Incest Seduction/Zachary Johnson
You pull up to your parent's house in your old, barely running, and sputtering car. You stare out your windshield and think momentarily about your life. You don't live here anymore but you still think of this as your home. You stop by less and less frequently but you stop in most weekends so you can do your laundry. Of course, you could do it in your dorm but then you have to fight with other students over two washers and two dryers. Sometimes the drive is easier, even if it ties you up at home for a few hours.
You step out of your vehicle and grab your laundry bag, throwing it over your shoulder.
Walking in through the front door, you casually stroll forward and spot your mother standing in the kitchen. She is in her robe and has just poured herself a fresh hot cup of coffee. She's all smiles when she looks up at you. You smile back. "Morning mom," you say happily.
"Hi baby," your mom replies. "Doing some laundry today?"
"Yep," you respond. You almost walk right past mom, but that seems cruel, if not just rude. You turn and approach her instead and place one arm around her shoulders. You kiss her on the cheek and say, "I love you, mom."
"I love you too, baby," she says, leaning upward to kiss you back. Her free hand runs its way down your back until it rests on a solitary butt cheek.
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