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Copyright © 1997, Baron Darkside. ALL Rights Reserved
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This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
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the written permission of the author. This story may be freely
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distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted
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by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com.
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(1) Disclaimer One: This Is A Work Of Fiction; It Is Not True!
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While Some Characters Who Appear In This Story May Be Under The Age Of
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Eighteen, They Are Not Abused And No Abuse Is Intended Or Implied (If
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You Disagree With My Definition Of Abuse, I'm Sorry).
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(2) Disclaimer Two: If You Are Underage (Under The Age Of Eighteen
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(18)), Or In Locations That By Law, Preclude You From Reading Sexual
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Material, You Should Stop Reading This Material Now!!
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(3) Disclaimer Three: If You Are, Now Or Have Ever Been, Offended
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By Sex, Incest Or Any Other Subject Of A Sexual Nature, Please Avoid
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This Story. (I Would Also Suggest You Seek The Services Of A
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Psychologist.
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(4) Disclaimer Four: This Is For Adults, And Contains Adult Oriented
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Material. If You Are Not An Adult, Either Chronologically, Mentally
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Or Sexually, Please Do Not Read Any Further Or You Will Be Offended
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(Probably).
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(5) Disclaimer Five: The Author Of This Story Wishes To Remain
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Anonymous, However I Retain All Copy Rights.
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THE TRAIN RIDE
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(The Storm)
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Billy watched the train coast into the station. Glancing down at his
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watch, he saw that it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. He
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had been waiting for the train almost an hour.
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The smell of diesel and hot metal washed over him as the train slowly
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inched down the track. Looking down the line of dirty silver cars, he
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saw a very buxom lady frantically waving in his direction. His eyes
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locked on her breasts as they jiggled and threatened to spill out of
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her dress at any moment. As the train drew closer, he was finally
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able to tear his eyes away from lady's breasts and he realized that it
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was his mother. Embarrassed that he had been ogling his mother's
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breasts, he grinned foolishly and waved back at her.
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Watching her lean farther and farther out the window, he picked up
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his suitcase and trotted down the platform toward her. He hoped she
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wouldn't fall out on her head before he got to her.
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"Hi, Mom," he puffed, arriving under her window.
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Setting his bag down, he reached up and tried to push her back into
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the train.
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"Oh, My Little Baby, I'm so happy to see you," she bubbled, pushing
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his hands away and leaning down to give him a wet, slobbery kiss.
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"I'm happy to see you too," he grinned up at her, "but, you'd better
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watch out or you'll fall out of the train."
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She was now leaning out the window so far her dress had fallen open
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revealing a great deal of her big, soft white breasts. He tried not
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to look at them, but the temptation was too great. As his eyes dipped
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down to the swollen mountains of soft pink flesh, he felt himself
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blush. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn't help noticing how
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beautiful and full they were as he peered down her dress.
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"You'd better stop leaning out so far or you'll fall," he repeated
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himself, trying to push her back up and remove the temptation.
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"I was just so excited to see you," she laughed, slowly letting him
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push her back.
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"Hurry up, Baby and get on board. I can't wait to give you a great
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big hug," she gushed.
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Picking up his bag, he hurried over to the door and started to open
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it. As he did, the door suddenly opened and he was greeted by the
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conductor.
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"Right this way, Sir," the conductor said, taking his bag and leading
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Billy down the hallway.
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Then Billy smiled as he saw his mother standing in the doorway
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waiting for him.
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"Oh, My Honey," she blurted out, grabbing him and giving him a big
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hug, "finally."
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The smell of his mother's intoxicating perfume and the lingering
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fragrance of alcohol on her breath greeted him as he took her into his
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arms. Hugging her back, he felt her big, soft breasts flatten out
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against his chest. His mother hadn't changed a bit, he thought. She
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was still a very affectionate woman.
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"Put his bag in the next compartment, please," he heard her tell the
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conductor as she finally stepped back away from him.
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"Come on inside," she told him, taking his hand and pulling him
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inside, "I have so much to tell you."
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Sitting down on the settee, he watched her reach into her purse and
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bring some money. Smiling at Billy, she waited as the conductor put
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the bag into the adjoining cabin and closed the door behind him.
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"Uh, Mr. Conductor, could you bring us a bottle of Canadian Club, a
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six pack of coke and another glass?" she smiled handing him two twenty
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dollar bills.
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The conductor smiled back at her lecherously as he took the money.
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"It's not what you think," she told him as she started to close the
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door, "he's my son."
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"Uh, Yes, Ma'am," the conductor grinned back at her, winking.
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"Really, he is," she said, her smile disappearing.
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"Yes'm" he returned, his leer now gone.
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As his mother talked to the conductor, Billy looked around the cabin
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and saw another empty bottle of CC sitting on the end table.
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Although, his mother didn't appear drunk, it was apparent she had had
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a few drinks before he had arrived.
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Closing the door, she turned and looked at him. She didn't speak for
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the longest time as she stood looking down at him affectionately.
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Billy felt himself blush as his mother adoringly stared at him.
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Finally, she sat down beside him.
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"God, it is good to see you," she sighed, taking hold of his hand and
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giving it a hard squeeze. "You're all I've got now."
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She began to talk. It was as if the floodgates had opened and the
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words poured out. Even though they had talked several times since the
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divorce, she repeated her side of the story. She seemed to be trying
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to convince him of her innocence in the divorce.
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Billy knew that his father had left her for a younger woman. Billy
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had thought his mother was handling it quite well, but now face to
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face with her, he could see the damage it had done to her psyche. He
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could see wrinkles around her eyes that hadn't been there six months
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earlier. She looked tired and drawn. Still, the old spark of
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defiance was in her eyes, but he could see a hollow emptiness behind
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that spark.
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All at once, she started to cry.
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Just as she did, there was a knock at the door. Waiting for a moment,
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he watched her reach into her purse and pull out a soft, lacy
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handkerchief. She stopped sniffing and dabbed at her tears as he went
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to the door.
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It was the conductor with her order. Taking it from the conductor, he
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told him to keep the change and closed the door. Setting the liquor
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in front of his mother, he watched as she opened the bottle and
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shakily filled their glasses with booze, coke and ice.
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She handed him his drink and leaned back. He watched her as she
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thirstily took a long pull on her drink. She set her glass down and
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took a deep breath. Once again, she began to unload her burden of
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depression, guilt, blame onto him.
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She repeated the story of how Billy's father had left her without any
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notice. He had just left one day without so much as a how-do-you-do.
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He had run off with his secretary and they were now living somewhere
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in the Bahamas.
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Billy knew this much. He had talked with his father after the
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divorce. His father had said it was all his fault and that Billy
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shouldn't blame his mother for anything that had happened. He had
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offered no excuses or alibis for what he had done. He had just stated
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that he found Gloria, his secretary to be more compatible with his
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current lifestyle. He was independently wealthy, he saw no reason why
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he shouldn't benefit from his wealth enjoy life the way he wanted to
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enjoy it. Unfortunately, Billy's mother, Maureen wasn't part of that
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deal. He did tell Billy that he had left Maureen very well off
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financially.
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Billy sat sipping his drink, listening to his mother unload her
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troubles onto him.
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Then all at once, she stopped talking. Setting her drink down, she
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reached out and pulled him to her.
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"I don't think I can ever trust any other man, but you," she said
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emphatically.
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Before he could answer, the train jerked to life and started to move.
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As it did, it lurched and his mother fell against him. Instinctively
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reaching out to brace herself, she accidentally plunged her hand
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down into his crotch where it landed squarely on top of his semi-erect
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penis.
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Momentarily pinned against him by the train's momentum, she didn't
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move her hand for several seconds. At last, as the train slowed
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again, she moved away from him.
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"I'm sorry," she gushed, a red tinge spreading over her face. "I
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didn't hurt you did I?"
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"No, you didn't hurt me," he told her, taking another drink trying to
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hide his own embarrassment.
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Neither of them spoke for several moments as they listened to the
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sound of the train picking up speed. Soon the train was speeding
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along as they adapted to its slight swaying vibration.
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His mother reached out and took his hand as she began to talk again.
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Holding onto his hand for dear life, she acted like he would leave her
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too, if she didn't hold onto him. Billy agonized for her. She had
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been deeply hurt. Now it seemed as if he was her only salvation. He
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wanted her to get it all off her chest so he let her go on and on.
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As he sat listening and sipping his drink, his mother would talk a
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while and then cry for a while. Comforting her the best he could, he
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could only give her a reassuring hug every once in a while.
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Then abruptly, she stopped crying. Turning away from him, she blankly
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stared out the train window at the landscape speeding by outside. She
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seemed to be deep in thought.
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Sitting back, sipping on his drink, Billy absent-mindedly checked her
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for any other signs of mental or physical deterioration. There were
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no other visible signs of the obvious strain she was under, but Billy
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could sense the tenseness in her carriage.
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He could only wonder what had possessed his father to leave her. She
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was still a stunningly beautiful woman even at forty-seven. As she
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continued to stare out the window, he unconsciously appraised her.
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Her long, silky, red hair fell down over her shoulders, framing her
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face. It was a face that could grace any fashion magazine, even as
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tired and haggard as she appeared to him. He felt a slight twinge of
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shame as he admired her big, heavy breasts swelling out proudly above
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her flat, trim belly. Quickly running his eyes down her statuesque,
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graceful legs, tucked up under her firm, rounded buttocks, he conceded
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that she was beautiful. Then again, he was biased. Still, she was an
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exceptional beauty and Billy came to the conclusion that his father
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must be stupid to leave her.
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He knew that she would have no trouble finding another man, if she
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ever decided to start looking again. But right at the moment, she
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didn't seem emotionally capable of handling another relationship.
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She must have told him ten times that she could never trust any other
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man now. She could only trust him.
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It was sad that his parents had divorced after twenty years of
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marriage. It seemed to have devastated his mother and left a big,
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ghastly scar on her ego. That scar might not ever heal, Billy
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thought sadly.
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Finally, turning from the window, she smiled at him and poured herself
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another drink.
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"More?" she asked him, holding the bottle out with shaking hands.
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"Sure, but just a little though," he told her holding out his glass.
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Her hand trembled slightly and the bottle tinkled against his glass as
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she refilled it. Setting the bottle down, she scooted over next to
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him again. Snuggling up against him, she began to cry softly again.
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"Oh, I am so very, very glad you're here," she wept softly, "I have
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been so lonely and unhappy. But now, I feel safe and happy and, and
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all warm inside."
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"You know you can come to me anytime, Mom," he told her, gently
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pulling her up against him and giving her kiss on the top of her head.
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"For anything."
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"Oh, Thank you, you don't know how much it means to have someone you
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can turn to for comfort, or.............Anything," she sniffed, the
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flow of tears finally slowing, "Thank you so much. Thank you for just
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being you."
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Neither of them spoke for several moments as they sat holding each
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other. Then she looked up at him with the most serious look on her
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face.
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"Billy, Do, uh, could, uh," she started to say.
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Just then there was a knock on the door.
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"I'll get it," he said, getting up.
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Opening the door, he found the conductor standing there.
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"The dining car is now open," he said.
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"Thanks," Billy told him, closing the door.
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"What were you going to say, Mother," he asked her as he sat back down
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beside her.
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"Oh, nothing," she smiled weakly, "nothing that can't wait."
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"Good, because I'm hungry," he told her.
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"Me, too," she agreed. "Let's go eat."
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Giving his mother one last hug, Billy went to his cabin to tidy up.
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When he returned to his mother's room, her mood had improved
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noticeably.
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Giving her a peck on the cheek, Billy took her hand and they set off
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for the dining car. Billy was glad to see her laughing and smiling as
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they bumped and brushed against each other in the tight confines of
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the small hallway. Both of them were just a little tipsy making it
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difficult to walk as the train swayed along. Laughing and tittering
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like two drunken teenagers, they finally made it to the dining car.
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Hoping that she was over her crying jag, he smiled and opened the door
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for her.
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They were immediately seated by their waiter.
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Sitting at the table, his mother took hold held onto his hand tightly.
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She seemed afraid to let him go, even as they had a couple more drinks
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waiting for their meal. Billy was beginning to feel a little self
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conscious as his mother fawned over him, but he didn't stop her.
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"I don't know if I can ever let you go," she said softly, giving his
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hand another squeeze as she took another sip of her drink. "You are my
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only man now."
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Growing more self-conscious by the minute, he was relieved when their
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food finally arrived and she had to let go of his hand.
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They made small talk as they ate and before they knew the meal was
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finished.
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After dinner, she signed the tab and took his hand again. Leading
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him out of the dining car, she tugged him down to the lounge car.
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Finding an empty table, they sat down and ordered still another drink.
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They talked for a while, but about half way through his drink, Billy
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felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. Gulping the rest of his
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drink down, he set his glass down.
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"Mom, I've had a long day," he yawned. "I think I'm going back and hit
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the sack."
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"Oh, so soon," she whined.
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"I'm afraid so," he grinned sleepily, "I can barely keep my eyes
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open."
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"Oh, well, okay, go ahead," she told him, pouting sadly, "I'm going to
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stay her for a while and have a nightcap. I'll be down later."
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"Okay, but be careful," he told her, "you've had a lot to drink
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today."
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"I know," she smiled warmly, leaning over and giving him a soft,
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gentle kiss on the cheek, "I know what I'm doing. You go ahead and
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go to bed and I'll be down to tuck you in later."
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"I doubt that I will be awake for that long," he laughed, standing up
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beside her.
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Smiling subtlety, she reached over and gave his thigh an intimate
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squeeze.
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"That's okay, it won't make any difference," she said, looking up at
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him with a funny little smile on her lips.
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Stopping at the door, he turned and looked back at her. He saw her
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wave at him. He stopped and waved back at her as she blew him a kiss.
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He wondered what she had meant, when she said it wouldn't make any
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difference, but was too groggy to worry about it.
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As he walked down the corridor, he realized that he was quite tipsy.
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Suddenly all of the day's events seemed to settle down onto his
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shoulders all at once. It seemed to take him hours to reach his
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cabin, but at last he stumbled into it. He wearily undressed and
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crawled into his bunk. He knew that he should put his pajama's on,
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but he was just too tired to care.
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Within moments, he was asleep.
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ENDING ONE (The Conquest)
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He didn't know what time it was when he heard someone fumbling with
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the lock on his door. Trying to see what time it was, he was suddenly
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blinded by a brief flash of light as the door opened. Blinking
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drunkenly, he saw the silhouette of his mother standing in the door
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swaying with the rhythm of the train.
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He pretended to be asleep, but watched her lurch into the small cabin.
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The faint night light bathed the room in a soft fuzzy glow as he
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watched her reel over to the couch and flop down on it. She peered
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over at him. She looked befuddled as she peered at him. He kept his
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eyes squinted, but he could still vaguely make her out in the dim
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light.
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She didn't move for several moments. She just sat there looking at
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him. Then the train sped by a brightly lit station and the cabin was
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briefly awash with light. This seemed to stir her from her reverie as
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she turned and looked out the window. She sat looking out the window
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at the at the lights that flashed by outside the speeding train. She
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didn't move for several moments. Then she slowly started unbuttoning
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her blouse. Her fingers crept down her blouse releasing button after
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button, until at last it was open.
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What was she doing, Billy wondered? Didn't she know she was in the
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wrong cabin?
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The darkness made it hard to see. Still, in the faint glow of the
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night-light, he saw her suddenly twitch her shoulders and her blouse
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slipped off her shoulders. Her lace covered bosom was now exposed.
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The same mountainous pillows of flesh he had sneaked a peek at earlier
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that day were now once again partially revealed to him. Staring down
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at her imposing breasts, hidden only by the frilly softness of her
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brassiere, he felt his cock lurch with perverse excitement. He hated
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himself for watching her undress, but he couldn't stop himself. He
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knew he should say something to warn her of her mistake, but he
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couldn't bring himself to speak.
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Then his heart threatened to stop as he watched her reach behind her
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back. After a few moments, his mouth suddenly went dry as the soft,
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fragile tangle of lace and embroidery slipped down her arms baring her
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great, white breasts. Even in the soft dimness of the cabin, he could
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see them quiver and jiggle provocatively as she drunkenly rose to her
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feet. Staring at the beautiful, drooping mountains of flesh capped
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with even darker swollen cups, he felt a perverted desire to suck on
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them as he had done as a child. He couldn't believe that this was
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actually happening.
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As he secretly watched on, he couldn't believe his eyes as his mother
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hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her skirt. Then one quick
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jerk, she thrust her skirt and panties down her long, curvaceous legs.
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Releasing them, she staggered out of the pile of clothes and stood
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before her son as naked as the day she had been born.
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He nearly had a heart attack as he openly gawked her. Scarcely able
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to breathe, he dropped his eyes downward. The cabin was too dark to
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make out much, but he was still able to make out the dark, mystic
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triangle of darkness covering the base of her stomach.
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The simple act of seeing his mother naked was almost too much for him.
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He felt his cock jerk and threaten to explode at any moment.
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Straining to control this urge, he hated himself for what he was doing
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and thinking. Still, he couldn't stop staring at her nakedness.
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His mouth was dry and his heart was pounding a hundred miles an hour
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as he waited to see what she would do next.
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Why was he so sinfully excited by seeing his mother nude? He had
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never had any sexual thoughts about his mother before, but now he was
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definitely aroused by her nakedness.
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He had a strange feeling about her. He couldn't explain it. Maybe
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because his father was gone, he was now "the man" of the family. He
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couldn't put his finger on it, but there was a definite difference in
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the way they had acted toward each other all afternoon and night. It
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was on a much more adult level, almost like equals. With this, there
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was an air of eroticism about their interaction. Something dark and
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foreboding was taking place in his heart. He was afraid of what might
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happen, but did nothing to stop it.
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Lying there watching her, he suddenly realized that his hand was
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wrapped around his rock hard cock. He now regretted his earlier
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decision to sleep in the nude.
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His mother stood in the center of the car for the longest time,
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quietly swaying with the rhythm of the rocking train. Finally, she
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stumbled over to the small couch and sat down. Then he heard her
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quietly sobbing.
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Filled with compassion for her, he hated to see her hurting. But what
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could he do? They were both naked and he didn't know what would
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happen if he did go to her. Torn with indecision, he didn't know what
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to do. Should he ignore her? Or Should he try and comfort her?
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Waiting, he hoped that she would stop crying.
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After several minutes, he realized her crying was growing louder and
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it didn't look like she was going to stop.
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Finally, taking a deep breath, he decided it was time to act.
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"What's wrong, Mom?" he finally asked her.
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"Oh, Billy," she sniffed, "I didn't mean to wake you."
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"It's okay. What's wrong?"
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"Oh, I just feel so all alone, and, and unwanted," she blubbered out.
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"Oh, Mother," he said, slowly rolling out of bed, "I'm so sorry."
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Taking a deep breath, he shuffled over to where she sat and dropped
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down beside her. Taking her into his arms, he pulled her up to him
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tightly.
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She seemed oblivious of their nudity as she quickly wrapped her arms
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around him.
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"Oh, My, Baby," she sobbed, with tears rolling down her cheeks.
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Billy buried his face in the soft, lushness of her hair as he held her
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tightly pressed against him. He was intoxicated by the exotic
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fragrance of her sweet perfume and the soft heat of her body. The
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fragrance dredged up old memories of his childhood when his mother
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would hold him to comfort him. Breathing deeply, he inhaled her scent
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and felt himself reliving a time long, long ago. He could remember
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how good it felt to bury his face in his mother's big, soft breasts
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when he needed solace from the world's woes. Now, he became acutely
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aware of his mother's hot, hard nipples pressing against his chest.
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He was acutely aware of his sick arousal as his cock pounded painfully
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close to an eruption.
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"Oh, Mother, I Love you," he moaned, hoping she wouldn't notice his
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obvious arousal.
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"I Love you, too," she wept, hugging him even tighter.
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"You'll never be alone," he groaned, "because, I'll always be here for
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you."
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"Oh, My, Baby, I Love you so very, very much," she cried out, turning
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and kissing his cheek.
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Feeling her hot, wet lips on his cheek, he turned his head and
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suddenly their lips touched. Sparks flew as uncontrollable passion
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consumed him. His eyes closed, he crushed his mouth down onto hers as
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his tongue snaked into her mouth.
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For a split second, she recoiled back away from him as time seemed to
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stop. Then, with a whimper, she crushed her mouth against his as her
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tongue fought its way into his mouth.
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Their arms tightened around each other, squeezing and pulling them
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together as they kissed long and deeply. Crushed against each other,
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they sought to become one as their mouths slavered against each other.
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Billy felt her hot, digging tongue digging and probing his mouth
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hungrily as her long, sharp fingernails dug into his back.
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Finally, they had to break for breath.
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"OH, GOD," he gasped as their lips broke and their bodies momentarily
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parted.
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Then an explosion of adrenaline tore through his brain as he felt his
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mother's hand find his hot, jutting maleness.
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"OMMmmmmmmm," she groaned as he quickly covered her hot, sucking mouth
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with his lips again.
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His heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it would burst out of his
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chest any second. Still they kissed, deeply and voraciously. Whining
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with desire, he fought against cumming as his great, jutting spear of
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love stuck up out of his crotch ripe and ready for love. Yet another
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detonation of perversity went off inside of him as he felt his
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mother's hot, soft hand squeeze the granite hardness of his
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near-bursting mancock. His excitement was so great, he felt like his
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cock was ten feet long and as big around as a telephone pole. He had
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never known such wicked delight in his whole life.
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Then they had to break for air again.
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"OH, MY GOD," he heard his mother groan as her hand explored the
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thick, swollen hardness of his penis.
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"It's huge," she whispered, running her hand up and down the length of
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his manhood.
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Billy had always been proud of the size of his cock, but now his heart
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nearly burst with sick vanity. He had always known that he was large,
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but hadn't realized how large his eleven and half inch warrior was
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until he had started dating. Now his mother was touching the very
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monster she had had a part in creating.
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Clutching him in her hot, clutching hand, she seemed to be measuring
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its enormity.
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Suddenly, he felt her hand leave his bloated potency. Wondering if
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she had regained her sanity, he watched as she scooted back away from
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him. Sadly, he knew that she had come to her senses and was trying to
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distance herself from him. His heart was torn in two with desire for
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her and anger at his stupidity. Then he saw that she was lying down
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on her back. Then with disbelief and renewed excitement, he saw her
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seductively began to spread her legs apart.
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This couldn't be happening, he thought as her long, beautifully shaped
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legs spread open wider and wider. Another shot of adrenaline poured
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through his body as his cock lurched and throbbed with heinous
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excitement. Instead of rejecting him, his mother was opening the gate
|
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of her soul to him. Wider and wider, her soft, firm thighs opened.
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It was too dark to see "The Place," but he knew that it was there.
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The wellspring of his very being. The fiery pit where he had been
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born by the invasion of his father's own love weapon. The wondrous,
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inflamed place of his creation. It was there. But, now it was open
|
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and waiting for him, not his father. It was his to have just as it
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had been for his father on that night so long ago. Every nerve in his
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body was tingling with a depraved need for release, that could only be
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satisfied in one way.
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At last his mother lay before him open completely and at his mercy.
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Then she reached up for him. Shuddering, he jumped to his feet and
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crawled onto the couch.
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His knees moved up between his mother's outstretched legs as he
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hovered above her. Then he stopped. It was as if some deep primitive
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stirring was preventing him from possessing her. He seemed restrained
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by some ingrained instinct.
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He stood on his hands and knees above her, paralyzed and unable to
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|
move. Throwing his head back with anger and frustration, he saw the
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lights speed by outside. They flashed by like the eyes of demoniac
|
|
creatures looking in on the disgusting picture of a son preparing to
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have mount his mother. To have sex with his mother. To fuck his own
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mother. Then suddenly, the car was filled with an unholy brilliance
|
|
as a flash of lightning lit up the night sky. In that brief explosion
|
|
of light, he saw his mother sprawled out before him in all her wicked
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nakedness. His eyes were instantly drawn down to the waiting gash
|
|
between her widespread legs, but the light flashed out before he could
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focus on it.
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Then another flash of lightning. This time he saw her gaping
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|
womanhood glistening wetly as she bared herself for him. In the
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|
moment it took for the lightning to consume itself, the image of his
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huge, evil serpent poised above his mother's dripping, waiting wetness
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|
was indelibly imprinted into his memory. He would never be able to
|
|
forget the sight.
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|
He seemed be lost in some perverse, wicked fairy tale. None of it
|
|
seemed real. Even his gigantic headed monster that was prepared to
|
|
strike and inject its malignant venom deep inside her waiting wound
|
|
seemed unreal. His mind was trying to trick into thinking the whole
|
|
scene was a sham.
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|
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|
Suddenly, a hammering clamor of noise filled the car as the train
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|
rushed headlong into a raging torrent of rain. The noise was so loud,
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|
he couldn't think, but it also jarred him out of his stupor. The
|
|
primitive barrier that had held him back from her was shattered, gone,
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|
driven away by the deafening hammering inside his head. Now nothing
|
|
could prevent the inevitable. Nothing could stop him from possessing
|
|
her. He would have her as a lover, as a man, as her new soul mate.
|
|
Now nothing could stop the consummation of their incestuous marriage.
|
|
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|
The gods vented their wrath as a great clap of thunder shook their car
|
|
and he slowly lowered his malignant weapon down toward her drooling
|
|
motherhood. Nothing could stop him from possessing her now.
|
|
His mother appeared to embrace her unavoidable fate. She seemed to
|
|
sense his raging need. She must have known that nothing she could do
|
|
now would prevent his hellish return to his birthplace.
|
|
He knew she had given herself to him totally as he felt her hand grasp
|
|
his throbbing hardness and roughly guide it down to the waiting core
|
|
of her womanhood.
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|
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|
Then he felt the painfully sensitive head of his cock touch the soft,
|
|
hot softness of his mother's love wound.
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|
"Oh, Fucking God," he wheezed.
|
|
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|
Using every ounce of willpower he had, he tried to keep from slamming
|
|
his cock into her. Delighting in wicked sensation of his mother's
|
|
cunt slowly enveloping his cock, he threw back his head and screamed
|
|
out in conquest. Like some conquering lion, he roared out his triumph
|
|
as he continued slide his potent manhood deeper and deeper into the
|
|
hot, clutching depths of his mother's cunt.
|
|
|
|
She accepted his domination eagerly. Hungrily clutching and squeezing
|
|
his cock with her cunt, she sucked him deeper and deeper into churning
|
|
heat of her ruinous chasm.
|
|
|
|
The wedding of their sexes sparked and fumed with malignant delight as
|
|
each of them was drawn deeper and deeper into the hell-fire of
|
|
incestuous love.
|
|
|
|
His love for her was pouring into her through his huge, invading cock
|
|
as it slithered farther and farther into her wet, drooling pit. Like
|
|
falling in a dream, he felt he would never fill the wet, sucking hole
|
|
between his mother's legs as it devoured his overgrown penis inch by
|
|
inch. He felt like he was pushing his giant prod into frothing,
|
|
burning cauldron of fire as it inched deeper into her. At
|
|
last though, he felt the great bulbous head of his cock thrust up
|
|
against his mother's cervix. Even though it felt like he had six feet
|
|
of cock buried inside of her, he knew that he still had almost four
|
|
inches of his hot, thick cock left outside of her.
|
|
|
|
Holding himself thrust down inside of her, he felt her hand on his
|
|
cock.
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|
|
|
"Oh, My, God, there's still more," she groaned out as her hand
|
|
measured how much of him remained outside the channel of her cunt.
|
|
Then as he bent down to kiss her, he felt her lift her legs and wrap
|
|
them around his waist. Holding himself poised above her, he felt her
|
|
gently dig her heels into his ass, goading him on. Pushing him down
|
|
into her. Grunting, he tightened the muscles in his ass and pushed
|
|
down into her. His cock, stiff and unyielding didn't move for a
|
|
couple of seconds. Then with a rush, the rest of his cock slithered
|
|
inside of her until his entire penis was buried inside his mother's
|
|
cunt and his hairy belly ground up against her belly.
|
|
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|
"God, Baby, you're so big," she mumbled out as he lifted his lips from
|
|
hers.
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|
|
|
"I don't want to hurt you mother," he groaned as he held himself
|
|
thrust down inside her hot, sucking, clutching hole.
|
|
|
|
"You aren't, Baby," she whispered, pressing her belly up against him
|
|
and wriggling her hips suggestively.
|
|
|
|
"God, it feels like heaven," he gushed as he felt her milking his cock
|
|
with her cunt.
|
|
|
|
"Fuck Mommy," she blubbered out as she gave his cock a hard squeeze,
|
|
"fuck Mommy with your great big dick."
|
|
|
|
Billy slipped over the edge. He lost it. He had never felt such
|
|
power and dominion over anyone in his whole life. Something inside
|
|
his mind snapped and he became his own father fucking his own mother.
|
|
Fucking his mother with his father's cock. Fucking his mother and
|
|
recreating himself inside of her. He was insane with desire.
|
|
|
|
With a cry of conquest, he jerked his cock back and then drove it back
|
|
inside her like a mad man. The storm that raged outside hid the
|
|
bestial sounds that came spewing from him as he viciously began to
|
|
hammer his cock in and out of her.
|
|
|
|
"Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes, Oh, God, Yes, Baby, Yes," his mother cried out as
|
|
she threw herself up against his every pounding thrust, "fuck, Mommy,
|
|
Fuck, Mommy."
|
|
|
|
Billy had become a raging lunatic, crazed by desire and compulsion to
|
|
please his mother. Never had he felt such a need to satisfy her,
|
|
fulfill her wants, and drive out the demon his father had loosed in
|
|
her. He wanted to make her whole again, but he full knew that what
|
|
they were doing could completely destroy her, too. Still he couldn't
|
|
stop it now that it had begun. He could only hope that it would make
|
|
her a woman again. It was the only weapon he had. Oh, the simplicity
|
|
of man when compared to the complexity of women, he thought as he
|
|
furiously reamed her tight, clutching gash.
|
|
|
|
"God, I, Love, You, Mother," he growled out as he fucked her.
|
|
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|
"I Love You, Too," she panted.
|
|
|
|
As he pounded his ripened manhood into her, he suddenly felt the
|
|
strong, firm muscles in her legs tighten around his waist.
|
|
|
|
"Oh, Yes, Oh, Fuck, Yes, Oh, God, I, Feel, It, Comminngofuckogod," she
|
|
wailed as her body began to shake and quiver.
|
|
|
|
"YourmakingMommycuuuuummmmmmmmmm," she screamed out.
|
|
|
|
The hot, clasping chasm of his mother's cunt suddenly collapsed down
|
|
around his slithering cock. It seemed to be trying to draw his whole
|
|
body into her as it pulled and sucked on his gigantic cock.
|
|
|
|
As his mother thrashed about under him, he felt the great pool of
|
|
boiling, churning semen in his balls finally burst forth out and
|
|
erupt. The burning spew of his thick, rich sperm-laden cum exploded
|
|
down his cock and shot out into his mother's cunt like an erupting
|
|
geyser.
|
|
|
|
"AWFUKINGGOODDDCUMMMMNNNNN!!!!!" He shrieked.
|
|
|
|
He had never felt such boundless pleasure. As his cock jerked and
|
|
spewed out its potent seed-rich semen into her, wave after wave of
|
|
perverse, wicked delight washed over him. He was now a prisoner of
|
|
his emotions and no longer in control of his own body.
|
|
|
|
"Oh, My, God, Baby, so hot, so hot," his mother whimpered as her cunt
|
|
was filled to overflowing by his wildly spurting, exploding manhood.
|
|
The storm outside was definitely no match for the one that raged
|
|
inside their car is it sped through the night.
|
|
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|
He couldn't stop. He just kept on thrusting himself down into the
|
|
hot, slurping depths of her cunt as his dick gushed more and more of
|
|
his hot, man-sap into her. Again and again, he fired his great cannon
|
|
down into the waiting abyss of her womanhood. A primitive urge had
|
|
come over him. He felt an overpowering urgency to reseed the garden
|
|
from which he had sprouted. To recreate himself in the same fiery
|
|
depths that had brought life to him. To plant his seed inside of her
|
|
and let it spring forth from her. To show her his love, no matter how
|
|
deviant, twisted it was. It was sick and so very wrong, but he wanted
|
|
to make another child inside her. To recreate himself. To make his
|
|
mother pregnant with his own seed.
|
|
|
|
Like a severed artery, his giant cock kept spurting his thick, creamy
|
|
potency into her in an almost continuous stream. It seemed like the
|
|
flow of rich, clinging cum would never stop as it gushed out over and
|
|
over again. But, even as he drove himself into her, her clutching,
|
|
orgasming cunt took him totally.
|
|
|
|
Within moments, he had shot so much of cum into her, he could feel its
|
|
hot, thickness seeping out around his thick, pulsating cock. Her
|
|
burning, clenching cunt was filled to overflowing. The massive amount
|
|
of cum he had injected into her was just too much for the scalding
|
|
tightness of her vagina as it locked down around him. The thick,
|
|
milky sap oozed out and ran down the crack of her ass and onto the
|
|
bed, but still his cock jerked and spurted out more and more.
|
|
Finally, when he was wondering if something inside of him had broken
|
|
and it would never stop, his great engine gave one last, feeble lurch
|
|
and stopped firing.
|
|
|
|
He had never felt such passion. Such need. It had forced him to
|
|
drain himself completely. It felt like his big, dangling balls had
|
|
been sucked dry by his mother's fiery hole.
|
|
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|
Lying atop his mother, exhausted and unable to move, he felt
|
|
completely fulfilled. Lord of the world. Her protector and liberator.
|
|
He had brought her from the depths of her alcohol tinged depression to
|
|
fulfillment. He had brought her satisfaction and gratification. He
|
|
could feel his chest swelling with pride and love even as the warm
|
|
afterglow of making love spread over his body.
|
|
|
|
"God, that was so wonderful," his mother gurgled as she kissed him
|
|
tenderly.
|
|
|
|
"I've never felt anything so good," he told her, "this must be the way
|
|
heaven must feel."
|
|
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|
"Yes, it must," she chirped happily and hugged him to her even more
|
|
tightly.
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|
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|
Neither of them spoke for the longest time as they basked in the warm
|
|
afterglow of sex. They lay intertwined and listened to the rain
|
|
beating down on the car as the train clacked along for miles and
|
|
miles.
|
|
|
|
Then they felt the train slowing. Slower and slower it went as lights
|
|
outside grew brighter and brighter. Then with a loud hiss, it lurched
|
|
to a stop.
|
|
|
|
Still atop his mother, Billy slowly rose himself up and peeked out the
|
|
window. They had stopped at a depot. There were people walking about
|
|
not fifteen feet from where he and his mother lay still united as one.
|
|
Suddenly he was hard again and slowly began to slide his cock in and
|
|
out of his mother's satiny sheath. Somehow the thought that the
|
|
people on the platform could see inside their cabin if they really
|
|
wanted to was wickedly arousing.
|
|
|
|
If they only knew, he laughed inside, what was taking place right
|
|
under their noses. A boy and his mother making love. Creating
|
|
incest. Fucking. And they didn't even know it.
|
|
|
|
"What is so funny?" his mother smiled up at him as he slowly fucked
|
|
her.
|
|
|
|
"All those people out there," he grinned down at her, "what would they
|
|
say if they knew what we were doing?"
|
|
|
|
"They would be shocked," she said, thrusting herself up at him, taking
|
|
him inside of her deeply.
|
|
|
|
"If they only knew how wonderful it felt," he groaned, "they would all
|
|
be committing incest."
|
|
|
|
"Definitely," she grunted emphatically as she raised her legs and
|
|
wrapped them around his waist, "incest would become the preferred way
|
|
to show affection between a mother and her son."
|
|
|
|
"God, Yes," he growled, grinding his long, thick cock down into her
|
|
wet, clutching cunt.
|
|
|
|
As they fucked, the train jerked and began to move again. They hardly
|
|
noticed as the train slowly clattered out of the station. Their
|
|
thoughts and attention were focused on each other as they kissed and
|
|
fucked. Oblivious to everything but each other, they made love the
|
|
rest of the night until the first rays of the sun reached out and
|
|
touched them.
|
|
|
|
"God, it's morning already," Billy groaned as he slowly rolled off his
|
|
mother dragging his half-hard cock out of her battered, desecrated
|
|
cunt.
|
|
|
|
"Oh, Baby, don't stop," she muttered, reaching for him.
|
|
|
|
"Need sleep," he muttered wearily, "too tired."
|
|
|
|
"Well, Mommy will let her baby rest," she smiled at him as she reached
|
|
down and lovingly squeezed his shrinking manhood, "we still have
|
|
fifteen hours before we get home."
|
|
|
|
Within moments he was asleep.
|
|
|
|
He didn't know how long he had slept, but it seemed like only moments.
|
|
His brain vainly tried to shut out the sensations that were driving
|
|
sleep from his head, but he couldn't ignore the sucking warmth that
|
|
was enveloping his cock. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw that it was
|
|
growing dark already, so he must have slept away the day. Then
|
|
looking down, he saw his mother lovingly devouring his growing
|
|
maleness.
|
|
|
|
"Mmmmmmmmph," she gurgled, letting his hardening cock slip out of her
|
|
mouth, "Finally, you're awake. I thought you were going to sleep the
|
|
rest of the trip."
|
|
|
|
"You wore me out, Mom," he grinned at her, unable to believe the
|
|
change in her, "You're merciless."
|
|
|
|
"You gave me back my life," she smiled at him, holding his rapidly
|
|
expanding cock upright, "I have someone to love who loves me, again."
|
|
|
|
"You sure do," he groaned as she bent down and sucked him back into
|
|
her mouth.
|
|
|
|
He felt refreshed and revived as she hungrily sucked and pulled on his
|
|
cockhead.
|
|
|
|
"Mmmmmmmmmm, your all big again," she said dotingly, finally lifting
|
|
her mouth off him. "I can't wait to taste your sweet cream."
|
|
He felt his cock lurch with sick excitement at the indecent remark.
|
|
How could this be his sweet, loving mother telling him that she wanted
|
|
to taste his cum. Just the thought of cumming in his mother's mouth
|
|
nearly caused another unfortunate accident, but he was able to hold it
|
|
back momentarily.
|
|
|
|
"Wouldn't you like to fill Mommy's mouth with your hot, gooey milk,"
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she said softly, looking at him suggestively.
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"God, Mother, you're going to make me cum right now," he groaned,
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straining to hold back the pressure that was building inside his
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balls.
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"Really," she smiled, easing her tiny, pink tongue out and flicking it
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across the great, swollen head of his throbbing cock.
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"You would really like for Mommy to suck you dry," she grinned, slowly
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lowering her soft, full lips down around his bulging cockhead as she
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stared into his eyes.
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He knew that he was only seconds away from ejaculation. His mother
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must have sensed it, too. Suddenly, she dipped her head down and
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roughly sucked almost half of his foot long cock into her mouth.
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"AWFUCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" He bellowed out as his cock bucked and spurted
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out a gigantic geyser of thick, viscous semen into her mouth.
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He could feel her hot, sucking mouth pull at his cock, drawing all of
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his egg-rich cum into her mouth. He could see the muscles in her
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throat work up and down as she swallowed his hot, heavy load of
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man-cum. Then his cock exploded again, and again, and again, filling
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her mouth with thick, sticky cum each time. She seemed enraptured
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with his creamy gift, demanding more and more as her hands squeezed
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and pressed his cock and balls, urging him to give her more.
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After ten or twelve devastating eruptions, his cock finally stop
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erupting inside her hot, pulling mouth. He waited for her to pull
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back, but instead, she held his slowly recoiling cock inside her mouth
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for several moments. Then, when he thought she was going to release
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him, he was stunned when she forced her head down and took his whole
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cock into her mouth and throat. His own mother was deep-throating
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him. As she swallowed, he could feel the muscles in her throat clench
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his cock and cause it to lurch and spew out one final gob of cum into
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her throat.
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"Oh, Fucking, God, Mother," he gasped as she at last began to lift her
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head, letting his torpid cock slowly slip out of her mouth.
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"Did you like that?" she asked him, a wicked smile playing at her
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lips.
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"I have never had anything feel so good ever before," he muttered,
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realizing that he was dead from the waist down, "but I think I'm
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paralyzed now."
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"Oh, you silly boy," she chided him.
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"You know that you could have me anytime you wanted me," she said
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softly, bending down and kissing his fallen warrior, "if I moved in
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with you."
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"WHAT!" he sputtered, shocked by her sudden, unexpected suggestion.
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"No one at the college knows who I am or what your mother looks like,"
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she said.
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"You don't really mean," he started as his mind tried to fathom the
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consequences of what she was suggesting.
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"I mean that we could live together like husband and wife," she
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grinned and then ran her tongue the length of his slowly hardening
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prick.
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Could they? It was just too much for his weary mind to conceive.
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"Think about it," she laughed, getting up, "while I get us some food."
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He watched her dress quickly and before he knew it she was gone.
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Could they actually do what she suggested? She was young looking for
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her age, but she was still almost twice his age. What would everyone
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think? How could he explain that he no longer had a mother? Would
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their infatuation with each other last? What if it didn't? At least
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they wouldn't have to get a divorce he mused. He did love her with
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all his heart and soul. Not to mention the deep and growing physical
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need, she had created. Now he could love her with his body too. It
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was just too good to be true. It would be worth the risk. Now that
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she had offered it, he had to posses the beautiful, wonderful woman
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his mother had suddenly become. He had to posses her every way
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imaginable; to please her; to love her; to possess her completely.
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It seemed like she had only been gone for moments when he heard a rap
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on the door.
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Wrapping the bedspread around his waist, he stumbled over to the door
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and opened it slightly.
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"Let me in, you silly boy," his mother smiled at him as she stood in
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the hall holding several cartons.
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Opening the door, he let her inside. Closing the door, he watched his
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mother saunter over to the bed and drop the cartons onto the bed.
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"Well, have you made up your mind?" she asked him, unbuttoning her
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dress and letting it fall to the floor.
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He felt the now familiar tug at his heart and throb in his cock as she
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stood before him naked once again. God, what a beautiful woman, he
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thought, and she was all his.
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"God, I have never seen such a beautiful woman," he blubbered out.
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"Do you really mean that?" she blushed.
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"I mean every bit of it and I have made up my mind." he said, dropping
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the bedspread and walking toward her.
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He took her in his arms and squeezed her so hard, he could hear her
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wheeze. Then he mashed his lips down on hers, kissing her long and
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deep.
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At last, he tore his lips from hers.
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"Does that answer your question?" he groaned, "I want you to be my
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wife and lover and mother, forever and ever."
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"And I accept you as my husband and lover and son, forever and ever,
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too," she smiled as they collapsed into each other's arms and fell
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onto the bed.
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Their vows were quickly consummated as they made wild and passionate
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love the rest of the night.
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Is this the end?
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