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In my dream, I grabbed her hair in both my hands and rammed my cock in her throat unloading the same moment I imagined to feel her tongue on my tip mumbling it wasn't supposed to be like this and I agree with the image of my mother rejecting incest. The thoughts of my mother sucking me on the rhythm of my masturbating moves holding her head tightly in my hands resulted into another boner. Apathetically I rubbed my pants over my dick imagining to squeeze my mother's tits with one hand. “NO,” and the daydream broke. I knew I would not succumb to incest, I knew I couldn't.After doing three loads in the washing machine and performing my weekly Sunday chores I decided to drive to town into the mall where I knew the 7-eleven to be open all day on a Sunday and to get ahead on chores this week. I usually do groceries on Tuesday to get all vegetables as fresh as can be but I didn't care for fresh today. I needed to get my Mom out of my head but she didn't want to be evicted. amateur Every time tits I realized I hadn't thought of her tits for a while, she was back in my head. Every time she was back in my head I didn't say to her to put a signature on a paper or to sign a check for whatever. No. I Hardcore told her to go to her bedroom and come back into the living room without wearing a bra. If ever I would have the guts to tell her anything like that. In a trance I drove to the mall, more than once wondering how much her tits would fill my hands. Would they spill or would I wish for more? First time ever I drove the Jag sporting a boner and when I needed to adjust him in my pants anxiously, I thought our tainted windows a bonus. The straightening of my dick was only making him harder. Etching my mother into my subconscious more and more. Mentally I probed her cunt for her wetness while I was parking the car. Getting out of the Jaguar and mentally tasting her fluids I was brutally yanked out of my thoughts with the words:” Hey, you cheat. You're having a boner without me saying hi.” It took me a few moments to gather my wits and to realize a real Bridget was talking to me and this was not a mental projection I could command to kingdom come. My intention, awareness and my mouth met somewhere halfway and I answered her not exactly timid like I used to talk to Bridget,“ Follow me, Bridget. I need to talk to you.” I already made strides towards the nearest diner when the thought hit me that she was following me in short deliberate steps on her high heels trying to keep up instead of being the tease she usually was. I didn't look back and kept my pace, Bridget click-clacking behind me. Remembering to be a gentleman I held the door open for her with a serious, angry mask on my face trying in vain to excommunicate my mother from my mind. Bridget past me in a confused manner. Part of her confusion was her searching in my face for the usual devotion I had for her, another part of her confusion was her seeing my arousal and mistakenly thinking it was because of her. Out of her comfort zone or perhaps in her comfort zone for the first time with me, she caressed my dick over my trousers passing me in the door, trotting to the table she usually sat at with her busty friends. “No”, I said to her, “you go sit on the red couch in the corner”. To my surprise, she walked towards the red plush couch around a pentagon table in a blind corner of the diner and squeezed herself behind the far side giving me an unobstructed view into her cleavage for a moment. Flabbergasted about my behavior towards Bridget I walked to the Big Boobs counter and after making eye contact with a waitress I said, “The usual drink and food for the lady and I will have a cola together with a House Stake Special. Make it rare.” After placing my order I turned around and made eye contact with Bridget walking towards her. It registered with me she cast her eyes down, destructing her self-confidence. In my mind, I saw my mother casting her eyes down to me and my boner revived in my pants. Bridget's eyes were not cast that far down. I saw her registering my predicament and her self-confidence bounced back. Keeping my lack of confidence hidden away I said with a teasing voice: “Why did you caress my dick without asking me first, bitch?”, and I knew she would never haunt me again. I had tailored myself another ghost to haunt me in my thoughts and I knew I didn't look up to Bridget anymore. I didn't care for one bit how she might react to my antics. She teased it in and out, in and out, rhythmically and urgently feeling out those buttons again and this time, knowing where to press, she had no problem driving me crazier. My hips pushed forward a little, wanting to plunge my cock down her throat. What felt even better busty were his moans. She was dressed in a light summer dress pulled in at the waist with a belt, which caused her ample tits to look even bigger then they were. Only the bones remained and four very happy bellies. “I am still working on that. We brought the boat back and had the marina help dock it and clean the fish. I’d like to make you feel just as good as you made me feel.” Looks like there’s a new video posted. Before he could say anything Ling spoke up. I held it up as if to admire it as I processed all this. His hand pawing at my breast. He jerked his cock from Elise's ass making her squeal tits and try to raise up as she became wide awake. They thought. He then picked her up as if she weighed nothing and poised her sore sex just above his thick, throbbing shaft. I mean, we are getting into it! “What do you mean!” The memory vivid, I wasn’t sure but Brad?! “What color are my eyes? Lorie walked closer to me Big Boobs as she continued to hold her robe open allowing me to get a very close look at her womanhood. You treated me like shit… She slowly leaning her seat back and putting her right foot on the dash to give me easy access. To me, that was a huge positive amateur side affect of me opening up about my own needs, and it made me proud I'd done it. My cum boiled inside of me again, I had to get Hardcore rid of it. Lieutenant Minerva?” He scoffed. Her head threw back. “I cut and trimmed them myself,” Annabelle explained. Why she had worn such a nice lingerie set today Sarah had no idea but thanked the heavens she had, maybe she had a premonition. No... wait... the term of ‘girl’ was correct, and yet somehow it was lacking.