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Make room for motherLaura took his hand in hers, holding it tenderly. She could hear her son breathing in the quietness of the night. His hand felt hot, sweaty, in hers. He didn't say anything. Laura felt she knew what his problem was. He had seen her, seen her with her legs spread wide lewdly, seen her panties, her hand inside her panties, and he was still excited by it. That had to be his problem, she was sure. Unconsciously, Laura drew her son's hand onto her stomach. She was trembling, trying to control her own breathing. She wondered if Sammy had a hard-on. She peeked at his lap, but it was too dark to see. Sammy sat with one knee up on the bed, the other foot on the floor, turned to face her. "Would you mind if I turned on the light?" she asked him, softly. "It's just a little light, not bright at all." "Okay, Mom," he said, and she detected a slight quiver in his voice. She flicked the light on, a soft, dim brightness that cast shadows about the room. She heard Sammy suck in his breath, and noticed that he was staring at her tits ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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