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"Talk about Sophie Portnoy! Man, I have a mother you wouldn't believe. Every chick I met, every chick I look at, every chick I dream about is a threat to dear ol' Mom. Don't get me wrong: I love her. But I wish to hell she hadn't hung on so long. I'm rid of her now-I'm moving out on my own next week-but it's been one hell of a trip, believe me. "'So who's this girl you're bringing home l' she asked way back before my first date in high school. Already then she was afraid I'd get a chick pregnant…mehr

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This full length erotic novel is so sexy we can't even tell you the preview…

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"Talk about Sophie Portnoy! Man, I have a mother you wouldn't believe. Every chick I met, every chick I look at, every chick I dream about is a threat to dear ol' Mom. Don't get me wrong: I love her. But I wish to hell she hadn't hung on so long. I'm rid of her now-I'm moving out on my own next week-but it's been one hell of a trip, believe me.
"'So who's this girl you're bringing home l' she asked way back before my first date in high school. Already then she was afraid I'd get a chick pregnant and I'd shame her and her ancestors forever. She should only know-she should only know!-that I don't even like fucking girls! Oral sex is my bag and mother is responsible for that too.
"Let me go back to the beginning. One day, when I was about twelve and just starting to realize my cock was growing and there was such a thing called sex I came home from school early with a sore throat. Dad ran a string of furniture showrooms and warehouses, and you never knew when he was going to be home. Already then he was losing his looks-'he worked himself to the bone-and mother never really had any. She's always been overweight, not what you'd call pretty, but not homely either, with her hair propped up with the help of ten cans of spray. I had never even pictured the two of them kissing, much less making love. I entered the house quietly and heard noises coming from the living room. I crept up behind the big planter and looked down into the sunken-Beverly Hills, mind you, posh sunken living room-area and immediately froze.
"Mother was on the top-riding him, in a stooping position. Dad's long slender cock stood straight up from his balls and she bounced on it and I was amazed to see it disappear up her, and then slide out again and again. The rolls of fat on her stomach jiggled and her massive breasts heaved with each movement. Dad wasn't saying a word, just moaning a sick sound. Mom was shouting all kinds of shit, like. 'FUCK THE JUICE OUT OF ME!' and 'HAROLD, HAROLD, YOU HAVE SUCH A BIG PRICK!' (which he didn't, actually), and I was so sick I wanted to puke.