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Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2005 04:15:12 +0000
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Mother and Son
By Ann Douglas
Part One
By Ann Douglas
"This must be my lucky day," Elizabeth Pastore said to herself as she drove down
Rockland Blvd and neared her house.
A water main break had caused her office to close up at ten o'clock, giving her
the rest of the day off. It was such a hot summer day, she thought she would
pick up her son Billy and head for the beach. It was rare that she got to spend
the day with him. Usually on weekends everything was just too crowded to go
anywhere. And with Billy making the move from junior high to high school, she
knew that his weekends would soon also be filled with teenage activities.
Pulling into the driveway, she noted with satisfaction that Billy's bike was up
against the garage - he was home. There was a second bike there, one she didn't
recognize. Must belong to some friend from the Youth Center.
Entering the house through the side door, she was just about to call out that
she was home when she heard sounds from the living room. She listened for a few
seconds, then carefully moved to the edge of the doorway to take a look. She had
heard similar sounds too many times not to be pretty sure of their source.
From her vantage point, she could see the back of Billy's head as she sat on the
sofa. She could tell he was breathing hard, speaking in a low voice.
"Oh God..." Billy panted, "It feels so good. You suck cock so good."
Both a smile and a tinge of embarrassment covered Elizabeth's face as
her original assumption proved true. Her sixteen year old son was
getting a blow job.
"I wonder who it is?" Liz said to herself as her curiosity overcame her
embarrassment. "Could it be Cindy Kelly, or maybe Donna Griffith?" Two girls
Billy had been dating over the summer.
The thought of interrupting them never entered her mind. She'd already had a
long talk with Billy about the facts of life. She knew that when the time came,
there wasn't anything she could do the prevent her son from becoming sexually
active. No more than her parents could've stopped her. All she could do was make
sure he knew enough of the facts to make the right decisions.
As she backed into the hallway, it occurred to her that if she doubled back
through the kitchen, she would be able to see the couch from the side. Her
curiosity about the girl's identity got the better of her and she quickly made
for the kitchen.
When Elizabeth reached the kitchen entrance to the living room, she paused
before looking in. She felt all flushed and strangely sexually excited. The
thought of watching her son get blown was really turning ...
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