Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereShe is the woman who game birth to me,
She is my mother,
Some would call what we do taboo,
But my mothers tight pussy I must do,
Her D cups are soft and warm,
Though it may not be the norm,
My mother is my wife,
She is my entire life,
And so now friends I must go,
For my mother wants me to blow,
to the vagina he came out of. As a very young guy himself, Kp is fully aware that for any boy that hairy hole between his mother's legs is absolutely unique and very special indeed. It's his own damn birth canal, of course, where he came down from into the world as a tiny baby. But it's much, much more than that. For a boy it's is the most beautiful anything he's ever seen. Nothing can ever delight him, excite him, make him nearly as hard as his own mother's cunt. He loves everything about it. The soft hairs that surround it. Its incredible softness, the sweetest softness in creation. Its planes and indentations--above all the Crease. The sharp musky aroma that wafts up to his nostrils from it and that he inhales deep into his young lungs--his own mother's cunt-smell. Boys were made to be worshipers--and plunderers--of the incomparable twat they came out of.
Doth history repeat itself.... Whether Love or Lust, Respect should always provide the upper hand....