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I’m a forty year old single mom with a 16 year old son, Billy. My husband left me a year ago for some young slut he works with. It didn’t really bother me all that much because he was a jerk and lousy in bed. He was the proverbial wham bam thank you ma’am kind of guy. No foreplay, just missionary style and cum as fast as you can. I tried for too many years to get him to slow down and let me get ready before fucking but he just wasn’t interested. But he provided a good home and wasn’t abusive otherwise, so I satisfied myself with electrical devices. I had gone on a few dates but so far the guys were carbon copies of my ex. I guess I really know how to …

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Patty Barker was on the back of my Old Indian bike, her mini-skirt up around her hips, hanging on to me for dear life, it was her first ride on a motorcycle and she was loving it. We had just separated from Mom and her father Larry, we had followed them from a beer hall and watched from under a shadowed shop entry while his daughter gave him a blow job, then fucked him. Of course, this turned us on, so while they were fucking, we were, too. About that time, the cops had showed up and were questioning them, and they were about to be in deep shit, so my quick thinking Mom stepped out and claimed Patty as her own daughter, claiming that Patty was 19, and was with her. Patty, just as …

Mom is now my biker babe – with additions Read More »

I was 17, and working after school and weekends for a property management outfit in New Hampshire taking care of summer camps, cottages, and estates for people who lived out of state. We worked out of an abandoned Texaco station, and had a bunch of different old pickups, vans, tractors, and even a couple of boats to look after everything. I had worked with Kippy Kneeland learning how things worked, and was now being given some of the basic repairs to do on my own, along with the keys to the vehicles and tool chests. I had a ring of keys on my belt that weighed a pound and a half. It was about 8pm, I was sitting in the living room across from Mom, listening to the radio (no TV yet, we couldn’t afford …

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Mom and I are sex addicts. We have been living together for the last 2 years, but we have been fucking each other (and others) since I was 16. My name is George Rancourt, Mom’s name is Ramona MacKenzie, because she remarried after Dad died to a guy who was kind and classy, once, but when he developed personal problems, he stopped being classy. Then somehow, he found out about me and Mom, even though I was away in the navy, he became an abusive bum, and damn near ruined her. Mom is still a pretty sexy little cunt, if I do say so my self, she’s pretty tall for a woman, 5ft 9, short brown curly hair, small C-cup round tits, and an ass that every man stares at, and it’s (mostly) all mine. …

Mom, Me, and the Hermaphrodite Read More »

Mom and I had moved to Portland, Maine, after I got out of the navy and came home to discover her with a black eye and a broken wrist. I had caught Francis knocking her around after I found where he had taken her after her he spent all her money, lost her house, and his job. I had left him in pretty much the same shape she was in. I think he knew I was fucking her, but never could prove it. The fact that she was in love with her own son, and I with her, preyed on his mind until he couldn’t take it any more. So now, we were living in a small apartment in Portland, and I had a job as a mechanic at the Lincoln Mercury agency on Forest …

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