock, and knelt before him,
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resting her arm on his knee. "Just a little while longer," she said.
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"Gee, thanks, Mom," Tommy said. When he looked down at her, he was able
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to see down her blouse. She didn't have any bra on, and her tits filled out the
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material. He could even see her nipples pressing out. They're really great, he
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thought, and without planning it he reached out and began caressing them
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through the silky blouse.
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His mom looked up at him with tears in her eyes, but she said nothing.
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The combination of her hands on his cock and seeing her right there in front of
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him were too much and Tommy fumbled at the buttons of her blouse. Finally they
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all came undone and the blouse popped open. He stared, awestruck, at his
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mother's jugs. All that smooth white flesh made him hornier than ever. He
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imagined himself as the boss in the video, fucking that cute cheerleader. Heck,
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his mom was cuter than her. Tommy cupped each of his mother's tits in a hand
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and massaged them, rubbing the nipples back and forth between his fingers. From
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the sounds his mom made, he guessed that she liked it, too.
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Then something incredible happened. He was concentrating on squeezing
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those ripe breasts when he felt something really warm around the head of his
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cock. He looked down and his mom was taking him into her mouth! Incredible!
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Just like he'd seen on the video, but tons better for real. His cock was small
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enough for her to take it all the way in, until her lips were squeezing right
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around the base and he could feel her tongue licking around it inside her. Then
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she slid back up and down and it was amazing. Tommy rubbed her tits harder and
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then just put a hand on either side of her head and started shoving her down
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onto him. "That's great, Mom!" he shouted. "I wanna fuck your mouth! I wanna
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fuck it good! Suck on it harder, Mom! Yeah!"
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Then all at once she pulled off his cock and he was afraid he'd said
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something wrong. But instead of going away, his mother just stood up and took
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off her blouse and then pulled down her shorts and her panties. She had a patch
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of fur, Tommy saw, and then there was her slit. Wow, he thought, just like in
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the movie. Only this was his mom's, right in front of him. What was he supposed
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to do? Suck on it, like that one guy? He was afraid he'd do it wrong.
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But his mom didn't wait for him. She stepped up onto the couch, put one
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knee on either side of him and grabbed his cock, putting the head of it just at
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the entrance to her cunt.
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"Now, Tommy," she said, and her voice sounded funny, kind of choked, "I
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don't want you to tell anyone else what we did. This is just between you and
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me, OK?"
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"OK, Mom," he said eagerly.
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"Oh, God, Tommy, this is so wrong, but you've got me so horny I've got to
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have it. I'm sorry, honey," his mother said as she sat down, impaling herself
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on his hard cock.
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Man, the little boy thought, this is the best ever! He couldn't believe
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the feeling as his mom's hot, wet box squooshed around his shaft. Her tits were
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right in his face and he suckled them greedily, taking first one nipple and
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then the other into his mouth. His mom was bouncing up and down on him, and
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with each thrust his cock sent a shiver of delight all the way through his
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body.
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"I love you, Mommy! I love you! I love fucking you! You make me feel so
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good, Mommy! I want to fill your pussy!" His mother's cunt felt 20 times better
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than even her mouth, all hot and slick and tight, even though his cock wasn't
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so big. She seemed to be able to squeeze around it, and he could feel her
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muscles grabbing at his shaft as it drove in and out. Tommy bucked his hips up
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at her as his mother rose up and plunged down again and again.
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"Fuck me, Tommy," she called out, "fuck me, honey. I want your cock in
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me! Oh, sweetie, this is wrong but it feels too good!"
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Tommy's hands grew slippery with the sweat dripping off his mother's tits
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as he groped her, thrilling at having in the flesh what he had seen only on the
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screen. He tried to fantasize that he was burying his rod in one of the girls
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from the porno tape, but the reality was too intense, and he realized that
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fucking his mother was far more exciting than any fantasy. He felt his cock
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grow bigger than ever, and a familiar sensation burned in his groin. He began
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to moan, his head buried between his mom's bouncing breasts.
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"I think I'm gonna do it, Mommy," he cried out. But she reached down and
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squeezed the base of his shaft really hard and poked at him underneath his
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balls. He wasn't sure what she'd done, but he felt the surge pass away and his
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cock stayed hard within her.
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The feeling was getting almost too much to take, though. It seemed like
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the sides of the head of his cock were on fire, and the sensation got hotter
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every time his mom plunged her wet hole down onto him. He grabbed her around
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the waist, his hands slipping on her sweaty body. There was a strange odor --
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kind of icky, but somehow it made him feel even hornier. He felt the surge
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building in him again.
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His mother must have sensed that he was near the edge, for she speeded up
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the tempo until it was almost more than he could take. She clutched her young
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son to her bosom as she squatted down onto his engorged dick. "Shoot it," she
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called out "Cum in your mother's cunt, Tommy!"
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And he did, although he tried to hold it back. Wave after wave of jism
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shot out of him as he groaned loudly, until at last he was drained and his cock
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began to shrivel and popped out of his mother's sopping wet pussy.
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But she wasn't done yet. Frantically she humped away at his cock as it
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deflated, and when it was too small she grabbed her son's hand and shoved it at
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her crotch.
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"Stick your fingers in me," his mother commanded. "Oh, God, Tommy, don't
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stop! I'm too close! Fuck me, fuck me!"
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Tommy slipped first one, then two, then all four fingers into his
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mother's slippery cunt, shoving them in and out. She shifted around, getting on
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her back on the couch and spreading her legs wide before him. "More, more!" she
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cried. "Give me more!"
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Tommy was desperate to please her, but his hand was too small to fill her
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aching pussy. Then he saw the fruit bowl Mrs. Scarpone had brought and he got
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an idea. He snatched something from the bowl and shoved it into his mom's slit.
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"YES!" she howled, "that's it! More, more, faster, faster!"
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Tommy held onto the banana tightly as he slammed it into his mother over
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and over. It quickly became covered with slimy secretions and it was hard to
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hold; once he lost his grip and the whole banana slipped inside her.
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"DON'T STOP!" she yelled, writhing and bucking around on the couch. "No,
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no, keep it up!" Tommy dug into her pussy and got a hold on the yellow fruit
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again and went back to the quickening rhythm.
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And then his mother began to buck even harder, her ass flying a foot off
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the couch and then slamming back down into it. "Oh, GODDDDD! I'm cumming,
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Tommy! I'm CUMMMMIIINNNGGG!" As he lost his grip on the banana again it got
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sucked all the way into her cunt while she flailed wildly, up and down. The
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banana shot out of her on one wild fling.
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His mom's screech rattled off the walls. "No, no, I need it!"
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Tommy was desperate to please her, but had run out of ideas. As he hung
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his head in shame, though, he was surprised to find that he was once again
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stiff. Quickly he scrambled onto his mother's sweaty body, and she grabbed at
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him as he positioned his cock at her hole. She took over from there, dragging
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his body up onto hers and bucking her hips up at him so hard that he almost
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bounced off. She folded her legs around him tightly and held on, thrusting up
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again and again. Tommy tried to help as much as he could, driving his rod into
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her as her breasts pummeled his face and he had to struggle to breathe.
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"Fuck me, Tommy!" his mother said, over and over, as she beat her head up
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and down against the couch cushions. "Faster, faster, YesYEEEEESSSSSSSSS!"
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This time they came together, Tommy's cock shooting out one more load
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just as his mom shuddered and twisted underneath him in a shattering orgasm.
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While his mom was gathering up her clothes, Tommy put the cushions back
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on the couch and helped clean up.
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"Now, remember," his mom said as she slid into her shorts. "You're not
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supposed to tell anyone about this. Promise?"
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"I promise," Tommy said, and he meant it with all his heart. He loved his
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mother more than ever.
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But a devilish thought came to him, and he couldn't help it. "Hey, Mom,"
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he said.
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"What, Tommy?"
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"The next time we have a babysitter? Uh, can we get Mia?"
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"Yeah, I guess, but why -- Oh, Tommy!"
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