no coincidence----part-1-of-1

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No Coincidence

Part-1-of-1

Synchronicity

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"Mom, you better stop sucking now. I'm almost there and I don't think it would be right to cum in your mouth."
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"I really don't mind, dear. I like the taste of cum, and it would be interesting to compare yours to your father's."
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"I wouldn't feel right about it, Mom. Maybe you could finish me off with your hand."
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"I have a better idea, how about a nice tit job. Your father begged for them."
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After dribbling spit onto the insides of her big, freckled breasts, Mom molded them around my twitching cock and began to masturbate me with them. With her hands underneath and her thumbs over the nipples, she raised and lowered them onto my shaft. All the while, she smiled up at me as she tried to gauge how far along I was. Her skin was as soft and as smooth silk, her flesh as warm as a bun fresh out of the oven. When I started to go over the edge, the urge to fuck overcame me and I began to pump into the fleshy tunnel formed by her breasts. With flawless timing, Mom dropped her head and captured my pulsating cock in her mouth just as I erupted and shot my load. She choked on the first spurt, but quickly regained control and finished me off like a pro. When the jets of cum stopped, she took deep, hard gulps to squeeze out every last drop left in the pipeline. The hard sucks induced a mini-orgasm similar to an aftershock following an earthquake. Mom moaned her appreciation as I treated her to 3-bonus spurts.
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Perhaps you are wondering how my mother happened to be on her knees between my legs giving me a blowjob. It all came about because of an arcane philosophical theory called synchronicity. Carl Jung, a pioneer in the field of psychology, developed the theory based on his observations. Synchronicity is the occurrence of two similar events so close together in time that it defies probability. The events themselves are usually trivial. For example, my car and my wife, Lana's car broke down on the same day for the same reason. Impossible, yet it happened. Another good example of synchronicity was my divorce and my mother's divorce on the same day. I remember how shocked I was when I called my parents to give them my bad news and heard my mother say, "Isn't that a coincidence! I just divorced your father." It was synchronicity, not coincidence.
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After my parents' divided their property, Mom didn't have much to live on. They had very little equity in their property and they hadn't bothered to save much. Mom didn't have any skills or higher education, so it wasn't surprising that she couldn't find a job.
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My marriage had been going downhill for years. Ending it was like shooting an injured horse to put it out of its misery. Even though Lana and I had been at each other's throats most of the time, I missed having a woman around. Both of our problems were solved when Mom accepted my invitation to move in with me.
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I was sure that our arrangement was temporary and would end as soon as Mom either found a job or a new husband. Besides having both beauty and charm, Mom was young when she had me, so was only 47-years old. But you'd never know it from looking at her. She has the body of a 30-year old and knew how to dress to show it off. When I was still married, it used to bug my wife, Lana when Mom would come over in one of her special outfits. But Lana didn't have anything to worry about in the looks department herself, so it was never a real problem. Mom has dark brown hair and brown eyes, stands about 5-feet 5-inches and weighs about 115 lbs. Like I said, she has tight curves, so I expected her to find someone quickly. In the meantime, I loved having her around. She was witty and articulate, and, even though she lacked a higher education, she was well informed and could discuss a variety of subjects. Having her around was a breath of fresh air after years of living with a bitter, sullen woman.
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As soon as Mom got settled in, she started going out looking for work every day and soon found a job as a waitress. It only lasted until her first paycheck. Although she was very pretty to look at in her Bavarian peasant-girl uniform, she wasn't a very good waitress. Mom eventually gave up trying to find a job and that suited me fine. With her there I always came home at the end of the day to a spotless apartment and a gourmet meal. I unconsciously started to think of her as my wife rather than my mother.
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I suppose I should have tried to maintain the status quo. Mom and I were both happy and, as they say, ‘If it ain't broke, don't fix it.’ But I did want Mom to find a man for her own welfare. That beautiful, healthy woman was going to waste. I suppose another reason that I wanted her out was because I felt intense guilt when I had carnal thoughts about her. She dressed so sexy that it was hard not to have those thoughts. I even jacked off while listening through the bedroom wall to her masturbating.

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I introduced Mom to almost all of the older men that I knew. She dated many of them, but always found something wrong with them. They were too stingy or boring, or they only wanted sex. I finally fixed her up with my wealthy boss, the most eligible bachelor in town. The suave, debonair bachelor was the perfect partner for my beautiful mother.
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I laid in bed one night stroking my cock and wondering how Mom's date with my boss was going. She was out late, a very good sign. I tried to picture my boss and my mother fucking and managed to conjure up a pretty good image. I was so intent on my thoughts that I did not hear the car pull into the driveway or the front door open. It was taking all of my concentration to hold the image in my mind, so I didn't even hear my mother walk through the open door of my room.
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"That son-of-a-bitch you fixed me up with couldn't even hold it back a minute. He left me high and dry and you’re going to have to finish the job. I know you want this as much as I do."
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When I looked up at her in shock, she said, don’t look at me like that. You want this as much as I do, she said as she scrambled up onto the bed and climbed on top of me. Straddling me, Mom grabbed my hard cock and held in place as she lowered herself onto my cock. As I stared in awe, my rigid cock slid into the very canal from which I had emerged thirty years earlier. Despite Mom’s age, it was tight, slick and creamy. Her pussy could not have produced so much sex juice so my boss had obviously not worn a rubber when he fucked her and now I was enjoying sloppy seconds for the first time in my life. Once my cock was buried deep in her pussy, Mom began to ride me like I was a horse.

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I was physically and mentally paralyzed. My conscience occasionally managed to get through to me but I ignored its messages. I knew it was wrong for a man to fuck his mother, but I was so horny and it felt so good I couldn’t stop. My wife and I had stopped having sex long before the end of our marriage, so I hadn't had a soft, warm woman against me in a long time.

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As Mom bent forward above me I could smell whiskey on her breath. When she spoke, her speech was slurred. "Thank God for Jack Daniel’s," I thought. Her big, pear-shaped breasts swung from side to side as she eagerly rode my cock. My lust finally broke me out of my catatonic state and I captured both bouncing breasts in my hands and stuffed a swollen nipple into my mouth. Mom became almost hysterical.

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"Oh, yes, it feels so good to fuck again. Oh god, I love to fuck. Keep sucking on my nipples, baby. It's been years since you had your mouth on them. Fuck me with your big hard cock. Make it up to me for all the pain I suffered when I had you."
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I let Mom do all of the work for the first five minutes or so, and then I clamped my hands on her ass, bent my legs to give me leverage, and began pumping up into her. Each thrust pulled more of my boss's cream out of her to run down over my balls. Mom's pussy got even slicker and sporadic Kegiel spasms squeezed my cock. The only outward sign of her first orgasm was her heavy breathing. She was so into it that she was panting like a dog on a hot summer day.
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In a rapid-fire whisper, she confirmed what I already knew. "Oh, that was a nice one. It's so much nicer cumming on a real cock instead of a vibrator. I want some more like that, so don't you dare stop."
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This was fun for a while, but even when the girl takes the lead, I prefer the top position. "I think I can do a better job if you’re on your back and I'm on top, Mom." I said in preparation to change places with her. When I attempted to put my arms around her and gently roll us over so that I could be on top, Mom slapped my hands away. Then with a strange look in her eyes, she grabbed my shoulders, pinned me to the bed, and continued to roughly ride my cock. I have a stubborn streak and will not be pinned by anyone, not even my own mother. I didn’t realize how strong Mom was until I tried to get her hands off my shoulders and her off the top of me. For a couple of minutes I thought that I might have had to slap her to break her trance and to change places with her, but finally I managed to break her grip on my left shoulder and rolled us both over with me coming out on top. I was surprised to discover that all through out scuffle for dominance my cock had remained buried in her pussy. Up until now, Mom was the only one truly guilty of incest. She had mounted me and was fucking me. But now that I was on top, what I was about to do would make me as guilty as her. By then, the messages from my conscience ceased as though the line connecting it to my consciousness had been severed. My cock was doing all of my thinking for me. Incest or not, there was a beautiful woman lying naked in front of me begging to be fucked, so I had to do my duty.

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When I pinned Mom’s shoulders to the mattress, her eye glazed over, and on her face was the most submissive look that I’ve ever seen on anyone, either male or female, before or since. Suddenly I was so aroused that I drove my cock into her so forcefully that her warm, whiskey breath gushed from her mouth. With a roar I continued to roughly drive my cock deep into Mom’s pussy. As Mom's pelvis rose to meet my downward thrusts, the sound of our bellies slapping together echoed off of the walls. We were fucking like 2-animals, without any affection, motivated entirely by our hunger for sex. In her intense state of arousal it only took about 4 or 5-hard thrusts before Mom’s body was again racked by a series of mind numbing orgasms. "Oh my god, I've never had so many orgasms at one time," she shouted. Then she went limp beneath me. I shamelessly continued fucking her limp body for several more minutes until I shot my load into her pussy.
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As I rolled to the side, I felt as like I had just run a marathon. When I began thinking rationally again, I panicked at the thought that I might have made her pregnant. Mom was so spent that I had to splash cold water in her face to bring her around.
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"Mom, I shot off inside of you. Are you on birth control?"
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"No, but don't worry. I had my tubes tied years ago. Now come back to bed."

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I was so caught up in sexual arousal, that as I got back into bed, I grabbed a big hand full of her long brown hair and drug her face to my crotch. Kneeling there with a hand full of her hair, I watched as she meekly licked and sucked a combination her pussy juice and my boss and my cum off my still erect cock. Physically forcing Mom to lick our combined juices off my cock, made me feel like a god. I don’t think that I’d ever felt so powerful in my life. It suddenly came home to me that Mom was really mine to do with as I pleased.

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Mom was already down on her hands and knees, so, with my fingers still entwined in her hair, I moved behind her. Once there, I forced her to reach back and insert my cock into her soaking pussy. As I felt its head pierce her slit, I brutally rammed my cock balls deep into her pussy. I got a perverse pleasure from her loud moans and groans as I fucked her ‘dog style.’ I’d never fucked anyone like Mom before; she couldn’t seem to quit climaxing. Eventually, she was so drained that her legs gave way, and she sprawled on her face.

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I guess Mom didn’t mind the rough treatment, because she woke me in the middle of the night so we could fuck again. A year has passed since that night and I don't think a single day has passed without sex of some kind. Even though I'm uncomfortable cumming in her mouth, she must have drunk a couple of gallons of cum. I stopped pushing her to find a man, and I don't care that she doesn't have a job. She pays for her keep with the best sex that I have ever had. I can’t believe how open about sex she is. She has almost no boundaries. A couple of weeks ago I got to spank her naked butt.

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I was sitting on the side of the bed and Mom knelt between my legs with a demure little smile and my stiff cock into her warm mouth. Even though her mouth felt incredible, for some reason she was unable to make me cum. Standing up, Mom told me that since she couldn’t make me cum in her mouth, that she needed to be punished. Then naked as the day that she was born, she laid herself across my lap like a naughty little girl. Seeing her shapely bottom lying helplessly across my lap made my blood was running hot. I needed no other invitation. The second time my hand connected with her bare ass, Mom climaxed all over my lap. And, she continued to climax as I administered 10-more loud slaps on her now crimson butt.

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After her spanking, I literally threw Mom onto the bed and spread her thighs apart. Moving my between her wide spread legs, I grabbed her by her ankles and braced her petite little feet against my chest. Then I placed the red-hot head of my cock between her wet, slippery lips and with one mighty thrust, plunged my cock into her briny cauldron of raw passion as far as it would go, making Mom grunt and whine from the impact. "Oh, yessssss!" she hisses as I pull out slowly then rammed into her again. I could hear my tight balls slapped against her sweet ass cheeks as I repeatedly bury my meat all the way to the hilt.

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By now, both of Mom’s ankles were over my shoulders and her knees were flattening her breasts against her chest. Mom’s so damned horny by now that it just takes only a few thrusting strokes before she’s humping wildly back at me as she moans and gasps in time with my steady, powerful thrusts. After I’d brought forth another moan from her by leaning forward and gently pinching her nipples, Mom gripped my ass tightly and urged me on, as I vigorously stuffed my throbbing cock into her about 25-times as hard as I could… I was pumping her methodically, pushing my cock all the way in, slowly pulling it almost out and then slamming it back in so that our flesh made slapping noisily as our bodies connected.

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Suddenly, she moaned so loud that it might be called screaming, as her eyes rolling back in orgasmic agony. Her orgasm was all it took for my balls to tighten and the burning load of cum to beginning to surge up, preparing to shoot. And just like that I was filling her full of cum.

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Once we were both sated, Mom started talking about me tying her up. I'm not sure where this is going, but I know that wherever it’s going, I'm going to hang on for the ride.

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The end….