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"writing": "[center]thekzx\n\npresents\n\n'Yugoslavia'\n\nChapter 5\n\n'Yugoslavia'[/center]\n\n\n \"Oh, god, oh, god, oh my god...\" I moaned, breathing hard, trying to catch it as my arms hung down from my son Taylor's door handle. In this silence, I could tell no one else was home, downstairs or around. No noise, just the average nature sounds outside indicating spring. Seems this would still be our little secret after all.\n \"Hehe, was it that strong?\" he asked.\n \"Yes, sir...\" I whined. I still couldn't see anything, save for the tiny bits of light peeking through the bottom of the black cloth over my eyes. Taylor was shuffling around behind me. Maybe putting things away? It did seem the game was going to end soon, or was it? My Master still needed to cum.\n \"Nggahh...\" I heard weakly behind me. Was he stroking himself? Guess he needed to get really hard for whatever he was going to do next. The blindfold lifted off, but he kept it on my forehead. Such brightness. I squinted, watching my son untie my wrists from his doorknob. He helped me to my feet, shaky and quivery. My legs felt like jelly. I stretched my free arms and my back. Ahh, much better. I turned to see Taylor, my son, his school shirt still on, bottomless, hard boner sticking up against the fabric. I wished he wouldn't do these things right after school; sometimes it was tough washing bodily fluids out of his uniform.\n \"What's your wish, Master?\" I said.\n \"Lay on my bed.\" He said, indicating where my head would go. He wanted me to lay down the way he'd sleep. To prove what a good girl I was, I did as I was told, watching him lay next to me, putting his paws on my hip. \n \"Roll that way.\" he said, pushing my hip away from him. He nudged himself up to be, his dick against my ass. A paw reached down toward my quivering vagina, lifting the top leg up. Open, Taylor spread my folds, revealing the recently abused sex within, slathering the slime around. \n \"Hold this leg up.\" He said, watching me do so. He promptly kneaded my ass cheeks, so hard.\n \"Ow.\" I squeaked; maybe it was a little too hard. I could see in the corner of my eye his head whip upward at me. Oh crap, I thought.\n \"sorry, sorry.\" he whispered. Eh? Don't do that, Taylor. Don't ruin this, I thought. I thrilled, however when my son began to grab at my ass, spreading it open wide. Oh, the air stroking against my cavity there. He pressed his dick against it. Oh my god... He slathered up some extreme wet from my pussy and laid it all over my entrance. My son's fingers on my tailhole. My gawwwwd...\n \"Ngahh...\" I moaned, relaxing myself. Taylor, removing his paw, pushing forward. Oh, the peak was entering, nggahh... I braced against the bed. He pushed further, opening me more and more. Oh, god, he was actually going to try this. It was our very first time. My first time anal with my son.\n \"Ooof... it's really tight...\" he grunted, holding my hips awkwardly. I smiled, I wanted to kiss him. He was so adorable, trying so hard. My Taylor, my son, my Master.\n \"It's all for you, Master. Nngahh... take it... all...\" I grunted as well, bracing as more and more of Taylor entered my tailhole. He stopped and looked up at me.\n \"You bet it is.\" He said, lowering my blindfold. I was to be assfucked in darkness.\n \"Yes, Sir.\" I said, my heart racing, my breaths shortening. Inch by inch, he slid right in.\n Finally, our hips met. My son was deep inside my ass. I contracted a few times, listening to his little coos as I did. He'd never been inside a tailhole before, I surmised, and from what I'd heard from just about any guy, anal sex was an amazingly different experience than the vagina. I felt him tremble. This was just as exciting for him as anything new. I twisted around and held his face with a loving arm, holding his face.\n \"it's okay, master. fuck me. fuck me hard.\" I whispered, punishments be damned. If this was my punishment, I intended to enjoy every minute of it. As he began to pump in and out of me, Taylor whimpered a little. Maybe he was a bit too excited; was he going to cum so soon into this?\n \"Don't, ungh... don't tell me what to do... nggahhh...\" He said, ending in a high-pitched little whimper. This was obviously causing him such pleasure, he couldn't keep face.\n \"Nnggahh...\" I whined.\n \"Nggahaha... hehe, you ngg... you like that, huh?\" he said, grunting as he increased speed. He was finding his rhythm, I thought. Soon, Taylor was slamming his dick into me, squeaking and crying out. I wanted to cum again. I knew what it might do to Master's dick if I had an orgasm.\n \"Nngg... Master... Master, can I make myself cum? Can I please?!\" I whined.\n \"Y-yeah... yeah... do it...\" he squealed, thrusting so hard. \"Oh, god, oh god, this feels so good! It feels so good!\" I reached down and started masturbating. Instantly, Master and I were joined in the same level of pleasure. Orgasm was already imminent.\n \"I'm gonna cum soon, Master!\" I cried out.\n \"Nngggahahh!!!\" he cried. I felt it rise up again, striking me hard. My body convulsed against the boy pounding me from behind. He began crying out in loud whines as I knew my tailhole rhythmically squeezed his dick. He would probably be cumming soon, I thought.\n \"NGGAHHH!! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CAAAHAAAAMMMM!!!!\" He screamed, shuddering against me and thrusting in bursts of intense energy. I felt his dick jumping inside me, dumping his load deep inside his mother. He squealed and squeaked, gripping my body hard. Finally, he relaxed some, a little thrust here and there, squeaks and mutterings. A paw lifted the blindfold off my eyes and I saw my son, looking at me, breathing hard to match my own respiration. \n Still and nearly lifeless, Taylor was still buried deep inside his mother. I smiled slightly, looking his entire face over. Such determination, culminating in a successful climax, I thought. So handsome, so adorable. Treading lightly, I knew I needed to say something, not knowing, or caring, what the consequences might be, it may have needed to be said. I locked eyes with him as he fought to catch his breath.\n \"'Yugoslavia?'\" I said, our safety word. He blinked slowly then nodded.\n \"'Yugoslavia.'\" He said, exhaling and pulling out of my tailhole slowly. I held a paw to his chest.\n \"Slowly, Taylor, go slow, nngahh...\" I muttered, allowing him to pull slowly until his penis finally popped out and he collapsed against me. I smiled sweetly and rolled back over, allowing him to rest his head on my chest, arm across me. I stroked his sweaty hair across his forehead and smiled. \"Good boy, Taylor.\" I said, kissing his forehead.\n \"Yeah? Ya liked it?\" he said, a little more energy.\n \"Yes, it was amazing, like always, maybe one of the best, but you and I have got some talking to do.\" I said, switching over to my parental voice. Taylor looked up at me, worried.\n \"What, Mom?\" he said, \"What'd I do?\"\n \"You cussed, is what you did.\" I said. The realization dawned on him in an instant.\n \"Well, Mom, it was only one time.\"\n \"No, no, you cussed at least a few times. Now, what have I said about that?\"\n \"That... um... that you like it?\" Taylor said, fake smile. I rolled my eyes.\n \"Taylor, no. Just cus adults say things like that to each other doesn't mean you should.\" Taylor lowered his head and rested his chin on one of my tits.\n \"Sorry, Mom. I won't do that anymore.\"\n \"I don't know if I can trust you with that.\" I said, trailing off. Taylor sat up quickly, arms steadying on the bed beside me.\n \"I can, too!\" He cried.\n \"Taylor, okay, but one more cussword and you're grounded for a week, okay? There's simply no cussing during our playdates, got it?\"\n \"Got it, Mom.\"\n \"I love you, Taylor.\" I said, ending with a kiss.\n \"Love you, too, Mom.\"\n\n\nEND",
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presents
'Yugoslavia'
Chapter 5
'Yugoslavia'
"Oh, god, oh, god, oh my god..." I moaned, breathing hard, trying to catch it as my arms hung down from my son Taylor's door handle. In this silence, I could tell no one else was home, downstairs or around. No noise, just the average nature sounds outside indicating spring. Seems this would still be our little secret after all. "Hehe, was it that strong?" he asked. "Yes, sir..." I whined. I still couldn't see anything, save for the tiny bits of light peeking through the bottom of the black cloth over my eyes. Taylor was shuffling around behind me. Maybe putting things away? It did seem the game was going to end soon, or was it? My Master still needed to cum. "Nggahh..." I heard weakly behind me. Was he stroking himself? Guess he needed to get really hard for whatever he was going to do next. The blindfold lifted off, but he kept it on my forehead. Such brightness. I squinted, watching my son untie my wrists from his doorknob. He helped me to my feet, shaky and quivery. My legs felt like jelly. I stretched my free arms and my back. Ahh, much better. I turned to see Taylor, my son, his school shirt still on, bottomless, hard boner sticking up against the fabric. I wished he wouldn't do these things right after school; sometimes it was tough washing bodily fluids out of his uniform. "What's your wish, Master?" I said. "Lay on my bed." He said, indicating where my head would go. He wanted me to lay down the way he'd sleep. To prove what a good girl I was, I did as I was told, watching him lay next to me, putting his paws on my hip. "Roll that way." he said, pushing my hip away from him. He nudged himself up to be, his dick against my ass. A paw reached down toward my quivering vagina, lifting the top leg up. Open, Taylor spread my folds, revealing the recently abused sex within, slathering the slime around. "Hold this leg up." He said, watching me do so. He promptly kneaded my ass cheeks, so hard. "Ow." I squeaked; maybe it was a little too hard. I could see in the corner of my eye his head whip upward at me. Oh crap, I thought. "sorry, sorry." he whispered. Eh? Don't do that, Taylor. Don't ruin this, I thought. I thrilled, however when my son began to grab at my ass, spreading it open wide. Oh, the air stroking against my cavity there. He pressed his dick against it. Oh my god... He slathered up some extreme wet from my pussy and laid it all over my entrance. My son's fingers on my tailhole. My gawwwwd... "Ngahh..." I moaned, relaxing myself. Taylor, removing his paw, pushing forward. Oh, the peak was entering, nggahh... I braced against the bed. He pushed further, opening me more and more. Oh, god, he was actually going to try this. It was our very first time. My first time anal with my son. "Ooof... it's really tight..." he grunted, holding my hips awkwardly. I smiled, I wanted to kiss him. He was so adorable, trying so hard. My Taylor, my son, my Master. "It's all for you, Master. Nngahh... take it... all..." I grunted as well, bracing as more and more of Taylor entered my tailhole. He stopped and looked up at me. "You bet it is." He said, lowering my blindfold. I was to be assfucked in darkness. "Yes, Sir." I said, my heart racing, my breaths shortening. Inch by inch, he slid right in. Finally, our hips met. My son was deep inside my ass. I contracted a few times, listening to his little coos as I did. He'd never been inside a tailhole before, I surmised, and from what I'd heard from just about any guy, anal sex was an amazingly different experience than the vagina. I felt him tremble. This was just as exciting for him as anything new. I twisted around and held his face with a loving arm, holding his face. "it's okay, master. fuck me. fuck me hard." I whispered, punishments be damned. If this was my punishment, I intended to enjoy every minute of it. As he began to pump in and out of me, Taylor whimpered a little. Maybe he was a bit too excited; was he going to cum so soon into this? "Don't, ungh... don't tell me what to do... nggahhh..." He said, ending in a high-pitched little whimper. This was obviously causing him such pleasure, he couldn't keep face. "Nnggahh..." I whined. "Nggahaha... hehe, you ngg... you like that, huh?" he said, grunting as he increased speed. He was finding his rhythm, I thought. Soon, Taylor was slamming his dick into me, squeaking and crying out. I wanted to cum again. I knew what it might do to Master's dick if I had an orgasm. "Nngg... Master... Master, can I make myself cum? Can I please?!" I whined. "Y-yeah... yeah... do it..." he squealed, thrusting so hard. "Oh, god, oh god, this feels so good! It feels so good!" I reached down and started masturbating. Instantly, Master and I were joined in the same level of pleasure. Orgasm was already imminent. "I'm gonna cum soon, Master!" I cried out. "Nngggahahh!!!" he cried. I felt it rise up again, striking me hard. My body convulsed against the boy pounding me from behind. He began crying out in loud whines as I knew my tailhole rhythmically squeezed his dick. He would probably be cumming soon, I thought. "NGGAHHH!! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CAAAHAAAAMMMM!!!!" He screamed, shuddering against me and thrusting in bursts of intense energy. I felt his dick jumping inside me, dumping his load deep inside his mother. He squealed and squeaked, gripping my body hard. Finally, he relaxed some, a little thrust here and there, squeaks and mutterings. A paw lifted the blindfold off my eyes and I saw my son, looking at me, breathing hard to match my own respiration. Still and nearly lifeless, Taylor was still buried deep inside his mother. I smiled slightly, looking his entire face over. Such determination, culminating in a successful climax, I thought. So handsome, so adorable. Treading lightly, I knew I needed to say something, not knowing, or caring, what the consequences might be, it may have needed to be said. I locked eyes with him as he fought to catch his breath. "'Yugoslavia?'" I said, our safety word. He blinked slowly then nodded. "'Yugoslavia.'" He said, exhaling and pulling out of my tailhole slowly. I held a paw to his chest. "Slowly, Taylor, go slow, nngahh..." I muttered, allowing him to pull slowly until his penis finally popped out and he collapsed against me. I smiled sweetly and rolled back over, allowing him to rest his head on my chest, arm across me. I stroked his sweaty hair across his forehead and smiled. "Good boy, Taylor." I said, kissing his forehead. "Yeah? Ya liked it?" he said, a little more energy. "Yes, it was amazing, like always, maybe one of the best, but you and I have got some talking to do." I said, switching over to my parental voice. Taylor looked up at me, worried. "What, Mom?" he said, "What'd I do?" "You cussed, is what you did." I said. The realization dawned on him in an instant. "Well, Mom, it was only one time." "No, no, you cussed at least a few times. Now, what have I said about that?" "That... um... that you like it?" Taylor said, fake smile. I rolled my eyes. "Taylor, no. Just cus adults say things like that to each other doesn't mean you should." Taylor lowered his head and rested his chin on one of my tits. "Sorry, Mom. I won't do that anymore." "I don't know if I can trust you with that." I said, trailing off. Taylor sat up quickly, arms steadying on the bed beside me. "I can, too!" He cried. "Taylor, okay, but one more cussword and you're grounded for a week, okay? There's simply no cussing during our playdates, got it?" "Got it, Mom." "I love you, Taylor." I said, ending with a kiss. "Love you, too, Mom."
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