1. Spring Break


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: Bountyhunter310, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    breasts lightly press against me, and I thought my dick would burst from pressure. As she released the embrace, she smiled at me, and I had flashes of her smile as she dropped her bra. My mom was dressed, but I never noticed. She was naked in my mind all night. &#034Well honey, I was going to make tomato soup and grilled cheese for dinner, how does that sound?&#034 I told her it would be just great, and that I had dug up scrabble if she wanted to play. She said it was a great idea. As we sat down to eat, I asked if she wanted a drink, maybe a glass of wine. I had been drinking wine with the f****y since I was 16, and she said sure. I poured two glasses, and brought them over. We made small talk all through the meal, and I ensured that her glass was always full. By the time the bottle of wine was empty, I had just finished my original glass. Mom was getting tipsy, but wasn't all gone yet. I asked her if she wanted another drink, and she said if I don't mind. Then she noticed the bottle. &#034Oh, there's no more wine!&#034 &#034I know, we got a little carried away huh? Well I dug this up downstairs too, want some?&#034 I held up the scotch. &#034Oh sure, why not? Have some fun with my only son while he's home&#034 She could not have possibly known the fun I was hoping to have. I poured her a drink, and dilluted mine enough so that it only looked good, it was almost all water. I wanted to make sure I remembered everything that went on tonight. We sat down at the coffee table to ...
    play scrabble. On the couch my mother had masturbated on a week ago. My cock still had not gone soft. The game was fun, and I kept the drinks coming to my mom. I was only planning to get her d***k, but I was unaware that my mom got incredibly horny when she was wasted. About 20 minutes into the game, she spelled &#034cock.&#034 I looked at her, and she giggled, and asked me if it counted, or if it was slang. I told her it counts, it was another word for rooster. She laughed again, touched my leg and said &#034sure, that's what I meant.&#034 Two turns later, she played &#034Sex&#034 (triple letter score for the x) and her next turn was &#034Clit.&#034 With this I looked at her, and asked her if she was feeling okay. She said great, then had a gleam in her eye, and asked me if I wanted to raise the stakes. When I asked her what she meant, she said &#034Strip Scrabble - I used to play it all the time in college, that's how I got so good.&#034 &#034What's the rules?&#034 She explained. It's played like normal scrabble, except that you can spend your points to take off the other person's clothes. For every 25 points you had, you could buy an item of clothing off them, and you got to pick what you wanted. They had to undress from the top down, so you could choose the pants or the shirt first, but not the underclothes. It sounded good to me. I checked the score sheet, and noticed that she was winning by far. Embarrassing to lose by so much to a d***k chick. I said I would play, but ...
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