Message-ID: <13470eli$9807300148@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dez187lm@hotmail.com (H.D. Meister) Subject: {ASSM} Story: Mother - mother.txt [1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6pl6rf$a4d$10@solaris.cc.vt.edu> Greetings. Here is another story from the Mind of H.D. Meister. If you are not at least 18 or live in a community which does not allow adult material, DO NOT READ THIS. Post freely, archive and critique as you will so long as the work is not altered in any way, you do not gain a profit from my work, and all due credit is given to the author: me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mother By: H.D. Meister (dez187lm@hotmail.com) Listen to your words, parents. Listen to those tales you tell your children of Right and Wrong. There is truth in your words. Listen well to the lessons you teach your young ones, Mother. Do you remember those tales your mother would tell you of the frightened young girl who meets the dark stranger? Do you remember the power he held in his eyes? Can you recall that tingle between your thighs as you wondered what it would be like to kiss a man like that? Remember how many nights you rocked yourself to sleep in that forbidden chair of Lust? There is truth in your words. Such a stranger does exist. He is charming, bold, and handsome. He is the stern face of comfort with a wire-brush beard and Death in his eyes. He is the innocent young man with wonder plastered on his face. And he is the one your young daughter will choose to be her first lover. Remember those words? Can you recall how your nipples tingled with but the slightest though of his hands against your flesh? Your own mother would tell you of the pain he would cause, yet she would only dare to mention the heartbreak. Never one words did she say about the momentary explosion of pain as he tore apart your maidenhead. No. She never mentioned the exquisite sensation of his teeth at your neck. between the cleft of your heaving breasts. On your taunt nipples. These pains she never spoke of. Will you do the same? Will your own daughter have to learn those lessons you have already learned? Or did you learn anything at all? When you first held a man's member in your hands, what did you feel? Did shame crawl its way along your spine? Did the forbidden act give birth to new, more demonic images of what it could do to your body? Did you enjoy it? Remember those words. Remember that all your mother ever described to you was the face. Ever wonder why she chose that face? Did you ever wonder if he always wore the same body? What about that chubby little kid you kissed in school that day on a dare? Is that the face? Does he wear the body? Did you see any darkness within his eyes? Did you bother to look? What feelings ran through your body? Disgust? Wonder? Did you recognize the twinge of pleasure as your lips touched his? What happened after that? Did you stop and look into his eyes? Was there disgust there? What did you learn from that first kiss? There is truth in your words. Not all men who smile warmly have the fire of compassion burning within them. Some burn with a hunger. They long to run their tongues along your daughter's flesh and taste of her sweetness. Others have nothing burning within them save a nagging knowledge that your daughter will be the next in a long line of conquests. Still others care very much for your daughter, so long as they are the only creatures to know her love. Listen well to those tales. And when you tuck your daughter in at night, do you know what fuels her dreams? Is she too young to crave the company of another nude body next to her own? Do her fingers travel between her thighs as she envisions making love to that stranger? Do those fingers find their way to her "special place?" Can you remember the nights when you did the same? What did you envision? Do you still remember the face of the man you longed to kiss? Do your fingers still make that journey? There is truth in your words, Mother. Listen to them well. And remember. (dez187lm@hotmail.com) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----