1. Stacy 3


    Date: 11/6/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I made my way down to breakfast, unsure of how Stacy would react. I had thought yesterday morning I had been confused, but today I was worse. This time, she had come to me, and it had been she that had initiated the sex. So why did she leave in tears? I now knew that I loved her in more ways than just as a b*****r, but I did not regret a single thing anymore. No, that is not true; I suppose I did have a regret. It was that it had taken until Stacy was eighteen before we began to get along. I felt we had wasted all those years getting on each other's nerves, when we could have been close. My apprehension faded when I stepped into the kitchen to find Mom on her own, washing up all the used breakfast dishes while my food sizzled in the frying pan. "Where's the brat?" I asked, trying to sound normal. She stopped soaping a bowl and gave me a puzzled frown, "It's Thursday." Ah. I had forgotten. On Thursday mornings, Stacy went for gymnastics practise before college. Dad and she were usually gone long before I was due to get up. Shrugging, I slumped into my chair as Mom dried her hands, and began to gather my breakfast. "Are you okay, Honey?" she asked, with a concerned tone. "Hunh?" That made her smile. "All those years of education and still in the mornings you have the conversational skills of Neanderthal man." "Eh?" I mumbled, my distracted thoughts not taking in what she was teasing me about. Placing my food before me, she ruffled my hair, "Well at least you vary your morning ...
    grunts. Shall we try for an 'Hmm' in reply to this one?" "Sorry," I sighed. "'Morning, Mum." She stroked my shoulder affectionately and gave me my morning kiss on the cheek, "That's better. Welcome to the twenty first century, Jack." "Are you looking forward to your weekend away with Dad?" I asked, trying to take my mind off the empty chair opposite me. She leant back against the worktop and folded her arms underneath her breasts, "Sure. A nice hotel; room service; romantic dinners for two; no verbally challenged c***dren; some sexy lingerie and a bottle or two of wine. Why wouldn't I be?" I choked on my bacon as the thought of my mother in sexy lingerie popped into my mind. What the Hell was wrong with me? Only yesterday morning it had been images of Stacy in the red lace. Still, this time it was not my fault. "That's er... nice," I finally managed. The sparkle in her eyes twinkled as she laughed at my discomfort. "What's the matter, son? Thoughts of your Mom and Dad 'doing it like bunnies' a little bit too graphic for you?" "Well, they weren't until you just drew a clearer picture for me," I complained. Her delightful laughter filled the kitchen. ++++++++++ "Five ball in the centre pocket!" whooped Tank-boy as I slotted the cue forward, missing the ball completely. "There'll be a screwball in the corner pocket if you don't stop putting me off," I warned. "Sweet talk like that get you many girls, one-shot?" he quipped back. "Well at least I've had girls, plural, and not just ...
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