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Pit-of-desire

Date: 10/6/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Taboo, Author: hack63k, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

eyes not looking into hers. She twisted the next one undone. "There's only one more," she said. I shrugged my shoulders, my heart beating fast in my chest. I looked at her chest rising and falling, her soft brown hair covering her blouse so I could barely see it. She undid the final button and the blouse floated open. I saw a hint of white bra, but her hair continued to obscure it. "Sort of like a bikini, isn't it?" I said, indicating her bra. "Not exactly." She looked down at it and waved her hair aside. I'd never seen her in a bra before, except probably a couple of times when I was a k** that I couldn't exactly remember. She brushed the last strands of her hair away and I looked at her lacy white bra. It had translucent parts to it and wasn't padded as I'd expected. It fit her nicely and though the nipples were covered by opaque material, I could clearly see the shape and size of her breasts. "It looks great," I said. "You look great. I don't think I've ever seen you in a bra before, or at least not such a sexy one." "Do you think I'm sexy?" she asked. "Of course I do, Mom. I've always thought you were pretty, and wondered why you didn't date after Dad left." "You took the place of dating," she said. "Well, you do look good," I said. "Stand up and let me see you." She stood up and her blouse was still around her shoulders, but her breasts stood out and her smooth stomach and slender legs made me take a deep breath. I put my hands on her shoulders and was amazed as I took ... hold of her blouse and moved my hands downward and the blouse came off in my hands and fluttered to the floor. "You look as good as a model," I said. "Turn around and let me see the full effect." She shook her head into place behind her back, put one foot in front of the other and paraded across the kitchen for me, while I clapped at her performance. I held my arms open and she slid into them, her face turned up toward me and her breasts resting smoothly against my chest. She looked so pretty in my arms that way, and her hazel eyes were wide with affection, and I bent down and kissed her softly on the lips, letting the kiss linger, and I felt her tongue brush very lightly against my lips. My hands were clinging to her back and pulling her into me, and I let them stray down to her butt and I clasped her cheeks and lifted her slightly off the floor. I put my fingers into her waistband. "This is only half the effect," I said, tugging at the loops in the waist of her shorts. She backed away and I stared at her breasts, half visible through her bra. "You want to see me in my panties?" "Very much." "You'll have to call me Eileen then. You can't call me Mom when I'm in my underwear." "It's a deal Eileen." She hesitated a little, but then sat down and slipped off her shoes and undid the button of her shorts. When she stood up the zipper was down and she shrugged her hips and the jeans fell to the floor. Her panties matched her bra, white and partly lacy with translucent patches. They ...