stepson

“Unzip me.” Mary stares into the crotch of her son’s jeans. Her surprise at seeing Tommy standing in front of her is so complete, she is temporarily rendered mute. She is on her hands and knees on the kitchen floor like a dog… waiting for a bone. With trembling fingers, Mary Drummond fumbles with the zipper of son’s pants. After pulling it down, she stops. “Take it out.” “No, I can’t.” “Why not?” “It’s wrong.” Mary knows her position is ridiculous. Saying mother- son incest is wrong while on her hands and knees on the...

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