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Subject: Title story: "MY SON'S MIRROR" Author: Incest Mom 45092181
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Date: Wed, 01 Jun 2005 02:16:30 +0000
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MY SON'S MIRROR
I was doing laundry, and I passed by my son's room on the way down the hall. I
started to open his door, and then realized that it was open just a small bit of
the way. I was going to kick it open, carrying a load of clothes in my arms,
when I noticed that I could see him in the mirror. He was naked, his cock rock-
hard as he stroked his fingers slowly up and down it.
I decided to pass on by, but then stopped. I looked back at my son, looking
at his hard cock in the mirror, his fine, muscular butt, and his strong,
sturdy legs.
My, I thought, my son in a very handsome man. I could feel a tingling inside me,
a definite excitement building. I stood there, actually yearning for my son's
body. I was shocked at my own feelings, and walked on down the hall.
I put the clothes in a basket, and crept quietly back down the hall to my son's
door. I looked through the crack in the door. He still stood there, stroking
himself very slowly, watching himself in the mirror. He cupped his balls with
one hand while he pulled upward on his stiff cock.
I could see his cock in the mirror, but I could also see his ass straight-on.
His ass muscles slowly tightened and relaxed. I reached into my pants and moved
my fingers over my pussy. I was wet from watching my son.
I could see his legs begin to move, and I saw his stroking speed up a little. He
was going to cum soon, I thought. In my haste to get good access to my pussy, my
elbow bumped the door, moving it inward about a foot. The noise and the movement
caught Roger's attention, and he whirled and looked straight at me.
"Mom! What are you ---" He didn't finish his sentence. He saw my hand in my
pants, and could see my hand moving beneath the fabric. He tried to cover
himself, moving both hands in front of his hard cock, but it was too big.
I reached down and unsnapped my pants. My son watched wide-eyed as I slithered
out of my pants. I let him see my hairy pussy; I wasn't wearing any panties. I
lifted one leg and pulled my jeans off, then lifted the other, letting him get a
good look at my hairy pussy lips. His eyes widened as I spread my legs as I
lifted them.
"Mom, you're naked," he said, his voice thick and choked.
I unbuttoned my blouse, and he began stroking his cock again, and then I tossed
my blouse on the hallway floor. Then, I reached up and undid my bra.
His eyes widened and he licked his lips when he looked at my tits. I walked
toward him and stood beside him, looking in the mirror. He turned and looked in
the mirror. I reached over and touched the tip of his cock as I ...
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