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- A Beloved Mom.
Mother son sex
"What'ya reading? said my sister.
"The Flowers of Evil,"
"Your Lit 202, I suppose. Read me a little"
"Not exactly assigned, however." I read:
Close swarming, like a million writhing worms,
A demon nation riots in our brains.
"I feel that swarm, sometimes," Jill said. "But
what are the 'flowers of evil'?
"'Evil' or 'disgusting' things that have their peculiar
fascination and beauty."
"Such as?".
"Baudelaire wrote, "The unique and supreme pleasure
of making love lies in the certitude of doing evil."
His sexual imagery was very striking: . . . .
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- A Big Help for Mom. Mother son sex
stories
When you see mom and me together, you know we're related.
You may not be sure if we're mother and son or sister and
brother but you would bet that we have the same blood running
through us. The resemblance is striking enough so that you
may even turn your head if you pass us on the street.
Mom's 5'8" and I'm 6'1". We both have black hair
and dark eyes. We run together almost every day and stay pretty
slim but she does curve in places I don't. She has a great
body and your eyes will travel around it from one perfect
feature to the next: at least mine do.
It isn't that she's showing off, but she has a way of 'presenting'
herself. When she sits across from me, she always seems to
turn her hip enough so that her breasts are at a . . . .
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- A Birthday Gang-Bang For Mom
My name is Ken and I'm a successful businessman living with
my wife in New England. Every year on my mother's birthday,
I make a pilgrimage home to join my father and brothers in
giving her a very special birthday present. My wife and mother
had never taken to each other, so, as always, my wife did
not ask to go along. She did not know about my special relationship
with my mother.
As I left the heavy city traffic behind, my mind wandered
and I began reminiscing about the first time I contributed
to my mother's special gift. She had made a man of me that
day. The experience was so intense that I remember every detail
as though it were yesterday. As I played the images back in
my mind, my cock began to harden and stick its head out through
my . . . .
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