- Erotic Poetry
- The New National Pastime…
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Click here*This poem is pure fantasy and all poem character are 18 yearsand above*
Fuck baseball!
What's every young, hung, red-blooded son's new American dream?
Having Mom's slurping lips 'round that slugger in your jeans!
And with some luck, maybe she'll even let you "practice hitting" in her 'yard
From your first "inning" to when the bottom of your ninth (inch)
Gets Mom in the stretch, her nipples all in a pinch
It'll be ball-bustin' fun, watching Mom's plump ass quiver
With her plush cheeks bouncing from the cock-slam you'll give her!
Nothing beats pounding Mom's clutching cunt,
plowing her tight, ripe pussy
Her Mommy meat-curtains juicy and slick
Clamping down hard when she creams on your dick!
The look in her eyes is amazing, gazing up at you
When Mom makes her squeeze-play, and coaxes your goo
Your heavy, loaded balls clench and...BATTER UP!
Thick, white wads of spunk spray as you bust a big nut
And frozen ropes of sperm coat Mom's corn-fed American butt!
Mom smiles at you saying "Since Daddy will never know..."
Next time you two play, she'll let you have another go
And try for the GRAND SLAM (or should it be called "STEALING HOME"?)
Your count of "two balls" will get you the green light
To tag up her baby-batter's box on that night!
Make sure you hit hard, in Mom's alley, up her gap!
Knock your hitters in, baby
Slide on home, score them all
'Cos when your line drives crash DEEP against her wall
Your Mom prefers it more that it isn't a SAFE call...
Apple pie and baseball?
Sorry, they've been replaced
by a new national sport
Along with a new, All-American (Cream)Pie!
Across the nation sons will be batting for
the ultimate "homerun" with their Moms
Blasting out their baby-makers,
coming home in their Mothers' ballpark...
Hit for her cycle boys, swing hard for Mom's fences,
And know a Mom's joy when she misses her menses!
Sons & Moms— Play ball!
'MURRRICUH!!!
- COMMENTS
Come out of retirement or wherever you have been hiding. I need more of you tales told in the texas drawl and mannerisms to remind me of home and what I left behind when I decided to move from texas..
You done (a salute to yer Texan drawl) great with the context, AND most assuredly with the "pitch" for sons of all persuasions and ages, from thirteen to thirty years old to plant his perfect virile semen loaded seeds of evolution and procreation into his twenty-eight to forty-nine year old mother's earthly begging womb, making the mother/son duo of incestual lovers, mother's and her son's, foray into shared and blessed parenthood!!
We lovers of mothers and sons incestual love and romance and coitus and copulating and fucking and procreating and foreplay and fucking and having babies, being true and honorable and respecting of each other in perfect harmony (except for maybe the occasional husband--of the mother, father of the son--in order to fake him with a faux fuck to make the husband/father believe the babies were sired by him rather than by his son's loaded ballsacks) as mother and son combine their natural, perfectly balanced formula, the concotion of the son's throbing penis and mother's quivering vagina juices--the life-honey of human evolution--to combine and mix his young prime baby-maker's sperm fighting to get into his mother's very fertile female mucous and egg and her warm, welcoming baby-making womb and cervix!!
More is better, but never enough!!