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It seems like it might be too late for you but how can we prevent this from happening to other CR applicants?

 

Well, we have to end apartheid for one. And slow down the nuclear arms race, stop terrorism and world hunger. We have to provide food and shelter for the homeless, and oppose racial discrimination and promote civil rights, while also promoting equal rights for women. We have to encourage a return to traditional moral values. Most importantly, we have to promote general social concern and less materialism in young people.

 

OP you have really opened my eyes. Your selfless sacrifice will benefit millions. Thank you.

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In the early seventies, I was taking some time off from

school. I was a member of the counterculture, 22, and

was living near my divorced mom’s house in the San

Fernando Valley. I was then about six feet tall, and

weighed about 190. A friend had taken off to the East

Coast, and had left me with some exceptionally powerful

marijuana. My girlfriend too had left me, and I was

feeling down, so I would go over to my moms quite a

lot.

 

My mom was still at 42 very attractive. She was about

5’5" dark haired, and thin with big boobs. She probably

weighed about 120. She had tried to get things going

with a couple of boyfriends, but things hadn’t panned

out. My dad had moved away. She and I would sit out on

the patio in front of her pool, and complain about how

shitty things had turned since the Vietnam war started

and so on.

 

She’d have a couple of drinks. I’d smoke a joint. Over

those few months, I discovered how lonely she was.

She’d been a successful young editor at a magazine, and

quit it all to marry my father, an engineer. Our

conversations covered everything politics, drugs, even

sex.

 

"You know, I never could come with your father," she

said. "I always had to masturbate." I was pretty non-

committal during these ramblings she got into. I found

myself simultaneously embarrassed, and very, very

turned on.

 

At home, I’d fantasize about how great it’d be to fuck

her. I’d gotten lots of experience with the two or

three long-term hippy girlfriends I’d had. We’d done

everything, and for long periods too. The fact that

there was such great grass around only helped. Everyone

of my age group was generally great in bed—the grass

taught us to screw slowly and in depth. Nothing was

foreign to us, sixty-nining, you name it.

 

I had the impression that my mother was sexually kind

of naïve, and I knew that I could give her a great time

in bed if only I had a chance. One day, as we settled

into our deck chairs at the back of the house, I had a

wild idea. "How about you try some of this?" I said.

 

"I don’t know—it’s still a drug to me," she said. She

never complained about my smoking it, a sign of her

liberalism, but she had never asked for any.

 

"Nonsense," I said. This stuff is extremely mild.

Nothing, in fact, could have been further from the

truth.

 

"Come on, I’ll show you," I said. My mom always wanted

to be perceived as liberal, so she went ahead and

toked. It took a few minutes to get her to hold it in

her lungs, but after a while, she was able to. We both

fell silent then. She and I were both dressed in

summer-wear. She had a T-shirt with a bra underneath,

and shorts with I presumed panties on under those. I

had a pair of swim trunks on only.

 

I moved my deck chair next to my mom’s. This was truly

psychotic grass, where you can’t think or speak, but

everything sensory seems to be underlined. I put my

hand on her shoulders and began to stroke her lightly

over the top of her back.

 

"Leaves fire trails..." she said slowly, referring no

doubt to the sensation. I continued this for a while,

then shifted to the tops of her arms. She seemed to

shift her weight toward me to give me greater access. I

was so stoned, that the last thing I could have done

was rush, but finally I shifted my weight to nuzzle her

neck (which she seemed to lean into, giving the

slightest hint of a moan.

 

With trepidation, I shifted my fingertips delicately to

my mother’s breasts. She shuddered, but did not move

away. My fingertips gently cupped these full and still

perky objects, occasionally trailing over her nipples.

I bent to kiss her, my tongue entering immediately. She

returned my kisses languidly, tongue playing against

mine. Still kissing, noting that her substantial

nipples had become rock hard, I lifted her top over her

head, interrupting the kiss only to get the t-shirt by.

 

I languidly reached for her bra fastener in front and

liberated her beautiful breasts. She softly moaned now.

I bent to her breasts and slowly licked each nipple in

endless circles, while my hands caressed her arms and

sides. Too stoned to be afraid she would stop me, I

knelt beside her deck chair, and lifted my mother’s

little butt up slightly and skinned down her pants and

panties as a unit. Here was my mother naked, on a hot

sunny day, and I was going to be fucking her in a few

minutes.

 

But first, hippie sex! Something I was sure she had no

experience with. Her eyes were shut, but she seemed

totally relaxed. I stood and removed all my clothes

slowly, then knelt in front of her chair. My hands

found her feet, and slowly gave her a deep foot massage

that went on for a minute or two, then they began to

work their way slowly up her legs.

 

She said, through slack lips, "Feels sooo good..." I

marveled at the beauty of her still-tight belly, only

slightly pooched from delivering us kids, and enjoyed

the hairy puffed out cunt I hadn’t seen since before

puberty when we all ran around naked in the house. My

mouth found her cunt, and she started slightly, but

settled right away.

 

I got her legs a fair distance apart, and began to

slowly lick her clitoris, which turned out to be quite

large and erect, in a slow circle. She started actually

gasping, and slowly raised a hand to cup behind my

head, to prevent it moving away, as though I had any

intention of moving it. This went on for minutes, my

slow licking of my mother’s clit never varying.

 

By this time my cock had swollen to enormous

proportions. I know that many believe that we have a

given cock size, but I am sure that the degree of

excitement has something to do with size. My normally

seven inch cock was at least an inch longer, and half

an inch wider than normal. A large bubble of pre-come

had collected at the tip. I continued to lick and lick.

 

By now her hand was lightly grabbing my hair. In

addition, my mother was lubricating obscenely, and

wetness was actually coming out onto my tongue when I

occasionally scooped it down to enter her vagina. The

salty taste was wonderful and sweet.

 

After minutes, I rose to my feet, and helped her sit

up, her eyes still closed. Tilting her head to one

side, and lowering myself slightly, I brought the tip

of my monstrously swollen penis to her lips. I was

curious to see what she would do with it.

 

Surprisingly, she began to lick the head in a circle,

and after a while began to dip down with increasingly

deep strokes to the base. She continued to moan during

this, and squatting slightly, I managed to get my

finger to her still wet clit to continue the circular

action.

 

I never would have believed that my Mom could give such

a wonderful slow blow-job, including pretty much a deep

throat. On the grass, it felt unbelievably good, and

shimmering waves of pleasure coursed through my whole

body. It was fortunate that I had trouble coming from

this technique, because I would have blown a gallon of

come into her throat. The fact that my mother was

sucking my cock added to the incredible feeling of

eroticism.

 

After eight or ten minutes of this, I pulled myself

reluctantly from her mouth, and helped her to her feet.

I wasn’t going to fuck her in a deck chair. Her eyes

remained closed to slits as I led her slowly to the bed

in the guest room on the first floor. I positioned her

on it on her back, and slowly knelt between her legs.

 

I knelt erect for a few seconds so she could see how

huge my penis was, then I put my head between her legs

and ate her by lapping the flat of my tongue over her

inner lips and clit over and over for a minute or two.

I then entered her by putting the head of my cock to

her opening and gently pushing until I was completely

unsheathed. I then began to slowly, slowly fuck and

fuck my mother, each stroke retracting all the way to

the tip of my penis.

 

She was idiotically lubricated, but at the same time

quite tight, and her vagina had long since achieved

pre-orgasmic clampdown. Using the slow, slow approach

in the missionary position, I fucked her for about an

hour, while she gasped and moaned. Her legs alternately

splayed out to the sides, cupped my ass, or pointed to

the top of the opposite wall. At one point one foot

gently paced my rump, while the other pointed out to

the side.

 

The pleasure was absolutely incredible, but I was

careful not to come. Instead I wanted her to. The grass

was so good I thought she might have a problem in this

position. So after an hour I changed. I pulled out, and

dropped to eat her clit for a minute or two, making

sure that her cunt was as moist as possible. I needn’t

have worried, her lubrication had generously moistened

everything.

 

I then positioned myself on one side and hoisted her

legs over my pelvis in the T position. I entered my

mother gently and began to fuck her using the same long

strokes as before as her body laid over me. I used my

left hand to gently masturbate her clitoris in a

circle, and used the right to brush her breasts and

stomach.

 

It wasn’t long before I felt her cunt absolutely

chewing my cock in pre-orgasmic spasms. When my mother

came, she screamed and screamed, while I continued to

slow fuck and masturbate her. This went on for three or

four minutes, and I could feel her vagina grab,

release—grab release. Finally, at long last, she pushed

my hand away, the sensations being I guess a little too

strong following her come. I continued to slowly fuck

her.

 

"I want you to come in me," she whispered. I got back

to the missionary position (actually one of my

favorites). Now I fucked to my orgasm, a little more

rapid and using a few more short strokes, although

there were plenty of long deep ones too. It wasn’t long

before I had the most incredible orgasm of my life with

pulse after pulse of heavy semen shot into my mother’s

vagina.

 

We slept. The next morning, as she made me breakfast,

now primly clothed, she said, "I think we’ll chalk that

one up to the grass. I don’t want it to happen again."

Sadly, it hasn’t.

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Well, we have to end apartheid for one. And slow down the nuclear arms race, stop terrorism and world hunger. We have to provide food and shelter for the homeless, and oppose racial discrimination and promote civil rights, while also promoting equal rights for women. We have to encourage a return to traditional moral values. Most importantly, we have to promote general social concern and less materialism in young people.

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i have to return some video tapes

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