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He was the first to speak.
"Now I need to get your hand out."
Then, to my surprise, and great amusement, he did, in less than a minute. Had he made it seem harder than it really was, so that he could touch me up? If he had, then he'd got more than he'd expected, because I'd made him fuck me!
I was curious, how had he managed to do it. Before I could ask he told me.
"It was easy. I bent the other pipe, just enough so that your hand would come out."
I had to laugh, I could have done that. But thankfully I hadn't. And from now on, I would never have to go to Joe's Bar ever again, because waiting for me at home was a nice cock!
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Anonymousover 1 year agohave observed that--as in real life--it is usually left to the female (in this case the mother) to essentially grant access to her body, even if she initially has reservations about doing so. I'm 76. As a youngster I had an obsessive fixation on my mother's breasts (which were perfect in their various dimensions, with lovely skin and pink nipples).
Some readers might be adversely reacting to my commentary at this point--but this is NOT a testimonial to an incestual affair; no such activity occurred between us. However, after my deranged father ran off with a woman much younger than my mother but no more beautiful, my mother became aware of my fascination with her breasts and with the most natural of everyday activities week-end and week-out allowed opportunities for my viewing of her to occur. (I know this for certain because we discussed it later after I married.) I don't know if whether (as a woman rejected by the man she loved even after he left her) she sought some solace in the adoration of the other male she loved (me)...or whether she simply decided that she was going to relate to me in the most natural affectionate way possible (since she no longer had to consider anyone else's opinions on the appropriateness of relaxed family dress around the house and she was going to do as she damn well pleased).
The point of all that verbosity is that she was a strong woman (most mothers are) and as a strong woman she gave me her permission to love her to the extent SHE decided was right. Although influenced by very realistic household circumstances created by this author--(women have always had to cope throughout history with household emergencies even when their men WERE around)--the mother in this story did the same.
SHE made the decision--and more power to her and all women like her coping with life as best they can.
Damn well done Chris99999. Damn well done.
I always want such stories continued. So...more please.
