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Subject: Mom Moved in on my Boyfriend! (mm, Fmm, inc, anal)
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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEX ACTS, including
homosexuality, incest and intergenerational sex. If you are
under eighteen don't read this.
(All the characters in this story are fictitious. Any connection
to real persons living or dead is pure coincidence.)
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Copyright Viragocurve c1996
All rights reserved 4,$## words
"Mom Moved In On My Boyfriend!"
Chapter One, "Caught for a Threesome"
Brandon and I were squirming around together on the couch, you know,
hugging and carressing, his hands on my ass, my hands on his. I'd
invited him over for the afternoon to watch some videos because my dad
was at work and my mom was out running errands and she's always gone all
afternoon when she's doing her errands.
The middle of July is scalding hot and humid where I live. With just
our underwear on we two high school seniors were kissing and nuzzling
while the Dark Bros. porn vid "The Devil in Miss Jones: The Silicon
Follies, part deux," was just at the scene where Shanna Dohertey takes
Won Hong Guy's cock and Pedro Norte's cock into her pussy at the same
time! The Devil's Negro lackey, Reb Derrisa, told Miss Jones that she'd
have to do penance in the "Ass Ram Room" for the next five hundred years
if she didn't "roust the demon semen," whatever that means. Hey,
whatever. It's porn and it's a hot scene. One of my favorites in the
whole movie.
Brandon looked so beautiful, so svelte and hard bodied sitting
there in his underwear. He reminded me of the character Hart Thorpe on
"Guiding Light": thick dark blonde hair with some sunny streaks in it
combed back with his bangs at the side seemingly alway falling back
toward his face. Sometimes I think he's such a sexy floozy.
I didn't understand it, my feelings I mean, but I wanted him bad.
We had kidded each other off and on over the last year or so about
"doing" each other and we both understood I think from our many bull
sessions that we each liked boys to some extent. I was horny from
watching the video so I thought I'd make a suggestion.
"Brandon, let's get these underpants off."
Happily he had no problem with the idea: he said "Why not?" With
that I began to tug at his briefs and he enthusiastically at mine. Soon
we were naked, our cocks free and standing at atten- tion. We were both
excited, nestled together on the couch.
We looked at each other like we'd never seen each other
before--and except in the locker room at school with flaccid peters we
hadn't seen each other nude like this before, aroused! His cock was a
little longer than mine but not really enough for me to feel very
different about. Its shape was like a prow or a wedge: cut, pointy at
the top, getting fatter at the base, and curved up to his tight stomach
skin. My prick's just the same all the way down. My glans is bigger
than the base and it points out more than up--when the horny tide's
high, that is!
We pulled at each other in a hug and we mashed into each other and
pressed dicks together, and I pulled him on top of me, laying on the
couch. It felt so good, and meanwhile on the t.v. screen nasty Shanna
was getting boffed rapaciously. Horniness was everywhere I looked and
felt.
Our dicks were smearing pre-cum all over, straining with desire.
His cock was so hard, so stiff, jabbing me in the belly. We kissed each
other's chests and shoulders, and he breathed in my ear, "Hey, do you
wanna screw?" I told him, "You bet!"
He reached for his pants, and I thought he was probably trying to
get a condom and lube. I pulled his hand back and I told him, "No.
I've got lotion under the couch and I don't want any thing between us.
I know you're clean." He eyed me for a rough second and said, "I know
*I'm* cool but," he hesitated, "I've never, we've never, umm, before,
you know, and I don't think it's a good idea to take chances." I grinned
and told him, "Hey, I've never been with a guy before and I've only
messed around with a couple of girls ever. You can trust me. I love
you." With that he seemed pleased and satisfied, resigned to the
insistence of our cocks, our horniness and my massaging around his neck
and shoulders. My begging baby blues fixed on him probably had some-
thing to do with his relaxing into things too!
Hell, there was nothing to worry about: we didn't do drugs, go to
lots of parties and get into that head-spinning daisy chain of dating
lots of kids did, and we were well-off kids in the burbs, and, most
importantly, I had to have him! He was as clean and fresh as a whistle
and so was I, and my balls ached with a vengence. We started to melt
into one another there on the couch, legs and arms entwined.
Once he committed to the idea we were off! He started squeezing me
real hard at different places along my torso and arms and worked his way
down to my legs where he held one of my thighs in both hands and
pressed. It felt real good with all his squeezing and kissing. Almost
in passing he put his mouth on the head of my cock and began to gently
suck it. I was a little surprised by the heat of his mouth, the smooth
wetness of his tongue tracing the rim of my glans. Nothing frantic or
eager to please, just pleasure. It felt real nice. Then he slid a hand
up under me onto one of my ass cheeks and squeezed it real hard. If
you've ever had your butt massaged you know I was doing alright!
Then I said, trying to find my voice and dragging my fingers through
his hair, "Let me." The words barely came out my mouth was so dry.
That's all it took though. He knew what I meant. He rolled in to the
crease of the couch and I just scooted out from under in the opposite
direction until I was on top. I told him I'd like to do it from behind
and he nodded. I backed off some and he moved his legs up and turned
over.
Wow but his butt looked nice slightly perched up in the air at me.
There was hair on it but not much and it was all light colored. I
reached down and grabbed his legs and rubbed them all the way up to his
ass. I reached under him and stroked his thick hard cock, milking it a
little and then began to knead his warm balls and then his ass cheeks.
I pulled his buttocks apart and bent my face down; he smelled nice, like
sex, and I moved down to tongue his scrotum and traced a line up to his
asshole. I was so horny I wasn't thinking about right and wrong and
"normal." I instinctively put extra spit on my tongue and pushed in. I
heard him moan a little as I worked past his sphincter ring and that
made me push harder. He just tasted kind of salty. The sex was
making me delirious and open to every challenge.
I felt so excited that I sensed I might come soon so I raised up and
reached down for the Vaseline aloe lotion. I sat up, shook the green
plastic bottle down and squeezed the lotion onto my hand and rubbed my
dick with it and put the rest to his asshole. He laughed and said it
was cold. I said I was sorry but that it would get warm soon!
I leaned my whole body down and guided my prick to him and slowly
pressed into him. He told me to go slow. I waited and took my time.
After about a minute I was in enough to start moving back out and he
moaned again. Then I went back into him and started pumping in and out
with a steady slow motion. I could've fucked like this forever. I
leaned down to his neck, kissing him and went up to his ear and licked
it and nibbled it. He turned his head back to try to kiss me. His eyes
were closed and he humped sexily into me a little bit. Brandon grunted,
"Your cock is so hard and and it feels so good. Go faster, harder!
Come on. Yeah!" I kept fucking him good and steady, feeling him tighten
down on me, driving me nuts. I was getting close to cumming. He was so
tight.
Anyway, at that moment, we're on the couch jamming away; Brandon was
jacking himself and saying "Yeh, yeh," over and over in this low groan,
and I'm way into it, building to a climax. We're both sweating and
grunting and pumping in the July heat, and in comes my mom! Home an
hour earlier than she said she'd be!
We didn't even hear her coming from the foyer through the kitchen
until she came from behind the couch and said, "My word! What in the
name of Jesus are you doing Tom?" I thought, "What the fuck!?" I didn't
dare raise up, still coupled to Brandon and needless to say sporting a
big dick. I looked frantically for our clothes. There was my brunette
mom looking all sharp and dressed up for her errand, all adult world and
forty something.
Brandon just completely halted. We were caught. That was that, and
I answered her defiantly, "Making out ma, what's it look like?"
She just stood there, flummoxed, her mouth open with this weird
frozen expression on her face, like she'd just seen a semi-truck leap
improbably from the movie screen into the audience at some way too real
3-D feature at the matinee. She stared at me hard and said, "Looks to
me, young man, like you are doing more than just `making out.' It looks
to me like you're fucking a boy in my house. What on earth--I thought I
might catch you with a girl one day but this!" She swept her hand toward
us on the couch.
I thought Brandon might me getting crushed under me. He just kept
his head buried in the couch cushion. I felt so bad for him. Mom was
making me angry. You'd think she'd just leave. Like how is this
situation going to get any better if I can't get my dick out of my
boyfriend and get my clothes on? So I thought, "Fuck her!" It was
embarrassing but I slowly extricated myself from Brandon right in front
of her prying eyes, leaving him with his exposed ass and me with this
very raging erection--I'd been close to coming and in walks mom, right?
I was scared and flustered but not scared and flustered enough to lose
my woody up in Brandon's tight hot hole!
"Well mom," I thought, "say hello to junior." With that I got up,
buck naked, faced my mom with my bobbing hard-on and said, "Look mom. I
can explain. We were just messing around and watching one of your and
dad's videos and we thought we'd . . ."
She interrupted me: "Tom, you are disgusting. Standing there like
that in front of me. Cover that thing up for Christ's sake. I'm
extremely disappointed in you young man. I don't know what to say." I
swear she blushed a little and while maybe she didn't know what to say
she did keep staring at my pecker. I thought, "What *is* there to say
mom? You caught us doing the beast with two backs and you won't quit
gaping at us!"
She didn't back out of the room or go back behind the couch like I
thought she would. She just looked at me and kept on looking, not too
subtly, back and forth between my cock and Brandon, who was still laying
naked on the couch with his rear end jutting up in the air. I thought,
"The lewd old gal! She's not even pretending not to look. What is she
staring at us for when this has got to be as uncomfortable for as for
us?"
"Tom," she said finally, getting this strange look on her face,
trying but not managing to keep eye contact with me, "I never thought of
you as a grown man before, with desires and lusts. Uh, your father and
I, we meant at sometime to. . . . Who is your friend? Brandon, is that
you?"
Brandon looked up and said, "Yes, Mrs. K., it's me."
"I never thought you were this kind of boy Brandon. I'll bet
beneath that naked body of yours you are standing just as much at
attention as Tom here. I haven't seen him like this, this excited,
since he was very little." She looked at me with this smirk. "Don't you
like girls Brandon?"
This was making me mad. Who did she think she was? We weren't even
dressed for crying out loud. "Mom, leave Brandon out of this. You
know, you could do us the courtesy of leaving the room and letting us at
least get cleaned up and dressed, you know? What the hell do you think
you are doing grilling us like this?"
"Tom, I'm not going to let you get dressed right away. You two were
fucking weren't you? That's beyond the pale Tom. You need to be
punished and I'm not just going to drop this one. You should be with
girls. You two young men are quite attractive. Why don't you have
girlfriends? Besides, I'd like to see if Brandon really only likes
boys. Maybe this is just a phase for you and I can straighten you two
out about some things, about the right way to do sex, about what God
meant sex to be. Did he pervert you Tom or did you pervert him?"
"No mom. Perversion's in the eye of the beholder. Brandon is
beautiful and we were having a good time until you showed up. I can't
believe you are laying this guilt trip. Whose video is that playing on
the t.v., hmmm?"
"I see that you don't respect your father's and my privacy," she
said and then she stepped over and sat on the couch right next to
Brandon! What was she doing? Brandon started to get up but mom reached
her hands down. She put one hand on his ass and hurried her other hand
underneath him. She was groping for his fat prick! I couldn't believe
it. My own mother! I yelled, "Mom!"
"Don't worry dear. I'm sure Brandon doesn't mind, do you Brandon?"
"Uh, Mrs. K. W-WWHAT THE," he faltered as she must have found his dick and
squeezed on it. He just groaned a little and breathed real hard. Then
I saw that she was starting to massage his asshole with her other hand!
"Looks like my Tommy's been busy here Brandon. Why you are
positively receptive to my touch." And with that she slipped two fingers
into Brandon and he just closed his eyes. She worked her fingers in and
out of him and he just laid there helpless and accepting.
"Is this where you put your erect penis Tom?" she said as she
slowly jacked and finger fucked Brandon. "Tom, you dirty boy, fucking
this young man like an animal." And then she almost cooed to Brandon,
"Does it feel good Brandon to have something in your asshole? You
darling beautiful slut. I'll show you what real pleasure is." I
couldn't believe what was happening. Brandon was going for it. And my
own mother! She must have just been trying to freak us out with her
audacity. What was her fucking game? No matter. *I'd* freak her.
I went over to where she was seated massaging Brandon and began to
hug her. I'd fuck with her mind damn her. I started unzipping her
dress and unsnapping her bra. She didn't blink. "O.k.," I thought,
"let's see what *will* get to her."
I started to work her top down, and Brandon all of a sudden made a
loud grunt and stiffened his whole body. Mom had worked him over and
made him shoot his juice! She said in this maternal tone, "There,
there, that's a good boy. I'll bet you feel better now, and remember
that a woman did it to you without a big hard cock to fuck you with. A
slim finger or two can apply all the right pressure." She knelt down off
the couch and reached over to kiss Brandon. He reciprocated. My mom
had moved in on my boyfriend!
What was I to do? I was horny; still hard, incredibly enough, and
my boyfriend had just come all over the couch thanks to my mom yanking on
him and friggin' his asshole. I said, "Mom, Brandon is my boyfriend,
not yours. What if I told dad what you were doing here? You CAN'T DO
THIS!"
She glanced at me, her dress undone, and one of her shoulders bare,
and said, "Yes, what would your father say if he knew about me *and*
about you? I suppose you think he'd take your fucking a young man in
stride, without pause. On the other hand, life is full of surprises,
detours and strange luck, and your father doesn't have to know
everything that we do, does he?"
Hey, I wasn't thrilled about confessing to my dad that I liked boys.
He was into martial arts, local politics and his law firm. He'd
probably just beat the shit out of me. I just at that moment began to
come upon the idea that my mom was this attractive 40 year old brunette
who had a hot attitude and style regarding sex. I had to admit she
looked good. I'd seen her firm round ass before, in bathing suits and
cut-offs to be sure, and certain thoughts had crossed my mind at those
times. I mean, when your seventeen and the hormones are surging, you're
not always thinking about good citizenship, all the taboos of civi-
lization and abstract virtue. Sometimes you just do what you do and
respond to the hot bodies you see, no matter whose they are.
I concluded to hell with it, I wanted to get off and have fun so I
moved toward mom who had gone back to palming Brandon's ass and back,
and I took her dress down to her waist and removed her bra. She didn't
budge. In fact she helped me as I worked the bra straps down her arms.
I suppose she thought I was going to assist and just sit back and let
her have Brandon all to herself. I was going to finish what I'd started
this afternoon and get my rocks off come hell, high water or an
impossible mom. What's that they say, "Incest is best when lust is a
must"? Something like that, and fuck all it's got some truth in it.
Her breasts were nice to see: full and swaying, with her light
pinkish brown nipples sticking out. I just had to touch her breasts.
When I did she didn't mind. She didn't flinch! I reached from behind
her with both arms and fondled and held her breasts, rubbing a thumb
around each erect nipple. Then I reached down to her dress and started
to wriggle it down off her. She obliged. She raised up some from her
kneeling position by the couch while fondling and caressing Brandon's
butt and back the whole time.
When she was just in her panties I thought maybe she'd stop this
little orgy and make an excuse to leave. She looked in good shape,
curvy but not flabby. To remind her of what exactly was going on here I
poked my prick into her back and tugged at her panties. The panties
came off over mom's beautiful round ass as she raised up to help me and
she wasn't flinching at my pecker rubbing on her back. In fact as I
took her panties off to throw them behind me she reached around with one
hand and grabbed me! She pulled me by my cock over in front of her next
to Brandon and slowly started to jack me off! She slapped Brandon
lightly on the ass too and told him to turn over so she could jack him
too. Now I was blown away *and* horny.
As she jacked both our cocks she went on about how good they looked
and how big and hard they were and how gorgeous we both looked. We
didn't pay much attention though. Our cocks were leaking and straining.
We were ready to erupt. She was flailing away on them too. Her grip
was so tight on my fuck stick I thought I'd burst, like I couldn't catch
my breath. She then went down on Brandon, pulling on my cock still and
pumping on his. She slurped on his prick and licked it, spilling saliva
onto his balls. She raised up to say, "I want you both to come at the
same time do you hear? I want all your come. I want to see your
geysers."
With that Brandon started to come again! And then I did too. It was
so damned weird. My mom was jacking me and my boyfriend in this
intense, frantic rhythm and we shot cum all over her. It was so lewd.
I landed a big stream on her arm and shoulder. Brandon popped her
between the titties with a couple of blasts. Our cocks sprayed all over
at once. We just groaned and grunted and mom kept pulling our dicks
faster, saying, "Yes, yes, oh yes, babies come on! Do it! Give up that
come! Let me see you shoot boys!" Brandon kept groaning "Oww, fuck,
FUCK, FUCK," and I just stood there trembling, experiencing the release
and grunting real loud too.
Mom kept milking our meat while licking the last drops off of us.
It felt great being licked and pulled on for my last bit of cum. Mom
was doing me like I was some anonymous guy she picked up at the wharf or
something. Brandon was having a good time and I didn't want this to
end. Then mom said, "I want more of you boys. You're young and full of
cum." So she kept jacking and sucking us and we didn't complain.
We were soon both hard again and mom lay down on the floor and told
Brandon to lick her pussy. I wanted to lick her too, to see. As mom
was laying there and Brandon moved down to fuck her I thought I'd go
ahead and fuck Brandon, so I got the lotion, rubbed some on my prick and
reached down to spread Brandon's cheeks.
Right before I did that though he started moving up my mom. He was
going to fuck her! She wasn't saying anything, just looking at us in
this dreamy, lascivious way. Then she reached down to grab his dick as
he crawled between her legs and guided it into her.
I got hot watching Brandon fuck mom. He started pumping her and she
started grunting and urging him, saying, "Do me baby, that's so good.
Your cock fills me up. It's so nice, so fat and stiff. OOO-ooo. Oh, oh,
you're so hard, pump me, pump me baby, fuck that hole!"
I couldn't just stand around watching. I walked over and reached
down to Brandon's ass, pried his cheeks apart and rubbed his anus with
the remaining lotion on my hand. I placed the head of my penis up
against his asshole and moved against him, trying to match in time his
humping up and down on mom. I had never been so horny in my entire
life! I eased in to him, feeling the tight ring of his anus give way to
my burning cock, and as I got the beat of his fuck rhythm he moaned real
loud when my prick plunged all the way into him. He yelled out, "Oh
GAWD, that's so fucking good! Tom, don't stop what ever you do! This
is unfucking believable, man, fucking your mom and getting fucked by
you. Mrs. K.," he looked at my mom's eyes, "this is a super double
fuck, huh?"
Mom was rocking with us too with her knees up and her feet rubbing
up against me on either side of my ass. This three way fuck was
awesome. Mom said, "Easy does it boys. Do the fucking slow and deep."
Brandon was raised off of mom onto his knees, partly supporting my
weight. With both of us *laying* on mom we would have crushed the
breath out of her if we didn't brace some of our weight off her.
Mom was kind of cheering us all on, saying "That's it darlings.
Just give it up, get into it. Stick those hard long cocks in all the
way! Fuck mama real good. Make the juices flow. Ooooo, that's it, uh,
uh, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, OH, Ohhh, OH, yeah!" Mom was wild and
I was so close to cumming myself I couldn't think of anything but
driving my dick into Brandon's ass. His asshole was so tight and
smooth. Brandon kept driving into mom, tirelessly thrusting into her
and back into me on the out-strokes. As soon as mom started yelling
"OH, Ohhh, OH," I felt Brandon's ass pulse and his body stiffen. He
arched back against me and the pressure on my cock was enormous. This
was his third come of the afternoon and the idea of him giving it to my
mom, my naked beautiful mom, with me inside him at the same time drove
me wild! I couldn't hold back any longer. I released a torrent of jizz
into his bowels. My cock bursting seed into Brandon, smashing my pelvis
into his butt and giving force to his thrusts into mom's pussy.
When our dual, triple come was over, we all slowed and then rolled
out of and from under each other. We were quiet for a while. Mom
scooted back toward the couch and leaned up against it. Brandon just
collapsed onto the floor and I just rolled up next to him and lay beside
him staring at mom's naked form. She said finally, "Well, that was one
for the books I do believe. You two studs are keepers."
Then she looked at the clock on the microwave in the kitchen and
declared, "Oh shit. It's almost five o'clock. Your father's going to be
home within the half hour and I don't have anything put away or cooking.
Well boys it's been fun. Now clean up this living room and get your god
damned clothes on. Tom, we'll discuss what you've done later." With
that she got up, grabbed her clothes that were in a pile on the floor
next to the couch and headed down the hall towards the bathroom.
Brandon just looked at me for a while and neither of could really
think of anything to say. We loved each other. I knew that. He said,
"Your mom is something. I thought we were completely had when she
waltzed in."
"Yeah," I said, "so did I. My very own flipping mom! Shit man do
you comprehend what this all means?"
"Right," Brandon answered, "your mom's got us good. She could blab
to anyone about us and who knows whom she might tell: a friend, a
neighbor, my parents, someone who knows my parents. It's pretty exciting
though. Shit."
"Shit's right Brandon, I'm not sure how this is going to work
out--or what we can do about it. I did like the sex though! And you
were hot."
CHAPTER TWO, "Breakfast for Two"
The next morning my dad headed off to work in the morning and I came
out to the kitchen to eat a bowl of corn flakes. Mom was busy washing
dishes and straightening things up. I sat at the table and started to
read the comics in the newspaper. Pretty soon I looked up and noticed
what mom was wearing: she had on her robe, which wasn't too odd though
usually she's dressed in shorts, sneakers and a t-shirt. What was real
odd was that her robe was not cinched up with the belt. Her robe was
just open as she stood there rinsing dishes for the dishwasher.
I called out to her, "Hey, mom. Why don't you do up your robe?" She
looked and then turned toward me wantonly showing me her strikingly
smooth nude body. Her shapely titties were covered but her brown patch
of tangly pubic hair showed all too clearly. "Mom!", I said, more than
just a little shocked. And she just kept looking at me with, I swear, a
leer in her eyes, and finally said, "Tom, I've been thinking about
yesterday afternoon. You can't turn homosexual on us. Both your father
and I want grandchildren. We want them to be OUR grandchildren and we
want you to be happy. Being homosexual in this society is not easy and
you'll regret it if you don't find a way to change your ways." What a
bunch of preachy crap.
With that she walked over to the breakfast table and stood right
next to me. "Tom," she said as she put her hand on my crotch, "you
appreciate what we did yesterday don't you, right? You had fun?" "Uh,
yeah, mom, I did have fun and if you'll recall I screwed my buddy, a
boy, remember? What's your angle mom?"
"Angle?", she exclaimed. "What angle could I possibly have other
than to save your soul and lead you to a normal life? My word Tom, this
is incestuous." And with that she gave my cock a squeeze through the
fabric of my shorts. I was starting to get hard. "What I'm doing is an
emergency measure; to show you how a woman makes love. You must stop
fucking boys. How many have you fucked anyway? My, you know about AIDS
don't you? You put your life on the line each time!"
"Mom," I answered, tired of her harangue, I know about AIDS, and no
I haven't been with any other boys but Brandon and that was yesterday.
Brandon hasn't been with anyone else either mom," I lied a little.
"Jeez mom I could have lost my, um, cherry yesterday and you horned in
on the whole thing. I'm still pissed off at you. What did you think
you were doing fucking my boyfriend?" "As I said Tom, you need to see
the options you could be foreclosing by being seduced by a life only on
your adolescent polymorphous lust." Then she bent down and undid my
pants and fished my prick out and started sucking it.
There's was damn little I felt like doing to stop her. Incest, yes.
This was freaky and bizarre but it felt good. My cock grew under her
helpful ministrations. She was sucking hard too. She didn't say
anything except the slow slurping sounds of fellatio. I looked down,
holding her head in my hands and she started to jack my cock with one
hand while at the same time sucking up and down on my dick in motion
with her hand. With her hand she worked my cock as well as I ever did
with mine.
She pumped like a pro and soon had me ready to pop. She knew it
too. She backed off my prick and just stared at its glistening glans as
she wanked it up and down, getting me to give up my seed. And boy did
I! It was the biggest orgasm I'd ever had, jetting streams of jizz
clear up into her hair, onto her robe and on the floor and onto the
table. My dick felt like dynamite and the chair I was sitting on rocked
violently as I pushed it back from the table.
As I came she just oooed and awwed, cooing to my spurts, laughing
with each one's action. "My, my baby, you sure did enjoy that! Your
body doesn't lie young man." She beamed at me as she slowly squeezed the
cum from my cock, bending her head down to lick up the last droplets.
"And now mommy's all hot and wants you to do her a favor. Call Brandon
over."
Shit. This was a mess, in more ways than one. I got up and went to
the kitchen, my wagging and dripping cock leading the way, and got a
towel to wipe up with. I couldn't believe she wanted to keep Brandon in
on this. I don't mind a blow job from my mom really but getting another
guy into this, even a guy as swell as Brandon was ludicrous. I went
over by the door to the garage and picked up the phone.
CHAPTER THREE
(to be continued)
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