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Subject: {ASSM} TxM6: Taxi Murders -- The Dirty Dreams of Laurie Fallon 
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Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2005 03:10:02 -0500
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Taxi Murders Web Site: http://taximurders.com
Poetry Site: http://seanfarragher.com
Long Poem: Work in Progress: http://byzantium2001.com
(9-11-2001 and Terrorism of the Child Abuse)
http://blastmagazine.org
farragher@nj.rr.com



From Taxi Murders Hyper-fiction
The Laurie Fallon Story
Story Book Dreams "Movies":


I was thirteen (I could have been a lot younger) and the guy I was doing was
at least 23. Mom had brought him home for Sheila, but my sister turned him
down cold.

I was glad she did. He was rough faced, bearded and these nasty tattoos on
his arms, shoulders, legs, and chest. He also rode a hog as Mom called it,
but what was weird, he had this terribly small cock like a child. It all
didn't play true. 

Mom liked to surprise, freak the guy out, pretending to fuck with him for
having sex with her underage daughters. Suddenly, in the "movie", Hélène (my
Mom's secret spirit) broke into my room, suddenly leaping across the heavens

to join us; I imagine. My cunt was open, fluttering as was my deep set, 
looser ass. I had just finished this guy with my mouth. He had done me with 
his lips, and I was still feeling the after shocks. 

Mom caught him when he spit. I got up just in time, swallowing it, wiping
what had missed landing on my chin on his arm. I know I tasted and smelled
of sex, and Mom loved it, lingering big time, sitting down, flirting with
the guy, after I did him, helping him put it back in his pants, and then
insisting he take it out again, sucking on it. She really freaked him. The
guy was actually blushing during the small talk. 

Mom had spread her legs around the back of the chair, her red panties
showing through to the front. And her wry, enigmatic smile was almost a
cliché when she finally left, kissing me on the neck, then lips, tricking me
by licking her fingers.

After Mom left, I couldn't stand it, I started laughing. The guy thought we
were nuts. In this movie I had just met him. He escaped, evaporated like a
cartoon figure and I ran downstairs to Mom hugging her tits as she pulled
one out for me to nurse. I suddenly became a small child about five, and
just to let her know I knew the score, I reached up and sucked on her mouth,
letting my breath merge with her life.

All the "movies" were the same. Mom drew men to our place like flies, and
when she was young she didn't need us; She knew what to sell (not that she
sold her ass really) for food money or rent.

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