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By *rtemisia OP Woman
over a year ago

Norwich

She couldn't help noticing how very many beautiful young men there were each autumn, as new students flooded the city to begin their degrees. Entirely young enough to be her sons, every one of them. She could detect no trace of maternal instinct in her when she looked at them. Like this one here, idling over the crossing in skinny jeans, earphones on, rucksack full of books strapped over his broad shoulders... He had the body of a man. He was a man. But when she looked at his face, it was so fresh and sculpted, he looked newly hatched somehow.

Imprint. That's what she always thought of when she saw them. She remembered that boy about three summers ago, up against a farm gate, rutting into her, just as the sun was setting. Risky. Traffic passing, but only may have caught two writhing shadows in a rear view mirror.

Someone had taught him to kiss by the age of eighteen. Someone had inadvertently taught him to look beyond the tame penetration he'd been enjoying. He could see what he needed by the look in her eyes. As for her, she had wanted to imprint on him the lasting images and sense memory enough to make that rutting unforgettable.

She watched the boy cross the road and remembered driving home that distant night with cum running from both holes as she drove home to her man...

Unforgettable...

By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"Did it tickle your fancy?"

You can tickle my fancy (well, lets just say you made it twitch) or anything else come to that after such an erotic start to this tale of promising naughty deeds.