by Ernest Hemingsex
And I love his holiday greetings: "For All You Motherfuckers...Happy Mother's Day!" I sure that EH meant to include wannabe motherfuckers in his good wishes. That's the category, and lots and lots of his other fans, fall into. I never got to fuck my own dear mom, dammit, but I sure jerked off plenty over her, like countless sons have been doing since time immemorial. Face it, if you're a young male that hairy hole between your mother's thighs, that mysterious magical hole you came out of, your own damn birth canal, exerts a power over your mind and body like nothing else ever can. It's your own mother's glorious out of this world gorgeous incomparable cunt! And on Mother's Day there's only one logical gift you can give your mom. It's not chocolates or roses and it doesn't cost anything out of your pocket. Still, it's the present a mother appreciates more than any other from her baby boy, the best and sincerest gift you can give--a great big twatful of your creamy semen, straight from your hot young balls and shot up the twat of all your boyish dreams--your own mommy's ever-loving twat.
I wanted to tip my hat to an anonymous comment I received yesterday about a Chapter 3. I am writing here because the messenger's suggestion was very similar to my third installment idea, and he/she did not leave a way to reply back personally.
Very perceptive!
Holy Fucking Shit! Goddamn near gave me a heart attack--Good read. Thank you.
Invite her over for fun and sexigames. Hell, invite Marti, too.
I don't get why you keep switching between names Dante and Bob... did I miss something? Regardless good story.
Some of the writing is a bit flowery and over the top but superb nonetheless. I liked this story a lot.