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From: "NC" <hairpinbend@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} My Son's New Habit (m/F, mother/son, inc)
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Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2006 12:10:02 -0400
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My Son's New Habit
by NC (m/F, mother/son, inc)

At the age of 17, my son took up this peculiar habit. He started sleeping
naked. And when I say `naked', I mean completely naked. I found that
strange, but you know kids these days. I figured it was some kind of phase.
He probably thought it was `cool' to sleep naked. Made him feel like a rock
star or somethin'. I tried to talk some sense into him, but nothing. Not
only did he not listen to me, he wouldn't even bother to close the door of
his goddam room.

Well, anyways. I ignored him for the longest time. But, you know, I always
wake up first, and I have to pass outside his goddam room every 2 minutes. I
mean, it's not like we live in a fuckin' mansion or anything. It's a just a
small apartment. So, as I was saying, I was passing outside his room and I
couldn't help taking a glance every now and then. I swear to God, every time
I looked... every single time... it was the same thing always. He lay on his
back and he had this huge erection that looked as if it was ready to bore a
hole into the damn ceiling. That boy had the biggest dick I've ever seen in
my entire life. And he was always hard. His erection seemed to last forever.
I'm not kidding. I don't think I ever saw him once without one.

But, whatever. I told you, at first I was just taking the odd glance. But
these glances started lasting longer and longer. Until you couldn't call
them glances no more. I mean, when you look at somethin' 10 minutes
straight, is not really a glance, is it now? But that wasn't enough. After a
while, I would get into his room and sit on the edge of his bed so I could
have a better view. God forgive me, but I just couldn't help myself.

From that close, I could see things I couldn't see before. The big hairy
balls, the veins on his dick and everything. But what surprised me more was
that his cock was not only rock-hard, it was kinda shaking too. I'm not
exaggerating here. That monster dick of his was throbbing and twitching like
crazy. And the tip was covered with pre-cum. Don't know what that boy was
dreaming all the time, but it must have been good. And then one day, I
decided I wanna touch it. At first I kinda felt it with my fingers, as if I
was a doctor or somethin', but it was so fuckin' hard that I just couldn't
resist, so I grabbed it firmly and started sliding my hand up and down till
I made him cum. That's right. That sonuvabitch cock of his started spurting
cum all over the place.

Only then I realized what I'd done. I had masturbated my son. You think that
would shock me terribly or something. Well, it did. For the rest of the day
I was feeling like shit. Like I was the sickest person alive. That didn't
stop me though from doing it again the next day... and the next... and every
single day since then. And if you think I stopped there, you are mistaken.
After a few days, I shoved that horse dick of his, into my mouth. Oh yeah, I
sucked him off really good. And I swallowed his cum and everything... till
the last fuckin' drop. God damn him. Not only his cum was piping hot, it was
pretty tasty too.

So, I kept doing this call-it-what-you-want thing every morning and
all that time, Billie didn't have a clue. Or at least that's what I thought.
You see, one morning, he woke up earlier than usual and came in the kitchen
where I was doing the dishes. I didn't notice him, till he was one step
behind me. I turned around ready to say `good morning' and everything and I
saw him standing there naked, with that goddam huge erection of his almost
touching me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Go put some clothes on for
Chrissake," I told him angrily.

"Why don't you get on your knees and suck it a little bit for me, mom?" he
said.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Get out of my sight. NOW." I hollered.

"Oh come on now. Do you think I'm dumb or somethin'? I know that you've been
sucking my cock every morning. Don't get all shy on me now," he sniggered.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about. You're crazy. You've lost
your mind," I said, crossing my arms and averting my gaze guiltily.

And then I saw that he was holding this silvery thing in his hands. It was a
camera. That bastard had hidden it somewhere in his room and had the whole
thing on tape. He showed it to me right there. There I was, sneaking into
his room, sucking his dick off, sneaking out again.

"I would get down to my knees if I were you mom. I'm sure you don't want
anyone to find out about this," he said with a smirk.

That little bastard! He really had me. Such a thing could really ruin a
person. So, I fell down on my knees and did what I was told. I sucked his
dick and I licked his balls and I did every little sick thing he told me to,
with my mouth. But do you think that was the only thing that Billie wanted
from his old mom? No, `course not. He wanted a good fuck. That's what he
really wanted. So he made me turn around, took my skirt off, pulled my
panties down and started fucking me from behind.

"You are a sick pervert," I told him, "doing such a thing to your mother!"

"Oh, that's so rich coming from you, mom," he replied mockingly, giving me a
helluva smack on the ass. "Now shut the fuck up and let me enjoy this!"

And he was enjoying it alright. He was really having a ball fucking and
teasing me like that, slapping my ass every 2 seconds, until he finally came
inside me. I won't lie. I enjoyed it too. Probably more than he did. And I
would probably sit there and take it even if he hadn't blackmail me.

So, now you know. Needless to say, that wasn't the end of the story. On no!
It goes on until today. Every time Billie is horny, he has to fuck his old
mom. I can't complain or anything. The boy is horny 24/7. Oh, and I don't
give a damn what you think of me. I haven't felt this good since God knows
when and that's all that matters. You can all screw yourselves for all I
care.

The End
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Comments are always welcomed and appreciated.
NC

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