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Stepmother's Bed
Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
booze altogether, it was good to know that at least he admitted he had a problem. Yes, that was something, and Denny hugged his father and shook hands with him warmly. Within twenty minutes, all five of them were riding in Martin Reardon's pick-up truck, heading for the airport in Portland. As they passed through Walden Flats' main street for the last time that summer, Denny and Joyce gazed sadly and lingeringly at the stores and shops, the movie theater, the Town Square, the winding rural road that led to Landon Pond. They left the small town then, along with the memories of their playmates, and swung onto the freeway. At Portland airport, there were hugs and kisses and promises to write often. With her back to the others, Norma gave Denny a quick French kiss goodbye, then winked at him and whispered. "I trust you learned a lot, little man. But wait'll next year!" Denny liked Norma. Not only could you fuck her ... you could actually talk to her and have fun with her. She'd taught him plenty. She had tears in her eyes. Denny and Joyce boarded the big jet and soon they were airborne, their seat belts unfastened and staring at the Oregon landscape below. "Jesus!" Denny said. "Dad should have been an orator instead of a chiropractor. Long-winded as hell and I wouldn't bet he won't get stoned out of his gourd tonight!" He shook his head. "Still, I guess I respect him more than I did at the first of our vacation." "Yeah, I guess he did get ... pretty long-winded," Joyce said seriously. "But what he said was all--well, true, huh?" "Speaking of long-winded," Denny said, "I guess it's time for you to make a speech, too. What was it you were going to say to me once we got on the plane?" "Oh, yes," she said, nodding, "that. Well, it's about our relationship, Denny. Our physical relationship. Knowing what we said and did this summer, you realize we have to knock off that kind of b*****r-s****r diddling from now on, right?" "What the hell you talking about, s*s?" Denny replied, stunned. "You mean there's something wrong with fooling around with pricks and cunts? Bullshit! You and I are gonna be a team--maybe for our whole lifetimes!" "Huh-uh," Joyce said. "That's all over--from now on we're Mister and Mrs. Pure. Use your head, Denny. You know it couldn't go on. Admit it?" "No, I won't admit it. We love each other and we like fooling around with each other. If you don't get pregnant, what difference does it make? Admit you liked fucking with me, come on." "I liked it too much, Denny," Joyce said. "And that's the problem. See, you have to understand that in this society it's a very big no-no. Next to murder, it's maybe the biggest no-no. It's a--a taboo. i****t is a taboo." "Taboo, schmoo," Denny said. He reached over and grabbed her tit, but she shoved his hand away. "I wish you'd get all these crazy new ideas out of ...