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We Will Do Your Mom First
Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: Bountyhunter310, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
mean. It's item number C 2 and is only scheduled for the first week of August." "Your plan?" Mom did know that Kevin and I had written a 'get ready for Princeton and girls' plan but had never seen all its details. "Learn to kiss – first week of August – get professional help," I said with a laugh. "I think you two need professional help," mom teased back. She was looking up into my eyes, a dazzling smile on her lips. "How about one last dance?" I offered as I put a hand on mom's arm. "You're all dressed up, I look like a--" "You look perfect," I told my mom. And she did. And the second she slipped into my arms I had an erection. And within seconds she felt it. I relaxed completely and moved slightly back. Mom chose to reestablish contact. "You're doing it exactly right," she whispered in my ear. She was plastered against me. "Did you dance this close with anyone last night?" "Just once," I admitted. "And did you follow my instructions?" I nodded against her cheek. "And what did she do?" "It was Monica." "Monica? Not the Monica?" "Uh huh," I answered as I let my hands slide onto mom's rear. "And?" "She's nice," I said dreamily, then lightly kissed mom's cheek. And then her lips were on mine. "A man as handsome as you certainly deserved at least one kiss on his prom night. I don't know what all those high school girls were thinking." Mom ... said when our lips finally separated. "It's the best kiss I've ever got," I told my mom. Our faces were still millimeters apart. "Me too," mom whispered into my mouth as our lips rejoined. "I better go," my mother finally said. "Do you have to?" It wouldn't have taken much for me to pull her back into my arms. She nodded yes as she backed towards the door. "One last kiss?" "We can't," she whispered. For what seemed like minutes our eyes stayed locked. I watched silently as a tear slipped down her cheek. "Are you and dad okay?" finally slipped from between my lips. But she'd already gone. 12 - Natalie I could have made love with Natalie on the following Monday morning. The invitation was unstated but clear. Clear in her eyes and voice, made clear by her fingers as they lightly brushed my arm or swept my hair off my forehead. "So?" she'd asked when she opened the door just after nine-thirty in the morning. "Thanks to Miss Natalie yours truly was judged the best dancer at the 2010 prom," I said with a laugh. "You were not!" I spent the next twenty minutes telling her the highlights of our night. She had a hundred questions and clarifications. And the whole time we talked she was sending me a message. How did I know? I certainly wouldn't have known a couple of weeks earlier. But as I sat next to her on her living room couch I simply knew it. All you have to do is lean over and kiss her I told myself. ...