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Subject: Title story: "MY SON'S STROKES" Author: INCEST MOM 106184180
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Date: Wed, 09 May 2007 03:11:38 +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 really ...
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