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Oedipus

“I better not get set up with some ugly chick,” I muttered, when the principal stated the rules. Guess who kissed you blah blah blah. As soon as he said go, cool manicured hands pull my face down.

“I’m gonna rock your world, big boy.” I grinned at the challenge. ‘She sounds sexy.’ Soft glossed lips attacked my own and a tongue slipped into my mouth. I was taken off guard by the forcefulness and staggered when I was pinned against the gym wall. She smelled good… but familiar. Maybe I made out with her at a party?

Sharp nails dragged down my chest and I jolted when another hand clawed at my rear. This is awesome! Boldly, I grabbed her ass. The buzzer sounded before I could get a good feel and the lips that had sloppily attatched to mine only a second before disappeared.

“Hey, so you wanna go out some-“The words died on my lips as the blindfold was removed. Smirking at me was my 45 year old stepmom, whose lipstick was smeared on her face and I assumed on mine.
“Hey Big Boy.” ’I’m gonna be sick.’

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