MARY MENDELSSOHN-SAFARI
This Is A Fictional Story Of A Woman
Who Did Live A Life Of Love And Happiness With Her Great Family And
Neighbours. She Loved Her Brother
Dearly. An Operetta, Movie Or A Madrigal
Would Be Appropriate With Incidental Music.
By izzy
ess of happiness
Ms. Mary Mendelssohn-Safari was but
three when she just fell in love with Johnny Mendelssohn-Safari her twelve year
old cute brother, who was approaching puberty.
She was still on mother’s milk and cookies and her brother liked the milk
and cookies, too. So did her father, Mr.
Samuel Safari who took a whole half hour to drink up and eat his oatmeal-raisin
cookies, eh? Our Mrs. Sarah Mendelssohn
was very beautiful and had large bulging breasts just full of mother’s
milk. Her nipples were so large and
brown and so attractive that their neighbour, Morris Samuelson, came by daily
after work to admire them and to take a drink of mother’s milk and eat his
chocolate chips in oatmeal. Lately, he
had had a yen for Sarah’s honeypot and been encouraged by his friend and
neighbour Samuel to go ahead and plumb her depths because it made our Sarah
squirt out mother’s milk which Samuel and Johnny could drink up. Samuel partook of his own wife’s great
honeypot just weekly, while Morris was quite willing to partake in it, just
each and every day.
Mary had two uncles, older brothers of
her mother, Peter and her Donald, professors at the University, in
Sociology. They came by on Saturdays for
supper and a glass or two of wine. For
dessert, they had their sister’s mother’s milk and her own oatmeal-raisin
cookies. As youngsters, they were quite
inseparable and would frolic in the meadows in the summer and in the snow in
wintertime. While Samuel did watch,
they’d partake in Sarah’s lubricated honeypot and everyone would watch our
Sarah squirt out mother’s milk for everyone.
Professor Peter liked to get his hardened manhood into his own sister by
the derriere while his own brother, the Professor Donald liked to do it from
the front. Both professors would explode
and make their sister grunt and squeal with pleasure just as she had down when
they were only teenagers. Then the
entire family would sit around quite naked and watch a hockey game in winter or
a baseball or a football game in summer and in fall. Our Mary liked to snuggle with her brother,
Johnny and play with his small wee-wee and watch it grow and shrink. Sometimes her own father would put his finger
on her private parts and make her tingle, but that was rare. Johnny made her tingle with his finer in her
private parts and with his tongue on her own tiny nipples.
When Mary was but eight, her brother
was a teenager and had passed his puberty.
His wee-wee was much bigger and our Mary had a lot of fun with it. If she stroked it tenderly, it could squirt
and jerk and she liked to lick it and to eat the salty stuff that would squirt
out. Johnny tried to push it in her
private parts but it was still too small to take his bigger wee-wee. Sarah’s mother’s milk was still available and
her honeypot was open anytime for Peter, Donald, Johnny, Samuel or their own
neighbour, Morris, who was still partaking daily, after work, of her own
honeypot, mother’s milk and oatmeal-raisin cookies.
When Mary reached the age of thirteen,
she had passed her menarchy and could use her small, tight honeypot to great
advantage, Her brother’s bigger wee-wee
fit right in and could excite her so tremendously. Her pretty perky breasts were getting rubbed
by all the males and she could pick and choose with whom to share her
honeypot. She almost always picked her
brother, Johnny, whom she so dearly loved.
Her mother, Sarah, still had mother’s milk because she always had some
guy, or other, drinking it. Besides,
Mary, and her brother Johnny, were still so glad to drink the milk and eat the
cookies after school and in the early morning after breakfast, eh? Moreover, bedtime milk and cookies were the
custom, still.
At eighteen, Mary moved her clothing
into Johnny’s room and then the mother did move in with them when Mary’s daddy
died of apoplexy, eh? He suddenly went
stiff one night while trying valiantly to get into Mary’s honeypot and then he
turned a purple-blue and then an ashen white and died without success at
penetrating Mary’s private parts. So
Mary now had two big bed-mates, her own mother, Sarah and her brother, whom she
dearly loved, big Johnny, eh? Johnny was
now very good at satisfying both his mother and his sister that Morris was left
out and only Sarah’s brothers, the Professors from the University would join
them each and every Saturday night. On
those Saturdays, Sarah and her daughter Mary would get all the men involved in
moistened honeypots of which Johnny, Donald and his brother Peter said were
wonderful and delectable. Sarah with her
bulging breasts always did provide the bedtime mild and cookies and Johnny
always got the final poke at Mary, his enthusiastic sister.
Mary did get pregnant in her eighteenth
year and she wasn’t sure who the father was.
It really didn’t matter. In nine
months, she was lactating and the mother’s milk abounded from her and her
mother, all the time. Her baby was a
little girl who loved to giggle, endlessly, when she was fondled by her uncle
and her great uncles, the professors.
When Mary reached the age of
twenty-one, she did get married to her brother when she again quite
pregnant. It was another giggling baby
girl who could get her mother’s milk from either woman in the bed. Sarah did get pregnant that year and she had
a giggling baby boy. Mary was delighted,
for now she had another little wee-wee with which to play. Peter and his brother, Donald, loved the
little wee-wee, too. Mary was now
statuesque and had huge breasts filled with mother’s milk. Her honeypot was always lubricated and
prepared to take her Johnny’s manhood deep within her inner private parts. Morris started coming after work, again, and
really yearning for young Mary’s honeypot.
She gave it to him freely and supplied some mother’s milk and cookies,
just like Sarah used to do.
At thirty, Mary did take over
matriarchal duties in the family.
Sarah’s mother’s milk had dried up and Mary’s was the chief supplier of
the mother’s milk and cookies. Johnny had
a wandering eye for other women, including Morris’ cute wife, Ms. Jezebel, and
her own sister, Annabel. Mary was a
little disappointed but she had her schedule full with her two uncles, the
Professors of the world of Sociology, and Morris, the eternal lover of her
honeypot and mother’s milk and oatmeal-raisin cookies.
At fifty, Mary milk dried up and she
became depressed. She needed hormone
therapy and did feel better on it. She
missed her brother Johnny’s love and sexual attention while she sublimated with
her uncles who were now retired and able to spend a lot more time with her and
her own mother, Sarah, who also needed hormone therapy to prevent
depression. The children now were all
grown up and had a lot of friendly neighbours with whom to play and
frolic. Jezebel and Annabel were super
baby-sitters, which helped a lot. Morris
did get impotent but still liked cuddling with his little Mary, now his
favourite.
At sixty, Mary Mendelssohn-Safari wrote
a book which did become a movie. Her
success assured her of security in her later years when Johnny did come back to
her and kept her company at night. Mary
felt that Johnny was her soul-mate and she lived with him until she died at
eighty-four. Johnny died soon
after. Sarah had expired when she was
seventy-seven, eh? She was happy and
quite peaceful in the end.
THE END
©
izzy sommers, md.
Wetland,
Kanata
December
10, 2013
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