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Nubile TreatAs for Ned's own thoughts, they had turned to contemplation. A mother and a son. Having her up there on him, controlling the action, was like being a baby again and having her serve his needs. It was wondrous, magical. He lay back, eyes closed, dreaming. An image of Cecilia Peters came to his mind, his virgin kissing cousin, the girl who'd dumped him that night. Her brother Farley was his closest friend – they'd played side by side on the high school football team – and Ned had sometimes imagined himself in Farley's shoes, seeing Cecilia prancing nude around the house, or in her bra and panties. Now he suddenly imagined his two cousins fucking away. Why not? He'd just done it with his mother, and he had sometimes pictured himself humping his sister Nell. As he lay there, these thoughts floated in his mind: naked bodies, penises, cunts, tits. It was a pleasant mirage of mothers and sons and sisters and cousins. Over him, his mother lay bare-assed and sweating. Her eyes were closed too, and a smile was on her face ...» |
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