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Subject: Title story: "Approaching Storm" Author: INCEST MAN 54563818
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Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2005 17:17:04 +0000
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The Approaching Storm
It was a warm summer night, and my window was open, a gentle breeze blowing
across my sheets. In the far west, I could hear the sound of a summer thunder
storm. It would probably reach us within the hour, I thought.
I heard another sound --- and suddenly realized that it was the sound of my
bedroom doorknob being turned, rattling gently. The door creaked open, and my
mother stood there. In the dim light coming from the hallway I could see that
she was wearing a short nightie, and I had no idea what she wanted.
"Mark, are you asleep?" she whispered.
"No, Mom," I said. "I'm just laying here, listening to the thunder in the
distance."
She sat on the edge of the bed. "I've always liked summer thunderstorms at
night," she said. "It reminds me of all those old spooky movies your father and
I used to watch together."
My father had left us over three years ago, and I knew that my mother missed
him terribly.
"You and Dad had a lot of things going for you, huh?"
"Yes, we did. He really knew how to take care of a woman's needs -- if you know
what I mean."
"I think I do."
"I miss his manliness, Mark." She put her hand on my thigh, and I could feel the
sudden warmth of her hand through the sheet.
"There are other men, Mom," I said, my voice quivering just a little.
"Yes, Mark, there's you!" She moved her hand upward, and then I felt her other
hand touch my leg.
I didn't know what had come over her. I could feel her hands shake as she moved
both up my legs, and then I could feel the pressure against my cock.
I just lay there and didn't say a word. I was afraid that she might stop. I
could feel her hands reach under the covers and find my bare legs. Then, she
moved the covers off of me altogether.
I was a virgin, and hadn't ever even thought of some- thing like this. It kind
of scared me, it wasn't like my mother to do something like this. I didn't know
how to react, but at 14 I was rock hard anyway.
I was wearing only my jockey shorts. I felt her hand move up my thigh to the
bulge in my crotch. When her hand came into contact with my throbbing hardon
through my shorts, it was like a jolt of electricity went through me. I
moaned softly.
"Oh, yes," she whispered. "That feels like a real man's cock to me. It's about
the size of your father's hard dick, Mark."
She leaned over me and put a hand on either side of the elastic band of my
shorts. She put her fingers under the elastic, and I moved my ass off the bed to
let her pull them down. She pulled them across my cock, and there was an audible
slap as my cock ...
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