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Copyright 2018 Danielle Leloup

All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Slut Mothers: Mom Gets Fucked by a Dog



“Who the fuck are you?”

The huge black man grabbed me by my shirt, lifting me up in the air like a sack of potatoes. He stared at me with eyes blazing. I had my pants down to my ankles, my right hand covered in cum and my cock still half erect.

“Let go!” I said, trying to unlatch his huge hand from the back of my shirt. He didn’t even budge.

“I said, who the fuck are you?” His deep voice like a boombox right in my face.

“I’m….” I mumbled, “I’m her son…”

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It all happened because my weed man crashed his bike. With a broken leg, a few missing front teeth, and a prescription for vicodin, he decided that it was probably best that his clients come to his house instead of the other way around. I said “isn’t that an excellent way to get caught by the cops with a huge stash?” but he didn’t seem to care. I think he was high on vicodin.

Anyway, so I went all the way to this really run down neighborhood in the suburbs. There were empty houses everywhere, abandoned cars with no wheels and broken windows, overgrown lawns with swats of mosquitoes, dogs barking, filthy children playing in the dirt…

I found my weed man, Doug, half unconscious, lying on the couch, bags of weed everywhere. He offered me a vicodin and a glass of tequila. When I said no, he said with a lazy smile: “take the weed free of charge, just grab one of the bags man.” And that’s when I saw a black Mercedes SL parking across the street. At first I thought it was yet another one of Doug’s costumers. Then I saw a tall lady stepping out of the car. In a neighborhood like that she stuck out like a sore thumb: white silk blouse, stiletto heels, long blonde hair, miniskirt showing off her long legs… she looked just like my mother!


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