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Subject: Title story: "I Remember Mother" Author: Incest Man 49289817
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Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2005 16:17:01 +0000
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I Remember Mother
By Joshua
Yes, I remember mother. She was a beautiful bitch, and wanton.
She had cotton-blonde hair tumbling down to softly rounded shoulders, wide-set
green eyes, a slender nose, and lips made for kissing. Her breasts were full and
upthrusting above a slender waist, svelte hips, and long, straight legs.
I remember I was twelve years old and mother was giving me a bath in a tub of
hot, soapy water, and I was embarrassed to tears because I felt I was much too
big for her to be bathing that way. She had already scrubbed my neck, arms,
and torso, and was even then immersed in the soapy water up to her elbows,
trying to wash my crotch, and I was squirming around in the tub, making it
difficult for her.
After several minutes of struggling with me, she sat back on her heels,
frustrated, and blew a strand of hair off her forehead. "For pity's sake,
Jonathan!" she blurted. "How can I do a proper job of washing you when you're
all hunkered down in the tub like that? Stand up!"
Now, I hesitated to obey her, because I was aware that her ministrations
around in my crotch had given me a raging hard-on and I didn't want her to see
it. She sat there for a moment, waiting for me to mind, and got a little angry
when I didn't.
"Jonathan?" she asked. There was an edge to her voice, and I knew the tone. You
didn't disobey mother more than once. Not if you knew what was good for you.
I stood up slowly, shame-faced, water and soap suds sheeting down off my body,
and there - just inches in front of her face - was my rigid, young cock, jutting
straight out and swaying slightly from the movement.
Mother's eyes went wide in shock and her mouth fell open. "My word, Jonathan!"
she gasped. "I had no idea you were this well developed!"
She squinted at it curiously for a moment, then scooped up a handful of water
from the tub and trickled it over the length of my throbbing prick, rinsing off
the suds. She reached out then, hefted my hard balls in her hand, and wrapped
her fingers around the shaft. "My God," she breathed, "I believe you're bigger
than your father!"
Without another word, she pursed her lips, forced them over my swollen cockhead,
and pushed forward until the entire length of my turgid member was buried in her
mouth. The sensation of having her lips wrapped around me was so overwhelming, I
thought I was going to pass out.
Slowly - very slowly - she backed off until the head of my prick came out of her
mouth, and she sat back and looking up at me with something akin to awe in her
eyes. "You are!" she exclaimed. "You are bigger ...
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