maximus-dickus
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- Feb 25, 2003
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wow two ladies....
what I suggest is that you decide which roles or characters you would like to fill and let it develop organically from there....
Max poured his mum her third glass of wine this evening. As always she thanked, and then continued watching the television programme. Max sits next to her on the couch...pretending to watch the flickering images on the screen. However his mind and eyes are elsewhere. As mum had relaxed with the wine she had slumped back on the couch, her thin night gown had ridden up exposing her slightly chubby thighs. The top of the nighty had worked itsself slightly loose exposing the curve of her rather ample breasts....and it was on these that his eyes rested.
Max, felt a bit guilty about his voyerism after all it was mum. It had all started about a week ago when he had walked into her room as she had stepped out of the shower.... she hadn't noticed him standing there as her back was turned to him, but he could see her reflection in the mirror. For a few seconds he stood there his eyes first drawn to her breasts, pendulous and magnficant, even if the years and gravity had taken there toll. Eyes moving downwards to the thick triangle of hair. It was then that she noticed him standing there....he had blushed and given a rather lame apology before leaving. The last week though he had been obsessed with the image. To his horror mum had replaced his latest centerfold masterbatory fantasy as he lay in bed at night
in guilty torment.
what I suggest is that you decide which roles or characters you would like to fill and let it develop organically from there....
Max poured his mum her third glass of wine this evening. As always she thanked, and then continued watching the television programme. Max sits next to her on the couch...pretending to watch the flickering images on the screen. However his mind and eyes are elsewhere. As mum had relaxed with the wine she had slumped back on the couch, her thin night gown had ridden up exposing her slightly chubby thighs. The top of the nighty had worked itsself slightly loose exposing the curve of her rather ample breasts....and it was on these that his eyes rested.
Max, felt a bit guilty about his voyerism after all it was mum. It had all started about a week ago when he had walked into her room as she had stepped out of the shower.... she hadn't noticed him standing there as her back was turned to him, but he could see her reflection in the mirror. For a few seconds he stood there his eyes first drawn to her breasts, pendulous and magnficant, even if the years and gravity had taken there toll. Eyes moving downwards to the thick triangle of hair. It was then that she noticed him standing there....he had blushed and given a rather lame apology before leaving. The last week though he had been obsessed with the image. To his horror mum had replaced his latest centerfold masterbatory fantasy as he lay in bed at night
in guilty torment.
