at last----part-1-of-1

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At Last

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Well it started at 14 by ‘spying’ and ended, well it still on going at age 29 about three times a year.

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Mom is 19-years older than me and her and dad are still married. She is 5-foot 6 and about 130 pounds and to me beautiful.

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It began at age 14, when I would be in bed waiting for mom to change to get ready for bed. From my room I had my dresser mirror positioned where it would allow me to look across the hall and into my parent’s bedroom. I would lie in bed in the dark and patiently waited until she had begun to be disrobed and I could see her beautiful breasts reflected in the mirror. Many times had I held my teenage dick in my hand thinking of mom and her breasts, and how I just wanted to kiss them. Sometimes I thought she had a feeling she was being watched because she would close the door, while other times I thought she actually wanted me to see her because she’d leave the door wide open. But, alas nothing ever came of this fantasy.

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Fast forward to then two years ago I am now 27 and mom 46. I was feeling horny one day while working in my home office. This was Monday, and on Sunday we had just had a great day at my folks house doing the swimming, and bar-b-Q thing and my little girl took a bath before getting her pajamas on.

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Well grandma's routine (my mom) was to lotion the babies up after the bath. Anyway on this day I was lying in bed watching a porno while my wife was at work and the little one was at day care, when just about as I was ready to shoot a load of warm cum into my palm, my mom called on the cell phone.

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My cock went limp fast as I turned off the TV to answer the phone.

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First thing out of her mouth was why are you breathing heavy. I didn't know what to say, so I kept quiet. In a couple of seconds she said, “Dave are you there?”

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And all I could say was, “Yea!”

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Once I turned the porno back on I was soon getting hard again. All I can hear was mom mumbling, and not really listening. Then as the lady began to give the guy a blowjob on the screen, I told my mom, “Thanks for giving my daughter a rub down yesterday. She said she liked doing that for all her grand babies. As I watch this woman suck and suck on the TV, all I could say to mom was that, “I wanted her to rub me down like she did the kids yesterday.”

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She said don't talk like that, but it was too late. My cock was in my hand and it was ready to explode from a combination of watching the movie and hearing mom on the phone. She asked what I was doing? Instead of answering, I said I had to go, but at the last second before I hung up, I said in a panted voice, “I’m masturbating while I’m thinking of you.

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CLICK!

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As soon as the connection was broken, I immediate asked myself, “What have I done? Will she say something to my dad, will she tell my wife, oh no, am screwed.”

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I tried calling her over and over for the rest of the day and night, but she never answered her cell. What will she say, if anything? Can I ever face her again, all these wild thoughts?

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About three months later we had an earthquake. I was at my office when my wife called. She said that dad was tied up in a meeting until 4:00, so my mom needed me to come over to her house and check the gas lines.

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Shortly before noon as I headed towards her house, as I drove my mind was wandering what she would say when she saw me. I wondered also if she’d already told my wife but my wife was keeping quiet.

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Well I got to her house and checked for gas leaks. And helped her pick up few things that have fallen.

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After about 10-minutes she said, “I needed to talk to you.”

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I knew what was coming. But, instead of yelling at me or telling me that I have a wife and shouldn't be thinking things like this or that. Instead she said, “I heard what you said and although at the time I thought it was gross. YET I liked the idea that I can still get men to get a hard on at my age… EVEN if it was my own son.”

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I laughed, and told her, “I’m sorry,” and then added, “I’ve thought of about you since I was 14, trying to get a glimpse of your breasts before you went to bed.

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She told me, “I kind of wondered why you always seemed to go to bed before or maybe the same time.”

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I told her, “At that age I didn’t really know anything about sex, I just wanted to see your breasts.”

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“What,” she asked, “would have happened if you’d seen them up close?”

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With a little chuckle, I said, “I just really wanted to kiss them, though thirteen years ago I’m not sure if I would have done it right or not.”

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She laughed and said, “There’s no wrong way as long as you’re gentle and do what is asked, like licking, sucking and so forth.”

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“Mom, I'm married now,” I reminded her, “I think I know what to do now.”

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“Really?” She asked, as she put down her glass of wine, and headed for her bedroom. “Don’t to go anywhere,” she yelled over her shoulder, “I’m just going to take a quick shower.” Call me a pervert, but I don’t mind admitting that as she walk away, that I admired the shape of her hips and the cute little swish she gave to her skirt as she walked.

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I don’t know why, but I didn't actually think anything about her taking a shower while I was there. After about 10-minutes had passed, she yelled out to me to, “Do me a favor, move the clothes in the washer over to the dryer.”

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As I finished moving the clothes and turned around there stood my mother, the one that I’d fantasized about since I was 14, stark naked, and her hair dripping wet.

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I stood there like a dummy, not knowing what to say. Mom was a very athletic, broad shouldered, and although she weighs 130 lbs, was a svelte 38-28-38, and 5-feet 9-inches tall.

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“As I stood in the shower, I was thinking about what I should do or say. And Dave, I’d like for you to lick and suck my breasts.”

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I stepped back and said, “Huh?”

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She said, “You’ve been thinking of this since high school and have masturbated thinking of me. Well, its time you do it, get it out of the way, and out of your system,” and after a little pause, “And maybe let me find out how good you really are.”

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I said, “I am so ready.” We didn’t even go to the bedroom, we went to the cough in the dining room, where I laid her down and finally was able to touch my mother’s fantastic breasts for the first time. I rubbed, and kissed, and sucked slowly as ever I could NOT to ever forget what was happening.

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The more I licked the more mom moaned and said, “Oh god, Dave that feels so good.”

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She finally asked me to stand up and saw my throbbing cock in my shorts and said; "I haven’t seen it since you were a small child. Let me see what your cock looks like now that you’re all grown up.”

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I almost lost it. When I dropped my shorts, Mom didn't say a word. Instead she just looked at me with this lustful look. I don’t blame her for staring, because I have a fairly impressive un-cut 8-inch cock that when it gets hard, pulses with a life of its own. Most girls when they see it can’t believe the raw power and the heat radiating from it.

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As if her hand had a mind of its own, she reached out and began to stroke it with her a finger. It jerked a little at her touch and began to harden even more. When she got bolder and grabbed my cock in her tiny hands, see looked up at me. When I nodded my approval, she quickly started stroking it up and down as she jacked me off. Her face was so close that she could see the blood throbbing through the rope like veins that lined its 8-inch length. The golf ball size head looked like a huge purple plum peeking out of its wrinkled foreskin.

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I said, “Wow, this is great but my knees are getting weak, you better let me sit down.”

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Without letting go of my cock, she got up from the couch and let me sit down there. As soon as I sat down on the couch, Mom pushed my legs apart and knelt in front of me. Then she again reached out and touched it with one finger. Then she bravely wrapped her hand around it, and giggled, saying, “wow, your father’s cock never on his best day got this hard. It’s so hard that it feels like a piece of flesh-covered steel.”

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It was so alive that she could feel its heat on her face, when she leaned forward and inhaled its wild untamed earth aroma. I could see her eyes glazing over with lust, as she eased back its foreskin and touched its dark purple shaped head to her lips. She had to open her mouth so wide to get its big head between her lips and into her mouth that she almost had to un-hinge her jaw to get it in.

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As I watch my mother take my cock in her mouth and start sucking I was in heaven.

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I don’t like to brag, but even with both hands wrapped around the base, Mom still had more than a mouth full of cock to suck. She almost couldn’t contain her excitement as she simultaneously stroked it with her hand and slowly worked her moist mouth up and down its length. Even with her mouth full, she couldn’t believe that she was sucking her son’s cock. What was worse she was enjoying it.

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Still trying to retain a shred of southern dignity, she thought to herself, "I may be sucking my son’s cock, but there was no way that I was going to let him cum in my mouth." She might have been thinking no, no, but my cock had other ideas. My balls suddenly clinched up and my cock swelled even fatter. I moaned, “Uuuuugh, I’m going to cum,” and asked, ”You better pull it out unless you want me to cum.” She just shook her head NO, and kept sucking. Her mouth was so full that she couldn’t have gotten my cock out of my mouth, even if she’d tried. My balls exploded and scalding hot cum spewed into her mouth like lava out of a volcano. When my balls erupted, she was on a backstroke and her lips were wrapped around the base of my cockhead, so she felt the full force of my gooey cum crashing against the back of her throat as it gushed into her mouth and oozed over her tongue and down her throat.

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“WOW,” was all I could say. I was dying to fuck my mom, but when I reached for her, she pushed me away and said, “That was enough for today. Besides your dad will be home soon. Maybe next time I’ll let you eat my pussy, and if you’re good maybe I’ll let you fuck me.”

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But, as they say, that’s another story.
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The End…
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ghost----part-1-of-1

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The Ghost Of Christmas Present

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The grinding of the machinery just didn’t go with the sound of the Christmas carols at all. Well, you just can’t help your first thoughts on a given situation at all, now can you? Her second thought was, ‘Oh fuck, we’re going to die.’ The last fucking thing she needed was to die while on the job. She just knew they would call her mother to identify the body, and that would be the ballgame. Three years of careful covering her source of income would all go down the drain, just because some sleazy, fucking grease monkey couldn’t keep everything oiled properly. ‘Fuck!!’

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“Don’t panic,” the older man in the elevator car said. He looked up at the floor indicator and gave a heavy sigh. The other man, who’s age was anyone’s guess beneath his balding head and general ‘fattened turkey’ look, stopped and tried not to look like he was pissed. Although both men were old enough to be her father, the older man was somewhat more attractive, but had that blue-collar look she had always shied away from in high school. With a sigh, she shook her head again, like she did every time she thought of how badly her plan to marry a rich boy had backfired.

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“When do you think they will have this thing fixed?” The fat man asked, like anyone present knew the answer.

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“It’s going to be a while,” the other man said.

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“How the hell do you know?” she snapped in irritation.

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“Because I’m the building maintenance man,” he admitted, with obvious embarrassment.

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“Well you did a marvelous fucking job of maintaining this elevator didn’t you?” One could see her contempt drip from her fangs. She hated small places, and this was a shoebox as far as she was concerned. She wanted a cigarette in the worst way, but they might need the oxygen, so that was out. She wanted to pace, but there wasn’t enough room in here, with Tubby and Gomer both stuffed in there with her. She was ready to scream.

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“There’s a phone there, why aren’t we calling someone?” The fat man demanded to know.

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“Because the phone rings in my office. All we can do is wait until the desk clerk notices the elevator is jammed. Someone will eventually complain and then he’ll know who to call.” It was obvious that the fat man wasn’t reassured by his explanation.

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“Fucking lovely!” I thought, “We might be dead by the time that old coot behind the desk got off his ass long enough to check. Christmas in an elevator, they certainly don’t make lavish musicals about that, now do they?” She looked at her watch. She had already been running late for her trick. This wasn’t going to go smooth at the agency. Douglas was going to scream again. It was just about then that she felt the first signs.

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It never failed. Whenever she was stressed or nervous, she always got horny. Sex had become, through default, a way to escape a situation, especially now that she did it for a living. She had learned to distance herself from the men she fucked when she had first started out. Now it was a reflex. “What the hell,” she thought. “Why not?”

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As if it was happening to someone else, she watched herself in the mirrored doors of the car as she lifted her dress over her head. She smiled when she saw that the men were watching her too. Their shocked looks were priceless. As they continued to watch, she made a show out of fixing the hems of her lacy Christmas theme teddy. The red and green went especially well with her flaming red hair. She loved Christmas on so many levels.

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“Um, boys?” she began, her calm voice in control, “This would be more fun for me if you turn around.” Both men exchanged a glance and the matter was decided. They both turned on their heel and took her into their collective arms.

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The fat one was amazingly skillful at kissing. As their lips were pressed together, she thought that he must have had to spend an awful lot of money to get far enough with any woman to kiss her. That wicked little thought brought a chuckle to her lips. Luckily, the other man’s tongue was tickling the sensitive nape of her neck at the time. She felt hands on her breasts. It really didn’t matter whom they belonged to, because they knew just what to do. She loved the way they worked the pressured squeeze from the base at her chest to the nipple at the tips of each. Excitedly, she ground her ass into someone’s pelvis.

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Suddenly, the game was on. The fat man was desperately trying to get his clothes off in the least amount of time possible. The maintenance man wasn’t in such a hurry. She graciously accepted his invitation to suck on his swollen cock rod, and all but flopped onto the floor when he unreeled his monstrous slab of meat.

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She could taste sweat, but it wasn’t all together unpleasant. It was so large that she had to stretch a bit to get the tip in her mouth. It had been a while since she had been this challenged. A small chill ran down her spine when she thought of having this pipe in her horny hole. That thought was enough to make her relax and down the whole thing with one engulfing swallow. Well, as much as an experienced girl like her could swallow without choking to death.

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The fat man was nude just about the time she was starting to accommodate the Anaconda she had found in the maintenance man’s pants. He might have left his clothes on for this, but she had no choice but to work with what she had. A simple nod was enough to get him to lie on the floor so she could place her pussy over his mouth. Apparently he was used to having to work for sex. That suited her just fine. It was rare that a trick would give her head, and she was such a devoted fan of the oral arts.

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The fat man was pretty good. He knew enough to start slow and gentle and then to build up his speed, as she got more excited. Fortunately for her, someone had taught him well. She was content to keep sucking the long pole while she took the fat guy’s tongue in her throbbing pussy. She was afraid that the middle-aged maintenance wouldn’t last through a second orgasm. With a heavy heart, well not too heavy, she made them switch places.

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The maintenance man’s big cock was a tight fit, even though she was more lubricated and more than ready for it. She used the fat man to steady herself as she lowered her body onto the maintenance man’s enormous cock. Once she was in the saddle, she attacked the fat man’s cock. It was much smaller, but having two pricks in her horny body was compensation enough. She let the big stick set it’s own pace, and a nice pace he was setting, while she worked the fat guy’s smaller bone. Each out stroke from her mouth was accompanied but her curled fist. The fat guy went off with a most unexpected swiftness. She had to gulp hard to keep her life long record of not missing a drop.

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She was concentrating on the delicious feelings coming from her over stuffed pussy, when she saw the most amazing thing. In the mirrored door she watched the fat man’s cock rise again. She was shocked, only seconds had passed. Such a thing was unheard of, as far as she knew, but the proof was staring her in the face. A wicked little idea curled the corners of her mouth.

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Without any ceremony of any sort, she got off the large cock with an audible pop. A small quake of raw lust ran up her spine. As it passed, she got on all fours and invited the fat man into her ass. As the fat man eagerly entered her, she welcomed the maintenance man back into her suddenly lonely pussy and the show started again.

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Looking over her shoulder, she caught both men watching the action in the mirror. Although, the only reason she caught them was because she was watching too. Seeing the three of them in action brought on an orgasm that rocked her to the core. Her nipples crinkled and the muscles deep inside her clamped tight. It was unusual for her to cum when fucking these days, but this was a special occasion. Such a wonderful horse cock was a rarity indeed. Her spasms also brought the maintenance man off. The flood of boiling sperm brought on a second, unheard of orgasm from her. The explosion from the fat man pumping her clenching ass made the whole affair a hat trick.

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She was spent as she slid her body off the fat man’s still rigid cock. The maintenance man was done as well. They all drew a collective deep breath. The air in the car was hot from their aerobic session and sweat dripped from all of them as if it were July rather than December. She fished a baby wipe from her purse to freshen up.

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The poor fat man was still hard. In a very uncommon show of compassion, she used the wipe to clean and stroke the fat man’s little cock off. He was in heaven, basking in her kind attention, as he spurted another load over her breasts. Playfully, she smiled directly into his eyes as she collected the jizz with her fingers and licked them clean. The fun over, they all decided to dress before the doors popped open unexpectedly.

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The men were more than helpful, dressing their playmate and making her presentable again. They fixed themselves up and, in unison, reached for their wallets. Each had guessed what she had been in the hotel for and was more than willing to pay their fair share.

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“Don’t worry, boys, this one’s on the house. Thank you,” she assured them with a sigh. The fat man was so taken aback by her show of generosity that he dropped his wallet. When a bright shiny badge peeked out of the flap, the very air in the car froze.

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“Don’t worry, baby,” the fat cop smiled, “This one’s on the house too.” Then, as if on cue, doors of the car opened.

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The End…
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pooped----part-1-of-1

Poop

I am female and I have a secret confession to make, I feel so ashamed. A long time ago I used to know this girl that was very into herself. She was so conceited that she claimed that when she ‘pooped’ it made no odor. And that she never made a sound other than the occasional heavy poop splashing into the toilet water noise. She also claimed that she never farted. She acted like she was way above everyone else.

I had eaten quite a bit of broccoli the previous evening, and then I happened to accidentally fart when I sneezed in her presence. She couldn’t wait to tell everyone about my little mishap. And after that she referred to me as ‘Fart Sneezer.’ The name stuck, and in high school that was my nickname consequently my yearbook is filled with references to ‘Fart Sneezer.’ I can‘t even show any men that I date my yearbook for fear that I will be on the verge of tears and suffer some kind of breakdown. I got so upset that after graduating I went to a very prominent pootologist who taught me how to hold in my farts. I can‘t reveal this secret because it’s a patented exercise and I would get sued. So as you can imagine she scarred me for life.

I did something a year ago that at the time I felt was justified in doing, but now I feel regret and shame. We had our high school reunion and I hatched a plot with a guy that she and I went to school with. She had given him the name ‘Boner Boy’ after he popped a boner while he was climbing the ropes in gym. She saw it, and even took a picture. The poor guy had to live with that name, and even to this day people point at and whisper that he is the infamous ‘Boner Boy.’ The poor guy now wears too tight tightie-whities and very, very baggy pants just in case he has an accidental boner.

He hated her as much as I did so we decided to get her back. The guy is also an electronics and computer genius. As luck would have it his uncle owned the venue in which the reunion was being held, so we were able to set up our equipment on the day of the reunion. I found the bitch that’d ruined my life milling around near the food and I convinced her to try the ‘Three Alarm Chili’, Egg Salad and Onion casserole, all three. She ate it and then about 30-minutes I tickled her. I mean I maniacally tickled her until she was laughing like a hyena on acid. When she ran into the ladies room, I gave the thumbs up to Boner Boy and he turned on the sound equipment. Soon over the PA system you could hear her farting and pooping. We also had a few projection screens where her face was shown as she grimaced and sweated while pooping. The place erupted into almost maniacal laughter and then disgust when we turned on the fans to release the ‘scent’ she made while pooping. She came out smiling and waving because people were cheering, but she soon realized why when she saw the images of her and the sounds of her being aired all over that room. Now she is known as ‘Pooping Patty.’ She never did find out who ‘punked’ her, and as a consequence of our prank she now has severe irreversible constipation.

I feel bad, but I think she deserved it, don't you?

The end…

bouncer----part-1-of-1

Mind of a Bouncer

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I'm a bouncer that lives in long island. Not the nice part, but right on the queens border part. I work in long island, queens and the city. I just want to let all of you bar/club/lounge dwelling individuals see a little of what goes on in my head when I stand at the door. I think anyone who has worked this job can relate to this.
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First of all, I’m not pissed off, its how I normally look when I’m bored and have been standing in the same spot for 6+ hours straight, either that, or its fucking cold outside.
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When you first come towards my establishment, please, have your ID's out and ready. If you’re old, just be flattered. If you’re young, it’s because you look young. You’re 25, not 40. I do it for the camera and the safety of the business I’m standing in front of. Don’t complain to me how cold it is outside as you fumble through your wallet or purse for your ID. I know its cold and I will not let you in any faster than you can get your ID out. Don’t walk up to me and expect me not to ID you. I will. It’s what I get paid to do. It’s what prevents me from losing my job if you’re caught in there without one. If I let people in without one, they are probably friends of the business or someone I know much better than I know you. Don’t try to come up to me on the side of the line and just hand me your ID. There’s a line. Follow it, unless that ID is accompanied by no less than a president grant. Jackson if you’re a hot chick. And that's per person, not group. And if you're a cop or fireman, don’t just flash me the badge or ID card and try to walk past me. I’m a fireman as well and I don’t do that when I try to go to places. I want your ID. Not your job description. Don’t try to sneak in on the side where smokers come in either. Though I may look like some meathead, I’m very smart. I just do this because I fit the job description and it pays well as a side job.
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When you have your ID out, don’t look away. It’ll just make me think you’re not the person on the ID. Don’t turn away or start talking to your friend on the line with you. I don’t just look at the date; I look at the picture as well. If I ask you to take off your hat or hood or look up, just do it. Don’t give me that look like you just took the picture yesterday. You shaved, you dyed your hair, you got a haircut, you're wearing heels to make you taller, and you got fat or skinny. I don’t keep track of your physical changes. Eye color, height; chin line, ears, nose, and eyebrows, in that order usually.
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And also, get better fakes. I’ve seen almost every state ID there is. Some places I have a machine to check them. I’ve probably seen your state before considering I work NYC and a bar by an airport in queens. If I take it, it’s because the law requires me to take it. I’ll gladly hand it over to the next cop that drives by and you can ask them for it back. If I hand it back, don’t complain because I could have given it to a cop.
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And to the people who try to bring in underage people, you know the rules. If you're young and your girlfriend or friend is younger than 21, sorry, try somewhere else or in a few years. You’re welcome to come in, just not your underage company. To anyone over the age of 28 trying to bring someone underage in, your fucking disgusting. You’re 40. She’s 18-20. Stop. You’re not that young anymore. Don’t tell me she doesn’t have an ID. Don’t try to say "com'on man" as I tell her no and you give me the nod towards the door and a wink. Don’t even try to give me money. You’re sick. I shouldn’t even let you in.
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Oh man, I didn’t remember you. I see hundreds of faces a night. I will not remember you from two weeks ago when you and 4-other people came. Unless I see you as a regular, don’t be offended when I don’t remember your name or who you are at all. I will call you man and bro, or babe and sweetheart. Yes, it’s because I do not remember your name.
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For those passer-byers, you give me that look like you’re interested in coming in. You walk by 2 or more times with the same look. If you want to come in, just come in. There’s usually no cover. Don’t ask me how it is inside. I am outside. Don’t ask me what kind of music is playing. With the volume up on the max from the DJ booth, I think just listening for a second and hearing the music will tell you. Don’t ask me if we even play music if you can hear it bumping the door from the outside or when I let someone in and door is opened for a second.
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Once I open those ropes for you, go the fuck in. take a step inside. Your friends will follow in after the few seconds it takes for me to check their ids as well. You don’t need to wait 6 inches behind me for all 10-of your friends to come in. just walk in and they will follow. I don’t want to hear you screaming at the top of your lungs because you just saw your friend that you haven't seen in about 24-hours.
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Now you're in. you've had a few drinks, you're starting to get sloppy, and you’re dancing the night away with your beer or some form of drink in your hand spilling it all over the place. I walk through the club every so often to check up on everything. Remember me; I am wearing all black, so it’s hard to see me. I understand. I give you the slight tap on your back to move out of my way. Don’t look at me like you don't know who I am. I checked your ID. And if it was the other guy that did, I’m 6-foot 5, dressed in all black, sometimes with an earpiece. I don’t look like the partying type either. So as I walk past these people, you decided to splash your drink over me. Its ok, the dry clears are open on Monday, and I have 3-other attires that look identical to the one I’m wearing. Then BAM. You, female, who decide to go out in heels, just step on my foot. I’m on my feet the whole night, no chair, so I am not wearing my steel toes I usually wear for my day job. You might be overweight, or skinny as a twig. It still hurts. And guys stop brushing up your boners on my leg. Control your dick. Yes there are hot girls around, but com'on. And to the females, I’m sorry, you might be hot, and I might be attractive in your alcohol-induced vision, but I don't know how to dance. And I am not willing to learn in a place packed out and make a fool of myself. And also, don’t ask me if I’m a bouncer. Would it change anything if I was or wasn’t? If I said no, would you just start punching people around you and getting into fights the moment I said no?
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I’m back outside now. You want to cigarette break. I’m still checking ID's from people who want to come in. you open the door, with a cigarette in hand. All you need to do is show me the cigarette, and walk thru the ropes as I open it for you. Don’t ask me if I’ll let you back in, the answer is yes. Why wouldn’t I let back in, a paying customer, to the place that pays me? Do you think I want you, and 20-other people to smoke in the little area I have roped off in front of the door while I try to do my job? Just go out and smoke. And upon coming back in, don't touch the fucking rope. Its stupid, yes, but I am on camera. And it’s a respect issue. Do I come to your place and just open the door myself? No, I ask to be let it. I may be busy checking someone’s id. Be patient. I was patient while you and your company fumbled for your IDs.
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Also, if you do decide to come out, don’t come halfway out. Yes, I know you have to make a quick phone call or text, but just step outside the door and out the ropes. You will be let back in. I don’t care if it'll just take a second. And don’t try to come outside with your drinks. This is New York. You can’t drink outside. Put your drink down and then come outside. If you forget once, whatever, but every time though, fuck you.
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I go back inside to use the bathroom now. Guys on line, I will cut in front of you. I will ask you politely to let me use the bathroom first though. If you say no, I will look at you angrily. I need to piss and get back to work. I don’t need lip from you. Then I will still cut in front of you. Girls, if no ones on your line, and the bathroom are empty, I will probably use it out of connivance. Don’t be alarmed to see me walk out as you are waiting. I lifted up the seat, I flushed, and I put it back down afterwards because I am sober and have respect. And also, if a bartender needs to use the bathroom, I let her cut in front of you as well. It’s an unwritten law.
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I’m back outside. And another one of you comes outside soon after. You ask me for a cigarette. I smoke Marlboro reds. Period. If I am generous enough to offer you one, don’t give me a sour look and ask me if I have a Newport or something menthol. I don’t keep a pack of Newport’s in my other pocket in case you ask. If you ask me for a lighter, you will never get a cigarette from me again. It means you don't smoke. I don’t care if you only smoke when you’re drunk. Stop wasting nicotine addicts, resources, and us. And if you smoke the cigarette and don’t inhale it, or throw it away after 5-pulls, you’re lucky I am working or else I’d smack the shit out of you.
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Also, don’t assume you can always talk to me. Generally, you probably could because out of boredom, I could use the conversation. If you’re a female and cute, go for it, I don’t mind at all. If you’re a dude, no I don’t follow sports, and when I reply with that, don’t go on about your favorite sport team or the players. And for basic reference, don’t ask me about the ID machine. I hate the damn thing. Don’t ask me to show you what it says or crack jokes about if it says you have a record and sarcastically laugh as if you have one. It tells me what’s on the ID. That’s it. Don’t ask me if I like being a bouncer either. The answer is I do it for the money.
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2 AM? Prime drunken idiot hour. You get thrown out for doing something stupid. You’ve brought your own beer in. you started a fight. You were grabbing chicks asses or breasts. You were smoking inside. You started an argument with a staff member. You were fucking in the bathroom. You were stealing drinks. You are just too drunk to stand up strait. You are passed out. I don’t care. If I ask you to leave, just say ok, grab your coat and start to walk out. There are two options, I can walk you out, or you can be taken out by me and/or another bouncer by whatever method we feel like using. If you walk out, we'll appreciate it and maybe you’ll be able to come back in next time. You fight us, and you’re done. Aside from the ‘accidental’ injury you received while being escorted out, you won't be allowed back in, ever. When you get outside, you can run your mouth, call us dicks, call us juiceheads, scream and whine and bitch all you want. You’re not coming back in. I don’t care if your jacket or credit card is inside. Maybe your friend who is still in there will get it for you. You try to fight us outside, trust me. We know where the camera on the outside cuts off. And what doesn’t happen on camera, never happened.
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3-fucking-50. Last call. Finally. You and your friends have to get that last beer, even though your current beer is 3/4 full. Thanks asshole. Now I have to wait for you to finish your beer. Ideally, the bar closes at 4 am, when we stop serving alcohol. You have until 415-430; depending on which bar I am working at. It does not mean take all that time. When you're the only few assholes in the facility that doesn’t work there, yet you're taking your sweet ass time finishing your drinks as you laugh with your friends, think about this. After you leave, I will have to still stay until the bartenders count their money. They don’t do that until after you leave. Then I have to drive home, and get up for work at my day job. If you're not catching my drift, GET THE FUCK OUT. I give you the customary polite way of asking you to finish up and leave. In my mind, I am saying to hurry the fuck up and leave. I don’t enjoy driving on the highway seeing the sun start to come up.
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To the rest of you who are good people at the places I work, thank you. No I don’t drink on the job, but I appreciate the offer. Thanks for the tip for getting you a cab, or helping you walk you and/or your drunken friend out. Thank you hot chick that makes out with another hot chick in front of me to make my night more interesting.

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first time----part-1-of-1

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My First Time

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When I was a teenager I was always horny. In middle school my male friends and I would relieve the stress by playing around with each other and eventually worked up to jacking each other off. One night a friend invited me over to his house. He started talking about sex and before long we both had a hard on. Surprisingly, my buddy John started telling me how badly he wanted to find out what it was like to ‘have someone’s mouth on his cock.’ I played it off for a while but finally he came right out and said it, “If you will put your mouth on me, I might do it for you but I won't promise.”
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Even with such a half hearted promise, I must admit that ever since my buddies and I had started playing with each other, I’d wondered what it would feel like to have a cock in my mouth, but I’d always been scared ‘someone would find out.’ So after a few minutes of encouragement from my friend, John, I finely agreed to put my mouth on him. I tried to give him the impression that I was very reluctant and was only doing it so that he would return the favor. He took off all his clothes and sat on the side of his bed with his legs apart. I got on my knees in front of him and after an appropriate amount of disclaimers and getting his assurances that he would never tell a soul, I closed my eyes and moved my mouth forward.
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His cock felt like a hot stiff rod of iron that at the same time was surrounded by soft flesh. As soon as I put my mouth on it, I immediately pulled it off, and flew to the bathroom and washed out my mouth.

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Being so young John and I talked about it as though I had just run a marathon and what it was like. Then even though I thought he would back out on me, I asked for the return favor. Like John had done, I sat on the edge of the bed naked with my legs apart. To my surprise, my friend quickly wrapped his lips around my hard cock and as quickly as I, he ran to the bathroom and washed out his mouth.
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While John was in the bathroom, I thought, “There, I did it, now I know how it feels.”

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Later we talked about other things but eventually returned to the subject of sex. And as usual we got into a strip poker game. We’d done this numerous times before and the loser had to do what ever the winner said, which was usually walking naked in front of a window or something like that. I always enjoyed losing for some reason.
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Again, as usual, I lost the game. When I looked at John and said, “What do I have to do, walk around naked again?”

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My friend looked very serious, as he said, “No, I want something that feels good.”

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“Like what?” I asked.

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“I want you to put your mouth on me again.” The request sent chills down my spine and up my cock. After he convinced me that he would never tell a soul I agreed.
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He sat back on edge of his bed again; his small but very hard cock was sticking straight up. Getting down on my knees between his legs, I leaned over and wrapped my lips around his stiff cock. I can still remember how warm and how hard it was. And how soft the skin was around the shaft. Once I had my lips in the shape of a perfect ‘0,’ he put his hands on my head and began slowly working his hips and fucking my mouth. It lasted about 10-minutes before I tasted a salty taste in my mouth and pulled away. Ashamed that I’d taken my mouth off, I asked him if he wanted me to jack him off instead. I was surprised when he said, “You can if you want to, but I’ve already finished off in your mouth."
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John must have liked his cock in my mouth, because he woke me up about 2:00 so I could suck him off again. This time I knew what to expect so I knew when he finished off in my mouth. I also went down on him again the next morning before I went home.

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I don't think that he kept his word to never tell any of the other guys, because the next time I slept over, our buddy Charles was there too. As usual being teenagers, our conversation turned to sex. Although, John didn’t mention my previous visit, our conversation moved on to how good it felt to have a mouth on your cock.

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And as usual, I lost the strip poker game and Charles won. After John and Charles put their head together for a couple of minutes, Charles turned and said, “I want you to do the same thing to both of us, that you did to John last week.” We were already naked, so all they had to do was sit down on the edge of the bed. Because he was the winner, I did Charles first. When I took his cock in my mouth, he was so embarrassed that he clamped his legs against the sides of my head. I had to almost pry his legs apart so I could suck him off. Once I started moving my mouth, he forgot his shyness and started working his hips. Through out the course of the night I sucked them both off a total of 3-times each.

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After that, spending the night a John’s house became a monthly thing and lasted through middle school and into high school and only stopped when we both went off to college.

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In high school we used to double date. If we had an especially hot make out session at the drive in, we would take the girls home, and then I would suck John off.

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When I look back on the event I now realize that my young friend, John, had known exactly what he was doing and seduced me that night the way boys seduce young girls into giving up their pussy. Unknowingly, when I’d gone to visit my friend, he was planning on fucking my mouth.
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Although it was years ago, it still makes my cock hard to think about his hot cock sliding in and out of my mouth.

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The end…

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christy----part-8 thru 9-of-14

Christie-owned

Part- 8 -of-

A Blowjob

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The next day Mike called and arranged for me to meet him on the way back to my hotel, so he could give me the package of pictures that Carl has been sending to him. He has a class he can't miss, but he's coming back later for dinner. By then I’ll have looked at the pictures and we can talk about them.

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Right now I’m confused about Mike and the pictures. I may be wrong, but he say's he is sick about what I've done but on the other hand he seems to want to lay it all out in front of me. I’m not sure if it's to embarrass me and make me feel even worse…or… that he is turned on somewhat by them and wants to see my reaction to them. After all, he did stand and watch Carl rape me and what’s worse he masturbated while he watching. Or, perhaps he just doesn't know what to think or do about the whole mess. He told me last night that he had to sort things out and put them in their proper context for what they are.

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I’m not sure if it’s for the better or not, but his attitude seems different than from this afternoon. Again I smell Carl’s hand-I-work. I don’t know what Carl’s hold over Mike is, but it has to be more than mere friendship. If I didn’t know better, I’d think that it was sexual. Actually I don’t know that it’s not sexual.

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When I looked at the pictures I thought, my God I can't believe what I've done to my son. I can't believe that they are even pictures of me. There must have been 100-pictures of me doing all of the nasty things that Carl liked to make me do. They were all right there in front of me. I just don't know what to say to Mike. I guess that I’ve got sometime to think about until he gets here at 9 PM so we can go to a late dinner at Emeralds in Hollywood tonight.

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After dinner it turned into a long night. We had a nice dinner, than we came back to my hotel and talked about the pictures. From day one Carl has kept Mike up to date with verbal descriptions and pictures of what he’s making me do. And later with DVD's that he’s been making of my escapades. Mike also admitted that on several different occasions while he was home, that with Carl’s help, he’d hidden and watched Carl fuck me. He even admitted that last year when he was home, he sneaked into my room and masturbating while he watched me sleep. According to him, he and Carl have been using my soiled panties to jack off into since they’ve both been able to cum. Carl use to sneak a bunch of my dirty panties out and then charge their little friends a dime to jack off on them. It seems that he and Carl have been sneaking looks at me naked and fantasizing about fucking me since they were in grade school. Their curiosity got started when a lot of their friends began making remarks about how hot Mike’s mother (I) was. My God, I couldn’t believe it. This was nothing new. Both boys have been plotting how to fuck me since grade high.

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Mike say's, “I feel like, yes, you’re my mother, but since I’ve been looking at dirty pictures you and of all the guys that you’ve slept with, plus Carl and his brother, Don. I can't look at you without thinking that you’re a whore.” He say's that the big thing now on college campuses on the West Coast is to fuck older women. They refer to them as MILF (Mothers I’d Like to Fuck). And, that he’s fucked his share of older women since getting to college. But the idea of his own mother being one of those older women and my fucking like that is hard for him to take.

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He say's Carl is cashing in on the MILF fad by making DVD's of me getting fucked and selling them on the Internet to college guy's all over the country. Hell, he already had pictures of my pierced nipples with some kids cum running off them. He brought his DVD player with him so he could show me a very nasty scene of me sucking one Black guy’s cock while the other was fucking me. I didn’t even remember that it happened much less that Carl took pictures. Mike said that the pictures of me fucking the black guys were hard for him to watch because I looked so into to them. Carl even had the part where the big guy squirted stream after stream of his cum in my mouth while his buddy cummed in my face. It bothered Mike to see how much fun I was having ‘slutting’ for blacks.

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I told him that, “I wasn’t having fun. They were buddies of Don's from the army, and I was just doing what Carl and Don told me to do. I was in too deep not to do what they told me. Besides, I didn’t know that you knew what was going on, so I was afraid that if I pissed them off they’d tell you.” I further explained, “Their cocks were so big that they hurt, especially the one with the biggest cock, hurt me so bad that I’m not going to do any more blacks.”

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He said that he was sorry but seeing me with the black guys just kind of finished any hope for him. All he could see me as was a whore and a slut.

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I also told him that. “I’m thinking about having Carl's brother, Don move in with me when he get out of the army.”

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He said, “It won't make any difference. Carl will still whore you out.”

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I tried to explain the Sub angle to him but he didn't understand.

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I asked him, “What do you want from me? What could I do to make it better?”

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He had no idea, but that; “It makes me mad the way Carl talks about you.” According to him, he’s talked to Carl several times since I've been here LA and that Carl say's that he owns me, and that I'll do anything to keep his cock. Mike say's that Carl told him that he should get over it and that he should fuck me himself, then just enjoy what I can do for his friends.

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When I asked him, “What do you think about that idea?”

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His reply was, “I don't think I want to do it.”

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“Good,” I told him, “because it is not an option.”

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It was late, so that’s where we left it for tonight. Mike was so emotionally drained and tired, that he didn't want to drive back to the college this late at night, so he's going to sleep on the couch in the sitting room.

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I woke up the next morning sick and tired of all the confusion, and ready to resolve this issue one way or the other. When I went into the sitting room to have it out with him, Mike was still fast asleep on the couch. As I stood there looking at him, I couldn’t help noticing that he was sporting some very noticeable morning wood. I thought about it for a minute, and then I knelt down beside him and slipped his cock out of his underwear and took it in my mouth. At first he just moaned a little bit, than his hands went to my hair and pushed me deep down on his cock as he said, “Suck it, slut.” With his hands twisted cruelly in my hair, Mike started working his hips and pumping his cock in and out of my warm mouth. Each time he rocked forward I could feel his balls slapping against my chin. It wasn’t long until his balls let loose and he was filling my mouth with his delicious cum.

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With his fingers still twisted cruelly in my hair, he snarled, “Come on, bitch, I’m fixing to do something that I’ve wanted to do ever since grade school.” After dragging me into the bedroom, he threw me roughly on the bed. As he crawled between my out stretched legs, he grabbed my ankles and placed my legs on his shoulders. When he rocked his hips forward, I eagerly reached down and guided his erection into my waiting slit. I was so wet from excitement that it slid right in. He was so insatiable, that we must have fucked for at least an hour or more. He took all of three of my holes and cummed in all of them.

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Later while we were resting, we talked about was happening. He said that he loved me and that he just wanted to be part of my life …and if I'm going to continue to be a slut and whore-around, then he wants his share of my pussy.

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I even told him about how when he was a little baby I’d bath him and get him all cleaned up. Then before I diapered him, how I’d suck his tiny little penis, and, how much he enjoyed it, and how while I was sucking it he would giggle and laugh. He thought it was neat and said, “That's probably why I've always wanted to have you suck my cock and why I was jealous when I watched in the mirror while you sucked Carl off.”

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After that, Carl took a shower and we went out for breakfast.

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Instead of going back home that day, I decided to take vacation and staying in LA until late Sunday night. If today is any indication, I think that Mike is going to keep me on my knees the whole time. Counting the one I gave him in the shower, I think I’ve already given him 5-blowjobs just this morning. His cock is about 5-inche's and when I swallow it all the way down it drives him wild.

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I think this is going to be a fun and interesting weekend. Mike is already talking about taking me to some party house where the guys go to meet up and party with MILF, all older women, housewives, and mothers like me. That could be a lot of fun, but I don't want Mike to get jealous if some other guy hit's on me. Right now it's like I'm his new love. He's not only fucking me, but we kiss and make out just like goofy high school kids. It's very different. I'm so used to just kneeling down and providing oral service, or laying back and spreading my legs. No one ever kisses the whore; they give me facials instead. It's fun but I'm going to have to put it into proper prospective before Mike gets in too deep. When we’re having sex he’s got to think of me like I’m just another whore, not like I’m his mother.

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It’s funny, how much I was agonizing over Carl setting me up so I’d suck Carl’s cock and how upset I was by the mere thought of sucking my own son’s cock. Instead, though, I'm fine with it, which kind of surprises me a little. But, once we got into it and I had sucked him off, he was just like anyone else to me. I guess the bottom line is that I have no real morals. Let’s face it, I am nothing but a slut and if there's a hard cock around for me I want it, even if it’s my son’s.

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Later that day, Mike called Carl while I was on my knees sucking him off, just to let him know he was using his mother like the whore that he’d made me. I think that I'm going to have to push him along a little because he is a little on the shy side about this.

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I’m going to set Mike straight real soon both for him and myself. His kisses make my knees weak I enjoy them too much. Right now, having sex with my son is like making love, and it’s wonderful. After he got off the phone with Carl, we had a great 69- session with both of us cumming about the same time. Than I licked out his tight little pink ass for about 20-minutes while I stroked his flaccid cock. When it was hard again, I sucked him off. As soon as he cummed in my mouth, he immediately hit me with a deep tongue kiss and told me he loved me. He calls me a slut and a whore but in a very sweet and loving way. He goes down on me after cumming in me, because he say's that he loves the taste of our juices mixed together. It's like young love all over again and I'm going to play it out over the weekend. But because I’m a slut it can’t last, so after that I’ll slowly teach him to share me with others. And eventually to whore me out like Carl does.

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We have taken a few pictures of his cock in my mouth and in my hands and he gets a big kick out of looking at them. He can’t believe that it's his mother’s mouth that his cock is in. He also took a couple of shots with me on my hands and knees with his cock in my ass and a couple with his cum leaking out of my ass.

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I talked to Carl and he's looking forward to hearing all about our weekend. He says that when Mike comes home for the holidays they will both fuck me together. Then he’ll teach Mike how to whore me out properly.

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To be continued…

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Christie-owned

Part- 9 -of-

Los Angles

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I guess I'm going to be busy on Halloween. Carl is going to take me to a private party where I'll be the discreet XXX- rated entertainment for all to enjoy. There will be over 30-people there and I am going to be made available to anyone, male or female that wants to use me.

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When I get home, Carl is going to set me up with a couple of young bi girls. He and the girls will be at the house when I get home Sunday night. He says that they’re going to break me to bi sex. I know I've suck pussy covered cocks and they tasted good, so I'm looking forward to being a complete slut for all occasions. It's going to be hard to concentrate on work next week.

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It's all going to be fine with Mike and I'm so glad. Of course he's going to have to understand that I enjoy this life and I like the sex parties and being a nice discrete whore for the guy's. As long as he wants he can and will always' be a big part of it. As his mother I will always' be there for him in any way he needs me, as his Mother or his Whore, his choice. He's the only one that I let cum inside me and it feels so good to take his seed in me.

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I really love my life. I may pay for it down the road, but right now it's great. The love affair going on between my son and I is great. I really do love him and the kissing and sex is fantastic and his seed inside of me thrills me to no end. It’s a pleasure that in my wildest imagination I never even dreamed I’d experience, and now that I have it's so good that I’d hate for it to end.

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He's taking me to a party tonight to show me off to some of his college friends. Since no one still has any idea that I'm his mother, he’s taking me as his date. I’m so excited. I can't wait to kiss him in front of everyone and feel his cock get hard up against me. Oh what an evening it's going to be and the sex should be GREAT.

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At the party I met 3-other older ladies like myself, that were there to fuck all the pretty little college boys. They were all early to mid 40's and I must admit that I can hold my own in the looks and body department with all 3-of them. Mike had his tongue down my throat, telling me how much he loved me the whole evening. He introduced me to about 20 to 25-very nice young men at the club. He was so proud about how ‘hot’ his friends thought I was that he couldn’t keep his hands off me. As he introduced me to people his hands were all over me, patting and caressing my ass or fondling my breasts. While I was in the restroom one of the other ladies told me that since I was the new meat that it was customary for him to share me. Later, when I asked him if he was going to share his mother with his friends, to my surprise he said yes, but a price. He said, “I talked to Carl and he told him to have my fun with you, but to not to forget that you’re just a whore at heart and your body is a cash cow.” Then he added that, “Your mouth and your ass is what most of the guys are raving about and want to use.” Without telling me, Mike had already invited three friends back to the hotel to sample his new slut for the rest of the night, for a price, of course, $50 apiece if I’m not mistaken.

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Back at the hotel, while Mike waited in the lobby for his buddies, I went on to our room to get ready. To make Mike look good in front of his friends, when they got to the room I was kneeling naked in the middle of the floor waiting to serve them. By the time Mike got the door shut they all three had their cocks out rushing towards me. The first one that got to me started slapping me in the face with his flaccid cock. He was so excited that as soon as the head of his tiny little cock slipped between my lips he started cumming.

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While Mike and the other 2 guys laughed at his short fuse, they all four stood around me and jacked off in my face and in my hair. After that it was a blur of college kid cocks. At one point I was getting triple penetrated. There was a guy lying on his back with his with me on top and his cock in my pussy. Another guy was on his knees behind me fucking my ass dog-style. And, Mike was standing by the bed with his hands twisted in my hair, fucking my mouth. I guarantee one thing; they got their moneys worth. By the time they left, all three of them, including Mike, had fucked all three of my holes; tit fucked me and jacked off on my face. One even spanked my ass.

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About half way through the evening, one of the guys bent me over the back of an easy chair with my naked butt sticking up in the air. I thought it was so he could fuck my tight ass again. Instead he snatched his belt from among his discarded clothing and blistered my ass. When the other guys realized what he was doing, one of them grabbed my hair and fed me his cock so he could fuck my mouth while I was getting spanked. Watching me get spanked got them all so hot that when he finished they all four tore into me like virgin teenagers getting their piece of pussy.

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Because the guys all thought I was so hot, Mike didn’t trust them to stay away (and, not to bring other guys with them) , so the next morning we changed hotels. At the new hotel, we signed the register as MR and MRS, and are passing ourselves off as a married couple. Our age difference has gotten us a few looks from the staff, but fuck’em, they can mind their own business. I don't much care what they think, anyway. I do at the moment love Mike as both a man and my lover We’re being so sexual active that I’m not really think of him as being my son, just as my lover. When I go home it's going to be hard to let my hair down and let him really see me being Carl’s whore again.

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After we moved, we spent the rest of the morning making love. After lunch we went to Magic Mountain and rode the rides all afternoon like a couple of teenagers. We were so silly that I sucked him off on the sky ride and he brought me off with his fingers in the tunnel on one of the water rides. I was still feeling naughty so I gave him a little mini suck in the elevator going back up to our room. In the room, he made me kneel between his legs so he could jack off and shot cum all over my face. When room service brought our supper, I was still down on my knees. Maybe there was hope for Mike after all. He took one look at the room service guy’s face and with a chuckle, offered him a choice between a blowjob or a tip. The guy took another look at me kneeling there naked and with cum oozing down my face and he chose a blowjob.

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The room service guy appeared to be Arabic and use to dominating and using sluts. He had no problem grabbing my hair and force-feeding me his cock. He also had no trouble fucking my mouth or cumming down my throat. It all happened so fast that about all I remember is that he had a 5-inch un-cut cock and even though he was no darker that a Mexican his was as black as a nigger’s cock.

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When the room service guy left, Mike kept me down on my knees so I could continue sucking his cock while he ate dinner. After dinner he took me to bed and tit fucked me. When he got ready to cum, he looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Mother dear, be good and take it all like the good little whore that you are, ” than he covered my face with his cum.

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Then we kicked back and watched a couple of movies, I sucked his cock for a while without bringing him to a climax. It was more like I was using his cock as a pacifier, rather than it I was giving him a blowjob or trying to get him off. When the movies were over, I went back down on him for real and he gave me a big load.

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The next morning I woke me up with his cock buried deep in me and we fucked and sucked for an hour. Then we cleaned up and went to eat. Later we’re going to head out to spend the afternoon at the beach and pier. He wants to either fuck me or have me suck him off out there where people might see us. It worked out where I sucked him off on the pier. As I was sucking him off, when I finished swallowing and looked up there was about 4 or 5 people watching us. As we left I noticed that all the guys had bulging crotches and one guy’s girlfriend winked and said, “Nice job.”

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We decided to stay in again tonight and watching a movie. At first we were just playing and making out, then Mike went down on me. He's been eating my pussy every chance he gets (hard to believe he came out of there) and he's good at it too. He’s also getting better control of his release, now that he's done me at least a dozen times or more. At first he cummed pretty quick but this morning he tore it up for a good hour before seeding (his term, he likes to seed and breed me) me. Thank God my tubes are tied. He's put enough cum in me for me to be pregnant 10 times over. But damn, it's fun to pretend that he's really breeding me.

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We stayed naked almost all the time we’re in our room. I couldn’t get over how much he loved my pierced nipples. He must have taken 100 pictures of them. He’s also taken pictures of him looking up at me while eating my pussy, pictures of his cock in my mouth, in my ass, and in my pussy. And naturally got pictures of me stroking his cock, of him shooting his cum into my open mouth and of course him shooting all over face.

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Getting his cock sucked so much was making him feel in control, so for the first time he tied me up. He used my scarves and tied me face down on the bed. Then he very roughly fucked me in my ass. He either had a natural aptitude for domination or Carl has been coaching him, because through out the afternoon he fucked me everywhere that it was possible to fuck me. When he was spent and his balls were drained I had to lick him clean before he released me.

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The next morning I heard Mike on the phone telling Carl that he was taking me to a house out in the canyon. It seems that a friend’s parents were going out of town, so the guy was going to have a weekend long sex party. There was to be 2 or 3 other women besides me. There was to be well over 40 or 50 horny, hard-cock, college boy's, some with their girlfriends, in and out partying all weekend long. And, they would all have paid a $100.00 apiece for food, booze, and SEX. Obviously the other ladies and myself will be expected to furnish the sex to all comers, including the girls.

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I’ve had a lot of fun being Mike's girl but I'm finding that I miss all the other cocks that I’m use to getting. It's too much fun doing a new guy from time to time. I guess I'm really quite a slut for feeling that way but sucking different cocks all the time is my thing. I enjoy the different look and feeling of them and I hate to say it but I enjoy the mess of the cum shots, the swallowing, the feeling when big shooters blast their cum against the back of my throat, and their hands pushing me down deeper on their cocks. I guess it's getting about time to go back home and get back to my regular routine of going to work and coming home to prepare for an evening of discrete fun with Carl and his buddies.

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I can’t wait that long for strange cock, so since Mike has to go out for a couple of hour to meet one of his college buddies, I’m going to try to arrange something with the food service guys while he’s gone. If I can set it up, it’ll be fun, especially the guy that brought up our breakfast. I couldn’t help noticing what a huge bulge he had in his pants or that it started getting hard when he caught me looking. I think that I’d really like to suck this his cock for him.

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One way or the other, I’m going to get some strange cock. We passed a XXX-Video store that advertised Video booths and I'm going to ask Mike to take me there. I've always wanted to see what the inside of one those places looks like. I’ve heard about the ‘glory holes.’ that they have between the booths and I’m anxious to suck a cock through one. Carl has a portable ‘glory-hole’ that he sets up at parties and I've sucked lots of cocks through them and never saw the guys. I’ve even been fucked through the Carl’s ‘glory-hole’ several times. But fucking and sucking through Carl’s ‘glory-hole’ isn’t the same as going to a XXX-video store and sucking off complete strangers.

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I'm looking forward to Rob coming home I do prefer the way he takes me and administers some pain involved discipline in our sexual escapade's I have found that I enjoy some pain to a degree and also being humiliated some to serve his needs and I hope to serve his friends if he wishes as we go along also this interesting road.

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I'm always' open to anything sexual, every thing sounds good except Asian I'm not real fond of them. I've had a couple of them and they weren’t much fun. They were very self-centered, and seemed to think they were doing me a favor when they let me suck their skinny little cocks. That’s all I've seen from them so far.

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I just really enjoy nice thick, hard cocks the longer and thicker the better, thick is really more important to me it just doesn't feel good to have a skinny cock in my hand or mouth and in my pussy it does nothing for me

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What I haven't told you is I'm, a medically diagnosed Nympho that has been off my meds for almost 3-years, I have been treated at Seattle's Swedish Hospital Clinic for almost 5-years for my so called problem and I decided that on the program I wasn't enjoying myself, so I stopped the meds.

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To be continued…

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