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  So, yeah, two days ago, me and my mom had sex. To be honest, I'm still processing it. It kinda happened out of nowhere. It was just one of those sticky summer days, all things normal, then... Bam! It happened. Sex happened. Now, it wasn't just sex. It wasn't making love or any of that bullshit. No soft music, no roses or candles. None of that stuff. No, me and Mom just FUCKED! I swear, it was like one minute, things were normal between us, just a regular mom and son. And then the next minute, the clothes were coming off, and we were just going at it. And trust me, me and her went at it. Hard! Physical, lusty, nasty fucking! Naked, thick, meaty young cock buried in tight, dripping, mature cunt. A mom's tongue in her son's mouth. A mom's plump lips wrapped tightly around her son's thick shaft as she took it eagerly down her throat. A son's big hands squeezing his mom's absolutely enormous breasts. God, they were fucking big, and I got to feel every i...

  I wasn't necessarily eavesdropping, as they were drunk and not really talking quietly...I could hear them clearly from the vents that went from my room to hers. That said, what I heard shocked me. "I can't go through my whole senior year a virgin," Lisa, my sister, whined. "It's only November," her best friend, Andrea, pointed out. "It's almost December," Lisa countered, before singing playfully, "All I want for Christmas is to get laid." "Does oral sex count?" Andrea questioned with a giggle. "Because if it does, you are a complete skank." "I'm not sure giving head to seven guys counts," my sister countered, which shocked the shit out of me. My sister was the biggest nerd I had ever met: in both looks and personality. She wore pigtails every day, dressed like she was living in the sixties, and wore glasses that only added to her nerd persona. She also was always reading a book, was a member of ...

  It was a hot summer, and a frustrating one. I'd just finished my senior year of college and was working at my father's electrical repair shop before heading to graduate school for engineering. I'd done the job for years and, believe it or not, I enjoyed it. But even without four years of drought, summers are intense in Los Angeles, and spending all day climbing over a customer's roof because he's not sure what kind of cable setup he's got - while good exercise - can be a real headache. But that was a small part of my frustration. https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/watch-out-onecoin-promoters-moyn-21630759 My parents said nothing, and it was possible they hadn't noticed or were just happy to have her home again. But I noticed. My sister and I had always been close and I couldn't see her new behavior as anything but a slump. And, if I'm being honest, that was not the only thing I saw. Again, it was hot that summer, and all of us were making due, b...