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The linked videos are automatically gathered and added into our system by our spider script. Thumbnails are automatically generated from the videos. He made as much known to Hannah by giving her a full-bodied hug that pressed her copious mounds up against his chest. Every night, immediately after dinner, David would lock himself up in his room with the webcam. When Hannah suggested they go out and do something, his response was invariably, "I think I'll stay in tonight." Hannah had no idea what he was doing in his room with the webcam. "Really." "So," she said, casually planting a hand on his inner thigh and rubbing. The boxers fell around his ankles and he kicked them off. " "Like this," David said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and throwing his head back and grabbing his penis around the base and stroking, all the while moaning and panting. "You have to promise me that from now on your dick belongs to me." "Yes mother." "And what did you promise me? Closing her eyes, she pushed back until he was inside her ass to the hilt."Easy there, soldier," she said, pushing David away. It was like Myspace, she thought, one of those new fads that she didn't understand and precluded anyone over thirty. Slowly, he turned to face Hannah and revealed his 8-inch cock in all its glory. David gyrated his hips and gently stroked the shaft up and down, emphasizing its length and girth. " "That my dick belongs to you." "Good boy," she said, swaying her hips. He was so deep inside her she wondered if it was doing any serious damage to her, but as he started to pump and the pain went away she knew it was going to be all right.
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It was one of the most beautiful penises she had ever seen with one glaring problem; it belonged to her son. But." He looked up at her with a mixture of shame and anger in his eyes. She was about to turn off the computer when one of the subject lines caught her eye.
Even as she went to sleep, she tried to picture it and how it would feel inside her. "But," she said, "there are a lot of bad people on the net, people who wouldn't think twice about hurting you. "Hey big boy, your mother's here." Which was strange: she didn't remember writing any emails to her son that week. You're the best." After dinner, Hannah moved his computer and webcam into her room. Finally, she summoned up the courage and walked across the hallway to David's room. " "Yes mom, I am." He was lying on his bed, bare chested, his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.
It's your safety I'm concerned about." David said nothing and left to go the school. Even though she always said she respected her son's privacy, she opened the message anyway. They said their goodnights and retreated to their respective rooms.
It was from a 40-year old woman who called herself Dianna. Tonight, I'm confiscating your computer and webcam." Suddenly, David broke down into tears. At first, he said he did it just out of curiosity but then it had become an unhealthy habit.