My mom is the safe in the whole reality. Ever since dad died, hebdomad after I was born, she took unspoilt fear of me. In my early childhood, people tend to laugh at me, the fatherless kid. But mom told me it 's ok. She said I should n't take on what those pricks said into account. She said I have faced grief they never dreamed of, which makes me stronger.

Here's a bit about me. My name is Ryan summertime. 18 this year, and as the only when tyke, I'm the but family mom has, vice-versa. I'm fairly mesomorphic, been hitting the gym regularly for 3 days. I'm something people call handsome, not superstar handsome, but better-looking. I hit pubescence at an early age, standing 5'10"and a nice 9"dick which I'm pretty proud off.

My mom, Alice Summers works as a elderly military officer in the government, associating with the Brits. Her salary for a month can buy me at least 5 PS3 's and a few press full of Armani causa. Although we were full-bodied, she never acted like it. I was taught to be small-scale, too. At 18, I already have a car, a Porsche. I never thought mom would buy me a Porshe as my for the first time car. I knew she loves me, but this is going to indulge me. So much for teaching me to be modest. But then, I drove the Porsche seldomly. Instead, I drove that old hand truck dad left mom before he died.

To be honest, I hated my dad. Why did he take in to go away us so early ? Why did he have to go ? My mom had me when she was 17. Dad being at the Lapplander age. Mom said dad died during his trip to United Arab Republic, she told me dad loved the desert and would n't heed dying there. Sometimes I 'm wondering is he really dead ? Or did he actually built a home with those Egyptian girls sucking his dick every early day ?

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It 's a hot day. And mom just got rest home from piece of work. She took a long shower, while I watched tv. It 's a replay of American Idol. And I was shocked, Colton Dixon got eliminated ! He was supposed to win ! The Lapp disaster that happened to Daughtry, but that 's record biz. I closed the television, thinking what is wrong with Americans these days, they ca n't vote for a good Isaac M. Singer, there is for sure to be a problem in
either their ears or their brains, if they have one.
Frustrated, I walked up the stairs, heading to my way. Still mad about my graven image 's reasoning by elimination, I turned the doorhandle, and kicked the door spread. Mom was there. Startled, and was turning around as she screamed. She was in her underclothing, slipping on her top. Shit, I got lost in thought I headed to the wrong room. `` piece of tail, I ... I ... Sorry. '' I said, rushing to my elbow room, and locking the door behind me.

My mom was one-half naked in front of my eyes. That was the firstly clock time I thought of my mom that way. The hot, sexual way. In her bra, her bosom did n't seem to sag, it 's not even a push-up bra. It is a sweet 34CC that would bounce up and down furiously when she rides a hawkshaw. Her ass was one to take hold of, it's rhythm, and big. I never did really checked her ass before. But the incident 5 minutes ago changed everything, she was one to fuck.

I threw myself on my bed, trying to keep mom out of my top dog. But the more I think of it, the more I wanted her. To feel her soft breasts and full ass against my organic structure, grinding furiously. That was it, my bungle was struggling in my pants. I have to settle the lecherousness, before I rape my own mom. So I unzipped my knickers, and pulled my hawkshaw out. 9"of meat went out making link with fresh air. The raunchy spirit of pre-cum is filling my room. I was touching the tip, fantasizing mom was licking it.

In my intellect, she was teasing the cum-hole. A minute later she was taking in inches and inches of my dick into her rima oris. It took time for her to let my full length enter her mouth, I can feel the tip hitting her pharynx. She gives top dog like a pro. She stopped all of a sudden, and went for my ball. She sucked on the orchis as like a child sucking Milk River out of a cleaning woman's breast, her hand stroking my dick.

My bridge player was furiously pumping my dick until the go hit me. I shot my load, 3 full waves of it. One hitting my chest, another on my abs, the hold out below my navel. There's more leaking from the tip, oozing out until the last drop was out. Mom reappeared, licking off all the cum. Lastly she kissed me, sharing the load. But I had to houseclean this mess. I can't fantasize about mom, it's wrong. I mean, she gave birth to me.

I went to get a shower, to get a exculpated head, and to launder the, well… you know. But what's worse is the olfactory perception. I hit the showers, and enjoyed myself.

Little did I know mom was remote my room, with her hands in her panties, which was very wet. When she was done, she took off her scanty to wipe off the stains she dripped on the trading floor, outside my room. Then she went to her room. Doing God-knows-what in her way. As I finished my shower, I went to get my clothes washed. I put the wearing apparel in the washing machine, and left it there, knowing mom would handle the rest.

But when I went back upstairs, I passed mom's room. I heard moan, very sensual groan. It's pretty obvious she was masturbating. But as she did, she screamed someone's name, Tyson. This had me thinking, WHO IS Tyson ? A friend ? A co-worker ? Is he in there fucking mom ? These thoughts got me angry, and jealous. But then this made my boner boost, conjecture I got turned on thinking about mom having sex.

I went back to my elbow room, and called Bonnie, one of my adept friend. Saying I needed her help, and invited her over. What she didn't know is I'm gon na let all my lust out on her.



To Be Continued…