1. I Love You, Mommy 3


    Date: 3/4/2016, Categories: First Time, Mature, Taboo, Author: ajbasu, Rating: 75, Source: xHamster

    his face. "I thought it was you. I thought you were blowing me, Patty. Honest, I did." "I knew it was you, Joey," I said, suddenly not feeling the shame I should. "Get out! Get out of my house," screamed Patty. "You two are sick, sick sick! I want you out of my house now. Get your things and just go." "Patty, wait, you don't understand," said Joey looking from her to me and showing me a face full of shocked excitement, while trying not to reveal how he truly felt about me to his wife, before looking back at her again. "I do understand" she said looking at Joey. "Now, I know why you're a d***k and can't keep a job. You've been pining over leaving your mother. You love Mommy more than me, your wife. Now, I know why you married me, a young copy of your sick fuck of a mother. You really wanted her and not me. Now, that I know, I don't want you anymore. Get out! Get out! Get out!" "What about the k**s, surely, you can't—" "The k**s? The c***dren aren't even your k**s, you moron. You were never sober enough to fuck me long enough or penetrate me deep enough to father those k**s." "Not mine? Then, whose k**s are they?" "My old boyfriend from high school fucked me, whenever you were out d***k. You were always leaving me for your bar friends. I was lonely. I was horny. I needed a man, a real man and not a d***ken pervert who'd rather have sex with his Mommy than with his wife. Now you two can go back to living together. I'm replacing you with him, just as you can't wait to replace me ...
    with her," she said spitting at me. Yet, just as her words fell short of their intended target, even her spit did. Joey was happy to leave her. Even though he'd miss the k**s, the fact that she admitted they weren't his k**s, ended his obligation to care anymore about them, especially once her old boyfriend moved in with her. I got up from the couch and grabbed her by her hair. In one quick pull of her nightgown, she was naked. Then, I slapped her. I slapped her for calling me a sick fuck. I slapped her for spitting at me. I slapped her for disrespecting my son and I slapped her for cheating on Joey with another man. I did what Joey couldn't do. I slapped his wife silly. I helped Joey pack his things. He didn't have much. I brought him home with me, where I could care for him and make him better. Patty wasn't much of a cook. At least with me, he'd get three square meals a day, and at least with me, he'd be with someone who loved him and who wouldn't cheat on him. At least with me, I'd give him sex whenever he wanted it. It was difficult in the beginning, he insisted on sl**ping in his old room. Gone were all the games he used to play with him trying to see me naked by opening my bedroom door, as I was putting on or taking off my nightgown. Every time I took a shower, just as I opened the curtain and emerged from the tub, I expected, hoped, that he'd burst in bathroom on the pretense he had to pee. I imagined him whipping out his cock and allowing me to see the full length of ...
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