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Real Mommy Forced By Her Son You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan’s voice in the dark.

Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.

Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.

Real Mommy Forced By Her Son I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly.

“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly.

I noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass’s color by the tractor’s rear and front wheel. When I looked back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes wandered up and down her small Real Mommy Forced By Her Son frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother’s brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.

“I’m sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.

“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.

Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I Real Mommy Forced By Her Son jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.

Date: November 8, 2021

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