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Subject: {ASSM} Welcome Home (Mf, nc)
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This popped into my head on the way to work, demanding to be
written down. Once written, I decided to do something new for
me, and send it to assm. Hope you enjoy it.
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(c) 2003 by StoryMan. Do what you wilt shall be the whole of the
law. [That is, I wrote it, but do what you want with it. I don't
care.]
WELCOME HOME.
I had been dating Marion for almost three months. Lately, I had
been thinking of moving on. Don't get me wrong: she was
pleasant, and in good shape. But she was 44 and an adolescent
daughter called Beth. I was 40, and was still hoping to have
some kids of my own. I probably wouldn't have even chased after
her, except she was a nurse, and looked so cute when I first met
her dressed up in her nurse's uniform, I couldn't help flirting
with her.
One thing led to another, and we were going out.
It was a Saturday morning, and I was sleeping in at Marion's
place. I work an evening shift, so I sleep in til 10 most days.
This was the fourth or fifth time Marion had let me sleep over
after one of our Friday night dates. When I woke up that
morning, it was to the most wonderful feeling of Marion sucking
on my early morning hardon. She hadn't done that since the first
time I slept over, two months earlier.
Laying there in the darkened bedroom, all I could do is groan out
"God-don't-stop." In response, her head started bobbing faster,
and she increased her sucking, as her hands did wonderousthings.
When I was getting near, I warned her, "I'm going to cum." She
kept bobbing. Marion doesn't like to swallow; that should have
been my first warning. As it was, I didn't think about it at the
time. What was I going to do, tell her to stop? No fuckingway.
A handful of seconds later, I started to pump out jism. I felt
her suck, suck, and swallow. I said, "Ahhhh. That was great.
I'd love to wake up like that every day."
Marion giggled, and said in a voice that wasn't hers. "I don't
think that's going to happen."
Beth. That was Beth's voice. I scrambled for the bedside lamp,
and cursed as the sudden light flooded my eyes. I blinked away
the afterimage of the lightbulb, and looked down the bed. There,
laying on the bottom half, was Beth. Marion was nowhere to be
seen.
"Beth, what the hell do you think you're doing!" I exclaimed.
Beth rolled over on to her side, propping up her head with one
hand. She was wearing a pink shirt with a sunflower on it, and a
pair of blue jeans.
Beth told me, "Mom got called in to the hospital to cover for
someone. She said to make sure you got breakfast when you woke
up."
"Never mind that" said I, "What the hell do you think you were
doing in here, with me, naked, and, uh, uh." I was getting
embarrassed as well as angry.
She looked me in the eye. "Mom likes you. Mom really likes you.
She wants you to propose. I am here to make sure thathappens."
I laughed. "What, you're going to offer me sex as incentive to
marry your mom?"
"No", she said calmly, "I am telling you, you are going to
propose to my mom, or I am going to call the cops and tell them
you molested me."
"What!?" I exclaimed, getting angry again. "You sucked me off in
my sleep! I didn't even know you were you until it was over!"
"True, but who are the cops going to believe, you, the single 40
year old who's dating my mom, or me, the cute innocent little 13
year old? Especially when they pump my stomach and find your
DNA." She smiled. "And that's not to mention the diary entries I
wrote about you feeling me up last week."
At this point I jumped up out of control, but before I even knew
I had raised my arm, she said "Oh, please hit me--it will make
the story even better!"
I froze. When the implications hit me, I collapsed against the
headboard.
Beth hopped up out of bed. I looked up at her, with what must
have been a look of utter defeat upon my face.
Beth looked at me, and said "I'm glad we understand each other.
And cheer up!" She leaned over, and kissed me on the cheek.
"Welcome home, daddy!"
Then she disappeared out the door, laughing.
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