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Click hereMy Mother filled her stockings well.
Her skirt would often ride
Up to her garters when she fell
Asleep. Of course, I eyed
Her nyloned--yes, that post-War brand
Had seams--her gams--that term
Was current. Steering with one hand
I'd frottage forth my sperm
So pungently that Mom would stretch
And sniff. "Where are we, Son?"
"In Kansas, Mom." She'd seldom fetch
Her dress back down. Such fun
We had before we fucked. We volleyed teases,
The Mothercunt and I, while serving Jesus.