10-30-2003, 07:12 PM
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Join Date: Nov 2002
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Janice Fleming
Mark's thrusts into his mother were stronger now and he seemed more self-assured as his erection glided in and out of her tender sheath. It began to dawn on Janice that her body, whether she liked it or not, must be responding to their coupling -- her body releasing the natural secretions that accompanied vaginal penetration. They weren't using lubricant, but he seemed to be moving in a smoother, more rhythmic pattern.
Afraid that she might begin to lose constraint, Janice began to wander in her mind -- making shopping lists, naming all the states and their capitols, planning the next luncheon for the Gardening Society and dinners for all of next week and the following. Meanwhile, her son continued to move in and out... in and out... Harder. Faster. Deeper. Stretching her. Filling her. No! Don't think about it!
And then he was pausing. Trembling. Groaning gutterally. Sucking in his breath and before releasing a shuddering exhalation. Her son's body trembled and she felt him swelling even further.
At last! Janice combed her fingers through his hair, more to comfort herself than to encourage him.
She felt her son begin to move faster, more erratically as he neared his release. Jan knew he was ready and held her breath. Waiting for the eruption of her son's seed that would hopefully find its way into her uterus and fertilize the waiting egg that would put an end to all of this.
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