### More free sex stories here – No sign up required ### http://colcionero.eadulthost.com Tiffany Dawson stepped into the therapist's office of a walk-in clinic on a rainy Monday afternoon after work. She'd made sure her son Michael knew dinner was wanting for him in the oven and that'd she'd be home by six o' clock. Tiffany was a tiny woman, just over five feet tall, but she had a curvy build. Men and women alike often complimented her on her generous breasts, slender midsection and thick thighs. Tiffany's long, dark hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. A few tendrils had escaped and they gently caressed her smooth shoulders. Tiffany's honey brown skin shone in the room's light. She wore a snug, white tank top with an obscenely short denim skirt. As a final touch, she wore gold, four-inch heels that gave her calves a sexy look as this was her 'clean' look after having fucked another random John-Doe that wasn't her husband not that her husband cared. He was never around since Michael's, working at the office because making money was more important than his family. He'd missed many of Michael's important moments in life as a man; the sex talk, his first girlfriend, and so many of his basketball games. It had become so commonplace for the husband and father not to be there that she along with Michael weren't even banking on him coming to his son's high school graduation. But her husband's constant absence wasn't why she was sleeping around. Tiffany was sick—sick with …
nymphomania. S-E-X…Tiffany couldn't get enough. Ever since her first time, sex became a major part of her life. Having an orgasm was high that nothing else could compare to. She masturbated every morning as she woke up, had encounters with random men and women, and watched porn even after having slept with her husband. She was a smart addict though as she always carried protection and made her lovers' use it. Tiffany let out a sigh and sat down in front of the therapist, who asked, "Hello there, Ma'am. I'm Dr. Cox. How are you today?" "My name's Tiffany and I'm not good, Doc. I'm gonna cut to the chase and tell you that I'm having an affair." Dr. Cox held in his shock as he wasn't excepting this to come out of her mouth. "Well, why don't you tell me how it all began?" Tiffany opened her mouth and began bullshitting the doctor. It was true that she was having an affair, but she made up some random name for the guy, how they met and all. Dr. Cox hung on every word as she told a convincing tale. Tiffany spoke with passion as she spoke of her lover, but the good doctor would never know she was actually talking about the son she birthed nineteen years old. She'd never tell a soul that she was sleeping with her son, Michael. ***** Nineteen year old, Michael Dawson sat in the living room of his home on the couch with a plate of Shrimp Alfredo and a raging hard-on. When his Momma got home…she was definitely in for a dick down. Michael laughed out loud, thinking back to before sex came
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