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- | I stretch as I get out of bed, looking over at the mirror.
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- | I run my hands over my flat stomach longing for the feeling of ingesting that sweet white liquid... that human nectar...
| + | [[TheSeven/GluttonyPg1S|First choice]] |
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- | My hair is draped over my breasts hiding the little pink nipples on the end of my hefty DD chest, there still seems to be some milk being produced albeit a lot less than previous years.
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- | I look down a little at my recently trimmed pussy, It has survived many dickings and a childbirth yet still managed to keep itself quite nice to look at besides a little wear.
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- | I get frustrated just looking at myself, there is one thing that I love in this world... semen... yet is the one thing I cannot get enough of to satisfy me.
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- | That isn't completely true, my 6 year old son since a few weeks ago has been producing it in his sleep and ejaculating it.
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- | I don't know why but the amount has been increasing every day, it started off as a couple of white spurts about the size of a normal mans ejaculation.
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- | Then every morning it has been doubling the previous days amount until it stopped growing a couple of days ago.
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- | The ejaculations were a their peak maybe a half a gallon worth, far more than any man I've ever known.
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- | I walk down the hallway naked, my son is a deep sleeper so I don't have to fear my son seeing me in such undress.
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- | As I open the door to my little Joshua's room I don't smell the usual smell.
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- | I creep up to his bed and lift the blanket, not a single drop but instead an incredibly hard erection seemingly ready to blow.
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- | He is longer than any boy his age measuring in 6 and a half inches but it isn't the biggest I've known, not by a long shot.
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- | Usually I wake him to clean his mess but as there is no mess, I just smile and exit.
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- | A few hours of nothing much happening besides getting dressed passes as I stare at my tv screen feeling brain dead until my phone rattles.
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- | I look at my phone and then look over at my son walking naked toward me with a smile, his cock hanging flaccid.
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- | "Mommy, I didn't pee the bed last night!" he says as he comes and hugs me.
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- | I should feel happy but my sons lewd displays of his virility were the only thing that made my day pass... I can't go on like this, I need to make a choice.
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- | My options come down to either dedicating all my time to my son, but using his body for my selfish desires.
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- | Or hiring babysitters so I can spend nights out on the town having filthy sex like I crave, limiting my time spent with my son.
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- | What do I do?
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- | [[TheSeven/GluttonyPg1S|Make a commitment to my son.]]
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- | [[TheSeven/GluttonyPg1T|Go to town tonight, I need it.]] | + | |
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