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the only word I am to understand is "Mama, Mama!" he or she's either being spanked or has fallen down and couldn't get up, or somethin',,,

anyway, there used to be a translating site/software a couple years ago and it translated very oddly and interestingly,,, i wonder if it has kept up in its development? anyone knows?

This is an ENGLISH erotic story site!

If you can't write in English then piss off to some German site that only deals with your archaic language.

write english or better american thank you

lustblume, please pardon the idiot who replied in such a rude and gormless manner.

the title is german, no one asks u to read a story with a german title! so instead of posting such an insulting comment either invest some time and learn a foreign language or simply dont even click on stories with foreign titles! dont go out and blame other ppl for ur ignorance!

again great story and pls keep it up!

to all the rude english/american idiots:

the author just forgot to place this part of the story in the german section of this site. so calm down and accept the fact, that you are only capable of reading your own, simple idiom or start learning another language!

besides: the reviews of the german readers were fabulous!

January sits, no kneels almost half on me. Its young leg muscles are strained. Likewise its belly muscles. These eyes. Devour me, beg me on, seem me to instruct: Proceeds me mummy! Wichs mean tail. I feel the first time in my life this much deep-going play between a man and me. Its position, over me „thronend" highly above; - is gebieterisch. It wants to possess me. And I am to be my son to services. Sky!? Does this hot rascal have no shame.??? His own mother, me, to against-stretch its rigid tail so impudently….? I am still completely creative by the outbreak of my Orgasmus. But January did not come yet. There it does not return. And I suspect that he will against-hurl me his desire in form of a hot sticky load sperm. I white not why, but I it to its father or every other man rather badly would probably take, if he wanted to mould on me degrading in such a way. Only here and now not. No. I hold Jans tail in my hand, feel genüsslich and slow as excited Sünderin this desire belt of my son - a feeling of which I times think might not - in my delicate hand nevertheless quite uninhibited completely and wichse him. I am never forgotten probably this expression in Jans eyes, not only the excitation; no! Rather the expression of the joy and the impudent victory certainty that it is only its good right to be able to be availed from its mother sexually. And it does not make make no secret from it as well it pleases it. Everyone of my tender yielding movements lets it tremble. I enjoy it bringing finally times January likewise from the version as it made it with me so far.

„Well my treasure….?! You seem to enjoy it, if I down-get you one… or?! " I look it triumphierend on. My eyes shine. January looks verzückt and easily surprised. Since we floated it show I now for the first time that I am now part of this sündhaften play. That I stand completely to have Sex with it!

„Mummy mummy…?! ts. .ts…. I believe, I much fun with you to have…. am "

It vibrated easily amuses its pretty head. Its Mundwinkel forgave themselves to a genüsslichen easy Grinsen and its cheek bones step out easily. I feel in its hand. This self-assertion. A kind of dominance, which rests completely in itself. I am afraid, I to him begging before the feet would throw myself, if we had not already had Sex. I swallow this thought down. It is enough, if January knows that I leave myself voluntarily from it to birds. *Nein Jutta, remains your secret! *

Its greedy view dances over my small breasts, its new „Spielfeld". With a hand it paints to me over my head. I know exactly that he would get most of all one blown from me. But I do not make it simple. No. You must get it to you. I think with beating of the heart.

*Gott, if it finds out only times, how it makes me sharply. And that it can get everything from me…?! Everything!!! I cannot differently….*

For it seems to be easier a kind resistance meinerseits. I see its impatience, a kind uncertainty whether he may do it. I enjoy it. Because I am safe that he will find it out. And everyone of its small conquests over me lets me tremble full Wonne. It is almost a mood of the desire, means son to provoke. To serve it not everything on the silver tray. To wake its animalische desire. I am sure me that the sexual greed of my son will suppress all shameful thoughts in him on me.

I feel the desire to play with the fire to let its Sextrieb burn hot. In order to then leave me from it unrestrainedly to birds. This desire of it, nearly a rape equal to be taken. Without danger, since he is my son. But with the same desire. My thoughts race. To hardly seize. Darken Wonnen of the Vorahnung. And all this during I physically its tail hold. I see as it shortly before am. Hear his easy quiet groan. *… oh you geiler sweet rascal. Come ...... come for me… come for mummy…! *

A neckischer impudent sunbeam lights up its acorn. Its eyes shine likewise. Above all full greed and Sextrieb, the impulse, which will control me our three days here in the small village at the coast.

Hopsa…!! Warm sperm applauds surprisingly ejected on my Dekollete

„Hmmmmmmm… " Groans to a man completely January completely quietly. Comes however obviously like an explosion. Its whole hot body is strained. I see its to muscles. Chords. Veins. Its acorn completely firmly and thickly! Its sperm smells easily bitterly. A further load. It closes its eyes and trembles. I feel it at its leg muscles, me nearly squeeze together around my hip. My breath goes faster. What a play! I absorb everything, each gesture, each trembling. everything!

„Hey…. leave to you somewhat after for the remaining day. January.! " I, nearly even hechelnd, announce and grinse him. For its „ertapptes" ginsen could I die. It looks likewise grinsend and says only: „´Mama; warts off! " And its sweet self-assertion lets me tremble full Vorfreude

...ist das nicht, Dinge die man nicht versteht mit groben Worten zu kommentieren, "Englische Art" schon gar nicht.

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Die Geschichte selbst dagegen ist fein geschrieben, und im besten Sinn erotisch.

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