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Halloween Mom
Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: Bountyhunter310, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
back. I did! Our screams were echoing around the room when we both came five minutes later. There'd never been anything like this in my life before. It was as though some primeval gene had been awakened and set loose. Simply taking a woman whether she wanted to or not. Forcing her to like it. I realized that this was how sex should be. And I knew instinctively where this a****listic need had come from — I'd inherited it from the woman lying, panting and sore, bruised and wet, needy and violent, open and dripping out my cum, on my bed. My mother. We were two of a kind. "I want a set of keys," I ordered as I stood by the edge of the bed, feeding my sticky cock into mom's mouth, letting her clean it with her tongue. "Why?" she asked after I'd pulled the saliva covered length slowly from between her lips. "So when I want you I'll just come and get you Patty." "I'm married... Stan, and Will. This was a mistake..." "Fuck them... you're mine now," I said as I grabbed her arm and started to march her towards the front door, her body bruised and naked, my semen sliding down her thighs. "Who are you, tell me," she pled, holding onto my arm as I went to leave through the front door. I'd taken a full set of keys from the hall table. "I'm going to put my baby in you Patty," I promised as I let my eyes slowly run up and down her body. "I hate you... I never want to see you again... I'll call the police... you're a bastard," ... were just some of the choice remarks my mom rained down on my departing back. 2:45 A.M. Parents Bedroom "Where were you? Was it that bastard Parker?" Dad demanded, his hate for the man obvious. As I watched them on the grainy tape I realized that maybe dad had known what had been going on. "No." "Who was it then?" "I don't know." "You don't fucking know!" dad screamed. "Weren't your fucking eyes open?" "He was in a costume." "You had sex with someone and you don't even know who it was? Are you crazy?" Dad asked incredulously. "He ****d me," mom said softly. "WHAT?" "HE ****D ME," mom repeated, then in a softer voice added, "he caught me in the back garden... on our side." "But... who," dad stammered, clearly stunned by the unexpected charge. "I was coming home to get a bottle of rum... some ice... they were running out, I took the shortcut through the hedge." "Running out?" dad muttered, still in a state of shock from mom's use of the word ****. "When I cut through the hedge... I had just got through and then he grabbed me from behind... he pushed me to the ground... he had a costume on Stan... a mask, he was so strong," mom said with tears in her voice. "What'd he do?" dad asked woodenly. "He was the man who was wearing the 'Zorro' costume... I'd seen him at the party earlier," mom said, ignoring dad's question. "You mean he's one ...