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Motherfucker's Revenge
by rache

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Adults Only.
See chapter one for codes and synopsis.


Motherfucker's Revenge

Chapter Three



"I know what we need," Mom said late Saturday afternoon as she walked
into the garage.

I looked up from under the hood of my car as I'd just finished
draining the oil and had started refilling it. I'd changed the oil the
other two cars earlier, Mom's Volvo and Dad's BMW, and washed and
waxed them. I'd vacuumed and wiped down the insides. It was all part
of Dad's plan to teach me respect for the things we own or something,
that and I had to pay the so-called interest on my insurance. He paid
for it with his premiums and I had to pay him back, see? Interest had
been Mom's idea, since she's the banker.

She didn't look like a banker just then however. The day had turned
out to be nice and sunny, and unseasonably warm which was why I'd
washed the cars, and Mom had decided to get one last afternoon out of
her bikini. Not the modest one either, but the sexy one she only wore
in the backyard when nobody else was around. It was bright orange with
strings and not much else, the top barely covering her nipples and the
thong bottom barely covering her sex. It didn't do anything for her
butt except prove she didn't have so much as a mole to spoil her
creamy round cheeks.

She pretty much belonged in a beer commercial, I thought.

"Hi...Mom," I said with a hard swallow and it could be really difficult
to remember that word sometimes - Mom - and I thought she sorta wanted
me to forget it once in awhile.

"We should go on a date," she said, smiling as I drank in her luscious
body and she loved that sort of attention.

Her perfect tits were right there, large and firm and held together
only by a thin string of nylon. The pale valley between looked soft
and inviting and I had the wicked thought of sliding my cock between
her tits, wondering how that might feel. Her waist looked small enough
that my hands could probably reach all the way around her and those
round hips and smooth thighs. She made my dick hurt.

The only girl I knew who could honestly compete with my mom in the
beauty department was Wendy and if I had to pick one? It would depend
on which of the two I happened to be standing next to and that seemed
pretty amazing considering Mom was twice the age of my girlfriend.
They knew it too and competed with each other almost ruthlessly at
times. Like on that day Mom had styled her blonde hair so it looked
thick and wild, kind of curling at the ends the same way Wendy's did.
It wouldn't surprise me if the next time I saw Wendy she'd dyed her
hair blonde. I mean, that's what they were like sometimes...And now Mom
wanted to go out on a date?

"You mean like to a movie?" I asked her and Mom nodded happily.

"Yeah, dinner and a movie," she said. "Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Sure," I agreed. "But, um...What if someone sees us or..."

"You're my son!" she laughed. "We can go out together if we want to.
People do it all the time."

"Yeah," I smiled sheepishly. "I guess so, but..." I took a deep breath
because somehow I didn't think it would be quite that simple.

"But you have to ask me," Mom said, striking a little pose and putting
on her best shy smile.

I hadn't figured her out completely yet, not even close, but I was
learning some of the games she liked to play. Being the shy, innocent
girlfriend was one of her favorites and she could do it pretty good,
although that tiny bikini wasn't helping her act on this occasion.

"Would you, um...like to go out with me tonight, Mom?"

"Jimmy," she pouted.

"Karen," I smiled apologetically. "Do you want to go out tonight,
Karen? See a movie or...something?"

"Or something?" she giggled and turned on her hips, biting her bottom
lip and killing me with her bright blue eyes.

"I mean, dinner and..." I shrugged, feeling nervous and excited and
guilty all at once. Man! She could make me melt inside with her smile.

"And...?" Mom teased me, tossing her hair just like Wendy would have
done it, from one shoulder to the other without any effort at all. She
must have been practicing that for hours in front of a mirror.
Seriously. Wendy was gonna be so pissed when she saw Mom doing it!

"And, um...Have you ever been out to the Point?" I wondered, playing my
part to the hilt.

"Oh!" Her eyes widened and Mom giggled nervously. "No, but I've heard
about it. Are you going to kiss me?"

"Yeah," I breathed, picking up a rag and wiping my hands. "That's what
people do out there."

"What else do they do?" Mom wondered softly, looking up at me as I
stepped close to her.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked her, putting my dirty hands on her hips
and feeling her tits against my chest.

"Yeah," Mom whispered, licking her lips and sliding her hands up my
back to find my shoulders.

"You won't be if we go to the Point," I promised her.

"Oh!" She blinked at me and I moved my hands so I could feel her
perfect ass under my fingers.

"Do you still want to go?" I asked, falling into her eyes as I pulled
her soft tummy against the bulge in my pants.

"I want to cum," she breathed, holding my neck and pulling me into a
kiss.

I picked her up and Mom wrapped her legs around me as I walked us to
Dad's M5 and put her on the freshly waxed hood of the BMW. She lay
there like a blonde angel, panting and flushed as I unzipped my pants
and worked my throbbing cock loose. I found her pussy already hot and
wet with arousal as I pulled her thong aside and rubbed my cockhead up
and down her slit. The entrance was right where I'd left it that
morning after fucking her in the shower and Mom gasped with pleasure
when I split her lips and sank my cock deep into her womb.

"Fuck me," Mom gasped, wincing as my cock found the very bottom of her
sex and only because it felt too good for her. "I love you...Fuck me
hard...Fuck me, Jimmy..."

"Yeah," I agreed breathlessly, feeling my heart running away with
adrenaline as I covered her body with mine.

We kissed the way we made love, with frantic urgency. Mom's hands were
all over me as I held her shoulders and pumped my cock in and out of
her cunt as rapidly as I could. Her legs went around my hips, her
ankles crossed and her heels digging into the small of my back. I
thrust my tongue into her mouth, filling her as she tickled me with
hers. We drank each other's moans along with our spit and I felt her
pussy spasm with her first orgasm.

"Oh Jimmy!" she gasped.

Mom could cum so quickly sometimes, it never ceased to amaze me, and
the sensation was indescribable. The tender walls of her sex would
seem to pull at my cock, grabbing me as I pulled back and then
resisting as I drove into her again a second later. Mom's body
shivered and her fingernails clawed at the t-shirt I wore, scratching
my back through the thin cotton, but it didn't hurt. Everything felt
good and I only wished we were naked so I could feel her silky skin
against mine.

"Ohhh...Mom...Karen...God!" I groaned and threw myself inside her one last
time as my incestuous cock erupted with a flood of semen for her
precious womb.

"Yessss..." she hissed between her teeth, jerking beneath me and lifting
her hips with her own climax.

Our sex had only lasted a few minutes, maybe four at the most, and I
hadn't learned how to control myself yet. I just couldn't last very
long, not with Mom's hot pussy wrapped tightly around my dick. If I
disappointed her though, she never gave me any sign of it. She lay
there obscenely happy, smiling and licking her bruised lips, staring
into my eyes with a brilliant mixture of love and lust that I could
appreciate, but hardly understand.

"I love you," I told her, kissing her again because I had to. The
confusion would return later, the guilt as well, but there seemed to
be less of that with every passing day.

"I know you do," Mom sighed, holding me close and kissing my ear. "I
love you so much, Jimmy."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Hello?" a man answered the phone and I knew he had to be her dad.

"Uh, Hi...Is Ginny there?" I asked hopefully.

"Hold on a second," he said, and he had a really deep voice.

I hadn't met her parents, or even seen them so far as I knew, but I
probably had. The neighborhood wasn't that big and her family had
moved in a long time ago. We'd lived there since I'd been a toddler.

"Who's calling?" the man asked and I frowned at that.

"Jimmy," I replied and then heard the scuffling sounds of the phone
being covered up.

"Nope," he said a few seconds later. "Sorry, Jimmy. Ginny isn't home.
You want to leave a message."

"No," I sighed. "I'll just, um...try back later. Thanks."

And that's the way it had been going over the last few days, ever
since I'd driven Ginny home for lunch and popped her cherry and sorta
accidentally on purpose cum inside her after I'd promised not to. She
wouldn't talk to me or return my calls or anything. It really bummed
me out too because I felt something for the girl. I wasn't exactly
sure what yet, but definitely something and I wanted to talk about it.
I wanted to see her and understand what it meant, you know?

"Did you wash the car today?" my own dad asked me as he walked into
the kitchen.

"Uh, yeah," I nodded. "Why?"

"There's a big spot on the hood," he told me. "You spill something?"

"Oh, um..." I shrugged and even though I knew that Dad knew I was
fucking his wife, and that he didn't mind, it still felt too weird to
talk about it with him.

"Are you taking your mom out tonight?" he wondered and obviously he
had no problems bringing the subject up.

"Yeah, we're gonna have like a real date," I said slowly. "I think."

"Okay." He opened the refrigerator and found a bottle of beer. "Do you
need money for a room or anything?"

"A room?"

"Yeah," he grinned at me and reached for his wallet. "Take her to a
nice one. Spoil her, she deserves it."

"Okay," I nodded dumbly as he handed me three crisp fifty dollar
bills. "Thanks, Dad."

"But make sure you clean up that stain before you go," he told me with
a chuckle. "Oh, and next time..."

"Yeah?" I knew I was blushing.

"Use your car, okay?" he told me with a wink. "Your mom won't know the
difference."

"Okay," I laughed nervously and Dad clapped me on the shoulder as he
wandered towards the den and the college football season.

I needed a shower, but Mom was soaking in her bathtub anyway and would
be for another hour probably, so I had time to wash Dad's car...again.
Mom had left a perfect buttprint on the black paint and it actually
looked kind of cool. I almost hated to wash it away, but she'd spilled
a lot of girl juice too and I had no idea what cum might do to a car,
but I'd just waxed it, so...

"Hey, Motherfucker!" Wendy called out with a grin and I hadn't heard
her coming.

She had her own car, a little red Volkswagen, but she hardly ever
drove it. Wendy was like the worst driver in the world, believe me,
and her dad kept taking away her license because she could get a
speeding ticket backing out of the driveway...if she didn't run over a
mailbox first.

"Stop calling me that," I said, kneeling on the cement and reaching
for the bucket I'd sorta tossed under the workbench with all the other
junk. I'd be cleaning out the garage again soon, so I didn't care.
Another interest payment, you know?

click - click- click

I turned my head just enough to see Wendy's feet in a pair of leather
shoes, those stiletto kind and she sounded like ticking time bomb as
she walked across the garage.

click - click - click

"Guess who!" she giggled as she dropped her red cheer skirt over my
head. I felt Wendy's knees against my back, her thighs against my
shoulders, and her crotch rubbing the back of my head. She pulled her
skirt tight so that I wore it like a mask, if you can imagine such a
thing.

"The biggest slut in school?" I offered and that got a pout out of her
as I pushed her skirt out of the way and stood up.

"That's not a nice thing to say to your girlfriend."

"You're my dad's girlfriend, remember?" I started walking away,
heading towards the faucet outside.

"Why do you treat me like this?" Wendy sighed, lifting her hands with
obvious exasperation.

"Uhhh...Let me think..." I chuckled and shook my head, wondering why she'd
be wearing heels with her cheerleader outfit. I had to admit they
looked awesome though. Wendy gave good feet.

"Jimmy! I've been trying to make-up with you all week!" she said,
following me like the world's most beautiful puppy. "Why do you have
to be so mean all the time?"

"Did you ever think maybe I don't wanna forgive you?" I asked her
seriously, stopping so I could face her.

"No," Wendy replied with a blank look.

"Okay," I shrugged and started walking across the patio. "Dad's in the
den watching the Huskies lose. Hey! Maybe you can go cheer him up."

"Ha-ha! You're so funny." She rolled her sapphire eyes and they looked
more blue than black under the bright afternoon sun. Usually they
didn't.

Wendy had come over right after her cheerleading practice. I knew that
because she'd told me she would for one thing, but also because she
still wore her outfit and it made my heart ache. My cheerleader
girlfriend was hot and adorable and I just wanted to kiss her. I
wanted to be nice to her and tell Wendy how gorgeous she looked, how
much I'd missed her after less than a day of being apart. I wanted to
forgive her, but I couldn't.

"I love you, Jimmy," she said, reaching for my arm as I placed the
bucket on the uneven brickwork that surrounded the swimming pool.
"Look at me!"

"What?" I sighed, standing straight...standing up to her. "I don't even
know who we are anymore, Wendy."

"We're the same as we always were," she told me, putting her hands on
my shoulders and I wanted to believe her. "I've always loved you, that
hasn't changed, and you love me. I know you do."

"You can't love me and have sex with someone else," I said. "Can't you
understand that?"

"Why not?" Wendy lifted her eyebrows. "You're doing it."

"I am not!" I blinked at her.

"Jimmy," she giggled, "you're fucking your own mom."

"But that's..."

"Different?" She made a face at me, pulling herself closer so I could
feel her body against mine. "You love me and you're fucking her. Do
you love her too?"

"Wendy..." I swallowed hard.

"I know you do," she said with a smile as my hands went to her hips.
"That's the kind of guy you are. That's why I love you so much."

"I don't love her the same," I said, but I could hear the lie just as
plainly as Wendy could and she sighed.

"It's alright to love her," she whispered. "You don't have to pretend
with me, okay? That's what I'm trying to tell you."

"Tell me what?" I'd already pulled her close enough to grind my hard
cock against her pussy through our clothes.

"That I love you," Wendy breathed into my mouth, following the words
with her tongue and we kissed for half a minute probably.

I grabbed her ass, tugging the nylon skirt out of the way so I could
squeeze Wendy's butt though her cheer shorts. I wanted to yank them
down and put the girl on her back. We were practically fucking right
there by the side of the house and it would have been the perfect day
for it. A bright, warm day with the pool and the bushes and the shade
from the old maple trees. It seemed like paradise and I had Wendy in
my arms and...

"Make love to me," she whispered, dragging her open mouth along my jaw
until she could kiss my ear. "Fuck me, Jimmy. Fuck me like you fuck
her."

"N-No..." I blinked and lifted my head, feeling dizzy as Wendy kissed my
neck.

"Just take it out," Wendy said, sliding her hand between us in search
of my zipper. "We can do it right here."

"Stop...I can't...Wendy, um...No!"

"What?" She stared at me, red faced and blinking her eyes, panting for
air and pressing her hand between her thighs.

"I don't want to have sex with you," I said with a hard swallow. "I
just wanna wash the car."

"God!" Wendy laughed breathlessly and I really thought she'd be mad at
me, but she wasn't. "Okay. Fine, Jimmy. I can wait. You want me to
prove it? I'll show you," she said, speaking softly and more to
herself, I thought. "You're gonna fuck me someday, you'll see."

I watched her walk away while I filled the bucket and splashed water
on my face. Wendy would be heading for the den and my dad was about to
get the fuck of his life, I figured. She'd do it just to spite me and
I shouldn't have felt jealous, but I did. This so-called deal that my
parents had arranged with my girlfriend kind of sucked for me, just
because I didn't understand it. I really didn't. I'd always thought
that sex equals love. I mean, I know they're different, but I think
it's a choice too. They can be the same thing if you want them to be...
Otherwise, what's the point?

They call it making love for a reason, right? Casual sex? What's that
supposed to mean? Call me old fashioned or something, but I liked the
idea of being monogamous. Getting married and making love to the same
woman for fifty years sounded fine to me. Even if it got really
boring. Even when we got old and fat and had children and
grandchildren and grey hair; we'd do all that stuff together. And when
I wanted to fuck a different woman? That's why God invented jerking
off in the shower. It didn't mean I had to find one!

The problem was that my life seemed to be headed in the completely
opposite direction and I didn't know how to stop it. Telling Wendy no
wasn't the solution. I loved her. But I was fucking my mom and the
more we did it, the more I loved her too...and not in the good way. And
Ginny? I was so worried about her that my stomach hurt and I didn't
know if that was love or not, but she happened to be the one girl out
of all of them that felt special to me...Except Ginny wouldn't even take
my phone calls! And Kyle...Kylie...He was a fag and now he'd somehow
become my other girlfriend, which had been another choice I'd let
someone else make for me.

Kylie loved me; Ginny hated me; Mom fucked me; and Wendy...She was
killing me!

==-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=

"Well, that's not the sort of thing a girl wants to talk about on a
date, Jimmy." Mom laughed lightly and stroked my leg as I drove her
Volvo. We were headed downtown for dinner and a movie, and later on a
room at the Hyatt courtesy of my dad.

"I know, but..." I glanced at her, "...can you just be my mom for a little
bit?"

"I'll always be your mom," she said, squeezing my thigh affectionately
and that didn't seem to be a good sign.

"And not get mad?" I continued slowly.

"Mad?" She narrowed her eyes. "Just tell me what's bothering you."

At least she'd finally turned serious and I took a deep breath, trying
to stay calm despite my nervousness.

"I think I'm falling in love with you," I confessed.

"Jimmy," Mom sighed happily and her hand slid higher, across my crotch
and up to my stomach. "That's not going to make me mad. I'm in love
with you."

"Really? Um..." I already knew that, "...but, I don't want to love you
like that. Like this..." I looked at her hand as it slipped down to
squeeze my cock gently. "I just want you to be my mom, I think."

"Oh!" She jerked her hand away like I'd burned her fingers.

"I mean, you're amazing! God!" I gave her my eyes so she could see the
truth. "You're beautiful and incredible and...I dunno what I feel, but I
know I can't marry you."

"That's what's bothering you?" Mom asked softly. "You want to marry
me?"

"Uh..." I laughed and shook my head. "I don't know. I never thought
about it. I just know I can't, see?"

"People can be in love without being married," she said. "It happens
all the time."

"I know, but I don't think I want to be one of them."

"It's because I'm your mom, isn't it?" she sighed and I thought that
had to be the largest understatement ever.

Her being my mom affected everything. It was like the universe, you
know? We existed inside that relationship and no matter where we went
or how far we traveled, no matter what we did with our lives, we'd
never be able to escape it.

"I don't want to love Karen more than I love my mom," I told her,
thinking that probably made no sense whatsoever, but it's all I had.

"But you can love Wendy more than me," she said. "Is that it?"

"What? No," I sighed, realizing she'd missed the point. "She's got
nothing to do with this, okay?"

"I know you love her," Mom shrugged and looked out the window, turning
her head so she wouldn't have to look at me.

I'd made her angry and I should have known better. I should have
talked to my dad first. I could have explained it to him a lot easier
and he'd know what to do. He knew my mom a lot better than I did and
I'd screwed it up. Mom was pissed and thought I was dumping her for
Wendy or something. I didn't know what she thought, to tell the truth,
but the car felt awfully cold just then.

Sometimes I wished I'd been born one of those heartless selfish
womanizing bastards all those chicks on Oprah complain about. What
would that be like, I wondered, to have the balls to tell a woman, "I
don't care." I couldn't even imagine it and Wendy had been right, I
did love too much. Too easily. And it was going to make me miserable
in the end, I could feel it. I felt miserable already.

"Mom..." I tried softly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

She ignored me.

I cleared my throat. "I love you, Karen, and, uh...I didn't mean to
hurt you."

She turned to me and smiled, putting her hand back on my thigh and
giving me a loving squeeze. "I know you didn't," she said. "I love you
too, Jimmy. You're just a little confused right now, that's all."

Talk about an understatement!

=-==-=-=-=-=-=--=-==-=-

Dinner was served on a fancy cart by a bellboy. Prime rib and all the
trimmings, chocolate mousse, and champagne with a romantic candle to
set the mood. I tipped the guy twenty bucks and he couldn't have been
more than a year or two older than me. He gave me a big grin after
seeing my mom lounging in a hotel bathrobe on the bed. It didn't
embarrass me at all either and Mom thought it was perfect.

"He knows I'm going to fuck your brains out," she giggled and we ate
with the anticipation growing relentlessly between us. We'd decided to
skip everything and go straight to the hotel. Mom wanted to teach me
about make-up sex after our little lover's quarrel in the car.

The champagne, two bottles of that Dom Perignon stuff, had a better
kick than I thought it would and I felt a bit buzzed. Mom too maybe as
I knew she wasn't much of a drinker at all. We were sitting close
together, picking at the prime rib and vegetables, feeding each other
and laughing. We talked about each other, how beautiful Mom looked and
how she liked my handsome face and dark eyes. We avoided anything
serious and no doubts could pass my lips or cloud my heart. I'd
surrendered completely.

I'd fallen back into the hole. Fallen in love with my mom all over
again, and deeper this time. I had thoughts of spending my life with
her. Nothing specific, no real plans, just that general idea that we'd
be alone together, in our own place with nobody to come between us.
The champagne did it. The candle and the luxurious hotel room, the
view of downtown and the waterfront with the moon cutting a silver
swath across the vast emptiness below. My mother did it. Karen and her
infectious smile and brilliant blue eyes, and the warmth of her
personality as much as her flawless body.

The moment overwhelmed me. All of everything and all at once as she
kissed me.

"Like this..." Mom giggled as she lay on the bed completely naked.

She had her arms spread and her even like that her firm, round breasts
jutted proudly from her svelte form. Her dark nipples were swollen and
pointing at the ceiling while Mom bent her knees and rubbed her thighs
together, playing her delicate pink toes along her calves and teasing
me with her spectacular smile and sparkling eyes. On her best day, I
thought, Helen of Troy had never looked so good as my sexy mother.

"Here?" I asked with a grin, holding the plate in my one hand and a
spoon with the other.

"Uh-huh!" She laughed again as I tapped the spoon against her left
nipple, covering it with a dollop of rich chocolate. I did the same
with her right nipple and then added white whipped cream to each of
them.

We ate our dessert that way, with my mouth covering her breasts to
nurse on Mom's mousse covered nipples one at a time. The satin texture
and succulent flavor filled my mouth and I kissed her, sharing the
chocolate and cream between our tongues. I held her perfect tits in my
hands while she cradled my head and we were making love, of that I had
no doubt. I spent ten minutes washing her skin and feeding her, French
kissing the woman with every ounce of passion I possessed.

"What are you doing now?" Mom wondered, smiling and watching as I
spooned the remaining dessert into the valley between her breasts.

"I'll show you," I breathed, scraping the plate to get as much of the
mousse as I could and then letting the china fall carelessly to the
carpet as I moved.

"Ohhhh..." she sighed happily as I straddled her tummy with my knees. My
cock stood long and thick, already wet at the tip and I pushed Mom's
tits together, squeezing the mousse and spreading it into a dark stain
with white creamy splotches.

"I love your tits," I told her, feeling nothing of my usual shyness. I
trusted her not to laugh or refuse me. I loved her as I inched forward
on my knees and slipped my cock into the chocolate tunnel her cleavage
had become.

"Yeah...Like that...Fuck my tits..." Mom agreed, replacing my hands with
hers, pushing her firm breasts together around my cock.

The dark chocolate grew lighter as it mixed with the whipped cream and
a thin sort of froth began to spill down Mom's tummy and around her
neck. She'd grown warmer, her body radiating heat, and it began to
melt the mousse even as I pushed and pulled my erection through the
mess. Mom lifted her head and I helped her, slipping my fingers into
her golden hair and pulling her mouth closer to the head of my cock.

She licked my sweet cockhead as I thrust forward with my hips, swiping
her tongue across the smooth glans and savoring the mousse as I pulled
back. It felt almost like fucking her pussy, but very different as
well. The chocolate felt soft and slippery and her tits were amazingly
firm. Mom would spread her fingers across the top, ensuring my
throbbing cock remained where it belonged, fucking her beautiful body,
and we did that until our impatience got the better of us.

I groaned between gritted teeth when Mom let go of her tits and found
my ass with her hands, pulling me forward until my erection found her
lips. She opened eagerly, watching my face as her tongue swirled
around my mousse covered cock. I moved forward another few inches,
enough so she could rest her head on the pillow and I held the
headboard as I began to fuck her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes.
In and out, I watched the swollen shaft of my prick stretch my
mother's loving lips and I let her guide me. She pushed and pulled my
hips, finding the rhythm she liked and it felt like heaven for me.

My balls slapped her chin as Mom's throat opened without warning and
every inch of my cock slipped into her mouth and throat. I gasped and
blinked my eyes against the intense pleasure. Her throat gripped me
like a baby's fist, so small and tight and delicate, stretching around
my cock so that I could see the graceful curve of her neck distending
outward. She did that several times, until I had to warn her that I'd
cum if she didn't stop.

"Make love to me now," she whispered, pushing me down her body and I
wanted the same thing.

I entered her sex easily, kissing my mom while my urgent cock slipped
once more into the familiar warmth of her womb. My chest fell on her
chocolate covered breasts and I felt her hard nipples against my skin,
perhaps even her heart beating in time with mine while we moved
together. Mom wrapped her legs around me and this position was by far
our favorite. We could kiss and watch each other's eyes while our
bodies were joined. I could see the flicker of lust in her eyes when
Mom started cumming and I joined her immediately.

"I love you, Karen," I whispered over and over, repeated the same
words my mother breathed into my lungs.

My cock jerked inside her, spilling my seed to mix with her own oily
juices. I felt lost and found and loved in her arms and even if I
didn't understand it, I had no choice but to accept those feelings.
Whatever I'd tried to tell her in the car, and I could barely remember
the words at all, it didn't matter anymore. In that moment I loved
Karen more than I loved my mother and she didn't seem to mind that at
all.



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