Seven

Seven By Michele Nylons

Day 4: Wrath

Mike ran inside the house half expecting to find that his mother had been released from her bonds but when he made it down into the basement she was still handcuffed securely to the pipe; she was sobbing, her panties and stockings were torn and she was covered in semen.

Mike surveyed the room and took in the overturned telephone lying on the floor and heard the busy signal coming out of the handset.

"You fucking bitch!!!" Mike screamed at his mother.

"No! No! No Mike! I didn't!!!" Michele cried.

Mike picked up the telephone and replaced the handset and then lifted the receiver and got a dial tone. He hit the redial button and held the receiver out towards his mother and looked at her menacingly.

`Hi; you've reached Sandra and Dale; we're not in right now so please leave a message,' they heard the recorded voice of his aunty Sandra.

"You lying fucking bitch!" Mike said.

He went over to his mother and looked at her. She was a mess in her ripped lingerie and ruined makeup; she was ripe with the smell of sweat and semen, a faint scent of her perfume remained. Mike found himself becoming aroused and started stripping off his clothes.

"Oh my God, no Mike! Please honey; your mommy's pussy is so sore," Michele pleaded as her son approached her, naked and sporting a huge erection.

Mike smiled at his mother and turned away from her and began to rummage around in the pocket of his pants. He found the handcuff key and approached his mother.

"Hmm you're right mom; I should give your pussy a rest," he said menacingly.

As Mike reached up to unlock the handcuffs his body came into contact with his mother. He let his cock rub against the welt at the top of her stocking and couldn't resist forcing a kiss on her. Michele had lost any will to fight and she opened her mouth to let her son tongue-kiss her.

Mike unlocked the handcuffs one at a time; keeping his body pressed against his mother he locked one cuff to her wrist and then forced her hands behind her back and locked the other cuff.

He broke the kiss and Michele breathed deeply, she stretched her arms behind her back, relieved that her arms were no longer chained above her head. Mike pushed down on her shoulders forcing her down on her knees.

"You can have that shower I promised you, even though you have been a naughty girl. I have decided that I will give your pussy a rest, it does look sore," Mike said.

"But first you have to take care of this!" Mike laughed and thrust his hips forward.

His erection bobbed in front of Michele's eyes and it was obvious what he wanted. Being an accomplished fellatrix Michele decided to acquiesce to Mike's demands, at least it would give her vagina a rest and might keep him from taking retribution from her for making the illicit phone call to Dale.

Mike reached down and took hold of his cock and rubbed it all over his mother's face. His pre-seminal fluid mixed with her ruined makeup and smeared it around her face. Michele looked up at her son from her kneeling position on the floor. Her eyes were surrounded by the dark circles of running eyeliner and mascara and her green and pink eyeshadow, her rouge was spread across her cheeks and her ruby-red lipstick was smeared around her mouth.

His cock pulsed; excited at seeing his mother degraded like this.

"Open your mouth, mommy." He grinned.

Michele complied and he beamed.

"Lick it!" he ordered.

Michele licked her son's cock running her tongue along the pulsing veins on his shaft and then teasing his frenulum with the tip of her tongue before washing his glans with the flat of her tongue. She took no pleasure in fellating her son but it was better than having him fuck her.

Mike felt particularly powerful as his mother licked his cock. He'd fucked her a few times now and that was great, but having her on her knees and sucking his cock was particularly empowering. He loved the feel of his mother's tongue running up and down his shaft and washing over the sensitive glans of his penis.

"Keep looking up at me while you're doing that," he told her.

He liked having his mother's pretty eyes looking up at him from her makeup plastered face; his eyes roamed over her ruined and stained lingerie and her mussed hair. To his mind she was a ravished slattern; good for nothing other that to satisfy his every sexual desire. She would pay for making that phone call while he was away and he really needed to talk to her about what happened with uncle Dale, but for now his mother was providing him with the service that he needed.

Mike took the shaft of his cock in his hand and rubbed it over Michele's face probing her eye-sockets and pushing it over her nose and then back to her lips. He took her head in his other hand and pushed forward.

Michele knew what he wanted and opened her mouth. She clamped her lips over her son's penis and trilled his glans with her tongue. She knew that men didn't last long when she did that and Mike was no exception. He groaned and placed his other hand on her head and began to fuck her mouth.

Michele breathed through her nose and sucked Mike's cock using her lips and tongue expertly to bring on his orgasm. She kept her eyes locked on his; she knew that men loved the sense of power they felt when a woman on her knees looked up at them as she sucked their cock.

"You are one fucking horny slut mom," Mike moaned, and closed his eyes as his orgasm washed over him.

He fucked his mother's face, revelling in the feel of her hot mouth and slick tongue on his manhood and he felt the first stream semen shoot from his cock. Michele swallowed as her son flooded her mouth with his sperm. She had forgotten how quickly young men recovered and how much sperm they could produce.

She swallowed another mouthful of semen and slathered at her son's penis; trying to milk him of every last drop.

Mike gripped his mother by her hair and pulled his cock from her mouth with an audible plop and shot the last spurts of ejaculate over her face and into her hair. It mingled with her ruined makeup and droplets of his sperm glistened in her hair. Mike rubbed his cock over her face again in a final act of degradation; then he pushed her away.

Michele fell sideways onto the floor gagging and gasping for breath, her eyes stung from the semen that had run into them but she was determined not to cry. Even as Mike pulled her up to her knees and put his cock back near her face.

"Lick it clean mommy; then you can have a shower," he said.

Michele licked at her son's slowly deflating penis until it was clean.

"Now put him away," he laughed and Michele carefully put her son's penis back inside his underwear and zipped up his fly.

Mike attached the dog leash to his mother's collar and led her upstairs to her bedroom. In the bedroom he unclipped the leash and unlocked the handcuffs. Michele rubbed gratefully at her aching and chafed wrists. Michele was beat; almost dead on her feet from lack of sleep and the punishment she had endured from the repeated raping she had received at the hands of her son and her brother-in-law.

"Now get your lovely arse into the shower and then tomorrow we can discuss what happened with uncle Dale and then I will decide on your punishment." Mike said.

Michele remained silent and went into the ensuite bathroom and turned on the hot water. She sat on the toilet and peed while the water warmed up. She brushed her teeth and unclipped her jewellery and put it on the vanity unit and then she took off her high-heels, bustiere, panties and stockings. She threw the ruined panties and hose into the bin and threw the bustiere on the floor and stepped under the hot water. She scrubbed away the makeup and semen caked on her face, washed her hair and scrubbed her body clean. She delicately dabbed at her sore pubis and grimaced when she washed out her vagina.

Mike lay on her bed propped up on the pillows and thought about what had happened. He needed to make sure uncle Dale wasn't going to talk to anyone about what was going here and also he needed to think of an appropriate punishment for his mother's act of betrayal.

Mike was also aware that his mother was exhausted and he was also concerned about how the non-stop rape might be affecting her sanity. He wanted her to last the week; he wanted her conscious and aware of what he was doing to her. He decided to let her rest for the rest of the day and he would begin tormenting her again tomorrow.

When Michele came out of the bathroom she looked clean but tired, she had dark rings under her eyes and she was limping and sore, her movements erratic. She walked over to the bed and fell down on it and curled up into a ball.

"Behave," Mike said, but Michele was already fast asleep.

Mike checked the window security locks and then locked the bedroom door behind him. He went down to the kitchen and made a stack of sandwiches, a thermos of coffee and took some bottled water from the fridge. He went back up to his mother's bedroom to find her still sleeping soundly. He left the food and beverages on her bedside table, locked the door and went down to the basement to clean it up.

After thinking about exactly what he was going to say, he called his uncle. Uncle Dale explained to Mike exactly what had transpired after he received Michele's call for help. Mike sprouted an erection when Dale told him about fucking his mother in the arse and he considered this might be an appropriate punishment for her tomorrow.

"How long are you going to keep her like that?" Dale asked.

"For the rest of the week," Mike answered.

"Well the fucking bitch is getting what she deserves," Dale said.

"I might drop over later in the week and have some more; if that's ok?" Dale sniggered.

"Maybe; see ya uncle Dale." Mike hung up the phone, relieved that Dale had promised to keep his secret.

Mike had gone out and left his mother alone this morning to hatch another part of his intricate scheme and the thought of letting uncle Dale join in might just make it more appealing. He would think about it. He'd left a note in Ms Jones' mailbox and he would need to see how that turned out first. For now he hit the internet and posted a few pictures of mother on his favourite websites.

Serve the bitch right he thought as he climbed into a sleeping bag outside of mother's bedroom door later that night. He was taking no chances. He slept with a smile on his face; he'd thought about how he was going to punish his mother tomorrow and it was a beauty.

The next day Mike let himself into his mother's bedroom and heard the shower running in the bathroom. The pile of sandwiches he had left for her had been eaten and the water bottle was empty. A half-drunk cup of coffee sat cooling on the bedside table.

She'd had rest and sustenance; it was time to continue her punishment.

Mike rummaged around looking for clothes for his mother to wear. It was fun dressing her in fetish clothing but his real passion was for mature women dressed sophisticatedly or in business attire. Mike selected one his mother's business suits. It was navy-blue with a fine grey pinstripe. He selected a mauve satin blouse to go with the suit and a pair of strappy black high-heels. From her lingerie drawer he took out a pink satin bra and a pair of flimsy nylon panties.

The panties were full-cut and had no cotton gusset. They were so sheer and delicate he could see his hand through them as he held them up to the light. He chose a pair of taupe sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and placed them on the bed beside the other articles of clothing.

"Morning mommy," Mike smiled sweetly at his mother when she came out of the bathroom.

"Same as before please; lots of makeup and perfume," he pointed at her dressing table and Michele grimaced but complied.

After twenty minutes or so Michele had put on her trademark heavy makeup, her jewellery and perfume and brushed her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror was surprised that she looked so good after what she had endured over the last three days. She wondered what day four held for her.

"Mike don't you think this has gone far enough?" Michele began to beg.

Mike shut her down by striding over to her and standing behind her chair and holding the collar out.

"Put this on mother and shut the fuck up!"

Michele knew by now that it would not be in her interest to antagonise her son further. She put on the collar and without speaking she walked over to the bed and sat down. Mike came over to the bed and picked up the pantyhose.

"Let me help you mother," he said rolling up the legs of her pantyhose.

He held one toe of the silky garment out and his mother placed her foot in it. Mike slid the nylon up her calf to her knee and then held out the other toe and then slid the leg of her hose up to her other knee,

"Stand!" he said.

When she stood Mike carefully rolled the delicate hosiery up his mother's legs until he had the panty part at the top of her thighs. Then he leaned forward and nuzzled her pubis, tasting her freshly washed cunt. Michele squirmed but stayed put as her son's tongue invaded her labia. She shuddered when his tongue licked her clitoris. Mike was amazed at how his mother reacted; he'd heard about licking a woman's clit, but he never expected her reaction to be so dramatic.

He lapped at his mother's cunt for a few seconds, excited when she held onto his shoulders and shuddered. Michele was disgusted by her actions; but consoled herself that they were involuntary. When Mike removed his head from her pubis she quickly pulled up the gusset of her pantyhose.

Mike kissed his mother's pussy through the sheer nylon and laughed when she shuddered again. He pushed a finger into her crack and rubbed the sheer nylon against her clitty and marvelled as his mother shook with desire.

"You slut!" he laughed and then stood up.

He pulled his mother against him and tongue-kissed her, rubbing his body against hers and squeezing her nylon encased buttocks. Michele didn't fight; she knew better. Mike let her go and picked up the sheer nylon panties and knelt down and held the waistband open so that his mother could step into them. He caressed her legs as he slid them up her body and pulled them taught. The pink nylon was so fine he could see her taupe pantyhose right through her panties. He rubbed the crotch of the panties against the crotch of her pantyhose and the diaphanous material entered her crack and rubbed against her clitty.

Michele moaned despite herself. Mike could smell her musk combining with her perfume and he had to move the erection inside his jeans to a more comfortable position.

Mike patted his mother on her pubic mound and smiled.

"I better stop or we will never get you dressed."

Michele stood before him head bowed. He pushed her down on the bed, took her high-heels, and one at a time he had her place her feet in them. He buckled the straps and clipped a gold chain around her right ankle. He couldn't resist raising her leg to his face and rubbing his cheek along her nylon encased calf. He kissed her thighs and then stood up.

"I want to watch you do the rest," he said, and sat on the chair with his digital camera and began to take snaps of his mother as she dressed.

Michele put on her pink satin bra and then the mauve blouse. She stepped into her skirt and tucked the blouse into the waistband and straightened the hem. The hem of her skirt rested six inches above her knees showing a lot of thigh. The skirt had kick-pleat on one side and her right leg was almost totally exposed.

"What about the jacket? Are we going out?" Michele asked; a trace of sarcasm in her voice.

"Just put the fucking thing on!" Mike ordered.

When she was dressed Mike had his mother pose for him various positions and states of undress. He had her lift her skirt and open her blouse to show her tits. He forced her to stroke her mound through her panties and then to slide her hand inside her panties and hose and finger herself.

Finally he put the camera down and told her to sit on the bed. Relieved but wary, Michele sat on the bed and tried to pull down the hem of her skirt. Mike slapped at her hand and then pushed her back so that he could straddle her.

"You were very naughty yesterday mommy; so today I'm going to punish you," He snarled.

"Roll over!" he ordered.

Michele complied and got up on her knees.

"Face the wall!" Mike said.

Michele dreaded what she suspected would be coming next. No doubt he was going to rape her again.

Mike clamped the cuffs on his mother's wrists and then handcuffed her wrists to the wrought-iron posts of the headboard. Michele had to crawl forward so that she didn't fall flat on her face. She hung onto the bedposts, her bottom up in air; the hem of her skirt barely covering her buttocks. Mike fastened the leash to her collar and then tied it to the one of the posts; effectively preventing her from moving her head more than a few inches.

Mike jumped on the bed behind his mother and slapped her on the buttocks; laughing when she jumped. He'd taken a couple of pairs of pantyhose from lingerie drawer and now he tied them around her ankles and then secured them to the base-board of his mother's antique bed. Michele struggled when he tried to tie her feet but he slipped his hand under her skirt and squeezed her cunt until she stopped.

Michele refused to cry; she was effectively tied to her own bed and could hardly move her arms and head; she could move her legs a little because the pantyhose that tied her feet to the base of the bed had some stretch. She expected that Mike would now move behind her and ravage her. She knew that her son had a fetish for mature women that dressed the way she did and it was obvious that he would want to fuck her again after leaving her alone for half a day and a whole night.

Mike snapped a few pictures of his mother on her knees tied to the bed. Then he sat beside her on the bed.

"I'm really going to enjoy this mom," he whispered in her ear, inhaling her perfume.

He stood up and dropped his clothes on the floor but then he surprised Michele by leaving the bedroom and going downstairs. Maybe he was going to leave her trussed up like this as part of her punishment she thought. Then she heard something that sent chills through her body and set her mind racing.

The scampering sound coming from the stairs was familiar to her. It was Sultan's toes clicking on the stairs!

"Oh my god!!!! What are you doing Mike!!!!"

"Stop this right now Mike! This has gone too far!"

"Mike; untie me and I'll blow, fuck you; I'll do anything you want but don't let that dog in here!" Michele begged.

Mike said nothing but slammed the door shut behind him. Sultan was a large German Shepard, he was three years old and his body was thin but strong. His tawny coat was sleek; his head proud. His tongue lolled out the side of his mouth as he sat on the bedroom floor. Sultan was seldom allowed inside the house and he looked puzzled and a little confused when heard his master's mother cries.

"Keep that fucking mutt away from me Mike; if that fucking dog gets any where near me I'll fucking die!" Michele cried and struggled against her bonds.

Mike hopped on the bed and patted the duvet.

"Here Sultan; here boy!"

Michele's feet drummed against the bed.

"No Mike! What the fuck do you think you're doing! I'm sorry Mike, I'll do anything you want but please don't let that dog anywhere near me."

Sultan looked confused but with encouragement he hopped up on bed.

"Nooooooooooooo!!!" Michele cried.

Mike patted and stroked Sultan and persuaded him to sit at the bottom of the bed. Sultan raised his proud head; his eyes bright and his pink tongue flicked out and licked his nose. Sultan was an intelligent dog and he knew something had got his master excited.

Michele strained against her bonds and continued to scream at Mike, sometimes pleading and offering anything and everything she had to be released, and sometimes cursing and threatening him. Mike ignored his mother and concentrated on getting Sultan used to sitting on the bed. Sultan lay down and put his head on his paws, his ears pricked up and he watched Mike expectantly.

Mike stood by the side of the bed and lifted his mother's skirt exposing her panty clad buttocks. He pushed his fingers into his mother pubic mound and searched for her labia through the layers of gossamer thin nylon. Then he started to caress his mother's cunt, flicking a finger over her clitoris.

Michele screamed and kicked and Sultan looked up alarmed but Mike soothed him and stroked his coat with his free hand. Mike considered gagging his mother but he really wanted to hear her screams so he endured her cries and continued to stimulate her through her underwear.

Despite her struggles Michele began to produce vaginal secretions and Mike could feel her pussy getting moist. Sultan raised his head from his paws and sniffed the air. Then to Mike's satisfaction he lifted himself up on his haunches and tentatively sniffed at his mothers crotch.

Michele felt the dog nuzzle at her crotch and yelled and pleaded and tried to kick out at Mike and Sultan. She could feel the heat of Sultan's breath through her panties and hose and then she felt his muzzle push against her pubic mound.

"Oh God no!!!!!!" she cried, her voice now hoarse.

Sultan hesitantly stuck out his tongue and licked at the crotch of Michele's panties. Michele felt his tongue against her sex and sobbed. Mike became instantly hard.

Mike moved to the bottom of the bed and held his mother's ankles down on the bed to stop her kicking. Sultan was now lapping at Michele's cunt and her panties were soaked with dog-slobber. Sultan nipped at the material of the panties trying to get to the soft pink flesh below.

Michele wriggled her buttocks, trying to get the dog to leave her alone but Sultan was attracted by her secretions and intent on licking and nuzzling her cunt; determined to remove the layers of thin material preventing him reaching the source of her secretions.

Michele could feel Sultan's tongue rasp over her panties and push against her labia and clitoris, stimulating her despite her revulsion. His long thin tongue was more tactile than any tongue that had ever performed cunnilingus on her. She shuddered as a wave of intense pleasure racked her body and her juices started to flow in response.

Sultan was very excited now and he alternatively licked and nipped at Michele's panties; then his teeth snagged the gossamer thin material and he shook his head and tore out the crotch of her panties. Michele moaned; half in defiance and half in lust, her cunt was protected only by the material of her pantyhose now and Sultan was lapping frantically at her. To him she smelt like a bitch in heat.

The inevitable happened and Sultan snagged her pantyhose and tore away the final shield preventing him from reaching his objective. As Michele whimpered at the depravity and debasement, Sultan's long hot tongue slid inside her outer pussy lips and lapped frantically at her labia and over her clit. She shuddered involuntary as waves of please wracked her body. She tried to shake her arse in an effort to remove his snout from her sex but Sultan growled and nipped her buttock.

"Oh God Mike look what you've done to me," she sobbed.

Sultan stood up on all fours and Mike was transfixed by the huge erection that sprang from the sheath between Sultan's legs. It was about six inches long and an angry red colour; there was no discernable glans; it was a long thick veiny pole that tapered to a point. Clear fluid poured from the eye of Sultan's cock.

Sultan continued to lap at his mother's crotch and she now knelt still on the bed as the dog's tongue assaulted her cunt. Michele felt utterly debased but could do nothing to stop the hound from pleasuring her.

Then Sultan rose up and placed his forepaws on Michele's back; his nails raked at her clothes as he hunched his hindquarters close to Michele's crotch. Michele found some reserve of strength and struggled; she whipped her head from side to side against her bonds and shook her body. She tried to kick out but Mike held her ankles firmly down on the bed. Sultan growled and nipped Michele on the back and she froze.

Sultan's forepaws were now on Michele's shoulders and he his hindquarters humped away her, most of time his thrusts just found thin air but occasionally his red hot shaft would brush against Michele's thigh or buttock and he would howl. He was panting hard and Michele could feel his hot breath on her neck and the hard point of shaft stabbing at her buttock or thigh as he tried to mount her.

Michele howled as Sultan suddenly found his mark and his cock slid all the way inside Michele's moist cunt. He gripped the bitch with his paws, mounted and serviced her.

Michele was surprised at how long and thick the dog's penis was; she had seen dogs aroused before of course, but Sultan's cock completely filled her vaginal passage. Being an animal Sultan was only interested in depositing his seed into any female in heat, which was how his doggy brain though of Michele. He pulled her back against him with his forepaws and slammed himself in and out of Michele's tight wet vagina.

Mike was fascinated, looking at his dog fuck his mother; it was even more erotic for him because she was dressed in a business suit; her skirt hiked up and her panties shredded. His cock was throbbing but he forced himself to turn away briefly and get his camera. He clicked away for a minute and the set the camera to video and put it on the nightstand so it filmed the rest of the proceedings. Then he masturbated himself watching his dog fuck his mother.

Michele whimpered and moaned as the dog's penis jackhammered in and out of her cunt, she had never been fucked so hard and fast before. She tried to expel Sultan's penis out of her vagina but he gripped her harder, snarled and nipped at her neck. Michele stopped trying; and resigned herself to put with the weight of the dog on her back and his doggy breath on her neck.

She felt disgusted with herself but she couldn't control the sensations that emanated from her cunt. Sultan's cock stimulated her clitty and filled her vagina; he was secreting so much fluid from his tapered cock that the passage of his penis was not at all uncomfortable; she felt filled and sated. Then Sultan howled and gripped her tightly with his paws and humped up against her; he panted heavily and slobber drooled from his mouth onto her neck and Michele felt his cock expand and convulse inside her.

She gasped as she felt Sultan's cock completely fill her vagina and spasm in an orgasmic paroxysm; he flooded her with his seed. Michele could feel the animal semen filling her vaginal cavity, Sultan's penis completely filled her and preventing any of his seed escaping. Sultan held himself tightly against her as he emptied himself; he howled and bayed as Michele's vagina stretched and was flooded with dog semen.

Michele grimaced in pain as the huge dog-cock expanded inside her as Sultan continued to ejaculate; it was not really an unpleasant feeling but she could not remember ever being so completely filled. She was close to orgasm herself but Sultan had stopped thrusting and just held himself inside her as emptied his scrotum into her.

Mike stroked his cock and watched fascinated as Sultan shuddered and shook atop his mother in the throes of his doggy orgasm. Mike wanted to take Sultan's place but knew better than to go near a dog servicing his bitch.

Sultan began to struggle and Michele realised her ordeal was finally over and that he was trying to get down. She lowered her buttocks to assist and Sultan slid off her body but remained attached to her. Sultan stood on the bed locked rear to rear with Michele, and then Mike realised what was happening. Sultan's knot was stuck inside his mother.

"Mike for fuck sake get this thing out of me," she pleaded.

"Sorry mom; his knot is stuck inside you. He'll be ok in a few minutes."

Michele was horrified; the ultimate indignity, having to remain kneeling on her own bed with a dog attached to her! She could feel the huge knot inside her; filling the entrance to her vagina. She also knew there was nothing she could do but wait.

Mike sat on the chair slowly wanking his penis as he looked at his mother in her heavy makeup, jewellery, business suit and high-heels, her sleek nylons shimmering on her legs...and a big German Shepard attached to her buttocks by his cock; her bottom in the air and her knickers torn where Sultan's angry red cock impaled her vagina. Michele whimpered and sobbed in humiliation, but she was helpless to do anything other than bear the shame. Her cunt was still being stimulated and occasional waves of pleasure washed over her despite the indignity of the situation.

After a few minutes Sultan whimpered and then pulled his shaft out of Michele, it dripped clear sticky fluid and Sultan lapped at himself briefly and then scampered off the bed. Michele sighed as Sultan shook himself free of her. She lowered herself down so that she was lying on the bed, her vagina stretched and tender.

Mike opened the door and let Sultan out of the bedroom and he scampered down the stairs. Mike turned around and looked at his mother lying on the bed and then down at his own throbbing erection. He climbed back on the bed and raised his mother up, surprised when she didn't resist.

Without any hesitation he thrust himself between her ripped panties and slid into her well-lubricated but swollen vagina and began to hump away, holding onto his mother by her silken thighs. Michele felt her son enter her and to her shame she couldn't help but push back against him in an attempt to invoke her own orgasm.

It was over within thirty seconds; Mike fucked his mother just like his dog had only minutes before and she wantonly responded, humping back against him and moaning with pleasure. As Mike ejaculated inside her she pushed herself back against him so that her clitoris was stimulated by his shaft and she shook with the intensity of her own orgasm. When they both recovered from their orgasms Mike eased his way out his mother and moved alongside her on the bed.

Michele lay down on her stomach; her cunt aching and leaking the deposits of her son and his dog. Mike kissed his mother and found her responsive. She kissed him back.

Finally they stopped kissing and both took a breath.

"I'm sorry Mike," Michele whispered.

"It ain't over," Mike replied.

To be continued.

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Michele Nylons

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