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Subject: Title story: "Approaching Storm" Author: INCEST MAN 126195674
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Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2007 20:50:39 +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 jumped ...
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