1. Sleeping?


    Date: 12/27/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cheating, Domination/submission, Incest, Males / Female, Young, Author: geilkoekje11, Rating: 93, Source: sexstories.com

    Her left hand came around and pulled my head back to her shoulder. I kissed her shoulder gingerly for a few seconds. My arms wrapped around her chest right below her mammaries and engulfed her in a comforting embrace. Lydia tilted her head against mine, remaining still and silent for what felt like a long, long time. "I am going to make dinner," she finally broke the spell. I rolled my stance so that my left leg would no longer impede her exit. "Thanks Mom," I replied in a low voice. She looked down at me as she stood. "Make yourself useful and pick up around here," she ordered - old Mom. "Okay," I grinned. She gave me this look I couldn't comprehend because I'd never seen it before. It was as if she liked me. As I said, this was something brand new. (The Week) That was how the rest of the week went. We got up for work around the same time. I had a part-time job installing appliances for a retail chain and for Mom it was the last week of public high school. Mornings were like the last fifteen years of my life - I even raised hell in kindergarten; Mother was snappish and I was insolent. The difference was in how we parted. Lydia would turn to me as we were sniping at each other and say, "Stop being such a naughty boy," and I would be quiet. She took that joyful experience to work. It may even have saved some poor child under her care, she was that happy. I came home first, did a computer search and some phone contact about some available rooms to rent. I didn't own enough to ...
    warrant my own dwelling. Mom came home, we dressed in workout clothes and began exercising. I had never commented on her routine and she'd stopped ragging on me years ago. We freshened up separately (duh), dressed casually then set about the household choirs. That's where the first change happened. I'd been jogging since I was twelve. Mom always used the treadmill until that Monday. That evening - the weather was hot and humid - she asked me if I was heading out, I confirmed that I was and she informed me she was coming along. It might have caused a seizure if she had actually asked permission to join me. I killed her. Okay, I didn't actually murder her. When she made it a competition, I left her thirty paces behind and wheezing by the time we finished the 5K run. Mind you, my vision was blurry and my lungs were on fire, but I didn't show it. I did grin victoriously and let her know I'd beaten her. "I doubt any one of your whores can do better," she panted angrily, once she found her breath. "Indeed. You are the fastest woman I've ever met," I kept grinning. Mom studied me intently, her hands resting on her knees, to see if I was taunting her. I wasn't. To pay me back, she rose up, rolled her shoulders back and pushed her sports bra-covered chest out proudly. What a bitch. I growled, made a comment about a nice, cold shower and left. The next relation-shift was after dinner. We'd sit down on the sofa, watching prime time TV - when Mom wasn't channel surfing - and relaxing. We ...
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