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Copyright (C) 1999, Mkarl. ALL Rights Reserved
Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Friday PM, June 18, 1999
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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive,
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The Sex Slave Mommy
A love story by Mkarl
Leta was a beautiful woman by any standards. At just twenty-nine years of
age, her body still held up like that of a teenager's with firm, mouthwatering
breasts and a gorgeous, little, stuck- out ass. Soft, dark hair framed an
almost angelic face, highlighted by the most pouty, ruby red lips. Leta was a
walking wet-dream personified, at least in the eyes of her thirteen year old
son, Michael.
To the casual observer and even to his own family, Michael may have
seamed to be the prototypical boy-next-door. An honor student and in the choir
at church, Michael's only obvious short coming was on the sports field.
Fair-haired with classic Nordic features, there was nothing obvious to give
away Michael's darkest secret, unless one happened to get a glance at the front
of the boys pants whenever he was alone with his mother.
If Leta ever noticed her little boy's 'show' of affection for her, she
never made mention of it. Leta had been raised that sex was natural. She had a
strong and passionate relationship with her husband, Dwayne until he had been
killed in a mugging gone bad just the previous month. Leta was still an
emotional mess over becoming a widow but was desperately trying to pull herself
together for her son. She knew she would have her hands full trying to be the
single Mom to a boy just entering his teenage years; she just never could have
dreamed that she was going to have all of her holes filled as well.
For the first couple of weeks following the death of her husband, Leta
was almost catatonic. Michael was such a comfort for his mother, always
attentive and so helpful around the house. Michael was certainly growing up
fast right before his mother's adoring eyes. Loosing a father had to be murder
on the boy if you pardon the pun, but to Leta it almost seamed as if Michael
did not even miss his father. The poor, unsuspecting mother had no idea at all
what was about to happen to her.
Summer school holidays had just begun that morning and Michael had rushed
right home to get an early start on his summer of fun. With his mother still
all emotional over the loss of his father, the boy knew that none of her
friends would be concerned if they did not see her out and about for a week or
so. Since he could devote up to two months straight of his own time, the child
was finally ready to make his life long dream of having a sex-slave Mommy come
true.
When the boy entered the house, his mother called out from the kitchen.
"I am baking you some cookies honey. Would you like some milk too?"
'I am going to milk you just like when I was little,' the boy thought to
himself. "Okay Mommy," he said out loud as he started to the kitchen.
"I see you have your report card sweety. Did you get good grades this
year?"
Fuck! Did his mother ever look hot. She was wearing the tightest little
jeans. When she bent down to take the cookies from the oven, Michael almost
thought he was going to come in his pants. The boy could not wait any longer to
get his cock fucked hard up that cute little ass.
"Yeah Mom. Straight A's again." The boy could feel a trickle of sweat
starting at his right temple. His stomach was feeling the butterflies while his
legs felt like jello. The boy had to go through with it. It was finally time or
he knew that it would never happen.
"I am so proud of you, Michael. We are going to have to do something
really special to celebrate tonight." His mother was practically asking for it.
"How about if I fuck you into submission and have you as my sex-slave
Mommy forever."
It was out loud. The boy had finally said it. His voice had sounded weird
to him, but the words had been absolutely melodic and the look on his mother's
face was fucking priceless.
Leta was in shock. She just had to be asleep she wished, but the young
mother knew that she was not having a dream. Her own child wanted to fuck her!
Leta knew it must have had something to do with the boy loosing his father.
Somehow, Michael was getting confused on his new role as man of the house. Leta
had to reason with the boy.
"What did you say Michael?"
"You heard me Mommy. I am going to fuck you like I always wanted too. I
am going to make you become my sex-slave for being such a fucking little
cock-teaser always acting like you are too good for it. Now that daddy is
finally gone no one can stop me from raping you."
"Michael, I am your Mom. Michael, no! No!!! Oh God Michael, this has to
be a nightmare."
"No Mommy, this is a wet dream. This is my wet dream, now don't try to
fight and you won't get hurt so bad."
For Leta, the world had suddenly become crazy. Nothing made sense to her
as her own son advanced on her with the purpose of rape. Leta was backed as far
into the corner as she could go. For just the briefest of seconds she glanced
at a carving knife on the counter, but it was her own child.
Then the boy was on her.
Taking his mother by the hair felt so fucking good to Michael. For every
time she had ever made him go clean his room when he wanted to play, or go to
bed early while he was trying to watch television, Michael was now going to pay
his mother back. She had always tried to be the boss but now that her husband
was not around to back her up, Michael was going to show his mother her proper
place before the power of his cock.
"Kiss your little boy, Mommy. You fucking kissed me this morning when I
left for school. Now I am going to make you kiss me like I always wanted."
The boy was taller then his Mom by a couple of inches and with her
scrunched back against the counter, he was able to get on her good. While
keeping her head held tight by her hair, Michael pressed on to his mother's
kiss-me lips and let her have it. The bitch was fighting the boy but Michael
did not care. He was determined to get his tongue between his mother's pretty
red lips.
Leta was almost in a state of total panic. She had been totally and
utterly unprepared for her violation. She was in her own home with the person
who was more precious to her then life itself but now the boy was treating her
like he was Satan incarnate.
Leta was pushing away at the boy but he had managed to get her hard
against the counter and with her back bent she did not have the strength to get
the kid off of her. All she was able to do was keep her lips closed and try to
twist her head away from her son's probing tongue.
Michael was ready to step up the show as he suddenly pulled back from his
mother and then put his hand across her face before she could react. It was so
nice that Michael did it twice.
"I said kiss me you cunt." The boy was being absolutely wicked.
Leta had to open her mouth just at the shock of having her own kid slap
her hard across the face. Suddenly her boy had her. Leta had never been shy
about being passionate with her husband or her high school sweethearts, but
never had she took a kiss so vulgar. It was like her child was trying to wash
her tonsils with his tongue. Being held by the hair and having her kid pressed
so tight that he was squishing her tits did nothing to make the situation any
more comfortable for the young mother.
Michael did not want to break the embrace but even he needed to breath.
His mother was trying to get her hands up to push at his chest again. Fuck,
didn't the bitch understand? It seamed like she didn't. "Let me go Michael. I
am your mother. Please!"
"No Mommy. You kiss good Mommy. I am going to rape you Mommy. You need a
new boyfriend now that daddy is finally dead. I have so many plans to rape you
Mommy that you will have to be my sex-slave for ever. I will have to hurt you
if you keep trying to push me while I kiss the fuck out of you now be a good
little cunt and swap some spit with me." The boy could not have sounded more
evil to his mother if his head was rotating. Leta felt her first tears as
Michael pressed his mouth once more onto hers.
It was all so surreal. It was impossible. Leta had always been the
perfect mother and her son was the dream child, but now her dream was the
filthiest nightmare. Leta felt her lips part for her son's invading tongue. She
had kissed her baby a million times before as she tucked him in at night or
made his 'owies' disappear, but she had never once felt like she was going to
gag.. How could anything so natural as kissing her own son be turned into such
an act of degradation for the young mother?
"Mmmmff no.....mmmmmm...please....mmmmmmpff....accccck" The boy was off
of her again. "What is the matter Mommy. Don't you love your little boy
anymore? Don't gag when I lick all over your tongue. You have such a sexy mouth
Mommy that I could kiss it forever, but I always wanted to use it another way
too; so it is time to get down on your knees for me to show you what a 'big'
boy I am now.
The young mother was really in a state of panic. Her little kid was
pulling at her hair to try to force her to the floor. The little brat meant to
have her suck his cock. Leta had no more choice. The young mother had to do it.
Even after getting slapped and forcibly kissed by her boy the next act still
hurt her as much as it did him.
Leta summoned every point of concentration she had to get off a knee at
her 'problem'.
Michael had to release his mother's hair. In his 'state', the impact of
his mother's knee felt like being stepped on by a fucking elephant. As Michael
reeled backwards, he was helpless to stop his Mommy-bitch as she moved past
him. The cunt was running for it and even though all Michael wanted to do was
lay down and die, he knew he had to get on her ass or all would be lost.
Leta was almost to the door when Michael caught her from behind and sent
her hard onto her face, down on the floor. She felt the impact but the boy was
still suffering himself from the knee in the kitchen, so she knew if she had
any chance to escape she had to fight. Michael had tumbled town on top of his
mother as he had tackled her at the doorway and was trying to get a hold of her
hair, when she managed to twist herself out from underneath the boy. All the
kid had was a grip of his mother's shirt and she heard the first tear as she
struggled for freedom. It was like some stupid scene out of a 'B' movie.
The mother had to strike her child again, clubbing at his arm to break
his grip on her shirt. She was the first to get back to her feet even if the
casualty was the remnants of her top which stayed in the grip of her kid.
Michael was between Leta and the door out of the house so the panicked mother
went straight for the locking door of the bathroom.
Michael had not counted on having so much trouble fucking his Mom. She
had never before put her hand to him, ever. The Mommy-bitch was going to pay
for kneeing him. She was locked in the bathroom so and not going anywhere so
the kid could recompose himself. Michael wanted his mother punished for being
such a difficult fuck and then he thought of the perfect plan. His mother was
asking for it locking herself in the bathroom so the boy quickly got himself a
case of pop to drink as he prepared to break in on his Mom to finish the job.
"Michael listen to me. It is okay baby Michael, nothing happened yet.
Mommy loves you honey Michael, I am you Mom. Don't you understand? Michael I
know you miss your daddy Michael? Michael, are you listening to me? Answer me
Michael. What are you doing Michael? Michael Mommy still loves you. You know I
could never get you into trouble, so no one will ever know what happened today.
Okay, sweety? Baby, we can not do this Michael, Michael, do you understand?"
"Time is up bitch!" Michael had been a busy little boy unscrewing the
hinges on the bathroom door while drinking the case of pop while his mother had
been whining. Now, as he pushed the door down onto his mother, she was totally
taken by surprise yet again. With the door in-between them, the boy had to
fight for balance as he put his hand hard to his mother's face again and again.
He had to take the fight out of the Mommy-bitch, if he was going to be able to
enjoy his fun.
"Don't cry Mommy. Now you get to be a sex-slave like you always deserved.
You always made me get such a hard cock Mommy. I have a really hard cock now
but first you need to be punished for kicking me in the kitchen."
Leta was helpless under the brutal assault of her child. The door had
landed right on top of her, driven down with the weight of her boy and before
she had been able to recover she was being slapped senseless. If Leta was even
registering her son's words she was certainly in no position to stop him from
taking her hard by the hair once again and then dragging her over to the family
toilet.
"I used the toilet this morning Mommy so you better clean it." It was
sick and disgusting even to the boy himself, but it just suited the situation
so perfectly. Michael's had never felt so powerful as when he started to push
his mother's face down into the filthy family toilet.
"It is your job to clean the family toilet Mommy. Now clean it good."
Michael was pushing his mother's face to the side of the toilet, hoping to make
her use her tongue. Of course, the cunt was being difficult. The boy had no
choice but to just push his mother's face down into the water to get his
satisfaction. His little sex-slave Mommy was still trying to resist the boy's
hold of her head, so he decided to keep her under the water long enough to make
her understand that she had better start to behave herself; or else!!.
"You should have cleaned the toilet Mommy. I can not put up with a dirty
toilet. If you are not going to clean this toilet then you will have to be the
new toilet."
Leta was half drowned but she still felt the pure panic grip her as her
son repositioned her for his use. She attempted one little yank to free her
hair which was met by a slap that brought the first taste of blood to her
mouth. She wanted to fucking die. It really was happening. Her own son was
going to humiliate her. There was nothing the young mother could do as her son
got her back against the toilet and then pushed her head down so as to bring
the seat across her exposed neck. The young mother could do nothing but look up
as her kid got over top of her and slid off his pants.
"You better drink it Mom," the boy threatened as he put his knee down
onto the seat taking position over his mother's upturned face. "I drank a whole
case of pop so I am going to have the longest piss I ever had in a toilet now."
Any stupid shock the mother had at having her son's thirteen year old
cock exposed, rock- hard before her eyes was quickly obliterated by the very
real, ultimate humiliation of the filthy wet fluid striking her face. The
toilet seat being pressed down across her neck by the weight of the boy
kneeling his full weight down, had her choking to breath, making sure she was
unable to get her mouth closed before Michael could begin to fill it with his
piss. Her eyes were burning and her hair was being soaked ,but mostly the boy
aimed for her mouth.
"You potty trained me good Mommy. Do you remember when I used to go all
over the floor but now I aim better. You better keep flushing Mommy. Your mouth
is so little and I am going to fill it up so many times."
It may have only lasted a minuet or two but to Leta it was an eternity
before her son was done peeing on her. She had swallowed several times in her
struggle to keep from drowning in her kid's piss. The young mother was in total
shock. She had choked the whole time as her boy watered her face and now having
been forced to swallow his filthy piss, the young mother was in total
convulsions.
It almost pained Michael, as his Mommy succumbed to her heaving and
expelled his offerings in a truly disgusting manner. As much as seeing his
mother vomit turned him off the boy was not about to let anything rain on his
parade. Michael had just pissed in his mother's mouth like she was his toilet
and she had drank it. The kid really was going to have his own Mommy sex-slave
but first he had to get her clean again.
It was time to tie her up. Michael got the duct tape and forced him
mother flat on the bathroom floor. She was a lot easier to handle after getting
half-drowned in the toilet and then soaked in piss. The boy pulled both of his
mother's arms behind her back and secured them tight.
He could not help but notice how it seamed to make her tits stand up a
little to have her arms behind her back so Michael decided it was finally time
to see the 'goods'.
Leta's shirt had been stripped in her futile attempt to get away from
Michael at the front door so all that was covering her tits now was her
brassier. Michael was so eager to get reacquainted with his mother's tits that
there was absolutely no artistry in his snapping off the bra. Michael was very
pleased to see his mother's nipples erect. He just knew that the bitch was
going to love 'it'.
Michael had to find out how wet his Mommy-cunt was in her panties. Leta
was like a life-sized barbie doll in her little boy's exploring hands as he
moved his efforts down to her skintight jeans. 'Fuck! The bitch must have had
to pour herself into such tight pants.' The boy thought as he popped the snap
and unzipped the fly.
Her panties were white like her bra had been. It pleased the boy to see
his mother as the innocent before he dirtied her forever. She wiggled a little
as he worked her pants off. It almost seamed like the struggle in landing a
fish to the boy only it was a hell of a lot more fun watching his mother loose
this battle then any fucking fish would have been. Michael reached up between
his mother's legs almost expecting to see the crotch of her panties leaking
with her heat but blame it on his foolish youth.
Leta was not wet. She was beginning to regain enough composure to
reassess her situation. She still had the bitter taste of her kids piss in her
mouth. She was face down in her own vomit with her hands somehow secured behind
her back. She had felt her son stripping her and knew that the only thing she
had left protecting her modesty was the panties her boy was now at. Leta could
not have been any more humiliated and she certainly was not aroused.
The boy was putting the plug in the tub and starting to fill it. "You are
too dirty Mommy. I am going to clean you up before I use you anymore. Your
going to be such a good little fuck Mommy. I am going to put my cock in every
hole that you have. I am going to rape you so many times until you learn to be
my slave forever."
"I am going to scream Michael."
"No Mommy. Don't scream.
"HEEEELPPPPMMMMMMPHHHH!!!"
"Be quiet you stupid cunt. You can't scream if I put you under the water
again Mommy." Leta was as helpless as a rag doll as Michael put her up to the
tub. With her arms taped behind her back and Michael's hand clamped firmly over
her mouth all she could do was fall helplessly into the deepening water.
Michael was quickly into the tub himself keeping positioning above her so
he could push his mother's head down under the water if she should try to get
noisy again. "You got all messy when I pissed in your mouth Mommy. I want you
to get all clean so I can make you dirty again."
Michael pushed his mother's head up and down into the water several
times. While kneeling over top of his mother, his cock was almost against her
face and the boy was beginning to realize it was time to have his fun. If the
kid had been wanting to wait until his mother's panties had got wet for him,
they were now as soaked as her whole body in the tub so it was show time. "Suck
my cock, Mommy."
Leta was almost helpless all pinned down beneath her horny kid. The young
mother's only means of resistance was the futility of trying to keep her mouth
shut as Michael started to put his cock to her lips.
Michael twisted his mother's hair without mercy. "Open your mouth Mommy.
Your going to cock-suck now."
Leta could not give in to the little bastard. She was not going to get
raped in her mouth by her own child.
Michael pulled his mother's hair harder, almost yanking her down into the
water. Leta really was in no position to fight with her hands all taped
together behind her back, but she felt she should almost rather die then
submit. The boy was pressing down on top of her and she had no choice but to
retreat into the water even though it offered no safety at all with Michael
coming right down to the bottom of the tub with her.
Michael knew his Mom would run out of breath and then he would get his
cock into her mouth before he would let her up. The boy could look down at his
mother's face deep in the water peering out from between his knees. The boy was
straddling his mother while putting his cock to her lips. It was certainly not
the most comfortable position the boy could have envisioned but he was going to
have a blow job from his mother.
Finally the bitch started to loose her breath. Even if she was prepared
to die in her mind, her instincts screamed for self preservation and gave
Michael the 'opening' he had been seeking. With his cock triumphantly buried
deep in her wet mouth, Michael finally yanked his mother up for air. She was
fucking choking though, and the boy had to release her for fear she would bite
him as she gagged.
The time for fun and games was over. Michael was going to have his mother
suck him off even if he had to beat her black and blue to make her do her girly
duty. Leta screamed as Michael just yanked her all the way to her feet and
then threw her to the bathroom floor again by her hair. She struck against the
counter on the way down. Michael stepped over top of his mother and reached
down to get another hold of her hair while he used his right hand to smack her.
"Stop being such a bitch Mommy. You have to suck my cock. You made me get
all fucking horny so now I get to rape you." The kid slapped his mother again
and again until she could take no more.
"Please don't hurt me Michael."
"Open your mouth cunt, like a good girl." The boy was going to die if he
could not get his cock between his mother's pretty red lips and deep into her
wet, cock-sucking, little mouth. "I am going to beat the fuck out of you
Mommy."
The young mother could take no more. It was an act of ultimate domination
and submission as Leta gave in to her baby and parted her lips. The brat wasted
no time in getting his cock back into his mother's mouth. The bathtub had been
way too quick but now Michael was going to get the blow job of his dreams.
The boy just had to giggle, looking down at his mother kneeling in utter
submission at his feet. He had the bitch by her hair with her hands taped
behind her back as he held her tight onto his young cock. It was a magnificent
view with the cute little tears on his Mom's face yelling volumes of her total
defeat before the power of the boy's cock fucking into her mouth.
The boy sneered at his mother having her lick his balls and run her
tongue up and down the impressive length of his shaft. The boy wanted his
mother to love his filthy cock. The boy was going to have his ultimate dream
come true.
"Suck me good, Mommy-cunt. You're a little cock-sucking Mommy now. I know
you use to lick my cock when I was a baby bitch so stop your fucking crying. I
want a lipstick blow job from my Mommy. You need some lipstick so I can see it
on my cock when you suck me, slut."
Leta was in another world. Her kid had attacked her out of the blue beat
her pissed on her was making her suck cock and now he was holding her in front
of the mirror and forcing her to apply lipstick. The reflection the young
mother saw back to her was utterly obscene. Her eye was already beginning to
show signs of the bruise and of course she was naked. Her boy actually had a
smile standing in control of her with a hold of her hair.
"That is enough lipstick cunt." The boy's cock was bigger then her
husband's had been. It was even bigger then her high-school sweethearts. Leta
was being challenged to take it ball deep without gagging herself to death. For
all the poor mother knew, maybe Michael would get off on choking her to death
on his cock. He certainly was being vocal on his appreciation of seeing his
mother's lipstick all over his thirteen-year-old cock as she did her girly
duty.
It really was more then the boy could take. It was so quick upon him that
he barely had time to decide if he wanted her to swallow or would rather glaze
her face. Fortunately, his bitch-Mom started to pull off as the first spurt
flooded the back of her throat. The kid's pumping cock slipped from between his
mother's cock-sucking lips and wildly shot his second spasm up the right side
of her face into her eye. The boy got a hold of his dick and finished up all
over his mother's forehead so it could run down all over her face.
The boy knew it burned in her eyes but his mother looked like the hottest
glazed donut ever. Michael knew he had never shot a load so wet and messy
anytime before. He had to get a picture. "Don't try to wipe it off or I will
beat you Mommy."
The boy wished he had a Polaroid camera. He was not sure where he could
ever get the pictures developed but that was a problem for later he thought as
he snapped of a couple of shots of his mother's cum-soaked face.
"Smile Mommy. You are going to be a famous slut when I put these pictures
on the Internet. I am going to blow up these pictures life-size and use them as
wallpaper all over the house."
"Michael, why are you doing this to me. I am your mother. You can not
rape your own Mom. Don't you even love me?"
"Of course I love you Mommy. I already loved you in your cock-sucking
little mouth. Now I am going to love you in your baby-making little cunt."
"NOOOOO! Michael, I am your mother."
"YEEEEEES! Now you will be a Mommy again."
The boy was being impossible. Leta was unprotected. With a dead husband
there had been no need for any precautions. No kid was evil enough to really
knock-up his own mother was he?
"It is your time of the month Mommy. I have been checking on you so I
would know the perfect day to breed you. I am going to fuck so much cum into
you little baby-making cunt that you will probably have triplets at least. I am
going to make your tummy get so big, everyone will wonder how you did it with
daddy already dead."
"You can't knock up your own mother. I will not have your baby."
"Let's go to the bed Mom." Leta just let herself scream. She had to
scream until someone heard her and stopped the insanity of her son.
"Shut up you stupid cunt." The boy was just like totally evil, jumping
down quickly onto his helpless mother to get his hand over her noisy mouth.
Luckily he still had enough duct tape left over to take care of the problem.
Michael could not believe how fucking hot his Mommy looked with the tape
wrapped around and around her head. The tape just had to be murder on her hair.
She was still trying to scream something but the boy did not have to worry
about her getting any sound out of the house through the tape.
The boy was at ease to take his helpless mother by the hair and start her
trip to the master bedroom for her breeding. He giggled to drag her again like
she was a cave girl. The boy was eager to get his mother's naked little body
into bed but he still had to take the time to push her face down onto the floor
to give her a little rug burn as he dragged her by the hair to her fate.
Then the action was in the bedroom.
"No one can even hear you Mommy. Stop screaming. You have not been fucked
since daddy got dead so you need it Mommy. You need to get fucked in your cunt
by me. You always look so fucking cute and make me always have a hardon but now
you get to pay for being such a cock-teaser. Get up on the bed bitch."
Leta was helpless to prevent her kid from throwing her up onto her bed.
The time at the bottom of the bathtub had softened the tape binding her arms a
little but not nearly enough for her to break free. She was totally at her
son's mercy but the little bastard was not about to show her any mercy.
"I got my cock all hard again Mommy because you are so fucking cute. I
should clean some of the cum off of your messy little face but there is no time
so spread your legs Mommy and get ready to fuck."
For a virgin, Michael made the mount with amazing expertise. He had lived
the minuet hundreds of times in his fantasy's dreaming of this Moment. Nothing
had prepared him for the awesome thrill of raping his young cock triumphantly
into the tightness of his mother's cunt.
The sound from his lips sounded ridiculous. The boy actually took pause
to hear the half laugh-moan. He wanted to sound cool. He wanted to show his Mom
that she would never be anything but a cunt to him ever again.
"Feel my cock you bitch. Fuck me Mommy-cunt."
The boy wanted to fuck his sexy mother through the bed. He wanted to look
into her crying eyes as he broke her and bred her. He would have just freaked
if his mother started humping back or, heaven forbid, came her brains out all
over his cock.
"Can you feel my cock Mommy? Yes you can. Feel me Mommy. You are getting
fucked by your own kid. You were such a good little Mommy that you need a new
baby. I am a big boy now so since dad is finally gone I will be your new
boyfriend and you need a new baby. I am going to get you so knocked-up now."
There was nothing for Leta to do as the cum started to fill her. The boy
had amazing volume even if it had been his first shot of the day. She just
screamed into her gag as her kid fathered the baby into her tummy. It truly was
over for the once proper Leta. Her kid had destroyed her. In her mind, the
raped widow new she had been turned into a sex slave Mommy.
Epilogue
From the author.
I hope you enjoyed the Sex Slave Mommy. I am ending volume 1 at the first
fuck. I intend for volume II to deal in further depth with poor Leta beginning
to understand that her whole life has been changed. Michael has just had his
second orgasm so he needs a while to get it up for his first try at his
mother's hot ass. The kid also has a curiosity about how his mother will look
at the business end of the neighbor's dog's cock. For these and other treats
keep your eyes peeled for the coming works from Mkarl. I hope you will be
reading more soon.
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