Utfordring: Fap free September

[Carlgutt]

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Okay, I know there’s a lot of bullshit here on /b/, but I’ll tell you my story, and you can take it or leave it… I don’t care. My name, for purposes of this story is Ian. No, that’s not my real name, but let us just assume it is. Just a fellow /b/tard like you, but with a twist.

 

My mom was very young when she gave birth to me. She was only 17 and still in high school, and I never knew who my dad was. I was her only child and she never married; she never had time to. Times were tough growing up, and my mom had to work most of the time to pay bills. She managed fairly well, and she even managed to put herself through college.

 

I could always tell she was really lonely. She hardly ever dated, and when she did, she always got let down by the loser. I could never figure out why either. She was drop dead gorgeous.

 

She stands about 5 foot 10, has really smooth, silky tanned legs. Her hips are perfectly shaped, and her ass is round and tight. She never lost her figure when she had me, probably because she had me at such a young age. Her waistline was trim, and she always had a nicely defined abdomen area.

 

Her tits, oh my god, her wonderful breasts… they were definitely her best feature. Somehow, they just defied gravity. Two perfectly shaped, round orbs. I’ve never guessed at their size, but they were large and succulent. When she wore low cut shirts, I would find myself staring at her tight cleavage. Sometimes, if she wore a shirt sheer enough, you could make out her nipples ever so faintly. The perkiness of her titties were accentuated by her nipples, in that they were pointed very slightly towards the sky. Not too much, but just enough. But I digress…

 

Her face is angelic. She is still in her very early thirties and she looks the same as she did ten years ago. Beautiful round blue eyes, a petite nose, and full pillowy lips that pops out at you invitingly. Her hair is a dark brunette color, very straight and long, but flowingly so. Cute little ears and a thin, delicate neck that aches to be kissed. She always carries a slight smile, although I’m not sure that she always means it. It gives her a sort of confidence that is very attractive.

 

Growing up, Mom and I were very close. I was her pride and joy, and I reciprocated all the love and affection she gave me. I truly loved her as a child, and still do to this day. She and I were all we had in the world, and that was enough. We played games, read together, took naps in the same bed, cuddled with each other, got into tickle matches (she always won), and we told each other all our secrets. I was very lucky to have her all to myself like this.

 

We also bathed together, though this did end once I started to get to a higher age. I remember quite clearly when we had to stop that activity. I was about eight years old, and my mother always had me lather her up. She returned the favor, and it was quite nice. During this last bath together, I began soaping her tits. They were so slick and beautiful, covered in a film of soapy water. I couldn’t stop staring at them for some odd reason and really took my time with them. As I played with them, she moaned a bit. I looked up and noticed she was taking pleasure in what I was doing.

 

She let out a soft sigh and her eyes rolled back. I became aroused and this was my first experience with that sensation. After continuing a bit, she looked up concernedly at me, then she looked down. A shocked expression made it’s way onto her face as she peered down, so I stopped to see what the fuss was about. I had an erection, and it was poking her in the abdomen.

 

Never had my dick done this before, and I was frightened. Mom looked back up to me and giggled a bit at me.

 

“You okay?” she asked.

 

I replied, “Not sure. Why is my PENIS doing that?”

 

She touched it, took a good look at it, and wrapped her hand around it, squeezing the shaft. She looked at me and said, “Maybe you have to pee.”

 

Not knowing any better, I concurred with her, and tried to pee in the toilet. She dried off herself as I struggled, not managing to pee. She put a bathrobe on and that was the last time I would see her naked.

 

“Keep trying,” she said, giggling to herself.

 

“Okay, mom”

 

Looking back at that memory, I have to admit I am a little embarrassed, but I was a child. I didn’t know any better.

 

 

Four years later, when I was twelve years old, I, like most boys around that age, discovered masturbation. I found out about it innocently enough the morning after having a wet dream. I was immediately hooked to it, as I’m sure most normal boys are around that time of life. I began using almost any opportunity whatsoever to relieve my aching balls.

 

Mom and I didn’t have internet at the time, so I had to resort to using the lamest material to masturbate. Think JC Penney catalogs in the girls lingerie sections. Yeah, it was quite lame, but whatever.

 

One time, I happened to be at a friends house and noticed his brother had a DVD with some soft porn movie on it. I forget it’s name, but it would have been safe enough to show on Cinemax. This was the first and only time I had ever stolen something from someone. I had no choice, my dick compelled me to do it.

 

Mom was working until six in the evening, and I always had the house to myself after I got home from school. She usually demanded that I do my homework during this interim time, as she wanted to spend time with me during the evening hours. I usually obliged, though I have to admit I strayed quite a bit.

 

I had gotten home from school one evening and broke open my books to do an assignment in my room. About an hour or so into it, I became rather restless. I had begun to think about rubbing one out, and remembered the DVD I had stolen. I looked at the clock, and decided Mom shouldn’t be home for another hour which left me plenty of time to go jerk off.

 

We only had two televisions in the house; one in the living room and one in my Mom’s bedroom. I decided that it would be best to use her room, as if she came home, I would have time to run back to my room unnoticed. I walked down to her room, turned the television on, and popped the DVD into the player. I needed some sort of lubrication, so I walked into her bathroom and spotted some of her body lotion. It smelled like apricots, which wasn’t too bad.

 

I smeared a big glob of lotion on my dick and balls and fast forwarded the DVD until I got to a good scene. The scene had this slutty blonde girl getting ate out by another girl. It was pretty hot, especially for a kid who was used to slapping it to girls in their underwear on page 97 of the fall Sears catalog. Seeing actually naked girls got me rock hard in no time, and it was exciting to be fapping to something new.

 

I tried hard to lengthen the experience by slow jerking my slippery cock, allowing the nuances of being titillated like that permeate my whole body. My anus was clenched tight, and I could feel my balls stiffening up. I was in for a really intense orgasm soon. That’s when something in the corner of the room caught my attention.

 

There, laying in the corner by my Mom’s dresser, was a wadded up pair of her panties. I couldn’t help myself, so I went to investigate. I pulled them up and unfolded them. There they were, her black lace panties, with little flowers embroidered in them. They were so silky and soft to the touch, and images of her wearing them began to flood my mind. ‘Oh god,’ I thought to myself, ‘what she must look like in these…’

 

Just like in those catalog ads I used to jack off to. I rubbed the silk material between my fingers, and then I brought them up to my face. I don’t know what caused me to sniff, but I did. These were definitely used, and I could smell this intoxicating musky scent, that sent lightning bolts through my cock. I buried my face in them, trying to absorb as much of that smell as possible as I stroked my dick. I then took them and used rubbed them along my cock, mixing her pussy juices in with the apricot lotion covering me.

 

The pleasure built and built and I suddenly ready to let my cum fly when I heard the garage begin to open. Fear slammed into me, and I immediately pulled my trousers up and flipped off the television. I didn’t have time to get my senses in order, but instinctively ran out of her room and back into mine. My heart was about to leap out of my chest.

 

I heard her open the door and walk down towards my room in the hall. I adjusted myself at my desk, trying to appear that I had been hard at work all afternoon with my studies. She tapped on the door and slowly opened it.

 

She peered in and smiled, “You doing okay?”

 

“Um, yeah,” I said, trying not to look odd.

 

“I got let go early from work,” she proclaimed. “You feeling okay? Your face is red.”

 

 

“Yeah,” I said, trying to formulate an excuse. “I’ve been thinking pretty hard.” Yeah, that was stupid.

 

“Oh, okay,” she smiled and giggled. She turned and said, “I’m gonna go clean up. Go set the table for dinner, and I’ll be down in a bit.”

 

She turned to look back, “Do you smell something like flowers in here?”

 

“Um, no,” I replied, realizing she was smelling her own body lotion in the air. I was pretty much sitting in it.

 

“Alright, go get the table set.”

 

She walked down to her room and turned the shower on. I went to the kitchen and got everything to make the table, when I remembered that I left the DVD playing in her room. I had to retrieve it before she turned on the television, or I would get killed.

 

I snuck up into her room and gently tiptoed by the door to her bathroom. She had left it opened slightly, which I wish she hadn’t done.

 

I looked in.

 

 

There she was; naked and covered in suds. I immediately stopped and stared. She was washing her hair and leaning back ever so slightly. Her huge tits pointed at me through the steam collecting in the room. My dick was engorged at this point and my balls, still blue from earlier, let me know that it was time to release the pressure.

 

I dropped my pants, and underwear. My dick was still super slick from all the lotion, so I began to jerk off.

 

Yes, I was jerking off to the sight of my own mother’s naked wet body. I didn’t even question what was wrong with this whole scene, I just did it like this was what I was supposed to be doing at that very moment.

 

I watched as she slid her feminine hands along her torso, up and around her giant tits. Soap collected along the bottom of the spheres, creating a sudsy stalactite towards her hips. Her pouted lips smacked as she turned around to reveal her curvaceous ass. It was in the shape of a perfect onion, and defied gravity much in the same way her tits did. I was about to cum hard.

 

She turned again, and right before I blew, I caught a glimpse of her pussy. She shaved it bare!

Shooting cum is not exactly what I did; Instead, pissing cum would be a better term. It really was like I was peeing all over the carpet and trousers beneath me. I never in my life had that much sperm shoot out of me at that point, and the orgasm was so mind-bending, I believe it was akin to a religious experience. The thought of my mother, wet, and completely shaved was unlike anything I had ever known or felt ever.

 

Realizing what I had done, I began to clean up the mess I made at her door. My balls felt like they had shot up through my throat, and I needed to get a drink of water. I exited her room, and made my way downstairs. I could hear her finishing up her shower and drying off. I was so light-headed from the whole endeavor that I had forgotten why I went up there in the first place.

 

That’s when I got sick to my stomach. I made my way back up there, when I heard the television come on.

 

The sound was indeed, very loud, and yes, it was the sound of a woman getting her pussy eaten by another woman, and all the wonderful (but not in this case) sounds of a young woman experiencing a sexual act performed on her.

 

I exhaled.

 

Then, “IAN!!”

 

I heard the volume drop on the television, but not go off. I walked into her room reluctantly.

 

“IAN---GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW” she demanded.

 

I walked in. There, my mom stood, remote in hand pointing at the television, with a young blonde woman getting another woman’s tongue lashed on her cunt. My mom stood there, looking at me with the sort of indignation a mother could muster when she discovers soft core pornography in her own room.

 

“What, in the HELL, is this?”

 

I stammered, but said absolutely nothing. I looked away.

 

“LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU.”

 

“I don’t know, mom,” I said, “I’m…I’m so sorry.”

 

She looked back at the screen, turned it off and took the DVD out of the player. She walked up to me with it in hand.

 

“Where did you get this?”

 

“I don’t remember,” I said, tears wallowing up in my eyes. I looked down and dried them off with my sleeve.

 

“This is dirty, nasty crap, and I won’t allow this in MY HOUSE,” she decried. She then snapped the DVD in two separate pieces.

 

“Get out of here, right now and go to your room,” she spat at me, “I don’t want to see you the rest of the night.”

 

I turned and ran out.

 

I studied the rest of the night, but found it impossible to concentrate. She brought me my dinner, but refused to say a word to me. Now, I’d like all you /b/tards to remember that I was 12 years old. This is a MORTIFYING experience for anyone, much less someone who just discovered his own sexuality a few months ago.

 

It was around 9:00 pm, and I decided it was time to try and get some sleep. I didn’t think it was going to be possible for me to, but I had to try. I disrobed, and put on a pair of boxer shorts to sleep in. I rarely like to sleep in anything else.

 

I turned off the lights, set my alarm for the morning, and rolled to the side. Maybe sleeping in a fetal position would help, I thought to myself. My mind began to drift to what had happened earlier, and reflecting on the terrible things I had done.

 

I wasn’t ashamed of the pornography, because, well, I didn’t use that. What had disturbed me was that I masturbated to the sight of my own mother tonight, and I was clearly wrong in doing so. No one should ever do this, at least no one should ever think of their own mother like that? What sort of sick, twisted individual does that sort of thing? I was thoroughly disgusted with myself in every way.

 

Then, not soon after I had laid there, I heard the door open and the light from the hallway peered in. I could see the silhouette of my mom there in the door frame.

 

“Honey…” she began.

 

She turned the lights on.

 

I focused my eyes and sat up a bit in bed.

 

“Honey, I…” she continued, “I want to…apologize to you.”

 

She walked over slowly to my bed, and then sat down next to me. She put her hand on my arm and spoke.

 

“What I said, and how I reacted to you earlier was wrong. I was shocked by what had happened, but didn’t put together that you’re growing up, and this is part of it.”

 

I didn’t change expression.

 

“Honey, what you are doing is becoming a man. I want you to know that what you were doing earlier, is okay. It’s natural. It’s called masturbation, and everyone does it,” she said, “Including me.”

 

“It wasn’t right of me to punish you for this, and I’m sorry for how I reacted. I understand you have to be confused right now, and it wasn’t a good idea to make it negative.”

 

“I want you to feel free to masturbate, but you have to be discreet about it,” she went on, “It isn’t something people need to find out about.”

 

She smiled at me lovingly.

 

“I’m really happy that you’re finally growing up,” she then paused, then her eyes began to well up with tears.

 

She then said, “I’m just sad to see my little boy is going away….”

 

She began to cry. I reached up out of instinct and pulled her towards me. I gently rubbed her back, and pulled her full bosom into my chest. Her tits were so big and soft, and they felt so warm.

 

She continued crying.

 

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered in my ear, “Do you forgive me?”

I nodded.

 

“Good,” she smiled and pulled away a bit. She wiped her tears away and sniffed. She rubbed my bare chest, then ran the back of her hand across my cheek.

 

“Well, we’ll go out tomorrow, just you and me. Deal?”

 

“Deal,” I replied.

 

She smiled again and everything was obviously alright.

 

She looked away a bit, then looked back right before leaving.

 

“Oh, by the way,” she said, “The next time you’re in my room like that, you may want to remember to take these with you.”

 

She got up, undid her jeans, and pulled them down, exposing the panties I had wrapped around my cock earlier!

 

Time stood still for a bit, as I stared at them. I couldn’t believe it. I looked up at her.

 

“What’s wrong?” she asked. She had a sinister smile half cocked on her face. She turned around to show me her ass, then around again. Clearly, she was happy with herself.

 

“Do you like Mommy’s panties, Ian?” she asked again. “Did they help you earlier when you had them sliding back and forth on your rock hard dick, Ian? Did the silkiness get you ready to cum?”

 

I was motionless at this point.

 

“And, how did it feel, Ian, when you watched Mommy in the shower?”

 

She bent down about an inch away from my face, eye to eye.

 

She whispered, “Don’t think I’m not as observant as you’d like to, Ian. I saw you there when I was in the shower earlier; on your knees, your rock-hard dick in your right hand.” She grabbed my right hand into hers. She picked it up and placed it on my crotch.

 

“Stroking…” she moved my hand back and forth along my PENIS. “Stroking…” she continued saying that over and over in a soft whisper, her eyes locked onto mine. My mouth was wide open in awe.

 

“Ian, only dirty little boys peep on girls in the shower, but you….” she stammered, “you actually shot cum out of your dick at the sight of your mother naked.”

 

She continued rubbing my hand back and forth.

 

“And, I saw how much you came, and no, you did a lousy job cleaning that up…”

 

She lifted her other hand and stroked it along my face, then along my bottom lip. She sighed and smiled.

 

“Mommy has the right mind to punish you for that. Dirty little boys deserve to get in a lot of trouble for that sort of thing. You’re a very, very bad boy, with what you did.”

 

That’s when I realized my dick was hard and poking out of my boxers.

 

“Oh, what have we here…” she looked down at my raging boner. “Looks like the dirty boy continues being a little pervert. Why do you continue to get aroused around Mommy?”

 

I was shaking like a leaf and I didn’t know what to do.

 

“Ian…I think we need to punish you for your bad behavior,” she then stood up. “ Get up, Ian.”

 

Nervously, I stood up to her, my head only tall enough to touch the bottom of her breasts.

 

“Take your underwear off, Ian. I have something new for you to wear.”

 

She led me down to her room while I was completely naked; my dick raised into the air on it‘s own. We reached her room, where, on her bed, lay a lace white bra, panties, blouse, and skirt. She closed the door behind her and locked it. She took her jeans off and walked over to the bed. She picked up the panties and held them up to me.

 

“Mommy has decided that little boys shouldn’t act the way you are acting, so she has decided that from here on out tonight, you will be a girl.” she quit smiling, and in an angry voice said and scowl across her face commanded, “Put these on.”

 

I walked over and picked up the items. She walked back to the bathroom, and said, “Mommy is going to change, and when she opens this door, you will have put on all these clothes laid out for you. Understand?”

 

I just nodded, scared to death.

 

“Good. Do it.”

 

The door closed and I immediately slid the panties on. My dick was still rock hard, and wouldn’t fit into the girls underwear. I pulled the skirt over it and put the rest of the garments on. I looked over and there I stood in the mirror, wearing girls clothes. I was really, really scared.

 

The door to the bathroom opened and my mother walked out. She was wearing thigh high stockings, connected by garter to a leather teddy and corset. She was wearing lace, elbow length gloves and high heels. She had her long hair pulled back into a pony tail, and around her neck was a black choker.

 

“Well, look at you,” she smiled wickedly. “What a fine little girl you are. But, I’m afraid Ian is a boy’s name. We can’t call you that since you’re obviously not a boy.” she laughed.

 

“Yes…you’re new name is Elizabeth. Do you like that name?” she asked mockingly.

 

I didn’t make a motion.

 

She paced a bit, back in forth in front of me. Then she walked behind me to examine my backside. I just stood at attention.

 

She straitened my blouse and fixed my skirt.

 

“Oh, well we do have a problem here, don’t we?” she reached around and grabbed my hard on. “Little girls don’t have dicks, Elizabeth.”

 

“Is Mommy going to have to do something about your dick?”

 

I shook my head no.

 

“No?” she replied, “Well, Elizabeth, Mommy’s are always right, and in this case you’re wrong.”

 

She walked back around in front of me. She walked back over to the dresser and picked up the panties she had on earlier.

 

 

“Close your eyes.” she commanded.

 

I shut my eyes, felt something soft on my dick.

 

“Now open…”

 

I opened my eyes and the panties were draped off my rock hard cock.

 

“I want you to use those, like you did earlier. Show Mommy what you were doing earlier.”

 

I began to rub the panties along my cock like I did earlier. I looked over and saw in the mirror how I was dressed up like a girl, masturbating with a pair of my mother’s black silk panties.

 

“How do you feel?”

 

I just shrugged.

 

“Answer me!” she yelled.

 

“I…I…I don’t know,” I stammered, “I am a little scared right now.”

 

“Why?” she asked.

 

“I don’t know what’s going to happen to me,” I replied.

 

She got down on her knees in front of me so she could look at me eye to eye.

 

“If you want to feel better, you’re going to have to do something for Mommy.”

 

She then pulled me towards her, grabbed my cock and squeezed it. She locked her lips into mine and thrust her tongue into mine. After about ten minutes of her making out with me like that, she pushed me back, got up and walked over to the bed.

 

She knelt, and said, “Undo Mommy’s corset.”

 

I got up, walked over and undid the ties on the back of her underwear. The corset fell off, revealing her enormous breasts covered in a black lace bra. I could make out pointy little nipples I loved as a child pointing ever so slightly towards the ceiling. My dick felt like it was going to fall off.

 

She grabbed my chest and said, “For a little girl, you sure have small tits.” She grabbed my hands and placed them on her tits. “That’s what real tits are like. Soft, supple….”

 

“Do you like Mommy’s tits?” She asked.

 

I nodded.

 

“Continue massaging Mommy’s tits, you filthy little girl.” She then undid her bra from the back and allowed me to rub my hands all over her beautiful chest. She moaned, never taking her gaze off me.

 

“Mommy’s getting really wet,” she proclaimed. “Now I want you to do something for Mommy.”

 

She leaned back, pulled her panties off, leaving nothing on but her garters and black silk stockings and high heels. Here, my mother lay spread out, shaved pussy exposed, and completely naked in front of me.

 

Me; a twelve year old boy in little girl’s clothing.

 

“Mommy wants you to lick her pussy.”

 

I bent down and reached forward with my tongue.

 

“Softly,” she demanded.

 

I obliged. I ran the tip of my tongue first, down the right side of her pussy, then back up the left. I began to smell what I had smelled before that afternoon: my mother’s pussy scent - so musky, yet invigorating. I ran my tongue along entrance to her VAGINA, and parted her pussy lips with my two index fingers. It was bright pink, and very wet. I could see and smell everything I ever dreamed of. I wanted to stick my dick in there.

 

She motioned with her right hand and lifted the top fold of her pussy.

 

“My clitoris,” she explained. “That’s like a girl’s PENIS. If you are nice to it, maybe Mommy will be nice to your PENIS. But…you never know.”

 

I gently began to lick around the exposed nub, my dick stiffening with my mother’s clitoris right there in front of me. I continued for at least an hour. She rocked back and forth on my face, sometimes pulling me in while she came, and pushing me away if I got too rough. I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

 

“What a bad little girl you are,” she often said, then she would arch her back and cum wildly. My balls were basically visibly the color blue now.

 

She finally pushed me back and sat up. Her face was flustered and an expression of relief painted on it.

 

“Mommy is very proud of her little girl!” she proclaimed. “But, Mommy needs a man to please her in the way she needs to be pleased.”

 

She then got up in front of me.

 

“Stand up.” she commanded. I stood at attention, my PENIS poking out of the waistband of my skirt. She put her finger on the peehole. “All I see here is a little girl. No man around here.”

 

I continued to stand at attention.

 

“Oh, but then there is this,” she patted her forefinger on the head of my cock. “Yes, little girls don’t have dicks, but here you are.”

 

She smiled and bowed forward to face me.

 

“Only a man knows how to use a cock the right way,” she said, “Are you a man? Or are you a little girl?”

 

“A man,” I said.

 

“Well, you’re going to have to prove it.” She began to kiss me forcibly, and I could feel her undoing my blouse. Then after a moment or two, I felt my skirt drop to the floor around my feet. She pushed me back onto the bed, and made me lie down.

 

 

“This is going to feel really good. It’s your first test of manhood,” she said. “If you can make it through this without cumming, then you pass. If you cum, then you will have to put back on the clothes and continue being a little girl.”

 

Her hot mouth wrapped around my dick. I could feel her wet tongue massaging the shaft of my cock, she stroked up and down, puckering her big red lips around the swollen head of my dick. She went on and on, and I could feel her massaging my balls and anus with her hands.

 

I don’t know how I kept from cumming. It may have been due to the fact that I had been carrying blue balls around all day, that the tubes that carried sperm to my dick were completed jammed with cum.

 

She went on for at least half and hour like this, trying very hard to get me to ejaculate. Finally, she got up, defeated.

 

“I honestly can’t believe you didn’t cum,” she said. “I can feel the sperm inside of you, pressing against the walls of your nuts. I can’t believe it, but I think you’re ready.”

 

She got up on top of me, took my dick, and positioned it towards her wet cunt. She took two fingers and parted her delicious lips and slid down on my cock. All in one motion, our pelvises slammed into each other.

 

“OH GOD,” she proclaimed. She let out a loud yelp and rocked back, pulling my dick with her. I swung forward with her, grabbing her thighs. She swung forward and threw me back and began pumping my dick into her. Her wet pussy devoured my hard cock with eagerness, and mom instantly began to cum.

 

After cumming, she looked at me and breathlessly ordered me to take her from on top. I took no time, and got her in position. I entered her pussy and began to violently thrust my rock hard dick into her sweet pussy.

 

We went on for hours like this, and around two in the morning, my Mother ordered me to cum.

 

“I want you to cum inside of Mommy.” she began, then she kissed me for a moment. She pulled away slightly, “I want you to cum as deep inside of Mommy as you can.”

 

I vigorously began slamming into her pussy, pumping harder and harder. Our gazes locked onto one another, she said, “Do it, Ian, please….I’m,” her eyes rolled back, “I’m cumming.”

 

I let forth the largest wave of cum. It felt like metal was shooting out of my dickhole. Wave after intense wave of hot, gooey cum shot out of my dick and into her engorged pussy. I could feel her filling up with it and then some.

 

My orgasm lasted almost a full minute, and she savored every moment of it. She kissed me passionately and lovingly while she squeezed the remaining globs of sperm out of my dick with her pussy. She then got up and bent over and licked my dick clean. She got up, and started to laugh uncontrollably. I looked down and realized she was laughing at the huge amount of my cum was flowing out of her VAGINA and onto the floor below.

 

“Oh my…” she laughed. “ I’m…exhausted.”

 

She looked at me, took some of the clothes on the bed and used them to mop up the cum from everything. She then climbed back over to lay with me.

 

She put her head on my shoulder, pulled me close and said, “Now you’re a man.” She turned the light off and we cuddled ourselves to some much deserved sleep.[/spoiler

[Nopros]

Ja greit, det er nok med damer i tråden nå.

[Aleks]

Huff, begynner å bli frisk nå. Men har greid meg overraskende lenge!

[Stonemeister]

Hah, sett alt, lest alt. Fortsatt med. Jeg sprekker ikke så lett.

[Pentumsmart]

Ban Carlgutt!! xD

 

Can't believe I read that storie.....

[Carlgutt]

Tviler på at mods gidder å lese den

Endret 5. september 2009 av Carlgutt

[Skjelvgråt]

Jeg ble kåt av den historien. Men jeg sprekker ikke så lett!

Endret 5. september 2009 av Quakecry

[bruno99]

Im out....

[Pentumsmart]

Damn it!

[DJ_Dark]

Drøy story.

[Gavekort]

Det var rett før, men jeg har stoltheten min med meg!

[Stonemeister]

Ærlig talt, den historien var utrolig heit, på en merkelig måte, før den plasket ned i incestuøst svada. Ved beskrivelsen av mora i dusjen følte jeg virkelig at viljestyrken min ble testet. Prøver å fortsette å inkludere det vanlige krimskramset i hverdagen min, som inkluderer frekventering på /b/ og andre sider som gjør det litt vanskelig å holde seg fappefri. I mine øyne er det bare runkingen som skal bort.

 

I dag har vært helt jævlig, men jeg er fast bestemt på å klare det.

Endret 6. september 2009 av Stonemeister

[Cryztek]

En godt over kanten historie?

[Goranlol]

Ærlig talt, den historien var utrolig heit, på en merkelig måte, før den plasket ned i incestuøst svada. Ved beskrivelsen av mora i dusjen følte jeg virkelig at viljestyrken min ble testet. Prøver å fortsette å inkludere det vanlige krimskramset i hverdagen min, som inkluderer frekventering på /b/ og andre sider som gjør det litt vanskelig å holde seg fappefri. I mine øyne er det bare runkingen som skal bort.

 

I dag har vært helt jævlig, men jeg er fast bestemt på å klare det.

 

Kjenner meg igjen her, Stonemeister.

Er fortsatt med.

[dysfunctional]

Jeg holder overraskende enda!

[CypheroN]

Jævlig drøy story, spesielt i andre del.

[Inaktivbruker_101125]

Hahahaha, genial historie. Koselig 15 minutter det der.

[Petter]

Huff, begynner å bli frisk nå. Men har greid meg overraskende lenge!

 

Du er svak! 0 problem enda

[Skjelvgråt]

Her går det fortsatt helt fint;D

[Pentumsmart]

Respekt til dere, gutter!