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Andrea made her way down the stairs juggling the full laundry basket. Even though she was rewarded an unexpected day off work with pay, the real work of household, husband and two sons never seemed to end. She pushed by the weed-whacker and managed a good hip-check on the street hockey net stored outside the laundry room.
She sorted through the laundry, separating the whites from the coloured. She shook her head at the quantity of sport socks and underwear her boys went through on a bi-weekly basis. The water flowed noisily into the tub as Andrea sprinkled a copious cup of detergent into the mix.
Turning, she thought she heard footsteps running down the stairs, but that was ridiculous. Her husband Pete was on a three day business trip and the boys wouldn’t be home from school for at least another four hours.
Shrugging it off, Andrea made her way back to the stairs. Now distanced from the rushing water and noisy machine, she could hear the basement TV playing from down the corridor. ‘Well, that didn’t make sense!’ Andrea thought, she hadn’t turned the TV on and it wasn’t playing when she came down – and certainly, it couldn’t turn itself on!
Cautiously, she tip-toed towards the open door. She could hear what sounded like a woman speaking indistinctly, then a lot of moaning, groaning and heavy sighing. Andrea hesitantly peered into the basement room. The first thing that caught her eye was the 47inch LED TV… and the image playing on the flat screen was that of a skinny brunette girl with a thick long cock pummelling her in the ass.
The image cross-faded to a tight gynaecological close-up of the cock and pussy engaged in hardcore sex, and Andrea felt slightly confused in what she was seeing and why it was on the TV. Startled by the sound of rustling that came from inside the room, and not from the TV, she quickly turned to pin-point the source.
Andrea saw her youngest son, Brandon, his jeans open and thumbs hooked into the waistband proceeding to push the garment down to his knees. His sporty grey underwear carried a massive bulge at the crotch, and before Andrea could have a thought, Brandon reached inside and extricated his fully aroused and erect penis.
Brandon fell into the sofa and placed his feet up on the coffee table. Much like a deer caught in the headlights, Andrea stood mesmerized as Brandon took a good grip of his youthful manhood and began to lazily stroke himself as he watched the TV.
He pulled his foreskin down tightly, and with his free hand began to tease and play with his cock’s bulbous red helmet. Andrea covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle any sound that might come out. Her mind reeled and she desperately wanted to runaway and hide. No mother should see her c***d masturbate, it was something that should be done in private.
Yet, Andrea could not make herself move. To make matters worse, she sensed her breasts beginning to swell and a pleasurable warm moist tingle beginning to emanate from between her thighs. ‘Stop it!’ she screamed inside her mind – ‘No, this is so wrong!’
Brandon reached over to the side table and retrieved several tissues. Andrea knew her son was about to spew his creamy seed as a voice on the TV caught her attention. ‘That’s it Brandon, Mmm… cum in my ass!’ The camera pulled back to reveal the guy fucking the young brunette girl was, indeed, her own son – the same one she just watched masturbating.
Andrea ran. She ran as fast as she could, up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom. Shutting and locking the door behind her, she stood gasping for air. How in God’s name could she ever face her son… talk about this to her husband… or should she even mention it?
Back downstairs, oblivious to all, Brandon cleaned himself up as the DVD played to the end. Over the speakers, he heard his brother’s voice.
“That’s a wrap… Good job there little b*o! Got some good shit. Tiffany’s a good fuck, we’ll use her again.”
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She sorted through the laundry, separating the whites from the coloured. She shook her head at the quantity of sport socks and underwear her boys went through on a bi-weekly basis. The water flowed noisily into the tub as Andrea sprinkled a copious cup of detergent into the mix.
Turning, she thought she heard footsteps running down the stairs, but that was ridiculous. Her husband Pete was on a three day business trip and the boys wouldn’t be home from school for at least another four hours.
Shrugging it off, Andrea made her way back to the stairs. Now distanced from the rushing water and noisy machine, she could hear the basement TV playing from down the corridor. ‘Well, that didn’t make sense!’ Andrea thought, she hadn’t turned the TV on and it wasn’t playing when she came down – and certainly, it couldn’t turn itself on!
Cautiously, she tip-toed towards the open door. She could hear what sounded like a woman speaking indistinctly, then a lot of moaning, groaning and heavy sighing. Andrea hesitantly peered into the basement room. The first thing that caught her eye was the 47inch LED TV… and the image playing on the flat screen was that of a skinny brunette girl with a thick long cock pummelling her in the ass.
The image cross-faded to a tight gynaecological close-up of the cock and pussy engaged in hardcore sex, and Andrea felt slightly confused in what she was seeing and why it was on the TV. Startled by the sound of rustling that came from inside the room, and not from the TV, she quickly turned to pin-point the source.
Andrea saw her youngest son, Brandon, his jeans open and thumbs hooked into the waistband proceeding to push the garment down to his knees. His sporty grey underwear carried a massive bulge at the crotch, and before Andrea could have a thought, Brandon reached inside and extricated his fully aroused and erect penis.
Brandon fell into the sofa and placed his feet up on the coffee table. Much like a deer caught in the headlights, Andrea stood mesmerized as Brandon took a good grip of his youthful manhood and began to lazily stroke himself as he watched the TV.
He pulled his foreskin down tightly, and with his free hand began to tease and play with his cock’s bulbous red helmet. Andrea covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle any sound that might come out. Her mind reeled and she desperately wanted to runaway and hide. No mother should see her c***d masturbate, it was something that should be done in private.
Yet, Andrea could not make herself move. To make matters worse, she sensed her breasts beginning to swell and a pleasurable warm moist tingle beginning to emanate from between her thighs. ‘Stop it!’ she screamed inside her mind – ‘No, this is so wrong!’
Brandon reached over to the side table and retrieved several tissues. Andrea knew her son was about to spew his creamy seed as a voice on the TV caught her attention. ‘That’s it Brandon, Mmm… cum in my ass!’ The camera pulled back to reveal the guy fucking the young brunette girl was, indeed, her own son – the same one she just watched masturbating.
Andrea ran. She ran as fast as she could, up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom. Shutting and locking the door behind her, she stood gasping for air. How in God’s name could she ever face her son… talk about this to her husband… or should she even mention it?
Back downstairs, oblivious to all, Brandon cleaned himself up as the DVD played to the end. Over the speakers, he heard his brother’s voice.
“That’s a wrap… Good job there little b*o! Got some good shit. Tiffany’s a good fuck, we’ll use her again.”
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