1. Opedial Conquest


    Date: 9/6/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: Hemingsex, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    hurriedly moving to fix herself. The sc**** was followed by a second or two of silence, and then a worried-sounding response. “Hi, Petey! I, I thought you were going out with Amy.” Standing in place, he yelled back, “She got called to work. I didn’t see her text. I am going upstairs to check my email and then hit the pool.” He figured to give her some time to gather herself together. “Sounds good.” There was relief in the tone of her voice. Peter scampered up the steps, his now-deflated penis swaying in his collected muck. Before he entered his room, he retrieved from the bathroom an immense roll of toilet paper from the dispenser. He closed his bedroom door and laughed to himself. He started masturbating when he was 15 and during those six years never came inside his underwear. He took off his jeans and then seemed to marvel at the load in his CK’s. He doubted he ever came that much with his current girl or the previous one. He stripped off the ruined jockeys, threw them in the garbage-bagged waste basket, cleaned his cock and balls with the toilet paper, and then threw the toilet paper into the basket. He replaced the trash bag with a new one and threw the now-knotted previous bag into his closet. Good thing I have an early class tomorrow he bemused to himself. These will come with me and get thrown in the campus dumpster. As he donned his swim trunks, he heard the bathroom door open and close. The sound of the shower soon followed. He knew his mother was in there. Peter ...
    left his room, passing by the bathroom with a wicked grin. When he got to the deck, he saw the lounger she had been on. He looked around to make sure no one could see him, even though the deck was private and the bathroom window faced the other side. He bent forward to inspect the lounger. There was no visual evidence of the maternal orgasm, but his nostrils twitched. He inhaled. The devilish grin reappeared. He was about to lick the seat but a pang of guilt hit him. He straightened up and headed for the edge of the pool. He felt very guilty for watching his mother play with herself, for sniffing the lounger and almost taste-testing it. Before he dove in, he recognized that he and his mother had something in common, his guilt not withstanding. They both loved the smell of her excited cunt. The memory of that afternoon was burned into Peter’s memory like a copied CD. The guilt came and went over the next few days. When it was present, its severity ranged. But other, new feelings and thoughts were being born. They centered around two topics: his mother, and his parents’ marriage. He had to come with grips that he no longer saw his mother, figuratively and literally, the same again. She was still ‘mom,’ but her inherent womanliness and attractiveness were made evident. Her womanliness, attractiveness—and sexuality—became a thought process and an awareness of Peter’s. Valerie could be standing before him in a parka, wool cap, scarf and mittens—he now knew what was under all that ...
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