I wanted to write a flash story. Obviously, there are a number of individuals that feel cheated in stories like this. There are calls for significant ...character development, a broadening of the story and more. They want things spelled out more. That is not a flash story. A flash story is limited and highly focused. There is little story space for character development. There is little fleshing out the background story, outside what is strategically needed. I have found that this really pisses. I had already stripped down in the parking lot, so by the time I made it down the trail my cock was already rock hard and ready to be seen by all of these hot women in string bikinis. A few of them decided it would be a good idea to pack up right as I got there, so they ended up bending over a lot and showing their buttholes off behind those tiny pieces of string for everyone to see. Of course, I had to stroll by and grab one of their asses just for fun, because I'd never seen an ass like this. Enathu kanavil vanthathupol unnudaiya iru mulaikalin nadvil enathu sunniyai vaithu adithu vitta pinbu athai ummbu endru sonnen.Aval nan kandipaga panugiren sollivitu avalin periya mulaigalai enathu sunniyin naduvil vaithu mulaigalal adithu vital, pinbu athai avalin vaayil vaithu ummmm ummmm endru satham varum padiye sapinal.Aval enathu sunniyai sapum pozhuthu avalin vaayil enathu sunni muzhumaiyaga pattathu avalin vaaikul irukum sudai naan anuba vaithen. Pinbu aval enathu sunniyai avalin. Then I remembered the mother-son fucking stories I had read from this site. I looked at my mom. She was unpacking our things from the bags. I took a look at her big ass which was tempting me to fuck her butI controlled myself and thought of it as a bad sin. Anyways I washed myself and sat for studies as the next day was my exam. But I couldn’t concentrate in studies. Always my mom came in front of my eyes taking out her clothes and asking me to fuck her. I couldn’t bear it any longer. My dick.