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Forced to take my Mother

... pout made my father think of. I sighed as I wondered what dad would think if he knew that several times in the last couple of weeks his son had envisioned those lip doing exactly what they did for him. No sooner had that thought entered my mind I was confronted with the image of my mother on her knees looking up at me. Her blue eyes were wide and her lips pushed into that irresistible pout. That pout was hovering just over the swollen head of my cock and as I reached down and ran my hands through her long red hair, those lips parted and... "Stop it!" I snapped. Pushing that twisted visual from my mind, I looked into my own blue eyes in the rear view mirror and whispered, "You're a sick bastard and you need help, Mark." Help was something I was seriously considering. Perving on your mother just wasn't normal and the university did have free, and hopefully confidential, counseling. Still I was unsure whether or not I would be able to tell someone, even a professional, that last night I'd had a wet dream of my mother slipping into my bed and fucking me or that I had taken to watching mother son porn videos and jerking off to them. I forced myself to get out of the car and walk quickly along the fence in order to clear my head before I began replaying that dream. As I approached the gate to the yard I looked up and saw Jack and company still gawking and yelled loudly, "Hey Jack, what are you guys looking at?" Jack jerked his head around to look at me, then almost as quickly ...

... looked back into the yard. He put his hand up and gave an awkward wave at my mother who I had figured had looked up, and even from where I was I could see him turning red. He stood up and after saying something to his friends they entered his house. Jack was the last to do so and looking down at me, flipped me off and mouthed the word "Asshole!" I smiled and waved at him, then frowned when I heard mom call out, "Hey Mark, come sit by the pool with me!" I put my hand on the gate, then recalling the look of lust on Jack's face, and my recent issues; I decided I didn't need to see my mother right now. Pretending I didn't hear her, I walked past the gate and entered through the front door. As soon as I did I felt my stomach sink. There were two suitcases in the hallway which meant dad was going on the road. For years my father had been an inside sales rep for a company that manufactured custom car parts, but due to my starting college had taken a position in the outside sales division to make some extra commissions. I felt bad because he was now traveling two to three days a week and I knew it was hard on him and mom who even after twenty years of marriage were very close. In fact from the multitude of times I'd had to avoid the hallway at night and crank the music up in my room the two were very close. Not that I could blame dad, hell if I had a girlfriend as hot as my mother I'd never let her out of the bed. That thought was cut off when it hit me that dad starting the new job was ...