In <%WAgP.719251$0O61.94753@fx15.iad> Jon Ball writes:
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> This guy gives a great partial explanation of it:

My name is Rudy and this is my story.

Before anyone judges me too harshly about fucking my mother, I
would like the opportunity to defend myself. Ending up in my
mother's bed is not something that just happened one night.

No,making my mother my lover came about over a long period, years in
fact.

I think the journey to Janet's bed, Janet is my mom, even I have
a hard time referring to the woman I'm fucking as mom, started
long before I became conscious of my need or my mother's.

My mother and father divorced when I was about seven. It wasn't
a traumatic thing for me. At least I don't think it was. He
wasn't much of a father anyway, always staying out late, coming
in drunk. It's a common story. Anyhow, I didn't miss him when
he left. Obviously, he didn't miss me either. If he had, he
might have come around occasionally.

Janet was young too, barely twenty-four, I think. I found out
later the only reason she married my dad at all is because she
was pregnant with me.

Therefore, being young and pretty, Janet started dating soon
after Michael, that's dad, moved out.

Janet was a whore. I'm not being harsh or rude. A whore is
exactly what she was. Let me clarify. She wasn't a whore in
classical sense. Selling her pussy on the street was not her
gig. Let me explain.

Janet liked to go out and party. I don't hold that against her.
After all, she worked hard all week in a stinking factory trying
to keep me with the necessities of life. God knows, she got no
help from Michael. So, come Saturday night, she liked to go out.

The problem was someone had to take care of me. This called for
a babysitter. As I said, we didn't have much money. Janet's
solution to the money crisis was to let some guy buy her drinks
all night, bring him home and let him pay the babysitter.

In return for his kindness, she would fuck him. Thus, she was a
whore. She was trading her pussy for a good time.

That was how it was for me. I was fanatical, living only to get
through the week so I could watch Janet get fucked on Saturday
night. There were very few times that she let me down by staying
home or coming home alone.

Then one Saturday night when I was sixteen everything changed.
Like I said, it was always routine. The guy would fuck her, get
his rocks off then get dressed and leave. Generally, it was all
pretty straight forward, nothing kinky or out of the ordinary.
He would stick his dick in her pussy, hump her until he came and
leave.

She brought home a huge giant of a man who was loud and ready to
fuck her. "Get your panties off. bitch."

"Okay, just be a little quieter. My son is sleeping in the next
room." As she spoke, she was opening his fly and extracting the
biggest dick I had ever seen. The massive tool must have been at
least ten inches long and as thick as the base of a coke bottle.
It was already partially erect and even from where I was I could
see the huge veins and bulbous pink head.

As Janet lay motionless on the bed, the Giant unbuckled his
pants, letting them drop to his ankles. He didn't bother to
undress, simply pushing his boxers down around his knees. He
paused for a moment, his massive erection waving in the air like
huge flagpole, Then began to tear away what was left of Janet's
clothes.

He was extremely rough as he pulled her pantyhose and
panties over her hips, tossing them carelessly around the room.
Then, grabbing her ankles, he dragged her helpless body to the
edge of the bed. He didn't bother removing her skirt, simply
pushing it up over her hips, exposing her ass. With one powerful
hand on each of Janet's hips, he raised her ass until her cunt
was at cock level for him.

Using his thumbs, he spread her cunt lips wide. Pushing his cock
toward Janet's exposed hole. It took several attempts for the head
to hit the target.

With his back to me, I had a clear view as the head of the
Giant's cock bulldozed its way though Janet's closely cropped
cunt hair and between the lips of her pussy.

At that point I was so excited that I bumped a shelf in the closet
and things fell everywhere.

"What the fuck is this?" bellowed the giant as he jumped up and
ripped the closet door open.

"Who in the Hell is this boy wearing a dress in the closet?"
"My son," answered Janet.

That was when I knew I was into dick more than pussy because he made
me suck my mom's pussy juice off his dick and fucked me up the ass
while she watched.