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The Year Was

Dinkleberry

Published January 11th 2015
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The Year Was… 1988 and 18-year-old David is in love. He is infatuated with his beautiful mother, Aubrey. However, or maybe because of this, she also intimidates the hell outta him – to the point he is a tongue-tied teenager around her. Upon making anMoreThe Year Was… 1988 and 18-year-old David is in love. He is infatuated with his beautiful mother, Aubrey. However, or maybe because of this, she also intimidates the hell outta him – to the point he is a tongue-tied teenager around her. Upon making an fortuitous discovery, David devises an individualized tailored plan to seduce his Mom. Can he lure her into his web and him into her arms?EXCERPT:She turned the page, which lead to the centerfold, which entailed two pages of Jeannine Oldfield sitting relaxed at the bow. Her life vest was open and her breasts were beautifully exposed. Mom exclaimed, “I’m jealous. Can you imagine me being out there? God, it looks so relaxing.”Of course I could imagine my Mom out there on the boat relaxing. Numerous times I had fantasized about that exact scenario. Turning the page led to more pictures of Jeannine Oldfield. She was posing on different parts of the boat now without her white bikini bottoms.Turning to look directly at me she again nudged me, “Does she remind you of someone?”“Umm, I guess so,” I meekly answered as Mom kept her eyes on me.Surprising me, she quickly leaned forward and kissed me. Since I turned towards her she caught me half on my lips half on my left cheek.“David, I already know who she resembles. I just want to hear you say it,” my mother implored. In the past, she would’ve said it with her terrifying snarl. Tonight, her soft voice pleaded with me to share my secrets to her.I knew what she wanted. I knew what my mother was demanding I admit. Taking a deep breath I confessed, “Fine, she resembles you. You happy?”“Yes I am.” And she kissed me again, this time fully on my lips.“And it’s not her you really want is it?”“No,” I guiltily admitted.“Who is it you really want?” Filled with confused shame I reminded silent.“David, I need to hear you say it,” she softly, lovingly, comfortingly urged.“It’s you I want Mom. It’s always been you…” and now that it was out I was ready to confess everything, “I love you Mom. I…”And she shut me up by kissing me