![]() "Mommy! Oh Mommy.AUGH!" I heard my son climax in the other room, releasing a squirt of seed into his mother's cunt. He now has a full wardrobe of girl's clothes and wigs. And if I'm going to be stuck with a girly son, I'm going to make the most of it. He'd have to do whatever I wanted, wear whatever I wanted, and act however I wanted. ![]() Every time my son fucked his mother, I'd get to fuck him. At first I refused, but his mother, always feeling sorry for him, begged me to allow it. In fact, he came to me, begging to fuck her since he couldn't get a girl of his own. Third, he didn't "steal" his mother from me at all. He's been mistaken for a girl a couple of times. He's slender, pale, and has virtually no body hair. Secondly, my son's height is only at my chin. If you're into that kind of Oedipal fantasy, you'd better look elsewhere.įirst of all, my cock's bigger than my son's. I sat on the bed of my son's room, my cock hardening as I listened to my son fucking my wife in the master bedroom.ĭo you think I'm some kind of tiny-dicked cuckold, who gets off on listening to his wife getting fucked by his son? Do you think my son's some well-endowed embodiment of manliness who stole his beautiful mother from his father? Well you're wrong.
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