1. War Time


    Date: 9/6/2017, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Author: draghunt, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    slippery and mother began a slow upward and downward movement, raising and lowering her hips. I'd got the general idea and started to push up as she thrust down. There were slurping noises. Mother said, "That's lovely isn't it; nice and slowly, just enjoy each other." I muttered some words of agreement and started to move quickly, but mother said, "No, no darling, slowly...slowly, just enjoy." I heard her give a soft laugh as she said, "I'm going to make a man of you." I wanted to look at what she was doing but it was too dark in the room to see her. I reached up to touch her breasts, and had to be content with feeling them through the nightdress. It took a while, but mum started to make her noises again, "Mmm...mmm...oh...ah...ohwa...ohwa...darling....oh...come...come...put it in me...oh my darling...aaaaooow..." I obediently put it into her, slamming jolt after jolt of my seed in as deep as I could as I held her hips and dragged down onto me. It was the same as before; mother saying, "Stay with me...stay with me..." and bouncing up and down on me and crying out, "Oh...oh...oh...oh darling...beautiful...beautiful..." until she finally drooped over me. I could feel our mingled fluid starting ooze out of her and we were both getting very sticky. Mother removed herself from me and got out of bed for a few moments, and then with what I suppose was a handkerchief started to clean me up, and then I presumed her self, because there were some fumbling movements. Then she drew the ...
    covers over us and said, "sl**p now darling." * * * * * * * * When I woke up in the morning it was still dark. I had to be at work by seven o'clock, and glancing at the luminous bedside clock I saw it was six fifteen. The memory of what had happened the previous night seemed almost like a wonderful dream, but if I doubted its reality the bed and room were redolent of our activity. I later learned that sexual intercourse always leaves behind it that particular slight fishy odour. Mother was still curled up asl**p so as quietly as I could I got out of bed and made my way to my bedroom. It was still bitterly cold and I put on all the clothed I could without totally immobalising myself and made my way down stairs. I had resolved to be brave and wash my penis as well as my hands and face but the one water pipe had frozen, and so no wash. I quickly swallowed some cereal and then scrunched my way to work through the snow. At that time of the year it didn't get really light until eight o'clock and started to get dark about three thirty in the afternoon, and so our work shift had shortened. At first we groped around in the dim light as we worked, and to add to the misery a sharp with was blowing in off the sea. I was partly sustained by my thoughts dwelling on what mother and I had done despite it still seeming like a dream, and there was the promise of more to come. Despite devotion to the war effort and all that sort of thing, I was very relieved when it was time to go home. When I ...
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