1. Opedial Conquest


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

    clothing. He never considered before or wanted to know what his mother looked like without clothes. Now? While he felt incredible guilt, he also felt a little curiosity, a little…want, to see her nude form again. But this was mom. But she’s hot, and obviously horny. It bothered him…yet enticed him, ever so slightly. In terms of his parents’ marital relationship, Peter knew there was a big problem. His father was preoccupied with other things, putting his devoted spouse in second—sometimes third—place. This was obvious in “routine” things like forgetting her birthday (but remembering Happy Hour after work on Fridays). However, after seeing his mother pleasure herself while wishing her husband was doing the pleasuring, Peter deemed his parents’ marriage was really in trouble. He couldn’t be 100% sure but he didn’t think either of them was cheating, though it seemed that eventually, because of being ignored on all fronts especially the sexual one, she would be the first to cheat. The son quickly concluded that his father was a major dick for what he was doing to Valerie. He felt that way before that fateful afternoon. He felt even more so after it. Peter only had two girlfriends in his life: the current and previous one. The previous one had dumped him, after he spent his teens with a low self-image when it came to women. So he couldn’t fathom his father. The man was married to a woman who looked so much like the Striptease actress, at the time of the film, and he preferred ...
    spending time and money on his barfly buddies?! Now that he saw his mother virtually naked and obviously sexually neglected, he was absolutely dumbfounded with his dad. A little over a week after Peter spied on his mother’s pornographic performance and he was mentally drifting off in business class, a decisive thought came to mind. If Mom was my wife, I would lick and dick her every day of the week, twice on Saturday. The thought jolted the young man. Did I just mentally say that I wanted to eat out and fuck my own mother? Thankfully the class was over as his cerebral inquiry was offset by the sound of the other students getting out of their seats and chatter amongst themselves. Dinner was late that night because his dad came home late. As the three of them ate at the table pretty much in silence, Peter looked individually at his parents. He had one word for each, and a sentiment about the one word. For his father, it was ‘douche;’ the feeling was justification. For his mother, it was ‘MILF;’ the feeling was guilt. Later on the young college student, in an effort to get his mind off of things, settled comfortably onto the couch to watch the Miami Heat on the living room’s 70” LED. At the start of the second quarter, he heard his parents upstairs talking. Actually it was arguing. He got up and walked to the stairs to hear better. “Why not now?” she asked, almost pleading. “Would you be quiet? Peter’s downstairs. He could hear us.” “He’s watching the Heat and you know how zoned how ...
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