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"They're the most interesting kind of stories for meto both read and write. I know that you're intelligent and well read, and it's obvious you're a good writer. I just hope that you don't limit yourself to one certain kind or type of writingor reading. It would really help me, Mom, if you would read them, and tell me what you think about them. I mean, celebrate herejust a little celebrationlike maybe sharing a glass of champagne." She laughed outright. "Sure, Mom, I know." "Well, I don't see why not," she said. She was dressed in a short tight skirt and tight silk blouse. It's just that the subject-matter is so limited ... The last thing in the world she had expected was for her son to move atop her and begin hunching her between her legs. He raked her skirt up and tugged down on her panties. For a moment, Mack lay on the sofa, debating whether to follow her. It was clearly apparent to him that she was not going to allow him to fuck her without a struggle, and he wasn't at all sure he would win the struggle. For a moment he let his imagination go and even thought that she might return.

But I'm not going to order you to read or write other things. Schooling is a different matter, of course." "I know that, Mom. Mainly novels, but what would be called erotic literature, I guess you could say. But I haven't read many erotic short stories, and I certainly haven't read anything like your story." She chuckled. It would help if I could get an opinion about them, about their merit or lack of." "Well, sure, honey, I'll read them. It would help me in maybe revising them and improving the stories and my writing, and, who knows, maybe help me get some more published, and make more moneylike this five hundred dollars." He appealed to his Mom as if he were interested in improving his writing, but actually, his purpose was only to get her to read the stories, andhis imagination told himget her 'into the groove" so to speak of his own mind and imagination, and if possible even turn her onnot only to the idea of sex in general, but sex with him. "Well, honey, I think champagne is out, but, I do have some wine." "I know you do," he replied. "After all, this really does call for a celebration. Her long sandy-blonde hair almost reached to her waist. She had noticed the stiff full bulge at his crotch, and knew he had a full-blown hard-on, but it hadn't really shocked her, or caused her any real uneasiness. But after a few minutes, he realized that that was not going to happen.

She simply gave out a wry smile and wagged her head. "It's well-written, no doubt of that, but, the story is..." "Is what? When I first started writing, I tried writing other kinds of stories, 'regular' type stories as you say. I mean, you're sixteen, but you write like you're, I don't know, twenty-six? "Well, honey, for one thing, you don't know any older women I mean like the character in the story. You haven't experienced anything like that, have you?

He went the route of submitting his stories only to publications that published erotica and that paid money to publish. " His mother came into the living room from the kitchen. "They publish a number of different things, but "The Satyr" is its main publication, and that's the magazine my story will be published in." "The Satyr? When he reached his room, Mack went to his desk and picked up a copy of the story. By now his cock was hard as a rock; his balls tingled and throbbed. He handed her the story and moved over closer to her so that his body brushed upon hers.

After two years of writing and submitting things he had written, one of his stories had finally been accepted.; not only for publication, but for five hundred dollars! " his mom raised her brows "It sounds like a..." "What? He glanced at it, and then lowered his hand down to his crotch and stroked. He made sure he spread his legs enough so that his hard-on could be clearly seen if she happened to look at his crotch.

Mack was only sixteen, but he had been writing for a couple of years, and he had concentrated upon a certain form and subject. To say he was infactuated with her would be an understatement. She had married young--when she was eighteen, mainly because she had gotten pregnant, but the marriage had lasted for fifteen years before she was divorced. "Well, yeah, I guess, but it sounds rather classical too." "It's really one of the few major magazines left that publishes erotica and pays. "Well, in general it's a story about this boy and his relationship with an older person. I have copies of it." "Yes, I'd like to read it very much. In a number of ways, Mack was an average sixteen-year-old boy. He wasn't what would be called good-looking, but neither was he unattractive.

All the things he wrote were erotic in nature, and they generally involved stories concerning a teenage boy and an older woman in her thirties. Mack was the only child she and her husband had had. She did a great deal of her work at home on the telephone and the comp. " she asked, looking at the letter again "Yeah, that's the name of the publishing company," Mack said. What with the proliferation of the internet and e-printing," Mack explained, "there aren't many left that pay." "It says here your story "A Boy's Best Friend." Is that the title of your story? It may give the impression that it's an animal story, but it's not." "What is it about? It must be a good story for it to be accepted for publication and for them to pay you five hundred dollars for it." "I'll be right back. I've got copies in my room on both the comp and in print." Mack hurried to his room to get a copy. He didn't go to a regular school; his mom home schooled him. He hoped she noticed it He went back into the living room and sat down beside his mother.

I just wonder why you write only so-called erotic stories. "Oh wow, I'm sorry, Mom," he said, and grabbed some napkins from the coffee table and swiped her leg with them. But I think we'veyouhave had enough wine." "Let me just wipe all this up." he replied. He clutched her hips and lowered his head to her chest and pressed his face on one of her mounds.

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