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NUDIST f****y SEX CLINIC

... barely enough to satisfy her needs until the next itch between her legs got too intense to ignore, and she had to call her occasional sex partner up for another dull meeting at a nearby motel. But she’d been a good mother. At least she’d always thought so. Connie had tried to be a trusted friend and companion to her son as he grew up, but over the last few years she had become aware of his discomfort in the presence of most females…from young girls to older women. Billy was a terrific k**; bright and cute, she thought, but so shy. Even though he was on the way to adulthood, Billy still looked like a c***d to her. Connie’s job as a bookkeeper kept them moving around quite a lot during Billy’s puberty, and he never really had a chance to make friends with other k**s. Connie figured that was probably the reason her son was so painfully shy about his own manhood, and totally innocent about the intimate physiology of females. Shortly after Billy had reached puberty, he began having almost nightly wet dreams that left large dried spots of semen in his pajama pants and on the bed sheets. She had tried to tell him in a calm, adult, and motherly manner about the rudiments of sex, but the boy’s extreme bashfulness had made her explanations just too uncomfortable, and she was unable to give him any really detailed information. And, oddly enough, she had felt a warm throb of feeling of remarkable strength as she could feel the marble of her clitoris quickly growing even longer that ever ...

... befoer. From her close and concerned observation, Connie knew that her dear Billy didn’t masturbate from the usual graphic photos and stories hidden in the pages of pornographic magazines, or all over the internet. She’d heard from other mothers about the sexual exploits of their teenage c***dren, but aside from those nocturnal emissions, Billy was a total innocent. As smart as he was, he didn’t know of a means to relieve himself of the congested sexuality that erupted on its own at night when he was asl**p. His innocence resulted in almost constant deposits of dried semen on his bed and pajamas. Poor k**, she thought. And then Connie began to fear that Billy might be gay. That idea was dispelled one afternoon when she was supposed to pick him up at the mall after a movie. She was a little late and as she approached the theater, she spotted Billy seated on a bench, waiting for her. Connie felt bad about keeping him waiting, but something made her stop and move behind a nearby to conceal herself. She watched the boy. He sat quietly where he was, but Connie noticed that he suddenly looked up when a woman with truly oversized breasts walk by. Her bosom was barely concealed by the thin cloth of a halter top at least one size too small to contain her heavy mammaries. The woman walked past, her deep cleavage wobbling obscenely with each step, and Connie saw that Billy’s eyes surreptitiously followed her until she walked out of sight. It was also then that Connie realized that her ...