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"Mo-om," I said, making two syllables of the word, just like a little kid, "what I think about while I'm jacking off is pretty personal. "Well, Mom, does that satisfy your curiosity?" I croaked. Real mathematicians look upon numbers with utter disdain. Father Son Incest Sex Storys . Still in a daze myself, too overloaded with sensation to be able even to think about what had just happened between Mom and me, I cleaned myself up a bit, pulled off my tee-shirt and shorts, and climbed into bed. "However," she continued," I must admit that, in this case, I feel as if I might be proceeding with conflicting and perhaps mutually exclusive goals in mind. Family Incest Fun But, mesmerized and paralyzed, I watched Mom's hand continue its slow, tentative journey across the bed. After a good deal of contemplation, I've come to the conclusion that I'm more ignorant about male sexual function than I'd previously considered, and I also believe, in retrospect, that the objectivity of my attention was distracted and I didn't observe all the aspects about which I was curious. Mother Fucking Son Pics . I'm curious, for example, how often you find it necessary to relieve yourself in this way. Incest Pics, Videos . After she relaxed again, she swirled her tongue around my cock a couple more times, then sat up, gazing at the wall behind me with an unfocused look. At that point, I had a soft-on, not all the way shriveled up, but not hard, either. Family Incest Fun The feeling was out of this world. "Oh, my," she said. That was terribly imprecise. I was precariously balanced on a tightrope of desire and concern: desire for more touch, and concern that the touch being my mother's was not right. "This is a lot more than you asked for to start with, and I've already fulfilled my part of your original request. Family Incest Fun And it pulsed, and it pulsed, and Mom got strokes and squeezes coordinated with the pulsing, and I didn't think it would ever stop. |