The Mothercunt Sonnets (8)

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Part 10 of the 11 part series

Updated 10/31/2021
Created 08/12/2004
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"You like my hair like this? Is it too cherry?"
My Mother asks. She's dyed it daring red
For Gil, the kindly gent she plans to marry.
"It's perfect Mother. Is he good in bed?"

"Not really, Baby. But he's fond of these."
She lets her house-gown open on the mass,
Sublime, of Mothertit. "He tries to squeeze
Them lamely, like they're fragile demitasse."

We chuckle, since I make the nipples bleed
Which nurtured me some forty years ago.
"Oh, Baby, suck me!" Mother groans, "I need
Your cruel mouth. Yes, bite me! Make me flow!"

I gulp hot jets of Titmead. "Fuck me now," I
   hear her grunt.
Its tit and twat. I spew sweet Sonwhey into
   Mothercunt.

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4degrees4degreesover 18 years ago
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very, very good

My Erotic TaleMy Erotic Taleover 18 years ago
series

I must have missed the other seven, even so this seem to have a standing all its own. I enjoyed your write.

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