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Click hereI don't know why I have this unconscious craving to be treated like a whore, or why I never even suspected this about me before. It's weird how I can feel dirty and abused, yet somehow be so easily aroused by a touch. As if the utter wrongness of it all is just the erotic icing on the cake.
Whatever the cause, it feels pointless to fight it. Perhaps I can be both Harry's mother, and Harry's whore too.
gotta love those mothers that submit to wearing stockings. harry is one lucky nylonist fucker
I know it's been a minute, but I literally return to this story over and over, and for one small reason: I cannot get the scene out of my mind, where mom tries again to confront, but Harry asks her to sit on him first, and she complies without a thought. Such a hot moment! I only wish that it would have been extended. Like if she went on a lecture, and he escalated touching, and him asking probing questions while probing her. My incest fetish aside, that would be an instantly faved story for me regardless. You're so good, though. Thx