i often found myself firmly seated on a cushioned toilet. my feces would get tangled up
in the soft materials, the smell getting excrementally worse by the day. i looked at my
mother and finally told her my desires -- to be inside her. at first she looked shocked,
but soon warmed up to the thought of my cock deep within her butthole. i wanted to see it
bleed motherly love. i wonder if she would let me milk her. six and six was on the radio
that day. my dinner got cold. as cold as those lakes outside my window in indiana.