1. Halloween Mom


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: Bountyhunter310, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    It's hard to believe it's been a year since that fateful night. Almost impossible to comprehend the changes that have occurred in my life, in my outlook on life, on who I've become... on what I've become... on the horrible things I've done... I'm going to drink from her breasts tonight... those beautiful orbs that are filled with thick, delicious creamy milk that her body has manufactured for my s****r. Then I'm going to make love with her... unmasked at last. I think I finally decided to do it simply because I had a bigger penis than my dad. To prove that you can't fuck around with the Miller men. For the f****y's honor. For my grandfather... and my great grandfather... and my great, great grandfather... and my... But of course it was never really as simple as that. You don't decide to fuck your mother because your cock is bigger than your father's. Oh, I could blame Mr. Parker, Mr. Graham fucking Parker with his smooth talk and his oily manner. With his fat prick. What an asshole he was! But I made him pay. Or I could blame mom for letting the bastard, her boss, fuck her. I could blame her for making dad a cuckold, for making yours truly the son of a cuckold. Or blame dad for letting another man stick his cock in his wife. I mean what kind of man lets another man cum between his wife's legs? What would have granddad Miller thought of that? Or I could look in the mirror... You know, I'd always believed we were a pretty typical f****y. A happy f****y. The Stan Millers of ...
    Roanoke, Virginia, U.S.A... June 2006, Roanoke, Virginia At the time it all started, my dad, Stanley Albert Miller, was a forty year old C.P.A./Financial Adviser who owned his own successful company and had a beautiful, intelligent wife and an eighteen year old son. Who had coached his sons Little League baseball team and who had liked nothing better than spending his Saturday or Sunday afternoons teaching his son the finer points of angling. Who, though quiet, was respected by just about everyone who met him. He was a Shriner. And his wife Patricia, my mom, a smiling extrovert, popular with everyone, who'd had a c***d as a s*******n year old high school senior, yours truly in fact, then had juggled school and me over the next five years before joining the labor f***e when I'd started kindergarten. And then she had never looked back. They never had another c***d after I had appeared. Dad, a college junior at the time I was conceived, had run into mom, a neighbor girl he'd known forever, then a sixteen year old, at a college frat party. Somehow Dad, relatively innocent at the time, perhaps more so than the much younger Patricia Adams, impregnated mom before he got her home, then, with absolutely no regrets, married her three months later. Over the years I'd learned that Dad would have loved to have had more c***dren but it had never happened. And my guess was that he had never cheated on her, shit, probably he had never even thought about cheating on her in the almost twenty years ...
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