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Curiosity got the better of William Horner. He had been spurned on by a greater power, a new feeling that he could not contain. He rummaged through the laundry and spotted swiftly a pair of his mother's bras.
It was large, unsurprisingly. It had a faint smell of perfume and her scent, a slight musk to them--not overbearing yet gentle enough to remind him of her luscious twins. The cornucopia of different feelings and thoughts Billy was now overbearing and his erection poked curiously upward.
He looked once to his left, then his right. Then, perhaps out of guilt, perhaps out of embarrassment, sighed and began to hump the bra with his cock tip. The feeling of his boyhood touching his mother's underwear in such a lewd manner set off a rather surprising reaction and almost instantly, a small pool of his virgin semen stained the inside of her bra.
His body quivered and suddenly a surge of shame hit him like a rouge wave. He blushed, dazed by what happened. And then...fear.
He gulped as he looked at his goat milk inside the bra--a small amount but enough to coat a section of the inner folds. Billy was both aroused at the sight and horrified.
"Mom is going to kill me..."