12-13-2003, 03:17 AM
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Join Date: Nov 2002
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Janice Fleming
Janice struggled to get her hands beneath her son's gown, wanting -- no needing -- to feel his skin against hers; his chest against her breasts, feel the taut skin of his back under her fingertips. At last she was able to wedge them under his body. Sensing what his mother wanted, Mark shifted slightly to accommodate her before lowering himself back down.
It was the first time their bodies had fully touched, flesh-to-flesh. The effect on both of them was like that of a fuse being ignited, fueling their passions and carrying them forward in a burst of sensual pyrotechnics that left them both gasping in completion.
"I love you, Mark" Jan whispered to her son, wondering if the explosion of seed in her belly had found its mark, and what that would mean to the two of them in the future.
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