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Authors name: Chili Repost
Story Title : Sordid Conception - Part 3/7
(inc, oral, mother/son)
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SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 3
BY CHILI PEELER
"Hmm!" he grunted.
"Wake up, sleepyhead." She massaged his back for a
moment and he raised his head up and turned it toward
her.
"What time is it?" he asked, yawning.
"About 8:30. You have some friends over last
night?"
"Yeah, a few guys. I could use some more sleep," he
muttered and lay his face down on the pillow.
"You can sleep later," Sharon said, "Brenda will
be here soon."
"Oh yeah," he said, a smile appearing on his lips.
"Oh yeah is right. So get up and get in the shower.
I'm going to call Brenda."
Sharon left his room when she was sure he was
getting up. She walked back to her bedroom, sat on her
bed and called Brenda on the bedside phone.
Her other son, Chris, answered their phone.
"Hi, Chris."
"Morning, Mom. What are you up to this morning?"
"Just got back from work. Is Brenda there?"
"Yeah...say, what are you guys up to anyway?"
Sharon played dumb, hoping Chris wasn't on to what
they were planning.
"What do you mean up to?"
"She's been over there a lot lately. What are you
girls hatching?"
"It's a surprise," Sharon said sweetly. "Someone
we know has a birthday coming up." It was Chris's
birthday in a few weeks.
"Oh, all right! Well, I won't spoil your surprise.
Here's Brenda."
"Hi, Sharon."
"Hi. I just made Chris think we are working on
something for his birthday. Are you coming over to get
that item?"
"Yes, that sounds great, Sharon." She was obviously
playing up her end of the conversation for Chris's
benefit. "We could go shopping up at Chapel's Gate...
they have that new K-mart."
'Clever girl is giving herself an alibi for being
in Chapel's Gate,' Sharon thought with a smile.
"Brenda, be here at 9:30. O.K.?"
"Yes." Brenda said.
"All right, I'll see you then. Bye-bye."
Sharon hung up the phone and spent a few minutes
taking off the sheer white, thigh-high hose she wore
under her uniform. Leaving on her white blouse and
skirt, she walked back to Brad's room.
Brad stepped from the shower and began drying
himself with a towel. His head had just the hint of
a hangover, so he dried his hair very carefully,
moving the towel slowly through his hair without
moving his head. He was drying himself between the
legs when he heard his mother call him from his
bedroom.
He went to the door to find his mother sitting on
his bed. She had that look in her bedroom eyes.
"Brenda coming over?" he asked. He hoped she was
going to say no. Then maybe those bedroom eyes were
going to lead to a morning fuck right on his bed. And
she was wearing her uniform to boot!
"Yes," his mother said and his heart sank. Then
she added, "We do have a little time before she gets
here."
She got up, walked over to him and offered him
her hand. He threw his wet towel toward the shower
stall and took her hand. His mother led him to his
bed.
"Sit down, baby," she said.
He sat down on the side of the bed with both feet
on the floor and his mother sat on his left, close to
him, with a leg drawn up under her. Her left hand
began massaging his dangling penis, her palm stroking
the top of it lovingly.
"So, Nurse Larrington, are you here to get my
sperm sample?" he said, hugging her to him.
"If you don't mind," she said with a smile,
knowing the answer. "I mean, what kind of mother
would I be if I didn't offer you a hand."
Brad kissed her on the lips, then began nibbling
her right earlobe as her hand hoisted his hardening
prick up and she began beating him slowly.
"We don't have time for any hi-jinx," she said
when he rubbed her tits through her blouse. Something
in her voice told him she wished that they did.
"Oh, Mom, you're no fun!" he said jokingly as her
hand cranked up and down on his burgeoning erection.
Her small hand could only get a little more than
halfway around his circumference but she used it well,
rotating her hand as she stroked. "That feels great,
Mom....hmmm, yeah."
His cock was at full attention now and aching for
more than a motherly handjob. He could do that himself.
"How about sucking me?" he said to his mother,
again rubbing her tits through her blouse. He could
feel her hard nipples through the material and the bra
she was wearing.
"That was my plan all along, you silly goose" she
said, kissing him again, giving him a hint of tongue.
"I was thinking about it all night at work. I thought
the shift would never end."
She slid to her knees on the floor and moved be-
tween his legs. Brad leaned back on his elbows, looking
forward to the oral sperm collection his wild mother
was going to perform on him.
"Now, you let me know when the time comes," she
said, obviously referring to when he was going to
shoot.
"You gonna catch it in your hand or what?"
"No, I'll use this," she said, picking up a wine
glass on his bedside table that he hadn't noticed. She
put the glass back down and then lifted his cock
straight up in the air. She dipped her face and
planted a kiss on the underside of his swollen glans.
"Brenda's coming over, so no horsing around. You let
me know!"
"I will! Now suck me off!" he said.
She scooted a little closer and took his cock in
her mouth, her thin lips stretching around his girth
as she swallowed about half of his erection, all she
could possibly handle.
"Yeah, suck me, Mom....uuhhh...shit, I love it....
aahh!" he grunted as his mother copulated his cock,
watching her hand and mouth move in concert up and
down, up and down.
Brad liked being sucked almost as much as fucking
pussy. There was something about his dick in a girl's
mouth that really excited him to no end. A girl could
just lay there and her pussy could be doing nothing.
But when a girl used her mouth, then you knew if she
was really hot for you. Especially if they swallowed -
that was true love!
His mother would suck him but she always wanted
him up her cunt when he finished. Rarely would she
take him all the way with her mouth. But, hey, he
wasn't complaining. Blasting her puss with his load
was awesome!
"You are one sloppy cocksucker," he said, in a
good way, down to her. Spit was running down from her
lips to pool around her fist. Sucking cock made her
saliva glands really go to town and he usually gave
her some good natured ribbing about it.
She gave him a look as if to say I'll-get-you-for-
that as she drew her lips right up to the crown of his
cock. Then she tightened her grip with her right hand
and milked upward on his prick until her hand met her
lips. She slurped down all the spit on the top of her
hand and then popped her mouth off his glistening pole.
"There....all better," she said.
"Mom, I'm not complaining," Brad said with a laugh,
rubbing her left arm which was draped on his thigh.
"You can drool on it all you want!"
"Brad! Really, you are so gross sometimes, honey,"
she said, acting all offended.
"Mom, no one sucks me better," he said. That wasn't
the truth but she wanted to hear him say it.
"Thank you, Brad," she said, all happy again, her
hand jacking his dick with long tugs. "Do you think
you're close?"
"I could go anytime you want," Brad admitted. "I
could stall it but that's not why we're here, right?"
"All right, then, uh....why don't you stand up.
It'll make this easier."
She scooted back some, taking the glass from the
table, as he stood up in front of her. He immediately
fell in love with the arrangement. He'd never had his
mother on her knees like that; she'd always sucked him
in a bed. His prick was right in line with her pretty
mouth - it was perfect!
"I like you on your knees like this," he told her,
not shy in expressing himself. "Promise me, you'll do
this again."
"Does this make you feel all macho?" she asked,
fisting his cock again with her right hand. "Like when
you fuck me from behind?"
He could tell she was digging it too. The way she
had said the word fuck, making it sound raunchy, was a
sure sign of that.
"Just like," he said. "Now be a good mother and
suck!"
He placed his hands on her head as she gulped his
fat cock back into her mouth. She looked so slutty
sucking his dick, her cheeks going concave as her hand
jacked him, the wine glass at the ready.
"Beautiful....uuhh....suck me good.....this doesn't
count, you know....I'm gonna fuck you tonight..uuuhh...
I can tell you need...a good fucking."
His mother was in no position to argue with his
lip-stretching erection stuffed in her mouth. She
looked up at him and went right on sucking.
In thirty seconds, he was ready to explode.
"I'm gonna cum!" he panted down at her.
She hurriedly yanked her mouth off him and stuck
his cockhead in the glass as she continued to milk his
boner with her hand.
"O.K.!" she said.
A few jerks on his prick and he was shooting. He
watched the first long spurt of his cum splash against
the top of the tilted glass.
"Oh!" he heard his mother gasp as his vision got
all blurry. He put some of his weight on the top of
her head as his knees got shaky and he spurted again
into the glass. Then he felt his mother's mouth
swallow him again and he pulsed more cum over her
tongue before he was finished.
His vision sharpened to find his mother sitting
the glass on the bedside table by feel as she nursed
on his tingling prick.
"Mmmmmm, that was goooooood!" he said, taking his
hands off her head.
She sucked on him for a few more seconds, then she
kissed his drooping erection before standing up. Her
face was all flush and she gave him a quick kiss.
"I'm going to take this down and put it in a con-
tainer I brought from the hospital," she said, lifting
the wine glass in her hands. She started to head out
of the room and he gave her ass a playful squeeze.
"Thanks, Mom. I look forward to tonight."
She sort of hesitated, giving him steamy look, and
then she went downstairs.
'God, that boy can get me horny!' Sharon thought
as she went downstairs. The way he talked and touched
her always made her heart go like a rabbit. Her panties
were damp between her legs from the blowjob she had
given him and her body felt all alive now. The tired-
ness from working the overnight shift was gone.
She opened her purse which she had left on the
kitchen table and took out the small plastic container.
She removed its lid and then poured a good portion of
Brad's sperm into it, resealing it when she was
through.
The wine glass she took to the sink and washed out
thoroughly before putting it in the dishwasher with
some dishes from the previous night. She started the
machine through its wash cycle.
There was a knocking at the front door and Sharon
went to answer it. Brenda was waiting out on the front
porch.
"Hi. I'm a little early," Brenda apologized.
"That's O.K., dear. Come on in. Brad's done his
business." Both of them laughed as they went into the
kitchen. Sharon handed her the container and Brenda
tucked it carefully into her purse.
"That was good thinking this morning with Chris,"
Brenda said.
"He doesn't suspect anything, does he?"
"Chris? No, he was just joking around. But it is a
good excuse for my coming over here so often."
"You're going up to Chapel's Gate right now?"
"Yeah, I better get going. I'll call you tomorrow
when I hear the verdict
....you know, Sharon, for someone that worked all night,
you look good," Brenda said. "You've really got good
high color."
"Really?" Sharon said. "Well, its the excitement
of what we're doing, I guess. Have a safe trip," she
said as they walked to the front door. Brenda walked
out to her car, got in and drove away.
'Thank goodness she wasn't any earlier,' Sharon
thought, watching her drive away. It wouldn't have
been a disaster; Brad just would have had to finish
by himself.
"Was that Brenda?" Brad said behind her. She turned
to see him sitting down at the kitchen table through
the archway of the front room. He'd put on a pair of
shorts and combed his damp hair back.
"Yes," she said, walking through the front room
toward the kitchen.
"Did she comment about why that sperm was still
warm?" Brad said and began to laugh as he put both
arms over his head, stretching his chest and shoulders
like a jungle cat.
"Oooooh, Brad!" she exclaimed, coming up behind
him and grabbing him by the neck. "What kind of a boy
am I raising?"
"My raising is over, Momma," he replied, dropping
his arms back to his side and tilting his face back at
her. "I think you did a pretty good job."
"Yeah, you turned out pretty good," Sharon said,
letting her hands run down onto his chest. They had a
moment then, eyes locking and passing loads of infor-
mation. Brad's hands moved over hers and she licked
her lips which were suddenly dry.
"Mom, I think we ought to go upstairs right now,"
Brad said softly, pushing his damp head against her
stomach. She knew what he meant and he had read her
like a book.
She was still all wound up from before and the
thought of going upstairs to just sleep was not appeal-
ing. Not when she had her Brad. She hated herself for
the lack of willpower but she needed her baby, not
sleep.
"Make sure all the doors are locked," she said
simply and headed upstairs, her fingers undoing the
buttons of her blouse.
"Oh, baby....let me do it...that's it....leave it
still," Sharon panted against her son's shoulder in
the early morning daylight filtering through the sheer
window curtains.
She felt his hands release her ass and slide up
onto her back. They began a slow up and down rub,
starting at the beginning swell of her butt and going
up to her mid-back.
She took a few deep breaths, settling down a little
from the energetic fucking he had been giving her.
Laying on his powerful body with her tits squashed
against his chest, she could feel his heart as well.
They had started with her on top for a little
variety. She knew it was his least favorite fucking
position but it was her second favorite and he had
felt she deserved her choice after helping him with
his sperm sample.
She pushed her upper body up off his, her hands
putting all her weight on his collarbones. He was
grinning up at her.
"I think I can go all day, Mom. That blowjob is
going to make me last." He gave his half-buried
erection, which was sticking in her pussy at a 45
degree angle, a slow thrust until it was all the way
inside her. Then he lowered his ass back down, drawing
it out again.
"That's big talk," she said, working her cunt
muscles on his cock tip. His eyes closed and he looked
like he was enjoying what she was doing, so she kept
it up for several moments, slowly adding a rocking
motion with her hips that began to slide him in and
out of her hair-fringed honeyhole.
"I bet I can get you off twice before you can make
me blow again," he said, looking up at her.
"I think that would be a sucker's bet, baby," she
said, screwing herself slowly on his manhood. Sharon
was sure her son probably would get her off at least
twice; she'd almost orgasmed a few minutes ago, before
she had stopped him and taken over their coupling.
"If you're so hot, let's cut out this slow shit,"
Brad complained, his hands stroking her sides. The boy
only knew one speed when it came to fucking. She'd been
trying to get him to learn to enjoy a nice, slow screw
but this morning she wasn't going to try to reason with
him.
"This better?" she said softly as she began to
truly fuck herself on his man-spike. Brad grunted up
at her and his hands grabbed her moving ass again.
"That's the way to fuck, Mom!" Brad said, letting
her do the dirty work for awhile.
With her feet and calves pressing against his legs,
she bounced her hips up and down, taking his cock to a
higher angle of ascension. Her slick pussy after their
initial fucking felt wide open, easily taking his thick
erection into her forbidden depths again and again.
"Uhhh," she gasp as the wave of utter lewdness
washed over her all at once. That one crystallizing
moment of awareness that always took her breath away
and shook her to the core.
The moment sometimes did not come but usually it
did. There were occasions when neither of them spoke
in a darkened bedroom. There were occasions when she'd
close her eyes through most of the act and just enjoy
the sex for what it was.
But usually the moment came as it did now. It was
particularly powerful this time because she was the
one in control. She was the one gyrating her stuffed
sex on her own son's proud prick.
"Uhhhh...God...oh God!" she wailed, digging her
fingernails into Brad's shoulders as she threw her
mature womanhood faster and faster on his tumescent
teen organ.
Like always, this was the time when she felt most
alive. She reveled in the wickedness of their act,
wishing that they didn't have to keep their true
relationship a secret. She wished she could tell the
whole world how fantastic it felt to fuck her flesh
and blood.
Brad's hands gripped her undulating ass tighter
and he began to drive his brawny broadsword of a cock
up into her humping hole.
"Mom!.....Fuck it!....Come on my dick!" Brad
hissed up at her.
"Yesssss...uuuuummm....uhh....oh, you're....you're.
..AAAAHAHHHH!"
Sharon shrieked as her cunt convulsed in orgasm and
she fell onto Brad's body where she shuddered uncon-
trollably in his grasp as her loins liquefied around
his still lunging cockshaft. She rode the depraved
rollercoaster of her toe-curling climax until she was
left gasping and weak, her son's erection waiting
patiently in the warmth of her womb.
'God, she is hot this morning!' Brad thought as
his mother lay sprawled on him, her crazy pussy squeez-
ing his cock in a decreasing spiral of contractions.
He had to be the luckiest guy in town - hell, in
the state!
His friends were out chasing girls their own age -
girls that would usually lead you on and give you
nothing or give it to you and then not know what they
were doing.
He'd had his relatively young mother, an experi-
enced lover that had showed him so much. And would
keep on showing him. He'd noticed that she had stopped
dating any men for almost the last year. She was all
his for as long as he wanted her.
"Oooooh, that was heavenly," she murmured.
It had been good but he was ready for more and in
another position. He slid his hands up onto her back
and slowly rolled their bodies over until she was on
her back. His cock slid out of her on the change-over
since they hadn't practiced the maneuver.
"Don't take it out," she whispered, her calves
crossing on the back of his thighs to protest her
emptiness. She'd opened her eyes and he smiled at her
as he leaned back on his haunches.
"I'm not through with you yet," he promised,
sliding his hands between his hips and her clasping
thighs. He grabbed the back of her knees and pushed
her legs toward her head, lifting her hips up slightly.
"Let me," she said. She let her knees fall open
and he took his hands away as she brought her legs
back further, her own hands grasping the back of her
knees. His dick bobbed up and down at the hot sight
of his mother - her knees pressed against her upper
arms, her little feet sticking straight up in the air
and her pink sex, all open and elevated for his
pleasure.
"Shit, Mom! You are so good to me," he said as he
moved over her. He fit the end of his prick into the
open throat of her sex and filled her swampy snatch
with his whole cock in a single motion.
"Uuuhhhmmmm, baby," she breathed throatily as he
entered her.
"Doesn't that feel fucking good?!" he grunted,
pressing in as far as he could, his balls laying on
her ass.
"You know it does," she said hotly, cupping his
face with her hands, letting his forearms hold her
legs back. "Like you know this way gets me off
quicker...you're not playing fair."
She was referring to their bet.
"What do you care? Even if you lose, you win," he
said and began to fuck her. He fucked his whopper of a
cock in and out of her oily, pink pussy, watching her
face reflect every thrust. A closing of the eyes.....a
panting breath through parted lips....a sideways toss
of the face into the pillows - he loved being able to
bring his mother this kind of pleasure even if it was
a by-product of his own kinky needs.
Yes, he knew what they did was perverse in the eyes
of many. An intimacy like theirs was supposed to be
destructive, undermine values and lead to God knew
what.
"Uuuuuhh....uuummmm....oh!...OH!...uuuummmm," his
mother moaned under him.
Brad didn't care where it all led to. His mother
could hate him when he found a girl and settled down
and cut her off.....he could hate her if she found a
man and remarried and said the incestuous affair was
over. He really wouldn't care because he'd had so much
fun, experienced what few did and have thousands of
memories just like this to recall.
"Take my cock, Mom," he said, getting back into
the act. "Aaahh, shit! Spread that pussy for me!"
He began fucking her harder, feeling the early
rumblings of his next climax. He was sure he could
get her off again but winning his bet was in serious
doubt. He should have known that once he got on top,
he was going to find it harder not to finish.
"UUuuuuUUUHHHH.....UUUUUMMM.....OOooooooomMMMMM,"
his appreciative mother huffed as his hips slapped
against the back of her thighs. Her squirrelly pussy
took his driving dick again and again.
"Youhotlittlemother!" Brad said in a rush and
lowered himself completely on her, pushing her legs
back further. He kissed her like their was no tomorrow,
their tongues swapping back and forth as he fucked her
lush lap.
He fucked her hard for another couple of minutes,
the bed creaking under them. Then he felt her fingers
down around his flashing fuck-rod, felt her playing
with her clitty and she went off under him.
"OOHHBBRAAADDDDD!....GGGGAAAAHHHHH!" his mother
squealed and he felt her cunt clamp down on his
plunging prick. He felt his own body want to join her
but he stopped thrusting and the urge passed. There
was no way he was going to be able to get her off
again without losing his load himself.
He moved his hands inside his mother's legs, let-
ting them fall back behind him. She locked her heels
behind his ass as he kissed and teased her right ear-
lobe. He supported most of his weight on his left
elbow and slid his right hand between their sweaty
bodies. His hand began to do a slow figure-8 between
her cute tits as she luxuriated in the aftermath of
her second strong cumming.
"You're being too good to me, Brad," his mother
said dreamily with her eyes closed, "God, you might
win this silly bet." She laughed deep in her chest,
the vibration running through his fingers as he
lightly pinched her left nipple.
"There's not a chance of that," he whispered. She
opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"Poor baby....I can see the need in your eyes,"
she said, running her nails along his back. There was
the hint of a smile on her lips.
"You can not!" Brad said, calling her bluff.
"Oh, I can, baby," she insisted. "And I can feel
it as well...your big, fat cock is swelled to the
max..... I know it wants to shoot all that hot cum
in me.....right in Momma's belly."
'Oh, fuck her! She's going to use that nasty talk
on me,' Brad thought, squeezing her right tit as his
mother's eyes flashed at him.
"I know what you're up to, Mother," he said,
beginning to move in her again.
"I know what you're up to, too, son," she said,
moving her hands down to hold his ass. "You're getting
ready to blast my pussy with a big load, baby....that's
what I want....come on, Brad.....give your mother a
bellyful, baby!"
The mention of baby triggered thoughts of Brenda.
In a few days, he could be sticking his dick up his
sister-in-law's pussy just like he was with Mom. He
felt himself move closer to his own ending.
"That's what you....want, right!" he said down to
her as he began banging away in her soupy hole. "Just
like me and Brenda...what I'm going to do...to her!"
She was quiet for a moment, just making small
gasping sounds as he fucked her. Then she fessed up.
"Yes!....I want to....watch you and Brenda!"
That picture really sent Brad upward - his mother
wanted to see him fucking Brenda, wanted to watch him
shaft her pussy, wanted to watch his jism seep out
around his manhood when he impregnated her!
"God damn!" he grunted, feeling himself began to
lose it. He was going full speed now, driving his
mother's ass into the squeaking bed while her hands
and legs gripped him.
"Cum in me! .... Shoot it, Brad!" she encouraged
him.
"I can't.... I can't stop! ..... UUUUHHHHGGGGMMM!"
he groaned loudly as his balls blew, sending his cum
deep in her depths.
"Oh, yesssss....that's it, Brad!" she said victor-
iously as he drenched her innards with long spurts.
"Give it all to me, baby."
He stopped cumming and was left naked on his
mother, his balls aching from the second discharge of
the morning, not at all unhappy that he had lost their
bet.
Afterward, he lay with her as she began to doze
off.
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Did you mean what you said? About wanting to watch
me and Brenda?"
"I don't know, Brad....I don't know why I said
that."
Brad was sure she had meant it but she was back-
tracking now. Maybe she thought that was too outrageous
but Brad found the idea exciting. He set his mind to
thinking of how to make it happen, holding his worn out
mother as she went to sleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Brenda was a little nervous on Thursday morning.
The big day had come up so fast seemingly. It was only
a few hours until she would be going over to her
mother-in-law's house to have sex with her husband's
brother. The tests on Brad had come back very positive.
'Not sex,' she tried to correct her thinking, 'Just
penetration and ejaculation.' She shouldn't get any
enjoyment out of it, it was just going to be nothing
more than a business transaction. Brad had the sperm
and she should have the egg.
But she'd kept having those dreams.....those nasty
dreams.
"What have you got planned today?" Chris asked,
finishing his breakfast.
"I promised to go over to your mother's and help
her in her garden."
Brenda felt guilty about deceiving her husband but
she put on a pretty smile.
"That's nice of you. I'm glad you and Mom are get-
ting along so well. Why don't you invite her over for
dinner Sunday?"
"I will. That would be nice."
Chris kissed her and headed to work.
Brenda cleaned the kitchen table and went upstairs
to shower.
She turned on the shower and let it warm up as she
took off her robe and hung it on the back of the bath-
room door. Turning to the bathroom mirror, she began to
pin her hair up.
It might have been the sight of her naked body in
the fogging mirror that triggered again the images from
her dreams. She couldn't suppress them. Brad .... that
huge manhood .... all that cum! Her nipples were hard
when she finished pinning her hair, so intense were her
imaginings.
"Why are you thinking these things?" she said to
the mirror.
She tried to break down the components of the
dream.
There was the impregnation portion of it near the
end; that part was easy to understand.
Then there was the size of Brad's dick in the
dream and all the stuff that came out of it. Obviously,
no one could be hung like the Brad in her dreams or
come like that, over and over. Her mind had blown that
both way out of proportion as a sign of male potency,
no doubt. Chris was about six and a half inches and on
the slender side so she couldn't expect any more from
Brad's equipment.
Then there was the fact that she enjoyed the sex
with Brad in the dream, cumming several times. Brenda
enjoyed sex in her real life, always had and always
would. Chris and she had lots of fun in bed, they
would sometimes rent X-rated films, etc.
But also she got the impression that she enjoyed
the dream sex because it was Brad - rude, jerkish Brad.
And he was Chris's brother.
She ran the palms of her hands lightly over her
stiffened nipples. She suddenly felt better, more sure,
about what she was going to do.
'Getting pregnant is the goal....doing it with
Brad might be awkward but that doesn't matter....if
it's good, then that's even better. And there's no
reason to feel guilty if it does...you're not going
to love Chris any less."
Feeling nearly at peace, she stepped into the
shower.
Continued in part 4...
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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Kristen's collection - Directory 5