An anonymous forum about the problem of incest

Why would you not want him to cum in you I don’t understand I have always cum in my sister and my daughter’s

I never really had any sexual desire towards my mom

Really good

Interesting stories if is still throw, we esteem)

I agree. Imaginations, imaginations.

[quote= " One-armed One-woman man" post_id=2530 time=1645200860 user_id=569]
real romanticism
[/quote] I would tell INEXHAUSTIBLE ROMANTICISM. ☺️
It seems that the Marquis de Sade nervously smokes....

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[quote=doktor post_id=2533 time=1645204174 user_id=570]
she ran away half-naked when he thrust her a syringe needle in a nipple.
[/quote] you were used up, the dear..... And as everything well began ☺️ ... and here Ostap incurred © & #128522;

[ref] doktor [/ref] , after all imaginations of *x) *x) *x) *x)

well, it something with something

[quote=doktor post_id=2532 time=1645202351 user_id=570]
And in 2009 she died. So children you love and you appreciate the mothers. Even if you have not absolutely standard relationship. All I Am kind.
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I sympathize the friend, to lose mother
And how many her was?

Even poplokhet from the story about mummy's adventures

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Show the collection, then poor-mouth.

Give a photo

Imaginations... imaginations... :read:

All I Am kind. It was so told by mother. But probably it were only her imaginations. Nothing of that kind can and wasn't. I at the same time wasn't present.

[ref] doktor [/ref] , well, you gave out!... Horror I overtook... Cho for masochistic inclinations?...

It is what I had with mother. And here her lovers from her words. The first was her former pupil. But them especially nothing was. So fucked few times. Rather he executed the dream – to fuck the teacher. Her second schoolmate. They met where that few months. But when covered mother during one of meetings … He managed to run away … More they didn't contact. And here the third. They met where that half a year. During this time it became natural sex by the slave. Unless anal sex wasn't. If mother refused to take in a mouth it beat her boobies. Code once she couldn't swallow, he drew her boobies couplers and so fucked at the same time punched a pubis. And I terminated yet I released boobies. If at a meeting she was not in thongs that for it he cauterized her nipples a cigarette. As she explained all this to the father I don't know. She ran away from this lover half-naked when he thrust her a syringe needle in a nipple. I arrived home barefoot in one shirt. But after that her madness receded. The lover by the way didn't pursue her after that. Mother had a remission. She came to me, well about it I wrote. And in a year her state began to worsen and already became not to sex of games. Though gleams were …

In the same hotel. Everything was as well as only without BDSM and * gold дождя* last time. Walks, cafe, cinema well and sex. Mother fucked as the goddess. I cumed in her, on her and even in a face. For the third day we were in cafe, she was to a miniskirt and as always without linen. This evening she touched. We returned to number, laid down, but sex wasn't. Mother began to cry and told about the disease, about treatment, about hormones. I told also what for these three years she changed the father three times. One of her partners so * пометил*. Only in difference from me he beat her boobies long and strongly. I understood all and forgave all. Though to forgive that generally there was nothing. On good she of what was guilty … In the morning I took her home.
And in 2009 she died. So children you love and you appreciate the mothers. Even if you have not absolutely standard relationship. All I Am kind. And health to your MOTHERS.

For the morning mother on a breast had traces of palms. So I her * пометил*. She apologized then, apologized that so I behaved. I naturally calmed her, tried get to talking, to find out something, but she was silent … So that all this your BDSM not always high. And for the 4th day mother left home. I saw her to the station, she was in the same skirt and a sweater, but absolutely without linen. Last time we met her in three years

[ref] doktor [/ref] , I Admire you, the real romanticism good sex, your words nectar for a brain :angel:

We walked on the city, on her there was a long dress. I knew that there are no panties on her. I asked her to take off a brassiere. Yes on the street. Mother looked round and without taking off a dress extended a brassiere. How do women manage to do? The fact that she so easily obeyed me got … It is interesting whether there are still women who will be repaired to the son? Through a dress nipples were excreted. Without having restrained I squeezed and pulled them. Mother moaned. Her eyes shone. Walk was crumpled. We returned to number. At doors mother took off a dress. I squeezed her nipples again and pulled down. She kneeled and the dick between boobies took. I fucked her a breast. Elastic to the touch they seemed soft. I terminated her on a breast. She kissed me and went to a shower. I followed her. At first we washed. Well as washed … Caressed each other more. Then I asked her to kneel. She thought that I want to fuck her boobs again and fell. And I became urinates on her. It was super. She asked:- What for? - Just a wish arose I answered-. – you Will have to-.
After a shower I worked a debt. I caressed her * киску*. She terminated. Then I got on me from above and I accepted in myself. I jumped on me and suddenly I told:- Squeeze to me boobs-. Boobs. I squeezed them, it was curved, moaned and accelerated. I felt that I cum and strongly pulled the compressed boobies on myself. Mother zavizhat and began to squeal … Also I poured out. I fell to me. Her body twitched on me. From it I terminated in her. Then we lay, I caressed her a pubis, sponges enjoying their smoothness. She told:- With boobs was super. Make so once again as nibud-.

Next day were at cinema. About what there was a movie don't remember. Mother had my hand under a skirt. I caressed her * the pussy *, she constrained groans. – will you fuck boobs? - she asked. We left a session. I stayed in the room on a chair mother on a lap before me. Tosser to me breast. I did attempt to give it in a mouth, but she turned away the head. – We agreed - she told. – I compensate to you on another. Hit Shaven on boobs. - How to you it? Mother herself called herself by a school nickname and on good offered BDSM. I nearly filled in it from it, but restrained. I discharged it with the sticking-out dick I left to smoke.
I smoked 2 cigarettes, the dick fell down, excitement took place. I sat and thought to make it or not. Here what you would do? On the one hand such offer happens once, to another … Same Mother. How to be? Excitement was gone absolutely. I decided so far what to terminate, calm down most and to allow to calm down to mother. And here …

- Son! Shaven waits for you-. This word * Shaven * solved everything. At present before me there was not mother, and … Well you understood … I approached her, no, don't swear at present, and almost to the whore … She still was on a lap. I took her for a chin and I glanced in eyes. I any more never saw such mad slutty look. In shining eyes of this whore there was a mad lust, desire to feel pain, to be humiliated, repaired. And at the same time there was, something like that that if she doesn't receive that desirable … Even I don't know what will be. Not to transfer this look as I don't try. To me it became just terrible. It was the look of the mad attacking Rottweiler, but not the person (only then I learned that it is a pobochka of medicines that was accepted by mother). But then to me it was terrible. What to break there … I would agree to be beaten. Legs shivered, hands weakened …
- Whether Nuu-mother and mother promurchat … This purr resembled rattle of a panther before a throw more. – Shaven waits … - She reduced boobies together. And here before me the nude woman on a lap with the divorced legs, a shaven pubis, a wild look, supports by hands the reduced boobies. There is no boob any more. I wave hands and poorly I beat with palms
Mother didn't stir – You are a man or where?! That so women gave you as you beat. Leave marks on these milkings. Leave a tag on a body of the whore. Or I am not your whore? - this being hisses. I raise again and I beat already stronger. She screams, but not from pain, and from pleasure. Her hands fall, the body shivers … Madness in eyes begins to die away. – Still – she says, but by already more human voice. – You are my whore! - I speak and I strike still blow in both breasts with fists from top to down. Mother publishes long loud squeal, from eyes tears and rage in eyes flow vanishes. She falls on a floor and is disconnected. And I stand and I don't know what to do. How many I staid I don't remember. But I see that mother breathes, but doesn't move. Hardly I put her on a bed. While the dick stacked got up. I terminated her on a face, lips. She regained consciousness in about 5 minutes. – You nevertheless made it. Though I asked … - she told. But without reproach and rage.

[ref] doktor [/ref] , Real romanticism, and top-level sex :roll: dear friend is delighted by you:chelo:

The second time was so. To me then there were 17. Though I won't remember all details. Mother swore with the father (though he is very kind person, God grant to him health), he left the house, well as we usually do (someone understands). Mother was on nerves, cried. I began to calm her, embraced, began to caress. She began to answer … And this passed into a petting. We caressed each other already on serious. Mother began to undress me. I am her, I took off from her a blouse, with a brassiere there was a problem. She helped me. What she had boobies! Where that a three as balls with large pink nipples. I began to caress them. Mother moaned, began to tremble. I began to pull together from her a skirt. But she pressed my head to a breast and told:- I-.
She took off a skirt together with panties (black, but shorts) her * the pussy * was shaved. I kissed her a pubis, she squeezed legs, but pressed my head to a pubis. I caressed her a pubis and boobies. Gradually she relaxed, parted legs. Her sponges were shaved too. I kissed them, she began to tremble, began to nestle on me. Then also I leaned back without having restrained entered her. I terminated quickly. Whether she terminated I then understood. Semi-groan - semi-squeal. Mother pushed away me and began to cry. I left. All evening she didn't approach me. Then the father came. They spoke about something, were reconciled … In the morning mother told what I SO wouldn't do any more. I then didn't understand that I quite so didn't do. I was young.
Was further... We had three smart days. In three years. I then lived in other city. She came to visit me. I met her at the station. Mother was in a skirt below a knee, but with a section almost to a groin and the Fitting sweater. She embraced me kissed on a cheek and whispered in an ear:- I without panties-. I was stunned. And you what would have a reaction to such words of mother? She stayed at hotel. Whether in number I asked the truth it? She answered:- you want to learn it is necessary to work-. She took off a skirt right there at number doors. Also I made a purring sound:- Caress me-. Generally began at an entrance and finished in a bed. These three days mother was without panties. Everywhere. In number I walked in my shirt. For the second day I woke up late. Mother wasn't near. I went in with/knot, there mother shaved * киску*. It was a show. She sat on a toilet bowl and put the treasure in order. I didn't restrain attracted her head and inserted into a mouth. But here … I terminated at once. Mother was discharged, spitted out. She felt sick. When spasms passed she told:- Never so do. Even the father doesn't cum to me in a mouth. Only in a face. But it not for you. For you there are my boobies. Here you can fill in them how many you want-. These three days we fucked as mentally ill people. I cumed in her and on her. She cumed with skvirty. In three years she changed a figure, the tummy disappeared, it became a stroynyashka.

[ref] doktor [/ref] and, it would be very desirable to learn, what was farther, all in detailed I detat cell x)

All kind day. Again I. If you don't ban that podolzhy :) already I wrote In a parallel branch about the history.

:chelo: someone had an incest with mother or with the father write we will discuss?