udish types. Most wouldn"t let me go all the way, and, if they did,

s slightly above average, 7 inches, thick. I keep it mansca

s kinda sick, I know, but Crissy"s personality reminded me of m

reek guy, a former Olympic swimmer. But I"ve been using it as motivation. Hitting the

nt in a woman, and every time I beat off th

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is so narcissistic, always on their ph

ating site or app or Tinder or Snapface or whatever i

on"t take care of themselves physically or are recently d

ctual date. I guess Jack coming over for dinne

say, that I"m basi

ng anything wrong. We just ha

ug, and when we hug, it"s like I feel this ele

to let him go. I don"t know what"s coming over me.

view him as the little boy I used to... It"

slept over, well, that

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e have increased a lot,

on the way home from work and walk ho

y day. Not helpful for the social life, but it certainly helps m

d trying to cook, and my mom makes such healthy, delicious fo

e and food, though, it"

l blue eyes lighting up when she sees me, feeling the warmth of her tight hugs, he

out of it than

s took a, shall we sa

er than usual. It was a Saturday night, and,

d 9pm and drank wine and

ince I was sorta buzzed, but we agreed I"d st

ided to watch a movi

ary movies, and find them more funny than anything, but this on

ne where the doll suddenly appears in a closet holding a bloody knife, my mom screamed a

cheek, was... indescribable. I put my arm around her

wine, I was caressing her arm and slowly worked my han

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cuddling and he starts feeling me up. First my thighs, t

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tle tits. I never thought I"d ever,

h I"d really touch them that it would be by

ng her up... And she

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ke that. My husband and I hadn't been intimat

ent further. That was of course my fi

. I could feel myself

't move my arms. At first. But then I also felt a

e movie and didn"t make eye c

y elbow brushed up against something q

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king hot mom, who I"ve been beating off to for years, fe

g deeply, making these cute, sl

ucked. Now I realistically had an idea. And it made me

ve taken it further right then and there. But it was my mom! On the one hand

me? How fucked up would that be? Getting #MeToo-ed by your mom?! I mean, o

oked down at my dick, grabbed it and

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't know what was happening... It was like...

d into each other's eyes. We knew exactly what the othe

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. I could have pushed him away. Got

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ituations where natur

blouse and matching miniskirt. I'd been feeling her up

it was because I was her son or just that she'd not

uard fell, dam

. Her lips were moist and I could

meet mine. So I pulled my tongue out and kissed her lips