2T4U/Ellen Gunderson
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| - | You wake up, you brain a bit foggy and your pussy aching to be filled. You look over to the other side of the bed for your husband, and then remember he's not there. You sigh, rise, shower and start making breakfast | + | You wake up, you brain a bit foggy and your pussy aching to be filled. You look over to the other side of the bed for your husband, and then remember he's not there. You sigh, rise, shower and start making breakfast for the kids, hoping that making yourself busy will help. |
That process distracts you from your horniness for a while, but once you're done, you realize you need to climax. By now the kids are eating breakfast. You notice that you're not the only one with that issue. Your oldest child, Jack, has a tent in his pants that just won't go down. You find yourself staring at it. | That process distracts you from your horniness for a while, but once you're done, you realize you need to climax. By now the kids are eating breakfast. You notice that you're not the only one with that issue. Your oldest child, Jack, has a tent in his pants that just won't go down. You find yourself staring at it. | ||
| - | Jack notices where your eyes are straying to, and he gives you what appears to be a lustful glance. Could he really be thinking about his own mother that way? You pack all the kids into the minivan and start dropping them at their various schools. Jack, being the oldest, is the last one left in the car. His erection is if anything getting stronger. You pull the van to the side half a block from his school. | + | Jack notices where your eyes are straying to, and he gives you what appears to be a lustful glance. Could he really be thinking about his own mother that way? You pack all the kids into the minivan, making sure they all have their lunch money, and start dropping them at their various schools. Jack, being the oldest, is the last one left in the car. His erection is if anything getting stronger. You pull the van to the side half a block from his school. |
"You staring at it is not helping it go away," he says. ''Busted again.'' | "You staring at it is not helping it go away," he says. ''Busted again.'' | ||
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| + | '''What's a mother to do?''' | ||
*[[2T4U/Fight back your urges|Drop Jack off and go back home]] | *[[2T4U/Fight back your urges|Drop Jack off and go back home]] | ||
*[[2T4U/Give in to your urges|Call Jack in sick and take him back home with you]] | *[[2T4U/Give in to your urges|Call Jack in sick and take him back home with you]] | ||
[[Category: 2T4U|Ellen Gunderson]] | [[Category: 2T4U|Ellen Gunderson]] | ||
Revision as of 07:37, 13 October 2014
You wake up, you brain a bit foggy and your pussy aching to be filled. You look over to the other side of the bed for your husband, and then remember he's not there. You sigh, rise, shower and start making breakfast for the kids, hoping that making yourself busy will help.
That process distracts you from your horniness for a while, but once you're done, you realize you need to climax. By now the kids are eating breakfast. You notice that you're not the only one with that issue. Your oldest child, Jack, has a tent in his pants that just won't go down. You find yourself staring at it.
Jack notices where your eyes are straying to, and he gives you what appears to be a lustful glance. Could he really be thinking about his own mother that way? You pack all the kids into the minivan, making sure they all have their lunch money, and start dropping them at their various schools. Jack, being the oldest, is the last one left in the car. His erection is if anything getting stronger. You pull the van to the side half a block from his school.
"You staring at it is not helping it go away," he says. Busted again.
What's a mother to do?
