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American incest patternsGleefully, I reminded her. "I'm in charge now, sweetheart. We fuck like I say we fuck. Now, get on your hands and knees." A frown creased Mom's face. "On my hands and knees?" she echoed, puzzled. "The dog-style position. Oh no, Son. That wouldn't do with your own mother. It's really quite improper." "Piss on what's proper or not proper," I hissed. "Get on your hands and knees. I know what I'm doing Goddammit," I cursed at the delay. I couldn't hold my stiff-on forever. Mom hesitated but only for a moment. Then, a slight smile curved her lovely lips. I was acting like a man, and that pleased her… I was taking charge. "Yes, dear," she murmured, meekly. "I'm sure you know what you're doing. It's vulgar for a son to fuck his mother in a dog-style position but… go ahead." At the moment, I could care less about vulgarity… I knew what had to be done to sustain my erection. Mom, as promised, took up the classic stance of the female bitch in heat. Positioning herself on her hands and elbows, she stuck her ass up in the air and reached back to pat her cunt. "Right here," she called back. "Stick it in the right place." She was afraid I was going to fuck her ass ...» |
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