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Swimming With Mom
by Shadow Kiss (shadow_kiss_944@hotmail.com)

***

Andrea and Eric are swimming one lazy afternoon, but 
Eric wants to try something else. (F/m, ped, inc, 
reluc)

***

"Come on Mom!" Eric called from the pool. "You can't 
lie around all day. The water's already warm, just jump 
in."

The sixteen year old did a backstroke as he watched his 
mother. She was lying on her stomach in a lounge chair 
next to the pool. Her shapely legs were spread apart 
giving Eric an opening to ogle her crotch. From his 
vantage point however he couldn't get a very good look 
at anything except his mother's feet and calves. That's 
why he'd been pestering her to get into the pool for 
the last ten minutes.

Eric had been obsessing over his mother all summer. He 
had known since he hit puberty that Andrea was, by all 
standards, a babe. He'd even fantasized about her on 
numerous occasions. But like most boys he suppressed 
these desires and went looking for other girls to 
satisfy his urges.

Eric had dated several girls from school but they all 
seemed to be lacking something. Sure they were 
beautiful or funny or sweet, but none had all of these 
characteristics. They all seemed incomplete. What he 
wanted was a girl who could be everything. For Eric the 
total package only existed in one place: His own 
mother.

This realization came when Eric lost his virginity. The 
girl was no novice. She had shown him things that Eric 
didn't even realize he didn't know. He had thoroughly 
enjoyed the sex, but he felt empty afterward. He had 
sex with the girl twice more. During the third time he 
had fantasized about his mother.

Eric really didn't know how to deal with these strange 
desires of his. He knew with absolute certainty that he 
wanted to fuck his mother. He wanted her as a lover. 
The problem was that he knew that he could never have 
her. She was his mother. It was supposed to be wrong. 
So he contented himself to watching her and finding 
excuses to see her scantily clad or even naked. The 
more he watched the more his lust for her grew.

Andrea was not oblivious to her son's growing obsession 
with her. She had caught Eric spying on her when she 
got out of the shower or changed her clothes. She 
thought of it as harmless teenage curiosity. She 
believed that in time he would grow out of it and 
return his attentions to girls his own age. Secretly, 
she also enjoyed the fact that she could instill such 
desire in a teenage boy.

Andrea decided to acquiesce to her son's wishes. She 
got up out of the chair and walked toward the diving 
board. She caught the gaze of her teenage son as she 
passed by him. Eric always tried to be careful to hide 
his desire for his mother. Still he couldn't help but 
do everything in his power to put himself in situations 
were he could admire her body. He didn't know that 
Andrea secretly liked to create those situations.

Andrea appeared to be a decade younger than her thirty-
five years. She took pride in her youthful physique and 
kept fit. She wasn't slim, but her body held the curves 
of an athletic build. Her legs were long and shapely 
and she enjoyed displaying them. Her buttocks were firm 
and her waist was trim. She had a taut, flat stomach 
that showed no hint of the child she had carried 
sixteen years ago. Her breasts were large, but didn't 
sag. In the opinion of her lascivious son Andrea was a 
perfect ten.

Eric felt his cock grow hard as he stared at his 
mother's body. She was wearing a red bikini that left 
little to the imagination. Andrea stood at the edge of 
the diving board preparing to jump in. She flicked her 
waist length honey colored hair back and dove into the 
pool. Eric watched her body slicing through the water 
with ease. When she emerged he actually gasped at the 
sight of her.

"All right," Andrea said, "what was so urgent about 
getting in the pool?"

A sly grin crossed Eric's face. "This," he responded as 
splashed water into his mother's face.

"Oh, you little brat!" Andrea cried. She returned her 
own splash at Eric.

Eric laughed as he deftly avoided his mother's 
retaliatory strike. He quickly gave her another 
drenching. The two of them splashed back and forth like 
two children. Both of them were laughing and yelling. 
Suddenly Eric dove under the water and swam straight 
for Andrea. He grabbed her ankles and she yelped as he 
pulled her legs out from under her.

Beneath the water Eric pulled his mother toward him. He 
grabbed her around the waist and feigned tickling 
Andrea as he pressed his boner into her butt cheeks. 
Andrea felt the strange stiffness against her ass but 
assumed it was her imagination. She wrestled her way 
out of Eric's embrace and surfaced for air. She swam to 
the edge of the pool and stood their gasping.

When Eric emerged beside her she scolded him, "Eric 
you're being too rough. I didn't have a chance to hold 
my breath."

"I'm sorry Mom," he said with false humility, "I was 
just trying to have some fun." 

Andrea pulled herself out of the pool and started 
walking away. Eric followed her. "Where are you going?" 
he asked, "You barely swam."

Andrea sighed and spoke without looking at her son, "I 
don't feel like being rowdy today Eric. I just want to 
relax."

If Eric had been thinking with his head instead of his 
dick he would have let the matter drop. However his 
intellect was being overridden by his libido and the 
memory of his mother's body pressed against his. In 
desperation Eric took hold of his mother's shoulders. 
He dropped into the pool and dragged his mother along 
with him.

Their wrestling match resumed but this time there was a 
more serious edge to it. Andrea was scared by her son's 
actions. Instinct told her to flee and she fought Eric 
as though he was trying to drown her. Eric was equally 
driven to keep his mother in the water. He tried 
desperately to hold onto her but Andrea pulled away.

Eric made a desperate grab for his mother's bikini top. 
He pulled it with such force that it ripped right off. 
Andrea screamed and quickly covered her bare breasts 
with her arms. Indignation was written all over her 
face as she shouted, "Eric what in the hell is wrong 
with you?"

The words barely registered in Eric's brain. His hard-
on was throbbing in his suit. His cock peaked out of 
the waistband and dribbled pre-cum into the water. 
Seeing his mother without a top had awakened some 
animal part of his brain. He could plainly see how 
vulnerable she was and how easily he could have his way 
with her.

Andrea was shocked when her son took hold of her arms 
and pulled her close. He leaned in and pressed his lips 
against hers. He held the kiss for a few seconds before 
Andrea pulled away and stared at him. When she looked 
into his eyes she saw something that both frightened 
and aroused her. She had never felt this much sexual 
heat from a man before. The fact that the man was her 
son was even more surprising.

Eric put his arms around his mother and held her 
tightly. Andrea's arms were pinned between their bodies 
and she was helpless. Eric kissed her once more. This 
time Andrea didn't try to pull away. She allowed her 
son to continue without a word of protest. 

Eric's lips moved from her mouth to her cheek and then 
to her neck. He traced her neckline as he kissed his 
way to her shoulder. Gradually Andrea relaxed. She 
closed her eyes and tilted her head to give Eric access 
to her throat. A stirring began deep within her loins. 

Eric gently pushed his mother up against the side of 
the pool. He took hold of her wrists and pulled her 
arms away from her chest. Eric stared at Andrea's 
gorgeous breasts. They were round, about the size of 
softballs, and capped with quarter-sized pink aureoles. 
Their tan complexion revealed the fact that Andrea had 
been sunbathing topless. The thought made Eric's cock 
twitch inside his clinging trunks.

Andrea's heart fluttered in her chest. She could see 
the lust in her son's eyes as he stared at her bare 
breasts. Andrea's own eyes began to roam Eric's body. 
She was surprised by how truly masculine he was. Up 
until this moment she had always thought of Eric as a 
boy. Now she knew he was a man.

His tanned body was muscular and athletic. He had well 
developed biceps, pecks and a washboard stomach. His 
face was chiseled and angular. His dark hair was 
normally spiked but it now lay flat against his scalp. 
Eric's brown eyes were smoldering with sex. It was a 
second before Andrea realized her son had met her gaze. 
She suddenly felt embarrassed and tilted her head down.

That's when she saw her son's most impressive feature. 
Eric's cock had worked itself out of the confines of 
his bathing suit. It was now fully erect and pointing 
directly at Andrea's bellybutton. At nine inches it was 
the largest cock she had ever seen. Andrea became 
frightened when she realized Eric's intentions. 

The power of speech returned to her and she said, "Eric 
you have to stop this. I'm your mother for god sake. 
Just let me go and we'll pretend it never happened."

Eric wasn't really listening to his mother but he did 
let go of her wrists. His hands moved to cup Andrea's 
perfect breasts. She gasped when he did this but didn't 
attempt to stop him. Eric gently massaged her tits, 
teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Despite her verbal 
objections Andrea closed her eyes and enjoyed the 
feeling. 

Andrea's nipples grew stiff as her son played with 
them. Eric bent down and started kissing her breasts. 
He traced the edges of her aureoles with his tongue. 
Then he put his mouth on his mother's left nipple and 
gently sucked. The act caused waves of pleasure to shot 
through Andrea's breasts and deep into her body. But 
Andrea was also reminded of the fact that this wasn't 
the first time Eric had suckled at her breast.

She mustered her courage and spoke: "Eric we have to 
stop now. This isn't right. You're my son and this is 
incest. We can't do this. Please stop."

Eric ignored her and continued to suck. He gently 
applied pressure with his teeth and licked the nipple 
before sucking it again. Once he got tired of sucking 
on the one nipple he would switch to other. Andrea was 
sinking deeper and deeper into a state of ecstasy. Her 
body was paralyzed while her id and superego waged war 
in her mind. She was oblivious to everything but the 
pleasure.

Eric meanwhile was concentrating on his next move. He 
continued to suckle while he removed his swim trunks 
and let them float away. He took hold of his mother's 
hips and gently lifted her so that her breasts were 
even with his face. He pressed his knees against the 
side of the pool and rested Andrea on his thighs. His 
steel cock was now resting against her groin.

Andrea could feel her son's cock pushing on her pussy 
lips with only the flimsy material of her bikini 
preventing entry. She wanted to say something but 
couldn't. It was as if her rational mind had been 
evicted from her body. It could observe but it couldn't 
act. The bestial lust had won out. It didn't care about 
morality or consequences. It just wanted the large 
piece of meat between her son's legs.

Eric broke away from his mother's breasts and looked up 
into her eyes. Without hesitation Andrea leaned down 
and kissed her son on the lips. Eric didn't need any 
more encouragement. He reached down between his 
mother's legs and pulled the material of her suit to 
one side. He took hold of his cock and pushed it into 
her entrance. Andrea slid down her son's pole until he 
was buried to the hilt inside her. They began to fuck.

They held onto each other to keep from separating. 
Andrea's whole body was bobbing up and down as Eric 
pumped himself inside her. She could feel his thick 
cock sliding along slick her pussy walls. His cockhead 
was pounding her cervix. Eric felt his mother's vaginal 
muscles contracting each time he thrust into her. The 
pressure was exquisite. 

Andrea wrapped her legs around Eric's waist and fucked 
him back. She met each upward thrust with a downward 
pull. She grabbed her son's shoulders and threw her 
head back as they fucked with complete abandon. Eric's 
pace increased as his own excitement grew. He buried 
his face in her tits as he desperately tried to 
balance.

Soon their wild lovemaking overwhelmed him. He grabbed 
his mother's hips and pulled her down, burying his cock 
inside her. He cried out as semen erupted from his 
tool. Ropes of hot sticky come were being deposited 
into Andrea's unprotected womb. The feeling triggered 
her orgasm. She shrieked as her pussy clamped down on 
her son's husky pecker.

When it was over Andrea's legs slid down into the pool. 
Eric's cock slid out as her feet touched bottom. A 
milky cloud floated away from their groins as evidence 
of their deed. They still had their arms around each 
other for support. Their breaths came in pants and they 
both kept their eyes firmly shut. Neither of them 
wanted to deal with what had just happened.

Eric simply didn't know what do next. He had just 
fucked his own mother. He'd broken a taboo as ancient 
as sex itself, and he felt exhilarated. He knew this 
changed everything between them. They were lovers now. 
He could finally have his mother exactly as he wanted 
her. What could he possibly say or do to express the 
joy in his heart?

Andrea was dealing with an entirely different reaction 
than her son. She was deeply upset by what had 
happened. It wasn't only that she had fucked her son, 
but that she had been complaisant in the act. 
Technically she had said no, but she hadn't really 
tried to stop her son. When he started to fuck her she 
not only allowed it, but actually participated. She had 
consensual sex with her own child.

The mother in her told her that it was her fault. 
Hadn't she encouraged Eric's growing attraction for 
her? Then when it was time to assert herself and tell 
her son to stop she had merely given a weak objection. 
She felt guilty and angry with herself. Her son set his 
moral compass by her example. What kind of example had 
she set?

Eric finally let go of his mother and separated from 
her. He wanted to say something to her but he couldn't 
think of anything. He suddenly felt nervous and 
exasperated. He needed to say something. He needed to 
tell her that he loved and that he wanted her. He 
struggled to make his mouth work. With monumental 
effort he said, "Mom… I-I'm gonna take a shower."

Andrea looked up at her son as he got out of the pool 
and headed into the house. She suddenly realized that 
she was topless. She was standing in her backyard pool 
with her breasts exposed to the world. What if a 
neighbor peaked over the fence? What if they already 
had? Andrea never felt more vulnerable in her life.

She covered her breasts with one arm and struggled out 
of the pool. She bolted indoors, leaving her top 
floating in the pool. She went upstairs to her room. 
She could hear the bathroom shower running and realized 
that it must be Eric. It made her blush with 
embarrassment to think of her son. She went into the 
private bathroom adjacent to her bedroom. She stripped 
of her bikini bottoms and watched a string of semen 
drool from her pussy.

Realization hit Andrea like a ton of bricks. She hadn't 
used any form of contraception. She'd last taken the 
pill over two years ago when she was dating a steady 
boyfriend. A sense of dread formed a pit in her 
stomach. She was fertile. She could have her son's 
baby.

In a panic Andrea searched for her douche bag. She 
collected it from under the sink and ran over to the 
shower. She cleaned out her vagina as thoroughly as she 
was able in such a distraught state. Her hands were 
shaking as she returned the bag to its place. She 
started up the shower and held her head in her hands. 
She had no idea what to do next.

Eric was in no way near as conflicted as his mother. He 
felt a little weird about fucking a relative, but to 
him it was closure to an inner struggle he had been 
dealing with for over a year. He felt liberated and 
excited about his new relationship with Andrea. Just 
thinking about her caused his dick to grow hard again.

He considered jacking off in the shower but decided 
against it. He wanted to save himself for his sexy 
mother. He finished cleaning and then toweled himself 
off. He tried putting the towel around his waist but 
his cock was still iron hard. He shrugged his shoulders 
and exited the bathroom. His mother had already seen 
him naked. Thinking of repeating their earlier 
dalliance he walked into Andrea's bedroom.

She was still showering so Eric lay down on her bed. He 
made himself comfortable and then took hold of his 
cock. He gave a few slow strokes as he watched the 
bathroom door. He was growing more aroused by the 
second. He couldn't wait for Andrea to step out of the 
bathroom. 

Andrea was busy thoroughly scrubbing every inch of her 
skin. She left nothing untouched, washing herself from 
head to toe. When she was done she just stood under the 
hot spray of water. She felt much better. Under the 
soothing drench of warm water she felt renewed. What 
happened between her and Eric could now be pushed 
aside. It would just be another bad memory.

When she was finished Andrea turned of the shower. She 
dried herself off and wrapped the towel around her 
body. She blow dried her hair and brushed it out to 
prevent tangles. She was finally feeling normally when 
she opened up the bathroom door and stepped into her 
bedroom. Then her very naked teenage son who was 
stroking his engorged cock and staring at her with a 
wry smile on his lips confronted her.

"You kept me waiting," he chastised. "I almost had to 
start without you."

Andrea was frozen in place. She just stared unbelieving 
at Eric. She was torn between the desire to flee or to 
confront Eric head on. She wasn't afraid of her son, 
just of what might happen if she stayed in the room. 
Somehow Andrea had to reason with him. She had to make 
him see that what they had done was wrong. In the back 
of her mind Andrea knew she also had to convince 
herself.

"Eric, for god's sake put some clothes on," her voice 
carried the weight of parental authority. It made her 
feel surer of herself.

Eric moved as if her were going to obey his mother. He 
stopped himself and instead got up and walked over to 
Andrea. She reacted by taking hold her towel with one 
hand and holding out the other. Eric stooped when his 
chest touched his mother's palm and just looked at her. 
The lust in his eyes was plain to see. Andrea trembled 
and looked away but kept her son at arm's length.

"Stop it Eric," she said trying to sound angry. 
"Honestly, what do you think is going to happen? You 
think I'm just going to jump into arms and… and… make 
l-love to you? I'm sorry to disappoint you but it's not 
going to happen, ever."

Eric just smiled. He brought his hand up to his 
mother's forearm. With slow, sensuous movements he ran 
his fingertips along her arm to her shoulder and then 
back. Andrea began to breathe more heavily. Despite her 
own mental objections her inner folds started to 
moisten. Her body was remembering the fantastic 
sensations in had experienced less than an hour ago.

"Why not Mom?" Eric asked. "We had sex in the pool. I 
certainly liked it and I know you did. It's not like 
we'd be doing something we haven't done before."

"Damn it Eric." Andrea pushed passed her son and 
hurried to the other side of the room. She held the 
towel around her tightly with both hands. She turned 
toward Eric and said, "This isn't a joke. What happened 
in that pool was a mistake. It was probably the worst 
thing either of us could have done. Incest isn't like 
jaywalking. It's a serious crime like murder or rape."

"I didn't rape you!" Eric shouted defensively. His cock 
went flaccid.

Andrea held up her hand, "I'm not saying you did. We're 
both guilty; I should have done more to stop you. But I 
am stopping you now. We can never let that happen 
again. Do you hear me Eric? I have to trust that this 
will end here and now." 

Eric closed his eyes and bowed his head. He took a deep 
breath before looking up at Andrea and saying, "Mom, do 
you love me?"

Andrea was startled. It was the last thing she had 
expected to hear from her son. "Of course I love you," 
she replied. "Why would you even ask me that?"

Eric gazed at his mother with a strange intensity. 
"Because I love you," he answered. "But not just as a 
son. You're my mother and I'll always love you that 
way, but for me it's more. I love you as a woman. When 
I look at you all I can think of is how much I want to 
be with you. I want to be the man in your life. I want 
us be partners not just mother and son. After today I 
know there has to be some of that feeling in you. 
Please, Andrea, let me make you happy."

Andrea was baffled. She couldn't believe what her son 
was saying. It defied all common sense. She was his 
mother she couldn't be his lover. Eric was talking 
about them like they were some kind of Romeo and 
Juliet. She had to put a stop to this thinking it 
wasn't healthy. Yet something inside her was stirred by 
her son's words. She did have feelings for him beyond 
those of a mother for a son, but she wasn't ready to 
admit that.

"Eric will you listen to yourself?" Andrea pleaded. 
"You sound crazy. We are mother and son. We can't have 
a romantic relationship. The world just doesn't work 
like that. I don't know how you got this notion in your 
head but it has to stop. We have to forget this ever 
happened or it will haunt us forever."

Eric just smiled at his mother. "Don't you get it? I 
want this to be with us forever. I want us to be 
together forever." He walked toward her. Andrea backed 
away until she bumped against the wall. She had no 
place to hide. Eric put his hand on his mother's cheek. 
He traced her lips with his thumb. He put his other 
hand around her waist and pulled her into his arms. He 
leaned down and kissed her.

Andrea resisted at first. She didn't want to give in to 
the feelings boiling up in her heart. But after a 
moment the desire for Eric overwhelmed her. She closed 
her eyes and wrapped her arms around her son. She 
returned his kiss with an intense passion.

They separated and looked into each other's eyes. They 
were filled with primordial lust. Eric gently tugged 
his mother's towel and let it fall to the floor. Her 
beautiful body was bared to him once more. His cock 
became engorged and rose to fullness. Eric kissed his 
mother again. His rigid tool pressed against her 
stomach. 

Eric's lips moved from Andrea's mouth to her cheek and 
then to her neck. His kisses traveled down to her 
shoulders and arms. He took hold of her breasts and 
began kissing the fleshy mounds. He took the nipples 
into his mouth and sucked them into stiffness. His 
mouth traveled down her body until he was kneeling and 
his face was level with her groin. Eric coaxed his 
mother's legs apart and pushed his head between them.

Her bush was well trimmed but the hair still tickled 
his nose as he sniffed at her pussy. Andrea pressed her 
back against the wall, not trusting her legs to support 
her. Eric reached up and spread her cunt-lips with his 
fingers. He used his tongue to make a deep probing lick 
inside her passage.

Andrea gasped and closed her eyes. Her son made deep, 
slow laps with his tongue. His saliva mixed with her 
juices. Eventually Eric thrust his tongue inside her 
snatch. He swirled it around and pumped it back and 
forth. Andrea was almost dizzy with pleasure. She put 
her hands on her son's shoulders and moaned her 
approval.

Eric continued his oral assault. His muscular tongue 
rolled, pumped and lapped at his mother's vagina. 
Eventually he found her clit. He teased it with the tip 
of his tongue until it was enlarged. Then he took hold 
of it with his mouth and sucked. Andrea shrieked in 
surprise and joy as her son worked her nub like a 
vacuum. She gripped his head and pressed it into her 
crotch.

Andrea could feel her orgasm building inside of her. 
Sex juices dribbled down Eric's chin as he continued to 
suckle her clit. Andrea's whole body trembled on the 
verge of release. Eric tongued the tip of his mother's 
clit inside his mouth and she finally exploded. The air 
was pierced by a ferocious scream of primal ecstasy.

Eric continued licking his mother strait through the 
orgasm. His mouth was flooded with her warm liquid as 
she came. Afterward he cleaned her up with his tongue 
and swallowed the precious nectar. He stood up and 
kissed Andrea. He swirled his tongue inside her mouth 
so that she could taste herself. 

Andrea returned her son's kiss and frenched him nearly 
to his throat. She took hold of Eric's cock and gave it 
a gentle squeeze. The steel organ responded by leaking 
a drop of pre-cum. Eric picked up his mother and 
carried her to the bed. He laid her down and climbed on 
top of her. He took hold of his tool and began rubbing 
it along Andrea's pussy lips, lubricating himself for 
entry.

Andrea put her hand over her son's. "Stop baby," she 
whispered. Eric looked at her with puzzlement. He 
thought she had gotten over her earlier objections. She 
continued: "Lie down. Let me take care of it."

Eric complied by rolling onto his back. He was curious 
about what his mother would do next. Andrea grabbed his 
cock by the root and without hesitation lowered her 
mouth to its head. Her lips wrapped around the shaft as 
she took it in her mouth. Eric groaned as the warm wet 
orifice engulfed his manhood.

Andrea's head bobbed up and down as she moved her mouth 
along her boy's cock. Her tongue played along the shaft 
and she maintained suction with her cheeks. Waves of 
ecstasy rolled through Eric's organ and into his body. 
His mother worked his cock like a popsicle.

Suddenly Andrea pushed her head down. Eric's cock 
completely disappeared inside her mouth as she deep-
throated him. Eric was in rapture. Andrea worked her 
mouth furiously as she pumped her son's prick in and 
out of her esophagus. It wasn't long until Eric went 
over the edge. With a guttural moan he exploded inside 
his mother's mouth.

Gobs of semen shot out of his cock. The first went 
straight down Andrea's throat. She nearly gagged but 
managed pull back enough for her son to fill her mouth 
with his seed. The sticky fluid ran past her lips and 
down her chin. Her cheeks bulged from the volume. In 
desperation Andrea swallowed the load to clear her 
breathing passage.

When it was over Andrea rose up on her knees gasping 
for air. Eric's cock deflated and he came down from his 
high. He pulled his mother on top of him and kissed her 
cum stained lips. He rolled them onto their sides 
facing each other. He stroked her flowing hair and 
flashed an exuberant smile. "That was quite a trick 
Mom," he said.

Andrea laughed. "That's not the only one I know," she 
quipped. She put her arms around Eric and pressed her 
body against his. She lay there for a moment just 
basking in the afterglow. Finally she sighed and said, 
"Eric we still need to have a talk; a very serious talk 
about what we're going to do."

"Well, I thought we could try it doggy style, but if 
you have something else in mind," Eric joked.

Andrea could feel the heat in her face as she blushed. 
"Eric please, I'm trying to be serious. If we're going 
to continue doing this then we have to lay down some 
ground rules. We can't do anything we want anytime we 
want or we'll be caught and then we'll both be in a lot 
of trouble."

Eric processed what his mother just told him. "So, 
you're saying you want us to keep doing this?" He 
couldn't keep the enthusiasm out of his voice.

Andrea slapped her son's shoulder. "Listen to me damn 
it! This is important. Yes I want to continue, but no 
more stunts like the one you pulled in the pool today, 
understand?"

Eric nodded soberly. His mother continued: "We're very 
lucky someone didn't spot us or I'd be on the way to 
jail by now. From now on we only do this in private. 
That means inside the house, away from the windows. Are 
we clear?"

Eric nodded his assent. Andrea breathed a sigh of 
relief and buried her face in her son's chest. She 
inhaled his musky, manly scent and smiled. Eric felt 
his cock stirring to life once more. He put his lips 
against his mother's ear and whispered, "Hey mom, were 
inside and away from the windows."

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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