. good ones, bad ones, meanones even. The apparent policy at Fictionmania is that ifyou can't make positive remarks, then don't make a review.I disagr...e, at least as far as my stories and chapters areconcerned. Please say anything. I am a vain person and justwant to know that you've read what I've wrote. You can sayI read this and it was dull, or stupid or unbelievable.Whatever. I love comments. Both the current stories andthose in the library. And I thank you for them. I think, asa wannabe. Apparently that was all she wanted as she got up and turned off the water gesturing for me to get in. I sat down in the warm pool that covered almost to the crest of my hips, my swollen cock still and laying atop of my abdomen as she stepped in straddling my hips to join me. Her smile was naughty, my eyes wide as she squatted, lowered herself over me and picked up my cock to slide onto it. I groaned again as she gasped at the thick molten flesh that had filled her. I sat up enough to cup her. She made me dinner. We had dinner and we both went to bed. I expected mom to say something, but she didn’t. after a long time trying to stay awake, I finally began drifting off to sleep when I heard mom sobbing.I turned around and tried to comfort her. “Hey mom, what happened?” I said, facing her. But she wouldn’t stop crying. SO, I tried putting my arm around her to comfort her, and she let it bawl. She told me how she understood that dad’s death had affected me badly, but also I needed to. All I can do is enjoy the ride. Your moans get louder, your fingers dig into my thighs. You're so close. I whisper into your ear, "I want you to cum." You grind down on me one more time. I feel your pussy tighten around my dick and your body stiffen in my arms. "Cum, baby." You do, hard. You let out one last whimper as your entire body convulses, you can't even breath. Your hands have a death grip on my thighs. It takes everything I have to not follow you into ecstasy. You lean back into my.