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Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 14:10:02 -0500
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Sublimation {Redman}


She wore a blue paisley wrap-around dress that tied in
front. Her body made every male who met her want to
reach out and untie that knot, as though she secretly
desired to be suddenly undressed. She was five years older
than I was, and had the lean look of a woman used to
denying herself. She was a neon light, flashing
brightly at my libido.

I could try sparkling repartee in an attempt to lure
her to my bed. Or I could write a story about her. The
story was easier.

* * * * *

Gloria stood at her kitchen counter making her son's
breakfast. Sam came into the kitchen, giving her a hug
and a peck on the cheek just as every morning. He
wasn't one of those standoffish teenagers. Maybe it
was because he wanted every opportunity he could to be
close to her.

God that dress looks hot, he thought, appreciating her
sexy blue paisley wrap-around dress. It made him want
to reach out and pull the end, untying it quickly,
leaving her suddenly exposed . . . suddenly naked.

But his mother had never given him any indication that
she would accept such an advance. Not the way Rachael
had.

Just then, Rachael walked into the room. She was the
spitting image of mother, only younger. She had a lean
look as well, but the knowing glance and the sexy sway
of her hips when mother wasn't looking reminded Sam
that Rachael, at least, never denied her urges.

As they all sat down at the breakfast table, Rachael
winked at him. Sam blushed, remembering the way she
had come to his room last night, and again this
morning. She certainly had denied him nothing either
time.

He had wanted remove her seductive clothing piece by
piece, kissing each spot of pale flesh as it appeared.
Rachael had let him. He had wanted to crawl between
her legs, kissing and licking her pussy for hours.
Rachael had let him. When he needed swift release;
Rachael fucked him, quick and rough, needing it as
much as he did.

Even when he wanted to make love to her gently,
whispering obscenities and calling her by mother's
name, Rachael let him do that too!

Gloria worried about her son. He was daydreaming
again. She knew he wanted to be a writer and
appreciated his vivid imagination, but he needed more
interactions with the real world.

"Greg, will you answer something that's been troubling
me?"

"Sure Mom!"

"Do you ever regret being an only child? Not having a
sister of brother to grow up with?"

"Not really, Mom. Besides, if I ever did, I could
always imagine the perfect companion, in my head."

Gloria shook her head, concerned. That's exactly what
I mean, she thought to herself.

Rachael gave Sam a wink, knowing Gloria would never
understand, and ran her tongue sensuously over her
lips.


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