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Subject: Title story: "MY SON'S STROKES" Author: INCEST MOM 46146903
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Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2005 07:15:04 +0000
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MY SON'S STROKES
I stood in the shower, letting the spray from the shower rinse the soap from my
body. I turned off the spray of water and opened the stall door. I began to dry
myself, taking my time. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I looked
pretty good for a woman my age. My breasts were full and round, my nipples dark
and erect.
My hips hadn't blown up into wide expanses of flesh like most women my age,
and my tummy was still flat. Yes, I thought, standing there, I still looked
pretty good.
Then, I heard the floor creak out in the hall. I froze, wondering, and then
thought that I might be hearing things. I heard another noise --- a shuffling
sound. Without being too obvious, I glanced at the doorknob to the bathroom.
Through the keyhole, I could see movement.
My son was peeking on me! He was out there, no doubt, playing with himself,
looking at my naked body. I stood still, listening intently to the silence. Just
above a whisper, I could hear his rapid breathing, and I could have sworn I
could hear the slap-slap-slap sound of his masturbating.
I moved closer to the door and sat on the toilet stool. I didn't know what to
do, but I knew I was actually thrilled by being watched. I spread my legs to
give him a better view. I faced the keyhole, and reached down and parted my
pussy lips.
I could hear his heavy breathing for sure. I knew positively that he was
watching and playing with himself.
I stood and stretched, then quickly reached for the door knob and pulled the
door open.
Donald, my son, squatted there, his shorts pulled down to his ankles, his hand
wrapped around his cock. His eyes were wide, his mouth open. He stopped mid-
stroke, his balls hanging low beneath his hard, red-headed pecker.
His face reddened and he started to stand up. I simply took a step toward him
and grabbed the back of his head, pushing his face into my hot, wet pussy.
"You wanted to see my pussy," I said, "now, suck on it, stick your
tongue in it."
I could feel his lips against my pussy lips. I knew he had wanted to protest,
and I knew that he had been embarrassed. I felt that this was the best way to
let him know that not only was it OK, but that I liked the idea and wanted his
hot mouth on me.
I felt his tongue dart out, licking my pussy lips. I let go of his head, and he
backed away a little bit, looking at my hairy snatch close up. Then he looked up
at my face, his big brown eyes questioning.
"Is it OK, Mom?" he asked.
"Sure it's OK, Donnie," I said. "I like that. I want you to like my body. It's
OK, just lick Mommy like you ...
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