Aubry stood in the shower for a long time, unmoving. His poor brain was in total confusion. The âbusiness Aubryâ had seen the problem of obtaining sex and set about solving it. Now that he had obtained his goal, the âdullard Aubryâ was in a total state of confusion. He wished he could just dissolve and flow down the drain with the water.
A MAN JUST DID NOT FUCK HIS OWN MOTHER!
He may be dull, but he did know that much. All his slowly absorbed teachings had made that very clear. But ,then, his father had espoused the theory that all sex was either dirty or forbidden. Did one, perhaps, have to be a father before it became permissible to engage in this soul rending phenomenon?
Oh, but it had felt so wonderful! She had been so wet and hot .She had eagerly guided him into her . She had slammed her pelvis into his groin time and time again , all the time whispering over and over,âyes, yes ,Baby. Harder! Youâre so good! Fuck mama, honeyâ.. His penis had touched the womb from which he had spewed forth.
There was another problem now. He was ashamed of what he had done, but found he was still excited and thrilled . The memory of her wet pussy engulfing him was sending his blood racing , turning his penis into hard iron. He stepped from the shower. His mind made up.
Mother or not, he was going to fuck her again.
Miriam was putting the last of the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher .She was smiling and humming a soft tune. Her whole body seemed electrified, so alive. She hadnât felt like this in years.And to think that Aubry, her dull son, had brought about this wonderful transition. She had never dreamed he had such passion locked up inside him. She shivered at that thrilling thought. George had never made her feel like this with his constant preaching that sex was dirty and evil.
She wasnât surprised when she felt Aubryâs arms slide around her and his hands cup her breasts.She laid her hand over his and pressed his firmly against her. âYouâll be late for workâ, she whispered, âI just called in. Iâll go later. Right now I have something more interesting to doâ.
He let a hand slide down to her mound and squeezed . Then he began to slowly pull her dress up to her hips. The fingers of his other hand found their way into her slit.and found her wet and wanting. He knew he should take her to the bedroom, but he had a vision of laying her on the kitchen table and eating her pussy like a delicious breakfast Once his mind was set on a course of action, it was difficult for him to change directions