first--(gay-book store-masturbation-blowjobs-swallowing)--part-1 thur 2-of-2

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I've visited our local adult bookstore several times now, usually only when my wife Barbara is out of town. I'm not sure I could think up any excuse good enough to explain to her why I wanted to head out late in the evening, alone, and without needing anything at the store. Last Friday night happened to be one of those rare occasions. She was out of town for the evening and not due back until sometime late Saturday. What brought me there on Friday night though, began several months ago.
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Like many other guys I've run into on the 'net, I've developed, in my early 40s, a curiosity about things bisexual. Who knows where this came from after 30-years of experiencing and thinking only about firm full breasts and soft, warm pussies? The home sex had certainly settled down into a relatively infrequent routine. Easy access to the Internet, ready pictures, particularly on amateur, real people kinds of sites, and anonymous adult chat sites certainly didn't help. Chat rooms had already led me to a briefly exciting, but potentially disastrous affair with a married woman a couple years ago.
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Though I'd promised myself to stay away from them after the affair, the lure of a quick, anonymous, online conversation climaxed by a self-inflicted hand job brought me quickly back to the chat rooms. More and more, I found myself talking with other guys. First creating elaborate fantasies about our wives, then soon, conversations about imagined contact between ourselves.
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At first it felt odd, and wrong. But the more I created these elaborate mutual fantasies with guys online, the more intriguing the possibility of them actually becoming real. Instant message chatting brought on the voice-over conversations, which led to my secret purchase of a web-cam that my wife still doesn't know about. The attraction of touching another man's cock gradually became more appealing.

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That next level was the least of my worries as I mentally slid closer and closer to something that 3-years ago I never thought I'd seek. I made my first visit to our small town's one and only porn shop several months ago. After browsing the aisles of sex toys and girlie magazines until I mustered up the courage, to venture through the 1970s bead chains that passed for a doorway into the video booth area in the back. Ten green pressboard doors were visible in the dim light. The red light indicating its occupancy was only glowing above one door.

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I nervously entered a booth far enough away from the occupied one to feel private. After locking the door behind me, I looked around and found myself in a small room. In the middle of the floor a steel-folding chair sat opened in front of a flickering blank green TV screen. The chair made an awfully loud creaking noise as I sat down. Trying to be quiet since I knew there was someone else nearby, I cautiously fished my wallet out of my back pocket and pulled out a small wad of one-dollar bills that I'd been gathering through the day. As I fed the first bill into the slot, I noted a number of washers of varying sizes screwed into the floor-to-ceiling walls separating the booths. I guessed at their origin, though none appeared to allow any view in or out of my booth.
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My heart raced and my cock surged as I began to flip through the 23-channels on the monitor. I learned quickly that a dollar only bought you about 3-minutes of video. Feeding additional bills in the machine, I settled back to watch. My cock came out soon enough. Then my jeans slipped down to my ankles, my bare ass pressed against the cold steel seat. I continued to flip quickly and repeatedly through the channels, until finally settling on a gay video. It was my first time to really watch this kind of scene outside of the free 8-second video teasers on some porn web sites. I turned the volume way down so that the stranger in the other booth wouldn't know what kind of film that had me edging towards an orgasm.
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I cummed relatively quickly, at least quick enough that I still had money left in the machine. As the first shot of cum splashed across my belly, the metal chair in the other booth abruptly screeched across the floor, and I heard the door open. As I continued pulling on my cock, coaching out the last drops of cum. I heard footsteps in the out side my door, and then they were gone. With the handkerchief from my back pocket, I cleaned myself up. Then taking a deep breath, I left my booth with the videos still running.
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Nervously I quickly exited the store without making eye contact with either the clerk or the lone middle-aged guy peering up from the magazine rack as I passed by. Was he the one in the other booth I wondered? I had no way of knowing if he was the one who'd cum moments before me, but the flush on my face, I'm sure, revealed the embarrassment and the exhilaration of my minute's-old ejaculation.
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The next night found me back in the bookstore, nervously retracing my footsteps from the night before. Armed with a new stack of crisp one-dollar bills, I aimed for a booth in the corner. Again I chose a booth a couple doors away from the only occupied cubicle. Entering the corner booth, my eyes fixed on the missing washers on the wall. Small holes, mind you, not more than an inch or so in diameter. Nervous caution took hold of me, so I passed on to a couple other booths, before settling into one without holes.
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Again, with my cock in hand and pants down around my ankles I scanned several of the monitor's offerings, both gay and straight oral films mostly. I heard footsteps come and go from the other booths, never realizing that I'd been in there for nearly 20-minutes and still without cumming. Feeding my last dollar into the machine, I knew that I'd either have to head home and finish later, or break the twenty in my wallet.
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As the screen turned back to a blank and too-bright green, I pulled up my jeans and took the twenty out. Waiting a moment for my boner to recede just enough, I ventured into the bright fluorescence of the main store. Approaching the clerk, I held out the twenty and asked for some ones in exchange. "How many ones?" he inquired.

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"What the hell. How 'bout all of 'em", I replied, trying too hard I'm sure to sound casual. While he took a couple minutes trying to find the crispest bills, I turned around to see several other people browsing the store, a couple of other single guys in the magazine section and 2-college age girls whispering and laughing by the dildos. I waited, trying to be patient, for the clerk to finish his count and let me disappear into the back again.
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I glanced again at the corner booth, the one with the holes in the wall. After 20-minutes of video and self-flagellation, my curiosity pushed me to that door. No one was in the adjacent cubicle, so I entered, locked the door behind me, and fed in a few bucks. My pants unzipped. My cock returned comfortably to my hands as I settled in, once again, to a threesome video with one guy sucking the other's shaved and massive cock while the buxom woman plumbed the cocksucker's ass with large black strap-on.
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Though momentarily lost in the video and my rhythmic stroking, I immediately tensed when I heard the door in the next booth close and lock. Shadows passed over the 2-small peepholes in the very thin wall. From where I sat, I couldn't see who was settling across the wall from me. I was so turned on; so nervous, so excited at that moment that I had to pull my hand off my cock lest I shoot right then and there.
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I heard the zipper on the other side. The video soon found the same channel as the one in my booth. Slowly, and quietly, I turned my chair to face the hole. Right then, at that moment I wanted to be watched. I wanted to take this next step of showing my cock in real life, to a real person. Though the hole was only an inch or so around, I knew by the shadows when the guy bent over to peer through.
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My cock never felt so hard, or as sensitive as it did right then. I slipped my jeans down below my knees exposing my cock, balls, and thighs to this stranger. I heard no sound from the other side. I could see nothing through the hole, but the light never changed. He never moved.
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Excitedly, I stroked my cock for this hidden stranger, slowly at first, trying to allow him room around my fingers to see me. One hand pulled on my shaft while the other fingered my now very tight balls. I cummed quickly and suddenly, with little warning to me, or to the one watching me. The first shot flew up nearly to my nipple, leaving a dark wet stain across my gray t-shirt. I pulled my shirt up higher as 3 or 4-heavier pulses of cum landed on my belly. As the final dribbles of cum dripped from the edge of my tingling cock, I held it out forward for my anonymous neighbor to see. All was silent and still for a moment. I heard his chair back up across the floor, the sound of a zipper again, and then his door opened. From somewhere in the distance, I heard footsteps against the muffled background music of a different film playing for some other horny visitor. It was over.
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After wiping myself off, I tried to clean the cum spot off my t-shirt. There was no way to hide it as I walked back through the store to the exit. As I left the place, a guy, perhaps a bit younger than myself, caught my eye, kind of nodded his head toward me with a slight grin. Was it a look of acknowledgement? I don't know. All I did know is that in the 15-minutes that it took to walk home, reminiscing on this first encounter, if you can call it that, I was half-hard again and had to unload a second time before falling asleep on the couch.
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Over the next few months, I visited the bookstore 6, maybe 8-more times. Each time, I ventured to the corner booths, the only ones that seemed to regularly contain the peepholes. Sometimes different holes were covered, or new ones had appeared, but I never saw holes large enough to qualify as one of the glory holes I starting to read more about. With each succeeding visit, there were opportunities to watch and/or be watched, always anonymously and always without comment from the other side.
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Curiously, I found being watched even more exciting than watching someone else. My cock seemed to tingle more. It became more sensitive when I exposed myself to another people. Invariably, I cummed too quickly, at least for my fullest enjoyment, rarely taking more than a couple minutes when I knew I had an audience. It seems my orgasms were even stronger and fuller when I was being watched through tiny holes in a dark booth than when I was fucking my wife.
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As far as I could tell, my voyeurs were all guys. A couple of times I got to do the watching. The first guy that I watched had just finished watching me cum. He stood directly in front of the hole, pulled down his pants and stroked himself only inches from the hole. This was my first real view of another man's hard cock. It looked big, though perhaps in hindsight, it was about the size of my own. He was cut, and very, very hard. I kneaded my sagging, exhausted cock while kneeling on the floor peering through the peephole, a position not unlike I might experience were I sucking that cock. I saw little more than the head of his cock since he stood so close to the hole. Like me, he didn't last long with an audience. I watched, up close, but protected by the dark green paneling, as his cock spurted and oozed strings of cum on to the other side of the wall. After cumming, he quickly zipped and left. I waited until I knew he was gone, not sure I wanted to see who this stranger was.
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Only once, that I know of, were …

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Part-2-of-2

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Only once, that I know of, were females on the other side of the wall. I'd noticed them, at least I think it was them, when I came into the store and headed into the back. Two younger, Hispanic-looking girls, one small and thin with long black hair and almost unnoticeable breasts, the other a bigger girl in tight jeans and a tight top showing off some fairly ample cleavage. I'd not thought much about them and was going about my usual video and stroking routine in the corner cubicle, when the door opened next to me.
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Although they never said anything to me, I heard their soft, definitely female voices through the hole. I turned my chair so that my cock and balls faced the two small holes about 10-inches apart in the cubicle divider. It got quiet on the other side as I started stroking myself for them. I closed my eyes, spread my legs, and leaned back, trying to recreate their faces from my brief glimpse of them as I'd passed through the part of the store earlier. I don't know how or why, but stroking for them, I lasted...and lasted...and lasted longer than I had for any of the guys that had watched me before.
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It was only when I heard them talking softly between themselves, the walls muffling any chance of me understanding what they said, but as soon as I heard them my balls began to tighten, and the familiar urgency deep in my bowels appeared. I pointed the head of my cock at the hole and emptied myself in 3 or 4-short bursts. One of the girls laughed a little too loudly as the other tried to shush her. Like the guys, they too, quickly left their booth before I had the chance to cover up and see who they really were.
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I hadn't been back to the bookstore in a few months, at least not since the encounter with the two girls. There just hadn't been any real opportunities to sneak away from real life. My fantasies were limited or expanded, depending on how one looks at it, to casual chatting and web-caming with other guys and the occasional female. Until last week, that is.
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I suppose that the chat rooms, the web-cams, the voyeuristic visits to this bookstore were simply stepping stones along the path to last Friday. I really didn't anticipate anything more than what I'd already experienced. It's a small and quiet town here. The bookstore was never really busy. Probably never more than 5 maybe 6-others have ever been there at the same time as me. Fantasy, distant at that, is where I thought these thoughts and experiences would always lie.
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With my wife off to another weekend class, I returned to the bookstore yet again, late on Friday night. As I walked downtown in the dark, I enjoyed the freedom of my dangling cock under my jeans as I'd chosen to leave the boxers at home. One less thing to worry about while I'm there, I'd supposed. The bookstore had its usual compliment of characters, 3-lonely looking men wandering through the video rentals, and one woman buying something at the counter. Accustomed and unembarrassed now, I went straight back through the beaded chain doorway to the video booth area, hardly noticing the faces of the other customers.
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Taking up residence in ‘my’ corner booth, I took note of the placement of the 3-small peepholes, surrounded by a small forest of washers of different sizes. Feeding the machine and dropping my pants to my ankles, my cock slowly but smoothly grew in my palm. A new selection of films was available since my last visit several months ago. Again, I settled on a threesome video, 2-men doing the usual things to a young blonde girl and to each other.
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Perhaps 5-minutes into my viewing, the door to the next booth opened and then closed. I didn't hear the lock turn, but since there were no other occupied booths, I don't suppose it mattered. Very quickly, I saw the shadow of a face bend down and peer through the middle peephole. I turned my chair to give the face a better look. My balls were already feeling tight. My cock felt ready to spring. I removed my hand, not wanting to generate an eruption right then and there. I let my cock twitch and stand high while my neighbor peered in.
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The shadow moved from the wall allowing a thin glimmer of green light to pass through. I heard a zipper and the rustle of pants on the other side, my cue, I guessed, to peek through for a look of my own. The cock on the other side was long and straight. Dark tufts of hair underneath a flat and hairless belly surrounded an already hard 7-inch shaft, tipped by a long plum-shaped cock head. My neighbor stood, slowly stroking himself for me for a couple minutes, then sat down and inched his chair close to the hole to watch me again.
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Though I felt almost too close to the edge already, I gripped my cock and began a quick round of stroking for him. I had to squeeze the base of my balls several times to keep from cumming, somehow managing to hold off the inevitable.
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The jingle of a key chain on the other side distracted me momentarily, but not as much as the squeaking, wrenching sound of a tightened bolt being loosened on the wall separating us. It took a moment to register what was happening, but soon enough one of the largest washers, right in the middle of the wall began to turn. It turned slowly, moving with the bolt that was spinning in the center. My heart jumped, realizing that very soon, there would be a much bigger hole between us. Confused, excited, curious, scared, too many other thoughts to properly describe here raced through my brain and my gut. Almost unconsciously, I placed two fingers on the spinning washer, permitting the bolt to turn, until it fell and clattered on the floor.
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I held the washer in place for just a moment longer, still not sure what I was going to do. Slowly, I peeled the washer away from the wall, opening a hole perhaps 3-inches in diameter in the green wall. I leaned back in my chair, my cock slipping to half-hardness from nerves, I'm sure. I could see more of my neighbor now, though still dark. As my nerves raced and my cock twitched, his fingers came through and circled the edges of the new hole.
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I'd read enough about glory holes by now to recognize this as a sign to slide your cock through. Christ, now it was happening, to me, right here and right now. I stood and moved closer to the wall, his 3-fingers waiting there on the bottom of the hole for my cock. With one final hesitation, I pressed my hips forward and guided my cock into the hole. His fingers guided it through to the other side, until my pubic hairs, my balls and my belly were pressed firmly against the cool, green pressboard.
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My cock hung there for just a few moments, probably not as long as it seemed, until I felt his hand grip my shaft. Then as he slowly stroked my cock, his fingers caressing the head, pulling my foreskin up and back, and squeezing gently. I wanted to moan out loud, but I'd lost track of whether any of the neighboring booths were occupied or not. I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and let his fingers explore my cock.
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Almost without me noticing, his fingers left my cock and were quickly replaced by his hot mouth. He didn't lick or tease my cock with his tongue, but swallowed it whole, taking his mouth all the way to the wall. He sucked me hard, twirling his tongue and lips over the entire length of my shaft and cock head. In moments, he built up a rhythm that had me rocking my hips into the wall, my thrusts meeting his mouth. In the background, I could hear the top button of my jeans clicking against the base of the wall with each thrust. God, it'd been so long since such a good mouth had swallowed my cock. I didn't want the feeling to end.
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He sucked me for maybe 3 or 4-minutes before he withdrew his mouth from my cock. I wasn't sure why he'd stopped, until I felt the head of his cock touch the head of mine. I'll be damned if there wasn't a little spark of electricity that jolted through me when I felt them touch. Though I couldn't see, pressed against the wall as I was, the identity of what had contacted my cock was unmistakable.
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I was ready now. I withdrew my cock from the tight hole in the wall, and watched as his followed through immediately after. In the dim light of the video screen, the head of his cock glistened. I moved to my knees, much as I had that very first time I'd watched someone else cum through the peephole. This strange new thing hovered now just inches from my face. Already looking solid and rock hard, it just barely fit through the hole, with not much room to spare.

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With 2-fingers I reached out and nervously touched the damp tip. It felt oily feeling from pre-cum. My fingers traced the top of his cock to where the wall prevented any further exploration, then back underneath along the canal that would soon erupt. His cock twitched every time my fingers grazed the head.
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I gripped this stranger's cock, and stroked it slowly at first, like he’d done to me. Gradually increasing my speed, I felt his shaft expand and contract. His skin felt so hot. The shaft so hard and bony, yet the skin like velvet.
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"Suck it," I thought I heard whispered from beyond the wall. I was ready even before I heard, or imagined I heard those words. Gripping his cock and holding it as close to the wall as I could, I licked across the tip, taking in the drips of pre-cum that decorated his cock head. Almost without flavor other than a slight salty tinge, it felt like slippery oil on the tip of my tongue. From there, I ran my lips and tongue the full length of his cock, up one side, and back down the other. Sliding underneath, I repeated this motion on the underside of his cock, letting my mouth stop and hover with his cock head resting on my lower lip.
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Apparently he wasn’t pressed against the wall like I’d been, because he thrust forward suddenly, shoving his cock into my mouth. I swallowed him hungrily. I felt his cock sliding through my fingers as it pumped in and out of my wet mouth. I was amazed by how his hard cock so completely filled my mouth. Each stroke seemed to reach deeper before he pulled back to the very edge of my lips. It felt strange, yes, but also strangely natural, to let him fuck my mouth as he was doing.
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In hindsight, I probably sensed his eruption before it was happened. I remember now how his cock instantly felt and felt even hotter in my mouth. My mind had mere nano-seconds to register that this big cock was swelling even bigger. When it happened, I swear I almost didn't feel the first shot because his cock was so deep in my mouth. It must've emptied right straight down my throat.
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The second and succeeding shots come back to me in more detail. My mouth poised with his cock head just inside my lips, his next blast sprayed the inside of my mouth with his salty and sticky goo. I didn't have time to consider the taste before he shot again. My throat opened and I swallowed back as much as I could. He pulled from me suddenly, just as another full load burst from his cock, this time shooting across my lips and into my beard. He followed with several smaller twitches that had cum oozing and dripping over his cock and into my hands. As I stroked his now sticky and withering shaft, I licked up around the edges of his cock head, cleaning up the last remaining blobs of cum before this cock disappeared back through the hole.
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As I was catching my breath, his fingers reappeared at the hole, signaling me to stick my cock back through the hole. But, almost unbeknownst to me, as he'd been cumming, without even being touched, I'd emptied my own load all over my jeans and the floor. My flaccid cock now hung drooping, wet, and satisfied. I fingered the streams of cum on my legs, curious whether it was his or mine. "I'm OK," I mumbled through our 3-inch opening. "I already cummed."

Without another word, he zipped up and left. As I sat there, bare assed on the metal chair, the money in the video ran out. When I ran my tongue around the insides of my mouth I could taste little pockets of strange juices seeped out of from the corners of my mouth. I could feel sticky spots on my beard where his cum was starting to dry. As I pulled up my jeans, I felt the stickiness of my own cum on my legs. Zipping up my pants, I left my booth and headed home.

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On the walk home, my mind was awhirl. ‘I finally did it, didn't I? I thought to myself as I walked. ‘Yea, I finally did it.’ I'm still not sure how I feel about it or how I should feel about it. But, yeah now I've done it. ‘But is this the end of this path,’ I asked myself, ‘or yet another stepping-stone to something else? I guess I won't know, at least until the next time my wife leaves town.’

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The end…

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The Budweiser Story

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The Budweiser Story
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(not a joke)
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This is TRUE!
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How Budweiser handled those who laughed at the men and women who died on the 11th of September, 2001...
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Thought you might like to know what happened in a little town north of Bakersfield , California
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AND TO THOSE who laughed when they found out about the tragic events in New York , Pennsylvania , and the Pentagon.
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On September 11th,
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A Budweiser employee was making a delivery to a convenience store in a California town
named McFarland.
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He knew of the tragedy that had occurred in New York when he entered the business
to find the two Arabs, who owned the business, whooping and hollering to show their approval
and support of this treacherous attack.

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The Budweiser employee went to his truck, called his boss and told him of the very upsetting event!
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He didn't feel he could be in that store with those horrible people. His boss asked him, 'Do you think you could go in there long enough to pull every Budweiser product and item our beverage company sells there?....We'll never deliver to them again.'
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The employee walked in, proceeded to pull every single product his beverage company provided and left with an incredible grin on his face. He told them never to bother to call for a delivery again.
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Budweiser happens to be the beer of choice for that community.
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Just letting you know how Kern County handled this situation.
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And Now The Rest Of The Story:
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It seems that the Bud driver and the Pepsi man are neighbors. Bud called Pepsi and told him.
Pepsi called his boss who told him to pull all Pepsi products as well!!! That would include Frito Lay, etc.
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Furthermore, word spread and all vendors followed suit! At last report, on June 26, 2009,
Fareed Katib closed the store and filed bankruptcy!
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Good old American Passive-Aggressive A$$ Whoopin!
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defiling--(mother/son incest-facial-annal-oral)--part-1 thru 6-of-6

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Defiling Mom

Part-1-of-6

A life-long dream

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Not even in her wildest imagination did Barbara ever expect to be in the position she now found herself in. Down on the floor, kneeling in front of her only child, the stacked blonde mother had her head tilted back against the edge of her son's bed.

She'd come to Edward's apartment for a simple discussion and that was all. But somehow she had ended up like this, about to become the bull's-eye for a perverted game of target practice. She'd already taken off her delicate silk blouse to keep it from getting ruined, and her fine breasts hung heavily as they strained against the lacy white cups of her bra.
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Barbara knew she shouldn't allow this perverted scene to progress any further, and yet she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so excited. She watched with wide, anxious eyes as her son lowered his pants and let his impressive cock spring free. Edward was already stiff and getting incredibly hot from seeing his nearly-topless mother in such a compromising position.
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"Oh, Mom," he gasped, as he began to stroke himself.
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All Barbara had wanted to do was talk with him. Her son was turning twenty in just a few days, a big milestone in any young man's life. Usually, Barbara and her husband gave Edward an extravagant present for the occasion, something to show how proud they were of him. He rarely asked for much during the year, so his birthday was one of his few opportunities to get something really special. But it didn't look like that would be impossible this year. Just two months earlier, Barbara's husband James had gotten a pay cut at work. His company went on about problems in the economy, although members of the senior staff were actually given raises. The family hadn't been living beyond their means, but the unexpected drop in income definitely hurt. With nearly $500 less coming in every month, Barbara was worried that she wouldn't be able to keep up with their bills.
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Worse than that, though, was the fact that they couldn't afford anything decent for Edward's birthday. Barbara felt sick at the thought of being unable to give her son something nice, especially for an event as important as the end of his teenage years. She had actually considered calling her ex-husband, Edward's father, to see if he could help. But aside from knowing how unlikely his assistance would be, she knew how upset Edward would get if he found out. Her ex-husband had made Barbara's life miserable, and at the tender age of ten Edward had taken it upon himself to confront his father about it.
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"Yeah, I dare you to get a divorce, bitch!" he'd shouted over his son, knowing Barbara could hear from the next room.
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The next day Barbara had gotten a lawyer and did just that, filed for divorce. And she owed it all to Edward for giving her the courage to do it. If he, a 10-years old could stand up to his father, she certainly should be able to stand up to him, too. It was one of the many reasons why she'd do anything for him, and why she felt so bad about the current situation. She'd been meaning to talk to Edward about it for a couple of weeks, but just couldn't bring herself to break the bad news. Finally, after putting it off longer than she should, Barbara forced herself to go through with it. She'd come to see Edward after she was sure that he’d finished up his classes for the day at the local college. After explaining the situation, and pointing out that she'd do absolutely anything to make his birthday special, Barbara listened as her son made the most disturbingly vile suggestion possible.
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He had a present in mind that wouldn't require her to spend a cent. In fact, it didn't require much effort on his mother’s part at all. All she'd have to do, Edward told her, was sit there while he jerked out a big load of cum onto her face.
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Barbara had been completely stunned, both from the obscene offer and from the fact that Edward had the gall to suggest it to her. He explained that it was something he'd been dying to do to her for years, and his well-planned sales pitch was so good that it almost made her consider the idea. But Barbara knew that she couldn't allow it. She couldn't possibly take part in something as sick and depraved as a son bathing his mother's face in his thick, warm cum.

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With a firm declaration of her disgust, Barbara had stormed out of his apartment. She'd driven over a block away when she felt something urging her to stop and go back. She wasn't sure what it was, but she simply couldn't ignore it. It felt like an overpowering voice that had been shoved far back into the recesses of her mind. Before she fully understood what she was doing, she had turned the car around, driven back, and walked back inside Edward’s apartment.
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Almost as if she was having an out-of-body experience, Barbara listened as she heard herself speaking. She heard her own voice as it changed her mind. She heard herself actually agree to the idea. She watched herself walk into the bedroom, unbutton her blouse, and encourage her son to spray his cum across her face. Then, without hesitation, she had kneeled down in front of him.
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Barbara knew that what she was doing was terribly wrong … terribly, terribly wrong, but God, it would be so incredibly kinky. The idea was making her mouth water, among other places. And parts of her that had been shut off for years suddenly felt alive again.
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With her head leaning back against the mattress, Barbara watched as Edward's hand slid up and down his cock.
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"Ohhh God," he groaned. "I can't believe you're letting me do this."
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Watching a little dribble of pre-cum began to leak from the small slit in the end of his puffy cockhead, Barbara unconsciously licked her lips. The intense voice in her head encouraged her to take the fat, purple knob into her mouth so that she could shove her tongue against the slit and taste the salty liquid. But she resisted the temptation, knowing that she couldn't let herself get carried away. She was going to willingly accept his spewing load on her face, and that would be the end of it.
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Barbara looked up at her son, observing the way his face scrunched up into a mask of pleasure and determination. She could tell by his breathing that he was getting closer. As she watched him, their eyes met. Barbara gave him a coy smile and bit her lower lip.
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"Almost there?"
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"Y... yeah..." he moaned as his hand started working faster.
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"Good. Give me a real big load, honey. You know you aren't supposed to do nasty things like this to your mother, so you need to make it count."
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As Edward rapidly nearing the edge, his mom's nasty tone of voice was enough to push him over. Putting his hand on the top of her head for support, he aimed his cock at her face. It was time for the big finish.

"Ohhh… shit… ohhh, Mom!"
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Barbara took a deep breath, knowing that his climax was just a few seconds away. She could barely wait for it to start.
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"Gonna... Oh god, gonna cum...!"
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The moment Edward had long been dreamed about since he was a child finally arrived. With a rapid fury of strokes, his balls let it all go.
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"Uuuuuuuuuuuugh!!!!"
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As Barbara watched his cock erupt, it seemed to be happening in slow motion. A large, thick shot erupted from the swollen head, hitting the prone mother directly on her hairline. The portion not caught in her blonde locks began oozing down her face as the second burst caught her just above the right eye.
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Barbara's eyes closed as the thick blasts of hot cum continued to rain down on her. She felt them pelt her face, one after another, cum-ropes so big that they almost took a full second to leave his cock.
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Two scalding shots hit her cheek, and then a large salty glob splashed against her closed lips. As she opened her mouth to let some of her son’s hot salty nectar run in, she could feel her pussy twitching with joy. Excitedly, Edward continued stroking while his cock sputtered out a few final shots, covering his mother's chin with big, white gobs of gooey cum.
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As the eruption ended, Barbara opened her eyes.
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"Oh, my God," she cooed, licking the salty jizz from her lips. "So much cum...!"
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While she basked in the after glow of being drenched with her cream, Barbara's mind suddenly went into overdrive. Something about the feeling of warm cum hitting her face brought back a slew of old memories, things that she thought she had been buried long ago.
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She found herself thinking back to the days before …

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Defiling Mom

Part-2-of-6

A Flash back

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She found herself thinking back to the days before her own 20-birthday. Barbara's relationship with her mom had always been strained, and it only became worse as Barbara grew into an independent woman. Alline, Barbara's mother, had always planned on starting a successful medical career. But when an unexpected pregnancy changed things, Alline was forced to leave school. As a result, she developed a clear resentment towards her only child.
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Barbara couldn't recall ever sensing any love from her mother. She remembered her only as a cold, joyless, strict woman who relished every opportunity to chastise both Barbara and her father for their faults. Unlike most mothers, Alline didn't offer praise for something like a good report card. Instead, she only delivered scorn when her daughter didn't perform up to her barely reachable expectations.
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After years spent trying to please Alline and wondering why she always failed, Barbara finally realized that it was hopeless. Her mother was simply incapable of showing any sort of love. Barbara spent her teen years in a much more relaxed frame of mind, worrying only about her own needs and doing only what she wanted. Alline was not pleased.
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But as Barbara realized that the problem was with her mother and not with herself, she began to feel increasingly sorry for Pete, her father. She knew that he couldn't have been happy in their marriage, but with a slight potbelly and receding hairline, his better days were behind him. Divorce would only mean being alone, and in that day it was almost a guarantee that custody of a child would go to the mother. He'd been forced to stay married all those years, for Barbara's sake if not his own.
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In her late teens, Barbara started getting even more rebellious in order to strike back at her mother. Alline would ground her for weeks, even months, at a time. But Barbara would always find a way to sneak out of the house and get herself into more trouble.
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More than anything, Alline worried about what other people thought about her. She took great pride in being a pillar of the community, passing off her family as the All-American standard that everyone else needed to try living up to. Barbara was well aware of her mother's concern about public perception, and actively went about trying to destroy the image that Alline had so carefully constructed over the years.
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Little by little, rumors started swirling around their hometown. Ladies would gossip as they passed each other on the street.

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"Did you hear? Alline's daughter was parking at Indian Point with not one, but two boys!"
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"Oh, goodness! Libby Benton told me that Alline's daughter tried to bribe a teacher at the high school with sexual favors!"
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The rumors eventually made their way to Alline, who wasted little time taking out her anger on Barbara. After one particularly juicy rumor began, concerning the now 19-year-old Barbara and members of the football team at the local college she was attending, Alline lost all sense of self-control. She slapped her daughter repeatedly, drug her by the hair hard enough to rip out a handful, and threw her down on her bedroom floor. As Barbara sobbed and held a hand to her stinging cheek, Alline stood above her.
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"You're no daughter of mine. You're nothing but a common street whore!"
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Watching her mother walk away, Barbara decided that she'd taken all the abuse she could handle. She had to finish things with her mother once and for all.
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She heard Alline's car start in the driveway and knew that her mother was surely off to some important social function, where she'd act as if everything in her life was perfect. Well, it wouldn't be if Barbara could help it.
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She pulled herself up and went into the bathroom to wash the tears from her face. Her mind worked rapidly, trying to come up with something that would humiliate her mother beyond repair. She turned off the running water just in time to hear her father's truck arriving home.
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Like a light coming on in her head, Barbara had a plan.
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It was a twisted, disturbing idea, but it was just the sort of thing that could put her over her mother for good. Barbara wanted to take the one thing her mother would never expect. She wanted to do something that, if and when she ever told her mother, it would hurt her down to the depths of her very soul.
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Barbara wanted to seduce her father.
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It seemed like the perfect idea. She knew that her dad wasn’t getting any attention from his cold, frigid wife. And, unlike her mother, Barbara actually loved him. The notion of fucking him didn't seem strange to her at all. It would be a beautiful expression of their love... which, as a bonus, would surely be enough to kill her mother if she ever found out about it.
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Besides, Barbara reasoned, what middle-aged man wouldn't want a busty blonde co-ed doing unspeakable things to him? The fact that she was his daughter should only make it more exciting, since it would be so deliciously naughty.
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Barely able to wait for him to come inside, Barbara hurried down the stairs and stood near the front door. As she heard him step onto the porch, she undid the top two buttons on her blouse, revealing the swell of her large breasts.
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"Daddy!" she cried as the door swung open. Barbara met her father with a big hug before he could get both feet inside the house. Somewhat surprised, he stumbled inside, trying to set down his briefcase.
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"Well... well, hi, sweetheart. How was your day?"
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"Awful," Barbara pouted as she pulled him towards the living room.
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After forcing him down into his favorite chair, Barbara climbed up onto her father's lap the way she had when she was younger. She pulled his head close to her chest, leaving his cheek resting against the bare skin she'd exposed. Before he had a chance to say anything about the inappropriate contact, Barbara told him what had happened with her mother.
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"I'm so sorry, Barbara bear," he said, using his pet name for her. "Your mother is just..."
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"She's horrible!" Barbara told him. "I hate her."
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Before he could reply, Barbara kissed her father on the cheek, and then lifted his chin so they were looking each other in the eye. Carefully, keeping full eye contact, she slid from sitting on his lap to straddling him in the chair.
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"But I love you, Daddy. I love you so much..."
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Then Barbara leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. She hadn't kissed her father on the mouth since she was a little girl, and this was no ordinary kiss. It was the type of kiss that fathers and their daughters aren't supposed to share.
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Pete quickly pulled back, startled at her behavior.
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"Barbara! What... what are you..."
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"Just relax, Daddy," she said, putting a finger to his lips. "I want to do this for you. You deserve it."
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Most people of sound mind would probably condemn Pete for allowing things to proceed from this point. But Barbara understood. He had been neglected for so long, and here was a beautiful girl displaying her undying love for him. Pete did attempt more protests, but Barbara cut them off with her tender kisses. After a few minutes, his resistance had all but faded completely.
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Barbara stood up from the chair and pulled her father to his feet. Positioning him with his back to the archway that led into the kitchen, she sunk to her knees and began fumbling with his belt. Seeing his daughter in such a shocking position caused Pete to make one last grasp at sanity.
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"Barbara, stop... we... we shouldn't be..."
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But before he could complete his thought, Barbara had his cock in her hand. It was much bigger than she expected it to be, it was already long and thick, and it was barely even hard.
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"Oooh, Daddy," she whispered. "I had no idea."
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Barbara wasted little time popping the head of his cock into her mouth. Pete gasped and his cock began to swell up rapidly. In a matter of seconds, Barbara was sucking his full erection, and she was doing a damn good job of it.
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If she'd been able to smile with such a big mouthful of cock, Barbara would have had one a mile wide. Not only did she enjoy doing it, she thought gleefully about what an incredible trump card this would be over her mother. Stopping to look up, she softly stroked him with her hand.
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"Does that feel good, Daddy?"
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"Ohhhh... oh, honey..."
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Smiling, Barbara went right back to work. As she sucked she started …

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Defiling Mom

Part-3-of-6

Mother’s Come-up-Ance

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Smiling, Barbara went right back to work. As she sucked she started wondering what she was going to do when he cummed. Some boys she knew liked shooting it into her mouth so she could swallow it. She didn't mind, although some cum certainly tasted better than others. Others liked unloading their cum on her big breasts, but Barbara didn't want to stop things to take her blouse off.
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The teacher that she'd bribed at school had wanted to see it all over her face, and Barbara liked that so much that she'd suggested it to other men since then. It felt so nice and warm. She just loved the feeling of the hot cum splashing against her face. That's what she'd do with her father, Barbara decided. She'd take it on her face.
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As she stopped sucking for a brief moment, a car suddenly rolled past the back window. Her dad was too caught up in the pleasure of having his cock sucked to hear it, but a sly smile spread across Barbara's lips. Her mother was home.
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Knowing things had worked out even better than she'd hoped, Barbara bore down on her father's cock, her cheeks turning red from the effort. Trying to time it just right, she pulled back and rapidly jerked him with her hand while she looked through the archway behind him.
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"Ohhh, my god!" he groaned.

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Barbara knew her mother would stumble onto them at any moment. When she reached up and softly squeezed her father's heavy balls, the gray hairs tickling her hand. Hoping his release was imminent; Barbara leaned forward and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft.
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"Barbara, I'm... I'm..."
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Just then, Alline exited the kitchen, and was standing a full room's length behind her husband. Almost instantly Barbara locked eyes with her.
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"Cum, Daddy!" she cried loudly, making sure her mother could hear. "I want you to cum all over me.”
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Stroking him as hard as she could, Barbara leaned in as her father's hips started to buck.
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"Unnnhhhh..."
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Thick white jets of ball cream began shooting from the end of his cock, splattering onto Barbara's pretty face. Ooh'ing and ahh'ing at each warm blast, Barbara kept her eyes trained on her mother as a big glob pelted her forehead, then her mouth, and then her left cheek. A few stray shots parted her blonde hair and landed on the floor behind her.
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The gooey cum quickly started oozing down her face and dripping onto the bare skin above Barbara's her chest and on down to her blouse. As her mother stood by watching, she shamelessly smeared her father's cock against her glazed face, rubbing it in the immense load he'd deposited on her. Finally, she took it back into her mouth, moaning as she sucked the tasty cream off him.
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The disgusting display had barely lasted half a minute, hardly enough time for Alline to make sense of what she was seeing. But as she did, both Barbara and her father heard a soft little thump on the floor. Alline had dropped her purse. That must have been why she came home so quickly, Barbara realized. She'd forgotten it.
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Pete quickly turned around when he heard the noise, his eyes growing wide as he saw his wife. How could he possibly explain what she’d just seen? He just stood there with his pants down and his stiff cock starting to soften, as his daughter rested on her knees with her cum covered face smiling up at him. Luckily, he didn't have to. Before anyone could speak, Barbara's mother spun around and stormed out the back door. Her car started up a few seconds later and she spun out of the driveway like a bat out of hell.
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Pete was extremely concerned, sure that his wife would go to the police and have him arrested. But Barbara wasn't worried. She knew there was no way her mother would go public with what she'd just seen. Like she would let the whole town know that her husband had turned to their daughter because Alline wasn't up to the task? If she told she would be forced to admit to her friends that their perfect family was a dysfunctional, abusive, incestuous mess?

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Barbara figured that her mother would sooner leave town than face such embarrassment, which is precisely what she did. Alline never returned home after leaving the house. She never called, she never wrote.
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All they ever knew for sure was that she emptied her personal bank account the next morning. Barbara and her father assumed that she'd gone some place else to start a new life for herself. They were perfectly happy without her, and the entire town felt badly for them when they heard that Alline had run out on her family.
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"I heard she was having an affair with Mrs. Thomas's immigrant gardener!" gossiped the ladies on the street.
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"No, I heard she had a nervous breakdown and had to be put in an institution!"
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A few days after Alline left, Barbara stopped her father as he was heading up to bed. Without a word, she undid his pants and sucked another load of cum from him. She truly didn't mind doing it. In fact, she enjoyed it. She loved her father, and he had suffered so long for her at the hands of her mother that she figured giving him some satisfaction was the least she could do.
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They never talked about it and Pete never asked her to do it. And, they never went any further. But most every night, Barbara would nurse on his cock until he spurted another heavy load onto her pretty face.
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Several months after his mom left, Pete met Annette, a nice woman his own age. Shortly afterwards, Barbara met the man who eventually turned into her nightmare of a husband. As screwed up as her childhood and previous relationships had been, Barbara lacked the ability to sense that he was bad news. And with her father having found someone of his own, she felt lonely and craved the companionship. It was a bad combination.
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After Pete and Annette began seeing each other, Barbara's nightly cocksucking sessions came to a halt. One night, as she prepared to start, Pete softly took her hands away from his pants. A kiss on the forehead told Barbara all she needed to know. Her father had moved on.
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A few months later, after a very quickie divorce, Pete and Annette got married, as did Barbara, and the immoral relationship they’d shared remained their secret.
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As Barbara snapped out of the momentary trance that the flood of memories had briefly put her in, she remembered how much she had turned her life around since then. She was no longer the slutty, rebellious girl she used to be. Since she'd met James and moved out of her hometown, she’d become a respectable woman. She'd been a member of the PTA, and a room-mother for God's sake.
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And yet there she was, down on her knees, covered with a face-full of her own son's cock juices.
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Maybe she had passed her enjoyment of such acts onto him, she thought. After her own experiences with her father, Edward's desire to do it could be ingrained in his DNA. She knew she couldn't blame him for wanting to do such an unspeakable thing to her. And she figured she shouldn't feel guilty about the fact that she'd let him do it. After all, it ran in the family.
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Barbara looked up at her breathless son, who was likewise looking down at her glazed face. Edward couldn't believe he'd done it. He'd actually coated his beautiful mom with his cum.
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"Oh, fuck!" he panted, "Oh, Mom!"
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Barbara felt the warm cum starting to ooze off her chin and down her neck. As she took a glance downward, even more cum spilled from her face, splattering onto the tops of her firm breasts.
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"Oooh, it's getting all over," she giggled as she tilted her head back again.
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"Look at it on your breasts! God compared to the fried eggs that girls my age have go, those look so fuckin' big!"
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Throwing caution to the wind, Edward wiped a handful of his cum off his mother's face and began smearing it across her chest. Barbara let his hand roam freely, allowing him to grope and fondle her all he wanted. Knowing that the sticky cum was sure to stain her bra, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp.
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Her coffined breasts surged forward with such force that they practically ripped the straps off her shoulders. As Edward openly gawked, Barbara slid it the rest of the way off and tossed it aside.
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"Holy shit," he groaned, rubbing his cum all over her wide nipples. "Oh, Jesus, Mom.”

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When he’d lived at home, Edward had spent most of his teenage years peeping at his mom. He simply couldn't be around such an incredible set of breasts without getting at least trying to get a peek at them. But to see them close up and to have their soft flesh in his hands was a feeling with no description.
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"So was cumming on me as fun as you’d hoped it'd be?" she asked innocently.
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"Shit yes, it was amazing. This is the best day of my life."
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Smiling happily because she’d just brought her boy so much enjoyment, Barbara was about to ask for some tissues to dab at her face when she noticed that her son's cock still bulging out just as stiff as when he’d started. "God, baby, are you still hard after that?"
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So distracted my his Mom’s breasts, Edward hadn't even noticed, but he was.
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"Do you always stay hard right after you cum?"
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"Yeah. Sometimes thinking about you gets me so hot that I gotta jerk off 3 or 4-times in a row."
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He was use to it so still having an erection was no big deal to Edward, but Barbara was terribly impressed with his recuperative powers. She'd forgotten how many times young men could go.
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Her mind immediately began to churn with all sorts of wicked ideas. Barbara couldn't remember ever being so horny. Her pussy had completely soaked the front of her panties and her erect nipples stuck out like thick pencil erasers. This was no out-of-body experience this time, these lewd thoughts filling her head were …

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Defiling Mom

Part –4-of-6

Round Two

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Her mind immediately began to churn with all sorts of wicked ideas. Barbara couldn’t remember ever being so horny. Her pussy had completely soaked the front of her panties and her erect nipples stuck out like thick pencil erasers. This was no out-of-body experience this time; these lewd thoughts filling her head were her own. She desperately wanted more. She wanted to feel another big load of his goo on her face.
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"Well, we simply can't leave you stiff like this,” she said in her most motherly voice. “I suppose that you better jerk that big thing off again and give Mommy another hot shower of cum."
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He was so shocked that Edward couldn’t believe his ears, as he stammered, "Can I?"
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"You better," she insisted. "I want it, Edward, I want it bad.”
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Acting quickly before she could change her mind, Edward stepped back in front of his mom and began to rapidly jerk his hand up and down his rigid shaft. He'd nearly rubbed himself raw the first time, but he knew any discomfort he felt would be well worth it.
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Barbara grinned up at him, watching his fist fly up and down his shaft as he looked at her cum covered face for inspiration. Underneath, Edward’s large balls shook from his powerful strokes. Barbara licked her lips, her mind filling with dirty ideas as she watched his heavy nut-sack bouncing and swinging.

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"Oh god, Mom, you look so fucking hot with my cum all over you."
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Hearing her son's filthy compliment pushed Barbara over the edge. She knew that she was about to cross the last remaining line, but it didn't matter to her in the slightest. With her left hand, she reached behind him and grabbed hold of his muscular ass. It was the first time she'd touched him during their encounter. Then, with her right hand, Barbara softly cupped his balls. Looking up into Edward's wide eyes, she gently massaged them.
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"Ohhhhhhhhh... yeah, Mom,’ he whimpered.

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"Do you like that, baby?” she cooed. “Come closer so I can touch you better.” When Edward did as she requested it brought his body even closer. His nut-sack now hanging over her face, Barbara raised her head and began to lovingly lick his balls.
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"Unnnnnnh!! Oh, shit, Mom!"
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Nobody had ever done that to him before. Edward had gotten girls to suck on his cock, but no one had ever licked his balls. He'd never even dreamed of asking anyone to do it. But here was with his mother, of her own free will, slurping on them like they were made out of candy.
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Humming with pleasure, Barbara continued to lap at his big nut-sack, the wrinkled skin and fine hairs tickling her tongue. Once his left nut was slicked with spit, she moved to the right one and worked on that. Barbara pulled the skin tighter, delicately squeezing him as she worked. Happily the depraved mother licked faster. After only a few moments, the entire underside of her son's nut-sack was nice and wet. Feeling hornier than he ever had in his life, Edward continued stroking his cock. His heart was pounding so fast that he thought it might explode, but if he was going to go, at least he'd go happy.
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"Oh god, I'm gonna cum so hard, Edward wailed.
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"Do it, Edward, empty your big balls all over me."
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Barbara knew this wouldn't be the end of it. Now that she'd been re-awakened, there was no escape from her craving. She'd be back tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that to let her son spew more of his cum on her face. She'd even rush over anytime he needed to jerk off so that none of his seed would go to waste.
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"Yeahhh, here it comes. I'm gonna cum all over your beautiful face, Mom.”
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"Cum, baby, cum. cum on mommy’s face.”
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As his orgasm overtook him, Edward cruelly grabbing her hair and franticly stroked his hard cock.
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"Uuuuum, Uuuuum, fuuuck!"
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Barbara was nearly delirious with excitement as the first thick blast began splattered against her face again. With a smile, she shamelessly opened her mouth to catch some, wanting to taste more of his salty man cream. As she swallowed some down, she could feel her pussy gushing out juice in time with the swollen, spewing head of her son's big cock.
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As they blasted through the air, hot ropes of hot slimy cum hit her face, her hair, and even the mattress behind her. It seemed like Edward had shot out even more than he had the first time. Big gobs oozed down her neck and disappeared in the valley between her breasts, further coating her chest with the same sticky glaze that covered her face.
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But it wasn't enough.
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"More," she groaned, reaching out for his cock. "I want more!"
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Edward watched with amazement as his mother grabbed his throbbing cock and started stroking it. She so desperately wanted to work out another spewing load that she figured she'd do it herself. Moving forward, so she could reach him easier, smiled down at his Mom as her hand flew up and down his thick shaft, never giving it a chance to go soft.
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"Jesus, I never thought you'd be into this," he gasped between strokes. "You're a regular cum-slut, Mom.”

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"I sure am, baby! But not for just anybody, only for Mommy's big, handsome boy," said Barbara sat up on her knees and confronted her son's cock head-on. Unable to control herself as she jacked him off, she thrust out her tongue and polished his puffy knob with a loud slurp.
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"Oh, God,” Edward whimpered as his Mom’s tongue flicked the head of his cock."

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Unable to believe how fantastic he tasted, she kept right on licking and sucking the head of his cock. Almost frantic, Edward grabbed his cock and rubbed across her face, then when she opened her mouth, smacking it down on her wet tongue.
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"Put it in your mouth, Mom, please! Suck it, suck it hard!"
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"Oooh god, honey, yes. Come here."
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Barbara was more than willing, but she wanted him in a better position first. Putting her hands on his hips, she guided him towards the edge of his bed and told him to sit.
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"Take a seat right here," she cooed as she crawled between his open legs. "That way,” she said as she took it in her hand, “You can watch me suck this big cock."
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Looking her son dead in the eye, Barbara lapped at his shaft, letting him get a good look at his cock against his mother's tongue. Then she slowly and sensuously wrapped her crimson lips around him and eagerly went to work.
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"Unnnhhhh, fuck!" he wailed.
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She bore down on it immediately, vigorously fucking her mouth with her son's stiff dick. She couldn't believe she was doing it. She couldn't believe that she’d come over to talk to Edward about his birthday and now she was down on her knees giving him a blowjob. But nothing she'd done had ever felt so right.
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Getting a tight grip on the root, she vigorously moved her soft lips up and down his thick shaft. As his dick slid in and out of her mouth, her serpent like tongue twisted and spiraled inside her mouth, teasing the head. She’d quickly worked up a lot of spit causing the wet sound of cocksucking to fill the room.

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"You're sucking it," gasped Edward, accompanied by the loud smacking her lips were making on his thick shaft. "You're really sucking my dick, Mom!" he stammered still not believe it.
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Hearing that filthy announcement only made Barbara work harder. She slid her mouth down his cock, forcing it as close to his body as she could. Just as she was about to gag, she pulled back and took her lips off him, leaving a big rope of spit attached.
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"God, this feels like a dream,” Edward beamed.

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"Do you dream about this a lot?" she asked breathlessly as she slurped his big purple head. "About Mommy sucking your cock like this?"
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"All the time, Mom,” he sighed.

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She grinned as she slowly stroked his shaft. Barbara could tell he was getting close to the end.
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"How's that feel?"

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"Ohhh, God, Mom! Don't stop!" he groaned as he squeezed her spongy breasts. He could feel his balls starting to churn as it slid between her lips.
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"What about fucking my big breasts, do you like my breasts?"
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"Definitely!" he said as he pinched her nipple.

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Squeezing her lips tighter around him, she rocked her mouth a little faster, desperate to coax out his next load. Edward couldn’t believe it, never in his wildest imagination did he ever think she’d let him shoot his hot cum on her face, suck him off. Recognizing how close he was, Barbara abandoned pretense and started sucking him with a vengeance, watching his face, ready to pull off a moment's notice.
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"Gonna... gonna cum!"

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"And I love your cum, honey! Shoot it, baby, …shoot it all over mommy’s face.”

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Barbara pulled it out of her mouth just in time to feel a thick glob hit the bridge of her nose. She was so close that she was taking it full-force this time, letting the cum shoot straight ahead as it spewed from the swollen cockhead that was just inches from her face.
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Beside herself with delight, Barbara groaned happily as the warm gooey ropes pelted her face. After three creamy loads, Barbara was absolutely soaked by her son’s sticky goo. Her shiny, blonde locks were filled with gooey white gobs, and even the carpet underneath her had become stained from all the run-off.
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Edward groaned deep in his chest as he jerked the last …

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Defiling Mom

Part-5-of-6

The Next Step

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Edward groaned deep in his chest as he jerked the last few shots out. He rubbed the head of his cock against his mother's lips and Barbara took it into her mouth, lapping at his pee-hole to catch as much leftover cum as she could.
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"Ohhh, fuck," he panted. "You're the best, Mom."
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Barbara grinned at him as she let his cock slip out of her mouth. She probably was the best, she thought. How many other mothers would grant their sons such a request? Her cum-covered face gave her a sense of pride that few other things ever had.
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"Wipe my face with your cock, baby and then let me taste you."
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They spent the next few minutes doing a make-shift job of cleaning up, as Edward smeared his cock across her face and Barbara sucked the cum from it. After three unbelievable orgasms, she noticed his cock was finally starting to soften. It was somewhat of a blessing in disguise.
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She knew she would allow her son to fuck her. Even though she'd never gone that far with her father, Barbara couldn't think of a more loving, motherly act than spreading her legs and giving Edward access to all the sex he'd ever want or need. She couldn't wait to feel his cock shoved inside her. Her pussy was absolutely throbbing, and her panties were so soaked that she envisioned a large wet spot underneath her.
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But it would have to wait. It was getting late and she'd already been gone longer than she anticipated. Her husband was surely starting to wonder about her, and with all the time she planned to spend with Edward in the coming weeks, she didn't want to give James any reason to get suspicious. She needed to take a shower to wash off all the cum, and then she needed to go.
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As she explained the situation, Edward had just one lingering question. "I know I said that doing this would just be for my birthday, but... Mom, I gotta keep..."
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Knowing exactly what he meant, Barbara quickly eased his fears. "I know, baby. Don't worry. Now that I've tried it, I'm not going to stop.”

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Relieved, Edward let out a long sigh of relief.

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"Besides," she told him, "I know of an even better birthday present. I'm going to give you a little welcome back party."
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"A welcome back party?"
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"Mm-hmm. You came out of me twenty years ago. Now, how would you like to go back inside of me?"
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Edward was stunned when he realized what she meant. Giving him a wink, Barbara gave him a quick peck on the cheek with her cum coated lips and then walked hips swaying provocatively into the bathroom to start up the shower.
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While she waited for the water to get hot, she found herself starting to regret her behavior. It wasn't that she'd taken those face-fulls of cum that up set her, instead it was that she'd gone far too long without doing it. She decided right then that she wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Fucking her son would become a family tradition that she'd practice as often as possible.
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It was two days later before she could get there again.

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With no preliminaries, Barbara went straight to the bedroom and started stripping. As Edward walked in the door, Barbara smiled and opened her legs so that Edward had complete access to her pussy.
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"Give it to me, Edward," she encouraged as she scooted her hips towards the edge of the bed.
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As Edward guided his cock into his mother's swollen, pink slit, his mind was a swirl. He couldn’t believe the turn that his life had taken in the last few days. . And now to cap it all off, he was going to do it. He was going to fuck her. !
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"Here we go, mom," Edward sang out as he pushed the head of his cock between the soft, pink lips and into the warm folds of her pussy. Barbara let out a contented groan as her pussy spread open. She was tighter than Edward had anticipated. Pushing, inch by inch he continued sliding himself inside her, filling his mother with his thick cock.
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"Ohhh, baby! Oh, shit!" Barbara cried. "Fuck me, Edward!"
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Eagerly Edward did as his mother asked. He slid his cock out of her until just the head was left inside, then shoved it back in as he began a steady rhythm of pumping in and out of her. .
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"Oh! Oh! Oh, yeah!" Barbara moaned.
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Edward's eyes were fixed on his mother's breasts as they bounced in a steady rhythm to his strokes. Her eraser-like nipples making little circles in the air as her large globes bounced up, down, and off the sides of each other. He had never seen anything quite so amazing.
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Likewise, Barbara's eyes ran up and down her son's body. What a stud he's turned out to be, she thought. She hadn't seen him with his shirt off in a few years. And from his size he’d obviously been working out. His muscles were flexing and shining with sweat as he worked.
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When Edward finally looked away from his mom's swaying breasts, their eyes met. They both smiled as Edward groaned, "Holy shit, mom. I can't believe that I'm fucking you."
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"Me neither, sweetie and you're doing so good."
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Mesmerized, Barbara sat up on her elbows and watched as Edward's big cock pumped in and out of her pussy. She had always liked visual stimulation, and knowing that the cock she was watching belonged to her son made Barbara even hotter. Sensing how excited she was, Edward sped up the speed of his strokes, fucking his mother steadily faster and faster. Barbara groaned and grabbed his shoulders.
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"Yeah, just like that," she shrieked, “Right there, fuck me right there! Ooohhhh god, yes!"

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Barbara tried humping her hips towards him, wanting to get Edward's cock as deep inside her as it could go. She’d been close to cumming when he stopped fucking her pussy, and she could feel another one building up from deep inside her. "Don't stop, Edward, I'm gonna cum! Oh god, Mommy's gonna cum!"
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Edward grunted and fucked her even harder, desperate to give his mother the best orgasm possible. Barbara squealed and trembled as she felt the waves of pleasure overtake her. "Ohhhhhhhhh, I'm cumming!!! Ooohhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
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Laughing with delight, Edward continued fucking her through her orgasm, feeling the spasms as her pussy clenched and squeezed at his cock. He only slowed down his strokes when his mother finally stopped shaking beneath him.
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"Edward, stop for a second, sweetie,” Barbara panted.
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Edward stopped fucking and pulled out of her.
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"I just need a minute. Mommy's pussy gets really sensitive after she cums."
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"It's okay, Mom," he told her.
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As Barbara tried catching her breath, it gave Edward a chance to watch her breasts heaving. Suddenly, a thought popped into his head.
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"Um... Mom?"

"Yeah, honey?"

"There’s something else that I’d like to do.”

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"Yes?"
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"Have you …ugh, ugh…ever …ugh, ugh… taken it... in the ass?"
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Barbara bit her lower lip. She'd had anal sex on several occasions, first out of curiosity and then out of enjoyment. She’d had to coax her husband, James into trying it with her, because he hadn’t wanted any part of it. But Barbara liked having her asshole played with, and that had naturally led to the next step. Her husband James might not like fucking her in the ass, but Edward was another story. She was still tingling from the intense asshole licking he had given her the last time she was her. Barbara looked at Edward's throbbing cock, just inches from her face and knew that she had to feel it in her ass.
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"Yes, sweetie, I have."
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"Well, uh... maybe we could..."
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"Young man, I'm shocked," Barbara said with a playful sternness to her voice. "Are you saying you want to fuck your mother up the ass?"
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"Hell, yes," Edward told her.
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"Ooh, I had no idea you were so nasty, baby."
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Edward gave a shrug and Barbara laughed.
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"Well, I think that can be arranged," she said. "But we're gonna need some lube..."
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One step ahead of her, Edward reached to the drawer of his night stand and pulled out a jar of Vaseline that he occasionally used when he jerked off.
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"Anything else in there I should know about?" Barbara asked with a grin.
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"Uh... no, I just..."
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"I understand, sweetie. Now spread it all over your cock."
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Edward scooped up a big glob of petroleum jelly as Barbara positioned herself on the bed. After getting on her hands and knees, she let the upper half of her body rest on the mattress with her ass pointing up in the air. She kept her head turned to the side so she could …

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Defiling Mom

Part-6-of-6

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Edward scooped up a big glob of petroleum jelly as Barbara positioned herself on the bed. After getting on her hands and knees, she let the upper half of her body rest on the mattress with her ass pointing up in the air. She kept her head turned to the side so she could watch her son behind her.
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Edward smeared the Vaseline all over his pulsing erection. Barbara softly swayed her hips back and forth, as she waited for what was about to come. Watching his mother's ass had Edward hooked again. "Want me to lick it first, mom?"
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"Ooh, you read my mind."
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Leaning down, Edward parted the tanned, toned cheeks of his Mom’s ass and repeatedly ran his tongue over her asshole. Barbara shivered as Edward's tongue flicked at her little hole. When she felt it puckering with anticipation, she moaned, "That's enough, Edward. I want you in me."
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Edward stood up and aimed the head of his lubed cock directly at his mother's ass. He had never fucked a girl in the butt before and wasn't sure what to expect.
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Sensing his nervousness, Barbara told him to, "Go slow so I can get used to you, okay?"
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Edward nodded. He put his cock up against her tight little asshole and began to slowly push it in.
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"Ohhhhhhhhh! Ooohhhh, fuck!" Barbara moaned as he pierced her sphincter.
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"Is it okay, mom? Am I hurting you"
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"Yes, baby its fine. Keep going."
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Little by little, Edward carefully pushed his cock farther up his mother's ass. It was hot and smooth, unlike anything he'd ever felt before. It was also incredibly tight, much more so than her pussy. It was like a hand gripping his cock and squeezing it hard.
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Barbara grunted as she felt him going deeper.
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"Oh, shit! Ugggggghhhhh."
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It hurt a little, but Barbara could take it. She couldn't wait for him to start fucking. "Edward, oh my god, your cock is so big," she panted. "Oh, fuck, you're stretching my asshole open! Unnnhhhh!"
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Finally, Edward's balls came to rest on her pussy. His entire cock was inside his mother's ass.
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"It's all the way in, mom."
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"Oh, baby, fuck your mother’s ass and fuck it good!"
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Edward didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed her hips and started ramming his cock in and out, driving his throbbing cock up his mother's butt. Barbara moaned wildly and humped her hips backwards to meet his strokes. "Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck! Ohhh, Edward, you're so deep!" she wailed and she bucked wildly back against him.
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For the next few minutes the only sound in the room was Barbara's deep grunting as her son's cock drove in and out of her asshole. She was going to be sore afterwards, but it was well worth it. Her husband's cock didn't feel half as big in her ass as Edward's did. Caught up in her own lust, she reached down between her legs and franticly rubbed her clit while Edward fucked her.
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Wanting to keep it going as long as he could, Edward let his mind wander so he wouldn’t cum too fast. He thought about the absurdity of the entire situation. A recession and his stepfather losing accounts, who would have thought two such serious situations, would lead to this? Before this week, a peck on the lips was the most he'd ever gotten from his mother. But already this week she'd given him a blowjob and swallowed, he'd licked and fucked her pussy, sucked her breasts, and now he was actually fucking her up the ass. It sure is strange how things work out.
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The sound of his name snapped Edward back to earth.

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"Ooohhhh, Edward! This feels so good!"
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"Yeah? Do you like my cock up your ass, mom?"
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"I love it, baby! I love your cock in my ass!"
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Edward plowed into her a few more times, then pulled out completely, watching as his mother's asshole stayed open in anticipation for more. Laughing, he slid back inside her and continued fucking.
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"Oh, fuck! I'm gonna cum again!" she wailed as she continued to rub her clit.

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"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!! Ohhhhhhhhh, Edward!!!" shrieked Barbara as her entire body exploded with pleasure. Her pussy gushed out juice onto her hand as her ass muscles contracted around Edward's cock, squeezing it tightly. Barbara had never cum that hard before. She was almost in shock as the sensations finally died down.
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His mother's ass gripping his cock during her orgasm had pushed Edward over the edge. He continued fucking as he felt his balls start to boil.
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"Mom, I'm gonna cum!"

Barbara quickly leaned forward causing Edward's cock to slip out of her ass with a small 'pop'. She spun around on the bed and grabbed his cock, jacking it off as hard as she could. She wouldn't have minded an explosion of cum up her ass, but Barbara wanted to taste him again. She had loved his first load too much to let this one get away.
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Edward fucked his greasy cock into his mother's hand, watching her breasts jiggle up and down as she jacked him off. .
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"Ooohhhh, here it comes!!" he moaned helplessly. Then a huge rope of cum exploded from Edward's cock and splattered across Barbara's face. She continued to jack him off as more shots spurted out, coating her lips, neck, and chest in his cum.
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"Ooohhhh, yeah!!" groaned Edward, as a few final shots dribbled onto his mother's breasts. He couldn't believe he had shot so much, considering that he'd already cum twice that day.
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"Oh, my baby. Ohhh, Edward,” cooed Barbara with delight as she licked the cum off her lips. She looked down at the gobs running down her chest and wiped them up with her hand, savoring every drop as she sucked it from her fingers.
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"God, that was great, mom."
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Barbara pulled her son towards her and they collapsed onto the bed together. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so satisfied and content.
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"Wanna do it again?" Edward asked.
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Barbara laughed. She wasn't used to having a man with such endurance wanting to fuck her.
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"You better save your strength, baby. I think I might take an extra week of vacation, so you're gonna need it."
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Edward grinned as his mom cuddled up beside him. This had definitely turned out to be a pretty good day.

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About a week later her son, Edward called, “Mom, I'm in a jamb and I need your kelp?’

“Does that mean that you have an erection and you want me to come over and suck your dick?’ she laughed.

“Sort of,” he said. “You know how you encouraged me to pledged the most prestigious frat on campus. Well, I did and tonight I was having a small get together for the membership committee. The outcome of the party could make the difference between whether I get in or not… and my stripper didn’t show.”

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“And you want me to fill in as the stripper?”

“Why not, after all you’re the hottest girl I know. And it’ll be safe Mom, none of the guys know you.”

“Do you mean stripper or prostitute?” she laughed.

“Does it matter,” he laughed, “And, there’s only 3-of us. And think how hot it’ll be kneeling in the middle of the floor while 3-guys stand around you bombarding you with cum.”

The more Edward talked, the more his Mom’s pussy twitched. “If I'm going to do this there’s 2-problems. First, it’ll take me an hour to get a costume together and get over there.”

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“No problem.”

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“And second, 3-guys aren’t enough. Use that hour to recruit 3 or 4-more guys.”

“All right, Mom.”

“I'm not Mom, I'm Stacey …Stacey, the cum slut. See you in an hour, looking like a total slut and ready to dance.”

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The end…

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