A Love That Shouldn't Be
On Tyson's 19th birthday, and Marlon, supposedly at basketball practice and having not picked Josie up from the sitters, I was giving Tyson his birthday present.
"Oooh yes baby, just like that sweetheart," Lying under Tyson, my legs around his back, my tan colored nylons at my hips and the bed in my bedroom upstairs creaking, the headboard was developing a continual cadence, and my birthday boy, ploughing his mother. "Cmon sweetie, oh yes!! fuck me, fuck mama!," The bed, straining under the weight and actions of a 240 lb boy, as he was enjoying his birthday gift.
The depravity of the incestuous activity, under the unknowing guise of the neighborhood, right outside the window of my bedroom, o
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