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   I miss Mom.  I really loved her.  I never knew my father.  Mom always
said he was a good man but that he couldn't handle commitment so he went
away before I was born.  I didn't care though.  I had Mom.  The fondest
memories of my youth were the times when she and I would lounge for hours
in the hot bath.  OK, so it wasn't for hours `cause the water got cold, but
to me as a kid it seemed like hours.  I'd lay there leaning against her
chest.  Mom would reach around and play with me.  My little dick would get
so hard at her touch.

   It wasn't until I was about 11 or 12 that she could actually make me
cum. That memory is indelibly etched in my mind.  We were in Cancun on
vacation.  That evening we'd gone to a fabulous restaurant at a nearby
hotel, the wine had flowed freely and we were both pretty tipsy.  Mom
looked great.  She was wearing a pale blue skirt that seemed to float in
the ocean breeze, a white bandeau halter over her beautiful tits, her
tanned shoulders bare, tiny sandals on her slender feet.  I was so in love
with her, so proud to be the man with her.

   We walked arm in arm back to our hotel, stopping along the way to kiss.
Mom's kisses were special kisses, soft, tender, loving but demanding.  I
love the feel of her sweet tongue in my mouth as we kissed.  I took her
head in my hands and pressed her mouth against mine as Mom reached down and
grasped my hard little dick.  I felt her unzipping my board shorts, happy
that I had gone commando so she could easily touch me.  There on the dark
beach, Mom dropped to her knees and took my little 3" dick in her mouth.  I
think it may have reached 4" that night.

   Mom was great, I felt her warm tongue glide over me, her suction was not
too hard, not too soft.  Like Momma Bears bed, it was just right.  I wanted
to get naked right there, I wanted Mom to touch my butt, to touch that
special spot that only she touched.  I wanted Mom more than anything.  I
loved my Mom.

   I felt something I had never felt before, like a whirlwind of feeling,
something that started in my toes, that tingled up my legs, my legs grew
weak, I thought I would fall, Mom bobbed her head back and forth, my balls
seemed to pull up tight under me, my head began to swirl.  I don't know
what overcame me but I began to moan, I began to make a howling sound I'd
never made before.  I grasped Mom's head and shoved her hard against me.

   Things went dark.  For just a moment, at least I think it was just a
moment, I lost consciousness.  I passed out.  I awoke in Mom's arms, laying
on the cold sand of the Cancun beach.  Mom was kissing me, a different
taste to her kisses, cuddling me against her, warming my body with hers,
sharing her softness with me.  When I

   "I love you, son." was all she needed to say.

   I stayed with Mom until I was 27.  My daughter is also my half-sister.
She's 9 now.  Every night as she and I lay in bed together we talk about
Mom and how much we miss her, wondering why she left us for another woman.
But Angela and I are OK together.  She had her first orgasm just last week
and I have to stop typing now.  She's calling for me.