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Forced to take my Mother

... me on her hands and knees. She was staring into my eyes and I sat there, unable to look away as she approached. Her tits were hanging down and threatening to spill out of the top and I could see straight down between to the pink skin of her nipples. Mom's absurdly fine ass was up in the air and this time my cock didn't twitch, but grew one from before. Mom was smiling as she approached, but it seemed different; more playful, as if she knew I was looking. Don't be stupid, I told myself as I tried to inconspicuously place my hands in my lap to cover my now fully hard cock. Mom came up to the chair and to my horror, knelt there between my legs looking up at me. "Come on, baby." She said in what I could only describe as a purr, "Come play with me." "P...play with you?" I stammered wondering if I had somehow fallen asleep and this was just another sick incestuous dream. "Yeah, in the pool, we can play volleyball like we used to all the time." 'Oh." I nodded. Giving me a sly smile she asked, "Why, what did you think I meant?" I couldn't answer right away as my eyes had been drawn down to her chest again and I stared at the beads of water sliding down them. This time mom didn't press for an answer, she stayed there, resting on her knees, her tits less than a foot from the raging hard on beneath my hands. Finally, taking a deep breath I raised my eyes to meet hers and shrugged, "I wasn't sure, that's why I asked." "Oh, is that why?" she asked, "I'm not sure what else you could have ...

... been thinking of, not like there are too many games we could play in there." I felt my face growing hot, but to my relief mom didn't push it. Instead, she reached out and grabbing the bottom of my shirt, started to pull it up. "Come on, take this off and jump in with me!" I wanted to resist her, but couldn't lift my hands from my lap. Mom tugged my shirt up to my chest, then laughed and said, "Arms up!" "Mom, please." "Wow, Mark, look at you." She shook her head and removing her hands from my shirt placed them on my bare stomach. "Damn your stomachs hard!" "I joined the gym at PC, been working out a lot," I said then tensed up as she lightly ran her long red nails down my stomach. "Well it shows." She nodded, "Hmm, my boy's become quite the man hasn't he?" Her hands slid up further and going under my shirt she rubbed my chest. "Tell you what Mark, your dad's in damn good shape too; I'm the envy of all the women on the street living with two hot guys like you two." "Uh...thanks." As she mentioned my father it dawned on me what this would look like if he were to come out here, mom on her knees, her hands all over me. "W...where is dad?" "Taking a nap, he has to fly out soon," she gave me a nasty little smile; "He went for a nice swim with me, a fun one." "TMI mom," when she cocked her head, I translated, "Too much information." "Oh, that's right only kids your age fuck." She said matter of factly, "I forgot your dad and I aren't supposed to have sex anymore. Never mind get each ...