Aubry stood in the shower for a long time, unmoving. His poor brain was in total confusion. The ”business Aubry” had seen the problem of obtaining sex and set about solving it. Now that he had obtained his goal, the “dullard Aubry” was in a total state of confusion. He wished he could just dissolve and flow down the drain with the water.
A MAN JUST DID NOT FUCK HIS OWN MOTHER!
He may be dull, but he did know that much. All his slowly absorbed teachings had made that very clear. But ,then, his father had espoused the theory that all sex was either dirty or forbidden. Did one, perhaps, have to be a father before it became permissible to engage in this soul rending phenomenon?
Oh, but it had felt so wonderful! She had been so wet and hot .She had eagerly guided him into her . She had slammed her pelvis into his groin time and time again , all the time whispering over and over,”yes, yes ,Baby. Harder! You’re so good! Fuck mama, honey”.. His penis had touched the womb from which he had spewed forth.
There was another problem now. He was ashamed of what he had done, but found he was still excited and thrilled . The memory of her wet pussy engulfing him was sending his blood racing , turning his penis into hard iron. He stepped from the shower. His mind made up.
Mother or not, he was going to fuck her again.