I could only think the author who had been trying to submit it somewhere and had mistyped the address so it ended up into my inbox instead. XXNX Mom’s pasty thighs were marked by cellulite, and her big clitoris was resting against my balls, safely nested in the nook between them. Everyone turned to look at me, but I dismissed the event with an awkward smile and picked up the implement again. I can’t imagine all these feelings being possible in normal romance or lovemaking. These are the kinds of things that are not talked about, even though they happen all the time. At the moment of ejaculation my hairy balls were throbbing and pulsating against my mother’s prominent clitoris, tenderly stimulating it in the most natural way possible at the same time as my sperm cells were rushing towards the ovum. Just be kind and let her swallow, and everything will be fine. I might have felt awkward about doing so if my e-mail had any connection to my real name, but it didn’t. I’m sure that’s the same for most people, but now I made note of how her brown hair curled over her shoulders, and how her breasts bounced slightly when they bumped against the table.
